One day, my neighbor Mrs. Ruth bought a batch of new roses, and I went to her house to look after them. This new kind of rose stands out from the crowd: it looks a bit like a star from a distance and a bit like the sun from a close look. It is golden, and it shines with dew in the morning. Really beautiful! I was deeply attracted by this beautiful flower and couldn't take my eyes off it.
I wish I had this beautiful flower! But I know it's hard to find. Other people's things can't be yours. Once, Uncle Burton bought a lot of black chrysanthemums and invited me to his house to enjoy the flowers.
Walking into the garden, I felt as if I were in layers of black waves, like a silent girl's curly hair. How beautiful! I went to the flower and observed it carefully. I found that the only fly in the ointment was that the black chrysanthemum lacked natural luster and its leaves were a little sunken. I think: this black chrysanthemum must be short of water and fertilizer, and I must protect it.
So, I picked up the watering can and gently sprinkled water on the flowers. The leaves absorbed water, raised their heads proudly and smiled gratefully at me. I brought fertilizer to fertilize the flowers. After a few days, the black chrysanthemum showed natural luster and reappeared beautiful colors. I jumped with excitement! This is me, an observant, diligent and selfless person.
In the 2026 China Expo, an oversized peony flower was displayed. This peony flower is more than 10 square meters in size, and there are hundreds of peony flowers: red, yellow, blue, green, purple and brown ... each flower is as big as a washbasin and exudes attractive fragrance. It's amazing! This is a new variety I cultivated. For it, I forgot to eat and sleep, read many books on flower planting, consulted dozens of experienced teachers, studied the growth process of thousands of flowers in the world, and cultivated them with the latest grafting technology, the most suitable sunshine, the most suitable humidity, the most suitable temperature and the most suitable fertilizer. This is me, who loves thinking, is not afraid of difficulties, dares to accept challenges and climbs the peak of science forever.
This is me 20 years later. In my ordinary post, I am brave and upright, able to withstand the temptation, good at observation, careful and hardworking, selfless dedication, love to use my brain, not afraid of difficulties, dare to accept challenges, climb the peak of science forever, surpass myself in the ordinary and achieve impressive results! Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a flash, 20 years have passed and I have grown up. Looking back at my alma mater, I can't help but miss it deeply. I really want to go back and see it.
Do it. I had nothing to do this afternoon, so I went to my alma mater. When I came to the door, I looked, hey, why are there no robot guards? After that, the door opened automatically. Strange, how can it open automatically? Do you know me? This is, when Teacher Lu came over, I asked her. She told me, "This is because there is a hidden monitor above the door, which can tell whether you are a good person or a bad person. So even if there are no robot guards, there will be no bad people entering our school, and the school will feel safe. It suddenly dawned on me, so that's it. I can't help but admire: my alma mater has changed a lot.
At some point, we came to the classroom. I looked inside. Hey, why are there no students? It turns out that all students are invisible in class, because in this way, classes can be as interesting as watching movies, and they can also learn knowledge. This kind of movie-like learning is very popular with students, so all students love learning and their academic performance is among the best. After that, I came to the playground. What I saw was a very beautiful garden with many flowers and trees, like an ocean, which made people feel relaxed and happy.
I am intoxicated with it. After a while, I came to my senses and asked Teacher Lu, "Now the grass playground has become a garden. What should students do in class? " Teacher Lu didn't answer. He took me to the place where I sat on the flying carpet and took the flying carpet to the top of the school. I asked curiously, "What did you bring me here for?" Teacher Lu still did not answer. She pushed me forward, and I walked in, and suddenly it was like walking into another world. I saw the grassy playground, but there were still no students. I saw teacher Lu press the "playground" button and the playground came out. Besides, many students are having a good time. I asked the teacher, "Why didn't you see the students just now?" "Because what you just saw is an imaginary playground, the real playground will only appear when you press the button.
There are many buttons here. The playground is just a place where students do morning exercises and have classes. Press "football field" if you want to play football, and press "basketball court" if you want to play basketball. "Teacher Lu proudly said to me.
After listening to this, I nodded and couldn't help admiring: "The alma mater is really great and developing too fast. China's economy is amazing! " Yes, China's economy is developing rapidly. As long as we study hard, we will certainly create more and better societies in the future! Three nights, quietly, a bright moon hung in the air, so bright and twisted. I lay in bed, looking up at the dark blue night sky, thinking of my dear hometown twice. What will my hometown be like in 20 years? I fell asleep in deep thought. Twenty years later, I graduated from the School of Economics and Management of Harvard University, and also studied for a master's degree and a doctorate. After graduation, after years of efforts, I became the president of a company. But I can't forget the soil and water in my hometown, and I can't forget the infinite hope that the people in my hometown have placed on me. So I flew back to my long-missed hometown. The car runs along the road. Looking out through the window, I saw tall buildings on both sides of the road springing up like mushrooms after rain. High-rise buildings are strewn at random, with different shapes, some towering, some small and exquisite, some colorful, some simple and elegant.
Hey, what's that? Many colored bricks form several big circles. Ribbons, hot air balloons, roofs and everything, triangular, octagonal and conical.
"What is this place?" .
2. Story composition of raindrops and flowers 350 words A small white bud looks bleak in the middle.
"Hey, who is this? Grow like this? " Rose held her head high, as if she hadn't given up.
Rose saw that Bud didn't answer, so she slapped her hard: "Still not talking, right?" I tell you, it is a blessing to talk to me in this life! "
Here is the dying bud, and on the other side is the laughter of roses and sisters. Thanks to a timely rain, the little bud survived.
I don't know why, but the little bud didn't bloom, and it became a laughing stock in the eyes of roses. "Flowers can't bloom, but they are also called flowers?" You are such a scum! Look at me. Look at me. "Say, rose out of the bright red and delicate flowers, to show off.
The rose is old, but the small bud has not yet bloomed. On this day, the rainstorm came, and Rose was very helpless. Ross shouted, "God, don't look at it! I am so beautiful, do you have the heart? If you really want to die, you have to let that ugly guy die first! "
However, the rose died, but the little bud stubbornly survived. After the rain, the sun came out and the little bud became a beautiful lily. She saw, saw the rainbow on the horizon in the distance, as beautiful as lilies.
If you don't understand why you want to take the rainbow as the theme, I can explain it to you: comparing a small bud to a rainbow means that any beauty will come after the storm.
I don't know whether I want to use all those materials or just choose one. I came from my own understanding ~ this fairy tale was written by myself. Hope to adopt ~ ~ Yao =3=
3. Write a narrative with Story in the Rain, with a hint of coolness and drizzle, like a girl's long hair.
This street has lost its former noise and is sparsely populated. Walking alone in the depressed street, my heart is as calm as a polished mirror.
Let the big drops of rain fall without an umbrella, because I feel relaxed and chic. A burst of footsteps from far and near, I realized that there was more than one "fool" on this cold road.
She is a beautiful girl, and the sea blue windbreaker is even more brilliant in the rain. Suddenly, she fell down.
I walked quickly almost without thinking. I'm really proud of my compassion. I just reached out and shrank back, because I saw her eyes full of surprise, incomprehension and inexplicable anger.
Maybe she misunderstood and I bent down again. This time she was really angry and her eyes were colder; Staring at me hard, then, I vomited a few words that I couldn't hear clearly and left covered in mud.
It suddenly occurred to me that girls in this city are very wary of men, especially young men like me. I stayed and became a statue.
I really feel sorry for myself. She left, in the street full of water, her face was full of firmness, and the blue trench coat finally turned into a blue shadow.
Maybe tonight, she will tell her family a heroic story of a weak woman fighting against the bad guys! Thanks, landlord
4. Ask for a short essay about the story in the rain. Rain, mother and heart.
After a few muffled thunder, the rain and wind poured out of the window telling the language between heaven and earth. Snapped, the wind broke through the window with rain, hit the manuscript paper and splashed on my face, waking me up at my desk. I looked at the watch on my wrist. It was almost 7 o'clock. I looked up, as if it was raining, and I couldn't stop for a while. Just open the lantern exhibition paper and rewrite the unfinished draft at your desk.
Ding Lingling ... Ding Lingling ... Suddenly, the telephone rang. Who will find someone after working here? I'm whispering. I was surprised when I answered the phone. On the phone, a colleague told me that my mother was waiting for me in the duty room below with rain gear. It turned out that my 80-year-old mother braved the overwhelming storm to send rain gear when she saw that I hadn't come home from work! I ran three steps from the third floor to the duty room on the first floor. I saw my mother waiting there with a raincoat in one hand and an umbrella in the other. Rain dripped from her gray hair from time to time ... My eyes were hot and I felt guilty. "Mom, it's raining so hard, how can you ..." I really can't express my complicated feelings at this moment, so I had to swallow my words in half and take out my handkerchief to wipe the rain on my head and face for my mother.
"This god is really of, how it happened that it rained at this time. I see you didn't bring rain gear when you went out at noon. It's so late, the meal is cold, so I just waited by and stopped by. " Mother said as she put the umbrella in my hand. "Vivi and her mother didn't come home at this time. It seems that they were also blocked by the rain at school, right? I'll send these raincoats by the way. " "Mom, don't worry about such a heavy rain. I told them to hire a tricycle to go home. " I quickly stopped my mother to persuade.
Mother is illiterate and still doesn't know how to call. Although she doesn't know what "family virtue" and "social morality" mean, she always inherits this traditional virtue of the Chinese nation and is firmly rooted in her mind.
Mother is an ordinary person. Ordinary is like a grass on the roadside, a wisp of cloud floating in the sky, a drop of spray jumping on the sea ... Perhaps, love is the nature of all mothers, but mothers have been kind to others all their lives while loving their families. It is precisely because of this nature that she has a long life, less illness and no disaster. Doing housework, managing the house diligently, loving children and others are all the contents of my mother's life. I never mix them with fakes, and sometimes I feel puzzled about tolerance. In my hometown in the countryside, my mother is very popular and rarely blushes with others. In particular, my mother's generosity, tolerance and kindness have won an excellent reputation among her neighbors in the four townships. I remember that in that "unprecedented" era, the melons and fruits that my mother worked so hard to grow were "stolen" several times by the poor, widowed and poor big boys in the village. I clearly saw the whole process of "stealing", but my mother turned around again and again without collision. When I was panting for his theory, my mother stopped me and warned me: don't be so rude at home; His family is also difficult! Why else would you do that? The reason is self-evident. My mother's practice and inculcation have benefited me a lot in my later life. When I encounter unfair treatment, especially difficulties and setbacks, I can treat it with a normal heart, handle it calmly and tide over the difficulties. Later, my mother moved to the county with me, but her kind nature of helping others hasn't changed at all. After housework, she ran up and down 100 public stairs, which became the "health responsibility area" contracted by her. All day, she either swept the floor or washed, and bit by bit wiped off the sputum stains and stains on the stairs, railings and handrails. Whether it's hot or cold, nine years is like one day, and I won't pull a day until I move again. Sometimes when there is no water in summer, my mother simply carries water from downstairs to upstairs to wash the corridor step by step. Whenever I worry that she will accidentally fall down and persuade her not to be tired or let me come, she always smiles and says, "I feel comfortable when I am old." Mother's language has always been so unpretentious and reasonable. Therefore, my mother became the most respected person in the corridor. ...
The rain is getting smaller and smaller, but it's still raining. But my mother wanted to send a raincoat to my wife and daughter, so I had to call a tricycle to drive my mother. Looking at my mother who has gone away on a rainy day, my eyes are hazy. ...
5. Write a narrative with The Story in the Rain, revealing a little coolness, and the drizzle is like a girl's long hair. Get lost in the street
Noise during the day makes pedestrians scarce.
Walking alone in the depressed street, my heart is as calm as a polished mirror. Na Ren Dida
I didn't take an umbrella when it rained, because I felt relaxed and chic.
A burst of footsteps from far and near, I realized that there was more than one "on this cold road".
Fool. "She is a beautiful girl, and the sea blue trench coat is even more brilliant in the rain.
Suddenly, she fell down.
I walked quickly almost without thinking. I'm really proud of my compassion.
Just reached out and shrank back, because I saw her eyes full of surprise, no
Solution, and inexplicable anger.
Maybe she misunderstood and I bent down again. Now she is really angry, even more angry.
Cold eyes; Stared at me hard, and then, I vomited a few words that I couldn't hear clearly, covered in mud.
The water is gone.
It suddenly occurred to me that girls in this city are very wary of men, especially young people like me.
That man.
I stayed and became a statue.
I really feel sorry for myself.
She left, in the street full of water, her face was full of firm, blue trench coat.
Finally turned into a blue shadow.
Maybe tonight, she will tell her family a heroic story of a weak woman fighting against the bad guys!
Thanks, landlord
6. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of "Stories in the Rain". I like the wind, the warm and comfortable sea breeze in the south and the biting cold wind in the north, all of which make me deeply moved and romantic! However, I prefer rain, the falling rain of lightning and thunder in the south, and the autumn rain in the north all make me sad and lingering, so my screen name is Storm Beauty! I like rain, like it as pure as water, as hazy as clouds, as hazy as fog.
I also like to walk alone in the street in the drizzly dusk, following the rhythm of the rain; I like the feeling of rain dripping quietly on my body. It was a very gentle touch, just like a pair of hands caressing me gently. I like autumn rain, especially the beautiful moment when raindrops splash on the ground and splash.
It seems that all rainy songs have sad stories, and I am listening to the sound of rain and experiencing every rainy story on this rainy night. There are few pedestrians in Qingxin Street, which is very clean and quiet.
A tree in the street has been blown by the autumn wind and washed by the autumn rain, and leaves are floating down from the branches one by one, adding a bit of tranquility and deep breath to the air. Autumn stirs heartstrings, autumn wind disturbs thoughts, autumn moon gives birth to feelings, autumn rain lingers, and autumn leaves are beautiful.
I like sitting alone in front of the window on rainy days, quietly meditating and feeling silently ... The rain outside the window drips in my heart like tears, quietly listening to the dripping rain, and suddenly a trace of inexplicable melancholy rises in my heart. Tears in my heart are long and lingering, mixed with a little melancholy and helplessness. Rain is the sad tears of the clouds. When the clouds are cloudy, my heart always cries lonely and lonely. It is a heart rain that falls from my heart.
No matter what kind of story, it will be unforgettable when it rains. Rain has a magic power: it can diffuse into a mood, penetrate into an atmosphere and engrave a memory.
Of course, sometimes it can be a disaster. Breaking up is always on rainy days. Why does it have to be rainy? When it rains, the rain is cool, when it rains, it is gray and cold, and when it rains, it is sad.
I don't know when I started. I am addicted to my own world on the Internet and don't want to communicate with others. I like to stay quietly in noisy chat rooms and be surrounded by strange names. Nobody cares about my loneliness.
And I, just a trance-like shadow, wandering in this familiar chat room, let the years fall into my indifferent eyes. .
I like the night, and I like to write my mood online at night. I'm so lonely, totally my own.
I like to read affectionate articles on the Internet, write some sad words, and use words to understand a person. I like to listen to my heart, and I am shocked by the collision of connected souls.
When my soul, and I silently opposite, I finally know, get rid of all the constraints of the secular, an indifferent leisurely life is how not enviable. Don't worry about the world, don't fight for fame and fortune, and add elegance to life.
The exquisite beauty of "flying freely is as light as a dream, and the drizzle is as fine as sorrow", enjoy life and be the transcendent elegance of nature's bosom friend.
Once upon a time, I always thought that if I put my mind at ease in the love world I created, I would be safe, unable to get in or out. From then on, I never expect to touch the wonderful world of the internet. I won't bother anyone, and I won't get hurt. I will sow and reap gently. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, this seems to be a far-fetched idea. In my mind, it is like a post station on a long road, the end of a long life, and a pure land in my heart; This is not an affectation, but a sincere desire. A person is a little lonely, but his heart is free, not trapped in the world of mortals, and relatively lofty and refined. Nothing is difficult in the world, so why bother yourself. Let go of your mood and get a peaceful, peaceful and free mood.
Rain washed away the glitz in people's hearts, cleaned up the chaos of heaven and earth and calmed people's mood. Sometimes, it is raining outside, but the sun is shining in my heart; Sometimes, it is sunny outside, but it is raining.
There are many things in the world for you to taste in comparison. The heart is clear, and the rain is clear; When the heart is raining, sunny is also rain.
The rain fell asleep and my heart danced with it.
2. I began to like the rain.
The buildings outside the window are getting taller every day, and I can't help but get a little bored when I look at them: a whole square building is neither interesting nor beautiful, but it hides the rare continuous greenery in a distant city. What is even more unhappy is that the machine keeps roaring all day. At first, I couldn't help myself. I often got up at night and looked at the culprit who quarreled with me. It was boring. Gradually found that it is not the same as rain.
Whatever it is. Rain will make the scenery hazy. As the saying goes, if you don't see it, you won't be confused.
Rain will wash away the noise in the ear, even if it is lightning and thunder all night, it is also a beautiful dream. This is the voice of nature, what a comfortable feeling, far different from the heavy and monotonous sound of machinery.
It rained all night, and I couldn't help sighing: "It rained at dawn, where are the traces!" Yes, where are the marks? Where are the traces? So many distant people have disappeared, and the idea of temporary places of interest has disappeared, but the sound of rain is still the same, as always. Poets sing the rain: celebrities have tasted the rain; Tourists enjoy it; The singers praised them one after another.
Sometimes walking in the street with an umbrella, I can't help but put down my umbrella and take a bath, looking at the warm things falling from the horizon. After the rain, the world returned to normal, prosperous and quiet, as always dazzling and mediocre.
I picked a green leaf with an umbrella to play with, and I was still thinking secretly just now. Did the rain in Mao Mao make you miss anything? I still remember how excited I was to touch the dripping rain on the windowsill; Remember, I used to scream and play in the puddle; Remember, every other one
7. What color are the raindrops? (Note: This composition is the final exam of Grade Three, and it requires a fairy tale with "lion, fish, mouse, peacock, dog, duckling, tree, morning glory, grass and raindrop" as the leading role. What color are the raindrops? One day, a small fish, a mouse, a peacock, a dog and a duckling came to the forest. The small fish said. No sooner had the fish finished than it suddenly began to rain. The dog said, shall we take shelter from the rain under the lush tree? Everyone happily came to chat under the tree, and everyone talked about a topic: what color is the raindrop?
The dog said, "raindrops are green, because rain can turn small trees and grass into green." Peacock said, "No, no, raindrops are white, because raindrops can turn pear flowers into white."
The little mouse jumped up and said, "raindrops are yellow, because raindrops can turn wild flowers into yellow and rice into golden yellow, so raindrops are yellow." The fish said, "The raindrops I see are blue. I swim in the water every day and see that the water is white. But the river turned blue after the rain, so I said the raindrops were blue. " The duckling said, "No, the raindrops are yellow. I saw that the water turned yellow after the rain flowed to the stream. I saw that the raindrops were red, because raindrops made the roses bright red. "
After a while, the rain stopped. Grandpa lion walked up to the small animal and said, "raindrops are transparent and colorless." What you are talking about is that the rain drops in different places and different scenes. " Small animals play hide-and-seek happily, and eagles catch chickens in transparent rain.
After returning home, the little animals are thinking, this is really an interesting day.
8. The composition of raindrops in spring is 400 words "Didi, Didi", and the spring rain has fallen. Raindrops, like ox hair and flower needles, fluttered down like a group of naughty children. Raindrops are as soft as gauze, nourishing everything without making a sound. The raindrops in spring are the melody of nature. They command everything and are serious at all times. But when they are human, they will be with you. It singing in the trees, write "Mi"; It whirled on the river, and there was a "pull" ... playing a Katie Qu. Spring rain is the spirit of flowers. It gives flowers a special gift: it gives rose wine; It gave an almond a hearty meal; It gives peach a delicious drink; It also produces pear blossoms, cherry blossoms and winter jasmine ... the milk of the earth. It saw flowers chewing their mouths and greedily sucking the milk of the earth. After a while, flowers rushed to open, with red, yellow, white and purple ... crowded the garden, which was the best gift for spring raindrops. The raindrops in spring are the messengers of spring. It rustled and smiled. It makes willows inlaid with emeralds and flutters with the wind; It makes crops grow green and strong; It looks at everything with a new eye, in order to welcome the beautiful spring. The raindrops in spring moisten the earth, and it silently gives everything to itself. I reached out to play with the raindrop, and it was in my hand. It's beautiful, isn't it? I have always liked its elegance, detachment and faint bitterness. I have always appreciated its poetry of "moistening things silently". I guess it's a fairy, just for a clean world and a clean soul.