Once, when I was playing at home, I suddenly saw my saplings sprouting. I jumped for joy. The saplings cherish their lives.
One day, lightning and thunder, the storm blew the saplings stagger. The sapling seemed to see a clump of grass and hid there. As soon as I saw it, I quickly found a board to cover the saplings. After a while, the weather improved and a rainbow appeared in the sky, which was very beautiful.
A few months later, the sapling grew a little taller than me. I am very happy. I water the saplings every day.
Once, our homework was to listen to our heartbeat how many times a minute. After a while, the steady and regular beating gave me a great shock. This is my life. It belongs to me alone. I can make good use of it or spoil it for nothing. It's up to me. I must be responsible for myself.
Although life is short, we can make infinite life reflect infinite value. So, I made up my mind to cherish my life, never let it pass in vain, and let myself live more wonderfully.
Today is Sunday. Uncle Shunzhong in the hospital asked me and my mother to pick plums at his aunt's house.
When mom and dad and uncle Shunzhong got off work, we came to uncle Shunzhong's house together, and then uncle Shunzhong took me, his daughter and my mother to pick plums.
When I arrived at the Coconut Garden, I was shocked: What a big Li Ziyuan! It is about 65,438+000 square meters, and each plum tree is covered with plums of different colors, including Huang Chengcheng, purple, green and red ... How beautiful! By this time, my saliva had rolled in my mouth and was still flowing downwards. Mom said after tasting; "Although it is a little sour, it is also sweet in the acid, so it has a special taste."
Suddenly, I found that there are many kinds of plums in this garden, some are green outside and white inside, some are red outside and some are yellow outside and yellow inside ..... So I picked a few, and I will taste them slowly and have a good taste when I get home. After a while, I picked a bag full of plums.
My mother and I also happily followed Uncle Shunzhong and his daughter home.
I don't know when a spider climbed onto the windowsill of my house. I have always been interested in spiders, so I observe them.
Spiders are about one centimeter long, and their thin black legs are covered with bristles. Spiders have a kind of mucus in their bodies. When it was pulled out of its tail, it immediately turned into silk. Spiders mostly weave webs in the morning. It slowly climbed to the left corner of the window, pulled out a stream of mucus, and then pulled the mucus into filaments and climbed to the opposite side, circle after circle, circle after circle, just like a skilled girl embroidering, and soon woven an octagonal net. Then, it hides aside, resting and waiting for flies and mosquitoes to trap itself.
After a while, a fly sneaked into my house, but it hit the web that the spider had just woven. It struggled desperately to escape. Spiders crawl quickly, spit mucus out of their mouths, soften flies, and then give them time to enjoy themselves. It can be seen that spiders are the heroes who catch pests.
Spider has a precious thing, the net is broken, it is indomitable, re-weaving the net until the net is completely hung there. We should learn from this spirit of spiders-not lazy, not discouraged, tenacious and unyielding.
Every hot summer, when the sun is scorching the earth, cicadas always like to call "cicada-cicada" on the trunk.
Such a small cicada can make such a loud noise. What sound does cicada make? This question puzzles me. In order to find out the secret of Chu Chan's pronunciation, I am going to observe the secret of Chu Chan's pronunciation on the spot.
The next day, I was in the silent jungle, looking for traces of cicadas. In a tree with red leaves like fire, I found a huge cicada, crying on the trunk. I squatted down and watched it for a long time, and found that cicadas always hold their chests out and become cocky when they make sounds, and they are full of pride. Later, I decided to catch it and go home to observe it carefully.
When I got home, I put it in a box. I pinched its abdomen with my hand. Suddenly found that cicadas can't pronounce, let go of the abdomen. The cicada is chirping again. I thought it was fun, so I squeezed and let go, and let go and squeezed. An idea flashed through my mind: Can cicadas make sounds through their bellies? So, without saying anything, I picked up a shiny knife and cut open the cicada's abdomen, and found that the cicada really couldn't pronounce. My mother told me that there is a layer of thin film "castanet" on the abdomen of cicada, which is a special vocal device for male cicada. When the muscles of the vocal membrane contract and vibrate, the cicada will make a sound, while the female cicada has no "castanets", so she is mute. Oh, now I know why cicadas stand out when they pronounce.
Through today's experiment, I learned that there are actually many wonderful things in nature that need our eyes and brains to discover!
At the end of the school playground runway, there is a bedroom-sized room with high windows and rusty iron gates. I really don't know what's in it. I've had this house since my second grade, and I'm curious. As long as physical education class is over there, I always look at the iron gate that never seems to open. There seems to be rust on the iron gate for several years, and the high gate always gives people a mysterious impression.
Once, I quietly ran to the back of the house during the activity class. Behind the house is a thorny tree, with only about 30 centimeters of space in the corner. I stood on tiptoe, trying to see something from the back-the only window in this mysterious hut. However, that window is too high, and I really want to jump, even at the moment of rising, as long as I can take a look. But I am too timid, because there is a thorny tree behind me, and my foothold is only 30 cm. So, I always think these trees are really annoying. Why not plant some trees without thorns, so I don't have to be afraid of getting stuck.
I've been wondering what this is, the office where the school used to hold secret meetings. Is it the school's "Tibetan scripture cave"? Or what treasure is unknown? Not many people pay attention to this small room, but it is really curious to me. I really want to open it suddenly one day, whether it is there or not, it can still satisfy people's curiosity.
On campus, there are actually many things that are strange, but they are just not found.
On March 4th, I enjoyed the vegetable garden outside the vegetable garden fence.
The morning glory outside the fence is more energetic than each other, some are scarlet and some are purple. Something from Mao Mao grew on the leaves. Some peas wrapped around the fence are blooming, and both flowers and fruits are better than those planted in the countryside.
At this time, the rape blossoms are ripe and yellow, like a girl wearing a yellow hat. Now that the cabbage is ripe, the fruit in the middle is like a ball, and the fruit outside is wrapped in a ball. At this time, the tomatoes are already red, and some are still hanging on the branches like plums. Peppers grow as hard as rape blossoms, but some are red and some are green. Garlic is as green as grass If the vegetable garden is full of garlic, it will be a flawless jade. How lonely and boring it will be! Eggplant has buds, but there is one. What a pity. I think it will be taken off soon. Coriander has such a small temple, only a few plants are big, and the rest are small seedlings. There is a tall maple tree in front of several houses. A gust of wind blew and raised many golden maple leaves. Maple leaves are flying in the air, like golden letters calling for the joy of autumn, telling us that autumn has arrived, telling fruit and vegetables to be ripe, and telling fruit farmers that it is time to go to the orchard to collect fruit. After that, he landed quietly and put a golden coat on the green grass to make it look particularly elegant. Gradually, gradually, the grass turned golden yellow, perhaps this is the autumn wind sweeping the leaves.
This is a vegetable garden.
Everyone may know that the taste of love is sweet. The taste of love is in my memory, both bitter and sweet. Let me talk about my bitter and sweet fatherly love.
I was only five and a half years old and still in kindergarten. One night, my father did something to me. It really hurts! I stared at my notebook with my eyes wide open and practiced writing "ten" awkwardly with my hands. Some words are badly written. If I look at them now, I will take them seriously as "Oracle Bone Inscriptions". At this time, my father's tall figure appeared in front of me, blocking my light. I saw my hair from my father's feet. "wow! So this is the' monster' mentioned in the cartoon! How high! " Because I was less than one meter. But dad's head and nostrils emit smoke from time to time. It's really nice. It's beautiful. For example, my mother made me a duck egg head. I saw my father twist up the clothes on my back and pat my round ass hard. Dad can't clean up now. I screamed, cried, and made a noise. From time to time, a few words came out of my mouth: Wow ... Dad, I want to sue you. When I tell my mother, I will definitely spank you ... Wow ... At this time, my father put me down, because my neighbor Aunt Zhou also heard it and said that my father was too hard on me. Dad was also very embarrassed to push me into the room, looking around, and finally found two pieces of "Beijing crisp" candy for me to eat. I peeled off the sugar paper and put the sugar in my mouth. Wow, it's really sweet! I stopped crying.
This bitter and sweet fatherly love will always grow with me.
Today is Arbor Day. Jingjing cheerfully picked up a shovel and prepared to plant trees. But then he thought, "My saplings are too fragile. What if someone steps on it? " ? Still a warning signal. Jingjing immediately made a wooden sign that read "Love Trees". Jingjing set off skipping with warning signs, saplings and shovels.
Jingjing trotted all the way to a clearing. He put down the saplings and warning signs, picked up a shovel and began to dig a hole. While digging a hole, he said, "Little sapling, I will plant you this spring, and I will come to see you next spring to see which of us grows fast." He was so tired that he was sweating profusely. Finally, a deep and big pit was dug. Jingjing gasped and said, "Little sapling, I have built you a comfortable and beautiful home. You will grow up and bear fruit soon. "
Jingjing took the warning sign and put it in into the pit. Then he picked up a shovel to fill the soil, thinking: put up a warning sign, and my sapling will not be trampled down. Jingjing shouldered a shovel, hummed a song and went home happily.
The poor sapling lay there quietly, hoping that Jingjing, who was careless, would visit it soon.
My mother was not at home yesterday noon, so I cooked instant noodles myself. I am both excited and nervous. Fortunately, I saw my mother making instant noodles.
So I started: prepare a bag of instant noodles, put a proper amount of water in the pot, and the pieces that can make instant noodles are just right. I thought of the noodles my mother cooked at that time, and then turned on the gas stove. Blue flames burst out and licked the bottom of the pot evenly. After a while, the pot made a "thump thump" sound. I know the water is boiling. At this time, I opened the outer packaging of instant noodles, put the noodles in, then tore open the seasoning bag, slowly poured it in, stirred it with a shovel, and made a "jingle" sound, just like kissing the bottom of the pot again and again.
I covered the pot and turned down the fire. After waiting for about three minutes, I couldn't wait to open the lid, and the smell of beef came to my nose, which made my mouth water in thousands of feet. I quickly took a big bowl, took the pot in my hand and poured the noodles in. When I saw the soft white noodles, it seemed to say, "Come and eat us, it's delicious!" " "
Like a hungry tiger, I began to eat. I am very happy to eat my own instant noodles.
After lunch today, I said to my mother, "mom, take a rest!" Let me wash the dishes today! " Mother said, "All right! But be careful! " I hope I can practice my skills! So I put the bowls and plates together and took them to the kitchen, next to the sink. Then put water into the bowl, drop a few drops of detergent into the bowl, and then wash the dishes carefully. I have a cloth bowl in my right hand and a bowl rim in my left. I'll wash up and wash down. I accidentally broke a bowl because the detergent was too slippery. My mother hurried over and didn't scold me. On the contrary, she encouraged me to say, "There is a first time for everything. I accidentally broke it this time. Don't break the bowl next time. " I finally washed the dishes according to my mother's instructions. I looked up my mother, and she smiled and said, "Hello! Good boy! Long skill! I actually washed the bowl so clean. " I am very happy.
I tried washing dishes for the first time today, and my heart was full of joy. At the same time, I also understand that the difficulty of anything can only be known by personal practice. Besides, I am old, so I should learn to help my parents and lighten their burden.
The 300-word composition in the second volume of the fourth grade 1 1 We launched the activity of "knocking on the door of poetry". In this comprehensive Chinese learning activity, we read poems extensively, which not only deeply felt the profoundness of Chinese poetry culture, but also realized the beauty and affection contained in poems, and really benefited a lot. First of all, our group made an activity plan and went home to collect Tang poetry, Song ci, Yuanqu and modern poetry. We will collect the collected data and exchange them in class. In the communication, we learned about the classification and expression of poetry ... in short, we learned a lot of knowledge that we didn't know before. This activity allows us to swim in the ocean of poetry and broaden our horizons. Of course, we also learned a lot of skills in reading and experiencing poetry. By learning our own experiences, these experiences can not only help us better understand poetry, but also let us walk into the artistic conception of poetry and feel the poet's feelings at that time.
After learning to write poems, we also tried to write some poems ourselves. Although our poems still have shortcomings, there is a childlike interest between the lines, which makes us admire ourselves …
12 This time the teacher arranged a "special" winter vacation homework: he brushed a pair of running shoes.
On the first day of winter vacation, I wanted to brush my running shoes, so I couldn't wait to find a pair of running shoes that I hadn't worn for a long time. As this is the first time, I asked my mother to give me guidance.
My mother asked me to bring the washbasin, soap and dirty running shoes first, and then fill most of the washbasins with clean water. After getting ready, I followed my mother's instructions: soak the dirty running shoes in clean water, then wipe them back and forth with soap, and then clean the whole pair of shoes with soap. Then, put soap on the brush and brush the shoes back and forth on the running shoes with soap. Suddenly, countless gray-black soap bubbles filled my palms, hands and fingers like little ants. And the brush makes a regular "shua shua" sound, just like ants are singing in chorus. I dipped my other running shoe into the water and brushed it up and down. After brushing, I picked it up and found that there was a layer of dust on the surface of the shoes, which was not cleaned. I saw it, pouted and brushed it again, and finally it was clean.
Although the running shoes are clean and the water used is warm, my hands are still red and it takes a lot of effort. I look at shiny white running shoes. I feel a lot: my parents have to work so hard every day. Shouldn't we share more with our parents when we were young?
13 I like spring, sunny summer and snowy winter, but I prefer colorful autumn.
In autumn, he is a talented magician. He gives many gifts to everyone. He gave the golden lamp to the pear tree, which shook and shook, bringing joy to the autumn harvest. He gave the "umbrella" to the lawn, and mushrooms shook his slender figure.
Autumn is a famous great painter. He dyed the maple leaf red, and the maple leaf seemed drunk. The maple leaf shook its arm as if to say, "Thank you for autumn, it makes me look more energetic!" " "He turned the mountain into colorful new clothes. Gold is used in abel tamata. Uncle farmer is busy harvesting rice!
In autumn, there is very nice music hidden. Crickets stand on the wicker, playing the violin and tapping the beat with their feet. Even small insects are fascinated.
Autumn brings songs of harvest to the earth, songs of joy to farmers' uncles and songs of joy to children.
In the fourth grade, the composition in the next volume is 300 words. Autumn is the harvest season. The rice in the field is ripe, the sun is shining with golden light, and there are waves of rice in the breeze, as if to show off their harvest! Cicadas disappear, wild chrysanthemums bloom, and the fragrance permeates the whole autumn; Mature sunflowers are bending over. Autumn wind is like a flexible comb, combing the fields in order; Qiu Guang is like a shining silver bead, shining in the fields.
In the bright autumn sunshine, the stream is crystal clear, and occasionally groups of small fish swim to the river to play, sometimes hidden, sometimes presented, as if hiding with Miss Qiu. The buttonwood trees on the river bank are covered with fruits soaked in red juice. As long as the autumn wind blows, the ripe fruit will fall into the water. The little fish saw it and pecked it.
In autumn, he is a painter, painting the vast countryside colorful; In autumn, he is a poet, singing mature fields in colorful and affectionate ways. In autumn, he is a singer who sings loudly about the harvest world in the distance. Walking in autumn, there is bright sunshine shining overhead; Walking in autumn, picking up a yellow leaf and quietly collecting it, autumn will always smile at us.
I love autumn!
Autumn is the harvest season, and autumn is the golden season. In this happy season, no one will be happy and no one will be happy, but winter is unparalleled. In winter, the earth is covered with snow and covered with a brand-new white carpet. White snowflakes are dancing happily in the blue sky, flying all over the sky like elves. Is there a more beautiful and charming scenery than autumn and winter?
If I were a poet, I would have a long poem to describe the beauty in autumn and the silver in winter.
If I were a painter, I would paint golden autumn and silvery white winter with crayons.
If I were a musician, I would sing the passion of autumn and the quiet color of winter with beautiful and euphemistic songs.
However, I am nothing. I'm just a student. I can only write down cool autumn and cold winter with a pen.
Autumn is always so charming. It is refreshing to see the neat gold leaves falling from the towering trees. Look at the snow in winter. It is so silvery white that it makes people feel cool.
I like autumn and winter. It is the cycle of four seasons, which makes us unhappy all the time.
16 The morning light of sunrise sprinkled golden light on the blue sky, white clouds and blue sea, and the breeze brought coolness. The Woods in the mountain village are also covered with golden clothes, and the sound of streams is accompanied by beautiful music, as if nature is changing slightly. "Although the flowers are bright, they must be supported by green leaves", but the leaves in my garden have gradually turned golden yellow. Kumquat also felt the autumn wind and put on a golden coat. The pitaya tree in my garden said shyly, "My gorgeous flowers bloom at night and get the love from the earth."
On autumn nights, ants will also go out to carry winter food together. I feel that autumn is coming and winter is coming. The first autumn rain of "Autumn" has already begun. He opened the door of autumn with cool feeling and colorful colors. Autumn, red apples, oranges and persimmons, lovely peaches. Everything! Autumn wind dyed ginkgo leaves yellow and maple leaves red, adding colorful colors to all kinds of chrysanthemums. Autumn gives us a cool feeling. Autumn is like a colorful picture with golden yellow as the main color!
Autumn shows me that the leaves of most plants in nature turn yellow, and animals are busy collecting and storing fruits to welcome the arrival of winter. I like my home in autumn! I love autumn!
17 autumn is the harvest season, and the countryside is golden everywhere.
In the field, the rice is ripe, golden and shining with sunshine. Some well-growing rice is half a head taller than our children. The road that a person can walk is crowded with countless meters. Farmers' uncles are busy in the fields, some are harvesting rice, some are pulling weeds, and some are watering and fertilizing crops. Suddenly, I found a few people standing motionless in the rice field in the distance, standing straight there with no farm tools in their hands. Look carefully, it turned out to be a scarecrow.
In autumn, farmers' homes are golden with natural flowers. It turns out that almost all farmers have planted chrysanthemums at home. Autumn is coming, chrysanthemums should be in bloom, so beautiful chrysanthemums of various colors abound, especially yellow ones, and no other flowers dare to compete with them. Red, yellow, pink and orange. I can't finish talking and count. From a distance, these clusters of flowers are beautiful. From a distance, these thick chrysanthemums float in with the warmth of the fragrant rice in the field. When they are in a daze, they can't tell whether the air is filled with the fragrance of chrysanthemums and rice or the smell of smoke in the kitchen.
The rice fields in autumn and the farmhouses in autumn are all golden. I love the golden countryside!
300 words 18 for the second volume of the fourth grade composition. Who should I send flowers to? I've thought about it and thought about it, so I'd better give it to my mother!
On March 8th Women's Day, my sister and I want to send a bunch of flowers to my mother. I said, "let's take out the money in the piggy bank and buy it for our mothers!" " "Sister said," all right! "But we don't have enough money, so a bunch of flowers need 35 yuan, but we want to buy two bunches of flowers and need 70 yuan. Now we only have money to buy a bunch of flowers, so we decided to buy a bunch of flowers for mom and them!
After buying flowers, we went home. Let's hide the flowers behind us and walk to our mother. We took them out at once and said, "Mom, your period is coming. I wish you a happy holiday." When my mother saw this bunch of flowers, tears flowed down like broken pearls. My mother said, "thank you, son. You are really my mother's good daughter and my mother's little cotton-padded jacket." The bouquet of flowers was inserted in our vase.
Mom is so hard and tired, all for our own good. We should study hard and honor them. I love my mother very much, but I love my parents more.
We should love life, life is limited, but serving the people is infinite.
Scholars of all ages have their own incisive views on human value. Goethe in Germany has a famous saying: If you want to love your own value, you must have the value of creating a miracle in the world. Rousseau of France also warned us that the value of life is decided by someone. I think Nogi Maresuke, a Japanese, said it more accurately: Doing great things that people think impossible is the highest happiness in life.
When life is honed, I deeply realize that the value of life is to give rather than take, to struggle rather than enjoy. This is the standard of children's life and the supreme happiness.
I remember once, I accompanied my mother to the suburbs to play. The deep blue sky is like a reflected lake; The air is fresh and the fragrance is mellow. Inadvertently, my foot slipped and my body lost its balance. My mother is about to fall down. I blocked my mother with my body, but my chin was bleeding.
Only then did I realize the true value of life.
The composition of 300 words and 20 words in the second volume of the fourth grade is carefully observed.
When I walked to the lawn, the grass stuck out of the ground, looked around curiously with yellow tips and nodded to their friends. Camellia trees have round flower buds and bright red spots on their heads. These flowers are about to bloom and swell as if they were about to burst.
There are many red buds on the branches of maple trees. These buds are symmetrical and long like rice grains, and snuggle up to the mother branches like twin sisters. Redstone trees are not to be outdone, their branches have sprouted purple buds, stretching hard into the sky, showing graceful dancing. In spring, many trees sprout buds, among which I like magnolia best. Fluffy buds hang on bare branches, like clouds of wool, more eye-catching, so pure, so beautiful.
The most interesting thing is birds. They are jumping around among the trees, chirping, some singing happily, some talking to each other, and some …
Spring, how lovely and charming, in the branches, in the flowers, on the lawn, in our hearts. ...
Today, my mother and I went to the supermarket to buy food. We walked in the street. Seeing several people gathered together, I was curious to squeeze in.
There is a blonde foreign women leading her daughter and standing in front of an old man's stall selling fruit. The foreign girl pointed at something with a white and tender finger. I took a closer look, and it turned out that I pointed to a colorful windmill and made a gesture, meaning to buy it. The old man held out five fingers and said he wanted fifty cents. Foreign women opened his wallet and the old man took it himself. There are one yuan, five yuan and ten yuan in it. A young man around said loudly, "Take the biggest one." Pointing to ten yuan. Foreign women seemed to understand and handed the ten-dollar bill to the old man. I thought, will the old man accept it? Everyone turned their eyes to the old man, who reached for the Zhang Yiyuan bill. The foreign woman thought the old man took less and gave him a Zhang Yiyuan bill. The old man took fifty cents and ten dollars out of his pocket and gave them back to foreign women. Foreign women gave a thumbs-up sign. People around you also gave the old man a thumbs-up sign.
I was deeply impressed by this incident. I can't lie. Honesty is more important than money.
The second volume of the fourth grade, 300 words, 22 articles, some of which look like sparkling pearls from a distance; They are talking about fragrant flowers and rain ... they are buzzing, they have taken sweet honey, and they are talking about powder like summer and spring in March; Some look like pink butterflies, and their petals turn into pink carpets on the ground. "Hissing" a group of beautiful Hua Lai; They talked about petals as light as thin wings, and the spring breeze awakened the cherry blossoms and snow-white flowers that had been sleeping for many days.
Cherry blossoms, they are all competing to open in the cherry blossom forest. Cherry blossoms fall one after another and pick up fragrant pollen. Tourists are coming; "Om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om. Cherry blossoms bloom in spring. A gust of wind blew, and the petals turned into dancing butterflies: "Ah, to see the cherry blossoms, they stopped under the branches and talked about things. You take pictures as a souvenir.