How to write a composition in the magical rain

1. How to write rainy days in the composition about rainy days?

The weather is like a big family, and rainy days are one of them. Tick-tock ... there is a beautiful and melodious rain outside. Oh, it's raining in Mao Mao. Maybe it's a stunt on a rainy day. Roof, floor. Everything has become a wonderful piano, and the fluttering rain is countless dexterous and soft fingers, playing one elegant ditty after another. For four days in a row, it didn't come home on rainy days. When it was on guard, it had stopped, got out of the car and hid, but didn't go home. This is a naughty boy.

On rainy days, it becomes a beautiful picture. Countless water drops fall from the sky happily, like a child who will never come out. They fell to the ground and jumped happily, splashing blisters. No matter how heavy it rains, hardworking people still work hard as usual, opening stores, selling vegetables and going to work ... because they have responsibilities and have families behind them, their efforts and efforts are all aimed at making their families happier.

Rain moistens the land, everything and even our hearts. If it rains, please don't turn it away. Please don't complain about the wet weather. It's really annoying You can watch and listen quietly, and you will find that because of the rain, our water resources will not be less, but more. Then you will see that everything wakes up, the soil is covered with green grass, the little head stretches out as far as the eye can see, and the flowers are blooming. It's really beautiful. It makes you feel that the world is so beautiful and so fragrant.

2. Composition A magical rain 300 words (fairy tale) The big family in the sky came out and the sky was particularly bright. Father and grandson went to work, and mother Baiyun was busy cooking and didn't notice that the baby was raining.

Baby Xiaoyu didn't walk well and suddenly fell down. He cried, and it rained in Mao Mao. Baiyun's mother rushed over. Baiyun's mother was very anxious and began to thunder, but Xiaoyu's baby was even sadder when she heard the thunder.

Rain baby, it's starting to rain! Finally, Mama Baiyun helped the baby to rain, but it kept raining. Then, Dad Sun came back, and I don't know why he scolded Baby Rain.

The baby rain began to rain cats and dogs. Father Sun and Mother Baiyun stopped the baby from raining. They said, "Please don't cry!" "Finally, the weather finally cleared up! I think when it rains, God seems to be crying. When God is sad, it will rain cats and dogs. When God is happy, the weather will clear up. I really like sunny days.

3. How to write a composition about rainy days and misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River? 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.

It's good to write a composition in rainy days. How to write a satisfactory answer of 2010-10-3010: 54 "It's naive to rain"

Rainy days are suitable for memories and associations. You can trace back to the past or think about the future. On rainy days, it seems that there are many blue elves, giving the world new life.

Whenever the sky misses the earth, it will rain, and whenever it rains outside, light light blue will not be so lonely. For such a lovely little girl, rain is innocent.

Light light blue is a teenage girl, hardworking and brave. She just moved into a simple room in our community a year ago and studied in our school. Because she is in the same class, we often go home together. Light light blue is simple and sincere. Although we haven't known each other for a long time, we have been friends for many years and even talked to each other. Lan Lan's parents are migrant workers from other places. As long as it doesn't rain, the construction site will be constructed. Her parents get up early, go out in a hurry every morning, and drag their tired bodies back to the rented house at night. Sometimes, when I come back late, light light blue has already cooked the meal. Although it's just a simple meal with radish, while I'm still complaining to my parents that braised pork is not delicious, Light Light is carefully preparing a less sumptuous dinner. Light light blue is alone almost every day, and her parents have no time to take care of her. When she came back for dinner at night, she washed and rested early, because she was very tired during the day and lacked communication with light light blue. Light light blue is also very sensible. She never complains, but silently cares about her parents.

I know her family situation and often invite her to my house, but she always refuses politely. I know she is not used to my parents' extra care because she lacks love. The more I do this, the more I want to share with her.

Now, I have formed the habit of paying attention to the weather forecast after the news broadcast every night. There is no TV in the blue house. Every day, she asks me about the weather today. I know there is always an expectation in the blue heart, and that is rain. How much she longs for rain, because rain means that she can finally reunite with her family. Rainy days are sentimental, and rainy days are really good. This gives the family a rare opportunity to unload their fatigue and busyness. You don't have to face a cold house and a pile of bowls and clothes as soon as you get home, and you don't have to bear so many housework and burdens with your immature hands. Every rainy day, she can't wait to get home from school, where someone is waiting for her and the temperature is high at home.

Maybe I know her better and my feelings will infect each other. I will be excited with light light blue in rainy days. That kind little girl is finally no longer lonely, can finally spend the day with a smile, and finally doesn't have to pretend to be happy.

I remember that poem: "The east rises and the west falls, but the road is sunny." I wonder if this "love" should be replaced by another "sunshine" here. I have to admit: it is sunny when it rains.

Write an essay entitled "Magic Umbrella" The story of the Umbrella Girl In a small village in the south of the Yangtze River, there was a little girl named "Duoduo". She is so beautiful that everyone likes her.

She has a beautiful umbrella, which can shelter her from the wind and sand in spring, the sunshine in summer, the fallen leaves in autumn and the heavy snow in winter. Therefore, the little girl likes this umbrella very much and holds it all year round. People call her the umbrella girl. One day, she took her beloved umbrella to play on the high mountain.

On the way up the mountain, she met an ugly old witch. The old witch is a messenger from the dark world. She was jealous of the beautiful feelings between the umbrella girl and the umbrella, so she turned the umbrella into an ugly toad by magic, and the toad kept drooling on the umbrella girl's shoulder. After doing these bad things, the old witch gave a sharp strange smile and disappeared into a piece of black smoke in the vast mountains.

As luck would have it, it rained cats and dogs, and the little girl lost her umbrella, so she had to hide under the Chinese fir tree to avoid the rain. At this time, there was a buzzing sound under the tree. With this sound, many small translucent mushrooms emerged from the soil. They are different in height, dancing gently with the wind, which is amazing.

As soon as Umbrella approached them, these little mushrooms quickly hid in the soil. It turns out that they are elves in the forest and know any secrets of the big forest! They told the umbrella lady with a dreamy voice that there is a peacock god in this mountain, and his feathers can realize any wish of people. So, the umbrella girl decided to look for the peacock god.

She crossed mountains and rivers, went through hardships, and finally came to Peacock House, where there were many brave guards. The umbrella girl bravely stepped forward, and a guard asked, "Who are you, who dares to trespass here?" Don't be rude! " The umbrella girl was a little scared, but she still got up the courage and said, "I'm here to find the peacock god."

The guard said, "well, as long as you can answer my question correctly, I will let you see the peacock god." The umbrella girl thought for a moment and said firmly, "Good!" The doorman looked at the umbrella girl with some disdain and said, "Walk on four legs in the morning, walk on two legs at noon and walk on three legs at night."

What is this thing? "How can such a simple question stumped the clever umbrella girl? She smiled and said confidently, "Of course it's human!" Hearing this, the guard had to let Umbrella Girl into the shrine. Umbrella girl went through a long tunnel and came to a magnificent palace. She saw a handsome man in gorgeous clothes sitting on the throne. She knows that this is the peacock god with infinite power. She went straight to the peacock god and knelt down and said, "Dear peacock god, I am an umbrella girl. Can you give me your peacock feathers? "I want to save my umbrella and destroy the old witch."

Peacock God stared at Umbrella girl, making her uneasy. He thought for a long time, smiled and said kindly, "Of course, my dear child, but my feathers are only for brave and wise people, aren't they?" The umbrella girl replied without hesitation: "How do you need me to prove it to you?" Peacock God looked at Umbrella Lady with great interest and said, "Well, I'll test you with a riddle. No one has guessed correctly since ancient times. If you get it right, I will give you a feather. "

Umbrella girl nodded and listened carefully. Peacock God gave a question: "Three mountains are from three mountains, and the mountains are upside down.

Month after month, month after month. Left and right rows of double feathers, vertical and horizontal rows of two rivers.

There are six people in the family, and the two families don't get together. This is a crossword puzzle poem. Eight poems are all about the same word. If you guess right, you can get my magic feather. "

Hearing this, the umbrella girl was secretly worried. Such a difficult crossword puzzle stumped her. However, she is a little girl with both wisdom and courage. She thought hard and suddenly had a brainwave and thought of the answer. However, she thought of the peacock god in Doby, so she deliberately pretended to be embarrassed.

Peacock God saw it and said with a smile, "Little girl, the feather of God is not so easy to get. Go home, I won't embarrass you! " "Umbrella girl smiled and said," I guessed it early, so I'll tell you the answer now! "She said, and with a wave of her pen, she wrote the answer" forever "on the bamboo slips in front of her. Peacock God froze and said helplessly, "You are a genius, and the feather is yours!" " "Say that finish, a shiny feather flew to the umbrella girl's hand.

The umbrella lady thanked the Peacock God and left the Peacock God House happily. She clasped Shen Yu in her hands, held her head high and said loudly, "Let that vicious old witch disappear.

6. How to write a composition with yesterday's rain "In the hot summer yesterday afternoon, I felt the power of the wind in the storm, but in the summer rain, I felt more charming, lively and gentle!" At three o'clock in the afternoon, it was getting dark. As soon as the weather changed, a gust of wind blew and beat the camphor tree. The pedestrians on the road were blinded by the wind and their hurried steps gradually slowed down. I walked in the street and said happily, "Great!" Just after that, the heavy rain came down with a little heat. Rain like a dense silver needle, pierced my clothes and skin. What it feels is not a burst of pain and paralysis, but a refreshing and cold. The wind is blowing, the branches are swaying more seriously, the electric car is swinging, and the rain is swinging. With the direction of the wind, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. Cool! Cool! "I'm going to hide under the eaves of the house. The rain is getting bigger and bigger, more urgent and more dense. When I came down quickly, waves of fog appeared on the ground, only to see the fog rising slowly, just like a fairy tale, which gave people a wonderful illusion. Naughty and unreasonable children regard the storm as a natural and harmless bath time without a head. Their loud performance became the lead singer of the concert in the rain. The sound of heavy rain became an accompaniment. Heavy rain is not as gentle and quiet as fog in spring, as silent as snow in winter, as strong and noisy as wind in winter, and as bright and dazzling as sunshine. She is like a doll singing beautiful and cheerful songs and happily helping people water everywhere to avoid drought. Suddenly, I seem to see rain dolls flying in the sky. How cheerful, lively and wonderful. This makes me and my friends dance and sing with the rain. After a while, the rain gradually subsided. The adults ran back with joy, and only the children were thinking about it. Children all like the liveliness and cheerfulness of the rain, and they all like to let it sing and dance with the rain doll. Me too. I like the liveliness and cheerfulness of the rain, and I like singing and dancing with the rain doll. I was awakened by a nightmare. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and looked at the alarm clock. It's early! Suddenly, I heard someone whispering in the sky. After listening carefully, it turned out that the Jade Emperor ordered Lei Gong, Long Wang and Feng to have a rainstorm in Wuhan Development Zone. In the morning, a Mao Mao rain fell from the sky and fell on my shoulders and legs, which made me feel a little cold. Trees, flowers and grass all opened their mouths and prepared for a drink. After a while, it got cold. After school, there was a strong wind, lightning and thunder, and the wind came like a tribe, and the thunder seemed to break the earth. In a blink of an eye, raindrops as big as soybeans fell. Water drops flowed down the eaves, like broken beads, and a layer of light smoke floated under the house, splashing white flowers on the ground. Birds also hide in their nests. Heavy rain and thunder drowned out all the sounds. Suddenly, a flash of lightning split the sky in two. The dark sky suddenly lit up and then darkened. It seems that the plug of the lotus lamp in the sky is not in good contact, and it is bright and dark. Rain hits the windowsill, which sounds like a crack when ice cubes are put into boiling water. Suddenly, there was deafening thunder, which scared me and almost fell down. It feels like the whole sea is water falling from the sky.

7. How to write a composition about magic clothes, and write a composition about future clothes in grade three?

In the future world, there are magical, colorful and novel things. Come and have a look!

In the future world, there will be magical clothes, omnipotent cars and robots. What I like best is magic clothes. It will change, but it can only become other clothes. If we let it become something else, it will be very angry!

This kind of clothes has colorful buttons, such as red, yellow, green and cyan, just like a string of colored diamonds. If you feel hot in your clothes, don't worry, just press the yellow button and your whole body will be as cool as a few cool breeze. If you grow up and the clothes don't fit you, just press the blue button and it will change according to your height and become the same as what you bought at the beginning.

How's it going? Are you looking forward to your future clothes?

8. How to write a composition about rain? Random thoughts on the rain in Wang Guozhen.

Sometimes, it is raining outside, but the sun is shining in my heart; Sometimes, it is sunny outside, but it is raining. There are many things in the world for you to taste in comparison. The heart is clear, and the rain is clear; When the heart is raining, sunny is also rain.

However, no matter what kind of story, it will be unforgettable when it rains. Rain has a magic power; It can diffuse into a mood, penetrate into an atmosphere and be engraved into a memory. Of course, sometimes it can be a disaster.

Sandstorms in spring, boredom in summer and dryness in autumn all make people pray for rain. A rain can also make the air fresher and the streets brighter. "Spring rain is as expensive as oil", and it is not just farmers who are eager for rain.

When it rains, there is neither sun nor moon, but people don't think so. Maybe it's because the rainy season is not too cold, so it's good to let the sun cool for a while. Rainy nights have another charm that moonlit nights don't have. Sometimes people can't help but think of Li Shangyin's famous sentence: "Why not cut the candle at the west window and talk about the rain at night?"

Walking in the light rain is more pleasant. Listening to the rustling sound when the rain gently hits the broad leaves of Populus davidiana or Platanus acerifolia, the beauty that moistens the bottom of my heart is incomparable even to the elegant melody of "autumn whisper" flowing under Richard Clyde's piano. Nature's uncanny workmanship is really unparalleled.

A couple walking in an alley, the scene is very ordinary. But on rainy days, holding a light blue umbrella in your hand and wearing a beige trench coat, the effect is completely different. At first glance, Youth in the Rain is an enduring picture.

In the north, there are not many rainy days 365 days a year. So if there is rain like poetry or poetry like rain every day, it will be wonderful.

9. How to write a composition in the rain?

If I were a writer, I would praise it with beautiful poems; If I were a painter, I would definitely paint a beautiful view of the moon in the rain.

You seldom watch the moon in the rain, do you? Who will enjoy the moon in the rain? It's those who have the patience to wait for Sister Moon to appear. If they have no patience, they don't know how beautiful and magical the scenery of enjoying the moon in the rain is!

It rained heavily in the evening. It's still cloudy around nine o'clock. Our family is chatting on the grass of the Cultural Square, waiting for the appearance of Sister Moon. The square was crowded with people, some of whom sat around the lawn in groups of three and five, expecting the sweet smile of Sister Moon. Some people stood under the tree and said, Why hasn't the moon appeared yet? There are also children chasing and fighting on the grass with lanterns. .

At this moment, a gust of wind blew and it began to rain. I looked up at the sky and saw the moon sticking out of the clouds. Suddenly, the square was boiling, and people shouted happily, "The moon is out! The moon is out! " When people greedily appreciated the beautiful appearance of Sister Moon, suddenly, Sister Moon was covered by her heartless and naughty brother. Sister moon can only look at the earth in a flickering way. People are very disappointed, but we wait patiently. .

At this time, mother-in-law Feng was moved by our every move, so she opened her mouth and blew, scaring away the troublesome brother Wuyun. Mother-in-law Feng quickly took Brother Wuyun's hand and said, "Look carefully below!" Brother Wuyun looked down at those who braved the rain to enjoy the moon. There was a trace of shame on their faces, and they were moved to tears, so they snuggled up in Feng's mother-in-law's arms and drifted away quietly. Sister Moon appeared in the sky again and waved to us gratefully.

At first, the light of the moon was very shallow. Gradually, the moon becomes brighter and brighter. Finally, a full moon hangs high in the sky like a huge silver plate. The gentle moon sister hangs over the earth like a transparent white gauze, and those rains are also shiny. The rain contains an excitement and a touch. Unconsciously, I have been intoxicated with the scenery of enjoying the moon in the rain. .

If I were a writer, I would praise it with beautiful poems; If I were a painter, I would definitely paint a beautiful view of the moon in the rain.

I came to see someone else, too.