Are there any good essays? It is best to write landscape prose, such as rain and snow. If you copy them, you will get marks.

Since the beginning of winter, what I am looking forward to most is the first snow.

Crystal white snow, this is a gift from nature to the world elves. Every year, at the coldest time in the middle of the night, it is wrapped tightly by the cold wind, and its light gait is silent, as if afraid of waking people's dreams. Flying all over the sky, the whole world became their dance floor. Although there is no soothing music accompaniment, the romantic dance is as light and free as ever, spinning in the air. Every snowflake is dancing solo, and when it is tired of dancing, it jumps into the earth with the smell of grass and the fragrance of earth, quietly listening to the heartbeat of the earth and silently telling the earth the feelings of missing for a year.

The next morning, when people open the door, they see the whole world, a white, frozen body, which will immediately stretch out and a heart will light up. I couldn't help going out and walking back and forth in the snow, listening to the creaking sound of stepping through the snow, as if I had returned to my childhood and picked up the childlike interest that had already gone away. The happiest thing is those children, making snowmen and having snowball fights. I have never seen them so happy all winter.

When the sun comes out, it is another scene. Under the sun, snowflakes are falling, and some are lying quietly in the arms of plum trees, gently kissing the plum blossoms soaked with dark fragrance, just like lovers who have been separated for a long time, pouring out their lovesickness and heartache with their bodies. Some cling to the green branches of pine trees, and layers of accumulated snow surround the neck of pine trees like scarves, lest they freeze. What is more naughty is that the snowflake condenses into a ball and presses the towering branches of bamboo, as if to test whether it can bear its own weight. The bent bamboo pole suddenly bounced, causing snowflakes to fly all over the sky and bloom in mid-air. Especially after a few days of sun exposure, the silvery white snow began to melt. There are thin springs flowing in the snow, more like a wanderer who has been away from home for too long, kneeling in his mother's arms, unable to shed tears of missing.

At night, especially in the moonlight, it is covered with snow. Against the backdrop of moonlight, the sky becomes brighter and brighter, just like day, and people can be seen from a distance. At this time, in a small room with a stove, the family got together, the husband was slowly pouring a cup, and the wife added a dish from time to time, and the youthful face was reflected like a peach blossom by the fire. Naughty child, lying at the table, looking at carefree father, why is the wine so sweet in the dark? Can you not feel the warmth and warmth of home? Or three or five intimate friends, walking in the wild, enjoying the snow, talking about the past and the present, and singing poetry and peace are also a great pleasure in life. If a person holds a book quietly, it will be easy to enter an ethereal and pure world, and it is also the best time to calm down and think.

Whenever I stare at a string of footprints in the snow, I always think, did God give the world snow, and did everyone seriously look back to see if their footprints were straight or crooked? When you appreciate this lovely white spirit, you are actually telling you what a human heart should look like. Snow, always so crystal clear, indifferent and free and easy, never competes with the world for profit, does not expect anything, and has a heart like jade. Even if you come, it is quiet and never interferes with people's normal life, let alone makes public. Impetuous people, people with shadows in their hearts, find it difficult to feel and appreciate the blandness and elegance of snow.

In recent years, I don't know what happened. Every winter is the coldest time, and there are no traces of snow here. Some people say it's global warming, but I don't think it's completely correct. The sky is not as blue as before, the mountains are not as green as before, and the land with the smell of grass and the fragrance of soil is getting less and less. There are many hard and indifferent cement floors, which cut off her chances of getting close to the earth and never felt the warmth of the earth again. Moreover, the river has changed from green to black, and even the fish have become extinct. Is it because Snow White is afraid to pollute her white body and dare not come again?

The poet Shelley said: If winter comes, can spring be far behind? Yes, no matter how long the winter is, it can't last for four seasons. After all, we're leaving. If we leave, it will only be spring. However, because there is no snow in winter, hibernating or waking insects do not freeze to death, which will affect the harvest of farmers' families. Besides, even in spring, it is sometimes cold in spring.

It's March 9, and there is no sign of snow yet. It seems that the snow will not come this year, but I am still looking forward to it, because there is a knot in my heart.

Write rain;

Random thoughts on Wang Guozhen's Rain

Sometimes, it is raining outside, but the sun is shining in my heart; Sometimes, it is sunny outside, but it is raining. There are many things in the world for you to taste in comparison. The heart is clear, and the rain is clear; When the heart is raining, sunny is also rain.

However, no matter what kind of story, it will be unforgettable when it rains. Rain has a magic power; It can diffuse into a mood, penetrate into an atmosphere and be engraved into a memory. Of course, sometimes it can be a disaster.

Sandstorms in spring, boredom in summer and dryness in autumn all make people pray for rain. A rain can also make the air fresher and the streets brighter. "Spring rain is as expensive as oil", and it is not just farmers who are eager for rain.

When it rains, there is neither sun nor moon, but people don't think so. Maybe it's because the rainy season is not too cold, so it's good to let the sun cool for a while. Rainy nights have another charm that moonlit nights don't have. Sometimes people can't help but think of Li Shangyin's famous sentence: "Why not cut the candle at the west window and talk about the rain at night?"

Walking in the light rain is more pleasant. Listening to the rustling sound when the rain gently hits the broad leaves of Populus davidiana or Platanus acerifolia, the beauty that moistens the bottom of my heart is incomparable even to the elegant melody of "autumn whisper" flowing under Richard Clyde's piano. Nature's uncanny workmanship is really unparalleled.

A couple walking in an alley, the scene is very ordinary. But on rainy days, holding a light blue umbrella in your hand and wearing a beige trench coat, the effect is completely different. At first glance, Youth in the Rain is an enduring picture.

In the north, there are not many rainy days 365 days a year. So if there is rain like poetry or poetry like rain every day, it will be wonderful.

Feeling in the rain

It has been raining since last night. It should have been very affectionate. I can think of rain stains, flowers falling, red scattered fragrance disappearing, somewhat sad, but also somewhat sad.

There are countless people who know that they love rain, and the articles about rain are even more eloquent, but I am also a rain lover and have different feelings about rain, so I wrote them.

Rain, in the eyes of different people, has different scenery; Just like the scenery in front of us, a thousand people have a thousand kinds of scenery. Some people like rain, some people hate it, some people sigh, some people are crazy, and they feel different.

Su Dongpo's study is called "Xiyuzhai", which shows that he is a rain lover. But Zhou Zuoren, a modern celebrity, named his study "Bitter Rain". Although I can't judge whether I like the rain or not, I can see that Mr. Zhou is somewhat helpless about the rain. I also know that my friend, who has been away from the annual rings for many days, once called her boudoir "Listening to the Rain", thinking that she is also a person who loves the rain and has different feelings for it.

Rain, like flowers and trees, whether it can become a landscape depends on people's mood. It is a kind of beauty to meet the rain after a long drought, no matter who looks at it; Who doesn't get upset when it rains and the levee is flooded?

However, rain is rain. It won't come because you like it, nor will it go because you hate it. What's more, you can't see the splendor of the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain. Without rainy clouds, there would be no sunny sunshine.

It's rainy in the south of the Yangtze River. I was born in the rainy south of the Yangtze River, so I have to say that I am familiar with rain. Supposedly, it should have been blind and indifferent. But I have a surprise and freshness for the rain. Every rainy day, I always love to wander in the rain, so that the sweet and pure rain is sprinkled on my body and soaked in my skin; The drizzle takes away the dust and haze in my heart and makes my mood clean and bright. Rain is a gift from heaven, and it is a sweet spring that benefits the world. It makes everything lush and full of vitality. What would the world be like without rain? There are deserts everywhere, sandstorms everywhere, and sandstorms are flying all over the sky; If there are no birds, no animals, not even a trace of green, and life disappears here, how horrible and terrible it would be.

The rain in the four seasons is also different due to different seasons and seasonal changes. Spring rain is the most beautiful and exquisite, like a shy and charming song of a girl; Spring rain is also the favorite of literati. Famous sentences such as "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes", "Silent drizzle in the sky" and "Spring Rain with apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River" are all praises to the spring rain. The dripping girl in the rain lane is probably from the spring rain. The most enthusiastic is the summer rain, like the sweat of a strong man, with a hearty pleasure; Very fierce, walking fast, crisp and dry, never slow. It not only waters the fields and moistens the seedlings, but also brings coolness to people in hot summer. People are well aware of its advantages and disadvantages. The autumn rain with a hint of coolness has another taste in my heart. It is desolate and bleak, and it is very appropriate to say that it is the sigh of the dissatisfied wife whose youth is gone and no longer there. "If you want rain, it will rain on the river, and it will be clear in autumn. It's getting cold, the wind is getting stronger, the river is closed in the cold, the afterglow is architecture and things are beautiful. Only the Yangtze River water, speechless east flow. "

In the autumn rain, Liu Yong's mood is so desolate and helpless. Li Yian also described her loneliness, sadness and sadness in Autumn Love. "Indus raining, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! " . In fact, people's joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, sadness and rain have nothing to do with it? There seems to be little rain in winter, and even fewer people like it. But I think it's like a few clear tears shed by a strong man whose wrist is broken and never returns. It is cold, resolute, tragic and heroic. People can't help but give birth to some respect.

The glitz and noise of the world need us to treat it with a normal heart, and so does the rain. Only by getting rid of impetuousness and being more calm can we appreciate its interest and poetry and feel its exquisiteness and beauty.

When I wrote these words, it was still raining, and I couldn't help feeling a little hurt and spring again. Unconsciously, spring deepened and summer came silently. Isn't that how youth grows old and dreams fade away quietly? ...

Rain, love.

Rain, in the eyes of different people, has different scenery; Just like the scenery in front of us, a thousand people have a thousand kinds of scenery. Some people like rain, some people hate it, some people sigh, some people are crazy, and they feel different.

Su Dongpo's study is called "Xiyuzhai", which shows that he is a rain lover. But Zhou Zuoren, a modern celebrity, named his study "Bitter Rain". Although I can't judge whether I like the rain or not, I can see that Mr. Zhou is somewhat helpless about the rain. I also know that my friend, who has been away from the annual rings for many days, once called her boudoir "Listening to the Rain", thinking that she is also a person who loves the rain and has different feelings for it.

Rain, like flowers and trees, whether it can become a landscape depends on people's mood. It is a kind of beauty to meet the rain after a long drought, no matter who looks at it; Who doesn't get upset when it rains and the levee is flooded?

However, rain is rain. It won't come because you like it, nor will it go because you hate it. What's more, you can't see the splendor of the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain. Without rainy clouds, there would be no sunny sunshine.

Random thoughts of rain

"Xi Xi Xi…" The weather is changeable. It's clear in Wan Li, and now it's raining in Mao Mao.

After receiving the brilliant sunshine generously given by Father Sun, the earth was baptized by drizzle. Everything in the world seems to meet the rain for a long time and sway in the drizzle. I held up an umbrella and walked in the rain, as if I had held up my own world with this small umbrella. Looking at the misty and rainy scene, I have an inexplicable impulse in my heart. I resolutely put down my umbrella and walked into the rain, truly feeling the dew that nature has given to mankind.

Rain is like a naughty child. , often unexpectedly broke into people's lives, making people unprepared; Rain is more like a kind mother, stroking the earth and washing its body; Rain seems to be the messenger of Xia girl, bringing coolness to people; Rain is more like a fresh and pretty girl, bringing people new hope in the hot summer.

Rain, what a reverie rain! Your tenderness, your pretty shadow, your appearance when you are naughty, your cleverness when you are docile, and your meaning have long been deeply remembered in my heart. I will cherish you forever.

What a beautiful rain! It patted me on the shoulder and patted me on the face. Now I understand that this is the best life, and youth and vitality are surging in my body. Facing the amazing eyes of passers-by, I smiled, smiled from my heart and strode forward. ...