The rain drops down, which moistens the earth and makes everything grow. Next, I bring you a composition about rain. Welcome to read it. Chapter 1: Rain
always thinks that raindrops are pure tears of angels, and the sound of rain is the angel's song full of happiness, fluttering and vigorous, with all kinds of voices.
I like listening to the rain best. Whenever it rains, I will listen carefully to the sound of the rain, and listen to the happiness, trouble and sadness it brings me? Of course, I also like watching and feeling the rain.
in the spring rain, I take an umbrella to the field and listen to the rain. Drip, drip? Gently and quietly. Rain drops fall on the leaves, and the rain drops gather on the tips of the leaves along the edges. When the raindrops are getting bigger and bigger and the leaves can't bear its weight, they drop down. ? Pa? 1, so crisp. When the spring rain is over, the leaves are bright green and the grass is green enough to force your eyes.
when it rains in summer, I stand in front of my house and listen to the rain? Wow, wow? It's like playing Beethoven's Ode to Joy. The vitality of the rain elves really makes me want to rush into the rain and play with them. ? Pa? The rain fell to the ground, splashing many small splashes and rushing to the earth. Summer rain came with a bang and left with a bang. For a moment, I couldn't see its true colors clearly.
When it rains in autumn, I sit at the window, listening to the sound of rain and enjoying Autumn Rain by Zhang Ailing. It is an article that I never tire of reading. The sound of autumn rain is continuous and sad. Lingling, Lingling? There seems to be a sticky feeling. Rain is light and thin, like fog, like rain and like wind. I don't know why, there is always a feeling of obscurity. The fallen leaves fluttered with the rain. The autumn rain is beyond my description.
it's especially cold when it rains in winter. I am not familiar with the sound of rain. I think many people hate winter rain. But I am an exception. How free the winter rain is, accompanied by cold wind and snowflakes, and how lively it is, people say: A good winter brings a good summer. ? And I said? Seo Woo has a good year. ?
The spring rain is pure, the summer rain is lively, the autumn rain is elegant and the winter rain is free, which is what I appreciate most.
Many great writers and small writers always love to write about rain when writing articles. Sometimes rain is the theme. Even when writing something, I always like to write about rainy days. It can be seen that writers also like the rain and appreciate it.
My mother said that I wasted my time watching the rain, but I thought she didn't understand the heart and soul of the rain.
enjoying the rain is my favorite. Part 2: junior high school composition rain
that heavy rain sounded the alarm of my life?
it was cloudy after the extracurricular class that day. I walked down the stairs, and the endless stream of classmates let me go slowly. God, it's going to rain, so I can't. I have to go home quickly. Inadvertently, I saw an uninhabited path, and I was secretly pleased. I thought, God help me. I'm sure I can go downstairs quickly by taking that shortcut.
These students are so stupid that they don't know how to take a shortcut, so you'll be soaked! After thinking about it, I opened the crowd and went straight to the shortcut. I stood on tiptoe and walked carefully into the shortcut. There are only some glimmers coming through the window in the shortcut, which makes people feel so gloomy and horrible. When I touched something, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. When I saw it, it turned out to be a blackboard, which read? No traffic? Four characters, looking up at the window, it has been raining continuously, and the intermittent sound has clearly reached my ears, making me anxious and uneasy.
Maybe it was the intermittent sound of rain that made me want to go home even more. So he ignored the warning and stepped forward. I came to the end, only to find a big fence that read? This road is blocked? I was so annoyed that I frowned and thought: Hey! How did this happen? Then I went back to the stairs with a feeling of loss. I looked out of the window again, and it was raining cats and dogs outside. Thunder and lightning, thunder and lightning, growling at my dissatisfaction, laughing at my embarrassment. The students on the stairs are still full. I searched everywhere for the classmates who were behind me. They had already disappeared. They probably went out before it rained!
I thought to myself: If I hadn't been clever, obeyed the warning and stood in line with my classmates honestly, maybe I would have arrived home long ago! Just taking the so-called shortcut not only wasted my time, but also scared me to death. In the end, I have to go back to the way I just went. It's really clever to be mistaken by cleverness! Then, I once again stood in a long queue and walked out of the teaching building. I became authentic without an umbrella? A drowned rat
When you only have yourself in mind, you may leave trouble for yourself, and then you may be shooting yourself in the foot! Chapter 3: junior high school composition rain
On the calendar in March, spring left a warmth for me. Accompanied by the light and soft Blue Danube? I have accumulated my feelings for a winter, so I can flow happily today? Urged by the sound, the beautiful spring elf has quietly put on the green yarn and came to my side in ballet shoes. It dances softly, under my violin, gently. ? Spring rain is as expensive as oil? If March is a beautiful little angel, then the rain in March is an angel's glittering and translucent eyes of Ming Che. When the first rain fell like a pearl, a transparent curtain was hung between heaven and earth by a fairy. Did Ji Zhanqiu say that? The spring rain is blue. ? Light rain, like a dream, puts a hazy coat on the world, which is the charm of light rain. At night, lying in bed alone, listening to the light rain knocking at my window in the dark. ? Tick-tock? Tick-tock? A sound, a little bit, is very harmonious with the sound of the alarm clock, and a burst of joy in my heart is faint, which reminds me of the scene of the poet looking at the drizzle and singing. Someone said:? Man is a man in history. ? Think tonight is more valuable? Another sleepless night. Rain is the whitest cloud in my dream, right? Vaguely, I have outlined in front of my eyes a rain spirit who is as clean as jade. I remembered the song "Gear" again: The eaves dripping with water, the water splashing on the roadside, people who have no home, stand still. When the green grass climbs up the forehead of the mountain, when the red on the lips of the mountain deepens, the earth also opens its mind? Spring festival; When the first spring thunder woke up the mountains, it seemed like a shower, a blur and a green. At this time, birds, flowers and grass all came back quietly with rain, and the earth was full of vitality and laughter, and people also came from? Hibernate? Gradually wake up, singing and dancing in this festive spring. ? Where spring returns, there is no road to loneliness. ? Thinking that this year's spring will pass away, I can't help but feel gloomy; I can think that the beauty of spring has been engraved into my memory, and I smile with relief. I like to walk in the misty drizzle, leaving my hair covered with beads like a line of light rain. I like to bathe in the sunshine of spring, and then dream of a bright future with comfort and comfort. I like to steal the spring with rain in it and write it in a locked diary. I like to cry in the rain without being discovered by others; I like to fold spring and rain into paper cranes and make them into a string? Oh, spring, spring, spring rain, spring rain, my favorite season!