In our daily study, work or life, everyone must be familiar with composition. Composition is when people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in their memory in written form. The narrative method that comes out. So how is a general composition written? Below is an excellent composition on a rainy night that I compiled for you. I hope it will be helpful to you. Excellent Composition on a Rainy Night 1
The rain outside the window kept falling, and my heart was tossing and turning without stopping for a moment. Lonely, lonely? Thinking of this, I shuddered unexpectedly, which made me want to laugh, but what flowed down my eyes were clearly a string of crystal tears - a little sweet, a little salty. It seems to be mixed with a bit of ghost.
Hey! As time slipped quietly through my fingers, I began to slowly calm down and count my time pulleys. In an instant, another lonely May Day arrived, with no expectations. My friend said that he would meet up with his former classmates to make friends, so they made an appointment to hang out. When I got home, I dug out the only yellowed phone book, and my hands trembled for a while - it had been so long that I had forgotten about it. Looking at the dense and thick spider webs on the book, Feng Chen's memory suddenly opened up, and tears came again. Inadvertently, the wind blowing in from the window blew away my memory - the joys and sorrows that only belonged to me. Shaking his head, he felt half-hearted looking at the rolling rain curtain outside the window. But he still made the call with excitement, "Dudu——" The voice he was about to say hello was interrupted by a busy signal. Suddenly, a wave of fear surged into his heart. Before he had any time to think, he immediately dialed another number. This time it was accepted, but the answer from my former friend made me burst into tears again. "I'm sorry, I have to make up a lesson -" I hung up before she could finish. Guilt and fear ran through my mind without warning. Maybe everything had changed, everyone had matured and lost a lot of childishness. Staring at the phone blankly, as if seeing through it in an instant.
Finally, unable to resist the torment in my heart, tears rolled down like autumn water. Something slips in your heart, and the bitterness tingles your insides. The autumn wind understands me, I think. Its boldness opened up the deepest grudges in my heart, and what was scraped away was not only the yellowed book, but also the endless sorrow. I was wondering in my heart, when did I become so melancholy, so pitiful and pretentious. In my dream, I hated the lingering feelings of the literati in ancient poems for thousands of times. Suddenly, he also fell into the taunting of himself. Thinking of this, the corner of his mouth twitched. Another gust of wind pulled me into reality.
How to explain to classmates? Thinking about the closeness between classmates and old friends, the jealousy in my heart opened up. "Avoid it!" Xin answered my question, "Okay?" "Of course, are you going to be laughed at?"
"Ding Ling——" The rapid call interrupted the conflict in my heart , it turned out to be a classmate who asked how it was going and told him to go. Depressing!
Thinking, thinking. I fell asleep with sour tears in my eyes——
The first ray of light from the morning sun came in, and it was dazzling like never before, and it was as bright as a lifetime ago. Open the curtains, it's another day full of hope, relax! Then I laughed - the rainbow is as beautiful as after the rain! Excellent Composition on a Rainy Night 2
The window trembled dully, groaned and rattled 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, only 8 o'clock, but... "Dang" Baofeng shook his whip manically, the window 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 pure fiction! 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 sharp figures. My fingers scratched at the window, and a shrill scream came out. I was trembling slightly, and my heart had long since fled. Only fear floated in my heart with my breathing. "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 "Bang Dang" 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 asleep in the rainy night, slept, slept, but in my dream there was the snoring of a tiger... Excellent Composition on Rainy Night 3
In the evening, it started to rain, not very heavy, but vaguely Distinguish shapes and traces. Under the palm of the wind, the raindrops are like thin and long embroidery needles, tilting and falling down, as if a transparent and dense curtain hangs between the sky and the earth, leaving traces on the window. The sky is silvery gray, a bit whiter in the west, and the ground is covered with a thin layer of water. Holding your breath and concentrating your mind, there seems to be a pattering sound; your nose is slightly open, and the fragrance of moist earth hits your face.
Looking back at the past, time really left me without any nostalgia! It seems that yesterday is still in front of me. I am still smiling heartlessly as I am ignorant of the world. Today, I have actually begun to search for the true meaning of life...
Listen, the rain outside the window has just stopped for a while. , and now it’s raining heavily again. Just listening to the rain, I really felt like the rain was like a child, naughty and cute.
I suddenly remembered a sentence by Nalan Rongruo that I had read a while ago: "If life is just like the first time we met," I was deeply touched. Just imagine, if life is just like the first meeting - leaving an impression in the heart, not even an impression, just meeting once, without love or hatred, without ups and downs, how wonderful it would be, and both of us would be at peace with each other. Especially the word "only" makes me deeply moved. Forgot who said: "You have to look back five hundred times in your past life to see it once in this life." If it is true as the poem says, such a life should be peaceful, peaceful and calm. It's a bit like Tao Yuanming's "Peach Blossom Spring", very ideal. I think of the past in school, facing familiar faces every day, seeing them no less than a thousand and eight hundred times, all kinds of grievances, whether I like them or dislike them, what would it be like if they were just like the first time I met them? ah? Every time I think of this, a trace of melancholy arises in my heart, sighing that things in the world are like dust.
While thinking about it, suddenly I couldn’t hear the sound of rain anymore. Looking up and looking out the window, there was only silence. The light of the street lamp reflected the small water on the ground, which was a little dim. A few leaves also came to join in the fun, quietly hiding in the light. Facing the light, there is a faint green feeling, which is actually a refreshing feeling. Combined with the earthy smell, it feels more charming than during the day. Suddenly, a breeze came, and the leaves swayed in one direction, swaying gently, and then ripples arose in the semi-dark water. It was probably the wind that helped the water fall, and the water droplets on the leaves slid playfully. Come down. The wind blowing against my face is a bit cool, but very comfortable. After blowing it, I feel a trace of warmth from my heart, and then slowly flows through my body, transferring the warmth to all parts of my body.
Suddenly I remembered that I had been standing by the window. It's great, just staring out like this, it's so happy. How many times in life can we have such an opportunity to quietly recall and express our feelings alone? I'm afraid it's not much. Excellent Composition on Rainy Night 4
"Boom!!" He was roaring, shouting the dissatisfaction in his heart. "Xixixi!!" He was crying, crying out the fear in his heart.
It’s another rainy night. Do you still remember the girl who huddled in the corner with her doll and cried because she was afraid of the rainy night? I think you have forgotten it, otherwise you would not leave her alone.
You used to love her so much! She is like a part of you, following you, inseparable. Let her bloom more blooming than other flowers in the greenhouse. You never let her get hurt or wronged, and you never let her do any housework. You are by your side every day. Every time she is in danger or sad, you always protect her like a king and use your strength to protect her. That great, strong back warmed her.
"Be good, baby, don't be afraid. Daddy is here, but it's just raining! Come here, Daddy will hug you and coax you to sleep."
"Then don't leave! I'm scared!"
"Okay, never leave." The firm promise struck her heart word by word, and she slowly fell asleep with a peaceful smile! "
But now, you are using that firm curse to her, breaking her heart word by word, and falling asleep in a hurry with uneasiness and tears.
I don’t know when it started. I just remember the words you said at that time: You have grown up and it’s time to face it.
From that sentence, you never had it again. If you love her so much and let her endure various human emotions, you will ask her to do housework. When she feels wronged and cries, you will always say: "Why are you crying?" go out. "Every time this happens, the tears will only flow more freely.
When she encounters difficulties, you no longer protect her as a king, you will always push her forward or push her forward from behind. Leave calmly.
The rain started again, and she was still huddled in the corner, holding the doll and crying, but the difference was that you still didn't show up.
"Click!" The door opened, and you said to her so fiercely: "Why are you crying! Go to bed quickly!"
His fierce words She was irritated: "You have changed. You have never treated me like this before. You said you would always be by my side. You are a liar. Get out. I hate you. Get out!" She roared, The rag doll fell on him, his hair was wet with tears, and his heart was pierced by tears!
He was startled, maybe he didn’t expect it! But in the end, he left cruelly, leaving only this sentence: "You will eventually grow up on your own, and you will eventually understand!"
Tonight's rainy night, there is no longer that man holding the cloth. The doll's girl was gone, and only Yu's anger was left, because she finally grew up, finally became independent and strong, finally understood, finally knew that he still loved her that much, no, he loved her more, but he just changed his approach.
The rain was still falling, but she felt calm and peaceful. Excellent composition on a rainy night 5
The West Lake shrouded in the night is covered with a hazy veil. All the scenery is illusory and real, adding a touch of mystery to the West Lake.
During the National Day, my sister, who is in college, went to Hangzhou. In the evening, our family of four held umbrellas and walked along the lake. What was different from the past was that it was night and raining, which allowed me to appreciate the unique charm and beauty of West Lake.
The embankment is hazy and wonderful, and the drizzle is like a needle, as if the sky has specially covered the beautiful calligraphy with a layer of gauze. Under the shade of the trees, the uneven bluestone slabs under your feet exude an ancient atmosphere, adding a bit of dreamy interest to the West Lake on a rainy night. The embankment is very long, but no one always stops to rest. I, too, am always attracted by the scenery that suddenly appears in front of me and keep walking forward. The distance is dark, deep, and full of magic.
The musical fountain is hazy and elegant. It's great to stand on the broken bridge and admire the fountain. Although it is far away from the fountain and the music is intermittent, watching it suddenly spray several feet high and sometimes rotating alternately, the fountain with ever-changing colors can imagine a soft and classical melody.
The lakes and mountains are hazy and quiet. It's just like ink painting! The composition rendered with a large amount of pen and ink is the lake; lightly outlined with a fine brush, it is the mountains in the distance. I suddenly understood why landscape paintings are still fascinating, even if they are just painted with a brush. Ink is the hue of these landscapes.
This is not monotonous, but can make the picture more original and simple. The same goes for West Lake at night. The lake undulated slightly, glowing with white light like fish scales. The lake was pitch black and could not be seen at the end. The sky is connected to the water, with a dark and light mountain in the middle as an interval. The mountains are sometimes undulating and sometimes flat. Vaguely, I saw a tower. That's Leifeng Pagoda. I couldn't help but think of the legend of the White Snake that I heard when I was a child.
In the distance, a cruise ship is slowly approaching, and the faint yellow light highlights the tranquility and tranquility of the night. In the middle of the lake, there is a bright bead. What is that? Before I had time to think about it, the cruise ship arrived. As the cruise ship sailed away, it was discovered that the ripples spread and the "pearl" broke. Sorry, but I saw a strange phenomenon: the fragments were recycled together again. How strange! After thinking about it for a moment, I smiled with relief.
Beautiful West Lake! I can't help but sigh from the bottom of my heart. The beautiful scenery makes people forget the hustle and bustle of the city, and all their worries are gone. Let me sit quietly on the bench and enjoy the long-lost tranquility of West Lake. Excellent composition on a rainy night 6
The rushing rain fills the dark and depressing world, as if it dominates this space, roaring and roaring unscrupulously...
Large tracts of rain The dark clouds began to gather in the evening, as if someone sounded the rallying horn and summoned them all. As time went by, the dark clouds gathered more and more, covering an increasingly larger area.
Then, the wind picked up, like a robber taking advantage of the fire, becoming more and more rampant in this dim world, and like being injected with stimulants, whirring up the dust accumulated on the ground, tiny The grains of sand were also brought up and danced in the air, looking particularly ferocious. The doors and windows of the surrounding houses were scratched, like a bandit scolding the people inside. In this city shrouded in haze, every living thing seems so small and powerless. "Ta-", a drop of water fell freely from the dense dark clouds, fell to the ground, splashed with tiny water splashes, and then penetrated into the dust and returned to the earth. As if because of the "vanguard army", the water droplets hiding in the clouds surged down, and in a short time, they formed a curtain of rain.
The raindrops, like warriors who are not afraid of death, impact every inch of land and every building. Incandescent lamps illuminate the pavilions in this city. Rainwater slaps on the blue tiles and flows down from the roofs, converging into streams of water, like waterfalls, pouring down along the eaves. Some flow out from the drainage pipes, in the concave and convex Puddles mixed with yellow mud formed on the uneven muddy path.
On the street, the water mist splashed by the rain falling on the ground made the place become dreamlike. Occasionally, you can see cars passing by on the road, splashing the accumulated water on the roadside into an arc. Then the car slowly drove away and disappeared into the rain curtain, and the place became calm again.
On the glass window, streaks of water lingered on it, like a young girl clinging to her long-lost lover.
I watched the rain quietly, watching the rain beat on the ground, high walls, and glass, and then slid down unwillingly, leaving an irregular trace to show its power. and pride. I couldn't see clearly anything outside the window. The rain curtain covered everything. I was lying on the sofa, thinking, are there people in this city who watch the rain like me? In this noisy rainy night, listening to the rhythmless melody, my heart was up and down, and I couldn't sleep peacefully.
I'm waiting for the dawn. Perhaps only the dawn can dispel all this. I'm looking forward to the beam of light that penetrates the clouds and shines on the glass windows covered with raindrops, reflecting the brilliant rainbow. ...... Excellent composition on a rainy night 7
One early morning during the summer vacation, I got up as soon as it got dark. Early in the morning, my mother, father and I rushed to Beijing Railway Station. I was very excited because we were going to climb Mount Tai.
The train was speeding all the way. It started at 10 am and arrived at Taishan Station at 5 pm.
At 12 o’clock in the evening, we started climbing Mount Tai. I heard from adults that climbing Mount Tai at night is to get the sunrise in the morning.
We used flashlights and climbed up the winding mountain road. The sky was dark, the old trees on the roadside were towering and leafy, and the weather was extremely hot. After a while, our clothes were soaked with sweat. Mount Tai is so high. There are steps one after another, but you can’t climb to the end. Mom suggested taking a rest at a roadside shop. I sat on the root of a big tree, ate two pieces of egg yolk pie, a sausage, and drank a few sips of Taishan spring water. I felt that I had strength again. My mother said: "Let's rest a little longer." "No, I won't be able to see the sunrise if it's too late." After that, I picked up the hiking pole and climbed up the mountain again.
The grandfather, grandmother, and children younger than me who set out with us were left far behind by us. Those strong elder brothers and elder sisters left us far away again. At this time, there was sudden lightning and thunder in the sky, and heavy rain fell from the sky accompanied by rumbling thunder. Sweat mixed with rain ran down my forehead and face, and my whole body was soaked. Mom and Dad discussed with me whether we should take shelter from the rain first? I said: "Keep climbing, I want to watch the sunrise!" After that, I cheered up and climbed up the mountain in the pouring rain.
After 3 hours of climbing, we finally climbed to Zhongtian Gate. There are many people here, and everyone is taking shelter from the rain under the eaves. Mom told me that we couldn't see the sunrise because of the rain. Tears welled up in my eyes when I heard the news. When I was climbing the mountain, I was so tired and wanted to rest so much. I persisted every time, just to watch the sunrise. With tears in my eyes, I followed my mother and father into a teahouse with grievance, rented two coats, and went to sleep there.
At dawn, we took the cable car to the Jade Emperor Peak. The scenery here is so beautiful! Thick clouds and mist are floating in the sky, as if I have become a god and can fly in the clouds. Suddenly, the unhappiness of not seeing the sunrise disappeared.
Looking at the majestic Mount Tai and recalling the experience of mountain climbing, I learned persistence and bravery, and also understood this truth: Set a goal, persist, persist, persist... Then the goal will definitely be achieved achieve. Excellent composition on a rainy night 8
The sound of rain was pattering outside the window - a few nights ago, my heart seemed to be blocked by something, and I was feeling anxious. Thinking about something quiet. Those crappy words written under certain emotional support, let her read it or not. Repeatedly in my mind. Forget it, don’t think about it anymore. Outside the window, the moderate rain continued. Looking at the dark night sky outside the window, I slowly sat up, turned off the fluorescent lamp, and fumbled to turn on the small lamp beside my bed that I bought on the street out of boredom. I don't know if it could be counted as a desk lamp. The dim light spread, and everything in this small room was blurred by the dim light. Silence. My mind slowly calmed down and became peaceful. I walked to the bookshelf and touched a book. I went back to the bed and lay down and read the title of the book clearly under the dim light - "The First Listening to the Morning Rain" by Yu Qiuyu. There is a deck chair on the seaside on the white book cover - we are resting here in tranquility, listening to stories with endless thoughts, and our thoughts are spreading. This book was bought accidentally when I went to Xinhua Bookstore to buy books one day. Yes, I looked at it and threw it on the bookshelf - I didn't feel anything. It has been covered in dust for a long time. Slowly opening the cover, the white title page came into view. It was still the chair and the beach, but there was an extra cup of coffee next to it, which was steaming white. Gently turning to the main text, the dim light reflected the handwriting on the gray-yellow paper a little blurry.
The rain outside the window is still falling, and the sound of rain fills this quiet night. With the author, we travel together, to the hometown of windmills - the Netherlands, to the country that advocates white - Iraq, to ??the country of Buddhism - ―India, we’ve arrived at………etc. Experiencing this cultural journey, I lamented the decline of Feng Yishui Pavilion with Mr. Yu Qiuyu; I felt sad for Su Shi; I was intoxicated by the beautiful piano sound of "Guangling San" together, and I also mourned the loss of this beautiful piano sound. Sad; let's savor it together under this quiet rainy night. My thoughts are lengthening, my soul is filtering, and my emotions are sublimating; I close the book and stare blankly out of the window. The dark sky seems to be magically attractive and eye-catching.
"Flute -" the train whistle sounded, and my thoughts retracted like a tide. I shook my head, rubbed my eyes, looked at the clock, and under the dim light, it seemed that it was close to 3:30 in the morning. Put it on the bedside, turn off the light, lie down, and sleep. The quiet rainy night seemed even quieter. Excellent composition on a rainy night 9
The rain is pattering, a little lovesickness is lingering in the land of memories, delicate flowers are blooming, the fragrance is light, there is no sad color at all, the silence is in the rain, it seems to be drizzle Compose sadness, dark rainy night, the rain tells my sadness, I really hope you will understand, let my sadness in your world, warm my heart, even if you don't care, leave no trace, lovesickness Like red beans, lingering and gentle, I would like everything I have to exchange for the eternity of this life. Even if you are no longer here, loneliness reminds me of you again in the lingering drizzle, and that is enough for me.
On a quiet rainy night, I sit quietly by the computer and look at the flashing avatar. I carefully read your beautiful words, listen to your sadness, and savor your loneliness. Reading your words every night becomes a part of my life. As I get used to it, I gradually find that without your words, emptiness has filled my heart. A touch of sadness is a touch of loneliness. This time, I am afraid that I will really fall in love with you. The tranquility of the rainy night moistens my soul and my thoughts. , in the years to come, in the life to come, your words inspired my determination to write. I thought that words had left me. Let’s go into prose, into the world of your words. I am no longer alone, my heart is in my heart. Your words are vivid and exquisite, and my heart gradually softens, and my heart gradually becomes calm, as light as water, as quiet as floating ice.
The street lights flickered in the rainy night, and the pedestrians walked in a hurry on the road, gradually disappearing from my sight. I caressed my heart, and I really wanted to hold a glass of strong wine in my hand to intoxicate myself. Indulge in the songs of your hometown, let the music float into your country on the rainy night, let you reminisce about it, and be reluctant to leave for a long time.
Memories fly by in yellowed photo albums, years pass by, love sinks, heartaches, and dreams wake up. My thoughts are no longer messy. I turn back to the computer and feel the tranquility of the rainy night. Feel the loneliness of the rainy night, feel the depth!
On a quiet rainy night, are you also missing me on the other side at this time, just as I miss you? The drizzle is swaying in the breeze, and the thoughts are falling in the drizzle. Whose waiting is falling in the world of mortals! Tonight, I will bury my lovesickness. Tonight, I will seal it up forever, waiting to meet again a thousand years later. At that time, I will bury my happiness and still hold your hand and walk in the world of mortals.
Quietly Yes, the memories have faded, and the past has receded. Excellent composition on rainy nights 10
An unknown heavy rain came quietly, without any warning, which caught people off guard.
In the dark night, rain curtains hung from the sky, and the entire city was shrouded in rain, adding a sense of noise to the otherwise lonely night. Thick raindrops fell, hitting the glass window with a loud bang. The rain is getting heavier. I looked out through the window, and the sky and the earth seemed to be hung with an extremely wide bead curtain, and it was misty. The rain fell on the roof opposite, splashing water and covering the roof like a thin layer of smoke. The rainwater flowed down the eaves, starting like broken beads, and gradually connected into a line. There is more and more water on the ground, forming small streams.
I stood in front of the window, and the raindrops were connected together like a big net, hanging in front of my eyes.
The rain gradually became lighter, and the dripping sound did not seem like rain, but like fog. The world in front of me was blocked in the rain as dense as a bead net. Looking into the distance, only a vague outline of streets, buildings, and pedestrians remained. There were a few more muffled thunders in the sky, and the rain seemed to be urged to become heavier for a while. However, after a while, it became smaller again.
It was drizzling outside the window, and the little raindrops seemed to be accompanied by a little dance. I couldn't help but be tempted by the world outside the window. I walked into the rain and fog, and suddenly, a fresh and cool feeling penetrated my whole body. The raindrops were cold on my body, but somehow there was a moist and warm atmosphere in the air. The raindrops fell on my head and body. I lay on my back, closed my eyes, and tasted the raindrops with my mouth open. Suddenly, I felt as if I had grown a lot under the drizzle.
Pedestrians on the road held umbrellas and walked in the rain. Naturally, some were soaked in the rain.
The big raindrops fell on the ground, splashing water, and the water splashes were like small fountains. When the water splash fell on the ground, it turned into small bubbles. The small bubbles looked like small transparent hats. It's really interesting to watch carefully the process of the raindrops turning into little hats!
The rain is getting heavier and heavier. I had no choice but to leave the rain that nourishes all things.
When I got home, the rain was still falling, but it was not as heavy as before. Pedestrians on the street have closed their umbrellas and enjoyed the joy brought by the rain for a while.
Excellent composition on a rainy night 11
It is said that teachers are hard-working gardeners; they are burning candles; they are selfless spring silkworms... Six years of primary school career has passed like this, and it remains deep in my memory. Yes, it must be the touching story of the teacher——
I remember it was a rainy night. I was doing my homework at home, but I found that I had forgotten my Chinese homework book. I had no choice but to I went to school to get it. It was almost ten o'clock by then, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. But during the final stage, I had to hurry up, so I couldn't care less and ran directly to school.
When we arrived at the door of the class, what was strange was, why were the lights in the class still on? I was on duty today, and the lights were clearly turned off when school was over. Forget it, it was more important to get the books. I ran in, and what appeared in front of me was Teacher Chen busy reviewing homework, "Xu Jing, why are you here so late? ? "Get a book?" "Well, I was in a hurry tonight and forgot to pick up my Chinese homework book." I heard the teacher's words and immediately agreed, "Hey, Teacher Chen, are you still here to grade your homework so late?" After hearing this, Teacher Chen turned his head to me and continued to grade the papers while saying: "There is no way, this is the last final stage. As long as you get good grades, it doesn't matter how busy you are. Yesterday I graded papers until eleven o'clock." "How many minutes?" I saw Teacher Chen's tired face and thought: Teacher Chen is so busy and tired, but we don't know that he is still so relaxed and doesn't do his homework seriously. In order to let us get it as soon as possible tomorrow. When it comes to revising assignments, the progress will be faster and we will not hesitate to work overtime. What a dedicated teacher! A warm current rushed into my heart, and I just wanted to say: "Teacher Chen, thank you!"
I found the homework book and said: "Teacher Chen, I'm leaving first." I thought that Chen The teacher wouldn't say anything, but before I left, he didn't forget to say: "It's raining heavily outside, be careful, do your homework and go to bed early. Make sure you get enough sleep so that you can go to school energetically tomorrow." I listened, I am even more grateful to Teacher Chen and think: Teacher Chen works overtime so late, is so tired, but still cares about the students so much. Teacher Chen, you are really responsible! Teacher Chen, you are such a good teacher!
The rain outside is lightening, and the drizzle is like the teacher’s little care, dripping into my heart; the drizzle is like the teacher’s sweat, dripping into my heart; that drizzle is like the teacher’s little sweat, dripping into my heart; The slightest drizzle is like a little bit of knowledge from a teacher, teaching us and giving us expectations! Excellent Composition 12 on a Rainy Night
After hearing these words, we were even more happy. I held my stomach and said: "We are not waiters..." There was another burst of laughter; why do we come here every time? "Ask me". Listening to cicadas on a rainy night is refreshing for the spirit and the beating of the soul. But it doesn't matter, with so many unparalleled mosquitoes standing around, women can also protect their men. That time, you endured the noise and watched with me The first fireworks, I know you are very scared, I am also very scared.
Opening the window, a slightly cold wind comes, making people shiver. Unexpectedly, in the cycle of seasons, winter has turned to spring. Although it is already early spring, the cool rain still carries the chilly atmosphere of the remaining winter.
The dark sky is like a wet curtain. The water is dripping. Occasionally, there is a shining light, which splits the darkness of the night and explodes the silence of the night.
The rain falls down the sky in strands, under the shadow of the street lights. The light dances in the reflection, and the ticking jade beads tap on the eaves and window lattice, making this quiet night seem vivid.
The rain is fine and lingering, like a gauze gauze beside the stream. The hands that had not been wiped by the spring water touched my heart, and my heart became moist.
I closed the window, returned to calm, and opened the newspaper of the day as far as I could see. The story of Sister Lin's escape into Buddhist Buddhism was widely publicized in the media.
Suddenly, I wondered what prompted the actress who played Sister Lin to see through the world of mortals and abandon everything outside her body to escape. Buddhism? Is Buddhism really the final pure place where we can forget all the troubles in the world? If it is true, will I give up everything and go to it?
Think about it seriously, from life to death. For us, it is just a process of pleasure, pain, or fatigue. We come and go naked, but in the end we can take nothing with us, and we can’t hold on to anything. In the end, fame, fortune, and wealth all become external possessions.
My heart can’t help but feel gray.
I always feel that people living in this world have the right to choose their own way of life, as long as this way does not hinder others or celebrities. The reason is that every detail of the lives of celebrities always makes the media particularly sensitive and makes the public want to peep. Even if people have chosen a quiet world, they still cannot be quiet.
Sometimes in this world, it is really impossible to be quiet. It's very helpless. I'm glad that I'm just an ordinary person, and I can easily get the peace that those celebrities try their best to have. Although I have no fame and no profit, I am satisfied with it.
Perhaps this is what the Buddha said, there must be gains and losses.
I dare not think about it any more, I am afraid that I will feel inexplicably sad.
Put a picture here. CD, guzheng music for grade exams.
"Mountains and Flowing Waters", "Fishing Boats Singing at Night", "Lin Chong Running at Night", "Banana Window Night Rain"...