Rainy season composition

In real life or work and study, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed and concise language that one can understand to a developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. I believe many friends are very upset about writing. The following are the rainy season compositions I collected for you, hoping to help you.

Composition in rainy season 1 autumn, osmanthus fragrance and tiny dust begin to float in the air again, dancing loosely under the light. Sunshine is like a teenager who has grown up at once. With his own little secret, he no longer jumps around.

I don't know why, but I think of your past again. I really, really don't want to talk about you and the fragile friendship behind you. This sea of flowers can be spread out in front of you, clearly mixed with harsh green, leaves under your feet and intricate veins, always reminding you that there was such a person in your life.

Unwilling, unhappy and unforgivable, it became the weight of memory flight and fell stubbornly. It wants to face it, get rid of these shackles and start a new journey, and I have to go and let it go.

At that time, the campus was full of yellow flowers in the corner, as if it were tears shed by the sun. It's just a school day, carrying a light schoolbag, but I don't want to collect a heavy friendship in the future. In the whole campus, you are the first person to talk to me, the first person to say that you are happy to know me as a "pistachio", and the first person to pull me together no matter where I go or what I do. In those days, I realized what intimacy is and what is inseparable.

But dear friend, why do you want to stimulate me when I am frustrated? Why not choose to leave until I need you most?

I only remember that when I found you, your unscrupulous smile turned into an invisible hand, which hit your face, spicy and painful.

Is it because of the distance in grades that we have to give up our friendship?

Looking at you from a distance surrounded by a large group of friends, the bright red coat makes me dizzy. At that moment, I really didn't know how to face you again You must be very happy. You got the pass to your ideal school, and there are so many people around to celebrate you. I am not the only one.

The rainy season consists of 2 products with light green tea and a bright breeze. Stepping into the rainy season, I savor life in the soft sunshine.

Stepping into the rainy season means that I am no longer sad for heartless love, no longer sad for flowing water flowing east and setting sun, no longer obsessed with the love like Qiong Yao and Gu Long, and no longer wandering in the elegance of heavy rain.

In the rainy season, I prefer to go fishing with Hemingway, savor the twists and turns of La Traviata's ordinary life, enter Scarlett's emotional world and feel the complicated mood of Niu Mang.

Entering the rainy season, I will be intoxicated by the light of love illuminated by Bing Xin's Little Lantern, moved by Wen Yiduo's unswerving fight against the anger of reactionaries, lamented by Cui Z's heartbreak entrusted to the Yellow Crane Tower because of homesickness, regretted by Wang Anshi's lack of talent and career, admired by Lu You's feat of worrying about the country and the people, and agreed with Fan Zhongyan's open mind of "worrying about the world first, and enjoying the world later".

The lake is rippling and the breeze is rippling. Standing at the top of Huashan Mountain, I looked into the distance. White clouds dotted the blue sky. The eagle in the distance spread its wings and soared The wooded valley was silent. The newborn birds babbled and the heavy bells echoed. Everything is so sacred. This is like the rainy season I expected.

When entering the rainy season, we should be firm in our goals, go forward bravely and be fearless. My heart should always be quiet, treat others with a pure heart, calmly deal with anything, and be as calm as the sun.

Green tea leaves a faint fragrance, the breeze surrounds me, and the sunshine gently leaks down. When I step into the rainy season, I face forward, causing reverie in the rainy season. ...

The composition of the rainy season 3 embellishes the sunset with a touch of sunset, and a starry sky destroys the sunset. Suddenly the sun is going to set in the west, and then I care. Half of the rain in Mao Mao is hazy.

Looking around, it is full of sunset glow. Every pool of water is set like a diamond, full of embarrassment. There is nothing in nothingness when I touch the land under my feet all the time; When I turned a blind eye to the scene in front of me, I struggled in situ. At this moment, the rain is fluttering, and my heart is lowered.

In recent years, love has been surging quietly in the bud that is about to bloom. Before the willow was planted in the shade, it was also painful and sad. I feel that it has gone far, because it left a fleeting feeling in the heavy rain tomorrow. The rain glistened on the lake at one moment and stagnated in the next meditation.

When I blindly realize the disappearance of tomorrow, when I see the water waves circulating day after day, when I am involved in the unpredictable rain and night in the future, when I look at the cold lake, the turbulent dark waves are engraved with layers of turning points and endless darkness.

I never knew that the rainy season in the foreseeable future would cover up communication.

At that moment, it rained heavily, and the pale light set off the pages in black and white. My thoughts suddenly passed by the boat written by Lu Xun.

I suddenly took a road I had never taken. From the mountains and rivers written by Sima Qian to the footprints of Yu's arduous journey, it may be drizzling or extremely bleak at the moment. They all entrusted their years and voices to the dazzling light in front of them, so dull and endless. They use a pen and a ray of light to build a rain in the dark, drive away the darkness, illuminate the road ahead and purify the ethereal.

Who knows, a light has become inseparable. Who stays, who cares. It added a sum of money and left it.

Yes, but it's timeless enough to change color.

Since then, my heart has stopped raining. If it returns, it will be full of colorful paths.

We all cherish the rainy season of that year. I remember when we enjoyed the yellow rain together, we both agreed to be good and not forget each other! Must be very happy, very happy, to write a book about "friendship"! However, the rainy season that year mysteriously disappeared, and I struggled to find it. Turn around and become so untouchable under the rain of broken flowers!

Maybe it's God's intentional arrangement, maybe it's our fate, or maybe it's a fact that we have to face all our lives! We met, knew each other, knew each other, and left at the wrong time and place. In this way, write bit by bit, lose bit by bit, and remember bit by bit!

I miss the time when we sat together eating snacks and talking about the future, and I miss the time when we talked about the rainy season with a smile! That burst of laughter, that bright smile, cast eternity in my mind for a long time! I haven't forgotten the rainy season that year!

Maybe, as you said, there is no friendship in our life. Just like two parallel lines will never intersect. You can easily say,' I'm just your passerby, why should I accompany you to the ends of the earth! "But what about me? Sorry, I'm not that free and easy. I didn't say so directly, "I forgot the rainy season that year!" " "Because, at the beginning, I paid so directly and thoroughly for this friendship! Now, can I explain these losses in one sentence?

The rainy season that year was so beautiful that I always cherish it!

My name is Xuan and I work in a flower shop. What I face every day are those refreshing flowers. After a long time, I feel very tasteless.

That day, it began to rain outside the window, and I was the only one left in the shop. I just watched the rain beat on the glass again and again, listening to its sound and recent business.

It is really cold.

Cheep ~ ~ ~ Someone pushed the door open. That is a very handsome young man, very tall, wearing several black windbreakers.

"Please bring me a rose! Oh, I lost my mind for a moment, rose? It must be for his girlfriend. Who is so lucky to have such a beautiful boyfriend? I keep telling myself. However, I quickly denied my idea. Because there is no excitement or joy on his face, there seems to be some sadness in his eyes.

"Please send it to the 205 ward of the rehabilitation hospital, saying it's from Mr. Chen, and thank him for paying the money. He left without looking back.

These flowers are from Zanzi. Due to physical reasons, I didn't come to work for a few days.

After a week, I was guarding the store alone again, and it began to rain again. After a while, I saw the familiar figure. He still only asked for a rose, but this time, he delivered it himself. I feel that he is full of mysterious colors.

Since then, whenever it rains, I always meet him in the shop. I want to know him from Zanzi, but Zanzi said he didn't know.

One day, a friend of Zanzi was ill. I went to visit with Zanzi, but I was surprised to find that my friend's ward was just the opposite of what the man said. We opened the door of room 205 with curiosity. To our surprise, the hospital bed by the window was clean and no one slept. The bedside is neatly filled with bright red roses. The man in the same ward told us that the woman in this hospital bed died a few days ago. Her son lived with her all the time, and her husband left them long ago. Before he left, he promised to give his wife a rose when he came back.

In the rainy season, I run alone in the ridicule of strong winds, the roar of thunder and the beating of heavy rain. Tears fell like rain.

My mother taught me a lesson. "You are so useless!" "You are so useless!" "You are so useless!" . These five words are entangled in my mind like spider silk. They seem to be smiling at me and spitting at me. Makes me look like a coward.

At school, I always spend most of my time studying. Even after class, I seldom rest. This is because I want to get good grades! I am always the first in my class and the last to leave every day. Because I study late, I always sleep last in the dormitory. Why am I doing this? Isn't it just to make mom and dad proud to get a good grade in the exam?

A bad exam result made me like this. I thought, forget it.

I cried as I ran. It rained less and less, and I ran into a narrow alley. That alley is a mess, as if there had been a war here, with bricks and stones all over the floor.

Walking to a clean place, I suddenly found a spider on the top of the alley with a spider on it. I hit it with a stone in a rage. It hurried to the wall. After a while, it climbed out and began to test whether there was any danger around it. After making sure it is safe, it spits out spider silk from its clothes and starts to weave webs again. Qvanxian Zhang soon finished knitting. So I broke it again, but it soon woven another web.

It suddenly dawned on me. I think the spider's broken web can be reweaved. Can't you get up by yourself if you fail? I feel that my self-confidence has returned, and there is a universal force coming to my mind.

The rain stopped and suddenly a rainbow appeared on the horizon. This reminds me of the poem of a song "I can see the rainbow without wind and rain". Yes! Our life is full of suffering. If the rainy season of youth is not tempered by setbacks now, we can see the rainbow of our success in the future.

In the rainy season, there is a kind of temperature, delicate, permanent and long-lasting warmth.

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The blue sky in rainy season intoxicated many people.

It rained heavily, and the withered branches of trees were covered with a layer of light green color. Rain drops on the trees, and the sparse branches show mottled sky blue.

The bright blue is intoxicating. Under this blue sky, there is a kind of delicate, permanent, continuous and long-lasting warmth.

It was still raining, so I went out of the house. It is like silk, as hazy as a dream. I stepped on the water on the ground and walked to the bus stop. When I saw the bus arrive at the station, I rushed up in three steps. I finally searched my pockets. I wanted to see it, but I didn't. The monthly ticket is gone. People in the back looked at me strangely, and my face turned red in an instant. Head down, turn around and get out of the car. Suddenly, a hand slapped me and handed me a 2 yuan coin. She smiled at me, like the blue sky, fresh and penetrating people's hearts. Even if it is cold, my heart has the temperature of love.

The sky is blue in rainy season, accompanied by the temperature of love.

The rain gradually stopped, but there were still a few drops falling from the sky, soft and crystal clear, revealing a few sky blue. I got off the bus and the drizzle played a wave of music, which dumped the freshness of my life. A little girl limped, stepped on the water on the ground, and her center of gravity was unstable. She leaned down and cried, breaking the blue sky like a wave. I walked over, gently and carefully lifted her up and patted the water on her body. The blue water drops were as slippery and cold as diamonds that day. My sleeve was half wet with water, but it was not cold at all. She looked at me and smiled. The sky is blue, the temperature is delicate, lasting, lasting and warm for a long time.

The rain stopped and the sky became bluer. In this rainy season, I understand that love is a kind of sky blue, a kind of temperature, delicate, permanent, continuous and long-lasting warmth.

In the changeable rainy season, there is a color that explains the love between people with its delicacy and permanence.

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The eight days of rainy season are very high/I want to fly to the sky/catch a blue star/make my wish/you always say/always say that I am too greedy/greedy for this youth oath/meager belief/rainy season of seventeen/dry all my loneliness/everything.

A skirt for school uniforms

Lang Lang, a boy who is singing and riding a bike, a slim girl who is flying in a book skirt. However, all ages of innocence are indispensable beauty.

He said that youth is the afterglow, a fleeting time and our eternal memory, just like his clean white shirt and her confident mouth.

She said that youth is like a fleeting meteor for a second, so we should hold on to it and make a sincere wish for the future.

In the fleeting scenery of the age of innocence, there must be a magnificent fireworks show, a noble and elegant stage play, a basketball court full of sunshine and a wheat field whistling with the wind.

In the fleeting scenery of the age of innocence, she likes Haizi, Ye Saining and Zhang Ailing, reading in the sun and watching an old movie in the middle of the night. In the fleeting scenery of the innocent age, he likes listening to quiet songs, playing ball alone, and telling unknown ideals and sorrows with a smile.

The fleeting scenery in the age of innocence is that the grass grows and the warblers fly, the peanut trees are mixed, and the smoke from the kitchen warms the young; In the fleeting scenery of the innocent age, there is no sad face, no hasty eyes; The fleeting scenery in the age of innocence is the blue sky of our youth, a teenager wandering in all directions, a fleeting time that breaks our hearts and watches us travel all over Qian Shan.

If one day, you no longer believe that princes and princesses can go from a long time ago to eternity, if one day, you stop talking about the future, dreams and expectations will bloom. If one day, you begin to miss that quiet and thin teenager, that girl who bows her head and smiles. If one day, you think of a quiet basketball court, an empty classroom and an occasional old movie. Please remember, it was our innocent age, and it was an age when we told each other our beautiful dreams in the new year.

To say goodbye, we must raise our confident corners of our mouths, and then firmly say with the skirt of school uniforms that we are going to give a gorgeous curtain call to this season.

If life is a book, then youth is the most beautiful chapter; If youth is a big tree, then the flower season and rainy season are delicate leaves; If the flower season and the rainy season are a painting, then we are the most beautiful one in the painting. ...

The earth is green, occasionally a few people walk on the road, and flowers are dotted in the green. For example, a few naughty little beans appeared on a light dark green drawing board, which added some vitality to the drawing board-this is our youth.

After entering the third grade, the time left to play in the first and second grades seems to pass away with the arrival and disappearance of time ... Chinese, mathematics, English, politics, physics, history, chemistry ... It seems that 45 minutes in class every day is not enough, and even after class 10 minutes should be used for class and homework. Every day after school, thinking about so many subjects to recite, and then thinking about the future senior high school entrance examination, college entrance examination, and even college, our hearts begin to become heavy.

However, as Guo Moruo said-"There is nothing more precious than youth in the world, but youth is also the easiest to die. The most precious thing is not cherished, but the most perishable thing is promoting its disappearance. Whoever can be young forever is a great man. " Youth is short and precious. We can't flinch because of our own fears and waste this beautiful youth in vain. Youth is even more regrettable. Adults always lament that they are old, and they can't do it themselves. Stone "talks about juvenile madness in his later years, pulling yellow with the left and blue with the right, and leveling the ranks with a thousand horses ..." Let go of himself, and youth has passed away and cannot be redeemed.

Youth seems to have many friends. We love to laugh, be stubborn, be rebellious and be self-centered ... However, we are still teenage girls, and we won't jump off a building to commit suicide because of a certain problem, as often shown on TV. We are not people who give up after great setbacks; People in their prime shouldn't do this. ...

Youth is a touching song; This is a wonderful picture; It is a beautiful memory in the photo album; Is a turning point in a new life. ...

The composition of rainy season 10 rain is transparent, mixed with the fragrance of earth, which always brings back my good memories.

She is a seed that warms my heart, but she tells me that water drops in the sky are rain. It is a group of lively elves who slide down the slide in the kindergarten and drop on the green leaves, bringing vitality to the plants. She gently wiped the crystal water drops on my clean face, which is my dearest grandmother.

In the rainy season when I was eight years old, God took her away. She left this world forever and slipped away like raindrops, and my days gradually became empty. Like raindrops falling on the ground, they can never return to the air, leaving only deep thoughts. My dearest grandma, I can't watch the rain with you anymore.

It is another rainy day. After school, I slowly walked out of the school gate with an umbrella. The weather forecast said it would rain today, so I brought an umbrella in advance and put it in my schoolbag, because I knew that no one would give me an umbrella at the door now. There is no paper towel in my pocket, and naughty rain drops on my face. I didn't care at all, so I wiped it off with my hand. I didn't wear rain boots, so I hurried home, and no one nagged me when I stepped into the puddle. Suddenly I miss the warm nagging, but now I can't enjoy it anymore.

Before, when grandma was still here, I didn't have to consider taking an umbrella every rainy day. Because grandma always takes me home with an umbrella and paper in her pocket. On the way, the rain on the umbrella dripped on my face. Grandma always holds an umbrella for me and takes out a tissue from her pocket and gently wipes it for me. She found a place at the school gate and let me put on my rain boots. If I step on a puddle naughty, she will always nag me, afraid that my feet will get wet and I will get sick. Now I think of it with mixed feelings and sadness!

It's another rainy day. The rain wet my face, but I can't tell whether it's rain or because I miss grandma's tears too much. ...

The rainy season composition 1 1 The rainy season has begun again.

In retrospect, whenever the exam results are not ideal, I am indifferent inadvertently. When I am depressed, I am alone by the window, lost in endless thoughts.

It's just different tonight. Waves of misty wind blow, bringing a rain like fog and dust, although in the eyes of poets, rain has always been the representative of purity and the embodiment of gentleness. However, tonight's rain in my eyes, but not a trace of agility, is indifferent, but also slightly ironic. There is neither the rapidity of the storm nor the gentleness of the spring rain. Only endless pain and boredom.

My heart is also raining, and the rain floats in my heart, like strings plucked in the wind. Every time I pluck my hair, it makes me sad What ideals, beliefs and pursuits wither in the wind like relentless rain drops. Everything fresh and beautiful seems to be covered with a layer of yarn and turned into a gray tone.

Suddenly, there was another gust of wind. I wrapped my clothes tightly, but from time to time, the wind with a few drops of cold rain slipped into my collar and slowly slipped down my neck ... It seems that the rain will accompany me through this long night tonight.

After a long time, some lights appeared in the sky. Clothes soaked by rain are slowly drying out. Ah! The rain stopped. Leng for a long time, unconsciously, the moonlight has poured down. The earth is covered with a layer of silver, and the moonlight keeps surging in my heart. ...

I see, no matter how long the rainy season is, it will stop. Although you will get lost in the rain, the scenery after the rain is more charming.

After the rain, I am more confident and strong. I believe I will succeed after the rain.

Composition in rainy season 12 Summer afternoon is a wonderful time, and many romantic things in the book happen at this time or end.

I found myself inadvertently making an unforgivable mistake at this moment.

There is only a pale snail shell in that bottle. Next to it is a vegetable leaf with only light brown veins.

I don't feel wet at all

I froze, but the memory has begun to appear. ...

Once upon a time, there was a snail, which looked ordinary. It has an ordinary life and an ordinary mood. It was born in farmland in rainy season.

One day, it lay on a green vegetable. Unfortunately, after many twists and turns, it came to my house. I put it in a small bottle and picked a leaf to accompany it. There is some water at the bottom of the bottle, and the cap is not tightened.

After a while, my mother let out a scream. Snails stick to the handle of the refrigerator. So, I left a small crack in the bottle mouth, and it couldn't climb out.

After a while, I found it wasn't in the bottle. Open the lid and see that it stops at the inner edge of the lid. There is plenty of air there.

"This guy is really a ghost." I smiled. Then pull it down with your fingers and put it at the bottom of the bottle.

"Stay well."

It is lying at the bottom of the bottle, and I can't see its expression clearly. I left.

……

It lay near the bottle mouth and fell down again.

……

Finally, I tightened the bottle cap, leaving no room and no hope.

Then, there is no hurry to put the bottle anywhere.

Many days later, I came across it in a dusty corner. A dry snail stopped at the inner edge of the bottle. Milky skin evaporated with dreams. There is only a heavy snail shell in the palm of your hand, pale and full of innocent souls.

I finally saw its expression clearly, and it solidified its persistence forever.

As soon as I let go, it fell into the water, but I couldn't laugh anymore. There is a dry snail in the rainy season, so sad.

There are other things floating in the snail's shell-my memory, my regret, because I deprived a heart of the right to beat.

Excuse me, the snail that dried up in the rainy season.

Composition in rainy season 13 lying in front of the window, listening to the rain, I beat the branches and the leaves were smashed to pieces. The breeze is blowing on my face, and it is another rainy season! Along the way, I suddenly found that I had spent fifteen years.

What is youth? "Flowers are getting attractive, but shallow grass has no horseshoes"? Is it a flash of time? In fact, youth is a bird, a happy bird with a clear voice. It's free.

Once I missed a lot, lost a lot, and always met time at the wrong time. It's not too late to start now, but it's impossible to start. So, at that moment, I didn't look back, didn't stay, and just walked silently.

Youth is always so short, just like this rainy season, it never stops and is passed down from generation to generation. I always feel that I have lost something. In fact, it is because the last few years have entered the ranks of youth. Just like now, I understand that yesterday's heart is the only way of life, and then face youth calmly. The spring rain has been raining. Are they tears in my heart? Can't give up yesterday's tears?

Life is either painful or sad or frustrated, but how small it is compared with the long river of history. It is not easy to be lucky to come into this world. Why should we continue in vain? "If she just turned her head and smiled, a hundred spells would have been cast." This laughter caused the city to collapse. Youth is like a broken kite, nowhere to be found. ...

After the rain, the leaves that fell to the ground during the period were wiped off by hand and covered with books. It records my youth, and when the sunset comes out, it will shed a dusk. ...

Composition in rainy season 14 Rain breeds a season's life; Thus, a beautiful season bloomed.

The sun is like fire. At the age of seventeen, I gently stepped into the roulette wheel and flowed with time. Suddenly, I remembered the song that had been sung for a long time, and it seemed to be clear in my ear again. "At the age of seventeen, during the rainy season, we had the same memories ..."

The rain in the sky is crisp as crisp. Like grass, we walked into the door of senior three with hope. We all want to break through the darkness and welcome the bright sunshine.

But it's the rainy season after all. In this drizzle, we can't see the future direction clearly. In senior three, we were so hesitant ..., difficult questions, failed exams and boring life challenged our confidence again and again. We are very confused and don't know how to move forward. ...

Just then, the rain suddenly stopped. Look up, it's the teacher! He held up an umbrella for us. Under the umbrella, we share weal and woe. He told us how to move forward. He told us that the important thing is persistence and hard work. We have accumulated strength in the rainy season, and our dreams are still blooming! Therefore, we firmly believe that sunshine is always after the storm!

When we were seventeen, we were a little more sad.

I will still remember meeting you that summer. Hand in hand through this season. We read sage books together; Play with the prosperity of youth; Walking through the ancient Qingshi Road together, we shed memories of all the way … the fragrance of all the way …

Now, we are still together! Fight together, fight together, and wait for knowledge to realize your dreams!

Walking into the campus, the vegetation remains the same. They sent the students away session by session, but they didn't complain about our differences. ...

In the rainy season of seventeen, the footprints of every year are so clear that they remain in our seventeen-year-old youth. ...

How can you see a gorgeous rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?

The rainy season is almost over, and we all believe that the flowers of our dreams will bloom brilliantly this summer, and it's time for bloom.

Composition in rainy season 15 12 years old is a fresh poem, 12 years old is flowing water, 12 years old is a gorgeous rainbow, and 12 years old is a pure nursery rhyme.

Bathed in the sunshine of 12 years old, I felt warm. 12 years old shower in the rain, feeling refreshed. On the other side of the sky, there is a glowing lamp, which is my dream of 12 years old. I heard the small footsteps of 12 years old, accompanied by the song of wind chimes, she came to me. ...

In the rain, I saw 12 years old dragging a long skirt in a hurry. How can I feel what a pure childlike innocence it is? On a sunny day, I saw 12 years old bathing in the sunshine and singing happily. What a wonderful song that is. On a cloudy day, I saw that I was 12 years old, holding a thin, profound and simple book in my hand. How did I feel and what a happy mood I was. 12 years old, it has the warmth of spring, the enthusiasm of summer, the melancholy of autumn and the melancholy of winter. There are crying and laughing, and the dream of growing up is recorded in the diary. Among them, there are friendship and affection. ...

I announced to the world: "I 12 years old!" "

Let go of my folded paper plane and watch it fly … I watch it … you know, it is full of my dreams. Standing under the street lamp, I quietly looked at everything around me. 12 years, in this 12 years, there are my joys and my cries. I folded the colorful lucky star, put it on, and silently counted "one, two, three, four ..." When I counted to 12, one foot seemed to have stepped into the threshold of youth, while the other foot was stuck in a childhood dream and refused to come out. This is a romantic rainy season, but naive with rare maturity.

Watching the autumn wind sweep the fallen leaves, I suddenly felt that kind of rare warmth ... I heard the footsteps of 12 years old, and I saw 12 small candles that were about to be lit. ...

Breathe this fresh air again, and in eight days, I will be a child of 12 years old.

Looking forward to the day when I 12 years old, what will I look like at that time?