On rainy days, Xiaoding walked home with an umbrella. Suddenly I saw a little sister who forgot to bring her umbrella and trotted home. Xiaoding said generously, "Come to my place to take shelter from the rain!" "After that, Miss Sister got into the umbrella to shelter from the rain. Little sister said to Xiaoding, "Big Brother, that's very kind of you." Xiaoding said, "No, no, I just did what I should do. "
Walking, Xiaoding and his little sister saw an old man without an umbrella, so they put their little sister on their back and let her hold the umbrella, quietly blocking it over the old man's head. Grandpa said in surprise, "It's good that the rain has stopped!" " "
Looking up, I suddenly realized! It turned out that two children were sheltering me from the wind and rain! Grandpa said to them: "thank you, you are so filial, what a good boy!" " "Grandpa said with a little sister's umbrella, you respect the old and love the young, and I also want to love the young!
One day, I was playing in the park and it thundered. There was a blinding flash of lightning in the sky, and then it rained cats and dogs. The people dancing in the park dispersed in a hurry.
I hurried home. On the way, I saw a bunch of flowers. They were beaten to pieces in the cruel rain. Some petals have fallen off, some are almost dead, and some are dying.
There is only one wild chrysanthemum, standing proudly under the relentless rain. Looking at its air, I stopped to take a closer look. Although there is no delicate color, it is simple, natural and pure without any impurities. It is not like a canna, wearing a red robe and a yellow coat and proudly holding its head high; Nor is it placed gracefully on the water like a lotus flower, waiting for people to appreciate it. It is so small, so inconspicuous. But it has tenacious vitality and is indomitable under the destruction of heavy rain.
Its power is beyond the reach of flowers, and it can thrive without irrigation. Only depends on the natural environment. This is true in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Maybe we can't compare with its spirit. A little flower is worth learning. I will continue to walk home from now on.
Does the beauty in life only belong to colorful appearance and posture? Isn't it a magical scenery that the small flowers of wild chrysanthemum are fragrant and strong despite the wind and rain? I want to be a small white chrysanthemum. What a powerful vitality this is! This is also worth learning.
In my memory, there are many twinkling stars of different sizes. Among them, there is the biggest, brightest and most dazzling star, where an unforgettable thing is recorded.
I remember last June, I had the third class in the afternoon. The sky is overcast with clouds, and the thunder is deafening. It's raining cats and dogs. Lightning flies in the sky like a silver snake. Raindrops as big as beans form streams and flow far away.
After school, we all rushed out of the classroom and ran to the playground. The rain is still pouring down, and I silently think, "Who will pick me up for such a heavy rain?" The whole playground is covered with colorful umbrellas. I searched along the gap of my umbrella, and suddenly a familiar figure came into view. It's grandpa! I hurried to grandpa. Grandpa helped me put on my raincoat with his old hands. Although I have a raincoat, grandpa still leans his umbrella as far as possible to my side. Grandpa's body was soaked in the rain, his clothes were soaked and his hair was wet. When I got home, I saw grandpa's silver hair sticking to his face and dripping down his face. He wiped it with trembling hands. My heart is sour, and grandpa is old. He loves me very much. Today, I found that grandpa's white hair is gradually increasing. Grandpa, I love you.
This matter is deeply imprinted in my mind, and grandpa's love for me will be remembered in my heart.
The autumn rain in Guangzhou falls on the concrete floor of the community, and the flowers of friendship are in full bloom. Where does Zhu Tongxi practice in Class 4 and Class 3-Love in the Rain
That day, I was walking on my way to school. Suddenly, God was angry! It began to rain cats and dogs I opened my umbrella in a hurry to avoid getting wet. However, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and dark clouds are rolling in the sky, and it is stormy. Bean-sized raindrops hit the trees and leaves fell one after another. It hit my umbrella and rang. My umbrella has been rolled into a top.
At the critical moment, I saw a "polar holy shield" not far away. When I looked intently, it turned out that Huang Yixiang was holding two umbrellas of Huang Chengcheng.
Huang Yixiang saw me, sped up and stopped an umbrella on my head. I was overjoyed and repeatedly said, "Thank you." As soon as I spoke, he looked at my umbrella and gave it to me. Without saying anything, he found a rainy place to fix it.
I stared at his flexible hands, and my heart was warm. In a short time, he fixed it, and I also woke up from the "umbrella-making world".
Jingxiang and I braved the wind and rain and finally came to the south gate. I shouted happily: "After the war!" Huang Yixiang was silent, but I saw joy in his eyes.
The rain is getting smaller and smaller. I saw the red scarf on my chest. It seems to be staring at Huang Yixiang. I glanced at the colorful flowers in front of me again. They all smiled at Huang Yixiang. Ah! Are you praising Huang Yixiang's noble virtues?
In the rain in March, it was raining in Mao Mao. Spring is a beautiful season, and the continuous drizzle moistens everything in the world. When the spring rain quietly jumped down from the soft clouds, everything had already sung the song of spring. Song of Spring is soft and sad, but it makes people feel comfortable.
The song floated into the orchard and Sister Tao heard it. She took off her snow-white cotton-padded jacket and put on a small pink coat, like a slim girl. Sister Lihua also heard it. Not wanting to fall behind, she took off her white sweater and put on a white gauze skirt, as if she were an elegant princess. "Spring is coming!" The flowers in the orchard are shouting and sucking the fresh rain, as if people who have been hungry for a long time get excited at the sight of water.
The song floated into the campus again, and the children heard it and smiled happily. Because their favorite spring is coming again. If so, how can you be unhappy? The children rushed out of the classroom unscrupulously, feeling the tenderness of the spring breeze on their cheeks and the fragrance of flowers brought by the spring rain. Spring is beautiful. I picked some flowers from the spring breeze and gave them to the children who are studying in the classroom, to the cleaners and to everyone. ...
The song then drifted into the forest, and the soft and deep song gently awakened the hibernating animals. The animals said, "Thank you for waking us up in spring. This dream is really sweet! " "Isn't it? The dream of small animals is as sweet as eating cotton candy. No, sweeter than that. Whose credit is this? You will definitely answer without hesitation: "Spring! "By the way, it's spring!
Is this all that the spring rain has brought us? No, there are many things you don't know. Spring has been silently dedicating itself, moistening our hearts like a bud in its own unique way, with summer, autumn and winter, always, always silently. ...
Everyone says that April is the most beautiful day in the world. However, when I woke up in the morning, I found that the clouds were getting lower and lower, and finally it began to rain. My mother asked me to clean the yard for fear that the drain in the yard would be blocked by leaves and the like.
When I went to the utility room in the yard to get a broom and open the door of the hut, I found Huang Jingjing's big eyes staring at me from the tool cabinet. My heart is pounding with fear. Unconsciously, a ball of plush thread jumped out of the window.
Wow.-What kind of monster is it?
I chased out and saw a big cat squatting on the wall looking at me.
Take a closer look-that big cat has yellow and white fur, Garfield-like posture and Elvis Presley temperament. Really domineering!
Huh? Why is there a big cat in my house? Where did it come from? Is it from a neighbor? I ran into the room at once and told my parents about the great discovery. It seems that they don't mind this "outsider".
In the following days, we will quietly observe this big cat. It can come in and out of our house freely, just like coming in and out of our own house.
All living things in the world long for beauty and freedom. Maybe it likes our small yard that smells all year round!
The story of Preface to the Lanting Pavilion 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. ...
Today is a sunny day, but in a blink of an eye, Wuyun doll came to the Baiyun sisters and hid with Grandpa Sun.
The familiar bell of Rinrin rings in my ear. I am in the fourth grade, and I hear this bell almost every year. Sometimes students like it best, and sometimes they hate it most. With the gentle voice of the Chinese teacher, the students were dismissed. My deskmate has put the book in the bag, waiting for the teacher to give the order. I slowly packed my schoolbag and saw a series of shadows flash by quickly. Suddenly, I found it was raining cats and dogs outside, which seemed to remind me of one thing. I quickly rummaged through my schoolbag, but I was so stupid that I left my umbrella at home. what can I do? My heart crawls around like an ant. As an old saying goes, it is fifteen buckets to draw water-seven up and eight down.
Watching the students leave one by one, I seem to be out of my mind, and I didn't hear Xiaoyao calling me. When I came to my senses, I found her standing next to me with an umbrella. Xiaoyao saw me coming to my senses and said softly, Ting Bao, are you all right? Why don't you go home? Your mother must be very anxious. I was silent for a long time before I said a few words. I forgot to bring my umbrella. Then, I can feel that my face must be as red as a fiery red cloud, alas! What a pity! Xiaoyao smiled and said: Nothing! I wish I could help you go home. Anyway, our home is very close. Let's go! Hearing this in my heart, I can't say the taste. There is a puzzling current in my heart that stays in my eyes. My eyes are hot and tears are rolling! We went home talking and laughing.
The next morning, I came to school with my schoolbag on my back. I was ready to thank Xiaoyao as soon as I entered the class, only to find that she didn't come to school. Later, I asked her family. It turned out that she was caught in the rain and caught a cold for me.
Xiaoyao! I think you are my best friend!