My fourth grade family composition

In normal study, work and life, everyone has dealt with composition, which is a narrative way that people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. I believe many people will find it difficult to write a composition. The following are four compositions of my fourth grade, which I collected for your reference only. Welcome to reading.

My family composition in the fourth grade 1 I spent all my time in my hometown before I was 6 years old. What fascinates me is a small country. There are my favorite places to eat, play and go. This is my favorite place.

There is my favorite boiled corn. Every household begins to harvest corn when it is ripe. But my family is different. Grandma is old and doesn't plant corn. But my family gets along well with my neighbors. Neighbors will send four or five corn to my home after harvesting corn. In this way, there are three neighbors in our family, totaling about fifteen. In order to "repay" the neighbors, grandma will wash the corn one by one and cook it in a pot. When it's ripe, grandma and grandpa will bring the pot of cooked corn to the door together, and then invite all the neighbors to eat corn together. Grandma's corn is delicious! When those corn are lying naked in the pot, I will start to let my uncles and aunts string them up with chopsticks to eat. Those corn, look, Kim! Xiang, smell it! Take a bite, great!

There are my favorite animals there. That white bitch in my family, she is a good girl! Every time my family has finished eating, grandma will sort out the leftover bones of my grandfather and me for them to eat. It is because I am friendly to him that he plays with me in the yard after supper. There are no toys, just pick up some sticks and hit it on the head. It may be very comfortable. It always wags its tail gently and follows me. My grandparents and I have a deep "human-dog friendship" with it, which ordinary people can't understand-in my eyes, this "human-dog friendship" can only be understood by my grandparents and me.

There is my favorite place to go-Village River. The river at the entrance of the village is crystal clear, the pebbles in the river vary in size, and some people wash clothes by the river. The golden light of the sun sprinkled on the clear water and the faces of people washing clothes by the river, forming a beautiful picture. I like to go to the river to watch tadpoles or small fish swimming around in the water, watch people doing something interesting by the river and watch me in the "river mirror".

Mr. Lu Xun once said: "A child who has never kissed the land has no childhood." The land I kissed is my hometown.

My home composition is in my hometown Troima Community, Class Two, Grade Four. There used to be an endless yellow paddy field, and farmers cultivated their land silently, day after day, year after year. It was not until the transformation of the village in the city in 20xx that the land was transformed into our resettlement area, and we moved into our new home-Troy Garden.

20xx With the transformation of cities all over the country, the leaders of our community and the leaders of property management companies are braving the heat to make our community more beautiful and livable in order to improve the living environment of the community!

Our community is located in the west of Zhengzhou Experimental High School, Wenhua Road, North University Town, east of Dongfeng Canal, Binhe Road and Kaiyuan Road Primary School, and north of Huiji Wanda, with superior geographical position.

In this ordinary home, I have wonderful memories with my partners and the best and most fulfilling life. Not only that, our family has picturesque seasons.

Entering our community from the east gate, there are flower beds in the middle, which are planted with all kinds of green plants. In spring, there are beautiful flowers, pomegranate flowers and peach blossoms, green grass, blue sky and fresh air, as well as hardworking and simple beauticians and cleaners, who silently dress up our home in the community every day. In spring, the grass on both sides of the sidewalk sticks out from the ground, tender, green and hairy, like a green carpet. The trees sprouted, like the short hair of a child who had just shaved, and the green branches hung on the small trees on the roadside, like a graceful girl dancing in the breeze.

In summer, the blue sky and white clouds are fluttering, the warm wind is blowing gently, the trees are shaded, and the birds are singing happily. Get up in the morning to do morning exercises, walk on the small road in the community, and the morning dew is crystal clear, such as pearls, jade, and children's tears.

At the turn of summer and autumn, the home in the north is full of fruits and a bumper harvest scene. Pomegranates are red, some are ripe to show their fangs, and peaches are white and red, like children's pink smiling faces. From time to time, the laughter of sanitation workers came. In autumn, flowers and trees put on camouflage clothes, including red, yellow and dark green. When the breeze blows, the fallen leaves flying with the wind float all over the sky like ribbons, flap their wings like butterflies, and fall to the ground like golden carpets. I can't help but admire that this is nature, a beautician, doing beauty for our home.

In winter, the community has become a world wrapped in silver, and charming snowflakes have finally floated down. Large tracts of snowflakes are undulating like goose feathers, flying in the air like silver butterflies, playing like naughty elves, and like jade leaves and silver flowers scattered by fairies.

In this ordinary home, I have wonderful memories with my partners and the best and most fulfilling life. Although the community is small, it weaves colorful dreams for me and my partners. The community is a cup of old wine and a pot of fragrant tea, which is a paradise for our life.

There is a plant expert in our class, and that is our head teacher, Miss Chen.

Teacher Chen takes a little time every day to take good care of the plants we bring. No matter how busy, the teacher will water, fertilize, change soil, reshape and change pots ... every pot of plants is carefully managed by Teacher Chen. Teacher Chen knows exactly when to water this plant and how much water to water it. She leaves the door open where every plant breeds. We inadvertently learned a little knowledge from teacher Chen: Gemstone flower is a succulent plant, which is propagated by leaves. If you break a leaf and put it in the soil, it will take root and sprout and grow new plants. Therefore, her classmates called her a "plant expert".

In our school, the plants on the third floor are the most beautiful, and the plants in our class are the most energetic. Isn't this the result of the joint efforts of teacher Chen and us? Look! The ivy in our class has green leaves and looks like many duck feet. Look at its green vines, how strong they are. Sometimes I climb to the nearby plants, which is really full of vitality! When the green radish grows tender heads and the branches droop, Mr. Chen carries out cutting and cultivates new pots. There are more and more plants in our class, which occupy the corridors of two classrooms. Looking at this vibrant plant during the break, how much fatigue we have reduced and how much fun plants have brought us!

This is Mr. Chen. He knows plants like the back of his hand and can understand their breathing. If you also like this green elf, you can ask her for advice if you have any questions!

Tonight is a special occasion. Our family is going to take a family photo. This is the first time I remember. I am so excited!

When we get to the studio, we'll choose clothes first. My mother's clothes are the most important. I helped her choose a beautiful white wedding dress with sparkling white crystals on it. I think my mother will look like a bride in this wedding dress. Then, we helped dad choose a black and white suit and dress. I think my father will look handsome in it. But I can't choose my own clothes well. Menstruation looked at it and seemed to have guessed something, so she helped my sister and I each get a pink dress.

When we get dressed, we go into the studio. Let's have a family photo first. The photographer made my parents stand together and put their heads together, which looked very sweet. My sister is not tall, standing among them, and I am standing next to my mother, smiling happily. The photographer caught this touching moment in time and left us an eternal memorial.

Then, we took a personal photo. My mother chose a colorful wedding dress, and I chose a plum-red skirt with crystals for my mother. My sister took a big apple prop, just like a doll. I put on my signature move: "yeah!" Mom and dad took a group photo together again, holding a bunch of flowers in their hands. How nice!

Finally, we choose photos. Facing the lifelike digital photos, we are dazzled until we are satisfied.

On the way back, we bought mutton skewers and beef skewers and tasted happiness together.