Yuyou Composition 1 Sasha Vujacic, Sasha Vujacic ...
The spring rain is soft, the wind gently dives into the fine moisture, the grass sticks out, and the earth is instantly covered with a green carpet. Peach blossom, apricot blossom and pear blossom are all smiling. After the spring rain, it adds sweetness. When you close your eyes, it seems that your eyes are full of peaches, Xinger and pears.
Hua, Hua ...
It rains heavily in summer. "Dark clouds turn over the ink and don't cover the mountain, and white rain jumps over the boat." Imagine yourself as the uninhibited poet, with dark clouds hanging low and all around you holding your breath. Booming, a golden snake-shaped lightning pierced the night sky, and the rainstorm poured down, violently hitting the earth and arousing countless splashing passions. Bang, bang, rumbling, playing a unique summer movement.
Pop, pop ...
Autumn rain is poetic and picturesque, drifting obliquely with the autumn wind. Like a soft and fresh melody, warm and charming; Like a clear spring, it melts into the earth, into autumn and into everyone's heart. With the advent of autumn rain, a colorful autumn wind scroll full of joy and harvest looms large.
Didi, Didi ...
Winter rain is calm and peaceful. Every time I put my hand out of the window, I always feel chilly, but I can always smell the faint fragrance of plum blossoms. This is probably the artistic conception of "it's not snow from a distance, because there is fragrance". Cold winter rain, try to mix a few small snowflakes, fall into the flowers, melt with the winter rain, and make this plum blossom more beautiful.
Rain, sometimes delicate, sometimes colorful rain.
Rain excellent composition 2 usually calm rain began to become naughty.
Rain, the impression is calm, it always pours out at one time, and then slowly dissipates, and at most stays in the air silently watching. But the rain is different at this time. It is naughty-it always catches everyone's attention and spreads quietly from the other side of the mountain. When people react, the naughty rain has either begun to rain or is about to rain.
The next game, big or small, caught people distracting and dispersed again; By the time people reacted, the rain had disappeared without a trace.
But even this would not be enough Rain, a usually calm gentleman, finally showed his naughty side. It turned back, turned back, just climbed away from the top of the mountain and climbed back from the top of the mountain. People on the ground don't know when it will come or leave. Many people just put down their umbrellas and have to reopen them and accept them again. Rain seems to love watching people's embarrassing and funny scenes, once or twice, and neither of them is happy.
The rain is so naughty at this time, will it make people complain a little?
Of course not. After all, people have just survived the dry and hot summer and are waiting for this naughty rain to cool the earth. They are very comfortable, no matter how naughty it rains, they can be forgiven.
The sky where the rain turns back briefly is beautiful-it is already a pure sky in the orchid, and this one is a bright and dark cloud. The sun hides somewhere and occasionally comes out to disperse, and the distant hills gradually prevail in the dispersed clouds.
Rain is in the sky, laughing intermittently; People are secretly laughing in their hearts. Rain, naughty rain in my hometown!
Rain 3. It's raining, and the wind is with it. People on the road hurried home. Light rain floated down from the roof and splashed on the leaves, giving the tree a new green coat. Little ants who have no time to go home take shelter from the rain under sparse leaves, and little bees clean their wings at home. The rain fell on the petals, motionless, as if watching the flowers bloom. People who just got off work are enjoying the scenery of spring rain.
There were hurried footsteps in the distance and the children were playing happily in the rain. Their feet were splashed with water, and the rain made the children very happy. The rain rustled on the buds and leaves. The little yellow dog barked in the rain as if to say, "Spring is coming!" " The smell of rain is particularly fresh, which makes people who are tired of work feel refreshed. In the rain, there is a faint smell of buds and flowers. The rain fell on the yellow dog and washed away his sweat.
I squatted in the rain, gently lit a puddle, and suddenly ripples spread everywhere, and the rain fell on my hands, feeling particularly cool. Rain silently moistens everything on the earth. A gust of wind blew the rain on my face. The rain stopped after the wind blew.
The rain stopped, the earth cooled, the animals came out to breathe the fresh air mixed with the fragrance of the earth, the little ants walked out of the house, the hardworking little bees landed on the flowers still stained with rain, and the grass showed a new green, secretly looking out and looking at the dazzling light of the green trees. What a rebirth scene!
Rain has experienced the renewal of Vientiane in spring, the wind in autumn and the snow in winter. What impressed me most was the summer rain.
Summer rain is not as gentle as spring rain. It can come and go whenever it wants. It always likes to catch people off guard, even without a shot in advance.
People come and go on the road, and traffic is heavy. The sun in the sky is high and hot. The fan seller made a fortune today, hiding in the shade while dancing happily and counting money, and occasionally winking at the umbrella seller opposite.
I don't know when the sun gradually hid in the clouds, and the dark clouds quietly surrounded it and drove away the white clouds. Suddenly, there was a dazzling white light in the sky, and beads of rain the size of beans fell one after another, and people fled everywhere. The umbrella seller was beaming, and shouted in the street: "An umbrella is cheap, 10 yuan, so you can't buy it at a loss, you can't be fooled, and the opportunity is rare ..." In an instant, the umbrella seller was surrounded, holding the umbrella in his left hand and collecting money in his right hand, earning a lot of money.
It rained, a black hole suddenly appeared in the sky, and the sun was exposed again. People are angry. You know, I just bought a fan and an umbrella. Isn't that a big loss? When people were so popular that they threw umbrellas and fans on the ground, the umbrella seller took the opportunity to take them back. After a while, it began to rain cats and dogs again, and people rushed back to look for their umbrellas. I saw the umbrella seller sitting there quietly, shouting, "umbrellas are very cheap ... you can't buy them at a loss, you can't be fooled ..." In desperation, you have to spend money again. ...
With the umbrella I just bought, someone arrived home in a short time. The sun stretched and showed his face, and the rain stopped.
Rain, how can you do this?
Rain excellent composition 5 I am the "clean guardian" in nature-rain. I have different tempers according to different seasons, so I am a "chameleon".
I am a continuous spring rain. I rode a cloud and watched the world's every move in the sky. First, a few naughty falls, then more and more, more and more ... Finally, the whole world is raining, like a wisp of kitchen smoke sprinkled on the world, misty rain blurred, like thousands of silver beads, and like the hair of ten thousand cows, scrambling to fall.
I am a violent summer rain. In summer, dark clouds roll in the sky, but no raindrops fall. Without any warning, the heavenly queen "left" me. I cried my heart out. The original tiny raindrops became the size of soybeans, uneven, and turned into a sea of people, suddenly rushing down, breaking through the sky, breaking the peace on the ground and falling relentlessly.
I am the cool autumn rain. We came to the world with coolness and shyness in the autumn wind and fell down in waves. With the autumn wind, we washed away the summer heat and cleaned the dust on earth. Come gently and go quietly. People always shout "cool" after I leave! Every time I hear this, my heart is sweeter than eating honey.
I am a cold winter rain. Whenever I come to winter, I will learn people on the earth to put on new clothes-snow. Crystal pearls shine on me, and my white body can't help but make people think: what a beautiful princess! Wearing a crown, he came to the world gracefully and lightly, twisting his body and showing beauty. Children always break away from adults without waiting for me to fall in mid-air, and have a snowball fight in the snow, having fun.
I like to contribute to mankind and welcome the dust for the earth. I know there are more people waiting for me in the distance. I must speed up my steps and go there tirelessly.
On Saturday, I do my homework listlessly. Suddenly, there was a rustling sound, ah! Miss Chun Yu is singing softly! I put down my pen and listened to her wonderful singing.
Like a thin rain line falling slowly, I ran to the window and stretched out of it. The rain line patted my hand, which was really comfortable! "sasha vujacic ..." Her singing is so beautiful! Perhaps the rain line is a note, a vivid note, which will be composed into such a touching song!
Miss Chun Yu didn't come as quickly as Sister Yu Xia did. She landed gently on the earth. Her gentle and sweet voice made me have many dreams, reached the other side of success and enjoyed the fruits of success; Dream of traveling around the world, standing on the endless grassland, feeling the natural scenery of Mongolia, standing on an ancient fishing boat and looking up at the magnificent scenery of the Aegean Sea; I dream. ...
It's still raining, I'm still listening.
Listen, I feel relaxed all over. Listening to the rain, I forgot all my troubles and heavy homework. I just listened to the rain quietly. Ah, it turns out that Miss Chunyu's singing is so beautiful, but I usually have no serious taste.
The rain gradually stopped, the grass became tender, the flowers became delicate, the animals were happy, and I felt relaxed and happy. Miss Chun Yu smiled brightly when she saw this scene. Finally, she left here with a sweet smile and went to other places to bring more happiness to people.
Yesterday was a stormy day. In the morning, I woke up from bed and saw that it was raining heavily, lightning was dancing with a whip, Grandpa Lei was playing drums, and the tree began to shake hands ... Then, I went to school after breakfast.
In the afternoon, I came home in the rain and sat on the windowsill with my mother and looked out. After a while, there was water in our community, and the roads in front of primary schools in Shanghai, Jinyayuan and Le Yi Road were also flooded. People waded past, afraid to drive, and slowly dawdled forward.
My mother showed me the video again. God, Beijing Road and Guangzhou Railway Station are flooded. Also, fish, mom, fish is on the way; What, this ..... water enters the house ..... is it too exaggerated? Well, the boat, someone really took the boat on the road; Car, it's best not to park in the parking lot, the parking lot is full of water ... I'm afraid to see this kind of thing ... Anyway, today's rainstorm is something I haven't seen in decades!
Do you know how the rainstorm came about? Let me tell you something, because astronomical tide was hit by a typhoon, plus heavy rain ... Can you stand it?
Also, in this weather, we primary school students must stay in a safe place. If you go out, there will be three dangers: first, you may be washed away by water; Second, it may be electrocuted; Third, you may get sick. So we primary school students must be safe at home and don't take risks!
Rain excellent composition 8 four seasons cycle, flowers bloom in a blink of an eye.
Outside the window, the night is hazy, listening to the whisper of the wind softens the quiet night and softens the heart. A wisp of spring breeze disturbed my dream, wrinkled my notebook, and the faint ink wafted all over the room with the wind, releasing my melancholy. Fragrant words dance lightly at my fingertips, and endless thoughts in my heart come to paper with fragrance. The wind is blowing gently, listening to the window quietly, like the sound of flowers, like the shallow song of grass, like the whisper of Ye Er, intoxicated in my heart. My hair also danced slightly with the wind, and the fragrance solidified the quiet and beautiful time.
Because I always believe that words have souls, every time I read an article, I can feel the sincere efforts of the author, and I can't live without this gentle and warm wind this season, which will slowly infiltrate every soul who knows each other and quietly make strangers full of flowers. I am safe with a feeling that I will never leave you. I follow you closely and listen to your incomparable beauty.
I folded a beautiful paper windmill from colored paper and gave it to you. You said you would keep my paper windmill spinning, so that my life would be as colorful as a paper windmill. I made a bouquet of perfume peony for you with colorful stockings. You said you wanted to make my peonies bloom more brightly, make them fragrant in Wan Li, and make my face as beautiful as peonies.
Got it. I made a kite for you. You said you would take it to the blue sky to make it fly higher and farther, and let my eyes see the truth, goodness, beauty and ugliness of the whole world. Whether I like it or not, you will interpret the sense of security in the depths of the world of mortals for me.
You told me quietly, accompanied me to see an all-consuming love, listened to Hua Die's whispers, and watched butterflies intoxicated with flowers, while flowers danced with you, dancing out the throb in the depths of the soul. You quietly told me to accompany me to the river to see the long flowing water, listen to the lingering between fish and water, and watch the fish chase the water sadly, but the water takes you to the sea. You told me quietly that you would accompany me harmoniously and let me play a romantic song in the most beautiful time and indulge in each other's tacit understanding.
I am deeply attracted by your gentle whisper. You walk gently, gently and slowly, touching all the way. No matter where you go, you will leave behind the whisper of spring, poetic, beautiful and refreshing. It's true: the four seasons are coming again, and the whistle wakes up the strange wild jiao. Willow trees on the shore are dancing, and peach blossoms on the hillside are in full bloom. Bees and butterflies are obsessed with flowers, and the diameter of flowers can't bear to be broken. The breeze carries green trees wantonly, and thousands of golden threads wither. When I meet you full of poetry, my breath will be smooth and fresh. To hug you is to hug the whole world and the whole universe.
On Saturday morning, I lay on the balcony at home and looked out. I saw a dark cloud in the sky, like cotton wool soaked in ink. Then, there are more and more dark clouds in the sky. Suddenly, a flash of lightning pierced the whole sky, and then there was earth-shattering thunder, which seemed to shatter the whole universe.
At first, raindrops were scattered in every corner like thin embroidery needles. Then, the rain fell from the sky like a thousand silver lines, and a row of drained water drops fell from the eaves like a beautiful bead curtain. A lotus flower in the pool, clinging to the green lotus leaf, seems to be covered with soft gauze under the washing of white rain, becoming more delicate, elegant, charming and lovely. Look at the cheerful fish in the pool, dancing, chasing the ripples aroused by the rain and splashing the waves like silver beads.
The rain is getting heavier and the raindrops are getting denser. They fell from the sky and hit the glass. The rain kept dripping down, leaving a watermark, like unstoppable tears; The rain splashed on the roof and immediately turned into a muddy yellow water column, and everything became dim. The world is like a big bead curtain, a blur.
After a while, the rain subsided again, and the dust on the ground and the dirty things in the air were also taken away by the heavy rain. The air was filled with the smell of earth. Suddenly, the dark clouds slowly disappeared, and a rainbow crossed the sky, from one end of the sky to the other, absorbing all the soft colors in the universe and solidifying in the sky. That rainbow, hanging in the forest, sprinkled countless bright spots on the open space, and seven colorful rainbows were reflected in the sky. ...
How beautiful the scenery is in rainy days!
Excellent composition of rain 10 "It rains a lot in Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." The rain in Xinghua village in Chizhou enters poetry and merges into the beautiful spring in the south of the Yangtze River. Walking along the path and bathing in the spring rain is really a scene, a poem and a feeling. In different seasons, rain also plays different roles and gives us different feelings.
In spring, the rain is like a young girl, drop by drop, which is the whisper of the spring girl. Rain touched the earth with slender and soft fingers, so the earth showed great vitality: spring rain moistened the grass, and the grass was green; Spring rain sprinkled on the river, and the river became wet; The spring rain floated on the flowers, and the flowers smiled. ...
In summer, the rain is like a raging teenager. It comes quickly and goes quickly. In the hot summer, you expect it, and it comes. One moment it's clear in Wan Li, and the other it's raining cats and dogs, which makes you unprepared. Summer rain is refreshing, and rainbows appear after the rain, which is the most beautiful scenery in summer.
As the saying goes: "an autumn rain is a cold." Autumn rain, like a conscientious weatherman, indicates the rustling of the journey.
Winter rain is like a magician who is good at changing his body shape. With the cold wind and rain, it brings you the spirit of winter-snowflake.
The rain in the four seasons is so changeable and full of infinite amorous feelings.
Rainy days repeat the same mistakes in my mind. When I want to keep a diary, I ease the mood of pain.
Accustomed to listening to soothing love songs, elegance and fragrance also pour out sadness. I always feel that I am sitting in an empty corner. Looking at the loose ups and downs in the air, only staring at a bunch of waking sunshine. Then, all the stories, all the condensation, are piled up in a piece of dust.
Snow has not melted yet, but it has the meaning of spring warmth. Sunshine enriches me and reflects a lot of bright light and shadow. Suddenly remind of a person, Meng. If I were dust, how did I fly to your corner? If I am not dust, have I learned a kind of sustenance again? Everything is like rain in the sun! Clear pain, cold injury. I didn't accompany her to the street yesterday. I have no reason, but I still feel vicissitudes and tired. It's like she always likes to go out, but she still has to wear thin clothes in cold weather. She said, I hope there is heating outside. She said it was like spending one winter after another.
winter My sick heart. Trembling and confused, but not afraid of danger. Nature, soul, what can I fight with God? At the moment of leaving the warmth, objective grief exists. At the moment when snowflakes floated into our city, impulse and passion became quiet. Looking at the sky and snow is like a blank sheet of paper. Look at yourself, frowning is just melancholy.
Late winter. It's already spring. Recovery, hope and eternity. How long ago, in primary school. At this critical moment of spring, our words began to wander around, showing joy like fish out of water again. The budding branches, the green grass, even the "river" flowing into the sewage, and ... the dream seems to be waking up, broken, but more shining. We can't understand the smile on our faces, but we know that we should laugh at this feeling. As for the story, it's just a flowing inspiration in my mind. Only I sealed my dream and didn't tell anyone.
Learn to be really quiet, you can hear the rhythm of your heartbeat, and you can't hide your sadness. "When you are quiet for a long time, you will feel very close to nature. I understand the gentle voice of birds. Autumn leaves are not only silent, but also shouting. Many lives are following suit without hesitation. For example, sadness and happiness sometimes come at the same time. Sneer, in fact, this is just hypocrisy.
Rain, my life has been longing for many years. Tears of heaven, right? Or is God losing his temper? When I was a child, I always heard others' associations through hearsay. What about yourself? what do you think? Once, I was facing the sky, and the rain kissed my cheek and my lips. Its kiss is cold, like the color of crystal and like a lonely halo. I smiled, without any trivial thoughts. It's just that it's raining now! I can belong to you, don't you love me? Of course, I will love you more. I don't want the umbrella to be our third party and let you wander around me at will! Soak me, drench me in pain, and let me hold you and cry enough. Okay？
Sunshine, shirking my squinting. Rain is in my heart.
Rain 12 Rain came silently. The sudden arrival and beautiful arrival gave the earth a big hug.
Rain, light at first, then rings slowly, falling from the sky, from light to loud, from light to loud. ...
Just like that wonderful music, it entered my ears and my mind. Da da da! Da da da! Dancing on umbrellas, leaves and grass like a ballet dancer. Dadada ... dadada ...
Rain is like a naughty child, jumping around on the leaves. It landed on a leaf and jumped to another tree. It jumped around, tired of jumping, and rested on a leaf for a while. Mother Earth was anxious, so she told Baby Leaf to shake her body and shake the naughty child down. Naughty children fell down one after another, kissing and hugging Mother Earth. However, some children have not come down. They are resting on the branches! Enjoy the concert. After a long time, they had enough rest, play and enjoyment, slid down from the leaves and hugged Mother Earth.
Unconsciously, the rain stopped and some children didn't come down. They stayed on the leaves for a long time and became beautiful dewdrops. Everything was silent.
Ding dong-
A small dewdrop fell into a small puddle, making a clear noise, breaking the silence and making the world lively!
Ding dong ding dong
Little dewdrops fell into puddles one by one. ...
Rain 13 The rain in spring is Mao Mao rain, and the rain in autumn is autumn rain. The rain in winter is biting, but the rain in summer is different. Summer rain is a mixture of wind and rain.
This morning, dark clouds were gathering, as if the sky were going to fall. The air is so stuffy that I can't breathe. Ants are moving. If it rains, the house will be flooded, thunder will rumble, and lightning seems to split a crack in the sky. Raindrops fall like pearls with broken lines. I hold an umbrella, and the rain hits it, like playing summer music. Suddenly, I saw a man running with his head in his hand. Rain drops on the ground from the eaves, rippling, and another drop falls from the sky before a circle is finished. The rain seems to have covered the sky with sand. The heavy rain fell from the sky and hit the mirror-like water, scaring away the small fish that were about to jump onto the lotus leaf to watch the rain. The wind is very strong, bending the small trees, showing how strong the wind is! The wind is like a naughty child. It blew away people's umbrellas. Umbrella flutters with the wind, like dandelion in the sky.
After the rain, a rainbow appeared in the sky, just like a bridge in the sky. Bamboo shoots come out from their heads. Wild mushrooms open umbrellas. Under the washing of rain, the small flowers become more energetic, and there are pearls on the lotus leaves. The air has become fresher. Birds are flying high in the sky, and swallows are chirping in the sky, as if to say, "It's sunny! The weather is fine and I can fly again. "
Observing the weather is a very interesting thing. Next time, I will observe other weather or business or things.
Rain God is angry again, isn't he? It is still raining endlessly, as if there is a big hole in the sky.
The rain falls on the eaves drop by drop, tick by tick ... the rain flows down the slope of the eaves, misty. The steaming fog seemed to turn the city into a fairyland, and the rain kept falling.
An old woman is pushing a stroller to enjoy flowers in the park. Just as she was about to go home, it began to rain. As the old woman walked, she muttered, "Really, it's raining so hard, but she still has a stubborn temper!" " When she reached a crossroads, she suddenly stopped. It turned out that she didn't pay attention to her feet and stepped into a puddle. Look at the stroller again. Oh, my god, this wheel has sunk to the bottom of the water. Great! The stroller can't be pushed or pulled back. It's really hard to move!
A little girl was reading with relish on a park bench when she heard a bang. The little girl was frightened and ran home. Before she got to the community, she was soaked and shivering with cold. The book was also broken, and the girl began to cry, not knowing whether it was rain or tears on her face.
I saw a bus flying by on the road, splashing the rain on the pants of pedestrians, which caused them to curse again and again, as if a huge waterfall fell from the sky and turned this land into a flood beach.
"Hua-Hua", the rain is still falling. ...
Rain excellent composition 15 Some people praise the spring rain, which is as expensive as oil. She is gentle and touching, like a gentle mother, "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently" and nourishing everything in the world; She is quiet and elegant. "Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and there is no boat to cross the wild." She is integrated with nature, giving people a quiet environment; She is quiet and full of resentment. "Stay here in full of green, don't rush home, it's spring, it's sadness, it's rain." She brings some rain and sadness to the parting people, and also evokes some homesickness of the prodigal son. Spring rain, beautiful, is not only an immortal poet, but also praising her. The atmosphere in autumn is bleak and elegant. Even the autumn rain is very emotional. Mention this autumn rain, you have to think of the charm of Jiangnan. The autumn wind is blowing clearly, and the rain hangs like smoke clouds in the south of the Yangtze River, crystal clear as glass. Inside, a woman in red holds up an oil umbrella, showing a trace of sadness on her face, next to a small bridge and running water, which is a beautiful scenery. Autumn rain has a very temperament feeling, and many writers use it to create a beautiful atmosphere. Spring rain and autumn rain have been the object of praise and discussion since ancient times, but what about summer rain? Yu Xia never seems to form a beautiful image in people's minds. When it comes to her, people say that it is too rude, too violent, and the lightning and thunder are too fierce, but who has carefully observed her? Who thought about her beautiful side? Lightning and thunder came before the summer rain. Lightning is like a pair of sharp scissors, and the deep blue sky is like a piece of flawless blue velvet. Scissors swished a hole in the blue velvet, and the reflected white light was dazzling, but everything was gorgeous. Soon it will be dull thunder. The rumbling sound is like a dark cloud full of bitterness, and I don't want others to hear it. It's boring, and people's sadness will be revealed, not afraid. Then the heavy rain is like the catharsis of dark clouds, which makes all the unpleasantness splash on the ground with a bang, then flow everywhere and finally disappear. These raindrops hit the windows, the ground and the water angrily, constantly venting, venting ... No matter how wronged and painful Yu Xia is, she doesn't let people know, but silently vents herself. She didn't want more people to suffer with her, so she chose to roar and beat, and became rude and irritable, but people didn't know her heart ... People should be like Yu Xia, and don't give others too much trouble. I hope everyone can get to know Yu Xia and forgive her rudeness and bad temper.