The sigh of the sea

Tears in the sky

The smile of the field

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I don't know when I started to like rainy days.

It's sunny when it rains! When it rains, the sky is gray, like ink painting, deep and shallow, attracting countless reverie. Rain, hours are like silver needles or silver threads scattered between heaven and earth. The close-up scene is like a sarong, like a fairy's skirt, and the distant view is like a canopy separated from it, looming, like a beating spirit full of spirituality. The rain beat on the window, making a fragile music sound, just like a skilled pianist playing a string of wonderful notes on the black and white keys, which makes people enjoy it.

It's sunny when it rains! It has always been believed that rainy days mean that the sky is crying and venting the depression in the heart. At this time, I will play Beethoven's Destiny, feel the ups and downs of the melody, and then stare blankly at the sky. I think, vent, just vent. Whenever this is the tune of fate. I have a firm belief in my heart-I, I must hold the fate by the throat.

It's sunny when it rains! When it rains, that poem about rain will come to mind. "The rain in the sky is as slippery as crisp, and the grass is close at a distance. In fact, there is nothing." I think spring rain is as expensive as oil, and spring breeze moistens everything. "It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond." I think I heard the beautiful rain chorus of frogs in early summer. "The tall buildings look forward to dusk, and there is rustling rain on the leaves." I saw that in the late autumn dusk, the leaves of airplanes like Huang Die were slightly covered by autumn rain. A beautiful picture of Qiu Jingtu spreads out between heaven and earth.

It's sunny when it rains! When it rains, I will look forward to it. What will it look like when the rain stops? Can you guess, guess whether there will be colorful rainbows? Will be eager, eager whether the leaves will be washed shiny. ...

Very good! On rainy days ...

I have several articles about rain. Please have a look:

Article 1: Rain in June

After months of rain, it finally rained, still so crisp, so amazing and so exciting.

Lying in bed, listening to the long-lost explosion, rain and thunder rumbling. I feel a little sad. Who is crying? Won't those newly blooming flowers wither? Has the path leading to the flower bed turned into mud? How should I go to my little flower bed to enjoy the flowers in the next few days? I can't brew a cup of hot tea on my small stone bench and savor the world of flowers.

The rain in June was so casual that the whole city looked forward to it for almost half a year and finally came. It is impolite to come in such a hurry.

There is a gust of wind blowing outside the window, which is the summer wind, the wind after the rain, and the wind with the fragrance of earth. After several turns around the bed, I slipped away quietly, leaving only good memories in my mind.

Isn't it the same in life? Some people came in a hurry and smiled and waved goodbye when they left, saying, "I'll contact you later. I love you." A word, but when I turn around, everything is gone, and there is no residual temperature. Maybe there are only a few smiling faces in the photo album. Even myself, walking alone in the street, thinking about the past, only to find that I don't remember what the other person looks like.

The rain has gradually stopped, and the wind is still blowing, blowing to the pillow and blowing to me in my sleep. The wind whispers in my ear, enjoying the coolness brought by one wind after another. Only in this way can the continuous wind bring down the indoor temperature. Enjoy its caress, so light and soft. Just like people around us, they walk in and out from time to time, and some just say a word, just like passing clouds; Some have made friends for life; Some are like a beautiful butterfly, adding a touch of gorgeous color to our lives; Some are only important for a while, then they disappear, and they can't be found if they want to find them. But these friends make us happy.

The rain in June, sometimes so fierce and sometimes so gentle, gave me a different feeling. I love you, changeable rain. The breeze caresses and the rain drops in June. . Chapter 2: One night's rain is the milk of all things, the spirit from the distant lake. When clouds drift over mountains, streams and deep valleys; Finally came to this city at night.

Coming out of the house, I closed the old wooden door and stood in the yard for a long time. Just like that, let the drizzle wash away the fatigue and sorrow for many days. I weave the earth like this, and in this way, he touches the yellow Ye Er with gentle hands.

I seem to suddenly hear the sound of plants uprooting in the soil. It was the sound of sleeping for a winter, and it was the sound of rebirth.

There are several crystal rain beads rolling, jumping, cheering and dancing on the grass beside the road. They come from far away. Qianshan came all the way here. Only they can understand the excitement at this time, and only they can really understand the sound of nature.

When I passed a pond, I couldn't help looking at the tree. No one knows how many years he has been here. I remember him being there when I was a child. I went to Qiu Lai in the spring, and he looks very old in this period. At this time, I looked at the bare branches of the Tang Dynasty. I seem to hear the sound of a heartbeat. It is the heartbeat of life, perhaps it is the greeting of drizzle.

I can't see other things in the distance, only things near me. But the heart grows under the nourishment of drizzle. There's nothing. The stars have been hidden in the clouds. I just feel cool from my face to my heart, so comfortable and fresh. ...

The teacher asked us to observe a rainstorm and write a composition. When it rains, "it's sunny today, and flowers are everywhere." Early in the morning, I went for a walk in Yuzhu Park humming a tune. Wow, the scenery in the park is really beautiful! A piece of green grass, like an endless sea, dotted with colorful flowers; There are several white clouds floating in the blue sky. Grandpa Sun smiled and looked at the lively scene on the earth, and with all kinds of beautiful birds, it really looked like a beautiful landscape painting. People come and go, some run on the runway, some do various physical exercises in the fitness area, some children chase each other on the grass, and some are catching butterflies. People are talking and laughing, ready to welcome a new day. The weather really looks like a child's face It hasn't been long, but it's changed. It was a clear sky just now, but now it has become like the color of tea. Miss Yun's white cheeks have been blackened, and Grandfather Sun, a coward, doesn't know where to go. I quickly hid under the pavilion. As soon as I walked in, I heard a loud noise, followed by pouring rain. Oh, my God, this rain is like a flood. When will it stop? It's my own fault. I didn't watch the weather forecast last night and didn't know it was going to rain today. I wish I had brought an umbrella. But there is no regret medicine in the world, so we can only wait slowly. However, many people have brought umbrellas. In the rain, handfuls of flower umbrellas are like blooming flowers. Under the umbrella, people are eager to go home. As for me, I can only watch eagerly, but I can't help it. Yeah! As I hoped, the heavy rain stopped soon. The sky returned to its original state, and Miss Yun turned white again. Grandpa Sun came out slowly with a red face when he saw that the rain had cleared up. In addition, there is a beautiful fairy in the sky: rainbow. He posed beautifully in the air to show people its beautiful posture. Listen, people praise it for its beauty! Although it has rained, the scenery is still beautiful, and the air is filled with the fragrance of earth, which makes people smell fresh and comfortable; After being washed away by rain, flowers and plants become more colorful. The earth is full of vibrant scenes.

4. Write a composition about 500 words about rain, which seems like thousands of magical fingers, like thousands of strings, and pops up ever-changing sounds.

The spring rain is soft, the summer rain is rough, the autumn rain is desolate and the winter rain is cold; Due to the change of seasons, my mood is different. However, the color of rain is as beautiful as the sound of rain.

There are many excellent works describing rain in picture music and poetry. Lines, colors and musical melodies are ethereal and transparent.

The thin rain flower, like a floating fog, is white, kissing people's faces lightly and feeling itchy slightly; And clothes that are slightly wet. Umbrellas are like sails, floating and sinking in the rain; Like big wings, the southeast and northwest are boundless, and they wander around because of the wind.

Silent rain, silence is better than sound; Funny rain really makes people happy. You can wander outdoors without a raincoat. Rain is like honey and wine, nourishing your soul.

This wonderful rain, this strange rain, is wonderful.

I remember the apricot blossom spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Raindrops hit the awning and pear blossoms were fragrant in the rain. I remember the summer rain in the West Lake, full of vitality. I remember the autumn rain in Tianmu Mountain, the fog was locked, and the pines and cypresses that supported the sky were washed away by the rain. I remember the winter rain in Fuchun River, like crying, and the smoke from huts on both sides of the river was gloomy, like a painting.

On a rainy and breezy night, it is suitable for reading poetry and prose. A stormy night is suitable for reading horror novels. Otherwise, invite a few confidants, make a few cups of strong tea, buy a bag of peanuts, light a candle, and have another taste. Wind and rain are more suitable for pregnant women, who often suffer from insomnia; A sound of wind and rain seems to leave people and whisper.

That summer, my friends and I sat in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion. At that time, the water chestnut was ripe. On Lianchi Lake, the villagers were busy picking with their boats. The white clouds in the sky and the egrets on the water set each other off. The shower came suddenly, and Malik rushed; Banping Mountain suddenly disappeared, and only the dense rain hung a bead curtain on the lotus pond. In the shower, the boat picking ling is still rocking leisurely. The people in the car are even * * *.

There is not much rainfall in the south of Taiwan Province Province, especially in Kaohsiung, where there is dust everywhere. The branches and leaves are covered with dust, and after a shower, it is green and brand-new. After the rain, Shoushan looked down at silent love. Silver scale water waves are also dyed green by green hills.

On the banks of the river, on the rows of cement columns, the porcelain covers of street lamps are embedded between mountains and rivers like white jade balls, which is vaguely the scenery of the West Lake.

"The head of the Spring Rain Building is eight feet high. When will you go back to Zhejiang Chao? "

It's raining, and the teacher asked us to write a lyric composition about the scenery. If you can't write it, just give me such a rainy scene.

The morning sky is gloomy, and the air seems to be solidified, which is very stuffy!

After a while, a few small raindrops fell heavily on the glass, and it rained-fluttering silk fell from the sky, like ten thousand silver lines, and a row of raindrops fell from the eaves, like a bead curtain. It rained harder and harder, and suddenly it became a thread, and our surroundings became a sea of silk and a world of threads. Rain falls on the leaves of various flowers and plants, and condenses into crystal drops, which adds a bit of charm to flowers and plants. Many colorful "little mushrooms" have suddenly grown on the earth. They are people's umbrellas! Rain falls on people's colorful umbrellas, and the beads of rain crawl slowly, leaving winding footprints on the umbrellas, flowing down the steel wire and dripping into the potholes along the road. Bang, splash, ripples spread in circles. Rain fell on the leaves again, and round pearls appeared, lying quietly on the leaves. The wind came, it changed the direction of the rain, tilted, and the rain beads swayed and fell with the wind, but she seemed reluctant to hang on the tip of the leaf and refused to fall.

The rain beat on the roof and the glass, playing an exciting movement. Like a silver hair and a zither line shaking, I looked up into the distance, hazy, distant mountains and tall buildings ... covered by dense rain curtains, all around were quiet, only heard intermittent rain.

Rain brings infinite vitality to the earth. It nourishes the earth and everything in the world in a unique way ... how amazing nature is!

6. The teacher asked us to write a composition of about 600 words on the topic of "My Rainy Day". How to write this article for your reference? If you can't do it, then tell me.

It's rainy season again.

When it rains, it is suitable to think about something that has been stuffy in your heart for a long time.

I don't know whether I don't like change too much or I can't accept myself like them. Sometimes I wonder if I am a happy person now if I don't have the luck that Sister Li Jun said, if I fail in the college entrance examination and start working. But there are not so many ifs in reality, and I am not so unlucky. Before I face it, I am encouraging myself to say that I will live every day with a smile no matter what. But when I confronted it head-on, I realized that I was so weak that it disdained to discover my existence. So my anxiety, dissatisfaction, inferiority, hesitation and confusion suddenly vanished. I can't solve them. You can only be an ostrich with its head buried in the ground and tell yourself again and again that you can still live a simple and happy life. Say it for a long time when it is true!

I really wanted to cry at that time. The sense of loss flooded into my eyes and my vision began to blur. Feeling so helpless is really a failure. That day, I stayed alone in the dormitory. Eating half-baked instant noodles and staring at the table bored. Suddenly, really suddenly, the sense of loss appeared. At that time, I felt that there was nothing worse than my current state! These days, there are many such times. But every time I won't let tears flow. I want to be strong enough for others to rely on. I think this is my weakness. It's too insecure, so I'd rather be bitter and tired and become a person I can rely on, not someone else!

At the beginning, I sent short messages to almost every good friend, complaining about the inferiority complex that was gradually flooding in my heart. But when they came back with concerned information, I casually said, it's okay, I have such a strong adaptability, so it's definitely no problem! And then began to make fun of them mercilessly. Actually, it's not really okay! But there are some things that no one can help, even your closest and favorite people. Tell them everything about me just to make them worry about me. It has always been my wish to make them happy!

I feel the sadness of failure and the grievance of rejection. I began to think about what kind of environment the university is. People say it is the epitome of society. Sometimes I think that evaluation is right, but sometimes I don't think so. There are more and more doubts in my heart. I hope I finally have the answer!

Since I am so easy to believe lies, I will continue to believe! If I can be happy in lies, I would rather continue to deceive myself and the people around me.

There will be a rainbow after the storm. I don't expect to see the rainbow, as long as there is sunshine, I will be satisfied.

The long rainy season is coming to an end. When will my rainy day end?

It should be soon.

7. From far to near, write 300 words of rain. Gradually, slowly, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. "Knock-knock-"splash splashing countless splash, like a waterfall falling from the sky, suddenly rushed to the earth. No, it should be an attack on the earth. After a long time, the rain stopped and we arrived at our destination-Hengdian. When we stepped into the gate, we saw blue bricks and black tiles. The flowers, trees and trees nearby are also a misty fairyland. The pavilion seems to have played hide-and-seek with us. Not far away, there was a cock crow. It turned out to be a cockfight. The two chickens were furious and arrogant, and kept flapping their wings to outdo each other. The winner was finally determined, but the other side still refused to admit defeat and insisted on returning to the stage. Here we are again in the film and television area, sitting. Several people flew out of the air. They turn over, jump up and down, and they are dexterous and varied. It is pleasing to the eye and feast one's eyes. Soon, two more stalks appeared. They were eager to try, danced rhythmically and climbed to the top of the pole. The most striking thing is "wonderful dance". Two people are walking in the air and dancing. It seems that there is an immersive feeling. There is a saying: "Once you step into a painting, it's like dreaming back to a thousand years ago." Yes, this trip is like visiting China for five thousand years.

8. Before, during and after the rain. This morning, I got up and looked outside. I saw dark clouds outside. From time to time, the strong wind blows lightning and thunder in the sky. Soon, ah! It's raining, and the sky looks like an incomparably wide bead curtain. Summer rain is not as light and passionate as spring rain. Come quickly, of course, go quickly. Hey! Raindrops hit the roof, playing a beautiful melody and splashing beautiful water; Hit the grass and let the grass absorb the moisture of the rain; Play flowers and wash the dirty mud on them. Water drops kept dripping on the eaves. At first, it fell off like a broken bead, then it became a white ribbon and fell off at once. What a change! It rains heavily today. Usually, water accumulates in a low place to form a small pool. The rain is getting smaller and smaller, and the children are jumping low in the pool! Jump! What an interesting time! Of course, I am no exception. My friends and I came to the pool and dialed water for each other. We are all very happy! This rain is really extreme, because it is because of this rain that we have alleviated the drought in this place, because there has been no rain here some time ago, many plants are dying of thirst, and the people are miserable. The rain stopped, the sky was clear and a rainbow appeared in the blue sky. The air is fresh, and there are a few drops of rain on the lotus leaf. What a static beauty.

9. Write a 500-word composition about rain, entitled "Heart Rain".

It began to rain outside the window, and it rained quietly at night.

Outside the window, will my little daisy be afraid? I didn't realize it had sprouted quietly until last night. Can it stand the autumn cold?

Fine wind and rain.

Teacher, when can you really pay attention to me? Although I am sitting in a small corner, I also hope to get your attention. I'm not smart. I hate studying. I can't finish my homework with good quality and quantity, but I don't hate you ... Can you bend down and listen to my heart? Can you smile at me, hold my hand and tell me "Don't be afraid"? I can't write a fancy composition, I can't do advanced math problems, and I can't please you. But, teacher, I need you. ...

Rain is still falling quietly, rainbow, dazzling halo on the horizon, when can you appear?

The wind stopped and the rain stopped. I opened the window and smiled. My little daisy has blossomed. The wind and rain last night didn't scare it.

Rainbow. I didn't see a rainbow in the rainy sky, but a bright rainbow hung clearly in my heart.

Oh! Teacher. What is frozen is water. I was wrong. It is spring when it is frozen. In the Chinese world, melting is the spring when a hundred flowers blossom. You touched my head and whispered: during the exam, it was water that melted, and "it was spring that melted" was our little secret.

Yes, it's a rainbow. When it melts, it's spring.

10. 400-word composition describing rain in primary schools 1 If ancient poetry is the tree, rain is the Gan Yuan of the tree.

We appreciate poetry and the rain is worth pondering. Those showers brewed by rain are audible and visible.

There is rain in sorrow, rain in joy, rain in harvest, rain in loss, rain in warmth, rain in cold, rain in love, rain in hatred, rain in love, rain in sorrow, and rain ... All the year round, white and sun, drop by drop, become magical notes to awaken the vitality of nature, give gifts to all things, and make the world lively. There is a smart drizzle in early spring: "The rain in the sky is crisp, and the grass color is far from close", so the drizzle with light dust but not wet clothes gives birth to the grass color, which is as smooth as a picture.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring comes", good rain is good rain! When everything needs her, she will float in the air, "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." It is a joyful spring rain character to choose a night that does not hinder people's work. After dusk, the vegetation grows longer and longer, all the way through the green hills, the clouds suddenly rise and the dragonfly tail is low. Summer rain brought an eye-catching "lotus cup turned over by the wind, and the rain-washed durian was redder". Looking from a distance, the village girl takes lotus as an umbrella, the shepherd boy walks around drunk, watching Changhong with a smile on his back, or an ink painting of farmers playing in the rain, which makes people linger; "Autumn rain shakes the dust, it is cool and clear in the summer, and it begins to clear up", and the autumn rain is getting cold and sighing, and the flowers are thin and yellow; Winter rain does not leave a name. "How many years of life, how to keep a winter, how to stop the charming and break the east wind, and how many azaleas are adorned in the rain" ... Rain becomes poetry to have spirituality. It's raining all the time. I like to meditate, listen to the rain and like a song.

Rain knows people's wishes, and rain dispels customs: "Teenagers listen to rain songs upstairs, and red candles are faint." In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.

Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples. Emotions and sorrows are always ruthless, and it will be dawn before the next step. "This intermittent rain tells how many feelings of life;" Last night, the rain dispersed and the wind blew suddenly, so you don't need residual wine for a deep sleep.

Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin, and the rain at night can also see the instantaneous throbbing of the heart; "Spring water is brighter than the sky, and the painting boat listens to the rain." Can this rain make you ignore the endless disputes in the world? When the rain falls into poetry, there will be feelings.

"Fish comes out in the drizzle, and the swallow leans in the breeze". At that time, the drizzle was pleasant and gentle; "The cold rain enters the river at night, and it is clearly Fujian, lonely." At this moment, the sadness of the cold rain is low; "If you want to get wet with clothes, you will have another village." The rain is leisurely. Have you experienced the rain described in various poems? With a few shocks and tiredness, summer went away with a bang, but I didn't expect autumn to fall from raindrops-although raindrops are lingering and gentle. I thought the breeze would give me autumn, so I could walk in the wind and kiss autumn, but a rain put out the flame of hope in my heart.

The rainy season in autumn is depressing and lonely, just like my rainy season, which comes unexpectedly. Life in grade three is no longer poetic, and the sky in grade three is only low and small.

The illusion of flower season was completely annihilated by the third grade. So I fell in love with the maturity of autumn and the amorous feelings of rain.

At night, the rain fell on the window again. The dark room and humid air suffocated me.

There is no room for rain in the sky, so let it fall to the ground and be an angel on earth. However, it puzzled me ... I opened the curtains to see the ethereal scenery, but the rain blocked my view and I couldn't see the distance. Tears poured out at this moment.

Just like the rain outside the window, I don't know when it will end. With the curtain coming, its black talons covered the earth.

It is still raining outside the window. This is a discordant song. The sky is like black silk, and the haze is terrible. I seem to be the only one in the vast world, and fear, loneliness and confusion spread in the air.

Rain, are you crying for me? If it is, it will be a black elegy ... open the childhood diary and slowly touch the mark on the paper with your hand. The past, which was full of childlike interest, made me sad at this time. Those lost memories, like rain and water, like smoke and dreams, are gone forever. I don't know when the lost seeds have been buried deep in my heart. After the rain, I was disappointed and lost, confused and crazy.

..... When I woke up, the rain had stopped. At the sunrise in autumn, I looked at the horizon with a smile, and the sparrows outside the window were cheering for the freshness after the rain. Everything is wonderful.

Including my mood. I suddenly realized that it was the rain that gave birth to the rainbow and the rain that gave birth to new life.

The rainy season in autumn, my rainy season, is just a prelude, or an episode. Thanks for the rain, you gave me a spiritual baptism.

In the future, I will not hesitate or wander ... 3. Soft rain. Autumn in Jiangnan feels the same as summer-green trees and red flowers. There is not much rain in autumn, even if there is, it is only timely rain, and it doesn't rain for a long time.

I guess I like the rain too much. I always want to see the autumn rain. This day, I finally waited.

The clouds in the sky were impatient and gathered together to cover the whole day. The sky began to darken, gloomy, and people's emotions suddenly fell to the bottom.

Then, bundles of rain fell from the sky, on the pond, on the ancient road and on the roof. The rain jumped naughtily on people's heads, so people on the road had to block the sudden rain with books or other objects.

They must be thinking: what a heavy rain! No matter how hard it rains, they are still wanton and dissolute. The rain falls on a special house in the south of the Yangtze River-the roof of this house is triangular, which allows the rain to flow down smoothly.

Sure enough, the raindrops "snapped" and slipped down, crisp and loud. There is a view under the eaves.

The rain meekly flowed down and formed a rain curtain. Like water curtain cave in Huaguoshan, it is not so turbulent and the rain curtain is gentle; Rain washed the leaves down, like a picture full of stars, but not limited to one grid, the rain curtain is changeable; The intermittent sound makes the rain in the coming year like a musical fountain, but there is no loud sound, only melodious sound ... It's still raining, so I went upstairs and got a fright. The whole city is filled with smoke, such as in the Peach Blossom Garden! There is smoke in the alley, hazy; There is smoke on the roof, which is ethereal and lingering.