Spring rain

"Hey, hey," Xiao Yu slaps the water and makes a crisp sound. It is really a poem: "Good rain knows the season, when the spring happens. With the wind sneak into the night, the moist things are silent."...

The spring rain is cool, falling in the palm of your hand, like being smashed by a bird; spring rain is green, falling on the grass, soaking green grass, falling on the willow tree, dyed green branches; spring rain is fresh, blowing away The smog, the yellow sand, the heart is refreshing...

There was a layer of crystal raindrops hanging on the window, like a raincoat made of beads. The grass also seemed to feel the spring rain, and I happily got out of the soil. Liuzhi also changed color, tender yellow and yellow, people dare not reach out and touch, for fear that accidentally knocked out the petite buds...

The rain hit my umbrella and flowed down from the tip of the umbrella, like a bead curtain. I turned the umbrella, and the cheerful raindrops flew down from the umbrella, and looked far away like a blooming spring flower. Kneeling down, touching the soil with his hands, the land was soft, and a burst of fragrance was emitted. The grass also curiously explored a small face, and there was a little green everywhere. In an instant, I felt that it was imprisoned for a winter. Life is instantly active.

"Hey, hey," the rain hit the slate, crisp and loud. The rain washed a layer of dust, and the plants that were plagued by the haze took off the yellowish yellow coat and put on a green gauze.

The rain was gradually getting smaller and lighter. It replaced the earth with new clothes with both hands; it used a pair of tweezers to weave a dress for the flowers; it awakened everything in spring with a soft voice!

"Hey, hehe..." Chun Yu stepped on the footsteps of the distance, and said goodbye to us softly. Quietly, slowly, beautiful and beautiful spring girl came...

Fifth grade: Chen Jiarong