Fourth grade narrative composition

In the usual study, work and life, everyone has dealt with composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (paper). What is the composition you have seen? The following are the fourth grade 10 notes I compiled for you. Welcome to read, I hope you will like it.

Last winter, it snowed heavily. I am particularly excited to see the heavy snow outside, because it is the first time I have seen such heavy snow, and I especially want to go out to play. Mother said, "We can go out and make a snow doll tomorrow."

Finally, I look forward to the dawn. My mother and I couldn't wait to run out. I vaguely saw a figure shaking. My aunt got up. I saw her with little red riding hood, spatula and bucket in her hand. The bucket is full of snow. My aunt said, "Quick, go to the table tennis table. Others are much better, and you will come! " Hurry up! "My mother and I took plastic bags and shovels. My mother helped me with the bag, and I shoveled snow into it with a shovel. After a while, my father came to help, and soon I packed a big bag. There are still a few people collecting snow everywhere!

We put the collected snow on the table tennis table. Dad rubbed a big, hard snowball and put it on the ground to make the body of the snow doll. I made the head of a snow doll. I put the snow doll's head on the snow doll. My aunt quickly took out a carrot and two round little black cloths from home. My aunt put carrots on the snow doll's face as her nose and two round little black cloths as her eyes. I put my hat on the snow doll.

Take a closer look, hey! I really miss me! We took many photos with our own snow dolls. It's really interesting. The snow dolls we made ourselves, the snow dolls we made ourselves and the snow dolls we experienced ourselves can't be described in words. Maybe I will never forget it in my life!

Last Sunday during the summer vacation, Class 6, Fuchun No.2 Primary School and the Sunshine Team of Dengxin Town began to look for red memories. In the morning, we first went to Fuyang Martyrs Monument, where we saw the solemn monument standing tall, which made people feel a kind of respect.

At noon, we came to Dayuan to visit the veteran-Xu Yougen. Their home is very simple, with a living room and a dining room ... Xu Yougen is 92 years old and tall and thin. Although he is old, he still looks very energetic. Seeing our arrival, grandpa was very happy, shook hands with us kindly and touched my head. I feel a warm current pouring into my body. Then, Grandpa Xu Yougen took us to a hall and told us a story about War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression. We also followed grandpa's story and experienced his war years: Grandpa Xu Yougen is 92 years old now, but he is still full of spirit. /kloc-joined the army at the age of 0/7 and participated in the Battle of Myitkyina, leaving scars on his arms through which bullets passed. He has been to the battlefield in Myanmar, crossed the gloomy savage mountain and participated in the Battle of Namkham. The fighting was so fierce that the old man climbed over among the dead. In his view, the secret of overcoming fear and keeping courage is only faith, "defeat the invaders and defend the country." It is said that the Japanese have bushido spirit, and our soldiers in China are also brave in fighting! In that environment, watching the comrades around me fall down one by one, I am ready to sacrifice every day. I have no mind to think about life and death, just thinking about the war of resistance. "Grandpa Xu Yougen said as he gestured, with firm eyes and a serious expression.

After listening to Grandpa Xu Yougen's story, I seem to feel the fierce battlefield, hear the horn of charge and the cry of desperate struggle, and see the figure of risking one's life and forgetting one's death. We should follow the example of heroic martyrs, inherit the revolutionary spirit and fine traditions of martyrs, study hard and exercise hard from childhood, and shoulder the mission of realizing the great Chinese dream when we grow up and contribute to building a harmonious society.

I feel bored today. I looked at the steamed bread on the table and my brain was broken.

When my parents were away, I took a big bite of delicious steamed bread. I blocked a big steamed bun as a cover where I had bitten. I said to my mother who works next to me, "Mom, mom, aren't you tired of working next to me?" You are too busy. Come on, have a delicious big bag, okay? ""well, I want a steamed bun! "When my mother picked up the steamed bread, she found that one piece of the steamed bread was actually concave, and then my mother found the trace that I bit off." Really. "Mom said discontentedly. While my parents were not in the living room, I took another bite of the steamed bread, then turned the two steamed buns upside down, put them on top intact, and put the bitten ones on the bottom. I know my mother already knows that the other one was bitten by me, and she will definitely eat another steamed bread. I think so, too. Mom told dad about it, but dad didn't believe me. He went to the plate to have a look. Picking up one steamed bun after another, my father was blindsided, and there was a bulge at the bottom of both good steamed buns. I laughed at the side. Dad smiled and said, "Haha, that's a bad idea. "

Another time, we went to grandma's house and I had a big dinner. He ran to the balcony to see if anything was taken, grabbed the ginkgo on the table and quietly put it in grandma's socks. I put another ginkgo in another sock because it was not enough. A week later, we went to grandma's house. I can't wait to ask grandpa, "Grandpa, did grandma find ginkgo in her socks?" "No wonder, as soon as she put it in, there was a bulge. When she took it out, she found a ginkgo in the other sock!" I thought it was grandpa's socks! ""It's your grandmother's. "

This is me.

The person I admire most is the traffic police uncle. He tirelessly guards the traffic safety every day, regardless of the cold and heat, standing on the platform full of justice and guarding the traffic safety!

Today, I went out to buy breakfast early in the morning. I saw a traffic police uncle on the road, directing traffic there. After buying it, I ran back and couldn't wait to ask my father, "Uncle Traffic Police is standing there working now. Does he earn a lot of money? Has he eaten? " Dad replied, "No, no, they are for the safety of drivers and passengers of thousands of families in Qian Qian." They have to go to work all day, and they can only change their posts at night and only rest for three or four hours. "I listened and nodded with admiration.

After lunch, the sun was shining and burning (it was summer). I went to the original place again to see if the traffic police uncle is still there. I thought while eating ice cream: I must have gone home in such a hot day. I was shocked when I got there. The traffic police, wearing that thick traffic police uniform, directed traffic on the podium, although I didn't know what to direct. Suddenly, a rickety Xiangqian Che came, and the traffic police immediately directed the left and right cars to stop and then rushed to the front. Right in front of the car, the car knocked him to the ground, and I froze. The traffic police uncle stood up hard, followed the car, slowly reached for the movable window (which was open), controlled the steering wheel and opened the door. After opening it, the driver was covered.

I met a selfless traffic policeman today. The person I admire most-Uncle Traffic Police!

My grandmother's family runs a small bookstore. Every day after school, I go to my grandmother's house by bus. At my grandmother's house, I put down my schoolbag and talked to my grandfather like an underground party. Then I went to the small bookstore excitedly. until one day ...

"Ding, Ding", the one-day course ended like this. I took the bus to my grandmother's house again. As usual, I put down my schoolbag and told my grandfather that I was going to the bookstore.

"Well, turn left here," I said as I walked. After a long time, I saw the huge signboard of the restaurant next to the small bookstore and the pitifully small signboard of the bookstore. I walked into the bookstore without hesitation.

In the bookstore, I took a book called Science of Terror, then went to an obscure corner and read it with relish.

After a while, I seemed to see my grandmother from the corner of my eye. Afterwards, I was picked up by a pair of big hands. I looked up and saw her. Grandma took me home and beat me up immediately without saying anything. Therefore, I never dare to go to the bookstore again, but my mother is very supportive of my study. With her here, I can go to the bookstore.

I remember when I was a child, I often heard adults say, "I'm going to drink northwest wind." The ego is curious: what is the northwest wind and is it delicious? I asked my mother with these doubts. My mother said, "the northwest wind is the wind." How can I drink? " But I don't think so. What's that smell? Mom didn't make it clear either. Don't adults often say that they drink northwest wind?

With such confusion, I made up my mind: Do I have to try it myself? It happened that I heard the weather forecast that night that there would be a northwest wind tomorrow. I thought about it all night: I'd better try it myself.

The next day, I made an appointment with my best friend. We came to an empty place, which is the best place to drink northwest wind. We waited here early for the arrival of the northwest wind. We spread our postures and opened our mouths to welcome the arrival of the northwest wind. After a while, the wind really came and blew hard. After drinking for a while, I smacked my lips and said to myself, "I don't think I smell anything." I asked my friends again, and they all said the same thing. It seems that the northwest wind really doesn't taste good, and it has no taste, neither sour nor sweet, I thought silently.

When I get home, my stomach hurts like a war. My mother looked at me and asked me, "What's the matter? Have you caught a cold？ Did you go out to play and drink the northwest wind today? " I blushed and nodded. Mom smiled, you silly child, you really know how to drink. It's all right this time. You not only make yourself have a stomachache, but also bring trouble to your friends. "

Looking back now, I feel very funny. Now I finally understand what it means to drink northwest wind. However, if I had listened to my mother, would my childhood have lost a lot of fun?

Today is the second day we came to Purdue Mountain.

In the morning, I was sleeping soundly and still dreaming. My mother came to wake me up. I turned a blind eye and said sleepily, "Why did you wake me up so early?" I'm still awake! "Then I closed my eyes again. Mother said softly, "then you can sleep slowly." "I went to see the sunrise!" "Really?" I feel refreshed and not sleepy at all. I rolled out of bed, brushed my teeth, washed my face and got dressed. When I was getting dressed, I couldn't wait to ask, "When shall we leave? I can't wait. " Mother said, "Get ready and start at once."

Along the way, I jumped, laughed and shouted, and I was very happy. It's not far from the beach. I can't help it any longer. I broke free from my mother's hand and ran quickly to the beach. I saw the waves rolling, so I hurried back. Mom also came and told me to take off my shoes and play in the sea. I quickly took off my shoes and went into the sea to enjoy the pleasure of the sea. It's past six and the sun hasn't come out yet. That's weird. Maybe the sun won't come out today. I thought to myself: forget it, it seems that I don't have this kind of pleasure today, so I'd better enjoy playing with water! Standing on the beach and looking at the endless sea, I feel really comfortable.

Later, the sun didn't come out. It is said that it is cloudy today, and the sun can't come out, so we have to go somewhere else to play. Although I didn't see the sea, I don't feel sorry at all. I will always remember this moment.

In my childhood, there are many things worth remembering, but one thing is still very clear in my memory.

It happened one summer when I was five years old.

My father taught me to draw with a brush that day, but I didn't want to learn at all. "I don't want to draw, you play games with me." I said to my father coquetry. Dad agreed, and I climbed on him happily. We played for a while, so it's time for a nap. My father and I slept on the mat, but I couldn't sleep at all. I looked at my father, who was fast asleep! At this time, I saw that my father's eyebrows were very long, so I immediately ran to get scissors. I only heard a click, and my father's eyebrows were actually cut off by me. At this time, I climbed on the mat and thought, will dad hit me when he gets up? I fell asleep thinking about it.

I was awakened by the sound of "ah". I ran to the bathroom. Father saw his eyebrows cut off when he was washing his face and looking in the mirror. Father asked me what was going on. I grinned and said to my father, "I think some of your eyebrows are too long, so I cut them off." Dad said helplessly, "You!" I said to my father, "Don't worry, your hair will grow back after you cut it, and your eyebrows will certainly grow new!" " "

Dad smiled and said, "You silly child."

My childhood is worth remembering and cherishing, but I will never forget it!

On a morning when birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, my mother and I are walking happily under the osmanthus tree. I inadvertently looked into the grass, and suddenly, a small black shadow flashed in front of me. When I looked carefully, it turned out to be a grasshopper. He shouted excitedly, "Mom, look, there is a grasshopper here." I want to catch it! "

"Oh, great."

I sprang across, pointed at the grasshopper and quickly buckled it, but the little grasshopper jumped nimbly and slipped away. Mother kicked the grass and said, "there, there!" " "

"Where, where?" I asked anxiously. Finally, I followed my mother's finger and found this sly little grasshopper. I crouched down slowly, carefully extended my hand to the grasshopper, and then quickly stopped. I shouted excitedly, "I got it, I got it." I walked excitedly to my mother with the trophy.

"Mom, look-"I quietly opened my hand a little, revealing a small gap. "ah!" The hateful little grasshopper took the opportunity to fly away. It stopped on a blade of grass not far away and proudly kicked its powerful hind legs, as if to say, "You can't catch it, you can't catch it!" " "I thought to myself: Today, I must catch you! Finally, I managed to catch this little grasshopper again.

Later, I summed up some experience, and I caught a child. One, two, three ... "Wow! Mom, I caught seven, three publics and four females! "

"You're amazing, little guy!"

When I got home, I put them in a small ventilated box. After careful observation, I found that their tentacles grow on the top of their heads like street lamps. Two small eyes are bulging like blisters, and there is a small black spot inside, which is probably its small eyeball. Mouth is like a barb between body and head. Grasshoppers are still wearing green "armor", which is very imposing. Its two powerful hind legs are like two big springs, which can make it jump very high and far.

Grasshopper is really an interesting thing! However, I decided to return them to Mother Nature's arms tomorrow.

If memory has an unforgettable taste, I think it must be the taste of amaranth red soup bibimbap. If I savor it carefully, I will never forget it. That rich fragrance contains the taste of happiness, filled with the taste of happiness given by my mother.

Hot summer is a good season to eat amaranth. When I came home from school at noon, my mother made a red rice ball, red amaranth soup. She just took it out of the kitchen, and I cheered "Thank you, Mom" and happily took it. I put the rice balls on the table and watched them again and again. I saw two red rice balls in the shape of Hellokitty, and the rice grains were pink. The "bow" embedded in the "ear" of the rice ball is looming and very cute. A breeze blew, and the smell of red amaranth and the mellow smell of rice in the rice ball poured into my nose, which made my appetite big. I carefully held the rice ball to my lips, and the fragrance was stronger. The unique fragrance of vegetables is like a cloud, lingering around my nose.

I'm a little reluctant to eat this art meal! But I can't resist the delicious temptation of rice balls after all. Picked up chopsticks and took a sip. Every grain of rice is full of the flavor of red amaranth soup, and it still retains a hint of rice fragrance. After chewing the rice, a special fragrance filled my mouth. The aroma is getting stronger and stronger, as if at that moment, rice grains slipped from my taste buds, leaving only a trace of red amaranth fragrance on my tongue, which is endless.

These two rice balls are delicious, delicious and nutritious. More importantly, my mother stuffed my love into the rice ball. The red rice ball is full of mother's flavor, warm and long, lingering in my memory and becoming its own unique flavor.