Chunyu fourth grade composition

In our daily life, writing is the strangest thing for everyone. With the help of words, people can reflect objective things, express their thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is the composition of the fourth grade of Chunyu that I helped you organize for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Spring rain fourth grade composition 1 tick-tock ... a wonderful voice attracted me. Ah, it turned out to be raining.

The spring rain falls in the river. Ding-dong sound, as if the spring girl is singing happily, the fish on the water are swimming happily and the water is rippling. What a beautiful spring scene!

The spring rain falls in the Woods. It sounds like Miss Chun is playing a wonderful piano music. Every emerald leaf and flower heart is dissatisfied with the beating water drops. They roll slowly, roll for a while, gather for a while, disperse for a while, jump around naughtily on leaves and flowers, and the grass and flowers are small. Thanks for the nutrients that the spring rain brought to them.

Spring rain falls under the eaves. Just like Miss Chun's concert, those little drops of water roll around like crystal clear pearls. It's really beautiful.

The spring rain falls in the fields. Both the wheat seedlings and the grass poked their heads out and thanked Miss Chun for the pure nectar. They soon grew up, and the farmer's uncle smiled happily.

The spring rain falls on the flowers. Tick-tock sound, like playing music, is very clear. Is it a charming flower fragrance, refreshing and intoxicating?

Ah, Chun Yu, you have given so much selflessly. I really like you.

Spring rain composition 2 Spring rain falls like a wisp of silk on the earth, weaving a furry carpet.

It is like a flower needle, like cow hair, and it covers everything like a cloud. At this time, there are no ants crawling on the ground, let alone birds playing in the air.

Rain fell into the water tank, like a pearl, occasionally splashing a few blisters. How carefree and quiet it is. Listen, sasha, sasha. Isn't that what the pianist is playing? Rain hits green leaves and petals, making green leaves greener and flowers redder.

On the road, some people are holding umbrellas and others are riding cars. Look, there is a group here and a pile there. There are old people, children, young people and girls. They walked out of the house one by one, refreshed and relaxed. They are as fresh as spring.

Flowers are blooming and trees are green. The sun rises and the river rises. Everything is happy.

Continuous spring rain, like milk, moistens the whole earth and the whole spring.

Spring is beautiful. The plan for a year lies in spring, and the plan for a spring lies in rain. Spring rain is as expensive as oil.

We should cherish spring and education like spring rain.

Grandpa Dong left us quietly, and the beautiful spring girl is coming to us gently.

"Sasha Sasha ..." Spring rain "quietly" underground. I walked out of the house, and look, the rain is like cow hair, like a needle tip, secretly woven together and sprinkled on the ground. This spring rain is like wet smoke, covering the earth and nourishing everything.

The drizzle like cow hair fell gently on the flower, and it smiled happily. All kinds of flowers become more colorful. Their delicate petals are washed clean, and pearl-like raindrops roll on the petals and shine in the sun, as if the spring rain were jewelry for the flower girl!

Smoke enveloped the roof. Fish, still floating gently. Close my eyes, I seem to see the wheat seedlings in the field, and the cauliflower is sucking the dew of spring. Under the nourishment of spring rain, wheat seedlings grow taller and greener, and vegetables bloom fresher and more brightly. The farmer's uncle will also laugh happily. It's really "spring rain is as expensive as oil"! The rain gradually stopped, and I went to the balcony, and a fresh air came to my face. Looking around, the grass is green, standing there, the leaves are wet. Young trees spit out buds, and in the breeze, they seem to be combing their freshly washed hair. They smiled and swayed from side to side, and after the baptism of spring rain, they looked particularly beautiful. ...

Watching and thinking, I can't help but whisper Du Fu's poem: Good rain knows the season, what happened that year. Sneak into the night with the wind ... ah, I like spring rain! In this hopeful season, I must also study hard!

On Saturday, March 20th, there was an overwhelming spring rain. It rained around three o'clock in the afternoon.

At first, the spring rain was falling, and people didn't care too much. They were still walking on the sidewalk in a hurry, but at four or five o'clock, the sporadic light rain turned into a downpour, and pedestrians on the road quickly ran under the eaves to hide from the rain. Rain drops down the eaves, like a pearl with a broken line, and suddenly becomes a stream under your feet. The man who took shelter from the rain was planted and his shoes were soaked in water.

Looking up at the sky, God seems to have no intention of letting the rain stop and shook his head helplessly. In an instant, a flash of lightning pierced the sky like a sword, followed by deafening thunder. In the crackle, people fled everywhere like frightened birds. After a while, the rain stopped and people hurried home.

It didn't take long for the heavy rain to start again, and the pedestrians on the road had no time to dodge, so they were soaked through. God really: I thought I wasn't having fun enough. I played such a small joke on people and embarrassed them. At this time, the cars speeding by on the road splashed with water, and people passing by carefully propped up colorful umbrellas, leaving the whole city at a loss.

At night, the lights are on, and the night is misty. God may be tired, the rain is getting smaller and smaller, and gradually, it has stopped. But the water drops are still singing and falling drop by drop.

A sweet spring rain is over.

Grandpa Dong left quietly, leaving the beautiful and kind-hearted spring girl to take over. Miss Chun is like a magician in essence. She makes the grass greener. Small flowers are more beautiful; Wicker is softer; Bring a soft spring breeze; Intermittent spring rain ...

This spring rain, like a thin hair, fell without feeling at all, and immediately turned into a small drop of water, which was particularly comfortable. This rain is like a gentle mother, which makes the flowers and plants on the roadside taste its sweetness and taste.

This spring rain falls like a fine embroidery needle, but it doesn't feel sharp pain. It's like a tall and strong father, making the willows on the roadside grow sturdily.

This is like an elf in nature, which brings a feeling of happiness to the earth and us. This rain brings moisture to crops, and in autumn, it brings happiness to farmers. Let them feel that their efforts have not been in vain!

This rain is the most beautiful in nature. When I saw the spring rain outside the window, I felt a misty feeling. They are jumping around happily outside, which makes me a little jealous. They are like fairies, as if they want to play with them.

If you ask me what season I like best, I will tell you without hesitation: spring. Because I love spring, I love spring rain more.

A continuous spring rain fell silently on the earth. Grandpa Dong quietly left us, and this spring rain seemed to be the messenger sent by Miss Chun to announce the arrival of spring.

The spring rain is as fine as a feather; Spring rain is like a girl's embroidery needle; Spring rain is not so fierce as summer rain, so biting as autumn rain and so biting as winter rain. The spring rain falls in the field, and the wheat seedlings in the field open their hazy eyes from the tightly wrapped bedding and enjoy the moisture of the spring rain; Spring rain fell on the grass, the grass stretched out, and a little green head leaned out from the arms of mother Furong. The spring rain and the warm spring breeze came to the orchard. Peach blossoms, pear blossoms and begonia flowers … red, white and purple … were colorful and fragrant, and willow branches sprouted under the moisture of the spring rain. The spring rain fell on the pond, and the pond that was imprisoned by the hard ice began to flow again, and the fish jumped as if they had started a new life; The spring rain fell on the children, and the children took off their thick winter clothes; Spring rain has spread all over the world, and the whole world has put on beautiful spring clothes.

Spring rain brings vitality to nature. You are the messenger of spring, nourishing everything. Spring rain, you have brought new expectations to people!

Li, ... like a wisp of spring rain, it is woven into a carpet of "spring".

The rain rustled down in Mao Mao, and the beads of rain strung into a big curtain, covering everything like smoke. The clever fish jumped out of the water and jumped around.

Spring rain, sprinkled on the leaves of buttonwood, danced like a girl; Draw an equal sign on the beam, and the rain drips down the tiles, falls to the ground and seeps into the fertile land.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, spring rain falls on people's hearts. An old man stood in the rain, letting the rain fall on his head, but smiled as if to say, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil!" " "

Rain, a beautiful and gentle girl, seems to touch people gently. Colorful flowers smile in the drizzle, moistened by the spring rain, and crystal clear.

Occasionally, a cool breeze blows in the rain, and the spring breeze obliquely blows drizzle, which hits people's faces and makes people feel relaxed and happy. The spring rain covered the earth with a layer of white gauze. Green old banyan trees, beautiful flowers and green willows are so green and lovely after being attacked by spring rain.

Spring rain drops gradually, drops gradually ... I would like to turn into a drop of spring rain to nourish people and the earth.

Early in the morning, I just got up and looked through the window. It's cloudy, as if it's going to rain.

When school was over at noon, it began to rain lightly. It's drizzling, the breeze is blowing gently, and the rain is oblique and thin, stroking my cheek, feeling cool and comfortable. Slowly, it rained harder and harder, dripping like a broken bead, and soon the raindrops became lines, falling from the sky like thousands of waterfalls.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring comes." Look, the spring rain falls on the earth, moistening the soil and awakening everything. You see, the spring rain falls in the wheat field, the wheat seedling sucks its milk, and the dead leaves are full of vitality at once, revealing a long-lost smile; The spring rain falls on the willow, and the willow branches draw out the tender buds of goose yellow, stretching the soft branches and floating in the wind; Spring rain falls into the pond, and small fish jump happily on the water, welcoming the arrival of spring rain with the most beautiful dance; The spring rain falls on the lawn, and the grass sticks out its head tenaciously and enjoys the watering of the spring rain. Where the spring rain falls, it presents a lively scene. It's really "spring rain is as expensive as oil"!

After a spring rain, flowers are swaying in the wind, fish are jumping in the water, and streams are singing tinklingly ... Spring rain not only nourishes everything, but also nourishes my heart. How I wish I could melt in the spring rain and bring people the warmth of spring and the joy of harvest.

I love spring rain, and I love this beautiful and fresh nature even more.

Spring Rain Nine sasha vujacic Grade Four Composition, sasha vujacic, a rain fell from the sky, and a group of happy little angels came to the world. They fell into the wilderness and enjoyed themselves. The sleeping grass heard the sound, got out from under the quilt and danced together in this boundless world. They came to the garden and played "Music". Sister Wall was awakened. She rubbed her eyes. When spring came, she played with raindrops. Xifeng sent them to the river. They danced on the ice of the river and sent the ice girl away from the river. A group of small fish saw the raindrops and shouted happily, "Spring is coming! Spring is coming! " .

I was doing my homework when I saw the spring rain and asked my friends to play with me. In the rain, we ran after each other, slapped, talked loudly and laughed. Spring is coming to us step by step. My little rabbit DuDu can't stay any longer. She chewed this for a while, chewed that for a while, and looked up from time to time to let the light rain drop on her head, as if to let Sister Yu hit him in the face.

Spring is a vibrant season, and spring rain is his most dazzling highlight.

I can't describe the way I used to watch the rain. It's falling, rustling, a dream, a poem with an epiphany, a pleasant rain, and a lingering feeling. That's probably how it feels. I can really get wet in the rain, but I dare not. I can only stand under the eaves and think quietly.

"Flowers are withered, and raindrops fall at dusk." The crystal clear space is not just a touch of sadness, but the sound of dark clouds flowing and listening to the rain: gentle, quiet, elegant and simple. ...

Rain is nothing more than the most common in this Jiangnan area. Especially in this Qingming Festival, it never stops. No wonder "it rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." But this ordinary rain has captured the hearts of many literati. Some people "write all their worries in one inkstone", some people "rain washes away autumn light", some people "misty rain all their lives", and some people "rain is as thin as silk". Who doesn't love rain, a scholar who has knocked on the door of history and traveled all over China for five thousand years? They must have experienced rain, otherwise where did the quatrains come from? Thinking of this, I can't help leaving the eaves and stepping into the rain step by step for fear of disturbing its rhythm.

Chunyu Grade Four Composition 1 1 Today, Miss Chun and her good friend, Yu, met us for the first time.

When I was at school, there were no dark clouds in the sky. I never thought it would rain. When I came to the classroom, I saw that many students had brought umbrellas. I thought, "Will it rain?" The idea flashed through my mind, but when I looked out of the window, the originally clear sky seemed to be covered with a layer of black gauze and became dark, which lifted my heart.

After the first class, I went out to have a look. The drizzle hangs in the air like countless silkworms' filaments, and thousands of fine filaments are woven into a thin net, which makes us daunting. Seeing this moment, I can't help but be afraid. Why is it really raining?

In the fourth class, watching it rain like a broken bead outside, I had to bite the bullet and go to the information class. I tightened my body and rushed to the north building like a rocket. Fortunately, I'm not soaked, but my school uniform is a little wet.

The worst time is still far away, and I am also responsible for not watching the weather forecast. After school, I watched the rain not only stop, but also get heavier and heavier, and I couldn't help sighing. It's raining harder and harder, as if God had been beaten and kept crying. Out of the school gate, the rain was overwhelming and sweeping, but we couldn't move and had to be watered.

Naughty rain, I hope you can come when I want. Anyway, you made me feel terrible today.

Spring hasn't arrived yet, but the spring rain has already begun.

Spring rain is like a naughty elf, holding a small bell given by her mother in spring to wake up the creatures who have been sleeping for a long time. Father Lei picked up his heavy drum and banged it hard to cheer for the drizzle. A light rain came to the world with the blessing and joy of spring.

Spring rain came to the world and fell on branches, leaves and puddles, hardly making a sound, for fear of disturbing small animals. Light rain dripped on the pond, making a tinkling sound, as if to say, "Spring is coming! Spring is coming! " The spring rain shook everything from sleep.

Spring rain is also very comfortable, soft and cool, mixed with the breath of spring. Spring rain is neither as violent as summer rain, nor as busy as autumn rain, nor as cold as winter rain. It contains beauty, happiness and vitality, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. The arrival of spring rain excites nature!

Spring is my favorite season, and spring rain is my favorite rain. It's also amazing. Just like Teacher Jin Bo said, "Even those raindrops will become magic, and when they fall to the ground, they will immediately become mushrooms!"

In the fourth grade composition 13 "sasha vujacic ...", Teacher Chun Yu quietly planted countless rain dolls on the earth, sweeping away the dust of Mother Earth. Watered the flowers and trees and gave them a refreshing bath; Fish have more friends at home and they swim more happily. ...

I woke up in my dream, and I don't know when it began to rain in Mao Mao outside the window, but I couldn't hear a sound, as if nothing had happened. It's really "moistening things silently"!

Although spring has come, it is still very cold. Some plants seem to be shaking in the cool breeze. "It's too cold ..." At this time, the spring rain came, so give them a warm "hot bath". They are very comfortable. What a "crisp spring rain"!

Some dying plants are very thirsty. How much they want to drink water. When they were all thirsty, Miss Chunyu scattered the sweet rain and dew she brought to the earth. All the plants that drank enough water were full of energy and said excitedly, "Thank you, Miss Chunyu!" " Miss Chun Yu smiled knowingly when she saw them happy. It's really "spring rain is as expensive as oil"!

Looking at the way Miss Chunyu helped others outside the window, the plants on the balcony couldn't help laughing happily. They straightened their backs, became greener and more lush, and were all moved by Miss Chunyu's unknown spirit.

Unconsciously, our thick cotton-padded jacket took off and the flowers woke up again. That's because-spring is coming! It is said that the spring in Jiangnan is beautiful, the weather is sunny, the mountains are blue, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the peaches are red and the willows are green. However, I think spring rain is the soul of spring. Without it, everything will be lifeless.

In the sunny spring rain, I walked along Xuanwu Lake outside the city gate with an umbrella. The misty scenery of spring flowers reminds me of Su Shi's words: "Spring water is half a city, misty rain is a thousand flowers."

In the rain, the vegetation is lush, the streets are clean and the buildings are spotless. The whole world is like an elegant ink painting, full of poetry and painting. At this time, you will think of the old saying that "the spring rain doesn't cross the bridge, and the boat pulls Liu Yin", and you will see the beautiful scenery of "four hundred and eighty halls in the southern dynasties, and how many towers are misty and rainy", and you will think of the misty scene of "the water is bright and sunny, the mountains are empty and rainy" on the West Lake in Hangzhou-

Walking into the rainy world of spring rain, looking up at the sky, enjoying the "duet" of spring breeze and spring rain, and enjoying the touch of spring rain, you will feel cool, gentle and beautiful. This thin silver spring rain weaves the love for all things between heaven and earth and the affection for the world.

People say "Spring rain is as expensive as oil". Indeed, the spring rain is precious. It dyes the willow branches green and the flowers red. It sends warmth and care to the world.

Oh, the spring rain is continuous.

Spring Rain Grade Four Composition 15 "sasha vujacic ..." A burst of rain came from the window. Ah! It rained, and the spring rain finally came in my expectation.

I leaned against the railing and looked around. The spring rain is thin and dense, such as silk, fog, smoke and dust, and everything around it seems to be covered with a mysterious veil. The air becomes fresh and humid. I can't help reaching out my hands. Raindrops are in my hands. It's so cold and comfortable

Slowly, slowly, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it gradually becomes a water curtain in the air, and I can't see anything clearly. People are floating in a white world. The rain rushed into the arms of Mother Earth. Spring rain falls on the grass, which provides enough water for grass seeds, so that it can add a new green to the world as soon as possible; The spring rain falls in the field, and the wheat seedlings greedily suck the sweet milk; The spring rain falls on the flowers, and the flowers are particularly delicate and charming-the rain washes the earth and washes away the dirt, leaving a bright and beautiful place.

At this time, people walking in the rain with colorful umbrellas formed a magical "garden in the rain". The flowers in the garden are colorful, including yellow, white and red-colorful and very beautiful!

"Tick-tock …" Raindrops hit the railing and played wonderful music. After a while, the rain dripped from the railing again, like a broken bead. Later, when there was more water, it formed a trickle, like a miniature water curtain cave. How interesting!

"Good rain knows the season, when spring comes." I like this continuous spring rain!