Fourth-grade composition in rural life

In daily study, work or life, writing is the most unfamiliar thing for everyone. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, writing can be divided into propositional writing and non-propositional writing How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is the composition of the fourth grade of rural life I collected for you. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

The fourth grade composition of country life 1 Walking on the tree-lined path in the country, the air is sweet. The vast expanses in front of us are green, and rows of seemingly messy pine trees and oak trees on the roadside guard the quiet countryside like straight soldiers.

Now is the season when all kinds of beans are ripe: broad beans, peas, and my favorite potatoes. Not far away, I saw rows of green seedlings and knew that the potato field had arrived. But where are the potatoes? Why are there no potatoes? Grandma said: think about why it is called potato? Look again! I suddenly realized: potatoes, potatoes, are beans planted in the soil. No wonder grandma brought a hoe. I can't wait to rush up, grab the hoe, knock it down and open it hard, huh? Potatoes stuck to it? I took the potatoes off one by one, but none of them were complete.

Grandma came over and showed it to me again, only to see that all the potatoes she dug out were intact. It turns out that the position and strength of the hoe are very important. A seemingly simple action, but there is so much knowledge. These are the long-term experience of working people in planting labor.

I found many earthworms in the potato field. I told my grandma, grandma, your potato field is really fertile. Grandma praised me for being clever. Haha, I learned this knowledge in science class. Grandma took me to her broad bean field again. We picked a lot of broad beans, and I also learned how to judge whether broad beans are full or not.

Back to grandma's house, we began to "enjoy" the fruits of our labor. Grandma put potatoes in the pressure cooker, and the pressure cooker purred, as if praising the fruits of our labor. After a while, the potatoes were ripe, and I ate my own potatoes, which felt particularly delicious.

This holiday, I really experienced a rural life. Behind the freshness is my understanding of the hardships and greatness of the working people.

On Sunday, it was clear in Wan Li, Wan Li. My brother and father happily rode back to their hometown-Xinpo Village.

After we got off the bus, we walked into the village, and the cool wind blew head-on, as if welcoming us back to our hometown. A straight cement road opened before our eyes, leading to the village. On both sides of the road, there are rows of tall and beautiful buildings. The face of the countryside has changed too much! Listening to his father, he said, "The houses where villagers used to live were all tile houses, but now they have all become beautiful buildings, and their lives are much better." Behind the front wall of the house, there are green longan trees, mango trees and carambola trees, which are really varied. The trees are full of dense fruits, which makes my mouth water.

When I arrived at my grandfather's house, I saw a hen with a group of lovely chicks foraging on the ground, and there were several cocks fighting beside them. They quarreled as a bee. At this time, Grandpa's little yellow dog came running quickly and joined their fight with barking. The cocks fled in fear and seemed very unhappy. "Let you win this time, and follow next time." I smiled when I saw it.

Grandpa saw that we were back, so he quickly put down his work, caught a chicken and killed it, and prepared meals for us. Soon, the food was ready. My father and I moved the table under the mango tree, and delicious chicken appeared in front of us. My brother and I each ate a big chicken leg and ate it in a big way. The chicken in my hometown is tender and delicious, which is dozens of times more delicious than the chicken in the city. I ate one piece after another. Grandpa said, "Don't worry, don't worry, there are many more!" "

Country It's a Wonderful Life! Let me linger, I almost don't want to go back to Ledong County. I like country life. I am looking forward to the coming holiday and I will return to my hometown.

My grandmother lives in the country. There are mountains and rivers, birds and flowers, lush forests and bamboo, which are very beautiful.

Spring has come, and the bamboo forest in front of grandma's house, after the test of severe winter, finally ushered in the embrace of the spring girl. If you have just had a spring rain and walked into the bamboo forest, you can occasionally hear the sound of Chun Zhu jointing. How beautiful!

In hot summer, swimming in the river and enjoying the cool in the bamboo forest have become an essential activity for children every day. Smart country children also make bamboo into toys. Slingshot, gyro, bamboo dragonfly ... Children's cheerful laughter is everywhere in the bamboo forest. Sometimes children go into the river to catch fish, one here and one there. Grass carp, carp and some unknown small fish. Although the children caught so many fish, they only took one or two small fish home to eat. Put the rest back into the water and let them return to the embrace of nature.

In autumn, fruits and vegetables are harvested. The children are so happy! Every family grows oranges, chestnuts and persimmons ... the children can't help picking some to satisfy their hunger. After the corn was harvested, only corn stalks remained in the field. The children went to play hide-and-seek in the field. How happy they are to hide!

The cold winter came, it was snowing everywhere, and the earth suddenly changed into a white sweater. The children ran out of the house excitedly, made a snowman and had a snowball fight. They had a good time.

Although grandma lives in the countryside, it is as beautiful as spring all the year round. Like a beautiful picture.

Rural life composition 4 Rural life, although there are only a few small houses, the beautiful and moving scene is better than the scenery around high-rise buildings!

People in rural areas like to grow some melons and fruits in their own fields. They have developed a good habit since childhood: grow their own vegetables and eat them themselves, and never borrow others' hands to grow vegetables and eat them themselves. They will also plant flowers and trees in a place called Little Garden. The watermelons there are round and sweet, the trees there are strong and cool, and the pumpkins there are big, fragrant and lovely.

Some families also plant several kinds of flowers, orchids, Chinese rose flowers, impatiens and lilies on the ground in front of their doors. They are open in season and order. Although simple, you can feel several gorgeous scenery in simplicity. Such a unique farm scenery is really unforgettable. Others put up a melon rack in front of the house, planted loofah, and let the vines climb the scaffolding freely. At the moment when the flowers fell, green loofah appeared on the vine. They hung in front of the house one by one, like long green balloons, and were hung on scaffolding by a group of naughty children.

Have you ever seen a flock of ducks driven by people on the river bank? They rushed to the river, flapping their wings in the sun and swimming freely under the bridge. From time to time, they stick their heads in the water for food, and they are not afraid of people coming, because this is their home for many years.

Country life is so colorful! Whether it is windy or rainy, whether it is hot or cold, it will be pleasing to the eye and full of praise!

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the city, I prefer the quiet and leisurely beauty of the countryside and simple self-satisfaction.

Once, my uncle invited us to pick mangoes. Come to Mango Garden, a large area of mango in Huang Chengcheng, with full flesh and green color. Seeing so many mangoes, I rolled up my sleeves and started picking mangoes below. I stood on tiptoe, straightened up, reached out and picked my first mango. After a while, I have picked more than a dozen mangoes. After picking the lower mango, I looked up at the higher place and thought: the mango on the higher mango tree must be more sweet and sour. So, I besieged the highlands of Mango Empire with iron hooks, but they seemed to resist me. As a result, I fell to my knees.

The second time, I thought: jump up and grab the branch, and then cut off the mango. As a result, I just jumped up and failed. I am not discouraged at all. The third time, I wrapped the branches with an iron hook, and then pulled the mango down hard. The mango fell off with a bang. I happily picked up my "trophy" and danced to show it to my friends. As a result, I saw them posing strangely. Some of them are short, can't pick mangoes, and are in a hurry under the tree. Some climb directly to the tree to pick mangoes; Others were hit by mangoes.

Seeing picking a basket of mangoes, we returned home with a full load and tasted sweet and delicious mangoes.

I like busy and prosperous cities, and I prefer quiet and leisurely countryside. I still can't bear to part with you until we leave. The taste of the country is everywhere.

During the holiday, I went to my grandmother's house. There are muddy paths, petite wildflowers and green leaves, and there are vibrant scenes everywhere.

My grandmother has two fish ponds. To tell the truth, it's a bit like xx Lake in xx, one big and one small, with fish in the big pond. My father and I often go boating to pick up corners. Small, there are spotless lotus flowers in the water.

There is a vegetable field directly opposite the house, in which my favorite vegetables are planted. There is also a well in front of the vegetable field, about two square meters in size. That well is different from the present one. It used to "pump out" groundwater from the soil, with a "small cup" on it, first put the water in, and then "pump it out" up and down. However, I cannot "lead" it every time. Whoops, because I am a girl, it is always the result of my incompetence. Depressed!

After the rain, the fresh air on the muddy path came to the nose, and the fragrance of wild flowers lingered around you, and you refused to leave. The grass that was dirty at first suddenly seemed to be reborn, and the young trees struggled tenaciously in the wind and rain. How striking the green branches and leaves are! Birds are also singing at the top of the tree, and the crisp songs and the accompanying rustling of leaves make people feel relaxed and happy.

In the morning, the sun shines into the room through the window. Birds sing from time to time, and cuckoos, swallows and unknown birds sing cheerful songs. That sounds really good. After a while, the rooster sang without weakness, the tadpoles swam happily, and the earthworms turned over. .......

The beautiful life in the country makes me unforgettable.

Rural Life Composition 7 Rural people cook, hoe, chop wood and mow grass during the day, and cook and weave at night. They work all day long, and the most special thing is the beautiful scenery in the country, which makes people intoxicated.

On the way, you will always see many fruits, such as pears, apples, watermelons, peaches, bananas, and the delicate cherries, which will make people drool. If children see it, they will definitely let adults pound it with bamboo poles and leave the fruit for themselves to eat. It's really pleasing to watch them look naive.

People in the country always keep some animals. Besides, the animals are in harmony. The big black dog never bothers hens, cocks and chickens. The lamb and the white rabbit play skipping rope together. Xiaohua Mall and the cuckoo became very good friends. Farmers talk a lot when they are idle. If there is a puppy, a lamb and a few chickens around, it will become a harmonious landscape.

After dinner, sitting under the round table, drinking porridge, eating steamed bread and eating a few dishes, the unique flavor of the countryside entered the mouth. They are not careless in their work. When weaving, they use needles and needles, and when hoeing, their strength is spent on shovels. The more firewood they cut, the better.

Life in the countryside is much better than that in the city, and those working people are admirable.

My hometown is beautiful and fun, so I will be very happy every time I go back to my hometown, and I can't even sleep at night.

Why is my hometown so beautiful? Because there are always many trees planted around my hometown, including osmanthus, pears, apples, peach trees and so on. Every spring, there are many flowers on the tree, including white, yellow, pink, colorful and beautiful. My friends and I often shake the trunk a few times there, and there will be a beautiful "flower rain". Flowers dance in the air like fairies falling from the sky. The grass is swaying gently in the wind, as if dancing for the "fairies" who have just danced. Every time I see this scene. You will feel comfortable all over.

Why is my hometown fun? Because at night, Cricket begins to scream, like a chorus. I can catch many crickets the next morning. These crickets are stupid. As soon as I reach out, I can catch one, put them in a bottle and jump like a funny monkey.

Another interesting place in my hometown is that there are many trees with different postures, some like hunchbacked grandmothers and some like waving children. I like that hunchbacked grandmother very much, because it is easy to climb, and the branches also form a shelf, which can slide down as a slide, which is very fun. My sister Yinmei and I often play colored apples there, and we are very happy.

My country life is very good, right? I love my hometown and the place that makes me happy.

Morning in the country is beautiful.

Walking on the path, the fresh air mixed with a little fragrance of earth came face to face. I thought: this is the real country flavor!

In an instant, I was integrated with the river.

This river is very clear. There are two or three anglers on the riverbank and in the Green Willow Gorge. The wind is blowing gently, but it seems to spoil this wonderful fishing picture. On second thought, I think the wind is an invisible brush, adding ripples to the painting, even the fish are looming and moving! I thought again: this is the real country flavor.

After a while, I was hugged by the field again.

The fields are very fertile. Hard-working people are the creators of this world. Wheat seedlings are like waves! The wind of good things came again, the wheat seedlings danced with the wind, and the wheat waves rolled and rolled ... I couldn't help shaking, as if I were also a wheat seedling. So, I think: this is the real country flavor!

The morning glow greeted me and came to the farmhouse.

The plumes of smoke from the chimney show that people have started to cook breakfast. There are white clouds in the sky, looking up, there are several swallows wandering in the sky; Chickens and ducks swarmed underground, foraging and passing by the door. What a rich flavor of life!

I can't help sighing. Oh! The taste of the countryside is "fishing by the river", "wheat waves in the fields" and "farmyard" … I love this picturesque rural scenery!

It is really "walking in the country, enjoying the scenery and getting drunk here."

One day last summer vacation, my parents and I went to my grandmother's house to play. That trip to the country made me very happy.

That day, after the rain cleared and the river was full, my brother and I went fishing together. When we get to the place, we first fill the bucket with water and leave it for the fish caught. Then, we will catch fish with our bare hands. Catch the fish when it passes by. Suddenly, I saw a fish swimming at my feet. I am very excited and in a hurry. The water splashed everywhere and my eyes blurred. I thought I had caught it. But when I saw it, my hand was empty and I didn't catch anything. My brother burst out laughing when he saw me. I said, "Don't laugh, or you'll catch it." My brother suddenly stopped laughing and said seriously, "If you catch me, you will catch me, but you must cooperate well." I readily agreed.

My brother told me his fishing plan, and then he implemented it. First, we put the bait under the rocks in the river, and then we waited quietly. Suddenly, many small fish swam over. My brother said, "We are separated, one block on the left and one block on the right, and we are approaching slowly, so that the fish have no way to escape." We each pushed forward slowly with a board as wide as the river, and several fish were stuck in a narrow area. When I first caught the fish, I felt that it was slippery and the tail hit my brother right in the face. I'm afraid it's gone, so I'll put it in the bucket at once. According to this method, we caught a dozen fish one by one, and we were really full. At noon that day, it was the best grilled fish rice I had ever eaten, because the fruit I bought with my own labor was particularly sweet.

I like country life better than this river.

Composition for the fourth grade of rural life 1 1 "There are white mountains and white rivers all over the mountains, and the sound of rain is like smoke in the sound of rules. In April, there were no idle people in the countryside, and no sericulture was planted in the fields." Whenever I read this poem, I can't help thinking of the charming rural scenery.

Our family has moved out of the city and lived in the country for nearly two years. We like the countryside, like the air there, and like the earthy atmosphere there.

Standing on the roof of my house, I can see the fields covered with green vegetables in the distance. With the help of Xifeng, I dance beautifully, just like green waves. Walking on the path between fields, I saw the unknown wild flowers on the roadside. These small flowers stand upright, with serrated petals, competing with each other, including yellow, white, red and purple ... colorful and beautiful. I picked a flower and smelled it before picking it. It's refreshing

There is a river in front of the village. People in the village like to wash clothes and quilts here, and they can often hear the cheerful laughter of aunts and aunts. The rhythmic "snapping" sound seems to be playing a brisk beat for the "rural happiness song". The fish swim around them leisurely, as if they were not frightened by their voices and the sound of smashing clothes, which constitutes a beautiful picture of people and animals living in harmony. ...

As the sun sets, the countryside in the twilight is shrouded in summer mist. The fragrance of the earth and the smell of the meals of every household, and occasionally there are cries of mothers calling their children home and cries of babies crying for food coming from a distance. The sound of several puppies gathering for food brought a little life to the countryside. ...

I love the countryside, I love the rural scenery here, and I love the simple natural atmosphere of the countryside.

The taste of the country is unique, the sky is blue, life is simple and the scenery is beautiful.

I spent this week in my hometown, which started my country life. What makes me most happy in my hometown is that no one is in charge, and I can't assign homework after I finish writing. When I finish writing at home, I'll sort it out. If I make a mistake, I will be punished. This really annoys me.

Country life began. Just one week, cherish your precious time. I opened my sleepy eyes and saw grandpa coming. "Get up quickly. Look at the time, just waiting for you to have breakfast. " Grandpa said. It's already seven forty. It's already eight o'clock. I kicked my legs and stood up from the kang.

I staggered into the street and watched the morning in the country. A beautiful picture appeared in front of me. In the endless fields, rows of neat corn can be seen everywhere, which is full of farmers' uncles' expectations for a bumper harvest. Grandfather Sun climbed up the treetops quietly, emitting soft red light, and it was all red around. A gust of wind blew, and a whole piece of corn danced happily and suddenly turned into a green ocean. Weeds grow everywhere, ruining the scenery in front of the house. The flowers in the front and back of the house are still blooming, and the peppers planted by grandma are almost the same, and some of them are still growing vertically. The cool breeze blew across my face, and the fresh air came face to face. The countryside is a good place.

Grandpa's voice rang. "It's time for breakfast." Grandpa said and left again. Wow, even breakfast is so rich. When I was in Zibo, my mother only fried a loaf of bread and heated a glass of milk. There are my favorite fried noodles, millet porridge, cucumber cold dishes, cucumber scrambled eggs and so on. I think it will definitely make me fatter. I like grandma's cooking.

The countryside is not the hustle and bustle of the city, but in the embrace of nature.

13 composition for the fourth grade of rural life During the May Day holiday, our family stayed away from the hustle and bustle of the city and enjoyed the rural scenery of our hometown. Fresh countryside and simple nostalgia are so different.

Walking on the country road, you see a lot of pale yellow daisies and green crops. Chickens and ducks play happily in the fields, forming a quiet and natural picture of the countryside.

Go further, and you will see a small smoking house, which is grandma's house. I can't help but step up and want to get there as soon as possible.

Finally, I arrived at my grandmother's house, so hungry that my chest was stuck on my back. The table was already full of delicious food, including roast chicken, egg cake, fried cabbage and stewed ribs soup ... I wolfed it down immediately, "Oh, it's delicious!" " I casually said that my grandmother was overjoyed.

After lunch, my cousin and I began to play happily. Suddenly, I saw a group of fluffy little yellow chickens, and my eyes immediately focused on these cute little guys. I couldn't help reaching out to touch them. Before I touched a hair on these chickens, the hens bravely stepped forward and rushed over to me, thus starting a game of "chicken chasing people". I jumped on the steps, picked up the broom and waved it hard, thus driving the hen out of the distance, and the game became "people chasing chickens" I ran around the yard, chasing chickens, and finally, I became the final winner.

Delicious food and a cockfight make me linger, and rural life is really happy!

The people in the countryside are simple, the scenery in the countryside is charming, the children in the countryside are cheerful and the life in the countryside is interesting.

One hot summer, my father took me to my grandparents' home to experience country life. We stayed away from the noisy city and entered a small village full of happiness. On the country road, we smelled the fragrance of flowers and fruits, heard frogs singing and saw flocks of cattle and sheep grazing. Everything is full of vitality and poetry. Walking, I arrived at my destination unconsciously. I ran into the house quickly, ready to surprise my grandparents. Unexpectedly, the surprise turned into fright-I suddenly fell in front of the door. I was surprised to see my grandparents, so I quickly got up and said hello to them. After greeting, I will visit this shabby tile house. In the north of the house, grandparents grow organic vegetables, which can provide us with the vitamins we need. To the east of the house is a pasture where chickens, pigs and ducks are raised. To the south of the house is an open land where flowers bloom all year round. At night, everything is so quiet. My father and I are lying on the grass, looking up at the sky, watching the twinkling stars and enjoying this unique farmhouse scenery.

The countryside recorded our laughter and childhood. I like country life!

When I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my brother and I went to my grandmother's house to experience country life.

As soon as I got there, I pestered my grandmother to take my brother and me fishing in the pond. My grandmother couldn't stand my "pestering and beating" and agreed. We are so happy!

Grandma led us to the pond and continued to cook. We took out the prepared fishing rod, bucket and dough and began to fish.

After a long time, the fish drifted away motionless. I suggest: "Let's take a bucket to catch fish in the middle of the river." ? Anyway, the river is not very deep. ""good! I've always wanted to do this! "So, we took the bucket, walked to the middle of the river and caught it. My brother is responsible for catching fish, and I am responsible for putting the fish in the bucket. In a short time, the bucket was full, and the two of us worked together to bring it to grandma's house.

Grandma poked her head out of the kitchen and asked, "How about fishing?" Grandma turned "sunny to cloudy" and shouted: "Change clothes!" When we looked down, it turned out that we had just caught a fish and were so happy that we didn't even notice that our clothes were wet.

After changing clothes, my brother said, "Let's steal vegetables!" "good! Ok! "

We went to the vegetable field, put on the hat on our clothes, "lurked" into the vegetable field, "stole" cucumbers, pumpkins, eggplant and tomatoes, and returned safely to grandma's house under the cover of trees. Grandma said, leave the pumpkin and eggplant and give us the rest.

At dinner, grandma moved the tables and chairs to the front of the house and began to eat. Birds and sunset clouds accompany us.

How happy country life is!