Hometown spring fourth grade composition

No matter in school or in society, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is a sample essay (selected 1 1) for the fourth grade in my hometown for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Spring in my hometown 1 Spring is full of vitality and amazing, and the spring in my hometown Pingdingshan is still fresh in my memory.

Spring in Zhanhe River is very beautiful. The trees by the lake are like soldiers guarding people's safety. The grass and flowers by the river are still growing tenaciously in the strong sunlight. Birds in the sky are singing, as if to say hello to people. The sparkling water reflects the beautiful scenery of zhanhe in spring, and the beautiful scenery will stay here as picturesque as ever.

The spring in zhanhe is beautiful, and the ecological park is even more refreshing.

Walking into the ecological park, a fragrance came to my face. It turns out that there is a peach blossom garden in front, and the flowers in Momo have fallen. We lay on the ground covered with peach blossoms, and the aroma was refreshing. Then I came to Reed Lake. The wild ducks in the lake are running among the reeds, as if playing hide and seek. The willows on both sides of the lake are combing their hair, which is very beautiful! On the road by the lake, people are absorbing the breath of spring. Children are flying kites in the open space, and kites are enjoying the beautiful scenery of the ecological park. Seeing this scene, I can't help thinking of the poem "I can't wait to know the east wind, it's always spring"

The bright sunshine shines on this city, the tiles on high-rise buildings are flashing, the beautiful overpass is flashing, and the zebra crossing on the road is shining in Huang Chengcheng. On campus, the garden exudes the breath of spring, and colorful flowers bloom on the roadside flower pond. Flowers are fragrant, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant!

This is the spring in my hometown, which impressed me deeply.

Spring in my hometown and the cold winter passed, and Miss Spring opened her sleepy eyes.

Miss Spring awakened the sleeping grass, and the grass poked its lovely head out. Blown by the wind, those are spring eyebrows. Wild flowers in the mountains are colorful. They seem to tell us that the spring girl has passed here, and the wild flowers here are the eyes of spring. Young leaves on the tree. That's the note of spring! The birds in the tree "twittered" as if to say, what a beautiful spring, some are flying happily in the sky; Someone is feeling the beautiful breath of spring; Some bask in the warm sunshine and are very cute. The stream has thawed, and it is growling. It was spring laughing at us.

Spring is also children's world. The children took off their cotton-padded jackets, picked up kites and ran out of the house. The wind doll is blowing and the kite is flying high. The wind doll is very happy to hear the children's laughter. On the grass, some children are playing hide and seek; Some children are playing running; Some children like playing football.

Small fish swim around the river in small groups. Newborn tadpoles seem to be looking for their mother. Frogs croak on the lotus leaves, as if to say that children should come to their mothers. Lotus leaf is really like a big emerald disc, and it blushes happily, adding infinite vitality to the river.

When I came to the hillside, the wild flowers on the ground seemed to walk into the sea of flowers, lying soft and fragrant, and the rabbits ran out of the hole to find food. They are jumping in the sea of flowers, very cute.

I love my hometown, especially its beautiful spring!

Spring in my hometown is in the eyes of city people. Spring is just to see the buds growing on the trees and hear the birds singing on the ground, but I can't see the beautiful scenery of spring in the countryside.

In my hometown, one of my favorite things to do is to take a walk on the path beside the field. Because only there can I feel the true beauty of spring. Walking on the path, the spring breeze blows slowly, caressing my face like a girl in spring. Looking left and right, the endless fields are endless, giving people a relaxed and happy feeling. Walking into the field, the ice beside the seedlings has slowly melted, showing a scene of spring coming. Interestingly, there are two buffaloes playing with each other, and some sparrows rest on the backs of cows from time to time. Perhaps this is the most natural spring scenery. The arrival of spring is not only reflected in the natural scenery, but also in the breath of spring, which needs our human beings to reconcile. You see, Spring Festival couplets and lanterns are posted on the doors and windows of every household, which is a scene of jubilation.

Spring in my hometown is really beautiful. It turns out that buds have grown on the bare trees, and groups of children are playing by the roadside. How happy the farmers are when they all go to work and sing and work at the same time! Looking at the vibrant scene in front of me, I can't help but sigh: "What a beautiful spring!"

Spring composition in my hometown 4. The warm wind blows gently and the flowers are overflowing. Ah, intoxicating spring. Warm wind caresses the face and gently rolls up homesickness; Yan whispered with a local accent. This warm wind, this Yan language, stirred my heart and broke into my dream. It was a string of memories of my hometown.

During Tomb-Sweeping Day, every family planted willows. When picking willows, Qing Xiang folded them on the tree and I picked them under the tree. Then, together with Qing Xiang, he held the willow flute which was a bit astringent and bitter, and blew out the "meowed" sound. So spring opened my sleepy eyes in the melodious sound of willow flute.

On such days, we can run carefree, run carefree and laugh unscrupulous.

When you are tired, it is better to lie on your back on the hot land than to "dream in blue" and look at the blue sky quietly. I swim like a white sail on the blue sea and dream of a long trip. In the field, there are green wheat seedlings and golden rape flowers.

It is beautiful all around. Should we be in heaven?

A mile north of the village, there is a long and wide river. The banks of the river are covered with tall berm trees, and there is only a thin layer of sand and gravel in the bottom water, and the water plants are swaying gently in the turbulent water waves.

The magnificent night of the bright moon is intoxicating and the stars are bright.

The bright moon left at night is a beautiful dream, the mountains and rivers left far away are selfless dedication, the spring left in autumn is a happy harvest, and my childhood left me colorful memories.

I love the spring in my hometown, which adds a memory to me. ...

There is a beautiful stream in my hometown in spring. When spring comes, it becomes an amusement park for fish. The fish in the stream are full of happy laughter, and the plants beside the stream are swinging their beautiful postures happily in spring. This stream is their warm home.

Spring has come, and the stream has become a beautiful botanical garden: small flowers, big trees and water baths. Competing with all kinds of flowers and trees. Under the breeze, flowers sing beautiful music with the wind, sand-sand-sand, flowers can't help dancing and pleasing to the eye. These flowers are so beautiful that they give off a faint fragrance! Like a goddess descending to earth. Then there is our lovely Miss Liu. She is very angry when she sees us and welcomes us with singing and dancing. Soon, Miss Liu threw the braid into the water and washed it. The water bath pot in the clear stream is as green as pieces of jade, and that beautiful green makes my eyes cold. Fish swim freely and happily in the stream, coming and going like embroidery needles. The fish jumped up and down from the water, plopping, listening to rhythmic music, and the trees and flowers began to dance again. The little frogs were shocked. For a long time, frogs played together.

This is a stream in my hometown.

Spring in my hometown is coming, everything is reviving, and the earth is full of vitality. My hometown Qing 'an is also developing towards science and technology.

In the park, ice and snow melt into river water and gurgle under the bridge. The willow swaying in the wind by the bridge seems to have taken off its gray coat and will put on a green spring dress, looking at its soft long hair with the flowing river as a mirror. As if proudly saying, "Look, I am more beautiful than any of you!" " A breeze blew gently, and the tall and straight poplar leaves rustled. Poplar seems to say, "what is beauty! Are you as strong as me? " Twitter. Who is singing? It's a little sparrow playing in the air.

This road is straight. Plain. The clean street is lined with trees. In the flower bed in front of the tree, there are graceful flowers competing to open. Blooming among flowers. Bees. Butterflies are busy ...

Spring in my hometown is both beautiful and charming. I love spring in my hometown!

Love my hometown-Qing 'an more.

Spring in my hometown woke up in my hometown. The blue of the sky is like washed water. White clouds are floating. Clouds swim in the empty blue. In the warm sunshine, the trees are green, the grass is green, bloom is dead, and the swallows fly back. Children are running in the wide world with kites. Groups of sheep on the hillside are kissing the fragrance of flowers and plants, and magpies are chirping on the old poplar trees at the head of the village.

Unknown fish swim around in the pond, occasionally a few dragonflies swim around in naughty water, and big white geese float around on the water. A spring breeze blows, the blue waves on the pond surface sway, and the reeds at the water's edge sway with the wind. In an instant, a flock of waterfowl flew up from the reeds in horror.

In the field, the rape flowers are fragrant and elegant, and the golden color is particularly gorgeous, as if wearing a wedding dress for the earth. This is the world of flowers, the factory of bees, and the paradise of love for flowers.

In the village, the clear smoke from mother's cooking has risen, gradually bringing a fragrance around the house. Approaching the yard, several old hens blushed and groaned, the pigs in the pigsty hummed endlessly, and the puppies ran around the yard. What interesting little guys! In fact, they have smelled the delicious food cooked by their mother. They want to tell their mother not to forget them for lunch.

Everything in my hometown, all the small animals in my hometown, has always been so clear in my memory. I am attached to the beauty of spring in my hometown, because that is the world where I grew up. I am attached to the beauty of spring in my hometown, but I always leave in the warm spring season in bloom.

Spring in my hometown My hometown is in Xinjiang. Although the spring in Xinjiang comes very late, you have a different feeling when you walk in.

Spring in Xinjiang is the season of melting snow and ice, and the snow on the roof and eaves has melted. Melting snow water flies down from a height, and the sound of falling from a height makes a "tick" sound, which is very crisp. The stream originally formed a "glacier", but it has already made a "ding ding" sound under the ice. But why is the mountain still white? Walking in, I saw some snow water on the mountain peak melt into water and fly down from the cliff, like thousands of shining silver chains and thousands of blooming Bai Lianhua. At the foot of the mountain, it flows into the stream and flows far away.

Gradually, gradually. The weather is getting warmer and the warmth of the sun is coming. The ice in the stream melts into snow water, and the snow water on the mountain gradually melts into snow water and flows into the stream. Miss Chun came quietly with grass and small trees. The grass shows its green head and is reading the novel world. The young tree pulled out the green branches and grew green leaves, as if dancing. Swallows came back from the south and stood on the branches singing. The duckling croaked into the water, turned into the water for a while, swam out for a while, and the small fish was on the other side of the river, jumped out for a while and turned into the water for a while. The puppy said, "OK, that's great, one more!" " "

I love my hometown. Its scenery is beautiful all year round, but I prefer my hometown in spring.

My hometown is a small mountain village surrounded by mountains, where the scenery is beautiful all year round. I love the lush midsummer, I love the fruitful late autumn, I love the winter wrapped in silver, and I love the warm spring with a hundred flowers!

When Miss Chun came to our side, everything here was full of vitality. Flowers wave to us, grass nods to us, and the tree welcomes us into spring with open hands and a smile.

Look, the stream at the foot of the mountain is silver. It feels warm, not as bitter as winter. A flock of ducklings are frolicking in the stream. No wonder the poet said, "The Prophet of Spring River Plumbing Duck"! The flowers and plants on both sides of the stream weave a colorful wreath for the stream, which is very beautiful. Looking around, all the trees on the mountain have pulled out green branches, and the singer Miss Bailing stood on the treetops and sang the praise of spring with a touching voice. Swallows came from the south, chirping and accompanying Miss Bailing. They dressed up together for spring.

Peach trees, pear trees, apricot trees ... you won't let me, I won't let you, competing to open. Peach blossoms and apricot blossoms are pink, and pear blossoms are snow-white, which has become an ocean of flowers, attracting many bees and butterflies. Bees work hard to collect honey on it, and butterflies dance on it, forming a beautiful spring scene.

The farmer's uncle, who had rested for a winter, also carried a hoe and happily went underground. From their sweat, I know that they have sown hope for another year! It's really "a year's plan lies in spring"!

Spring in my hometown makes me feel full of vitality, fresh vitality and new hope.

Spring in my hometown 10 Spring came, birds began to cheer and flowers began to smile. Spring is a vibrant season, and I like it.

Spring has come, and the grass has climbed out of the warm "bed" and is green. From the scene, a large piece is yes. The grass is soft and comfortable to lie on. The flowers shyly showed a long-lost beautiful smile. Birds are twittering in the branches, singing the melody that turns around, which makes people intoxicated. Suddenly, my father-in-law Lei seemed to have a sore throat, cleared his throat, rumbled and rumbled, and it began to rain slowly. I quickly hid in the pavilion and continued to enjoy the beautiful scenery. Flowers and plants nodded to me in the rain, as if to say, "It's so comfortable to take a bath!" " After the rain, the roof of the house was covered with a mist, but only the leaves were very bright green. The crystal drops of water on the leaves sparkle like bright diamonds. Some of them are blinking, some are playing, some are rolling on trees, rolling, and accidentally falling into a small puddle, making a ticking sound. A spring breeze blew, as if combing the messy hair of willow trees. At night, there are few stars in the sky, only one moon is embedded in the bright starry sky like a jade plate, and the willow tree looks very calm in the moonlight. These constitute a beautiful spring night picture.

Spring in my hometown is really beautiful! No wonder so many people like spring, so do I.

Composition 1 1 "sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic ..."

There were waves of wonderful music in the bamboo forest behind the village. It turned out that Xifeng was playing the "natural violin", and the touching melody pulled me and brought me into the bamboo forest. "Oh, how beautiful!" I can't help but praise. When spring comes, bamboo leaves show a faint new green, which seems to reflect the green of the earth. Red wild strawberries are swaying in the wind, colorful wildflowers are emitting faint fragrance, and the sharp heads of spring bamboo shoots emerge from the soil one after another. Coupled with the crisp songs of birds, the bamboo forest in my hometown presents a unique and vibrant scene.

Walking inside, bamboo is gone, wild strawberries are gone, but there are many green maples. They stand on the roadside like sentries, and you will feel very comfortable when the spring breeze blows over your face. If you are in a bad mood, a walk in LAM Raymond will definitely sweep away the haze and make you feel happy.

A few tens of meters further, there is a green tea garden. The spring breeze swept the tea leaves, and waves immediately appeared in the tea garden. Wave after wave, the "rustling" sound is getting louder and louder. I looked up, and Xia Hong was hanging in the sky!

My hometown, Tiedian Village, is so beautiful. It is a "natural violin" that plays harmonious notes. Be sure to come and see us when you are free!