Yuzhong country composition

Writing is to describe what you see and feel in your life, express your imagination and thinking about life, and let readers feel and think about life. The following is my composition about the countryside in the rain. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

1 This afternoon, we drove to tuanjie village. When I first arrived at the entrance to the village, I saw rolling mountains and singing streams, which really looked like a vibrant landscape painting.

When I came to the stream, I only heard the sound of water. The stream is beating the stones and beating the beat, just like a melodious song. Walking up the stream, suddenly, I saw a group of ducks playing freely in the water. You chase me, lively and lovely. The drake shouted "quack" in his voice. In an instant, the duckling and the mother duck immediately closed into a plum blossom shape, as if the male duck were saying, "Danger, all ducks gather quickly!" "

Further inside, there are many fresh and tender bamboo shoots hidden under the tall and straight bamboo. They break through hard soil and are not afraid of stones and thick soil. Finally, one day, they will grow into tall bamboos, adding early summer colors to nature.

In the distance, eggplant and potatoes stand proudly in the vegetable fields, not afraid of the threat of thunderstorms, and grow quietly in the soil. Golden rape flowers have withered, replaced by countless fruit pods and seeds in them, tightly sticking to "mother" and posing as if they would never leave their mother.

We came to the door of a farmer's house. A rhubarb dog wagged his tail happily, as if welcoming us. I even took a picture with it! It's that simple and cute.

The rural scenery in early summer is beautiful and colorful, which makes people linger. Especially in the countryside after the rain, it is full of poetry! Next time I have a chance, I will come here to play and experience the beauty brought by nature.

Walking on a country road in the rain, you can see the green vegetation in your eyes and the "talking" sound of animals in your ears. Everything is so natural and harmonious!

The weather is sultry, dragonflies fly low, and after a loud thunder, "Bang, Bang", "Bang, Bang ……", raindrops as big as beans drop on the concrete floor in front of the door, and a bloom blooms! Gradually, gradually, the raindrops are getting denser and denser. I was so excited that I reached out and touched it. It was quite powerful, wasn't it? It hurts to hit my hand!

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the raindrops are getting bigger and denser, becoming a "line". In a short time, all the "flowers" on the concrete floor were scattered and turned into a vast darkness. In the farmland not far away, a lot of water has been "Wang" in the lower places. I know, the earth is full! Look again, the flowers, grass and small trees that just hung their heads in the hot sun are also drinking water! After several days of exposure to the hot sun, their voices must be about to smoke! Such a timely rain solved their urgent need. Flowers and leaves on plants look more energetic under the nourishment of heavy rain.

The small pond is very lively. Naughty raindrops left a small halo on it, and at the same time made the sound of "Ding Dong Ding Dong", as if talking! "What are you going to do after you fall?" "I, I want to evaporate into the sky when the sun is shining, and then turn into raindrops to water flowers and plants when the earth is thirsty again. What about you? " "I want to stay in the pond and feed the fish and shrimp." ……

The rain stopped and all the chickens that had been sheltering from the rain under the eaves ran out. They must want to breathe the freshest air for the first time. You see, this one flew up, unfortunately fell into a new puddle and really became a "drowned rat"; The other quickly leaned in and pecked the feather on his friend's body with his mouth, as if to say, "Friend, it doesn't matter, I'll help you!" " "The little yellow dog watching from the sidelines stopped sticking out its tongue and began to enjoy delicious food on the clean ground-a bone! I can't hear the cicada singing. I guess they must have fallen asleep while it was cold. ...

The countryside after the rain is really beautiful! It has no scorching sun, no sultry weather, no cicada's "cry", only vibrant plants, only swaggering animals and a rainbow hanging in the sky!

Pastoral composition in the rain 3 "The rain in Tianjie is crisp as crisp." "The wind is like a mountain, and the rain is like a river." From ancient times to the present, countless literati are scrambling to describe the unpredictable rain. And rain is the natural landscape that fascinates me the most. But to say that rain is the most important thing, it is the rain in the countryside. The countryside always has many beautiful scenery different from the city.

The fields were silent before it rained. The crops look as if they have suffered from frost. There is no wind in the wild, and the air is filled with irritability, which makes people breathless. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept in, bringing a little coolness and a symphony in the rain. Wind and rain are surrounded by dark clouds, under the eaves ...

"Dadada", listen! It is raining! The collision between raindrops and plants plays a light and beautiful music. Look! Rain is like silk and beads, falling from the sky, as if it were crystal clear jade liquid in the heavenly palace. Rain falls on your palm and caresses you gently like a kind mother. In an instant, the raindrops evaporate and leave you to start an unknown journey again.

"Hua, Hua!" It's raining hard and windy. Rain makes the wind more imposing, and the wind helps the rain more imposing. This soft Jiangnan ditty suddenly became passionate and became an passionate symphony. Wind music has also entered a state, and "Hula Hula" directs the performers to play harder. Raindrops began to sing, "Hua Hua, Hua Hua ..."

"Tick, tick!" The rain is getting smaller and smaller, because the wonderful performance is coming to an end. The rain stopped and the fragrance of the earth spread. Look! What's that?-Rainbow! Rainbow after the storm! The rainbow appeared above the field. Although it is faint, it also brings warm little beauty.

After the storm, there will be a rainbow, and after the ups and downs, there will be success!

Finally, we reached our destination, and I saw the greenhouse again! The shed is still covered with a thick coat, like a shy little girl.

A rainbow appeared in the sky after the rain cleared. We began to appreciate the countryside with curiosity. Opening the car door, we were intoxicated by the air in the countryside after the rain: the air there was fresh and much better than being stuck in the car; There are endless things, much more than what you see on the window; It's smooth and solid there, much better than the bumps in the car. Because I can't finish it in words, I am intoxicated with it. Smoke from a small house far away from several families has to make people feel comfortable. Vegetation, after the baptism of rain, looks more spiritual; Vegetables, bathed by Hugo, look lovely; The house washed away by the rain looks beautiful and flat. People are out and busy. Later, we visited the farm garden, visited the green shed and saw the green fields with our own eyes. This is a great harvest. "Goodbye!" I can't bear to say to the countryside, because I love the countryside and all the beautiful things in the countryside.

Looking out from my grandmother's window, there is a calm river on a green weft bank. The spring of the stream slowly flows into my heart bay. ...

Flowers are fragrant, and little rain and dew are fragrant in the call of petals. It's raining bit by bit and the wind is whistling. Petals dance in the alternation of rain. God, I cried. There is a trace of sadness in its whistle. The clouds are crying, and big drops of tears roll down on the leaves, swinging gently and making a pleasant song.

It was sunny after the rain, and a "Rainbow Bridge" was set up in the sky. There are birds singing among the trees. Who is sobbing? Wind and rain, the once sunny land exudes golden brilliance. Willow has just been washed by intermittent rain. Willow saw her mother for the last time and reluctantly left. The wind is blowing, with the kindness of catkins, drifting into the distance.

As night fell, it began to rain again. It has changed and become gentle. Microwave rises on the river, and it's time for people to get together again. Smoke flutters in the air, and people can hear it from time to time, with hearty laughter and pleasant dialogue.

These songs echoed in my mind for a while. It was dark and foggy, like a layer of green gauze. The stars come and the moon bends like a boat ... "All the songs are repeated in my heart.

The river in front of grandma's house is blue, sometimes rough, sometimes gentle and lovely. The river flows through, a little sweet, and comes back to my heart.

Wave after wave, the wind has blown and the rain has rained, but the old figure of Xinyu Village has been emitting endless youthful charm.

In Grain Rain season, the rain floats down for no reason, without the posturing of the wind and the accompaniment of thunderstorm, it looks so quiet and beautiful. The rain in the city always lacks charm: there is no rhythm of hitting bananas with rain, no fragrance of soil, no light of old tiles on the roof, no strings of water drops and no ripples. ...

And you can enjoy these in the countryside, enjoy a little warmth in your mother's arms, enjoy peace in your spare time, and enjoy the trance of sitting on a Xiao Mu stool under the eaves before the rain. The past, the old, the sad and the happy are all washed away by the rain.

But there are always a few restless children running in the street. They are chasing and playing with small cloaks made of bags, or playing tricks on frogs who just woke up from hibernation, or playing with water by the pond, or building an earth dam in someone's alley to stop the trickle, and suddenly they are discovered by adults. Under a reprimand, they all ran out to sing nursery rhymes. ...

Several old people gathered in the corner shop facing the street, smoking dry cigarettes one by one, discussing this year's rain and last year's harvest. In the past, all the fatigue melted in the rain with a faint smoke, and only the old and rough hands were nourished by the rain and fog.

Young people are always wild and slightly wild, shouting cards loudly, and sometimes having hearty laughter-it's been a long time since we had such a rest and leisure. At night, under the orange light, three or five strong men, a few glasses of light wine, accompanied by a sweet harvest dream. Women are in groups of three and five, holding soles and embroidering clothes, and don't forget to talk about their shoes. Parents are short-sighted and chatting with relish. Occasionally they see a wet child and scold him for going home and changing clothes.

The rainy scenery in the countryside is calm, but it is so quaint and fresh without prosperity and grace. This rain can soothe the softest part of our hearts, stop our hasty steps and throw pebbles everywhere in our shoes; This scene, how many times I met in my dream, how many times I remembered it, vaguely remembering my mother's call echoing in my ears; This man always lets me sit quietly and share their happiness and sadness. His heart is so dull, but there is always a smile on his mouth. This kind of feeling, like boundless misty rain, can't be dissolved and blown away, hanging over my heart.

I like the rain in the country.

The hot weather has lasted for a long time. The cicada in the tree is chirping, and there is no one on the road. I remember seeing the dark clouds on the top several times, but it didn't rain in the end. Only today, the rain really came.

Noon. I'm still in a hazy sleep, and I can vaguely hear thunder.

Turn off the old, stupid and noisy fan, and a cool breeze blows in from the window, blowing the curtains high. Just out of the house, I heard thunder again, but the sound was still very small.

Gradually the wind became stronger and the leaves were blown everywhere. Before it rained, mother went to the garden to look for vegetables. Grandparents are busy collecting clothes and vegetables to dry. People on the road are anxious to get home before it rains. The farmers in the village rushed to the fields with hoes to drain the water in the fields, so as not to collapse the ridges due to excessive rain. People seem to be busy when it rains. This city is very different from here. A rain is not a big deal for people in a city, but it has little effect on them. Standing on the floor and looking at the street, it doesn't matter if it doesn't rain except for a few colorful umbrellas. People in the car don't need to get wet at all.

Strong winds bring rain and coolness. After a while, the sky became darker and darker, the wind became stronger and stronger, and lightning became more and more frequent. A white light rose from the dark clouds, and a few seconds later, there was a loud thunder.

When the rain really comes, the wind stops and the thunder stops. This seems to be the calm before the storm. Two minutes later, the rain came. Egg-sized raindrops crackled on the ground and the field of vision was very small. Everything outside the glass is blurred. Thunder seems to explode overhead, and the wind rushes in through the cracks in the window, making a whirring sound, just like a child screaming at the top of his lungs. Raindrops hit the glass hard, as if they would never stop until they were broken today.

In less than half an hour, the rain gradually subsided and the thunder stopped. Slowly, the rain stopped and the wind stopped, and everything was quiet. Oh, these children may be tired of playing just now, or they may have gone to other places to play.

The sky gradually brightened, the previous summer heat receded, there were more cars and pedestrians on the road, the rain was quickly evaporated, the dust mixed in the air was washed away, and the sand on the road was clean. Pedestrians sheltering from the rain under the eaves began to hurry, and working farmers had to get busy.

The rain in this country comes suddenly and goes quickly, just like a naughty child.

Rain said to the country: I am coming! The cow's eye socket is wet for half a circle. In the spring rain, the countryside is humble and grateful. At night, half a candle seems to bow down, and ink begins to have green words on the children's papyrus books. Rain felt a little ashamed of being late.

Rain brings vitality and nutrition to the countryside. Where there is no rain, it can only be desert and barren land. I'm afraid there are few creatures. Although rain sometimes has a temper, big or small, which brings disaster to the land and people, we think, which creatures have no advantages and disadvantages? Happiness is a curse, misfortune is a blessing. Things are often half angel and half devil. See how you go with her, make plans early and understand her temperament. In any case, people's life will be entangled with rain, which is doomed. Rain can leave you, but you can't live without rain.

Rain is a kind of country percussion. The rain first hit the tiles on the roof, and then splashed. Green tiles are like national feathers, covering the elderly. The sound of the rain is long, and it becomes a ticking sound on the eaves, and then a waterfall wants to add all the ravines and abyss on the flat ground. Rain is flowing and moving on the earth.

I like those scenes where hemp fibers walk through the rain, especially in the dark, wearing hemp fibers, such as hedgehogs and bats' shells. For farmers, hemp fibers are like brothers, so they can be put on to keep warm. The hemp fiber woven from sorghum leaves has the body temperature and taste of crops. She made it in the rain. It was late autumn and it was very cold outside. Father came into the room and took out a sweet potato from under the hemp fiber. He said that in order to keep warm, several people began to get some wine to drink. When there is no food, they bake sweet potatoes. My father gave me a sweet potato when I changed shifts at midnight. I wanted to have a hemp fiber at that time. Like hemp fiber with bird's wings, I can also test sweet potatoes in An Zi shack. When I drink, I will shake a small hip flask like an adult, and then pour the wine into my throat with my neck upturned. It is really a happy state of mind, an arrogant Jianghu, and a comfort after drinking a glass of wine. That hemp fiber is made of a pair of sorghum.

Rain has both blessing and punishment for the creatures, crops and vegetation on the ground, and it is life and death. When the weather is dry, it is mainly to moisten the drought. When the weather is waterlogged, it is a past life to add more rain. Rain can be described as yin and yang, sea water and flame, half magic and half way. Is this heaven? This is heaven, but people have to go by, irretrievably impatient, and deviate from the weather. People should learn what to hide and what to show. Drought is also a reminder to let you know that you are in awe. Keep the weather, and the weather is waterlogged. It is also a reminder to plan ahead; Good weather means that the sky has reached the middle, but one should not forget the nature of the sky. She just took a nap to put her temper to sleep. Her violent and overbearing genes haven't been removed yet, so be careful, man.

I know that in the rain in the country, many birds are lying in their nests, waiting for when they can dry their wet feathers, just like their mothers stroking wet quilts.

The rain in the country does not fall from the distant sky, but rolls down from the mountains. A drop at first, then a drop, leisurely, with a little shyness in the village. Ah, finally fell on your face, rustling, can not help but exclaim: this is the tears of a long-lost lover!

The rain falls in the countryside, and the rain and fog form a line to form another sky, which tightly wraps the countryside from head to toe. Look! How like a girl's hair, rain and fog fall on her shoulders one by one. I have never seen such rain and fog. Simple, quiet, gentle and elegant. The countryside seems to be your man, being told, beaten, caressed and intimate by you. Ah, the rain in the country, you are a happy rain, and no rain can compare with you.

The rain in the country, with a keen sense of smell, smells the blooming apple flowers, one by one, one by one. It is a sea of flowers, a paradise of flowers, and the petals are full of flowers, like the warm lips of lovers. The yellow-brown stamens are bare and a sincere heart, which is not concealed. Apple blossoms, without any precautions, the rain in the country quietly entered, suddenly kissed the most gorgeous lips, and spread through every pore of the body clearly. The rain in the country, you are so lucky. Apple flowers that bloom like cotton piles are more graceful in the beautiful rain and fog, and even the annoying bees don't come to compete with you. Apple blossoms are rain that only belongs to the countryside!

In the rain in the country, the grass can't live without you, earning an open belly for you to irrigate boldly; Rain in the country, apricot trees, pear trees and peach trees are inseparable from you. They greedily and wantonly open their mouths and suck your juice hungrily. Rain in the country, no matter how naughty the dog is, can't leave you. Take a bath in the rain and wash away the deposited scabs and thatch. The rain in the countryside, even the roof of the farmhouse can not be separated from you, wash away the dust and dead leaves on the roof and make the days bright; Rain in the countryside, even farmers' mothers can't live without you. She snuggled up to the shallots planted on the ground, waiting to grow up quickly, so that her son from other places could come back to eat quickly. The rain in the country, even the tall and straight poplars are inseparable from you. Even if they are tall and burly, they still need to absorb your nutrition.

Rain in the country, you are so beautiful, and everything you love is beautiful!

10 I always thought that summer rain was always unruly and bohemian. Until then, I met a gentle and quiet country rain.

At that time, it was late summer I was walking alone in a small village when it suddenly began to rain, meticulous and gentle. This is the rain that I have never encountered in summer. The drizzle lingers in this village surrounded by green mountains and green waters; Intertwined and lingering in the quiet gray-blue sky, slowly and quietly drifting. Rain falls on the lotus pond, microwave overflows, and fish at the bottom of the pond float to the surface to enjoy the sweet rain and dew. The rain at the end of summer falls on the lotus, turning into glittering and translucent white raindrops, or lying skillfully on the budding lotus buds, or lying quietly on the green lotus leaves, shining like diamonds. Rain, like a musician, plays the most beautiful music in nature in this small lotus pond. At this moment, although there is no moonlight and sunshine, there is clean rain as a friend. I believe that no matter what kind of people encounter such rain, they will always become quiet, right?

I walked on, trying to experience Wang Wei's "I will walk until the water blocks my way, and then sit and watch the rising clouds". With a little expectation, I seem to be on the road to heaven. However, there are no peach blossoms on the shore, only newly inserted seedlings on both sides, and the rain is flying all over the sky. The rain gently jumps on the seedlings, as if playing on a slide. One by one, raindrops fell on the rice fields, becoming rain dew to moisten the rice fields.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier. I put down my umbrella and enjoyed the cool rain. When I leave here, I don't know when I can stop like today and enjoy the quiet scenery. ...