How to describe composition in Summer Rain?

1. I like the wind. The warm and comfortable sea breeze in the south and the biting cold wind in the north all make me deeply moved and romantic!

However, I prefer rain, the falling rain of lightning and thunder in the south, and the autumn rain in the north all make me sad and lingering, so my screen name is Storm Beauty!

I like rain, like it as pure as water, as hazy as clouds, as hazy as fog. I also like to walk alone in the street in the drizzly dusk, following the rhythm of the rain; I like the feeling of rain dripping quietly on my body. It was a very gentle touch, just like a pair of hands caressing me gently. I like autumn rain, especially the beautiful moment when raindrops splash on the ground and splash. . It seems that all rainy songs have sad stories, and I am listening to the sound of rain and experiencing every rainy story on this rainy night. There are few pedestrians in Qingxin Street, which is very clean and quiet. A tree in the street has been blown by the autumn wind and washed by the autumn rain, and leaves are floating down from the branches one by one, adding a bit of tranquility and deep breath to the air. Autumn stirs heartstrings, autumn wind disturbs thoughts, autumn moon gives birth to feelings, autumn rain lingers, and autumn leaves are beautiful.

I like sitting alone in front of the window on rainy days, quietly meditating and feeling silently ... The rain outside the window drips in my heart like tears, quietly listening to the dripping rain, and suddenly a trace of inexplicable melancholy rises in my heart. Tears in my heart are long and lingering, mixed with a little melancholy and helplessness. Rain is the sad tears of the clouds. When the clouds are cloudy, my heart always cries lonely and lonely. It is a heart rain that falls from my heart. 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 engrave a memory. Of course, sometimes it can be a disaster. Breaking up is always on rainy days. Why does it have to be rainy? When it rains, the rain is cool, when it rains, it is gray and cold, and when it rains, it is sad.

I don't know when I started. I am addicted to my own world on the Internet and don't want to communicate with others. I like to stay quietly in noisy chat rooms and be surrounded by strange names. Nobody cares about my loneliness. And I, just a trance-like shadow, wandering in this familiar chat room, let the years fall into my indifferent eyes. . .

I like the night, and I like to write my mood online at night. I'm so lonely, totally my own. I like to read affectionate articles on the Internet, write some sad words, and use words to understand a person. I like to listen to my heart, and I am shocked by the collision of connected souls. When my soul, and I silently opposite, I finally know, get rid of all the constraints of the secular, an indifferent leisurely life is how not enviable. Don't worry about the world, don't fight for fame and fortune, and add elegance to life. The exquisite beauty of "flying freely is as light as a dream, and the drizzle is as fine as sorrow", enjoy life and be the transcendent elegance of nature's bosom friend. . . .

Once upon a time, I always thought that if I put my mind at ease in the love world I created, I would be safe, unable to get in or out. From then on, I never expect to touch the wonderful world of the internet. I won't bother anyone, and I won't get hurt. I will sow and reap gently. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, this seems to be a far-fetched idea. In my mind, it is like a post station on a long road, the end of a long life, and a pure land in my heart; This is not melodramatic, but sincere.

A person is a little lonely, but his heart is free, not trapped in the world of mortals, and relatively lofty and refined. Nothing is difficult in the world, so why bother yourself. Let go of your mood and get a peaceful, peaceful and free mood. Rain washed away the glitz in people's hearts, cleaned up the chaos of heaven and earth and calmed people's mood. 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. The rain fell asleep and my heart danced with it.

2. How to write a composition about the rain in summer? When summer comes, the rain will follow.

This afternoon, it was suddenly sultry. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, fanning the electric fan constantly. Lying on the windowsill, looking at the sky, dark clouds block the blue sky and the sun one after another, and it is sending a message: it is going to rain.

Soon, it began to rain cats and dogs. Suddenly, people on the ground fell from the sky and looked for shelter in panic. Rain falls like a line, making a rustling sound. The ground soon got wet and the sunken ground was full of water. Rain hits the ground and puddles, sometimes turning up bubbles, like fish spitting bubbles, which will turn into funnel-shaped things after explosion and finally disappear without a trace.

In the blink of an eye, at night, a gust of wind blew and the rain suddenly messed up. The rain rushed over like a pedestrian on the road, and fell to the ground like a broken pearl, splashing layers of water. It rained heavily, and I was extremely happy.

The thunder and lightning made the rain even more terrible. Lightning flashed and night turned into day. Thunder "boom" sounded, like God's anger, like God blaming the world, and rain was its tears. Late at night, the rain gradually stopped, and the air after the rain was particularly fresh. There are rain beads on the trees and grass, and the leaves shine in the light. After washing, plants become very energetic.

Ah! It's good to rain.

3. How to write a composition about rain in summer? Summer Rain In the sweltering heat of rising temperature, the expected summer rain finally came.

It wasn't very violent when I first came, but I kept drinking, slowly falling, and finally it got bigger and bigger and turned into a rainstorm. Because roads are built in the city and buses are diverted, it takes a long way to go to work by bus, so there is a feeling of enjoying a walk in the summer rain.

Holding an umbrella, blowing the wind, accompanied by rain, listening to the music of raindrops beating on the edge of the umbrella, walking slowly. The rainy sky is wet everywhere, and the green belts on both sides of the road are crystal clear under the embellishment of water droplets, which makes them greener and more lovely. The ground is full of rain, the passing cars are particularly light, and the whole city has been washed.

Although there are still dark clouds in the sky, because of the freshness and coolness brought by this rain, there is no such dreary depression. I like this kind of rain. Moreover, there are too many memories and joys about summer rain.

When I was a child, whenever it rained in summer, my friends would follow me to bask in the valley and play with water, chasing and frolicking, regardless of the shouts of adults, just to get wet in the mud, and then run home with their heads wet, regardless of the blame of adults, just to hang a pure and happy smile on their faces. Then, after the rain stopped, with a cry outside, I let out a cry and ran out in order, playing barefoot, finding a small canal and catching fish where the water flowed between the ridges.

In the canal after the rain, there are often crucian carp that like to absorb water and play in the water. Children in rural areas know this, so these places will become children's paradise after the rain. I still remember that after a summer rainstorm, my eldest brother held up a big crucian carp caught from a ridge not far from his home and danced excitedly.

As far as I can remember, afternoon showers in summer are not so leisurely, and more people are in a hurry. After the busy farming, every household will put the recovered rice on a big bamboo mat to dry.

At that time, there was almost no TV or radio in the countryside, and people knew little about the weather forecast. Moreover, most of the weather forecasts at that time were inaccurate, so many times villagers could only look at the weather by experience.

The showers in summer afternoon are always quick and urgent. Often, as soon as the dark clouds rise, raindrops as big as beans rush in, making everyone in a hurry. They quickly put down their newly raised rice bowls and ran into Sun Guping. Before the rice was confiscated, the rain began to crackle. At this time, basking in the valley is particularly lively.

In the face of this shower, I soon got busy, without depression or complaint. People who cleaned up earlier were busy helping another family, so people naturally welcomed the rainstorm. Even if the rice didn't have time to harvest and was wet by the rain, they just smiled and said, Hehe, I have to sun this rice for another day before picking it.

At this time, laughter, noise and wind and rain made up a beautiful peasant symphony. At that time, I never thought about why the villagers were so happy after the rice was wet by the rain. I just thought that it was because farmers were used to such showers that they would accept it calmly.

Many years later, when I was eagerly waiting for the arrival of the afternoon shower in the sweltering summer days of the city, I really understood that the calmness of the villagers was actually a kind of tolerance, an open mind, and a calmness after the storm. Because we all know that after such a shower, the sun will come out.

However, the sunshine will become gentle after the rain, the breeze will become cool after the rain, and the air after the rain will have a fresh and sweet taste. This rain is actually a coolness brought by summer.

In rainy summer, you can play barefoot and run in the rain. You can also stroll around with an umbrella like this, or you can just listen to the sound of rain in front of the window, occasionally put your hand out of the window and hold a handful of raindrops, which can be poetic or wild, as long as the mood requires. So all along, I like summer rain.

Spring rain is too lingering, misty rain is blurred, and there is a kind of desolation and sadness, especially after a rain, the red everywhere is a mess, which will cause a burst of inexplicable sadness. Autumn rain, a little chilly, and the west wind and cold rain are the easiest to remind people of those sad poems, and a sad feeling for autumn will inevitably extend from the bottom of my heart.

Moreover, the winter rain makes people feel a bleak chill, and what rises in the gray rain and fog will also be a kind of lost sadness, which is very uncomfortable. Summer rain is like a breeze when it is gentle, sweet and fresh, and like a jumping drum when it is intense, bringing surging * * *.

Moreover, after a summer rain, the distant mountains are clear, the trees are lush, and the air is moist and fresh. After a summer rain, the cool and transparent feeling, even breathing, is intoxicating.

People walk on the road and their hearts swim in the rain. Suddenly, a child stepped barefoot on the water, spraying, spraying and laughing happily. With the angry cries of adults, suddenly, he became the child, and his eyes flashed with touching pictures.

In fact, this is just a summer rain! Not sentimental, not touching, not gentle, not cold and cheerless, even a little wild and rude. But because the sunshine will become gentle after the rain, the breeze will become cool after the rain, and the air after the rain is full of fresh and sweet taste, so I like it! Although, it's only a summer.

4. Since the composition describing Xia Yu (300 words) is a description of Xia Yu, it can also be divided into four steps: beginning, bearing, turning and ending.

300 words are divided into four parts-straight from the beginning, spring from the beginning, change from the beginning, and deep water from the end.

So it can be divided into four paragraphs: the beginning of the article should be direct, especially in summer, the rain is mostly showers, which come and go quickly; After the beginning of the article, the second paragraph describes the process of showers, which can be described from two aspects: first, realism, how to write when it rains, and second, people's inner thoughts when it rains; The third paragraph is the change of shower head. Showers are generally getting fiercer, colder and louder. In fact, there are few lightning storms and the rainfall time will not be long. So this paragraph describes that when the shower reaches its maximum, like a person who opens his mouth to eat, he suddenly choked and stopped; The fourth paragraph, the conclusion, describes the rainy scene and people's inner sighs about this scene and so on.

The general points have been pointed out, please feel free to play the specific content.

The autumn rain is continuous. Please be careful not to make mistakes.

5. Composition describing summer rain (300 words) 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, nourishing everything on the earth, just like a warm and serene mother, a calm mood will not surge into fanaticism.

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.

6. A composition about summer rain. The rain is getting impatient. It is cold and dense. Such a rain with personality must be summer rain (summer rain). "Bang, bang, bang," such a powerful voice, I'm afraid it's only summer rain so urgent. Suddenly it was cloudy and said it was going to rain. No one can tell when it will rain in summer. Lightning and thunder, wind and rain. Under the light, it kept raining. Like a lively child, it plunged into the warm embrace of Mother Earth. Then, the rain became more and more urgent, and the streets were sparsely populated and there were fewer vehicles. Raindrops fall irregularly, like a bird longing for the blue sky. In farmland, rain nourishes hungry crops; In the soil, the rain is watering the dead flowers, which is really a "timely rain". If it rains earlier, branches and flowers may be broken. Looking at the hazy rain from a distance, you will feel cold. Finally, the rain gradually stopped for a while, and the sun parted the dark clouds as dense as cobwebs, and everything began to look brand-new. This is a new day, a new beginning. Come on, work together. When you bump into a window of the soul, you will feel the fresh air, fragrant soil and brand-new high-rise buildings, and the world will be brand-new. The rain came so fast and went so fast, which is exactly what the sentence said: it comes in a hurry and goes in a hurry. How beautiful the rain is, beautiful but not empty, which makes people feel intimate and comfortable. Just like a woman rushing to buy fresh vegetables, the creatures on the earth got a long-lost shower this summer. How can I speak? I love Xia Yu (Xia Yu)! It's still summer rain. Today, I'm standing on the balcony, and the wind is blowing. Suddenly, a few rain stars fell on my head. Before I came to my senses, the downpour was crazy. I was caught off guard and my clothes were almost wet by the rain. Strangely, instead of being angry, I am interested in the rain and want to enjoy it. Summer rain is really different, just like summer. Follow her unruly, * * * temper, and very explosive, let a person off guard. Look at the ground again, the rain is beating on the ground, and there are countless blisters on it, as if Xia girl is venting her unhappiness. Look at the sky, it's even more terrible. Dark clouds in the sky, like a runaway Tianma, rolled in like a tide, devouring the whole blue sky, leaving no gap. From time to time, with a burst of thunder, it can be seen that Xia girl's anger has arrived. Watching, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and a layer of rain curtain covers the window so tightly that things outside are almost invisible. She came to say that she had left. Before long, the rain slowly stopped, the dark clouds dispersed and the thunder became less and less. I opened the balcony door again and left. Much stronger than the wind before the rain. The rain on the roof poured down and interwoven into a beautiful symphony. It seems that Miss Xia's mood is much better. Summer rain is really strange, interesting and lovely.

7. How to write a composition about the rain in summer? When summer comes, the rain will follow.

This afternoon, it was suddenly sultry. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, fanning the electric fan constantly. Lying on the windowsill, looking at the sky, dark clouds block the blue sky and the sun one after another, and it is sending a message: it is going to rain.

Soon, it began to rain cats and dogs. Suddenly, people on the ground fell from the sky and looked for shelter in panic. Rain falls like a line, making a rustling sound. The ground soon got wet and the sunken ground was full of water. Rain hits the ground and puddles, sometimes turning up bubbles, like fish spitting bubbles, which will turn into funnel-shaped things after explosion and finally disappear without a trace. In the blink of an eye, at night, a gust of wind blew and the rain suddenly messed up. The rain rushed over like a pedestrian on the road, and fell to the ground like a broken pearl, splashing layers of water. It rained heavily, and I was extremely happy. The thunder and lightning made the rain even more terrible. Lightning flashed and night turned into day. Thunder "boom" sounded, like God's anger, like God blaming the world, and rain was its tears.

Late at night, the rain gradually stopped, and the air after the rain was particularly fresh. There are rain beads on the trees and grass, and the leaves shine in the light. After washing, plants become very energetic.

Ah! It's good to rain.

8. Composition describing Xia Yu. The rain is a hothead.

Cold and dense. Such personalized rain must be summer rain (summer rain)

"Pa, pa, pa," such a powerful voice, probably only Yu Xia so urgent. Suddenly the sky was overcast and it began to rain.

No one knows when it will rain in summer. Lightning and thunder, wind and rain, holding an umbrella will also feel the cold of summer rain.

People are flustered: who will give me an umbrella? Stop raining! Under the light, it rained one after another. Like a lively child, he threw himself into the warm embrace of Mother Earth.

Then, the rain became more and more urgent, and the streets were sparsely populated and there were fewer vehicles. Raindrops fall irregularly, like a bird longing for the blue sky. In the farmland, rain moistens hungry crops; In the soil, the rain is watering the dead flowers, which is really a "timely rain". If it rains earlier, branches and flowers may be broken.

Looking at the hazy rain from a distance, you will feel cold. Finally, the rain gradually stopped for a while, and the sun parted the dark clouds as dense as cobwebs, and everything began to look brand-new.

It's another day, a new beginning. Come on, let's work together! Call a window of the soul, and you will feel the rain, fresh air, fragrant soil and brand-new high-rise buildings, and the world will be brand-new. The rain came so fast and went so fast, which is exactly what the sentence said: come in a hurry and go in a hurry.

How beautiful the rain is, beautiful but not empty, which makes people feel intimate and comfortable. Rain is like a woman rushing to buy fresh vegetables, giving a long-lost shower to the creatures on the earth. The rain this summer! How can I speak? I love Xia Yu (Xia Yu)! Or the rain in summer. Today, I stood on the balcony, and the wind was blowing.

Suddenly, several rain stars fell on my head. Before I came to my senses, the downpour began to fall violently.

I was caught off guard, my clothes were almost wet by the rain, so I hurried into the house. Strangely, instead of being angry, I am interested in the rain and want to enjoy it.

The rain in summer is really different, just as big as Miss Xia's tears and soybeans. It follows her unruly temper and is extremely explosive, which makes people unprepared. Look at the ground again, the rain hit the ground heavily, and there were countless blisters on it, as if Miss Xia was venting her unhappiness.

Look at the sky, it's even more terrible. Dark clouds in the sky, like a runaway Tianma, rolled in like a tide, devouring the whole blue sky, leaving no gap. A dazzling flash of lightning pierced the sky, followed by a loud thunder, which showed that Xia girl's anger had arrived.

It's raining harder and harder, and a layer of rain curtain covers the window so tightly that things outside can hardly be seen clearly. Come when you say it, and leave when you say it.

It didn't take long for the rain to stop, the dark clouds dispersed and the thunder became less and less. I opened the balcony door again and went out. A cool breeze came against my face, much stronger than the wind before the rain.

The rain on the roof splashed down and interwoven into a beautiful symphony. It seems that Miss Xia is in a much better mood.

Summer rain is really strange, interesting and lovely.

9. How to write a composition in summer rain? I like rain because it is crystal clear and nourishes the world, but I prefer summer rain, which has a sense of intimacy in its roar. It combines with the wind and has invisible power. It is like a brave warrior, sweeping away all obstacles that hinder its progress and never fearing any difficulties.

In summer, the hot sun always hangs overhead, and the air is filled with fiery fire elves. They like playing tricks on people, making them sweat and even upset. Only when it rains will I suddenly relax, just like putting down a heavy stone.

Suddenly, several thunderbolts opened the sky and dark clouds immediately covered the sun. Lightning in the sky instantly kicked off the storm, "boom! Vigorous! " This symphony is both scary and crazy. Let me go. Get out of the car! Let the storm come more violently.

Summer rain, unlike spring, drops by drops, but millions of troops descend from the sky, washing this tired city and inspiring people who are exhausted physically and mentally. After falling on the concrete floor, the rain bounced again, as if it had infinite vitality. The rain falls on the ground and breaks into countless quick fragments, just like the most beautiful fireworks in nature. The rain fell on the pond and jumped up, breaking the previous silence. It's like the water in the pool has completely changed at this moment. Countless small drops of water fell on the water, as if people attending the party were dancing happily. "or!" This kind of voice is so beautiful, and everything seems so harmonious and beautiful. The rain is constantly splashing, which is an unspeakable beauty, a beauty that only nature has.