The essay titled That Day Drizzle is 800 words

In the past few days, God's mood doesn't seem to be very good, his face is cloudy all day long, and the drizzle is constantly drifting, making the world melancholy.

The drizzle casts a thin veil over everything around them, making it seem ethereal and mysterious. I didn't have an umbrella with me, so I walked alone on the boulevard of the campus. The autumn rain was cool, and there was a slight chill on the body.

The footsteps are unhurried, and something in my mind disappears, and the disappeared reappears, just like this drizzle. There were some people walking by, their hair covered with tiny droplets, crystal and glittering. Gradually, forgetting everything around me, with the gentle caress of the drizzle, my thoughts drifted away, drifting to my playful childhood, drifting into the sixteen-year-old flowering season.

When I came back to my senses, I found myself smiling softly. I don't know whose eyes such a laugh drifted into and plucked whose strings.

I still like to walk in this drizzle, but if the rain is a little heavier, I will not walk like this, for fear of getting my clothes wet, dirty shoes, and blurring my vision. I think lovers will prefer to walk in the rain like that, holding an umbrella and walking side by side. At that time the rain was sweet and everything around was beautiful.

I prefer to watch the rain rather than walk in the rain. Watching the majestic rain is a kind of inner catharsis. After a heavy rain, the sky and the earth are clear, and the mood is relaxed. Leaning against the window to watch the light rain, yes...

Ah, such a poetic title should be on its own? Don't you have enough language skills? You can make it up!

The sky is still raining, in the warmth of the also, the memory is blocked, and in the days when it also returns. I looked up at the stars, the confused night...

Do you remember? Hours of good time, playing together, it's fun! However.

In junior high school, you went to another city and left in a hurry. He even said 'goodbye' to me and left. I remember when it was raining, I went to your house to look for you, but the door was locked.

Then I cried, crying so miserably, the umbrella fell into the rain. Rain and tears mixed together to stay. For?

For? But they didn't tell me. Leave me helpless.

When I went home, I talked about you and said that it would be a matter of time in the future. I cried again. Since then, I've been looking for good friends, all of whom are treated normally, and I'm afraid I'm going to get hurt.

I can't forget you, you're my friend. , and they separated, and I searched all over you, but I looked for you. Desperate!

It's still raining in the sky, laughing in the air, time passing, and in the days of returning. Seeing your smiling face, vague fantasy...

In study, work and even life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, according to the characteristics of writing propositions, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. So, how do you go about writing an essay? The following is my carefully compiled composition on that drizzly day, welcome to read and collect.

The rain is still dripping. But the breeze from the south is already drawing closer to us. The tall building seems to be veiled, so that you can't recognize it as the small building you are familiar with.

I crept in, slowly into the little building, and seemed to dance to the sound of the tinkling hail.

The dilapidated and dilapidated little Imperial Mansion actually looked like I had entered the world of my dreams. I pressed the elevator and went straight to my dance class. At that time, we were all only in kindergarten, and our immature little faces were looking forward to it, looking forward to our dear and beloved teacher sending beautiful dance dresses, and looking forward to our beautiful scenery on ......the stage when we grew up

However, with the teacher's class, we entered the dream classroom, and the teacher immediately gave us a dismount: "Come on, if you don't practice well, you are not allowed to leave class!" "It scared the hell out of all of us.

I looked out the window, and the rain suddenly "beeped" down, and I stayed helplessly in the classroom next to me, thinking: I won't go to dance class in the future, and my leg will be broken! Two lines of tears flowed down my cheeks.

We were all shivering together in the classroom next to us, and a fresh breeze blew in through the cracks in the window. Everyone was talking, thinking that the future dance classes would be like this. The breeze was blowing, but the heavy rain had no intention of stopping, and we were speechless and did not leave, and the sun did not come out, so we were all immersed in such a mood.

At this time, the teacher's words made us more confident.

Come on, kids, I'll tell you a story! In a faraway country, there was a ballet princess, and she danced'The dance is almost perfect, and I hope you can be a princess like that! "Our teacher spoke to us gently.

We were hooked and went into the dance studio. The rain is still falling, but it is gentle, beautiful, and dreamy.

That day, that cold, gentle, cool day, was the first time I went to ballet class. Maybe I can really become that princess in the future! The gentle rain paved the way for my future, and the gentle rain also gave me inspiration, the gentle rain!