"It's raining!" A classmate shouted. I saw it raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and the raindrops seemed to be playing a little waltz. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window.
The sky is raining tirelessly, and the hazy rain and fog gently cover the whole campus. Rain drops from the sky like ten thousand silver lines and gently hits the window, forming a beautiful bead curtain.
It's time to finish school. We came to the front hall of the teaching building and saw the colorful school gates. Oh, that's my parents' umbrella.
So after going through five levels and beheading six generals, I managed to squeeze into my father's car ... After a while, it began to rain heavily, as if to stop all the people on the road. ..... Towards evening, the rain stopped.
The next morning, the continuous spring rain began to rain again. Raindrops, like thin embroidery needles, wear in every corner and fall on leaves, spinning like beads. At this time, the city was immersed in silence, and my heart calmed down.
Yangliuqing falls after the rain. On the green grass, all kinds of flowers are blooming in the rain. Roses, Chinese rose flowers, winter jasmine flowers, lilies ... they sit around as if they are beautiful, and they seem to be discussing how to show people more beautiful spring. This is really "a good rain like a season, when spring happens." Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently! "The rain is weak, it is the lightest thing in the world, and it can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings.
And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound. People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain.
When the rain is sudden, the sound is generous and violent, just like hundreds of horses singing together, Malik gallops. As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. These tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection.
People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret. The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers."
Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes. In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain.
It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time.
It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion.
Oh, what I met in the rain was the self separated from time and space, and it was telling me everything before. I hesitated. I asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me? There is a saying: "Young people listen to singing on the rainy floor, and the red candle is faint."
In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. "Different life situations make people feel different when listening to the rain.
However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the flow of true feelings and listening to the flow of years. In addition to the echo of the years, the sound of rain also brings regrets of the past and melancholy that I want to talk about again.
It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue. The sound of rain is still echoing, just like my real heartbeat ... It's raining, so I put my hand out of the window and touch the heartbeat of rain.
A refreshing coolness suddenly purified all the thoughts in my mind. Rain man slipped down from the invisible slide in the sky and fell to the ground, immediately splashing crystal water. How happy they are! I watched all this happily, as if I had joined their team. We danced together and blossomed on the ground together.
There was a faint fragrance in the distance, which made me go back to the beginning, deeply rooted in my heart and hard to erase. The rain stopped suddenly, and I was shocked-the rain man disappeared, the splash disappeared, the laughter disappeared, and nothing disappeared. I'm back in the real world. I'm still me, a child with bones and flesh, not the crystal rain man just now.
Everything just now, as if it were a wonderful dream, is still unfinished. Oh, it's going to rain again, and the rain man is going to fall from the sky again! In the morning, the falling rain falls on the heart of winter, narcissus. I searched the whole house for the rare green and fragrance in winter, and only found the flowerpot that once raised daffodils. I'm lost and at a loss. How could I be so careless? When winter came, I forgot to raise tall daffodils to decorate the winter. I didn't forget, but ignored. I have been paying attention last year, but the flower shop selling daffodils has never been found. In the early winter of this year, the biggest wish is to raise a lot of daffodils, so that green can fill the whole room and decorate the whole winter.
I seem to see the snowy winter, flying high, only the tall and simple daffodils with yellow stamens, laughing and snowing in winter. Snow has landed in Songfang Village.
Snow has landed in Songfangxi. Snow like catkins, snow like reeds, and snow like dandelion fluffy seeds are flying in the wind.
Snow covers the rocks in the stream and the rocks in the stream: it seems that a group of white calves are drinking water in the stream; It seems that there are two white lions sleeping in the snow; It seems that there are some white bears, who are preparing to walk from the stream to the shore in the snow. Songfangxi Stone Bridge is covered with snow: Songfang Village seems to have a bridge carved with white jade, which was built on Songfangxi.
The snow stopped. In the morning, the roof of the village, the straw stacks and fences, and the wooden shed of the tractor station are all covered with snow.
The pine forest and bamboo forest on the mountain are covered with snow. The trunks and branches of tall maple trees and wild persimmon trees are covered with snow.
The distant mountains are covered with snow. This stone bridge is covered with snow.
The stone is covered with snow. I stopped when I walked across the stone bridge.
I heard a stream flowing under the bridge. I saw the snow shadows of distant mountains reflected in the stream, and I saw the snow shadows of stone bridges and streams.
I see one in the stream.
2. Writing an excellent composition in Grade One requires 600 words and cannot exceed 700. Writing an excellent composition in the first day of junior high school requires Excellence. 3. Write a 600-word autumn composition. When the autumn girl arrived, the wild geese flew south, and the word "one" and the word "people" lined up for a while.
White clouds are flying in the blue sky. I like this golden autumn show, and I prefer the fields in autumn.
Walking on the boulevard leading to the field, I saw that the trees on the roadside had withered and yellow leaves were falling. Yellow leaves are all over the earth, and when you step on them, there will be a "rustling" sound. Although the grass is yellow, it is full of vitality underground, and it will flourish again next spring.
By the roadside, the leaves of poplar trees slowly fall from the trees like dancing yellow butterflies, and only the leaves of pine and cypress are still so green. Soon, I came to the field.
Wow, Miss Qiu has already played! Look, Gao Lianghai proudly holds its head high and raises the torch. Qiu Guang is colorful, like a flower bed covered with splendid jewels. Its upright pole, huge red spikes, like drunk, blown by the breeze, huge leaves dancing with the wind, as if waving to people. Look, a plant is taller than one person.
There is a strong corn on every tree. Some even have "twins".
Pick any one and peel it off to reveal the golden corn kernels inside. It's really pleasing to the eye. In the endless fields, the rice is ripe.
It is golden, and looks like a long and wide yellow carpet. At first glance, it is full of intoxicating gold. Under the sunshine, it is more and more dazzling, as if the ground is full of gold. Wow! No wonder the farmer uncle who cut rice was so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut. Looking at this fruitful achievement, who is not happy to blossom! Huh? South of the rice field, what is glistening? Ah, what a big cotton field. Snow-white cotton is like a peach in a gray cotton leaf. No wonder people call them cotton peaches! Chubby cotton peaches spit out clouds of white cotton wool, as soft as cow hair.
Ah! I love this autumn, and I love the golden fields in this autumn.
There is a nearly three kilometers road from grandma's house to mine, which I call "father-son road".
Because every evening, my father and I walk home along this road. Whenever I walk on this road, I will follow my father's instructions and pay attention to the surrounding scenery. The grass and trees around me make me feel comfortable.
Changchun Bridge is our only way. In the evening, in the Riverbank Park, some old people are in leg press, some are pushing wheels, and children are lining up to play slides. After getting on the bridge, the scenery presented to you changed, as if you had walked from one painting to another.
Unconsciously, the moon has poked its head out, and the reflection of the street lamp on the bridge is projected on the water surface of the Hunhe River, making the Hunhe River more magical and beautiful. Walking on the bridge of myth, I feel extremely happy.
The scenery of the four seasons on this road changes in turn, and my growing footprints have become the "staff" on this road. While I am happy, this road has also exercised my body.
I lived with my grandparents when I was a child. Everywhere I go, I clamor for a taxi and lack physical exercise. When I first walked this road, I couldn't hold on. I walked half a mile and was too tired to sit on the ground.
Suddenly, I saw some new buds of grass sticking out of the soil like needles on the roadside, which seemed to bring me warm sunshine. The August sun is like an umbrella. Even at night, asphalt pavement is still soft.
Looking at me grinning, my father had to carry me for a while and then encouraged me to stick to it. After spring and summer, I finally finished the whole journey.
A golden wind blew, making me chill. In the snowy winter, in the joyful laughter, my father and I walked and had a snowball fight.
I shed sweat all the way, leaving me with a good figure. This road has given me more knowledge and happiness.
Every day, my father and I walk on this road. I told my father what happened at school and discussed the problems I encountered in my study. Dad always answers my questions patiently. He seems to be born to be a teacher. The topic is lively, interesting and easy to understand.
Dad tells me a historical story every day. Unconsciously, I learned a lot of knowledge and got a lot of happiness. Whenever I walk on this road, it's like walking into the world of our father and son.
This is the world of knowledge, this is the world of happiness and happiness. The scenery, knowledge, happiness and a little sweat along the way moisten my heart like raindrops, let me grow up healthily in happiness and happiness, let me understand things and the pains of my parents.
"Father" is very simple, as simple as two Chinese characters. "Father" is very complicated and contains too much care and responsibility.
People say that father is a tree, which can shelter from the wind and rain. But for me, my father is my direction in the dark.
Whenever I face my father's encouraging eyes, I feel extremely warm and full of strength. Every day, my father and I walk on this road as always.
Road, looking at the back of the father and son forward, forward.
5. Help me write a narrative. The 600-word voice of fatherly love and the crisp and melodious piano sound give people childhood memories; The melancholy voice of pipa gives people nostalgic associations; That voice gave me the power of love.
Things have been in a hurry for decades, so how can spring flowers and autumn moons be idle? In this fast-paced social life, people's ears are full of all kinds of voices, but maybe that voice will not be remembered-footsteps. Dad has a unique pace, always rhythmic, like the beautiful sliding sound on the piano keys, like the crisp sound of "four strings singing together, such as spinning" on the pipa strings.
Every contact between the sole and the ground embodies a sense of art. Once, I didn't realize there was love in my footsteps.
"Go to sleep!" Dad came into my room gently and said kindly, making my bed conveniently. I nodded and said, "OK, I'll sleep for a while."
The brisk pace left me. Looking at the paved quilt and smelling the fragrance released from it, I feel that there is a caring smell in my footsteps.
A strange feeling came to my mind. Footsteps flow through my heart like gurgling water, nourishing my dry heart.
At night, I was awakened by a nightmare and heard a string of light, thin, cautious and steady voices coming to my room. I closed my eyes in fear.
The door opened slightly, and I quietly opened my eyes a little. In the dark, I saw a tall body gently covering me with a quilt that had just been broken. Everything is so skilled, as if I can do it every day. Then he crept away again. Although it was light, I recognized the rhythmic sound. It's dad.
I was surrounded by the warm current of my father's love and suddenly burst into tears. I can hear the concern and caution in my footsteps, like the cool summer breeze, which brings me coolness, makes my heart calm and hot, and makes me move forward.
Dad will send me to and from school every day. Every afternoon after school, what I look forward to most is to hear the familiar melody coming from the corridor, which will relax my uneasy heart.
During the winter vacation, I went to school to make up lessons. When school is over, Goose Feather University opens outside. The students all went out to feel the pure beauty of white in winter, but I secretly closed my heart. Will my father come? I can't help asking myself over and over again. The class answers always float around: "Yes", "No" and "Yes" ... After school, all the students walked away smiling, only I was waiting anxiously in the classroom. When I was almost desperate and ready to go home alone, the familiar footsteps came, so eager that they seemed to have no rhythm. I can't help feeling happy. Go out and have a look, it's really dad. He's covered in snow! My hair is all white, like a snowman! He said apologetically, "It's too late to go back and get you a poncho."
Said, and took out a raincoat with his warm body temperature from his arms. I couldn't help it any longer. I threw myself into his arms and held him tightly.
People say that my father loves me like a mountain. Today I finally witnessed this sentence. My father's love gave me the power to be happy! Now sitting in the examination room looking at the topic, the first thing that comes to mind is the voice of love, because only the footsteps of love have a soul! Dad, I love you! Listen carefully. Recently, the weather has turned from warm to cold, from rain to sunny, from heavy rain to scorching sun. In poor health, I caught a bad cold under the attack of cold and warm fronts.
I buried my groggy head in the pillow, hoping that I could recover after a sleep, but when I got up the next day, my throat was so blocked that I didn't care at first. When I wanted to say hello to my mother, I found a serious problem-I can't talk. "This is a voice. Sometimes colds do this. It will be fine in two days. "
My mother comforted me. I think it's novel, and it's really fun to be speechless! But not long after, I found that the problem was not small.
A lot of things I want to express can't be said. I will show my face when I see that my classmates won't say hello. I'm too noisy and quiet. I can't believe it. When I tried to encourage my mother to eat steak at noon, but I couldn't make a sound with my mouth open, I completely collapsed.
In the mirror, my lips are open and closed, but there is no sound. As funny as an actor in a silent movie. Seeing that I was depressed, my mother smiled mysteriously and said, "Can the sound only come from my throat?" After that, my mother turned and went into the kitchen. I heard the familiar ensemble of pots and pans, as well as the sound of cutting vegetables and juicing with a juicer ... all kinds of voices were endless, all of which were my mother's! Calm down, I'll open the window.
The voice of the football broadcast belongs to the uncle next door, the strange violin belongs to the little girl next door, the "squeak" voice belongs to the old man who rides a broken tricycle to buy junk, the "chirp" voice belongs to the cheerful bird, and the "rustling" voice belongs to the old locust tree in the yard ... It turns out that everyone has so many voices! When I close my eyes, my ears will be clear. There will be no quarrel, no gossip, no nagging, but a refreshing and leisurely feeling that has not been touched by human voices. Like a quiet mute, I seem to hear the sound of mountains, water, clouds crossing the sky and water lilies blooming petals ... open my eyes and all the pictures. There is no laughter, but a smile has climbed up my cheek. This silent smile is better than a smile as clear as a bell, and a smile that breathes like an oriole reminds me that "more is told in silence than in their voices".
Mother took out the steak from the kitchen and said, "Do you want a steak?" I shook my head and my mother looked at me in surprise. Now steak is not the most important thing. I went to the piano and played Chopin's serenade.
I have heard of Wan Lai, so when others lose confidence and feel depressed, I hope they can hear my beautiful voice. Yanming is autumn in the south of the Yangtze River. Stop and listen carefully.
The wind blew over the top of the forest and dyed the trees yellow; On the bank of Surabaya, there is a dense pool-listen, there is the sound of geese crossing the sky ... autumn in childhood, autumn in my hometown. Grandma carried me to the field, and a golden ear of rice, where the waves passed, turned out the fragrance and dyed her lungs red.
I leaned against the big stump and watched Grandma Weiwei go to work in the fields. The slim body of the old man was soon hidden in the mist in the sunset. Paddy field fell asleep peacefully.
6. Junior high school composition is 600 words, which should be appreciated. Life is more exciting because of setbacks. In this life school, frustration is a compulsory course.
This course has increased our courage; Strengthened our will; It strengthens our faith and makes us stronger, braver and more optimistic ... I have such personal experience. I like folk music and pipa.
When I first learned, I encountered many setbacks, big and small. These setbacks almost crushed me, and I was ready to give up the pipa.
When I was disheartened, a successful performance on the stage made me well received by many people. I smiled, this success made me understand the beauty of setbacks, and understood that if there were no setbacks in life, life would be as dull as a glass of boiled water; If there are no setbacks in life, like an endless desert without any ups and downs, what is the meaning of life? Perhaps, you are still shaking your head, and these words can't convince you, so please look at Beethoven.
Beethoven was deaf in both ears. You know, musicians lose their hearing just like drivers lose their eyes. However, he endured the pain and inspired himself with the words "I will hold my destiny by the throat and never let it make me yield", and continued to struggle in the field of music. He created the immortal Ninth Symphony. ..
This not only makes his life have a wonderful melody, but also brings a wonderful feeling of life and beauty to people who like music all over the world. Sima Qian wrote historical records in prison; Wu Cheng'en suffered many setbacks in the imperial examination, but he didn't give up and wrote The Journey to the West. Pu Songling, who was frustrated all his life and lived in poverty, created China's famous collection of short stories in classical Chinese, Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio. Under the persecution of the dark forces, Lu Xun can still write household names "Wandering" and "Scream" ... and ostrovsky, who is completely paralyzed, and his "How Steel was Tempered"; Paalmann, the violin prince who has been disabled for life because of polio ... These living examples are presented to you, do you still shake your head? Do you still think that setbacks are just obstacles to your progress? In fact, life is like the sea, and setbacks are like waves in the sea, giving the sea grandeur and mystery; Life is like the blue sky, and setbacks are like white clouds in the blue sky, dotted with stars, but full of the sky; Life is like a blank sheet of paper, frustration is like a brush, which paints a beautiful picture for this blank sheet of life; Life is a sport, and frustration is the beating notes and beautiful music played in this sport ... If you choose the blue sky, don't long for sunny weather; If you choose land, don't long for a flat continent; If you choose the ocean, don't rush to be smooth sailing.
Let's face setbacks bravely, and life is more exciting because of setbacks.
The golden autumn time of about 7.600 words kept flowing forward, and the weather gradually cooled down. Noisy cicadas are blown away by autumn, replaced by the whining of crickets in the cracks in the slate at night.
Ah! That lovely autumn has finally come. Autumn is more prosperous than spring. The flowery spring is beautiful, but the fruitful autumn colors reveal the joy of harvest. Autumn is more colorful than summer. Although the summer with dense branches and leaves is charming, the autumn colors of golden leaves and green trees are even more refreshing. Autumn is more energetic than winter. Snow-capped winter is lovely, but the golden autumn with fragrant melons and fruits is more colorful.
Autumn came to the Woods. From a distance, yellow leaves fall in pairs like golden butterflies. Tired of flying, they landed on my shoulders, head and feet. Brought my thoughts from green summer to golden autumn.
As soon as I turned around, another peach leaf fell beside me. I bent down to pick it up and held it in my hand to study it carefully. What a special autumn leaf! It hasn't come yet, it has completely faded, and it still exudes a strong aroma. Autumn came to the orchard, persimmon bent down, bent down, and the branches were about to break. Sister litchi was so fat that she broke her clothes and showed her bulging white belly.
Huge apples are covered with branches, showing sweet smiles, or shy or bold. The girl in autumn came to the farmland, and the corn was very happy. It specially changed into a new golden dress, grinning and showing golden teeth. In order to make themselves more beautiful, tomatoes put lipstick on their faces; The potato may have been too excited to break its green mouth and show its yellow tongue.
Autumn has come, and the garden has become a paradise for chrysanthemums. They may like this heavy gold and choose to bloom their beauty in autumn.
Chrysanthemums come in many colors: yellow, pink and white.
Big flowers and curly petals are like a little girl with curly hair. Wandering in the chrysanthemum garden or enjoying a pot of colorful chrysanthemums alone, slowly intoxicated by that fragrance.
Autumn brings gold to the earth and cotton-like clouds to the blue sky. Autumn wind, as cool as water, dyed the world yellow with chill.
I like this crisp autumn season! I like autumn with flowers and leaves and flat chrysanthemums. I like this unique and splendid autumn scenery.
Autumn is really a harvest season. The sound of lawn mower, children's laughter and adults' laughter are combined into a symphony in autumn.
8.600-word writing composition childhood fun, choose one childhood from three, is a sea of joy.
On the seashore of memory, there are countless shells, some of which are gloomy and evoke a sad past; There are wonderful and interesting stories that remind people of their childhood. I was looking for the most beautiful shell on the coast of memory. Ah, I found it ... At that time, I was only six years old, which was the age with a soft spot for birthdays.
I like to celebrate my birthday, because I will have a big cake, and at that time, an interesting thing happened: I was busy all morning, and finally I could have a long-awaited cake! You see, the cake is big and round, with pure white cream on it and all kinds of cream-colored flowers on it. It seems to be smiling at me, so cute! The cake also says "Happy Birthday" with red jam. By candlelight, the cake really made my mouth water! I can't wait to eat.
Finally, I understand. I have a big cake in my hand. I took a big bite, ah, delicious! My sister suddenly laughed, which puzzled me. I put a cream on my nose when I looked in the mirror, like a clown! I couldn't help laughing myself.
My sister doesn't like cream. She is thinking about what to do. Suddenly, when she saw the cream on my nose, her eyes lit up and she smiled and said, "Sister, come here!" " I strode past without thinking. My sister asked me to sit down, but she brought me a plate of my favorite cream. I thought she was going to give it to me, so I quickly spoke.
"Pa", a cool thing stuck to my forehead, followed by my face and chin. I knew it was cream, so I stuck out my tongue to lick it, but I heard a burst of laughter. Look in the mirror, ha! A Xiaohua Mall appears in the mirror! A full face of cream, one east and one west.
My face is painted like a Peking Opera mask by this "advanced" cosmetic. No, the color of Peking Opera facial makeup is not that single. Pure white cream looks like Xiaohua Mall's hair in the mirror. Why not lick the cream like a greedy cat? I laughed, too, out of breath.
I suddenly became a greedy Xiaohua Mall! The fun of childhood, everything is like a colorful shell, these colorful shells hold up my colorful childhood! When I was a child, I was very naughty. Let me tell you an interesting story about my childhood. I remember one time I went home and saw my father sleeping in bed, so a "bad" idea suddenly came to my little head, that is, drawing "Facebook", not on paper, but on my father's face. I first found out the paint, pen and water, and then I carefully drew a big "king" on my father's forehead, and then I used khaki. This is a majestic tiger. After painting, I was happy for my "masterpiece" and felt sorry for my father's face being painted like this, because it was a pity that my father's beautiful face was painted like this.
Just as I was looking at my "masterpiece" happily, my father suddenly woke up and looked at him blankly. I burst out laughing. Father looked at me inexplicably. Seeing the watercolor paint and water all over the floor and looking at my malicious smile, my father rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror. When he found his face painted by me, he ran away without watercolor paint on his face. But I still remember. Look! How naughty I was when I was a child! It's interesting to think of it until now! Everyone's childhood has many interesting things, and I am no exception. Let me tell you an interesting story about my childhood.
It was a hot summer. I am playing at my grandmother's house. My grandmother lives in the country. She keeps a lot of chickens. One day, grandma, uncle and grandpa went out to play and left me alone at home. I was very angry and thought, how can they not take me out?
There is nothing to do in the house. I want to go to the henhouse to see what those chickens are doing. Hardly had I entered when I heard a bang. A hen laid an egg.
This is very interesting. I touched the egg curiously. Hey, it's hot and wet. Here's an idea.
I think chickens can lay eggs, so all the chickens in the henhouse can lay eggs. Why don't you dig out the eggs? Grandma won't praise me when she comes back and sees so many eggs, and maybe she will reward me. Yes, dig out the eggs! After thinking about it, I caught a chicken and pulled it out regardless of the willy-nilly. The chicken seems to know its fate, flapping its wings and trying to escape. For me, I hold the chicken feet tightly to see if it is good or bad. I haven't pulled it out for a long time. What's the matter? Why can't I pull it out and the reward is gone? I don't believe this can't be pulled out. I want to pull out the other one. I threw the chicken casually and went to catch other chickens. When the chickens saw me coming, they jumped up and down one by one, and started to run like mice saw cats. For me, I won't let go and keep catching chickens. No, I'm going to be a feather man in half an hour. I finally caught a chicken, and I began to dig. The chicken I dug out screamed "Wow", but I didn't take it out, and then I caught another chicken ... I dug up the chicken and it was foaming at the mouth. My ... grandma came back. When they saw my mess, they couldn't help laughing and asked why. Grandma not only didn't praise me, but also gave me a lecture. Later, I learned that except for the chicken coop.
This is an interesting thing when I was a child. Not only is it fun, but it also warns me from time to time: stealing chickens and not eating rice, don't do bad things with good intentions.