Continue to write four hundred words of the fourth grade composition under the drizzle.

it's drizzling. After school, the students left the campus one after another. Zhang Chun, a student in Class 4 (1), was short and slippery. Just after he got on his bike, he even fell on the road with his car ...

Rain suddenly hit Zhang Chun's raincoat, making a splash. He just recovered from the pain and saw a wound on his leg. Bright red blood and rain flowed down his leg, and the rain fell on the wound, which hurt a little, and the bicycle fell to the side. Passers-by walked away as if they didn't see Zhang Chun.

Suddenly, a red umbrella stopped the rain falling on Zhang Chun. He looked up and it turned out to be his deskmate-Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang quickly lifted Zhang Chun's bike and said with concern, "Your leg is hurt. Let me take you home by bike!" Zhang Chun said gratefully, "Thank you so much!"

While riding a bicycle, Wang Qiang talked with Zhang Chun about what he learned at school today, and walked home laughing.

In a blink of an eye, Zhang Chun's home arrived. When Zhang Chun thanked Wang Qiang again, Wang Qiang said shyly, "You're welcome. We are classmates. It's right to help each other."

Wang Qiang has left, but what he said has been echoing in Zhang Chun's ears. In the distance, the flaming umbrella jumped happily in the gray rain, just like a flame warming Zhang Chun's heart. Rain

Rain is weak, the lightest thing in the world, and it can't knock the heavy reinforced concrete building. However, the earthen house is different. The raindrops are tinkling on it and immediately make a pleasant sound. People in the hut are blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When it rains suddenly, the sound is generous and violent, such as hundreds of horses singing together, such as Ma Benteng. The rain slows down. Like the breeze in warm spring, tiles seem to be specially set for rain. They play dutifully, and people who listen to the rain will be filled with endless affection. People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret. The elderly people have the ambition of "lying in the night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier dreams". The dying beauty has the bitterness of "and as raindrops brighten yellow leaves, the lamp illumines my white head"; Acacia lovers have the longing that "the phoenix tree is drizzling, and it will drip at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the reverie of "listening to the spring rain in a small building all night, and selling apricot flowers in a deep alley in the Ming Dynasty". Rain has become an angel for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes. In their leisure time, they have the honor to return to the place where they once listened to the rain. It coincides with the light rain that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, the sound of rain reveals a strange emotional appeal that I haven't communicated for a long time. It refuses me thousands of miles away and shows me it. However, I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. I have a carefree feeling of waking up from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after being confused. Oh, what I met in the rain was my self who had separated from time and space. It was telling me everything before. I hesitated and asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me? There is a saying: "Young people listen to the rain on the balcony, and the red candle is faint. In their prime, they listen to the rain in the boat, and the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind." Different life situations make them feel different. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the true feelings and listening to the flowing of the years. Apart from the echo of the years, it is still difficult in the past Life can continue. The rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat ... It's raining, so I put my hand out of the window and touched the heartbeat of the rain. A refreshing coolness suddenly purified all the ideas in my mind. The rain man slipped down the invisible slide in the sky and fell to the ground, splashing crystal clear water. How happy they are! I looked at all this happily, as if I had joined their team. We danced together and blossomed on the ground together. There was a faint fragrance in the distance, which made me return to my original nature and went deep into my heart, which was hard to erase. The rain suddenly stopped, and I was shocked-the rain man disappeared, the splash disappeared, the singing and laughter disappeared, and nothing disappeared. I returned to the real world. The 5-word composition describing rain in the fourth grade of primary school is urgent ~ ~ ~

rain is violent, and it always suddenly breaks the tranquility of the past; Rain is kind. When the earth is dry, it will bring coolness to the earth. Rain is gentle. Listening carefully will make you indulge in the memories of the past.

Yes, rain seems to have thoughts and feelings in my memory. If you are a person with love in your heart, I believe you must have experienced the unique charm of rain yourself.

at night, I sit at a small desk near the window and listen to the rain outside the window-it is melodious and beautiful like a spring stream and a lark singing in the branches.

listen, it seems to be laughing and crying.

In this poetic rain, it always reminds me of many memories of the past ... Whenever I come to my senses, the rain stops inadvertently, and I still can't escape the beautiful memories of my childhood and fall asleep unconsciously.

I am honored that I had such a wonderful time, and I also complain why time has changed from an innocent child to a sixth-grade student in a blink of an eye like an arrow, but even if I complain, I still feel lucky because I am a happy child in my childhood.

Rain, it was you who made me relive that unforgettable childhood, and it was you who reminded me of such ups and downs. Your unique charm is not so well-deserved, but rather a touch.

If I could go back in time, I would like to be a child forever. If life can be repeated, I would like to have so many friends; If you give me another chance, I'd like to stay with nature forever ... "Tick-tock, tick-tock.

"it started to rain outside the window.

one drop, two drops, three drops ... it's raining hard.

The crystal rain fell on the leaves, on the roof of the house, and on all the dirt in the world.

"brush, brush.

"In an instant, the leaves turned green, and the green was bright; The tile house is greener, showing an ancient charm; All the dirt in the world has been washed away by the rain.

look! People in the street hold colorful umbrellas, which spread in all directions like a "rainbow".

At this moment, I sat quietly by the window, listening to the crisp "tick-tock" sound of raindrops, and enjoying the splash of raindrops splashing on the ground.

those little splashes fell to the ground again, and it seemed as if there was a mirror on the ground, reflecting the scene of the falling autumn rain.

Look, there are many more mirrors on the street floor. The rainbow reflected in the mirror is brighter than the real rainbow in the sky.

soon, the rain cleared up.

Open the window, and everything in the world has been washed away by this autumn rain.

I quietly appreciate this fresh world, leaving my body and mind wandering in the beautiful rhyme and my limbs floating in the humid air ... The composition about spring rain in grade four is about 4 words

With the sound of spring thunder, the rain really fell. The rain hit my face, slightly cool, wet my hair and moistened my heart! Faced with the late spring rain, those who walk on the road must have the same mood as me. Although the rain is getting denser and denser, no one is eager to avoid it. It is so leisurely, in the caress of the rain, accepting the moisture of nature ... Perhaps, children who grew up in the countryside, no matter how the years pass, still can't wash away the thick earthy flavor. Every spring, they always look forward to several spring rains. Just, I don't know what it's like. How many people can understand it in this rainy day? When the rain comes, the children are as happy as the spring rain, as transparent and moist as it is. The raindrops fall lightly and reach out to pick them up, and the emotions that have been brewing for a long time in my heart are crystal clear in my palm; The rain is coming, and my green, fat, red and thin mood is also growing! Thinking that after the spring rain, the scenery of "the grass looks close but there is nothing" will spread quietly. I smiled, and the smile infiltrated by the spring rain should be very vivid. In the smile, I seemed to see the swallows flying together, who had returned to my window and were whispering about happiness in their nest last year. There are also those flowers that have been moistened by the spring rain, and they also smiled happily, telling me that the prelude of spring has been opened, and when the heart window is opened, there is a freshness of "sparse rain, light flowers" ... I like to listen to the rain by the window in my own artistic conception. The rain is outside the window, and my dream is outside the window. The rain is dripping, light or heavy, or sparse or. There are always a few vivid shadows that linger in the rain ... Occasionally, I will unfold the most beautiful scene and put myself in it. So, unconsciously, I become a poetic scene in the rain, or picturesque ... I like to sit quietly in such a rainy night, holding a book and reading sentences like "The sky is raining like crisp" or "The lilacs are empty and sad in the rain". Just under the oil-paper umbrella, I read the sadness, sadness and confusion in her eyes, and also read the clear and vague, long and short pictures drawn by the poet in words ... I don't know when the rain stopped. Only the spring water under the street lamp glowed with soft light, leaving traces of the rain. I picked up a detail and another detail, which was hidden in the text. How much tenderness ... Perhaps, at that moment, it was just my own words that moved me ... Pushing open the window, there was a wind blowing slowly. In the wind, there was a wet smell of rain and a faint fragrance of the earth ... They turned into a rhyme of "The Seal in the Rain" in this sleepless spring night, and gently circled in my ears. I was at the window, deeply drunk. A crescent moon, climbing over the treetops, laughing at my stupidity. In fact, I am not the only one who is drunk! There is also a night moistened by the spring rain! The topic is written according to your idea. The topic I plan is too abstruse. It is estimated that you can't understand the fourth-grade composition "Rain" in the fourth grade.

It was very hot in the rain this morning. Grandpa Sun seemed to get angry and burned the ground.

But just after lunch, Grandfather Sun was tired and sick. Sister Wuyun came to cover for him, but he was still humming behind the clouds, and his voice became more and more dull.

after a while, I heard the sound of "shua shua". I looked up and saw the water drops rolling down from the window pane.

With another hum from Grandfather Sun, there were no water beads on the glass, but only a rapidly falling water curtain was seen.

The rainstorm lasted for about ten minutes, and the sky seemed to take a breath. The rain gradually subsided, and I could see the raindrops clearly again. The raindrops were like a group of lovely elves, jumping desperately.

every time a raindrop falls on the ground, it will splash a beautiful little splash.

after a while, a dazzling flash of lightning flashed rapidly, followed by a loud click and a downpour.

before long, the whole community became a world of water.

It's raining harder and harder. The wind has swept up the rain on the journey, like layers of gauze floating in the air. Everything in front of me is blurred, even the solar water heater on the roof in front of my house can't be seen.

I looked downstairs again, and the rain looked very imposing. They were like clouds and rough waves.

The rain is getting smaller, and the air washed by the rain is fresher.

In the distance, the sun shines again, as if to comfort people not to be afraid.

this rain is so beautiful and scary! Before it rains, when it rains, and after it rains

This morning, I got up and looked outside, only to see dark clouds outside. From time to time, a strong wind blew lightning and thunder in the sky.

after a while, ah! It's raining, and the sky is like a huge bead curtain.

Summer rain is not as light and light as spring rain. It is so passionate and unrestrained.

it comes quickly, and of course it goes quickly.

hey! Raindrops hit the roof, playing a beautiful melody, but also splashing a beautiful spray; Hit the grass and let the grass suck the moisture of the rain; Hit the flowers and wash the dirty mud on them.

Water drops are constantly dripping on the eaves. At first, like broken beads, they slide down one by one. Later, they connect into white bands and suddenly fall down.

how changeable it is! It's raining heavily today, and water has accumulated in places with low ground at ordinary times, forming a small pool.

The rain is getting smaller and smaller, and the children are jumping freely in the puddle! Jump! What a fun time! Of course, I was no exception. My friends and I came to the pool and dialed water with each other. We were all very happy! This rain is really extreme, because it is because of this rain that we have alleviated the drought in this place, because some time ago, there was always no rain here, many plants were dying of thirst and withered, and the people were miserable.

The rain stopped, it cleared up, and a rainbow appeared in the blue sky.

The air has become fresh, and there are a few raindrops on the lotus leaf.

what a static beauty! Writing a composition about the natural landscape familiar with rain in the fourth grade

Natural landscape composition 35 words After a few days, my hometown has not changed much, but I found some natural landscapes that I can't see in the city.

In the morning, I was shaken by my father, and the faint sunshine shone directly on the bed through the window. My sweet dream was shattered and I woke up helplessly.

Being dragged to the bathroom by my father, brushing my teeth and washing my face, these routine things, I don't need to elaborate, the water drops are shining like gold on the cup, which may be the beautiful beginning of the country.

I got on the bus with my father and drove to the breakfast shop. Although the road was winding, my fear disappeared because of the fog.

At first, it was just a faint fog, and I didn't notice anything. It turned white slowly, and then I began to notice. Just turning a corner, it became a foggy ocean. The white fog danced like many catkins, and only the hills were exposed, such as an island in the sea. Like a mountain peak in a sea of clouds; Pine trees in thick snow.

milky white clouds swallowed up the mountain road like a terrible wave, and the car was submerged by milky white clouds, so it was forced to slow down as if it had entered.