The composition about rain begins with a poem.

1. The poem Spring Rain was written at the beginning of Tang Li Shangyin's diary.

When spring comes, I wear a coat with a white lining, but I only think about the white gate city where I can't go.

There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home.

The long road ahead will be full of new hardships, and the residual clouds are still vaguely like dreams.

Why, I see a lone goose in a cloud three thousand miles away.

Bai Juyi's Night Rain

Crying early, I rested again, and the residual light went out again.

Through the window, you know that it rains at night, and bananas speak first.

The Theme of Bai Juyi's "Willows in the Rain"

Wet green strips are broken, and there are many cold and yellow leaves.

I don't know what autumn rain means, but how to send it.

After Yuan Zhen's rain

There are more sleepy people, and the lights are dim.

The rain on the bamboo shoots is very heavy, so blowing the curtains will shake it.

Li shangyin drizzle

Curtain floating in Bai Yutang, chewing gum rolling.

Chu women were interested at that time, and it was cool.

Han Yu traveled to the south of the city, sixteen songs and rainy nights.

It can't rain at night, and earthworms are chirping among the grass in Chi Pan.

Put a pole across the horse and go back to the road before playing drums at the city gate.

Yuan Zhen's rain

Bamboo leaves still move when the wind blows, and raindrops are dark and bright.

I have been on a boat in Xijiang River, and I have heard the tent dripping on a cold night.

Li Shangyin's note to a northern friend on a rainy night.

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.

When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

Duichthys

Li Anyun took the plug and handed it to me, and the curtain invaded the lamp to send loneliness.

After a sleepless night, there are bananas outside the master's window.

Wen de chun Yu

The drizzle falls into crimson gauze, and the Huting eats Zhu Meng's house cold.

People in the Southern Dynasties claimed to be flowing goods, and the palace used to be apricot flowers.

Wei Xianyang county in

Midaregumo is like a beast rushing out of the mountains, and the wind and rain are all over the Weihe River.

Empty, nothing to see, geese oblique couplet.

Xue neng Yu Xia

There are plenty of fish in the sea.

There is a rush to remove the sound everywhere, and the residual potential leans towards the building.

Red leaves are covered with trees, and flowers fall with dust.

Xiaoxiang infinite thinking, glanced at Jane.

The spring rain is on the seventh river.

It rained in the first month on the Yangtze River, and the earth was in turmoil.

Half of it is Emei snow, which is heavy for Zeguohan.

Farmland is flooded, making it difficult for tourists to travel.

Worried about killing poets, the waves are boundless.

Song Su Shi's Drunken Book of Looking at the Lake Building

Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat.

Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.

Li Zhou Tang Wei in the parting dusk rain

The Chu River is shrouded in thin rain, and the companion city rings in the dusk.

The rain is heavy, the sky is not right, and the birds fly slowly.

The Yangtze River flows into the distance of the Yangtze River, and the trees are full of rain.

Farewell to my old friend, I love infinity, and tears fall down on the river.

2. The composition about Spring Rain (beginning with a poem) is 650 words. "Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." How well Du Fu wrote this poem! Yes, after the severe winter, the spring rain came quietly to the world like smoke. He urged the earth to wake up, and he added vitality to spring. Whenever this time, I like to walk in the rain and enjoy the beautiful patterns woven by the fine spring rain.

Look! The drizzle covered the earth like smoke and gauze, making it look picturesque. The drizzle moistens the willow, which wakes up, softens its branches and spits out buds as big as rice grains; The breeze blows the Buddha statue, swaying gently, like a group of fairies in gauze skirts dancing. As if someone was directing, the birds flapped their wings, released their voices on the willow branches and sang the praises of spring happily. Yingchun couldn't help laughing, and the green grass wet by the rain was not to be outdone. She shook herself off the ground and put a furry green dress on it. Ah! How beautiful! This tree, this flower and this grass constitute a beautiful picture that only the spring rain can describe!

Look! The children were also attracted, waving red, sky blue and crimson umbrellas in the spring rain, so many, so beautiful ... There is a man with glasses among the children-isn't that our teacher? Ah! Teacher, isn't the spring rain your incarnation? Aren't you selflessly watering the flowers of the motherland like spring rain?

3. Composition 1 Describe the beginning and end of the rain at the beginning: I like autumn rain, which 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, 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.

End: 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! Full text: I like autumn rain, which 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, 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? 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 raindrops gently, but the wind is too strong. Raindrops run forward, running like naughty children ... Maybe autumn rain is more sentimental like a girl, 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! At the end of the composition of the rain, the second article begins: the autumn rain that cried all night cried a foggy morning.

The whole city was filled with gloomy mood and reluctantly opened sleepy eyes. Humid air, light rain.

Hold a transparent umbrella and walk aimlessly in the rain. It's raining quietly, and there are few pedestrians with umbrellas in the street, but I seem to be out of place with them, forming a sad picture.

The roadside trees, representing the prosperity of the past summer, have now become the remains of ancient Roman architecture, shrinking in the autumn rain and recalling the glorious past. Withered leaves, wanton raindrops hit them, and they groaned.

The color of the grass has turned into a melancholy yellow, and no fresh flowers can be found underground. The grass hung its head, full of tears, sighing their poor lives, just like:' Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, Qiu Guang is long, and autumn windows are sad, so the wind and rain are bleak!' The surrounding high-rise buildings are more solemn in this rain. They stood there quietly, accepting the baptism of this autumn.

The ending: Rainy days always bring back too many sad memories. The umbrella fell to one side, closed my eyes and felt the smell of rain.

Sad raindrops flow slowly in the air along the hair, condense, fall and spread. It's raining harder and harder, which blurs my sight and memory and impacts my heart.

Maybe lonely people understand the mood of rain, and I hope it won't drown my heart. The dark clouds in front of you can't see the light in the sky, but you must always believe that after the rain, it will clear up.

If you are in pain, you should also believe in life after tears, so that you can become clear after the rain. Stand firm even on muddy roads in the rain.

It was cloudy for three consecutive days. When school was over, it began to rain lightly. I quickly reached out my hand. Like tickling me, small raindrops hit my head, face and palms ... making me itch all over. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, like a small bean, and the crown of the tree is jingling, like singing a cheerful song.

People in the street are not in a hurry to hide from the rain, and slowly enjoy the coolness brought by the rain. The ground was wet with raindrops, and the leaves gradually became greener and quieter. The flowers that have been dry for many days finally "drank" the sweet water drops and unfolded the beautiful petals.

As night fell, the lights came on and it rained harder. Like countless silver lines, the uneven places on the ground accumulate into puddles, and the rain drops in them, splashing small ripples. 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 sentimental girl, it can be gentle.

4. The beginning of the composition describes the sadness of rain, beautiful sentences, pieces of rain, and transparent elves sprinkled in the air.

Listen carefully ...

The rain is smiling softly. I'm afraid to disturb everything that is recovering. Dew-like spring rain gently touches the earth and moistens every inch of it, just like nursing your child, so gentle. It's raining like curtains, like the lines on my mother's face when she smiles. Seeing it is like seeing my gentle mother, and my heart is full of warmth.

The rain makes an unbridled sound. It brings a little coolness to the earth, and its noise is not annoying, but it makes people feel happy and happy. It always likes to play jokes on people, and only when the earth is hottest will it bring a timely rain to the earth. Summer rain always reminds me of the "passionate desert". When it came, the annoyance and heat in my heart were driven away, so cold that I wanted to open my throat and sing.

5. How to write the beginning and end of the composition describing autumn rain: I like autumn rain, which 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, 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.

End: 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! Full text: I like autumn rain, which 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, 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? 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! The beginning of this autumn rain: the autumn rain that cried all night cried a foggy morning. The whole city was filled with gloomy mood and reluctantly opened sleepy eyes.

Humid air, light rain. Hold a transparent umbrella and walk aimlessly in the rain.

It's raining quietly, and there are few pedestrians with umbrellas in the street, but I seem to be out of place with them, forming a sad picture. The roadside trees, representing the prosperity of the past summer, have now become the remains of ancient Roman architecture, shrinking in the autumn rain and recalling the glorious past.

Withered leaves, wanton raindrops hit them, and they groaned. The color of the grass has turned into a melancholy yellow, and no fresh flowers can be found underground.

The grass hung its head, full of tears, sighing their poor lives, just like:' Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, Qiu Guang is long, and autumn windows are sad, so the wind and rain are bleak!' The surrounding high-rise buildings are more solemn in this rain. They stood there quietly, accepting the baptism of this autumn. The ending: Rainy days always bring back too many sad memories.

The umbrella fell to one side, closed my eyes and felt the smell of rain. Sad raindrops flow slowly in the air along the hair, condense, fall and spread.

It's raining harder and harder, which blurs my sight and memory and impacts my heart. Maybe lonely people understand the mood of rain, and I hope it won't drown my heart.

The dark clouds in front of you can't see the light in the sky, but you must always believe that after the rain, it will clear up. If you are in pain, you should also believe in life after tears, so that you can become clear after the rain.

Stand firm even on muddy roads in the rain. Full text: This autumn rain! Crying for a night in the autumn rain, crying for a foggy morning.

The whole city was filled with gloomy mood and reluctantly opened sleepy eyes. Humid air, light rain.

Hold a transparent umbrella and walk aimlessly in the rain. It's raining quietly, and there are few pedestrians with umbrellas in the street, but I seem to be out of place with them, forming a sad picture.

The roadside trees, representing the prosperity of the past summer, have now become the remains of ancient Roman architecture, shrinking in the autumn rain and recalling the glorious past. Withered leaves, wanton raindrops hit them, and they groaned.

The color of the grass has turned into a melancholy yellow, and no fresh flowers can be found underground. The grass hung its head, full of tears, sighing their poor lives, just like:' Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, Qiu Guang is long, and autumn windows are sad, so the wind and rain are bleak!' The surrounding high-rise buildings are more solemn in this rain. They stood there quietly, accepting the baptism of this autumn.

Flash, shake it to the bus stop. Standing and staring, watching the number of people on the bus gradually decrease, watching the people at the station gather and disperse.

Breathing the faint fragrance of osmanthus in the air, listening to the lingering love words of a pair of lovers beside me, delicate as rain, affectionate as rain. The lingering and affectionate rain filled me with gentle breath, and the romantic feelings floating between heaven and earth surrounded me.

I can't help reaching out to feel the temperature of the raindrops, but my palms are a little cold. Look up at the sky through a transparent umbrella covered with raindrops.

I just think it's too dark, the rain is falling from the sky, and my eyes are closed. The rain did not fall on the face, but on the umbrella.

The posture of raising your head seems to be so hard. So I looked down at the ground, and the wet red floor tiles gave off a pungent pig color, which was in sharp contrast with white canvas shoes at the foot.

Rainy days always bring back too many sad memories. The umbrella fell to one side, closed my eyes and felt the smell of rain.

Sad raindrops are smooth.

6. The five-character poem at the beginning of the rain is 1. Chanting after the Rain —— Tang Du Mu's Yangzhou Zen Temple.

2. Rain breaks the lotus —— Tang Fengyan's thoughts on "The magpie treads, and the autumn leaves the banana half-cracked"

3. Rain can't fall into the sky —— My Misfortune by Tang Libai

4. A leaf boat in the rain and tears-Tang Libai's Seventeen Poems of Qiupu.

5. Raindrops brighten the yellow leaves —— Reading Si Kongshu's "Come for the Night".

6. Sunset after the rain-Don Wen Ting-Cloud "Bodhisattva Man, South Garden Full of Light Catches"

7. What is the reason for the long rain? -Tang Bai Juyi's Ten Continued Ancient Poems

8. The rain is sad-sixteen small poems by Tang Bai Juyi.

9. Teacher Rain Blows —— Tang Juyi's Forty Rhymes on March 30th.

10, rainy and rainy —— Tang Dumu's "Seeing off Meng Chi's ancestor in Chizhou"

1 1, Rain falls on the stone wall-Du Fu's Rain in Tang Dynasty

12, the mountains don't change into rain —— Rain and Sunny by Du Fu in Tang Dynasty.

13, the same day when the rain came-Tang Bai Juyi's Reading Han Shu.

14, sunny day after the rain-Tang Bai Juyi's book "Returning to the morning to send Yuan 8".

15, fishing in the rain is small —— Two Poems of Jiang Guo Wandering in Late Spring and Early Summer by Tang Bai Juyi.

16, the cicada stops after the rain-two poems of Autumn Pond by Tang Bai Juyi.

17, crying little girl on a rainy night-Tang Juyi's "Pei Chang Shi sees eighteen rhymes on the rose shelf because of the wide use of thirty rhymes"

18, Rainy Night in Hongqiao —— The Banquet at Andeshan Pond by Tang Shangguan Yi.

19, the smoke is green after the rain-Tang Libai's Sunset in the Mountains.

20. The rain is lying on the edge of the post building-On the Ship by Tang Du Fu