Carrying a schoolbag, we set out at night, accompanied by raindrops, no longer lonely. I think our life is too sad. I hope our life is infinitely wonderful.
The street looks long and empty in the rain, like a neglected child, enjoying the lonely emptiness alone. It's quiet at night, only the sound of rain hitting the ground can be heard.
The sky is crying, should I cry too?
I just want to go with the flow and run away. I have no goal, no direction. I just wander with my insignificant feelings and wander far away.
It's good to feel without an umbrella. Let the rain drop on your warm face and look for the desert in the damp!
Rain, just raining, raining, I don't know whether it is tears of excitement or tears of sadness, maybe! I am the only one who can feel it and feel the feeling of being with you.
Clothes, schoolbags and shoes are all wet, but I still go. I want to escape, escape from reality and run to another world. I want to know whether it exists and whether it will accept me. I don't understand, I don't understand, no!
I want to indulge myself, fight and rush, but I have no capital, no, such a fight is doomed to failure, and it is unknown whether you can stand up again after failure.
Looking at the raindrops, I think that if you don't pay much, you will get less. But in the face of others' efforts, you must create gains for others, you must!
I wonder if it will be sunny after the rain. I don't want sunshine, I don't want it, because I hate sunshine, and the dazzling light makes me upset.
The sunshine is always after the rain, and there is a clear sky on the dark clouds, maybe! This is just nature, I have no right to change it, I have the right! Isn't it?
The street lamp shone on the raindrops, but only for a moment, and then fell to the ground. The color pool on the road is beautiful, beautiful!
Passers-by have to go back, and no one has time to appreciate this gift from nature-tears from the sky.
Carrying a water bag, wandering in the wilderness, helpless!
It is the reality that has changed us, and it is the dream that still supports us to go on. Facing the helpless reality, we have an iceberg in our hearts, which is cold and keeps people away.
Looking back at Leng Yue before the rain, it is tempting, but out of reach.
Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out!
Every corner of the city is so desolate and trembling. Several vans wander like ghosts, and the lights illuminate the hypocrisy in the dark!
Is it romantic to go shopping alone?
A person's romance is the real romance!
I don't want the rain to stop, because it has stopped, and I want to return to reality, the less real world, which makes me sick.
Slow down and feel the sadness of the rain:
Open your heart and combine joy with laughter.
Rain, rain, I don't know when it will stop.
I remember writing a poem about rainy days. My friend said it was a little sad, maybe! I don't think so, because I can never record happy things with a pen. I wonder if this kind of writing is a failure?
A person feels lonely, a person releases your thoughts, a person!
In short, a person's feelings are also very good. He enjoys happiness and suffers pain, doesn't he? It's just that a person's road is not easy, but it makes us learn to be strong.
Grass likes rain, which gives it water and energy to survive.
The desert hates rain because it wets its body and makes it uncomfortable. In fact, this is no different from people. Some people hate rain and say it is too sad, while others like it and say it brings people memories.
I like rain because I find myself in it, but I seem to have lost my way.
Go again, don't want to go home, don't want to return to reality, ridiculous! In fact, I have been living in reality, but my brain doesn't want to admit it.
Happiness and sadness come to mind, tears can't help but flow down, and my face is wet, but I can't tell whether it is rain or tears!
Looking up at the night sky, it is dark, far away, deep and big, and I can't find the edge.
The rain is getting smaller and smaller, and it's hard, hard!
We look for ourselves in the rain, and we pursue our dreams after the rain. May our dreams appear in the sky like rainbows after rain!
Walking in the rain, we are no longer lonely, sad and helpless, because we still have dreams, because we have to walk tomorrow, I believe our life will be more exciting, I believe!
2. Send an umbrella in the rain and write 700 words together (language, action, psychological description).
When I was turning pages, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly. I bent down to pick it up, stunned. My deskmate gave it to me when I graduated. It says "Take care of my friends" on the back. I don't remember if I wanted to cry at that time, but now the yellow leaves have already shed tears.
Looking at this yellow ginkgo leaf, my deskmate's bright smile and generous words came to mind, and I remembered our profound friendship and the days we had walked together.
On the eve of junior high school graduation, he reluctantly sang a familiar song: "How to face the days we walked together, and now I'm going alone ..." Brave, he left tears of parting. He slowly took a leaf out of his pocket and handed it to me. After a moment of silence, he said to me, "All good things must come to an end. After getting along, there will be parting. The days we passed together are like sunset, to see the sun, for all his glory." The days we walked together may be our beautiful memories, and the green ginkgo leaves may be our eternal commemoration ... "He didn't say any more, but told me to cherish the countless friendships so that we could cherish each other. I sang with tears in my eyes:
"Friends have been together all their lives, and those days are gone. In short, a friend is never alone when he loves a glass of wine all his life ... "
In this way, time is gone forever, and my friend will never see it again. Perhaps, now, he is quietly recalling the days we walked together.
Fate brought us together. Maybe God arranged for me to be so lucky that I made a sincere friend. Indeed, I met him by accident. It was a rainy morning and we sheltered from the rain under the same roof. It is only for this reason that we have become good friends. From then on, we played together, studied together and discussed social problems together.
I still remember the days we walked together, with a little sour in sweetness, a little sad in joy, and a little unsatisfactory in joy. However, we help each other and go hand in hand, so that the days we have passed are always full of laughter and happiness.
"The most precious thing in the world is sincere friendship, and the happiest thing is to quietly recall the sweet past." Sincere him, honest me, walking calmly, facing bravely and living optimistically. It's just that our past laughter is gone, and you don't know when and where we will meet. Only these glittering and translucent tears are entrusted with my incomparable thoughts.
"Hey, what are you thinking?" My deskmate pushed me.
"oh! Nothing. " I woke up from my memory, picked up the ginkgo leaves again and read silently;
Walking in the rain 400 words Walking in the rain
Like pearls, raindrops fall one by one, stringing together the most precious memories.
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At that time, I stood under the eaves. Looking at the rain, lost in thought. A blue umbrella appeared beside me, and you looked at me silently under it. After some eye contact, I walked under your umbrella and walked in the rain with you. Accidentally, I fell and fell in the rain. I look at you, longing for your help. But you didn't, from the moment I stood up. Hot eyes have been covered with ice.
It was raining again. I walked alone without an umbrella. At that time, it was after the exam, as if the clothes had been hit by raindrops. It rained badly, and after a while, the rainbow came out. Looking at the rainbow, there seems to be some hot light in my eyes.
It's another rain. My old mother and I are walking in the rain. Carefully holding an umbrella for my mother, for a long time, my mother said slowly, "Daughter! If your father didn't teach you to be strong, how could you achieve so much? Don't you understand after all these years? " A drop of water across the cheek, the ice in the eyes has turned into tears, flowing with the raindrops.
Father in the rain is no longer heartless, because I saw a loving son's heart under that cruel expression. That rain brought me too much, and it seems to have become the rain that moistened me.
After that, I still walked alone in the rain. The eye is not so heartless, it has been dyed red. In the rain, close your eyes, listen to the rain again, and relive the dribs and drabs you walked through in the rain.
Walking in the rain, the rain has turned into a heart. It is mixed with father's love and wrapped me in the wind.
4. When it rains, write a paragraph, lie in front of the window, recall what happened today, and tears come to your eyes. I looked up and tried to control my inner feelings. I want to keep my strong side. I can't wash away my inner pain with tears.
I am speechless. I am completely speechless. Why do people cry? What can tears dissolve? Why does it rain? Is heaven really crying, as people say?
At this time, I want to go back to the rainy season in summer and stand quietly in the rain. Listen carefully-listen to the sound of raindrops hitting the ground; Listen carefully-the cry of heaven.
Release and release inner sadness in the rain; Run freely in the rain to dispel the pain.
5. Walk in the rain and write a composition of 1 100 on the topic. Walking in the rain.
Some time ago, the weather was very dry and people were expecting a heavy rain. It finally rained today. Oblique rain across the sky, fluttering. It kept raining and people were singing happily. I am naturally very happy, because there is a little coolness in the hot air, so comfortable!
I walked in the field with an umbrella, and when I saw it, it was all green. Bean dolls all leaned out their little heads and lay prone on the ground, and Sister Corn also stretched out her little arms to enjoy the rain and dew, and kept waving to me. Sesame bud looked at the gray day curiously, and it was raining as if to say, let me drink enough at a time. Everything in the field is so lovely! Walking in the rain, I smelled the soil in the air. I also heard the "shua shua" laughter of mother tree, the "tick" sound of rain and baby leaf coquetry, and the wind with small raindrops in mother tree's arms, playing with the "rustling" sound.
What a wonderful natural movement it is! I like rain and everything in it. Walking in the rain and enjoying the rain scene is a kind of enjoyment and happiness!
6. Walking in the rain Walking in the rain like raindrops of pearls, falling one by one, has become the most precious memory.
-Inscription At that time, I was standing under the eaves. Looking at the rain, lost in thought.
A blue umbrella appeared beside me, and you looked at me silently under it. After some eye contact, I walked under your umbrella and walked in the rain with you.
Accidentally, I fell and fell in the rain. I look at you, longing for your help.
But you didn't, from the moment I stood up. Hot eyes have been covered with ice.
It was raining again. I walked alone without an umbrella. At that time, it was after the exam, as if the clothes had been hit by raindrops.
It rained badly, and after a while, the rainbow came out. Looking at the rainbow, there seems to be some hot light in my eyes.
It's another rain. My old mother and I are walking in the rain. Carefully holding an umbrella for my mother, for a long time, my mother said slowly, "Daughter! If your father didn't teach you to be strong, how could you achieve so much? Don't you understand after all these years? " A drop of water across the cheek, the ice in the eyes has turned into tears, flowing with the raindrops.
Father in the rain is no longer heartless, because I saw a loving son's heart under that cruel expression. That rain brought me too much, and it seems to have become the rain that moistened me.
After that, I still walked alone in the rain. The eye is not so heartless, it has been dyed red.
In the rain, close your eyes, listen to the rain again, and relive the dribs and drabs you walked through in the rain. Walking in the rain, the rain has turned into a heart.
It is mixed with father's love and wrapped me in the wind. -Postscript.
7. Walking in the rain for 600 words has no starry night, because it is cloudy; There is no smile in return, because we pay too little; Life without tears is because we don't experience the reality deeply.
Carrying a schoolbag, we set out at night, accompanied by raindrops, no longer lonely. I think our life is too sad. I hope our life is infinitely wonderful. The street looks long and empty in the rain, like a neglected child, enjoying the lonely emptiness alone. It's quiet at night, only the sound of rain hitting the ground can be heard.
The sky is crying, should I cry too? I just want to go with the flow and run away. I have no goal, no direction. I just wander with my insignificant feelings and wander far away. It's good to feel without an umbrella. Let the rain drop on your warm face and look for the desert in the damp! Rain, just raining, raining, I don't know whether it is tears of excitement or tears of sadness, maybe! I am the only one who can feel it and feel the feeling of being with you.
Clothes, schoolbags and shoes are all wet, but I still go. I want to escape, escape from reality and run to another world. I want to know whether it exists and whether it will accept me. I don't understand, I don't understand, no! I want to indulge myself, fight and rush, but I have no capital, no, such a fight is doomed to failure, and it is unknown whether you can stand up again after failure.
Looking at the raindrops, I think that if you don't pay much, you will get less. But in the face of others' efforts, you must create gains for others, you must! I wonder if it will be sunny after the rain. I don't want sunshine, I don't want it, because I hate sunshine, and the dazzling light makes me upset. The sunshine is always after the rain, and there is a clear sky on the dark clouds, maybe! This is just nature, I have no right to change it, I have the right! Isn't it? The street lamp shone on the raindrops, but only for a moment, and then fell to the ground. The color pool on the road is beautiful, beautiful! Passers-by have to go back, and no one has time to appreciate this gift from nature-tears from the sky.
Carrying a water bag, wandering in the wilderness, helpless! It is the reality that has changed us, and it is the dream that still supports us to go on. Facing the helpless reality, we have an iceberg in our hearts, which is cold and keeps people away. Looking back at Leng Yue before the rain, it is tempting, but out of reach.
Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out! Every corner of the city is so desolate and trembling. Several vans wander like ghosts, and the lights illuminate the hypocrisy in the dark! Is it romantic to go shopping alone? A person's romance is the real romance! I don't want the rain to stop, because it has stopped, and I want to return to reality, the less real world, which makes me sick. Slow down and feel the sadness of the rain: open your heart and integrate joy and laughter.
Rain, rain, I don't know when it will stop. I remember writing a poem about rainy days. My friend said it was a little sad, maybe! I don't think so, because I can never record happy things with a pen. I wonder if this kind of writing is a failure? A person feels lonely, a person releases your thoughts, a person! In short, a person's feelings are also very good. He enjoys happiness and suffers pain, doesn't he? It's just that a person's road is not easy, but it makes us learn to be strong.
Grass likes rain, which gives it water and energy to survive. The desert hates rain because it wets its body and makes it uncomfortable. In fact, this is no different from people. Some people hate rain and say it is too sad, while others like it and say it brings people memories.
I like rain because I find myself in it, but I seem to have lost my way. Go again, don't want to go home, don't want to return to reality, ridiculous! In fact, I have been living in reality, but my brain doesn't want to admit it.
Happiness and sadness come to mind, tears can't help but flow down, and my face is wet, but I can't tell whether it is rain or tears! Looking up at the night sky, it is dark, far away, deep and big, and I can't find the edge. The rain is getting smaller and smaller, and it's hard, hard! We look for ourselves in the rain, and we pursue our dreams after the rain. May our dreams appear in the sky like rainbows after rain! Walking in the rain, we are no longer lonely, sad and helpless, because we still have dreams, because we have to go tomorrow. I believe our life will be more exciting, I believe.
8. Find an action description fragment written in snow or rain, about 150 words. It is raining harder and harder, and more and more people are waiting for the bus.
Finally, I waited for another bus. When I was accumulating funds, I was also trying my best to squeeze up. Suddenly I heard someone calling my name in the distance. I turned my head and saw that it was our headmaster Zhang. He was driving his daughter home by bike and happened to pass by here. Seeing that it was dangerous for us to squeeze into the car, he quickly took her down, threw down his bike and ran past.
As he helped us to get on the bus, he said, "Don't squeeze, be safe." I almost fell down when I got on the bus because of the slippery road.
A pair of powerful queens lifted me up. When I looked back at President Zhang, I saw that the hat on his raincoat was squeezed off, and the rain wet his hair and ran down his broad cheeks.
A warm current suddenly welled up in my heart, and I said excitedly, "Thank you, President Zhang!" " "President zhang wiped the rain on her face," hey hey "smile and nodded his head. When I entered the carriage, I could still hear his loud and friendly voice: "Please don't crowd and take good care of these pupils. "
Looking at the figure wet by the rain, the scene of President Zhang loving us at school reappears: there are more than 1000 students in our school, and the principals call the roll one by one; Every morning, he is always the first to come to school and greet us with a smile at the school gate. At sunset, it was he who watched us leave school safely at the school gate.
9. Walking in the rain 6000 is another rainy day. I walked silently in the rain with a small umbrella. There is no usual frolicking and noise, only the ticking of raindrops hitting the umbrella surface. Looking through the rain curtain, a small umbrella fluttered in the wind and rain, weaving a beautiful picture.
Whenever it rains, we always walk in the wind and rain with an umbrella like this. Umbrella protects us from the wind and rain. Under the umbrella, we can walk comfortably. In the face of biting wind and rain, none of us can resist the temptation of umbrellas.
When I was a child, it was often my mother who accompanied us in the wind and rain with an umbrella. Motherly love is also like an umbrella, woven with the carefree feelings of my beloved son, and its umbrella top is the most beautiful brocade in the world. We seem to forget that there are storms in this world.
When you walk in the wind and rain with an umbrella, you may think it is a kind of poetry. Don't pay attention to the oblique wind and drizzle around you, and go your own way quietly. Looking up, you will find a beautiful sun overhead, but that is the color of the umbrella, not the real color of the sky. Do you want to see the sky outside the umbrella? It won't just be beautiful, you will see the gloomy sky, and you will also feel the power of lightning, thunder and storm!
If you want to know the real sky, please get out of the umbrella. Maybe you will bear the weight of wind and rain, frost and snow, but this is the real life!
Let's get out of the temptation of umbrella, we can stand the test of wind and rain. Although mother's arms are warm, the sky outside is our real world.