Cloudy composition 400 words

Cloudy composition 400 words 1 sunshine is always after the storm. -inscription

Looking at the sky, occasionally there are a few dark clouds, as if it is going to rain, but it hasn't rained for a long time. It's cloudy and stuffy, and I've been feeling uncomfortable. On a cloudy day, the outside seems to be surrounded by hazy fog. It's a blur. You can't see the tower clearly. Look at the grass, the branches are swaying in the cold wind, and the leaves are brighter and greener in the swing.

A few birds were chirping, but after a while, the birds disappeared, and the birds disappeared, only the sound of them flapping their wings and flying to the tree was heard. "Didi Didi Didi", looking at the cars on the road, the original sound of "Didi Didi" is clear and clear. On a cloudy day, it's sulking. When the car passes by, the wind will blow. This cloudy day is just like my mood. It's past eight, and our desk lamp is still on. I do my homework under the desk lamp, thinking about this exam silently in my heart.

I failed in the exam again, but what can I do? Alas, I didn't expect my mother's prediction to succeed again, and it was still worse! How unfortunate I am! It seems that all the misfortunes have come to me. I want to say that I have tried my best. What a tragedy! What a tragedy! Cloudy day! Cloudy day! Really suits my mood! No confidence, such a poor score! Slowly, the sky lit up, and the distant roads and towers became clear. I seem to think the sun is coming out. Sunshine always comes after a storm. I believe my sunshine will come out soon! After experience, you can become better. I hope the cloudy day has gone away from me, leaving only a beam of sunshine, smiling at me, and my confidence seems to have returned.

It was a dreary cloudy day, like a gloomy child. The gray face of the sky just gradually sank and changed into a thick gray black.

It's dark, and the dark clouds seem to be coming down. Grandma Sun also hid in fear, and the white clouds that had just played were covered by dark clouds. I held up my umbrella, fearing that the coming downpour would spill on me.

Sure enough, it rained cats and dogs, and I hurried to school. Wait, what's that? An old woman walked forward step by step with a cane in her hand. There was only a towel on her head, and rain beads the size of peas hit her. The old woman looked helplessly at the pedestrians, but no one reached out to help her. Grandma's face is full of disappointment and helplessness. I want to help grandma, but time doesn't allow me to do so. What should I do? What should I do? Help or not. Helping is being late, and not helping is not knowing your conscience. I struggled to think, and I had a moment: help the old woman quickly, or I will be late if I am late. But I immediately denied the idea. "Grandma should be someone who can help." I lied to myself. Watching grandma's back slowly become blurred under the heavy rain until it disappears. It's that grandma's back is so helpless and so short, and I … whenever I think about it, I always feel ashamed and guilty. I wish I could help grandma with her umbrella at that time.

There is always a sunny day on a cloudy day, and the sunshine is always after the storm. But this "cloudy day" in my heart cannot be banished, and there is no sunny day. Maybe if I bring an umbrella and help, this "cloudy day" will bloom the most beautiful rainbow after the rain.

This afternoon, my mother came home from work and said to me as soon as she entered the room, "Can't you go shopping?" I quickly said, "Yes, of course!" So, my mother put away her bag and took me out.

It was still cloudy when we went out, but it didn't rain. I think this kind of life is very good. It's not uncomfortable to get sunburned like a sunny day, and it's not troublesome to open an umbrella like a rainy day. I am still secretly glad that it is cloudy today. It's good to be away from home!

However, when I walked to the door of Dongxing Building, I suddenly found that someone had poured a large basin of water from it, which made me soaked through. I don't know who is so wicked, pouring water into the street from the window. I looked up. However, there is not even a window on it. It must not have been done by people. Then who could have done it? Ah, so this is a ghost made by God. It's raining. It's really impossible to prevent. I feel that this god is really good at playing tricks on people, sometimes cloudy and sometimes rainy, which makes people unable to adapt. I saw the rain getting heavier and heavier. My mother and I immediately ran to the nearest telephone booth to hide from the rain.

Standing in the telephone booth, I saw people in the street running in a hurry, and many people also found a place to shelter from the rain like us. The rain gradually became as big as soybeans, hitting the glass of the telephone booth with a bang. It hit the roof and splashed on the ground. After reading it for a while, I felt a little bored, so I turned the book over.

After watching for more than ten minutes, the rain outside disappeared and the voice of people walking rang. So I looked up out of the window. I saw that the rain had stopped and people were on their way. The sun seems to be rising from the sky. I wonder whether it is rainy or cloudy this day.

Is it late autumn or early winter? The sky outside the window was cloudy and raining, but the rain that I wanted to hide for two days didn't come down. I don't like such days, just like endless emotional entanglements, like weeds, which make people restless for a long time. Even the weather, I like a completely different kind, either sunny or rainy. What is this gloom?

I feel cold air getting into my legs, and the coming of winter reminds me that the year is over. Every year, at the end of a play or when a new play comes, I always write some words to summarize and plan. It has become a habit for many years, but what has not become a habit is execution. Therefore, there are always some regrets in my words every year, but I don't forget to encourage myself to be full of confidence in next year.

Maybe it's self-deception, maybe it's not. In the season of snow and spring, I seem to have failed to live up to the arrival of spring and have no vision for the future. Just like a sick day, I always feel happy when I see green, because it represents the meaning of life after all. Self-deception is also good, at least it shows that you are not decadent, not desperate, and have a good yearning for life.

Accustomed to silence, I only look at all sentient beings with wide eyes. I am accustomed to living my life between dreams and reality. I don't know whether it is wonderful or not, but it is as light as water and flows day after day.

The sky outside the window is still gloomy, and the uncomfortable feeling still lingers, but imagine that this is a sign before the heavy snow comes. Maybe winter has really come, accompanied by snowflakes all over the sky, bringing new feelings.

It rained a little last night, not too much, just intermittently. The bed was close to the window, so I listened to the rain all night, and then I went to sleep, but it rained in my dream. I am a smelly and sentimental person, naturally everything is happy, and I feel sorry for myself &; rdquo。

At three or four o'clock, I felt cold and pulled the quilt. It is still raining. The sound of hitting the ground feels like its heartbeat.

It's already dawn. You can still smell the rain in the air, which is cool and humid. The rain has been lurking underground.

The sky is clean and bright. The sun is hiding.

Mom said I was born on a cloudy day. I have an indescribable feeling about cloudy days. I feel bored and want to cry on cloudy days. Is this weather that affects people's mood? When it's cloudy, I want to do a lot of things and take the time to do a lot of things.

Look carefully, there are layers of clouds in the air, some gray and some white. However, is innocence blue?

On cloudy days, I feel depressed. This gloomy weather makes me feel the smell of death. This reminds me of dark swamps, damp caves, fungi growing on rotten bark and a mass of miasma. Died in summer. Zhang Ailing said that life is a gorgeous robe full of lice. This sentence once shocked me. Now it seems very suitable for this kind of weather.

Summer is dead, and it can be regenerated next year. Summer death, autumn birth, life and death cycle. Time is like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes, and his face is covered with wrinkles. Reflecting on history, writing is helpless. Is he tired, too? Keep running like this and never look back.

On cloudy days, I will stop and think.

It's getting late, and the gray and cold smell lingers among lonely leaves and weeds. With a hint of evil wind blowing again and again! At this time, passers-by have gone home. Who can see them crying? Suddenly there was a farewell song in the distance. Who are you with now? Thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, too many tears are left, lingering thoughts come to mind, 1 October1day the temperature begins to drop. A person who endures the cold "enjoys different temperature differences" and sleeps silently in bed; Suddenly woke up, I thought I could see the sun today! Pick up the phone. "It's only 02: 30 in the morning! With wet tears in my eyes, I can't feel anything in my dream. " It seems that I should update my unfinished diary!

Mood is the best pen and ink for people: morning silence! But I heard the wind mother-in-law stroking through the desolate streets and lanes: only trees brushed! The tree shook its trunk with all its strength, indicating that people should have feelings. Only when the drizzle falls on the leaves do they know that they are crying.

Early morning; The weather is still gloomy! Birds in the treetops are still foraging so early! A pear tree was planted by the lake; Full of flowers! Is this pear flower? The reflection of the lake next to it is also the shadow of petals. "It suddenly began to rain in Mao Mao in the sky; It's a little deserted! Pears are cool in the rain; Where are you! Walking alone, "all dreams are empty, passing clouds can't be understood, and the subconscious is still there. Maybe one day I can hear your voice in my ear", so I won't rely on familiar dreams.

For seven days, it was gray and gloomy, and dark clouds covered the blue sky. Even Grandfather Sun hid, the wind was blowing, and everything was so gloomy.

I walk on my way to school with my schoolbag on my back, but my heart keeps beating and I always feel that something bad is going to happen. Walking into the classroom and looking at the clock, ah, that was close! I was almost late. But my heart kept beating, and I thought: What makes me so nervous?

Ding, the class has started. The math teacher held a pile of papers that had been tested the day before yesterday and put them on the platform. His face is gloomy. I thought, should I distribute the documents? Sure enough, the teacher said: the team leader came up to hand out the papers. The group leaders stepped forward, took the papers and handed them out. The students who got the test paper were surprised, happy and distressed.

Finally sent it to me. I looked at it carefully. Oh, no, how did you do so badly in the exam? I shouted in my mind. I rubbed my eyes again, but the fact is the fact. The teacher said seriously: Everyone did badly in this exam. Especially Fu Lulu, I heard my name pop out of the teacher's mouth slowly.

When I got home, my mother asked: Have the examination papers been issued? I had to bite the bullet and hand over the test paper to my mother. My mother flew into a rage when she saw it. She patted the test paper on the coffee table and said loudly, really, you have learned so much. Where have you been? When dad smokes and reads the newspaper. Wait for my mother to scold me slowly, and then my father said, don't get such a score next time.

I really hate this weather!

It's getting late, and the gray and cold smell lingers among lonely leaves and weeds. With a hint of evil wind blowing again and again! At this time, passers-by have gone home. Who can see them crying? Suddenly there was a farewell song in the distance. Who are you with now? Thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, too many tears are left, lingering thoughts come to mind, 1 October1day the temperature begins to drop. A person who endures the cold "enjoys different temperature differences" and sleeps silently in bed; Suddenly woke up, I thought I could see the sun today!

Pick up the phone. "It's only 02: 30 in the morning! With wet tears in my eyes, I can't feel anything in my dream. " It seems that I should update my unfinished diary! Mood is the best pen and ink for people: morning silence! But I heard the wind mother-in-law stroking through the desolate streets and lanes: only trees brushed! The tree shook its trunk with all its strength, indicating that people should have feelings. Only when the drizzle falls on the leaves do they know that they are crying. Early morning; The weather is still gloomy! Birds in the treetops are still foraging so early! A pear tree was planted by the lake; Full of flowers! Is this pear flower? The reflection of the lake next to it is also the shadow of petals. "It suddenly began to rain in Mao Mao in the sky; It's a little deserted! Pears are cool in the rain; Where are you! Walking alone, "all dreams are empty, passing clouds can't be understood, and the subconscious is still there. Maybe one day I can hear your voice in my ear", so I won't rely on familiar dreams.

It rains on cloudy days, and the originally small road is even thinner on rainy days. My mother and I stumbled on the edge, afraid of running into passing cars.

"bang." A battery car crashed into a car and made a loud noise. Mom saw the whole process clearly: Uncle Battery Car was riding carefully beside him, pushing rather than riding, and pedestrians kept coming and going. The uncle looked around and found that he was very cautious. A car suddenly jumped out of the alley in the community. Maybe it was too fast, so it hit the battery car.

The car stopped. Mom said it was a good car-BMW. Uncle's car was knocked down and people were sitting on the ground. Because of the slow speed, it should look fine. I saw my uncle driving a BMW get off. He went straight to the front of the car and looked at his car glance left and right, ignoring his uncle sitting on the ground. When the car looks good, he still looks domineering: "Be careful when riding in the future. You're lucky this time. If you scratch my car, you can't afford it! " Then he walked back to the car, leaving his uncle sitting on the ground, angry and helpless!

Don't you have to wait until the head of someone hit by a BMW is broken before you have any scruples? When you get out of the car and check your car, whether you are hit or not, your humanity has disappeared. I think your heart is cloudy and there will never be sunshine in your heart!

Uncle, it's cloudy today. You can only admit that you are unlucky, diary. Next time you see someone driving this car, stay away!