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The composition on the third day of the rain is 600 words

Chapter 1: rain is accidental. I like you. In the days with you, let me know that the sun is always after the wind and rain. I walked alone on the bright road, greedily enjoying the sunshine scattered on the earth. The flowers along the road and the grass in the ditch sway with the rhythm of the wind. How I want to go on like this until the end of my life. However, you broke my wish & hellip& hellip; The sun suddenly pulled down his gloomy face, and the white clouds pressed the flat face down to me step by step. I was stunned and overwhelmed, and there was a haze everywhere. " Shua & hellip; ', You suddenly jumped, hit me with your prickly body and surrounded me. I don't know how to go. Where is the road? Vaguely in a trance, it seems like a big tree. " Shua & hellip; ', Your roar is louder. Do you encourage me to take shelter there? So I ran there recklessly and found that it was not: the big tree sheltering from the rain disappeared; And you lashed me angrily & hellip& hellip; I shrink and hesitate awkwardly & hellip& hellip; Finally, I took a heavy step, moving in the mud and facing your direction. I firmly believe that this is correct. I understand you from your horn. You're not so terrible. Gradually, you only have a little strength left to fall on me & hellip& hellip; I dragged my tired body on. Not far ahead, the sun poked out his head and opened his smiling face & hellip& hellip; My tears and yours flow down my cheeks. At this time, the foot is a grassland, and there is a bright rainbow above the hill. Is that the crystallization of your and my tears? Now, I like you, I know you like me too. Because I understand you & hellip& hellip; Chapter 2: on rainy days, the light rain on the street is as smooth as crisp, and the grass color is not seen from a distance. It's good when the water is clear, and it's strange that the mountains are empty and rainy. It rained. The rain hit the eaves, pattering, both like tears and water from the faucet. The continuous spring rain dyed the earth green, and the soft spring wind warmed the river. The bamboo forest under the garden rustled with the wind, and the crystal clear water droplets rolled on the bamboo leaves. The dry land was moistened and protected by the rain. The land smiled happily. The original dark yellow spiritless color of the land became dark and bright, the bamboo giggled, the sound of silver bells, and the breeze. On the stone chair, I printed the first footprints of spring on the soft land. I took a small umbrella and splashed a layer of white rain and fog on the stone road, just like a ethereal white yarn. I walked in the rain and fog. The rain on the ground is as clear as a mirror, listening to the rustling sound of the rain beating lightly on the broad leaves of Populus or the Indus tree, and the gravel road has become slippery and interesting. I walk cautiously, and the grass is green and oily on both sides. From time to time, dogs bark and grass is covered with dew beads. They seem very satisfied with the clothes that drop from the clouds, and the breeze comes. They trembled with their rich and full gemstones, surrounded by small trees and snuggled on both sides of it. Wet weather, wet mood, even thoughts are wet, thoughts are lingering like drizzle, there is no end, there is no end. Outside the window, the rain hits the window. There is no rhythm and melody, but it sounds good. There is a feeling of feeling before it becomes a tune. It is like knocking on the piano and playing a purple dream. The rain has stopped. The chirping of birds was faintly heard in the sky. After the rain, everything is so fresh. The grass is greener and whiter, the tree is more new, and the tree full of Olives is more green. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. With wind the spring rain sneaks in night. Silently, it moistens everything. The rain is still ringing, like my real heartbeat & hellip& hellip; Chapter 3: the rain blew, and a flash of lightning cut through the sky. Then, the thunder and the rainstorm came to the world almost in the same second. I don't know what's going on today. It was a good day. Suddenly it overcast and rained cats and dogs. The rain drops as big as soybeans hit the ground, as if to say, 'Uncle earth, we've come to see you!' At this time, I hurried to school on my bike and was stunned by the rain. I saw a string of silver thread falling from the sky, shaking left and right with the wind, but there were some traces of broken lotus roots. Take another look at the shrubs in the green belt. They are greedily sucking rain and dew, just like a baby drinking milk! To make a long story short, in the second class, the rain outside became more and more fierce, and the clouds became darker and darker. It seems that the rain making things of Lei Gong's electric mother have been taken away by their naughty little grandson to play. Lightning one after another, thunder one after another, the big one is like a bomb in the sky, and the small one is like a water bottle falling to the ground. During the break, the students rushed to the toilet. Ha, it's interesting. Students without umbrellas have become drowned. If you don't say it, those with umbrellas are also 'difficult to set bad luck'. The wind carries raindrops and may attack you from which direction. On the way home from school, I walked in the street in my poncho. Pedestrians hurried through the streets with umbrellas. People from all walks of life sat on all kinds of bicycles. People from all walks of life rode in different directions wearing colorful ponchos & hellip& hellip; Ah! Rain, the essence of the earth, the gift of heaven, the things that heaven and earth are in harmony with. It's a veil! It's silver! It's a bead curtain! Ah! Charming rain! The storm shows the majestic momentum of the sky and the majesty of the sky. I also have a deep infatuation with it, especially this rainstorm. Looking out of the window, my heart couldn't help shouting: 'let the storm come more violently!' Chapter 4: rain I like rain since I was a child. Whenever it rains, I feel very happy and comfortable & hellip& hellip; I like watching the rain. Every drop of rain can condense my eyes; I like listening to the rain. Every raindrop touches my soul. Whether depressed or joyful, what the rain brings to me is either a peace and security, a fighting spirit and hope, an understanding and perception of youth life, or a precipitation of literature and art, because the flying raindrops are always affectionate words. Rain is warm, 'blowing the face does not contain willow wind', that is the perception of the body, 'touching clothes to wet apricot rain', is the sustenance of the soul; The rain is tender, 'the light rain on the sky street is as smooth as crisp' is the warm and cool after entering the muscle, 'the grass color is far away, but there is no' is the desire of people and seasons. The rain is lingering, lingering in the self-talk of 'how to cut the west window candles together', the lingering dream in tenderness' but when it rains at night in Bashan 'always makes people wait, waiting for the next long autumn day. Rain is leisure, 'seven or eight stars outside the sky' is the background of leisure, 'two or three rain in front of the mountain' has become the theme of the picture, which is leisure and helplessness in leisure outside the mountain. Rain is spiritual. It rains one after another in the Qingming Festival. It is rain. It destroys the wet road and exaggerates the sad atmosphere. Rain is an exciting drum. Lying in the night and listening to the wind and rain, 'the sound of rain surges with an old and vigorous passion; Rain is the carrier of inaction, green Indocalamus and bamboo hat. Green coir raincoat, the wind and rain don't have to return ', go and stay in the wind and rain, no matter how many things he floats and sinks! When the drizzle turns into purple smoke, it is wisps immersed in the state of mind. " In the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasty, how many buildings are in the misty rain ', this rain is the perception of time; Rain is a burning heart, 'even if the rain doesn't know the spring goes, only when it is sunny can we know the depth of summer'; Rain is a warm feeling, 'the remnant goes to collect summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn haze'; Rain is a ray of refreshing meaning, 'after the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn'. Listening to the rain is a state of mind. Holding a Book of 300 Tang poems and reading it near the window, many artistic conception quietly sprouted in the sound of the rain. Whether you are in the rain or not, you can get a spiritual edification and baptism. Rain, moisten my knowledge seeking heart! I will always thank you! Chapter 5: listening to the rain with an umbrella, I didn't fight. The drizzle of Ren drizzled on my body, penetrated into my clothes and trousers, and had close contact with my skin. It was cool, but refreshing. The rain falls among the leaves, and the leaves drip the melody of the cello. Lingering in my ears is the wonderful sound of silk and bamboo, a wisp, light, thin and gentle. When the small glass window is opened, a fragrance pours on the face, mixed with the fragrance of soil, the light fragrance of leaves, the fragrance of flowers and the plain fragrance of rain. Flower tea generally emits such a wonderful fragrance! Reach out, catch a drop of rain, clear and cool, sweep away the dry heat and calm the irritable mood. The rain fell on the pond, and the pond jumped out of the dulcimer like music. The intricate notes are so compact and connected, but also so unrestrained. They are like the fleeting spark of the composer's inspiration, like the faint drums from the distant ancient battlefield. Your song slowly rises into the nine clouds, and then diffuses in the dense night air, breaking the boundaries of time and space and connecting people's hearts. For a time, countless tunes rippled from the bottom of my heart and played in my ears with your piano. The rain had no intention of abating, but it was fierce. The raindrops gradually return, the waterfall pours down, and the sound is high and fluctuating. A loudspeaker is invisible between heaven and earth, which expands the sound and makes the sound waves expand and grow outward. The sound hit your eardrum, and your heart was shocked. How magnificent it is! The mood can no longer be calm, rise and fall with the music. The rain kept beating on the ground, and the water splashed on the ground from time to time, and then the water splashed 'Shua' back to the ground. Isn't this the music score composed by the ground and rain? The sound of rain has increased by decibels, with more sharpness and courage in the sound, just like swearing in its determination to win. The music continued, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes thick, sometimes crisp, constantly alternating, playing the Quartet of rainy season. Spring rain is lively without losing its tenderness; Summer rain is warm without losing its strength; The autumn rain is continuous without losing its brightness. " The light rain on Tianjie is as smooth as crisp ', and the rain is delicate;' Touch clothes to wet apricot flowers, and the rain is leisurely; ' The sound of wind and rain comes at night ', and the rain is strong. Article 6: a rain man is always so sad. An event, a photo, or even a rain can make people feel ups and downs & hellip& hellip;-- Outside the window, I saw the rain beating plantains. Looking at the pattering rain, fatigue came slowly. Several naughty rain slipped into my bedroom with the wind and hit me in the face. My heart trembled & hellip& hellip; I don't know how long I haven't got rid of the noise of high-rise buildings; I don't know how long I didn't put down my upset textbooks and take a good walk along the path in the back mountain & hellip& hellip; Today, it's time to throw off the heavy burden and happily throw into the arms of the path. In the Misty drizzle, it lies, so lonely and so quiet. Coming up was a little girl with a sheep's horn braid. With a naive smile, she ran and called her grandpa. " Brother, why don't you bring an umbrella? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold? That needs a needle. It hurts! " Hearing her curious question, I was stunned & hellip& hellip; It was a clear and breezy noon. The sun scorched everything mercilessly. There was no possibility of rain. I didn't care about the weather at all. It was just