Primary school composition 1 summer vacation composition for the fourth grade.

I like summer

I like blue because it is the color of the sky.

Blue surrounds us, and a peaceful, soft feeling comes over us. If the earth is the mother who nurtures all things, then the sky is the father who warms the world with his hands. I like the sky. It contains us in a unique way and allows us to live under this umbrella surrounded by blue love.

I like getting wet in the rain, because it is tears from the sky.

Rain is sad because it falls because it misses the earth; rain is sacred because it falls with the sky’s longing for all things on the earth; rain is happy because it not only conveys He misses the sky and nourishes the earth with his own body. I like the sky. It conveys its own emotions in a unique way and allows us to live in this colorful world.

I like to look at clouds because they are the expression of the sky.

Clouds are changeable. Sometimes the sky is clear, sometimes cloudy, and sometimes completely black. When the sky is clear, the wind is gentle and the sun is bright, clear and fresh, which makes us feel that the sky is happy at this time. Because it feels that the distance between the earth and it is getting closer... It is cloudy and sunny, the wind is howling, and the sky is angry at this time, because no matter how hard it tries, the earth and it can never be together, they can only be separated by thousands of years. Looking at each other thousands of miles away... When it is pitch black, there is thunder, and thunder is the sound of crying in the sky. The sky at this time is melancholy. Because he misses the earth but cannot embrace it. I like the sky because its infatuation with the earth is admirable. It makes us sigh that "if the sky is sentimental, the sky will also grow old, and this love will last forever."

I like the sky because it warms me and tolerates me like a father; it enlightens and inspires me like a teacher.

-Today, my mother asked me to learn to ride a bicycle.

I couldn’t wait to rush downstairs, imagining that I would learn it quickly. I came to the garage excitedly. My mother pushed out the bicycle, loosened the screws with a wrench, lowered the armrests and seat, and let me try it out. It was just right. Mom tightened the screws. Place the wrench and close the garage door. We came to the yard. Mom rode it for me first. I watched my mother riding in the yard like a flying swallow, and I felt so envious. I really want to ride on the bike and "fly" around for a while, having a great time.

It’s my turn to learn to ride a bicycle. My mother supported me from behind and ran with the car. I sat on the stool, holding the handrails, stepping on the pedals, looking straight ahead, and pedaling hard with both feet. The bicycle veered to the left for a while, to the right for a while, and almost seemed to throw me off. I was frightened and jumped out of the car. Looking back, my mother was sweating profusely and panting. She took the opportunity to say, "Mom, take a rest!" Mom nodded. I was scared and thought: Why is the bicycle so disobedient? If my mother hadn't supported me, my butt would have bloomed long ago. I'd better not learn from it! But looking at my mother's seriousness, I was embarrassed to say I wouldn't learn...

After a short rest, I started riding again. This time, my mother said: "It's much easier to lift me up now than before." , it seems that your understanding of learning to ride a bicycle is relatively high. As long as you practice more, it shouldn't be difficult..."

After listening to my mother's words, I seemed to see my progress, so "give up" "The thought immediately disappeared.

I secretly determined that I must learn to ride a bicycle!

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