A 6-word composition on a rainy day.
The wind blew across my face, leaving nothing behind, and the rain, drop by drop, connected in a line, and I, lying in bed, tossed and turned.
When I was a child, I had a strong curiosity about everything and always wanted to understand everything. However, when I was growing up on the hard road of life, I discovered how ridiculous my childhood thoughts were. It was impossible for people to understand everything, even if it took me a lifetime ... It was a rainy day, just like now, the wind blew over my face, leaving nothing behind, and the rain was still connected into a line drop by drop. The funeral procession is like a long queue. Several old people in front are carrying coffins and walking slowly. The daughter of the deceased old man is close behind. She is sobbing, and her tears are dry. The whole funeral procession is immersed in grief. Naively, I look at the daughter of the deceased old man and wonder why she is crying. The old man is just sleeping. It was not until I experienced such a scene that I realized the sadness of that person. It was also a rainy day. I had to get up early, but my grandmother didn't get up today, so I went to her room. Oh, she was still sleeping, so I pushed her and told her to get up. However, I didn't see her move for a long time, and I found her cold all over. I quickly ran to call my father. When my father saw it, he was silent for a moment, and then he slowly spit out a few words: "Your grandmother passed away." "ah!" This news is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for me. On the left night, my grandmother was still watching TV with me ... When my grandmother's body was put into the coffin, I realized the grief of losing my loved ones. Dad said, "Don't be sad. Your grandmother has been tired all her life. Maybe death is her real solution. You have to be strong ..."
This is a huge blow to me, but without these blows, how can we grow? How to be self-reliant? 2. A composition describing what you did on a rainy day, about 6 words, "It's nice on a rainy day"
Rain is plain and unremarkable.
but I like rain, like rain ... transparent rain, a person gawking at it, drop by drop, tick by tick ... very regular and rhythmic. At this time, my heart always feels calm and my mood is like water. If you listen carefully, you can also hear the sound of rain falling on the ground, windows and roofs. In fact, it is a breath of the earth, and people's mood is directly proportional to this breath. So, I like rain.
It's a beautiful enjoyment to sit by the window and enjoy the beautiful scenery and listen to the sound of the rain on rainy days. When it's drizzling, it's nice to get close to the rain outside. The line-like rain slowly touches the tender skin, which is cool and comfortable, like a mother's hand stroking gently. That feels great! The rain washed away all the troubles and dissatisfaction in our hearts, and suddenly there was only a comfortable feeling and a happy mood, which made me very happy! Therefore, I like rain.
When the fierce sunshine in summer cracks the earth; When the gloomy days and the cloudy days last for many days finally let go of the "gate", the rain poured down like anger, washing the hot earth and the gloomy and cloudy days. The heavy rain of the whole day and night moistened the earth and washed away the irritability of farmers' hearts. At this time, everyone will always applaud: "What a timely rain! It's nice to have a rainy day!
When the rain stops, there are always a few clouds hanging in the sky, which are very pure and seem to be just people in the dark. These clouds may be hope! Survival has always been difficult and confusing, just like the darkness of rain, but when it rains, it is like sunny after rain, giving people hope. So it's sunny and rainy! The "sky" after the rain is even more sunny and beautiful!
It's raining outside the window ...
It's good to be rainy! 3. The composition describing the rain, 6 words
The lovely rain is weak, the lightest thing in the world, and it can't knock the heavy reinforced concrete building.
Wawu, on the other hand, has raindrops on it, tinkling and immediately making a pleasant sound. People living in the hut also have the blessing of being close to nature in the rain.
when the rain is sudden, the sound is generous and exciting, like hundreds of horses singing together, like thousands of Ma Benteng. As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker, and it seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in the ear in warm spring. The tiles seem to be specially set for the 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. Old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier dreams"; The dying beauty has the bitterness of "and as raindrops brighten yellow leaves, the lamp illumines my white head"; Acacia lovers have the longing that "the phoenix tree is drizzling, and it will drip at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the reverie that "a small building listens to the spring rain all night, and a deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty".
Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes. In my spare time, I was lucky enough to return to the place where I used to listen to the rain.
It happened to be a light rain that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, there is a strange emotional appeal in the rain, which has not been communicated for a long time.
it keeps me away, showing me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. I have a carefree feeling of waking up from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after being confused.
oh, what I met in the rain was my self who had separated from time and space. 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 the rain and sing upstairs, and the red candle is faint."
in the prime of life, listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. " Different life circumstances 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 true feelings, and listening to the flowing years. Apart from the echoes of the years, the sound of the rain has also brought about the regret of the past and the melancholy of wanting to talk again.
It seems that only in the light rain of this earthen house can the soul breathe and life continue. The sound of rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat ... It's raining, so I put my hand out of the window and touch the heartbeat of the rain.
a refreshing coolness suddenly purified all thoughts in my mind. Rain man slipped down the invisible slide in the sky and fell to the ground, immediately splashing a glittering and translucent spray, how happy they are! I looked at 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 return to the original, deep into my heart and hard to erase. The rain suddenly stopped, and I was shocked-the rain man disappeared, the splash disappeared, the singing and laughter disappeared, and nothing disappeared. I returned to the real world, and I was still me, a child with bones and flesh, not the crystal rain man just now.
Everything just now seemed like a wonderful dream, and I'm still unfinished. Oh, it will rain again, and the rain man will fall from the sky again. 4. rainy day mood composition
rainy day mood
the melancholy rain comes from the sky and gradually disappears and moistens the soil. The feet of time go unconsciously to autumn, and it comes intermittently and has no end. After walking for a long time, I found myself like this endless rain, looking for something, walking step by step, getting used to it, and having no purpose. There are still two kites flying alone and struggling in the sky. The sad clouds seem to be listless together. Perhaps the sun has also rested, and the trees on the roadside are still evergreen, unable to bear the loneliness and prepare for the growth in the coming year, showing a beautiful appearance.
I haven't got up yet, listening to the ticking on the window, and the rhythm still stays in yesterday's position. The towel gourd shed built next door is not lush, but dotted with little yellow flowers. All this seems to be like preparation. I don't want to go out on rainy days, holding an umbrella and following the wind. After a while, trouser legs is wet, the sky is painted dark gray, and the style is somewhat like ink painting, and I have fainted before five o'clock. A good sleep or reading is a good way to pass the time in this weather. The noise outside is isolated from the world, and the days will continue. Someone gave a business card, and the back of the business card said:
Diligent feet
Keep on the right path.
It's sunny, rainy and cloudy, so I walk every day. Sometimes when I grow up in a hurry, I find that I have lost a lot of things that I can't keep. Now that I have woken up in the past and found my lost self, the outside world can't change after all, so adjust the mood button, smile in the mirror, and my heart is still brilliant. Gradually, the whole person relaxed. 5. Ask for a 6-word composition "It's good to be rainy", and the average level is the best. < P > It's good to be rainy (3 articles) Author: The hearts of teenagers such as Jiang Yinyin in Class 3 of Shizhai Junior Middle School are like a glass window. Although it is crystal clear, there is a curtain hanging inside. However, no matter how thick it is, the tenderness of rain and the warm sunshine will overflow into the atrium .. Fallen leaves don't seem to welcome the cold rain. There is not bright light in the sky, and the rain line is dense and oblique, intermittent ... "It's really raining, and it's getting dark. When will this annoying rain stop?" Without an umbrella in my hand, I am hiding under the eaves. But complaining is of no help at all. You see: there are ripples in the concave of the street, which are rapid and continuous. Several fallen leaves swirl in the rain to draw an arc, and the car whistle weakly stretches its voice ... I can no longer suppress my resentment and rush into the rain. "God forbid, can this little thing trap me?" Stepping on the splash, leaving a symphony of rain behind. "Hey, get out of the way!" Suddenly a pair of feet appeared in front of me, and my hand was in front of my forehead. But this man didn't respond. I looked up. It was a boy. His eyes were even more radiant under the rain-woven sky, and he was holding an umbrella in his hand. It seemed very big. "I saw you running in the rain from a distance, didn't you have an umbrella? Shall I take you home?" The tone seems to be a little ridiculous. The rain is slanting under the umbrella, the ice is on my face, and there is a little cold wind. "I don't know you, I'll be fine after a while, but my clothes are wet anyway." I threw this sentence and rushed into the rustling autumn rain again. Although the surface is very polite, I don't think so in my heart: Who are you? I just thought you were a little familiar. Why do you look like a bad guy? It's raining more quickly. The footsteps of night are getting closer. "It's a bit sad to treat kindness as a donkey's liver and lung!" An umbrella appeared above my head, and when I turned around, it was him. I was a little impatient, a little frowning, and was about to speak. He pushed me out with one hand and handed the handle to my hand with the other, and said with a smile, "I don't know what to say." I just stepped back a few steps. He might know something. "Maybe we will be in the same class or university in the future. That's how friendship is established. ""Xie …… "I haven't finished the two" Xie "yet, he has stepped into the rain. His figure is becoming more and more blurred. The rain is still pounding the world, but I am standing under the umbrella, and the rain outside the umbrella seems to be no longer so cold, so icy, so rapid, so slow and rhythmic. Suddenly, the sky becomes warm and the rain becomes warm. Sixteen-year-old flower season, there is sincere friendship, there are sunny rainy days, when such a rainy day of friendship, be careful that the door is knocked open by the rain, of course, will say: "It's good to rain!" " (Comment: The author described "It's nice to have a rainy day" with a small incident in the rain. It was on this rainy day that the author realized the sincere friendship and the warmth of the world. He was originally annoyed because there was no umbrella in the rain, and changed the author's view on the rain through the story in the rain, which naturally led to "It's nice to have a rainy day!" In addition, the author pays attention to setting off the characters' psychology through environmental description, which is very successful, which is worthy of our reference in future writing. (Qiu Shengnan) It's good to teach junior middle school class three (3) in Zhaizhai on rainy days, which is an angel's crystal tears, falling into the calm lake bottom, rippling in your eyes and in my life ............... There is no season, even no reason. Rain is beautiful, isn't it? I have always liked its elegance, detachment and faint bitterness. So I quietly wondered, is it a fairy? Just for the sake of purifying the world and benefiting all things ... Spring rain is a quiet little girl, floating quietly. Poet Du Fu has a poem "Good rain knows the season". On such a spring night, you just need to calm down, soak in a cup of green tea and start painting: the earth is a good rice paper, and Spring rain is a pen full of greenery. Just gently, the greenery will faint. Xia Yu is like a naughty child. When you don't pay attention, it jumps all the way and plays noisily. It knocks on everything that can ring, and then knocks on the window glass, as if to remind you: Pay attention, a wonderful rock music is about to start! Then you will hear beautiful melodies. In order to light up the venue of the performance, it also invites lightning to join in the fun from time to time. At that moment, the night is like day, and you will see thousands of musicians playing their notes in an orderly way. Before you know it, one muffled thunder after another comes from a distance and comes to listen to this most outstanding movement. You can indulge in it with Biwu Cuizhu all summer night. The sonorous melody makes people's blood boil. In autumn, the rain will be golden. Listening to the golden rain, everything becomes silent and quiet. From this golden rain, I seem to hear the gongs and drums celebrating the harvest. In the golden rain, farmers have harvested rice, teachers have harvested hope, and I have also harvested beautiful feelings. The winter rain is gentle and sincere, and it falls unhurriedly, melting snow and ice; It falls slowly, washing the dust and dirt; It landed slowly, ready for the arrival of spring. Listen to the sound of winter rain outside the window, which is clearly the prelude to spring, what a wonderful melody! Rainy days are the sounds of nature brought to you by the elves. She will let you have the purest and most beautiful mind, and enjoy the endless fun she brings to you! It's nice to have a rainy day! (Comment: The title of this article is unique, and the inscription is skillfully used. The author quotes poems into the text, with fantastic ideas, and describes it in all directions from the perspective of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Many rhetorical devices such as personification, parallelism, metaphor and exaggeration are used in this article, which fully shows the author's profound literary background. This article is a masterpiece. —— Sun Wei) It's really good to be a teacher in Class 3 of junior high school on rainy days.