Composition in the rain

1, "Sunny heart means sunny rain, sunny heart means sunny rain." This is my favorite sentence and the reason why I love rain. Yes, whenever I am happy, the rain makes my heart sweet and sour. When you are depressed, it coincides with rainy days, so let the rain baptize yourself.

I don't know when I finally found a long-awaited book in the bookstore. I always touch the light gray book cover, smell the ink on the edge of the paper, and read it carefully as before. ...

Walking out of the bookstore, it began to rain, but it didn't affect my happiness. I wrapped my schoolbag in my arms and walked in the rain. The drizzle and wind brushed my face together, and happiness and joy jumped into my heart together. In the rain, it is romantic to occasionally see a couple walking with umbrellas; The child also ran wildly in the rain, completely ignoring the dissuasion of his parents behind him, and the child stumbled all the way. "Isn't this the epitome of my childhood?" I thought, "Maybe they will repeat our experience, maybe they will go their own way." I also found my childhood in the rain and gained a happiness. The road has an end, the rain has stopped, and I am home. Rain accompanied me all the way, which brought me a feeling of happiness and intoxicated me with that sweet taste.

I love rain, like to stay in the rain and enjoy the feeling it brings me, but I also look forward to being baptized and comforted by rain when I am frustrated.

Exam, being late, being criticized all the bad things happened on this day. In the evening, I walked out of the campus with an umbrella and a heavy schoolbag. The rain washed away the mud on the ground, the yellow leaves and the unpleasantness of my day. The sound of rain pouring on the umbrella is very heavy, the line of sight is blurred by rain, and people and scenery are shaking slightly. I was standing at the station when a scene on the roadside caught my attention. A porter carried steel in the rain. He carried the steel on the truck piece by piece, and he was alone. He walked to the truck with steel in his arms, and the rain soaked him through. The sound of rain can't seem to hide his frequent trembling when he is panting. Just as he was holding the last piece of steel, the gasping sound disappeared, but the heavy sound of steel falling to the ground made my eyes hurt, but he got up in the rain, wiped the rain on his face with his sleeve, lifted the steel and continued his work. I got on the bus and looked at the misty rain outside the window. I understand that frustration is not a reason to get depressed. I want to learn to face it rationally and calmly. This is the greatest comfort brought by rain. In the baptism of rain, I gradually learned to grow.

In the rain, I feel happy, happy and learn to grow!

2.

There was a heavy rain last night, which was cold and splashing.

When I woke up in the morning, I saw the prosperity of the garden-there were many new flowers, and the wind was a little cold, but I seemed to understand something.

Quietly, quietly approached, unwilling to wake them. Last night, the raindrops turned into morning dew. They had washed their faces for the new flowers, smelled them and smelled the fragrant fragrance ... Violets had put on their clothes and trembled slightly in the wind. Isn't it because they love beauty too much and want to put on their skirts quickly, shivering with cold? Look, who is that? The ballet skirt has already been put on, covered with a green cloak, tied with a ribbon made of morning dew, and bent shyly. Why not try to contact in the rain and plan to dance for the morning light when it clears up?

Small leaves, small buds, after a night of wind and rain, grew up and blossomed. What magic makes you turn tears into motivation?

Let me be a flower that grows quietly in the storm! Tears fell from the sky, painful, but always smiling.

I still remember that time, I was complacent again, because my mistakes became the laughing stock of everyone. I bit my lip, held my head high, smiled and conquered everything with indifference. One failure is nothing, come on! I told myself. Stop filming. I know I've grown up.

Let me be a flower that grows quietly in the storm! Having experienced setbacks but unwilling to give up, being broad-minded has long been a sign of success!

When I was a child, my study was always average, and I only got 86 in a math exam. The teacher's questioning eyes and the classmates' contemptuous eyes made me cry sadly. Calm down, I told myself, what can grades represent? I tried. Try, try! Write down my heart again, I know I am growing.

Let me be a flower that grows quietly in the storm! Through hard work, bloom your most beautiful flowers!

Now, I have gradually matured. I tempered myself again and again in the wind and rain. I've tried very hard. Excellent grades are my achievements. I have pursued them, and success will always come! Through this happy moment, I understand that I am growing up!

Be a flower that grows in the wind and rain! Withstand the test, you will produce the most beautiful flowers and make people marvel at you. It began to rain again. I approached a budding flower and said to her, "Let's grow together in the rain!" "

It rained, and I remembered this moment: girl, Xiaohua, in the rain. ...

Scenes in the rain

one

Today is the Dragon Boat Festival. It was raining lightly, but it happened to be the day before the senior high school entrance examination. I decorate the examination room with my teachers and classmates.

It was nearly one o'clock when everything was ready to stop. I think my parents may have had dinner. Sitting on the bus, I saw that the plane trees on both sides were flourishing in the rain, and the sparse pedestrians on the road hurried forward with umbrellas.

My trousers were covered with mud, my head and body were covered with water drops, and my hair stood on end. The stairs are filled with the fragrance of mugwort leaves, full of the fragrance of glutinous rice, mixed with breeze and clear rain. In the corner window, I suddenly saw the building in the distance of the community. It was misty and rainy, and I felt very empty when I was alone. I don't think about anything at this time, just want to go home quickly.

I just opened the door and was about to open my mouth to explain. I saw my mother meet me, wiped some water with a towel and said with a smile, "Needless to say, I know everything." Let me change again. Dad said, "Come and eat!" I was taken aback: "Have you been waiting for me?" "Of course, come and eat, the rice is cold!" A warm current welled up in my heart.

Under the warm light of goose yellow, the sumptuous meal made my mouth water. "Ha ha! Finally a holiday! Liberation! " I cheered.

In the afternoon, my parents went to work. I was bored when I finished my homework at home alone, so I went downstairs for a walk.

It rains much less. The mountains in the distance are like being soaked in fog, hazy, like a fairyland. The green and straight bamboo swayed gently in the rain, and the leaves were covered with sparkling pearls, which were exquisite.

The rain gradually stopped. A leisurely wind blows, and the fragrance of the earth, as well as the unique fragrance of grass baptized by rain, mingled with the faint fragrance of camellia, makes people feel like they have just taken a bath, and a coolness gushes out from their skin, which makes people shudder. Under the baptism of rain, the green leaves are tender and soft.

two

Hearing the news was like a bolt from the blue.

Ah! God, once a boy liked me, but I refused hopelessly. After junior high school, he fell in love with another girl

This girl is very beautiful, and her teacher arranged for him to sit with her. Girls don't study hard, but also teach him to play mobile phones in class, play together after class, and go home together after school-as a result, their grades plummeted ...

I regret it! If I hadn't been so heartless at that time, or accepted him, maybe he wouldn't like her, and he wouldn't have retired from the top of his class to the lower level.

On the way home, it was raining cats and dogs, and the thought of him made me uncomfortable.

If he can read this article, then I will say to him, "I'm sorry!" " "

three

Hey! It's already seven or eight o'clock when the self-study is over. Turn that corner and come to that path.

The narrow roads are like hutongs in Beijing. Only a dim light shines far away, and the pits on the ground are full of rain, reflecting a yellow halo, as soft and warm as candlelight, gently soothing my heart of missing my hometown.

postscript

Three short essays are listed in turn from long to short, recording my growth ... maybe we will miss it when we grow up!

Like rain, like rainy days, like me in the rain.

Just because, in the rain, I can stay away from the troubled world; In the rain, I found myself lost; In the rain, loneliness is mine, tranquility is mine, and at this lonely moment, I only belong to myself.

When it rains, I always like to walk in the rain, capture the elegant charm of countless drizzles, and experience the chic and beauty of rain. In the rain, let the drizzle hug me heartily and melt in this empty world.

Hold up an umbrella in the rain, hold up the wind, hold up the rain and hold up a lonely world.

Turn the umbrella handle, and the raindrops splash down like pearls. Since beauty must be left helplessly, let it stay! Since you can't forget the troubles you should forget, seek peace in the rain! Yes, people are not as handsome as raindrops. I can only vent my repressed feelings through this splashing water drop.

I know that all success comes at a price. Yes, success, the success I have been longing for for for a long time! For this brilliant sentence, I am studying hard day and night. I forgot that there is another wonderful world outside the book. I've been imprisoned for too long and I've lost it.

But in the rain, I no longer seem and aloof as usual; I feel gentler and calmer in the rain. Ah! Please let me have this world in the rain. Have warmth and beauty in the rain. Really, I really like this rain, a mixture of water and tears, ethereal and poetic. I really like me in the rain.

Drizzle, such as silk; Drizzle, like a dream.

In the rain, holding an umbrella is drizzle, and holding an umbrella is loneliness.

It rained all night and didn't stop until eight o'clock in the morning. It's still gray, and it may rain at any time. The food at home was "bad", so my grandmother and I went to the supermarket to buy things while it didn't rain. We bought biscuits, steamed bread, fruit and some daily necessities from the supermarket and put them in two bags. The rain stopped and I hurried home.

Passing by the vegetable market, grandma asked me to wait in bridge opening for a while before buying some vegetables. Suddenly, it was dark, like the bottom of a big black pot on people's heads. People rushed home like open water, and I waited anxiously. It's raining. Why hasn't grandma come yet? Grandma, come back quickly! I watched the flow of people coming home, anxious like ants on hot bricks, looking out from bridge opening. Grandma came with a bag. I don't know if it was sweat or rain dripping down her face. It began to rain, and shiny raindrops hit the ground, making a "bang, bang" sound. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, like a string of broken beads. The rain on the ground gathers into a "stream", and the "stream" gathers into a "river" from all directions. The water on the ground gathered more and more, and the low-lying areas became "Wang Yang". A mist rose on the water. From a distance, the whole city is shrouded in a hazy rain and fog, and nothing can be seen clearly.

I helped my grandmother pack up her shopping and watched the rain outside from time to time, sometimes it was heavy and sometimes it was small. Grandma said, "Don't worry, wait until the rain stops." I hope, hope, the rain seems to be bad for us, but it hasn't stopped, just smaller than before. I said, "Grandma, let's go." Grandma said, "Don't worry, wait until the rain stops. You will catch a cold if you fall down. " I insisted on leaving, but grandma couldn't beat me, so we walked home in the rain.

At first, it didn't rain much I pedaled my bicycle with my back straight and looked fearless. The rain ran down my hair and my clothes were all wet. I'm not scared at all. I talked to grandma while walking, making her laugh. It's raining harder and harder, but the south wind is blowing. Grandma and I struggled to pedal our bicycles, and sweat and rain flowed down together, and the wheels pressed against the road and splashed. It only took more than ten minutes to get home in 20 minutes.

I changed my clothes and "hid" in the quilt, thinking, "This must be God exercising my viability."

4 years old in the rain

4-year-old rain, seemingly fluttering and gentle.

I remember when it didn't rain, my mother came to the kindergarten to pick me up with my favorite umbrella. My little hand took the big hand with a little warmth and walked home.

In the street, sparse people are walking with umbrellas. Occasionally, a few pedestrians without umbrellas are walking under the eaves. They beat the ground rhythmically, giving people the motivation to speed up their steps.

"Mom!" I pulled my mother's sleeve and shouted, "Look at that big brother, how pathetic!" " I pointed to the beggar who was still kneeling in the street and said, "All right, give him 5 yuan!" " "No, 10 yuan, I want my eldest brother to buy an umbrella!" "Well, all right!"

The rain at the age of 4, no matter how hard it rains, is full of innocence.

Eight years old in the rain

The third grade is a turning point. Continuous exams make me breathless.

Alas, I failed the exam and it rained heavily again. Fortunately, I listened to my mother and brought an umbrella. But my heart is still so fidgety and impatient.

"Boom!" It thundered again, and the rain as big as peas hit a pink umbrella instead of a small one. The crowd is very crowded.

"Little sister, give some money!" It's a beggar's grandfather. When I get upset, I shout, "No money!" " "Turned his head and left.

The wind is still blowing and the rain is still falling, but I am a little different. ...

12 years old in the rain

More and more mature, but the mind has changed. ...

It was another rainy day, and I was alone in the rain. With the passage of time, I changed an umbrella, which is blue and seems to show my maturity.

The wind is blowing, and the potholes on the road are full of water. Although the crowd is crowded, I am used to it. "Boom!" It thundered again, reminding me of the scene of treating the elderly when I was 8 years old. My heart was filled with guilt at once. ...

"Little classmate, give some money! I haven't eaten for three days! " Oh, no ... no money! "I hesitated. I have money from 5 yuan, but I went to buy a notebook. ...

"Mom, poor uncle! He hasn't eaten for three days! " "Give him five dollars!" "No, 20 yuan! Let uncle have a good meal and buy an umbrella! " My mind was hit. I went to a shop and exchanged 5 yuan paper money for five coins with a distance of 1. I came to my uncle and handed him 3 yuan. ...

I stand in the rain, but I feel as comfortable as the spring breeze.

It is still raining outside the window. Sitting at the computer desk, memories of the past flashed in my mind over and over again like a movie. With the growth of age, everyone's mentality will change greatly. In the rain of 16, I am looking forward to …

Rain, flying slowly in the sky, is light and vigorous; Rain, gently knocking on the window, reveals a beautiful rhythm at the moment of knocking on the window. Sitting in front of the window, my thoughts are ups and downs?

I got up and went out, walked on the path in the rain, and enjoyed this beautiful charm alone, without an umbrella or inviting my companions. Rain falls on my hair, on my cheeks, and then slowly slides down my hair and cheeks. But some raindrops are flying on my cheeks and refuse to leave for a long time. I feel that rain seems to have life and thoughts.

As I walked, the rain gradually subsided, and there were waves of different music around me. Ding dong ding dong, ding dong ding dong, Twitter and flowers? It is raining in Mao Mao now. Don't! It should be said that it will stop raining soon. This is the rain beads turned into rain, lighter and more vigorous. I was intoxicated by the harmonious scene before me. I started to walk back, and it was still raining. On the way back, I found that almost all the scenery had changed:

The young trees straightened their backs and sprouted green shoots. The branches loosened their calves and opened their arms to welcome the sunshine. Flowers smile, petals become more vivid, and rain beads are still rolling on her face! Birds sing cheerful songs, the songs are more crisp and moving, and the feathers are still stained with rain, which is even more shiny and smooth; The sky is no longer gray, but now it is particularly blue, and white clouds are coming out. It washed away the dust and became white and clean. The river has been transformed, and now it serves us as a mirror?

When I got home, the rain stopped. I didn't think it would be interesting to walk in the rain. Although I am still soaked to the skin and become a drowned rat, I feel much better. At this moment, my melody came from all around, "Ding-Ding Dong-Dong", "Ding-Ding Dong-Dong", "Twitter" and "Hua Hua"?

Love, in the rain

20 1 1-09-28 Author: Silence: 742 Reading: 0

Love, in the rain

There seems to be something missing in the sky, which is dry and wrinkled, and even the wind in the ear has become extraordinarily dry.

"Oh, mom, why did you come to school today?" I looked up at the sky and asked wittily.

"Why, I can't come? You said you were a child and you really didn't know to see a doctor when you were sick ... "My mother scolded me as she walked.

"Doctor, please help me. The child has a fever and can't sleep for several days. " Mother leaned down and hurried to the front of the case. "Well ..." "Hey, doctor, what's the matter?" As soon as the doctor stopped talking, my mother quickly added. "Well, it's nothing. I'm probably just nervous with a cold." The doctor said calmly, "Why don't you have a check?" "all right."

……

Pushing open the door, I returned to the clinic, and the hot air outside followed. At this time, the clinic was unexpectedly quiet, leaving only the sound of the doctor's pen scratching the pages. Mother sat in the back of the chair with a dignified face. Occasionally, she closed her eyes and opened them for a long time, as if thinking about something, so that she didn't even notice me coming in. Only then did I find that my mother's eyes were red and full of shiny things, as if they were about to fall down. I know it's tears.

"Mom, are you asleep?" I carefully broke the silence.

"Oh, you're back." My mother said to me, while raising her right hand to wrap her head, her sleeve crossed her face and took away tears, but this mechanical action seemed to be too convulsive. My mother simply bent her head on the box and seemed to be asleep.

……

Finally, we are on the way to school again, but my hand unconsciously took my mother's hand.

There seems to be something in the sky, and it looks heavy, as if it will fall down in the next second. "Let's go, it's going to rain." My mother tugged at me for fear that I would get wet, but I hesitated. I even look forward to the arrival of the rain, because I know that the rain is full of the mother's selfless deep love for her children.

The arrival of a rain is the birth of love, the spread of love and the dedication of a tear. And when a rain filled an atmosphere, carved a memory and turned it into a long time, I knew I was surrounded by love and was about to pay for it.

-P.S.

I'm in the rain

Light rain falls to the ground. I'm going to take a taxi to school after breakfast. I didn't bring an umbrella, because it's not far from my home to Zhao Yang Station.

I walked to the door and walked forward carefully. At this moment, I saw a man walking towards the building in a hurry. He accidentally stepped on the pond and slipped. Without saying anything, I helped him up and took out a napkin to dry him. I hope not. It's raining hard, so I have to go home and get my umbrella. Then he grabbed me and said, "Don't run for an umbrella. I will send you! " "So, we went to Zhao Yang station. It's cold, but I feel warm. I looked back at him, but he was also looking at me. When two pairs of eyes met, I smiled and he smiled.

The bus came, and I got on the bus, and my mood was hard to calm down. I took out my Chinese book and planned to review my vocabulary. I accidentally saw a famous saying: share happiness with others, and you will get more happiness. I finally know the meaning of this sentence!

Love in the rain

It rained again today. Today's rain reminds me of one thing.

It's a cloudy afternoon.

When the bell rang, I stretched myself and was about to go home. At this time, the weather was bad, thunder and lightning flashed, and soon it began to rain cats and dogs. I didn't bring my umbrella. What should I do now?

At this time, my mood is as gloomy as the sky. The rain in the sky seems to be falling bit by bit.

Falling in my heart makes me feel helpless and helpless. I really want someone to pick me up with an umbrella. This is my only thought. But after a long time, I didn't see anyone, and my mood began to be a little agitated. I don't think waiting here is the way. If my family doesn't pick me up, I'll stand here all night. No, I have to get back at once. No, we wait! Just when I was disappointed to rush into the rain, I waited and waited. "NiNi" heard a familiar and kind voice in the distance, and I quickly recognized it as my mother! It's my dear mother! I almost cried for joy. My mother's figure is approaching me quickly. By this time, I had forgotten my helplessness and anxiety before and ran to my mother. When I came to my mother, I saw nothing in her hand and asked, "Mom, do you have an umbrella?" My mother said to me shyly, "I'm afraid you've been waiting for a long time. Come to work directly with an umbrella before going home, but it's ok for two people to take an umbrella." Walking on the muddy road, in the dense raindrops, I looked at my mother. Time suddenly stopped. I couldn't believe my eyes: a young mother with silver hair and many tiny wrinkles around her eyes. ...

Mother's half body has been wet by the rain, but her face is always smiling. I have been thinking about this problem all the way, and only when I got home did I realize that my mother regarded my happiness as her own and my pain as her own.

At this time, I secretly made up my mind that I must study hard and repay my mother's spring-like love with sincere heart forever. ...