In real life or work and study, many people have had the experience of writing essays, are no strangers to the essay, right, through the essay can be those scattered thoughts we, gathered in one piece. So the question is, in the end, how to write an excellent essay? The following is the rain keeps falling essay that I have organized for you, welcome to read and collect.
The rain has been down essay 1
Exam results came down, I did not have the slightest pleasure, full of heart sinking surprisingly make me feel nowhere to escape. The first time so difficult to face a thin paper, although it is so light.
Back home, but the original comfortable environment but how can not make me quiet for a moment, so difficult to talk about the results, how do I talk to my parents? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this. A large place can not accommodate me to carry a page of pain! Want to vent, want to as spit out the heart of the bitter chat, but can not find a suitable person; favor no storm to come to me downright wash again, only a wheel of the red sun, devilishly scorching the earth, the maddening temperature, not a trace of cool wind so that I can be calmed. I forced a smile at school, back home is like a wounded beast.
The sun was blazing outside, but my heart was pouring with rain.
I suddenly felt that the crystalline teardrops so annoying, how I want to stand in the sun, will be the heart of the spark ignition, but I can not do, because, in my heart, the rain has been down, flooding.
I don't want to go on like this, depressed, suffering, casually draw a book, like a sleepwalking, walk around and sweep through a line there is a line, "do not go through the wind and rain, how can I see the rainbow," such a sentence appeared in my tears. It pierced my nerves, and lifted my spirit. I snapped out of it: Is it possible for a person to have no rainy days in his life? My life is just a little rain, I'm cloudy, no, I want to be like a rainbow after the rain, not afraid of the wind and rain.
That day, the rain fell for a long time, but finally there are a little raindrops transformed into a rainbow, I suddenly feel - that a red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple seven-color light, will be my today and tomorrow shine more brilliant, brilliant, eye-catching!
I often sit at the window, listening to the rumbling thunder "accompaniment", see that there is a dazzling lightning "color", taste the rain to bring my worries. Often think: what is rain? But on the small beads of water evaporation and get a natural scene just, and then big rain, down for a while, will stop.
But that ......
I remember that it was a Sunday, a Sunday of the weather is not good, I "armed", ready to go to the square and play with friends. Because the afternoon before, we agreed to go to the square to play together, but God did not give us a "good face", outside a dark, black clouds seem to press down as if the sky occasionally flashed a lightning, but this can not stop our steadfast friendship, I picked up their "! I picked up my bag and left. On the way there, the heavens really "flip-flop", it rained, then, I only walked a third of the total distance, to go home, it is easy, but I thought of my friend's anxious face, I dismissed the idea of going home, my friend so much importance to our friendship, how can I go home ah! What if she got sick in the rain waiting for me? So I braved the rain and ran to the square with the speed of a hundred meter sprint, but the square was empty, I think my friend is probably still on the way! I thought my friend was probably still on her way. What if I left and she couldn't see me when she arrived? I'll just wait for her here! A minute, five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes ...... half an hour passed, the rain is getting bigger and bigger, has begun by the small small drops, into now broken beads, the square is still no one, there is, just my helpless figure. I cried and ran home, was drenched in the rain into a "soup chicken", just into the door, I rushed to call the friend, asked her why not come, who knows, she said: "Today it rained so much, in case I get wet and catch a cold how to do, you are responsible for ah! But why didn't you call me in advance to tell me that you weren't coming? "Oh, I forgot." Tut-tut-tut ...... Then there was a silence that no one answered. My friend, do you know that I regard our friendship as stormy, and you ignore it ......
That day, the rain kept falling, and the rain in my heart? It, too, has not stopped ......
Rain Keeps Falling Essay 3Early in the morning, it was just cloudy and rainy.
After school, the rain like pouring, slamming, the ground pedestrians have to run to the eaves of the house to avoid the rain, the streets seem extraordinarily empty, the birds chirping through the "rain curtain" seems extraordinarily far away. In the distance, lightning cut through the clouds, thunder and lightning ripped through the sky ......-
The rain hit hard on the umbrella, and a lot of rain fell on my face, so cool, too late to hide, but also have no intention to hide. After six months into junior high school, so that I am full of pressure, under pressure, and do not get good grades, test scores plummeted, the language of several unrecorded, the chest of English dictation actually fell into a failing ...... point of failure memories, become the heart of the dark clouds, and the rain of heavenly descent slammed into the heart of the room.
Walking in the rain, unconsciously remembered that I do not know where to see the novel, the end of the Republic of China, military chaos, the hero from the hillside to cut firewood and return to the village was looted, rushed into the home of his, do not see the curls of smoke, do not hear the children's playfulness
...... At that time, the novel seems to be under the same rain as now.
It is difficult to build a family, and how easy is it to build a family again? What about the difficulties of learning when the family can do it all again?
The sound of rain gradually returned to calm, gradually precipitation, the struggle for the goal of learning gradually emerged: "I want to return to the old style!"
The past month or so, after the summer, when the school, the rainstorm late rush, and it is like that wild and fierce, the road is so empty, the trees are pushed by the wind shaking left and right, and like drunkenness, but I hold a satisfactory answer sheet, towards home, the wind and rain left behind.
Rain keeps falling essay 4Spring, synonymous with beauty; spring rain, a great drive of hope. But that spring rain that spring was colder and more unforgiving than the winter wind and snow.
I don't have a grandpa and grandma, they were long gone before I was born, but my grandparents made up for this regret.
My grandparents had four children: my mother, two aunts, and a brother-in-law.
Grandpa was the kind of typical farmer often seen on TV, the only special thing is that he was not harsh on me.
Grandma, on the other hand, wasn't like those grandmothers on TV. Those grandmothers and grandmothers on TV are loaded with stories. But then my grandmother never told me a story, even one. It wasn't that Grandma didn't want to tell it or wouldn't tell it, it was that she couldn't.
Grandma couldn't talk, and at best, some strange grunting would happen. When I went back to my grandmother's house with my mother, my mother was able to understand what my grandmother said through her strange cries and gestures. But I couldn't, so I could only "talk" to my grandmother in a confused way.
The appearance of my grandmother in my mind is gradually blurred through the spring and fall of each year, but the little by little moments that my grandmother and I spent together, but I dare not forget.
However, such a grandmother, in the spring of that everything sprouting vitality, closed their eyes, she went, peacefully through her life.
This kindly old woman lay in a cold coffin after the first day of her death.
A white veil hung in the hearth, and my mother and my aunt and uncle were on their knees bawling. It was the first time, and hopefully the last, that I saw my mother crying in pain.
Grandma's funeral went on for seven days, and the spring rain outside the house fell for seven days ......
rain keeps falling essay 5The rain came down very violently, washing away the entire world ......
- -Title
It feels so good to be without the constraints of my parents, uninhibited and free, like a bird that breaks out of a cage, and I enjoy this feeling very much. The sky is gray, very cold, grass lowered its head, the branches of the trees bent, slowly stretched up the proud neck, I did not expect the rain has quietly come, they gladly accept the rain baptism, rain moisturizing the parched ` mind, a small tree is budding, they work hard to absorb the heavenly dew, they are so eager to grow ... ...
Suddenly a bean-sized raindrops hit me in the face, the sound of the rain in a flash, the sky like cracked open countless mouths, torrential rainfall into a waterfall, towards the sky and the earth down, I rushed to run in the direction of home, the rumbling of the thunder gradually, I hesitated, and no longer run forward, the sky is getting darker and darker, as if at any time and any place will be swallowed up by me!
I don't know what to do cowering under the tree, in the haze vaguely saw my mom walking towards me in a hurry, I looked up fiercely to see her, such as the storm in the begonias, messy hair like the shaking petals; the whole person like a piece of withered leaves drifting in the wind and rain, unbearable.
I rushed forward, embraced her, whispered "mom ......" around the white blanket, quiet only me and her, she stroked me close to my face wet hair, all misunderstandings and differences are melted in this warm warmth. ......
I saw a child, she was talking to the river; I saw a child, she was chasing a lost deer; I saw a child, she snuggled up to her mother's side ......
I think that's me.
That day, it rained all the time. But the sunshine kept pouring over me that day ......
Rain keeps falling essay 6I don't know what's wrong, but it keeps raining these days.
Yesterday, in the middle of the night, I woke up from my dream when I heard the sound of pattering rain. I heard my mom and dad's conversation.
Mom: "You must wear a raincoat to work tomorrow or you will catch a cold again."
"Got it," Dad answered.
Dad is a sanitation worker, get up early in the morning and work hard to pay, but the pay is pitifully small. There is no way, in order to live. After all, he is not very good health, do some labor-intensive work and can not do.
A little more than 4:00 in the morning when I woke up, Dad has been out of work, outside the rain is still falling. I'm not sure if he's going to get wet or not. I was worried.
After breakfast, I watched the sky clear up a bit, so I was ready to go out and buy some study supplies. Mom urged me to go out and bring rain gear, but I see the sky is cloudy, but, it did not rain, so I went out with two hands empty and lightly loaded.
Just after the purchase of school supplies, the sound of clattering from outside, the store suddenly more people, I went to the door, and saw the rain as if the broken line of beads from the sky and fall. The ground was splattered with water, pedestrians were in a hurry, and those with umbrellas were walking in a hurry. From time to time, you have to be careful whether the rain under the feet wet shoes, and did not take the umbrella pedestrians simply run up, regardless of whether the rain drenched their own.
Looking at the sky drenched in rain, I thought of my father, he really hard. And dad the same sanitation workers, the heat of the day, the cold of nine, are outside, in order to the whole city clean, hard busy. In fact, more for their own this small family.
No matter what, the rain has been falling.
Rain Keeps Falling Essay 7I remember that early morning, the windows were constantly being hit by green-bean-sized raindrops, which, probably, meant that it was an extraordinary day.
As soon as I arrived at school in the morning, there was a test paper lying quietly on the table, and my heart instantly skipped a beat, which was particularly loud in the silent classroom. When I picked up the paper with slightly trembling hands, the bright red "91" into my eyes, to know that as an English class representative of the I have never been less than 100 points, and this time, alas, this sadness is difficult to say!
As I walked home with my umbrella, my tears slid down with the rain. That day, I walked home almost in tears.
Back home, the unspeakable score still gave me the urge to cry. Finally, my tears, like the rain outside the window, broke through the barrier of my eyelids and broke the dike once again.
After crying for about ten minutes or so, I finally stopped crying. I took a book from the bookshelf at random, read a few lines, and suddenly realized that this, this is so familiar, I looked at the title of the book, only to see that the top of the eight big golden words - how steel is made - into my eyes. I suddenly woke up: which person's life does not have a rainy day? Which person's life will always be like that stormy weather - always dark. In short, I don't want to have a life that is dark, dim, gloomy, and frustrating at the same time. I want to have a like the storm dissipated, hanging in the sky that a gorgeous rainbow of beautiful, gorgeous, but also brilliant life!
I remember that day, it rained a lot, also under a very long time, but eventually had to dissipate, standing on the balcony to look at that always appear after the storm of the gorgeous rainbow, I can not help but a burst of excitement in my heart, I believe that the storms will pass, the rainbow of my life will be past, the rainbow of my life will be there, and that rainbow will lead me to a better, better, and more brilliant! I'm sure the rainbow will appear in my life, and that rainbow will lead me to a better, more beautiful and more brilliant tomorrow!
Rain has been down essay 8Looking up at the window rain has been down, floating scattered rain rolled moisturize everything, to bring life to the earth. The rain finally fell in people's hope, and my mind went back to that day.
It was a sunny afternoon, "ding, ding, ding, ding ......" alarm clock went off, I rushed to get up, quickly grabbed the clothes and shoes, then rushed to the door. My mom hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, I just took a look at the weather forecast, it's going to rain heavily in the afternoon, you'd better bring an umbrella." I quickly walked down the stairs while saying in an irritable voice, "No need, the weather is so sunny, how can it rain? It's superfluous." Then I ran towards the school, the sun was high in the sky and it was still that sunny.
The third class was over, the sky outside was gradually overcast, my heart could not help but panic, and kept praying in my heart that it would never rain.
As a result, the sky was like playing a joke with me or punishing me, right in the middle of the fourth class, suddenly, rain fell from the sky as if it was crying, and the rain got heavier and heavier, and my heart got heavier and heavier. Time is passing, not long to be dismissed from school, outside the classroom, the rain is still falling.
I looked at the rain that had been falling, and sighed in my heart, and had to put on my hat, and rushed in the rain in the direction of my home, but fortunately the school was not too far away from home, which was the only good news. Weaving in and out of the rain, by the time I passed the footbridge, the rain fell even harder, I had to duck into a side of the building to seek temporary shelter. I couldn't help but regret why I hadn't listened to my mother and brought an umbrella. If I had listened to my mother, I wouldn't have had to run home in the rain, and now I have to hide here from the rain.
When I was in a state of remorse and confusion, a familiar figure appeared in my field of vision, it was my mother! Only to see her holding an umbrella in the rainstorm marching, eyes with urgency, I can not help but heart mixed feelings, and rushed to my mother, she hurriedly moved the umbrella over, holding tightly to me toward home, I can not help but heart a burst of warmth ......
"Boom!" Suddenly a burst of thunder to wake me up from the memories, looking out the door to my mother, the warmth of my heart.
Rain has been falling essay 9Outside the window, the sky has gradually darkened, colorful plastic bags were rolled in the wind in the air floating everywhere, bean-sized raindrops mercilessly "smashed" on the window, swallowing the sound of our reading.
"Quickly, students quickly leave, it's raining outside!" In the teacher's urging, the students quickly ran to the outside of the classroom, looking at their woeful figure, I secretly thanked my foresight, I guessed it was going to rain and brought a poncho, but even so, I still hope that this is just a shower.
In the gusty winds and heavy rain, I pedaled my bike with difficulty, and the traffic lights in front of me became blurry because of the rain, and the traffic lights that seemed to be fifteen meters away from me seemed to be ten thousand yards away, and it consumed almost all of my strength just to get through the intersection of this traffic light.
Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in front of me, I tried to open my eyes wide washed by the rain, I saw my mom only wearing a poncho, against the wind and rain, bowing forward step by step, the wind impeded her pace, she took two steps back, and her pant legs are wet a large area. I hurriedly rode to her side, my face couldn't tell if it was rain or tears: "Mom, what are you doing out in this rain?"" I thought you didn't take a poncho, ready to pick you up ah." I suddenly speechless, do not know what to say, "Then you get in the car, I take you back."
In the thick rain and fog, my mom on the back seat of the bike gently wrapped an arm around my waist ......
That day, it rained all the time, but my heart was as warm as spring ......
rain all the time essay 10Into the fall, my life has changed a new rhythm, not yet had time to adapt to the junior high school, a continuous autumn rain quietly came, with a hint of coolness, bring a piece of fallen leaves.
I don't know when, the sky's dark clouds thick up, like a large thick black curtain, for the third year of the nervous life steeply increased a depressing and heavy. I was walking home, every step was like an old man's gait, a drop of water on my face, looked up, the rain came. I have never seen this cold rain, not the slightest warmth of spring rain, summer rain cool, just quietly down, even the sound is very small, not the pain of the pouring rain, not the gentleness of the rain, is fine, dull, not only hit the body, but also fell to the heart.
The rain kept falling. All day long, the sun also hid in the clouds. Dark clouds, more and more dense, it is like a bitter poet, wanting to take a breath to squeeze all the bitterness into small pieces, carved into words, composed of poems, fell on the paper. However, the poem becomes more and more sorrowful, and the sorrow in the heart seems to be never-ending. The earth is also gloomy, the tree is very high, but shivering, the advent of autumn, took away its leaves, its smile, its warmth, the grass seems to be more green, but can not cover up the heart of the withered yellow, it is also dreary.
Rain, it has been falling, the next day, as yesterday's cloudy, dark clouds cover the sky, but, there is a faint light, it is so small, but firmly through the clouds. Walking into the campus, I felt different, what was it? Thinking about it, but without a clue, as if it was covering something up. School was over, I looked up without thinking and saw a small fruit, I understood! It was the fruit, that difference was brought about by the fruit! It's the harvest. In the afternoon, the cloud clears, and quietly too, just as it came, unannounced, and left behind the fruit, and took away the sorrow. The sun returned and the rain stopped.
An autumn rain, washing the soul, I took a step to the sun smiled.
rain keeps falling essay 11That day, the rain kept falling ......
The rain became dull, opened the window, looked toward the street, the rain poured on everything, beat the ground, and was no longer so vibrant. People are also tired of the rain, are hiding in the house, occasionally a few cars drove by, the grass is also all drooping head, dead.
But there's something about the rain.
Sitting quietly, listening to the sound of the rain beating against the awning, I felt as if I had gone to a solemn and heavy ceremony; listening to the rain pounding on the window panes, I felt as if I had seen a ballet performance; listening to the rain with the leaves falling down the kind of rustling sound, I felt as if I had smelled the fragrance of the golden fruits. That's when the rain started to come alive.
Playing the piano in the rain is also extremely beautiful, fingers jumping on the black and white keys, the rain is also jumping. Slowly, a moving piece of music is played, and with the accompaniment of the rain, it seems to have more flavor. Or, you can paint in the rain. The sound of the rain inspires one to paint a beautiful picture. Sometimes, you will follow the rhythm of the rain, sometimes light; sometimes slow; sometimes soft; sometimes fierce. This is the art of rain, its unique share of beauty.
I would suddenly want to go outside and walk around, holding up my umbrella in the rain, lifting my head to look up at the sky, the rain dripping into my eyes and wetting my eyelashes. And then look at the beauty of the old houses and the leaves intertwined with the trees, and you will feel that it is even more beautiful and mesmerizing under the rain.
On the eaves, the raindrops are lined up in neat rows, lined with the dark yellow of dusk, like hotel lamps, bright and shiny. And like countless crystal butterflies, perched there, and from time to time also fell, the ground splashed, like the earth put on a splash coat, the flower coat is still slightly rippling, more lovely.
That day, the rain has been falling, selflessly moisturizing the earth everything.
The rain kept falling Essay 12A group of birds flashed through the air. The sky was immediately much grayer.
Summer is like a doll's face, changing as it goes, from clear skies to thunderstorms in the blink of an eye.
Dark clouds slowly climbed over the sky above the brothers.
"Winter, let's go home!" Summer said, "It's going to rain."
"Just play a little longer." Winter responded, continuing to play in the grass.
"But ......" Xia was going to say home late to be scolded, but see his brother play so happy, words to the mouth, have swallowed back.
knock ...... knock ...... without the shelter of the sun, Ray began to rage again. Wanted to take the two playful little boy scared home like a burst of wild roar.
"Come on, it's raining!" The raindrops fell with Natsu's words. Falling on the grass, the leaves, the children's faces. Making a slight snapping body sound.
Xia pulled her brother as fast as she could. But the wilderness seemed empty, no place to shelter from the rain.
Not far away, a house appeared in the brothers' blurred vision.
"Take shelter from the rain there," said Winter, looking at my brother with solicitous eyes.
Natsu gave Winter a blank look, but pulled Winter towards the tenement anyway.
"Anyone there?" Natsu shouted as he knocked on the door, but after a long time no one answered.
"How dare you, if it wasn't for you, we'd be home by now ......"
Winter spat her tongue out at her brother, and immediately leaned towards Natsu again.
The rain got heavier and heavier, and the water slowly cascaded down along the eaves of the house, standing like a column of mercury in front of the door, separating them from the outside world.
"I don't know how long it will last," Xia thought to herself, "my parents will blame me for not looking after my brother when they see us covered in water," she said, glancing over at him.
Winter was giggling, and went barefoot to meet the water cascading from the roof. The water immediately dispersed from the backs of Winter's feet in a naughty splash.
Summer seemed to be infected by the sight and could not help but laugh, huh, giggle.
Outside, the rain has been falling ......
Rain has been falling essay 13Looking out the window dripping rain has been falling, the events of that day slowly surfaced in front of my eyes ......
After school, accompanied by the teacher's words And I, but because I have to clean up, and can only look at a group of people laughing and leaving the school ......
Time passes by, the garbage looks like it has long been piled up into a heap, and so on the last piece of paper confetti back to the "home" when my task is also completed successfully. The last piece of confetti back "home", my task is also completed successfully, light breath, the whole person is exceptionally relaxed, but in the relaxation of what? I don't know.
From the stationery store out of the hand more than a bag of stationery, looking at the street of the drifting rain, put on a raincoat, rushed into the rain, walking, did not pay attention to the feet of the gravel, which can be a bad luck: hard to break the foot, the whole person fell into the puddle, dirty splash accurately smashed into my face, do not have to look at the time, I must be a scruffy child! ......
Just like this, I fell to sit on the side of the road, pressed the injured ankle, as if this, the foot will alleviate the pain, will be able to slowly stand up, but after a long time, the clothes have long been drenched, the handbag in the manuscript paper also slipped out, it is quietly lying in a puddle, slowly dyed by the water wet, the color of the paper from the White dyed gray, through the bright eye ......
A lot of people coming and going almost every passer-by will look at me, but accelerated footsteps away; several times I want to ask for help words were swallowed, looking at the passer-by's rapid pace of the heart of a trace of helplessness, resentment!
Time passes little by little, the rain has not been reduced at all on the road less and less people, finally, praying for others to help me hope broken ......
Ignoring the pain on the feet, forced to endure the pain, hard to get up from the ground, do not look at the ground paper, limping toward the road home. ......
On the road, my eyes are all gray and cloudy, the rain stopped, worrying about the dark clouds but can not be dispersed ......
That day, the rain fell non-stop.
The rain kept falling essay 14Rain, such as ten thousand pots of water pouring down generally, hard hit the city. The night, with a layer of black cloth, indifferently sucked the light. Streets, but also empty, the whole city seems to be dying ......
That final exam results out of the day, I almost despaired, God seems to understand my mood, downpour, I also finally can not hold down their own emotions, crazy rushed into the rain. In the dark night, wandering alone ......
Unconsciously, walked to the street where I often go. In the past, this place was so lively, but today, the doors and windows of the stores are tightly closed, appearing particularly bleak. I continued to walk as if I had lost my soul, my mood getting worse and worse. Suddenly, I heard something special. When I listened carefully, the sound gave me a sense of relief that I hadn't felt in a long time. I walked with the sound, walking, stopped in front of a wooden house, I concluded that from this outgoing, but to my surprise, the family did not close the window, I looked through the window to the inside: only to see a beautiful young lady in the elegantly playing the piano, she looks like it should be a little bit older than me, a closer examination, I found that she had a good face with a good off-the-wall smile.
I think she must have been intoxicated by the sound of her own piano. The tone of that zither was always positive, but sometimes euphonious, sometimes impassioned. I stood silently by the window, listening to the sound of her piano, and I was completely mesmerized by it. The sound of the piano is like a panacea, driving away the sadness and loss in my heart.
"Mom, take me to my room." She shouted, and the sound of the zither suddenly stopped, and I woke up from the sound of her zither. At that moment, a middle-aged woman came into the room and pushed her chair, and I suddenly realized that she was actually in a wheelchair!
I was shocked by this scene, a teenager with paralyzed legs can still be so optimistic about living, my frustration compared to her what is it? I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about.
I blamed myself, but the faith in my heart was rekindled and I couldn't accept it because of a small setback, so I decided to run home and be as optimistic as she was about her original dream.
Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain!
Rain keeps falling essay 15Rain, why is it still falling?
In the morning, before I open my eyes, my ears first hear the crisp sound of rain. The sound of the rain is sometimes like the waves lapping at the shore, sometimes like the spring breeze blowing the willow, one by one, knocking and shocking my soul.
Then from the time I opened my eyes to the time my feet left the bed, another forty minutes had passed, only to find that the rain was still falling. By this time, it had been raining all night, and this kind of rain is really uncommon in our place.
Accompanied by the sound of the rain, so spent a morning ......
By noon, had lunch, watched TV, the rain still kept falling, a moment another two hours, to three o'clock in the afternoon, the rain still kept falling.
More than three o'clock in the afternoon, I should go to the math class, but looking at the rain but let me deterred. I was hesitant and torn, but I finally made up my mind.
I stepped out of the door and into the rain, and it was raining so hard that I felt like something was going to happen today, and I was nervous all the way there: my sixth sense is very strong, and I'm usually right.
To the place of class, just class, because did not bring the wrong book, was criticized, and because of the entrance exam, the test is not good and was criticized. Formal class, because the mind always put on the above things, distraction, was named several times, the class did not understand much. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of a class, and it was the first time I had ever been in the middle of a class.
Inside the dark clouds, very gloomy. The first thing I did was to get the money to pay for a new car, and then I had to pay for a new car, and then I had to pay for a new car. Finally with this gloomy mood, stay up to bedtime, with a kind of escape-like mood to hide into the quilt, drowsy into the dreamland. Outside the window, the rain is still pattering ......
That day, the rain kept falling.