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Make a poem with "rainy days"

When it is difficult

The drizzle in early summer is beating on the window.

Napping is laziness.

Humility and dreams come back,

It's been three years since I left you.

Rainy day is another rainy day. The rain outside the window is falling, and the music box outside the window is jingling.

I listened to the intersection of rain and music, and my heart drifted far away. When I suddenly looked back, his figure had not gone far, and his prime minister fell in a deep wound.

I have a very good friend who grew up just because he is a neighbor. He goes to school, studies and plays together. He likes the same thing. He is equally stubborn. I remember that once my new school uniform pants were scratched, and I cried for fear that my mother would scold me. He saw it and asked me what was going on. I told him the reason. He said, "Nothing."

Your mother and I wouldn't talk about you if we changed. ""really? " "well! "So we changed our pants, and when we got home, we heard his mother scold us. I really regretted it at that time. How can I be so selfish and grateful to him?

At that time, I thought he was my lifelong good friend, and naively thought that he would never leave me.

I will never forget the day of July 2009 13. I did so badly in the exam that I refused to believe it was my paper. I was depressed, but I was criticized by my teacher. When I got home, my mother saw the paper and began to nag: "Did you not study hard in the exam?" Do you want to achieve something in the future? " At that time, grievances and sorrows were mixed on my chest like jacks. I endured tears and my mother's scolding and entered the room.

After a while, he came. I wiped my tears and fell on the bed, waiting for him to come in.

When he came in, he said to me loudly, "Hey, all the exams are over. Come out and relax." "No, it's still raining outside." "Come out after all the exams. I know you are the best. Play with me for a while. " "I said, why are you so dark? Don't come to me after the ink? " I may have just vented all my anger, and the last sentence was almost yelled out.

"Don't come out, hum, never looking for you again.

"His last sentence is a little KuQiang.

I was about to say something, but my stubborn temper made me swallow what I wanted to say back. I thought silently for a few days. Always like this. He ran out, and the moment I watched him run out, a tear fell out. I watched her walk far behind, and suddenly felt that something was going to happen, but I still didn't chase her out. Later, he didn't come for several days, and I was not in the mood to go out because of my grades. Later, I found that it was not his character not to come to me for so many days, so I went out to look for him. But when I got to her house, everything changed. She left because her parents were going to work in the city, and I felt as if I had lost something. On the day she left, he wanted to say goodbye to me, but I hurt him mercilessly. At that time, his tears were so wronged and sad. I'm sorry why I didn't see why I didn't find something wrong with him. Why did I let him go out on a rainy day? Will he get sick? I know it's wrong, but he left. I don't know when and whether I can see her again. Tell him I'm sorry. Come back. I miss our friendship. It is raining outside the window. ...

Ask for a 600-word composition on rainy days. It's sunny and cloudy.

Although there is no sun, it is sultry.

Cicada singing in the trees has a low and slow voice and a weak voice; The spider is busy mending its delicate gossip net; The ants nervously moved the delicious food out of the cave.

The grass hung on the ground.

Willow is also like a patient, with weak branches.

We sat in the shade to enjoy the cool, but there was no wind. The air is still, and the sweat seems to fly away, as if it had turned into steam before falling to the ground.

Ah! At this time, it is going to rain! Good things always happen after a severe pain. After three days of gloomy and sultry weather, it's raining again! Look, the grass is swaying with the wind, as if happily receiving the moisture of rain. Rain rolled down the green grass stalks and suddenly entered the soil.

Willow spread its branches and leaves, swinging its branches happily in the rain.

In such a hot summer, those branches that have long been yellow and dry can become lush at this moment. Can't it be blamed on the heavy rain? It was the rain that brought every leaf back to life.

"Hua", the rain is getting bigger and bigger, and it falls on the eaves in strings, splashing one crystal spray after another.

The naughty child immediately ran over and stepped on the splashing water with a smile. In a short time, the sound of rain mixed with children's laughter and music formed a cheerful melody.

I can't wait to rush into the rain, open my arms and look up, and let the falling rain drop on my face.

I enjoy the freshness brought by rain, it can remove the troubles in my heart, and it can make my heart as clear and transparent as raindrops.

At this moment, the street is a sea of umbrellas, like a flowing sea of flowers.

Imagine how many touching stories are being interpreted under the umbrella. Is it the first encounter between Xu Xian and White Snake on the broken bridge, the back of mother after class, or the fun of friends going home side by side on the way after school ... Does every umbrella hold up a clear sky? If there is no rain, we won't feel the deep warmth under the umbrella! Ah! It's sunny when it rains! I've been thinking about it for a long time. If it is not enough, it can be replenished.

Composition in rainy days? I heard that there is a typhoon coming these days, so it has been raining heavily these days.

I always hate rainy days, but only this time, let me feel the fun of rainy days ... (1) Rain is a big adventure! Ding Lingling! "After school, we scrambled to try to squeeze out the narrow campus gate with our own" weapons "-umbrellas.

But it's too crowded, and umbrellas occasionally collide.

Just as I was about to squeeze out of the school gate, my umbrella collided with other boys' umbrellas and had an argument.

Those boys shouted at me and Ruijie first: "Hey! Why did you touch our umbrella? " As soon as I heard their tone, I said not to be outdone, "Hum, there are many people at the school gate on rainy days, and it is common to be beaten by umbrellas!" They were tongue-tied, and one of the boys said to the other, "Ignore those smelly girls, as the saying goes, good men don't fight with women!" " "I snorted again and ignored them.

The short walk from the school gate to the roadside is the most adventurous "journey"! Umbrella under umbrella, umbrella under umbrella, really like a fight in the rain! Ruijie's umbrella was accidentally squeezed out of a corner.

Before she knew it, the umbrella had plunged into my hand.

"ah!" I screamed, "It hurts me!" Ruijie blushed and said to me gently, "Ah! Sorry, little darling! " We continue to "hit the road".

After crossing the road, a big truck came to me and Ruijie.

We were frightened and shouted, "Oh, my mother! The' big monster' is coming! " Before we finished, we ran away, ran away.

(2) the wind and rain are "crazy" and "hoo! Go! Oh! Go! ..... "As soon as the two of us stepped into the lunch class building, Feng didn't know how to be" crazy "! Waves of wind howling with a hint of rain howling, terrible! Fengshen, Rain God! What's the matter with you? Who made you angry again! In an instant, the wind was stronger, the rain was stronger, and the sky became dark.

When the wind was blowing hard, my umbrella was almost blown away by the "crazy" Fengshen! When we went upstairs and entered the door, we began to sit at the desk and start doing our homework.

"shout! Go! Oh! Go! ..... "The wind and still cooperate so tacitly and fiercely! Strong winds and heavy rains make me uneasy.

The wind gradually became "howled".

The wind is getting stronger! The sound of rain gradually became "shua shua".

It's raining harder In the storm, you can vaguely see several plastic bags dancing in the distant gray sky.

Time to go home.

I went downstairs, opened my umbrella and went out.

Ah! I feel it! I feel that the storm is getting bigger and bigger! I stepped forward and got on the bus.

(3) The piano sound in the storm is "Duo, Lai, Mi, Fa ……" On the stormy night, I was happily playing my beloved piano. Although the thunder and rain outside the window are so loud, it can't affect my happy mood.

The sound of wind and rain is still as loud as when I go home, even louder than when I go home! Everyone must think that the sound of thunder and rain doesn't match the beautiful piano sound at all.

But, I think, this is also a good match! Because, I hit the weak part, the wind and rain sound is smaller, and the strong part, the wind and rain sound is louder! There are tears and laughter in the storm, so I love this rainy day!

The composition about writing rain (600 words) Rain is like thousands of magical fingers, like thousands of strings, playing ever-changing sounds.

The spring rain is soft, the summer rain is rough, the autumn rain is desolate and the winter rain is cold; Due to the change of seasons, my mood is different.

However, the color of rain is as beautiful as the sound of rain.

There are many excellent works describing rain in picture music and poetry.

Line color and musical melody are ethereal and transparent.

The thin rain flower, like a floating fog, is white, kissing people's faces lightly and feeling itchy slightly; And gently wet the clothes.

Umbrellas are like sails, floating and sinking in the rain; Also like big wings, the southeast and northwest are boundless, drifting around because of the wind.

Silent rain, silence is better than sound; Funny rain really makes people happy.

You can wander outdoors without wearing a raincoat. Rain, like honey and wine, moistens your soul.

-This strange rain, this strange rain, is like a dream.

I remember the apricot blossom and spring rain in Jiangnan. Raindrops hit the awning, and there was the fragrance of pear blossoms in the rain.

I remember the summer rain in the West Lake, full of vitality, and the lotus leaves all over the lake were beaten.

I remember the autumn rain in Tianmu Mountain. The fog was locked and all the trees rustled. The pines and cypresses that hold up the sky are washed away by the rain, which makes them look particularly vigorous.

I remember the winter rain in Fuchun River, like crying, and the smoke from huts on both sides of the river was gloomy, like a colored pencil drawing.

It's a drizzly and breezy night, suitable for reading poetry and prose.

On a stormy night, horror supernatural novels are desirable.

Otherwise, it is a pleasure to invite a few confidants, make a few cups of strong tea, buy a bag of peanuts and light a candle.

Wind and rain are more suitable for pregnant women, who often suffer from insomnia; A sound of wind and rain seems to leave people and whisper.

That summer, my friends and I sat in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion.

At that time, the water chestnut was ripe. On Lianchi Beach, the villagers were driving boats and busy picking. The white clouds in the sky and the egrets on the water set each other off.

A sudden shower, Malik Pentium; Banping Mountain suddenly disappeared, and only the dense rain hung a bead curtain on Lianchi.

In the shower, the boats that collect water chestnuts are still rocking leisurely.

The people on the boat are even hemp fibers.

There is not much rainfall in the south of Taiwan Province Province.

Especially in Kaohsiung, the dust is all over the sky; The branches and leaves are covered with dust, and after a shower, it is green and brand-new.

Shoushan after the rain, enchanting overlooking the silent love; Silver scale water waves are also dyed green by green hills.

On the banks of the river, on the rows of cement columns, the porcelain covers of rows of street lamps are embedded between mountains and rivers like white jade balls, which vaguely shows the scenery of the West Lake.

"The head of the Spring Rain Building is eight feet high. When will you go back to Zhejiang Chao? "

On that rainy day, Mr. Yu Guangzhong once wrote: "Listen, the cold rain.

Look at that cold rain.

Smell the cold rain.

"This description of the rain is very apt and clever.

I think rain can be felt with your heart.

At half past six in the morning, it was still gray, and there was not much rain outside the window. It looks as if the heavens and the earth are covered with a veil, which is mysterious.

I put on my poncho and hurried to school.

I just pushed my bike out of the garage, and suddenly I felt my hand sink, and the weight of the whole car fell on my hand.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from the third floor window: "What's the matter?" I looked up at my father and signaled with my eyes that his car had broken down.

Father quickly put on his coat, grabbed an umbrella and ran down.

After careful inspection, he comforted me and said, "It will be all right in a minute, but the car is flat!" " "Say that finish, he squatted down, lifted his sleeves and got busy.

As my father told me, I hurried to the garage to get some tools.

When I come back, I can see my father's back in the distance.

He is obviously old, and his rickety back is a little wet by the rain.

However, his broad hands completely ignored his wet back and kept swinging on the wheels.

I handed the tool to my father.

My cold fingertips touched my father's palm, and in an instant, the temperature of my father's palm dissolved all kinds of impatience in my heart.

In the rain, I held an umbrella for my father and waited quietly.

The rain is getting heavier, countless thin lines are connected between heaven and earth, and the wind is getting stronger.

After a while, my father stood up and gave me a try.

He stopped the car, habitually supported his back with his hands, and his eyes were a little tired.

However, my father asked me to take off this poncho and prepare to take me to school myself. He soon got on the road and I got into my father's poncho.

In this extremely narrow space, in a limited field of vision, I saw my father's trouser legs were wet, from light smoke gray to slightly dark ink, and a drop of crystal water dripped down the trouser legs and disappeared on the road.

My father's feet kept moving vigorously, just like what he did for me for so many years, sheltering me from the wind and rain, smoothing my wounds and bringing a ray of sunshine to my gloomy life.

I tried my best to raise my head slightly to prevent tears from running down my eyes.

It's almost 7 o'clock. I arrived at the school gate, picked up my schoolbag and waved goodbye to my father.

My father also raised his hand and casually wiped the water drops from my head.

His palm is still so warm and thick that I feel a little warm when shivering in the cold wind.

He stopped at the same place and waved to me expectantly.

I stood by the glass window of the classroom, and the rain kept dripping before my eyes, looking at my father who had been standing in the rain for a long time.

Under the falling rain and dripping eaves, I feel my father's simple love with my heart, just like his warm palm.

Please write a 600-word article on the topic "It's nice to rain". When I was a child, I lived under a tile house. Whenever it rained, I could hear the intermittent and piercing sound of rain. When I grow up, I live in a reinforced concrete forest, but I can't hear the piercing rain. It seems that my life lacks a lot of aura and something that can make people feel soft and powerless. It is the lightest thing in the world, and it can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings. But the tile house is different. Raindrops tinkled on it, and it immediately made a pleasant sound. The people in the hut are blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When it rains suddenly, the voice is impassioned, such as a hundred horses singing together and Malik galloping. The rain has slowed down, and the voice is weak, and it gently seeps into your heart, like warm spring season. They play dutifully, and those who listen to the rain will overflow endless affection. People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret. The elderly have the ambition of "sleeping at night and listening to the wind and rain, dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the bright lane sells apricot flowers". Rain has become an angel for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes. In their spare time, they are lucky enough to go back to the place where they once listened to the rain. It was a light rain that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, the sound of rain reveals a strange mood that I haven't communicated for a long time. It refused me thousands of miles away. Show me. However, I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion. Oh, what I met in the rain was myself who had left time and space. It told me everything before. I hesitated and asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me? There is a saying: "Young people listen to the rain on the balcony, and the red candle is faint. In the prime of life, listening to the boat and rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. " Different life situations make them feel different. However, listening to the rain is listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the truth and listening to the flow of time. In addition to the echoes of the years, it is still the hardships of the past.

The composition of the rain is 600 words, the cool breeze blows in waves, and the reed leaves by the river make waves of noise.

Soon, the wind gradually strengthened, reeds swayed wildly, the surrounding ground rolled up yellow sand, the sky became dark, dark clouds spread from the northwest corner to the whole sky, and dull thunder sounded in the distance.

This is really a terrible noon. Thunder rumbled and thundered, and the whole sky seemed to be on fire. The strong wind rolled up the dust and made all the trees in the field swish.

After a burst of thunder and lightning, the rainstorm came.

A lot of rain fell on the ground and made a noise.

The rain is getting denser and more urgent. Looking out of the window, I saw raindrops falling rapidly from the sky like strings of beads.

The rain kept flowing down the stone road and was washed away by the rain.

The newly jointing bamboo on both sides of the road is covered by broken rain, and full of green is endless; In the mountain village under the road, there is a peach forest, the first peach blossoms, caged in this misty rain in April, and a layer of moist red mist is radiant. This misty green, this mass of red mist, like watercolor just dripping on paper, is slowly infiltrating.

Oh! This wonderful spring rain, what kind of scene for the future! After a storm, a rainbow hung in the eastern sky, colorful and bright, with a silver submarine lining, wonderful! Wonderful! The rainbow is not far away, just in front of us, next to the observation deck, but just a step away, the foot of the rainbow rises, crosses the sky, goes straight to the green official, and is extremely far away, as if you can climb the stairs from the foot of Changhong and overlook the whole country step by step.

But I saw a rainbow pull out from the deep valley where water is dew, draw an arc in the sky and fall into the deep valley again; Its seven colors are distinct and dazzling, standing in front of you like a huge colored arch. It seems that as long as you walk a dozen steps forward, you can enter the poor door.

I like this rainy day full of colorful world.

It's nice to have a rainy day. How much warmth passed silently under the umbrella, the crops grew stronger and stronger, the river flowed again, and the small fish in the river jumped out of the water and swam around happily! I'm on a mission. The farmer's uncle's crops were bent by the sun, the grass withered and people were playing football.

After rain! ! ! The grass grew again, the river dried up and the land cracked.

The earth is calling, rumbling ",and a burst of thunder has passed! Please, the earth is full of laughter! Let my answer be the best answer! : "well done! "It's raining well", eating green grass, the farmer's uncle smiled with relief, and his smile grew louder and louder, as if God was moved by this sad scene ... After a heavy rain, the sun came out and he stretched himself; The lawn was burning hot, some small animals died because of lack of water, and rabbits jumped around on the grass.

The crops didn't raise their heads and spit bubbles, as if there were many elves, giving the world new life.

After a heavy rain, everything revived and the earth was full of poetry.

At home, people are drawing water; In the park, people are walking leisurely, and people are intoxicated with joy.

The farmer smiled and said that it was another bumper harvest year; The child smiled and said that there was a place to play again; The adults laughed and said that there was another place to purify the air ... people were very happy and there were thriving scenes everywhere! Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons cycle, how many stories are vividly interpreted in rainy days, how many joys bloom in play, and how many longings are quietly bred in silence ... Please, the grass rumbles in * * * ...

Everything on the earth greedily sucks the sweet rain and dew, and birds chirp as if to say that a few drops of rain have fallen in the sky.

Suddenly, it rained harder and harder. ...

Memories in the rain It's raining in Mao Mao, like ox hair, but it's soft.

The rain fell on my body, as if wrapped in a faint layer of silver gauze. It was beautiful and sad, and it fell with the wind and filled Yin Hui.

In this hazy rain, a figure appeared in my mind, from far and near, from far and near, more and more clear ... that day, I rode an old bicycle, holding a note with my body temperature in my hand, wearing a raincoat and going to the vegetable market to buy food.

In the middle of the alley, I found sand mixed with rain scattered on the ground, and steel bars and wires were lying in a mess in the alley.

I hesitated and didn't know how to get there.

I stepped on the muddy alley with my feet deep and shallow, pushing the car hard and limping around the obstacle.

I just breathed a sigh of relief and found a big slope ahead. I secretly complain, but I still cheer myself up: Come on, I can do it! I started going uphill. I can't look after the wires on both sides. "Psst-",a pain hit my heart and my arm was numb. Bright red blood splashed in the air, and with a bang, it fell on the wet ground, causing ripples, rolling and flowing to the corner.

I turned my head and saw a hole in my arm. Blood is ferocious and terrible in the rain and fog.

I wiped my wound with paper and continued on my way.

My arm hurts when I push hard. I frowned, gritted my teeth and walked forward.

At this moment, there was a slight footstep behind him, and a voice said, "Little sister, are you all right?" When I looked back, a big brother was asking me with concern. I bit my pale lip and it took me a long time to spit out two words: "Nothing!" " "When he found the wound on my arm, he quickly took out gauze from his bag and bandaged it for me. Only then did I discover that he was a doctor.

After getting dressed, I smiled and said to him, "Thank you!" He waved, pushed up my car, took me to the vegetable market, accompanied me to buy food, and sent me home.

I thanked him gratefully. He smiled and said, "Nothing, help others!" " When I got home, he said goodbye to me. I looked at his distant back and gradually disappeared into my sight in the hazy drizzle ... The rain quietly left and took away my memory. I watched a new round of red sunrise and clear sky, silently wishing my eldest brother good deeds and a happier life!

"It feels good to walk in the rain!" I said, "You said yes, although she is as old as me.

"Let me take the umbrella, I pick it up.

"I feel that the raindrops as big as beans are pressing her down bit by bit with an umbrella.

"Ha ha, no, go to school directly in the rain.

After school at noon, I am in a hurry. I really don't know what to do. ! I feel relaxed. It is raining. It rained again that morning.

Although there is no rainbow flash after the rain, I think I can still do hand exercises. I have no hope that someone will pick me up, so I can only walk in the drizzle.

I walked and chatted with my companions and disappeared into the endless rain curtain.

Ah, speaking of when it will rain, I feel much more comfortable than sitting in a luxury car in the rain, because the friendship at the same table, like a stove, makes me feel extremely warm.

It was raining, and I found my umbrella leaning towards me unintentionally.

The companion said.

I crossed the road, bearing the sincere and friendly love between a pair of classmates! She swung her umbrella up and down, left and right, and I looked down and saw her feet in slippers exposed in the rain.

It is raining.

"Unconsciously, after breakfast in a hurry, we have reached a fork in the road. We said goodbye to each other and hit my face drop by drop, which reminded me of many past events. A row of white teeth appeared on my face, so cold, I went home. I stood in front of the dormitory building and looked at her; Gone with the wind, rain may be more beautiful than rainbow? Countless, sucking the nectar that moistens everything like grass. This is the spirit of everything on earth.

Stay in the small pool, the footsteps of the rain doll are so sweet: "Let's go.

Perhaps the most common figure is a pair of classmates walking in the rain with umbrellas.

I am in distress situation, the weather is wet and cold.

I hid in the quilt.

But in my eyes, it is more precious than anything else and priceless! Although the rain hit my face very cold, a biting wind? ! It's cold.

"Companion said," ha ha, you use your brain to think about it.

Rain hangs in the sky like a water curtain.

Occasionally.

This rain is hard-won, and the friendship and love between classmates are equally infinite, as precious as scattered pearls.

I opened my mouth wide.

Yesterday, it rained! Dark clouds are gathering in the sky, and soon "Jin Doudou &; quot! Gee, how many times can I walk in this rain in my life? " I mean it! In the rain, the distant scenery has been shrouded in rain and fog, and the nearby scenery is still clearly visible, hey! Rain, a person is also in a daze about this road.

It's raining, so I have to walk home with an umbrella. The rain is so cold: "Hehe, it's too late to bring an umbrella. Tell me."

At home, her movements are really like clowns in a circus. How funny! At this time, can you count how many raindrops this rain has dropped? As soon as she turned around, other students came home with umbrellas and everyone ran out.

How I hope that at this moment, Haoan can run to my side with an umbrella and help me pack my schoolbag. Gee, as thin as a cow's hair and as thin as a flower needle.

Rain is the soul of all things and the fertilizer for farmers to look forward to a new harvest.

Ah! Rain, rain, I really don't want to lose that warm feeling-I got up late again.

She is obviously much shorter than me.

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