1. Articles describing cloudy days
Autumn Rain
Author: Zhang Ailing
Rain is like silver-gray sticky spider silk, Woven into a gentle net, the entire autumn world is covered. The sky is also dark, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs. The gray-white clouds piled in the sky are like white powder peeling off the roof. Under this ancient roof, everything is extremely dull. The green pomegranates, mulberry trees, and grapevines in the garden only represent the prosperity of the past midsummer. Now they have become the relics of ancient Roman architecture, shivering in the sound of rain, recalling the glorious past. The color of the grass has turned into a melancholy yellow, and there are no fresh flowers to be found underground. The delicate daffodils planted outside the dormitory wall lowered their heads, with tears in their eyes, sighing at their misfortune. Only two days have passed. A beautiful sunny day is met with such a bad and rainy day. Only the sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner has a few tender stamens as precious as gold, carefully hidden under the green oval leaves, revealing a little hope of new life sprouting.
The rain fell quietly, with only a thin pattering sound. The orange-red houses look like old monks wearing bright cassocks, with their heads lowered and eyes closed, being baptized by the rain. The damp red bricks, emitting the color of poisonous pig blood, are in sharp contrast with the green osmanthus leaves under the wall. A gray toad jumped around in the wet, moldy mud; underneath the dull net of the autumn rain, it was the only thing full of joy and vitality. The gray and yellow mottled patterns on its back correspond to the dull sky, creating a harmonious tone. It jumped up and down from the grass nest into the mud, splashing dark green water.
The rain is like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaving into a soft net that covers the entire autumn world.
2. Describe the composition of a cloudy day in fifty words.
1. It will be very comfortable to run on a cloudy day. The wind blows in your face. This natural wind is stronger than that blown by an electric fan. The wind is ten times more bearable, so on a cloudy day, whenever a boy pisses me off, I won't just scare them like usual and chase them back after a step or two, but I will fight them to the end.
2. The cloudy day was gloomy all day long. The sun was deeply hidden by the clouds. The color of the sky changed from the previous blue color to as if it had been soaked in a dirty rag. Watery color.
3. It is also a bad girl on rainy days. Whenever she comes, it will always remind people of many unforgettable past events and those short-lived moments, like scenes in a movie. Playing back, there is a mix of joy and sadness. It's past, but you can't come back.
4. Although the rainy day is lingering and makes people have infinite reveries, walking in the misty rain and fog makes people unbearable on the muddy road, and sitting in the house watching the rain outside the window in the gray sky Falling like silk often fills the heart with unreasonable melancholy. It seems that the rain not only wets the ground, but also wets the heart. Therefore, the lingering feeling of the rainy day is a little more melancholy!
5. In the distance, there seems to be the outline of a mountain. Everything in the old city slowly expanded as it moved further and further away, and finally gathered - weathered - and gradually disappeared, stopping in the form of floating dust in this gray space. After that, it settled little by little - the dust settled, discovered, and settled. What comes out is the same gray color that belongs to the historical past.
6. On a cloudy day, even if you do four sets of radio gymnastics, you won’t feel too hot. No matter how hard you dance, you won’t sweat like rain and your clothes will all be wet and sticky. Body 3. Paragraph describing a cloudy day
The dark clouds in the sky are dancing, and they can no longer hold back the mood that is about to be released. People on the ground are facing a darkening, gloomy and depressing sky. Cloudy days are always There was a feeling of loss, and the mood sank accordingly. Cloudy days are a good time for people to think quietly. Cloudy days always indicate that it is going to rain. After a while, rain fell from the sky, breaking the dullness, as if All tragedies happen on rainy days, so people are destined to always feel lost on rainy days; I don’t like cloudy days. This feeling makes me feel lonely and lost, as if a lively party has just ended. On cloudy days, I always I think about many things, but the more I think about it, the sadder I feel. Only when the heavy rain comes, go out, let the rain hit your face and body, and enjoy the charm of the dark clouds being released, can your heart be released as well.
It’s cloudy again. Dalian has not seen the sun for a long time. It seems to be the rainy season in the south. It always rains non-stop, light rain, and patter. It’s really a mess after cutting constantly! I like this kind of weather, a little rain, just enough that I don’t need to hold an umbrella, just like this, like fog and rain, cool, coupled with the overcast weather and bursts of cool breeze, it is very comfortable and refreshing.
Sometimes I always spend my time in a state of confusion, sometimes I am very happy, sometimes I am very sad, just like the sky outside, maybe it is because of the cloudy sky, I feel a little sad, as if I have been Isolated from the world, I am alone, lonely and helpless. I wanted to catch someone, even if I was just talking, but when I said, "I'm so busy," I realized that I was the only one who was bored.
Wandering around the Internet and opening "Daddy-Long-Legs" is even more boring.
I found an article that was well written and very touching. "There will be angels who will love you for me." It was even more sad. Are there really angels? It was a cloudy day, and I was in a gloomy mood. When I read Wang Anyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow", I spent a lot of time introducing the environment in the first part, which was delicate and hazy. The section describing pigeons suddenly reminded me of the hackberry tree and white birch. In the sentence in the forest, "The sky is still hazy, there are still pigeons flying, who will prove the love and life without tombstones." In "Long", the pigeons are like witnesses of old Shanghai, precipitating its era. Unique hesitation. Suitable for viewing in such weather, fighting fire with fire! It's always good to be remembered when you receive a NetEase Christmas card. Today is another dark day, it's rainy outside. I'm afraid of such weather, it will awaken the bad mood that scares me. Sad memories and chaotic thoughts will Together, the sweet memories will be driven into the deepest corner of my heart. After working overtime, I will sit down and be in a daze. There is no sound equipment to relax in the room. So, when I sing, my voice will sound low and out of tune. , I sang casually but listened carefully. I found myself ridiculously nervous! Originally, the purpose of living in a single room was to read and study quietly alone, but it has been a long time since we moved here and we haven’t touched the books. How great it would be if we could get back to the old school self! As a class study committee member, I always warn myself to study hard and not fall behind or lose face. But looking at myself now, I feel like I am possessed by a devil and I can’t help myself. Suddenly I feel that what I present to the world every day is not real. The self is a walking corpse without a soul, a heartless body. Why don't you donate this body of flesh? Maybe that can comfort the sincere guilt. I asked myself over and over again. It's really hard to love someone today. I can't see her smiling face. It's another cloudy day. My expectations have not changed. I hope that one day in the future you can be by my side and see the home I weaved. But now you can't see that everything I have done for you has turned into your tasteless smile. My sky has turned cloudy. I can no longer look at that blue sky. I don’t know what I did wrong. You ignored me. You are the color of my sky. You know I can’t lose you. But you don’t care. My sky is still cloudy. I want to go back to my blue sky, but I am too attached to you and can’t bear to leave. Can you give me my blue sky? Give me the happiness I want, okay? Tell me you will always be by my side, okay? On cloudy days, I pray before it rains. I hope you can see the cloudy days. I hope you can drive away the dark clouds for me. On cloudy days, I am by your side and impress the dark sky with my smile. It is another gloomy day. Everything is like a play. In the end, Find ourselves spinning in circles.
In the early morning, I walked to the crossroads again and started my busy day. Yes, the busy days have begun again. Sometimes we find that our life is repetition, and life is extended in repetition without end.
Have I changed? Why don’t you want to say a lot of things? Facing many questions in life, I just smile lightly without explaining or struggling. I don’t want to tell anymore, don’t want to explain anymore, is this who I am today? Maybe, that is a state.
I suddenly realized that I had buried myself. I remember telling my friends in the volunteer group yesterday: I will continue to stay in my heart and use what I have learned to help people in need. Because I wrote something in my diary yesterday: "Winter is approaching and the weather is cold. Are you okay? Are you warm? Do you miss me?" This made my friends curious: Lin'er, who do you love? Who will you miss? Haha, what I love is the person I love, and what I think about is the person I think about.
Time can always give people the best answers to questions. Many times, words are powerless. Powerless words do not need to be said too much. Gradually we get used to not expressing ourselves anymore, time will present everything in front of us.
Looking at the gloomy sky, I smiled, hoping to impress the gloomy sky with my smile. 4. 200-word description of the environment on a rainy day
Jiangnan, misty and rainy. The alleys flow quietly through the small town, interpreting the people and things in the small town with their elegant gestures.
The low houses are paved with dark black tiles. Some grass grew from nowhere between the gaps. It was a small, inconspicuous but quiet plant, waiting for the rain to come. When it rains, water falls from the gaps, forming a string of wind chimes. I would deliberately walk under the eaves and enjoy the feeling of raindrops falling above my head. One after another, it seemed like a trembling spring.
The slightest rain of flowers, the faint fragrance, the smear of sunlight, and the quiet mood of the trees all make the most beautiful flowers bloom on this sunny day after the rain.
On the lips and teeth of the lotus, the deep red color that can only be diffused by rain shines brightly on the whole world. Because I love lotus, I want the rain to cut my icy loneliness with sharp weapons. At this time, I would sit by the lotus pond and watch the lotus leaves and flowers cuddling together. The loneliness would be like evaporated water without a trace. The whispering of the lotus in the rain has long been fixed in my eyes as an unparalleled tenderness, but the rain doubted the gracefulness of the lotus and stretched out its tail to pat it. The lotus leaf has always become a sacred object that holds the sky high, blocking the rain's attack with its body. Someone once said: "The lotus leaf is the mother of the lotus." Yes, that's true.
Otherwise, how could there be Ye's little care and careful care?
All of this dispersed into a watercolor in the rain, touching the mother's heart.
The lake is like a mirror, reflecting countless sunlight. But when the rain came, it kept shaking its body, as if nervous and excited. Under the sting of the raindrops, the lake gave out joyous shouts one after another, which kept shaking my heart. After a while, the raindrops turned into rain hammers, hitting the lake's heart heavily. I asked the lake: "Does it hurt?" "It doesn't hurt, just like touching." Oh, I understand, rain is the soul of water, the purest and cleanest river in the world. All of this is in the realm of "smoke cage, cold water, moon cage and sand" in the rain. Suddenly I wanted to hold an umbrella and dance on the street with raindrops spinning around. Then throw away the umbrella in the middle of the street, let the rain soak into the soul, resurrect the dead heart, and say: "Rainy days are so good!"
I have seen light rain like silver needles, and thunder and lightning. There have been thunderstorms, but I have never seen rain in the past few days.
When I woke up from a long nap, I heard the sound of rain dripping outside the window. The glass windows were covered with water drops. very nice! A rainy day. My mood suddenly became very good. I like the cool and refreshing rain in summer, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. 5. 200-word description of the environment on a rainy day
Jiangnan, misty rain. The alleys flow quietly through the small town, interpreting the people and things in the small town with their elegant gestures.
The low houses are paved with dark black tiles. Some grass grew from nowhere between the gaps. It was a small, inconspicuous but quiet plant, waiting for the rain to come. When it rains, water falls from the gaps, forming a string of wind chimes. I would deliberately walk under the eaves and enjoy the feeling of raindrops falling above my head. One after another, it seemed like a trembling spring.
The slightest rain of flowers, the faint fragrance, the smear of sunlight, and the quiet mood of the trees all make the most beautiful flowers bloom on this sunny day after the rain.
On the lips and teeth of the lotus, the deep red color that can only be diffused by rain shines brightly on the whole world. Because I love lotus, I want the rain to cut my icy loneliness with sharp weapons. At this time, I would sit by the lotus pond and watch the lotus leaves and flowers cuddling together. The loneliness would be like evaporated water without a trace. The whispering of the lotus in the rain has long been fixed in my eyes as an unparalleled tenderness, but the rain doubted the gracefulness of the lotus and stretched out its tail to pat it. The lotus leaf has always become a sacred object that holds the sky high, blocking the rain's attack with its body. Someone once said: "The lotus leaf is the mother of the lotus." Yes, that's true. Otherwise, how could there be Ye's little care and careful care?
All of this dispersed into a watercolor in the rain, touching the mother's heart.
The lake is like a mirror, reflecting countless sunlight. But when the rain came, it kept shaking its body, as if nervous and excited. Under the sting of the raindrops, the lake gave out joyous shouts one after another, which kept shaking my heart. After a while, the raindrops turned into rain hammers, hitting the lake's heart heavily. I asked the lake: "Does it hurt?" "It doesn't hurt, just like touching." Oh, I understand, rain is the soul of water, the purest and cleanest river in the world. All of this is in the realm of "smoke cage, cold water, moon cage and sand" in the rain. Suddenly I wanted to hold an umbrella and dance on the street with raindrops spinning around. Then throw away the umbrella in the middle of the street, let the rain soak into the soul, resurrect the dead heart, and say: "Rainy days are so good!"
I have seen light rain like silver needles, and thunder and lightning. There have been thunderstorms, but I have never seen rain in the past few days.
When I woke up from a long nap, I heard the sound of rain dripping outside the window. The glass windows were covered with water drops. very nice! A rainy day.
My mood suddenly became very good. I like the cool and refreshing rain in summer, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.