The composition describing the rain on the third day 1 Rain is the messenger of silence. It makes everything look so natural and gives people a pleasing feeling.
Watching the scenery in the rain is like enjoying a famous painting, tasting a glass of wine and reading a good book-every stroke is art, every drop of wine is sweet and every word has meaning. It makes you feel the charm of life, and makes a lost person regain the light of hope and realize the value of life.
Rain is a state, a state of silence. It frees you from the bondage of the world and returns to the embrace of nature. In the rain, everything is still, only you and the rain are left. In the rain, I am most likely to be in a daze. Because I am always impressed by its charm and don't want to wake up from it.
Rain is silent. Look! Rain hits the stone, arousing notes and forming a beautiful song. It sings the warmth and affection of the world. With the wind floating to the ear, telling a story.
Listening to the rain is a pleasure. Close your eyes and listen to the sound of rain hitting the stone. Although the body is still alive, the soul has drifted into a picturesque fairyland. What a pleasant feeling it is to listen to the strong and weak rain! Listening to the rain puts you in an endless sea. In an instant, your mind is as vast as the sea. Make you realize the realm of life, and truly realize the realm of "that person is in the dim light". People have re-established their goals, gained liberation and gained the meaning of life.
I like reading in the rain best. Because rain is noble, so are books. Letting two nobles meet often has unexpected results-the rain will be more beautiful and the book will be more philosophical. This noble and noble encounter will always spark a brilliant spark.
Rain is what I expected. I can do many things in the rain. Rain can make my mood free.
I like rain and the happiness it gives me.
The cold wind came at me mercilessly, making my face red with cold, and the little red chrysanthemum at home was also shaken by the cold wind.
It seems that everything is ready for bed. You see, when the grass turns yellow, the green disappears unconsciously. Although these flowers are still red and white, they are lifeless without green background. Life just disappears in the winter sky.
Without vibrant flowers, birds naturally don't know where to hide, and they can't hear their gentle show off. The sky couldn't hear the birds singing and suddenly became angry. It was cloudy and it didn't rain, let alone the sun. It is just shrouded in a huge gray cloud, which makes people unpredictable. The building seems to have been crushed by the clouds, and it is heavy to stay there panting. Will it be like this all winter? It is really cold.
In the evening, the wind is too tired to stop, and there are streaks of golden light between the clouds, which seems to feel a little warm. I stood up and went outside. Look, the frozen yellow grass is awake and stubbornly green. Flowers also become energetic against the background of green, swinging their waists with the warm wind. Birds also came out, singing beautiful songs happily. Even the gray buildings used to shine. Ah, it's getting warmer and warmer in winter. I think, maybe spring is coming.
Winter, so strange, is it a child with uncertain mood? Or a white-haired old man with a knife mouth and a heart? The morning sky is white, but gloomy, giving people a heavy feeling, and the vitality of everything is buried by this heavy day; At night, the sky is dark blue, like a calm lake. This cool color gives people an unexpected feeling of release and tranquility, just like spring is coming. That's really weird.
Perhaps, the strangeness of winter is telling people that if they can endure the severe winter, they can see the warm spring not far away.
On the third day, the rain was almost written, and the third brother Feng dashed to the left, causing his grandpa and uncle to faint. The leaves rustle, like a lullaby, calling all the small animals to go home and gradually fall asleep. The valley suddenly became very quiet, leaving only the voices of Brother Feng and Grandpa Tree.
Listen, who joined this wonderful music, "sand, sand, sand …". Originally, my sister Sang Yu sang her beautiful ditty. Countless raindrops hit the leaves, the stones and the grass, as if accompanying Sister Yu. I reached out of the window and touched the heartbeat of the rain. A refreshing coolness suddenly purified all the thoughts in my mind.
Suddenly, the harmonious music was broken. Who is it? It turned out that my father-in-law Lei played the big drum and made a "rumble, rumble" sound. Sister Yu Can couldn't wait to sing her high notes. The earth suddenly lights up and becomes full of vitality. The rain falls like a broken pearl. It's raining harder and harder, and soon it's like a downpour. Look at the rain in the sky, it's really like a waterfall! Back, eyes closed, tasting the little drops of rain, I suddenly felt as if I had grown a lot under the rain.
The rain gradually stopped, and the whole land took on a new look. Everything has been turned green by this rain, how fresh and comfortable it is! Birds are singing, as if pouring out the joy after the rain; Small fish scrambled to stick their heads out of the water and breathe the fresh air after the rain; Small earthworms come out of the soil and roll comfortably; Sister Liu invited Brother Feng to help her blow dry her combed hair. The sky has also been washed bluer, like a sapphire. ...
Gradually, gradually, the earth returned to its usual calm. I walked along the stone road, quietly relishing the wonderful melody. The rain is still humming and singing softly, and my heart is particularly comfortable. I think my future life will be as full of hope and fantasy as this rain.
In the early morning, I just pushed open the door and ran into a fairy tale world full of snow without saying sorry!
Snow, like a furry white blanket, brings endless warmth to Mother Earth. You can touch this blanket with your hand, but it's cold and cold. Looking up, snowflakes are everywhere, like dancing angels, wearing white clothes, showing people her most beautiful dance!
Trees, grass, roofs, every corner is covered with this holy snow. Walking in this snow, every step is very careful, not afraid of slipping, I am afraid of soiling the snow. The snow is getting thicker and thicker, and I really can't hold back my ecstasy, leaving a string of footprints on the blank ground!
Outside the community, the wind is whistling, branches are swaying, and people are walking happily in the street. The waves rolled, as if not believing that the wind had subdued it, and rebelled crazily again and again. Between the sky and the sea, I'm afraid only snow can decorate this beautiful dream!
There are sanitation workers and volunteers shoveling snow on the roadside. They want to sweep a smooth road for people, but I'm sorry, it destroys the beauty of snow. In a short time, my body was covered with silver medals, like a general who repeatedly made meritorious military service!
When the wind is strong, snow is blown to the same place, like several machine guns shooting in the same direction. The wind is getting stronger and stronger. Maybe it really stopped when the snow was blown to other places. The dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, leaving only a few leisurely clouds floating in the blue sky. My mood suddenly became clear, and I enjoyed the happiness left by the snow with my classmates!
Some people say that the color of snow is very simple and simple. And I said, its color is not single, it silently and selflessly sets off other colors more dazzling and colorful! In my eyes, snow is beautiful, holy and kind!
Lightning and rain in June blend together, interweaving heaven and earth, gradually pulling this net together, pulling the world together, shrinking, shrinking, shrinking again, and enjoying the same wind and sunshine and the same storm under the same sky.
Rain falls in every corner of the world, and every corner enjoys the baptism of rain. The dark sky presses relentlessly against the earth, and it seems that it will return to the chaos, darkness and lifelessness before Pangu woke up without reservation.
The rain hit every petal, cruelly breaking the flower stem, and the petals fell to the ground, which was resolutely hit into the soil by the rain. After the rain clears, the petals knocked down by the firm but gentle are covered with creases, which, like blood vessels, flow into the soil and corrode and decompose.
The beautiful flowers that only appear in people's eyes have fallen and lost their former charm. Is this the only way out for its fate? No, no,no. Of course not. That's because you didn't see her eyes. After the storm, its roots deepened. The rain didn't kill his charm, but gave it stronger vitality and more dazzling than before.
Rain has given countless lives to flowers.
In some parts of the world, there are no flowers, only cacti and only Populus euphratica forest. This is the desert. People who get lost in the desert have no water, no food, nothing, only the sun and hot sand basking in the sun, and come out alive? No, no,no. Do you think this is an oasis? Without any contact with the outside world, do you think you will find help in the desert? That's impossible! ?
Only rain, if you don't deserve to die, maybe there will be a little "light rain" to wake up your thirsty heart.
Rain gives you life and may keep you alive. However, the rain made you stay in this beautiful world for a while, so you should thank it and the sound of hitting the world with your life-the sound of rain.
Describe the rain composition of the third grade 6 Winter is the season of snowflakes, flying all over the sky; Summer is the season of heavy rain, which hits the ground magnificently; Autumn is the season of falling leaves, falling leisurely; Spring is the season of life, full of vitality, and a brand-new life is born from the roots of the earth. Spring is the most incredible and greatest season of the year.
Unconsciously, spring has quietly arrived, and I saw the new green. The soft spring breeze gently brushed the cheeks, bringing the fragrance of wet soil in spring. Close your eyes and meditate. Spring has really come.
The bleak and cold winter slowly left, and the earth shed its snow robe and put on colorful makeup. I dragged my tired body lying on the green hillside, quietly thinking, watching, listening, feeling, feeling this deep and shallow green and a touch of gorgeous red.
There may be a fountain flowing behind the mountain, cool and clear, with dark green soft moss and algae at the bottom. Some unknown small fish swam around in the water, spitting out strings of transparent bubbles. When they reached the surface, they cracked, so they felt pity.
The rain in spring is thin and dense. Some people say that "spring rain is as expensive as oil", but I think it is more delicate and smoother than oil, which makes people feel comfortable and happy. Sometimes I walk through the crowd with an umbrella, and occasionally my shoulders are exposed in the rain, just feeling refreshed.
After the rain cleared, the earth was dyed into various colors after walking through the rainbow of seven colors, which was no less than the rainbow.
Spring blossoms, everything recovers and everything is full of vitality. The poplar tree outside the teacher has sprouted many buds. Soon, a green leaf will be swaying in the wind. I smiled. Spring is really attractive, which makes me deeply attached to her.
Gently touched by the spring breeze, the kite was lifted into the air, flying in the air, colorful lines wrapped around it, and the flying kite jumped.
Spring can be prosperous, fresh, simple and charming. It's just, it's just, I'd like to stay a little longer in spring and live slowly. In this way, we can not only keep this beautiful spring, but also keep our precious youth.
In spring, I hope you will always keep your beauty, and I will always keep my youth!
A cool breeze blew, and the winter rain turned into a misty veil. Looking up, the rain fell gently on my cheek. Although there is no new green outside the window, the faint dark yellow is dancing obliquely with the wind and rain.
I suspect that there is magic in winter, and there is a layer of ash floating in the blue sky. Fog-like rain falls on the yellow leaves, and the rain ripples on the leaves ... The rain is getting bigger and bigger, but it is still gentle. At this time, the drizzle lightly jumps between heaven and earth, and "ticks" to convey information to heaven and earth.
My hand crossed a beautiful arc in the rain, but suddenly I found several lilacs blooming in winter: the tiny petals of lavender were surrounded by golden stamens, and some petals were knocked out by the rain, still looking slender. Whether it is spring rain or winter rain, I'm a little confused, but what does it matter? No one felt the biting cold, but it was very refreshing.
The continuous winter rain is still raining, and the rain is still raining, nourishing everything in the world. Imagine that with the wind and rain, the leaves are drenched in the rain and slowly pass over my head. The rain is gradually, gradually, small. Like an amiable grandmother, gently stroking my face with endless fantasies. Rain, like a naughty little brother, sprinkled thin sugar on my head and kept saying, "Eat, eat quickly!" " "I shrugged helplessly.
The rain is getting smaller and smaller, and there is a golden sun on the horizon, which gradually covers the rain. There is another beautiful scenery line in the rain, not a rainbow, but the sun! It's still raining, from one layer of rain to several layers of rain, everything is clear and bright. The rain is no longer jumping lightly. Looks tired, but not exhausted. Take the time to play again and see the scenery in winter. Rain is falling bit by bit, only to see some naughty rain in the distance, and I don't want to reach the ground for a long time.