A 300-word composition about rain.

On Wednesday, May 20th, it was cloudy.

rain

This morning, the sky was gloomy, and the air was full of thick clouds, mixed with turbidity, like a big sponge full of water, which would squeeze out water at any time. In this way, a rainstorm is inevitable.

"Wow!" A shocking heavy rain changed the weather from sultry to cool. Strolling in the cultural corridor of the school, the rain hits the glass roof, and the sounds of "patting", "clicking" and "scratching" form a group of tense symphonies. When the rain is heavy and small, the topping sound is also varied. Sometimes fierce, sometimes gentle, how beautiful. Back to the dormitory, the rain is a little less and the voice is much softer, just like a girl singing a lyrical and gentle song gently.

It's still dark in the afternoon. Thunder rumbled in the sky, and a ray of lightning flashed across the sky, as terrible as the arrival of the same electric dragon. The timid female classmate heard the terrible thunder and saw the terrible lightning, and screamed with fear, even scaring the teacher who was giving a lecture.

It rained almost all day, but now it has stopped. There seems to be a faucet on it that won't turn off. It rained cats and dogs. Take a rest when you are tired and continue to go underground endlessly.

The rain finally stopped, the ground was wet, and the sand on the football field became soft. When you step on it, it is soft and the footprints are clearly visible.

Finished, physical education class fell through, and the plan of going out to play in Class Two fell through. What a pity! However, after the rain, the seedlings grew taller and stronger, and the fish in the lotus pond surfaced, scrambling to breathe fresh air.

Rain does bring us troubles sometimes, but it nourishes everything, and everything is beautiful after the rain.

I wrote it myself ~ I hope to adopt it 1~

Yu's composition is 300 words.

Winter rain, dripping underground is another rainy winter morning.

I opened my sleepy eyes and brushed away my hazy tiredness.

Looking at the rain line in the sky is like a new veil that the Weaver Girl unveiled for the earth. There is no doubt that the winter rain is beautiful, but the winter rain in my heart lacks some poetry and is a little more frustrated.

I remember the day before yesterday-17, that is, the day I got my report card, I saw the result that shocked me-the worst score ever, but I didn't cry! At noon that day, the winter rain began to drip underground, accompanied by the north wind, getting bigger and crazier.

No, winter rain penetrates human nature! She's crying for me, crying for me! Let my heart and tears infiltrate.

I have been laughing and laughing all day, and it seems that I have become a little more mature and worried.

At this time, the winter rain outside the window is raining heavily, beating the window glass and beating my heart.

She seems to be telling me that I can't be naive and naughty anymore. I should grow up.

I sat quietly at the table by the window.

It's cold and humid, and it seems that I'm a little numb.

I wrote down my winter vacation plan on a piece of white paper. For the sprint of next semester, I should restrain something! I got up and stood by the window alone.

The rain is ticking and the windows are jingling.

There is a loquat tree in the yard. That was three years ago, I ate some loquat fruits and scattered the seeds in the flower bed. A seed germinated and grew leaves. Now it is taller than me, with green leaves and full of vitality.

But occasionally one or two leaves that are not yellow under the north wind will fall.

The white leaves on the riverside are all yellow and ringing in the north wind. I know that after the Spring Festival, when I start a new semester, they will be green, and when I graduate, it is also the time for a bumper harvest.

I only hope that I can share their happiness in the harvest season of water bamboo next year.

I believe that by pushing a window, the rain is closer to me! Winter rain hits the roof; Winter rain falls on the road; Winter rain beat the leaves; Winter rain falls into the pond ... the sound is high and low, like a harmonious light music.

A few raindrops kissed my face. It's a little cold, but I like it. My mother said I was impatient and lacked meditation. This winter rain and this cold feeling can make me meditate.

My mother said that she believes that "if you are sincere, the stone will open", and I am convinced! My carefree childhood will soon be a thing of the past, but I will try my best not to humiliate her colorful sunshine. Maybe I will never get the ideal result in my mind, but at least I will have a clear conscience! Winter rain, still raining, ticking, ticking ... rain, like thousands of magical fingers, like thousands of strings, pops up ever-changing sounds.

The spring rain is soft, the summer rain is rough, the autumn rain is desolate and the winter rain is cold; Due to the change of seasons, my mood is different.

However, the color of rain is as beautiful as the sound of rain.

There are many excellent works describing rain in picture music and poetry.

Line color and musical melody are ethereal and transparent.

The thin rain flower, like a floating fog, is white, kissing people's faces lightly and feeling itchy slightly; And gently wet the clothes.

Umbrellas are like sails, floating and sinking in the rain; Also like big wings, the southeast and northwest are boundless, drifting around because of the wind.

Silent rain, silence is better than sound; Funny rain really makes people happy.

You can wander outdoors without wearing a raincoat. Rain, like honey and wine, moistens your soul.

-This strange rain, this strange rain, is like a dream.

I remember the apricot blossom and spring rain in Jiangnan. Raindrops hit the awning, and there was the fragrance of pear blossoms in the rain.

I remember the summer rain in the West Lake, full of vitality, and the lotus leaves all over the lake were beaten.

I remember the autumn rain in Tianmu Mountain. The fog was locked and all the trees rustled. The pines and cypresses that hold up the sky are washed away by the rain, which makes them look particularly vigorous.

I remember the winter rain in Fuchun River, like crying, and the smoke from huts on both sides of the river was gloomy, like a colored pencil drawing.

It's a drizzly and breezy night, suitable for reading poetry and prose.

On a stormy night, horror supernatural novels are desirable.

Otherwise, it is a pleasure to invite a few confidants, make a few cups of strong tea, buy a bag of peanuts and light a candle.

Wind and rain are more suitable for pregnant women, who often suffer from insomnia; A sound of wind and rain seems to leave people and whisper.

That summer, my friends and I sat in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion.

At that time, the water chestnut was ripe. On Lianchi Beach, the villagers were driving boats and busy picking. The white clouds in the sky and the egrets on the water set each other off.

A sudden shower, Malik Pentium; Banping Mountain suddenly disappeared, and only the dense rain hung a bead curtain on Lianchi.

In the shower, the boats that collect water chestnuts are still rocking leisurely.

People on the boat don't even wear hemp fiber.

There is not much rainfall in the south of Taiwan Province Province.

Especially in Kaohsiung, the dust is all over the sky; The branches and leaves are covered with dust, and after a shower, it is green and brand-new.

Shoushan after the rain, enchanting overlooking the silent love; Silver scale water waves are also dyed green by green hills.

On the banks of the river, on the rows of cement columns, the porcelain covers of rows of street lamps are embedded between mountains and rivers like white jade balls, which vaguely shows the scenery of the West Lake.

"The head of the Spring Rain Building is eight feet high. When will you go back to Zhejiang Chao? " Spring has really come this year, and it has just been drizzling for a few days. Living in the countryside of South Taiwan Province Province, the climate is always hot and warm, and the four seasons are always unclear. However, due to the particularly cold winter, a wave of cold current struck, with some seasonality. In the open space behind the house, after a cold winter without water, only withered weeds were scattered in disorder. Unexpectedly, after a few days of rain, the new green was quickly pulled out. A few swallows are flying lightly between hay and new green. Attracted by the chirping of birds, I got up and looked out of the study window. When I was a child, I sang a song called "Spring God is Coming" and suddenly appeared. The lyrics say, "Spring God is coming, how do you know the plum blossom oriole newspaper! Plum blossoms began in Yu Xiao, Huang Li sang new songs, and the Spring Festival God tried his hand to transform the world quickly. " At this time, the plum blossom was replaced by grass, and the oriole was replaced by a sparrow, reporting the news of spring to me. Spring God really transformed the world with rain! Spring rain not only moistens the natural land, but also affects people's lives and hearts, which makes many people feel inexplicably excited. Look! It's raining, the umbrella seller smiles in front of the already deserted shop, waiting for the embarrassing customers who are negligent in preparation; Children who love to play with water can't stand the temptation and forget their mother's warning. They are on the shallow water channel. ...

Composition about rain, 300 words.

When I woke up in the morning, there was a burst of scratching sound in my ears. I thought it was tinnitus. When I sat up, I found it was raining outside.

The clouds in the sky are black, especially black, just like after five o'clock on a sunny day.

No wonder I think my mother woke me up early.

I got out of bed and felt cold all over.

Touliu took the opportunity to blow me a few times, and I shivered: how cold! Sit down after washing and jump up immediately: "The chair is so cold!" " "This chair may have been frozen for three feet, and it took a long time to warm up.

But when I stood up and filled a bowl of porridge, it swished a lot.

Time to go out. Mother found a coat from the cupboard and put it on for me. The weather is much warmer.

Go downstairs and put on your poncho. Ha, it's so warm! After stepping on the bus, the car ran out with one foot, and the coolness came to my face, and the tip of my nose soon cooled.

I hate hitting my face with my life, which adds another layer of coolness.

In the early morning rain, everything on the road was covered with a layer of dust, and the light naturally dimmed a lot.

Pedestrians are also very cooperative, silent and silently moving forward.

Occasionally passing cars don't want to break this picture, so they walk away carefully.

In the morning, the clouds have not dispersed after the rain, and the sun squeezed into the gap and let out a little light.

Ask to write a 300-word composition about rain.

The rain in summer is hot for many days. It finally rained cats and dogs today.

I sat by the window and watched the heavy rain.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across, tearing the sky, followed by a series of muffled thunder.

The dull thunder grew louder and louder, as if he were going to break free from the shackles of thick clouds and from the torn hole.

I can't bear it any longer. I rushed out of the house with an umbrella and came to the rainy land. I kept jumping on the rainy land, splashing, and raindrops hitting my umbrella, as if telling me the joy of reunion after parting, as if whispering to me, as if playing a wonderful movement.

There are more people on the ground and more umbrellas.

In the rain, people hold umbrellas like colorful mushrooms and changing clouds.

Just as I was having a good time, my mother shouted, "Come back soon, son. You are really licking the cat's nose-you have a lot of courage. "

"So I had to reluctantly go home.

The rain in summer is really cool!

It is urgent to write a composition on rainy days at school.

Yesterday, the weather forecast said it would rain this morning. As a result, it was sunny this morning and it didn't rain at all. In fact, this can't be the weather forecast, because the weather forecast is not completely correct, and it depends on how God arranges it.

But I'm happy because I'm afraid of thunder. I can't sleep when I hear thunder and lightning, and I can't sleep because lightning is too bright, too bright and too dazzling.

I believe many people can't sleep because of this.

Today, in the middle of Chinese class, it began to rain, and the whole class cheered, with the exception of a few people.

The teacher's expression is serious, as if it were cloudy today.

Suddenly, the teacher threw away the book and said angrily,' It's not good to rain today. Keep reading when you look good, so that you can read enough and read quickly. Then, several boys shouted there,' Yes, yes.

Why? No, it's late. I have to watch it now. Please, I really can't take this class.

I dare not disobey the teacher's orders, so I can only lie on my desk and watch the rain outside in Mao Mao.

I think those boys really want to fight, knowing that the teacher is angry will add fuel to the fire.

I really want to slap them.

As a result, I have to write no less than 400 words today.

We never dare to violate classroom discipline again.

The most beautiful thing is a 300-word composition on rainy days.

Spring has come, and every corner of the earth is full of the breath of spring.

On campus, everywhere is like the sunshine in spring.

The willow tree pulls the thin willow, and the yellow leaves on it are clean; Fragrant grass and soil emerged, and clusters of bright green flowers spread out, yawning and sticking out their little heads; The children changed their heavy winter clothes into light and bright spring clothes; Birds fly out of the house and sing beautiful songs, telling us that spring is coming! Spring has really come. There is life everywhere in the pond, in the fields and in the sky.

Natural scenery has also become rich and colorful.

On a sunny day, the warm sunshine shines on your body, and the soft spring breeze blows on your face, which is both warm and comfortable: it is thrilling and exciting to take precautions and occasionally spring thunder explodes.

The scenery in spring is so beautiful that people feel even more beautiful.

I have been standing upright all winter, and my cheerful smile is full of hope.

The excitement in the park, young photography, old people fishing, children catching insects, intoxicated in the embrace of nature, lingering.

In spring, people are busier.

As the saying goes: spring.

You see, in the streets of the city, the shuttle is busy, and in the countryside, farmers are spraying the seeds of hope.

In the new semester when the classroom is closed, there is a new book, and on the wall of the book, there are also fruits of all kinds of knowledge waiting for us to pick.

I like spring. I like to smell the flowers, see the new green trees and listen to Xiao Wu's songs.

I like spring because it is full of vitality and new hope. It's a picture, and I'll show it to you one by one. Campus, fields and parks are full of charming scenery and happy people; It is a brand-new feeling, especially fine and excellent; This is a lively and colorful world: the authors fully display their spring life with a small lump, cluster, wave, smoke, king kong, adventure and verbs, which is the revelation of truth: love spring and hope ... to write their own language.

Look at a bag. Spring blows gently across the earth, and grass emerges from the ground. Their green bodies look like green carpets.

Spring winds, they sway from side to side, as if spring is nodding, which is very interesting.

You see, the flowers are blooming, red as fire, white as snow, pink as sunset and colorful.

Taohua Mountain looks like a cloud from a distance.

Flowers are the most beautiful clothes in the world.

You see, those trees like 1 the great border guards still stand there in the cold winter.

Now, they also have new branches and green leaves

In the beautiful willow pond, they grow green wicker like a pigtail.

The spring wind, four wickers swaying, dancing like a girl, is beautiful.

You see, spring rustles and hair is like needles.

In the snowmelt river, the snow merged into a stream and gurgled.

In the river, only a little tadpole swims naughtily, as if looking for its mother. It's so cute.

Look, swallows and geese fly back from the south. What is the reason? I absolutely feel that spring is beautiful, saying that they keep whispering in the air, as if calling other swallows to play with it.

Butterflies and bees dance with the nectar of bees, and butterflies are busy collecting pollen.

I love spring, I am spring, and I want to stay in my motherland forever!

A 300-word composition about rain.

On Wednesday, May 20th, a rainy morning, the sky was overcast and the air was full of dark clouds. It is like a big sponge full of water, and the water will be squeezed out at any time.

In this way, a rainstorm is inevitable.

"Wow!" A shocking heavy rain changed the weather from sultry to cool.

Strolling in the cultural corridor of the school, the rain hits the glass roof, and the sounds of "patting", "clicking" and "scratching" form a group of tense symphonies.

When the rain is heavy and small, the topping sound is also varied.

Sometimes fierce, sometimes gentle, how beautiful.

Back to the dormitory, the rain is a little less and the voice is much softer, just like a girl singing a lyrical and gentle song gently.

It's still dark in the afternoon.

Thunder rumbled in the sky, and a ray of lightning flashed across the sky, as terrible as the arrival of the same electric dragon.

The timid female classmate heard the terrible thunder and saw the terrible lightning, and screamed with fear, even scaring the teacher who was giving a lecture.

It rained almost all day, but now it has stopped.

There seems to be a faucet on it that won't turn off. It rained cats and dogs. Take a rest when you are tired and continue to go underground endlessly.

The rain finally stopped, the ground was wet, and the sand on the football field became soft. When you step on it, it is soft and the footprints are clearly visible.

Finished, physical education class fell through, and the plan of going out to play in Class Two fell through. What a pity! However, after the rain, the seedlings grew taller and stronger, and the fish in the lotus pond surfaced, scrambling to breathe fresh air.

Rain does bring us troubles sometimes, but it nourishes everything, and everything is beautiful after the rain.

I wrote it myself ~ I hope to adopt it 1~

Rainy mood composition 300 words (not good)

It is raining cats and dogs tonight.

After my mother and I finished eating, we discussed going out for a walk.

It's darker than usual outside. As soon as I went out, I felt something strange in the sky: the sky in the west flashed, as if a person was flickering with a flashlight, which stood out against the dark.

Mom guessed, "Could it be a laser?" I asked, "Where are the lasers piece by piece? I guess it will rain.

"Maybe God is eager to confirm my words, maybe my' prophecy' has come true. Less than 30 meters after walking, the "rustling" rain came.

We have to speed up our steps and hurry home.

On the way, I saw several bicycles blown down by the strong wind.

After entering the room, I hurried to the study.

Before I could turn on the light, a whisper smacked in my face.

I let out a cry and turned on the light, only to see that my mother's keyboard cover was blown down because of the strong wind.

Just one step, yeah! I was framed by the blown "hidden weapons" mouse pad again.

After I closed the window, I looked at the rain carefully.

This rain is really unusual, and the raindrops as big as beans fall on the ground.

Is the Pearl Necklace of the Empress Dowager broken? At this time, a flash of lightning "shua" suddenly cut through the sky.

I secretly took a look, but I didn't expect the sky to be purple, which scared me! It has been raining for a long time, and I haven't stopped writing a weekly diary.

I'm going to take a bath. Goodbye.

Walk in the rain and write 300 words.

Some time ago, the weather was very dry and people were expecting a heavy rain.

It finally rained today. Oblique rain across the sky, fluttering. It kept raining and people were singing happily.

I am naturally very happy, because there is a little coolness in the hot air, so comfortable! I walked in the field with an umbrella, and when I saw it, it was all green. Bean dolls all leaned out their little heads and lay prone on the ground, and Sister Corn also stretched out her little arms to enjoy the rain and dew, and kept waving to me.

Sesame bud looked at the gray day curiously, and it was raining as if to say, let me drink enough at a time. Everything in the field is so lovely! Walking in the rain, I smelled the soil in the air. I also heard the "shua shua" laughter of mother tree, the "tick" sound of rain and baby leaf coquetry, and the wind with small raindrops in mother tree's arms, playing with the "rustling" sound.

What a wonderful natural movement it is! I like rain and everything in it.

Walking in the rain and enjoying the rain scene is a kind of enjoyment and happiness!

Go out in rainy days.

It's raining, and I hear the sound of rain dripping on the glass window, so clearly.

In this world, there are too many helplessness, too many things that can't be taken away and thrown away, too many worries and longings that can't be put down, too many impulses and passions that can't be extinguished, and too many emotions that can't be given up.

These are all affecting our mood.

We can't put out the moth in our hearts, our persistence and enthusiasm for love.

Even though we know that love does not belong to precocious us, if we break the boundaries, there will be no happy ending of fairy tales.

However, we can't help but be moved, and the freshness and longing make us think.

Whenever the moonlight comes, the world suddenly quietens down and the raindrops close. Loneliness and loneliness come so suddenly, and strong uneasiness comes to my mind, occasionally wetting my eyes and crying my throat. That feeling is unforgettable.

I urgently need a shoulder to lean on, I want to be missed, I want someone to whisper in my ear, I want to snuggle in a bosom, have a good cry and release all my sadness.

Some happiness, some happiness, only destiny takes a hand can he give.

Maybe we are used to lonely children.

Too many rules disturb our life. Is it a mistake to fall in love? Busy life, but can not fill the inner emptiness and loneliness.

When darkness comes, we will be eroded to pieces. Are we too sentimental or too indifferent to fate? Loneliness is a person's carnival, carnival, and the loneliness of a group of people.

A San's songs penetrated into the deepest part of my heart.

Shouldn't we expect something from love? This indifferent world has disintegrated our dependence on each other.

Is independence mature? In the colorless sky, I am like a kite with a broken thread, trying to get rid of my fate, looking for my feelings and dreams that should not belong to me, and looking for him.

Am I too naive and unreasonable to insist on this? Shouldn't losers have expectations and fantasies? We are not cute, or we are not mature enough to meet the requirements of women.

Perhaps, love is too difficult, but we should not have too many dreams.

However, isn't it a pity that we didn't have a good love? If you don't escape from love, you can escape from harm.

Who can be safe in this world? Everyone has been hurt and is no longer a child, but still looking forward to love.

Empty sky and gray world, how can we realize the beauty in our dreams? In fact, I understand very well that the love we have been looking forward to is gone when we wake up.

But we shouldn't wander in the same place. It is beautiful to have loved and cried, and it is also a precious experience to be sad and failed.

After turning the corner, I thought I could find an ocean of happiness. After walking for a long time, I found that there was no end to the exit.

On a sunny day, the sunshine can't penetrate the sadness in my heart, and raindrops fall one after another, telling the loneliness and embarrassment of holding an umbrella alone.

Behind everyone's world, there are imperfections.

We are at the fork in the road in the future every day, and it is difficult to choose.

Worried about making a wrong move, I lost my life.

Some truths will only be understood when life is vicissitudes.

My shoulder leans against the transparent glass window, dreaming of a future without warning.

I believe we all have a future.

I just don't know if this is the other side of happiness or the beginning of a nightmare.

Melancholy surrounds the heart and plans a future without a future.

The sky is clear after the rain, but I still feel lonely.

A little bit of cool wind passes through my fingers, lingering is a touch of sadness.

Perhaps, people who can't let go of the past are doomed to be sentimental.

On a sunny day after the rain, the wind blows through the slightly wet leaves, and what cannot be blown away is endless loneliness and emptiness.

How can I fill the scattered memories in my mind? We've all had dreams, and we often find our pillows wet with tears in the middle of the night.

Where should we send our disappearance? People, there are too many things that people can't help but be helpless. Is this a mistake? What we can't let go, what we can't let go, is the longing heart and deep loneliness and emptiness, which can't cover up the precocious emotions in our hearts.

This morning, the sky was overcast, and soon it began to rain. The rain is as thin as silk, and the sound is heard, gently moistening the earth.

There are many pedestrians on the road.

Some wear raincoats, some carry umbrellas, and some shelter from the rain under the eaves.

Some people jog in the rain, others walk in a hurry.

Although it is raining, people don't feel a trace of coolness.

I stood in the rain and looked at people coming and going.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and a very big dark cloud suddenly floated from the horizon.

Suddenly, raindrops as big as marbles fell from the sky, hitting people and windows.

Cheerful raindrops hit the grass and slipped from the tip of the grass, like a crystal jewel.

After a while, the rain stopped.

The sky returned to smiling face, and Miss Yu ran home shyly.

The happy symphony in the sky stopped.

The sun also opened its old smiling face.

I thought of the scenery of the fields after the rain. There are fiery red sorghum and a big golden ear of grain in the field. Huang Chengcheng's red apples and pears are all born on fruit trees.

This is all due to the rain, and farmers' uncles will laugh from ear to ear when they see it.

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