Writing for the fourth grade

No matter in school or in society, everyone will inevitably contact or use composition. Through composition, we can gather scattered thoughts together. How to write a good composition? The following are eight fourth-grade compositions I collected. Welcome to share.

My grandmother lives in the countryside. My impression is that the air in the countryside is fresh, the sky is blue, the water is clear and the mountains are green.

In the morning, the sky in the east is a fish-belly grey, and everything is foggy, as if the earth is covered with a layer of white gauze.

The crystal dewdrops playfully rolled back and forth among the flowers and plants on the roadside, and then slipped away. The cock craned his neck and sang with all his strength, and the crisp and loud song suddenly broke the silence of dawn. The village gradually became lively, with the sound of opening doors, the cries of chickens, ducks and geese, shouts and chirping birds. ...

Plumes of white smoke from the roof of every household are as light and ethereal as white clouds floating in the air with the wind.

The fog gradually dispersed, and the sun in the east rose! The golden sunshine covered the whole beautiful mountain villa, which was very beautiful.

After breakfast, industrious people straightened up and hummed a little song all the way and started their day's work. You see the green crops in the field swaying in the wind like a green ocean. The stream along the road is also jingling happily. On the hillside, the fields are filled with soil and flowers, and birds are singing happily. ...

Ah, the scenery in the country is always so charming, so beautiful and so desirable.

In our school, there are many tall poplars, which decorate the lovely campus with unpretentious figures.

In spring, poplar leaves are tender and green. After several spring rains, tender buds emerged from the branches, like many slender hands, happily accepting the caress of Miss Chun. A few birds are jumping on the branches, as if wishing the new poplar tree a blessing.

Poplar trees in early summer are luxuriant, like many scattered flowers falling from the air, and like a group of naughty "little paratroopers" floating around. The poplar trees that bid farewell to the "little paratroopers" are more vibrant, and the heart-shaped leaves are covered with branches, forming a natural umbrella.

In autumn, the colorful leaves of poplars add a lot of colors to the campus. The sun shines on the yellow, red and brown leaves, like countless elves beating. Autumn wind blows, and yellow leaves fall one after another, dancing like countless butterflies.

In winter, whenever it snows heavily, the branches of poplar trees will be covered with thick snow. In foggy weather, the branches of poplar trees will form silver-white edges. Standing under the tree is like being in a crystal world, which is amazing.

Poplar trees in spring are so green, as if they were green ribbons; Poplar trees are dense in summer, as if branches and leaves are connected together; The poplars in autumn are really beautiful, as if they were fairies descending to earth; Poplar trees in winter are strange, as if they put you in another world.

I like poplars on campus.

Baiyun Mountain, located in the north of Guangzhou, is called the "North Lung" of Guangzhou. Baiyun Mountain is continuous, and its undulating lines and rich levels form a beautiful outline of natural scenery.

When I walk on the winding stone steps, there are trees on both sides of the stone steps, and many small flowers are blooming under my strength. There are many animals, birds, singing in the trees, butterflies flying among the flowers, and caterpillars on the branches ... When I climb the main peak of Baiyun Mountain-Moxingling, you will know what "infinite scenery on the dangerous peak" means. Standing on the platform of Mount Moxingling, looking around, the mountains are stacked, the trees are lush, and the camellia is gorgeous, just like a dragon lying in the valley. Modern urban buildings are scattered all over the place, and the Pearl River winds from west to east in the Qianli Plain, giving you a panoramic view of the south gate of the motherland.

"Red beans mature in late autumn, but their roots are deep. Don't miss the white clouds pressing the Pearl River. " A poem praising Baiyun Mountain. It also makes me like the beautiful Baiyun Mountain more.

My new home is in Hedong, Xiangtan City. This new home is very beautiful.

At the main entrance of the community, there is a distinctive stone engraved with three vigorous red characters "Rhine City". Behind the stone are two rows of neat osmanthus trees, as if standing guard there. There are many flowers and trees planted in the community, including peach trees, crape myrtle, magnolia, begonia, cherry blossoms, camphor, iris, plum blossom and iris. The most common is the red leaf heather on both sides of the road, clustered together as if whispering there!

Cross a stone road through an artificial lake, which is made up of big stones with different shapes, and you will arrive at my home. The new home is very big, with five rooms and two halls, two balconies and a small cloakroom. Of course, my favorite room is my own. There is a beautiful bed in my room. The sheets and quilts are all blue, which I like. On the left side of the bed is a big bookshelf with three floors. Under the bookshelf are rows of small cabinets, which can hold many books. Next to the bookshelf is a long and tall clothes drying closet, in which all my clothes can be put. On the right side of the bed is the bedside table, next to my desk. My desk is very private. The desktop can be lifted at any angle, which is very suitable for reading and doing homework. There is a bay window next to the desk. The curtains are made in Katomb. They are very dynamic. You can sit or sleep on the windowsill mat. Sleeping on it is as comfortable as sleeping on a cloud.

There are many flowers and plants at home, such as daffodils, scattered sunflower, green radish, asparagus, banyan, cash cow, wealth tree, cyclamen and so on. , respectively, in the balcony, living room, dining room and other different places, so that my new home is full of vitality.

This is my new home, a very beautiful place and I like it very much.

The fourth grade composition 5 "Heavy rain flooded the streets ..." Where did this come from? Listen carefully, it turned out to be from the school. Because dark clouds were gathering at this moment, the sky was pressed down like a pot cover, and suddenly a lightsaber fell from the sky, and then there was a muffled sound, like an explosion, and then it rained cats and dogs. Raindrops pass by the window again and again and stop at the window.

Rain falls from the sky like a broken pearl, ready to bring freshness to people. He jumped to the ground in despair. Sometimes it fell to the ground, sharing a bed with the earth, sometimes it fell on leaves to make the tree more beautiful, and sometimes it fell on people, helping people take a bath and designing a "dripping chicken hairstyle". Through the rain curtain, I saw the rainstorm roaring wildly, attacking the vehicles on the ground and making the alarm system of the vehicles keep ringing. Another lightsaber was inserted, and there was another burst of thunder, but this time it rained less. It became gentle and began to gently touch the cars that had just been hurt by itself and give them care.

I think this thunder is like a commander, calling it heavy rain and light rain. It seems that thunder really has a sacred majesty, and even naughty children dare not provoke it.

Slowly, the rain stopped, the air was so fresh, and the rain brought us so many beautiful things ...

Silently, quietly, Miss Chun unconsciously walked into this small town with light steps. Her footsteps are so light that we don't know each other at all. When we really feel her arrival, she has put on green and walked into our lives with light steps!

Walking on the way to the botanical garden, the air obviously added a trace of warmth. A spring breeze blew, and the willow branches on both sides danced lightly with the wind, like the soft and beautiful flowing long hair of a spring girl. A closer look reveals that some yellow and tender willow buds are faintly dotted on it. At first glance, there is a light green color. Blink a few times, green seems to disappear without a trace, like playing hide-and-seek with us.

The spring in the botanical garden seems more obvious. The flowers in the flower bed are fragrant, and they are all competing for each other. At this time, the red is as fierce as the sunset, and the morning glory of various colors climbs up along the thin bamboo pole. Colorful speakers seem to say hello to people, and each flower unfolds its delicate petals to understand the gift of spring. The wind ran past me again, and the flowers swayed gently from side to side, as if dancing for the arrival of spring.

The color of spring is not as bright and strong as that of summer, but it is light and unforgettable, like a pale ink painting with infinite charm.

The grass seems to be afraid of people, sneaking out its head to take a look at the outside world, so it arches the ground with some wet soil, quietly dyes a little light green, and seems to disappear with a touch of its hand; The flower seems to be shy, and the petals are tightly closed into flower bones. Otherwise, how could their flowers show such a flush? The sky seems to wake up, throw away the gray in winter and put on the pure sky blue coat in spring. Everything seems to be painted with a shiny crystal, and it seems to shine everywhere.

Please smell the air again. Do you think there is any difference? Without the coldness of the winter air, it is a little warmer. It has the faint fragrance of spring soil, the shallow smell of grass and the fragrance of flowers. Coupled with the unique taste of spring, it is a wonderful fragrance, which is the fragrance left by all the places Miss Chun has walked. Needless to say, as you know, this must be Miss Chun's exclusive secret recipe at this time.

Quietly, quietly, Miss Chun may have to leave with light steps again. Light leaves no trace, light makes us imperceptible, light makes us unable to retain, and light brings us endless perfection and comfort!

There are four seasons in a year, namely spring, summer, autumn and winter. In spring, a hundred flowers blossom. Summer is lush and full of vitality; Autumn fresh fruit fragrance, is the god of harvest; In winter, Yushu silver flowers, powder makeup jade. Everyone likes different seasons. I like a golden autumn.

In my memory, autumn is a beautiful season. After autumn, the plants in the park are like a girl who loves to dress up, changing her clothes frequently. A gust of wind blew, and the fiery red maple leaves slowly fell in the air like a five-pointed star, reminding me of a sentence that someone once said, "Autumn wind and autumn rain are sad." But I think autumn also has its uniqueness. The autumn wind blew away the hot summer and brought coolness.

In autumn evening, the river flows quietly. The sparkling water, like thousands of bright eyes, is staring at the beautiful colors of autumn.

Autumn is like the god of color, which makes the colors of plants gradually thicken. I was infected and intoxicated by this gorgeous color. I love the autumn of the god of harvest!

After a light rain, I walked alone on the wet path next to the park lawn, breathing the fragrance of soil and enjoying the unique beauty of nature.

The mountains in the distance are like a lying giant, and the floating white fog is like a mysterious veil, which covers the giant's figure. The buildings near the park are hidden in the shadow of flowers. In the park, the grass is greener, the flowers bloom and the trees spit out new buds. Looking down, the park is like a big carpet inlaid with precious stones. Maybe this is the flower scarf left by Miss Chun! Look at the crystal dew on flowers, grass and leaves. Isn't this the tears that teacher Chun laughed at?

"Ga, ga ..." Listen, what is this sound? Oh, it turns out that some ducklings are playing in the pond. Even the birds are chirping in the branches.

A breeze blew, and Miss Chun's delicate hands made the lake ripple. In the lake, several small fish jumped out of the lake and came back. This scene adds a bit of interest to the poetic spring scenery.

In the park, a group of old people are doing morning exercises. Some are playing Tai Chi, while others are doing fitness dance. As the saying goes, "a day's plan lies in the morning", and several children are leaning against the tree to read early. The crisp voice is really touching. There are also some children having fun. They play hide-and-seek for a while, and then they play chicken with the eagle. Very lively. Those adults who come here to rest after work, some are chatting, some are flying kites, some are fishing, and a few people are learning chess around a table and drinking the best tea. The whole park is filled with a happy atmosphere.

At this time, a drop of rain fell in my collar, cool and leisurely. Oh, isn't this the memory of spring engraved on my heart?