Outside the window of 1, the rain falls quietly, the ground is as smooth as a mirror against the color of the sky, and the trees seem to be lush because of the cold weather! The dripping rain on the eaves reminds me of the philosophy of life! In such a rainy day, it will be romantic and poetic to hold up an oil umbrella for you alone or walk alone in the rain! It's getting dark, and the sun can't move.
Make a pot of tea, recall a time of tasting alone, and deposit all the memories in your heart. In the coming year, I will salvage the artistic conception after memory precipitation with you. With the sound of rain, time flies like water and the years are silent. March, like a sharp arrow, disappeared without a trace before leaving any reflection. If April in Youlong is mixed with cold rain, we will meet.
Over time, the face will grow old, the scenery will change, and the memory will be blurred. Nothing can be young forever except love. If there is nothing else in my life, I will pack some clean clothes and leave as soon as I say, and be a real wandering poet.
Along the way, I miss words when I am idle, when I am tired, and when I am hurt, so I occasionally write words, watching the years drift quietly along the direction of words, and when I am tired, I pick up a few quiet ones and go to sleep. If you are injured, pick a few aftertaste and complain about a period of injury, and time will slow down. If you are in pain, choose a few insights and warn yourself of your words and deeds. Then, everything will pass, because all the emotions written will be transferred.
April, a rainy season, will be completed without fear of wind and rain. When the rumor comes true, the expectation comes true. All the articles are written to see yourself in the future again!
It's raining, and it's raining again Yesterday, the next day was not enough, and today it came again. These two days have completely messed up my plan. I was going to go out to play, but I was disturbed by the rainy day, and I didn't even have the mood to play. But I thought of a way to entertain myself.
When I was in primary school, I once learned a text by Yang, which said that reading in rainy days is a very pleasant thing. I don't know why I thought of this sentence. But when I learned that message, I thought, is this true? Rainy days themselves make people fidget, and reading those boring books will kill people. I will try it that day.
But after a long time, I forgot to remember today, so I'll try. I have nothing to do anyway. So I took a book at random from the shelf. Inadvertently glanced at the title of the book, my heart trembled slightly. Oh, my God, are you kidding? This is Yang Wenxuan.
I don't care if I play with you. I unhurriedly opened the book and began to read. I was attracted by the wonderful story in the book before I read a few pages. Reading today is really a sleepless night. Mom called for dinner, but I didn't hear her.
I spent the whole day reading this book today and benefited a lot. It seems that reading in rainy days is really a pleasant thing.
Excellent Composition in Rainy Days 3 Network Synthesis-Excellent Composition for Junior Two Students: Rainy Days
★ The following is an article about the excellent composition of junior two students: rainy days. I hope you like it!
It's raining hard and the wind is blowing hard, but I'm walking quietly. ...
I just finished the exam a few days ago, and now I have to get my report card. I am particularly worried about not doing well in the exam, so I am already very depressed. Walking in the street with his head buried, the rain blew on his face. I am not in the mood to pay attention to it at all, let alone hold an umbrella. I just walked silently, as if there was a stone floating in my heart.
Walking in the classroom on the third floor, I looked at every classmate, and every classmate's face seemed to be uneasy. At this time, my heart became more impetuous. I looked out of the window. It is raining harder than before, and the wind is blowing harder. My heart is cold.
When the teacher came into the classroom, his face was very ugly and my heart was pounding. The teacher was handing out the report card. When he called me, I was holding the report card in my hand and didn't dare to look at the red mark. My deskmate grabbed my report card and said, "You did really well in the exam!" I grabbed my report card and was shocked. I thought to myself: much better than I expected! The stone hanging in my heart also fell to the ground. Suddenly I looked out of the window, and the rain was getting smaller and smaller. ...
Walking on my way home, the rain stopped. Panic for a week, the result is so unexpected.
The rain stopped and my heart calmed down. ...
When the index on the thermometer whizzed up, mosquitoes quietly attacked and watermelons rolled in, I realized the arrival of Xia Gongzi.
The sultry air is like a steamer, and the sweat on my face falls one by one and crosses my cheeks. The old fan in the classroom is rickety, but a little wind still can't blow away our sweat. Looking at the bright sunshine outside the window, my heart seems to be weak, and I feel that the light is so dazzling-I really feel like a wisp of smoke, about to disappear in this moxibustion-hot stove.
Sunlight splashes like Mars. It makes me feel naked in front of it. I hate this intense stare. But it is like a shadow, no matter where I go, I can't escape from its palm. It peeks into your heart indefinitely, as if to glance at your heart, so that you can't escape.
Manic heat for a few days, it turned out that the wind and rain were ready to go.
Rain falls like white fog and light smoke, and it surrounds all around. A muffled thunder "coax" woke me up, and a lightning "brake" cut me, and the long-suppressed heart brake suddenly opened, just like Pangu chaos opened heaven and earth.
Gently put your face out of the window, and a few drops of elves sneaked into your collar along your hair, cold to your heart ... It lingered with the rain outside the window, and a gust of wind blew, splashed on my face with rain, and a drop of rain beads fell straight down your face and cheeks. ...
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, from the original raindrops to raindrops, which "tick" on the ground, splashing round after round of ripples, constantly regenerating layer after layer, washing away the dust and leaving Ming Che. Outside the window at this time, the white fog of the world was dimly caged and could not be caught, allowing it to rise freely.
I close my eyes and let the coolness rise from my heart to my face, and then into the air. ...
The weather is like a big family, and rainy days are one of them. Tick-tock ... there is a beautiful and melodious rain outside. Oh, it's raining in Mao Mao. Maybe it's a stunt on a rainy day. Roof, floor. Everything has become a wonderful piano, and the fluttering rain is countless dexterous and soft fingers, playing one elegant ditty after another. For four days in a row, it didn't come home on rainy days. When it was on guard, it had stopped, got out of the car and hid, but didn't go home. This is a naughty boy.
When it rains, it becomes a beautiful picture. Countless water drops fall from the sky and jump happily, like a child who has never been out, falling to the ground and jumping happily, splashing bubbles. No matter how heavy it rains, hardworking people still work hard as usual, opening stores, selling vegetables and going to work ... because they have responsibilities and have families behind them, their efforts and efforts are all aimed at making their families happier.
Rain moistens the land, everything and even our hearts. If it rains, please don't turn it away. Please don't complain about the wet weather. It's really annoying You can listen quietly and watch quietly, and you will find that because of the rain, our water source will not be less, but more. Then you will see that everything wakes up, the soil is covered with green grass, the little head stretches out as far as the eye can see, and the flowers are blooming. It's really beautiful. It makes you feel that the world is so beautiful and so fragrant.
At eight o'clock in the morning, I jumped out of bed with messy hair, and the big bed next to me was empty? d？ D parents have gone out, and the sense of loss arises spontaneously. Today is my birthday.
I went downstairs to eat breakfast at the table. The living room window is not closed. It's raining, and the cool wind blows with the rain, which makes me shudder unconsciously. The wind blew away the message on the dinner table, so I didn't have to read it. For ten years, the note has been written: children, parents go to work first, remember to have breakfast.
I eat breakfast alone every morning, sometimes not only in the morning, but also at noon and evening. I am the only one on this table, without happiness, companionship and warmth, only loneliness accompanies me.
Ding! Who is ringing the doorbell? Stand on tiptoe and look at the cat's eye on the door. The man is wearing a mask and there is a woman with long hair behind him. Who could it be? Dressed like this early in the morning.
"Who are you?" I didn't open the door and asked doubtfully through the door.
"Let you open the door."
Hey! This sound is so familiar! By the way, it's dad. I suddenly realized. I quickly opened the door, and my disappointed and sad heart was excited again.
"Today is your birthday. We will come back to have breakfast with you ... "My parents chatted happily.
Sitting at the dining table, the family is laughing happily. It's still raining outside the window. The sound of rain is really beautiful!
Autumn has come, and there are more autumn rains, which last for two or three days. You see, the raindrops in the sky are like needles, obliquely and densely woven, and the tall buildings in the distance are like a thin layer of smoke.
I like rainy days because I look forward to the beautiful rainbow after the rain. At that time, I will find a ladder, climb to the top of the rainbow bridge and pick a beautiful colorful necklace.
I like rainy days, because the green leaves in the rain are dazzling and the bonuses in the rain are like fire, which makes me never tire of watching them.
I like rainy days, because at this time, snails and earthworms are out of the house, crawling on the wet road, sticking their heads out to explore the world in the rain, and I can also observe the lives of these little lovely people carefully.
I like rainy days, because the rustling rain is very gentle. It sleeps with me like my mother's song and sends me into a sweet dream.
I like rainy days, because the air in the rain is so fresh and sweet that I want to swallow it in one gulp.
I like rainy days, because I can wear beautiful rain boots and raincoats bought by my mother, walk in the rain under a beautiful small umbrella, and step on puddles several times when my mother is not looking.
I like rainy days, because there is the word "rain" in my name, which was given to me by my mother. She also likes rainy days.
Leaning against the window, looking at the hazy picture in front of me and taking a bite of dark chocolate, the faint bitterness reminds me of one thing.
There is a test in the class. I just picked up the test paper and was ingenious. After a while, I scratched my head. In fact, the test paper is very simple, probably because the knowledge that the teacher said in class is not fully digested, so it feels a little difficult to do it, and sometimes even a little helpless.
The exam was corrected by the teacher on the spot. When I was correcting the test paper, I felt a little uneasy. According to the perfect score of the composition, I only got 93 points. In fact, the wrong question should not be wrong. Even I forgot how to write "rendering", and the disyllabic word "thin" can't. ...
Thinking of this, it's raining harder and harder outside, and I suddenly feel that all this is like a mirage. I also regret not learning my knowledge well. It's raining cats and dogs in my heart ...
My mind once again thought of those students with excited expressions on their faces, and two others asked me what my score was. Isn't it obvious to show off your achievements? These two people have good grades themselves, because I ranked first in the class in the final total score, and they always like to compare their grades with me, but before that, they were also comparing. I really don't understand the comparability. As long as you study hard, are you afraid that you won't pass the exam, or that others will be better than you?
It's raining harder outside, and there is lightning in the distance. I also want to work hard. I'm not much worse than them, am I?
Looking at the rain scene outside the window quietly, I can't help but feel a little cold. ...
My favorite weather is rainy. Rain is not only like cow hair, like a filament, like a flower needle, but also falls on the face, which makes people intoxicated. Rain can also remind people of unforgettable memories.
I remember that there was a time when the autumn rain kept falling, and there was no meaning of rest at all. At school, the teacher's voice is accompanied by the rustling of autumn rain, which is very beautiful. But a week has passed, and listening to the sound of "rustling" can't help but make me a little annoyed. After school that day, I ran to the school gate, where many classmates gathered, waiting for my parents to pick me up. Like them, I kept staring at the end of the road with an umbrella. How I wish my father was in that emu! But half an hour passed, and the students walked halfway, but my father did not appear on the side of the road. I was a little impatient and began to look up at the sky. I saw dark clouds floating across the sky, and I thought: When will this damn rain stop? It is getting darker and darker, and it is raining harder and harder. Raindrops have almost soaked my schoolbag that an umbrella can't stop. Seeing that all the students have left, I am the only one standing at the school gate alone. There are fewer cars on the road and the electric cars are gone. In this way, an hour later, my father finally came. The impatience in my heart gradually turned into anger! When I got on the electric car, it was all dark, and I was even more annoyed at the thought that my homework had not been finished.
It was already half past seven when I got home. My mother served steaming food, and I was about to vent my dissatisfaction and anger when my father came over. When I saw that there was no dry place all over him, all my anger disappeared. Dad got soaked to pick me up, and I'm still angry? I should thank him, for everything he has done for me, for everything he has done!
Rainy days taught me to be grateful. What a nice rainy day!
I hate rainy days very much, because I can't go out to play when it rains, I can only stay indoors, like a bird in a cage. My mood will fall like a meteor, and immediately fall from a bright mood to the bottom. No matter what I do, I will feel bored.
I don't like rainy days. Whenever it rains and you have to go out, you always have to take an umbrella, which is very inconvenient. Sometimes, when encountering a strong wind, the umbrella will blossom and be drenched like a drowned rat in an instant. Easy to catch a cold. Besides, if you keep holding an umbrella, your hands will be very sour. I don't like rainy days, because my eyesight is poor and I am prone to accidents or injuries. This is the last thing I want to see on my way to school. Not only that, because of poor eyesight, traffic jams everywhere will delay my school time and make me often late.
One day, it was raining cats and dogs, and I said to my mother, "Rain is the water that the Jade Emperor sweeps the floor. If it rains heavily, it's because the jade emperor accidentally knocked over the bucket, so it rains horribly. " Mom smiled and said, "You really have imagination. However, I think the rain is because the gods pity the homeless, and the tears shed turn into drizzle, and the silk falls to the world. "
Although I don't like rain very much, I know very well that if it doesn't rain, the reservoir will dry up and we will have no water to use, which is simply the end of the world. If it doesn't rain, there may be no shady and vibrant trees in the world, and there will be no beautiful scenery with flowers. So, I hope it will rain or shine. If it rains all the year round, my mood is just like a gloomy sky, and my face has no color at all.
People call this little girl: bitter tears. Her family is not rich and she dresses simply. Her father, the pillar of the family, left his relatives forever because of a car accident. She lives with her mother, but she has an ideal, which is to be a teacher like her father. For this reason, she has become much more mature and has been studying hard.
It's raining harder, the grass is green, and it looks brand-new. From time to time, I see birds shrinking in the rain.
Bitter tears returned to the shabby hut in thin old clothes. The hut is lovely: there are two sheets on a grass bed, and there is a bed on the sheets Next to it is a faded desk with a picture of my father hanging on it. Most of the books on her desk were left by her father. Bitter tears used to live in the city where her father left the house, but she was tired of life there: the horn of the car would make her study uneasy every day, and the noisy street would distract her. However, she likes the melody of nature, although the conditions will be worse. But bitter tears will never forget their goals. It's raining, and the bitter tears outside the window are concentrating on reviewing.
Gradually, late at night, I still see the shadow of bitter tears reading under the lamp. ...
The next day, the fresh air was densely covered in the Woods, the fragrance of flowers and plants drifted away, birds sang crisp and beautiful songs, and the leaves were dotted with small dewdrops.
At this time, bitter tears are fighting for it. Time goes by, and it's almost dawn. Two hours later, the game was over.
A month later, the results came out, and Bitter Tears won the first place in the city ... At this time, a rainbow appeared on the horizon, which seemed to be her father's smile in the sky.
Bitter tears have set a new record through their own efforts, and they are one step closer to their teacher dreams.
Yes! How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?
12 I love rain, I love the majestic rain, I love the softness and freedom of rain. When raindrops swirl into the earth, I will be extremely excited.
On rainy days, I like to watch the splash of rain dripping on the lake. I like to listen to the crisp sound of raindrops hitting the earth. This is a symphony of nature. I like to smell the smell of soil soaked by rain.
When it rains, I can see patches of green blooming, I can hear the joyful cheers of farmers' uncles, and I can smell the smell of joy in the air.
Spring rain awakens all sleeping things, listens to the melody of spring and feels the free and easy style of spring rain.
Summer rain drove away the fatigue, saw the charm of summer and felt the unrestrained charm of summer rain.
Autumn rain nourishes everything, the harvest season, smells the fragrance of autumn and feels the pleasant demeanor of autumn rain.
Winter rain brings peace. Explore the peace in winter and feel the gentle breath of winter rain.
The rain in four seasons gives people different feelings. Of course, I also love the vagaries of rain, and I love the rain that comes and goes freely.
Rain, like a lovely spirit, spreads happiness all over the world and brings vitality to the earth.
People! Please come out in rainy days, feel the melody of nature and touch the touching notes.
Let's thank these raindrops for bringing happiness and harmony to the world.
The rain has stopped. Look, there is a bright rainbow in the sky, so dazzling and beautiful, engraved in everyone's heart.
Rain, because of you, I have a firm belief: I will continue to pursue my dream like you!
It is beautiful when it rains.
It's sunny when it rains!
On rainy days, birds are singing.
On rainy days, flowers are cheering.
It's raining. It's beautiful.
Rainy day, very good!
In the morning, it began to rain lightly-pattering, pattering. ...
I moved a stool, sat by the window, pushed open the window, and listened quietly to the drizzle and the whispering of the earth.
Listen, I'm drunk!
Rain, your soft body fell from heaven to earth and shattered. Have you ever regretted it?
Well, rain, you have a quiet, chic and serene, but in your crystal heart, you are more selfless and dedicated. The rain is coming, accompanied by music. Every stone on the ground, every clump of green grass, every leaf on the tree and every tile on the roof are with you, and you, the little drops of water, are countless dexterous and soft fingers, playing one elegant and beautiful ditty after another, and every note is full of fantastic colors.
Rain, you are a masterpiece of nature! Listen, the sound of "pattering" and "rushing" is a close conversation between you and nature, how beautiful and wonderful it is. Suppose there is no you, how much less interesting our world will be! Without you, wouldn't drought be more rampant? However, when it rains, you sometimes let the flood burst its banks and flood it, bringing great disasters and losses to the people, animals and plants you cared for carefully before. Are you angry because you can't stand the loneliness in heaven? Are you really sad? I don't know. In a word, flaws don't hide Yu. Rain, your pure and selfless spirit and your natural and unrestrained, calm and serene personality deeply touched me.
Rain, I like you!
Rain, you make me intoxicated!
When it rains, everything in the world will come alive!
At about two o'clock in the afternoon, it was gray, and I smelled a little damp in the air.
Dad took me to the interest class by electric car. When it was going to rain, he made full preparations. Dad took the poncho. When we walked out of the gate of the community, the air was particularly fresh, the grass nodded to us, and the flowers greeted us as if to say, "Good afternoon!" " Dad got on the electric car and started today's journey.
I was ready to see the beautiful scenery along the way, but the weather in June changed like a child's face, and soon it rained cats and dogs, and the whole world was shrouded in rain and fog. My father and I hurried to the waiting shed of the roadside bus station, quickly put on our raincoats and rode on the electric car again. On the way, I heard the beep of rain, as if thousands of horses were roaring. The wind was so strong that my father and I were blown into raincoats. Although we put on raincoats, my father and I were soaked to the skin.
I looked down at the ground, and the water on the ground was smashed into a small splash like a mushroom. The ground gradually turned into a small river, flowing from high to low. ...
Looking up, the street was sparsely populated, only a few people hurried on, but only one person walked leisurely in the rain curtain wearing a poncho. Take a closer look, it is a cleaner's grandfather cleaning in the rain. I was deeply moved by the cleaner. They are not afraid of cold and heat. Even in rainy days, they have to clean the city. This spirit of cleaning the city by our own efforts is so precious. Although I walked far, I couldn't help but look at him with respect!
We finally came to the interest class, and it was raining heavily. I hope my father can hide from the rain for a while. But dad still went back in the rain! Because he has to go to work at three o'clock, I am full of worries about my father.
The rain outside the window is still pouring down ...
15 Many people like rainy days, probably because of the lingering leisurely atmosphere. It's naive and easy to rain, so I can't do a lot of things, so I can only lie in bed and read a book. It's best to take a bath, lie in bed and sleep in the dark, no matter when you wake up.
In fact, I don't like rainy days, because I feel that rainy days are always rainy and rainy, and my mood is getting wetter and wetter. You can't go out to jump, even if you play an umbrella, you will still get wet, which will affect the good mood of the day.
On rainy days, the most annoying thing is to walk on the side of the road without paying attention when going out. Some unscrupulous drivers flew past you with brushes, and even water splashed all over you. You can only stand there and curse yourself, but you don't know who is sitting in the car and you can't argue with him.
On rainy days, there is another more romantic thing, that is, young couples hide under the eaves to avoid the rain. This is a romantic plot that many idol dramas will never let go. Just like in the drama version of love O2O, Yang Yang dragged Zheng Shuang to shelter from the rain under the eaves. They are so close that they can hear each other's heartbeats. The girl's face was obviously red, and the audience was very sad. Later, when the rain stopped, Yang Yang looked out and said to Zheng Shuang, "Even the weather here has improved since you came", abusing countless single dog. There is a saying that "what I like is not the rainy day, but the eaves that I hide with you on rainy days". Isn't this the scene?
Rainy days are also beautiful and special. If it doesn't rain, the crops in the field will suffer from drought and it will be difficult to grow, and naturally they will be out of balance. Do you like rainy days?