Selected 500 words of diary after rain

The sun came out after the rain, and even the air became fresh! Next, I bring you a 500-word diary after the rain. I hope you like it.

Selected 500-word diary after rain -20 1X month x day week x sunny

It rained heavily, like a waterfall falling from the sky, flapping the green leaves on the trees. Water drops broke the calm lake.

The rain has stopped, there seems to be no clouds in the sky, and the sun radiates lovely light. The air is extremely fresh. It's a waste not to go to the park in this weather.

Into the new lake park, oh, how green! The lake is green, the leaves of the banyan tree have just been baptized by heavy rain, and the water drops are rolling around on it, like sparkling pearls under the sunshine! The leaves are so green that people can't put them down, and the grass is greener after the rain. Generate vitality. A gust of wind blew and the leaves came out? Sasha vujacic Occasionally, a drop of water will drop on your head, which makes you feel extremely cool and comfortable.

Walking past the stone bridge, it's green again. The lake is very clear, and you can see the sand and stones at the bottom. Goldfish swim happily in the water; The sun shines on the lake, and the sparkling lake makes people feel so comfortable. Occasionally, a dragonfly touches the lake, adding interest to the lake. By the lake, a group of children are throwing stones and splashing, which is very cute.

Bypassing the lake, I saw colorful flowers. I don't know much about flowers. I can't name all the flowers, but I can also name some flowers. Those small wild chrysanthemums squatting in the green grass, like a pair of eyes, show a kind look. Red azaleas with green leaves are like a beautifully dressed modern girl with attractive figure and charming eyes! There are snow-white flowers, carnations, and some flowers I can't name, all of which are very attractive. Bees are busy flying around among the flowers. Butterflies are intoxicated by the beauty of flowers and linger among them. They should dance with the sound of the lake flowing. I wanted to pick some flowers to make a garland, but when I saw shiny water drops embedded in the flowers like diamonds, how could people pick them and ruin this beautiful painting! ?

The most charming thing after the rain is my favorite lotus. Sitting on the soft grass and watching the lotus flowers on the sparkling lake is another great enjoyment! After being washed by rain, the lotus is white and pink, and the lotus with a flower heart is more and more lovely, which reminds people of the purity and sweetness of the mountain girl and her eyes are watery. After the rain, the big green lotus leaves are getting more and more watery, greener and more beautiful. They were washed spotless by the rain, and the water droplets rolled on them, full of poetry and painting. Occasionally a frog jumps on the lotus leaf? Quack? I cried quietly, and the crisp sound drifted to the green space of the park with the wind. It brings more vitality to every piece of green.

It is said that the air contains language. Listening to birds calling friends to buy their crisp throats after the rain, singing euphemistic tunes; When cicadas keep chirping, I hope everyone can hear the wonderful language scattered in the air. Unfortunately, people have put themselves into busy work, how can they have time to enjoy the beautiful and lovely green scenery after the rain? ?

I like the rain!

500 words diary after rain Part II 20 1X month x day week x sunny

This morning, a milky mist covered the vibrant and endless bamboo garden like a veil.

After a while, Grandfather Sun stuttered up the hill, but his soft light lifted the veil of the bamboo forest girl. The water drops on the bamboo leaves suddenly sparkled in the sun.

After a few days of rain, the earth seems to have taken a bath and become more colorful. Small leaves protruding from the branches are like a group of corpses, sleeping in beautiful dreams. The sun moves slowly from the top of the mountain, and it is difficult to tell where the mountain is and where the distant sky is.

A breeze blew, the bamboo forest rustled, the old leaves kept falling, but they were unwilling to pat the water droplets on the hair and clothes of pedestrians. When I looked up, suddenly, a dazzling light came into my eyes. From the gap between bamboo and bamboo, I saw the sun smirking and countless water drops shining like gems.

I feel the beautiful scenery regardless of the sky? Star? Landing on the earth, let yourself revel in this beautiful country.

The rain has stopped, there seems to be no clouds in the sky, and the sun radiates lovely light. The air is extremely fresh. It's a waste not to go to the park in this weather.

Into the new lake park, oh, how green! The lake is green, the leaves of the banyan tree have just been baptized by heavy rain, and the water drops are rolling around on it, like sparkling pearls under the sunshine! The leaves are so green that people can't put them down, and the grass is greener after the rain. Generate vitality. A gust of wind blew and the leaves came out? Sasha vujacic Occasionally, a drop of water will drop on your head, which makes you feel extremely cool and comfortable.

500 words diary selection after the rain Chapter 3 20 1X month x day week x sunny

Outside the window, it's raining heavily.

With the school bell ringing, my father is already at the door of the classroom. A boring day of study makes me fidgety. I threw my schoolbag to my father with a frown and resentment, chattered with my companions and went downstairs.

Along the way, I didn't find my father holding an umbrella for me all the time. I walked smartly with empty hands, while my father held my schoolbag in one hand and an umbrella for me in the other.

Out of school, I came to the motorcycle. Father took the umbrella and put the schoolbag in the trunk, so I had to stare blankly and be at a loss. Wearing a raincoat, I found a big problem: there is only one helmet, but I don't wear a helmet in such a heavy rain. How to survive this long journey?

At this time, my father resolutely took off his helmet and put it on my head. My father's afterheat remained in the helmet, so warm and warm, like a clear spring, nourishing the dry heart, like a ray of spring sunshine, melting the ice box in winter. At this moment, I clearly heard the sound of flowers blooming, golden, and I knew that happy flowers had quietly bloomed in my heart.

At this moment, my world is full of flowers.

The rain hit my face and blurred my vision, but I clearly saw my father holding the faucet with one hand and struggling to wipe the rain off his glasses with the other. A stream of heat rushed to my heart and curled up in my heart. I don't know whether it is rain or tears on my face. I didn't cry because I smiled. I smile for my happiness and my father's love for me. It is quiet, deep and beautiful.

Unconsciously, when I got home, a gorgeous rainbow of fatherly love appeared in my heart!

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