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Our paradise fourth grade composition
In daily study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following are my collected compositions about our fourth grade in heaven. Welcome to share.

There is a small sand pile in the corner of my house, which is my paradise.

It is a semi-circular sand pile, more than half a meter high and more than two meters wide. The sand is gray, thin and soft, and it is very comfortable to step on.

Small sand piles are fun. Sometimes, my friends and I build sand houses on it and compete to see who can build a taller and more beautiful house. Sometimes, I will dig a long ditch, then fill it with water to make an artificial river and put a small leaf floating on it. Sometimes put a biscuit on it to attract ants, and then bury them in the sand to see if they can climb out; Or find a glass bottle and put ants in it one by one. ...

Once, I dug in the sand with a small hoe to see how long it would take to dig to the end. I dug and added water. Digging and digging, I saw something black, like a seed. I took it and asked grandpa, "What kind of seed is this?" "It's the seed of chrysanthemum." I planted the seed in the sand to see if it would sprout. I water it every day.

However, after a while, we moved. I have been thinking about that small sand pile in my heart, and sometimes I dream about it in my dreams. I keep thinking, is my sand still there? Has the seed sprouted? If it germinates and nobody waters it, will it die?

This is my paradise! Students, where is your paradise? Do you like it?

As for the paradise of our life, everyone has his own paradise. Some paradise is my own room, some paradise is a dense forest, some paradise is a playground full of laughter … and I also have a paradise, which is a garden.

My garden is very beautiful. There are many colorful flowers in it. Bright red roses look noble and elegant; Pink begonia looks lovely; There are also some unknown flowers that form a beautiful picture with the wind and clouds, which makes people intoxicated for a long time. There is a towering tree in the garden, which has grown for eight years and has many "hands", counting as many stars. I like this towering tree best, because it is tall and dense, which attracts many birds to build nests and makes me many "good friends".

When I am bored, I will invite many friends to play in the garden. In spring, we catch butterflies together in the sea of flowers; In summer, we play games together in the shade; In autumn, we scatter dead leaves in the air; In winter, we have a snowball fight and make a snowman in the snow. Whether it's hot summer or cold winter, we always chase and fight in the garden. Sometimes, stray dogs outside will run to the garden to play with us. Maybe my garden is too attractive. At any time, this small garden is as lively as the city.

This is my paradise-the garden.

Composition 3 in the fourth grade of Our Paradise is thick and thin, with words and pictures, and knowledge hidden in it. The more you read, the more you like reading. What is this? This is the book.

In my school, the place with the most books is the book corner. The corner of the book is filled with the fragrance of knowledge, which is very fragrant! There, we swam in the sea of books, we wandered in knowledge, and we were immersed in pen and ink. This makes me feel happy. This is my paradise.

The books in the corner are varied and colorful, which makes people fondle them. Although there are many books in the corner, they are not messy. They are all arranged and neatly stored in different positions on the bookshelf, so that students who come to study can quickly find the books they want to read.

The book corner can also help us very well. When I don't know anything, I will go to the book corner, where I can answer my questions. When I am upset, I will go to the book corner, where I can be happy; When I am bored, I still go to the book corner, which can enrich me. ...

I feel sad when a book is torn into the corner; When a book is scribbled, I feel angry; When a book is put aside, I will put it back. ...

The book corner is a beautiful scenery in the school and the most beautiful place in my heart. No matter when I see the beautiful library again, I will never forget my paradise-the school book corner.

My balcony is my little world. I often plant flowers and grass in it, water them, feed goldfish, drink oranges and watch the sunset with them.

My balcony is my secret garden. On the left side of the balcony, there are colorful meat, emerald green and colorful grass. On the right side of the balcony is the golden flower. The origin of golden flower is a long story. They're all gold. Although they are small, they are as bright and beautiful as gold.

My balcony is also my observatory. At noon, the sun is shining. I looked up from the balcony and saw the distant scenery. Longhu Mountain and Wang Chen Pavilion are looming, and high-rise buildings in Qianjiang New City are springing up. I enjoy the beautiful scenery with great interest.

My balcony is still my reading corner. I will hug a little cloth bear, sit on a cane chair, read my favorite stories over and over again, and even tell them to my "friends" after reading them. They are all my loyal listeners.

"Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely." This is my paradise. I like the warm and bright morning brought by the balcony and the quiet and indifferent night.

I love this paradise!

About our paradise: 5 bumpy cobblestone roads, swarms of flying butterflies, and waterfowl playing for food. This is a paradise for healthy exercise, childlike innocence and natural harmony. Come into my paradise-East Lake Park with me!

Birds and flowers are everywhere in the park. In spring, this is the flower sea of grass, in summer, this is the world of insects, in autumn, this is the laughter of harvest, and in winter, this is the paradise of cold wind. I like the paradise in summer best, not only because there are cool rainstorms, but also because there are bullfrogs that sound like Hong Zhong. On the evening of summer, when you are walking by a lively lake, a group of musicians are playing on the grass. Their rhythm is fast and slow, and their voices are one after another. When I approached the grass, the conductor immediately stopped his baton, and the distant conductor began their chorus. When I walked away, their voices began to echo again, as if playing hide-and-seek with me.

I like this park. It is not only a beautiful environment, but also a happy paradise for me.

There are many grandfathers practicing martial arts and playing chess in the small tower. Boys are chasing each other and girls are chatting in a low voice. I like playing my skateboard and kite in the square all afternoon. You can also play chess with your classmates and watch grandma dance square dance. Everyone has a small world here, doing what they want to do.

In the park, I can get rid of my troubles, stay away from the cars on the street and feel happy. This is my paradise.

About Our Paradise: Step out of my yard, turn a few corners and go straight ahead, and you will arrive at my paradise-the towering Daqingshan.

In the mountains in spring, everything recovers, trees pull out new branches, the original grassland is a little green, and all kinds of flowers are scrambling to open, which is a beautiful picture.

Walk up a small mountain road and after a series of twists and turns, you will see a big lake. Looking from a distance, the blue lake and the blue sky, even at the beginning, I was thinking: Is the lake and the sky one? Approaching the lake slowly, you will find that it suddenly becomes a mirror: the sun shines on the lake, reflecting the grass, trees and flowers beside it.

There is a more wonderful scenery ahead-a mine that has been mined. When I came here, I really entered my paradise. Let my little drone fly first and walk along the winding path, as if there is no end. I was so excited that I ran fast all the way, expecting a "winding path leading to a secluded place". Suddenly, I seemed to hear a roar. I stopped, afraid to go forward. Another roar. "whoops!" I feel horrible. Is there a lion on the mountain? Or a tiger? My heart was in my throat in an instant! I ran to the foot of the mountain.

My paradise, a wonderful paradise inhabited by nature, has given me endless joy in this spring season.