In the rain with open arms, to embrace the posture of cycling speed. The hidden dangers of safety can be put aside for the time being, because the heart has been quietly filled with the abundant touches brought by the rain. Joyful raindrops dance on the face of joy, sad raindrops soothe the soft heart wounds. I'm used to singing in the rain when I'm ecstatic, and I'm used to being sad in the rain when I'm sad. The rain is the gift given by God to the most cut in human feelings? Free but priceless. But look, those who walk in panic in the rain, those who dodge in the rain, those who hesitate and complain under the dripping eaves - they, did not receive this wonderful gift? Why should they dodge, why should they flee?
It is better to resist than to accept. Nature is always generous to man.
You can be grateful to God for the love of sunshine, do not be disgusted with the rain soaked your beautiful clothes and cursed a "this damn weather!"
In the rain, sometimes all you can do is accept it. Rainstorms have drowned out the dreams of countless mariners, and whether you accept it or not, the rain will always be the same.
Perhaps this furious rain is also a sincere gift from the heavens to proud humans, free rain forces humans to pay for shallow pride.
Much more.
Along with the fluttering rain comes the poetry that the Divine wants to make known.
In the rain, people walk like children.
Turning the umbrella in his hand, he steps on the rhythm of the foot "snap". The first smoothness of life makes you so happy that you want to thank the rain.
The next step is to fall. It's hard, and it hurts.
Wounds and tears. And the rain has long since stopped being kind at this point. How? Only to pick up their own wounds and move on.
The wound still hurts, but once again want to thank.
The thanks are different.
And all this is given by the rain, the richest gift of nature. Everyone, please quietly receive, savor, enough to last a lifetime.
Known or unknown results, walking calmly or fleeing in haste. The rain keeps coming down, like the sky does not speak, only smile.
Life goes on and so does the rain.
We, all in the rain ......
2. Write a "in the rain" 600-word narrative essayLove the rain, love the rainy days, love the rainy me.
Just because,, I can get away from that troubled world;, I found the lost me;, loneliness is mine, serenity is mine, in this lonely moment, I only belong to myself. When it rains, I always like to walk in the rain, capturing the thousands of wisps of fine rain drifting, to appreciate the dashing of the rain, the beauty of the rain.
In the rain, let the rain will embrace me to my heart's content, and dissolve into this empty world. In the rain, hold up an umbrella, hold up the wind, hold up the rain, hold up a lonely world.
Spinning the handle of the umbrella, like pearls splashing down. Since the beautiful must be helplessly thrown down, then ang it thrown down! Since you can not forget that should forget the annoyance, then in the rain to seek a serenity! Yes, people do not have the dashing of the rain drops, I can only borrow this splash of water to vent the heart of the long pent-up feelings.
I know that all success needs to pay a price. Yes, success, that is what I have longed for a long time ah! In order to this brilliant word, I do not distinguish between day and night to hold the book to die gnawing, I have forgotten that there is another outside the book outside the wonderful world, I have been confined for too long, I have been lost.
But in the rain, I no longer have the usual as if and arrogance; in the rain, I have a more tender and calm. Ah! Please let me have this world in the rain.
Have the warmth and beauty of the rain. Really, I really like this water and tears mingled, spiritually ethereal and poetic rain, I really like this time in the rain gentle me.
Fine rain, like silk; fine rain, like a dream. In the rain, hold up an umbrella of fine rain, hold up an umbrella of loneliness.
3. Write a "in the rain" 600-word narrative essayLike the rain, like the rainy days, like the rain in the me.
Just because,
I can get away from the troubled world;
I found the lost me;
The loneliness is mine, the serenity is mine, and in this lonely moment, I belong to myself only.
When it's raining, I always like to walk in the rain, capturing the thousands of wisps of fine rain drifting
Appreciate the dashing of the rain, the beauty of the rain. In the rain, let the rain embrace me to my heart's content and dissolve into this one empty world.
In the rain, hold up an umbrella, hold up the wind, hold up the rain, hold up a lonely world.
Spinning the handle of the umbrella,
like pearls splashing down. Since the beautiful must be helplessly thrown down, then ang it thrown down! Since can not forget that should forget the annoyance, then seek a peace in the rain! Yes, people do not have the dashing of the rain drops, I can only borrow this splash of water to vent the heart of the long pent-up feelings.
I know that all success needs to pay a price. Yes, success, that is what I have longed for a long time ah! In order to this brilliant word, I do not distinguish between day and night to hold the book to die gnawing, I have forgotten that there is another outside the book outside the wonderful world, I have been confined for too long, I have been lost.
But in the rain, I no longer have the usual as if and arrogance; in the rain, I have a more tender and calm. Ah! Please let me have this world in the rain. Own the warmth and beauty of the rain. Really, I really like this water and tears mingled, spiritually ethereal and poetic rain, I really like this time in the rain gentle me.
Fine rain, like silk; fine rain, like a dream.
In the rain, hold up an umbrella of fine rain, hold up an umbrella of loneliness.
4. Walking in the Rain Essay 600 Words"Walking in the Rain"
Once in many years, I don't know why I developed a habit, like the arrival of the rainy season, like to see the rain fall on the long sky, the rain hitting the eaves, like to walk in the rain, like that a kind of chic and sad poetic, silently walking in the rain, let the long-lost rain wet all my clothes and luggage, wet all my I love that kind of chic and sad poetry. The soft and romantic poetry of rain, the feeling of being near and far away, and the chic and somewhat inexplicable sadness suddenly came to my mind, reminding me of a very famous Song poem, the famous Southern Song lyricist Jiang Jie's poem "Yu Mei Ren - Listening to the Rain": "The young man listens to the rain and sings upstairs, with the red candles dimming the rooftop tents. When I was in my prime, I listened to the rain in the guest boat, the river was wide and the clouds were low, and the broken geese were calling the west wind. And now listening to the rain under the monk's hut, sideburns have been stars. Sorrow and happiness are always merciless, I let the steps, drip to dawn." The whole word in the rain, drenched a person's whole life, but full of endless sense of the world, sadness and happiness, the world is unpredictable, the fate of the unpredictable and upheaval, so that a person to carry an endless sadness and disorientation. Many times, when I read this song, I am always impressed by its meaning and mood, I don't know if I am a thousand years away from the empathy, or I am in the middle of it.
People in this life, it is really difficult to say clearly how their fate will change, how they will not change with their own will. Perhaps once very brilliant and reach, perhaps once very youthful and pleased, perhaps once very persistent and to, whether it is their own career, or their own love, or perhaps their own marriage, all of which will change with the world and quietly unpredictable changes, whether it is the officialdom of the pleased to be, lost to be, whether it is their own love and marriage to be happy to be, sadly, we can not predict the future change of the world's events. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
Even if you have lost, even if you are sad, even if you are heartbroken, even if you are in pain, even if we have lost everything. In the end, what we have left is still our own, and what we have left of the youth. There is a long way to go, in order to a lot of things we have paid too much of their own youth and years, and now those years will be gone with the wind, never come back. These years we can get and have the joy and how much is really in our hands, in order to survive, we lost too many of their own things, and now suddenly people to middle age, no longer young, no longer youthful, no longer youthful, walking through the traces of the boardwalk frost deep dew heavy water years, walking through the hundreds of turns of the fog locks the ocean of the nine curves of the end of the world, to the dusk of the life of the rain, we can really hear is their own! The deepest part of the heart and soul of those who have been hidden for a long time deep love without regret.
"For love, dream a lifetime, floating a few times floating", regardless of the world of sadness and happiness geometry, we will ultimately stay in the heart of that through the sadness and happiness of the two ends, no regrets of the deep love and waiting! No one can perceive our heart that a long time in the vicissitudes of deep love and bitter yellowed memories, only sprinkled in the air and in our hearts of that waiting for a lifetime of rain, in order to let us really find themselves and their own positioning, but also only we can feel their own existence and not yet extinguished life and death of the faithful! "The rain falls on Yuyan, white waves in the sky," whether it was once sad or not, pain or not, rare happiness or not, this kind of whistling from the depths of our souls and the rain is majestic, a lifetime no one can replace and echo!
5. Walking in the Rain Essay 600 Words"Walking in the Rain"
Once in many years, I don't know why I developed a habit, like the arrival of the rainy season, like to see the rain fall long days, the rain hitting the eaves, like to walk in the rain, like that a kind of chic and sad poetic, silently walking in the rain, let the long-lost rain wet all my clothes and luggage, wet all my I love that kind of chic and sad poetry. The soft and romantic poetry of rain, the feeling of being near and far away, and the chic and somewhat inexplicable sadness suddenly came to my mind, reminding me of a very famous Song poem, the famous Southern Song lyricist Jiang Jie's poem "Yu Mei Ren - Listening to the Rain": "The young man listens to the rain on the singing floor, and the red candles are dimmed in the rooftop tent. When I was in my prime, I listened to the rain in the guest boat, the river was wide and the clouds were low, and the broken geese were calling the west wind. And now listening to the rain under the monk's hut, sideburns have been stars. Sorrow and happiness are always merciless, I let the steps, drip to dawn." The whole word in the rain, drenched a person's whole life, but full of endless sense of the world, sadness and happiness, the world is unpredictable, the fate of the unpredictable and upheaval, so that a person to carry an endless sadness and disorientation. Many times, when I read this song, I am always impressed by its meaning and mood, I don't know if I am a thousand years away from empathy, or I am in it.
People in this life, it is really difficult to say clearly how their fate will change later, how they will not change with their own will. Perhaps once very brilliant and reach, perhaps once very youthful and pleased, perhaps once very persistent and to, whether it is their own career, or their own love, or perhaps their own marriage, all of which will change with the world and quietly unpredictable changes, whether it is the officialdom of the pleased to be, lost to be, whether it is their own love and marriage to be happy to be, sadly, we can not predict the future change of the world's events. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
Even if you have lost, even if you are sad, even if you are heartbroken, even if you are in pain, even if we have lost everything. In the end, what we have left is still our own, and what we have left of the youth. There is a long way to go, in order to a lot of things we have paid too much of their own youth and years, and now those years will be gone with the wind, never come back. These years we can get and have the joy and how much is really in our hands, in order to survive, we lost too many of their own things, and now suddenly people to middle age, no longer young, no longer youthful, no longer youthful, walking through the traces of the boardwalk frost deep dew heavy water years, walking through the hundreds of turns of the fog locks the ocean of the nine curves of the end of the world, to the dusk of the life of the rain, we can really hear is their own! The deepest part of the heart and soul of those who have been hidden for a long time deep love without regret.
"For love, dream a lifetime, floating a few times floating", regardless of the world of sadness and happiness geometry, we will ultimately stay in the heart of that through the sadness and happiness of the two ends, no regrets of the deep love and waiting! No one can perceive our heart that a long time in the vicissitudes of deep love and bitter yellowed memories, only sprinkled in the air and in our hearts of that waiting for a lifetime of rain, in order to let us really find themselves and their own positioning, but also only we can feel their own existence and not yet extinguished life and death of the faithful! "The rain falls on Yuyan, white waves in the sky," whether it was once sad or not, pain or not, rare happiness or not, this kind of whistling from the depths of our souls and the rain, a lifetime of no one can be replaced and echoed!
6. Essay on the rain 600 wordsRemember: Listening to the sound of rain drops knocking against the ground
Sniffing the scent of grass in the air
Writing words that have long since ceased to belong to myself ......
The love of the rain
Beginning with a smile
And so, I smiled
All the millions of faces were shimmering
The elves, dancing, laughing, chanting
Sometimes scattered
Sometimes crowded
Translucent bodies changing
Looking at the sky at an angle of 30 degrees
Facing these cold elves
Letting them penetrate through my skin
I have seen, smelled, and breathed the rain. >
Looked, smelled, pitied
And hid
And searched.
Just listen to the "snap"
Crisp sound
The water began to gradually
Deeply dissolved into the soil
Before I was happy
The elf has disappeared
The air was filled with the smell of it
The elf is not a good choice, but it's a good one.
Death is not necessarily not another reincarnation ......
Karma is in the cycle of reincarnation
7. Walking in the Rain Essay 600 Words
Walking in the Rain For many years, I did not know why I developed a habit of enjoying the rainy season, enjoying the rainy days, enjoying the rain hitting the eaves of the house, enjoying walking in the rain, and enjoying the chic and unique atmosphere of the rain, enjoying the chic and chic atmosphere of the rain. The first thing I did was to get the chance to see the rain, and the second thing I did was to see the rain, and the third thing I did was to see the rain, and the third thing I did was to see the rain.
That kind of soft romantic rain poetry, that kind of long ago and close to the feeling, that kind of chic and some inexplicable sadness suddenly surged to my heart, reminding me of a very famous Song lyrics, that is, the famous Southern Song lyricist Jiang Jie's lyrics of "Yu Mei-Listening to the rain": "The young man listens to the rain on the song, the red candles dim the ropes of the tent. The young man listening to the rain in the guest boat, the river is broad and low clouds, broken geese calling the west wind.
Now listening to the rain under the monk's hut, sideburns have been stars. Sorrow and happiness are always merciless, a task in front of the steps, drip to the daybreak."
The whole word in the rain, drenched in a person's entire life, but full of endless sense of the world, sadness and happiness, the world is not always the same, the fate of the unpredictable and the upheaval, so that a person to carry an endless sadness and disorientation. Many times, when I read this song, I am always impressed by its meaning and mood, I don't know if I am a thousand years away from empathy, or I am in it.
People in this life, it is really difficult to say clearly how their fate will change later, how they will not change with their own will. Perhaps once very brilliant and reach, perhaps once very youthful and pleased, perhaps once very persistent and to, whether it is their own career, or their own love, or perhaps their own marriage, all of which will change with the world and quietly unpredictable changes, whether it is the officialdom of the pleased to be, lost to be, whether it is their own love and marriage to be happy to be, sadly, we can not predict the future change of the world's events. We can't predict how things will change in the future. Even if we have lost, even if we are sad, even if we are heartbroken, even if we suffer for a lifetime, even if we have lost everything, in the end, we are still left with ourselves. In the end, what we have left is still our own, and what we have left of the youth.
There is a long way to go, in order to a lot of things we have paid too much of their own youth and years, and now those years will be gone with the wind, never come back. These years we can get and have the joy and how much is really in our hands, in order to survive, we lost too many of their own things, and now suddenly people to middle age, no longer young, no longer youthful, no longer youthful, walking through the traces of the boardwalk frost deep dew heavy water years, walking through the hundreds of turns of the fog locks the ocean of the nine curves of the end of the world, to the dusk of the life of the rain, we can really hear is their own! Heart and soul of those deep hidden for a long time deep love without regret it. "In order to love, dream a lifetime, floating several times floating", regardless of the world of sadness and happiness geometry, we will ultimately retain in the heart of that through the sadness and happiness of the two ends, without complaint and regret of deep love and waiting! No one can perceive our heart that a long time in the vicissitudes of deep love and bitter yellowed memories, only sprinkled in the air and in our hearts of that waiting for a lifetime of rain, in order to let us really find themselves and their own positioning, but also only we can feel their own existence and not yet extinguished life and death of the faithful! "The rain falls in the yuyan, white waves in the sky," whether it was once sad or not, pain or not, rare happiness or not, this kind of whistling from the depths of our souls and the rain is majestic, a lifetime no one can be replaced and echoed.
8. Memories in the Rain Essay 600 WordsMemories in the Rain
Time is always like an old man, walking unhurriedly, walking through the spring, walking through the winter. In these endless years, with the heavy footprints of the old man of time step by step, I have changed ......
Spring, a young woman who loves to cry, always moving to drop a few tears, so spring is accompanied by umbrellas walked through ......
< p> Spring when I was a child, every time it rains, every time and grandpa walking in the rain, always habitually will not be too big umbrella to their side a little bit, so that the heart this is comfortable. So, every time it rains, back from the outside, grandpa is always a half-wet people, but he never complained, every time it rains or will give me the umbrella. At first, I don't understand, I don't understand people are not to be good to themselves, but why, why grandpa so let me?Gradually, gradually, time day by day, day by day just so past, I'm 13 years old, the childhood spring will surface from time to time, the mind of a child is drawn out from time to time, the difference is that I no longer do so.
The same is so a spring, the same is so a spring rainy day, a classmate umbrella did not bring, was I saw, I generously walked over and said, we walk together. So, we went into the rain of Jiangnan. So, the little raindrops hit the small umbrella, the sound of pattering. So, two girls squeezed into a small umbrella, squeezed into a string of laughter, and the four feet stepped in the spring rain. So the little umbrella became so big, like it could fit everything.
I moved the umbrella to her side from time to time to give her some warmth and peace of mind. I'm not sure if I've ever seen a woman with an umbrella in her hand, but I'm sure I've seen a woman with an umbrella in her hand, and I'm sure I've never seen a woman with an umbrella in her hand. Although half of her body was exposed in the rain, it was as if she was in the umbrella. Oh! That is a happy umbrella.
Saw her off, the heart is always sweet, looking at the thin as a line of Jiangnan rain, and pull out childhood memories, I understand the grandfather's heart, I will not be selfish.
Time, still walking relentlessly, walked through the summer, walked through the fall, in this light, I gradually grew up.
Comment: The same is the same happened in the rainy day under the umbrella of the story, the same protagonist but has a different action, the author used to tell us the meaning of growth. The author's beautiful language, delicate description, so that readers from the misty Jiangnan road and hold the umbrella tilt direction to realize the truth of man.
9. Story in the Rain Essay 600 WordsOn the snow-white wall of my living room hangs a family photo. The serious middle-aged man sitting on the left side of the wooden chair in the photo is my dad, while my mom is sitting on the right side of the wooden chair, all smiles. Huh, who is that smiling little girl? Needless to say, that's me. Holding a rush of blooming flowers, I sat in the middle of my mom and dad. The expressions on everyone's face in the photo tell the story of what happened in my family, do you want to know? Dad is a computer teacher, and he's not neat at all. Every morning, you can see a handful of hair on the back of his head sticking straight up like a cannon. But he doesn't pay any attention to his "bright image". Dad was very serious in front of others and had no sense of humor. But once at home, he "let loose", a line of playful words from his mouth, amusing me and my mother even waist can not straighten up. One morning, my mother and I are eating breakfast, only to see my father "ah" a leap out of bed, while quickly dressed, wash his face and brush his teeth, while shouting: "too late, to be late, to be late, ...... "And then hurriedly took the needed books, hurriedly went downstairs. And mom was quite calm, said: "He ah, will be back soon." I was in a dilemma, only to see my dad panting and coming back, full of funny expressions, saying, "Oops, I really don't remember, today is Saturday ah." I almost didn't choke when I heard that. Helpful Mom My mom is cheerful and lively, sometimes I really think she is like a little child. My mother is gentle, kind and helpful. She often carries rice and throws away garbage for her neighbors. One day, my mom and I went shopping in Qinglong. "Mom, mom ......" only to see a little girl tear-stained, crying for her mother. When my mom saw this, she busily walked up to the little girl and said, "Little friend, are you unable to find your mom?" "...... Mommy ...... is not ...... missing." The little girl cried and said. Mom took the little girl's hand and said, "Auntie will take you to find your mom, OK?" The little girl nodded. Mom took the little girl also came to the main service desk, asked the name of the little girl's mother, through the radio to find her mother. We waited for a long time at the main service counter, but the little girl's mom still didn't come. I wanted to leave, but my mom still stood in front of the main service counter waiting for the little girl's mom, until the little girl's mom came, my mom took me to continue shopping. I Love the Environment Under the nurturing of my mom and dad, I have changed from the introverted me when I was a child to the lively and cheerful me. I love nature very much and hate it when people destroy it arbitrarily. I often pick up the garbage on the street and throw them into the garbage bins. Once, my best friend and I saw a few middle school students on the street casually picking the green leaves on the branches of the trees, so that the original dense number of bare trunks have been exposed. I was about to go up to stop, but my best friend pulled me back and said, "You see they are tall and big, what if they hurt you?" I said firmly, "They are destroying nature, they are destroying our home. We are right, and right shouldn't be afraid of wrong." So I walked up and said to them, "Big brother, you can't destroy nature at will, trees have lives, you are destroying our home." Those middle school students heard, red-faced and said, "You're right, little friend, thank you." After saying that, they hurried away. I thought, if only everyone could protect the environment. See, this is the story of my family. My father who is different, my mother who is helpful, and me who loves the environment make up this home that is full of joy, and I love my home
10. 600-word essay on writing "In the Rain," to be situationalRainy Lane StoriesEveryone has eyes, and everyone has a heart.
In life, I've seen countless pairs of eyes and touched countless hearts. But I can't forget the beautiful, bright eyes that don't easily shed tears, and the kind, pure heart.
6 years, 6 years ah, I can not forget. No one knows, no one can imagine, in that narrow street, what kind of thing once happened.
That year, I went home on the way, it was very unfortunate, it was raining heavily, I flew to the home to ride. When riding on that narrow road, a girl about the same size as me also hurriedly rode from the opposite side.
I was in a hurry, only thinking of going home, so I rushed hard, but I didn't know, my car faucet hit her car faucet. I only heard her shriek and fell off.
I had a firm grip on the faucet, so I didn't fall down. I got out of the car, the heart is anxious, while running toward her, while thinking I got into trouble, how to do? When I want to help her, she stood up, I stood with her in the rain curtain, I clearly see her face is injured, a big hole broken on the sleeve of the coat, the face appeared intolerable pain, a hand pressed the face, the blood along the face adulterated with rainwater dripped from the hand, but she did not cry a word.
I held her, sadly said, "I'm sorry, I hit you, where do you hurt?" I thought she would push me away mercilessly, scold me, and then cry and go to her mom, I was prepared in my heart. But she said something that I could not imagine, "Oh, I'm fine, I just grazed the skin, don't be anxious, I don't hurt."
Said she took down her hand and looked at it, "This injury is not serious, you see only a little bit of blood, later will be good." The words were soft, but they made me feel worse than hitting me or scolding me.
Because I not only bumped her, but also misunderstood her. That's when I saw her eyes, so big and beautiful.
Shining with a kind and bright light, they seemed to be smiling and comforting me. In my heart I reprimanded myself even more, tears in my eyes, I quietly wiped away the tears, held her hand and said, "No, you are hurt, go to my house, look, the rain is so heavy, your clothes are soaked."
She blinked her bright eyes, "I'm going back, you also go quickly!" Said, ran to help the car, I hastened to step forward and shouted: "That, that injury and clothes, your mom will see ......" She smiled: "It does not matter, I'll just say that I fell." Said she rode away, gradually far away.
I still stand in the rain curtain looking at her far away back, is remorse? It is admiration? I don't know. I stood woodenly.
The night was quiet! Lights out, I'm still awake, thinking about what happened during the day, thinking about her injury in the end how? Did her mom know the truth? The impression she left on me would be the most impressive, especially her bright eyes. Tonight, it is raining lightly outside the window again.
I think back to that time, I really regret, because I want to go home early, and bumped into her, and misunderstood her, she left, I did not even ask her name, which is I feel very frustrated. I wonder if she still remembers me at this time? Still traversing that narrow road, hastily disappearing into the curtain of rain? ■.