In daily life or work and study, everyone has tried to write essays, right? Essays are composed of words, after human thought consideration, through the organization of language to express the significance of a topic. Still clueless about essay writing? The following is my collection of rainy night second year essays for you, just for reference, let's take a look at it.
The sustained high temperature attacked this northern city, not ever suffered such weather city instantly paralyzed, people can not work to lift the spirit, even the corner of the rosebuds at the moment also lowered the high head. The city is looking forward to a heavy rain to wake it up, wake up people's subconscious feeling.
Dusk is approaching, the sky's sunset like a rendered Chinese painting, a piece of floating clouds gently set in the sky, forming a soft and yet romantic picture. I thought tomorrow would be another sunny day, but the sudden change in the weather without any warning, the red sky seems to be knocked over the red dye, the sky from time to time came "rumbling" sound, from time to time far away and near.
You listen, is not going to rain, will not be for the city covered with a hazy veil? The heat of the day, the low pressure of the intolerable, so that people can not breathe, the robin in the trees chirping irritably. Not long after, the sky rained rain, "long drought" people ran out of their homes to feel the coolness of this long time.
And I did not and they are the same, I just opened the balcony window, reach out to feel the raindrops fell on my hand that a touch, "thud, thud ......" one by one not only knocked on my hand, but also knocked in my heart.
This is in the downtown area of the city, as far as the eye can see, a high-rise building in this land, dotted with neon lights on the walls of high-rise buildings from time to time changing shape, color. And the curved road under the illumination of the street lamps like a long winding dragon shuttling between the city.
Thousands of crystal water droplets, reflecting the light emanating from the neon lights, float down like water mist. Fine misty raindrops gently stained my entire sight ...... this rainy night, very calm ......
Early in the morning, open the window, was washed by the rain of the trees exudes a quiet fragrance, refreshing the heart. After a rain wash, the city is again renewed its due momentum.
It will be a new day!
West Lake is a bright pearl, I believe you must have seen the West Lake on a sunny day! But have you ever seen the night of West Lake on a rainy day? Now let's go together to see it!
Today, our family ate dinner to the West Lake surrounded by the rain girl, ding dong dong ding dong rain pounding on the water, the surrounding is very quiet, suddenly, I heard a flopping sound, turn my head and look, ah! A carp jumped out of the water, its mouth opened and closed, as if to say: "Happy Birthday!" Then it dove headfirst into the water again, as if it was looking for a birthday present for me! When I looked around, I saw the misty Baobao Mountain, the lights on the mountain were hidden, just like a huge dragon was winking and guarding the beautiful West Lake. As we continued along the West Lake, I saw a number of bronze men by the lake, their postures were different, their expressions were rich, there were playing chess together intently, one man was frowning tightly, the rain dripped on his nose as if his nose was sweating, he forgot to draw his pipe with one hand, and the other hand tremblingly picked up the chess pieces, hesitating not knowing where to put them better. The other man's eyes were focused on the board, grinning broadly, holding a teapot in one hand and shaking his fan leisurely with the other, looking as if he was sure to win the game. There are those who sit paralyzed on stone benches, one hand resting on their chins, their eyes gazing at the starry sky, perhaps wondering when their families will become rich. There are also rowing a small wooden boat, in the lotus pond, watching the lotus grow day by day, watching the lotus grow white and tender lotus seeds, thinking of the home harvest, the more you think the more happy, the more excited to see. The light rain pattered on the body of the bronze man, washing them unusually clean.
The West Lake on a rainy day is both beautiful and interesting, it not only has the charming scenery during the day, but also the unique joy of the night, you are welcome to come and play.
Today, it rained especially hard, and the ground was full of rainwater. So the only way to play at night is to play at home.
After dinner, my mom was chatting in the small store in front of the yard. Only I was alone at home watching TV. About eight o'clock, I was ready to turn the computer on, just pressed the computer switch, the house is dark, nothing can be seen. I thought the power outage, a run into the kitchen, other people's homes have electricity, why do we have no electricity at home?
At this point, I was so scared that I cried out in the mirror, and then I was ready to go to my mom. At this time I thought to call my dad, the phone call through, I was crying while saying to my dad: "Dad, I just pressed the power of the computer, there is no electricity." Dad said: "Don't worry, I'll ask your aunt to come and have a look." I then hung up the phone and my mom went on out to look for my mom. Mom came back and my aunt came. My aunt's husband took a look at the blown fuse and went back to get it. Mom moved the ladder out, auntie came back, he climbed up the ladder, holding the pliers `driver` fuse auntie began to change the fuse, first auntie took the screws down, put the good fuse in, auntie took the fuse is thin, and the fuse in our house is thick. Oops, I thought this is going to be a problem. My aunt's husband was very clever, he just wound two thin fuses together. I turned the living room . I was so happy when the light switch was turned on and the light came on. I hummed a song in the mirror. The fuse was fixed and Dad came home.
It was a thrill tonight. Through this incident I will be more calm and brave in the future!
On a summer night, in the dormitory. I lie quietly on the bed, sucking the cool wind, thinking of home ......
Outside the window is raining pattering drizzle, the rain is vaguely with the thunder, the sound of the leisurely raindrops brought me back to the tiled house in the small village - my home. Yesterday's years and in the heart of the lake ripples, I look for that riding on the back of the cattle herder, looking for the backpacks back home from school school students, looking for that chase flowers and butterflies and red dragonflies of the teenager ...... I'm searching for that pure and flawless childhood.
At night, the root of the silver silk washed the earth, rainwater moisturized along the streets of his hometown sycamore, moisturized the home in front of the small flower garden and vegetable garden. I don't know if the rainwater that has been gathered together has spread over the stream that runs around the house. I wonder if my little brother, who loves to catch fish, is doing something tonight? Today, I grew up in the mountain pass child, carrying the expectations of relatives, carrying the praise of neighbors, from the small village to the town, from the town to the city, but no matter how far I go, I can never forget the verdant hills of my hometown, can not forget I do not know how many times I have repeatedly walked the countryside.
A timely rain in the summer, is the farmers have been looking forward to the rain ah! It is the desire of the cracked yellow soil, is the call of the tender green seedlings. Green seedlings should be to the blossoming of the seed season, tonight's rain will water the ears of grain full and fruitful it? I thought I saw my father's smiling face, as if I heard the neighbors' light footsteps.
Tonight's rain, but also for me this far away from the student link up the bridge of the heart of homesickness, I am on this side of the bridge miss the hardworking parents. I would like to gently smooth their forehead by the years of wind and rain washed out of the river bed, willing to use the tender shoulders to share the burden of life for them, as long as not to let the gray hairs prematurely climbed on their temples.
Tonight's rain, ah, please send me a greeting, bring a piece of blessing!
Night walking alone in the cold street Darkness rolled with loneliness crazily tore my lonely heart without a sound at home cold coffee at midnight degenerate song The night gave me black eyes, but I use it to look for the light, let the rain wash my heart If the sea withered and a tear that is also my empty waiting for you a thousand rounds of I vaguely remember that embrace I am full of grievances only in your embrace I said I like you, and now I have to go back to the past. When I liked you, it passed away, leaving behind inexplicable tears of happiness I still remember the first time I sent you home late at night, from one end of the city to the other, carrying not only you but also that heavy love on my bicycle I was tired and slept on the street in the middle of the night, unable to stop my heartbreaking tears I'll never forget the time when the millennium clock struck the century, when we kissed on the street, promising to love for the first century, and now all that's left is my withered heart. I'm not going to be able to do that.
The soul of the rainy night, lonely smoke, broken hearted wine I like the bar, it makes me feel really negative The bar is the ambiguous bed, is all the indulgence, soul, the desire of the square The heart of the night with a little bit of darkness, the only thing I can hold is just a little bit of scarlet, trembling lips, cold tears ... drunken eyes to see the flowers are also drunk, the life of all flavors of things and wrongs, suddenly look back Suddenly look back, empty hatred far, suspected to be a meteor flying in the sky.
Let my tears fly gently, let my heart slowly broken. Alone, dancing alone in the street, dancing drunk heart is not drunk Lonely me in the dream search I do not know whether the lonely you are willing to hold my hand The sentimental sunshine warms me and you In your ears I want to quietly say to you You are a flat boat for me to cross the river, you are a ladder for me to ascend to the heights of the world I bury my life deep in your embrace and fall down the hot tears Drop by drop, it's me, it's you I'm going to put the bottom of the heart of the word to tell you I have nothing to give to others, not to give to others a lifetime, not to give to others. I have nothing but myself not to give others not to give others a lifetime to give you love very much love you so I give up to fulfill your pursuit of happiness.
One night.
The sleepy me, feel a little cool, is ready to pull over the quilt cover more tightly, suddenly as if I heard something, sat up violently. Ignoring the cold of the night, I rolled out of bed, barefoot, and pushed open the window.
A night wind mixed with rain poured in head-on, and I shivered, completely awake. What am I doing? Inexplicably asked, after closing the window, quiet, glanced out the window, came to interest. Wrapped layers of fluffy quilt, lying in front of the window to gaze at the outside oil painting-like world.
The street lamps on the street in the haze of smoke and rain exudes a soft light, the dim light shrouded the entire hutong, to the cold rainy night in vain added a few points of warmth. Pedestrians are not many, it is not an exaggeration to say, half an hour before there is a person wearing a raincoat riding a bicycle hurriedly through, and no wonder, the middle of the night has not gone home, probably only the night shift people. Gently push the window open a crack, the rain star and the wind blowing in, the occasional dog barking in the distance and was woken up by the sound of people complaining and cursing, after that, there is only the murmuring of the rain and the wind.
A silence.
Without turning on the lights, the light from the streetlights outside was breathtakingly beautiful, and the golden veil through the window, spilling into the house as if it were sunshine, I lay on my back and didn't move for fear of destroying such a beautiful moment.
The top of the balcony of the two families, are on the night shift, the clothes hanging there no one to clean up, silently and spring rain struggle. The night wind blew it nowhere to hide, had to sway with the wind, casting shadows and street lamps and light shot into the window, forming a silent dynamic picture.
I don't know how long it took, my legs and arms had gone numb, and I stood up with difficulty, picked up the flannel quilt that had fallen on the floor, and flicked off the dust on it.
Took a deep look at the green painting outside the window and pulled the curtains closed.