Sixth grade primary school composition: Listening to the Rain 1

For no reason, it started raining at noon. Rain is uncommon in the north. If you have been relaxing at home all day, the sound of rain can easily exaggerate your mood.

"The light rain on the street is as moist as butter." Standing on the balcony at home, it seems that it has nothing to do with all this noise. There seems to be something drying in the sun upstairs. The eaves dripping from the roof hit this unknown thing, like a thunderbolt in the fog - "Boom! Bang! Boom! Bang! Boom..." This kind of sound is made by trying to knock something like an iron basin. , this should be extremely annoying to me, and I must get rid of it quickly.

Maybe the family upstairs heard my thoughts, and the annoying sound finally stopped. However, my heart felt empty. Suddenly, I was the only one in this room. Suddenly, I heard the sound of rain outside the window changing. The rain was getting louder and softer. It fell on the uneven wall outside the window and played a beautiful melody. I just stood there quietly, hearing the raindrops outside the window. The sound is sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes loud and sometimes deep, sometimes intermittent. Sometimes it is like the chirping of golden cicadas, sometimes it is like beads falling on a jade plate, and sometimes it is like the knocking of silver rods. This reminds me of Jiang Jie's "Pop Pops" from the Song Dynasty. The poems are not long, but there are two lines that really touch my heart:

A young man listens to Yuge upstairs, under the dim tent of red candles. In the prime of life, I am listening to the rain in a passenger boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low. The wild geese are calling in the west wind.

My career is running for his career, he has been working hard for half his life. But his love for me is like rain, sometimes passionate and sometimes silent. Sometimes it also "moistens things silently" like a trickle and long-lasting flow.

The rain was still falling, and it took less than an hour from the dense drizzle to the heavy downpour. Listening to the rain, I could hear half of my father's life, and I could hear my father's deep and lasting love for me.

Suddenly, a gleam of light appeared among the thick clouds. At some point, the rain stopped. Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Listening to the Rain 2

Thousands of styles and rain, falling one after another, compose the rhythm of life...

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Rain · Intoxicated

The young man listens to Yuge upstairs, the tent is dimly lit by red candles.

Rain brings happiness to people, strength, enjoyment, and intoxication... The young and frivolous idleness in the drizzle gradually develops a suave and unrestrained style. The handsome young man is hidden behind the curtain, the tent is fluttering, and the dim candlelight shines shadowily on the gauze curtain of dreams.

Listen to the rain, ticking, beating the drum and trumpet of dreams, blowing the symphony of dreams. With half exposed cheeks, listening to the throbbing of the rain, the young man's heart began to feel uneasy, enjoying the quietness of listening to the rain, and being intoxicated by the misty rain.

The young man is intoxicated listening to the rain and the heroic voice.

Rain·Drifting

A man in his prime listens to the rain in a boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the wild geese cry out in the west wind.

The rain is like a wanderer wandering outside, listening to the rain and the lonely voice. Lone geese fly by, and the miserable rain adds a touch of nostalgia. Who is at the end of the world? The sun sets in the west, and a melancholy man sits in front of the boat, listening to the continuous rain. The dim rain hat gently holds the rustling rain, and the boat passengers are thinking hard. , sighing gloomily.

Listen to the patter of rain, which breaks the wandering glass and awakens the wandering heart. The autumn frost is rolling, and the thoughts of listening to the rain begin to make the heart of the prime of life anxious. The melancholy of meditating on the rain floats in the loneliness of the bitter rain.

Listening to the rain and the sound of homesickness in the prime of life is wandering.

Rain and cold silence

Now, listening to the rain at the monk’s hut, there are stars on the temples.

The rain pours down from Yue’s pupils, and the lonely tears are floating. Listening to the rain is to listen to the lonely voice. Bit by bit until dawn, the empty and incomplete feeling is the lonely memory of the old man. Unable to let go of the loneliness, the lonely old man stayed in the monk's hut, listening to the rain, desolate, lonely, and sinking into the mud of loneliness.

Listening to the rain, the emotions come and go, knocking on the cold heart and stirring up the painful feelings. Loneliness invades, the loneliness of listening to the rain, the heart of the white-haired person begins to cry, enduring the loneliness of listening to the rain, feeling lonely in the loneliness of weeping rain.

Listening to the rain with white hair, listening to the cold and lonely voice, it is cold silence.

Rain·National mourning

The dream of the future of the country and the people, and the sorrow of the people. Let the misty rain cover your life, and let the sound of rain hit you. Listen to the rain and the ink falling on the scroll. The country is in mourning, the country is in ruins, the drunkard is howling in mourning for the country, there are countless sufferings, listen to the rain and the sound of giving up.

Listening to the rain and the voice of life all your life is a national tragedy.

Listening to the rain, leaving out a touch of the throbbing of life...

Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Listening to the rain 3

It is late at night, and the tranquility of the night is in the air diffuse. I don’t know when, a drizzle began to fall outside the window, like silk, like a thread...

In the night, the jagged shadows of the trees danced with the wind, and their graceful figures were looming in the rain curtain. She is quite shy of a beautiful girl who cannot bear the cool breeze. On the banana leaves surrounding the wall, the small raindrops have gathered into huge water droplets and are about to fall...

At this time, outside the house It's a world of rain, all deep blue. Rustling and confused, the lights of several houses in the alley were still on lonely. The breeze gently caressed my ears, and the raindrops fell on my hair, brushed my cheeks, and floated on my clothes, which was cool and comfortable. For a moment, I was obsessed with the beauty in front of me, as if I was wandering in the long and lonely rain alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella, looking for that lilac-like sigh...

There are many sighs. The raindrops are lingering in the alley, and the vicissitudes of a century seem to be awakened all at once, and the cultural heritage of thousands of years rises with the beating of the raindrops. "Spring beauty is divided into three parts, two parts are dust, and one part is running water. If you look closely, it is not poplar flowers, but the dots are tears of separation." This is the most beautiful scenery where the heroic poet Su Dongpo turned the tears of people leaving and the clarity of running water into parting.

"Sorrows and joys are always ruthless, and every step of the way, they drop by the dawn." The poet hid under the monk's house, letting the sound of rain beat on the past, accompanied by the sorrow and sorrow, and emerged one by one, and all kinds of thoughts dropped in his heart like rain. "The sycamore trees are drizzling more and more, and at dusk, bit by bit. This time, how can such a word be so sad?" This is another female poet who has turned loneliness into a thousand-year-old wine, into threads of sadness all over the sky, and struck her inadvertently. With lonely hearts.

At this time, the sound of rain seemed to slow down and become much softer. The raindrops are like strings of crystal pearls, rushing towards the earth, embracing the earth, splashing water, and arousing ripples in my heart...

Rain is romantic, it nourishes Every loving heart; rain is cruel, it weakens every sentimental heart; rain is also flexible, it enriches and matures every vicissitudes of heart. Listening to the low singing of the rain, wandering between heaven and earth, the night is so beautiful! Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Listening to the Rain 4

I like the rainy weather best, not for any reason, just because there is an annoying sound of rain. The rumble of thunder came and the dark clouds gathered. The sky trembled slightly, and countless lightning flashed out. The clouds became denser, making me breathless. After a while, the rain came, and thin raindrops fell from the sky, looking for their "foothold" everywhere.

When the rain first fell, it was silent and unguarded. Often at this time, its emotions are the weakest and unpredictable. It passed quietly for a while, but the noise was also washed away.

The sky gradually became brighter, and it was at this time that the excitement of rain came on stage. The original silence disappeared and was replaced by hilarity. The raindrops are bigger and denser, like a transparent net. The leaves on the tree swayed in the wind and rain, and the rain cooperated with the leaves, embracing her with slender arms, kissing her, and helping her wash away the heavy dust on her body.

The rain fell gently into the small puddles on the ground, causing splashes of water. When I closed my eyes, the sound of the rain changed. It was no longer noisy, but like a slow cello music. The sky slowly pulled the strings, and the rain slowly drifted. The prelude ended after a while, but the audience was still not satisfied. So, the rain fell even harder, and the bass seemed to find steps one by one, and happily ran to the treble area, dancing happily.

The thunder is no longer so rumbling. Under Yusi's command, it is like many snare drums, knocking here and there, adding countless fun to this music.

Gradually, the rain became lighter, like a child who was tired from playing, no longer cheerful and lively, but a little tired. It softened its steps and walked gently. A hint of cloud appeared in the rain, covering everything. There were little glimmers of light in the mist, and the mountains and trees were all covered with rain and mist. They looked beautiful in the wind, but they also felt like they were in a paradise. Although the sun was not shining brightly, it still had the beauty of a fairyland.

The rain stopped, and I seemed to have had a dream, a dream that tried hard to hide my sadness, a dream that I could not fathom.

I like the rainy weather, not for any reason, just because there is the sound of rain that I can’t get tired of listening to. Composition for the sixth grade of elementary school: Ting Yu 5

As time goes by, we slowly enter autumn. The feeling of autumn is: the weather is cool, but where is the rain? It has also become more abundant and softer.

It has been raining continuously in the past few days, and the rain seems to have calmed down a bit. It is no longer as arrogant as in Xia Tian, ??revealing its arrogance and soaring power. It became tactful, like a boudoir girl about to get married, showing a sense of shyness.

The sound of rain is a natural sound, and listening to the rain is a kind of enjoyment.

Rain brings blessings to the people. Spring rain "good rain knows the season, and spring will happen." The rain gave the poet inspiration, "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." The rain adds a strong touch to the sad atmosphere of the Qingming Festival. With the drizzle, everything becomes hazy again, making No one can guess.

Listening to the rain does not require many people. Listening to the rain does not require fine wine, nor does it require fragrant tea. Listening to the rain only requires an indifferent mood. Neither melancholy nor joy is the best state for listening to the rain. Listening to the rain is like a meditating monk or a wise man alone. Without a settled heart, how can one comprehend so many profound things? The truth? If you ask him why? Buddha said: "It can't be said, it can't be said."

The mind is as calm as water, and all desires and thoughts disappear.

Then read poetry! Tang poems are also acceptable, as are Song lyrics. Reading is a kind of reading with thoughts, no need to speak aloud. As you read, you enter the world of rain, and the rain melts into your heart. "Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently", it is so quiet that people want to fall asleep; "You asked about the return date, but the night rain in Bashan filled the autumn pond", the lonely poet makes people want to cry tears of sympathy; " Lying down late at night, listening to the wind and rain, and dreaming of the iron horse and the glacier." It makes people feel heroic and tragic. Rain can also be heard this way.

Listening to the rain is a kind of enjoyment and a kind of sojourn; it is a communication with nature, and it is also a comfort to seek peace of mind. The arrogant and impetuous Tingyu can make you calm; the melancholy and sad Tingyu can cheer you up.

That’s right, so many thoughts, too much obsession, too much sadness, too much sadness can be released one by one on a rainy night, letting them melt into the rain without leaving a trace. . Composition for the sixth grade of elementary school: Listening to the Rain 6

When I was playing on the lawn, it suddenly started raining. I heard the sound of rain hitting the leaves, like a beautiful sonata and saying to the sleeping leaves: "Spring is coming, wake up quickly." The raindrops fell on the ground, and the diffuse fog flew up, making it difficult for me to distinguish. Southeast, northwest. After a while, the rain got heavier. I hid in the woods and listened to the ticking sound, which really seemed like I was composing a poem.

There is a creek next to me. The raindrops rustle on the water surface, and the leaves slowly stretch out their arms from the soil. Suddenly, the rain stopped, and the sun came out, shining on the water drops and shining brightly. I followed the muddy road and came to a highway. At this time, a car came speeding by. When it passed me, it splashed muddy water and stained my clothes. But I was still very happy because I heard Beautiful sonata.

I returned to the garden, and the smell of flowers and rain hit my nostrils. Suddenly I felt that the world was boundless, so vast, and everything was revived.

When I got home, I told my father and mother how I felt about listening to the rain this time. After listening to it, they said to me: "Is it really that beautiful?" I said loudly: "The sound of rain, as long as If you listen carefully, you will definitely hear its beauty, and it is also the best way to understand nature." My parents decided to listen to it with me next time.

After listening to the rain, I felt that rain is the first sonata of the earth. It makes the earth colorful and dazzling... Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Listening to the Rain 7

Listen, the sound is flowing back and forth in your ears.

In the north, a rain in summer has become very precious and cherished. There was a dry and sultry atmosphere in the air, and I began to expect that rain might be coming.

In the evening, after dinner, I heard the sound of rustling outside the window, so I was ready to face this symphony-like world.

At night, everything seems to have gone to sleep, but the real carnival has only officially begun now. Close your eyes and see the moonlight shining on the ground, making it very bright and bright. Under the moonlight, the raindrops began to fall into a musical score. (Is there moonlight on a rainy night?) Listen, the fragmentary sound falling on the leaves is like a bass violin; listen, the generous sound falling on the ground is like the sound of the French horn It's so grand; listen, it's like a fleeting wave falling on the umbrella flowers of passers-by. , as gentle and elegant as a piano. The conquerors of the world were impressed by these tens of thousands (various) sounds of rain, and thus merged into a wonderful and beautiful symphony in such an orderly manner. In such a quiet world, it seems that I can no longer hear the noise of the market, but what I can vaguely hear is the changes of the times and the flow of time. All spiritual things are constantly changing here, and they are also experiencing birth and growth. , the process of death, these sounds rise from low to high, and finally disappear completely. I listened, but could no longer hear anything. Yes, the same is true in life. You can use sound to filter your heart and make it pure. But if you think about something deliberately, you will find that the sound is not heard. But I was completely immersed in the sound of the rain, as if I had discovered the passage of life. This is what I learned from it.

This day and night, I fell asleep with the sound of rain, only to realize that the sound of rain stayed in my heart everywhere. Whether it is a dream or reality, no matter what it is, life will never change again, right?

This night, listen to the sound flowing back and forth in your ears. Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Listening to the Rain 8

Sand, sand, sand, there seems to be something hidden in the sky. Tick ??tock, look! They came to my house. Take the first train to get where they want to go.

Listen carefully, the raindrops are beating rhythmically, the grass, the flowers, the floating leaves, which one is not their musical instrument? Are you playing for me? No, it belongs to everyone. I closed my eyes, listened, and enjoyed it. At the same time, another guest came. Long time no see, the cute little snails. I recognize you, that hard shell is your home, traveling back and forth across the world. Tell me, have you ever been to Beijing and seen that great capital? Be careful where you step, don't disturb their sweet dreams or destroy their warm home, be careful.

Look carefully, how many residents live in the small flower garden? The new one is, yes, you. Come to this leaf and I will find you a warm home. Want to watch a movie? Then go to the ledge. Join me to enjoy the game of the water droplets. Please don't make any noise, don't disturb their sweet dreams, or destroy their warm home. Be careful, like me, and be a good and polite child.

Listen! Another train is arriving at the station, who is it? secret.

I like rain, especially watching the rain outside the window. The raindrops are beating down, reflecting the faces that are particularly delicate. There are echoes of rain from the treetops, and the dewdrops on the leaf tips are crystal clear. Transparent, embedding the rainbow in the sky. The green grass is particularly fresh, and the flowers are also blooming one after another. Why are flowers so beautiful in the rain? I think it must be because of its character of not giving in to the wind and rain, bowing its head and breaking its knots.

But I always refuse to look directly at the pedestrians on the road. Why do adults always look sad on rainy days? I don't know why...

Even if rain will bring inconvenience to travel and increase the burden on sanitation workers. But I just like rain, to listen to it, see it, and feel its existence. Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Listening to the Rain 9

In this noisy city, it is a kind of enjoyment to be able to listen to the rain quietly.

If you listen to a rain carefully, you will find that a rain actually has many parts, just like a piece of music has a prelude, climax, and ending, and an article has a beginning, a passing, and a ending. result. Rain also has its composition.

The first part is drizzle. There is almost no sound when these raindrops hit the house and the ground, but if thousands of raindrops fall together, you will still hear the sound soft, close, and whispering. If you try to face up, the raindrops on your face will give you a numbing feeling, as if you were sweeping a plush across your face.

Gradually, the rain became heavier. It was no longer a drizzle, but a moderate rain. Puddles gradually appeared on the wet ground. The rain at this time was like a march: rapid and tense. The weatherboard in front of the windows crackled like firecrackers, and the heavy rain formed a curtain, beating its cymbals in every corner.

Gradually, the rain became heavier. Each drop of rain was as big as two grains of rice. It hit the ground and puddles, making uneven sounds, like a concerto, confident. Unrestrained, fast and urgent. The sound of rushing water and crackling sounds all became one, and the whole city was enveloped in the curtain of rain and the sound of rain.

Occasionally, when there is a thunderstorm, the sound is even more interesting. First there was the sound of heavy rain. There was no prelude. As soon as it came up, there were overwhelming large water drops, hitting the weather shield, and a strong and powerful sound was heard, "Crack!" "Crack!". Immediately afterwards, the sound of muffled thunder swept across the city, like a cymbal. When lightning streaked down from the sky, it made an earth-shattering loud noise, like an ensemble of instruments in a band, amplifying the sound to the extreme and causing ripples in the sky. The sound of rain, muffled thunder, and the tearing sound of lightning piercing the sky intertwined to form a wonderful ensemble.

But no matter what kind of rain it is, in the end, there will be a trace of light rain left, dripping everywhere, all soundless and quiet.

After a while, the light rain stopped, the sky finally became clear, and the music of the sky finally came to an end. Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Listening to the Rain 10

I don’t like to sleep in, but it is pleasant to lie on the bed on rainy days and listen to the sound of raindrops outside. The bedroom is right by the river. So listening to the patter of raindrops on the fiberglass shed and the rustle of falling into the water is like a beautiful piece of silk and bamboo music, which makes people feel a crisp feeling in their bones, lulling them to sleep.

Jiangnan, the hometown of water, rains are a common occurrence. Listening to the sound of raindrops and watching the small flower umbrellas of various colors passing by on the streets and roads reminded me of my childhood. .

I still remember that when I was a child, there were a large group of children in the village. Boys had their own boy’s activity circle, and girls had their own girl’s friends. Among these people, I am the most timid, but I am very obedient and follow them crazy. Everyone's circle is different, but somehow, once my neighbor's Xiaoqin speaks, I obey her even more.

One time it was raining, and it was late at night. She didn’t dare to go home to take a shower alone, so she asked me to stand guard outside her door to accompany her. I stood alone under the eaves and didn't dare to look into the house, because there was a memorial tablet on the back wall of the nave of her home, and there was a big black and white photo on it. When I saw the photo, I felt like there were a pair of eyes looking at it. Looking at me, I was really upset, so I could only watch the scene of the rain dripping down the eaves, and kept communicating with Xiaoqin, urging her to hurry up, until she walked out of the room, we We ran to my house together as if we were escaping, and we waited for the adults to come back together.

In between studying, on Sundays, we will also participate in some light physical labor, and we do the most work of chasing ducks. We guarded the small bridge at the edge of the village to prevent the ducks from swimming across.

When it rains, we will run under the small bridge, sit on the straw together, and watch the scenery in the rain together, listening to the rustle of the rain hitting the water, and sometimes we will tidy up her hair. black hair. Thinking about it now, I was so innocent at that time. If it were changed today, it would be a different situation. It was the best opportunity given by God.

Pure friendship is worth remembering. Now when I go back to my hometown, I can still see Qin and talk about it. We will also talk about what happened at that time and put the thought of love out of our minds. , friendship is the most real, just like the sound of rain, which makes people obsessed. Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Ting Yu 11

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and the water-filled sky was about to burst. Finally, there was a muffled thunder and the rain was released.

The rain fell to the ground "tick-tock-tock", and the sound was patchy. They jumped playfully on the ground and cheered. Gradually, the sound of the rain became much louder, and the sound was a little stronger and a little rich. The raindrops hit the ground unscrupulously, shocking the soul, how loud it is, as if playing Beethoven's symphony. Indulging in this fanatical music, I felt an inexplicable excitement and joy in my heart...

The rain showed no sign of slowing down, but became more fierce. The raindrops gradually returned to the waterfall and poured down. The sound was high and undulating. A loudspeaker was created invisibly between the sky and the earth, which amplified the sound and caused the sound waves to continuously expand and grow outward. The sound hits your eardrums directly, and your heart is shocked. How magnificent it is! Your mood can no longer be calm, and it rises and falls with the music. The rain keeps beating on the ground, and from time to time there are splashes of resistance on the ground, and then the water splashes fall back to the ground with a "swish" sound. Isn't this the music score composed by the ground and the rain? The sound of the rain has increased in decibels, The voice was a little sharper and more courageous, as if it was declaring its determination to win. The music continues, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low, sometimes rich, sometimes crisp, constantly alternating, playing a quartet of rainy season music.

While you are still immersed in the wonderful performance, your ears suddenly become quiet and the rain stops! The world is so clean after the rain, and the air is so fresh. The perseverance of raindrops has opened up a comfortable world for us and created a new sky.

What about people? Will Yuer also have the confidence to not be afraid of difficulties and persevere to achieve his goals? We cannot predict what will happen in the next second, just like this sudden thunderstorm, we can Can we release ourselves so freely and fight bravely?

Life needs this suddenness, this release, and this struggle, doesn’t it? Let us be boring in this Let’s add some passion to your life and let this unchanging life have some fluctuations!

The road is far away, the heart is at the feet, and life is in yourself. Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Listening to the Rain 12

"Dap-dap-dap-dap..." There was the sound of an elf jumping outside the window. It was the Rain Baby. He passed through the shopping mall, passed through the hospital, and flew to the window of my house. On the window, it made a crackling sound, which was wonderful. On the road, there were fewer pedestrians. Some were wearing beautiful raincoats, and some were holding umbrellas... After a while, the drizzle outside the window turned into a downpour. The rain always comes in strings, like beads, neither getting bigger nor getting smaller. I couldn't see the scenery in the distance, it must have been blocked by the rain. It seemed particularly quiet on a rainy day. Occasionally, the horn sounded very abruptly, and the wheels of the car ran over the puddles, making a splashing sound. The trees swayed in the wind, playing the instruments of nature in tune with the sound of rain, "rustling, swishing, tacking..." Occasionally, there was the sound of trumpets. I listened to the music sent by nature and looked out the window. Under the hazy gray sky, I felt like something in my heart had been hit hard, and I felt inexplicably sad. Now except for the rain doll and the tree, the whole world fell asleep with the lullaby of the rain doll. It was very quiet. The whole world seemed to be still. Looking down from the window, the raindrops fell from the sky and turned into free rain. From the size of steel balls to invisible. A gust of wind blew by and messed up my neat hair. I felt extremely cool and comfortable. The light raindrops fell on the river, causing ripples that grew larger and smaller and suddenly disappeared.

This rain washed away the sweltering heat of the previous few days and brought a refreshing and cool feeling. It also moistened the dry crops. He sacrificed himself, but saw the smile of the farmer uncle.

The heavy rain keeps falling, the raindrops are big and heavy, the sky is filled with dark clouds, the majestic momentum drives away the boredom domineeringly, you have no time to taste, there is only that piece of fresh and moist land, he has a fierce look, but he is also Make you feel a different kind of warmth.

In the evening, Yuwawa walked briskly and left humming a little tune. The dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and soft white clouds appeared in the blue sky again. The sun showed its bright smile again and continued to shine on the earth. Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Listening to the Rain 13

In the land of Jianghuai, over time, whenever summer comes, the rain always comes so quickly and so steeply. Suddenly there are a few lightning strikes, then a gust of wind, and suddenly a light drizzle. Before you have time to prepare, the pouring rain has already drenched you into a drowned rat.

In the early morning, the weeping willows on the bank of Gaoyou Lake were motionless, the lake was as calm as a mirror, and even the smoke from farmhouses seemed to have stopped rising. The Lover's Bridge on the Baita River is like a black-and-white silent film thrown outside of time, making people feel Zen-like and quiet. The rain will definitely use her destructive anger to break this scene, this Zen, this atmosphere, and cleanse the worldly customs of the whole village. I was hiding in my parents' old tile house, and the only scenery I could see was bead-like water curtains and the vast rain and mist all over the countryside. Drop, drop, ding, ding, dong, dong, the raindrops are beating, jumping and singing on the clear tiles of the roof and in the ditch under the eaves, one song after another, high and low. When we finally stopped, the fields were fresh, with trickling creeks, rushing water, jumping fish, and singing roosters. At this moment, the clear Chuanqiao River and the countryside regained its unique vitality and vitality. vitality. What is unforgettable is the rainbow after the rain. At this moment, it will give you a fresh world.

Scenes like this are rare after all. You will rush out of the hut, admire the pomegranate flowers in the old yard, step on the mud, under the Rouge Mountain where the jasmine flowers bloom, in the Yicao Lake Park where the azaleas bloom, and affectionately embrace the weeping willows by the Baita River. Maybe some poetic words will surge in your chest, and you will chant them loudly to the sunshine. Listen to the rain, hear the tiled houses from the huts, hear the small towns from the countryside, hear the middle age from the teenagers, in the yacht, the lake is wide and the clouds are low. Those thin and dense raindrops flowed through the backbone of the thatch and through the heart of the green tiles, moistening the countryside bit by bit along the way.

Listen to the rain, on the field ridge where the rain is falling continuously. The song of the cuckoo wakes up the sleeping land; the father's shouting invigorates the spirit of the buffalo; frogs chirp everywhere in the green rice fields; the rain plays the chorus of the Jianghuai land. Listening to the rain, under the eaves of the torrential rain, the scent of jasmine lingers in the countryside, and the active creek carries the cheerful fish on their journey. Listening to the rain, gently opening the door of the season in the dense rain forest, even if you can reach out to brush away the white rain falling on your shoulders, you can't brush away the white frost on your temples... Composition for the sixth grade of primary school : Listen to the Rain 14

Spring flowers and autumn grass, summer rain and winter snow, warm days, lightning and thunder... These are the treasures given to us by nature, a rare wealth. But I love the rain the most, especially listening to the rain.

Chun Yu is a quiet little girl, shedding things quietly. As the saying goes, "Spring rain is as valuable as oil." On a spring night, I don’t have to do anything. I just hold a cup of fragrant tea and sip the tea. I just need to close my eyes and think of this picture: The earth is a piece of paper, and the spring rain is a pen dipped in green. , with just one click, the elegant song "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" comes to mind in my mind.

Xia Yu doesn’t have such a good temper. He is like a child. When he is angry, he yells "Boom, boom, boom..."; when he is sad, "Tick, tick, tick..."; when he is happy, he yells "Rumble, boom, boom..." Blah blah blah, blah blah..." and then the rock concert begins! If I listen attentively, I will hear a beautiful piece of music. In order to make the concert brighter, lightning would come from time to time to join in the fun. For that moment, the night became like day. After a while, thunder rolled in one after another, listening to the most outstanding movement.

Autumn is known as golden autumn; the autumn wind might as well be called golden wind; then, the autumn rain will naturally be called golden rain. When I listened to Golden Rain again, everything became silent and quiet. If Golden Autumn is an oil painting with heavy colors, then Golden Rain is the most charming background. In the golden autumn, farmers harvested food and teachers harvested hope, but what about me? What have I harvested? Of course I gained a lot of knowledge.

Winter gives people the impression of being cold and ruthless, but winter rain is very gentle. She fell unhurriedly, melting the ice and snow; she fell unhurriedly, washing away the dust and dirt; he landed unhurriedly, waiting for the arrival of spring.

Look, this is the rain of the four seasons. Friends, fall in love with listening to the rain, it will bring you unlimited fun! Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Listening to the Rain 15

The rain is like soft ribbons falling from the sky. Accompanied by the cheerful footsteps, the long-lost flowers and plants showed bright smiles and were intoxicated. The rain and the natural fresh air bring the body close to the earth, giving the earth a deep embrace, and then melting into the earth.

At different times, rain in people’s eyes has different meanings.

When the climate is dry and hot, people look forward to the rain coming early to moisturize the earth, and have endless desire for rain; when floods occur, people hope that the rain will stop quickly, and are full of endless desire for rain. resentment. And Yu doesn't care about people's mentality at all.

In my opinion, Yu also has the same temper as a child. When you are happy, the drizzle is like silk, cooling everyone's heart. At this time, the rain dances happily with brisk steps; when you are lonely, it seems a little depressed, beating the earth constantly, making people feel a little bit sad. He is irritable; when he is angry, he becomes furious, and under the instigation of thunder, lightning and wind, he causes some harm to people from time to time.

In my eyes, rain is like tears from the sky, and it is also a gift given by the sky to the earth at different times, sometimes making people sad and sometimes happy.

Whenever I calm down, close my eyes, and listen to the rain breathing deeply in hot afternoons, cool nights, dense bamboo forests, and long lonely alleys, the world instantly becomes quiet. It's so quiet that you can throw away all distracting thoughts.

Ah, the rain is coming! The rain is riding on the soft wind, leading the auspicious clouds! She didn't want to wake up the sleeping people, so she used her body to moisten the earth and cleanse the air. The small and weak footsteps are unforgettable, like listening to an elegant piece of music.

Especially when I am upset, I prefer listening to the rain. Listen to the rain with different moods, appreciate different rhythms, and let go of different worries.