Ask for narratives and essays about rain! {800 words}

This essay is called Rain in June: The rain in June is very quiet and smells like summer. There was no sound, and the glass window was covered with water droplets. It is not a complete pearl, but a scattered soul. With a little bubble feelings, slipped quietly. Suspended but hazy through the window, not very clear and uneven, just inadvertently stirred the mood. Either quiet or warm.

Drunk as wine, occasionally picked up thoughts are also disturbed by the rain outside the window. The trees in summer are lush, without the vicissitudes of baldness in winter, they are replaced by the desire for life. It seems that there have been green leaves sticking out their heads to breathe the long-lost air, as if the whole tree was cold and full of vitality. Willow branches enjoy dancing in solitude, with elegant curves and rhythm from the occasional passing wind, which seems messy, but in fact it is chaotic. That kind of charm is not tacky, elegant like a pure girl.

The rain is messy, chaotic, but chic and lovely. Like a Buddha, it ignited my thoughts. Bypass the path and spread to the boundless sky, but it was blocked by a hazy rain curtain, and the overflowing water poured out from the water curtain. At that time, the sound of running water spouted. The water droplets scattered on the ground in the summer evening gave a "sloped" sound, emitting thick water vapor, which was as misty as smoke and too thick to be seen. The overflowing water vapor came to my face. Although it is not gorgeous, it smells cold.

The bougainvillea on the roadside should also be scattered. Maybe it was mixed with air and infected with the whole body's fragrance. Even the dizzy light rain couldn't help sneezing, but it was well concealed. It turned out to be a good family, but when I passed by the treetops, I inadvertently revealed clues. It seems that nothing has changed, but I don't know that my spirit has increased several times. The water drops hanging on the pine tree can testify.

The whole pine tree seems to be decorated with crystal lights, and there seems to be light in the crystal. Although it is extremely weak in white, it infects your mood. Those plum blossoms were scattered all over the floor, squeezing the grass on the ground. So intact, as if not blown down by the wind, but escaped by yourself, like a child stealing love, so that you can't bear to be harsh. Just let it lie there quietly and don't disturb the dream in the rain.

Just inadvertently saw your little charm, but people are reluctant to leave. Forgive me for not writing about your beauty, because you will leave at this short moment. Maybe I don't have time to watch you laugh anymore. But I will write down your paintings and review them from time to time. This is a narrative called Rain: You, I don't know when, have quietly started a new journey ... The bleak autumn wind and falling leaves seem to be just your foil. I just feel that in the quiet air, the smell of earth suddenly mixed with it, bringing a little coolness ... or this campus, or this autumn, or the innocent smiling faces, ushered in the long-awaited cultural and scientific festival with us ... Different from the past, we became seniors and sisters. We experienced a wonderful science and technology festival, the joy of success, the bitterness of failure ... "Go, believe in yourself!" ""don't go, you'll make a fool of yourself. "These two voices constantly appear alternately in my heart, disturbing my thoughts. In an instant, countless golden leaves fell in the sky. This may be a masterpiece of a breeze, a trace of an urchin, or an opportunity ... whatever it is, I don't think I should be a leaf, let it be. Therefore, I shouted from the heart: "I can do it!" " "Then, the rain came ... I got up the courage to sign up and took a long breath. Inadvertently, I saw a smile in the most beautiful and blue sky ... "Since I participated, I must strive for it. If you pay, you will have certain results! " I repeated it over and over again in my mind and proved everything with practical actions. When I recite lines, I always say those words during recess, after school and at school. Tell your friends or yourself every day and correct them repeatedly. In the end, friends help each other and enjoy each other. Every time I attend class, I still listen carefully and take notes carefully, and I dare not relax at all. But as soon as the bell rang, I rejoined the new battle. My classmates helped me correct my pronunciation, and I dare not slack off myself. You need to eat at school every noon. There is no rest time at noon. One day near the end of the term, it was very cold outside, but in order not to disturb our classmates, we had to go outside for the final "training". Rain, I don't know when it came quietly again. It, wet my skirt; It dispelled the dark clouds overhead; It tells us that no matter how hard it rains, there will be a rainbow hanging in the blue sky ... with the refreshing and pleasant autumn rain, the fierce final will come as scheduled. Each class sent excellent players. The classes were evenly matched, and all preparations under the stage were tense and orderly. My hands were soaked with sweat more than once. Perhaps, this also means that this game will become the crystallization of our sweat for a few days, and finally bloom the most dazzling light! One, two, three, here we are. We responded to the audience with the most confident smile and calmly walked onto our stage. My heart was still on tenterhooks for a while, and I seemed to hear the most beautiful rain outside the window. They are cheering for us, they will always be our only cheerleading team and will always cheer for us! The game is over, the rain has stopped and gone, but our steps will never stop! With the arrival of 65438+February, the Science and Technology Festival is over. We will gently pat off the mud left by the fall and gently take off the halo on our heads because of success. Relax and meet the next new challenge ... shout for a new tomorrow with your heart, and write the music of rain with your love ... You are always quiet, invisible and inaudible, and people can only reach out and feel your existence. Perhaps, you have stopped, perhaps, still floating in the details. ...