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In daily life or work and study, we are not unfamiliar with the composition of the bar, the composition must be done to focus on the theme, around the same theme of in-depth elaboration, avoid East and West, the theme of lax or even no theme. The first thing you need to do is to write an essay and you will have no idea what to do. The following is my compilation of that rainy day essay, welcome to learn and reference, I hope to help you.
That rainy day essay 1Listen, the sound of the rustling rain outside reminds me of that rainy friendship.
Last week we went on a trip, I am a forgetfulness, no matter what, but not a eighty or ninety minutes, can not think of it, we began to change the car, in the change of the car accidentally went to the wrong car, I and Jiang Yitao, the umbrella on the shelves, not long after, we both know, the two of us went to the wrong car, the road rained a lot, I found that my umbrella disappeared, so, Jiang Yitao ** into an umbrella, the two of us know, we both went to the wrong car, the road rained a lot, I found my umbrella missing, so, Jiang Yitao ** into an umbrella, the two of us knew. ** into an umbrella, the two of us together on the first car, I sat in the back, he sat in front, I was very afraid of home in the back will be how?
This is the first time I've ever seen a car with an umbrella in it.
Chiang Yi-Tao saw me look very scared and asked me what happened.
Jiang Yitao saw me look very scared and asked me what was wrong, and I told him that I forgot my umbrella on the third car. I asked him what he was doing. He said he was going to get your umbrella for you. Jiang Yitao quickly ran to the No. 3 car I was in the No. 1 car, silently praying for him in my heart filled with self-blame myself, why I am a poor memory? I am really a sinner now I can only hope that the car did not drive away.
After ten minutes, as if every minute is tormenting my life he finally came back, he was wearing a rain droplet and I was embarrassed to say, sorry, I did not find your umbrella. I said it's okay: "It's my fault that I should say sorry". He said: "No matter, for friends should go to the fire".
That's right, you can go to the fire for friends, pay everything for people like that is a real friend is not it?
The rainy day essay 2
Rush. Outside the window, the wind and torrential rain, mercilessly wreaked havoc. Inside, I sat on the warm and cozy sofa and thought of that rainy day again.
It was the same day as today. The same downpour, the same howling wind, the dark sky pressing down on my mind, my family of three sitting on the couch. I was in second grade at the time. I asked my dad to buy puzzles on such a bad day because I wanted to use them for class tomorrow, but I hadn't bought any. Dad said nothing, grabbed his umbrella, opened the door, and left without looking back. But I was at peace with myself and felt nothing.
After a long time, my mom said to me, "You, how can you let dad buy you a small puzzle in such a heavy rain?" . If there is nothing, there is nothing. If there isn't, the teacher will tell you. But you know what? It's very dangerous to go out in such bad weather!" Listening to the worry revealed in my mother's tone, my young mind trembled and awoke with a jolt, adorned with two lines of clear, top-down tears. I began to blame myself, worry, and regret. It seemed that I had committed a great sin, and I could only redeem myself if my father returned safely.
I was looking forward to it, but time passed too slowly, as if God was deliberately punishing me for my ignorance. The gears of time turned slowly, but my worries and self-reproach were tangled and deepening. Father hadn't been back for a long time. As I was on the verge of an emotional breakdown, a squeaky sounding door slammed. It was Father. It was my father who came back. Standing in the doorway, soaked to the skin, he smiled and said to me, "It wasn't easy. All the stores in the neighborhood were closed. Ran around for a long time and finally bought it." . I won't be criticized by my teacher tomorrow." I flew into his arms and opened the floodgates of tears with a wow as my father just stood there.
Walking, walking, with the rain still falling and the wind still blowing, I woke up from my memories. Her face was covered with tears. That one rainy day, forever imprinted in my heart, because even more rain, can not wash away any father's love.
That rainy day essay 3Outside the window, pattering rain, I stared blankly at the poetic rain scene, my heart can not help but like a restless bird, flew to that rainy night ......
That night, the torrential rain was like a splash, like a pour. The roar of thunder and lightning made people's hearts jump. I, with a high fever, was so dizzy that my head was spinning. It seems to be that the unending rainstorm's sake, my stomach is difficult to turn over, as if 10,000 big moms in the stomach square dance, straight want to vomit. On the one hand, parents anxious frowned tightly, from time to time, but also helplessly looked out the window rain.
"Boom - rumble -" a thunder. My whole body shivered for a moment, and then turned to a small cry: "Mom ...... I ...... am afraid, the body ...... is so ...... so hard ...... "A look up, only to see my father's eyes covered with blood, the anxiety in his eyes I will never forget. My body is more and more difficult.
"We go to the hospital, Tianlan, hold on a little longer!" That firm tone echoed through the house. Dad grabbed the blanket and wrapped me tightly, pushed the door open and rushed into the storm with me in his arms, rushing to gently place me on the soft cushions in the car. In the light of my tears, I could only vaguely see the glistening raindrops on my dad's shirt. I wiped my eyes and clearly saw a crystal dewdrop flashing in my dad's black hair that was interspersed with a few silver strands ......
"Tianlan, feeling better?" Raspy words came from my ears, I gently opened my eyes and saw a tired face. It turns out that the time I just fell asleep, dad was with me! Right hand, tied with a needle, shining silver hook hanging two large bottles of saline, is dripping down drop by drop ......
The rain outside the window, finally small. Although I don't know when it fell, and when it stopped, but that rain, that tired face, that night, that thing, are y imprinted in the mind ......
After going to elementary school, the number of times I got sick is less and less, people are getting taller and taller, but the gray hairs on my father's head are getting more and more gray hairs and wrinkles are getting deeper and deeper, but that's not the case. The rain never changes ......
That rainy day essay 4When it comes to moving, the first thing that comes to my mind is the figure of my mom.
I clearly remember, it was a windy day, I was writing homework. "La la la la ......" I hummed a song and wrote leisurely. Yikes, really careless, write the wrong word. I opened my stationery box to get the correction tape, but didn't find it. Then I searched through my school bag, but there was no trace of the tape at all. Strange, where could it have gone? If there is no correction tape, how can I correct the misspelled words? I thought, anxiously running to the door to look for my mom. Bean drops of rain were already beating down. Mom listened to me panting and said without thinking, "Well, then, I'll go and buy one for you." "But the rain will come down later and you'll get wet, why don't I hold the umbrella for you at the back!" I was a little worried. "No need, I'll go alone." After that, my mom left. 5 minutes, 10 minutes, the rain got heavier and heavier, I sat by the window and waited for my mom. 20 minutes passed, my mom finally came back, oh no, it was a "soup chicken", her whole body was soaked through. She was soaked to the skin. At that moment, my heart sank and I handed my mom a towel. Mom smiled and said, "Here you go, correction tape." Tears slowly blurred my vision. I was so touched that my mom would rather be rained on herself than help me get the correction tape.
Mom, thank you for loving me so much, thank you for being able to ignore yourself for me.
This incident is y burned in my heart, I can never forget.
That rainy day essay 5The weather in summer is always changing in many ways, a moment of sunshine and a moment of rain, this is not a sudden downpour, the pedestrians on the road were caught off guard.
The heavy rain came so suddenly that a grandmother was anxious to give her granddaughter, who had no umbrella at school, an umbrella. So hurry to take an umbrella to the school to rush, just may be too anxious, plus the road rain some slippery, the grandmother leaf fell. Granny's crutches and umbrella were scattered on the side, she wanted to try to stand up, but tried several times but could not get up. The pedestrians who came and went next to her didn't seem to see the scene, and walked straight past.
Suddenly there was a little girl, who saw the grandmother fall down, rushed over to help her, and wiped the water off her body. "Really thank you so much, little girl." The old grandmother said gratefully. After saying that, the old granny decided to walk away, just as soon as she lifted her leg, she felt a huge pain and screamed out. The little girl saw this and quickly asked, "Are you hurt, old granny? Let me give you a ride." The grandmother refused, "No need! No need! I still have to give my granddaughter an umbrella." The little girl hurriedly said, "Then it's better for me to take you there, you are like this, listen to me." "Then thank you so much, you're such a good girl." The old granny said gratefully. The little girl smiled and helped the grandmother to walk away little by little.
That rainy day is really a warm rainy day.
That rainy day essay 6Today, the clouds were thick, thunder and lightning, and the people on the road were in a hurry. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that! The "cold-faced killer" is definitely our "enemy" today.
Today, just after the exam, my math teacher said to us: "Today's exam paper, the afternoon will have parents to collect. My mind was stabbed like a knife."
School was over, I was fidgety after I got home, my hands were full of cold sweat, and I immediately took out a book from the shelf to appease my little wounded heart. However, my heart was beating straight, I thought forget it! I'll go watch some TV first! I sat down on the sofa, holding the remote control board tightly in my hand, watching this program and that program. I couldn't decide which one to watch.
After I turned off the TV, I went to the study to do my homework. I fidgeted and left a cold sweat on my face. My heart was pounding.
At this time, the door sounded open, my heart "pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff ......" jumped up. But after a long time, no one came in. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that! It turned out to be a false alarm! I couldn't help but turn my head to look. I found that my mom was already behind me. Mom's wet hair and eyes showed a few hints of sadness.
Mom wanted to give me a slap, hands are up, sighed and put down, he said, "Xiao Han, this test is too bad, next time work on yourself."
Mom's eyes showed a few threads of pity, a few threads of sadness, a few threads of guilt. Mom turned around and was about to go to the living room on, I said to my mom, "Mom, next time I will definitely give you a good score." Mom turned her head and smiled at me and went to the living room.
In the latter part of the period, I studied hard and finally became the captain of the school brigade. Every day, I realized that she was happy, and I was happy too.
After this incident, I knew I had to study hard. I also knew from my mom's gaze that it cared.
That Rainy Day Essay 7The sunlight in March was extraordinarily warm, but not nearly as warm as the warmth of my soul that time.
That time, I saw the sunny outside, is a good weather to go out to play, so secretly put on the shoes and ran out to play. But I just walked to the Phoenix neighborhood, God is very not give me face, downpour, "clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter", a moment of torrential downpour, I have not reacted to the drenching of a drenched chicken. I rushed to find a place to avoid the rain, I ran to a roof to hide from the rain, only to realize that the whole body has been soaked.
"Ah-choo!" I sneezed and seemed to catch a cold, the rain slapped my face and made me feel very cold, I curled up into a ball and hid in a corner shivering, and kept complaining, "Hey! If I had known, I would not have run out to play, this is not, play did not play, but also stalled a cold, really woe is not alone ah, this can be done ah!"
Just as I was complaining, a yellow-clothed aunty holding a large lattice umbrella walked past me and found me, she hastily squatted down and kindly asked, "Little friend, what's wrong with you?" "I ...... I came out to play, ah choo!" "Not good! Already have a cold." Auntie said anxiously, "Little friend, this umbrella for you." "But what about you?" "It's okay, my home is there, very close, you go home quickly, don't have a fever!" Auntie touched my head and handed me the umbrella, and kept urging me to go back early. I took the umbrella, stood up, said thank you to auntie, and held the umbrella ready to go. Auntie saw that I was leaving, then rushed headlong into the rain, running fast, eek, the aunt was running in the opposite direction she pointed. At this moment, I y felt the true love of the world, a warm current in my heart slowly flow, tears and rain interlaced in my face unrestrained flow.
So far, I can never forget that rainy day with that aunt.
That rainy day essay 8
Each of us will experience something touching and unforgettable in our study or life, and I am no exception, there was once such an incident, which still remains fresh in my mind.
It was a rainy day, and the rain was like broken beads. I forgot to bring an umbrella, and I could only stand in front of the school and hope that the rain would end soon.
But after a long time, the rain did not stop. I'm not sure what to do about it. When I was worried, a clear and familiar voice came from my ears, "Let's go together!" I turned my head, it was the same table, she held an umbrella and looked at me with a smile. The scene that happened yesterday seemed to appear in front of my eyes again: we had a fight because of an eraser. I yelled at her and scolded her to tears. Today, she is not counting the previous suspicion ...... I am ashamed. When she hesitated, she had already tilted her umbrella toward me. Before I came back to my senses, she pulled me together into the world of rain.
The rain got heavier and heavier, and a small umbrella isolated me from the rain. Turning my face, I was about to say thank you, but I was stunned by the scene in front of me, half of the table's body was wet with rain. I hurriedly pushed the umbrella towards my tablemate's side, but it didn't go far before it came back to my side. "It's okay, I'm already soaked, I can't let you get wet too." The same table pushed the umbrella while laughing.
Today's rain seems to be on purpose, the more it falls, the more energetic. The umbrella a moment to my side, a moment and then to the table side, a small umbrella has become a bright scenery in the rain.
That rainy day essay 9Today walking on the way to my friend's house, passing over the footbridge, yes, the kapok is in bloom again, I y recalled ......
It was a rainy day, my friend and I were planning to go home, the two of us held the umbrella, the top of the wind, and walked forward step by step. Suddenly saw that kapok, my friend said to me, "Look look look, so many many kapok, now it is raining, the rain will knock down the kapok, the rain is so heavy, surely no one to pick it up, why don't we go." When I heard, I quickly nodded: "Yes, yes, yes, go go go." The two of us look at each other with a smile, holding an umbrella on the run, sure enough, as we thought, really a lot of kapok, no one to pick up, the two of us, one by one, to pick up the fun, laughter, the kapok seems to be laughing, laughing so happy. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't think it's a good idea for me to be a part of it, but I think it's a good idea to be a part of it.
Slowly, the two of us found a problem: kapok is too much, how do we take home? We think left and right, I looked at the body of the school uniform jacket, an idea: "I think of the way up, we take off the school uniform jacket, wrapped in kapok, not on it?" When my friend heard this, he decided it made sense, so we both took off our school uniform jackets and put the kapok in. Perhaps too many kapok, perhaps too excited, or perhaps the love of kapok, we ran, jumping, kapok to catch a lot, but all the clothes on the body is wet, wet. But we still had fun picking up the kapok. Because the rain is too heavy, we decided to go to the footbridge under the rain, looking at a pile of a pile of brightly colored kapok, happy more on the eyebrow night, happy very much.
Now with friends again, has been a graduation, we walked through the kapok tree, and walked under the footbridge, full of memories, or that rainy day, or that kapok, or under the footbridge, everything but memories.
That rainy day essay 10
My father is very strict, but he is sometimes very painful to me, for example, that ......
That afternoon when school was over, the sky was cloudy, and from time to time there was thunder in the distance, oops, it's going to rain hard! I didn't bring an umbrella, besides, I still have to be on duty, there shouldn't be anyone to pick me up. I took a broom and went to sweep the stairs. Sure enough, not long after the window came a "clatter clatter clatter" sound, downpour.
After sweeping the floor, I was tired and hungry, dragging my heavy steps out of the school. Look at the classmates one by one by mom and dad to pick up, I heart so envious. Walking home on the small stone road, I thought to myself: if my father came to pick me up how good it would be!
"Mimi, is it you?" Suddenly, I heard someone calling me, I wiped the rain on my face, and vaguely saw a man not far away was holding an umbrella and raincoat, the other hand holding up the umbrella. Was it Dad? As I got closer, I could see that it really was Dad! "Mimi, it's really you! Quickly put on the raincoat. Look at you getting wet, your hair is soaked." He handed me the raincoat, "You, stay in the classroom and wait a little longer, it's raining so hard and you don't have an umbrella, there's no one to pick you up! How can you go to school tomorrow if you get sick?"
I saw that he only had a small umbrella, and did not wear a raincoat, so I pushed the big umbrella to him, said: "Dad, I have a raincoat, you play this big umbrella!" Dad was shocked and pushed the big umbrella back to me, "It's okay, dad is not afraid of getting wet, don't catch a cold." In the end, I still put the big umbrella hard to the dad, own a small umbrella walking.
Back home, my father immediately let me change into clean clothes, and wrapped me in a quilt. Then he took my temperature and boiled ginger soup for me. And he himself had a big sneeze.
I will never forget this incident.
That Rainy Day Essay 11Listen, the rain falls on the roof, dripping like percussion. The rain goes to the water pond, ding ding ding. The surface of the water splashed a splash, and it seemed like the water flower girl was dancing. Suddenly a bolt of lightning from the dark clouds quickly exploded in the air, like a military flash, and in a flash the world illuminated so that we could not open our eyes.
After receiving the examination papers, I arrived at home I sat on the sofa absent-mindedly waiting for my mother to come home, my mother came back to how I should mother to explain ah? I'm going to be beaten again.
Mom arrived home, just concerned about pulling me asked: "It's raining, you have no cold ah?" Said then touched my head, took a dress for me to wear, looking at mom, that gaze is like the warm winter sun surrounded me, that gaze is like a stream slowly flowing that gaze, a pot of charcoal fire like warmth of me. I think she probably does not know my grades.
When she walked to the table. Glanced at the table of the test paper piercing scores, I thought: bad, bad, this moment and have to be scolded, hey, forget it, who let me forget to review last night, wait a while to admit my mistakes with my mother. "Jiaqi, tell mommy why you scored so low? Mom won't scold you." Only to see, mom picked up the test paper and asked towards me. "Mom, I'm sorry, it's all my fault that I didn't study last night, whoops!" I said sadly. Mom didn't say anything and hugged me tightly, at that moment, my mom's arms were unusually warm.
After the rain, I pushed open the window, a breeze came to my face, I feel the air is incredibly fresh, the tender green treetops glittering with golden light, the sky frame a beautiful . Rainbow Bridge. Birds flying happily from the window, the robin in the trees also sang a song, look at the pond over there pink lotus flowers compete for color, frogs in the round lotus leaves, held a concert, converging into a vibrant picture!
That Rainy Day Essay 12Looking back, there is an incident that has always been in my mind, making me unforgettable. I remember that it happened on a summer night ......
That day I finished my violin lesson as usual and was going to buy something to go home. It was already half past six and the sky was already dim. I walked toward the snack bar, suddenly, the summer that said to come without saying hello rainstorm fell, I quickly ducked into the store, "fortunately brought an umbrella," I sighed, "otherwise, it would have become a soup chicken!"
I carefully stepped out of the store, and it was already raining hard. I looked at my watch, huh? It was 6:50, and I picked up my pace to continue walking towards the bus stop. When I passed an alley, I saw a little girl squatting there, the rain soaked her. I was very distressed and went to see her. But I thought, it's already so late, what do you care about her, go home!
When I turned around, I heard a gentle voice suddenly ringing, "Little sister, what's wrong with you? How not to go home, or, I send you!" Originally, it is a girl of similar age with me, I "pounced" on the face of the red, bowed his head and got on the car to go home.
Back home, thinking about the scene just now, my heart has not been able to calm: the same people, the same age, why she is so kind, I do not care about her? I have said countless times in my own mind "I'm sorry, I'm wrong!" But my heart has refused to forgive myself, I decided, change!
Until today, I have been immersed in regret, that rainy day, although very cold, but my heart is warm. Yes, we are surrounded by many seemingly ordinary but extraordinary people, as long as we each offer a civilized sapling, that "desert" will always become a "forest".
That rainy day essay 13
"Ta-da" rain on the ground, splashing bursts of water, I tripped the water up out of the school gate.
My father stood in the rain holding the car, saw me out of the school gate, patted the water on the seat, and took out a dry towel and wiped it once or twice. I handed him my lunchbox bag and stepped into the car. "Why aren't you wearing a raincoat?" He started the motorized car, then asked. "Didn't watch the weather report." I straightened my shirt and put on my hat. "Did the grades come out?" "It's out, didn't do well," I perceived my father's body shaking a little, and the raindrops on his clothes were flung to the ground without making a sound. "Ai" a low and feeble sigh constantly pierced my eardrums, tortured my heart, the body began to become heavy. I lifted my head the rain hitting my face hurt. The rain trickled down my cheeks and poured into the collar of my shirt, and a chill spread throughout my body.
To the fork in the road at home, my father let me out of the car, patted the rain on my body, and handed me the raincoat: "You put it on and go home by yourself, and I'll go pick up your brother." The voice seemed to be colder than the rain, rushing against my heart.
As I walked down the road, the rain seeped into my shoes, and the sound of "bark bark bark" was distracting. The rust on the gate of the neighborhood looked like an ugly face, and the wind whipped through the bushes sharply, making a rustling sound, as if laughing at my incompetence.
Home, I took off my coat, into their own room, look, the room is so small, and dark, things are arranged in a messy way, a depressing sense of overwhelming. "The door opened and my father returned with my brother. "Footsteps came to my door and my father pushed his way in, his hair in strands, still dripping, his clothes plastered to his body, the rain dripping down his shirt onto the floor. He put a cup of soaked Banlangen on my desk and turned to go out, leaving only a sentence, "Drink it and study hard."
Rain, still falling, a trace of warmth in the cold room, floating in my heart, floating.
That rainy day essay 14"Move the umbrella back a bit, I don't need an umbrella, I have a hat, you don't catch cold later." My father drove me down the street in his battery-operated car to hand in my homework.
It was raining more and more, and my father's clothes were wet.
After handing in my homework, my father took me to an inconspicuous bookstore.
I was very reluctant because I was not familiar with this bookstore, and even though my brother thought it was cheap, I still thought "cheap is not good". Not long ago, my brother bought cheap correction tape from this store, but when he came back, it was broken.
I told my father about this, and I thought he would take me to another bookstore to buy something, but he said: "It's raining too much, so don't talk about it so much. If it's really bad, you can go to another bookstore to buy it next time." At this moment, my heart was broken. I entered the store with a thousand reluctance.
While I was picking and choosing, a man also came to the store, and it turned out that he came to borrow an umbrella, after all, it was raining too much outside. The shopkeeper quickly found an umbrella. The man took the umbrella, said "thank you", and went into the rain.
I had finally finished my shopping. My father asked the store owner, "Can I pay with WeChat?"
"Yes." He pointed his finger at a QR code, "Here." He was patiently "serving" an old grandpa. When he saw that I was done, he rushed over and wrapped our purchases in a bag, "Hold on to it, don't get caught in the rain."
We are going to continue to walk in the rain. Suddenly, my father asked, "Can you give me two more bags?"
"For what purpose?" I was as puzzled as the shopkeeper.
"For her to tie around her feet." My father replied, pointing to me.
Without saying a word, the shopkeeper took out two bags and gave them to me. Before I could bend down, my father slipped the handy bags over my shoes and knotted them as he squatted down.
In an instant, it was as if a warm current flowed into my body, making my whole body shudder.
Along the way, the cold wind, cold rain, my heart is unusually warm.
That rainy day essay 15That day, it had been raining a drizzling, gray rain. My father and I went to take the public **** car.
We didn't bring umbrellas because it wasn't pouring rain. While waiting for the bus at the station, we both talked and laughed. But the weather was not favorable, and in a short while the lightning flashed and the wind picked up, scraping my face like a knife. "Rumble!" Another deafening thunder, I was so scared that I covered my ears. The rain got heavier and heavier, I got a big wet patch on my chest and my shoes got water in them. Dad looked at me and said anxiously, "Why isn't the bus coming? Let's take a cab!" Well, that's fine, but the bus is on the other side of the street, and by the time we get there, I'm afraid we'll already be in the water! I thought. Dad seemed to be worried about the same thing. After a while, he took off his jacket, handed it to me, and said, "Xiao Yuan, put it over your head when you cross the street later!" "Aren't you cold then?" I asked Dad. "It's okay, I'm not cold!" Dad finished and smiled at me. But I clearly saw his teeth chattering.
I looked at the lightning and thundering sky and looked away. Dad rushed out first, and I rushed towards the cab regardless. I could hear the raindrops hitting my clothes so loudly. I looked up at my dad, he let the raindrops hit him, the wind blowing in his face, and did not ask me back to the clothes, and eventually my dad turned into a "soup chicken".
When I got into the car, my father sneezed loudly, and his head and body were wet, as if he had just taken a bath. When I saw this scene, I couldn't help but cry.