Tell the composition of the third day (20 popular articles)

Narration composition third day (1)

Rain is the sigh of the sea, the tears of the sky, and the smile of the field. They fall from the sky, accompanied by cheerful footsteps, and with the natural fresh air, they gently close their gentle chests to the earth and melt in the soil. Ah! This is Yuer's happy and quiet life.

The wind blows and the spring rain drizzles. The whole earth is filled with the slanting wind and drizzle, and the light rain falls happily from the sky. They are the angels brought by Spring Girl to fulfill their duties - to brew life and bring rebirth!

The rain scattered, falling on the body of grass, on the branches of trees, on the dry soil. They call friends and lead companions, jumping and running in the air. Gradually, they have more partners, moistening the earth and bringing vitality. The grass straightened its waist under their washing, which was green enough to make people's eyes. The fields give off the fragrance of soil in their moisture. The air becomes fresh and natural in their washing.

They not only irrigate the seedlings, clean the dust, but also infiltrate people's hearts. They are the seeds of love and selfless emissaries. They moisten the earth with smart voices, strange bodies and clear hearts, and awaken people's sleeping hearts. In their extremely short life, they heard only laughter and laughter, but no sorrow or complaint. Every drop of rain brings love and blessing, wakes up the sleeping seeds, wakes up the sleeping earth. In fact, in life, there are many people like rain! They silently dedicated themselves to their work. Although living in poverty, life is short, but never any complaints. If we can be like Yuer, with a peaceful mind, broad-minded mind, optimistic attitude and selfless dedication, then our life will be colorful, rich and happy. Forget your worries and troubles, and be a happy person!

Rain! In the afternoon of summer, in the cool autumn night, in the dense and quiet bamboo forest, in the long and lonely lane, I heard the thin footsteps of rain again and again, and heard the deep breath of rain. I have deeply impressed the most moving sound of rain in my heart and will treasure it forever.

Oh, I understand, I really understand, this is the heart of the rain!

Narration Composition Junior Three (2)

Rain is very different in the eyes of different people. In the eyes of the frustrated people, the rain adds to sadness; In the self satisfied people's place, the rain has a special interest. The following is the story composition of Rain provided by Chinese fans. I hope you like it.

Part 1: 600 words of rain

Listen, I am falling in the flexible voice between the eaves corrugated; Look, I am floating in the woods and fields with that strange shape; Wu, I stopped in the clear mind between my cheeks

Listen to my voice! Like beads embedded in glass, like music blowing into my heart, like waves pouring into the shore, close your eyes, listen to my feet, and make a careful guess. Is it a poem with hair blown by the wind? Is it a flower overturned by the spray? Is it still a running stream? Ah! So it's me, quietly coming to your eyes, bringing you the sound of gently shaking off flowers and weeds, putting on a clean and quiet coat for you, willing to talk with you at this window, do you hear?

Take a look at my body! Like a sharp sword, like a flower needle, like a silk thread, like a gauze, knocking at your window, falling down, from silk to drops, from drops to strings, I am dancing, I am flying, in front of the children, I also take some childish, unwilling to melt between the soil and water, then splash water, or make a noise, in the eyes of adults, I am not willing to be outdone, Use my body to moisten the faces of passers-by, wet their skirts, decorate their glasses, and hit their foreheads, but the tangible I will eventually merge into rivers, lakes, and seas, become invisible, and disappear with indifference. Do you see the shape at that time?

Understand my heart! In the dry land, I would like to moisten the soil. In the flood, I would treasure myself and prefer to melt the steam rather than spill the disaster. Therefore, my heart is clear and kind. I use my life to exchange the truth, goodness and beauty of the world, and abandon the falsehood, ugliness and evil. I want to refute the poem "The wind and rain come at night, and I know how many flowers fall". How can my arrival leave flowers falling? Instead, it should be changed to "When the wind and rain come at night, the flowers will blossom." It is right. Do you realize the clarity of my soul?

I, the rain, spilled down my heart, soaked the earth and irrigated my heart. In the changing days of the four seasons, spring, summer, autumn and winter, I walked softly, but I never went back. Have you read my heart tune of rain?

Article 2: 600 words of rain

Some people in the world like the vigorous spring rain, while others like the poetic summer rain. But I only like mature autumn rain.

When it comes to autumn rain, it is not as light as spring rain, but more profound. When it comes to autumn rain, it is not as hot as summer rain, but more calm. It comes from the heaven and dilutes the summer heat; It comes from the halo of time and space, knocking the bell of autumn; It comes from the edge of the rainbow and paints the earth a light golden yellow. Gusts of cold wind hit from behind, making people feel the coldness of autumn rain imperceptibly. Then clouds darkened the blue sky, and then large raindrops fell from the sky. With a crash, the earth burst into flames, and the sound of rain was as clear and beautiful as pearls falling into a jade plate. They hit the earth with their rich bodies, leaving their marks on the earth, as if they were warning the earth not to forget themselves because of the cold winter. When I woke up, I was shocked to find that the earth had been covered by frost, which made people suddenly feel quiet, and suddenly became a scene of "dew from tonight white". The roadside vegetation, after the baptism of autumn rain, has already turned its own color back into mature yellow; The chrysanthemums in the garden are bursting with rain. The fragrance of the soil mixed with the coldness of the rain, and the hair spread everywhere, which is quite different.

Recalling the sound of autumn rain, it seems that there are thousands of brave men fighting on the battlefield, which is powerful and powerful. It is not like the childishness of spring rain, which cannot stand the test; Recalling the strength of autumn rain on the body, it looks like countless ice grains falling on the body, which is strong and resolute, not like the tenderness of summer rain, but fragile and vulnerable; Recalling the temperature of the autumn rain, it is colder than the previous rain, which makes people realize the real rain. It is the cold that makes the autumn rain more mature. Spring Rain is a lovely child, Xia Yu is a beautiful lady, and Qiu Yu is a strong, mature, powerful warrior. Use your strong and hard body to rush forward and knock the bell of autumn.

I love autumn rain, just because it has a strong, mature, strong and powerful national spirit, so unique, so unique.

Article 3: 600 words of rain

When I was a child, I lived under a tile roofed house. Whenever it rained, I could hear the piteous sound of rain. When I grow up, I live in a reinforced concrete forest, and I can't hear the sad sound of rain. It seems that my life lacks a lot of aura, and my heart is slowly deserting when I lack something soft and weak that can move people.

So I miss the sound of rain in the tile roofed house.

Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock the heavy reinforced concrete buildings. The tile roofed house is different. The raindrops on it jingle and make a beautiful sound at once. Those who are in the hut are blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When the rain is rapid, the sound will be loud and generous, like a hundred horses singing together, like ten thousand horses leaping. When the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and softly sinks into your heart, like the breeze in warm spring. The tiles seem to be specially set for rain. They play dutifully, and endless feelings will emerge from your heart when you listen to the rain.

People like to sit down quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and sighs. The dying patriots have the ambition of "lying at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse dreaming of the ice"; The beauty at dusk has the grudge of "yellow leaf trees in the rain, white headed people under the lamp"; Acacia lovers have "Indus and drizzle more, to dusk, bit by bit" of the mind; The amorous poet has the reverie of "listening to the spring rain in the small building overnight, selling apricot flowers in the deep lane in the Ming Dynasty".

Rain has become a messenger for people to embellish their feelings and express their wishes.

In my spare time, I was lucky to return to the place where I used to listen to the rain. It happened to be a light rain that day, and I heard the sound of rain that was both familiar and vivid. In the confusion, there is a strange sentiment in the rain, which is the kind of communication that has not been made for a long time. It keeps me away from thousands of miles and shows me that it is good for my eyes, but I can feel the smell of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. I have a sound feeling of waking up from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after going through confusion.

Oh, what I meet in the rain is my self that has been separated from time and space. It tells everything before me. I hesitated. I asked myself: Who am I? Is it still me?

There is a word that goes: "The young listen to the rain song upstairs, and the red candle faints the tent. Ding Zhuang listens to the rain in the passenger boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the wild geese call the west wind when they interrupt.". Life circumstances are different, the feeling of listening to rain is also different. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the torrent of true feelings, listening to the murmur of time. The sound of rain strikes not only the echo of time, but also the regret and melancholy of the past. It seems that only in the light rain of the tile roofed house can the soul breathe and life continue.

The rain is still ringing, like my real heartbeat

Narration composition third day (3)

I am a happy and quiet rain. I am ordinary and small. God scattered me from the sky to the earth. I left my sweet white clouds and started my journey of growth.

Listen! "Tick tock", this is my happy footstep. Seeing us, the country is laughing, and the flowers and plants are raising their heads. Even the air has become fresh and humid.

I am not the rain in July

The rain in July roars, contends with the billows, and wipes the earth fearlessly. People hate it, and plants fear it

And I, the continuous rain in April, gently infiltrated into the children's clothes. Stroked the children's faces. People are looking forward to my arrival. When I come, I kiss the flowers and hold the leaves to make them more fresh and charming. The flowers blush, the trees turn green. Here I am, everything has come back to life

I am not the rain in mid spring

The mid spring rain was freezing cold and piercing. It came. Although it was not big, people could hide everything they could. Those who could not, trembled and shrank in umbrellas. From time to time, there was smoke in their mouths. The crops were frozen into the soil.

And I, the April rain, warm and selfless, I came, although only a few thin lines, but people saw me, all rushed out; When the crops saw me, they drilled out jade like seedlings; The flowers straightened up and waved a beautiful and moving smile to greet my arrival; The woods also raised their arms, hoping to give me a strong and lively embrace.

I was intoxicated and fantasized... Finally, the sun came out, and I put my sweet white clouds in my swaddling clothes to nurture my next growth journey!

I am willing to be a small raindrop to add a piece of beauty to the world!

I tell you with smart voice, strange body and clear heart, I wonder if you can understand my heart tune of rain?

Narration composition third day (4)

I come from the sky and am the messenger sent by heaven to moisten all things. But every time I come here, it is very sudden, causing you to be hurt. I was kind-hearted and didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted to gently touch you and kiss your forehead to give you a surprise. These are all my feelings from my heart, but I never thought that these hurt you.

Whenever I see you hiding from me with an umbrella, I will be very sad. So I began to cry non-stop. Sometimes cry loudly, sometimes silently.

Until one day, I opened my crying eyes. I was stunned. The whole world was drowned by my tears. A child was lying on a stone with tears. He died. He was wet by my tears and froze to death at night. All people are gazing at the sky, shouting: "Heaven! Don't rain again, we have no way to make a living!" This sentence is like thunder in my ears. It wakes me up when I sort it out, reminds me that my mission is to nourish all things. How can I destroy the world?

So I decided to let go of my feelings for you and let the sun shine the world back to its original appearance. I regret that I will not destroy the world because of my own frankness.

But I want to tell you sincerely that my coming is my missing for you has become a step. Please don't refuse me, don't refuse me, let me touch you well, and leave a kiss on your forehead sweetly.

Narration composition third day (5)

I came to this land in liquid form. I came here from a very far place, where mountains stand tall and white clouds fill the sky. When I grew up smiling in the swaddling clothes of white clouds, I came down to the earth from high altitude.

When Baiyun built a platform for me, I jumped down from the sky. When Uncle Feng is not at home, I will fall vertically to a place that needs me. I go to every corner of the world to enjoy the local puppet, but I mostly go to the equator. Because people there need me more, it is actually too hot, and I need to cool down.

I am a happy and quiet rain. I float down in the sky, accompanied by my cheerful footsteps, flowers and plants ripple out of intoxicating laughter; After waiting for a winter, the fields and pastures opened their arms to meet me. In order to thank them, I turned the mud in the fields into cream, allowing the pastures to pump out new seedlings of honeysuckle; The pond and stream waiting for a winter warmly embraced me. In order to thank them, I jumped the fish in the pond happily and let the stream sing a soft tune. But when it's cold, they hate me coming in liquid form before, and hope to float down like snowflakes. I really like that, but it's hard to do it because of the weather.

The sound of rain you hear is really the sound of my knocking on the earth with my life. I drip into the eaves between the corrugated, flowers and trees, rivers, lakes and seas. Different sounds mix together to form a most emotional poem. This poem is not very familiar with you, because you may not have a pair of good listening ears, and you are not used to reading natural poems with your heart. So please calm down and close your eyes. On a summer afternoon, on a cool autumn night, in a dense and quiet bamboo forest, in a long and lonely lane, listen to my slender feet and my deep breath.

Since ancient times, when people talk about me, their feelings are always very complicated. In the warm spring, people hope that I can come in time to irrigate the crops with some rain; During the drought and light rain, I am an angel that people are eager to see. I hope I can come as scheduled; When the rain is falling, I am also the culprit of the flood disaster. People are afraid that I will flood the bridge and farmland, so they build dams and embankments.

With the natural and fresh air, I gently close my gentle chest to the earth and melt in the soil. "I come, I will not go back".

Narration composition third day (6)

"It suddenly occurred to me that Grandma once said that the sound of rain falling was that they were telling their own stories. So I went out and entered the wet world to listen to them.

Listen to the dance steps of the rain.

The raindrops happily danced tap dance on my umbrella. Although the dance steps were very weak, they were firm and powerful. Some more mischievous raindrops also jumped on my shoes and made delicate little water splashes at my feet. I reached out my hand to touch them, and they turned to waltz at my fingertips again. Every raindrop is an active life. Their dancing steps make the whole world become flexible.

Listen to the sound of rain.

When raindrops fall in different places, they sing different songs. The most beautiful one is on the leaves. They are singing and dropping on the originally dusty leaves, while singing and dropping the original dust. At the end of the song, the leaves turned back to transparent new green, and each leaf seemed to have a lot of savings, smiling and swinging contentedly, like a new beat for the next song of rain. So the raindrops began to sing the next song more vigorously. The melody was high and low, the rhythm was slow and fast, and the voice was filled with the satisfaction of dedication.

Listen to the story of rain.

The rain washed the whole world over and over again, and I suddenly understood that rain is the tears of the sky. The sky and the earth pour raindrops to the earth. Although they don't give up, they still smile and shed tears. Clear tears wash everything and make the world crystal clear; Warm tears will moisten and caress all the dry things, so that they can regain the power of life. Tears flow wantonly in order to laugh happily later. When the raindrops have completed their tasks, the sky will smile, blue and sunny. "

Narration Composition Junior Three (7)

It's misty and rainy.

Gently I came.

I waved my sleeves.

Don't take away a cloud.

Floating and sprinkling. The crystal rain is my beautiful shadow; Moisturizing things silently is my slow footsteps; The innocent smiling face on the childish faces of children is my face; It is my voice to tap the top of the umbrella; The fragrance of earth after rain is my breath; Gentleness and quietness are my character.

My footprints are all over the country.

Here I am in the bustling city. Urban people live in the hustle and bustle every day, and their hearts desire ease and tranquility. My arrival has changed the whole city. The buildings are bright in color, the trees are verdant, the roads are clean and wet, and the flying cars are splashed with water, which is particularly beautiful in the brilliant sunshine. As soon as pedestrians swept away their serious faces, they all changed into big smiling faces. Hold up small umbrellas of light blue or pink, and walk quietly and happily with me.

We are so happy with our jumping steps and happy smiling faces.

In the quiet countryside, farmers have been looking forward to seeing me for a long time. The old lady sitting cross legged on the kang looked at me out of the window happily and murmured, "It's finally raining." She bowed her head and continued to make the unformed insole in her hand. A satisfied smile overflows on a wrinkled face. When the urchin in the field saw me, he ran and jumped, shouting, "It's raining, it's raining!" The crops were green, the grass was green, and the fragrance of the soil was everywhere. The children who refused to settle down for a moment played in the puddle, and had already forgotten their parents' advice. Roll up your pants and stand in the puddle barefoot. With a strong stomp, the mud splashed everywhere. There was no time to dodge. The happy faces were covered with mud, but they could not hide their happy smiling faces. Joyful laughter fills the world.

The joyful children's voice fills my heart, and I smile happily.

I am happy, because you are happy;

I am happy, because you are happy.

Gently I left, just as I came softly;

I gently waved goodbye to the clouds in the west.

Narration composition third day (8)

I am a happy and quiet rain. I am ordinary and small. God scattered me from the sky to the earth. I said goodbye to my sweet white clouds and started my journey of growth.

Listen! "Tick tock", this is my happy footstep. Seeing us, the mountains and rivers are laughing, the flowers and plants are raising their heads, and even the air has become fresh and moist.

I am not the rain in July

The rain in July roars, contends with the surging waves, and flies across the earth without fear. People hate it, and plants fear it

I am not the rain in December

The December rain was cold and piercing. It came. Although it was not big, people could hide. Those who could not hide were trembling in umbrellas. From time to time, there was smoke in their mouths. The crops were frozen into the soil.

And I, the April rain, warm and selfless, I came, although only a few thin lines, but people saw me, all rushed out; When the crops saw me, they drilled out jade like seedlings; The flowers straightened up and waved a beautiful smile to greet my arrival; The woods also raised their arms, hoping to give me a warm hug.

I was intoxicated and fantasized... Finally, the sun came out, and I put my sweet white clouds in my swaddling clothes to conceive my next journey of growth!

I am willing to be a small raindrop to add a beautiful part to the world!

I tell you with smart voice, strange body and clear mind. I wonder if you can understand my heart tune of rain?

Narration Composition Junior Three (9)

The most beautiful; Spring rain is the most beautiful in spring. Spring rain is not so much a wonderful natural phenomenon as the first messenger to nourish the soul in a year.

Before I came, I didn't have the sky as full as before the summer rain, nor as cold as before the autumn rain, but I could still see the swallows flying low, rather than the sky being pressed low by the breeze. The earth in April is filled with gentle rain. All life on the earth is waiting for the time when the rain comes. The fields and pastures have been waiting for a long time, and the fish ponds and streams have also been waiting for a long time. They waited for three seasons, and finally let them look forward to it.

The sky has quietly covered me with a layer of very pale, seemingly invisible silver. The light of the sun softened, because he hid in the thin clouds. When the rain came, I walked very quietly, and in a soft voice, knowing my arrival, I purposely stopped beating gongs and drums, which made my arrival more mysterious. I quietly weaved my love into heaven and earth and touched all the children on the earth. The rain, like the mother of every child, was sweet and sweet with their nickname. Just then, the rain said, "Here I am, the earth of April that has been waiting for a long time!"!

In another flash, the rain became thicker, the outline was clearly visible, with yellow green, flashing light, with crystal, falling, falling. Just when I am about to disappear in the mud, please don't want me, touch me gently with your forehead, and let me kiss your cheek gently! I will sink into the earth silently. Du Fu wrote: "Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently... I dare not exaggerate to the poet, but when I came, I had a voice, moistening the flowers and condensing into the sound of flowers;"; Melt into the stream and become the sound of water flowers surging; The irrigation of the fields became the sound of celebrating the harvest.

Amber, pearl, crystal, agate, emerald, diamond,... may be more crystal clear and valuable than spring rain, but it is less than spring rain. Maybe every season has rain, but in the rain of the four seasons, he is the first to unreservedly dedicate all his life to all life

Narration composition third day (10)

Rain is the sigh of the sea, the tears of the sky, and the smile of the field. They floated down from the sky, accompanied by happy footsteps, and with the natural fresh air, they gently pressed their gentle chests close to the ground, telling, telling—— notes preceding the text of a book or following the title of an article

Tell the sorrow of separation

The Double Seventh Festival is a traditional Chinese Valentine's Day. It is said that on this day, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, who have been separated for a year, will meet at Queqiao and talk to each other. They were originally a pair of lingering lovers, but they were separated by the Milky Way because they violated the laws of heaven. Their story moved magpies, so they can meet each other on the seventh day of July every year. Today, the seventh day of July is still China's Valentine's Day.

How can such a festival be embellished with less rain? After a day of brewing, the rain finally poured out uncontrollably, making the Tanabata more beautiful. This rain is no longer intermittent, but an uncontrollable torrential rain. It tells the sadness of parting and interprets the love that moves the world.

Tell the love of classmates

The heavy rain is thrown into the embrace of the earth without fear, and the rain world is outside the window. Sitting in the classroom, you can still hear the sound clearly. What should we do when we knock on people's hearts? How can I go home?

At last the bell rang. But this pouring rain has no intention of ending. I stood by the roadside with mixed feelings. Then a familiar figure appeared in the rain. Yes, he is my classmate. I was overjoyed and asked him to take me back with me. But I regret it. Will he agree to go with me in such a heavy rain? Surprisingly, he agreed. So we set out on the way home together. This rain has composed the friendship between students, telling the meaning of acquaintance and mutual assistance.

The rain kept falling and kept telling. It brings people endless enjoyment and understanding.

Narration Composition Junior Three (11)

At dawn, I came quietly by the breeze, and touched the strings of the harp quivering between heaven and earth. The notes were beating. The vast land, deep forests, and blue oceans woke up together. The cool wind was the first breath of this wonderful world. I use my heart, a fresh and soft heart, to attach it gently to the eaves, stone slabs, grass, white rabbit hair, rough tree trunks, and new nests built by swallows... I weave a net of countless small drops of water on the children's black hair. Transparent drops hang on your long eyelashes, blurring your vision and outlining a young The lost outline, standing quietly in the distance, still stubbornly looking at the farther out of sight.

I understand the concerns of each child, and also talk with the leaves. We embrace each other and can't wait to exchange the concerns of the children that we have heard, so you can hear the dense rustle in the rain. That is the drum beat of the music in the forest rhapsody, and it is also the cry in my heart that I have tried my best. Although it is insignificant, I still long to express my sincere concern and blessing for you. Whether it's the swaying leaves, looking up at your grass, or a beautiful arc drawn by a butterfly in your sight, there is life to embrace you... We have always been by your side, from birth to death, we have always looked at you, and want your natural beauty.

I said I know, yours. I just want to gently soothe your heart and tell you the truth. In front of the truth, everyone is peaceful and brave. In fact, I am the flower of truth, which splashes at your feet, blooms, blooms, melts, and is quiet, waiting for the next life to bloom. "

Narration Composition Junior Three (12)

"In the south of the Yangtze River, there are always light and crystal fairies flying in the air. All the year round, the rain fairies always pacify people's hearts and express their happiness. People's moods always change with the weather.

The rain in spring is just as expensive and moist as butter. When the thin, gossamer raindrops pass through the sky, as if to weave heaven and earth together, it is the time when the earth and white clouds are lovesick. The rain elves started from the white clouds, jumped down from the clouds and knocked on the eaves, playing a song of joy. Then he flew down lightly, gently pressed close to the earth with his wet chest, listened to the joyful voice of the earth, and appreciated the smiling faces of the seedlings

Summer rain is always as fast as wind and as fierce as fire. When the earth is steaming in summer, people are always depressed and depressed. The storm, hurricane and rain washed everything away in an instant. The dark sky in the distance was not cut by white lightning. The roar of thunder broke people's depressed mood in an instant. The torrential rain poured down, separating a rain curtain between the eaves and the ground. The water in the ground hollows ripples around and around, leaving several diamond like drops in the air, and then falls into the hollows together with the silk thread of the rain curtain. After the rain, the rainbow hung in the blue sky, looking like a sapphire inlaid with colorful diamonds

The autumn rain is just like the frost on the beam, as little as gold. When there is cold dew on the grass leaves, the rain elves seldom visit the earth because they are afraid of the cold. "One autumn rain and one cold" The cool autumn rain added a bit of chill, and the fresh air after the rain diluted the anger caused by the cold

The winter rain turned into a simple and elegant snow girl. Fresh and meaningful, quietly and gently fall from the white clouds that dote on it, and end up in the final land, and integrate with it

In the four seasons, the poetic rain keeps dancing in the sky, in the quiet bamboo forest, in the long lane... It is telling us the poem of rain with smart language, crystal body, and clear mind. "

Narration Composition Junior Three (13)

Spring is the most beautiful of the four seasons; Spring rain is the most beautiful in spring. Spring rain is not so much a wonderful natural phenomenon as the first messenger to nourish the soul in a year.

Before I arrived, it was not as dark as before the summer rain, nor as cold as before the autumn rain, but I could still see the swallows flying low, rather than the sky depressed by the breeze. The earth in April is filled with gentle rain. All life on the earth is waiting for the time when the rain comes. The fields and pastures have been waiting for a long time, and the fish ponds and streams have also been waiting for a long time. They waited for three seasons, and finally let them look forward to it.

The sky has quietly covered me with a layer of very pale, seemingly invisible silver. The light of the sun softened, because he hid in the thin clouds. When the rain came, I walked quietly, and in a soft voice, thunder and lightning stopped beating drums and gongs when they knew my arrival, which made my arrival more mysterious. I quietly weaved my love into heaven and earth and covered all the children on the earth. The rain, like the mother of every child, called their names sweet and sweet. Just then, the rain said, "Here I am, the earth of April that has been waiting for a long time!"!

In another flash, the rain became thicker, the outline was clearly visible, with yellow green, flashing light, with crystal, falling, falling. Just when I'm about to disappear in the mud, please don't resist me, touch me gently with your forehead, and let me kiss your cheek gently! I will sink into the earth silently. Du Fu wrote: "Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently... I dare not exaggerate to the poet, but when I came, I was vocal, moistening the flowers, and forming the sound of flowers opening;"; Melt into the stream and become the sound of water flowers surging; The irrigation of the fields became the sound of celebrating the harvest.

Amber, pearl, crystal, agate, emerald, diamond, emerald... may be more crystal clear and valuable than spring rain, but it is less than spring rain. Maybe every season has rain, but in the rain of the four seasons, he is the first to unreservedly dedicate all his life to all life

Narration Composition Junior Three (14)

The cold wind is blowing, reminding people of the arrival of winter, and white is falling down. Little by little, the snow says, I'm coming.

The flying snowflakes, one after another, looked like dandelions all over the sky, and like countless young and nameless lives, quivering, fluctuating and rippling in the boundless night sky. The expression is so happy and the change is so magical. Tian Jing seemed to feel that a huge white wing was covering the earth in the dark, and unconsciously it was a vast expanse of white. The leisurely snowflakes bring a poetic flavor. Snow said, I put a white coat on the taxi.

Jade butterfly like snowflakes fall, and it is more than dancing with the paper scraps exploded by firecrackers. In a short time, the scale tiles of the houses, the streets, and the farmyard of the farmer's family were whitened. The old locust tree in front of the window is hung with jade strings of plain flowers, which are made of shiny silver. At first glance, it looks like a graceful snow fairy, in a variety of different ways, looking pretty. Snow said, "I paint everything new.".

The next morning, it cleared up and the sun came out. When I opened the door, the mountains, rivers, trees and houses were covered with a thick layer of white snow. Overlooking from afar, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains have become a world of powder and jade. Nearby, those leafless trees are covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars, and those evergreen pines and cypresses in winter and summer are covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs. A gust of wind blew, the trees shook gently, and the beautiful silver bars and snowballs shook down slowly. The end of the snow like jade chips fluttered with the wind, and in the morning sun, there were colorful rainbows. Snow said, I am desperate to cover the earth with white.

Snow said, I will not hesitate to whiten my skin, but also embrace the cold soil. I will not regret my white writing, but also write a silver like rhapsody for Dadi in winter.

Snow, you feel it is ice, but you feel it is really warm, like the sun shining on everyone's heart.

Snow is telling, telling us that if the yellow earth, she will stand up and sing to selfless dedication.

Narration composition third day (15)

I am a happy and quiet rain. I floated down from the sky, accompanied by my cheerful footsteps, flowers and plants rippled out of intoxicating laughter;

I am the gentle and flamboyant rain. I fell from the sky, accompanied by my gentle beat, and all things stretched out their tight brows.

spring

"Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently." Look, here I come! Soft as cattle hair, bright as flower needles, dense as filaments, close your eyes, listen! Can you hear me? I am like a magic pen. A little bit, the green will spread on the land like rice paper, spreading... Do you hear my vitality?

summer

"Dark clouds roll over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white rain jumps into the boat", "Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, many towers in the misty rain". So I came, dancing freely, rushing and enthusiastic. I hit the plantain and the lotus leaves. The lotus leaves that hit the sky were green. The swaying lotus flowers reflected the broad lotus leaves, as if they were nodding slightly. What were they saying?

autumn

"The eyes of tall buildings are longing for dusk, and the leaves of plane trees are drizzling with rain." In autumn, I washed away the heat of summer, brought the cool wind, and left a touch of sadness. "The autumn flowers are pale, the autumn rain is yellow, and the autumn night is long." Lin Daiyu wrote her sadness in the autumn night. Could it be that the autumn rain is telling the sadness and nostalgia of the mountains?

winter

Winter rain is different from snow. It has more charm than white, elegant and falling snow. It is as hard as the cold wind, and as heavy as the hail. She has thick and thin hair. She has accumulated strength. It fell out of the window and told me: Don't lose heart, don't worry, I am an angel of hope, coming with the hope of spring.

The four seasons I have been in everyone's ears gently, gently told. From my voice, they heard the moisture of spring, the coolness of summer, the sorrow of autumn, and the hope of winter. From the four seasons, I heard the power of nature and the voice of life.

I am the messenger of the four seasons, moistening everything and pacifying the earth

Narration Composition Junior Three (16)

Listen, the rain is telling! I come from a faraway heaven, with white clouds floating and breezes blowing, everything is so holy and beautiful.

However, I came, I abandoned the beauty of heaven, came with tears. Not for the fragrance of flowers, not for the whisper of the breeze, not for the splendor of the rising sun. Just to listen to a tune like a silver bell in the world. The blooming smile is the conductor of the song, the innocent and sweet laughter is the melody of the song, and the soul talk is the lyrics of the song.

I don't like the solo, but the soul shaking harmony. I am eager to hear that beautiful myth slip out of one clever mouth after another. That kind of soft and delicate, that kind of brilliant and flawless, that kind of intoxicating. Every note is so fresh and bright, so harmonious and incomparable. Every note is a seed of hope. I have come, spring has come, the seeds of hope will be planted.

I'm here to nourish your sore heart. I will bring rain and dew to every corner of the world until your mouth rises slightly against the rising sun. Silent I came, rain said, I abandoned the beauty of heaven, fall. Although the scorching sun will devour my body, I came here resolutely. Please don't be confused by the shining hope, because there will always be a rainbow after the rain.

Did you hear the rain? It said that it heard your call, so it came. Because of you, it came.

Narration Composition Junior Three (17)

In the morning, after a few faint bursts of spring thunder, it began to rain for the first time since spring. In the dimly lit sky, rain drizzles slowly hung down. The rising sun was hidden by layers of rain clouds. Soon, the distant and near scenery was shrouded in misty rain.

After breakfast, although the rain did not stop, it did not rain again. It was still dribbling. I took my umbrella and went out of the house. The rain is really not big. It's dribbling. It's not like rain, but fog. The world in front of us is blocked in the rain like a bead net. Looking at the distance, the streets, buildings and pedestrians are all left with a vague corridor. There were several dull thunders in the sky, and the rain seemed to be urged. However, after a while, it became smaller. When I walked into the rain and fog, a fresh and cool feeling permeated my whole body. Raindrops are cold on the body, but somehow in the air, there is a moist and warm smell, as if reporting the news of the arrival of spring.

The spring rain drizzles down, the dried branches of the trees have a hazy layer of light green color, and the rain drips down the tree tip, becoming a string of watery notes. The ground is also wet, emitting a refreshing fragrance. Grass also sneaked out of the ground and began to weave green carpets. The spring rain is drizzling down. It is gently awakening the earth, quietly taking away the cold, and slowly soothing the wounds of winter on the trees.

The rain washed away the remnants of winter, and everything woke up under the wind of spring and grew under the moisture of spring rain. What a magical spring rain. It is hazy and clear. It puts an ethereal yarn on everything, and it washes everything fresh and bright. My mood seems to have been washed and polished by the rain, and a clear and cheerful feeling is growing. The whole world is like a newborn baby. It seems that everything has started afresh; The grass is new, new and delicate; The flowers are new and ready to blossom. Even the mood is new, and there is only a fresh and happy feeling in my heart. Through the smoky spring gauze woven by the soft rain, I looked at those passers-by with umbrellas and hurriedly sheltered from the rain, and couldn't help thinking: Why should I hide? Let our body and mind feel the cool brought by the spring rain.

So, I put up my umbrella and walked into the rain. Small raindrops hit me. I didn't feel cold at all, only a kind and fresh feeling... When I came to school, the rain had stopped. Everywhere is fresh and bright, and the natural scenery is so beautiful after being washed. When I look back, I seem to see a very light rainbow, which is not clear, but vaguely recognizable. But when I fixed my eyes on it, it disappeared. In the first clear sky, there are only a few white clouds floating around... "

What a cool and magical spring rain!

Narration Composition Junior Three (18)

I am the rain, I come in the footsteps of husking; I am the rain, I come in the bloom of flowers; I am the rain, I come in the sound of frogs; I am the rain, I came in the joy of children playing. I am the rain. I came here in a hurry with my love for the earth.

I love the earth and its children. Every winter, I am always full of thoughts and anxiously waiting for Chung's arrival. Who can understand my story.

As rain, I have many wishes. I will use my body to moisten the earth; To remove sweet grass; To beautiful flowers; Let the rain become the auspicious rain on the earth. Make contributions to people.

I like the ancient people's praise of me, "Good rain knows the season, and spring is the time". I marvel at every verse. Seeing these, my wish will be satisfied.

In April, when I stepped on the breeze, and the fresh air came to the earth. I went to the pond, and the frog cried happily in the rain; I went to the pasture, and I saw the grass swaying with joy; I went to the garden, and the flowers bloomed in the flower bed... Every place on the earth is full of joy!

And I will also be angry because the children of the earth have destroyed the earth I love, making it dilapidated. Debris flows, floods, many natural disasters are punishment for people. People should love the earth and protect it.

Who can understand my story? I am the rain. I am thinking about the earth's gentle story, telling the declaration of love for the earth. I am the rain and I love the earth.

Narration Composition Junior Three (19)

The first unit of Chinese composition in the first volume of the third grade and ninth grade of the junior high school: 1000 words of rain -- that day, it was raining, but unlike usual, it was sunny. I passed a small forest, and the trees were more green under the baptism of rain. Some raindrops hang on the leaves one by one, shining brightly, and some fall on the earth walls on both sides, soaking in the water one by one, most of them fall on the soil, and the land is slowly moistened. I think the tree roots are sucking the sweet nectar of nature now, and sleeping soundly!

I squatted down gently and accidentally met a raindrop on a flower petal. It moved to the palm with my forefinger and gradually opened. Its bouncing light suggested that it seemed to say something, so I was curious, put my ear close to the palm, and a weak but joyful voice floated into my ear... "Ouch! Who is it? It called me up! The raindrop said coquettishly. "No, sorry, I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to. Can you talk? Surprised, I looked at it and asked." Yes. But not all raindrops can talk. I've come to the world for the second time. It seems that it has changed a lot, and I don't know any more. Raindrop lay in my hand and whispered, "Really? You've come here for the second time! Hey, by the way, did you come here last time? When I heard this, I couldn't wait to ask. "I can't remember clearly. It seems that it is, and it seems that it is not. We raindrops live in the swaddling clothes of white clouds. White clouds are soft, like cotton in your world. We have to sleep in them for a long time in order to store some energy for human use. When a cloud is full of water drops, it will let us come to the world. We arrived at different places, but we always met in the end. Last time, I went to the apple forest with some of my companions, and I fell into the soil. My roots sucked my slurry as soon as they touched me. I didn't hate them, because I knew they would use my sweet slurry to produce rich fruits. When I came, I saw a group of children under the tree. I thought the red apples were for them, The tree selflessly presents the fruit to the children who are jumping. What am I? Children are the hope of this world. If they are good, the whole world will be good.

I suddenly became silent, staring at the raindrop with stupidity and respect. I never thought that the small one could be so great. But it seemed that I could not bear it. I asked in a low voice: "Then where did you go again? Did you go underground? "No, most of my life has been absorbed by trees. The rest of my life has passed through fine soil, and I met several companions on the way. They also became as small and thin as me. We gradually walked into a stream. Most of the stream were our members. We moistened the green grass along the way, gave nectar to the flowers, and we visited every rock and stroked the stream Every fish in the pool, we sing and walk, bringing every new sound to the nature... Birds sometimes use our sweet dew to cool their hoarse voice after singing. Cattle and horses often bring their descendants to drink water. We also unreservedly offer the best spring, and we will be happy to watch cattle and horses playing on the green grass. I looked at the little raindrop carefully, and did not believe that it said this. I finally understand its glittering and translucent, its flawless, surprised to say a word. The raindrop looked at me in surprise, and gradually said, "Actually, the stream is not the end of us. We finally arrived at the vast sea, where I knew our insignificance. Compared with the sea, we are nothing, where we will return to the sky again, waiting to start our next journey

I no longer speak, raindrops no longer speak, I quietly put the raindrops onto the petals, silently wishing it a good journey. I waved to it gently, and it also sparkled gently. The rain has stopped, and I think raindrops are playing their role again. In fact, raindrops are so, why are our parents, teachers, etc. not like raindrops? Quietly, silently, they are dedicated, and they are warming us generation after generation with their own hearts. From afar, I looked back at those raindrops, they were shining with golden light, especially bright

Narration Composition Junior Three (20)

The first unit composition of Chinese in the first volume of the ninth grade of junior high school: 500 words of rain The rain is the sigh of the sea, the tears of the sky, and the smile of the field. They floated down from the sky, accompanied by cheerful footsteps, and with the natural fresh air, they gently pressed their gentle chests close to the earth and melted in the soil. Ah! This is Yuer's happy and quiet life.

Oh, I understand, I really understand, this is the heart of the rain!