This is probably the last autumn rain. It has been raining for several days in Mao Mao. The drizzle turned into pure blue tears, beating the beautiful image of the autumn sky bit by bit and gently hitting the window lattice, just like a euphemistic pipa playing music. This sleepy season, I'm afraid I won't wake up, and autumn is hazy. Autumn will leave.
The continuous rain outside the window seems to be repeating yesterday's topic and melting a piece of acacia in this autumn sky. Although heavy and dark, it also exudes fragrance and tranquility.
The sound of rain is getting louder and louder with the coolness, as if listening carefully. Listening to the rain, I just feel that the whole world is asleep, especially fresh and quiet. The falling rain, like a thin and soft net, covered the wings of my thoughts.
Scientists often say that listening to the rain is a realm. Throughout the ages, the rain hits the banana, the rain falls the lotus, and the phoenix tree in the autumn rain has a wonderful poetry in the ears of literati. Li Shangyin's Rain to the North, "When you ask the monarch to return, the rain is in Bashan Zhang ..." has always been an eternal quatrain in the hearts of foreign wanderers. In the dark rain of a foreign land, the deep feeling of missing is the endless rain outside this window.
Now the lingering autumn rain outside the window is beating on the phoenix tree. Although it is not raining in Bashan, it is raining in other places. My heart is full of homesickness, tears flooded my eyes and moistened my heart.
When I was a teenager, I didn't understand the rain. I often read in the rain with a book in my hand, and I fell asleep under the guidance of the rain. When I grow up, the rain is still the same, but my mood is different. Whenever it rains, I will put down what I am doing and listen quietly to the softness of the rain, the boldness of the summer rain and the soothing and delicate autumn rain. Especially listening to the rain. A word "listening" can experience an unspeakable beauty and pleasure. I even feel that the rhythmic dripping rain outside the window seems to be my heartbeat and a part of my fresh life. Time passes slowly in this drop of rain. With this rain, I feel a lot of life has become indifferent. Many regrets in the past seem to have become complete in this rain.
Today, I still don't understand the rain, but I still like listening to it. I like "Rain Plum" in Jie Jiang. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the geese are broken. Now listen to the rain monk said that the stars have been on the temples, and there is always no intersection of sadness and joy. The next order, it will be dawn. "
I began to understand that in the storm, after the rain has cleared up, I should do something with my heart ... My mind is like a kite with a broken line, flying freely all over the sky, and the lingering past has brought fragrance and roses.
Let the glory and frustration you once had pass away with the autumn rain, let the rain turn into a poem that can only be read with your heart, immerse yourself in this faint artistic conception, listen with your heart, and feel that life is more indifferent, more natural and quiet, and that kind of beauty is like a sweet glass of wine.
Listening to the rain is really more than just a realm.
Write a composition about the sound of rain in 2.800 words. There was an old man who meditated in a high mountain bamboo forest for ten years. I heard that what kind of problems were on his mind when he visited in ten years?
There is an old man.
I have been meditating in the high mountain bamboo forest for ten years.
I heard that I will visit in the future
What kind of question have you been thinking about for ten years
This is what I am most curious about.
It's also my motivation to go.
The old man didn't say a word in the first month.
I have been to his pavilion.
Keep asking the same question
The next month, the old man only said three words.
Listen to the rain
The third month
I keep asking the same question.
Why listen to the rain?
In the fourth month, the old man only said four words.
In order to listen quietly
Fifth month
I keep asking the same question.
Why does it take so long to hear the rain here?
In the sixth month, the old man answered me five words.
I haven't heard of it.
Seventh month
I didn't ask anything.
Just listening to the rain in the bamboo forest with the old man.
The old man asked me for the first time.
Do you know why I am listening to the rain here?
I said I don't know.
The old man said
Because you can hear the real rain here.
I don't understand.
The old man asked again
What are you doing here?
(expressing surprise, shock, etc.)
For the truth
Eighth month
I still listen to the rain in the bamboo forest with the old man.
The ninth month the old man asked me
What did you hear?
I still don't know.
Tenth month
I listen to the rain in March with the old man.
The old man said to me
You are the only one who listens to the rain with me.
Tenth month
The old man asked me again
What did you hear?
(expressing surprise, shock, etc.)
I heard the rain.
A faint sound of rain
The old man asked again
Then what are we doing here?
I answered
Listen to the rain.
The old man said happily
go down the mountain
Whenever it rains, you can hear the sound of falling and piercing 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. ...
3. Help write a composition on the topic of "Listening to the sound of rain" ~ In the dead of night, lying in bed listening to the sound of rain knocking on the window glass, how comfortable it is! Sometimes it is urgent, such as inspirational music. Sometimes it's soft, like a lullaby to make people fall asleep. At this time, as long as you calm down, you can hear the heartbeat of Polygonatum odoratum and feel her breathing. At this time, I will think of Lu You, who is also lying in a lonely bed, chanting: "Sleeping at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream." At this moment, the soul will be moved and shocked by Lu You's strong patriotic feelings.
The rainy night ignited a strong patriotic feeling in my heart, and she deeply touched my heart.
In the noisy classroom, raindrops violently hit the white glass, such as thin drums. The shower came quietly when we didn't expect it. The sound of rain caught my eye and stopped at the tip of a leaf. I watched the raindrops slide down the leaves, drawing a beautiful arc, like a meteor across the night sky. Suddenly, an idea sprouted in my heart-cherish time. "I live tomorrow, and tomorrow will be wasted" suddenly occupied the space for thinking. Cherish every inch of time, you won't regret this life!
Rain, write two precious words in my heart. She touched my heart deeply.
Walking in the quiet street, although it is raining, I don't want to take an umbrella. At this time, the rain did not sting the shoulders like summer rain, but comforted like a pair of gentle hands. Soft rain, set off the thoughts in my heart. In the busy study, I have no time to take care of my distant relatives. With the needle of missing, I can still remember the warm picture in my heart.
Soft rain reminds me of a warm and fragrant heart, which deeply touched my heart.
Tasting rain is also an interpretation of life. Life is like rain, beating gongs and drums in your heart, even if it is small, it will touch the petals in your heart and give off a lingering fragrance. ...
4. Listen to the sound of rain. 600 compositions use satisfactory answers. Thank you, dear.
Let me answer that. Listen to the rain.
Looking at the dust on the roadside, whirling in a little chilly wind, I finally stayed in a cramped corner and lost my life. It seems that it hasn't rained for a long time. Finally, at night, the window ticks, and in a shallow sleep, I listen to the sound of summer rain. That voice is really beautiful, just like a beautiful woman opening her eyes and looking at the distance, showing infinite yearning. Rain falls gently, washing the whole world. Listen, get some sleep, open your eyes, and it will be dawn.
I can't hear the rain, it's gloomy outside, and the chill seeping through the window cracks ripples like water.
I didn't take an umbrella when I went out, and the rain came on me, cold and open on my clothes, walking along the fiber line, walking very lightly and slowly. I can hear the subtle voice, melting away, melting away, just like when I was painting Chinese painting, the pen tip crossed in clear water. Gradually, it rained heavily. Just like the rain I heard last night.
Rain is my favorite. Listen to the sound of rain-hissing, it's raining in Mao Mao, my favorite kind. Another is to "rush" the heavy rain. When I was a child, I often rode my bike alone and enjoyed the touch of drizzle. The weather is cool and a little slippery. There is always some rain that slips into my mouth and flows into my heart. Well, it is sweet. Or walk slowly on the bumpy dirt road, or wander on the straight road. Rain is not short of spectators, but not many people are good at listening to the sound of rain. Rough rain particles fell to the ground, splashing-bang, countless raindrops continued. If you hit the ground directly, it will be clear; If you hit the corner of the building and then fall to the ground, there will be a little noise, like the air in the glass cover spinning, and this kind of collision can be divided into frontal collision and side collision. Or unfortunately, it was dripped into the aqueduct and gathered on the concrete floor, which had a dull feeling. and ...
I like to fall asleep listening to the rain. Nature seems to be cultivating it to become a musical genius. It is familiar with every note and can even play notes that have never appeared in human musical instruments. It is simply a genius, but it never makes public, but quietly shows its talent in another form. Sometimes it's really too quiet, it seems that he is just waiting for someone to enjoy it, or even he is just playing for himself. It is always played at night. For example, on a summer night, everything was silent. Only when the summer bug is still active, it gently touches the windowsill, floats on the leaves and falls into the grass to punish this disturbing bug. It is only sometimes when the collected rainwater falls on the steps that its whereabouts are exposed. One night, I suddenly woke up It turned out that I forgot to close the window, and the rain passed through the gap and gently entered my mouth. Raindrops condensed on my arm. A feeling of deja vu arises spontaneously. Just open the window and let it kiss me heartily. At that time, I was awake, and my tired body and mind were comforted as never before. I even think I am in love with it.
I like the rain and the shock it brings. It is an endless piece of music and an endless article. It brings you daydreams at noon, contributes everything to it and gives you endless ideological motivation. The rain is really touching. Inadvertently moving. The rain is light, and the tiles on the roof, such as guzheng, are crisp and full of charm. Rain is probably the most complicated music in the world, with rhythm and melody. Let people overflow from the bottom of my heart from time to time.
There may be many days with the sound of rain, but there is no trace of water; It may also be because there is not as much rain as before, just like this summer; Or perhaps, many times, we have never paid attention to rainy days ourselves; Or maybe I heard the same rain and couldn't arouse the * * * buried deep in my heart.
Quietly, just quietly staring at the autumn rain outside the window. Linear raindrops swept across my forehead, and I could feel the slight coolness she brought. Night gradually climbed the stairs, filled the whole sky, and small lights were telling loneliness. A person's world is also warm, and there is a kind of unspeakable beauty, but lonely melancholy still occupies my whole body and mind. Silent rainy night, the moment I miss you, the moment I miss you, makes me lonely. ...
On this rainy summer morning, walk slowly in the rain and fog and let the rain get wet. Now I just want to listen to the sound of rain quietly, and maybe I can still feel a little hope and yearning in my heart.
Listen to the rain and taste loneliness.
5. Write a composition about listening to the rain.
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, like my real heartbeat.
6. Write a parody clip on the topic of "Listening to the sound of rain", and write a rainy morning from all angles with figurative rhetoric. It is raining outside the window.
Sit in a chair beside a table, such as on the lawn of a forest. Listen to the rain in the morning, don't have a taste.
The sound of rain accompanied by frost and dew sounds particularly fresh. The usual rain can be divided into many grades: dragonflies are short as anger, and there is water on the surface; Those crisp as the morning light are refreshing crows in the mountains; Those that are as coherent as silkworms spinning silk should be the glow that penetrates the leaves; Those staggered like branches must be raindrops splashing in front of the windowsill and pools gathering in the grass.
As for the rain hitting the eaves, water droplets splash in the air, with different priorities, far and near, and each makes different sounds. These countless rain sounds were compiled by an invisible baton and merged into a wonderful symphony.
Listening to this music with rain as the main theme is like being in another fantasy world; This jumping rhythm gives me * * *; This crisp rhyme is full of softness, which purifies the dirt in the heart and fills the emptiness in the heart. This is a world moistened by everything. The sound of rain is a beautiful melody of nature. I like the freshness of the soil after the rain, and I prefer the beauty of the rain.
7. Listen to the sound of rain. Listen to the sound of rain.
Tick-tock, tick-tock ... What's that noise? So bright, bit by bit, nourishing the earth. ...
I remember the last time I met rain, it was in late summer. My foot stepped on the ground washed by rain, and a gust of wind blew, which was refreshing and mixed with the fresh smell in the air. Rain falls on the umbrella and at my feet. ...
"Tick-tock, tick-tock ..." Is it raining, singing and dancing? Sometimes it's light, sometimes it's waves, and the only constant is eternal footsteps. Tick tock, tick tock ...
That summer, it never stopped raining. It's still the same rhyme "Tick-tock, Tick-tock ..." The only difference is that it lacks the tenderness of the past. It hit people viciously, a feeling of unspeakable pain. At the school gate, as in previous years, I posted several red lists. It was on such a rainy day that I sent away my friends from afar. She cut her hair short, and she stood opposite me with red eyes and wet face. Was it her tears, or did the rain accidentally hit her face? A gust of wind blew the rain on my arm and face, hurting my hand, a feeling of unspeakable pain. I think her face must be very painful, too Seeing her hair cut short, my heart froze for an instant and I choked up. "I will come back to see you on this rainy day in one year." She said in a hoarse voice.
Is this a promise? However, a year has passed and she hasn't come back yet. Is it because the rainy day last year is gone?
"Tick-tock, tick-tock ..." The rain restored the silence of the past and trampled on this land quietly. The rainy day that had disappeared, the rhythm of the rain that disturbed people's hearing and hearing changed, and everything was quiet again, and everything resumed its eternal pace.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock ..." The rain was falling gently. ...
8. Write a composition of not less than 200 words on the topic of Listening to the Rain.
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. Du Fu's poem said, "Sneak into the night with the wind, and moisten things silently." Spring rain sprouted quietly along the branches, and people didn't notice it. 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" 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!