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雨中的記憶作文（通用17篇）
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雨中的記憶作文 1
Run Through the Rain
世間萬物皆有自己的季節(jié)，做任何事情也有一個恰當?shù)?時機。希望你有機會在雨中狂奔一回……
She had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful brown haired, 1)freckle-faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that 2)gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the Earth it has no time to flow down the spout.
We all stood there under the 3)awning and just inside the door of the Wal-Mart. We waited, some patiently, others 4)irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always 5)mesmerized by rainfall. I get lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child come pouring in as a welcome 6)reprieve from the worries of my day.
Her voice was so sweet as it broke the 7)hypnotic 8)trance we were all caught in. "Mom, let‘s run through the rain," she said.
"What?" Mom asked.
"Let‘s run through the rain!" She repeated.
"No, honey. We‘ll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied.
This young child waited about another minute and repeated: "Mom, let‘s run through the rain."
"We‘ll get soaked if we do," Mom said.
"No, we won‘t, Mom. That‘s not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom‘s arm."
This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?"
"Don‘t you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, ‘If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!"
雨中的記憶作文 2
Winter rain, not to mention how familiar. Winter rain sister every day heaven, people happy people worry. The streets are both desolate and deserted, and are basically desolate. Winter sisters rain is rain, can choose the wind brother to trouble, the original beautiful and romantic winter rain in peoples mouth bees annoying.
Once, I sat in the father of the battery car, just the sky floating drizzle, can be a big wind. I joked: "rain with the wind flurry, really a flower ed on the cow dung!" Dad smiled. Because the rain came, the sky became dark, and all the hearings were rain "ticking", the "rushing" sound of the rain, or the rocking of the leaves of the wind - The sound in the rain, "patronize" when it is too much! Every time the rain, everything bees wet da da, it seems that the wind was a bath. Can snake, turtle, some hibernating animals can not accept the "bath task", just want to be over the hole in the cold winter.
There is no way, and can not hibernate, can only think of their own way to keep warm in the morning, no longer someone from morning to night out of morning practice; noon, although the day is the hottest time, to the winter, it does not meet the science; The coldest day, is like a forest silence ... ... the land is the most mon puddle, and one foot down, they will splash countless small water, splashed on peoples clothes, pants, so a no Attention, clothes pants on the wet. Those small puddles, reflecting all things, the plot will even bee a small tadpole swimming.
Winter rain, people happy to worry!
雨中的記憶作文 3
After last night‘s storm, my mind was full of thoughts, but in the morning, my heart had gradually calmed down a lot. The dark light reflected on my half squinted eyes through the curtains. I was a little lazy and really boring. I stood up and looked out of the window, as if I was in a daze. I didn’t know where I was. Quiet for a long time, suddenly the noise in the street becomes very loud, and it brings me into reality. I sighed, as light as the dust on the table. I turned around to wash myself. I wanted to go out for a walk. I didn‘t want to be alone at home.
Push open the door, use a lot of strength, walk slowly intoxicated, when I step out of the door, there is a kind of unspeakable sadness in my heart, the sky is gloomy, the style outside is sharp, as if it is laughing at me, I tighten my clothes and walk forward, facing the wind to the intersection, it is a strange road forward, back to the origin, left is the school, right again The front house. I am in deep thought. If I would go to the right before, I always thought I was a nostalgic person, but now I really don’t know which way to go and which way is my direction. I thought about it for a long time, and pedestrians rushed on, but there were stories and sorrows hidden in my eyes. But they all have their own directions and goals. The traffic lights are working day and night. I‘m standing by the sidewalk. I don’t know where I‘m going. The dark clouds are lingering on my head. I listen quietly and stand. I have no goal or direction. Who knows how confused and helpless I am. I only know that the whistle in my ear is not falling, and the sky is getting dark. It’s a sign of rain. My feet took a step forward, and I thought, that‘s the revelation of heaven, so I walked along with others, and heaven also walked with me.
I looked around, suddenly I felt tears in the corner of my eyes. I saw a person walking in the distance, alone, with wet clothes, but he seemed not to panic, not to be afraid. Let the rain hit him, he seemed to enjoy something. In the wind and rain, life was indifferent. Looking back, he was already submerged in the sea of people.
I didn’t want to be like them at first. I stood under the eaves and waited for the rain, but I couldn‘t stop. I didn’t want to stop, no matter how cold, no matter how stormy, no matter how unhappy. I let the rain drop mercilessly hit my face, looked at the sky, and watched the rain drop from my body. Only I could feel the cold feeling. I suddenly felt that the pace became brisk, and I didn‘t know why my mood suddenly became much better. So I began not to worry about life, I learned to face it, but also learned to be brave and relieved.
Then, the knot quietly untied, the clouds on the top of the head slowly dispersed, the rain slowly stopped, and a light appeared on the other side of the sky. It was the dawn of the dawn. When the dark clouds left, the sky cleared up. Like the thoughts of the same person, when they wanted to open up, they were free and easy, and the corners of their mouths rose inadvertently.
雨中的記憶作文 4
The winter rain came, mixed with fresh air and a plume of weak wind came. Silently moisten a side of the land, to bring people infinite beautiful, so that peoples lives full of warmth and joy.
Winter rain is not fierce, not violent, do not pay lightning, it is always quietly fell to the ground, issued a "blah" to sound. This rain, like the willow on the tens of thousands of silk sash, like the feathers in the air wandering.
People like the spring rain, because it has the hope of vitality, there is a good beginning.
People like the summer rain, because it gives people a trace of a trace of cool. After the rain the city is more and more new, full of vitality; heavy rain after the scenery is more charming - seven-color rainbow rising, in the sky set up an arch bridge, looming, quite magical, wonderful feeling.
People also like the rain of autumn, because it can make melons more sweet, more good. The scouring of the rain makes this fall more poetic. So that the mountains of the leaves, the earths autumn more charming.
Winter rain is cold, because the winter is cold, the rain is colder, not only affect people travel, but also undermine the traffic safety, in the eyes of people winter rain is like a no evil big bad guy.
So winter rain is poor "poor" child. No vitality, no hope, no vitality is a nothing of the people.
But the rain in the winter is still so happy, worry-free underground, until the spring comes ... ...
Winter rain, the time is not long, so that people review the cool summer, the rain after the Yalu River, the air cleaner and cool.
雨中的記憶作文 5
As the saying goes: a autumn rain, ten autumn rain wear cotton. You see, this morning, all the people outside the name of the colorful umbrella, wearing thick clothes, in the rain in a hurry to shuttle.
It s time to fall and it s cold when it s raining. To wear some thick clothes. Unlike the summer, when the rain is cool and cool outside.
The first rain in autumn is elegant. It does not play flash, do not thunder, just quietly sprinkle to the earth, really "Run things fine silent" ah!
I heard the smell of the earth, and heard the sound of the trees, and heard their words: ah! More sweet rain ah! I have not drunk for a long time, so thirsty! This time, I want more Drink some!
I saw one by one on the road is moving the "mushrooms", is color. This is the people holding a large umbrella, to do their own dry things.
This rain has been from the morning, in the middle, never stopped, it has been down to the evening, or did not stop, when it stopped?
The air was sober, the plants were tender and beautiful, and the road was covered with silver, and silver was shining and beautiful!
Feel the beauty of nature, enjoy the softness of nature!
雨中的記憶作文 6
The winter is coming, the weather is getting cold. After the second day of the afternoon, we all pleasantly surprised to find the rain! The rain outside the window da da da da hit the window, the outside of the ground has accumulated a small puddle, the rain into a small puddle to form a A small ripples, to the surrounding waves open to go. I can not wait to open the window, a cold wind blowing, I stretched out his hands, thin rain hit my hand, slightly hurt.
Afternoon after school and Luo Shu Tong, Yang Ruoxin went to Xu Baihui home rehearsal English drama, out of the school I found that when the rain than the second class after the larger and dense, the rain is like a shell On our umbrella, the rain fell into the puddle and burst into a transparent, round and small blister. Roadside trees on the leaves have many raindrops down, then the temperature is lower, and to Xu Baihui home I feel almost frozen ears.
Night my father to pick me home, on the road I think the rain seemed a little bit a little, but still very close. The lights were raindrops, and they fell like a root from the sky. The way people riding a bike umbrella, bow quickly ran home to go.
Now the night has been deep, the rain is still under the rhythm of the next. The earth quietly, only to hear the rain hit the window on the drop of da da sound. Old people often say: "rain hit the ground under the snow." Tomorrow it will be under the snow, right? We can snowball, snowman.
雨中的記憶作文 7
Beginning this summer, even here the next several days of rain, the suns anger at once extinguished, and the weather has become very cool that people are feeling refreshed.
When it rains, foam has been of coffee, sitting in his study playing online games, but can not help，but be attracted to the rain outside. Rain on the leaves，issued dull sound; rain hit the road, splashes of white foam; rain hit the racks, the issue sounds sweet tinkle.
Lie in the window sill and see rain, dense rain such as pearl curtains中考, hammer down from the sky, grab a hand, her lack of playfully escape, leaving only a trace of cool in the palm of the hand.
After the rain, my friends and barefoot, to play in the water puddles in the area. Walk through the rain, my little feet very comfortable, I splash a small partner, and made each other who are wet, and we really enjoyed ourselves.
Rain, you give us a cool, but also brought me happiness.
【參考譯文】
今年夏天開始，即使在這里的未來數(shù)天的雨，太陽的憤怒立即熄滅，天氣變得非常涼爽，人們感到神清氣爽。下雨時，泡著咖啡，坐在書房玩網(wǎng)游，卻忍不住，卻被外面的雨吸引。雨滴在樹葉上，發(fā)出沉悶的聲音;雨點打在路上，濺起白色的泡沫;雨打了架，這個問題聽起來很悅耳的鈴聲。
躺在窗臺上看雨，雨濃如珠簾中考，錘子從天上下來，抓住一只手，她沒有開玩笑地逃走了，只留下一絲涼爽的手掌。雨后，我和朋友赤腳，在水坑里玩水的地方。走在雨中，我的`小腳很舒服，我濺起一個小伙伴，互相弄濕了，我們真的很享受。
雨，你給了我們涼爽，也給我?guī)砹丝鞓贰?/p>
雨中的記憶作文 8
Autumn is a golden season and a bumper season. Autumn, the crops are all mature, and everywhere is a Huang Cancan, people can not help but want to sing a song, sing the joy of harvest.
However, in recent days, the weather was cold, not cloudy, is the downpour, it is cool and warm, the hearts can not help but add a bit sad.
Today s rain is really big, like a row of soybeans from heaven. This rain is also very anxious, low-lying place instantly become a Wang Yang. Occasional vehicles through, from time to time will provoke a blossoming flowers. The pedestrians on the road were hugging by the umbrella; the vehicle horned the horn from time to time, fearing the pedestrian. People standing high to see this scene, all feel like a boat like a boat in the river in general.
The rain is too fast to go, and the sky is sunny for a while.
I opened the window, fresh air from the nose, even the trees next to the road feel more than just the spirit. Autumn rain, although brought the slightest chill, but also people memorable.
雨中的記憶作文 9
Hot summer quietly away, cool autumn is coming to us.
That day, I was reading the extracurricular book at home, and when I had to breathe fresh air, a little drop of water fell on my little nose. I opened my eyes and looked, "Yeah, there was a drizzle.
Rain and thin and long, stroking in my face, gently kissed me. The flowers on the balcony looked up and sat down against the rain, and it touched the flowers, and it touched the grass, the trees, and the things of nature.
The rain is getting bigger and bigger, like all the things on the earth, calling more friends to be friends with them. Because the rain is big, we have put on a raincoat and hold up the umbrella I looked from the balcony, like a colorful little rain is moving, very interesting.
I put my hand out of the window, the raindrops "snapped" fell in my hand, and I heard the raindrops hit the window, the roof, the green leaves ... ... played a wonderful music.
Afternoon, the rain stopped. On the ground, houses, flowers and trees are washed a comfortable bath, flowers and trees are playing the twelfth spirit. The air has become more fresh, so refreshing.
After the autumn, our surroundings have become better. I like this fresh environment, prefer to make it fresh autumn.
雨中的記憶作文 10
Now just into the winter, chill day by day, since yesterday, the sky can not see the impact of the sun, heralded a winter rain is coming, I like the rain in winter, although people feel cold, but But let people keep this awake, not vague and sober.
When the rain, sometimes it is difficult to detect. Because so many days are dark dark weather. Cold, exhaled gas immediately into a burst of smoke in front of drifting. Rain: often down when people inadvertently. Silent, others feel a particularly cold time, set a look, oh, the original rain has been under a long time.
In the oblique wind and rain, in the heart of dusty to experience a kind of years of affection, aftertaste years ago, light rain, is not it also a free and easy? We can not keep the past, but we can in a winter Yue said The rain, and then continue to reshape past memories of our memories. This is also a kind of life, a kind of let us keep on remember life.
Pattering the rain is always so in my heart under the next, that piece of bamboo let me intoxicated; always let me obsessed with the winter, obsessed with passionate light rain. To join in nature, in the silence of silence, to feel a long absence of the mood, to relive the feelings of a juvenile, is not it a pleasure?
This is the rain in the winter, the next is so quiet, as if crying, and it seems to talk, let us calm down and think back in the hearts of the collection of memories, is so pregnant, as if everything is still, only their own Memories, this is why I like the winter rain.
雨中的記憶作文 11
Autumn rain is a password, it shut the heat, opened the cool autumn.
Autumn rain has a box of colorful paint. It gives the purple to the grapes, a string of purple grapes like a crystal gem, sparkling in the sun. It to the red to the jujube, red Yan jujube heavy hanging in the branches, like a gem. The red is given to the apple, the red apple is like our face. Sweet-scented osmanthus fairies get more color, golden, pale yellow, red ... ... they are scattered in the fall bursts of fragrance.
Autumn rain, blowing a loud little horn, it tells everyone that winter is coming soon. The cheetah is looking for food that it likes to eat. The snake crawls and crawls it quickly into the winter. The peach trees and the leaves of the pear floats to the feet of the mother of the tree. The pipa tree wears thick, green clothes. They are preparing for the winter!
Autumn rain, bring the farmer uncle is a harvest song, bring the children is a happy song.
雨中的記憶作文 12
Winter rain, not to mention how familiar. Winter rain sister every day heaven, people happy people worry. The streets are both desolate and deserted, and are basically desolate. Winter sisters rain is rain, can choose the wind brother to trouble, the original beautiful and romantic winter rain in peoples mouth becomes annoying.
Once, I sat in the father of the battery car, just the sky floating drizzle, can be a big wind. I joked: "rain with the wind flurry, really a flower ed on the cow dung!" Dad smiled. Because the rain came, the sky became dark, and all the hearings were rain "ticking", the "rushing" sound of the rain, or the rocking of the leaves of the wind - The sound in the rain, "patronize" when it is too much! Every time the rain, everything becomes wet da da, it seems that the wind was a bath. Can snake, turtle, some hibernating animals can not accept the "bath task", just want to be over the hole in the cold winter.
There is no way, and can not hibernate, can only think of their own way to keep warm in the morning, no longer someone from morning to night out of morning practice; noon, although the day is the hottest time, to the winter, it does not meet the science; The coldest day, is like a forest silence ... ... the land is the most common puddle, and one foot down, they will splash countless small water, splashed on peoples clothes, pants, so a no Attention, clothes pants on the wet. Those small puddles, reflecting all things, the plot will even become a small tadpole swimming.
Winter rain, people happy to worry!
雨中的記憶作文 13
I remember that on a Sunday afternoon, the sky was very gloomy and the air was extremely dry. It seemed that the weather was about to change. I was sitting on the balcony writing my composition, but I was not inspired at all. Looking at the weather outside, my already irritable heart became even more irritable. I have tried all kinds of writing methods, but I still have no train of thought.
Whenever I pick up a pen to write, I always have no train of thought. So I wanted to open the window to look for inspiration. Unexpectedly, as soon as I opened the window, a cold wind blew in. I hurriedly closed the window, and then the sky outside also changed.At first it was just a patter of rain, and then it began to grow up slowly, pouring down like a waterfall. “it seems that even God is laughing at me when things are not going well.” I murmured in a low voice. But at this time, I suddenly had inspiration, so I picked up a pen to write, after writing a paragraph, my train of thought gradually blurred up, the rain outside the window became heavier and heavier, and gradually blurred the window grilles. What a nuisance of the rain!
雨中的記憶作文 14
Living in the city, all are full of industrial atmosphere, and it is raining with the most intimate contact with nature. At this time, I will run to the outside, at least I will look for a while, I will feel the breath of nature. If it is closed, they will give me a special feeling. Listen quietly, you can listen to the mood of the rain. Feeling? Will there be a mood? Thats of course, dont believe, you listen. I listened, but when I felt soft rain, I cant hear it? That is that the rain is hide and seeking with you. They touched it. You blink, they appear in front of you, you just closed your eyes, they disappeared without trace, as if they didnt come. . Dont worry, listen carefully. I heard it, they all in the stone seam, the window is hidden, and they deliberately put the footsteps very light and light, so that you cant find them. But they didnt expect that gently smile will be heard by you. The stuffing is still not coming, it is really naughty. Sometimes, they will not play with you, first tune to your nose, so I will drill into the ground; I jump to your top, just as you dont know who is joking with you, "", they Both jump to your body. Unfortunately, you have become a victim of their pranks, and they stand next to laughing, laughing, and smiling, and even the iron plates and leaves next to them. I cant help but laugh. But fortunately, they dont always engage in prank, but let leaves, iron plates warn, otherwise you always go out with umbrella, then they dont have a mischievous object, will be very bored. When they didnt go well, they didnt feel their own, but they had to vent their inner depression. So they jumped from the clouds, the leaves sent a call for Shasha, but this didnt help it, they were still rained, gave it down from the tree; the earth was shoveing, this is no good With his body, it is trampled, and it is finally drowned in the rainy rain.
The scenery of the distance is gradually blurred, they are all in the rain. Dang Dang Dangdang is a mess. You want to know, you will flash early, if you flash, you will make you a rivers and lakes, which makes you "Auntie" for half a month, I am afraid that you have no effort. I rarely listened to the rain at night, but one night, I heard the rain. They quietly down from the sky, sitting on the leaves and issued a low voice. I am very clear, they are crying. I want home, poor rain, are you very like parents in the sea? This is the common mood of the parsley, but since you have chosen your way with your partner, you cant always click on your parents arms, stronger, rain. They dont seem to hear my comfort, still there, I also have some sadness, I dont know how many years later, I will not miss my hometown in the dark night. But fortunately, there are also them with me. Listen to the rain, I really can hear their mood, or that is my own mood. ",." Stinky boy, just crying last night, now come to me, hurt me.White is worried about you, ok, since you are so happy, I will play with you.
雨中的記憶作文 15
Last night, the rain of my hometown nourished my nightmare. Xiao Xiao Chunyu, there was no sound, which reminded the thousands of trees and flowers, gornes that there were wild. In the dream, I hold the oil paper umbrella, stand in the long-long and lonely alleys, singing with light rain: Sha sand sand, Sha sand sand ... The rain is like a silk, like a fallen leaves, like a needle, like a line Long, a silky floating, there is no purpose, on the ground, on the ground, washed the thick dust, and pure melancholy. The rain of hometown is a beautiful fairy tale. It comforts every child. The rain is the most beautiful song. Its warmth music language vibrates every persons heart; The hometown rain is a pair of warm hands, and he is softly stroking you, so that you are not in your heart. And I am in the rain, a touch of scenery, and the body is stained. what! I really want to put this soft rain in the photo frame or combination in the manuscript, then quietly stuffed into the postkore - together with my beating heart, send it to the distance to solve my thoughts. The hometown rain! Softly, he is lingering, blowing lightly flying in the evening wind, forming a harmonious movement, a very rhythmic and extremely monotonous movement, sometimes soothing. Time and fine ... as if I am also in the hometown of the small alley, a girl who is griever, a dream is general, the wind is general, the cloud is generally drifting, the rain, last night nourished last night One night dream ...
雨中的記憶作文 16
那是七月的天，多變得讓人無從揣測。一片雨中，一把素雅的傘在雨中佇立著。傘下，撐傘的老人還在翹首等待，銀白色的鬢發(fā)，千萬縱橫的皺紋中嵌著一對烏黑的瞳仁在閃閃發(fā)亮。雨很靜，沒有閃電沒有雷，一縷縷的連成一片。但，她的目光，那犀利的目光就是電！她痩削的手，那顫巍巍扶著傘的手就是雷！……悄悄在我心中埋下雨的情感，悄悄激起心中的電火浪花，把這些交織成陰霾的天空，罩在我的世界上方。
It was July, so changeable that it was impossible to predict. A plain umbrella stands in the rain. Under the umbrella, the old man with the umbrella is still waiting, with silver hair and thousands of wrinkles inlaid with a pair of black pupils. The rain is very quiet, no lightning, no thunder, continuous into one. But, her eyes, that sharp eyes is electricity! Her shaved hand, the trembling hand holding the umbrella, is thunder Quietly bury the feelings of rain in my heart, quietly stir up the electric fire waves in my heart, interweave these into a haze sky, and cover my world above.
“姥姥，回去吧，我們就要出發(fā)了。”“洋，你上樓問你爸爸一聲，就說這雨這么大，改天再搬家不成？”我沉默了，面對這渴求的話語，我無言以對。我只有緊緊抱住姥姥，在她耳邊喃喃地說：“您等著，您等著，我這就去，我這就上樓去！”然后我轉(zhuǎn)身跑向樓梯。其實我分明地知道，改日搬家是不可能的事，搬家公司的車在樓下等候多時，母親正在樓上梳妝打扮……但我要去說，我要上樓，哪怕只是為了耽擱時間，只是為了讓姥姥多存片刻的希翼，少懷片刻的失望。
"Go back, grandma. We are about to start." "Yang, you go upstairs and ask your father, saying its raining so hard that you cant move another day?" I am silent, in the face of this yearning words, I have nothing to say. I had to hold grandma tightly and murmur in her ear, "wait, wait, Ill go, Ill go upstairs!" Then I turned and ran to the stairs. In fact, I clearly know that it is impossible to move another day. My mother is dressing up upstairs while the car of the moving company is waiting downstairs for a long time But I want to say that I want to go upstairs, even if its just to delay time, just to let Grandma save more hope and less disappointment.
當我從樓上下來時，卻已經(jīng)不需要再解釋什么了。那些工人已經(jīng)開始匆忙地搬家具，他們帶來雨蓬，仔細地罩住每一件物什。姥姥失落地站在他們旁邊，什么話都沒說。那是她的白發(fā)嗎？遮住了她目光中的神采；那是雨嗎？我仿佛看到她眼角的濕潤；那是風(fēng)嗎？我突然覺得全身都好冷好冷。
When I came down the stairs, I didnt need to explain any more. The workers had already begun to move the furniture in a hurry. They brought the awning and covered everything carefully. Grandma stood beside them, lost, and said nothing. Is that her white hair? It overshadowed the look in her eyes; was it rain? I seem to see the moist corner of her eyes; is that the wind? I suddenly felt cold all over.
“姥姥……姥姥！”我跑過去靠在姥姥肩上。
"Grandma Grandma! " I ran over and leaned on Grandmas shoulder.
“搬家后離姥姥家遠了，你爸媽晚上不在家時，記著關(guān)好門窗。學(xué)習(xí)緊的話，就別老到這邊來……”姥姥笑了，盡管笑容讓我酸楚，盡管笑容多少顯得無奈，但笑容中的目光是我熟悉的慈祥。
"Its far away from Grandmas house after moving. When your parents are not at home at night, remember to close the doors and windows. If you study hard, dont come here... " Grandma smiled, although the smile made me sad, although the smile seemed helpless, but the eyes in the smile were my familiar kindness.
接下來，爸爸媽媽都過來與姥姥道別。我們坐在爸爸的車上沖姥姥揮手。車外，大雨滂沱，風(fēng)撩動了姥姥的頭發(fā)�！俺缜嘟z暮成雪……”，姥姥真的老了。
Next, mom and dad came to say goodbye to grandma. We sat in dads car and waved to grandma. Outside the car, it rained heavily, and the wind stirred grandmas hair. "The morning is like the green silk and the evening is like snow..." , grandma is really old.
以后的'幾年，每每看到雨，我總要傷感。我會回想起那個上午以及那段心酸的回憶。而從那天起，才是我乃至于我的母親真正獨立的時刻，究其根由，竟然只是搬家，只是離開姥姥。我們不能夠再在黃昏時散步到姥姥家，嘗姥姥包的餃子；不能夠再在夜晚突然地敲門，三個人一起看月亮數(shù)星星。我們能做的只是坐著，在惡劣的天氣里或某段新聞報道后，聽電話、接受姥姥關(guān)切的詢問。
In the next few years, whenever I see rain, I always feel sad. I will recall that morning and that sad memory. From that day on, it was the time when I and my mother were really independent. The reason was that I just moved, just left grandma. We can no longer walk to grandmas house at dusk and taste the dumplings made by grandma; we can no longer knock on the door suddenly at night and watch the moon and count the stars together. All we can do is sit and listen to the phone and ask Grandma about it in bad weather or after a news report.
現(xiàn)在，窗外又有了滴滴的雨聲，我提起筆記下這段往事，用它來給自己一些支撐，給自己一份感恩。天地蒼茫，唯此間情真永不變。
Now, there are drips of rain outside the window. I mention and take notes of the past, and use it to give myself some support and gratitude. The sky and the earth are vast, but the situation here never changes.
雨中的記憶作文 17
High-rise buildings for dusk, Indus leaves on Xiaoyu rain. --Inscription
The raindrops were spinning in the sky and seemed to cheer for the location of the summer rain. Its dancing infected with the hot summer heat uncle and that annoying cicadas, they all want to see the interpretation of the autumn, but still was driven away by the wind.
Autumn sparse under the rain, wrapped in a layer of sadness. It is sad in what? Originally, it is blaming themselves, blame their coming to give a lot of good life is about to end the hint. Yeah, those "withered old trees faint crow, bridges people, trail westerly thin horse." The bleak picture, though by your hint after the picture. However, you do not know, without your kindness hinted that everything will know how the last interpretation, how will the interpretation of the most beautiful dance it So, you use the enthusiasm of the red maple leaves, so that it is in the last interpretation of the moment, with the most unique color of the fall. Then, you put your magic sinking rain dripping to the field, so that rice in the end of the life of the moment, the last bath once, and then in their own sleep, was stripped of the shell, leaving a small toot Particles, in the dream of peace with the world farewell. Let them go so quietly, without any pain.
Autumn is a magical painter, with its unique brush out of a "day street rain, such as crisp" ink painting. In the scroll, the little girl who holds the oil paper umbrella, with the autumn rain in the same umbrella, she is listening to the rain in the paper on the paper umbrella melody, try to interpret the autumn rain under every dream. Lying on the side of the leaves, in the autumn rain Xiaoxiao sprinkled, the veins flowing in the autumn rain, the wind cruel attack it, because the fall of love and this piece of poor little leaf tied to the ground, no longer let it suffer the wind All the way to torture. Leaves drank the raindrops of rain, obediently stay on the ground, that sitting shaky, and with a slight wind, even more autumn. Ink painting in the autumn rain, with their own vitality of the brush, everywhere depicts his own unique beauty. Autumn in the ink painting stroked in the past, when we had time to fall for the leaves and sigh, but our eyes attracted in such a beautiful picture. I worship this magical autumn painter.
A refreshing autumn debut of the fall ...
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