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Rainbow after the thunderstorm


One afternoon, I came home from school, because the sky gradually grew darker and the room was darker. I opened the small lamp and wrote the business.

Suddenly, from the clouds filled with raindrops, from the gaps between the heavens and the earth, there was a loud noise - rumbling. This thunder is like a big ball that is exploding, rolling on people's heads. I was very scared in my heart, hurriedly shut the light, hid in a wall, and covered my ears with both hands. After a while, I slowly walked to the window, through the window, I saw a large cloud of dark clouds in the sky. Suddenly, the rain of the big bean fell to the sky, like a bead, slanting the glass window, the sound of the sound was like a string of beaded firecrackers. The small tree by the road was blown by the wind in the heavy rain, but once the wind was over, the tree immediately straightened up. I was infected by the unyielding spirit of Xiaoshu. I simply walked to the window and squatted on the window sill. On, watch the rain scene with interest. At this time, the sky flashed, the thunder screamed, the wind rolled with thick clouds, the rain rides the wind, and the whole sky is like a big stage for singing. A mess of past, after a while the rain was small, the wind stopped, and the sky gradually lit up.

About half an hour or so, a gorgeous rainbow, when the monks did not pay attention, quietly set up, emitting red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple seven colors, suddenly full of life, magnificent.

I think, how good I am to be able to climb the rainbow to explore the mysteries of the universe! Thinking, thinking, I seem to have inserted my wings and flew to the rainbow...

Third grade: Yao Qiqi

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