Maybe many people don't like the rain in June, because it is like a grumpy child. If you have a "temper", it will rain heavily most of the day, and the weather will be good and bad. At the same time, lightning kept falling like an avalanche. In people's eyes, this is really a bad rainy season. However, I love the rain in June, although this is a "troublesome" child.
It is not as soft as spring. Ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, there are countless beautiful poems praising the spring rain, because it is a symbol of spring and breeds a beautiful life season; Because of its exquisite beauty, people feel the breath of spring. Rather than saying that the spring rain is "soft", it is better to say that the rain in June is "just" and soft as Lin Daiyu. Always falling bit by bit, is it too soft and lingering? On the contrary, the rain in June was Wang Xifeng, with a strong will. Although it was vigorous, it was fun, showing the powerful momentum of the rain. This is the power of nature, but also the power of repression, which makes people feel its existence all the time.
Not as sad as autumn rain. Autumn gives people a sad and dignified feeling. In the breezy autumn wind, accompanied by continuous autumn rain, the ensemble became a sad song. Autumn rain is autumn tears, lingering sadness is Li Qingzhao's "Indus drizzle, until dusk, dribs and drabs." This time, the first one, how one, the word worry. " The rain in June is lively and natural, which is the bleak place of Su Shi's Looking Back. Go home, rain or shine. It is this open-mindedness that adds vitality to June. That is a bold and unrestrained figure, that is an inspiring song, that is the unrestrained vitality and persistence of youth life!
It is not as cruel as winter rain. Winter is cold, and the dripping of winter rain makes people feel cold from the heart; After the winter rain, the cold wind intensified, which really made people "worse." However, the rain in June, although pouring down from a top, will make you feel how clean everything is after the rain clears, and the air is mixed with the fragrance of the earth. It takes away the dirt on the earth and brings freshness and comfort; Sent away the summer heat and brought a cool breeze.
The rain in June was extraordinary and caught off guard; It is like a bright silver thread, which is scattered from the sky to the earth by God. It undertakes the mission of destroying decay and washing the world, and makes every effort to complete it. The rain in June, with its pungent, youthful, free and easy, heroic, tells people an early summer dream. ...
2. It rained intermittently in June, and my thoughts spread their white wings and soared in the blue sky ... Tick tock! I opened the window and looked at the tiny world in front of me through the lines drawn by lightning: wind, flowers, grass, trees and the courtyard that seemed to be sleeping. Everything was so quiet.
The only noise is my excited heart. Whenever it rains, I always stay in front of the window, breathing rare fresh air and enjoying an elegant and natural painting.
Downstairs is a green meadow with beautiful little white flowers, which is so magical and great in my eyes. Because they can always release transparent brushes from our hands when we are not paying attention, let them fantasize in the sky, draw beautiful pictures freely, and let them fall in strange forms when the sun is resting.
At the moment of falling, it purified the sky and the earth, and purified our hearts. Anything ugly seems beautiful at the moment they arrive, and anything that welcomes them will become as refreshing as it.
I want to keep this fresh air again and again, and I want to keep this poetic feeling again and again, so I suck it greedily. But the fresh air, like a poetic painting, abandoned me again and again, so that I could not find it.
I once collected a bottle of rainwater and wanted to watch it every day, but it didn't take long for it to stink. Another bottle of air was collected, and the newly capped bottle cap was not fresh when it was opened.
I began to regret ruining the rain and air and letting them fall freely. Isn't it good that freedom fills the world? Why do you have to lock them in my world? After every June rain, the picture presented is different. If we combine the advantages of each time, it will be an exquisite landscape painting: in the blue-red sky, clouds washed white by rain are fluttering in the wind, trees, flowers and grass are shining with crystal light and showing off endlessly, and there are chirping birds ... to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night. It's a pity that the beauty can't stay.
It is still raining intermittently in June, and my thoughts spread their white wings and soar in the blue sky ... June 2003.
3. June Rain Composition [June Rain Composition]
The rain in June, a rain trapped me here. Your cold expression will make me sad. The rain in June is merciless. You beat my heart with little drops. Oh ~ I don't believe you didn't mean it, but why did you leave me in the wind and rain? Oh ~ I can't bear to betray you. Even if I want to leave, I won't give up or leave you. I'm still waiting for you. I will wait for your news wholeheartedly. You will believe me one day. I love you. A rain of music has trapped me here, and your indifferent expression will make me sad. The rain in June is merciless. You hit my heart bit by bit. Oh ~ I don't believe you didn't mean it, but why did you leave me in the wind and rain? Oh ~ I can't bear to betray you. Even if I want to be apart, I won't give up or leave you. I will still wait for you and wait for your news wholeheartedly. One day you will believe me and I love you. A rain that misses you is incomparable in my heart. Everything disappeared in the wind and rain after you left. The rain composition in June is 300 words for primary school students (/)
4. The composition of Rain in June is 650 words. The rain in June smells a bit like summer. Before it made a sound, the glass window was covered with water droplets. It is not a complete pearl, but a scattered spirit.
With a little bubble feelings, slipped quietly. Suspended but hazy through the window, not very clear and uneven, just inadvertently stirred the mood.
Either quiet or warm. Drunk as wine, occasionally picked up thoughts are also disturbed by the rain outside the window.
The trees in summer are lush, without the vicissitudes of baldness in winter, they are replaced by the desire for life. It seems that there have been green leaves sticking out their heads to breathe the long-lost air, as if the whole tree was cold and full of vitality.
Willow branches enjoy dancing in solitude, with elegant curves and rhythm from the occasional passing wind, which seems messy, but in fact it is chaotic. That kind of charm is not tacky, elegant like a pure girl.
The rain is messy, chaotic, but chic and lovely. Like a Buddha, it ignited my thoughts.
Bypass the path and spread to the boundless sky, but it was blocked by a hazy rain curtain, and the overflowing water poured out from the water curtain. At that time, the sound of running water spouted.
The water droplets scattered on the ground in the summer evening gave a "sloped" sound, emitting thick water vapor, which was as misty as smoke and too thick to be seen. The overflowing water vapor came to my face. Although it is not gorgeous, it smells cold.
The bougainvillea on the roadside should also be scattered. Maybe it was mixed with air and infected with the whole body's fragrance.
Even the dizzy light rain couldn't help sneezing, but it was well concealed. It turned out to be a good family, but when I passed by the treetops, I inadvertently revealed clues.
It seems that nothing has changed, but I don't know that my spirit has increased several times. The water drops hanging on the pine tree can testify.
5. How to write the rain in June? I like rain, and I prefer the rain in June. The rain in June is fresh, brisk, lively and lovely …
She is like a naughty child, playing tricks on you. When you walk in the street, she will give you a surprise-after running a lap, she disappears without a trace; When you look at the gray sky in the morning and go out with a heavy umbrella, she has disappeared. You have to endure a day's exposure to the sun, or the umbrella will be used as a sun umbrella. At this time, you will find how naughty the rain in June is.
Another restless child. When she came, she didn't see any signs, so she just came. When you were in a hurry to hide from the rain under the eaves, she found that she had gone to other places to play without leaving a trace.
She is also a gentle and demure little girl, walking gently from the horizon, patiently washing away the sweat from the leaves, the dust on the grass, the excited tears on the flower's face … and then gently leaving. What is left is the clouds on the horizon; What is left is fresh, clean and happy ... At this time, you will gently sing a song: Gently, I left gently, just as I came gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeves and didn't take away a cloud. ...
She is a versatile musician. Every time it brings a different symphony, the green leaves are its keys, all kinds of flowers are its trumpet, and the winding rattan grass is its strings … whatever it is, it can be regarded as a musical instrument. Among them, frogs are drummers, birds, crickets, crickets and cicadas are singers. At night, fireflies gather to make lights. ...
She is a versatile painter. His works in Qian Qian are many, including Listening to the Rain, Lotus and After the Rain. It depicts a cool summer breeze, colorful rainbows, green leaves and exquisite flowers. ...
She is a clever makeup artist. She painted the flowers with rouge, which made them redder. Gouache makes leaves greener. The places she has been to are brand new, and the colors are more mottled, gorgeous and bright.
Rain is poetic, rain is picturesque, and rain is a shower given by God. Rain is considerate and sweet when you are in a good mood; When you are sad, the rain is bitter; When you are sad, rain is sour.
She is cute and naughty, lively and gentle, picturesque and considerate. I love you, the rain in June!
6. Quiet composition before the storm in June Only in the roaring storm can you feel the peace of guarding.
-Inscription The typhoon is coming, and the gray clouds spread from all directions, blocking the last bright sky. There are raindrops everywhere, which make people lose their direction within ten steps ... The wind keeps blowing and the rain keeps falling.
I put on my raincoat, propped up my umbrella and got out of the car, feeling very shocked; Every tree in front of me is like an old man with a broken waist in Cui Mo, and the ground is full of water mixed with sand. The wind is howling mercilessly, and the rain is pouring down like a downpour.
Typhoon is a unique wind, which is neither as peaceful as spring breeze, nor as refreshing and pleasant as autumn wind, nor as hot as Xia Feng. It is ruthless, just like the waves of the Yellow River, like a lion barking and roaring, as if to tear the universe apart.
There was a gust of wind blowing on my face, and I lost my footing for a while. After a few steps, my umbrella handle also tilted backwards, and the umbrella leaf was almost blown over. My arm pulled him back to his original position. At this point, my hair, hands and body are covered with rain, and my feet have sunk into the water, so it is very difficult to walk two steps.
My mother and I are holding an umbrella together. She held it in her arms with her left hand to keep me from getting wet by the rain, but her own right hand was much wet. Dad followed us with an umbrella and came to the "Ninth Bridge" with the team. We had planned to take the Tianchang Bridge on the mountain, but it rained heavily and the mountain road was slippery, so we only came to the Dijiu Bridge at the foot of the mountain. "Under such a heavy rain, with a typhoon, we are still here in the rain! It' s really spending money to buy sin! " I've been whispering in my mind.
My mother seems to understand my dissatisfaction: "What's wrong with coming to Taiwan Province Province and experiencing a typhoon?" ? That's fun! "After hearing what my mother said, it seems to be true. In Chongqing, how can you walk outside in such a heavy rain? We set foot on the "Ninth Bridge", which is a cable bridge across the river. The river below is full of rushing water.
I stopped after only two steps, looked at the surging and splashing river, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and dared not move forward. "Speak, what's the matter? Not afraid! This is the iron chain! " Mother pushed me forward.
I took a deep breath and stepped out, not afraid of anything in my mother's arms! When I looked back, my father protected me! I walked forward confidently and slowly. No matter the wind and rain, my heart is still just quiet. Who says it won't be calm until the storm comes? There will be peace in the storm, which is the peace guarded by angels.
7. On a rainy day in June, the composition of children playing in the rain is about 600 words, not just 600 words. Can be deleted.
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It rained for several days, and it kept raining, and the town was shrouded in misty rain. The rain is so slow that it seems endless. The rainy sky is gray in front of us, as if with lingering sadness; The ground is dark, and it seems that a cold eye is reminding passers-by that autumn is coming to an end and the cold winter is quietly approaching.
Rain, it keeps raining. I was walking home with an umbrella. The road is full of potholes and rain, and occasionally you will encounter cars whizzing by, splashing layers of tiny water around you, dripping cold and unscrupulous on the trouser legs, infiltrating into the skin, making people shudder involuntarily, and the upper changes from light color to dark color. At this time, a child just ran in front of me. Before I could see his face clearly, a figure flashed by me, and the rain flew from where he passed and splashed all over me. I vaguely felt that he was soaked to the skin, as if he had just been fished out of the water tank. Only the red scarf tied around the neck is particularly bright and heavy in the rain. Children without umbrellas have to run like hell in the rain.
Although the rain was not a storm, it was enough to wet a child without an umbrella. I don't know what reason or what will prompted the child to run in the rain. Does he get anxious when running in the rain? Is it happiness? Still sad? He ran so fast that I didn't see it clearly. I can't help turning around to see where the child has gone. He ran a short distance, with firm and steady steps and straight ahead. Suddenly, I saw his body leaning forward, as if he had tripped over something, and he fell to the ground. I was just about to run over and give him a hand. Unexpectedly, he quickly got up from the ground and continued to run. Watching him run in the rain, fall, get up and run again, I read a kind of forbearing power behind this continuous action.
How much courage does it take to run in the rain, and how much toughness does it take to get up and run again after falling? On rainy days, I occasionally see some different kinds of young people. They are not afraid of the rain, walking, playing or running in the rain without an umbrella, and seem to show a vibrant and free-spirited personality. Occasionally there will be young men and women in love, holding each other's hands and walking in the rain. Although the whole body was wet by the rain, it was full of happiness. It seems cruel for a child to run in the rain on such a rainy day. Most children have grandfathers, grandmothers, fathers, mothers or other relatives holding umbrellas in rainy days. Families with good conditions will even have cars to pick them up. Middle school students write "composition of children running in the rain" (). However, this child running in the rain is particularly lonely and helpless at this time. Is his heart crying? He may have missed the time to go home because of his fun, and he was afraid that his parents would worry, so he ran in the rain. It could be something else. For whatever reason, he didn't bring an umbrella, so he had to run in the rain. Fall, get up, and run.
Sometimes, when bored, there will be an impulse to run in the rain. It seems that the rain will wash away all the sadness in my heart, all the grievances, my impetuousness and my stupidity. As long as you are willing to run into the rain, you can vent and cry loudly. Rain and tears are intertwined, and no one cares whether it is rain or tears on your face. Rain, although synonymous with cold, can sometimes bring a little peace, a little comfort and a little hope. Running in the rain, venting in the rain, after all, is just a flash of thought, which has not been implemented. Perhaps, I have long been accustomed to the fixed thinking mode of adults, and my heart has long been filled with numbness and indifference, and those emotional impulses have long since passed away.
The child running in the rain fell down again and again, got up and ran again and again, and was soaked through by the rain. His heart must be full of fear. Confused, uneasy and helpless about the unknown. Maybe he can stop and find a place to hide from the rain. However, if it keeps raining until dark, he may lose the best opportunity to escape, so he will only spend the waiting time in the unknown. Maybe he chose running to buy himself more time and go home as soon as possible. He fell, got up and ran away. He had no choice. At least, there is still a glimmer of hope in his heart. As long as he runs hard, he will get where he wants to go. What does it matter if he falls and gets wet in the rain? He chose a positive and optimistic attitude.
There are many things in life, full of unknown variables. Standing at the crossroads, I don't know which direction to go, and I can't predict whether the chosen direction is correct. Many times, at the end of the road, I choose an intersection at a loss, only to find that I am not taking the road I should take. It is too difficult to turn back when you are caught in a dilemma for no reason. Some roads, no matter how difficult, success or failure is always your choice, so you should stick to it with tears in your eyes. The child without an umbrella, running in the rain is his choice. Even if he is drenched and sore by the rain, he will try his best to run in the rain. For him, only by working hard can hope come true.
Whether it is sunny or rainy, you can't choose after all, but you can choose your own mentality. It's up to you to be positive, optimistic, pessimistic and disappointed, run in the rain, or find a safe haven to stagnate.
The rain always stops; The sun will still rise in the east. Children without umbrellas can only run like hell in the rain. Fall, get up and run. As long as you have faith and never give up, you will eventually reach the other side.
8. Quiet composition before the storm in June Only in the roaring storm can you feel the peace of guarding. -inscription
As the typhoon approached, gray clouds scattered from all directions, blocking the last bright sky. Raindrops are everywhere, making people lose their way within ten steps. ...
The wind kept blowing and the rain kept falling. I put on my raincoat, propped up my umbrella and got out of the car, feeling very shocked; Every tree in front of me is like an old man with a broken waist in Cui Mo, and the ground is full of water mixed with sand. The wind is howling mercilessly, and the rain is pouring down like a downpour. Typhoon is a unique wind, which is neither as peaceful as spring breeze, nor as refreshing and pleasant as autumn wind, nor as hot as Xia Feng. It is ruthless, just like the waves of the Yellow River, like a lion barking and roaring, as if to tear the universe apart.
There was a gust of wind blowing on my face, and I lost my footing for a while. After a few steps, my umbrella handle also tilted backwards, and the umbrella leaf was almost blown over. My arm pulled him back to his original position. At this point, my hair, hands and body are covered with rain, and my feet have sunk into the water, so it is very difficult to walk two steps.
My mother and I are holding an umbrella together. She held it in her arms with her left hand to keep me from getting wet by the rain, but her own right hand was much wet. Dad followed us with an umbrella and came to the "Ninth Bridge" with the team. We had planned to take the Tianchang Bridge on the mountain, but it rained heavily and the mountain road was slippery, so we only came to the Dijiu Bridge at the foot of the mountain.
"It's raining so hard and there's a typhoon, and we're still here in the rain! It' s really spending money to buy sin! " I've been whispering in my mind. My mother seems to understand my dissatisfaction: "What's wrong with coming to Taiwan Province Province and experiencing a typhoon?" ? That's fun! "After hearing what my mother said, it seems to be true. In Chongqing, how can you walk outside in such a heavy rain? We set foot on the "Ninth Bridge", which is a cable bridge across the river. The river below is full of rushing water. I stopped after only two steps, watched the raging river splash and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and dared not go any further. " Come on, what's wrong? Not afraid! This is an iron chain! "Mother pushed me forward. I took a deep breath and stepped out, not afraid of anything in my mother's arms! When I looked back, my father protected me! I walked forward confidently and slowly. No matter the wind and rain, my heart is still just quiet.
Who says it won't be calm until the storm comes? There will be peace in the storm, peace guarded by angels. ...