Writing a travel composition in fourth grade

In study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a verbal activity that is highly comprehensive and creative. Have no clue when it comes to writing an essay? The following is a travel composition written by fourth graders that I collected and compiled for reference only. I hope it can help everyone. Fourth grade travel composition 1

The haze that has been lingering in the sky for many days has finally dissipated. In the early morning, a ray of sunshine jumped onto the windowsill, waking up my sleeping eyes. The good weather brought a good mood.

When I walked out of the door, I was hit by the good wind that smelled of dew and orange blossoms. In the morning, I woke up feeling so refreshed and comfortable. Humming a little tune, walking on the road suddenly became quiet.

Walking into a moso bamboo forest, a feeling of tranquility and tranquility suddenly penetrated the body. Don't be afraid, every plant is my friend. Saying hello to the birds and exchanging glances with the dewdrops, I leaned against a tree, quietly, closed my eyes, and imagined that I was a bird, dancing its wings and playing in this happy forest. . When I was tired, I went to the well nearby to drink some water, as if I was holding a bright mirror and looking at me: Hello, Sister Shanquan. Next, let me find your stream sister?

Lift up your pants and walk carefully on the cobblestones. The soles of your feet are itchy. Fish in the stream, do you want to hide and seek with me? I can't bear it. I put my feet in the middle and watched the gurgling water flowing over my instep. It was cold, so I bowed my waist and kissed the figures and fish in the water...

I finally found you, Grandpa Tree, have you been standing on this mountainside for hundreds of years? Are you tired? Does playing cool here make you feel like a child again? But your upright posture showed me an ancient and tenacious soul.

Listening to the barking of dogs in the valley, a flock of returning birds flew over Yunling. It's time for me to go home too. So, I waved gently and said goodbye to all my friends in the mountains. Still in a good mood, I walked into the sunset... Fourth grade travel composition 2

I have been to Beidaihe with beautiful mountains and clear waters, Beijing and Beijing with bustling traffic. Harbin is snowing heavily...but what impressed me the most was the charming Fengning Bashang Prairie.

Bashang Grassland is located in Hebei Province. The grass can only turn green and the flowers can bloom after mid-May.

In summer, when you come to Bashang Grassland, you will see endless green, like a green ocean. Nearby, groups of cattle and sheep eat green grass leisurely, and a few horses gallop across the prairie; in the distance, the green mountains look greener against the blue sky, like a natural and beautiful picture!

There are so many mountains there! There is a group of mountains called "Nine Immortals Mountains". Why is it called "Nine Immortals Mountain"? Legend has it that in ancient times, there were nine fairies who did something wrong and were suppressed by Erlang God under these mountains, so it was called "Nine Immortals Mountain". Moreover, scientists have measured that the altitude difference between these mountains is no more than five centimeters, which is really amazing! There is also a beautiful Buddha Bead Cave in the mountain, standing there like a huge bracelet. People can't help but sigh: "It's so beautiful. !”

The stream on the mountain was very clear. I couldn’t wait to pick up a sip of water and drink it. It was really refreshing and delicious. The small wild flowers on the mountain are fragrant, and there are many little sheep eating green grass leisurely next to it. It looks so cute!

The horse there is also very obedient. I sat on it, and its owner let it go. Go, let it stop, it will stop, as if it understands human language, so cute! Fourth grade travel composition 3

I don’t know when, I started to like such a person, and I shed tears alone. , one person is strong, one person is grief-stricken, one person regains hope... One person is holding the boat of the past in the long river of his own memory, swaying, following the direction of the current, just like this, drifting...

During these long years, I began to like to look up at the cool sky, because I found that its coldness and breadth were the watch of my life; I began to like to look at the ocean of lavender, because I realized that I realized that its light purple contained my only favorite fragrance; I also liked opening my arms to embrace the soft sunshine, because I began to know that with its wanderings, I would never lose my direction.

I always fantasize that one day I can wander alone on a forest path covered with fallen leaves. A person is walking on the golden ground, looking at the return of autumn leaves on the roadside, heading in an unknown direction, experiencing the vicissitudes of being alone, holding the only hope in his hand and walking towards the distance... just like this, silently, feeling silently The passage of time and the power of life.

I don’t want to cross the sea of ??people, I don’t want to compete with others for fame and fortune, and I don’t want to compete with others. I just want to finish this road quietly, and I just want to reach the long-awaited destination. Far away, and then feel the freedom on the other side facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming...

In the end, sit quietly on the rocks on the shore and watch the majestic ebb and flow of the tide, and listen to the blooming and failing flowers. Qingyin, recalling all the experiences I have experienced, and feeling the meaning of life...