2008 Wenzhou High School Entrance Exam Excellent Essay: Rainy Day, So Nice (1)_900 words

Jiangnan, misty and rainy. The alleys flow quietly through the small town, interpreting the people and things in the small town with their elegant gestures.

The short houses are paved with dark black tiles. Some grass grew from nowhere between the gaps. It was a small, inconspicuous but quiet plant, waiting for the rain to come. When it rains, water falls from the gaps, forming a string of wind chimes. I would deliberately walk under the eaves and enjoy the feeling of raindrops falling above my head. One after another, it seemed like a trembling spring.

Then, the gutter in front of the door made a loud splash. Thin, soft, and shy... There will be shallow water sliding through the ditch two palms wide, changing into various strange lines and textures, intertwined, reflecting the short Low eaves. Occasionally, I would see the vegetable leaves that grandma washed in the morning, floating on them, stopping for a while, and finally flowing into the distance. There are also marbles made by the little boy next door, which are very gorgeous and pure. After a while, you will hear the sound of "papa", and the two-year-old child is stepping barefoot in the ditch, holding up the corner of his pants awkwardly with one hand, and paddling in the water with the other hand, a kind of joy It comes to mind. At this moment, my mother's anger sounded, the alley became lively, and the rain also became joyful.

The rain-soaked bluestones were spread all the way to the edge of the uncle’s yard. The old banyan tree stands there. The leaves in the rain are green, dense, quiet, and waiting. Consistently, it provides a thick shade for people in the alley. The tree roots are embedded among the bluestone slabs, paving the way to the street. It is very wet and very poetic. Children wearing slippers stepped on the water splashes with smiling faces under the trees, jumping up and down, playing hide and seek. My brother, who is good at painting, opened the window and traced the healthy shape of the old tree under the eaves. The pattering rain is as elegant as lilacs, and he tells his story about his alley under the brush.

The rain is falling, moistening the thick trunks of old trees, sucking away the dust in people's hearts, and soaking things in the alleys.

The alleys flow, in the small cities, in the mist and rain, and in people's hearts. very nice! Telling it with an unchanged attitude - on this rainy day.

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The poetry of ordinary life - "Jiangnan, misty and rainy. The alleys flow quietly between small towns, interpreting the people or people in the small town with elegant gestures "Things" make people yearn for it as soon as they start writing, and it has the charm of Shen Cong's writing.

"I would deliberately walk under the eaves and enjoy the feeling of raindrops falling on my head. One after another, it seemed like a trembling spring." This reveals the author's innocent poetic feelings. It is precisely because of this feeling that there is poetry in ordinary life below. "Occasionally I see the vegetable leaves that grandma washed in the morning, floating on them, stopping for a while, and finally flowing into the distance." This is not Baudelaire's deliberate use of ugliness as beauty, but the author's heartfelt move, so there are He wrote "green leaves waiting in the rain", "poetic bluestone", "splash reflecting a smiling face", etc. The author not only moved himself but also moved us.