Narration when it rains

I believe everyone is familiar with composition, especially narrative, which is more common. Narrative style includes news, communication, travel notes, close-ups of characters, memoirs and so on. What should I pay attention to when writing this composition? The following are five 600-word narratives when it rains, which I carefully arranged. Welcome to read the collection.

When it rains, there is sunshine in my heart, and rainy days are also a kind of romance. It's raining in my heart, and sunny days are also a kind of suffering. Whether life is happy or not depends on mood.

She said: the difference between cloudy and rainy days is that one is crying and the other is sad. Thunder roared and the surrounding air became violent. Wow, a dazzling laser scalpel cut through the gloomy sky, and the rain soon fell with my tears.

With the beating of the heavy rain, I couldn't help crying. Recalling the moment at school, tears kept falling like a broken line. My thoughts seem to have returned to that time: I cried myself to sleep. I had a dream in which a man and a woman held up an oil-paper umbrella for me. She asked, "Why are you crying here?" She said, "Why don't you try to get out of this haze?" "There is smog all around, why go out?" "How do you know is haze? If you don't look for it, how can you find that the smog is not as big as you think? Find a way out! " I staggered towards the bright side. After a few steps, I found that the surrounding sky gradually became cheerful and the shade gradually became clear. When I stepped into the light completely, I found that the rain was only a small place, and the dark clouds were surrounded by clear sky. After I went out, the dark clouds began to disperse. ...

Because of the rain, the little tadpole in the stream looked eagerly at the sky and murmured, "Where have these children gone?" They don't come to see us, we are so lonely! "Because of the rain and cold weather, the seeds have been planted in the soil for a long time, and there is no sign of germination. I look forward to it every day, looking forward to it ... but God doesn't help me at all. Because of the continuous rain, the spring girl who is afraid of the cold is late. Willow is not green, winter jasmine is not in bloom, and there is no breath of spring.

Isn't it a good time to slow down, slow down and have less natural troubles when it rains? ...

Life is always unhappy. Happy people are not without pain, but cultivate a strong heart, so they are not affected by pain. With a strong heart, it is not life that controls you, but you control life.

When it rains, 600 words, 5 articles, 2 in the high sky where Yunshan stands, I come and go quietly like an angel, enjoying the magnificent scenery wrapped in clouds in the morning or evening.

However, everything about me belongs to "love", and for this love, my life is doomed to fall.

Overlooking the kind earth, everything in front of me surprised me secretly. I am not even as good as the generous and kind mother earth as a light dust floating in the wind.

Walking in the mountains, the trees and flowers are filled with laughter, and the ripples of intoxication are rippling in the wind. So, I jumped on the branches of the treetops and dripped on the beautiful petals. Through the mist as thin as cicada's wings, the sun leisurely drives a flock of sheep covered with rosy clouds, as if there were moving shouts and crisp whips. A few birdsongs passed through the depths of the jungle, and the light shone on me. When the sun smiles, I become crystal clear, such as wearing colorful ornaments and shaking gently with the cold morning breeze.

The village in the shade of the tree is shrouded in flashing silver light, like a enchanting and delicate hibiscus flower just emerging from the water. Falling between the eaves of tiles, I met a girl as beautiful as lilac in a long lonely alley in the south of the Yangtze River. The lilac-scented girl, holding an oil-paper umbrella, fled jokingly against her will and gradually disappeared in the place where the poet Dai Wangshu once stopped.

In the suburbs of Yuan Ye, barefoot under hats and hemp fiber is exciting. I can't help bending down to listen to the silvery laughter, breathing the fresh morning breeze, gently approaching my chest, melting in the mud, happy and quiet.

Listen, or tight or sparse "rustling" talk, is the melody that I exhausted my last life and hit the world hard, and it is the footsteps that I fell to the ground with the most beautiful prayers.

Please calm down and close your eyes. On the edge of the dense and quiet bamboo forest, in the field where the seedlings have just been watered, listen to my affectionate talk and whisper softly. You should practice listening ears, feel my presence with your heart and listen to my delicate whispers.

Some people say that I am a tear in the sky, a sigh of the sea, a drop of rain on the ground, a smile in the field, and an affectionate and impulsive' heart' of Chinese and foreign scholars at all times.

I am a kind, happy, quiet and gentle rain. I want to use my short and surging efforts to make the earth flow with the fragrance of warm soil.

Let my light song become a poem with Kubinashi rhyme.

On the earth, the ordinary and short life is full of wonderful and reverie every day … because I love the world deeply.

When it rains, the Mao Mao rain outside the window hits the window, which makes people feel very calm. "Ding, Ding, get lazy, get lazy." My mood suddenly rose to a climax. I dragged my father out of the house, but we registered anyway. I'm really happy that my horse has been promoted to junior high school. We came to the sixth middle school. If you are a foreigner, you won't recognize this as a junior high school, because the house in front, once the municipal government of Tongxiang, is now a junior high school that many people dream of.

When I got off the bus, I saw lush trees on both sides in front of the gate, and cars of different shapes and colors on both sides of the road. There are reception rooms on both sides of the gate, and the sign of "Tongxiang No.6 Middle School" is hung on two pillars beside the gate. Many people walk through this ancient gate every day.

Walking into No.6 Middle School, there are trees and grass everywhere. It's like walking into a primeval forest and being silent in the drizzle. The trees on both sides of the road led us into the teaching building of No.6 Middle School. Just after crossing the road, I only heard footsteps and drizzle. Studying in such a quiet place is really a pleasure.

When we entered the teaching building, there was a big hole in the middle of the building, so the rain in Mao Mao couldn't get close to us. The windows on both sides are all students' works. In my eyes, they are like artists' paintings. There is a staircase on the left and right sides of the teaching building, which leads to the place where there is reading sound.

Further inside are two completely different houses, and on the right is a two-story canteen. Those old windows can tell at a glance that this is an old house with decades of history. On the left is the newly-built teaching building with orange and white exterior walls, which looks particularly dazzling. The restaurant on the right is blocked by a leafy tree. I will never see his antiquity again. It's especially quiet when it rains.

It rained harder and harder, and the silence in the forest soon became lively. "Symphony of Leaves in the Rain" and "Solo in the Pool in the Rain" are combined into a wonderful tune. Welcome to register.

Although the sixth middle school is strange, it is so kind and comfortable.

When it rains, I know that sugar is sweet and medicine is bitter; The flowers are fresh and the sewage stinks ... so, what is the smell of the familiar storm in our life?

That summer, people were enjoying the sunshine when they suddenly heard a man shouting, "Ah! Where did you get the water? " I thought I heard a giggle-it was Grandpa Lei playing the drums. People immediately realized that it was going to rain heavily! Help the old and carry the young, and fly away. Then there was a loud thunder and heavy raindrops hit people. At this time, the scattered people ran under the eaves of other people's homes and looked up. I saw dark clouds in the sky, like the jade emperor scattering a handful of ashes on the earth to avenge people's evil deeds, which made people afraid that they would never see the blue sky again. At this time, I suddenly felt that the storm was terrible.

Unconsciously, the storm has gone, and the world seems to have changed-the sky is bright again, and the dirty ground before is obviously much cleaner. Is the storm just kidding us? It deliberately makes a scary appearance, but it is actually helping us improve the environment? You see, the sky seems bluer than before; Smell it, the air is as fresh as the smell of flowers and plants; Listen, the sound of birds seems to be clearer ... Alas, it seems that I misunderstood this storm, and it is also doing good for people!

I think I like storms. It has many advantages that we don't know! It does things readily, not as indecisive as autumn rain; It is humorous, always joking, and always startled when it comes to the human world; It is generous, sincere and selfless. When people complained that it was terrible, it quietly left, showing people a new and beautiful world that it had transformed. ...

The storm has so many admirable advantages, so what does it mean? Just when I was "suspicious of mountains and rivers, there was no way to go", I asked my father, who had been full of profound knowledge. He said, "the storm is so refreshing, so humorous, so tolerant and selfless, which shows that it is happy, and that is the taste of happiness!" "

When you look at something from different angles, you can taste different flavors!

When it rains, it rains. It has been dripping since last night, but the happy mood that should have been completely disrupted by the rain has no intention of stopping. Looking out the window at the rain stains and flowers falling, the red fragrance gradually disappears, which is somewhat sad and somewhat melancholy.

Last night, when I was asleep in my warm little world, I suddenly heard my mother calling out to me to undress with me. Alas, I have no choice but to get up and undress with my mother. I can't sleep after picking it. I began to sit alone under the eaves and watch the rain. I watched the glittering and translucent raindrops fall from the endless sky, falling freely like a truly happy angel that day, and finally fell heavily on the ground, turning into ice water on the beach. However, it is not just falling and breaking. If you look with your heart, you will see the raindrops blooming at the last moment of your life! Look! A small raindrop will also bloom the brilliance of life. Why don't we? Looking back on ourselves, we will always find many reasons for failure. What's the point? There is a saying that people often say: only look for the method of success, not the reason of failure. That's right. Very easy to understand. In order to succeed, don't lose heart when you fail, and don't find reasons to cover up your failure. Because I have failed, tears can't buy hope. Only my hard sweat can water the ideal flowers.

Walking outside, I continue to enjoy the beautiful raindrops. Similarly, rain, like flowers and trees, whether it can become a landscape depends on people's mood. A long drought brings rain, and no matter who looks at it, it is beautiful. For example, Zhou Zuoren, a modern celebrity, named his study "Bitter Rain". Although we can't judge his likes and dislikes of rain, we can see that Mr. Zhou is somewhat helpless about rain. I remember that someone once called her boudoir "listening to the rain" and thought that she was also a person who loved the rain and had different feelings for it.

Rain, in the eyes of different people, has different landscapes, just like the landscape in front of us. A thousand people have a thousand kinds of landscapes. Some people like rain, some people hate it, some people sigh, some people are crazy, and they feel different. Don't ruin your mood, but say that your mood ruined the beauty of the rain.

Are you still sad in the rain? Let's look up at the sky together and greet the bright sunshine after the rain with a good mood!