The fourth grade composition is 300 words.

In our daily life, we often see the figure of composition. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following are nine 300-word compositions of my fourth grade. Welcome to read the collection.

On a sunny day, a beautiful butterfly flapped its big wings in the garden, looking around for delicious nectar. Suddenly, it saw a Bai Baihe with a charming fragrance. The little butterfly thinks that there must be a lot of nectar in such a beautiful flower. So, she flew over.

The little butterfly flew to the lily and sucked the sweet nectar heartily. At this moment, a gentle voice came into the little butterfly's ear: "Sister Butterfly, can you come and taste my nectar?" The little butterfly casually looked down and turned out to be a petite purple wildflower. "Hum, just you?" The little butterfly said, glaring at the little wild flower. "Are you good enough for me?" The little wild flower was very sad and began to cry silently.

Just then, two children passed by and saw lilies, small wild flowers and small butterflies. A child said, "Look! That lily is really beautiful, and there is a small butterfly on it! " The little butterfly is more proud. It straightened up and danced on the lily. "Hey? Why doesn't the little butterfly pick the nectar of that little wild flower? Isn't its nectar sweet? " Another child said that he watched the small wild flowers for a while and then left with his companions.

The little butterfly listened to the words of the two little friends and took a bite of honey from the little wild flower with curiosity. Wow! The nectar of small wild flowers is sweeter and more fragrant than that of lily. Little Butterfly felt ashamed. She immediately apologized to Little Wild Flower. The little butterfly finally understands that appearance is not the most important thing, but the inside is the most important thing.

I have long black hair, no, it should be said that it is difficult to serve. If you hear screams coming into your ears again and again in my house, it must be that I am suffering from my unbearable long hair again.

My hair is very thick, unlike other people's hair, which is thin and long, and I heard my mother say that I have a lion's head (like lion's hair) and my hair is a little curly. Therefore, getting up every morning, my hair becomes messy, and combing my hair is of course my "doomsday". Today, my doomsday begins again.

"Lulu, come and comb your hair, you'll be late!" Mom is urging me to comb my hair again. I hate combing my hair, but my mother is doomed, so I have to pout and go to my mother reluctantly. "ah! Ah! Mom, be gentle, it hurts, it hurts me. " My mother stopped at once and advised me, "Look how hard your hair is to serve. It is better to cut off your long and difficult hair with a knife! " Hearing this sentence, I quickly covered my hair with my hand and shook my head. "If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer." Dad is on mom's side, too I still shook my head, and my parents could do nothing.

I don't want to cut it off, because, I like this difficult long hair!

The 300-word composition for the fourth grade arrived on Sunday, and my father said that he would take me to the riverside in the suburbs to catch crabs. I jumped three feet high, hugged my father's neck and kissed him very much.

We got on the bus and soon came to the countryside. We left a clear stream not far away. Oh! Fortunately, there are not many fish and shrimp in this stream soon, and the most is crabs.

I took off my shoes and pants, ready to start catching crabs. In order to prevent the crab from bleeding, I also prepared two pairs of rubber gloves to wash my mother's clothes.

Everything is ready to get stuck. I strode to the main river and stood in the water. I aimed at a crab and I approached it calmly. Ran Ran squatted down. I think crabs are slow to respond. I can catch it with a light scratch. Just after I thought about it, I grabbed it gently and really caught it.

"Dad, I caught one! You haven't caught it ... "

"Oh, it hurts!" The crab caught me before I said the word "ba".

This time I tampered with my strategy, and I'm ready to go into battle with both hands. I grasped it as I did just now. When grasping, I desperately grabbed its two big pliers and bandaged it.

It is getting late. We released the 1 1 crab we caught and went home happily.

There are all kinds of voices, such as sweet, hoarse, sharp and rich ... Gradually, I like this voice, sometimes gentle, sometimes violent, sometimes ethereal. ...

The sound is the sound of rain. I like listening to the sound of rain. Every drop of rain can touch my soul. Whether depressed or happy, the rain brings me peace and security, or a fighting spirit and hope, because the dancing rain is always affectionate words.

The rain is tender, "the rain in the sky is as crisp as crisp" and it is wet and cool after entering the muscle; The rain is bleak, and "the mountains and rivers are broken and the clouds are surging" is the grief and indignation of worrying about the country and the people. The dream of lingering rain, lingering in soliloquy and lingering in tenderness-"When you say no to the rain at night" always makes people warm and yearning, waiting for the arrival of the next autumn water; Rain is leisure, leisure in the helplessness outside the mountain, and helplessness in leisure; Rain is spiritual. Rain in the Qingming Festival is rain, which plays up the sad atmosphere of Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Listening to the rain is a state of mind. Holding a Tang poem and reading it by the window, the tranquility, sadness and artistic conception will sprout quietly in the rain.

The sound of rain, pure and nourishing our young hearts.

One morning, I got up and looked at my calendar. It was Sunday. It took me a minute to get everything ready and walk down the street. When I got to the street, I was shocked: there was no one on the street, and besides, this street was not like a street, but obviously a sky!

I passed a commercial street and went to a school. I found that their perfect score was zero, and 100 was very poor. I went to another food city, where snacks are as big as airplanes! I ate a lot of meat, and I was so full that I felt my stomach would burst after another sip of water. When I came to another cinema, no one showed the movie, so I had to leave with some snacks I ate while watching the movie.

Later, I went to the amusement park. Nothing in the amusement park was opened, and no one played in the park. The air at home was not fresh at all. I shouted, "I don't want to live alone." Loud noise ... "

I was awakened by a sound. It was a dream!

Composition evaluation:

Your brief sleepwalking, fluent sentences and clear levels show that your basic Chinese skills are good. But judging from the content, it is a bit difficult to guess what I want to reflect through this story. Do you really want to say that the world is wrong? Your essay can't explain such a big and scary topic.

In a bread-shaped fish tank in my house, there are several small fish. They shuttled happily among duckweeds all day.

They are about two centimeters long, with red backs, silver bellies, pale yellow tails and rice-like eyes, which make people love them very much.

Xiaoyu's life is very happy. They have fan-shaped tails all day long, hovering between leaves and roots. When they meet, they rub each other's bodies like greeting each other? Like to play? I found that whenever I got close to observe them, the little ones dispersed in a hubbub, but soon they got together in twos and threes. Perhaps, they are also guessing: who is this person outside?

Small fish tastes interesting. When I spill fish food on the water, these little cute people always rush headlong, seemingly running around like headless flies, but in fact they can swallow every bite. With the gradual sinking of the fish feeding grounds, the small fish are also scattered everywhere, looking for the "fish that slipped through the net" among duckweeds and pebbles. Slowly, the little guys are "full of food and drink". At this time, fish food becomes their toys, and it is very interesting to stumble and stumble and entertain themselves.

This is my little fish, and I really love them, because these little guys bring me endless fun.

I love my parents very much. I feel at ease when I see my parents after school every day. When I am sick, my parents care about me and accompany me, and I will feel very safe.

I remember one night, I woke up from a nightmare and saw my parents around the bed looking at me with anxious eyes, anxious like ants on hot bricks. I was surprised. When I opened my mouth to ask, I felt my ears were wet. Mom said, "Tao Tao, what's wrong with you?" Under my mother's reminder, I feel bitter in my mouth, my stomach hurts, and I want to vomit from time to time. So I got sick. I threw up my pillow and quilt when I had nightmares. When my parents saw that I woke up, they washed my face, changed my clean clothes, changed my clean pillow and quilt, and let me lie comfortably in bed. However, my stomach is like a lively rabbit. When it is quiet, I don't feel bad at all, but when it is alive and kicking, it makes me toss and turn like a fish on the shore. My parents are more anxious than me. They comforted me while giving me medicine and pressing acupoints to relieve pain. With the comfort of my parents, my nervous mood gradually relaxed. At this time, the medicine also worked, and I fell asleep. But mom and dad didn't dare to sleep, and spent a long night with me.

I found that when I was sick, my parents' care and love was the best medicine in the world.

The fourth grade composition is 300 words. 8 "Get up quickly, it's late!" Rush into the eardrum like a roaring sound! The vigorous pace followed.

"No, my mother is patrolling the mountains." Get dressed and pretend to dress up. In fact, my mother has seen my flaw. ...

Wash your face, brush your teeth and wash your hair for five minutes! I'm proud of my speed. Hehe, the hot dishes on the table have been served. I started a voracious cleaning, inadvertently raised my head, and even saw that my mother was already sweating. ...

After dinner, I took my schoolbag and rushed out of the house, but it began to rain outside. My mother hurried out and handed me an umbrella, and then rummaged through my raincoat like an enemy, but I hummed at the door heartlessly. After going out, mother's cry came from behind. ...

"Have you brought all your books and umbrellas? It's very cold today. Do you wear warm clothes inside? I dare not catch a cold! " My mother always talks endlessly. In her mind, I seem to be a child forever!

Although parents' nagging is endless, it will never end! But how beautiful and dazzling these nagging are, and then they become flowers that grow in my life. ...

Maybe, until I am in my prime, I am still a child in the eyes of my parents!

I like the campus in spring because it is warm and beautiful. I like the campus scenery because it is beautiful and moving. I want to show a colorful campus spring with my inner enthusiasm.

Spring has come, there have been several spring rains, and many trees in the school have put on new clothes. Let's start with a tree behind the ping-pong table. I don't know what tree it is, but it's beautiful. After the cold winter, its leaves fall off, but there will always be a period of bitterness. Now, it sends out green buds, as if one by one from the mother's reproduction, curiously looking at the outside world.

There is also a big kapok tree outside the school wall. A spring breeze blows on the face, and the leaves of kapok trees slowly fall in the defoliation season, and some dance like red butterflies. Some are like parachutes, falling from the sky; Others are like swinging, getting high. I picked up the fallen leaves and used them as bookmarks, specimens and leaf paintings ... Standing on the roof of the teaching building, I can enjoy all the beautiful scenery of the campus.

What! Spring on campus is the beginning of a year. We should sow the seeds of ideals and understand the meaning of life. This is the fantasy of spring and the call of the future. How can I not praise you with warm love! I love you, campus spring! Instructor: Chen Chaohui