In ordinary daily life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. The composition must focus on the theme and elaborate on the same theme. No rambling, lax theme or even no theme. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is my carefully arranged lyric composition, hoping to help everyone.
Rain lyric composition 1 day, gray, no old life. Rain, like thousands of silver lines, dotted the sky; Rain, like thousands of strings, plays a soft melody; Rain, like thousands of wisps of smoke, makes everything in front of us illusory and mysterious. ...
Rain is always changing. Spring, mixed with a touch of pear fragrance; In summer, it will rain continuously; In autumn, it soothes the hearts of homesick people; In winter, it travels hand in hand with snow in the white world.
At the beginning of July, people are immersed in the charm of rain. Summer rain, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, is not as unrestrained, warm and generous as summer rain. It is sometimes gentle like water, and sometimes naughty and unpredictable.
Like a mother, it will touch your cheek with cool hands accompanied by a warm summer breeze, like a graceful girl, smelling the fragrance of delicate flowers, and like a newborn baby, leaving Grandpa Land with two deep dimples.
Rain drops on the surface of the pool, "tick-tock, tick-tock", splashing a splash, like mother's loving nagging, like Beethoven playing music, like friends pouring out their hearts, like gems flying in the air, like raindrops flying on the surface of the pool.
The rain gradually stopped, the beads of rain left on the petals rolled gently, the dew left on the leaves strung into necklaces, the pedestrians in the street put away their umbrellas and folded raincoats, and the air was filled with soil and flowers. It dispels the heat of summer, brings cool air and brings a happy mood.
I looked into the distance, and the scenery in the distance was washed away so clearly by the rain. I silently look forward to the rain and our next meeting. ...
The day before the spring rain came to this orchard, the farmer's uncle planted saplings in the orchard, and the sweat wetted the land under his feet. Now looking at the continuous spring rain, the farmer's uncle can't help but sigh: "Good rain, the saplings will certainly absorb enough nutrients in this good rain, and you will see the wonderful scene of bumper harvest in a few years." Originally, the taste of rain is as bitter as sweat, but over time, you will find that there is a sweetness of harvest in this bitterness.
Dad looked at the poplar trees in the breeze and drizzle and said to me, "The poplar trees have grown up, so have you." It turns out that the smell of rain, with the joy of growth, is sweet and honey.
I still remember that time after school, it rained heavily, but I didn't bring my umbrella. Anxious, through the dense rain curtain, I vaguely saw a familiar figure-mother! I saw her looking around, and as soon as she saw me, she came over. The rain splashed foam after foam on the ground. My mother and I are holding an umbrella, but it leans on my side. After a heavy rain, my mother's clothes were all wet, but mine were as good as new. Looking at the wet clothes, my heart aches. It turns out that the taste of rain is sour, but it contains a strong maternal love.
At this time, the postman uncle sent the newspaper, and I suddenly remembered my uncle's insistence on work-it was a rainy day. In order not to let the newspaper get wet, my uncle wrapped the mail bag with his raincoat, but he also sent the newspaper to every household intact regardless of the wind and rain. I will never forget-that drop of rain also has some sweetness, which I feel from the bottom of my heart because of my persistence in my work, and this sweetness can be "contagious".
The smell of rain gives me confidence in life and courage to face the long road of life.
There are many things in life that often move us, such as a little girl dressing a wound for an injured bird, a classmate watering flowers and trees ... and what moves me most is what happened in the rain.
I still remember early in the morning, the sky was glowing with pink glow, and the rising sun gradually rose from the east, dazzling. I am skipping rope on the playground. Suddenly, "Boom!" Lightning and thunder, just the sunny sky suddenly changed face, dark clouds gathered from all directions, accompanied by the whistling north wind, bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky. After a while, the short sleeves I was wearing were all wet. I was so cold that I curled up like a ball and had several chills in a row. When I was shivering with cold, a fluffy coat landed gently on my cold shoulder. In a flash, a warm current seemed to be injected into my body. I turned my head and saw that it was Xiaohong. She smiled and said to me with concern, "You got caught in the rain. Be careful of catching cold. Easy to catch a cold! " "After listening to her words, my heart is warm." Thank you ... "I said shyly. Actually, I'm too moved to speak. At this time, "tripterygium wilfordii, tripterygium wilfordii and tripterygium wilfordii" intensified, and the trees were blown to the east and west. But I am not cold at all, because I am tightly wrapped in a coat full of friendship and warmth. ...
Since then, whenever I see Xiaohong and think of the scene at that time, my heart is still slightly hot. I know, that's a sign of friendship.
Rain lyric composition 4 smell, the smell of rain.
Listen, the rain is singing.
Look, the rain shows its exquisite and colorful charm.
Rain girl, wearing a glittering and translucent white gauze, clings to a basket of sweet springs and scatters on the earth. When the raindrops fell to the ground, everything in the world woke up from a dream. ...
"My Fair Lady" —— The catkin girl wearing a green colored coat dances in the wind, and the sound of rain dripping on the catkin girl's charming hair "ticks .............." seems to be accompanied by melodious background music for this group of "beautiful girls" who are dancing. This leisure, this poetry, makes me suddenly relaxed and happy.
Rain, like angel's tears, falls into the mirror-like lake, causing ripples. The sound of "dadada" ... seems to be a sad ditty in city music, which makes people melt in this sad rhyme and listen to the story of angels. ...
The rain fell from the sky like a naughty child, and soon ran to the balcony of Uncle Zhang's house, twisting the disco. Jump on aunt Li's glass for a while and swing tap dancing; I slipped away and fell asleep quietly in the arms of "Flower Mom".
It sounds like percussion and a wonderful symphony ... "Chip ... Chopping the ball ..."
Rain, finally tired, stopped singing, ended the dance and went home. ...
The world after the rain is still so quiet, and the soil baptized by the rain exudes a faint fragrance. ...
"Brush-"A flash of lightning cut through the rolling dark clouds in the night sky, followed by a muffled thunder, and the rain fell from the canopy to the ground, splashing one after another.
This timely rain in summer is the rain that farmers' uncles have been waiting for for for a long time, the longing for the yellow land to crack, the call of green seedlings, and the full joy of flowers, fruits and grains. People are filled with happy smiles and take light steps.
The wind is blowing and the rain is pouring down, as if telling a wonderful story. After English class in the evening, my deskmate took me home with an umbrella. We sang cheerful songs and said sweet words in the hazy rain. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and there is an incomparably wide bead curtain hanging between heaven and earth. Suddenly, a miniature man appeared in the distance ahead, hunched over, struggling to move forward step by step, holding an umbrella tightly under his arm. It's nearby, and the figure is so familiar. I guess it was familiar footsteps, and suddenly I heard a "plop". I quickly ran over and straightened the old man. I can see clearly in the dim light.
This night's rain is the memory of my life.