A composition describing the aftermath of the rain

The rain fell on the ground all night long, then slowly, suddenly drifting, and finally stopped quietly at dawn. The following is a collection of essays about describing after the rain. I hope it will be useful to you!

After the Rain Composition 1

The rain, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes drifting, fell to the ground all night long, and finally stopped quietly at dawn. I walked straight to the grassy slope behind my former residence. There was a quiet path on the slope with a green bamboo forest beside it. . I sat on a dry and slippery rock, looking at the road that was already covered with moss. I thought that my old friends had long since passed away, and my former playmates had long forgotten their appearance. This familiarity became strange at the same time. It turns out things have changed a long time ago.

I calmed down and interpreted my sorrow naturally and to my heart's content.

In the distance, the big rooster of the village chief's house flew up to the high roof, and "oh oh" was heard from every house. The smoke was clean, clear, white, and fragrant. of. The smoke and the cool morning breeze drifted into the tip of my nose. Ten meters away, a family was waving and smiling at me. I knew it was time for me to go home for dinner.

After the meal, with the soy milk foam remaining in the corner of my mouth and a leisurely mood, I climbed up the hill again. Sitting on the rock, letting the dewdrops from the grass tips wet my feet, letting the ants walk majestically from my feet, and letting the butterflies stay quietly by my hands. I put on my playful eyes, which added an extra layer of burden, but I looked at the old tiles on the roof in the distance, at the farmer uncles working hard in the fields, and at the vegetable fields as the cool summer wind blew. The old woman bending over to weed the grass, looking at the girls playing under the trees, and the boys fishing for shrimps in the river, couldn't help but think of us in the past, and a sense of excitement and sadness ignited in her heart.

After lunch, I took a thin copy of "The Reader" and sat on a rock or in the shade of bamboo, reading the author's praise and exclamation of Xia Jing in the book, and I threw the book aside. , fell down faintly. How can the beauty on paper beat the beauty of the real scene, I thought quietly.

"Zhizhi——" The summer-crazed cicadas were chirping, breaking the silence of the horizon and my sleep. I stretched myself, walked along the quiet and far-reaching path, and saw the bamboo forest. It is "section after section, with thousands of branches and thousands of leaves. If I don't bloom, I won't stir up bees and saucers." In this Youyou Farm, this indifference to the world makes the bamboo quieter and greener. No wonder Su Dongbo felt that "you can eat without meat, but you cannot live without bamboo."

Then I saw a large field of wild chrysanthemums. I took a deep breath, and the faint fragrance of wild chrysanthemums entered the tip of my nose. The butterfly stayed on the pale yellow petals, and the bee jumped on the pale yellow petals. This wild chrysanthemum that attracts bees and butterflies also attracts the love of the white hermit, which will remain unchanged until death. Suddenly, joy was mixed with sadness, "I picked chrysanthemums along the path, and the afterglow reflected my cheeks. I asked who I was giving the chrysanthemums to? I want to put them in the grave of an old friend." Walking on a narrow path, "The slanting shadows stretch out and make me feel lonely. I am walking alone in the path. Why is there no one to accompany me? Just because my old friend will leave the world forever. Why does my old friend abandon me? The King of Hell writes to report his arrival."

I rushed home and put the chrysanthemums in my grandpa’s favorite vase. Outside the window, rain fell quietly. The hard-working farmers rushed home. An old man fell down in the rain while carrying a hoe. I rushed out of the house like crazy...

Composition 2 after the rain

The continuous autumn rain lingers and doesn't want to leave for a long time, as if her attachment to this world is far greater than that of us humans. The sky has always been covered with a gray veil, and I sometimes think: Behind that gray mask there must be a face as pure and beautiful as sapphire, smooth and handsome. The lively and fun-loving children have long been impatient with the wet raindrops hindering their steps towards joy and freedom. They often stand in groups by the fence outside the classroom, cursing the nasty weather.

Now, the sun, which had rested for a few days, finally showed its long-lost smiling face. It exploded all the power it had accumulated over the past few days at this moment. Its strong and dazzling light made the children unable to stop. Dare to look up and face it. The sky after the rain becomes bluer and purer under the baptism of rain. Looking at the blue sky, my originally restless mood gradually calmed down at this moment. There are white clouds rippling in the sky, one by one, like a handkerchief held by a beautiful girl's fingers; one by one, like the drizzle that keeps falling in cloudy weather; one by one, like the little bits of freedom in the vast sea; each one, like A small yurt in the vast expanse of greenery. Groups of cattle and sheep, piles in piles, and many kind-hearted angels waving their white dreamy wings, dancing happily together; piece by piece, it is like the white world with pink makeup and jade in the cold winter... ...

I stood there, looking up at all this, letting my mind wander, letting my mind fly, boundless and unrestrained...

"Dili, Dili..." I Listening to the sound, it turned out that there were some cute little elf-like birds on a tall tree. They were jumping around and singing from time to time. So, a series of sounds like the sounds of nature came into my ears, vibrating my eardrums... I gradually fell in love with them, I liked their appearance - handsome and well-behaved; I liked their personality - lively and cheerful; Their voices - crisp and cheerful. As if the pearls suddenly burst out from the golden wire and landed on the transparent glass, they have excellent transparency and penetrating power, hazy, real and illusory, and intoxicating.

The forest was bright and clean after the rain, and the green leaves were sparkling with raindrops, which kept flickering in the sunlight, confusing my eyes and making it difficult to see clearly. The dust on the trees has been washed away by rain for several days, and it has no choice but to drip to the ground with the raindrops. Therefore, the leaves are particularly bright after the rain, as if someone who loves nature has applied a layer of oil on them, making them appear greener and greener.

The air is so fresh and pleasant. Walking on the forest paths, I deeply breathe in the scent that is unique to the forest after the rain. It is sweet, like the delicate fragrance of plum blossoms; faint. , like the simple smell of morning glory, I breathed deeply into my heart, the smell of the forest that only belonged to me for a long time.

The distant mountains were obscured by white mist, and only the dark tops of the mountains could be vaguely seen, undulating with each other, like a fairyland far away in heaven. Several families were hiding in the arms of the mountain. The residents whose roofs were originally exposed were now covered by the mist and completely disappeared. I was left to speculate endlessly, but suddenly I understood that it was just that. The cute fog baby is just playing hide and seek with us.

The fog gradually dissipated, and the mountain gradually revealed its true appearance as Mount Lu. We saw the green woods again. The black lines were so smooth and nostalgic, leaving a deep feeling in my heart. An indelible mark.

My eyes are delighted and my ears are blessed. My soul has been washed in this beautiful picture after the rain, leaving deep feelings for me to taste and reverie.

I get the beauty of nature: the kind of beauty that is close and relevant, the kind that does not add any decoration, the kind of beauty that makes people attached, the kind of beauty that people will remember forever...

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