Composition of the fourth unit of Chinese language in the second volume of fifth grade

Whenever it rains, I will think of my dear grandfather and the thing that touched me the most.

That day was Friday. I don’t know who provoked God. The sky outside the window suddenly darkened and it began to drizzle. But who would have expected that as soon as school ended at noon, the drizzle gradually turned into a downpour, and my mood became much darker like the sky. what to do? what to do? I didn’t bring an umbrella and didn’t tell my family to pick me up. Looking at the sky, the rain will not stop for a while. My parents were still working, my grandparents were in poor health, and I didn’t have any money. I felt really bad.

I was really envious as I watched my classmates walk out of school one by one. At this moment, a kind and kind voice came to my ears, "Jiang Meng!" I turned around and looked, "Grandpa!" I shouted excitedly, and I saw grandpa riding a bicycle and wearing a black raincoat. But this little raincoat couldn't stop the strings of raindrops at all. I covered my head with my schoolbag and ran towards Grandpa. Grandpa quickly opened the umbrella and handed it to me. I found that the seat was wrapped in a plastic bag by my grandfather. He said he was afraid that the seat would get wet on the road. I was very moved. "Sit up quickly!" Grandpa said. "No, I have an umbrella anyway. I can go back by myself. Please don't take me to ride a bicycle. The road is very slippery." Grandpa is already old. It may be dangerous to ride a bicycle by himself, let alone the rain. I rode. Grandpa hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's okay. I don't worry about you going back on a rainy day. Let's go quickly. It will rain even more in a while!" I had no choice but to agree.

Grandpa was very careful with every step he took. The wind got stronger and stronger, and my umbrella was blown over several times. Grandpa simply took my umbrella away and put his raincoat on me. on the body. Big raindrops hit grandpa on his body and face. I insisted on returning the raincoat to grandpa, but I failed.

When we finally got home, Grandpa’s whole body was covered with water. Grandma quickly brought me a towel and asked me what was going on. Grandpa quickly interrupted and said, “It’s okay. The umbrella broke on the road. I gave her my raincoat. So I’m going to take a shower when I get wet.” As soon as grandpa turned around and entered the bathroom, tears burst out of my eyes.

This incident is something I will never forget, and it also made me know how much my grandpa loves me and how much I love my grandpa. I am proud to have such a grandpa, proud!