Composition of rain outside the window

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The rain outside the window composition 1 The rain outside the window, like a hazy hit on the rear window glass, came at us one by one, accompanied by the footsteps of the car engine.

The rain outside the window, with the speeding of the car, began to become Xichang's, just like the rain of cotton silk. Under the action of the wind, they seem to perceive something, gently but quickly. We hardly heard any voices during the period, which made us feel their strong appeal.

Somehow, I think they are independent, lonely and friendless. A closer look reveals that the rain above falls from the floor and blends with the rain below. It seems that wherever there is her partner, she goes. I looked at them with ecstasy: one after another, one after another, and finally disappeared in front of my eyes as winners; Once again ... they fell again and again, joined together, fell again ... and soon disappeared into the vast rain curtain, leaving only traces of their slipping on the glass. Why is this? I can't help being surprised. They are proving that they have been here before, and they are guiding new raindrops. Take the identity of a tour guide as their road and walk through this mileage in a special way. I just realized that they are not lonely, independent, and not people living in their own world. They have team spirit, dedication and enthusiasm.

The rain outside the window is still falling, and the raindrops are still beating against the window glass. They are still merging, merging, slipping and disappearing as always ... The difference is that I have learned that raindrops have such a strong consciousness that people are the masters of the whole world. In this regard, we should help those who can help as guides and guide those who get lost in special ways. In this way, our souls can.

The rain outside the window is so small, but in my eyes, it's a vast expanse.

The rain composition outside the window 2 A white crack crossed the gray sky, and the rain rained aimlessly.

In the speeding train, in order to pass the boring time, I watched with interest the falling raindrops swimming outside the window. Due to the extremely high speed of the train, the cold wind swept the water droplets that should have fallen straight, which is a sight that you can't see at ordinary times.

Look carefully, countless raindrops are like tadpoles in a pond in spring. On the window, several "tadpoles" dragged their long tails slowly, leaving a faint water mark. Most of those thin and dense "tadpoles" are neither long nor short, and they swim neither fast nor slow. My eyes follow them intently, and my interest in watching them is also very high. What a clever and lovely elf!

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, falling from the sky. There are "tadpoles" everywhere, and groups of them sneak back one after another along the originally open road; Several groups have found a new route and wound their way forward. I watched quietly, as if watching their strange group dance. Ahead, we are about to arrive at a stop, and the bullet train is slowing down. These dancing elves, like tadpoles in the pool, slowly turned a corner and dragged their tails downstream to draw a long arc. ...

The bullet train left the platform and set off again. After a short pause, tadpoles swam to the side with their long tails. The rain is getting smaller and smaller, there are fewer tadpoles, the swimming is slower and the tail is shorter. The weather is fine, and the tadpoles have made a curtain call on their crystal stage, leaving only a few transparent water marks on the window. I hope I can meet these elves again by bus on rainy days.

The rain outside the window composition 3 It began to rain outside the window again. I looked at the drizzle, as if I saw the figure in the rain again, the thin figure that could shelter me from the wind and rain.

That day, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back as usual. Just as I was about to step out of the house, my mother gave me an umbrella: "It's going to rain today, so take an umbrella just in case."

I looked up at the sky. It is blue, with large white clouds and a golden sun. There is no sign of rain at all. When my mother turned and walked in the door, I slipped my umbrella back.

The time of day is fleeting. When the bell rang, I walked out of the classroom excitedly. I was dumbfounded as soon as I arrived at the door of the classroom. The raindrops as big as beans fell in a scratching way, and the wind beat around with the dense raindrops, and the glass window immediately blurred, and water poured down the glass. Many students came home with umbrellas, one after another, leaving me alone. Looking at the window full of water droplets, I vaguely saw my desperate eyes.

At this moment, a figure came into my sight. I am like a child who sees a glimmer of hope in the dark, and my excitement is beyond words. "Mom!" I let out a cry and ran towards the figure, splashing countless times along the way. I threw myself into my mother's warm arms and refused to let go. "Well, go home." Mother patted me on the head to show comfort. I looked up at my mother's gentle eyes, and tears could not stop flowing down.

That scene is deeply imprinted in my mind and treasured in my heart. I will never forget that rainy day, that figure in the wind and rain.

The rain outside the window is always so sunny these days, the sunshine is so gentle and lovely, and there are some small cirrus clouds in the sky.

However, today, when I just woke up from my sleep and climbed into bed to breathe fresh air, some Mao Mao rain hung on my face. It's raining. I feel incredible. I opened my sleepy eyes and found that, sure enough, everything seemed so gentle under the drizzle.

Looking into the distance, several chestnut trees waved to me in the breeze and drizzle. They shook their bodies as if to say, "It's so comfortable, the spring rain is picturesque!" " "I am also immersed in this soft world, and some troubles have drifted away with the wind and rain, leaving me alone to face everything and enjoy the gift of spring.

The noisy city in the past has also quieted down at the moment, which is really quiet. I can't hear the whistle of the car, but it's the song of birds in my ear. People are really tired and tired of repeating busy life. So why not enjoy the fresh, moist and quiet moments brought by the spring rain ... Let the spring rain take away the troubles and noise, at least at this moment we feel happy and relaxed.

Inadvertently, I saw several pots of plants on the balcony of the opposite house, some small and some strange potted plants, swaying under the drizzle. At this moment, they must have gained unprecedented happiness. Why else would they dance so happily?

The rain outside the window is so casual and beautiful. This rain makes young grass, young trees, flowers and tired people abandon all other thoughts, and at this moment, they are calm for it.

Rain composition 5 standing on a tall building and looking out of the window, you can see the beautiful scenery of Nanjing; Standing in the classroom and looking out of the window, the playground with red runway and green lawn is full of vitality; Sitting on the plane and looking out of the window, I have the most changes, surprises and feelings.

I remember when I first flew to Xiamen, it was the rainy season in summer. It became cloudy and rainy. I thought to myself, "Can the plane fly normally in rainy days?" My worry is unnecessary. My father told me, "As long as there is no rainstorm and lightning, the plane can take off normally." Sure enough, the plane took off on time. I sat by the window and looked out of the window. It's gray outside, and raindrops cross the window from time to time. As the plane climbed high into the air, we got farther and farther away from the ground. I saw huge dark clouds outside the window. Some are close at hand, some are far away. The plane rose higher and higher, and gradually, I felt the clouds getting brighter and brighter, and the black before the color faded became clearer and clearer, as if there was light. I asked my mother, "Has the rain stopped?" Before my mother could answer, a large piece of white cotton candy floated in front of me. It turned out that the plane had broken through a thick layer of dark clouds and the blue sky was spotless. White clouds show themselves unscrupulously on this blue curtain, sometimes ethereal, and sometimes Ma Benteng. The sun hides behind the clouds and uses it to set the white clouds with Phnom Penh, and the white clouds are instantly infected with brilliance beyond purity.

Looking at the unpredictable clouds, I was lost in thought. During that time, I had a hard time studying, especially math, and the whole person was very lost and depressed. In fact, isn't our study life just these clouds? There will always be all kinds of setbacks and difficulties, either cloudy or stormy. If we don't have the courage to overcome it, we will always be in the dark clouds outside the window, and the situation will get worse and worse. The only thing we can do is to summon up courage, work hard, break through obstacles and reach the clouds in the clear sky of Wan Li. I believe, how can we see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? At this time, I looked out of the window again, and my heart was full of hope.

The rain outside the window composition 6 The rain outside the window is dripping, like a beating note. Open the window, close your eyes and take a deep breath. The air is so fresh, and the things around it are so refreshing. Looking up at the sky, the rain gently slipped from the blue sky like silk, and then looked down at the ground. Rain is like a crystal-clear "pearl", which is accidentally knocked down by people wearing necklaces and scattered all over the world.

Everything is so beautiful and comfortable. ...

Put on MP4 headphones and lie on the sofa to relax. The small desk lamp glows softly in the room, listening to soft music. I fell asleep slowly. In my dream, I saw Beethoven playing the moonlight, and there was an involuntary scene in front of me: the endless sea suddenly became rough, and then it was touched by a beam of moonlight and slowly calmed down. Although I finished playing, I haven't recovered yet. Then I heard Chopin's Mazzuca in F minor. Then a faint sadness quietly spread in my heart, mixed with the last thoughts of my old country and relatives.

It's good to go for a walk in the country once in a while during the holiday. Walking on the muddy narrow path, I bent down to pick a wild chrysanthemum and smelled its faint fragrance. The whole person is relaxed. When the weather is fine, you can invite a few friends, take a digital camera and take a souvenir in such a beautiful scenery. You can also do it in the open-air juice shop on the top of the mountain, drink sweet juice and enjoy the gentle breeze in Hexi. How comfortable.

I like rain, music and nature very much. I hope I can blend in with the picture one day.

The rain outside the window composition 7 The rain outside the window has stopped. It's a pity that I just came to the classroom in the rain, and now I'm wiping the rain with a paper towel, which makes people feel that the rain outside the window is really a group of bad children who love to play hide-and-seek with others!

Maybe the rain outside the window is just because she likes to play with us children, so she will get us all wet when we go out without an umbrella! It's like a feeling of deliberately approaching us, so that every child who doesn't remember to go out without an umbrella will take it with him all day. They may not think that their closeness to us will make us catch a cold and get sick, so they will always play tricks on us! Otherwise, we just walked into the classroom, how could they have disappeared? Leaving us only rain, we are disgusted and bored.

I thought about why the rain stopped outside the window and their naughty childlike innocence. I don't think I should be bored and disgusted with the rain. They obviously want to get close to us. How can I get tired of them? They just don't know that they hide in our hair and stick to our clothes, which will make us catch a cold and get sick. They are harmless to our intimate relationship!

Thinking like this, I feel a little embarrassed about the rain outside the window. I lie prone on the windowsill, trying to find their tracks. Even if some rain remains on me, I won't wipe them off with a paper towel. They may have worked hard for a long time to get close to us before they ascended to heaven, so that they could have a chance to be with us. If I erase them all, wouldn't that be erasing their lives?

The rain outside the window may be hiding, waiting for me, a child who didn't bring an umbrella to school, going home, ready to catch me off guard on the way to school. The rain outside the window may have finished. Some of them are still on us, some have been erased by us, and some have been trying to fly to the sky on earth.

The rain outside the window composition 8 The other night, it rained in my city.

I sat by the window wearing headphones and looked at the scene outside the window.

There seems to be no difference through a window. Isn't it? It was dark outside the window, only a few street lamps gave out faint light; The room is dark, too. Only the mobile phone with music is still on.

Even in the middle of the night, the dark clouds can still be clearly seen over the city, and the tall buildings under the dark clouds seem vulnerable and will collapse at any time. The rain that night seemed crazy. It, they danced wildly, smashed on the glass in disorder and made a violent noise. Rain fell on the gray concrete floor, blooming one black flower after another. This flower suddenly appeared and soon faded, flickering, rising and falling. The rain soon dyed the cement kerb black. It's still raining, and they are scrambling to fall and hit the earth. Rain seems to be enchanted, but it seems a little desolate. It threw everything at the window, leaving only water marks.

The wind is blowing. Rain as dense as a curtain and as fine as silk is blown like smoke, fog and dust by the wind. The wind with rain star, like looking for something on the ground, bumps from east to west. The wind is very strong, and the trees on the roadside are struggling and swaying in the storm. The tree is fine, but the leaves are blown off by the wind; What about the small one? Looks like it's about to be uprooted.

It thundered and the calm was broken. Thunder from far and near, majestic, joined the rain. These two thunders, one after another, strongly drowned out all other sounds. Including the rain outside the window, the music in the headphones, and the lingering crying in my mind.

It's raining, the wind is blowing, and with thunder, a flash of lightning passes through and cuts through the darkness. Day, suddenly lit up, even if only for a moment. But it was that moment that lit up the swaying trees, the eagle flying against the wind, and the retrograde people in the epidemic.

It was still raining, so I went to bed. It will clear up after the rain, and the epidemic will eventually pass. Look, now the rain has stopped and the flowers are in bloom. China is the dawn, and the sky of the world will be the dawn.

The rain outside the window composition 9 In recent days, the rain has been our guest here. It brought his nephew (Xiaoyu) and his eldest brother (Daewoo), who both wanted to stay here for a few days.

Rain quietly came to the world. It is like a lovely and naughty child running on people's roofs; Running on other people's clothes; Running in other people's windows. Oh, it's a prank. You see, people who didn't bring umbrellas got wet and ran home in a panic. Raindrop secretly smiled. Look, the clothes hanging on the balcony are all wet, but what can I do? The master is not at home. Raindrops burst out laughing.

Brother Feng came to help, too. Blow hard. Rain, it's raining harder. Help paint the road with a new coat of paint; Help the grass get vitality. Flowers and trees are "golden partners" and trees are dancers. The graceful dance fascinated the rain. Flowers are musicians, beautiful voices can only be sung by nature, and rain is intoxicated by them …

I don't know who threw a pot of thick black ink into the sky, and the sky was dark in an instant. People hid in the house in horror, listening to the rain. They are like a light note, which makes up a heavenly music: "Dong, Dong". At this time, tripterygium wilfordii came and sang in the sky. How powerful is the majestic tenor? "Vigorous" can be compared with China tenor Dai Yuqiang. I looked at the sky and listened to the rhythmic rain, and a feeling of fear came to me. I tried to control myself, thinking: In fact, nature is wonderful, but listen attentively!

"March's light rain is falling, and it doesn't stop ..." This song echoed in my ears again, becoming so kind!

The rain outside the window composition 10 without any warning, it rained obviously. First there was a burst of thunder, accompanied by lightning, and then it poured down, crackling on the corridor, splashing more or less, and soon disappeared.

The rain outside the window is still raining, like a pair of diagonally woven embroidery, with a magical and real mountain scene in the background. The mountain in the rain, the clear green color, is the general color of green stone. Rain, a magic brush, through the cool rain, this cool color is rendered, and a kind of misty rain ink is opened.

The mist that flutters gently is milky white, or like clouds of pure white gathered in the mountains on the canvas, or like a large piece of rich milk overflowing the top of the mountain, with this magical brush, a landscape is opened up.

Thunder roared, lightning flew by, and the rain rushed to everything on the ground with an eager mood, entered the puddle and plunged into the pond, causing ripples. The fish panicked and dived into the water, gurgling and spitting bubbles. As soon as the bubble surfaced, it was punctured by a rain needle. Three minutes, five minutes, ten minutes, the rain finally faded, and slowly, slowly, slowly turned into a refreshing light rain, fluttering in the air, dadada, dadada.

Light rain is not like heavy rain. It just falls gently and quietly, with some tenderness and freshness, as if to comfort all things that have been baptized by heavy rain. It falls and kisses the leaves, and then dances on the roof. I can't seem to hear the gentle rain. In this rain, some people seem to be just quiet, in this silence. The rain is fleeting, leaving a beautiful shadow, which makes people aftertaste. After the baptism of rain, the leaves are green and can overflow, reflected in puddles and scattered in light colors. You can hear the rustling of the wind outside the window, and the rain beads that slip quietly between the leaves ripple in the puddle, crisp! After the rain, the birds opened their throats to practice singing, tactfully, and the songs played by the stream were ethereal. There was a way and an inexplicable beauty.

After a long rain, the lingering sound of rain, but with the slightly glowing sky, constitutes a meaningful landscape.

Rain composition outside the window 1 1 Saturday morning, the weather is sultry. I am sitting at my desk reading a book. Suddenly, a loud noise startled me. Then, a white light flashed in front of my eyes through the curtain. I opened the curtain and looked out of the window, only to find that it had begun to rain in Mao Mao. Potted puddles have accumulated on the ground. I put down my book and went out with an umbrella. I walked quietly in the rain, feeling the freshness brought by the rain, and then I looked at the passers-by in the street. Some of them walked leisurely with umbrellas; Some are riding bicycles, riding slowly; Some people drove by at a gallop.

The rain is getting heavier and denser, and the water curtain has been hung in front of my eyes. Rain falls on umbrellas and roofs, and the sound on the asphalt road is accompanied by thunder, as if heaven is playing a symphony. And lightning, like a golden snake, dances wildly in the air, zigzagging at one moment and zigzagging at another, as if dancing with this symphony.

Gradually, the rain stopped. The thunder and lightning also slowly subsided. At this moment, there was another explosion? Does the dog blow loudly? Grass bows its head; Blow the umbrella into a horn; Blow people off the straight road. What will passers-by do at this time? Some of them walked against the wind with umbrellas; Some simply put away their umbrellas, bent their hands on their chests and walked towards the wind; Others walk with their backs to the wind to reduce its resistance. After the gust of wind, a rainbow appeared in the sky, colorful and beautiful.

Rain, when it comes, is so violent, but when it leaves, it is silent. Rain gives people a fresh and free feeling. It not only cleans nature, but also cleans the dust in the world and purifies people's hearts. In fact, isn't our life like this? Life will always encounter bumps, bumps like muffled thunder. After the shower, God will give us a new beginning. Don't see the immediate difficulties as the end, but the beginning. Because life is far more than a song in front of you, because there are poems and distant places. Let's remember, "How can we see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" Rainbow after rain is always the most beautiful smile.

The rain outside the window 12 The rain outside the window came off guard. ...

It was a weekend afternoon, and I was lying in front of the window, staring at the beautiful scenery outside. Unconsciously, the sky darkened, and the dark clouds in the sky accumulated more and more. The dense dark clouds covered the sky like a black quilt, covering the whole sky with sunshine. Suddenly, a silver lightning flashed across the sky, like a dazzling flash on the stage. Then, "rumble", thunder rolling, as if to scare people: "It's going to rain heavily!" Passing 18-wheeler, "pa! Bang bang! Bang bang bang! ..... "The rain beads fell, and the glass window was smashed with a" ding-dong "sound. In a short time, the rain beads became rain curtains, which filled the world and the world became a vast expanse of whiteness.

It's raining too fast. The tree that stretched in the sun just now seemed to have no response, so it was knocked out by the rain. They stood there quietly, like a row of punished children. It's raining harder and harder, and the tree seems a little overwhelmed. It trembled slightly. Birds perched in trees fly out from time to time, find it raining too hard, and quickly hide in their nests. ...

People on the road are also caught off guard, and some hold up umbrellas and continue to struggle in the rain; Some put on their coats and hurried on, suddenly soaking wet; Others simply find a place to shelter from the rain and watch the rain leisurely like me. ...

After a while, the rain stopped and a rainbow hung on the horizon, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. How beautiful! After the baptism of rain, I look at the world again and feel that the sun is shining and everything is lovely. The rain outside the window washed the world and my heart!

The rain composition outside the window 13 There is lightning and thunder outside the window, and the rain sounds louder and louder. The foggy world makes me walk in the rain against the wind and feel the sadness of another autumn rainy season. ...

The player is playing sad light music "No Regret", and bitter music passes through my heart. The crying of rain and the sadness of music make your memory drift to the hesitation of rain and fog again. ...

Recalling the past, time flows slowly at the fingertips and slowly slides down in the sad music. You've been away for a long time. Are you okay in the distance? Did you gradually forget the people far away, the thoughts that tortured people, and the vows? Do you remember the harm you caused me by spilling too many incomprehensible words along the way?

I revisited my old place yesterday, but I didn't have the taste of the past, no ink fragrance, only endless melancholy. I left in a hurry, afraid that the scars that touched my heart would show my face, and I was afraid that the tears that touched my heart would spill on the chest of the old place.

The wind outside the window blew wildly into the house with raindrops and brushed my face, feeling a little cold, tormenting my heart and reminding me of the sadness in those storms. ...

How many times have I told myself not to torture myself, because you are not worthy of my memory and nostalgia? In fact, I didn't deliberately miss you, I deliberately put you in my heart. Just moved by the weather on the spot, people can't get rid of those thoughts, let go of the one who remembers you. How many times have you told yourself to let go of your baggage and find a new world of your own? However, no matter how I put it away or forget it, it's all in vain. I don't know how many spring, summer, autumn and winter I have to go through before I can dilute that feeling and forget the meeting I shouldn't have come. It may take years, a century, or even longer.

I just hope there will be less rain, less cold wind, more warm wind, more sunny days and more coolness in autumn.

Lightning outside the window, thunder outside the window, rain outside the window, wind outside the window, the world outside the window makes me sit in the cool autumn and relive the sadness in my memory. ...

Rain composition outside the window 14 Didi Dada It began to rain in Mao Mao outside. I looked up at the window, only the drizzle outside the window accompanied me.

Mom and dad are not off work, in an empty house. I looked at the rain outside the window and remembered that I was bored at home alone. I have nothing to do but enjoy the light rain like a silver needle.

The blue sky has gradually turned into a black night, but the rain outside has not stopped, and it is getting bigger and bigger, like a child who can't find his way home. I looked at the dark sky, but I never found the moon illuminating the night, nor did I find a little starlight, only the dim light on the ground, but how can I illuminate the sky only in the dark?

It's raining harder outside, the window is groggy, and there are fewer and fewer cars on the road. Time passed by, and the rain outside the window still didn't stop. I stayed alone in my room and felt like rain outside the window. I just wanted to do something, and suddenly I didn't want to. Raindrops as big as soybeans hit the roof heavily. And the raindrops that hit the window slowly flowed down bit by bit, as if crying.

I stood by the window alone, enjoying the beautiful scenery, but I couldn't share it with others. Time seems to be slowing down, and it feels like every minute is long.

The rain fell and became the first rain in Mao Mao. Slowly, the rain stopped, there was a burst of footsteps outside the door, and dad came back! The world suddenly became warmer and more colorful.

The rain outside the window stopped, my father came back, and I was no longer alone!

Rain composition outside the window 15 that night, it was a bit gloomy. I stood at the window and stared at the dark mountain in the distance. Unconsciously, a little cold water dripped on my cheek. ...

The rain fell unscrupulously from the thick dark blue clouds, and soon the ground was wet. Looking from a distance, when did the dark mountain put on a white gauze coat? So light, so vague ... at the foot of the mountain over there, the small house has been covered with ivory gauze; There is a small halo on the lake, and then it ripples round and round, very quiet. ...

I approached the window and listened to its beautiful sound. "patter, patter" the rain hummed quietly, like a clear stream flowing. The wind came, the wind broke the quiet notes, led them to beat the drums and slammed them on the windows. The voice was thrilling and exciting, and then it began to slow down gradually until-there was no sound. I thought the rain had stopped, so I opened the window and took a deep breath of fresh air. Listening to the soft sound of leaves in the wind, "sasha vujacic" seems to make people fall asleep. The faucet over there is dripping with water and splashing the silver flowers in the jar, making a nice sound, just like the "drumming" accompanied by a lullaby just now. Just as I was intoxicated with the beautiful sound, the raindrops as big as beans playfully swept across my face for a "baptism". I quickly put my head into the room and closed the window. Rain is falling all still beating there, very rhythmically, slowly and silently, and then beating like a stone, and the wind "howled" with the backup singer. Vivid is a "combination of wind and cloud"!

It's getting dark, white smoke is coming from the chimney, but it's still raining. I clung to the window and looked out. Outside, it is full of vitality, green grass, colorful flowers, vigorous development and tall trees ... I breathed a sigh of relief at the window, which was marked with white, and I scratched it gently with my hand. ...