Composition in the rain

In normal study, work and life, people often come into contact with composition, which is a kind of comprehensive and creative speech activity. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is my composition in the rain, I hope it will help everyone.

Writing in the rain 1 In a blink of an eye, autumn is coming and the breeze is blowing. At this moment, I am walking in the drizzle in Mao Mao.

The whistling wind blows, and the rustling rain hits the slides: they slide from colorful ladders to the roof and then from the eaves to the grass.

At this time, I am sitting in front of the golden desk in front of the window, watching this refreshing scenery and listening to the happy "singing" of raindrops; At this time, I am listlessly lying on the table, looking at the crowds coming and going out of the window, like a long queue; At this time, I was thinking: why not walk in the drizzle at such a good time, and I can still find memories worth remembering forever in the rain. I think so. I stood up, brushed my notebook, ran downstairs, grabbed my raincoat in one hand, ran to the door like a gust of wind, and hurried away. At this time, I slowed down and slowly walked into this charming scenery. ...

I was walking in a light rain, and the rain dripped on the ground beside the house and flowed to my feet. "Glug", rain boots and raindrops were cruelly separated by my footsteps, but I didn't notice it at all. Huh? I was surprised to find that the roadside plants became full of vitality: grass and flowers were "occupied" by raindrops and covered with rain, but at this time they held their heads high and were full of vitality and vitality! After careful observation, I went on my own way. I walked aimlessly in the rain. "Wow!" The rain stopped, and I found a colorful rainbow bridge on the horizon, which seemed to tell me that your walk was over! Go home!

At this moment, I smiled at the sky, then turned away and went home. I started this exercise.

"Brush brush" ...

I'm going to school today. My mother told me: The weather forecast says there will be heavy rain today. Let me take an umbrella. But I can't see the umbrella is big and heavy, and it's sunny. I didn't mean to rain at all, so I said to my mother, "Mom, you don't need to take an umbrella. Looking at the weather, the weather forecast is definitely wrong. " My mother was about to retort when I walked out of the house.

After a day's class, I picked up my schoolbag and prepared to go home. Suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and the rain began to "tick, tick". At this time, students who didn't bring umbrellas outside immediately ran back to the classroom. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and many big trees are bent. The bamboo grove in the school is also like a group of homeless children, shivering in the rain.

On the path, the parents of the first grade students are eager to pick up their children. It is crowded and the path is packed. I managed to squeeze out. I just wanted to rush out of the campus gate, but suddenly I remembered that I didn't bring my umbrella. When I rushed out, I became a "drowned rat". What should I do? I want to borrow the teacher's mobile phone to call my mother, but I can't. According to the time, my mother is still in Tongli. If she were here, the school would have closed long ago.

At this moment, a loud voice came. When I looked back, it turned out that my grandmother had come to pick me up. I ran quickly. I saw grandma's clothes wet. Come and pick me up. Looking at this scene, I was moved to tears silently.

Now, whenever I think about it, I regret not listening to my mother. You shouldn't watch the weather for a while regardless of the next change. Finally, I realized the truth of the sentence "If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of you".

Writing in the rain 3 Many past events will be awakened inadvertently. The shadow of the past will see the light of day again, so that I wake up unconsciously in my sleep. A heavy rain came, and it told me all the "storms", and my mind followed it to browse the previous "notes". The melody is dancing, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, as if playing a "wind and rain communication song"

Listen! The rain came to me silently not far away …

On the occasion of night arrival, I looked out of the window and a gust of wind passed by. The rain curtain made of rain beads covered the carbon-black sky with a dreamy veil, which made people look less uneasy and sad than before. All the anxiety disappeared in the rain and brought me to my dream: no complaints; No depression; There is no depression there. Only happiness and happiness!

In fact, in our life, we will encounter a "carbon black sky", which seems to never leave its dark light. However, who can create a "rain curtain made of rain beads" and refuse all the unhappiness to our world? There is nothing but ourselves. In the face of setbacks, when you should give up, you should bravely say goodbye to some of them! In the face of confusion, we should try our best to grasp something that we should strive for. In the storm, those scars that left scars in my heart have gone with the wind and rain, making me forget the pain, the sadness and all the setbacks. Even if you give me another chance to bring back those painful memories, it won't make me fall into a puzzle again. Vaguely, they will only make me face the reality more calmly and look for both dull and meaningful happiness.

The breeze blows my cheeks, the rain wets my clothes, and I enjoy a beautiful life of flowers and plants. At this time, the sky is colorful. Forgetting in the Rain has achieved another leap on my growth path. I only think about it when I face reality. In fact, plain is also a fortune!

After school that day, I went to my uncle's house. It was getting dark, as if the fairy had dyed the sky black with a black pen. Dark clouds follow the fairy's footsteps and play games in the sky. Finally, Xiaoyu couldn't bear loneliness and sneaked out to play.

I skipped along the road. When a small raindrop fell from my side, I suddenly realized that it was going to rain heavily. But I didn't bring my umbrella. What should I do? Just when I was sad, I suddenly saw a small shop, and I ran to the store to hide from the rain.

But when I opened the door and walked in, I hesitated: "What if the shopkeeper kicked me out? I went over and pretended to buy something, while shopping and sheltering from the rain in the store. But when I touched my pocket, there was no money in it. It seems that we have to leave in the rain. Embarrassed, I moved to the door step by step. I was just about to open the door when the shopkeeper's aunt stopped me and said, "Little friend, you don't have an umbrella with you in such a heavy rain, do you?" I nodded, and the owner's aunt dragged me into the shop without saying anything, found a towel to wipe my hair, poured a glass of water and said, "Drink quickly, it won't get cold." Then she asked me, "You can't go back in such a heavy rain. Do you want to call your family with my mobile phone? " I answered the phone and dialed my uncle's phone. My uncle said anxiously, "I'm worried to death." I have been looking for you for a long time. "Soon, my uncle came over and said a lot of thanks to the owner's aunt.

Although it has been a long time, I still have a warm feeling every time I think about it. Yes, although she is a stranger, she makes me feel like a relative.

Writing in the rain 5 Early in the morning, I opened the window and was surprised to find that there was a rare heavy rain in such dry weather.

At this time, it didn't rain much, and the clear and bright water drops dripped on the lawn downstairs along the wavy lines of the eaves. At this time, the scrawny grassland has become a small pool. When the water drops fall, coils of water ripple in the small pool. Reach for a drop. This drop of water is not cold, but warm. A gust of wind blew, and the sun visor on the roof filled with water rattled, accompanied by more rain, pouring down quickly. People in the rain are all the same, wearing umbrellas, thick clothes, gloves and thick shoes, and walking in a hurry with heavy steps.

Suddenly, I saw two people running in the rain, as if they were a father and son. Neither of them brought an umbrella, and their hair was wet, like a big black bowl upside down on their heads. The father said to his son as he ran, "What a bargain today! I took a bath for free! " "Say that finish two people burst out laughing.

Seeing the way they laughed, I suddenly had the idea of going out for a walk. I walked downstairs with an umbrella and found that the trash can had fallen down. The sewage in the box flows along the grass to the road and mixes with the rain on the road, giving off a disgusting stench. Walking to the side of the road, a few yellow leaves were blown off by the wind and floated on my face. Suddenly, a burst of cold stimulated my nerves, and I quickly threw the leaves off my face.

I turned into an alley. I didn't expect to see a man curled up in the corner as soon as I entered. That is a beggar, wearing thin and very shabby clothes. He winced when he saw me pass by. Only then did I notice that there was nothing on those feet. I hurried out of the alley, not because of disgust, but because I couldn't stand it. At this moment, suddenly two people came along. They didn't open an umbrella either, but they kept cursing. Listening to the endless curses, I can't help thinking of the father and son before.

Same weather, different scenery, different people, different mentality.

When I got home and looked out of the window, the rain scene seemed different again.

There is such a group of people who are doing what they can silently. They are ready to help others, brave, honest and trustworthy, dedicated and filial, and some are not afraid to risk their lives to help others. Today, as a small reporter, I came to Huizhou Museum and visited Huizhou Hall of Good People. There used to be so many dedicated good people around me.

Looking at the photos on the wall reminds me of a recent scene. It was on the way to school and there were clouds rolling in the sky. It is going to rain. My mother quickly put on her raincoat and took me to school on a small electric car before it rained.

After walking for a while, silky light rain fell from the sky. The raindrops are small, the rain curtain is dense, and the tall buildings are covered with cicada-like white gauze. Just as my mother came to a crossroads with dense traffic, harsh voices came to my ears one after another. "What the hell happened outside?"

I opened my raincoat, and it turned out that the traffic lights in front of Jiarong Square had "gone on strike". Passing cars honked their horns and pushed forward, which was a mess. Mom's little electric car can neither go forward nor backward, and it is stuck at the crossroads. The sound of the police car goes from far to near. The policeman uncle in raincoat got out of the car, stood in the middle of the intersection, blew his whistle with open hands, and the car stopped. The police uncle directs the traffic with skillful and fluent traffic gestures.

The raindrops are connected in a line, and with a "wow", heavy rain falls from the sky like the sky is falling. We slowly passed by the traffic police uncle, and the rain hit his simple raincoat. A string of raindrops slipped from his forehead. Uncle traffic police squinted, perhaps injured by the rain, wiped the rain on his face and continued to direct traffic in the rain.

My mother and I passed the intersection safely, watching the back slowly go away and listening to the gradually blurred whistle. It is these most ordinary and lovely people who contribute silently, do "small things" and interpret "big love in a small town"

Composition 7 in the rain "Kid, do you want to get off here or get off at the bus stop in front?" The driver of the community minibus is looking at me with great interest, watching the downpour outside. I can't help but be absent-minded and mutter, "Here it is."

When I got off the bus, I realized that I was wrong and sighed helplessly. You know, there is still a long way to go from here to the classroom where you study composition.

"Hua ..." It only rained for seven or eight minutes, and the road was full of large and small puddles. Well, it seems impossible not to get wet today. I carried my schoolbag and shuttled back and forth between puddles. Suddenly, a raindrop as big as a bean hit my right eye with lightning speed, and a feeling of numbness spread throughout my eyes. Half squinting, I immediately fled into the bus stop.

Look at me now, it's simply terrible: my hair is beaten into clusters by rain, and my glasses are covered with rain beads; The water slid down my face as if I had just cried; The watch is covered with rain, and the shoes seem to have just been fished out of the pool.

I packed my things and prepared for the zebra crossing ahead. I stared at the traffic lights on the side of the road and stopped at the red light for a long time. I thought: It's time. Maybe I will get a green light when I rush to the zebra crossing from here. I packed my schoolbag and sprinted to the zebra crossing 100 meters. Who knows, I was wrong. The red light shows 12 seconds. I froze. Now I am in a dilemma, standing in the middle of the front and rear zebra crossings. If I cross the zebra crossing now, I may be hit by a car. Back to the station, I'm afraid it's too late. I didn't even have anything to hide where I stood, and the heavy rain poured me over mercilessly!

After crossing the road, I finally saw the door of the composition class, and I was relieved.

A man sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the room, watching the rain getting heavier and heavier, and the beads of rain fell to the ground and turned into a pool of water. Does human life come and go like this raindrop?

When talking about "time", the math teacher said that every second, new life is born, and there are also lost lives.

I always thought I was young and had unlimited youth to squander. But from another angle, in fact, my life is just counting down, like an hourglass. If it leaks, it's gone Every time I think about it, a deep sense of fear will come to my mind. Will I disappear into this world? If there is an afterlife, even if I were given thousands of bowls of Mengpo soup, I would drink it.

Some time ago, I saw the fountain of youth, and I always wondered: Why is Winnie so stupid that she doesn't drink the fountain of youth? If it were me, I would drink it all at once. Live longer, it doesn't matter what you lack. Friends? Just because you live with him doesn't mean he won't leave you. Life, always have to go through several parting, life is too short, cherish this short time? If I have lived for thousands of years, it doesn't mean that I don't cherish every day. It is not bad for a talented scientist like Newton to drink the fountain of youth and promote social development. What's wrong with it? What a great opportunity Winnie missed!

The wind blows, the rain falls on the glass, and the sight is blurred. The pattering sound of raindrops interrupted my train of thought. Hey, what's the use of thinking? I have no fountain of youth, so I can only use these decades to live well and do something meaningful! In fact, this raindrop is also very happy, almost never disappears, and when it evaporates, it becomes a cloud, just like reincarnation. But who knows? It's still not the original one that fell again.

Can people do the same? If life really has reincarnation, will you still remember yourself? Or keep the original idea and "reborn" again and again?

I expect my soul to live forever. ...

It rained all afternoon in the rain, and the peach blossoms on the roadside quietly leaned out of their pink heads and were being baptized by nature. Accompanied by the bell of Rinrin Bell, I walked out of the campus with an umbrella, and my mood was particularly bright.

As soon as I got out of school, I found that the outside of the teaching building was crowded with parents who picked up their children. They are anxious, holding umbrellas and waiting for their children. Finally, I walked through the crowd, put on headphones and listened to the song "Milk Coffee". The beautiful melody hovered in my ear, and I hummed a tune and set foot on my way home.

Just as I was intoxicated with this beautiful melody and beautiful scenery, the voice behind me caught my attention. I turned my head and found a chubby father asking endlessly about his son's performance at school. I thought discontentedly: Really, why are fathers like this now? It's annoying to ask this and that! So I deliberately slowed down and let them go first, followed them far away, and didn't want to be influenced by this annoying father.

At this time, it is raining harder and harder, and the sound of rain dripping on the umbrella surface is like a muffled thunder. I walked on and looked at the father and son in front of me. Suddenly I heard the child in front say, "Dad, I'm so cold. The rain wet my clothes. Can we take a taxi home? " Hearing this, the father quickly put an umbrella on his son's head and encouraged him: "We have come so far, how can we men bravely bear this kind of wind and rain?" I'm going home soon, so hang in there! "The little boy nodded and followed his father in the rain. My father's clothes were all wet by the rain and wrinkled and stuck to his body, but he still held an umbrella for his son regardless and continued to ask his son about the interesting things that happened today. Walking, father and son walked into an alley.

After I got home, sitting at my desk, I thought a lot. Fatherly love may be so obscure. He can shelter you from the wind and rain, but we still have to go our own way. We should not always rely on our parents, but rely on our own efforts to get out of a wonderful life!

Writing in the rain 1 0 On February 6th, students, teachers and parents from Class 6(3) and Class 1 (1) came to Shitangxu Village, Zhoushan Town, Yongkang City to show their love to poor children Xu Feifei.

It rained all the way and the road was muddy, but our hearts had already flown there and wanted to see them as soon as possible.

We first came to Feifei's school, talked with the headmaster for a while, and then came to their home.

Their home is in Yongkang, located between mountains, with good feng shui but underdeveloped, remote and few people care about it.

After nearly half an hour of climbing, our party finally arrived at their home in the afternoon. At this time, a little girl with frostbite on her face was first printed in front of our eyes. She is Xu Feifei's sister Xu Jinhua. We gave her a chocolate and she smiled happily. We walked slowly into the room. Her house is very humble, and the walls are covered with moldy marks. There are some old pieces of furniture in the room. This is a family, and Xu Feifei can only draw in bed. Looking at this scene, my heart tightened. Their lives are very different from mine. I want to help them. I was carrying a bag of candy and said, "Sister, this is the candy we gave you. I hope you will grow up happily in the future. " She smiled at me and said, "Thank you." Although it is raining heavily outside, I feel warm inside. We also left all the donations and materials for last night's benefit performance.

This activity was initiated by Mr. Zhou, who recommended us to read the report "Everyone in the picture is worried" in Urban Express. It's pathetic to see them wearing clothes that don't fit, having no mother and frowning. "Give someone a rose and leave a hand fragrance." We hope that the young ladies can dry their tears, feel love and hope, and grow up as healthy, sunny and happy as us.

The warm winter of the environment is terrible, but the warm winter of the mind is respectable. Let's pass on love together!

Writing in the rain 1 1 A gentle girl likes to walk under the moon, let the moon give her a silver halo and make her body glow softly. Melancholy girl likes to walk in the fog, let the fog put pink windows on her heart, and let her troubles disappear with the fog. ...

I prefer to walk in the rain, which makes me feel the vitality and enthusiasm of nature. I seem to have become a small raindrop, jumping and singing happily and throwing myself into the embrace of nature.

Walking alone in the rain, accompanied by a smell of earth, I understood the meaning of "light rain in the sky, crisp as crisp" In the distance, the mountains under the drizzle are hazy, just like a shy girl. The continuous drizzle covered her with a veil, which made the mountain look more charming. Everything is so beautiful and moving under the shower of rain.

Walking alone in the rain, the drizzle spilled on my face, got into my neck and wet me. Then, a little love melts in my heart. I like to communicate with the rain. After the purification of rain, all the troubles were washed away, and the leaves were spotless and shiny.

A person walking in the rain, no panic, no sadness. Yes, the rain will wake me up. When I am wronged or upset, I will tell the rain. I will cry in the rain and give my tears to the rain. I will get strength from the rain. Because rain can understand my heart, it will gently open the dark clouds and set up a rainbow for me. Rain will make the sun in my heart shine forever, and happiness will always accompany me.

Walking alone in the rain, I often think that life is not always smooth and full of sunshine. It is inevitable that there will be ups and downs, so there is no need to cry and sigh. After all, it is the fiery red sun that greets us. Life is like this. After the baptism of rain, we will forget our troubles and sorrows. "It takes time to ride the wind and waves", and we will regain our confidence. This is the power of rain.

I love the rain, love the rain, love the shining heart of the rain. I like rain, and I like walking in the rain, because I am a happy girl.

How beautiful it is to walk in the rain!

Composition in the rain 12 "Lala, Lala, I am a happy kid after school …" With an umbrella, I skipped to hum my own tune and walked home with my classmates. Do you know why I am so happy? Tell you the truth, because we have a summer vacation!

However, the sky was gloomy and tearful, as if God was unhappy.

"ha! It must be parents and teachers that day. It's sad to see that we can play happily for two months! " Peer partners discovered the "New World".

"That Mao Mao Rain is a child on holiday!" I was surprised and stopped.

"yes! Yes! " The companions chattered with excitement and were in a mess.

At this time, the raindrops are more exciting and lively. Jump into the puddle and splash crystal water; Jump on people, leaving a string of cheerful footprints. "Hua, Ji, Sasha, Vuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvuvu

Have a holiday! Without parents' nagging, teachers' teaching, heavy homework and the pressure of exams, you can browse your favorite books leisurely, play games freely with a few friends, take your parents to climb mountains and "lead" your parents to travel ... relaxed and happy. Thinking of this, I couldn't help turning around a few times, then throwing the umbrella up, catching it, throwing it up again and catching it again. ...

Rain, still falling, tick-tock. After a while, the earth changed. The grass is greener and swaying; The leaves are brighter and sparkling; People are happier and their steps are lighter. Finally, even Grandpa Sun was infected and came out with a smile. ...

However, the rain did not stop. It knows our minds best-we are happiest when we have a holiday, and it will always accompany us!

Composition in the rain 13 just had a quarrel with my mother. I was very angry and ran out of the house. Tears fell like broken beads. I can't stand my mother anymore.

When I ran to the square, it suddenly rained cats and dogs. Rain is like a faucet that can't be turned off. I was soaked to the skin, so I quickly hid in a nearby pavilion.

I sat in the gazebo and watched the downpour outside fall on the ground, splashing like waves. Cold and hungry, I began to say to myself, "Really, it's raining at this time. Does the sky laugh at me like this? " ! Damn day, damn mother. "

There are few people on the road at this time, only a mother and daughter are walking on the road with umbrellas. Mother covered the little girl with more than half an umbrella, but she got wet.

Seeing this scene, I thought of my mother.

Every time I am with my mother, she always leaves me the good ones. Delicious, fun, delicious. Every time my mother watches me eat and play, I feel very satisfied.

It's raining harder and harder at this time, my god! Are you moved to tears for the maternal love of this world? Motherly love is the greatest in the world!

While I was thinking about it, a familiar voice came: "Shuangshuang, where are you?" "I'm here, mom!" In the rain, my mother's familiar figure slowly appeared, and I ran over. Looking at my mother's gentle eyes, I am so ashamed. I whispered to my mother, "Mom, I'm sorry, I was wrong." "Dear daughter, look, you are all wet. Come on, go home and take a bath! " Similarly, my mother gave me most of her umbrellas.

After a while, the rain stopped and the rainbow girl came out. The sky seems to be smiling.

Composition in the Rain 14 It's raining outside the window and people in the building are expecting it.

My mother signed me up for a new cram school. It's a long way from home. I'm a road idiot. I really don't remember the way home from there. On the way, I was a little worried: what if mom forgot to pick me up?

After class, I went downstairs and found it was raining outside. I walked to the door and searched for a long time, but I didn't see my mother's shadow. Fortunately, several students from the cram school haven't been picked up yet, so we sat in chairs in the corridor and chatted. Someone was picked up again during this time. When I picked up the last classmate except me, I found that I was the only one left in the corridor. I have been thinking in my heart: has mom forgotten me? How could she forget me? When can I escape from this lonely place? In the huge corridor, it was just me and a few cold chairs, and there was a light that was not very bright on the ceiling. Dusk is coming. "Oh, she may have forgotten me." I said to myself.

It's still raining outside the building, and it's raining inside.

Suddenly, the sound of wheels running across the road came from outside. I suddenly turned my head and saw only a strange car. The little flame of hope in my heart was doused by the nasty rain again.

A few minutes later, a familiar voice rang out at the door. It's mom! I picked up my bag and ran out the door. My mother took my hand with an umbrella and apologized to me, explaining that it was inconvenient to ride a bike in the rain. At that moment, I stopped blaming my mother, just holding her hand and feeling her warmth.

On the way home, the rain is no longer cold, but warm.

Composition in the rain 15 I haven't seen rain for a long time recently. I am so looking forward to the wonderful symphony of everything.

The rain in memory is beautiful, but it is not its essential beauty. To tell you the truth, I'm a little disgusted with that thunderstorm. The beauty it left me is actually a precious memory it left me!

On a cloudy day, I still didn't listen to my mother's advice and went to play basketball with other students without hesitation. However, when my mother was talking, I still took a heavy umbrella.

The students have all arrived. Among them, I found that Teacher A, who is very tall but clumsy, actually came. It was really a surprise, so we started to play ball.

Suddenly, without warning, the dark clouds in the sky finally vented all their anger. It is true that the word "downpour" has exaggerated elements, but it is no exaggeration to describe the rain. We were stunned by this sudden baptism. Suddenly, as if we saw a lifeline, we saw the very clumsy umbrella and all rushed over.

So there was such a scene: four boys were hiding under an umbrella, and you squeezed me and stumbled to the pavilion at the school gate, trying to run but unable to move. I'm glad I brought this umbrella, too

When we arrived at the pavilion, we found that Mr. A was soaked to the skin. We can't help but think of the situation just now: Mr. A always seems to lean on him. When we asked him, he said nothing. Now that I know the truth, I suddenly admire him.

Later, I was assigned to a junior high school class, he was assigned to class 3, and I was in class 4. Unfortunately, I was not assigned to a class, but his simple figure in the rain really impressed me!