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Writing composition in primary school It rained at night.

1. Describe the scene of evening or rain by describing the change of scenery. One day, I did 300 words of homework at home. Suddenly it was dark, which made people feel bored and suffocating. Spiders weave vertical webs, ants start to move, fish jump around in the water and frogs croak. At this time, there was a strong wind, and the trees swayed in the wind like branches.

Thick dark clouds in the sky rolled in like an avalanche. A storm is coming. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed in the sky, and then it thundered. In an instant, the rain as big as beans roared like the flood of Tianhe burst its banks. Adults and children struggle in the water like fish, carts and cars shuttle through the water like boats, and rainwater enters small puddles from tiles and splashes.

Gradually, the wind stopped, the fish stopped, the streets seemed washed, and the air was particularly fresh and comfortable.

In the morning, when I was still sleeping soundly and comfortably in the warm bed, the sound of rustling outside the window kept ringing, and I was awakened. I looked out of the window, and it turned out to be raining. The road was wet, and the rain fell from the sky and fell drop by drop before my eyes. My heart trembled slightly and my mood relaxed with the rain in front of me. I haven't seen the scene of rain for a long time, and I feel the fragrance, warmth and unusual of rain.

When I was very young, probably at the beginning of the first day of junior high school, I had a deep affection for rain and an unspeakable love for rainy days. I like to write articles about rainy days. I like walking alone on the garden path with an umbrella in the drizzle, feeling and enjoying the scene in the rain; I like to pick up a pen when the rain comes and write some articles about the rain, which is thought-provoking. My feelings are in the rain and melt in it. I like to stand alone in front of the windowsill and watch the rain fall from the sky. The sound of rain forms a beautiful arc in mid-air, and it is a different feeling and comfort to listen attentively to the sound of rain.

Rainy days, full of too many memories.

My stories are all about rain, and the scenes of rainy days are constantly emerging in my mind at the moment.

The imprint of rain, the thoughts of rain, everything of rain.

A boy who loves rainy days.

How fresh the air is on rainy days.

I like to walk on the green grass purified and moistened by rain and feel the simplest and warmest breath of nature. Looking at the dew on the grass, it is unusually green and full of vitality.

I met her on a rainy day. The rain witnessed us from acquaintance to love. Our story happened on a rainy day, and we walked hand in hand in the rain. How much we miss it on rainy days. On a rainy night, I have more worries and thoughts in my heart.

When it rains, we fall in love happily.

When everything about the rain was broken and destroyed by the ruthless reality, when she left without saying anything.

On the rainy day before breaking up, I was alone in the rain and my heart was wet.

The imprint of rain is incomplete, a rainy day for one person.

Stop-and-go, a person looks at the clouds and clouds.

Looking up at the rainy sky, I am confused and lost.

Disappear in the rain, just like Stephanie's Rainy Day, the more you listen, the more thorough you are.

Those rainy days are like passing clouds.

Before, when it rained heavily, I completely lost myself, and I still remember your distant back.

That familiar voice didn't disappear at the end of the century, and it still feels so close to me.

When it began to rain after you left, who would understand my rainy day and my lonely feeling?

Break up in that rainy day, but I don't know how to stay and leave.

It's raining, holding an umbrella and looking for all the footprints.

The car rolled up the rain and sped past me. Walking in the center of the city, there is no direction, it keeps raining.

A person's rainy day, looking for and waiting for another girl who falls in love with rainy days.

3. Composition describing the scene when it rains and after it rains. 1 that does not describe the spring rain. Rain rang out of the window. The students who are wringing their eyebrows and thinking seem to be disturbed. They looked up and complained a few words. It is true that rain is sometimes annoying, but it also has its loveliness. Whether it is a light rain in spring or a rainy night in autumn, as long as I believe that everyone will have a different taste. Put down the pen in your hand, feel the rainy night today, and find that it is not only as crisp and long as the "drizzle in Sky Street" described in the poem, but also as cold and aloof as the "autumn rain in Nanhu". The rain tonight is sometimes small and unpredictable. Looking through the street lamp, you can distinguish the tall banana tree slightly. When it rains, there is a feeling that "the rain hits the banana", and the flowers on the osmanthus tree are tortured to only a few scattered flowers. The osmanthus tree soaked in the ground may sing "turn into mud to protect flowers more" Rain is a comfort to our troubles. Whenever our mood is complicated and depressed, the rain can always smooth all the grievances in our hearts. I really want to take off my shoes, put on hemp fiber and walk barefoot in the rain, and feel Mr. Dongpo's "Why not walk while singing?" Understand people's feelings and troubles. And we also have a soft spot for rain. Whenever it rains, we can always express some regrets. Rain seems to tear off the mask in life and release the truest self. Maybe the weather varies from place to place, so the rain varies from place to place. The weather in Jiangnan is beautiful, and the rain seems to have contaminated the habits of Jiangnan. Always soft, similar to "getting wet by clothes." The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is always intoxicating and lingering. But the weather in the north is rough and windy, so the rain in the north is not as lingering as the rain in the south of the Yangtze River. The rain in the north is always heavy and solid with the loess plateau, like a meteor, hitting the ground and splashing a lot of mud. Therefore, even wearing rain shoes will not help, and after all, you can't escape the fate of changing clothes. In my opinion, the rain in the south of the Yangtze River is too soft, although it can also be thought-provoking, but it is a little more bookish, after all, less heroic and domineering in the north. Mongolian fighters bathed in rain in the north once swept across Eurasia and conquered the prosperous Southern Song Dynasty, which was located in a corner of the south of the Yangtze River. So, I've always wanted to make the rain in the south of the Yangtze River stronger ... It seems that it's going to rain again. I close my eyes and rest against the wall. 2. Rain scene. Make a "tick, tick" sound. The sky is like a big sieve, and endless raindrops are pouring on the earth. In the distance, the houses shrouded in rain are completely invisible. Just when I was attracted by the rain scene, a strong wind suddenly blew, which dispersed the dense rain and turned it into rain fog, shaking the trees and causing a huge vibration on the roof. The cloudy and rainy world became lively. Wind and rain play together again. Gradually, the wind weakened. But looking around, the heavy rain is still falling, which may last for many days. Raindrops fell from the eaves like broken beads, and flowers were blooming on the ground. The rain that fell on the ground formed a "lake", and the small mound inside was the land, and just a few leaves floated by, which looked like a lake. The rain in "sasha vujacic" is constantly falling. "Baba Baba", bean-sized raindrops fell and hit the bright glass window. Looking out of the window, it looks like an incomparably wide bead curtain hanging between heaven and earth, and I can't see anything clearly. The rain fell on the ground, splashing one after another, which was beautiful. The rain ran down the eaves. At first, it looked like a broken pearl. Gradually. The water accumulated more and more, and finally the "stream" rushed to the distance hand in hand. People walk in the street with colorful umbrellas, as if flowers are blooming on the water. Looking into the forest, the water seems to have red, yellow, gold, green and blue ... and countless colors! It has been raining, but it is getting smaller and smaller, and it is getting less and less imposing. There are more and more pedestrians on the road, but they all carry umbrellas. Who knows when the rain will stop? 3, a person's rainy day, a person's heart, although wet, but those beautiful sadness and smiles are still accompanied by wet scenes, feeling the fragrance and warmth of rain. Early in the morning, when I was still sleeping in a warm bed, the sound of rustling outside the window kept ringing and I was awakened. I looked out of the window and found that it was raining and the road was wet. It is raining. My heart trembled slightly and my mood relaxed with the rain in front of me. I haven't enjoyed the rain scene for a long time, feeling the fragrant, warm and unusual rain. When I was very young, probably at the beginning of the first year of junior high school, I had a strong feeling for the rain and had an indescribable love for it. I like to write articles about rainy days. I like walking alone on the garden path with an umbrella in the drizzle, feeling and enjoying the scene in the rain; I like to pick up a pen when the rain comes and write some articles about the rain, which is thought-provoking. My feelings are in the rain and melt in it. I like to stand alone in front of the windowsill and watch the rain fall from the sky. The rain forms a beautiful arc in mid-air. Listening to the rain attentively is a different feeling and comfort. Rainy days are full of memories. My stories are all about rain, and the scenes of rainy days are constantly emerging in my mind at the moment. The imprint of rain, the thoughts of rain, everything of rain. A boy who loves rainy days. How fresh the air is on rainy days. How fresh. I like to walk on the green grass purified and moistened by rain and feel the simplest and warmest breath of nature. Looking at the dew on the grass, it is unusually green and full of vitality. I knew her on a rainy day. Rain witnessed our acquaintance and love. Our story happened on a rainy day, with the shadow of us walking hand in hand in the rain. On rainy days, we think.

Write a short composition of about 200 words and describe the scene when it rains. The rain falls on the blue tile, which is a ringing knock. Without pretense, the sound of rain is really a wonderful music. It is more soothing than jazz, more melodious than flute and no less than saxophone. It is as harmonious as a concerto, but in harmony, generate shows its shocking power, like a general who commands thousands of troops and horses, and like an endless lover. But this invisible musical genius is perverse and moody. At this moment, I patted everything gently, gently and tactfully, but suddenly lost my patience, and a sudden rain fell from the sky. Just when you doubt whether such a violent rain is full of malice, she suddenly converges and kisses a hundred flowers. At this time, the cloud broke, suddenly a skylight was released, and the foot of the rain suddenly closed. Countless glittering and translucent water drops, such as softened jade, remain in the hearts of stamens and leaves, and Ying Ying seems to have caught a deep and striking glimpse of people from the darkness.

When all is silent, my heart is constantly rippling. I admire the talent of rain, which can make beautiful music and sublimate my heart in nature. Rain washed the dust of the world, making everything suddenly glow with a new look, but it turned into a stream and let it flow gently in the forest. After the baptism of spring rain, the grass is boundless and the peach blossoms are thick. Exquisite bamboo, beautiful and refined, is full of vitality and points directly at the sky; Faint green hills, clear eyes and pure heart are full of tenacity and simplicity.

I don't know when it began to rain in Mao Mao again. She fell from the sky, bringing longing and hope. Her purity inspires people to turn over a new leaf and sincerely abandon all bad habits. People are the most spiritual, yearning for and maintaining beautiful things. Returning to nature and being in the sacred land of Taoyuan, everything is in perfect harmony. Will the mind that has been baptized by wind and rain wantonly destroy the outstanding natural scenery in nature?

Rain is so beautiful, although it is different from the warm spring breeze, lush grass, without Yang Liuan and the sadness of the dying moon. But her purity and rationality are constantly influencing human beings, and finally condensed into this antique painting.

5. A 400-word composition describing rain in primary school 1 Ancient Poetry If it is that 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, with green hills all the way, clouds suddenly rising and dragonflies' tails 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 east wind from breaking, and how many azaleas are planted in the rain?" ... when rain enters poetry, it becomes spiritual. 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 full of childlike interest makes 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.

6. Evening composition after the rain In the evening after the rain, the air was unusually fresh. I walked out of the house and breathed greedily.

Looking up, I saw the curved moon hanging in the light blue sky. Clouds in the sky are white, gray, black and pink.

Very good. After the rain, the leaves turned green and spread desperately, as if they were using the last light for photosynthesis.

The cicadas also sang loudly in the grass, as if to race against time to hold the last concert. Birds also look for food in droves.

At night, the streets are full of people coming back from work, some carrying baskets, some carrying baskets, and some carrying baskets. Everyone hurried home.

The scenery at night is really beautiful! In the evening after the rain, the air is unusually fresh. I walked out of the house, breathing greedily. Looking up, I saw the curved moon hanging in the light blue sky.

Clouds in the sky are white, gray, black and pink. Very good.

After the rain, the leaves turned green and spread desperately, as if they were using the last light for photosynthesis. The cicadas also sang loudly in the grass, as if to race against time to hold the last concert.

Birds also look for food in droves. At night, the streets are full of people coming back from work, some carrying baskets, some carrying baskets, and some carrying baskets.

Everyone hurried home. The scenery at night is really beautiful! In the evening after the rain, the air is unusually fresh. I walked out of the house, breathing greedily.