Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Rain

Whether in study, work or life, everyone has tried to write a composition. The composition must focus on the theme and elaborate on the same theme. Don't ramble, the theme is lax or even without a theme. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is my sixth grade composition: Rain, welcome to read and collect.

Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Rain 1 Rain came quietly. I stood at the window, watching the rain as thin as silk. It flutters and falls like a colorless barrier around you. It makes everything bathe, makes the distant scenery clearer, makes the air fresher, and makes us feel that in the forest, there are birds singing, leaves rustling, and …

At this time, I feel like a drop of rain, contributing to mankind. If a fire comes, my companions and I will fall from the sky to the place where there is a fire, put out every fire, wet the burned house, and water will keep coming out when the rain stops. If there is drought, people, animals and plants are thirsty, and we become timely rain, and the rain falls to solve the drought. Spring is coming, farmers' uncles are sowing in the fields, and all seeds need water. At this time, you can't let farmers' uncles carry water one by one! So we fell down and waited until the seeds were full.

Rain falls on everything, making a sound like a beautiful melody, light and sweet, as clear as a child's voice, and as a guzheng played by a musician. Classical music reminds us of those people who lived a happy life in ancient times.

The rain stopped in a beautiful melody, and it was very quiet around. Suddenly, a drop of water fell into a roadside stream and made an unusually clear sound.

Ding-dong, ding-dong, dong-dong.

Like the end of the melody!

Composition of the sixth grade of primary school: Rain 2 is always unpredictable in summer, which surprises you for a while and surprises you for a while.

Two days ago, there was a big sun hanging high in the sky, but in the gap between a cup of tea, dark clouds have covered the whole sky. After a while, the rain poured down without warning, and it was raining heavily. I stretched out my hand carefully, and the rain that had been sleeping for many days finally breathed a sigh of relief and patted my palm heavily. My instinctive reaction was that I immediately withdrew my hand.

I like this feeling. I don't know why, maybe it was too hot a few days ago, which made me a grumpy "cat" (I hate cats very much), so I want a rain to wash away my troubles. At this time, people often listen to some lyric songs, and I am loyal to rock and roll. I listen to Linkin Park and C most. N .Blue's song, when the whole world is crying, I am still happy. I've been hoping that this "fine weather" can last, so let me play for a few more days.

In the morning, I was awakened by a cold wind. I tried to open my hazy eyes and found that the world was exceptionally fresh and the vegetation was greener. The drizzle covered it with a layer of white gauze, which made people unable to bear to destroy it. I opened the window as much as possible to let the falling rain fall on the desk. The green tea made on the table last night, I drank it without thinking. This feeling is really comfortable!

Suddenly I understand why I like this feeling:

Drink a pot of green tea, dilute fatigue, and beg for a pure land of mind. ...

Composition of the sixth grade in primary school: Rain 3 Rain is a changeable spirit. Sometimes she is gentle, sometimes she is unrestrained, sometimes it is drizzling, and sometimes it is raining cats and dogs.

In spring, Miss Yu is in a good mood. Look! She saw flowers and vibrant scenes all over the mountains, and her heart was full of joy, and she shed a few tears of joy. Soft raindrops touch flowers and green grass like kind mothers. In this way, the crystal beads of rain fell on the flowers and plants. Brother Sun stretched himself. Under the illumination of light, raindrops are more sparkling and flowers are more vivid and fragrant. Aunt Chun was very happy to see the scene, revealing a bright face!

In summer, she is unrestrained and uninhibited. Brother Sun has changed so much! He was high above, and beams of strong sunlight shone down. People seem to let the sun bake. It's too hot. When the rain girl watched it, the people who watched him lived in such a hot and dry situation, and tears flowed down, impatient and distressed. This time, tears are more urgent and faster. Hua, Hua, the rain fell on the house, on the tree and on the umbrella, all of which became wonderful keys. Rain girl uses her finger.

The rain has stopped, perhaps it is the joy after refreshing. In the distance, there was a clear birdsong. Wherever we go, the sound of rain is tinkling and the sound of nature constitutes a unique melody in the world, a natural rhyme!

Rain girl is tired. In autumn and winter, her figure is less, but this song has been echoing in my mind, and it is still the most beautiful melody in my heart!

Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Rain 4 is our precious spiritual wealth. Reading induces people's thoughts, makes imagination transcend time and space, enriches people's thoughts, such as contacting the wise old people, opening up people's spiritual world, making life better, edifying people's sentiments and making people more cultivated. Now, let me introduce my reading life.

I didn't like reading before, and I always thought reading was boring. But since reading the famous novel Water Margin, I have changed this pedantic view.

One afternoon, under the pressure of my teacher, I picked up Water Margin and read it casually. After reading only a few pages, I found that I seemed to like this book. The thrilling stories, thrilling scenes and vivid characters in the book made me addicted to it. Song Jiang, a timely rain with heavy feelings and righteousness. Li Kui jy, a powerful black whirlwind, and Song Wu, a martial artist ... these lifelike characters seem to have come to my side, which makes me like reading Water Margin better.

As the saying goes, books are the ladder of human progress. Books bring people knowledge and fun. Although books are not everything, you can't do anything without books! Let's study hard in youth.

Composition of the sixth grade of primary school: rain 5 brothers rain, brotherhood.

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After school, the sky is gloomy and it has been raining.

I was walking alone on the road, and the rain hit my face, which made people feel chilly.

Walking in front of me are a pair of brothers and sisters. The elder brother held the younger brother tenderly, and the younger brother gently leaned his head under his shoulder. It seems very sweet.

I walked slowly behind them and looked at them.

The wind is blowing, the trees are blown aside by the wind, and the wind growls at people like an angry lion.

"Brother, I am cold." Brother stopped and said.

"Never mind, look at me." Brother also stopped.

My brother put his hands over his mouth and took a breath of hot air, only to see white gas rushing into his palm. After a while, the white gas disappeared.

My brother put his arm around his brother's face.

"Is it warm?"

The younger brother didn't answer. Like the older brother, he put his hand to his mouth and took a breath of hot air. Then he reached up with his little white hand and couldn't reach his brother's face, so he stood on tiptoe and hugged him gently.

My brother laughed and my brother cracked his mouth. Laughter echoed throughout the rainy day, so sweet. It makes people feel very warm.

That scene, let a person see. Feel the deep affection.

Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Rain 6 It rained today. I listened to the rain quietly by the window. Well done!

Small raindrops fall naughtily on the endless traffic, on colorful umbrellas supported by people coming and going, and on the windows of every household, all of which make a ticking sound. When you listen carefully, it is like playing a beautiful symphony.

Small raindrops danced in the air and landed on the grass, just playing with the slide, as if they were having a good time. The color of small raindrops is also changeable. The sky is blue, the grass is green, and the flowers are colorful raindrops. How amazing!

At this time, a gust of autumn wind blew, and Aunt Autumn Wind took away the naughty and lovely elf in the Heavenly Palace. Brother Wuyun ran away despondently, and Grandpa Sun showed a bright smile again. The sky is clear and the air is fresh after the rain. Don't mention how happy you are! I like rainy days, and I like the air after rain.

Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Rain 7 is raining outside the window, "sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic"

Rain-composed of countless glittering and translucent water drops, neatly arranged in a row, like a bead curtain desperately falling on land and sea. Rain falls gently on the fish pond, and water drops on the water surface, arousing a small halo and rippling around like a circle. The rain falls gently on the young trees, and the young trees nod happily, as if thanking the rain for giving them good nutrients and making them thrive; The rain falls gently on the flower, and the flower is like a passionate girl, waving to the rain from time to time, as if welcoming it. Rain, without asking for anything in return, gave its humble life to nature in obscurity.

The rain fell gently on people playing on the playground. They played in the rain, and their laughter covered the rustling of the rain; The rain fell intermittently on the athletes who worked hard on the runway. "sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic" cool rain fell on their heads and bodies, eliminating the fatigue of the day for them; Rain drops on the threshold and makes a small splash. A painter who pondered for a moment saw this scene and could not help but draw this beautiful scene. Rain has given people a lot.

Rain falls into the arms of nature and people's hearts, sasha vujacic sasha vujacic.

Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Rain 8 rained last night; This is the spring rain. It was so quiet and light that I didn't even notice the handwriting on the balcony.

In the morning, when I opened the window, a fresh air came to my nose. I took a deep breath and reveled in the best gift the spring rain gave me. At the same time, I also received this gift from the buttonwood tree that has been accompanying me outside the window. The buds that were still sleeping in the branches last night all woke up overnight and turned into green leaves. I thought: the hibernating animals must have crawled out. Peach blossom and pear blossom are competing to open, showing their beautiful posture, attracting hardworking bees and butterflies, and nature has also awakened. They all come to the Spring Festival gala promulgated by the Spring Rain. The tadpole can't wait to see her mother, too. In the field, raindrops are hanging on the wheat seedlings, and they are jointing. I seem to hear their cheers. Grass also grows grass, and swallows come back from the far south. Here we go again, the spring rain is coming again! Like cow hair, like a flower needle ... it is scattered on the falling land and moistens people's hearts. ...

Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: One day in June, the child changed his face as soon as he said it. Wan Li was just a sunny Wan Li, but now it's lightning and thunder. I looked out of the window, the dark clouds seemed to devour the whole sky, and the rain seemed to play a symphony of fate with life!

Tears fell silently, holding a poor test paper in his hand. The bright red cross stung my eyes like lightning, and it stung my heart even more. I really can't stand the teacher's incomprehension and the classmate's snigger.

I rushed out and ran in the rain. I ran, shouted and screamed, venting my depression in an indescribable way. I cocked my head and let the rain hit my face, playing a sad movement. ...

I dragged my heavy body home, and then turned on the stereo at full blast. I fell feebly in the corner and collapsed on the floor, and the music was deafening. It seems that only in this way will I not feel lonely and afraid. I was tired and cried, and my pride became a thing of the past.

"cheep ~" the door opened, it was mom, and I was speechless.

My mother held me in her arms, and I immediately felt warm and dependent. But the tears of injustice are also slipping quietly. "Son, winning or losing is common. You can't just look at the scores. You need to know why this happened and what to do in the future. You have to face failure with a smile, cheer up and prove yourself with your own strength. Don't reject the rainbow because of a little dark cloud. "

I nodded thoughtfully.

"Go out and have a look."

I opened the door and a burst of air mixed with the smell of earth came at me. I looked up and saw a beautiful rainbow. It's really beautiful.

Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Rain 10 Spring has come, and flowers and trees are competing to grow against the spring breeze. At this time, we also ushered in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

"It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. " Yes, there are many rains during the Qingming Festival, just like people's silently sad hearts.

Our family is no exception. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, my family went to visit the grave. Facing the tombstone, we only miss our loved ones and feel faint sadness in our hearts. Today is a rainy day, and the rain is really like what Zhu Ziqing said: "Rain is the most common, and it lasts for three or two days, so don't bother. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, a thin layer of smoke is woven on the roof. " This rain is really like cow hair, like needles, like filaments.

I still remember the last time I visited the grave: it was very hot, as if all the water on the earth had evaporated, and the students were drinking water while walking, but no one complained. Back in the classroom, the first thing everyone does is sit on the bench and drink water. At this time, I don't even have the strength to speak. This picture is spinning in my mind.

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival worthy of our attention.

Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Rain 1 1 Naughty Mao Mao Rain swarmed, leaving their closest Baiyun mother and throwing herself into the arms of Mother Earth. Just then, a faint white mist appeared in the air, which looked like a white wedding dress from a distance. The mountains in the distance merge with the sky, and the boundary between heaven and earth is not so clear. The light rain opened one splash after another on the ground, which was beautiful.

Sand, sand, sand ... Light rain touched the window and left its footprints on it. Naughty light rain danced wildly on the calm lake, making the lake restless. Light rain fell on the leaves and hit the slide. Light rain is sliding on the small flowers and grass. How wonderful and amazing.

Xifeng took a light rain and fell on me; The feeling of coolness passed through my mind, but it seemed to be mixed with other ingredients. ......

The rain gradually stopped, but these charming raindrops are still in my heart. Although it is not as beautiful as a symphony or as smooth as a midnight snack, it is as quiet as a spring; Serenade is smooth; There is a faint scent of jasmine. This seems to be a wonderful movement of nature. That string of crisp and sweet notes echoed in my ears.

Charming light rain is the most beautiful song and gift of nature!

Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Rain 12 After several days of high temperature of more than 30 degrees Celsius, it finally rained today, and it was a day's rain.

I fell asleep at four or five o'clock this morning. I only heard the rumble of thunder and rain, and I couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality. Even the time of rain was later known.

When I just woke up, it was raining in the sky, and the sound of raindrops hitting the ground was ringing.

Out of the door, the rain has stopped, only the eaves are still dripping. It's cloudy, and the uneven ground is full of water. Around 9 o'clock, it rained a little more.

The sky is still dark in the morning, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance of earth. But in the afternoon, Wan Li was clear and a fiery red sun hung in the blue sky. It's hot again, and the electric fan on the head turns tirelessly again.

After 5 o'clock, it was dark, the lights were on in the classroom, school was over, and it began to rain again. It's raining cats and dogs, the wind is blowing, and the thunder is rumbling, which makes people upset. When I got home, the rain was much less, and the raindrops gently hit me, making people tremble. The bean-sized raindrops wet my clothes and hair. Although it is cold, it is cool and comfortable.

The weather is really changeable, from sunny to rainy.

Composition: Rain 13 Hello, I'm Rain. I have many brothers and sisters in our rain family. My eldest brother is called rainstorm, my elder sister is called thunderstorm, and my second brother is called typhoon rain ... I am the drizzle.

Spring has come, everything is revived, and I water every inch of land with my own sweat. As a result, willows are more graceful, pines and cypresses are more lush, and peach blossoms are more charming ... what a beautiful world!

Summer is coming, and the sun is scorching the earth. Cicada flapping its wings in the tree, complaining anxiously. It longs for a cool place. Rhubarb dog in front of the door is usually imposing and overbearing. Why does he hang his head listlessly today? It seems that I have to comfort them. Look, I'm flying down from the sky, fluttering and swaying ... rhubarb dog has regained her old air, and cicadas have begun to live and dance in trees. I smiled with relief. ......

In our rain family, my big brother is stormy, strong-willed and aggressive. My sister cried louder than anyone in the thunderstorm, but she never shed a tear after crying; Second brother Tai Yufeng is actually a cowardly guy. He's just being told by Uncle Feng to run amok. My parents like me best. I am their little daughter. Gentle and kind-hearted, with beautiful singing voice, always brings happiness to people.

Do you still remember me My name is Xiaoyu.

Sixth grade composition: Rain 14 "Hoo! Hoo! " A gust of wind blew, the trees bent, the birds stopped singing, and a piece of white paper fluttered like a white elf, flying in the sky for a while and rolling on the ground for a while, unaware that a storm was coming.

The rain began to rain, like crystals and pearls, with a string of thunder falling on the ground, hitting rocks, hitting tiles and leaves ... A music evening kicked off: the "hissing" rain hit the dry ground and emitted white smoke; "wow! Wow! Hey! " The rain beat on the carport and gave off a violent drum; "Ding-dong! Hey! " Rain plays the piano and dances on the river. "brush! Brush! " Accompanied by the sound of opening umbrellas, the party reached its climax, and there were wonderful sounds in all directions. In the storm, everything is no longer groggy, but brand-new, and the fresh air is refreshing. On the river, raindrops are on the bow, making a "ding! Hey! " This voice has flowed into people's hearts.

Unconsciously, the rain stopped, and the golden sunshine was cut into pieces by the leaves and given to people. Seven ribbons appeared on the horizon, birds circled in the sky, and insects crawled out of their hiding places, singing and busy.

The world that has been baptized by wind and rain shines in the sun!

Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Rain 15 rain, falling quietly and intermittently.

I sat by the window, quietly listening to the sound of rain falling, watching it fall to the ground, raindrops dancing freely in the wind, they splashed, the wind mixed with rain, the rain mixed with wind, they were just right. After splashing, the falling raindrops disappeared. But the ripples it aroused slipped on the windows, on the leaves and in people's hearts.

Rain fell on the gravel road with small trees on both sides. Raindrops washed away pebbles and green leaves, and everything was washed clean. Pieces of moss have also become greener, and green is shining. On this quiet gravel road, there will inevitably be pedestrians walking slowly with umbrellas. They walked slowly, listening to the rain …

Now, my impetuous heart has gradually calmed down and I am walking on the gravel road. With such a small rain, I don't want to take an umbrella, because I always feel that this crystal raindrop is a very sacred thing, giving people a very clean feeling. I am willing to accept the baptism of rain and let it drop on my hair, face and arms at will …

Those children who play in the rain, they seem to forget that it is raining around, they still play wantonly, their laughter and the sound of rain blend together …

I imagine the dancing spirit, the soul of rain, flying around the world, quietly, without disturbing anyone.