One sultry afternoon, I was walking alone in the garden when I suddenly found a group of dark things. What is that? So conspicuous among the green trees.
I can't wait to go forward. When I look carefully, it turns out to be a group of cute little ants! What are they doing? So they're moving. Line up. How neat! Look! There are captains, company commanders and platoon leaders. They have their own jobs: some carry insects: dragonflies, beetles, watermelon worms ... some carry broken rice and some odds and ends, and some carry young ants.
Maybe they are tired, have a rest and go to work again. In the process of my work, I also found that ants are constantly looking for and carrying those delicious meals. How United they are! In addition, I also found that ants are very light, lighter than a leaf, so why can they move? Because of unity! It can be said that "many ants are powerful, and elephants are afraid of three points." The newspaper says that ants can bear 40-50 times more things than themselves. Elephant's?
It suddenly occurred to me that it would rain heavily when ants moved. The ants have moved home, so I should go home. I said goodbye to the ants and ran home like a gust of wind. When I got home, I turned off the main power and closed the window, and finally felt at ease. It wasn't long before it rained heavily. I thought to myself: ants are really powerful! I will also forecast the weather, otherwise I would have been soaked. You really should thank them!
Through this incident, I understand that animals are our good partners and they are useful to us. We should love them and every little life in nature.
B: What's the fun? Unforgettable 500-word composition on rainy days.
"Ding, Ding ..." After school, it rained heavily in this damn weather. What should I do? I didn't bring my umbrella, so I watched my classmates line up one after another and go home happily. There are only a few students in the classroom who are not in a hurry to get umbrellas. It is raining harder and harder. How should I go home?
Looking at our disappointment, the math teacher kindly said to us, "There are still some umbrellas in the office, you can take them ..." Before the teacher finished, several excited boys ran to the office to grab the umbrellas. When I arrived, all the umbrellas were taken away! I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks-running around. At this moment, a familiar voice "flies" to me: "Guo Liqi, do you have an umbrella? Use an umbrella with me! " I looked up and it turned out to be a Chinese teacher. She looked at me with a sweet smile on her face. I froze. Unexpectedly, a teacher will take the initiative to share an umbrella with me.
The rain is still falling, and the Chinese teacher holds me tightly like a mother, for fear that I will get wet by the rain. At this time my mood is like a strange bean. Of course, I was nervous at first. After all, this is the first time to be so close to the teacher. I walked with my head held high and kept making faces at my classmates behind me. Walking, my mother gave me an umbrella not far away. My mother saw my umbrella and my teacher's umbrella, and gratefully said to the teacher, "I'm sorry for the trouble ..." Then my mother "grabbed" me, and the teacher saw it and left with a smile.
To tell the truth, I am also very grateful to my teacher. If the teacher hadn't given me an umbrella, I might have become a "drowned rat". I think this teacher is great enough. If there is an opportunity, I will also hold up an umbrella of gratitude for my teacher.
C. Story composition on rainy days: 600 words
One day in summer, the sky is no longer bright. The clouds in the sky are gray, and it will rain soon.
Rumble, rumble ... Thunder rumbled in the sky, almost breaking my ears. No, it is going to rain. I have to hurry home. I quickly packed my schoolbag and ran downstairs. As soon as I ran downstairs, it began to rain lightly. Suddenly, there was more thunder in the sky, which scared the timid female students standing downstairs. Suddenly I saw Xiao Y. I went over and patted her on the shoulder and said, Xiao Y, didn't you bring an umbrella? Xiao Y said that she didn't expect it to rain today, so did you bring an umbrella? I said I brought two umbrellas. I'll give you one. Xiao y finished playing my umbrella. I said, Xiao y, you should go home quickly, or it will rain heavily. Xiao Y took my umbrella, said thank you and hurried away.
I also ran to the bicycle shed, took out my raincoat from my schoolbag and put it on. Just out of school, suddenly, it began to rain heavily, and then it turned into a rainstorm. In the distance, several tall buildings were looming in the clouds and finally disappeared. The rainstorm flooded everything. As if to devour the whole world. It's raining heavily in the sky, with lightning and thunder. So I sped up. It rained too hard, and the water on the road became deeper and deeper. When I came to a bridge opening, I saw that the water in bridge opening was already deep. Several cars rushed forward at the risk of deep water, all of them were killed. After I saw it, I had to wait under the bridge Several courageous students rode by quickly on bicycles, gradually forming a large splash. Some courageous students came over and later told me that you resigned. There was nothing wrong with your bike in the past. Didn't you say that your bike is better than ours? So I got on my bike and sped forward, splashing a lot. Although I passed, my shoes and pants were all wet.
D. a touching scene on a rainy day. 600-word composition
That scene
I can't forget it.
Life is like a never-ending video, which has been in your mind for a long time and will wear off, but I can't forget that scene because he has always encouraged me to forgive each other's mistakes.
Walking on the way to school, the road I have walked tens of thousands of times is really familiar. It has just rained and the ground has become very hard. Although it is not autumn, the weather is still so smooth and cool.
It's really a pleasure to refresh my mood, meet some old friends and talk about common things.
The school is not far from us, but we still met a small-scale stream of people.
Eight students walk to school together. I walked at the back of the line, and when I crossed the path, a red car just stopped there. I thought I was waiting for someone to pass, so I didn't care too much. But just as I was about to overtake him, he suddenly started, and I couldn't escape the danger at that moment. That scene was like slowing down the mirror. I don't know how I fell. Many students turned around, and the students next to them quickly picked me up. That's why I feel a little pain in my knee. I subconsciously looked at the window, but what I saw was not the owner, but my face reflected from the window. Looking at that face, I still seem to be longing for something. The owner strode out of the car and went straight to me and asked me if I was okay. I instinctively said I was fine, and then urged the host to hurry up. Watching the car leave, I suddenly felt a little cold in my chin. Let my friends see that I really cracked a big layer of skin, but fortunately I didn't leave much blood. Then my friend said to me, "You really should ask him for some money, or you should ask him to buy some medicine."
Although it is instinct, I don't regret what I said just now. Yes, if I'm fine, don't disturb others. It's not good for each other.
The classmate who just watched went to school again, and I began to explain the accident just now. I thought it was over, but at this moment, my uncle next to me seemed to be accusing me and said to me, "What if I walk next time and the car hits you?" I am at a loss after listening to this, but how can my modesty become my fault!
People need a kind of strength, a kind of unity, and that is forgiveness. If there is, it is trust.
E. Write a 500-word composition on the topic "Alas, it's raining".
Alas, it's raining.
Rain is the most annoying weather, not to mention the continuous rain-the sky is always gloomy, the color of clouds blends with the color of the sky, and large areas are depressing and gloomy, like a barren desert, lifeless. The rain is boring, like a broken bead, with no intention of stopping at all. Some smashed windows, "scratching"; Some hit the leaves and branches, making the trees wobbly, like making faces; More fell to the ground, splashing a splash and rippling everywhere. ...
Almost all pedestrians on the road are holding umbrellas, blue, white and green, which makes people look at the flowers. Occasionally, a few men with briefcases on their heads who lost their gentlemanly manners rushed past. It was a mess.
At school, I feel very lonely during recess and can only stare at the sky. I can't play basketball, I can't catch people, I can't do nothing. It's really crazy to watch my classmates play cards bored indoors. I don't know how many sports cells suffocated us in rainy days!
You can't dry your socks and shorts at home. What should I do? Just blow dry with a hair dryer. Too much trouble. It's so wet that there is no water on the walls. It's uncomfortable, as if living in a dungeon. There is also an "episode"-when blowing cotton wool trousers with a hair dryer, I accidentally burned them and the trousers turned black for a while. My poor cotton trousers were "injured", hum! There is nothing good about this weather.
When will you stop the endless rain?
F. 500 words to describe colorful rainy days
Rain is the tears that the sky misses the earth.
Rainy days are also a tearful person in spring.
I envy the sky and have such a changeable face. When you laugh, you light the light; When you cry, your eyes are half closed. Thunder rumbles, only to wake up the nightmare of the earth; Snow flies, just to cover the earth with a new quilt. When the wind comes, the speed at which the earth runs; When the rain comes, the earth hears the love songs played by the rain in the sky.
The spoony world asks the sky, "Why are you so tolerant of the earth, caring about the cold and asking for warmth?" The sky just laughed.
The wind and rain remain the same, and the seasons remain the same. Who knows that every ray of rain contains rich thoughts? As early as when there were no biological traces on the earth, the answer was announced to the universe: people only saw the tolerance and thoughtfulness of the sky, but forgot how the earth condensed the wisps of smoke in the darkness of the universe into blue sea and blue sky hundreds of millions of years ago.
I sympathize with the earth. Not intentionally against the sky, but condemned by the world as heartless. Every inch of time, the earth is giving its strength; The truth of the universe makes them inseparable, but makes them never touch. I don't understand what the sky has given the earth, just as I don't understand that the snow in winter has not melted the cold, but it can always tell the earth that spring is not far away.
Time drops tears from the sky, dripping and falling, soft and silent. ...
This beautiful love line slipped down my skirt and hair tip-oh, the earth is telling me to create a self and follow it when I embark on my dream journey alone.
The richness of the spiritual world can't bring anything to people, just as the sky can't bring anything to the earth, but it is the only thing that can accompany you forever.
Eternity is like this. In this world, life never needs an umbrella-when it rains, you can't see tears.
G. observe 500 words in rainy days.
It's sunny when it rains! "It's raining!" I heard some students whispering in class. "Yes, it's raining. There will be new life after the rain, which will naturally add some vitality. " I stare at the scenery outside the window, because the scenery after rain is always so intoxicating, I hope the rain will stop soon.
Sting. The sound of class dispelled my thoughts. I looked up, but the rain hasn't stopped. Take a closer look. Look, it's like silver hair falling from the sky. Cheerful raindrops are flying in the air, dancing with the call of the wind. The rain has been jumping, the wind is a great director, and the sky has become the widest stage.
The students stood on the playground, with open arms, looking up at the sky, as if they were going to throw themselves into the embrace of nature.
Even the fish in the water came out of the water, enjoying the graceful dance of raindrops and clapping their hands to summon their companions. Trees and grass waved to raindrops to welcome him, and even flowers put away their beauty and gave it to raindrops.
The rain has finally stopped, and the clouds in the sky are like beautiful angels, praying for nature in the sky, playing in the air like kind spirits, flying like the goddess of peace, like richer pictures. Although flowers leave beauty to raindrops, raindrops give them strength and make them not to be outdone. They compete with the clouds to make the petals more colorful and beautiful, and the grass says not to be outdone: what we have on the ground will not be defeated by you in the sky. So I leaned on the flowers and decorated them, adding a kind of beauty to them.
What a beautiful scenery! People have to say, "It's nice to rain!"
H. 500 words for mom's story composition (not the kind where mom gives you an umbrella on rainy days)
This is her first Mother's Day. This year, I am in the sixth grade. On the second Sunday in May, Mother's Day. On this day, she was not at home, but in Dongguan.
I stayed and flew to my mobile phone after studying at night. I clutched the phone card tightly, and my hands were wet with thin sweat. Soon, there was a long line behind me, all calling for mom. I heard my classmates and my mother say: Happy Mother's Day. I feel a little uneasy. In this short time, I began to conceive what I should say and what to say. Time has actually become very long. Three minutes is not too long, which makes me feel three hours.
Finally, it was my turn. My hands trembled slightly when I carefully put away my mobile phone card. When pressing the key, my hand suddenly went soft and I pressed these numbers several times. "Du-"The long beep began, and I suddenly became nervous, and my brain went blank. What should I say? My hand holding the receiver began to shake, and I wanted to hang up.
"Hello." It's her tired voice. I listened to it, and my heart was faintly sour.
"Mom, where are you?" I asked affectionately.
"Dongguan." Her voice is still tired. She has worked hard for a long time.
"Oh. Today is Mother's Day. Happy Mother's Day, Mom. "
"Um ..." The mother on the other end of the phone was a little flustered, and I could hear it. I think she will be smiling over there. "Is that all right?" Mom actually cried, with a heavy nasal voice. Hearing my mother's voice, my nose hurts and my tears almost come out. But I held back. "Nothing else. I hang up, don't be too tired. " I quickly ended the call, because I was afraid that tears would flow endlessly and everyone would be embarrassed to see it. "Well, study hard." My mother was there to encourage me. "Well, I will." I hurriedly hung up the phone and left. My hand was a little out of control, and I hung it several times before I hung it up. The moment I left the crowd, tears flowed uncontrollably. The stars in the sky have been watching me. Will you pass on your mother's appearance to me?
In 2006, I said nothing.
Mother's Day in 2006, the day I went back to school. Excited all night, my mother pulled me up early the next day and said that I would go to the county town early. My plan failed. In the car, my voice was stuffed with cotton and I couldn't jump out a word. I am not a child who likes to express my feelings, so my heart is very uncomfortable. Especially say something to your face.
In this way, the sunny Mother's Day was taken away by my silence.
First, a touching scene of rainy days. 600-word composition
A touching scene in rainy days.
It happened on a rainy day.
We were having a class at that time, and the wind blew outside. In an instant, the whole sky was covered with dark clouds. The rumble of thunder followed. Thunder sounded and the heavy rain kept falling like a broken bead. It rained cats and dogs, and the rain under the eaves gathered in the street to form a stream. The heavy rain fell from the sky, and the dark sky seemed to collapse. I looked at it and frowned.
After school, I came to the stairs and watched the pouring rain. I stayed without joining the club. I am anxious to see my classmates being picked up by my parents. "Son, why don't you go home?" A strange sound came into my ear. I looked up. It turned out to be a white-haired grandfather. I am embarrassed to say, "I forgot to bring my rain gear." What about you? " "Well, I'm here to pick up my grandson, but I didn't know he had been picked up by his parents until I came. I was about to go home when I met you. " Grandpa said, "In that case, why don't I take you home?" Hearing this, I froze and felt a little wary. I thought, "Mom says you can't talk to strangers." I quickly shook my head and said, "No, thanks." "Ha ha, you are so vigilant." Said, and smiled at me, this smile is full of sincere goodwill, my heart alert slowly disappeared. "Don't hesitate, the rain won't stop for a while." Grandpa said with a smile. I ran under the umbrella, and grandpa walked to our house with an umbrella.
Along the way, our feet crossed a puddle. A deep puddle appeared in front of us from time to time. Grandpa always pushed me on purpose and stepped in a puddle. I looked up at him and he smiled at me. Roadside street lamps are also lit up. By the dim light of the roadside, I saw grandpa always bring his umbrella to me, and his right shoulder was ruthlessly wet by the rain. I pulled his sleeve and said, "Grandpa, the umbrella is crooked." "It doesn't matter, I'm in good health, as long as you don't catch a cold."
Arriving at the door, grandpa said, "Little friend, I'm back. I'm leaving. " "Goodbye, Grandpa!" Grandpa is gone.
Although it is still raining, my heart is hot at this time!
J. composition: a rainy day in 500 words. . . . . . . . . . . . Kneel and beg
The sky is gloomy; It has been raining. I walked in the rain with my beloved umbrella. Suddenly I felt a little crowded under the umbrella. Looking sideways, it turned out to be a childish little girl, smiling at me through her long hair wet with rain: "Little sister, can I go with you?"
"Well, all right." I said yes, but I thought to myself: Hum, really, squeeze an umbrella with me. So small, how can it hold two people? I walked reluctantly with a strange little girl for a while. "Oh, my schoolbag is wet!" I gave a cry of surprise and gave the little girl an unhappy look. She seemed to see through my mind and bowed her head in an instant.
We are silent, and each has his own ideas. "ouch!" I gave a cry of surprise, and stones were mixed under my feet. Fortunately, my hand landed first and I didn't fall, but I splashed mud all over my face, so I quickly wiped it with my hand. "Oh, really, what a mess!" I stamped my feet with anger.
"Little sister, here you are." A package of brand-new paper with the head of the white rabbit was handed to me. "You can use it!" "I suddenly saw my little sister's Zhang Xiuqing and slightly sincere face, which made my heart jump for no reason. But I still said, "No, I can't. Besides, you haven't opened a pack yet, and I can't take it. "Then put the paper back in her hand." Never mind. The teacher said that other people's difficulties are their own. Everyone needs to care and everyone needs to give love. "
The little girl in front of me taught me a lot. ......
It's an unforgettable thing to wear a small umbrella in rainy days.