The touching composition "Writing Rain" used 600 words to express one's wishes.

I am just a drop of water, which should have disappeared in the sunshine of time, but was placed in the sky of years.

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In late autumn and September, I left the beautiful and harmonious Qiao Hua school full of hopes and dreams, and I ran on the road to the long-awaited No.14 Middle School.

Stepping on the autumn wind and facing the morning sun, I came to a brand-new school. Although it is a strange environment, it seems to me like a long-lost friend, perhaps out of sincere love for No.14 Middle School. The first day at school passed quickly, as if it were fleeting. Full of a day's harvest, set foot on the road home. Suddenly, God pulled down the cloth and covered the whole sky. It will rain soon. The wind and rain kept beating against my body and wet my cheeks and arms. I complain that God is unfair to me-the rain is still so heavy without an umbrella! At this time, the rain didn't wet my clothes. I thought the rain had stopped. I looked up and saw an umbrella. The umbrella keeps out the wind and rain. It turned out to be my classmate who helped me with my umbrella. I usually like to help others feel happy, but I have never felt the happiness and happiness of being helped. Maybe I pay too much attention to my feelings, and I leave tears rolling down my cheeks and flowing to my mouth with everyone. The unspeakable taste makes the original bitterness or happiness sweet. Let's talk about school, study and feelings. I held an umbrella for her and gave her most of it. Although most of myself is gone, I feel the sweetness I have never tasted. Memories like rain turn into tears, leaving a moving heart. When I was in high school, my beloved 14th gave me the first impression, which made me learn to be grateful!

Every drop of water is crystal clear and precious. Crystal clear water droplets contain precious meaning, and what this water droplet contains is that touch!

Liu Zejing, Senior 2, No.14 Middle School, Hohhot New Town, Inner Mongolia

-600 words

Chapter 2: Touching in a rainy night.

The weather in spring is changeable. Wan Li was clear in the morning, but there was a sudden north wind in the afternoon. I only heard the branches shaking, followed by lightning and thunder, and the rain rolled up 10,000 tons of gravel like a gust of wind and slammed on the ground. At this moment, I just stand at the window, more anxious than the wind blowing the leaves, because my homework today is to find the information about "Xiang Xiang He" and I have to go to the printing room to print it. The nearest printing room in my home is also 1500m. My mother saw that I was in a hurry and asked, "Can I print tomorrow?" "no! Homework must be finished today! " I answered firmly. Mother was silent for a while, riding a bicycle to the rain curtain outside the window, and her thin figure disappeared in the wind and rain.

A gust of wind blew, my mother's umbrella turned up and the rain hit my mother's face. My mother stopped her bike, packed her umbrella and got on it again. Another gust of wind blew, and my mother's umbrella was swept away by the wind and blown far away. My mother stopped her bike to chase the umbrella again, and the rain had wet my mother's clothes. My mother got on the bike again. Just then, there was a sudden flash of light in the sky, and then there was a loud bang. By the light, I clearly saw my mother's "wet" figure. At this moment, a kind of sadness suddenly emerged from my heart, and my mood began to be heavy. Suddenly, something uncontrollable appeared in my eyes. I don't know whether it's rain or tears.

At the moment when my mother came home, I rushed up excitedly, hugged my mother's wet body and asked softly, "Mom, are you cold?" Mother gently stroked my head and said lightly, "Not cold, not cold!" " ".I took the clothes for my mother and said," Mom! Go and take a hot bath! Put on clean clothes! Stop catching a cold! "Mom paused, then hugged me and said," Thank you! "Thank you!" .

-600 words

Chapter III: Touching in the Wind and Rain

Time flies, and many memories fade with the passage of time. But one thing has impressed me so far-a deep love.

I remember one morning after the start of last semester, as usual, I was going to school with my schoolbag on my back. I saw my grandmother hobbling out an umbrella from the storage room and handing it to me. She whispered, "Ziyi, the weather forecast says it will rain today, so I'd better take it with me." I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. How can it rain? I left my umbrella and ran away.

However, the weather is not beautiful. After school in the afternoon, the sky suddenly thundered and thundered, followed by a sudden rainstorm. All the students with rain gear went home, and some of them were picked up by their parents one by one. As my parents are working in other places, the burden of picking me up and dropping me off falls on my grandmother's shoulders. Grandma has a high fever these days and has an intravenous drip. Who will pick me up? Disappointed, I am like a deflated ball, sitting alone in the classroom, staring at the pouring rain outside the window, and my stomach growling disappointingly. A sour feeling suddenly welled up in my mind, and my eyes began to get a little moist.

Not far away, a familiar figure appeared in heavy rain. Yes, that's grandma! The strong wind with heavy rain seems to engulf grandma. Grandma came to me with difficulty.

"Ziyi, come here. Grandma brought you a raincoat. " Grandma said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. But at this time, the rain is getting heavier and heavier relentlessly. Grandma's hair, face and body are hardly spared. Looking at grandma's face covered in mud and almost bloodless, I couldn't help hugging her. The tears that have been swirling in my eyes for a long time have finally come out of my eyes and become out of control. ...

This love not only holds up an umbrella for me, but also holds up a sky for me, always touching me and inspiring me to learn to be grateful and repay.

Grade 3 of Puxie Primary School, Lucheng District, Wenzhou City, Zhejiang Province: Wang Ziyi

-700 words

Chapter Four: Moved by Wind and Rain

When school was over on Friday afternoon, it suddenly got dark, and then it began to thunder. It seems that God has made an appointment with the bell for class. When the bell rang, it rained cats and dogs.

I walked out of the classroom and watched my classmates being picked up by their parents. I also walked around in a hurry. My parents just went on a business trip today, so I can't go home by myself for the time being. Don't listen to your mother in the morning and insist on not taking an umbrella. Looks like karma really came. I stood in the corridor, praying that the rain would stop soon. Xiao Ming finished his duty. When he came out and saw me still in the corridor, he asked, "Dai Rong, why are you still here?" Did you forget to bring your umbrella? "I'm embarrassed to nod. Xiao Ming said, "Why don't we go together? I'll take you home first. Anyway, I went home myself. " "But our home is not on the road. On the contrary, you have to walk a lot more. " "Nothing, just a few steps. "Then drag me away. Xiaoming leaned his umbrella against me all the way, for fear that I might get wet. I reached out and pushed my umbrella to him and said, "Don't keep coming to me, your arm is wet." "Nothing, I didn't see that I was much better than you." Xiao Ming said with a smile. Today, the rain and wind are particularly heavy. Xiao Ming has been dragging me carefully. Suddenly I feel that he and I are not classmates, he is my brother. Living on clothes all the time, making ends meet, makes me forget how I live and find myself useless. Xiao Ming kept seeing me home before turning around and leaving. He refused to let me in and sit down.

Watching Xiao Ming's figure disappear in the wind and rain, thank you, Xiao Ming ...

-500 words

Chapter Five: Moved by Wind and Rain

When school was over on Friday, the sky was overcast with thunder and lightning. With the thunder, there was a strong wind again. Blow the branches back and forth, making a rushing sound, like a symphony of the wind. The strong wind blew away a few white clouds in the sky. The birds in the air stopped flying, and the spider in the corner was blown off its "happiness net" by the wind.

When the bell rang, I walked around anxiously watching my classmates being picked up by their parents. Today, my parents just went on a business trip and couldn't pick me up, so they had to go home by themselves. I really regret that I didn't listen to my mother in the morning and refused to take an umbrella. Looks like karma really came.

I stood in the corridor and prayed to God that the rain would stop soon. At this time, Xu finished his task and came out. Looking at me still in the corridor, I asked, "Wang Ri, why don't you go back?" Did you forget to bring your umbrella? " I nodded embarrassedly. Xu said, "Why don't we go together? I'll take you home first. Anyway, I went home myself. " I said, "But we are different, on the contrary. In that case, you will walk a lot more. " He said, "Nothing. Just a few steps. " Say that finish, took me away. Along the way, Xu Weiqing leaned his umbrella beside me for fear that I would get wet. When I arrived at my door, I said, "Thank you! Do you want to come into my house? " He smiled and said, "No, I want to go home. Goodbye! " I also said "goodbye" and watched him leave. I feel very warm in my heart. ...

Grade 5 of Yifu Primary School in Yushan County, Shangrao, Jiangxi Province: Wang Ri

-500 words

Chapter VI: Touching in the Wind and Rain

The wind is blowing fast.

The rain poured down.

On a day in June, like a child's face, the weather suddenly changes faster than turning pages. The sky was clear in Wan Li just now. Blink of an eye, the pouring rain poured down, as if someone had broken Sister Yu's rain storage tank. Rain is mixed with wind, which blows raindrops and hurts people's faces. I sighed and went back to my house to get an umbrella.

On the street, pedestrians ran around to avoid this sudden "disaster". At that time, it was like someone had stirred up a hornet's nest, and the sound of cars and shouts became one. I watched this "rare" scene with an umbrella, and a pedestrian in front caught my attention.

He was dressed neatly on crutches and his back was a little bent. I walked up to him curiously and found him wearing sunglasses, but he was blind! No wonder he walked so leisurely in the street, which seemed so out of place compared with the panic scene all over the street. Raindrops fell on his gray hair. I can't bear to see the old man so ill. So, I chatted with him: "grandpa blind, you didn't bring an umbrella on this rainy day." Can I take you back? " "good! Thank you! " "Nothing!" In this way, I walked slowly with my umbrella in one hand and my grandfather in the other. During the conversation, I learned that grandpa was 84 years old, and his children were too busy to accompany him, so he moved to a nursing home.

Not far away, a round black object caught my attention. That's a manhole cover of a sewer. I don't know who pushed it open. "How wicked!" I thought to myself, take my blind grandfather around the sewer. Maybe grandpa felt something. He asked me, "Why don't we go straight?" I replied, "There is a sewer ahead, but the manhole cover of the sewer has been torn open by some wicked ghost, which is very dangerous!" " ""Can you show me around? " "Grandpa, it's raining so hard, don't go." "Be sure to go!" The tone of the blind grandfather is somewhat firm and helpless. I took my grandfather to the manhole cover. Trembling, he squatted down and groped for the edge of the manhole cover. "Grandpa, what are you doing? ""have to cover the manhole cover. What should passers-by do if they accidentally fall in? "Looking at the white-haired old man in front of me, my heart is shocked! Touched! I put down my umbrella gently and said, "I'll help you!" " "It's raining harder and harder, but we still haven't stopped building sewers. Let the rain wet our clothes, and we can't tell whether it is rain or sweat on our faces. Soon, we completed this glorious and arduous task. I helped my grandfather stand up. My grandfather said to me, "Thank you for helping me." I shook my head and said, "No, I should thank you!" " "Grandpa's figure is getting bigger and bigger in my eyes, and we help each other to move forward.

The wind is increasing.

It rains as usual.

In the storm, every step of us is muddy, but every step is solid. In the storm, it was I who showed my blind grandfather the way. On the road of life, it is the blind grandfather who shows me the way!

-900 words

Article 7: Touch in the rain

It's been a long time, but when I think about it, a warm current flows through my heart.

That day, the classroom was quiet and the students were listening to the teacher carefully. Suddenly there was a loud noise, "boom-". I was startled, and a heavy rain fell from the sky. Like splashing water. Like falling. The originally quiet classroom became a mess, and some timid girls screamed, while the boys said majestically, "What a bunch of cowards!" " "I am also very confused: I didn't bring an umbrella, and my parents went to grandpa's house together. What should I do?

"Ding" and "Ding" both dropped out of school. I quickly packed my schoolbag and rushed out of the classroom. I stood at the school gate and looked at the students who were picked up by their parents one after another. I can't help wondering: rushing out in such a heavy rain will definitely become a drowned rat. Do I have to live here if I don't leave? What shall we do ... What shall I do? ..... At this moment, suddenly someone patted me on the back. I quickly turned around and saw it was * *. I suddenly said, "Why!" Yesterday we were angry about some trivial things. ) She smiled and said to me, "Didn't you bring an umbrella? I'll take you home! " I blushed and said, "No, it's okay … me, myself …" Before I finished, she interrupted, "Are you still angry with me?" I blushed even more and said, "no ... no" "That's good!" After that, he took my hand and rushed into the rain curtain.

Along the way, she kept moving her umbrella to my side, but she didn't care that she was half wet. Seeing this scene, how I want to go home quickly!

Finally arrived, before I turned to say "thank you", she had disappeared in the boundless rain. ...

The next day, the teacher said that * * was sick and asked for leave.

I stayed. ...

Grade 5: Geng Yiyuan

-1000 words

Chapter 8: Touching in the Rain Curtain

Touch in the rain

Rumble, with a thunder, Miss Rain came quietly.

She is as light as a bird, jumping around; Very cheerful! The more it rains, the more blurred the scenery outside the window, which always gives people an illusion.

I am addicted to the rain scene, always thinking that if I were that little raindrop, where would I fall? Did it fall on grandpa without an umbrella and play a prank on him? Or should it fall on the flour that my uncle pushed to his dough?

Rinrin bell rang, accompanied by the bell, several groups of children came out of the campus. A pair of good friends saw this scene. The girl handed the umbrella to grandpa, and the boy put the raincoat on the flour pushed by his uncle. Alas! I had nowhere to fall, and my heart was a little depressed, but it was soon covered by that thick sweetness.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, I don't know when the rain stopped. Outside the window is a piece of green, a kind of green that can't be described in words, which makes people like it from the heart. But not as sweet as my heart, just like my heart.

Sixth grade: Zhu

-300 words

Article 9: Touch in the rain

It began to rain in the middle of the night, and the drip became louder and louder, and it didn't seem to stop until morning.

I'm wearing a huge raincoat and I feel uncomfortable all over. Coupled with the hot and humid weather, it was so troublesome to go to school this morning that I couldn't help but hate the rain.

There are not many pedestrians on the road, which are scattered. It seems that none of them wants to get up early. But when I arrived at the school gate, I was suddenly wrapped in a heat wave-colorful raincoats and umbrellas, which instantly turned the school gate into a colorful world. The color is very nice: yellow with a little red, comic book teachers Amy and Donald Duck … Suddenly, I was awakened by my lost heart.

Needless to say, most of them are parents and grandparents who come to send their children to school. They came in a hurry and left in a hurry. Under the care of these elders, my eyes began to turn to my peers. I am full of happiness under this colorful raincoat. A little girl, sitting behind her mother's car, is wearing a small raincoat, and her hat is so low that she can only see a pair of pink sports shoes. At the school gate, her mother laboriously lifted the girl from the car, then took out an umbrella from the trunk of the car, opened it, took off her raincoat and wiped off a few drops of rain beads. Then, she said a few words and watched the children enter the campus. Mother didn't come and wiped the rain off her forehead, only wiped the seat and disappeared into the colorful world.

Looking at this different rain scene, I can't help thinking to myself: What right do I have to complain about this rain? In the rain, it is parents' ordinary love for their children, their eager love, and their great love for protecting their children and caring for their healthy growth!

Fifth grade: small speakers

-550 words

Article 10: moved by the wind and rain

Time passes the fastest in our life, and many memories fade with the little things of the day, but one thing will appear in my dreams from time to time and be deeply moved in my mind-that is a deep love.

I remember it was when I was in the first grade, and our family was not rich. Whether in winter or summer, I always go to school by my father and a blue and white electric car.

At that time, the sky seemed very unhappy, and it would rain for several days when it rained.

That day, it rained heavily and it was stormy. My father woke me up early and said there might be a traffic jam on the road. If I go early, this road will be as usual. I had to believe my father's words, get dressed, wash my face quickly and get ready to go. I just went out and saw this umbrella sitting on an electric car. It turned out that my father had already prepared an umbrella for me. I went to school. I was sitting in the car, holding a big umbrella for fear that it would fall on me. I hold it for my father, too. When my father was driving, I also held an umbrella to protect my father from the rain. My father thought it would bring him some inconvenience, so he let himself hold an umbrella. I asked my father why, and my father said, "It's nothing to catch a cold. If you have a cold and can't go to school again, I can insist. " This sentence immediately made me feel a little warm in my heart. It makes me feel at home, love, and it's good to have a father who has cut through difficulties for me. I'm so happy!

It's almost school, and the wind is getting stronger. It seems that my umbrella is about to fly, and it seems that God wants me to be late for school. Dad told me to hold on to him. I hugged my father's waist and felt his clothes wet. I was about to cry.

When I got to school, I got off the bus, too. I asked my father to hold an umbrella so as not to catch cold. My father said, "You child, get an umbrella quickly. You must listen to the teacher in class and study hard. You will win glory for us if you are admitted to a good university in the future! "

Looking at my father's wet back, I swear: I will study hard, let my parents live a good life and never live up to their expectations. Viann, come on! You can do it!

Sixth grade: Viann

-800 words

Chapter 1 1: moved by the wind and rain

Time flies, and many memories fade with the passage of time. But one thing has impressed me so far-deep love.

I remember one morning after the start of last semester, as usual, I was going to school with my schoolbag on my back. I saw my grandmother hobbling out an umbrella from the storage room and handing it to me. She whispered, "Ziyi, the weather forecast says it will rain today, so I'd better take it with me." I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. How can it rain? I left my umbrella and ran away.

However, the weather is not beautiful. After school in the afternoon, the sky suddenly thundered and thundered, followed by a sudden rainstorm. All the students with rain gear went home, and some of them were picked up by their parents one by one. As my parents are working in other places, the burden of picking me up and dropping me off falls on my grandmother's shoulders. Grandma has a high fever these days and has an intravenous drip. Who will pick me up? Disappointed, I am like a deflated ball, sitting alone in the classroom, staring at the pouring rain outside the window, and my stomach growling disappointingly. A sour feeling suddenly welled up in my mind, and my eyes began to get a little moist.

Not far away, a familiar figure appeared in heavy rain. Yes, that's grandma! The strong wind with heavy rain seems to engulf grandma. Grandma came to me with difficulty.

"Ziyi, come here. Grandma brought you a raincoat. " Grandma said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. But at this time, the rain is getting heavier and heavier relentlessly. Grandma's hair, face and body are hardly spared. Looking at grandma's face covered in mud and almost bloodless, I couldn't help hugging her. The tears that have been swirling in my eyes for a long time have finally come out of my eyes and become out of control. ...

This love not only holds up an umbrella for me, but also holds up a sky for me, always touching me and inspiring me to learn to be grateful and repay.

Grade 5, Shahe No.2 Middle School, Jiuyuan District, Baotou City, Inner Mongolia: Baichuan Zhang

-800 words

Article 12: lingering in the rain

Touching is the first ray of sunshine in the morning, shining with dew; Touching is the ripple caused by the breeze blowing the pink petals in the stream; Touching is the gentle birdsong that touches the heartstrings after the rain; Touching is an infinite reverie caused by moonlight spreading all over the earth ... We have experienced countless touches in our lives, but what touched me most is an ordinary swallow.

I remember last summer vacation, my parents took me to travel to Nandaihe. When we checked into the hotel, I found a swallow's nest under the eaves. In this warm little home lives a mother swallow and her three children. Every evening, I can see the mother swallow coming back from the outside, feeding the little swallow quickly with food in her mouth, and then leaving quickly. In this way, she feeds her children endlessly. I can enjoy this scene every day.

On this day, Mother Swallow still goes out for food as usual. Who knew the weather at the seaside was so changeable in summer? There were no clouds in Wan Li just now, but now it is overcast. It didn't take long for it to rain cats and dogs. We cancelled today's trip because of the unexpected bad weather. I was trapped in the house, bored looking out of the window, and slowly my eyes fell on the bird's nest. At this time, I found that the swallow was probably hungry and kept chirping like a baby crying, which made me feel sorry. I wonder: where is their mother? Time passed by little by little. Looking at these hungry swallows, my mood became anxious. "Why hasn't Mother Swallow come back yet? It's raining so hard that Mother Swallow must have found a place to hide from the rain. After a while, the swallow will be hungry. " That's what I thought. At this time, I saw the mother swallow flying back against the wind and rain. She stopped by the nest and was soaked to the skin. She shook off the water drops and fed the worm to the hungry swallow. Then, she did not hesitate to fly into the rain in search of food ... This scene made me feel a warm current gushing from my heart. This is a mixture of emotion and admiration. My eyes are moist, this is maternal love! No matter how many difficulties and obstacles, for the sake of children, she will go forward regardless. Love is her motivation! I was moved by this great love. At the end of this journey, I reluctantly looked at this warm nest and wanted to see this great mother again.

Because of maternal love, I was moved. I cherish it because I am moved. Touched by water, moisten my soul! Originated from life, but higher than life. Only by knowing how to be moved can we really be moved!

The fifth grade of Vanke experimental demonstration primary school: nightmare abyss

-800 words

Article 13: touching silhouette

I want to say, have I experienced anything touching? Of course, I will tell you that I have experienced it, because people are not vegetation, how can they be ruthless? There are too many touching things in the world, which have passed one by one with the passage of time. I have experienced many touching things at an early age, so let me give you a few examples.

On Monday morning, our family was having a delicious breakfast. Suddenly, I saw that there was no soup in my mother's bowl. I picked up my mother's bowl and walked to the soup pot. I picked up a big spoon and helped my mother with a bowl of warm rice soup. My mother said happily, "Although you are very young, you have learned to care about people." After listening, my heart is full of joy, because I know that this touch has touched her meager heart.

Walking on the way to school, I saw all the garbage babies return to their home-the trash can. Thanks to the cleaners, they helped us clean the streets regardless of the cold wind in the morning and their health. Touching has already sounded people's hearts.

When I walked to the school gate, I found that I didn't wear a red scarf. I looked at my schoolbag, but there was none. I thought, "What should I do?" Then my brother came over and said, "What's wrong with you?" I said, "I didn't wear a red scarf," my brother said brightly. "Take my pocket money to buy it, lest the teacher punish you." My tears took the opportunity to flow down, but I tried not to let myself flow down. I was moved and knocked on my little heart door.

We were doing our homework in class. Suddenly, the Chinese teacher called someone. During the conversation, she talked about her sprained foot. When I heard this sentence, I was very moved. I thought, "Teacher, you twisted your foot. Why not rest at home and go to school to give us lessons? " I know that touching has struck the beautiful hearts of my classmates.

Touch is everywhere, and we can find it if we look carefully.