In learning, work and even life, many people have written essays, right, essay is a speech activity, with a high degree of synthesis and creativity. Writing an essay is clueless? The following is my compilation of 9 essays in the rain in the fourth grade, just for reference, I hope it can help you.
Fourth grade in the rain essay Part 1A chance encounter in the rain
Saturday morning, I went to eat breakfast by the food market.
Walking on the way to the food market, the sky suddenly overcast, and a gale, in the blink of an eye, the rain came down, I did not bring an umbrella, what to do? I had to fly to a snack bar to avoid the rain, by the way, called a bowl of noodles. I ate the noodles while waiting for the rain to finish. However, after I finished the noodles, the rain continued and did not stop.
I decided to go home in the rain, and when I got halfway there, the rain got heavier and heavier, and it could be called a downpour, and there was lightning and thunder, so I wasn't afraid of people. I had to run under the eaves of a store to get out of the rain. I had just stood on my feet when I heard the loud cry of a little child, and a grandmother came over and said gently to the little boy, "Little friend, what are you crying for?" I took a closer look at the little boy, about five or six years old, looking like a tiger, the little boy said: "I do not know where my mother went?" Granny said, "Little boy Ke, don't panic, grandma to help you find your mom." The little boy stopped crying, meekly snuggled in the body of the grandmother.
I scrutinized the old man, more than sixty years old, kind eyebrows, forehead hanging a few strands of white hair. The grandmother asked the little boy: "Do you know **** mom's phone number?" The boy said, "Yes." The little boy reported a string of phone numbers, the grandmother took out her cell phone and called the little boy's mother, not long after, a young woman came in a hurry, the young woman picked up her little baby, excitedly said to the grandmother, "Thank you, thank you, I am dying of anxiety, fortunately met you this kind grandmother!"
The old grandmother said, "Thank you for what, I have also been a mother, in the future, no matter where you go, you have to look after the child."
To this day, that strange grandmother remains in my heart in.
Fourth grade rain essay Part 2Touched, is one of the world's necessary methods of emotion flow. Here, I would like to state to you a true story that happened between a little girl and her mom, a story that happened in the rain.
That day, we had just finished the exam, the sound of rain stimulated my nerves. "What can I do? Mom went out and I didn't bring an umbrella, am I going to get wet?" I looked at the rain outside the window, I can not help but look at the gray sky. At this time, the school bell also came to join in the fun, not too fast and not too slow rang. I slowly straightened my bag and walked down the stairs with heavy steps.
At the school entrance, I actually saw the familiar and petite figure. So, I called out loudly: "Mom, mom ......" I flew over and quickly jumped into her arms, which were warm embrace - with no end of warm embrace. Mom carried me to the car. I obediently got into the car, like a chattering bird chatting with my mom, the scene is not to mention how cozy!
Suddenly, a phone call broke the cozy scene. "
Suddenly, a phone call broke the cozy scene. Where did you sneak off to during working hours?" A man on the other end of the phone asked rudely. "Isn't it raining, I'm picking up my daughter and coming home, I'll come to work later." Mom said respectfully. "Hurry up, don't dawdle!" The man hung up the phone mercilessly. I was puzzled and was about to ask my mom what was going on when she seemed to have read my mind. She kindly said to me, "Ying Ying, mom is working hard now to lay the foundation for you to go to college in the future, it doesn't matter if you suffer or get tired. You have to study hard, and when you grow up, I will be able to enjoy my happiness!" I was touched, tears fell down.
Mom, you know how much I want to say to you: "Thank you, when I was a child you loved me the most, you and I *** with the long eleven spring, summer, autumn and winter, which has bitter and sweet. You can rest assured that I will repay you well when I grow up!"
Fourth grade rain essay Part 3"Shasha lie, shasha shasha ......" Ah, it's raining! I ran outside with excitement to have a close embrace with the long-awaited rain.
This is the rain I have been looking forward to for a long time, it is the gentle rain, the rain of good news, the rain of joy.
The moment I run into the rain, I feel instantly uplifted. You see, that flashes with tiny points of light fine rain, silk visible, the wind blew, as if hanging down the silk curtain, caged seven-color dream. The clear, slightly fragrant scent hits you. When you reach out to meet it, you will feel the palms of your hands cool, itchy, giving people a kind of no enjoyment. It is mesmerizing.
"Good rain knows the time of year, when spring is happening, with the wind into the night, moist and silent." It is not exactly written in praise of the "rain"? I have always been reluctant to take an umbrella, wearing a raincoat, willing to bathe in the rain, have some fun. Walking in the immaculate air, cool and refreshing; rain holding people's interest to go, attracting people to meditate; reverie.
But rain is not always gentle and kind. "It can also be crazy and tyrannical. Gradually I think of the plants in the rain. When a rainstorm comes, people hide in their houses because it is terrible. But it is because the rainstorm is terrible that those little trees and grasses become strong. Only by facing it and going forward can they take root and grow. Only then can grow into a big tree, all because it is not afraid of the storm.
The sun shines on my face after the rain, and in this rain, I not only appreciate the soft beauty of the rain, but also learned to be strong and courageous like the little tree.
Fourth Grade Rain Essay Part 4A sultry summer afternoon, the sun was driven away by vicious clouds, the weather became cooler, and the wind, rain, thunder and lightning were ready to start playing!
The wind came, darting in from far away. It flew through the woods, and the branches of the trees sang and danced along, sometimes sadly, sometimes excitedly; it flew through the fields, and the rice paddies looked eastward in unison, as if they were watching a grand performance. At this time, the God of Thunder is also powerful, that "rumbling" the sound of thunder like a tsunami, trembling the earth, trembling people's hearts. Lightning is also not willing to show weakness, it takes the sky as a piece of curtain as its painting paper, wantonly in the above show its posture. And so the concert began. "Hoo---hoo---" The low voice of the wind seemed like a melancholy baritone, and amidst the clouds, with its slightly with a magnetic sound that reached everyone's ears in a deep voice. And the thunder is like a drummer, from time to time, pounding on people's nerves, playing an unknown rhapsody.
Gradually, gradually, the rain subsided, it stopped, and the wind fell. The golden sun brought out the seven-colored rainbow girl, and everything on the ground was refreshed after this concert baptism, and went to meet the new course of life.
Fourth grade rain essay Part 5Rustle, rustle, who is singing? Oh, it was the shy little raindrops, Jingjing listened to the gentle singing of the little raindrops into a sweet dream ......
In the dream Jingjing saw herself into a big forest and turned into a lovely little elf. Every tree in the forest is placed around a beautiful little gift box, Jingjing every open a gift box will have a surprise, Jingjing happy dance!
Crystalline raindrops rolled down on the leaf surface, like pearls as bright, like gems like flash, Jingjing with the spider spit out of the silk strung into a beautiful necklace, worn around the neck; pieces of petals floated down on the ground into a soft and fragrant flower carpet; there are frogs beat the drums, birds chirping, as if in the accompanying dance for the Jingjing; hiding in the trees of the squirrels also seem to be intoxicated, as the big fluffy tail dance with a wag! The little squirrel hiding in the tree also seems to be intoxicated, big fluffy tail wagging and dancing. The forest is full of the flavor of happiness!
Fine rain showered the berries with watery light, light red and deep red, as if the sweet and sour flavor will soon pop out of the fruit, the hedgehog tied a full body transported back home.
Little drops of rain fell, fell on the ground into small mushrooms ......
Fourth grade rain essay Part 6"Rumble" a deafening, enough to shock the sky and the earth after the explosion, the sky pattering down
I looked out through the glass window and saw a surprisingly quiet neighborhood. The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was able to see it. There are tall birch trees, apricot trees, peach trees and so on ...... beside the pathway I seem to see young leaves growing on the branches of the trees, and the birds are singing happily! Magnolias, peach trees, spring flowers, apricot blossoms ...... seem to be like a beautiful woman who is going to get married, shyly unfolding her soft, beautiful petals in the rain. The most beautiful is the peach blossom. Looking at the beautiful posture of the peach blossom in the rain, I can't help but think of the Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu's line "Peach blossom a cluster of open no master, lovely deep red love light red." Hearing is believing, seeing is believing. Now I can see the real beauty of the peach blossom. Her graceful background and elegant posture are all mesmerizing. It is really "March peach blossom even ten miles" ah!
The most fascinating thing to me is the artificial brook and willow tree next to the garden! The water in the creek is so clear! Clear enough to see the colorful stones. The rain fell on the surface of the water, splashing millions of crystal clear, such as white lotus-like water. The willow tree near the stream has a long braid, as if a fairy is quietly combing the hair to the stream! Willow branches have already grown green shoots. A breeze, willow branches dancing with the wind, and as a dancing butterfly, fluttering freely in the air. In the distance, the huts are hidden in the mist and drizzle, and in a short while, they are gently covered by the rain curtain. Only the rising wisps of cooking smoke are drifting into the sky.
Spring rain is still raining, it wakes up the little animals, but also irrigate everything. Spring bamboo shoots from the ground out of the head, playful smile, breathe the fresh air, slowly grow up. The little snail also climbed up the wall step by step. I can't help but smile when I look at these cute little elves.
The rain stopped and the sky cleared. The boundless blue sky hung a beautiful rainbow, the color is light, seems to be just in front of the moment across the sky. For everything, it was a spring rain that proved a fresh start. For me, this is a beautiful, mesmerizing spring rain that I have been looking forward to for a long time.
Fourth Grade Rain Essay Part 7Dear Humans:
Are you still doing well? In this storm I want to say some psychological words to you, I am a small green, I do not have the red so eye-catching, no black and white so cold, no purple so melancholy, I am just that a touch of inconspicuous on behalf of the health, vitality and vigor of the green.
In 2008, we walked through the black earthquake brought the "year of gloom"
In 2009, we walked through the white snowstorm brought the "year of purity"
In 10 years, we walked through the orange flood brought the "year of sunshine". I came to the bustling city, I saw so many brothers and sisters, they listen to that fashionable music every day, watching the dynamic dance, how happy! I also want to live this lively life, want to add a green to the city. But a touch of green on the treetops whispered to me: "Don't come quickly leave! What we hear is noise, what we inhale is dust, do you see me still green?"
Turning to look at my companion's reluctant departure, I began a long search to find a place where I could turn into a green. In an instant, I saw a lake, that lake as an emerald, I was as if I saw the hope, can not help but be excited, I was just ready to take root here, that the lake jumped in the ` ripples but then told me: "Do not come, we are contaminated by that chemical water, we have long been poisoned, ah, we look beautiful, but this kind of beauty we would rather not! " I can't bear to listen to tears, how dare I still rooted in this it!
Disappointment began to surge in the heart, in the end, where is my home? I've been looking for a way to find my way back to the world, and I've been looking for a way to find my way back to the world. When an endless grassland into the eyes, I smiled, told myself that this should be the place to take root, suddenly a wind blew over the grass brought me the heart of the message: "Quickly go, here because of overgrazing, the grassland has begun to turn into a desert, we are these green will soon turn yellow." I looked into the distance, where the sky meets the grassland, and I saw that it was yellow 、、、、、
Tears, along the face of the slow trickle down, I began to fear, began to be afraid.
Just then I heard the countless animals that are dying in the world cry out: we want green! The hole in the ozone layer was crying out: we want green! Tropical subtropical jungles are crying out; we want green! The desert is also crying out: we want green!
I am just a touch of green, I am inconspicuous. But I dream of seeing a beautiful forest with large groups of wildlife, birds, and a quiet world where children and grandchildren can still be full of green.
Human beings, if you do not have the means to make up for our green, please do not destroy us.
Humans, you say you love green, to protect the environment, to civilized life, let the world become a green world. I implore you, practice what you preach, okay?
Fourth grade rain essay Part 8The five-star red flag is the symbol of the Chinese nation. It brings people not only glory, but also more patriotic feelings. Every time I watch the five-star red flag rising at the Monday flag-raising ceremony at school, I am very proud and excited. Today I finally came to Tiananmen Square in Beijing in honor of my name, to see the long-awaited sacred flag-raising ceremony.
The alarm clock went off at 2:00 a.m., and the usual abhorrent ringing of the bell sounded so uplifting today. My mom and I jumped out of bed, our eyes still closed, but it didn't stop me from dressing and packing quickly. Half an hour later we arrived at the Tiananmen Square queue, full of energy. I didn't realize how long the queue was already this early in the morning, but it seemed that people were looking forward to that exciting moment. We ate some bread and started to wait patiently.
Suddenly the sky lightning and thunder instantly downpour, fortunately well-prepared to carry a raincoat, hand in hand on the raincoat a few people and put together an umbrella. Although there is a double layer of protection, but the rain still kept washing in the face, eyes are already blurred very difficult. In spite of this, we still insisted on the original place and refused to leave. The more it rained, slowly some tourists gave up waiting to leave, stayed in the face of the people also showed a look of anxiety, the crowd began to stir uneasily. Mom asked us to leave the rain is too big, I and Zhang Han because the heart has the belief that can still talk and laugh freely, always refused to give up.
The time passed in a little bit of the line gradually shrinking, but we are grateful because of the rain in order to line up to the front of the line. After about two hours, the iron fence slowly opened, the crowd swarmed out and rushed into the square to seize the favorable position. I also threw open my legs for a 100-meter sprint, rain and sweat mixed in the face has not cared to wipe a wipe, my mother was left behind me, I thought if the sports 50-meter test can be so desperate will certainly be able to get a good test. I finally panted and stood in the first row of the position of the flagpole, very proud to meet the arrival of mom.
At five eleven, the flag-raising ceremony officially began, the large square suddenly quiet. Officers and soldiers of the National Flag Guard majestically walked out of Tiananmen Square, with a crisp command, three soldiers carrying the bright five-star red flag on the flag-raising platform, skillfully hung the red flag on the flagpole, accompanied by a strong national anthem, the five-star red flag rose in front of me, my heart is full of pride and pride, I couldn't help but follow the singing of the national anthem. My mom told me that the flag-raising time strictly adheres to a principle, that is, the five-star red flag must be raised every day and the sun in the east at the same time.
The soldiers of the guard set the time of the flag-raising every day according to the daily schedule of the rising sun in Beijing. So, in a year, whether it is spring, summer, fall, winter, change of seasons or rain, rain or snow weather changes, the five-star red flag can be with the sun in the east jumped out of the horizon. It turns out that a little flag-raising time contains a lot of knowledge! It seems to be worthwhile to insist in the rainstorm, but also let me understand that as long as you insist on doing anything will be rewarded, whether it is learning or life!
Fourth grade rain essay Part 9Rain, not big, dripping down, from last night to the morning, the raindrops to wash this morning, the grass is greener, the flowers more delicate, the rain hit the small pool ding dong, the surface of the pool scattered ripples. The ripples ripple out in a circle, like a race, you push me, I squeeze you, do not give way to each other.
In the campus of the raindrops, everything outdoors is hung with rain drops, wet, this is the unique scenery of the rainy season in Jiangnan.
Gently into a path, look up, the wall is covered with creepers. Creeper that bare stems also grow buds, look closer, just out of the tip of the wine-red, slowly down the two sides of the leaves slowly become tender green outward opening, young leaves arranged in a dense small water droplets, like a crystal ball wrapped in green crystals, to become a corner of the inconspicuous but bright a small scenery.
Along the path continue to walk forward, surrounded by surprisingly quiet, my footsteps on the ground issued a crisp and loud "snap, snap" sound.
Look! A snail crawling leisurely on the clover, watermelon worms in groups to feed outside the hole. The grass is dotted with raindrops, like stars blinking in the sky.
After the playground, around the stairs, to the school's famous fruit garden.
Just stepped into the hundred fruit garden, there is a piece of slightly fragrant objects drifting down to the top of my head, I looked up to look, full of pear blossoms in the breeze dance. Look, the petals in the air jumped up a round dance, turn and turn, gently floating down on the ground, gradually, scattered petals into a white carpet, with a faint fragrance of flowers. Pear in the rain like a small umbrella open, the stamen is pink, looks so fresh and elegant, her buds such as the size of a grain of rice, tightly wrapped into a ball, white petals under the "reach" out of the two tender new leaves, as if waving greetings in the breeze: "Good morning! Good morning!"
I gently smelled the young leaves of the pear tree, well, a little long tea flavor, a little cool mint flavor, but also a little bit of the unpleasant smell of traditional Chinese medicine, touch also a little "sticky", which will never be plastic, because he has the same spring as the angry life.
In the afternoon, the hundred fruit garden is still a foggy, far away from the sound of one or two crisp bird calls, before the eyes of the hazy as if into a mysterious fairyland, people body and spirit yearning.
Rain, has not stopped.
The rain, still dripping ......