One day, I was doing my homework at home. Suddenly, the sky turned dark, people felt very stuffy, so that people through the air, the spider weaved vertical webs, ants began to move, small fish jumped around in the water, frogs also called croak. At this time, there was a gust of wind, the trees shook in the wind, a branch like a wildly dancing whip, beating, whistling, some of the dead leaves have fallen.
The thick clouds in the sky are like waves rolling in. The storm is coming, suddenly, the sky crossed a lightning, followed by "rumbling" hit a thunder. All of a sudden, the pea-like rain came roaring down like the floodwaters of the Heavenly River breaking its banks. Adults and children like fish struggling in the water, big cars and small cars like the water shuttle boat, rainwater from the tile into the small puddle, splashing a splash.
Gradually, the wind stopped, the fish lived, the streets were like washed, the air was extraordinarily fresh, making people extra comfortable.
2. Describe the scene when it rains diary 400 wordsEarly in the morning, when I was still in the warm nest sweet comfortable sleep lazily, outside the window "rustle" sound uninterruptedly ringing, was woken up, look out the window, it was raining, the road is wet, the rain from the sky pour down, in front of my eyes down, down, down, down, down. It was pouring down from the sky. My heart trembled slightly, the mood is also with the rain in front of me is also soothing up, for a long time did not properly appreciate a rainy day scenario, feel the fragrance of the rain, the rain of warmth, the rain of the unusual.
At a very young age, about the beginning of the first year, there is a strong love for rain, there is a kind of ineffable love for the rainy day. I like to write articles about rainy days; I like to walk along the garden path with an umbrella in the drizzle; I like to feel and see the scene in the rain; I like to put up my pen and write an article about the rain when the rain comes, it is intriguing, I love the rain, I love the rain; I like to stand in front of the window and watch the rain fall from the sky, the rain in mid-air to form a beautiful arc, and I love to listen to the sound of rain with my heart. Listen to the sound of the rain with your heart, it is a different feeling and cozy.
Rainy days are filled with so many memories.
My stories are all about rain, and the scenes that happened on the rainy day keep coming back to me.
Rain marks, rain thoughts, rain everything.
A boy who fell in love with a rainy day.
How fresh and heartfelt the air is on a rainy day.
Like to walk on the green grass after the rain purified and moisturized, feel the nature's most simple and warm breath. Look at the dewdrops on the grass, is not the general verdant, full of vitality.
To recognize her, it was a rainy day. The rain witnessed us from acquaintance to love, our story happened in the rain, the rain has us hand in hand holding the shadow of a walk together. On rainy days, we think about how deep our thoughts are. The rainy night, more than one heart and thoughts.
The time when there is rain, we are happy to love each other.
When everything about the rain was destroyed by the merciless reality of the break, when she left without saying anything.
The rainy day before the breakup, alone in the rain, the heart was drenched.
The imprint of rain crippled, a rainy day alone.
Walking alone, watching the clouds roll in.
Looking up at the rainy sky, confused and lost.
So disappeared in the rain, like Sun Yanzi's "rainy day", the more you listen to the heart more penetrating.
Those rainy days are like a cloud of smoke.
In the past, those moments when the rain fell, I completely lost myself, and your distant back, I still remember.
The familiar voice has not disappeared at the end of the century, and I still feel that it is so close to me.
When you go after the rainy day, who will sympathize with my rainy day, a person's lonely emotions.
Break up in that rainy day, but you do not know how to stay, the moment you left.
The rain flew, holding an umbrella, looking for had all gone through the footprints.
Vehicles, rolled up rain, from my side sped past. Walking in the center of the city, there is no direction, the rain keeps falling.
A person's rainy day, searching, waiting for another girl who fell in love with the rainy day.
3. It's raining essay an essay describing the scene when it rains and after the rain don't describe the spring rain1. Rain The sound of rain rattling outside the window, the students who are wrinkling their brows and thinking about it, seem to be disrupted by the thought process, and they have to raise their heads and gibberish a few words of complaint. Indeed, the rain is sometimes very annoying, but it also has its lovely. Whether it's the drizzle that falls in the spring, or the sudden night rain in the fall. As long as we listen to it, understand it, I believe everyone will have a different flavor. Put down the pen in hand, concentrate on feeling today's night rain, found that it is different from the poem described in the "Tianjie Xiaoyu" like a moist and crispy long, but also different from the "South Lake Autumn Rain" of the cold and lonely. Tonight's rain is sometimes big and sometimes small, it is difficult to catch, through the street lights look, slightly recognizable that the tall banana, in the rain bath, there is a kind of "rain on the banana" mood, more "Bashan night rain" of the dismal and soul, osmanthus tree flowers have long been tortured to Only a few sporadic, the ground soaked osmanthus may be chanting a "into the mud more protective flowers" it. Rain is the solace of our heart troubles, every time the heart is complicated, moody, rain can always wipe out all the unevenness in the bottom of the heart. I really want to take off the shoes, put on a straw raincoat, barefoot walking in the rain, feel Mr. Dong Po's "why not chant and walk slowly" of the dashing and romantic. The rain seems to be the spirit of the earth, understand the human feelings and troubles. And we are also fond of rain, every time there is rain, we can always send out some feelings. Rain seems to be able to tear off the masks of life and release the true self. Maybe the sky is not the same everywhere, so the rain is not the same everywhere. The sky in Jiangnan is beautiful, and the rain is always soft, similar to the "wet apricot blossom rain", as if it is tainted with the habits of Jiangnan. As long as it is not affected by typhoons, the rain in Jiangnan is always slow enough to mesmerize people, slow enough to make people lingering. The northern sky is rough, sandy weather is often there, so the rain in the north is not like the rain in the south of the Yangtze River so sentimental and lingering, the rain in the north is always with the loess plateau of the heavy and solid, such as meteors to hit the ground, splashing a lot of muddy water, so even if you wear rainproof shoes is not helpful, can not escape the fate of the change of clothes. A place of rain seems to create a person's character, Jiangnan rain in my opinion is too soft, although it can also be thought-provoking, but more a few points of bookishness, and ultimately less of the north of the bold and domineering. Bathed in the rain in the north of the Mongolian iron horsemen once swept across the Eurasian continent, and will be living in the south of the prosperous Southern Song Dynasty conquered. The sky looks like a big sieve, and the rain is pouring endlessly onto the earth. In the distance, the houses were covered in rain and could not be seen clearly. Just as I was attracted by the rain, a gale suddenly blew, the wind blew away the dense rain and turned it into rain mist, shaking the trees and making a big vibration on the roof. The world of rain became lively, the wind chased the rain, the rain chased the wind, the wind and the rain and united to play ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ Gradually, the wind weakened. But as far as the eye can see, the rain is still coming down, and it may last for many days. The raindrops fall from the eaves like broken beads and blossom on the ground. "Rustle, rustle, rustle," the rain continued to fall. "Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba", big raindrops fall and hit the bright glass window. Looking out of the window, the sky and the earth looked like an incredibly wide pearl curtain, and it was hard to see anything. The rain falls on the ground, splashing a splash, beautiful. The rain flowed down the eaves of the house, at first like broken pearls, but gradually became a line. The water on the ground became more and more, forming a small stream. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and quietly looking out, it was as if the legendary rain world had descended to earth. The ground splashed one by one crystal water, how pure, how wonderful! The more the water accumulated, finally a "small stream" ran into the distance hand in hand. People walked along the street with colorful umbrellas, as if flowers were blooming on the water. Looking into the forest, the water seemed to have red, yellow, gold, green, blue ...... colors, too many to count! Rain has been falling, but gradually smaller, and no longer the momentum of a moment ago. Pedestrians on the road slowly more and more, but all with umbrellas, who knows when this rain stops?3, a person's rainy day a person's rainy day, the heart, although drenched, but those beautiful sorrows and smiles, is still accompanied by a wet scene, feel the fragrance of the rain, the rain's warmth. Early in the morning, when I was still in the warmth of the nest sweet and comfortable sleep lazily, the window "rustle" sound uninterruptedly ringing, was woken up, look out the window, it was raining, the road is wet, the rain poured down from the sky in front of my eyes down, down. My heart trembled slightly, the mood is also with the rain in front of me is also comfortable, for a long time to appreciate a rainy day scenario, feel the fragrance of the rain, the rain of warmth, the rain of the unusual. At a very young age, about the beginning of the first year, there is a strong love for the rain, there is a kind of ineffable love for the rainy day. I like to write articles about rainy days; I like to walk along the garden path with an umbrella in the drizzling rain, to feel and see the scene in the rain; I like to put my pen to paper and write an article about the rain when the rain comes, which is intriguing, and I love to send it to the rain, and I love to melt it in the rain; I like to stand in front of the window and watch the rain fall from the sky, and the rain creates a beautiful arc in mid-air, and I love to listen to the sound of rain with my heart, and I love to listen to the sound of rain with my heart. Listen to the sound of the rain with your heart, is a different feeling and cozy. Rainy days are full of memories. My story is all about rain, and a scene that happened on a rainy day keeps coming back to my mind. Rain marks, rain thoughts, rain everything. A boy in love with rainy days. The air on a rainy day is so fresh and refreshing. I like to walk on the green grass purified and moisturized by the rain and feel the most simple and warm breath of nature. Look at the dewdrops on the grass, is a different kind of green, full of vitality. I met her on a rainy day. Rain witnessed us from acquaintance to love, our story happened on a rainy day, the rain has us hand in hand holding the shadow of a walk together. The rainy days, we think.
4. to rain as the theme of describing the scene when it rains to write a small essay about 200 wordsListen, the rain fell on the green tile, is a crisp bell-like knocking sound, without pretense, the sound of the rain is indeed a wonderful music, she is more than jazz soothing, more than the flute mellifluous, and not inferior to the saxophone depth, such as the concerto like a harmony, harmony, but the burst of shocking power, like a general commanding Like a general commanding an army of thousands of horses, and like a lover pouring out his heart. This invisible musical genius is temperamental and temperamental. Just now gently beat everything, soft and gentle, but suddenly lost patience, a sharp rain, soughing from the sky. Just when you suspect that such a violent rain is full of malice, she is steeply convergence posture, kissing the flowers. At this time, the cloud breaks, suddenly released a pie of heavenly light, rain feet suddenly closed. Countless crystal water droplets, such as softened jade, was left in the heart of the stamens and leaves, full as amorous from the darkness of the peeper's eyes.
When everything returns to silence, but the heart ripples constantly, admire the rain to create a beautiful music talent, so that the mind in nature to be sublimated. The rain washes away the dust and dirt of the world, making everything suddenly glow with a new look, but they are transformed into a stream, let it flow gently through the forest. After the baptism of spring rain, the grass is green and endless, and peach blossoms are thick with dew. Pavilion green bamboo, clear and unassuming, up full of the vitality of the dome of the sky; the quiet green mountains, cool eyes and clear heart, full of tough and simple nature
I do not know when, and then started the rain, the rain is not resting. She fell from the sky, bringing longing and hope. Her purity inspires people to renew themselves and sincerely abandon all vices. People are the most spiritual of all, desperately yearning for and defending the beautiful. Returning to nature, in a sacred place, everything is in impeccable harmony. After the storm baptism of the mind, will still wantonly destroy the ingenious natural scenery?
Rain, there is such a beautiful, it is different from the warm spring breeze, such as the grass, no willow bank, the wind and moon of the bleak. However, her purity, rationality all the time in the sensitization of mankind, finally condensed into this piece of ancient painting
5. Primary school 400 words describing the rain of the composition1 ancient poetry if that tree, rain is the tree's sweet source.
We appreciate poetry, rain is worth playing. Those rainwater brewing sweet rain, hear and see.
Rain in sorrow, rain in joy, gain also rain, loss also fall rain, warm rain, cold rain, love also rain, hate also rain, love and rain, sadness and rain ...... All seasons of the year, white and day, the unchanging pattering, dripping, repairing the magical notes to awaken the vitality of nature, the gift of all creatures, lively on earth. Early spring sprouting, there is that good little rain style descending: "Tianjie Xiaoyu Run as crispy, grass color distant look near but no", so moist light dust and not wet clothes of the rain gave birth to the grass color, fine, silky, if there is nothing between them will be set up the color of the absolute beauty of the poetic.
"Good rain knows the season, when spring is happening", good rain is good rain! When everything needs her, she will come, and "with the wind into the night, silently", intended to moisturize the spring rain chose not to hinder people's work at night quietly descended, which is to let people rejoice in the character of the spring rain; leeching after dusk, the grass and trees new, all the way to the green water and green mountains walked through the clouds suddenly rise, fly tail low point, summer rain! Bring is eye-pleasing "wind over the lotus leaf cup pour dew, rain washed pomegranate color is more red", look at the village girl picking diamond lotus umbrella, shepherd boy drunken hand to help the pine, and after the creek next to the laugh look at the lying rainbow, is still a peasant play rain of ink, so that people endless linger; "autumn rain shocked the dust, the new cool net summer, the clouds and the sky is the first to check! ", the field of autumn rain to get a new cool, sigh, the flowers want to thin, the leaves have been yellow; winter rain is not reserved, "how many spring and autumn of life, to stay a winter, how can not help charming broken east wind, a few embellish azalea red in the rain"...... rain into the poems will have the The rain has a spiritual quality to it. The rain is continuous, such as sitting in the Zen self-talk, listening to the sound of rain, such as songs like crying.
The rain knows people's intentions, the rain understands the flavor: "The young man listening to the rain song upstairs, the red candle dim 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 step in front of a drop to the sky", the wisps of rain tells how much of life's enlightenment; "last night's rain and wind, thick sleep does not consume the residual wine.
Ask the people who rolled up the curtain, but said the begonias are still the same. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. I'm not sure if I know what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure if I know. Should be green, fat, red and thin", the wind and rain between the night rain can also say that the heart of the moment of the throbbing; "spring water than the sky, the painted boat listening to the rain sleep", the sound of the rain can let you ignore the endless strife in the world? The rain into the poetry will have feelings.
"Fine rain fish out, the breeze swallow oblique", the other time of the rain pleasant and gentle; "cold rain even the river night into the Wu, Pingming send guests Chushan loneliness" at the moment the cold rain of sadness and low; "wet clothes want to wet apricot blossom rain, blow face Not cold willow wind", this rain is idle and leisurely, all kinds of poetry described rain situation you can ever experience? 2 Accompanied by the sound of a few alarming tired, summer, then roared away, but I did not expect, the fall will fall from the raindrops - although the raindrops lingering, gentle. I had thought that the breeze would send the fall to me, so I could walk in the wind and kiss the fall, but a rain doused the fire of hope in my heart.
The rainy season in the fall, depression, lonesome, just as my rainy season, untimely. The life of the junior high school, no longer have a poem, the sky of the junior high school, only low small.
The fantasies of the flowering season are all obliterated by the junior high school. The first thing I did was to get the chance to see the newest version of the same thing, and then I was able to see the newest version of the same thing, and then I was able to see it.
In the evening, the rain fell again in front of the window. The dimly lit room and the humid air suffocated me.
The sky can not accommodate the rain, so let it descend to the earth, to be an angel on earth, but it makes me confused ...... lifted the curtains, I wanted to look at the misty scenery, but the rain, but blocked my line of sight, so I can not see the far away. The tears that are crying out for help are at this moment, pouring out.
Just like the rain outside the window, I don't know when it will end. It's the same as when the curtain came down, and its black claws enveloped the earth.
The rain outside the window is still falling, it is a dissonant tune. The sky was as black as silk, terribly cloudy, the big world, as if I was the only one left, fear, loneliness, confusion spread in the air.
Rain, is it crying for me? If so, it will be a black elegy ...... Turning over the childhood diary, slowly touching the hand on the paper imprints, originally full of children's past, at this time but let me heartbroken, the loss of those memories, such as rain, such as water, such as smoke, such as a dream, and never return. Lost seed I do not know when has been buried deep in my heart, after the rain watering, melancholy plucked section, confusion is crazy growth.
...... I woke up, the rain has stopped, the sunrise in the fall, smiling in the sky, outside the window of the sparrow, but also for the rain after the refreshing and cheering. Everything is beautiful.
Including my mood. Suddenly I woke up to the realization that it is the rain that breeds rainbows, and it is the rain that breeds new life.
And the rainy season of fall, my rainy season, was nothing more than a prologue, or rather, an interlude. Thanks to the rain, I did a spiritual baptism.
In the future, I will no longer hesitate, and no longer wander ......3 Gentle Rain The autumn of Jiangnan feels the same as the summer - green trees and red flowers. There isn't much rain in the fall, and even if there is, it's just timely rain that doesn't fall for too long.
Probably too much like the rain, I always want to see the rain in the fall. On this day, I finally got to wait for it.
The clouds in the sky were very impatient, all gathered together, covering the whole sky. The sky began to be gray and gloomy, which made people's mood fall to the bottom at once.
Then, bunch after bunch of rain fell from the sky, fell on the pond, fell on the old road, fell on the roof. The rain jumped mischievously on people's heads, and the people on the road had to block the sudden rain with books or other objects.
They must be thinking in their hearts: this rain is really naughty! Rain can not care so much, they are still they wantonly, so debauchery. The rain fell on a special kind of house in the south of the Yangtze River - this kind of house has a triangular roof, which can make the rainwater flow down smoothly.
Sure enough, the raindrops slide down, "snap" sound, clear and loud. There was more of a view from the eaves.
The rain flowed down softly, forming a rain curtain. Like the Huaguo Mountain Waterfall Cave, but not as raging as it is, the rain curtain is gentle; the rain rushed the leaves down, as a painting full of stars, but not as it is limited to one frame, the rain curtain is varied; the sound of falling down to make the rain come down like a musical fountain, but it does not have a flood of sound, it is only the sound of leisurely and easy to ...... rain continue to It was raining, I went upstairs and was shocked, the whole city was filled with smoke, such as in the Peach Blossom Garden! Getting in the smoke, is hazy cover eyes; roof smoke, is ethereal and volatile.
Looking up, I saw that the pale blue, pale blue sky had hung a curved moon. The clouds in the sky were white, gray, black and pink.
Very nice. After the rain, the leaves of the trees were green and blue, unfolding as much as they could, as if they were utilizing the last of the light for photosynthesis.
The robins were also singing loudly in the grass, as if they wanted to compete for the last concert. The birds are also flocking in search of food.
In the evening, the street was full of people returning from work, some carrying baskets, some carrying will, and some carrying baskets. Each one of them was in a hurry to return home.
The evening was beautiful! The air is so fresh in the evening after the rain that I stepped out of the house and breathed in greedily. I looked up and saw that a curved moon was already hanging in the pale blue, pale blue sky.
The clouds in the sky were white, gray, black, and pink. It was very beautiful.
The leaves of the trees were turquoise and green after the rain, unfolding as best they could, as if they were using the last of the light for photosynthesis. The robins are also singing loudly in the grass, as if they want to compete with each other for the last concert.
The birds are also flocking to find food. The streets in the evening were full of people coming back from work, some carrying baskets, some carrying this, and some carrying baskets.
All of them were in a hurry to return home.
This would be a great opportunity for the people to see what they would like to see in the evening! In the evening after the rain, the air was so fresh that I stepped out of the house and breathed in greedily.
Looking up, I saw that the pale blue sky has hung a curved moon. The clouds in the sky were white, gray, black and pink.
Very nice. After the rain, the leaves of the trees were green and blue, unfolding as much as they could, as if they were utilizing the last of the light for photosynthesis.
The robins were also singing loudly in the grass, as if they wanted to compete for the last concert. The birds are also flocking in search of food.
In the evening, the street was full of people returning from work, some carrying baskets, some carrying will, and some carrying baskets. Each one of them was in a hurry to return home.
The evening was beautiful! The air is so fresh in the evening after the rain that I stepped out of the house and breathed in greedily. I looked up and saw that a curved moon was already hanging in the pale blue, pale blue sky.
The clouds in the sky were white, gray, black, and pink. It was very beautiful.
The leaves of the trees were turquoise and green after the rain, unfolding as best they could, as if they were using the last of the light for photosynthesis. The robins are also singing loudly in the grass, as if they want to compete with each other for the last concert.
The birds are also flocking to find food. The streets in the evening were full of people coming back from work, some carrying baskets, some carrying this, and some carrying baskets.
All of them were in a hurry to return home.
This would be a great opportunity for the people to see what they would like to see in the evening! In the evening after the rain, the air was so fresh that I stepped out of the house and breathed in greedily.
Looking up, I saw that the pale blue sky has hung a curved moon. The clouds in the sky were white, gray, black and pink.
Very nice. After the rain, the leaves of the trees were green and blue, unfolding as much as they could, as if they were utilizing the last of the light for photosynthesis.
The robins were also singing loudly in the grass, as if they wanted to compete for the last concert. The birds are also flocking in search of food.
In the evening, the street was full of people returning from work, some carrying baskets, some carrying will, and some carrying baskets. Each one of them was in a hurry to return home.
The evening was beautiful! The air is so fresh in the evening after the rain that I stepped out of the house and breathed in greedily. I looked up and saw that a curved moon was already hanging in the pale blue, pale blue sky.
The clouds in the sky were white, gray, black, and pink. It was very beautiful.
The leaves of the trees were turquoise and green after the rain, unfolding as best they could, as if they were using the last of the light for photosynthesis. The robins are also singing loudly in the grass, as if they want to compete with each other for the last concert.
The birds are also flocking to find food. The streets in the evening were full of people coming back from work, some carrying baskets, some carrying this, and some carrying baskets.
All of them were in a hurry to return home.
This would be a great opportunity for the people to see what they would like to see in the evening! In the evening after the rain, the air was so fresh that I stepped out of the house and breathed in greedily.
Looking up, I saw that the pale blue sky has hung a curved moon. The clouds in the sky were white, gray, black and pink.
Very nice. After the rain, the leaves of the trees were green and blue, unfolding as much as they could, as if they were utilizing the last of the light for photosynthesis.
The robins were also singing loudly in the grass, as if they wanted to compete for the last concert. The birds are also flocking in search of food.
In the evening, the street was full of people returning from work, some carrying baskets, some carrying will, and some carrying baskets. Each one of them was in a hurry to return home.
The evening was beautiful! The air is so fresh in the evening after the rain that I stepped out of the house and breathed in greedily. I looked up and saw that a curved moon was already hanging in the pale blue, pale blue sky.
The clouds in the sky were white, gray, black, and pink. It was very beautiful.
The leaves of the trees were turquoise and green after the rain, unfolding as best they could, as if they were using the last of the light for photosynthesis. The robins are also singing loudly in the grass, as if they want to compete with each other for the last concert.
The birds are also flocking to find food. The streets in the evening were full of people returning from work, some carrying baskets, some carrying this, and some carrying baskets.
All of them were in a hurry to return home.
This would be a great opportunity for the people to see what they would like to see in the evening! In the evening after the rain, the air was so fresh that I stepped out of the house and breathed in greedily.
Looking up, I saw that the pale blue sky has hung a curved moon. The clouds in the sky were white, gray, black and pink.
Very nice. After the rain, the leaves of the trees were green and blue, unfolding as much as they could, as if they were utilizing the last of the light for photosynthesis.
The robins were also singing loudly in the grass, as if they wanted to compete for the last concert. The birds are also flocking in search of food.
In the evening, the street was full of people returning from work, some carrying baskets, some carrying will, and some carrying baskets. Each one of them was in a hurry to return home.
The evening was beautiful! The air is so fresh in the evening after the rain that I stepped out of the house and breathed in greedily. I looked up and saw that a curved moon was already hanging in the pale blue, pale blue sky.
The clouds in the sky were white, gray, black, and pink. Very nice.
I remember that it was a summer afternoon, the rain was falling outside the window, the rain fell in the puddles, there was a circle of ripples. I stayed home alone, listening to music, reading novels, drinking milk tea, not to mention how cozy!
"Knock, knock, knock", the wonderful music appeared in the discordant sound, listen carefully, ah, someone knocked on the door.
I ground running to the door and asked, "Who is it?" "I'm here to fix the plumbing." The person at the door answered.
Oh! It turned out to be the uncle of the workers to repair the water pipe ah, Dad just called in the morning, and now came, the service is really thoughtful! So, I with a heart full of gratitude and joy ready to open the door, but the hand just touched the cold door lock, I hesitated ...... I'm a girl at home, so let strangers in, is not ...... mom and dad every day in the ear command: "A person at home do not let strangers in, now the society is very chaotic ...... "Recall the tragic situation of home invasion robbery and murder on TV, I am more afraid to open the door. These tiny voices gradually converged in my mind, wanting me to yell: "Don't open the door! Don't open the door!"
"Knock, knock, knock", knocking on the door again, there is no way, I had to stammer a lie: "I ...... I'm alone in... . at home, the door was counter ...... unlocked." Perhaps he thought it was unlikely that a child would be unlocked at home, so he said with a little annoyance, "How is this child of yours like this? It's raining so hard, and I've come to fix the plumbing in your house, open the door!" I hesitated and made no sound. So, with disappointment and resentment, he stared at the pouring rain and walked away