Write an essay with the title of one of the festivals of rain

1. Looking for an essay on the topic of "Integrity"

Integrity is the most precious; "Bow down and do your best." In ancient times, there was Boyi who did not eat Zhou millet and starved to death in Shouyang. There is Su Wu who chews snow and swallows felt, and shepherds sheep in Beihai; there is Wen Tianxiang who listed "In Qi Taishi Bamboo, in Jin Dong Hu Pen" "Although you can't kneel on your knees, how can you tolerate devaluing your own spirit?" His strong and stubborn will is completely based on a high degree of rationality, and the clam's life has lost its meaning. After generations of cultivation and promotion, how can we expect them to be upright people when they grow up? "A man has gold at his knees."

Don’t give in to five buckets of rice, temper yourself in hardships, and have a firm and profound understanding. Don't let your actions go against your own understanding, and persist until the end. The "mighty and unyielding" awe-inspiring righteousness they displayed will always go down in history and become a model for future generations. There are also countless ordinary people who have lost their integrity and know that people cannot lower their noble heads and will die if they lose their personality." Because he knows that "although science has no borders, scientists have their own motherland" and can often "Be clear and carefree" means choosing a contented life. Are you tired of the society full of fame and fortune?

"Don't give up for five buckets of rice" is a life attitude that is indifferent to fame and fortune, and your own inner words. During the Anti-Japanese War, Peking Opera master Mei Lanfang had a clear will and refused to perform for the Japanese invaders. People who have lost their integrity are often denounced as "wimps" and "traitors". Those who can deal with things with subjective "perseverance". ", "determination" and the like can control one's own behavior, and at the same time completely release oneself from the bad habit of flattery. Life should naturally conform to one's own wishes, take off the mask of disguise, and It's not because of his character. In fact, when he was interrogated, he gave up his fame and fortune and chose an indifferent attitude towards life to sacrifice himself for the truth, because integrity is not based on emotion, but on a high degree of rationality. 2. An 800-word essay on integrity

National integrity

At the award ceremony, the patriarch walked towards me with steady steps. He came to me and said solemnly Incomparably, he hung the medal with the title "National Hero" on my tentacles, and there were a few cockroaches hanging their heads in shame beside me.

Presumably, by now, he is. I understand. I am a little cockroach named Qing. A few days ago, our family began to suffer from famine because the owner of this house hired a new diligent nanny. Originally, we could find many edible humans on the ground. The so-called dirty food residues, but now that the ground is as clean as new, we can only go hungry.

It’s been a month and we haven’t eaten anything. Don’t be surprised at our tenacious ability to survive. , If not, how can we be called Xiaoqiang, haha. To get back to the topic, because we were too hungry, the patriarch resolutely chose four strong big cockroaches. It is said that they have made great contributions to the defense of the nation and have a very noble nation. The patriarch asked them to go out to look for food. As a little cockroach, I naturally had the spirit of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, so I asked to go with him. Seeing my courage, the patriarch asked me to bring them empty bags for food. , and set off with them.

On the way, the four big cockroaches were sarcastic to me. One made fun of me, and the other laughed at me. They also kept mentioning what they had done for the cockroach family on the way. We kept comparing our contributions, but we didn’t know whether they were true or not. Didn’t we say that heroes don’t mention their bravery?

Suddenly, a little girl seemed to notice us and shouted. I said: Mom, there are insects! Come on! I was shocked, but I quickly woke up and said to the big cockroaches next to me: We can't give up halfway, we should hide for a while and then leave. But he walked back resolutely, leaving me behind and running back to his family. I decided not to leave and took on the responsibility of saving the family.

At this moment, the little girl’s mother appeared in my field of vision holding a fly swatter. I closed my eyes and said goodbye to my loved ones in my heart. Small tears overflowed from my eyes and moistened my cheeks. Just hitting cockroaches with a fly swatter is too cruel!

A pop popped out in the silence. I touched my feet with my tentacles and then my eyes, ah! I'm actually still alive. Looking forward, a fly fell straight down.

For some reason, I always felt a little sorry for this fly

I went through all the dangers and came to the dinner table. I happily stuffed the fried tomatoes and eggs into my mouth. , once again shed tears of emotion.

I saw the bag, yes! I also have to pack something for the cockroaches to eat. I packed a lot of all kinds of food, almost all the leftovers were packed. So, after that, I carefully brought the food back to the family. Seeing my family devouring the food, I shed tears again.

The four big cockroaches looked at me with a look of apology, gratitude, and shame.

So, I stood on the podium.

But after hugging the medal, I still don’t understand: Why do people without national integrity use it to show off their power and instead bully the tribesmen? Is national integrity a tool that can be used? Should it be something to be proud of?

Looking at the four grateful cockroaches, they shook hands with me on the left and nodded on the right, changing their ugly appearance when they teased me.

As a little cockroach with national integrity, I am even more confused about my understanding of national integrity. 3. A high school composition with the theme of integrity

Integrity For a clam, the most precious thing is a pearl.

Without the pearl, the clam’s life loses its meaning. For a person, the most precious thing is integrity.

A person who has lost his integrity is nothing more than a zombie. People who have lost their integrity are often denounced as "softheads", "traitors" and "traitors".

Integrity is the external expression of a soul. Many people sacrifice their lives for righteousness and benevolence just to maintain their ice-like integrity.

For Zhang Suiyang's teeth, for Yan Changshan's tongue" and others. The "mighty and unyielding" awe-inspiring righteousness they displayed will forever go down in history and become a model for future generations.

There are countless ordinary people who know that people cannot lower their noble heads. They will not drink the water from stolen springs when they are thirsty, and they will not eat when they are hungry. Compared with those traitors who are servile and traitorous to their country for glory, this is really different! The integrity of the ancients has deeply infected modern and modern people.

Revolutionary martyrs were unwavering in the face of high-ranking officials and generous salaries and died without hesitation, because they understood that integrity is more precious than life. During the Franco-Prussian War, French scientist Pasteur returned the degree certificate sent by the University of Berlin because he knew that "although science has no borders, scientists have their own motherland."

During the Anti-Japanese War, Peking Opera master Mei Lanfang grew a beard and refused to perform for the Japanese invaders because he understood that righteousness is more important than anything else, and life and death are not matters of contentment! Two years ago, when the Korean female boss of the Zhuhai Special Economic Zone ordered her Chinese employees to kneel to her, weren't there a few passionate young people who stood up with their heads held high? Does anyone think it is just a "bend the knee" action? Is it worth losing your job because you don’t kneel down? I think this is not just a simple "face" issue. These passionate young people embody the integrity of our Chinese nation.

"There is gold at the knees of a man." If you kneel down easily, you will lose your self-esteem, personality, integrity, and soul in an instant. It's like the clam has lost its most precious pearl.

"Taking righteousness and becoming benevolent" embodies integrity. "Grow a beard to show your will" and "Never kneel down" also reflect integrity.

People often say that "the times are tough". When a person is "poor in times", it is often an inevitable reflection of his daily mental tempering that he can "not be licentious in wealth, unable to move in poverty, and unyielding in power".

In fact, "poor times" is a condition, which emphasizes the daily ideological basis. This is very important.

Mencius said: "Nurture my awe-inspiring spirit." Those who can handle things with integrity are often able to "clear the ice and snow".

Integrity is the most precious. We must not only maintain it, but also cultivate it. Start with small things and temper it through hardships. Take good care of that precious pearl in the clam shell! The quality of standing up for justice and not yielding in the face of enemies or pressure.

"Hearing the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening" reveals the source of integrity; "Bow down and do your best, and then die" summarizes the expansion of integrity; "The road between life and death for a hero is a grand journey. "Time", abstractly refers to the sublimation of integrity. The integrity and beliefs that have been cultivated, carried forward, and passed down for generations are the soul and backbone that have supported the Chinese nation's endless growth, weakness and strength, decline and rejuvenation for thousands of years.

Tao Yuanming, a famous pastoral poet in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, had a bumpy career in his official career. He did not become the magistrate of Pengze County until his forties. Once, the county sent a postal inspector to understand the situation. The officer told Tao Yuanming to dress neatly and greet him respectfully.

Tao Yuanming said angrily: "I don't want to bend my waist for five buckets of rice!" After saying that, he resigned and went into seclusion. The General Secretary took office less than eighty days ago. Tao Yuanming did not want to be humble and flattering to others because of fame and fortune, but this indifference to fame and fortune made him famous and famous throughout the ages.

And in our real life, are there no shortage of people like Tao Yuanming? Not giving up for five buckets of rice is a life attitude that is indifferent to fame and fortune. As the saying goes: "Money is something external to the body."

So isn't this the case with fame and fortune? Fame and wealth cannot be brought in life and cannot be taken away in death. It is better to let go of fame and fortune and live a leisurely life like ordinary people.

Although Tao Yuanming resigned and went into seclusion, thus severing his career as a prosperous official, he still went into seclusion in his countryside and wrote many poems that will be remembered forever. "Picking chrysanthemums and leaving the east, leisurely seeing Nanshan." This shows. His comfortable and contented joy of life.

As a result, he became a famous pastoral poet and was respected by future generations. In fact, if you give up fame and wealth and choose an indifferent attitude towards life, you will often get unexpected surprises.

Don’t compromise for five buckets of rice, but choose a contented life.

I have long been tired of seeing a society full of fame and wealth, and the things between adults, although children do not fully understand.

But who can say that it will not have a negative impact on us? Let me ask: If all children grow up watching their parents "receive" and "give gifts", then how can we expect them to be upright people when they grow up? Therefore, why don’t we dream of a society where there is no fame and fortune, no relationship between superiors and subordinates, and we must put an end to the bad habits of flattery and flattery? If you truly own yourself, you don’t have to worry about whether what you say is in the eyes of your superiors, or whether your actions will interfere with the eyes of your superiors... This is your true self, your inner words, and what you think is right. idea. The moment you give up fame and fortune, you also completely free yourself from the bad habit of flattery. Life will naturally conform to your own wishes, you will take off the mask of disguise, and you will be greeted by a lively and joyful life.

Not giving up for five buckets of rice is an expression of choosing self-respect and self-love. If you "bow down for five buckets of rice", then it is an act of belittling yourself by "bowing down and nodding in agreement" to others.

On the contrary, if you choose "not to give up for five buckets of rice", you will invisibly choose self-esteem and freedom at the same time, and you will no longer be inferior to others in terms of personality. Although there is a saying that "no one can bow his head when someone is under the roof", I think this refers to the attitude towards "superiors", rather than the devaluation of one's own spirit, and it does not mean that one must behave "grovelingly" in front of superiors.

As the saying goes: "There is gold under a man's knees." Although you cannot kneel on your knees, can you tolerate belittling your own spirit? "Not giving up for five buckets of rice" is a life attitude that is indifferent to fame and fortune; it is a choice of a pleasant life interest; at the same time, it is an expression of self-esteem and self-love.

What we lack in our lives are upright and true gentlemen. They will not give up themselves for fame and fortune, and will not "break their backs for five buckets of rice." 4. Please write an essay on the topic of the same sunshine and rain. Quickly

The continuous drizzle for several days will inevitably make people feel a little more melancholy. It may be caused by God

< p> You must have noticed people's displeasure. The long-lost sunshine finally appeared this afternoon, and it sprinkled a lot

on the wet ground.

The world washed by rain is different. It looks particularly radiant under the sunshine.

You can still hear praises for the weather from time to time. Maybe I have a slightly different point of view than everyone else, or

or there are other reasons for myself. Between sunshine and rain, I am more willing to choose the latter, I think The feeling of splashing water while holding an umbrella while walking on the road is very subtle and has a carefree feeling

.

Rain and sunshine are like flowers and green leaves, there is always a companion. Rainwater chose it.

Just like people will exaggerate the sunshine after a rain and ignore the minor foil, I think it is only after a heavy rain that people will cherish the so-called "sunny after the rain". In fact

In fact, there has been this kind of "flower craze" since ancient times. Since the Tang Dynasty, people have loved peonies,

and ignored the green leaves. Only a few gentlemen have appreciated them. The beauty of this novel has not yet won the approval of the world. What a trick of fate!

Finally, I want to say that we should not only see the glory of the famous people in our lives.

We should also use our unique perspective to discover the unknown people in our lives.

The shining point, maybe this can be considered equal, or... 5. Write an essay with the title "Thumbs up for the rain"

I love rain, but it is by no means The kind of love that comes on a whim is a deep love, a love that is ecstatic for the rain.

Whether it is the vibrant spring rain, the bohemian summer rain, or the affectionate autumn and winter rain, I am deeply in love. I love rain not only for its poetic and picturesque mood, but also for its philanthropic spirit and misty beauty.

Rain is always so free and unrestrained, coming spontaneously and passing away, never missing anything or giving up anything!

The most fascinating thing is the drop of rain behind the first dark cloud. The patter of rain tinkled like a six-stringed harp, hanging like a curtain between heaven and earth. In the sky, the drizzle like hair makes you intoxicated; on the ground, the layers of water splashed by the spring rain are like the sad willow smoke, and are ripples that break the heart. At that moment, no matter how sad your troubles are, they will be washed away by the rain. I think there is nothing more fascinating than this...

In the rain, the beautiful scenery makes people marvel at the magic of the Creator! You can reminisce about the ancients in the rain, feel Li Qingzhao's melancholy of "the parasol trees are drizzled with the drizzle", experience Zhou Bangyan's melancholy of "half an acre of tung blossoms, silently locked in a courtyard of melancholy rain", and taste "I have passed away in the past, willows" "Yiyi, today I am thinking about the rain, snow and falling rain." Maybe then, you can also develop the same tenderness as the ancients. As for the clear (love) rain in Liu Yuxi's poem "The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, the Tao is ruthless but sentimental." I think it will eventually be replaced by tender rain.

Yu Guangzhong mentioned in a poem: "Look at the cold rain, listen to the cold rain, smell the cold rain, lick the cold rain..." From this, we can still see the aura of rain. . I think maybe every scene in the world has its own aura! And our beautiful world may be transformed by these auras!

I love rain, what about you? Although I will never be as sentimental as the ancients, I still want to read the stories contained in the rainy alleys like the ancients. 6. Write an essay on rain

I like wind. The warm and comfortable sea breeze in the south and the biting cold wind in the north both make me full of emotions, sentimental and romantic! However, I prefer rain. The wandering heavy rain with lightning and thunder in the south and the pattering autumn rain in the north both make me sad and lingering, so my online name is Wind and Rain Beauty! I like rain, as pure as water, as misty as clouds, and as hazy as fog.

I also like to walk alone on the street in the drizzle at dusk, following the rhythm of the rain; I also like the feeling of the rain falling quietly on my body, it is very gentle. His touch was like a pair of hands gently protecting me. I like the rain in autumn, especially the beautiful moment when the raindrops splash on the ground and burst into a spray of water.

It seems that every song about rain has a sad story, and I listened to the sound of rain on this rainy night and experienced every story about rain.

There are very few pedestrians on the fresh streets, which are very clean and quiet. The trees on the street have been blown by the autumn wind and washed by the autumn rain. The leaves are falling from the branches one by one, and there is a bit of tranquility and deepness in the air.

The autumn mood stirs the heartstrings, the autumn wind disturbs the thoughts, the autumn moon brings forth emotions, the autumn rain is lingering, and the autumn leaves are beautiful and beautiful. I like to sit alone in front of the window on rainy days, meditate quietly, and feel silently... The patter of rain outside the window is like tears in my heart. I quietly listen to the sound of rain, and feel happy in my heart. What arose was an inexplicable melancholy.

The tears shed into the sea of ????heart are long and lingering, mixed with a bit of melancholy and revealing a bit of helplessness. The rain is the sad tears of the clouds. The heart is always lonely and lonely when the clouds are thick. Crying, there are bursts of heart rain falling deep in my heart. No matter what kind of story, it will be unforgettable when it rains.

Rain has a kind of magic: it can diffuse into a mood, soak into an atmosphere, and engrave into a memory. Of course, sometimes it can turn into a disaster.

Breaking up always happens on a rainy day, why must it happen on a rainy day? The rain is cool when it falls, the rain is gray and cold when it rains, and the rain is sad when it falls. I don’t know since when, I have been addicted to my own world on the Internet and do not want to communicate with others.

I like to stay quietly in the noisy chat room, I like to be surrounded by strange names, and no one cares about my loneliness. And I was just a dazed shadow, lingering in this familiar chat room, letting the years pass by and fall into my indifferent eyes.

I like the night, I like to write my mood online at night, so lonely, it is completely my own. I like to read affectionate articles on the Internet, I like to write some sad words, and I like to understand a person through words.

I like to listen to my heart and feel inspired by the collision of connected souls. When my soul faced me silently, I finally realized how unenviable an indifferent and leisurely life could be without all the constraints of the world.

Not being bothered by the worldly world, not striving for wealth and fame, it adds an elegance to the taste of life. That "free flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless raindrops are as fine as sorrow." The delicate beauty that cannot be eaten by the fireworks of the world, the transcendent elegance of enjoying life and being a close friend of nature.

Once upon a time, I always thought that I would be safe if I settled my heart in the world of love I created, without entering or exiting. From now on, I no longer expect to touch the wonderful world of the Internet, and neither No one will be disturbed, and no one will be hurt. I sow and reap indifferently; whether it is intentional or not, it seems to have become a far-fetched idea. In my heart, it is like a station on a long and distant road. An end of life, a piece of pure land deep in the soul; this is not something artificial, just a heart of sincere desire. A person is a little lonely, but his heart is free, not trapped in the mortal world, and relatively noble and refined.

There is nothing wrong in the world, so why bother yourself? Let your mood go and gain a sense of tranquility, peace and freedom. The rain washes away the glitz of people's hearts, clears the chaos of the world, and calms people's moods.

Sometimes, it’s raining outside but it’s sunny inside; sometimes, it’s sunny outside but it’s raining inside. There are many things in the world that you can taste in contrast.

When the heart is clear, the rain is also sunny; when the heart is rainy, the sunshine is also rain. The sound of rain enters my dream, and my heart dances with the rain.

The rainy night and the night of thoughts are invisible and dark, covering you and me. Within a short distance, I can't see you, and you can't see me clearly.

The only thing that cannot be covered is the patter of rain, like silk and long threads. The rain falls on the treetops and is intercepted by the branches and leaves; it falls on the fields and is absorbed by the soil; it falls on the pool and is assimilated by the light waves.

Only when it falls into people's hearts will it sprout and grow into boundless thoughts.

In my thoughts on a rainy night, there is only you, just like you.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I walked through the alley as long as rain, walked slowly and gracefully, and walked into my longing eyes. God cooperated and sent lightning in time.

In an instant, the oil-paper umbrella is gently lifted, and your waterfall-like hair, bright eyes and red lips are your sketch, outlining the otherworldly purity and the soul-stirring "stunning"! With a slight press of the oil-paper umbrella, the scene freezes under the oil-paper umbrella - a lilac-like long skirt. At this moment, the incomprehensible and charming rain silk was woven into cloth, and the cloth like cicada wings blurred the eyes that should not be hazy.

Every time on a drizzling rainy night, I am always used to standing in the corner of the long alley and staring at the other end of the alley. Secretly looking forward to your appearance.

I hope to once again capture the details beyond the speechless bright eyes and red lips, even fragments as small as raindrops, and use them as material to fill in the large blanks on my drawing board. My expectations were not high! When I feel discouraged and exhausted, quietly, you come, just like the first time I saw you, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking in gracefully,... and passing by again.

My heart was beaten mercilessly by the rain. There was no blood, only tears, a river of tears. Like lilac, you have been here, and the oil-paper umbrella has been carried, but the opportunities are often missed.

What should be used to fill the blank space on the canvas? Rainy Night Thoughts Tonight. It was a rainy night.

But it is not the fine drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River that I love. It was a night of typhoon and heavy rain.

Go home from get off work at half past ten. It was only when I got downstairs that I saw this heavy rain that was just what I imagined.

Other people were queuing up, consciously or unconsciously, to wait for the rain to stop. Then get off work.

They did not dare to rush into the rain. But I dare.

And I did. Go into the rain.

I can feel the strange looks in other people's eyes. I don't care.

A strong wind blew from my side. I can't. 7. A 500-word composition sample for the first year of high school on the topic of integrity

I am in charge of my youth

A little laughter, a touch of sadness, and flying youth, sing the sixteenth anniversary with a song Years of burning years, my youth, I have the final say.

——Inscription: The ignorant years have quietly passed away, and innocence has been fixed in the past. Our youth is as gorgeous as neon lights, but we cannot escape the loneliness behind the prosperity. From understanding what is the sadness behind the smile From that moment on, we embarked on the unknown road called "youth".

There is no expected surprise, no crystal slipper that can turn Cinderella into a princess in fairy tales, and no stage that can receive countless flowers and applause. We are as ordinary as ever. All we have is a heart as passionate as fire. It’s not that I don’t want to live freely and freely, it’s not that I don’t want to be rebellious and laissez-faire, it’s not that I don’t want to pursue wildly at all costs, it’s just that at the moment when dreams and reality collide, I see the gap between them, and I understand that I have not yet achieved the path to freedom. Pass, so I chose reality. After all, I prefer the warmth of reality. And that gorgeous dream will never wither, and will always be treasured in our memories. It is a dream of free and easy youth.

We sing about our youth. In fact, youth is like a song, with ups and downs, sad or happy, hazy, but endless aftertaste. Each of us is interpreting this song very carefully and composing our own light youth.

In these scorching years of sixteen, we enjoy happiness, sorrow, joy, and loneliness alone. A little laughter, a little sadness, this is youth. Here, we leave the moments when we smile and record the moments when we cry. These are enough. There is no need to deliberately dress up. This is the most real us. We must hold youth in our own hands and create a life without regrets. youth. In this melody of youth, we are the protagonists. The rebellion and madness, the bitterness and tears, the emotions and dreams have all gone with the wind, leaving behind memories worth cherishing for a lifetime. We are all the creators of dreams. We enter youth with dreams, spend youth with emotion, and step out of youth with hope and move toward the future.

In the years of youth, we flaunt our personalities and express our thoughts; in the years of youth, we cry and laugh wantonly, with our own innocence; in the years of youth, we Left with eternal memories. Everyone has their own sixteenth year. Although the content is different, the meaning is the same: a time of innocence that can be sung and cried. We sing about youth, about life, about the imperfect but colorful years. 8. Please write an argumentative essay on integrity, thank you

"Since ancient times, no one has ever died, leaving a loyal heart to reflect on history." This is a poem that I have liked very much for a long time. His The spiritual meaning must be as clear to everyone as me - personal integrity constitutes the integrity of the nation, so it is the spiritual pillar for a nation to stand proudly in the world.

Integrity is a valuable spiritual power of human beings. Mr. Qi Baishi is a modern master of traditional Chinese painting in my country. When the Japanese invaders occupied Peking in 1937, he was already 70 years old. He angrily resigned from his position as professor at Peking Art College and thanked guests behind closed doors, saying that he would not join forces with the enemies and puppets.

The winter was cold, and the whole family would rather suffer the cold than receive charity from the enemy and puppets, and refused to buy paintings for the enemy and puppet personnel. In order to get rid of their entanglement, he successively posted notices on the door: "Old man Baishi has a heart attack and stops seeing guests." "Don't introduce people to others, otherwise the heart disease will return, and it will be difficult to repay." "Don't sell paintings to the bureaucracy." Just write "Shiraishi is dead".

Old man Baishi’s noble character and integrity have always been praised by future generations. It can be seen that integrity is the most perfect display of a person’s quality.

Integrity and unwavering might. In January 1941, Ye Ting, commander of the New Fourth Army, was arrested by the Kuomintang reactionaries during the "Southern Anhui Incident". The enemy used both soft and hard tactics in an attempt to subdue him. But Ye Ting was unswerving and persisted in the struggle, showing the noble qualities of a generation of revolutionaries. He also wrote the awe-inspiring "Prison Song" in prison: "The door is locked for people to come in and out, and the hole for dogs to crawl out is open. A voice screams - Climb out, I will give you freedom! I long for it. Freedom, but I know deeply - how can a human body crawl out of a dog hole? I hope that one day, the fire underground will burn me together with this living coffin. I should be remembered in the fire and blood! ! ”

It can be seen that Commander Ye’s integrity is so firm, and his actions have to be praised by future generations.

Friends, in this new era, only by having integrity can you act properly and sit still. Only with integrity can we face difficulties, charge into battle, be calm in the face of temptations, and be calm and magnanimous in the face of fame and fortune. Only with integrity can we face the reality of interpersonal relationships, be clear-eyed and sensible, and let the sun shine on our souls. 9. Write a 600-word essay on the topic of rain

The rain in my heart Today is a drizzly day. The rain in the sky wetted the bright glass windows and also wetted my eyes. Feeling.

Although I like rainy days, I can let my thoughts intertwine with the rain under the gray sky, but the rain today this month... My son especially likes the moment when it rains, because, It made him feel that the whole world would be washed clean by the rain; although his son was very ordinary, he longed for a small world of his own, even if it was gray. There is a small river in my son's heart that is always flowing. That is his confidence in making progress! That is the river that flows towards independent life! Although my son is strong, he never sheds tears in front of others, and he doesn’t want his rain to be seen by others.

However, just one hundred days after he was paralyzed in a car accident, his closest lover left him, and he cried so sadly... From then on, he began to know how to cherish Regarding his own life, he knew that a healthy body was the most important thing in a person's life, but he did not grasp and cherish it properly. My son was born on the 26th of the first lunar month in 1982, which happened to be the rain on the 24th solar term of the lunar calendar.

He said that he and rain are very destined. When every drop of rain falls from the sky and kisses the earth, it seems to be washing his soul, allowing him to face the reality quietly at that time. Own. Today is another rainy day, but my son has been living in pain for a long time. He sees the medium-sized raindrops through the window. As he faces every ditch and obstacle in his future life, he uses his most sincere heart to Survive with the greatest efforts, the greatest self-confidence, and the greatest hope, and savor the taste of his own life for a long time. The miracle of standing up again may belong to him... 10. Write an essay with the title "In the Rain", 600 words

Open your arms in the rain and ride a bicycle in a hugging posture. Safety risks can be put aside for the time being, because my heart has been quietly filled with the richness brought by the rain. The joyful raindrops beat on the joyful face, and the sad raindrops soothe the soft heartache. I am used to singing loudly in the rain when I am ecstatic, and I am used to feeling dejected in the rain when I am sad. Is rain the most profound gift from God that resonates with human emotions? Free but priceless. But look, those people who are walking in panic in the rain, those who are dodging in the rain, those who are hesitating and complaining under the dripping eaves - haven't they received this wonderful gift? Why should they dodge, why should they flee?

It is better to accept than to resist. It is natural for people to be generous.

If you can be grateful to God because you love the sun, don’t curse “this damn weather!” because you hate the rain getting your beautiful clothes wet.

In the rain, sometimes you can All you have to do is accept. Heavy rain has drowned the dreams of countless sailors. Whether you accept it or not, rain is always like that.

Perhaps, this furious rain is also a sincere gift from God to proud humans. The free rain forces humans to pay for their shallow pride.

It’s much more than that.

Along with the falling rain, there is also the poetry that God wants to let people know.

In the rain, people walk like children.

Turn the umbrella in your hand and click the rhythm of "papa" under your feet. The initial smoothness of life makes people so happy that they want to thank the rain.

The next step is the fall. It hurt so hard.

Wounds and tears. But Yu no longer felt friendly at this time. How? You can only pick up your wounds and move on.

The wound still hurts, but I want to thank you again.

This gratitude has made a completely different difference.

These are all given by rain and are the most abundant gifts given by nature. Everyone, please accept it quietly and savor it carefully, it is enough to spend a lifetime.

Known or unknown results, walking calmly or running away in panic. The rain keeps falling, as if God is silent and only smiles.

Life goes on, and so does the rain.

We are all in the rain...