Continue to write a 400-word fourth-grade composition in the drizzle.

It is raining in Mao Mao. After school, students left the campus one after another. Zhang Chun is a student in Class 4 (1). He is short and slippery. As soon as he got on the bike, he even fell down on the road with his car. ......

The rain suddenly hit Zhang Chun's raincoat and made a noise. He just recovered from the pain and saw a wound on his leg. Bright red blood and rain ran down his leg, and the rain fell on the wound, which hurt a little, and the bicycle fell to one side. Passers-by walked away as if they didn't see Zhang Chun.

Suddenly, a red umbrella blocked the rain that hit Zhang Chun. He looked up and it turned out to be his deskmate-Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang quickly lifted Zhang Chun's bike and said with concern, "Your leg is hurt. Let me take you home by bike! " Zhang Chun said gratefully, "Thank you so much!"

Riding bicycles, Wang Qiang and Zhang Chun talked about what they learned at school today and walked home with a smile.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Chun's home arrived. When Zhang Chun thanked Wang Qiang again, Wang Qiang said shyly, "Don't mention it, we are classmates, and it is right to help each other."

Wang Qiang left, but what he said has been echoing in Zhang Chun's ears. In the distance, the flaming umbrella jumped happily in the gray rain, just like a flame warming Zhang Chun's heart.

Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings. The tile-roofed house, on the other hand, has raindrops jingling on it and immediately makes a pleasant sound. The people in the hut are blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When the rain is sudden, the sound is generous and exciting, such as hundreds of horses singing together, such as Ma Benteng. The rain slowed down and the sound was weak. Tiles seem to be specially designed for rain. They play dutifully, and those who listen to the rain will overflow endless affection. People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and gratitude. The old man has the ambition of "sleeping at night and listening to the wind and rain, dreaming of an iron horse glacier". Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the bright lane sells apricot flowers". Rain has become an angel for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes. In their spare time, they are lucky enough to go back to the place where they once listened to the rain. It was a light rain that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, the sound of rain reveals a strange mood that I haven't communicated for a long time. It refused me thousands of miles away. Show me. However, I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion. Oh, what I met in the rain was myself who had left time and space. It told me everything before. I hesitated and asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me? There is a saying: "Young people listen to the rain on the balcony, and the red candle is faint. In the prime of life, listening to the boat and rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. " Different life situations make them feel different. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the true feelings and listening to the flow of time. In addition to the echo of the years, the past life is still difficult to continue. The rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat ... it's raining, and I put my hand out of the window and touched the heartbeat of the rain. A refreshing coolness suddenly purified all the thoughts in my mind. Rain man slipped down the invisible slide in the sky and fell to the ground, splashing crystal clear water. How happy they are! I watched all this happily, as if I had joined their team. We danced together and blossomed on the ground together. There was a faint fragrance in the distance, which made me return to my original nature and go deep into my heart, which was hard to erase. The rain stopped suddenly, and I was shocked-the rain man disappeared, the splash disappeared, the laughter disappeared, and nothing disappeared. I returned to the real world.

The 500-word composition describing rain in the fourth grade of primary school is urgent and fierce, which always suddenly breaks the tranquility of the past; Rain is kind. When the earth is dry, it will bring coolness to the earth. Rain is gentle. Listening carefully will make you indulge in past memories.

Yes, rain seems to have thoughts and feelings in my memory. If you are a person with love in your heart, then I believe you must have personally experienced the unique charm of rain.

At night, I sit in front of a small desk by the window, listening to the rain outside the window-like a spring stream, like a lark singing in the branches, melodious and beautiful.

Listen, it seems to be laughing and crying.

In this poetic rain, it always reminds me of many memories of the past ... whenever I wake up and the rain stops inadvertently, I still can't escape the beautiful memories of my childhood and fall asleep unconsciously.

I am honored that I had such a wonderful time, and I also complained about why time changed from an innocent child to a sixth-grade student in the blink of an eye like an arrow, but even though I complained, I still felt lucky because my childhood was a happy child.

Rain, you let me relive that unforgettable childhood, and you reminded me of such ups and downs. Your unique charm is not so well deserved, but a touch.

If time can go back, I would like to be a child forever; If life can be repeated, I would like to have so many friends; If you give me another chance, I would like to be with nature forever. ...

The fourth grade autumn rain composition "Tick tock, tick tock.

"It began to rain in Mao Mao outside the window.

One drop, two drops, three drops ... It's raining hard.

Glittering raindrops fall on the leaves, on the roof and on all the dirt in the world.

"Brush, brush.

"In an instant, the leaves turned green and the green was shining; The tile house is greener and has an ancient rhyme; All the dirt in the world has been washed away by the rain.

Look! People in the street are holding colorful umbrellas, spreading in all directions like a rainbow.

At this time, I sat quietly in front of the window, listening to the crisp sound of raindrops "ticking" and enjoying the splash of raindrops on the ground.

Those tiny splashes fell to the ground again, and there seemed to be a mirror on the ground, reflecting the scene of autumn rain falling.

Look, there are many mirrors on the street floor. The rainbow reflected in the mirror is brighter than the real rainbow in the sky.

Soon, it cleared up.

Open the window and everything in the world is washed away by this autumn rain.

I quietly appreciate this new world, let my body and mind wander in the beautiful rhythm, and my limbs float in the humid air. ...

The composition of the fourth grade about the spring rain is about 400 words, accompanied by several spring thunder. It really rained. The rain hit my face, slightly cold, wet my hair and moistened my heart! In the face of the late spring rain, people walking on the road must have the same feelings as me. Although the rain is getting denser, no one is eager to escape. It is so leisurely, in the caress of rain, receiving the nourishment of nature ... Perhaps, children who grew up in the countryside, no matter how the years pass, still can't wash away the thick earthy smell. Every spring, they always look forward to several spring rains. Just, I don't know what it feels like. How many people can understand it on such a rainy day? When the rain comes, the children are as happy as spring rain, as transparent and moist as it is. Raindrops fall gently and reach out to pick them up, and the emotions that have been brewing for a long time are crystal clear in the palm of your hand; The rain is coming, and my green, fat, red and thin mood is also growing! I thought that after the spring rain, the scenery of "grass seems to be near but there is no" will spread quietly. I smiled, and the smile soaked in spring rain should be very bright. In my smile, I seem to see swallows flying together. They once came back to my window and whispered happiness in their nest last year. There are also those flowers that have been moistened by the spring rain, and they also smiled happily, telling me that the prelude of spring has been opened, opening the heart window, and there is a kind of freshness of "sparse rain and light flowers" ... I like to listen to the rain by the window in my own artistic conception. It is rain outside the window, and it is a dream outside the window. The rain is dripping, light or heavy, thin or thin. There are always a few vivid shadows wandering in the rain ... occasionally, the most beautiful scenes will be unfolded and you will put yourself in them. So, unconsciously, I became poetic or picturesque in the rain ... I like to sit quietly in such a rainy night, holding a book and reading sentences such as "The sky is raining like crisp" or "The lilacs in the rain are empty and sad". Under the oil-paper umbrella, I read the sadness, sadness and confusion in her eyes, and also read the clear and vague pictures drawn by the poet in words ... I don't know when the rain stopped. Only the spring water under the street lamp shines softly, leaving traces of rain. I picked up one detail after another and hid it in the text. How gentle ... perhaps, at that moment, it was only my own words that moved me ... I opened the window and the wind blew slowly. In the wind, there is the wet smell of rain and the fragrance of earth ... They turn into a rhyme of "Seals in the Rain" on this sleepless spring night, hovering gently in my ear. I was at the window, drunk as mud. A crescent moon climbed over the treetops and laughed at my stupidity. Actually, I'm not the only one drunk! There is also a night moistened by the spring rain! Write the topic according to your idea. My topic is too profound. I don't think you can read it in the fourth grade

The fourth grade composition "Rain" is prepared by teacher Fan Wenyu. It was very hot this morning. Grandfather Sun seemed angry and burned his feet on the ground.

But just after lunch, Grandfather Sun was tired and ill. Sister Wuyun came to take his place, but he was still humming behind the clouds, and his voice became more and more dull.

After a while, I heard the sound of "swish swish" and looked up. The water drops on the window glass rolled down in chunks.

With another hum from Grandfather Sun, there were no water drops on the glass, but what I saw in front of me was a rapidly falling water curtain.

The heavy rain lasted for about ten minutes, and the sky seemed to take a breath. The rain is getting smaller and smaller, and I can see the raindrops clearly again. Raindrops are like a group of lovely elves, jumping desperately.

Every drop of rain falls on the ground, and it will splash a beautiful little splash.

After a while, a dazzling flash of lightning flashed quickly, followed by a loud noise and a downpour.

Soon, the whole community became a world of water.

It's raining harder and harder. The wind blows up the rain during the journey and floats in the air like layers of gauze. Everything in front of me is blurred, even the solar water heater on the roof in front of my house can't be seen.

I looked downstairs again, and the rain looked very graceful. They are like clouds and rough waves.

The rain is getting smaller and smaller, and the air washed by the rain is fresher.

In the distance, the sun shines again, as if to comfort people not to be afraid.

This rain is so beautiful and scary!

Before, during and after the rain. This morning, I got up and looked outside. I saw dark clouds outside. From time to time, the strong wind blows lightning and thunder in the sky.

After a while, ah! It's raining, and the sky is like a huge bead curtain.

Summer rain is not as frivolous as spring rain, so dripping, it is so passionate.

Come quickly, of course, go quickly.

Hey! Raindrops hit the roof, playing a beautiful melody and splashing beautiful water; Hit the grass and let the grass absorb the moisture of the rain; Play flowers and wash the dirty mud off them.

Water drops kept dripping on the eaves. At first, like broken beads, they slipped down one by one, then turned into leucorrhea and fell off at once.

What a change! It rained heavily today, and all the low-lying places at ordinary times accumulated water, forming a small pool.

The rain is getting smaller and smaller, and the children are jumping in the puddle! Jump! What an interesting time! Of course, I am no exception. My friends and I came to the pool and dialed water for each other. We are all very happy! This rain is really extreme, because it is precisely because of this rain that we have alleviated the drought in this place, because there has been no rain here some time ago, many plants are dying of thirst and the people are miserable.

The rain stopped, the sky cleared up and a rainbow appeared in the blue sky.

The air has become fresh, and there are a few drops of rain on the lotus leaf.

What a quiet beauty!

After writing a 350-word composition about the natural landscape familiar with rain in the fourth grade, my hometown has not changed much, but I found some natural landscapes that I can't see in the city.

In the morning, I was stunned by my father, and the faint sunshine shone directly on the bed through the window. Dream shattered, wake up helplessly.

Being dragged to the bathroom by my father, brushing my teeth, washing my face, these routine things, I don't need to elaborate, the water drops glisten like gold on the cup, which may be a good start in China.

I got on the bus with my father and drove to the breakfast shop. Although the road was winding, my fear disappeared because of the fog.

It was just a faint fog at first, and I didn't notice it either. It turned white slowly, and then I began to notice. Just turning a corner, it turned into a foggy ocean. White fog flies like many catkins, only revealing mountains, such as islands in the sea; Like a mountain peak in a sea of clouds; Pine trees in thick snow.

Milky white clouds engulfed the mountain road like terrible waves. The car was submerged by milky white clouds and forced to slow down. It's like entering the kingdom of the ocean, but there is air, which seems to be in a fairy tale. The white sky adds mystery to it.

Finding confusion is also a kind of beauty.

When I went down the mountain, the buildings below were shrouded in fog. At breakfast, white fog is a wonderful poetic environment, which attracted my attention. After breakfast, I began to return.

The fog around seems to be afraid of cars. Wherever we go, the fog will open the way for us. The sun was obscured by thick fog. Slowly, the sun began to be fierce. After a while, we rushed out of the dense fog, but the sun made our eyes almost a line.

I'm glad to be back, because I feel very satisfied.

Twenty years have passed. I worked as a Chinese teacher for my children abroad, but the school gave me a day to go back to my hometown.

When I came to my motherland, I went to my hometown. My hometown is no longer a small bungalow, but a two-story building. Every family has a car. The only thing that hasn't changed is the big pagoda tree in front of the door. Still so tall and straight.

Guard my hometown like a giant.

When I was a child, I often played hide-and-seek with my friends under the locust tree. What I remember most is an experience of picking Sophora japonica flowers.

One day, it was sunny, and I discussed with six or seven friends how to pick Sophora japonica. A few boldly said, "We can climb trees, we can climb trees!" " "So, they quickly climbed up, and we picked them up below. They started picking them before we were ready. We pick them bit by bit below, just like ducklings foraging for food. The falling Sophora japonica is fragrant, as if it were raining. Each of us picked a big bag and went home satisfied.

When I got home, I pestered my mother to make me a pagoda tree cake.

Mom is very entangled and has to do it for me.

I washed the Sophora japonica, picked out the twigs and leaflets, and began to make them. I kept looking into the pot, but my mother couldn't tell the time. After a while, the time was up, and I couldn't wait to get one. I was scalded by the bag because it was too hot. I took a bite with pain, and my heart was sweet.

I'm going back, thinking of my childhood "Sophora flower rain".

At noon, after lunch, I went back to the classroom and wanted to take a nap in a comfortable and soft bed, but it was impossible for us and I was disappointed.

But I climbed onto the table and slept for a while. When I woke up from a deep sleep, I found it was different, completely different. The sky is getting darker, deeper and heavier, and soon it turns gray ... Listen! The wind is strong, and it sounds like crazy beasts fighting. It's terrible.

Thunder rumbled like a heavy drum, and a flash of lightning tore the sky like an angry fairy.

It began to rain, first in Mao Mao, and then it became louder and louder, and the waterlogged ground was soaked by heavy rain.

There are thunder and lightning in the sky from time to time.

In the rain, the wind blows violently from time to time, blowing plastic bags all over the floor, and the windows keep making "squeaking" sounds.

I wonder whose clothes were blown to the tree by the wind.

The spider quickly hid under the eaves, the bird flew into the nest, and the ant quickly dodged.

It is raining harder and harder. Brush brush ... Finally, the rain stopped.

Spiders climb trees to weave webs, birds come out to feed, and ants carry biscuit crumbs that fall in front of holes.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, revealing a ray of mild sunshine, the sky became particularly clear and blue, and the air became particularly fresh.

Strong Trees Spring has come, and the trees in the yard are beginning to be pruned.

It happened that there was a wire on a tree, and the workers' uncles peeled off its bark to stop it from growing.

After all, what if the wires are affected by trees? To tell you the truth, I really sympathize with this tree.

What a nice tree! Just one person with his arms crossed.

Summer provides us with shade, and autumn provides us with a place to avoid sandstorms.

What a pity to give up such a good tree for a pen-thick wire.

Spring is coming.

Overnight, as if just yesterday, the dying trees were bare, but today they are all red and full of vitality.

The air in the morning is always so fresh and pleasant, and the air is filled with the mixed smell of soil and grass leaves.

Take a deep breath and stretch, and a comfortable feeling arises spontaneously.

The tree used to be the focus of the courtyard, but now it is hiding aside. What a contribution you have made to us! I looked at it gratefully.

Ah ... what? I froze. Why are there green spots on that tree? It must be moss! I ran over and looked at "Oh, my God! It is that tree that has sprouted. " How did this tree that was sentenced to death germinate? I went to school with a full stomach of problems.

A few days later, I was more surprised.

The tree not only germinated, but also grew a few nail-sized tender leaves. ............................................................................................................................................................

Please indicate the source for reprinting. Continue to write a 400-word fourth-grade composition in the drizzle.