A 700-word composition about autumn rain (1) It has been raining for several days recently. It is neither as violent as summer rain, nor as sparse as spring rain, nor as cold as winter rain. How wonderful is autumn rain?
First of all, the autumn rain is very comfortable and long. People say "autumn wind is rustling and autumn rain is continuous", because sometimes it lasts for a week or two, or even longer. This can completely clean the heat and noise of the whole summer, erase the imprint of summer from us bit by bit, and at the same time let me realize that "an autumn rain and a cold", the clothes are thickened layer by layer. Although autumn rain is sometimes endless, it is strange that people don't hate it. If you think about it carefully, it should be because it can bring us long-lost coolness and tranquility. No wonder many poets like to write lyrics when it rains in autumn. Because autumn, especially rainy autumn, can always bring us an artistic conception and an inspiration, so that we can study and study at home with peace of mind.
Another feature of autumn rain is that it is often accompanied by leaves. Didn't the ancients say that "after the autumn rain, the fallen leaves return to their roots"? In fact, not only plane trees will shed their leaves in the autumn rain, but most trees will shed their leaves at this time. Such "falling leaves rain" also constitutes a different kind of scenery in autumn.
You see, in the misty rain and fog, leaves are dancing in the air, drifting on the water and rolling happily on the ground. Some of them are flying in the air like red butterflies, some are flying like orioles, some are dancing gracefully like ballerinas, and some are swaying from side to side like boats ... Under the nourishment of autumn rain, everything is so fresh.
The charm of autumn rain is not only beautiful, but more importantly, it always permeates the meaning of harvest from her gestures. You see, fiery red persimmons hang neatly on trees, just like red lanterns; Golden corn, with red tassels on their heads, is like a group of lively and robust children laughing heartily; Mature sunflowers are arranged neatly, just like a group of sunny teenagers waving to us ... Not only are there signs of natural harvest everywhere in the autumn rain, but even we humans are more likely to create richer works in this fairy tale season.
I like autumn, especially autumn rain, not only because of its beauty, but also because it makes me feel that the distance between heaven and earth is no longer so far away. Through this long autumn rain, I can hear the dialogue between heaven and earth.
Write a 700-word composition about autumn rain (2) On a rainy morning, my father and I drove to Pingjiang Road next to the school. Pingjiang Road is located on the Pingjiang River, starting from Ganjiang Road in the south and reaching Northeast Street in the north. After thousands of years, it still maintains its quaint style. After the transformation and development in recent years, it has long been full of youthful vitality.
Walking on Pingjiang Road paved with stone slabs, stepping on thin raindrops, touching the green grass on the roadside, and looking at the Jiangnan dwellings with white walls and black tiles on both sides, it is really pleasant. There are few pedestrians on the road, and the melodious Suzhou Pingtan came from the loudspeaker, quietly, as if entering a paradise. There are 13 famous bridges on Pingjiang River, including flat bridge, arch bridge and double bridge, each with its own characteristics. What impressed me most was the ice cream bridge. The ice cream bridge has a unique shape. There are cloisters and temples on the bridge, which are called Qiaotuo Temple. There is also a touching story about it: it is said that a long time ago, there lived a dutiful son named Zhang in Xiaojiaxiang, west of Qiaoxi. One year it snowed heavily and there was a lack of food at home. His old mother is hungry. In desperation, Zhang Xiaozi braved the cold wind and shoveled snow for his old mother to eat. After Zhang Xiaozi died, the villagers called this bridge "Ice Cream Bridge" in memory of him. Kannonji was originally built on a bridge, forming a unique bridge-carrying temple style. Now it's an old bookworm's book.
Walking from south to north, many modern elements have been integrated into the ancient dwellings, and some of them have been changed into hotels, such as Pingjiang Inn. Some have been transformed into amorous feelings wedding photo studios, some have been transformed into art galleries, and a restaurant called "rice fish" is very distinctive. However, these things inevitably make people feel a little lost. The ancient civilization is completely enveloped by the modern commercial atmosphere, with only superficial streets and soulless old streets. Compared with Zhouzhuang, Wuzhen and Mudu I have been to, I always feel deja vu. Perhaps carefully protected old wells can better record historical changes. The ancient double wells snuggle together quietly, like a close old couple, and no one can live without anyone. The deep notch of the wellhead shows the vicissitudes of time and seems to tell us the past. Rain dripped in, causing ripples.
The long Beautiful Scenery of Suzhou came from a distance. A boat carrying a couple wandered on the Pingjiang River, and the boatman's singing was methodical and waxy. The boat slowly passed by the stone bridge under my feet, leaving long ripples.
Ping He Jiang, Pingjiang Bridge, Pingjiang Road and Pingjiang Boat quietly greeted guests from all sides and spread the beautiful Suzhou customs to all directions. I was born and raised in Sri Lanka. How lucky I am!
700-word composition on autumn rain (3) I got up in the morning, opened the curtains and found that the rain outside the window was still raining, as if it would never stop.
Flowers can only hide in the grass and suck rain to protect their petals. Grass, on the other hand, is specially used to shelter from wind and rain and build a wall hand in hand. There must be a lot of bugs under this wall, that is, people.
I took my umbrella and rain boots and went downstairs to the grass to see if yesterday's flowers were still there. As soon as I went out, the rain fell on the umbrella like a waterfall, making a rustling sound. I can't help thinking, "I'm afraid those flowers yesterday have been washed away by the rain." But I walked into the grass with a glimmer of hope. I reached out and pushed open the green wall made of grass. Sure enough, I found some flowers with broken waist. I guess I didn't guess wrong.
"Ah, this autumn rain really makes life restless, especially these weak plants. Didn't even that big tree break many branches? " I sighed lightly, but suddenly I found a few small white mushrooms growing under the tree, which looked bright and beautiful in the rain. I reached out my hand and was suddenly hit by a few naughty raindrops, and suddenly I felt a biting coolness.
Now it seems that the ancients said it well, an autumn rain and a cold, and ten autumn rains need to wear cotton. It is this autumn rain that makes the hot temperature in summer plummet and turn into biting cold. At this time, the rain is constantly washing the earth, dense and crackling. It must be that the fairy in the sky was playing and accidentally spilled a basin of water from the Milky Way on the earth.
The rain is getting smaller and smaller. I think it may be that the fairy knows something is wrong and slowly stops the rain. If it was the climax of the rain just now, it should be the trough now. Finally, the grass straightened up in the light rain and stopped leaning; That little mushroom seems to be growing up slowly; And the flowers hiding in the grass seem to be relieved; These bugs also ran to tell other bugs that the rain was going to stop.
Slowly, the rain stopped, and the sun just hidden in the dark clouds rushed out and gave its light to everything on the earth without hesitation. Everything on the earth felt the warmth of the sun and began to grow one after another; Insects are also flying one after another, which is particularly vital; Even the flowers hiding in the grass now straighten up and make their flowers bigger and more beautiful.
When I got home, I played a piano piece, and suddenly found that the piano piece was like the rain, rising and falling, strong and weak, but it would eventually stop. Then, I picked up the book and read it in the sun. Then go to the blog, appreciate the beauty of the article, and listen to music to ease your mood. Maybe now, all the creatures in the world are relaxing and growing in this rare sunshine.
It's raining again. ...
Write a 700-word composition about autumn rain (4) In a blink of an eye, the hot summer leaves with the cool autumn wind. The first autumn rain has come. Listen, does this urgent sound bring a little coolness to autumn?
In the morning, when the curtains were opened, dark clouds filled the whole sky. But I didn't see any signs of those elves. Where will they be? I don't know, either.
Halfway through, the little raindrops falling on my head bit by bit are happy elves. The ground, trees and roofs are paradise for their games. Tick tock, right? Looking up, it turns out that they are writing one wonderful music score after another, and these wonderful notes are jumping back and forth. The music goes on, and the soft voice is like the vocal music played by musicians, how loud and beautiful! Raindrops seem to be having their own concert.
It's raining so hard that I can't help looking out. I didn't stop with anyone, but the rain made the scenery more beautiful. It contains a thin layer of fog. At this moment, like Penglai fairyland, rain has brought vitality to the world. In the rain, the colors of trees become more and more, leaving different colors on each leaf. There are dark green, green, light green ... all kinds of colors are mixed together to make the scenery more poetic.
The rain slowly stopped and the concert ended. The wind blows the flowers brought by the rain, and the world suddenly becomes cool. The heat of summer was taken away by the autumn rain at this moment, and the sun showed her red face again. The bird hiding in the tree came out to shake off the rain and began to sing her own song. The euphemistic voice brought a trace of charm to this rainy world. There are still traces of raindrops on the leaves, falling drop by drop. It's over. Summer has passed quietly.
Autumn has come, accompanied by the coolness of autumn rain. ...