Wonderful composition in the rain

In daily life or work and study, everyone is familiar with composition. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is my excellent composition in the rain for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

When I got up early in the morning, I saw the sky was unusually gloomy, like an unhappy child. Although the weather is not very good, it still does not affect my good mood all day.

As soon as I went out, a cool breeze blew on my face. I have to say that the weather is still very cool. My hair is like a nearby tree, desperately drifting in the wind. I can't open my eyes in such a strong wind.

It is estimated that it will rain, and it is not small. Unexpectedly, I am so crow mouth. On my way home from exercise, it really began to rain. However, just mentioning a little rain is not enough. It's still cool. It feels good.

When I passed under the tree, the rain accumulated on the leaves was ready to go, and the rain fell on my head. I was really angry and gave a good kick. I didn't expect more returns, and I immediately regretted it.

"There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three before the rain." I can't help but think of Xin Qiji's "Walking the Yellow Sand Road on the Xijiang Moonlight". The weather and scene now are somewhat similar to this poem. Don't say the breeze is comfortable, it's much better than the usual sultry weather. If only it were such cool weather every day.

I hurried home, and it began to rain heavily. The rushing rain beat against the windows, the ground and the eaves. This is really a heavy rain. It was really dripping before, so hot. I go home in a sweat every day.

Walking on the rainy road, stepping on the small pit on the ground, splashing waves and listening to the rain tick.

After June passed, it began to rain cats and dogs, with dark clouds and thunder and lightning. I saw that the trees on the roadside were also covered by the rain curtain between heaven and earth, vaguely. After a while, the strong wind came again, and the grass that could not stand the blow had to lie in the arms of Mother Earth.

I'm still in class in this weather. This is the last self-study class. I can't help looking out of the window and thinking: will my mother come to pick me up in such a heavy rain? I don't think about it anymore, because I'm sure my mother will come, and she will come. As soon as the bell rang, the students packed their bags and rushed out of the classroom. As for me, I am still wandering in the classroom, because I don't have an umbrella and I can't run out. After a while, I couldn't help jumping out, jumping to the school gate and looking at the parents waiting for their children. I'm surprised I don't have a mother. I couldn't believe my eyes. I rubbed my eyes and looked intently. There was still no mother. I was disappointed. I complained to myself why my mother didn't come. It was already a storm, my clothes were soaked, the rain rolled down my face like a ball, my eyes were blurred, my hands were cold, and I felt nothing. I was already very angry and walked home in frustration. The rain has become a river, endless, strong winds jumping on my face, "rumbling" thunder constantly. I'm a little scared. Just then, someone called me. I turned and saw that it was my mother. I immediately turned my head and ignored it. Mother said, "Daughter, I went to school to look for you just now, but I didn't see you. Maybe we have gone astray. " I suddenly realized that what I had lost was gone, and all that remained was infinite love bite. When I looked back, I found that there were traces of rain on my mother's forehead, and her clothes were soaked, like taking a cold shower and holding a wet umbrella in her hand, but she didn't open it. I see, hold my mother's cold hand, open my umbrella together and walk home. At that time, the rain was much less, there was no lightning or thunder, and even the wind became gentle.

Although many years have passed, I still remember it vividly. Rain is the biggest and smallest.

The sky in July is like a doll's face. It changes when you say it. It was just under the scorching sun. Now dark clouds are gathering, like a black curtain, covering the whole sky. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, making the dim teacher shine, and the thunder was not to be outdone. Thunder echoed on the playground, as if an angry dragon was roaring. Come, come, the dragon turned into thousands of raindrops and rushed down. They rushed to knock on the classroom window.

After "Ding" finished school, students rushed out of the classroom like bees. In a flash, colorful "umbrella flowers" bloomed under the teaching building. In the classroom, only Xiao Gang and Xiao Ming are staring at the window in a daze. They regret it very much: why not take an umbrella as their parents told them? How to go back today? At this time, Xiaogang said, "Let's go back like this, because we don't know when it will rain!" " "So, they rushed out of the classroom, covered their heads with their hands, and just walked to the school gate, they were already soaked.

Outside the school gate, the crowded roads in the past are already crowded with people. Uncle traffic police is directing traffic. Xiao Gang and Xiao Ming are struggling to run forward. Suddenly, they found that the rain had stopped. Xiao Ming looked back, and it turned out to be Teacher Chen. The teacher put on raincoats for them, but he was caught in the rain. Xiaoming wants to return the raincoat to the teacher. The teacher said kindly, "You don't have to worry about the teacher. You are still young. If you catch a cold, you will catch a cold. "

At this moment, Xiaohong behind them saw this scene, and ran quickly, stood on tiptoe and raised her umbrella over the teacher's head to keep out the rain …

What a touching picture! Teachers care about students, and students love teachers. At this time, Grandpa Yu seems to be deeply moved by the teacher-student relationship. The rain stopped gradually, and they went home happily with a smile!

The rain is cold. How can it be warm in such cold weather on rainy days?

That afternoon, when I was at school, I looked at the weather forecast and said it was a sunny afternoon, so I didn't bring my raincoat. However, when school was over in the afternoon, things were unexpected-it rained! I looked outside. The wind is howling outside, and the yellow sand is all over the sky. I am in danger of being blown away if I am not careful. And there was lightning and thunder, and it rained cats and dogs in an instant. Even if the weather is bad, the students still have to go home. They rushed out of the classroom quickly, even if they were holding umbrellas, they dared not open them, because once they were opened, they would be blown away. So the students picked up their schoolbags and held them over their heads, just like a group of soldiers who were going to fight to kill the enemy, shouting and rushing while running! They rushed out of the school gate quickly, so I had to take shelter from the rain under the eaves of the library. At this time, an extremely thin eldest brother asked: Are you sheltering from the rain here? I said, yes, it's raining so hard that I can't go home without a raincoat. After hearing this, eldest brother turned back to the library, and I thought to myself, alas, how can I go home?

And when I was very sad, my eldest brother came back. It turned out that he didn't leave, but went to get his raincoat. He gave me his raincoat and said, you can make do with it first. I quickly said, no, how can you go back without a raincoat? "He said," I am the librarian here. I can wait until the rain stops. After listening to his words, I went home safely.

However, the next day I went to the library with my raincoat, but I didn't see him.

I asked an administrator to know that this eldest brother doesn't work here, nor is he an administrator.

It turned out that he told a white lie, and at that moment, I shed tears of emotion.

In the east of my garden, there is a beautiful small lotus pond, which is opposite to my bedroom. Although there are not many lotus flowers in the small lotus pond, they are also full of vitality. The surrounding trees are evergreen all year round, and birds sing and play in the branches all day. It's too noisy! However, the most beautiful time of Xiaohetang is when it rains.

One day, I sat by the window and looked at the beautiful little lotus pond in a daze. The little fish kept swinging, sticking its head out of the water and opening its mouth as if to say, "It's so stuffy, so stuffy!" " Sister Dragonfly seems to realize something and stops flying high. I looked up-the sky was overcast with thunder and lightning. I quickly closed the window and continued to look.

"Bang-"A raindrop the size of a bean hit the petiole of a banana tree near the lotus pond, making a dull sound. "Bang-"Another raindrop fell and hit the tip of banana, splashing and making a clear sound. "Bang-bang ..." Raindrops are getting denser and denser, hitting banana trees and water, just like a group of people beating drums. Small fish have already got into the bottom of the water, and there are fewer dragonflies. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, like falling from the sky, and the whole lotus pond is shrouded in a hazy rain fog. Followed by raindrops the size of beans. The frog standing on the lotus leaf seems unable to withstand the attack of heavy rain. It called three times and jumped under the banana tree to hide from the rain.

The heavy rain is finally over. The sky came back to life. Birds are singing in the branches, fish are playing in the water, the leaves of banana trees are washed away by rain, and the green leaves are more delicate. There are still a few drops of rain beads on Lianhua Mountain, which are crystal clear. The lotus pond after the rain really fascinates me

Excellent Composition 6 "Night Rain …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

The asphalt road has become a glittering galaxy, and people are rushing home with "mushrooms" of different colors and shapes. Suddenly, an uncle riding a bicycle accidentally knocked down an old man. The young man's bike went to one side, and blood oozed from the uncle's pants. However, regardless of his own pain, he struggled to get up and help the old man. As soon as his hand touched the old man's arm, the old man said kindly to him, "young man, I know you didn't mean it." I've forgiven you. Look at yourself, your legs are useless. " I'm fine, don't worry, go to the hospital! The young man quickly waved and said, "Oh, no, no, no, how is that possible?" "All this is due to my negligence. If I had been more careful, it wouldn't have happened again. No matter what I say this time, I will take you to the hospital. Otherwise, I feel sorry, old man. I feel so sorry for you. Come, I'll take you to the hospital. " At this time, onlookers have surrounded them three floors inside and three floors outside, and everyone is talking about it; Some people say that after all, the young man knocked down the old man and should be sent to the hospital to see a doctor. Others say that the young man didn't mean it. Besides, he has admitted his mistake to the old man. There is no need to send him to the hospital. The old man said that he would just go to the hospital himself. At this moment, a man came out of the crowded crowd. He picked up the old man, helped his uncle get into a van and drove to the hospital. People watched approvingly as the car drove away ... away. ...

In fact, in real life, we should also understand each other and tolerate each other. For example, if someone hits you, you have to fight back. But, think about it, is your behavior stupid?

Let me tell you, getting friendship is actually very simple, as long as you have a pair of warm hands and a tolerant heart.

At that moment, tears and rain merged with me, but the dripping sadness made me ashamed.

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Sick again. I came out of the hospital with several bags of clothes and looked at the wet ground outside the door. On a gray day, pedestrians cover the smog overhead with colorful umbrellas, but people's troubles are obvious-they hate this weather. Somehow, my heart became restless.

Time is running out. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and pedestrians are walking faster and faster. I didn't find her back in the drifting crowd. Bow your head and meditate.

The torrential rain turned into a drizzle and fell on me. "Still standing there? Silly? " I looked up casually, looked at her half-soaked, and whispered, "I don't have an umbrella." While speaking, she grabbed my bag and went to the parking place over there and said, "Come here and I'll show you."

It's still raining, and the flowers and plants beside the courtyard are low and tired. I said, "No, you have to bring so many things again. It is raining here. You go first! " "She took out a brand-new flower umbrella from her next pocket and handed it over:" All right! Watch the road. "Let me put it this way. Walked away again.

At the moment when I held the umbrella, I saw a scene that I couldn't forget: her foot was pushing the car hard, one hand was holding the umbrella on the handlebar, and the other hand was holding something hard to prevent it from falling, and it was raining in Mao Mao. An umbrella may block his view, which is very dangerous. But just then, she looked back at me again and shouted, "Be careful on the road." Say that finish, then disappeared in the confusion of the crowd.

At that moment, I cried. She, my mother, works in the supermarket during the day and takes care of her brother at night. She even came to see me after work, but the sponge didn't squeeze out enough time for her to rest for a minute. I "hid" in the cool ward, enjoying the fruits she exchanged with sweat, but I was still so impatient. Why do we always have so little understanding? Looking at the crying God, I feel ashamed.

Life contains bits and pieces, which I have never experienced with my heart. Now, I understand that at the moment when it is raining, it is not just drizzle, but also maternal love.

Shakespeare once said, "Life is like a flower, and love is the honey in it." Yes, the best feeling in the world is true love. If the world loses it, it will become dim. There are countless acts of true love around us, but what impressed me the most is this time ... one day, my mother and I rode a battery car on our way to school as usual. Unfortunately, the weather was bad, and the sun quickly hid in the clouds, not wanting to show his handsome face. Suddenly, the sky was overcast and the rain poured down, which caught my mother and me off guard. We quickly stopped the car, took out the rain gear, and then moved on. When we stopped at the intersection to wait for the red light, I saw a familiar figure: in the middle of the stormy road, a man in a fluorescent green poncho stood straight like a pine tree, whistling loudly from time to time, and the standard movements kept alternating between his left hand and his right hand. Oh, it turned out to be the beloved traffic police uncle. They are not afraid of the wind and rain, just to make more people travel safer and happier in rainy days ... Look, there is a young mother across the road with two babies in her arms, followed by an old lady with gray temples. Looking at a big pool of water in front of them, they stamped their feet anxiously. The two babies were soaked and crying loudly. When the traffic police uncle saw this, he rushed over, held the two babies in his arms, straightened his back, strode across the road with vigorous steps, and safely sent them to the opposite bus stop. Then, he ran back quickly and helped the grandmother cross the road carefully. Before grandma could say thank you, he returned to the middle of the road non-stop and continued to command the passing vehicles wholeheartedly ... The standard movements and loud whistles left a deep mark on my heart! Uncle traffic police, you have erected a huge umbrella of true love for us, you have built a solid wall of true love for us, and you have sent us the warm sunshine of true love. Thank you!

I don't know who is swaying in the rain, which gives me the courage and determination to move forward step by step. ...

With the sound of reading in the classroom, the rain is getting louder and louder. Connected into a water curtain of heaven and earth, the distance is hazy.

I sat by the window and looked at my classmates who were struggling around me. I was a little disappointed: Why are you working so hard? Where does the motivation come from? Where does the determination to learn from the dead come from? With a sigh, I opened the book and plunged into it.

Reading is becoming more and more boring. I turned my head and looked out of the window. A small green figure came into view. Hey, what's that? Is it paper? No, there is a strong wind now, but it hasn't blown away yet.

I carefully pushed the window open a crack, and the rain blurred my eyes in an instant. But I didn't close the window, but faced the wind and rain and observed the little green body. Oh, it's a grass, a grass that grows on the platform outside the classroom window. There is no grass on the platform, but at most there is some soil, which is also deformed. But the grass can grow tenaciously, which makes me admire.

Gradually, the rain stopped. I pushed the window a little further so that I could lean out and observe the grass I admired carefully. The grass is all emerald green, and a few drops of rain beads hang obliquely on it, like crystal clear and pure.

I can imagine the scene on the platform when it rains: the wind blows relentlessly, the grass tilts down again and again, but stands up bravely ... After the storm, the tree falls, but the fragile grass stands still. The storm can only help it wash away the dust, but it can't break its indomitable will.

I shed tears silently. Although the grass is ordinary, it is tenacious, just like a little soldier. They make me feel life and hope and inspire me to make progress.

Excellent composition in the rain 10 "Ding Ding Dong Dong ..." It kept raining, as if time never stopped. Because it is "good rain knows the season, when spring happens", so new leaves come out one by one. Raindrops hit rocks, leaves and grass. It's like a big show, endless. This is a great movement between heaven and earth.

Our present class teacher is very serious. I remember that once it rained, several people's shoes and clothes were soaked, and they started sneezing and coughing when they got to school. Our head teacher is no exception. Her shoes and face were wet, but she came to the classroom regardless of the illness and said, "Who's clothes are wet, come and call me."

One or two students passed by, and her words moistened our hearts, so that the early spring was not cold and the spring rain moistened everything! The same is true of teachers. They come into our hearts and explore the mysteries of our hearts. "It's raining ..." As the saying goes, "Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently", and our hearts are full of ups and downs.

Not only teachers moisten our hearts like spring rain, but also our "urban beautician"-sanitation workers, who insist on warming people's hearts for the beauty of the city in the heavy rain.

My grandparents retired for many years and had nothing to do, so they worked as sanitation workers in the neighborhood Committee.

I remember that day, it rained heavily and people were afraid to go out, but my grandparents went out early and breakfast was prepared for me. I ate a bowl of hot water to soak rice. They came back, their bodies were wet, and those rain boots could not stop the storm. Feeling the warmth, I can't help thinking of the sanitation workers on the street. Their life is much more bitter than ours, and the money they earn is "moonlight", leaving only a few fifty cents in their hands; One dollar coin, ah, sanitation workers, how great you are to warm my heart. At this time, the rain gradually subsided, as if to help sanitation workers clean the streets.

At this time, I looked at the rain outside the window, "Tick tock ……" I imagined: rain, you warm people like a stove, you warm the earth like sunshine, and you warm us like an incandescent lamp. Ah, rain, I love you.

Excellent composition in the rain 1 1 In the starry sky I remember, there are twinkling stars, big, small, dim and bright. But the star I remember the most is the smallest and most common one.

On that day, the rain fell like a splash, like a waterfall, like falling from the sky, unstoppable. My heart seems to have been soaked by the rain, and it is cold and cold. Trapped in the classroom, while depressed, while blaming yourself: "Why don't you listen to your mother? Why didn't you bring an umbrella! " It was raining harder and harder. I was about to go downstairs and have a big fight with the rain when a voice came from behind me, "Xiaoyue, why didn't you bring an umbrella?" "I hurried back, ah, it was Jin! I looked down and said hesitantly, "My mother told me to bring an umbrella, but I didn't. At this time, my mother also went out and couldn't pick me up. "

Xiaojin kindly said to me: "Abortion, it doesn't matter, I'll take you home!" " "As soon as my heart warmed up, I was about to say' no, thank you', so the enthusiastic Xiaojin sent me home.

We were walking on the road, and the wind was blowing. It was really a storm. The umbrella is very small, the rain beats against our clothes, and the cold wind gets into our clothes, making us tremble with cold.

Next to the little gold is trembling. This time, I found that selfless Xiaojin gave me an umbrella! I said sadly, "Xiaojin, if you don't do this well, you will get wet!" " "

Xiaojin wiped the rain on his forehead with his hand and said, "Never mind. I'm not afraid of cold by nature. Please hold on! " I pushed the umbrella to her She smiled and pushed the umbrella to me.

My eyes were moist and tears welled up. The rain penetrated her shoes and socks, and her eyes could not help showing pain.

When I got home, she smiled at me and ran into the rain with an umbrella. I watched her weak body disappear in the rain.

It was the warmth in the rain that added some emotion to my life, which I will always remember!

12 It rained, and a drop of rain fell to the ground, splashing. Miss Feng also came to join in the fun, extending her delicate hands to stir up the rain. "sasha vujacic-""pattering-"is more like playing a beautiful music! I looked out the window and thought of her. ...

That day, with the ringing of the school bell, it began to rain outside the window, which soon turned into pouring rain. Mom said she would pick me up later in the morning. I intended to go to the airport, but I didn't bring my umbrella. Go in the rain? It must be "a drowned rat". I am so sad that I am about to cry. At this time, an elder sister came over and seemed to read my mind and said to me, "classmate, are you going to the airport?" I nodded, and she smiled and said, "I'll take you." I have an umbrella! " "At this time, I seem to have caught a lifeline and suddenly saw hope. I hid under her umbrella with great gratitude.

Along the way, raindrops the size of beans hit the umbrella and made a "bang-bang-bang-"sound. An umbrella for two people is obviously not enough. She held an umbrella in one hand and my shoulder in the other. She looked serious and walked hard in the rain. The rain was beating wildly. There are a few drops of rain on my right shoulder, and her hands are red with cold. I have an indescribable taste in my heart.

The wind and rain seem to be playing tricks on us. Although the elder sister tried to control the umbrella, on several occasions, the umbrella was almost blown away. Unconsciously, I have come to the door of the airport. I went in and didn't forget to say thank you to her. She just gave a friendly smile and left in a hurry. Looking at the back of her turning away, her nose suddenly turned sour. Because her left shoulder is wet. At this time, a warm current suddenly welled up in my heart.

"Pa-"The rain is getting worse, and I return to my mind from my memory. Raindrops blurred my vision, and I seemed to see her back again. ...

Excellent composition in the rain 13 moving is fire, warming my heart, moving is a beam of light, illuminating my way forward, and moving is a compass that guides me to the future.

Touching is fire, which warms my heart. I remember when I was in the third grade of primary school, my father came to pick me up every day. Once it rained heavily, my classmates were picked up by my parents, but I was alone in the classroom waiting for my father to pick me up. After waiting for a long time, dad still didn't come. At this time, I don't think my father will pick me up, so I have to go home by myself. As soon as I walked out of the classroom door, I heard familiar footsteps. At first glance, it turned out to be my father. Later, I learned that my father dropped his business to pick me up. When I knew, I suddenly felt a deep fatherly love.

Touching is a beam of light that illuminates my way forward. Light is like a teacher's teaching and care. I remember last year, my father was on a business trip and asked me to eat in a small restaurant, but just after the fourth class, a heavy rain came. Soon after school, the students were picked up by their parents. I am the only one left in the classroom. No one came to pick me up today. I was completely disappointed because my father was on a business trip and my mother worked in a power station far away. I want to go to a small restaurant for lunch, but the nearest restaurant is far away. If you go, you'll get soaked, and you won't go hungry. While I was hesitating, a voice outside the door said, "Come to my house for dinner!" " I looked to the right and it turned out to be Miss Li. It turned out that after learning this situation, Miss Li came here specially. At this moment, I said excitedly, "No, sir, I have money. When the rain stops, I will eat a box lunch. " Miss Li and I understood my temper and left without saying anything. After a while, the rain didn't stop. At this moment, my stomach is growling. Suddenly, the teacher came into the classroom. She took out three pieces of bread from her bag. Teacher Li ran quickly and handed me the bread and said, "Come on, eat the bread." I said excitedly, "Teacher … Thank you." The teacher smiled at me and left. At this moment, I was moved to almost cry.

Parents, teachers. I will move on with my life with confidence!

Excellent composition in the rain 14 People often say, "After the storm, there is a rainbow." Indeed, I grew up in the wind and rain, and gradually approached the gorgeous rainbow!

Although I am a girl, I always like to chase and fight with my friends. For this reason, my parents have talked about me many times, always saying, "You are a girl, always running around outside, making people laugh." "Girls, be reserved and don't be such a woman." ……

It was July. The sun is high in the sky, and it is hottest when it burns. I always wear short sleeves and cropped trousers, which is one of the reasons why I will get hurt later.

That day, my friend and I were running downstairs. The person in front is getting farther and farther away from me, and I don't want to speed up to catch up with her. Suddenly, my body fell forward, followed by a loud cry: "Ah!" " "The ground was scorched by the sun. Although I was sore all over, I quickly got up from the ground. Lie down for a while, and you'll probably be cooked.

My friend heard my cry and started running back. With their help, I found a place to sit down. The sun is merciless. Under its irradiation, the injured place is getting more and more painful. My mouth is thirsty, my face is red and my head is sweaty. The man who went to buy ice water came back. I quickly took a few sips, put the bottle on the wound and rolled it back and forth. The cold makes me feel much better.

The sun went down and I walked home slowly. When I got home, my mother saw that I was injured and gave me medicine to rest. Only I know this is the forecast before the rainstorm. ...

There are many storms in life, which I can't remember or count, but I am growing up, which is enough!

Excellent composition in the rain 15 the wings of the returning swallow, the sweat of my mother, and the back of flying together under the golden sky-I have never forgotten it. -inscription

Touching is a clear spring, washing away the dust in my heart; Touching is a ray of sunshine, shooting into my previously closed heart; Touching is a sweet juice, which nourishes my soul and is also very important to me.

The weather changes suddenly, and you change your face as soon as you say it. Pedestrians in the rain will come and go in a hurry, and umbrella flowers will dance with the rain. I was in a hurry when I left. I forgot to bring my umbrella. I stood under the room and looked at the dark clouds. I'm really at a loss.

Students have been picked up by their parents. A man rushed at me in the rain, and the rain under her feet wet her trouser legs. The splash is like a huge wave, which looks good in the rain. I looked intently, it was mom, and mom came to pick me up!

Mother handed me an umbrella. This umbrella is heavy, which shows the weight of maternal love! Mom's trouser legs have been completely wet by the rain. She came running, her mouth kept breathing out big, hot round gas.

My mother came to pick me up and I followed her home. Along the way, no one talked to anyone. Mom is in front, I am behind, and we occasionally look at each other, with deep love in our eyes.

When I got home, my mother lifted her wet pants and looked tired. Mother threw herself on the sofa and suddenly wanted to sleep.

"Mom, what's the matter with you? Why did you fall asleep as soon as you came back? "

"Hush, don't disturb your mother. Your mother takes you home with a fever. Let your mother have a good sleep! " Dad told me earnestly.

Once upon a time, I thought, what is touching? I didn't know until I grew up that moving can't be expressed in words. Touching is so simple, but it is so complicated.

Did you find out? A big fire in the dark.

Did you ask? The faint scent of flowers floating from the fog.

Did you hear that? Encouragement from the end.