600-word composition on rainy days (mood, feeling)

Elegant apricot rain wet clothes; The playful white rain jumped into the fishing boat; fresh and cool

The new rain suddenly cooled the empty mountain. I love the rain in poetry and the ever-changing nature.

The feeling of rain.

The spring rain came unconsciously, came in time and went in a hurry. People only feel with their hearts.

Accept. It drips on the eaves, ticks, and plays a symphony of spring, just like the rhythm of life.

You see, it quietly dipped into the soil, Cha Cha, the grass sprouted, and the spring rain jumped into the pond.

Fish are chasing bubbles in the water. At this time, a group of primary school students who had just finished school came over. they are

They chased and frolicked in the rain, stretched out their little hands and looked up at the sky, trying to catch the lovely one.

Rain doll, but playfully slipped through her fingers. Everyone is enjoying the spring rain.

Gift, let me see the oblique wind and drizzle don't have to go back.

Spring rain is more expensive for farmers' uncles. It moistens everything, it seems

Unknown workers make wheat seedlings grow sturdily. Because of its charm and because of its products.

Quality, spring rain can be as expensive as oil. In a word, it brings infinite happiness and hope to people.

Let's talk about the summer rain. Although not as charming as the spring rain, but

Can bring people another kind of surprise. You see, the weather suddenly changed like Sichuan opera, and it cleared up.

The sky is like a dark cloud turning ink, accompanied by thunder and lightning that resound through the sky.

The wind and rain came menacingly and sounded like Hong Zhong. In the blink of an eye, raindrops as big as beans came straight.

To passers-by who have no time to dodge. People who are soaked to the skin don't complain, but feel

Very enjoyable, very enjoyable, very hot, very cool and wonderful in a short time. Good luck.

If you do this, you can still see the rainbow after the storm.

Autumn rain is dull, only the empty mountains after the rain, when the autumn is crisp, let me see the south clearly.

Flying geese.

The winter rain is biting on the face, although it is not worth mentioning, but when the temperature reaches extremely low.

The beauty of "like spring breeze, coming at night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees" is still intoxicating.

Rain is the spirit of nature. I love rain, and I love the poetic life in the rain.