Endless rain

It's been raining 1, why is it still raining?

In the morning, before I opened my eyes, my ears heard the crisp rain. The sound of rain sometimes beats the beach like waves, and sometimes blows the willows like spring breeze, knocking and shaking my heart.

It took another forty minutes from opening my eyes to leaving the bed with my feet, only to find that it was still raining. At this point, it has been raining all night. Such rain is really rare here.

With the sound of rain, I spent the whole morning like this. ...

After lunch at noon and watching TV, it kept raining, and then it rained for two hours. At three o'clock in the afternoon, it kept raining.

It's past three o'clock in the afternoon. I should go to math class, but watching the rain makes me flinch. I hesitated in my heart, but I finally made up my mind.

Out of the door and into the rain, it kept raining, which made me feel that something was going to happen today, and I was uneasy all the way: I had a strong sixth sense, and generally speaking, my guess was right.

When I arrived at the class, I was criticized because I didn't bring the wrong book and because I didn't do well in the joint exam. In the formal class, I was distracted by what I had been focusing on, and was named several times, but I didn't understand it very well in class. Finally, after class, I ran out of the classroom like an escape.

There are dark clouds in my heart, which are very gloomy. It's still raining, and I feel like this kind of weather. This kind of mood lasted until the evening, and even the favorite wine-brewed Yuanxiao became tasteless. Finally, with this gloomy mood, I stayed up until bedtime, hid in the quilt with the feeling of escape, and fell asleep groggy. Outside the window, it is still raining. ...

It rained all the time that day.

It's been raining outside the window, and it's getting dark. Colorful plastic bags were swept in the air by the strong wind, and the raindrops as big as beans "beat" on the window mercilessly, devouring our reading sound.

"Students, leave quickly, it's raining outside!" Urged by the teacher, the students quickly ran outside the classroom and looked at their embarrassing figures. I secretly congratulate myself on my foresight. I have guessed that it will rain and brought a poncho, but even so, I hope it is just a shower.

Under the attack of strong wind and heavy rain, I struggled to pedal my bike, and the traffic lights in front became blurred because of the rain. There seems to be a traffic light fifteen meters away from me, but it seems to be thousands of miles away. Just crossing this traffic light intersection consumes almost all my strength.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared before me. I tried my best to open my eyes washed by rain. I saw my mother wearing only a poncho, facing the wind and rain, walking forward step by step. The wind hindered her pace. She took two steps and one step back, and her trouser legs were wet. I quickly rode to her side, unable to tell whether it was rain or tears on my face: "Mom, what are you doing out in such a heavy rain?" "I thought you didn't bring a poncho. I'm going to pick you up." I was suddenly speechless and didn't know what to say. "Then you get on the bus and I'll take you back."

In the thick rain and fog, my mother sitting in the back seat of my bicycle gently hugged my waist. ...

That day, it was raining all the time, but my heart was warm as spring. ...

It's been raining. That night, it kept raining, and I fell asleep in a daze. In my dream, I kept thinking, "Tomorrow is Mother's Day." The past flashed in my memory chest. ...

I used to hate reading. I still remember that during the summer vacation from grade five to grade six, the Chinese teacher asked us to take reading notes. Seeing the obscure words in the book, I don't like reading, and I suddenly have resistance in my heart. You told me: "read a story from the romance of the three kingdoms every day and tell it to me."

I said to myself, "Why? I don't want to tell stories. " But I did it on the first day. At first, my mind was blank and my palms kept sweating. You smiled and told me, "Baby, it doesn't matter. Take a few deep breaths first, believe in yourself, and tell your understanding and summary after reading it. "

With great encouragement, I finished the first story bit by bit. In this way, I tell you a story every day, and you tell me every day, "Baby, today's story is better than yesterday's." With your encouragement and careful listening, slowly, I found that the words became cordial, and there was another pleasure waiting for me to explore in the book. I also believe that I can tell this story well. Since then, I like reading.

I'm not good enough now. Seeing you gently pull out your white hair, hearing your sigh, and facing your sometimes anger, I swear in my heart: "I will try my best not to be your burden, but to make myself your pride." I even dreamed that you were happy because of me, and I was so moved that I choked. You think I have a cold. Tuck me in. At this time, it rained even harder. ...

I woke up the next day and found tears on my pillow.

Even if time flies, I still wish you beautiful, dear mother, happy Mother's Day!

It has been raining for four days, and it has been raining. ...

The rain becomes dull. Open the window and look at the street. The rain poured everything into it, slapping the ground, and it was no longer so vibrant. People are tired of the rain. They all hide at home. Occasionally, a few cars pass by, and the grass is drooping and lifeless.

However, there is also a charm in the rain.

Sitting there quietly, listening to the sound of rain beating on the canopy, I seemed to attend a solemn and heavy ceremony; Listening to the rain beating on the window pane, I seemed to see a ballet performance; Listening to the rustling of rain falling with leaves, I seem to smell the fragrance of golden fruit. At this time, the rain began to become lively.

Playing the piano in the rain is also beautiful, with fingers jumping on the black and white keys and the rain beating. Slowly, playing a touching piece of music, accompanied by the sound of rain, seems to have more charm. Or, you can draw in the rain. The sound of rain inspires people to draw beautiful pictures. Sometimes, you will keep up with the rhythm of the rain, and sometimes it will be brisk; Sometimes very slow; Sometimes very soft; Sometimes it's violent This is the art of rain and its unique beauty.

I will suddenly want to go outside, walk in the rain with an umbrella and look up at the sky. The rain drops into my eyes and wets my eyelashes. Looking at the beautiful scenery of the old house intertwined with leaves, you will find it more beautiful and intoxicating under the rain.

On the eaves, raindrops are arranged neatly, lining the dark yellow of dusk, like the lights of a hotel, shining. Like countless crystal butterflies, they inhabit there, falling from time to time and splashing on the ground, like putting a splash coat on the earth, and the flower coat is slightly rippling and more lovely.

On that day, the rain kept falling and selflessly moistened everything on the earth.

It has been raining for five days, but I have to face it.

When I was a child, I relied on my parents and never faced anything by myself. On this day, the bell rang after school, and the thunder outside the window broke into my weak ears inexorably. I stood quietly under the eaves of the school gate, which looked particularly small under the wind and rain, looking forward to my parents' figure.

Thunder is getting louder and louder, and lightning follows. It's raining hard. I don't know when I can be quiet. I looked at my watch, and there were many thorns on my way home. I have to face it alone. I slowly took the first step and walked out of the eaves. The bean-sized raindrops stung my face instantly, cold and painful. But at this time, I don't want to return it, and I can't. You may delay, but time will not. I am running in the rain. I just want to get back to the warm harbor soon. But it seems impossible. The waves are getting louder and louder, but the thunder is getting louder and louder. The road is uneven and is now flooded by rain. I can't see clearly at all. I didn't run far before I fell down. I don't want to give up and I can't give up, so I stand up strongly.

It's raining, the wind is blowing, the thunder is roaring, it's already late at night, and the fog is joining in the fun. Finally, I reached a crossroads, the path was opaque, and the mainland was flat and wide. Due to lack of time, I have to choose this road. I broke in and knew I would pay the price. I can row a boat when the water level is high. I don't know what danger is waiting for me down there. I don't want to go back and I can't go back. He crustily skin of head and rushed forward. Step by step. Black and blue, I finally saw a warm home. At this point, the thunder disappeared, the heavy rain turned into a touching drizzle, the fog dissipated, and the stars opened their eyes.

Life is a storm, you must face it alone, because it belongs to you. It has been raining that day, but it will give you the result you want most in the end. Only when you have successfully walked through and experienced it can you appreciate its beauty.

It has been raining for six hours, but it still rains.

After school, it began to rain cats and dogs, and pedestrians on the ground ran to the eaves to shelter from the rain. The street is particularly empty, and the songs of birds are coming through the "rain curtain", which is particularly wide. Lightning in the distance cut through the clouds and tore the sky. ...

The rain hit the umbrella hard, and a lot of rain fell obliquely on my face, so cold that I didn't have time to hide and didn't want to hide. After entering junior high school for half a year, I was full of pressure. I can't get good grades under pressure. The exam results plummeted, several Chinese articles were not memorized, and English dictation failed in confidence ... The memory of failure became a dark cloud in my heart, and it broke into my heart with the rain in the sky.

Walking in the rain, I unconsciously remembered the novel I read somewhere. At the end of the Republic of China, the hero was in a state of war and the whole village was looted. He rushed into the house without seeing the smoke and the children playing.

..... At that time, the novels seemed to be raining like now. At the end of the novel, the protagonist adopts a child and returns to the original happy days after the victory of the revolution.

It's hard to get married, but how easy is it to start a career again? Even if you have a broken family, you can do it. What about learning difficulties?

The sound of rain gradually calmed down and settled down, and the learning goal of struggle gradually emerged: "I want to return to my former style!" " "

Over the past month or so, in the long summer, after school, the rainstorm came late, so crazy and fierce. The road was so empty, the trees were blown from side to side by the wind, and I was drunk, but I still walked home with a satisfactory answer sheet and left the wind and rain behind me.

It's been raining. It is raining outside the window. I slowly raised my head and the curtain of memory gradually opened. ...

It was a dark rainy day. After the calligraphy class, I ran to the podium like lightning. Dark clouds were gathering in the sky, thunder rumbled, and the raindrops as big as peas hit the ground very hard. I stood on the platform and felt very anxious.

Suddenly, a bus came and a little girl in rags jumped off the bus. I saw her holding two pieces of bread in her hand, and I thought, this should be a little girl who scavenges! The rain was still tinkling, and the little girl said loudly, "Fortunately, a kind person gave me bread today, otherwise I would be hungry!" " "I looked up and looked at the" scratching "rain outside, and then at the little girl who smiled like a flower. I can't help thinking: this little girl is so optimistic!

At this moment, a young girl and a hunchbacked old man came in to take shelter from the rain. The little girl said to the old man, "Grandma, I'm hungry!" " "Soft and thin voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked up at the little girl in rags. She frowned as if she were hesitating. After a while, the little girl handed the two pieces of bread to the girl. The little girl was stunned at first, only to hear the little girl in rags say, "This was given to me by a kind person. You are so hungry, you must need it more than me. " Hearing this, the young girl immediately picked up the bread and wolfed it down. The little girl's face was filled with a bright smile when she saw such a scene.

I went over to the little girl who helped others and asked, "Aren't you hungry?" She replied, "Hungry! But every time I think that I have helped others, I don't feel hungry. " At that moment, I was shocked

That day, it kept raining, and the girl's behavior left a deep impression on me.

It has been raining for 8 days, and the rain is beating on the window. The rain beads attached to the window feebly and then slipped down. The rain just keeps falling, and the clouds seem to have endless tears. ...

After the mid-term exam, after learning the results, I limped in bed and stared at the lamp on the ceiling; It's terrible to reflect on why you did so badly in the exam this time. After half a ring, I got up and sat on the bed, watching the rain hit my heart bit by bit.

An hour has passed, and the rain is still so fierce, and my mood is really bad; I had no choice but to sit down and watch the rain.

"Bang-bang" rain hung a string of beads between the land. Looking around, the street is like a small river, and the rain washes away the dust on the street.

I suddenly realized that every rain means rebirth. Rain falls on the ground, then evaporates into steam and returns to the sky, where it is stored in the clouds, and then becomes rain again. This is really a wonderful cycle.

Every time the rain falls from the cloud to the ground, if the cloud is the home of the rain, it will fall into the abyss. It feels like we have fallen into the abyss several times, but every time we return to the place where we fell, you will become stronger and braver. This is rebirth. People are different every time they are born again. After all, you are the one who bravely climbed up after rolling in the abyss!

A person's life is ups and downs. Do you feel comfortable walking on the rugged road? That's when you go downhill. People who really go uphill feel hard. You have been brilliant, but you must have experienced disappointment.

Dude, don't be afraid. It just rolls in the abyss. You can be reborn, but it depends on your decision, whether you are strong-willed or never. Dude, don't be afraid. You are the first person to dominate the world. You can't give up. ...

The rain continues, because it is rebirth.

It has been raining, and with the running water, the sea has become a mulberry field.

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Flowers fall in the bell bath, and the rain is raining. Light a few sticks of incense and drink a few pots of tea. The indoor tea and cigarettes are lingering, curling up to the eaves in front of the hospital and listening to the swallows whispering between the beams. The drizzle is like silk, there is tenderness in the cold and sadness in the fog.

It was Qingming that completed the rain, and it was the rain that set off Qingming.

From early morning to dusk, in misty and rainy Shan Ye, there are always lonely grave sweepers facing the wind and rain on the muddy road. Hundreds of graves arched and thousands of stone tablets stood in the forest; Foggy and rainy, grass leaves. Pull up a messy grass, put down a few glasses of cold wine, burn a handful of paper money, worry about people, hold on to the soil, the weeds contain smoke, but have nothing to say. The dead are gone, and the living are always sad!

The crow makes the trees faint, and the Qingming cold food cries. It is another year of Qingming, and it is also a day to pay homage to the heroes. I came to the grave and quietly thought of those who had passed away.

Time flies, mercilessly erased their past, just lying there quietly with their comrades, leaving only a tombstone and an inscription, but in our hearts, their heroic spirit will last forever. Every monument is engraved with every martyr's loyalty to the revolution, a piece of music written with blood, and an expectation for the future. The dead are gone. Let's continue this wonderful thing.

I don't know how many loyal souls there are on the drizzly mountain; I don't know how many unknown martyrs there are in some corner of the world; I don't know how much heroic history we still remember or forget. But I know that we are always grateful, and we need to be grateful. In this Tomb-Sweeping Day, there are always some people on the green hills, holding chrysanthemums in their hands, burying their heads in remembrance and thanking the martyrs who brought us peace and happiness.

Look, there are more than 300 stars in the night sky. Look, green grass is growing on that land. They guarded us in another way.

The dead are like this and cannot be called back. The sea is long and the fields are light. The ups and downs in the world, plants and trees also have feelings, and smoke also knows the warmth and coldness. We will never forget those people, because each of them deserves our deep memory.

Bloom flower falls, and the age series is safe. Tea, one cup is exhausted, and I don't want to continue. It's just drizzling outside the window. If my heart is sad, it will keep falling.

It kept raining 10, and a flock of birds flashed through the air. It turned a lot grayer at once.

Summer is like a doll's face. Change as you say. It only takes a blink of an eye for Wan Li to be clear and thunderous.

Dark clouds slowly covered the sky above the brothers.

"In winter, let's go home!" Xia said, "It's going to rain."

"Play for a while." Winter should come, continue to play on the grass.

"But ..." Xia Ben wanted to say that he would be scolded for coming home late, but seeing his brother having such a good time, he swallowed back.

Knock ... Knock ... Without the protection of the sun, the thunder started raging again. Want to scare two naughty little boys home, a roar.

"Let's go, it's raining!" Raindrops fall with summer words. It falls on the grass, leaves and children's faces. Make a slight splash.

Xia grabbed her brother and ran away quickly. But the fields seem to be empty, and there is no place to shelter from the rain.

Not far away, a house appeared in the blurred vision of the two brothers.

"Take shelter from the rain there," Yong Dong pleaded, looking at my brother.

Look at Dong, but I still pull Dong to run into the house.

"hello?" Bian Xia knocked at the door and shouted, but after a long time no one answered.

"Not bashful to say, if it weren't for you, we would have arrived home ..."

Dong spat out his tongue at his younger brother, and then leaned against Xia.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the water slowly pours down the eaves, like a mercury column standing in front of the door, separating them from the outside world.

"I don't know how long it will last," Xia thought. "My parents saw that we were covered in water, and they must blame me for not taking good care of my brother. As they spoke, they glanced at my brother.

Winter is giggling, barefoot to meet the pouring water from the eaves. The winter water immediately scattered from the instep, splashing naughty water.

Xia seems to be infected by the scene in front of her, and she can't help laughing, hehe, giggle.

It has been raining outside. ...

It has been raining 1 1 sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The rain came quietly ... bit by bit, hitting the bottom of my heart. I remember that summer, we played and ran together in the rain. Now, now ...-Inscription

It's been raining and it's quiet. So calm ... like telling something. Yes, she talked about this summer. The summer when we were apart. This summer, he looks particularly short, as short as blinking. The blue sky and white clouds are still there, but it seems a little dark. More is nostalgia and reluctance. At that time, the campus seemed like a prison, holding our hearts that once wanted to fly. A lot of rebellion and anger are buried there. Forever and ever ... but now it seems that the campus is full of magic. Attract us to find the beauty of the past. But who can get the lost things back? But we searched crazily and never gave up.

It was cloudy outside the window and we were silent. Quietly waiting for the late rain. When we left, we had expected that the next heavy rain would wash away our filth, pride and everything. To welcome that beautiful beginning. However, God didn't care for us, maybe it was just the sentence, "If there is love in the sky, it is old." So, we left with regret.

I remember chatting with my classmates a few days before I left. Look forward to the future together. When we said we were leaving, everyone's face suddenly turned pale, as if it had been a bolt from the blue. Looking at the straight atmosphere, some students smiled and said, "What's the matter? Not where you will go. " Although everyone's mouth was slightly upturned at that time, I knew it was just a forced smile. Not from the heart ...

It is raining again. Looking at the dense rain curtain outside the window. Like a confused mood. It's still messy when you cut it. Birds in the rain flapped their wings and flew in the rain. I vaguely saw us just out of school. We are not like these birds. Just out of the nest, where to go. Maybe we are not as tough as they are, and dare to fight alone in the storm ... It's raining, I stay, and birds are flying. Where is the future?

It has been raining. ...

It's been raining 12 it's been raining! Going, rumbling!

When the rain came, it rained like a shy little girl. Ben flies freely in the sky, and the free-flying birds chirp back to their warm and comfortable nests. What are you talking about? I guess you mean the good scenery you saw during the flight! Or, "The rain came at a bad time. I just saw a place called Guilin, where the scenery is really beautiful. I'm going to play! Alas! I can only wait until the rain stops. "

Gradually, the rain became familiar with the situation here, and it rained harder and harder. Brother Xiaocao and Grandpa Dashu, who have been baked by Grandpa Sun, became very happy at this time. Grass's brother and uncle's grandfather swallowed the rain.

After the rain, tripterygium wilfordii Dian Mu also joined in the fun. Rain applauded warmly, as if welcoming Lei Gong Dian Mu to join her team! With the help of Lei Gong Dian Mu, the moderate rain turned into a thunderstorm. All the animals and plants came to see the wonderful performance of Lei Gong and Yu. All the people applauded.

Hearing the applause, Lei Gong and Yu performed harder. Feng Popo comes to join in the fun when she is idle and bored. Wind, rain, thunder and electricity together form a powerful storm, surging! A storm is coming! The bird is restless in its nest and is still chirping, as if to say, "There is no way to go to that place called Guilin." Brother Cao and Grandpa Tree shook their branches and said, "Enough, enough, let the rain stop!" " "

Tripterygium wilfordii Dian Mu, rain and wind mother-in-law seem to understand the meaning. Gradually, gradually, the rain stopped! The performance is coming to an end.

Brother Grass and Grandpa Uncle laughed, and the birds flew to that good place to play as soon as they got excited after the rain.

Winter-winter-winter

This seems to be the aftertaste after the rain.

13 It has been raining. It was supposed to be a fish-belly grey in the morning, but it was covered by dark clouds and occupied by birds. Soon, the rain began to whisper, the birds sang rhythmically, awakened the streets and cities, and the noisy day began again.

There was no sound in the room, except a note that said, "I'm at work, you cook by yourself, you have something to do today, maybe?" Go home at eight. "

I put the note in the trash can and went to the kitchen. I happened to see the window when I was washing dishes. The rain knocked on the window and hit my heart. Rain trickled down and blurred the long windows. I wiped it with my hand and found the willow outside the window with its head down. Looking closely, the flowers and plants under the tree whisper to each other, which seems to wake the sleeping earthworm. It looked around, but it didn't affect them. In the rain, they feel sorry for each other. They are each other's shoulders, and they are in a trance in their memory.

The busy scene of my mother filled my mind.

"Mom, come here. I caught an earthworm. Come and play with me. " I shouted to my mother. Mom put down her work and said, "OK, OK, I'm coming." The two figures dragged on in the sun for a long time. "Hurry up, hurry up, the bus is leaving!" We ran forward, and the sunset infinitely magnified our joy.

1 of "bang", pulled me back. I looked out of the window. It was stormy, and the rain wet my eyes. Once upon a time, your tenderness was worn out by time, and our hearts seemed to drift away. It was dark, but the rain didn't stop. In my sleep, I felt someone open my door and came in to help me tidy the quilt next to me. This picture is so warm.

Raindrops gradually fall and turn into countless tears. From the beginning to the bottom of my heart, I suddenly understood that our hearts are closer.

It's been raining. Looking up at the window, the rain is still falling, and the fluttering rain is rolling, nourishing everything and bringing vitality to the earth. The rain finally fell in people's expectation, but my thoughts returned to that day.

It was a sunny afternoon, "Ding, Ding, Ding ..." The alarm clock rang. I quickly got up, grabbed my clothes and shoes and rushed to the door. Mom quickly said, "wait a minute, I just looked at the weather forecast." It will rain heavily in the afternoon. You'd better take an umbrella. " I walked down the stairs quickly and said with annoyance, "No way, how can it rain on such a sunny day?" Extra effort. "Run to school immediately, the sky is sunny, still so sunny.

After the third class, it was getting dark outside, and my heart couldn't help but panic, praying that it wouldn't rain.

As a result, God played a joke on me or punished me. Halfway through the fourth class, suddenly, it began to rain, as if crying. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and my heart is getting heavier and heavier. Time is running out, and soon the school will be over. Outside the classroom, it is still raining.

I looked at the rain that had been raining and sighed in my heart. I had to put on my hat and rush home in the rain. Fortunately, the school is not too far from home, which is the only good news. I kept shuttling in the rain, and it rained even harder when I crossed the overpass, so I had to hide in a building on the side for a while. I can't help regretting it in my heart. Why didn't I take an umbrella as my mother said? If I had listened to my mother, I wouldn't have run home in the rain. Now I have to take shelter from the rain here.

Just when I was full of remorse and confusion, a familiar figure appeared in my field of vision, and that was my mother! I saw her walking in the rainstorm with an umbrella, and her eyes were eager. I couldn't help running to my mother with mixed feelings. She quickly removed the umbrella and carried me home. I can't help feeling warm. ...

"Boom!" Suddenly a burst of thunder woke me up from my memory and looked at my mother outside the door. My heart is warm.

The rain has been silent 15, like water drops that are about to get out of control, suspended in the air. A kind of total silence in the world, like a sacrifice to Zhuangning before hanging, followed by heavy rain in the desert rainy season, without scruple, giving up the shackles and falling hard, the desolate and vast land has a moment of glory, which has been maintained until it evaporates.

In the summer when grandma died, raindrops painted the stone road leading to the canal in front of the hospital gate. Outside the intensive care unit, torrential rain mourned for the depression of broken green leaves and dusty flowers in the soil; In the ward, during the short visiting time, I grabbed my grandmother's swollen hand for many days. In sharp contrast, there are sunken cheeks. Suddenly, I recalled what the adults said: "If my hand is swollen, I am afraid." The words at the end of the sentence didn't leave a mark on my heart. I wonder if I forced myself to forget the silent ending because I was too afraid of the truth?

Finally, the heat of midsummer does not allow a withered life to step into this small universe condensed by light and heat. He can't stand that someone is going to meet a more enchanting world after carefully sketching out the beautiful scenery with a broken and aging face. And dream of the end of life, can no longer respond to anyone. Is the painting unfinished, jade inkstone no ink; It is a song that has not stopped, and the silver Zheng is cold; It is the red sandalwood that is not completely burned and the ashes are extinguished; The night is not over yet, and the rain is still falling. Can't wait for the sun to shine.

This afternoon, it was still raining, and all my memories were cut again and again. If I can travel through the past, I will be more exquisite than the future with my beloved grandmother.