The rain topic composition 1 The sky is gray, a large number of dark clouds rush forward, and the sky gradually turns from bright to dark. Suddenly, heavy raindrops fell from the sky, accompanied by lightning and thunder, forming a small puddle on the ground. ...
At lunch, I leaned against the railing of the school and looked at the whole basketball court. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew the dark clouds in the sky straight over my head. Soon, there was no sunshine in the sky, and it was drizzling from the dark clouds. Then, a large amount of rain fell from the sky. Suddenly, screams came from the stadium, and I saw many small black spots scurrying under the eaves, and the whole stadium immediately became empty. Soon, the rain formed a thin stream on the road, gradually widened and enlarged, and finally became a small pool. However, some people are not afraid. Red dots, blue dots and green dots slowly appeared on the court ... and became a colorful picture. Looking at the students who have just returned to the classroom, they are all "soaked" and can take off their shoes and pour a basin of water! It can be seen that this "shower" really brought them a special "washing ceremony".
Rain has many faces. On rainy days, you can not only listen to all kinds of rain quietly, but also calm your mood; You can also wait and see the scenery outside the window to add some interest; Or, like God, vent the unhappiness of the whole day and let the bad mood be swept away; Or, in the rain, I remembered my childhood-rainy days are always children's "happy paradise". As long as it rains, we will call our friends, and everyone will rush into the rain, playing and fighting with each other, and no one will leave. Occasionally, we will lie on the ground, quietly watching a little rain, quietly listening to the sound of rain. ...
When I was a child, I was always happy in the rain. Now, without childlike innocence, I sometimes feel carefree and sometimes I feel disgusted. Maybe I feel different about rain at different times, but I always think that rain is a good tonic for the soul, which can wash the soul and calm the mood.
The ethereal and beautiful rain falls from the high sky, just like a few stars falling into the world, holy and beautiful. She washes the world and nourishes everything. She is selfless and asks for nothing in return. She brushed everything gently, gentle as a mother's love.
I was very headstrong when I was a child. One morning, my mother told me that it would rain today. I felt troublesome and didn't bring an umbrella. My mother said, "I don't have time to pick you up today. Be careful to get wet." I opened the door and went to school.
After school, I stretched out of the classroom. It's gray, and it's raining sparsely in Mao Mao. I said to myself: Never rain heavily, never rain heavily. I ran to the school gate with a lucky heart, but God seemed to go against my will. It's raining harder and harder, and there is fog everywhere. My classmates were all picked up by my parents, leaving me standing alone under the eaves at the school gate. Far away, I saw a figure coming here. Is it mom? As she got closer, I opened my eyes and saw that it wasn't my mother. A sense of loss filled my heart. Suddenly, I remembered what my mother said in the morning: "I don't have time to pick you up today, so be careful to get wet and go home." Mom, are you sure you won't pick me up?
It's getting dark, only the lights in the classroom are turned off one by one. I looked at the clock and the second hand ticked away. Just when I was about to be disappointed and ready to walk back by myself, I saw the familiar figure, and it was near! Very close! "Mom!" I ran over screaming. When my mother saw me, her nervous expression relaxed. She stepped forward quickly and handed me an umbrella. I found that my mother's clothes were more than half wet, like a water man. It turns out that my mother has long forgotten what made her angry in the morning. In the evening, she didn't come when I was supposed to go home. She was worried and came to me in a hurry.
Mother's love is like a drizzle, which moistens me selflessly and asks for nothing in return. Love is as gentle and selfless as ethereal, holy and beautiful rain. Give everything you have and expect nothing in return. Love in the rain, love in your heart, love everywhere. Let's cherish this selfless love.
My parents helped me when I was injured in the rain. When I am sad, strangers give me comfort; When I am helpless, my classmates care about me. What impressed me most was the love in the rain.
That afternoon, the students were listening in the classroom. Suddenly, the tree shook in the strong wind. At this moment, lightning flashed across the sky, thunder shook the earth, and rain beads whipped the earth like whips. I looked at the heavy rain outside the window and thought; It's over. I have no umbrella. what can I do? I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks-running around. Suddenly, I thought of her-a classmate who went home together. I had some trouble with her some time ago. I don't know her ... "After school, I stood at the school gate. I am at a loss in the face of heavy rain. " Let's go together. I have an umbrella. "Her familiar voice. I said shyly, "Well, I'm sorry." "Never mind, old friend." She said.
We walked hard in the rainstorm, and the beads of rain falling from the umbrella splashed on my pants, which soon got wet. When she saw it, she said to me, "I'm sorry, it's all because my umbrella is too small and your pants are wet." With that, she moved her umbrella to my side. Being shorter than me, she had to stand on tiptoe, and beads of rain as big as beans flowed across her cheeks. I accidentally fell down, so I quickly protected her. She shook her head and said, "Come on, don't keep your mother waiting." Suddenly, a warm current flowed all over the body. Soon, at the fork in the road, she turned left and I turned right. She said first, "You can have this umbrella, because my home is over there anyway." I waved at once and said, "No,no."
"Oh, just take it." Before I finished, she ran away. Her thin figure suddenly stood in my heart. Looking at the distant back, my eyes were moist.
The raindrops crackled on the umbrella, as if praising her, and I couldn't help thinking of the song in my ear: "accept my care and look forward to your smile." The herringbone structure supports each other ... "
Topic composition 4 It's still raining in the rain, and the road seems quieter than usual. I walked in the rain with an umbrella.
The rain scene is very beautiful, a kind of dreamlike beauty, which always makes people sigh the beauty of rain inadvertently.
A muddy car passed me. I just thought about how fast it was, and the splash sprayed all over me. Just now, my poetic mood suddenly disappeared and I was really disappointed.
Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly heard a slight groan from the opposite side. Looking up, I saw a light rain in front of me, as if it were foggy. The opposite seems far away from me. After all, I can't resist the curious nature, red light and green light, although I only see the round pot. But I can still see clearly. This road is on the left of the traffic lights. With the memory of walking over, I quickly constructed a topographic map in my mind.
Going forward is entirely intuitive, and every step is scary, for fear that a driver with no eyes will sound like honking his horn. In many headlights, I can still recognize that it is green for me at this time, and they are red.
When the music heard the curse, the sound of the weather was immediately confused. Why are adults so strange?
As a result, my mood has become worse, and I have no idea about what potatoes are. There are many people in front, as if something had happened. Walking in, I can finally see clearly that people in that circle seem to be pushing something. I was surprised when I squeezed into the crowd while I was short. There was an old woman lying in the circle, as if she had fallen down and gave a slight groan. I'm sure the groan I heard was his.
But people don't seem to want to help grandma get up, but they just fight around. Stare at grandma. I tried to help grandma up, but I held it in the air and put it down again. Everyone winked at each other and motioned for each other to help, but they dared not help grandma up! Yes, there has been a lot of blackmail recently. Help grandma up, maybe she will make a mistake. Who knows if it's true or not?
Suddenly, a girl stepped forward and reached out to help her up. People immediately took the girl's grandmother away and took her to the hospital. Everyone went together. I didn't go. I'm still thinking. I seem to understand something, but I don't know how to express it.
I seem to have grown a lot at once and learned a lot. ...
I live in the suburbs and go to school in the city. Every time I go home, my mother insists on sending me to the car. Only when the car is out of my mother's sight will she turn around and walk home slowly.
I remember once, it was raining in Mao Mao, and my mother held up a small umbrella to see me off. I am walking on a road full of rain, and cars come and go from time to time, and the passing cars can't help splashing some rain and mud. My mother and I had to dodge, so I was very upset. I had to speed up my steps to get to the station quickly, so I stepped up my pace. But somehow, my mother always gets ahead of me and flashes to my left or right from time to time, many times. I finally yelled at my mother angrily: "Every time I tell you not to send it, you have to send it. Just walking. Why do you always stop me when I get to the station, meet an acquaintance and see your appearance, just point at my back and throw my people away! " Me? I just want to help you stop the water spilled by the car. I'm afraid it will stain your clothes. "Mother said with her head down carefully. Look at the wet side. Mother, obviously old, raindrops fall on my heart.
Then I went home again. My mother didn't send me to the station anyway. As before, when it rains, she walks in front of me and blocks the water spilled by the car for me. The difference is that when I get to the station, she will stop and watch me leave silently. I know I hurt her, but it can't be undone. I really feel guilty!
Many times, we are often the easiest to distort the original intention of the family, but we don't know that everything parents do for their children has deep affection and love in every small and seemingly casual move.
Say a kind word from a friend:
What I want to say is: I hurt the people closest to me. I don't want the same thing to happen to my friends. Once it happens, I will feel guilty for a lifetime and can never make up for it, because family is the most precious.
June and August is the rainy season, and the whole city is particularly fresh and charming in the washing of rain. It's not, suddenly, it began to rain outside the window. ...
Suddenly I have an inexplicable impulse to play in the rain. So, go out of the house, pick up an umbrella at hand and blend into the rainy world.
Come to Beihu Square, wow, the original noisy Beihu Square also has a shy side! At this time, it was raining harder. The raindrops broke free from the arms of Mother Sky, playing in the air in glittering dance clothes, sometimes playfully banging on the windows of houses, sometimes showing off their beautiful faces, sometimes freely showing their graceful dances, and then drowning in the drunkenness of the city. Waves of wet wind sneaked in from under the umbrella and penetrated into my body through pores, which made me feel extremely cool and comfortable. Therefore, the umbrella has also become an obstacle for me to enjoy nature. I put away my umbrella and let the rain hit me, nourishing my skin.
Looking at one puddle after another, the sound of rain opened the door to memory. When I was a child, because my father worked not far from home and both my parents had to go to work, I was ordered to give my father an umbrella when it rained, so I didn't have to do my homework. This is really a great pleasure for me in grade one or two of primary school. I walked barefoot in the rain with a "huge" umbrella in my hand, kicking the rain accumulated on the road and splashing one after another. Just because I played with water like this, I walked a short distance for an hour and a half. After giving my umbrella to my father, because my father wouldn't let me play with water, I deliberately walked slowly and let him leave me behind so that I could play with water again. At that time, I thought "water" was so interesting that I turned my umbrella upside down to hold water in frustration! When my father tried to take me across the street, he found that I had left. As soon as I turned around, my eyes were numb and I was soaked to the skin. Wait until the next day, was taken to the hospital. ...
Billions of years have aged this nature, and billions of years have deepened this creature. Fifteen years have gradually made me understand the tears in the sky, the messenger connecting the heavens and the earth-rain.
Composition in the rain 7 Rain, still raining. I walked alone in the rain with a handful of antivir.
The gloomy and depressing gray sky covers the city sky like a big net. There are few pedestrians on the road, and occasionally a few passers-by pass by with their heads down, bringing a cold wind and some floating water droplets. I'm not in a hurry. I walk slowly in the rain. In this early winter season, there has been a chill, thin rain pierced the sky, and you squeezed me into the embrace of the earth. The tall buildings standing in the rain are gradually blurred, less indifferent and true, more soft and dreamy. As if hearing the sad complaints of the winter rain, the noisy city suddenly became quiet.
I walked leisurely in the rain. Suddenly, a dazzling fluorescent yellow came into my sight, and a straight figure came into my eyes. Is a traffic police, silently standing at the crossroads in the rain, seriously directing the traffic.
The rain ran down his hat brim and onto his raincoat, forming a thick water curtain. Although he is wearing a raincoat, you can see that he is soaked to the skin. The cold rain hit his face, and his expression was serious and dignified. A pair of bright eyes watched the cars coming from all directions. In such bad weather, I saw him calmly and meticulously directing traffic with his standard movements. Under his command, the vehicles on the road are running in an orderly way, without congestion and impatient car horns, and they are marching along their respective tracks in an orderly way.
I was lost in thought.
There are always a group of people in this bustling city. They are dedicated to the society, to everyone, and always stick to their jobs and work meticulously. They use these little things, their brave dedication and simple quality, and their fiery hearts to convey positive energy to us, and at the same time show the value of their lives.
Rain, pattering. As if it would never stop, I stood in the rain with an umbrella and stared at the vague but firm figure not far away. A cold wind blew and I was so excited that I came to my senses. Smiled, with a hint of warmth in my heart turned and walked in the direction of home.