Listening to the rain's composition

In our ordinary study, work and life, everyone has dealt with writing. Writing is a kind of speech activity with high comprehensiveness and creativity. What is the composition you have seen? The following are my collected compositions listening to the rain for your reference, hoping to help friends in need. Listen to the rain composition 1

Da, Da, Da "The rain came quietly. The sound of the rain was abrupt and crisp, and the whole world was quiet. The raindrops were shaken by the clouds, jumping on the leaves like curious children, and all of a sudden, they whirled to the ground and rushed into the puddle.

It rained heavily, and one person was alone. The air is filled with the faint scent of grass, which surrounds my heart. Slowly, I feel relieved. Everyone becomes quiet, and the pace of life seems to slow down. My thoughts are precipitated in this melodious melody. < P > Gradually, when it rains, the raindrops jump down from the leaves, like playing with a parachute. Strings of crisp music linger in my ears, like ripples. The rain stopped, the fog dispersed, and the sunshine tore up the hazy silence and sprinkled it on the earth again. The lake was covered with a silver-yellow gauze, which was too dazzling. It called the lake to wave, naughty water drops, ding, jumped to the bottom and ran away.

After the rain, the leaves were washed clean and the oil was bright, so I stretched myself. At this time, the raindrops, which had no time to dodge, rolled over and slipped from the edge of the leaves, and became one with Mother Earth.

After the rain, it was cool and refreshing, so I knew that it was autumn! Listening to the rain composition 2

The rain outside the window keeps coming and singing like a song; As delicate as poetry; Like flowing water, it gives people a very fresh feeling. It seems to remind me of something.

On the afternoon of the weekend, I was trying to read a little while holding a roll of essays. There was a wind in my ears, and the pages were turned over. The wind passed by, and the face was wet, and the nose was fresh. Vaguely, it seemed that there was a slight patter on the window, which was slender and almost unnoticed, but it touched one of my nerves. I couldn't help pacing the window and looking out. The window was already blurred, and the continuous rain was like a filament, weaving between heaven and earth. When people who want to come from afar look here, the small building will also be shrouded in this fine and touching net. Landscape dripping wet, small building stands, China ink painting has always liked to copy this scene?

at night, I lay awake in bed, and the rain outside the window was dense and rustling, hitting the branches, hitting the eaves and hitting the bluestone floor of the courtyard of the small building. The sound of rain in the afternoon is like light music, subtle and vivid. At this moment, the sound of rain is like the score of a festival, gentle and smooth, and the wind whizzes past, bringing a dense rain, and it is like the sound of a pipa to urge people to walk. The small building is a retro wooden structure, with eaves of tiles, wooden doors and windows, and raindrops beating on the tiles, clanging cymbals. In ancient times, people also used blue tiles as musical instruments, striking the only lasting appeal. Rain trickled down the tile trough and eaves. It is conceivable that the small building is like a layer of water curtain, with countless small streams blowing down, like a small waterfall, flowing into the rain drain under the eaves, like a small moat, gently dripping, telling and laughing ... The rain hits the window glass and makes a "ding-ding" sound, like a dulcimer, crisp and sweet, and the rain clicks on the single wooden window. Listening to the Rain Composition 3

On the huge surface of the Rhine River, it is drizzling continuously, like Beethoven's music floating upstream like a white-toothed piano. Sometimes melodious, sometimes elegant, sometimes as calm as a street at night. I can never forget the sound of my favorite rain.

The falling rain spread gradually. I never know whether the story it tells is sad or sad.

I like this feeling. I'm in a corner of the room, leaning against the window, listening to the rain and watching the gloomy sky outside. Tick-tock, its pace is light, and ripples on the ground. I have always believed that rain has feelings. Listen to the rain, listen to the sound and listen to the feelings.

Xiao Yu is always singing happily, and those notes are running and screaming happily. On such a night, I always sleep deeply and can't wake up.

it's raining cats and dogs. They banged heavily on the glass, "bang" and "bang". I tried to ask if it was unhappy, but it never answered, only it rained harder. At this time, the rain was like a wild animal, roaring, rushing, and uninterrupted.

I used to believe that rain is people's tears. The sound of rain expresses their different feelings directly and never hides them. I want to be a drop of rain. Although my life is short, I can show my true self.

I still remember the drizzle in my dream, which fell on the grass and into my heart, picturesque and intoxicated. Listen, they are whispering; Listen, that's the voice of their hearts. Like the milky way, it is beautiful and light.

The sound of rain is a beating note, but it is more endless than it. It knocks on my heart drop by drop. It is the messenger of heaven and scattered all over the world. When the rain gradually stopped, I opened the window and sat in the corner of the room. I don't know when it started, and the sunshine was oblique. I don't know how many days and nights I've been looking forward to, but May has arrived. This summer seems far less hot than in the past, but it adds a little autumn flavor. A lingering sadness slowly permeates the surrounding air. The sun collected the last ray of sad light, so the night came. The black velvet night is dotted with a few looming stars. There is no moon, and I don't know why it can't leave. I haven't found it in the night sky for many nights. Looking up at the sky, I can see several huge dark clouds, which is really surprising. It's already dark. I didn't expect the dark clouds to be darker than the sky. Dark clouds are floating in the wind, which is strong and cold. It's cool to blow on people. Dark clouds have been floating, as if to suck away everyone's hope and happiness. Dementors revolve around people's sky. Sure enough, it rained. It's neither big nor small. It goes down leisurely. We must nourish the earth and take away all living things. From time to time, there was a sad howl in the distance. I don't know if it's a dog or some other animal. Drops of rain hit people. Although it came down from a height of several thousand meters away, it didn't hurt at all and wouldn't cause any harm to people. It's just a cold and humid feeling that permeates my heart. I have to make it desolate. The rain doesn't seem to stop, and it lingers on the ground. A unique voice rings in my ear. The listener is infatuated, lingering in it, trying to integrate body and mind. At this moment, the rain has soaked the body and frozen the soul, but still quietly listening to the rain, only listening to it. Listening to the rain composition 5

When I was a child, I lived under a tile house. Whenever it rained, I could hear the intermittent and mournful sound of rain. When I grow up, I live in a reinforced concrete building, and I can't hear the sound of rain. It seems that there is a lack of aura in my life, something that can make people feel soft and weak, and my heart is slowly desertification.

so I miss the rain in the tile house.

Rain is weak, and it is the lightest thing in the world, so you can't knock on that heavy building. Wawu, on the other hand, is different. The rain, dripping on it, tinkles and immediately makes a pleasant sound. The rain is sudden, and the sound is like generosity and agitation, like hundreds of horses singing together, like Ma Benteng. When the rain slows down, the sound will weaken and gently seep into your heart like the breeze in the spring ear. Tiles seem to be specially set for rain. They play dutifully, and people who listen to the rain will overflow with endless friendship.

when people's hearts are full of nostalgia and feelings, they sit quietly and listen to the rain. Different life circumstances make people feel different when listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the true feelings, and listening to the flow of time. The sound of rain knocks out the echoes of the years, and there are regrets that were difficult in the past. It seems that it is only in the light rain of this tile house that the soul can breathe and life can continue.

The sound of rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat ... Listening to the composition of rain 6

The sounds in nature are wonderful, no matter what kind of sounds can attract people's attention, so the sounds in nature are amazing.

It's sunny today. I stretched myself and wanted to go out for a walk, but I just walked to the door and saw some black clouds blowing from the southeast. I looked at it and didn't take it seriously, but it rained cats and dogs before long, so I had to cover my head and run home. But no matter how fast I ran, I was still wet by the relentless rain. I took a small chair and sat there, listening to the rain quietly.

"Hua, Hua." It kept raining, and I listened. The sound of rain was like a lullaby. Not long after, my upper eyelid and lower eyelid began to fight. I really couldn't hold on and wanted to sleep, but suddenly there was a thunder that broke through the clouds and woke me up. I stared at it. The rain finally stopped.

The rain stopped, and a rainbow appeared on the horizon. Frogs in the water all jumped ashore, singing a song "whoa whoa", birds chirping, as if talking with the world, and people all went out to breathe the fresh air, as if to say, "The rain came just in time, so cool!"

I like rain, I like listening to rain, and I like the cheerful voice and the cheerful scene when it rains!

Teacher's comment: Grasp the "sound" to write, and write out the feelings. The summary at the end plays a finishing touch. Composition 7 listening to the rain

Yu Guangzhong wrote in his poem: "Look at the cold rain, listen to it, smell it, lick it ..."

The poet wrote the feelings of the rain incisively and vividly, recalling how many poets let go and expressed their feelings in the rain in ancient times. Alone in the rain, feel the breath of nature, even get soaked in the rain, then drink a big bowl of hot ginger soup, and then relive the comfort and comfort in the rain.

In the rain, if you can hold an umbrella with your friends, it will be a hazy world outside. Inside the umbrella, it is a free talk. Walking on the narrow path and smelling the unique breath of nature, what a pleasure it should be!

The rain outside the window and the rain in the forest are all like dancers, dancing heartily on the vast land. It makes my uneasy heart even want to enjoy this moment with him.

Rain is natural and unrestrained. It comes as soon as it says, and leaves as soon as it says. There is no nostalgia and no disappointment. That perfect free and easy, bold and unrestrained, like an excellent work of art ...

"Platanus acerifolia is drizzling, till dusk ...", "Small rain in the sky is crisp", "Good rain knows the season, when spring happens; Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things quietly ","The oblique wind and drizzle don't need to return "... Because of the rain, how many interesting stories, anecdotes, poems and paintings have happened. Also, because of the rain, it has added great wealth to human literature, which is not inferior to the sunshine and the lovesick moon ...

It's already midnight, and the yellow light scatters warmth, making a cup of coffee and waiting for the rain.

it's raining!

The rain falls among the leaves, making a cello sound;

The rain falls on the bricks, making a melodious sound of chimes ...

It's like suddenly knowing the enjoyment of listening to the rain, just intoxicated, intoxicated, without much thinking. Let this most beautiful symphony be played endlessly, and the taste is bitter or sweet ... Listening to the composition of rain 8

Spring, summer, autumn and winter are four beautiful and distinctive seasons, and rain seems to be their cosmetics, which makes them more beautiful and mysterious.

The spring rain bursts, the rain sounds like whispers, and the drizzle is like a quiet little girl playing the flute, and the drizzle is like a mother fondling our faces, which is very comfortable.

In summer, the rain is going, going, thunderstorms, torrential rain falling from the sky, and the sound of rain is earnest, as if the thunder of drums and gongs "rumbled" incessantly. I wonder what kind of sad thing God has encountered, crying and making noise, so he is "disobedient".

The autumn rain is continuous, and the sound of rain is like a spring, and it is raining continuously. It seems that a shy woman is singing a moving song in a low voice, and the rain is rustling. In the misty rain, I can always see the busy figures in the golden fields, the bright smiling faces, and the string of hearty laughter and the sound of trees and flowers nodding.

The snow in winter flutters in the sky like a white elf. A snowflake falls on my hand. Before I can appreciate the exquisite shape, it turns into a drop of water. I take a handful of snow and look at the white earth, which is wrapped in white. The pure snow brings people an elegant and noble feeling. I am reluctant to step on it for fear of leaving a series of black footprints, but I love it with one foot.

I love rain and snow, especially the beautiful seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Who is listening to Yu's composition 9

? Knocking on my window? Who is it? Weave into a melancholy cloud and throw your thoughts in the clouds?

It's rain, knocking on my window, making my thoughts fly with the rain.

Spring rain, sneaking into the promenade, hits the window sill, rustling like a lightly thumped sand drum. Also like heptachord stroking, it reminds me of infinite memories. I want to pay my heart to Yao Qin, but I have few bosom friends. Who will listen to the broken string? Is the fern on that mountain as fat as before? Is my friend who loves picking ferns still smiling like a flower? After parting, I remember meeting you, and I dreamed of being with you several times. I still have a silver jar left tonight, but I am afraid that meeting is a dream.

in that case, I hope my folded boat will flow smoothly and break into your dream, so that it can confide my thoughts to you quietly.

Rain, falling quietly, makes the bamboo rafts behind the house moist and green, the breeze blows, and the tears on the ground refute.

you can't live alone by watching the window. Indus is even drizzling, and at dusk, it is dripping.

Bamboo, should you be like a phoenix tree, guarding the hut and waiting for the delicate back to come? Do your tears flow for her?

ever remember? Her back first appeared in front of your eyes. You are a few tall bamboos. At that time, thousands of trees were blooming in the easterly night, and the stars were raining down. And you, too, have shed a few clear tears, which are tears of joy! Moth, snow, willow, golden thread, laughter and fragrance go away. At that time, she was like a happy bird, shuttling at your feet.

when is the spring flower and the autumn moon? how much do you know about the past? Her figure and her smile are imprinted on my heart and never erased.

how much sorrow you can have is like a river flowing eastward. Is the sorrow of thinking of friends like that river flowing eastward?

who is it? Knocking on my window? Who is it? Stroking the harpsichord?

is that you? My friend. Listening to the rain's composition 1

In life, it should be said that every day is enjoyable. When you were a baby, you were protected by maternal love; When I was a child, I enjoyed the teacher's instruction; When I was a child, I enjoyed the love of my classmates, and when I was a child, I enjoyed the sweetness of love ... People enjoyed the warmth of sunshine, the beauty of music and the joy of learning all the time ... And for me, listening to the rain was also a pleasant enjoyment.

it's spring now.