I m Chunyu to write an essay in the first person 400?

Lo and behold, the verdant curtain is slowly opening. I fell like a strand of silk.

The earth walked briskly onto the stage.

I quietly moistened the fertile soil and gently awakened the sleeping grass doll. I fell quietly on the little flowers of the garden, which resembled the sweet face of a little girl, and her pink petals greeted me;I fell to the earth with life and hope, and the ground was immediately wetI am like pearls, sprinkled on the calm surface of the river, and the water surface is sparkling and rippling;I naughtily jumped into the fruit tree again, dyeing the tree mother and her baby;I fell into the vast fields to moisten the crops and awaken the lovely frog brother. The frog brother croaked incessantly, as if to say:

Sister Chunyu, hello!I am the protector of the crops. "I landed on the hillside and helped the children to water the little tree so that it could grow quicklyI landed in the woods, woke up the trees, bathed them, and let them fill the spring with more greenery;I seeped into the soil to help the seedlings stretch their green leaves.

I jumped under the eaves and sang harmony with the birds, selling my crisp singing voice. I floated back into the schoolyard, and the elementary school students cheered and played with me merrily......

I am a shower of rain in spring, I can green the motherland, so that our home is full of greenery and vitality!

It should be a popular science article similar to the atmospheric cycle of water. Considering that it is spring rain, it is necessary to reflect the characteristics of spring. The characteristics of spring rain sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. The clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, and the wind blows the willow wind. Wait.

The Rain Tells Me I am a happy and quiet rain, I am ordinary and small. The gods cast me out of the heavenly vault, and I bid farewell to my sweet white swaddling clothes and began my journey of growth. Listen!

Tick tock"That's my cheerful footnote. Seeing us, the mountains and rivers were laughing, the flowers and plants were raised and Chun Zheng closed his head, and even the air became fresh and moist. I, not the rainy ...... of JulyThe July rain roared and roared with the waves, sweeping the land with impunity, and the people hated it, and the plants were afraid ......of itAnd I, the gentle drizzle of April, gently seeped into the children's clothes.

Stroking the children's faces. People are looking forward to my coming, I am coming, I kiss the flowers, I hold the leaves, it makes them fresher and more charming. The flowers blushed, and the trees blushed.

I'm coming, and everything is ...... revivedI'm not a rain ...... in DecemberThe December rains, cold and biting, came, and though it was not big, people hid as much as they could, and those who could not, shivered and shrunk in their umbrellas, and from time to time there was smoke in their mouths, and the crops were frozen into the soil. And I, the April rains, warm and selfless, I came, although there were only a few thin lines, but people looked at me, and they all rushed out; When the crops saw me, they sprouted jasper-like seedlings; The flowers straightened up and greeted me with beautiful smiles; The woods also raised their arms, hoping to give me a warm hug. I reveled and fantasized about ......Finally, the sun came out, and I threw myself into my sweet white cloud swaddling clothes to nurture my next growth journey!

I am willing to be a small raindrop and add a beauty to the world! I speak to you with a smart voice, a strange form, and a clear heart, I wonder if you can read me, the heart of the rain?

Spring. "Shengri seeks the waterfront of Fangsi, and the boundless scenery is new; Waiting for leisure to know the east wind side, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring. "Every spring, I think of the poem "Spring Day" written by Zhu Xi, because spring itself is so poetic.

Our city is not full of purple and red, but the most common is a drizzle. I remember one time, I was looking at flowers on the balcony, and in a blink of an eye it was dark, and I looked at the sky, wow! The golden sun was obscured by a few dark clouds.

After a while, thunder and lightning thundered in the sky, boom, boom, boom ......It was drizzling, rustling, rustling, rustling......The rain became heavier and heavier, the sky became darker and darker, the lightning flashed brighter and brighter, the thunder became louder and louder, and several dry branches were blown off by the wind with a "bang". I exclaimed, "Wow, that's terrible, the sky in the distance is so dark that it looks like it's going to fall."

The rain stopped. Grandpa Sun smiled again, and the earth was awakened by the rain, and within a few days it grew tender green branches and leaves.

Ah, the spring rain has done the earth a great favor, and it has turned it into a sea of green.