In our ordinary daily life, people always have contact with writing. Writing is a kind of speech activity, which is highly comprehensive and creative. What is the composition you have seen? The following is my collection of lyric compositions for the fourth grade for your reference, hoping to help friends in need. Lyric composition for the fourth grade 1
Walking into our quiet and elegant campus
A fragrant smell
will definitely fascinate you
Walking into the center of the playground
Looking up
The green that covers the sky! Suddenly, I came into view.
That green color
beautified our campus and our hearts.
Rainy spring is as beautiful as a place with fairies.
When you walk out of the teaching building, you can see the flickering blurred light spots.
Look closely, it's green fairies playing.
They are playing hide-and-seek on the branches.
Look! How happy they are!
In summer, the flowers' faces are flushed by the sun
Everyone is as bright as a girl's smile
This adds another landscape to the campus
Camphor trees hold up green umbrellas
There, we can play and talk
The most important thing is that we can enjoy the cool in autumn
. Fallen leaves dance like yellow butterflies
on the playground of the campus
They float in the air like a note
This makes the campus a butterfly world, a sea of notes
In winter, Everything on campus is asleep
Only on the ping-pong table
The sound of ping-pong makes the campus enter a lively and vibrant world
At this moment
Only the cheerful cries of children
reverberate over the sleeping campus. 2
Chunchun is like a naughty girl who likes to change magic.
She came to the field and waved her magic wand lightly on the field. The field immediately turned into a beautiful painting, full of green seedlings, and Huang Cancan cauliflower was busy showing its smiling face.
She pouted her cherry-like mouth and breathed a sigh of relief into the earth. In an instant, children's kites flew, white dandelions danced ballet, and wicker twisted yangko in the wind.
She was enjoying herself in the field, and accidentally tripped over the ridge of the field. Wow, she cried, and the tears moistened the wheat seedlings, which grew taller. Flowing into the stream, the stream ran more happily.
Wow, she cried. The crying woke the hibernating animals. They all started working hard.
She runs here and there, taking spring to farther and farther places. My family lives in the countryside. Almost all the people in the village are Miao people, but only my family is Han.
My neighbor lives with an old woman who is nearly 9 years old. She is physically strong. She has a daughter who teaches in the county town. She is not short of money, but she is short of manpower. After all, she is old and her hands and feet are not flexible. My parents are warm-hearted. Every day when they come back from working in the fields, they never forget to help grandma. My mother often says, "Always help grandma."
once, during the school holiday, I wanted to help grandma wash clothes, so I quietly went to the yard of grandma's house, picked up the bamboo basket and ran to the river. After washing grandma's clothes, I ran to grandma's house with the bamboo basket on my back, and was about to dry the clothes. This is when grandma found me, came over, put my arms around me, put my warm face on my face and said to me, "It's really nice of you to help me like this. It' s really better to be a distant relative than a close neighbor! " I said, "Grandma, don't say that. Neighborhood should help each other."
yes, there are true feelings everywhere in the world, and true feelings always warm people's hearts. We should help each other. Give someone a rose, and the hand has a lingering fragrance. People who help others will be happy themselves. Fourth grade lyric composition 4
My intimate friend is right, friendship is fragile. But why is this fragile friendship happening to me?
I am in the sixth grade of primary school, and I have a very good friend, Su Jianing. Su Jianing and I have been playing for three years, and I have been playing for her since the third grade, but I don't know why, and she gradually doesn't like to talk to me. I don't know why What's going on? I asked myself repeatedly, and countless thoughts came into my mind. One day, I asked my < P > intimate friend why Su Jianing didn't love to talk to me recently. My bosom friend said that Su Jianing told me recently that she didn't want to play with you. I said why! We have a good relationship. She won't stop playing with me.
I have said a lot to my bosom friend before. For example, this time, I asked her, Sun Yaojia, do you think Su Jianing is a reliable friend? She said: I think it's ok, more reliable than Liu Jin. Oh, then how do you know that Su Jianing is reliable? Sun Yaojia was annoyed and said; Do you know what a friend in need is? I said I know, and she said, then think about it yourself! I said yes, and I've been thinking about it ever since I got home. When I took Su Jianing as my best friend, what happened?
I really don't want to lose this friend. Please help me. Fourth-grade lyrical composition 5
I stared at the examination papers, dense and full of thoughts. The strange answer was indulged in the gale, and I was at a loss at this time.
Looking up, I saw the white wall covered with intricate nets. I wanted to tear it, I wanted to resist it, and I wanted to control it. However, this is not the case. There are only different nets waiting for me, different nets.
oh, I forgot, I'm having an exam now. Facing the dense text, I feel dizzy. I seem to be out of breath in the face of torture. Ah! Everything is like a wind, a wind that has suppressed me for a long time, a wind that doesn't let me breathe at all.
the wind blew, and the dust and sand rose, drifting between heaven and earth, and I was very helpless and confused. Oh, like an abyss, like an abyss that will never see the sun, and I am a trivial sand, a sand blown into the abyss by a strong wind. Oh, like a whirlpool, like a whirlpool that never stops turning, but I brought it in unconsciously. I'm breaking free, I'm struggling, but it's always me who gets hurt.
class is over, the papers are handed in, and my thoughts have stopped. In reality, I am still sand, still in the whirlpool ... I have always believed in animism. Therefore, I love fantasy, I love being in a daze, sometimes I cry for no reason, I cling to unrealistic things and give everything. Because, I believe, everything is animistic.
In spring, I saw the liquid flowing from the flower quilt, and I thought it was tears from the flower. In summer, I saw the watermelon roll when it was cut. I thought it was a desperate twitch of watermelon in severe pain. In autumn, the wind blows the leaves off the trees, and the leaves are crunchy, which I think is the unwilling scream of the leaves; In winter, there will be a soft sound when the snow blocks accumulated on the eaves of branches fall. I think it is the soft roar of nostalgia when the snow blocks are broken.
everything is animistic. A drop of dew, a stone, some air, a handful of dirt … they are all alive. Although their lives are tragic and not respected. But they came into this world, they are happy, they are constantly forgotten, but they have the same longing and desire for everything, so everything is alive in my heart. Lyric Composition 7 in Grade Four
Students complain every day,
Homework is really endless,
The teacher's lecture is a lullaby.
but you've never met anyone who is selfless beside you.
Who says students are tired?
Look at your teacher.
They devote their youth to your study every day,
.
Who says students are tired?
Look at your parents.
They grow up for your health every day.
They run around every day.
Who says students are tired?
Look at the people around you.
They all work hard every day for society and you.
ah! Who says that students are tired?
Everyone around you is dedicating themselves.
As long as we live an idle life,
those homework and lessons are nothing. Fourth-grade lyric composition 8
Teacher, teacher,
you are like a burning candle,
it lights us up, but
it burns itself.
Teacher, teacher,
You are like a never-ending silkworm, which
warms us, but
exhausts our life.
teacher, teacher,
you are like a hard-working bee,
sweet to us,
but you are exhausted.
teacher, teacher,
you are like a towering tree,
sheltering our grass from the wind and rain,
but you are determined in the storm.
Teacher, teacher,
You are like an industrious gardener,
You irrigate your life with sweat,
But you never tire of it.
teacher, teacher,
you are like the warm sun,
always shining on us,
making us bright and gorgeous.
teacher, teacher,
we are grateful to you,
for your education. My home is in the military camp, where I grew up. Under the solemn military emblem, as soon as we walked into the gate of the camp, rows of neat trees seemed to salute us, and roads were also cleaned by military uncles. Solar street lamps were guarded on both sides like guards, highlighting the modern atmosphere. The grass on the lawn has the same standard "board inch" as the military uncle. Teams of soldiers pass by from time to time. Will there be my father in it? When I grow up, I must walk through Tiananmen Square like them.
I remember when I was a child, every summer, the music fountain would sing cheerful songs. My elder sister-in-law will take me and my clothes to "visit" this "good friend" at this time. I enjoyed myself with the fountain, and the fountain understood my joy, and I realized the passion of the fountain! We've sung and danced enough, put on dry clothes and walked home barefoot!
There are not only my relatives here, but also my growing footprints. In my spare time, about three or five friends will go skateboarding in the sports hall, playing basketball in the playground and riding a bike in Little Square ...
! I love my camp, I love my home! Fourth grade lyric composition 1
My childhood was colorful and happy, which made me very proud, because I was very happy at that time. Now that I am older, I want to ask, "Where did you go as a child?"
I remember when I was a child, I was always happy. Tomorrow, there will be very little homework, and it will be extremely simple, and my parents love me very much. I can play after I finish my homework, and my parents are very patient to explain the problems I can't. At that time, when I didn't understand, my parents wouldn't hit me, just saying get up and < P > welcome the first sunshine.
looking at the newborn sun, I feel more comfortable!
After breakfast,
I'm more energetic and
I'm ready to go to school and suck what the teacher said.
After school,
I will go home with a bag full of knowledge.
After finishing our homework,
we will enjoy ourselves: downstairs, our laughter resounds everywhere,
at home, the sound of books is cadenced.
It's getting late.
We've finished our busy day.
It's time to have a good rest.
Let's have a sweet dream and
welcome a brand-new day. Fourth-grade lyric composition 11
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look! Flowers bloom in the air like scattered flowers; Like a colorful ribbon, it keeps falling. Colorful flowers are constantly blooming in the sky. I can't help admiring: "Ah! How beautiful the fireworks are! "
My whole family wore festive costumes and came to the Huangpu River with happy smiles on their faces. The Huangpu River is crowded with people. When I looked around, I saw that the shining light on the other side of Huangpu River was even more dazzling and dazzling. The phosphorescent boat illuminated by this shining light slowly advanced on the river, and the tourists were talking and laughing on the boat, which added a lot of atmosphere to the festival.
At this moment, there was a breeze, and the five-star red flag fluttered in the air as if it were happy for the motherland today and as if it were a tribute to the heroes who died. People have lifted their heads, and this momentum is impassioned and painted with the moonlight in October. I sang a song in my heart: Five-Star Red Flag, I am proud of you, Five-Star Red Flag, I am proud of you ...
China! As your children, I am proud, and I wish you more prosperity in the future! Lyric composition 12
in grade four was originally a happy Sunday
but I was depressed.
why on earth is this?
On a dreary Sunday,
I can't hear birds singing,
I can't hear fish laughing,
I can't see beautiful flowers,
I can't see delicate green grass.
On a sunny morning,
I should have slept in bed,
I should have gone outside to play.
but mom!
enrolled me in a calligraphy class.
I practice every Sunday!
practice! I'm tired of practicing!
once
I didn't attend calligraphy class
and it was several times in a row
My mother got angry,
"Why don't you learn calligraphy again?
If you don't go, I won't let you play, okay? "
I said helplessly, "I see".
I hope,
I will be happy every week
! Everyone is very happy! Fourth grade lyric composition 13
Where is spring? In the flowers. When spring comes, flowers and plants are in full bloom, just like one rainbow after another.
where is spring? In the stream. When spring comes, the spring water clatters in the stream, the water in the stream beats the music of spring, and the grass in the water is dancing happily in spring.
where is spring? On the earth. Spring is coming, and one spring after another, raindrops and drops fall on the ground like a clock. A burst of spring breeze slowly landed on the earth. Spring flowers and trees are dancing gently. Spring after spring, the thunder is ringing.