It is still raining. How to write a composition?

1. Continue to write that it is still raining, and it is still raining. Thin rain drops in the stagnant water, making ripples in circles.

The road in the rain seems to be more leisurely than usual, and the air in the rain makes people feel particularly fresh. I walked in the rain with an umbrella ... at this moment, I was in a trance and at a loss.

Where should I go? Go home? I dare not face the scolding of my parents. I can't go anywhere in this weather. Let's get out of here by bus ... I waited at the bus stop and watched the bus pass by, but I hesitated to get on. where am I going? Look at the bus stop sign, a row past, all strange places.

Which one should I take? Alas, a taxi drove by at high speed and splashed mud all over me. I scolded the taxi and bowed my head to pat off the dirty things. The taxi driver heard what I said and turned to me and said, "Little girl, are you all right?" Where are you going? Get in my car. "

I looked at him. He looks very anxious. He waved him down.

I leaned against the bus stop sign, and the pain in my heart could not help but shed tears. Mom, mom is crying.

Seeing my mother crying, my heart hurts like being watered with Chili water. I can't bear to watch my mother continue to complain. I ran out of the house with an umbrella. When I was about to run out of the house, I made up my mind not to go home.

I am afraid, afraid to see the gap between my parents getting bigger and bigger again. I have to run away … I'm afraid I'll never see my parents again. What should I do? It is raining harder and harder. I flew in the rain, fell into the pond, got up and continued running. I’m going home. Wipe your tears and run home. I lost my umbrella to let the rain drop.

"Mom!" I knocked at the door hard and waited for a long time, but there was no reply. I crouched at the door of my house and opened the door with my first-class mother down.

"Baby!" My body suddenly fell backwards. Turning my head, my mother's eyes were swollen with crying.

"Mom." "Don't say anything, baby, mom misses you so much!" At this moment, rain and tears dilute everything.

I picked up my mother again.

2. The rain is still falling, the rain is still falling, and the thin rain drops into the accumulated water, rippling with small ripples.

The road in the rain seems to be more leisurely than usual, and the air in the rain makes people feel particularly fresh. I was walking in the rain curtain with an umbrella ... suddenly, several recently sprouted ginkgo trees on the roadside attracted me.

Those are three-story ginkgo trees, and some palm-sized new leaves have grown on them. Take a closer look, I saw the newly "born" green leaves trembling with the beating of raindrops.

Although the rain is not heavy, it is not urgent. There was a flash of worry in my heart: can Ye Caner withstand the repeated blows of raindrops with such a "tender" new leaf and such a "heavy" rain? ..... I thought anxiously, squatted down, and saw many Ye Er knocked to the ground by the "heavy rain".

They are lying on the soil, so soft that they can't resist no matter the wind and rain. Their bodies are covered with mud, and their green leaves are gradually fading.

They are like withered grass and flowers, which will eventually turn into a pile of dust and spring mud under the crushing of the sky to nourish their surviving brothers and sisters. With some sadness, I stood up and looked at Ye Er in the tree.

They have experienced wind and rain, and after the baptism of raindrops, they glow with brilliance. Their green bodies are so bright and shining, just like a shining, green star, dazzling, attracting the admiration of birds and the eyes of the wind. Looking up at Ye Er, who is "in the prime of life" on the tree, and looking down at Ye Er, who should be as radiant as Ye Er on the tree, I am now lying on the ground pitifully, at the mercy of the wind and rain, and I am lost in thought.

Leaves on the tree, they have withstood the hardships of wind and rain, survived tenaciously, and finally got brilliant green. And those leaves that have not withstood the wind and rain are lying underground at this time, and there is no chance of survival.

Leaves have to go through wind and rain, so does life? People's life is bound to go through many hardships and tests, and they will inevitably encounter many difficulties and setbacks. If you can't stand the blow, then everything is likely to leave you, and you will lose many opportunities and have to chew bitterness alone.

People who can't stand the wind and rain can't succeed and get "shining green", can't they? .

3. It's still raining, thin rain drops in the stagnant water, and it's still raining. Thin rain drops in stagnant water, rippling with small ripples. The road in the rain seems to be more leisurely than usual, and the air in the rain makes people feel particularly fresh.

I walked in the rain curtain with an umbrella. Listen! "Tick-tock" raindrops fell on the umbrella, as if dancing, and as if playing a wonderful and harmonious concert.

People in the street walked in a hurry, even the cars were so fast that a layer of water was splashed! I thought: Why are you in such a hurry? Why not slow down, savor the air in the rain and enjoy the roadside scenery slowly? How nice! However, no one can enjoy such beauty. Is this how life comes and goes?

Rain, brushing the ground, knocking out the notes of "Ding Dong", nourishing everything on the earth. Her footsteps are so light, touching the earth gently like a mother; Her voice is so delicate, like humming a lullaby to hypnotize the earth. Everything is wonderful!

The rain came quietly and went quietly. Whenever she comes, my heart is always relaxed. I looked at the rain silently, and she was laughing! I saw more when she left. She left with a smile ...

Although life is very busy, if everyone can slow down, listen carefully to the rain and feel its beauty, then our life will become better!

4. Continue to write that it is still raining, and it is still raining. Thin rain drops in the stagnant water, making ripples in circles. The road in the rain seems to be more leisurely than usual, and the air in the rain makes people feel particularly fresh. I walked in the rain with an umbrella. ...

At this moment, I am in a trance and at a loss. Where should I go? Go home? I dare not face the scolding of my parents. You can't go anywhere in this weather. Let's get out of here by bus. ...

I waited at the bus stop and watched the bus pass by, but I hesitated to get on. where am I going? Look at the bus stop sign, a row past, all strange places. Which one should I take?

Alas, a taxi drove by at high speed and splashed mud all over me. I scolded the taxi and bowed my head to pat off the dirty things. The taxi driver heard what I said and turned to me and said, "Little girl, are you all right?" Where are you going? Get in my car. "I looked at him. He looks very anxious. He waved his hand and refused.

I leaned against the bus stop sign, and the pain in my heart could not help but shed tears. Mom, mom is crying. Seeing my mother crying, my heart hurts like being watered with Chili water. I can't bear to watch my mother continue to complain. I ran out of the house with an umbrella. When I was about to run out of the house, I made up my mind not to go home. I am afraid, afraid to see the gap between my parents getting bigger and bigger again. I have to run away … I'm afraid I'll never see my parents again. What should I do?

It is raining harder and harder. I flew in the rain, fell into the pond, got up and continued running. I’m going home. Wipe your tears and run home. I lost my umbrella to let the rain drop.

"Mom!" I knocked at the door hard and waited for a long time, but there was no reply. I crouched at the door of my house and opened the door with my first-class mother down. "Baby!" My body suddenly fell backwards. Turning my head, my mother's eyes were swollen with crying.

"Mom." "Don't say anything, baby, mom misses you so much!"

At this moment, rain and tears dilute everything. I picked up my mother again.

5. Composition in the rain: the rain is still falling, and the thin rain drops in the accumulated water and ripples around for continuity.

I walked in the alley in the rain and felt very quiet around me. Occasionally, a few drops of blue rain water fall from the eaves into the stagnant water. It was dark and lifeless, as if the world was covered with a gray veil. At this moment, the splash jumps and lands on everything in the world like a naughty boy. I seem to see that everything is greedily sucking the rain, and that open and closed mouth has brought a little vitality to the world.

In the rain, the alley was strangely quiet, slowly. Clear footsteps and overflowing sounds came from the rear one after another. I looked back, and several familiar figures appeared. It turned out to be some naughty boys in the class. They slapped each other, chased each other with umbrellas, and even disappeared into the drizzle without saying hello. Then, several girls in the class walked with umbrellas and talking and laughing all the way. There was a silvery laughter from the primary school. Suddenly, the rapid and heavy footsteps are getting closer and closer. It is my classmate who has been having trouble with me recently. He didn't have an umbrella, so he went to borrow it from a female classmate. You may not know that the boys and girls in our class are sworn enemies. As a result, as you can imagine, not only did you not borrow an umbrella, but you were also scolded.

My attention gradually turned to the male classmate, only to see his hair wet, leaving the sea hanging down, covering his eyes, and his face was tired and sad. I suddenly felt that I shouldn't be at odds with him, and the responsibility should be on me, so I tried to help him.

I slowly approached him. Finally, I leaned under an umbrella with him. "You", he looked at my face in surprise. I didn't speak, just laughed at him. This heartfelt smile resolved the misunderstanding between me and him. He gave a caring smile, and we walked home with an umbrella. ...

When I got home, I gently closed my umbrella and stretched myself. Has the rain stopped? No, I like rain. It was the rain that dissolved the gap between friends, and deep friendship appeared again. ...

6. Continue to write that it never stops raining.

Standing on the ground and looking up at the sky, raindrops hit my face and ran down my cheeks. I want to see the raindrops clearly and watch them fall from the sky, but it's raining so hard that I can't open my eyes and see anything clearly. I have to take back my sight. Suddenly I was helpless, hesitant and sad.

.. a lot of unpleasant smells embrace my heart, and my thoughts become clearer and stronger at this moment, attacking my brain. I can't control it.

.. suddenly feel something in my heart, let me at a loss. I suddenly looked up at the sky, hoping that the sky would wash my brain. It rained so fast that I didn't have time to see it clearly and was dazzled, so I had to close my eyes.

Suddenly I feel that rain is not someone's tears, but a kind of "lovesickness" and a kind of "missing". Whenever it rains, people will feel lonely, and this moment will cause people to think. When the rain falls, every thought falls, bit by bit, intermittently and occasionally strongly.

7. How to write a good composition "It rained nonstop that day in Mao Mao" With the arrival of the spring girl, the snow gradually stopped; With the arrival of brother Xia, the breeze gradually stopped blowing; With the arrival of Qiu Jie, thunder and lightning gradually fell asleep; With the arrival of Grandma Dong, the yellow leaves gradually stopped swaying. ..................................................................................................................................................................

On that day, the breeze silently led the drizzle, and a dragonfly strung in the rain curtain, as if it could never escape from the palm of the rain. ...

All the other students flew to the computer room for classes, and I was the only one left in the classroom.

Alas, idleness is really boring. Let's spend some time in Xiaoping's childhood! But Xiaoping is not a teacher. Alas, no matter how much, read it first, anyway, I will return it to its owner after reading it!

So I traveled with Gorky in my childhood, and I felt his grandmother's affection and kindness, and at the same time I endured his grandfather's meanness, money first, and indifference to the family ... At this time, the bell rang, and I didn't know what to do. I was reluctant to part with Gorky, but my stomach kept screaming at it ... so I reluctantly put the book back in Xiaoping's drawer.

I hurriedly poured the half bowl of rice into my stomach and rushed to the classroom. There are already many students in the classroom, as well as Xiaoping who is rummaging through drawers in a rage. Of course, my drawer is bound to suffer, but I still asked her what she was looking for with a smile. When she saw it was me, she shouted, "I just realized that that bastard didn't go to computer class just now and hid in the classroom to steal books." If he can't afford it, don't read it ... "Isn't that what swearing means? Because she knows that I didn't go to the computer class just now, and she also knows that I didn't buy the book Childhood.

Soon, my tears came out unwillingly. "I took ... your book, but ... I have ... I have returned it to you ..." "Hum, stealing is stealing. Why are you crying? What are you arguing about? That's a real pity. Is it not just a broken book? I'll give it to you. " At this time, her voice was raised by eight degrees, and the students all cast strange eyes. ...

Finally, I rushed out of the classroom with tears, rushed into the rain curtain, let the rain hit my face, and let the rain and tears wash away my inner pain together. ...

The drizzle is still falling, and bits and pieces fall on my heart, making my heart seem to stop beating with cold. I really want to stop my helpless tears, but that sentence: "steal, steal, why cry?" What a shame! "It's deeply stuck in my heart, and no matter how hard you try, you can't get rid of it. ...

It's still raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and it's always raining in Mao Mao in my heart ... Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, there will be warm sunshine outside the window, but when will the sunshine in my heart appear? Perhaps, I am destined to be accompanied by darkness and cold?