In the weekday study, work and life, everyone more or less will be exposed to the composition, right, the composition according to the genre can be divided into narrative, expository, application essay, argumentative essay. In order to make it easier and more convenient for you to write essays, the following is the 6 pieces of 5th grade essays in the rain that I have compiled for you, which are for reference only.
Rain in the fifth grade essay Part 1On the weekend, my brother and I went to the street with my grandmother to buy food. Just when we went, the sky was covered with dark clouds, as if it was warning people that it would rain soon. When we walked out of the market, we felt something cool dripping down on our heads. When I looked up, it turned out to be small raindrops. Gradually, the rain turned from a drizzle to a downpour, and with the "help" of the wind, it became more and more violent. Houses, all kinds of buildings, full of rain "masterpiece". Pedestrians on the street, some into a private car, some open the umbrella with them, and some under the eaves of the house to avoid the rain, want to wait for the rain to finish and then go home. But we didn't bring anything with us, so we had to take shelter under the eaves. Waiting for a long time, the rain is not the slightest bit tired look, "pop" down more fierce. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money.
Grandma opened the umbrella, my brother and I rushed into the umbrella, so as not to be subjected to the rain mercilessly beat, but I found the umbrella is too small, can not accommodate three people, they will be squeezed in the middle of the younger brother, to protect him, Grandma is trying to my brother and I under the umbrella. After walking for a while, I quietly asked grandma, "Grandma are you under the umbrella too?" On the other side of the umbrella, came a firm voice: "Yes." I then walked with confidence. After a while, I said to grandma again, "Grandma you must be tired after holding it up for so long, it's better for me to hold it up for a while." "No, I'm not tired, just take care of your brother." At the end of the umbrella, a gentle voice came over, and I hugged my brother tighter and tighter, not letting him get half a drop from the rain.
"Snap ......" outside the umbrella, the rain is still pattering down.
For the first time, I felt that the road to home was so long, the oncoming father brought us an umbrella, I took the umbrella, let grandma and my brother to jointly support a hand, walking in front. As a result, I saw that the left half of my grandmother's body had been completely wet with rainwater. Wet clothes stick to the body, cold rain beat on the grandmother, more drops into my heart.
Thinking of my own in order not to get wet and enjoy an umbrella alone, the younger brother dumped on the grandmother, and the grandmother did not blame me at all look, but also from time to time to remind me to be careful of puddles under the feet, all the shame is a scene in front of me: often for some small things in a fit of temper, in order to their own unhappiness to find the grandmother to take the blame .... ..., thinking of this I can no longer hold back: "Grandma let my brother and I together with the umbrella, we two smaller, you alone to support an umbrella it!" Grandma still said gently: "No need, I don't worry about the two of you together, just mind your own business and don't get wet." A stream of warmth welled up in my heart, and tears kept swirling in my eyes. I don't know when, two lines of hot tears came out of the socket, as if even the rain understood my little heart, beat more unrestrained.
All the way down, we finally returned home. I rushed to make a cup of hot tea for my grandmother, her eyes were full of emotion, smiling at me ...... But I thought, this insignificant tea, where is it compared to grandma for us to pay these love!
rain fifth grade essay Part 2Sunday morning, we are happy to learn the composition of the students in the class of excellence lined up neatly, to go to the Longquan Park to enjoy the chrysanthemum. God does not know what happened, sad tears rain, but did not affect our good mood.
We walked on the street with various kinds of umbrellas, and on the way, we talked and laughed. The pedestrians on the side of the road to us to throw a surprised look, seems to say: this group of children, rainy day running to the street for what? We are more complacent, stepping on the puddles underfoot, listening to the umbrella surface snapping rain forward.
Came to the entrance of Longquan Park, because the rain is too big, we rested at the door for a long time, and did not see the rain become smaller, so we braved the rain to go in. Just see the colorful chrysanthemums neatly arranged, the middle of the three yurts made of bamboo gabions decorated with small yellow chrysanthemums, some of the flowers are still just buds, some only half open. The outside of the flower bed is made of purple and white chrysanthemums, the edge of the petals is white, gradually turning purple towards the center. Some of these flowers are the size of the palm of your hand in full bloom, while others are as small as a button and can be described as oddly shaped. Petals like a hook, I reached out and gently touched, in the rain, the chrysanthemum petals and tender and moist and soft, very comfortable.
We walked forward and saw a bronze statue, which turned out to be Lu Jiuyuan, the old master holding a volume of scripture in the lecture. There is a small pool in front of the bronze statue, the goldfish in the water sometimes swimming sometimes still, as if listening to the old man lecture.
Yikes! There are two green dragons in front, take a closer look, the original is the gardening workers designed the shape of the two dragons playing with pearls, they have a not yet open buds, next to stand like a big cake like a pagoda. Pagoda on the chrysanthemums, a cluster, stars, lively. Yu Yikang*** and I use an umbrella, stepping on the wet green stone road underfoot, I feel as if I am a great poet.
To go, look back and take a look at this rain in the flower fairies, I think of the gardening workers, it is their great skill and careful arrangement, pruning, we can appreciate this beautiful and stunning visual feast.
Rain in the fifth grade essay Part 3Almost after school, the sky suddenly darkened, followed by a few raindrops floating down from the sky ......
Thinking about just now is still clear skies, in a moment, actually started to rain, it is really inexplicable. "Alas! I should have known that I would have listened to my mom and brought an umbrella. "I sighed helplessly. Today my mom has to work overtime, and I am having a fight with her in the morning, she definitely can't send me an umbrella, I should have known not to fight with my mom, but there is no medicine for regret in the world. It seems that I am destined to be drenched in rain today, and I will be a "soup chicken" by the time I get home.
I thought about it and was about to cry. Just when I was in despair, a familiar figure ran toward me! It's mom! I couldn't help but scream out and quickly called out for my mom.
Mom ran to the school hall, then hurriedly said: "Qiqi, come here, do not get wet!" Said, then embraced me rushed out of the school door. In the heat of the moment, I asked my mom, "Mom you don't have to work overtime?" Mom gasped while answering, "No, today I took a vacation from my boss, but I have to make up for it tomorrow, although it's tiring, but I can't let you get wet."
When I got home, I looked up at my mom and realized that her hair was covered in water, and underneath the fuzzy rainwater was her wrinkled face. Thinking of the morning and mom fight, the heart is very remorseful, at this moment, how much I want to say to my mother: "Mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't disobey you, if you bring an umbrella, you don't have to rush to pick me up ......"
That heavy rain
In the rain, fifth grade essay Part 4
Everyone will have someone to admire in their heart, and I also have someone to admire, he is the traffic police uncle.
I remember the year before last, I went back home, a large family living in a bus, gleefully singing the joy of going home, to somehow, the bus suddenly came to a sharp braking, hit me on the head out of a small packet, causing me a bellyful of grievances. I look through the window, look out the window scenery, but that storm, only one figure, that is, the traffic police uncle.
The rainstorm has been falling for more than four hours, the car has been stopped for more than an hour, boredom and took a look at the scenery outside the window, this time, I was stunned, or the traffic police uncle, he was wearing only a waterproof undershirt and a thin shirt, soaking wet, the police cap is loaded with too much water, as if it is about to fall off, the sweat and rain tame his hair to serve the obedience of the rules and regulations of the ambush! On his face, the deep black pants as if crying out the rain, his eyes have been hit by the rain can not open ...... Even so, he still stood on a rocking stone, hands kept dancing, but also desperately shouted something: "In front of ... . stop, stop, stop, don't go!" "Don't move, don't move!" "Careful, careful! Slow down oh!" My eyes were already moist.
In contrast, we are how happy ah, can be in this warm ` carriage to watch TV, play the phone, but the traffic police uncle, but in that storm, in order to protect our safety and work, and one stop is more than four hours ...... Thinking of this, I blame myself, you are how ignorant ah, you that this traffic police uncle, in order to protect our safety and work, and one stop is more than four hours.
The traffic police uncle, I admire you very much, admire your quality of sticking to your post!
The rain in the fifth grade essay Part 5
Dreary days, the rain with a white coat in the black curtain in a lonely dance, the wind roared to me, want to tear me apart, swallowed.
I shrank under the eaves of the bookstore, looking out in horror at the cold sky and earth, softly sobbing. Suddenly looked at a light and agile figure walking towards the bookstore. It was Li! I waved to her, and she looked at me with a smile as she accelerated her light steps. I busily swooped over and borrowed an umbrella from her, she frowned her pretty eyebrows, "How about this, I'm going to pick up my brother and I'll be back in a little while, you'll come home with me." I nodded happily and she smiled as she left with her umbrella.
I wouldn't have thought it would be endless waiting. Ten minutes, half an hour, fifty minutes ...... the little flame of joy in my heart was doused little by little by the raindrops, and I only felt that I was drowned in despair, without a ray of light. The wind's open laughter also seems to be mocking, the lightning's cold gaze scares me, and the sparrow's shrill cry is like a sultry woman sobbing. The rain in the sky seemed like it would never stop, and there was only resentment and indignation in my heart. I should have thought, how could she be so kind to help me! Tears came out of her eyes and fell with the raindrops.
At that moment, a beam of light tore through all the darkness, and the figure in the light rushed towards me at breakneck speed, "Li?!" I shrieked out. She quickly took her place under the eaves and coughed violently a few times. I saw her long hair, which was always very delicately combed on weekdays, was scattered over her shoulders from running. While gasping for breath, she handed me the umbrella, her eyes with a surfeit of apologies, "Hold ...... sorry, my younger brother, they ...... got out of school late ...... late. " I was stupid in place, surprised to look at the rain in front of the person child, hugged her, she froze, then smiled and hugged me back.
The rain is still dancing her feathered clothes, as if with a smile gently fall to the earth. This scene, is the beauty of the painting, is the peach blossom bloom not Yan's face! Your kind eyes clear the sky and the earth.
In the rain fifth grade essay Part 6"He said the storm, this pain is nothing, dry your tears, do not ask, why?" In the rain and wind, my performance, I make the decision.
In the storm, I am weak. In the face of setbacks in life, that inexhaustible bumps, that endless pain. I will squat down, let the wind and rain thoroughly wet, wind and rain tears across the face, mercilessly dripping, splashing that countless splashes. As if accusing me of failure. As if cautioning me not to make this mistake. I got it, got it. I remained crouched on the ground, calming myself down, or rather I was trying to find a stopover, trying to find a way to escape. I didn't want to face the pouring rain.
In the storm, I am sometimes strong. In my student, the wind and rain, the so-called wind and rain, even if what the exam failed ah, scolded by the teacher, too much homework. No matter "hair flinging, stride away." I will press it in the deepest part of my heart. Because there are some things, you can not tell others, no one can not, can only be a person secretly hidden in the heart, and occasionally take out the sadness, memories of the past. Gently wipe away the corner of the eye quietly slipping tears, in quietly put back. Looking at the future with a smile, I know that life can never always be a straight line, in the occasional a few places to add a wave pattern or a curved zigzag is also a kind of beauty.
In the rain and wind, I will embrace the sun, when the clouds and rain cover down, the rain is like a broken glass ball hit the ground. But I understand, very clearly understand, after the clouds is the sun, I will smile, through the clouds to the sun smile, let buried in the heart of the ice thorns, quietly melt, in the storm, we always learn to have reservations to pay, learn to be independent and strong. Those stuck in the heart of the thorn, those hidden in the heart of the darkness, always in the pursuit of light in the stupid. Courageously pull out that inner thorn, let their own truth and aggression exposure in the sun. Let the seeds of darkness never have a chance to germinate.
We have a dream we should pursue, we are just angels with broken wings, but we have to fly hard.