Leiting composition

In summer, there is always an unexpected downpour accompanied by deafening thunder.

Tonight, it was raining without thunder, but I remembered many nights of thunder.

If it is a loud thunder, there must be a flash of lightning before it, like a huge sickle of death tearing the light blade of the sky, shining with dazzling silver light. At that time, it was not the moment of thunder that made people feel terrible, but the waiting room that trembled after lightning, which was even more disturbing.

This kind of waiting is naturally beyond my childhood.

Whenever lightning flashes across the night sky in the middle of the night, I always jump down from the crib in horror, run into my parents' room in a panic and snuggle up in my mother's arms. The awakened mother always hugged me tightly, mumbled vaguely and was not afraid. I clung to my mother's skirt, and my hand slowly loosened because of this sentence, leaving two small sweat stains. Mother gently coaxed me back to my room when she saw that I was no longer flustered. I always refuse, still snuggling in her arms, playing with her drooping hair, and not talking about living. At that time, only my father snored and my mother breathed softly. I am quietly bored in my mother's arms, which is the safest place, and that kind of practical security embraces all fears.

After a few words of persuasion failed, my mother also indulged my occasional heels, held me down, protected me on my chest, and gradually got sleepy. I finally fell asleep in the thunder. Sleepless all night, only vaguely aware of the existence of thunder, but not enough to wake me up. In my mother's arms, there is nothing to worry about and nothing to be afraid of.

I am afraid of thunder, but I am no longer afraid, because I can take this opportunity to snuggle up in my mother's arms, sleep at night, and even have some expectations.

The night is hazy, and on this night without thunder, I can't help but miss the thunder.

The sky darkened when it began to rain. -inscription

Sitting in front of the windowsill, enjoying a hearty * * *. The wind is so fierce that it blows like a cold animal growling. Fierce and outrageous. However, the rain scene is getting more and more beautiful in such a wind.

If it rains in summer at night, people can't help imagining ghosts. Especially when there is thunder and lightning, the dance of rain can only appear thin. Of course, the wind is amazing.

And if it is such a rainy color, it has to be said that it is wandering in the world of rainy sea. composition

The wind died down and the rain remained the same. The edge of the window sill is covered with a layer of rain like sand. My pants are wet.

The probe looked at the pedestrians outside the door, all holding handfuls of flower umbrellas. Walking in a hurry seems to be just to complete a task, and there is still a trace of anger on his face. If you stop to watch the rain scene, you will know that many beautiful things are ignored by you in your step-by-step walk. composition

The flower umbrella in the rain scene is very beautiful, but what fascinates me is the water drops falling on the ground. Lightweight, with a little radian, from the corner of the umbrella, grinning like a child, rolling in the pit. Disappear quietly in the ups and downs.

I guess she probably knows people's feelings as well as plants. Seeing so many people in their infancy, I caught her clear eyes when she was in shock. In this way, she was smashed to pieces.

On second thought, isn't everything in the world affectionate? The rain is the same.

She is so beautiful. But like fireworks, they are only fleeting. Therefore, we should explore the unfamiliar beauty with our own eyes in various places on the journey.

It is raining. This is a beautiful rainy scene.

Children's Day is coming, and our school will hold a chorus competition. The students are very happy. The music teacher teaches us attentively, and we study hard. The students all opened their mouths and shouted, but they couldn't practice it after several times. Take me for example. I don't even know the lyrics, and I am humming in class. When the teacher saw us say, "Chorus embodies the collective spirit, and everyone can sing well with Qi Xin's cooperation." After listening to the teacher, we were ashamed, and everyone practiced unconsciously. The teacher saw us enter the state and encouraged us to say, "On the day of the competition, our class will definitely win the first place." The students cheered with joy.

Write a composition about thunder. Dull thunder is coming from the northwest. The dark clouds are getting deeper and deeper, and then the thunder with a string of fire beads explodes on my head. In an instant, the rain poured down like a whip.

The storm roared wildly outside and lit up my room again and again. The terrible thunder rolling in the capital seems to bring down the building. In the thunder, you can clearly hear the crash of hail and the crash of sudden rain.

Thunder rumbled over the northwest, as if surrounded by dense clouds, hard, dull and dull. Lightning shines like cotton wool in the distant northwest sky and dark clouds. ...

The comment on Lei Lei's composition is probably that the weather has changed and the temperature has dropped. The wind came out and increased the coolness. It's freezing. The sun has already fled. Gradually, the sky became dark. Thunder is like drums, and lightning illuminates the sky. Bai Ou, who flew across the field, became keen and vigorous unconsciously. I also felt all the unexpected weather, flying like an arrow into the distance, and the white shadow disappeared on the other side of the river. The distant mountains are still connected, towering, densely forested and shaded by red flowers and green trees. Accommodate strangers. As solemn as a Buddha statue. Besides, are they afraid of thunder? Do they also understand the majesty of thunder? Thunder, you resound through everything and shake everything. You make people's ears tremble and tremble. Are you a powerful warning to the world by the gods? Then, let this mighty thunder spread far and wide! A gangster who moves at night will only scare him. Cruel Butch, let him escape to the mountains. All the jackals, all the sinister intentions, will be spurred by this thunder. As a warning. So, who dares to do such a thing? Who dares to defy the majesty of heaven?

Just thinking like this, my thoughts seem to be wandering. Heroism also seems to be wandering. Li Tianyun stupefied at the world outside the window. Seems to be meditating, seems to be watching. There are few cool weather in summer. It's sultry every day. You always smell of sweat. Seeing that heavy rain was coming, he closed the window. Turn on the desk lamp and the room will light up. He sat by the bed. Be silly. Thinking about ray. The idea immediately came to mind.

Thunder thundered in the distance. At that time, in the pavilion, there were no heroes who cooked wine and planned a thunderous career. Are you ready to compete in the Central Plains and flatten Kyushu? Oh, isn't that Liu Bei? The jade face is handsome, and he hangs his hand over the paint. Be careful. Even a little timid. Eyes as deep as the sea. And opposite him, Cao Cao, with a cold face, is heroic. A plan to test Liu Bei is brewing. He asked with a smile, Brother Xuande won't refuse to join us today, right? Just as the plum is ripe and the wine is mellow, I will set up a coffee table here and put the plum on the plate. Liu Bei laughed at once. How dare you? I'm afraid I can only listen to the invitation of the Prime Minister. Cao Cao said with a smile, I don't want to be forced, but the mountain scenery is magnificent and colorful. With such beautiful scenery, Brother Xuande invited us to gather here. Childhood is a hero. Xuande didn't speak. At that time, he was hoeing in the vegetable garden, and the Prime Minister sent someone to invite him. Cao Mengde's sudden invitation made him fidget. We have to find a way to cover it up and perfunctory. Cao Mengde is not an idle generation, he has a large number of soldiers, and his ambition is comparable to that of a swan. He is a shrewd and heartless thin man. After only thinking about it, Cao Cao asked bluntly: In today's tense, there is no hope for the Han Dynasty. My plan in Cao Mengde is to unite to clean up the river. Brother Xuande, who do you think is the real hero among the celebrities in the world today? Liu Bei looked at Cao Cao and was silent for a long time. He said: the heroes in the world are all hopeless people who are mediocre. Only Brother Meng and I can be regarded as the people who clean up the world!

There was a thunder, and the picture in my mind suddenly disappeared. Meng De disappeared, Liu Bei disappeared, and the mountain view was empty. Li Tianyun touched her hair, exhaled and opened the window. Qian Shan is full of water and stormy. Lightning illuminates the night sky. Only the thunder interrupted his thoughts and strengthened his will.

It is urgent to write a composition with 400 words of Thunder! ! Today! I have been afraid of thunder since I was a child. Whenever it thunders, I will hide in my mother's arms, or simply let my father cover my ears. Only in this way can I feel at ease.

That afternoon, I watched TV alone at home (my parents were at work), and I was bored and a little breathless. So when I open the window, the wind will blow in and I can breathe the fresh air outside. But before long, the sky suddenly darkened and large dark clouds floated from a distance. It rolled like a raging wave, devouring the blue sky, and a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a loud noise roaring in my ear, just like a horrible devil hitting my heart violently with a sledgehammer. My heart felt an indescribable sense of oppression. Even my breath stopped at this moment, and raindrops the size of peas fell from the vast sky. I was afraid to the extreme, so I quickly closed the window, jumped on the bed and covered myself with a quilt. The lightning outside is still flashing desperately, and the thunder is roaring, as if to tear the whole sky. The rain fell like a waterfall, and he kept banging on the window as if looking for me. Although I hid in the quilt, I was still shivering.

Hey, when will this terrible thunder end?

Chapter II: Thunderstorm Sound

Today, I went shopping with my mother, but on the way home, the sky in Wan Li turned cloudy and the rain came quietly.

I don't know when the rain climbed on people's knees, and we hurried home as fast as we could. The rain wet the ground and our clothes, and at the same time played a good beat.

It's raining harder and harder, and its ticking sound is getting clearer and louder.

At this time, the sound of mahjong and voices in the street disappeared. The night became quiet and lonely. Thunder broke out with its sonorous tenor and began a long roar, which made us no longer lonely. But because of his roar, the machine of the power supply bureau broke down and the power went out, and the streets and alleys of the whole county became dark.

I lit a candle and took out a book. While reading, I listened to the sound of rain and thunder. Quiet night, beautiful rhythm, rich and loud roar are mixed together to form a symphony.

The rain stopped quietly and the thunder stopped roaring. I heard raindrops dripping on the windows and leaves, like a lullaby, as if urging people to fall asleep quickly.

The composition of thunder is better than thunder and wind and rain.

Gloomy, like a big black pot on the head, makes people breathless.

Happy ... happy ... happy ... a gust of wind blew and roared like a lion. The trunk kept shaking, and plastic bags of various colors, snack wrapping paper, yellow leaves mixed with waste paper, and dry wood weeds were flying all over the sky. The wind blows sand, dust and other rubbish into the air and then throws it down, which makes passers-by blind.

Boom, boom ... Suddenly there was a thunder, which made the wind jump. The wind turned around and said angrily, "you annoying thunder!" Why is it so loud? My ears are going deaf. " Ray said, "What? Did I shake your ear before I tried? I'll try with some force. As he spoke, he rumbled ... rumbled ... and the thunder grew louder and louder. Feng stared round eyes and loudly at Lei: "You bad guy, you did all the bad things. Last year, you broke the wire and burned many people's appliances. Do you know that?/You know what? Didn't you break the network card of Linlin's computer? The TV news reported that many people died of lightning strikes ... didn't you do it? Ray said, "You are not a good thing either." How much damage does the annual sandstorm cause to the country? "I remember last year you overturned a ship sailing at sea, causing many people to fall into the water and die; You blew down the trees on the road, making it impossible for pedestrians and vehicles to pass; You have also taken off the roofs of many people and made them homeless ... Have you done less bad things? "

Wow ... Rain Girl came in wearing a transparent dress. When she saw the noise of thunder and wind, she said, "Stop it, stop it. You are all bad things. People like me best. I will clean the air, take away the heat, bring coolness and bring thirst-quenching water to thirsty seedlings. The farmer's uncle likes me best and calls me timely rain. " Talking and dancing.

Lei Hefeng snorted when he was so angry by the rain. They both said in unison, "What are you talking about? Do you remember how many houses and farmland were destroyed by floods in the Yangtze River area the year before last? It's not your fault so many people are homeless! What mountain torrents and mudslides have you done? How much economic loss has it caused to the country? " After the thunder and the wind, the rain was silent. Rain thought for a moment and said, "We have done a lot of bad things, and we are very sorry for people. Let's change our temper and do more good things in the future. People will definitely like us more ... "

Boom, boom, as soon as I heard the sound, I knew it was Lei Gong who was beating his unique drum.

I saw pedestrians on the road running home, as if they were afraid of being struck by lightning. I can't help shivering, because I thought of an old legend:

Legend has it that there was a lazy man who asked his parents to wait on him every day, but he didn't know the reward at all. He was even lazier. Finally, one day, there was a heavy rain and a thunder, and the man was killed by lightning. I can't even think about it here, because I usually do a lot of shady things, afraid that the thunder gang will hit me.

I was so scared that I ran to my mother and told her what I thought, but her mother said it was not terrible to thunder. It would be interesting for me to listen attentively! I was still afraid of thunder, but I did as my mother said. Knock: knock, knock, frame ... it's really interesting.

With my rhythm, tripterygium wilfordii unconsciously quietly left, and I was no longer afraid. I just hope Lei Gong can cooperate with me next time.

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

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