The breath of spring fourth grade composition

No matter in school or in society, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which can vent their emotions and adjust their mood. So have you ever studied composition? The following are six fourth-grade compositions about the breath of spring that I have compiled. Welcome to share.

The breath of spring 1 the fourth grade composition is spring! Everything is revived, and spring blossoms! Let's feel it together!

Spring, the most energetic season of the year! It makes us feel the purest moment in the world. At this time, the flowers are blooming, the grass is green, and everything is washed by spring. That little flower is colorful and colorful, as if to say, "I am the most beautiful, I am the most beautiful!" " "The grass is green as jade, and one is strong. It's really "wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze is blowing high"!

Walking on the way home, there are many small flowers with petals spread around, and those flowers are more beautiful against the green grass!

When I got home, I asked my mother, "Mom, mom, which season do you think is the most beautiful?" Mom immediately blurted out: "Spring, of course, because mom thinks spring is the most beautiful." . "I smiled slightly and then ran into my room. Lying on the windowsill, looking at the scene downstairs. At this time, a puppy is defecating on the lawn. I immediately ran downstairs and cleaned up the stool. Then he said to himself: don't let this shit ruin this beautiful scenic line! "

Yes, how beautiful spring is!

The smell of spring 2 In the spring of March, the spring breeze slowly blew the mountains green, wrinkled the water and messed up thousands of trees. She is a melodious and crisp bird sound, and a piece of fragrance is intoxicating; She is the dew on the tip of the green grass, a touch of rosy clouds on the red flower; She is a gentle breeze and warm sunshine.

Approaching the apricot blossom forest, a faint fragrance came to my face and suddenly refreshed me. Looking at it, it is like a red cloud. Approaching apricot trees, the spring breeze flutters and thousands of branches sway. As the petals stretch, the color changes from thick to light. The apricot flowers are like snow, jade, yarn, dream and fog. The blooming flowers are like the veil of a girl, light and transparent. They naughty and eager to appear from the mother tree's arms, hoping to see the beauty of spring. Clusters of newly sprouted flowers and bones, like newly awakened babies, pursed their mouths and waited for a kiss from Miss Chun. They bathed in spring and experienced the baptism of winter. With the wind, petals are flying all over the sky, and pieces of petals are spinning and falling from the air, dancing like butterflies, and can jump in front of my eyes inadvertently. The fragrance of flowers drifted with the wind, and the faint fragrance was intoxicating.

Approaching Taoyuan and looking at the peach tree is like a fairyland on earth. Looking around, it seems that a butterfly stopped at the tip of a flower, and it seems that Miss Chun inadvertently left a woven wreath on a branch. Looking closely, jade peach blossoms have different shapes, some are in bud, some are half open and half closed, and the stamens are scrambling, as if they have exhausted all their skills; Some have all bloomed, as if they were competing for beauty. A fragrant and charming breeze is blowing slowly, and the refreshing fragrance makes me intoxicated. Petals fall like fairies, and beige petals spread a carpet on the dark soil.

Walking, the peach blossom paved a road and disappeared. I looked up and saw a tall magnolia tree standing in front of me. I stood under the magnolia tree, feeling the gentle touch of the sun, the breeze blowing, the petals overflowing, a flower quietly landed in my palm, sucking gently, and a faint fragrance of flowers filled my nose. Looking up at the elegant magnolia tree, the lush branches are full of white jade flowers. Looking closely, thousands of magnolia flowers are bright and beautiful, like an elegant Jiangnan woman, crystal clear. She has no lively green leaves, only the petals of flowers are clear and moist, quiet and open.

The spring rain is falling, and the rain drops on the dark soil, making a pattering sound and emitting a fresh fragrance.

The smell of spring 3 Spring has come quietly.

I remember that a few days before the Spring Festival, Mao Mao suddenly thundered, and then it began to rain. When closing the window, my mother shouted to me: Yun Yun, come and see, this is the first rain in spring. My mother and I ran to the window and watched the rain outside.

Mother wants me to hear the difference between this spring rain and summer rain. I closed my eyes and listened, hey, this spring rain is so gentle. I have to listen carefully to hear: click, click. My mother asked me what Tang poetry can describe the sound of spring rain. Inspired by my mother, I remembered what Tang and Du Fu wrote: Good rain knows the season. When spring comes, it sneaks into the night with the wind and moistens things silently. What a vivid description! The spring rain came to us unconsciously.

Mother wants me to see the difference between this spring rain and other seasons. This spring rain is so thin, like a sieve, and light. In this way, spring came.

Mom asked me again, do you know what spring rain means? Mom said, how important the spring rain is to everything, and the farmer's uncle's bumper harvest in a year depends on the moisture of this spring rain; I quickly said that there are still grass and trees waiting for the spring rain to sprout. Isn't there a saying that spring rain is as expensive as oil? My mother praised me for speaking well.

I like spring, which is my favorite season among the four seasons.

Today, I rode my "Blue Leopard" (bike) and went to the suburbs to play with my father.

The bright sunshine shines on the body, warm, and the wind blows the wicker and caresses the face, which is soft. I pulled a wicker conveniently. Ah, the green elf poked its head out of the branch. It seems that in a few days, they will become willow leaves

We came to the river, and I looked into it. The ice and snow have disappeared unconsciously, and the endless ice and snow seems to be yesterday. The water waves rippled on the surface, and the aquatic plants at the bottom of the river showed great vitality. "The Prophet of Warm Water Duck in Chunjiang River", a group of white ducks are taking a bath by the river, shaking water drops from time to time and singing "Gaga" happily, and several companions on the other side of the river also echo.

The farmer's uncle on the roadside has left home and worked hard in the fields. Dad said they were going to grow watermelons. Sweet watermelons are planted by their hardworking hands. I looked at Junong's figure and sincerely thanked them. An old uncle has taken off his cotton-padded coat and wiped his face from time to time. ...

Spring has quietly come to us, and the plan of the year lies in spring. Hard-working farmers' uncles have been busy with the autumn harvest. We can't let naughty spring dolls wander away in vain.

The smell of spring is coming!

On Sunday, my parents and I went to the garden to feel the breath of spring.

Just walked down the steps, the aroma of Stark Chan came to my face, straight to my face. At first glance, I saw a big magnolia tree hanging like a bell. I couldn't help but take a brisk step and take a closer look. Pink "little bell", with a half-open mouth, is naughty, happy and shy, and rides lightly on the branch. The breeze blew, and the branches trembled as if they were about to fly away. When I turned my eyes, I suddenly saw a large and small magnolia tree around me. There are pink, white and purple magnolias on the tree, some are in bud, and some are blooming, competing for each other. Looking at the charming flowers and smelling the fragrant fragrance, I was immersed in this beautiful scenery until my father called me.

I caught up with my parents, and I was attracted by the winter jasmine. The garden is full of clusters of winter jasmine, some are in full bloom, some are half open, some have withered, and small winter jasmine shares the joy of spring.

The air is filled with the smell of earth, and the grass quietly sticks out its head and looks at this magical world timidly.

As we walked and watched, the garden was full of the breath of spring. ...

As soon as winter is over, everything will revive. Yes, spring has arrived.

"sasha vujacic" is sprinkled with fine spring rain, which is so soft and delicate. It keeps raining, but it's gentle. The spring rain awakened the sleeping bamboo shoots; Its song makes flowers smile; Rain doll kissed the petals, and the petals blushed; Rain doll feeds "milk" to the grass bud, and the grass bud jumps with joy; Rain doll tells a ghost story to Xinye Ye, which makes Xinye Ye's face pale. Yuwawa ...

In spring, peach blossoms look out and see their partners in bud, so they bloom slowly. In spring, winter jasmine wriggles her waist to welcome the arrival of spring; In spring, azaleas bloom with bright smiles; In spring, daffodils twist their white fat bodies. ...

In spring, people plant jacaranda, osmanthus, safflower, vines, roses ... all kinds of plants, which make every corner of the earth full of vitality. In spring, people transplant rice seedlings, and after a hard day, it is worthwhile to see that their fields are covered with green seedlings. In spring, people go for an outing and happily walk around every green place. In spring, people fly kites in the suburbs. Once the hand is released, the kite will fly freely in the sky with the soft spring breeze. ...

The taste of spring is so beautiful