600-word composition describing the clear sky after the rain in Grade Three.
It is rare to see the countryside in the rain or the scenery on both sides of the road. Many times, when it rains cats and dogs, people's instinct is to run home, stay away from unfamiliar places, watch the rain in a stable place and wait for it to clear up. Therefore, for rural areas, unfamiliar roads, and many places they have never been to, they ignore their appearance in the rain.
Near June, the fields are full of thriving scenes, and all the plants are thriving, just waiting for rain. Once the rain falls from the sky, the earth is their stage. They are like sponges filled with water, constantly expanding and stretching, as if it were possible to cover the whole world.
The reeds on the roadside are already half a person's height, scattered along ditches and ponds, and scattered in fields with weeds of the same height, constantly extending the momentum like a green carpet. The wheat has just been harvested, the stubble in the field has not disappeared, and the interplanted corn has grown to a foot high. In the field of Huang Ai Ai, a piece of green is swaying. I believe it won't be long before green begins to appear again, and then slowly moves towards another maturity.
Rows of poplars are everywhere in the field, dotted with crops, like rows of guards and barriers, holding the land in your arms. The fields in the rain naturally have a special taste. Rain and fog slowly floated over the fields, and white smoke like fog kept around those poplars. There was no sound or wind in the field, so the trees stood neatly. They are happily absorbing the rain. Any plant knows that in nature, no one can rely on it, and only by itself can it win the sunshine and rain. Nothing else can help them. On the contrary, they must work hard.
From time to time, some lotus ponds or ditches slip through the field of vision. They look even more handsome and tall in the rainy and smoky air. Rain drops on the lotus pond, and the noisy frogs stop, as if waiting for a baptism. Only when this baptism is over can they re-enter the black and pink.
The 600-word composition describes the clear sky after the rain on the second and third days.
The weather changes color, and the rain invites. Lightning and thunder race together, and it is also dusty and involved in this picture. The wind, blowing relentlessly, scattered leaves all over the floor. The bugle of the storm sounded and the whole world was in darkness. The foraging birds flapped their wings and shuttled through the wind and rain. The frolicking fish struggled to breathe out of the water and breathe in the tumbling water; Logging humans are still cutting, and this time the sky is really angry. Stupid human beings who have not changed many times have destroyed a member of the earth who has locked nature for their own benefit; Destroyed the generals who controlled storms and sandstorms; Destroyed the important core of balancing nitrogen dioxide. Attracted the revenge of natural attacks!
We are a new human being in 2 1 century. How can we be indifferent to the gradual destruction of forests? How can we stand by and watch the land desertification? How can you laugh at the extinction of life? That is the ecological environment in which we live. Mother Earth has changed beyond recognition now. How can you bear it?
Protect the environment! Now the rubbish you throw away casually has done some harm to the earth! It hurts like ants biting your body! If you throw it into the trash can, the earth won't be bitten by ants. Love the environment! When you trample on the insignificant body of the grass, the earth has already felt the black and blue body! If you love every grass, don't look at it small, it and its brothers and sisters hand in hand play a locking role in the loss of the earth's "skin", and the earth can also be protected from the harm of land loss! Protect the environment! What we do is closely related to the ecological environment of the earth. Protecting the environment is our unshirkable responsibility!
Plant a tree seedling, care for a forest, care for a grass; Under the protection of Qixin and Qi Xin's concerted efforts, even if it is raining cats and dogs, after a storm comes a calm.
The 600-word composition describes the clear sky after the rain.
The wind brings me the fragrance of lotus flowers, and the music of dew drops from bamboo leaves. It's hot in summer, and the sky is clear in Wan Li. Frogs are chirping and cicadas are chirping, but it's cool in the heat.
The students are playful, jumping up and down, breaking their hands and putting on plaster, and wrapping them in three layers inside and outside. But he regarded it as a symbol of the hero, and "exhibited" it everywhere as if it were a "cultural relic".
The teacher thinks he is inconvenient to move and wants to find someone to help him bring food from the canteen. The canteen is less than 300 meters from the classroom, which is obviously on the way, but the class is silent. I think it's just a little effort to help others, so I raised my hand.
The meal was delivered smoothly, but as soon as I stepped into the classroom, the sky changed face-dark clouds and raindrops fell in Wan Li. Raindrops hit the white walls and black tiles, and "Tick-tock" is a Jiangnan light music. I stood by the window and watched quietly, waiting for him to finish eating, so that he could return the tableware. As soon as my classmates finished eating, I walked to the canteen with an umbrella in my left hand and a plate in my right hand.
Walking into the corridor, I happened to meet a sea of people coming back from dinner. I struggled to move forward, but in the end I couldn't resist the surging crowd and was "rushed" out of the corridor. Go forward again, but the sea of people seems to be against me, and I "pour out" again. After a short break, I launched a "general attack", showing the appearance of "one guard, ten thousand people are not allowed", holding up the dinner plate in one hand and "clearing the field" in the other, while shouting: "Excuse me, excuse me, thank you." Braving the wind and waves, I finally "swam" through this "five-meter sea of people".
The weather is not beautiful, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and "scratching" has become a symphony. Looking at the sky, I resolutely opened my umbrella and walked to the canteen. I'm walking, and it's raining. Soon, I saw a "roadblock".
This is a low-lying place on the school road, and the area is full of water. This muddy black sewage seems unfathomable, like an abyss lying in the middle of the road, like the Chu River and the Han River separating the two banks, as if it were out of reach, but I believe I can do it. I stepped back a few steps, stared at the other side, took a deep breath, sprinted and jumped over the abyss like Liu Bei and came to the other side. I almost fell into the water, but I did it.
The rain is still raining, wetting my clothes and soaking my shoes. Raindrops slide down the umbrella canopy like naughty children. Raindrops accumulate and flow into my clothes along the umbrella handle like a swarm of insects? It's cold and itchy This feeling made me forget that there was still a plate in my hand and I was bent on cleaning it. I stretched out my hand to wipe it when the plate fell with a bang. I froze for a few seconds. Back to god, mixed feelings in my heart, packed up the "scene" and ran into the canteen.
I finished the task. Although the rain wet my clothes and soaked my shoes, my classmates thanked me, and the joy of helping others filled my heart.
Looking at the rainbow after the rain, I can't help but feel a rainbow in my heart.
The 600-word composition describes the clear sky after the rain in the fourth and third grades.
In the morning, I was awakened by the sound of rain and forgot to close the window at night. Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, I stamped my feet with anxiety. How do I get to school? The sky was clear in Wan Li yesterday, but it changed early this morning!
Open the door and just want to walk to school. However, it is like a small river outside, and it is difficult to leave. Mom and dad have gone to work, leaving me alone at home. It's better to throw caution to the wind than wait for the rain to stop. So I put on my rain boots. Rush out of the house. It's raining so hard that my pocket umbrella will never stop. Along the way, I walked carefully. When I got to school, I was soaked to the skin and my rain boots were full of water.
It's getting darker and darker, and the rain shows no sign of abating. There was chaos outside the window, and there was only rain in my ears. The sound of rain drowned out the sound of reading, writing and teaching in the classroom. I couldn't help looking out of the window. The rain fell from the sky like a storm cloth, like a bomb. The ground suddenly turned into a big river and the river rushed forward. There is still a lot of rain dripping on the glass, making a "snapping" sound; Some fell on the concrete floor in front of the window and scattered all over the floor. Rain falls from the eaves, forming a line that reminds people of water curtain cave in Guo Hua.
There was a cool breeze blowing outside the window, and I couldn't help shivering. At this moment, I remembered the small bridge on my way home. Now the heavy rain must be attacking the river, and there is a vortex on the river, making a hoarse and low "quack" sound; Maybe the river has overflowed the bridge deck, which is really worrying. How can we get home if the bridge suddenly collapses?
In the afternoon, the students learned from the radio that "there is no need to study at night because of the heavy rain". As a result, the students were very excited and the news spread like wildfire. The students shouted, bumped and danced wildly.
However, it cleared up that night and the bright moon came out. When I opened the window, the smell of soil came to my face and the air was as fresh as a filter. At this time, there was a voice repeating in my heart: the weather after heavy rain is just different!