The imprint of the rain composition 1 is like a lovely child, quietly landing in the world, adding an invisible color to the world; They fall under the eaves, showing the ultimate beautiful dance; They stop at your window and whisper in your ear. Do you hear the sound of nature?
"The residual lamp disappears from the wall, and the rustling rain hits the window." Rain is naturally lonely. Different from the enthusiasm like sunshine, free and easy like breeze, and heroic like thunder. It's just too weak and light to be examined with eyes: it's too light to be felt.
But only by listening to its voice and touching its soul will you suddenly feel that you have become a part of the rain. Open your arms, let the rain drop on your skirt, put aside all your troubles and worries and enjoy the cold and warmth of the rain.
Like a ribbon beating on the window, the sound seems to be the movement of life, inlaid with the imprint of rain, following the rhythm of rain, quietly, as if there is only rain in this world, leaving only the beautiful sound of rain. No more complaints, no more sadness, no more burdens, no more gloom. This moment is so beautiful that people can't help being intoxicated. ...
"The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy." Rain can also be a picture, but it contains the scenery of life.
Rain, this lovely little guy, always sprinkles a piece of rain on the arid land for people, sends hope to dying explorers in the desert, and adds a quiet and cheerful atmosphere to the arrival of each season.
Therefore, whenever it rains, I can't help but open the window and let the rain talk to me. The rain fell on my hands, gradually slipping down until it disappeared. I have been completely intoxicated by the beauty of rain, nature and life. ...
The imprint of the rain composition 2 The grass washed by the rain is crystal clear and scraped. The raindrops on the leaves gleamed faintly. Rain with a hint of refreshing, with a hint of curiosity, like beads rolling in the water. The raindrops merged into a touching story. I was deeply infected by a poem of nature in the rain. The rain drops on me, which is a touch that I can really touch. Let the whole person turn into raindrops and fly in the sky. In the rain, I became a poem …
Nature is not sunny every day, but also windy and rainy. It is the embellishment of rain that makes nature colorful and full of vitality. The raindrops on the leaves form a string of flowing notes and converge into a road leading to the distance. Raindrops come and go in a hurry. The rest is blessing, not imagination ... raindrops are tears. Sad tears, happy tears, will turn into bright raindrops, flashing colorful aura. We may not be happy every day, but every day can be as refreshing as raindrops.
I like rain, it is good music in nature, and it makes people enjoy beauty.
I like rain, it makes people relax.
I like rain, it selflessly moistens everything, makes everything reborn, makes me feel the joy of farmers' uncles, and makes me see hope.
I like rain. ...
The mark of rain composition 3 Thunder tore through the sky, dripping, white clouds cried, the sun went home, and Mr. Dafeng came to join in the fun. Suddenly, Miss Lei got angry. She kept yelling like a lion. God Abreu changed a shady scene, pattering, raining, raining!
I like rainy days, like the songs of rain, like the dance steps of rain, and like the fury of rain. I like to watch the baby play the slide relay race by the window and slide down before anyone else. I like listening to the baby sing, which is as loud as a tenor. I like to watch the ballet prepared by the baby carefully. Wonderful dance moves let me enter an imaginary world and the nature of rain.
Rain bathes trees and Kobanawa grass, gives them water to drink, and gives them some fresh air as farewell gifts. The shy Miss Rainbow was pushed out by the sun, and the lost baby Xiaoyu was busy looking for Grandpa Sun and asked him to send them back. The sky is quiet, and people become restless and normal.
Baby Xiaoyu loves to travel, running around, and it's raining. Baby Rain who loves to travel, where will she go this time?
I like the beauty of rain, like the moment when water drops fall. When small raindrops run around, it feels great and beautiful. I love the beautiful water drops on the leaves, the beauty of Miss Rainbow, the cold body of the earth after bathing, and the crystal clear of baby rain. How beautiful!
The mark of rain Composition 4 The turning point of twenty years old-the mark of rain
Twenty years old determines a woman's life.
Think about it, too. What you should face, what you should touch, what you should feel and what you should exercise should be decided at this time. Even if the plan can't keep up with the change, we should plan a perfect life path first, and keep moving forward and exploring on the road.
Twenty years old is a turning point of a girl's most successful value and life perception.
I hope that at the age of 20, I will let go of the past and never forget it. Every step is beautiful!
I don't feel guilty when I think about it, but I am very happy when I think about it! Live a quality life and enjoy and appreciate every day!
My mother told me a word from an early age: sit still and think about yourself and talk about others! This is my attitude, and I did it! Jing Yu, no matter whether others look down on you or dislike you, you should be good, independent and strong. This is your weapon to protect yourself!
I really thought a lot tonight.
I don't know if I'm getting more and more realistic, or if my reality is unrealistic and naive, too calm or too naive, but I just want to get better!
Before I was twenty, I was not sensible enough, but I wanted to get rid of it. After 20 years old, I just want to be myself with my own pursuit and yearning, willing to fight for it, not afraid of any difficulties!
I am Jing Yu, which I can't go back to, and the future is the future that has not yet arrived!
Every step will be my unforgettable mark!
Rain Composition 5 The imprint of rain has a magic power, which can diffuse into a mood, penetrate into an atmosphere and be engraved into a memory.
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On rainy days, I often stand at the window, counting the falling raindrops and listening to the sound of rain.
The drizzle is lingering, the rain is faint, and the mood is flying with the wind. I listened to the rain quietly, and occasionally a breeze blew, blowing the hair in my ear, and the cool and lingering past also drifted away with the wind.
There is no starlight tonight, only the sky is crying. On such a night and in such a state of mind, I want to walk in the light rain, listen to the sound of rain beating on the buttonwood and enjoy the wonderful artistic conception. Even the beautiful and elegant artistic conception of "Autumn Whispering" flowing under Richard's piano is unparalleled.
Walking along the path, watching street lamps stretch people. Listening to the whistling of the rain and the whispering of the wind, I put my heart into the wind and hung my thoughts on the branches. Those soft tentacles sway in my dreams. ...
I like this rainy day, leaning against the window and listening to the sound of rain, watching the rain splash down, cold and sad, as if telling the past, taking out my concentrated emotions and soaking them in this intermittent rainy day. We are like red maple leaves, swaying in the rain, telling our own stories. The rain is still falling, which makes autumn more bleak and we can all get through it.
The leaves in the rain also turned yellow. Have we grown up in a sunny city in a mature season?
Kisstherain in Li Runmin flows quietly, with a sense of serenity and tranquility. At this moment, all the irritability and fatigue in the world, the prosperity of the past, blowing in the wind.
On such a night, I enjoy a quiet and leisurely pace, passing by and disappearing, leaving only traces of rain, flowing and flowing. ...
The mark of rain composition 6 is another foggy weather. Standing on a tall building overlooking, there are colorful umbrellas everywhere, like colorful neon lights flashing on the street.
Maybe I was so fascinated that I suddenly woke up. At this time, it rained heavily, and a wonderful stage play began again. ...
Rain is like a beautiful lady. When she was in a good mood, it rained in Mao Mao and sneaked into the earth. It will rain heavily when you are in a bad mood, which makes people unprepared.
Rain is like the earth's natural bathroom. Without paying utilities, it can clean dirty cars for people who are too busy to spend, sweep the dust off leaves and nourish everything in the world.
Although rain sometimes brings disasters, it also brings abundant water to all mankind, which really makes people love and hate!
The sky is like a grand concert, with thunder coming and going, lightning looming and rain dripping, interweaving a gorgeous feast of vision and hearing.
The tree has experienced wind and rain, and the flowers and plants nestled next to the tree are sheltered from the wind and rain. After the baptism of heavy rain, one day, small saplings will grow into towering trees.
After the music feast, Da Dai said with a happy smile, "Thank you for the heavy rain that drove away the wet and sticky air and the breeze that dispersed the hot weather."
The Seal of Rain Composition 7 The Seal of Rain is being played on the mobile phone. It's raining outside and the air is full of coolness. Rainy weather is always full of silence. Only the rain is singing a monologue. Occasionally, cars shuttle on the road, and a pedestrian in the rain feels indispensable, but quieter. I used to get wet in the rain, and I didn't take an umbrella when I went out. I don't like rain, but I don't like taking an umbrella.
Everything happens for a reason, and what is said to be unprovoked must be false.
On that rainy day, I brought an umbrella, but I never held it. The rain that day was the same as today. The weather was gray and a little refreshing, but it gave me all the depression. I can only walk quickly. All the lights in the classroom are on. The gloomy weather and bright classroom make me afraid.
There was a girl who was very kind to me that year. Although it just felt good, it lasted for a long time. I always see her on the way to dinner, running and exercising, and on the way to the dormitory, intentionally or unintentionally. At that time, there were always many coincidences, and she could be seen everywhere, although the classroom was not closed at that time. At that time, I was always in a bad mood, and young people's thoughts were intermittent. For a paper achievement, they will be so depressed that they can't imagine it now. Her note has been with me for a long time.
The rain that day made me feel at a loss in the chaos. It kept raining, and it kept raining. Playing on the window is a blur, so people can't see the scenery outside, and the more they look, the more boring they are. The air in the classroom is humid, the students are silent about opium, and only the teacher dances on the podium, which seems to be full of interest. I always feel that I should do something, so I want to do something.
The mark of rain composition 8 listened to the mark of rain quietly over and over again.
In this way, I recall the past over and over again, bittersweet.
How can those parting pictures spread in my mind and linger? Let me do this. Miss, I'm so sad That's why I'm afraid to leave. Fear of a wave represents a time gone forever; Fear of turning around means never seeing each other again.
Perhaps three years is a blink of an eye, so that you can meet with confidence and remind you of it at another moment of three years. In retrospect, there were so many people and so many unforgettable things. Why is it so similar to the melody? So gentle, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low-pitched. Listening and thinking slowly, my eyes turn red. Maybe the song is too sad, maybe the thought is too sad.
Will a person feel very sad when he leaves one place for another? Maybe some people won't, but I will. I can't sleep in the middle of the night and secretly cry because I miss them. When I am quiet, I will think of the past, and when I think of it, I will feel more and more lonely. Maybe it's because in different environments, maybe it's because in a place without them.
I wonder how my friend is. But I don't want to touch them, because of my achievements and my humbleness. I seem to be telling myself that I am not like them. They don't belong to such excellent ones.
Listening, I don't feel tired, but the picture is getting clearer and clearer. It is like the imprint of rain, waiting for new life. It reminds you to look ahead, just like the mark of rain. It is as sad but warm as the mark of rain.
The Seal of Rain Composition 9 The Seal of Rain
Your rain soaked my dreams and made me live stronger.
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The sky outside the window seems to be getting dark. The rain keeps falling, and the haze covers our heads and hearts.
A person walks outside the classroom, and a person looks at the rain curtain. You came up to me, saw my depression and held out your hand. "Come on, let's get wet together." The temperature of the palm has spread to my heart.
Stroll down the fifth floor, walk into the rain with you, feel the smell of rain, and suddenly feel extremely happy. You walked in front and turned to me and said, "It will be sad to watch the rain, but it will be very happy to be caught in the rain!" " "That warm smile is the mark of the rain that day, so beautiful.
Memories are wet with rain and turn over another page.
The cold rain hit my face and my face was wet. I don't know if it is rain or tears. Half cold and half hot.
My mother stood at the school gate, saw me and came over. The umbrella supported us and held me in my arms. The 45-degree inclination of the umbrella is particularly conspicuous, and the heartbeat is mixed with the sound of rain. "It doesn't matter if you don't do well in the exam. Anyway, you are my daughter. " The sound in the distance seems to come from the sky. The temperature from the heart that day is the mark of rain, so clear and warm.
It rained harder and harder, flooded the inland, and in the darkness, a light appeared.
It's you, it's you, you reach out and pull me up. You said that there is actually a cloud on everyone's head. That cloud has been raining, down to the sea and rocks, down to eternity, and in the rain, we will become stronger and stronger.
There has always been such a question, what is the most precious wealth in life?
Now I can proudly say that my wealth has traces of you and those rains.
The mark of the rain composition 10 It rained all night and kept raining.
I hid in the corner, quietly listening to the singing of the spring rain, and the unknown days gradually became clear. The rainy day came so casually that people didn't realize it. Suddenly, the bright sunshine lost its color, and the wind made me tremble, like a broken kite, letting the cold wind blow freely in the sky, falling and losing my direction. My thoughts are swaying with the cold wind, and all my sadness and sorrow will go with the wind and disappear.
The spring rain came so timely that I couldn't wait, as if it were a repeat of my old dream, and everything came so safe and comfortable. Rainy days don't seem to bring me a trace of sadness, just inexplicable excitement and elusive gentleness, as simple as that.
The whole tired body needs the moisture of rainy days to let go, as if in the depths of the soul, it is flashing with damp throb, which has been far away from the troubles of the world and belongs to me easily.
Such a rainy day makes people yearn for and calm. Such a rainy day makes people feel suddenly enlightened and refreshed.
With Stephanie singing, this rainy day ended. Her voice has the ability to penetrate the heart, and she feels satisfied. After a long time, she will like it more and more until it is difficult to give up.
Composed by the Seal of Rain 1 1 This is a very beautiful music. I never get tired of listening to it. I want to describe it like a lonely running water to the end. After thinking for a long time, I can't find the right word for it. The rain is ticking outside the window, and a faint sadness comes to mind. I know there are some sadness and loneliness that only I can understand.
I have a good walkman, which I keep in my bag 360 days a year. You can call it a real walkman. I like wearing earplugs, or walking quietly, or sitting in a moving car, or sitting in a corner of the park, or when I am happy, or when I am upset, or on a rainy night, listening to pure music that I am familiar with and have listened to many times, and immersing myself alone. I will bring a little sadness, a little loneliness, a little optimism and a little miss with the music, and gather into a little joy and a little sadness, just like "The Seal of Rain", with a little melancholy in the faint joy.
I like rain very much, and I like rainy weather very much. Often in rainy days, a person stands quietly by the window, watching the rain outside the window. It's raining quietly. It's like a curtain. The glass window is also covered with water drops, which fall quietly like pearls. Just inadvertently stirred the mood. Either quiet or warm.
I like walking aimlessly in the rain on rainy days, holding an umbrella alone, listening to music, and letting my thoughts fly in the world of colorful umbrellas in the rain. Memories in the rain, thoughts in the rain; I really want to step into stagnant water like a child and splash. Leave a raindrop imprint.