Composition 1 with the theme of rain
"The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close." It expresses your tranquility.
"The evening rainbow slants, the sun fills the sky, and half of the mountains and rivers are stained with rain." Tell me all your beauty.
"The wind and rain rise in Zhongshan, and millions of troops cross the river." Show your strength.
You are the spirit of all things - rain.
At the beginning of the years, you were a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in the blue waves, white and light, dancing and singing in the blue sky, seeming to dance with all your passion and sing all your of joy. "The prosperity of the world is like a mirror, but looking down upon it is just clouds and smoke." You seem careless, but you always have a smile; you seem to have no fixed place, but you will never stray from the sky; you seem to be alone, but you are always dependent on the blue sky; You are so close to it, yet so far away; you walk hand in hand with the hazy fog in the mountains and forests. It is your most loyal companion. Even if you are in the sky, it will never leave you and will always watch you. Watching your cheerful dance, my eyes are filled with affection.
"Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and amaze the spring rain." Finally, you can't bear the boundless loneliness, and you are eager to return to the embrace of the mist; finally, you start to be impatient and start to Uneasy, you began to roar; finally, you broke free from the black shackles, pulled them down from the sky one by one, drew beautiful threads, and weaved a blurred and legendary dream in the field of vision. At that time, you became The real you - Yu.
You came to the world with endless joy and a vague shyness about love. You wanted to use your coolness to wash away the dust and sadness in people's hearts. But you heard in the wind "Things are different and people are different, everything is over. If you want to speak, tears will flow first." You heard "Asking you how much sorrow you can have is just like a river of spring water flowing eastward." , a bright moonlit night, a short pine tree." Seeing the scholar with "a green lamp, a cup of bitter tea, and a new book, all alone" in the mountain temple, he frowned and saw "the smell of wine and meat in Zhumen." "The road is freezing to death." You want to cry, but you don't have any tears. All you have is the sound of your heart breaking when you fall to the ground.
After that, you finally fell into the embrace of the mist and turned into flowing water. You told it your endless sadness and sadness. It kissed your frowned brow and comforted you silently, "Falling flowers." Intentional, flowing water is ruthless." You have begun to get tired of all things. Facing the lingering affection of falling flowers, you can no longer bear the sparkling light. Suddenly, you hear a popping sound, and you are startled by it. It turns out, That was the pounding heartbeat of the fisherman boy. When he turned his head, he saw a girl on the bank of the river gently lifting up her sleeves and stirring the river water. She had a smile on her lips, like a flying fairy. Her red lips were slightly parted. That was it. The first popular "Recalling Jiangnan".
You looked at her quietly, and slowly, you found that your chest made a sound, which was so similar to the thoughts of the fisherman boy; you began to yearn for it, yearning to return to the sky and bring the fallen flowers to the sky. The longing for the sky is conveyed, you start to get hot, you start to transpire, start to float to the sky, start to dance to your heart's content... Composition 2 with the theme of rain
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it is the sixth month of the lunar calendar again Great summer season. I was sitting in the study in the afternoon, and suddenly it was dark outside. I looked up and saw the wind blowing and rain falling. It was pattering at first, then slowly and quickly, and water droplets hung all over the windows. Later, the rain fell from the sky like an endless stream of water curtains. The Central Ring Road was filled with mist, many cars were driving slowly with their lights on, and for a while the water on the road turned into a river.
At about 4 o'clock, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, as if the Tianhe River had burst its banks and the heaven and earth had collapsed. This late spring wind and rain makes people think a lot. In the blink of an eye, a strong wind blows outside the window, and the rain comes into the air. Let the wind blow, the heavy ones go forward bravely, without hesitation, and hit the ground directly; the light ones cannot make their own decisions, drifting and swaying with the wind, escaping in thousands of ways. Those rainy feet are by no means numb as Du Fu said; the posture is like thousands of arrows fired simultaneously, thousands of pillars sinking diagonally to the southeast...
Looking through the window, I suddenly found the bottom of the bus station in the distance. , stood a middle-aged woman who seemed to be holding a baby in her arms. It's so windy and rainy, but there are still people walking? Watching and thinking, suddenly the folk song "Back to My Mother's Home" seemed to vaguely ring in my ears, "A dark cloud came, a gust of wind blew, and it was about to rain on the mountain side. There was nowhere to hide, and there was nowhere to hide. Bean The heavy raindrops hit me! It soaked the big red coat and blew away a flower. The rouge and fragrant powder turned into red mud..." Indeed, this late spring wind and rain fell so fiercely that the ocean covered the mountains and trees. , the tower was lost in the fog.
After 6 o'clock, the rain is still singing, as if gently soothing the exhausted heart that has been dusted for centuries, like a mother slapping the weak child in her arms, that As gentle as falling asleep; and like an old man comforting an injured young man. The flower umbrellas held up in the market are like dancing flowers, which looks very romantic. The dusk sky has been washed fresh by the rain, and my mind has become clear and cool. The lanterns have just come on, the heavy rain has stopped, the ancient city is clear and airy, and people are passing by on the street. The wisps of raindrops are like simple punctuation points, full of glitz, cutting off this season.
Dusk surrounded, and the rain at this time was already fine and soft, as fine and soft as a girl's timid words. The bright raindrops hit a few new green branches outside the window, making them shiny and green. It seems to be full of apologies, and those tired branches and leaves tremble quietly and silently, which is extremely warm. It was still raining, and there were puddles of all sizes on the ground. There are two pieces of red or white fallen flowers floating on some puddles, which makes people feel a little pity. Falling asleep, the cool south wind blows all night long.
I don’t know why, but there is always an inexplicable feeling of desolation. Raindrops passed between several emerald-green camphor trees, and a group of buildings far ahead floated in the wet spring rain. The flow of time is dull and calm, nothing new. The days that come and go are like raindrops all over your eyes. You can see them but you can’t count them one by one. For a long time, I just lay on the table next to the window in the study, looking at the raindrops outside the window and the pink and green willows in the rain. I took a deep breath of the cool air and felt the refreshing feeling brought to me by the late spring rain. Today’s rain is different from yesterday’s, and young people become old men. Occasionally, rain can startle people, awakening the dreams they have been addicted to for many years. The rain pours on your head, and your tiredness washes away your heart. Unknowingly, life has changed a world... Composition with the theme of rain 3 < /p>
The past is separated by the sea, the ancient house is not there, listen to the cold rain.
——Yu Guangzhong's "Listen to the Cold Rain"
As soon as the beginning of winter passed, the rain suddenly started. The cold air was filled with hail-like "freezing" rain, which kept falling for three days. Through the raindrops, what appeared before my eyes was a distorted world, and I shivered involuntarily.
I have always stubbornly believed that rain is the gentlest soothing angel deep in my heart. Without rain, my tree of life would be like a large branch missing.
Rain——
I like to step into the thick water and get my shoes wet; I like to throw away the umbrella in my hand and let it hit my face. I can fall into a deep dream listening to the sound of rain, and use beads to create a chain of dreams in my imagination. "The rain is coming. When the rain comes, the tiles say this, every tile says a thousand billion tiles," it hits the iron plate and plays a crisp song, quietly sending the melody into my mind, a gentle, gently Hold yourself close to the wounds of my soul. Too many times, it was the sound of rain that healed the wounds and repaired my pain.
Rain -
When I was a child, I heard "Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." And more than once I heard "A rainbow hangs after the wind and rain." But I really don't. I really like these truths that have been passed down for a long time, because they are too far away from me. Many words are completely meaningless statements of facts to me who have lost my soul now. My soul cannot be shocked or edified at all. It is the real rain that allows me to experience the birth of many truths with my heart. Confucius said: "What can Heaven say? How can the four seasons proceed? How can all things come into being? What can Heaven say?" When I merge into that haze, how many truths are left unsaid! Once it whizzed away, I deeply felt the shortness of life. That feeling is indeed mysterious: how far Yu only traveled before ending his life! It may not last half a second in front of you, but it is so precious to it. We are really like each other to the long river of history - perhaps because of this similar feeling, I suddenly felt a kind of pity for myself: the world is short, and only with an overflowing smile can we finally make life happy. The journey is happier. It wasn't until Shen Congwen's article a few days ago that I suddenly realized that life is really a textbook!
Rain——
The rain now is cold, cold.
Wrapped in pieces of clothing and curled up to sleep on the cold wooden board, I felt quite uneasy. The excessive silence seems noisy, and I look forward to a heavy rain.
However, heavy rains belong to summer, so how can winter be baptized by it? Pick out the rain sound recorded a long time ago from the MP4 and listen to it.
Rain! My heart is full of dust, where are you? Crystal clear rolling down in the sweltering heat of summer, and how can I get a little comfort and a little inspiration?
Rain, you will always be in my heart. My life is enriched because of you. But when will you fall again?
Rain, I hope you come! Composition 4 on the theme of rain
"Rust, rustle..."
The sky that was clear just now is now drizzle. The drizzle of rain gently falls on the eaves and green leaves, and then slowly jumps into the arms of Mother Earth.
Standing in front of the window, quietly watching the water splashing when they fell to the ground, my mind was brought to the time when I was six years old...
Six-year-old me , I don’t understand anything at all, let alone what is right and what is wrong. I only know how to do what I want to do. Right and wrong are like ancient Greek words to me.
When I was six years old, I was in preschool. Because I was young, my parents gave me very little pocket money, so sometimes I felt that the money was not enough. One time when I came home from school, I occasionally saw my mother putting The 5 yuan was confiscated in the closet, and an idea came to my mind to use the 5 yuan as my own pocket money. Anyway, my pocket money was not enough.
I couldn't help but be startled by this idea. How could I have such an idea? But then I thought that my mother would not blame me if I was so young. My little hand stretched out towards the 5 yuan. When I got the money, I was very happy. When I came home from school the next day, my mother looked at me expressionlessly. My heart skipped a beat. Could it be that my mother had already discovered it? I was about to enter my room, but my mother stopped me. I had no choice but to stand in front of my mother, my head almost falling to the ground. My mother suddenly said to me gently: "Son, you must first learn how to be a human being. You must be honest and honest, and you must not do things that are annoying or exceed the principles of being a human being, thereby losing the trust of others. If so, what is the point of being a human being? "My mother's words are imprinted in my heart. It left a deep impression on me, and I choked and said, "Mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken the 5 yuan, and I shouldn't have done something that lost my integrity. It was my fault." My mother smiled and said, "It's better if I know my mistakes and can correct them." Son, I believe you will never make such a mistake again." I shed tears of regret as I listened to my mother's words.
Now, I am standing in front of the window, and suddenly I feel something attracting my attention. It is a sound. I slowly step into the stage of the water elf, and countless raindrops are falling on it. On my head, face, and body, I let them blend into it. I still remember what happened in the rain last time.
I still remember that day, it was pouring rain, my mother was lying in bed due to illness, and I was sitting next to her. Suddenly my mother sat up and was about to get out of bed. I held her down and asked what was wrong. , my mother told me: "There are still two sheep outside that have not been driven back. I have to drive them back. I can't let them get wet in the rain." After saying that, I got up again, and I suddenly remembered what my mother told me to learn. I took the responsibility, so I said to her, "I'll go!" I ran into the rain before I had time to grab anything to protect myself from the rain. I heard the rain say in my ear: "You are so brave!" I laughed
The two sheep were not very obedient and liked to run around. At this time, Yu said in my ear again: "Come on", and I suddenly felt that my whole body was full of strength. Finally, with my hard work, I drove the two sheep back home.
Up to now, I always remember the importance of the word "responsibility". I feel very comfortable when I quietly listen to the rain talking and playing in my ears.
I am growing up and I am also learning to take responsibility. I calm down and listen to the rain talking to me. It is telling me what it means to take responsibility. Composition on the theme of rain 5
Leaning alone by the window and meditating, the sound of "tick-tock" and "tick-tock" resounded throughout the earth. Listen carefully, this is the most beautiful sound that belongs to nature.
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"Tick-tock", "tick-tock" came suddenly, the calmness of the distant sky was broken, and it also interrupted my meditation, and the raindrops fell On the ground, there was a crisp sound like pearls falling from a jade plate. "Tick-tock", "tick-tock", tell us her moving and beauty.
When I was a child, my favorite thing was to lie on the window and watch the rain falling on the ground. Listening to the curses of other friends on rainy days, I felt a little bit of disdain in my heart; I didn’t know how to appreciate it. Looking at the village shrouded in drizzle, the mountains are hazy, the flowers are pretty, poetic and picturesque, imaginary and real, making people intoxicated in this beautiful fairyland and unable to extricate themselves.
Holding an umbrella alone, walking in the rain, listening carefully to the drizzle. At this moment, the whole world seems to be quiet. The rain washes away people's restlessness, allowing people to live in this prosperous world. Calm down and settle your soul. In the rain curtain, everything is hazy, walking slowly, sucking in the air with fragrance, taking a breath, wet, icy silk, sweet, with the natural fragrance of earth, listening to the rain The sound playing on the umbrella is like a soothing piece of light music that relaxes people, allowing people to stand quietly between heaven and earth and receive this sacred baptism.
Whenever I feel sad after failing an exam, I will rush into the rain and cry wildly in the rain. The tears mix with the rain and flow on my face. No one can know my sadness, only Only when it rained all over the sky did I understand that she was like a healer who could heal sorrow. The raindrops hit my face and body, like a mother's hand gently soothing me. The silky rain seemed to say to me: "Don't be discouraged. There’s still next time, next time; try your best, I believe in you.” When I wiped away my tears and regained my confidence, the rain suddenly became heavier, and the rain poured down, as if it was all over the sky. The rain is cheering me and applauding, celebrating my maturity and growth again.
Sometimes, I would walk under the eaves and enjoy the feeling of raindrops falling on my head. One beat, one beat, like a trembling note, giving me the intoxication of thought. Whether it is sparse raindrops on the sycamore trees, or showers hitting the lotus leaves, there is a clear and audible rhythm, which is what is knocked on the roof tiles. The ancient music seems soft and sonorous, distant yet approaching; especially when the raindrops fall on the puddles, they make a tinkling sound, which is crisp and sweet, just like the sound of the rain.
< p>Transparent tenderness covers those who listen to the rain. It does so every year, through one rainy season after another, and its repeated companionship gives people encouragement, comfort and ideological inspiration when they are not sleepy. Generation after generation inherit the elegance of their ancestors "listening to the rain in a small building" and the poetry of walking alone in the rain.Someone once asked me, what is rain? At that time, I answered without thinking that rain is the tears of the sky, the pearl of the earth, the source of life, and the vitality of all things. Now I suddenly realize that rain is faith, the strongest faith deep in my heart. It leads me to accumulate myself and my soul.
Listening to the rain talking is a beautiful process and experience. It enlightens people's thoughts. "Tick-tock, tick-tock", it started to rain again outside the window. Composition on the theme of rain 6
Goodbye, time passes, and autumn enters in a blink of an eye. The cold wind does not blow away, and I find that the tree of memories is full of longing. The stars twinkling in the night sky, the beauty of loneliness, the tears shining on the whole world. A gust of wind passed by, and the bright night turned into darkness in this second. Soon, autumn rain fell from the sky.
The autumn wind blew across my cheeks, and raindrops fell from outside the umbrella. I simply threw the umbrella away and enjoyed the rain. The rain was not heavy, but it made me forget the past. Three years ago, at the same time, in the same place, during the same first autumn rain, I met an autumn girl who was pregnant with heart disease. Maybe because I am also an autumn girl, Simeng and I became good friends in silence. She told me at the time that she had less than two months to live. I was really shocked and couldn't believe my ears. I even hoped that I heard it wrong. But she calmly said to me: "Actually, I am also lucky. I have lived for sixteen years. Although it is not long, it is not short either! Although my time is running out, I will still go on happily. Yes. Death is not scary, but I am afraid of wasting my life. In these sixteen years, I have traveled to many places and learned many things. The most important thing is that I have learned to be calm. So I am not afraid of the God of Death. Arrive. I have learned to let go now. But now, I just hope to spend more time with my relatives, so that I will not have any regrets. Who has no intention in life since ancient times? I only hope that I can stay with my parents with my filial piety. Then I will be satisfied." I saw an unprecedented calmness on her face. I really couldn't imagine that a girl with less than two months to live could be so strong. Watching her walking in the rain, I felt a little bit of pain, but it was replaced by her smile. Her back was so bleak, but her face had the brightest smile in the world.
Perhaps because it is autumn rain, the raindrops always carry a touch of sadness. Suddenly I felt extremely longing for that autumn rain last year, that bleak figure in the rain, and that chilling smile.
The rain was not heavy but kept falling. This autumn rain was like a gentle spring breeze, but also like the cold winter wind, falling on me and washing away the sadness deep in my heart. I am drifting in my dream, as if except for the autumn rain, this world has nothing to do with me. The rain tonight is particularly refreshing, and my mood tonight is like the autumn rain, with a touch of sadness. Walking alone on a country road, perhaps because of Qiu Yu's company, I don't seem to feel lonely. The autumn rain drenched my heart and soothed my mood. All the loneliness went away with the autumn wind, leaving only Qiu Yu and me telling each other's thoughts. As if it were a dream.
The rain in early autumn comes and disappears at night. The rain stopped but my heart still ached.
An autumn rain, a longing.
An autumn rain brings a sense of desolation.
An autumn rain reminds me of the past. Composition 7 on the topic of rain
Rain can actually be described in one sentence: "The water vapor in the air is saturated, condenses and precipitates."
This is what I once used to laugh at myself: How can there be so much poetry and painting in such a simple natural phenomenon. Now that I have calmed down, if I think about it carefully, it is not that simple.
I still remember my father once telling me the story of him and the rain. When he was young, his family was poor, so he often had to help with the household chores. What can children do? It's nothing more than pulling weeds in the fields. But it's not easy. I often bend over for hours under the scorching sun and get bitten by mosquitoes. Dad doesn't dare to disobey parents' orders. Once it rained heavily, so he was pardoned. From then on, Dad looked forward to rain every day. Whenever it rained, he could lie comfortably in bed and listen excitedly and intently to the sound of rain outside the window. Later, the sound of rain was permanently stored in the box of dad’s memory. Dad said: "I like rainy days, not because I am romantic. Now every time I hear the sound of rain, I will naturally put down the work at hand, let myself take a nap and feel that special happiness."
< p> Some people say that rainy days are sad, but it varies from person to person. I had a deep experience of what a different atmosphere it was in school. The students each walked into the classroom proudly holding a wet umbrella, not caring about their wet trousers and bodies; some even did not bring an umbrella, and stretched out their hands in front of the corridor outside the classroom window to soak in the rain; because It was raining, and the physical education teacher asked the students to do activities on the windy playground, but many people still ran around the playground in the rain.School bell rings. Someone in the crowd said: "What should I do? I don't have an umbrella!" Then more voices rang out: "If you don't have one, then you don't have one. It's so refreshing to go out in the rain!" I stood among them, and my enthusiasm naturally burst out. Also think about what they say, stretching your body happily in the heavy rain.
It was a rainy Friday.
In the evening, it suddenly started pouring rain on the way out of school, and the crowd started to commotion. When I found a shelter from the rain, my clothes and pants were soaked. The rain had no intention of stopping, so I shuttled through the rain curtains, letting the heavy rain wash me away. It was only when I stepped into the warm home that I felt the coldness of my skin. My mother hurriedly brought me clothes to change into. Looking at my mother's loving face, I couldn't help but blurt out: "It turns out it's not the warmth at home, it's because of my mother's love." She smiled happily.
I lay across the bed. I felt so comfortable. The windows were not closed tightly, and the wind carrying raindrops made a rustling sound, and the wind blew from time to time. I stretched out my hands to the lamp and let it illuminate my clean nails; I stroked my smooth body: Oh, what other secrets do you have at this moment? ——All this is the baptism of wind and rain.
I am reminded of Gibran’s poems.
"The earth likes to touch your bare feet,
The wind likes to play with your long hair,
Use your skin to welcome the sun and wind."
I think I understand. All these passions, all the beauty, all the feelings originate from human nature's love for nature. This is just like the poetry that comes from walking through the boulevards covered with fallen leaves, and the broad-minded artistic conception of blending with nature when we lie on the grassland and look at the clear blue sky. Composition 8 on the theme of rain
I often tell my friends that I don’t like sunny days. I like cloudy days and rainy days. I like to go home on such a day after school on Friday. Home.
The spring rain is so soft. The tree has sprouted buds, and small flower buds are dotted among the green leaves. The spring rain blows gently, and the movement is so light, for fear of damaging these petite elves. The drizzle is continuous, like slender silver threads, connecting the sky and the earth. On the calm lake, the raindrops fell gently, causing ripples in circles, seemingly silently. After a spring rain, the world is so fresh. The water droplets on the tender green leaves look so crystal clear under the refraction of the sun, making the leaves even greener. A spring rain washed away the remaining traces of winter and covered it with the breath of spring.
The rain in summer is very unique. It always comes in a hurry and goes in a hurry. There is always no warning at all, and before you have time to think, heavy raindrops will hit you. It rains very hard in summer, and soon there will be water on the ground. But this kind of rain always gives me an impulse - I want to throw away my umbrella, step on the water on the ground with my bare feet, splashing waves, spin and jump with my friends in the rain, and let the rain hit me. , ice cold. It was a crazy move, but I thought it was great.
The autumn rain gives me a very mature feeling, a sense of calm after everything I have experienced. Autumn is a busy season. People are busy harvesting crops and drying them. The busy atmosphere makes it difficult for people to relax physically and mentally. Suddenly one night, an autumn rain comes. It is not as continuous as the spring rain, nor as warm as the summer rain. It can calm people's hearts and make people occasionally fall into deep thought. The autumn rain at night is very cool and light. Listening to the collision of raindrops on the glass windows, people slowly fall asleep. An autumn rain washes away the boredom of the day. What you will see when you wake up the next day is - autumn rain. A more beautiful world will follow.
Most people probably don’t like the rain in winter, because the rain in winter hits the face with the wind, which is very painful and biting. But winter rain also has another side, which is the cold and elegant snow. There isn't much snow here. It only falls for a short while every time. After a snowfall, it doesn't accumulate on the ground, but the scene of flying white snow is still quite beautiful. I still remember that there was a heavy snowfall. After one night, some ice formed on the school playground, and the grass was covered with a layer of hoarfrost. It was white and very pure. Many students were playing on the playground. A few people who were skating on the ice accidentally slipped on them! "Haha..." There was cheerful laughter everywhere.
Rain is one of my favorites. I still remember seeing such an answer. The question is: Why do many girls like to get wet in the rain? The answer is: Because when you cry, others don’t know whether it’s rain or tears on your face.
I like this answer very much. I think sometimes the rain can cover up some things, making it difficult for people to see clearly, guess what, and not be known...