The fourth grade composition 1 I won't believe it myself when I got this little red bottle for the first time. This trivial matter has brought me such profound enlightenment.
I first drank it on a hot summer day. At that time, I came to the roadside shop sweating, and the red color I had never seen before came into view. I'm glad I chose it, or it chose me. ...
When you open the ring buckle, you will see a brown, black and slightly transparent liquid, which we call cola. The back of the neck, accompanied by a "glug" sound, is a feeling of needles rolling in the throat. It doesn't seem delicious, but the tip of my tongue fell in love with the smell of rolling smoke in the war. It slowly descended, as if it had flowed through every inch of blood vessel and activated every nerve. There is excitement, happiness, and then indifference, hearty and sweet.
In my opinion, the reason why coke tastes good is not only because of the addictive taste after slipping through the throat, not only because the Coca-Cola Company says it will not inherit the secret recipe, but also because it endures the sweetness after a sore throat. Maybe some people throw it away because they have just eaten a few mouthfuls of discomfort, so they are isolated from the food and can't taste the joy and sweetness after suffering.
This, like our life, can endure the pain of the initial attempt, then we will taste the final joy. Drinking coke is the same, and being a man is the same.
Difficulties in life are inevitable. You can try to succeed or fail, but don't try to give up. When your efforts backfire every time, your exam results are very bad, even worse than usual. Will you stop believing that "failure is the mother of success", "there must be a rainbow after the storm" and "giving is rewarded", and then want to give up and let your life wander in self-blame and questioning the truth? It's also like a sharp pain when coke passes through your throat, and that kind of pain will accompany you.
Being positive may not achieve the success you want, but it will make you stronger in the face of difficulties. Cao Xueqin, a famous writer in the Qing Dynasty, was born in poverty, almost to the point where "the whole family ate porridge and drank on credit". But with superhuman will, after ten years' efforts, he wrote A Dream of Red Mansions, one of the four classical novels in ancient China. Su Wu, who was imprisoned by Huns for nearly 30 years, Helen Keller, who lived in a silent world, and Beethoven, who were deaf ... They all embraced their ideals, overcame difficulties with strong will, and gained a wonderful life of their own. This is the taste of cola, with bitterness in sweetness and sweetness in bitterness.
Read heaven, read hell. Life cannot be perfect, and there is no shortcut to growth. Taste the taste of coke and see the mixed life. When you face up to all the difficulties and look back, you will find that you have ushered in a new life.
The sky above is blue as the sea, and the grass below is green carpet. Surrounded by soldiers' straight trees, there are rainbow flowers under the trees. I saw the eagle flying in the blue sky, and I saw the grass clinging to the low-flying ladybug; I see trees surrounded by flocks of birds, and I see butterflies dancing among flowers. How I want to fly into the blue sky with my dreams like them!
I pin my wish on bubbles. I took out a bottle of bubble water, which is the foundation of bubble family; I took out a small hoop, which was the trampoline of Bubble House. From here on, my dream will be released.
I stuffed the trampoline into the bubble base, and soon the bubble passengers got on the trampoline. I blew gently with the wind-a shy little girl poked her head out. She probably hasn't seen the world, so she shrank her head back at once.
I am not discouraged and welcome the arrival of the next batch of passengers. I stuffed the trampoline into the bubble base again, and a big bubble flew out eagerly with a gentle blow. I told it my dream, and it staggered into the sky.
Look! A pair of twins jumped out. Before I could tell them my dream, they flew away happily; A big little fat man squeezed out of the trampoline. He listened impatiently to my dream and flew away with the bubble twins. A thin bubble also flew out, but he was weak and soon disappeared without a trace.
Suddenly, a colorful bubble wearing the clothes given by Sister Rainbow greeted me. Through its glass crystal ball-like body, I saw a different and upside-down world. I firmly believe that my dream will set sail here.
I fantasize that one day, they will fly over Qian Shan and foreign scenic spots on the wings of the wind; I look forward to one day, my bubble will turn my dream into reality and make me grow up happily. I hope one day.
Fate, if you see a small bubble in your dream, please don't be surprised that it doesn't come from the dream. Because this is a strong girl, full of her dreams, challenging you in this vast mountain of money. I firmly believe that on the road to growth, fate is in our own hands.
The third article of the fourth grade composition "Please bring my song back to your home, please leave your smile …" Whenever this song echoes in my ear, I can't help but think of my mother's smile, and that faint smile always comes to my mind …
Looking through the photo album, a photo attracted me: my mother hugged me, her mouth slightly raised and she smiled happily. According to my father, my mother gave birth to me in a cold winter. When I was born, my mother was in pain, but she kept trying until I was born successfully. A few days later, the nurse aunt showed me to her mother, and her mother looked at me sleeping soundly and smiled knowingly. My father's eye disease (jí) is quick. He used his camera to freeze this warm moment (xρn). Now every time I look at the photo album and see this photo, I can't help raising my mouth when I look at my mother's happy smile.
I remember I was very nervous when I participated in the hard pen calligraphy competition, for fear that my classmates would blame me for not playing well. Before the game started, I was so nervous that my palms sweated. My mother seemed to see my nervousness and said to me gently, "Don't be nervous, son. Mom believes that you will win the prize. You should have confidence in yourself! " Say that finish, she smiled at me. And this smile, like a sedative, gave me great confidence. During the competition, I confidently walked to my seat and carefully wrote down every word. Many things happen. When the teacher read "Second Prize: Dong Wenjun", I jumped up with joy and couldn't help cheering for myself: "I won the prize!" Calm down and think back, it was my mother's faint smile that gave me infinite strength. This faint smile gave me encouragement, courage and confidence, and helped me to eliminate the tension.
"Please take my song back to your home, please leave your smile ..." The song continued, and the faint smile in my mind became clearer. I think I will always keep this smile in my heart.
The fourth grade composition 4 "Mahjong" seems to be a derogatory term, and sandbags and Mahjong are "thousands of miles apart". Today, Mr. Li combined them into a new game, which glowed the "second spring" of mahjong.
The rules of the game are as follows: first, take four mahjong tiles and throw them on the table, and then turn them into flowers, backs or uprights while throwing them until all four mahjong tiles are on the table in the same form. Finally, throw the sandbag up, hold four mahjong and catch it.
The students are eager to try, and Xu Yuan is even more excited. He couldn't wait to play mahjong as soon as he got it, and the sound of "bang" suddenly became the protagonist.
& gt I just started to face a strange and inexperienced mahjong, and I was at a loss. When I throw a sandbag on it, I always have no time to turn it over. I still turn my head and let the mahjong rotate 360 degrees-the same as before. I think fairly simple games are always unsuccessful.
But Xu Yuan, a rat's head and a rat's brain, is a master of mahjong. He is a native of Changsha, the hometown of "Changsha Mahjong", and he played very well in a short time.
After playing a few more games, I finally found the feeling and learned the lesson that the sandbag was not thrown high enough and my hand was too urgent. I throw the sandbags straight up and consciously throw them high, so that the sandbags can go straight down and have more time to turn mahjong, and it won't be too far from where they are thrown, and it will take less time to pick them up.
Before throwing sandbags, I will look at the position of each mahjong and present an impression in my mind. When the sandbag is thrown up, I look at the sandbag with my eyes and see the time when the sandbag landed. According to the initial influence formed earlier, I find out the way to turn the mahjong upside down.
In the last game of the class, Wang Yanbo is best at playing sandbags. I saw him lock a target mahjong flop first, and then stand in the ideal position like playing billiards, so the chances of success are much higher.
Mahjong's "second spring" really thanks to Teacher Li, who turned it into a useful game, which can not only train people's quick eyes and quick hands, but also train people's image presentation ability.
April 20th, a sad day.
20xx At 8: 02 on April 20th, a 7: 00 earthquake occurred in Lushan County, Ya 'an City, Sichuan Province. Strong earthquake of magnitude 0, focal depth 13km. Up to now, * * 188 people have been killed. One by one, fresh life disappeared in front of us. ...
The earthquake is cruel, but people can't get rid of it. So whenever we see and hear such things, all we can do is pray for the people in Ya 'an. ...
Seeing the news on TV, tragic scenes deeply shocked my soul. Seeing these reports and touching stories, my eyes filled with tears ... However, what can I do? I can only pray for them silently in my heart. ...
Ya 'an, be strong! We are here, praying for you, do you feel it? Do you feel our blessing? Ya 'an people, please be strong! We are here to watch you, and we are here to pray for you. ...
The red candle lit up the darkness of Ya 'an in the distance. May candlelight convey our thoughts, Ya 'an, and please accept our prayers. ...
There is a peach tree on my balcony. It has been planted there for four years. I brought it from the country when I hired my first nanny. At that time, it was only as long as a pointer and as wide as a thumb. Now it is as tall as a man and as thick as an adult clenching his fist.
Now this peach tree is full of branches and leaves. In spring, pale pink flowers are covered with branches, and green leaves set off red flowers. A breeze blew and the branches swayed in the air through the railing. From downstairs, it looks like a green palm sticking out of the house.
Now, there are many round green fruits on the green branches. As the saying goes, "Apricot has four peaches and three peaches". Last year, this peach tree has produced small peaches, but my father said that the peaches born in the first year are bitter and astringent, and they are not delicious. Only those born in the second year are delicious. My heart is beautiful: it will be delicious when I come back next time. This is the result of my own labor. Can it be sweet for me to eat by myself? If the peaches look like those in the market when I go home this time, they will definitely be swept away by us in a few days.
Peaches, peaches, grow up quickly, absorb more nutrients, grow red and fat, and I will eat your tender and juicy peach meat when I come back next time.
Although this aunt has gone, this peach tree and my aunt's heart have always stayed in my house. I don't know what year and month it is. Whenever I see this peach tree, I will definitely think of that aunt.
Pine is my favorite plant, and it is also my favorite plant.
Pine tree, its stem is thin and tall. The leaves are as sharp as needles and evergreen all the year round. Therefore, some people affectionately call it.
The Protector. It also looks like a tower. Every autumn, it will bear pine nuts, and pine trees in the forest will bear pine nuts as big as fists in autumn. This time will attract a lot of little squirrels. There are also many pine trees in the city. Whenever I see them, it gives me a mysterious feeling.
When I am depressed, if I see the tall pine tree and hear its rustling sound, I will feel that the world is very happy.
When I lose confidence, if I see that tall pine tree, my confidence will be doubled. Because I think, no matter how many years the pine tree has lived and how many storms it has experienced, isn't it graceful?
Sometimes, I think pine trees may be a gift from heaven to mankind. When people are worried about things, God will send trees to people to solve them.
Pine tree, you are so beautiful!
The first time I saw it, it was an ordinary evening. I leaned against the window and looked up at the sky, thinking about how to write the diary that day. As if looking for a goal, I looked aimlessly at the "scenery" outside the window, and suddenly an iron tower not far away aroused my curiosity. My mother once told me that it was a cell phone signal base station. Surprisingly, I found a bird's nest at the top of the tower! It looks small and dangerous. After careful observation for a while, I also saw some birds flapping their wings around the nest. ...
Back at my desk, staring at the blank diary, I saw a picture: trees fell down one after another, and birds were forced to leave their disappearing homes in droves with the sound of chainsaws!
If it were not for this reason, how could birds come to this reinforced concrete urban forest? Why did you build a nest on the cold tower?
The next day at school, when I passed the environmental protection publicity column, I saw my photo. Smile at me in the window, and there is a line next to it-environmental image spokesperson of Class Five (1). Suddenly, I remembered the Bird's Nest built on the iron tower! My sense of responsibility tells me that birds should not be allowed to leave trees and their homes.
When I came home from school, I immediately ran to the window and raised my camera. I want to film this scene. I want to put the photos on the publicity column to remind and appeal to people to love animals, protect the environment and let people live in harmony with animals!
However, my hand holding the camera fell feebly-the bird's nest on the tower was gone!
This is a little "secret" I grew up with. Have you ever had such an experience?
Campus is where we learn knowledge and learn to be human. Campus can be regarded as our second home. Let's walk into the campus and enjoy the scenery.
Hello everyone! My campus is the No.4 Primary School in Chengguan, Guoyang County, which is located in the economic development zone south of the city. It is a place where we can study and live happily, and it can also be regarded as my second home.
The gate of our school is called both electronic door and electric door. There are several big red characters next to the gate, which say "Welcome new students". There are also a few small characters rolling back and forth on the gate, which write the date and time of each day. On the right side of the gate, there are "first-year parents' pick-up area", "second-year parents' pick-up area" and "third-year parents' pick-up area" ... There are also shrubs and flowers planted next to the gate, which are fragrant and refreshing.
When I first entered the campus, I was greeted by a big stone. The stone says "kind and sensible". The meaning of these four words is to tell students how to behave. There is a bunch of flowers beside the stone. This kind of flower is azalea or azalea. Every spring, it is red, bright, like fire.
There are three flags on the rostrum in front of the big stone. The red flag hanging in the middle is the national flag-the five-star red flag, which is the slightly lower school flag, the third flag and the lowest flag of our Young Pioneers Department. Every time I see the five-star red flag, I think: how many martyrs' blood dyed this five-star red flag red! Therefore, I will study hard, and I can serve and contribute to my motherland when I grow up.
On the right of the big stone are our teaching buildings, namely Zhi Zhi Building, Xingsi Building and Zhixing Building. We have classes in Zhi Zhi Building, which has four floors, each with four classrooms and a teacher's office. In class, there is an electronic whiteboard in the classroom, which the teacher will use in class. There is also a "book corner" at the back of each class, where many books are put. The teacher said that this can increase extracurricular knowledge and improve the understanding and knowledge of words, so I often borrow books from the class to read.
Campus is where I study, and it is also where I learn to be a man. I love my school!
The fourth grade composition article 10 belongs to my wife's family and lives in Jiashan rural area. There, flowers bloom in spring, frogs croak in summer, yellow leaves fall in autumn, and February in winter is another charming sight.
Standing in the open space in front of my wife's house, I like to see the eaves of my wife's house best. Because my wife's house is a bungalow, at first glance, pieces of gray tiles cover it. Exquisite patterns seem to tell us the happy life of that year. The cornices with high wing angles go straight into the sky like larks. Mottled exterior walls, high thresholds, wooden doors creaking with cold wind, Zhang greatly's faded mahogany bed, and the only fuzzy and yellowed old photo hanging by the bed all tell an old story. My wife loves to talk about the past, and we also love to listen.
Outside the wall, a vegetable field jumped into view. Huh? It's winter, why is the food still growing? I saw the neat fence around the vegetable field, as if guarding my home. I walked over curiously to find out. I squatted down and gently touched a leaf. Huh? Why are you so tender? I was very surprised. I stood up and patted the mud on my trouser legs. I know nothing, so I'd better ask my wife!
The wind is a little strong, and the branches by the river are shaking. It has no leaves. It may have withered or been blown away by the wind. The trunk leans to the middle of the river, like a broken bridge. When you reach the top, you can jump to the other side of the river.
The river is very lively in summer. On the other side, the grandmother is washing clothes, the healthy old man is driving ducks, I am throwing water darts, and my wife is growing vegetables! Although it is cold and cheerless here in winter, patches of white walls and gray tiles, bare trees, cement telephone poles and a winding river form a complete picture of winter. The river in the picture is very clear. I'm not sure if there are any fish in the river, because I can't see fish spitting bubbles. The river is very quiet, and only when it is windy will it ripple, just like a big frosted plate. I calmed down and enjoyed the beautiful scenery.
I learned from my wife that this place is about to be demolished. I am deeply attached to it. The memory of childhood and the peaceful and harmonious picture of the countryside in February will be buried in my heart forever.