In life, work and study, everyone often comes into contact with composition. Composition is the transition from internal language to external language, that is, from compressed and concise language that one can understand to development. The transformation of external language forms into external language forms that have standardized grammatical structures and can be understood by others. I believe that writing essays is a problem that gives many people a headache. Here are the Drizzle essays I have compiled for you (generally 6 essays). I hope it can help you. Composition of Drizzle 1

It was drizzling outside the window and the autumn wind was subdued. Looking at the drizzle of rain and the dark clouds on the horizon, I seemed to see her holding the black umbrella again.

That day, the sky was originally clear, with white clouds floating in the sky. I was alone in the convenience store, eating fish eggs, oden, and watching anime, which was very comfortable.

"Little sister, your peach smoothie is ready." The clerk said to me with a smile.

"Oh, okay, thank you!" I came back to my senses and said with a smile. Then I returned to my seat with my smoothie and continued my good time.

While I was eating, bursts of crisp thunder broke through the tranquility of the sunny day. I looked outside and saw drops of rain falling from the blue sky, like crystal gems. beauty. I'm confused: It's so good, why is it raining? Then I thought again, since it was light rain, I would rush home with my bag on my shoulders. After that, I ate the delicious food calmly.

The rain falls outside the window, like the music of wind chimes swaying in the wind; like the whispering of leaves in the wind; like... the patter of light rain, covering the city with a hazy layer. The mist is as gorgeous as a fairyland. There were a few dark clouds in the sky, as if someone had spilled the ink, adding the beauty of a landscape painting to the whole picture. The leaves swinging in the rain seemed like lively and cute elves in the rain.

I quietly admired all this and actually forgot about the time. When I looked at my watch again, I found that it was getting late, so I hurriedly packed my bag and walked out of the convenience store. It was still raining outside, and just when I was about to rush home in the rain, the clerk came out with a black umbrella in her hand, and then handed it to me: "Little sister, this umbrella Lend it to you, even if it’s light rain, you’ll catch a cold if you’re not careful.”

“Thank you, sister.” There was a warmth in my heart and a bright smile on my face. Then he took the umbrella from the clerk's sister and walked slowly towards home. As we walked farther and farther, the figure of the clerk sister gradually became blurred. Although it was drizzling, my heart was filled with bright sunshine.

Lending a helping hand when others encounter difficulties will not only make you feel happy, but also help others. If everyone helps each other, our world will always be full of love. Drizzle Composition 2

When you open your eyes, the world outside is already a different scene.

Through the window, I saw a beautiful scene. The mist filled the entire sky. I thought, if it were a floor-to-ceiling window, the feeling would be like walking in the mist. Those in the clouds and mist would be like gods. How comfortable! Showers of raindrops fell from the sky, spinning and flying like little elves. It also seems to be weaving densely diagonally, and it looks like it is trying to weave something into something before it stops!

The rain gradually lightened up and turned into a soft drizzle, which was perfect for walking outdoors, so I walked out to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

Hold an umbrella and walk on the street, feeling the freshness mixed with the breeze blowing through your hair and cheeks. Pedestrians on the road seem to have slowed down, quietly admiring and enjoying this world that is temporarily free of dust, smoke and noise.

It was drizzling and silent. You brushed the branches, making the original green branches. They become greener and greener because of you.

It was drizzling and silent. Falling on the grass, the grass that had drooped in the sun became as tall and straight as spring because it absorbed water. They become a vibrant scene again because of you.

It was drizzling and silent. Sprinkle it on the ground and step on it gently. It's soft and soft. It feels like you're in a paradise when you step on it. The land has become extremely soft because of you.

It was drizzling and quiet. Floating on the wild flowers on the roadside, the little raindrops on the petals did not bend them, but remained on them, like dewdrops in the morning. They become more beautiful and stronger because of you.

The drizzle fell on everyone's heart, and everyone received a baptism of the soul. This is probably the greatest gift that God has given to mankind!

It was drizzling, and I fell asleep to the sound of rain. Drizzle Composition 3

In the early morning, I don’t know when, it started to drizzle in the sky. Although the sky was still as white as a sunny day, if it weren’t for a light layer of dust already accumulated on the stairs, There were water stains, and you really couldn’t tell it was raining.

Walking under the eaves, I saw that there was still an endless stream of pedestrians on the street, but most of them were carrying colorful umbrellas.

The business of renting taxis and tricycles is particularly good, and there is an endless stream of people getting on and off. Although the ground was wet, it still couldn't stop the hurried footsteps of pedestrians. Occasionally, you can see a few birds in the sky eager to return to the eaves to take shelter from the rain. The leaves on the trees are "crackling" by the raindrops. The water droplets dripping from the leaves make it difficult for pedestrians to dodge, and some of them are dripping. On the head, some dripped on the face. The tall buildings became wet, as if they had become real "water cubes". Even the motorcycles that usually race on the road reluctantly put on colorful raincoats and slowed down their running speed in the drizzle. Shops one after another were forced to move their "front lines" back, reluctantly pretending to be happy, but in fact they were angry: My business has been disrupted by the rain! Several farmers who came to visit relatives in the city were smiling and beaming with joy: The crops in the crop fields have been exposed to the rain, so they must be growing well, and there will be a good harvest this year!

Ha! Walking into the campus, the playground is wet, the national flag is wet, but the century-old ginkgo tree is sprouting. The students quickly rushed into the teaching building and watched the beautiful scenery upstairs.

The tadpoles in the small pond are swimming happily, celebrating the arrival of spring. The ants are doing "flood fighting and disaster relief" and are arranging for the families who have narrowly escaped death. The chicks are staying in the nest, still sleeping early with their mother, and the chicks are also sticking their heads out of the nest to watch the rain...

The thin willows by the river are taking a "shower", and the pine trees are taking a "shower". It is taking "tonics", swallowing the rainwater in big mouthfuls. I heard that this is its "secret recipe" for evergreen all year round. The vegetables in the greenhouse are eagerly looking at the delicious drinks falling from the sky outside the window, but they can only "feel contentedly." The strawberry is using this free lipstick to decorate itself, but the delicate cherry tree is not happy. It has already knocked off countless red pearls with water drops! Xiao Qingshi was imagining being rushed into a jewelry store and being treated as jewelry items. Emerald, diamond green, and red quartz interrupted Xiao Qingshi's fantasy with disdain: You'd better go ahead and pave the road!

Everything in nature is so harmonious, the rain is still pouring down... Drizzle Composition 4

The rain is still pouring down. But the breeze blowing from the south has gradually approached us. The tall building seems to be covered with a veil, making it difficult for you to recognize that it is a familiar building. I walked in quietly, slowly entering the small building, as if dancing to the sound of the tinkling raindrops.

That small building that looked dilapidated actually seemed to have entered the world of my dreams. I pressed the elevator and went straight into my dance class. At that time, we were all in kindergarten, and our young faces were looking forward to, looking forward to, looking forward to our dear and beloved teacher handing out beautiful dance skirts, looking forward to us being beautiful on the stage when we grow up...

However, as the teacher announced that class was over, we entered the classroom of our dreams. The teacher immediately gave us a warning: "Come on, you won't be dismissed if you don't practice well!" This shocked us all. I looked out the window, and the rain suddenly started beeping. I stayed helplessly in the classroom next to me, thinking: If I don’t have dance classes in the future, my legs will be broken! Two lines of clear tears flowed down my cheeks.

We were all shivering together in the classroom next to us, and a line of breeze blew in through the gap in the window. Everyone talked and thought that all future dance classes would be like this. The breeze was blowing, but the heavy rain showed no sign of stopping. Speechless did not leave, and the sun did not come out. We were all immersed in this mood. At this time, the teacher's words doubled our confidence.

"Children, come here, let me tell you a story! In a distant country, there is a ballet princess. Her dance is almost perfect. I hope you can become that kind of princess!" We The teacher spoke to us gently. We were fascinated and entered the dance studio. The rain is still falling, but it is gentle, beautiful and dreamy.

That day, that cold, gentle, cool day, was the first time I went to ballet class. Maybe, I can really become such a princess in the future! That drizzle of rain paved the way for my future, that drizzle of rain also gave me inspiration, that gentle rain! Composition of drizzle 5

The drizzle composes the movement of youth; the drizzle plays the melancholy of youth. It was rain, knocking on the door of the fourteen-year-old's room, carrying the attachment to childhood, elegant and flying.

Are the dreams of the fourteen-year-old, the dreams of the blooming season still so ignorant? Going into the flower season, there is more loneliness. Maybe it’s the rush of days that ignores the emptiness of the soul, maybe it’s the dull life that wears away the young spirituality, and it seems that you forget to leave some space for yourself. In the rainy season, I pick up myself like a fallen flower and silently lament my youth and life.

The young man sat quietly in front of the window. The sky was flooded with gray, like the shadow in the young man's heart. Annoyed, who knows the young man's heart? Who knows that young people are sad? Stepping towards the flower season, the steps are so heavy! The drizzle is drizzling, and melancholy sighs fall. There is no childish innocence, no youthful frivolity, and the fourteen-year-old boy only has the helplessness after struggling...

The drizzle is drizzling, and there are ripples in circles. , like the knot in the heart that cannot be untied; the drizzle brings a trace of melancholy, like the flowering season at the age of fourteen.

The rain of youth keeps falling, and the world in the cold wind becomes more and more lonely. In the drizzle, the young man leans against the wind sadly and watches the rain... Postscript: Who can understand the sorrow of fourteen years old? Dedicated to the fourteen-year-old boy in bloom... Essay on Drizzle 6

It was drizzling outside the window, and my eyes stagnated in the drizzle. The hissing sound was like a beautiful lullaby, taking me back to my elementary school days. Your close friend in elementary school, are you still unhappy about that incident?

I know that it was my fault. I shouldn't trust others and misunderstand you. However, you also had a lot of things you shouldn't have done at that time. You shouldn't have left angrily without explaining to me. You shouldn't have ruined the friendship we have had for so many years because I misunderstood you. At that moment, I seemed to have lost something so precious. s things. When I knew the cause and effect of this incident, I hated myself very much. I hated myself for why I trusted others instead of trusting my best friend. But whenever I admit my mistakes to you, you always give me a cold look and you never give me a chance to explain.

But do you know? You didn't tell me when you were about to transfer to another school. I heard it from someone else. When I ran to the campus gate, you had already left in the car. I looked at the car driving away, feeling indescribable sadness in my heart. The thousands of words in my stomach could only be buried in my heart forever. Each of these past events was like a drama. Don't you feel sorry for leaving like this? Once you leave, I guess it will be difficult to see you again in the future.

I remember one time, in physical education class, my foot was accidentally sprained. The other students were laughing at me and said, "My foot will be sprained even if I run?!" Only you and the teacher took care of me. He helped me up and walked me step by step to the hospital to apply a bandage. In this way, we became good friends. After that, we also had many quarrels and misunderstandings, but every time we made up as before. But only this time why won't you forgive me. Has this incident left a deep scar on your heart? But it's been so long, can't you forget it? I have written you several letters of apology, but you haven’t received them or you still don’t forgive me. But I would rather believe that I didn't receive it because the address was not written in detail. I really want to know when we can meet again.

The drizzle is still falling outside the window, and my heart becomes hazy. When will the rain stop and the sky will clear?