Autumn rain composition in grade three

In our daily study, work or life, we always touch or use composition. Composition is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from compressed and concise language that we can understand to developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is my composition about autumn rain carefully arranged in the third grade, hoping to help everyone.

I always like to stand in that corner and look up at the night sky at night, because the night sky is so quiet, there is no noise, only intoxicating beauty. ...

In the evening, the sky is thick and gloomy, as if to devour the whole earth. Suddenly, thin silver wires fell from the sky. It turned out that autumn rain came quietly. The drizzle is silent. Indeed, autumn rain always likes to come quietly, leaving junior high school quietly, unrestrained, unrestrained ... Autumn rain is beautiful, but the night after autumn rain is more charming and reluctant. As time went by, it was late at night. The world in the middle of the night is so quiet, only occasionally one or two cars accidentally cut a small crack in the silence when they were rushing. I like to watch Silent Night alone at this time. I thought the moon after the rain would hide in the clouds like a little girl. However, just as I forgot the sky, a fantastic concert had already begun.

The moon put on bright clothes and the stars put on shining cloaks. Accompanied by the stars, the moon played a silent lullaby. What a wonderful tune, people are fascinated by this silent tune and enter a sweet dream ... but I can't bear to go to sleep like this and continue to enjoy the silent sky, the white moon and the dazzling stars. There is an intoxicating scenery in the night after the autumn rain. The autumn evening breeze blows my cold face and cheeks, just like a mother stroking a sleeping child, so gentle and warm. I close my tired eyes and enjoy the peace this night has given me. I was drunk and intoxicated by this night ... I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a shrill horn woke me up from my intoxication, breaking the silence, but I recovered in an instant.

This boundless night sky, this starry sky, is so beautiful that I am fascinated by it, intoxicated by its beauty, lingering and attached to it. I can't bear to leave this night I love, but I will leave anyway. Under the lullaby of the month, I still reluctantly slipped into my dream.

That night, I dreamed of the night after the autumn rain.

Autumn rain composition 2 The rain at noon is still cleaning the clear autumn on the ground. It was dark, and I was lying in bed a little tired. I savored the sound of raindrops falling on the ground. Yu Guangzhong's Listening to Cold Rain said: "Rain is not only audible, but also impressive. ..... Listening to the rain is always an aesthetic feeling. " . Reading Li Houzhu's Langtaosha feels like such a scene, but it is not the case. He is a prisoner, I am free, his sorrow is broken, and my sorrow is my own. Compared with his sadness, mine is more like a grain of sand in the desert. Because the autumn rain made the forest at the foot of the mountain quiet for a moment, have the birds built a nest that can withstand the cold winter, and are they waiting for their loved ones to come back for reunion? It's the dog that barks constantly on weekdays, but it's quiet today, perhaps enjoying the family reunion with its owner and having no time to bark for loneliness.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock ... This kind of continuous audio-visual ticking is a lullaby and a ballad that my mother calls softly, teaching me to let go of all my troubles and fall asleep quickly. At night, I went to the top floor alone and watched from a distance. The noise of the city and the lanterns are beautiful. Seeing that all my family are scrambling to put something on the moon, I happily played with the grapefruit lantern made by my father. I am deeply immersed in this wonderful time. A cool breeze blew into the window, so I lay on my side and shrank, and I couldn't help yelling. Thin clothes let me feel the momentum of early winter, perfect. I soon remembered the good times in my dream. I think hard, but the more I think about it, the more painful I feel. More acidic; Tears could not help flowing out of the corner of my eyes and dripping on the pillow. Humidity; Cool, so is the pillow; So is the weather; So is my heart; All over the world. It's already night. The street lamp nearby is already on, it's raining, and it's dark. I got up to close the window, but I saw that the raindrops were so crystal clear in the light. Rain falls on the roadside, like a swift stream, flows into culverts and rivers. Where should the heart-breaking rain flow?

Rain is indeed an audible and considerable aesthetic feeling, but it is sad. In the dim light, I saw a familiar figure running here along the eaves of other people's homes and avoiding it carefully. I know that's my father. I ran downstairs and opened the door. "Dad, are you back?" I once choked up and said, "Alas, it is hard to get a ticket for the Mid-Autumn Festival." Reflecting the corner of his father's back through the street lamp, his absent father lost a lot of weight and had more white hair. Looking at my deep eyes and thinking that my father was still busy at his age, my sadness turned into a heat flow, which flowed into my heart and filled my eyes. I secretly dried my tears through the dark corner of the gate for fear that he would see me.

Autumn composition 3 autumn, walking alone in the country road, autumn leaves let the autumn rain fall, scattered all the way. This road extends to the forest near the village. Leaves pat lightly in the autumn rain and land among trees, accompanied by fruits until autumn. The same fate, different destination, made the fruit delicious, and the leaves returned to nature, with different fates. Leaves falling with the wind, with the tears of autumn rain, reluctantly embarked on a new journey. The wind caressed the fallen branches and waved to you, and an inexplicable sadness surrounded my heart. The rain wet my face and fell all over. Do you think this autumn rain can know my heart? I can't help feeling very disappointed. The autumn rain is cold and ruthless, the mountain village path is full of flowers, and the wind and rain have fallen leaves. Walking on the winding country road, looking back, I can't see my footprints, nor can I see my footprints, but I can still hear the leaves leave the branches and sigh. Autumn rain fascinated my eyes, and I was at a loss in the distance, but I felt at ease with the fallen leaves on the ground.

Autumn, autumn wind, autumn rain, fallen leaves falling on the country road with the wind, causing people's sadness and thousands of thoughts. Past events come to mind one by one, with sadness, hesitation, laughter and happy memories. Autumn is the season when everything is separated, and it is also the season when everything finds its home and spends the cold winter hand in hand ... Although autumn is a harvest season, it has a fruitful sense of fulfillment, but the sadness of fallen leaves is the sadness of bidding farewell to life. Flowers, grass and leaves all over the mountains and plains are accepting the last real farewell, and they are filled with fragrance in the sad season. In autumn, the smoke is bleak and rainy. Autumn rain is falling, like people telling about hard work.

Autumn rain is drizzling, autumn rain is continuous, and autumn is crisp. The country road wet with autumn rain, the road is full of rehmannia leaves, and the scenery is bleak. We met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? Emerge spontaneously. Life is like a dream, and the road is boundless with people. The bleak autumn rain came with the wind, breaking the scattered raindrops, as if it were my tears, pouring on my heart, colliding with my mood, making the green plants feel sad and telling the bitterness of life. There is a saying that autumn is more cruel in winter, and autumn rain is what I want! Everyone has their own pains, so who to talk to.

Autumn rain will stop, autumn wind will not blow forever, autumn rain always comes with the wind, but it passes in a hurry. Although autumn rain can be encountered every autumn, it is only a little sad and sad for fallen leaves. On both sides of the country road, Huang Chengcheng's ears of grain, red apples, smiling sunflowers and crystal clear big red dates have brought numerous fruits and laughter to the farm yard. A red, orange, yellow and green Qiu Jingtu also took away the melancholy, sadness and sadness of the farm yard.

Autumn has come to the world in people's beautiful hopes, bringing us the joy of harvest and evoking the sadness in our hearts. Just like listening to the spectacular frogs, it is also like the sad scene of Liu Yuxi's "Lonely Autumn since ancient times" and the melancholy of Li Bai's "My heart is full of worries about the bright moon". In our sparsely populated area, it seems that even the rain gods don't care about us. Occasionally, a sudden rain will be compared to a mirage. Maybe it's a beautiful day. Rain God visited the world last night, or it may be that the spirit of disabled athletes is commendable and touched the earth. It baptized the earth at midnight last night, and everything ushered in the light of hope. Looking at the morning, although the thick clouds are still shrouded, people's faces are filled with smiles, just like spring. No, this is a more beautiful season than spring.

Even this autumn rain has brought all this beauty, but it can't keep the leaves yellow, and the return of time can't stop the geese from returning to the south. It also brought us sadness. However, it has a memorable eleventh, the traditional Mid-Autumn Festival. Perhaps it is because such a month is so busy that our sadness will follow. In this golden autumn, we have more thoughts of "thinking about our relatives every festive season" and less joy of sharing; Life is more melancholy and less laughter.

In this sad and happy autumn, in this land blessed by the rain god. People's feelings are different, too. People who change like eighteen have grown up more or less.

I often look at the rain in order to wash away the dirt on the ground, but I often listen to the rain outside the window, and every drop of rain beats my heart; Often face the scene after the rain in a daze, thinking about those boring life troubles, will be sad and happy. Happily, it is Thanksgiving and Harvest Festival. In this golden autumn, there are festivals for our beloved teachers and harvest for our lovely compatriots. There is also sadness. "There is one person missing from the dogwood." In this full moon, I can only enjoy loneliness alone, and the affection between the two places is suffering. Watching the full moon makes me jealous.

After the autumn rain, there are many smiles and tears in the rain. Perhaps only this yearning and jealousy, painful and profound season ... will make us fall into the whirlpool of contradictions of distress.

The intermittent rain falls quietly on the ground, adding a different style to the sad autumn. -inscription

It is raining.

I stood alone on the balcony, quietly savoring the beauty of autumn rain.

Fine rain threads interweave into a soft net, covering the world with a hazy veil. The ethereal raindrops are crystal clear, although they can't be seen clearly, they can be really touched. Gently put your hand out of the window, and the cool raindrops fall into your hands, dancing happily on your hands like a group of naughty elves, making people capture rare happiness in this biting autumn.

Listen, raindrops wander around in the wind, tapping on the window, dancing on the branches, jumping on the eaves and playing cheerful marches. Without a gorgeous stage and a full audience, they still sent joy to every corner. The cold autumn is very lively at the moment. On the roofs, branches and colorful umbrellas, the footprints of these elves were left everywhere.

The intermittent autumn rain adds a bit of poetry to autumn. Soft and quiet melody, thought-provoking artistic conception, fresh and elegant breath make the world full of autumn rain, wash away the noise of secular dust, leaving only a quiet and beautiful world that people dare not touch, for fear of breaking this picturesque fairyland; It's incredible. I wonder if this is true or just an illusory fantasy.

Autumn rain is lonely and always disliked by people. It doesn't have the feeling of "moistening things quietly" in spring rain, the smoothness of "jumping in a boat in white rain" in summer rain, and the tenderness of "Chu Yun Wei Yu" in winter rain. In people's eyes, it is only infinite sadness and melancholy, and only Tao Lian's "autumn wind and autumn rain are sad and evil, sitting alone in cold clouds like a pound." Autumn rain has no one's love, but it silently contributes to people-it walks through the dry land and brings water of hope; It walked through the rice fields and brought the joy of harvest; It passes through the town, bringing a rare peace. ...

Walking in the autumn rain, there is no hurry, no timidity, only peace of mind. Crystal raindrops fall on the world and also on my heart. In people's eyes, it may just be a rain, a cold rain. But in my opinion, it is a gift from nature and the holy water to wash all the dust. It is unpopular, but it has the purest soul. It doesn't love vibrant spring, colorful summer and white winter. It only chooses this lonely and desolate autumn. The posture in the cold wind is so pure and refined, so extraordinary and refined.

The rain has stopped, there is no sun, but there is the purest world.