It's raining, innocent. Nice composition.

In daily life or work and study, people often come into contact with composition, which is a comprehensive and creative speech activity. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is my collection of good compositions on rainy days. Welcome to read the collection.

It is raining again. I listened to the rain beating on the window lattice and enjoyed the rainy day.

Rain, not much. Fine and dense raindrops fall and bathe everything. The earth greedily sucked the sweet juice, and the lotus in the pond caught up with this old friend. It rains, even if the playful children are soaked to the skin, they are not annoyed. Still like to play in rainy days. The same is true of Du Fu's "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently".

The breeze brushed my face, not astringent, but still sweet. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it has a rhythm. They were banging on the tiles and banging. It flows down this tile, sometimes big and sometimes small; Sometimes in a hurry, sometimes in a pause. Like a white jade curtain. The air is filled with mist, as if a fairy would come out at any time. All this is gorgeous and unreal, hazy, like entering a fairyland on earth.

Even Lu You's "The sound of rain in early summer is beautiful, and the sound around the four verandahs" is slightly inferior to this scene! I stared at the rain for a long time and suddenly thought of my mother. This is inevitable. My mother picked me up from school on a rainy day, told me not to catch cold on a rainy day, and reminded me to take an umbrella on a rainy day ... all this is vivid, and my ears echoed with my mother's strong local accent. This rain is mother!

Thought of here, the cold rainy day also became warm. Yes, it brings high-temperature love in this cold weather. This is maternal love. The rain is still falling, dripping in the pond, splashing water reflects my figure. The children were very happy when they stepped on the puddle. The farmer's uncle is also happy that the banker didn't die of drought. Office workers can have a good sleep at home. Rain is mother. Pay sincere love for us, but leave no trace.

I am tired, lying in bed, falling asleep with decadent and long rain and warm love.

It is raining. It is raining. I am still sitting in the light, studying hard. Although I can't see your face and smell your fragrance, I can hear you sing like a poet: it's sunny when it rains!

Your voice can't be described by onomatopoeia, it will obliterate your beauty. I listened quietly, it rained heavily, as exciting as Beethoven's symphony. I feel it quietly. ...

At this time, the word "reading" came to my mind involuntarily, so I had to stop feeling and pull all my attention back to reading. It's sunny when it rains, and there is such a beautiful concerto that nature brings us the best music. I study hard, but your voice occupies my brain like a witch. I can't be trapped any longer. Your voice is Zhu Ziqing's ethereal synaesthesia, Qian Zhongshu's strange metaphor, Yu's wise thinking and Han Han's bold declaration. Your voice is a dream with a veil in the moonlight of the lotus pond, a crowd who wants to rush out of the besieged city but can't, an isolated city where the smoke is curling and the sun is setting in the cultural journey, and a student who studies hard in a cotton-padded jacket. If it is prose, it is because it is beautiful; If it is a poem, it is because it rhymes; If it's prose poetry, it's ok. As time goes by, it is still singing. Both Li Bai's chic and Du Fu's melancholy are realistic and romantic.

The rain is getting smaller and smaller. For example, a song "Wild Goose in Pingsha" played by Guzheng was not excited or sad. If an enlightened monk is calm and comfortable. Whether it is sunny or rainy, the inner peace is like a rock.

It's sunny and rainy. There are so many beautiful voices and feelings. Listening to the rain is a pleasure.

It's raining, innocent. There are always many unforgettable things in life, some of which are pleasant. Some are sad; Some are very enlightening; Sometimes it is a lesson. One of the rains is something I will never forget. Rainy days are fresh, beautiful and hazy.

I remember that day, a dark cloud floated in the distance, blocking the sun shining on the earth and blocking a blue sky.

Suddenly, a naughty little drop of water fell from the sky and landed on the petals with a bang. Then another drop, another drop. In a short time, the whole city was surrounded by rain beads.

I put on my umbrella, raincoat and rain boots and walked into the hazy rain and fog. A breath of fresh air came to my nose. Naughty "rain boy" fell on the earth, washed away the dust and made the earth cleaner. The rain drops on the petals and keeps rolling, bathing the flowers and making them more colorful. Raindrops are sprinkled on the lawn and penetrate into fertile soil to replenish water for the green grass; Raindrops fell on the umbrella flowers, making a "bang, bang" sound and writing a song on a rainy day; Raindrops splashed on me, giving me a cool breath and making me feel good.

I stepped into the glittering and translucent puddle and splashed a lot of water. They are crystal clear, like happy fleas jumping around on the ground, dancing with the "beautiful" "rain song", and the scenery is very wonderful. I couldn't help jumping up. I seem to become a raindrop and a dancer, dancing with all the raindrops. ...

It's beautiful when it rains!

This is a beautiful rain, a cheerful rain, an unforgettable rain.

It's raining. It's innocent. Composition 4: It's raining, it's innocent. Okay, where is it? Fortunately, everything can grow in spring, summer doesn't have to be tanned by the sun, and gray autumn and winter are also cleverness.

I like rainy days, whether it is spring, summer or autumn and winter. As long as the rain falls, I will be very happy. In spring, when it rains, you can see miracles. That's because seeds need this rain and dew. Before or after bathing in the sun, the rain and dew first baptized the seeds covered with soil, and let the seeds open a green gap for the earth. What grows in this green gap is the miracle of life.

In summer, when the rain falls, we bid farewell to the short tanning sun. It rains in time and is cool at this time. When people see the rain at this time, they wish they forgot to bring their umbrella, so that they can get caught in the rain, feel the short coolness of summer, and feel the happiness of not tanning their skin and liberating their body and mind.

In autumn and winter, in these two seasons, rain adds a gentle breath to the earth. They make the dry and cracked earth instantly have the tenderness of spring and the softness of summer, so that it covers all the gray things and suddenly has a touch of agility. On rainy days, the good news is that the rain is smart, and every bit of rain knocks out vitality and hope. The rain dripping on the eaves, umbrellas and bodies reminds all of us that life has been baptized, and life has new opportunities and a new future.

It's sunny and rainy. Okay, where is it? Fortunately, spring brought us miracles, but in summer, we broke free. Fortunately, in autumn and winter, a trace turned the gray sky into sweet rain, knocking out the vitality and hope of the earth and giving all life new opportunities and future. I like rainy days, whether it is spring, summer or autumn and winter.

It is raining. It is raining, and it has been raining. Raindrops "play" with waves in the stagnant water; The air in the rain, as if it had been purified, was particularly refreshing.

I walked in the rain curtain with an umbrella, and the rain outside the curtain gurgled and the spring faded. Raindrops "spill" and hang on the umbrella, yeah! This rain, like little pearls, is crystal clear and sparkling! I couldn't help shaking my umbrella. Raindrops rushed to the ground like pearls, big and small, onto a plate of jade. Alas! How many pearls have I shaken off!

Rain, it's still raining. I walked on, and there were more and more drops of water on my umbrella, which seemed to be covered with pearls. Many little pearls and big pearls are holding hands, singing and jumping on my umbrella. It seems that they held a song and dance concert. What a beautiful voice!

The little pearls seem to be a little tired from jumping, and the raindrops are getting smaller and smaller, and gradually stop dancing on the umbrella. I looked up, ah! Pearl is really naughty. I think my umbrella is too small, so it flies in the air instead! I ran into a breeze and had a close contact with Pearl. My hair is wet, and my clothes are a little wet. But the masterpiece of naughty little pearl!

It's raining, and every step I take will splash. They spread out and formed small pits. There are layers of ripples in this puddle. In addition, there are water drops on leaves and petals, and pearls have a new name-dewdrop!

It's sunny when it rains!

It brings raindrops, naughty looks and beautiful puddles.

Take a leisurely stroll with raindrop imprint.

It's raining, innocent. 6. Don't let the tears entangle the rainy season. It is heavier. Don't let the hum of dusk and the sadness in your eyes. -Inscription Raindrops are falling, and I have been thinking: Is God also sad because of something, so he shed tears? Just like us, everyone has a little emotion. Everyone says it's rainy, but I don't think so. How nice it is to have rainy days. Rainy day is the most unforgettable day. I like rainy days. Whenever it rains, I always reach for it and watch it slip from my fingertips. I looked up to see where it came from, but only felt the rain fall on my face, cold. How nice it is to have rainy days. It's like accepting a sacred baptism and letting the rain drop on you. Walking on the rainy road, you can always see the rain painting a beautiful picture for the earth. Walking in the rain, I don't seem to hear anything, only the sound of falling rain, which is very quiet and can remind people of dribs and drabs.

There is always a dream in life, but there is always rain in it. Rain seems to be my motivation. Rain can always temper my will. It makes me firmly committed to success. I really want to see how beautiful the rainbow is after the rain. But I know that this requires my constant efforts. It always rains like this. Rain wants to realize his dream and insists on it. If only it rained. It helps me find my true self. It taught me that my life is still beautiful. The life of rain is always short. It ended when it landed, but it completed its mission while it was alive. From that rain, let me know that I still have a dream, and I want to finish my task before the end. There is a rainbow after the rain. I can't give up. I will set out to my dream with my confidence. I believe that one day I can live a wonderful life like rain and play a script of my own like rain. It's sunny and rainy.

It's raining, innocent. Looking at the cold rain outside the window, telling his own story.

First of all, I want to show my attitude-I like rain. I think rain has a noble temperament. The rain is ticking and playing a wonderful movement. The rain washed away my fatigue. Like an angel, he took away my fatigue and left a trace of peace. On rainy days, I like to watch the rain dripping on the lake. I like to listen to the crisp sound of raindrops hitting the earth. This is a symphony of nature.

The fish in the water surfaced and enjoyed the graceful dance of raindrops. Trees and grass waved to the rain again and again to welcome it. Rain hit the ground, splashing like a naughty child, and soon disappeared without a trace. The rain hit the leaves mercilessly again, making a crackling sound. Rain hit the tiles, ran down the cracks and fell to the ground. The river was surging, and the silence was broken by the sound of "Ding Dong".

The rain stopped, and the wind seemed unwilling to rain, so it whirled. Flowers and grass are also shaking their hands, as if to let the rain come back, how nice it is to have a rainy day!

Pedestrians in the rain are holding beautiful umbrellas, big ones, small ones, pink ones and purple ones ... Looking down from a height, it is a beautiful picture of flower umbrellas. Raindrops jump naughtily between umbrellas, beautiful and lovely.

Rainy days can make children happy. Children like the feeling of embracing nature with open hands. They run and jump in the rain as if it were their playground. Children may have forgotten themselves at that time, and they don't remember their mother saying that they can't wet their clothes because they love rainy days.

Why do I love rainy days? You might as well see the scenery, pedestrians and children in the rain.

It's sunny when it rains!

The first rain of this spring has fallen, and everything has received their gifts this spring.

Guess what they received? This is an alarm clock. The first spring thunder sounded, the seeds under the soil woke up, the second spring thunder sounded, and the buds on the trees woke up. Slowly, insects and birds woke up. The earth was awakened by the sound of spring thunder.

The second spring rain fell again, and Miss Chun sent a small gift to each family. It's a small oil-green shirt, big and small, and they can't wait to wear it. How appropriate! In order to satisfy their little vanity, they drilled out half of their bodies. Let me show you. Show him. It's beautiful. You look at me and I look at you, but everyone is not used to it. They laugh and don't hide their joy. After a while, they quieted down and began to wait for the next gift, the next spring rain.

The continuous light rain these days makes us students who are rushing to school very uncomfortable. The weather is humid and sultry, and the road surface is covered with one small puddle after another, which makes the originally bumpy road more difficult to walk. Finally, the sun came out and hid back for a few days.

It rained several times again, and the rainfall gradually decreased, as if it were much milder and as bright as silk. This time it sent a silk skirt, and they got the whole body out. Hehe, what are they laughing at? It turns out that the bamboo shoots of the fat doll grow too fast, and the small shirt given to it last time is too small. Miss Chun was really careful and prepared all kinds of hats for them. How fashionable! What should I do? The new clothes are dirty. It's okay. Let the spring rain wash again in a few days.

We may not like rainy days, but these flowers and grasses like this warm spring rain. Spring rain will always give them a beautiful gift, and at the same time, it will also bring us a surprise.

It's sunny when it rains!

When I was a child, I often lived with my grandmother in a small village on the mountain because I was dragged down by my parents who didn't go to school. I still remember how sunny and happy the time was.

In summer, grandma and I will move a small bench and sit under the big pagoda tree in front of the hospital to enjoy the cool. Ah! I really want rain. The cicadas in the tree are "cicadas" or "cicadas". They seem to be suffocated by the summer heat.

At that time, I was bored. I would blink my eyes and observe the trunk of Sophora japonica. Because there is something I like-insects. Just as I watched carefully, the dark clouds in the sky gradually gathered. Unconsciously, the light rain fell drop by drop, the rain fell on the roof, and the thin water droplets hit the tiles. Bang! Scatter, splash.

Slowly, it began to rain heavily, and the falling rain came to the world like a naughty doll. Everything is covered with a thin layer of white gauze, and the world becomes beautiful and cool. And I finally became cheerful because of the rain, venting and dancing with the rain. Slowly, it began to rain heavily. At this time, the rain seems to have changed its posture, and the sound of rain is getting louder and louder, like pouring, like a washbasin. Beads of rain as big as beans startled me, so I quickly hid under the eaves and watched the grand performance quietly.

Just for a short time. The rain is getting weaker and weaker, and it comes and goes in a hurry. I am walking in the rain that has not faded, looking at the world after the rain. Everything that has been washed is shining, and the fresh air comes to the nose. Ah! This rainy country, this rainy paradise, I suddenly woke up when I was bored by the hot air in summer. It's sunny and rainy.

The natural and quiet rain has already drifted away with my childhood. I used to stay in a birdcage-like city, being eaten away by mechanized life and exam-oriented education, and my yearning for the future is dead.

Rainy days, in my memory, in my heart. It's sunny when it rains!

It's sunny and rainy. 10 It's sunny when it rains, which can wash away the complexity and dryness in your heart. Although it is not a "good year with snow", "spring oil is as expensive as oil" is also a good sign.

At noon, I browsed Jiang Feng's blog and saw her lovely appearance. I really envy them. Sometimes I feel bored and tired. The innocent faces of these two children can make me feel much better. Recently, my work has been undergoing major adjustments, so I will come early and leave late. Originally, in order to reduce the burden on myself and my family, I wanted to sleep in the company, but I think it's better to sleep in my own home. I am not picky about food, but I am very picky about my living environment. After three days of adjustment, great changes have taken place, that is to say, I got up early and got greedy for the dark. However, it is still what I once said to them. Perseverance is the most important thing.

It is a terrible thing to suddenly find that one's previous hobby is gradually retreating. Hobbies are like light rain, which needs constant nourishment to have a more perfect soul. I should be a person who knows how to live, so I should know how to exert moderate pressure and relax myself. I should know how to keep good hobbies and treat things with a peaceful and positive attitude.

"Rain is naive and beautiful. Because sentimental raindrops always love to sing familiar melodies at the window. .................................................................................................................................. ................, how I wish the rain wouldn't stop, and bring my inner message to you in the distance, so that my thoughts are like this raindrop ... "A melody that has been gently sung, no matter how old it is, can still touch my heart. ...

It's sunny and rainy.

Rain falls down the window lattice, like the color of a dream. Xia walked through a faint alley with an ordinary umbrella, imagining that she was the girl in the rain lane, a girl like lilac.

Do I like rain? In fact, the sun is brighter, but the bitterness and sadness of missing the rain are even more irresistible. On the shore of Youshi Lake, the water just dripped into a bigger lake, but it didn't rise, as if it had flowed without leaving a trace. She, across the lake embankment, across the bridge, across the lotus leaf. She, after embellishing everything in the world, merged into the rivers and lakes, living a colorful life like a person, and finally plain.

In Shan Yu, the green madness on the mountain spreads in the corner, covering the lonely path, making people unable to find the trace of going up the mountain. It is the grass and leaves that whisper the sound of rain. They don't want to be disturbed. Does it look nice? The air is filled with rain mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants, which smells a little warm. A little relief is enough to make people smile and be calm.

Late at night, there is a piano piece called "The Seal of Rain", which is soft and full of dreamy colors. However, the rain seems to have no trace. At night, the rain still didn't stop, rushing, washing mountains and slabs, washing out the true colors of the world, returning to the true colors, and moistening things silently.

It's raining really well, like a gift from God. She brought the innocence and beauty of the world, absorbed the noise of the world, made everything calm, made people calm, listened to her heart and listened to the most beautiful voice from this world. Lilac-like girls are talking slowly, telling the most naive and romantic fairy tales.

Crash, it's still raining, a drop of water can break a rainbow, and a rain has made my whole colorful dream come true.

It's sunny and rainy.

Rain is an innocent good composition 12 rain, a natural phenomenon that makes people feel sad easily. Especially at night, the weather is gloomy and rainy. It's only four or five o'clock, and the street lamp is already on. The light is harmonious, quiet, warm and a little lonely. The dim light shines on the water drops on the window glass, which is quiet and beautiful.

On such a chilly day, the warm lights in the room are particularly warm. I was right next to the lamp, thinking about the article to be written.

It's raining outside the window, and it's getting bigger and bigger. In this season, the rain revels and overflows its happiness and beauty.

Rain seems to have a magical power. Water is normal, but when it turns into rain, it seems to have magic: sometimes I cry and sometimes I sing wildly, as if I were interacting with human beings with music. Indeed, when the rain stops, people run, impatient people are calm, and even skipping children seem to have learned to be in a daze and think, quietly experiencing the rhythm of life.

The rain in Ji Xianlin is warm and wonderful; The rain in Qi Jun's works is poetic and peaceful. And I prefer the sad rain. On some cold nights, a few drops of water hung outside the window, and I looked at the distant mountains and pedestrians. Looking at it this way, after a long time, the world gradually becomes hazy and fuzzy. Until my cat came to me gently, she shocked my dream. I came to my senses and looked out of the window. Ginkgo biloba leaves with a sigh, and cicada sends out a sad voice: Go to Qiu Lai in summer.

Of course, autumn rain also brings the joy of harvest, just as Listening to the Rain said. Autumn rain irrigates the crops that are about to mature, and at the same time moistens the land that raises us.

Autumn rain is like this, it is sad and happy; Mysterious and beautiful.

This is a rainy day, this is a rainy season, this is a quiet season. The rainy season is a happy season. The rainy season is the season of life ... When it rains, the earth is quiet and everything seems to be purified. At that moment, life disappeared. Listen carefully, it's raining! At this moment, you don't need to do anything, just listen quietly and savor the happiness. Watching the rain fall quietly, do you feel a little? Yesterday seems to have left, leaving a new beginning. I like rainy days, a little for no reason.

If you insist, I can't describe him in those poetic sentences I like it pure. Sitting outside the window, the rain slowly falls. At that moment, I felt happy, happy or happy. Sitting by the window, it's quiet and enjoyable. I can think what I think unscrupulously, and my thoughts are floating around. It's so comfortable Or, think nothing, listen quietly, listen to the rain fall, listen to the rain tick. I kind of like the feeling of being caught in the rain and not caring about anything. I can be very unscrupulous, abandon the peace on weekdays, I can be very unscrupulous, drizzly and feel the nature. I once came back by bike on a rainy day. Although I am covered in rain, I feel very happy. I looked at my friends and finally smiled. Because we are not us, in fact, that is us, but we all abandoned us. We are really crazy children! When I am sad, I will expect rain. I can walk carefully along the edge of the rain and feel the purity and nature of the rainy day. I can feel my heartbeat, too, and then again and again, the rain seems to tell me that indifference is the truth of life. Tick tock, so rhythmic, the truth of life, the beauty of human nature. It's sunny and rainy.

It's raining, innocent. 14 rain, rain, rain, but I feel good.

Stepping on the waves and braved the drizzle, I left the remedial class and walked home. It is foggy. Lining me, lining flowers, lining my happiness.

Rain, like a bath, washes flowers, not violently or calmly, and gently caresses each petal, making it white and foggy.

On the roadside, it is the river, the piano is playing, and the rain is hitting the keys, which has become soft classical music, attracting applause from the fish.

At the foot, it is the soil, a small tree is announcing its appearance, and the fragrance of the soil is a little damp, but neither earthworms nor ants have stopped to enjoy this great life.

I remember playing in such a place when I was a child, but I never paid attention to all this, only concerned about the puddle under my feet.

Jump, jump, jump until the clothes are all wet, run home to dry, and then put on a new set to go out, so busy that grandma cooks with heating.

Go out and come to the park. Flowers bloom in spring. Pick some flowers and put them in a pot, not for raising, but for fun. Stand under the tree, dripping on the leaves, close your eyes and listen to the sound of flapping.

However, summer is different. A few drops of rain brought a hint of coolness to the sultry weather. The green disc on the river hugged them and whispered to them.

Autumn rain is not sad for me. The fruit is washed clean. Pick it and chew it. It has a special taste. I went out to carry an empty basket, but I came back with a full load.

In winter, there is no snow, but it rains a lot. Plum blossoms are still in full bloom. I, wearing thick clothes, waited at home.

The rain stopped and I went home. It's good to have more rain.

It's raining, innocent. I feel sick all over. There are dark clouds in the sky. Like the lid of a steamer, the heat can't dissipate. Every breath I breathe in is very hot, which makes me feel difficult to breathe. Clothes cling to the body.

Suddenly, a drop of rain fell on my hair, and the ground was densely covered with spots formed by rain. The sultry feeling was soon replaced by dampness and coolness. A drop of rain fell on the face, got into the gap of clothes along the neck, and merged with the previous sweat.

It is raining harder and harder. I want to go into the house to take shelter from the rain, but my body has been tortured by the hot sun all morning, and I have been waiting for this cool and biting rain for a long time. Every pore in my body is open, waiting for the rain to moisten me. I just stood in the middle of the yard and let the rain pour on me. Only the rain drops on the blue tiles, the ground and the symphony by the pool. The sound was sweet and shocking, which made the cicada shut up after quarreling all morning, and also made the birds singing and dancing everywhere return to their nests.

The rain stopped ticking and began to pour down. Only on such a rainy day can you see the real and beautiful world. It washes away the dust in front of you, washes away the soil on the grass, makes the grass show vitality, makes the leaves on the tree look like green agate, and makes your eyes green. The rain cleared up the world.

In the distance, an ethereal bird song announced the end of this rainy feast. This rain makes the air fresh, eliminates the heat of this summer, and the fragrance of the soil is fragrant and refreshing.

The rain dispelled the depression in my heart and removed the summer heat. It's raining, how nice!