Fourth grade writing composition

In daily study, work and life, everyone has been exposed to composition, which is a narrative way that people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. So how to write a general composition? The following is the composition of the fourth grade I collected for you, which is for reference only and I hope it will help you.

On August 9, a sudden strong typhoon struck.

The typhoon actually blew the garbage to our door in the morning. At that time, when I was lying in bed, I could hear the sound of the typhoon: I couldn't sleep any longer, so I got up and ran downstairs to see what was going on outside. Crazy rainstorm, typhoon from time to time, and the house with the door open and closed, even my dog was scared and kept barking, which I felt terrible. The electricity was still off at that time.

At noon, the electricity came and dinner was served. After dinner, I watched TV, and every news channel released news about typhoons. I chose a TV series to watch, and suddenly; Well, that long voice scared me out of my wits.

In the afternoon, my father tuned the TV to the news channel and I watched it. I didn't expect to be flooded by a typhoon elsewhere. Gradually, the rain subsided, and so did the typhoon. I took the dog to the front door and watched the news.

This is the most thrilling 1 typhoon I have ever experienced.

When I was a child, I was very timid. I always hear anything. I'm scared. My mother is not at home this time, so I have to walk at night by myself.

It's getting dark and the stars are coming out. It seems to be telling jokes with Miss Moon. After school, I picked up my schoolbag and walked out of school slowly. Thought: alas, what should I do if I want to walk at night? I have no choice but to rely on myself. I want to go home before it gets completely dark. But it wasn't long before it was completely dark. I just trembled with fear, and gradually, I walked home at once. When I came to a path, I suddenly heard a sound of "Wang Wang". I ran without looking back, and when I reached a certain distance, I stopped. I was scared to cry. I can't believe it. Looking back, it turned out to be a dog. I laughed my head off. I laughed at myself and scared myself, and finally got home.

I am deeply touched by walking at night this time. There is nothing to be afraid of in the world, only scaring yourself. Difficulties are like springs. Strong is weak, weak is strong. This sentence has always inspired me. I will never be afraid to walk at night again.

Xunzi once said: "You can't take Wan Li Road without accumulating steps;" If you don't accumulate small streams, you won't be a river. " We do things in the same way.

Once, my father and I watched a bicycle race. I watched all athletes despise their dignity and want to be cyclists when they grow up. Dad knew, smiled and said to me, "You can't even ride a bike, so go to the competition. What a toad wants to eat swan meat-wonderful. " "I listened to my father, unconvinced. I said to my father, "Let's go downstairs and see if I can ride! "My father and I went downstairs together. I pedaled for a while as soon as I got on the bus, and it was a long way to go out. Father said nervously at the back: "Slow down. "I listened to my father and thought that my father was guilty. I thought, why should I be slow? I will win. As a result, with a bang, I fell and broke my kneecap. Dad saw it and said, "You can't even ride a bike. You can't ride it well. "I listen to my father's words with an open mind, and now I can hit the road.

Through this, I know that if you set a goal, you must work hard. If you can't, learn with an open mind, don't just talk but don't practice, otherwise it's useless to have more goals.

On the day of writing composition 4 in grade four, I took my exercise book and went to the teacher to correct it.

Unexpectedly, the office was empty and there were no teachers. What shall we do? I'm at a loss. Got it! Take the red pen and change it yourself! So I rummaged through the teacher's desk and found the red pen. I didn't find the red pen, but I accidentally discovered a big secret-the test paper of the next unit!

I glanced through the test paper quickly with a nervous and excited mood and made a general note on the topic. After scanning, I put the test paper back in its original place and carefully sorted out the "crime scene".

Just after that, the teacher opened the office door with a crunch. My nerves tightened at once. "hmm? What can I do for you? " I nervously picked up my exercise book. "I ... I want to correct ..." "Oh!" After the teacher corrected the homework, I drifted out of the office like a gust of wind.

In this way, like an intelligence agent, I quickly stole a "top secret information". I told my "colleagues" the topic, and they all praised my ability, which made me even more proud.

This unexpected harvest makes me feel like an omnipotent "007". But peeking at the test questions is shameless and dangerous ... forget it! Wash your hands of it next time.

Later, it was the test paper! With my godlike logical reasoning and amazing memory, I successfully completed the answer with confidence and handed it in. But unexpectedly, I was still deducted two points, the reason turned out to be that damn paper writing score! Alas!

Today, my mother and I were shopping in the street and got lost.

That day, the weather was fine and we played on the playground. Then my mother came up and said, "Let's go shopping." Jiang Lingjie and I agreed, so we got in my father's car and went to the street.

Jiang Lingjie and I walked into a store, so we avoided grandma. Unexpectedly, my mother looked at it for a while and left the store. But we didn't know, and we hid there stupidly until grandma told us loudly that we were leaving, and we reluctantly came out. At this time, mom and dad came back and said, "Don't get lost." After that, I'm going home. I didn't expect to go in the opposite direction and come to another street. "Oh, we went the wrong way. No wonder we feel more and more wrong. " Cried the mother. So, we walked back and came to a crossroads. We asked a local, "How can I go to Ruoheng?" The man pointed to a road and said, "Go this way." We walked along this road and still didn't see dad's car, so we asked another person, "How can I get to the food market?" We rested in the chair, and after they talked, we finally realized that we were going the wrong way. Later, we finally found dad's car and returned home safely.

Although we lost our way, I will never forget it.

The fourth grade writing composition 6 sunny spring March, the weather is particularly sunny, our family rode to the strawberry garden to pick strawberries.

In the distance, I saw rows of neat plastic greenhouses, and there were pots of red strawberries outside the greenhouse, which made people drool. We bent down into the greenhouse with our baskets in our arms and saw strawberries hanging on the branches at a glance. Some are green, like emeralds, and some are red, like lovely little lanterns.

I started picking strawberries, which disappeared with us like hiding from cats and dogs. I gently pushed away the dense leaves with my hand, and the red strawberries were exposed. I first held the whole strawberry in my hand, then cut off the stem of the strawberry and picked a strawberry. I can't wait to pick up one. I saw it wearing a red skirt with black diamonds and a lovely green hat on its head. I took a gentle bite. The white flesh is so sweet!

I picked it while eating, and my mouth was full of juice. My mouth looks like a red moustache, which makes my mother laugh. My father smiled and said, "Niu Niu is a greedy cat." I took the opportunity to quickly put a green strawberry into my father's mouth, making him grin and tears coming out. I made a face at my father and said, "Dad, you are so old and still crying. It is really embarrassing. " Looking at the strawberries getting higher and higher in the basket, my heart is as sweet as drinking honey.

Picking strawberries is really fun! I found that labor not only brought happiness, but also brought harvest.

Fourth grade writing composition 7 Listen to teacher Wan saying that he will run for the squadron and monitor of our class. The students are all looking forward to this day. I was very nervous and thought: I am the monitor of Grade One. What a shame if I can't be the monitor of Grade Two! My parents were surprised to see me nervous and asked, "What's the matter with you?" I told my parents everything. "It doesn't matter!" They smiled and said, "Just work hard!" After listening to their words, my mood calmed down a little. I got up my courage and decided to give it a try.

There are so many people giving speeches. There are always 23 people who want to be cadres. I am worried: With so many competitors this time, will I be selected? The speech began. The first speaker on the stage was Zhou Jiayi. She introduced herself first, and then said her advantages and plans. The second person on stage is Don. She was well prepared, and her speech was three pages long. Her speech was also wonderful. My heart is tight: will she surpass me?

Although everyone is fully prepared, there are still many people who can't help but get nervous: Zhou Dynasty wearing a red scarf, Wang Jiayi who swallowed a mouthful of saliva when he said a word, Zhou Zhidan who hesitated ... I am no exception. Because I am nervous, I speak very quickly. I wonder if you can hear me clearly. But I wrote the whole speech myself, and I am very proud.

The voting results have not come out yet, so I am looking forward to it.

There is a lonely old man in a small village. Her life is simple and lonely. She is old, her health is getting worse every day, and her legs and feet are not neat.

On this day, the old man saw that there was not much rice in the rice jar, so he had to go out trembling to buy rice. A kind little girl passed by her grandmother's house. The little girl said to herself, "Grandma is old. I want to help her do some work. " As she spoke, she walked quietly into the room. She found that grandma was not at home, but there were still some unfinished clothes in the bathtub. Without saying anything, she rolled up her sleeves, rolled up her trouser legs and helped grandma wash clothes.

After washing clothes, the little girl was about to leave after drying, but she found that the sun was particularly fierce and it was a good day to wash sheets, so she turned into the house again, took the bed sheet, soaked in the water, soaped it, and worked hard for a long time. Her little hand turned red because of hard rubbing. Finally, the sheets were washed, but they were too heavy, and the little girl struggled to wring them out to dry.

Just as the little girl was about to leave, the old man came back. She hugged the little girl excitedly and touched her face with her hand. The little girl bowed her head shyly. At this time, grandma said gratefully, "Little girl, that's very kind of you. You are not a relative but better than a relative! " "The little girl said shyly," Nothing, I just did what I should do. "

Yes! They are not relatives, but they are better than relatives!

On the evening of the 9th, the breeze blew across the sea, and we were having a beach party on the beach of Gulangyu Island. The first game is "Blink". As soon as the biscuit was put on my face, I started to move. I move my nose and mouth. However, just in front of my mouth, cookies flowed through my mouth like oil.

The second game is "heart to heart", and my partner and I began to guess. We have a perfect tacit understanding, and I can guess at once what he does. But a group of people secretly let us guess only three, but it seems that God has eyes to let them guess only two.

Finally, the most interesting game is "Fight for every inch of land", that is, standing on a paper roller and pushing hands with each other. The game has started, and the boys play first. Because the first player 1 instantly killed the second player, I dodged the first player's onslaught again and again, and then seized the opportunity to beat him easily. But the final winner is a high school student. His ability is so great that there are almost no opponents in the next girls' competition. He almost killed the first player of player 1.

The day ended with laughter.

I remember once, my deskmate bought a bottle of correction fluid. I didn't use it. I thought it was fresh and fun, so I deliberately wrote a line and borrowed correction fluid to apply it on it. Hey! It's amazing. From the front, it's really gone. I looked at the reverse side again, and it was strange that I could see the words on the reverse side. Then it suddenly occurred to me, is it like covering up mistakes in my life to change words with correction fluid? Actually, mistakes can't be covered up. Isn't there a saying: "If you want people to know, you have to do it yourself."

Take me for example, I was born with a bad habit of gluttony. My mother always says to me, "No snacks!" But I couldn't resist the temptation and tried my best to find snacks. Found delicious French fries again. When my mother wasn't looking, I bought French fries and came to my house. I gently tore open the mouth of the bag for fear of making a noise. I looked around to see if my mother was nearby. My mother is not in the room. I immediately poured out many roots, and then slowly put the schoolbag into the schoolbag. I picked up a crispy potato chip and put it in my mouth, and suddenly it became soft.

Soon, I ate a big bag of French fries, which shows that I haven't eaten such delicious snacks for a long time. After eating, I hid it under a box. However, a few days later, my mother found the snack bag and told me that no one's mistakes would be covered up. I will never steal snacks again.

The fourth grade writing composition 1 1 It's raining, and the air is filled with layers of mist. The pedestrians on the road vaguely appeared in front of my eyes. Raindrops are ticking on the umbrella. I listen to the duet of raindrops and walk leisurely in the street, as if I were in a fairy.

Just as I was intoxicated with it, a stone blocked my step and let my body lie prone on the wet ground. The passers-by looked at me in surprise, but they didn't mean to help me up at all, which made me feel painful and embarrassed. I tried to stand up painfully, but I was called not to listen to me. "Are you all right?" A kind grandfather leaned forward and said to me gently. My heart was immediately comforted. I looked at grandpa with tears in my eyes. My white hair and brown face are wrinkled, and my eyes are narrowed into a line. When I came back, I quickly said, "Nothing, just a little pain." Grandpa pulled me up. "Sit down first, son, and grandpa will go to the drugstore to buy medicine!" "He looked at me with his granddaughter's eyes. At this moment, a warm current welled up in my heart, and I waited quietly.

After a while, grandpa squatted in front of me with medicine, took out mercuric chloride, dipped some medicine with a cotton swab and gently applied it to my wound. I feel very comfortable. After I was well, grandpa left and watched his back fade away. I saw the medicine and was very moved.

It is still raining. Although it is rainy, it is a sunny afternoon in my heart.

On Friday afternoon, during the second class, I suddenly felt dizzy and my body was particularly painful. I put my hand on my head, it was very hot, so I told the teacher gently. Teacher Xia, the head teacher, quickly helped me to the clinic. After the examination, the health teacher said anxiously, "You have a cold and a high fever." Say that finish, call dad immediately. After a while, my father came in a hurry, asked the teacher about me, helped me put on my shoes and took me to the hospital.

When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor told me to have a blood test. At this time, I am very nervous. When my father saw it, he comforted me and said, "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt after the exam." I whispered, "Oh." After the exam, my father took my hand and said, "Does it still hurt?" I smiled and shook my head: "It doesn't hurt, I'm not a child anymore." Dad patted me on the head and said, "Maybe I caught a cold last night without a quilt!" " "I said," It's possible. " Dad said earnestly again, "Eat more, absorb nutrition and enhance resistance, so you won't get sick easily!" " "I listened to the hard nod. At this time, the doctor read my blood test report and prescribed some medicine for me to have a good rest. I cried happily. "Haha, I am so lucky that I don't need an injection."

When I got home, my father told me to sleep in bed. He made me some medicine. I am very touched to see my father busy! How much my father loves me, and I love my father! This incident will never be forgotten by me.

I have been a charming young lady since I was a child. I always cry when I fail and always wait for my elders to comfort me. However, at the age of thirteen, I bravely healed the wound with my immature hands.

When I was twelve years old, I failed the entrance exam for grade six. I have been hovering in the top five, and my grades actually rank second1in my class. But instead of crying, I swallowed bitter tears.

At home, my elders didn't blame me too much. They said I should think about it myself. I also began to face the mirror and re-examine myself. That night, I tasted insomnia for the first time. After thinking a lot, I only understand one sentence: life is fair, and how much you pay for it will be repaid to you.

In the days to come, I began to preview some courses of grade one in junior high school, buy reference books from bookstores, and try my best to do homework for grade seven. I also asked my sister with good academic performance and changed her usual learning methods.

Finally, middle school life is coming. Remember the last failure and dare not be careless. In the end, I regained my confidence and bravely overcame the setbacks in the sixth grade.

Twelve-year-old time, has gradually left, but twelve-year-old sentiment is in mind, as long as you dare to face setbacks. When we fall down and get up again, we are the strong ones in life.

Finally, I want to say to the twelve-year-old who left: Twelve years old, thank you for letting me learn to face setbacks.

In the past few days, the earth has become dry under the scorching sun, and people all hope for a heavy rain.

In the morning, the weather turned cold. Compared with the previous days, it is colder today. It looks like rain. Clouds in the sky gathered to cover the rising sun. The earth became dark, and suddenly a gust of wind blew and it was chilly. It was so cold that I couldn't help shivering, and the trees were blown down, as if to salute passers-by. The pears on the pear tree swing like a swing.

Finally, it began to rain, and the grass on the grass enjoyed the rain shower. The seedlings became greener under the shower of rain, and the rain was more frightening. The sound of rain and the singing of birds make up a vivid symphony. The rain gathered into a stream, and the stream became deeper, singing and flowing happily into the distance. It has stopped raining for a long time. I really hope it won't rain. It will rain when I get to school.

On my way to school, there is another beautiful scenery. Groups of students ride bicycles to school in the heavy rain and wear raincoats. Other students rushed to school without anything in the heavy rain. The rain wet their hair and clothes. I was deeply moved by their courage, but I didn't think how they could be so stupid. Don't they know to borrow an umbrella from others? If they catch a cold, that's too bad.

What a heavy rain!

There is a white-haired grandmother in a remote village. Grandma's son works in other places, so housework falls on her length.

When the weather is cold in winter, grandma will get up early, make a living by scavenging, and wash clothes and do housework when she comes home at night. ...

Soon, a new family moved into this small village. There is a sensible little girl Yuan Yuan in this family. Seeing that grandma was working hard, Yuanyuan wanted to help, but she was still a little girl. So Yuanyuan secretly made up her mind that she must help her grandmother when she grows up. Time goes by and Yuanyuan grows up day by day. Five years passed quickly and she stopped.

One day Yuanyuan walked to the door. Just as she was about to open the door, she listened carefully to the sound of sleeping. When Yuanyuan saw grandma sleeping, Yuanyuan quietly walked into the room and began to wash clothes. The rhythm of "click click" woke up the white-haired grandmother, who put on her headscarf and came to her. She hugged Yuanyuan in front of her and said kindly, "Yuanyuan!