It's a summer morning, and the weather is really good!
Through the window of the dormitory, the blue sky appeared in my field of vision. While I was meditating, a few white clouds became many, and then filled the whole sky. Although there is no Shan Yu here, upstairs in the plain, you can still feel the fierceness before the storm.
The campus is quiet in the morning light. In the raging wind, graceful willows are blown to the east, like a girl's long hair, fluttering in the wind, and willows in the wind can better reflect tenacity and strength.
The wind is tight, and all the branches make a "crash, crash" sound, forming a modern "wind symphony". The wind is getting smaller and smaller, and raindrops fall from the sky like broken pearls. In front of me, it is foggy. Heaven, earth, man and rain seem to blend into one, and enter a state of emptiness in silence, which makes me realize the power of nature ... "June day, doll's face." The rain came quickly and stopped quickly. Hardly had I finished eating when the rain stopped. Heavy rain, like a naughty child, played a bad game and then slipped away quietly. Gradually, there are more people on campus. In the cool air, my classmates and I walked along the campus path, wandering in the freshness after the rain. ...
Composition 2 of the fourth grade "In the Rain": "Several bagpipes leave the pavilion late, you go to Xiaoxiang and I go to Qin." This poem is really wonderful, which makes a friendship reasonable, and that is friendship.
On a stormy afternoon, there is a red lotus in the pond. Her huge body struggled in the storm, and a small white lotus beside her was exhausted by the storm. At this time, the nearby red-violet covered it with a huge leaf. Finally, with the help of Honglian, Bailian was lucky enough to have a quiet sky. Looking at this scene, my thoughts drifted away ...
I still remember that it was a day of senior one, and it was raining cats and dogs after school. I forgot my umbrella. Just as I was walking in the rain, I suddenly felt that the rain behind me didn't catch me. My head no longer feels cold, and my body no longer feels cold. I suddenly looked back, it was Wang Keao.
"Come on, I'll take you home!"
"Well, thank you!"
In this way, we went home hand in hand. Although he is not so tall, so burly and so loud. But he left me a huge figure, holding up a gorgeous umbrella in my heart. ...
In the fourth grade, once it rained heavily after school, I walked home with an umbrella. Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure-Wang Keao. He was caught in the rain and looked embarrassed in the rain. Seeing this, I ran like an arrow and covered his head with an umbrella. He smiled at me and I smiled back at him. We disappeared in the rain, and I also wanted to hold up a gorgeous umbrella for him. ...
It turns out that the best thing in the world is to have a true friend.
The first rain in autumn falls gently, and the weather gets cold gradually. Riding an electric car, we came to Zhang Xiang Park.
The first thing I saw when I entered the park was a few willows, which were not as green as spring, but still fluttering with the autumn wind. There is still a stone standing next to the willow tree, which is engraved with the powerful characters "Cinnamomum camphora Park" and carefully walks up the steps. The ground has washed its face, and the lake behind the willow tree may frown because the autumn wind makes it dissatisfied. Passing ships are also dragging their long tails on the lake. When the rain falls on the water surface, the water surface ripples.
It's raining, and the lake seems to be covered with mist. A father and son, holding their heads, hurried into the pavilion to hide from the rain. This pavilion is very beautiful, and the whole building is similar to an ancient pavilion. Looking out from the pavilion, there were many lotus leaves, and several flowers and bones crept out of the water. Lotus leaves that are no longer green are like cradles, shaking falling babies. Cinnamomum camphora stands proudly in the rain, and several birds cross the sky. Taking off your shoes and stepping barefoot on the lawn is soft and cold, not to mention how comfortable it is. The ground is slippery, but there are still some boys roller skating and walking with umbrellas. It seems that he has been fascinated by it. Walking down the next step to the "Jiuqu Bridge", from the bridge, several fishermen sat quietly on the other side of the river with umbrellas, waiting for the fish to take the bait, and they could hear the whistle of the train from time to time. After crossing the bridge, the plantain flowers of the ethnic group stand out in the grass. Not far away, in a natural jungle, several big ants are in a hurry. From time to time, a few birdsongs came from my ears, as if to say, "Autumn is here." Standing under the tree and taking a deep breath makes people relaxed and happy, even the grasshoppers come out to breathe. A few more steps, I suddenly saw a green "barrier". When I looked carefully, it turned out to be just a vine of a plant, but it was a little dense.
Cinnamomum camphora Park shows the beauty of the ecological environment to the fullest. Cinnamomum camphora Park should consider beauty, environment and ecology.
Fourth grade composition in the rain 4 "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.
The story of the fourth grade composition "Preface to Lanting" in the rain has always attracted me. In this misty and rainy day, I finally came to Lanting, which I have admired for a long time.
The rain kept falling, and the dense fog floated on the mountain with thin raindrops, like a fairyland on earth. At this time, a faint fragrance of osmanthus wafted over, but I couldn't find where it was hidden. That's really a faint fragrance coming!
Walking on the stone road in the Woods, there was a sound of "goose", "goose" and "goose". I saw some big white geese on the river bank. Some of them stand proudly like generals, and their necks are straighter than telephone poles. Some of them swim around in the water like white boats floating in the water, and some walk around the shore like soldiers. Raindrops hit the water, making a pleasant sound, just like playing a military song for the big white goose.
With the departure of the goose, a lotus pond appeared in front of me again. On the green lotus leaf, small water drops roll around, like crystal pearls, so cute. Several red lotus flowers suddenly appeared on the big lotus leaf. Just like a few red dots in green, it has a special flavor. Gradually, it rained harder, and raindrops hit the pool water, causing ripples and forming concentric circles. It's really interesting.
Just then, a gust of wind blew, and a lotus petal just drifted into a stream and drifted away slowly along the clear stream. Looking at the pink petals drifting away, I can't help but think of Wang Xizhi and Xie An in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, who also drank wine and wrote poems here, leaving poetic allusions. The great calligrapher Wang Xizhi wrote the famous Preface to Lanting here.
The encounter with Lanting in an autumn rain is really unique! I am happily holding an umbrella, standing on the waves and leisurely chasing the pink lotus petals, carrying it on. ...
One afternoon after school, Grandpa God suddenly changed his face and it began to rain heavily. His classmates' parents have all come to pick up the children. Only Miao Xiaogang, whose left foot is disabled, is still waiting for his father to pick him up at the door. Miao Xiaogang is very worried. Dad used to pick me up on time, but why didn't he come today?
It keeps raining, and it's getting heavier and heavier. Teacher Liu, the head teacher of Xiaogang's class, saw the lights on in the classroom and went upstairs to find out. Teacher Liu was surprised to find that Miao Xiaogang, whose left leg was disabled, had not left yet! The teacher asked Xiaogang, "Miao Xiaogang, why haven't you left yet?" "My father doesn't know what's wrong. He hasn't come yet? " Xiao Gang answered. "Then I'll take you home!" "Well ..." Xiaogang knew that Miss Liu had a two-year-old child waiting for her to take care of her, but what about Teacher Liu ... The teacher guessed Xiaogang's mind and smiled. "It doesn't matter, she has grandma to take care of her!" Hearing this, Miao Xiaogang finally breathed a sigh of relief and got on the teacher's bike. The teacher rode on it and told him to cover it with a poncho. When he rode to Xiaogang's house, Xiaogang found that Mr. Liu was soaked to the skin. At this time, I knew that the teacher would not catch cold, so I covered the poncho by two-thirds.
At this time, Xiaogang's father came back. He saw Mr. Liu send Xiaogang home. Thank you very much: "Thank you, Teacher Liu. I was late because of something at the company. Come in and have a cup of tea! " "No, I have to go back and take care of my daughter! Goodbye! " Looking at the back of Teacher Liu, Miao Xiaogang silently said, "Thank you, Teacher Liu!"
Autumn, in my mind, should be the sentimental red of red maple leaves and the poetic yellow of dead leaves. But this cold rain seems to have taken away all these memories, leaving such a continuous autumn rain. ...
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The sky is still gloomy, the wind is still blowing on my cheeks, and the "tick-tock" rain keeps reaching my ears, and the sound gradually becomes complicated and becomes a symphony. Light music makes people happy.
The children leaned out of the window, listening to the beautiful music of nature and tapping their fingers on the windowsill.
Leaves have jumped down from the branches-their little houses, as if the cold of rain did not exist, and they are enjoying their dance with light steps.
The birds are late. They are musicians on this stage! They played a waltz with the drums of raindrops. Look at their fascination, like a world-class band.
Participants in this dance seem unwilling to be disturbed. The dark clouds of the lighting engineer make the sky darker, and the raindrops are also very cooperative. They scrambled to jump down one by one, as if they were not afraid of falling to death, but felt that heaven was below.
It rained heavily, people didn't come out much, and even the frolicking children went home. The dancers are very happy because they don't want people to come out and steal the show.
The rain was getting louder and louder. He accidentally woke up Grandfather Sun who was snoring in the morning, but he didn't want the dance to end in discord, or he was lazy.
People are angry. They can't stand the rain for two weeks in a row. They just need to pull out Houyi to shoot the sun. The sun was afraid, so it came out quickly. The sun shines on the earth and it is very comfortable.
But perhaps no one noticed that in the corner where the ball was held, many leaves gradually dried up and drifted away with the wind.
Perhaps no one knows that it was this heavy rain that sent away the fragrance of lotus flowers, and it was this heavy rain that called the fragrance of osmanthus. ...
My aunt in Hangzhou really wanted to go to the seaside, so my family drove to Sanmen Wooden Spoon.
At first, on the way to Sanmen Wooden Spoon, I saw the rain keep falling like water in a washbasin. Despite the rain and wind, we arrived at the seaside.
As soon as I got off the bus, I heard the call of the sea: "Wow? Hey? " I quickly took off my shoes and socks, put on my raincoat and walked towards the sea with a water gun. I stepped on the sand barefoot and felt soft and wet.
The waves came in and scratched our little feet. I jumped up, the waves rushed behind me, I moved to the right, jumped up gently, and I jumped around happily.
Rain soaked my hair and seawater washed my trouser legs, but we thought it was really interesting to ride the wind and waves in the rain!
In the misty rain, a little girl with crystal beads on her head ran and ran, splashing water at 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.