Yu De's Yin Ji Composition

In our daily life, we often come into contact with composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is my carefully organized composition by raindrop imprint, hoping to help everyone.

The mark of rain composition 1 is another foggy weather. Standing on a tall building overlooking, there are colorful umbrellas everywhere, like colorful neon lights flashing on the street.

Maybe I was so fascinated that I suddenly woke up. At this time, it rained heavily, and a wonderful stage play began again. ...

Rain is like a beautiful lady. When she was in a good mood, it rained in Mao Mao and sneaked into the earth. It will rain heavily when you are in a bad mood, which makes people unprepared.

Rain is like the earth's natural bathroom. Without paying utilities, it can clean dirty cars for people who are too busy to spend, sweep the dust off leaves and nourish everything in the world.

Although rain sometimes causes disasters, it also brings abundant water to all mankind, which really makes people love and hate!

The sky is like a grand concert, with thunder coming and going, lightning looming and rain dripping, interweaving a gorgeous feast of vision and hearing.

The tree has experienced wind and rain, and the flowers and plants nestled next to the tree are sheltered from the wind and rain. After the baptism of heavy rain, one day, small saplings will grow into towering trees.

After the music feast, Da Dai said with a happy smile, "Thank you for the heavy rain that drove away the wet and sticky air and the breeze that dispersed the hot weather."

The imprint of the rain composition 2 The grass washed by the rain is crystal clear and scraped. The raindrops on the leaves gleamed faintly. Rain with a hint of refreshing, with a hint of curiosity, like beads rolling in the water. The raindrops merged into a touching story. I was deeply infected by a poem of nature in the rain. The rain drops on me, which is a touch that I can really touch. Let the whole person turn into raindrops and fly in the sky. In the rain, I became a poem …

Nature is not sunny every day, but also windy and rainy. It is the embellishment of rain that makes nature colorful and full of vitality. The raindrops on the leaves form a string of flowing notes and converge into a road leading to the distance. Raindrops come and go in a hurry. The rest is blessing, not imagination ... raindrops are tears. Sad tears, happy tears, will turn into bright raindrops, flashing colorful aura. We may not be happy every day, but every day can be as refreshing as raindrops.

I like rain, it is good music in nature, and it makes people enjoy beauty.

I like rain, it makes people relax.

I like rain, it selflessly moistens everything, makes everything reborn, makes me feel the joy of farmers' uncles, and makes me see hope.

I like rain. ...

The mark of rain Composition 3 The turning point of twenty years old-the mark of rain

Twenty years old determines a woman's life.

Think about it, too. What you should face, what you should touch, what you should feel and what you should exercise should be decided at this time. Even if the plan can't keep up with the change, we should plan a perfect life path first, and keep moving forward and exploring on the road.

Twenty years old is a turning point of a girl's most successful value and life perception.

I hope that at the age of 20, I will let go of the past and never forget it. Every step is beautiful!

I don't feel guilty when I think about it, but I am very happy when I think about it! Live a quality life and enjoy and appreciate every day!

My mother told me a word from an early age: sit still and think about yourself and talk about others! This is my attitude, and I did it! Jing Yu, no matter whether others look down on you or dislike you, you should be good, independent and strong. This is your weapon to protect yourself!

I really thought a lot tonight.

I don't know if I'm getting more and more realistic, or if my reality is unrealistic and naive, too calm or too naive, but I just want to get better!

Before I was twenty, I was not sensible enough, but I wanted to get rid of it. After 20 years old, I just want to be myself with my own pursuit and yearning, willing to fight for it, not afraid of any difficulties!

I am Jing Yu, which I can't go back to, and the future is the future that has not yet arrived!

Every step will be my unforgettable mark!

The mark of the rain composition 4 It rained all night and kept raining.

I hid in the corner, quietly listening to the singing of the spring rain, and the unknown days gradually became clear. The rainy day came so carelessly that people didn't notice it. Suddenly, the bright sunshine lost its color, and the wind made me tremble, like a broken kite, letting the cold wind blow freely in the sky, falling and losing my direction. My thoughts are swaying with the cold wind, and all my sadness and sorrow will go with the wind and disappear.

The spring rain came so timely that I couldn't wait, as if it were a repeat of my old dream, and everything came so safe and comfortable. Rainy days don't seem to bring me a trace of sadness, just inexplicable excitement and elusive gentleness, as simple as that.

The whole tired body needs the moisture of rainy days to let go, as if in the depths of the soul, it is flashing with damp throb, which has been far away from the troubles of the world and belongs to me easily.

Such a rainy day makes people yearn for and calm. Such a rainy day makes people feel suddenly enlightened and refreshed.

With Stephanie singing, this rainy day ended. Her voice has the ability to penetrate the heart, and she feels satisfied. After a long time, she will like it more and more until it is difficult to give up.

The mark of rain composition 5 Thunder tore through the sky, dripping, white clouds cried, the sun went home, and Mr. Dafeng came to join in the fun. Suddenly, Miss Lei got angry. She kept yelling like a lion. God Abreu changed a shady scene, pattering, raining, raining!

I like rainy days, like the songs of rain, like the dance steps of rain, and like the fury of rain. I like to watch the baby play the slide relay race by the window and slide down before anyone else. I like listening to the baby sing, which is as loud as a tenor. I like to watch the ballet prepared by the baby carefully. Wonderful dance moves let me enter an imaginary world and the nature of rain.

Rain bathes trees and Kobanawa grass, gives them water to drink, and gives them some fresh air as farewell gifts. The shy Miss Rainbow was pushed out by the sun, and the lost baby Xiaoyu was busy looking for Grandpa Sun and asked him to send them back. The sky is quiet, and people become restless and normal.

Baby Xiaoyu loves to travel, running around, and it's raining. Baby Rain who loves to travel, where will she go this time?

I like the beauty of the rain, like the moment when the water drops fall, and when the baby is running around, it feels great and beautiful. I love the beautiful water drops on the leaves, the beauty of Miss Rainbow, the cold body of the earth after bathing, and the crystal clear of baby rain. How beautiful!

We all say that the rain washes everything and walks quietly. Is that okay? I don't know, because my heart was washed in the rain. -inscription

The blue sky is gone, and the rain with crystal tones is either washed down or swayed with the wind. "That's blue," I mumbled. Don't look up at me, you can't see me. There are traces of finger tapping in front of the window, although the dust is covered again. Do you see it? It's a fingerprint promised with your fingertips. I've been here.

Angry at you, the umbrella is holding firmly. I hit you many times, desperate, in vain. Your chest is warm, but it won't drive away my faint cold. Did you hear that? The green duckweed looks good, and the rain lingering on it adds more exquisiteness. Your sleeves are all wet, just because of that little rain?

Falling stars are not as beautiful as rain. In every starry night, you want to be dotted with raindrops. Jump into the mailbox, merge into the river, and rush forward more. Walking with you, you will be defeated by Qianshan?

Late at night, who is shivering in the street and who is falling in the rain?

People under the lamp, can you make raindrops fall into your eyes and let you know who is in the rain?

Rain composition 7 the imprint of branded wings cannot fly in the air; Angels who take off their auras can't have brilliant light.

The past is like smoke, because it will always be blown away by the wind ...

It was a sunny and hazy year. There is a bunch of white roses and a white card in front of the grave. At the beginning of the card, it says tough-for you.

Light rain fell on the ground, splashing dust. When the car flew by, the air was filled with dust, and Huang Juhua got a little dust, but he still took a bunch of white roses, spotless and flawless. ...

What is the clear sky in Wan Li after this light rain? What kind of roses will wither after this season? After this century, how did you leave raindrop imprint?

Is it just raindrops that leave a mark on our hearts? But wasn't it the raindrops that were first branded?

We are waiting for the coming downpour under the dense dark clouds, waiting for the countless brands left by the rain on our hearts …

Rain is branded in corners, alleys and awnings ... It just wants to tell us in a cruel way: Lu Taiwan, the dream is turning, and those who missed it have already left.