Yu's composition is 600 words.

Write a rain composition in 600 words 1 It was too hot last night and I didn't sleep well. My mother woke me up at half past six in the morning. Even if it's hot in summer, it's always cool in the morning exhibition, but this morning is a bit suffocating. I rubbed my eyes and went out. I heard my mother talking to herself in the kitchen: "It's so hot, what terrible weather! It looks like rain. " Is it going to rain? I ran to the door and looked up at the sky. Yes, a thick gray cloud covered the sky tightly. The rain stopped and my heart was filled with joy. At about 10 in the morning, it was dark and there was no wind. I had to go out of the house, only to see the ants under the eaves lined up in a black line, busy moving food to the heights; Dark clouds rolled in the sky, as if to be crushed. A heavy rain is coming soon, rain, rain! For more than a week, young trees and grass have been dying in the scorching sun, and rice fields lacking water have also opened their mouths. They are all eager to rain soon. At first, the rain was like someone feeding chickens with corn, "Wow-",leaving watermarks the size of copper coins on the ground and tiles. In an instant, the watermark disappeared. After a while, the rain poured down like a barn. "It's raining!" "It's raining!" Neighbor's children ran into the street, spreading their hands in the rain, drilling and laughing ... The rain gradually became dense, and the children's hair was soaked. They ran home with their heads in their arms, ran into the house and leaned against the door to look out. After a while, the water under the eaves also "dripped ..." More, pulled into a stream. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and a layer of white rain fog splashes on the roof and streets, just like an ethereal plain yarn. I don't know where the wind is hiding in the heat, but it is also blowing violently. "Plain yarn" drifted away, and the rain fell obliquely on the accumulated water in the street, splashing. I looked at all this and found it strange and interesting. It rained for a long time, and it began to light up, and the room was no longer stuffy. The banana tree outside my window not only drank enough water, but also took a bath happily. When the tiles are drunk enough, let the rain "splash". At noon, the room was already very cold, but the heavy rain continued and kept falling. Rain is the source of all living things. In the rain, everything lives freely and happily, dancing with its own melody. In spring, it rains in Mao Mao. Those water droplets, layer by layer, are like thin fog. Rain and fog have cast a mysterious veil on the earth, and the uncovered earth has taken on a brand-new look. Because of the spring rain, all living things grow rapidly in her gentle touch. I like the scenery of the spring rain, and I also love the good mood she conveyed to me. In summer, the wind is fierce and the rain is warm. The wind uses its magic to send rain where it is needed. Xia Yu is a man, as if he doesn't want to be a soft egg bullied by others. He threw out all his anger and fought a decisive battle with the wind. Wind and rain argue with each other, and no one will let anyone. Finally, the rain won and the wind withdrew from the summer stage. And rain, the final winner, seems to have exhausted all its strength, from heavy rain to drizzle. I also like the warm rain in summer, and I like to watch it compete with the wind again and again, and at the same time douse the summer heat. In autumn, the drizzle makes people feel chilly. Autumn rain is no longer that beautiful girl, but has become a mature girl. "It doesn't rain very much in autumn, and it won't rain too much, giving people a cool feeling and making people feel moved by the scene. Autumn rain is a charming poem that makes people feel sad and lonely. " This description expresses the growth of all living things, people's expectations, and all kinds of joys and sorrows in the world. I like autumn rain, and I also like to write her little poems. Winter, the coldest season of the year. Rain will quit the stage of the four seasons, leaving a trail of footprints in people's hearts. It rains very little in winter. If it doesn't, it seems to be joking with people. It stopped when people rushed into the house. Winter rain has a fragrance, which can cheer people up and make people in a hurry calm down and stop to take a deep breath. I love winter rain, which makes me calm and meticulous. Rain is a miracle given to us by nature, because it can penetrate into our hearts in various ways and nourish our inner seedlings to grow sturdily. Write a 600-word rain composition 3 and listen to the sound of "falling" outside the window; Look, the hazy scenery outside the window; Smell, a faint damp smell outside the window. Everything has disappeared. I only have eyes for you. I only care about you. I only care about you, from small to large, remember you all year round, look at you and care about you. In spring, when new seedlings are sprouting and flowers are in bud, everything seems so harmonious and peaceful. At this time, a few drops of rain appeared in my eyes. Yes, that's you. I opened the window in surprise, closed my eyes and enjoyed it. It's so hard and busy to let you slide across my cheek and watch you moisten Miao Er. You are a part of my life. I only care about you, from small to large, remember you all year round, look at you and care about you. In summer, the original new seedlings have grown into green leaves, and the original buds are blooming petals, so beautiful and charming. There was only one thunder that day, and then it rained cats and dogs, and you went through the window again. I opened the window, watching a dying tree drink you, watching withered flowers suck you, and finally I couldn't help rushing into the heavy rain and enjoying the happiness you brought me. You brushed my cheek, and my heart changed. I want to know whether you enjoy the pleasure of benefiting mankind as I do. You are a part of my life. I only care about you, from small to large, remember you all year round, look at you and care about you. Autumn is a good season for fruit harvest. The sorghum bent down and the apple blushed with laughter. This is a slowly falling rain, adding a color to the autumn. I watched you leisurely fall on the farmer's face, and the farmer was very happy. I am dancing with you. How happy I am, aren't you? You are a part of my life. I only care about you, from small to large, remember you all year round, look at you and care about you. In winter, everything is quiet, so quiet, so quiet, but you came to help. I was bored enough to open the window, and you just fell from the sky like an angel? Like an elf? You added a string of melodies this winter. I stood quietly in the snow, watching you brush my cheek. I'm so happy. You are a part of my life. Your enthusiasm and hard work attract me, and your simplicity attracts me. No matter before, now and in the future, I only care about you. Today is my birthday. Unfortunately, the weather was bad, and it began to rain in Mao Mao. Looking at the velvet rain, I can't help thinking of the rain in my hometown. Have you ever seen yarn? Whenever it rains in my hometown, it is the most common one. Thousands of raindrops leap from the embrace of clouds in an orderly way, and the rain all over the sky seems to be a yarn carefully woven by the sky for the earth. When we were young, we liked to run under the gauze rain, so that we could wash away our fatigue and get refreshing coolness. There is no shortage of bean rain in my hometown. Bang, bang, bang!' Bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, gently washing the dust on leaves and grass stems. After the bean rain, this land is often a new green. The grass is more and more vibrant, and the leaves are shining. Every time it rains, the old people in the village always caress the gray goatee with one hand and hold the wooden crutch with the other, and say with a smile, "Alas, Mother Sky is criticizing Baby Cloud again! Look, it's crying, so sad! " At this time, the children in the village will always rush to tell each other: "Hey, Yunbao is crying again! I heard that tears are salty, let's try it! " The result is naturally caught in the rain. I remember two girls in the west of the village who got up in the middle of the night and stood in the rain all night in order to taste the tears of the clouds. It was not until the next day that her mother called her back to her room. I secretly asked the second girl, "What's the smell of rain?" "Cold, astringent!" The two girls caressed their wet hair seriously. I like crystal flower rain best. After every typhoon, the first rain falls, which we call crystal flower rain. Rain flowers usually fall from the air, and inevitably they will be contaminated with a little dust. But just after the typhoon, the whole land was washed, there was almost no dust in the air, and the rain flower was pure. Not a trace of impurities. Especially when the smiling face of the sun is half exposed on the horizon, the crystal rain is particularly beautiful. Crystal clear rain flower is dotted with colorful glow, sparkling. I often move a small bench, sit under the eaves and enjoy the gifts of nature. While listening to my parents, I said, "Once upon a time, the crystal flower rain was the first dew condensation of every flower in the Baihua Fairy Garden in the sky. One day, Dew began to explore the world curiously. So, after the typhoon, this purest moment jumped down one after another. This is the crystal flower rain. " The rain gradually stopped, but my thoughts were still immersed in the strange and unique rain in my hometown. Write a rain composition 600 words 5 raindrops, drop by drop. Sparkling raindrops are like silk threads sprinkled on the earth by the sky, so clean and soft. When a gust of wind blows, these silk threads turn into naughty elves. They don't want to fall down so soon. They spin and fly, sometimes they get into my hair, and sometimes they stop in my palm. When I was really amused by them, the wind passed, and the elves turned into glittering silk thread, which passed in an instant. Raindrops, falling more and more. Unconsciously, more silk thread spilled down and gradually became longer and thicker. I felt my hair and shoulders wet, so I had to hold up an umbrella. Under the umbrella, I listened to the sound of rain falling on the umbrella, "bang, bang, bang", sometimes orderly, sometimes disorderly. I don't know when the heavy rain began to pour down. Some pedestrians in the street hurried home with umbrellas, while others ran to hide from the rain. The rain gathered into a small pond on the side of the road, and the street lamps on the side of the road seemed to appreciate their reflection in the pond. The rain is raining "wow, wow, wow", and the concerto of nature has entered the most magnificent movement. The heavy rain washed the earth, and all the dirty and disgusting things had nowhere to hide. In the heavy rain, I feel cleaner now. The rain is getting smaller and smaller. The sound of raindrops falling on the umbrella became clearer and more obvious, and it was still the orderly and sometimes disorderly sound at that time. But at this time, I didn't think of the dancer's footsteps, but it reminded me of my childhood-when I was a child, waiting for my parents to come home on a rainy day, the feeling of anxiety and depression haunted me again, which I couldn't forget for a long time. The rain has stopped. Put away the umbrella in my hand, and the fresh air and the fragrance of the earth came to my face after the rain, which made me relaxed and happy. Looking up at the sky, I didn't see the rainbow I expected, but I felt that the sky was more transparent, as if filled with new hope. After the rain, the faint sunshine sprinkled on the earth, and the softness and beauty of the sunshine gave me unexpected surprises. Everything is so fresh and beautiful after the rain. I love rain, love the perfection of rain, love the artistic conception created by rain, and love the hope bred after rain. Writing a composition in the rain 600 words 6 Brother Feng dashed left and right, shaking grandpa and uncle dizzy. The leaves rustle, like a lullaby, calling all the small animals to go home and gradually fall asleep. The valley suddenly became very quiet, leaving only the voices of Brother Feng and Grandpa Tree. Listen, who joined this wonderful music, "sand, sand, sand …". Originally, my sister Sang Yu sang her beautiful ditty. Countless raindrops hit the leaves, the stones and the grass, as if accompanying Sister Yu. I reached out of the window and touched the heartbeat of the rain. A refreshing coolness suddenly purified all the thoughts in my mind. Suddenly, the harmonious music was broken. Who is it? It turned out that my father-in-law Lei played the big drum and made a "rumble, rumble" sound. Sister Yu Can couldn't wait to sing her high notes. The earth suddenly lights up and becomes full of vitality. The rain falls like a broken pearl. It's raining harder and harder, and soon it's like a downpour. Look at the rain in the sky, it's really like a waterfall! Back, eyes closed, tasting the little drops of rain, I suddenly felt as if I had grown a lot under the rain. The rain gradually stopped, and the whole land took on a new look. Everything has been turned green by this rain, how fresh and comfortable it is! Birds are singing, as if pouring out the joy after the rain; Small fish scrambled to stick their heads out of the water and breathe the fresh air after the rain; Small earthworms come out of the soil and roll comfortably; Sister Liu invited Brother Feng to help her blow dry her combed hair. The sky has also been washed bluer, like a sapphire ... gradually, gradually, the earth has returned to its usual calm. I walked along the stone road, quietly relishing the wonderful melody. The rain is still humming and singing softly, and my heart is particularly comfortable. I think my future life will be as full of hope and fantasy as this rain. Write a composition about rain 600 words 7 Spring rain is silent. A cool breeze blew gently, gently and slowly. I don't know when the silky spring rain comes gently. It is light and thin. I can't hear the muddy sound mixed in it, and I can't feel the dripping rain. It just feels like a cool cloud, with no shape and only a faint fragrance. The spring rain is colorful again. The willows by the river have sprouted new branches, covered with drizzle, green and emitting the breath of spring. In the misty rain in March, the newly opened peach blossom cage exudes a layer of moist red mist 1 and this misty green. This mass of red mist is really like watercolor just dripping on paper, slowly infiltrating, hazy and ethereal. In summer, every time before the heavy rain comes, I will have a kind of depression coming out of my heart. However, when the long-awaited rain comes, it will turn sultry into cool; Turn melancholy into comfort. When I was a child, when my mother was not at home, I would invite some friends to play and frolic in the rain. At this time, the small trees in the flower bed were dyed greener by the rain, and the colorful flowers were like a crystal of water, crystal clear and dazzling. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops the size of beans in the air gather into a waterfall, flowing thousands of miles. A gust of wind blows, and the rain as dense as a waterfall is blown like smoke, fog and dust ... The intermittent autumn rain keeps falling, like a silent hero, magically turning everything in the world into gold and shining. She is a kind mother who weaves golden silk clothes for the earth with her own "hands" and puts them on big trees and small trees. It is glittering and beautiful beyond words. As a result, there are countless tender feelings between heaven and earth, shaking gently, the sound of rain is getting farther and farther, disappearing at the end of the blue sky ... bean-sized raindrops are mixed with snowflakes from time to time. Its appearance makes us a little scared. Because it is the messenger of winter, how cold will it be in the coming winter? Although winter rain is not as popular as spring rain, it can give wintersweet new life. As the saying goes, "plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold", and it needs cold rain to temper itself. Only in this way can the fragrance spread thousands of miles. Four seasons of rain-mystery. Bring infinite reverie and make my childhood full of fun. Rain-I like you, and I will never, never forget the happiness you brought me and the good times of my childhood ... Rain is gentle and violent, and she is changeable. It was so hot that we all complained and wanted to take off our clothes. The whole class cried and wished the rain would come down quickly. Suddenly, the sky darkened a little. When I saw it, it turned out to be raining. We shouted in surprise: "It's raining! It's raining! " We all have no idea in class, and we all want to run out and have fun. Knock, knock, knock. Finally, the class was over and we rushed out. Now we all want to get soaked. I spread my arms and enjoyed myself. The cool rain moistens the whole body. Rain gently soaks our whole body and helps us relieve the heat, as if to say, "heat, I will kill you!" " "When I came back, I thought," What a timely rain! It feels good to be cool when it rains! "This time, it rained very hard. Early in the morning, it was getting dark, and I knew a storm was coming. I have prepared a raincoat, rain boots, waterproof gloves and all my equipment. I put on my schoolbag, said goodbye to my mother and set off for school. As soon as I got to the school gate, I started running as soon as I got off the bus. Fortunately, I arrived at the door of the classroom. It rained as soon as I entered the door. Oh, I'm fine. I'm almost soaked. I thought about it and sighed. Some of the new students didn't bring raincoats, showing panic, and quickly asked other students if they had any extra raincoats. I saw it and said to my classmates who didn't bring it, "Next time, be sure to bring it. We don't need to bring more. " They nodded repeatedly, and finally, they made faces at me. After school, I had to put on my raincoat and walk out of the teaching building. Soybean-like rain fell like an arrow and hit me. There was chaos around, and everyone was complaining that the rain had come at a bad time. I ran to dad's car. At this time, my hair is like washing my head, and my feet are soaked by rain. When I took off my shoes, I saw there was still water inside! If it rains like this every day, don't you have to wear shoes? The spring rain restored the vitality of the earth in the past, and the summer rain eliminated the heat for people. Sometimes the rain is mild, and sometimes it is violent. Anyway, I like her so much!