Composition of rain

No matter in school or in society, everyone must have been exposed to writing. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. So how to write a general composition? The following is a summary of ten selected rain compositions I collected for you. Welcome to study and reference. I hope it helps you.

Ten essays on Raindrops 1 Tick-tock, Tick-tock. Naughty raindrops beat the glass outside my window with their little fists. ...

"shua shua shua", gentle rain eats mulberry leaves like spring silkworms. ...

"Hua", the pouring rain is struggling to wash away the dirty road. ...

On the street, pedestrians are hiding from the rain, some are hiding at the edge of the corridor, and some are hiding under the bus stop sign. The shop suddenly became lively. People are amazed: this rain is really timely; It's raining heavily; I heard that many places were flooded and many houses were washed away by the flood. What a pity! You said it was raining in the wrong place, and you went wherever you needed it, which made me late for work again. Sentimental rain! ……

"The water you gave us a few days ago hasn't been digested, and our stomach is still swollen. You really came uninvited, sentimental rain! " Big trees and small trees are pouting. "

"What am I going to play in such a heavy rain? Too boring! " The children seem helpless. ...

I am different. I like rain.

Whenever it rains lightly, I hold an umbrella and roll my trouser legs, walking in the rain, letting the rain beat the umbrella mercilessly, splashing the rain on my pants and calves, and sometimes reaching out to wait for the rain. The cool rain falls on my palm, which makes me feel very comfortable. ...

Rain, rain, where are you from and where are you going? Please tell me, you sentimental rain!

I like rain, rain. The lingering of spring rain, the rustling of autumn rain, especially in rainy summer, from time to time, dark clouds roll, thunder and lightning, storms, so magnificent and shocking!

In fact, the most beautiful thing is the spring rain. The breeze carries the light rain in Mao Mao, and the willow branches and leaves are misty and full of infinite poetry. The drizzle is like a graceful girl, dancing gently with a gentle waist, brushing your black hair and kissing your cheek. It is so gentle, gentle. Spring rain is as expensive as oil, like a warm and serene mother and a calm heart, nourishing everything on the earth.

Emotion is full of fanatical passion.

Autumn rain always gives people a coolness, but it is the desolation that kills everything. It seems to be the calm after passion, perhaps the rest after fatigue, and the period of accumulating strength to express again.

There is a hope, an ardent hope.

I long for the summer rain. The summer sky is like a child's face. It changes whatever you say. Wind and rain came, thunder and lightning, rain poured down like notes, and the whole world was dark. The trees are swaying in the strong wind, and everything disappears in the rainstorm ... After a strong venting, there will always be beautiful and colorful rainbows on the horizon, just like the bright spots in life.

Life is like a rain. Spring rain is gentle, and summer rain is unrestrained.

There is a lot of rain and changeable weather this summer, just like a child's face. It was clear in Wan Li just now, and suddenly it rained cats and dogs.

It is raining heavily today. We had dinner with my father's friends in a dangerous restaurant. Suddenly, my father's friend said on WeChat that dangerous water was being discharged today. When I heard the word flood discharge, I was very excited. I think we are really lucky, because I always wanted to see the flood discharge but missed it for various reasons. Today we can finally see the spectacular scene of flood discharge. I can't wait. I scraped two mouthfuls of rice at random, so I called my father and set off.

We arrived about ten minutes later. As soon as I got off the bus, I saw the "white smoke" rising in the distance, like a white barrier, permeating the whole valley, as if I had entered a fairyland on earth. Going to the bridge and looking down, I was shocked by its overwhelming momentum. Standing on the bridge, I am still a little scared, for fear that I will be knocked off the bridge carelessly. I found that the water at the gate was curved, and the current was swift and swift, like thousands of white war horses, rushing to the distance. The sound shook the earth like a landslide and was as thrilling as a lion's roar. That sound, that momentum, that scene, I have to admire the ingenuity of nature.

After the rain cleared, a beautiful rainbow appeared at the junction of the spillway and the rock, blending with the rising white fog, like a beautiful picture scroll, which was amazing. I find it particularly incredible. Isn't there a rainbow in the sky? Why does it appear on the water? The rainbow shines in the sun and will not disappear no matter how fast the water flows. I am fascinated by the magic of nature. I came to the other side of the bridge again. There are three doors here. Today, only one gate opened a small crack. I think it is unthinkable if all three gates are opened with such a small crack and the water volume is so large.

This is the first time in my life to watch the flood discharge, and it also makes me truly appreciate the magical beauty of nature for the first time. I love dangerous water, and I love beautiful nature even more.

In a wonderful place, far away from the earth, there are white snow flowers and crystal rain. They live together carefree.

One day, naughty Xiaoyu wanted to play in the outside world, but her mother disagreed and said, "The outside world is very dangerous. If you go, you will never come back. " However, Xiaoyu decided to take a look at the outside world.

The next night, Xiaoyu left that beautiful place. No sooner had he gone out than he met Uncle Yun. Uncle Yun asked him where he was going, and Xiaoyu said excitedly, "I'm going to the outside world! Uncle Yun, do you want to go with me? " Uncle Yun agreed.

Uncle Yun, carrying a little rain, finally reached the outside world after a day's trek. After seeing the outside world, Xiaoyu was extremely disappointed. The outside world is simply incomparable with the place where he once lived. Here, fields are cracked, trees are withered, lakes are dried up, small animals are homeless, and people are skinny. Some people even fainted on the side of the road.

Xiaoyu saw all this and wanted to save the world. He asked Uncle Yun, "Is there any way to save this place?" "There are ways, but if you sacrifice yourself and sprinkle rain on the earth, the world will become better," said Uncle Yun. "Are you willing to sacrifice?" "Well, I'm willing to sacrifice myself!" Xiaoyu said firmly. Say that finish, Xiaoyu jumped to the earth, and he felt that he was getting closer and closer to the earth. Xiaoyu smiled happily. He seems to see that everything in the world has water, and he feels that his sacrifice has not been in vain. At that moment, I thought I would never see my parents and brothers and sisters again, but Xiaoyu had no regrets, because he saved the world.

From then on, people will never waste water again. The land becomes fertile, the trees become lush, and the world becomes full of vitality.

I stood at the window, watching the rain. The rain beat against the windows, the gazebo and the ground. You can't see the green trees not far from the other side through the window. Open the window, take a breath, and waves of fresh and cool air come to the nose, which is refreshing.

Slightly cool raindrops hit my head, and my face and body never felt so relaxed and free, as if being baptized by nature. It was from this moment that I fell in love with the rain. Let me fall in love at first sight and make my heart beat.

Spring rain is so gentle. Listen, what's that noise? It turned out to be small bean sprouts. I was deeply attracted by his gesture of breaking through the ground. I looked at the weak body of Xiaomoumiao and couldn't help feeling sad. At this time, the spring rain came! I feel the gentle and dense rain, as if I felt the power of life. The dry river began to flow again. The leaves of buttonwood are bright green. Small earthworms shuttle back and forth in the land. I listened to the new strength and felt the watering of maternal love.

Summer rain is full of hope. Look, the dying rice beam has not given up hope under the guidance of rain. Proud sun, you have hidden countless elegant demeanor. I just stood there. I hope this is full of hope. There is an unspeakable power that inspires me. Turning around, I looked at the spotless street, emitting a fresh and natural rain.

As time flies. I came to the golden autumn, and the autumn rain is still full of labor vitality. The farmer's uncle waved a hoe and cut bundles of wheat. Sweat ran down their cheeks. At this time, the autumn rain came and drove away people's sweat. Farmers no longer complain. But singing songs and working happily under full harvest. I stood in the autumn rain, watching the scene in full swing. I seem to have stronger strength to face difficulties with hardships. Autumn rain is full of vitality, so am I.

The earth is covered with silver, yes, winter is coming. I also felt the rare heavy rainfall. Winter rain! A biting cold current rushed to the Central Plains. You're not afraid. Facing the cold wind, just like the Red Army soldiers. Not afraid of sacrifice. You are still raining in the cold ... I seem to smell a determined soul, leading me to overcome difficulties.

It is raining! It is raining! Gentle, hopeful, energetic and strong. Lead me to the light with these four infinite forces. I stepped on the rain under my feet and walked to the place where hard work made me yearn.

Cherish every drop of rain that falls before your eyes. Perhaps it contains the beauty of the rainbow and will inadvertently touch the touch of life.

These days, the sky is always gray, and my mood is like this misty and rainy weather, full of gloom and loss. That Thursday, it was already evening study. The sky seems to have been splashed with dark blue pigment, mixed with some gray, and rendered at will. The school bell rang suddenly and the door was slammed open by the cold wind. I couldn't help shivering and complaining and rushing out of the classroom. The biting cold wind blew and the rain fell on me. I crustily skin of head walked home. Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure under the dim street lamp ahead. My mother looked at me from a distance and smiled at me.

At that moment, I was very moved and touched my heartstrings. "Mom, aren't you cold?" I feel a little distressed. Mom smiled. "Look at what you said, it's not cold, not cold at all." Mother took off her gloves and handed them to me: "Put them on." I hold my mother's hand, which is really warm. I feel relaxed and put on gloves. Mother's temperature is kept on the gloves. Suddenly, I felt a warm current all over my body and I couldn't help crying.

On the way home, my mother and I clasped our fingers and the cold wind roared. Mother's hands are getting cold, but mine are getting warm. Another cold wind blew wantonly. Mother subconsciously tugged at the sleeve holding the umbrella. I gently took off my gloves. "Mom, look, I'm not cold." I hold my mother's hand with a warm hand and put a glove in her hand. My mother persuaded me to wear gloves on the hand with the umbrella.

Then, a warm scene appeared in the rain: a middle-aged woman was wearing an umbrella and gloves, and a little girl next to her was wearing the same gloves with her bag, and the other two hands were tightly held together.

The warmth is passed between my mother and me, and the cold wind is still so cold, but there are wisps of warmth filling my whole world. At that moment, a flower of affection bloomed in my heart, and I was no longer depressed or at a loss. Haizi said, facing the sea, spring blossoms, and I said, facing maternal love, my heart, spring blossoms, sunny.

Mom, you are my quiet harbor. Without the warmth in your hand, without you holding my hand tightly when I am indifferent and pessimistic, I don't know if I have the courage to move forward.

Every drop of rain that falls before my eyes carries the warm love of my mother and me!

The composition of "Rain Selection" summarizes ten pieces of spring in the south of the Yangtze River. When the climate is slightly warmer, there will be more rain. In the morning, I just woke up from my sleep. I thought today would be a sunny day off, but it was dark around and I didn't see the sun. Like a dark night, my mood became depressed. He turned to his mother and asked, "Why is it raining again?" Mother replied, "It's going to rain, and I can't help it." I thought for a moment and said, "Is God's mother scolding him? Or punish him for not watching TV? So he cried? Just like me. "

Mom smiled and said, "well, maybe I was scolded for refusing to do math." Just like you! " After playing the piano, I looked at the heavy rain outside the window and was at a loss. The original plan to go downstairs for exercise and play was completely ruined. What should I do? Mother's annoying urging voice rang in her ear again: "Nothing to do, just do some math." I am helpless: "wait a little longer!" " Gloomily, I propped my head and stared at the rain outside the window. The dense rain seems to have covered the earth with a thin veil, and the community is sparsely populated. Occasionally, one or two people come out, either wearing ponchos or holding umbrellas.

Only the tree still stands in the rain, bravely welcoming the arrival of the wind and rain. Large tracts of grass are close together, as if afraid of being washed away by rain. The rain slammed on the roof, hit the canopy, hit my heart, and the restless mood spread in my heart ... When my mother's urging voice rang in my ear again, I was already sitting at my desk.

A rain got into my ear. As soon as I opened the door, a fresh smell of earth came to my face. Ah! It is raining! I quickly moved the recliner under the eaves and lay on it. A gust of wind blew, and raindrops fell on my face, hands and feet, as comfortable and cool as a massage. I enjoyed it. ...

I like the sound of rain. I closed my eyes and listened to the rain. Raindrops chase each other, scrambling to fall to the ground, making a "click" sound, and falling into a puddle making a "click" sound. Various voices merge into a symphony.

I am enjoying the splendor brought by the rain. Rain girl carried a bucket of colorful pigments and sprinkled them on the earth. Raindrops fall on the leaves, and the leaves are greener; When it falls on flowers, the flowers are more vivid; When it falls on a peach tree, the peach turns red; When it falls on the grape rack, the grapes are purple. ...

I quietly enjoyed the comfort brought by the rain and fell asleep unconsciously. Huh? I came to the rainy world, and a girl in a light blue veil came up to me and warmly invited me to join their game.

A drop of rain fell on my face. I rubbed my eyes and stretched myself. I had a dream. It's still raining outside, and I feel very kind when I look at the familiar raindrops.

In the morning, a spring thunder woke me up from my dream. Listening to the rustling spring rain outside the window and the occasional birdsong, I know that dawn has arrived.

I am no longer sleepy. I lie quietly in bed for a while, and then get up gently for fear of waking my sleeping lover. I walked out of the house with an umbrella and came to the community garden.

I don't know when the rain stopped and the rain clouds in the sky have dispersed. At this time, a faint white cloud is drifting. The golden morning glow began to hang in the eastern sky. In the pond in the middle of the garden, frogs are chirping in response after the rain; A red-tailed fish is swimming in the water in droves; The water is clear and white water lilies are in full bloom. All kinds of flowers and trees in the garden, nourished by the spring rain, present a lush scene, with green leaves and crystal beads remaining, which are particularly green and colorful under the morning light. Birds perched on the branches are jumping happily, and from time to time, they give out crisp and sweet songs.

However, all kinds of flowers that are still in full bloom are scattered on the wet grass in the rain and look like a mess. I bent down, picked up a few petals of residual flowers on the ground and put them in my hands. My heart is getting heavier and heavier, and a feeling of regret arises spontaneously. What beautiful flowers! That's a real pity. I let out a sigh in my heart. ...

At this time, a fresh spring breeze with a fragrant breath blew head-on, refreshing, which made me recover my mind from the state of regret, my heart slowly stretched, I felt relaxed and happy, and I deeply realized a vibrant, beautiful and clear world brought by the spring rain. ...

I followed the birdsong, stepped up and walked to the path deep in the shade. My heart is gradually immersed in the artistic conception of a poem, and I can't help singing the poem "The residual flowers hate the spring rain, which is in the ascendant and beautiful" in my heart ... After returning to China, I wrote the following poem after careful consideration:

Spring thunder stirs up dreams, and rustling spring rain calls morning.

You should be able to hear frog drums and birds chirping.

The young leaves are raindrops like jade, and the fish tail in the clear pool is beaming.

Residual flowers don't blame the spring rain, they are in the ascendant.

The ten articles on the rain 10 fall in a downward way, covering the earth dimly. The rain drops on the leaves, making a rustling sound, which is wonderful. ...

I opened my sleepy eyes and looked out of the window. The flowers I planted have been washed brightly, and the voice of "Ding Dong Ding Dong" is as clear as a bell. I leaned over and looked at it. It turned out to be a small copper bowl with only a little water in it. Raindrops fall from the eaves, like crystal crystals, into the bowl, and then strings of water splash out of the bowl, making a series of beautiful underwater sounds.

I can't believe that ordinary rain can make such a crisp sound. I don't want to leave for a long time, squatting on the balcony and feeling the life of water.

"Sand *", and then, I heard the voice again. It is light, although it is not as clear and powerful as before, but it brings me a hazy beauty. I'm thinking, this must be the sound that falls on the chlorophytum. I opened my eyes, and sure enough, a faint voice came from here, urgent and short, so cheerful! I think at this moment, chlorophytum is also spreading its long leaves, letting the rain shower on her. She is getting smarter and more environmentally friendly. In the rustle, I seem to hear her thanking the water.

I took out a convenient bag and put it under the falling rain. I couldn't help laughing. The sound of water falling on the bag is so deep, like the sound of cello, continuous, as if the sound is endless. I completely lost myself, immersed in the symphony of water!

I don't know who painted the sky with ink. Under the orange light, I clearly saw that the rain was getting smaller and smaller, and the sound of water was getting smaller and smaller. I couldn't bear to part with it, so I took out some bowls to catch the rain. Tick-tock is great. ...

The rain stopped, so I took the bowl home, took out my pen and knocked. The voice of "Ding Dong Ding Dong" spread the laughter to the distance. ...

Expert comments:

The greatest advantage of this article is that the author makes good use of rhetoric, such as: "The sound of water falling on the bag is so deep, like the sound of cello, and it seems that the sound is endless. I completely lost myself and immersed myself in the symphony of water", which makes the expression of the article more literary.