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Writing an essay on a rainy day

1. Write an essay based on "rainy day"

Night is coming. It was a night with light rain. Because of the rain, the night suddenly became much longer, quieter and more beautiful.

Rain has been accompanying the night from the very beginning. It falls pattering down, casting a mysterious and beautiful veil over the night. I closed my eyes and listened to the rain quietly, and I felt its beauty strongly. Sometimes it is like a group of energetic children, fragmented and dense; sometimes it is like a flock of birds singing and elk leaping; sometimes it is like drums, waves, forest sea, and sea rushing; sometimes... a loud muffled thunder quickly passes through this rhythmic The symphony carried its deep and powerful sound far, far away... After the thunder, continue listening to the symphony. It seems to have changed its mood again, becoming the rustling sound of rain hitting the leaves; the tinkling sound of falling into the river, and the snapping sound of falling on the roof...

The insensitive sounds such as "bang bang" and "whistle" formed an unknown march. After a while, the sound of rain turned into a feeble ticking sound. Listening to this rhythmless and irregular ticking sound, a kind of sadness came to my heart. This rain nourished my heart and wet my eyes. An unknown feeling enveloped me. I clearly felt like I was blown away by it. I suddenly associated the rain with a person's life history. When he was a child, he was so weak, but full of fantasy. Then he gradually grew up and did a great and vigorous career. Then, when he got old, he heard the sound of "beep——" on the heart rate machine. His life and soul quietly left his body. He ended his short life quietly.

Night, rain, sorrow...

Lightning and thunder, flowers and trees, spring, summer, autumn and winter... these are the treasures given to us by nature. And among these treasures, I still like the sound of rain.

So, I fell in love with Tingyu. The rainy season throughout the year brings me different spiritual experiences.

Chunyu is a quiet and elegant little girl. Du Fu's poem said: "Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." The spring rain follows the branches. The buds come quietly, and people don't notice it. But as long as you calm down on a quiet night, hold a cup of fragrant tea in your hand, and imagine such a picture in your mind: the earth is a piece of fine rice paper, and the spring rain lightly touches the paper, and the green will dim. The ground spreads out and covers the earth... At this time, the song "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night" outside the window rings in your ears: "..."

Xia Yu does not have such a good temper. . It was noisy, jumping, and falling in droves. It fell on the corrugations, the windows, the ground... and struck anything that could make a sound. The rhythmic sound seems to remind you: a rock party is about to begin! Then the wind roared and dark clouds filled the sky. In order to illuminate the venue, lightning was invited, and in an instant the night turned into day. When the stick in the conductor's hand moves, thousands of musicians start playing music. The momentum swallows up the bullfighting, vibrating your heart, and your heart can't help but stir up waves, making you completely sleepless.

Autumn has always been called golden autumn. Then let’s call autumn rain golden rain! In the golden rain, everything fell into the lowest point of the year. The golden rain continued to fall, and although it brought a bit of chill, it also brought good news of a good harvest to the farmer's uncle. Sometimes looking at the rain outside the window, I can't help but draw a blueprint for life, and my thoughts are like a kite with a broken string...

Winter is cold and endless in people's hearts, but winter rain is gentle and kind. of. It falls slowly and slowly, removing the "white clothes" from the trees, washing the streets, and injecting vitality into the creek. It is a symbol of the arrival of spring.

Listen to the rain, listen with your heart, you can interpret the four seasons and realize the true meaning of life! 2. About writing an essay on a rainy day

Reference: /e/search/result/index.php?page=0amp; searchid=2744 Wandering alone in the freezing cold night, are you thinking about it? Encountering setbacks and suffering; wandering on the streets at night, are you magnifying the pain because of the difficulties in life... In fact, setbacks and pain often occur in life, but adjust your mentality and face setbacks in the right way Only with pain can you live a happy life.

Frustration is the normal state of life. When encountering setbacks, you should not blindly magnify the pain and let it fill your soul. You should learn to adjust your heartstrings and face it calmly. Su Shi, who was demoted in his later years, faced the setbacks in life and calmly chanted "I will live my whole life in a misty rain". His peaceful mood of facing up to the setbacks and downplaying the pain refined Dongpo's bold style of writing.

Sima Qian, who was tortured, was looked down upon by the world in his life, and faced with shamelessness in the face of his deceased clan. His setbacks were enough to amplify his inner pain and depression, but his calm state of mind and strong will made him From a prostrate court official standing on the ground to a Chinese historian writing history for the people, "Historical Records" will forever represent future generations. Stephen Hawking, who was studying for his doctorate but suddenly suffered from a serious illness, faced this sudden setback that was unimaginable to ordinary people. He used his peace of mind and reason to fold a boat for himself and ferry himself to the universe to meet the "black hole". "Quark" explores the mysteries of natural science together.

It can be seen that facing setbacks with a peaceful heart to alleviate the pain will not only not make life gloomy, but also usher in the dawn of life after fulfilling one's ambitions, and make one's contribution to society and history. contribution. In fact, looking through the annals of history, there are many people who amplified their pain when encountering setbacks and died in depression.

Uncle Boyi picked weeds and eventually starved to death in Nanshan. Everyone praised him for his integrity. I only saw his stubbornness and ignorance of the truth of serving the country and the people. He allowed the pain of the Yi Dynasty to take away his life. ; Jia Yi, who regarded Qu Yuan as his idol, succumbed to Changsha, coughed up blood every day, and his son-in-law cried blood, and finally died of depression... Their cases make people feel sad after hearing about them. If they can face setbacks calmly, they will be able to A broad-minded heart adjusts in time and overcomes pain. How could a romantic and talented man end up like this! Thousands of years have passed since the past, and you and I can no longer change it. In ordinary life, people face the setbacks of life, and the calmness they show is worthy of comforting the soul. The teasing of the hawker who fanned away mosquitoes and flies, the greetings and smiles from the oily bicycle repairman to the customers, the powerful whistle coming from the mouth of the milkman on a bicycle in the early morning... ...all make us feel kind and warm. How overwhelmed they are in their lives, how much frustration and pain they encounter, but they are still in a hurry. Like the trees on the edge of the cliff, they tell you that this life seed like grass and mustard can survive setbacks and pains. Born so strong and beautiful in pain.

Friends, don’t let setbacks blind your eyes, don’t let pain fill your soul, “I can live my whole life in mist and rain” to encourage you and me. If it is an eagle, it will fight in the sky; if it is a tiger, it will roar in the mountains and forests; if it is a fish, it will swim in the sea.

People always learn to grow from falling and failing again and again, and find hope in getting up and succeeding again and again. Flowers and applause, praise and honor are hard-won. Behind them are so much sweat and hard work, and so many wasted years.

There are hundreds of flowers in spring, a moon in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. The sea is flowing across the sea, and life is like a song. In the ocean of life, you may encounter a little melancholy of being lost, a little lonely, and a little hesitant.

Let go of some of your baggage, but grab some of the gains along the way. Carrying heavy luggage on my back, I bravely hit the road, jump over trickling creeks, and walk through the vast forests. No matter what, you and I will continue to walk.

Life is sprouting vigorously, and there is no reason to go into the silence with no way back. A political teacher once said: "Anything related to money has the word '贝' as the radical." Therefore, I firmly believe that failure is also a kind of wealth, which sharpens and motivates people.

“The long pass through Xiongguan is really like iron, but now we are crossing it from the beginning.

"This is how life should be! I really can't afford to spend the extravagant time. Tears have already soaked through my clothes, reflecting the madness of the dream. I walk forward hard, sweat and tears intertwined, blurring my vision. But I firmly believe that even if there is only one reason, the grass will break through the ground.

The sky will pay off, and the hard work will finally bear the fruits of victory, but I keep telling myself, "It is full of losses." , modest benefit", maybe happiness can rely on fantasy, but happiness depends on reality. Looking back at the road you have walked, it is no longer blank; looking up at the road you are going to take, it is no longer far away.

" "Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers" is our nature, it is our character to get up calmly after falling, and it is our personality to dare to try countless times, because youth is in our hands. We believe that as long as we work hard on the ground, everything is possible.

After the storm, the beautiful flowers will always wither, but the flowers will not lose heart, because she found that the most brilliant sunshine is hidden behind the dark clouds, and the fresh air gives her courage, no matter what, she will not Even if you give up, you will never give up. Thinking back to the third year of high school: the grass grows in March, the orioles fly in April, pack your bags in May, and go your separate ways in June.

How much time do we have to remember the past and lament the failure? In the Mood for Love, it's just a passing process. Turn around, don't let failure blind your eyes, and don't constrain your flying wings.

Remember, there is a rainbow after the storm. 3. Seek one. A 600-word essay on a rainy day

It’s a nice rainy day

It was a gloomy day, but the cicadas were chirping in the trees with a low voice. Slowly and feebly; the spider rushed to repair its exquisite gossip web; the ants hurriedly moved the exquisite and delicious food out of the cave; the grass lay listlessly on the ground, and the willow tree hung with weak branches. We sat under the shade of the trees to enjoy the coolness, but there was no wind at all. The air was still and stagnant, and the sweat seemed to turn into steam and fly away before it even dripped to the ground!

Beautiful things always come after experiencing a period of severe pain. After enduring three days of gloomy and hot weather, "tick tock", it rained! Look, the grass is swaying in the wind, as if in joy. Moistened by the rain, the rain rolled down the green stems of the grass and suddenly penetrated into the soil. The willow trees spread their branches and swayed happily in the rain, which had already turned yellow in such a hot summer. Can the dry branches become lush and green at this moment? Is it not due to the heavy rain? It is the rain that revives every leaf. The strings fell on the eaves one after another, splashing crystal water one after another. The naughty children immediately ran over and stepped on the splashes with a smile. After a while, the sound of rain and the laughter of children were heard. Mixed together, it formed a cheerful melody. I couldn't wait to rush into the rain, opened my arms and raised my head, letting the falling raindrops sprinkle on my face. I enjoy the refreshment brought by the rain. It can remove the worries in my heart and make my heart as clear and transparent as raindrops.

At this moment, the street is already a sea of ??umbrellas, like a sea of ??flowing flowers. Just imagine, how many touching stories are being performed under the umbrella? Is it the first encounter between Xu Xian and White Snake on the broken bridge, the back of his mother standing waiting outside the classroom, or the fun of friends walking home side by side on the way home from school... Every umbrella holds up a clear sky, right? If there was no rain, we wouldn't be able to feel the deep warmth under the umbrella!

Ah! It’s a nice rainy day!

I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. If it’s not enough, you can add more. 4. Write an essay on “It’s so nice on a rainy day”

When I was a kid, I lived in a tiled house. Whenever it rains, you can hear the pattering and sad sound of rain.

When I grow up, I live in a reinforced concrete forest. I can’t hear the sad sound of rain. It seems that life lacks a lot of aura, the softest and weakest things that can move people, and my heart Slowly deserting. So I missed the sound of rain in that tiled house.

Rain is weak, the lightest thing in the world, and cannot knock the heavy reinforced concrete building. The tiled house is different. Raindrops tinkling on it and immediately make a pleasant sound.

People in the hut have the blessing of being close to nature in the rain. When the rain falls rapidly, the sound becomes impassioned, like a hundred horses roaring in unison or ten thousand horses galloping.

The rain slows down and the sound weakens, gently penetrating your heart, like the breeze in your ears in the warm spring season. The tiles seem to be specially designed for the rain, and they perform their duties dutifully. People who listen to the rain feel filled with endless affection. People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and lamentation.

The old man with lofty ideals has the ambition of "lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glaciers coming into his dream"; the late beauty has the resentment of "the yellow-leafed tree in the rain, the white-headed man under the lamp"; the lovesick lover has the "parasol tree" There is also the feeling of drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit"; the sentimental poet has the reverie of "listening to the spring rain in a small building all night, and selling apricot blossoms in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty". Rain has become a messenger for people to modify their feelings and express their wishes.

In my spare time, I was fortunate enough to return to the place where I once listened to the rain. It happened to be a light rain that day, and I heard the familiar yet unfamiliar sound of rain again.

In the mist, the sound of rain revealed a strange mood, the kind that we have not communicated with for a long time. It is thousands of miles away from me, showing me that it is unfamiliar to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness.

I feel the joy of waking up from a dream and the sense of vicissitudes after being confused. Oh, what I met in the sound of rain was actually my self that has been separated by time and space, and it was telling everything about my past.

I was hesitant and asked myself: Who am I? Am I still the same person I was before? There is a poem that goes: "The young man listens to the rain song upstairs, and the tent is dimly lit by red candles. The mature man listens to the rain in the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese call in the west wind."

Different life circumstances lead to different feelings about listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the conversation of souls, listening to the rush of true love, and listening to the gurgling flow of time.

What the sound of rain hits is not only the echo of the years, but also the regrets of the past and the melancholy that cannot be expressed. It seems that only in the gentle sound of rain on this tiled house can the soul breathe and life can continue.

The sound of rain is still ringing, like my real heartbeat... 5. Write a diary of a rainy day for me to read

Early in the morning, I opened the curtains and took a look. The windows were already covered with water drops; ah, great, it’s a rainy day again.

It rained continuously for ten days, half a month, or even a month. The house was filled with wet clothes like tens of thousands of national flags, and the walls and floors were steaming. I didn’t complain. Rainy days always take me to another place, where I can enjoy my happy childhood again.

At that time in my hometown in Yongjia, Zhejiang, I was only six years old, sleeping in the warm arms of my mother. At dawn, I felt relieved when I heard the patter of rain on the back of the tiles.

Because the long-term workers do not go to the fields on rainy days, my mother does not have to get up early to cook and can lie in the hot bed for a while. I couldn't bear to sleep anymore, and I wouldn't let my mother sleep either. I kept asking her to tell me stories.

My mother closed her eyes and told me a story about a rainy day: There was a blind man who had no umbrella on a rainy day. A passerby saw that he was pitiful and sent him home with an umbrella. When the blind man got home, he said that the umbrella was his.

He said that his umbrella had two ribs tied with twine, and there was a hole in the handle. That's quite true.

It turned out that he touched it with his hand as he walked. The umbrella owner smiled and gave the umbrella to him. 6. Make up a 20-word essay about a rainy day

A rainy day story

Jingle bells, ding bells, school is over, and the students hurriedly ran out of the classroom. Singing songs, carrying my schoolbag and walking happily on the way home.

It’s April! It's so changeable, like a child's face. It was a beautiful sunny day just a moment ago, and then it was covered with dark clouds. While walking, there was a loud thunder and it started to rain heavily.

The students opened their umbrellas one after another, and had no choice but to take a step forward, holding their heads in their hands, and hurried home.

Li Ming was waiting for the No. 8 bus at the platform, when two classmates suddenly walked over from there. Xiaofang said to Xiaoliang: "Isn't that Li Ming? He didn't bring an umbrella!" They walked to Li Ming, and Xiaofang said to Li Ming: "Li Ming, let's go home together!" They got off the bus together. In the car, Xiaoliang said to Li Ming: "Li Ming, you can take my umbrella and go home!" Li Ming said: "Then let's hold an umbrella and go home together!"

They were holding umbrellas, Chatting while having fun! Li Ming said: "Thank you for sending me home." Xiaofang and Xiaoliang said in unison: "You're welcome, this is what we should do, we are all good friends!" Li Ming said: "Goodbye! We are Good friends, let’s play together tomorrow!” 7. Urgently request an essay with the title of “It’s a nice rainy day”, no less than 500 words

The spring breeze blows gently. It leaves people with infinite warmth; the mist flickers in and out, making people feel extremely dreamy; the winter snow falls lightly, making people feel exquisite and agile. They are all so beautiful, but I don’t think they are as beautiful as that special kind of rainy day.

I used to like rainy days, but I couldn’t figure out the reason. I just liked it blindly, inexplicably, until——

It rained again, and my originally depressed mood suddenly changed. I feel much better, as if the ray of sunshine that was covered by the clouds came out of the clouds and shone into my heart. I stretched my waist, stood up and walked to the window, looking at the moving pictures composed of pedestrians and colorful umbrellas on the road. The weather forecast last night said it would rain, but there were still people without umbrellas. There was a girl in fashionable clothes walking in the rain without any protection. She was about to get wet all over. Suddenly, an old woman who moved very quickly came forward, raised an umbrella over the girl's head, and followed her into a shop. , the conversation between them was unknown, and then the girl smiled and watched the old woman walk back into the rain. Everything is so tacit and beautiful! Oh, when someone is walking and in a hurry, he drops something. The person behind him helps to pick it up and returns it to him after a few steps. This warm little episode makes people sigh: Rainy days are so nice!

Watching people rushing in the rain, my eyes blurred, and I couldn’t help but think of rainy days. I brought an umbrella when I was out of school, and my parents came to pick me up if they had something to do. When I was in a hurry to think of a solution, my best friend ran away. I thought She would gloat about the misfortune as usual, but she just held up the small umbrella and stayed close to me, chatting and laughing all the way, enjoying the clearness of the rain. The rain was also attracted by her cheerfulness, and got into the umbrella to walk with me. . At that moment, I really felt so warm! It’s a nice rainy day!

On rainy days, the dust on the earth is washed away, making the world look brand new, and flourishing green sprouts. The rain also cleanses people's hearts, causing long-lost emotions to linger between people - that love!

Rainy days make me feel a different kind of warmth; rainy days make me understand the true love of friends; rainy days make me appreciate the purity and beauty of the soul.

It’s so nice on a rainy day

I hope the poster adopts 8. Write an essay "It’s nice on a rainy day"

It’s so nice on a rainy day in Jiangnan, hazy in the misty rain .The alleys flow quietly through the small town, interpreting the people or things in the small town with elegant gestures. The short houses are paved with dark black tiles. Some grass that floats from nowhere grows between the gaps. A small one, inconspicuous but quiet, waiting for the rain to come. When it rains, water falls from the gaps one after another, forming a string of wind chimes. I will deliberately walk under the eaves and enjoy the raindrops. The feeling of falling above the head. One after another, it was like a trembling spring. Then, the gutter in front of the door roared. Thin, soft, and shy. In the gutter two palms wide There will be shallow water sliding through, changing into various strange lines and patterns, intertwined, reflecting the low eaves. Occasionally, I will see the vegetable leaves that grandma washed in the morning, floating on it, pausing, and finally flowing to In the distance, there are the marbles of the little boy next door. They are very gorgeous and pure. After a while, you will hear a "pop" sound. The two-year-old child is stepping on the ditch with his bare feet, clumsily with one hand. Holding up the corner of his trousers, he paddled in the water with his other hand, feeling a sense of joy in his heart. At this moment, my mother's scolding sounded, the alley became lively, and the rain also started to cheer. The bluestones soaked by the rain were paved to the The old banyan tree stands on the edge of the uncle's yard. The leaves in the rain are green, dense, quiet, and waiting. Always the same, it provides a thick shade for the people in the alley. The roots are embedded among the bluestone slabs, paving the way to the street. It is very wet and very poetic. Children wearing slippers step on the water splashes reflecting smiling faces under the tree, jumping up and down, playing hide and seek. They are good at painting. My brother opened the window and painted the strong shape of the old tree under the eaves. The pattering rain was as elegant as lilac, and he told about his alley under the brush. The rain was falling, nourishing the thick trunk of the old tree, and sipping it away It has soaked the dust in people's hearts and soaked the things in the alleys. The alleys flow, in the small cities, in the hazy mist and rain, in people's hearts. It's so good! Telling it with an unchanged attitude - on this rainy day.

It's coming down. It "cracks" on everything that can knock, and then "dong-dong" falls on the window glass, as if to remind you: pay attention, a wonderful rock music is about to start! Then you will hear a beautiful melody, and in order to light up the performance venue, it also invites lightning to join in the fun from time to time. At that moment, the night becomes like day, and you will see thousands of performers methodically performing Playing their own notes. Before you can recover, one after another muffled thunder rolls from the distance, rushing to listen to this most outstanding movement. Throughout the summer night, you can be intoxicated with the green bamboos. In this thrilling note, the sonorous melody is so beautiful that it makes people's blood boil. In the golden autumn season, the rain also becomes golden. Listening to the golden rain, everything becomes silent and quiet. From the sound of this golden rain, I seemed to hear the gongs and drums celebrating the harvest. In the golden rain, the farmers harvested rice, the teachers harvested hope, and I also gained a beautiful mood. The winter rain is gentle and honest. It falls calmly and melts the snow. The remaining ice; it falls slowly and slowly, washing away the dust and dirt; it falls slowly and slowly, preparing for the arrival of spring. If you listen to the sound of winter rain outside the window, it is clearly a prelude to spring, what a beautiful melody! On a rainy day, it is the sound of nature brought to you by the elves. She will make you have the purest and most beautiful heart. Enjoy the endless fun she brings to you! It’s a nice rainy day! (Comments: The title of this article is unique and the inscription is used skillfully. The author introduces poems into the article, with fantastic ideas, and comprehensively describes the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. The article makes extensive use of personification, parallelism, metaphor, exaggeration and other figures of speech. The technique fully demonstrates the author's profound literary heritage, and this article is a masterpiece. - Sun Wei) On a rainy day, Yang Qiao, Class 3 (3) of Zhenhao Shizhai Junior High School, could not understand the joy of "good rain knows the season" and could not think about it. The sadness of "Mountains and Seas, Fireworks and Spring Rains" cannot relieve the sorrow of "Autumn Winds, Autumn Rains and Autumn Harshness", but I can't help but be moved by the free and unrestrained "Youngster listening to the rain in the attic, the red candles dim the tents". I like rain, especially It is spring rain, it is not as majestic as summer rain.