Waiting for fourth grade composition

In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone often sees composition. Composition writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. . I believe that many friends are very distressed about writing essays. The following is a composition about waiting for fourth grade that I have carefully compiled for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Waiting for the Fourth Grade Composition 1

On this beautiful day when the birds are whispering, the butterflies are fluttering, and the kites are flying high, the school decided to let our sixth grade students go to Yongchuan Wildlife Park for a spring outing on Friday of this week. But if it rains, we will change to a sunny day for the spring outing.

After hearing the news, the students jumped three feet high with joy, and the classroom suddenly became lively. Everyone immediately left their seats and found their good friends and partners to form a team. Everyone was so excited that they ignored the presence of Teacher Chen in the second class: although everyone was not in a lower position, they were still whispering to each other, and they didn't even know what class the teacher was teaching. Teacher Chen said, "Why are you so happy? It's going to rain on Friday, and 80% of us won't be able to go." Everyone didn't believe it, because the sun was shining brightly on Tuesday, so how could it rain on an instant? However, strong winds began to blow on Thursday and it rained heavily. We went home at night and glued sunny dolls to the windows. While doing homework, we didn't forget to occasionally take a look at the weather outside the window. After finishing my homework, I sat on the bed and rested, waiting for the message from Teacher Liu. I kept thinking: Teacher Liu, please, the rain will stop soon. We don’t mind. Just let us go out to play for a day. Bar! That short period of time was really like sitting on pins and needles! The "ding ding ding" message came, and everyone hurriedly opened the text message: "Dear parents and classmates, this spring outing to Yongchuan Wildlife Park had to be rescheduled to the seventh Friday because of rain on Friday before going to social practice. Parents and Thank you for your cooperation, classmates! "

Alas, this time the wait and hope were in vain. Waiting for the Fourth Grade Composition 2

On this beautiful day of whispering swallows, flying butterflies, and flying kites, the school decided to let our sixth grade students go to Yongchuan Wildlife Park for a spring outing this Friday. But if it rains, it becomes a sunny day for spring outings.

Hearing the news, the students jumped three feet high with joy, and the classroom suddenly became lively. Everyone immediately left their seats and found good friends and partners to form a team. We were so excited that we ignored the existence of Teacher Chen in the second class: Although he had no subordinates, he was still whispering and didn't even know what class the teacher was teaching. Teacher Chen said, "Why are you excited? It's going to rain on Friday, and 80% of people won't be able to go." People didn't believe it, because the sun was shining brightly on Tuesday. Tell me why it will rain? However, on Thursday, there were strong winds and a heavy downpour. When everyone goes home at night, there are sunshine dolls on the windows. While doing their homework, they did not forget to look at the weather outside the window occasionally. After finishing my homework, I sat on the bed and rested, waiting for news from Teacher Liu. I couldn't help but think: Teacher Liu, please, the rain will stop soon. We don't mind, just let us go out for a day! That short period of time was really on pins and needles! The text message "Ding" came, and everyone quickly opened the text message: "Dear parents and students, this spring outing at Yongchuan Wildlife Park has to be changed to the seventh week and Friday for social practice. Parents and students please cooperate. Thank you!"

Alas, this time waiting and hoping failed again. Waiting for Grade 4 Composition 3

Who am I? You must know, let me tell you, I am Fanhua South Road in Wenxi Town.

Everyone in Wenxi knows me. I used to be an out-and-out beauty. At that time, I had a beautiful green skirt, which was tailor-made for me. There was no dirt on me, and I was groomed and dressed every day. Shops are popping up like mushrooms after a rain. Because I am beautiful and prosperous, people like me.

But now I am a dirty person. Because there were more shops and more garbage, my green dress was damaged by people, and my body was covered with dirt. People thought I was dirty and stopped dressing me. Due to the rapid economic development in Wenxi, houses are being built everywhere. Low-lying areas have to be filled with earth, and high areas have to be dug out. Therefore, vehicles transporting earthwork often sprinkle yellow soil on me, which makes me look beyond recognition. When it rains, my body is covered in mud. When it's sunny, the wind blows and sand flies all over the sky. Passers-by covered their noses and squinted their eyes, but they still couldn't avoid the wind and sand. The mud on my body is getting thicker and thicker. There are so many pedestrians and vehicles coming and going, and it is easy to cause an accident.

Everyone, come and help me! Help me put on a green dress like before, and don't hurt me anymore. Waiting for Fourth Grade Composition 4

Today is a special day for my family. My sister is going to have surgery. My sister suffered from chronic appendicitis and had it delivered several times, and it got worse each time. Today, my sister couldn't stand the pain, so.

My mother and I sat on the chairs outside the operating room, waiting anxiously. The corridor was quiet, no one spoke, and everyone had a very serious look on their face. I was very scared, imagining my sister's situation at this time, imagining her sleeping on the white sheets, imagining her gradually falling asleep under anesthesia, imagining.

I thought: "My sister must have been scared for a while, right?" So I whispered my doubts to my mother, and my mother patted my head and said with a smile: "Don't worry, my sister is very strong and brave, she won't be afraid. "I nodded and started the long wait.

After waiting for a long time, my sister finally came out. We all stood up together. I was relieved when the doctor said that the situation was getting better. Looking at my sister lying quietly on the hospital bed, I thought, sister, you are so brave. I sincerely wish you a speedy recovery and play with us. Waiting for Fourth Grade Composition 5

The day has arrived, and I can’t see the figure of spring.

Who said that when winter comes, can spring be far behind?

I braved the cold, stood in the wind, stood in the snow, just to see the figure of spring, I tried to find even a trace of green, eager for them to warm my eyes, but I couldn't see it. I thought I was far, far away from spring.

The time thief stole my time, but did not take away the cold winter. Time flew by, and I still stayed at the original point, that was the cold winter. There was no hunger, no pain, everything was white, except for the big bare trees, everything was nothing but vast and desolate. I was like Robinson Crusoe, living on a desert island. I felt scared. Ah! I was detained by time, I stopped at the origin of time.

In the long winter, I lost hope. I fell down in the cold wind, and gradually fell into a dream. In the dream, I saw an angel. He told me a lot. He told me what persistence is, what ideals are, and what struggle is. Then I slowly made it.

When I woke up, I understood a lot, so I stood in the snow again and waited slowly.

Time passed slowly, and I finally felt at peace. After a long time, I found a small grass. It was like a friend, accompanying me and giving me warmth. Later, the green It kept increasing, and later, a forest appeared.

Then I knew I had succeeded. Waiting for Grade 4 Composition 6

In my mind, the past is like a photo, hidden in the memory album. Read them one by one, eh? This is not it.

It was a weekend morning. I got up and went downstairs to meet my father who was sitting on the sofa watching a basketball game. I also sat and watched with gusto. Suddenly I saw that my father had not shaved and he looked listless. Then, an idea occurred.

I carefully picked up the razor and said: "Dad, let me shave you!" "Hey, my little freak is going to shave me, I can't miss it, okay? !" Dad readily agreed. I pressed the switch and the shaver made a "swish" sound. When I was shaving, I blamed my father: "Dad, our teacher asked me to pay attention to personal hygiene. Why did you..." When I was shaving, I found that my father had white hair and wrinkles on his face. Dad used to say that my sister and I were like two oil bugs, and he was almost running out of oil. It sounds like a joke, but it also contains the most common truth. Our parents have broken their hearts for us. We must learn to be grateful and grateful, right? After thinking about it, I stopped chattering so much.

After a while, the razor almost cut off the beard on Dad’s face, and a trace of green appeared on his face, which made him feel much better. Dad looked at the mirror with satisfaction and said: "Thank you for your hardworking little freak!" Hahaha, I feel happy! Waiting for Grade 4 Composition 7

We took a small train to our destination, got off the bus, and started to watch everything we saw in front of us. At first we saw swans made of flowers and plants. We took photos with them (because there were two, so we used "them"). We continued walking forward and saw two more small elephants spraying water; then we When we walked to a red sand road, there were windmills on both sides, about 20 of them. I gave this road a name - Windmill Road. We then walked to a large windmill, with a soldier holding an ax in front of it. We took a picture with him and I noticed that his ax could actually come out of his hand, so I raised the ax to his neck as if to chop off his head.

We walked into the big windmill and saw a big gear. I knew that as long as the gear was rotating, the blades of the windmill would rotate. Finally, we finally arrived at the train station and started waiting for the train back. There is a large heater in the train station. We can put our bodies close to it to keep warm (but not close to it, otherwise it will burn you). It had been a long time and the train hadn't come yet. I started to wait impatiently. Every few seconds I would ask my mother: "When will the train come?" My mother always replied: "Right away." It’s here.” Finally, the train finally came. What a long wait!

After everyone got on the bus, we set off to the next stop - Lotte Duty Free Shop. Waiting for Grade 4 Composition 8

How many times do you have to wait in your life? I have no idea. The only thing that is certain is that I meet Waiting every day. She is "wandering" around me all the time. She is like a shadow, never leaving.

Waiting for the dawn to break through the darkness, waiting for the flowers to bloom, waiting for the sunset to hang on the horizon, waiting for each other to pledge their eternal love under the cherry blossom tree, this is romantic.

Most of life is dull: waiting for the bus, waiting in line for food, waiting for the bell to ring after school... Waiting is like a criss-crossing network that entangles us and condenses every bit.

There is also a mood in waiting. She is unpredictable and full of strange things. Standing beside the flowing road, waiting for friends. The invisible anxiety, anticipation, and occasional small complaints; the joy of the moment when it appeared; the worry and nervousness because she ignored the traffic and crossed the road; the blame for her disregard for safety. Waiting, that's how it touches people's hearts.

Waiting also "infects" the historical charm. Li Bai waited for the romantic elegance of freedom, Du Fu waited for the worry of Ming Jun, Su Shi and Xin Qiji waited for the ambition to make achievements, Li Shangyin and Wen Tingyun waited for the hazy confusion of love... They know the true meaning of waiting.

I no longer wait for the prince to ride a white horse and hold my hand, because this is just an innocent childhood fantasy. She is beautiful and stays forever in my heart. Now, I am waiting for the sky to fly high after the rain, so that I will leave no regrets in waiting. Waiting for Grade 4 Composition 9

In the dark night, the moon trembled slightly on the sky, and its eyes moved, as if it was quietly observing something. The cold wind picked up the remaining leaves and circled in the clearing in the woods.

On a mottled old tree, insect pupae were rustling. It is a caterpillar that endures humiliation, hiding under the rough pupa skin, waiting to emerge from the pupa.

In the earth, the tender buds are panting, enduring the last darkness and cold, waiting to break out of the ground and embrace the sunshine.

Su Shi’s waiting was the waiting of a man who aspired to become like Fan Pang in his simple study in Meishan. In his clear eyes, there was only an undisguised sharp light.

Lu You’s waiting is the concern for the country and the people that he never let go of even when he was dying. It is also a tragic waiting. But there was still a radiance on the old cheeks, which was the hope of immortality.

Waiting is enduring, accumulating, and expecting. It is the tempering of the sea hitting the rocks. It is the magma rolling in the volcano and about to erupt.

It was more than ten years of waiting that allowed him to forge the wings of an eagle. It was the seemingly endless dormancy that finally allowed him to flourish.

Waiting is the medal of life. Waiting for Fourth Grade Composition 10

Bus station, airport... I believe everyone must have waited. Waiting means that when something happens, you cannot do it. The mood while waiting is sometimes good and sometimes bad.

Let me talk about my good mood first: When I was preparing to pull out my teeth, I didn’t like the pain and pain during the extraction, so I was willing to waste time on the way to make the pain come later. "Ah, my stomach hurts." After saying that, I went to the bathroom without my parents' permission. I felt really happy at that time, and I thought to myself: Great, great! Finally, I could go to the hospital to have my teeth extracted later. The waiting at this time is joyful and joyful.

If you are in a good mood while waiting, you must also be in a bad mood. I'm going on a trip, but for various reasons, the plane is half an hour late. Needless to say, my mood at that time was extremely bad. I thought angrily in my heart: What kind of flight will not fly if it rains a little bit? Who will take this flight in the future should also consider the mood of the passengers. Think about it and then say it. My mother patiently enlightened me: "It's not that the plane can't fly, it's just that it's very dangerous, and the airline will delay it because of safety considerations." The waiting at this time was painful and frowning.

Waiting is like this, sometimes it is good and sometimes it is bad, no one can tell. Waiting for Grade 4 Composition 11

Wind and rain bring spring, and snow welcomes spring. When winter invaded from ancient Siberia in a desolate and vigorous manner, people from all over the country opened their hearts and welcomed it with open-minded feelings. ——Corn has gone into a pile, millet has gone into the warehouse, and sweet potatoes have gone into the cellar; the backlog of grain in winter is full, just like the thick clouds and steady hills in winter. People wear red clothes and chew slowly in winter, admiring the joy of sowing in spring, farming in summer, and harvesting in autumn. At this time, the year-round wind blows into the center of the farmhouse. Amid the laughter of the old farmer, he fell to the ground, his cigarette butt flickering.

Spring rain, summer wind, autumn and winter snow are like a classical ink painting, displayed in a desolate corner. Accompanied by sickles, hoes, rakes and plowshares, they rest quietly, waiting for the busy agricultural spirit of the coming year.

Yes, they should also have a good sleep in this snowy leisure time; they have experienced an elegant and difficult journey, and now it is time for leisure. Things are quiet, the stove is hot, the wind is howling, the clouds are low between the sky and the earth, the trees are shaking, and the grass is dragging. However, people's anxiety is still as vivid and colorful as the firecrackers and fireworks on New Year's Eve.

Yes, waiting for spring is a sigh of "loneliness is the main cause". "Come back and laugh at the plum blossoms, spring has already bloomed on the branches."

Waiting for spring is waiting for the bud of a pure soul.

Waiting for spring is the redemption and promise of a dream in the long winter night. Waiting for fourth grade composition 12

There is a lot of waiting in life, some are long and some are short. Flowers and plants need to wait to sprout; water needs to wait; you still need to wait to visit the World Expo.

My brother said: "The Shanghai World Expo is so fun.

The only drawback is the long queue. I could only see one venue in the morning and had to wait for several hours. However, when you enter the venue, you can see many novel things and gain more knowledge. "Queuing is a kind of waiting, very long, but in my opinion, this kind of waiting is precious and worthwhile, because it gives us precious knowledge and endless wisdom.

Flowers and plants also need to wait to sprout. When you plant a seed, you start to look forward to it anxiously. Watering and fertilizing has become our "three meals a day". After a few days, I suddenly found the brown-black soil. There is a color - tender green. I was ecstatic and soon shared it with my friends. They were all excited and happy for you. After this thrilling long time, we are back to this longing and anxious waiting for the fruit. Brilliant flowers, splendid life, this is the moment of joy that we wait for and sweat.

Waiting requires time; waiting requires dedication. Some people say that waiting is a waste of time, but. I think waiting is a very beautiful thing, because waiting will be rewarded! Waiting for Fourth Grade Composition 13

Yesterday, I went to the brigade department for an interview - to run for the brigade committee. I was waiting at the entrance of the examination room. , when will it be my turn?

I applied for the Compliance Department, because the Compliance Department has the largest number of people, so the teacher asked us to take the test at 3:30, and I took it at 3:00. When I got to the door, I went to the Labor Department and the Study Department, and then it was our turn to go to the Compliance Department.

I waited and waited, first reciting the lecture notes and carrying them on my back. , I felt it was very noisy, so I went to the library to carry it, but I was worried that if I missed it when it was my turn, I would lose points. I went back to the door and waited. I saw a bee picking at the flower next to me. After picking one honey, I went to pick another one. It was very fast. It felt like it only picked a little bit. When I saw it, I didn’t expect that all the bees had finished their work. Why haven’t they reached me yet?

The teacher said at this time: "The study department is about to take the exam, and the ethics department can come in. "Oh, it's finally my turn. Wouldn't it be better to get rid of it as soon as possible? Then I won't be so nervous. I walked inside and it turned out that I was starting a speech in the school history museum.

Waiting for such a long time, no Thinking of the interview, it passed so quickly, and the time passed in the blink of an eye. I think I performed well this time, and I was basically satisfied. Waiting for the Fourth Grade Composition 14

In the silent night, I felt a little sad from time to time. The inexplicable sadness came to my heart and woke me up from my dreams again and again.

Looking at the floating clouds outside the window, the thick gauze covered the ever-awake blue sky. My eyes only hear the gentle sigh of the night wind.

Saying goodbye when the flowers bloom in spring, but the flowers in my heart are already red before they bloom. I also wash away the lingering sigh. Waiting for the tears to bloom...

I have been sailing for more than thirty years, letting the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter change, but never waiting for the spring of life.

Looking back, my memory has long been gone. Blurred by the setting sun, I suddenly forgot how it started. Sweat blurred my clear eyes, and the years took away the fleeting time.

Life is a journey without return. Travel.

To create fruits, we must get up early and work hard. The scorching sun above our heads and the yellow sand beneath our feet make us exhausted.

To enjoy the scenery, we must climb mountains, overcome difficulties, and wear rags. , covered with dust, until the feet are bleeding

Life is like this, whether it is a kind of waiting or a kind of belief, there must always be a hope in the heart... Waiting for the fourth grade composition 15

Waiting is the five-flavor bottle. We can taste sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty while waiting. We are also growing and harvesting while waiting.

I have always had a dream of dancing. Looking forward to being the brightest on the stage. After countless sweats and tears, I finally waited for that day.

I got up early on the day of the performance, which I had been looking forward to for half a year. What an extra day! After breakfast, my parents and I went to a makeup store. It was hard to control our excitement. I imagined the thunderous applause after our wonderful performance under the spotlight on the stage. A smile like an award...

But when I actually walked on the stage, I was scared!

When the host finished announcing the curtain, my legs suddenly started shaking violently. My palms were sweating, and I couldn't even walk steadily. I thought: What if I forget my movements? All the beautiful imaginations were wiped out, replaced by endless tension when the stage lights really flashed and the music started. When it really sounded, the power and courage of the dream in my heart inspired me to perform each movement smoothly and jump again and again.

When the music stopped and the lights stopped flashing, my heart calmed down, and the happiness and joy returned to my heart again...

My dream came true, but I didn't want to give up dancing. Because it was dance that gave me the confidence and courage to show myself; it was because of dance that I grew a lot, gained a lot, and learned a lot... That time, I suffered the pain of waiting, and also tasted the pain of waiting. It's so sweet, and I can see the beauty of the rainbow after the rain!