There are thousands of tiny raindrops in the sky, which bring a trace of sadness and meaning to people in this early autumn season.
I walked alone in the alley of this ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River with a slightly worn oil-paper umbrella. The surrounding stone walls have been eroded by thousands of years of wind and rain, and moss covers one-third of the walls. Qingshi Road is still intact, and it doesn't feel too slippery to step on.
I walked slowly in this quiet alley with a lonely expression. The alley is deep, winding, extremely deep, the weather is very cold, and there are basically no pedestrians on the road, but isn't this what I want?
At this time, a girl in a white dress came out from the corner of the alley, holding a light blue oiled paper umbrella in her hand, hitting it very low and covering her face. Seen from a distance, the girl walked slowly and carefully.
I am afraid that the sewage on the ground will stain her shoes and socks, and I am getting closer and closer to her. I couldn't restrain my curiosity and wanted to peek at the real content under her oil-paper umbrella. At the same time, my heart beat slowly and unwillingly. Finally, I saw her face.
That is a face that I will never forget. It's fair skin, just outlined the oval face, curved arch eyebrows, clear eyes like autumn water, small and straight nose, delicate and charming lips like just ripe peaches, which makes people feel that they have to pick it. But it is such a delicate and charming show that there is always a touch of sadness on her face. What is the girl thinking? I'm thinking, if I stare at her face, I'll pass her by.
Finally, she seemed to notice my presumptuous eyes and glanced at me casually. Looking at my dull appearance, she couldn't help laughing. This smile swept away the sadness on her face, and also let me know what is called "a smiling city" and "the powder and paint in the sixth palace have disappeared without a trace" I stood there and let her pass me, leaving only a faint fragrance floating into my nose and my heart.
I slowly turned around and looked at the girl's drifting back. I feel that my body has lost something for no reason, as if my life has lost its meaning. Two lines of tears slowly slipped down my cheeks and knocked silently on the bluestone road on the ground.
It is still raining, and it seems that it will not stop. What about me? The rain in my heart has been raining.
O(∩_∩)o I hope I can help you,
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2. The 800-word composition "Rain Lane" in high school Chinese Rain Lane
There are thousands of tiny raindrops in the sky, which bring a trace of sadness and meaning to people in this early autumn season.
I walked alone in the alley of this ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River with a slightly worn oil-paper umbrella. The surrounding stone walls have been eroded by thousands of years of wind and rain, and moss covers one-third of the walls. Qingshi Road is still intact, and it doesn't feel too slippery to step on.
I walked slowly in this quiet alley with a lonely expression. The alley is deep, winding, extremely deep, the weather is very cold, and there are basically no pedestrians on the road, but isn't this what I want?
At this time, a girl in a white dress came out from the corner of the alley, holding a light blue oiled paper umbrella in her hand, hitting it very low and covering her face. Seen from a distance, the girl walked slowly and carefully.
I am afraid that the sewage on the ground will stain her shoes and socks, and I am getting closer and closer to her. I couldn't restrain my curiosity and wanted to peek at the real content under her oil-paper umbrella. At the same time, my heart beat slowly and unwillingly. Finally, I saw her face.
That is a face that I will never forget. It's fair skin, just outlined the oval face, curved arch eyebrows, clear eyes like autumn water, small and straight nose, delicate and charming lips like just ripe peaches, which makes people feel that they have to pick it. But it is such a delicate and charming show that there is always a touch of sadness on her face. What is the girl thinking? I'm thinking, if I stare at her face, I'll pass her by.
Finally, she seemed to notice my presumptuous eyes and glanced at me casually. Looking at my dull appearance, she couldn't help laughing. This smile swept away the sadness on her face, and also let me know what is called "a smiling city" and "the powder and paint in the sixth palace have disappeared without a trace" I stood there and let her pass me, leaving only a faint fragrance floating into my nose and my heart.
I slowly turned around and looked at the girl's drifting back. I feel that my body has lost something for no reason, as if my life has lost its meaning. Two lines of tears slowly slipped down my cheeks and knocked silently on the bluestone road on the ground.
It is still raining, and it seems that it will not stop. What about me? The rain in my heart has been raining.
O(∩_∩)o I hope I can help you,
O(∩_∩)o Please give a compliment or adopt it in time. Thank you very much (*^__^*)
3. Imitate the sky and scatter thousands of fine raindrops like cow hair, which brings coolness to people in this early autumn season. Rain falls gently on my face with the breeze, like a lover's kiss, slippery, wet and comfortable.
I walked alone in the alley of this ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River with a slightly worn oil-paper umbrella, watching the stone walls mottled by thousands of years of wind and rain and greasy moss covering one third of the walls. The bluestone road on the ground is still intact, and it doesn't feel too slippery to step on.
I walked slowly, with a lonely expression, walking in this quiet alley. This alley is deep and winding. At this moment, I seem to have lost myself, as if I had crossed time and space. I became a romantic young man in a blue robe and a long bun. Surrounded by my companions, I strolled in the drizzly alley, shaking the folding fan, singing poems of talented people and beautiful women, and watching the girls passing by in a hurry with veils on the roadside.
Looking back on reality, I am still walking alone in this faint alley in the south of the Yangtze River. The weather is very cold, and there are basically no pedestrians on the road. However, isn't that what I want? At this time, a girl in a white dress came out from the corner of the alley, holding a light blue oiled paper umbrella in her hand, hitting it very low and covering her face.
From a distance, the girl walked slowly and carefully, trying to avoid the water stains on the ground, for fear that the sewage on the ground would dirty her shoes and socks, as if she were a fairy who accidentally fell into the earth and didn't want to be contaminated with the noise of the world.
I am getting closer and closer to her. I can't restrain my curiosity. I want to peek at the real content under her oil-paper umbrella. At the same time, my heart beat slowly and unwillingly. Finally, I saw her face.
That is a face that I will never forget. It's fair skin, just outlined the oval face, curved arch eyebrows, clear eyes like autumn water, small and straight nose, delicate and charming lips like just ripe peaches, which makes people feel that they have to pick it. But it is such a delicate and charming show that there is always a touch of sadness on her face. What is the girl thinking? I'm thinking, if I stare at her face, I'll pass her by.
Finally, she seemed to notice my presumptuous eyes and glanced at me casually. Looking at my dull appearance, she couldn't help laughing. This smile swept away the sadness on her face, and also let me know what is called "a smiling city" and "the powder and paint in the sixth palace have disappeared without a trace" I stood there and let her pass me, leaving only a faint fragrance floating into my nose and my heart.
I slowly turned around and looked at the girl's drifting back. I feel that my body has lost something for no reason, as if my life has lost its meaning. Two lines of tears slowly slipped down my cheeks and knocked silently on the bluestone road on the ground.
The rain is finally getting smaller and smaller.
4. Seek quick return, imitate the rain lane, and walk alone in this wet and dark rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella.
Fallen leaves are flying in the air, and I'm so sad and disappointed. Lavender is still fragrant, dandelion is flying all over the sky, and the girl finally takes a little step and steps all the way, appearing in this rain curtain.
Under the drizzle, Ming Che's eyes showed the sadness of the sea; That delicate jade hand touched the desolation of the past; What heartbreaking pain that fragile heart is suffering. Why are you so confused? Why are you floating in the wind like a dandelion? Is it because you haven't found the destination in your heart, or you haven't met the woman of your dreams? The drizzle weaves obliquely, weaving the melancholy mood all over the sky, looking like a fairy, who is so confused and confused.
Finally, you disappeared in the rain, and you disappeared. I threw away the oil-paper umbrella and pursued my dream in the hazy sky. The ideal girl was by my side, and dandelion fell quietly.
5. Ask the great god to imitate the rain lane (imitation), hold an oil-paper umbrella and wander alone in this wet and dark rain lane.
Fallen leaves are flying in the air, and I'm so sad and disappointed. Lavender is still fragrant, dandelion is flying all over the sky, and the girl finally takes a little step and steps all the way, appearing in this rain curtain.
Under the drizzle, Ming Che's eyes showed the sadness of the sea; That delicate jade hand touched the desolation of the past; What heartbreaking pain that fragile heart is suffering. Why are you so confused? Why are you floating in the wind like a dandelion? Is it because you haven't found the destination in your heart, or you haven't met the woman of your dreams? The drizzle weaves obliquely, weaving the melancholy mood all over the sky, looking like a fairy, who is so confused and confused.
Finally, you disappeared in the rain, and you disappeared. I threw away the oil-paper umbrella and pursued my dream in the hazy sky. The ideal girl was by my side, and dandelion fell quietly.
6. Dai Wangshu's imitation rain lane, the third section can be walked by one person with a plastic umbrella.
Wandering in darkness and eternity
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like a rose
A girl with a sweet smile.
She does.
Clove-like color,
As fragrant as lily,
Smile like a poppy,
Running in the rain,
Running and blooming;
She ran in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Unlike me,
Run briskly
Happy, naughty and free.
She approached happily,
Get close and throw again.
Sweet eyes.
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Naughty and unrestrained like a dream.
Floating like a dream
A rhododendron,
I passed this girl by;
She went away happily, far away,
At the crossroads at the end,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Eyes like nectar,
Epiphyllum-like unrestrained.
Holding a plastic umbrella alone
Wandering in the dark, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
An autumn chrysanthemum.
Kind and simple girl.
7. Compulsory 1: Rewrite the rain lane into a rain with the theme of "Encountering the rain lane", and it rained intermittently. I am immersed in this hazy autumn rain and intoxicated. Listening to the rain hitting the smooth bluestone board, the crisp voice stroking the decaying wall.
This is a hometown, bearing many mottled memories.
Now I'm walking alone in the drizzle, counting the slates under my feet and taking measured steps. Unconsciously, I am moving away from the starting point.
In this lonely Gu Xiang, there is a small voice. I looked up and saw a girl, a lilac girl, coming slowly from the depths of the alley.
Close the door, close the door. She is wearing a lavender dress, petite and weak, with black hair hanging loosely over her shoulders and a small face. It is a beautiful woman who appears in front of me. I watch it every time. Repeated fragrance, is the fragrance of cloves, fresh and elegant. After a while, she saw me and looked at me. She smiled at me with a slightly sad face when I passed by.
Like a dream, she floated by me. Slowly, her back disappeared at the end of the alley. The lilac-like girl has gone, but her breath has been lingering in my mind-the pure and elegant breath, the lilac-like breath. .
8. Rain Lane imitates a person walking with a plastic umbrella.
Wandering in darkness and eternity
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like a rose
A girl with a sweet smile.
She does.
Clove-like color,
As fragrant as lily,
Smile like a poppy,
Running in the rain,
Running and blooming;
She ran in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Unlike me,
Run briskly
Happy, naughty and free.
She approached happily,
Get close and throw again.
Sweet eyes.
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Naughty and unrestrained like a dream.
Floating like a dream
A rhododendron,
I passed this girl by;
She went away happily, far away,
At the crossroads at the end,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Eyes like nectar,
Epiphyllum-like unrestrained.
Holding a plastic umbrella alone
Wandering in the dark, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
An autumn chrysanthemum.
Kind and simple girl.
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9. Walking alone in the dark, long and lonely rain lane with a plastic umbrella, hoping to meet a girl with a sweet smile like a rose.
She has the color of lilac, the fragrance of lily and the smile of poppy, running, running and blooming in the rain; She is running in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, which is different from mine. She is light, happy, naughty and unrestrained. She approached happily, approached, and cast dewy eyes. She is like a dream, naughty and unrestrained.
Like a cuckoo in a dream, this girl floats around me; She walked away happily, walked away, came to the crossroads at the end, and walked through this rainy path. In the elegy of the rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, and even her dewy eyes were as unrestrained as epiphyllum.
Holding a plastic umbrella, I wander alone in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float past a kind and simple girl like Qiu Ju.
10. Adapting Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane into an 800-word composition, holding an oil-paper umbrella (paradise umbrella), wandering alone in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to meet a lonely teenager with pine-like color, pine-like green and pine-like melancholy. He lingered in this lonely rainy lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella (paradise umbrella), and like me, he was silently sad, and he approached silently. He breathed a sigh of relief. He drifted like a dream, sad and confused like a dream, like a pine branch floating around me in a dream. He walked away silently, far away to the decaying fence. The rain lane disappeared in the sad song of the rain, and his green disappeared. Even his sighing eyes support the oil-paper umbrella (paradise umbrella)