Rain knocks on the heart door of the blossoming season
Teenage people, the heart is like a glass window, although crystal clear, but there is a curtain hanging inside. However, no matter how thick the obstruction, the tender rain and warm sunlight will overflow into the atrium.
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Rain, rain, asphalt... In this late autumn season, the drifting leaves do not seem to welcome this cold rain. There is not a bright light at the gap in the sky, and the rain line is dense and oblique, intermittent...
"It's really 'the roof leaks and it rains', it's going to get dark, when will this annoying rain stop?" Without an umbrella in my hand, I hid under the eaves of the house. But complaining doesn't help at all, you see: the recesses on the street surface ripple in circles, rapid and continuous, a few fallen leaves swirling in the rain to draw an arc, the car whistle weakly elongates the sound... I could no longer suppress the resentment in my heart and rushed into the rain.
"Heaven is not beautiful, can this little thing still trap me?" Stepping on the water, leaving behind a symphony of rain. "Hey, don't get in the way!" Suddenly a pair of feet appeared in front of me, and my hand was in front of my forehead. But the man didn't respond.
I looked up, and it was a boy, a pair of eyes more energetic under this rainy sky, holding an umbrella in his hand, and the umbrella seemed to be very large. "Far away I saw you running wild in the rain, without an umbrella." Shall I send you back? The tone seemed a bit ridiculous. The rain fell under the umbrella, drenched on the face, and there was a hint of cold wind. "I don't know you, I'll be fine for a while, my clothes are wet anyway." Throwing off this sentence and rushing into the autumn rain again, although the surface is very polite, but I don't think so in my heart: Who are you? I just thought you were a bit of a good face, how can you act like a villain?
The rain fell more rapidly. The night was getting closer. "Kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs, a little sad!" An umbrella appeared above my head, and I turned to see that it was still him. I was a little impatient, lightly locked my eyebrows, and was about to open my mouth. He pushed one hand toward me, handed the handle of the umbrella to me with the other, smiled and said, "The umbrella borrowed from you." I didn't know what to say, I just took a few steps back. He may know something, "Maybe in the future we will be in the same class, or the same school, now I will help you, and you will help me later, and this is how friendship is established." 」 "Thanks..." I haven't finished the two "thanks" yet, he's already stepped into the rain. The figure became more and more blurred.
The rain was still pounding on the world, but I was already standing under the umbrella, and the rain outside the umbrella seemed to be no longer so cold, so icy, so urgent, and became soothing and rhythmic. In an instant, the sky became warm, the rain became warm, and that help and that unknown friendship warmed my heart.
I believe that the teenage flower season, there is sincere friendship, there is a sunny rainy day, when encountering such a friendship on a rainy day, beware of the door is knocked on by the rain, of course, will say: "Rainy day, it is good!" ”
【Full score essay (2)】
The rain contains a strong sense of hometown
The oldest music has been repeated for centuries, and who understands that the anti-knock is the sound of nostalgia.
I am a quiet girl, I like the rain the most, especially the spring rain, the sound of the water mixed with the fragrance of spring mud, like the shallow singing and whispering of the ancient beauty, but also like the crisp wind chimes that cut through the quiet field, bringing my heart to the boundless wilderness.
So I often look forward to the arrival of spring, to be precise, the arrival of spring rain, and whenever I hear my classmates complaining about the rain, somehow, I secretly laugh at their "pedantic" in my heart.
Sometimes looking at Mr. Zhu Ziqing's spring rain like cow hair, like flower needles, and detailed silk, I suddenly felt pity in my heart, probably the saying that "spring rain is as expensive as oil" has been well interpreted in my heart.
In the silence, the jade pearls of Didi play the world's unique songs with the harmony of the wind, and I can't help but marvel, the oldest music can also make people's hearts flutter, I can feel its deep breath contains the beauty of nature, the true meaning of life, even in the freedom can also experience the nostalgia.
On the old street of my hometown, walking in the rain, the sound of kicking the stone slab under my feet reverberated in the rain alley, and what came to my heart was an inexplicable pleasure.
The baptism of the hometown is nothing more than the arrival of the spring rain, a baptism can always "red cherries, green plantains", the yard emits a faint aroma of apricot blossoms and a faint cherry fragrance, always let people stop and find the taste. Looking around, there is a purple and red color, and the streets and alleys are full of clean and beautiful smells. This reminds me of the verse "The rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, and the grass is close but not there". The spring rain also made the old street tile walls light up. They were also enjoying the gentle strokes of the rain, but when I touched them, the feeling was indescribable, as if they had been swallowed up by the rain, unforgettable.
Maybe the spring rain contains the love of my hometown. In this charming street, there are my childhood memories and the beauty of childhood, although holding an umbrella, I prefer to be in the spring rain and feel the beauty of my hometown. Even if it was a few inches of slender grass on the side of the wall, I thought it was beautiful.
Breathing in the fresh air and listening to the long tone of the incense, the troubles of the half-growing have long been ignored.
In the rain, in the waterhole, the beautiful figure of the streets and alleys of my hometown is reflected...
【Full score essay (3)】
The rain, stirring up memories
It was early summer, and the continuous rain made the classroom seem very depressed, and the dull atmosphere was breathless. Standing in front of the window listening to the melody of the rain, I can't help but think of the bits and pieces of our getting along.
How much do you know about the past
Summer. At the beginning of the new school year, the sky is not beautiful, and it rains. But the excitement and joy of high school students did not diminish the excitement, and I was one of them. After the new students registered, I couldn't wait to see the classroom I had been looking forward to for a long time, and I couldn't help but speed up.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" The sudden collision made me and a girl scream and apologize at the same time, and then we looked at each other and laughed, for this rare tacit understanding. This is our lovely and unforgettable encounter. The new students entered the class, looking at the unfamiliar faces, I was silent, and began to lie on the table and miss my former classmates. Suddenly, I saw a pair of familiar shoes, and I jerked my head up to meet your surprised eyes. In a few moments, my mood changed from surprise to joy, and I really didn't "touch" and didn't know each other. Since then, we have truly met and become good friends without saying anything.
Someone said: "Fate is a book, if you read it inadvertently, you will miss it, and only if you read it carefully will you have an unexpected gain." "Are you talking about the two of us?"
Xiao Lou had another east wind last night
midsummer. Moody weather always likes to change faces, pouring rain like a long-trapped beast, rushing out of the gate and rushing out. When the rain subsided, you dragged me out of the classroom and ran to the playground. Only to see a faint water mist shrouded the playground, a white expanse, a little smoke wave meaning. Gradually, the water flooded over the surface of the foot and reached the ankle. Watching the students constantly shuttling in the rain, we also joined the team. We ran in the rain, sprinkling a bunch of water on each other from time to time. In groups of two, we deservedly "fought" together and had a lot of fun.
Urged by the bell, we reluctantly walked toward the classroom, drenched in wetness. It didn't take long for a chill to strike, and I couldn't help but shiver. You immediately gave me your coat, and I knew you were cold too, so I resigned. But you insisted on giving it to me, and in the end, we both nestled in a piece of clothing. At that moment, my heart was warm, and I really wanted to tell you that it was good to have you.
You say: Friendship is a strange thing, it will let us understand what is sincere, what is touching, let us realize what is happy.
It is like a river of spring water flowing eastward
The last midsummer. That day we sat back to back on the playground, thinking that there were still more than ten days for you and me to be separated, we only had silence, silence... Actually, I have a thousand words to say to you. You said, like we sit back to back, you can protect me when someone wants to hurt me from behind... I didn't say anything more, just a simple "um" sound, but I was already in tears.
God seemed to read our minds, and the rain fell again.
I would like to say, "The world is really small, as if as soon as you turn around, you don't know who you will meet; the world is really big, as if as soon as you turn around, you don't know who you will lose." ”
Later, I loved the last piece of music and missed a time. In that precious time, you had me, but now I don't have you to sing with me.
The rain outside the window is still pouring. Listening to the melody of the rain in my ear evoked the memories in my heart.