Write a composition in a rainy tone

1. Write a composition with rain 1 Listen to the rain.

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Du Mu

I like to listen to the sound of rain in Mao Mao alone at night. I think rain is a natural spirit. Turn on the desk lamp, sprinkle warm yellow light, make a cup of fragrant tea, savor it carefully and listen quietly. ...

When I opened the window, the fresh earthy fragrance floated in with the falling rain. Oh, I can only feel unspeakable and unspeakable comfort. I want to listen to the natural rain again with the grace of Yi 'an, the boldness of Dongpo, the indifference of Nalan and the artistic conception of Nalan.

Spring rain is small and warm. She is fresh but not charming. She is slim, but full of energy. She always talks about the remoteness and warmth of spring in detail. Yu Xia's boldness makes people happy. She is like an amazing masterpiece. Sometimes mountains and rivers run, sometimes thousands of miles run, and sometimes mountains and rivers are refreshing. The bitter autumn rain makes people feel pity. Sometimes she sings and sometimes she wants to talk about it. Winter rain is no longer reserved, but her manners are dignified and elegant. Listening to the rain of four seasons, I don't feel sad.

Rain is spiritual, and she seems to "sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently" according to people's wishes. Rain is also gentle, and there is no feeling of "getting wet in clothes, raining apricot flowers and blowing cold willows". Rain is still enchanting. "The rain in the sky is crisp, but the grass in the distance is very close." Whenever the cold and summer are easy to celebrate, I always feel that the world is sinister and the world of mortals is rolling, so I yearn for that "green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle don't have to return."

The tea in the cup has been finished, and I don't want to pour another cup. Miao Yu once said, "One cup is good, and two cups will become a foolish thing to quench your thirst."

Wind and rain make wisdom.

Wind belongs to art, and rain is close to philosophy.

Like a person listening to the rain at night, listening to the natural melody, "once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever." She keeps me thinking, just like a white cloud floating in my heart, making it quiet and lofty.

The more sophisticated a mortal is, the more witty he is, and the less elegant he is. I'd rather be less witty and more elegant. Committed to converting to the elegance of nature.

In the dead of night, listening to the rain with the lights on, I feel like I'm smiling.

I also wrote an article about the death of a relative in autumn rain. You can use this to express your dislike of autumn rain.

2. Spring; Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Summer; Haiyan roared with anger. Waves cry in angry water droplets and contend with the wind. You see, the strong wind tightly rolled up layers of huge waves and slammed them on the cliff, smashing these large jadeites into dust and dust. = = = = Let the storm come more violently! !

Autumn: after the rain, the mountains are empty and stand in the autumn night.

Dong: ms of winter rain is rare, only this one was found.

Shang Mei spent her time like a rain, but the child's nature was unintentional. Keep yourself safe, cranes will return to China, and crows at the mouth of the forest will gather in the forbidden forest. The state of things is changing at any time, and the weather is sunny and cloudy. I have no pity. The northwest is cold and the snow is deep.

Ah, and this: it's exquisite and contrasting.

Winter rain, falling from the sky, mixed with ice drops like snow but not snow, hurts like a knife cut on the face. It's just that this winter rain scares you and chills you. I often lament the magic of nature, rain and snow come to earth hand in hand! Rain and snow are sometimes annoying, but they are said to clean up the world. Winter rain, although there has never been a beautiful praise of spring rain, has no complaints, silently telling people, predicting: my disappearance, white snowy days are just around the corner. The winter rain, the last trace left by the warm atmosphere, has lost the pride of the summer storm and the gentleness of the autumn rain, and is only doing its bit to create a better world. I put on my cotton-padded clothes and tried to experience the smell of winter rain. Before I came to my senses, my whole body was covered with its affection. It told me gently, don't say I am heartless. Although I am in the wrong season, we are also sons of nature and friends who walk with you in this world. The world is quiet and innocent because of rain. The quietly falling winter rain has added a bit of harmony and beauty to this ordinary world, and dedicated everything to the freshness of this world, with no regrets.

2. Write a composition of about 600 words on the topic of "Rain". Hello! I'm glad to answer your question. The following is my original composition for reference. I hope you will like it.

Don't ask for more, just ask for your own satisfaction. Autumn rain I like autumn rain, it has a unique taste.

Autumn rain, following a fallen leaf, whirls playfully; Autumn rain, thin, like silk thread, gently hits the face, like a warm silk scarf. Autumn rain and light rain can rain all day.

It is not like summer, and the air is filled with fresh grass fragrance; It has no taste, but it can bring freshness to people. These days, I can feel such freshness every morning.

Walking in the rain, countless lines cross and float to the face and eyes. Just throw away the umbrella and think about it. Why not enjoy such beautiful rain? Rain is like a person telling his sadness and endless bitterness. It's too light.

People in the rain, walking in a hurry, ignore all this beauty. Oh, is this a dream? I really want to touch the raindrop gently, but it is so small.

Waves of wind blowing, rain like a naughty child, running forward, running ... Maybe autumn rain is more like a girl's sentimentality, it is tender and pitiful, but it is so meticulous. The crystal dew is shining on the fallen leaves, flashing ... The ground is wet by them, and the leaves are floating in puddles one by one, like boats.

Raindrops are jumping one after another, and the sky looks more gloomy. It seems angry. The raindrop became bigger, but it was still so light and elegant, turned around and fell to the ground.

A cold wind blew and the rain stopped. I don't know why, but I like autumn so much. I seem to have been born in autumn.

Autumn gives me emotion. Love this autumn rain, how gentle.

I like reading quietly alone, maybe it is the silence given to me by autumn. Standing in the cold autumn wind, I looked up at the sky, and a little rain floated on my face. How warm it was! Oh, this autumn rain! I hope I can help you.

Topic composition: I like the wind in the rain, the warm and comfortable sea breeze in the south and the biting cold wind in the north, all of which make me deeply moved and romantic! However, I prefer rain, the falling rain of lightning and thunder in the south, and the autumn rain in the north all make me sad and lingering, so my screen name is Storm Beauty! I like rain, like it as pure as water, as hazy as clouds, as hazy as fog. I also like to walk alone in the street in the drizzly dusk, following the rhythm of the rain; I like the feeling of rain dripping quietly on my body. It was a very gentle touch, just like a pair of hands caressing me gently.

I like autumn rain, especially the beautiful moment when raindrops splash on the ground and splash. It seems that all rainy songs have sad stories, and I am listening to the sound of rain and experiencing every rainy story on this rainy night.

There are few pedestrians in Qingxin Street, which is very clean and quiet. A tree in the street has been blown by the autumn wind and washed by the autumn rain, and leaves are floating down from the branches one by one, adding a bit of tranquility and deep breath to the air.

Autumn stirs heartstrings, autumn wind disturbs thoughts, autumn moon gives birth to feelings, autumn rain lingers, and autumn leaves are beautiful. I like sitting alone in front of the window on rainy days, quietly meditating and feeling silently ... The rain outside the window drips in my heart like tears, quietly listening to the dripping rain, and suddenly a trace of inexplicable melancholy rises in my heart.

Tears in my heart are long and lingering, mixed with a little melancholy and helplessness. Rain is the sad tears of the clouds. When the clouds are cloudy, my heart always cries lonely and lonely. It is a heart rain that falls from my heart. No matter what kind of story, it will be unforgettable when it rains.

Rain has a magic power: it can diffuse into a mood, penetrate into an atmosphere and engrave a memory. Of course, sometimes it can be a disaster.

Breaking up is always on rainy days. Why does it have to be rainy? When it rains, the rain is cool, when it rains, it is gray and cold, and when it rains, it is sad. I don't know when I started. I am addicted to my own world on the Internet and don't want to communicate with others.

I like to stay quietly in noisy chat rooms and be surrounded by strange names. Nobody cares about my loneliness. And I, just a trance-like shadow, wandering in this familiar chat room, let the years fall into my indifferent eyes.

I like the night, and I like to write my mood online at night. I'm so lonely, totally my own. I like to read affectionate articles on the Internet, write some sad words, and use words to understand a person.

I like to listen to my heart, and I am shocked by the collision of connected souls. When my soul, and I silently opposite, I finally know, get rid of all the constraints of the secular, an indifferent leisurely life is how not enviable.

Don't worry about the world, don't fight for fame and fortune, and add elegance to life. The exquisite beauty of "flying freely is as light as a dream, and the drizzle is as fine as sorrow", enjoy life and be the transcendent elegance of nature's bosom friend.

Once upon a time, I always thought that if I put my mind at ease in the love world I created, I would be safe, unable to get in or out. From then on, I never expect to touch the wonderful world of the internet. I won't bother anyone, and I won't get hurt. I will sow and reap gently. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, this seems to be a far-fetched idea. In my mind, it is like a post station on a long road, the end of a long life, and a pure land in my heart; This is not an affectation, but a sincere desire. A person is a little lonely, but his heart is free, not trapped in the world of mortals, and relatively lofty and refined.

Nothing is difficult in the world, so why bother yourself. Let go of your mood and get a peaceful, peaceful and free mood. Rain washed away the glitz in people's hearts, cleaned up the chaos of heaven and earth and calmed people's mood.

Sometimes, it is raining outside, but the sun is shining in my heart; Sometimes, it is sunny outside, but it is raining. There are many things in the world for you to taste in comparison.

The heart is clear, and the rain is clear; When the heart is raining, sunny is also rain. The rain fell asleep and my heart danced with it.

I hope you are satisfied.

3. Write a composition about rain.

The weather really looks like a child's face It's hard to understand that it changes as it says. These days, my weather is very hot. Suddenly, it rained. Suddenly, I feel much cooler. Maybe this is an unexpected gift from God.

I like rain, because the air is fresh after rain, and rain is still fertilizer for grass!

Rain silently washes away the coat for the earth, and rain silently washes away the beautiful hair for the willow.

Rain slowly moistens the earth and the whole world, making this beautiful world more beautiful and charming.

Sitting in a chair by the window, watching the rain fluttering and listening to the crackling sound of the rain hitting the ground, it feels like a wonderful music it gave to the world. It makes the world pure and clear. Flowers are immersed in the gentleness of rain, and every drop of water on them seems to have a hint of fragrance and coolness. The grass seems to be playing with the rain, as if it were a beautiful girl. Listening to the rhythm of the rain, she couldn't help dancing. Make the whole world more dynamic.

In an instant, it rained heavily, and pedestrians ran around the road with colorful umbrellas, swaying like small mushrooms that had just sucked nutrients. Raindrops as big as beans fall like a broken pearl necklace. When the water drops hit the soil, a refreshing fragrance floated, giving people a refreshing feeling.

The rain has been raining, washing away the sadness in people's hearts and the irritability in people's hearts. Let me go.

Keep raining!

Until the earth stops crying, until the air is no longer polluted, until the world is completely changed.

4. Write a composition on the topic of (Rain)

I never come quietly, even if it is as fine as spring rain, I will throw it under the eaves, in the courtyard, in the fields and in the wilderness at will; I am not a messenger, nor am I a tearful person. I'm just myself. With the wind in spring, the heat in summer, the coolness in autumn and the coldness in winter, I am graceful, warm and chic. I don't have any big wishes. I'm just free.

I floated from the Book of Songs, "I have been there, Liu Yiyi; Today I came to Sri Lanka and it was raining. " I spilled it from Liu Langzhong's words. After the first break of the shower, it is the tears of my parting lover in the rustling autumn wind. When Liu Lang woke up in the morning, Liu An still had the tears of his lover, and those tears were me. I sprinkled it vigorously in Yue Fei's Red River, and the bleak rain added its fire loyalty, and Yue's flag was wrapped in my arms. I come from Autumn Songs, with the sadness of ancient literati. I flew here with Gorky Haiyan, crossing national boundaries and times. I belong to all literati, and I have thousands of feelings. But I'm still me. I can walk freely.

It is raining. Mom can't go back to her hometown. She looked at the autumn rain outside the window in a daze. What does she think? His son is beside him. Just like when I came back from school when I was a child, I saw her looking under the eaves from afar to see why her son hasn't come home yet. It rained heavily, and my mother was a little tired, just like leaning against the kitchen wall when she was tired at home. It is raining. Let your mother stay there for a few days. I can hear my father's old voice when he calls. My mother is one year older than my father. 73 years old, life is near. Just 74 years old, my mother suddenly became ill again. She was coming home sick, and it happened that the continuous autumn rain left her behind. It's raining, will you float for a few more days? Let mom kiss her grandson.

A few years ago, my mother came home in the rain. I handed her the parcel and told her not to forget to take the parcel and wrap her clothes when she got off the bus. It was windy on the road, and my mother nodded, just like my mother told me when I was a child. Now she is senile in the autumn rain, which reminds me of my mother when I was young. The wife left her mother-in-law, saying that the road was slippery and her mother could not go home. Wind and rain make people old, autumn rain, did you make your mother old? Autumn rain is silent, just floating all over the sky.

Several leaves of the phoenix tree are still swaying in the wind and rain. Autumn insects can't be heard at night, and the rain falls on the window screen. In the dream, poplars are wet and full of eyes. Rain came out of my eyes and my tears wet my head. Autumn rain comes one after another, should I grow old in it, just like my mother now, looking at my hometown in the continuous autumn rain. Where is my hometown? Where was mom then? Sasha Vujacic's autumn rain didn't answer, just floating all over the sky-.

5. Write a composition on the topic of rain. It rains all the year round.

When I was a child, it often rained. Somehow, whenever it rains, I always feel happy. Unlike snow, when it rains, there is always an unknown intimacy in my heart. In a year, there are always four different feelings.

In spring, the rain always blurs our sight quietly, and even how the spring rain falls quietly, we don't know. Walking in the rain with an umbrella, I could hardly hear any sound. Watching the rain fall in front of me, there is always an impulse to put away my umbrella. ...

In summer, the rain always stops when it stops. When it rains, I always feel magnificent and magnificent. Walking outside with an umbrella, I always feel that the umbrella is being attacked by hundreds of millions of bullets. Is being weighed down by heavy objects. I am safe and sound under the umbrella, but at this time, my heart is like a raindrop, soaring in the sky, and the steps under the umbrella are still moving, but my heart has wings and my soul flies for nine days. Looking out the window, there is always a desire to turn into raindrops. ...

In autumn, rain always makes people feel bleak In my eyes, autumn rain is a good medicine to clear all troubles. Walking with an umbrella in the intermittent autumn rain, the seemingly calm surface gives people a wrong judgment, and the heart is full of great shock. The green shoots in summer no longer exist, and the green in the evening turns yellow at this moment. It's still raining, and the leaves on the branches are aging and falling off quickly. When the rain slides over them, I can always hear a faint and sad sigh. At this time, the grass stopped talking, but bowed its head deeply; Harvest brings orchards. The field is full of vicissitudes of life, and only after the autumn rain will I close my heavy eyes. Looking out the window, it's really a cold autumn rain! be deeply moved ...

In winter, rain always covers the ground with a thin layer of ice. Winter is the season when everything is completely transformed. Under the heavy snow, all the plants are bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, preparing for the first spring rain in the coming year. Holding an umbrella to enjoy in the winter rain, you can always feel the snow or hail in the rain. Winter rain can stay with us until the first spring rain next year. ...

Goodwill for the rain, invisibly, slowly evolved into hope and emotion for the rain ... Yes, isn't the motherland nourishing us all the time like rain?

6. Writing a composition on the topic of rain seems to be a magic finger; It seems that there are thousands of strings playing ever-changing sounds.

The spring rain is soft, the summer rain is turbulent, the autumn rain is desolate and the winter rain is cold; Due to the change of seasons, my mood is different. However, the color of rain is as beautiful as the sound of rain.

There are many excellent works describing rain in picture music and poetry. Line color and musical melody are ethereal and transparent.

The thin rain flower, like a floating fog, is white, kissing people's faces lightly and feeling itchy slightly; And gently wet the clothes. Umbrellas, like sails, float and sink in the misty rain; Also like big wings, the southeast and northwest are boundless, drifting around because of the wind.

Silent rain, silence is better than sound; Funny rain really makes people happy. You can wander outdoors without wearing a raincoat. Rain, like honey and wine, moistens your soul.

-This strange rain, this strange rain, is like a dream.

I remember the apricot blossom and spring rain in Jiangnan. Raindrops hit the awning, and there was also the fragrance of pear flowers in the rain. I remember the summer rain in the West Lake, full of vitality, and the lotus leaves all over the lake were knocked to the ground. I remember the autumn rain in Tianmu Mountain. The fog was locked and all the trees rustled. The pines and cypresses that hold up the sky are washed away by the rain, which makes them look particularly vigorous. I remember the winter rain in Fuchun River, like crying, and the smoke from huts on both sides of the river was gloomy, like a colored pencil drawing.

It's a drizzly and breezy night, suitable for reading poetry and prose. On a stormy night, horror supernatural novels are desirable. Otherwise, it is a pleasure to invite a few confidants, make a few cups of strong tea, buy a bag of peanuts and light a candle. Wind and rain are more suitable for pregnant women, who often suffer from insomnia; A sound of wind and rain seems to leave people and whisper.

That summer, my friends and I sat in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion. At that time, the water chestnut was ripe. On Lianchi Beach, the villagers were driving boats and busy picking. The white clouds in the sky and the egrets on the water set each other off. A sudden shower, Malik Pentium; Banping Mountain suddenly disappeared, and only the dense rain hung a bead curtain on Lianchi. In the shower, the boats that collect water chestnuts are still rocking leisurely. The people on the boat are even hemp fibers.

There is not much rainfall in the south of Taiwan Province Province. Especially in Kaohsiung, the dust is all over the sky; The branches and leaves are covered with dust and green after a shower. Shoushan after the rain, enchanting overlooking the silent love; Silver scale water waves are also dyed green by green hills.

On the banks of the river, on the rows of cement columns, the porcelain covers of rows of street lamps are embedded between mountains and rivers like white jade balls, which vaguely shows the scenery of the West Lake.

"The head of the Spring Rain Building is eight feet high. When will you go back to Zhejiang Chao? "

7. Write an article about rain for reference:

Rain has always been a scene sung by poets who are full of affection and know how to observe carefully.

You see, the dense rain silk is connected into a line, which looks like silk hanging on a bracket in a textile factory, floating in the wind, but not disordered; At first glance, it looks like a large piece of fine gray satin rippling in the air. The fluttering posture is so beautiful!

You see, the rain is falling, falling on the ground, and the spilled water droplets are scattered around, as if they were round and flawless crystals, falling and broken, so fragile and so beautiful. The whole process was carefully designed by the artist. Look at those scattered water drops, just like the unsurpassed crystal flowers that suddenly bloom on the dark earth, but they disappear and wither in an instant, which is shorter than the beauty displayed when the epiphyllum blooms, making people cry. Besides nature, no other artist can create such thrilling beauty!

You see, the tree welcomes the arrival of rain with open arms, so that the rain can wash away the dust on it, drive away the heat left by the scorching sun and spread its branches and leaves in the rain. Some bent and wilting gray-yellow leaves on that branch gradually came back to life in the rain. The grass also held up its pointed yellow head, waiting for the rain to kiss it with love, making it look more radiant after the rain. The flower also welcomes the rain with an open smile, because she knows that the rain will nourish her mother and her brother. ...

In the rain, the whole city seems to be shrouded in misty smoke, covered with a layer of silver-gray mystery, making people look close and far away, hazy ...

It's still raining, beating happily. ...

8. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of "Rain". Autumn rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft web and nets the whole autumn world.

The sky is dark, too, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs. The pile of gray clouds in the sky is like white powder peeling off the roof.

Under the cover of this old roof, everything looks extremely dull. The green pomegranates, mulberry trees and vines in the garden only represent the prosperity of the past summer, but now they have become the remains of ancient Roman architecture, shivering in the rustling rain and recalling the glorious past.

The color of grass has turned into melancholy yellow, and fresh flowers can no longer be found underground; The delicate daffodils planted outside the dormitory wall hung their heads with tears in their eyes, lamenting their bad luck there. It was only two sunny days, and it was such a moldy rainy day. Only the sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner, the branches have been decorated with several precious buds as gold, carefully hidden under the green oval leaves, revealing a little hope of new life germination.

It's raining quietly, only the thin sound of rain. The orange-red house, like an old monk in colorful robes, bowed his head and closed his eyes, accepting the baptism of rain.

The wet red brick, with the color of pig blood, is in sharp contrast with the green laurel leaves under the wall. Gray toad, jumping in the wet and moldy mud; Under the gloomy net of autumn rain, it is the only thing full of joy and life.

The mottled gray-yellow pattern on its back corresponds to the dreary sky in the distance, resulting in a harmonious tone. It jumped up with a plop, jumped into the mud from the grass nest, and splashed dark green water.

The hot summer passed and the sun didn't scorch the earth. The weather gradually turned cold, yellow leaves fell gently from the trees, and the children changed into sweaters.

When I woke up in the morning, I heard the tinkling rain, as if it were a light and lively music. The continuous autumn rain slowly fell to the ground, splashing water droplets the size of sugar balls in puddles, so I thought, maybe this autumn rain is sweet? The big trees next to the house were washed clean by the rain, and the green color and crystal rain hung on their leaves, which looked so beautiful. The road from car to car was also washed clean by rain. The car passed by it, splashing like a piece of ground glass.

It kept raining, and transparent bead curtains were woven outside the window. In the street, people are walking around like flowers with colorful umbrellas. The rain made the city more beautiful.

The sky washed by autumn rain is as blue as the sea. Clouds of white clouds float slowly on the water like canoes sailing.

The autumn rain is falling and fluttering. As silk, as silk, as fog, as smoke.

Cool silk falls on the face and flows into the mouth, sweet, like rice wine and honey, intoxicating, dreamy and infatuated. The rain in the sky is floating a little, like fine sand flying all over the sky; It brings a hope to the green things on the earth, moistens the leaves, brings a pleasant taste to the ducks in the pond, and looks for the mystery of autumn.

Autumn rain swished down. Fine rain threads weave a gray curtain between heaven and earth.

Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft net and nets the whole autumn world. The sky is dark, too, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs.

The pile of gray clouds in the sky is like white powder peeling off the roof. Under the cover of this old roof, everything looks extremely dull.

The green pomegranates, mulberry trees and vines in the garden only represent the prosperity of the past summer, but now they have become the remains of ancient Roman architecture, shivering in the rustling rain and recalling the glorious past. The color of grass has turned into melancholy yellow, and fresh flowers can no longer be found underground; The delicate daffodils planted outside the dormitory wall hung their heads with tears in their eyes, lamenting their bad luck there. It was only two sunny days, and it was such a moldy rainy day.

Only the sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner, the branches have been decorated with several precious buds as gold, carefully hidden under the green oval leaves, revealing a little hope of new life germination. It's raining quietly, only the thin sound of rain.

The orange-red house, like an old monk in colorful robes, bowed his head and closed his eyes, accepting the baptism of rain. The wet red brick, with the color of pig blood, is in sharp contrast with the green laurel leaves under the wall.

Gray toad, jumping in the wet and moldy mud; Under the gloomy net of autumn rain, it is the only thing full of joy and life. The mottled gray-yellow pattern on its back corresponds to the dreary sky in the distance, resulting in a harmonious tone.

It jumped up with a plop, jumped into the mud from the grass nest, and splashed dark green water. The hot summer passed and the sun didn't scorch the earth.

The weather gradually turned cold, yellow leaves fell gently from the trees, and the children changed into sweaters. When I woke up in the morning, I heard the tinkling rain, as if it were a light and lively music. The continuous autumn rain slowly fell to the ground, splashing water droplets the size of sugar balls in puddles, so I thought, maybe this autumn rain is sweet? The big trees next to the house were washed clean by the rain, and the green color and crystal rain hung on their leaves, which looked so beautiful.

The road from car to car was also washed clean by rain. The car passed by it, splashing like a piece of ground glass. It kept raining, and transparent bead curtains were woven outside the window.

In the street, people are walking around like flowers with colorful umbrellas. The rain made the city more beautiful.

9. Write a composition on the topic of rain. I like autumn rain and don't have a taste. Autumn rain, following a fallen leaf, whirls playfully; Autumn rain, thin, like silk thread, gently hits the face, like a warm silk scarf. You can also contribute to Xiaohe Composition Network. Autumn rain, a little rain, can rain all day. It is not like summer, and the air is filled with fresh grass fragrance; It has no taste, but it can bring freshness to people. These days, I can feel such freshness every morning. Walking in the rain, countless lines cross and float to the face and eyes. Just throw away the umbrella and think about it. Why not enjoy such beautiful rain? Xiaohe composition network Xiaohe composition network, you can also contribute to the rain, which seems to be telling its sadness and endless bitterness like people. It's too light. People in the rain, walking in a hurry, ignore all this beauty. Oh, is this a dream? I really want to touch the raindrop gently, but it is so small. Waves of wind blowing, rain like a naughty child, running forward, running ... Maybe autumn rain is more like a girl's sentimentality, it is tender and pitiful, but it is so meticulous. The crystal dew is shining on the fallen leaves, flashing ... The ground is wet by them, and the leaves are floating in puddles one by one, like boats. Raindrops are jumping one after another, and the sky looks more gloomy. It seems angry. The raindrop became bigger, but it was still so light and elegant, turned around and fell to the ground. A cold wind blew and the rain stopped. I don't know why, but I like autumn so much. I seem to have been born in autumn. Autumn gives me emotion. Love this autumn rain, how gentle. I like reading quietly alone, maybe it is the silence given to me by autumn. Standing in the cold autumn wind, I looked up at the sky, and a little rain floated on my face. How warm it was! Oh, this autumn rain!