Essay Question It s so happy to read the rain, and the essay title is Happiness in the Rain

When I was a child, I hated rain, because at that time my mother told me that it was a "disobedient" rain baby crying in the sky, and after I listened, I knew that there was a disobedient "baby" in the sky! So I often hold my chin and stare at the sky, when and when will that "baby" be as obedient as me?

Dad in memory is a busy person who comes and goes, every day when I get up, Dad has been riding a bicycle to work, at night, when I hold the bear into sleep, Dad dragged his tired body back, after washing his face, always have to kiss me before going to eat, in my dream, I really want to be coquettish with Dad, but dozing always does not allow.

Only when it rains, my father will ride his bicycle with an umbrella and appear at the door of the kindergarten, and I see him, like a monkey climbing a tree, climb on his bicycle and hold an umbrella for him, I always hold the umbrella very high, always afraid of drenching my father. But the father said: "Don't be afraid, the 'daughter rain' in the sky will not be drenched in Dad."

Is there a daughter rain in the sky? If there is, isn't there still daddy rain, mom rain, grandparents rain? I asked my dad curiously.

Oh, yes! The crackling is the daddy rain, the mother rain that is not in a hurry or slow, the fluttering rain is the daughter rain, and the drizzle for a few days is the grandparents rain, they are old and can't walk ......"Hehe......”

At that time, I believed it, and my father, who never lied, ......

Saying goodbye to my childhood, saying goodbye to that bike, and with it my father's new car, I will never get caught in the rain again, and every time it rains, that car will always wait for me at the school gate to take me home safely. Maybe Dad has forgotten that the "daughter rain" that will not be drenched in him, fluttering and sprinkling, is long overdue, but I will never forget.

Piao Piao, my daughter ...... in the rain

On this sunny morning, it rained little by little, and I shuttled through the rain, and saw a rainbow hidden by clouds and mist, shining colorful red lights in the sky, which was very spectacular, and I thought as I walked, why is there still rain when the sun rises? Maybe it's the aunts or uncles of the flowers and trees who asked Grandpa Yu to give them a sip of water to drink, but now I'll tell you about the joy of the rain.

Why are you happy in the rain? Once I went to my friend's house to play, the moment I arrived, it was raining heavily, I fantasized about why it was raining the moment I walked in, forget it, I had to hurry up, we played in the house, looking at the scenery in the rain, fantasizing about many wonderful events in the rain, such as dancing in the rain, or adventuring in the rain, it can make us happier, my friend and I hurriedly put on raincoats and ran to that wonderful space.

So, we danced in the rain, as if flying in the sky, and there was an indescribable taste.

Well, this is the joy of the rain, there are still secrets hidden in the rain that we don't know, waiting for us to crack it, goodbye.

Write about what it looks like when it rains, and then write about what it looks like after the rain, and that's it, at least that's what I wrote.

The exchange of prisoners, in turn, will rush back as soon as possible.

The winter girl is gone, the spring girl is coming, the red sun rises, the earth is golden, the grass sprouts, the flowers are blooming, the trees are full of green leaves, the birds are singing happily on the branches, suddenly the clouds are thick, after a while, the rain falls, the ground is wet, I quickly run outside to let the rain fall on me, I play with the children on the grass, we jump in the rain, jump, talk, laugh, the rain holds our clothes and we don't care. The sound of laughter echoed in the schoolyard, so the rain brought us endless joy.