The raindrop is like a broken bead. It rained even harder, and a layer of white fog splashed on the roof and road. The following is the rain composition of about 600 words I collected for you. I hope you like it.
Yu's composition is about 600 words. The next day's rain is 1. There is drizzle, pouring rain and stormy weather. And her different forms of beauty in the four seasons.
It's raining, and the flowers are just in time.
Rain, affectionate, since ancient times, I do not know how many poems praise rain. I don't know how many literati Mo Rong once lamented this wonderful rain. I like rain too. I love its obscurity, and I also love that its grass color is almost nonexistent, and things are silent and moist.
Spring rain, the beauty of diagonal weaving
"Oh, it's another spring!" I muttered, looking at the light rain outside the window like cow hair, thin and soft, giving people a fragile feeling, reaching out and letting the fast little guy rush into my hand. This kind of feeling is itchy and cold ... The rain in different directions is densely woven, hanging over Beijing, foggy, and Ran Ran rises. Give Beijing a sense of mystery. Grass sticks out its little head in the rain, maybe they are enjoying walking in the rain! Spring rain is the most common, like cow hair, like needles, like filaments. People looked at the thin layer of smoke on the roof, and everything in the world was silent in the rain.
Summer rain, the spirit of joy
"Oh-it's raining!" The children shouted excitedly; Summer is children's favorite season, especially when it rains. Children will go to the rain in droves with an umbrella and a small bucket. After that rainy day, they will catch snails that stay on the grass with their bags on their backs. It rains heavily in summer. After the spring rain, the grass germinated, and the task of cultivating and watering in the later period fell on Yu Xia's shoulders. He sometimes dripped, sometimes drizzled and sometimes poured. Always let you guess! They are like naughty children and happy spirits, bringing coolness and joy to the whole hot summer.
Autumn rain is full of desolation
I don't know if you have ever heard of it: "Falling in red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." I don't know if you feel sad after reading this poem, but I know that after the lush spring and summer, those once enchanting flowers will have such a fate. Autumn rain is coming, which seems a little sad. I would rather think of it as the tears of nature, which cries for the tragic fate of those flowers and the new vision for the coming year!
Winter rain, snow.
"Wow!" With an exclamation, when I opened the window, I saw the scene of winter. The first snow this year arrived as scheduled, and the vast snow seemed to put on winter clothes for the earth. It's really wrapped in a silver bag! The old pine tree in front of the house was dressed up as a beautiful bride by the skillful girl of nature, and with the green finally exposed, nature became more beautiful. ...
Take a deep breath, the indescribable snowflake flavor mixed with shallow grass fragrance is intoxicating and unforgettable. ...
Rain adds color and flavor to life.
Rain, the season of flowers.
Rain's composition is about 600 words. I like to follow in Brother Feng's footsteps. I like to come to this world quietly with Sister Yun's dance. In this way, I can help the growth of crops and create a fresh environment. I am a crystal water drop.
I am a musician. Brother Feng is my accompaniment and Sister Yun is my partner. I am flying freely in the sky, playing the beautiful rhyme like a spiritual spring-pattering, and Grandpa Lei and Grandma Lightning can't help applauding me around me. I am so happy that I let go of my natural golden voice-go, go, and the music I played reached a climax. Brother Feng couldn't help roaring.
At this time, I passed through Yuntai Mountain and watched the tourists coming to this scenic spot in an endless stream. I can't bear to disturb their beautiful trip. I asked Brother Breeze to help me-to be my partner, and I also asked Sister Rainbow to help me-after my performance, Sister Rainbow will perform on stage.
The breeze kisses people's clothes and cheeks, giving people a cool feeling. I only heard that I played a bass song: Didi-Answer, Didi-Answer. I came, as if it was time to dry the sweat on some tourists' faces. My performance is over. "Look! What is it? " The tourists turned around and looked down at the breathtaking peaks and waterfalls. "Rainbow! That's a rainbow! Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, not bad! After the rain, the rainbow appeared! It's beautiful. " Hearing these words, my face can't help but be filled with a bright smile.
Inadvertently, I came to the wild Suoxi fish in Zhangjiajie. Natural and majestic, only when I see this beauty can I know what is called "mountain spirit", "water show", "bridge danger" and "secluded cave". Before Breeze's brother and Rainbow's sister left, I quickly stopped them and prepared to hold another perfect performance here. Like a song without words, it magically condenses from all directions. Everything in the mountains has become countless wonderful keys. My family, that is, the fluttering rain, is countless dexterous and soft fingers, playing one wonderful music after another, and ending this successful performance with me.
I just found out that I am a magical magician-I skillfully changed the color of Suoxiyu Peak, and its color scale changed beyond recognition. Every color is hard to appear on the palette. I am proud, humming a little song and jumping like a wild child. ...
That's right. Do you know my long process of formation? In fact, when the water on the earth is irradiated by sunlight, it will turn into steam and be evaporated into the air. Water vapor condenses into small water droplets when it meets cold air at high altitude. These small water droplets are small and light, and are held up in the air by the updraft in the air. It is these small water droplets that gather in the air to form clouds. Of course, it is these small water droplets that turn into raindrops and fall on the ground, forming a beautiful and lovely me-happy small water droplets. This is the process of growing up.
Rain's composition is about 600 words. Three people will die, things will disappear, parliament will die, soil will crack, fire will go out, gold and silver jewelry will rot, how can it last forever in this world?
Only rain is eternal. It comes from ancient times, with ancient fatigue dust and ancient elegance. It was dark, and it quietly fell into the world, making people smell waves of ancient soil.
The fragrance of. In the dead of night, I sit at my desk and think quietly. Suddenly, a slight "Didi" broke the silence. Looking at this careless "showstopper", I can't bear to complain, on the contrary.
Attracted by this girl's delicate body. It let me fall into a beautiful fantasy, unable to extricate myself, the girl's charming, the girl's soft, let me admire, let me think deeply.
It is immortal in nature, and rain flies from the sky to the ground. Or a sunny rainy day, how happy and beautiful; Or rainy, moisten things silently; Or rain pours down from holes in the sky. However, no matter whether the rain is as big as goose feather or as small as fine ash, it nourishes the dried-up hearts of all creatures in nature and gives flowers and plants a chance to regenerate.
Rain makes the grass stick out its little green head from the ground. It absorbs nutrients from the land every day. As the days passed, the grass grew up. When the footsteps of Autumn God approached slowly, the grass fell asleep.
It has become the nourishment of life on the earth and contributed to the bright earth, and its residue has been absorbed by the blazing sun. In the sky, it turned into transparent rain again, and in the continuous drizzle, it rained again
It landed on the earth and made another contribution to the earth. Rain always exists in the circulation of nature.
Rain is immortal in people's praise. It quietly came to the world with the footsteps of Uncle Feng, watered the flowers and trees, and quietly left, leaving no trace and not letting the world know. "It sneaked into the night with the wind, silently nourishing everything." Praise its selfless dedication, unrequited contribution to nature.
Praise its heroic spirit, how many men with boiling blood gave birth to the dragon's ambition in the gale and tempered their strong perseverance. How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? The heavy rain shocked the earth.
Well, this is a round of applause for it. The world has also raised seven-color rainbows for it, which is an affirmation and a reward for it.
Praise the gentleness of the rain, the continuous drizzle is its gentle tears to the world, and it is its touch on the warmth between people. The wind dried its well-meaning tears, leaving a fresh and quiet one.
A ray of warmth, its freshness makes me remember, its tranquility makes me think deeply, and its warmth makes me happy.
It is raining! Flowers song for you, willows dance for you, grass blesses you, and pine trees open the way for you.
The existence of rain, how long you have lived, how many ancient melodious melodies you have heard, how many time and space you have traveled, although ignored, you will always walk with others.
I don't know if it's my lack of pen and ink or the ancient existence of rain, so I can't express the long life of rain with pen and ink.
I like the incomparable beauty of rain!
The footprint of winter has been covered by spring, everything has been awakened by the spring breeze, and plants and animals such as willows have also awakened. However, so many flowers, plants and animals are inseparable from the "pioneer" of this spring-spring rain.
These days have been rainy, and it has been gloomy for more than two weeks. Early in the morning, the road, the river and the roof are foggy everywhere, and even a ray of sunshine can't be seen. People who don't know think that the white clouds in the sky are getting thicker unconsciously! Sometimes, when you look up, you will really be shocked. Dark clouds come at you like wild animals, and suddenly you feel that nothing hard can pierce him. There is no fog on this rainy day. A piece of white in the distance is firmly covered on the ground like a layer of white gauze, just like being a little far away, it will be "eaten" by the fog.
"Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. " The spring rain fell quietly like this. When I got to school, I was still walking slowly on the floor tiles, as if I hadn't woken up yet. Suddenly, a small spring rain fell on me. I immediately broke free from my sleep and raised my head in a conditioned way. "It's raining," I said casually. Although it looked like rain in Mao Mao, after a few minutes, I felt a few drops of rain freeze on my hair, and then I looked at my clothes. Just like a zebra, there is a small puddle here, and a small puddle there gently hits my down jacket, resulting in small spots. The ground was soaked like a silver needle by the spring rain, and I almost slipped.
When I ran to the classroom, I shook the unsinkable raindrops, and then started the formal class. Suddenly there was a "Hua" sound in my ear. I looked out of the window. The result was a heavy rain. Rain hit the tiles, and the car hit the ground, making a "crack" knock. Together with the "beep" sound outside, it constitutes a spring song. If you listen closely, you can hear the "pop" sound when the raindrops hit the window frame, but after a while, the rain stopped. This spring rain is really amazing.
The changes that spring rain brings to the world are endless. Without spring rain, plants such as willows can't really germinate at the best time, and there will be no color in spring.
Rain's composition is about 600 words. I still remember the day a long time ago, the pouring rain.
In the morning, I was awakened by the deafening rain.
After washing, I went to the living room and looked at the big drops of rain beads falling from the dark clouds outside the transparent glass window, as if screaming wildly. The sound of falling rain beads resounded through the sky.
Today is Saturday, I don't have to go to school, so I will review my lessons at home.
It's still raining outside, watering the spring flowers and tall trees.
Suddenly, a gust of wind raged, blowing off the rain beads and green leaves on the tree.
I listened to the whistling wind and the sound of rain falling on the ground.
At noon, the sun still didn't appear in this bustling city, and the raindrops gradually fell and made yuhua district.
In the afternoon, I watched TV series.
It is still raining.
After the TV series was broadcast, I began to review my lessons again.
I came to my desk and sat in my seat in the room with the light on.
I looked up at the window, the rain died down, and the dark clouds were still gathering in the sky.
The night is quiet.
Although the rain is already small, it doesn't mean to stop.
On this day, neither the stars nor the moon appeared, only the black night sky and the rainy night scene.
The rain was illuminated by neon lights, and one car after another drove slowly in the rain.
The car was driving on the rainy ground, making ripples and splashing.
I quietly watched the raindrops outside drop by drop on my window.
Time passed quietly.
The rain hasn't finished yet, maybe spring is like this.
It's past twenty-one now.
I keep a diary today.
The rain seems to have swallowed up all the bright sunshine today.
I looked up into the distance again, and raindrops began to flood under the illumination of street lamps, and it rained cats and dogs.
In the evening, my parents came back from work.
I fell asleep in the rain at night.
Rain flowers are still blooming in the sky, leaving indelible marks.