My sadness-fourth grade composition 1 Everyone has sadness, so do I. My sadness is the loss of Nana, a lively and lovely "good friend".
That afternoon, I was playing with my friends, and soon I got tired of playing, so I went home to accompany Nana. When I walked to the cage, I froze, because Nana was gone! I never liked looking, so I went to my mother. My mother said to me, "I gave it away." I asked, "Mom, who did you send it to?" Mom replied, "I won't tell you, and I won't pay you back anyway." My heart, my heart is broken, I found a quiet place to cry.
Mom, who did you give grandma to? Did you give it to your colleague's daughter? You can't give it to her! She won't take care of my little white rabbit. Once, she gave Nana Chinese cabbage with worms and dirt. If I hadn't arrived in time, Nana would have died. If Nana is with her now, she will die.
Mom, who did you give grandma to? Did you give it to your uncle at the deli downstairs? Do not give it to her. He must have given you a lot of money. You gave it to him as soon as you were happy. He will cook my rabbit and sell it. Once he said to me, "What a fat rabbit, sell it to me."
Mom, you see Nana is so cute, how can she bear to give it away? It has a triangular mouth under its big eyes, and its hair is as white as snow. I didn't expect you to ...
Nana, I miss you very much, and I will never forget you.
My Sorrow-Grade Four Composition 2 Alas! I caught a cold again recently. Since the day before yesterday, I have been unable to eat and have no energy in class. It's really hard!
I suddenly felt very cold and confused in class on Thursday: "Do I wear too much?" ? Why is it still cold? I feel a little dizzy, too. You don't have a cold, do you? But I still cheer up and go to class. At noon, my throat began to hurt and I couldn't eat, so I forced myself to pass the exam. After eating, my mother brought the medicine. After taking the medicine, I feel much better. Go to the clinic for an injection at night. Alas! What bad luck for a few days! But for the midterm, I can only suffer a little.
Friday, much better, unfortunately, the fever didn't go down, it was 39 or 5 degrees, and I still had a high fever! But my head is not very dizzy, and my body doesn't feel so cold. After the exam, when I got home, I threw away my schoolbag and collapsed on the sofa. The schoolbag is too heavy, and I'm exhausted! I feel thirsty, dizzy and my spirit has escaped. After finishing my homework after dinner, my mother took me to Xiaoliangshan to play, and I was full of energy again. I also ate a ham sausage and a bowl of chicken soup noodles and played games with children. I was very happy, but I don't know why my illness always breaks out at night. At night, I was shivering with cold, but others were full of energy! How to play when it is cold? I had to sit on a stool and keep warm around the fire. It's too warm!
Saturday, no spirit! I thought: What should I do? I must play football! It's past 6 o'clock, but I don't want to get up at all, but I don't want to miss class. I pulled myself together and asked my mother, "Mom, my head is dizzy again. Do you still want to play football? " ? If you don't do this, you will be absent from class. "Mom touched my forehead, so hot! Asked me not to go, and said I would ask the coach for leave. So, I went back to bed to sleep? After 8 o'clock, my mother woke me up and took me to the hospital. I finally dozed off, but I walked listlessly. In the hospital, there is no seat, so I can only sit on the table and rest. I am listless, leaning on my mother, and I can fall asleep standing. After waiting for a long time, it was finally my turn to have a blood test again. I have been drinking water, probably because I have a cold. My mouth is dry and my throat hurts. I almost cried when I drew blood, and I drew a tube full of blood. It was so painful! Fortunately, the test results were fine, so my mother took me to the clinic for an intravenous drip. I feel much better at home because I often drink water and have intravenous drip. But because I drank too much water and went to the toilet several times, I didn't go to my favorite football class either. What a pity!
I hate being sick! I hate being sick!
Bacteria are really annoying, I hate bacteria!
Needles are disgusting! I hate needles!
My sadness-I have experienced a lot of sadness, but there is only one thing that I still feel sad when I think about it.
Before, my father bought me a little turtle. It has two short front legs, a pair of hind paws and two eyes as big as black sesame seeds. Whenever something happens around, it retracts into its hard armor, and when it is quiet around, it slowly stretches out again. So cute! I named it "coward".
But one day, I forgot to change the water for the mountain turtle living in the bottle. When I think of it, I see it closed its eyes, and its four claws spread forward and floated on the water. At first, I thought the mountain turtle was asleep, but after more than 20 minutes, I shook the bottle and the mountain turtle didn't respond at all. I called my father in a hurry. Father looked at the bottle carefully and said, "There are a lot of bacteria and turtle excrement in the water. You didn't change the water for the turtle in time, which caused these dirty things to float on the water. The tortoise is suffocated by lack of oxygen! " On hearing the word "death", I couldn't stop crying.
My carelessness in the mountain turtle has caused irreparable consequences, and I feel very guilty and sad.
My Sorrow-Composition 4 of Grade Four In my growing experience, there are happy things, happy things, warm things, moving things ... but there are also unforgettable pains.
Did not do well in the exam
In the next semester of the fourth grade, after the mid-term exam, I feel that I didn't do well in the science exam. I felt uneasy when the roll of paper was handed out. When the science teacher read less than 80 points, the teacher called my name, and I only got 78 points. My mood suddenly changed from sunny to rainy, and it thundered on a sunny day, so I couldn't help crying. The teacher told me earnestly, "I didn't do well in the exam this time." Find problems and study hard. " I feel much better after listening to the comfort of the science teacher. I think: when I wait for the final exam, I will repay the expectations of teachers and parents with excellent results.
make a telephone call
When I was a child, my mother and grandmother once called. They had a good chat. I said to my mother, "Mom, I want to talk to my grandmother, can I?" Mom said, "No," and I was so anxious that I cried. Mom said, "I still can't." After waiting for a few minutes, my mother saw me sad and asked me to talk to my grandmother. It turned out that my mother was talking to her grandmother just now!
The puppy died.
In my hometown, there is a puppy that I have been with for three years, and I especially like it. Once I walked my dog, I didn't know what it ate and died in my vegetable field. When I saw him lying there motionless, he could no longer play with me, and his tears kept falling. ...
I am particularly reluctant to mention these things, because I feel very sad when I say it.
My Sorrow-Do you know what my sadness is?
That is-my favorite chicken was eaten by a hateful wild cat.
That is a very lovely chicken. It has a pair of very small ears. If you don't look carefully, you can't find it. Its little head has bright eyes and a sharp mouth; Chubby body, golden feathers, a pair of small paws walking around, looks even more lovely.
In order to call it better, I also gave it a nice name-"7 up". The meaning of this name is because 7-up is my favorite drink, which expresses my love for it.
But one night, it was eaten by a hateful wild cat. I didn't know it at that time, and I was still shouting my "7-up" with joy, but when I got to the henhouse, I was shocked! Because there is no cute chubby figure in the henhouse, only a 7-up body. With tears in my eyes, I rushed over and asked my grandfather, "How did the chicken die?"
Grandpa replied, "When the chicken returned to its nest, a wild cat came from somewhere. No matter how hard I rushed, it didn't leave and killed the chicken. " After listening to this passage, I can't help but leave tears of sadness.
Ah! My lovely chicken! I hope you can find your happy home in heaven.
My sadness-composition 6 of grade four passed the mid-term exam in a blink of an eye. On the day when the report card was handed out, I came home dejectedly, and my father asked to see my test paper.
Dad read my Chinese test paper and said nothing. He saw my math test paper and said, "Why can't you do such a simple question?" At this point, my heart hurts like a needle. I thought to myself, I have worked very hard, and you still scold me like this, and my heart is very wronged. When my father spoke English, I couldn't help it any longer. I ran into the room and closed the door, and my tears kept flowing like spring water. I want to go out for fun, but I'm embarrassed to go out. I have no choice but to distract myself by doing my homework and forget the exam. But this thing haunts me like a demon and I can't get rid of it. Until I was hungry, I went to the living room, ashamed and afraid of being found by my parents, I quickly picked up the oranges and ran back to my room. I ate and reflected. Am I wrong? Dad criticized me so much because he wanted me to work harder next time. What I did was so sorry for my parents. I got up the courage to go out of the room and apologized to my parents. I am much more relaxed.
Everyone will be sad, and I am no exception, but as long as I say it, I will feel much better.
My Sorrow-Grade Four Composition 7 Every time I see another puppy, I think of my MengMeng, but it has left me, and that sad past makes me feel deeply sorry.
MengMeng is very cute and never makes trouble. But grandma took a fancy to a little greyhound and bought it back. It's called gray. When Gray came, he either bit MengMeng's tail or chased MengMeng. MengMeng made a hullabaloo about when he was bullied. Grandma always talks about MengMeng when she hears it. After that, I will take MengMeng out to play. One day, I came home from school. My grandmother told me that she had helped MengMeng choose a new owner and was going to send it to my home to play. I'm going to send MengMeng and my grandmother together, and my grandmother agreed. The new owner has only one grandfather. Seeing us coming, she was very enthusiastic, cutting watermelons and pouring tea. I put MengMeng on the ground, and MengMeng suddenly looked at me with a very strange look, as if pleading with me not to leave him behind. I was really in a dilemma! I had to stay with grandma when she was leaving. I closed the door. MengMeng seemed to see me off and ran out.
At home, tears came down. I love MengMeng.
How is MengMeng now? I still miss me. I am so sad.
I spent four years on campus, and many things happened, some happy and some sad. But there is one thing I have always kept in mind, which reflects the concern of teachers and classmates. The thing is this: once, my classmates were all writing papers, and my nose suddenly bled. I don't want to tell the teacher, just think: it will be fine in a minute. However, when my deskmate saw my nosebleed, she quickly said to the teacher, Teacher, my deskmate has a nosebleed! As soon as I finished, the teacher came to see me. I borrowed a paper towel from other students, stuffed it in my nose, and then gently said to me, you should lean back for a while, and it will be fine for a while. I listened to the teacher's words, leaned for a while, and soon recovered. It can be seen from this incident that both teachers and classmates are very concerned, otherwise my nose is bleeding and neither teachers nor classmates can help me. I am very grateful to my teachers and classmates. I want to learn the spirit of helping others from my teachers and classmates.
When I was nine years old, I had a lively and lovely little white dog. It is not big, its white curly hair covers its whole body and its small face, and it looks like a little sheep. It has a pair of big ears, but its tail is very short, almost completely hidden in curly hair. It was such a lively and lovely little white dog that I killed unconsciously.
It was a sunny day. I saw the little white dog chained, and felt that it was lonely and had no freedom. So I untied the rope and took the puppy shopping without telling my family. Maybe it's because the puppy went out for the first time, and everything in the street was particularly novel to him. I learned to walk my dog on the road happily. Because the rope was too thin, my hands sweated and I suddenly let go. The puppy rushed to the road, followed by whistling and barking. I was shocked at once. I wish I was dreaming, but the reality is always cruel: the poor dog's body is lying in the street, its snow-white hair is soaked with blood, and its organs are crushed like parts by a big truck. The situation is simply terrible.
At that moment, I burst into tears, threw myself on the ground and shouted, "I'm sorry, puppy, I hurt you!" " "This is really a sad and sad lesson! This has become the saddest thing for me!
My Sorrow-Fourth Grade Composition 10 When it comes to my sadness, I sigh and get upset. I am sad-composition!
Although I keep talking in my mouth every day, my brain hurts as soon as I pick up a pen to write a composition. In my mother's words: "There is only one mouth left."
Teachers especially like to decorate "something that moves me". However, in my life, today is as ordinary as yesterday, and nothing has happened. What moved me hasn't happened yet. God, how can I write about the future?
Teachers also like to decorate: "a familiar person." I know many people, but I think people I know are doing ordinary things every day. Alas, I can't find any fresh material when I break my fingers and look at familiar people horizontally and vertically, and look left and right. My teacher's comment on writing is often: "the article is not specific", or "the material is too general".
Finally, the teacher arranged to write fairy tales. I thought: now I can play very well. Because fairy tales from me are my specialty. Why is it difficult to write articles? I excitedly wrote a long fairy tale, two pages long. After writing, I enjoyed my composition very much and thought proudly: I can finally let the teacher know my true level. When the composition was sent down, I was dumbfounded: the teacher circled the wrong words, but there were 2 1! The teacher commented: "There are too many typos, and the meaning is unclear." There are many typos, which do not affect the teacher's understanding of the meaning of the article at all! Why did the teacher say I was "unclear"? And then what?
My sadness-fourth grade composition 1 1 Last summer, my mother bought me an extremely cute little turtle, and I like it very much. I take pains to change water and feed it every day, because it is particularly pleasing.
But one day, when I saw its lovely appearance, I was very happy, and then I watched it climb up the stone slowly, just like a mountaineer. At this time, I have a feeling of breaking through something. I picked up the little turtle and danced, then rolled it on the ground and tossed it over and over again, so I went back and forth a dozen times. The more I play, the harder I work. I stood on the sofa and threw the little turtle from a height of about 1 meter. Suddenly, I seem to see the little turtle looking at me with two strange eyes, like begging, like despair, more like contempt and protest against me. At this time, my hand trembled slightly and I put the little turtle into the water tank in a hurry. In my sleep, I seemed to see a turtle god saying, "If you kill me, you will get what you deserve." After that, I disappeared. I quickly ran down from the bed and saw the little turtle floating in the water, with pale eyelids and stiff whole body. I feel very ashamed, and I can't think of any way to compensate, so I have to bite my teeth.
When I woke up the next day, I saw a fresh life dying in my hands. I feel like a demon, and I can't help crying, but it's too late. I can only pray silently in my heart: little turtle, bon voyage.
One day at noon, my mother and I went shopping and saw an aunt selling rabbits. I saw the rabbit was white and lovely, so I bought one and took it home. I feed it half a carrot every morning, half a carrot at noon and half a carrot at night. I take good care of it. And take him downstairs for a walk every day and let him go out for a run.
But a few days later, my rabbit suddenly stopped moving. I looked at it. It turned out that my little rabbit died and I cried sadly because I didn't take good care of my rabbit. Mother said, "It's not all your fault, but the rabbit doesn't adapt to the environment here." Then I walked sadly to school. Every time after school, I miss my bunny. The children told me to go out to play, but I ignored them and missed my rabbit. No matter when I go to school, after school or when I sleep at night, I always miss my rabbit. It was like my brother and sister, but now it's dead. I am sad. This incident will never be forgotten by me.
From that day on, I never bought a rabbit again.
My Sorrow-Before the Spring Festival of Grade Four Composition 13, I participated in the children's calligraphy competition in the province. In this competition, I won the gold medal in Jiangxi Province. It is a great honor to represent Jiangxi children in the National Children's Calligraphy Competition.
I am very happy to hear that I will go to Beijing to participate in the National Children's Calligraphy Competition on the third day of the first month. I turn over the calendar every day and wait day by day. It's like a day in Sanqiu. It's hard to wait until the Spring Festival. However, it snowed all night, and after a few days, the snow turned frozen, and the freezing turned into a snowstorm. Pedestrians and vehicles could not pass, and people who went home for the holiday stayed at the station, so our game was forced to be cancelled. It pains me to hear that it is gone. I have been thinking about tea and rice these days, as if I had lost my soul. Finally wait until this day, but the bamboo basket draws water with a sieve.
This is my saddest thing, because I want to take this opportunity to see the Great Wall and the flag-raising in Tiananmen Square, but these ideals have all been dashed at this moment, but I will work hard and not lose heart. I believe I will have a second chance to go to Beijing.
My sadness-14 Today I am very sad, because my parents quarreled, and war at home started, and they ignored each other.
My mother said coldly to me, "You go to school by bus today!" " ""what? "I couldn't help putting down my chopsticks and looking at my watch." There's no time, it's seven o'clock, no! ""yes, your father has no time! He looks at his brother and has no time to take care of you! " Mom said angrily.
I feel sad, like a wounded kitten. I grabbed the bus card, picked up my schoolbag and left. Dad immediately said, "You haven't eaten yet!" ""I don't eat, keep it, keep it for you and my mother! "When I spoke, two lines of tears flowed out and fell to the ground. I hurried into the elevator and went downstairs. Dad put on his clothes and chased me, but mom went to see my brother coldly.
When I got to school, I cried because I thought my mother had kicked me out of the house. Xiao Feng and John came running around me: "Are you all right, huh?" "Nothing, just a little thing happened at home." "Mom and Dad quarreled?" As soon as I guessed right, I nodded. "Nothing, my parents are fine." I nodded and smiled. However, what is hidden in my heart is still sadness. ...
My sadness-fourth grade composition 15 In the process of growing up, I will experience happy things, exciting things and interesting things, but what I remember most is the sad thing.
During the Spring Festival last year, my mother bought me three little goldfish. These three little goldfish are particularly cute. One of them is the largest, and the other is of medium size. My favorite is the smallest one. It is covered with golden scales, but it has a black tail.
Once, I filled the fish tank too full and a fish jumped out of it. When I found it, it was covered with dust and lying motionless on the ground.
Another time, there was too much fish food, and the bigger fish came first, only ate two or three fish food, and then the fish died. I am very sad to see them die one by one. In the fish tank, only my favorite little goldfish is left.
I don't know why, but for the next few days, he didn't even take a bite. Is it because all his companions are dead that he has no appetite to eat? But I tried many ways to no avail, and finally it died.
I am sad. Now I can only see an empty fish tank. If I raise them carefully, they should still be alive. I regret it and feel so sad!