Please set a situation to write an essay of no more than 500 words, with a topic of your own choosin

Rainy night. The rain was pouring down, the sky was gray outside the window, the birds had long since returned home, and the streets were full of devastation. Who is singing in this silent rainy night?

Who is it that is crying in this lonely rainy night? In front of the quiet window, the quiet night, the quiet rain, knocking on my window lattice, that is the sigh of fate, that is the telling of life, that is the cry of God.

The street lamps outside the window are dim, a few pedestrians hurrying by, and the rolling high-rise buildings are lost in the endless darkness. The moths under the lamp still refuse to stop, and dance to the rhythm of the dark night with the sound of rain, desolate and beautiful, noble and gentle.

There are still a few lights in the distance, and are the people inside lamenting the long night as I do? The sound of the rain gradually increased, like a hammer striking on my heart, and the wound was relentlessly washed by the raindrops, and the blood was dripping. Love, hatred, and hatred have all turned pale in this rain, and they are teardrops, and they are crying.

The rain gradually stopped, ticking, ticking, the dark night sky was without the slightest silver thread, darker, more hollow, the deep black was frightening, terrifying, like a black hole, to suck people into it, into a place of no return. The rain has completely stopped, the crying is over, and we still have to face a new life, no matter how difficult it is, no matter how painful it is, because that is our life, the life we choose.

The rain stopped, and I left quietly, leaving behind a trail of tears.

It was pouring rain outside the window. This is the time when people like to complain the most, as if the rain is falling on the world to bring endless troubles. Isn't it true that everyone doesn't like it?

Rainy? No, no. Behold, the flowers, the grass, and the tall trees are laughing and laughing! They sucked the rain and dew to their heart's content, tasting the heavens.

a wonderful gift for the best; They swayed happily in the rain, telling people: rain and dew are sweet! These lovely plants grow day by day, with their smiling faces.

Thanks for the rainy day. I also saw children as old as five or six on the street, who liked to rush into the rain, and their little feet stepped heavily into the puddle and made a splash. They are childish.

With a smile on their faces, Rain is a happy elf in their eyes. I think they will be grateful for the joy that the rainy day brings them.

I also love rainy days. Listening to the raindrops hitting the windowpane and making a pleasant sound of tinkling dong, there will always be an inexplicable happiness in my heart, and I will be innocent.

Think: Can you play the piano when it rains? I often see **.

Take a walk in the rain. Words like that. I also learned from the protagonist in **, holding an elegant lilac umbrella, stepping on.

Watching the rain fall to the ground and disappear on the wet ground is really full of tranquility and romance. Thank you for the rainy day, for giving me innocence, for giving me romance, for giving me infinity.

Fun. I also love to sit quietly, listen to the rain, watch the rain. The rain seemed to wash over my soul, and those worries, those worries, all disappeared with the raindrops that fell to the ground. Rain.

Ah, let me forget about those complicated issues for the time being, and there is only peace and serenity.

Rainy day, beautiful, peaceful and lovely.

Let me say thank you for the rainy day! Please also do not complain when it rains, and enjoy the rain quietly, and what you will get is happiness.

A false alarm.

Ouch! A scream, followed by a cry of "whoa", and before I knew what was going on, I fell off the bike hard. That's when I realized that a little sister grabbed me in the back seat, crying quietly and staring at me intently.

An aunt next to her turned pale with fright: "Little girl, why are you pulling someone's sister's car!" Walked away.

He turned back to me and said, "Little sister, I'm sorry! The aunt took her little sister and left.

My mom and I came to a shoe store, hey! The little sister just now is also there! I pretended not to see him, picked up the book and flipped through it boringly. She left his mother and sat next to me, with her back to me, but far away from me.

After a while, she glanced at me quickly while I was not looking, and then cautiously approached me, and when she saw that I had spotted her, she pretended to have nothing to do, but she could not help but look at me. It's weird! What the hell was she looking at?

Suddenly, I noticed that her eyes seemed to be staring at my pants bag containing money! No, he became a thief at such a young age! My little sister circled around me a few times, staring at my pants all the time.

Finally, he leaned over completely, his fingers restlessly moving, his foot rubbing against it. I'm beaming with pride, I'm going to catch you, thief! "What are you doing?

The little sister was scared half to death: "Sister, I ......."I just want to ask ......"Hee lies quite fine" I just want to ask, where did you buy your "Bosom Friend"? ”

Ha ha! I was greatly relieved that I was just asking this, this time it was a false alarm!

In the future, you must not judge a person's character easily and self-righteously, because judging people by their appearance will only blind your bright eyes to distinguish between right and wrong.

Who's that? Isn't it me on the sunny road, I'm riding a bicycle on the road of an art class [you can change it to something else if you don't learn art], "oops" a scream, oh, just woke up, it turned out that my mother was riding a bicycle to send me to school, accidentally hit my head on the bicycle, my mother usually let me be self-reliant, let me learn to go to school on a bicycle by myself. Alas, now even dreaming is these things.

My mother asked me, "What's wrong, didn't you wake up, you can still sleep on a bicycle, and you're not afraid of catching a cold." I said

It's all your fault, I was tired at night learning to ride a bike, and I didn't sleep well. Mom said, "Who made you so stupid?"

As he spoke, he arrived at school. As soon as I entered the house, a classmate said, "Yo, foreign giant panda."

I was instantly annoyed and said, "Really, my mom let me learn to ride a bike and let me go to school on my own in the future."

If you describe it as the first person, although it is true, the text will be difficult to move deeply, like plunging into an ice cave. Moreover, this is originally an essay that uses imagination, so why does it still need to be true? What is real is nothing more than logic.

So if you think of it as a dream and an accidental touch, you can't say it's illusory. The space for free imagination and the best use of their talents. As long as it can conform to the logical reading thinking of the public, it is fine.

Growing up, there will always be some accidents in our lives, and in these accidents there will be "experiences", these experiences are what we call growth, I have had a lot of accidents, in these accidents there are happiness and sadness. The process of growing up was very monotonous, and I left my footprints on the road of growth, and when I look back one day, I will realize how beautiful it was to grow up. An unintentional incident changed me.

When I was a child, I always naively thought that I was smart, everything was right, and I missed a lot, I lost friendships in my self-righteousness, and I realized how naïve I was after doing something wrong. I saw disappointment in the teacher's eyes, and I saw annoyance in the alienation of my classmates. Sometimes I really wish I was blind so I couldn't see these eyes, what was I doing wrong to make them so disgusted with me?

In one of my final exams, I got a perfect score in Chinese, which was something I had never seen in my grade, and when the test papers came in, I got carried away for a long time, and gradually forgot about modesty. Some of my classmates started saying behind my back that my grades were fake and copied... One time I overheard it in front of them, and I was on fire.

Ask them why they are doing this. But they disagreed, saying, "What is false is false, what is there to be proud of?"

Aren't you just not looking to be better than you? It's jealousy, you know? Eat one's heart out!

I shot back. Later, a person scolded, I got angry and said a lot of ugly things, and then my relationship with them got worse and worse, and I often played some pranks behind my back, or went to the teacher to make a small report, and slowly my grades dropped, and I did very poorly in an exam. It's really proud, and now they have to say it behind my back, hey, it's really worth the loss!

I regret dying, but what's the use of regretting? There is no regret medicine in the world. The teacher called me into the office and could talk a lot, like pride, what's the use, isn't my grades regressive?

I've heard a few things about you, but is it necessary for you to be like that?

When I walked out of the office, I thought a lot, and I was so proud...

After this incident, I learned a lot and understood that pride is really a harmful thing.

Hope the landlord is useful!

There are three family members in my home: Dad, Mom and I. There are many homemade tools in the house, and those are the pillars of the house, my father's handiwork; Walking into the room, everything is well organized, and these are half the sky in the house, my mother's credit; I saw a certificate on the wall with a wall of awards, hehe!

Needless to say, everyone must know about it, right? Yes, these are the elves of the house—the results of my learning! Now, I'll introduce you to my home!

My father is tall, with a pair of big eyes under thick eyebrows, he wears a clean overalls every day, looks very powerful, and a pair of black leather shoes walk "clucking".

Dad was a driver, and he worked very hard. Although my father never helped me with my studies, nor did he accompany me to read or review my homework, he always taught me to study hard.

My dad would give me some pocket money every month and teach me to develop good habits of saving and saving.

During the holidays, my dad often took my family to climb mountains; Go to the park; I made many good memories ...... with my camera

My mom was a middle-aged woman, she was short and had a round face. A pair of loving eyes flashing under the black eyebrows always give people a sense of affection. Fine wrinkles appear on the chubby face when you smile, making people feel more and more amiable.

My mother is sincere and amiable, and she is a typical good wife and mother. My mother worked tirelessly every day to tidy up the house, so that everyone in the family could live a comfortable life, but she never heard her say that she was bitter or tired. My mother also taught me to read and do my homework, encouraging us to challenge more difficult knowledge so that we could achieve great things in the future.

Although my mother encouraged me to work hard, she never used severe punishment to force us to study. In addition to taking care of our daily life and guiding us to read, my mother also cares about our health and ......I often think that my mother is greater than Confucius.

Well, I'm a quirky, smart, cute little guy. No, it's not small, it's a big guy! I'm not tall, with big eyes, a stiff nose, a bad figure, and I don't look pretty.

But I have good teeth, a good appetite, a good mood, and a good study......I often tell myself: Mom and Dad work hard to earn money for me to study, I should study hard and be a good child who is lively, smart, and filial to my parents. That's who I am.

I love my home and my parents!

I'm a bit of an introvert though