A sixth-grade composition about rain

In daily study, work or life, we often see the figure of composition. With the help of composition, we can improve our language organization ability. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is a sixth-grade composition that I carefully arranged to describe rain. Welcome everyone to learn from it, I hope it will help you.

Looking at the dark sky, I know you are here. With the falling sound, I know you are coming; With the rhythm of ticking, I know you are coming; Feel the cool footprints on your cheek, I know you are here. That's how you came to me without hesitation, because there is a rainy season that belongs to you!

Watching your figure ripple on the water, my heart is attracted to you again and again. Rain, what a smart body.

I slowly pushed open the window and watched the distant mountains turn into a new green jungle under the scouring of tiny raindrops. I also want to feel the feeling of being washed away, so let the rain wash away all the grievances and frustrations in my heart. I rushed out of the house and let the rain wash over me. It was an immersive feeling, without a trace of stains, just dripping down my cheeks, flowing into my heart and taking away all the disappointments. It hit me more or less, and I felt the unique magic it brought me. Rain, bigger, this dry heart is waiting for your baptism.

In my mind, I used to hold an umbrella under the rain and jumped into the puddle again and again, thinking of the rainy day when I talked with my friends under the eaves. Now, I have no freedom and tranquility, and the imprisoned soul is too tired. I might as well take a bath under this rain, let this rain unload the burden in my heart and give me the motivation to meet the challenge!

Rain drops down the newborn lobules, and misty eyes look at this hazy world with a special taste, quietly and carefully reading every red flower and every green land under the rain. And the mind is no longer tired, but a relaxed feeling. The rain stopped, and I ran home with the pleasure of becoming a drowned rat!

There is no rain outside the window and the sky has cleared up.

Holding ginger soup and watching the sunset sink into the earth against the rainbow, I am full of longing for the future. Rain is innocent, beautiful and strange. So that I can be grateful even if I sneeze. Beauty fascinates me. Strangely, it makes me throw away the complicated thoughts that have accompanied me for a long time.

I am eager for the next heavy rain, and I am eager to stand in the rain next time full of victory and greater motivation. I think I will laugh and shout in my dream: "It's sunny when it rains!"! How beautiful! "

It was just clear in Wan Li when God suddenly changed his face. Suddenly, dark clouds were gathering and rolling, as if the sky were falling. All is silent, which is a little scary. The dull air rendered a thrilling and explosive atmosphere, like a tribe lurking around, murderous.

Thunder rumbled in the thick clouds, as if surrounded by thick clouds and unable to struggle, and the sound was dull and dull. Lightning in the distant sky, on the black clouds like broken cotton wool, screamed, flashing east and west, giving off dazzling white light, like handfuls of swords, stabbing the black clouds in the sky from left to right.

Suddenly, a purple light came. Just after that, I saw a flash of lightning spread out in the overlapping clouds, like a hungry python, with its mouth open and a huge roar. Before I could cover my ears, the thunder broke my eardrum.

Bang bang bang. Bean-sized raindrops are scattered, slow and slow, beating the rain on the balcony in an orderly way, which seems to be very leisurely. Naughty raindrops hit the river like steel balls thrown by someone, splashing high.

Suddenly, the wind blew hard. There was a loud bang, and the rhythm of raindrops was obviously much faster. Suddenly there was a clear sound, like being chased. Rain is scattered on the earth like scattered beads.

Then a white light flashed like a dragon. Wind speed and heavy rain poured down. The "rumble" of thunder is like a war drum on the battlefield, which rings for a while and is anxious for a while. It's getting closer. The gentleman who began to rain became crazy and became chaotic with the thunder. In an instant, the raindrops became a line and gave a "wow". Rainy days fall from the sky like collapses. Like pouring, like a wild horse coming out of the mountain, rushing and surging; The dragon of Judah went out to sea, thundering. Heaven and earth are connected together. I can't see anything. ...

Dadada dadada, the wind stopped raining. The sky was instantly blue, and Wan Li was clear. It's just that the raindrops on the branches reflect sunlight and look particularly mottled.

The sixth grade composition 3 describes the rain, which falls gently and quietly, slides down silently, and falls with good luck and bad luck.

A small raindrop fell happily from the sky and hit the road heavily. Then the brothers and sisters rushed down and scared the people in the street. Looking at the dry ground, gradually, gradually, it was wet by the rain of unity. Looking at the green leaves, I gradually became hazy. The sky is getting dark, dark clouds are swimming slowly, and the sun is covered by dark clouds, so there is no light. The fine rain, accompanied by the sound of the breeze breathing, is crisp and beautiful as a silver bell.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger. Looking around, like a thin needle, the rain falls on the ground and splashes; Falling on the roof of the tile, the sound of drumming is endless; Falling on the leaves, dripping rhythmically along the leaves; Falling in the stream, Bruru melted in the stream and flowed forward briskly. The rain is beating rhythmically, and all kinds of sounds are mixed together. I can only vaguely hear the rain. The pattering rain, footsteps lightly fall in an instant.

It seems to disappear, but it seems to gather in one place. Sometimes, with luck, rain falls on dry fields and thirsty people, turning grief into joy; Sometimes, with bad luck, rain will fall on flood-stricken areas and flooded vegetable gardens, making the situation worse.

The rain stopped and everything seemed to never come back. The ground is still wet, and there is a small puddle, muddy and muddy. The eaves are still dripping. Grass and leaves are covered with a layer of water mist, and the water drops at the tip of the leaves are clear and bright, like a crystal pearl, bending the leaves slightly. After a while, the dew dripped down and fell to the ground. The sky is still gloomy, without any sunshine, gloomy. It seems that everything has stopped, the air is quiet and everything around is still immersed in the downpour just now.

When the rain will come, when it will go and where it will go, you and I can't predict; Good and bad, good and evil, can only be resigned to fate.

It is a poetic natural phenomenon to describe the rain in the sixth grade composition. Poems such as "the blue buds under the mountain are short dipped in the stream, the sand road between the pines is clean and muddy, and it rains at dusk" or "it rains at night in the autumn pool" are really fascinating. Every time I read a poem about rain, I feel yearning, because this mysterious thing that changes from water vapor really feels subtle.

Rain can be divided into spring rain, summer rain, winter rain and autumn rain. Spring, after a spring rain, is often the beginning of a new year's life cycle. Scenes such as "only shallow grass can have no horseshoes" and "birds are singing everywhere around me" abound. Imagine a Jiangnan woman stopping at a stone bridge in front of a small bridge in the south of the Yangtze River to enjoy the scenery, accompanied by a misty spring rain like rain, fog and wind. Painters and photographers are destined to have a big fight here.

Summer rain is different from Yu Chunyu, and its characteristics are highlighted in the word "strength". Summer rain is often thunderous and powerful, giving people a shock. The rainbow after the rain often hangs high in the horizon, and the whole world is surprisingly quiet. Occasionally, a bird song breaks the silence and makes the whole person feel refreshed.

If you come to the forest alone with a burst of autumn rain mixed with mud and maple leaves, this scene is really poetic. Autumn rain is similar to spring rain, but not the same, just like rain is like fog and wind, but autumn rain gives people a kind of washing. If you see autumn rain in your spare time, you might as well throw away the umbrella that prevents you from indulging in nature, open your arms, close your eyes slightly, and get as close to autumn rain and nature as possible.

It is no wonder that there are few sentences describing winter rain in ancient poetry. Winter rain always gives people a biting feeling. However, when you are still on your way to school in the morning, a burst of winter rain can wake you up.

The rain is really attractive. The "knocking chess pieces and snuff" at the time of "rainy night in autumn pool" is also enough for some leisure. Let's walk into the world of rain and get close to the rain. If so, it's not for nothing that I write an article.

Listening to the sound of rain seems to be the joy of farmers' harvest. They thanked God for giving them rich fruits and never let them go hungry again. This rain is their joy. Listening to the rain seems to be the happiness of the grass. They thanked the earth and gave them rich nutrition. This rain is their joy. Listening to the sound of rain seems to be the joy of leaves. They thank the trees and feed them with their nutrition. This rain is their joy.

But listening to the rain today, I feel sad. Today's rain is the sad cry of the deceased, the despair and sadness of losing loved ones, and the helpless cry of lonely children.

At 20: 34 on July 23, at that shocking moment, people sitting on the train to Hangzhou didn't know that maybe this was their last dinner.

The wail of the dead made the earth tremble. With an earth-shattering noise, the train was violently loaded with a train stopped by lightning. Under the great impact, four cars derailed, and one of them fell under the viaduct.

Suddenly, the people on the train didn't have time to panic, just as the train hit, one died and one was injured. Children lose their parents, husbands lose their wives, and old people lose their children. It is raining harder and harder. Is it because God is crying for this tragedy?

We can't recover the tragic fact that happened on a summer night, so we can only try our best to search and rescue. Give strength to the wounded and let the dead rest in peace. In a short time, 3,000 fire officers and soldiers came from all directions, and volunteers joined the search and rescue team from time to time. Wenzhou citizens organize voluntary blood donation activities to ensure that there is enough blood to treat the wounded. If you can't help, just stay in front of the TV and watch the wounded being carried out one by one. We are very happy.

It has been raining, but in my opinion, it has become a kind voice of comfort to the injured and the families of the deceased. In the face of inevitable disasters, we should stick to the front line from beginning to end like this rain!

It has been raining, and there is no intention of stopping. It made a loud noise and stirred my heart. Thoughts fly wildly, and raindrops hit the leaves, stirring up layers of water mist and rising.

On such a rainy night, it's quiet but not silent. If there's nothing urgent, I'd rather lean against the window, sit on that cane chair, close my eyes gently, enjoy the relaxation and pleasure brought by the rain and listen to the sound of the rain quietly.

An energy-saving lamp illuminates the world in front of the window. When the rain hit the window and dripped down, I could still see clearly through a small piece of light in front of the window.

The rain is heavy and small, like playing the pipa, sometimes high and sometimes low; Sometimes fast, sometimes slow; Intermittently, like big beads rolling down the plate, my mood is changing and drifting with the ups and downs of raindrops.

I like the casualness of Jie Jiang's "previous step, drop by drop, until dawn"; Appreciate Li Mu's "480 Poems of Southern Dynasties, How many towers are misty and rainy"; I miss Liu Yong's beautiful and graceful "Sprinkling Rain and Washing Autumn on the River at Dusk" ...

The rain is pure, clean, smooth and happy, and my heart is galloping in the boundless field, because there is a full green that has been lingering in my heart.

When I was a child, it was a headache to go to school on rainy days. I was soaked in the rain. The road became muddy, and I walked on it carefully with my trousers on my arm, but I still couldn't escape. Children like me always have to clean up the river before they dare to go home. Those days are gone forever.

On such a rainy night, looking back on those past years, people always feel homesick. Although thousands of miles away, their hearts have crossed the barrier of mountains and melted into the vast fields with fragrant rice, fish and shrimp!

The sky outside the window is already very clear. Looking up at the sky, the sapphire-like sky caresses the earth and watches us quietly.

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"The weather is really good today!" Looking at the blue sky, I couldn't help laughing. However, something unexpected happened in the sky, and the originally clear sky was soon covered with dark clouds. Thunder roared and the surrounding air became violent. Wow, a dazzling laser scalpel cut through the gloomy sky, and the rain soon fell with my helpless tears.

I just got home from school, and I couldn't help crying with the beat of the world's rainstorm. Recalling the moment at school, tears kept falling like a broken line. Thoughts go back to that time:-crying, crying, I fell asleep. I had a dream: in the dream, a man held up an umbrella for me above my head. She asked, "Why are you crying here?"

I told her about it, and she said, "Why don't you try to get out of this haze?" "There is smog all around, why go out?" "How do you know is haze? If you don't look for it, how can you find that the smog is not as big as you think? Find a way out! " So I staggered to the bright side. After a few steps, I found that the surrounding sky gradually became cheerful and the shade gradually became clear. When I stepped into the light completely, I found that the rain was only a small place, and the dark clouds were surrounded by clear sky. After I went out, the dark clouds began to disperse. ...

Later, I woke up, looked out of the window and found it was sunny. The sky is not so bleak, but it is still so beautiful after the baptism of wind and rain! The voice seemed to ring in my ear again: remember, don't wander in the same place, don't meditate in the dark, and don't cry in the rain. Look ahead, don't look back, just face it bravely, and you will find that the haze of scores is just a short rainy season; Looking ahead, there is still a bright day, and people will not feel confused.

On rainy days, it must be very pleasant to sit by the window and watch the rain clear.

When the spring rain "trickles" into the world, when it falls all over the sky like a silver thread, like a broken petal, everything recovers. Raindrops fell on the stream, and a smile appeared on the stream's face; Raindrops fell on the roof, and the roof played a song. When the rain falls on the branches, maybe there will be a new green here tomorrow, followed by a beautiful sedan chair face. At this time, my thoughts have already drifted to the hometown of Jiangnan. There are bluestone paths in the room with white walls and black tiles, all of which are shrouded in misty rain. In this quiet alley, a woman dressed in Hanfu walked in the drizzle with an oil-paper umbrella ... Chunyu dare not be such a gentle woman!

If Chun Yu is a gentle woman, Yu Xia must be a warm girl. When Yu Xia met something unpleasant, she was immediately gloomy and soon had an attack. "Scratching" to roll down the big drops of tears. The umbrella face was smashed, and it was smashed with a frown. Things in front of me were smashed and even torn to pieces.

Compared with summer rain, autumn rain is much more elegant, but it is even more bleak in temper. She fell in the cool wind, like a wronged girl, crying in a low voice against the wind. When you look at the gentle hands of autumn rain stroking dead leaves and withered flowers, you will feel a little melancholy in your heart. Perhaps only the word "bleak" can describe autumn rain.

Winter rain is always unwilling to be lonely, but extremely impatient. She likes to hold hands with snowflakes and dance with the wind. It jumps on branches, windows, pedestrians' hair ... Humidity and cold pervade the world and people's hearts. But every time I jump halfway, the winter rain will give up, leaving only snowflakes flying all over the sky.

Sit by the window and watch the rain, taste the world and taste the rain.