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下雨天的英语作文 篇1
the weather was so bad today as well as my mood.i failed in my test and was scolded by my teacher.i was so upset because i had try my best and spent a lot of time doing exercise.to make things worse,it started to rain when the class is over.
i stared at the gray sky,wondering whether i should to run in the rain.suddenly, someone patted my shoulder.i turned back immediately and find it was my best friend.saying nothing,he give me his umbrella with a smile.i felt so moved and warm
下雨天的英语作文 篇2
A Rainy Daythe weather was so bad today as well as my mood.i failed in my test and was scolded by my teacher.i was so upset because i had try my best and spent a lot of time doing exercise.to make things worse,it started to rain when the class is over.i stared at the gray sky,wondering whether i should to run in the rain.suddenly, someone patted my shoulder.i turned back immediately and find it was my best friend.saying nothing,he give me his umbrella with a smile.i felt so moved and warm.
下雨天的英语作文 篇3
The rain is down, and the earth is scoured clean.
In the pastoral area, in the mountain forest. A small mushroom like the earth mother propped up the rain umbrella. In the pond, the charming posture of the lotus girl attracts everyone's eye. The sun's father-in-law lost his arrogance.
After the storm, everything is clear and bright, natural scenery become so beautiful ah! What does the little dew drop on the leaf like to think about? The sun again moxibustion baked the earth, as if the whole earth baked a big fireball. Only the lotus flower in the pond ignored the scorching sun, and still bloomed the red, white and yellow flowers, like a beautiful girl, beautiful.
I love the rain, I love standing in the countryside, let the ox hair like rain give me bath. A person standing in the suburbs, away from the noisy city, quietly enjoying the beauty of "apricot flower rain", breathe deeply. The rain were resting on my face and touching my face affectionately; they hid in my hair and fiddled with my hair; they ran to my ears, whispering whispering to me... I feel deeply intoxicated by rain, smooth pulse, smell the fresh fragrance...... Such a poetical, unsuccessful situation seems to make me and all things into one, and as the earth moves, as if the seagull flies freely in the blue sky - beautiful, beautiful...
I like the weather that swaying little rain, and its tenderness is like a cup of green tea in early spring. Its faint flavor, but its flavour is continuous.
The rainy days and the rainy days divide my heart equally. So I am also deeply in love with the rainy days of activity -- heavy rain and heavy rain.
The rain is like a colorful picture. In this picture, seven colors of light are blooming.
下雨天的英语作文 篇4
It's raining。
I looked out of the window, and the drizzle was scattered in the breeze just to find the land that could moisten myself. I watched, eyes wet.
That day, there was a heavy rain. Mom braved the rain, brought the umbrella and clothes and told me: put on dry clothes, back to an umbrella ah, don't pour yourself. I nodded, watching the rain mother hurried back away.
The bell is ringing and the class is out. The students in our class are unwilling to rush out of the classroom and breathe the air in the classroom. I don't know who broke into the rain, and I was all wet. It's so refreshing to come up and speak. In this case, some boys ran into the rain for the so-called "heroic spirit", and rushed into the classroom, flinging their hair in the eyes of the girls, with a face of pride. Soon, a boy shouted, "girls are timid, even when they are afraid of rain. What can they do later?" I listened, teeth, angry, shouted: "what do you say we, who are you!" "You have the ability to do it!" The boys face a sinister smile. I pinched my fist: "do you think I dare not?" Hum! " Do not steamed steamed bread for breath, holding this idea. I rushed into the rain, the boy looked surprised, I like a winner, walked into the classroom to come swaggeringly.
School is over。 I deliberately not to open an umbrella, and the brave boys said: "this defeat you!" The boy said, "take it." I smile, smile, smile forget mother's words.
When I got home, my mother saw me wet. I didn't say anything. I drenched the clothes cold and asked me to switch to another set. I was immersed in happiness, ignoring the loss of my mother's face. After dinner, my mother said, "you know, I've been waiting for you to come home." I had a tremor and said, "Oh." Go to the front of her mother, said: "Mom, I won't try to be brave." Mom touched my head: OK, do homework.
"Ding Ling!" The phone rang, and it was called by my mother. She asked me to go to her work place. I picked up an umbrella, hold good, slowly into the rain, rain, each I will open an umbrella, because my mother at home.
下雨天的英语作文 篇5
The rain is so lovely that he is obscurity and falls on petals. Rain is an angel's pure heart. A man who likes rain sees not only the purity of rain, but also the goodness of rain.
In the past few days in the rain xixilili, make my mood a lot.
When I came home from school, I waited at the station to see the crowd coming and going, watching everyone around us.
Some people may not bring an umbrella, run in the rain, want to find a place to take shelter from the rain; some people like to listen to the sound of the rain, stand there, close their eyes, and listen to the music in the rain; some people may like the feeling of rain on him, stand in the rain, and let the raindrop "beat"; some people Looking at the sky from time to time while sheltering from the rain, may be thinking, "God!" Please don't go down the water again.
God may have heard the voice of the man. Gradually, the rain stopped, and the people on the street rose more. They tried to strive for their goals.
The rain moistened my heart and dampened my eyes. An unknown feeling enveloped me. I felt clearly that I was shocked by it. I suddenly associate rain with one's life course. When he was a child, he was so weak, but filled with illusions, and then he grew up to grow up a big cause, and then, he was old, with the sound of "beep" on the heart machine, his life, his soul quietly left his body. He ended his short life quietly.
Rain is also the same. When he falls on the ground, on the human body and on the umbrella, he also quietly ends his life, which brings people a sense of refreshing.
I wish it were rainy day every day……
