Composition after summer rain

Composition after Summer Rain 1 Afternoon in the summer countryside is quiet and comfortable.

After lunch, the shy sun hid in the clouds and refused to come out, so the rain came. The clouds were dyed gray and deeper. Listen, raindrops jump down, gently, gently, slowly, draw transparent silk thread in the air. And "plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop.

The rain has stopped and the sun still refuses to show up. Take a deep breath. The air after the rain smells of wet soil. On the towel gourd rack, the green towel gourd hangs under the leaves, and the towel gourd with the size of golden morning glory is in full bloom, and the crystal clear and round water drops stick to it; Rhubarb dog lazily prone on the towel gourd rack, half narrowing her eyes to take a nap; In the duck shed next to it, several ducks quack and seem to be chatting; The cock and hen next door are whispering.

In Gua Tian, round melons and watermelons are ripe. Gently walk over and pick up one, and the melon will lie in your palm. Wash it and take a bite. Crispy, juicy and sweet.

After dinner, I sat under the magnolia tree and picked up a book to read. The dark green canopy is like a huge umbrella, which blocks the occasional naughty raindrops for me.

Afternoon slipped away after the rain.

Xia Yu composition 2 Xia Yu, impatient, wants to make a hullabaloo about no matter coming and going, for fear that others will not recognize him. After that, he took off his dark coat and went home. He left the scene and birds and insects dared to show their faces. The sun jumped out bit by bit, bringing a little warmth to the cold world. People don't hate rain, but they prefer sunshine.

Everything became dull after the rain. The rugged path is my favorite, overflowing, much like a small mirror. I met a bigger one, and when I walked on, the water splashed and the sun was colorful.

The farmers here looked at the dark brown land and opened a simple smile; Those who look at the spring over there are excited by the rising water level; There are children's tireless shouts and slapsticks ... everything, everything is full of vitality.

The night after the rain is surprisingly quiet. This kind of weather is most suitable for sentimentality. Open the book and keep your eyes on Li Qingzhao's name for a long time. A young girl in her prime, a girl born in troubled times with strange girls. You are like a summer rain, full of lofty sentiments and aspirations, shouting "The sky meets clouds and smoke, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance." "The wind stopped and the ship blew away three mountains." . You are like the day after the rain, soft and lingering, whispering "Don't forget the road, the curtain rolls west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers"; You are like a breeze after the rain, telling yourself sadly that you are "looking for it, lonely and sad." You are the best representative of rain. Injected a sedative into every noisy heart in this city.

What is it like after the rain in summer? Smart? Quiet? Or sentimental? I don't know. I only know that the summer rain is beautiful.

The most beautiful thing is summer rain. I like the rain in summer.

Composition 3 After the summer rain, in the evening of summer, after the thunder and lightning, the big raindrops of watercress fell one after another, and the rain poured down, splashing like jumping notes, opening the door to the fantasy world.

After the rain, the sky was blue, revealing a crescent moon. The stars blinked and smiled, and a pair of birds twittered, spread their wings and rushed to the sky. Clouds of white clouds poked their heads out like magic. They do somersaults like the Monkey King, hold spears like generals, and feed the sheep like shepherds. In a blink of an eye, the clouds are layered, sometimes like a palace in a mirage, sometimes like a yurt on the plateau, and sometimes like a beautiful beach by the sea, which makes people dizzying.

Pushing open the window, the fresh air came to my face and slipped playfully on my face, feeling cool. Lush trees have withstood the beating of wind and rain and are more upright, and the green leaves put their heads together as if whispering. The crystal dew on the grass is rolling happily, and the frogs in the field come and go as if playing wonderful music. The soft land was washed away by heavy rain, leaving deep or shallow fine lines, like the wrinkles on grandma's forehead. The rain on the ground instantly gathered in the river, and the clear river slowly became turbid, which attracted me to wait and see for a long time.

After the summer rain, the air is filled with the fragrance of earth, which is refreshing.

Many people like the scenery in the rain, and the charming world is always so attractive. I like a quiet world. Here comes the rain girl. After a gust of wind, the naughty sun jumped out of the clouds. The lake sparkles like a diamond, and the fish in the water enjoy the bright sunshine.

The rain and dew on the lotus leaf "glided" on the smooth leaf surface and suddenly fell into the water. The red dragonfly landed on the lotus leaf that just woke up, reflecting his graceful dance and offering people a charming dance. Then the snail woke up and stirred among the flowers. Snails are most active after rain. They come out of their shells, stretch themselves and move around. The grass is green and the vegetables are fresher because it absorbs the wet rain. Shouldn't everything in nature thank the rain? After the rain, everything will become more beautiful and moving!

After the rain-the world I love, how excited I am to see your beautiful and lovely face!

How I want to feel your loveliness on the grass. At that time, the blue sky and green grass made me enjoy the infinite fun of nature in the sun.

Five hours after the summer rain, I like the rain in the sky very much. Because when it rains, it smells like the ground, which is a very strange and delicious taste. There is a strange smell after the rain, perhaps vanilla, which exudes a hazy meaning. Someone said, "Shit, it's raining again. I always think how is it possible? " Rain can nourish the earth!

Since I am young after hours, just like there must be sunny days after heavy rain, I will gradually hate rain, and I will gradually hate the rainy summer. Because she left in summer, my favorite summer at that time, why was Father Sun so heartless that I couldn't bear to look back?

I think so, too. I still remember watching the stars at the highest place in Huangshan Mountain. The stars there are really bright. They are bright and big, and they are blinking. You said, like fireflies. I said, well, yes. In fact, I was wondering if you were deliberately digging my scar, which made me feel that the ending of the book was very sad. I cried all night and my eyes were swollen, but you comforted me.

I still remember that you have a special name, Meng Xuan, which is said to be hazy and Ling Xuan's. From then on, I fell in love with the hazy feeling. In fact, I almost forgot you, but you are particularly clear and beautiful in my mind. Missing after rain is inevitable, and missing after summer rain is not immune. How are you doing? How are you getting along in other provinces? Is it really okay? It is said that cocktails will make people ten years older, and what they say will be repeated. In my opinion, missing will make people who don't talk much, really.

Miss you, really, remember me? Love, Wen! Mm-hmm ~

A Summer Rain Composition 6 After the rain, it flew straight down from the sky and fell from the sky like a waterfall. A flash of lightning flashed across the sky as if to split it in half. In the distance, thunder rumbled, rumbled ... through the silence of the sky.

With a thunder, the rain stopped. In the sky, the sun gives off lovely light.

In front, it is endless green. Those little mushrooms squatting in the grass, like a pair of eyes, always show good eyes. Clusters of gorgeous orchids have a charming face and a charming beautiful image like a modern girl. Butterflies wander in the sea of flowers. I wanted to pick some flowers and weave them into a wreath, but who could have the heart to destroy such a beautiful landscape painting when I saw the shining dew embedded in the flowers like diamonds?

It is said that the air contains mysterious language. Who says it is not? Birds are chirping because of the beautiful scenery after the rain!

Nowadays people are busy with work, how can they have time to enjoy the scenery and fresh green after the rain?