How to write a composition in a diary that rains in autumn

Grandpa and I were still walking on the road when a strong wind suddenly blew, and there was lightning and thunder. Lightning struck the ground hard and sounded like a cannon. Soon it began to rain heavily, and the raindrops hit the yellow mud. The yellow mud jumped up with the rain and landed on our pants. Grandpa opened the umbrella at once. The wind broke the branches and bent the umbrella. Grandpa and I rushed to the roadside restaurant to hide from the rain.

I looked out of the hotel and all the pedestrians on the road hurried home. But the wind is too strong. I didn't go far before, but I took a few steps back. Gradually, the rain gradually subsided, and pedestrians on the road slowly walked home. Grandpa and I followed out of the hotel and walked home under an umbrella.

2. Composition of autumn rain

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Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft net and nets the whole autumn world. The sky is dark, too, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs. The pile of gray clouds in the sky is like white powder peeling off the roof. Under the cover of this old roof, everything looks extremely dull. The green pomegranates, mulberry trees and vines in the garden only represent the prosperity of the past summer, but now they have become the remains of ancient Roman architecture, shivering in the rustling rain and recalling the glorious past. The color of grass has turned into melancholy yellow, and fresh flowers can no longer be found underground; The delicate daffodils planted outside the dormitory wall hung their heads with tears in their eyes and lamented their bad luck there. It was only two sunny days, and it was such a moldy rainy day. Only the sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner, the branches have been decorated with several precious buds as gold, carefully hidden under the green oval leaves, revealing a little hope of new life germination.

It's raining quietly, only the thin sound of rain. The orange-red house, like an old monk in colorful robes, bowed his head and closed his eyes, accepting the baptism of rain. The wet red brick exudes irritating pig blood, which is in sharp contrast with the green laurel leaves under the wall. Gray toad, jumping in the wet and moldy mud; Under the gloomy net of autumn rain, it is the only thing full of joy and life. The mottled gray-yellow pattern on its back corresponds to the dreary sky in the distance, resulting in a harmonious tone. It jumped up with a plop, jumped into the mud from the grass nest, and splashed dark green water.

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The hot summer has passed, and the sun is no longer burning the earth. The weather gradually turned cold, yellow leaves fell gently from the trees, and the children changed into sweaters.

When I woke up in the morning, I heard the tinkling rain, as if it were a light and lively music. The continuous autumn rain slowly fell to the ground, splashing water droplets the size of sugar balls in puddles, so I thought, maybe this autumn rain is sweet? The big trees next to the house were washed clean by the rain, and the green color and crystal rain hung on their leaves, which looked so beautiful. The road from car to car was also washed clean by rain. The car passed by it, splashing like a piece of ground glass.

It kept raining, and transparent bead curtains were woven outside the window. In the street, people are walking around like flowers with colorful umbrellas. The rain made the city more beautiful.

3. Rainy days in autumn, diary

The topic should be writing autumn rain. After reading a few articles, you can find inspiration, then melt into your own emotions and turn others' into your own (from Xiao He).

I've tried my best to help. Please have a look. Autumn's sadness is a pool of broken duckweeds, half a lake full of lotus, a few phoenix trees and autumn leaves. Autumn rain falls on it, dribs and drabs, with a lot of sadness in my heart and eyes.

"The leaves of the plane rained in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving." What kind of sadness is that? "It's windy and rainy now, I can't hear the song clearly, and I still cry." What kind of melancholy is that? "I feel that autumn is endless, so how can autumn rain help me desolate?" How lonely is that? What kind of pain is "tears fall and the rain breaks my heart"? Autumn rain, lingering, pouring out, intertwined with too many joys and sorrows, tangled with too many misfortunes, accumulated too much love and hate, and carried too long an age ... In that cold autumn rain, you, who have been a classmate for several years, walked around the school gate with a flower folding umbrella, and you were alone in the autumn wind. Approaching you, holding your hand, cold and cold.

You came to tell me that you are leaving this place because of my parents' job transfer, and you came to wave goodbye to me. You said maybe we could meet again this time.

Looking back at my classmates: We made a wish; Discuss life together; Tease each other; Encourage each other; We exercise together in the morning breeze; Under the scorching sun, we left the sweat of struggle; In the sunset, we discuss difficult problems together; In the storm, we held a small umbrella; We had agreed to try to get into the "985" or "2 1 1" prestigious schools, but now we are far apart. I can only silently wish your friends, travel far away, take care.

After the autumn wind, your thin back suddenly disappeared in my field of vision. The departure of a friend in the autumn rain wet my dream and blew away my feelings. Suddenly, I saw the picture of "Yang Liuan's small wind and waning moon, which is more suitable for the cold autumn festival", which was sad and painful.

Since ancient times, autumn has been the season of missing. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, people will want people to reunite with the moon. I think "I wish people a long life and a beautiful life" is their best hope.

"My old friend Wan Li has no news and intends to inquire." Qiu Si, an ancient man, is desolate and lonely, which often makes people lament. "The old road is sparse, and the heartbroken people are in the end of the world." Ma Zhiyuan, a lonely traveler, can hardly tell his inner sadness in a foreign land.

The ancients were like this, and it is difficult for people today to get rid of this feeling. On a full moon night, Chinese people all over the world * * * At this time, my two cousins abandoned their families and wandered the streets.

Facing the delicious food on the table, the family was speechless. At the beginning, Bo Er was pregnant in October, worked hard and devoted her life to your years of growth. He waited for his son to return in the wind and rain, expected his son to return in the cold wind, earnestly educated him and begged him to be deeply grieved, but you still couldn't resist the temptation of the outside world, and you were chic with those friends, completely ignoring the call of your family.

Why not hurt people? I blame the ruthlessness of autumn wind, I hate the desolation of autumn rain, and I sigh that there are too many temptations in the world, which makes it difficult for our generation of teenagers to break free. Parents don't ask much of their children, they just need their children to greet or get together on the day of reunion.

But how many children in the world can do this? I can't make irresponsible remarks about a saint who has gone through the house three times but I can be a filial person to myself, so that my relatives can always feel warm in the chilly autumn and make autumn full of warmth. Sentiment in autumn makes people feel helpless, and that's the nature of nature.

However, a TV advertisement impressed me deeply: life is a journey, not a destination, but the scenery along the way and the mood of watching it. Then I understood that it is not the season that is sad, but just a state of mind with words and feelings.

It turns out that sadness is an emotion, but sadness is a plot. It turns out that what I like is just a plot, a plot belonging to autumn. There is also a more literary one.

Speaking of autumn rain at two o'clock in the morning, it rained. At two o'clock in the morning, the autumn insects outside, chirping and chirping, reveal the secret of spring that is not easy to detect. Perhaps, only the stupid autumn insects know the distant sound and give reeds a bright and soft tick. They have never thought about the thickness of autumn rain. There was an unspoken sadness that lingered at two o'clock in the morning, and they came without saying hello. They also bring some warmth in sadness, like wild geese in autumn, combing their beautiful feathers without telling them what they are going for. I won't tell them my wish and blessing that I planted many roses. What is this for? Chapter III Autumn is getting stronger and the years are fleeting. The midsummer ended gracefully and passed quickly. Autumn has arrived, the cool breeze is in my arms, summer has passed, and autumn is near ... The shadows of trees are dancing, sweeping away the debris of the past, and I just want to put aside the glitz and noise, quietly lean against the window of the season, gently salvage the silhouette of the past, quietly splicing it, and stick it on the lintel of the years, placing it gently and carefully collecting it; No more wandering, no more wandering, let it be safe and quiet! Looking back, life is like a dream; Time flies, and the past falls silently; The world of mortals has gone and can't come back; Once like the wind, the wind passed without a trace; If it is like lost water, lost water has no waves. Once the piano and flute are broken, the fleeting fragments become the decay of the heart, the graceful singing becomes the wound of missing, and the building whispers.

When memory is simplified, there are always some stories that are quietly interpreted and quietly remembered in a burst of thoughts; The streamers of the past render the footer of time. I read the ups and downs of every rhyme carefully and attentively. Every time the ups and downs are as fine as cicadas, the heart sounds fluctuate slightly; Quietly comb it, fill in old words, and ponder the story in the depths of the stamen; You waved at Tianshui's old place, smiled at the flowers and shook the water! Time goes by, as long as we remember the past smile and forget to turn around; Leaves open and fall, as long as they overlap and meet in time, they are warm memories. We often sigh! The fleeting wind blows many encounters into a poem, and writing becomes a moment of change.

We are here.

4. 400-word diary of autumn rain

Xixi Qiuyu is a key, gently, gently. When you were unaware, you opened the door of autumn. There is a box of colorful pigments in autumn rain, which gives the ginkgo tree yellow and the maple leaf red. Like stamps, the coolness of autumn comes by mail, so the chrysanthemum fairy gets more colors such as red, white and purple. With the curtain coming, its black talons covered the earth. It is still raining outside the window. This is a discordant song. The sky is like black silk, and the haze is terrible. I seem to be the only one in the vast world, and fear, loneliness and confusion spread in the air. Rain, are you crying for me? If it is, it will be a black elegy ... the rain is weak, the lightest thing in the world, and it can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings. And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound. The tree child fanned away the summer heat in his mother's hands and brought the coolness in autumn. There are children at the foot of the mother tree. They are like hair dryers, blowing away the hot earth one by one and bringing people a cool earth. The leaves not only fanned away the summer heat, but also sneaked on the osmanthus tree and woke it up. Osmanthus fragrans opened its mouth and gave off a faint fragrance. As long as there is wind, the fragrance can spread to every corner of the school. If it rains, small raindrops will bring fragrance to the ground. Smell it carefully, and the ground smells sweet! Qiuyu is really like an excellent painter, holding a box of colored pigments and painting a colorful world.

How beautiful autumn is! Happy we have become an indispensable part of autumn scenery.

The rainy season in autumn is depressing and lonely, just like my rainy season, which comes unexpectedly.

With a few sounds of fright and fatigue, summer left with a bang, but I didn't expect autumn to fall from raindrops, although the raindrops were lingering and gentle. I thought the breeze would give me autumn, so I could walk in the wind and kiss autumn, but a rain put out the flame of hope in my heart.

The rainy season in autumn is depressing and lonely, just like my rainy season, which comes unexpectedly.

Life in grade three is no longer poetic, and the sky in grade three is only low and small. The illusion of flower season was completely annihilated by the third grade. So I fell in love with the maturity of autumn and the amorous feelings of rain.

At night, the rain fell on the window again. The dark room and humid air suffocated me. There is no room for rain in the sky, so let it fall to the ground and be an angel on earth. However, it puzzled me ... I opened the curtains to see the ethereal scenery, but the rain blocked my view and I couldn't see the distance. Tears poured out at this moment. Just like the rain outside the window, I don't know when it will end.

With the curtain coming, its black talons covered the earth. It is still raining outside the window. This is a discordant song. The sky is like black silk, and the haze is terrible. I seem to be the only one in the vast world, and fear, loneliness and confusion spread in the air. Rain, are you crying for me? If so, it will be a black elegy. ...

Open your childhood diary and slowly touch the marks on the paper with your hands. The past, which was full of childlike interest, made me sad at this time. Those lost memories, like rain and water, like smoke and dreams, are gone forever. I don't know when the lost seeds have been buried deep in my heart. After the rain, I was disappointed and lost, confused and crazy.

5. How to write Qiuyu's composition?

Autumn leaves fall to know autumn.

In the early morning, thunder came from far and near, followed by a heavy rain, such as thousands of rotating notes dancing in the rain, thousands of stereos playing beautiful songs at the same time, and thousands of hands stroking every grass and tree in urban and rural areas to play an impassioned ballad together! Raindrops are as thin as silk and as beautiful as fine crystal pillars. Look carefully, every drop of rain has a beautiful and lovely self. Take a drop of rain and look carefully. It's like a crystal pearl, and it's like a tear shed by emotion.

The drizzle is like silk. With courage and strength, they reunited at the lowest place on the ground. They play a song of courage together! It's raining harder and harder, and the color of the city is getting more and more blurred. I can only see the flashing traffic lights not far away, and the houses with blue roofs around them seem to blend in with the sky. The green trees planted in the community are like green houses in the air, which makes me feel like I am in a fairyland in the fog. Rain, like a great painter with superb skills, painted the earth in ink and wash. The fresh air permeates every corner of the earth, and together they play a colorful ballad! Rain and autumn rain, the scenery is breathtaking.

However, I am more happy that the crops on the earth have got enough water to blossom and bear fruit next year. We are also full of confidence in the process of seeking knowledge. The sound of books and the rain in the garden are playing a struggling ballad.

6. Write an autumn rain diary

Autumn rain is light blue and crystal clear. Thousands of silver threads rippled in mid-air, and long veils covered the dark fields. Rain falls into the water, like dripping into a glittering jade plate, splashing pearls; Rain falls on trees, like combing branches with soft hair; The rain rolled up a puff of smoke on the ground, and the earth seemed to bloom with a smile.

Autumn is continuous, and the green hills are moist. The puddles on the ground are full of water. They slowly flow to the big ditch, gathering this year's affection and the hope of the next year. This autumn rain, like sweet wine, is dedicated to the land that breeds all things and to people who are full of harvest joy. ...

Autumn rain is not annoying. Behind the misty rain curtain, there is a sweet smiling face. They are smiling faces to celebrate the birthday of the motherland. It is this face that makes all the fruits in the mountains and plains shine red. The era of "autumn wind and autumn rain" has long gone in the golden autumn of the motherland.

I look up at the blue sky and feel that the sky is clearer and the sun is brighter. White clouds like veils are like white flowers embroidered in the blue sky. The scenery is refreshing.

Autumn rain is not only wonderful, but also full of new hopes.

Ah! Autumn rain-intoxicating autumn rain.

7. The composition describing autumn rain is 600 words.

Autumn rain is full of evil spirits. When there is a melancholy rain between heaven and earth, everything is silent and bears its relentless washing. Thoroughly clean up the impatience of a summer in a slow bubble, and coolness will become the mainstream with the escape of summer heat.

Yu and one or two friends are walking on the village road. There is no noisy urban pollution, only the sound of rain. In this flashy world, how many sounds of nature, how many modern people surrounded by modern civilization, and how many sensitive hearts feel the delicacy of autumn rain and blend in with nature. Autumn rain is the most unique, and the scenery below it is also particularly distinctive. They are all outstanding and extraordinary, and they are silently resisting fate. Although the beautiful years are drawing to a close, they are singing happily in the autumn rain. This song is not decadent, but grateful, a sweet memory of the past. One of my friends said, "Autumn rain is really touching. This unhurried spirit is really in line with human wisdom. Spring rain is sad, summer rain is arrogant, and winter rain is the most ruthless. Only autumn rain is the most understanding and most like a classical beauty. " I nodded and said yes, yes, autumn rain is the most distinctive. Autumn is a season that connects the past with the future, that is, there is enthusiasm in the previous season and indifference in the latter. It combines the length of two seasons and abandons the length of two seasons. It has become the most fascinating season, and autumn rain has become one of the most representative landscapes. The scenery in Autumn Rain communicates peacefully with autumn rain.

I like the slow and delicate autumn rain, leisurely, and the demeanor of everyone. It is not the rain that falls, but the sweet spring of the soul. I wonder how many vulgar ideas have been washed away from people! Walking in the quiet country road, listening to the rain and grasping the green leaves, I have an inexplicable infinite yearning for the country. I really want to bid farewell to interpersonal disputes, find a remote place, build a unique yard and plant all kinds of chrysanthemums in it. In late autumn, I will pick chrysanthemums and put them in a cup so that I can enjoy their seclusion. Life is short.

It suddenly occurred to me that the leisure of autumn rain has long been a luxury of modern people, the beauty of nature has gradually disappeared from people's field of vision, and various modern temptations have already captured people. People's vision is mostly limited to disputes in a small unit. After all, only a few people can escape the siege of modern civilization, but they can always keep a normal heart and live quietly and interestingly in the world. Very few, I'm afraid.

Autumn rain, you are a wise man between heaven and earth. People are awake because of your existence and calm because of your wisdom!

8. How to write a composition in autumn rain?

Autumn rain is a key, it is cool and gentle, gently, gently, while you are not paying attention, open the door of autumn.

Autumn rain, there is a box of colorful pigments. It gave oranges to osmanthus, and osmanthus people danced on the branches to thank Yu Qiu girls. Miss Qiu came to the orchard again. It painted the grapes purple and gave them to the crystal clear agate of Miss Qiu. When Miss Pomegranate saw it, she also clamored for makeup. Miss Yu Qiu picked up a paintbrush and dyed Miss Pomegranate red. Miss pomegranate grinned with joy. The autumn rain girl also entered the field, and sorghum was drunk. Look, its face is red. When Miss Yu Qiu saw it, her heart ached very much, so she told sorghum to lie down and sleep.

Autumn rain hides a good smell. Oranges are sweet, apples are fragrant, and there are many, many sweet fruits hidden in the autumn rain girl's body. The children's noses seem to smell the fragrance.

Autumn rain rang the golden bell, telling everyone that winter is coming. The geese flew south in the shape of "I" for a while, and the plane leaves floated to their mother's feet, all ready to start the winter.

Autumn rain brings a harvest song to the earth and a happy song to the children.