Rain composition 450 words narrative sixth grade 2022

Rain solar terms, you will know what it means by listening to the name. It will rain that day, and the rain will drip to the ground, giving people who plant trees enough water. Do you like rainy solar terms? The following is a 450-word narrative of the 2022 Rain Composition in Grade Six compiled by me, for your reference only. Welcome to read this article.

Chapter 1: A 450-word narrative of Rain Composition In 2022, a raindrop rolled into a broken bucket in the sixth grade, a pair of dripping eyes stared at the raindrop, a pair of corners of the mouth grinned the most brightly, and a dark face was like a blooming flower. "It's raining, it's raining!" Finally.

When the rain filled the bucket, he grabbed the bucket in one hand and ran home-a shabby hut. Carefully put down the bucket and scooped some water from two broken porcelain bowls, one for my sister who is less than four years old and the other for my mother who is over forty years old. Scoop another bowl, take it out of the door, not far away, and put it in front of dad's grave. Since his father died, he left school and shouldered the burden of his family. But he never complained, just prayed and thanked, and lived without hesitation.

He ran home again, took out all the buckets to catch the rain, tidied up everything at home, and ran to the fields to grow pears. He is countless thanks for this spring rain, and he is optimistic about life. He never thought about his future. He only hopes that his mother can rest assured that she is well, and that her sister will study hard when she grows up and live a better life than now. He believes that as long as he works hard, he will wait for a moist rainy day sooner or later. No matter how heavy the rain is and how cold the wind is, it is always good to rain!

After everything was done, he sat down. The rain is still dripping. He is so strong because he knows how to believe. He lifted his head back, closed his eyes and let the rain and sweat flow down his neck. "It's sunny when it rains."

Happiness is the downpour after being strong.

Chapter 2: 450-word narrative of rain composition It's going to rain in the sixth grade in 2022, and it's cloudy. Lei Gong banged the drum hard in the sky, making a "rumble, rumble" thunder, which startled people. Not to be outdone, Dian Mu waved his "light stick" and said to Lei Gong, "Let's have a competition and see who is more capable."

Xiaoyu came to the embrace of Mother Earth in Brother Feng's "flying car". It landed on a beautiful flower and said happily, "Sister Xiaohua, you smell good. Can I be your good friend? " The flower nodded and said happily, "Good. Bee and I are good friends, too. It comes to me every day to collect flowers and honey. "

The light rain fell on the frog's back and said loudly, "Hello little frog, let's play water jump!" " The little frog croaked, "Good, good." Xiaoyudian jumped on a big stone, turned around and shouted, "Little frog, hurry up, I'll jump to the other side of the river soon."

The light rain came to the beautiful school. It landed on Brother Chuang's face and said anxiously, "Brother Chuang, can you let me in and play with the children?" The window closed with a click and said seriously, "No, I'll let you in. The child will catch a cold if he gets wet." Xiaoyu was shut out of the door and looked at the child who was listening carefully and cried sadly.

After a while, the rain stopped, and both Lei Gong and Dian Mu went home to rest. Grandpa Sun ran out of the clouds with a big smile. There are seven colors of rainbows hanging on the beautiful horizon, smiling at people.

Chapter 3: A 450-word narrative of rain composition When I got up in the morning of the sixth grade in 2022, I found that the sky was gloomy and there was no wind, and my every move was sweat. I saw a swallow flying very low, and I knew that heavy rain was coming. Sure enough, after a while, a breeze blew.

The naughty breeze teases people's skirts for a while and plays with the fallen leaves on the ground for a while. The wind is blowing harder and harder, and the leaves on the branches are swinging wildly, as if they were about to fall at any moment. Lightning appeared, it cut through the foggy sky, then thunder sounded, and then the rain poured down.

Heavy rain spots beat on the windows of the earth like soybeans, leaving their "signatures" and marks like copper coins. In a short time, some windows are like waterfalls, some are like "wounds" pulled out by "golden whips", and some are like round beans stuck to the windows. Many puddles were smashed on the expressway, and beautiful water splashed on both sides when the car was driving. Pedestrians on the road, some with umbrellas and some wearing raincoats, hurried on.

The rain is getting smaller and smaller. After a while, the rain stopped, the sun rose from the sky and a rainbow appeared in the sky.

The leaves of the roadside trees are shining, and the flowers bow their noble heads, but their faces are bright. The grass is covered with oil, green and bright. I walked on the wet avenue, and the whole avenue was so clean and fresh. How fresh the air is, I breathe the fresh air gently, ah! How comfortable!

The rain took away the sultry heat and brought us coolness. Rain gave the earth a comfortable cold bath, nourishing all life on the earth. This is really a "good rain knows the season"!

In the early morning of 2022, when the birds were still asleep, I was completely awake and quietly watched the sunrise on the balcony.

At first, the sky was dark and black. Later, several rosy clouds appeared in the eastern sky. That bright red is so bright and eye-catching in the dark, so pure without a trace of noise. Just as the blush was getting lighter and lighter, navy blue, lemon yellow, moss green and other colors squeezed into the sky. These colors seem to be naughty children playing hide-and-seek with Xia Hong. As the shallow crimson is wrapped in darkness bit by bit, the sea blue is hidden and the lemon yellow is hidden. After a while, all these colors were hidden.

The sky suddenly turned crimson, decorating the whole city like a fairy tale world.

Look! The guy with a round head and a round brain, Sun, suddenly broke away from the embrace of high-rise buildings and looked at the world with his head around. After a while, I saw it slowly going up and down! Like trying to get rid of the shackles. Look at it. It is full of power and its face is flushed.

Suddenly, it jumped out from the horizon and turned the surrounding sky into gold.

"ah! The sun! " I looked down and rubbed my eyes. When I looked up, the sun was already hanging in the pink-blue sky like a golden disc.

I feel that the tall building under my feet has become a rolling ocean and the balcony has become a ship. It takes me forward, forward, towards the rising sun!

Chapter 5: The 450-word narrative of Rain Composition 2022 beautiful scenery didn't accompany us for long. The drizzling spring rain immediately drove away the bright sunshine. A little bit of spring rain wandered freely in the air like an elf with the music of spring, weaving a soft net to catch the whole spring world, and everything on the earth was nourished in the arms of spring mother. After all, too long winter consumes too much energy, just like a person who has recovered from a serious illness and needs urgent care.

Buxus on the roadside has long been difficult to hide its inner joy and has sprouted yellow buds. It rains all the time, nourishing this weak life and keeping them young and energetic at all times. The bud has gradually covered the old leaves, and it seems like an old man who has gone through vicissitudes of life, and will eventually be replaced by a young man.

When I got home, I was delighted to find that a drainage fir in front of my house was covered with a layer of green gauze, which was even more mysterious in the misty spring rain. In the past severe winter, people have almost forgotten the appearance of Metasequoia in midsummer.

Perhaps even more surprising is that rows of camphor trees, while their leaves are as red as maple leaves, have sprouted red and green buds, which makes people seem to see that they can bid farewell to aging and regain their youthful vitality like camphor trees.

Tonight, the rain finally stopped. Maybe tomorrow will be another sunny day.

Chapter 6: Rain Composition 450-word Narrative Grade 6 2022 It was a quiet night.

Silent night, too deep and gloomy, makes people feel a sense of oppression, so I, uh, lost sleep.

I don't know when the drizzle came out of the window, like a drifting fog. The night outside and the outside world were white, like a foggy morning world.

Open the window and lie down in front of it. I just feel the rain kissing my face, itchy, and my skirt is getting wet. Rain falls on the face, neck and hands, lingering like silk.

The rain is falling, because in the dead of night, I can actually hear its intimate dialogue with the world. It is the "pattering" sound of falling to the ground, and it is the "rustling" sound of gnawing leaves. Everything is like a note, intertwined, composing the most beautiful melody.

Rain, I like you. I like your calm, I like your carefree, I like your free heart, I like your bohemian. You don't stay for anyone. You can do anything you want. I envy you. ...

Rain, I love you. I don't want to show my weakness in front of anyone, but I can release everything in your arms. My tears can be unnoticed by anyone. I can say: it's raining. I can tell you anything I want. I want to tell you with all my heart ...

Rain, you are the pure land in my heart and my eternal belief!

Chapter 7: Rain Composition 450-word Narrative 2022 It is raining outside, and the sound of rain can be faintly heard in the room. I have an impulse to step out of the door and enter the rainy world to find out.

Outside is a rainy world, a blur.

It's raining heavily, mixed with strong winds.

Raindrops hit mountains, rivers and everything in the world. The history with 5,000 years of cultural heritage seems to be suddenly awakened. With the beating of rain, the history slowly transpires, and the vicissitudes of history gradually emerge in front of my eyes.

Suddenly I remembered a sentence by Su Dongpo, a great writer in the Song Dynasty: "Spring scenery is divided into three parts, dust is divided into two parts, and water is one part. In detail, it seems that it is not a flower, but a little bit of tears. " Su Dongpo, who is bold and unrestrained, turned tears and clear water when leaving into the most beautiful scenery. Sadness and sorrow are always related to feelings. Before the next stage, the poet hid under the monk's house, and the rain knocked on the past sadly.

The poet turned Huayang, which looks like a flower or not, into an eternal famous sentence, kneaded it into a blue sky, and bumped into a lonely heart in the casual dusk.

I am walking in the world of rain, and my heart is clear in the melancholy Song Ci.