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In the early winter morning, the sky is gray, and the cold and dense Sha Qi covers the whole world. Before the sun comes out, everything in winter is naked and smells cold. Cold is a clear sign that winter is coming. Seeing that the bleak autumn has ended its tenacious mission, it is overwhelmed by the irresistible domineering of winter in the falling leaves sky, only to find that the whole world has become the territory of cold air. Winter rain falls from the sky, mixed with ice drops like snow but not snow, stabbing in the face like a knife. Only this winter rain scares you and makes you cold. I often lament the magic of nature, rain and snow will come to earth hand in hand! Rain and snow are sometimes annoying, but they are said to clean up the world. Winter rain, although there has never been a beautiful praise of spring rain, has no complaints, silently telling people and predicting: my disappearance, white snowy days are just around the corner. Winter rain is the last trace left by the warm atmosphere. It has lost the pride of summer storm and the gentleness of autumn rain, and is just doing its bit to create a better world. I put on my cotton-padded clothes and tried to experience the smell of winter rain. Before I recovered, my whole body was covered with its love. It told me gently, don't say I am heartless. Although I am in the wrong season, we are also sons of nature and friends who walk with you in this world. Because of the rain, the world became quiet and innocent. The quietly falling winter rain has added some harmony and beauty to this ordinary world, and dedicated everything to the freshness of this world, with no regrets.

Winter rain

Winter Rain in Zhou Zhongying is a girl I can't erase from my heart. It was she who tolerated and lit up my first love and made my sad life better. At that time, I was still young, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and I was too shy to talk to girls. At that time, I was in the first semester of grade three, and my classmates worked hard to get into a good school. Dong Yu is the monitor of our class, and her grades are good. The school wants to train her to go to a technical secondary school, and I am just an ordinary student. Winter rain looks very beautiful and is recognized as a beauty. Going back to the boys' dormitory at night, everyone likes to talk about her and how beautiful she is. It is also an entertainment after intense study. Every time I listen quietly, I never express any opinions, but my heart is full of joy. Because I have a special feeling for her, hazy, maybe this is the seed of first love. I never talk to girls in class except Dong Yu. I really want to talk to her. She is the monitor, and she often wants to communicate with us. For example, she shouted, "Zhou Zhongying, stay and sweep the floor today." Her faint words are very magnetic to me, and I will complete her task with good quality and quantity. At that time, she was almost an idol in my heart. Her words and eyes excited me. So, I began to miss her. Sometimes I really want to write to her, but I dare not. It's a bit like "Toad wants to eat swan meat". So when I am free, I engrave her name on my desk again and again and write her in my diary. Half a year has passed, and we are all in peace. No one knows my secret. In the second semester, things changed quickly. The gap between the good students and the poor students in our class has obviously widened. Students with good grades have stepped up their studies, while students with poor grades have the mentality of finishing their studies this semester. I belong to a class that is neither very good nor poor. It's just that acacia occupies most of my study time. One day, a poor student stole my diary while I was away. In class, he appreciated my diary, because he was immersed in my affectionate sentences and was found by the class teacher to hand in my diary. As a result, my hidden love affair was exposed to the public. Soon, Dong Yu dropped out of school and a promising girl was ruined. I was so sad that I left school soon. After dropping out of school, I worked as a self-employed person in a market town in my hometown, repairing bicycles and living a poor life. Of course, in the past three years, besides doing business, I have been continuing my dream of being a writer. Occasionally, some small pieces of tofu appear in the newspaper. The first novel published was a poem "Pruning Plums in the Rain" written for Dong Yu, which contained two sentences: In my memory/It was a cold winter/I saw Pruning Plums in the rain/I licked a wound that was difficult to heal ... Goodbye Dong Yu is three years later. One day, a beautiful girl came to my repair booth and asked me to mend her motorcycle tire. After taking over the business, I started to work soon. At that time, Dong Yu didn't say anything, just kept watching me mend her tire. When I finished mending the tire and prepared to settle the bill with her, I found this familiar and beautiful face: winter rain! At that time, I didn't know what to say. I can't wait to open a crack and let me in. Things are a little sudden and overwhelming. At that time, she gave me the impression that she was rich and had a good life. After that, she often came to my repair booth. Sometimes when I am too busy, she will not hesitate to get her hands dirty and help me, which moves me and makes me happy. Soon we fell in love. Toad finally ate swan meat. Dongyu has many plans, one of which is to send me to Luxun College of Literature. Soon I bid farewell to the humble repair booth and became a member of Luxun College of Literature. My tuition and all expenses are paid by the winter rain. When I was studying, she went to the south. She writes me a letter every week and sends me money every month. I worked very hard in the College of Arts and learned a lot. At the same time, I gradually embarked on the road of literature. In the lonely four-year study, winter rain is the pillar and sustenance of my motivation. After studying in the College of Liberal Arts for four years, Dong Yu didn't visit me for our future dream. At that time, there was no program-controlled telephone, so it was inconvenient to make a phone call. She put all her love into letters and money. After graduation, I found a decent job in a magazine in the provincial capital. The first thing is to write to her and ask her to come back and finish our second plan: to get married in the provincial capital. After the letter was sent, I waited for a reply every day. However, three months have passed without any news. So I went south to Guangzhou and found the unit where Dongyu worked. Unexpectedly, Dong Yu left me two years ago because of drug abuse. In order to study for me, she works during the day and sits in entertainment places at night, not wanting to get addicted to drugs. After Dong Yu left, in order to let me study with peace of mind, one of her friends undertook the mission of writing to me and sending me money. This is my wife now.

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The rain on a winter night keeps falling, and it is very light, just like my sadness. My heart is a little cold, some ice and some pain. I'm still a little helpless and heartbroken. I walked in the street, letting the winter rain blow my face, hoping to give me some sobriety and relief. After walking through street after street, I was soaked to the skin. But I still can't forget the girl in my heart, Winter Rain. Why can't you wash away the pain in my heart? Are you always looking forward to the arrival of spring like me?

Winter rain symphony

Have you ever heard of symphony? That voice is always powerful and imposing. However, have you ever enjoyed the real symphony of rain with your heart? Rain has different functions in four seasons. Although in winter, snow is the actor that human beings want to see most, but the supporting role rain is not inferior. The biggest feature of winter rain is small. You see, the drizzle makes people feel that the rain is not only gentle, but also a little shy. In winter, walking in the rain will make you feel a little cold, but you are more happy. The rain in winter not only makes people feel dense and small, but also makes people feel a little wet. Everyone has the impression that winter is dry, and some people even think that it is easy to get angry in winter. The only way to solve this problem is to have some Mao Mao rain. The rain in winter is wet and continuous, and it always rains tirelessly, as if it refuses to go, and there are still many things to say. The Winter Rain Concert is about to begin. I am sitting in my seat, making a cup of coffee and holding a book, waiting for the feast. Suddenly, I remembered a poem about winter rain. I picked up my pen and walked down quickly. In winter, the rain is light and the density is not much. Gentleness is more shy, and wetness is more lasting. This is my first attempt, and some of them are not very exquisite and smooth. In this respect, I still want to learn from Liu Liang, a talented woman. With a click, this audio-visual feast began. Come on, without further ado, let's savor it together! The rain in early winter is thin and long, nourishing the earth and purifying the air. I like rain, especially the continuous drizzle in dry winter ... winter rain, it is another rainy winter morning. I opened my sleepy eyes and brushed away my hazy fatigue. Looking at the rain line in the sky is like a new veil that the Weaver Girl unveiled for the earth. There is no doubt that the winter rain is beautiful, but the winter rain in my heart lacks some poetry and adds a bit of frustration. I remember the day before yesterday-17, that is, the day I got my report card, I saw the result that shocked me-the worst score ever, but I didn't cry! At noon that day, the winter rain began to trickle down, accompanied by the north wind, getting bigger and crazier. Don't, winter rain through human nature! She's crying for me, crying for me! Let my heart and tears infiltrate. I have been laughing and laughing all day, and it seems that I have become a little mature and more anxious. At this time, the winter rain outside the window is very heavy, beating the window glass and beating my heart. She seems to be telling me that I can't be naive and naughty anymore. I should grow up. I sat quietly at the desk by the window. It's cold and humid, and I seem to be numb. I wrote down my winter vacation plan on a piece of white paper. For the sprint of next semester, it's time for me to restrain myself! I got up and stood by the window alone. The rain is ticking and the windows are jingling. There is a loquat tree in the yard. That was three years ago, I ate some loquats and scattered the seeds in the flower bed. A seed germinated and grew leaves. Now it is taller than me, and its leaves are green and full of vitality. But it occasionally drops one or two leaves that don't turn yellow under the north wind. The leaves of Zizania latifolia by the river are all yellow, making a crisp sound in the north wind. I know that after the Spring Festival, when I start a new semester, they will be green and green, and when I graduate, it will also be the harvest time of water bamboo. I only hope that I can share their happiness in the harvest season next year. I believe that my hand has opened a window, and the rain is closer to me! Winter rain hits the roof; Winter rain falls on the road; Winter rain beat the leaves; Winter rain falls into the pond ... the sound is high and low, like a harmonious light music. A few raindrops kissed my face. It's a little cold, but I like it. My mother said that I was impatient and lacked meditation. This winter rain and this cold feeling can make me meditate. My mother said that she believes that "if people are sincere, the stone will open", and I am convinced! My carefree childhood will soon be a thing of the past, but I will try my best not to humiliate her colorful sunshine. Maybe I will never get the ideal result in my mind, but at least I will have a clear conscience! Winter rain, still raining, tick, tick. ...

Winter rain

Today, my mother and I went to Wuhan to see my uncle, and we were caught in a winter rain. After breakfast, we set off, and the car sped forward. I am very excited at the thought of meeting my uncle soon. But suddenly it was dark, "It's going to rain". I think, sure enough, there was a strong wind soon, and then the rain came. I can't help but open the window and put my hand out of the car. Rain drops on my hands, itchy, like someone scratching your palm with leaves. I carefully observed the light rain outside the window, like hair, but not long; Like cow hair, but brighter than cow hair; It's like an embroidery needle, but it doesn't prick your hand. Alas, I really don't know how to describe the rain in Mao Mao. After a while, it rained. Raindrops the size of beans kept falling and hitting the car glass, making a crisp sound. It's raining harder and harder, so I have to close the window and look out. It's like hanging a very wide bead curtain between heaven and earth. Rain fell on the roofs of houses along the road, splashing white water, and from a distance, it hung over the roofs like a thin layer of smoke. At this time, my mother and I should get off. But rain still pours down from Tianhe like water. The rain on the roadside roof rolled down like broken beads, and gradually, more and more water on the ground merged into a stream. We ran forward quickly against the rain, and pedestrians on the road were either holding umbrellas, carrying bags or even soaking wet. They were all in a hurry. It was a sudden winter rain. It rained until the evening, and the sky gradually darkened, and the rain changed from heavy rain to light rain. It seems that darkness is intensifying the will of rain. I watched the rain getting smaller and smaller, and silently thought, I hope this rain can also bring farmers a bumper harvest like Xue Rui.

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Winter rain

In the morning, when you open the door and enter the corridor, you can hear the sound of "rustling", "snapping" and "ping pong" from the wooden cover on the roof. Isn't winter in the north a snowy season? In this "heavy snow" festival, after a heavy snow, it rained lightly! Accustomed to the roar of the northwest wind, I suddenly heard the sound of rain, which made people feel that the winter had passed and it was in the spring breeze and spring rain. The sound of rain reminds me of Guangdong music. The sound of rustling is like the slow and delicate plucked music in Drunk East Wind, and the sound of heavy rain is like "patting" and "ping-pong", much like the wonderful rhythm of rain beating bananas at low tide. Outside the building, there is little rain and heavy fog. Rain, like a wisp of silk, floats quietly to things, but you can't see it unless there are a few heavy rain spots occasionally. Although the winter rain seems to come at a bad time, it is also affectionate. When it falls on your face and neck, it won't make you feel cold, nor will it make you feel the pain of dripping water. It's just cool, and you will suddenly feel a special softness, freshness and intimacy. Winter rain will hide in the fog and play hide-and-seek with you, which is mysterious. Smoke waves are vast, hidden in villages and towns, wrapped in trees, and caged in a mysterious world. Nearby, the houses, trees and telephone poles in the fog are hazy and vague, like looming mountain islands on the sea, and like ships with masts in the smoke. Fog also has feelings, as if playing with you and drawing a circle for you. When you move forward, she will retreat, and when you retreat, she will quietly come after you. When you drink and shout, your voice seems to fall into the sea and there is no answer. The fog slowly dissipated and trees emerged from the fog. Although the poplar has lost all its leaves, the dark brown buds on the branches moistened by rain are a little swollen, just like the buds in early spring. Looking at the rows of willows by the stream, there are still a few green or yellow leaves left. At first glance, it really has the charm of "smoking ten miles away". There is less rain. People are talking and laughing in the rain, and children are squatting by a small puddle like a mirror, smiling, pointing and teasing each other with their own shadows. Many people carry umbrellas, including red, yellow, grass green and sky blue ... From a distance, they are decorated with various patterns and look like dancing butterflies. At this time, in the eyes and hearts of many people, the flower umbrella is far from being a tool to shelter from the rain, but a work of art, a decoration of life, and a part of beauty. It seems to contain the longing for spring. It should be said that in the north, winter rain should always be abnormal, but this "abnormality" also gives me a special feeling, which inspires my new thinking and makes me appreciate the "eclecticism" and endless changes of the creator. Winter rain is not the old imperial calendar, and some pages of the old imperial calendar cannot be read. Isn't it? In recent years, in the hearts of many people who strive hard and pursue lofty realm, the cold winter is shortening the shame, the warm spring is advancing, and the hot summer and golden autumn seem to be prolonging. A great writer said that winter has come, can spring be far behind? Winter rain, you should be a depth charge and the spirit of spring. You remind me of my yearning and calling for spring, and let me look forward to the arrival of spring early. You guided my mind beyond the cold season without green fields and flowers, making me seem to see that a colorful season has arrived ahead of time. 1. 123 describes the beautiful feeling brought by winter rain in turn from feeling, feeling and feeling, and 456 paragraphs respectively describe the harmony in the rain, which is full of poetry. 2. Personification and metaphor are mainly used to describe the fog in the rain. Please briefly talk about the expressive functions of these two rhetorical devices in these two paragraphs. The word "unexpected" in the paragraph "It rained lightly after a heavy snow" means "unexpected". 4.⑦ The "old imperial calendar" in the paragraph "Winter rain is not the old imperial calendar, and some pages of the old imperial calendar can't be understood" refers to; The special meaning of "I don't remember some pages in the old imperial calendar" is 5. This article and the text "Winter in Jinan" describe the winter scenery in northern China. One is about the winter rain, and the other is about the winter snow. But their feelings are different. Please point out the differences. Answer: 1. Listen to people who touch the fog. 2. slightly 3. Isn't winter in the north a snowy season? The old idea that it snows in winter in the north can't adapt to the reality of life. This paper mainly praises the winter rain as "the deep-water bomb of spring, the spirit of spring" and the vitality brought by the winter rain to the earth. By writing the characteristics of "warm sunshine" in Jinan, the characters express their love for the motherland and mountains. -Isn't winter in the north the season of snow? In this "heavy snow" festival, after a heavy snow, it rained lightly! Accustomed to the roar of the northwest wind, I suddenly heard the sound of rain, which made people feel that the winter had passed and it was in the spring breeze and spring rain. The sound of rain reminds me of Guangdong music. The sound of rustling is like the slow and delicate plucked music in Drunk East Wind, and the sound of heavy rain is like "patting" and "ping-pong", much like the wonderful rhythm of rain beating bananas at low tide. Outside the building, there is little rain and heavy fog. Rain is like a wisp of silk, floating around quietly, but you can't see it unless there are occasional heavy rains. Although the winter rain seems to come at a bad time, it is also affectionate. When it falls on your face and neck, it won't make you feel cold, nor will it make you feel the pain of dripping water. It's just cool, and you will suddenly feel a special softness, freshness and intimacy. Winter rain will hide in the fog and play hide-and-seek with you, which is mysterious. Smoke waves are vast, hidden in villages and towns, wrapped in trees, and caged in a mysterious world. Nearby, the houses, trees and telephone poles in the fog are hazy and vague, like looming mountain islands on the sea, and like ships with masts in the smoke. Fog also has feelings, as if playing with you and drawing a circle for you. When you move forward, she will retreat, and when you retreat, she will quietly come after you. When you drink and shout, your voice seems to fall into the sea and there is no answer. The fog slowly dissipated and trees emerged from the fog. Although poplars have lost all their leaves, the reddish-brown buds moistened by rain on the branches are somewhat swollen, just like a bud that is about to bloom in early spring. Looking at the rows of willows by the stream, there are still a few green or yellow leaves left. At first glance, it really has the charm of "smoking ten miles away". There is less rain. People are talking and laughing in the rain, and children are squatting by a small puddle like a mirror, smiling, pointing and teasing each other with their own shadows. Many people carry umbrellas, including red, yellow, grass green and sky blue ... From a distance, they are decorated with various patterns and look like dancing butterflies. At this time, in the eyes and hearts of many people, the flower umbrella is far from being a tool to shelter from the rain, but a work of art, a decoration of life, and a part of beauty. It seems to contain the longing for spring. It should be said that in the north, winter rain should always be abnormal, but this "abnormality" also gives me a special feeling, which inspires my new thinking and makes me appreciate the "eclecticism" and endless changes of the creator. Winter rain is not the old imperial calendar, and some pages of the old imperial calendar cannot be read. Isn't it? In recent years, in the hearts of many people who strive hard and pursue lofty realm, the cold winter is shortening the shame, the warm spring is advancing, and the hot summer and golden autumn seem to be prolonging. A great writer said that winter has come, can spring be far behind? Winter rain, you should be a depth charge and the spirit of spring. You remind me of my yearning and calling for spring, and let me look forward to the arrival of spring early. You guided my mind beyond the cold season without green fields and flowers, making me seem to see that a colorful season has arrived ahead of time. 1. "Unexpectedly" means "unexpectedly" in "It rained lightly after a heavy snowfall". 2. Write the beautiful feelings brought by winter rain from three aspects: feeling, feeling and feeling. Then I wrote and parted in the rain, which was full of poetry and painting. 3. Draw an anthropomorphic sentence and a figurative sentence with horizontal lines and wavy lines respectively in the fourth paragraph. 4. "Winter Rain is not the old imperial calendar, and some pages in the old imperial calendar cannot be read." What is the special meaning of the last sentence of the text? 5. The incorrect understanding of the underlined sentence is () A. There is an adjective before each season, which highlights their respective characteristics. B. The seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter here don't refer to the seasons of nature. C, showing people's enthusiasm and yearning for the fiery life. D, it is a fact that winter is shortened and spring is advanced; The extension of summer and autumn is imagination, so we use "seems". Answer: 17 "Isn't winter in the north a snowy season?" 18, listen, look, touch, fog, tree, personification: Winter rain will hide in the fog and play hide-and-seek with you, which is very mysterious. Metaphor: Nearby, houses, trees and telephone poles in the fog are foggy and shadowy, like a looming mountain island on the sea, and like a ship with a mast in the smoke. 20. Old ideas no longer adapt to the reality of life. 2 1、D

Winter rain poem

Yu Meiren dripped in the winter rain, lingering in the afternoon plum rain, independent without emotion. With the willows by the lake, I remembered the lotus in the small pond that day. Winter rain, Meng Jiao Chu water is thin, Chu Yun rain is light. Wild plums are unkempt, but travel itinerary is free and unfettered. (4) Ancient Poems Describing Winter and Famous Sentences Describing Winter Xie Jin Daoyun's Poem on Snow is like snow, which can draw the difference between salt and air, but catkins are not due to the wind. Tang Li Bai's Winter Returning to the Old Mountain: The Green Trail and the Snow Peak are clear. Tang Li Bai's "Popular in the North" Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats and blow down Xuanyuantai. Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue has a hundred mountains without birds and a thousand paths without footprints. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Don Gao Pian's Snow came out six times, flew into the house and sat watching the green bamboo turn into lovely branches. Tang Juyi's Snow at Night was stunned, and the window was bright again. I didn't know it was snowing heavily until late at night, because I could hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.