It’s raining today.

In the morning, I was trying to make up the class. Suddenly, the clear sky was covered with dark clouds. With the strong winds, the terrible thunder blew up, and the lightning was like a golden whip. This one, that one. Immediately, the raindrops of the beans were smashed up regardless of the three seven twenty-one, and soon the rain fell. From a distance, it was gray and the sky seemed to be pressed down. Rain, under the big tree. The tree stands tall and ready to withstand the baptism of the storm. It seems to say, “Let the storm come bigger!” Look at the leaves, they are scrambling to suck the summer nectar.

How to do? Still not going to make up the class? Go, be sure to go! The big trees are all standing upright, not afraid of the wind and rain, can I be afraid? Against the wind, braving the rain, my mother drove me in the plane and rushed into the heavy rain.

Third grade: Liu Xiaoxiao 5689