Listening to the rain, touched me

I like to listen to the sound of the rain, the memories of the spots, and I like to see the smile of the rainbow after the rain, because it is my happiness. --Inscription

The sky is rolling over a dark cloud.

I sat by the window and waited quietly for the sky, hoping that the flying elves would fall lightly. Yes, I like to listen to the rain, I like to listen to its dissonant melody; I like to listen to the beat of it jumping splash; I like to listen to it's whispers; I like to listen to the rhythm of everything I say...

It started to rain, and the raindrops patted on the glass and between the windows, making a crisp and nice sound. The smooth ripples of rain washed away and the tall buildings were covered by a light rain. The rain is getting bigger and bigger, it washes away the dirt of the earth and covers the dust that rises. I picked up the folded umbrella and gently blended into the rain stage.

The raindrops fell into the palm of the hand and fell from the wrist. Perhaps life is like this falling raindrop, when it falls into the soil, raises flowers and plants, and dedicate all its last strength. Some raindrops fell on the road, and when the sun came out, it suddenly vanished. The rain seemed to understand something, gently sticking to my face. Suddenly, all the troubles in my heart were like a flood that opened the gate, and the rain passed away. I am like a person protected by a protective umbrella. My parents are my umbrella, giving me life and affection, teaching me the truth of being a man; my friend is my umbrella, taking care of everything for my carelessness and giving me precious friendships; The teacher is my umbrella, giving me only the endless warmth; my classmate is my umbrella, giving me a smile of help and encouragement... What are the difficulties in front of me?

In the rain, I accept the baptism and stand on the stage of the rain to form a wonderful picture. Perhaps, in the rainy world, I have learned more. Family, friendship, teacher and student, classmates... All kinds of emotions are intertwined, let me understand, treat with a sincere letter.

Spring rain, summoning the recovery of all things; summer rain, pouring into the ripples; autumn rain, blowing cool; winter rain; snow and ice. No matter how the seasons alternate, how the rainy season changes, I still have countless feelings of me.

The rain stopped, and gradually outlined the appearance of the rainbow, seven colors, depicting my various happiness.

Listening to the rain makes me have a lot of thoughts and feelings...

The third middle school of Suihua City, Heilongjiang Province, the third day: Zhang Ziwei