A sixth-grade composition about rain

In daily study, work and life, everyone has written a composition. The composition must focus on the theme and elaborate the same theme in depth. Don't ramble, the theme is lax or even without a theme. So have you ever studied composition? The following is a sixth-grade composition about rain that I collected for your reference only. Welcome to reading.

The composition of the sixth grade describing rain 1 Spring rain, drizzle and spring rain are people's favorite. Rain drops down the branches and becomes a string of water-like notes. The ground is also wet a lot, emitting a refreshing fragrance. The poor wheat trapped by the severe winter was saved, and it grew to its heart's content under the care of the spring rain. Small raindrops with tiny spots are clearly visible. When the wind blows, it flies freely like a girl's running hair, like a silk curtain hanging in the air, shrouded in seven-color dreams. Spring rain adds beauty to the world and vitality to people.

The rain in summer came quickly and violently, and it was sunny after the rain. Like a magical hand, it gently touches my heartstrings and fills my mind with wonderful notes. Rain beads, one by one, sparkle in the morning sun. Mango tree smiles in the rain. After being washed by rain, they look particularly green and beautiful. A big drop of water fell on the tip of a blade of grass and disappeared playfully in the grass with a swish.

The cool and pure autumn rain moistens heavy hopes. On a quiet morning, the rustling rain sounds so sweet that people's mood becomes clearer.

The rain in winter is cold and comfortable. The grass can't wait to stick its head out of the cold soil, like a child with a red nose, spreading its palm and kissing the rain. The silvery laughter is particularly touching on the empty Yuan Ye. After a few days of winter rain, the mountains are full of vitality and the fields are green, which makes people doubt that spring is coming. It was the winter rain that awakened people's "sleeping" hearts.

Four seasons rain-continuous, rapid, pure and comfortable, the world is wonderful because of you, I love you, four seasons rain!

Rain, a natural melody, falls gently on my cheek. Floating, floating on the country road. After the flowers are moistened by rain, wow, crystal clear! Petals float lightly in the water like rowing boats. Ah! The rain falls gently on the country road.

Rain, gently hitting the banana leaves, "Tick!" How heartily the brisk notes hit the green banana leaves! Ah! Rain falls gently in my heart.

The rain fell on the country road, and the old banyan tree was hit by the wind and rain. The long and soft beard swayed gently with the wind, and the winding trunk was wet by the rain. Ah! Old banyan, how green it is! Rain, gently hitting the tree.

The rain fell on the country road, and people walked in the rain with umbrellas. Purple phoenix leaves, falling gently in the rain, seem to have a kind of parting sadness!

Rain, through the country road, through the ancient pond, clattered. The big shame tree by the pond keeps sending out "sand! Clean raindrops slide down the leaves with the sound of sand. Ah! How lovely the rain is!

Rain, dripping on the grass, the flowers and trees above, was gently hit by rain. Ah! What a loud melody!

Rain, hitting the pavilion, the dome sends the rain down the slide in the sky, and the light rain falls on the pillars. Ah! What an interesting game! Rain, falling on the country road, gently covered the road with a piece of white yarn. The verdant ancient banyan trees, beautiful flowers and tall old banyan trees all look so green and lovely after being patted gently by the rain. Ah! Rain, the brisk rhythm of nature, falls gently on the country road!

It is a poetic natural phenomenon to describe the rain in the sixth grade composition. Poems such as "the blue buds under the mountain are short dipped in the stream, the sand road between the pines is clean and muddy, and it rains at dusk" or "it rains at night in the autumn pool" are really fascinating. Every time I read a poem about rain, I feel yearning, because this mysterious thing that changes from water vapor really feels subtle.

Rain can be divided into spring rain, summer rain, winter rain and autumn rain. Spring, after a spring rain, is often the beginning of a new year's life cycle. Scenes such as "only shallow grass can have no horseshoes" and "birds are singing everywhere around me" abound. Imagine a Jiangnan woman stopping at a stone bridge in front of a small bridge in the south of the Yangtze River to enjoy the scenery, accompanied by a misty spring rain like rain, fog and wind. Painters and photographers are destined to have a big fight here.

Summer rain is different from Yu Chunyu, and its characteristics are highlighted in the word "strength". Summer rain is often thunderous and powerful, giving people a shock. The rainbow after the rain often hangs high in the horizon, and the whole world is surprisingly quiet. Occasionally, a bird song breaks the silence and makes the whole person feel refreshed.

If you come to the forest alone with a burst of autumn rain mixed with mud and maple leaves, this scene is really poetic. Autumn rain is similar to spring rain, but not the same, just like rain is like fog and wind, but autumn rain gives people a kind of washing. If you see autumn rain in your spare time, you might as well throw away the umbrella that prevents you from indulging in nature, open your arms, close your eyes slightly, and get as close to autumn rain and nature as possible.

It is no wonder that there are few sentences describing winter rain in ancient poetry. Winter rain always gives people a biting feeling. However, when you are still on your way to school in the morning, a winter rain can wake you up.

The rain is really attractive. The "knocking chess pieces and snuff" at the time of "rainy night in autumn pool" is also enough for some leisure. Let's walk into the world of rain and get close to the rain. If so, it's not for nothing that I write an article.

Yesterday afternoon, I was enjoying a nap, and when I was sleeping soundly, I suddenly woke up unconsciously, only to find myself sweating. It's autumn, why is it so hot? Look at the sky, covered by a layer of gray clouds, and Grandpa Sun doesn't know where he has gone. The ants on the balcony are rushing to move the food back to the hole, and the air is sultry. Look at this, it's raining!

It's almost two o'clock. I went to school and took an umbrella with me when I left. On the way to school, there was rumbling noise from time to time, and even dragonflies flew low. Seeing this situation, I quickened my pace and hurried back to school.

When we arrived at school, the students were reading the afternoon books carefully. I sat by the window, watching my classmates playing basketball on the playground ... and then at the sky, it was still cloudy, as if Sister Baiyun was going to cry. Time flies, and soon the first class will be on. Suddenly, a flash of yellow lightning flashed across the sky, and then it rained cats and dogs. I saw the students on the playground running to the gym to hide from the rain, and some ran desperately to the teaching building with their heads in their arms; Some use school uniforms to cover their heads; Some ran desperately to the gym, and before they had time, they were all "soaked".

Boom, boom, thunder sounded, thousands of rain fell on the earth, and the earth was quickly soaked. There is an agricultural proverb: "Dragonflies fly low and it will rain." It is really raining now. It's raining harder and harder in sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic, and it's already cool in the classroom. However, it is still raining. ...

The second class is over and the rain has stopped. Open the window, the fresh air came face-to-face, and the playground came alive again, with the students chirping everywhere. Grandpa Sun came out again, and Sister Baiyun seemed to be wiping her tears. Unfortunately, there is no rainbow.

Sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic, I seem to see the arrival of autumn.

One day in summer, the sky is no longer brilliant. The clouds in the sky are gray, and it will rain soon.

Rumble, rumble ... Thunder rumbled in the sky, almost breaking my ears. No, it is going to rain. I have to hurry home. I quickly packed my schoolbag and ran downstairs. As soon as I ran downstairs, it began to rain lightly. Suddenly, there was more thunder in the sky, which scared the timid female students standing downstairs. Suddenly I saw Xiao Y. I went over and patted her on the shoulder and said, Xiao Y, didn't you bring an umbrella? Xiao Y said that she didn't expect it to rain today, so did you bring an umbrella? I said I brought two umbrellas. I'll give you one. Xiao y finished playing my umbrella. I said, Xiao y, you should go home quickly, or it will rain heavily. Xiao Y took my umbrella, said thank you and hurried away.

I also ran to the bicycle shed, took out my raincoat from my schoolbag and put it on. Just out of school, suddenly, it began to rain heavily, and then it turned into a rainstorm. In the distance, several tall buildings were looming in the clouds and finally disappeared. The rainstorm flooded everything. As if to devour the whole world. It's raining heavily in the sky, with lightning and thunder. So I sped up. It's raining too hard and the water on the road is getting deeper and deeper. When I came to a bridge opening, I saw that the water in bridge opening was already deep. Several cars rushed forward at the risk of deep water, all of them were killed. After I saw it, I had to wait under the bridge Several courageous students rode by quickly on bicycles, gradually forming a large splash. Some courageous students came over and later told me that you resigned. There was nothing wrong with your bike in the past. Didn't you say that your bike is better than ours? So I got on my bike and sped forward, splashing a lot. Although I passed, my shoes and pants were all wet.

It rains all the year round.

It rains all day in spring, and it usually rains less. "It is like cow hair, like a needle, like a filament, and it is densely woven." Colorful umbrellas can be seen everywhere in the school. The big trees next to the playground shed their old dark green, and after the baptism of spring rain, they were covered with vibrant new green. "sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic" It rained harder, and many dark plants became beautiful colors. This drop of green is refreshing and unforgettable.

In summer, the rain stopped for a while, and every drop of rain was the size of a bean. The raindrops fell at the fastest speed, as if playing rock music. In the street, the wipers on the vehicles quickly "swept" off the rain on the glass, and before long, the rain stopped. The rain this summer is like one note after another, each note can make a different sound, and all kinds of sounds make up a beautiful piece of music.

It will rain for a few days in autumn. It is a thin rain line in light rain and a round rain ball in heavy rain. But what I like best is the rain in early autumn, because it can drive away the summer heat and bring coolness to our city.

It rains continuously in winter, and water accumulates in many places. Sometimes if you don't pay attention, there will be water in your shoes and your feet will get cold. The rain is big and small, just like a naughty little doll, often jumping into other people's clothes to play. This is really called "heartbreak". The rain on the umbrella flows downwards, just like a small water column, and the railing is full of water. When it rains in winter, the weather is very cold, but you can play with rain beads.

Rain is an important part of people's lives. If you look closely, you will find it interesting, because the rain in spring, summer, autumn and winter is different. As long as you observe carefully, you will find the mystery.

On rainy days, it must be very pleasant to sit by the window and watch the rain clear.

When the spring rain "trickles" into the world, when it falls all over the sky like a silver thread, like a broken petal, everything recovers. Raindrops fell on the stream, and a smile appeared on the stream's face; Raindrops fell on the roof, and the roof played a song. When the rain falls on the branches, maybe there will be a new green here tomorrow, followed by a beautiful sedan chair face. At this time, my thoughts have already drifted to the hometown of Jiangnan. There are bluestone paths in the room with white walls and black tiles, and these things are shrouded in misty rain like gauze. In this quiet alley, a woman dressed in Hanfu walked in the drizzle with an oil-paper umbrella ... Chunyu dare not be such a gentle woman!

If Chun Yu is a gentle woman, Yu Xia must be a warm girl. When Yu Xia met something unpleasant, she was immediately gloomy and soon had an attack. "Scratching" to roll down the big drops of tears. The umbrella face was smashed, and it was smashed with a frown. Things in front of me were smashed and even torn to pieces.

Compared with summer rain, autumn rain is much more elegant, but it is even more bleak in temper. She fell in the cool wind, like a wronged girl, crying in a low voice against the wind. When you look at the gentle hands of autumn rain stroking dead leaves and withered flowers, you will feel a little melancholy in your heart. Perhaps only the word "bleak" can describe autumn rain.

Winter rain is always unwilling to be lonely, but extremely impatient. She likes to hold hands with snowflakes and dance with the wind. It jumps on branches, windows, pedestrians' hair ... Humidity and cold pervade the world and people's hearts. But every time I jump halfway, the winter rain will give up, leaving only snowflakes flying all over the sky.

Sit by the window and watch the rain, taste the world and taste the rain.

The sixth grade composition describing rain 8 "One day in June, the doll's face changes as soon as it is said." Wan Li's Wan Li, which was clear just now, suddenly became overcast.

When we got home, we looked up at the sky. It was gray, stuffy and hot. People hold fans and say, "It's too hot in summer." The leaves rolled in the wind and danced in the air. Suddenly, lightning cut through the sky, hovering in the air like a dragon, and like a scar in the sky. "Boom, boom." Lei Bobo knocked on the drum, deafening, like a god waving a flag and screaming, and like a dragon whistling.

Finally, the rain stopped in Kunoichi, and it started to rain sporadically. Beads of rain like soybeans hit the window and made a "snapping" sound, just like playing a symphony. Water drops left footprints on the window, just like glass turned into a huge painted face. It's raining harder and harder, and the water is gathering more and more. When a drop of rain falls on the pond, the water waves will ripple. Splash when falling on the ground, and countless blisters when falling in the stream. Rain falls from the sky like a waterfall, like a broken bead, and the raindrops are mixed with the smell of earth. The wind blew the tree stagger, like drunk drinking, and the rain hit the leaves and made a "scratching" sound. Grass is more pitiful. The grass was beaten on the ground by the rain and could not lift its head. Some people walked slowly on the road with umbrellas, some people found shelter from the rain, some people put their schoolbags on their heads and ran home at a speed of 100 meters.

Gradually, after the rain cleared, Grandfather Sun returned to his post and straightened himself again. After the rain washed away, the grass became greener and covered with crystal dew. He shook his body and became more energetic. Soon, a rainbow appeared in the sky, colorful like a rainbow bridge. Is this a shortcut to heaven?

I like summer rain best. Do you like it?

It's raining. I walked along the forest path with an umbrella. When it rains, you quietly flow into my heart, and then you are deeply rooted in my heart for a long time.

It was a gloomy afternoon, with dark clouds and the wind like a roaring devil. I was so scared that I had to hide aside. I looked at the dark sky and became more and more afraid. "What should I do?" It's raining, I don't have an umbrella. "I sighed." I hate it! "

At this moment, you suddenly jumped out from behind me, and I fell to the ground with a fright. You saw it. You pulled me up with a sloped smile. I see that you are empty-handed, as if you didn't bring an umbrella, and sighed and said, "Alas, neither of us is happy-forever! This disgusting weather! " "I hate rain!" You heard me say, looked at me doubtfully, then looked up at the sky and shouted:

"ah! It's good to rain! I love rainy days! "

At this time, it's my turn to wonder. You smiled and told me to close my eyes and then pulled me out. I suddenly opened my eyes and found myself in the boundless light rain. My body was irrigated by intermittent light rain and I couldn't escape from the cage of rain. Looking back, you stood behind me, smiling brightly. Before I knew it, I smiled, too. I fell in love with rainy days.

We are arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder, * * * laughing, * * * walking in the rainy day I used to hate, shouting at the sky together:

"I love you, on rainy days"

Today, it is still raining, just as my love for you is endless. I want to say: "I love you in rainy days;" I love you, friend. "

10 The dark clouds in the sky slowly moved eastward, as if a group of soldiers were gathering troops. There is a flash of lightning from time to time. The wind shook the leaves and made a loud noise. The storm is really coming

Bang! Bang! Bang! Countless drops of water fell from the sky. They are just messengers of rain. Soon, the big army was unstoppable and followed. They converge into a stream near the sidewalk and then flow into the sewer. The flowers and plants on the roadside were knocked down by the rain, and they were covered with beads of rain, as if they had taken a bath.

The sky thundered, and a flash of lightning lit up the whole world. The shimmer in the rain, like countless stars dotted with twinkling diamonds, is so beautiful!

The heavy rain has not stopped. The rainstorm legion is powerful and the drums are ringing. Some of them rushed into the pond, and some got into the soil. Suddenly, the earth was covered with lakes of all sizes, and it felt a little dotted. The car draws a silver waterline in the rain, and silver flowers bloom in the rain. People are running in fear in the rain. Rain seems to rule the world.

The shower began to stop. The sky is as blue as washing, and the dust on the earth is not stained. Beautiful mountains, beautiful trees, cheerful rivers and clean and transparent air. The air smells of grass. Looking around, you can see more than ten miles away at a glance. The mountains in the distance are shrouded in layers of obscure clouds, just like fairyland. Your heart becomes so pure and beautiful.

Rain is a magical magician who brings us rich life experiences. I like the rain!