Morning composition for the fourth grade

In our study, work and life, we are all familiar with composition. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from compressed and concise language that we can understand to developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. You always have no way to write a composition? The following is my composition in the morning of grade four, for your reference only, and I hope it will help you.

In the morning, before the milky fog cleared, the students entered the school one after another. The campus is the most beautiful and clean at this time. The flowers in the flower bed hold their heads high, and the leaves are still rolling with crystal dew. The air is so fresh that it seems to have a faint fragrance.

After a while, the campus became lively. Look! All the high jumpers on the playground are eager to try, only to hear the sound of "shh". The classmate stepped back about 20 steps and rushed forward fiercely. When he picked up the pole, he slammed his foot and drew back his hind legs, jumping over the pole easily like a proud swallow. Running students lined up neatly, trotted and shouted. " The sound is so loud and the steps are so neat, as if a colorful dragon is hovering.

The girl who plays the violin by the pond, wearing a yellow coat and a blue skirt, carries the piano barrel on her shoulder and pulls up the bow. Beautiful music was pulled out, and her head kept swinging with the beat of the music, as if thousands of viewers were enjoying her music.

About half an hour later, calligraphy began in the morning, and there was a loud sound of reading in the classroom. Look! Some students looked up at the ceiling, as if thinking about how to recite the next sentence. Some students read and recite by themselves. Some students also ask their classmates to recite it from time to time. Look at that little classmate. He picked up the Chinese book and bent down to read the text from time to time, as if determined to recite it.

The sun has risen. Miss Chen has finished her work and is preparing to go home. She looked back reluctantly. Ah! A busy day has begun again!

The morning on campus is a beautiful landscape, and every day is full of harmony and order.

On the sidewalk outside the campus, teachers, volunteers and security guards are keeping the campus safe. The man in the red vest is a volunteer. They will stop moving cars and battery cars and let students cross the road safely. Sometimes teachers will help students open the car doors, and security guards are also protecting students who enter the campus.

When you come to the school gate, you can see the teachers and classmates who are on duty. Outside the school gate, you will see a white line. When students enter the school gate, they will consciously stand on the white line and salute the team, and the students on duty will also salute those students. When the teacher enters the school gate, the students on duty will say hello to the teacher and pay tribute to the team. Sometimes, the teacher on duty sometimes nods to the students and sometimes reminds them to bring the red scarf straight.

Entering the school gate, you can see a cement road. When you enter the campus, you can only go to the right. If you walk on the left, the duty classmates standing on the left will remind you to walk on the right, which can be very orderly. When you come to the classroom, you will hear the students reading aloud. Some students are managing whether students make noise or not, and some students are cleaning to make corridors and classrooms cleaner. After the students on duty have finished cleaning, there will be students on duty to check the cleaning situation.

This is the morning of our campus, a morning full of sunshine and love.

In the morning, it's winter, the cold wind is howling, and snowflakes fall on the ground like elves. They have different shapes, some like blooming lotus flowers, some like white five-pointed stars, and some like the word "rice". Snow falls on the ground, trees, cars ... everything is dressed in white, and everywhere is wrapped in white, which is unbelievably beautiful.

I stood at the window and looked out, only to see that the sky was gray, without the blue of the past. The tree became a white-haired old man, guarding only a few hay. Everything was changed into white coats. Huh? Where is the bright sun? Maybe I got up late and haven't come out yet. The ice flowers on the window are really beautiful. Ice flowers are like grass with leaves rolling, ice flowers are like roaring lions, ice flowers are like blooming roses ... It's really varied and countless.

I walked out of the house and the cold wind hit my face like a steel needle. Although the cold weather makes people tremble, the green pine and cypress still stand by and watch the streets like soldiers guarding the frontier. The wintersweet outside the flower shop is in full bloom, like patches of rosy clouds. The petals of wintersweet are layered and full, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Pale pink petals reveal a hint of spring, and you can smell the flowers of wintersweet ten miles away.

Pedestrians on the road are wearing cotton-padded clothes and trousers and pass by me. They put their hands on their chests, frowning from time to time, opening their eyes wide and pouting: "It's really cold today ..." He thought: It used to be warm, but now it's so cold, so let the family wear more clothes to prevent colds in the future.

Uncle traffic police, aunt cleaner and uncle newspaper delivery are still working hard. I must serve the people like them when I grow up.

I like winter mornings, which are as vibrant as spring.

A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in morning. Spring is the beginning of hope, and morning is the most beautiful moment of the day.

In the morning, the wonderful songs of birds wake up our sleeping people. Pushing open the window, the fresh air came face to face, with a faint fragrance of flowers, which made people feel refreshed.

When I came to the garden, I felt the fragrance of colors: there were crystal dew on the flowers, which made them more delicate. The messenger of spring welcomes the flowers of spring with a smile; Bougainvillea is not far behind. The green leaves are inlaid with pink flowers.

On the grass, colorful flowers are like stars in the sky, blinking and enjoying the moisture of sunshine and rain.

Rows of pine trees, like soldiers, look more heroic in spring!

Lovely children get up early, take off their thick cotton-padded jackets, put on beautiful spring clothes, and come to the grass to play and forget all their troubles. Isn't this a beautiful brocade?

Miss Chun flew over Shan Ye, adding vitality to the forest. Everything is revived, and all the small animals wake up to welcome the beauty of spring. Rabbits flock to the Woods to pick mushrooms; The black bear took his children fishing by the river. Even the stream sang a cheerful song!

In the field, a few figures loomed, oh! It turned out to be a hardworking peasant uncle! They work hard to make us live a beautiful and happy life!

A warm spring breeze blows, leaves rustle and streams gurgle, composing a hymn of spring!

Spring morning is the beginning of hope and the moment when people sow happiness!

On a beautiful morning, the sun rises from the horizon, and our "red scarf" wakes up with the sun. We finished breakfast quickly, left home with our schoolbags on our backs and came to school. The first thing we do is to sweep the floor.

Looking down from the corridor of the classroom, the golden leaves are like a small yellow butterfly, slowly floating to the ground, and immediately look like the imprint of the butterfly. A little more leaves will make a complete carpet!

Our "red scarf" going downstairs is like running 50 meters with labor tools. Sweep the floor while sweeping the ash in the ash bucket, and the more you sweep, the more energetic you are. Sometimes we are sweeping the floor, and suddenly there is no ash bucket, so don't worry. We will put the ash into the trash can by hand, but what if the ash caught in the trash can falls? Then you have to pick it up with your hands!

When the cleaner was ready to go back to work, suddenly a gust of wind blew up all the dust we had swept. At this time, the clever Zheng Yilin picked up the broom and covered it with ash. Later, after the strong wind, we swept back to the meeting place in total annihilation.

Suddenly we saw Zhao Yiqi standing alone in someone else's health area, sweeping around. We asked Zhao Yiqi, "How can you sweep in other people's health areas?" Zhao Yiqi replied: "It is precisely because other people's health areas are dirty that we should clean them, so as to keep our school clean!" "So we swept up happily together.

"Tintin Tintin!" The bell rang and we were about to go back to class, but the child who cleaned the bathroom went back, so we had to help him finish the task-clean the bathroom and do it quietly.

It was a beautiful morning, so we spent the whole day. The cleaned campus also looks more beautiful.

This is a fresh morning, fresh enough to smell the breath of spring; It is also a quiet morning, and you can hear the whispers of raindrops and windowsills. Although I can't understand what they are saying.

At night, the rain came quietly without waking the dreamer. It hasn't rained for a long time, but someone still found it. The seedlings in the field opened their mouths, the grass in the flower bed opened its arms, and the trees along the road sprouted. It doesn't rain much, so it can be seen that spring rain is as expensive as oil, and its preciousness and taste can be seen.

All I can do is watch the scenery silently, listen to the wind outside the window, sing to the heart of the rain and miss the city. A lot of things have been lost here, and real faces have been awakened here.

A few decades ago, Weihai Town was just a road with three light areas, and it was a poor town in the whole city, but now it is developing faster and faster. The buildings are getting higher and higher, the roads are getting wider and wider, the mountains are getting greener, and looking out of the window, the sky is blue.

Life in the city is miserable. The smoke of the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895 left deep pain in Weihai where the Japanese invaders landed, entered and trampled on the people.

The sky is still that sky, and the sea is still this sea. In the past hundred years, Weihai has developed into a prosperous city, with materialistic desires, and all the people in China are quiet under the care of happiness. If the sages (Deng Shichang, Qi Jiguang, etc. ) If they can see the present peaceful and prosperous times in the spirit of heaven and have no regrets about their sacrifices for the anti-Japanese war, their hearts will be aroused.

In the spring morning, I meditated and daydreamed.

I look up at the sky again. Birds fly with wings, clouds fly without wings, clouds move with the wind, and rain is dripping, adding green to this vast landscape. People meditate in a quiet morning, and spring is more melodious in a beautiful morning.

In the morning, the world is shrouded in fog, and the birds stand motionless on the tree, as if bound by fog. In this foggy street, I saw an uncle cleaner in beige overalls. Careful observation shows that he is about thirty years old, but the deep wrinkles on his forehead and gray hair make him look much older.

Sometimes he is happy and sometimes he is sad. Happily, the originally messy streets have become clean and bright through their own efforts, but some people don't respect the fruits of his labor and throw scraps of paper casually. I saw uncle cleaner pick up a big and heavy broom and sweep it hard line by line. Afraid of missing every bit of garbage.

It is he who gives us a good start every day, and it is he who makes us have a good home. If everyone can love our home like him, how beautiful our home will be! When we arrive, our sky will be tile blue, rivers will be clear, green grass will be full of all kinds of bright flowers, and fresh air can be breathed everywhere.

People living on the earth, do you want to make these dreams come true? Actually, it's not difficult. Let's take practical actions and take this cleaner as an example to protect our ecological environment and jointly create our beautiful home!

In the morning, just before dawn, many people gathered on the Bund in Shanghai. Some of them do exercises under the tree, some walk by the river, and some dance in twos and threes. By the roadside, there are green grass, fragrant wildflowers and tall and burly buttonwood trees. On the bank of Huangpu River, the old people put up beautiful kites, the children played under the big trees, and more people gathered on the bank to watch the beautiful scenery of Huangpu River in the morning.

The river is undulating, and the Huangpu River is sparkling and dark blue under the sunlight. Ships coming and going on the river sometimes break the calm of the river. Decades ago, this was the most prosperous place in China! Looking further away, the river is even stranger. In the fog, the river turned a little white and began to blur, just like the shadow reflected by an unpolished mirror. A closer look shows that several huge ships are coming on the river in the distance. These ships don't look like they are sailing on the river, but like they are floating in the air and drifting slowly.

The sun rises slowly, the thin clouds gradually disperse, looking at the other side as far as the eye can see. Towering buildings are row upon row. Under the sunshine, Jinmao Tower stands proudly and glittering; The Oriental Pearl is tall and straight, shining brightly.

Looking back, the Bund around us is already full of traffic, and the styles of old houses such as Romanesque, Gothic and Baroque in the sun are very eye-catching. Hurried pedestrians, Mercedes-Benz cars, the new Bund ushered in a brand-new day.

The winter morning is very cold, which makes people feel dull and lifeless. But this morning, people felt the beauty of winter because it snowed for a long time.

Early in the morning, I was still dreaming a sweet dream in the warm bed, and my mother pulled me back from my dream. She said to me in surprise, "get up quickly, it's snowing outside!" " "As soon as I heard the word' snow', I got excited, got out of bed, put on sweaters and shoes, and couldn't wait to run to the balcony with Niu Niu to see the snow scene.

Ah! The winter clouds are gloomy, cold and foggy, and snowflakes are falling one after another, just like the rain flowers bounced off by swans and lingering like the auspicious clouds cut off by fairies; Dense, like pear blossoms shaken by jade people. What a world of powder and jade! At this time, the earth is covered with silver everywhere, and the houses, roads, flower beds and pavilions in the distance are covered with snow everywhere. Willow trees are covered with white and flawless silver bars, and pine trees are covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs. A gust of wind blows, and snowflakes like jade chips fall down, and there are dazzling spots everywhere. We seem to live in a beautiful building, with seven colors and white everywhere. Suddenly, a small and exquisite thing flashed in front of my eyes and landed on the clothesline. I look after myself. "Oh," it turned out that two sparrows were playing and eating. Their alert looks make people laugh.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger. In a blink of an eye, the snowflakes like broken jade turn into pieces of snowflakes like goose feathers fluttering in the wind, weaving a dense white net between heaven and earth.

Snow is not only pure on the surface, but also brings beauty to the world, and contributes everything to itself without asking for anything in return.

In the snowy morning, the air is purified and the earth is moistened, which indicates that tomorrow will be a vibrant world.

After a winter, I feel cold and gloomy in the morning. However, when I walked into the early spring morning, I found it was so beautiful and full of vitality.

One morning in early April, it was already dawn and the wind was still cold. The sun hung round on the top of the tree, golden like a half-cooked egg yolk. It doesn't have the warm light at noon, but you can look at it boldly and make people feel that the morning sun is closer. The river has been slightly green, sparkling in the morning light, which is particularly quiet. Just as the willow branches are sprouting, two birds on the tree seem to want to break the peace. They are practicing their voices and jumping and singing on the branches. There is a carriage parked under the tree, which can't be seen during the day. The horse hung his head and ate the hay in the bag leisurely. The owner is not so leisurely. He is busy with his business-selling pears. The peach trees on the roadside are already red. My mother said that it will be windy in two days, and the peach blossoms will bloom in a few days. Ah, spring has really come. How beautiful the spring morning is.

It's the peak season in the park. In front of the door, gongs and drums are loud, suona is ringing, and a big circle of people is surrounded. It turned out that the old yangko team was doing morning exercises. The old people are wearing beautiful silk clothes and dancing happily. Look, the 80-year-old grandmother is wearing a pink dance skirt, holding red flowers, a silk fan and a handkerchief in her hand, and the onlookers cheer for them. It's very lively here, and the "Xiaohe Hongyan Silk Dance Team" over there is dancing in groups of three or five with red silk, which is wonderful and beautiful. Tai Chi Chuan is dressed in a white kung fu suit, full of energy, really a bit like a fairy; The old songs on the rockery are singing my unknown old songs. Outside the park, there is a morning market, and people come and go, crowded with people. It is very lively. It is really a vibrant morning.

Spring has come, and the spring morning is quiet and beautiful, and full of vitality and vigor at the same time.

In the morning, the fourth grade composition 1 1 country, like a fairy, always wraps her body with a thin layer of yarn, never brushes her eyebrows, and does not strive for beauty, but she has a kind of purity and charm. This is my hometown.

At dawn, mist enveloped the whole village. Our village is like a blooming lotus. The surrounding peaks are all fresh petals. The fertile rice field in the middle is like a fragrant and elegant lotus platform, and the surrounding villages can be regarded as its scattered fragrant stamens.

When the dew falls, the pond in front of the village is wrapped in smoke, just like Penglai fairyland. The green river overflowed with faint blue light.

Suddenly, the pond rippled and the floating grass shook. The lotus flowers on the other side are blooming in the breeze. On the river, countless broad lotus leaves are swaying like handfuls of umbrellas, one layer at a time, some close to the water, some stand out from the crowd, and the middle is dotted with white lotus flowers. The pool is clear, like an oversized mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.

Behind the village are rolling mountains, and the trees on the mountains are lush, like soldiers on guard, powerful and powerful. Now, they will be surrounded by milky clouds, as if they were in heaven. The smell of the earth wafted in the morning light. Melodious country songs touch people's heartstrings.

Fog, fading away, flutters gently like a soft belt; The sun, gradually bright, like bright gold; The children's faces, gradually rosy, like a golden morning glow. At this moment, sweet music sounded, melodious flute sounded, so that the hazy villa suddenly removed the gauze curtain and became more beautiful, gentle and lovely.

Morning 12 morning-the messenger of a new day, he came, dispelled the night, descended to the world like a mother, and gently lifted the light brown silk veil covering the earth from the east; Then, it gently and thoughtfully awakens the earth, awakens the sleeping life, and instantly makes the world look brand-new. The earth wakes up, so charming and gentle, like a baby waking up in a cradle, looking at her waking mother with wide eyes, so naive and so clever. ...

When she came to the park, like a skilled makeup artist, she put a string of crystal necklaces on colorful and fragrant flowers to make them more beautiful. She also used crystal pearls to dress grass and green leaves, as if wearing a green pearl shirt. The breeze blew, and the pearls rolled gently on the leaves, which was very beautiful. She came to the pavilion in the park again, and a grandfather who was over seventy was dancing a sword. His hair and beard are white and his head is bald. There are several deep wrinkles evenly distributed on both sides of his eyes and mouth, but his face is red. His back is not hunched, his eyes are not fancy, and he really looks like a swordsman. She also saw an old gardener watering and dressing flowers on both sides of the park path. The flowers carefully cultivated by the old gardener are beautiful and fragrant, competing with each other. The soft and delicate petals are still rolling with drops of crystal water, which is very beautiful.

Seeing such a scene, she smiled sweetly. ...

Today, I carry my schoolbag as usual. Outside the school, there are two stationery stores in our school, which are crowded with people. I want to go too, but I didn't bring any money today, so I didn't go in. I just squeezed one person out of the crowd, and that is my good friend-Pan Jingda.

So, I walked with him to the campus gate. There are many people there. Some people want to line up, some people send their children, but there are too many people to squeeze in. However, we finally caught up with the vacancy and went. We were found by Zhou Sheng, who was wearing a white school uniform. We'll go back before we go, and we're in.

After a long queue, I finally entered the school gate. There is a big flower bed with four pine trees in it. There is a statue behind the pine tree. There is a boy student and a girl student. The girl student is holding a book, and the boy student is holding a plane. I think it means "study hard and make progress every day". The flowers on the ground are waved to me by the breeze, and the colors are varied. Pan Jingda patted me and said, "Dude, why did you stop?" I'll recover soon and keep walking.

After entering the teaching building, I heard the students reading, and there were some voices in it, but they were very small. After going upstairs, I will be separated from my classmate Pan Xiao, and I will move on.

I walked into the class, learning members to read the text, and the vice monitor was responsible for discipline. I went back to my seat, took out my Chinese book and began to read the text with me.

This morning is beautiful, harmonious and beautiful. I am very happy!

In the morning, the fourth grade composition 14, the red sun rises, and the full moon on the branches has long since disappeared. The vast sky is stained with red paint, and there seems to be a looming milky white on the horizon.

In the field, the farmers are already working, and a beautiful morning comes quietly with the crisp sound of birds singing. After a long time, the old cow appeared, eating grass carefully on the grass. Occasionally, I see plumes of smoke from several chimneys. The urchin caught fish barefoot by the stream, causing ripples and crisp laughter in the valley. The old man sitting in front of the door was talking and laughing, and the happy atmosphere in the air was affected. Finally, the sun is high, the old woman is walking on the path, looking at the sky from time to time, and the white clouds are slowly fluttering.

The women at home made breakfast and the children disappeared, but they didn't think so. They habitually carry slippers and don't have to shout. They only need to hear the rushing water in the distance and the happy songs of the clear stream splashing, and the women will quickly walk to the stream. The old man in front of the door got up and went home, only to hear the sound of crutches hitting the ground. The urchin followed his mother home with a full harvest, leaving only the mud seeping into the stream and a string of small footprints ... In the sky, the mother bird flew home with food in her mouth, looking at the rising sun in Ran Ran in the sky, and a string of glittering and translucent sweat crossed her head. Everything is so natural and harmonious.

On a beautiful morning, faint smoke drifted by, laughter was still echoing, and the air was a little hot. There is an old man sitting under the tree who hasn't come home yet. They laughed and said, "It's a beautiful morning in the country!"

Early this morning, my mother took me to run in Zijingshan Park.

As soon as we stepped into the north gate of the park, we were greeted by a pool of beautiful lotus flowers. The pool is covered with round leaves and surrounded by a rockery. Bai Lianhua is so graceful that it is really beautiful. We forgot to enjoy it and walked to the runway by the lake.

Although it's only 6: 30, there are still many people exercising. The runway around the lake is crowded with people. Some uncles ran very fast, and the crystal sweat flowed all over their faces without wiping; Some old men are taking a leisurely walk, and the voice of opera comes from time to time in the tape recorder; Some sisters walked very fast in the competition, chattering nonstop, very lively. My mother and I quickly joined in and ran.

Running in the park is so enjoyable! There is a wide lake in the runway, and the rising sun shines on the lake, dotted with it. It's beautiful. To the east of the lake, there is a large lotus. Now is a good time to blossom. A large number of delicate lotus flowers are smiling at people, making people stop. There are also many photographers holding "long guns and short guns" to find the best shooting position and want to leave their most beautiful posture. Outside the runway, surrounded by a continuous small dwarf mountain, the trees on the mountain are lush and green, casting a shade for people. Some grandmothers are practicing Qigong on the mountain, and we can hear their shouts when we run past.

The mileage is marked on the runway, and a lap is exactly 800 meters. Appreciating the beautiful scenery, we ran five laps unconsciously. Tired of running, my mother and I decided to have a rest on an island in the middle of the lake. The air is filled with the refreshing fragrance of flowers and plants, the sun shines on the branches, and the leaves are inlaid with a Phnom Penh. People's faces are filled with bright smiles. The morning in Zijingshan Park is really lively and quiet!