Composition of summer rain

One summer noon, the sun baked the earth red. Flowers hang their heads, as if afraid of the sun tanning delicate and beautiful skin; All the grass is lying lazily on the dry soil, as if avoiding the burning sun; The tree was sunburned, and the leaves swayed limply in the branches. .............................................................................................................................................................?

Unlike the rain in spring, the rain in summer is so shy and delicate that it floats down slowly, like a shy little girl, slowly fiddling with her hair; Summer rain is not so stingy as autumn rain. Stop and go, there is not a pool on the ground. Summer rain comes when it comes. It is bold and generous, not stingy. It will never stop until the earth is soaked. I like Xia Yu because of two words: straightforward! ?

Just now, the scorching sun, in a blink of an eye, the sun "cat" into the clouds, a large group of dark clouds in the west of the sky to travel here. Dark clouds rolled layer by layer, threatening, and soon the sun disappeared. The wind makes the earth heavy and full of life. Trees are dancing in the wind, leaves are dancing selflessly, grass is dancing desperately, as if to leave the earth, and birds are singing and flying with open wings. With a thunder, the accumulated raindrops burst out, scrambling to moisten the thirsty earth. I seem to hear the greedy sucking sound of flowers and trees. In the rain, a pot of golden branches and jade leaves in front of the window is particularly bright after being washed away by dust. Drinking enough water makes the leaves chubby and more attractive. In the rain, colorful umbrella flowers bloom one after another, intertwined and mixed together, and also have some fun. It rained cats and dogs, and there were puddles on the ground. Rain drops in it, splashing crystal clear water, reminding me of the happy scene of playing in a puddle when I was five or six years old. ?

Summer rain comes and goes quickly. Gradually, thousands of troops went away, and the rain cleared up again.

Fine as a feather, floating softly in the bright sky. Finally, the light rain disappeared. ?

I opened the window, and a vibrant cool breeze blew in, leading me out of the door like an invisible hand. Feeling the unique wetness and coolness after the rain in summer, I forgot all my troubles and unhappiness and reveled in the thriving green. The crystal dew hanging on the grass tip is a souvenir left by Yu Xia. After being bathed in rain, the flowers become more vivid, and all the originally dry petals become delicate and transparent. ?

Xia Yu, I love you! You left life for the earth, you left coolness for the earth, and you left beautiful memories for people! ?