Excellent composition fourth grade 1 a car owner, his car and the main road.
One summer, cars were so scarce that a rich man bought an RV which was even rarer than ordinary cars. He took good care of that rare RV. Rinse with water and dry with the cleanest cloth. I'm afraid the sun will damage the RV. Cover it with a blanket. It's cold at night. Cover yourself with a quilt. The owner fell asleep in the car. He had a dream. In the dream, the RV can talk. The RV said, "Thank you, Master, for being so kind to me. I want to repay you. " The host said, "No need to repay." When the car arrives at the owner, whether it is going to Shanghai or Beijing, he will send the owner there as quickly as possible. They lived happily together, and once their master went to Shanghai. As for the car, he sent the owner as soon as possible. Brother Lu said, "Slow down next time." The car asked, "Why?" Brother Lu said, "If you drive too fast and two cars collide, not only will you be injured, but your master will also die." If you really want to repay your master, drive slowly and cherish your life. Just take my advice! "From then on, you must drive slowly, and the owner suddenly wakes up and is better for the car.
In this way, the story of people and cars, no matter when and where, safe driving is the first.
One day, the teacher taught us to tie Chinese knots in the labor technology class. Everyone is unfamiliar with Chinese knots. I never thought that beautiful Chinese knots would be born from our hands, and I was no exception. The teacher introduced the basic materials and knitting methods of Chinese knots. I didn't expect such a complicated knitting process to be completed with only one rope!
Soon, the teacher distributed the rope to everyone, and the students bowed their heads and began to try. As there are no fixing pins and foam boards, we have to tape the rope to the table. It's difficult for me who is not good at handwork. After doing it for a long time, the table is still a mess. What is this? I complained in my heart and couldn't help throwing my hand at the end of the rope. I simply stopped doing it and observed the progress of other students. My deskmate is a boy. Although the weather is not too hot, there are still a few beads of sweat dripping down my cheeks, and my eyebrows are tightly twisted. It seems that the Chinese knot is not tied well, my eyebrows can't be untied, my lips are tightly pursed, and I dare not breathe, for fear of blowing the rope off in one breath. Although the facial expression is "ferocious", the work in hand continues. One long, inflexible finger pressed the end of the rope, and the other gently lifted a longitudinal rope to pass through. "Hoo ..." He took a long breath.
Seeing that he is so serious, I am embarrassed to rest. So he stepped forward and did it. The teacher kept reminding us to hold our heads a little higher. In fact, we all know that everyone is anxious to see more clearly, for fear of making a wrong step and losing everything. "ouch!" I suddenly got red eyes and tears gushed out. I actually did something wrong! It's worth getting out and starting over. I don't know how long it took, but finally it was the finishing touch. The tape was slowly torn off and the end of the rope was gently tightened. ...
"Dreams come true?" "Yes, the dream has come true." In fact, dreams are like this Chinese knot. One end of the rope is strong, the other end is hard work, and the process of compiling is unremitting. Maybe at first you will feel disorganized and have no idea. Do not give up. Think about a bright future. Maybe you're halfway through, only to find that you're going the wrong way. Don't be discouraged. Go back to where you are and start over.
Dreams are compiled again and again in your hands.
Today, we got up early. Why? Because today is our long-awaited autumn outing! A rare day.
We set off by bus. Grandpa Sun followed us all the way and waved to us. Sister Baiyun smiled at us, and the sky was clear in Wan Li. We talked and laughed all the way, and soon we arrived at the park. Entering the park is dazzling, and all kinds of amusement facilities are complete, which makes us enjoy it. A sea of people, there are long queues everywhere. The first project I played was flying at high altitude. It was so thrilling! I feel that my heart is also following up and down, which is very hidden. I slowly left the ground, rose to the sky and saw the panoramic view of the park. Next, I came to the pirate ship, wow! Listening to children's screams should be more exciting than the last project! It's finally my turn. My heart is pounding and I feel so nervous that my heart is almost gone. I refueled with everyone, and I was still a little dizzy when I came down, and my mood was hard to calm down. Time flies too fast. It's noon. We went to Baiwei Building to eat a lot of snacks, and there are still many projects waiting for us in the afternoon!
At half past two, we turned around and reluctantly left the park. We will definitely come back next time we have a chance.
Excellent composition in grade four: Oh, childhood, a nostalgic childhood! I really want to go back to the past and let the stories that happened around me repeat themselves! Oh, childhood, those unforgettable stories always appear in front of my eyes, endless!
Every day of childhood is happy. In my memory, my kindergarten, Jida Yiyuan, is my happy paradise. At that time, I got up early every morning, in order to get to kindergarten early and meet my teachers and classmates. Teacher Yang leads us to play games, and we are like a flock of chickens around the mother hen. Miss Cen is young and beautiful, with long hair and shawl, and slim figure. Just like a beautiful girl, the children always look at her and surround her. Teacher Xiao Yang, like her mother, always smiles at me every time she serves food: "Eat more! Ah! " . Every afternoon, we go to the studio to "work". Work is divided into mathematics, life, physics, music area, etc. At that time, I often chose models and building blocks in the math area and put them into various shapes, where I enjoyed my creation. I don't know how happy I am! I don't play enough every day, and sometimes I tell my mother to pick me up later, so that I can play a little longer and then go home reluctantly.
Every day in childhood is easy. I remember at that time, whenever my mother or father picked me up from kindergarten, we would go to the Peony Garden to see the peony flowers in full bloom. Look at the graceful dance of willows swaying; Feeding the little fish, seeing the lively and lovely appearance of the little fish eating fish, my heart is beautiful, and I am really happier than eating anything. Even in the winter when the flowers are dying and the world is snowing, we will go there, have a look at the places we have passed, and then go home happily with confidence. Later, when I was in the first grade, I got to know more teachers and classmates. Teachers are very kind to me and I get along well with my classmates. I will never forget our scene together: we cheered for the tug of war; They applauded my wonderful speech at the opening ceremony; In the activity class, they elected me as the team leader. Under my leadership, we made the best colorful fruit platter, and everyone was salivating. During the summer camp, we stayed up all night with excitement. When climbing the Great Wall, we encouraged each other and finally reached our destination. ...
Every holiday in childhood is worth looking forward to. Because there was little homework at that time, it was not a burden, so my parents would take me to my grandmother's house during the holiday. My grandparents were very happy and cooked food for us. As for me, I am doing my favorite thing-feeding chickens. When I cut vegetables for chickens, they stared at me with their eyes wide open and their heads tilted, almost motionless, as if afraid that I would take away their delicious meal. You won't leave me when I give them the cut vegetables. After eating, I started looking at me with that expression and begged me to feed them again. I can't get tired of feeding these poor, lovely and popular chickens. It would be more fun if I went to grandma's house. I think Dalian has more interesting places than Changchun, such as Xinghai Park, Forest Zoo, Bayuquan ... all of which left my footprints and our happy laughter.
Every winter in childhood is also worth looking forward to. Because when it snows, we can make snowmen and chubby snow children. I call her my sister. You can also have snowball fights. At this time, I often beat my father with my mother, and every time I won by a narrow margin. Once, my mother and I dug a snow hole, and then I caught my father. Father cooperated with us without any flaw. We put him in the snow pit, only showing his head. Mom and I made it! I can't help laughing when I think about it now!
There are too many stories about childhood, just like the shining stars in the bright starry sky. Unfortunately, the paper is short and sentimental. Now I am in a small class of Grade One in Senior High School, and my study task is heavy. My happy childhood is about to wave goodbye to me!
Mud melts into swallows, sand warms and sleeps mandarin ducks! What a beautiful mood! That night, I had a beautiful dream: under the willow tree, beside the peony flowers, the river was flowing, the little fish and frogs were blowing gently, the sun was shining, and I was with butterflies and dragonflies. During this time, I danced happily. Oh! Isn't this my childhood?
My mother takes me to my grandmother's house every holiday.
Today, May 1 day, my mother and I went to pick cherries. I can't help drooling at the thought of red cherry, and I really want to eat it in my mouth at once.
At noon that day, the scorching sun made me feel as if summer had arrived. After lunch, my mother drove me, my father, my aunt and my grandfather to cherry orchard, talking and laughing together.
Along the winding mountain road, I saw lush trees on the rolling hills on both sides. Vegetables and fruit trees at the foot of the mountain, like small lanterns in Huang Huali, hung on the branches ... In a blink of an eye, I saw cherry orchard not far away, and the crystal-clear cherry really looked like agate. As soon as I got off the bus, I rushed to cherry orchard, picked a bunch of cherries and stuffed them into my mouth. "How sweet!" I said loudly.
Mom, dad, aunt and grandpa all eat cherries like me. At this time, I know that everyone's heart must be full of joy, because cherries can be sweet to my heart and everyone's heart.
Picking cherries this time made me feel the beauty of nature, and I will pick cherries again next year!
On the afternoon of the solar eclipse, I had dinner with my mother. Suddenly, it was getting dark and the room was dark. I don't understand what happened. My mother called me, "Come on, come and watch the eclipse." I couldn't wait to run to the balcony and have a look. The sun is obscured by a black circle. It looks like a dark disk with a faint light around it.
I remember people often say that the dog ate the moon. I wonder if Tengu ate the sun? I immediately ran to ask my mother, and she told me, "This is a solar eclipse that only occurs once in many years."
"Is the black circle an official?" Mother said, "That's the moon between the sun and us. The circle we see is the moon. "
Oh, I finally understand what an eclipse is. Gradually, gradually, the sun came out, like a crescent moon and a boat.
After a while, the sun finally showed its round face again and the ground lit up again. Comment: I hope you can find more natural magic in the future.
Dear uncles and aunts who helped in the Sichuan disaster area,
Hello!
From newspapers and TV, you are everywhere. Although this is a war without smoke, I deeply feel: selflessness, love and friendship ... here, I extend my highest respect to you!
Dear teacher, in order to save the students in your class, your twin daughter left you forever, but you are still busy in the rescue team; Teacher, in a song you loved to sing before your death, there is a phrase "Take off my wings and let you fly". Teacher, you did it. At the moment of the arrival of the devil, you bent down and made a "flying" shape with those arms that have spread countless knowledge, blocking death from your side ... your students were rescued, but you were far away from the students who love you and the campus you love. Teacher, whenever I see this rolling news, I can't stop crying. You taught me how to be a man!
"Uncle, save him first, my classmate is more injured than me"; "Don't be afraid, I am by your side, and we will definitely go out"; I saw it, and I heard it. The nine-year-old boy saved two classmates in a row, but he was injured. Dear classmates, your encouragement, your courage and your selflessness deeply infected me, and made me understand that friendship is thicker than the sky.
Doctors, the hardest people in the earthquake, are a group of "angels in white" who saved lives. When the disaster area needs them, they ignore the concern of their families and their own safety. A group of "angels in white" in Tianjin, Shanghai and Beijing rushed to the disaster area with bad environment without hesitation. Angels are the embodiment of love, let the warmth come to the world! It is you who make life show dignity and greatness!
I saw the respectable and lovely uncle of the People's Liberation Army. With your figure, your footsteps and your voice, the survivors under the ruins have the hope of survival. Your hand is broken and your foot is bruised. You don't have time to think about yourself, so pretend to be someone else. You are active in the most dangerous places. You cheer for every rescue of survivors. You are the patron saint of life! Uncle PLA, when I grow up, I will serve my country like you!
As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world.
"If one party is in trouble, all parties will help." I will also donate all my pocket money to help the children in the disaster area rebuild their homes!
I wish you all a safe return to your posts!
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After the grassland tour, our reporter drove to Kubuqi Desert and walked into the magical Xiangshawan to experience the fun of sand skiing.
At the scenic spot, we took a desert off-road vehicle to the desert. Two teachers sat on the edge to protect us, because the driver's uncle drove very fast, and the road into the desert was bumpy and undulating from time to time, which made us nervous until we got off the bus.
We're in the desert! The sand at the foot is thin and soft, thinner than salt, and it is also warm after being irradiated by the sun. When the students saw the endless desert, they became very excited. Some go to pile sand, some climb sand mountains, some have cockfights on the beach, and some pose for photos. They all had a good time.
Free activities for a while, the teacher informed us to go sand skiing. Students look down from the slope, how steep it is! Several brave students slipped down on the skateboard. Seeing their happy appearance, everyone is not afraid, so hurry to get the skateboard. The students in front of me bravely slipped down, so I had the courage. When I was skating, I put my hand in the sand according to the requirements of the staff, so that the speed would slow down. Finally, I reached the bottom of the slope. The previous tension disappeared without a trace, and I really want to play again.
Excellent composition for Grade Four 9 "Bang, Bang," Hey, what's that noise? Listen carefully again, oh! It turned out that my kitchen was ringing. Today, I want to show you something. I'm going to fry shredded potatoes.
First, let's fill the pool with water. When I turned on the tap, I saw the water splashing and dripping. The water fell on my clothes. "Ah," I shouted, and quickly found a paper towel to wipe the water off. The water fell on the potatoes, crystal clear, and under the light, it was like putting the potatoes in aristocratic clothes. Next, I will give him a bath. First, I'm going to soak him in water, just like I trained him to swim. I'm going to rub, rub and rub, and you're finished. I want to wash his dirty things off! The water in the basin became turbid, so I couldn't help saying sorry to the potatoes. Because, I want to take off your clothes, "shuashua shua" I am a junior high school student, and I have shaved all its clothes.
Then, I will start cutting vegetables! Put it on the chopping board, pick up the kitchen knife and cut it when you come up, but he is chubby. I was about to cut it when he rolled over and didn't listen. As if protesting with me: "Hum! I don't want it, I don't want it, don't leave me! " Hey, hey, how can I listen? Remind yourself to be careful. With these words, I have great confidence. I have a potato in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other. After a clear click, I knew I had succeeded. Cut the potatoes quickly and comfort yourself constantly. Keep cutting, I counted: one, two, three ... Aha, look, I'm almost finished! "Come on, come on!" I became more and more skilled. I tidy it up bit by bit. "Cheng Cheng ..." The voice was sharp and slow, intermittent, high and low, neat and full, like a soldier about to go to war. After a while, "haha, I cut it", I gave a satisfied laugh.
With a whoosh, the range hood began to work, and then I turned on the gas stove, and the blue flame burned my heart. For a moment, I was so warm. I poured shredded potatoes into the pot, and I took a step back with a crash. In order not to be splashed by oil, I put on my apron, picked up a shovel and continued to stir fry. After a while, its color gradually deepened, and I couldn't wait to find the plate and put it in. I tasted it. It was too weak. I poured it into the pot and put the seasoning. I smell a smell. I have no choice. I tasted it directly with my hands. "It's delicious!" I can't stop admiring it.
Although the taste is not as good as that of a famous chef, I feel very happy that I made it myself. Let me understand a truth: as long as you are willing to start work, you will get something.