Look! The drizzle covered the earth like smoke and gauze, making it look picturesque. The drizzle moistens the willow, which wakes up, softens its branches and spits out buds as big as rice grains; The breeze blows the Buddha statue, swaying gently, like a group of fairies in gauze skirts dancing. As if someone was directing, the birds flapped their wings, released their voices on the willow branches and sang the praises of spring happily. Yingchun couldn't help laughing, and the green grass wet by the rain was not to be outdone. She shook herself off the ground and put a furry green dress on it. Ah! How beautiful! This tree, this flower and this grass constitute a beautiful picture that only the spring rain can describe!
Look! The children were also attracted, waving red, sky blue and crimson umbrellas in the spring rain, so many, so beautiful ... There is a man with glasses among the children-isn't that our teacher? Ah! Teacher, isn't the spring rain your incarnation? Aren't you selflessly watering the flowers of the motherland like spring rain?
2. Look at the picture and write a 400-word composition on page 78 of the second volume of Grade Four. I feel like a humble "grass" in the vast sea of people in the world. I am not outstanding in appearance and my brain is not smart enough; In a word, I am humble.
However, since I was born, I have a grandfather who loves me very much. He regards me as the darling of the municipal party Committee. If you hold it in your hand, you will be afraid of breaking it, but if you hold it in your mouth, you will be afraid of melting it. He dotes on me too much. My grandfather is an uneducated clown. He was arrested as a soldier from the age of 14, and his ears were deafened by soldiers' gunfire. He has a good temper. But he cares about me very much and often holds me and tells me about the revolutionary history from 1994 and their experiences as soldiers. He kept talking and I kept listening.
When I was young, my grandfather fed me, put me to sleep and made me happy. So I love my grandpa very much. Later, the old man turned me into a schoolbag-carrying pupil, and also turned my grandfather into an old man with silver hair, wrinkles and love to get into a dead end. But time only takes away the years, but it can't take away grandpa's love for me. Whenever I make a mistake and want to eat the fried meat with a thin stick given by my mother, my grandfather comes like an angel. He protects me. When I do my homework, he always smiles at me. I am sick, and he will go to my mother to get my medicine, and then stay with me until I get well, and he is not at ease.
My grandfather also taught me some common sense of life, such as: food is precious and can't be wasted, saving water and electricity resources, going to bed early and getting up early is good for my health … Now I have formed good habits.
Grandpa's 87th birthday passed. He is very old. Did he lose his temper with his family and do something boring? I kind of hate him. My grandfather will wake me up when I am at school. He still has something delicious to eat for me, even when I come home from school. Whenever I am wronged at school, I will cry when I go home. My grandfather still hugged me and said to me, nothing, don't be afraid. Because grandpa is over 60 years old, he has become like a "child". He never stops looking for trouble and dares to do anything.
Looking at the vicissitudes engraved on grandpa's face, I am afraid that he who loves me will suddenly leave me, leaving me helpless; So, I prayed again: time! Please slow down! It seems that "I didn't hear" and it is still ticking away. The only thing I can do now is to take good care of grandpa; Just as he loved me when he was a child, he accompanied him through the "four seasons of life"; Knowing that he will leave me naturally one day.
3. Look at the picture composition of the fourth grade. Look at the picture composition of the fourth grade: the cold winter is coming, I advise you to add clothes sooner or later.
Just after beginning of winter, I suddenly met a gust of wind, and I couldn't help shivering. I just shrank my shoulders and tried to put my hand into my pocket. The news rang * * * I turned on my cell phone and saw my friend's words.
Not many words, but like a warm wind blowing, the ice in my heart melted, the willows turned green, and swallows flew in one by one, so she stood up and walked towards winter. If there is no wind, this beautiful feeling may have been dusty-I said in my heart: there is no wind whenever and wherever.
If there is no wind, spring has no hands, feet and wings. Even when it comes to the side, it is stiff, without green footprints and gentle touch-is this still called spring? If there is no wind, summer will be sultry, and if you are upset, there will be no expectation; The chirping of cicadas can't lift the lotus leaves in the pool, and the arrival of rain becomes silent tears-is it summer? If there is no wind, the white dew is frost, the autumn leaves will hang on the branches so dry, the autumn grass will die lonely, and the fragrance of the field will be suppressed into a pungent musty smell. The battle line going south will be like a defeated soldier fleeing, and the clouds in the sky will be as heavy as snow-capped mountains-autumn will lose its agility and freehand brushwork, so what is autumn? If there is no wind, winter will become a lonely black and white world, just like men and women walking together have no language to talk to; Snowflakes fall vertically, the red scarf that walks on the snow hangs lifelessly, and the smoke from the kitchen is like a blue-gray pillar-the beauty of winter is all dressed up by the wind. A windless winter is a man who loses his will to fight, just like a woman who doesn't want to wash and dress. Can it be winter? If there is no wind, the sea will become a deceiver, like an endless trap, and no one will be afraid of it before falling into the water; Countless frolics can only stand on the shore, quietly watching tourists steal the property of the sea. Without the wind, the vast Yangtze River would have no white sails sailing to the horizon. Who cares who lives at the head of the Yangtze River and who lives at the tail? If there is no wind, dandelion flowers will fall into dust and mud without emotion, peach and plum flowers are only signs of reproduction, and reed flowers will not affect people's attachment to the countryside ... If there is no wind, farmers will watch the grain and bran grass mix into a ball; If there is no wind, children can't fly their dreams with kites; If there is no wind, who can let the shoulder-length long hair float with charming feelings? If there is no wind, the farewell flute will be dumb on the banks of the He Kang River; If there is no wind, Nanping night clock will die of old age forever; If there is no wind, there are still two and a half footprints of an old man and a small man winding along the beach in Penghu Bay ... What is the wind? Wind is the power of change, the maker of hope and the source of vitality; It is warmth, poetry, a pen in the painter's hand, and music flowing in the hearts of people and everything.
Fortunately, everything is just if-we still have the wind, so we believe that the four seasons are still there, the waves are still there, the smoke is still there, and all the seeds that can be released will eventually find their own home; At least we still have the wind, so we are not lonely or depressed, we will not give up hope because of temporary loss, and we will not get carried away because of temporary complacency; We can always have wind, so we believe that warmth will come back, beauty will be reborn, and love will grow into a piece of green on the earth.
4. Lonely Children1937 On August 28th, it was dark and the sun was covered by layers of dark clouds.
However, Shanghai South Railway Station is still very lively. Those who were going to leave by train didn't notice at all that a small group of heavily armed Japanese soldiers were approaching the entrance of the railway station. With submachine guns in their hands and bullet bags hanging around their waists, they quickly scanned the busy people around them with wolf-like eyes.
Suddenly, a commander-like man raised his submachine gun and shot at the noisy crowd. Several young people at the ticket gate were frightened by this sudden attack and immediately fell into a pool of blood. Those children who sit in front of the podium and have a rest and play, some of them are timid and have long been scared to cry; There are also some courageous people who fled in all directions.
The whole railway station is shrouded in fear, and there is a murderous look in the air. With the buzzing sound, several bow-tie fighters of different colors and shapes flew here. I saw them hovering over the railway station like fierce eagles, dropping several bombs and then flying away.
The South Railway Station, which was bustling an hour ago, suddenly turned into ruins. A series of immature cries came from the ruins of the South Railway Station, and I saw a little boy sitting on the blood-spattered ground crying helplessly.
He is in rags, his thin body supports his huge head, and he is obviously a poor child with malnutrition. He is a poor child and the luckiest one at the same time.
When the enemy plane dropped the bomb, the young parents put the sleeping child under their bodies and provided him with a refuge with their lives. A few minutes later, a steel plate fell right on the couple ... After the child woke up, his parents could not be found among the unrecognizable bodies around him.
The child may have realized that the person who loves him most has left him, and he doesn't know what else to do except cry. This is a small fragment of the disaster that war has brought to mankind.
Of course, this poor child was taken in by a kind passer-by. When he grew up, the children appealed to people all over the world: "For children not to lose their father, for wives not to lose their husbands, and for the elderly not to lose their sons, people all over the world should act in unison to ring the death knell of war for the new 2 1 century and make this world a real home for mankind." When the footsteps of spring approach us, we will wait quietly with open arms.
When the guns of war ring again, we should sincerely pray that people all over the world can be bathed in the sunshine of spring breeze, peace and love.
5. Write 400 words in Unit 4, Volume 2, Grade 4 Chinese in primary school. Thank you for giving this lonely child. 1On August 28th, 937, it was dark and the sun was covered by layers of dark clouds. However, Shanghai South Railway Station is still very lively. Those who were going to leave by train didn't notice at all that a small group of heavily armed Japanese soldiers were approaching the entrance of the railway station. With submachine guns in their hands and bullet bags hanging around their waists, they quickly scanned the busy people around them with wolf-like eyes.
Suddenly, a commander-like man raised his submachine gun and shot at the noisy crowd. Several young people at the ticket gate were frightened by this sudden attack and immediately fell into a pool of blood. Those children who sit in front of the podium and have a rest and play, some of them are timid and have long been scared to cry; There are also some courageous people who fled in all directions. The whole railway station is shrouded in fear, and there is a murderous look in the air.
With the buzzing sound, several bow-tie fighters of different colors and shapes flew here. I saw them hovering over the railway station like fierce eagles, dropping several bombs and then flying away. The South Railway Station, which was bustling an hour ago, suddenly turned into ruins.
A series of immature cries came from the ruins of the South Railway Station, and I saw a little boy sitting on the blood-spattered ground crying helplessly. He is in rags, his thin body supports his huge head, and he is obviously a poor child with malnutrition. He is a poor child and the luckiest one at the same time. When the enemy plane dropped the bomb, the young parents put the sleeping child under their bodies and provided him with a refuge with their lives. A few minutes later, a steel plate fell right on the couple. ...
When the child woke up, he could no longer find his parents among the unrecognizable bodies around him. The child may have realized that the person who loves him most has left him, and he doesn't know what else to do except cry.
This is a small fragment of the disaster that war has brought to mankind. Of course, this poor child was taken in by a kind passer-by. When he grew up, the children appealed to people all over the world: "For children not to lose their father, for wives not to lose their husbands, and for the elderly not to lose their sons, people all over the world should act in unison to ring the death knell of war for the new 2 1 century and make this world a real home for mankind."
When the footsteps of spring approach us, we will wait quietly with open arms. When the guns of war ring again, we should sincerely pray that people all over the world can be bathed in the sunshine of spring breeze, peace and love.
Unit 4 How to Write a Picture Composition Unit 4 Composition: Children in War On a sunny day, the lovely child Zhang went to Shanghai with his parents to visit relatives in Shandong.
Just when buying tickets, a disaster that no one expected came. An ominous evil spirit is coming. A dozen Japanese bombers flew through the air and dropped evil bombs.
Just when the people in the waiting room reacted and fled, it was too late. The house collapsed like an earthquake, and the survivors were killed by the Japanese troops who came later with revolvers. Zhang is lucky, but his parents lost their precious lives for their children.
The father fell to the ground to block bullets for the children and his wife, and the mother was seriously injured and could no longer run. It is a great maternal love, which allows the mother to block the last bullet for the child with her last breath. Although the child escaped a bullet, he will never feel maternal love.
Never get father's encouragement. Zhang looked at the ruins and shouted. What a lovely cry! Anyone who listens will wipe his tears and comfort him.
He is still a wet behind the ears child, but when he is enjoying his mother's love, the Japanese army is so inhuman. When help arrived, the air was filled with death and sadness.
A lesbian vaguely heard a cry, and quickly walked down the cry and found a tired and naive child, Zhang. He was still crying when the lesbian picked him up, but it seemed to say, "Mom, Dad, you miss you, come back soon!" " Japanese, I must take revenge when I grow up! "This tragic story reminds us that the Japanese are hateful, and they will never pay off this debt.
7. Look at the picture composition of the fourth grade. 500 words should be simple, don't write sea fire and train war 1937. On August 28th, 2007, Japanese planes bombed Shanghai South Railway Station, killing more than 200 people and injuring countless others. A couple took their newborn baby to Shanghai Railway Station to take a train. They were bombed by the Japanese invaders.
Shanghai Railway Station was bombed into a "garbage dump" that day. Although the couple were injured, they still protected their children tightly.
When pursued by the Japanese invaders, the child's father gave his precious life to protect his wife and children. The mother and son were so sad that tears ran down their cheeks. My son seemed to know that his father had passed away and cried louder than his mother, like lightning and thunder.
Just then, the baby's mother vaguely heard the footsteps of the Japanese invaders, but her mother was so tired that her feet were numb and she was injured that she couldn't walk. Great maternal love gives mother strength and makes her run. Because she ran very slowly, the Japanese invaders shot her mother in the foot.
Mother was beaten to death. The child seems to be crying: "Dad, Mom, come back quickly, son, I need you, come back quickly!" " "The mother seemed to hear her son crying.
She forcibly opened her eyes and said, "My dear child, you must survive, defeat the Japanese invaders in the future, avenge your parents, add luster to the people and country of China, and let foreigners know that China is not so easy to bully! Mom and Dad will always love you and bless you forever. Goodbye, my son. " Say that finish, mother has closed her eyes, no breathing.
This incident became a permanent injury to the newborn baby, and he became an orphan. This baby hates Japanese invaders. Why did he kill my parents and invade China? When I grow up, I must carry on my mother's legacy, defeat the Japanese invaders, and show the Japanese some color to let them know that we China people are powerful.
Why is there a war in the world? Where did the God of Peace go? Why do newborn babies lose their parents? Why did the beautiful railway station become a "garbage dump"? Why? Why? Hehe, this is just a composition. I think it is because the Japanese invaders want to occupy the territory of China. .
8. Unit 4, Grade Five Write more than 400 words on the picture. A little girl is walking home. She wore two croissants and a purple dress. This dress is dotted with small yellow flowers. Inadvertently, she found the rubbish discarded by people everywhere in front of the garbage bin on the roadside. The little girl thought, alas, what if a person with bad eyes stepped on it and slipped on the ground? Besides, teachers often teach us to do more good for the society, so I might as well spend some time cleaning up the garbage myself. Thinking about it, I picked up the garbage with my hands and threw it into the trash can. Just then, a man patted her on the shoulder and said, "What are you doing?" The little girl turned her head and saw that it was her classmate Xiao Qiang. The little girl told him what happened. Xiao Qiang thought about it and whispered a few words to the little girl. The little girl nodded knowingly and continued to pick up garbage. After a while, the little girl finally threw the last bit of garbage into the trash can, and Xiao Qiang also posted a piece of paper on the trash can, which read "Civilization-only one step away".
Although this story only comes from a group of seemingly simple cartoons, it has caused me to think.
This group of cartoons condemns those who litter through a very ordinary little thing in life. At the same time, it also reminds people to pay attention to civilization and not to throw garbage on the ground just because they want to take one step less. Remember, the earth we live in is yours, mine and everyone's, and each of us has the obligation to protect and cherish it.
I remember when I was in the fourth grade, I finished lunch and walked out of the school cafeteria. Suddenly, I saw a third-grade student coming to the teaching building with a garbage basket. He looked around, and when the teacher was not looking, he dumped the garbage next to the trash can, only half a step away from it. When I saw this, I went over and said, "You can't take out the garbage!" " The little classmate was taken aback. He turned around quickly and found that I was just a student. He said confidently, "Well, I'm not the only one who litters. What do you care? Mind your own business! " Say that finish, strode away.
I really want to find that classmate to argue with me. He said that he was not the only one who littered, and thought that he was correct and reasonable. But as long as you think about it a little, you will understand that if everyone, like him, thinks that he is not the only one who can throw garbage everywhere, then even the diligent students on duty will not help.
If everyone can have a sense of public morality like the two primary school students in the cartoon, our living environment will be better. When you want to take one step less in order to relax, please remember that you are about to become a "villain" that people often condemn.