Write a paragraph describing what you found in the rain

4 years old in the rain

When I was 4 years old, the rain seemed to be floating, gentle and gentle.

I remember that when it didn’t rain at that time, my mother would take the rain with me. He came to the kindergarten to pick me up with my favorite little flower umbrella. My little hand held the big hand that was still warm, and we walked home in a small way.

On the street, there were only a few people holding umbrellas. Walking. Occasionally, a few pedestrians without umbrellas walked along the eaves. The rhythmic tapping of the ground with the ticking gave people the motivation to speed up.

"Mom!" I pulled my mother's hand. The sleeve shouted, "Look how pitiful that big brother is!" I pointed at the beggar still kneeling on the street and said, "Okay, give him 5 yuan!" "No, 10 yuan, I want to let the big brother Buy an umbrella!" "Yeah, okay!"

The 4-year-old is full of innocence in the rain, no matter how big or fierce the rain is.

The 8-year-old in the rain

It’s the third grade, a turning point. The continuous exams make me breathless.

Alas, I failed the exam, and it started raining heavily again. Fortunately, I listened to my mother and brought Umbrella. But my heart is still so annoying and impatient.

"Boom!" It thundered again, and the rain as big as a bean no longer hit the small flower umbrella, but a pink umbrella. The crowd seemed very crowded.

"Little sister, please give me some money!" It was an old man begging. When I was irritated, I yelled: "No money!" After saying that, I turned around and left.< /p>

The wind is still blowing, the rain is still falling, but I am a little different...

12 years old in the rain

I am becoming more and more mature, but my soul is different. Changes...

It was another rainy day, and I was alone in the rain. As time went by, I changed my umbrella to a blue one, which seemed to show my maturity.

The wind was blowing loudly, and the potholes on the road were filled with water. Although the crowd was crowded, I was already used to it. "Boom!" There was thunder again, and this thunder reminded me of when I was 8 years old. My heart was suddenly filled with guilt for how I treated that grandfather that year...

"Little classmate, please give me some money! I haven't eaten in three days!" Well, no...no Money!" I hesitated. I had 5 yuan, but I was going to buy a laptop...

"Mom, uncle is so pitiful! He hasn't eaten in 3 days!" "Give him 5 yuan! ""No, 20 yuan! Let uncle have a good meal and buy an umbrella!" My soul was shocked. I went to a store and exchanged 5 yuan banknotes for 5 1 yuan coins. When I came to the uncle, I took out 3 yuan and handed it to him...

I stood in the rain, but I felt as comfortable as a spring breeze.

It was still raining outside the window. Sitting in front of the computer desk, I used to Memories flash through my mind over and over again like a movie. As we grow older, everyone's mind will undergo tremendous changes. In the rain at the age of 16, I am looking forward to it.