Mao Mao's composition rained down.

In life, work and study, people often come into contact with composition. Composition is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed and concise language that one can understand to a developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is a drizzly composition (6 general articles) that I arranged for you, hoping to help you.

A drizzly composition 1 It's drizzling outside the window and the autumn wind is bleak. Looking at the light rain and dark clouds on the horizon, I seem to see her holding a black umbrella again.

On that day, Wan Li was clear and white clouds were floating in the sky. I am alone in the convenience store, eating fish eggs and watching cartoons, which is very comfortable.

"Little sister, your peach smoothie is ready." The clerk's sister said to me with a smile.

"Oh, ok, thank you!" I came to my senses and said with a smile. Then I went back to my seat with a smoothie and continued my good time.

Eating and eating, a crisp thunder broke the peace of sunny days. I looked out, and a drop of rain fell from the blue sky, as beautiful as a crystal gem. I am puzzled: OK, how can it rain? On second thought, since it was a light rain, I rushed home with my bag. After that, I ate delicious food calmly.

The rain rustles outside the window, like the music of wind chimes swaying in the wind; Like leaves whispering in the wind; It's like ... drizzling, casting a hazy mist on the city, just like a fairyland. Dark clouds appeared in the sky, like someone knocking over ink, adding the beauty of landscape painting to the whole picture. The leaves swaying in the rain are like lively and lovely elves in the rain.

I enjoyed all this quietly, but I forgot the time. When I looked at my watch again, I found it was getting late, so I packed my bag in a hurry and walked out of the convenience store. It is still raining outside. Just as I was about to rush home in the rain, the clerk's sister came out with a black umbrella in her hand and handed it to me: "Little sister, I'll lend you this umbrella." Even if it is light rain, you will catch a cold if you are not careful. "

"Thank you, Sister." I feel warm in my heart, and my face must be filled with a bright smile. Then he took the assistant's sister's umbrella and walked slowly home. Farther and farther away, the figure of the clerk's sister gradually blurred. Although it is raining in Mao Mao, my heart is full of bright sunshine.

Lending a helping hand when others are in trouble will not only make you feel happy, but also help others. If everyone helps each other, then our world will always be full of love.

Open your eyes, the outside world is already a different scene.

Through the window, I saw the beautiful scenery. Mist filled the whole sky, I think, if it is a French window, then the feeling should be walking in the mist, in the clouds, like a fairy, how comfortable! Raindrops fall from the sky, spinning and dancing like elves. It's like knitting on a dense diagonal. It seems that we have to knit something to give up!

The rain gradually lessened and turned into gentle Mao Mao rain, just suitable for going outdoors, so I came out to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

Walking in the street with an umbrella, feeling the freshness of the breeze, blowing through the hair and cheeks. Pedestrians on the road seem to have slowed down, quietly enjoying and enjoying, and there is no noisy world for the time being.

It was drizzling and silent. You brushed the branches to make the original green branches. Because of you, they are greener and greener.

It was drizzling and silent. The grass that fell on the grass and was lowered by the sun became as tall and straight as spring because it absorbed water. Because of you, they have become a vibrant scene again.

It was drizzling and silent. Sprinkle on the ground and tread lightly, soft and continuous, as if you were in a paradise. The land has become extremely soft because of you.

It's raining in Mao Mao, and it's quiet. Floating on the wild flowers on the roadside, the small raindrops on the petals on the road did not bend them, but stayed on them all the time, like dew in the morning. Because of you, they are more beautiful and stronger.

The drizzle fell on everyone's heart, and everyone also accepted a baptism of the soul. This is probably God's greatest gift to mankind!

It was raining in Mao Mao, and I fell asleep in the sound of the rain.

Early in the morning, I don't know when it began to rain in Mao Mao. Although the sky is as white as a sunny day, I really can't see that it is raining without shallow water stains on the stairs.

Walking under the eaves, I saw the pedestrians on the street still flowing, but most of them were carrying colorful umbrellas. The business of renting taxis and tricycles is particularly good, and people get on and off in an endless stream. Although the ground is wet, it still can't stop the rush of pedestrians. Occasionally, a few birds can be seen rushing back to the eaves to hide from the rain. The leaves on the tree were "crackled" by raindrops, and the water droplets on the leaves made pedestrians dodge, some fell on their heads, and some fell on their faces. Tall buildings become damp, as if they have become a real "water cube". Even motorcyclists who drag on the road every day are unwilling to put on colorful raincoats in the drizzle, which slows down their running speed. The store was forced to move back to the "front desk", pretending to be reluctant, but actually very angry: my business was stirred by the rain! A few farmers who came to visit relatives in the city were beaming: the crops in the field have been caught in the rain, and they are certainly growing well. There will be a good harvest this year!

Oh! Walking into the campus, the playground is wet, the national flag is wet, and the century-old ginkgo tree has sprouted. The students quickly crowded into the teaching building and looked at the beautiful scenery upstairs.

The tadpoles in the small pond swim happily to celebrate the arrival of spring. Ants are doing "flood fighting and disaster relief" and waiting for the surviving family. The little penguin stays in the nest and goes to bed early with his mother. The little penguin sticks his head out of the nest to watch the rain. ...

The willow trees by the river are taking a bath, the pine trees are taking tonic and gulping down the rain. I heard that this is the secret of its evergreen seasons. The vegetables in the greenhouse are eagerly looking at the delicious drinks falling from the sky outside the window, but they can only imagine that strawberries are dressing up with this free lipstick. Only the delicate cherry tree is unhappy and has dropped water drops. Xiao Qingshi is imagining that he can be rushed into a jewelry store. Xiao Qingshi's fantasy is interrupted by objects on jewelry, such as emerald, diamond green and red: you'd better pave the way!

Everything in nature is so harmonious that it is still raining. ...

It is raining in Mao Mao. It is still raining. But the breeze from the south has gradually approached us. That tall building seems to be veiled so that you can't recognize it as a familiar building. I walked in quietly and slowly into the small building, as if dancing for the sound of raindrops.

That shabby little building actually seems to have entered my dream world. I pressed the elevator and went straight to the dance class. At that time, we were all in kindergarten, and our young faces were looking forward to, looking forward to, looking forward to the beautiful dance skirts issued by our dear and beloved teachers, and looking forward to our beautiful scenery on the stage when we grow up. ...

However, with the teacher's class, we walked into the dream classroom, and the teacher immediately gave us a duel: "Come on, don't go to class if you don't practice well!" " This surprised all of us. I looked out of the window and the rain suddenly "tooted" underground. I stayed helplessly in the classroom next door, thinking: I won't take dance lessons in the future, my leg will be broken! Two lines of clear tears rolled down my cheeks.

We were all shivering together in the classroom next door, and a breeze blew in through the window. Everyone talked about it and thought that this would be the end of the dance class in the future. The breeze is blowing, but the heavy rain doesn't mean to stop. Without words, the sun has not yet come out, and we are all immersed in this mood. At this time, the teacher's words made us more confident.

"Children come here, I'll tell you a story! In a faraway country, there was a ballet princess. Her dance is almost perfect. I hope you can become such princesses! " Our teacher told us gently. We were fascinated and entered the dance classroom. It is still raining, but it is gentle, beautiful and dreamy.

That day, that cold, gentle and cool day, was the first time I went to ballet class. Maybe, I can really be such a princess in the future! The drizzle paved the way for my future and inspired me, gentle rain!

The drizzle composition 5 drizzle wrote the movement of youth; The drizzle played the blues of teenagers. It was the rain that knocked on the door of fourteen, flying gracefully with the love of childhood.

The dream of fourteen years old, the dream of flower season, is it still so ignorant? It's flower season again, and I feel more lonely. Perhaps the hurried days ignore the emptiness of the soul, or perhaps the dull life kills the young spirituality and seems to forget to leave some space for yourself. In the rainy season, I pick myself up like a fallen flower and feel youth and life silently.

Teenagers sit quietly in front of the window, and the sky is filled with gray, such as the shadow in their hearts. Who knows the heart of a teenager? Who knows about juvenile sorrow? It's almost the flower season, so heavy! It's raining and there is a melancholy sigh. No childishness, no youth and frivolity. A 14-year-old boy has only helplessness after struggling. ...

The drizzle is continuous, the blue waves are rippling, like an inextricable knot; Dribbling, melancholy like fourteen-year-old flower season. The rain of youth keeps falling, and the world in the cold wind becomes more and more lonely. In the drizzle, the teenager leans against the wind and looks at the rain sadly ... Postscript: fourteen-year-old sadness, who can understand? Dedicated to 14 years old teenagers ...

It's raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and my eyes are stuck in the rain in Mao Mao. This hissing sound, like a wonderful lullaby, took me back to primary school. My close friend in primary school, are you still moping about it?

I know it was my fault. I shouldn't trust others and misunderstand you. However, there were many things you shouldn't do at that time. You shouldn't leave angrily without explaining to me. You shouldn't ruin our friendship for so many years because I misunderstood you. At that moment, I seemed to have lost something precious. I hate myself when I know the cause and effect of this matter. I hate myself for trusting others instead of my best friend. But whenever I admit my mistake to you, you always look at me coldly and never give me a chance to explain.

But you know what? You didn't tell me when you were going to transfer, but I heard it from someone else. By the time I ran to the campus gate, you had already left by car. I looked at the distant car and felt unspeakable sadness in my heart. A thousand words in my stomach can only be buried in my heart forever. These past events are like a play. Aren't you sorry to leave like this? With you gone, it's probably hard to meet again.

I remember one time, when I went to physical education class, I accidentally sprained my foot. Other students are laughing at me and saying, "Will I sprain my foot after running for one step?" ! "Only you and the teacher helped me up and accompanied me to the hospital with bandages step by step. In this way, we became good friends. After that, we had many quarrels and misunderstandings, but each time we made up. But for once, why don't you forgive me? Did this leave a deep scar in your heart? But it's been so long, can't you forget it? I wrote you several letters of apology, but you didn't receive them or forgive me. But I'd rather believe that I didn't receive it, because the address is not detailed. I wonder when we can meet again.

The drizzle outside the window is still falling, and my heart is hazy. When will it end?