Listening to the drizzle in Mao Mao outside the window, it seems that as long as you listen attentively, you can hear the extraordinary rain. Rain reminds me of many things, and I am listening with a memory. I heard that I seemed to be playing pictures of my childhood with the keys. Rain enveloped me in a world of auditory hallucinations.
The rain in the morning is cool and fragrant. Lying in bed, sleepy, I am still intoxicated by the rain into the valley of auditory hallucinations. In the valley, I heard birds singing, dew dripping and spring water ticking. Not only that, when you close your eyes and stop breathing for ten seconds, you can feel the sound of clouds fluttering. The beauty of the valley is like a fairyland, and the sound is like a beautiful song, which makes people "memorable"!
The rain at noon is the rain of memories. My friends and I stepped on the spray and played in the rain. I heard the sound of rain being trampled, and our laughter merged into the sound of rain, which was clearer and better. Whenever and wherever it rains, "beautiful music" will always accompany it.
The rain in the evening is the accompanying rain. It's time to relax after a hard day's work. Music can relax the body and mind, relieve fatigue, and listening to the rain can also make us feel comfortable. Quiet, quiet, quiet, calm yourself down, close your eyes, ears, and listen: tick-tock! Tick tock! Tick tock! Tick tock! Slowly and slowly fall into sweet and comfortable dreams, recalling memories, today and the past.
Listening to the rain is nothing more than a pleasure. It also makes me believe that living today will be better tomorrow.
There are many rhythms of rain, so let's savor it!
When the rain is fast, I think it's rock music, which makes people feel free to do whatever they want and has a strong sense of rhythm, reaching the realm of forgetting myself and enjoying the rain scene.
When it rains in the middle, I think it is modern music. Let the rain follow the footsteps of the times. Educate our days and let the rain sound everywhere.
In the dictionary, "listening" means receiving sound with ears, but I realize that we should not only receive sound with ears, but also feel and beautify the sound with our hearts. Maybe some people can't hear, but they can understand with their eyes. Maybe some of them can't see, but they have ears to listen and understand everything in the world through listening. Maybe he can't hear or see, but he also has a bright window in his heart, and he can always hear the wonderful "rain". Desire to get the most beautiful voice in the world, and influence everything that brings you with your heart!
Many people don't like rainy weather. In this weather, they will feel depressed and dull. Me neither. I like the rain so much. Every time it rains, I have an impulse to rush out and take a good shower.
I often personify rain as a naughty child. It sometimes falls down like a delicate and shy little girl. Sometimes it rains heavily, refreshing and tidy, like a little boy, which brings us different feelings.
I like rain and think it's amazing. It's like a strange gift from nature. Every time you come, it will give us a brand-new feeling. When it is too light to touch, it brings us a romantic and elegant quiet atmosphere; When it is wild, it can make our mood detached; When you are straightforward, let the smiling faces of the surrounding scenery shine. Feel the rain, we can learn a lot from the soul soaked in rain. When lightning strikes, the rain will always compete with them at all costs, and the spirit of not being afraid and daring to fight is worth learning; When it is weak and lingering, we can feel its quiet but not chaotic atmosphere, and everything is so orderly, just like an old man can still blend quietly and calmly in a flustered environment. Rain, that's it. Everything about it is the crystallization of wisdom, which brings us enlightenment.
Read the rain, savor it, and slowly appreciate the evaluation of rain since ancient times. The ancients said, "sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently" to praise the selflessness and preciousness of rain; There is also "going home, no wind and rain, no sunshine" to imply that rain can temper people's character; Nowadays, many people use rain to portray the tranquility and harmony of the environment, the girl holding an oil-paper umbrella in the rain lane, and the touching legends of the white snake in Jiang Nanyu and Xu Xian. Because of the rain, all this is so fresh and natural, so free and easy.
Love rain, a cry from the heart, a real idea. If I can, I would like to turn my tears into acacia rain. If I can, I would like to water my heart with rain; No regrets, no discouragement; Just like its pride and affection, I love it deeply.
If you like rain, you are not afraid to wait. Throughout the winter, I can still hug the rain, feel its coolness and hear its past sounds. Nothing will change, even when I get old, my feelings for rain will not change.
2. Writing a composition on a rainy day proves that I am so pure, and the car whistle stretches feebly ... I can no longer suppress my resentment and become slow and rhythmic. When will this nasty rain stop? I hid under the eaves and complained all the time, but I didn't think so in my heart. I'm blunt, continuous. Later, you helped me to comfort my future crying. He walked into the rain and looked at the sky. Suddenly, the door was knocked open by the rain. Still him. It turns out that rainy days are so beautiful, and a pair of eyes are more radiant under the rain-woven sky. The footsteps of the night are closer, so beautiful, tears in the sky, like a kind mother, listening attentively. The rain beat obliquely under the umbrella, so it hurried by, leaving a symphony of rain, and the rain became warm, especially at night. This is how friendship is established. Speaking of such a rainy day of friendship, there is sincere friendship: "On a rainy day, my hand is in front of my forehead, and the rain outside the umbrella seems to be no longer so cold." It's good. Rain, just want to speak, anyway, clothes are wet, like to listen to the rain gently hit the ground. Rain in the dark. Sad people may not feel the joy of splashing water, so it's so cold, I said with a smile, a little sad, but I have stood up. " The oblique rain left its brilliant trace in the sky. ""Xie ... "I haven't finished two" Xie ". Happy people may not feel the melancholy of rain, but they are dark spirits, so they have no umbrella. I like the rain, but I just stepped back. Although the surface is very polite, this little thing can still trap me. I'll take you home. Past help and unknown friendship warmed my heart. I just think you're a little good-looking, just a little? "Tone seems to be some fun, a few leaves swirl in the rain to draw an arc, sixteen years old. "Kindness is like a donkey's liver and lung. Originally, how can it be like a bad person? When I turned around, the rain line was dense and oblique, and there was a mystery behind the transparent rain, which kept hitting the world. It rained on a sunny day, and I felt it with my heart. The umbrella seemed very big. I believe it's a boy. I'm a little different. Intermittent ... "It's really rainy and cold. I will be here for a while. "Maybe I will be in the same class in the future and rush into the rain." Seeing you running in the rain from a distance, the sound of ticking on the glass? "There is no umbrella in his hand. Listen, the sky is telling. " I don't know you! ""suddenly a pair of feet appeared in front of me, listening to the rain is also a kind of enjoyment. Looking at the sparse but not dazzling starlight, it is getting dark. I looked up and it was raining. Ordinary rain is not ordinary. He might know something. He handed the umbrella handle to me in one hand. It's no use complaining, but it seems that he will pay this sweet heart with an umbrella in his hand. Now I will help you. "Step on the waves." The weather is not very good. The figure is getting more and more blurred. Get out of the way Rain, falling ... in this late autumn? It is raining faster! "I have an umbrella over my head, and the fallen leaves don't seem to welcome the cold rain. Ice dripped on my face.
3. Write a composition about rain. It's sunny and rainy.
The sigh of the sea
Tears in the sky
The smile of the field
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I don't know when I started to like rainy days.
It's sunny when it rains! When it rains, the sky is gray, like ink painting, deep and shallow, attracting countless reverie. Rain, hours are like silver needles or silver threads scattered between heaven and earth. The close-up scene is like a sarong, like a fairy's skirt, and the distant view is like a canopy separated from it, looming, like a beating spirit full of spirituality. The rain beat on the window, making a fragile music sound, just like a skilled pianist playing a string of wonderful notes on the black and white keys, which makes people enjoy it.
It's sunny when it rains! It has always been believed that rainy days mean that the sky is crying and venting the depression in the heart. At this time, I will play Beethoven's Destiny, feel the ups and downs of the melody, and then stare blankly at the sky. I think, vent, just vent. Whenever this is the tune of fate. I have a firm belief in my heart-I, I must hold the fate by the throat.
It's sunny when it rains! When it rains, that poem about rain will come to mind. "The rain in the sky is as slippery as crisp, and the grass is close at a distance. In fact, there is nothing." I think spring rain is as expensive as oil, and spring breeze moistens everything. "It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond." I think I heard the beautiful rain chorus of frogs in early summer. "The tall buildings look forward to dusk, and there is rustling rain on the leaves." I saw that in the late autumn dusk, the leaves of airplanes like Huang Die were slightly covered by autumn rain. A beautiful picture of Qiu Jingtu spreads out between heaven and earth.
It's sunny when it rains! When it rains, I will look forward to it. What will it look like when the rain stops? Can you guess, guess whether there will be colorful rainbows? Will be eager, eager whether the leaves will be washed shiny. ...
Very good! On rainy days ...
4. Writing a composition in rainy days is coming soon. It was a rainy night. Because of the rain, the night suddenly became much longer, quieter and more beautiful.
Rain, accompanied by the night from the beginning, fell drop by drop, covering the night with a mysterious and beautiful veil. I closed my eyes and listened to the rain quietly, but I felt its beauty strongly. It is sometimes like a group of young children, subdivided and dense; Sometimes like a flock of birds singing, elk jumping; Sometimes, like drums, waves, beautiful forests and the rushing sea; Sometimes ... a muffled thunder flies through this rhythmic symphony, and it travels far and far with a deep and powerful voice ... After the thunder, continue to listen to this symphony. It seems to have changed its mood again, turning into the rustling of rain on the leaves; The tinkling sound of falling into the river, the pattering sound of falling on the roof ...
Insensitive sounds such as "boom" and "rush" formed an unknown March. After a while, the rain turned into a faint tick. Listening to this rhythmic and irregular ticking, a kind of sadness welled up in my heart. Rain moistened my heart and my eyes, and an unknown feeling hung over me. I obviously felt that I was shocked by it. I suddenly associate rain with a person's life course. When he was a child, he was so weak and full of fantasies. Then he grew up and did something vigorous. Later, when he was old, his life and soul quietly left his body with a beep on his heart rhythm machine. He ended his short life peacefully.
Night, rain, sadness ...
Lightning and thunder, flowers and trees, spring, summer, autumn and winter ... these are all treasures given to us by nature. Among these treasures, I like the sound of rain best.
So, I fell in love with listening to the rain. The rainy season all the year round brings me different spiritual experiences.
Chunyu is a quiet and elegant little girl. In Du Fu's poem, he said, "Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." Spring rain along the branches
Bud came quietly and people didn't notice. But as long as you calm down and hold a cup of fragrant tea in a quiet night, you can imagine such a picture in your mind: the earth is a good rice paper. When the spring rain gently touches the paper, the green will be scattered all over the ground ... At this time, a song "Moonlit Night on a Spring River" outside the window will ring in your ear: "..."
Yu Xia doesn't have such a good temper. Noisy all the way, jumping around in droves. Fall on ripples, windows, the ground ... knock on anything that can make a sound. That rhythmic voice seems to remind you that a rock party is about to start! Then, the wind roared and the sky was overcast. In order to light up the meeting place, lightning was invited, and suddenly night turned into day. Thousands of musicians played music when the baton in the conductor's hand moved. That momentum devours the bullfight and shakes your heart, and your heart can't help but turn up thousands of miles of waves, which makes people completely insomnia.
Autumn has always been called golden autumn. Then let's call it autumn rain and golden rain! In the golden rain, everything fell into the trough of the year. The continuous golden rain brought a little chill, but it also brought good news of harvest to farmers' uncles. Sometimes looking at the rain outside the window, I can't help but draw my own blueprint for life. My mind is like a broken kite. ...
Winter is cold in people's hearts, but winter rain is gentle and sincere. It falls slowly, taking off "white clothes" for trees, cleaning streets and injecting vitality into rivers. This is a symbol of the arrival of spring.
Listen to the rain and listen attentively, and you will be able to interpret the four seasons and realize the true meaning of life!
5. Write a composition on rainy days. It's raining, raining ... In this late autumn, the fallen leaves don't seem to welcome this cold rain. There is no bright light in the gap in the sky, and the rain line is dense and oblique, intermittent ... "It's really' the house leaks every night', and it's dark. When will this nasty rain stop? " Without an umbrella in my hand, I hid under the eaves. But complaining won't help. You see: the concave part of the street has ripples, which are rapid and continuous. A few fallen leaves whirled in an arc in the rain, and the car whistle stretched weakly ... I couldn't restrain my resentment any longer and rushed into the rain. "God forbid, can this little thing trap me?" Stepping on the splash, leaving a symphony of rain behind. "Hey, get out of the way!" Suddenly a pair of feet appeared in front of me, and my hand was placed in front of my forehead. But this man didn't respond. I looked up. It is a boy. His eyes are more radiant under the rain-woven sky, with an umbrella in his hand. It looks big. "I saw you running in the rain from a distance. Didn't you bring an umbrella? Shall I take you home? " The tone seems a bit ridiculous. The rain fell obliquely under the umbrella, the ice was on my face, and there was a little cold wind. "I don't know you. I'll be fine in a moment. Anyway, my clothes are wet." I left this sentence behind and rushed into the rustling autumn rain again. Although you are polite on the surface, you don't think so in your heart: who are you? I just think you look familiar. Why do you look like a bad person? It is raining faster. The footsteps of the night are getting closer and closer. "It's a bit sad to treat kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs!" An umbrella appeared on my head, and when I turned around, it was him. I was a little impatient and frowning, and I was about to speak. He pushed me out with one hand and put his hand in my hand with the other, and said with a smile, "I don't know what to say." I just stepped back. He might know something. "Maybe we will be in the same class or university in the future. This is how friendship is established. " "Xie ..." Before I finished the two "Xie", he had stepped into the rain. His figure is becoming more and more blurred. The rain is still pounding the world, but I am standing under the umbrella. The rain outside the umbrella seems to be no longer so cold, so cold and so urgent, and it becomes slow and rhythmic. It keeps raining. Oblique raindrops leave their brilliant traces in the sky just to prove that they are so pure and beautiful. Happy people may not feel the melancholy of rain, but they seem to keep it in their hearts to comfort future crying. Sad people may not feel the joy of splashing water, but they seem to regard this sweet heart as a happy memory. I like rain, and I like listening to it, especially in the dark. It is a dark soul and a tear in the sky. Listen, the ticking on the glass is told by the sky. Standing at the window, looking at the sky, looking at the sparse but not dazzling starlight, listening attentively, feeling attentively, you will find that ordinary rain is not ordinary. There is a mystery behind the transparent rain. It turns out that listening to the rain is also a kind of enjoyment. In an instant, the weather became warmer and the rain became warmer. My past help and unknown friendship warmed my heart. I believe that there are sincere friendship and sunny rainy days in the flower season of sixteen. In such a friendly rainy day, be careful that the door is knocked down by the rain, and of course you will say, "It's good to rain!" " .
6. Composition "That Colorful Rainy Day" Rain is the tears of the sky missing the earth.
Rainy days are also a tearful person in spring. I envy the sky and have such a changeable face.
When you laugh, you light the light; When you cry, your eyes are half closed. Thunder rumbles, only to wake up the nightmare of the earth; Snow flies, just to cover the earth with a new quilt.
When the wind comes, the speed at which the earth runs; When the rain comes, the earth hears the love songs played by the rain in the sky. The spoony world asks the sky, "Why are you so tolerant of the earth, caring about the cold and asking for warmth?" The sky just laughed.
The wind and rain remain the same, and the seasons remain the same. Who knows that every ray of rain contains rich thoughts? As early as when there were no biological traces on the earth, the answer was announced to the universe: people only saw the tolerance and thoughtfulness of the sky, but forgot how the earth condensed the wisps of smoke in the darkness of the universe into blue sea and blue sky hundreds of millions of years ago.
I sympathize with the earth. Not intentionally against the sky, but condemned by the world as heartless.
Every inch of time, the earth is giving its strength; The truth of the universe makes them inseparable, but makes them never touch. I don't understand what the sky has given the earth, just as I don't understand that the snow in winter has not melted the cold, but it can always tell the earth that spring is not far away.
Time drops tears from the sky, dripping, falling, soft and silent ... this beautiful love line slides down my skirt and hair tips-oh, the earth is telling me that when I embark on my dream journey alone, I should create a self to follow. The richness of the spiritual world can bring nothing to people, just as the sky can bring nothing to the earth, but it is the only thing that can accompany you forever ... eternity is like this.
In this world, life never needs an umbrella-when it rains, you can't see tears.
7. Imitate a rainy sentence.
1. As time went on, the rain came briskly.
2. I like this weather. If it rains a little, I don't need an umbrella. In this way, I like fog and rain, cool, accompanied by cloudy days and cool breeze, very comfortable and sober.
3. The thin light rain falls slowly from the distant sky, and the leaves under the windowsill are dyed green by the rain.
The cold gray cloud covered the seven-color rainbow nine days away. It was trembling and raining.
Just like a gloomy child, the gray face in the sky gradually sank and was replaced by heavy gray black. Naughty wind wandering around, gloating at people's mess. The tree shook its head helplessly.
6. The happy rain in spring turns the fields into new green, my thoughts are floating in the spring rain, and my heart is working in the drizzle.
8. Write a 600-word composition about rainy days.
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!
I've been thinking about it for a long time. If it is not enough, it can be replenished.