In study, work or life, the most familiar thing to everyone is composition. Composition is a verbal activity that is highly comprehensive and creative. So the question is, how to write an excellent essay? The following are 6 growth compositions for fourth grade that I compiled. You are welcome to learn from them and refer to them. I hope they will be helpful to you. Fourth Grade Growth Composition Part 1
Mother’s love is the unknown drizzle on a spring night, the evening breeze that passes through the forest at dusk, and every ray of sunshine in the morning that accompanies you when you don’t expect it.
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Love is all around us, in every little thing in life.
Love is in washing your hair
When I was young, I didn’t know how to do anything. My mother did it for me. Take washing my hair, for example. Mom help me. Look, my mother is washing my hair again. As she put the water in, she kept testing the water temperature with her hands for fear of scalding me. Then she called me to her side, and I lowered my head obediently. My mother wet my hair, squeezed the shampoo on my hair, and held it gently, which made me feel particularly comfortable. When the water poured into my eyes, my mother wiped my eyes gently with a towel, just to avoid hurting me. I was touched by my mother's careful actions. My mother's love is everywhere.
Picking fish bones
Today, my mother cooked my favorite fish, and as usual she started to help me pick fish bones. I saw my mother staring at the fish closely, shaving off the fish bones bit by bit, turning around and feeding the fish meat to me. And he told me: "Eat slowly, be careful not to get stuck." I felt happiness and warmth while eating this fish full of love. I finished the plate of fish very quickly, but my mother didn't take a bite. Mother's love lies in her meticulous care.
Mother’s love is everywhere, right next to me. Fourth grade growth essay 2
I have always dreamed that I could grow up quickly. In one month, it will be my tenth birthday. My father told me that on my birthday, he can satisfy me. any conditions imposed. This makes me look forward to my birthday coming early, hoping to have a big cake.
Unfortunately, a few days ago, when my grandfather went hiking for exercise, he accidentally fell on the steps and was admitted to the hospital. I followed my parents to the hospital to visit my grandpa. When I entered the ward, my grandpa was lying on the bed in pain. His right foot was covered with gauze and he couldn't move. I heard the doctor said that my grandpa had a fracture and would need to be hospitalized for a long time. Mom and dad are usually very busy at work, so to take care of him in the hospital, they have to spend money to hire a nurse aunt to take care of grandpa's daily life. The family, which was not financially well-off in the first place, suddenly experienced a lot of pressure due to my grandfather's illness.
In a blink of an eye, my birthday is here, and it happens to be Sunday. Early in the morning, my parents woke me up and asked me to go to the streets with them. First, I went to eat KFC, then went to a cake shop to order a cake, and then followed the instructions My request goes to the supermarket to buy toys and snacks. I know that no matter how tired and hardworking my parents are, they will definitely meet my requirements today. I thought of my grandfather lying on the hospital bed, and I also thought of my parents who usually save money for my study and life. My mother is never willing to buy anything. Very expensive cosmetics. Thinking of all this, I was filled with emotion.
I said to my parents who were about to go out: "Mom and Dad, I won't go out today. Thank you. I plan to use the money from today's birthday to give grandpa medical treatment." Mom and dad listened. , gave a thumbs up happily, and my father praised me for growing up!
Half a month later, my grandfather’s foot was completely healed. My parents took me to take my grandfather home from the hospital. On the way, I held my grandpa's hand, and my parents walked behind. The whole family was enjoying themselves. Fourth Grade Growth Composition Part 3
When it comes to growth, everyone has their own troubles. To talk about my troubles, alas! It’s really hard to describe in words!
Although I am already 10 years old, I am still a child after all! Play is in our nature. But whether at home or at school, as soon as I put away my homework, I heard a voice echoing in my ears: "Check your homework after you finish it!" I know that my parents and teachers have repeatedly warned me to check my homework carefully after I finish it. It's for my own good. However, the endless inspections made me lose a lot of free time.
After getting up every morning, my mother would keep urging: "Hurry up and wash up!" Just after combing her hair, grandma started nagging again: "You must eat in the morning. If you don't eat breakfast, you won't be able to eat." Okay..." I hurriedly finished my meal, picked up my schoolbag, and prepared to ride to school. Grandpa repeatedly warned me from behind: "Be careful on the road, ride slowly..."
There are more growing pains, such as the first The math test for two days; the memorization tasks to be completed before school in the afternoon; the weekly journals and compositions that consume a lot of brain cells on the weekend... and my father did not let me flip through the books randomly and asked me to sort out the books I had read; my mother did not let me When I eat spicy food, they say it will aggravate my leg injury; my grandparents don’t let me buy random snacks, saying that the snacks in the store are bad for my health... ugh!
These worries are like a spice jar, full of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty.
Although the care of my relatives and teachers made me lose my freedom and joy.
I am like a bound silkworm chrysalis. I want to live freely, but I am surrounded by so-called love and am breathless. But I know very well in my heart that without this love, how could my fragile little life become stronger?
The experience of growing up is like the process of emerging from a cocoon and turning into a butterfly: struggling to shed all the youthfulness and ugliness, fluttering the light and beautiful wings in the sun, trembling shiningly, slightly, and happily. Although there are inevitable ups and downs on the road to growth, we still have to face our troubles. The most important thing is that we must try our best to turn these troubles into colorful rainbow bridges. Fourth grade growth essay 4
Xiao Dou is my cousin. We are the same age. He was born in April and I was born in July. The two of us often hold hands and walk and play together. , grow together.
It’s New Year, Xiaodou and I hold hands and go to the store to buy artillery and water cannons. Xiaodou’s pockets are always full of artillery. On the way, he took out the artillery slowly, picked up the lighter, lit it at once, and threw it back. I have never let go of a cannon by myself! I was so scared. So, I hurriedly hid behind the house and looked around with only my head exposed. I saw the artillery explode with a "pop" sound, which scared me. After a while, I found that there was no movement, so I could walk over safely and carefully. Later, I slowly learned to set off firecrackers.
Another time, we held hands to dig bamboo shoots. I dug around on the sloping hillside, but still couldn't find it. I was so tired that I was sweating profusely. Suddenly, I heard Xiao Dou shouting from another hillside: "Jinjin, come on! I have a bamboo shoot here!" I hurried over after hearing this. In a crack in the soil, I saw a yellow bamboo shoot tip. So, we dug hard and finally dug out a bamboo shoot.
Xiao Dou and I grew up hand in hand. He taught me how to set off firecrackers and dig winter bamboo shoots. I taught him how to read English. We had great fun every day.
I know, we grew up together! Fourth Grade Growth Composition Part 5
Gorky once said: "Books are the ladder of human progress." But I said; "Books are a good medicine for human beings' boring life." Books are the home of my soul, and they are the place where I grow, which makes me feel endless happiness. Later, I gradually became crazy and crazy, "I don't regret it as my clothes get wider and wider, and I feel haggard because of Yi."
I love books. Poems, prose, and novels attract me like magnets, and they It is also like "building up the beauty of things to nourish my old glutton." The martial arts who once loved Jin Yong and Gu Long were also intoxicated by classical novels. They often felt that "people have searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, that person is not there." "In a dimly lit place", and books make the boring life moisturized bit by bit, and the body and mind are also growing subtly.
I love poetry. The beauty of poetry lies in their picturesque meaning. The touching sentiments include the magnificence of "The great river eastward is swept away by the waves", as well as "birds resting on the trees by the pond, and monks knocking on the door under the moonlight." of tranquility. There is the patriotism of "thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon." There is also the lingering thought of "If you go back in a hurry, you can't stay after reading "Yangguan" thousands of times." There is also the sorrow of the country that "the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating in the catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs." There is also the sorrow of love that "it is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold, and three or two glasses of light wine can't defeat it."
I prefer prose. Prose lies in the author’s rich imagination and strong appeal. The lyrical expressions are often fascinating and touching. With its ethereal and illusory nature, and detailed descriptions one by one, it outlines a wonderful fantasy world, allowing people to be immersed in it and cleanse their hearts and souls. In this world, I once listened to the singing of strings together with Zhu Ziqing, and I also saw the falling red and the little tears of separation in the Western Garden. I once crossed the "Three Layers" and crossed the "September River of Sadness", only then did I understand "How Many Flowers Fall in Dreams?" 》. My heart also followed Sanmao in the world, went to the Sahara Desert to meet Jose, and tasted "The Feeling of Loneliness" with Roland.
In the book, I broke free from the shackles of the world. He used the magic of perception, the philosophy of comprehension, and the mystery of perception. Cleanse your soul. Let it no longer be hesitant, no longer confused, no longer melancholy. Let it be a mirror, just for books; its heart is like still water, just for books. In the book, there are no worldly distractions and hustle and bustle. Just the book and me. There is only him, her and it in the book. I grew up with books, in stories, and in books. Fourth Grade Growth Composition Chapter 6
Childhood is a sea of ??joy. On the beach of memories, there are countless shells of different sizes and colors, including sad gray and dark colors, and joyful red; There is innocent white, there is also worry-free green; there is free yellow, there is also distressed blue... I am looking for these colorful shells in the ocean of memories, ah! I finally found it...
I remember such a thing happened when I was in the second period of my third year.
At noon that day, I was reading "One Hundred Thousand Whys" that my grandpa bought for me in my room. I turned it over and over and couldn't put it down. Suddenly, my grandma shouted: "Xiao Jiayue, go buy a pack of MSG." I'm cooking." I replied: "Okay, I'll go right away!" I took the 20 yuan my grandma gave me and ran to the supermarket without looking back.
When I arrived at the supermarket, I said: "Auntie, how much does it cost to buy a scarf?" The aunt replied: "15 yuan." The aunt asked me doubtfully: "Why do you buy a scarf on such a hot day? "I answered casually: "Make a belt." So, I bought the scarf and returned home happily.
When I happily handed the scarf to grandma, grandma said angrily: "What I want to buy is MSG, not a scarf!" I said dejectedly: "Grandma, I'm sorry, I didn't hear clearly. "Monosodium glutamate became a scarf." After hearing this, my grandma and I laughed.
This is an interesting story from my childhood. It’s so interesting to think about it now!