A beautiful paragraph of scenery and rain.

Rain

It was crazy hot. As soon as the sun came, the ground seemed to be on fire. At noon, the earth has been scorching hot, and it is quiet all around. Only the cicada's cry makes people feel that there is life in this world. The trees on the trees are like being sick, shriveled, the branches droop listlessly, and the grass bends ...

Suddenly, the sun disappears like magic, and the thunder rumbles in the distance. Large thick black clouds have been across the far horizon earlier, which has covered the whole sky like a lead curtain. Then, a heavy rain fell in lightning speed. In the rain, thirsty grass greedily sucks sweet rain; The dejected trees spread their leaves, bathed in this long-awaited heavy rain. On the main street, umbrellas blossomed. Rain falls on the ground, windowsill, roof and leaves, giving people a cool and comfortable feeling. The rain on the roof runs down the eaves, and the sound of "ticking" is like a brisk sonata.

about ten minutes later, the rain stopped, the leaves were greener than usual, and the air was filled with the fragrance of the earth. In the breeze, the leaves with water droplets are swaying gently, and the pearl-like water droplets write the composition about the auditory rain lightly

This is probably the last autumn. The drizzle stretches for several days, and there is no intention of stopping. The drizzle turns into pure blue tears and hits the beautiful image of the autumn sky, gently hitting the window, just like a euphemistic piece of music played by pipa, I am afraid I can't wake up this sleepy season. Autumn is fading. Autumn will leave.

The endless rain outside the window seems to repeat yesterday's topic, melting a piece of acacia into this autumn sky. Although it is heavy and dark, it also exudes fragrance and tranquility.

The sound is getting louder and louder with the coolness, as if to listen to it carefully. Listening to the rain, I only feel that the whole world is over. It seems to be a thin and soft net, which covers the wings of my thoughts.

People often say that listening to the rain is a kind of realm. Throughout the ages, there are wonderful poems in the ears of banana, lotus, phoenix tree in autumn rain and literati. Li Shangyin's "Rain to the North", "I asked you not to return for a long time, and it rained in Bashan and Zhang Qiuchi ..." The deep feeling is the endless rain outside the window.

Now the lingering autumn rain outside the window is beating on the phoenix tree. Although it is not the rain in Bashan, it is also a rainy place. My heart is full of homesickness, and tears flooded my eyes and moistened my heart.

When I was a teenager, I didn't understand the rain. I often read a book in the rain and was led to sleep by the rain. I grew up gradually. I will put down what I am doing, quietly listen to the softness of the rain, the boldness of the summer rain and the soothing and delicate rain. Especially listening to the rain, a word of "listening" can appreciate an indescribable beauty and pleasure. I even feel that the rhythmic dripping rain outside seems to be my heartbeat and a part of my living life. The light is slowly passing away in this dripping rain. With this rain, I feel that It seems that everything becomes perfect in the rain.

If I still can't understand the rain, I still like to listen to it. I like to listen to Jiang's "Yu Mei", "Young people listen to the rain, and red candles faint their accounts. In their prime, when they listen to the rain, the clouds are low and the geese are westerly. Now, when they listen to the rain, they have stars on their temples, and there is no joys and sorrows. Under the next order, they will drop into the morning." < p The freedom of the sky is flying, and the leisurely events bring continuous waves, and the sky is full of people.

Let the glory and frustration that we once had pass away with the autumn rain, and let the rain turn into a composition on the topic of rain that can only be read with your heart. Outside the rainy night window, there are bursts of thunder in the distance. I didn't care, because there was rain in the weather forecast!

slowly, bigger and bigger, from far to near.

I look at the wall clock on the wall. It's nearly four o'clock in the morning. I still didn't sleep, and continued to do my own thing.

a flash of lightning, accompanied by thunder, seemed to explode in front of the window. The sound of the rain beating on the arbor was rapid and crackling.

I walk in The Upper Terrace and stare at the night. It was dark in front of me, and I only felt the cool breeze and the rain coming with the wind.

thunder is far and near, big and small. Some are heavy, some are neighing. Some are like sobs, and some are like growls. It's continuous, like it's tilting. Some are accompanied by lightning, as if showing fierceness.

I think, is the touch of electricity in the clouds in the sky a combination of love? Or the roar of struggle? Is it to declare its existence to the universe, or does nature bring situations to mankind? Is that rain coming to nourish the earth in a gracious way? Or the tears of thunder in the air?

for some reason, I think of people's roar and tears. People will roar in surprise, fright, surprise and anger. People will leave tears when they are excited, happy, sad and outside. People's voices and tears represent a feeling and a mood.

I don't know if there are feelings and moods in the sky. However, people often express their feelings with the help of thunder and rain. Gorky's "Haiyan" and Cao Yu's "Thunderstorm" all express people's mood by using the scene of self. Gorky is full of enthusiasm in Haiyan, praising the sea and Haiyan. In the sinister ring where dark clouds are rolling and white terror is rampant, in sharp contrast to the cowardice and panic of seagulls, the sea turns up "foam", rolls up "waves", sings, "rushes to meet the thunder" with a heroic attitude, and "lightning like a golden arrow" goes out in its own abyss "; "The sea flies high like black lightning", "the wings touch the waves for a while, and the arrows soar into the sky for a while", brave, enthusiastic, angry and happy, "full of longing for the storm" and "convinced that dark clouds can't cover the sun". The initiative of the sea, and thunder, lightning showdown, Haiyan excited and active, warmly looking forward to the arrival of the storm. Yes, in the face of thunderstorm, I admire Haiyan's character and Yan's ambition. We will not be smooth sailing on the road of life, and we will encounter all kinds of difficulties. We should be as tenacious as Haiyan, be firm in our belief of winning, and dare to be taken away by the rain (for example, the soil is hot). Note: At least two compositions are suitable for writing landscapes, which should be logical.

Rain drops are like thousands of paratroopers, coming down from the air and landing safely on the ground.

raindrops are linked together like a big one, hanging in front of me.

The breeze blows, and the rain curtain is inclined, running towards the vegetation and walls like thin threads.

When the rain falls, crystal water drops are condensed on all kinds of flowers and plants.

ten thousand silver threads of rain floated from the sky, and a row of drainage drops fell from the eaves, like a beautiful bead curtain.

it's drizzling outside the window, and it's like a little dance music. I can't be tempted by the world outside the window.

The rain drops rolled down the stem of the grass, and one drop got into the soil, and another drop got into the mouth of the grass, and it could not be found.

raindrops fell on my head and body. I leaned up, closed my eyes and tasted the little raindrops with my mouth open. Suddenly, I felt as if I had grown a lot under the drizzle.

after the thunder, the heavy rain keeps falling like a broken bead.

The rain kept pouring down, and the rainwater flowing down from the eaves merged into a stream on the street.

The heavy rain fell from the sky like crazy, and the dark sky seemed to collapse.

The wind chases the rain, and the rain drives the wind. The wind and the rain unite to chase the dark clouds in the sky, and the whole world is in the rain.

rain, like thousands of silver wires floating down from heaven.

drizzle, falling quietly and without ground, like the silver thread spit out by countless silkworm mothers. Tens of millions of thin, rippling yarns in mid-air are covered with black oil fields.

Clouds rolled in the sky, and it rained cats and dogs in a flash.

The silky light rain falls from the sky, and the raindrops are so small and the rain curtain is so dense that the mountains are covered with cicada-like white gauze.

the rain is thin and cotton, like catkins floating in time and space in spring.

rain like fog, fog like rain, lingering continuously.

In an instant, the raindrops became a line, and with a bang, the heavy rain poured down from the sky like the sky was falling.

It rained for a while in the morning, but although it cleared up, the road was still slippery. The autumn crops in the fields on both sides were washed by the rain, and the pearls were glittering and translucent, and the air also had a fresh and moist fragrance.

Like countless whips, he lashed at the window.

I saw the sea raging and roaring. The shower whipped the ground, and the rain flew and the water splashed.

Autumn rain, like fog, fluttered noisily on the rubble and dead branches and leaves in the open space, and got wet on the ground, the house and the trees.

Spring rain, like ox hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, is closely woven diagonally.

Autumn rain is like a pearl shining all over the sky.

Paragraph

Rain falls from the air to every corner, and the raindrops are like crystal clear beads, which are very beautiful. Raindrops fall from eaves, walls and leaves, just like broken beads, and finally connect together to form a water column.

the wind is whistling and the rain is pouring down. Recently, there is not even a figure on the street. All the flowers are water in vain, and Jane has become a flowing river with countless splashes scrambling to open. Look, the buildings and trees are blurred.

The rain star is caught in the wind, and it seems to be looking for something on the ground, bumping against each other from east to west. Pedestrians on the road found a shelter from the rain, and the rain began to splash. It's raining harder and harder, and soon it's like pouring. Look at the rain in the air, it's really like a waterfall! When a gust of wind blows, this waterfall-dense rain is blown like smoke, fog and dust by the wind.

raindrops as big as beans fell on the floor, splashing like small fountains. When the spray falls on the floor, it turns into small bubbles. Small bubbles look like small transparent hats. It's really interesting to watch the process of the rain turning into a small hat!

It's raining harder. On the roofs and streets, a layer of misty rain and fog is splashed, just like an ethereal white gauze. At this time, a gust of wind blew fiercely, and the white gauze curled up, and the rain beat obliquely on the stagnant water in the street, stirring up flowers.

suddenly a north wind blew, and a dark cloud surged from the northern horizon, mixed with lightning and thunder. In that room, there was a strong wind and dark clouds filled the sky, and then the raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky, making the households bang. Another fog, deafening. In an instant, the raindrops connected into a line, and with a bang, the heavy rain tilted down from the sky like a falling sky.

Late one night, the clouds were overcast, thunder followed thunder, and lightning flashed in the sky. The wind, blowing hard, made the trees crack, and in an instant, it rained cats and dogs.

On Sunday afternoon, I sat at the window and did my homework. The room looks particularly stuffy. Suddenly. It's getting dark, and there's a strong wind. It's going to rain. I quickly closed the window.

after a while, the thick raindrops fell and slammed on the glass window. The heavier the rain. I went out through the glass window, and there was an incomparably wide bead curtain hanging between heaven and earth. Falling on the tiles on the opposite roof, splashing like a thin smoke cage on the roof. The rain ran down the eaves and began to form a line like a broken bead. There is more and more water on the ground, which merges into streams.

what a timely rain! The corn seedlings in the field will definitely have a good time. I seem to see rain flowing into the fields, orchards and people's hearts.

the clouds cleared and the rain stopped. The sun lit up the earth. I opened the door, and a faint smell of earth came at me. The air is very fresh as if it were filtered. Trees and willows outside the window, after being washed by rain, spread their branches and spread their leaves brightly. Beautiful Label: Composition Classics Previous: Idioms with Days 3 and 6 Next: Beautiful Poems with Paragraphs

Writing Scenery: Describing Autumn Rain

Autumn, the first feeling that gives people is often killing, because it is in this season that flowers wither and leaves fall. However, the autumn rain will have a different flavor ...

When it rains, when you look around, everything on the ground is covered with misty rain, showing the ethereal beauty. The heart depressed by the coldness and coldness of autumn has changed in an instant.

when you are at leisure, you can sit in the courtyard and watch the rain falling, hitting the thick land, the dead leaves and the residual flowers. Fine and soft. Bring a vibrant and cheerful voice. Raindrops beat on the roof, slowly and rhythmically, once and for all, knocking on the eardrum, making people enjoy this natural grace.

(Note: Without the real scene, I really can't figure out how to write a composition about the scenery. The teacher asked me to write a composition about the rain.

"It's raining!" As the bell rang, everyone rushed to the classroom, and it was raining cats and dogs. Many parents were eager to wear umbrellas and waited for the arrival of their children. As soon as I left the school gate, all kinds of colorful umbrella flowers seemed like colorful flowers, but I didn't want to appreciate them, because I forgot to bring rain gear, looked around, but there was still no mother, and the expression of disappointment was all written on my face, and it began to rain in my heart. I had to run home in the rain in three steps and become a veritable-a drowned rat.

when you get home, change your wet clothes, put on a clean and cool casual suit, and then pick up the hair dryer to dry your wet hair. Strangely, I stared at the rain drops outside the window, and the crystal clear rain drops slammed on the windowsill as if playing a grand concert; The raindrops tap-danced on the roof, which shocked people and made people want to dance and revel in the wonderful music of nature.

after a long time, my classmates called and asked me to "step on flowers". I agreed and went with an umbrella in high spirits. It turns out that "stepping on the splash" means stepping on the accumulated water hard. Whoever steps high will win, but seeing everyone wearing rain boots and I just move my shoes, I am a little at a loss! Fortunately, an enthusiastic classmate lent me rain boots to write a lyric composition about rain.

Rainy scenery

In the morning, the sky was overcast, and the air seemed to be solid and stuffy!

before long, a few small raindrops thumped on the glass, and it rained-fluttering silk fell vertically from the sky, like ten thousand silver wires, and raindrops were discharged under the eaves, like a bead curtain. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and suddenly it becomes a thread, and our surroundings become a sea of silk and a world of thread. The rain falls on the leaves of various flowers and plants, and condenses into crystal drops, adding a few glamour to the flowers and plants. On the earth, many colorful "little mushrooms" suddenly grew, and people's umbrellas! Rain fell on people's colorful umbrellas, and the beads of rain crawled slowly, leaving winding footprints on the umbrellas.