Memories composition: Memories in the rain 1 I don't know when, when I am in a bad mood, I always hope to find some comfort in the rain. I can't hear anything around except the rain. The rain really washed away many of my regrets.
Memories are always sweet, although there are often some disappointments, but the past has finally passed …
There is a small lake not far from grandma's house. The lake is really small and the water is not that deep, but it is the place I yearned for most when I was a child. The water in the lake is clear, but there are few fish. Perhaps, as the ancients said, "Clear water means no fish". Children often go there. Especially in summer, I don't feel tired after soaking in water all day.
All the children in my hometown are good at swimming, but I am an exception. I tried swimming more than once, but I was too embarrassed to say it. Up to now, I am still a landlubber. Every time I go, only I have to prepare a swimming ring.
Tired of playing, tired. Several people climbed ashore to chat together. At that time, I had a very interesting playmate. He was the most naughty of the children. When everyone is bored together, he always has a way to make everyone laugh. He likes to play small jokes, and sometimes I get confused by his jokes.
I remember that time, I bought a popsicle. Just as I was about to eat, I heard someone calling my name behind me. It's him. His expression is so painful that he looks like he is going to faint. He said to me weakly, "I, I seem to have heatstroke." In desperation, I immediately stuffed the popsicle into his mouth and kept slapping him with my hand. After eating, he made a face and ran away. Only then did I know that I was fooled by him, angry and helpless.
From now on, no matter what he says, I have to think about whether he is playing me again.
After I came back from my grandmother's house, school started soon. I have never contacted him.
After a long time, I don't know how he got the phone number, but he called my home. On the phone, he hoped to see him next time I went back. He said he wanted to see me.
It was summer vacation again, and I went back to my grandmother's house. In summer, rain is the most common. In those days, it often rained and it rained all day. I didn't go to see him because of the rain. Actually, I don't have much intention of looking for him myself. How do I know if he still wants to play me?
It's been a long time. I never saw him again. Later, I learned that he had such a terrible disease-leukemia. There is a new grave in the cemetery of pine forest. His home, without him, collapsed.
Whenever I think of this nightmare, the sorrow of confession can always surround me. The more I struggle, the more painful it becomes. I can't tell whether I am dreaming or reality, but I know it is a lifelong regret. ...
Didi, it's raining again. How can I not wash away this regret in my heart?
Memories composition: Memories in the rain 2 After dinner and homework, I sat on the windowsill and watched the light rain outside alone, and the past could not help coming …
In the fifth class at school, it was cloudy outside and it began to rain. After a while, the rain turned into heavy rain. Lightning and thunder. Thick raindrops formed a series of waterlines and fell to the ground, splashing pieces of water. Seeing the rain outside, I thought, "What can I do? It rained so hard that I didn't bring my umbrella. How can I go home? " I walked around the door, at a loss.
Just when I was in a hurry, a familiar figure came along. It was my deskmate. My deskmate wears a pair of glasses and studies well, which makes the whole class famous. He is very disciplined, wears school uniform every day and is never late for school. He looked at me and asked, "What's the matter? Didn't you bring an umbrella? " I said softly, "No". I was afraid that he would laugh at me, so my voice was very low and only I could hear it. The deskmate said, "Come on, I'll take you home." Say that finish, he pulled me out of the school gate. With an umbrella, she took my arm and walked in the direction of my home.
It rained harder and harder, cracking on the umbrella and forming a layer of water mist in front of our eyes. We walked in the rain, and our deskmate raised his umbrella to my side, but half of his body was soaked through by the rain and his clothes were soaked. Seeing this, I can't bear to say to him, "point the umbrella at your side, your clothes are soaked." He said indifferently, "I'm not afraid of watering. Just don't catch a cold. " After listening to his words, I was very moved, and I felt the friendship of my deskmate. That friendship is so warm. Walking, I heard a bang. I slipped and sat on the ground. My deskmate quickly put down her umbrella and reached out to help me. At this time, the heavy rain seems to be intentional, hitting our heads and bodies hard. After he helped me up, he picked up the umbrella, holding me in one hand and holding it in the other. It's raining harder and harder, and raindrops are blocking our progress like thousands of arrows.
When I arrived at my house, he was soaked to the skin. I was greatly moved by his "wet" appearance.
After this, we became best friends. A friend who warms my heart.
Memories Composition: Memories in the Rain 3 That time, the rain was like pearls. I stood by the stairs and watched them walk slowly upstairs.
That's how it started. At the beginning of the class, the students hurried back to the classroom from all places and returned to their seats.
At this time, it rained heavily outside, so the students sitting by the window quickly closed the window, as if to take refuge. I was lucky because I came prepared and brought an umbrella.
After school, some students' "nightmares" came because they didn't bring an umbrella. I packed my schoolbag, walked out of the classroom door, took out my "proud" umbrella and spread it out. Umbrella is colorful, on my head, like a rainbow, making me like an elf in the rain.
At this moment, I found a familiar figure on the steps. I went up and took a look. It turned out to be my good friend Zhou Zhitong! What's she doing standing there?
I walked up to her and patted her on the shoulder. She turned around. I asked, "Why are you still standing here and not going back?" She replied, "It's raining! But I didn't bring an umbrella. " After listening to her words, I thought: My umbrella is not small either, otherwise, I'll send her back! Anyway, her home is not far away, so send her!
"Otherwise, I'll take you home!" I said to Zhou Zhitong. At this time, it is raining harder and harder, and the water on the ground is half as deep as my shoes. She nodded: "Good!"
I opened my proud umbrella again and walked in the downpour with Zhou Zhitong. We talked and laughed and walked on tiptoe. Suddenly, Zhou Zhitong let out a cry: "Xiaoxiao, come quickly!" "I saw a little girl in grade one. It turns out that she is a relative of Zhou Zhitong, and now she lives in her house temporarily without an umbrella. So, the three of us huddled under the umbrella, talking and laughing. Go, you will reach her stairs. No wonder some people say that happy time can make a long journey short! They ran in, stood in the corridor and waved to me: "Thank you, goodbye! " "
At this time, the rain is small, like a little pearl hitting my umbrella. I stood by the stairs, watching them walk slowly upstairs, and my heart was warm. I helped my good friend. How happy I am! Isn't this warmth derived from that pure friendship? Friendship is the warmest sunshine in the world, and there will never be wind and rain! On the way home, the leaves danced under the "guidance" of the rain, the grass thrived under the moisture of the rain, and the flowers bloomed more beautifully under the moisture of the rain.
Memories in the rain make me feel that the friendship between friends is so beautiful!
Memories in the rain 4 In this colorful world, we live an ordinary life. I am rarely touched by others. But an unremarkable thing touched my heart inadvertently.
I remember it was raining that day. It was almost seven o'clock in the morning. I went out for breakfast, and it was crowded with people. Looking at the men, women and children in front of me, I shook my head. I have to sit outside.
In my room, I saw three people (a mother and two children) sitting opposite me. They also come for breakfast. When the rain fell on my brother's head, my mother immediately put down her chopsticks and cleaned his head bit by bit. That little action melted in the warmth of the rain, burning her maternal love. After eating, they picked up chopsticks and gave them dried radishes. Then the proprietress served them four pieces of sushi, and each of them ate one piece after another. What should we do?
The younger brother spoke and said, "Brother, I'm full. You can eat it. " Said, and swallowed his throat.
My brother said, "I'm full, too. Eat! " Then I whispered a few words, not knowing what to say.
Someone said to his mother: Mom, we are both full. You can eat this sushi.
Mom said, "Eat, I don't like it."
My brother picked up sushi. I thought he was going to eat, but I didn't think I misunderstood. He divided sushi into three parts, with his younger brother the most, but he only ate a little.
Soon, they got on the electric car, and the car slowly walked away. Looking back at the three of them getting farther and farther, the feeling of moving came from the heart. This dribs and drabs of language and action were "recorded" by the rain.
Memories Composition: Memories in the Rain 5 It is raining in Mao Mao, like ox hair, but very soft. The rain fell on my body, as if wrapped in a faint layer of silver gauze. It was beautiful and sad, and it fell with the wind and filled Yin Hui. In this hazy rain, a figure appeared in my mind, from far and near, from far and near, more and more clear ... that day, I rode an old bicycle, holding a note with my body temperature in my hand, wearing a raincoat and going to the vegetable market to buy food. In the middle of the alley, I found sand mixed with rain scattered on the ground, and steel bars and wires were lying in a mess in the alley. I hesitated and didn't know how to get there. I stepped on the muddy alley with my feet deep and shallow, pushing the car hard and limping around the obstacle. I just breathed a sigh of relief and found a big slope ahead. I secretly complain, but I still cheer myself up: Come on, I can do it!
I started going uphill. I can't look after the wires on both sides. "Psst-",a pain hit my heart and my arm was numb. Bright red blood splashed in the air, and with a bang, it fell on the wet ground, causing ripples, rolling and flowing to the corner. I turned my head and saw a hole in my arm. Blood is ferocious and terrible in the rain and fog. I wiped my wound with paper and continued on my way. My arm hurts when I push hard. I frowned, gritted my teeth and walked forward.
At this moment, there was a slight footstep behind him, and a voice said, "Little sister, are you all right?" When I looked back, a big brother was asking me with concern. I bit my pale lip, and it took me a long time to spit out two words: "Nothing!
"He found the wound on my arm and quickly took out gauze from my bag to help me dress it. I found him to be a doctor. After getting dressed, I smiled and said to him, "Thank you!
"He gave a, push up my car, take me to the vegetable market, and accompany me to buy food, take me home. I thanked him gratefully, and he smiled and said, "Nothing, help others!
"At home, he said goodbye to me, and I watched his distant back gradually disappear into my sight in the hazy drizzle. ...
The rain went away quietly, taking away my memory. I watched a new round of fiery red sunrise and clear sky, silently wishing my eldest brother a good reward and a happier life!
Memories Composition: Memories in the Rain 6 "La La La ..." It was raining, and two children sang lyrics under a pink umbrella, which attracted the envious eyes of big brothers and sisters who had been divided into "male and female groups". Childhood is a happy bird singing. Rain, falling on the ground, makes rain flowers one after another. What a wonderful childhood!
A few years later, I met him again in the rain. I remember it was a rainy season. That day, I forgot to bring my umbrella, so I braved the heavy rain and rushed home regardless. On my way home, I saw the familiar figure. Isn't that the little boy who played an umbrella with me when I was a child?
"Hey, Xiaoyu ... wait for me ..." I seemed to see the savior and ran towards him like an arrow. I forgot to bring my umbrella. Can you ...? I'm panting. I looked at him, but he avoided my pleading eyes, just like a mouse saw a cat. "Well, all right!" He said a little reluctantly. Suddenly, two boys came over, whistling, which meant nothing.
Suddenly thought of a sensitive topic on campus. I deeply sigh for my rudeness just now. "That ... that ... me, go first!" Before I finished, he interrupted me and said, "Goodbye!" I looked at him and seemed to think of something. ...
Rain, hit me, a gust of wind blew, a little cold, but I felt my heart hurt and I couldn't help shivering.
Rain, hitting my face, people can't tell whether it is tears or rain on my face. But I know it's clearly tears, and I'm crying secretly. Tears are shining in my eyes, like dancing waves in the sea. ...
I'm like a deer that keeps getting hurt. The deer climbed the hill and shouted. Tears rolled down my cheeks ... I hate that kind of worldly eyes. Can't boys and girls communicate normally?
"Ah-"The other side of the mountain echoed with my cry. ...
Memories Composition: Memories in the Rain 7 For a long time, I didn't come to this willow, and now I unconsciously came to the willow. It rains inexplicably, and I have an impulse to get wet. Looking at the bench by the willow, I suddenly remembered that angelic little girl, who filled me with confidence.
That time, I failed in the exam. I sat on a bench beside the willow tree in the heavy rain, and my clothes and hair were all wet. Suddenly, there was no rain in the sky. I thought the rain had stopped. I looked up and saw a small green umbrella on my head and looked left. A figure is dressed in blue, with black hair and a cherry mouth! Isn't this the classmate transferred from our class? Unfortunately, I can't remember her name. She looked at my test scores, sat down and said to me calmly, "What's the matter? You are so sad that you didn't do well in the exam. Look at this willow tree, it is still growing despite the heavy wind and rain. " I suddenly realized, cheer up. She raised her mouth slightly and told me her childhood experience in detail. We started to play, and she, the rain stopped. Before she left, I got up the courage and told her what I had hesitated for a long time. I blushed and said to her, "shall we be good friends forever?" Her mouth was raised and she nodded. It's a pity that she left me after studying in our school for a year. As time goes by, we become more and more alienated and unfamiliar.
I don't know when there were two more girls on the bench. A girl pointed at me and said, "That sister is crying." Another little girl said, not tears, but rain. I touched my cheek and couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain.
I walked slowly, leaving a few lines of footprints, which were the marks she left in my heart.
Memories composition: Memories in the rain 8 The rain is still falling, and the drizzle is falling, hitting the window and dripping on the glass, which gradually blurs my sight and reminds me of that afternoon.
That day, I strode confidently on my way home. Bang, a penny dances Waltz. This is the most humble coin in my pocket. I thought the direction of the coin had moved a little, but I thought to myself, "How inconspicuous a penny is! Why should I go to so much trouble for this penny? What a shame! " I looked up, humming a ditty and strode away.
"Brother, you lost your money!" Behind him came a childish cry. I stopped and looked back. I saw a five or six-year-old girl wearing a white dress, waving her hands and shouting loudly. The rain ran down her hair, and the splash from two feet wearing little red shoes caused ripples. When she saw me stop, her eyes sparkled and she shouted at me. Suddenly, she stepped into a puddle and fell on her back, and mud splashed all over the little girl. Her white dress became dark, her arm was scratched, and blood flowed out and dripped in the rain. But she held back the pain, propped herself up with her hands, picked up the coins and wiped them with her skirt. This is the national emblem on the coin that caught my attention, yes. At this time, the little girl has come to me. Her muddy face was full of smiles. Like Shandandan in full bloom, she raised the coin with both hands as a sign for me to accept it. I took the coin, touched the little girl's head and asked her with concern, "Little sister, do you hurt?" The little girl shook her head and said to me, "It doesn't hurt." I opened my umbrella, wiped her wound with paper and said to her, "Why are you so careless?" ! Isn't it a penny? Why do you work so hard? I can't buy anything. "The little girl murmured," my mother said that this coin has a national emblem, which symbolizes the motherland. We should love our motherland. " With that, the little girl ran away. I was left alone. Yes, I love my motherland. What a familiar word! And me, we all did it? I took out the coin again and nodded silently.
Suddenly, a thunder woke me up from my memory, and I looked up. It's still raining, and the little girl's patriotism is deeply imprinted in my heart.
Memories composition: Memories in the rain 9. Spring rain, falling slowly. Suddenly, a brand-new car passed through the puddle, and the water in the puddle suddenly splashed. Every drop of water reflects the world, and the field reflects me sitting in front of the windowsill, meditating on this situation.
That story contains how tolerant an old man is!
Once, because I got up late, a ray of sunshine finally climbed up the window sill and woke me up. Before I could say thank you, I plunged into my bike, pedaled wildly with my feet and set off.
When I was about to reach the school gate, the weather was firmly against me and it began to rain. It's raining harder and harder, so I can only ride faster and faster in a panic. Suddenly, a hazy figure became clear, and I quickly braked. Maybe it's because the road is slippery on rainy days, and the car doesn't listen to it and slides forward. The sound of a car colliding with a person pierced the sky. The rain laughed at my stupidity, and the cloud condemned my fault ... only the old man was checking his injury alone. There are some broken eggs lying around innocently. They were washed away by the rain. Should I go to school first? Or make up for your mistakes first? After a while, the kind little man won. So, I got off the bus and blushed and asked the old man if he needed to take him home. When I suddenly saw the "bones" of broken eggs, I was afraid to ask again. Waiting for a more violent storm, imagine a weak body being annihilated by a mental storm ... "No need, just some skin injuries, eggs are not worth a few dollars. Go to school, I'm fine! " This sentence is like a clear sky after the rain, and the sun hits the body obliquely. Although the body is soaked, the heart is warm.
Yes! The sentence "I'm fine" contains respect for a person. Another car passed through the puddle, but this time, it reflected a crystal heart. ...
Memories composition: Memories in the rain 10 A breeze passed by me, and the drizzle weaved a tulle like smoke and fog. A figure appeared in the hazy sight.
The chaotic wind rolled up my thoughts, and I can't forget ... every morning, my elderly grandmother would set up a stall in the vegetable market to sell things. When I first met her, I also observed her-dark skin, plump, slightly gaunt, as thin as a branch, not as charming as I expected. My mother often comes to this old woman's house to buy food. I remember meeting her once, which made me respect her. On this day, I went to my grandmother's house to buy food as usual, took a few peppers in a hurry, gave ten yuan and left in a hurry. I vaguely heard a few calls behind me, but I didn't care and accelerated. Until I passed the traffic lights, someone patted me on the shoulder. Turning around, the grandmother selling vegetables panted, "Hey, kid, you haven't got the change yet. Why did you run away? Here, this is for you. " She also taught me, "Don't panic, just take your time, okay?" I nodded vaguely, smiled shyly at her and took the money, completely lost in thought.
The rain outside the window is still falling, and my memory is still uninterrupted. ...
I haven't seen her since. I heard that she was picked up by her daughter to enjoy her old age. Her vague face left an indelible memory for me, and her smile seemed to be in full bloom in the peach blossoms of a hundred gardens. The rain has stopped, but my memory of my grandmother has not disappeared. ...