Four-stage cleaning composition

In study, work or life, everyone has dealt with writing. Writing is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed and concise language that one can understand to a developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is the fourth grade clean composition I collected for you for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

The bell of the fourth grade 1 "Tintin" rings. As soon as the teaching assistant announced the class was over, the students all picked up small buckets and ran to the sink. Needless to say, everyone should know what to do! Yes, it's cleaning!

Before our head teacher came, our classmates came back with a bucket full of water. Everyone is rushing to do it. We are all working at the same time, which may be the teacher's silent command!

"Rinrin Bell" Bamber urged. The head teacher then walked into the classroom. Under the teacher's command, we started the ground battle. Before that, I was ready to win.

We started the water attack first, spilled water all over the floor, and then tried our best to brush it with a brush. There are many people who use semi-enclosing method. They assign themselves to the places where they fight, and then help others fight after winning. There are also some people who use the middle breakthrough method ... hitting the ground is a victory, but the power on the other side of the water has not retreated at all. I fought with Yu Yingya before the war, and the head teacher saw that our strength was greatly reduced, so he went out in person. With the efforts of the class teacher, the power of water is getting smaller and smaller, and gradually disappears ... we will not let go of the enemy in the dead corner. Many students in our class took part in the wrestling. Wipe with a rag; A brush that is brushed with a brush; Some students simply dig by hand; There are other students. ......

Although cleaning is very tiring, we all think it's worth it. Because, we exchanged hard sweat for a clean and tidy classroom.

The Spring Festival is coming in the second year of the fourth year, and every household should do a thorough cleaning. Today, our family will have a big cleaning.

First of all, read the whole book. There are books on the table and on the floor in our house. How long will it take! At this time, the clever sister came up with an idea: "Let's play a game to see who can fix it quickly." Seeing that my sister has started to clean up, I am not to be outdone, but also clean up. After we finished, we were out of breath. Mother added: "Put the Chinese book and the math book in the second volume of my grade together." I want to play, but I'm busy. I looked for it for a long time and finally found it. My sister wants to find his book, but she can't find it anywhere. She cried for a long time about it. My mother and I can only clean the table. I have helped my mother carry water and wash the rag. I have carried water 7749 times. I am very reluctant. My mother seems to have read my mind. My mother said, "Carrying water is also a very important thing. How can it be clean without your water? " After telling the truth, I was practical, and finally we finished cleaning.

What a tiring day. I'm not tired to see it clean, and I feel a little uncomfortable in my heart.

Today, my mother took the whole family for a general cleaning.

At home. Everyone was moved. Grandma cleans the windows, dad vacuums the floor and stairs, mom cleans the bathroom and bedroom, and I clean the balcony and then help others.

Everyone works hard and the room is full of noise. The creaking sound of window cleaning, the thunder of vacuum cleaner and the rustling sound of broom sweeping the floor played a symphony of labor. Hey, where did the buzz come from? Oh, it's mom tuning the radio! My mother listens to the radio every time she cleans in the bathroom.

I also started cleaning the balcony. When I got to the balcony, I was dumbfounded-there was a thick layer of dirt on the balcony floor. How terrible! Without saying anything, I picked up a basin of water and sprinkled it on the balcony, then picked up a mop and started. One hour ... two hours ... I spent four hours cleaning up. At this time, my back aches.

It was not until this cleaning that I really realized how tired my work was, so we should pay more attention to the workers around us: grandma, grandpa, sanitation workers ... Although very tired, if I clean it very well, I will be very happy and have a sense of accomplishment. In a word: "Labor is the most glorious!"

Early this morning, the strong sun shone directly into our house through the glass. Seeing such fine weather, my mother and I decided to start cleaning.

We prepared cleaning tools together, and then, after my mother finished her work, a special cleaning began. First of all, my task is to tidy my room. First of all, I put books in bookcases and schoolbags, as well as various pens, erasers and pieces of paper. Put the usable classification into the pencil box, and my mother told me to throw it into the trash can if it is not used. Now, only dust and paper scraps are left. At this time, I began to wipe with a rag. After a while, the rag was blackened by me, which was ugly. I immediately washed it with clean water, so I washed it over and over again, wiped it over and over again, and finally completed the arduous task given to me by my mother. I am very happy. At this time, I saw that my mother's work was more difficult. There are so many other rooms that I am almost cleaned by my mother. I helped my mother clean the rest, went to my mother's side and saw her cleaning the most difficult kitchen. I stood and squatted for a while, and my mother was so tired that she was sweating. In a short time, all the rooms were spotless by my mother and I, and the rooms suddenly looked neat and bright.

My mother and I looked at the fruits of our labor and smiled happily. The golden sunshine still shines on our warm home, but it is cleaner, fresher and warmer than before.

When the New Year arrived, my family began to clean up. Mom said that spring cleaning is to sweep away the bad luck of the year and go to the old to welcome the new.

Our task is to clean up and assign our respective jobs. I can clean the sofa, my sister can clean the room, my mother can clean the kitchen and bathroom, and my father can clean the windows and balcony. The work is assigned, so let's get started.

I picked up the detergent for cleaning the sofa and sprayed it evenly on the sofa. Then I picked up the sponge and rubbed it back and forth on the sofa. Every corner has been spared. After cleaning, I wiped it with a dry soft cloth and waxed it. Finally, it's done. I said happily, "I finished the task as quickly as possible." Great! Mom said. After the task was completed, I felt sore and tired in my arms and legs.

I saw my sister tidy up the room, one book after another returned to the "home", and the clothes jumped into the closet in an orderly way.

Through the efforts of the whole family, my home has taken on a new look. Looking at the clean sofa, room and bright windows, I feel unspeakable happiness.

This morning, the teacher said to us, "We are going to have a big cleaning this afternoon, and everyone should bring a rag." We argued and said, "Good!"

When I got home, I asked my mother, "Mom! Is there any cloth at home? " Mom said, "Yes, on the balcony." I said, "Oh! I know. " I found the cloth, washed it and went to school.

When the students arrive at school, the teacher assigns us a good job first. Some people clean windows, some people clean walls, some people sweep the floor, some people mop the floor ... the students are doing their best. I'm in charge of cleaning the walls. I'm cleaning. Suddenly I saw a yellow dot. I wiped it, but it won't come off. They seem to say to me, "You can't erase me, haha." After listening to this sentence, I seem to gain a lot of confidence, so I dipped the cloth in a little water, and then wiped those yellow spots, which became more and more weak. They seem to say, "Stop rubbing me, I want to live on the wall for another year." I was so confident that I finally wiped those yellow spots clean. My classmates also try their best to clean their own hygiene.

Through this incident, I understand that we should have confidence in everything, we should not give up a little when we encounter difficulties, we must persevere and victory is just around the corner.

The next morning, the school broadcast said that our class got a hundred points in the school health appraisal, and the students were very excited.

I like cleaning.

When the new year came, our family began to clean up.

Mother is responsible for cleaning the furniture. Mother holds a rag in one hand and carries the cleaned items in the other, sometimes bending down and sometimes straightening up. The furniture will be wiped clean in no time. Look at dad again. Dad is responsible for cleaning the windows. Standing on a high ladder with a magnetic glass eraser in hand, wiping it skillfully. Dad rubbed the magnetic glass, one sucked in and the other sucked out. First, he rubs left and right, rubs up and down, and exchanges back and forth. Dad works very well. Not to be outdone, I quickly picked up the broom to sweep the floor, but Mao Mao on the ground flew around as if he were against me.

I had a brainwave, found a watering can and sprayed some water on the ground. Mao Mao Jr. can never fly again. I swept the floor smoothly. I immediately picked up the mop and began to mop the floor. Halfway through, I was panting and sweating. But at my insistence, the floor was finally clean. The family looked at the bright room with a satisfied smile on their faces.

In the eighth summer vacation of grade four, I cleaned my composition and went crazy for several days. I saw the house in a mess, especially the room. My desk and windowsill are full of my toys and books. There are many scattered toys and pieces of paper in the corner of the ground. My mother and I decided to clean up. My task is to clean my own room and walls. There is a layer of dust, oil smoke and killed moths on the wall of the kitchen. I washed the rag clean, sprayed detergent on the wall and wiped the dirty place several times, so it was easy to clean it. There is also a layer of dust on the glass of the antique shelf, and I have carefully cleaned the edges and corners. Although these jobs are not as heavy as my mother's, they have kept me busy all morning. The hardest thing to clean is my room. My mother bought me four new toy boxes. I first put the toys in four big toy boxes. I put books in bookcases and schoolbags, and there are many kinds of pens, erasers, pieces of paper and so on. I put the usable classification into the pencil box and throw it into the garbage bag. Finally, there is only a layer of dust and debris left on the desktop, countertop and ground. I began to wipe the windowsill and desktop with a rag. The original white rag turned into a black rag after wiping. Let me repeat it.

The rag is washed and wiped repeatedly before it is clean. I finally know how much dust there is in the air. I have to clean it often. After a busy day with my mother, our home has become neat and clean again. Through this cleaning, I learned that after playing with toys and things, things should be put back, not piled up, and the room should be cleaned frequently.

I am very happy to clean with my father and brother today.

I remember when I was a child, the most lively thing before the Spring Festival was cleaning. Family mobilization, mother is the director, and everything is arranged and distributed by her. Women at home are responsible for cleaning and washing, and men certainly give full play to their own strength. Tinkling, the family is in full swing. Although tired, no one has ever been a deserter, and even the youngest brother is babbling to help.

We have always had the habit of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, so it is essential to clean up every year. But everyone is very busy, just like my mother, and they haven't rested now. Busy, but cleaning is still necessary. There is no time, what should I do? Nothing, looking for housekeeping.

It seems convenient to ask the housekeeper to help clean up. Indeed, I can give my family a general cleaning without delaying my work. However, I always feel that something is missing. There is no happiness that seems to be nothing, but a happiness that only exists in the family. Faint, such as the thin rain in autumn in the south, you really can't find it if you are not careful. Yes, what is lacking is such a kind of happiness.

Clean up the composition Grade 4 10 What a nice day today! The learning state is also very good! I am in a very good mood, too! There is still a class coming to an end, and the teacher said that we should clean up, in order to make our learning environment better.

The teacher asked me to tidy the garbage basket. The garbage basket dodges left and right, but it can't escape the fist of the door every time. It said to me, "Oh, dear! I'm exhausted. " The garbage basket rubbed his head with his own hand, as if it hurt.

I said to the teacher, "the garbage basket has been sorted out. What else needs to be sorted out?" The teacher said, "Go and clean the glass." Let me see, ah! Why are there so many stains on the glass? He frowned and said to me, "Look, I have spots, and you still don't love me. Tired. " The glass stamped its foot straight.

I finally cleaned the glass. I saw not only dust but also scraps of paper on the floor. I haven't mopped the floor yet! It spoke again: "Look at you, I guess how dirty you are. Stepping on it is too outrageous. " The floor pouted and became angry. I quickly swept the floor and dragged it up with a mop.

Although I am very tired today, my heart is full of joy, just like eating honey, because my fatigue makes the classroom environment better.

Cleaning composition level 4 1 1 Today is Sunday, my parents are not at work, so I decided to have an annual year-end cleaning. My mother gave me the task of sweeping and mopping the floor. Hearing this, I rolled up my sleeves, took my tools and prepared for war.

I'll sweep the floor first, with my left hand under the broom and my left hand above it. I bent down and stared at the egg-sized broom head, carefully sweeping the floor bit by bit. If there is dust that can't be swept away, I will scrape it off carefully with iron ruler. If you don't clean once, sweep again. In a word, I will succeed. We should not only sweep the floor, but also sweep it out in order. We can't scan vertically here and there. If you scan vertically, you always scan vertically. After my cleaning, the home has been clean.

I started mopping the floor below. I bent down, my ass up, my eyes as big as bowls, staring straight at mop head. Of course, a bucket of water should be prepared to mop the floor! There are two requirements for mopping the floor: one is to mop it clean; Second, we should delay in order. If you want to drag it sideways, just drag it sideways. Through my efforts, my family can reflect the shadow! Do you know where the dust went? Look at that bucket of water, wow! The water was clear when it was first poured out, but now it is dark. So the dust ran into the water!

I was sweating profusely after I finished, but I was very happy because I tasted the joy of labor!

The fourth grade 12 winter vacation has already started, and my family has an unchanging "tradition"-cleaning.

I get scared when it comes to cleaning. Every time my mother cleans, she throws away a lot of things, all small cards and toys, without mercy. Therefore, I have always had a lingering shadow on cleanliness.

But this winter vacation, my mother was merciful and asked me to throw away some useless things properly, as long as the room was clean and tidy.

My heart is full of joy, and it will start soon.

After careful consideration, I found that there are many things that can be sold as waste, such as discarded old-fashioned paper rolls and unwanted small pieces of paper. According to the classification method my mother taught me, I first put the magazines of this semester together, and then folded the school supplies that I can use next semester and put them in the drawer. Finally, I just tidied up all the painting tools I usually play. Basically, these three categories. Now, the desktop is much cleaner.

At this time, I noticed the pen container, which was dirty and messy and difficult to clean. I can't help but get scared.

No choice but to tidy up slowly, sharpen pencils and throw away waterless pens ... who let me have a clean mother?

After a long hour and a half, my room finally took on a new look.

Looking at the clean and tidy room, although tired, reluctant to part with those gadgets, but looking at the clean and tidy room is very satisfied.

Clean Composition Grade Four 13 Today, our class had a general cleaning.

We prepare curtains and brushes, and then each person is responsible for a floor tile, mainly cleaning it. Those of us with buckets took a little washing powder from the teacher, then took half of the water, then dipped some foam in the brush and began to brush. I pretended to dip some foam in the brush, chose a floor tile and began to brush. Look at others, wow! What a quick brush! No, I have to hurry. I dipped a lot of foam at one time and began to brush hard! Brush! Brush! When it's finished, wow! Cleaner and faster than others! Look at others, haha, not as fast as me! After brushing, there is nothing to do, just playing with bubble water. At this time, someone finished brushing and told the teacher. After reading it, I got up and went to the teacher. After the report, I thought I could go to the playground for a while, but as a result, the teacher assigned another task-brush other places clean! I'm really' dumb to eat Rhizoma Coptidis-I can't say how bitter it is'. I picked up the brush again and began to brush. For a moment, I was so tired that my back ached. It's finally finished! I almost jumped three feet for joy!

Alas, this cleaning is really tiring!

Today is the weekend, and my mother and I are going to have a big cleaning. It's easier for me. I just need to tidy my room.

As soon as we got up early in the morning, we began to be busy. I cleaned out all the unnecessary things in the drawer first. Wow, there are a lot of dirty things in the drawer! I found curtain cloth, paper, broken tape and so on in the drawer. After finding a big bag, I saw my mother looking for several bags, all of which were rags, old clothes and broken boxes. Alas, even my "secret warehouse" was discovered by my mother. It was really "picky"!

When my mother came to check my room, she asked me if I wanted this or that, and I said yes. Who told me to regard everything as the apple of my eye? Mom joked: "If this continues, garbage trucks will visit us frequently every day."

After finishing, my mother pondered how to make the house look better. The next morning, after I finished the interest class, I thought all the way, "How did Mom decorate the house?" Is it the Red China Festival or my painting? "When I got home, I excitedly ran up the stairs and opened the door to have a look. Wow, it's beautiful! Mother put a few pots of flowers and plants in the living room, and the family suddenly became lively. The grass is so fresh, it looks very comfortable, the prize money is so beautiful, and it gives off a charming fragrance. I couldn't wait to photograph this charming fragrance with a special camera.

After cleaning, I have a small wish that our home can be so clean forever!

The fourth grade 15 is in the class culture corner these two days, so today's class meeting is dedicated to cleaning. When the teacher assigns tasks, I never clean the windows. I want to clean them myself. When the teacher said window cleaner, he said the last window was hopeless. The teacher even said that Wang Yuchen and I were cleaning the windows. That window is near the classroom. There is no corridor outside. The following is the place where the school puts bicycles. If it falls, it will. ...

I was very happy to receive this task, so we cleaned the windows that could be cleaned in the classroom first, and then it was very exciting, that is, stepping on a wall less than one meter wide and cleaning the windows in unprotected places outside. I have a good balance and am not afraid of heights, so this is naturally a small case for me. I stood outside (of course, there were other girls outside) and saw many classmates, both men and women, looking at me with envious eyes and warmly reminding me not to fall.

Many boys are very gentlemanly to help me wash dirty rags and pass clean rags. This makes me feel a sense of accomplishment. When I finished cleaning, I saw that the thick black dust in the window seam was wiped away by me and restored its original luster. That's when I really felt a sense of accomplishment. Seeing the thick dust, it turned white and clean again, and my sense of accomplishment was bursting!

I don't know if you've ever experienced that feeling.