A 700-word composition describing the environment in the rain

1. "In the Rain" composition requirements: 1. Use appropriate description of the environment in the article 2. More than 600 words

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Spring rain is the softest. If the spring rain comes, you try to let the rain brush your face. The feeling is gentle, like a mother gently touching your face, very comfortable. The grass and flowers will become more colorful with the nourishment of spring rain. Spring rain is their nutrition.

Summer rain is the worst. The rain hit the eaves, and the glass made a "squeaking" sound, which made people think that Xia Yu was like a crazy bee that kept buzzing. The feeling of being hit in the face by Xia Yu was not good. It hurts like a small stone thrown into the face.

Autumn rain is a combination of spring rain and summer rain. Sometimes the autumn rain sweeps over the earth in thin lines, and sometimes it is like hair. Falling like a roar. However, the autumn rain is the messenger of harvest. When the autumn rain falls, the farmer feels more relaxed, because the harvest day is here.

The winter rain is like an ancient rain. Women rarely show up. If it rains in winter, it is probably snow. At this time, the children are happy and can have fun again. p>

Rain brings freshness to our world. Every time it rains, the earth is as fresh as a filter.

Rain is weak and the world. The lightest thing on the ground can't knock the heavy reinforced concrete building, but the tile house is different. The raindrops tinkling on it, and the people in the hut can get close to each other in the rain. The blessing of nature. When the rain is strong, the sound becomes loud and exciting, like the roar of a hundred horses, or the galloping of ten thousand horses. When the rain slows down, the sound becomes softer, and gently penetrates your heart, like the gentle breeze in your ears in the warm spring. The music seems to be specially designed for rain. They play dutifully, and endless affection fills the hearts of people who listen to the rain.

People like to sit quietly alone when their hearts are filled with nostalgia and sighs. Listen to the rain. The old man with lofty ideals has the ambition of "lying at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glaciers come to sleep"; the late beauty has the resentment of "the yellow-leafed tree in the rain, the white-headed man under the lamp"; the lovesick lover has the ambition of "the sycamore tree is more and more delicate" Rain, to dusk, bit by bit"; the sentimental poet has the reverie of "listening to the spring rain in a small building all night, selling apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty".

Rain has become people's way of modifying their feelings and sustenance. The messenger of wishes.

In my spare time, I was lucky enough to return to the place where I once listened to the rain. It happened to be a light rain, and I heard the familiar yet unfamiliar sound of rain again. It reveals a strange mood, the kind that I have not communicated with for a long time. It is thousands of miles away from me, showing that it is unfamiliar to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. The joy of waking up from a dream and the sense of vicissitudes after being confused.

Oh, what I meet in the sound of rain is actually my self that has been separated by time and space, and it is telling me everything about my past. Now, I asked myself: Who am I? Am I still the same person as before?

There is a saying: "The young man is listening to Yuge upstairs, the candles are dimly lit. "In the prime of life, I listen to the rain in a boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese cry out to the west wind." Different life situations lead to different feelings of listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, the rushing of true love, and the gurgling of time. Flow. In addition to the echoes of the years, the sound of rain also contains the regrets of the past and the lingering melancholy. It seems that only in the gentle sound of rain on this tiled house can the soul breathe and life can continue. .

The sound of rain is still ringing, like my real heartbeat...

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When it rains, I put my hand out of the window and touch it. The heartbeat of the rain. A refreshing coolness suddenly purified all the thoughts in the mind.

The rainman slid down the invisible slide in the sky and fell to the ground, suddenly splashing with crystals. Transparent water flowers, how happy they are!

I looked at all this happily, as if I had joined their team, and we danced together, and the water flowers bloomed on the ground together.

A faint fragrance came from the distance, which brought me back to my basics. It penetrated deep into my soul and was difficult to erase.

The rain suddenly stopped, and I was shocked - the rain. The people disappeared, the water splash disappeared, the singing and laughter disappeared, everything disappeared. I returned to the real world. I was still me, a child with flesh and bones, no longer the crystal rain man just now. Everything just now seems like a wonderful dream, and it is still unfinished. Oh, it will rain again, and the rain people will fall from the sky again! 2. Description of the environment of walking in the rain

The first rain is Xiaoxiao, hold on. Oil-paper umbrella, walking alone in the lonely rain alley. The rain is a lonely beauty, fluttering around the rain alley with delicate steps.

Lingering, waiting, she appears like a lilac. Floating by, and then dissipated in the "Sorrow of Rain". We met, passed each other, turned around, and missed. I hope to meet a girl who is as sad as a lilac.

The loneliness of the rain. The lightness of the rain, the sadness of the rain.

She has the same color as lilac, the same fragrance as lilac, and the same sadness as lilac. My world is condensed in a short time.

A trace of scar hangs in the corner of the wall. In this lonely rainy alley, she only looked at her lightly when I met her. I still walked silently, with sadness. After arriving at the dilapidated fence, we walked through the rainy alley. In the sad song of the rain, I hope that a girl with a lilac-like knot and a sorrowful knot will float by.

Still holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking alone in this rainy alley, the green tile-roofed house is damp. Stone road. Simple old things and deep alleys. You are the walking scenery. When you turn around and leave, you have disappeared without a trace, but Yuxiang is destined to have a piece of it that lasts forever. 3. Please provide a description of the rain environment.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier. It can be said to be a heavy rain.

The big raindrops in the sky hit the accumulated water on the road sideways, causing splashes of water. The water splashes were like small fountains. When they fell on the ground, they turned into transparent little hats.

In an instant, the open space in front of my window was washed clean. In the flower bed in the open space, pearl-like raindrops rolled on the delicate petals, making the delicate petals more crystal clear and beautiful! A few drops of water fell from the sky, and suddenly I heard a voice: "It's raining!" Then there was a loud thunder and heavy rain. The rain hit the banana leaves and made a "squeaking" sound; the rain hit the balcony and made a "squeaking" sound. The sound of "baji"; the rain hitting the roof makes the sound of "baba";... intertwined into a joyful and harmonious symphony.

The umbrellas on the road are just flowers. These flowers are not afraid of rain or wind. The flowers are pouring into the campus, and the campus is full of beautiful flowers. The wind whistles in the rain; the grass dances in the rain; the trees sing in the wind and rain. 4. An essay describing the environment of waiting in the rain

When I first arrived at the hotel, my mother and I climbed up the arc-shaped stairs to the self-service restaurant on the second floor, where we saw beautiful piano music playing on a black grand piano. , the chic tables and chairs reveal a bit of elegance, and there are many delicacies listed on a beautiful oval edge, such as fruits, breads, porridge and side dishes with full color, aroma and taste. My mother and I took the plates and started to choose During the meal, suddenly, my mother said excitedly: "Chenchen, you can be my waiter. Let me feel what it feels like to serve my daughter!" I was surprised, nodded, and agreed readily.

Mom sat down and said, "Go and get me some bacon, vegetables, ham and bread. Remember to make it look nice!" Oh my god, my mother is so difficult to serve. ", I clumsily made the platter for my mother, but my mother said: "Chenchen, why do you make it so ugly? I have no appetite." After finally serving my mother, I picked some for myself and started eating, and my mother started eating again. Said: "Chenchen, go get a bowl of spicy spicy soup for mom! It's a bit too dry to eat these things." I quickly held the small bowl, scooped up the spicy spicy soup with a spoon, and poured it into the bowl. The mouth of the bowl was too dry. When I was young, I poured a lot of food outside while shouting. I was speechless. Who told me that I had never really served rice? It's really shameful. It's so big that it can't even hold a bowl of soup!

Thinking about eating at home, every time my parents serve the rice before asking me to eat. When have I ever served them a meal? From now on, we can no longer just "talk" without "practicing", we have to start from small things.

After finishing the spicy soup, my mother said she wanted to drink a glass of water after the meal, and asked me to pour her a cup of black tea. I held the cup and the heavy teapot tremblingly, and the one beside me A waitress saw that I was a little overwhelmed, so she hurriedly came to help. She said thank you and gave the black tea to my mother. I was very happy to see my mother holding the tea cup and enjoying the tea leisurely. Only then did I realize that there was not much left on my plate. Look at me, I take good care of my mother. She has even forgotten about myself. Please comfort yourself quickly.

I picked up some things I wanted to eat, and just as I put them down, my mother said, "Chenchen, please give me some fruit." I haven't eaten anything yet, woo woo, I held the plate and put some fruit for my mother. She started eating. I quickly got myself a glass of milk. My mother said again: "Chenchen, you forgot to put sugar in my black tea. You didn't take good care of me!" I quickly went to get a small bag of white sugar for my mother. 5. In the Rain, a 700-word essay

Open your arms in the rain and ride a bicycle in a hugging posture.

Safety risks can be put aside for the time being, because my heart has been quietly filled with the richness brought by the rain. The joyful raindrops beat on the joyful face, and the sad raindrops soothe the soft heartache.

I am used to singing loudly in the rain when I am ecstatic, and I am used to feeling dejected in the rain when I am sad. Is rain the most profound gift from God that resonates with human emotions? Free but priceless.

But look, those people who are walking in panic in the rain, those who are dodging in the rain, those who are hesitating and complaining under the dripping roofs - haven't they received this wonderful gift? Why should they dodge, why should they flee? Rather than resist, accept it. It is natural for people to be generous.

If you can be grateful to God because you love the sunshine, don't curse "this damn weather!" because you hate the rain getting your beautiful clothes wet. In the rain, sometimes all you can do is accept it. Heavy rain has drowned the dreams of countless sailors. Whether you accept it or not, rain is always like that.

Perhaps, this furious rain is also a sincere gift from God to proud humans. The free rain forces humans to pay for their shallow pride. It's much more than that.

Along with the falling rain, there is also the poetry that God wants to let people know. In the rain, people walk like children.

Turn the umbrella in your hand and click the rhythm of "papa" under your feet. The initial smoothness of life makes people so happy that they want to thank the rain.

The next step is the fall. It hurt so hard.

Wounds and tears. But Yu no longer felt friendly at this time.

So what? You can only pick up your wounds and move on. The wound still hurts, but I want to thank you again.

This gratitude has made a completely different difference. And these are all given by rain and are the most abundant gifts given by nature.

Everyone, please accept it quietly and savor it carefully, it is enough to spend a lifetime. Known or unknown consequences, walking calmly or running away in panic.

The rain keeps falling, as if God is silent and only smiles. Life goes on, and so does the rain.

We are all in the rain.... 6. Sentences describing the environment in the rain

The drizzle fell quietly and silently, like the silver threads spun out by countless silkworm ladies.

Thousands of filaments ripple in the air. The long and charming gauze covers the dark fields.

The silky drizzle fell from the sky. The raindrops were so small and the rain curtains were so dense, covering the mountains with white gauze like cicada wings. The raindrops are very thin and soft, like catkins floating in spring.

Like mist-like rain, like rain-like mist, lingering incessantly. In an instant, the raindrops formed a line, and with a "wow" sound, the heavy rain poured down from the sky like the sky had collapsed.

It was drizzling outside the window, and the little raindrops seemed to be accompanied by a little dance. I couldn't help but be tempted by the world outside the window. The beautiful flowers in the rain are like wearing a crystal dress, even more delicate.

Under the flash of neon lights, the raindrops are like bright pearls, dazzling and more beautiful than the gems and diamond rings. These "little pearls" seem to be dancing ballet beside them. Up and down, they seem like willow trees dancing with water drops.

After the baptism of spring rain, the air is fresh and moist, the leaves are green, the spring flowers are in full bloom and the grass is full of vitality. The naughty drizzle began to fall, flying straight into the faces of steaming pedestrians, giving people a refreshing feeling.

Pitter patter, pitter patter. The sound is soft and soft, like the sound of grain seeds popping, like the sound of green grass growing leaves, like the sound of bamboo shoots tipping the soil... That is obviously spring rain, doesn't it symbolize the gentle character of spring? Thin raindrops weave a huge rain curtain, connecting the sky and the earth together, making the scenery on the ground blurry.

The space between heaven and earth is like an extremely wide bead curtain. The rain fell on the opposite roof, splashing water and covering the roof.

The rainwater flowed down the eaves, starting like broken beads, and gradually connected into a line. More and more water on the ground formed into small streams. The watery road is like a sparkling river.

The umbrellas held by people who had to go out were like petals floating on the water waves; the occasional passing vehicles were like small boats traveling in the water waves. Unfortunately, the weather was not good, and at about three o'clock, it began to rain lightly, and the smoke-like rain slowly fell on the face.

The raindrops were heavy. Following the wind, they fell diagonally on the windowsill, and watermarks immediately appeared on the dry blue bricks. I don't know when, the spring rain fell. The rain was like silk, light and thin. I couldn't hear the sound of pattering, and I couldn't feel the dripping rain.

The heavy rain kept falling, and the raindrops kept hitting the earth, as if there was a big watering can in the sky, giving the earth a shower. Suddenly, raindrops as big as soybeans fell down obliquely, and the ground looked like a pockmarked face, with flowers blooming all over the place.

The rain is getting heavier, faster, and more sloping. After a while, the water on the ground turned into a river.

When I went out, I found that the rain was heavier than what I had seen at home. From time to time, there would be a strong wind, which made me unable to distinguish between east, west and north! I held the umbrella and struggled to walk forward. Listening to the sound of big raindrops hitting the umbrella, I felt that the umbrella would be broken into pieces in an instant. The dark clouds suddenly came down.

The dull thunder moved towards us from the northwest, and then, a string of raindrops as big as beans fell. In an instant, strings of raindrops poured down overwhelmingly. Rain, it gave the leaves a bath.

The originally gray leaves turned into emeralds, crystal clear and completely new. Gradually, the wind weakened and the world became calm again.

Looking around, the heavy rain is still falling, but the strong wind has completely disappeared. The raindrops fell continuously from the eaves like broken beads, and flowers bloomed on the ground.

The accumulated water falling from the ground forms a mini "Dongting Lake". The small mounds in it are the land, and a few leaves happen to be drifting by. This is a leisurely fishing boat┄┄It's so interesting Got it! Suddenly a gust of wind rolled up the curtains, and there was the sound of raindrops on the awning outside the window. A flash of lightning flashed, a loud crack of thunder, a thunder exploded on the roof of the building, and in an instant, heavy rain fell from the sky. The wind carried the rain and drifted into the window diagonally, so I quickly closed the window.

Through the glass window, enjoy the summer rain scene. The rain scene is so beautiful, it is like a Chinese landscape painting, like a poem, and like a beautiful and hazy dream... Just when I was completely intoxicated by this beautiful scenery, suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and I was suddenly startled. I was worried that this scenery would disappear in a short while and would never be seen again. I greedily admired this beautiful scenery like a wet ink painting and refused to leave for a long time... I began to appreciate the rain scene: the rain fell slowly. As I stood, the buildings in the distance were hazy.

The rain fell in the small puddles, splashing water, small and cute water splashes... The noisy road also became quiet for this reason. On the wet road, only students after school were left holding umbrellas and walking in the rain, like small petals blooming in the rain.

Occasionally, there are a few cars driving back and forth on the road. At this time, there was another scene outside the door. 7. Essay on the wonderful things hidden in the rain, 700 words

The wonderful things hidden in the rain I like to walk in the drizzle and walk alone on the shiny paths. I like the fresh and natural feeling of light rain on my face. Feeling; I like the cool world, the world that is not stained by anything; I like to feel its refreshing and cleanliness in the light rain; I like to think about problems in that environment. I like all the wonderful things hidden in the rain. However, everything Something changed that day. It was raining heavily. I looked at the muddy road outside and just didn’t want to go out. The sound of rain kept echoing around me. The coolness of the rain soaked into my whole body. It tempted me. I Wrapped up tightly, I walked into the rain. The temperature did drop a lot, and I felt a little bit cool from time to time. For a while, I couldn't help but feel a little tired of the rain, and my mood became cold. Suddenly, I found two people in the rain. The figures were clearly a child of seven or eight years old and a mother in her thirties. They held an umbrella together, and the mother desperately tilted the umbrella towards the child, but her other shoulder was already soaked. , but she didn't care at all. How happy that child was! My heart felt a little warmer. As I walked, I saw a vast expanse of water in front of me—perhaps a bit exaggerated, but the area of ????the water was indeed not small. I saw the shining place in the distance, and I was worried about what to do. I had to go over there. When I got there, I looked down and saw who had placed a few bricks in the water. The distance was just right, just enough to attract people. I was very pleasantly surprised! There was a warm current in my heart. When I came to the station, the world was much brighter. The bus came. Although there were many people on the bus, there was a tacit understanding between them: the person holding an umbrella would rather get wet in the rain than get on the bus. Put the umbrella away; the person wearing the raincoat tries to keep himself away from others; the person holding the umbrella puts the umbrella in a corner away from the crowd after getting on the bus; the person wearing the raincoat wipes the rain off the seat before getting off the car... My heart feels warm. The rain in my heart has stopped long ago. The sun has come out and the light is shining. There is a new scenery in the rain - people care for each other.