At night, the sky is raining heavily, the rain is getting bigger and bigger, look up to the sky, and see the clattering rain "pouring" down, so that I understand more what is called "pouring rain". When I looked at the ground, I saw that the water had "poured" out in just a moment, and when I looked at the ground again, there was already about 3 centimeters of water on the ground. I was running on the water with my shoes on! The water on the ground "splashed" on my body, but it was so cool. But this cool feeling reminds me of a moment I don't want to remember ......
That time, my mom held me in her arms and went to the hospital to visit my brother-in-law, who was lying in a hospital bed, in the rain. Brother-in-law in his sleep, the heart sometimes beating, sometimes not, the doctor said, brother-in-law is now very dangerous, need to do surgery, to get together a large sum of money. At that time. Our family was not very rich, mom could only go to borrow money in the rain.
This day, I can not remember how many times mom fell in the rain! But mom didn't even grunt. Until she fell again, she was holding me in her hands accidentally also fell to the ground. This fall had two major injuries, one was that mom broke her jaw and the other was that I broke my jaw. Mom rushed into the hospital without saying a word and took me for treatment. Who knows, the doctor said that the fracture was too serious and that I would have to stay in the hospital. And mom still have to go to borrow money, at this time, is the old home to earn money father learned of my situation, rushed from the old home to Shenjiamen, so that mom to take care of me, while dad himself to borrow money.
I finally got well under my mom's meticulous care, but became non-verbal. Mom tried everything to make me talk more, but I still had so few words. It wasn't until my brother-in-law got well that I spoke more.
Later, we took a family photo together. The family photo shows us smiling! But no one knows that there is a story behind this family photo. ......
2. In the rain as the theme of the essay, 800 words
like the rain, like the rainy days, like the rain in the me.
Just because, in the rain, I can get away from the troubled world; in the rain, I find the lost me; in the rain, the loneliness is mine, the serenity is mine, and in this lonely moment, I belong to myself only. When it rains, I always like to walk in the rain, to capture the charm of 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, raindrops 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 an umbrella of fine rain, hold an umbrella of loneliness.
3. ." In the rain'' as the title, write an essay.In the evening, I was playing in the garden when suddenly a drop of water fell into my hand, followed by a second and a third drop ...... It was raining! The rain got heavier all of a sudden, and I couldn't go home, so I had to hide under someone's roof. The scene in the rain reminds me of the hours ......
When I was five years old, I was still in kindergarten, where I was accompanied by a teacher, and I felt very happy.
One day after school, the children are leaving one after another, my mother did not come to pick me up, I was in the kindergarten waiting stupidly. The sky gradually darkened, the sun was driven away, the earth seems to be swallowed by the darkness. The sky suddenly started to rain, the wind was strong and cold, which froze the thin me to shiver. The rain got heavier and heavier, and as soon as I came into the rain, I had a feeling of a million arrows piercing through my heart, like ice piercing through my heart. I don't know how long it took, but a beautiful woman came up to me, it was her, Ms. Yang! Teacher Yang smiled and asked me, "Why don't you go home yet?" "Mom ...... Mom didn't come." "Oh, then what are you doing?" "Waiting for mom." "It's dangerous for you to be alone, then I'll accompany you!" With that, Mr. Yang stayed with me. With everyone gone, the empty room was terribly quiet, and I felt warm only when I was near Mr. Yang. After waiting for a few minutes, Ms. Yang saw that my face was a little green, so she asked kindly, "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" I stammered, "Good ..... Good ...... good cold ...... cold ......" Ms. Yang saw the situation, without saying a word, took off her coat a hand to me to put on: "Still cold?" "No." Roadside lights up, mom has not come, my tears squeezed out: "Mom has not come ...... wow wow ...... wow ...... "Teacher Yang immediately comforted me:" Do not cry, your mother will come, do not cry ah, good ...... "In order to let me not cry, Teacher Yang picked me up, gently rocking, not long ago, I actually fell asleep. I snuggled in Yang teacher's arms like a small ball ......
About seven o'clock, my mother came to pick me up, it turned out that my mother went to the meeting it, my mother is very grateful to Yang teacher so care for me, Yang teacher smiled and said: "Nothing, this is what we teachers should do. " Ah, Mr. Yang watched over me for an hour in the rain ......
The rain went down, and I grabbed the opportunity to run back home. Now, as long as it rains, I seem to see Mr. Yang smiling and walking toward me ......
<<; Memories in the Rain>>
4. Write a rainy day essayRain
Really like rainy days, from reading Dai Wangshu's Rainy Lane. In that rainy summer, because of the leakage of the classroom, the school was closed, students went home, and the campus was silent in the rain. I hid in my dormitory and found a reprint of "Selected Poems of Wangshu" somewhere, and ate it like a feast for the hungry. The melancholy and despondent mood infected me like the plague, it was the age of youth, although not in love, but full of dreams.
"Rainy Lane" makes my field of vision in addition to the bleak mountains, the longitudinal gullies, the hard work of the townspeople who work at sunrise and sleep at sunset, and expand a sad and lamentable emotional world, a fascinating spiritual world. I seem to have grown overnight from a young boy who often plays in the rain and forgets to go home to a young man who understands loneliness, sentimentality and melancholy.
In later years, I was along the misty "rainy alley" into the literature.
Years in the smoke, I was in many rainy nights, remembering this feeling, recalling the "Rainy Lane" in the "lilac knot in the rain to know" mood, and in a prose poem written down: "Through the dusty net knot time, I look far away from the Jiangnan that the old alley, the poet is silent in the The poet is silent in his nostalgia, washing his ageless soul into the sun in the plum rain, and the moonlight that enters with the frost night after night may be his sweet sorrow. Rain or shine days, I like to walk through the lines of poetry embellished into the alley, pretending to be a poet's appearance ......
Today, the window and the sound of rain, sitting at the table, I can not write a little something decent for their deep anguish. In the quiet environment, in the quiet mood, there is time to make the mind in the stream of self-illumination, a clearer understanding of themselves, more clearly the face of the truth, to see what is yes, no is not, to maintain the independence of the spirit and freedom. In the rainy days, steal half a day's leisure, quietly observe the heart, quietly observe all things, so that the tide of a clear, all the shadows of all things are clearly reflected on it, so that the scenery there, like a gorgeous autumn, so that everything in the heart of the long brewing maturity - a song, a text, a poem ... ...
5. What in the Rain Essay 600 WordsBack in the Rain
It was another rainy season, I looked out the window at the sticky and gentle sunshine, without the dark clouds of the rainy day, and suddenly a familiar figure flashed from the front of my mind ......
that It was one day in July a year ago, it had just rained heavily. I rushed home. Outside the window there was only gray. I looked at it all and couldn't help but feel a little sad. Without thinking, I took a look and found a blurred back a hurried back, a back in the misty rain. He was clad in a big black raincoat, quite tall-looking, and next to him was a cart of fruits, which seemed to be covered with a thin layer of cloth. He stood quietly on the side of the road, watching the passing pedestrians. On rainy days, people stayed at home, and there were few pedestrians. Even if there were, they were busy walking away. The once noisy street became cold because of the rain. Passing people just walk their own way, and just beside them, brushing past the fruit seller, but no one noticed, no one cared. Blurred back, standing in the storm, silent.
The rain is still falling, pedestrians are still in a hurry, and the back is still. Although I can't see his face, but from his back, from his constant visualization of a pair of ruthless eyes. I saw a trace of sadness flowing in the wind; I saw a ray of sunshine hovering in the raindrops. Sorrow, sorrow for all the warmth of the world; sorrow, sorrow for the indifference of passers-by. Sunshine, the sun of hope again from the rain rising.
However, he is still standing at the end of the highway, or from time to time to the surrounding pedestrians cast a hopeful gaze. Rain, also seems to be touched by this back, into the most beautiful piece of sunshine - hope, left to this back, this silent don't, this longing for the sun's back. The rain stopped, and the sun shyly stretched out her lovely smile. That back figure looked up at the beautiful sun, looking especially hopeful and energetic. However, the back is gone, he pushed the car away ......
Gently close the door of memory, the scene at that time but vivid in my mind. I can't forget his perseverance, his uprightness, and I can't forget his hope. I sat on the windowsill and waited numbly for his arrival. Admittedly, from that time on, he never came. But I believe that as long as the fire of hope is still in the heart, anything has a chance to happen. And that was no one else, it was him who taught me that.
Since then, I have been learning and living with hope every second of every day, and it has given me the opportunity to take on all challenges at all times.
Another hurried rainy day, I was wrong as usual on the window sill, enjoying the fresh sun after the rain, suddenly knocked on the door of my thoughts. Suddenly a familiar back again pushing a fruit cart flashed past my eyes. I wonder if it's the end of an old one, or a new beginning?
6. How to write an essay in the rainEnjoying the moon in the rain
If I were a literary scholar, I would praise it with beautiful verses; if I were a painter, I would paint the beauty of enjoying the moon in the rain.
It is rare to see the moon in the rain, isn't it? Who would enjoy the moon in the rain? It is the people who have the patience to wait for the moon sister to appear. If they don't have the patience, they don't know how beautiful and magical the view of the moon in the rain is!
It was raining heavily in the evening, and the sky was still cloudy around nine o'clock, so my family was on the grass in the cultural square, chatting while waiting for the moon sister to appear. The square is full of people, some of them are sitting on the lawn in groups, looking forward to the moon sister's sweet smile; some of them are standing under the trees and talking about why the moon hasn't appeared yet. There are also children with lanterns on the grass chasing and playing.
At this time, a gust of wind blew, the sky was drizzling, I looked up at the sky, only to see the moon peeking through the clouds, at once, the square boiled up, people shouted happily: "The moon is out! The moon is out!" People are greedy to appreciate the beautiful appearance of the moon sister, suddenly, the moon sister and the ruthless, naughty clouds brother covered, the moon sister can only look at the earth, people are disappointed, but we are still waiting patiently.
At this time, the grandma wind was touched by our every move, so she opened her big mouth and blew, and scared away the trouble-loving brother of the dark clouds, and the grandma wind quickly pulled the hand of the brother of the dark clouds, and said, "Take a good look at the bottom!" The dark cloud brother looked down and saw those people who braved the rain to enjoy the moon, a trace of shame appeared on his face, moved to tears, then snuggled in the arms of the wind grandmother quietly floated away. The moon sister again appeared in the sky again, grateful to us waving.
At first, the moonlight is very shallow, gradually, the moon is getting brighter and brighter, and finally, a round moon like a huge silver plate hanging high in the sky. The gentle sister of the moon is like a transparent white veil over the earth, those rain also has a luster, rain and contains a kind of excitement, a kind of emotion. Unconsciously, I have been mesmerized by that view of the moon in the rain.
If I were a writer, I would have praised it with beautiful poems; if I were a painter, I would have painted the beauty of the moon in the rain.
I also look at others to ``
7. write the rain in the essay 350 wordsThis rain fell pattering, I stood in the rain with an umbrella, watching the raindrops drifting down the umbrella, suddenly remembered you.
I still remember the back of your far away, the red umbrella, with your far away figure little by little away from my life. The memories of you are like this rain all of a sudden can't stop, sadness is like this rain can't stop.
I walked slowly in the rain, and the picture of you together flashed in my mind, the dimples in the corner of your mouth when you laughed, your red eyes when you cried, and your hair was always messy in the rain.
The rain is still falling, the more it falls the bigger it gets, the raindrops are like broken pearls, one by one on the ground , the sound of the rain is like a drum beat bit by bit on my heart, the nostalgia for you is like this rain is getting more and more surging. I can't stop it. How much I want to throw down the umbrella and let this rain come to my face. Blow awake my heart, let this rain cold my heart, is not so I can forget you.
This rain washed away your figure, never again appear in my line of sight, the distant leaves in the rain drifting, the wind pulling it, the rain hit it, the heart is like that piece of fallen leaves in this storm struggling to forget you, too difficult. It would be better to forget myself.
How much I hope you, in my heart, but can not, let with the rain, fell on the ground, little by little dissolved into the land, finally one day I can not see you.
I played the red umbrella, in the rain farther and farther, slowly disappeared in this thick curtain of rain.
8. Essay on In the RainIn the Rain
A
Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, the sky is not beautiful, it rained a little, and it was the day before the midterm examination, I was with my teachers and classmates to set up the examination room.
Everything is ready to stop when, has been close to one o'clock, I think, parents may have opened the meal it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on a new product.
Pants covered in mud and water, head, body are water beads, sweat hairs are erected. The stairway is filled with the fragrance of Artemisia absinthium, filled with the aroma of glutinous rice, combined with a light wind, rain. In the corner of the window, suddenly saw the distant buildings of the neighborhood, indistinct in the smoke and rain, for a moment to feel very empty alone. At this point, I do not want to think about anything more, just want to go home quickly.
Just opened the door, was about to open the door to explain, only to see my mom greeted me, took a towel for me to wipe away the water, smiled and said, "No need to say, I know." And let me change a set of clothes. Dad added, "Come and eat!" I was taken aback, "You guys have been waiting for me?" "That's for sure, come and eat, the food is getting cold!" A stream of warmth rushed to my heart.
Under the goose-yellow cozy light, the rich meal made me salivate, "Haha! Finally vacation! Liberation!" I cheered.
In the afternoon, my parents went to work, I was alone at home after writing homework is very boring, so I came downstairs to walk.
It was raining much less. The mountains in the distance were like being drenched in fog, hazy, like a fairyland, the verdant and upright bamboo swayed gently in the rain, the leaves were covered with crystal pearls, delicate and clear.
The rain gradually stopped. A leisurely wind whisked by, wisps of earthy fragrance, and grass that was baptized in the rain after the unique release of the fragrance, mixed with the light fragrance of camellia, drilling into the body, so that people feel just bathed in the feeling of a burst of coolness seeped out of the skin, so that people can not help but make a trembling, the green leaves in the baptism of the rain, Yu hair delicate.
Two
Hearing a message, as if a bolt from the blue.
Ah! I'm not going to be able to do that! There was a boy who used to like me, who was rejected by me without giving any hope, and went to middle school and liked another girl.
The girl was already pretty, his teacher put him and her to sit together, the girl did not study well, also taught him how to play with the phone in class, also play together in class, go home together after school - the result is - his grades fell through the roof! ......
I'm so sorry! If I hadn't been so desperate or accepted him, maybe, he wouldn't have fallen for her and wouldn't have retreated from the top of the class to the bottom of the middle.
On the way home, it was pouring rain, and it was hard for me to think of him.
If he can also read this article, then I will say to him, "I'm sorry!"
Three
Yikes! It was 7 or 8 after study hall, and I turned down that street to the path.
The long, narrow, not-so-long path seemed like a Beijing hutong. Only a light yellow light shining far away, the ground a large and small puddles filled with rainwater, reflecting a yellow halo, like a candlelight as soft, warm, gently soothe my heart that misses home.
Afterword
Three small essays listed in order from long to short, remembered a little bit of my growing up ...... Maybe we will miss it when we grow up!
9. Essay on RainIn the evening, a dark red cloud drifted in the sky.
Before the sky fell dark, it rained. The city, which had been bustling all day, gradually quieted down in the rain.
Raging crowds of people flowed into thousands of homes, and the watery road, like a glittering ribbon, gently floated in the green shade of early summer. A group of children just out of school with umbrellas, as if floating points of flower petals, occasionally passing vehicles, like the water waves shuttle boat ...... A young girl pulling a small delivery truck, in the rain in a hurry.
The car, loaded with two large baskets of apples, red spray, yellow, heaps of bubbling out of the basket. Xu is in a hurry, Xu is slippery, in the corner of the road, only to see the car a crooked, a basket tipped over on the road, and round and red apples, dripping in the wet pavement bouncing.
Bounced to the middle of the road, jumped to the opposite side of the road, a moment rolled all over the ground. The girl hurriedly put down the handlebars and picked it up in a panic.
Hundreds of apples were scattered all over the place. The girl picked up this, rolled away that, see, the car doo gambling called from a distance to come ...... just a group of children home from school walked through here, every waiting for the girl to say hello, they ran over. Seven hands and feet picked up.
The girl straightened up and could not help but frown. Oh, if a group of naughty children, each picking a few apples and dispersed, can not be blocked ah! As if sensing his anxiety, a chubby little boy came up to her and said, "Don't worry, big sister, not one apple will be missing!" After that, he took off the red scarf around his neck and shouted, "Just now, Binbin, Xiaojun, come, blockade the traffic with me!" Then, swinging the red scarf again and again, he yelled to the approaching cars, "Stop! Stop!" A big truck stopped.
The driver, a young man, stuck his head out the window, smiled, and then slammed the door and jumped out to pick apples with the kids. A small car stopped and an old man with gray hair came down.
By the side of the road, pedestrians also came. People of all sizes mixed together, chasing the apples rolling all over the ground, the quiet road suddenly lively all this happened so suddenly, and ended so quickly.
The girl who was carrying the apples didn't have time to say thank you, and the people who were helping to pick the apples had already disappeared into the rain. The children laughed, opened their umbrellas, sang a song and left, and the trucks and cars drove away.
Only the basket of large apples, scattered and reunited, after a small trip, became watery in the girl's side shining brightly. Two baskets of apples, a few children, a rain for the sultry heat of summer brought a thousand cool ...... these originally irrelevant things, in a chance opportunity, but related to each other, composed of a not grand, but also very moving scene - left behind! A lot of deep thought, with this long, long rain, with this flick of the night wind, flowing into a street, perhaps, also into the hearts of people ...... In the summer, such rain is a lot.
The rain is still sprinkling. Restored the quiet road, still like a glittering ribbon, gently floating in the rain curtain, moving apple girl eyed the children's colorful umbrellas, suddenly felt: this early summer raindrops, is so cool, this world in the rain, is so refreshing ...... Explanation: the famous essayist Zhao Lihong's "in the rain" is a touching prose, written It is a summer evening, it is raining, just after school when the flow of people, in the city center of a major road, an apple girl was not careful, the car two baskets of apples tipped over in the middle of the road, red and big apples rolled all over the ground, just when the little girl was anxious, people stopped and helped her to pick up the apples.
Here there are adults, there are children; there are walking, there are sitting in the car. Through such an ordinary and interesting life scene, the author celebrates the new relationship between people, and expresses the beauty of a pure and noble heart.
The night fell, the cloud sister will be the moon sister on a thin black veil, soon, the rain is continuous down. Tonight, I did something wrong, I was scolded by my mother "bloody head", even the old accounts are also counted together.
Her cold words pierced my heart, coupled with the ghost of the weather, my bullishness of a strong rush up, let mom behind the shouting "Minger" also do not care, hit the umbrella, angry and ran into the rain. I swore that I would be with my mom.
I was walking down the street when I saw a mother and child - a middle-aged mother and a young lady, the mother was afraid of her daughter being drenched in the rain, the umbrella was basically moved to her body, the umbrella on the umbrella of the rain water dripping on the mother's shoulders. After watching this scene, I realized the greatness of mother's love, I can not help but think of Meng Jiao wrote "who said inch grass heart, rewarded three spring sunshine," the mother for the child's silent contribution, the child is difficult to return.
I think of myself, in fact, my mother's care for me is also meticulous, bad temper is almost caused by me, I really regret that I should not be on the mother that kind of attitude. At this moment, the hate in my heart for my mom dissipated in an instant.
Although my hate has dissipated, but I still do not want to go home, always feel that my mother should not be so angry. The rain was still falling steadily, and I continued to walk forward.
Look, there came another pair of close little siblings, the older brother angry, the younger sister innocent and lovely, holding hands, humming a serenade, bouncing forward. The song floated in the air, in the rain, and intertwined with the intermittent sound of the siren, forming one beautiful rain march after another.
Just as the siblings were getting excited, the younger sister made a mistake and fell flat on her face. Brother saw this, the umbrella thrown off, struggling to help up the sister, while sassafras wiped the mud and water on her body while asking: "fall pain?" Sister said, " *** are blooming, so painful ah!" "Brother help you rub ......" I really envy, my little cousin and I fight when we meet, if we can also be like them peacefully *** to get along that would be so good ah! My eyes looked straight at the little siblings, accidentally, almost and a pair of old grandparents and grandparents bumped into each other, "Little guy, why do not look at the road ah!" The old grandfather said.
I carefully look at them, the old grandfather's head "inch grass, grandmother full of silver, loving face crawling with wrinkles, but they hold each other, next to each other, no matter the wind and rain do not need to be afraid.
10. Essay on the rain 600 wordsRemember: Listening to the sound of the raindrops knocking against the ground
Sniffing the scent of grass in the air
Writing words that have long since ceased to belong to them ......
The love of rain
Started with a smile
And so, I laughed
All the millions of faces were shimmering
The elves danced, laughed, and sang
Sometimes scattered
Sometimes dense
The transparent bodies were changing
Looking at the sky at an angle of 30 degrees
Facing the cold elves
Allowing them to seep through my skin
I was so happy to see that I was able to see them. p>
Seen, smelled, pitied
And avoided
And sought.
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 idea to have a good time.
Death may not be another cycle of reincarnation ......
Karma begins and ends in the cycle of reincarnation