Composition of rain

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Summary of Rain Composition 9 1 "Dripping, dripping" The rain just brushed across my nose, flowed over my dry lips and pursed my lips, feeling a little bitter. So this is the smell of rain. I walked aimlessly on the gravel road, letting raindrops flow through my nose and cheeks. ...

Beat, beat, beat. Rain falls evenly on the ground, like the sound of flowers, like the sound of grass growing, like the sound of willow sprouting ... The drizzle is like adding a transparent water curtain to the air, and it falls sparsely. I hold my head high, close my eyes, feel, touch and feel the smell of rain.

The leaves washed by the rain smell of rain, and the dust on the ground is washed by the rain, so I am excited. Soon the wet soil was like a pool of mud. Keep your head down and get closer. The soil smells of rain. However, you have overlooked a certain smell: the smell of opening an umbrella in a hurry.

When I was resting at home, I paced up and down, because I didn't know what I should do at this time, so I came to the window and watched the downpour outside. My thoughts are all outside the window, I can't help but open the screen window, and then open the window "Hoo!" A big, fierce wind swept me, mixed with a little rain, and I couldn't help shivering. In a flash, my hair became a mess. I narrowed my eyes and closed my mouth. I wanted to close the window, but I took a step forward. I approached them and closed my eyes, as if enjoying myself. The wind blows my hair slowly, like a fairy walking on a sea of clouds, and my hair floats very long ... The rain hit my face, although it was a light rain, but

The wind is roaring, the rain is biting, and the crash mixed with sundries is a strange symphony. ...

The rain gradually weakened and lost its original biting. Finally, it only rained in Mao Mao. "Tick-tock …" It fell on the ground, on the face, on the flower branches, on the leaf tips, on the umbrella, on my palm, with a small voice and a weak touch. ...

A wisp of tiredness came to my face, and I turned back to bed and fell asleep slowly. I dreamed that I was in a tribe farthest from the horizon and drank the purest, holiest and most sacred dew in the world. It is no longer bitter, but a satiety, happiness and sweet taste.

Yu's composition summarizes nine articles, two of which are Tick-tock, Tick-tock. Naughty raindrops beat the glass outside my window with their little fists ... "Shua, shua", docile raindrops eat mulberry leaves like spring silkworms ... "Hua", pouring rain is struggling to wash away the dirty road ... On the street, pedestrians are sheltering from the rain, and some are there. The shop suddenly became lively. People are amazed: this rain is really timely; It's raining heavily; I heard that many places were flooded and many houses were washed away by the flood. What a pity!

You said it was raining in the wrong place, and you went wherever you needed it, which made me late for work again. Sentimental rain!

..... "A few days ago, the water you gave us was still undigested, and your stomach was still swollen. You really came uninvited, sentimental rain!

"Big trees and small trees pout." "What am I going to play in such a heavy rain? How boring!

"The child looks very helpless ... I am different, I like the rain.

Whenever it rains lightly, I hold my umbrella, roll up my trouser legs, walk in the rain, let the rain beat the umbrella mercilessly, let the rain splash on my pants and calves, and sometimes reach out and wait for the rain. Cool rain falls on my palm, and I feel very comfortable ... rain, rain, where are you from and where are you going? Please tell me, you sentimental rain!

Early in the morning, I walked against the morning star, and a few rays of rain fell on my face, itchy, as if a kitten was scratching me with its little hair, and suddenly a chill slowly rose from my feet to my waist ... I quickly zipped up my coat, slowly walked up the river bank and looked at the brightest morning star. Because of the light rain, the morning star looks like a piece of gauze, beautiful, like a shy little girl.

I can only vaguely see the tall and straight outline of the distant mountain. If Morningstar is a little girl, then Yuanshan is a slim and graceful girl.

Suddenly, several strands of rain floated in the air and landed on the branches. A drop passed the branch and fell to the ground. These naughty "elves" crossed the branches for a while, used the leaves as an ice rink for a while, fell to the ground from top to bottom, and ran to the tree to play "flying" for a while. Because it was too heavy, I fell from the tree and disappeared on the grass with a "slip".

"Hua, Hua, Hua" The rain is getting worse, so I hurried home. What is different in peacetime is the water droplets that can be avoided, so I try to avoid them. I stood there, bypassing the inevitable.

It suddenly occurred to me that it was raining harder and harder. ...

Yu Yu's composition summed up nine 4 "Hua Hua! Hey! " The wind blew through the treetops and the leaves gave a loud applause. The sky gradually turned dark yellow, as if a few drops of ink were mixed with yellow pigment. All these indicate the coming of a heavy rain.

"Li, Li ..." Raindrops "giggled" from the sky. Suddenly, the rain increased a lot, and the strong wind and raindrops the size of beans held passers-by and rolled like roaring beasts. I saw a layer of white fog on the roof of every house-raindrops hit the roof and bounced back. Look at that, this scene seems to spread out thousands of lines from that gray cloud and gradually sew up heaven and earth. Lightning is also arrogant, like a shining hand, tearing the dark night and grasping it on timid children. Thunder also contributes to lightning rage. "Boom …" It's like a ringing clock.

Rain and moisture seeped in from the cracks in the screen window, sweeping away the past heat and making people feel refreshed.

It's raining harder and harder, as if there were a big hole in the sky. Raindrops fell from the sky, pouring on the roof and pouring down like a waterfall. Fell to the ground and suddenly merged into many "streams"; Watered on the tree, the tree nodded frequently.

Looking at the people in the rain, some hold their heads, take three steps and make two steps, and run home quickly; Some are holding umbrellas, listening to the "pattering" sound of raindrops on the umbrella surface and feeling the cold wind blowing head-on. I opened the window and let the rain drop on my hands. Raindrops moisten my skin and hair. The beads of rain rolled on my body, and the water flowed to the back of my hand through the gap between my fingers, and then slowly dripped on the balcony.

After a long time, tripterygium wilfordii's voice became hoarse, Dian Mu's hand became heavier and heavier, and Rain God was tired. As a result, the weather is fine, everything is quiet, the starry sky is clear as washing, the stars are shining with charming light, and a thin layer of silver gray is sprinkled on the earth to accompany people to sleep.

Rain's composition was summed up in five days and nine articles, and gradually darkened, as if it had been stained with spilled ink. The wind gradually became "tough", and the blown dust rolled in the air and hit the window.

It's cold outside, but it's hot inside, as if exposed to the hot sun.

"mom! You clearly agreed to go out to play today! " I argued fiercely, and I could see from the mirror next to me that my cheeks were very red.

"But ... but it's raining today!"

"That ... that can't help but tell the truth." I pointed to the light rain outside the window. "It doesn't matter if it rains!"

Mother took out the chessboard. "Then let's play chess?"

A sad, sad mood welled up in my heart-mom is good or bad! I forcibly opened the door, regardless of the wind and rain, slammed the door and strode forward. I don't know whether it is rain or tears on my face, let it flow on my face.

So tired! I took a few quick breaths and turned around. Several small houses, tall and short, near and far, can't tell which one is my home.

I walked slowly forward, and suddenly a sand pile appeared in front of me. I lifted my trouser legs and jumped hard. In an instant, my leg was stuck in a swamp bunker and I couldn't climb out.

It's raining harder and harder. The original pea-shaped rain has become a glass ball, and the soil is more solidified.

"Help! Help … "I was just about to shout" Help "when a man with long hair pulled me out with a red umbrella. Look, it's my mother.

My mother gave me an umbrella and went home in the rain. The rain ran down mom's hair and fell to the ground. I thought: maybe my mother didn't take me home because she let me vent alone!

Seeing the word rain now reminds me of that day.

Today, I was having a beautiful dream. I was awakened by the beautiful melody of the dripping rain hitting the window. Slowly open your hazy eyes and look around. It's dark. I turned over unconsciously, perhaps because I was still sleepy. I didn't expect that. I rolled in bed a few times and didn't remember. With this magical and wonderful rhythm, I soon began to enter my unforgettable dream. ...

This melody is monotonous but cheerful, just like the lullaby that my mother sang before going to bed when I was a child, urging me to fall asleep quickly.

The melody sounds slow and long. Maybe Rain God is the only one fighting and feeling lonely. This is the arrival of Fengshen, a good friend of Rain God. The arrival of Fengshen made Rain God happy a lot. Even flowers, grass and small trees are happy for him. They kept twisting their graceful posture and were extremely happy. After a while, somehow, the wind blew harder and harder and it rained harder and harder. This is the lavender fairy who came to see it on the horizon. She couldn't help but put her hands on her hips and said unhappily, "Oh! It turns out that Feng and Yu are quarrelling again. These two immortals are really like two children, and there will always be endless quarrels. In the end, without other people's advice, they got back together, but reconciliation means bickering again and endlessly. " Then he shook his head, expressing his helplessness at losing them. The fairy went over and interrupted their conversation, but they didn't stop there, but the quarrel became more and more fierce. The fairy pulled them away angrily and said to them loudly, "If you keep arguing, people on the earth will not live, and you will never become immortals." The fairy stretched out an arm and pointed at the world with her slender fingers, showing the two fairies how much trouble they had caused. The two big fairies looked down along the fairy's arm, and their faces showed expressions of surprise and shame. The fairy was speechless when she saw them. Then he said, "It's not that you don't get along well together. Why do you always quarrel when you have nothing to do? Look how much trouble you almost got into ... "The fairy looked at them:" Make up. " After the fairy's persuasion, they finally made up, and the weather was fine.

I woke up from my dream and opened the curtains. The sun is smiling slowly, and only water drips on the tiles from time to time. At this time, my heart was integrated into this fantastic music and danced with the music.

It is a new day to start school, and the students are reluctant to leave their warm cabins and embark on a journey to find beautiful dreams.

In the morning, a bowl of delicious broth hit my face and still surrounds my heart. Well, I guess it's about time, so I packed my bags and asked about the taste of home several times, and grandma went to herd sheep. Mom, my brother and I are going to drive a tricycle from Dongguan to Dujuye. To be honest, it's not easy. )

In the afternoon, the weather is heavy and depressing, and the grass on the roadside is swaying. After a while, dark clouds were gathering and a light rain penetrated the road. My mother stopped the car slowly and said to me, "Open an umbrella quickly."

I quickly spread the umbrella and put it in the center of my brother. It suddenly occurred to me that there was a raincoat in my schoolbag.

"Slow down and put on your raincoat quickly."

"This is coming soon, don't wear it."

Say that finish, the electric car started. My mother knew it was a long way to CNOOC, but she didn't wear it because she was afraid that I would be late and my clothes would get wet. But, mom, when you get wet, nothing can make you get wet!

I stole a look at my mother who loved me deeply from the umbrella, only to see her wearing a black coat and being whipped by the rain. I don't know whether it is sweat or rain in her hair, and the rain falls between the feet of rain on her arm. I understand that there is only one belief in her heart, that is, "send me to school."

The surrounding rain was smashed into a series of splashes by cars on the road, and the yellow leaves on the ground were surrounded by rain. I saw the rain from the tricycle slowly dripping into my mother's hair and dripping down my forehead and neck. At this moment, I couldn't bear it any longer, and I choked back my tears and said, "Mom, put on your raincoat!" "

Maybe my mother knew she was tired and stopped the tricycle slowly. I clearly saw my mother's brown face and eyes washed by rain. After I put on my mother's raincoat, my mother started to set out again.

When I arrived at No.1 Middle School, I jumped out of the car, took a big bag of things and said to my mother, "Mom, go, and be safe on the way!"

At that moment, I saw my mother's warm eyes again, where the bread contained ardent hopes and good wishes for me.

I know what you did to me!

Rain brings me full of love.

Summary of nine compositions by Yu 8 "Rain Festival, going back to my parents' home" is a popular holiday custom of Han nationality in western Sichuan. In the rainy season, the married daughter went back to visit her parents with gifts. Women who have given birth to children must bring gifts such as canned meat and chairs to thank their parents for their kindness. For women who are not pregnant for a long time, their mother will sew a pair of red trousers for them to wear next to their bodies. It is said that this will help them get pregnant as soon as possible. This custom is still popular in rural areas.

"Pulling bags" is a folk custom in some parts of Sichuan. In the old society, people were superstitious about fate and asked God to tell their children whether they were good or not, especially the only child was more afraid of death. They must worship michel platini and ask a fortune teller to calculate the fortune-telling relationship according to the child's birth date, such as gold, wood, water, fire and earth. If there is a lack of wood in life, then when choosing a name, you should worship michel platini with wood characters, so as to ensure that your son can live a long life. This trick has been in full bloom for a long time year after year, and it has been renamed as "Bao Bao" since its inheritance.

In the first month of rainy season, michel platini was visited, which means that rain and dew moistened it and made it easy to grow. Others took the time to publish the so-called "The Millennium michel platini" and "A Visit to michel platini". That day, in front of the mountain of Luohan Temple, the road in Cooper was crowded with people. Witches, astrologers, low-priced incense wax, food stalls, and mobile vendors gathered along the road. Good families, dudes, and villagers gathered in groups of three or five, pandering and laughing. Need to pull michel platini's parents with paper money on the table, carrying, holding, leading the doll through the crowd, find the right object in michel platini. If you grow up with common sense, pull a scholar who knows books, rituals and words like michel platini; If the doll is thin, pull a tall and strong person like michel platini. Once someone is dragged to be a "michel platini", some run away and some can't. Most of them readily agreed, believing that this was their trust and that their fate would be better. Nowadays, the "bag pulling" held by Zhuxi Park in the rain festival has become a particularly interesting activity in the park.

Rain's composition summary 9 Rain, although it is the embodiment of beauty, is also the embodiment of naughty. It is transparent. It is a silver thread flying in the sky, a splash flying on the ground, and a string of singing pearl chains next to the umbrella. It is very beautiful.

God kept howling and the roar was deafening. I don't know whether it is the tears of God's sadness or the tears he shed when he was so happy that he couldn't describe it. In a word, rain is like God's lullaby, quietly bringing people in the rain into a naughty world.

Hmm? How can there be small fish like rain on the ground for no reason? How can a string of pearls fall on the inexplicable ceiling over there? No, it's tears of happiness, no, it's tears of sadness. At this time, you may think, is it fun to steal the rain naughty? Oh, that's clever. Look, it's smiling. Can't you see? But it doesn't matter. See the little ripples that goldfish spit on the ground? These are the tears of rain …

"Oooo, oooo, I'm afraid they will change when they flow to the ground, and become river water and sea water ..." But Xiaoyu didn't know it quietly, which really made Uncle Feng sad. Uncle Feng wants to save them, but he can only blow sideways, and the naughty rain will still fall on the ground. Uncle Feng is sad that he can't save Xiaoyu! Yes, Uncle Feng is a good man who is ready to help others. However, you don't have to be sad. Who let Xiaoyu be so naughty, just give him a punishment, hehe!

Naughty Xiaoyu thought she had grown up, so she left her mother-in-law and went underground to find friends. Alas, the mother-in-law cloud is helpless ...

It's raining cats and dogs. Maybe they want to sacrifice themselves to nourish the crops in the field. ...

Expert comments:

The article begins with "Rain, although it is the embodiment of beauty, is also the embodiment of naughty", which makes the image of rain jump from the paper. Even more subtle is the sentence "Rain is like God's lullaby, quietly bringing people in the rain into a naughty world", which is really amazing.