The third grade composition is in a foreign land and homesick for 300 words.

In a foreign land and hometown, the rain is bleak. It's late at night and I can't sleep. I just sat up, leaned against a lamp and listened to the rain quietly. Outside the window, the rain is more joyful, but something seems to be missing, kind? Are you familiar with it? Or is this rain not mine at all? I remembered Mr. Yu's words: On a rainy night, you scratched the fog on the window with thirsty fingers and looked at the water drops on the outside of the window. The new fog came out again, and you paddled with your fingers, finally marking my thoughts. That day, the weather was fine, and my grandmother and I plummeted to work. However, before long, a dark cloud suddenly came up and it was going to rain. At the command of an electric bomb, it will rain, and heavy rain will follow! We were caught off guard, but we didn't bring an umbrella. What should we do? I quickly picked a lotus leaf from the river, but the lotus leaf is too small, and it leans uselessly when the wind blows, as if to go with the wind. Soon, the ground was slightly wet, but people kept pushing people home. Grandma and I went home with lotus leaves. On the way, we slipped, but I went home with cream. Now, I leave my hometown to study, probably because "the moonlight at home is how bright!" " ! I always feel that the rain in a foreign land is not as sudden, unprepared and warm as the rain in my hometown. Seeing the rain in front of me, I can't help thinking of the rain in my hometown. A picture emerges in front of us: mountains in the rain, water in the rain, houses in the rain, children and old people in the rain. Hometown is ordinary, but the rain is not ordinary at all. Rain in my hometown, I love you.