Composition description in rainy days

In mid-air, clouds of white smoke floated around, hanging over everything around. It seems that the whole world will be swallowed up and become thicker and thicker. Xiao He composition network

It's raining harder and harder, and everything immersed in it, except it, seems to be at rest. Everything is calm, silent, silent. Xiaohe composition network

I hold an umbrella and wander in the clear rain, listening to it sing high and low. Occasionally find a pool. The stagnant water in the swimming pool on weekdays began to boil in this rainy day.

Ding-dong, it ripples, slowly expands, and even disappears. The thin silvery white silk thread constantly breaks the mirror surface and interweaves with the splashing sound. The wind floated gently, mixed with small raindrops, and came at me. Gentle as a mother, warming me; As refreshing as my father, and cold with me; As kind as a friend, very sweet to me. Let my heart disperse with the rain, float with the wind, flow with the feelings and think with the feelings.

This vague and wonderful dreamland, this poetic fairyland on earth, reminds me that the continuous clear rain calls for all souls.

This moist realm of white smoke, this long and silent fairyland, makes me sing: I can't see wet clothes in drizzle, and I can't hear idle flowers falling.

This intoxicating realm full of flowers, this elusive fairyland, makes me sigh: it will be dark one day, and it will rain again. See you tomorrow for heavy rain.

Rain, big, loud, more moving; The wind, fast and fierce, is even more shocking. Ding-dong, Ding-dong on the small pool is even more enthusiastic and cheerful. The clouds are getting darker and darker; God, it's getting darker and narrower. Rainy days are full of storms, more beautiful and more exciting.

I'm still holding an umbrella and keep walking. Glittering water drops burst into my hand from the umbrella handle, cool and warm, and there is a self-evident intimacy flowing in my heart. Stepping on the fallen leaves, this endless soul is running, and my whole body seems to be full of strength, looking at the ordinary world in the rain and smiling.

I always want to find the source of happiness on weekdays, but now I know that paying attention to every moment of life is also a love for life and happiness. I stood for a long time, took my umbrella off my head and let the rain wet my hair, my clothes and my long-lost closed heart. Listening to the rain is still singing, singing all the time, singing hard ...

2. Composition fragments describing rainy days (to set off a bad mood) It's raining and rustling outside the window. Hey, another rainy day. The whole mountain village was shrouded in drizzle, like a shy little girl hiding in her mother's arms.

At this point, the most frequent cicada stopped. On weekdays, cicadas are the noisiest. Let's take shelter from the rain at home today. A feeling of tightness in my heart, just after quarreling with my parents, Xiaowan climbed up the window sill. She was sullen and bored, drinking canned coke and looking at the rolling mountains in the distance. She just can't figure out why her parents always interfere in her life and nag. Take the cause of this quarrel as an example. Xiaowan chatted QQ with her classmates in the room alone, and then went out for a while. Her parents turned over her chat records. In Xiaowan's popular language, this deprived her of her privacy. Who knows, my parents immediately turned against her, and my mother even said angrily, "Hey, I washed your underwear when you were young, and you came out of my stomach to talk to me about privacy." You are a child, more and more ridiculous! "

Thought of here, Xiao Wan frowned again and squeezed the canned coke tightly. The more she thinks about it, the angrier she gets. She turned back to her room, packed her bags and went out. Dad is sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. Seeing her dress, he asked loudly, "Hey, where are you going?" I can warn you, you can't go anywhere until you reflect! "Then he cursed in a low voice:" The child is not well disciplined, and it is getting worse and worse! ""Don't worry! "Bang" with a door closing sound, Xiaowan walked out of the house angrily. Dad flushed with anger and roared, "well, you go, and you'd better not come back when you leave!" " "

3. Beautiful paragraphs describing rainy days 1. It rained slowly, and the buildings in the distance were hazy. The rain fell in a small puddle, splashing, a small and lovely splash ... Suddenly, a strong wind rolled up the curtains, and there was a ticking sound from the canopy outside the window. There was a flash of lightning, a loud noise, thunder on the roof, and it rained cats and dogs.

2. In the morning, the moonlight is faint and the autumn rain is continuous. The rain is falling, thin, like a silver needle and crystal silver thread, shining.

The West Lake in the drizzle seems to be more gentle and charming. Just like a landscape painting with a soft lens, hazy, like an ink painting. It's like watching a beautiful woman through a gauze curtain. I feel that she is beautiful, elegant and full of amorous feelings, but she can't lift the veil and see clearly.

It began to rain in Mao Mao, just like gauze in the sky. It rained heavily, and the rain fell on the ground, ticking, like a masterpiece of rain. It's getting dark, dark clouds slowly cover the sky, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier. Gradually, the rain stopped, the clouds cleared, the sun smiled, and the earth lit up again. Open the window, the fresh air came face to face, and my face was cold.

Naughty raindrops hit the river like steel balls dropped by someone, splashing high; It fell straight like a sieve bean, breaking the mirror-like lake and scaring away the small fish who wanted to jump on the water to watch the rain. Thick raindrops hit people's windows hard.

6. It's raining heavily, and the raindrops as big as beans keep falling like broken pearls. It was raining harder and harder, and the rain that fell on the ground quickly merged into a stream, giggling, singing, jumping and running forward. Raindrops are like pearls, sprinkled on the river and rippling on the calm water.

7. The spring rain comes slowly and walks slowly. I don't know how long it will take before the rain stops. As time went by, a bird flew across the sky and sang a song. Then I knew that the rain had stopped. However, the sky is still gray, the air is still wetter and fresher than before, the earth still has its hairspring, and you can still see water droplets slowly condensing and dripping from leaves.

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. Raindrops, like broken beads, keep falling from the eaves and blossom on the ground. The water that falls on the ground forms a mini "Dongting Lake". The small mound inside is the land, and just a few leaves float by, which is a fishing boat full of leisure-how interesting!

9. The rain hit the ground, splashing like a naughty child, and then disappeared without a trace. But the starry sky on the side greedily sucks the rain and nourishes itself. The rain hit the leaves mercilessly, making a crackling noise, and the rain hit the tiles flowed down the cracks and fell to the ground. The water surged like a waterfall, and the knock on the door broke the silence in front of the door.

10. Rain hits the window and makes a "tick, tick" sound. The sky is like a big sieve, tirelessly sprinkling raindrops like silver coins on the earth. In the distance, the buildings shrouded in rainy mountains are like a mirage, which makes people elusive, and sometimes red light shines, giving people a little warmth.

1 1, the scenery in the rain curtain is also a blur, and sometimes it disappears, as if there is nothing. The wind blows, the rain curtain shakes, and the scenery in the rain seems erratic. When I walked out of the house and walked comfortably in the rain, the poem "Weicheng soaked in the rain and the guest house was green and willow was new" came to my mind, and I couldn't help singing it. Rain falls from the sky like thousands of silver lines, and rows of drained water drops fall from the eaves like a beautiful bead curtain.

12, the rainy scene is really beautiful. It is like a landscape painting in China, like a poem, and also like a beautiful and hazy dream ... Just when I was completely intoxicated with this beautiful scenery, suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and I was suddenly surprised. I have been worried that this scenery will suddenly pass away and I will never see it again. I greedily appreciate the beauty like ink paintings, and I don't want to leave for a long time.

13, raindrops began to hit the stream, with silver flowers shining brightly and jumping pearls dazzling; Rain drops on the earth, rolling up a light smoke, and the ground seems to burst into small dimples with smiles; Raindrops hit the leaves, making a beautiful sound, like an excellent pianist playing melodious music, very beautiful.

14, rain, it bathes the leaves. The original gray leaves, like jade, are crystal clear and brand-new. The noisy road is also quiet for this reason. On the wet road, only the students after school walk in the rain with umbrellas, just like small petals blooming in the rain.

15, at this time, there is another scenery outside the door. I sat at the window and looked out. There is a huge bead curtain hanging between heaven and earth, so I can't see anything clearly. The rain fell on the ground, splashing one after another, very beautiful. Rain flows down the eaves, like a broken pearl at first, and gradually becomes a line. There is more and more water on the ground, which flows into streams.

The dark clouds in the sky are dancing and can't bear to let go.

People on the ground greeted them with a dark and gloomy sky.

When it is cloudy, there will always be a feeling of loss and the mood will sink.

Cloudy days are a good time for people to think quietly.

Cloudy days always indicate rain;

Soon, the rain fell from the sky, breaking this dreariness.

It seems that all tragedies happen in rainy days, so people are destined to feel lost in rainy days;

I don't like cloudy days,

This feeling makes me feel lonely and lost.

It seems that a lively party has just ended.

On cloudy days, I always think a lot of things.

But the more I think about it, the sadder it gets.

Only when the heavy rain comes, you walk out the door,

Let the rain hit your face and body,

Enjoying the charm of releasing dark clouds,

Only in this way can my heart be released.

The dark clouds in the sky are dancing, which has long been unbearable to release. People on the ground are greeted by a dark sky, gloomy and gloomy, and there is always a sense of loss, and the mood also sinks. Cloudy days are a good time for people to think quietly. Cloudy days always portend rain; In a short time, the rain fell from the sky, breaking this dreariness, as if all tragedies happened in rainy days, so people were destined to feel lost in rainy days; I don't like cloudy days. Cloudy days make me feel lonely and lost. It seems that a lively party has just ended. On cloudy days, I always think a lot of things, but the more I think about it, the more sad I get. Only when the heavy rain comes, I go out and let the rain hit my face and body and enjoy the charm of dark clouds, can my heart be released.

It is cloudy again. Dalian has not seen the sun for a long time. It seems to be the rainy season in the south, and it has been raining, and it rains in Mao Mao. It's really a mess! I like this weather. If it rains a little, I don't need an umbrella. In this way, I like fog and rain. It's cool, and it's cloudy and breezy. It's very comfortable and sober.

Sometimes I always spend it in a daze, sometimes I'm happy, sometimes I'm sad, just like the days outside, maybe because of cloudy days. I feel a little sad, as if isolated from the world, only myself, lonely and helpless. I want to catch someone, even if it's just a chat, but I'm so busy that I'm the only one who's bored.

Walking around the Internet and opening Daddy Long Legs is even more boring. I found an article, which was well written and touching. "An angel will love you for me" is even more sad. Will there really be angels? On cloudy days, my mood is also weak and weary through illness. & lt； Song of everlasting regret >>；; At the beginning, I spent a lot of ink on the introduction of the environment, which was delicate and gloomy. The paragraph describing pigeons suddenly reminds me of a sentence in Pu Shu's Birch Forest, "It's still cloudy, and pigeons are still flying. Who will prove the love and life without tombstones? " < & lt； Long > & gt； In Chinese, pigeons seem to be witnesses of old Shanghai, reflecting the unique hesitation of that era. For such weather, fight poison with poison! It's always good to be remembered when you receive a Christmas card from Netease. It's not bright today, and it's raining outside on a cloudy day. I'm afraid this weather will wake up the bad mood that scares you. Sad memories and confused thoughts will come to mind together, and good memories will be driven to the deepest corner of the heart. When I come back from work, I sit in a daze. There is no audio equipment in the room to relax. Therefore, my singing sounds deep and out of tune. The original intention of living in a single room was to read and study quietly, but I haven't moved my books for a long time. It would be great if I could find myself at school! As a class study committee member, I always tell myself to study hard, not to lag behind and not to lose face. But now that I look at myself, I can't control myself as if I were possessed by the devil. I suddenly feel that what I present to the world every day is not my true self, but a walking corpse without soul, an empty and unintentional body. If I don't donate so many fleshy trunks, maybe I can comfort my sincere guilt. I keep asking myself. It's really hard to love someone. Today, I can't see her smiling face. It is another cloudy day. My expectations remain the same. I hope one day you can see my woven home by my side, but now you can't see everything I have done for you. My sky turned into a tasteless smiling face. I will never see that blue sky again. I don't know what I did wrong. You ignored me. You are the color of my sky. You know I can't lose it. Fuck you, but you don't care if my sky is still cloudy. I want to find my blue sky, but I am too reluctant to leave here, so can I get my blue sky back? Give me the happiness I want, okay? Tell me that you will always be by my side, okay? On a cloudy day, I pray before it rains, hoping that you can see the cloudy day and disperse the dark clouds for me. On a cloudy day, I moved the dark sky with my smile by your side. Another gloomy day. Everything was like a play, and finally I realized that we were spinning around in the same place.

Early in the morning, I stepped on the crossroads again and started a busy day. Yes, the busy days have begun again. Sometimes finding yourself alive is repetition, in which life can be extended and indefinite.

Have I changed? Why don't you want to say a lot? In the face of many questions in life, I just smile, don't explain, don't struggle. Don't want to tell, don't want to explain, this is me now? Maybe, that's a state.

Suddenly found that I have buried myself. I remember telling my friends in the volunteer group yesterday: I will stay in my heart and use what I have learned to help those in need. Because I wrote a sentence in my diary yesterday: "Winter is near and it's cold, okay?" Is it warm? Do you miss it? "Make friends curious: Lin Er, who do you love? Who will you miss? Hehe, I love the person I love, and I think of the person I think of.

Time always gives people the best answers to questions. Many times, words are powerless, so there is no need to say too much. Gradually get used to not expressing yourself, and time will show us everything.

Looking at the gloomy sky, I smile, and I hope to impress the gloomy sky with my smile.

6. Articles describing cloudy autumn rain

Author: Zhang Ailing

Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft net and nets the whole autumn world. The sky is dark, too, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs. The pile of gray clouds in the sky is like white powder peeling off the roof. Under this ancient eaves, everything is extremely dull. The green pomegranates, mulberry trees and vines in the garden only represent the prosperity of the past summer, but now they have become the remains of ancient Roman architecture, shivering in the rustling rain and recalling the glorious past. The color of grass has turned into melancholy yellow, and fresh flowers can no longer be found underground; The delicate daffodils planted outside the dormitory wall hung their heads with tears in their eyes, lamenting their bad luck there. It was only two days of good weather and such a moldy rainy day. Only the sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner, the branches have been decorated with several precious buds as gold, carefully hidden under the green oval leaves, revealing a little hope of new life germination.

It's raining quietly, only the thin sound of rain. The orange-red house, like an old monk in a bright cassock, was baptized by the rain with his head down and his eyes closed. The wet red brick, with the color of pig blood, forms a strong contrast with the green laurel leaves under the wall. Gray toad, jumping in the wet and moldy mud; At the bottom of the gloomy autumn rain net, it is the only thing full of happiness and vitality. The mottled gray-yellow pattern on its back corresponds to the dreary sky in the distance, resulting in a harmonious tone. It jumped up with a plop, jumped into the mud from the grass nest, and splashed dark green water.

Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft net and nets the whole autumn world.

7.200-word rainy day environment describes Jiangnan, misty and rainy. Alleys flow quietly between small towns, interpreting people or things in small towns with elegant posture.

The low house is covered with dark tiles. Some grass floated from nowhere in the gap, a small one, humble but quiet, waiting for the rain. When it rains, water falls from the gap, forming a string of wind chimes. I will deliberately walk under the eaves and enjoy the feeling of raindrops falling on my head. A moment, a moment, seems to be a trembling spring.

A little rain, a faint fragrance, a touch of sunshine and a faint sense of trees all bloom the most beautiful flowers in Chu Qing after the rain.

On the lips and teeth of lotus, only rain can dispel the deep red and shine all over the world. Because I love lotus, I hope the rain will cut my cold loneliness with sharp weapons. Whenever this happens, I will sit by the lotus pond and watch the lotus leaves and flowers snuggle together. That kind of loneliness is like evaporated water, without a trace. The whispering of lotus flowers in the rain has long been fixed as out-of-print tenderness in my eyes, but the rain doubts the elegance of lotus flowers and slaps them with its tail. Lotus leaves always become sacred objects holding high in the sky, blocking the rain with their bodies. Someone once said, "Lotus leaf is the mother of lotus." Yes, it's good. Otherwise, how can there be a little care and care for the leaves?

All this, scattered in the rain, turned into watercolors, touching the mother's heart.

The lake is like a mirror, reflecting countless sunshine. When the rain comes, it keeps shaking, like tension and excitement. Under the sting of raindrops, the lake gave out one cheerful cry after another, which kept shaking my heart. After a while, the raindrops turned into rain hammers and hit the middle of the lake hard. I asked the lake, "Does it hurt?" "It doesn't hurt, just like touching." Oh, I see, rain is the soul of water and the purest and cleanest river in the world. All this, in the rain, has become the realm of "smoke cage cold water moon cage sand". Suddenly I really want to hold an umbrella and dance in the street with raindrops. Then throw the umbrella on the street to let the rain soak the soul, revive the dead heart and say, "It's good to rain!" " "

I have seen light rain like a silver needle, and I have seen lightning and thunder storms, but I have never seen rain these days.

When I woke up from a long nap, I heard the rain outside the window. The glass window has been covered with water droplets. Very good! A rainy day. My mood is great at once. I like the cool rain in summer, which makes people relaxed and happy.

8. Writing composition on cloudy days 700 likes cloudy days

The sun is behind the clouds, and the clouds cover the dazzling light of the sun, but the world is still bright. The cool breeze dispelled the heat, but there was no sign of rain. This cloudy day is my favorite weather!

It's sunny on a sunny day, but under the scorching sun, people often feel lazy and don't want to move for a moment, so I think sunny is much more anxious!

Although the rain is endless, people have infinite reverie, but walking in the misty rain and fog is unbearable for muddy roads. Sitting indoors, watching the gloomy sky raining like silk, often makes endless sadness fill the heart, as if the rain not only wet the ground, but also wet the heart. Therefore, the lingering of rainy days is a bit more melancholy!

Cloudy days are not as bright as sunny days, but they are still bright; Cloudy days are not lingering on cloudy days, but they are also hazy. Like cloudy days, not to reject the sun, but to let the sun fade its dazzling light and illuminate the world more softly and satisfactorily; I like cloudy days, not because I am afraid of rainy roads, but because if I can travel comfortably in a refreshing and clean atmosphere, why go along muddy roads?

In fact, life is the same. Everyone is trying to build their own life into their favorite atmosphere and live their own lives in all kinds of weather!

Some people, in the journey of life, have always been fearless, and they have never stopped on the road of life. His life is a creative life, a very bright life! I appreciate this straightforward sunny life, but I'm worried that this life will be overdrawn in advance and won't last long!

Some people, because of their humble origins, personal experience and rough life, always like to complain about others, live a miserable life, and even their lives and work are wasted in constant complaints! Because of his gray mood, his life is full of melancholy. In fact, Huize, fate may not give less than a sunny life, but opportunities often pass him by, because he didn't work hard and didn't make full preparations! Once and for all, you will be unknown all your life! I sympathize with but don't like such a pessimistic rainy day life!

Some people, maybe all their lives, spend an ordinary life in an extremely ordinary post, but he is ordinary but never mediocre. He will do his job diligently and properly, and live a quiet life under his own management, but there is no lack of fun! He knows how to cherish his body and life, and understands that things should be done in an easy and gradual way. Get along well with others, be considerate and tolerant: a trustworthy colleague of the unit; Have high integrity among friends; In the family, he is a person who is reassured by his elders, loved by his peers and respected by his younger generation. His pace of life will not be fast, but he will arrange his life in an orderly way, interpret his life with his optimism and self-confidence, and make no noise, without complaining about the beauty! I like this cloudy life with no regrets!

I like cloudy days. I like to walk slowly and safely through life with a calm heart in the bright and cool!

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