The rain 20 years ago, it sounds different from now. When the raindrops fell on the green tiles produced earlier, people in the room heard the ringing bells. Without pretense, the rain on the blue tile is really like music, but the invisible musician is born with a perverse temperament, moody and suddenly loses patience, and the rain explodes like firecrackers. You doubt whether such a violent rain is full of malice, and then you suddenly get tired and give up, so we can only hear the stagnant rain on the eaves dripping on the window door by inertia, carefully and with guilt. At this time, the quiet street began to wake up, and people wearing raincoats or umbrellas stepped on the tail of the rain and walked on their way home. There is a voice cheering: the rain has stopped! Go home!
Nie Luda, a Chilean poet, likes rain. He said: Rain is a sensitive and terrible force. His observation and summary of the rain made me feel melancholy. What makes rain sensitive? What makes the rain terrible? I am full of interest in this meaningless question. Please imagine a heavy rain driving all pedestrians under the eaves. Please imagine people walking into the room. No matter how heavy the rain is, your clothes and documents can't get wet. So what can replace us to experience the sensitivity and horror of rain?
Twenty years ago, I lived in a humble southern house. I am dissatisfied with the boring housing pattern and materials. I am full of disdain for my house. But one summer, when I climbed to the roof of the cement factory warehouse across the river to practice diving, I first noticed the small blue and black tiles on my roof, which were arranged neatly like fish scales, showing an unexpected magnificence. For me, this is a strange memory. What is strange is the weather that day. A heavy rain suddenly came. Several boys practicing diving simply stayed at the top of the high warehouse in the rain, watching raindrops fall from the sky, washing away the hot streets and houses on the other side and our own bodies.
That was the only time I saw my roof in the rain. The rainstorm fell on the blue tile, not a splash, but a fog. Then the rain became less and the fog dispersed, and the tile showed its simple and smooth lines. I noticed that the contest between rain and tile was going on in a high-pitched rhythm, and I couldn't see who was hurting who. What the naked eye can see is that the rain washed away the dust on the tiles, because those old tiles suddenly took on a new look. After this sudden rain wash, they began to shine, and the corrugated grass on the eaves also restored the proper green of plants. For the first time, I carefully observed the process of rain making music on the roof, and made a new discovery: it was not the rain that made music, but the rebound of those tiles against the rain that created music.
Strange to say, I think the sound of rain is the sound of tile from now on. Undoubtedly, this is a very idealistic understanding. This understanding has lost contact with knowledge of nature, but is only related to some kind of memory. Memories give people only memories. I remember my home 20 years ago. In addition to the roof in the rain mentioned above, our home still has windows open. Far away, across the vast rain curtain, I saw my mother at home, squatting on the sewing machine to make shirts for my brother and me.
Now I can't remember where that shirt went. My mother has been dead for many years. But a rainstorm 20 years ago made me have a special liking for rain. If there is a roof covered with blue tiles, I don't think rain is a terrible thing; If your mother ever sewed a new shirt for you in the rain, I don't think you will have a lonely heart.
This is my understanding of rain.
This is also my understanding of tiles.
2. About the composition of writing rain, Chunyu: 1 Listen, the crackling sound, the crackling sound. This is a symphony played by the familiar spring rain. The spring rain has given us vitality and vitality, and it has also given the world vitality. Spring rain moistens the earth, and the earth sucks it. Under the shower of spring rain, the grass rushed out of the bondage of soil and stuck its head out. It waved a dance skirt to make people compare Miss Chun and her dance. Under the glittering and translucent pearl, flowers are indispensable and have their own unique charm. This needle-like spring rain falls on the flowers and rolls on them, which makes people look closely. The loose shirts that are evergreen all the year round have also undergone great changes under the bath of spring rain. They put on new green clothes and are facing it seriously.
Looking at this spring rain, I think: a year's plan lies in spring. We should cherish the present spring, let the spring rain bathe our growth and make contributions to the construction of the motherland. Spring rain is a key. Sweet and fragrant. Gently, gently, when you pay attention, it opens the door to spring.
In the spring rain, there is a box of colorful pigments. Look, it brings pink to peach trees. The pink peach tree smiles like a girl's face.
It brings white to pear trees, and white pear flowers hang there like white handkerchiefs. Winter jasmine girls get more colors, gold, light yellow and orange.
The beautiful Spring Festival girl nodded frequently in the spring rain.
The spring rain hides a very good smell. The fragrance of winter jasmine, as well as apricot flowers and Chinese rose flowers.
Many fragrant smells are hidden in small raindrops! Children's feet are often hooked by fragrance. The spring rain blew a colorful horn to tell everyone that summer is coming.
People put on half sleeves, and willows and poplars spit out catkins and catkins to let the children have a good time. The spring rain brought colorful songs to the earth and joyful songs to the children.
I seem to like listening to the rain very much, just like listening to nature. Sometimes, I will blend in and let my thoughts fly in the falling rain ... In my memory, the arrival of rain is always accompanied by an unspeakable strange emotion. Clouds gradually hang down, half covering the sky, a cool breeze blows gently, and the rain comes, very thin and dense, like powder. Wet smoke and rain are wonderful music, don't you believe it? Look: Swallows are dancing with the accompaniment of spring rain! With the arrival of spring, naturally, pure rain as expensive as oil is slowly coming. The rain and fog are misty, and the rain beads string into a heavy rain curtain, covering everything like smoke ... Spring rain is not as unrestrained as summer rain, not as deep as autumn rain, but as gentle and brilliant as itself.
On the contrary, our world has ushered in new hopes and we have new challenges! The sound of rain can calm our hearts. It will make us feel confident in the future instead of depressed. Friend, remember this beautiful space! And think about it, know it, it will bring you infinite light and wisdom in confusion and darkness! Xia Yu 1 Today, I am standing on the balcony, and the wind is blowing.
Suddenly, several rain stars fell on my head. Before I came to my senses, the downpour began to fall violently.
I was caught off guard, my clothes were almost wet by the rain, so I hurried into the house. Strangely, instead of being angry, I am interested in the rain and want to enjoy it.
The rain in summer is really different, just as big as Miss Xia's tears and soybeans. It follows her unruly temper and is extremely explosive, which makes people unprepared. Look at the ground again, the rain hit the ground heavily, and there were countless blisters on it, as if Miss Xia was venting her unhappiness.
Look at the sky, it's even more terrible. Dark clouds in the sky, like a runaway Tianma, rolled in like a tide, devouring the whole blue sky, leaving no gap. From time to time, a dazzling flash of lightning pierced the sky, followed by a thunder, which showed that Xia girl's anger had arrived.
Looking around, it's raining harder and harder. A layer of rain curtain covers the window so tightly that things outside are almost invisible. Come when you say it, and leave when you say it.
It didn't take long for the rain to stop, the dark clouds dispersed and the thunder became less and less. I opened the balcony door again and went out. A cool breeze came against my face, much stronger than the wind before the rain.
The rain on the roof splashed down and interwoven into a beautiful symphony. It seems that Miss Xia is in a much better mood.
Summer rain is really strange, interesting and lovely. In a sultry summer, I suddenly saw dark clouds and yellow sand all over the sky on my balcony, which made people feel scared. It can be said that "the rain is full of wind."
"Bang, bang, bang, bang ...", "Wow!" I shouted in surprise, "The Storm Corps is coming." Suddenly, lightning illuminates the rainstorm, thunder cheers for the rainstorm, strong wind clears the way for the rainstorm, and the rainstorm comes in a mighty way.
Some of them rushed into the pond and the water in the pond soon overflowed; Some get into the soil, and the soil will soon be full; Others ran to the plants, and the plants became moist and lush ... When the rain group came home, the rain on the roof was still rushing to the ground through the sewer pipe, and it cleared up; The clouds have dispersed and a colorful rainbow has been set up in the sky! Counting, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple are exactly seven colors. After the storm, it cleared up, which reminded me of a sentence, "How can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?"
Summer rain can be said to come and go in a hurry; The weather is dull before the summer rain, and the air is cool after the rain; In summer, when it rains less, it dries up, and when it rains more, it floods. Summer rain makes me like it and worries me! Autumn rain 1 accompanied by several sounds of shock and fatigue. In summer, it went away with a bang, but I didn't expect autumn to fall from raindrops.
3. Write a composition about Rain. I don't know why, but I always like rain. No matter when, where and what mood. Rain will always cheer me up, make me inexplicably sad, make me confused for a while, make me feel wet and immerse me in a state.
I don't like singing "Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon" by Li Yu, not because it's not nice, but because it's too much. Once a song is trite, its meaning will become dull. But to borrow its tune and apply it to another poem, Yu Meiren ~ listening to the rain is my own humming, and I never tire of it. The word is "Young people listen to singing upstairs in the rain, and the red candle is faint." Middle-aged people listen to the rain on the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now there are stars in the temples under the eaves of monks listening to the rain. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless, and the rain drips until dawn before the next step. "Do you love its sadness or its sigh for your life? I can't say for a moment, but love doesn't need a reason. Yes! Love words have their own name "Rain Bell". Even if you don't look at it, just think about it, and you will feel it is a kind of beauty.
I love Yu Guangzhong's Listening to the Cold Rain. What I like best is the sound and image of the rain hitting the gray tile roof. I love the image of the gray butterfly dancing. Like the aftertaste of walking in the rain. I love Bai Juyi's "big strings hum like rain, small strings whisper like dense", but I always think he wants to say strings are like drizzle, right? It's just a little too direct. So I changed it. Anyway, the rain in Mao Mao is like a whisper, and I still feel the same.
It seems that I am the only one who loves rain.
Night rain makes people dream back, and how many past events in the rain can be chewed gently on the pillow. Won't bother anyone. Is it raining outside Qianshan? Is the candlelight in the west window still looking out? It rained a thousand years ago, but it has been raining ever since. Is Meiyu still there in Jiangnan? Is the frog sound in the grass pond as clear as ever? Who is waiting for me on a rainy night? Can soldiers knock like rain? I wonder what happened to the big boy who sheltered me from the wind and rain with his sleeves. If there is a tile roof, there is no need for poetry. Especially when it is drizzling like silk, oh, how many misty and rainy moments there are in life. Otherwise, how can A Qing's songs be so exciting? At this time, even tears are not needed, just a faint cold mood is needed.
The light rain in the morning makes people awake. What is the weather like today? Looking at the distant mountains through the window, everything has changed. It has a mysterious meaning, which makes your imagination endless. The waves in the rain, the knocking of high-heeled shoes on the concrete floor after the rain, the sound of shelter from the rain under the eaves, and the laughter in the rain have long since ceased to exist.
The light rain at dusk makes people sad. Not to mention the word autumn. Li Qingzhao's phoenix tree is drizzling, dribs and drabs. It is also because of the yellow rain! How much do you think it weighs? You closed the window and the door, trying to hide, but what you can hide is the rain, but what you can't hide is the heart. Then you think it might be better to hide in the rain and poetry. Then you think, let's have a rainstorm! What you want at the moment is an excited mood, which always lingers, and you are really tired!
Rain changes the seasons and brings life to everything. Rain, let you change, let your unprovoked sadness and joy have a corresponding and sustenance. I like rain. Life is spiritual because of affection, and affection is nourished by rain and dew.
4. How to write Yu's composition? Composition about rain: rain.
"It's so annoying!" Wandering in the boring geometric olympiad, I looked up and my eyes inadvertently swept out of the window. Huh? Isn't it the clear sky in Wan Li? How did the clouds gather in the blink of an eye? Who made Sister Yun cry again?
Yawn, alas, I'm a little tired. It's good to appreciate the masterpieces of nature. After all, it is free!
Looking up at the sky from the balcony, dark clouds gather. Just like the commander of the movement, the gray sky suddenly becomes like lightning in the daytime. With a wave of his baton, the rain rushes to the ground, like a broken bead, and like a faucet with the brakes turned on. It's dense and urgent. "Hua, tick ..." The overture of the movement was played continuously. The sky seems to be more gloomy, and naughty old urchins Lei Gong and Dian Mu also come to have fun from time to time and accompany them.
Suddenly, the music seemed to pause for a second, and * * * finally came. The rain is getting fiercer and fiercer, the sound of "crash" keeps hitting everyone's eardrums, "rumble", the thunder is roaring more verve, and the sky suddenly flashes with white light ... that kind of sound, that kind of scene, that kind of momentum, there is a trend of never giving up until everything on the ground is swallowed up. Suddenly, you feel that you have become a part of heaven and earth, wandering in the majestic sound, wandering in the spectacular scenery, with overbearing addiction, you have long been inseparable from this magical picture.
The rain stopped without warning. Like a pedestrian coming and going in a hurry. Only the green leaves and clean and wet ground outside the window tell people that the summer rain just now is not an illusory dream. Take a deep breath of fresh air after the rain. Suddenly I feel that my mind is no longer gloomy, as if it had been washed by rain, and it has become clear. Ah, isn't it solved by adding a few auxiliary lines to the geometry problem? Eat in a hurry and take a deep breath of the air after the rain. Well, it's too fresh.
5. How to write the composition about "Rain"? It is raining.
I sat by the window and watched the heavy rain. It's raining hard. Looking into the distance, water and gas churned very badly.
Look, a group of dragons are running with their teeth bared! Slowly, the water vapor turned into a picture of running horses, and after a while, it turned into a group of small fish. How beautiful! Gradually, it began to rain, and the dripping water from the high building became a water curtain, and every drop was like a broken bead. The thin rain drops obliquely, which reminds me of the poem "Don't go back to that windy and drizzling rain". Now I finally understand its meaning.
I was intoxicated in the rain. After a while, the rain cleared up and the sun didn't come out. The gloomy sky reminds me of the background of horror movies, which makes me a little creepy. Slowly, the sun came out and the rainbow appeared.
Open the window, and a breath of fresh air comes to my nose. Only a few minutes, but that's enough.
It is refreshing to breathe such "green" air in the city. Rain, how beautiful! When I was a child, I lived under a tile house. Whenever it rains, I can hear intermittent sad rain.
When I grow up, I live in a reinforced concrete forest, and I can't hear the sound of rain. It seems that life lacks a lot of aura, something that can make people feel soft and weak, and my heart is slowly desertification. So I miss the rain in the tile house.
Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings. And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound.
People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When the rain is sudden, the sound is generous and violent, just like hundreds of horses singing together, Malik gallops.
As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. These tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection. People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret.
The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers." Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes.
In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain. It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain.
In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time. It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness.
There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion. Oh, what I met in the rain was the self separated from time and space, and it was telling me everything before.
I hesitated. I asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me? There is a saying: "Young people listen to singing on the rainy floor, and the red candle is faint." In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. "
Different life situations make people feel different when listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the flow of true feelings and listening to the flow of years.
In addition to the echo of the years, the sound of rain also brings regrets of the past and melancholy that I want to talk about again. It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue.
The sound of rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat ... the rain has come tirelessly, just raining, just raining; Makes everyone a little tired and bored. Everyone has nothing to do after class, so they just go to the phone to chat with their friends.
If that aspect is a woman, it is naturally more interesting! Call, call, the bell keeps ringing. The telephone is nailed to the wall, and the operator is used to being urged by all parties. Ringing is the favorite busy tone. So they didn't give birth to any spleen flavor-they just suffered from large ear chambers.
He just brought a bearded young man in a dress from No.4 Society 13. When he saw the young man jabbering at the machine for a while, he hung up his headphones and went out like an angry man. With less than ten breaths left, the bell on the wall jingled with him.
"Hey, where are you-this is the Agricultural University. ..... Mr. Salter. What's your name? Oh, oh, call him again? Yes, yes, "he hung the earphone on another nail.
It can be seen from the heavy noise that he was unjustly wronged. This kind of grievance can't be vented except by hanging headphones hard.
"Mr. Xian again!" He also said something to himself that he could hear. This could have been a lie at will, and it was over when I said I couldn't find it.
But he hasn't been here long. Although he stayed for dinner with Cui Ge, who specializes in sending and receiving letters every day, he could not learn these things to steal time. Moreover, the thought of living in Tonglechun a few months ago, burning a fire every day, blackening my face and leaving nothing in my stomach strengthened my sense of responsibility.
Toto raised his left hand again. (Because he is wearing a long skirt now, his right hand has lost space. ) blocking the heavy raindrops falling from the eaves, he trotted to the fourth house to find the young bearded man.
There is an old square clock in the middle of the table, which goes slower and lighter, as if it were hypnotized by the rain. The book lying flat by the clock seems to be dozing off.
There is a small teacup near the clock, which contains more than half a cup of black tea. There is no heating at all. ..... His eyes saw the young man smiling at the earphone, but his ears were stirred by the rain outside, and he couldn't take time to listen to what the young man was saying.
He felt that the young man was really bored by smiling at the earphone. The young man went out again.
When the teenager passed by him, the trousers of the dress brushed his left hand hanging at his hip, and a strange but fragrant smell ran into his nostrils. When he went to the consumer club yesterday, he saw a finger-sized bottle shyly hiding in the corner of the glass cabinet. What essence is stored in the bottle?
-at this time, the smell is yellow water in the bottle, and he is confident that he has not guessed wrong.
6. Are you a bear in composition 6 of Rain?
Rain, like thousands of magical fingers, like thousands of strings, pops up ever-changing sounds.
The spring rain is soft, the summer rain is rough, the autumn rain is desolate and the winter rain is cold; Due to the change of seasons, my mood is different. However, the color of rain is as beautiful as the sound of rain.
There are many excellent works describing rain in picture music and poetry. Line color and musical melody are ethereal and transparent.
The thin rain flower, like a floating fog, is white, kissing people's faces lightly and feeling itchy slightly; And gently wet the clothes. Umbrellas are like sails, floating and sinking in the rain; Also like big wings, the southeast and northwest are boundless, drifting around because of the wind.
Silent rain, silence is better than sound; Funny rain really makes people happy. You can wander outdoors without wearing a raincoat. Rain, like honey and wine, moistens your soul.
-This strange rain, this strange rain, is like a dream.
I remember the apricot blossom and spring rain in Jiangnan. Raindrops hit the awning, and there was the fragrance of pear blossoms in the rain. I remember the summer rain in the West Lake, full of vitality, and the lotus leaves all over the lake were beaten. I remember the autumn rain in Tianmu Mountain. The fog was locked and all the trees rustled. The pines and cypresses that hold up the sky are washed away by the rain, which makes them look particularly vigorous. I remember the winter rain in Fuchun River, like crying, and the smoke from huts on both sides of the river was gloomy, like a colored pencil drawing.
It's a drizzly and breezy night, suitable for reading poetry and prose. On a stormy night, horror supernatural novels are desirable. Otherwise, it is a pleasure to invite a few confidants, make a few cups of strong tea, buy a bag of peanuts and light a candle. Wind and rain are more suitable for pregnant women, who often suffer from insomnia; A sound of wind and rain seems to leave people and whisper.
That summer, my friends and I sat in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion. At that time, the water chestnut was ripe. On Lianchi Beach, the villagers were driving boats and busy picking. The white clouds in the sky and the egrets on the water set each other off. A sudden shower, Malik Pentium; Banping Mountain suddenly disappeared, and only the dense rain hung a bead curtain on Lianchi. In the shower, the boats that collect water chestnuts are still rocking leisurely. The people on the boat are even hemp fibers.
There is not much rainfall in the south of Taiwan Province Province. Especially in Kaohsiung, the dust is all over the sky; The branches and leaves are covered with dust, and after a shower, it is green and brand-new. Shoushan after the rain, enchanting overlooking the silent love; Silver scale water waves are also dyed green by green hills.
On the banks of the river, on the rows of cement columns, the porcelain covers of rows of street lamps are embedded between mountains and rivers like white jade balls, which vaguely shows the scenery of the West Lake.
"The head of the Spring Rain Building is eight feet high. When will you go back to Zhejiang Chao? "
7. The composition night of writing rain is coming.
It was a rainy night. Because of the rain, the night suddenly became much longer, quieter and more beautiful.
Rain, accompanied by the night from the beginning, fell drop by drop, covering the night with a mysterious and beautiful veil. I closed my eyes and listened to the rain quietly, but I felt its beauty strongly.
It is sometimes like a group of young children, subdivided and dense; Sometimes like a flock of birds singing, elk jumping; Sometimes, like drums, waves, beautiful forests and the rushing sea; Sometimes ... a muffled thunder flies through this rhythmic symphony, and it travels far and far with a deep and powerful voice ... After the thunder, continue to listen to this symphony. It seems to have changed its mood again, turning into the rustling of rain on the leaves; Ding Dong fell into the river, and when he slipped and landed on the roof, it broke ... "Bang", "Hua" and other insensitive sounds formed an unknown March.
After a while, the rain turned into a faint tick. Listening to this rhythmic and irregular ticking, a kind of sadness welled up in my heart. Rain moistened my heart and my eyes, and an unknown feeling hung over me. I obviously felt that I was shocked by it.
I suddenly associate rain with a person's life course. When he was a child, he was so weak and full of fantasies. Then he grew up and did something vigorous. Later, when he was old, his life and soul quietly left his body with a beep on his heart rhythm machine.
He ended his short life peacefully. Night, rain, troubles ... listening to the sound of rain, listening to the sound of rain, listening to thunder and lightning, listening to flowers and trees, listening to spring, summer, autumn and winter ... these are all treasures given to us by nature.
Among these treasures, I like the sound of rain best. So, I fell in love with listening to the rain.
The rainy season all the year round brings me different spiritual experiences. Chunyu is a quiet and elegant little girl.
In Du Fu's poem, he said, "Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." Spring rain sprouted quietly along the branches, and people didn't notice it.
But as long as you calm down and hold a cup of fragrant tea in a quiet night, you can imagine such a picture in your mind: the earth is a good rice paper. When the spring rain gently touches the paper, the green will be scattered all over the ground ... At this time, a song "Moonlit Night on a Spring River" will ring in your ear: "..." Yu Xia doesn't have such a good temper.
Noisy all the way, jumping around in droves. Fall on ripples, windows, the ground ... knock on anything that can make a sound.
That rhythmic voice seems to remind you that a rock party is about to start! Then, the wind roared and the sky was overcast. In order to light up the meeting place, lightning was invited, and suddenly night turned into day.
Thousands of musicians played music when the baton in the conductor's hand moved. That momentum devours the bullfight and shakes your heart, and your heart can't help but turn up thousands of miles of waves, which makes people completely insomnia.
Autumn has always been called golden autumn. Then let's call it autumn rain and golden rain! In the golden rain, everything fell into the trough of the year.
The continuous golden rain brought a little chill, but it also brought good news of harvest to farmers' uncles. Sometimes looking at the rain outside the window, I can't help but draw my own blueprint for life. My mind is like a broken kite ... winter is cold in people's hearts, but winter rain is gentle and sincere.
It falls slowly, taking off "white clothes" for trees, cleaning streets and injecting vitality into rivers. This is a symbol of the arrival of spring.
Listen to the rain and listen attentively, and you will be able to interpret the four seasons and realize the true meaning of life! Mine is better than LS's
8. Is the composition about Rain a narrative? Love is full of hardships. If you love me, who are my parents? It was a lonely night. The sunset faded the last afterglow, and the autumn wind sent away the last wild goose. Today's last bus took me far away. Watching my parents disappear in front of me, I can't help crying again ... the thread in the mother's hand, her daughter's clothes are so cold, it's late at night and chilly. No wonder the poet said that the day and night are as cold as water. In fact, on a cold night, I can't sleep tonight either. Tomorrow, I will say goodbye to my parents and go to the county high school. My mother is still sewing buttons for me under the lamp. I got up and said to her, "mom, stop sewing." How can the buttons of clothes be loosened so easily? " She said, "If the button is really loose without you, who will sew it for you?" Looking at my mother's blue hand with cold, my tears rolled down my cheeks involuntarily ... Before he left, I didn't know when I got up and my father got up. It can be seen that he never fell asleep. "Lingling, my parents didn't send you to school this time in order to give you a test. If something can't be solved, just call my grandfather. Grandpa is with your second uncle, near your school. Can't you do it again? Don't be brave, you can do everything yourself. " Dad repeated the old saying many times. Looking at his worried eyes, I had to say to him again, "Don't worry, Dad, I have only been to the county once." "But this time is different. You are going to study and stay there for a long time. " "Didn't you say you have a grandfather? Dad finally smiled confidently and said, "yes, I mean we must find them more." Remember to call home often and come back to see mom and dad when you are free. "But how much does the inch-long grass love the title of" Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly remembered home "in" Sanchunhui ",and I suddenly understood Li Bai's poem. Now, I don't know how far the train took me Outside the window, the bright moonlight poured quietly on my face like running water. Dear mom and dad, I know I will never finish reading your deep love for me. However, I still want to say to you affectionately: "Dad, mom, my daughter has grown up, I love you, and I will definitely live up to your expectations."