Write a composition on rainy days.

1. It's rainy to write a composition. It was a rainy night. Because of the rain, the night suddenly became much longer, quieter and more beautiful.

Rain, accompanied by the night from the beginning, fell drop by drop, covering the night with a mysterious and beautiful veil. I closed my eyes and listened to the rain quietly, but I felt its beauty strongly. It is sometimes like a group of young children, subdivided and dense; Sometimes like a flock of birds singing, elk jumping; Sometimes, like drums, waves, beautiful forests and the rushing sea; Sometimes ... a muffled thunder flies through this rhythmic symphony, and it travels far and far with a deep and powerful voice ... After the thunder, continue to listen to this symphony. It seems to have changed its mood again, turning into the rustling of rain on the leaves; The tinkling sound of falling into the river, the pattering sound of falling on the roof ...

Insensitive sounds such as "boom" and "rush" formed an unknown March. After a while, the rain turned into a faint tick. Listening to this rhythmic and irregular ticking, a kind of sadness welled up in my heart. Rain moistened my heart and my eyes, and an unknown feeling hung over me. I obviously felt that I was shocked by it. I suddenly associate rain with a person's life course. When he was a child, he was so weak and full of fantasies. Then he grew up and did something vigorous. Later, when he was old, his life and soul quietly left his body with a beep on his heart rhythm machine. He ended his short life peacefully.

Night, rain, sadness ...

Lightning and thunder, flowers and trees, spring, summer, autumn and winter ... these are all treasures given to us by nature. Among these treasures, I like the sound of rain best.

So, I fell in love with listening to the rain. The rainy season all the year round brings me different spiritual experiences.

Chunyu is a quiet and elegant little girl. Du Fu's poem said, "Sneak into the night with the wind, and moisten things silently." Spring rain along the branches

Bud came quietly and people didn't notice. But as long as you calm down and hold a cup of fragrant tea in a quiet night, you can imagine such a picture in your mind: the earth is a good rice paper. When the spring rain gently touches the paper, the green will be scattered all over the ground ... At this time, a song "Moonlit Night on a Spring River" outside the window will ring in your ear: "..."

Yu Xia doesn't have such a good temper. Noisy all the way, jumping around in droves. Fall on ripples, windows, the ground ... knock on anything that can make a sound. That rhythmic voice seems to remind you that a rock party is about to start! Then, the wind roared and the sky was overcast. In order to light up the meeting place, lightning was invited, and suddenly night turned into day. Thousands of musicians played music when the baton in the conductor's hand moved. That momentum devours the bullfight and shakes your heart, and your heart can't help but turn up thousands of miles of waves, which makes people completely insomnia.

Autumn has always been called golden autumn. Then let's call it autumn rain and golden rain! In the golden rain, everything fell into the trough of the year. The continuous golden rain brought a little chill, but it also brought good news of harvest to farmers' uncles. Sometimes looking at the rain outside the window, I can't help but draw my own blueprint for life. My mind is like a broken kite. ...

Winter is cold in people's hearts, but winter rain is gentle and sincere. It falls slowly, taking off "white clothes" for trees, cleaning streets and injecting vitality into rivers. This is a symbol of the arrival of spring.

Listen to the rain and listen attentively, and you will be able to interpret the four seasons and realize the true meaning of life!

2. Writing a composition on rainy days: /e/search/result/index.php? Page = 0 & ampSearchid=2744 Wandering alone on a cold night, are you suffering from setbacks? Wandering in the dark street, do you magnify the pain because of the unsatisfactory life ... In fact, you often encounter setbacks and pains in your life, but only by adjusting your mentality and facing it in the right way can you live happily.

Frustration is the normal state of life. When encountering setbacks, don't blindly enlarge the pain and let it fill our hearts. We should learn to adjust our heartstrings and face them calmly. Su Shi, who suffered from relegation in his later years, calmly sang "a misty rain in his life" in the face of setbacks in life, faced up to setbacks, played down the pain and tempered Dongpo's bold and unconstrained ci style.

Sima Qian, who suffered from corruption, was looked down upon by the world and died in the face of the dead. His frustration is enough to amplify his inner pain and melancholy, but his calm mind and strong will have turned him from a humble temple minister to a China historian who writes history for the people. Historical records will always be shown to future generations. Stephen Hawking, who was studying for a doctorate but suddenly became seriously ill, faced with this unexpected and unimaginable setback, folded a boat for himself with a peaceful mind and reason, ferried himself into the universe, and explored the mysteries of natural science with "black holes" and "quarks".

It can be seen that when encountering setbacks, we should face them with a peaceful heart to alleviate the pain, which will not only make life gloomy, but also usher in a bright future of life after realizing our ambitions and make our own contributions to society and history. In fact, when we turn a page in history, setbacks will amplify the pain, so many people end up depressed.

Boyi Shuqi ate Wei and eventually starved to death in Nanshan. Everyone called him a righteous man. I only saw his stubbornness and ignorance of the truth that serving the country is really for the people, which made the pain of Li Dynasty kill him. Jia Yi, who regarded Qu Yuan as an idol, died in Changsha, coughing up blood every day, knowing that his son was crying blood, and finally died of depression ... Their stories made people feel sad. If they can face setbacks calmly, adjust in time with an open mind and overcome their pain, romantic talents will come to this point! Over the past 1000 years, neither you nor I can change. In ordinary life, people's calmness in the face of life setbacks is also worth comforting their hearts. The ridicule of vendors using fans to drive away mosquitoes and flies, the greetings and smiles of bicycle repairers to customers with greasy hands, and the powerful whistle of people riding bicycles to deliver milk in the morning ... all make us feel kind and warm. Their lives are overwhelmed and they will encounter many setbacks and pains, but they are still in a hurry. Like a tree on the edge of a cliff, they tell you that this seed of life, like soil, can be so strong and beautiful in setbacks and pains.

Friend, don't let setbacks blind your eyes, and don't let pain fill your heart. "A misty rain will encourage you and me." An eagle will fight in the sky, a tiger will roar in the mountains and a fish will travel all over the world.

People always learn to grow in falling and failing again and again, and always find hope in getting up and succeeding again and again. Flowers and applause, praise and honor are hard-won, and how much sweat and hard work, how many years and years are behind them.

There are flowers in spring, moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. Life is like a song. In the ocean of life, you may encounter some lost melancholy, some loneliness and a little hesitation.

Let go of some burdens, but grab some income all the way. Walking bravely on the road with heavy bags, jumping over the trickle and crossing the vast forest. No matter what, you and I will keep going.

Life is sprouting vigorously, and there is no reason to walk into the silence without retreat. The political teacher once said: "Everything related to money is biased by the word' Bei'", so I firmly believe that failure is also a kind of wealth, which gives people a kind of temper and motivation.

"The Xiongguan Road is really like iron, and now it is one step away." Life should be like this! I really can't afford to spend those extravagant hours. Tears have already soaked my skirt, reflecting the madness of dreams. I tried to move forward. Sweat and tears are intertwined, blurring my vision, but I firmly believe that even if there is only one reason, the grass will break through the ground.

Many good things have been grinded, and efforts have finally borne the fruits of victory, but I have always told myself that "full of losses and moderate gains". Maybe happiness can depend on fantasy, but happiness depends on reality. Look back at the road you have traveled, no longer blank; Look up and stare at the road to go, no longer far away.

"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers" is our nature, it is our character to get up calmly after falling, and it is our character to dare to try countless times, because youth is in our hands. We believe that anything is possible with down-to-earth struggle.

After the storm, some beautiful flowers will always fall, but the flowers are not discouraged, because she found the most gorgeous sunshine hidden behind the dark clouds, and the fresh air gave her courage. No matter what, she will not give up or give up. Think about the third year of high school: the grass grows in March, the birds fly, the bags are packed in May, and we go our separate ways in June.

How much time do we have to recall the past, lament the failure, and have the mood to love is just a fleeting process. Turn around, don't let failure fascinate your staring eyes, and don't bind your flying wings.

Remember, after the storm is a rainbow.

3. Write a 600-word composition about rainy days.

God, it's so gloomy. Although there is no sun, it is sultry. Cicada singing in the trees has a low and slow voice and a weak voice; The spider is busy mending its delicate gossip net; The ants nervously moved the delicious food out of the cave. The grass hung on the ground. Willow is also like a patient, with weak branches. We sat in the shade to enjoy the cool, but there was no wind. The air is still, and the sweat seems to fly away, as if it had turned into steam before falling to the ground. Ah! At this time, it is going to rain!

Good things always happen after a severe pain. After three days of gloomy and sultry weather, it's raining again! Look, the grass is swaying with the wind, as if happily receiving the moisture of rain. Rain rolled down the green grass stalks and suddenly entered the soil. Willow spread its branches and leaves, swinging its branches happily in the rain. In such a hot summer, those branches that have long been yellow and dry can become lush at this moment. Can't it be blamed on the heavy rain? It was the rain that brought every leaf back to life.

"Hua", the rain is getting bigger and bigger, and it falls on the eaves in strings, splashing one crystal spray after another. The naughty child immediately ran over and stepped on the splashing water with a smile. In a short time, the sound of rain mixed with children's laughter and music formed a cheerful melody. I can't wait to rush into the rain, open my arms and look up, and let the falling rain drop on my face. I enjoy the freshness brought by rain, it can remove the troubles in my heart, and it can make my heart as clear and transparent as raindrops.

At this moment, the street is a sea of umbrellas, like a flowing sea of flowers. Imagine how many touching stories are being interpreted under the umbrella. Is it the first encounter between Xu Xian and White Snake on the broken bridge, the back of mother after class, or the fun of friends going home side by side on the way after school ... Does every umbrella hold up a clear sky? If there is no rain, we won't feel the deep warmth under the umbrella!

Ah! It's sunny when it rains!

I've been thinking about it for a long time. If it is not enough, it can be replenished.

4. Write a composition on the topic "It's nice to rain". It was nice to live under a tile house when I was a child. Whenever it rains, I can hear the intermittent and piercing 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, like my real heartbeat.

5. Write a rainy day diary and show it to me early in the morning. Open the curtains and see that the windows are covered with water droplets; Ah, great, another rainy day.

It rained for ten days, half a month or even a month. The wet clothes in the room were like ten thousand flags, and the walls and floors were all wet. I didn't complain. Rainy days always take me to another place where I can enjoy my happy childhood again.

At that time, in my hometown Yongjia, Zhejiang, I was only six years old and slept in my mother's warm arms. It was dawn, and I was relieved to hear the rain on the back of the tile.

Because of the rainy days, my mother doesn't have to get up early to cook, so she can lie under the hot bed for a while. I can't bear to sleep, and I won't let my mother sleep, clamoring for her to tell stories.

My mother closed her eyes and told me the story of a rainy day: there was a blind man who had no umbrella on a rainy day. A passer-by saw his pity and took him home with an umbrella. When the blind man came home, he said that the umbrella was his.

He said that the two ribs of his umbrella were tied with twine and there was a hole in the handle. You are absolutely right.

It turned out that he touched it with his hands while walking. The umbrella owner smiled and gave it to him.

6. Write a story about rainy days in 20 words.

Ding, Ding, after school, the students rushed out of the classroom. Singing, carrying a schoolbag, walking happily on the way home.

Oh, my God, this April! It's really changeable. It really looks like a child's face. It was a beautiful sunny day, and soon it was covered with dark clouds. Walking, the thunder was loud and it rained cats and dogs. One by one, the students opened their umbrellas and had to take a step, holding their heads in their hands and running home in a hurry.

Li Ming was waiting for the No.8 bus on the platform when suddenly two students came from there. Xiao Fang said to Xiao Liang, "Isn't that Li Ming? He didn't bring an umbrella! " They walked beside Li Ming, and Xiao Fang said to Li Ming, "Li Ming, let's go home together!" " "They got off the bus together. Xiao Liang said to Li Ming, "Li Ming, hit my umbrella and go home!" " ! "Li Ming said," Let's take an umbrella and go home! " "

They chatted under umbrellas. How happy they are! Li Ming said, "Thank you for taking me home." Xiao Fang and Xiao Liang said with one voice, "You're welcome. This is what we should do. We are all good friends! " Li Ming said, "Goodbye! We are good friends, let's play together tomorrow! "

7. I am eager to write a spring breeze of not less than 500 words on the topic of "It's good to have rain", leaving people with infinite warmth; Mist, flickering, makes people feel very dreamy; The snow in winter falls lightly, making people feel delicate and smart. They are all beautiful, but I don't think they are as beautiful as rainy days.

I used to like rainy days, but I can't find the reason. I just liked them blindly and inexplicably until-

It rained again, and my depressed mood suddenly improved a lot. It seems that the ray of sunshine covered by clouds emerged from the clouds and shone into my heart. I stretched myself, got up and walked to the window, looking at the moving pictures of pedestrians and colorful umbrellas on the road. The weather forecast said it would rain last night, but some people still didn't bring umbrellas. The girl dressed in fashion over there is walking in the rain without shelter. She is going to be soaked to the skin. Suddenly, a fast-moving grandmother came over, held an umbrella over the girl's head and walked into a shop with her. The conversation between them was unknown, and then she saw the girl smiling and watching her grandmother turn around and walk into the rain. Cutting is so tacit, so beautiful! Oh, a man left something in a hurry, and the person behind him picked it up for him and walked a few steps to return it to him. This warm episode makes people sigh: rainy days are really good!

Looking at the crowd running in the rain, my eyes blurred and I couldn't help thinking of rainy days. I brought an umbrella after school, and my parents came to pick me up for something. When I was in a hurry to find a way, my best friend ran away I thought she would gloat first as usual, but she just clung to me with a small umbrella, talking and laughing all the way, enjoying the clear rain, and the rain was attracted by it, and got into the umbrella with her peers. At that moment, I really felt so warm! It's sunny when it rains!

Rainy days washed away the dust of the earth, making the world look brand-new and sprouting a thriving green. Rain has also washed people's hearts, making people linger on a long-lost emotion-that is love!

Rainy days make me feel a different kind of warmth; Rainy days let me understand true friendship; Rainy days make me realize the purity and beauty of my heart.

It's sunny and rainy.

I hope the landlord will adopt it

8. Write a composition "It's childish to rain". It's good to be in Jiangnan when it rains. It's misty and rainy. Alleys flow quietly between small towns, and people or things in small towns are interpreted with elegant gestures. These short houses are covered with dark tiles. Some grass floated from nowhere in the gap, and a small plant was humble but quiet, waiting for the arrival of rain. When it rains, water falls through the cracks. Form a string of wind chimes. I will deliberately walk under the eaves and enjoy the feeling of raindrops falling on my head. Once, once, it seemed like a trembling spring. Then, the ditch in front of the door will ring loudly It's thin, soft and shy. There will be shallow water sliding across two palm-wide ditches, changing into all kinds of strange lines and lines, intertwined, reflecting the low eaves. Occasionally. After all, it flows far away. And the marble of the little boy next door, gorgeous and pure. After a while, you will hear the sound of "snapping". The two-year-old boy was barefoot in the ditch, with one hand clumsily grasping the corner of his trousers and the other paddling in the water. A kind of joy overflowed my heart. At this time, mother's reproach sounded and the alley became lively. The rain is also beaming. Bluestone soaked by rain has been spread to the edge of uncle's yard. The old banyan tree stood there. The leaves in the rain are green, dense, static and waiting. Always support the people in the alley. The roots are embedded in the bluestone, paving the way to the street. Very wet and poetic. Children in slippers are stepping on the road under the tree. Draw the vigorous shape of the old tree under the eaves. Like a lilac, he tells the story of an alley under his bush. It rained, nourishing the thick trunk of the old tree, sucking away the dust in people's hearts and soaking the things in the alley. Alleys flow in small towns, in misty rain and in people's hearts. How nice! Tell it in a constant attitude-on this rainy day.

9. How to write "It's good to rain" A teenager's heart is like a glass window. Although it is crystal clear, there are curtains hanging inside. However, no matter how thick the rain is, the tenderness of warm sunshine will overflow into the heart. -inscription: rain, falling, falling ... in this late autumn, the fallen leaves don't seem to welcome this cold rain. The sky is bright. Without an umbrella in my hand, I hid under the eaves. But complaining won't help. You see: the concave part of the street has ripples, which are rapid and continuous. A few fallen leaves whirled in an arc in the rain, and the car whistle stretched weakly ... I couldn't restrain my resentment any longer and rushed into the rain. "God forbid, can this little thing trap me?" Stepping on the splash, leaving a symphony of rain behind. "Hey, get out of the way!" Suddenly a pair of feet appeared in front of me, and my hand was placed in front of my forehead. But this man didn't respond. I looked up. It is a boy. His eyes are more radiant under the rain-woven sky, with an umbrella in his hand. It looks big. "I saw you running in the rain from a distance. Didn't you bring an umbrella? Shall I take you home? " The tone seems a bit ridiculous. The rain fell obliquely under the umbrella, the ice was on my face, and there was a little cold wind. "I don't know you. I'll be fine in a moment. Anyway, my clothes are wet." I left this sentence behind and rushed into the rustling autumn rain again. Although you are polite on the surface, you don't think so in your heart: who are you? I just think you look familiar. Why do you look like a bad person? It is raining faster. The footsteps of the night are getting closer and closer. "It's a bit sad to treat kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs!" An umbrella appeared on my head, and when I turned around, it was him. I was a little impatient and frowning, and I was about to speak. He pushed me out with one hand and put his hand in my hand with the other, and said with a smile, "I don't know what to say." I just stepped back. He might know something. "Maybe we will be in the same class or university in the future. This is how friendship is established. " "Xie ..." Before I finished the two "Xie", he had stepped into the rain. His figure is becoming more and more blurred. The rain is still pounding the world, but I am standing under the umbrella. The rain outside the umbrella seems to be no longer so cold, so icy, so urgent, so slow and so rhythmic. Suddenly, the weather became warmer and the rain became warmer. Sixteen-year-old flower season, there are sincere friendship, but also sunny rainy days, when such a rainy day of friendship, be careful that the door is knocked down by the rain, of course, will say: "It's good to rain!" " (Comment: The author used a small incident in the rain to describe "it's innocent and good to rain". It was on this rainy day that the author experienced sincere friendship and human warmth. He was annoyed because there was no umbrella in the rain. Through the story in the rain, he changed the author's view on the rain, which naturally led to "It's innocent and good to rain! "In addition, the author pays attention to contrast the characters' psychology through environmental description, which is very successful and worth learning from in future writing. (Qiu) It's good to teach Class 3 of junior high school in Zhaizhai on rainy days. It's an angel's crystal tears, which fall into the calm lake bottom and ripple in your eyes. It ripples in my life. There is no season or even reason in ................ Beautiful rain, isn't it? I have always liked its elegance, detachment and faint bitterness. So I thought quietly, is it a fairy? Just to purify the world and benefit everything ... Chunyu is a quiet little girl, floating quietly. The poet Du Fu has a poem "Good rain knows the season". On such a spring night, you just need to calm down, make a cup of green tea and start painting: the earth is a good rice paper, and the spring rain is a pen full of green leaves. Gently, the green leaves will faint. Yu Xia is like a naughty boy. If you don't pay attention, it jumps all the way and plays very noisy. It knocks on everything that can ring, and then knocks on the window glass, as if to remind you: attention, a wonderful rock music is about to begin! Then you will hear a beautiful melody. In order to light up the venue of the performance, lightning is also invited from time to time to join in the fun. At that moment, the night is like day, and you will see thousands of musicians playing their notes in an orderly way. Unconsciously, one muffled thunder after another came from a distance and came to listen to this most outstanding movement. All summer night, you can indulge in it with Wu Bi Cuizhu. The sonorous melody makes people excited. In autumn, the rain will be golden. Listening to the golden rain, everything became silent. From this golden rain, I seem to hear the sound of gongs and drums celebrating the harvest. In the golden rain, farmers harvested rice, teachers harvested hope, and I also harvested beautiful feelings. Winter rain is gentle and sincere, falling unhurriedly, melting ice and snow; It falls slowly and washes away the dirt; It landed slowly, ready for the arrival of spring. Listen to the sound of winter rain outside the window. This is clearly the prelude to spring. What a wonderful melody! Rainy days are the sounds of nature brought to you by elves. She will let you have the purest and most beautiful mind and enjoy the endless fun she brings you! It's sunny when it rains! (Comment: The title of this article is unique and the inscription is skillfully used. The author quotes poetry into the text, conceives fantasy, and describes it from the perspective of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Many rhetorical devices such as personification, parallelism, metaphor and exaggeration are used in the article, which fully shows the author's profound literary foundation. This article is a masterpiece. -Sun Wei) It's nice to be a teacher in Class 3 on a rainy day. I can't think of the sadness of "fireworks, spring rain, clear mountains and seas", and I can't get rid of the sadness of "autumn wind and autumn rain", but I can't help but be moved by the free and easy feeling of "young people listening to the rain pavilion upstairs and losing their minds with red candles" I like rain, especially spring rain, which is not as majestic as summer rain.