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Good words: the river is wide, the water is wide, the waves are stormy, the blue waves are deafening, and the green water is like a belt.

Good sentences: The fishing fire and the bright moon make the Wusuli River roll like golden waves, like thousands of silver snakes swimming.

The rainbow reflects the clear blue sky, and the cool breeze blows. The beautiful scenery on both sides of Jialing River is even more touching.

The Jialing River is like a dark green satin, quivering in the moonlight.

The Lijiang River in front of us, like a black ribbon, gives off a dim light.

The surging Jinsha River is like a swaying golden dragon.

The sleeping Songhua River is still dreaming a sweet dream, and its snoring is as loud as thunder.

The lake is alive. Layers of scale waves rise with the wind, accompanied by jumping sunshine and my heart, chasing and playing again.

The lake is whispering in the withered grass, and the flapping sound of one or two ducklings comes from time to time in the distance, which makes the lake more lonely and deserted on a moonlit night.

A few white sails, like a few white feathers, are fluttering lightly and leisurely on this golden sea.

The sea is full of ying ying. Under the setting sun, the waves jump like naughty children, and the water is golden.

The lake is hard, like a flawless jade shining with beautiful luster.

The lake is quiet, just like a mirror, clearly reflecting the blue sky, white clouds, red flowers and green trees.

The lake is covered with a mist like blue smoke. Looking at the hills from a distance, only gray mountain shadows can be vaguely identified.

The spray is a wonder of the sea, but she is more like a dancer. She can make people put aside their worries and enjoy it to the fullest.

The sea water is so blue that people feel that the color of jadeite is too light and the color of sapphire is too deep, which is difficult for a master to describe.

The sunlight shines on the rippled lake, like a layer of shiny broken silver on the water surface and a crumpled green satin.

Sea breeze is blowing beside the waves

Haiyan is passing in front of you

And sailing sails

But I want you to pay attention to more than that!

dear friend

please close your eyes

-take a deep breath

and listen! -

listen again!

it's the sound of the waves!

it's the sound of waves crashing on the rocks! ! !

The long-awaited storm has finally arrived.

The face of the sea shows stormy waves.

The sound of slapping

is the cry of the soul.

The shattered waves

are the smile of the sea.

That is unrestrained.

That is indulgence.

That is the call of enthusiasm.

More. P > Therefore, every drop of water

flows to the sea

longing

-melting into the waves

rain, which can be seen all year round.

the rain in spring is the softest. If the spring rain comes, you try to let the rain wipe your face. That feeling is gentle, just like mom touching your face gently, which is very comfortable. The grass and flowers will be more colorful with the spring rain. Spring rain is their nourishment.

Summer rain is the most passionate. The rain hit the eaves, and the glass made a "Hua La" sound, which made people think that Xia Yu was like a crazy bee, constantly chirping. The taste of being hit in the face by summer rain is not good. It hurts like a small stone thrown in the face.

Autumn rain is a combination of spring rain and summer rain. Sometimes the autumn rain sweeps across the earth, but sometimes it falls like a wheeze. However, autumn rain is the messenger of harvest fruit. After the autumn rain, the farmer's uncle felt much more relaxed, because the harvest day has arrived.

The rain in winter, like an ancient woman, rarely shows up. If it rains in winter, it's probably snow. It fluttered in the sky. At this time, the children are happy and can have a good time again.

Rain brings freshness to our world. Every time it rains, the earth is as fresh as a filter.

so, rain-we need you.

Spring Rain

Spring has come, and many colorful flowers have blossomed on the earth. It also began to rain lightly.

The spring rain came to the grass again. The green grass opened its mouth happily when it saw her sister coming. Sister Chunyu has brought a lot of joy and happiness to Spring, and we all welcome her. The spring rain stopped slowly and went away gently ...

The spring rain rustled in the sky and went underground. She came to the river and drew several circles on it. I came to the flowers again, as if to say to the flowers, "flowers, flowers, I am coming!" " Flowers nodded and smiled happily: "Sister Chunyu, come and give me a bath." The spring rain came to the willow again and said, "Willow, willow, I'm going to slide." Spring rain is really naughty!

The rain in May

A rain, a wet picture

Silently, under the umbrella, melancholy becomes

intermittent silence, and red umbrella flowers are flowing to tell

the tenderness and fierceness of water

May is the season of being in love with spring

Rain falls from the sky.

A person's fate is spinning

Wandering on the water

Are you having a sad old dream?

still can't shake off the shadow?

This scene is fixed at the crossroads.

The traffic lights also become hazy.

Long hair is flying, and it is clearer in the rain.

If you cry, it will be warm tears.

If you are intoxicated, it will be a classic moving music.

The sky makes people dumb. The soft figure is fragile

I want to know your inner dream

I want to see your beautiful eyes

I yearn for your bright body

But you are more gloomy than flowers

I want to find your way home between blindness and clarity

write happiness for you

and get happy in the rain

The wind blows gently. > the cold wind

gently blows

your hand, holding

mine, like two magnets

attracting each other

You said that you saw a

green shadow, and it began to spread along

each other's fingers

much like the mood of spring

Maybe you were eager to blend in

. It seems that the dark night sky is gently blowing

with affectionate warmth

enjoying the rain in the middle of the night

sealing the ling

and the summer rain that has been brewing for a long time is long overdue. Tiny raindrops have no rhythm, falling from the sky and swaying with the wind. Uneven, discontinuous, a little bit, waves, gradually, I recognized its melody, which seems to be its sigh. In a flash, it's so urgent, so urgent. Come with the wind. I don't know whether the wind is too urgent or the rain is too urgent, and the wind and rain are mixed, and the cooperation is always so seamless.

"Rain is coming, and the wind is everywhere." Raindrops come with the wind, which is overwhelming. Feel the contention of the storm and listen to its indignation and sadness. Bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky and hit the window, making a crisp sound. Somehow I feel it is sad, crying for the night, or shouting for the dawn? I don't know. I don't know when the wind became cool and soft, and the rain also shed its last charm. The melody was so beautiful, the rhythm was so tactful, slow and orderly, adding color to the quiet night.

the rain came in the wind, went away with it, intermittently, and left with a trace of nostalgia. Leave footprints for the footprints of the wind, deep and shallow ...

The wind stopped, and the rain pulled down the curtain intermittently, as if to make up for this reckless behavior. The wind goes away without a trace, and the rain always drifts with the wind, adding footprints to the rapid pace of the wind. What a quick rain! At this time, the eyes are wet, fresh and clear, and the dust has been washed away, and the wind has swept away everything that should not have come. Occasionally, the rain can be heard under the eaves, and everything is calm and quiet again.

Dark night sky, dark rain ...

Enjoy the rain at midnight

Wang Ting

With the increase of months, the weather becomes cold.

Tonight, it began to rain, and it fell from the high night sky. Fell to the ground and made a clear sound of water droplets; It flew to the window and stuck itself against the glass, pulling it for a long time. It's watching you! It's asking about you! Suddenly, a stream of heat rushed to my heart, and an inexplicable impulse jumped into my mind. I wanted to think about it, ran out the door, opened my arms and embraced the angel of nature.

it left, came in a hurry, went in a hurry, brought warmth and brushed away disappointment.

it's coming again. what does it bring this time? Let me feel it again! It flowed on my hair and face, and slowly slipped to the ground, splashing a beautiful crystal flower. I know, I see, this time, it has brought me vitality of life and infinite hope.

Instructor: Fang Jian

Enjoy the rain in the middle of the night

Hao Qian

Outside the window, the rain is falling, forming a beautiful ink painting like smoke and fog. Raindrop, which is neither as soft as ox hair nor as hard as a flower needle, bursts, a little, as if it didn't fall on the ground, but on my heart. How helpless and sad it is that the autumn night lights are extinguished and the drizzle is lingering.

I sit at the window and listen to the smell of rain, which is a kind of enjoyment-unparalleled, pleasant, peaceful and natural beauty in my mind. Listen to the rain's tactfulness, depth, whisper, roar, smile, singing, shouting and roaring. Rain is the spirit of nature, and it is as sentimental as human beings. I love the whispers of spring rain, the enthusiasm of summer rain, the sadness of autumn rain and the elegance of winter rain.

Listening to the rain, the rain is like a flower whispering on the ground, conveying a kind of yearning, a blessing, a comfort and a ray of warmth. It is a flame that opens my dusty and silent heart.

When the breeze blows, the Yalu River is covered with waves, making a rhythmic sound, which is like a piece of music.

Minjiang River, like its mother, nurtures this vibrant land, irrigates crops and nurtures people.

the river is surging and rushing, like an arrow off the string, like a horse out of control, like a tiger coming out of the mountain.

the river breaks through the mountain and rushes down; Pentium clamoring river, such as waterfall suspended, bang Wan Li.

The river is boiling, with bubbles and waves everywhere.

a trickle, merged in the endless river; The river is like silk that blows slightly.

As far as you can see, the Jiangxia River flows eastward like the milky way in the sky.

on the vast river surface, smoke waves are rippling with mountain-shaped towers.

Rolling along the Yellow River, breaking through icebergs, and cutting open snow fields, it is difficult and tortuous, but it is a thousand miles ahead.

The ancient Yellow River twists and turns, and the rich Hetao snuggles in the wide and warm embrace of the mother Yellow River, which breeds splendid Hetao culture and nurtures simple and hardworking Hetao people from generation to generation.

The water of the Yellow River, like a group of galloping horses in a narrow canyon, is squeezed into the river with a width of only 5-6 meters in the middle of the river beach and plunges down.

the ancient sanggan river has a broad silver wave and a misty sunset.

The Huaihe River floats like an emerald ribbon on the golden carpet of the Central Plains. Like a green jade belt, it is tightly tied to the robe of the giant.

The blue and clear ancient canal, like a beautiful blue satin, flows slowly all year round.

The reddish-brown river, like a waterfall, tumbled down from the upstream gorge and hit the rocks, splashing waves more than ten feet high, which was deafening.

The evening breeze is beating the waves, and the soft water sounds like someone shaking a silver chain and clanking.

Great section

The Yangtze River, you are a symbol of the great Chinese nation. You have a long history, and Wang Yang is vast, surging, indomitable, great and beautiful, from the highest winter snow mountain in the world, the Tanggula Mountains, to the East China Sea. However, you are courageously moving forward in difficulties and twists and turns. The Three Gorges is a test for you. How many cliffs! How many reefs and shoals! How many stormy waves! How many rapids and fierce bays! Nothing can stop you from moving forward. You are so brave and tenacious, rushing forward, moving forward forever!

Driven by emotion, I suddenly remembered my mother's image and closely linked my mother with the Yellow River. The Yellow River is the mother. Although she had been violent, sad and shed tears; Her children have suffered a lot, and there have been shadows and gloomy clouds in their hearts. However, from the day she became a mother, what a broad mind and sweet milk are feeding her children! How many centuries have passed, she does not wear makeup, combs herself, does not wear colorful clothes, is better than colorful clothes, and is getting younger every day. Today, she is lying on the slow yellow land, and Ren Li is shining day by day, looking so kind, so gentle, so magnificent and so lofty!

how the Yellow River's waters move out of heaven, entering the ocean, never to return! With indomitable spirit and the strength accumulated in thousands of twists and turns, it rushed out of Tongguan, bravely decided three doors, split the land of the Central Plains, and painted the nine-song Huang Liu people's sea on the blue and green sea for dozens of miles.

The Yellow River is extremely beautiful in summer. On both sides of the Yellow River, the trees are shaded, the branches are luxuriant, the weeping willows are reflected, and waterfowl fly. Climbing the dam to stop the river, looking up, the turbid waves of the river are emptied, like the mother's blood transfused into the "blood vessels" of the children of the plain, nourishing the fertile Hetao Plain.

At this time, the sun was shining directly overhead, and the weather was warmer. The ice and snow were melting quietly, and the ice water dripped from the tip of the tongue like milk. In the sun, it was so crystal clear and round that it quietly gathered in a small pool of only over 1 square meters. After the small pool is full, it slowly overflows to form a thin stream and flows forward quietly. Between the peaks of this glacier-like forest, it is so tiny and unobtrusive. This is the place where the mother river squeezes the first drop of milk, and the mighty Yangtze River rushing to Wan Li begins here!

When I walked forward, I saw the Songhua River that had just melted. Although it does not have the momentum of the Yangtze River rushing to Wan Li or the magnificent scenery of the Yellow River, it also has its own unique scenery. The light blue river slowly flows eastward. Under the gentle breeze, the water surface is rippled like scales, which is so gentle and quiet. There is a leaf boat floating on the river. Some people on board are casting nets to fish, while others are loading and unloading goods. Several ships were sailing on the river, stirring up layers of waves. The whistle of the ship and the noise of people made the Songhua River boil. Willow Island in the middle of the river is also lush and full of spring scenery.

Nandu River roared like a python.