The composition of the sixth grade "True feelings in the rain"

In ordinary daily life, everyone is familiar with writing. Writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our minds and think about our future direction. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following are four compositions I collected for you in the sixth grade. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like them.

The true feelings in the rain This is a rainy autumn night. On the wet bluestone road, people shuttled freely, and their eyes were cold and empty. The air is filled with the fragrance of the earth, but I can't smell any warmth and freshness.

I suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure moving slowly in the crowd. It was an old man, about 80 years old, with a high back, like an old and weak hill, helplessly squeezed and wrapped in the vast sea of people. Her head was forced to bow, and all she could see was a pair of hurried feet and muddy footprints. She knocked on the ground gently and rhythmically with a crutch as old and rickety as her. "DuDu, DuDu, DuDu" is crisp and beautiful. She groped and walked forward carefully.

However, I can't help wondering, the old man is so striking, why can't those pedestrians see this difficult figure? They turned a blind eye and walked quietly, as if nothing had happened, striding away at the end of the road. I shrugged and sighed helplessly. Well, actually, I don't have the courage to face her. This can only be regarded as a lack of strength. I defended myself. I feel my heart is protesting, but I can't take a step.

A figure rushed out of the crowd. It's a man. Obviously, he is a successful man. At first glance, his suit is expensive, and his hair is neatly combed and meticulous. He walked quickly to the old man, hugged her and bent down, as if asking her where she was going and what she needed. My eyes kept staring at them like searchlights, and I didn't even notice the obvious mocking eyes of passers-by when they looked at me. Then, the man hunched his back and led the old man to the side of the road, straightened up and waved behind him to stop a taxi, wrapped his coat for the old man and helped him get on the bus, then said a few words to the driver, took out a bill and paid the fare, and finally watched the car drive out of sight and turn into another street. For a long time, he heaved a sigh of relief and casually walked with the crowd.

My eyes still follow him, just a little more respect and a little more touching. I couldn't get out of this true story just now, but it's like a movie plot. I rushed out of the crowd with my head down, took a deep breath of fresh air and immediately felt the air was full of warmth. I think the world must be full of love and true feelings, which is the best interpretation.

True feelings in the rain A night of cold wind howling and cold rain. Rain and wind roared violently. Dark clouds all over the sky, like a black curtain, cover the gloomy sky and make people feel unhappy.

In the rain and fog, an old man struggled to move his body and walked forward step by step. The rain soaked the uncovered head, and the silver hair glistened with water drops. A poncho umbrella is his only obstacle.

He labored in the rain, and his figure became blurred in the shadow of the rain. A shrill flute sounded, and a man riding a motorcycle stood out. The two figures in the rain seem out of reach. A man's face is full of water, and his heart must be full of anxiety and anxiety!

The man is getting closer and closer, and will soon surpass the old man. I thought he wouldn't hesitate, and he wouldn't stop for a minute. But a miracle happened. The man's car stopped in front of the old man, and he turned his head and whispered in his ear. Because I am far away, I don't know what they are talking about. But I guess it must have something to do with the rain. Sure enough, the old man hesitated for a while, and then slowly climbed on the motorcycle. I don't know whether it's the heavy rain or the old man is too old. It took the old man a long time to get on the bus. And moved the poncho umbrella in his hand to the man's head.

In an instant, a warm current welled up in my heart. I don't know who it is. What time? Scattered "raindrops" fell on my eyelids, and my vision gradually blurred.

I wiped my face with the corner of my clothes and saw the motorcycle slow down and drive forward carefully. It turned out that the man was worried that the old man could not stand the blow of the storm and deliberately slowed down. The two figures are tightly packed together. Just now they were two hearts, but now they are getting warmer and warmer.

My eyes followed the motorcycle and looked out. The car stopped in front of an antique old house. The man carefully helped the old man out of the car and the old man entered the house. The man got on the bus again and disappeared in the vast rain and fog. Then the lights in the old house came on. The warm lights are getting brighter and brighter, as if to pursue that man. The rain continued to sing.

Aika in the rain is so beautiful, and the true feelings in the rain are so touching!

As long as the world is full of love, there is truth everywhere. At this moment, I thoroughly understood the true meaning of this sentence. This incident tells me that every caring action embodies warm true feelings. We should warm the world with love and compose the music of love.

In the long river of my memory, many things have disappeared from my mind, but one thing is deeply imprinted in my mind.

That day, the weather was clear and there were no clouds in Wan Li. The weather forecast also says it will be fine. I dialed the telephone, called my good friend Xiaoxi and invited him to play in the park. Xiaoxi readily agreed.

When I arrived at the park, Xiaoxi was already waiting for me there, and I also brought some good friends to play with. We played minesweeping, 123 traffic lights, rats stealing oil and so on. We had a great time!

It was getting dark, and the sunset slowly climbed down the mountain, ushered in endless darkness. People gradually dispersed, and only Xiaoxi and I haven't gone home yet.

Wow, it's raining! It is raining harder and harder, as if the sky had been pierced. We didn't bring an umbrella. What can we do now? At this moment, an uncle came. Xiaoxi said to his uncle, "Uncle, can I borrow your umbrella? No, no, you used my umbrella. How can I go home? " He left without looking back. Xiaoxi and I had to sit on the bench and wait. I thought, "It's raining so hard that there is nothing in the street. Just go home quickly. " I took the stream by the hand and ran into the rain. I met an aunt who was in a hurry to go to work on the way. Aunt saw us and said to us, "children can't do this, they will catch a cold." Say, pass me the dark blue Fang Gezi umbrella. She asked with concern, "Where do you live?" "We live in Jinyongge Phase II." I answered. She asked us and sent us home. On the way, I looked at her body. Oh, my God, she's all wet! I immediately reminded my aunt and said anxiously, "Aunt, your health ..." Aunt immediately said, "Oh, nothing, nothing, this umbrella is a little crooked."

At the door, we sincerely thank this kind aunt. Looking at her fading back, I feel a little sorry. ...

In life, people need to care and help each other. Whenever you are in trouble, there will always be someone to help you; Whenever you are in danger, someone will always lend you a warm hand. In a word, care and help, love and warmth are indispensable in life.

I remember one time, the weather was fine, the sun was shining everywhere, there was no cloud in Wan Li, and there was a breeze blowing in the air from time to time. It is really comfortable. At this time, my cousin, my cousin and my mother go to the suburbs to play together. We drove to a place surrounded by green trees. The trees here are tall and mighty, and all kinds of leaves have faint fragrance, which smells very comfortable! We got off the bus, flew kites and played games there ... We sang children's songs and danced for a while, and we had a good time. But it didn't last long. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the whole light became dim. Soon, it began to rain cats and dogs. I said to my mother, "It's raining, let's go home!" " ""good. " Mom said with regret. We got on the bus and left in the wind and rain.

After driving for a long time, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and there is water on the road, which flows down the sewer. The car unconsciously drove to the east gate market. However, my mother accidentally slipped on the side of the road and the car tilted to the right. We all fell down. I was agile and only scratched my arm, while my cousins were injured and shed a bright red blood. At this moment, several kind vegetable sellers came running. An old woman saw this situation and shook her head and said, "Oh, dear! It's bleeding! I have some hemostatic and red medicine there, bring them here to wipe for you! " I thought to myself: how nice of them! Give us so much help in such a crisis. What a good man! She went to her food stall, took out two bottles of medicine, ran towards us and gently wiped us with a cotton swab. In this drizzle, I suddenly felt a warm current in my heart. I thought to myself: this old woman is really nice. I really appreciate her love, care and help at this critical moment. At this point, the rain gradually stopped and the rainbow on the horizon smiled at us. We lifted the car and thanked the old lady. She smiled brightly at us like a cream cloth face ... After that, the car drove away and looked back vaguely. The old lady had been watching us. ...

This incident touched me deeply. Until now, I still clearly remember that smile. This is so familiar, so warm, so kind, but she is a stranger. I don't even know her name. However, I sincerely thank this helpful grandmother. I will always remember the kind old woman in the drizzle. ...