How to write a composition in the magical rain
Rainy days
The weather is like a big family, and rainy days are one of them. Tick-tock ... There is a beautiful and pleasant sound of rain outside the house. Oh, it's drizzling in the sky. Maybe it's a stunt in rainy days. Roof, floor. Everything has become a wonderful piano, and the fluttering rain is countless nimble and soft fingers, playing one elegant ditty after another. For four days in a row, it hasn't come home on rainy days. While it is standing guard, it has stopped, got off and hid, but it just doesn't go home. It's a naughty child.
On rainy days, it became a beautiful picture. Countless drops jumped happily from the sky, like a child who had never come out. They fell to the ground and jumped happily, splashing bubbles. No matter how hard it rains, hard-working people still work hard as usual, opening shops, selling vegetables, and going to work ... Because they have responsibilities, there is a family behind them, and their efforts and efforts are to make their families happier.
Rain moistens the land, everything, and even our hearts. If you encounter a rainy day, please don't turn it away. Please don't complain that it's wet. It's really annoying. You can watch quietly, listen quietly, and you will find that because of the rain, our water sources will not be short, but more. Then you will see that everything wakes up, the soil is covered with green grass, and the little head is stretched out as far as the eye can see, and the flowers are blooming and emitting fragrance. It's really beautiful. It makes you feel that the world is so beautiful and so fragrant. 2. composition a magical rain 3 words (fairy tale)
the big family in the sky came out, and the sky was particularly bright. Father Sun went to work, while Mother Baiyun was busy cooking, so she didn't notice Baby Rain.
Baby Rain can't walk very well, and suddenly he fell down. He cried and it rained in Mao Mao. Baiyun's mother rushed over. Baiyun's mother was very anxious and began to thunder, but Baby Rain was even sadder when she heard the thunder.
it's raining baby! Finally, Baiyun mother helped the baby rain, but it kept raining. Then, Father Sun came back, and I don't know why he scolded Baby Rain.
Baby Rain began to rain cats and dogs. Father Sun and Mother Baiyun stopped Baby Rain. They said, "Please stop crying!" " Finally, the weather finally cleared up! I think when it rains, it seems as if God is crying. When God is very sad, it will rain cats and dogs. When God is happy, the weather will clear up. I really like sunny days. 3. How to write a composition describing rainy days
Jiangnan is misty and rainy. Alleys quietly flow between small towns, with elegant gestures, interpreting people or things in small towns.
short houses are covered with dark black tiles. There are some grass floating from nowhere in the gap, a small one, humble but quiet, waiting for the rain. As soon as it rains, water falls from the gaps, forming strings of wind chimes. I will deliberately walk under the eaves and enjoy the feeling of raindrops falling overhead. A moment, a moment, seems to be a trembling spring.
A little bit of rain, a faint fragrance, a touch of sunlight and a faint feeling of trees, all bloom the most beautiful flowers on this day in Chu Qing after the rain.
On the lips and teeth of lotus, only rain can diffuse deep red, which makes the whole world brilliant. Because I love lotus, I hope the rain will cut my ice-cold loneliness with sharp weapons. Whenever this happens, I will sit by the lotus pond and watch the lotus leaves and flowers snuggle up. That loneliness is like evaporated water without a trace. The whisper of the lotus flower in the rain has long been fixed as out-of-print tenderness in my eyes, but the rain doubts the grace of the lotus flower and slaps it with its tail. Lotus leaves always become sacred objects holding high the sky, blocking the attack of rain with their bodies. Someone once said, "Lotus leaf is the mother of lotus." Yes, it's good. Otherwise, how can there be a little care and careful care of the leaves?
All this is dispersed into a watercolor in the rain, touching the mother's heart.
The lake is like a mirror, reflecting countless sunlight. When the rain comes, it keeps shaking, like tension and excitement. Under the sting of raindrops, the lake gave out one cheerful cry after another, which kept shaking my heart. In a short time, the raindrops turned into rain hammers, which hit the heart of the lake heavily. I asked the lake, "Does it hurt?" "It doesn't hurt, like touching." Oh, I see, rain is the soul of water and the purest and cleanest river in the world. All this, in the rain, has become the realm of "smoke cage cold water moon cage sand". Suddenly, I really want to dance in the street with an umbrella and spinning raindrops. Then throw away the umbrella in the street and let the rain soak into the soul, revive the dead heart and say, "It's good to rain!" "
I've seen the light rain like a silver needle, and I've seen the thunderstorm mixed with thunder and lightning, but I've never seen the rain these days.
When I woke up from a long nap, I heard the rain ticking outside the window. The glass window has been covered with water droplets. Very nice! A rainy day. My mood is very good at once. I like the cool and refreshing rain in summer, which makes people feel relaxed. 4. How to write a composition on rainy days
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Rainy days are suitable for memories and associations, and you can wander back and think about the future. Rainy days, it seems that there are many blue spirits, giving the world a new life.
whenever the sky misses the earth, it will rain, and whenever it rains outside, it won't be so lonely. For such a lovely little girl, it's innocent to rain.
light light blue is a teenage girl, hardworking and brave. She just moved to a simple room in our community a year ago and studied in our school. Because she is in the same class, we often go home together. Light light blue is simple and sincere. Although we haven't known each other for a long time, we are indeed friends for many years, and even talk to each other. Lan Lan's parents are migrant workers from other places. As long as it doesn't rain, the construction site will be constructed. Her parents get up early and get greedy for the dark, go out in a hurry every morning and drag their tired bodies back to their rented house at night. Sometimes, when I come back late, light light blue has already prepared the food. Although it is just a simple meal of vegetables and radishes, while I am still complaining to my parents that braised pork is not delicious, light light blue is carefully preparing for a not-so-sumptuous dinner. Light light blue is alone almost every day, and her parents have no time to take care of her. When she comes back for dinner at night, she washes and rests early, because she is very tired during the day and lacks communication with light light blue. Light light blue is also very sensible. She never complains, but silently cares about her parents.
I know her family situation and often invite her to my home, but she always refuses politely. I know she is not used to my parents' extra care, because she lacks care. The more so, the more I want to share more things with her.
Now, I have formed a habit of paying attention to the weather forecast after the news broadcast every night. Lan Lan's family doesn't have a TV. Every day, she asks me about the weather today. I know that there is always expectation in Lan Lan's heart, and that is rain. How much she longs for rain in the sky, because rainy days mean that she can finally get together with her family. Rainy days are affectionate, and the rain is innocent and good. It gives the family a rare opportunity to unload their fatigue and busyness. Light light doesn't have to face the cold house and a pile of bowls and clothes as soon as they get home, and they don't have to bear so many housework and burdens with their immature hands. Every rainy day, she always can't wait to go home from school, where someone is waiting for her, and there is a temperature at home.
Maybe I know more about her, and my feelings will infect each other. I will also be excited with Light Light Blue in rainy days. That kind little girl is finally no longer lonely and lonely, and she can finally spend the day smiling, and finally she doesn't have to pretend to be happy.
Remember that poem: "Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny." I wonder if this "love" should be exchanged for another "sunny" here. I have to admit: it's sunny when it rains. 5. Write an essay entitled "Magic Umbrella"
The story of the Umbrella Girl In a small village in the south of the Yangtze River, there was a little girl named "Duoduo". She was so beautiful that everyone loved her.
She has a beautiful little umbrella, which can shelter her from the wind and sand in spring, the sun in summer, the fallen leaves in autumn and the snow in winter. Therefore, the little girl likes this little umbrella and holds it all year round. People call her Umbrella Girl. One day, she took her beloved little umbrella to the high mountain to play.
On the way up the mountain, she met a hideous old witch. The old witch was an emissary from the dark world. She was jealous of the beautiful feelings between Umbrella Girl and Umbrella, so she turned Umbrella into an ugly toad by magic, and kept the toad drooling on Umbrella Girl's shoulder. After doing these bad things, the old witch gave a sharp strange laugh and disappeared into a black smoke in the boundless mountains.
As luck would have it, it began to rain cats and dogs, and the little girl lost her umbrella, so she had to hide under the yellow cedar tree to avoid the rain. At this time, there was a buzzing sound under the tree. With this sound, many translucent small mushrooms sprang up from the soil. They were different in height and danced gently with the wind, which was amazing.
As soon as Umbrella Girl approached them, these little mushrooms quickly hid in the soil. It turns out that they are elves in the forest and know any secrets about the big forest! They told Umbrella Girl with a dreamy voice that there is a peacock god in this mountain, and his feathers can realize any wish of people. So, Umbrella Girl decided to look for the peacock god.
She went through all kinds of hardships and hardships, and finally came to the Peacock Temple, where there were many brave guards. Umbrella girl bravely stepped forward, and a guard asked, "Who are you, who dare to trespass here? Don't be rude!" Umbrella girl was a little scared, but she still got up the courage and said, "I'm here to find the peacock god."
The guard said, "Well, as long as you can answer my question correctly, I will let you see the peacock god." The umbrella girl thought for a moment and said firmly, "Good!" The guard looked at the umbrella girl with some disdain and said, "Walk on four legs in the morning, walk on two legs at noon and walk on three legs in the evening."
what is this? " How can such a simple question baffle the clever umbrella girl? She smiled and said confidently, "Of course it's human!" Hearing this, the guard had to let Umbrella Girl into the shrine. Umbrella girl went through a long tunnel and came to a gorgeous palace. She saw a handsome man in fine clothes sitting on the throne. She knew that this was the peacock god with boundless power. She went straight to the peacock god and knelt down and said, "Dear peacock god, I am Umbrella girl. Can you give me your peacock feather?" I want to save my little umbrella and destroy the old witch. "
Peacock God stared straight at Umbrella Girl, which made her uneasy. After thinking for a long time, he smiled and said kindly, "Of course, my dear child, but my feathers are only given to brave and wise people, aren't you?" The umbrella girl replied without hesitation, "How do you need me to prove it to you?" Peacock God looked at Umbrella Girl with interest and said, "Well, I'm going to test you with a riddle. No one has guessed it right since ancient times. If you get it right, I'll give you a feather."
Umbrella girl nodded and listened carefully. The peacock god gave a question: "Three mountains are from three mountains, and the mountains are hanging upside down.
month after month, month after month is still connected. Double feathers in the left and right rows, two rivers in the vertical and horizontal rows.
There are six people in the whole family, but the two are not reunited.' This is a crossword puzzle poem, and all eight poems are about the same word. If you guess correctly, you can get my magic feather. "
Miss Umbrella was secretly worried when she heard this. Such a difficult crossword puzzle stumped her. However, she is a little girl with both wisdom and courage. She thought hard and suddenly had a brainwave and thought of the answer. However, she thought of Doby Peacock God, so she deliberately pretended to be embarrassed.
Peacock God saw it and smiled and said, "Little girl, the feather of God is not so easy to get. Go home, I won't embarrass you!" Umbrella girl laughed and said, "I guessed it early, so I'll tell you the answer now!" " With that, with a wave of her pen, she wrote the answer "Yong" on the bamboo and silk in front of her. The peacock god froze and said helplessly, "You are a genius, and the feather belongs to you!" " With that, with a wave of his hand, a glittering feather flew to the umbrella girl's hand.
Miss Umbrella thanked the Peacock God and left the Peacock God House happily. She held Shen Yu tightly in her hands, held her head high and said loudly, "Let that wicked old witch disappear. 6. How to write a composition with yesterday's rain "
I felt the strength of the wind in the storm in the hot summer yesterday afternoon, but I felt more charming, lively and gentle in summer rain! At three o'clock in the afternoon, it was getting dark. When the weather changed, a strong wind came, beating the camphor trees in waves, and the pedestrians on the road were blinded by the strong wind, and their hurried steps gradually slowed down. I was walking in the street and said happily, "The storm is coming, great!" Just say that finish, the heavy rain with a little bit of hot air came down. The rain seemed to be a dense silver needle, which pierced my clothes and my flesh. It felt not a burst of pain and paralysis, but a refreshing and cold. The wind was blowing, the branches were swaying more seriously, the electric car was swinging, and the rain was swinging. With the direction of the wind, the rain was stronger and stronger. Cool! Cool! " I also quickly hid under the eaves of the house. The rain became more and more heavy, urgent and dense. When it came down quickly, there were waves of fog on the ground, only to see that the fog slowly rose, as if it were like a fairy tale, which made people have wonderful illusions. Naughty and unreasonable children regarded the storm as a natural and harmless time to take a shower without a head. Their loud playing voice became the lead singer of the concert in the rain. The sound of the heavy rain has become an accompaniment. The heavy rain is not as gentle and quiet as the fog in spring, as silent as the snow in winter, as strong and noisy as the wind in winter, or as bright and dazzling as the sunshine. She is just like a doll singing a beautiful and cheerful song, happily helping people to water everywhere to avoid drought. Suddenly, I seem to see the rain dolls dancing around in the sky. How cheerful, lively and wonderful it is. This made my friends and I dance and sing along with the rain. After a while, the rain gradually subsided. The adults ran back with joy, and only the children thought about it. The children all like the liveliness and cheerfulness of the rain, and they all like to let it sing and dance with the rain dolls. So do I. I like the liveliness and cheerfulness of the rain, and I like to sing and dance with the rain dolls.