In our ordinary daily life, we are bound to come into contact with composition. Composition is a literary style that is composed of words and expresses the meaning of a theme through language organization after human thought. I believe that many friends are very troubled by writing essays. Below is the essay for sixth grade on a rainy night that I compiled for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Rainy Night Sixth Grade Composition 1
It was a night of heavy rain.
We came back from a visit to a friend’s house and saw a battery car parked in front of my unit. The car was shiny from the rain, and a delivery man in a raincoat was anxiously pressing the button of the unit door.
"Want to come in?" I took the key from my father's hand and opened the door.
He went in and gave me a grateful look.
The elevator dinged and stopped.
We walked into the elevator together, but the small space allowed me to observe him more carefully.
The little brother was holding a big box in one hand and a large bag of food in the other. He struggled to free his hand to press the elevator button.
I felt pity and asked, "Which floor are you going to?" and I gestured to help him press the floor.
"Tenth floor, thank you!" He gasped.
I immediately pressed the "ten" button for him.
At this time, his mother's voice rang in his ears: "Young man, how much can you earn by running an order?"
He was a little embarrassed and wiped his hands soaked in the rain. Wet clothes, said: "Uh... four yuan."
Four yuan, in our eyes, is not much.
"So, is it hard to be a delivery boy?" I asked cautiously.
"Hey!" He sighed, looking a little excited: "Once, a customer bought three boxes of beer. There was no elevator at home, and I didn't go downstairs to pick it up, but I really couldn't pick it up. Go up..."
"..." There was silence in the elevator for a long time.
With a "ding", we arrived at the tenth floor, and the elevator door was like a big mouth.
"Goodbye! Thank you!" He carried the items and disappeared into the dim corridor.
We looked at his tall and thin back and didn’t speak for a long time.
Four dollars may not really seem like much to ordinary people, but to them, it is everything in life and the meaning of living. This reminds me of a video that was circulated on the Internet not long ago. A little boy accidentally lost a five-yuan subway ticket and was slapped wildly by his mother along the way. Passers-by couldn't stand it anymore, so they went up to persuade him: "You have a ticket, how can you hit your child like this?" The woman said: "As for..." The screen seemed to freeze for a moment. I even doubted for the first time whether the child was the woman’s biological child. It didn't take long for the woman to express her sadness.
It turns out that not long after the woman gave birth to her son, her husband ran away. She was raising her children by herself and taking care of her sick mother. I have no skills myself, so I can only do part-time work for others for eight yuan an hour. In a month, she can only earn a thousand yuan per month at most. A five-yuan subway ticket means that she has to work for more than half an hour to earn it. That's why she's so angry. At that moment, I cried, not knowing why I shed tears. Perhaps, sometimes, we should feel compassion and know how to cherish.
I don’t know when, our family has stepped out of the elevator.
Looking at the darkness outside the window, the rain seems to be heavier than before... Rainy Night Sixth Grade Composition 2
Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, but there is no round moon. , God seemed a little unhappy, and it actually started to rain lightly.
"Wu'er, it's time to eat!" A shout woke me up. I came to the table feeling happy. Because, I think it is a happy thing to be able to sit at the same table and have a meal with your family.
Although today's Mid-Autumn Festival is very ordinary and not as lively as last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, I still feel that the Mid-Autumn Festival is very happy!
After eating, I went to the balcony again and looked up at the sky. I heard bursts of fireworks and firecrackers in the distance, which was the laughter of countless families. I saw countless fireworks blooming in the sky, colorful, and they were the bright smiles of countless innocent children.
Although the moon did not appear as scheduled today, it did not affect people's mood during the Mid-Autumn Festival at all.
I looked at the beautiful "starry sky" and thought about this warm moment... Rainy Night Sixth Grade Composition 3
I remember it was a night and it was pouring rain. After being soaked by the rain, I kicked open the door, threw my schoolbag on the ground, and yelled at my mother: "It's raining so hard, why didn't you pick me up? Didn't you see?"
"Just take a shower. I was too busy, so I didn't come to pick you up. I'm sorry!" Mom replied softly.
"Bang."
A loud noise. The bathroom door was slammed shut by me, and I was like an angry beast. The cold water on my head obviously couldn't extinguish the anger in my heart. My heart is still muttering: "Why doesn't my mother come to pick me up? It's raining so hard, no matter how busy she is, she should come to pick me up. How can I bear to see my child get soaked in such a heavy rain?"
After taking a shower, my anger level seemed to have dropped a bit.
"Where is my school uniform? Help me find it." I called to my mother.
At this time, my mother started nagging mode again: "Go find it yourself first, don't ask adults for everything..." My anger level instantly exploded.
I lay down on the bed angrily. I thought to myself: "What kind of parents are these? They are so indifferent to their children. How come they are born in such a family? Oh! I am so pitiful..."
When I was sleepy, I was slightly disturbed. I woke up from the noise and took a sneak peek. It turned out to be my mother. She seemed to be looking for something. She should be helping me find school uniforms. I stared at my mother silently. At this moment, my heart twisted together. This kind of pain was something I had never felt before... Yuye Sixth Grade Composition 4
There is nothing to be afraid of ahead. After all, you have to walk your own path. Pass.
——Inscription
Introduction
The sky is getting dark, the rain is still falling, and there is a damp smell everywhere. Such bad weather , seems to indicate something.
Phone
"Beep, beep!" The mobile phone on the dining table suddenly rang, and the mother who was busy in the kitchen heard the sound and rushed over, "What, you were hit by a car, now At the People's Hospital?! Okay, I'll be here right away!" After my mother answered the phone, she didn't bother to answer my and grandpa's questions, so she took her bag and ran out in a hurry.
Traffic jam
"Hey, okay, I understand." Grandma made several phone calls and learned that my father was hit by a car on the way to get off work and flew out, and finally fell heavily. It hit the windshield of the car and shattered the thick glass. He has now been sent to the People's Hospital for emergency treatment. I was stunned for a moment and stayed there, not knowing what to do. Grandpa and grandma pulled me and ran all the way without saying a word. It was late winter, it was cold and windy outside, and it was raining. We stopped a car at random and told the driver to drive faster. But God’s will was not what we wanted. When we got to Banqiao Middle School, we happened to encounter a big traffic jam. I was so anxious that I was covered in sweat. I clenched my hands tightly, leaving long nail marks on my hands. I was so anxious!
Unfortunately
When we finally got to the hospital, my aunt and the others had already arrived, "Second ward, hurry!" In that short journey, I seemed to have passed several The century is so long.
When I arrived, I saw that the ward was crowded with people. My father was lying on the bed, his face was pale, and the bright red blood stained the white sheets, which looked very dazzling. When my father saw me coming, he pushed himself up with difficulty to sit up and yelled at me. Roar: "Who asked you to come, I'm not in the way, go back quickly, don't delay your studies!" After saying that, his body trembled, and the doctor quickly said: "You can't move, the more you move, the more painful it will be." I looked at the bedside with red and swollen eyes. My mother finally couldn't bear it anymore, and tears poured out like a bursting river. I ran out crying. My father, who was usually strict, was still thinking about me now that he was injured like this. I ran desperately until I got outside. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and my eyes are blurry. I can't tell whether it is rain or tears...
Freshman
I don't know what time it is, and I am tired of crying. , also stopped. My mother found me and hugged me tightly. She, who has always been strong, couldn't help it and burst into tears. "Xiaomeng, it doesn't matter. I am still at home. If the sky falls, my mother will support me and everything will be fine." "I wiped away my tears and looked ahead. Yes, there is nothing to be afraid of. You have to walk your own path after all. The tears have dried. Regroup and learn to be strong. Tomorrow will still be so bright and beautiful.
Postscript
My father is still lying in the hospital, and that rainy night is something I will never forget. On that rainy night, I realized that I had grown up all of a sudden. Sixth Grade Composition 5 on a Rainy Night
The window trembled dully, groaning and rattling in a low voice. The door was closed, there was chaos outside, and the lights inside were palely on. There was a panic-stricken silence, letting the pebbled raindrops beat on the glass windows, letting the darkness rage outside. I lay in bed, my heart beating wildly in my chest. It was actually still early, it was only 8 o'clock, but... "Dang" Baofeng swung his long whip manically, the windows shook violently, and let out a horrifying cry. I pulled the quilt over my head, trying my best to calm my frightened heart, while muttering to myself.
"Ah, this is just the sound of rain... Well, really... what the hell or something, it's just nothing! Yes, it's true." I felt like a little deer bumping around in my heart. In an instant, his eyes went pale, followed by roaring thunder. I almost jumped up, grabbed the quilt and covered my head. My eyes widened and I gasped, my stomach heaving with my heartbeat. The thick dark-colored tree crown swaggers, waving its thick branches, which is exactly the opposite of the quiet and clear green glowing under the sun. It is eerie, as if it hides boundless darkness, and seems to reflect the shadow of a human figure. Sharp fingers scratched at the window, and a shrill cry came out. I was shaking slightly. My heart had already fled to no one knew where it had gone. Only fear was left in my heart as I breathed. I had some doubts that my "confidence was nothing." . "I hope I'm still alive tomorrow morning..." My nose was flaring, my face was covered with sweat, and my body shrank into a ball.
The sound of "Clang" was extraordinary, a magnetic earthquake, followed by a wild and piercing scream. I started doing it suddenly and looked around. It felt like a hundred thousand drums were beating in my heart, and it felt like I had swallowed ten frozen raw eggs. I was scared and shocked. I got out of bed quietly and carefully checked every part of the house, under the bed, under the table and in every corner. This gave me some peace of mind. I leaned my head out of the window, and several street lights were shining with warm light. I closed the window, looked around at the cold surroundings, and quickly returned to bed. Glancing at the window from the bed again, the storm is still howling and thundering, and the dilapidated and mottled house casts a sinister shadow. Who is knocking on the window? p> I fell into a deep sleep in the rainy night, slept, slept, but there was a tiger snoring in my dream... Rainy Night Sixth Grade Composition 6
Starting from last night, the rain curtain covered the stars, and I swayed to my heart's content, Sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, sometimes dense and sometimes sparse.
At this time, the rain has no intention of stopping. Why is it so lingering and entangled?
In this windy and rainy night, the fallen leaves in the suburbs must be all over the ground, and every piece of them is wet. The remaining leaves on the tree were also shaking in the cold wind on this rainy night.
In autumn, they know that they are coming to the end of their lives, praying to be transformed into the soil, and their souls to fly in the next spring.
Are the reeds by the river hugging each other tightly? The slender reed poles sway in the wind. The fluffy reed flowers should be stuck together at this time. The rainwater slides down quickly along the wide and long reed leaves. It flows into a small river; what happened to the wild ducks in the river? Are the clever black elves hiding in the reeds and listening to the wind and rain? Can they sleep peacefully under the rain? Do you also long for catching the sun freely in the river?
This long-lasting autumn rain will definitely destroy the two lotus flowers. The white petals have to leave and fall into the river; there should be water droplets remaining in the middle of the green lotus leaves. The leaves fight against the autumn rain side by side. They still stand upright in the water after the wind and rain sway, nurturing lotus pods and giving birth to lotus roots.
Are the immature crops absorbing water, gathering strength, and waiting for harvesting and storage?
If it’s daytime, when I’m not at work, and the rain is lighter, I’ll hold an umbrella and walk alone in the rain, watching the rain and mist, watching the yellowed willow leaves dancing in the rain, and watching Raindrops jump on the grass tips, and you can smell the fresh air in the rain mixed with the smell of grass. Surrounded by rain curtains, the world at this time belongs to me alone, letting my thoughts fall with the rain and fly with the wind.
On this rainy and stormy night, no one will stop in the Cultural Square, watching the swords and swords on the screen. Only the Mulan remains, surrounded by the decaying flowers and grass. No one will be walking hand in hand on the street, but they will be watching TV, playing games, reading books or doing nothing in their warm homes, just quietly savoring the rain in the autumn night.
And I shut the door out of the rain, brought in the sound of rain, and typed on the keyboard together... Sixth Grade Composition 7 on a Rainy Night
The weather is really strange, it has been cloudy for several days , but there is no sunshine. My mood also became gloomy.
Staying under the clouds where no sunlight can penetrate, breathing the humid air, my lungs seem to be filled with water, and my clothes are forced to become thinner due to the sweltering heat. Living in such an environment is really a torture. I was looking forward to a good rain. I accidentally discovered that there were many small water droplets on the tiles on the classroom wall, and I knew that there would be a heavy rain soon.
The results were as expected. In the evening, it used to be bright at this time, but now it was covered with dark clouds. I hurriedly walked home, put down my schoolbag, and sat on the balcony to watch the "good show".
The wind was whining loudly, and the sound seemed to be a bit crying. It must be that the wind child had done something wrong again and angered Mother Sky. Just as I was thinking about it, a dark cloud came from nowhere. It was pure black, real black. It was not eye-catching but conspicuous in the gray sky. As if they had received its call, other scattered dark clouds quickly gathered, galloped, covered, and rolled, collecting hot and humid air and cold and dry air, and gathering large groups of positive and negative charges, all of which could defeat the "enemy". "Eliminating the irresistible force.
So this "war" began. The raindrops hit the ground with a "tapping" sound. Oh, this is the collision and consumption of hot and cold air. They test each other, as the saying goes, "Know yourself and the enemy, and you will never be in danger of a hundred battles." Suddenly, they pounced on each other, and the rain started to fall.
There was a "rumbling" sound in the distance, and it seemed that the positive and negative charges were also starting to fight. It had already entered night, and the air was already very cool after the rain, but at this moment I seemed to feel the huge heat released by the lightning. Suddenly, a white light with a bit of strange blue color cut through the sky, tearing through the dark night sky. The world was instantly illuminated by the white light, which turned pale, and then faded away in an instant, followed by a "bang" of thunder, which made people crazy. Surprisingly, this is the so-called "Jingzhe". This series of thrilling events is completed within a few seconds, which illustrates the intensity of the "battle". After doing this several times, the energy of thunder and lightning was almost exhausted, and both parties left in frustration. Sixth Grade Composition 8 on a Rainy Night
With a thunder, the power suddenly went out. In the silence, only the everlasting drizzle is left, scattered on the flat red-leaf heather and roaming in the gaps between the tips of the iron leaves.
The rain quietly renders the color of the earth.
Two candles were lit in the room, adding a bit of warmth to this restless rainy night. I walked to the window and admired the scenery without the bright moon, but still had a different feeling. The moment I turned my head, a rainbow was reflected in my eyes. It was sandwiched in the middle of the dark room. The dark room was illuminated by the red and yellow "lights". It seemed like dawn. It was tired of seeing it. The principle of reincarnation of day and night adds that "little sun" to this peaceful night.
At this moment, Yu also sang a sonata. The soft rain is like a curtain, with many of its footprints on the dark green plants. The undulating potholes on the ground are its playground, reflecting all the green colors...
The candle is less than half burned. The rain is still swaying my ink painting of rivers and mountains. A cat wandered in the dark alley, its eyes emitting a cold light. In the quiet alley, this cat wandered alone, soaked in the biting rain. The two faint eyes were dyed clear by the rain. It stopped in front of my window and looked at me. I didn't want to see its sad eyes, I just felt pity for its wet body.
When the rain stopped, the candles went out, the air became fresh, and the trees were still swaying. I fell asleep in a humid environment, as if I dreamed of the cat under the bright street light. Sleep silently.
Tick tock...tick tock...
After all, it was an extraordinary rainy night. Sixth Grade Composition 9 on a Rainy Night
For several days the bright sun was like fire, and the cicada trees on the roadside kept making noises, which made people feel irritable. They frowned and hurried back to the air-conditioned room.
At night, a strong wind blew. Sitting in the calligraphy classroom, we all raised our heads and looked at the sunshade net that was blown by the strong wind. I saw the black sunshade net closing and tearing apart under the roar of the wind; closing and tearing apart, revealing a pale face in the sky. The whistling wind continued to spread into the classroom, and the classmate opposite said to me mysteriously: "The monsters are coming out!" Isn't that right? The roar of the wind is like the roar of a ghost, and red electronic signs appear in the gradually blue sky. The constantly flowing red characters are like the rotating eyeballs of the monster "Gululu", examining our group of poor "prey" . At this time, the dust attached to the water droplets in the sky had long been blown away by the strong wind. The sky was no longer white, but blue, a blue mixed with thick green. At this time, the sky became gloomy and dark, swallowing up the entire sky - maybe it was the effect of dark clouds. The sky gradually darkened, and suddenly, a bright light illuminated the entire sky, accompanied by a "rumbling" sound, thunder and lightning. Rays of light kept breaking through the sky, and "rumblings" kept reaching my ears. Is this a precursor to rain?
"Boom!..." A deep roar resounded through the sky, and the echoes echoed back and forth between the walls. The sound of "Boom - Boom -" kept ringing in the classroom. Is the rain coming?
The wind suddenly stopped roaring; the lightning suddenly stopped lighting up the sky; the thunder suddenly stopped playing the drum hammer in his hand, and everything seemed to quiet down. Suddenly, the "rustling" sound of light rain came in the tranquility. Slowly, the sound of rain became louder and louder. From the "rustling" at the beginning, it turned into "bang bang bang! Crash!" The raindrops were intertwined closely. The ventilation opens a curtain between heaven and earth, and it looks like a cross-section of heaven and earth, standing between heaven and earth. The rain was hitting the eaves, roof, ground and umbrellas crazily. We were on the fifth floor, but we could still hear clearly: "Boom!, snap! Pop!" Various sounds came, We no longer had the intention to listen to the class, and we all laughed and laughed happily. Even the teacher couldn't help but laugh, and the whole classroom was filled with joy.
The rain gradually stopped; the wind no longer howled, and everything was quiet. The classroom became quiet again, and the friction between the pen tip and the paper began...
Outside the window, a bright moon hung in the sky, the night was deep... Rainy Night Sixth Grade Composition 10
Night , deep, like a clear spring, pure and quiet. Listening to the patter of rain outside the window, my mood was like an open window, suddenly enlightened.
He stood up and walked to the window, looking at the thin lines of rain outside the window, a silly smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth. I don't know if I suddenly remembered something, or if I just looked at the rain outside the window with a silly smile for no reason.
Inadvertently, I stretched my hand out of the window, and the rain hit my palm, leaving "rain flowers" blooming in my palm. Looking up at the moon in the sky, it looks even brighter and brighter in the drizzle. The sound of rain is crisp and sweet, and the rain splashing on the ground arouses my infinite reverie. The entire air seems to have been purified by the rain. Looking into the distance, the gas formed by the rain embraces everything, and there is greenery everywhere.
I like to walk in the rainy night, because I think that only in that way can I put aside my troubles and sorrows, and will not be entangled in the trivial matters between friends, and will not be tripped by the bumps in study. , I won’t worry about the results after the exam, and won’t be upset by my parents’ nagging. At that moment, I can enjoy the happiness that the rain brings to me.
I like to listen to the sound of rain, because I think it is a kind of beautiful enjoyment and a kind of spiritual relaxation. The crisp sound of rain seems to bring my thoughts to another colorful world. ! Let me fly freely among the blue sky and white clouds and sing to my heart's content.
I like to look at the rain outside the window, because it is beautiful, gentle and graceful. With them, there is another picture between heaven and earth drawn by nature with sincerity and dedicated to mankind. She is free from any pollution, is natural, and is completely a masterpiece of nature. The rain outside the window is still falling, and I am still listening to the sound of rain and watching its movements. Until they disappeared from my sight...