Unit composition of the second volume of the fourth grade Chinese

In daily life or work and study, many people have experienced writing and are familiar with it. Writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our hearts and think about our future direction. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is a unit composition of the fourth grade Chinese book I collected for you. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

War is cruel and no one can beautify it.

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1On August 28th, 937, the weather in Shanghai was gloomy, and people's faces were full of panic and horror. I only heard a voice: "The Japanese are coming, the Japanese are coming." Amid shouts, crowds of people rushed to the railway station. A pair of ragged parents, holding their son who just turned one year old, are also pushing forward.

At the railway station, everyone is anxiously waiting for the arrival of the train. Leaving Shanghai and this smoke-filled place is everyone's only wish. Suddenly, the child held tightly by his mother waved his little hand to the sky and murmured, "airplane, airplane." But the noise was so loud that no one noticed.

"Boom, boom", after several loud noises, people fell in a pool of blood, and the crowded railway station lost its sound instantly. A few minutes later, there was crying in the ruins. It turned out to be a child who just turned one year old. He's alive! But he didn't have any parents around him. It was obvious that he had just been bombed. Although the child didn't understand what had just happened, his parents were gone. He cried desperately, but no one could take care of him.

I don't know how long it took, but the child closed his eyes in a faint cry. When people found him, his little hand clenched his fist tightly. Maybe he wants to tell everyone that he hates war and invaders!

Just a few weeks ago, Zhang Yumeng and I went to my grandmother's house, which is a real village!

No, as soon as Zhang Yumeng and I got there, we clamored for a trip to the mountains. Grandma can't help us, so she has to take us up the mountain! "wow! What kind of flower is this? How beautiful! Huh? How did this flower grow like this? " Zhang Yumeng sighed as he walked. Somehow, I usually climb tired mountains, but today I feel particularly relaxed!

"Why don't we pick broad beans?" Grandma asked us. "good!" We changed direction and headed for the broad bean field. "wow! A lot of broad beans! " Zhang Yumeng and I ran to the broad bean field. Grandma loudly reminded us at the back: "Fat is not delicious!" "I know! "We responded. Let's pick a few here and a few there. Soon, the small basket is full. As we walked forward, my eyes lit up and I found several cherry trees with red cherries hanging on them. Cherry is so red that it looks delicious. I reached out and tried to pick some. Grandma quickly stopped me: "No, no! That's someone else's! We can't pick it! "Ah! No way, I can only "look at cherry blossoms to quench my thirst." On the way home, we also dug some small bamboo shoots. Because of these little bamboo shoots, I almost rolled into a big pit!

After returning home, we asked grandma for some small bamboo shoots and played the game of "bamboo restaurant" ...

At the gate of our school, there is a beautiful botanical garden, which covers an area of about 100 square meter and has all kinds of flowers and trees. It is very beautiful.

There is a slender osmanthus tree in the middle of the botanical garden, which exudes a charming fragrance. When you look closely, you will find that there are many branches on the trunk of osmanthus tree, which are covered with green leaves, like handfuls of green fans. The flower of this osmanthus tree is pale yellow with a flower heart the size of sand in the middle. A gust of wind blew, and the flower cores floated everywhere, just like an acrobat performing a program.

There are all kinds of colorful flowers on both sides of the botanical garden, including roses, pears, apricots and lilacs ... In spring, they will all be in bud, hardworking bees will fly from all directions to collect honey, and beautiful butterflies will dance among the flowers, which is very beautiful.

How happy it is to study in this environment of birds and flowers! Therefore, all of us should love them, protect them and let them thrive.

The botanical garden is quiet, but it is also full of vitality. It brings us happiness and knowledge. Ah! The botanical garden in my heart is really beautiful!

The fourth grade Chinese unit composition 4 "The mountains and rivers are white and the rain is like smoke in the sound of rules". This Sunday, our group went to the village and enjoyed the picturesque countryside.

The scenery here is really fascinating: large tracts of rape flowers have fallen off the golden crown, revealing dense green pods. Look carefully, the bright green leaves are covered with crystal dew, as if preparing for a high-altitude diving performance. The wheat field put on a green robe, not to be outdone, and jumped up assiduously. Occasionally, a few birds fly into the rape bushes and chirp, as if singing "It's early summer!" "

There are often some livestock passing by in front of the door. Goose strode up and down in the field. People are not afraid when they come. Instead, they spread their wings and showed us its white feathers. Sometimes chickens come to join in the fun. Hens and chicks are foraging in the Woods. Hens sometimes look back for fear of losing a chick.

In the afternoon, we picked up hoes and palladium seeds and went to the bamboo forest to dig bamboo shoots. In the bamboo forest, in the vast sea of bamboo, bamboo crisscross. Some have been tilted by the typhoon, but they are still growing tenaciously. It is really "tempered, willing to listen to the east, west, north and south winds." We searched and searched, and finally found a budding bamboo shoot. We took out hoes and rakes and began to dig. Unfortunately, all the bamboo shoots dug out are rotten! We searched for a long time, but found nothing. What a bummer!

It was getting late, and we reluctantly went home. This country is so beautiful. I really hope to come to the countryside again!

In my daily life, there have been many past events, one of which is. It's still in my mind, unforgettable.

It was the morning of my second grade, and the math exam was coming. The teacher asked us to review and start the exam at once. However, I got into a fight with my deskmate. As a result, the teacher called him into the office and severely criticized him. We went back to the classroom to prepare our own test equipment, and suddenly found that we forgot to bring a ruler. Just when I was at a loss, Xiao Ming saw it.

Pass me my own ruler, and I am embarrassed to take the ruler in Xiaoming's hand, blushing like an apple. I found that Xiao Ming used an inaccurate ruler. I was so moved that I didn't know what to say. I thought: I just had a fight with him. How can you lend it to me? The more I think about it, the worse I feel, so I have to take the exam silently. Ah! Class is finally over. We all handed in our papers. Later, I had a heart-to-heart talk with Xiaoming. We not only admitted the mistake of fighting, but also promised to be friends in the future.

Through this incident, I understand that students need to unite and be friendly, help each other, learn from each other and make progress, and grow up to be pillars of the country. It also made me understand the truth of being a man.

Mom, I want to say to you: Mom, you are like a big tree, which has sheltered me from the wind and rain for many years. For many years, I want to say to you, mom, you have worked hard and I love you. But I can't open my mouth. Today, I expressed my love for you.

You put a lot of effort into my homework. Every night, no matter how late, you carefully check my homework for me. I can't even open my eyes, but I still insist. Here, I want to say to you: Mom, you have worked hard.

Because dad is busy at work, the burden of housework falls on you. You buy food, go to work, wash clothes and clean the room every day. I am tired every day, even on Sunday. But you didn't complain, and you still kept everything in order at home. Here, I want to say to you: Mom, you have worked hard.

Every time I get sick, I stay by the bed and hardly sleep a wink. I remember that time, I was seriously ill. You are so worried that you are hoarse, and there are still some white hairs on your head. Here, I want to say to you: Mom, you have worked hard.

Mother is a big tree, which gives me coolness when it is hot. My mother is a good medicine. She can cure me when I am injured. The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. She sewed it carefully, for fear of delaying his return home, but how much love does an inch of grass have when it has won three spring rays? "Thank you, Mom.

Unit 7 of the fourth grade Chinese book II inadvertently caught sight of the small umbrella in the corner, and my thoughts poured in.

What beautiful eyes those slender men have! Dark eyes, pure ones don't seem to contain a trace of impurities, and big eyes are always curved and beautiful like a bright moon.

Someone once said that "the beauty of appearance is not equal to the beauty of soul", but I don't agree with them. It is said that "the eyes are the windows to the soul". With such pure eyes, she must be very kind, indeed. She is always ready to help others in normal study. She said that if others are happy, she will be happy.

She is always so kind that even the poor students in my class are influenced by her. She just has a unique power, that is, the power of smiling, that is, the power of love, but unfortunate things always happen to good people. She was sickly from childhood and accidentally got cancer. Her parents are anxious to run around, but she is not afraid of life and death. The bright moon is always curved.

After many troubles, I finally found a heart that matched her. The man is as anxious as she is. She was pushed into the operating room with a smile in her eyes. After the operation, the family couldn't wait to see her, but the patient came out. She has a small umbrella, a pair of smiling eyes and a smile. ...

The beautiful girl turned into an angel, spread her wings and left with a smile. She guards the world in the sky and looks at this world full of happiness with smiling eyes. ...

She said that she can only be happy if others are happy.

I like the countryside, especially the charming scenery of the four seasons.

In spring, everything comes back to life. Look, the peach blossom can't help blushing, and finally reveals its beautiful face. The forecaster of the Spring Festival also showed a bright smile to welcome the spring girl in summer. Ruthless Sun is particularly flamboyant. He holds a torch every day and keeps swinging it around as if to dry the earth. People are sweating with heat. You see, the lotus flowers in the pond are blooming, and some of them are full of flowers and are about to burst; Some lotus flowers have only two or three petals, and they seem to be considering whether to come out and say hello to their companions around them. Some lotus flowers are in full bloom, revealing the yellow lotus dew rolling on the lotus leaf in the middle. Even in hot summer, the fish in the water can't be impatient. They all hide under the lotus leaves to enjoy the cool and play!

Autumn has come, the rice in the field is ripe, and when the breeze blows, the heavy body of the rice shakes and rustles, playing a symphony. Groups of osmanthus fragrans exude a strong fragrance. Look, the maple trees in the distance seem to be on fire, and the maple leaves fall on the ground, on the car and on the roof.

After several autumn rains, the snowflakes in the middle of winter quietly came to the world like little angels. After a while, the villagers' houses and the surrounding trees were all dressed in white, which looked extremely pure and beautiful.

Ah, the beautiful scenery in the country is really beautiful. There are different scenery all year round. How unforgettable!

Unit 9 of the second volume of Chinese in grade four My parents have been studying with me since I was a child, and my academic performance has been fairly good. But now because it's hard to watch me attend the training class, they have been urging me to switch back to the regular class, because my loving parents are afraid that I will be too tired, but I still want to attend the training class no matter how hard it is.

This will worry my parents. Actually, I'm also at fault, because sometimes I don't concentrate on my studies. At this time, my parents will think I am very tired. Actually, as long as I concentrate, those classes are not difficult for me at all. I know it's good for me that my parents let me go to regular classes, but I just don't want to go to regular classes.

what am I supposed to do？ Some people cried, but I didn't, but we talked again and again. For example, she said, "Hurry back to the regular class!" "And I deal with her every time. I don't want it. Such repeated conflicts make everyone tired.

Finally, my parents promised me to continue the training class. The only requirement is that I must concentrate more, or I will go back to the regular class.

I think I can do it. I study for myself. It is also an honor to stay in the training class. I will refuel. Please have confidence in my parents. I won't let you down!

I came to the garden in the northeast corner of the campus. Ah, how beautiful! There are camellia, roses, a bunch of red and bauhinia ... colorful, competing to open. Look, how well the peach blossoms are blooming in the west! Pink. Pink. It consists of five petals, and the yellow stamens are embedded in the pink flowers, which is very conspicuous. The pink flower hides under the green leaves, like a shy little girl. The breeze blows slowly, the peach trees in the north sway gently, and bees and butterflies fly around the peach trees, from one flower to another. Everyone loves the scenery. Ah, what's that smell? With a faint fragrance, I came to a small tree with purple flowers. They say it's called bauhinia. Bauhinia is small, dense and lovely. That flower is a string, blooming on the branches, like pearls. The most special thing is that bauhinia blooms first and then leaves. Do you think this is strange? In the east, there is an unknown flower, which is also a bunch of flowers, but it is red. I was told to pull out the stamens and suck the juice inside. Very sweet. Some camellias are open and red, like the morning glow in the sky; Some are in bud, and the flowers are splitting. The whole garden is like a brocade woven by a fairy.

Loving life is the basic of human beings. Just like some people who commit suicide by taking poison and die of leukemia, SARS and AIDS, they just don't love life. Like Zhang Haidi, she suffered from such a serious disease, but she didn't give up her life. She still faced life with such strength. When Zhang Haidi was five years old, he suffered from spinal hemangioma and was paralyzed at a high position. Therefore, she has never been to school. From an early age, she began to teach herself knowledge with tenacious perseverance. She taught herself specialized courses in primary schools, middle schools and universities. When Zhang Haidi Qing 15 years old, she was sent to a poor mountain village in Shen County, Liaocheng with her parents, but she was not afraid of the hard life, but dedicated her youth with an optimistic spirit. There, she taught primary school children in the village, overcame various difficulties, learned medical knowledge, and enthusiastically treated villagers with acupuncture. During her stay in Shenxian County, she treated people for more than 10,000 times without compensation and was warmly praised by people.

Zhang Haidi's spirit of loving life shocked me. What prompted Zhang Haidi to love life so much? It took me a long time to understand, in fact, it depends on my own idea: I want to live well, I can't just sleep in bed and wait for death, then my life is meaningless, so what's the use of being born? There are also people who are as optimistic as Zhang Haidi, such as Helen Keller.

I know that human life is to be created. If you create well, life will be better.

Stepping into the school gate, I saw a familiar scene: a canteen full of fragrance; The "growth ladder" that has accompanied me for six years; The world of play-all kinds of flowers and trees in the playground and campus.

Alma mater, I remember when I first came, I was still a naive child. Suddenly, I grew up and matured. For seven years, you have sheltered me from the wind and rain and kept me out of the cold. Teach me knowledge, teach me the truth of being a man. Because of you, I met a kind and beautiful teacher and 39 lively and lovely classmates. We formed a big family.

Seven years, long and short, because you are old because of long-term exposure to wind and sun. And what some students have done has accelerated your aging.

Your appearance is deeply imprinted in my mind, even in every corner: the reading corner in the classroom, the old tree in front of the canteen, the stone road in the small garden, and the big platform of the first grade.

Time flies, time flies. There are still a few days before the exam, but this farewell is forever. Here, I want to say to you: Alma Mater, I wish you never aging and always brilliant!

I will leave the white classroom, the desks and chairs washed by years, the blackboard full of traces, the familiar faces and warm smiles ... when I walk out of this door, I will never see them again.

Goodbye, alma mater!

One night, my parents took me to the suburbs to play.

Out of the city, I feel that there are fewer cars on the road, but the cars coming and going are running very fast. The setting sun hangs on the horizon like a red orange, the air becomes fresher and the surroundings are much quieter.

We stopped at a farm. Ah, this is the farthest place that the eyes can see. From a distance, some farmers' uncles seem to be watering the vegetable fields. I first ran to the nearby wheat field to have a look. Some wheat is yellow and some is green. My father said that the wheat was about to ripen. I picked an ear of wheat from Huang Chengcheng, peeled it off with my hand, and put it in my mouth and tasted it. It didn't taste at first, but later it felt very thick and sweet. Next to the wheat field are corn seedlings and vegetables. Cucumber, Parthenocissus tricuspidata, tomato, dwarf potato, eggplant and peanut grow on the shelf. I found many sticks about my height in the peanut field, with colorful ribbons tied to them. I thought it was very strange, so I asked the farmer's aunt around me. My aunt told me that it was to scare the birds who came to eat peanuts.

I learned a lot when I went to the suburbs today. The countryside is really nice.

My friend, please don't underestimate life. Do you believe that all creatures are tenacious and constantly striving for self-improvement? Come with me and have a look!

Once, I made an appointment with my good friend Wang Jie to have a picnic together. After school on Friday, we went home to eat something and set off. After arriving at the scheduled place-the second district garden, we sat in the central garden for dinner. While I was eating a box of sandwiches, a bee flew over and I stepped on it mercilessly. In an instant, its body turned several times, and then it did not move. I continued to observe while eating. With great effort, suddenly, I found its wings moving. I was taken aback and then moved once or twice ... Can it still fly? I want to see how tenacious its vitality is, so I just stare at it. I saw its wings beat faster and faster, and it flew faster and faster! Unexpectedly, I just got up and bumped into the post of the pavilion and fell down. Soon, after its efforts, it flew again. This time it flew high, but it hit the trunk again. Perhaps it has not fully recovered, so it does not have the ability to control the direction. After a long time, it gradually recovered its strength, quickly flapped its wings and flew far away. I watched it go away, away, until it was out of sight. Then I found myself kneeling on the ground for a long time. ...

Looking at this little life, I realized the tenacity of life, and we can't underestimate it. Life, as long as self-improvement, there will be miracles!

Today, I am very happy because I caught a lovely big frog.

I went home happily, put the frog in a glass container, put water on it, and carefully observed the big frog. It is dressed in green and black camouflage clothes, with a bulging belly and four beautiful legs. The hind legs are longer than the front legs. I tease it with branches from time to time, and its hind legs kick and jump, very scared and worried. It croakes at me from time to time, as if to say "let me go".

At this moment, the radio broadcast the contents of protecting beneficial insects and frogs. After I heard it, I quickly checked "100,000 Why", only to know that frogs are good friends of human beings and we should protect them. I knew I had made a mistake, so I said to the frog, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake." The frog croaked at it again, as if to say, "You are a good boy." I quickly took the glass container and ran to the river with the frog to set it free.

I was very happy when I got home.