The composition of the fourth grade

In daily study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition requires a complete text structure, and endless composition should be avoided. I believe many people will find it difficult to write a composition. The following are six compositions of fourth-grade figures I collected for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

There are many figures in our class, such as monitor Shu Ting and vice monitor Wei Zhen. But there is only one person in my mind, and that is lin li.

She is the director of our class, and she is responsible for many things. Even the monitor has to ask her if she has any questions. Whenever something happens in class, we will think of her. Reading every afternoon, she will sacrifice reading time to manage the class. Whenever someone is naughty, she will knock the table with a stick as a reminder. It looks awesome, which is the first reason why I admire her-her dedication to the class.

Although she looks imposing on the surface, she is actually silently sacrificing. Every time after class, she is either busy posting stars, busy with business, or reading books, making up all the "nutrition" lost in reading in the afternoon, and rarely seeing her playing with her classmates. This is the second reason why I admire her-obscurity.

She always shares the teacher's worries, not to mention being a little naughty last time. She arranged a meeting. The main content of the meeting is to assign tasks to everyone and improve management efficiency. For me, her ability is already the monitor. This is the third reason why I admire her-sharing worries for everyone.

In my mind, she is a strict, unknown little teacher and a big shot.

My grandmother is almost sixty years old this year. Although she is so old, she works like an aunt in her thirties. You must want to know why I said that! Then you will know after listening to my interview.

Last year, my grandmother took me to the street and saw a beggar squatting on the ground. He was dressed in rags, his hair was covered with dust, and he smelled bad, which made people want to leave when they saw him. Pedestrians on the road saw it and walked away. I wanted to take grandma away, too, but grandma felt sorry for him and gave him ten dollars. I asked her why she did it. He is not you, and her face changed immediately. We should help others if they are in trouble. This society is like a big family. Didn't your teacher teach you to help each other? "I feel irritable on my face after hearing this, and I can't help but respect my grandmother's virtue.

The next day, when I was at school, I saw my classmates saying that they were caught by the police pretending to be beggars in the street. After listening to it, I thought, isn't this the one that grandma gave me money yesterday? Grandma didn't think that person was a liar before helping others. What a good grandmother!

Now you know! Although the wrinkles on grandma's face are like a knife cut, these good things are like band-AIDS, treating these scars for grandma and making grandma live younger and younger.

On this day, I was reading a book when suddenly a monkey jumped out of it. I take a closer look-isn't this the Monkey King? "Sun Shengda, why are you here?" "My old rare at leisure. I'm here to play on earth. Where do you want to go? " "I want to go to the future." "good!" The Monkey King said, and drew a symbol in the air, and the white light flashed in front of me, and I came to the future.

People in the future are wearing strange clothes and eating habits, and we are dazzled. Suddenly there was a gunshot and people fled. It turned out that in the future, when the Fourth World War broke out, people fought from the west to the east for a precious energy stone. The Monkey King and I went into the air, stopped the war, and proposed to go to the universe to find energy.

Therefore, people are divided into many groups to find energy. We are the first team, and the target is the sun. After repeated exploration, we finally found many energy stones around the sun and shipped them back to earth with the energy stones on other planets. Now the earth doesn't have to worry about energy depletion.

But I was lying in the quilt at home with a The Journey to the West in my hand. Is this a dream? I looked carefully, as if the Monkey King in the book was winking at me.

Open the photo album and you will see a lively and clever boy.

I have black hair and often shave a crew cut, which shines in the sun. A pair of bright eyes are embedded in a dark and fat face, with a flat nose hanging in the middle and two nostrils like two small caves with grass. The most special thing about me is my ears. People who have seen me say that my ears are like those of the Tathagata Buddha, which is very special and blessed. I'm glad to hear the news.

My personality is more willful. Once my mother and I went to the supermarket and saw my favorite toys. We stood there motionless and insisted that my mother buy it. My mother can't beat me, so she can only buy it for me.

Although I like toys, I also like reading books. In order to let myself know more about the outside world, my mother often takes me to the bookstore to buy books. As long as I like books, I will read enough when I have time.

I also like playing chess very much. For example, chess, go, gobang ... I am best at go. I used to lose games with my classmates, but now I lose.

This is me-Zhang Yin Hongyu.

In our community, there is an old man who often does good deeds. He is uncle Zhang. Uncle Zhang is not tall, his hair is gray, his face is thin and black, but he has a pair of kind eyes under his eyebrows. He is wearing a brown suit. I remember once, I don't know who pried open the manhole cover of the sewer. Uncle Zhang found that the manhole cover was pried open during morning exercise. He thought about what to do and what to do if someone fell in. He ran home quickly and put some warning signs around. He quickly explained the situation to the property and bought a manhole cover to make it up, just in case. Later, everyone knew about it and thanked him. Said, "These are small things that I should do."

On another occasion, while walking, Uncle Zhang's "whoa, whoa, whoa" voice reached his ears. Uncle Zhang looked around and found a child of 1 week. Uncle Zhang rushed over, picked up the child and coaxed that the baby was good and don't cry. It really works. I really stopped crying after a while. Uncle Zhang asked him, "Where is your home?" I don't know. The child said vaguely. "Then let's wait for your mother together." Uncle Zhang tells stories to the children and plays games with him. An hour passed and the child's mother was very anxious to find it. The child's mother thanked Uncle Zhang for taking care of the child. It turned out that the child sneaked out to play while his mother was sleeping. Uncle Zhang told his mother to look after the children and pay attention to safety.

Uncle Zhang is really a warm-hearted old man. I hope there will be more such people to make our society more beautiful and harmonious.

This afternoon, I came to Boda for a composition class. Teacher Duan walked into the classroom full of energy and said to us, "Today, we are going to play a game. We only saw that man, but never heard his voice. "

"I'll tell you the rules of the game first." Teacher Duan said to us, "I am correcting my homework on the podium." Your task is to observe my face, manners and movements and see who is the little observer. "

Teacher Duan is really involved in correcting homework! I saw her holding a pen in her right hand and a piece of paper in her left hand, with her head down, carefully looking at her composition line by line. Her brow wrinkled tightly from time to time, forming a question mark between her brow, and sometimes stretching out as happily as an exclamation point. The pen in her hand is not idle, and she draws various marks on the composition paper from time to time. It's the first time to sit at the bottom and observe the teacher correcting the composition so carefully. I looked at the teacher's expression, and my heart was really tangled. It seems that the teacher is correcting my composition, not someone else's. Teacher Duan is correcting them one by one. When she sighed lightly, my heart immediately pulled up and thought: This composition may not be satisfactory? When teacher Duan relaxed his shoulders and showed a rare smile on his face, my mood also relaxed: a good composition made the teacher feel gratified. Sometimes the teacher stares at a place, gets lost in thought, thinks repeatedly, and then writes some words with a pen. This must be some pertinent suggestions or amendments to this classmate. The students at the bottom are quiet, and no one wants to interfere with the teacher's work. The teacher's hand is really strong, and the pen makes a "brush brush" sound on the paper. At this time, the sound is so beautiful. Unconsciously, fifteen minutes passed. Finally, the teacher put down the pen and announced that "the game is over!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief Teacher Duan usually works rigorously and seriously. This time, he completely conquered us. The teacher made great efforts to correct our compositions. I must take it more seriously in the future. Don't waste the teacher's efforts.