Fourth grade composition walk

No matter in study, work or life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. With the help of composition, you can vent your emotions and adjust your mood. So how to write a general composition? The following is my composition on walking in the fourth grade for reference only. Welcome to reading.

When I first learned flute, the teacher asked us to play a very complicated tune.

At home, I played this song over and over again, but it was still intermittent and out of tune. I held back my anger, calmed down and blew it again, but I made no progress at all, and it was as bad as before. "Pit!" In a rage, I threw my flute on the ground, picked up the key, slammed the door open and went out to play.

Walking into the small garden of the community, I looked at the trees on the left and the flowers on the right, but my anxiety and anger still lingered, and tears suddenly appeared in my eyes.

Suddenly, I saw a lady in her thirties and a girl of four or five years old. The little girl is learning pulley. In order to pay attention to the image, I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes and stared at them. Suddenly, the little girl accidentally fell down. What lady didn't help her, but said to the little girl, "Don't give up, son, you can do it!" " "I saw the girl stand up at once, and I vaguely saw a bruise on her knee.

She slipped again, fell and got up again, and her mother kept encouraging her: "Don't give up, son, you can do it." Fascinated, I sat down and stared at the mother and daughter.

Then I found that girl is very strong. She was not afraid of falling, got up, slipped and fell again. She was badly hurt, but she didn't say anything disgusting or cry.

When the sun went down, she was already skating smoothly.

After the mother and daughter left, I came to my senses and thought, what am I if I don't cry or make trouble because of this four or five-year-old girl's injury?

I rushed home and began to practice that song, quietly practicing it many times. Finally, it will blow. I won't give up practicing until I can play this song better.

If you don't give up, success will definitely come back.

Walking, walking, wandering ...

Don't want to cry, try to endure, but lie on the desk feebly; The early winter sunshine outside the window is also a bit pale and biting. The wind blew through the maple tree, bringing up a few yellowed leaves, thinking about the scores of math scores, looking at the scores depicted by the bright red curve, and looking at the teacher's comments on the paper, I couldn't help but burst into tears and felt speechless. Deep down, I was scratched again. I don't remember what the teacher said at that time, but I just wanted to be alone for a while.

Finally, it's time for class. I tried to smile at everyone and pretend to be strong. As soon as the bell rang, I took up my schoolbag and left the campus. Don't want to go home so early, mom and dad are still at work, put away their schoolbags and walk aimlessly.

I don't know when, when I walked to the lake, a place I often went to, no one went. I will be warm there. I don't know why, I cherish the happiness and sadness of my childhood here and walk around the lake.

It's already evening, and the night wind is a little cold. I don't want to listen to a song, it was blown to my ears. At this time, my mother once sang a song when I was a child. I avoid singing. At a corner, I saw a young man singing his fate loudly. Some young people stopped by the roadside to listen. I looked at some coins in his bowl and suddenly noticed something strange. He is blind!

I feel a little shaky. He is blind! Then listen to his songs with your heart. His songs are full of love for life and a passion for fate. I listened for a long time.

I was still there when the distant lights lit up the whole night. He was about to leave when he seemed to feel me and stopped. I talked to him a lot. When I talked about the math exam, he smiled and pointed to himself and said, "I am blind, but I can see many things that ordinary people can't see." This is just an exam. Work hard. Everyone has the freedom to fight for his own destiny. Why are you crying? "

I didn't go home until I watched him go away. The sky has dimmed, but tomorrow the light will still come. Stepping on the first-class path, I walked in the direction of home. There is a street lamp at the end of the path, which emits orange light, quiet and warm.

Walking in the fourth grade composition 3 Walking in the summer vacation, on a Friday morning, when the sun just showed a little blush from the gap between the treetops and the building, I was pulled up by my mother-in-law from a sweet sleep. Because last night we agreed to go for a walk in Mochou Lake Park early this morning. After getting up, I brushed my teeth and washed my face in a hurry. After breakfast, my mother-in-law and I went out together and walked slowly towards Mochou Lake. The weather is neither cold nor hot, and there is a breeze blowing from time to time, which is very comfortable. Because it was too early, there was no one in the community. My mother-in-law and I walked slowly forward, as if it were just me and my mother-in-law. After a while, we came to Mochou Lake Park. I thought Mochou Lake Park was as deserted as our community, but when I went to Mochou Lake Park, many people were already doing morning exercises, including grandfathers who beat Tai Ji Chuan in the Woods, grandmothers who danced in the open space, and people who walked like us. There are colorful flowerpots beside the path, with bright lotus flowers. I looked up again, and it turned out that today was the second Lotus Show! Some lotus flowers are fully unfolded, some have two or three petals, but not all, some are shy buds, tightly closed, as if they don't want to open at all. The breeze blew, and the lotus fragrance floated along the breeze, warming the whole Mochou Lake Park. When I smell it again, wow, it smells good! My troubles seem to have been washed away by this charming fragrance. I have been shopping for a long time before I know it. At the urging of my mother-in-law, I enjoyed the lotus while walking back and forth in the direction of going home. I can't help admiring "the beauty and fragrance of lotus".

It's raining, and we are walking on the sidewalk with umbrellas: me, my father and my mother.

I didn't want to go out for a walk on rainy days at first, because the road was bumpy on rainy days, and I accidentally splashed water and pants. However, my mother said, "It's best to go for a walk when it rains, or you'll get bored when the sun shines!" " "After listening to it, I felt a little reasonable and went for a walk with my parents.

After a long walk, it seems that the rain can't stop. Thick raindrops hit the umbrella, splashing and making a noise. The raindrops falling on the umbrella quickly slipped along the arc of the umbrella, which made me seem to enter a water curtain. After the raindrops fell to the ground, they ran to the sewer. My parents and I can't help being intoxicated in this rainy paradise.

I hold an umbrella in one hand, my mother in the other, and my father holds me. Take it, take it, it is natural for parents to hold their daughters' hands, and daughters will always hold their parents' hands.

On rainy days, it won't be very hot, but my ears are inexplicably red. Is anyone thinking about me? As I walked, I thought, I once read such an article, "My ears are red, someone misses me", which may be my parents! As the saying goes: Mom and Dad always think of their children.

Later, we met a road with a particularly deep subsidence. If we accidentally step on it, we will splash water everywhere. People on the roadside also encountered this kind of difficulty and tried to cross one after another, but few people couldn't help splashing water all over. Dad also feels a great responsibility at this time. How can we all pass safely? Everything depends on dad. My father wanted to help my mother first, and then carry me there. My mother refused, so my father had to carry me across this particularly deep road first. Dad squatted on the ground and motioned for me to climb on his back. I lay down obediently. Dad held his breath, straightened up slowly, and then strode to hold me in the past. Then he stepped back to help his mother, who took a big step, but it was still too small. Dad pulled her hard. In the whole process, his father is the strongest and most responsible, as if my mother and I were everything to him.

At 8 o'clock on Saturday night, my father and I went for a walk.

It's already dark, and the breeze is slow and quite cool. By street lamps, you can also see pedestrians in twos and threes in the distance. They must be out for a walk.

Dad walked leisurely, and I whistled and skipped. A path ahead was dark. After turning a corner, we all disappeared into the darkness. I went to hold my father's hand and felt very warm. The flowers and plants on both sides of the road are filled with the cheerful and lively calls of crickets. I wonder, are they having a concert?

At the end of the road, my father said, "Tell me a story." I immediately thought of the story of Plants vs Zombies, which was somewhat "similar" to the surrounding environment. I want to scare my father.

At this time, the semi-circular moon broke through the clouds and gradually became clear. The faint moonlight falls, as if to cover the earth with a thin layer of white gauze. I chattered about stories that I thought were "horrible", hoping to see the nervous expression on my father's face, but I really didn't expect that all the good stories I tried to tell could not scare my father. His psychological quality is really strong!

Along the way, my father and I talked and laughed, which always attracted the curiosity and inquiries of other passers-by. Happiness flows in every step we take anytime and anywhere.

We walked back and forth twice. The moonlight is getting dark and the sky is getting dark. I'm a little nervous. At this time, my father said, "Go home. Let's have a competition to see who walks home first." I shouted excitedly: "I shouted' one, two, three, go'." With my call, we all strode to speed up. But no matter how fast I run, my father always follows me in no hurry. Finally, I arrived at the gate of the community first, two steps ahead of my father. In the laughter of victory, I held high the word "V".

What about the next walk? I thought to myself.

Moonlight, like water, quietly uses microwaves and bushes swaying with the wind to sprinkle bright and elegant on the lake and dye it on the quiet path.

After a full meal, invite friends to "explore" in the community.

This is a kind of "quiet". Neighbors come and go every day during the day, because this is the only way, but at night it is very different-there are many people walking, but most of them don't pass by.

The four of us walked around according to the crowd, walking around here and there, and gradually there were more people, fewer people and more people. ...

A street lamp with white light stands on the other side of the road, but it is still so dark around. Behind the lamp, tall and straight trees stand there quietly, solemn and solemn, just like soldiers raising and lowering the national flag in Tiananmen Square.

Every once in a while, there are three or four monitors. They stare at a pair of crimson eyes at night, which makes people feel a little scary and scary.

Walking, I came to the middle of the community, which is the "Jardine Club". The lights here are much brighter than in other places (but mostly because of the electronic display screen). )

"Love my China ..." Not far away came the song of the music fountain. In front of me, Cycas shook his hand, as if singing and jumping.

Moonlight fell on the pond, thinking it was covered with a transparent white sugar coat. You can vaguely see that many red dots are disappearing in a deeper pond not far away.

"ah? What the hell is this! " Although we have moved for a long time, we seldom go downstairs. At best, we know that avenues and paths can only follow the crowd. Really a "stranger". Walk back to the original place.

In the night sky, the bright moon is swaying in the clouds. It is getting late. I should go home.

Four people walked into the elevator together, got off the elevator one by one, and went their own way.

The moon is still round, but it looks brighter.

After dinner, I usually take a walk with my neighbors and colleagues. It's raining tonight, so it seems that the walk tonight will be cancelled. So I opened a book in front of my desk.

After reading for 30 to 40 minutes, at 7: 50, I listened attentively, but I couldn't hear the rain, only occasionally ticking. It doesn't rain much. Why not take a walk in the rain? Contact, open an umbrella, and go out. The rain seems to have stopped. Standing on the side of the road, holding out your hand, only occasionally one or two raindrops fall on your hand.

We walked side by side, talking about the heat in Laiwu and the floods in the south ... On the dark road, some people hurried on, some took a leisurely walk, and some people held plastic umbrellas without hesitation. We didn't open an umbrella, and there was no hurry. We walked and talked for a long time under the rainy sky.

Gradually, the rain is getting denser, and we want to go home, heading for home. I remember reading an article that a private school in Beijing lets students walk in the rain for one and a half hours every year. Colleagues lamented that today's children can't stand the wind and rain, nor can their feet. Unlike before, the road of ten miles and eight miles is nothing at people's feet. Said, and walked into the building, "can we withstand the wind and rain? How about we walk in the rain for a while? " Peer proposal.

So, follow the road. At this time, it was already dark, only the dim light from the street lamp through the thin rain curtain. Although it was dark, the pace of pedestrians on the road was faster. The pedestrians in twos and threes opened more umbrellas, and some people walked leisurely in the rain. Listen to the rain, watch people and chat. After walking in the light rain for less than ten minutes, the light rain stopped-another raindrop fell for half a day. ( )

"What kind of cloud will rain so little that you can't even feel it?" We talked about rain again.

"It must not be a strong convective cloud. Strong convective clouds will rain heavily. Such a small rain, the rain that moistens things silently, is probably the sweat spilled by the clouds walking slowly in the sky after dinner. "

Talking about the rain, caught in the rain, we walked.

Take a walk. Winter has passed and spring has come. The spring breeze outside the window gently blows the soft willows, and the swallows fly back from the south. Green grass, green buds and colorful flowers gather together like a market. Spring breeze "knocks" on my door, as if calling me affectionately-"Let's go for a walk!"

Following the footsteps of the spring breeze, I came to Xuanwu Lake. The lake is crystal clear, and the fish come back to life, jumping out of the water from time to time, as if enjoying the spring scenery greedily. When the spring breeze is not naughty, the lake is like a huge silver mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds. Naughty spring breeze came, and the lake rippled like a skirt horn blown by the wind by a little girl. The willows by the lake have sprouted, and Miss Liu seems to be combing by the lake, stroking her long hair gently. Seeing this scene, I can't help but think of such a poem-"Jasper is dressed as a tree, and thousands of threads of moss hang down."

Following the footsteps of the spring breeze, I came to Meihua Mountain. On Meihua Mountain, people are crowded and the road is blocked. Before we approached, there was a faint fragrance that filled the whole mountain. Plum blossoms in the spring breeze are in full bloom, colorful, some are as white as snow, some are as pink as rosy clouds, and some are as red as fire ... People help the old and take the young for an outing, and many people keep shooting with their cameras on their backs, trying to freeze this beautiful spring day as a souvenir. Spring breeze not only blows away plum blossoms, but also brings tourists, butterflies and bees, which makes Meihua Mountain full of vitality. ...

Following the footsteps of the spring breeze, I came to Baima Park. There are skateboarding teenagers, rickety old people and toddlers in the park ... The spring breeze blows away people's winter clothes, brings people light clothes, bright colors and a good mood, and everyone is enjoying the warm spring sunshine.

This year, I followed the footsteps of the spring breeze and enjoyed many beautiful scenery. Next year, I hope to take a walk in the spring breeze!

Walking in the hot summer, I am forced to walk with my mother every night.

Today, my mother came back early, and I was disappointed, because I had a sumptuous dinner and had to be taken out for a walk, and I had to go to every corner of the community. I am really tired.

When I was ready, I left my sweet home in frustration, thinking: If only it were cooler today. However, I found that my mother was different. My mother walked out of the house happily. When we arrived at the community, I felt in full swing, just like in an oven. I walked slowly. I was attracted by flowers and dense trees. It didn't seem as bad as I thought. At this time, a breeze blew, which made me feel a little cold and my mood changed, from dejected to overjoyed.

The breeze shook the branches, and the heat disappeared, leaving a cold summer, which made me sigh.

In residential areas, people are crowded and busy. Some people are studying their lessons seriously, some are playing basketball in fierce competitions, and some are playing chess quietly ... This colorful scenery is like a colorful picture scroll, which is amazing. I realized that walking is not simply walking, but slowly realizing the feelings that life brings us. As the saying goes, "peace of mind is naturally cool." This is a real walk.

After returning home, I said to my mother, "Mom, we have to go for a walk every day." Mom said, "Yes." I am very happy and want to say thank you to life! If there is no life to give us growth, where will flowers, trees and birds talk?

I've learned that only by savoring carefully can we discover the wonder of life and the meaning of walking.

I like summer vacation best, because life in summer vacation is colorful. I can swim, watch movies, travel, and sometimes I can sleep in comfortably ... My favorite thing is to walk with my parents.

After dinner, my parents and I went to the new park along the path. As soon as I entered the new park, I suddenly felt that the temperature had dropped several degrees, and the air was filled with the fragrance of grass. I suddenly feel refreshed. In order to increase our exercise, we trotted to the lake. There is a Little Square by the lake, where many people dance. Some are dancing zombie dance, some are dancing aerobics, and some are dancing square dance. My mother and I twisted a few times to the music. Dad laughed his head off: "You mother and son are really clowns! When you are thirsty, buy some popsicles to quench your thirst. " We licked popsicles and walked on the wooden bridge on the shore. The lightning rod on the high building is flashing, and the neon lights are reflected on the water, rippling with the wind. I said, "Let's play solitaire. People, people, many ... "Along the way, pedestrians cast envious eyes on us.

Talking and laughing, we came to Jiujiang No.1 Middle School. "Old friends stay in the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks go down to Yangzhou in March ..." Mother's mobile phone rang with ancient poems again. Mom, you are so pervasive that you have to listen to ancient poems even when you are walking. Although I think so in my heart, I still can't help but say it.

In a blink of an eye, we passed Gong Li Dam, Sixian Bridge and He Zhong Square, and finally returned home. I wish I could walk like this every day.

Walking +0 1 Tonight, my family went for a walk on the Bund. We talked and laughed all the way, and before we knew it, we reached the foot of Ounan Bridge.

"Let's race who runs to Ounan Bridge first!" I propose.

"I abstain!" Mom said weakly.

"All right. Then you can be a referee! " I said helplessly.

"Ready to run!" Mom announced. As soon as I spoke, I rushed over like a whirlwind, walking on the first step like the wind, stepping on two steps at a time. Dad, on the other hand, trotted slowly and shouted, "I have caught up with you." Look how fast I run! " "It's so self-righteous.

On the Ounan Bridge, my mother announced that I was the champion, and my heart was as sweet as honey.

"Beibei, we walked from Cangnan to Pingyang!" My mother said to me with a smile.

"Really?" I asked happily.

"Well, look!" Mom pointed to the road sign and said. I looked up at the street sign and saw that it said "Cangnan boundary" and "Pingyang boundary" on one side.

"Let's go to Pingyang! La la la ... "I'm so happy.

"Look, the river is sparkling." Mother pointed to the river.

"It seems that there are many small fish and many plus signs!" I also began to observe the river.

"What plus sign?" Mom interrupted me.

"Very' 6+1'. Look, it shines like a star. "

Walking on my way home, I happily pointed to the moon. "Look, the moon is only semicircular now. It hid, as if playing a game ... "

"I don't know the month when I was young, so I called it Bai Yupan ..." I recited poems while walking, and I got home before I knew it.