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Primary school students' writing in the rain

Love in the rain

The school bell rang and the students went home one by one.

All of a sudden, the rain was pouring down. We all ran to the snack bar to take shelter from the rain.

The rain is really heavy, the whole world is a vast expanse of white. Soybean big raindrops hit the road, splashing one after another. Suddenly, in the vast rain and fog, there is an old man, the road is very slippery, the old man accidentally fell down, the crutch in his hand was thrown out a long way. At this time, a primary school student ran out of the snack shop. He quickly ran to the old man, picked up the old man and put his umbrella on his head. Another pupil ran out and put his umbrella on three people. They disappeared in the rain and fog.

We should learn their spirit and be a little Leifeng!

Love in the rain

School is about to end, but the day overcast down, began to rain cats and dogs, big raindrops beat the ground, issued a "Dong Dong" sound.

Xiao Hong stands at the door of the classroom with her schoolbag on her back, watching other students being picked up by her parents one after another. She is as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

At this time, Miss Zhu came with an umbrella and said, "I don't think the rain can stop for a while. Let me take you home." With that, he handed the umbrella to Xiao Hong, picked her up and walked out of the school.

Along the way, wind and rain, sweat mixed with rain soaked her hair, red side of the umbrella to the teacher there moved, while saying: "teacher, let me down, I go!" The teacher said with a smile, "no, be careful not to get caught in the rain yourself."

The rain is still falling, the teacher wiped sweat, carrying Xiaohong to continue to move forward

Love in the rain

There was a spring rain today.

Spring rain inadvertently fall, patter, transparent drizzle drop by drop to fall, as if by who command. The light rain drops and makes a sound of "Hua Hua" and "Hua Hua", like playing a hymn of spring.

School, I walk on the way home, suddenly saw a dog, snow-white fur, long tail, it is there motionless "bark" to call. I looked around, but I didn't see its owner. I went to the dog and saw that its snow-white fur had been wet by rain, and its hind legs were bleeding. It looked at me with praying eyes. I saw that it was very pitiful. I picked it up, ran home quickly, took out bandages, bandaged it, and used a hair dryer to blow warm air for it. After a while, its hair was dry.

The dog wagged its tail and barked at me as if to say "thank you!"

Love in the rain

Is rain sweet? Is rain sour? Is the rain bitter? Is the rain spicy? What's the taste of rain? Today I think the rain should be sour.

This morning, wake up by the rain, open the curtain, see the rain outside, my heart a acid: today's composition class! Walking on the road, passing by the golden triangle, the golden triangle has a lot of water, one puddle after another, about six or seven centimeters high. Suddenly, a middle-aged woman led a six-year-old boy to the opposite side of the puddle. She had to cross the puddle. The little boy could have gone by himself, but his mother carried him. In the past, I saw that the middle-aged women's shoes and trousers were wet, and the mother still pushed the umbrella to the child. I can't help but have a sour nose, "patter - patter -" the rain seems to be saying: "mother is so great! We have to repay our mother! "

The rain continued to fall, sour, there is an indescribable taste. This time, tasting my mother in the rain reminds me that wherever my mother is, no matter where she is, all mothers will keep their usual care, love and help for their children

5. Love in the rain

It's cloudy this afternoon. The students in the classroom expected that it would rain as soon as they finished school.

Really let them guess right, a school really began to rain cats and dogs. At that time, I was sheltering from the rain under a house. Suddenly, a shadow appeared beside me. I looked up, ah! It's my mother. She was holding an umbrella. Countless drops of rain the size of pearls hit the umbrella, and it was almost unable to support. At that time, without saying a word, my mother picked me up and started to run home.

It's hard to walk in the rain, not to mention the dirt road. The dirt road is uneven. When it rains, the dirt road will become soft. There will be many dirty puddles in the middle of the road, so people on this road must walk on both sides of the road. Mother had a hard time to get through this difficulty, and had to start walking a single wooden bridge. Because, at that time, the rain was still heavy, the bridge was very slippery, so my mother walked on the bridge carefully, little by little. After a period of time, my mother passed the single wooden bridge and went on.

Finally home. I'm tired out of my mother! I let my mother have a rest, so I quietly went to do my homework.

I want to say to my mother, "you've worked hard!"

6 in the rain

Shasha, Qiuyu girl is playing music in the golden leaves, calling for happy animals in a low voice. I went out to the balcony. Can't help but toot up the mouth, frown. "Hey, it's raining again today. It's really annoying."

It's time to go to school. I got on the motorcycle, and my dad's strong shoulders blocked me. Ticking, ticking, drizzle point began to "dance", some of them fall in front, some fall behind, as if playing hide and seek with us! Some raindrops are very naughty. They jump on my face and make me shiver.

Dad quickly stopped the car and said: "child, you must be very cold, right? Put your hand in dad's pocket to get warm! "

At this time, a warm current in my body. My heart, frozen by the light rain, was melted by my father's unselfish love, and I felt warm.

At school, because the raincoat was full of rain, Dad accidentally poured the rain into his shoes. I think: rain poured into the shoes, the feet must be cold and ice. My feet are warm. For a moment, I was very distressed.

My father opened the umbrella and sent me into the classroom. Then he went to work at ease.

This ordinary school process, I feel the power of fatherly love!

Love in the rain

"Only a mother is good in the world. A child with a mother is like a treasure..." Everyone has heard this song and will sing it. Whenever you sing this song, do you think of your mother's love for you? Maternal love is the greatest love in the world!

Let me really understand the maternal love is in a very ordinary day. That day after school, just want to go home, but the day like a child's face, said to change, just now the sky is still clear, at this time has been covered with a layer of shadow. Suddenly, a flash of lightning across the sky, rumbling thunder one after another, deafening, and then, pouring rain. I'm worried. My father is on a business trip, and my mother is sick in bed. Who can give me an umbrella? Students one by one have been taken away, I am like a hot pot of ants - round. In this way, I have to rush back in the rain. At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the rain curtain and was hobbling towards me. Ah, it's mom. "Mom" I jumped into mom's arms. But my mother did not touch my face with tears, I felt warm blood. I embrace my mother's thin waist, but my mother leans her umbrella to me and her deep love to me, shielding me from the wind and rain.

At this moment, a thousand words can only be turned into one sentence: I love you, my dear mother!

8 love in the rain

In our life, there are many people who stand up and act bravely in times of crisis. There are also many people who sacrifice themselves for others and make selfless contributions. There are also some people who do their duty and help others. These are praiseworthy things, in a heavy rain, I will never forget.

The bell rang after class, but it began to rain outside. The raindrops suddenly became very dense, from raindrops to rain pillars, and rain curtains, with wind and lightning. The whole world. The buildings and trees in the field of vision, hidden in the vast rain color, magically hide.

At this time, I saw others came home under their umbrellas, but I was the only one who didn't bring an umbrella. My mother couldn't come to pick me up, so I had to go home in the rain. At this time, I suddenly felt that the rain seemed to stop. Looking up, a small umbrella was propped up on my head. I looked back, isn't this Wang Xue? Wang Xue said anxiously, "I'll take you home." We were walking hard in the rain. Wang Xue tried to lean her umbrella to me. Her clothes were wet. When we arrived at my house, I asked her to come in and have a cup of hot milk, but she said, "no, my mother is in a hurry."

Wang Xue's figure disappeared in the boundless rain, I suddenly remembered, usually she borrowed a pen from me, I always said no, but when I was in trouble, she could come forward, at this time, I felt so small, but Wang Xue's figure is more and more tall.