It has been raining that day.
It has been raining that day. I often sit by the window, listening to the thunder "accompaniment" and watching the dazzling lightning "add color" to make up for the worries brought by the rain. I often think: what is rain? However, it is only a natural scene obtained by evaporation of small water droplets. No matter how hard it rains, it will stop for a while.
But that time ...
I still remember that it was a Sunday, a Sunday with bad weather. I am armed to the teeth and ready to go to the square with my friends. Because just the afternoon before yesterday, we made an appointment to go to the square to play together, but God didn't give us a "good face". It's dark outside, and the dark clouds seem to be coming down. Occasionally a flash of lightning appeared on the horizon, but it didn't stop our firm friendship. I picked up my bag and left. On the way, the old naive turned against me and it began to rain. At that time, I only walked a third of the way, so it was easy to go home. But the thought of my friend's anxious face made me give up the idea of going home. My friends value our friendship so much, how can I go home! What if she gets sick in the rain to wait for me? So I braved the rain and rushed to the square at a speed of 100 meters, but there was no one in the square. I think my friend may still be on his way! What if I leave and she comes and can't see me? I'll wait for her here! One minute, five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes ... Half an hour passed and it rained more and more. It has changed from a small water drop to a broken bead. There is still no one in the square, but I am very helpless. I ran home in tears and became a "chicken soaking" in the heavy rain. Call your friend as soon as you enter the door and ask her why she didn't come. Who knows, she said, "It's raining hard today. How to get wet and catch a cold? You are responsible! " But why didn't you call me in advance to tell me that you weren't coming? "Oh, I forgot." Beep ... then, there was an unanswered silence. My friend, you know, I regard our friendship as rain or shine, but you turn a blind eye. ...
It was raining all the time that day, but what about the rain in my heart? It never stops. ...
It was raining all the time that day, and it was still raining. I knocked on the window, and the beautiful melody once again formed a wonderful ditty, which floated into my ears.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
It rained all the time that day. More fierce than today. The sky is overcast with clouds, lightning and thunder, raindrops are falling one after another, and beads as big as beans are falling one after another. On the ground, there is a big puddle everywhere, and there is more and more water, which overflows a dry land and moistens my dry heart. Lightning once again tore a big hole in the sky. What worries me is rebirth-
I wonder if the chlorophytum planted just a few weeks ago can survive this major "disaster".
I can't bear it any longer. I put on my new coat, propped up my fragile umbrella and ran downstairs. The rain, the bigger it is, soaked my pants and ran in the rain bit by bit. ...
Raindrops hit my head and made me get carried away. I only care about my chlorophytum and never care about me.
Finally, here we are-
I saw the pots of chlorophytum, which left one basin after another. The pots were smashed to pieces and the branches and leaves became mud. However, a miracle happened. The smallest, ugliest and most inconspicuous one survived! Although its basin is broken, its roots are getting denser and denser, its branches and leaves are bright green, and even the soil next to it is black enough to stare at you.
At that time, when I planted it, I saw that all the chlorophytum plants were full of flowers, while the cultured plants were small, ugly and unremarkable, so I gradually ignored them. Since then, I have watered other flowers enough every day, but I have never watered this one. Only when it rains does it drink two sips of water. I never thought it could really take root and sprout in it.
I began to blame me when I remembered my previous mistakes, but now I think of this "ghost look"-
Wet hair hung over her shoulders and spread out completely. The clothes are all wet and can squeeze out a washbasin of water. The feet turned into dirt. In a word, there is no clean place on me.
I seem to see chlorophytum on the ground laughing at me loudly, and it is staring at me. Laughing at me like this, standing in the rain like a beggar. Laugh at me. I won't be strong. I will cry when something happens. I won't be independent, I will only rely on my parents. I want to cry, but I can't.
Yes, even flowers will be strong and independent. They can endure the ordeal of wind and rain, and they don't flinch when they encounter difficulties, while we are just timid and can't do things independently.
Life is so short, but it is necessary to be strong and independent if you want to create a beautiful and happy world. They are like the roots of flowers. Without them, there would be no beautiful flowers. They are like stars. Without them, there would be no direction for progress, let alone success and happiness.
Sunshine always comes after the storm, and rainbow can only be seen after the storm.
It's still raining, but I firmly believe that I know what I will be and what I will do in the future.
It rained all the time that day, like tears, flowing down from the sky; Rain, like setbacks, blocks our progress; Rain covers the road of walking like gravel, which makes us stumble on the road of life ... From this perspective, rain is also sad rain, which will gradually overflow our hearts.
"Wow-wow ..." That day, it kept raining outside, which made people upset. At home, it is also affected by the rain and becomes restless. With a bang, the glass broke and the home was about to break. "What are you doing? You still want this kind of life! " "What should I do? Look at you. I take care of this and that all day. I'm sitting in the wrong station, as if I were your subordinate! " ..... I just fell asleep and heard a loud noise, so I quickly got out of bed, secretly hid behind the door and silently observed my parents' every move through the crack of the door.
They quarreled over a water glass? I can't believe how the beautiful and harmonious home in the past has become this fragmented appearance. Father loves smoking, and his mother often advises him not to smoke. Smoking is harmful to health, and my father woke up in time and gave up smoking ... isn't that good? Why are we arguing endlessly about a little thing now? Besides, it's not once or twice. Since I bought a new house and changed my home, I no longer have the warmth of the past. Why?
Mom and Dad, why? Where did our hometown go? Is it because you changed your home? Why? Now this family has become so embarrassed? All day long, the laughter of relatives is no longer heard at home, but the endless quarrel between "stranger" parents. What is this?
Mom and dad, when you quarrel, have you ever thought about my situation and my mood! Whenever you glare at "fighting", I hide in my room in fear, and my heart is full of infinite fear. The only thing I can think of is the heartfelt call: Mom and Dad, can you stop arguing and think more about your daughter-me, I just want that home full of laughter? Is it that hard?
"That's enough, stop talking!" Dad roared, slammed the door and walked out angrily, and then it reached my ears. It was my mother's heartbreaking cry. ...
"It's raining so hard and it's so late. Where can he go, dad? "
That day, the rain outside the window has been raining, and the rain at home has been raining. It's all those sad tears, and my heart is flooded with those hateful tears. ...
It has been raining that day. What a sad and painful sentence! On that day, I separated from my friends who lived with me day and night. At that time, we were nine. Although we are still young, the pain of separation also makes us very painful.
That day, it was raining in Mao Mao, and I walked into the classroom silently. The eyes of the whole class were staring at me, and I was at a loss. But I pretended to be calm and let the tears of disappointment flow down. They are still staring at me, their eyes full of melancholy and sadness that should not belong to this young age at all. There are several female students whose cheeks are covered with crystal tears. They still looked at me and let tears drop on the table. I couldn't stand their blazing eyes, so I lay on my desk and began to cry. Tears slowly soaked my sleeve.
Ding, ding, the bell rang, but the students just stared at me unmoved. I know, they are complaining about me and why I left them. At this moment, the teacher came in. Instead of holding a book and teaching us to read aloud as usual, she wrote a few big words on the blackboard: Today, we are separated, and tomorrow, we will meet again. I will never forget these words. The students came over and put many paper cranes on my desk. I clearly see that every paper crane is covered with words. I looked up at the familiar little face around me and found that one person was missing, the girl who had the best relationship with me. The teacher seemed to read my mind and said, "She asked for leave. Let me give this to you. " I took it. It was a small lavender card with a line on it: Have you forgotten your previous oath? No signature, no name. I cried again, for me and her vows. I really want to tell her: "I haven't forgotten, but I have to." But I broke my oath, and I'm not qualified to tell her any more.
The teacher called me to the office and gave me several sets of papers and some books. The teacher asked me to take good care of it. These things will be very useful in the future. Then he touched my head with his hand and sighed. After I finished my work, I walked back to the classroom. Although class was over at that time, it was not as lively as before. I silently packed my schoolbag and turned out of the classroom. I heard the crying in the classroom and couldn't help stepping up. The rain, the bigger it is, the happier it used to be, and the scenes floated to my heart.
Many years have passed, and I have forgotten their names and even their appearance, but I still remember every scene of that day, and the paper crane like that hill. I know that they are full of nostalgia for me, but I don't know that they can still remember me, the tearful little girl.
The rain, which has been raining, has soaked my heart.
It has been raining that day. Time flies and years are like songs. In the long river of life, we will inevitably encounter difficulties, big and small, and this storm is exactly the bumps and setbacks in life. I remember that day, it kept raining.
Bang, I trembled with the sound, and I knew what I was going to face next. "What's the matter with you?" My mother's anger is directed at my thin body. "That's it! Why did you get only a few points in the exam? Didn't you learn well in elementary school? " Dad came out of nowhere and responded.
It's not that I don't want to do well in the exam, and I don't know what's going on. The brilliant achievements in primary school instantly became a bubble. When I entered junior high school, my grades got worse and worse, which made me feel extremely annoyed.
"Are all primary school grades fake?" "Is it puppy love?" All kinds of straightforward and painful sentences keep coming to me like huge waves. I kept running away, but there was nothing I could do. It is like an abyss, devouring me step by step.
"That's enough!" I couldn't help shouting, trying to stop my tears. I can't stand it any longer. I pushed them away, ran to the room, buried them in the pillow, and suddenly heard sobbing. I was wondering who it was, but I found it was myself.
So I fell asleep in pain. In my dream, I dreamed more than once: an invisible big hand imprisoned me, and I tried to break free but made no progress. Only then did I realize how small I was.
It was raining heavily outside the window that day. The rain outside the window was chilly and didn't bring me any moisture. Instead, it makes me feel endless cold and freezes my heart like an ice cave …
Gradually, I felt a little sympathy for the boy on the cliff in the article Step by Step. He was as scared and helpless as I was! But I am a healthy child! I think of Helen Keller, Shi Tiesheng, Hawking and other great men. They were all in poor health, but they all survived with strong will. I am a healthy person, who is qualified to complain and be tired here?
In this way, I rekindled my hope, and I decided to overcome the "rain" of my life! After unremitting efforts and diligence, I finally got excellent grades in grade five in the mid-term exam. Standing on the podium, I looked at my parents below and smiled.
Remember, there is no hurdle in life, and there is no iron wall that can't be crossed. Let us always remember this sentence: after the storm, it is a rainbow!
It has been raining that day. It was an unforgettable day. Although it was a long time ago, I still remember it vividly.
That day, the morning sun was shining, and I didn't pay attention. When I was about to go to school, my mother gently said to me, "son, the weather forecast says it will rain today. Take an umbrella!" " Get ready! "I said impatiently to my mother," Mom, can't you see the sun shining red outside? " "But ... people say it's raining today ..." I slammed the door without even listening.
In the afternoon, the sun quietly hid, a dark cloud followed, and then the heavy rain came. It's gray outside, and the rain seems to be tears, but I don't know who is crying. Sitting in the classroom, I thought: I regret not listening to my mother. Alas, I'm going to get wet again. Now I just want time to pass slowly, but time is against me like a fly. "Ding" and "Ding" were out of school, and all the other students jumped out excitedly. As for me, I moved out step by step. I didn't want to leave the "safe place", but I was finally driven out by others. After that, I hurried home and arrived at the school gate. Suddenly, a familiar figure-mother flashed in front of me. When my mother saw me, she quickly handed me the umbrella and said softly, "Take this umbrella first, son." I quickly took an umbrella and got into that small shade, but then I thought: Mom didn't bring more umbrellas! He anxiously said to his mother, "Mom, you'd better take an umbrella. I'll just take a shower for a while. " Who knows that the mother said: "No, son, you hold on!" Besides, you are still growing up and can't get wet in the rain. I will be here for a while. "In this way, after some concessions from mother and son, the umbrella still fell into my hands. Along the way, looking at my mother's hair wet by the rain, I really felt inferior for my temporary willfulness. At that time, I really wanted to say sorry to my mother, but I didn't, because tears have proved everything. I gave my umbrella to my mother so that she could enjoy the cool. Looking up at the sky, I really don't know whether it is my tears or the rain in the sky.
It has been raining that day. Yes, it is both a natural rain and a spiritual rain. Rain flows from my mind to my heart, so it keeps raining in my heart. ...
It has been raining that day. Looking at the gloomy sky and the incessant rain outside the window, my heart could not be calm, and my thoughts seemed to be "fried" and returned to that day. The same sky, the same rain, but not the same people. ...
"ding! Hey! " Alas! Damn, it was clear in Wan Li just now, and it's raining heavily on cloudy days. It's really unlucky God knows it's bad for me. I don't have an umbrella with me today, and my mother can't pick me up. Alas! I have been cursing this damn rainy day in my heart, and I am walking alone in the street. This usually bustling street has long been deserted. Continuous rain is like ox hair and thin thread. Under the neon lights, it's like colored sand dancing with the wind ... but I'm not in the mood to appreciate this beautiful rain scene, because my heart is like a gloomy sky and has become numb. I don't know who passed by me at this moment, but my eyes turned to that man-a tall man wearing a cap, but his right trouser leg fluttered in the breeze and his hand was on crutches. Such a tall figure turned out to be a disabled person; I meditated on what happened to him, but on second thought, what does this have to do with me? Let's hurry home! I was afraid that I would become a drowned rat in the future, so I turned and left.
Just listen to "boom!" With a cry, I turned around and saw the man fall in the rain. After all, he is disabled. Although he lives on crutches, he can't control his balance. I want to help him, but what does this have to do with me? I am not a caring person. I turned away from him. After a while, I felt immoral. How can I leave him alone? Although we only met once, I couldn't leave him ... I struggled, "Boom!" I turned my head again-he fell to the ground again. I think I must deal with this matter this time. I ran to reach for him and he said, "No, I stood up." I thought he would accept my help, but I didn't expect to be rejected. I admire him a little, so I stepped back to see him and didn't want to leave. Although I can't leave him alone, I can cheer him up!
He first controlled it with his right hand, then kicked it with his right foot, but it was useless and he fell down again and again. In this way, he repeated it over and over again, but he also fell over and over again. The whole street is full of "dong! Dong ",I can't stand it anymore. I held out my hand again and he refused. I am very angry. It's really "a dog bites Lu and doesn't know what's good for the people." I was going to leave like this, but I didn't believe in myself. I turned around and my eyes were wet. I don't know if it was the refraction of rain under neon lights that hurt my eyes, or if he faltered and stood up at that moment, which moved me. I couldn't take my eyes off that place for a long time until his back disappeared in the rain.
At this time, my heart seems numb. I was moved by the rain and excited by the spirit of people in the rain. The rain in my heart has been raining, the rain of life that has been singing, the rain of life that flashes under neon lights, and the rain of tenacious life that he has been insisting on, let it rain in my heart all the time! I think it will always accompany me and benefit me for life.
It has been raining that day. What you see is torrential rain, one after another, splashing high and big drops of water on the ground. "pa!" "I stood in front of the windowsill and meditated for a long time. It's such a heavy rain again. I still remember it vividly, and my eyes are full of tears.
It was cloudy that afternoon.
Early autumn has transitioned to late autumn. The weather is biting cold. The sky overhead is already dark; I can't see the returning birds or the white clouds; Yes, it's just that the leaves are swaying by the strong wind, which makes people look a little sad.
In the house, facing my father's cold face, I treated him with consistent indifference and stubbornness. My father stood at the door of the bedroom, clenched his fist. In this way, we were deadlocked for a long time.
The first person who spoke was my father: "Stay at your home, I will go to the Civil Affairs Bureau." I immediately got up and pushed my father away. "Never! I hate you! You forced mom to run away from home! You were forced to let your mother divorce you! " I called my father by his first name and slammed the door.
My father stayed where he was and said nothing.
The sky finally couldn't help it, took me outside and cried. I stood in the middle of the road, and the street was empty. I thought, "I have lived for thirteen years. What will happen to me if my parents suddenly divorce? " A drop of crystal liquid slipped from my eyes. I don't know if it was my desperate tears or the cold rain.
I walked up and down the street step by step against the biting cold wind. The cold wind blew and I shivered-I came out wearing only a sweater and even slippers. I feel a sudden headache, as if I were going to explode. My legs shook and I fell to my knees: "Oh, my God! You can't be so ruthless! How am I going to live in the future? What should I do without my parents? " I'm completely desperate.
The wind, whistling, seems to be helping me and venting the injustice in the world.
In a trance, there is a familiar figure in the torrential rain, which is my father.
"put it on!" With a commanding tone, my father reached out and handed me his coat. I vaguely saw tears slowly falling from my father's face wet with rain.
"Dad," I reached out and hugged my father. "Don't cry." My father trembled slightly and held me tightly. In the rainstorm, I snuggled up to a father and daughter.
I suddenly wanted to cry, and suddenly I found my father so kind, although his tone was still cold.
"Everyone has the right to choose life, even himself, even his father." There was a sudden warmth in my heart, and I suddenly forgave my father. He has one last move. People care about understanding. What is this? I thought about it and suddenly fainted.
It was already afternoon when I woke up again. I slept in the bed with a note on it: Please forgive my father's choice. Father still went to the Civil Affairs Bureau. I'm not lost, just smiling slowly.
In fact, life is like this, and everyone is choosing. Everyone has the right to choose, and no one can stop it, because you are you.
That day, the rain outside the window has been swaying and raining. ...
It has been raining that day. On that day, the fine and foggy rain was woven obliquely and washed away everything in the world. The gray sky and gloomy weather also cast a layer of cloudy fog on my mood in advance. I walked slowly into the examination room.
The continuous rain seems to have washed away my thoughts. What's the next sentence of this poem? "When will the moon break in Qin Dynasty and Han Dynasty ..."? My thoughts seem to focus on this poem. "There is a bright moon in Qin dynasty and a bright moon in Han dynasty ... but the dragon city is flying, and Huma has never taught Yinshan." That's it. Why can't I remember this poem? I looked out of the window, and the continuous rain made me feel bored. I really want to give up the exam.
Sweat oozed from his forehead, and the pencil in his hand was dyed red with sweat from his palm. The tense atmosphere constantly gives people a feeling of depression. My heart seems to be holding a big stone. Look at the students around you: some students are flying like dragons and phoenixes; Some students are thinking hard with their chin cupped; Some students can't stop sighing at the test paper, and I am one of them. Looking out the window, it's raining harder.
My mind was blank, I looked around blindly, and I kept saying from time to time: "The moon is bright in Qin dynasty, and the customs are closed in Han dynasty ..." I hope something can stimulate the dead corner of my thinking and enlighten my knowledge. Under the chaotic knowledge and chaotic thinking, I am still a little inspired. Under the confused knowledge and confused thinking, I still have a trace of reason and didn't give up the exam. I looked out of the window again and begged the rain to stop quickly, which brought me clear ideas.
I subconsciously looked back, but unfortunately I was in the last row. When I turned back to the front in frustration, I suddenly found that the invigilator on the podium was staring at me, and my lips moved slightly, but I still didn't say anything. I looked down in panic and hurriedly picked up the glasses cloth and rubbed it back and forth on my glasses. Yu Guangli was still secretly looking at the invigilator and saw his strange eyes looking at me.
There are only more than ten minutes before the end of the exam. My heart is racing. "The bright moon in Qin Dynasty, the bright moon in Han Dynasty ..." I muttered in my mouth. "In Qin Dynasty, the bright moon broke in Han Dynasty, and the Yellow River rolled blue." No, this is the lyrics! I keep repeating this poem, hoping to think of the next one inadvertently. But poetry always feels on my lips and I can't say it. "When the qin dynasty bright moon han Hugh, when the qin dynasty bright moon han Hugh. By the way, a thousand miles away in Jiangling, one day. " I quickly filled in the answers on the test paper. It always feels wrong to look left and right, but it still rhymes. I meditated again: "The moon was bright in Qin dynasty, and the moon was closed in Han dynasty ... the people of the Long March haven't come back yet." Yes, it's the Long March. I quickly crossed out the wrong answer and filled in "The Long March has not returned."
"Ding Lingling ..." The exam is over. I handed the test paper to the invigilator with a big smile on my face. Walk out of the examination room at a brisk pace.
It has been raining that day. There is still misty rain in the air, but the sky is clear and there is a beautiful rainbow hanging on the horizon. Accompanied by my good mood all the way. Isn't life like this? As long as we encounter the "rain of life", we will never give up the road ahead, inspire our fighting spirit and March forward in the rain. The rainbow on the horizon must be waiting for you in the distance.
It has been raining for 10 days, sometimes heartless and sometimes affectionate. With the change of personal mood, the rain will become colorful.
I remember it was a thunderstorm. I can't help lying in bed after a hard day's work. I was just about to fall asleep when my mother's nagging voice came from my ear. "If you don't work hard now, you won't be admitted to the university in the future." I said, "If you don't pass the exam, you won't pass it." My mother said angrily, "Then don't learn!" I burst into tears and slammed the door angrily.
It's raining cats and dogs in the street. I walked aimlessly in the moonlight. I feel particularly wronged when I think of my mother.
I was the only one walking in the street, and I was envious when I saw a family coming across the street. If only I were one of them. Tears flow down again. At this time, I feel very sad and want a warm home.
It is raining harder and harder. I'm sorry, I forgot to bring my umbrella when I went out just now. Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in this world.
I quickly turned a corner and stopped under the eaves of a family. The father of this family is reading a story to the child, and the mother of the child is feeding the child milk powder. I was sad and cried again.
I don't know when the lights in this house went out, and it was dark all around, except for the rain. I was scared to cry by wild cats and ran to a clearing. The rain hit my face mercilessly, and I got lost.
I haven't walked this road before, and now I'm lost. How helpless I am. I miss my mother and hate this environment, which makes me cry.
I reflected on my mistakes. I should never talk back to my mother. Now, I am alone in this "wilderness"! I'll never see my mother again.
Mother said I did it for my own good, but I refuted her. This is very wrong.
A thunder interrupted my thoughts, and my father's voice came from a distance. It was my father who came to see me. I shouted to my father, "I'm here."
My father found me and looked at his old face and muddy trouser legs, feeling sad as if he had knocked over the "five flavors". I am so old, how can I still be so ignorant?
On the way home, the rain gradually subsided and the raindrops hit my face. I feel very soft. My father and I talked and laughed all the way and soon got home.
Mom has prepared hot water, waiting for dad to take a bath. I feel warm about my parents' concern.
It rained all the time that day. ...