Joke story composition in rainy days

The story composition of "One" on rainy days is 600 words.

One day in summer, the sky is no longer bright. The clouds in the sky are gray, and it will rain soon.

Rumble, rumble ... Thunder rumbled in the sky, almost breaking my ears. No, it is going to rain. I have to hurry home. I quickly packed my schoolbag and ran downstairs. As soon as I ran downstairs, it began to rain lightly. Suddenly, there was more thunder in the sky, which scared the timid female students standing downstairs. Suddenly I saw Xiao Y. I went over and patted her on the shoulder and said, Xiao Y, didn't you bring an umbrella? Xiao Y said that she didn't expect it to rain today, so did you bring an umbrella? I said I brought two umbrellas. I'll give you one. Xiao y finished playing my umbrella. I said, Xiao y, you should go home quickly, or it will rain heavily. Xiao Y took my umbrella, said thank you and hurried away.

I also ran to the bicycle shed, took out my raincoat from my schoolbag and put it on. Just out of school, suddenly, it began to rain heavily, and then it turned into a rainstorm. In the distance, several tall buildings were looming in the clouds and finally disappeared. The rainstorm flooded everything. As if to devour the whole world. It's raining heavily in the sky, with lightning and thunder. So I sped up. It's raining too hard and the water on the road is getting deeper and deeper. When I came to a bridge opening, I saw that the water in bridge opening was already deep. Several cars rushed forward at the risk of deep water, all of them were killed. After I saw it, I had to wait under the bridge Several courageous students rode by quickly on bicycles, gradually forming a large splash. Some courageous students came over and later told me that you resigned. There was nothing wrong with your bike in the past. Didn't you say that your bike is better than ours? So I got on my bike and sped forward, splashing a lot. Although I passed, my shoes and pants were all wet.

Humorous and philosophical composition, no stories and jokes.

I saw an advertisement about green tea, which was about rainy days. A man complained, "What a nuisance! It's raining again!" "And another man drove in the rain and cheered happily:" How nice it is to rain, and wash the car for free! " "Finally, the advertisement tells us that everything is fine if you are in a good mood! Yes, a small advertisement tells us a profound truth-love comes from the heart, the mood is good, and everything is fine!

This reminds me of another story. A pair of twin sisters went to play in the garden with their parents. The roses in the garden were in full bloom. My sister said that the flowers are really good, and the thorns are full of flowers. Sister said that this flower is not good, and the bottom of the flower is full of thorns. As a matter of fact, both girls are right. The scenery is the same, the difference is their mood. However, their attitude towards life is different here, and whether they will live happily here in the future is different.

In real life, some people always expect what they don't have, but forget what they have. Pursue the distance, but ignore the side. Endless material pursuit makes people greedy; Blind comparison makes people complain about the injustice of life. Yes, the situation is created by heart. If you are in a bad mood, you will lose the pleasure of smiling and feeling life again and again, and you will also lose many opportunities for emotional coordination and success ... In fact, in this complex and tempting society, it is the best day to live a life you like without enviing others or belittling yourself. Living in the way you like is the best way to live; Spend time according to your own nature, this is the day of heaven!

The journey of life is like spring, summer, autumn and winter, with wind, electricity, thunder and snow, flowers blooming and falling, clouds rolling and clouds relaxing. In the face of life, a true wise man will not wait for a good mood to appear, but always control his mood. Treat life like a calm and experienced helmsman on a long voyage. No matter you encounter a reef or a storm, you can handle it calmly and sail your life boat briskly.

Please remember the poet's warning: in the face of this world, although you only have the right to press the shutter, you have the right not to stand in front of the bad scenery.

I am in a bad mood on rainy days. Tell a joke and smile.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the bus is equipped with air conditioning, and the fare has risen from one to two. special

An old man got on the bus and invested one yuan.

Driver: "Two pieces!"

Grandpa: "Well, cool!"

Driver: "Throw two pieces!"

Grandpa: "I'm cool without my head!" " "

Grandpa finished and came back.

The driver shouted anxiously, "Put two dollars in! ! "

Grandpa: "It's cooler with fewer people in the back."

The story composition on rainy days is about 350 words.

One day after school, Xiao Ming hummed a happy ditty on his way home. I looked up and found that the sky was covered with dark clouds. Xiao Ming thought, "Oh, it's going to rain. I have to hurry home in case I get caught in the rain. " Thinking of this, he ran like hell.

I ran to the door and found grandma Wang's quilt still hanging on the clothesline. He thought to himself, "Grandma Wang is old and forgot to take back the quilt? If you don't take it back before it rains, the quilt will be wet by the rain. How can you cover it? " . So he hurried to knock on the door, knocking five or six times, but no one answered. It seems that Grandma Wang is not at home, which makes Xiaoming very anxious.

Xiaoming had a brainwave and came up with a good idea. He quickly opened the door and took grandma Wang's quilt back to his home. He took a pen and wrote a piece of paper, and posted it on Grandma Wang's door: "Grandma Wang, it's going to rain. You are not at home. I'll take your quilt back to my house first. Please come to my house to pick it up later. "

After grandma Wang came back, she said happily to Xiaoming's mother, "Xiaoming is really a clever and sensible child."

"Wu" has a perfect score of 600 words in rainy days.

Interesting things about rainy days There is less rain in Beijing. Last Wednesday finally ended, and my heart was pounding. I sneaked downstairs with a small umbrella when my mother wasn't looking.

The heavy rain was overwhelming, the rain curtain hung between heaven and earth, and crystal beads of rain fell one after another. I took off my shoes, rolled up my trouser legs and ran to the ground to tread water. In the blink of an eye, there was a lot of water, not over the ankle. The creaking rain splashed everywhere. What fun! The rain fell heavily on my small umbrella, splashing crystal rain flowers from time to time, scattered like flying flowers and broken jade. I reached out to pick it up, and it splashed all over my face, and my hair soon got wet, but I giggled and ran around like a river. On the spacious playground, my little daughter ran around laughing and laughing. I feel my heart is like a flying bird, free and carefree. Happiness filled the playground.

The rain soon stopped and the sky suddenly cleared up. After a shower, the flowers and plants in the garden beside the playground are shining with new green. I rushed over and said, "Ah!" I cried in surprise. Look at those little snails lying on the wet leaves for air. Wow, what a lovely little snail. It has a yellow-gray shell, a fleshy body sticking out and small tentacles crawling slowly. I thought it was too rare, so I ran home to get a bag and dragged my mother downstairs without hesitation, asking her to help me catch some small snails.

But in the distance, I saw a rag picker. He picked up my umbrella and shoes as rags. I was dumbfounded at once ... my mother ran over and didn't catch up. As a result, this incident has made my mother laugh until now. Although I was criticized at last that day, I will still think of the different taste in the rain, which makes me remember it vividly.

"Lu" composition, the story of rainy days

Lead out the following at the beginning, write a story in the middle and summarize at the end.

The story composition of Qi on rainy days is limited to 30 words.

The story of rainy days

It is raining outside the window. I hate this gloomy weather, because when it rains, my annoying father doesn't go out to work, but stays at home all day.

I don't like my father at all. His strange behavior even makes me feel uneasy. When I was very young, I found that every time I called him "dad", it would make him very depressed and painful. I never dared to call him dad again.

In summer, he would make me wear my favorite pink dress. I once said no to this, but I was helpless in the face of my father. Sometimes, I can't help but suspect that my father is a psychopath. Why else would he be so perverted?

* * * crisp treat him as a madman. God, my father is crazy! Moreover, in the occasional eye contact in turn, I found that he looked at me with special feelings. This look almost overwhelmed me, and I never dared to look him in the eye again. "Hey ... is dad a pervert?" I can't help shivering. What bad luck Why is my biological father like this?

On rainy days, I ignored my father and sat alone by the window thinking about my mother, who died when I was very young. Of course, my father told me. I imagined her appearance, imagined her caressing me, and felt extremely warm. Why didn't you leave a picture of your mother? I hate my father to death.

My father sat opposite me at dinner. I don't look at him, I don't talk to him, I just gorge myself. I know my father has a bad temper and often gets angry inexplicably, but strangely, no matter how heartless my behavior seems, he has always been so kind and concerned about me. I suddenly felt a little overwhelmed, mixed with hatred and sadness. I really don't know how to accept my eccentric father and my fate.

One Sunday, when I was looking up a reference book, a photo, a girl's photo, suddenly fell out of the book. I picked it up and looked at it, yo! Autumn eyes, small nose, thin lips, pink dress ... isn't this me? But a closer look shows that the girl's face is full of mature temperament, and she is obviously much older than me. Who is this? Really ... Mom?

In the evening, with strong curiosity and impulse, I broke into my father's room and asked him how this photo came from, why he hated me calling him "Dad" and everything about him ... My father cried, crying so sadly, and I heard him cry all night. I really regret being as reckless as a 12-year-old girl, but what the hell is going on?

After several days, my father's mood finally gradually improved. One day, he called me to him, and I looked down at him. But I feel as if I have a pair of eyes watching me. There are sadness, fatherly love and special feelings in those eyes. ...

Later, my father told me a touching story, a rainy day story.

More than ten years ago ... it was a rainy day. It has been raining.

The road is slippery. A very beautiful car is flying, and a beautiful bride is sitting on it. Her beautiful eyes reveal uncontrollable anxiety. "I'm sorry, I'm late. Please hurry. " Just then, disaster suddenly arrival. ...

Police, pedestrians and various cars surrounded the scene of the accident, which was a vicious traffic accident. Just now, that huge container truck knocked down a speeding car. This is a very beautiful car with a bride lying in it. Her beautiful eyes were wide open and full of fear. Blood is dripping down the thin red lips on the white wedding dress.

What's interesting about "Ba"? Unforgettable rainy days, 500 words.

"Ding, Ding ..." After school, it rained heavily in this damn weather. What should I do? I didn't bring my umbrella, so I watched my classmates line up one after another and go home happily. There are only a few students in the classroom who are not in a hurry to get umbrellas. It is raining harder and harder. How should I go home?

Looking at our disappointment, the math teacher kindly said to us, "There are still some umbrellas in the office, you can take them ..." Before the teacher finished, several excited boys ran to the office to grab the umbrellas. When I arrived, all the umbrellas were taken away! I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks-running around. At this moment, a familiar voice "flies" to me: "Guo Liqi, do you have an umbrella? Use an umbrella with me! " I looked up and it turned out to be a Chinese teacher. She looked at me with a sweet smile on her face. I froze. Unexpectedly, a teacher will take the initiative to share an umbrella with me.

The rain is still falling, and the Chinese teacher holds me tightly like a mother, for fear that I will get wet by the rain. At this time my mood is like a strange bean. Of course, I was nervous at first. After all, this is the first time to be so close to the teacher. I walked with my head held high and kept making faces at my classmates behind me. Walking, my mother gave me an umbrella not far away. My mother saw my umbrella and my teacher's umbrella, and gratefully said to the teacher, "I'm sorry for the trouble ..." Then my mother "grabbed" me, and the teacher saw it and left with a smile.

To tell the truth, I am also very grateful to my teacher. If the teacher hadn't given me an umbrella, I might have become a "drowned rat". I think this teacher is great enough. If there is an opportunity, I will also hold up an umbrella of gratitude for my teacher.

Nine tells girls a joke about getting wet in the rain.

The feeling of missing you is like: cooking without salt; Apples should not be too sweet; Smoke less; Forgot to bring money when shopping. I will miss you when I have time, and I will miss you when I have no time. If I really can't spare the time, I will-do nothing but miss you! Miss you, you know? Miss you, do you feel it? Missing silently, let every minute of memories flash gently; Waiting silently, let every day and night pass by gently; Silent blessing, silent prayer, may you be happy every second! The petals of missing flowers rotate in the wind and fall on the lake of memories. The ripples of the years spread, and your face is still clear. I don't want to say anything sooner or later. I love you as before, and my life will not change. A few words, a thousand words, every sentence is missing.

"Pick up", make up a 20-word story composition on rainy days.

A story about rainy days.

Ding, Ding, after school, the students rushed out of the classroom. Singing, carrying a schoolbag, walking happily on the way home.

Oh, my God, this April! It's really changeable. It really looks like a child's face. It was a beautiful sunny day, and soon it was covered with dark clouds. Walking, the thunder was loud and it rained cats and dogs. One by one, the students opened their umbrellas and had to take a step, holding their heads in their hands and running home in a hurry.

Li Ming was waiting for the No.8 bus on the platform when suddenly two students came from there. Xiao Fang said to Xiao Liang, "Isn't that Li Ming? He didn't bring an umbrella! " They walked beside Li Ming, and Xiao Fang said to Li Ming, "Li Ming, let's go home together!" " "They got off the bus together. Xiao Liang said to Li Ming, "Li Ming, hit my umbrella and go home!" " ! "Li Ming said," Let's take an umbrella and go home! " "

They chatted under umbrellas. How happy they are! Li Ming said, "Thank you for taking me home." Xiao Fang and Xiao Liang said with one voice, "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! "