在滂沱的大雨………里发挥想象力写句子

倾盆大雨,毛毛细雨

呵,稍微有点长.
Will he still cry buckets of remorseful tears, after many and many years, perhaps on a raining evening, when he recalls the journey to Henan he's made at the age of twenty? He can hardly forget sitting there alone in a tiny hotel. He looked into the blank mirror before him and wiped softly the tears in his eyes. Then he saw himself in the mirrow: a nameless, hoary-heaed man with a sallow face. No one can ever defy time: if time runs backwards into the years, we'd still see the signs of youth were once so vivided written on his face. But now, what's happened in the passage of time only leaves us a fleeting glance. Years and years eclipsed upon generations after generations, and then, one brilliant face is brought forward to our eyes by the howling winds of eternity, and became an emblem for the sorrows of time.
He still remembers the days spent on the streets of Shangqiu City where no one knew him nor did any one care about him. He walked listlessly on days and nights.
The tiny city is situated on North China Plain. It's suqare-shaped but poorly maintained, garbages were seen in every corner.
When he realized that what had met his eyes were poles apart from what he had dreamed of, he embarked on a spiritual journey to get his soul hardened.
In the Mangshan Scenic Park, he met a maintenance granny who offered a special offer: taking a free ride together with her on her way home. His emotions were easily touched by the favor.
He visited the Iron Pagoda Park of Kaifeng City on a raining evening. At the moment all the visitors had left, leaving him alone to stare at the vacant swing. The swing drfited slightly in the gentle evening wind, just like him drifting in the whirls of life. Pains crept on his mind, he felt like gathering all the grass dews under his feet to shower on his burning mental sores.
With the passage of years of time, he had been well acquainted with loneliness: walking alone, dining alone, and even travelling alone. However, he still couldn't suffer the loneliness and pains.
When he once again looked at the girl's photo that he had examined for numerous times, he was reminiscent of what he felt half a year ago when he first received this photo: the girl was not good-looking. But why, then, he defied all difficulties to get on the train heading for Henan? Simply because he needed an outlet to release the feelings that he had supressed for years? What's the reason: in the name of love, in the pursuit of youth, or in the excuse of being yong? Now it does not necessary for him to get a definite answer. Youth is only sparkling when one is young. No matter shine or rain, no matter whether there will eventually be a rainbow for him, at least he once tried fearlessly to sparkle!
He would still walk with ease at spring time in the forest to enjoy morning bird songs. He would still sit in summer at noon-time under luxuriant trees with a tea at hand. He would still stand alone in his courtyard where autumn leaves flutter to fall. He would still recall and weep on the past in his cold cottage at winter time.
Time plays different pieces of music in different reasons. What he does is to stay silent against the vast expanse of solitude. The mist of spring can not drown him, the boiling hot of summer can not deter him, the golden dusky sun rays can not distract him, and the boundless snow fall in winter can not dazzle him. All the seasons are the pulsations of time which he can grasp and feel, and comprehend the mellowness contained within.
She's left, left with the last leaf on his mind.
He is also leaving, but he'll take all the autumn leaves with him.
Boiling tears sizzle against cold rain drops. The fury in his blood can not longer stay harnessed. In the heart-broken cries and rain-striken dusks, he is forever lost in sad memories.
He feels as if he's returned back to his 18th birthday. By then he had suspended his studies for several months. The air of late April still made him shiver from time to time. He was sitting alone in his tiny room, waiting for the footnotes of mid-night. Each single minute tortured him with endless waiting. Although his parents prepared him a delcious feast on that day, but at midnight he still left an awkward lyric secretly on a piece of paper:
The bell strikes midnight
Sound and fury no longer exist
I carefully taste this moment of mine
My tears fall in a thousand drops,
alighting the multi-colored birthday cake before my eyes

A

A

B煤炭　　不啻chì；C脉搏 身份证；D炽热chì　强词夺理qiǎng

C

.C.（A．黠：xiá B．贷：dài D．淖：nào；膻：shàn）

用了比喻的修辞手法,将祖母的心比作云,将祖母的泪比作雨,生动形象的表现了祖母在生活的打击面前,将悲伤压在心底,坚强好好生活的人生态度.

Years later, at dusk with drizzles, when he recalls the trip to Henan at the age of 20, will he feel the same as he is feeling now, full of tears and nose running, heart-broken? Or maybe he has forgotten the day he spent at a small hotel in another town, sitting in front of a blalnk mirror, the scene with tears in his eyes. He might be looking into the fragile old man in the mirror, with gray hair, not knowing who he is. Slowly tear off the sign that proved he was once young, but now time has blurred his footsteps. Only the sharp lonely face in the crowds remains strikingly vivid, the emotional looks in his his eyes penetrating like wind, becoming a close-up sad image that will last forever.
He still remembers on the street in Shangqiu, where he could find no friends and relatives, he left behind a back image in a hurry. This small city was built on Northern China Plain, square on all sides, but the looks of the city is dirty, littered with trash. When the long-awaited anticipation was turned to disappointment by stark reality, he started this one-way dating to temper his soul.
At Mangshan, a place of interest, he was deeply moved by an old lady, the park worker’s special care, and a free ride given by a tourist.
Thinking of that night in Kaifeng, visiting the Iron Tower Park, on that rainy evening, when all the tourists were gone, he was the lone guy staring at the empty swing moved by breezes, shadow chasing its form. He felt so lost He was thinking of the raindrops gathered on the lawn, and that was all he needed to heal his pain. The past few years, he’s been used to walk by himself, eating by himself, and travel alone. But still he cannot find a way to adapt to the loneliness and sadness. When he looks at the photos he has stared at numerous times, amazingly he finds that as if his feelings are back to the day when he first received these photos more than half year ago. Sure, she is not that pretty, but why was he so reckless as to take the train to Henan, starting his trip of no-return?
Is it true that his pent-up feelings needed a vent to break the suffocating net? In the name of love, the pursuit of a youth, or using the impulse of a young man as an excuse to pardon himself? Until today, he does not need any answer any more. The youth sparks lasted splendidly only but one season, whether the background sky was clear or rainy, no matter how spectacular the evening rays are!
He will still walk in the little woods in the morning, bathing himself in the sounds of trees and chirping of birds, wandering aimlessly and silently. On fall evenings, when falling leaves fly, he still stands in the empty yard, looking into the distance, marveling at the coldness and tears will come to his eyes. He still recalls those fond memories on winder days in the cold cabin, tears falling off his cheeks. The alternating seasons compose a ever-changing sonata. All he could do is to stand in the vast emptiness and wait in silence. Even though the dense spring fog and vapor swallow him up in sorrow, the scorching summer sun try to burn him up like hell, he can still feel his vigorous heart penetrating the blurry sunlight and feel the warmth of history and the purity of the passing years.
嗨,总算帮你手工翻译好了,感觉好伤感,过去的就让它过去吧,只要我们从中学到了东西,如果是楼主自己写的,我想你已经通过这些经历在成长了,东西写的很好,不过本人的英语水平实在有限,只能翻译成这样了,不过,我想比那些网页的翻译应该强上许多
祝福你!

随缘自在

群山仿佛是在瓢泼的雨后隐匿着；瀑布水声震天婉若游龙；猎人们早已带着收获颇丰的猎物,从泰山畔匆匆地回家了.

C

A项量liàng体裁衣，B项处chǔ分，D项装模mú作样

　B

　A项chóng/suì、yān/yàn、tiáo；B项bàng/pāng、zhèn/zhèng、pō/bó；C项tāo、zhēn/chēn、páo/pào；D项piē/bié、sǒng、ài/yì。

现实残酷无情,有些事情现在就可以改变,不要等发生了,才后悔莫及,没有后悔药的

C

A项“滇”“颠”音同，B项“谤”“傍”音同，D项除“悱”外其他加点字读音一样

大水涌流,说文解字上用“沛”来解释滂,我的感觉是滂指地水,也就是蓄积的水或者流淌的水水面涌动的意思,不仅水多,而且动.
沱,恸哭的,泪如雨下的样子.我的感觉是沱指天水,也就是从上往下淌的水.
但滂沱这个词从古至今没有什么意义上的变化,主要是从“神”似的角度来形容东西多（大）,只不过现在基本上局限于形容雨势了.