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Fourth grade composition in the rain
Writing in the rain in the fourth grade 1 Meeting in the rain
On Saturday morning, I went to the food market to have breakfast.
Walking on the way to the vegetable market, it suddenly became cloudy and windy. In the blink of an eye, it rained. I didn't bring my umbrella. What should I do? I had to go to the snack bar to take shelter from the rain and order a bowl of noodles. I waited for the rain to stop while eating noodles. However, after I finished eating noodles, the rain continued and I didn't mean to stop.
I decided to go home in the rain. On the way, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, which can be called downpour, lightning and thunder, and people are not afraid. I had to run under the eaves of a shop to shelter from the rain. I just stood up. At this moment, I heard a child crying loudly. An old woman came over and said gently to the little boy, "What are you crying about, little friend?" I looked at the little boy carefully. He is about five or six years old. He looks dignified and strong. The little boy said, "I don't know where my mother went?" Grandma said, "Don't panic, little girl. Grandma will help you find your mother. " The little boy stopped crying and snuggled up to his grandmother meekly.
I carefully studied the old man, who was in his sixties, with kind eyes and a few strands of white hair hanging from his forehead. The old woman asked the little boy, "Do you know mom's phone number?" The little boy said, "Yes." The little boy reported a string of phone numbers, and the grandmother took out her mobile phone to call the little boy's mother. Soon, a young woman came excitedly. The young woman picked up her little baby and said excitedly to her grandmother, "Thank you, thank you, I am anxious, but fortunately I met your kind grandmother!" "
Grandma said, "thank you, I'm a mother, and I will look after my children wherever I go."
Up to now, that strange old woman is still in my heart.
Moving in the rain is one of the necessary ways for the world to express its feelings. Here, I want to tell you a true story that happened between a little girl and her mother, a story that happened in the rain.
That day, we just finished the exam, and the falling rain stimulated my nerves. "What can I do? Mom is out, and I don't have an umbrella. Do I have to get wet? " I looked at the rain outside the window and couldn't help looking at the gray sky. At this time, the school bell also joined in the fun and rang slowly. I slowly packed my schoolbag and walked down the stairs with heavy steps.
At the school gate, I actually saw the familiar and petite figure. So, I shouted "Mom, Mom ..." I flew over and quickly jumped into her arms. It was a warm embrace-an endless warm embrace. Mother carried me to the car. I got on the bus cleverly and chatted with my mother like a twittering bird. Not to mention how enthusiastic the scene was!
Suddenly, a phone call broke this warm scene. "What are you doing? Where did you slip away during working hours? " A man on the other end of the phone asked rudely. "Isn't it raining? I will take my daughter home and come to work later. " Mother said respectfully. "Come on, don't dawdle!" The man hung up the phone mercilessly. I'm confused, so I just want to ask my mother what's going on. My mother seems to have read my mind a long time ago. She kindly said to me, "Yingying, my mother is working hard now to lay the foundation for your future college education. It doesn't matter if you suffer a little." You should study hard. When you grow up, you will succeed and I can enjoy life! "I was moved to tears.
Mom, you know how much I want to say to you, "Thank you. You loved me the most when I was a child. You and I have gone through a long eleven years, both bitter and sweet. " Don't worry, I will repay you when I grow up! "
Composition in the Rain Grade 3 "sasha vujacic's Lies, sasha vujacic ……" Ah, it's raining! I excitedly ran outside and had a close hug with the long-awaited rain.
This is the rain I have been waiting for for for a long time. It is gentle rain, good news rain and gratifying rain.
When I run into the rain, I feel suddenly excited. You see, the drizzle with tiny spots is visible, and the wind is blowing, just like a silk curtain hanging in the air, holding a seven-color dream. That kind of clear, slightly fragrant breath came to my face. Reaching out to pick it up will make your palms cold and itchy, giving people a kind of enjoyment. Intoxicating.
"Good rain knows the season, and when spring comes, it sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." Isn't it a compliment to "Rain"? I have been reluctant to take an umbrella and wear a raincoat. I'd like to bathe in the rain. I have my own interests. Walking in spotless air is refreshing; Rain guides people's interest and makes them meditate; It's daydreaming.
But "rain" is not all gentle and kind. Rain is also crazy and tyrannical. Gradually I remembered the plants in the rain. When the rainstorm comes, people hide in the house because the rainstorm is terrible. It is because of the terrible rainstorm that those small trees and grasses have become strong. Only by facing it can we take root and grow sturdily. Only in this way can it grow into a towering tree, because it is not afraid of wind and rain.
The sun shines on my face after the rain. In this rain, I not only appreciate the gentleness of the rain, but also learn to be as strong and brave as a small tree.
On a sultry summer afternoon, the sun was driven away by fierce dark clouds, the weather became cold, and the rainstorm and lightning were ready to start!
The wind is coming, flying from far away. It flies over the forest, and the branches of trees sing and dance with it, sometimes sad and sometimes excited; It flew over the field, and the rice grains looked up at the east uniformly, as if watching a grand performance. At this time, Raytheon also broke out, and the "Thunder Mountain", known as the tsunami-like thunder, shocked the earth and people's hearts. Lightning is not to be outdone, it regards the curtain of the sky as its own drawing paper, and shows its appearance on it at will. So the concert began. "Whoosh-"The deep voice of the wind is like a sad bass. In the clouds, its slightly magnetic sound deeply reaches everyone's ears. And ray, like a drummer, beats people's nerves from time to time and plays an unknown rhapsody.
Gradually, gradually, the rain stopped and the wind stopped. The golden sun sets off the seven-color rainbow girl. After the baptism of this concert, everything on the ground has taken on a new look, welcoming a new life course.
Who is singing in the rain in sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic? Oh, it's a shy little raindrop. Jingjing listened to the gentle songs of raindrops and entered a sweet dream. ...
Jingjing saw in her dream that she walked into a big forest and became a lovely elf. There is a beautiful little gift box around every tree in the forest. Jingjing will have a surprise every time she opens the gift box. Jingjing dances happily!
Crystal beads of rain rolled down on the leaves, as bright as pearls and as shiny as gems. Jingjing made a beautiful necklace out of silk from spiders and put it around her neck. Petals fell down and spread a soft and fragrant flower carpet on the ground; Frogs beat drums and birds sang, as if dancing for Jingjing. The little squirrel hiding in the tree seems to be intoxicated, and its big furry tail is swaying. The forest is full of happiness!
The drenched berries are bright, light red and deep red, as if the sour and sweet taste is about to jump out of the fruit, and the hedgehog is tied up and transported home.
Little raindrops drop by drop and fall to the ground, becoming small mushrooms. ...
After a deafening and earth-shattering explosion, it began to rain in Mao Mao.
I looked out through the glass window and saw that the community was surprisingly quiet. The narrow path was wet and no passers-by passed by. There are tall birch, apricot and peach trees beside the path ... I seem to see young leaves growing on the branches and birds singing happily! Magnolia, peach trees, winter jasmine and apricot flowers ... are like a beautiful woman who is about to get married, shyly spreading her delicate petals in the rain. The most beautiful is peach blossom. Looking at the beautiful posture of peach blossoms in the rain, I can't help but think of a sentence by Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "Peach blossoms have no owner, and lovely crimson loves light red." Hearing is empty, seeing is believing. Now I see the true beauty of peach blossoms. Her graceful background and graceful posture are intoxicating. There are so many peach blossoms in March!
What fascinates me most is the artificial stream and willow beside the garden! The water in the stream is so clear! It's sunny and you can see colorful pebbles. The drizzle pattered on the water, splashing thousands of glittering and translucent Bai Lianhua. The willows by the stream hang down long braids, just like a fairy combing her hair quietly by the stream! The willow branches have sprouted green shoots. A breeze blew away, and the willow branches danced with the wind, flying freely in the air like dancing butterflies. The cabin in the distance was looming in the fog and drizzle, and soon it was gently covered by the rain curtain. Only wisps of kitchen smoke rising from Ran Ran floated into the sky.
The spring rain is still falling. It awakens small animals and irrigates everything. Spring bamboo shoots poked their heads out of the ground, smiled wittily, breathed delicious air and grew up slowly. The little snail climbed up the wall step by step. Looking at these lovely elves, I couldn't help laughing.
The rain stopped and it cleared up. There is a beautiful rainbow hanging on the boundless blue sky, with faint colors, as if it were crossing the sky in front of me. For everything, this is a spring rain that proves a new beginning. For me, this is a long-awaited beautiful and intoxicating spring rain.
In the rain, the fourth grade composition 7 Dear:
How are you doing? In this storm, I want to say something psychological to you. I am a little green, I am not so eye-catching, not so cold as black and white, not so melancholy as purple. I'm just a little green that represents health, vitality and vigor.
In 2008, we spent the "year of haze" brought by the black earthquake.
In 2009, we spent the "year of purity" brought by the white snowstorm.
10, we spent the "year of sunshine" brought by the orange flood.
When can green dominate the world once? I came to the bustling city. I saw many brothers and sisters. They listen to fashionable music and watch dynamic dances every day. How happy they are! I also want to live this lively life and add a green color to the city. But a touch of green on the treetop whispered to me, "Don't come, leave quickly!" " What we hear is noise, but what we inhale is dust. Do you think I'm still green? "
I turned to look at my companion's reluctant departure, and I began a long search for a place to turn green. In an instant, I saw a lake, like an emerald. I was very excited when I saw hope. I was just about to take root here when the ripples in the lake told me, "Don't come, we are polluted by that chemical and have been poisoned for a long time." Listening with tears, how dare I take root here!
Disappointment began to flood my mind. Where the hell is my home? Searching, searching, with my inner belief in the beauty of the world, I set foot on the road again. When the endless grassland came into view, I smiled and told myself that this should be the place where I could take root. Suddenly a gust of wind came and told me with grass: "Let's go, because of overgrazing, the grassland has begun to turn into a desert, and our green is about to turn yellow." I looked into the distance. Where the sky meets the grassland, I saw it was yellow.
Tears streaming down my face, I started to be afraid, I started to be afraid.
At this moment, I heard countless dying animals in the world shouting: We want to be green! The hole in the ozone layer is crying: we want green! Tropical and subtropical jungles are shouting; We want green! The desert is also crying: we want green!
I'm just a touch of green. I am very modest. But I dreamed that I could see a beautiful forest with a large group of wild animals and birds, and my children and grandchildren could still see green in the quiet world. Humans, if you can't make up for our green, please don't destroy us.
Humans, you keep saying that you love green, protect the environment, live a civilized life and make the world a green world. I beg you to match your words with your deeds, okay?
The five-star red flag is the symbol of the Chinese nation. It brings people not only glory, but also patriotic complex. I am very proud and excited whenever I see the five-star red flag Ran Ran rising at the flag-raising ceremony of the school on Monday. Today, I finally came to Tiananmen Square to see the long-awaited sacred flag-raising ceremony.
The alarm clock rang at two o'clock in the morning, and the usually annoying reminder bell sounded so exciting today. My mother and I jumped up. Although my eyes were still closed, it didn't prevent me from getting dressed quickly. Half an hour later, we happily arrived at the queue to enter Tiananmen Square. I didn't expect to line up so early. It seems that people are looking forward to that exciting moment. After eating some bread, we began to wait patiently.
It suddenly began to rain cats and dogs. Luckily, I'm going to take my raincoat. I put on my raincoat in a hurry, and several people played an umbrella together. Despite the double protection, the rain kept washing on my face, and my eyes were blurred and very uncomfortable. Despite this, everyone insisted on staying where they were. It rained harder and harder, and slowly some tourists gave up waiting and left. The people who stayed also showed anxiety on their faces, and the crowd began to stir up. Because of the heavy rain, my mother kept asking whether we should leave. Zhang Han and I can still talk and laugh freely, because we have faith in our hearts and we never give up.
Time goes by little by little, and the team is gradually shrinking. On the contrary, we are glad that we can stand in front of the queue because of the rain. About two hours later, the iron fence slowly opened, and the crowd swarmed out and rushed into the square to seize the favorable position. I also broke my leg and sprinted for 100 meters, and the rain and sweat on my face could not be wiped off. My mother was left behind by me, and I secretly thought that if I could work so hard in the 50-meter physical education exam, I would definitely do well. Many things happen. I finally stood panting in the first row, facing the flagpole, and I proudly welcomed my mother.
At 5 o'clock 1 1 minute, the flag-raising ceremony officially began, and the huge square suddenly became quiet. The officers and men of the National Flag Guard proudly walked out of Tiananmen Square. With a crisp password, three soldiers holding bright five-star red flags stepped onto the flag-raising platform and skillfully hung the red flag on the flagpole. With the majestic national anthem, the five-star red flag rises in front of my eyes, and my heart is full of pride and pride. I couldn't help singing the national anthem. My mother told me that the flag-raising time strictly abides by a principle, that is, the five-star red flag must be raised at the same time as the oriental sun every day.
The soldiers of the escort calculated the daily flag-raising time according to the daily sunrise schedule in Beijing. Therefore, whether it is the change of four seasons in spring, summer, autumn and winter, or the change of rain and snow, the five-star red flag can jump out of the horizon with the oriental sun for a year. It turns out that a small flag-raising time contains a lot of knowledge! It seems that persistence in the rainstorm is worthwhile, and it also makes me understand that as long as I persist in doing anything, I will gain something, whether it is study or life!
It's not raining much, it's dripping. From last night to morning, raindrops washed this morning, making the grass greener and the flowers more beautiful. Raindrops hit the small pond, causing ripples on the surface of the pond. Ripples ripple everywhere, like a game, you push me, I squeeze you, to outdo each other.
On the rainy campus, everything outside is hung with rain beads, which is a unique scenery in the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River.
Gently walked into a path and looked up. The wall was covered with creepers. Buds sprouted from the bare stems of Parthenocissus tricuspidata. Looking closer, the newly sprouted tip is burgundy, and the leaves on both sides slowly turn into tender green and open outward. Tender leaves lined with dense water drops, like a crystal ball wrapped in green crystals, have become an inconspicuous but beautiful little scene in the corner.
Walking on the path, it was surprisingly quiet around, and my footsteps made a clear and loud "crash, crash" sound on the ground.
Look! There is a snail crawling leisurely on the clover, and watermelon worms are foraging outside the cave in droves. The grass is dotted with raindrops, flashing like stars hiding inside.
After crossing the playground and bypassing the stairs, we came to the famous Baiguoyuan in our school.
As soon as I stepped into the Baiguoyuan, a slightly fragrant object fell on my head. I looked up for it. Pears full of trees danced in the breeze. Look, the petals are waltzing in the air, spinning and falling to the ground gently. Gradually, the petals scattered all over the floor turned into a white carpet with a faint fragrance of flowers. Pear blossoms in the rain are like handfuls of open umbrellas, and the stamens are pink, so fresh and elegant. Her bud is as big as a grain of rice, tightly wrapped in a ball, and two tender new leaves "stretch" under the white petals, as if waving in the breeze: "Good morning! Good morning! "
I gently sniffed the young leaves of the pear tree. Well, it smells a little tea, a little cool mint, and a little unpleasant Chinese medicine. It is still a little sticky to the touch, and it will never be plastic, because it has a spring-like life.
In the afternoon, the Baiguoyuan is still foggy, and there are one or two clear birds chirping in the distance, as if entering a mysterious fairyland, which makes people yearn for it.
The rain never stopped.
The rain is still ticking. ...
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