Yuyouxiu composition

In daily life, everyone will often come into contact with composition, which is a narrative way that people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is my excellent composition about rain, I hope it will help you.

Rain +0 Rain is very common. But have you carefully observed and understood it?

Rain is colorful and changeable.

In spring, the rain is mild. When I got up in the morning, it was raining in Mao Mao, the sky was gray, and the distant scenery was looming in the fog. Rain, like feathers, gently falls from the sky, falls on the eaves and windows, and "ticks".

Pedestrians are walking slowly with umbrellas in the countryside and on small roads. The falling rain splashed the trouser legs. In the field, farmers are wearing hemp fiber and hats to transplant rice seedlings in the field. Looking at this light rain, my face is full of smiles. On one side of the clearing, the children are playing. Wearing raincoats, they chased each other and stepped on water in the rain. While the old people sit leisurely under the eaves. They chatted and told interesting stories about their youth.

In summer, the rain is changeable, it is changeable, and it comes and goes quickly. Sometimes, it's sunny. After a while, it suddenly became dark, and dark clouds filled the sky, blocking the sun. Rumbling thunder also sounded, shaking the earth.

Pedestrians in the street quickened their pace and walked in a hurry. On the other hand, vendors quickly packed their things and cursed the rain. When it rains, people in the street seem to be blown away by a gust of wind and all of them are gone.

Bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, swept over and splashed on the flowers on the ground, and lightning lit up the sky from time to time.

When you came home in a hurry, you suddenly found that the rain had stopped. The sky is still so clear and blue. Only the wet ground is the evidence that it has been here.

Rain is changeable. Every kind of rain contains different emotions.

Listening to the "rushing" sound of heavy rain, the sound of rain, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, is like a symphony with ups and downs. It rained for a long time, for a long time. ...

The drizzle broke free from the fetters of the sky and poured down, such as cow hair and flower needles, which were blown obliquely to the earth by the wind. What a heavy rain! I wandered around the school gate, desperate and helpless. How can I rain like soybeans without an umbrella? I have to wait anxiously, wait ...

"Han Yi", I suddenly looked up, and my hopeful eyes shot into the distance, a short figure in the storm-Grandpa!

Only then did I vaguely realize that grandpa's face was full of potholes, and years had carved wrinkles on his face. The wind blew up the corners of his trousers, and the rain kept hitting grandpa's thin raincoat. Raindrops flowed from his vicissitudes of white hair, slowly passed through his hair tips, with grandpa's muddy eyes, nose tip and mouth, all the way to his chin, and fell silently on his umbrella. Bright yellow and green, how familiar, this is my umbrella.

When grandpa saw me, there was a flash of regret and nervousness on his face. In spite of the rain on the ground, he wet his already soaked trousers. He went straight to the school gate and asked me carefully, "Han Yi, are you wet?" I shook my head, and my heart was shocked when I grabbed grandpa's hand. How cold, how cold. ...

On the way home, the intermittent sound of rain, accompanied by the deep affection of grandpa and grandson, walked slowly on the winding path, leaving a string of footprints, one deep and one shallow, which originated from a burst of care and warm care. ...

The wind is rustling, the rain is falling, the wind has rolled up some residual flowers, and the rain has knocked out some leaves. I don't know how long it will take, but it's still raining, just like the love between my grandfather and me. This is the most beautiful thing in the world.

One afternoon during the summer vacation, I was doing my homework. Suddenly, the sky was overcast, dark and windy. I was startled when I heard a loud noise. I stayed in the house, very dull, and felt a little breathless.

At this time, only heard "rustling, rustling", drizzle from the sky, dense. Raindrops gently pat on the leaves, and the leaves become more lush and shiny; Raindrops gently pat the flowers and plants, and they become more delicate and charming; Raindrops beat gently on the river, and silver ripples appeared on the river; Small raindrops like cow hair gently beat on the lotus leaf, just like naughty elves rolling and playing on the lotus leaf; Needle-shaped raindrops beat gently in the field, and the crops drank enough water, and the farmer's uncle smiled.

In a flash, the rain in Mao Mao turned into a downpour. Listen, the raindrops as big as soybeans hit the window, "Didi Dada", as if playing a wonderful symphony. You see, under that eaves, raindrops converge into a line, how like a water curtain. The heavy rain fell on the road and formed small puddles. Naughty children rolled up their trouser legs and rushed into the rain, jumping and splashing all over happily. They were all overjoyed and gave out bursts of cheerful laughter.

After a while, the rain gradually stopped and a colorful rainbow appeared in the sky, which was very beautiful. I opened the window, leaned out and smelled the air outside. A smell of earth and the smell of flowers and plants came to my nose, which made me feel very refreshing. A cool breeze blew, and I felt particularly comfortable and refreshed.

Rain Excellent Composition 4 "There are many rains during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." The rain in Xinghua village in Chizhou enters poetry and merges into the beautiful spring in the south of the Yangtze River. Walking along the path and bathing in the spring rain is really a scene, a poem and a feeling. In different seasons, rain also plays different roles and gives us different feelings.

In spring, the rain is like a young girl, drop by drop, which is the whisper of the spring girl. Rain touched the earth with slender and soft fingers, so the earth showed great vitality: spring rain moistened the grass, and the grass was green; Spring rain sprinkled on the river, and the river became wet; The spring rain floated on the flowers, and the flowers smiled. ...

In summer, the rain is like a raging teenager. It comes quickly and goes quickly. In the hot summer, you expect it, and it comes. One moment it's clear in Wan Li, and the other it's raining cats and dogs, which makes you unprepared. Summer rain is refreshing, and rainbows appear after the rain, which is the most beautiful scenery in summer.

As the saying goes: "an autumn rain is a cold." Autumn rain, like a conscientious weatherman, indicates the rustling of the journey.

Winter rain is like a magician who is good at changing his body shape. With the cold wind and rain, it brings you the spirit of winter-snowflake.

The rain in the four seasons is so changeable and full of infinite amorous feelings.

The days are getting longer and longer, it's 7: 40, and it's not dark yet. A cool breeze blew from the window, which made me feel comfortable all over. Looking up, I don't know how to describe it. Orange is the afterglow of the sunset, and gray may be the color exclusive to this city. Taiyuan is probably the dirtiest of all provincial capitals ... Looking around, the streets outside the community are brightly lit. I think people may be enjoying a quiet and happy place of their own somewhere, and watching the endless traffic on the street makes them feel inexplicably sad. Maybe I'm too sentimental, but I just feel that the outside world is strange.

It is raining. The raindrops are neither too big nor too small. It's strange to hit you. The city in the rain is more hazy and has a dreamy feeling. Everything outside the window should be prosperous, and it is still prosperous; Is lonely, still lonely. Night, so dark, as if hiding something, a poke, something will leak down. At night, the office building is brightly lit, giving off great light, reflecting the streets and nearby buildings. It's time for those who are working hard to stop and have a rest. Look at the rain and coffee. Very comfortable.

There are rows of storefronts in the alley, and neon lights keep flashing, indicating that people are coming. The rainy scene is really beautiful.

It began to rain gradually and suddenly turned into a downpour.

I looked up at the sky, and the raindrops seemed to attack the world under the orders of the commander-in-chief Black Cloud. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, which can't help but remind people of the poem "Dark clouds can't cover the mountain, but white rain jumps over the boat".

Rain also forgot its elegance. With the help of its assistant Feng, it thrived in the sky. When heavy rain falls on the ground, it will make a "scratching" sound, which adds a lot of interest to the world.

Big drops of raindrops are still falling. The children put on raincoats and boots regardless of their parents' obstruction and ran and jumped happily in the heavy rain. The children's splash is the crystallization of their happiness.

After comforting the children, the rain rushed to the farmland, and the plants in the field were enjoying the showers brought by the rain. Plants that are about to dry up are now full of vitality. The arrival of rain means that there may be a good harvest this year The farmer's uncle happily said to the rain, "It's really good to know the season!" " "

After the rain has benefited mankind, it still keeps falling. Children no longer like it, and they begin to get tired of it. Some plants in the field also drowned because of excessive water absorption. Farmers' uncle's attitude towards rain has also changed. They shouted at the rain, "Go away, go away!" " "

Rain is wronged and angry. It doesn't understand why people do this to it now. It rained heavily for three days in a row, and people hid at home and scolded the rain. Finally, the kind and naive rain forgave mankind and quietly left.

The rain stopped and the sun smiled again. Plants are also vital, and there are some glittering and translucent water drops on their leaves, which make people fondly touch its transparent crystals and bounce off the water drops on the leaves, revealing wet green veins.

What a heavy rain! It cleaned the world and brought us fresh air, and its arrival also meant that another beautiful rainbow appeared.

Rain is familiar to us, and it has always been with us.

Rain has both advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that it can irrigate the land, prevent drought, moisten everything in the world, make everything grow healthily and make summer cool. Rain also has its disadvantages. It will cause floods, mudslides and other disasters, flood crops, thunder and lightning when it rains in summer, and even electrocute people.

There are many kinds of rain, such as downpour, downpour, Mao Mao rain, breeze and Mao Mao rain. Spring rain lingering; The rain in summer is sudden; Autumn rain is sad; The rain in winter is very cold. Reach out, rain, you can feel it. Rain, open your heart and have deep feelings.

My feelings about rain are sometimes good and sometimes bad. Fortunately, it rains in summer, so we don't have to do morning exercises. Our whole class will be in the classroom, where we can play, read books, do homework and play chess, and do whatever we want, which gives us free space. The bad thing is that it is inconvenient for me to go home when it rains. Grandma usually picks me up when I go home. She rides a battery car. It is neither safe nor convenient to wear a raincoat when it rains. Water splashed on her trousers, which made her uncomfortable. When it rains heavily, it is even worse. It's not that her pants are wet, but that she is wet all over and sometimes catches a cold. So I often pray secretly in my heart: "Rain, can you only rain in the morning, not in the afternoon?" Sometimes, the rain can understand my little thoughts and really answer my prayers. That moment was my happiest time.

Last time I went to Suzhou to play, I went to Lion Forest, and it rained. We hold umbrellas, but as we all know, there are stone forests in the lion forest. When we walk into the Stone Forest, the umbrella we hold is a burden. The road between stone forests is sometimes wide, sometimes narrow, and sometimes holes are made, which brings us great inconvenience in carrying umbrellas. We can only put away our umbrellas and let the rain hit us. When we walked out of the Stone Forest, our clothes were soaked to the skin.

Rain, with our life, makes people happy and sad.

The rain outside the window slid down the tiles on the house, gathered at the end of the last piece, dripped down like a transparent bead curtain, fell to the ground, and blossomed beautiful crystal flowers around and disappeared. Maybe it turned into a wisp of smoke floating in the sky, floating in the water tank of the rain god, waiting for the arrival of the next rain.

I stood in the rain with an umbrella and stared at the rain that fell rapidly, bloomed and mysteriously disappeared. I sucked the humid air heartily, and their freshness revealed a little bitterness. The five-color petals are also covered with water drops, and the green grass is wet. The rain dripped thin and gently in the river, causing ripples in circles. Just like a precious painting, a sad poem, a quiet song. Ah! The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River scattered her beauty like fog. I saw it, but nothing happened.

I turned around and put the withered flowers on the windowsill in the rain. Although the petals are still hard and the color is not good, they are at least a little angry. The soil is no longer so dry, it becomes moist and soft, and there are still a few drops of water on the flowers, so crystal clear. The rain soaked in flowers and soil has disappeared, leaving only a few drops of water. The rain disappeared quietly like this, and no one paid attention to it. They came quietly, walked quietly, walked quietly, without taking away a cloud.

Rain gives silently, expecting nothing in return. It is colorless, red, and red in a child's heart!

Summer is here, and there are still many scenery waiting for us to observe. However, there is also a landscape that is indispensable in summer. This is a rainy scene. People often say that it is just water, but it has its unique beauty in my opinion.

One day, I was walking quietly in the street; Suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and dark clouds were gathering. Before I came to my senses, a few drops of rain had fallen on my nose. I opened my umbrella and silently enjoyed this beautiful picture. Soon, raindrops fell like pearls with broken lines. They searched like elves in this paradise played by dust. When it rains, you will smell a fresh smell. Raindrops selflessly dedicate their lives and irrigate our land. Raindrops moisten every plant and animal on the earth, and they have never asked for any gratitude or praise from human beings. They just silently dedicated their lives without complaining. They bring smiles to farmers' uncles and sweat to sanitation workers. In my opinion, they are great.

After a while, the rain stopped. It left us a clean world and fresh air. It also left us seven colors of rainbows. At this time, they have disappeared without a trace by the sun's sunshine, and disappeared silently in this world, leaving no trace.

Rain Excellent Composition 10 Whenever it rains, I think of it.

It's also a rainy day. The rain kept falling, falling on the house, falling on the ground, causing ripples and splashing rain flowers, and then gathering into a stream, flowing along the low-lying gurgling. In the torrential rain, everyone in the school was picked up by my parents. I sat there without an umbrella, expecting a miracle. Suddenly, a little girl in grade one came running crying, which should be hiding from the rain. I looked at the little girl in front of me, trying to comfort her, but I stayed quietly for fear that others might misunderstand me for bullying her.

After a while, an aunt rode over in a hurry and shouted, "Doudou!" " "The little girl saw it and ran to hug the aunt tightly. Seeing the scene in front of me, I feel like crying. But I have been avoiding them, but menstruation turned to me and asked, "Where is your home, little friend?" I replied, "The Dragon Shore of China." Aunt added, "We're going. Come up! " Aunt said, put on my raincoat and let us get on the bus. On the way, the little girl asked her aunt, "Mom, did you work overtime again?" Aunt said, "yes, mom is a little busy recently." "After listening to the conversation between mother and daughter, an unknown liquid crossed my face. I don't know if it is tears or rain. Unconsciously, menstruation said, "Kid, you're back. "I just woke up from a dream, took off my raincoat and gave it to my aunt to thank her.

The rain kept falling, and the heavy rain curtain quickly covered the figure of mother and daughter, but the noble quality of helping others always influenced me. Whenever it rains, I think of that aunt and the rain.

Rain Excellent Composition 1 1 Rain God is angry again, isn't it! It is still raining endlessly, as if there is a big hole in the sky.

The rain falls on the eaves drop by drop, tick by tick ... the rain flows down the slope of the eaves, misty. The steaming fog seemed to turn the city into a fairyland, and the rain kept falling.

An old woman is pushing a stroller to enjoy flowers in the park. Just as she was about to go home, it began to rain. As the old woman walked, she muttered, "Really, it's raining so hard, but she still has a stubborn temper!" " When she reached a crossroads, she suddenly stopped. It turned out that she didn't pay attention to her feet and stepped into a puddle. Look at the stroller again. Oh, my god, this wheel has sunk to the bottom of the water. Great! The stroller can't be pushed or pulled back. It's really hard to move!

A little girl was reading with relish on a park bench when she heard a bang. The little girl was frightened and ran home. Before she got to the community, she was soaked and shivering with cold. The book was also broken, and the girl began to cry, not knowing whether it was rain or tears on her face.

I saw a bus flying by on the road, splashing the rain on the pants of pedestrians, which caused them to curse again and again, as if a huge waterfall fell from the sky and turned this land into a flood beach.

"Hua-Hua", the rain is still falling. ...

Rain 12 Rain is the dew given by God and the starting point of children's laughter. It symbolizes purity and happiness.

It began to rain outside the window, and several children were playing in the rain with umbrellas. Every time I look at them, I can't help thinking of myself in the rain.

When I was a child, I liked to hold a small umbrella with my friends in rainy days and run and play in the rain. I like the splash when my feet step on the puddle, and the splash blooms behind us. If I accidentally fall into the water, I won't cry, I'll just giggle. I like to listen to the sound of rain beads dripping on the umbrella. The sound is so sweet that I am intoxicated.

It rained harder and harder, which brought me back to my senses. The rain jumped into the pool like broken beads, rippling, the fish jumped out of the water excitedly, the grass danced happily, the flowers bowed their heads shyly, the leaves rustled, and the seedlings in the field drank the water happily. The whole world is full of excitement.

The rain stopped, the sun came out and a gorgeous rainbow appeared in the sky. The air is fresher, the leaves are greener, the flowers are more gorgeous ... everything makes people involuntarily intoxicated.

Rain can nourish everything on the earth and bring vitality to nature; Rain left me many interesting childhood stories and brought me infinite joy. Rain, how much I like you, your gentleness in light rain, your roughness in heavy rain and your selfless dedication.

Yu You Composition 13 Open your eyes, it's already morning. The scene of last night is still in my mind. Last night, raindrops watered Uncle Tu like water on flowers. At first, raindrops tinkled on the ground, knocking out a light music. However, after a while, it rained heavily, and the raindrops jumped up and down naughtily on the ground, as if on a trampoline, jumping higher and higher. Later, maybe it was a little tired from the rain, and it slowly disappeared into the night sky.

Those pedestrians on the road who didn't take an umbrella saw that the rain had stopped, so they quickly ran out from under the eaves and prepared to go home, but they didn't walk a few steps and it began to rain again. The rain fell heavily on them, and with the symphony music, the trees along the road danced with the wind, as if enjoying something. It's raining harder and harder, which makes people feel that someone poured a bucket of water directly from the sky. The leaves were shaken by the rain, and the whole tree seemed to fall down. The rain, in this way, lasted all night.

In the morning, the flowers opened their smiling faces and there were a few drops of dew in the stamens. A gust of wind came, and the wind was mixed with the smell of rain beads. It's so cool!

Sitting by the window, I turned on my cell phone and saw a piece of news. Because of yesterday's rain, three centuries-old national treasure covered bridges in Taishun were destroyed: Wenxing Bridge, Xuezhai Bridge Bridge and Wenzhong Bridge. It's sad to watch the video.

Light rain can sometimes bring fun to people, but heavy rain that makes use of the power of the wild will bring unpredictable harm. This Mid-Autumn Festival, because the rain is a little different from the past, it not only "blows" away the moon, but also makes us unable to appreciate the regret of the full moon when we taste moon cakes, and also makes many things become disasters.

Yesterday, I saw all the animals moving in a hurry, and I remembered a proverb: ants move the snake gallery, and there will be heavy rain tomorrow. Sure enough, this morning, the sky was overcast, and the dark clouds gathered in the air like a meeting and spread to the earth like black gauze.

Suddenly, the wind came, and all the rubbish flew and danced a rotating ballet. Mother's scarf was also blown up by the strong wind. The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the red flag on the flagpole is tortured and kept calling "help!" Help! "The wind is really fierce! Soon the clothes on the clothesline were blown away without a trace.

A flash of lightning pierced the darkness, and after a thunder, it began to rain heavily. This is the dark clouds crying. What a sad cry! Crying all the time makes our family restless. The rain kept pouring down like a washbasin, splashing the soil into a river. If you listen carefully, you can hear many animals whispering, as if complaining about the weather ... just look up and feel the unbridled rain. I can't help thinking, how long will it rain? Do we have to wait until the Year of the Monkey?

Rain is a hateful villain. It keeps us indoors and can't go out to play. What's more, let our family "chicken fly a dog to jump", we really need to discipline it!

Rain excellent composition 15 rain seems to be a thousand magic fingers; It seems to be thousands of strings; Pop up a changeable sound.

Spring rain is gentle, summer rain is turbulent, autumn rain is desolate, and winter rain is cold; Because the seasons are different, the mood is different. However, the color of rain is as beautiful as the sound of rain.

There are many excellent works describing rain in picture music and poetry. Line color and syllable melody are ethereal and transparent.

The thin rain flower, like a floating fog, is white, kissing people's faces lightly and feeling itchy slightly; And gently wet the clothes. Umbrellas, like sails, float and sink in the misty rain; Also like big wings, the southeast and northwest are boundless, drifting around because of the wind.

Silent rain, silence is better than sound; Funny rain really makes people happy. You can wander outdoors without a raincoat. Rain is like honey and wine, nourishing the soul.

This wonderful rain, this strange rain, is wonderful.

I remember the apricot blossom and spring rain in Jiangnan. Raindrops hit the awning, and there was also the fragrance of pear flowers in the rain. I remember the summer rain in the West Lake, full of vitality, and lotus leaves were all over the lake. I remember the autumn rain in Tianmu Mountain. The fog was locked and the treetops rustled. The pines and cypresses that support the sky are washed away by the rain, which is particularly vigorous. I remember the winter rain in Fuchun River, like crying, and the smoke from huts on both sides of the river was gloomy, like a colored pencil drawing.

It's a drizzly and breezy night, suitable for reading poetry and prose. On a stormy night, it is advisable to read horror sacred novels. Otherwise, it is a pleasure to invite a few confidants, make a few cups of strong tea, buy a bag of peanuts and light a candle. Wind and rain are more suitable for pregnant women, who often suffer from insomnia; A sound of wind and rain seems to leave people and whisper.

On the banks of the river, on the rows of cement columns, the porcelain covers of rows of street lamps are embedded between mountains and rivers like white jade balls, which vaguely shows the scenery of the West Lake.

The head of Chunyu Building is eight feet high. When are we going back to Zhejiang Chao?