Write a composition of about 600 words. The first sentence is "The weather forecast says it will rain heavily tomorrow ..."

Here we go ... It's raining. I sat by the window and watched the heavy rain.

It's raining hard. Looking into the distance, water and gas churned very badly. Look, a group of dragons are running with their teeth bared! Slowly, the water vapor turned into a picture of running horses, and after a while, it turned into a group of small fish. How beautiful!

Gradually, it began to rain, and the dripping water from the high building became a water curtain, and every drop was like a broken bead. The thin rain drops obliquely, which reminds me of the poem "Don't go back to that windy and drizzling rain". Now I finally understand its meaning. I was intoxicated in the rain.

After a while, the rain cleared up and the sun didn't come out, which reminded me of the background of the horror movie, which was a little creepy.

Slowly, the sun came out and the rainbow appeared. Open the window, and a breath of fresh air comes to my nose. Only a few minutes, but that's enough. It is refreshing to breathe such "green" air in the city.

Rain, how beautiful!

Listen 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, just like my real heartbeat. ...

rain

The tireless rain in the morning just falls, just falls; Makes everyone a little tired and bored.

Everyone has nothing to do after class, so they just go to the phone to chat with their friends. If that aspect is a woman, it is naturally more interesting!

Call, call, the bell keeps ringing.

The telephone is nailed to the wall, and the operator is used to being urged by all parties. Ringing is the favorite busy tone. So they didn't give birth to any spleen flavor-they just suffered from large ear chambers.

He just brought a bearded young man in a dress from No.4 Society 13. When he saw the young man jabbering at the machine for a while, he hung up his headphones and went out like an angry man. With less than ten breaths left, the bell on the wall jingled with him.

"Hey, where are you-this is the Agricultural University. ..... Mr. Salter. What's your name?

Oh, oh, call him again? Yes, yes, "he hung the earphone on another nail.

It can be seen from the heavy noise that he was unjustly wronged. This kind of grievance can't be vented except by hanging headphones hard. "Mr. Xian again!" He also said something to himself that he could hear.

This could have been a lie at will, and it was over when I said I couldn't find it. But he hasn't been here long. Although he stayed for dinner with Cui Ge, who specializes in sending and receiving letters every day, he could not learn these things to steal time. Moreover, the thought of living in Tonglechun a few months ago, burning a fire every day, blackening my face and leaving nothing in my stomach strengthened my sense of responsibility. Toto raised his left hand again. (Because he is wearing a long skirt now, his right hand has lost space. ) blocking the heavy raindrops falling from the eaves, he trotted to the fourth house to find the young bearded man.

There is an old square clock in the middle of the table, which goes slower and lighter, as if it were hypnotized by the rain. The book lying flat by the clock seems to be dozing off. There is a small teacup near the clock, which contains more than half a cup of black tea. There is no heating at all. ..... His eyes saw the young man smiling at the earphone, but his ears were stirred by the rain outside, and he couldn't take time to listen to what the young man was saying. He felt that the young man was really bored by smiling at the earphone.

The young man went out again.

When the teenager passed by him, the trousers of the dress brushed his left hand hanging at his hip, and a strange but fragrant smell ran into his nostrils. When he went to the consumer club yesterday, he saw a finger-sized bottle shyly hiding in the corner of the glass cabinet. What essence is stored in the bottle? -at this time, the smell is yellow water in the bottle. He is confident that he didn't guess wrong!

The smell tickled his nose and wanted to sneeze. He couldn't help getting up and walking out the door with the young man.

The rain is still tireless, just raining, just raining. The rain that slipped down from the tile mouth turned the small ditch in front of No.1 gate into a stream. The newly fallen raindrops floated in many small bubbles and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Some bright yellow Sophora leaves float on the water like small fish. If these little things were really a group of fry, he would have taken off his shoes and socks, rolled up his sleeves and bravely jumped down and caught them. -it seems that they can know that they are not worth the price, and they are not afraid of anything unexpected and dangerous! Otherwise, I saw big ears standing in front of that door, staring at their every move. Why are they still floating gracefully on the water?