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　　今天小編將與大家分享：小升初滿分作文：四季的雨。具體內容如下，僅供參考閱讀。

　　四季的雨

　　雨，似調色盤，有粉色的可愛，有紅色的奔放，有藍色的溫柔，有白色的純潔，有黑色的狂暴……

　　雨，好像是千萬個魔指，好像是千萬條琴弦，彈出了千變萬化的聲音。春雨柔軟，哺育萬物;夏雨粗獷，自由奔放;秋雨蒼涼，看盡人世;冬雨肅殺，令人畏懼。因季節而變化，情調各異。雨色美，雨聲更加動聽。

　　在詩歌、音樂中，有許多關于雨的佳作。線條勾勒出雨的柔和，色彩描繪出雨的美好。音樂旋律，更顯剔透。

　　輕細的雨花，像飄忽的霧，白茫茫的，輕吻著人的臉，微微覺著癢，又輕輕濡濕著衣裳。雨傘仿佛是風帆，在雨色中載浮載沉;也像一只只大翅膀，東南西北，無邊無垠，因風四處飄航。

　　可愛的雨，一滴滴落在臉頰上，癢癢的，不用穿雨衣，便可以漫步在雨中。在戶外呼吸泥土的芳香，躑躅漫步。奔放的雨，如剛出世的嬰兒，哇哇大哭，將對世界的美好，一股腦全灑了出來;溫柔的雨，如一位沉默的學者，無聲勝有聲;純潔的雨，嗒嗒地下著，傾訴著自己的小秘密;狂暴的雨，吐露出心里所有的不滿，任閃電如銀蛇揮舞著，吞噬著那酷辣的太陽。

　　但，雨依舊似蜜似酒，沁人心脾，滋潤著，灌溉著圣潔的心靈。

　　春雨無聲無息地下著，花兒探出了頭，草兒伸直了腰，大樹煥然一新，遠處的山朗潤起來了，河里的水漲起來了。一切都是那么清新自然。雨點敲打著窗戶，落在雨傘上，滴在臉頰上，更夾雜著桃花的幽香，讓人陶醉其中。

　　夏雨喚醒了荷葉，荷花。一池的清涼讓太陽不再刺眼，不再炙熱。滿池的荷葉被打得篤篤響，似一個個跳躍的音符，律動出歡快的節奏。

　　秋雨纏纏綿綿，重霧深鎖，萬木蕭蕭，撐天的大樹經雨洗禮，顯得格外蒼勁，它們記錄了這一年來的景致。遠山的紅葉滿山遍野，金色的稻田一望無垠，盡顯尊貴。

　　冬雨如泣如訴，在鄉下，兩岸茅屋炊煙陰陰沉沉，粗糙的線條被雨水浸染了，濃郁散開來。不知是哪個小毛孩，又打破了碗，打破了這寧靜。

　　遙望長江，已被雨水填得滿滿;我的心，也被幸福填得滿滿。

　　英文翻譯

　　The four seasons of rain

　　The rain, like a palette, a lovely pink, red is bold and unrestrained, blue tender, pure white, with black rage...

　　The rain, as if thousands of magic refers to, as if ten million strings, pop-up the ever-changing sound. Spring rain is soft, feeding all things; Summer rain, bold, free; Autumn desolate, look to the best of the world; The winter cold, daunting. Due to seasonal changes, different emotional appeal. The rain beauty of color, the rain is more beautiful.

　　In poetry, music, there are a lot of rain. Line be drawn the outline of the rain is downy, colour paint the beauty of the rain. Music melody, more transparent.

　　Light fine made yuhua district, as erratic fog, white, kiss the person's face, slightly feel itchy, gently wet clothes. Umbrella is like sail, sinking or color in the rain; As each big wings, northwest, southeast of vastness, because of the wind sailing all around.

　　Lovely rain, a drop of dripping on the cheeks, itchy, don't have to wear a raincoat, can walk in the rain. Breath the fragrance of the soil in the outdoor walk lingers. The rain is bold and unrestrained, such as just born baby, crying, will be good to the world, all all spilled out; Gentle rain, as one scholar of silence, silence; Pure rain, clicking the underground, pour out their own little secret; Furious rain, confide gives all the dissatisfaction in my heart, as a lightning as measures waving, devouring the cool hot sun.

　　But, the rain still like honey wine, refreshing, moist, irrigation with the holy spirit.

　　Spring rain quietly underground, the flowers out of his head, the grass straighten the waist, the tree look brand-new, the distant mountains green, the water in the river rise. Everything is so pure and fresh and natural. The raindrops hit the window and fell on the umbrella, drop on the cheeks, mixed with the fragrance of peach blossom, let a person enjoy them.

　　Summer rain awaken the lotus leaf, lotus flowers. A pool of cool, let the sun no longer dazzling, not hot. Pool full rang of lotus leaf was beaten, like jumping notes one by one, the rhythm of the cheerful rhythm.

　　Deep autumn rain smell, heavy fog lock, thousands of wooden rustling, last day of the tree by the rain baptism, is very vigorous, they recorded the scene throughout the year. Starts from the distant mountains red leaves, golden rice fields expanse, all show honor.

　　Winter rain spilled out, in the countryside, the cottage smoke overcast and gloomy, rough lines, had been drenched with the rain, with scattered. I don't know is which kids, and broke the bowl, it broke the peace.

　　Ahead in the Yangtze river, have been rain fill empty; My heart, also be happy to fill up a full.