高一写景作文:雨来了_1000字

时间:2021-05-27 15:26:35

那是你吗?从哪里来,你这剔透轻盈的精灵。穿过崇山峻岭,飘过汪洋大海,落在我的发上,肩上,手心。是我太渴望了吗?你能否陪我走过百花争艳的春?能否陪我走过炎炎夏日?能否陪我走过气爽高秋?能否陪我走过凛冽寒冬?


一路走一路停留一路观赏,看你挥手撒出百花齐放,看你挥手抖落茂盛森林,看你挥手变幻秋高气爽,看你挥手装扮红装素裹,白雪皑皑的世界。有你的陪伴。我总睡得很香甜。


时常在春季,美丽寂静的夜晚,我抬头眺望遥远的夜空。一阵微风拂过,有丝丝凉意,我拉了拉紧衣裳。不过一会儿,你来了,带着春的问候悄悄地来了。你来抚慰那树新长开的枝芽,你鼓励窗台下细小的花儿快快长大,你在树叶上欢快地舞蹈,祝福着新的一年。听着你从树叶上、屋檐上滑落到地上小水洼里奏出“叮咚叮咚”的和谐声乐。这会你应该正在唤醒沉睡的土地开始忙碌耕种,呼唤冻结的溪水开始流动起来。这一夜,我想我会睡得很香甜!


夏季,你不常来,但来时必然浩浩荡荡,像我的心,久久不能平静。或许是因为这个季节的人或事过于烦躁,你来浇灭我心中不安的。阴郁的日子或者阴沉的夜晚,一阵分呼啸而过,窗外的花儿被推得东倒西歪,而正在睡梦中的树木突然像打了兴奋剂般在风中狂舞。不一会,你来了,啪啪啪地敲打着我的玻璃窗,有种欲破窗而入的气势。我把手贴在玻璃窗上,感受你冰凉的气息,我抬着头看着你,好久不见,我的朋友,你去哪了,现在才来找我。我俯耳倾听你的细语,听着窗外的你在指挥一场盛大的交响乐。这一夜,我依然睡得香甜。


秋站在夏的尾巴上眺望,当夏虫变得沉默,阳光变得温柔,绿叶布满沧桑,尘埃在在干燥的空气中嬉戏,秋穿着金黄色的衣裳轻快地走来了。我在思念你,我想你什么时候才能再来看看我。是夜,忽闻雨声阵阵,你来了,我不禁起身望向窗外。夜雨中,密集的雨形成了一幅如烟似雾的暗夜水墨画。你在画里欢笑,嬉戏,还不时朝我眨着眼睛。我伸出手拥抱你,你调皮地沾湿我的双手,带着丝丝凉意,我笑了。这一夜,我睡的香甜。


南方的冬季并不算冷,往往在十一月中旬才需要穿上棉衣,戴上棉帽。你仍不常来,来时也换了一种形象。稍冷的日子里,早晨第一声鸡鸣前,你散落在屋檐上,路边的枯木上,结成一层薄薄的霜。至今我还未见过你化为白雪飞舞的样子,但我想,那一定是极美的。就好像你出现在我的梦中时冰清玉洁的世界,冰清玉洁的你。


你在温润的江南,我在江南温润的小桥上;你在繁华的都市,我在都市繁华的街道上;你在宁静的乡村,我在乡村宁静的阡陌上;我们彼此陪伴着,走过了春夏秋冬,走过了沿途的风景。


是你,对吗?下一趟旅程,还有你陪我!




英文版:

Is that you? Where do you come from, you light spirit. Through the mountains, across the sea, on my hair, shoulders, palm. Am I too eager? Can you accompany me through the colorful spring? Can you accompany me through the hot summer? Can you accompany me through the cool autumn? Can you accompany me through the cold winter?

All the way to stay, all the way to watch, to see you wave out a hundred flowers in full bloom, to see you wave off the lush forest, to see you wave changes, to see you wave dressed in red, snow capped world. With your company. I always sleep soundly.

Often in spring, beautiful and silent night, I look up at the distant night sky. A breeze blowing, a little cool, I pulled tight clothes. But after a while, you come, with spring greetings quietly. You come to comfort the new branches of the tree, you encourage the small flowers under the windowsill to grow up quickly, you dance happily on the leaves, blessing the new year. Listen to you from the leaves, eaves sliding to the ground in a small puddle, playing "Ding Dong Ding Dong" harmonious vocal music. You should be waking up the Sleeping land and busy farming, calling for the frozen streams to start flowing. This night, I think I will sleep very sweet!

Summer, you don't come often, but when you come, you must be mighty, like my heart, which can't be calm for a long time. Maybe it's because people or things in this season are too irritable, you come to quench my uneasiness. On a gloomy day or a gloomy night, the flowers outside the window are pushed sideways, while the trees in their sleep suddenly dance wildly in the wind like stimulants. After a while, you come, slapping my window, there is a desire to break into the momentum of the window. I put my hand on the glass window to feel your cold breath. I look up at you. Long time no see, my friend. Where have you been? Now I come to see you. I listen to your whispers and listen to you conducting a grand symphony outside the window. That night, I still had a good sleep.

Autumn stands on the tail of summer, when summer insects become silent, sunshine becomes gentle, green leaves are full of vicissitudes, dust is playing in the dry air, autumn comes briskly in golden clothes. I'm missing you. I wonder when you can come to see me again. Is the night, suddenly heard the rain bursts, you come, I can not help but get up and look out of the window. In the night rain, the dense rain forms a dark night ink painting like smoke and fog. You laugh, play and wink at me from time to time. I stretched out my hand to embrace you, you mischievously wet my hands, with a trace of coolness, I smile. This night, I sleep sweet.

Winter in the south is not cold. It's usually in the middle of November when people need to put on their cotton padded clothes and caps. You still don't come often, and you come with a different image. On a slightly cold day, before the first cock crow in the morning, you are scattered on the eaves and the dead trees on the roadside, forming a thin layer of frost. So far, I haven't seen you turn into snow, but I think it must be very beautiful. It's like when you appear in my dream, the world is pure and pure, you are pure and pure.

You are in the gentle Jiangnan, I am on the gentle bridge; You are in the bustling city, I am in the bustling streets of the city; You are in the quiet country, I am in the quiet country on the path; We accompanied each other, through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, through the scenery along the way.

It's you, isn't it? Next trip, and you accompany me!