Fourth grade composition in the rain

In ordinary daily life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. Composition can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). So have you ever studied composition? The following are eight compositions I collected from Grade Four in Rain. Welcome to share.

In the drizzle, a little girl with crystal beads on her head is running, running and splashing under her feet. Holding an unopened folding umbrella in her waving hand, she ran and shouted: "Miss Liang-"A middle-aged female teacher who covered her head with a handbag suddenly turned around and saw this "deer" running in the rain-her carefully cultivated seedlings, and cried with distress: "Slow down, slow down! I'm here ... "

The little girl stopped in front of the teacher, playfully hung the umbrella on the teacher's little finger and gasped, "Miss Liang, this umbrella is my aunt's. Her home is not far from our school. She has many umbrellas. Take a taxi home! " Teacher Liang realized what was going on. "Her, my home is not far from the school. This light rain does not matter. You'd better take it home! " After that, Teacher Liang opened the umbrella and kindly handed it to Xiaoxue. "No, no!" The little girl is obviously a little spoiled. "Teacher liang, your health is not good. You'd better take this umbrella. "

"Her, I really don't need it. Listen to the teacher! " Xiaoxue pouted unhappily, and her eyes seemed to be shining with tears. The teacher looked at her pleading eyes, thought for a moment and said, "Well, I'll take you home first, and then I'll take this umbrella home ..." Before she finished, Xiaoxue said, "No, your home is nearby, so you don't need to borrow my umbrella. Didn't you just say you wouldn't borrow my umbrella! " The teacher smiled, and Xiaoxue also smiled. The teacher and the students are next to each other and share this folding umbrella. They walked all the way and talked: why is the spring rain like smoke and the summer rain like notes? Why sometimes it rains, sometimes it snows, and sometimes it snows? ...

When we get to the teacher's house, Teacher Liang must drag Xiaoxue into the house to have a rest. After entering the room, the teacher wiped Xiaoxue's head and face with a hot towel. The teacher entered the room again, probably the kitchen, because it was too short, Xiaoxue guessed. Xiaoxue visited the teacher's house again. The room is so small, the furniture and materials are so simple, and the teacher's life is so hard! Hey! Didn't she buy an ice cream for everyone in the class when she went to the park that day, and spent so much money? She won't use the money ... when her eyes rested on the awards hanging on the wall, she knew that the teacher was ... she couldn't let the teacher entertain herself any more. Without hesitation, she opened the door, opened her umbrella, said "goodbye" and walked into the misty world. By the time the teacher reached the door with a steaming bowl, Xiaoxue had already gone away.

Xiaoxue pinched her umbrella. She wants to express her admiration for the teacher's maternal love, the close friendship between teachers and students, and the rustling rain.

Composition 2 In the summer of the fourth grade in the rain, one weekend morning, I was at home alone and was about to do my homework when I suddenly remembered that I didn't bring my eraser.

I'm going to buy it at the stationery store in front of the school. I prepared money. I just opened the door and suddenly found it was raining cats and dogs. I rummaged through the drawers and wardrobes and found that there was no umbrella, only a worn-out plastic film raincoat. I don't care. I put on my raincoat and ran outside. Who knows, because it was too heavy and the raincoat didn't fit, the rain lifted the whole raincoat. I feel my raincoat lifting me up, and there is nothing I can do. I calculated the distance between my home and the present stationery store, which is relatively close. I took off my raincoat and ran like a stationery store. Because of the heavy rain, the soil on the mud floor was wet and washed down, forming muddy water. My shoes were all wet and muddy in a short time. I was about to run to a nearby gazebo to shelter from the rain when a passerby saw my embarrassment. He is close to the pavilion, and I see that he seems to be writing. I came to the exhibition hall full of curiosity and was soaked to the skin. I looked into the pavilion and saw an umbrella and a note: "Little friend, I just saw you running in the rain. I know you will come to the pavilion to take shelter from the rain, so I put an umbrella here. You can take this umbrella without giving it back to me. " I suddenly burst into tears after reading this note. I didn't expect to meet such a nice person.

I held this umbrella, trying to find the man and return it to him, only to find that his footprints had already been washed away by the rain.

Although it was three years ago, it still makes me unforgettable.

My hometown is in Hangzhou, where there is a famous mountain. It is located in the north of West Lake. The rock is crane red, and there are many shiny pebbles in the rock mass, which will shine like gems under the irradiation of the sun and sunset, so people call it "Gemstone Mountain".

On a cloudy and rainy morning, my parents and I went to Baoshi Mountain. On the way, I saw grass growing from the soil, wild flowers dancing with the wind, like waving to me while writing, and raindrops dripping on the village leaves, like sparkling pearls. On the mountain, there are few pedestrians, and occasionally there are a few crisp birds singing, and buds appear on the branches. All this seems to tell us that spring is coming! Soon, I was halfway up the mountain. Gradually, I feel exhausted. Just when I was about to give up, my parents said to me, "There are more charming scenery waiting for you at the top of the mountain." I gritted my teeth and climbed to the top of the mountain. Looking down from the top of the mountain, the whole Hang Cheng looks like a reduced map. The green grass at the foot of the mountain looks like Mother Earth's green carpet. There is a sparkling West Lake in the south, which is charming. In the north, tall buildings stand as far as the eye can see. The west is endless green hills, and the east is criss-crossing bustling urban areas.

The gem mountain in the rain is shrouded in fog, as if covered with a veil. I love the gem mountain in the rain!

I walked into the Woods in the rain. Wow! What you see is a beautiful scenery. All the scenic spots look like new purchases. It kept raining, and suddenly a gust of wind blew, and a dark cloud rose from the northern horizon, accompanied by lightning and thunder. In a flash, the wind was blowing hard, dark clouds filled the sky, and then rain drops as big as beans fell from the sky. Another thunderbolt was deafening. In an instant, the raindrops became a line, and with a bang, heavy rain fell from the sky like the sky fell.

After the heavy rain, it's like a fairy tale world! Suddenly, I became an elf. I walked around in the air and found many trees with fruits. I thought, "I'm sure I'll get a lot of happiness." I looked at the animals, then at the flowers and grass. Think: "A lot of new things may happen."

Look! Brother Yuzhu rolled leisurely on the green leaves. Suddenly, I saw Mr. Spider weaving a web, so I went up to him and asked, "Mr. Spider, why are you weaving a web at this time?" He replied: "After the rain, the bugs have to come out for air, so there are more bugs at this time." I nodded puzzled and he gave me a necklace.

Look! Brother Frog is playing drums and dancing for me, as if welcoming me. I can't help dancing with them. I hear a touching song from time to time, and I think to myself, "Where did you get the stereo in the Woods?" Looking up, it turned out that Sister Bird was singing! I couldn't help singing with her, listening to the squirrel wagging its red tail and sending berries from time to time. Berries drenched in Mao Mao rain are sweet and sour. The little hedgehog came skipping, tied up and transported home.

Even those raindrops are magicians. They can do magic and turn into "mushrooms" as soon as they land.

Ah! How beautiful the Woods are in the rain!

It didn't rain much, but the sound of falling clearly reached my ears. Outside the window, there seems to be a fragrance of flowers. I haven't felt so fresh for a long time, and I haven't felt so sensitive for a long time.

Such a night seems to belong to a place where the fog surrounds the green hills and the river is clear. It belongs to a beautiful fairy tale and a sad girl.

I am not a sad woman, but tonight, I have many faint feelings for no reason. I think of many things, many people, but those are all in the past, life is a passer-by, so I am very sad.

In my hometown, on rainy nights like this at most, northerners can't help complaining that their clothes won't dry and are wet all day, while girls in the south are secretly glad, especially me. Perhaps it is because Jiangnan people love rain by nature. They always feel that it would be a pity if there is no continuous drizzle between green mountains and green waters. "Egrets fly to the front of Mount Cisse, and peach blossoms flow and mandarin fish are fat. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle don't have to go back. " It is because of the rain that Jiangnan has become charming, fresh and romantic.

Holding my beloved umbrella, I walked alone in the rain, let the fragrant wind blow my long hair, let a few strands of rain wet my clothes, and suddenly I felt a sense of cherishing spring. In the rain, everything is beautiful, trees, flowers, grass and people are hazy, and the scenery is seen through the fog.

A little emotional sadness will make the rain more attractive. See you again in the drizzle, Come to Taipei to watch the rain in winter, Wait for the rain to drift away ... It seems that all good love happens in the rainy season and is related to the rain. Sad people also love to vent their feelings in the rain. On a rainy night, I walk alone.

Rain, sadness and lingering, always involve some emotions for no reason. Open the lid of the heart, fiddle with the sad past that I have experienced, and sigh, "I want to make Yao Qin, and I know a few friends." Who listens to the broken string? " Cry with the sky.

The four-year-old composition slowly turned dark in the rain for six days, gradually covering the sun, and finally there was a flash of lightning in the sky. Before long, there was a deafening thunder and the protagonist came out. It's raining, and the rain is dancing briskly in our community.

Water flooded the road, some pedestrians without umbrellas rushed home, cats and dogs were hiding from the rain, and cyclists ran home quickly, and their clothes were wet by the heavy rain.

Our car is no exception in the heavy rain. After a while, it began to rain, and it rained harder and harder. The rain seems to have broken the glass. Look at him. It seems that the heavy rain is washing his body: "Don't wash his car." My mother shouted, "Why?" I asked, "Tap water falls from the sky to wash the car." My sister said, "I don't know." The rain stopped and we went downstairs. The car was shiny and clean, I said.

Suddenly, I smelled a fresh smell. Birds came, the sun came out, white clouds drove away the dark clouds, and the children came out to play again. Everything is fine. Several kittens shook the dew, the dog hid in a warm nest, and the cheers in the community came back. The grass is full of vitality. Although the rain has gone, it still stays in my heart, not dry. ...

Autumn night is not as bright as summer night. The fog filled a large sky, and the moon and stars no longer gave off charming light.

In this silent night, the cloud couldn't bear it any longer. It soaked itself in black, and then shook it coldly, only to see the misty autumn rain rustling down, "pattering" against the branches and leaves of poplar trees; "Tick-tock" drips on the dense leaves of camphor trees; "Ding Ding Dong Dong" struck on the thick wall. The rain at this time, gentle and sometimes vicissitudes, is like a hand in the dark, playing a symphony. Moonlight is the dimmer at the back of this stage, which gives off flickering light silently.

Rain, not big, has been raining. It flows along the ditch to the river. Tick-tock is the passage of time. It was already three o'clock in the morning, and a thin layer of fog lay on the windows of every room. The rain is still falling, the moon is gradually sinking in the west, and the hazy moonlight is much clearer. Autumn insects are no longer endless, but the sound of rain "rushing" permeates the whole world; The frog stopped singing, and only the ripples in the pool were still rippling. A "squeaking" bird draws a strange arc in the dark sky from time to time.

Tick tock, the outstanding pianist finally made a curtain call at dawn. There is a faint dawn in the east, and no one knows that it has been here except one or two small puddles on the ground. The car that got up early on the road came and went quietly, with a bang from time to time, and then it was silent.

This is an autumn night in the rain!

One summer afternoon, the weather was gloomy and overcast. Suddenly, there was a loud noise. First, a few drops of rain floated down, and suddenly it rained heavily.

Pedestrians walking in the street scattered in search of shelter from the rain. Nearby, I ran home in the rain; It's a long way, running under the eaves of the street at the speed of 100 meters sprint; Others are in a hurry to go home and walk in the rain with umbrellas.

Suddenly, a disabled old man on the road caught my attention. I saw him with a black bag on his shoulder, sitting on a board with wheels, clutching the board with both hands, putting his left foot on the board and pedaling hard with his right foot. The pouring rain hit him mercilessly, and his clothes were soaked through. He labored forward. ...

At this moment, an elder sister rushed out from under the eaves. She opened her umbrella, waded through the stagnant water and came to the old man in three steps and two steps. As the old man sat on the board, the position was relatively low, so my sister had to bend down and move the umbrella over the old man's head, so that the old man would not get caught in the rain. But most of my sister's back was exposed to the rain, and soon she was soaked through. The old man looked up gratefully at his sister and said, "Thank you, girl! I will go home soon, so you can support yourself. " Big sister smiled and shook her head: "Never mind, I'll send you!" " "In this way, my sister bent and followed the old man to move slowly. The rain wet her hair, her clothes and her sneakers, but my sister kept smiling and held an umbrella for the old man to protect him from the rain as much as possible. One tall and one short, one old and one young, two figures are getting farther and farther in the rain. ...

With a click, the photographer on the roadside recorded this touching scene. This scene will be fixed in my heart forever, which makes me believe that there are true feelings everywhere in the world.