"Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Xiao sees the red and wet place, and the flowers fall into Jinguancheng. " A poem, a rain. I like this poetic rain.
It's good to rain. Rain is the source of life. Whenever winter comes, the rain stops. The howling cold wind swept away the breath of life. Once the green branches, only layers of snow were left. Perhaps, some tenacious life is still alive, but it is covered by strong winds ... When spring comes, when the first drop of rain falls, it melts the thick snow, melts the snow, becomes a river, becomes a stream of life, and becomes vitality ... Under the nourishment of the stream of life, the grass in the first lesson sticks its head out of the moisture, so dazzling green! Green is flashing in the rain, flashing, and flowers bloom under the flashing. Colorful, the recovery of various animals is even more wonderful ... and people are busy sowing when they see the first drop of life after landing. Look at those seedlings, thriving in the rain, enjoying the moisture of raindrops ... yes, rain, the source of life, nourishes everything. No wonder the saying "Spring rain is as expensive as oil" is really true!
It's good to rain. Rain is poetic. Mr. Song's "Spring Rain" ink painting is black and white, but the clear and sparkling lake, the cormorants swaying in the rain, the wicker swaying in the breeze, enjoying the rain and a little light rain. But it is still beautiful, full of green and full of vitality. Just like being there, it's beautiful ... "The rain in Tianjie is crisp and the grass is far and near. The most important benefit is the spring of the year, which is better than the willow. " Another spring rain poem, even better! Showed the vitality of the rain, but also showed the charm of the rain, as superb, seamless ... This kind of rain, picturesque.
Perhaps, you will also talk about that terrible storm. Yes, that's really terrible and will bring disaster. However, this is a symbol of natural forces! It's stormy and thunderous. Why not give people a shock? When I am afraid, I can't help but admire the power of this storm, just like Gorky's Haiyan, "Come on, let the storm come more violently!" " Magnificent ...
The rain is so beautiful. I love rain, love its vitality, love its poetry, love its power ... it's good to rain!
It's good to rain. Composition 2: It's good to rain.
During the summer vacation, my parents bought me a gift-an umbrella to congratulate me on my smooth promotion to Grade Three. And said to me, "You are going to the third grade, and you have to go home by yourself, so I bought you this umbrella." This umbrella is very beautiful. Its colors are blue and green. And there are white raindrops on the blue, which is "unified" with the real rainy day. I praised this umbrella when I saw it. I also gave it a name-"Xiao He", and I really want to try it right away. Who knows it didn't rain for the next few days. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. It's really "the weather is unpredictable." On this day, God suddenly made waves. After a while, it rained cats and dogs. I dance happily at home. So, I happily went to school with this "Xiao He" umbrella. On the way to school, I saw the rain dripping on the umbrella, splashing countless splashes, and the sound was dripping, as if the raindrops were singing happily. I'm expecting it to rain harder and harder. So that my umbrella can be used for a while.
When school was over, the rain had stopped. I play with this umbrella while walking. I found that as long as I turn my umbrella around against the wind, it will be blown into a corner by the wind. As long as you put the umbrella forward, it will recover. Ha, this is really great.
Ah, it's good to rain!
It's good to rain. Composition 3: It's nice to rain.
God, it's so gloomy. Although there is no sun, it is sultry. Cicada singing in the trees has a low and slow voice and a weak voice; The spider is busy mending its delicate gossip net; The ants nervously moved the delicious food out of the cave. The grass hung on the ground. Willow is also like a patient, with weak branches. We sat in the shade to enjoy the cool, but there was no wind. The air is still, and the sweat seems to fly away, as if it had turned into steam before falling to the ground. Ah! At this time, it is going to rain!
Good things always happen after a severe pain. After three days of gloomy and sultry weather, it's raining again! Look, the grass is swaying with the wind, as if happily receiving the moisture of rain. Rain rolled down the green grass stalks and suddenly entered the soil. Willow spread its branches and leaves, swinging its branches happily in the rain. In such a hot summer, those branches that have long been yellow and dry can become lush at this moment. Can't it be blamed on the heavy rain? It was the rain that brought every leaf back to life.
"Hua", the rain is getting bigger and bigger, and it falls on the eaves in strings, splashing one crystal spray after another. The naughty child immediately ran over and stepped on the splashing water with a smile. In a short time, the sound of rain mixed with children's laughter and music formed a cheerful melody. I can't wait to rush into the rain, open my arms and look up, and let the falling rain drop on my face. I enjoy the freshness brought by rain, it can remove the troubles in my heart, and it can make my heart as clear and transparent as raindrops.
At this moment, the street is a sea of umbrellas, like a flowing sea of flowers. Imagine how many touching stories are being interpreted under the umbrella. Is it the first encounter between Xu Xian and White Snake on the broken bridge, the back of mother after class, or the fun of friends going home side by side on the way after school ... Does every umbrella hold up a clear sky? If there is no rain, we won't feel the deep warmth under the umbrella!
Ah! It's sunny when it rains!
It's good to rain. Composition 4: It's good to rain.
I always like rain. When early spring falls, veils cover the earth. It rains in midsummer, and the heat of thousands of miles suddenly disappears, leaving only the green hills hazy; When the autumn rain comes, the alpine forest will be clearer and longer; It's raining in severe winter, and the cold wind is blowing raindrops, which adds a touch of warmth to the sunset glow. ...
In the early spring, the chill has not yet receded, and the rain is gently interpreted in the bluestone alley in the south of the Yangtze River. Holding a pot of fragrant teas, strolling through a pool of stagnant water, listening to the music of the rain hitting the tiles, watching the history on the wall being peeled off by the rain and splashed into the puddle, stirring up strings of pearls. The moss in the corner is stained with rain, telling the homesickness of the wanderer. Here, rain is melancholy.
In midsummer, a rising tide lifts all boats, and mountains and seas are magnificent. From time to time, several heavy rains baptized the dry land. Standing on the top of the green hill, watching the rain hit the mountain forest, the spring stream suddenly turned into a quiet river. Accompanied by the light smoke from the trees, the mountain forest was suddenly surrounded by a bunch of leisurely steam, and the smell of earth was intoxicating. Rain falls in the long river, and a series of rapid ripples are born, wrapping the vastness of mountains and seas and spreading far away ... Here, the rain is magnificent.
Late autumn, the cold wind is bleak. On the high earth, there is an empty wind from time to time. Inadvertently, a cloud covered the sun and a cold rain began to brew. Finally, outside the window, the wind rustled and the rain fell on the tall ginkgo tree. The yellowed fan blades couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground with the wind and rain. The wet earth was suddenly covered with a golden carpet, and the rain was obliquely woven and hit the trees, splashing layers of water. Here, the rain is slow.
In the cold season, thousands of miles are frozen. It is lucky to have rain at this time. The rain swept away the dryness of the past, leaving only moist air. Winter nights are long and boring. I like to watch the rain curtain illuminated by lights and fall asleep quietly. The rain here is very warm.
Disappointed, majestic, depressed and warm, it baptizes the earth and moistens the air, and the four seasons have their own advantages. This is rain, my favorite rain. It's good to rain!
It's good to rain. Composition 5: It's nice to rain.
The high temperature for several days in a row makes people breathless. The sun is burning, burning the earth. Young seedlings can't lift their heads, willow leaves roll, and small flowers close their petals, afraid to show their faces. The lake is boiling like a pot. Small fish also dived into the bottom of the lake and dared not come out. After dinner, people fan their fans to enjoy the cool, but they are still sweating, and some hide in air-conditioned rooms and stay indoors.
Suddenly, the wind came, the clouds turned black, thunder and lightning flashed, and Grandpa Lei came. Wow! Wow! Wow! It rained happily. Thick raindrops hit the glass window, crackling, crisp and pleasant, much like a wonderful movement! The ground was splashed with water and the path became a stream.
The air is particularly fresh after the rain, and the fragrance of the soil is floating in the breeze. He Miao stood up and looked up, looking energetic. The floret unfolded its petals and revealed a smiling face. The temperature of the lake has also dropped, and small fish are swimming happily in the water. It makes people feel comfortable and energetic. They all said, "It's good to rain!" "
It's good to rain. Composition 6: It's good to rain.
I love rain, I love the majestic rain, I love the softness and freedom of rain. When raindrops swirl into the earth, I will be extremely excited.
On rainy days, I like to watch the splash of rain dripping on the lake. I like to listen to the crisp sound of raindrops hitting the earth. This is a symphony of nature. I like to smell the smell of soil soaked by rain.
When it rains, I can see patches of green blooming, I can hear the joyful cheers of farmers' uncles, and I can smell the smell of joy in the air.
Spring rain awakens all sleeping things, listens to the melody of spring and feels the free and easy style of spring rain.
Summer rain drove away the fatigue, saw the charm of summer and felt the unrestrained charm of summer rain.
Autumn rain nourishes everything, the harvest season, smells the fragrance of autumn and feels the pleasant demeanor of autumn rain.
Winter rain brings peace. Explore the peace in winter and feel the gentle breath of winter rain.
The rain in four seasons gives people different feelings. Of course, I also love the vagaries of rain, and I love the rain that comes and goes freely.
Rain, like a lovely spirit, spreads happiness all over the world and brings vitality to the earth.
People! Please come out in rainy days, feel the melody of nature and touch the touching notes.
Let's thank these raindrops for bringing happiness and harmony to the world.
The rain has stopped. Look, there is a bright rainbow in the sky, so dazzling and beautiful, engraved in everyone's heart.
Rain, because of you, I have a firm belief: I will continue to pursue my dream like you!
It is beautiful when it rains.
It's sunny when it rains!
On rainy days, birds are singing.
On rainy days, flowers are cheering.
It's raining. It's beautiful.
Rainy day, very good!
It's good to rain. Composition 7: It's good to rain.
Spring breeze, blowing gently, leaves people with infinite warmth; Mist, flickering, makes people feel very dreamy; The snow in winter falls lightly, making people feel delicate and smart. These are all beautiful, but I don't think they are as beautiful as rainy days.
I used to like rainy days, but I can't find the reason. I just liked them blindly and inexplicably until-
It rained again, and my depressed mood suddenly improved a lot. It seems that the ray of sunshine covered by clouds emerged from the clouds and shone into my heart. I stretched myself, got up and went to the window, looking at the photos of pedestrians and their colorful umbrellas. The weather forecast last night said it would rain today, but some people still didn't bring umbrellas. Here comes a girl dressed in fashion, walking in the rain without shelter, watching her get soaked. Suddenly, an old woman who didn't move very fast came over, raised her umbrella over the girl's head and walked into a shop with her. The conversation between them was unknown, and then she saw the girl smiling and watching her grandmother turn around and walk into the rain. All this is so tacit and beautiful! Oh, a man came and dropped something in a hurry. The man behind helped to pick it up and walked a few steps to return it to him. This warm episode makes people sigh: rainy days are really good!
Looking at the people running in the rain, my eyes are dim, and I can't help thinking that it is also a rainy day. I didn't bring an umbrella after school, and my parents couldn't pick me up. When I was in a hurry to do something, my best friend came running. I thought she would gloat first as usual, but she just held up her umbrella and hugged me tightly. We laughed and enjoyed the rain all the way. At that moment, I really felt so warm! It's sunny when it rains!
Rainy days washed away the dust of the earth, making the world look brand-new and sprouting a thriving green. Rain also washes people's hearts, making people nostalgic for long-lost feelings-that is love!
Rainy days make me feel a different kind of warmth; Rainy days let me understand true friendship; Rainy days make me realize the purity and beauty of my heart.
It's sunny when it rains!
It's good to rain. Composition 8: It's good to rain.
I forgot which article I read such a passage: a teenager's heart is a glass window. Although crystal clear, there are thick curtains hanging inside. People inside always look out with their heads out, trying to jump out of the window and break into the outside world; People outside always want to open the curtains, look inside and find out what's going on inside.
But this glass window seems to be an insurmountable iron wall.
In the first day of junior high school, the heavy study made me breathless and my temper became grumpy. My parents standing by are full of concern. The more so, the more uneasy I feel. There is already a thick glass window between us.
But that time ...
I held an umbrella and waited alone under the miserable and cold simple bus shelter, but the raindrops as big as beans were not resisted by this small umbrella. The wind blew the umbrella several times, and the rain fell on me and soaked my schoolbag, but I couldn't care about all this, just thinking: why hasn't mom come yet?
School is almost an hour away.
It rained harder and harder, and the raindrops fell into the soil, forming a pool of mud. There are small umbrella flowers in the street during the rainstorm, but none of them belong to my mother. The sound of rain, shouts, cars and mud seems to be mixed between heaven and earth, messy and vague. I feel very cold, cold to the heart and lungs. But mom still didn't come. Could something have happened? I'm a little worried.
Life is not as good as before recently. My parents are in danger of being fired. I am so busy at home that I don't have much time to pay attention to the senior high school entrance examination. My parents just asked me a few simple questions by chance. They can't read my mind. Alas! This rain, your rain, rain ...
I don't know how long it took. Just when I wanted to break into the rain curtain and go home in the rain, a word clearly came out of the rain curtain. Although the rain is noisy, this clear sentence is as kind as it comes to my mind-"son, mom is coming." I seem to wake up from my sleep, and I can't help but rush to the vague and familiar figure in the rain, and plunge into my mother's arms, and my infinite sadness is immediately released. Mother held me tightly in her arms, and time seemed to stop with the solidification of air!
We've come a long way. My mother explained the reason for being late first, and then frankly told me some things that happened at home recently. I also expressed all my worries.
We haven't talked like this for a long time. During the conversation, we talked about each other's inner feelings and I began to understand my mother. I feel that my mother is getting to understand me.
The wind stopped, the rainstorm ended, the sun smiled again, and the glass windows of two generations were melted by the sunset after the rain. The sun fades away in the distance and disappears into a sunset glow. The two are integrated and there is no distance.
On this rainy day, I removed the glass between my mother and me and saw each other clearly.
I want to thank this rainy day, because I understand my mother.
It's sunny when it rains!