Rainy Day Diary 1 "Tick-tock, tick-tock ..." Rain doll bounced up and slammed on the glass window. It sounds like a beautiful melody. Outside the window, a breeze blew, gently blowing the pink curtains outside the window, gently touching the string of white jade wind chimes, and gently touching my face. On the road, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians. Some of them wear colorful raincoats, and some hold light and exquisite umbrellas. ...
The drizzle is silky, fine and dense, floating freely in the wind, and a thin layer of yarn gently and softly covers this beautiful city. The grass and flowers on the roadside are so spiritual and satisfying. They stretch their tender bodies to meet the thin rain, just like young children sucking white milk in their mother's warm arms. Light rain gently washed away the dust on the leaves and the noise of the past. The leaves are like a new dress, so fresh and intoxicating ... gradually, the rain outside is getting louder and louder, like thousands of war horses neck and neck. At this time, I want to become a fairy, go into the rain and whisper to the rain-
It is raining! You should wake up gently, don't wake the night shift, and don't disturb the writer's thoughts. When we have already entered the sweet dream country, they are silently sticking to their posts and driving away fatigue and tiredness with persistence and selflessness.
It is raining! You should relax gently, don't wake the sleeping baby, don't disturb these weak little creatures, and let them enjoy the love and feelings of life in their own world, because he is the future and hope.
It is raining! You should take a gentle bath, let the flowers take a happy bath, feel warmth and happiness in the rainy world ... let the world be full of love and always have truth, goodness and beauty. ...
In the second diary, "Boom, Boom", I was doing my homework and heard my mother say, "It's going to rain, close the window." I put down my pen and closed all the windows in the room. Hardly had I closed the window when I heard the rain.
Being disturbed by the rain, I don't want to do my homework. I wanted to see the rain briefly, so I picked up a chair and sat on the balcony. I looked at the sky and thought, haha, it must be very cool tonight, so I don't need to turn on the air conditioner!
Raindrops the size of beans fell on the window, splashing crystal water. I stood at the window, fascinated. Through the rain curtain, I saw the flowers and trees downstairs straighten their trunks, erect their leaves and greedily drink the sweet rain. Look again, there are some children in the pavilion hiding from the rain!
After a while, the rain stopped, but the sky was still cloudy, as if God had caught a cold. I open the window, wow! A cool breeze is blowing, which is really cool!
Rainy day diary 3 Hua, Hua, I was awakened by this beautiful and moving song in my sleep. I can't wait to come to the window to enjoy the rain. The rain is beautiful. Look, it is as transparent as crystal, as round as pearl and as shiny as diamond.
Rain is naughty and lovely. Look, it rolls around on the glass, running and jumping, like a naughty child, ticking, as if to say: Look how free I am, envy me! The rain pays silently. It keeps drilling into the soil like milk, nourishing everything in the world, reminding me of an ancient poem: good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. It washes the sky like sapphire. I said, I can wash my face with a blue sky It's no exaggeration. It washes the air very fresh, it washes the green leaves more brightly, it washes the roads spotless and it makes the world cleaner.
Rain is beautiful; Very beautiful; It is naughty and lovely; It is lovely; Is to make the world cleaner; Is to make the world full of life.
I love you, Rain!
On Thursday, April 5, 4 XX, the weather was fine.
I always think the sky is the most beautiful, because there are angel wings; I always feel that I am the most beautiful, because I have shiny dancing shoes; I always think that nature is the most beautiful, because there is a beautiful music played by rain ... it's childish to rain!
I like listening to the sound of rain, like walking in the rain, and I like growing up with the unpredictable rain ... it's innocent and good! Most people hate rain, because rainy days always make people sad. In movies, at the moment of those tragedies, rain is always accompanied by tears. Is the sky sad for those poor people? Over time, rain has become synonymous with sadness. But I like the rain, and I appreciate it. Rain, what a short life, heaven and earth, but only a short moment, everything is like second time around, fragmented. It is the fading of the rain again. I like rain. It seems to come just for landing, so sad. ...
"Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently", the rain is still so lovely and unknown, falling on the petals, as if the swallow fluttered its wings at first; It glides across the grass like a free and easy poem. I think, at this moment, how happy farmers should be ... when it rains, it is sunny!
The sultry summer night makes people feel a little anxious and difficult to sleep. Suddenly, a little raindrop played a movement, just like a few quivering stars on the dark night curtain. If not, tick-tock, tick-tock, "Little baby, go to sleep quickly, the night has come ..." The gentle cradle in the wind and rain will accompany you to sleep, reminding people that "this song should only be in the sky, and it is rare to smell it on earth!" No one can stop the dream. Unconsciously, a naughty light climbed up the window and it was dawn. Open the window and take a deep breath. It's so fresh and sweet ... sunny and rainy!
Composition evaluation: the beginning is in the form of parallelism, highlighting "I"' s longing for rain with strong momentum and concise language, and deepening the theme with the end of "opening the window, taking a deep breath, so fresh and so sweet" echoing the beginning ... sunny and rainy. Homework endows rain with human emotions and fascinates people with the freshness and romance of rain.
Listen, what's that noise?
Is it the wind? Or the rain? No, it's a chorus of tears and rain.
Standing by the window alone, staring at the rain, drop by drop, as if dripping on my heart, drop by drop.
There was another kind of "wordiness" in my ear: "Huang, it's cold, so you should put on more clothes." Remember to wear gloves in the cold morning and warm shoes at night. Pay more attention, don't catch a cold ... ",thinking of these, my nose is sour and my eyes are full of crystal tears. "Mom, it's cold, you should pay more attention to your health. Don't catch cold. " This may seem like nagging to others, but after all, it is your parents' concern for you.
Why do I often cry? That's because my thoughts are not intermittent. Mom, no matter how busy you are, you will call me. Although you say the same thing every time, it represents your love for me! I will keep your love in my heart.
The rain outside the window is getting bigger and bigger, and the "rain" in my eyes is getting bigger and bigger, gathering into a rolling Yellow River. Tears jumped out like a group of naughty and mature children. Rain, why do you rain, mom, why do you take care of me?
Today, I finally understand that it is your love for me, a special kind! Flowers, it's raining, and the rain falls deeply on my heart. Drop ... drop ...
Diary of a rainy day 6 In a sentimental town in the south of the Yangtze River, I once met a gentle spring rain.
There is a story about the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, which contains the fragmented memories of those lonely and bitter people like violets. Later, after reading a dream of red mansions, I read that Miaoyu made tea with snow from plum blossoms picked five years ago, only to know that the rain in the south of the Yangtze River was probably suitable for wine making. Wine and tea are different and need stronger feelings, so the old days are constantly fermenting, and the sweet air in the south of the Yangtze River is filled with faint fragrance. Since this wine can't be forgotten, it's better to live in that memory.
Many years later, I remembered the childlike past when I wanted to make wine with rain, and my heart was filled with emotion. I just know I can't go back, no matter how painful it is to lose it. For a long time later, I was often as irritable as a little lion, and I would rush into the downpour desperately, trying to blur my vision. However, those countless raindrops are not my barrier to isolation from the world. They form a huge operating lamp. Under such strong light, my embarrassment and unbearable are magnified a little.
In fact, the world is very cold. Words are sharp arrows, but I have no shield. The world is absurd. Their eyes are always blinded by their self-righteous sense of justice Dressed in the cloak of benevolence and morality, they are cocky and complacent, imagining how noble and beautiful they are. The little prince's rose can only grow in B-6 12, because her thorns are not enough to protect her from this dangerous world. What about me? I don't know. "The end of every story is nothing more than parting, always parting." Every injury is just another parting. Without reunion, there will only be new injuries and new parting. Maybe it's just a habit.
Diary on a rainy day One day after school, Jia Jia and I went home together. They met an aunt holding a boy waiting for the bus. Suddenly, it began to rain cats and dogs. Raindrops as big as peas hit aunts and boys. Perhaps the rain was too cold and the boy burst into tears. Aunt hugged the boy anxiously.
Jia Jia and I happened to see this scene, so we rushed to lift the umbrella over the head of the aunt and the boy. Aunt turned around and said gratefully, "Thank you." I just said to Jia Jia, "You're welcome."
Rainy day diary 8 rainy days are suitable for memories and associations, which can be traced back to the past. You can also think about the future. It seems that there are many blue elves in rainy days, giving the world new life.
Rain is the soul of water, singing happily among green trees, jumping among lotus leaves and playing music in the river. All this seems to be able to get rid of the glitz of the world and tell the poems of thousands of years. All this seems to be cleaning people's hearts and purifying people's minds. Friends! When you walk in the Woods after the rain, please listen carefully to the sound of raindrops and flowers.
Didi Didi, the rain drops on the lotus leaf, and the lotus leaf keeps bowing its head, which makes my heart ache. I asked the lotus leaf,' Does it hurt?' Lotus leaf said; No, I think it's a massage. Even he won't bow to those who violate it. He will only raise his noble head to meet the storm.
Like a farmer who will never get tired, the river keeps running forward. And the arrival of rain will make him more excited. The river makes one cry after another, as if singing. At that moment, my heart has been shaking.
I threw my umbrella aside and let the rain fall on me drop by drop. Rain is innocent.
Rain is so magical and changeable. Like a light cloud for a while, like a long embroidery needle for a while, like many big soybeans for a while, and jumping in the air like a few lovely elves for a while. ...
I remember one day in the summer vacation, I finally couldn't stand the loneliness of air conditioning and ran out of the house. Somehow, it suddenly got dark and the wind blew. The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the leaves on the ground are spinning into the air for carnival. Suddenly, a white and golden light appeared in the sky-lightning! Then, a few loud noises-thunder! After a while, raindrops falling like beans scared me to run straight home. But I didn't know that it was raining harder and harder. Just for a moment, I was soaked to the skin, and the momentum of the downpour became more and more fierce. Lightning and thunder seem to have exploded the pot, and it seems to be playing from time to time. It's been raining. When will it stop? The road under your feet seems to be getting longer and longer. Why can't you run?
Along the way, I was almost frightened. The thunder was so loud that my heart almost jumped out of my throat. In the darkness, the instant light from lightning dotted the darkness with a ray of light. Taking advantage of this ray of light, I keep running!
Rainy day diary 10 I like rain and I appreciate it.
Rain, what a short life, heaven and earth, but only a short moment, everything is like second time around, fragmented. It is the fading of the rain again. I like rain. It seems to come just for landing, so sad. ...
"Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently", the rain is still so lovely and unknown, falling on the petals, as if the swallow fluttered its wings at first; It glides across the grass like a free and easy poem. I think, at this moment, how happy farmers should be ... when it rains, it is sunny!
The sultry summer night makes people feel a little anxious and difficult to sleep. Suddenly, a little raindrop played a movement, just like a few quivering stars on the dark night curtain. If not, tick-tock, tick-tock, "Little baby, go to sleep quickly, the night has come ..." The gentle cradle in the wind and rain will accompany you to sleep, reminding people that "this song should only be in the sky, and it is rare to smell it on earth!" No one can stop the dream. Unconsciously, a naughty light climbed up the window and it was dawn. Open the window and take a deep breath. It's so fresh and sweet ... sunny and rainy!
Rain is an angel's tears and a pure heart. It is the most unique in the world.