Sunny and rainy description composition

1. The first impression of the sentence describing the sun rain is this.

When I was a child, I went to the taro field with my mother to pick taro stalks and wanted to go home and cook dinner. My mother used a half-moon knife to pick taro stalks, and I squatted by and watched, thinking about the delicious bean paste stewed with taro stalks. Suddenly, I was disturbed by a deafening thunder, which came from a distant mountain.

I stood up and looked at the place where the thunder came. I found that the dark clouds at the other end of the sky seemed to hear the call and rushed to the top of the mountain to gather and pile up. Thunder kept ringing, as if the drums were ringing frequently. Suddenly, the general shouted, "Go!" It rained heavily in the dark clouds, and it rained heavily. A few kilometers away, I heard a crack, like scattering beans into soldiers.

I stood in the field, awed by the momentum of the shower, staring at the rain curtain in the distance in a daze, because this is the first time I have seen such a huge thunder, such a rapid gathering of dark clouds, such an incredible surge of rain. It's not bad to say "rain curtain" Showers are like the curtain pulled up at the end of the movie, neatly pulled into a column, and the rain is stepping on the soldiers' goose steps, stepping on Tian Yuan in unison and shouting magnificent and powerful passwords.

I usually want to cry when I hear thunder, but I didn't cry that day, just like being bitten by a goose for the first time. Accidents outnumber panic. The strangest thing is that although it is raining so hard, it is not far from me and my mother. The place where we are standing is still sunny, and my mother has no intention of running.

"Mom, it's raining, it's raining hard!" "It's northwest rain. It doesn't matter. It doesn't necessarily rain here. " No sooner had my mother finished speaking than the northwest rain came, sweeping through the air like a machine gun and crashing over our heads. At the moment of sweeping, I was soaked to the skin, and the huge raindrops exceeded my imagination. There was almost a palm when it exploded, and it hit me with a slight pain.

The northwest rain flooded us, and we kept going. Strangely, the place where we stand is still sunny, so that the intermittent rain weaves the golden land one by one like gold thread. The splashed water drops are like pieces of gold, which are really beautiful.

Mom still didn't mean to hide from the rain. In fact, there is nowhere to hide in the open field. She went on harvesting uncut taro stalks. I remember she told me that if the thick taro stalks were not cut off, the young leaves wrapped inside would grow slowly and the taro in the field would not grow firmly. When I tied the taro stalks with grass, my mother said to me, "This is northwest rain. If it rains when the sun is shining, it is called solar rain, also called March 8 rain.

Then, she explained, "I just thought that the shower would not fall on the taro field, but I was wrong, because although it rained heavily, it didn't rain widely or quickly. "Our conversation in the wild was as normal as at home, and we almost forgot that we were standing in a huge shower. My mother probably saw my stupidity and smiled and said, "It hurts to hit my head! "Then I cut off the biggest taro leaves and let me hold on. Taro leaves can't cover the northwest rain, but they can temporarily block the pain of the rain.

When our work was almost finished, the northwest rain stopped. My mother and I walked home along the ridge and saw a lot of water flowing in the ditch in Shenzhen. The whole Qiwei River is almost full, which shows how huge the rain is, although it is short. The sun is still shining, as if ignoring the rain just now. I feel that the rain on my body is evaporating rapidly, and the fields are like steaming white gas.

I feel a sweet heat in the air, and the earth is full of vitality. "This northwest rain is very fat and is the best for our land. We are farmland people, and it rains occasionally. After the storm, it is not easy for us to catch a cold.

"The ridge only allows one person to pass, and my mother said to me later. At this time, we walked near the banana garden, and the tall father came out of the banana garden and was soaked through. " Whew! What a heavy shower! Then he picked me up, touched my bald head and said, "Did you surprise Lei Gong?" I shook my head, and my father smiled happily: "Ha ... King Kong Head, no wind, no rain, no sun.

"Then he put a hat on my head and we walked home slowly. When I got home, my clothes were all dry. Before I got home, I looked up at the fields that had just rained and saw an arc-shaped rainbow across the sky. The sky is clean and clear, without any impurities.

Every summer, there is northwest rain in the south of Taiwan Province Province. Just after taking a nap in the afternoon, thunder will ring on time, sometimes in the east and sometimes in the west, like a date between rain and the earth. In Taipei, the capital, if the air is dirty in summer, I will think, "If only it rains northwest!" " "Although the northwest rain is fierce, it is the source of land vitality, and it also makes us feel how small people are in the majestic rain scene.

I think the world is full of desire and greed because people can't see their own smallness, so they lack awe of the natural laws of heaven and earth. Strong winds and heavy rains have given us endless inspiration at some moments. I remember meeting several big typhoons when I was a child. From the wooden window at home, I saw my father's bananas falling in rows. I feel very sad in my heart, but at the same time I feel great strength and awe of nature.

After the typhoon, we children will meet at Qiwei Creek to "watch the flood" and watch the flood inundate the creek and dike waist. Cattle, sheep, pigs, chickens and even farmers in the upper reaches will be silent. From the perspective of landscape and life, people are as small as ants. I often remember the sudden stop and the instant sunshine; Or "solar rain", the sun shines when it rains heavily.

The so-called "March 8 rain" is a field where it rains on one side and it doesn't rain on the other. I stood in the middle of the rain line several times, so that my right side was hit by the rain and my left side received the sunshine. Rain on March 8 is a puzzle of life, which makes it difficult for me to understand. When I asked my mother, she solved the problem in a few words. She said, "Everything has a boundary. No matter how high the mountain is, there is always a vertex; No matter how long a river is, it can always find its source; No matter how long people live, it is impossible to live forever; The same is true of rain. It can't rain, and it can't rain forever ... "Although there are many changes in the process, the result is always unpredictable. We may be hit by rain and the warmth of the sun at the same time, or we may be mercilessly exposed by the sun.

2. Sun Rain Composition 800 Narrative Sun Rain has a faint yellow-brown Gobi and occasionally a grotesque wind. Africa shows its clear outline in such a long yellow sand.

The camel bells in the distance bear the deepest attachment of black men to ethereal loneliness. However, in this scorching desert, there is another kind of touch, another kind of sunshine ... When night falls, everything around is quietly dimmed, and the boundless vilen is filled with enchanting moonlight. Suddenly, the bonfire lit up half the sky, sometimes like a dragon rushing to the sea, and sometimes like a phoenix flowing beads ... on this human being. When those "Christian worshippers" point their swords and guns at this primitive land, the fate of Africans is destined to accept another test.

The rolling sea is ruthless and turbulent, how millions of ships bear the burden, and how the low and miserable life situation is bad for him ―― thousands of African lives are buried in different lands, and the noisy African tribes are getting sad day by day. Helplessness, sadness, grief and anger enveloped this vast land.

On the left are broken families, and on the right are countless destroyed properties. In front is the danger of being destroyed, and behind is the drag out an ignoble existence that has become goods. Faced with various choices and increasingly endangered territories, the African people resolutely chose the final position of being strong in life and great in war, for life and freedom. Even in the face of the enemy's bloody bayonet, they are still laughing, they are laughing ... so they pick up hoes and sharp knives and smile at the enemy. When Nujoma strolled off the plane and kissed the land he had been away from for 30 years, when the light of independence enveloped Namibia, Africa, the country most eager to fly, they won, and the African people ushered in the dawn of tomorrow and a new future with their own hands! From ignorance to war, from humiliation to revival to modernization, Africa has not closed its doors because of its painful history. They have crossed the hereditary land and stepped onto the world stage: peace forces have them, WTO has them, and economic and trade fields have them ... and African athletes on the sports field, in particular, embody the exuberant vitality, unyielding belief and shocking self-esteem of the whole black nation.

I remember a friend said that a swimming event in an African country participating in the Olympic Games was vacant, and a young national resolutely participated on behalf of the country in order to fulfill the Olympic mission for his motherland. You should know how difficult it is for him to swim. He took part in the preliminary round alone.

There is a blue pool at the foot, a questioning crowd on the stage, but there is only one end in my heart. This is the black god, the heart of a nation that cannot speak.

In the arena of this world, the sweat of the tanned favored son suddenly turns into a ray of sunshine, which makes people feel warm ... maybe this is sunshine and rain.

Before the solar rain, before the solar rain. One day after the solar rain, the sun was shining brightly, shining on the earth like gold. My brother and sister and I are playing on the balcony, enjoying the warmth brought by the sunshine.

Suddenly, the sky suddenly darkened and dark clouds blocked the sun, but the sun was not to be outdone. After a fierce "battle", the dark clouds defeated the sun, so it rained lightly. After a while, the sun did not admit defeat and drilled out of the clouds, and the sun shone all over the earth. I think it's strange. Why is it raining again? Sister said it would be sunny and rainy, and there might be a beautiful rainbow.

After a while, the rain stopped and the sun came out again.

Beautiful rainbows appeared, and I couldn't wait to count them: "Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple." Wow ... there are seven colors! Sister is so clever! I guess there will be a rainbow.

Sunshine and rain are really cool! I hope it rains again!

4. How to write a composition "Youth Without Regret" Tagore once said: When you miss the sun and you are crying, then you will miss the moon and stars. "Youth has no return ticket, it is a string of colorful wind chimes, always calling for the wind of freedom; Youth is a fine horse, running on all fours gives birth to wind; Youth is a golden song. The more you sing it, the more red it becomes. Youth is a vigorous dance, colorful clouds fill the sky when jumping; Youth is a string of laughter, which even God envies. In that case, why not let youth run wild! It is not youth to lock a smile in the classroom, seal a song in homework, bury liveliness in the dignified eyes of mom and dad, and suppress fantasy in helpless confusion. Let youth roll! Let youth dance! Let youth sing a song! Youth will only give you a bright smile in return. Youth is the torrent of life. Youth is beautiful and short-lived, but as long as you have it, you won't feel sorry. As the saying goes, "not for eternity, but for eternity." "Youth is like a poem, a dream and a fire. Young life pursues romance and seeks a trace of tranquility, which is poetic youth. A pure heart yearns for a bright future, designs one grand blueprint after another, and fantasizes one touching fairy tale after another. This is a dreamlike youth. Full of energy, we pursue the value of life with that persistence and * * * no regrets. This is passionate youth. Some people may say, "Youth is beautiful, but it is short-lived, so it is a pity. "Friend, why is India so sad? Why not cherish and enjoy the beautiful flower of youth and ponder the withered petals and yellow branches and leaves? As the saying goes, "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." "Isn't this the continuation of life? My friend, don't make much ado about nothing and lament that youth is short. Go forward and embrace youth! The novella "Hasty Youth" Perhaps your voyage will always be in the storm of mountains and rivers and songs. With your trudging steps, there are applause and flowers, and then you really feel the beauty of life. Maybe your heavy body can't climb the high slope outside the ivory tower. Black July only continued your parents' expectations, but the colorful dreams woven in your heart ended some unfulfilled promises. So all your dreams are locked in the house. You don't have the courage to salvage the continuation of life. But you have to understand that there is never a smooth road in the world, and perfection is just an ideal realm. After the vicissitudes of life, you should use your own beliefs to open the waves of life and stay away from the bottom of youth to open the curtain of dawn. Compared with the future life, you are actually too young, too simple and too plastic. The most important thing to grasp yourself from now on is to cherish the present time, enrich yourself to the greatest extent and develop yourself. Constantly improve themselves, develop themselves, constantly improve themselves, and constantly build tall buildings from the ground. Don't envy castles in the air. Don't fantasize about enjoying all the victories in the four seasons of life and having all the smiling endings. Losing once is not terrible, and losing once is not necessary to be sad. As long as there is no winter in Yuan Ye, it doesn't matter if it rains cats and dogs. Losing and winning are nothing. You don't always have to wander around that heavy note, because all winning or losing is accidental and inevitable in life experience. Don't complain why happiness is in the distant mountains. You know, the strings of life are always pulled by yourself. Come on, there is no fixed starting point for struggle. The place where you stand is the starting line. Plant unyielding faith in your heart, and your dream will come true one day! Flowers are similar every year, but people of different ages are different, and the road they have traveled will not come back. For those who travel far away, everything in the past is: "flying flowers at home is like a light dream, but little by little in my heart, and there will be more beautiful scenery in the distance." I appeal to you to join us and stand at a new starting line. How to write a record of no regrets? There is no longer road than feet, set foot on a new starting line and sail to the other side of the ideal! The next "Long Live Youth", youth is not depressed, only happiness. Even if the acne that grows because of too much oil is painful and itchy, the smiling face is still radiant; Even if the newly bought shoes have been worn for a few days, the pace of joy is still on the road. Although sometimes "I'm worried about giving new words", the short-lived unhappiness is just the "sunshine rain" before the colorful long red, and the episode can't affect the main theme at all. Youth is not hypocritical, only true. We don't need elaborate decoration or colorful clothes. Because we have the most beautiful capital in the world-innocence and nature. When you face a pair of bright eyes, a sincere and cheerful smile, and a certain enthusiasm for this city, you will find that our hearts are clear and flawless. Youth is not timidity, but courage. Maybe the road ahead is long, but we don't know anything, but we will casually say, "Don't worry about the road ahead, no one knows you." Maybe we have a great responsibility on our shoulders, but we will stubbornly "try to compete with the weather." "Cowards die several times before they die, and warriors die only once in their lives"-once upon a time, Shakespeare's famous sentence became their motto, and life gained more courage. Youth has no regrets, only hope. Failure is a prelude to success, and frustration is a catalyst for growth. "I was born useful." We should understand the truth that "romantic figures through the ages still look at the present." Youth has no bondage, only daydreaming. Don't take parents' advice as a constraint, it is their love that makes us grow up and make us have the age to daydream. Don't regard school rules as fetters, it is its education that makes us understand and gives us the ability to daydream. In youth, we can mold our own personality, pursue beautiful ideals and live in our own way. Youth is not cold, but warm. When we are in trouble, we have close friends to listen and comfort us. When you fail, you have the tolerance and support of a happy family; When there is no home, there is care and love from all walks of life ... Young hearts will not be frozen by the cold, but will only be cared for by the sun ... Maybe we are not as experienced as the elderly in their sixties and seventies; Perhaps we also lack the composure and reliability of middle-aged people in their forties and fifties; Maybe we can't get rid of the innocence and cuteness of five or six-year-old children; However.

5. Composition Sun Rain is a good habit to form a broadcast manuscript. In the morning, you rise from Ran Ran in the east, and at night, you slowly fall from the west.

It is you who make darkness and cold disappear and light and warmth appear. Your presence makes flowers smile,

Let the young trees spit out their buds. The food, clothing, shelter and use of human beings are inseparable from your contributions. Just talk about the sun rain!

Just talk about the sun rain! It began to rain in Mao Mao, and Grandpa Sun came out to meet us.

Under the sunshine, raindrops are like crystal dew, reflecting light in the air; Fell to the ground,

The splash is like a flawless lily. Rain, diffuse in the sky, flying lightly and falling,

Through the crystal bead curtain, the snow-white flowers are swaying vaguely in the breeze, so beautiful,

6. Interesting Sun Rain Diary My school life in Grade Three is like a colorful bridge, playing gobang, badminton, computer and accordion.

Nothing, I don't like it, but I still like reading.

My mother took me to Xinhua on Sunday, and there were so many people reading the books to be handed in! Stand there, sit there. I'm going there to have a look. Ah, there is no place again, alas! They just stand and read.

I went to the bookshelf, took a fairy tale book and read it with relish. The book The Wizard of Oz makes me think this story is Dorothy's hero.

After reading and accumulating, I have gained a lot for a long time. I read a wide range of things, including diaries, fairy tales, fables, short stories and writing elections.

This book has enriched my knowledge. I was deeply impressed by this book and its fans. This book has brought me a lot of fun and enriched my after-school life. I insist on playing every day except reading.

I remember when I was four years old, my mother asked me to learn the accordion. The teacher said I was too old for primary school, but I persisted in the end. I thought it was easy to learn from Qin Xiao, so I learned from Qin Xiao successfully.

Only when I feel uncomfortable, music and more difficulties, I want to give up some grand pianos. My mother said to me, "If you want to do a good job, you must stick to it and never give up. Persistence is victory. " With my mother's encouragement, I persisted.

This year, I successfully passed the accordion exam three times. I am very happy, Xin.

This is my school life. My school life is not rich enough, is it .