Question

[꧁༺J҉E҈҈F҉҉F҉҉ T҉҉H҉҉E҈҈ K҉҉I҉҉L҉҉L҉...]

tả một bài văn về cơn mưa bằng tiếng anh 

Answer 1

[Nghiêm Hoàng Sơn]

tham khảo :

Summer rain comes and goes, suddenly bringing cool, clear air, dispelling the burning summer sun. Memories flood back. The first rain of the season brings bountiful crops, but sometimes takes away the austere farmer's rice fields.

       The sun was shining like fire, the air around was stuffy and smoky. In an instant, the sky faded. Not even going through a street, it was stormy and spinning. And the rain came. Surprise. There are many people who cannot find shelter in time. Space blurred in the white curtain of summer rain.
I drove the car into the roadside toad shop, both to avoid the rain and to enjoy the cool and sweet taste of the first rain of the season. The small shop was packed with people. The rain was getting heavier each time. And the sky was getting darker, signaling a long rain. Is it possible that it has been a long time not to pour into the world the endless source of water, but today the rain is even more torrential!

       Sip hot tea. I kept thinking about waiting for the rain to stop. Amidst the chaos of thoughts, there is no beginning or end, a little bit of calm. The rural rains of childhood suddenly rushed back, appearing in me clearly, pure and beautiful like a fairy tale.

       My hometown is in Kinh Bac cultural area. Like many other northern villages, growing wet rice is the main job. Things to buy, sell, shop, build a house, get married. all depend on rice grains, rice grains, and a little cassava, chickens, and pigs. Breeding, farming, besides the nurturing and caring hands of people, the sun and the rain play an important role.

       I still remember, every time when heaven and earth were in the fourth lunar month, when the rice fields were at their fullest, or as it is often called: the rice was in progress, my daughter, my grandmother and the villagers waited day and night. a downpour. Just need a rain, wake up the next morning to visit the rice fields, miraculously, the whole rice field becomes green, the buds of the cycads separate from the leaves, reaching up to the sky, revealing the tender young rice flowers. .

       The people of my hometown are sure: this year will be a big season! How precious the early summer showers are to the farmer.

       But there was a time, when the rice fields were blooming, the weather was not favorable to bring rain that lasted for a whole week. Rain for a long time made my grandmother not eat well. because the fields will be filled with water.
Rain . overflowing water. The water in the small ditch overflowed into the field. The ditch is usually so big, but it's not big enough to drain water quickly into the river. The rain stopped and stopped.

       Every day, my grandmother, the people of my hometown, stand on the edge of the field sad, looking at the rice fields covered with water. The rice fields that have been soaked for a week in the water are rotten. A bad year is foretold. Unfortunately, many people rolled up their pants, rolled up their clothes, went down to the fields to scoop up the water, and tried to choose the green rice plants, cherishing in despair. Tears rolled down the thin, austere cheeks of the farmers who worked hard all year round.

Answer 2

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TK
Yesterday I was caught in a heavy shower when I was going home from school. It was about 4 p.m. and the streets were crowded with people and vehicles. The sky was blue and the sun was shining brightly. Suddenly, large banks of black clouds came from the West and quickly covered the sky. Strong gusts of wind arose, blowing away all the dirt and rubbish in the streets. A sudderrtlash of lightning lit up the sky. It was followed by a great clap of thunder, which frightened everybody. Then, raindrops began to fall down. Like everybody else, I stopped my motorbike and took shelter under the veranda of a house. The rain became worse, and worse. Rain water flooded the pavements and turned the street in front of me into a small river. The streets were deserted. Only a few cars and some people in their raincoats hurried past. After 30 minutes, the rain stopped. People rushed out from their shelters and the streets became busy again. This shower brought fresh air to the city people after many hot summer days.