Write a composition with the theme of September Rain

1. How to write about the rain in September in the diary

The silent rain in September soaked me

I don’t know why it keeps raining in September. Stop, the wind and rain have rolled up the time on the last day of August again.

On the first day of September, the rain fell silently and lingeringly all day long. At night, it refused to leave the world of mortals it was attached to, and was still slowly falling from the sky in strands. .

Outside the glass window, the hazy wisps of rain enveloped the night. Suddenly I realized that it was my sadness, my sadness, my desolation...

The raindrops were like this Knocking on the glass window outside the house, jumping rhythmically, sometimes slowly and sometimes urgently, in this ruthless night.

When I watch the dark night quietly alone, hiding in the corner of the room, watching the rain falling, I always like to describe it with soft words.

In the quiet night, the rain was still falling continuously and finely from the sky, as thin as smoke, densely intertwined into strings of rain curtains, delicate, charming, soft and blurred. Even if the rain can wash away all things, it can wash away all the dust of time, but can it wash away the dust that I love with all my heart...

The rain outside the window at midnight is still falling mercilessly, and one person is still quiet I still hide in the corner, looking out the window as a breeze blows my messy hair and all my thoughts, for whom will I quietly give up my endless waiting. For whom will it fly? The painful thoughts in my heart.

I really want to scatter these memories and deep-rooted longings into the rainy night...

The rain quietly brought a hint of coolness, passing over me, astringent I suddenly hugged my shoulders consciously, and put on a coat. At this moment, my fragile and pure heart was trembling slightly with pain...

But who can know? Me.

Is it true that there is only the fate of meeting and no eternity of waiting?

But will all my past events and cold feelings be buried in the deepest part of my heart forever?

I really don’t want to let go of the love that is the softest and most longing for me.

Deep in my heart is like a book that I have not finished writing. I am used to turning over page after page in the quiet night and recording.

Every time, my warm tears appear on my face, and I feel a bit moved. I am used to using words to describe the ends of the world so close to me at this night.

I am so accustomed to using the keyboard to tap on my unfinished heart and lonely soul at night.

Getting drunk alone on a rainy night.

The rain outside the window is still falling endlessly. This rain has wetted my night, my heart, and my eyes... 2. About the rain on September 7 Composition of 600 words

At the beginning of the Year of the Dragon, accompanied by bursts of spring breeze, the footsteps of early spring, bathed by the spring breeze and spring rain, gently knocked on cities, villages and fields. People always say that "the spring breeze brings happiness to horses," but this year's early spring is like a beautiful and colorful girl. She has the confidence to be appreciated and praised for her unique appearance, but she doesn't want to be overly noticed. The subtle psychology of the world wanders around us with light and slightly hesitant steps. Recently, I took the expressway from Wannan, passing through Jiangsu and Zhejiang to Shanghai, and then returned from Shanghai, deliberately searching for clues of the New Year, but this year's spring always refused to lift its shy veil. Wherever I went, The scenery in front of me has experienced the invasion of a cold winter, and is still as silent as ever. The single gray-brown color tone seems to be passing the time in a hazy state, and I can't smell the soft and beautiful colors of spring. Therefore, hoping for the early arrival of warm and sunny spring has become a yearning in people's hearts. These days, Jiangnan is shrouded in haze, although the weather is not very good. At the beginning of the Year of the Dragon, accompanied by the gusts of spring breeze, the footsteps of early spring, bathed by the spring breeze and spring rain, gently knocked on the cities, villages and fields.

People always say that "the spring breeze brings joy to horseshoe disease", but in the early spring of this year, it is like a beautiful and colorful girl. She has the confidence to be appreciated and praised for her peerless appearance, but... The subtle psychology of not wanting to be overly noticed by people wanders around us with light and slightly hesitant steps. Recently, I took the expressway from Wannan, passing through Jiangsu and Zhejiang to Shanghai, and then back from Shanghai, deliberately searching for clues of the New Year, but this year's spring always refused to lift its shy veil. Wherever I went, The scenery in front of me has experienced the invasion of a cold winter, and is still as silent as ever. The single gray-brown color tone seems to be passing the time in a hazy state, and I can't smell the soft and beautiful colors of spring. Therefore, hoping for the early arrival of warm and sunny spring has become a yearning in people's hearts.

These days, in the haze-shrouded Jiangnan, although the weather is not very cold, the patter of spring rain falls slowly from the sky, making the long-suppressed soul feel calm before the arrival of spring. The environment slowly becomes humid. It was windy for a while, and it was raining for a while. After a while, the Riverside Garden was shrouded in mist and mist.

The cypress trees and fallen willows that have just gained a layer of green are lightly covered with a layer of white mist, and seem to be wrapped in a thin layer of gauze. Looking from a distance, it is really beautiful.

In the lotus pond, known as the living room of the city, broken dreams have been awakened by spring. Several sparrows are chasing and playing on the dry branches and curled dead leaves of the lotus, and bursts of spring breeze pass by. There are ripples on the surface of the pond. The mountains, villages, trees, and rivers across the Qingyi River have just woken up from a winter of laziness. They are yawning and stretching in an almost hazy state, welcoming the first spring in Jiangnan with their own unique attitude and longing. Enjoy the beautiful time of spring.

Looking from a distance, the umbrellas flowing in the city quietly open up all the dreams of this season. 3. Composition: Please write a composition on the topic of "rain". It is required to write a rain scene and express the rain feeling no less than

Spring rain: 1 Listen to the sound of pattering, listen to the crackling sound The crackling sound. This is the symphony played by the familiar spring rain. The spring rain gives us vitality, and it gives the world vitality. The spring rain nourishes the earth, and the earth sucks the spring rain. Under the shower of the spring rain, The grass breaks out of the shackles of the earth and pokes its head out to welcome another flower season. In the drizzle, Miss Willow cannot resist the temptation of the spring rain and comes whirling, adding a lot of vitality to the earth; it waves The dance skirt allows people to judge the spring girl and her dancing. Under the crystal clear "pearl", the flowers are indispensable with their own unique charm. This needle-thin spring rain falls on the flowers, The flowers are rolling, and people can't help but take a closer look. The pine trees, which are evergreen all year round, have also undergone great changes under the spring rain. They put on new green clothes and faced the front seriously, Guard your own position.

Looking at this spring rain, I thought: The plan for the year lies in spring. We must cherish the current spring, let the spring rain bathe us in growing up, and contribute to the construction of the motherland. 2 Spring rain is a key. It carries sweetness and fragrance, gently, gently, and opens the door to spring while you pay a little attention.

In the spring rain, there is a box of colorful paints. You see, it gives pink to the peach trees, and the pink peach blossoms are like girls' faces, smiling there.

It gave the white color to the pear tree, and the white pear blossoms hung there like small white handkerchiefs. The jasmine girl gets more colors, golden, light yellow, and orange.

The beautiful jasmine girl nodded frequently in the spring rain.

The spring rain contains a very pleasant smell. The spring flowers are fragrant, including apricot blossoms and rose flowers.

There are so many fragrant smells, all hidden in the raindrops! Children's feet are often attracted by the fragrance. The spring rain blows the colorful trumpets, telling everyone that summer is coming soon.

People put on half sleeves, and willow and poplar trees sprayed catkins and catkins to let the children have a good time. The spring rain brings a colorful song to the earth and a happy song to the children.

3 I seem to love listening to the sound of rain, just like listening to the voice of nature. Sometimes, I will integrate myself into it and let my thoughts fly in the pattering rain... In my memory Here, the arrival of rain is always accompanied by an indescribable strange emotion. The clouds gradually hang down, half covering the sky, a gentle breeze blows, and the rain comes, very thin and very dense. People's faces, like powder, will appear light and flowing on the grass, trees, and slowly spreading to the entire city. The moist smoke and the sound of rain are beautiful music, don’t you believe it? Look: the swallows are dancing gracefully to the accompaniment of the spring rain! With the arrival of spring, naturally, the pure rain that is as precious as oil also comes slowly. The rain is misty, and the raindrops are strung together into a big rain curtain, covering everything like smoke and mist... Spring rain is not as unrestrained as summer rain. , not as deep as Qiu Yu, but with its own unique tenderness and romance.

On the contrary, our world has ushered in a new hope, and we have new challenges! The sound of rain can calm our souls. It will make us no longer feel sad, but will replace it with self-confidence in facing the future. Friends, remember this wonderful space! And think about it, know it, it will bring infinite light and wisdom to you in confusion and darkness! Summer Rain 1 Today, I stood on the balcony and the wind was blowing.

Suddenly, a few raindrops fell on my head. Before I could recover, the downpour started falling like crazy.

I was caught off guard, my clothes were almost soaked by the rain, and I hurriedly ran into the house. It's strange. Instead of being angry, I became interested in the rain and wanted to appreciate it.

The rain in summer is really different, just like Miss Xia’s tears as big as soybeans, following her unruly and cunning temper, it rains at will, and it is extremely explosive. Caught people off guard. Looking at the ground, the rain was hitting the ground hard, causing countless blisters, as if Miss Xia was venting her unhappiness.

Looking at the sky, it is even more incredible. The dark clouds in the sky are like runaway Pegasus, rolling in like a tide, swallowing up the entire blue sky, leaving no space.

From time to time, a dazzling bolt of lightning pierced the sky, followed by an explosion of thunder, which showed that Miss Xia's anger had reached its peak.

As I watched, the rain became heavier and heavier. A layer of rain curtains covered the windows tightly, making it almost impossible to see what was outside. She comes when she comes and leaves when she leaves.

Before long, the rain slowly stopped, the dark clouds dispersed a little, and the thunder became less and less. I opened the door on the balcony again and walked out. A cool breeze blew in my face, which was much stronger than the wind before the rain.

The rainwater on the roof flowed down, interweaving into a beautiful symphony. It seems that Miss Xia is in a much better mood.

Summer rain is really weird, full of fun and cuteness. 2 On a sultry summer day, I suddenly saw dark clouds and yellow sand all over the sky from my balcony at home, which made people frightened.

"Pa bang bang... bang bang... boom boom...", "Wow!" I shouted in surprise, "The heavy rain army is coming." Suddenly, lightning illuminated the heavy rain, and thunder The sound cheered for the heavy rain, the strong wind opened the way for the heavy rain, and the heavy rain came in a mighty manner.

Some of them rushed into the pond, and the water in the pond quickly overflowed; some got into the soil, and the soil was full in a while; some ran to the plants, and the plants became moist and warm. It's lush... When the rain group went home, the rain on the roof was still rushing to the ground through the sewer pipes, the sky became sunny; the clouds became clear, and a colorful, colorful tower was erected in the sky. What a colorful rainbow! Count them, there are exactly seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, indigo, and purple. The sky clears up after the rain, which reminds me of a saying, "How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain."

The rain in summer really comes and goes in a hurry; the weather before the rain in summer comes It is dull and the air is cool after the rain; if it rains too little in summer, there will be drought, but if it rains too much, there will be floods. Summer rain makes me like it and makes me worry! Autumn Rain 1 With a few tiring sounds, summer left with a bang, but I didn't expect that autumn would fall from the raindrops - even though. 4. Composition on Rain on September 1, 2014

"Get ready" - the physical education teacher said in a long tone.

At this moment, we stand helplessly on the starting line, accepting the first running test of the third grade of junior high school, ready to go. Since just now, little raindrops have been floating down from the sky and quietly escaped into the earth, feeling wet but not wet.

"Run!"

As soon as we finished speaking, we rushed forward like a group of warriors charging into battle.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter if I fail this test. As long as I stay ahead, the teacher won’t think I’m lazy. So it’s better not to run seriously. Just like that, I slowed down with peace of mind.

Near the end of the first lap, an urgent shout came from my ears, which meant that a girl behind me wanted to overtake me. I looked back and saw that it was Cai Yijing. In order to preserve the honor of being a pioneer, I quickly turned around and tried to accelerate with all my strength. An unexpected raindrop suddenly hit my forehead, as if a chill penetrated into my brain, and my heated thoughts sobered up a lot as they cooled down.

I want to get rid of her! I speed up and leave her behind, and at the same time I start to be alert to the footsteps behind me. A chill hit my face and hands. But I didn't slow down because of this, and ran hard to the third lap.

Just a little bit closer! She is about to pass me. A little bit, a little bit worse! I can perform better in the examination room. I started to look back at all my final exams. Which time did I not lose marks because of pride? When did you not lose points due to carelessness? Effort is still needed. The glory and success of the past are, at best, just a pebble paving the way for the present. If we want to pave the road completely, we must rely on the accumulation of hard work now.

It’s the third lap. This is the last stretch of sprinting, and the end point is at the end of the straight at the corner. I am in my third year of junior high school. This is the last journey of hard work. The new world is at the top of this long road that I have paved.

If you don’t try your best to sweat now, when will you wait? I faced the wind, opened my mouth, and breathed heavily. The cold wind mixed with the ice rain cut my throat like a knife. Occasionally, a few raindrops got into my eyes, making me unable to open them. But I don't give up.

The end is just a few steps away, so what’s the point of slowing down now? Simply close your eyes and not look, listen to the whistling wind in your ears, and rush forward firmly and straightly.

"3 minutes and 17 seconds. First place." The teacher pressed the stopwatch and said calmly.

The results are excellent, but compared to my best, they are average. I am not upset, let alone regret it, because I have secretly made up my mind: I will try my best to run every lap in the future, and run steadily!

Smiling, raising my head, closing my eyes, a raindrop gently slipped from my eyelids, wiping away my fatigue. 5. Write an essay with the title "September Sunshine"

September Sunshine

The air throughout September is filled with the breath of gratitude. From teenagers to young adults in their prime, teachers have always been the most worthy of our respect and gratitude.

In my memory, the teacher is a stern father, a kind mother, a touching martial arts hero, and a fiery and warm sun.

You sow the spring sunshine with love. In order to enjoy the joy of autumn, you water it with sweat, nourish it with your blood, and cultivate it with your life. During the day, you and the wind caress the child's face, and in the hazy night , you illuminate our hearts with the sunshine of spring.

For us, you radiate all the sunshine, all the heat, all the energy. You are like a red candle. Even if it is burned out, the light will not dissipate. , you silently do everything for us without saying anything. No matter how hard and tired you are, you are always happy.

Due to the impulse of youth, we have made many mistakes, but those of us who run wildly on the playground and those who desert in class are not just guarantees, but use actions to prove that in the future, we will be your best. students.

Later, we all grew up, and I became you.

Only then did I realize: Under the podium, sitting is always someone else, and standing is always myself.

Only then did I understand: Chalk draws a rainbow and leaves behind beauty.

Only then did I understand: what was written on the blackboard was truth, and what was written on the blackboard was encouragement.

In fact, teachers are the pillars of the motherland. You bend your back and hold up the hope of the motherland.

As long as there is love, spring will be everywhere in the world. As long as there is love, the desert will be green and shaded. As long as there is love, loess can be turned into gold.

Thank you for the love you give us, thank you for your tolerance and care for us, thank you for being with us through thick and thin, and thank you to God for keeping us close.

In this clear, bright and golden September, I wish you that the spring sunshine will shine all over the world! 6. Composition on the topic of rain

Today, it rained. Although the raindrops were not spring rain, they were very gentle, thin, dense, and always intertwined.

It was already very late after school. As I walked on the road, my glasses were covered by raindrops. The yellow lights on the street shone on the ground that was wet by raindrops. The front was hazy, as if mocking from the ground. The orange smoke rising from the bottom of the boudoir is floating lightly in the air, like clouds in the sky, slowly disappearing, and then rising again, which is wonderful.

I stood under the bright street light, and the rain seemed to be clearer. They weaved irregularly diagonally from left to right. I stretched out my hand to catch the rain, and a few drops fell on my hand, gently, almost no The feeling; cool, like a few drops of crystal holy water...

I love rain, whether it is soft and warm spring rain, or violent and ruthless rainstorm, because I feel that they come from the sky to the world. The messengers are beautiful; they also believe that they are just and should punish people for their mistakes.

Rain is pure, it is crystal clear, small and translucent. It always smiles, hoping to see the world in a short time, and then hurriedly turns into a puddle with its companions, telling people that she has been here and left happily.

When I got home, I accidentally found that there was condensation on the window. I drew raindrops on it with my hands, and then happily observed the wonderful changes of the "raindrops" on the window. After a while, the raindrops The shape gradually blurred, and I stood up and walked to my desk, raised my chin, and stared at the wonderful world of rain outside the window... 7. Write a scene description article titled Nanjing in September

Autumn in Nanjing

This is something that everyone in Nanjing likes.

When we came out of the Xuanwu Lake walking trail and prepared to cross the Arctic Mountains, a gust of breeze actually brought a strong gust of fragrance. Fragrance, a very familiar fragrance, this is the smell of osmanthus. A few osmanthus trees are very inconspicuous at the roots of the Ming city wall, but they are the source of the strong fragrance. The pure and elegant woman is sprinkled with perfume. Only After careful observation, I saw the sweet-scented osmanthus hidden under the leaves, blooming like gold.

Suddenly I felt like walking into autumn. To be honest, autumn in Nanjing is charming, and it is the most beautiful season of the year in Nanjing. A beautiful season.

Let’s first compare it with the summer that just passed. In the summer in Nanjing, the sunshine is too strong. In the past, it was listed as one of the four hot stoves in the country. Now, despite the good greening, it is not ranked among the "four big stoves". ", but the feeling of a stove is still the same. The sunlight at noon can burn the silhouette of a person on the ground. And this kind of heat is not like the heat in the north. It has gaps and is dry. In the summer of Nanjing, it is hot in the morning and evening, except In air-conditioned rooms and air-raid shelters, you have no place to hide.

In winter, the lowest temperature in Nanjing is no lower than that in the Northeast, but only when Northeasterners go to Nanjing will they develop more and more scratches on their feet, hands, and ears. Chilblains become more itchy. Why is the humidity in Nanjing high in winter?

Autumn in Nanjing is different: the sunshine is friendly and tolerant, giving people more freedom in dressing, adding one piece of clothing or subtracting one piece of clothing , it’s not a problem, you can do it as you please; the air is fresh, refreshing, and provides people with shade

Cool, the trees that have been busy all summer still have lush branches and leaves, providing people with sufficient oxygen , refreshing and uplifting; as the season gets colder, even if the leaves are about to fall, the fall is also very poetic. You see, the maple leaves are red, and they fall silently. No one knows the sound. The ginkgo leaves are golden, flying like butterflies when they fall, leaving behind a lot of fruits; the leaves of the phoenix tree do not wither, and fall to the ground with a sound, covering the road, like covering the ground with a thick carpet. City< /p>

After all, this is not a rural area. Because of this, sanitation workers in Nanjing are particularly busy in autumn. They have to get up early in the morning to sweep fallen leaves. And when they are sweeping the fallen leaves in front, new fallen leaves will actually fall like rain. Just now The swept road surface soon became covered with fallen leaves, so we had to sweep it again later. This allowed people to fully feel the natural and peaceful atmosphere. I am afraid that if you can feel the rural atmosphere in a big city, Only in Nanjing.

The fallen leaves are almost gone, the majestic cedar, the elegance of camphor, the neatness of holly, etc., will be unyielding and very calm, highlighting people's sight, seeming to tell people : Let’s go through the winter together!

What should we do in this beautiful autumn? Autumn is here, winter is not far away, cherish this lonely and beautiful season. 8. Write an essay on the topic of "rain"

I don't know why, I always like rain. No matter when, where, or what mood you are in. Rain always cheers me up, makes me sigh, makes me sad for no reason, makes me temporarily confused, makes my mood moist, and immerses me in a state.

I don’t like singing Li Yu’s Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon, not because it’s not good, but because it’s too excessive. Once a song becomes cliche, its meaning becomes boring. But I borrowed its melody and applied it to another song "Poppy ~ Listening to the Rain", but I still hum it myself and never get tired of it a hundred times. The poem is "The young man is listening to the rain song upstairs, and the tent is dark with red candles. The middle-aged man is listening to the rain in the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the wild geese are calling the west wind. Now under the eaves of the monk listening to the rain, there are stars on the temples. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, "In front of the stairs, rain drops till dawn." Do you love its poignancy, or do you love its lament about your life? I can't explain it at the moment, but love doesn't need a reason. Right! There is a word in the love poem called "Raining Bell". Even if you don't read it, just think about it, you still think it is beautiful.

I love Yu Guangzhong's "Listen to the Cold Rain". What I love most is the sound and image of the rain hitting the gray tiled roof, and the image of the dancing gray butterfly. Love the aftertaste of the rain's feet walking gently. I love Bai Juyi's "The big strings are as noisy as heavy rain, and the small strings are as keen as whispers", but I always feel that he is trying to say that small strings are also like drizzle, right? It's just that it's too straightforward. So it was changed. Anyway, the drizzle is just like a whisper, and it still feels the same to me.

It seems that I am the only one who loves rain?

The rain at night brings people back to their dreams, and how many memories of the rain can be chewed gently on the pillow. It won't alarm anyone. Is there rain even thousands of mountains away? Are you still looking at the candlelight in the west window? It rained that night thousands of years ago, and it has continued to rain to this day. Is the rainy season in Jiangnan still the same? Are the frog sounds in the grassy pond still as clear and crisp as ever? Who is waiting for me on a rainy night? Is there a sound of chess pieces tapping like rain? That big boy who used his sleeves to protect me from the rain, I wonder how he is doing now? If there were still tile roofs, there would be no need for poetry.

Especially when the drizzle is like silk, oh, how many misty and rainy moments there are in life. Otherwise, how could a clear song be so exciting? At this time, even tears are not needed, only a cold mood is needed.

The light rain in the early morning makes people sober. What kind of weather is it like today? Through the window, looking at the hazy mountains in the distance, everything has changed. It has a mysterious meaning that makes your imagination endless. That waving in the rain, that high-heeled shoes tapping on the concrete floor after the rain, that time hiding under the rain under the eaves, that laughter in the rain, it has been a long time since today

The light rain at dusk makes people sad. Not to mention the word autumn. Li Qingzhao's sycamore drizzle, bit by bit. It must also be because of the dusk rain! You feel so heavy. You closed the window, closed the door, and wanted to hide, but what you could hide from was the rain, but what you couldn't hide from was your heart. Then you think, maybe it would be better to hide in the rain and hide in poetry. Then just think, let’s have a heavy rain! What you want at this moment is an exciting mood. It's really tiring to be lingering all the time!

Rain changes the seasons and brings vitality to all things; rain changes you and gives your unreasonable sadness and joy a place to correspond and find sustenance. I love rain. Life is spiritual because of emotions, and emotions are nourished because of rain. 9. Composition on the theme of rain

Jian Yu "The falling flower is independent, and the swift swallows fly together." Every time I read this poem, my heart is always filled with pain. The poet is sensitive And the passionate heart is clearly visible in this melancholy text. I vaguely remember that because of this poem, I have written many words full of lovesickness. In my passing youth years, the swallows crossing my neck have been touching my weak heart. I saw the swallows happily flying in the sky. Flying, thinking of my solitary back, I always add endless sadness out of thin air, always express my sorrow for new words, and let myself cry over and over again for my sad words.

Before I knew it, May was coming. In this summer that was supposed to be hot, I never felt the enthusiasm that this season should have. On the contrary, the weather was cloudy and sunny all over the sky. The heavy rain made this May feel a bit more desolate and depressing out of thin air.

My school is located deep in the mountains. There is no majestic momentum of the plateau, no sunset smoke in the desert, no endless grassland, and no sea swallowing the fertile sun. There are only two steep hills. The mountains are tightly sandwiched between a small and pitiful river, and the river is also winding and winding because of the existence of the mountains. No matter where we are, all we can see are continuous mountains, blocking what we want to do. Try to extend your sight. After staying in such an environment for a long time, people's minds will inevitably mutate, and they will be limited to the three points and one line of the office, classroom, and dormitory. Life will become boring and helpless. Gradually, those dreams of youth will disappear. It is getting farther and farther away from me, and gradually, I have become a common person who is dawdling around.

It was another rainy day. I was huddled in the dormitory assigned by the school. Through the thick curtains, I listened to the raindrops outside the window. I felt a lot of irritation out of thin air. Then I looked at the ground. , the dampness coming from the ground made the whole house feel like it had just suffered a flood, and the depression in my heart became even deeper. Sitting in front of the computer, looking at the text that kept flashing on the monitor, I couldn't even read a word. I picked up the students' compositions and just read a few lines. Those exercises with unclear sentences made me more irritated. a bit.

In this way, I finally made it to the afternoon, and the rain seemed to have eased a bit. I walked out and looked along the direction of the river. I still couldn't see anything except the vast mountains. Suddenly, a black shadow quickly passed in front of my eyes. Its vigorous figure made a light black mark in the sky, adding a different flavor to the gray sky. At that moment, several more black shadows appeared in front of my eyes. They were flying up and down, sometimes gliding gently, sometimes swooping down, and sometimes soaring into the sky. After a while, the sky was full of their happy faces. figure.

It’s a swallow, a swallow that I have ignored for many years. Watching their figures flying in the sky reminds me of my childhood. At that time, I was in my hometown. Every spring, my father would hammer two nails into the lintel of the gate, and put a palm-sized board on the nails for the swallows to build their nests. At first, I was very puzzled by my father's behavior. It's just a bird, why should we do this? My father told me that swallows are a symbol of good luck. If swallows come to build a nest in a house, good things will happen to that family. At that time, I scoffed at my father's words and thought he was too superstitious. Later, after reading the book, I learned that swallows are not only the people's thoughts on happiness, but more importantly, swallows during spring plowing are also masters at catching insects. Gradually, I understood my father's approach. While helping the swallows build their nests, they often stop and linger for the graceful dancing of the swallows in the sky. My youth diary is filled with countless memories about swallows.

Later, after I started working, I lost my childlike innocence due to the turmoil of worldly affairs, and the intrigues of competing for fame and profit made me lose my poetic heart.

I am busy all day long, but I still don’t know what I am busy with. I live a mediocre life, but I still can’t calm down and look at everything around me. Looking back now, I don’t know how many flowers I have missed. , and missed Yan Qu Yan Lai several times. In the end, all that was left was a tired body and an old heart that was far out of proportion to his actual age.

The swallows in the sky are still flying happily and chirping happily. They are calling their friends, calling their children and daughters, and enjoying the family happiness to the fullest. The wind and rain outside seem to be in harmony with the family relationship. They have nothing to do with each other. In an instant, I suddenly understood that in their hearts, the sad raindrops flying all over the sky had long been cut off by their wings, and now there was only a clear sky in their hearts.

Thinking back, all the troubles we have encountered in our life journey, could it not have been this storm? Why can't we, like swallows, use our flying wings to cut off those raindrops? Thinking of this, all the sorrow that has been squeezing in my heart over the years has been swept away - the turmoil of those worldly affairs, just like the changing weather, may wet our flying wings, but the sky will eventually clear. The rain will eventually stop; those intrigues and intrigues vying for fame and fortune are just like the wind and rain in the sky. The reason why we are unhappy is because our eyes are blurred by the temporary rain. As long as we vibrate our wings and cut off these rain, We will also be as happy as swallows.

Looking up to the sky, the clouds seem to have begun to disperse.