One rain is the most beautiful and biggest storm in my memory, leaving an indelible mark on my mind.
It was a Friday, and after a computer class, I found the sky gloomy. It's stuffy and hot, and I can't wait for it to rain.
"Boom!" A flash of lightning like a silver snake flashed across the sky, so conspicuous in the dark sky. In an instant, the rainstorm fell from the sky like the milky way. In an instant, all the creatures were washed completely new and fell like water. Several big banyan trees beside the teacher are swaying in the wind and rain, and the rustling of leaves is intertwined with the sound of rain and thunder, forming a natural and magnificent symphony.
Looking out of the window, the kapok tree has already been blown all over the sky by the strong wind, just like snow. Many students cheered and ran outside the classroom to enjoy the spectacle, but they were all driven back by the teacher. I couldn't help looking out and was immediately fascinated by the beautiful scenery in front of me: kapok spun and jumped in the rain like a professional ballet dancer; Like a flying white butterfly, playing in the rain. I believe that anyone who reads it will be full of praise.
Finally, the class is over, and I can't wait to rush out of the classroom, gulping the fragrance, listening to the wonderful music and enjoying the wonderful scenery. Open the umbrella and step into the rain curtain. At this time, the rain fell on the umbrella like countless sparkling pearls and broke with a bang. My umbrella is purple and I have a special mood. Walking gently among them, watching the white water splashing under my feet-I smiled, isn't this a kind of enjoyment? If I can, I want to run barefoot in the rain to relax myself.
I like rain, like its sound, like its shape, like the endless benefits it brings to mankind.
The sound of rain is accompanied by the sound of class. I got off the elevator and went out-it was raining.
I grabbed my schoolbag and held it over my head, and rushed out like a sharp arrow.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock", the rain is getting faster and faster. Suddenly it rained heavily, and my eyes were wet by the rain along the study bag, but those helpless calves kept swinging, and the wind was mixed with rain. "Shua" another piece of rain fell from the sky, constantly stimulating my whole body. I looked up, and it was all white, and I couldn't see it ten meters away. Suddenly, a middle-aged man came into my sight. He ran as fast as he could and disappeared in the dark for a while.
A white light suddenly shone on me, flashing, and it was getting dark. At this time, I desperately want to catch up with it, surpass it and run in the rain. The rain kept beating on my face, and the white light disappeared, but it flashed again and covered my body again. I can only swing my fragile legs helplessly, but God has eyes and keeps staring at me like an eagle catching a chicken.
"Hoo", I stopped to catch my breath, but I didn't give up. I struggled to catch up in front of it. "Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock ..." The rain poured down again, and the storm roared. A flash of lightning fell from the sky, and the thunder stung my eardrum. I tried to stop my progress, but I stopped again, and it took this opportunity to rush over. "It was dark all around, only the roadside lights flashed faintly from time to time, and the cold came up a little bit. A gust of wind blew and I shivered and ran along the road. But my legs are getting heavier and heavier, and the night seems to have added another black ink.
The cold went straight through my body, and my legs were like lead. Suddenly, another light flashed into my eyes, and that was the gate. The fire in my heart came out and ran out desperately. Go to the car, open the door, and float over warmly.
There is a voice in the world that can be heard all the time. It has different faces in different periods. It is rain that nourishes people's hearts, nourishes everything and nourishes the world.
Get up in the morning and bring a lovely little friend to play with you. Tap on your window. Maybe your child is missing. Mother Yun is very sad. It was dark all day. Rain drops down on flowers and trees, giving them a different look. Because of the decoration of rain, flowers show off beautifully and compete with other flowers for spring. Now, the rain gives off the smell of all the earth, which gives you a refreshing feeling under the mixture of flowers and plants. The soil is wet with footprints printed on it, giving people a sense of sureness and hope for tomorrow.
The stars play hide-and-seek with you at night, and even the moon is with the stars. If you don't look carefully, you don't know that the cloud is looking for the child. The children don't feel tired after playing all day. Knocking on the windows of thousands of families, of course, people are very tired after playing all day, and no one cares about him. Perhaps, after a hard day, what people need is silence and meditation. The rain becomes lighter and more affectionate. He looked at you from the window, tearful. The sound of water drops and rain accompany you to have a wonderful night dream at night. Let you sleep with your thoughts. Rain drops, street lamps stand quietly by the road, guiding the lost people. The moon was tired, covered with a black quilt, turned off the light and went to sleep quietly.
Rain falls on paths, villages, towns and bridges. After falling on the flowers, the flowers began to grow. After a winter's hunger, everything became very greedy, and kept sucking the rain, so that I could grow up quickly and give my beauty to people.
In the summer afternoon, I felt too stuffy at home, so I went out to buy popsicles to eat.
The sun is high and blazing. Flowers and grass hang their heads listlessly. I also rushed to the store to buy popsicles to relieve the heat.
When I came to the lake, I found that all the fish on the lake were breathing out of the water, as if to say, "It's so hot in the water!" " "Dragonflies are also flying low, and they use their tails to order some water from time to time! I sweated after walking for a while, and fanning with my hand didn't help.
However, no one expected that the wind would blow hard in the blink of an eye. The dragonfly flew away and the fish swam back to the bottom. I was blown to my feet by the wind. Trees on the road are blown by the wind, leaves are swept into the air to dance for a while, and then blown to the ground to accompany the sand. Flowers and grass have also been blown to the east and west.
At this time, the clouds in the sky are accumulating more and more, getting thicker and lower, and the sky is slowly becoming gloomy. It's going to rain, so I have to hurry home.
Who knows, as soon as I entered the door, it began to rain cats and dogs outside. Suddenly, the sky lit up, followed by deafening thunder. The heavy rain pattered on the window glass; Trees are also being baptized by heavy rain, making a "rustling" sound; On the ground in front of the door, the rain "swooped" underground and soon formed a stream. This beautiful "rain song" has brought new vitality to nature.
The rain finally stopped. Trees, grass and flowers are hung with crystal clear "baby drops", which have restored the spirit of the past. On the horizon, there is a rainbow, colorful and dazzling. I smell the fresh air after the rain, and I can't help but admire: nature is amazing!
It's raining outside, and raindrops hit the window uncontrollably from all directions. On the eaves, they converge into a small column of water and flow downward to form a small "river". The rain dripped on the ground, creating tiny spray. ...
In the rain, people hold up umbrellas and raincoats, forming an incredible picture from the air. I walked out of the gate of the community and came to the street with an azure umbrella. There are few pedestrians in the street, and I'm still thinking about that unpleasant thing. I walked into the park and sat in the pavilion. I sat with a heavy heart. Recalling the bright red scores on yesterday's examination paper, I feel a little lonely and disappointed. I looked at it quietly, keeping my eyes fixed on one place. Suddenly, a white bird broke the quiet picture, flew into my eyes and caught my attention. It flapped its wings and flew in the rain, and the rain hit it hard, but it completely ignored it and still tried to fly forward and fly farther and farther, especially at dusk. ...
Gradually, the rain became smaller, and the night came unconsciously. The night brought me back from illusion to reality. I held up my umbrella again and walked into the boundless darkness.
On the way home, raindrops fell on the umbrella drop by drop, which seemed to drop in my mind bit by bit, clearing away the unpleasant thing for me. When the evening breeze blew, my heart suddenly became clear, and I felt that all loneliness and melancholy drifted away with the evening breeze and were forgotten on my way home.
Looking at the pedestrians running in the street and the dim neon lights on the street, maybe everyone should have their own ideas! May raindrops dissolve the sadness in your heart and mine!
On Saturday morning, I lay on the balcony at home and looked out. I saw a dark cloud in the sky, like cotton wool soaked in ink. Then, there are more and more dark clouds in the sky. Suddenly, a flash of lightning pierced the whole sky, and then there was earth-shattering thunder, which seemed to shatter the whole universe.
At first, raindrops were scattered in every corner like thin embroidery needles. Then, the rain fell from the sky like a thousand silver lines, and a row of drained water drops fell from the eaves like a beautiful bead curtain. A lotus flower in the pool, clinging to the green lotus leaf, seems to be covered with soft gauze under the washing of white rain, becoming more delicate, elegant, charming and lovely. Look at the cheerful fish in the pool, dancing, chasing the ripples aroused by the rain and splashing the waves like silver beads.
The rain is getting heavier and the raindrops are getting denser. They fell from the sky and hit the glass. The rain kept dripping down, leaving a watermark, like unstoppable tears; The rain splashed on the roof and immediately turned into a muddy yellow water column, and everything became dim. The world is like a big bead curtain, a blur.
After a while, the rain subsided again, and the dust on the ground and the dirty things in the air were also taken away by the heavy rain. The air was filled with the smell of earth. Suddenly, the dark clouds slowly disappeared, and a rainbow crossed the sky, from one end of the sky to the other, absorbing all the soft colors in the universe and solidifying in the sky. That rainbow, hanging in the forest, sprinkled countless bright spots on the open space, and seven colorful rainbows were reflected in the sky. ...
How beautiful the scenery is in rainy days!
I like rainy days only because of my mother's words: "You should be good. It's raining, I miss you for a long time. "
My mother loves words, and she loves rainy days. She said that rainy days always inspired her to write long and bitter words. On those rainy days, my mother always stood on the balcony and looked at the magnificent sky in the distance with an expression that I couldn't understand. There seems to be something in the rainy and foggy sky. I don't know if there are many good things hidden in the sky, which makes my mother in a trance like that. But every time I step on it,
My mother has been busy writing, and my sister doesn't think much of her writing. When her mother concentrates on square paper, she always protests. If the protest is invalid, she will make trouble until her mother looks like she will be reprimanded. But somehow, perhaps as a mother's intuition, she suddenly decided to give up writing, his persistent pen and concentrate on our family business. On weekends, my mother took me and my sister to go shopping and visit amusement parks.
The good times didn't last long. Disaster befalls my thin mother, who has an incurable disease. My family has since moved to the hospital. White ward, white sheets, white bedding, and mother's pale face. I looked at my mother affectionately. Chemotherapy withered her once shiny black hair, and the disease tortured my mother's body and my heart. I regret why I didn't treat my mother better before. My mother died and told us not to be sad.
Aunt said that when grandma left, she told her mother that she would smile at her mother's happiness in the cloud. It began to rain outside the window. I walked out of the balcony and looked at the white clouds in the distance. Sister's immature voice sounded: "Look, brother, mom misses you!" " Confused, I saw my mother smiling at us above the white clouds.
Early this morning, I got up and looked out the window. The sky is foggy, and I feel a chill. I feel that winter is coming slowly. I quickly got dressed and walked to school with my grandmother.
As soon as I went out, my grandmother and I quickly propped up the umbrella, and there was a "scratching" sound of light rain dripping on the umbrella. The potholes on the ground were occupied by small raindrops. They drilled into the concave place one by one. When you step on them, the rain will collapse all over you, as if to say, "Let's see if you dare to' invade' our site!" . I saw the grass covered with shiny and transparent raindrops. They slide around on the grass, just like playing a slide. I'm so happy!
In the early morning, cars are coming and going, and the lights are shining brightly, only to see the downpour falling from the sky. I looked around, as if covered with gray, and I couldn't see anything about trees and houses. Small raindrops seem to care about us, when they fall from the sky to the ground {Www. Puxue Wang. }, very gentle, even if you hit your face, you will feel that small raindrops are tickling you one by one, so comfortable!
Although it has been raining cats and dogs, it has washed away the dust in our campus, and the air in the campus is particularly fresh. The flowers and trees on the roadside were meticulously washed by the rain, leaving no dust. Today's campus is really exceptionally clean and different. Raindrops, like aunt cleaners, clean our school thoroughly.
Autumn rain not only cleaned the road, but also cleaned our campus!
It rained this morning, and when I got up, I found it was already dark. I wonder, are you getting up too early? I turned to look at the alarm clock. It is getting late. It's already half past six. Will it rain today? I went to the window and looked at it. Dark clouds are gathering in the sky, as if to crush us and eat us. It's terrible. I quickly brushed my teeth, washed my face and had breakfast. I'm going to rush to menstruation's home for class.
On the way, it began to rain in the gloomy sky, without waiting for me to get to my aunt's house. It's raining hard. "Wow, wow ..." Even many leaves on the roadside trees were ruthlessly knocked down. Passers-by who forgot to bring an umbrella put their heads in their hands and hid in Tibet. There are also a few cocks that have already become real "soaked chickens", but they are still leisurely pecking at the food on the ground in the rain. I really admire them. I didn't want to be another "drowned rat", so I hurried to my aunt's house.
No sooner had I stepped into the house than a flash of lightning ripped through the sky and thunder bombarded me like a cannon. This is really terrible. It rained harder and harder, as if the gods had received a signal and poured the water of the Milky Way into the world. The heavy rain lashed the glass windows mercilessly like a whip, as if it had any enmity with them. Countless drops of water, large and small, gathered on the outward glass window, crystal clear, and some still meandered down. ...
Gradually, the rain became smaller. Small raindrops on the ground, making a "tick" sound, like a light tune, urging people to pause.
In this way, the rain-rain passed and the world became more colorful.
Rain excellent composition 10 Listen! The sound of "tick-tock" is like a hundred birds singing a crisp song, watching the spring rain fall outside the window and giving everything a warm hug.
Spring rain is quiet. It falls into the lake like a silver hair, adding a sweet dimple to the calm lake.
Chunyu is an ingenious tailor. She puts on the emerald veil for the strong trees, puts on new clothes for the vibrant grass, and fills the whole earth with the breath of spring.
Chunyu is a skilled painter. He colored the garden, added green to the fields, made the river clearer and the sky bluer. It paints itself yellow under the street lamp and white in the car lamp.
Smell it. The rain smells of flowers, fresh earthy smell and faint vanilla smell. Flowers enjoy sweet showers, streams and raindrops play ... Everything in the world is sucking the delicious "milk" in the sky.
The wind is blowing gently, stroking the small animals that just woke up from hibernation. The wind becomes cool and soft, and together with the rain, it adds color to this season of recovery.
It's still raining, and the children are wearing raincoats and running out in ecstasy to step on the puddle. Rain fell on his face, and they stepped on it happily until it was completely dark. They went home reluctantly.
The power of spring rain is touching and pleasant. It brings rain and vitality to everything, happiness to animals after hibernation and happiness to children. Chunyu is a tailor and a painter. It seems to have a magical power to make the earth green. ...
The rain 1 1 suddenly came-followed by a breeze, followed by an erratic rain fog, and the rain came quietly.
"Tick tock" and "Tick tock" ...
First, a few drops of light rain fell on my balcony and on those pots of flowers and plants. They are like crystal pearls, in sharp contrast to the snow-white' Bai Hanyu'. If you can't see it in the sky, it will immediately become a round bead when you fall on the balcony.
Sand, sand, sand ...
The rain changed from small to heavy, and the sound changed from fine to thick. Look, pearls have turned into beans. Rain hits people's umbrellas, eaves at home, big stones in parks and amusement facilities in amusement parks without mercy. ...
It seems to have strong elasticity. It bounces against various objects, just like a wisp of kitchen smoke, which rises from the ground and bounces into the air, scattering a white fountain flower. ...
The rain is still beating on the wind chime I hung outside, and the wind chime makes a "sand-la-la" laugh, as if pouring out the joy of the shower.
I put on my raincoat and boots again, opened my umbrella and went straight downstairs-walking in the rain. The air is so fresh! The dust on the leaves was washed away by the rain, leaving fresh green. The broken paint on the eaves has been washed away long ago. And my little wind chime is still taking a shower. Remember, the rain hasn't stopped!
After a stroll, the rain has stopped quietly, and there is no sound of rain, only the sound of water droplets falling on the eaves and the sound of breeze, and of course the sound of my wind chimes-
Sand, sand, sand ...
It seems to be the aftertaste of a rain.
I like rainy days, because rain always gives me a magical feeling, which makes my reverie not only stay on the surface, but also really have a little beauty.
That day, I finished my day's study and went home from school. Just as I sat down to prepare my homework, I heard thunder outside the window. Ah, this is a harbinger of rain! I immediately rushed to the balcony to watch. I saw dark clouds like splashing ink, sweeping here, and there was a tendency of "coming events cast their shadows before them"! I looked at the distant mountains, gradually covered by dark clouds into an ink painting, and a sense of joy like discovering the new continent came to me.
"Dark clouds turn over ink and don't cover mountains, and white rain jumps over boats." With the howling wind and rumbling thunder, it soon began to rain. Raindrops the size of beans, falling from the sky, are getting denser and denser, just like the goddess scattering flowers on the earth, playing a "rain song" uniformly. From a distance, the mountains in the distance seem to be covered with a layer of white gauze woven by raindrops, which looks foggy and beautiful. The present scene is best described as "seeing rain in the fog, seeing fog in the rain".
Laozi said, "The wind doesn't last all day, and the rain doesn't stop in the morning." Sure enough, it didn't take long for the rain to recede. The fragrance of rain has been in the air for a long time, and it also makes me think a lot. Rain, it is not only the best weapon to wash everything in the world, but also an important landscape for the ancients to cherish their thoughts. From "apricot flowers and rain wet the skirt, blowing the face and the wind is not cold" to "flying freely as light as a dream, endless rain as thin as sorrow"; From "rising east and setting west, the road is sunny but sunny" to "Four hundred and eighty halls in the Southern Dynasties, how many towers have misty rain" ... Ancient poets always incorporated rain into their poems to express their joy, sadness or sigh.
I like rain, because it can bring me a lot of ideas and have a lot of fun that I can't feel on a sunny day. On rainy days, my heart seems to be baptized by raindrops, and at the same time I can feel the first beauty in this world.
It is raining heavily today. I sat by the window, listening to the rain. Listen, my legs unconsciously walked to the door. Rain hits my head and plays cheerful music with me. Suddenly, the picture of my childhood flashed before my eyes.
It was raining heavily that day, and the door was jingling. I was worried about boredom. I opened the door and it turned out to be my partner's side. He was soaked to the skin. He looked at me and said nothing. He grabbed me and pulled me out. He was very naughty, so my mother didn't let me play with him. He dragged me to a mountain far from home before stopping. He smiled and said, "I can't find my aunt now." The two of us will play fearlessly in the rain, and I will forget all the consequences at home. At that time, the rain hit me as big as a big one, but compared with now, I feel a little more happy and free and easy. Running and running, I began to hum a song. Although he is a boy, his voice is as clear and sweet as a girl. I like listening to him sing, and he is more and more intoxicated. I listened quietly. His cheerful singing mixed with the sound of rain made me even more infatuated. In this way, I couldn't help falling in love with getting wet. The rain stopped and a beautiful rainbow appeared on the horizon. She took my hand and said, "A-mei, mom said her wish would come true." He closed his eyes when he finished speaking.
Then we went home separately. When I opened the door, my mother was already sitting in front of me, looking at me angrily, followed by endless nagging. I looked at the window with tears in my eyes. Ah, Bian hasn't come home yet. He makes faces at the window from time to time, and I can't help but laugh with a snort. He waved to me and I winked at him playfully. Look at the back of his departure until it disappears. Unexpectedly, I don't know when I will see you again.
The rain stopped and a colorful bridge appeared on the horizon. Just like then, I closed my eyes as gently as then. I don't know how many times this scene has been repeated, but there is no partner in the scene that has been repeated many times.
Excellent composition of rain 14 listening to the sound of "rushing" heavy rain, the rain is sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, just like a melodious symphony. It rained for a long time, for a long time. ...
The drizzle broke free from the fetters of the sky and poured down, such as cow hair and flower needles, which were blown obliquely to the earth by the wind. What a heavy rain! I wandered around the school gate, desperate and helpless. How can I rain like soybeans without an umbrella? I have to wait anxiously, wait ...
"Han Yi", I suddenly looked up, and my hopeful eyes shot into the distance, a short figure in the storm-Grandpa!
Only then did I vaguely realize that grandpa's face was full of potholes, and years had carved wrinkles on his face. The wind blew up the corners of his trousers, and the rain kept hitting grandpa's thin raincoat. Raindrops flowed from his vicissitudes of white hair, slowly passed through his hair tips, with grandpa's muddy eyes, nose tip and mouth, all the way to his chin, and fell silently on his umbrella. Bright yellow and green, how familiar, this is my umbrella.
When grandpa saw me, there was a flash of regret and nervousness on his face. In spite of the rain on the ground, he wet his already soaked trousers. He went straight to the school gate and asked me carefully, "Han Yi, are you wet?" I shook my head, and my heart was shocked when I grabbed grandpa's hand. How cold, how cold. ...
On the way home, the intermittent sound of rain, accompanied by the deep affection of grandpa and grandson, walked slowly on the winding path, leaving a string of footprints, one deep and one shallow, which originated from a burst of care and warm care. ...
The wind is rustling, the rain is falling, the wind has rolled up some residual flowers, and the rain has knocked out some leaves. I don't know how long it will take, but it's still raining, just like the love between my grandfather and me. This is the most beautiful thing in the world.
Yuyou composition 15 In the evening, the wind roared. Although it is March, the chill of winter has not completely faded. It's a little dark, as if you can reach out and touch layers of clouds. It's getting yellower and darker. It may rain.
The residential building outside the window is covered with a layer of golden light, and the shadows are swaying. After a while, it rained!
At first, the rain was moderate, and the sound of raindrops kissing the earth was very rhythmic and particularly pleasant. As time went on, music reached its climax. When you are immersed in it, you seem to hear the sound of the tide rushing. I often think: Is rain a messenger? What is the sea saying? Listen carefully, the rain seems to be mixed with the smell of seawater and the sound of shells, and it seems to have a slight earthy smell.
It has been raining for a while. At this time, it is not the sound that fascinates people, but the scenery. Everything outside the window seems to be covered with a thin layer of white gauze, and it seems to have been soaked in milk. Smoke, fog, dust, light, white ... soft but hazy rain ... At this time, I no longer think rain is a messenger, because rain is more like a painter!
The rain finally stopped. At this time, go downstairs and have a look. Walking in the rain is also excellent. Walking on the path in front of my house, smelling the fresh breath of flowers and trees, looking at this endless path … It seems that my heart is also becoming calm and washed away by rain.
The rain finally stopped and the faint fog gradually dispersed. The world seems to have been thoroughly washed, clean and fresh. The smell of grass, flowers and earth is everywhere. ...