The first fourth grade composition

In our daily life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which requires a complete text structure and must avoid an endless composition. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following is my first composition in grade four, which is carefully arranged for reference only. Welcome to reading.

The first fourth-grade composition 1 I have experienced many firsts since I was a child. Among them, what impressed me the most was sleeping alone for the first time.

It was a night in the summer vacation of the second grade. My mother and I read in bed together. Before going to bed, my mother suddenly said to me, "Qian Zeyu, you are old enough to sleep alone." Hearing this, I was extremely surprised! But on second thought, indeed, I am a sophomore and have grown up, so I can't always sleep with my mother! I entered the room and my mother turned off the light and left. Suddenly, I felt as if I had a rabbit in my arms.

I feel that there are ghosts around me, and I am preparing for … "Qian Zeyu" with my sword. I said to myself, "You are a big boy, so don't be afraid. How did Diga Altman sing: Smile in the face of danger … "Finally, I was calmed down by this song. But after a while, I was afraid again. I always hear someone laughing outside, as if a ghost were laughing at my cowardice. Suddenly, my face was burning and my hair stood on end, which made me very angry. I thought, well, what are you afraid of? I close my eyes.

When I opened my eyes, the sun had risen very high, and I thought: What are you afraid of sleeping alone? I overcame my inner fear.

The first summer vacation, my father sent me to my aunt's house. When I got to my aunt's house, I rushed home. I finally met my little niece. My little niece is so chubby and cute that I can't help picking her up at once, but I cried as soon as I hugged her. My aunt said that maybe I just came here, and I'm still a little unfamiliar. She will get to know me in a few days.

Next, when the days of "little babysitter" began, I thought I would always stare at such a lovely baby. At first, she was always disobedient. When I gave her toys to play with, she threw them on the floor. When I picked it up, she threw it away After a while, she began to cry again. I thought maybe she was hungry, so I gave her something to eat, and she didn't taste good either. As a result, she got a dirty bed. what can I do? Suddenly thought of a good way to dance for her, and she followed suit. Now she is having fun, but I am exhausted by her tossing. In this way, every day I tease my baby, coax her to play and coax her to eat in different ways. Looking at her, I think I must have been naughty when I was young. Now I really realize how difficult it is for my parents to raise me so big!

Being a "nanny" is really hard, but I have also gained a lot. Love our parents, listen to them, be filial to them and be a good boy who knows how to be grateful!

It was a "sad event" that happened in my fourth grade, and it was recorded as "Sad Story" No.376-"the first time" to learn to ride a bike.

At that time, I unconsciously found that almost all my friends had bicycles and could ride them smoothly. In order to catch up with the "student fashion", I took out my childhood bike-"Good Boy" Mickey Karate, removed the small wheels on the side and imitated them to ride a bike. I haven't ridden far, "plop"-I can't afford to fall to the ground. I got up and looked intently, and there was a rude guy throwing stones in the middle of the road! "Who did this?" No sooner had I finished yelling than I saw my cousin escape to the distance.

In order to learn to ride a bicycle, I asked my mother for help. My mother staggered on the road with her bicycle ... When riding downhill, my car rushed to the direction of the pool because my mother didn't hold it steady ... "Ah-"My hand shook and the front of the car tilted. Although my car escaped, it was thrown out of the car by strong inertia, drew three red lines on my leg, and then was thrown into the water. After I was rescued, I began to be afraid of cycling and didn't want to ride it again. It's grandma-she dragged me out of the shadows and taught me the skills of riding a bike: first make a good posture, then step on your left foot hard, stomp your right foot hard, and then put your right foot on the pedal to keep balance. I did, and a few days later, I learned to ride a bike.

However, this unforgettable "first time" will remain in my memory forever.

It is very interesting to hear about fishing for the first time. Today, my father will take me fishing under the Jiu Feng Bridge. I am very excited.

My father and I drove to the bridge, and several weeping willows by the river bent over, and the willow branches drew sparkling ripples on the water. When the waterfowl stood on the waist and sang, the river sang along with it, making a pleasant sound.

Dad took out a long fishing rod from his fishing gear bag and said, "Come here and I'll teach you." I went over and put the fishing rod together with my father. I brought bells and bait to install, and finally threw the fishing line out. The fishing line fell to the bottom of the water, splashing colorful ripples. At this time, I looked at the river and began to imagine that the fish had taken the bait.

Ten minutes, half an hour, an hour ... the fishing rod still hasn't moved. Suddenly, the fishing rod shook violently, and my father hurried to pull it. I refueled. Maybe the fish wanted to get rid of our hook, kept waving its tail and splashing a lot, but in the end, the fish was defeated by us and pulled up at once.

"wow! What a big fish! " I exclaimed.

Today is my first fishing. It's really interesting.

I believe that everyone must have many first-time songs, and of course I also have many first-time songs. Then I'll tell you some stories about my first experience.

The first one is the story of my piano exam. It was my first piano exam. I came to the teacher and began to play. My hands are shaking, I'm sweating so hard that my heart is about to jump out. Bang! Bang! Bang! I thought to myself: I am not afraid, I will pass the exam and win the praise of the teacher! When I finished playing a piece of music, the teacher was full of praise. At this time, I jumped three feet high with joy and wanted to run from the South Pole to the North Pole.

There is also a story about the first time I was late. That day, I went to school and was late for various reasons. When I arrived at the school gate, I came to the classroom like an arrow. I sat in my seat and thought, haha, the teacher doesn't know I'm late. How lucky I am! I really want to jump for joy. At this time, the math teacher came into the classroom, and my heart began to beat wildly: fortunately, the teacher didn't find it, but don't be late again. How thrilling!

I am very lucky, every time the first time is "shocking", but every time there is a critical moment!

The first composition class in summer vacation is coming to an end. Because of our good performance, the teacher of Magic Pen Workshop decided to treat us to delicious sushi. However, the premise is: do it yourself and have plenty of food and clothing.

The ingredients prepared by the teacher are very rich: seaweed; There are sausages; Dried radish; There is meat floss; There is salad dressing; There is crisp silk; There is ketchup; There is sushi rice; There are caviar, knives and bamboo curtains.

With so many excellent ingredients prepared, thousands of feet's mouth is watering, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days. Next, I started to do it. First, spread the bamboo curtain, spread seaweed, then put sushi rice with sushi vinegar, then put some materials such as pork floss and sausage, squeeze it again, then shape it, press out the edge, roll it, and finally cut it.

The prepared sushi looks like a small bowl of rice from a distance; Close up, round, like a little face, sweet.

I am very happy to eat my own ingredients.

Growing up for the first time in grade 4 is happy and unforgettable. Walking home alone for the first time made me the happiest and most unforgettable.

Last month, my mother was on a business trip and couldn't pick me up from school. My father let me take the bus. After school in the morning, I excitedly ran to the bus stop sign and waited patiently. The bus came and I stepped on it, ready to toss a coin. When I touched my pocket, there was nothing. I was startled, my heart beat faster and my palms sweated. I got off the bus in a hurry and thought: Dad must have forgotten to give me money! It seems that we have to walk home, I think.

As I walked, I looked at the scenery on both sides, which was very leisurely and seemed to forget that I was walking. After a while, my neck hurts. It turned out that the schoolbag was tired to the neck. I just feel heavy. But I can't do anything except keep walking. It's almost home, and I'm getting happier and faster. When I finally got home, I breathed a sigh of relief, took off my heavy schoolbag and suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. Looking at the clock again, I was shocked. It's already 12: 40, and it's been 50 minutes!

I told my father about it, and he replied, "Isn't that good? Exercise. " My mother heard about it when she came back from a business trip and said worriedly, "Why don't you do something?" You must walk back. There are many cars on the road, which is dangerous. What if I get lost? " Don't do this again! "I listened to, disapprovingly said," this is my exercise! ""The mother listened and said appreciatively, "My son has grown up and become more independent!" "I'm glad to hear that.

Grandma went home early this afternoon. When I finish my homework, look at the time, ah! It's almost four o'clock. I remember that I have to learn Go tonight. If I can't wait for my mother to come home and cook, I'll have to eat fast food. So I decided to start cooking.

I followed my mother's example, opened the lunch box, put two spoonfuls of rice into the pot, and then took the rice out of the faucet to soak it. I soak with my hands first, and then I soak first.

Twenty minutes later, I'll pour out the water soaked in rice first. But how much water should I put in cooking? I was thinking, if I don't put some water casually, I still dare not think about it. I looked at the pot carefully and found a secret. Lines are engraved on the outside of the pot, and characters are engraved on the side of the lines. The bottom line is engraved with 1, followed by 2. 3。 I think it must be a spoonful of rice on the lowest line. I put two spoonfuls of rice and water in the second row. It can't be wrong. I put the pot into the rice cooker and carefully plugged it in. There are many buttons on the rice cooker. I found the cooking button, pressed it, the red light came on, and I started cooking.

Mother came home from work and saw that the meal was ready. Mother shouted excitedly, "Son, have you cooked?" I nodded my head. Mother said, "My son is really amazing and can cook!" " "

I'm eating my own cooking tonight, which is very fragrant.

There are many firsts in life, such as shopping for the first time, planting trees for the first time, watching movies for the first time, riding a bike for the first time and so on. The first package of jiaozi left a deep impression on me.

On Sunday, I finished my homework, and my mother was packing jiaozi. I went over and said, "Mom, I finished my homework. Can I bag jiaozi with you? " Mom said, "Of course." I went to the kitchen, got a rolling pin, and rolled noodles like my mother. Looking at a very simple thing, it is not simple when it comes to my hands. I don't even listen to the ball. I roll it into a triangle and a square, and then stick the dumpling skin on the rolling pin. Sweating with anxiety, I threw the rolling pin aside and complained that it didn't listen to me. Just when I was at my wit's end, my mother came to me and said, "When you roll, turn the skin with one hand, roll with the other hand, and stick some dry noodles. That's all. " I did as my mother said, much better.

Next, I started to pack jiaozi. I put too much into the bag for a while, and too little into the bag for a while, and the bag is not formed. Although I have covered various forms of jiaozi, I am also very happy. After all, this is my first time to package jiaozi.

Although jiaozi was not well wrapped this time, it was still delicious. I believe it will be better to package jiaozi next time.

Everyone has a home, so let's eat every day. Let me tell you something about my first cooking.

Last Saturday, my father was not at home, my mother was ill, and my mother took on the heavy responsibility of cooking. I decided to cook fried rice with eggs. First of all, I will do my "music equipment", play a song with my mobile phone, put on headphones and start my first cooking.

First, prepare a bowl, crack a few eggs, pour the egg white and yolk into the bowl, put a little less salt, and break up the eggs with chopsticks. I took out the steamed rice from the refrigerator, took out an onion and cut it into small pieces for later use. Then put the wok on the gas stove, turn on the fire and pour some oil. The crackle of oil pouring into the wok reached my ears. I quickly poured the stirred egg mixture into the wok, and then poured some rice and chopped green onion into the wok. When frying, I must always stir fry, so that it will be completely non-stick and will taste better.

All right, you're done. You can eat! I hold a small bowl first, and then Kazuhiro Mori's bowl. Give the big bowl to my mother and I'll eat the small bowl. When I was waiting to eat, I felt that the frying was very dry, so I took two boxes of milk, one for me and one for my mother.

Through this cooking, I feel that cooking is actually not as difficult as I thought, but very simple. As long as you do more, you will feel that cooking is actually a very common thing!

On the morning of the first grade four composition 1 1, I walked to school with my mother as always. On the way, my mother said that I forgot to bring my water cup. She went to get it for fear that I would be late, so let me go first.

After my mother left, my fear index increased to 100. It's wrapped around me so tightly that I can't get rid of it. I can't help but get nervous and start thinking. What should I do if I meet the bad guys? What if there is an accident? What if someone else abducts you? ……

I couldn't help shivering when I looked at the strange faces. I thought about it. I came to the crossroads unconsciously. When I saw it, it was a red light. I thought there was no car anyway, so I walked. Without taking two steps, a bicycle rushed over. Fortunately, I avoided it in time, otherwise I would have "sacrificed"! At that time, my heart was pounding and I was scared into a cold sweat. My bike left after the green light. I strode through the traffic lights and walked gingerly to school. I looked back at the road I walked independently and thought: I have been walking since the third grade, and I have walked hundreds of times, but my mother took me away. Today, I walked alone, and I beat myself!

With this for the first time, I won't be afraid next time. There are countless firsts in life. As long as you overcome it, you will become more and more independent!

The first fourth grade composition 12 childhood is a beautiful necklace, which consists of two words: innocence and innocence. This necklace has many "firsts", and this unforgettable "firsts" are like the stars in the sky, flashing; Like candied haws on the street, string by string-unforgettable "first tooth extraction", like an open flower, it will never wither in my heart and will never be forgotten.

I was very sensitive to the word "tooth extraction" when I was a child. When I hear these two words, I will tremble all over. At that time, eating too much sugar led to tooth decay and was "caught" by adults to the hospital. Looking at those shiny pliers in the medicine cabinet, my heart is in my throat. I went to the dentist's appointed dental chair and lay down in fear. Looking at the doctor in a white coat with pliers, I feel cold sweat. The anxious moment arrived, and the doctor took a pair of pliers and stuffed it straight into my mouth. I cried "ahhh", and my tears fell straight like beads that had fallen off the line. I grabbed grandpa's hand hard, and at that moment, the doctor pulled hard, the pliers were pulled out, and my teeth were pulled out. I almost fainted! The doctor and mother both laughed and said, "Who told you to love candy so much?" I was dumbfounded.

Since then, I never dare to eat too much sugar, because I can't forget the unpleasant smell of this tooth extraction. This "first time", like a small footprint, is printed on the road of my growth.

The first fourth grade composition 13 "jingling bells" "class!" "No" Chinese teacher came in with a stack of papers and a big smile. "This is a test." We waited nervously for the newspaper to reach us. I looked at the paper and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking: it's not difficult, is it?

The teacher suddenly said, "Start the exam. The first problem is the dictation of words. 1. Dress up ... "My handwriting is very fast, making a rustling sound. Ding's class is over. Time flies. However, I have written the whole paper except the composition. The ten minutes between classes happened to be used by me to think about how to start. I feel excited and nervous when writing a composition, and there are many feelings that I can't say.

When I finished writing my composition, I couldn't help thinking: I must get full marks in this composition. Suddenly, a voice in my heart said to me, Shanshan, why are you proud again? Last time, you failed math and English because of your pride. Think about it, you got two 99.5 points in the first exam. Aren't you ashamed? "Yes, I can't be proud." That was close. I almost said it out loud. Seriously, I really want to get full marks. No, it must be!

I took a fancy to a pencil-box in the shopping center. On this day, I asked my mother for this pencil box. My mother said I could buy this pencil case, but I made money to buy it myself. I promised my mother, but asked her how to make money. My mother thought for a moment and said, "My car is dirty. You wash it for me, and the money for washing it is even the money for your pencil box. "

As soon as I finished, I couldn't wait to make money. But I waited until the sun was going down in the afternoon, and the sunshine outside was not too strong. I can't wait to wash the car. Aunt, grandma and uncle took me and my sister blossoming down to wash the car. First, we soak clean water with a rag, and then go to wash the car. We repeatedly scrub the internal organs of the car until it is clean, and then wipe other places. It's not a very dirty place. Just brush it and it will pass.

Then, we washed the car with detergent, Qi Xin and I wiped the dust off the car with detergent, and then my aunt and grandmother dumped the basin full of detergent from the roof.

At this point, the car is full of detergent. Aunt and grandma used a small basin to hold the water in a big basin and poured it up bit by bit. After a lap, I wiped off the unwashed detergent with a rag, and then wiped off the water with a dry rag, and the car was thoroughly cleaned.

The next day, I got a pencil case and gave a yellow Pani bear alarm clock. Blossoming also got a purple princess, small backpack. This is the first time I found that labor is a happy thing.

The first grade four composition 15 "Tao Ya Dan, your letter!"

"Ah?" I was a monk for a while-I was at a loss. "When did I contact anyone?" I took the letter doubtfully: Guo Huanhuan (send)! It suddenly occurred to me that at the beginning of the semester, we launched the activity of "writing letters to distant friends hand in hand", which I wrote to Guo Huanhuan. After the letter was sent, I looked forward to it every day, every night, the stars and the moon, and Guo Huanhuan's early reply. A day has passed, a week has passed, a month has passed ... my expectations are no longer so strong. Just when I gradually forgot about it, I suddenly received a reply! When I received the letter with excitement and stared at the four characters that seemed to be "sparkling"-"Tao Ya Dan (closed)", the mood was indescribable! That kind of mood is mixed with surprise, excitement and happiness ... as if I had won the grand prize! Looking at the envious eyes of my classmates, my heart is full of joy, sweeter than eating chocolate, cheese and honey! I originally decided to go home and read the letter, but the students "blindly" booed: "Look!" "What did you write?" "Did you send anything?" ..... I had to open the envelope. There is a letter in it that is positive and attached with a photo. The students scrambled for photos. I'm afraid they will rub them. Put them away quickly. Guo Huanhuan also said in his letter that he should keep in touch frequently. I'm so happy!

The feeling of receiving the letter for the first time is great!