How to write a composition by observing the process of rain

1. How to write my rain observation diary?

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One day in the summer vacation, my father and I followed the car again. This time, I experienced a brand-new "rain".

As soon as we arrived in Hebi City, we saw a flash of lightning flying down like a dragon. I suddenly froze. In the blink of an eye, lightning disappeared without a trace. After a while, I just listened, drumming.

Knock, knock, knock my brain awake at once. I thought it was going to rain, so I got on the bus and rolled and crawled.

After a long time, the rain played hide-and-seek with us like a child and refused to show up.

So, I got off the bus again and continued to have fun.

After a while, I heard the last bell again, and suddenly it rained cats and dogs.

In the process of rain, I have nothing to do, just reading, no books; Play mobile phone. I'm dying. I just watch it rain.

After observing for a while, I also saw some doorways: for example, lightning first, then thunder; Thunder is also regular, usually playing drums; The shape of lightning is also very close to the shapes of animals and plants in the world, such as horses, monkeys, chrysanthemums and lotus flowers.

..... Also, the heavier the rain, the thicker and darker the clouds. On the contrary, the smaller the rain, the thinner and bluer the clouds.

After the rain stopped, the children ran out happily and played freely. Adults rode bicycles, got on motorcycles, got on buses and went to work happily.

A beautiful rainbow appeared in the sky after the rain.

2. Write sunset clouds to describe the process of rain.

Some people like the stars in the sky, some like the bright moon, and some like the fireball-like sun. But I like colorful sunset clouds.

The sunset glow is picturesque and refreshing. Whenever I enjoy the sunset glow alone, the fairyland-like sunset glow can always make me forget the troubles and fatigue of the day and put me in another world.

Sunset is like a painter adjusting colors in a palette. When he adjusted them, the most beautiful scene in the sunset appeared before our eyes. There is a "raging fire" in the endless western sky. At this time, the fire brigade arrived and they put out the fire immediately. When the sun goes down, the fire becomes smaller and smaller.

When the sun completely falls into the western hills, the fiery sunset also puts away the last ray of light with people's laughter.

Colorful clouds sometimes appear on the horizon around sunrise and sunset. The chardonnay seen in the eastern sky around sunrise is called morning chardonnay, and the chardonnay around sunset is called sunset chardonnay.

Haze is the result of sunlight passing through the thick atmosphere around sunrise and sunset and being scattered by a large number of air molecules. When there are many impurities in the air, such as dust and water vapor, its color is more obvious. If there are clouds, they will also be dyed orange and red.

The bright red glow before and after sunrise shows that there is already a lot of water vapor in the atmosphere, and clouds have invaded this area from the west, indicating that the weather will turn to rain. The appearance of a bright red and golden sunset indicates that the weather in the upper reaches of our western region has cleared up or the clouds have split, and the sunlight can penetrate to cause the sunset glow, indicating that the rain clouds hanging over the local area are about to move eastward and the weather will clear up.

3. Observing the composition of rain One morning, I was reading with great interest.

Suddenly, the sky pressed up. I looked out of the window and said, "Ah! Dark clouds in the sky seem to float from the northeast, just like countless vehicles passing in front of my eyes. "

Suddenly, only dark blue lightning rumbled. Scared me to hide in the quilt and dare not speak.

It seems that the rain in Mao Mao today is heavier than last night. Today's rain is a bit, blowing away the summer heat and welcoming the coolness.

People gathered in the street, holding each other's words, and walked out of the stuffy room to meet the incomparable coolness. In the rain, small trees and grass are shaking their bodies, as if to say, "We are not afraid, how cool it is to take a bath!" " Let the storm come more violently! " .

They look greener in the rain. Ha, the sound of rain is getting smaller and smaller, only the sound of rain like a bell is heard.

Rain splashed on the ground, causing ripples. Like an elf jumping in the water, and like a rhythmic note.

I believe that the crops will grow sturdily after the rain, and on this beautiful day, these scenery have become beautiful and melodious music; It has merged into a harmonious picture. The rain gradually stopped and a beautiful rainbow appeared in the sky. Houses, trees and roads were all washed away by the heavy rain.

Write a composition about observing a natural phenomenon (observing rain).

I like rain. The lingering of spring rain and the rustling of autumn rain, especially in rainy summer, are so magnificent and shocking that dark clouds roll, thunder and lightning, wind and rain come and go from time to time. This feeling is indescribable and unparalleled.

In fact, the most beautiful thing is the spring rain. The breeze carries the light rain in Mao Mao, and the willow branches and leaves are misty and full of infinite poetry. The drizzle is like a graceful girl, dancing gently with a gentle waist, brushing your black hair and kissing your cheek. It is so gentle, gentle. Spring rain is as expensive as oil. It nourishes everything on the earth, just like a warm and peaceful mother. A calm mood will not surge into fanaticism.

Autumn rain always gives people a coolness, but it is the desolation that kills everything. It seems to be the calm that should be after the surge of * * *, perhaps the rest after fatigue, and the time to accumulate strength to show yourself again. There is a kind of hope, a kind of expectation full of * * *.

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

I like running in the storm. Let the huge raindrops hit the body, wash the cheeks, soak every pore of the whole body, let the rain flow around like a river, and let the thirsty skin greedily feel the intensity of raindrops. Open your arms heartily, face the storm and let out a cry that goes deep into your heart and lungs. At this time, the mood is so excited, so surging, completely dissolved into the madness of the storm! Standing in the rain, I am proud of the four fields, as if heaven and earth were the only one!

Life is like rain, spring rain is gentle, summer rain is unrestrained, and autumn rain grows.

5. Observe the composition of the rain after the rain, bit by bit, knocking on the transparent glass, mottled traces, bit by bit, connected into a line of missing, extending southward and boundless.

I want to reach out and touch the bits and pieces that make me miss. When I touch them, I only feel a chill hovering around. Those traces disappeared, disappeared without a trace, only my icy heart beat on the glass. Walking under the tide, the rain keeps falling and falling, as if crying for someone. Maybe I feel sorry for someone, but I'm not good at expressing myself. I can only use these cold tears to resolve the cold gap between them.

Savor this piece of music carefully and chew its meaning carefully. It seems that instead of tapping a note with a slender fingertip, it expresses its true inner world. Instead, close your eyes slightly, clear away all distractions in your mind, solidify the blank on your fingertips, and convey your feelings for the piano with your fingertips.

The mark of rain has settled in my heart. Raindrops are slowly ending, listening to it, belonging to its rhythm, belonging to its silence, slowly flowing in my heart, like a hot spring brewing.

Carefully stroking the mark left by the rain is so clear and familiar, as if there is a warm current, as if expecting something. It's just looking for its home.

Rain without belonging, searching aimlessly. Maybe in some places, it will find their little traces, that is their tears, that is their last traces. Infiltrate into the mossy slate bit by bit, into the vast ocean bit by bit, and into the earth bit by bit. It's just looking for where it belongs, it's just looking for their home.

However, if you are not careful, you will be mercilessly dropped by God without expression, and the silent and endless raindrops will leave a raindrop mark. This is also a foolish idea. One day I will find my home, which is no longer a sign of sleeping in rainy days.

> > Who is playing a sad song for the mark of rain? The rhythm of the song is so exciting, and the tune of the song is so ups and downs, as if you were in this song.

And who is it, playing a sad and soft melody for the imprint of this rain, has been gently kneading my heart. Let me feel the beauty of liberation.

And the mark of rain is just a flash in the pan. Gorgeous tunes, beating my heart.

Who can know, who can understand the deep sadness? The imprint of rain, short-lived beauty, who is singing for this dull but unreal imprint, who is playing music for this ordinary and insignificant raindrop.

Save for a rainy day and cool colors are soft. If I am not the mark of rain.

Continuous rain, gentle sadness, if I am not the mark of rain, then I still have no belonging, just falling from the cloudy sky and being decomposed by the sun. But I still choose to be the mark of rain after all, because this is an unchangeable fact.

6. How to observe the rain and write a good composition about it? Thunderstorms in summer come when they come.

After lunch, I sat at the window and did my homework. I feel a little cold. It's going to rain. At the moment, the wind is blowing hard and the sky is gloomy.

Then it began to rain. It is raining harder and harder, and it is threatening.

The rain brushed down like countless lines, scouring the rows of trees in front of the door. Suddenly, the rain blew into the window with the wind and wet the exercise book. I quickly closed the window.

The rain poured down. I looked out through the glass window, and there was a huge bead curtain hanging between heaven and earth, which was gray.

Rain dripped on the roof tiles, splashing, and the whole roof was shrouded in mist, and the leaves and flowers were bright green. The rain is getting smaller and smaller, the sun is coming out of the clouds, and the earth is shining with great light. The earth is fresh.

Rainbow hangs in the vast sky like an overpass. When I opened the window, an obvious earthy smell came to my face.

A flock of birds fly freely under the blue sky and rainbow. They fly higher and higher, farther and farther.

7. Anyone who has an essay about observing the rain (about 500 words) will get extra points for the rain.

Pieces of surging transparency cut through the air and sang softly in front of a dark gray background. Like a sudden pipa, it pours down and glides across the sky with a cool breeze. Notes are flying in every corner, soaking all the gloom.

I think of the alleys in the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River. Jiangnan women, as gentle as rain flowers, are scattered on the cold bluestone board, vaguely remembering their childhood scattered in mottled leaves. Will there be a woman wearing a cheongsam and holding an umbrella, walking quietly and alone, and then entering the yellowing time? The rain jumped from the top of the mountain to the mountainside, into the fence and into her eyes. Is the woman who lived in the world of mortals thousands of years ago still stringing beads of rain, waiting for her brother next door? I don't know why, I want to see it through the rain curtain thousands of years ago.

Rain is a monument, full of passers-by and stories, chewing all the unknown beauty and melancholy, which is simply gorgeous. Miraculously, not being watched.

Those smiles and tears written on raindrops were buried at the moment when the sun penetrated the sadness, leaving no trace. Rain is the witness of history, which goes on and on, born in cold and dying in warmth, singing everything in this world, deep and solemn, but light and smart.

The rain has stopped. But will the rain stop? .

I love the spring rain, I love its beauty, I love its flowers and birds, I love its vitality, and I love it even more.

The spring rain cleaned the dust on the tree, and the tree was new and green, and the branches were dyed green, which was particularly dazzling. The grass is holding elegant buds on the loess, and the buds reveal the breath of spring and shine green.

Under the shower of spring rain, peach blossom powder looks like a rosy cloud, just like the smiling face of the little girl in the painting, full of affection; Pears are as yellow as gold, like small golden bells hanging on branches, which Ying Ying gives to people; Pear blossoms are as white as snow, dancing like fairies in white gauze skirts; Golden rape flowers and green seedlings are like a yellow-green carpet. The fine spring rain fell obliquely on the calm river like ox hair and flower needles, and the calm river immediately became lively. The lake is like a clear, bright and wide spring rain stage, and the rippling ripples are like the rhythm of spring rain singing and the melody of dance.

Willow beside the river twisted its soft waist with the melody of spring rain. Cuckoo couldn't wait to sing "Cuckoo, Cuckoo" ... The spring rain fell in the field and the seedlings swallowed the rain. The farmer's uncle looked at the spring rain with a smile on his face. "Spring rain is as expensive as oil." They look forward to a good harvest this year.

Ah! I love this silky messenger of spring rain.

9. Observe the changes of composition 450 before, during and after the rain.

Before it rained, people still worked hard as usual. But at this time, the sky is changing with the passage of time. The sky doll who was smiling a few seconds ago suddenly bowed her head and became unhappy. His face was covered with dark clouds. A lifeless look. Pedestrians on the road also began to worry. They stepped up their pace and looked very hurried and funny. They are all worried that a sudden rain will upset their plans.

One drop, two drops and three drops began to rain. The neat pace before seemed a little flustered. A small number of people gathered under the eaves and in the corridors. It is raining harder. There are some small puddles on the deep concave ground, and the rain splashes from time to time, and the small ripples are "rumbled" with noisy thunder. People are no longer running for the second plan, they are looking for shelter from the rain. I listened to the doll-like vent at home and couldn't calm down for a long time. I came to the window and looked out thoughtfully, thinking about people's comments: some people say that rain is noble and clean, which can wash away the "grievances" in the world. Some people say that rain is dirty because the heart of raindrops is covered with dust. Some people say ...

It is late at night; People are quiet and the rain has stopped. Everything disappears with the silent night, blowing in the wind. ...