Figure composition in the rain

In study, work and even life, many people have experienced writing, and they are all familiar with writing. Writing is a narrative method to express a theme through words. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is the composition of the figure in the rain I collected for you, for reference only. Welcome to read it. The figure in the rain composition 1

There is a lot of love in real life, which is invisible. You may not feel it, but it is real.

One afternoon in the summer vacation, my mother deliberately said that she would take us out to buy food and help her get the food in order not to let my brother and I play computer and watch TV at home. When I went out, my brother took me on a bicycle, followed by my mother, and walked around the vegetable market for a while and bought two big bags. Halfway back, the clear sky in Wan Li suddenly turned into a big shady scene, covering the whole sky, and even the most dazzling sun disappeared without a trace. The clouds in the sky were getting lower and lower, and it was about to rain. Pedestrians on the road took shelter from the rain in time. Mom said to hurry up, or we would get caught in the rain. She said that we should speed up our steps. Passing 18-wheeler, the heavy rain poured down, and my brother rode away with vegetables. My mother and I quickly ran to the steps of Fang Zhongshan to take shelter from the rain, which didn't stop at all. I wonder in my heart that my brother is really a baiwenhang. It rained so hard that my mother and I ran away. Our clothes were all wet and cold. He must have watched TV when he ran home first. The more he thought about it, the more angry he felt. I must scold him when I got home.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in the rain. He was tall and thin, and it was my brother. I couldn't help shouting, Mom, my brother came to pick us up. I saw an umbrella in his hand and two umbrellas in the other, and his clothes were all wet. It seems that he didn't care to change clothes and came to pick us up directly.

At that time, my cold heart was melted by my brother's actions and warmed up immediately. The figure in the rain composition 2

The black umbrella that sank in the rain curtain covered a large figure and a small figure. This scene is unforgettable in the author's mind. My father's love has been echoing under the umbrella, and the little black umbrella that sank in the rain curtain is deeply understood by the author.

The black umbrella sank in the rain curtain, a large figure and a small figure.

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The sky is bright, the sun is not dry, and the breeze is just right, which will take me out of my dream when I am sleeping. This is my first time to go to school alone! I seem to understand something. I immediately began to brush my teeth and wash my face, put on my schoolbag and hurried to school. There is always a fly in the ointment-I forgot to bring my umbrella.

I didn't bring my umbrella until I got to school, but time waits for no one. It's already 7:4, so I'm in a hurry to go home and get it. While I was hesitating, the math teacher "vetoed" my idea by one vote-she came into the classroom with a big stack of test papers and announced an "important event"-today's unit exam! Alas, I have no choice but to walk into the battlefield full of "murderous look" with a melancholy mood. I only saw the examination paper on the table, revealing its ferocious and ugly face. We killed one brain cell after another in "nothingness" time. We walked out of the classroom slowly, dejectedly preparing for the next exam.

In this way, time passed by, and soon, when dusk came, it suddenly rained cats and dogs in the air-my heart was even more messed up by this rain flower. When I was staring at the sky, suddenly a tall figure appeared behind me-it was dad! I suddenly exclaimed, my father didn't say anything, just holding my little hand with his big hand and taking me slowly home.

on the way back, I only saw the rain flower beating on my shoulder, and my left arm was soaked, so I couldn't help shivering. I frowned when the corner of my father fell on me. He moved the little black umbrella a little, but when I felt it, I moved it a little towards him. In this way, we moved the umbrella in the rain again and again until my father came home with me ... When the night covered the earth, the little black umbrella that sank in the rain curtain left only two backs ... Figures in the rain Composition 3

Orange clothes fluttered there, and the storm flapped there, but those figures never wavered. Although I still can't remember any of their faces, I can always see the orange figure in the wind and rain when I walk alone against the wind.

The first continuous rain in autumn came, followed by a hard-to-see storm, and the cold air it brought stabbed my face like ice slag, which was painful and cold. In the morning, in order to make up the homework I didn't bring last night, I began to rush from home to school at 6 o'clock. The cold wind mixed with cold raindrops slapped my body. Although wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, there is also a raincoat. But the meaning of cold still keeps attacking me. The ground is covered with green leaves, which makes people feel a broken artistic conception.

Although it's morning, it's still dark. Where are the lights on the roadside, it adds a little other color to the world. There can't be anyone on the road who hasn't driven except me! I was complaining, but the two vague orange figures in front of me surprised me a little.

There is another gust of wind, and my car can't help thinking about going away with hate. And look at those two figures, they don't seem to be shaken by the strong wind. The only thing that has changed is that the orange overalls have risen a little, and the messy leaves on the ground have been cleaned up for a while. As soon as the wind blew, the tree was full of rain and was blown down at once. I quickly bowed my head and tried to flash through the cold rain. And look at those two figures, they don't seem to be shaken by this piece of water. The only change is that there is more water on the orange overalls. The messy leaves on the ground have been cleaned for another section.

Of course, they won't tremble because they are used to the crazier and stronger wind than that. Of course, they won't be shaken by that cold water. Because they are not only work clothes, but even the clothes inside may be soaked!

I won't flinch in any wind or rain after that. Because in a certain corner, there is an orange figure standing with the leaves against the stronger wind and the heavier rain! A figure in the rain composition 4

She, an insignificant cleaner, always bends down and stands at the crossroads to clean up the garbage. I see her every day when I come back from school.

She wears a hat on her head, and the brim is so low that it almost covers her eyes. She always smells more pungent than other cleaners, which makes me sick. Every time I see her, I have to cross the street with my nose covered. Until one day.

It was a rainy day, because I failed in the exam, and my mood became very bad, which seemed more gloomy to me. At the crossroads again, I saw the cleaner sweeping the plastic bottles. Suddenly, she staggered and the plastic bottle rolled on my foot. I couldn't beat a place, but my eyes shot into anger and my legs lifted and I kicked the bottle out. I don't want the plastic bottle to pass by the cleaner, bang on the fence and bounce back in the middle of the road. I saw the cleaner rush to look at the bottle, but then the red light turned on, and the car rushed in like a flood. It was difficult for the cleaner to get in and out and was trapped in the middle of the road.

I was shocked and pale, and there was only one word in my heart: Run! I ran out of the composition directly and watched quietly. The poor plastic bottle was fiddled with by the car, and you could see the clatter when flying or rolling between tires ten miles away. It seems to be laughing at the cleaner. When the traffic tide passed, the red light turned on, but the turning traffic continued.

bang! A turning car flew by, and the plastic bottle flew up, bounced in the cleaner's face and bounced back to the road. The cleaner covered his face painfully, but he soon bent down to pick it up. It rained heavily, and her clothes and body were wet. She can't tell whether there are tears or sweat on her face. Shh! Another car passed by and smashed the plastic bottle, so she had to chase it. Her rickety body was crooked and slippery in the wind and rain, but I couldn't laugh. I regret kicking the bottle. Finally, she found the bottle. Her figure was blurred in the rain

I haven't seen the cleaner since the next day. In fact, she couldn't pick up bottles and let them roll around in the middle of the road, but she chose to be a cleaner seriously. Thinking of this and thinking of the figure in the wind and rain, I always feel extremely ashamed. The figure in the rain composition 5

The rain is pouring underground, and the wind is twisting hard and blowing hard. The thick trees sway from side to side in the wind, shaking the leaves noisily, as if they would be uprooted by the wind in the next second. There has been turbid water on the ground, and the traffic is paralyzed. I think about the loud horns of drivers everywhere. I am sitting in the car on my way home from school, watching the heavy rain and the swaying trees outside through the window, and my mind is blank. I just want to get home as soon as possible.

on that road, I don't know how long the traffic was blocked, but the car finally started to move, and I vaguely heard the sound of tires turning in the stagnant water, which caused small waves on the road.

the car is moving slowly. Suddenly, a female traffic policeman in a light blue uniform caught my eye. It turned out that it was she who commanded the driver in the rain and let the cars on the road start to move slowly. She was wearing black trousers in the lower half, and the water had not passed her ankles. She waved her hands in the rain, a light blue short-sleeved uniform, a pair of black trousers, a pair of black military boots, a white police cap, a silvery white watch, no raincoat and no umbrella. She just waddled in the water, letting the rain across her cheeks and anywhere on her body that could be wet, waving her powerful arms, and struggling to command and walk in the rain and wind in the stagnant water. The rain soaked every part of her body, leaving only the faint ripples that were fleeting when she walked in the water.

I couldn't help looking at her through the window for a long time. The wind is very strong, the trees are shaking, and raindrops are flying wildly in the air, but she still straightened her back, straightened her arms and moved up and down, commanding and controlling in an orderly way, keeping the road as smooth as possible. Isn't that the most beautiful dance in the rain?

The wind stopped, the rain stopped, and the tree bent over and stopped shaking. I didn't forget the "dance" until I got home, and I haven't forgotten it until now. You said that without them, how many touching tears would our society lack ... Figure in the rain Composition 6

My father is very kind. Although he is tall and careless, he is very careful with me. Everything I usually do at home is left to me, and he still regards me as the "pearl in your hand" that no one can replace!

I remember one day at noon in the third grade, it was raining cats and dogs. On the way back to the classroom, the heavy rain mercilessly soaked my pants. After returning to the classroom, Mr. Wu found out and called his father to send pants to school. Dad came soon. Because I was having an exam at that time, I answered the paper seriously, but I didn't find my dad standing in the corridor. Until the classmate shouted, "Chen Weiyi, your father is here." I just found out. I saw my father standing in the corridor outside the classroom, holding a bag in his hand, and the beads of rain on his hair kept flowing downwards. As you can imagine, dad came in the pouring rain. I quickly ran out of the classroom, and my father smiled and handed me the bag, saying, "Go and change it! Don't catch a cold! " I took the bag and looked at it carefully. The bag was wrapped tightly with adhesive tape, and only a few drops of rain beads were stained outside. Dad standing in the corridor, his clothes and trousers are almost wet. I stood there in wait for a while, and it took me a long time to return to absolute being. I clenched my bag and strode to the bathroom.

when I came out of the bathroom, my father had already left, leaving a pool of rain on the ground. I looked out of the school from the open back door of the classroom and saw the big umbrella with blue lattice. The tall figure under the umbrella walked quickly to the front and finally disappeared into the rain curtain. Suddenly, my heart trembled and a warm current poured into my heart.

Little things make up a mountain of father's love. Dad, you are my forever support! The figure in the rain composition 7

As time goes by, many things change, but the only constant is the figure in the wind and rain.

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Outside the window, it was overcast and drizzling. The dripping rain on the window, the ticking noise and the refreshing cool breeze reminded me of the past.

when I was in kindergarten, I could always find my father in the bustling crowd after school. My father rides my bike to and from school every day. Whenever thunder rumbles, the children hide under the eaves to avoid the rain, while I confidently walk into the crowd and find my father calling my name quickly and accurately under colorful umbrellas. Dad walked home with an umbrella and my hand. I looked up and found that the umbrella was "crooked", but my father said, "Maybe the umbrella is broken, it's okay." When I got home, my father's half shoulders were wet, but I didn't get a drop of water all over.

Time the old man kept walking forward. Dad's umbrella was "broken" again and again, and his shoulders were soaked again and again. In a few years, my family's means of transportation changed from bicycles to electric cars. In the rain, I plunged into my father's big raincoat and leaned against his warm and generous back. Dad rode a bike with one hand and grabbed my clothes with the other hand so that I wouldn't get caught in the rain. When I got home, I found that my father's hands had been cold and numb, and it took a long time to feel them.

Year after year, I entered junior high school, and my family's means of transportation changed from two to four wheels. Whenever it rains, a car always appears at the school gate to wait for me. Every time, my father will bring a thick coat for me to put on in case I catch cold. I sat in the car and looked at my father carefully. He gripped the steering wheel in his hand and looked straight ahead. He was no longer afraid that the rain would wet my clothes.

My family's transportation is changing, my age is changing, and my father's appearance is changing. Only my father's love for me has remained unchanged over the years. His figure in the wind and rain is the most precious wealth I have in my life.

the rain is still falling, heavy and dense. I decided to go out of school, because I knew that my father would wait for me at the door, and this love would always be there. The figure in the rain composition 8

"rumbled" and it thundered again. I shook my head helplessly. It's a typhoon day in August. It's strange that it doesn't rain! But I didn't think it would be a storm!

it's only been two minutes, and the light rain outside the window has developed into a torrential rain. I casually opened the blue British umbrella and walked out of the school gate.

I saw a familiar figure at a distance. I let out a cry: "Uncle Lao Song!" He slowly turned around and said, "Oh, it's Aki! Come and help me send this child to the Volkswagen opposite. " I replied, "OK, Uncle Song, why didn't you bring your umbrella? "He just laughed and giggled, and it took him a long time to answer," I'm worried about you kids! "

I saw a group of children looking around in the distance. I walked over and took their hands without saying anything.