The rhythm of the rain
I left quietly, just as I came gently. I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
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I am the happy and silent rain in the sky.
March, a day in early spring.
From rivers, lakes and seas to the sky, to clouds like newly turned quilts. I move with the wind, overlooking the bustling city, beautiful village, turbulent sea and quiet river. I don't know when and where to fall with the wind.
A muffled thunder sounded at the edge of the village, and a purple lightning flashed over the city. People subconsciously put down their work and casually said, "It's going to rain." For people, it's just a rain, nothing. But for me, this is an extremely glorious but extremely arduous mission, a mission that needs me to complete with my life. Lightning is like a flag and thunder is like a horn. I'm leaving, but I don't feel anything strange in my heart. I just feel light and swept up by the wind. "I walk gently, just as I come gently. I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud. " I meditated in my heart, looked up at the clouds overhead and looked down at the ground under my feet. Suddenly, my heart was filled with happiness and brought a little peace.
I am the happy and silent rain in the sky.
I came into this world with light steps. I fell into the streets, alleys, fields and soft spring mud. Tick-tock, running, and drumming are all the melodies that I beat the world with my life. One by one, they are all exquisite and masterpieces of nature. I am the most spiritual movement in nature, playing the hymn of life with my voice, my body, my heart and even my life. Maybe you haven't heard the melody of rain, or maybe you haven't listened carefully. Then, please close your eyes and listen to the melody of the rain-
Listen: it's a melodious violin; Ding Ding, it is a bright piano; Wow, it's a loud trumpet; Tick-tock, it's a crisp harp. Lightning turned into cymbals and thunder into drums. Did you hear this? This is the most beautiful symphony in nature and the "symphony of destiny" in nature. These are the melodies of rain, and they are also my melodies. If you are in a good mood, you can imagine it as cheerful light music; If you are in a bad mood, you can also imagine it as a sad voice. In a word, you can imagine it as any kind of music in the world, depending on your mood. Listening to my voice is listening to the voice of nature and listening to your own voice.
But, have you thought about it? The melody of rain is bought with my life; Without me, there would be no melody of rain.
"I walk gently, just as I come gently. I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud. " I said to myself at the moment I landed, and suddenly I understood a lot. What does it matter if you sacrifice yourself in order to let you listen to yourself, life and nature? I fell to the ground and disappeared in the street, alley, field and soft spring mud. I gradually gathered into a thin stream, which merged into streams and rivers. Maybe one day, you will be lucky to meet me again. Let me give you another rain melody?
In the sky, on the earth, I am a happy and silent rain.
2. The ninth grade Chinese continues to write compositions. Everything pays off, whether it's life or study, as long as you work hard, you will get paid off.
However, it is true that people often say that "many good things grind". Because through one thing, I firmly believe this sentence.
In the third grade, I was still a beginner in composition, but I knew nothing about composition. As soon as I listen to the teacher explaining the composition, I will stare and my mouth will "O" and I can't understand what the teacher is saying at all.
The composition at that time gave me a deep and monotonous feeling. Every time I have a composition class, I will take a nap, resulting in a kind of boredom and fear.
As a result, my composition is illogical, the paragraphs are unclear, and the whole article is unclear. It's just a running account. At that time, I always complained: "Alas, the composition is really difficult to write!" " "Sometimes I can't think of any ideas by biting off the pen, and sometimes I tear up the draft over and over again, which is still not satisfactory.
In this way, after a while, the composition teacher called me to the office to talk. She taught me earnestly and encouraged me kindly.
I understand that if you want to write a good composition, you have to work hard and sweat. The higher the difficulty, the more challenging it will be! Don't be timid and don't sell yourself short, be full of confidence and courage! From then on, I listened carefully in class, took notes in class and asked the teacher different questions. After finishing your homework, read more extracurricular books and take more reading notes. Over time, I will be covered with ink.
More importantly, I pay great attention to and observe things. When an ant walks by, I will follow it. Found a fallen leaf, I also want to pick it up and observe it; When it rains, I will also hold up my umbrella and go outside to observe the scene in the rain ... Not only that, I also insist on keeping a diary every day to record what happened that day. No matter how much homework you have, if you don't keep a diary, you will feel uncomfortable.
I often ask my teacher for writing methods and trouble my teacher to point out my articles. In this way, invisibly, I fell in love with writing, which became my spiritual food and my mentor.
Slowly, my writing level is constantly improving, sentences are fluent and paragraphs are clear, which is not counting. The most important thing is that I have learned many writing methods and accumulated a lot of knowledge. Write a composition easily and slowly.
Not only that, I am often praised by teachers and feel the joy of success. "Good things grind more" is a truth, so it has become the mantra of teachers and parents, and it has also become my cherished motto, which will always inspire me to move forward! Comments: By using comparative techniques and combining my own experience, it is powerfully explained that today's composition kung fu comes from the usual dribs and drabs of savings.
3. Unit 1 composition of the first volume of the ninth grade When I was in primary school, I often heard middle school students say that middle school life is boring, 365 days a year, and I deal with learning every day. Primary school students always say: Middle school life must be mysterious. No, everyone is wrong. It is neither monotonous, boring nor mysterious. Middle school life is happy, tense and happy.
In primary school, we went to the teacher when we met something, but now we have grown up and some things can be solved by ourselves. I remember when I first started school, I had a red face with my deskmate for a math problem, and no one refused. The middle of the table
Chu Jianghan boundary appeared immediately. Calm down and think about it carefully, and feel that this is just two solutions to a problem. The Chu-He-Han boundary disappeared without peace talks. I still remember that before the exam, everyone stayed up all night, and everyone was thinking: Oh, for the final sprint of the "marathon" and for the unknown results, bite your teeth again. Examinations are like wars, with winners and losers. When the winner got the report card, he almost ignored the time and place, forgot the usual fatigue and everything around him, and cheered; When the loser gets the report card, he must be miserable, depressed and ashamed. Why do you get different results from the same efforts? Keep trying or retreat? At this time, a firm voice sounded in his ear: the mast damage is not terrible, but it is terrible to stop. In this quiet little harbor of school, let's help each other and move forward hand in hand.
The * * * in class attracted a smiling biology teacher. The teacher still wears an unusual smile when she talks about class, which shows that she is very excited. After class, science unveiled its mystery at this time. From accidental phenomenon to inevitable result; From the general conclusion to the sublimation of theory, it is based on the basic knowledge that is carefully observed and consolidated at ordinary times.
In the grade football match, our class lost and came last. The students complained to each other without a word of self-criticism. Those who loudly condemn, bow their heads and wipe their tears, and strike the table are full of anger and don't know how to vent. The captain held back his inner pain and choked, "We didn't lose, so we tried our best to look at the roof and not let others see his red eyes."
I think middle school life is made up of small things. If every little thing is a drop of water, then a million little things in Qian Qian are a stream, which will sing forever and usher in a happy, nervous and happy tomorrow. This kind of life is really interesting, I like it.
[opinion]
This is a lyrical essay with sincere feelings and touching feelings. It is true that middle school life is beautiful, but not everyone can appreciate it. Only a passionate life can appreciate the fun.
4. Write a poem according to Yu Shuo, the first volume of the ninth grade Chinese textbook: the twelfth lunar month has been waiting for a long time on the earth ...)
The long-awaited earth and sky
Long-awaited plum blossoms and branches
When the earth loses the joy of harvest.
When geese fly south in the sky.
When plum blossoms are cold and fragrant alone.
When the last yellow leaf falls from the branch.
Snow said, I'm coming, I've come to visit the land of the twelfth month.
I'm coming, my steps are light.
My figure stays in every corner of the world.
I froze the dreary air.
I'm here, with snowflakes.
Snow said, I'm coming, my place is very cold.
It's all white there
I used to fly and play in the wind.
However, I am lonely.
I came here to find my lost happiness.
5. The composition of the first unit of the ninth grade Chinese version has been solved urgently. Collect and reprint the sixth grade composition in QQ space [label: Unit 1, Volume 1, Composition]. Look at the picture! ! Look at the pictures. Anonymous answer: 1 popularity: 223 solution time: 2008-09- 12- 13: 30 Teacher's Day, send something to my dear teacher to show my respect for the teacher.
Among them, Wang Fang, Li Xiaoming and Wang Gang have different opinions, so it is difficult to decide what gift to give. Wang Gang said, "Let's send you a beautiful Teacher's Day card!" Li Xiaoming said: "I think the three of us should buy a box of snacks together to show our respect for the teacher."
Wang Fang disagreed with them. She said: "We should show our respect and love for our teachers. We don't have to spend money. Gifts for teachers must be able to express their heartfelt love for teachers. Teachers prepare lessons, give lectures and correct homework for us every day, which is very hard. I think the best gift should be that we send a bunch of flowers to the teacher! " Li Xiaoming and Wang Gang disagreed with Wang Fang and walked away, so Wang Fang decided to send a bunch of flowers to the teacher.
When Teacher's Day came, Wang Fang got up at 5 o'clock. She got dressed and skipped to the hillside not far from home. At that time, the sun had not yet fully risen and the sky was blue. Wang Fang looked and looked, but didn't see any flowers. She ran to another hillside, but still didn't see any flowers. In this way, Wang Fang searched several hillsides again. She was so tired that she was sweating all over, and her shoes and trouser legs were wet with dew. Finally, she picked a bunch of beautiful flowers. At this time, she has a bright smile on her face and the sun has completely risen. Wang Fang hurried home and arrived after breakfast. Through the window, at the desk of her head teacher, Miss Li, Wang Fang was so happy that she began to say to herself, "I can't let my teacher find out that I sent her flowers. I want to give her a surprise. "
As he spoke, he put the bunch of flowers in the teacher's pen container and stared at Mr. Wang sideways from time to time for fear that the teacher would find out. At this time, Wang Fang saw a Chinese book under the teacher's reading glasses. Wang Fang knew that this must be Miss Li correcting homework and preparing lessons late into the night. She took off her glasses and forgot to take them home.
When Wang Fang came home, she thought of Miss Li's concern and love for her and everyone in the class. On this Teacher's Day, she repaid her care and love with a bunch of grateful flowers, and suddenly felt particularly happy in her heart. I found one for you. Please refer to.
6. How to write the composition in Unit 1 of Grade 9? When I was in primary school, I often heard middle school students say that middle school life is boring, 365 days a year, dealing with learning every day.
Primary school students always say: Middle school life must be mysterious. No, everyone is wrong. It is neither monotonous, boring nor mysterious. Middle school life is happy, tense and happy.
In primary school, we went to the teacher when we met something, but now we have grown up and some things can be solved by ourselves. I remember when I first started school, I had a red face with my deskmate for a math problem, and no one refused.
In the middle of the conference table, Chu Jianghan boundary immediately appeared. Calm down and think about it carefully, and feel that this is just two solutions to a problem.
The Chu-He-Han boundary disappeared without peace talks. I still remember that before the exam, everyone stayed up all night, and everyone was thinking: Oh, for the final sprint of the "marathon" and for the unknown results, bite your teeth again.
Examinations are like wars, with winners and losers. When the winner got the report card, he almost ignored the time and place, forgot the usual fatigue and everything around him, and cheered; When the loser gets the report card, he must be miserable, depressed and ashamed.
Why do you get different results from the same efforts? Keep trying or retreat? At this time, a firm voice sounded in his ear: the mast damage is not terrible, but it is terrible to stop. In this quiet little harbor of school, let's help each other and move forward hand in hand.
The * * * in class attracted a smiling biology teacher. The teacher still wears an unusual smile when she talks about class, which shows that she is very excited.
After class, science unveiled its mystery at this time. From accidental phenomenon to inevitable result; From the general conclusion to the sublimation of theory, it is based on the basic knowledge that is carefully observed and consolidated at ordinary times.
In the grade football match, our class lost and came last. The students complained to each other without a word of self-criticism.
Those who loudly condemn, bow their heads and wipe their tears, and strike the table are full of anger and don't know how to vent. The captain held back his inner pain and choked, "We didn't lose, so we tried our best to look at the roof and not let others see his red eyes."
I think middle school life is made up of small things. If every little thing is a drop of water, then a million little things in Qian Qian are a stream, which will sing forever and usher in a happy, nervous and happy tomorrow.
This kind of life is really interesting, I like it. [Opinion] This is a lyrical essay with sincere feelings and touching feelings.
It is true that middle school life is beautiful, but not everyone can appreciate it. Only a passionate life can appreciate the fun.
7. The first volume of the ninth grade Unit 1 Lyric Prose People are walking in the scenery, constantly looking for their faces.
The stars are shining, the first quarter moon is embedded in the starry sky, and there are waves of fragrance in the jujube forest-not the fragrance of jujube trees, but the fragrance of flowers. Now the night is deep, there is no light in the room, and the spring breeze blows in gently from the window, bringing flowers to the whole room.
The night is quieter, so quiet that you can hear the sound of dew dripping on the petals. Just as the meteor rises, a crescent moon like a moth's eyebrow hangs on the distant treetops.
There are flowers in the wind, and the scenery is mysterious and beautiful. Rainstorm is like a prodigal son who broke into a rich family in the middle of the night. It came suddenly and went quickly.
But after he came, everything was moistened and changed by him. There is a fragrance of early spring leaves in the Woods, and the chill in the wind is heavier, but the world is peaceful and quiet.
No one, no sound, the noise and troubles in the world of mortals seem to have been completely isolated from the door. It's just that some of the most dangerous and terrible things in the world are often hidden in this calm.
The blue sky, the returning clouds, the sun has just risen, and the crystal clear dew is sprinkled on the red flowers and green leaves. The wind is also fresh, fresh and fragrant, just like the breath of a passionate girl.
No fog, faint white clouds, it looks like a dream. A gust of wind blew, and the faint crows in the pine forest woke up, and the sunset in the west was even lighter.
Then dusk enveloped the earth. The moon is full.
The smell of cinnamon is floating in the autumn wind. The fragrance of cassia seed is full of chill.
The wind blows in through the window, and the moonlight shines in through the window. The wind is as cold as the moon. Throughout the ages, I wonder how many people have used many nouns to describe "Liu".
Some people say that willow is like silk, others say that willow is like snow. Whether it is like silk or snow, in the eyes of ordinary people, willow is always soft. Spring night, spring rain, Bashan.
Rainy nights in spring are always sad, especially in the mountains, isolated mountains, sloping stone roads, and moss marks splashed with ink ... How many sad memories of famous predecessors have been buried under moss marks, and how many spring flowers have turned into spring mud before they are released. The sunset suddenly appeared from a large chaotic cloud. The sunset is already red, very red.
When the sunset is the reddest, it will sink. Is anybody there? Are people like this? Snow, when it meets warm sunshine, will of course melt. However, the Millennium ice will not melt, not only will it not melt, but it will make the sun cool and become eclipsed.
It's early summer, the sun is shining, the sea is blue, seagulls glide lightly between masts, and life is colorful and full of youthful joy. The deep hall is heavy
The thick bamboo curtain is deep, which isolates everything in the world of mortals from the curtain, but hides all the autumn charm of the deep mountains in the hall. The bamboo curtain asked if there were swallows hovering on the beam. The former Wang Xietang, the former swallow, has flown into this yard today. Zhong Ding on the desk, is it a relic of Jingu? The faint morning light, the shadows of flowers everywhere and the chirping of birds outside the curtains make the hall quieter. The three kings are waiting for the shutter to welcome guests.
The picturesque mountain forest is still lit with a little light, reflecting pavilions and bamboo waterfalls. Waterfalls fall from the sky, flying beads splash jade, as bright as silver.
Strangely, such a large waterfall hangs upside down from mid-air and pours into the lake. The sound of water is not deafening, but it sounds more refreshing. Obviously, water power has been skillfully vented a lot. There seems to be a faint sound of silk and bamboo in the wind, which makes this picturesque valley more peaceful and quiet.
It's late at night, and everything is quiet. The silence in the mountains is always bleak, which is by no means something that people in the world of mortals can think of.
Although the wind is blowing, making the leaves swish, it only adds a little sadness to this silence. The spring sun, like a little girl's face, finally emerged shyly from the clouds and shone warmly on this bustling long street.
Big sister, little brother, little wife and old lady all took off their cotton-padded jackets, put on red and green spring clothes and walked in the street in the sun to show others their new clothes. Badminton made of three chicken feathers and two copper coins is jumping around in the street. Various colorful kites are flying in the blue sky, and even the old man's mouth secretly contains a sweet-scented osmanthus candy.
The long and cold winter has finally passed, and everyone is ready to enjoy the joy of spring. A bunch of azaleas have blossomed under the hillside, and the distant green hills have been washed as green as jade by the spring rain. A pair of butterflies flew in and out of the flowers, and the garden was as quiet as if it were outside the world of mortals.
Spring is ahead, the rising sun has just risen from the verdant distant mountains, and the breeze carries the fragrance of new leaves in the distant mountains. Dewdrops shine in the sun, like the eyes of a first lover. It thundered, and spring thunder rang again.
The downpour, like a long-simmering anger, finally fell. Lightning tore the dark sky, and raindrops shone like pearls, and then turned into a silver screen, covering the dark land.
It should be sunrise now, but when there is no lightning, it is darker between heaven and earth. There may be few people in this world who associate the desert with the ocean.
The ocean is vivid, magnificent and beautiful, full of vitality, which makes people open-minded and passionate. There are many people who love the ocean as much as life.
What about the desert? No one will like the desert, and people who have been to the desert will not want to go again. However, if one can really understand the ocean and desert equally, he will find that these two seemingly completely different places actually have many similarities.
They are all equally ruthless, and they can also make human beings feel the smallness and humbleness of life, and they are also full of totally unbearable changes. In this change, human life will immediately become as fragile as an eggshell under a hammer.
To some extent, the ocean is even more violent and cruel than the desert, and it also carries some merciless ridicule for human beings. Although the sea is green and lovely, there are probably more people dying of thirst at sea than in the desert.
Look at this river. It's rising all day. Even if someone throws two thousand gold, it will only splash. When the spray disappears, the river will not change, as if nothing had happened. Whether you invest 22 thousand gold or 100 kilograms.