Write a composition in the rain.

1. At night, it began to rain. At night, it began to rain before dawn.

On the road, the wind walked alone. He didn't open an umbrella, his clothes were all soaked by cold water droplets, and his pants were dragged to the ground and splashed with mud.

He walked silently, his wet blue hair clinging to his pale and melancholy face. The cry of a wild bird flashed in the sky.

Terrible and sad. The wind has never been so lonely and helpless

"Why?" Such a voice rings in his ear from time to time. Why my mother ... her gift ... thought of this, Feng could not help but hold his hand tightly. He waited all his life and relied on him forever, so he left him mercilessly before his eyes-Feng's mother died of a terminal illness, which is a sad thing.

At this time, the wind felt a terrible pain. Well, he has a long cut on his left hand. It's new. It can be seen from the muddy wound covered with blood and rain that he had had serious mood swings. He covered his poor left arm, remembered something, and frowned ... When his mother died, he gave Feng a gift, a drop of tears made of blue glass.

Exquisite craftsmanship makes this glass tear perfect, just like the tears left by angels because they are too attached to everything in the world. This is undoubtedly the most precious thing of the wind. Just this afternoon-the day after Feng learned that his mother had died of illness, when he walked into the classroom with this blue water drop, Xiao Mu, a friend who knew nothing about it, ran enthusiastically to Feng, but accidentally bumped into him. Feng didn't realize the hidden danger, and his men relaxed consciously ... "Pa!" The drop of water was broken.

Feng's hand was scratched while protecting the water droplets, but it still failed to stay. The wind froze and my brain went blank.

His blood slipped down his arm, just like a bright red tear quietly dripping on a broken blue glass tear, which was terrible. Suddenly, a picture of his mother smiling at him before she died came to his mind. It's so lovely and warm.

But now, everything is gone, and his eyes are full of glass tears. Xiaomu was obviously frightened by this sudden event. Her eyes widened in surprise and she froze in the air, unable to speak.

After a long time, before Xiao Mu could speak, Feng suddenly turned and ran out of the classroom. It rained heavily, and the whole world seemed to be painted with a dull gray by a brush.

The wind walked aimlessly, tears rolled down his cheeks, and now his mind is full of Xiao Mu's shadow. Although he didn't hate Xiao Mu, he didn't know what the shadow was in his heart, which made him have bad memories of Xiaomu.

Now he feels that he is the only one in the world, with no relatives or friends. Even his mother's love for him was erased by Xiao Mu. The trees on both sides of the road rustled by the rain, and he suddenly remembered Xiao Mu's kindness. He remembers when he was a child, they climbed trees together, caught little white cats together, and ate grandpa's figs together in the shade. At this time, a bug jumped out of a fruit, which scared Xiao Mu to throw the fruit on the wind. Finally, the two of them laughed together ... will all this be a memory forever? The wind was so chaotic that he hung his head.

Suddenly, the wind looked up, and he saw a thin figure waiting in the rain under a tree not far ahead. who is it? Not a sad person, is it? The wind quickened its pace and roared past.

It's Xiao Mu! She stood under the tree anxiously, with something in her hand, not knowing what she was doing. He saw the wind coming and strode over.

Xiao Mu looks good, but he seems to be at a loss when he walks into the wind. The wind stopped, the shadow in his heart disappeared, and only a strange thing came to his mind.

Xiao Mu first said, "I'm sorry, I don't know ... I didn't understand until I listened to others. I know what you are thinking ... "Xiao Mu's elegant long hair is still so free, floating in the rain. "Here, here!" The little shepherd said, handing over his things and putting them in the hands of the wind.

The wind is speechless. He felt heavy, so he opened the beautifully bound package carefully, which surprised him.

It was a delicate blue glass smiling face, smiling so happily, as if it were an angel's quiet face, shining with luster. The wind's tears flow more violently, and it's raining. I can't tell which is the rain and which is the tears on his face, but I feel a warm current coming to my heart.

"I didn't find anything so beautiful, so I bought this ..." "Thank you, Xiao Mu!" The wind wiped away tears and smiled at Xiao Mu. "So, are we still friends?" "Yes, of course, all the time!" The wind patted Xiao Mu on the shoulder and saw a ray of sunshine coming through the treetops.

This rainy spot in early summer is so cool and the world in the rain is so fresh.

In the evening, it began to rain intermittently. It rained intermittently before it was dark in the evening.

The land in the jungle becomes wet and muddy, and a puddle can be stepped out with one foot. The leaves wet by the rain trembled slightly, reflecting the silver moonlight.

Fielas, leaning on a stick, walked along an almost illegible rain-washed path in the forest. His clothes are in rags, and his only complete cloak is covered with mud.

Blood mixed with mud flowed from the wound on his forehead. His nose twitched and he carefully identified the road ahead.

Even so, he tripped over a stone by the roadside. Panting, he propped himself up on his elbow and tried to stand up, but he tried several times without success.

He felt that he had no strength at all, and his remaining consciousness was disappearing bit by bit. Before he fainted, he held the wooden staff to his chest and recited the name of the god Talumbel he believed in.

A flash of lightning pierced the sky, and the whole jungle suddenly became very bright, reflecting Fielas's wide eyes and unwilling face. The next morning, the forest was full of fresh air after the rain.

Dewdrops rolled off the leaves and squirrels shuttled between them. The sun shone through the dense canopy and cast several bright spots on the open space.

An open carriage creaked by, and the farmer was driving with a straw in his mouth, and his braids crackled. There are some sundries piled up in the car, and there is a boy sitting at the back of the car.

There is a grass standing on his chestnut hair, and his blue-green eyes are slightly narrowed, and he looks sleepy. "Uncle Soren, how long will it take to get there?" The boy's voice came from behind the car.

The driver didn't hear, so the boy asked again. Then he rubbed his eyes, sat up straight and said, "Soon. Through this forest, we can reach the town ahead.

You can rest there for one night, and then go to the city to see your father by bus. The boy nodded, and after a while he asked, "Uncle Soren, won't you go to town with me?" "The man called sauron absently replied," me? I can't. I have to go to town and sell this car. There are many things waiting for me at home.

All I have to do is send you to the carriage in the city. ""Oh, really. "

The boy's voice was obviously mixed with a trace of disappointment. He bowed his head and fiddled with the buttons on his skirt, feeling that there was nothing to do. However, he was soon attracted by squirrels playing in the Woods.

"If only I could have a squirrel as a pet." He thinks so.

But soon the idea became stronger and stronger, so he jumped out of the car and tried to chase a squirrel when Uncle Sauron was not looking. The squirrel was frightened and hid in the bushes. The boy chased it through the bushes.

Unexpectedly, just after running a few steps, I stopped and fell heavily to the ground. The squirrel sniffed at him in the distance and soon got into the bushes and disappeared.

The boy struggled to get up, found a body under his feet and screamed loudly. This man is wearing a red robe that can't see the color, and the Phnom Penh of the cuffs shows that he is from the Singles Tower in the city.

He has chestnut curly hair like a boy, and one hand holds the stick tightly, and the other hand is tightly buckled in the mud. The boy's scream didn't attract anyone, and Uncle Soren was obviously gone.

The boy looked around in panic, surrounded by dense bushes, and the air was filled with a faint layer of water vapor, which blurred his vision. He bent down to look at the body, only thinking that the man had seen it somewhere.

An idea flashed through his mind. "Yes ... yes, it's impossible!" He turned and ran back, but after only a few meters, he stopped and went back to the body.

He turned around slowly and reached out his trembling hand to push the body. When he saw the face of the body clearly, his chest seemed to be severely hit by his fist and he suddenly collapsed to the ground.

That man is his father. At this moment, he has been dead for a long time, his skin has been covered with a layer of gray, his chestnut hair is stuck together by mud, and his big eyes reveal deep fear and despair.

At this moment, the boy felt that the whole world seemed to have lost its color, and pain and sadness were like a giant hand firmly gripping his throat. He wants to cry, but he can't.

He sat in the mud, his chest heaving violently with his breathing. It was a long time before he calmed down.

"My father told me to be strong." He meditated in his chest.

"I must find out who killed my father." So he turned over his father's body again. In his father's pocket, he found a broken lens, a box of matches soaked in rain, a monocle and a silver-gray bachelor's badge.

There are no valuable clues. My father is a famous astrologer and geographer and enjoys a high reputation in the whole kingdom.

It's just that he is too absorbed in research and is not interested in fame and fortune at all, so he has been living in a small village with boys. This time, the king wanted to invite him to work in the Bachelor Tower. It took him a lot of effort to agree to write a book for the country, detailing his theory and research results.

At this time, a small wooden barrel the thickness of a finger fell from his father's feet and caught his attention. He grabbed the small barrel and found that it was an ordinary thing to hold letters. He opened it and there was a roll of parchment in it.

Thanks to the protection of the barrel, this roll of parchment was preserved in the storm. He unfolded the parchment, and the handwriting on it was legible: My son: When you read this letter, I was gone.

Don't be sad! It was Lord Tallinn Mu Si of the Bachelor Tower who killed me. He was jealous of my knowledge and came up with this deadly plan. He sent someone to speak ill of me in front of the king, making your majesty doubt my loyalty and kill me. He naturally took up my research results.

When you see this letter, destroy it immediately and don't let others see it. You should go to grandma's house in the country at once and hide there for a while.

My old friend Faye will help you ... The following words are caught in the rain and can't be read clearly. They must be my father's instructions The boy stood up, wiped away his tears, read the name of Tallinn Mu Si and resolutely set foot on his way home.

In the evening, before dark, it began to rain. The pavement of the street was wet by the rain, and pedestrians hid in the shops.

Some naughty children are stepping on the newly accumulated puddle. The street suddenly became quiet, and the rustle of rain hitting the ground sent away the last person standing in the street.

People without umbrellas hide.

I want to write a 500-word composition about "Rain Scenery". It's been raining. I held up my umbrella and walked in the rain.

I was stunned by the beautiful scenery in front of me. I didn't expect the rain to be so beautiful I walked by the roadside, listening to the rain splashing on the land.

Everything in front of me seems hazy. I leaned down and looked at the earthworm that had been drilled out of the soil, and my whole body was wet. It seems to be the first time to see such an animal.

It is still raining. I watched how lush the grass grew under the rain. When I got closer, I found that there was only a little bit, which reminded me of a sentence by an ancient poet in China, "The sky is crisp with rain, and the grass is close at a distance, and there is nothing."

This rain scene is like a superb painter's ink painting, but which painter has such exquisite painting meaning.

Walking, I threw away my umbrella and let the rain fall on me. It's cold and comfortable, just like there is ice on me.

The rain stopped suddenly and the rainbow overflowed the horizon. Colorful brilliance blinded my eyes. What a beautiful rainy scene!

4. essay: it rained and fell. I'm on my way to school. I like green willows in spring, green grass in spring and beautiful flowers in spring ... but I prefer the drizzle in early spring.

Spring has come, and the spring rain floats to the world under the escort of gentle spring breeze. Look! After a winter drought, the earth began to suck its mother's milk greedily; The grass is also full of vitality, dancing with delicate waist; Flowers in bud show lovely smiling faces. ...

I walked on the road with an umbrella, and the spring rain was falling. The sound of "tick-tock" fell to the ground and floated on the umbrella, just like beautiful music lingering in my ears. I put my little hand out of the umbrella and let the drizzle fall in my hand. I felt itchy and cold, but I got wet for a while and then slipped through my fingers.

Yes, spring rain is like this. Soft and thin. But it moistened the earth with all its strength, nurtured flowers and trees, took away the dust in the air, and left a clean and colorful world for people.

Ah, Chun Yu, your selfless dedication is always worth learning.

Oh, Spring Rain, let me praise you!

5. At the beginning of the composition: The 500-word "Wu Lu Jia" is raining all night …

It rained slowly, and "sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic ……" gradually washed away the dust in the air. Didn't you see that old tree? Look! They are full of energy and seem to stand up a lot. Calling the bird, the bird in the tree saw the rain coming and came out of its nest, singing happily: "It's raining! It is raining! Rain boy is coming! Look, everybody! Look! "

Banana waved her slender green arms and greeted the children in the rain to play. Rain boys are so happy! I flew in a hurry and landed on Aunt Bajiao's head, body and hands. They play on aunt banana, slide down like a slide, land and disappear instantly. It turned out to be integrated into the soil and in close contact with Mother Earth. Mother Earth opened her arms. Embrace the rain boy.

On the ground, grass and flowers seem to have bought new clothes, becoming more colorful and charming. Nodding from time to time, praising Yu Tong's kindness. In the mud, Yutong met Mr. Earthworm, and just finished greeting, but disappeared again. The result was completely absorbed by the soil.

The little ants on the ground look up at the sky, watching the rain in the sky, raining and raining. On the eaves, the rain boy fell, landed on the roof, ran down the tiles and landed on the ground. "Tick-tock, tick-tock ..." Like a musician playing a symphony, it is elegant and graceful. Let the little ants be fascinated, immersed in the enjoyment of beauty, and nod from time to time. It's like entering a beautiful fairyland and lingering.

It rained heavily, and the mountains in the distance became blurred and hazy. Like a landscape painting. Looking around, it is green, and the whole world seems to be green, except green. Turquoise, light green, yellow-green, blue-green together into a beautiful song, flying everywhere. ...

It's raining. ...

in the rain

Spring, like a child's face, changes as you say. No, God said it, and it dripped, like a silver silk thread that kept pulling, woven into a transparent net, covering the green tree building and the way home. ...

After school, all the students left, leaving me alone at the school gate. I stood on tiptoe, craned my neck and looked anxiously at the foggy wind and rain in the distance. Alas, why hasn't grandpa come to pick me up? You are always as punctual as an electronic clock! Did you have an accident? And the front corner must be full of water, turning into a big puddle. How can I live?

Suddenly, from the dense rain curtain, an old man was soaked to the skin. Ah, it's my grandfather! Although holding an umbrella, he took a step and made a pool of water. His head is steaming, he is stumbling and panting! I jumped up with joy and kissed his wet face. He smiled happily, and the wrinkles like walnuts spread out at once. While wearing rain boots and holding an umbrella, I asked, "What happened to my feet? Come so late! " There was a hint of reproach in the tone. He snorted with a smile and answered irrelevant questions: "What's the big deal! It's a piece of cake! " What an old fool!

When we reached the corner of the path, wow, it was already shining and turned into a big pond! I still remember that a few days ago, when it rained, passers-by passed by here, afraid of getting dirty one by one, and they all willingly lifted their trouser legs, tiptoed carefully and skipped around here for a long time. Alas, the embarrassing appearance of sticking their heads out really made me laugh and hurt my stomach! Grandpa saw it and said to himself, hey, it's just a little effort! You see, there are many flat red bricks on the pond now, and the bricks are separated by a step or so, fighting until the end of the pond. Look, pedestrians are walking briskly on it with umbrellas. They spread their arms slightly like birds, step by step, as if they were dancing a beautiful Dai umbrella dance!

Raindrops hit the pond, rippling round and round, as if glittering and translucent flowers kept opening. Looking at this special red brick path in the rain, I felt warm and thought: Do you still have to guess? My grandfather must have done it, because he often does such good things silently: cleaning public places, tightening public taps and helping blind people cross the road … Oh, he is not confused at all, his life has come step by step! Thinking of the reproach I gave my grandfather just now, I was ashamed, and I had a brainwave and praised him severely: "Grandpa, you are really a living Lei Feng!" " ""that's amazing! Piece of cake! "He blushed, smiled like a doll, and his face was wrinkled like a spring!

Spring rain, pattering, is getting bigger and bigger. I followed my grandfather closely, listening to the heavy footsteps, and I couldn't help thinking: Grandpa, Grandpa, in the future, I will go out of my own way step by step like you. ...

6. The composition of the drizzle outside the window is continuing, and the rain is falling.

Outside the window, it is raining.

Looking up from time to time, sitting by the window, enjoying the rain and looking at the blue sky.

Why is life so uneasy? Success again and again makes me proud, and failure again and again makes me anxious. Is this life? I thought, no! Success again and again kept me from giving up, and failure again and again pushed me forward.

Looking back at the past storms, those memories have been sealed and cannot be changed. Yesterday's sadness is still there today. Why? People often don't care about success, and often don't take failure seriously. Is success easier than failure? Remember that failure is introspection, but remember that success is pride? People are unpredictable. Looking up, the rain has stopped and the gorgeous rainbow is sticking out. Isn't life like this? When I am proud of my ambition, have you ever thought about it? You should sow hard, water new buds with sweat, fertilize with wisdom, and pick fruitful fruits with perseverance.

It cleared up and the rain stopped. At this moment, I saw the efforts of life and the fruits of harvest. Now, the weather is fine and people are getting old. Looking back at what happened just now, it seems that time has passed and I only remember my efforts. When you climb to the top of the mountain through hardships, the journey up the mountain is the most beautiful; When you get excellent grades, progress is the most valuable; When the success of your dream comes, the failure again and again seems so kind.

I sit under the sky and meditate: life is like this rain.

7. The name of this song is "Dripping Rain". How to write the content? Outside the door, the falling rain kept falling on the leaves, rustling, rustling, rustling …

"She went to contribute!" These five words are too hard to accept, just like a huge hammer, which keeps hitting your head until a big hole is enough for these five words to squeeze in, making your life miserable.

I don't believe it. I don't believe that she really succeeded in submitting the manuscript, and unexpectedly got the manuscript fee of 15 yuan. I played with my classmate's eyes like fire, and looked at her and was almost burned to water by them. I finally lowered my head for a long time and suddenly felt something broken in my heart.

Since Yu was born, why did he give birth to Liang?

I began to hate her: complaining in front of my best friend, complaining in front of my classmates, and even pouring dog blood on her in my diary …

She went to the office again. I know, she contributed again. It is not difficult to see that from her slightly upturned mouth and red face, I can understand eight or nine points in my heart.

After class, I asked her what she had done, but she didn't change her face: "Nothing!" " "I'm angry. You know, I hate liars.

God, I hate you! Why did you give me a sentimental style without a beautiful sentence? Why give me a smart head but no beautiful face?

I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!

In the rain, my heart has a strange taste again. Use sour, bitter, spicy and salty, but, but, why not sweet? Where's sweets Where is Tian? In the hazy rain, I saw the sweetness and waved to me!

Yes! I can't go down any more! I am no longer the bird that was struck by lightning just after flying to the starting line! I want applause! I want to soar! I want to admire!

A drop of water falls on my cheek, whether it is rain or tears, I can't care less! I don't care at all! Wipe away the tears hanging on the eyelashes and shout loudly: "I want to contribute, I can't go on!" " "

The rain is still falling, falling on the leaves, rustling, rustling, rustling. ...

Fang Shujia, Grade 6, Banqiao Banzhong, Mengcheng County, Bozhou City, Anhui Province

In the evening, it rained in early summer on the road.

On the way, a little girl stumbled. She is only three years old and is my neighbor. Her parents are very busy, and only grandparents take care of her at home. I have been staring at her, watching her stagger in the rain, like a lovely duckling.

Suddenly, there was a plop, and the little girl slipped in the rain and began to cry. My heart thumped, then I grabbed a broken umbrella and rushed out the door. Pick up the little girl and hold her hand to the door. Hey, why is the door closed? I knocked hard at the door, but no one answered. I called several times, but no one answered me. I was surprised and took her hand and walked home.

Her hair is wet, her clothes are all muddy, and her shoes and socks are all wet. I took off her coat, hung it on the shelf, sat her on the sofa and took off her shoes. Suddenly, when she stroked my hair with her warm little hand, I looked up and found her eyes full of sympathy. Looking down, the water droplets on the hair have merged into a "big pool" on the floor.

I froze. ...

I suddenly feel: this early summer rain is so cool; The air is so fresh.

9. It is a courtesy and a virtue to care on the road when it rains in the evening. There are many virtues around us, and the word caring can often be found in a small matter. For example, if you give up your seat in the car, the concern between people will be reflected. In my memory, there is one thing I can't forget, which makes me know how to care and help.

One afternoon, the cold wind roared and it was dark. It looked like rain. Sure enough, when we walked out of the classroom, we found sleet outside. Fortunately, my mother brought me an umbrella. I was glad at the door and patted my chest and said, I can't be a drowned rat today. Some students sighed and said, haha, I also brought an umbrella. In this way, students with umbrellas left one after another, and students without umbrellas could only look at the school gate and look forward to the arrival of their parents. Because I forgot to take the water cup, I went back to the classroom to get it back, so I saw a touching scene. In the corridor, a male classmate looked around in the corridor. He must have been waiting for his parents to arrive. He frowned. What weather? Why does it rain? Just as a big brother heard it, he said to his little classmates that he didn't bring an umbrella, did he? Why don't you use mine first? I have another one, the little classmate said gratefully, and took the umbrella. It disappeared in the rain. Then I found that my eldest brother only had an umbrella. He ran out of the school gate without hesitation and went home in the rain. But the little classmates didn't know that the man who gave him an umbrella went home in the rain. Seeing this, I was really moved to tears. What a nice person! When others are in trouble, they stand up and give others warmth, but they are shivering in the cold wind of rain and snow. I was moved by the quality of this big brother. Although I was young at that time, I was deeply shocked.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. It's raining again. In the face of this sudden heavy rain, I can't help thinking of my second grade.

When school was over that day, suddenly, the sky was overcast, there was a strong wind and it rained cats and dogs. My father was on a business trip that day, and my mother was very busy at work, so she didn't have time to pick me up. When I left home in the morning, my mother asked me to walk home by myself, and I agreed. But I didn't bring my umbrella. what can I do? I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks.

Just as I was standing in the corridor in a daze, a familiar figure appeared in front of my eyes ... It turned out that my good friend was red. She saw me standing in the corridor and asked, "Why don't you go home?" "I don't have an umbrella, so I can't go home. I can only wait until the rain stops. " "So, that I lend you my umbrella, you go home first! Your parents will be worried if you don't go back. My parents won't go home until evening. I can wait until the rain stops. " After that, she gave me her umbrella and ran into the classroom.

I wanted to return the umbrella to her, but I thought: if I don't leave, my parents will be very anxious. I opened my umbrella and walked home. Along the way, the rain kept falling, the wind kept blowing, the grass staggered helplessly, and the raindrops on the eaves fell like broken pearls. Suddenly, I turned around and found a girl running in the rain. She is red. Her shiny black hair is no longer fluffy, but wet, her clothes are soaked, and small drops of water slide down her cheeks. The heavy rain hit her thin body and made her shudder. Looking at the back of her departure, her eyes blurred. Is it a rain bead? Or tears? I can't see the difference anymore. Why did she lend me her umbrella? Why did she run home in the rain? A series of questions confused my mind. I really shouldn't have asked for a red umbrella. I shouldn't have left Rhett alone in the classroom.

It's still raining, which reminds me of her lovely face. She is really a "living Lei Feng"! She ran home in the rain to keep me from getting wet. Her spirit is really touching!