Cloudy environment description composition 400

1. Qiuyu, an article describing cloudy days.

Author: Zhang Ailing

Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft net and nets the whole autumn world. The sky is dark, too, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs. The pile of gray clouds in the sky is like white powder peeling off the roof. Under this ancient eaves, everything is extremely dull. The green pomegranates, mulberry trees and vines in the garden only represent the prosperity of the past summer, but now they have become the remains of ancient Roman architecture, shivering in the rustling rain and recalling the glorious past. The color of grass has turned into melancholy yellow, and fresh flowers can no longer be found underground; The delicate daffodils planted outside the dormitory wall hung their heads with tears in their eyes, lamenting their bad luck there. It was only two days of good weather and such a moldy rainy day. Only the sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner, the branches have been decorated with several precious buds as gold, carefully hidden under the green oval leaves, revealing a little hope of new life germination.

It's raining quietly, only the thin sound of rain. The orange-red house, like an old monk in a bright cassock, was baptized by the rain with his head down and his eyes closed. The wet red brick, with the color of pig blood, forms a strong contrast with the green laurel leaves under the wall. Gray toad, jumping in the wet and moldy mud; At the bottom of the gloomy autumn rain net, it is the only thing full of happiness and vitality. The mottled gray-yellow pattern on its back corresponds to the dreary sky in the distance, resulting in a harmonious tone. It jumped up with a plop, jumped into the mud from the grass nest, and splashed dark green water.

Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft net and nets the whole autumn world.

2. Description: A 50-word composition on a cloudy day. 1. Running on cloudy days will be very comfortable, and the wind is coming. This natural wind is ten times better than that blown by electric fans. So as long as boys bother me on cloudy days, I won't just scare them back for a step or two as usual, but fight them to the end.

It's cloudy all day, the sun is deeply covered by clouds, and the color of the sky has changed from the blue face before to the color like water soaked by dirty rags.

On rainy days, she is also a bad girl. Whenever she comes, it will always remind people of many unforgettable past events. Those brief scenes are replayed in my mind like movie scenes, with mixed feelings, joys and sorrows. In the past, but I can't come back.

4. Although it is raining continuously, people have infinite reverie, but walking in the misty rain and fog is unbearable for muddy roads. Sitting indoors, watching the rain outside the window fall like silk in the gloomy sky often fills the heart with unwarranted sadness. It seems that the rain not only moistens the ground, but also moistens the soul. Therefore, the lingering of rainy days is a bit more melancholy!

In the distance, there seems to be the outline of a mountain. Everything in the old city, in the process of drifting away, slowly expanded, and finally gathered-weathered-gradually disappeared, stopping in this gray room in the form of floating dust. After a little dust settled, it was found and deposited in the same gray, belonging to the historical past.

6. Even if you do four sets of broadcast gymnastics on cloudy days, you won't feel how hot it is. No matter how you jump, you won't sweat like before, and all your clothes will stick to you wet.

The dark clouds in the sky are dancing, which has long been unbearable to release. People on the ground are greeted by a dark sky, gloomy and gloomy, and there is always a sense of loss, and the mood also sinks. Cloudy days are a good time for people to think quietly. Cloudy days always portend rain; In a short time, the rain fell from the sky, breaking this dreariness, as if all tragedies happened in rainy days, so people were destined to feel lost in rainy days; I don't like cloudy days. Cloudy days make me feel lonely and lost. It seems that a lively party has just ended. On cloudy days, I always think a lot of things, but the more I think about it, the more sad I get. Only when the heavy rain comes, I go out and let the rain hit my face and body and enjoy the charm of dark clouds, can my heart be released.

It is cloudy again. Dalian has not seen the sun for a long time. It seems to be the rainy season in the south, and it has been raining, and it rains in Mao Mao. It's really a mess! I like this weather. If it rains a little, I don't need an umbrella. In this way, I like fog and rain. It's cool, and it's cloudy and breezy. It's very comfortable and sober.

Sometimes I always spend it in a daze, sometimes I'm happy, sometimes I'm sad, just like the days outside, maybe because of cloudy days. I feel a little sad, as if isolated from the world, only myself, lonely and helpless. I want to catch someone, even if it's just a chat, but I'm so busy that I'm the only one who's bored.

Walking around the Internet and opening Daddy Long Legs is even more boring. I found an article, which was well written and touching. "An angel will love you for me" is even more sad. Will there really be angels? On cloudy days, my mood is also weak and weary through illness. & lt； Song of everlasting regret >>；; At the beginning, I spent a lot of ink on the introduction of the environment, which was delicate and gloomy. The paragraph describing pigeons suddenly reminds me of a sentence in Pu Shu's Birch Forest, "It's still cloudy, and pigeons are still flying. Who will prove the love and life without tombstones? " < & lt； Long > & gt； In Chinese, pigeons seem to be witnesses of old Shanghai, reflecting the unique hesitation of that era. For such weather, fight poison with poison! It's always good to be remembered when you receive a Christmas card from Netease. It's not bright today, and it's raining outside on a cloudy day. I'm afraid this weather will wake up the bad mood that scares you. Sad memories and confused thoughts will come to mind together, and good memories will be driven to the deepest corner of the heart. When I come back from work, I sit in a daze. There is no audio equipment in the room to relax. Therefore, my singing sounds deep and out of tune. The original intention of living in a single room was to read and study quietly, but I haven't moved my books for a long time. It would be great if I could find myself at school! As a class study committee member, I always tell myself to study hard, not to lag behind and not to lose face. But now that I look at myself, I can't control myself as if I were possessed by the devil. I suddenly feel that what I present to the world every day is not my true self, but a walking corpse without soul, an empty and unintentional body. If I don't donate so many fleshy trunks, maybe I can comfort my sincere guilt. I keep asking myself. It's really hard to love someone. Today, I can't see her smiling face. It is another cloudy day. My expectations remain the same. I hope one day you can see my woven home by my side, but now you can't see everything I have done for you. My sky turned into a tasteless smiling face. I will never see that blue sky again. I don't know what I did wrong. You ignored me. You are the color of my sky. You know I can't lose it. Fuck you, but you don't care if my sky is still cloudy. I want to find my blue sky, but I am too reluctant to leave here, so can I get my blue sky back? Give me the happiness I want, okay? Tell me that you will always be by my side, okay? On a cloudy day, I pray before it rains, hoping that you can see the cloudy day and disperse the dark clouds for me. On a cloudy day, I moved the dark sky with my smile by your side. Another gloomy day. Everything was like a play, and finally I realized that we were spinning around in the same place.

Early in the morning, I stepped on the crossroads again and started a busy day. Yes, the busy days have begun again. Sometimes finding yourself alive is repetition, in which life can be extended and indefinite.

Have I changed? Why don't you want to say a lot? In the face of many questions in life, I just smile, don't explain, don't struggle. Don't want to tell, don't want to explain, this is me now? Maybe, that's a state.

Suddenly found that I have buried myself. I remember telling my friends in the volunteer group yesterday: I will stay in my heart and use what I have learned to help those in need. Because I wrote a sentence in my diary yesterday: "Winter is near and it's cold, okay?" Is it warm? Do you miss it? "Make friends curious: Lin Er, who do you love? Who will you miss? Hehe, I love the person I love, and I think of the person I think of.

Time always gives people the best answers to questions. Many times, words are powerless, so there is no need to say too much. Gradually get used to not expressing yourself, and time will show us everything.

Looking at the gloomy sky, I smile, and I hope to impress the gloomy sky with my smile.

The rainy environment of 4.200 words describes Jiangnan, with misty rain. Alleys flow quietly between small towns, interpreting people or things in small towns with elegant posture.

The low house is covered with dark tiles. Some grass floated from nowhere in the gap, a small one, humble but quiet, waiting for the rain. When it rains, water falls from the gap, forming a string of wind chimes. I will deliberately walk under the eaves and enjoy the feeling of raindrops falling on my head. A moment, a moment, seems to be a trembling spring.

A little rain, a faint fragrance, a touch of sunshine and a faint sense of trees all bloom the most beautiful flowers in Chu Qing after the rain.

On the lips and teeth of lotus, only rain can dispel the deep red and shine all over the world. Because I love lotus, I hope the rain will cut my cold loneliness with sharp weapons. Whenever this happens, I will sit by the lotus pond and watch the lotus leaves and flowers snuggle together. That kind of loneliness is like evaporated water, without a trace. The whispering of lotus flowers in the rain has long been fixed as out-of-print tenderness in my eyes, but the rain doubts the elegance of lotus flowers and slaps them with its tail. Lotus leaves always become sacred objects holding high in the sky, blocking the rain with their bodies. Someone once said, "Lotus leaf is the mother of lotus." Yes, it's good. Otherwise, how can there be a little care and care for the leaves?

All this, scattered in the rain, turned into watercolors, touching the mother's heart.

The lake is like a mirror, reflecting countless sunshine. When the rain comes, it keeps shaking, like tension and excitement. Under the sting of raindrops, the lake gave out one cheerful cry after another, which kept shaking my heart. After a while, the raindrops turned into rain hammers and hit the middle of the lake hard. I asked the lake, "Does it hurt?" "It doesn't hurt, just like touching." Oh, I see, rain is the soul of water and the purest and cleanest river in the world. All this, in the rain, has become the realm of "smoke cage cold water moon cage sand". Suddenly I really want to hold an umbrella and dance in the street with raindrops. Then throw the umbrella on the street to let the rain soak the soul, revive the dead heart and say, "It's good to rain!" " "

I have seen light rain like a silver needle, and I have seen lightning and thunder storms, but I have never seen rain these days.

When I woke up from a long nap, I heard the rain outside the window. The glass window has been covered with water droplets. Very good! A rainy day. My mood is great at once. I like the cool rain in summer, which makes people relaxed and happy.

The rainy environment of 5.200 words describes Jiangnan, with misty rain. Alleys flow quietly between small towns, interpreting people or things in small towns with elegant posture.

The low house is covered with dark tiles. Some grass floated from nowhere in the gap, a small one, humble but quiet, waiting for the rain. When it rains, water falls from the gap, forming a string of wind chimes. I will deliberately walk under the eaves and enjoy the feeling of raindrops falling on my head. A moment, a moment, seems to be a trembling spring.

A little rain, a faint fragrance, a touch of sunshine and a faint sense of trees all bloom the most beautiful flowers in Chu Qing after the rain.

On the lips and teeth of lotus, only rain can dispel the deep red and shine all over the world. Because I love lotus, I hope the rain will cut my cold loneliness with sharp weapons. Whenever this happens, I will sit by the lotus pond and watch the lotus leaves and flowers snuggle together. That kind of loneliness is like evaporated water, without a trace. The whispering of lotus flowers in the rain has long been fixed as out-of-print tenderness in my eyes, but the rain doubts the elegance of lotus flowers and slaps them with its tail. Lotus leaves always become sacred objects held high in the sky, blocking the rain with their bodies. Someone once said, "Lotus leaf is the mother of lotus." Yes, it's good. Otherwise, how can there be a little care and care for the leaves?

All this, scattered in the rain, turned into watercolors, touching the mother's heart.

The lake is like a mirror, reflecting countless sunshine. When the rain comes, it keeps shaking, like tension and excitement. Under the sting of raindrops, the lake gave out one cheerful cry after another, which kept shaking my heart. After a while, the raindrops turned into rain hammers and hit the middle of the lake hard. I asked the lake, "Does it hurt?" "It doesn't hurt, just like touching." Oh, I see, rain is the soul of water and the purest and cleanest river in the world. All this, in the rain, has become the realm of "smoke cage cold water moon cage sand". Suddenly I really want to hold an umbrella and dance in the street with raindrops. Then throw the umbrella on the street to let the rain soak the soul, revive the dead heart and say, "It's good to rain!" " "

I have seen light rain like a silver needle, and I have seen lightning and thunder storms, but I have never seen rain these days.

When I woke up from a long nap, I heard the rain outside the window. The glass window has been covered with water droplets. Very good! A rainy day. My mood is great at once. I like the cool rain in summer, which makes people relaxed and happy.