Kneeling for the 800-word composition "Singing in the Rain" is urgent! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

It has always been my dream to live in seclusion in the mountains. This dream has finally come true in a short time, but it will also end in a short time. It will last for nearly a year, and I will eventually return to that noisy world.

After the summer vacation, my daughter will soon be promoted to senior three. Although the school is less than two kilometers away from home, her time is tight and her study task is heavy. In addition, the residential environment where we live now is noisy, so we rented a house near the school, and I became half a parent.

My daughter's school is located on the mountain, surrounded by green hills, with lush trees and winding mountain roads. It is not only an ideal environment for students to study, but also a good place for self-cultivation.

Behind the cabin we rented is a dense forest with a long history of various trees. There is an old tree with staggered roots and branches escaping. The huge canopy just covers our hut, making it cool and pleasant in summer. At about four o'clock every morning, people are still asleep, but the birds have woken up from their sleep, the Woods have begun to be lively and the chorus has begun. Their chorus is not as rigorous as human beings. They do whatever they want, without any command or leadership, they can sing whatever they want, sing their own songs, express their joy and show their vigorous life. Some of their songs are melodious like flutes, some are long and long like flutes, some are crisp and melodious, such as pearls of all sizes pouring on a plate of jade, some chirp, some chirp, as if accompanying their companions ... At dawn, birds crow in the Woods, which is not only a chorus, but also a symphony.

At three o'clock in the morning, the weather changed suddenly, and there was lightning and thunder. After a while, the storm roared and the rapid raindrops pattered on the tiles. I thought the thunderstorm only stayed here for a short time, but after a long time, the thunder was still beating, the electricity was still flashing and the rainstorm was still falling. The whole world seems to have been swallowed up by this storm.

My daughter has been tossing and turning in bed, looking scared. I patted her gently and said softly, "Nothing, go to sleep." She gradually fell asleep again.

At this moment, I thought of the birds in the Woods. How should birds spend it in this stormy night? After all, there are not a few birds with warm nests. In which tree do most birds stop? Which tree is their home. Besides, under such circumstances, even if there is a nest, what can be done? I think: there should be no bird singing at dawn today. Time goes by, thunder still rumbles, lightning still shines, and heavy rain still pours. However, to my surprise, the songs of birds arrived as scheduled. Although there was no lineup on a sunny day, some people persisted. This part of the adherents did not panic because of the storm, but chose to retreat, but still sang in the storm, which really made me respect.

This reminds me of us humans. In our life, it is impossible for Wan Li to have clear skies and Wan Li forever, and there will be cloudy and stormy days. How should we face them? Birds are not afraid, they don't flinch in the storm, they can face it bravely and sing loudly. Are we not as good as birds?

The long road of life, no matter what you encounter, you can't blame others, give up on yourself and avoid concessions. Let's stick to it like birds, sing in the storm like them, and welcome the sun tomorrow!