The composition of autumn rain in the first day of junior high school

In daily study, work and life, everyone has dealt with writing. Writing is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. So have you ever studied composition? The following is my collection of 10 autumn rain compositions for reference only. Let's have a look.

The first autumn rain composition 1 the enthusiasm of summer gradually recedes, and the cool breeze blows gently, and autumn is coming.

The sky is dark and the clouds are integrated. Dark clouds herald the first autumn rain. The wind is getting stronger and stronger, blowing through mountains and rivers, cornfields and wheat fields, and it is wheat fragrance that blows to farmers. The air is sultry and everything is holding its breath. Finally, the first drop of rain broke the silence, and then the heavy rain followed. Unlike summer rain, there is no lightning and thunder, only tireless rain.

Rain hits the roof of the house, and the stone tiles make a beautiful sound in the rain, as if singing the harvest season. Rain along the eaves, like a flying snake, like a swift swallow, flows into the house and drops on the skirts of farmers. Farmers are sitting on their doorstep. He closed his eyes and listened to the rain. He seems to hear the call of nature and mumble something. Suddenly, he was surprised and smelled a smell, oh! It's wheat fragrance. The smell of wheat permeated the whole house through the rain curtain with the wind. He smiled slightly. Take a deep breath and revel in this beauty.

The sickle hung on the window and swayed gently in the wind. Maybe he also smelled the smell of wheat, so he couldn't resist the joy in his heart. He stared at the autumn rain through enough paper. That moment was the most exciting moment of his year.

The farmer opened his eyes. He looked at Shan Ye in the distance and recalled the past: when I was a child, my father took himself to pick wild fruits on the mountain there. As long as it rains, the mountain road becomes muddy, and it is very inconvenient for villagers to transport food. Now the cement road has been built in the village, and the truck only delivered the grain in a short time a few days ago. ...

Gradually, the rain became smaller.

When the farmer saw the cement road, his heart suddenly became excited. Unfortunately, his father died before the road was built. He stood up to exercise his muscles, and the mountains in the distance became clear, and the light from the wheat fields shone on his face. The first ray of sunlight came down and the earth regained its luster. He went back to his room and took out his sickle and straw hat. He greeted the villagers who came out together and walked to the field.

The rain is still falling, and it can't stop the farmers' hearts.

Rain moistens everything, and life takes on a new look. Life is beautiful because of this autumn rain and colorful because of the four seasons. This year is another bumper harvest year, and the future life will be as wonderful as the baptism of wheat.

The first autumn rain composition 2 rain, nothing much ordinary. Autumn is a season of melancholy and sadness. Today's rain has taken away all my troubles and washed my soul.

I like rain, and I prefer to sit quietly by the window and watch the rain gradually and quietly lose its evil self. I am the one who blends in with everything outside the window, lands with them, and vents all dissatisfaction and anger together. ...

I hate rain again. He lost me, and I always forgot everything I wanted to do. And every time I get drunk in the surly rain, my eyes will always be sad and tears. I am not an emotional person, and I will not shed precious tears easily, even under such circumstances. ...

All in all, I prefer more rain.

And, make my heart calm; Rain makes my heart meditate; Rain, make my heart lost; Rain makes my heart cry.

This is rain, the rain I love.

Let's look up at the light rain outside the window. A drop of rain seems to be a withered petal, singing a sad tune, commemorating the touching past, falling on the grass, on the stone road, on the soil and on the heart. Suddenly, a mysterious and vague emotion made me feel sour in my nose. A touching past was vivid in my mind, and sad scenes swept through my mind. I think these should be one of the reasons why I feel sad!

Although the rain is sharp, it baptizes us, but after the storm, there will always be new hopes sprouting slowly.

Gradually, the sound of rain is getting smaller and smaller, and I seem to understand something gradually.

Later, I learned that the rain taught me two words: bear and meet. Only by bearing the wind and rain can we meet the rainbow; Only by accepting failure can we accept success; Only by accepting ridicule can we accept admiration; Only by enduring the past can we meet the future; only ...

Yes, it brings not only sadness but also awakening.

Rain, I love you more and more!

That autumn rain washed my heart.

Today, there was an autumn rain.

Most people think that autumn rain bears the sadness of branches and leaves and overflows the lament of autumn geese migration. Therefore, it is a symbol of sadness. However, I don't think so. I think the drizzling autumn rain is full of poetic beauty.

Look, Qiuyu is like an affectionate weaver, weaving dreamy soft yarn for the world. It moistens the dead leaves and ripens the fruit, as if to evaporate the harvested fruit into intoxicating wine.

It's raining less. Standing on the height of the teaching building, I saw the golden rice waves in the distant fields churning in the oblique wind and drizzle. Rain, like precious ink, seems to outline the joy of rice waves. The farmers are working hard in the fields. Cangshan Mountain in the distance is more charming under the faint rain and fog, and the bamboo forest in the rain and fog is greener under the infiltration of autumn rain ... At this moment, it is already a painting.

"Leave the residual lotus to listen to the sound of rain"-the gentle rain is beating the dead lotus in the fish pond, as if it were a unique farewell to the affectionate lotus leaf. This can't help but remind people of the poem "The phoenix tree is more raining" and "The pomegranate falls lightly in the rustling autumn rain". A gust of autumn wind floated by, and the air was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus, which made people feel clear. Rain drops on the surface of the pond, and the ripples are like beautiful garlands presented by fish for autumn.

The rain stopped, and the faint raindrops on the campus leaves "ticked" and played light and cheerful music. The autumn wind swept through, and a coolness floated in, which made people feel refreshed.

What a beautiful autumn rain map!

On this day, misty autumn rain began to fall in the sky. Some people throw away their umbrellas and enjoy the rain and dew given by nature. The old people sighed and looked at the rain, with a peaceful smile on their faces, as if remembering the good past. Lively children carry all kinds of umbrellas, like flowers in full bloom in the rain.

It's raining, it's raining, it's foggy, and there are thousands of silver wires floating in the air, just like a string of bead curtains, covering everything like a cloud, and the whole city is full of mystery. ...

Autumn rain falls on the leaves. Sasha vujacic and sasha vujacic, like a girl stroking the strings gently, and like a drummer beating his little drum, are so beautiful.

Autumn rain is falling, and the rain drops on the petals of chrysanthemum, just like colorful pearls flashing, with the fragrance of chrysanthemum, infiltrating into people's hearts.

Rain sprinkled on the river, and small waves appeared on the calm water. Small waves appear on the river from time to time, as if sucking crystal raindrops.

Rain, seeping into the soil, exudes the fragrance of the soil. The trees are spreading their branches and leaves, the jade leaves are dewdrops, and the green grass keeps swaying, as if telling the story of autumn.

Autumn rain falls in people's hearts with the breath of harvest and happiness. An old farmer looked at the endless golden rice fields with unspeakable joy in his heart. He seems to be thanking autumn rain and autumn.

Rain is the melody of nature and the messenger of autumn. You came to the earth with autumn, you embraced a gurgling stream, you played a wonderful melody, you brought joy and happiness to people … you also brought infinite vitality to the earth.

Autumn rain is falling ... Zhejiang is falling ... the earth is laughing!

When I was still immersed in the beautiful fantasy of autumn rain, the rain stopped. The noise of the city returned to the past, and the soft and weak sunshine touched the earth. Everything seems to usher in new hope.

The first autumn rain composition 5 When the osmanthus trees 30 meters high outside the courtyard wall in front of the window are in full bloom, dew begins, and the last summer rain beads are slightly smaller than beans, sweeping away the sultry heat that finally hits. With the cool wind blowing, the first autumn rain was still unfinished. Several clusters of osmanthus flowers dotted among dense leaves fell into the puddles in the road, arousing a broad fragrance and infiltrating into the shed with the cold wind.

I don't know where the rain falls in the distance, and the drums are ringing. Birds Before Returning to the South tells the story of the last attachment before returning to the South. With the swaying branches, it is the beginning of autumn, and it is still a feeling of deja vu, which makes people calm.

People often call the four seasons in the order of spring, summer, autumn and winter, but I always have a feeling that autumn is the beginning of a year, which is exciting and exciting. At this time, my heart is really quiet, but I still can't help but shout with joy, Miss Qiu, you are doing it again.

What I remember most about the past is autumn. It seems that the sky is always gray and empty, and every tree and grass is always green. The light flickered in the middle of the night and spread far away in the drenched Shi Zhuan Lane, like a layer of beating frost marks.

Whenever you come to a post station on the road and stop to rest, you will always catch up with autumn, sit under the autumn moon and watch the autumn leaves fall, wait for the tea to frost, and then rally.

So every time, I see you. It's me in the past, which makes me nostalgic and reluctant to leave.

But how dare you?

The last summer rain gradually subsided, the first autumn rain was not over yet, and the rain beads became thinner and slower. The rain stopped quietly, waiting, waiting for the autumn people to hit her again.

It has been raining lightly around June 1 1 day. Raindrops are endlessly scattered on the flowers and trees on both sides of Qihe River, making a rustling sound. Raindrops in late autumn attract blessings. This voice seems to remind flowers and trees that you have decorated the spring, summer and autumn for nature, and now you can rest.

Wild chrysanthemum, dandelion, Rabdosia rubescens and other flowers and trees on the bank of Qihe River. With the regular reminder of autumn rain, let these natural flowers and trees line up, come to the shore, stand in the rain and listen to the arrangement of autumn rain. The autumn wind gave raindrops to the flowers, trees and trees on both sides of Qihe River.

When it was given to the trees on the shore, all the trees applauded. Hold a few drops of different shapes of liquid in your hand. Autumn rain is like an indispensable dew on the petals of a rose.

When handing it to the grass on the shore, all the flowers and plants nodded to welcome it. Hold a few drops in different arms to see, autumn rain is like an indispensable dew at a celebration party.

When giving it to the little fish in the river, all the fish get together to welcome them. Looking at the falling raindrops with different attitudes, the track of autumn rain is like silk thread spit out by silkworms.

When it was given to the banks of Qihe River, the earth smiled and welcomed it. Open its mind and look down. Autumn rain is like tears of attachment when lovers leave.

Autumn rain, with its weak, not violent and not spectacular gesture, gave blessings to resting trees and flowers and to all living things. Day after day, trees and flowers quietly return to their homes, put on thick clothes, throw themselves into the embrace of the earth and rest quietly.

Qihe reluctantly sent away trees, grass and flowers in the autumn rain, looking forward to their return. When the green trees and flowers come back, it will be spring next year. The autumn rain in Qihe River has brought a season of deep thinking.

The title Autumn Rain on Qihe River describes the characteristics and structure of autumn rain in detail, creating a unique aesthetic feeling for readers from the personification of trees, grass, fish and shore. The language is fluent, but I hope the author will pay attention to the rational use of rhetorical devices. For example, in the second paragraph, the anthropomorphization of flowers and trees queuing on the shore is somewhat inappropriate for immobile plants, even if it is visually wrong.

In the last two days, autumn rain has been lingering every day, and the sky is like an overturned ink bottle, gloomy. It's gray. After meddling, I thought of listening to the rain. Drip rain sounds like small notes, playing a beautiful tune together. Only then did I realize that there are so many beautiful things in life.

I sat quietly by the window, listening to the raindrops falling on the ground. I was intoxicated in the "rainy world", carefree and forgot all my troubles. "Listening to the wind and rain at night, the iron horse glacier dream." What a wonderful poem Lu You wrote! How beautiful this autumn rain is, like a key, with coolness and tenderness, gently, gently, when you are not paying attention, quietly opened the door of autumn. Autumn rain has a box of pigments. He gave the yellow to the ginkgo tree, the leaves of Huang Huan fell like scattered flowers, and the yellow butterflies fell from the air: he gave the red to the maple leaf, which floated like stamps, bringing us the coolness of autumn.

Autumn rain has no passion in summer, no vitality in spring, and no cold in winter. Autumn rain is intoxicating with a hint of unique charm. The autumn rain is falling, fluttering, like silk, like … falling in the palm of your hand. Rain from the sky, like fine sand flying all over the sky, floats a little. A drop of delicate autumn rain fell on the leaves, and the leaves opened their eyes and teased each other with the raindrops. Moisten the dry land a little.

Listen! Look! Autumn rain is still dripping, crystal clear raindrops are dancing on new leaves, and fine raindrops weave a gray curtain between heaven and earth, which should be accompanied by music. Isn't all this poetic? Isn't this the beauty of life? Now, calm down, find and enjoy the beauty of life!

The autumn rain on the eighth day, with light steps and coolness, quietly came to the world.

Autumn rain is rustling. She gave the grass a comfortable bath and then changed it into a yellow sweater. Yu Qiu picked up a colored brush and colored the leaves. Look, she dyed the ginkgo tree golden yellow. She dyed the maple leaf red, dazzling; She dyed the pine and cypress oil green and oil green, and the green was bright. Autumn rain falls all over the garden, and other flowers are eclipsed. Only chrysanthemums stand proudly, competing to open charming smiling faces. They are red as fire, yellow as gold, and white as snow. Some dance like silver snakes, some dance like gold, and some dance like the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon. It's really beautiful, beautiful. ...

Autumn rain falls in the orchard, and red apples are like the smiling faces of little girls painted with rouge; Golden pears sway in the wind like golden bells; Glittering grapes are like a string of sparkling pearls ... Autumn rain flutters in the fields, sorghum smiles red, rice smiles bent, cotton smiles wide, and corn smiles broken. ...

Autumn rain is sometimes gentle and falls gently; Sometimes it growls and pours down; Sometimes I have a little temper, which lasts for more than half a month. In this cloudy weather, people will feel a little sad, a little cold, a little cold, and have the feeling that "autumn rain is evil" and "one autumn rain is cold". It is no wonder that since ancient times, many literati have felt sad and lamented the autumn rain.

Autumn rain is continuous, full of the joy of harvest, bringing coolness and faint sadness.

How much rain has it rained in the world? I haven't seen them one by one, so I don't know. How many rains have I experienced in my life? I can't count them. Only this time, fresh in my memory, maybe it was too close.

In late autumn, when I wake up in the morning, clouds keep warm for this cold city like cotton wool. Thick, large clouds are spreading and spreading, and there is no end. I suspect that it has spread to the end of the world.

Morning without morning light is my least favorite. I am like a cat, curled up in the quilt.

Reluctantly, I got up. Walking out of the gate, a slightly cool wind blew, and there was a rain brewing in the clouds, a long-lost rain.

As soon as I got on the bus, the rain began to trickle down. Maybe it's because the air has become cool and my heart is quiet. The rain wrote cursive script on the glass, and the "tears" condensed on the window frame also fell from it like pearls, drawing a naughty stroke. In your sketch, you have completed a different kind of painting. A drop of water, a needle waterline, maybe a love letter written by rain to a tree, but it was outlined as a self-introduction letter by tears.

When I got off the bus, I didn't open an umbrella, but let it hit me in the rain and drown me. Flowers seem to be jealous of the rain, and beautiful petals fall in the rain and are trampled by others. Flowers withered and withered. There is a golden path under a tree with yellow flowers.

The rain is intermittent. The fresh taste of earth and grass is much better than that in the bakery. It is the fragrance of nature. I came all the way to the backyard with faint colors and fragrance.

The flowers in the yard seem to be favored by the rain and have a faint smell of rain. Wearing dazzling jewels prepared by rain for them makes the flowers fresher and more beautiful. Others are dejected and despondent, the petals have already fallen slowly, and only one or two are still struggling tenaciously. Moved with compassion, I made an umbrella and a canopy for the flowers. She was so delicate that her petals fell off, and with beauty and coquettish, she was buried in the soil.

On the way home, I was on pins and needles. Look at the rain again, as messy as a needle, as if my mood at this time!

The hot summer leaves quietly, and autumn comes briskly. Autumn is a rainy season, and the autumn rain is often unexpected and continuous. It is the saddest one in autumn, which makes people have infinite reverie.

A few days ago, my father said, "beginning of autumn is here, and it will rain again tomorrow. I don't understand: "the weather is fine, there is no wind or clouds, how can it rain?" "Dad said," Swallows fly very low in the snake aisle, wearing skirts and hats. " This is a precursor to rain. The next morning, the weather was still clear and cloudless. But in the afternoon, on my way to school, the weather began to get dark, dark clouds covered the sun, the weather was gloomy and the light was much darker, just like at night. Then the rain fell from the sky, and the students cheered and ran to the playground, as if enjoying the rare autumn rain, which made the crystal beads on my head roll down and felt very refreshing. This is the most precious gift that Miss Qiu gave me. I stood on the balcony of the teaching building and watched from a distance. Raindrops fall, just like Miss Qiu's gentle little hand, touching it there, it is brand-new. "Sand, sand" rain falls on trees and flowers, playing a "autumn rhyme", which sounds really pleasant. The rain is still falling, and the campus is shrouded in a gentle mist. Flowers and trees in the rain, greener leaves, more beautiful flowers, fresher air, locust branches swaying in the rain, just like the cheers of autumn rain; Roses nodded slightly in the rain, as if to pay tribute to the autumn rain, and swallows lingered in the rain, singing and dancing for the autumn rain.

Put your hand on the balcony, the rain falls on your palm, and a cool feeling spreads all over your body. I can't help shivering. I held some rain in my hand and licked it gently with my tongue. The sweet rain is refreshing.

Autumn rain not only moistens everything on the earth, but also moistens my heart. Beautiful autumn rain, I love you!