In real life or work and study, everyone has dealt with composition. Composition is a verbal activity that is highly comprehensive and creative. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? Below are the fourth grade compositions I collected in the morning. You are welcome to read them. I hope you will like them. Morning fourth grade composition 1
The morning on campus is soft, beautiful, sweet, and white.
In spring, as soon as I entered the campus, I smelled a refreshing fragrance. It turned out that those big brothers and sisters were planting flowers! Suddenly a spring breeze blew towards me, like a pair of invisible hands touching my little face. I ran over and took a look, and saw everyone planting flowers and weeding, and their clothes were soaked with sweat. A gust of wind passed by, the small trees paid tribute to them, and the small flowers bowed to them, as if to thank them for their hard work.
In summer, Father Sun’s red smiling face shines on us, and the sunflowers follow Father Sun and get up early. It salutes to the sun, as if thanking Father Sun for taking care of it. There is a spring in the middle of the campus. We often use this spring water to wash our hands and faces in the morning. The cool spring water washes away the heat and brings us a refreshing and good mood.
In autumn, the fruit trees on campus are full of fruits: dates, tomatoes, [original] pears... We can get our favorite fruits every time. In this season of refreshing golden breeze, why don't we play in the water once? Yes, we did. After a while, I poured water on him, and he shot me with a water gun again. Just like that, during class, we looked at the wet clothes, not knowing whether it was spring water or sweat.
In winter, the school has become a world of beauty and beauty. The little snowflakes were happily sliding down the slide on the roof. Several of their brothers hugged each other and floated towards us. Some even settled on our heads! Some of them fell on our hands and arms and turned into crystal pearls. We sang and danced outside the classroom, and soon we became snow dolls one by one.
This is the morning on our campus, my beautiful campus! Morning Composition 2 for Grade 4
A year’s plan begins with spring, and a day’s plan begins with morning, so the time every morning is very precious. My mornings are also very busy, whether it is weekend or not, I don’t have any free time; I get up at 6 o’clock every morning from Monday to Friday, spend 10 minutes washing up, and then get dressed at 6:15, and spend 15 minutes reading English words; 6 o’clock I eat breakfast half-on-time, but sometimes it’s too late and I have to eat breakfast on the way because 6:40 is the earliest bus to school. If everything goes well, you can feel at school at 7:10, then review the lessons taught by the teacher yesterday, preview the lessons to be taught today, and then start today's study.
If you can usually complete everything at this time, it will be considered a success. One day I didn’t get up until 6:20 in the morning, and I skipped those 15 minutes of reading English words. My parents called me I got up, and my mother helped me find my clothes, combed my hair, and tied my whip. My father put my books in my schoolbag and squeezed out toothpaste. At this time, there was definitely no time to have breakfast, so I could only I took my breakfast on the road and after finishing everything, I had to run to the bus stop. Fortunately, I was able to catch the bus.
I really can’t sleep in, otherwise my morning will be very busy, haha, my parents will be busy too! Morning Composition 3 for Grade 4
The plan for a year begins in spring, and the plan for a day begins in the morning. Spring is the beginning of hope, and morning is the most beautiful moment of the day.
In the morning, the beautiful singing of birds awakens us who are sleeping. When you open the window, fresh air rushes into your face, with a hint of the fragrance of flowers, which makes you feel refreshed.
Come to the garden and feel the fragrance of colors: there are still crystal dewdrops on the flowers, making them appear more delicate. The messenger of spring, the jasmine flowers are blooming with smiles; the bougainvillea is not to be outdone, and among the green leaves, there are pink flowers.
On the grass, the colorful flowers are like stars in the sky, blinking, enjoying the sun And moisturized by rain and dew.
These rows of pine trees, like soldiers, look even more majestic and high-spirited in spring!
The lovely children get up early, take off their thick cotton-padded jackets, put on beautiful spring clothes, come to the grass, play to their heart's content, and leave all their worries behind. Isn't this A beautiful tapestry?
The spring girl flew over the mountains and fields, adding vitality to the woods. All things are reviving, and all the little animals are waking up to welcome the beauty of spring. Little rabbits go to the woods in groups to pick mushrooms; black bears take their children to the river to fish.
Even the creek sang a happy song!
In the field, a few figures vaguely appeared, oh! It turned out to be a hard-working farmer uncle! They work hard just to let us live a good and happy life!
A warm spring breeze blows by, the leaves rustle, and the creek flows, forming a hymn to spring!
The spring morning is the beginning of hope and the time for people to sow happiness! Fourth grade composition in the morning 4
The morning in the city is awakened by the short sound of trumpets, and the morning in the small town of Silkworm Township is awakened by the leisurely sound of oars. What about the morning on campus?
p>The morning on campus is quiet. The gate to the campus has not yet opened, and everything seems to be still in dreamland. A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the little flowers in the flower bed woke up. They opened their eyes, stretched their hands and bent their waists, stretched their muscles, and then straightened up to prepare for the arrival of the students. At this time, several big trees beside the playground were also awake, and they were talking leisurely about the good dreams they had last night! In the autumn wind, leaves fell "swissly" like colorful butterflies flying in the wind.
The morning on campus is lively again. The sleeping campus was awakened by the sound of the iron gate slowly opening. At some point, the voices of the classmates broke the tranquility of the campus, and the campus became lively. After a while, their laughter came from the playground. Look! They are participating in their favorite activities! Some are playing basketball, some are skipping rope, and some are playing shuttlecock... Listen! "Whoosh, whoosh..." What is the sound? Oh, it turns out to be the classmates who arrived early. They are sweeping the floor with big brooms in their hands! The back garden is even more lively, because our quality sports meeting is about to begin. You see, the contestants are taking the time to practice! Those who walk on stilts, those who jump long jump... …
The morning on campus is even more tense. Look! At the school gate are the busy figures of parents. They hurriedly send their children to school, and then quickly turn around and go to work. On the playground, there are hurried figures of teachers and classmates, as well as workers and uncles who are busy working on our plastic track. ;Looking at the classroom, some students are reading, some are handing in homework, and some are collecting homework...The teachers in the office are even more busy. They are all preparing teaching materials and teaching aids for class! < /p>
In the morning on campus, a new day begins like this! Morning Composition 5 for Grade 4
In the morning at home, I am often awakened by the alarm clock; Qiongshan No. 3 Primary School, I The school is awakened by the sound of reading in the morning.
The morning of No. 3 Primary School is beautiful. Under the bright sunshine, the large plastic playground shimmers with golden light; tall trees thrive in the morning breeze; the grass on both sides of the playground dances with the breeze. In the garden in a corner of the campus, several cleaners were "washing" the flowers, plants and trees. They pulled out a large leather tube. Suddenly, a gust of rain and mist fell from the sky, washing away the dust on the leaves, grass and flowers. In the blink of an eye, the leaves become greener, the grass becomes greener, and the flowers become more beautiful.
The morning of No. 3 Primary School was lively again. On the large playground, several athletes are practicing running. The classmates in the physical education class were laughing and playing various games. Their angelic smiling faces added a lot of fun to the morning of No. 3 Primary School.
The morning of the third primary school was even more tense. The bell for morning reading rang, and the students who were still on the playground quickened their pace and rushed to the classroom. Walking in the corridor, you will find that every student in every classroom is concentrating and listening to the class attentively. Some even raise their hands high to prepare to answer the teacher's questions.
The Three Primary Schools are changing and moving forward, and our school will become more beautiful!
I love the third primary school, and I love the morning of our third primary school even more! Fourth grade composition in the morning 6
On a beautiful morning, the sun rises from the horizon. We "red scarves" also wake up with the sun. We quickly finish our breakfast, carry our schoolbags and go out of the house. In school, the first thing to do is sweep the floor.
Looking down from the corridor of the classroom, the golden leaves are like a small yellow butterfly, slowly floating down to the ground, and immediately it looks like a butterfly mark. If A few more leaves and it would be a complete carpet!
We "red scarves" took the labor tools and went downstairs as if we were running 50 meters. While sweeping the floor, he swept the ashes into the ash bucket, sweeping more and more vigorously. Sometimes when we are sweeping the floor and suddenly there is no ash bucket, there is no need to worry. We just use "hand grabbing" to clamp the ash into the trash can. But what should we do if the ash caught in the trash can falls? Then you have to pick it up with your hands!
When we were sweeping vigorously and going back to work, a gust of wind suddenly blew up and blew up all the ashes we had finished sweeping. At this time, Zheng Yilin, who was clever, picked up the broom and covered the ashes. Later, after the strong wind passed, we swept the army back and swept it back.
Suddenly we saw Zhao Yiqi standing alone in someone else’s sanitary area and sweeping around. We asked Zhao Yiqi: "Why are you sweeping other people's sanitary areas!" Zhao Yiqi replied: "Just because other people's sanitary areas are dirty, we should sweep them clean, so that our school can stay clean!" So we Together they happily scanned again.
"Ding ding ding ding!" The school bell rang, and we were about to go back to class, but the kid who cleaned the bathroom went back, so we had to help him complete his task - clean the bathroom. quiet.
We spent the beautiful morning in such a fulfilling way. The cleaned campus also looks more beautiful. Fourth grade composition in the morning 7
Before the milky white fog has cleared, the students have entered the school one after another. The campus is the most beautiful and clean at this time. The flowers in the flower beds are raising their heads and the leaves are still rolling. There are small crystal clear dewdrops, the air is so fresh, and it seems to carry a faint fragrance.
After a while, the campus became lively, look! The students in the high jump on the playground were eager to try and gear up, but when they heard a "boo" sound, the student took about 20 steps back and rushed forward. When he reached the bar, he kicked his feet fiercely. With its hind legs retracted, it jumped over the jumping pole easily like a proud swallow. The running classmates lined up in a neat line, running trot, shouting "one one one two one, one one one" One, two, one." The voice was so loud and the steps were so neat, like a colorful dragon circling.
The girl playing the violin by the small pond, wearing a yellow coat and a blue skirt, put the piano tube on her shoulder, pulled up the bow, and the sweet music came out, and her head She kept swaying to the beat of the music, as if there were tens of thousands of spectators enjoying her music.
About half an hour later, morning calligraphy practice began, and the sound of reading came from the classroom. Look! Some students looked up at the ceiling, as if thinking about how to memorize the next sentence. Some students were memorizing by themselves, looking at them while reciting. Some students also asked their classmates to recite their backs from time to time. Look at that little classmate, he picked up the I was reading the Chinese language book, bending down and reading the text from time to time, as if I was determined to memorize this text.
The sun was rising. Miss Chen finished her work and was going home. She looked back reluctantly, ah! A busy day has begun again! Morning Fourth Grade Composition 8
My campus is beautiful at any time. But the most beautiful thing is the morning on campus.
The morning on campus is peaceful. A thin layer of fog enveloped the campus, seeming to cast a mysterious veil over the campus. At the school gate, two osmanthus trees loomed in the fog, and only their vague outlines could be seen. On the playground, the basketball stand stands quietly, as if waiting for someone to play with it.
The morning on campus is lively. The fog lifted, and there were more people at the school gate. The sound of car horns formed a cheerful symphony. The parents say goodbye, and the children say "bye". The students who were on duty during the week stood in two rows at the school gate. As soon as a teacher walked into the school gate, they saluted in unison, and a polite good morning came out of their mouths.
The morning on campus is happy. On the playground, people are playing basketball and running. As the whistle blew, several people rushed out and rushed towards the finish line. A man grabbed the basketball, threw it at the basket, and made it! What followed was cheers.
Mornings on campus are busy. In the classroom, the students are reading loudly. Some teachers are sitting in the office preparing lessons, some are in the classroom urging students to read early, and some are lecturing loudly to the students!
This is the morning on campus, a quiet and pleasant morning on campus. Morning Fourth Grade Composition 9
Have you heard the sound of the breeze blowing through the treetops? Have you heard the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground? Have you heard the sound of huge waves crashing on the coast? All around us There are many sounds, now please come and listen to the morning symphony of our family!
In the morning, my father woke me up from my sweet dreamland. The first thing I heard was my mother's "ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong" in the kitchen. "The sound of cooking, the "dong-dong" sound when cutting vegetables, the tap water flowing "gushing", and the pressure cooker making a "chi-chi" sound. There are also the sounds of dad washing his hands in the bathroom, the swishing sound of brushing teeth, and the accompaniment of running water. This forms the first symphony of the morning - the getting-up symphony.
After breakfast, I put my schoolbag on my back and walked to the road. At this time, I heard the sound of the car engine "chugging", the crisp chirping of birds, the "high and enthusiastic greetings", and the "beep" sound. The sound of car horns and the whistle of the detective uncle formed the second symphony of the morning - the symphony of the road.
Walking into the school, the sound of reading is endless, and from time to time there is the teacher's conversation. The sound of music coming from the radio. Listening to the teacher's teachings under the national flag during exercise. This is the third symphony in the morning - the school symphony.
Different symphonies have their own merits and are woven into one. Lively and interesting life network, let's think about it together! Morning fourth grade composition 10
In the morning, I got up early to help my mother make breakfast. My mother asked me to help fry four poached eggs, but I didn't do it last night. It seems that I took the wrong medicine and my hands became less flexible.
I was really good at making fried eggs, but when I was frying the fourth one, my hand slipped and a pot of boiling oil poured on my left hand!
This was terrible. The hot oil was like frying something, frying my hands into medium-rare steaks. I screamed in pain. As soon as my parents noticed it, they immediately asked me to fry them. I put my left hand under the faucet to make ice water. After ten minutes, I was asked to soak my hands in cold water. At this time, the ambulance also arrived and took me to the hospital immediately...
When I arrived at the emergency room, the doctor gave me medicine, covered me with gauze and continued to apply ice. Because my injury was so serious, I could only do things with my right hand for two months. Even when I took a shower, I had to raise my left hand because my left hand could not touch the water. After taking a shower, I could no longer move my left hand!
In the evening, my mother told me that she originally wanted to give me the breakfast I made, but then I thought about it, when I saw the cold breakfast and looked at my left hand, I would definitely cry. I came out, and I might hate fried eggs forever, so I threw them all away. At that time, I thought: a poached egg that cost the health of my left hand was thrown away, and I felt a sense of reluctance.
Although I had an unforgettable morning, from that day on, I was very careful in everything I did to avoid getting hurt again. Of course, I will never forget this painful experience. I must be more careful in the future so as not to make the same mistake again! Morning Fourth Grade Composition 11
It is a fresh morning, so fresh that you can smell the smell of spring; it is also a quiet morning, so quiet that you can hear the raindrops and the whispers on the windowsill. Although I can't understand what they are talking about.
The rain came at night, quietly, without waking the dreamer. There has been no rain for a long time, but some people still discovered it. The seedlings in the fields opened their mouths, the grass in the flower beds opened their arms, and the trees on the roadside also sprouted buds. The rain is not heavy, which shows that spring rain is as valuable as oil, showing its preciousness and taste.
All I can do is watch the scenery in silence, listen to the wind through the window, chant the rain to my heart, and read about the city while thinking about it. Many things are lost here, and real faces are revealed here.
A few decades ago, the small town of Weihai was just a poor rural town with three lights on one road and one loudspeaker that the whole city listened to. Now it is growing faster and faster, with buildings getting higher and higher and roads getting better and better. The wider it is, the greener the mountains are. Looking out the window, the blue sea and sky are clear.
Life in the city is tragic. The smoke of the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1894 left deep pain in Weihai. The Japanese invaders landed here, crossed the country’s gates, and trampled on the people.
The sky is still there In that sky, the sea was still this sea. A century later, Weihai has developed into a prosperous city, where material desires flow freely, and all living beings, descendants of the Yellow Emperor and the Yellow Emperor, are peacefully cared for by happiness. If the spirits of the sages (Deng Shichang, Qi Jiguang, etc.) in heaven could see that in the current peaceful and prosperous age, they had no regrets about the sacrifices they made in the fight against Japan, their hearts would be agitated.
On the spring morning, I was meditating and daydreaming.
I looked up at the sky again. Birds were flying with wings, and clouds were flying without wings. The clouds moved with the wind, and the rain drizzled, adding green to this vast scene. People were meditating in the quiet morning. , spring is more melodious in the beautiful morning. Morning Fourth Grade Composition 12
Whenever I walk on the way to school carrying a heavy schoolbag in the morning, beautiful scenery will always appear in front of my eyes.
After a night rain, a cool breeze blows over, and the smell of earth is refreshing. The leaves of the clover were washed by the rain and became even brighter green, crystal clear. Pearl-like rain and dew roll on the leaves, looking particularly peaceful. An egg-yolk-like sun slowly rose from the horizon.
When you walk into the campus, the hanging locust trees are like big green umbrellas, and willow trees surround the campus. On the stone benches and tables, some students were sitting on them reading, and some were sitting on them doing homework. Cherry trees bear small green cherries one after another, and the baby cherries hang on the trees and whisper; birds also stand on the branches and sing campus morning songs; each rose plant blooms with bright flowers. , the campus is filled with a refreshing fragrance of flowers. How can such campus beauty not be intoxicating? The sound of reading came from the classroom, and some students were still working in the cleaning area. Look, the dense beads of sweat on their heads are like pearls rolling on the children's faces. What a harmonious picture it is!
If people in society were so harmonious and each was doing his or her own thing, there wouldn’t be trouble, and there wouldn’t be too many murders. Let’s *** work together Strive for a communist society and let us live in a harmonious social environment. I believe that the environment we live in will be as peaceful, harmonious, and beautiful as the morning on campus.
I love the picturesque morning on campus, and I love our harmonious society even more. (Instructor: Yu Xianru) Morning Composition 13 for Grade 4
Winter mornings are cold and make people feel dull and lifeless. But today's morning makes people feel the beauty of winter, because today it snowed heavily for the first time in a long time.
In the early morning, I was still having sweet dreams in the warm bed, and my mother pulled me back from my dream.
She said to me in surprise: "Get up, it's snowing outside!" As soon as I heard the word "snowing", I immediately got excited, got out of the bed, put on a sweater, put on my shoes, and couldn't wait to join her. Niu Niu ran to the balcony to watch the snow scene.
Ah! The winter clouds are gloomy, the cold fog is misty, and the snowflakes are falling, like the falling feathers of a swan, curling up like auspicious clouds cut into pieces by a fairy; densely packed, just like the falling pear blossoms shaken by a beautiful woman. What a world of pink and jade! At this time, the earth is covered with silver everywhere, and there is white snow everywhere on the houses and roads in the distance, in the garden gardens and on the pavilions in the courtyard. The willow trees are covered with pure white silver bars, and the pine trees are covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs. A gust of wind blew by, and the jade-like snow foam flew down leisurely. There were dazzling light spots everywhere. We seemed to be living in a beautiful jade house, with seven colors of beauty, all white. Suddenly, a small and exquisite thing flashed in front of my eyes and landed on the clothesline. I took a closer look and said, "Oh," it turned out to be two sparrows playing and eating. Their alert look made people laugh.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, and in a blink of an eye, the jade-like snowflakes turned into goose feather-like heavy snow fluttering in the wind, weaving a dense white net between the sky and the earth.
The pure white snow is not only pure on the surface, it not only brings beauty to the world, but also contributes everything of itself without asking for anything.
On a snowy morning, the air is purified and the earth is moisturized, which indicates that tomorrow will be a world full of vitality. Morning Fourth Grade Composition 14
One morning during the winter vacation, I crawled out of the warm quilt early. This morning, I am going to the vegetable market to buy vegetables with my grandma.
As soon as I walked out of the door, a cold north wind blew into my broken neck. I couldn't help shrinking my neck and quickly put on the hood of my coat. It was so cold. ! The sky was gray and the scenery in the distance was blurry and unclear. On the way to the market, the leaves of the white orchid tree, which had been blown by the wind all night, were scattered all over the ground. The yellow and green leaves were like a yellow and green carpet. There are few pedestrians on the road, mostly old people who are used to getting up early.
When we arrived at the market, there was a lively scene that was completely different from the cold morning outside.
The small market is crowded with vegetable buyers and sellers. There is everything sold in the market. As soon as you enter, you will see several stalls selling fruits, such as red apples, Yellow bananas, green watermelons, green grapes, etc. are all colorful and look really cute. Walking further in, on the left side are those selling various vegetables: juicy cabbage sums, prickly cucumbers, and curved eggplants. All the vegetable sellers are like grandma, shouting loudly and boasting about the vegetables they sell. The sound of bargaining is endless. On the right are chickens, ducks, fish, and meat sellers. The cries of chickens and ducks combined with the shouts of people merge into a morning song.
I think these grocery buyers and sellers are all hard-working people.
For these hard-working people, the day’s plan begins in the morning. Morning is the most precious time every day and also the most beautiful time. Morning Fourth Grade Composition 15
The morning on campus is soft, beautiful, sweet, and white.
In spring, as soon as I entered the campus, I smelled the fragrance. It was the big sister planting flowers! The spring breeze blew towards me, like a pair of invisible hands stroking my little face. I ran around and saw that everyone was planting flowers and weeding, and everyone was soaked with sweat. The wind blows, the little trees pay tribute, and the little flowers bow to me, thanking you for your hard work.
In summer, Father Sun’s red smiling face shines, and Sunflower and Father Sun get up early. It salutes to the sun and thanks Father Sun for taking care of it. There is a spring in the middle of the campus. I often use this spring water to wash my hands and face in the morning. The cool spring water washes away the heat and gives me a refreshing good mood.
In autumn, the fruit trees on campus are full of fruits: dates, tomatoes, [original] pears... You can get your favorite fruits every time. Why not play in the water during the season when the golden breeze brings coolness? Yes, that was done. After a while, I poured water on him, and he shot me with a water gun again. I was in class and was wet. I don’t know if it was the sweat from the spring.
In winter, it becomes a world of pink makeup and jade. The little snowflakes were happily sliding down the slide on the roof, and the good brothers hugged each other and floated towards them, and even settled down above them! When it fell on my hands and arms, it turned into a crystal pearl. Singing and dancing outside the classroom, he soon became a snow doll.
This morning on campus, my beautiful campus!