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When I was a child, I lived under a tile-roofed house. Whenever it rained, I could hear the intermittent and mournful sound of rain. When I grow up, I live in a reinforced concrete forest, and I can't hear the sound of rain. It seems that life lacks a lot of aura, something that can make people feel soft and weak, and my heart is slowly desertification.
So I miss the rain in the tile house.
Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings. And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound. People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When the rain is sudden, the sound is generous and violent, just like hundreds of horses singing together, Malik gallops. As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. These tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection.
People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret. The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers."
Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes.
In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain. It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time. It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion.
Oh, what I met in the rain was the self separated from time and space, and it was telling me everything before. I hesitated. I asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me?
There is a saying: "Young people listen to singing on the rainy floor, and the red candle is faint." In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. "Different life situations make people feel different when listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the flow of true feelings and listening to the flow of years. In addition to the echo of the years, the sound of rain also brings regrets of the past and melancholy that I want to talk about again. It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue.
The rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat. ...
2. Composition describing the sound of rain In this noisy city, it is a great enjoyment to sit down and listen to the sound of rain.
With its busy hands, the city takes pictures of people who are in a hurry and sticks them on the streets of the city. How many people in a hurry can have leisure to listen to the rain?
I think the sound of rain is different in every part of the world. As long as it is not a storm, the sound of rain is like light music. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River should be the most beautiful in summer. Rain hits the lotus leaf, like a melody played by a guzheng, as clear as pearls. The ends of the earth, like the music played by flute, rain hits banana, and sadness contains sadness and beauty.
The rain in Chengdu this season is actually very gentle. She always floats gently at night, rustling like a nightingale. It is always overnight that the city is moistened by spring rain, birds fly and grass grows. Get up early, but it is still raining. You will see many bicycles with bright flowers in the back seat, sitting in rocking chairs in front of the window. Open the book and listen to the rain. It's like outside the window.
Listen to the rain through the window, pass through the rain and fog, put on a silver rain curtain, and tie homesickness to the dripping branches and hang them on the tips of green leaves.
The rain in my hometown is gentle. It will suddenly come and moisten your dusty heart. Listening to the rain at night is like a lullaby sung by my mother. The rain curtain swept me across the roof of my hometown, and the tiles were connected one by one. The roof in the rain is as bright as silver ash, and the rain hits the pieces of blue tiles, like a girl's delicate hands plucking the strings and playing a graceful movement. Listen to the sound of rain. At first, the tile roof rattled intermittently and tinkled like a mountain spring. Then it rained like a drum. "Oops, oops, like pouring pearls of all sizes into a plate of jade" can also be used to describe the sound of rain. Slowly, the rain is as light as a trickle, dripping along the eaves, and thousands of pearls fly down the green slate. The sound of falling rain, like the sound of a girl tapping on a xylophone, is deep in my heart. The sound of ancient music, such as mother's whispering words, always rings in my ears.
Rain in my hometown has a special feeling. She is my mother's kind call. In the rain, a red umbrella turned, and my mother walked down from the long bluestone board with an oil-paper umbrella. Young and delicate face, red umbrella, rain curtain, mother's kind face, shallow smile, a faint landscape painting that can't be erased. The red umbrella spins the falling raindrops, splashing the gentle rhythm. My mother's gentle tone and my carefree children's voice are as beautiful as nature. The most important thing is my mother's kind call of "It's raining, go home" in the rain, which broke the rain curtain and passed through decades of wind and frost, and stayed in the warmest place in my heart with the sound of rain. There is a faint homesickness in the rain.
There is no such rain in cities now, which is called "a city that will not leave when it comes", and towering buildings have replaced tile houses. There is no more beautiful sound of rain hitting the west window and dripping on the eaves. Although it rained lightly, it splashed on the concrete pavement. The sound is like a dull gong and drum, a little heavy and uneasy. I can relax, let the rain take me across to my hometown, listen to the rain of my childhood and miss my mother's words. This is really because I am deeply concerned. Listening to the rain, in your heart, you will be less impetuous and more comforted.
Listening to the rain, sitting quietly by the window, listening to the soft rain outside the window, the mood will be relieved. Rain will wash away the fatigue of flashy cities and your inner fatigue.
Listen to the rain ...
Write a composition about the sound of rain. One day in the summer vacation, people were caught off guard by a sudden rainstorm.
Many students in the cram school didn't bring rain gear, so they had to hide in front of the shop and wait for their families to pick them up. I am no exception. I called my mother anxiously. Who knows that my mother is still at work and my grandfather is not at home? "What should I do?" A big brother who lives in the same hospital passed me with an umbrella. He saw me standing uneasily and asked, "Little brother, do you want to go home?" I told him the situation, and he didn't hesitate to go home with me under an umbrella.
It's raining harder and harder, and the wind makes the umbrella bang. Brother holds an umbrella in one hand and helps me in the other.
When there is water on the road, he always walks in the water and lets me stand next to him. He kept tilting his umbrella to my side and almost got caught in the rain.
When I finally got home, I saw my brother soaked to the skin. I shouted, "Thank you!" "I couldn't help crying when I watched my eldest brother disappear in the heavy rain.
4. Describe the sound of rain. 500 words of rain, like thousands of magical fingers, like thousands of strings, pop up ever-changing sounds.
The spring rain is soft, the summer rain is rough, the autumn rain is desolate and the winter rain is cold; Due to the change of seasons, my mood is different. However, the color of rain is as beautiful as the sound of rain.
There are many excellent works describing rain in picture music and poetry. Line color and musical melody are ethereal and transparent.
The thin rain flower, like a floating fog, is white, kissing people's faces lightly and feeling itchy slightly; And gently wet the clothes. Umbrellas are like sails, floating and sinking in the rain; Also like big wings, the southeast and northwest are boundless, drifting around because of the wind.
Silent rain, silence is better than sound; Funny rain really makes people happy. You can wander outdoors without wearing a raincoat. Rain, like honey and wine, moistens your soul.
-This strange rain, this strange rain, is like a dream.
I remember the apricot blossom and spring rain in Jiangnan. Raindrops hit the awning, and there was the fragrance of pear blossoms in the rain. I remember the summer rain in the West Lake, full of vitality, and the lotus leaves all over the lake were beaten. I remember the autumn rain in Tianmu Mountain. The fog was locked and all the trees rustled. The pines and cypresses that hold up the sky are washed away by the rain, which makes them look particularly vigorous. I remember the winter rain in Fuchun River, like crying, and the smoke from huts on both sides of the river was gloomy, like a colored pencil drawing.
It's a drizzly and breezy night, suitable for reading poetry and prose. On a stormy night, horror supernatural novels are desirable. Otherwise, it is a pleasure to invite a few confidants, make a few cups of strong tea, buy a bag of peanuts and light a candle. Wind and rain are more suitable for pregnant women, who often suffer from insomnia; A sound of wind and rain seems to leave people and whisper.
That summer, my friends and I sat in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion. At that time, the water chestnut was ripe. On Lianchi Beach, the villagers were driving boats and busy picking. The white clouds in the sky and the egrets on the water set each other off. A sudden shower, Malik Pentium; Banping Mountain suddenly disappeared, and only the dense rain hung a bead curtain on Lianchi. In the shower, the boats that collect water chestnuts are still rocking leisurely. The people on the boat are even hemp fibers.
There is not much rainfall in the south of Taiwan Province Province. Especially in Kaohsiung, the dust is all over the sky; The branches and leaves are covered with dust, and after a shower, it is green and brand-new. Shoushan after the rain, enchanting overlooking the silent love; Silver scale water waves are also dyed green by green hills.
On the banks of the river, on the rows of cement columns, the porcelain covers of rows of street lamps are embedded between mountains and rivers like white jade balls, which vaguely shows the scenery of the West Lake.
"The head of the Spring Rain Building is eight feet high. When will you go back to Zhejiang Chao? "
That, that, the sound of rain? I don't understand. Did I write this? I don't know, just make do with it!
Write a composition about the sound of rain. One day in the summer vacation, people were caught off guard by a sudden rainstorm.
Many students in the cram school didn't bring rain gear, so they had to hide in front of the shop and wait for their families to pick them up. I am no exception. I called my mother anxiously. Who knows that my mother is still at work and my grandfather is not at home? "What should I do?" A big brother who lives in the same hospital passed me with an umbrella. He saw me standing uneasily and asked, "Little brother, do you want to go home?" I told him the situation, and he didn't hesitate to go home with me under an umbrella.
It's raining harder and harder, and the wind makes the umbrella bang. Brother holds an umbrella in one hand and helps me in the other. When there is water on the road, he always walks in the water and lets me stand next to him. He kept tilting his umbrella to my side and almost got caught in the rain.
When I finally got home, I saw my brother soaked to the skin. I shouted, "Thank you!" "I couldn't help crying when I watched my eldest brother disappear in the heavy rain.
6. Write a composition of more than 600 words with the title of Rain Sound. I have written this kind of topic.
But this is different. Ha ha.
There are many sounds in nature, and one of them must be unforgettable because it can remind you of the past? Is it because it makes you think? Or because it can enlighten your life? I like the sound of piano, violin and other musical instruments, which can make me relax and calm in beautiful music and wonderful fantasy. Like the "rustling" sound of the wind blowing everything, let me learn to feel nature with my heart and feel the unique tranquility of nature.
I like the sound of the river flowing, which can give people a light feeling. But what I like best is the sound of rain.
Someone once said that rain is a drop of tears shed by God's mercy on mankind, and it turns into rain when it flows into the world. Some people say that rain is a gift from heaven, and it will nourish everything on the earth. I like to go out to play and get caught in the rain on rainy days. Some people call me stupid, but I don't think so.
When it rains outside, I will stand in the rain without an umbrella or a raincoat, just stand quietly in the rain, listening and feeling with my eyes closed, and let the rain wash away my body. You must ask me what I heard. I hear the spirits singing happily in the rain, and I can feel them beside me, singing and dancing. Sometimes I can't help humming with them in my heart, and my hands and feet can't help moving, singing and dancing with the elves in the rain.
I heard the dialogue between the rain falling on the flowers and trees and the plants. I feel a kind of joy from the tone of plants, a kind of joy brought by the arrival of rain, which is from the heart and can't help it. I heard the dialogue between rain and plants. Just like a pair of old friends who haven't seen each other for years, they begin to communicate eagerly after a few simple greetings.
The rain told her about her experiences in the sky over the years and told her that she changed from water vapor to water droplets again and again. Caomu said that she has been reborn many times in the past few years.
The songs of the rain elves are getting smaller and smaller in the rain. When I opened my eyes, the rain had gradually become smaller and the dark clouds in the sky had slowly dispersed. The rain stopped and the sun came out again, reflecting a rainbow in the sky. The rain elves disappeared without a trace, leaving only a touch of freshness in the air.
I like rain, and I like listening to songs in the rain. When you are free, you can stand quietly in the rain and feel it.
I guess, after listening to it, you will love it-the sound of rain.
7. Excuse me, how to write the composition about the sudden sound of rain-following the wet mountain wind and the light clouds, the rain came gently and quietly. ...
First of all, I heard its voice, from the distant mountains and mountains, from the high hillside-
Sand, sand, sand ...
Like a song without words, it magically rises from all directions and gradually becomes clear and loud, from far and near, from far and near. ...
In the sound of rain, I remembered Li Shangyin's poem: "If you return to the pavilion leisurely, the pavilion will be too short. When the air cools, move the bamboo first and light it. Slightly promote high flying, slightly sparse fireflies ... "It seems to be written in my mood at the moment. Rain has turned every rock, leaf and green grass in this mountain into wonderful keys. The fluttering rain is countless dexterous and soft fingers, playing one elegant and imaginative ditty after another ... "This song should only be in the sky"!
The rain changed the color of the mountain forest. In the sun, the color levels of the mountain forest are almost unrecognizable, from dark green to emerald green, from light green to golden yellow, from red to fiery red. In the rain, all the colors melt in the dripping green, dazzling and transparent. This fresh green seems to flow in the rain and fog, into my eyes and into my heart. ...
The green in the rain is difficult to adjust on the painter's palette, but as long as you have seen the dripping green, it will be unforgettable. Memory is like a dry rice paper. This kind of green, with the light rain, quietly melted on the paper. ...
I left suddenly-I don't know when the rain stopped quietly. The wind also held its breath and the mountain suddenly became very quiet. In the distance, an unknown bird began to crow, as if to pour out the joy after bathing. In the distance, the rain beads condensed on the leaves continued to drip down, dripping into the small puddle on the side of the road, making an unusually crisp sound-
This is a text in primary school. Look at it.
In our daily life, we hear different sounds coming into our ears, such as birds chirping, cicadas chirping, frogs chirping, wind, rain and rushing water ... These sounds sometimes make people upset and sometimes make people feel sweet.
Among them, I like the sound of rain best, because it can tell me a good story and take me into the world of rain ... It's raining, and I sit quietly by the window, enjoying the melody of music. "Bang, bang" ... like an aunt telling the touching story of the Wenchuan earthquake "Hua, Hua" ... it's raining harder and harder, like many elves patting my window and clamoring to go home.
After a while, the rain gradually became smaller, and the rain under the eaves "ticked, ticked" and played a beautiful melody there like a note that was about to end. Gradually, there was no rain, and the earth returned to its usual calm.
I opened the window, quietly savoring the beautiful melody and feeling the narcissism in the melody.
9. Write a composition about how to write clouds in the wind and swim lightly in the air with the sound of rain as the topic. Gradually, the clouds became thick, heavy and gray. And I left her at this time and came here to give my life to the world. I landed lightly in Pu Tian, nourishing the fields, falling into the long river, interwoven with melodious songs, falling into the ocean and becoming water that will never disappear.
I am brave and fearless, accompanied by thunder, accompanied by the roar of the wind and thunder, I came to the land of the north and wrote my own symphony. I ran into the roof, splashing, hitting the window and banging. I am like a huge waterfall, sweeping the land in the north from the southeast. Thunder rumbled in the low clouds and accompanied me. Lightning sometimes cuts through the dark night sky with dazzling white light, reflecting that Tianhe is lying madly in the strong wind. I am beating the earth like a golden thread, and that figure is struggling in the rain. Although I am fearless, my life is very short, only for a short moment, and gradually I was conquered by the sun that just jumped out from behind the clouds.
I am soft and lingering, fascinated by the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. The mountains are near the water, pavilions and pavilions, the water is silent and the weeping willows are graceful. I can't wait to get rid of the shackles of clouds and enter the world in this painting to listen, appreciate and feel. Therefore, I am always gentle, continuous, dripping and hazy. People describe Jiangnan as misty rain between heaven and earth, with hazy scenery and hazy people.
After the rain cleared, Jiangnan, which I washed, appeared under the blue sky again, and became graceful, just like a beautiful woman who just came out, as clean as jasper, as lovely as orchid, and as graceful and affectionate. Oh, Jiangnan is so beautiful, do I also contribute?
There are no two identical leaves in the world, and so am I. I have different hearts, different personalities, different shapes and different voices, because I always come from different clouds in different winds.
10. The composition of the rain is how wonderful the sound of nature is, singing, laughter, thunder, wind, rain and sound. Listen, there are all kinds of sounds, such as kittens meowing, chickens chirping and frogs croaking. The sounds of nature are colorful and beautiful. As long as you like listening, as long as you have aesthetic ears, you can always hear the sound of nature.
I like listening to all kinds of sounds, but what I like best is the sound of rain. Rain brings inconvenience to travel. The weather is cloudy and the ground is wet. People come and go in a hurry, without birds and flowers, the sun is shining. Many people don't like rain very much. But if you calm down, look at the rain curtain, or walk in the rain, listen carefully and savor it carefully, you will feel very wonderful, breathe fresh and wash your mind.
The sound of light rain is wonderful. It is like a quiet little girl, quietly thrown in the fragrant night, silently nourishing the earth, nourishing everything and letting them absorb sweet nutrition, but you can't hear it unless you listen carefully. The drizzle dripped on the lotus leaf in the pond, making a crisp sound. "Ding Dong-Ding Dong" seems to be the opening of a beautiful concert, which is pleasant and yearning. The sound of people's joy, the sound of the breeze and the sound of the drizzle are mixed together, slightly, rustling and gentle, like the gentle touch of a mother's hand, and echoing in your ears like the gasps of sleep.
The moderate rain is not so gentle, but more brilliant. She drops on the earth to cool it down, like a sensible child and a beautiful fairy singing in the clouds, which makes people immersed in beautiful songs and linger. People in the rain are holding colorful umbrellas in their hands, and the road surface has merged into a colorful ocean. The crowd moved, came and went in a hurry, the rain rustled, the umbrella flowers floated and merged into a beautiful river. Children's shouts, adults' footsteps, car horns and rain are intertwined, like a beautiful symphony, intoxicating and fascinating.
The sound of heavy rain was sonorous, with lightning and thunder, and the rain poured down. At first, it was like a naughty child. When you weren't looking, he took his partner to "scratch" and suddenly attacked, which made you hard to prevent. Rain drops in different places, making different sounds, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, jingling into rhyme. People put on raincoats and rain gear in their hands and came and went in a hurry. Some of them got wet without rain gear. The horn of the car has become urgent, and people's shouts and swish of rain are intertwined, surging, magnificent, gripping and fascinating!
Ah, I like rain, and I prefer the sound in it.