The spring rain is soft, the summer rain is rough, the autumn rain is desolate and the winter rain is cold; Due to the change of seasons, my mood is different. However, the color of rain is as beautiful as the sound of rain.
There are many excellent works describing rain in picture music and poetry. Line color and musical melody are ethereal and transparent.
The thin rain flower, like a floating fog, is white, kissing people's faces lightly and feeling itchy slightly; And gently wet the clothes. Umbrellas are like sails, floating and sinking in the rain; Also like big wings, the southeast and northwest are boundless, drifting around because of the wind.
Silent rain, silence is better than sound; Funny rain really makes people happy. You can wander outdoors without wearing a raincoat. Rain, like honey and wine, moistens your soul.
-This strange rain, this strange rain, is like a dream.
I remember the apricot blossom and spring rain in Jiangnan. Raindrops hit the awning, and there was the fragrance of pear blossoms in the rain. I remember the summer rain in the West Lake. It is said that Hong Kong warblers are full of vitality, and lotus leaves are all over the lake. I remember the autumn rain in Tianmu Mountain. The fog was locked and all the trees rustled. The pines and cypresses that hold up the sky are washed away by the rain, which makes them look particularly vigorous. I remember the winter rain in Fuchun River, like crying, and the smoke from huts on both sides of the river was gloomy, like a colored pencil drawing.
It's a drizzly and breezy night, suitable for reading poetry and prose. On a stormy night, horror supernatural novels are desirable. Otherwise, it is a pleasure to invite a few confidants, make a few cups of strong tea, buy a bag of peanuts and light a candle. Wind and rain are more suitable for pregnant women, who often suffer from insomnia; A sound of wind and rain seems to leave people and whisper.
That summer, my friends and I sat in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion. At that time, the water chestnut was ripe. On Lianchi Beach, the villagers were driving boats and busy picking. The white clouds in the sky and the egrets on the water set each other off. A sudden shower, Malik Pentium; Banping Mountain suddenly disappeared, and only the dense rain hung a bead curtain on Lianchi. In the shower, the boats that collect water chestnuts are still rocking leisurely. The people on the boat are even hemp fibers.
There is not much rainfall in the south of Taiwan Province Province. Especially in Kaohsiung, the dust is all over the sky; The branches and leaves are covered with dust, and after a shower, it is green and brand-new. Shoushan after the rain, enchanting overlooking the silent love; Silver scale water waves are also dyed green by green hills.
On the banks of the river, on the rows of cement columns, the porcelain covers of rows of street lamps are embedded between mountains and rivers like white jade balls, which vaguely shows the scenery of the West Lake.
"The head of the Spring Rain Building is eight feet high. When will you go back to Zhejiang Chao? "
2. Write a composition about the sound of rain. One day in the summer vacation, people were caught off guard by a sudden rainstorm.
Many students in the cram school didn't bring rain gear, so they had to hide in front of the shop and wait for their families to pick them up. I am no exception. I called my mother anxiously. Who knows that my mother is still at work and my grandfather is not at home? "What should I do?" A big brother who lives in the same hospital passed me with an umbrella. He saw me standing uneasily and asked, "Little brother, do you want to go home?" I told him the situation, and he didn't hesitate to go home with me under an umbrella.
It's raining harder and harder, and the wind makes the umbrella bang. Brother holds an umbrella in one hand and helps me in the other. When there is water on the road, he always walks in the water and lets me stand next to him. He kept tilting his umbrella to my side and almost got caught in the rain.
When I finally got home, I saw my brother soaked to the skin. I shouted, "Thank you!" "I couldn't help crying when I watched my eldest brother disappear in the heavy rain.
3. Imitating the composition of thunder written by Shan Yu, the sky before the rain is surprisingly clear. However, gradually, the dark clouds pressed down, accompanied by a sticky feeling. In the air, the oppressive feeling began to spread, and you could smell slightly thin water vapor. Just like the smell after rain, before it rained, the whole mountain began to be filled with this unique moisture.
There is a poem that says: rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings.
As the poem said, sure enough, a cool breeze began to blow from the top of the mountain. But the tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop. The leaves began to rattle, and the birds scattered with the leaves, chirped and flew to the mountains, breaking the peace of the mountains.
But soon it began to rain. First, sporadic small drops of water fell to the ground and hung on the grass tips. But soon, it rained harder and harder, hitting rocks and trees and playing a natural movement.
After a while, the rain gradually stopped. The bird stuck its head out and flew back to the tree. A drop of jade beads hanging on a leaf hit its little head. The frightened bird fluttered to a higher branch, then shook its head and licked its body.
After the rain, the birds are singing again, and they are calm again.
4. Excuse me, how to write the composition about the sudden sound of rain-following the wet mountain wind and the light clouds, the rain comes quietly. ...
First of all, I heard its voice, from the distant mountains and mountains, from the high hillside-
Sand, sand, sand ...
Like a song without words, it magically rises from all directions and gradually becomes clear and loud, from far and near, from far and near. ...
In the sound of rain, I remembered Li Shangyin's poem: "If you return to the pavilion leisurely, the pavilion will be too short. When the air cools, move the bamboo first and light it. Slightly promote high flying, slightly sparse fireflies ... "It seems to be written in my mood at the moment. Rain has turned every rock, leaf and green grass in this mountain into wonderful keys. The fluttering rain is countless dexterous and soft fingers, playing one elegant and imaginative ditty after another ... "This song should only be in the sky"!
The rain changed the color of the mountain forest. In the sun, the color levels of the mountain forest are almost unrecognizable, from dark green to emerald green, from light green to golden yellow, from red to fiery red. In the rain, all the colors melt in the dripping green, dazzling and transparent. This fresh green seems to flow in the rain and fog, into my eyes and into my heart. ...
The green in the rain is difficult to adjust on the painter's palette, but as long as you have seen the dripping green, it will be unforgettable. Memory is like a dry rice paper. This kind of green, with the light rain, quietly melted on the paper. ...
I left suddenly-I don't know when the rain stopped quietly. The wind also held its breath and the mountain suddenly became very quiet. In the distance, an unknown bird began to crow, as if to pour out the joy after bathing. In the distance, the rain beads condensed on the leaves continued to drip down, dripping into the small puddle on the side of the road, making an unusually crisp sound-
This is a text in primary school. Look at it.
5. The composition imitated Shan Yu's 300-word "Urgent Rain" and echoed in my ears all night. ...
They are countless fingers reaching down from the sky and touching the dark earth. In the sound of falling and singing, I silently listened to their contact with the earth.
They patted the roof of my hut softly: the thatched grass sucked the rain, and before the rain beads made a crisp sound on the roof, the soft grass had sucked them dry, leaving only a slight hiss in the night, just like a low sigh. ...
They landed on the leaves outside the window, making a crackling sound, like many people clapping in the distance, clapping one after another. This is not warm applause, but gentle and restrained, and it seems to be driven by an invisible force and keeps going. What is worth applauding on this lonely cold night?
They fell into the river with a crisp rustle. This is the kiss of water and water, crystal clear, and heaven and earth are permeated in this inextricably linked handover. ...
They are knocking on my doors and windows, too. This irregular voice seems to have been whispering to me: Hey, what are you doing under the eaves? Walking into the rain, we will wash away your physical and mental fatigue. You come out.
Suddenly, they came into my house. At first, it was on the ground, making "tick" and "tick" sounds, just like a trumpet in a symphony. It's my roof that leaks rain. The rain soaked the thatch on the roof and penetrated into the house. Soon, this crisp "tick" sound reached the table beside my bed, turned into a heavy "tick" sound, and then reached the top of my mosquito net, turned into a dull "poop-poop" sound ... Next, it should extend to my bedding, body and face.
I don't want to stop them from visiting or entering. Let them go, let the sound in this room blend with thousands of sounds between heaven and earth outside, let me become a part of the rain and moisten myself and the world at the same time. ...
6. Write a composition with imagination and association. This is the rain on a summer night. After all, it is not a spring rain, so there is no lingering, faint resentment, chatter and entanglement.
Next time, there will always be a pause. Perhaps to show her natural and unrestrained generosity, the rain fell from the air to the ground without making any noise.
The water drops on the roof are dripping on the top of the anti-theft net, which is very rhythmic and pleasing to the ear. Phoenix flowers looked up and let the rain pour down head-on. generate was pleasantly surprised.
Birds fly high from the bushes, trying to find out what disturbed their dreams. Rain falls from the sky, without the boredom of spring rain, because people know very well that maybe tomorrow morning, the sun will come out.
The rain drops from the air, which increases the silence, tranquility, freshness and even poetry at night. On such a night, sitting at a desk not far from the balcony, listening to the rain and reading the composition, my heart is full of unspeakable beauty.
There are many beautiful things in life, such as the moment when the wine is poured down your throat, the feeling of being on cloud nine when you take a deep breath of cigarettes, the feeling of being rich when you count money, and the feeling of being complacent when you are promoted and rich. All kinds of beauty have a reason to exist, and I am afraid it is difficult to completely connect them.
But I want to say that it is extremely rare to study on a rainy night in early summer after a long sunny day.
7. Shan Yu imitates composition 500 (describing thunderstorm) I love summer rain. Of all the scenery, rain is my favorite.
You may feel strange, because when it comes to rain, you may think of gloomy sky, terrible thunder and people who are soaked to the skin. I like rain because I like the fun when it rains.
One day in the summer vacation, I saw the biggest and most enjoyable rainstorm. At about two o'clock in the afternoon, a thunderbolt flashed across the sky, followed by a strong wind and dark clouds rolling in.
After a while, the heavy rain began to pour down. The shower is so violent that it can make the road smoke.
The shower is so dense that people can get soaked as soon as they go out. Under this shower, the earth seems to be covered with a layer of white gauze.
It sounds like a flash flood when it rains. This rain, like many naughty water drops dancing in the group dance, like many dark clouds crying, and like many people sprinkling water with flowers in the sky, is both joyful and spectacular.
Rain, the rain in the garden, flowers bow their heads like loads, and many crystal dewdrops are added to the grass, which is very lovely. Rain moistens the land that has been dry for a long time, and the dying crops are full of joy, although their heads are low.
They thought: great, finally someone came to save us. It's really' good rain knows the season, when summer happens'! Rain, down to the roof, only see a piece of smoke, high and low, thick and light, continuous ups and downs. The rainwater on the roof flowed down with the pipeline, forming a "rushing and noisy" river.
Rain falls on the tree. The tree held its head high, ready to be baptized by the storm. It seems to say, "let the storm come faster!" " "Look at those leaves, they are scrambling to suck the summer dew.
Rain, falling on the wire, raindrops are like neatly arranged notes on the staff, like water droplets rushing there, and like beads marching there. The heavier the rain, the more water drops, and the faster the landing speed will naturally be.
It's raining, it's raining in the city, some people are at home, complaining about the bad weather, and people on the road are even more uncomfortable. They were all wet and the traffic was blocked by heavy rain. In a word, heavy rain is a bad thing in the eyes of city people. Rain, rain in rural areas, the reaction of rural people to rain is opposite to that of urban people-rural people like rain very much.
When it rains, rural people's faces are filled with smiles, because heavy rain moistens crops and adds vitality to dying crops. Rain falls in nature, and nature is full of vitality and vitality everywhere ... Summer rain, you are not as hazy and poetic as spring rain.
But you are irresistible, magnificent, and can also bring people a happy feeling. I like your summer rain.