Write a composition about the thunderstorm scene

1. Composition describing the scene before a thunderstorm in summer. Before the thunderstorm,

In the afternoon, the sun father-in-law did not know when to hide, the sky became white, the air became more sultry and humid, like an invisible steamer hanging over the earth, countless dragonflies hovering at low altitude, and a thunderstorm was coming.

The sky in the north became gray, and the Jade Mountain in the distance disappeared before my eyes. Pedestrians on the road hurried back, and the birds in the tree did not know when they disappeared.

The sky is like a great magician, and soon it becomes dark. The nearby trees began to nod slightly, and the hot air began to flow slowly. In an instant, the dust was flying and the trees danced disco with the whistling wind.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across the northern sky, making the whole earth bright and white. In an instant, the raindrops as big as beans pattered. . Hit the window hard, and then there was thunder in the distance, and a thunderstorm came.

2. There are 400 compositions describing thunderstorm scenes in summer, and 600 compositions describing thunderstorm with 600 words.

In the evening before the thunderstorm, the weather was sultry and there was no cool breeze. In the distance, dark clouds occupy the sky layer by layer, and in a short time, dark clouds cover the whole sky like a curtain. People are waiting for God to tear this curtain apart, and let the thunderstorm wash the earth completely new and give us a cool world!

In the evening, God tore open the dark clouds, and immediately a thunderstorm began. The marching troops are dazzling lightning and earth-shattering thunder, threatening the storm to rush to the earth with overwhelming force. The wind, like countless whips, caught the rain and pumped it hard on the glass window. The rain really got into the window gap. Lightning is intermittent, like a python jumping over the clouds, and suddenly there is a thunder outside the window, which almost shocked me. It rained for a long time, with no sign of stopping: lightning and thunder. From time to time, God pours out earth-shattering heavy rain with thunderous momentum-the rain is also desperately beating down and the window is scraping.

The rain kept falling and the deafening thunder was still roaring. Finally, it was dawn, and the rain gradually became smaller. It began to look like cloth, then like curtains, like broken beads, like lines. Finally, we could only tell the size of the rain by the raindrops on the ground. Just when people thought the rain would stop, last night's thunder seemed unwilling to fail and came back alone. This time, it failed and the rain stopped. Ah, it gave up! After the rain, the leaves on the tree are still dripping with crystal water, and the budding flowers become watery. Occasionally, birds chirped in the distance. The sound was so green that it broke the silence of the city.

I still have a lingering fear when I mention the lightning that night. I think: Does this thunderstorm usher in a cool summer or a hot summer?

In the evening before the thunderstorm, the weather was sultry and there was no cool breeze. In the distance, dark clouds occupied the sky layer by layer, and soon, they filled the whole sky as dark as a curtain. People are waiting for God to tear this scene apart, so that thunderstorms can wash the earth completely new and give us a cool world! At night, God tore the dark clouds, and then the thunderstorm began to come. The road-breaking troops are dazzling lightning and earth-shattering thunder, threatening the storm to rush to the earth with overwhelming force. The storm caught the rain like countless whips, and the rain really got into the window. The lightning flashed, like a python jumping over the clouds, and suddenly a thunderstorm broke out outside the window, which almost shocked me. It never stops: lightning and thunder. From time to time, God poured earth-shattering heavy rain with thunderous momentum-the rain also fell desperately, and the windows were cracked. The rain kept falling and the deafening thunder was still roaring. Finally, at dawn, the rain gradually subsided, starting like a cloth, then like a curtain, like a broken line. Finally, the rain can only be judged by the raindrops on the ground. When people thought it wouldn't rain again, Thunder seemed unwilling to be defeated last night and came back alone. This time, it failed and the rain stopped. Ah, it gave up! After the rain, the leaves on the tree are still dripping with crystal water, and the budding flowers become watery. Occasionally birds chirped in the distance, so green that it broke the silence of the city. Now I still have a lingering fear when I mention the lightning and thunder that night. I am thinking: Is this thunderstorm ushered in a cool summer or a hot summer? .

4. Write a composition about rain.

"sasha vujacic …" I don't know when it should rain cats and dogs in midsummer, but it rains in Mao Mao in autumn.

The rain seemed to be enchanted by the fairy and fluttered with the rich green of summer. This spirit of nature quietly moistens every corner of the world.

Look! The drizzle like cow hair falls gently on the flowers, and all kinds of flowers raise red, yellow, white, blue, pink and purple smiling faces, which is more watery. Look! Glittering rain beads swim on delicate petals, making them more delicate and attractive; There are several pearls on the green grass. The grass sucks the milk of Mother Sky and rushes up. ...

Gradually, the roof was covered with thin rain and fog, and the water droplets dripping from the roof became bigger and wider, becoming beautiful curtains. Looking at this long drizzle, a beautiful picture is gradually opened in my mind: on the distant green hills, tall and straight pine trees are enjoying the reward of nature, and the mountain stream is humming cheerful songs and slowly flowing down the mountain, smiling and welcoming more brothers to join the team; The river at the foot of the mountain, with the help of breeze and drizzle, makes gentle ripples, just like a shy girl lifting her veil. ...

I don't know when the rain stopped quietly. I can't wait to get to the small garden. The fresh smell of earth breaks my heart. The grass raised its little green head, and its face was covered with water drops, like a little doll that had just washed its face; The slender branches of willow leaves, like a quiet and delicate girl, comb her hair covered with water droplets. The eyeful of green makes everything full of vitality, and pedestrians on the road are full of smiles and high spirits, all because of this natural dew bath.

Night came with the wet wind. On this warm and humid night, I dreamed that I became a small drop of water and jumped into the arms of Mother Earth with a smile. ...

5. Write a composition about the scene in the heavy rain. No sooner had the heavy rain come to an end than it began to rain lightly. The puddle is full of muddy rain. I came to the door, a fresh air came to my face, and a few naughty raindrops kissed my face, which made me awake a lot. I went back to the house and began to do my homework again.

After a while, I looked up and saw butterflies flying all over the sky outside the window, including red, yellow, white and blue … Look! A butterfly is still picking honey on that crape myrtle tree! Its wings merge together, as if forgetting the whole world. Look, those dancing butterflies look like dancers. I hurried out to interview these beautiful dancers. The frightened butterfly saw my unexpected guests fly away one by one.

Arriving at the door, the rain stopped. I saw my mother's small vegetable garden. The roots of green onions have leaked out of the ground, and beans are lying on the ground like drunken idlers. The birds chirped, as if singing that beautiful and tactful song, which fascinated me. A gust of wind blew, willow leaves danced in the air, and then fell quietly on my head, awakening me from intoxication.

Slowly, the sun came out. The leaves of beans look delicate in the sun, like pieces of green jade. At this time, the sun is not as gentle as it was just now. People who are blown by hot air are lazy, as if they were "sleepy" whispering in your ear: "Sleep! Sleep! " I like this beautiful summer, and I like the ever-changing and colorful rainy season after the rainstorm.

6. Write about the rainy scene "sasha vujacic ..." I don't know when it started to rain in Mao Mao in midsummer, when it should be raining cats and dogs. The rain seemed to be enchanted by the fairy, and floated coolly with the rich green in summer. This spirit of nature quietly moistens every corner of the world. Look! The drizzle like cow hair falls gently on the flowers, and all kinds of flowers raise their smiling faces, red, yellow, white, blue, pink and purple, which are more watery. Look! Glittering rain beads swim on delicate petals, making them more delicate and attractive; There are several pearls on the green grass. Grass sucks the milk of Mother Sky and rushes up ... Gradually, the roof is covered with thin rain and fog, and the water drops dripping from the roof are getting bigger and wider, becoming a beautiful curtain. Looking at the long rain, a beautiful picture gradually opens in my mind: on the distant green hills, tall and straight pine trees are enjoying themselves. The river at the foot of the mountain, with the help of breeze and drizzle, makes gentle ripples, just like a shy girl lifting her veil ... I don't know when the rain stopped quietly, and I couldn't wait to come to the small garden. The fresh smell of earth breaks my heart. The grass raised its little green head, and its face was covered with water drops, like a little doll who had just washed her face. The slender branches of willow leaves, like a quiet and delicate girl, comb her hair covered with water droplets. The eyeful of green makes everything full of vitality, and pedestrians on the road are full of smiles and high spirits, all because of this natural dew bath. At night, the wet wind came. On this warm and humid night, I dreamed that I became a small water drop and ran to the embrace of Mother Earth with a smile.

7. Write a composition according to the fragment of the text Thunderstorm. When I was growing up, I experienced many things, which echoed in my mind like a boat. One of them made me unforgettable, even though I only knew her once.

It was a stormy afternoon, and the north wind roared. As soon as the thunder rang, the heavy rain kept falling like a broken bead curtain. I was walking home with an umbrella. Suddenly, a cool breeze blew, and I couldn't help yawning. I just feel that the road is as cold as a cellar, and the air conditioner keeps drilling into my trouser legs. People on the road are all wearing raincoats and umbrellas and rushing home. When I walked to my door, I saw the garbage dump opposite my door-because of the rain, I could only vaguely see a thin and short old man tossing and turning in the garbage dump with a bamboo branch in his hand. Who is there? This heavy rain shouldn't be a cleaner, should it? I walked over with questions. Turned out to be an old cleaner in his sixties. She is thin and hunchbacked, and her weather-beaten face is covered with wrinkles. She is wearing a small black mask, a tattered raincoat and a pair of old rain boots. The dustman cleans up the rubbish very carefully-she has a shovel in her left hand and a broom in her right. First sweep the garbage into the shovel with a broom, then hold it with a broom, and finally "send" the garbage into the garbage truck with a shovel. I couldn't help asking, "Grandma! Are you still cleaning up the garbage in such a heavy rain? Can't you just clean up tomorrow? " At this time, the grandmother wiped the rain on her body (can't tell whether it is rain or sweat) and sneezed, ah! Grandma is ill. But grandma doesn't care about her illness. She picked up the broom again and said to me, "No! If I don't clean up these rubbish quickly today, there will be more bacteria. At that time, the stench will float into the sky, affecting your health and city appearance! " After listening to her words, I looked up at the cleaner and saw that her dark face was covered with wrinkles as deep as a knife, and her thin body was like a withered mummy. I was shocked. Some people will look down on cleaners because of their humble status, think they are dirty, and avoid them as soon as they see them. But who would have thought that in this rainy day, in this humble place, almost no one would find this "city beautician", let alone praise her, but she still did her duty in that ordinary post. Her spirit is worth learning.

Until now, every time I see the garbage beside the garbage dump, I can see in my mind the scene that the old cleaner once braved the downpour to clean up the garbage. I can't forget her. I can't forget her who influenced my life. She taught me the truth of being a man, the true meaning of life, and that people live in this world to make contributions to others. ...

8. How to write [Thunderstorm] This afternoon, there was a particularly heavy thunderstorm outside. At first, dark clouds rolled across the sky like runaway wild horses, filling the whole sky. Everything around is shrouded in darkness, and thunder comes from time to time in thick dark clouds-"bang, bang". Suddenly, a dazzling lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating everything on the earth. Then there is a downpour, like a splash, like a fallen flower. The rain was not very heavy at first, but sparse, like a string of broken pearls hitting the ground. There are ripples on the ground. Then more and more dense, bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky. The wind blew gently, raising a mist, and then the wind became stronger and stronger, blowing a few times. Pine trees are also dressed in the rain. The rain washed away the dust and soil on the ground. From a distance, the whole city is shrouded in a hazy rain and fog, and nothing can be seen clearly. A small waterfall hangs under the eaves. Outside, passers-by are carrying umbrellas in various colors-there are waves on the ground and umbrella flowers on the road. The car moved slowly in the rain, whistling from time to time, for fear of hitting pedestrians and passing by stagnant water. On that day in June, Monkey Sun's face changed-it was raining cats and dogs just now, and soon the sun was shining brightly. The air after the rain seems to be filtered, especially fresh. I took a sip and felt very comfortable. The water drops hanging on the surrounding branches are crystal clear. The leaves are washed clean and shiny, just like pieces of jade hanging on branches, very beautiful, even the soil.

9. Write a composition about thunderstorm One afternoon, a strong wind suddenly blew outside. Chickens and dogs crowed everywhere in the village, and the room became dark. It will rain. The leaves shook violently, and there was a "rumbling" sound in the distance, as if it were coming from the ground.

I looked out of the window. The sky was overcast and windy. There are few pedestrians in the street, only a few cars pass by quickly. After a while, it began to rain cats and dogs outside. My window rattled in the wind, so my mother quickly locked it. During the thunderstorm, I can't turn on the TV, computer, tape recorder and repeater ... I want to draw.

Another gust of wind dazzled people. I don't know whose window is open, but there is a sound of broken glass. Wet prints of raindrops appeared on the ground and gradually became larger. The thunder was loud, as if encouraging the rain: everybody jump down! It began to rain heavily. The thunder became brittle, grandma said, this is standing thunder, the most dangerous. Thunder "click" and "click" are really like those written in Journey to the West. Lei Gong and Rem are dancing in the clouds with sledgehammers. The lines of lightning are getting thicker and thicker. When it thunders, a flash of lightning cuts through the sky and goes straight into the ground, making the sky look like day. The rain is intermittent, sometimes big and sometimes small, and the sound of "rushing" gradually fades away. I wonder when it will stop. All the birds with nests have returned to their nests. Those without nests hide under the big tree, shaking the rain from time to time, and then hiding their heads deeply in their necks. This lightning is getting faster and faster, and it appears and disappears. Like a little boy hiding by your side, wearing bleached clothes. That white color is difficult to adjust on the palette. He combined light yellow, orange yellow, gray and light-like white to form the color of this lightning.

After the thunderstorm, the sky seems bluer and the air is fresher. Maybe the thunderstorm cleaned them up! After a while, lightning hit the horizon, the wind ran away, and the rain quietly left.

The ground in the village is very wet. The flowers, grass, trees and trees there are dripping, and the leaves are covered with "new clothes" of crystal beads. There is a small puddle in front of the door, the dog is licking the water in the puddle, and the chicken comes out of the henhouse and feeds leisurely in the yard. Pigeons have come, and the weeping willows by the river are more beautiful.

What a thunderstorm!