关于天气的英语作文加图画
The white expanse of the western hills was now clearly distinguished in the slanting light of the setting sun; the peaks, which normally looked distant, seemed to be moving much closer to us. The grey smoke below the mountains was slowly rising and becoming thicker, also tinged with the colour of the setting sun, probably the cloudy haze of the mountains that we had heard of.
  The wind
  A gust of wind is blowing and the branches of the trees are being swayed with a fierc
e "cackle, cackle, cackle", as if they will be thrown away from their trunks at any moment. Before I had time to speculate on the consequences, I heard a "bang" and the glass shattered.
  Clouds
  The sky is like a blue sea, and the clouds are like light boats on the sea, drifting quietly and gently, afraid to wake the sea from its sleep. Large, small, white and purple clouds look like faded blue cloth with a few patterns embedded in it. The patterns looked like goldfish, like white whales, like crab claws, like horses ...... and then they bumped into each other and beckoned each other, unwilling to get close and unable to part.
  Thunder and lightning
  Dark clouds covered the sky, and it was dark before our eyes. Only at the time of lightning did a ray of light come through, sweeping away the dullness of the darkness. But after the lightning, there was a rumble of thunder that seemed to roll overhead and then explode with a heavy, frightening thud. A flash of lightning flashed and I hurriedly covered my ears ......
  Fog
  The fog fell heavily, cascading down over my head, my shoulders, my chest. The fog wrapped around my body, around my heart and around my eyesight. It was like being in a dream, everywhere was illusion and confusion, with enchanting clouds dancing in mid-air. The hillsides are littered with flocks of docile sheep, nestling and frolicking ......
  Rain
settingsun  The rhythm of the sparse rain dripping on the wutong, or the sudden rain beating on the lotus leaves, is all crisp and audible. Especially the old music on the roof tiles, which seems soft yet resounding, seemingly far away yet approaching. It is like countless pearls falling on a jade plate. Heavy and gentle, dense and fine, dotted with drips, as if the gallop between the black keys and white keys of Liszt, the deep chanting of Yu Boya in "High Mountain and Flowing Water". The ancient lyre, the bleak rhythm, knocking over a thousand tiles and tiles, improvising the divine rhythm in the monotone, knocking a rainy season between intervals.

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