Composition on a rainy night 1 My parents are not at home-they are on a business trip. Tonight, I am at home alone.
Reading in the dim light, my mind and soul are attracted by the words of the novel. ...
Suddenly, a loud and gripping thunder woke me up from the wonderful details. A gust of wind roared into my room and blew up my papers. I am alone at home, being blown by the cold wind, and I feel sad and sad in my heart. When my parents were not at home, I instinctively closed the window, closed the book, and then lay in bed. ...
Rain, hazy, sometimes big, sometimes small, the wind rolled the rain down and hit the window, and the sound of "snapping" made me feel sad. My thoughts seem to be washed away by rain over and over again. At this moment, how I wish to be with my parents!
I didn't want to be disturbed by the wind again, so I got up and locked the door. The rain died down and the lights went out. Darkness and tranquility are embedded in the night under the dripping rain, and the hour bell rings again.
On the road, the "beep" sound of sirens, the "poop-poop" sound of wheels running over puddles and people's noises, including the barking of dogs. This reminds me again, what a "ghost"! Zombies! Echoes in my mind. I remain silent, but my heart seems to be wrapped in dark clouds.
Unconsciously, the rain, gradually small, originally torrential rain drops the size of beans, has been quietly silent at this time. This is summer rain. ...
It's raining ... stop ...
I also gradually fell asleep. ...
Rainy night composition 2 The silent night is especially quiet. Students who have been busy all day fall asleep one after another. I wonder when it began to rain cats and dogs. The sudden heavy rain woke you, me and him in your sleep, and the sound of rain followed, with dribs and drabs:
Wang: When did you get off? And so big.
Slack: I don't know, maybe now! Maybe it's been like this for a long time.
The familiar sound and quiet rain sound, like a wonderful "moonlight song", woke me up in my sleep. In this elegant and quiet rainy night, it seems that the beautiful scenery that has never appeared at this moment and has never appeared at this moment miraculously comes into view. Look: the flying snow in winter, the snow-white sky and the rising sun in the east give people a wonderful feeling and make me sigh!
Looking back, time passed, day and night. Once upon a time, for the first time, for the first time, it was intriguing. The passage of time makes people sigh! Now that the second year of high school is almost over, I sigh in my heart that time is running out.
The dripping rain, playing with the release of fatigue, people's breathing, and the hasty change of light and shadow make people sigh and sigh that time flies. It seems that it has always been the "moonlight song" of nature. Hypnosis soothes tired people, and wind, thunder and rain seem to accompany them and sing for them. Listen, "go to sleep! Sleep! Hard-working people ... "
At dusk, a heavy rain finally stopped. The cold kept hitting the place where the rain came, and the world quieted down, and the originally bustling streets seemed to sleep.
At this time, the fog entered the world. The fog is pale, it seems to be a wisp of white gauze, and it flutters gently and slowly in front of people like silk. In the fog, my vision gradually blurred, blurred and blurred. In the end, I could hardly see everything in front of me, as if I had entered a fairyland.
Suddenly there were a few chirps in the distance, and I turned away. It turned out to be a bird's nest that was about to collapse due to the storm. The scene after the heavy rain is exciting in human eyes, but painful in birds' eyes. The bird's wings were wet by the rain, and its feet were almost unconscious with cold, but it had to take care of several newborn chicks. The big bird kept singing, as if cursing the ruthlessness of the wind and rain angrily!
The moon was covered by that dark cloud, and the stars seemed to be frozen and completely lost their normal vitality. The moon is walking in dark clouds of different thicknesses, the moonlight is flickering, and the whole sky seems to be sleeping.
Cuckoo. Cuckoo There were waves of cooing in my ear. It is so sad, so sad, like crying, and like telling something and praying for something.
A slender willow tree has lost its vitality and is covered with hair blown away by wind and rain. Everything is looking forward to the first sunshine tomorrow.
The rainy night got deeper and deeper in four nights, and I was completely sleepy. Outside the window, the light rain is still falling. This is the first gentle rain in late summer and early autumn. After watching the pouring rain in summer, it seems that such a light rain is so gentle and quiet, especially in the countryside on such a night. Away from the scorching sun during the day and the hustle and bustle of the city, such a night gives people endless reverie.
Summer is the season when life shines. Summer is the most vibrant season on this earth, and summer is the season to test life. Here, all creatures show strong life characteristics. At this time, despite the scorching sun, many trees are greedily sucking the abundant sunshine resources in this season, so that they can thrive in the scorching sun and show the beauty of life.
Summer is red in my eyes, because cicadas are singing everywhere during the day in summer, and frogs are croaking everywhere in the dark fields in the countryside at night. It's really lively. A vibrant scene.
A good evaluation on a hot summer day can only be kept in memory. When summer slowly passed by people, when autumn slowly appeared in people's sight, I seemed to have wasted a summer in ignorance, and I gradually felt that summer was so beautiful. There are storms in summer, lightning and thunder in summer and scorching sun in summer. However, when autumn comes slowly, I feel that autumn is so bleak. Although autumn has not yet arrived, the rain in late summer and early autumn has made me smell the autumn, which is so smooth and magnificent, and there is no sign of decline at all.
The rain outside the window has not stopped, but the night is already deep. Let me lie in bed looking for a summer dream when autumn comes on this night.
It's raining tonight, so I don't have to go to school for self-study, so I just watch my composition selections at home as a pastime. There is an article "Juvenile Delinquency" spread out before my eyes.
The article describes a child who is only five or six years old, abandoned by his parents and wandering the streets. Gradually, he hung around with bad guys and learned to steal. In this way, an innocent child less than seven years old fell into the abyss of sin. ...
However, whose fault is this? Who pushed him step by step to the cliff and onto the road of crime? Although those instigators are shameful and will be punished by law, it is even more distressing for those ignorant parents who abandon their children. Shouldn't they be condemned by public opinion and punished by law?
What does the child need? It is the care of relatives, the warmth and understanding of family members. "I want to have a home …" But does he? No, nothing. In this environment, it is difficult to understand that he is not guilty.
This article tells the story of how a young child embarked on the road of crime and exposed the ugly side of society and family. When you finish reading Juvenile Delinquency, you may see a strange picture in front of you-a pair of small hands are sticking out from the window of the juvenile detention center, reaching out to their families and relatives and calling to the society: "Please give me more love, please give me more warmth!" This heartfelt call hit my chest and made my mood restless for a long time.
Isn't this worth pondering by the whole society?
Composition 6 The drizzle on a rainy night for several days, mixed with the roar of the wind, instantly filled the whole world with autumn.
Night fell quietly, and the noisy sound and pungent smell of smoke on the road made me very upset. All my classmates were accompanied by their families, talking and laughing, and I was the only one.
Looking at them, I have mixed feelings. All I know is that my nose is sour, my eyes are hazy, my bitterness is spreading in my heart, and I can't cry! I said in secret. So I fought back my tears, Didi, tears? No, it's not tears, it's rain. Is god sorry for me, too?
Autumn rain falls on the leaves and rolls into the soil along the lines. The dripping rain sounds so bleak on this night!
The wind shuttled quickly between branches, the leaves danced wildly, and with the whistling rhythm, I felt a little lost when I looked at the long street.
At night, it was not far away. Why does it look so long now?
When I get home, I never ask my parents to pick me up after school, because I don't want to burden them. Even so, I still feel a little lost and uncomfortable.
As the night deepened, people became quiet and their families fell asleep. I looked out of the window. It was still raining. No one has passed the noisy street just now. Looking up at the sky, the moon is high and I am bathed in the moonlight. Missing occupies my heart, just like a river, flowing and rolling in my heart.
I walked to the window gently, facing the bright moon, I cried silently, folded my hands and prayed silently for my parents.
It's raining, I stand and pray, rainy night! You are a hypnotist, releasing all thoughts buried in your heart.
Rainy night composition 7 nights, so long! Listen to the rain, I can't sleep!
Rain knocked out the silent night and my heart. I suddenly remembered Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry" and felt a lot. I feel that days really pass too fast, and life is so empty and boring. I keep running, because I want to dream! But every time I was stabbed by thorns, I was bruised all over. I don't know what I got from my efforts. What did you get? It seems that every effort and effort is a failure. Some people say: God is fair to everyone. But I always feel that I am an unfortunate child. I feel like a fallen leaf in autumn, which has long been abandoned by the season.
Night, surprisingly quiet, as if already asleep. I still can't sleep. Is this the so-called "insomnia"? At this time, my heart is blank and my brain is blank. Is the sky outside the window blank, too
The rain has not stopped. With that helplessness, I listened to the rain alone. ...
At eight o'clock on a rainy night, the composition dripped on the swaying boat, and the curtain was gently tied on the curtain rope, following the arrival of the night god. I don't know whether it's wind or impatience, and I don't know if it's a rain freak, so I rushed into the curtain.
Naturally, there is no bird talk in this shady scene. But there is still a little flower fragrance. It doesn't matter where you come from. Kissing your hair and slipping through your clothes is always a bit messy. It doesn't care about rhythm.
Gently, slowly, wandering under the big tree on a rainy night, there is no street lamp here, because it is not a city and there is no starlight, which is covered by the night god. It seems that starlight is not allowed In the vast sea of people, only the night wind accompanies lonely people, waiting for tomorrow when is the time to crow?
Night God, please open your robe, let the stars cover the familiar sky, let them light the familiar lights for me, light up my heart, and let me find the way in the dark.
Don't laugh at me for being crazy, and don't call me a yellow boy. Young heart, which one wants to be persuaded?
On a rainy night, we should find the direction of our future home, because the stars are lit up!
A composition on a rainy night is like an ear in September, mostly covered by clouds; Clouds, like dark silk, are painted black at night.
A breeze blew through the bamboo forest by the lake, dispersing the dark clouds in the sky, and the golden disc appeared in the lake again. Another gust of wind passed, and the gold was divided into several sections, shaking from side to side, and then slowly closed.
After a while, the moon shadow separated again. It seems that it is not the wind, and the bamboo leaves are still quietly staying. It was a ship parked in the moonlight. A shadow moved to the bow, sat down, lit a pack of cigarettes and smoked. It is not difficult to find an old man from time to time with coughing. Smoking a cigarette, I saw the old man take out a fishing rod from behind and throw it into the lake, and the wind stopped. Only the half moon covered by the shadow and the red dot on the moon on the lake.
Somehow, the wind started again, not so gentle, but it passed quickly. The waning moon began to shake, and the bamboo leaves began to interweave together, making waves of "sand-sand-"sounds. After a while, it became the sound of raindrops. The waning moon has turned black, leaving only red spots.
A flash of lightning cut the black curtain, followed by a thunder, which stopped the original cicada and the red dot disappeared. Another cough lasted for a long time. ...
The rain stopped when the sun came out, and the residual rain on the bamboo leaves slowly dripped down, shaking the wet body when the cicada knew. On the shore, at the bow of a ship, there is a fishing rod, next to which is a tobacco pouch, and the red dot on it is slowly disappearing. ...
Composition on a rainy night 10 Summer night is very quiet, only drizzle flutters gently in the air and slowly falls to the ground.
Walking alone in the street, the rain has already erased the noise of the day, and only the cicadas chirping from time to time in the trees accompany me. In such a quiet world, you can think about everything, forget endless homework, and don't want to just listen to the sound of raindrops echoing in your ears, accompany me and take the upcoming exam.
Moonlight fell on the avenue and pond, and raindrops hit the pond, breaking the moonlight and showing a bit of heaviness. The wind is blowing gently, the rain is beating quietly, and the fragrance of lotus flowers in the pool is lingering slowly, which is refreshing and makes me yearn for it. There are a few raindrops on the lotus leaf, only to see them fall into the water slowly, like a slide, crystal clear, and have a unique charm against the pale pink lotus.
The rain is still falling, and the fresh fog is flying in the air, like white silk. In the moonlight, it looks gentle. I dragged my shadow and supported my umbrella, and my footsteps slowly appeared in this silent space. Looking into the distance, the orange lights flashed, and the houses seemed to be sleeping quietly, lying quietly in the moonlight.
When I got home, it was still raining outside the window, and the moonlight was still shining on the desk lamp on the table and on the unfinished test paper. I sat down helplessly and raised my pen.
A rainy night composition 1 1 drizzle is like tears in the sky. I think the beautiful strings are particularly clean and comfortable on this night.
I look quietly, sit quietly and think quietly. What are you thinking about? Think of the tranquility of the rain and fall gently; Think of the silence of the stars and breathe silently; Miss the dream of the mountain, the still mountain is covered with a quilt darker than the sky; I imagine the song of the moon, so clear; think ...
Plumes of smoke, piles of moonlight, a little drizzle, passing the lakes and mountains ... Those things and people in the past now come to mind one by one:
In the evening, the uncle who sells supper pushes his car to a crowded station. The eight-year-old boy took an umbrella: "Dad, can we go home early today?" My uncle smiled and I cried.
My brother and I play at home. When sleeping, mother joked with her little brother and said, "goodbye!" " The little brother cried and said, "Brother, don't go! Aunt, don't go! " Mom smiled: "Kun Kun is good, my brother and aunt are not leaving!" " "Thought of this, I smiled again.
Meteors across the sky, the pagoda under the sky is so quiet. Suddenly I was dressed-"Hey, Mom! When did you come? " I asked.
On this night, the rain plucked the strings, just like nature.
Composition on a rainy night 12 A warm beam of light passed through the gap in the window and obliquely hit the pool outside the window. The pool was slightly rippled by the rain, and layers of golden waves stung my eyes. It is raining harder and harder. I was walking alone on the road, and the pedestrians on the road cursed and hurried forward. In such an atmosphere, it can evoke happiness in my heart. Anyway, there is no one in the house, and the rain outside is with me.
"Zhi-"
The door was opened.
Is there nobody at home today? "Forget it, I'm used to it." Having said that, my hand still holds the cold key involuntarily. The stabbing pain in my body tells me that I will spend this long night alone again.
I threw myself on the bed and listened to my neighbor's laughter. A drop of warm and transparent liquid flowed down from the corner of my eyes, through my temples, into my hair and finally buried in the cold of my pillow. Why can't you stay with me? The heart is shouting and the hands are shaking.
Shouting is silent in the emptiness, and trembling stops in the warmth. Vaguely, a pair of warm hands touched my forehead, and I turned over and mumbled "Mom" in a few inaudible voices. A warm current flowed all over my body, and I fell asleep again in a daze.
I am a loveless child and grew up in a loveless environment. Being inarticulate, facial paralysis has become my synonym, but who knows, there is also a soft heart under the strong appearance. On this rainy night, I finally feel the warmth and happiness of home.
Composition on a rainy night 13 On the weekend night, I saw the sky was fine, so I went to the theater to watch a literary performance.
The performance was over, and as soon as I walked out of the gate, I heard the sound of running water. Wow, it's raining! What happened to this day? Too much like Monkey Sun's face-it changes when you say it!
I stood at the door, watching the continuous raindrops, and my heart was anxious and scared. "What should I do? If you rush out, you will not only get wet, but even get sick! Wait here, I'm afraid I'll have to wait until I live forever! " I said to myself, I am hesitant.
"Kid, want to go home! Come on, I'll bring you an umbrella! " At this time, a kind call came from the heavy rain. I looked intently and saw a short, well-dressed aunt organization calling me! This is the so-called timely help! I hurried over and hid under my aunt's umbrella.
"Where do you live?"
"New City Garden."
My aunt talked and laughed with me while walking. At this time, it is raining harder and harder. The wind tore at our clothes, the branches "dived" and the rain came at us. "Ha!" I sneezed suddenly. My aunt saw it and took off her coat and put it on for me. She kept nagging: "It's cold, put on more clothes!" " "Then hold me tightly in your arms.
I lean on menstruation, ah, this kind of feeling can only be felt in my mother.
We stepped on the muddy road in the wind and rain, and before I knew it, I had arrived home. "Aunt, your clothes are back!" I gave my clothes to my aunt. Suddenly, my finger touched her wet clothes. At this time, I discovered that my aunt was all wet. My eyes are blurred.
"Aunt, come in and sit down!"
"No, I have work to do!"
"That you call ..."
Before I could ask her name, she turned and disappeared in the rainy night. ...
Rainy night composition 14 Listening to the sound of rain, I can't help but slowly return to calm.
Yes! Here, in the dead of night and when people are quiet, who else will accompany me through the long night except this unexpected rain?
Since ancient times, there have been poems expressing feelings with poems, which are touching. Li Shangyin's "Two red mansions are cold in front, covered by rain, and a pearl screen lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home" describes the poet's deep affection. In the poetic tryst, a sigh shows how unforgettable this love is.
If "Spring Rain" is Li Shangyin's call for lovers, then "A note to friends in the north on a rainy night" is an infinite yearning for his wife. "When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night" is such a warm word. It's just that when I went to Qiu Lai in the spring, did the lovers wait for the Iraqi and pour out their worries together?
I have always thought that rain is very spiritual. Like countless elves, it landed on the earth waving fairy wand, in order to wash away all the filth in the world and give mankind a clean home.
Oh! Rain is falling all, you are my lover. We met in the silent night. You sing, I applaud. How warm the weather is. I really want to hold your hand, run in the moonlight with you, hum moving songs, and live a carefree and free life no matter what happens tomorrow.
Rain is falling all, are you an angel's tears? Did the four angels send you to pick me up and send manna to the earth?
Oh! Yes, it was an angel who sent me a good companion who stayed up late!
What is the composition of rainy night 15 "? No way! "I almost jumped out of bed. Mother told me that it was raining. Ah, I've been looking forward to the rain for many days, and the rain is sweet. I was just complaining about why God kept his eyes open and it rained heavily, so that people who slept on summer nights would not feel uncomfortable. Let the flowers and grasses exposed to the sun drink dew, and they will grow better and benefit mankind. . . .
Out of control, my love for rain is just lying by the window, quietly enjoying the summer rain.
Rain, a magical liquid. It decorated the beautiful scenery of this summer night. I can't imagine what a summer night would be like without the decoration of this rain. It must be hard.
Rain, like fallen leaves in autumn, is a note on a summer night and composes a cheerful movement.
Rain, my favorite. Although it will delay the time for me to go out with my friends and let me get soaked, it will bring me peace that should belong to summer nights, bring me a lot of reverie, make me sleep comfortably and let me think calmly on rainy nights. . . . . .
Rain is an indispensable part of my life (especially on summer nights).