Composition 1 During an accidental mountaineering trip in the rain, I was stunned by an unremarkable life.
On the mountain where it has just rained, the air is particularly fresh, and the rain dripping on the ground seems to break at the touch. The mountain is so quiet that only plants are whispering.
Walking, an unusual color caught my eye. In this cold late autumn season, the lush leaves in summer have turned into the essence of the earth, and the colorful flowers have left with tears. Only it, a small flower in the cracks, is still standing. In this mountain that has been wrapped in winter clothes, the small flowers are particularly conspicuous. Its body looks weak, but after the storm, it still holds its head high proudly. The pale pink at the edge of the petals, the pink in the middle and the big red at the bottom are all so bright, but who knows the hardships of its growth?
The seed that would soon break through the ground was thrown into the gap by the bird, and its growth was blocked, but he didn't give up. He doesn't want to give up his precious life because of setbacks. He tried to drill up, drill up hard, drill up hard, break through the hard stone and reveal delicate buds. The autumn wind rustling, did not end its life, it bloomed in the wind and rain with a strong will. Autumn rain dripped on the stone and the land, but the flowers did not freeze to death, but they were sucking heartily. This sweet rain and dew is a blessing from heaven. In order to repay this kindness, it strives to grow up in this pain and release its heroism.
Happiness is exciting, but pain is not beautiful. A life that has experienced pain will bloom more perfectly.
Life has not only sunny days, but also bitter and rainy days. We must firmly believe that after darkness is dawn, after severe winter is spring, and life that has experienced bitterness and rain will bloom more beautifully in the wind and rain!
I fell asleep in the rain and was awakened by the muffled thunder. I narrowed my eyes, rolled over and looked at the clock. Wow, it's only six o'clock! It's so early, let's meet again later! I just want to get into the warm bed and have a good dream happily. Another thunder shattered my wish. It seems to be urging me to get up quickly because a concert is coming.
So I put on my clothes, opened the balcony door and yawned. An empty fresh air immediately came to my face, which made people feel relaxed and happy.
The sky is still half covered with gray-black curtains and has not faded. It covers the earth dimly, as if pregnant with passion.
The program has already started. The sky did not brighten slightly because of the arrival of the morning, but put on a coat like shyness. Sasha Vujacic, Xiaoyu rang the sand bell in the distance and came to participate in this grand celebration. Listen, Chipley, Chipley, it's getting closer. With the coming of spring, Dad Lei also gets up early. Rumble, banging heavily on the drum, seems to break the silence of the morning and drive away the silence of the night. China, the lightning flashed jokingly, and dazzling lines flashed in the darkness. Raindrops appear more glittering and translucent, like countless pearls scattered to every corner. The wind beat against tiles, leaves and window glass, carrying water droplets. Maybe it's rhythm
I was intoxicated by this wonderful music and couldn't help shaking my head and dancing.
In the rain, the sound of "Hua La" touching the cards kept ringing, and the sound echoed in my ears. Now I am not in the mood to continue working at my desk and study in the wind and rain. I can only say to my mother helplessly, "I'm going out for a walk."
Outside, how quiet, how fresh air, a breeze blowing, very comfortable. I looked up at the full moon hanging high in the sky and couldn't help sighing: there should be a quiet learning environment in the moon palace! However, I can't be Chang 'e, and I have to go home again.
Before entering the house, I heard the sound of playing cards, and the players had not left. I was very angry, so I decided to talk to my mother. Pushing open the door, I saw my mother rubbing hard. I coughed and the whole table didn't pay attention; My cough got worse. My mother looked up at me and said, "Wash up quickly and go to bed first. It's getting late. " I bit my lip and thought, if they come back tomorrow night, I won't care about my mother's face, and I will definitely order them to leave.
Lying in bed, I can't sleep. The small alarm clock next to me told me that it was 12, and they were still playing. I can't help wondering why mahjong is so attractive! In the past, my mother was so concerned about my study that she asked questions every three days. But now my mother never asks me. I made a sweater and left it there for a long time without touching it.
The hour hand has pointed to two o'clock, and the sound of mahjong is still ringing in my hazy sand ... I seem to be dozing off in class, and suddenly the teacher shouted: "Sharla Cheung!" I was so scared that I broke into a cold sweat that I couldn't sleep anymore. I am extremely unhappy, mahjong, mahjong, I hate you to death!
After about half an hour, the song finally ended. See you tomorrow night!
Although people are empty now, they are already sleepy.
Composition 4 in the rain likes rain, likes rainy days and likes 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.
Today, Jiyang Primary School organized us to go for a spring outing. We went to the sports park in the second grade. I can't tell you how happy I am! I woke up early and asked my mother if it would rain. Mother said, "the weather forecast says it won't rain, and it won't rain now." It should be possible to go for a spring outing. " I promised, skid up. Bring the snacks my mother prepared for me and come to the classroom happily. The classroom fell out, and the students chattered, just waiting for the teacher to shout to start. Unfortunately, the weather is not good and it is still raining. Oh, no, there's nothing to go. I feel very disappointed. After waiting for a while, the rain stopped. The teacher said, "Students, line up and start." Everyone is in high spirits.
The students sang songs and laughed all the way. Spring is a beautiful and warm season. The grass on the roadside sticks out its head, the trees grow buds and the willows hang down long braids. Peach blossoms show red smiling faces, birds are singing happily on the branches ... everywhere is like a beautiful picture, which makes people intoxicated.
When we arrived at the sports park, we sat down in a pavilion and ate the snacks we brought. I also shared it with my classmates! I thought: Spring outing can not only enjoy the beautiful scenery of spring, but also have fun with my classmates. This spring outing in the rain is really fun!
It's raining and it won't stop.
People are wearing colorful umbrellas, and they want to go home quickly. There seems to be layers of dense fog floating on the highway, and the rain drops into the ditch and ripples, which is the smile of nature.
The mountains in the distance can't be seen clearly, it seems to be a mess, and the trunk and wires are faintly discernible. Smoky, wandering around the mountains, falling in thousands and thousands, nourishing life. This is the footprint of nature.
In the sky, dark clouds rolled as if full of heavy rain, thunder, thunder and hail. The sun has no chance to show its face at all. Only darkness. That's the anger of nature.
Rainy days are like entering a fairyland; Rainy day, mysterious; It's dark when it rains.
Water droplets occupied the window and ran down. The window is blurred and I can't see anything. I closed the curtains, and all I could hear was the whistling of the wind and the pouring rain. ......
Composition evaluation:
This description of wind and rain is wonderful. Young authors are good at capturing a scene and an event in life or nature, and describing these fragments in more detail. As a writing exercise, this writing method has some advantages. However, fragments are fragments after all, with no clues, little narrative advancement and development, and the skills of article structure are not tempered. Small authors have a good writing foundation, so they can write more words with narrative development or story clues on this basis, and the gains from practicing writing may be even greater.
Composition 7 in the rain My parents and I went to my grandmother's house for dinner and brought a pet dog.
Shortly after the arrival, a heavy rain came with ferocity. We didn't care, just had dinner and had a good time. While we were eating, the dog sneaked out. After a while, we found it missing, and immediately rushed to call it in the rain.
Rain drops on my face. I am very worried about this. I have no idea where it is. Can it reach the highway? Even in spite of the rain on my face, I was looking around. In the rain, everything became hazy, blocking my view. I kept looking. Although the mud under my feet stained my pants, I kept walking.
I looked for it for a long time, asked one house after another, but I still couldn't find it. It's raining harder and harder, which makes me want to turn around and go back. The wind is blowing, as if to say, go home, I can't find it.
Going back or not? I'm obsessed with this problem. The rain has soaked my whole body, but it is still raining and the wind is blowing, which makes me feel cool. When I was ready to go back, I said, "Tintin." The familiar bell sounded weak, but I caught it anyway. The footsteps I just turned turned around and walked to that family with the bell.
Sure enough, it was inside, soaked to the skin, with hair hanging down at random and some rubbish stuck on it. Its hair has shrunk, as if the whole dog had lost a circle, still dripping, but playing with another dog. A child next to me seemed to be the owner of the dog, so I ran over at once. ......
Every time I look at the windowsill, I always see a few small green leaves swaying in the wind. That's a wild chrysanthemum seedling I planted by the roadside of my orchard. What I see is always the same green.
Gradually, I have forgotten it in the corner, forgetting to let it bask in the sun when penetrating; The rain wet the windowsill and forgot to move it back to the house; Forgot to water its dry soil. Everything was completely forgotten by me ... in the end, I thought it occupied a seat and threw it in a pile of weeds on the roof, just because it didn't surprise me. For an instant, I suddenly felt that this lonely wild chrysanthemum seedling seemed to be connected with my life. At first, my parents' expectations for me turned into the final disappointment, and all I got was a reprimand and a face of shame. In the end, I just became a disgusting and forgetful person. Can wild chrysanthemums want to bloom as much as I do? But I have lost my courage and strength. ...
The rain finally fell in the dark clouds. Although sparse, it makes people feel so cold. I hurried to the roof. When I panicked and went back to the house with my clothes, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a thin figure swaying in the rain, a small yellow flower. Blooming in the wind and rain, although it was hit by rain, it still stood upright. Is this really the wild chrysanthemum seedling I abandoned a few months ago? ! I stepped forward and stroked the strong wild chrysanthemum. Tears mixed with rain fell, so it never gave up blooming. It silently endured the cold eyes of others until it accumulated new strength and struggled to open it.
At that moment, my heart was touched for a long time. Wild chrysanthemums don't want to grow in the greenhouse, but bloom in the storm.
At that moment, I also understood that sometimes we need setbacks to become stronger!
Composition in the rain 9 2 1: 20 Night self-study bell rings, looking at a pile of homework and laughing silly.
After all, unlike primary and junior high schools, which are always so busy, representatives of all subjects shout "homework is collected!" " ! "However, in the noise after school, the voice is hoarse and weak. Walking out of school, it began to rain lightly. When clothes are wet, I feel nothing. The words I just recited seem a little rusty in my mind. I remember someone shouting, "You have a problem! "In English class." Then everyone's work "GOaway!" Humiliate. What a nuisance! Some sensitive learning details gradually appear in front of us, and all the events in different time and space are concentrated in one ear. I heard the noisy teacher's pointer and the disciplinary Committee's "Quiet!" I shook my head to get them out of my mind. The door of the small drink shop at the school gate is still open. Walk in unconsciously. "Boss, a cup of brown sugar macchiato."
At this moment, I wonder, is it only this brown sugar milk tea that I like to drink that can relieve my depression? "Let's go!" The proprietress cheerfully handed me the milk tea. I visit this small shop every time, just because the atmosphere here is very warm. The boss and proprietress have simple management. Simple and optimistic attitude towards life infected me. I have been able to get out of the shadow of failure many times.
Strolling in the light rain, enjoying the sweetness of milk tea. Thinking of my dreams and efforts, I can't help but speed up my steps.
Writing in the rain 10 Looking at the dazzling red fork on the paper and the last bright red 82 points, the original sunshine in my heart suddenly vanished, leaving only regret and inferiority to accompany me until I went to school. The weather outside thunders and thunders, just in line with my current state of mind. I don't want the rain to stop, and I don't want someone to hold an umbrella for me at this time. I just hope it can make me wet from head to toe and give me a kind of comfort and relief.
I suddenly feel sorry for myself, like a clown. What I pay in return is just dragging my tired body, feeling sorry for my inferiority, and going home to "enjoy" the night that doesn't belong to me. I already have the desire to run, running in the rain, crying while running, laughing and laughing at myself. Self-mockery is just running in the rain.
No matter whether the rain wets my clothes, I will continue to run. In this fleeting thought, I know that I am still so stubborn and recall my indomitable ideal. Now I understand how incompetent I am. I'm so incompetent that I torture myself without even looking at the paper. I'm so incompetent, I just cry and forget my responsibility.
Thinking of this, I opened the paper I hated. As I expected, most of the problems in it were sloppy and wrong. If I corrected it, it wouldn't be like this. At the thought of this, 100 is enough. In the rain, I stopped running, looked at the boundless sky with my head held high, and my mouth slowly bent up.
Composition 1 1 In the rain, the wind roared past like a group of frightened wild horses, which was unstoppable. It's raining cats and dogs outside. Although I'm holding an umbrella, I feel the cold ice rain slapping my face crazily, which makes me unable to open my eyes.
I ran to the Quik and bought a cup of milk tea to dry my hands. Through the glass, I saw an old man standing by a telephone pole 50 meters away. I didn't know what to do.
I thought to myself: Some people on TV will put "tinea capitis" on telephone poles to pollute the urban environment, and some people will knock on the stairs to advertise. I didn't expect this … but seeing his back bent, I don't look like a bad person.
With my own doubts, I held up my umbrella and planned to go and have a look. I saw the old man lose points, his body was stiff, and he was shivering with cold, not to mention his grandfather in his 500 s. He reached out and first buckled a little bit of "urban tinea capitis" with his nails. His hands were covered with blood, and then he tore them bit by bit. If something can't be removed, he takes out his tools, carefully shovels it with a shovel, scrapes it with a knife, and pulls it with his fingers ... Sometimes when he is tired, he rests on a telephone pole and continues to work. If he is not high enough, he will stand on tiptoe.
I thought: it turns out that I have been wrong about grandpa. Why do some able-bodied people see grandpa so hard, don't stop him, and completely ignore him? It's still a day, and grandpa will catch a cold like this, so I'm going to help him.
I went to grandpa's side and said, "Grandpa, do you need any help?" "Hey, little girl, you are the first person who wants to help me, but you are too young and weak to do it!" "Grandpa, I am a young pioneer, and young pioneers want to respect the old!" "I appreciate your kindness, son, but children can't do manual labor. You'd better help me with my umbrella! " "good!"
That day, the weather was very cold, but my heart warmed up because of the old man's actions.
Composition 12 in the rain yesterday afternoon, unconsciously, the falling raindrops turned into hail, and the hail became more enjoyable. He changed the whole morning to "Hail Solo Concert", and he still took the rock style! He invited Wuyun and Mao Mao Rain to help him in friendship. The momentum is very strong and the scene is very powerful. This is really a matter of wind and rain!
In the afternoon, it was a special Mao Mao rain, dark clouds and cold wind to help out. Finally, his performance was well received by the masses. He decided to hold a beautiful, fresh and gorgeous concert again today.
In the morning, dark clouds in the sky created conditions for rain in Mao Mao. Then, with a burst of light music, the bath appeared, and he hummed softly. A fresh and natural song flowed from his mouth, which made people feel like they were in a forest full of light rain, fresh and beautiful. The willow on campus heard this fresh little song, and it bloomed like a bud. Tender green, like goose yellow, with the breath of spring, the taste of spring dances.
The flowers and plants on campus have heard this and are growing hard, opening up a ray of vitality for spring.
The campus woke up in the spring rain, and she was covered with a layer of light smoke by the drizzle, floating in the air and slowly melting ... The campus in the fog is somewhat mysterious, and everything seems to have a picturesque feeling.
Gradually, the song ended. Looking at the vibrant campus in drizzle, I felt a faint smile on my lips. ...
Composition in the rain 13 I looked under the window during class. It was just a blue sky with white clouds floating on it. After a while, the god of the sky seemed to accidentally knock over the black ink bottle, and the white clouds turned black. God seems to have something sad. He shouted. It is raining cats and dogs. Passers-by immediately erected handfuls of colorful mushroom umbrellas, including red, yellow and green ... various colors. Very beautiful.
After school, we thought our parents would pick us up at school, but the teacher said mercilessly, "You have grown up and should be independent." So we all had to pack our schoolbags listlessly and queue up to walk out of the classroom. As soon as we arrived at the gate, everyone ran to their parents at once. I walked to my mother in three steps and two steps. As soon as she saw me, she said, "I told you to put on more clothes this morning, but you just didn't listen." You see through that, aren't you afraid of the cold? " I won't take my clothes, I'll die of cold! "Mom said as she took out a dress from her purse and put it on me.
I spoiled my mother and said, "mom, mom, I'm so hungry." Don't trust me. " Mom said discontentedly, "You didn't have lunch at noon again, did you? Don't do this again. " As he spoke, he took out a packet of biscuits from his wallet. I ate with relish.
Finally, I went home with my mother and gave her a hug, which made me feel her deep love.
Writing in the rain 14 "Wow ..." A shower fell on the smooth ground, so big, I just looked out and watched the raindrops the size of soybeans fall.
Suddenly, I saw a plant standing upright and bending. I looked at this plant quietly. It is very lush, with green leaves and looks very lively. It's raining harder, and there is a biting cold wind from time to time. This plant keeps swaying in the wind, and the wind and rain blow its branches from time to time. The thin new branches were just strong, but they were blown to pieces. As the storm became more and more violent, my heart beat faster and faster. However, this plant is dancing optimistically under the wind and rain, like an octopus with eight claws waving its tentacles. Look at these flowers again. The Chinese rose in the yard was blown down by the wind. Coupled with the attack of rain, its petals withered and "scattered" all over the floor. And the leaves are long. "Card" sounded in my ear, and I heard it go away. It turns out that a branch of that plant is broken, but it is still "crawling", as if to say: it will grow again, no big deal!
Ah! The optimistic quality of this plant touched me. It reminded us not to be flowers in the greenhouse. Even so, we should be brave, strong and optimistic about every rain!
The rain stopped and a rainbow appeared on the horizon. This plant appears in my mind from time to time and becomes a ray of color that I can never erase! ! !
15 Friendship is the most precious. Every time I think back to that day, I can't help but feel waves in my heart.
I was doing my homework that day. Suddenly, my deskmate touched my arm, and my homework was marked with a long black line. I turned and scolded her and left angrily.
I don't know when dark clouds floated in the sky, and then it began to rain.
It is raining harder and harder. Unconsciously, the bell rang. I packed my schoolbag and walked out of the classroom. But as soon as I went out, the rain fell on me like a magnet. I had to put on my hat and walk into the rain, but it got wet immediately. At this moment, I wish I had an umbrella on my head!
Suddenly, the rain stopped. I looked up and a blue umbrella decorated with flowers appeared on my head. It suddenly occurred to me that this umbrella belongs to my deskmate. I turned around and saw her. She said to me, "I'm sorry!" At this moment, my eyes are full of tears. She wiped my tears with her hand and said with a smile, "Let's go!" "I nodded at once.
When I got home, I lay in bed and thought, I was wrong about this, too. So, the next day I apologized to her and we made up.
If someone asks me, "Where is your most precious memory?" I will answer: "In the rain!"