I am the rain, walking to the earth, bringing hope to the withered trees, bringing new farming to the drought-stricken people and adding color to the stream. I am the rain, feeding everything on the earth with crystal clear rain and dew.
I am the continuous drizzle in spring, following the footsteps of spring, coming to the earth, giving the earth a green sprout, bringing green breath to the earth and bringing the baptism of spring to the earth. I am a rainstorm in spring, rolling up your cabin, rolling away your lifelong regret and rolling up your winter love. But how regretful I am now. I made a mistake. I came to the land, not to bring hope to the drought people, but to bring floods to the fishermen. I am so regretful, so far, I still sit in the church and repent, praying for you, wishing you "get up" as soon as possible, and silently praying for the dead soul, so as to wash away my sins for many years.
I am the wind and frost in autumn. Melting ice and snow brings a new year. Melting glaciers brings yellow windbreakers to everything, melts icebergs, shapes statues for you, gives you a memorial paradise, and keeps that beauty for me. But I don't want you to remember me. Maybe all you remember is the lonely story I left you, the gentle story on a rainy night, and the lovers who broke up on that rainy night. All this is what I brought to you. You should remember my bad, but you must not remember my good. Finally, I just want to ask you not to abandon me or drive me away on that lonely rainy night. Although I have caused you pain, I just want to stay here for a few more minutes. I just want the priest to clean up my mistakes.
I am the rain in my hometown, lingering, protecting the beautiful environment in my hometown, feeding the straw in the field with rain and dew, and bringing the four seasons to my hometown. I am the rain in my hometown, just like the graceful girl, charming and colorful; Another example is the tall strong man with spacious breasts. I am a girl, accompanying my hometown elders and impressing the grass with my sincerity; I am a strong man, protecting the people in my hometown with my spacious chest. Maybe, maybe this is the only good thing I did right, and I am proud of it.
I am rain, unpredictable, adding color and bringing new clothes; I am the rain, praying for the mistakes I have put down. I am Yu, who has been with you all the time on that lonely rainy night.
Write a composition of 3 words: My father
My father is tall and has black hair. His eyes are not big, and he laughs like a "sight".
My father has a characteristic that he can understand my mood.
once, I brought some classmates to my house to play table tennis. I wanted to let my father go before he came home, because I was afraid that my father would embarrass me in front of my classmates. But I played so hard that I forgot all about it. I didn't remember it until my father knocked at the gate. I was shocked: this is over! Unexpectedly, dad not only didn't do that, but also played ball games and joked with us. When I went to school the next day, my classmates praised me for having a good father. I heard it, not to mention how happy I am.
My father has a shortcoming, that is, he likes smoking. He likes to sit in a chair, cross his legs and "smoke" while reading the newspaper. He is an out-and-out smoker. I'm really worried that my father's body will be collapsed by smoke.
I like my father because he can understand the hearts of children. But I hope my father will give up smoking.
Author: Xiong Dan Instructor: Chen Jianxin originally wrote 5 words of rain in the composition selection Huanggang Composition
Spring rain is the softest.
If the spring rain comes, you try to let the rain wipe your face. That feeling is gentle, just like your mother touching your face gently, which is very comfortable.
The grass and flowers will be more colorful with the spring rain.
Spring rain is their nourishment.
It rains the most in summer.
When the rain hits the eaves, the glass makes a "Hua La" sound, which makes people think that Xia Yu is like a crazy bee, constantly chirping.
The taste of being hit in the face by summer rain is not good. It hurts like a small stone thrown in the face.
Autumn rain is a combination of spring rain and summer rain.
sometimes the autumn rain sweeps across the earth, but sometimes it falls like a wheeze.
however, autumn rain is the messenger of a bumper harvest.
After the autumn rain, the farmer's uncle felt much more relaxed, because the harvest day has arrived.
The rain in winter, like an ancient woman, rarely shows up.
if it rains in winter, I'm afraid it's snow.
it fluttered in the sky.
at this time, the children are happy and can have a good time again.
Rain brings freshness to our world. Every time it rains, the earth is as fresh as a filter.
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Rain is weak, the lightest thing in the world, and it can't knock the heavy reinforced concrete building.
Wawu, on the other hand, has raindrops on it, tinkling and immediately making a pleasant sound.
People who live in the hut will be blessed to be close to nature in the rain.
when the rain is sudden, the sound is generous and exciting, like hundreds of horses singing together, like thousands of Ma Benteng.
As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker, and it seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. Tiles seem to be specially designed for rain. They play dutifully, and people who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection.
people like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret.
Old people with lofty ideals have the ambition of "lying in the dead of night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier dreaming"; The dying beauty has the bitterness of "and as raindrops brighten yellow leaves, the lamp illumines my white head"; Acacia lovers have the longing that "the phoenix tree is drizzling, and it will drip at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the reverie that "a small building listens to the spring rain all night, and a deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty".
Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes.
In my spare time, I was lucky enough to return to the place where I used to listen to the rain.
It happened to be a light rain that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain.
in the mist, the sound of rain reveals a strange mood, which is the kind that has not been communicated for a long time.
it keeps me away, showing me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness.
I have a carefree feeling of waking up from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after being confused.
oh, what I met in the rain was my self who had separated from time and space. It was telling me everything before.
I am at a loss. I ask myself: Who am I? Still the old me? There is a saying: "Young people listen to the rain and sing upstairs, and the red candle is faint."
in the prime of life, listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. "
Different life circumstances make people feel different when listening to the rain.
However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the true feelings, and listening to the flowing years.
apart from the echoes of the years, the sound of the rain has also struck me with regret and melancholy that I want to stop talking.
It seems that only in the light rain of this earthen house can the soul breathe and life continue.
The sound of rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat ... It's raining, so I reach out of the window and touch the heartbeat of the rain.
a refreshing coolness suddenly purified all thoughts in my mind.
Rain people slide down the invisible slide in the sky, fall to the ground, and immediately splash a glittering and translucent spray. How happy they are! I looked at all this happily, as if I had joined their team. We danced together and blossomed on the ground together.
there was a faint fragrance in the distance, which made me return to the original, deep into my heart and hard to erase.
the rain suddenly stopped, and I was shocked-the rain man disappeared, the splash disappeared, the singing and laughter disappeared, and nothing disappeared. I returned to the real world, and I was still me, a child with bones and flesh, not the crystal rain man just now.
Everything just now seemed like a wonderful dream, and I'm still unfinished.
oh, it will rain again, and the rain man will fall from the sky again! About 5 words is urgently needed to write the composition of Rain! ! ! Well written, extra points
Rain, like thousands of magic fingers, like thousands of strings, pops up ever-changing sounds.
the spring rain is soft, the summer rain is rough, the autumn rain is desolate, and the winter rain is cold; Due to seasonal changes, the mood is different.
however, the color of the rain is as beautiful as the sound of the rain.
In picture music and poetry, there are many excellent works describing rain.
line colors and musical melodies are ethereal and transparent.
The light and thin rain flower, like drifting 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 misty rain; Also like big wings, it is boundless in the southeast and northwest, and it is drifting around because of the wind.
silent rain, silence is better than sound; Funny rain, really makes people happy.
You don't have to wear a raincoat. You can wander outdoors, and the rain is like honey and wine, nourishing your soul.
-this fantastic rain, this strange rain, makes people fantasize like a dream.
I remember the apricot blossom and spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Raindrops beat on the boat canopy, and there was also the fragrance of pear flowers in the rain.
I remember the summer rain in the West Lake, which was full of vigor and vitality, and the lotus leaves were beaten all over the lake.
I remember the autumn rain in Tianmu Mountain, where the fog was heavy and the trees were rustling. The pine and cypress that supported the sky were washed by the rain, which made them look particularly vigorous.
I remember the winter rain in Fuchun River, which was like crying, and the smoke from huts on both sides of the river was gloomy and gloomy, like a pencil drawing stained with water.
A drizzly and breezy night is suitable for reading poems and essays.
on a stormy night, it's better to be afraid of supernatural novels.
Otherwise, invite a few confidants, make a few cups of strong tea, buy a bag of peanuts, light a candle, and have another taste.
it is more suitable to be pregnant with people in wind and rain, and people are often insomnia; A sound of wind and rain seems to leave people and whisper.
That summer, I sat with my friends in Spring and Autumn Pavilion.
At that time, the water chestnut was ripe. On Lianchi Lake, villagers were driving boats and busy picking. The white clouds in the sky are in harmony with the egrets on the water.
showers come suddenly, like Ma Benteng; Banping Mountain suddenly disappeared, only the dense rain hung a bead curtain for Lianchi.
In the shower, those boats fishing for water chestnuts are still swaying leisurely.
the people on the ship are even hemp fiber.
there is not much rainfall in southern Taiwan Province.
especially in kaohsiung, the dust is everywhere; Dust piled up on the branches and leaves, and after a shower, it was green and brand-new.
Shoushan, after the rain, looks down on the silent love; Silver-scaled water waves are also dyed green by green mountains.
On the river bank, on the row of cement columns, the porcelain covers of the row of street lamps are inlaid between mountains and rivers like white jade balls, which vaguely shows the scenery of the West Lake.
"When will Zhejiang Tide come back?" 5 words on the composition of rain
Listen to the rain in the 48 Temple in the Southern Dynasties, and there are many towers in the misty rain.
-Du Mu I like to listen to the sound of drizzle alone at night. Rain is a natural spirit, I think.
Turn on the desk lamp, and the yellow light will sprinkle warmth, soak in a cup of fragrant tea, savor it carefully, and listen quietly ... Open the window, and the fresh earth fragrance will float in with the patter of rain. Oh, I can only understand the unspeakable and indescribable comfort. I want three points of graceful and restrained Yi 'an, three points of bold and unrestrained Dongpo, three points of indifferent Qing, and one point.
The spring rain is small and warm. She is fresh but not charming. She is small and yet vigorous. She always tells in detail about the distance and warmth of spring.
Xia Yu's boldness makes people happy. She is like a stunning masterpiece. Sometimes mountains and rivers flow, sometimes thousands of miles, sometimes mountains and mountains are admired, and sometimes the sea is swallowed up, which makes people feel carefree and dripping.
The autumn rain is sad and bitter, which makes people feel pity. Sometimes she sings softly, sometimes she runs like water, and sometimes she wants to talk about it.
Winter Rain is no longer reserved, but her manners are dignified, graceful and elegant.
listening to the rain of the four seasons, I can't help feeling that things are changing.
Rain is spiritual. It seems that she "dives into the night with the wind and moistens things silently" according to people's wishes.
the rain is also gentle, and there is no such thing as "getting wet with clothes and getting wet with apricot flowers and rain, blowing cold willows on your face".
The rain is still enchanting. "The rain in the sky is crisp, but the grass color is near at a distance.
"whenever the cold and summer are easy to celebrate, I always feel that the world is sinister and the world of mortals is rolling, so I yearn for the" green bamboo hat and green coir, and the oblique wind and drizzle don't have to return.
"The tea in the cup has run out, and I don't want to pour another cup.
Miao Yu once said, "One cup is good, and two cups will become a stupid thing to quench your thirst.
"The wind is strong and the rain is intellectual.
wind is an art, and rain is almost philosophical.
I like to listen to the sound of rain and the natural melody alone at night. "It was once difficult for the sea to touch water, forever amber.
"She keeps me thinking, which is like a white cloud floating over my mind, making it quiet and lofty.
The more worldly people are, the more witty they are, and the less elegant they are.
I'd rather have less wit and more elegance.
obsessed with converting to the elegance of nature.
in the dead of night, listening to the rain with the lights on, I feel knowing, and I don't feel smiling.
... how to write a 5-word composition about rain?
I like the cold in severe winter, the heat in summer and the coolness in autumn, but I prefer the tenderness in spring and the continuous drizzle in spring.
when the spring rain came, I strolled onto the path, breathed fresh air and got in touch with the breath of spring, which made me feel particularly comfortable.
light rain, as thin as a needle tip, as light as a cow's hair, as smoke and fog, falls silently and drips on my face and body.
The buds on the branches slightly leaned out of their cute little heads and looked at me quietly and smiled.
the light rain falls on them playfully.
ha, what a beaded dress! Wind dolls are also so naughty, blowing rain everywhere, falling on trees, grass and my face.
I looked up unintentionally and saw a piece of new green in the distance.
that's a tree, that's grass and that's the messenger of spring.
I can't help walking there quickly.
hey, where's the grass? I wonder, why are they gone? After a closer look, a smile came to my mouth.
The grass is too small. It looks pale green from a distance, but it can't be seen clearly when you get closer.
I took a deep breath and was intoxicated.
how charming this strange scenery is! Looking up, I saw a layer of aperture on the edge of the clouds, which was the light of the sun.
oh, how strange and wonderful the scenery is! Rain, quietly falling.
This spring rain has driven away the traces of winter, making spring more beautiful and making people love spring more.
look! tree