Wonderful composition in the rain

Whether at school or in the society, you are familiar with composition. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following are excellent compositions I collected for you in the rain for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Excellent composition in the rain 1 There is a secret that belongs to us in the ticking rain. What do you think of when you see the rain? Did you hear our love for you in the rain? I remember at that time, when we came to this class, you were the head teacher. We have just reached the rebellious period and are very disobedient. Because of this, it is difficult for you to teach us well. None of us like you, but you are full of enthusiasm for us.

The bell rang for class. You walked into the classroom quickly and introduced yourself to us. You also invited some students to introduce themselves, and then started the class. "Students, turn to page two." Everyone opened their books impatiently and the teacher came into the classroom. In this class, students talk, fall asleep, fall asleep, play and have few lectures. This situation can be said to be very pessimistic. You're starting to worry, too. You are thinking about how to teach us monkeys well. No matter what method you use, we are immune. No matter how optimistic the situation is, you have never given up on us. You mean well to us, but we don't understand. We just thought you were annoying. Your concern for us and your painstaking efforts have gradually weakened our indifference to you. Your warm heart melted our hearts, and slowly we fell in love with you, your class, your concern and your warm heart. But when we like you, you are leaving us. We have a lot to give up on you, and we can't live without you. Teacher, don't go, we can't bear to part with you.

Teacher, you are one of our best teachers. It's raining cats and dogs. We walked into the rain and threw ourselves into your arms. It's too late, we reluctantly left your arms. The gloomy and bleak picture, we silently returned to the classroom, silent for our previous ignorance, silent for your departure.

Excellent composition 2 in the rain has always disliked the rain, hated its moist taste and its melancholy breath. It seems that it can only bring me the kind of troubles that are difficult to talk about, and the anxiety that comes inexplicably. It is another rainy day. I walked on the muddy road with my umbrella, and the wind blew my umbrella stagger, and I was in a terrible mood. I failed the exam again this time. What should I tell my parents when I get home? ...

Suddenly a gust of wind rolled my umbrella into the sky and then blew it into the distance. I hurried to chase, but the umbrella seemed to be pointing at me, clearly within reach. It happened that it flew high. Inadvertently, its feet slipped and flew high. Inadvertently, its feet slipped and plopped, covered in mud. Suddenly, there was infinite sadness in my chest, and tears of injustice finally welled up in my eyes.

Just because you bully me, I don't believe I can't catch up with you. I wiped my tears with my dirty hands and continued to chase. The farther the umbrella flies, the faster I run. There is only one thought in my heart. I must catch up with you. Heavy rain, strong wind, drowning and boredom have all been forgotten. Finally, I parked it by the river, holding an umbrella in my hand, looking at the muddy water all over, taking a long breath and feeling much better. Since the umbrella can be chased by me, isn't everything else the same? As long as I have determination and confidence, I think I can succeed in anything. I continued to walk home with an umbrella, and suddenly I felt that rainy days were not so annoying!

Excellent composition 3 in the rain is another winter. Every winter here is like this: the sky is gray and dark clouds drown the city. Only occasionally can you see a sky from the rows of birds. On this day, it rained in Mao Mao. The sky is as gloomy as my mood. The cold wind tried to squeeze in through the gap in the window, and I felt cold all over. My deskmate seems to feel the cold brought by this aggressive cold wind and close the only window gap. However, the oblique wind and drizzle outside the window still hit my heart.

After school, the rain still didn't stop. Walking in the corridor and on the open steps, I slipped and almost fell! I quickly supported the wall with my hands. In just a few seconds, countless raindrops hit my head, face and body, mixed with cold wind, and cooled my heart and spleen.

Walking on, the banyan tree gradually came into view. I have regarded it as a friend since I first saw it three years ago. When I am bored, I will rest under the tree and chat with it. It will also stand there quietly, watching us play and play. Whether it is cold or hot, whether it is spring, summer, autumn and winter, it will stand there. At this point, from the original place, it has been carefully dressed up by the rain curtain, hazy. Its leaves seem greener and look more beautiful, as if standing there proudly-and I, with my head full of water, am soaked to the skin. In this rain, I am undoubtedly a down and out loser. Looking up, a drop of crystal rain passed through the gap in the leaves and hit my nose impartially, which was really refreshing.

Walking quickly to the dormitory, it was hard to calm down for a long time: I admit that I am a loser in this light rain, but everything has to start again. After that storm that can test everything, everything will really show up!

Today, after school, the sky was gloomy and pearl-like water drops fell from the sky. Lightning and thunder are like a dragon shuttling through the dark clouds, and lightning and thunder are everywhere. And my mood is like this day.

I stood anxiously in the security room at the school gate, looking at the intersection. I saw few people at the school gate, and the rain didn't stop at all. I'm running around like ants on hot bricks. I'm thinking of rushing out. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared before me. I looked, ah! It's mom! Mother held out her hand, and I clenched her hand and dived under the umbrella. So we went to the door.

On the way home, I looked at my mother and found that her umbrella tilted to my side to keep me from getting wet. Rain fell on my mother's face. She shivered in the rain and suddenly felt like a knife. I can't help but lower my head and ask, mom, aren't you cold? "But she simply said," not cold. "Suddenly, a warm current rushed into my heart, and I realized that maternal love is so great and selfless. I feel like I've grown up all at once. I want to share some things I can for my mother, so that she can take care of her like an adult instead of working so hard. I threw myself into my mother's arms and said loudly, mom, I love you. I will take care of you when I grow up. " Mom smiled warmly and said, "Mom loves you, too." Tears streaming down my face, I stood on tiptoe and kissed my mother on the face.

Snow falls without a trace, and true love is silent. Motherly love is always not so easy to be detected. We must taste that coffee before we can find it.

Many cities are surrounded by quaint ancient towns, and ancient towns in different regions are classic works that record local residents, traditional customs and lifestyles. Wuzhen, like an eloquent history, walks in those deep alleys, just like walking quietly in the alleys of history and looking up at the sky.

The sky is blue, waiting for misty rain.

The sunset slowly slides down the hillside, and the whole Wuzhen is peaceful and quiet. The unique folk houses, slightly cool bluestone slabs and several paths are all reflected in the afterglow of the sunset, like a touch of thick but not bright carmine, and a little hazy. The breeze helps the willows, the sky is falling, the gentle raindrops are beating like elves in the arms of the same gentle sunset, and the sparkling river is flashing. And those houses built by water record the fleeting time of Wuzhen.

Although it was already evening when I arrived in Suzhou, I still asked the guide to take me to see the bridge leading to the Tang Dynasty. In fact, Maple Bridge is just a common single-hole stone bridge in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are no maple trees beside the bridge. There are actually many kinds of butter in Jiangnan water town. According to the tour guide, when autumn comes, Chinese tallow leaves are weather-beaten and beautiful. I think that's probably the maple in the poem.

Xiaoqiao is famous for poets, and poets are famous for Xiaoqiao. After thousands of years of baptism, the bridges and water in Suzhou have become the soul of this small town. Standing on the bridge, you are not a person who came here to see the scenery, but have already become a part of it.

Unfortunately, my mother was ill and went to the hospital. After the operation, she went home to rest. She is very weak. My parents are both university professors, and my mother can't attend classes, so my father takes many classes, so I go to school alone every day.

One morning, the sun was shining brightly. I looked out of the window, and a breeze blew gently, blowing up the leaves of poplar trees outside the window; A ray of sunshine came in through the window and shone on my face. I think: it doesn't matter if you don't take an umbrella in such good weather! So I put on my schoolbag and went to school.

In the third class in the afternoon, suddenly, a few rays of rain fell in the gloomy sky, like a bracelet falling from the sky. The rain slowly turned into raindrops the size of beans, and then it became bigger and bigger ... finally, the rain fell like a hole in the reservoir. I can't help secretly complaining: God is going to play with the weather again! Now, I have no umbrella, but I can't go back! But God has no idea how I feel, so let it rain. ...

After school, the bell of "Ding Dong Ding Dong" rang, and parents who came to give umbrellas to their children crowded the school gate. But I don't think there can be my mother in it. However, the fact seems to be playing a trick on me. When I walked out of the school gate, an umbrella blocked the heavy rain overhead for me. I just want to thank this kind person. However, when I looked up, it was my mother! She smiled at me and I smiled back at her. I will never forget my mother's smile. She still has a pinhole with salt water in the hospital, but my mother came all the way to pick me up!

I hugged my mother. ...

Excellent composition 7 says that father loves mountains and mother loves rivers in the rain. However, a teacher gave me an ordinary and great love. She is my English teacher, Miss Wen.

We usually call her Miss Wen. She is slim, with long hair, fair skin and a smile on her face. Teacher Wen is humorous and loves her students very much.

I remember it was an early summer evening when it suddenly began to rain. I just finished cleaning and walked out of the campus wearily. "This damn weather!" My aunt reminded me to take an umbrella in the morning, but I thought it was too much trouble, so I stayed at home. Now, I am completely soaked and my heart is getting more and more annoyed. I don't know what happened. Suddenly, I heard a bang. I fell into a big mud pit. I was very sad and began to cry quietly. Just then, a pair of warm hands rested on my shoulder. I looked back and it was miss.

I suddenly wiped away the tears that were about to gush out and asked doubtfully, "Hey, teacher?" "I passed by here and just saw you. Let me take you home! " After that, the teacher handed me a transparent cherry blossom umbrella. I quickly said that I don't need a teacher to send it! The teacher said anxiously, "You can't do this!" "Well, well, thank you, teacher!" The teacher took me home on an electric motorcycle. Along the way, the teacher tried to amuse me and tell me jokes. After a while, I smiled through tears. When I got home, I gratefully said to my teacher, "Thank you!" Teacher Wen said to me, "Son, I helped you today to let you know that you must also help people in need in the future, ok?" I nodded firmly: "I will definitely do this! " "

That scene, deeply engraved in my heart, that sentence, deeply imprinted in my mind, has been growing with me!

Thank you teacher!

The sky is overcast with thunder and lightning. The gloomy sky seems to have been splashed with ink. I put my hand over my stomach in the room and tossed and turned painfully in bed: why hasn't dad come yet? It won't take so long to get home! It almost killed me.

After a while, the voice of opening the door sounded. Dad hurried to my room, picked me up and ran to the hospital. Lying on his back, I feel so warm, like spring, and my stomach seems to be less painful.

Dad went to the hospital as quickly as possible, carrying me in one hand and holding an umbrella in the other. His back was already wet, and he didn't know whether it was rain or sweat on his forehead, and his feet strode hard. On my father's head, there were strands of white hair and wrinkles. I saw them, and my nose was sour. I reached out to touch them, but the wrinkles could not be erased. That was the trace of time.

It is raining harder and harder, and the hospital is getting closer and closer. There seem to be countless stars in my eyes. I finally got to the hospital, and then I saw my father's face. Sweat is rolling on my forehead, I have run so many ways, my face is pale, and there is nothing dry on my body. When he saw me and the doctor in the hospital, he was deeply relieved.

A few days later, I was discharged from the hospital and my father was handsome again. As soon as I saw him, I couldn't help complaining: How could you be so careless? Did you eat something bad again?

However, what I heard was not reprimand, but deep fatherly love.

It's raining hard, it's raining all the time, and it doesn't mean to stop.

In the morning, I made my father angry. He didn't see me off, so I had to go alone with an umbrella. The road ahead is dangerous, and I, concentrate on preparing to face those unreasonable "flying" cars.

This queue is too long! I waited for a minute and it didn't disappear. I continued to wait, and finally, I couldn't see the "car dragon". I rushed across the road and just arrived, "Wow-"a lot of water splashed on my clothes. I stared at the car angrily, but out of the corner of my eye I inadvertently saw a familiar figure-dad!

His shirt sleeves have been soaked by the rain, and the part below the knee of his trousers seems to have just been fished out of the water. His hands are full of water. It must be very cold when it is windy! But my father only has eyes for me, and he doesn't care about himself at all.

I froze and stared at my father. He was also a little surprised. Maybe he didn't expect me to see him. After a few seconds of silence, my father pointed to the direction of the school and shouted something at me, but the roar of the car and the howl of the wind and rain drowned out his voice. I came to my senses, waved to him hard and walked towards the school. Halfway through, I looked back again. Father was still there with an umbrella, but he still wiped the water off his hands carelessly. ...

Rain, it keeps raining; Wet hands are cold. But I don't care, because there is a trace of warmth, quietly melting in the wind and rain all over the sky. ...

The bell rang and we lined up for school. On the way home from school, the sky suddenly thundered and the clouds were gathering. Then, raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky. Liu Haoyuan and I didn't bring rain gear, so we had to walk in the rain.

Teacher Chu saw that we were wet by the rain, so she quickly gave her umbrella to me and Liu Haoyuan. However, the bean-sized raindrops hit Teacher Chu. Liu Haoyuan and I were in tears under the umbrella. I know, Teacher Chu did this to keep us from getting wet, but why didn't she fight? Liu Haoyuan and I tried to move the umbrella to Teacher Chu, but the umbrella was moved by Teacher Chu. I think Mr. Chu is not only our teacher, but also like our mother. Although I didn't say anything, I was moved by Teacher Chu's concern.

In class the next day, I saw Mr. Chu's face turned pale and his voice became hoarse. I thought to myself: Mr. Chu caught a cold for us. I will definitely listen to Teacher Chu in the future, stop making trouble and try my best to do something for the class. I hope Mr. Chu will get better soon and let us see Mr. Chu, who usually loves to laugh and be lively. Teacher Chu, you are like a hardworking gardener, watering us and making us daily growing. Teacher, you are like an oasis in the desert, helping us when we are in trouble.

Teacher Chu, you have worked hard! I will repay you with excellent results!

Excellent composition in the rain 1 1 Since I went to primary school, no matter whether it is hot or cold in summer, there will always be a white-haired and thin figure waiting for me at the school gate and taking me home. He is my grandfather. Grandpa didn't go to the elderly activity room for entertainment in order to pick me up on time.

One day after school, it rained heavily. "Ah, how it rains again! Grandpa was ill yesterday and couldn't pick me up. Now I'm going to be a drowned rat! " I have been complaining about God with my schoolbag on my back. With the bustling crowd, I rushed into the "rain curtain". Outside the school gate, the parents who came to pick up the students came in an endless stream, watching the warm smiling faces melt in the happy umbrella. What envy!

I continued to walk alone, helplessly letting the autumn rain fall on me like cow hair, like a needle and like a filament, and wet my clothes and hair ... Suddenly, a thin and familiar figure came into my eyes. "Grandpa!" My heart a slight quiver, "is grandpa? Is it him? " Grandpa suddenly became so tall and burly! My heart is full of blood and tears come to my eyes. "Grandpa-grandpa-"I let go of my throat and shouted heartily, letting the tears in my eyes flow heartily and snuggling up in grandpa's warm arms heartily.

The rain is getting heavier and the wind is getting stronger. Grandpa pushed a heavy tricycle against the wind and rain and struggled forward. Huge raindrops hit grandpa's face mercilessly. At this moment, I can't tell which is sweat and which is rain. ...

Grandpa, my dear grandpa! You have worked hard!

Excellent composition in the rain 12 I haven't seen rain for a long time recently. I am so looking forward to the wonderful symphony of everything.

The rain in memory is beautiful, but it is not its essential beauty. To tell you the truth, I'm a little disgusted with that thunderstorm. The beauty it left me is actually a precious memory it left me!

On a cloudy day, I still didn't listen to my mother's advice and went to play basketball with other students without hesitation. However, when my mother was talking, I still took a heavy umbrella.

The students have all arrived. Among them, I found that Teacher A, who is very tall but clumsy, actually came. It was really a surprise, so we started to play ball.

Suddenly, without warning, the dark clouds in the sky finally vented all their anger. It is true that the word "downpour" has exaggerated elements, but it is no exaggeration to describe the rain. We were stunned by this sudden baptism. Suddenly, as if we saw a lifeline, we saw the very clumsy umbrella and all rushed over.

So there was such a scene: four boys were hiding under an umbrella, and you squeezed me and stumbled to the pavilion at the school gate, trying to run but unable to move. I'm glad I brought this umbrella, too

When we arrived at the pavilion, we found that Mr. A was soaked to the skin. We can't help but think of the situation just now: Mr. A always seems to lean on him. When we asked him, he said nothing. Now that I know the truth, I suddenly admire him.

Later, I was assigned to a junior high school class, he was assigned to class 3, and I was in class 4. Unfortunately, I was not assigned to a class, but his simple figure in the rain really impressed me!

Excellent composition in the rain 13 in my mind, there is such a scene and such a memory: it is so warm and moving that I can't forget it.

One day after school, it suddenly rained cats and dogs. I squeezed into the crowd in the waiting shed of the station. It's getting dark and it's raining harder. However, the bus either roared away or stopped in the middle of the road, leaving people crowded in the rain. Here comes another car. It drove slowly into the station and approached the carport gently. The driver also leaned forward and told everyone not to squeeze and be careful to slip. There was a warm ripple in my heart, and I thought: How nice this uncle is!

"The weather is unpredictable." At this moment, the accident happened-a white-haired grandmother walked slowly to the car in the crowded crowd with a thin cane, but a tall middle school student knocked her down at once, and she staggered forward twice and slipped and fell. The old woman lay on the ground, screaming in pain. The middle school student saw this scene and ran away in a hurry. At this time, many good people went to help grandma, and grandma struggled to stand up with the help of others, but she couldn't walk.

When the driver's uncle saw it, he said thoughtfully, "This old woman is not the way. Why don't you take her to the hospital first and then send everyone home? " A kind aunt listened and said, "My home is near the hospital. Let me take my grandmother home!" " "I heard that, everyone clapped and cheered, and some people gave them an umbrella. ...

"Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. " This is a famous sentence in Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night. I always think rain is the most beautiful thing in the world. It not only has a hazy aesthetic feeling, but also purifies everyone's mind. On that rainy day, I met a kind heart that I will never forget.

Look at the sky, cloudy. It will rain. -inscription

On the way back from grandma's house, it rained in Mao Mao, which was small but a dime a dozen. For an instant, the world seemed to be shrouded in a fog. I struggled whether to open an umbrella or not and went out of the gate.

There are few people in the street, and a few people walk forward with umbrellas, which can't cover their slightly anxious faces.

The rain is not so terrible, is it?

Standing at the station waiting for the bus, I caught a glimpse of an old man in his sixties and seventies, wearing a sanitation suit and an old-fashioned black hat, silently cleaning the street in the rain. After sweeping for a while, I walked back slowly and stumbled. He walked to the front of an earthen house, sat at the door without going in, and looked into the back room-a black-and-white TV set. Time has frozen. The canopy above dripped rain from time to time, but it didn't rain much. It just ran down the edge of the canopy, dripped on his hat brim and then dripped on the ground. It's far away, but I seem to hear a soft voice.

Ding Dong.

When I got home, my shoes were wet and my hair was wet. I poured hot water, heated a cup of milk tea and soaked my feet with milk tea. Sweet taro milk tea wafts out a faint fragrance and gives off a faint glow in the air. The rain outside is getting louder and louder, as if someone is knocking on the eaves of the window.

Ding-dong, ding-dong

It's time for a nap I am at my bedside, holding a roll of Yilin and reading it carefully. What is echoing in my ear is a smart rain. Like knocking on the heart of the lake, the water waves overflow layer by layer, and in the heart, the aftertaste is a hundred times.

Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.

Who says rain is a concerto in the dark? This rain is a hymn of the soul.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

-P.S.

Excellent composition in the rain 15 It's raining. ...

Like pearls, crystal clear and round, it falls on the earth, bringing people spiritual wealth and spiritual purity. Looking at the tears of joy hanging on the delicate faces of flowers, the wet soil, and the soft branches of willows dancing with the accompaniment of water drops.

Like ox hair, oblique wind and drizzle, drizzle weaves heaven and earth into a big net like a silver thread. Everything is willing to stick to this net, enjoying the gentle touch of the rain, watching the children run barefoot in the rain, watching the buds open their mouths and absorb greedily, watching the earth stretch every inch of skin, and every nerve is baptized by the rain.

Just like a clear spring, there are no adjectives when it rains heavily. The heavy rain turned the path into a river, the leaves were dazzling green and the stream became cheerful. The rain on the ground is like boiling water, and it is like bubbles spit by goldfish. There is a splash around the bubble, sweet and beautiful. It nurtures the earth like a selfless mother and makes flowers and trees flourish.

Just as hardworking people cherish happiness, people who know how to love know how to be happy.

Flowers in the greenhouse can never understand the beauty of the outside world. When it saw its companion outside being drenched and swaying from side to side, it finally gave off a dazzling light, but it was shivering with cold by the small wind escaping from the window.

Some things can only be realized if you try them.

The sky exists, and you won't know it is beautiful until you cross it.