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"La la la ......" rain, a pink umbrella under the two children in the lyrics, which has been divided into "male and female group" of the older The two children were singing lyrics under a pink umbrella, causing envy among the older brothers and sisters who have been divided into "male and female groups".
Childhood is a happy bird singing. Rain, falling on the ground that a rain flower, what a wonderful childhood ah! A few years later, I met him again under the rain. Remember, it was a rainy season, that day, I forgot to bring an umbrella, so no matter what, hard-headed, rushed home in the rain. On the way home, I saw that familiar figure. Isn't that the little boy who **** umbrella with me when I was a child? "Hey, Xiaoyu ...... wait for me ......" I seemed like seeing a savior, running to him like an arrow. "I forgot, to bring an umbrella, can you ......". I said under my breath. I looked at him, but he avoided my agonizing gaze, like a mouse seeing a cat. "Well, okay then!" He said a little reluctantly. Suddenly, two boys came from the side and they whistled with a meaning that was not yet apparent. I thought for a moment of that sensitive topic in the schoolyard. I sighed y for my presumption just now. "That ...... that ...... me, go first!" Before my words left my mouth, he interrupted me and said, "Bye!" I looked at his figure, I seem to think of what ...... rain, hit me, a gust of wind blew, obviously a little cool, I feel it stings my heart, I can not help but hit a cold rain water, hit me in the face, so that people can not distinguish between my face is tears or rain. But I know clearly, that is clearly tears, is that I am secretly in the crying, my eyes glittering with tears, like the waves in the sea dancing .......
I'm like a wounded deer, fawn climbing up the hill, letting out a loud cry, tears down my cheeks flowed down ...... I hate that kind of worldly eyes, male and female classmates can't be normal between them? "Ah--" The other side of the mountain echoed my cries .......
Essay on Memories in the Rain 2The rain, when it came, came so suddenly and so eagerly.
It just came down so silently, like smoke and powder.
Hometown of the green and black stone road, dripping with the most crisp memories of childhood, the most loud and clear memories, the most undulating memories of ...... the rows of drops falling from the eaves, splashing a flower in the depths of memory.
The rain, soundlessly drifting in the pile of rubble, branches and leaves in that open space, drenched the ground, drenched the room, drenched the ground. That gray mantle, in the light of the memory of the exit, constantly glowing, glowing ......
Like fog like rain, like rain like fog, lingering, entangled in my heart, that childhood memory ah! Raindrops in the potholes on the dirt road with blisters, rolling around, and as if sprinkled with countless pearls, really like "big pearls, small pearls fall jade disk" heh.
I tilted my face up and let the rain hit me, capturing the coolness of it. The air, the lingering flavor of the soil, echoed for a long time. Banana leaves, the refreshing fragrance, straight to the heart. Everything seems to have remained the same, and the images in the memory have appeared one by one, but this feeling has never come back.
The river, that accompanied me how many spring, summer, fall and winter of the river, has disappeared. This rain, can she be resurrected again, resurrected again in my heart, resurrected again in the memory of my years?
The sound of rain is still dripping, knocking on my once years, and all this is not the same thing but let me quietly, quietly away, away ......
My hometown.
I don't know from when, when I am in a bad mood, I always hope to find some comfort in the rain. In addition to the sound of rain around you can no longer hear anything else. The rain, indeed, has washed away a lot of my regrets.
Memories are always sweet, although there is often such and such reluctance, but the past has passed...
Grandmother's home is not far away from a small lake. The lake is really not big, the water is not very deep, but there is the place I longed for the most when I was a child. The water in the lake is very clear, but hardly see the fish. Maybe it's like the old saying: "water to clear then no fish". Children often visit there. Especially in summer, the whole day in the water do not feel tired.
The kids from my hometown were very good at water, but I was an exception. I've tried to go swimming more than once, but I'm embarrassed to say that I'm still a dry duck. I'm not the only one who has to prepare a swim ring every time I go there.
Playing tired, tired. A few people will climb ashore to chat together. At that time, I have a very interesting playmate, is a few children in the most naughty. When we are bored together, he always has a way to make everyone happy. He liked to make little jokes, and sometimes I would be baffled by his jokes.
I remember that time, I bought a popsicle. Put to the mouth just to eat, I heard someone behind me shouted my name. It was him. He had a pained expression on his face and looked like he was about to pass out. He said to me breathlessly, "I, I seem, I seem to have heat stroke." In a hurry, I immediately shoved the popsicle into his mouth and kept fanning him with my hand. After eating it, he made a face and ran away. At this time I realized that I was fooled by him, angry and helpless.
Since then, no matter what he said, I had to think about whether he was playing me again.
After returning from my grandmother's house, I started school soon after. I had no contact with him.
A long time later, I don't know how he got the phone number, but he called me at home. The first time I saw him, he said that he wanted to see me.
Another summer vacation, I went back to my grandmother's house. In summer, rain is most usual. On those days, it rained often and all at once for the whole day. Because of the rain, I never went to see him. In fact, I don't have much intention to go to him, how do I know if he wants to play me again.
So it was a long, long time. I have never seen him again. Then I realized that he had that terrible disease - leukemia. That cemetery in the pine forest has a new grave. His family, because of less him, also collapsed.
Whenever I think of this nightmare, the heartache of repentance always surrounds me. The more I struggle desperately, the more painful it becomes. I can't tell if I'm in a fantasy, or a reality, I only know that it has become the regret of my life ......
Dripping, it's raining again. Rain, how can you not wash this regret in my heart!
One night a few years ago, "the breeze dances with the rain", the evening breeze is peaceful, the rain is quiet. But for me it was the wind howling and thundering. The end of the final exam, I'm not too worried about the results of good or bad, but in thinking about the six years of elementary school, can no longer be undone ...
Just remember the school's main road was washed out by the water, the young and ignorant I do not know what to do, but also stupidly think that the rain stops for a while. Half an hour, I was anxious, my mother will definitely come to me, and I can not contact my mother, must be worried about me, the rain like beans hit, bullet-like rain can not help but make people anxious, I can not help but cry, my crying to early to attract the attention of no one, but it so happened that, today, Ms. Wang on duty, she heard my cries, sniffing, very curious about why I did not go, I told the whole story to the teacher, the teacher immediately decided to send me to the school, the teacher said, "I'm not going to go. The teacher immediately decided to send me to the concierge, then I went home eager, but also forgot to the teacher's fear, did not think about it agreed.
The playground is very large, a full 400 meters usually 200 meters have not been able to adhere to down, how can I withstand this long run? Can only walk slowly, walking, full of mud, I looked at the teacher's left shoulder is with dusty rain prints, clothes a moment to become a wet cloth. Teachers such as mother, the umbrella to me, the rain left to their own. Rain rustle, teacher-student love long, the teacher gave me a note to let me police and so on mother, waiting for the mother, turn around, Wang teacher has long disappeared in the storm, now I think, I was really not too much of a nuisance, Wang teacher that the frail body how can withstand the storm?
Walking on the familiar road of the alma mater, looking forward, I, looking at the new scenery, remembering the rich in the heart of the teachers and students.
The composition of memories in the rain 5Memories seem like a colorful stone, lying quietly beside the happy stream, each one has a story to tell. Now, let me tell you a memory in the storm.
The weather was good, the sun shone on the earth, the birds were very happy, singing a wonderful and beautiful `song' on the branches, my mood is also very comfortable, I rode my bike, humming a little tune in the wide square to play, just when I rode vigorously, just past a small car, whoosh, the red outer skin was I scraped a thin line of paint, revealing that the black inner layer, I was immediately I was stunned and got off my bike to take a closer look at the sedan. I thought to myself, no one will see me anyway, so I might as well take advantage of the opportunity to escape, but then I thought, no! If I left, the owner of the car is how angry and frustrated, so I stood there while waiting for the owner of the car to come to collect the car, while doing the mental preparation for being scolded, at this time, the sky is drizzling, but I have been insisting on waiting for someone to come to collect the car. More than an hour passed, an uncle wearing glasses finally came here, I know that he is the owner of the car, immediately told him what happened, but he smiled, said: "for the sake of you do not escape the sake of not let you accompany, I have insured. I listened and thanked him, and went away happily.
Memories are like this, not only to help you remember their own faults, but also allows you to understand some of the knowledge you can not learn in the memory.
"La la la ......" rain, a pink umbrella under the two children in the lyrics, which has been divided into "male and female group" of big brothers, big sisters envy. The envy of older brothers and sisters. Childhood is a happy bird singing. The rain, falling on the ground that up a rain flower, what a wonderful childhood ah!
A few years later, I met him again under the rain. I remember, it was a rainy season, that day, I forgot to bring an umbrella, so no matter what, hard head, top rain rush home. On the way home, I saw that familiar figure. Isn't that the little boy who **** umbrella with me when I was a child?
"Hey, Xiaoyu ...... wait for me ......" I seem to be like seeing a savior, like an arrow running to him. "I forgot, with an umbrella, can you ......". I said under my breath. I looked at him, but he avoided my painfully pleading gaze, like a mouse seeing a cat. "Well, okay then!" He said a little reluctantly. Suddenly, two boys came from the side, whistling, that meant nothing.
I thought for a moment of that sensitive topic of the campus. I sighed y for my earlier presumption. "Then ...... then ...... I, first go!" Before my words left my mouth, he interrupted me and said, "Bye!" I looked at his figure, I seem to think of something ......
Rain, hit me, a gust of wind blew, obviously a little cool, but I feel that it stings my heart, I can not help but hit a cold
Rain, hit me on the face, so that one can not distinguish between my face is tears or rain. But I know clearly, that is clearly tears, is that I am secretly in the crying, my eyes glittering with tears, like the waves in the sea in the dance ......
I am like a deer that has been injured, deer climbing up the hill, letting out a loud cry, the tears down my cheeks down ...... I hate that kind of worldly eyes, can't boys and girls socialize normally with each other?
"Ah--" My cries echoed from the other side of the mountain ......
Essay on Memories in the Rain 7It suddenly rained outside the window, wiping out the noise on the street. , everyone ran under the eaves and inside the houses to take shelter from the rain. The street, which was crowded a moment ago, suddenly became cold and quiet, as if the diary, which had been forgotten by people, was covered with dust again.
With the sound of rain, my thoughts drifted back to that day in fourth grade, when it was also raining.
"Fanfan, I'm going to collect my notice slip!" "Well then, come back early!" I ran out of the door as fast as I could and made my way to the street. Along the way, flowers smiled at me, birds sang to me, even the sun became lazy, the sunlight warmly sprinkled on my body. I have a kind of indescribable coziness in my heart. When I came to school, some students in the class immediately gathered around. "Hey, what do you say, did you do well in this final exam?" "I don't know!" Although I said this in my mouth, in my heart I had another thought: the questions in this final exam were a little too simple! Such simple questions, I don't believe that I still can't get into the top ten of the whole grade!
Soon, the teacher came, I suppressed the excitement in my heart, that is a kind of imperative grasp, that is not nervous is false, but filled the whole heart is not nervous, but proud.
"Little Red, 99!Little, 56......" Slow, very slow, very slow. The teacher was slow to read my own score. One, two, three ...... Finally, I heard my name. "Xiao Xiaoshine, 82.5...... "I froze, a loss in my heart: why did I do so poorly this time?
It was drizzling on the way home, and the coldness of the rain surrounded me, the flowers stopped smiling at me, and the birds stopped singing, I don't know what I was thinking about, anyway, my heart was very messy and chaotic.
Back home, I handed my report card to my mom, who didn't say anything, but I saw disappointment in her eyes, and then she handed it to my dad ...... I finally couldn't help it, and ran into my room and closed the door.
Outside the door, footsteps sounded.
"Xiao Xiao Xiao Xiao Xiao, I know, this exam you certainly did not seriously check." Mom's voice came through the crack in the door. "But you definitely tried hard! Xiao Xiaoshine, this one grade doesn't determine anything, so why are you so sad? Work harder on the next final exam, I'm sure, you'll be able to do well!" Mom said, will hand a loose, the report card slowly floated downstairs, by the rain wet ......
Outside the window, it is still raining, but it has become smaller. With still raining "pattering, pattering, pattering ......"
rain memories of the essay 8For a long time, I did not come to the willow side, but now I unknowingly came to the willow side, the sky is raining inexplicably heavy, I have a kind of impulse to want to get wet.
That time, the exam failed, sitting in the rain on the willow bench, clothes, hair all wet. Suddenly, there is no rain in the sky, I thought it stopped raining, look up, a small green umbrella in my head, look to the left, a figure wearing blue clothes, a head of black hair, a cherry-like small mouth it! Isn't this the student who transferred from our class? Too bad I don't remember her name. She looked at the score of my test paper, sat down, calmly told me, "What's the matter, you're so sad when you didn't do well, look at this willow tree, not afraid of the wind and rain, it's still growing." I came to a realization and pulled myself together. She lifted the corners of her mouth slightly and talked to me in detail about her experiences as a child. We began to play, she, the rain stopped, and before she left, I gathered my courage and said to her what I had hesitated to say for a long time, I blushed and said to her, "Let's be best friends forever, okay?" The corners of her mouth lifted and she nodded. Unfortunately, she, however, left me after one year in our school, and as the years went by, we gradually became more and more distant, gradually becoming more and more strange.
I do not know when, the bench sat two more girls, a girl pointed at me and said, "That sister cried." The other little girl said, not tears, but rain. I touched my cheeks and couldn't tell if it was tears, or rain.
I walked away slowly, leaving a few lines of footprints, that she, left a mark on my heart.
The composition of memories in the rain 9Another rainy day, the sky fell a say big nor big, say small nor small autumn rain. Looking at the continuous fall rain, I can not help but think: another year has passed. I still remember that year, it was the year we were about to enter the stage of small middle school. It was the last time we played in our childhood, because our childhood is coming to an end.
That day, we were catching shrimps in the river. When we were tired, we sat under the old tiled house under the big orange tree and rested under the stone pier. Suddenly, there were a few loud thunders in the sky. We were all startled. Immediately afterward, the wind blew furiously, yellow sand was raised, and fallen leaves were blown to the sky by the wind. We were on the stone pier, raised our palms and stood up, letting the gale hit us head on and experiencing the coolness that this gale brought. We ran, chased and shouted in the wind, having fun. Too late, a few bean-sized raindrops hit us. We felt a cold, wet, numbing pain all over our bodies. We screamed even more happily! After a while, because the rain was too heavy, we had to hide on the stone pier under the old tiled house and sit down to wait for the rain to stop. Soon the rain became heavy. We watched as a few bean-sized drops of rain turned into a downpour of rain curtains, and a gust of wind made a magnificent sight. We watched the rain in silence, lost in contemplation. And now, now I was also in contemplation. I lie down in front of the window, looking at the pattering rain, reveling in this beautiful rain scene. Stretching out my hand, a cold feeling came toward my body. This beautiful autumn rain, evoked my beautiful memories. This beautiful rain, how many people are obsessed with you? It's just too many to count.
I hope that the memories of this rain will always stay in this autumn rain. The sky is drizzly, and the rain seems to fly down from the sky as if it were an elf, little by little, drop by drop, and on and on. The water droplets on the old tiled house formed a series of water droplets along the tiles. Crystalline, snow-white, bright and clear ...... And in this rain, there are even better memories...
Essay on Memories in the Rain 10"Clatter, clatter, clatter!" It was raining, it was raining so hard that people raised their umbrellas, and I stood in a small pavilion by the lotus pond, enjoying the rain. People come and go by the lotus pond, and the lotus flowers in the rain sway in the wind, as if waving to the pedestrians. Passers-by hold umbrellas, a colorful umbrella makes the lotus pond seems to be surrounded by a layer of lace. Looking at the various umbrellas, I remembered the umbrella my friend left me at home. My friend's name is He Lixian, nicknamed "Little Mudbud" because she is dark and loves to play in the mud, so she is called "Little Mudbud". We flew kites together in the spring, swam together in the summer, walked down a leafy golden avenue in the fall, and ran marathons together in the winter. The story of the day my friend gave me the umbrella begins with that day. That day, my mom kept telling me in the morning to bring an umbrella, it might rain in the afternoon, and I was in a hurry to go to school, so I forgot my umbrella. In the afternoon, after school, "Clatter, clatter, clatter!" The rain was pouring down, and "Little Mudbud" came over to me: "Hee hee! You don't have an umbrella, do you want to be a pig in soup?" I was so angry that I stared at the big eyes, at this time, I saw the school began to be less people, anxious as the ants on the hot pot, tears in my eyes. "Let's go!" "Little Mudbud" pulled me by the corner of my shirt and said, "We live close to each other, let's go back together!" And so, we were all together with a little blue umbrella, laughing and joking along the way! "Yo! Lyric Qian, got wet! It's all because of this carelessness, letting you freeze!" I gave an embarrassed smile! "Don't laugh!" Mom said angrily, "Why don't you find some clothes for her to change into?" I found a coat for her to change into, and after changing into my coat, she ran home and left her umbrella at my house.
The next day, I took the umbrella back to school, want to return the umbrella to the "little mud". But "little mud" did not come, I thought she was sick, ran to her home to see her, but no one at home, but there is a letter she left me, she said, her father's work has mobilized, so she and her father went to the border, may not come back, the umbrella is given to me, as a souvenir! Lost to know cherish, this sentence, I finally understand. When I look back, I am always in a calm mood, I lost my best friend. From the moment she left, I suddenly felt like there was something missing, walking on the road, ears echoing the laughter of the past, to the school, in front of her playful appearance. This is because of this, that umbrella, became my most valuable thing, nothing, I will gently touch her, let the tears fall on the umbrella, quietly, broken ...... I think, although we are separated by thousands of miles, but, no matter how far apart, our friendship will never be restricted, will continue forever, is not it?