Rain or shine composition

In normal study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with or use composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. So, how to write a composition? The following is my composition for you, rain or shine, I hope I can help you.

Rain or shine composition 1 There will always be many difficulties on the road of life, but because of you, my mother, I will rain or shine and be fearless.

Because of you, I regained my confidence.

"Mom, I'm back." My mother, who was watching TV, saw me dejected and asked, "Why, I didn't do well in the exam." "hmm." I replied feebly. "It doesn't matter, this time didn't do well, next time, don't worry, hungry? I'll get you something to eat. " Then he went to the kitchen. Mom is still the same, no matter how badly I did in the exam, no matter how much I failed. She will always encourage me and tell me to work harder next time. It is also because of my mother's encouragement that I will regain my confidence and stand up again and again. I am no exception this time. I still work hard.

Because of you, I corrected my mistake.

At noon on Sunday, I washed the dishes and prepared to cook. But I don't know why, the gas stove can't catch fire, once, twice and three times. I tried again and again, and my patience was worn away little by little. Finally, I couldn't bear it any longer and said, "How does this gas cooker work? It won't catch fire. " Mother heard the voice and asked, "Did you turn on the gas?" "It's open!" "oh! Don't be in such a hurry! Patience is not enough, always so impatient and tempered. " Say that finish, my mother gently hit the gas stove. Sometimes, I am willful, but my mother will always tolerate me and let me correct my mistakes. Don't scold me, don't hit me, but tolerate me and let me know that I am wrong.

Because of you, I bravely faced setbacks.

Two years ago, I had a serious illness and was admitted to the hospital. Near the end of the term, I was hospitalized and couldn't catch up with the course. How should I face the exam? So I became depressed and listless. Then you said to me, "it's okay, mom is with you." This sentence gave me strength and let me see hope. I am not alone, and my mother will accompany me through the difficulties. Since then, my mother has stayed with me for many sleepless nights, insisted on taking medicine that is difficult to swallow, and felt unbearable pain due to injections. Because I know that my mother will accompany me to face setbacks, so I will not be afraid and will not shrink back, but bravely face setbacks and overcome them.

There will always be bumps in the long road of life, but because of you and your mother, you encourage me when I fail, correct me when I make mistakes, and accompany me when I am in pain. I will go all the way, rain or shine.

Thank you, because you rain or shine.

After the storm, it will be the color of Tianshui where seagulls swim. When you walk out of the thorns, there is a broad road covered with flowers in front of you. When you climb to the top of the mountain, there is a misty sky under your feet. In this world, a star falls, and the starry sky cannot be dimmed. A flower withers, and the whole spring can't be wasted.

On the long road of life, there is no real smooth sailing, and there is no so-called smooth sailing in the vast sea of life. If you want to succeed, you must not imagine that there will be a smooth road. There will inevitably be setbacks in life. No matter the strong or the weak, they will experience ups and downs more or less. The real winner must be the person who has fallen down countless times and then got up again, the person who has experienced almost all the difficulties in the world, and the person who has the strength of rain or shine.

"The road to success is often under construction" is a buzzword on the internet, which may be ironic to others, but in my opinion, it is not only ironic, but also inspiring. The road is under construction, please go around. There is more than one road to success, but the other roads are full of difficulties and obstacles. You need to rely on constant exploration, accumulated experience after many failures and extremely strong will to get down. And when you step down, when you stand at the peak of success, you will even miss the experience of alternating bitterness and joy, because it is a unique and precious memory that others have never experienced.

Johann sebastian bach, the father of western music, such a great figure, lost his mother at the age of 9, 10, and had to be raised by his eldest brother. Although there are a lot of music materials at home, his bossy brother just won't allow him to read and study, no matter how he pleads. But Bach still hasn't given up his dream. He had to secretly copy his favorite music in the moonlight when his brother was not at home and went to bed late at night, which lasted for half a year. In order to practice piano, he often stays up late.

It is such efforts and such dreams that made Bach.

Failure is never terrible. What's really terrible is not summing up after failure and never getting up again. Failure once does not mean that your life will fail, and success once does not mean that your life will be wonderful. A decision will not affect a lifetime, and a mistake will not freeze a lifetime. No matter how many times you fail, you should believe that you still have a chance to start over and still make your life wonderful again.

There was a man who ran for 15 times, failed 1 1 times, and had a mental breakdown. Such a blow, who falls on, no one can stand it. However, unlike normal people, this man never gave up. Finally, at the age of 5 1, he was successfully elected as the sixteenth president of the United States, was re-elected and even became one of the greatest presidents in American history.

This is abraham lincoln. If he gives up halfway, he will miss the presidency, but this is used to firmly believe that failure once does not mean failure in life. He persevered and finally succeeded. It is this persistence and belief that made Lincoln.

The so-called power of rain or shine means that in the face of rain or wind, you don't fear or shrink back, but fight back; After failure, don't give up, don't give up, but try to sum up and prepare for a comeback. Rain or shine means fearless and fearless courage.

Rain or shine composition 3 gives you everything, you are the only one in my life. I just want to stay for a while and make new contributions without regrets. I will always be with you. Although I can't meet you, I still want to be a musical swordsman, rain or shine, because I know that every note in my heart that loves my dreams is pounding in my heart!

I love to dream my own dreams, just like a newborn baby loves his mother, and more like a finless porpoise who still loves it after suffering in the Yangtze River.

I have always wanted to be a musician since I was a child. Because it can make every note sing in your heart! But my dream has been out of reach! Let me be here in the morning and evening.

The age of eight was a painful time. At that time, I came to the Conservatory with full blood and love for music. However, he was accused and abused by his peers and teachers. One day I couldn't stand my burning dream, so I told them. They said, "Your dream is as short as the evening in spring, just like the water in a washbasin. If you spill it, it will be gone. As for your voice, oh! Oh, my God! " I was forced to leave there with my partner and words I didn't understand.

Maybe, at the moment I was fired, I blocked the doors of all the circuits. Although I still have that innocence, the last witness is only this beautiful scar. Suddenly, I can only comfort myself with this sentence, "Look at a thousand fingers and bow down as a willing ox!" I want to tell you solemnly: "I still love it, just want to change it." I know that I am a martial arts musician, rain or shine, so let seven notes bounce in my heart and sing to my heart!

You accompany me till morning and night, the finless porpoise still loves the Yangtze River, and I still love my dream. I know it takes a long journey to realize my dream. The journey of life has both happiness and bitterness.

I just want to be a martial arts musician, rain or shine, no matter how hard it is to retain, no matter whether I have given everything, I only hear every note that loves my dreams resonate in my heart. ...

It was cloudy and there was no rain. Dull for a few days, my mood has also been affected. It's hard to live without sunshine. Big summer, day after day.

I have an appointment with Phyl to go for a walk in beihai wetland Park as long as it doesn't rain today.

Coincidentally, we all brought double drinks and snacks, and even brought the same style of sun hat. None of us brought an umbrella. The luggage is light and simple. Traveling by bus is more economical and environmentally friendly. Phil and I, accustomed to no praise, didn't give up the opportunity to praise ourselves while waiting for the bus. Actually, the real reason is that neither of us can drive.

There were not many people on the bus, and Phyl and I spent most of our time chatting and watching the scenery. Nearly an hour's journey is really not far. When I got off the bus, I inquired about it, determined my position, and marched confidently on the stone road under the big tree. Talking and laughing all the way, Phyl found raindrops falling, and regretted that it was too late to bring rain gear, and it rained cats and dogs. A small sun hat doesn't help, but the big branches and leaves around us are thick and generous, sheltering us from the wind and rain.

Seeing the torrential rain splashing on the asphalt road, several taxis flew past the stagnant water, which was quite graceful. I suddenly remembered an ancient proverb: "It's bold to go out for thirty miles without an umbrella." I couldn't help laughing.

What is the mood of this rain? Big and small, up and down, after a while, I set a goal when the rain was light and ran to another dense tree. It turns out that we are still young.

After running for hundreds of meters, I stopped. Perhaps the weather was considerate and the rain stopped.

Blue sky and white clouds, breeze blowing, bright sunshine leading us into the wetland park.

Find a bench and sit down, quietly watching the leisurely "wild" ducks on the water, watching the children catch small fish, listening to the songs coming from the opposite side, and looking at several colorful tents not far away. What a quiet scenery and a quiet heart.

Take supplies with you, pick up sundries, take out their cameras and shoot casually. This is the usual rhythm between Phyl and me.

Compared with me, Phyl, after all, has been specially trained in photography, and her framing and composition are very harmonious. She moved her thoughts and fingers.

You can make me slim, young and beautiful (is this willful? )

But she refused to photograph her for various reasons that were not reasons, such as being fat and the color of her clothes didn't match, perhaps because I haven't left the level of a "rookie".

On the way back, Phyl was resting her head on the window for a nap because of fatigue.

I was thinking, I used to complain that I didn't have time to play, but now it's different. The crazy working state when I was young has become a thing of the past with the changes of stars.

Phil and I both worked and struggled like that.

Of course, besides work, there is a more complicated life. ...

How can I turn back?

When you are young and competitive, you are really tired. We are tired for a long time, afraid of illness and doctors. I also accumulated some problems when I retired. Perhaps this is a mixed and colorful life. Some people are brilliant and proud, others are injured.

In any case, we have no reason to complain that we have no leisure time. How to change the content and rhythm of life is a new subject that must be faced.

Have fun, just like today, while we are still young.

Today, I passed a primary school and saw some parents holding their children's hands and entering the school gate, which reminded me of my mother and my love, rain or shine.

Since I went to kindergarten, my mother has taken me to and from school every day. No matter whether it is windy or rainy, I am never late. In the past few days when I was picked up by my mother, two things impressed me particularly.

One day after school, I waited for my mother outside the school gate as usual, but after waiting for a long time, I didn't see my mother. I watched my classmates being picked up by my parents one by one, leaving me alone. Feeling wronged and anxious, I couldn't stop craning my neck to look in the direction where my mother came. Finally, I saw the familiar figure, and I was riding a bicycle and coming to my side quickly. I rushed over and couldn't stop crying. My mother hugged me and said to me with great concern, "It's all my mother's fault. I came too late. I was accidentally run over by a bike when I went out. I just rushed to the hospital to get my medicine. I didn't expect to be delayed. Have I waited long? " Only then did I know that my mother had a strong medicinal smell. I saw my mother's feet wrapped. My mother insisted on picking me up when she was injured, but I was going to complain about her. I suddenly felt as if I had been pinched. I dried my tears, shook my head, got into the car silently and hugged my mother tightly.

Another time was in the third grade, and the school stipulated that I should study at night. Although my home is not far from school, my mother is still worried about my safety and insists on picking me up after school every night. It rained heavily during the evening study. I thought my mother wouldn't come, so I walked home carefully with an umbrella. Not far away, mother's anxious voice came from behind. At first, I thought I heard it wrong, but soon I saw my mother riding beside me and asked me loudly, "Why don't you wait for me at the school gate?" It's still raining hard! " Maybe I was scared by my mother's tone. I just stood there, but I could clearly see my mother in front of me, wearing a wet raincoat, and a few drops of rain slipped from my forehead and wet her face. My mother looks a little embarrassed, but I only see a beautiful woman, a woman who is willing to shelter me from the wind and rain.

Mom, thank you for growing up in your love rain or shine. Now that your daughter has grown up, it's my turn to pay for you. You don't have to worry about me anymore. I will take good care of myself and take better care of you!

My mother has a father who loves her. She is his youngest daughter and has three brothers, so she deserves to be pampered. When I was a child, my mother ate the candy to my teeth. Every time I cried, my brothers were hurt.

Later, when I was born, his love shifted to me. Now I have a grandfather who loves me.

My grandfather is usually unsmiling and always has a cold face. However, according to an aunt, "Dad never smiles at ordinary times, but he doesn't laugh like a child when he sees one after another." When I was a child, I drew pictures on the wall of my home, and he looked at me happily. For a while, I loved to eat fried pork with potatoes, so he cooked it every day and didn't change the menu for two or three months in a row. In my mother's words, "I almost threw up her, and now I feel dizzy at the sight of potatoes." But I won't get bored, because I know it's not that he doesn't want to change dishes, he just wants to give me the best.

Later, when I grew up, I seldom saw him smile. Sometimes when I meet a child on the same floor, he is still the kind of smile that once belonged to me. I began to wonder if he only likes children and doesn't like me. However, when he sees my good test paper, he will melt the iceberg on his face, so I study hard and want to show him more 100 points, which proves that I am worthy of his love.

Now he is sick and old, and he is over seventy years old. Since a week ago, his back pain has been so bad that he has to stay in bed all day. One day at noon, he wanted to get up for lunch. He stayed by the bed for a long time, but he couldn't get up. His face was full of pain. So, the task of cooking at home belongs to grandma, and my parents go to work, so I can only walk back by myself. Although it's only 20 minutes away, my former grandfather always thought I was young and insisted on picking me up. Now, he can finally rest, I comfort myself.

It rained cats and dogs at noon last Thursday. I walked home with an umbrella, thinking about the rainy days before. Anyway, Grandpa would take me home with a battery car. He is a bit stubborn. He always thinks that my clothes, shoes and socks won't get wet with a car, although the fact always runs counter to it. When I got to the stairs, I pressed the elevator and saw that the elevator was on the sixth floor. A strange feeling came to my mind. My family moved across the hall. There is only one on the sixth floor. Today, there are only old people at home. I told myself that it should be a visitor, such as my uncle visiting the old man or something. The elevator arrived and the door was unlocked. I opened the door and grandpa stood at the door. I was shocked. When he saw me, he went back to his room and lay down without saying a word. I thought I was really slow and didn't notice anything.

Grandma came out of the kitchen with a spoon, walked beside me and stared at his door angrily. "People are really amazing. I have to drive to pick you up in this heavy rain. I'm fine now. I have an empty home. " I looked at her in shock, surprised and scared. His back hurts like that. He can't even sit up How can he drive? It's raining hard outside. What if he slips? Who will help him up? I didn't understand him when I first came home. I'm going out again I pushed open the door and looked at his face in pain. I don't know what supported him to stand up.

After school at night, I dare not delay at all. I ran home and saw him lying in bed, finally relieved. But then my grandmother told me that he had gone downstairs, maybe because it was too dark and his eyes were bad, so he came up again. I looked at him and didn't know what to say.

Not long ago, I had a nightmare. He told me that he would leave soon. He dragged me to a cupboard and said that this was his deposit for me to go to college. I cried and said you wouldn't leave, and then I woke up. A few days later, his back pain failed. A few days later, I saw him hide some medical bills and a big pile of money in a paper bag under his pillow. I told myself that the dream was reversed and he would be fine.

Grandpa himself is a college student, and his four children have excellent grades, but his four grandchildren, my eldest brother didn't go to college, my sister only went to a poor high school, and my younger brother didn't even go to high school. I know that he is counting on me to be successful, so he will be so happy every time he sees my good grades.

Grandpa, you will live a long life. You haven't seen me go to college.

Rain or shine composition 7 breeze blowing, warm! Welcome the new spring! Let a hundred flowers blossom and everything revive, and it's our school's annual hiking training activity again!

That day, it was raining in Mao Mao, and there was a breeze! It's time to show our strong willpower. The new generation after 00, of course, is heading for Zhoucun rain or shine!

But I sprained my ankle and couldn't accompany my classmates and teachers to the finish line. What a pity! So I went to a place not far from the finish line, waiting for their arrival! Along the way, I found that this year's spring outing is very different from last year, and the same road has different changes! The muddy farming road was in danger of slipping at any time last year. At that time, we walked a little hard, but after a year's efforts, the greenway in the county was finally connected with Xiandu, and the greenway was brand-new and the beautiful scenery was displayed in front of us. The newly-built greenway makes us feel the beauty of our hometown! Finally, we came to the place of spring outing with our teacher!

Preparing for dinner, watching everyone, eating all kinds of delicious food and all kinds of interesting programs, I instantly forgot the fatigue on the road! Last spring outing, although I was very happy, I felt a little sour inexplicably! The end of junior high school life is about to ring, and the hymn is about to play! We must cherish every day of the third grade, and don't let the journey of youth leave a trace of regret!

On the way back, I was still that happy smiling face! The annual spring outing organized by the school is to let us have fun, but to let us learn to carry forward the revolutionary spirit in southwest Zhejiang! I am very moved by the good intentions of the school!

We did it, we advanced in the wind and rain, we braved the wind and rain and completed this wonderful hiking and training trip!

Grandpa has been my personal' driver' since I was in the first grade. For more than four years, he hasn't had a day off, rain or wind. In this way, day after day, year after year, grandpa has wrinkled his face and his white hair has increased a lot. But he still bows his head every day and rides an electric car to send me home on time every day.

When I was a child, I always thought it was natural for my grandfather to pick up my granddaughter, so I didn't care much. Gradually, I grew up and my thinking matured a lot. I changed my mind and even my friends praised my grandfather. You are lucky to have such a good grandfather. Having said that, I am as sweet as honey, and I have an unspeakable joy.

Once, on a hot summer day, grandpa came to pick me up from school on an electric car. To my surprise, my grandfather took me home. Hardly had I reached the door when my grandfather fainted. Suddenly, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and his stiff body lay flat on the ground. I hurried off to help grandpa, but I couldn't get up. I stayed by my grandfather's side all the time, and my tears fell to the ground like pearls with broken lines. I thought in tears; Grandpa picks me up from school on time every day. He must be exhausted. Grandpa, you can't have anything ... Grandpa's fingers stretched out slightly, and his pale face disappeared and became ruddy. Gradually, grandpa's eyes opened. Ah! Grandpa woke up, grandpa woke up ... I dried my tears and said endlessly to grandpa; Grandpa, you should pay attention to your health and work moderately in the future ... "My granddaughter, grandpa is fine," grandpa said with a smile.

Although maternal love is great, grandpa's love is not insignificant. I can't describe your love in words.

The sudden change of composition 9, rain or shine, made me feel at a loss. Last week, some students at school got chicken pox, especially our junior high school students this year. The situation in Class 7 and Class 5 is even more serious, and classes have been suspended. One case happened in our class. If another case happens, our class will suffer the same fate.

The other day, I had a fever for no reason. The head teacher told me to go home and rest. My mother was still in Tianjin, and when she heard about me, she immediately took the high-speed train back to Zhengzhou. Fortunately, it was a false alarm I just have a cold. But because of one thing in our class, our class can't eat and stay in school, which leads me to go home every night and go to school early in the morning.

It's not that I can't go alone. You have no idea how heavy our schoolbags are. Because I have to do my homework at night, I must take all my books and exercise books with me. Two big schoolbags add up to twenty or thirty pounds, which is really difficult to carry.

These days, mom and dad have had a miserable life. We must get up before six. While I was freshening up, my mother went downstairs to buy me breakfast. After school in the afternoon, my mother waited for me at the door. Last Tuesday, because our car was restricted, we couldn't go to town. I said my mother would let me go home by myself today. She said yes, but when school was over, it rained heavily, so I went out with a calm bag on my back. Sadly, I didn't bring an umbrella. The rain wet my hair and ran down my forehead. Originally, the cold was not cured, and the cold rain fell on my face and neck, which was uncomfortable. I walked with my head down, hoping to get on the bus soon. Suddenly a familiar voice called me, "Xiao Yu-". Yes, it's my mother, my good mother. She took my schoolbag and carried it on her back. I asked her, "Why are you here?" She said, "Look at the rain, I didn't take an umbrella when I left, and I didn't get over my cold, so I came."

At this time, I want to say something, but something seems to have blocked my throat. In fact, nothing can express my gratitude to my mother. My good mother, my rain or shine mother, you broke your heart for your daughter, but I don't know how to repay it.

Rain or shine composition 10 The sudden change made me feel at a loss. Last week, all the students at school got chicken pox, especially our junior high school students this year. Class 75 is in serious condition and has been suspended. A case happened in our class. If this happens again, our class will suffer the same fate.

I started burning for no reason a few days ago, and the class teacher told me to go home and rest. My mother is still in Tianjin. As soon as she heard about me, she took the high-speed train back to Zhengzhou. Fortunately, it was a false alarm. I just caught a cold. But there is a case in our class. We can't eat and stay in school, which leads me to go home every night and go to school early in the morning.

It's not that I can't go alone You have no idea how heavy our schoolbags are. Because you have to do your homework at night, you should take your books and exercise books with you. Two big schoolbags add up to twenty or thirty kilograms, which is really difficult to carry.

These days, mom and dad are suffering. We must get up before six. While I was freshening up, my mother went downstairs to buy me breakfast. After school in the afternoon, my mother waited for me at the door. Last Tuesday, due to our car restrictions, we couldn't go into town. I said my mother asked me to go home today. She said yes, but it rained heavily after school, so I went out with a calm bag on my back. Sadly, I didn't bring my umbrella. The rain wet my hair and ran down my forehead. It turns out that my cold hasn't healed yet, and the cold rain falls on my face and neck, which is very uncomfortable. I walked with my head down, hoping to get on the bus soon. Suddenly a familiar voice called me: "Xiaoyu-". Yes, it's mom, my good mom. She took my schoolbag and carried it on her back. I asked her, "Why are you here?" She said, "Look at the rain. You left without an umbrella, and it was not cold, so I came. "

At this moment, I wanted to say something, but my throat seemed to be blocked by something. In fact, nothing can express my gratitude to my mother. My good mother, my rain or shine mother, you broke your heart for your daughter, but I don't know how to repay her.

Rain or shine composition 1 1 "Ahem, this old problem has been committed again!" My mother said sadly that it all happened because of me. Looking at my mother's painful expression, I bowed my head in shame.

I came to school early that day. Just entered the classroom outside, the wind roared and it rained cats and dogs. At this time, rain beads as big as soybeans fell to the ground, making an unusually crisp sound …

"Please put away your homework!" The teacher stood on the platform and said loudly. "Hey? I remember clearly putting it here! Why is it gone? " I rummaged through the books in the drawer and looked for them many times, but there was still no sign of my homework. I was sweating. "What can I do? Dad went to work early in the morning, leaving only his elderly grandfather, grandmother and sick mother at home. This is not good! " Just when I was at a loss, a familiar cry "Yang Pengcheng!" Coming from behind me. I looked back "ah! It's mom! " I cried. It is not hard to imagine that my mother must have found the exercise book I left behind. With illness, driving a battery car to send homework. I saw that my mother's face was covered with rain and she was soaked through. Suddenly, my nose was sour. Looking at my mother's concerned eyes, I was so moved that I couldn't speak. I took my exercise book from my mother. "Don't forget next time!" Mother stroked my head gently. Say that finish, turned and walked out.

Looking at the mother's distant back, a warm current welled up in my heart. Somehow, there are a few drops of water on my face …

When I came home from school, I realized that my mother had just returned from the hospital. "Ahem ..." She kept coughing upstairs.

Rain or shine composition 12 gives you all I have. You are the only bet in my life. I only hope that I can stay a little longer, so that I can work hard again without regrets, and I will be happy with you. Although I can't meet you, I still want to be a music martial artist, rain or shine, because I know that every note in my heart that loves dreams is pounding in my heart!

I love dreaming, just as a newborn baby loves his mother, and more like a suffering finless porpoise in the Yangtze River who still loves it.

I have always wanted to be a musician since I was a child. Because it can make every note sing in my heart! But my dream has always been out of reach! Make me happy.

The age of eight was a painful time. At that time, I came to the Conservatory with full blood and love for music. But they are accused and abused by their peers and teachers. One day, I couldn't stand my fiery dream and told them. But they said: Your dream is as short as spring dusk, and like the water in a washbasin, it will disappear. As for your voice, oh! Oh, my God! I was forced to leave somewhere with my partner and something I didn't understand.

Perhaps, at the moment of dissolution, all the doors of the track were blocked. Although I still remain innocent, but the last witness is only this beautiful scar, I suddenly can only take this sentence to comfort myself, pointing to thousands of people in Qian Qian, bowing my head as a willing ox! Colleagues and teachers, I want to tell you solemnly: I still love it, just want to change it in another way. I know that I am a music martial artist. Let seven notes beat in my heart and sing to my heart's content!

You accompany me, the finless porpoise still loves the Yangtze River, and I still love my dream. I know it takes a long journey to realize my dream. There are joys and sorrows in the journey of life

I just want to do music martial arts rain or shine, no matter how hard it is to stay, no matter whether I pay all the money, I only hear every note that loves my dreams resonate in my heart.