Yu ting's sixth grade composition

In normal study, work or life, everyone will come into contact with composition to some extent. Composition requires a complete text structure, and endless composition should be avoided. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is my sixth grade composition for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Listen to the rain 1 It's raining, it's raining! Only when I heard someone shouting did I hear it raining.

It's raining harder and harder-the sound of falling rain makes up a beautiful and beautiful song without words. Those flowers, grass and leaves have become wonderful keys. They fall on flowers and make a shy sound, fall on the grass and make a dull sound, and fall on the shells of small beetles and make a crisp echo ... The rain in the country is different from the rain in the city. There are beautiful notes everywhere in "The Man with Flowing Water on the Bridge". This voice plays with the beetles coming home, and the playful snails are slow to move on the grass.

"Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock. At this time, the bird came and probably landed on the windowsill. Does this bird miss the smell of rain? Is it the color of reluctant rain?

The wind has been coming for a long time. In fact, it looked at the rain, forgot to stop, and just watched until the rain stopped.

After a long time, the tinkling sound disappeared, and I heard the crisp children's voice from the horizon: Ah! Rainbow Bridge! The voice of surprise touched my heart.

Ah! The rain is so beautiful!

Listen to the rain. It's raining today. I listened to the rain quietly by the window. It's wonderful!

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.

Listening to the rain, the wind brought clouds, and suddenly, the whole sky was gray. Soon, the rain strolled on the streets of the city.

Listening to the rain, she walked on the road, every step, crisp and pleasant. She is an invisible person. Every time she comes and goes, she knocks him down. The original smooth glass was covered with her large and small impressions. The rain is still roaming, which sounds like a light ballad!

Listening to the rain, she gently climbed to the crown of the banyan tree and sat on it humming a tune. Inadvertently, she fell to the ground along the green leaves, making a ticking sound, as if he was injured and sobbing quietly.

Listening to the rain, she came to the field and saw those timid buds. Rain is like a strict tutor, reprimanding them for growing up quickly and contributing to people. It's raining harder, going, going, as if to reprimand the child who made a mistake.

The rain is still falling rhythmically.

She also went to many places, leaving unforgettable melodies and rain sounds. She is a musician of nature.

Just in the corner of the city, the rain quietly left again. She left a fresh, a puddle and a strong seedling. ...

But what she left behind most was happiness!

I am reluctant to say goodbye to her, holding an umbrella and looking forward to the next farewell!

Listening to the rain at midnight, I suddenly woke up. I can't sleep anymore. Because it is raining heavily outside the window. The harsh rain beat against my eardrums. Maybe they are singing, but they will only make me sleepy.

I don't know how long it took, and the rain stopped being so harsh. I gradually feel that listening to the rain is a kind of enjoyment.

Listen, the thin rain sounds like the roar of 10,000 looms and musical instruments, and like a band that is good at playing a piece of unrestrained music. Sometimes warm, sometimes deep, sometimes elegant, sometimes rough. They are like elves playing ancient music.

Ah, raindrop, you know there is only one dead end on the ground, but you have to play beautiful notes with your own body, and you have to play beautiful music with your own life. For the happiness of this moment, you gave your lives. What a group of selfless elves.

The rain gradually subsided, from the initial "crawling" sound to the sparse "Ding Dong" sound. I can't help but think of "moistening things silently". I don't know how many flowers have been folded tonight, but I know that everything has been nourished tonight. The beautiful music is over. The rain became less and less, the musicians stopped playing and I fell asleep.

Listening to the rain is really a pleasure.

Listening to the sound of rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking on the path paved with bluestone slabs, I can hear the national characteristics of many small towns in the south of the Yangtze River: the sound of wind blowing, the sound of flowing water, the sound of children playing ... but there is only one sound I remember very clearly-the sound of rain.

"sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic" The rain came skipping like a naughty child. It welcomes everything in Jiangnan like stepping on the beat. It played with Xifeng, and when a breeze blew, it fell from the sky. "Tick-tock, tick-tock" It jumped on a rock, just like a pianist, playing a refreshing tune, which made people feel very comfortable.

Rain suddenly became a style of painting. It becomes like an elegant girl, dancing in the sky. Her fairy-like posture made everything around her applaud. The two branches and leaves of the grass kept waving like holding two fluorescent sticks, and the flowers kept saying, "Listen, the sound of rain!" " "The girl Didi sang a sweet old song, and everything in the south of the Yangtze River was awakened by her." Tick-tock "everything heard her voice.

The rain has stopped, only the sound of rain on the eaves is still singing. "Tick-tock-tock-tock-tock" has been ringing in my ears.

Listen, the sound of rain!

Listening to the rain when dark clouds pass overhead; When the cool wind blows on the house; When lightning illuminates the earth, when thunder rings from all directions ... rain comes quietly.

Just like a song without words, just like a sweet music. "sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic ..." Stones, leaves and umbrellas in people's hands in the yard have become musical instruments, and countless raindrops have become tools for playing musical instruments. The music played warms people's hearts and makes them put aside all their troubles.

At this time, the raindrops are a little bigger, and the rain becomes the raindrops as big as beans. Some landed on the roof, as if playing drums. Some fall in the stream, and "Ding Dong Ding Dong" is like a wonderful piece of music. Some fell on the leaves, and "pa-pa-"seemed to be playing with leaves, and the whole world became a music venue.

At this time, the rain turned into a downpour, like a downpour, like a downpour. "Wow-wow-wow-"This wonderful concert reached its climax and became more and more exciting. "Booming" Lei Gonggong sang his favorite rock music again, and the lightning flashed, adding to the active atmosphere of the concert, and everything seemed to swing.

When dark clouds float far away; When the cool wind holds its breath; When lightning returns to the embrace of nature. The rain has stopped! The concert also stopped and everything was calm again.

A rainbow appeared on the horizon, ending the concert.

Listening to the rain, standing in front of the window with a cup of hot coffee, listening to the rain, is really a wonderful enjoyment!

The rain was as light as a feather, like smoke and fog, and drifted down unconsciously.

It's raining harder and harder, and it makes a crackling sound on the window, like a naughty child lighting a string of firecrackers. Raindrops fell on the roof, windows, water and leaves ... and played a wonderful symphony in the rain. Raindrops fell on the lake, splashing small water, like a group of curious children, scrambling to jump up and want to see this beautiful world first; Raindrops fall on the pond and make ripples, just like the lovely dimples of water girl. The sound of raindrops hitting the water is like a handsome boy reciting an elegant poem, and it sounds like a beautiful girl telling her thoughts. Taste carefully, not a lovely little girl singing interesting songs.

While I was daydreaming, the rain stopped unconsciously. Grandpa Sun painted a gorgeous rainbow with colorful strokes. The air seems to have been washed, which makes people feel fresh and comfortable.

Ah! It is raining! I love you!

Listen to the rain. Have you ever listened to the rain carefully?

I don't think so. Then I'll take you to listen to the rain. I'm sure you seldom listen.

In spring, when you walk on a quiet path. Suddenly, it began to rain, but it didn't rain much. But it rains slowly. You can watch the rain. A little uneasy. But if you calm down. Listen carefully, and you will hear the sound of falling. That is the sound of rain.

Summer, when you look at the hot summer. How I wish the rain would come soon. It seems that the rain really understands. It's really coming, watching the pouring rain outside the window. How much you want to get wet in the yard. Listen, the rain is coming again.

In autumn, the weather gets colder. This is a rainy season. Unlike other seasons, autumn rain. Not too big or too small, just right. It is sprinkled in fields and gardens. Everything is its shadow. Maybe you should say it's not beautiful. If beauty refers to the intermittent rain, then autumn rain is not like rain. But it is not publicity, and it is not easy to win. It just silently pays something. This time, did you hear the rain?

In winter, rain is probably the most annoying kind of rain. Is it really mixed with some snow? Spilled in succession. If it is not good, once it is big. It will be mischievously spilled on the road. If you are not careful, you will slip. This time, you can hear the rain.

I have heard many beautiful songs, but in my impression, they are not as good as that time listening to the rain!

There are many musicians in the world, but one musician I really like is neither Beethoven, a musical genius, nor Kenzat, a god. This musician is nature. Some people may understand driving a luxury car with a gold necklace as enjoyment, but my understanding of enjoyment is listening to the rain alone.

Rain is the voice of nature. The sound of rain is changeable, but sometimes a note is circulated. "This is a rainstorm" Hua, Hua ... "There are still several thunders from time to time. Ah, this music is so shocking! Drum for thunder and piano for rain. What a spectacular concert it is! The tree shakes itself from time to time, oh! It's dancing; Xiaohua nodded from time to time, oh! This is its affirmation of the concert; Worms hide under the grass; Oh, it's the audience of this concert. At this time, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. "Hua, Hua ..." Soon the rain is getting smaller. "Drop, drop, drop ..." Close your eyes, I seem to come to a small river. I was under the moon, the river was slightly blue, and the pebbles in the water could be counted clearly ... Soon this strange sight disappeared and the rain stopped, but I just stood there.

The sound of rain is the most beautiful sound in the world. It can lead us into another world, which is beautiful and moving. It feels good to hear the rain!

Listening to the sixth grade composition 10 "It's raining!" I shouted.

The rain outside the window "ticks, ticks" underground, and countless "little angels" are playing the piano, playing the piano and singing, forming a sweet and melodious "hymn of rain".

Free-falling rain, such as cow hair, such as needles, such as silk, such as fog, is busy weaving yarn for rust and covering the earth. It wants to bring all happy things from heaven and let people dissolve in this happy world.

Raindrops fall on the earth, moisten the earth, bloom with silver flowers, and shine with beating pearls, dazzling.

Rain, as if constantly encouraging me, I thought in my mind: Is rain so clear and pure, a gift from God, or a crystal and gem left by an angel inadvertently? But how can crystals and gems compare with the freshness, warmth, kindness and harmony between rain and dew and people?

Rain seems to produce light, illuminating the earth. At this time, the earth is green and full of vitality.

Next time, I want to sit by the window with you and listen to such a special concert.

Listening to the rain for the sixth grade composition 1 1 The sky cried and it rained.

Rain drops on the window, like a predicted route, flowing down in an orderly way.

Rain silk drew water marks of different sizes on the original clear glass. Occasionally, there are a few naughty drops of water around the glass surface, and the winding water marks look like countless chrysanthemum flowers that only outline the petal edge line. In a short time, more and more flowers are in full bloom and the air is getting fresher and fresher.

Face against the window, close your eyes and think nothing. This moment belongs to silence.

Calm down, I seem to see the rain dancing on the lake, splashing small waves like its accompaniment, Tintin Rinrin, their cooperation is seamless.

Listen, the frequency of water surface vibration has decreased. I opened the window and leaned against the windowsill. Rain drops on my face and I feel cool.

I opened my eyes and put my hand out of the window. I miss the hazy face in reach for the sky. On the lime table, circles of watermarks with different shades are like cold snow spots melting here. I closed my eyes again and folded my hands. I am praying-please let time remember this moment, this wonderful moment. Because I regard every rain as the baptism of the sky.

There is much less rain.

My heart seems to kiss the face of the sky and hear the sound of rain breathing.

Listening to the rain, the wind began to blow a prelude. "Hua" seems to have torn the window. It smiled coldly and made the tree tremble. The wind kept hitting the trees, making them rustle, and leaves and fruits were everywhere in a blink of an eye. Lightning tore through the sky, leaving a white mark, and "rumbling" thunder sounded like a drummer in a rock band. I stared at the sky, waiting for the rain to come.

Rain is not as slender as spring rain, but rushes down like an arrow. Birds that haven't returned to the nest howl in panic, bumping like headless flies, and their wings are wet by the rain, making it more difficult to return to the nest. The flying insects are in a hurry, the spiders are busy checking and mending their nets, and even my turtle is afraid to shrink into its shell.

If you stand idly by the Qiantang River at this time, you will find that the river is already crazy, and "wow" rushes up one after another, just like thousands of troops pounding the embankment and devouring the stone pillars above. The river is rising higher and higher, and it seems that it intends to engulf the whole city of Hangzhou. The wind makes waves, the rain makes waves on the river, and with thunder, "boom" looks like a delusion to destroy the world.

I leaned my head out of the window and listened to the rapid rain in my ear.

Summer night, everyone has fallen asleep peacefully and entered a sweet dream. I am an exception. As always, I have seen the scenery thousands of times outside the glass window, but I am not bored. Tonight is the full moon. What I like best is to be baptized by the bright moonlight.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky and dark clouds covered the round moon like a jade plate. I want to know, huh? Why is Mother Yun angry? Just when I was full of question marks, lovely and naughty rain dolls fell from the sky. Oh, it turned out that the two sisters, Xi Feng and Yu, were having trouble again, which made Yu Jie cry.

By the dim light of the street lamp, I saw those lovely rain dolls dancing gracefully in the night, like elves in the night sky. On the clear window in front of me, the rain dolls are jumping and playing happily on it. They are like beautiful brushes in the hands of artists, drawing beautiful and pure flowers on a drawing board made of glass. ...

I calmed down and listened to the beautiful voice outside the window: Sister Feng played the piccolo made of willow leaves, and Sister Yu raised her slender fingers and danced the guqin made of leaves, petals and mud. The ensemble of guqin and piccolo is wonderful …

The rain stopped, but I was still immersed in the sound of rain. When the dark clouds cleared, I looked up and saw a brighter full moon. After the rain washed away, the moonlight became brighter.

Good night, everything in nature.

Listening to the rain 14 Dark clouds are gradually gathering together, and the light of the sun is blocked, and it is going to rain heavily.

Rain is like falling, sprinkled on the house, concrete floor and water surface, looking at a rainy world through a layer of glass. I leaned against the window and listened to the rain. Roaring thunder came from time to time. At this time, there must be lightning falling from the sky, leaving a beautiful arc. The rain gradually subsided, only the sound of dripping water was heard in front of the window, tapping on the glass and door gently. From the crack of the door and the glass, it brings a little coolness to the hot summer days.

Gradually, the rain outside the window seems to be getting heavier and heavier, and even the sound of hitting the water surface can be heard, and the sound of jumping on the concrete floor can be faintly heard. Rain, it's amazing When it falls, it splashes like a pearl and touches the concrete floor. The river makes a wonderful sound.

In the hazy weather, leaning against the window, quietly listening to the rain, the rain is not as surging as the sea. But the power of heavy rain is also very powerful. Like pots of water falling from the sky; At the same time, it is also very soft. Small raindrops are beautiful, which moisten the air and delight people. Listening to the rain is really a wonderful enjoyment.

With the sound of rain, I gradually fell asleep. Dream, a rainy day, hazy as a fairyland. The rain is heavy and small for a while, causing ripples in the river, leaving rain beads on some branches that are ready to be put, and leaving full drops of water on the lotus leaves. Rain is lovely and dreamy.

Listening to the rain not only gives people auditory enjoyment, but also purifies people's hearts.

Listening to the rain 15 in the evening, the sun hid in the clouds, and suddenly it was a lot darker, and the street lamps suddenly lit up. At this time, small raindrops jumped down from Baiyun's mother's arms, making a "tick" sound on the ground, making a "jingle" sound on the clothesline, and hearing the knocking of pots and pans at home, as if playing a symphony on a quiet night.

Little raindrop is like a naughty schoolbag. Jump on the children's noses for a while and play naughtily; Jumping into an adult's hair for a while, just like a bird flying into a bird's nest to keep warm; After a while, I rushed to my mother's face and cheek for a close contact; I will put on other people's shoes and wash their feet. ...

"Dadada", listening to the sound of raindrops knocking on the ground, I couldn't help putting on my rain boots and walking into the rainy world with my umbrella. Walking in the rain and holding a small umbrella, it's like a big stage here. Accompanied by the sound of rain, I danced, closed my eyes and listened carefully to the sound of rain falling on the leaves. This sound is beautiful, beautiful, as if they are whispering, as if they are saying goodbye to their mother, and as if the fairy in the rain is wearing light clothes and walking quietly. The umbrella tilted, and the rain kept hitting my shoulder and wet my clothes. The wind whizzed through my ears and nose. ...

The rain is wonderful, just listen carefully!