People's fourth grade composition

In our daily life, many people have written compositions, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. So, how to write a composition? The following is my composition for Grade 4 10. Welcome to share.

Cactus looks ugly. I guess many people don't like it. Of course, I am no exception, but one thing has changed my view of it.

I remember when I was a child, my mother often told me stories about cactus and often described its long appearance, but I was not interested in it. My mother often tells me and forgets to tell me, and I don't understand how she feels about it. Later, my mother bought a cactus, and I was deeply impressed by it.

Once, when I was playing at home, I suddenly thought of cactus. So I went to the balcony and saw a light yellow flower on it. I was very surprised. I reached out my delicate little hand to touch it, but accidentally, a thorn plunged into the fingers of my delicate hand. I let out a scream, and my mother rushed over and asked me about the small thorn in my hand with microscope-like eyes, and then helped me to clamp it with a small clip.

I haven't liked it since this incident. I often clamor for my mother to throw away this ugly little thorn ball, but my mother always says to me, "One day you will know that it is of great use."

Sure enough, one day, I got mumps from my mother's mouth. After several days of intravenous drip, it didn't get better. I can only watch my little hand being pierced with holes every day. Later, my mother pulled out the prickles of cactus, fried it into juice and painted it on my face.

A few days later, I miraculously recovered. I looked at the remaining cactus that was blown into juice and suddenly felt very sad, because it cured my illness, kept me away from the needle tip, and kept me away from the pain. I remembered what my mother said, "One day you will know that it has a great effect." From then on, I no longer hated it, but looked at it with kindness and gratitude.

The robot I invented is called "nanny robot" I want to be such a robot, because my parents are very tired when they come back from work every day, and they have to buy food and cook for me. I want to be a robot to serve my parents. If mom and dad are not at home, you can ask them to cook for me when you are hungry. The house is dirty, so I just let it clean.

Robots are made of steel and consist of squares, circles and rectangles. The robot's head is square, its eyes are round and its body is rectangular.

My robot has three functions: buying food, cooking and doing housework.

You must be wondering: how to charge? Tell you what! Robots don't have to drag wires around all day, otherwise they will trip when walking in one place. My robot has its own charging method. If the robot says to its master, "master! There is no electricity. " Just say to it, "Go and have a glass of water!" "It immediately drinks a glass of water and can continue to work.

I imagine that one day, as soon as I get home, the robot will bring me a glass of water and then go to the kitchen to cook. When mom and dad came home and the meal was ready, they asked, "Did you cook this meal?" "no! It was made by the robot I invented. " Mom and dad just gulped it down and said, "Well! It's delicious! "

I will study hard from now on, become a scientist when I grow up and invent this kind of robot.

In my heart, there are many people I admire. There are teachers, classmates and policemen ... Among them, what I admire most is an aunt cleaner in our community.

One winter, it was very cold. The biting north wind roared past with snowflakes in it. I wear cotton-padded clothes and go to school in the community. When I was walking, I saw an aunt dressed in orange. She is sweeping the snow with a broom. I thought, aunt, you are amazing, and you help us sweep the snow in such a cold day. Suddenly, a bag appeared in front of my aunt. My aunt opened the bag, which was full of money. I thought he would keep it for himself. After all, she may never earn so much money!

I looked at all this, only to see the aunt cleaner quickly put away the bag and put it in a blue bag in front of the garbage truck. I thought to myself: Oh! I praised you just now. I didn't know you were such a person. You must be very anxious to keep so much money from others for your own use. Suddenly, a owner passed by, and she ran to ask, "I found a wallet." Have you lost it? " "no!" The shopkeeper shook his head and walked away. "Then I have to give the property!" She said to herself. I immediately understood that I was wrong about her and my heart was full of guilt. I really shouldn't think of my aunt like this.

I admire aunt cleaner's fighting spirit. She is the person I admire most!

The so-called "double-faced person" is a person with dual personality, that is, one personality in front of others and another personality that may be presented after others. In fact, in real life, such people are not uncommon. Sometimes, people just like to be in public, like to pretend, pretend to be gentle, pretend to be educated, pretend to be atmospheric ... In short, they are a perfect person in front of people. But in fact? When you are alone, or at home, you will show your true self.

No, there are many such people in our class-"two-faced people". Fu Xiaolan is a typical representative. She is a very quiet girl. She is very generous. Sven writes beautifully and plays the piano well! She can finish all the homework assigned by the teacher seriously and practically at school every day. She speaks enthusiastically in class, gets along well with her classmates, is very gentle, is a lovely girl, and is deeply liked by teachers, and students naturally like her. However, it is such a perfect girl image. I cann't believe I showed another side at home So, what kind of side is it? At first, we didn't know. Some of her shortcomings were also told by her mother to our head teacher, Mr. Hu. At the right moment, that time, Fu Xiaolan's mother called Mr. Hu, and our teacher Hu answered Fu Xiaolan's mother's phone in the corridor. I happened to pass by and heard their conversation. On the other end of the phone, Mr. Hu told Fu Xiaolan all the charges: First, he didn't do his homework seriously every time he went home, just playing and watching TV. Second, I still don't respect my parents and often talk back. Third, on weekends, she was even more disobedient, didn't do her homework, and kept watching TV and playing with her mobile phone ... Fu Xiaolan's mother scolded many crimes. And Mr. Hu on the other end of the phone has been listening to and comforting Fu Xiaolan's mother, because the mother on the other end of the phone is also very excited. After all, it's almost the end of the term in the blink of an eye. How can such a learning state get good grades in the final exam? On the other hand, Fu Xiaolan's mother also wants to know about her children's study at school. Is she the same at school as at home? Teacher Hu told her that actually Xiaolan has been doing well in school. When Teacher Hu heard Fu Xiaolan's mother tell her all this, Teacher Hu couldn't believe that Fu Xiaolan would be like this at home! Mr. Hu hung up the phone and went back to the classroom. Then, Hu Bin called Fu Xiaolan to his side. Teacher Hu asked Xiaolan about studying at home. I also told her that my mother called the teacher just now. Hearing this, Fu Xiaolan felt ashamed. Unexpectedly, my mother was really serious this time, and told the teacher all her crimes at home. Her little face rose like a red apple. After all, Xiaolan is also proud.

Unexpectedly, such a quiet girl turned out to be two different people at school and at home. This is the "two-faced man". Indeed, people! Always behave well in front of people! As for Fu Xiaolan's performance, it is not surprising.

One person I admire is Chang because he always helps me when others bully me.

He is tall and handsome. His hair is black, his eyebrows are thick and black, his eyes are bright, his nose is straight and his mouth is wet. The arms are a little thick and the muscles are strong.

Once, I was in the Dojo and a man wanted to fight me. That man is a big man. He was a red belt and I was a green belt. I know I can't beat him. When we started playing, he kicked me down and kicked me in the stomach and head again and again. I have no chance to fight back. By the end of the battle, I was black and blue. Fortunately, it often appears. I kicked the big guy away. After beating that man away, he often bandaged me up. Chang said sadly, "Does it still hurt?" ? I said happily, "thank you, I have no pain." I will repay you in the future and often say happily, "no, this is what I should do." .

I admire him because he has a heart of helping others and asking for nothing in return.

Legend has it that there are four or six classes in the cultural primary school, where there are many experts and unfathomable. Today, I'd like to introduce one of the experts. He is a "two-faced man" with unique skills.

He is a tall and powerful boy, even if he goes to the sixth grade, others will stay away from him. I remember one time, the school was plagued by insect disasters, and there were black and white caterpillars everywhere. Those girls screamed all day, scared out of their wits, and most boys just watched. The school organized everyone to kill the caterpillar, but where did we get the courage to kill it? At this time, the "two-faced man" in our class took "Hercules" and "matador" together to find and destroy caterpillars.

After many hardships, their party finally found the enemy's lair. They came there with weapons and anger, ready to destroy them once and for all. The two-faced man rushed up first, divided by three times and five times, and it took only ten seconds to destroy the caterpillar. We have made great contributions to the whole class, and we don't have to be harmed by caterpillars anymore. Look, this is his first face-powerful.

He has a bad habit, that is, he doesn't like doing homework. He used to get good grades, but since he became a pest hero, his grades have plummeted, so now the teacher often criticizes him. Once, he forgot to bring his homework and the teacher criticized him a few words. He burst into tears and knocked on the table while wiping his tears, looking sad. This incident became an anecdote in our class, which surprised everyone for a long time. Because even the most cowardly classmate in the class won't cry when criticized, and no one would have thought that his "hero" would have such an expression. This is the other side of him-stingy.

Now you know why he is called "two-faced man".

One: the person I am most grateful to.

She is the person I am most grateful to and the greatest person in my heart. She is as gentle as spring, like my amulet, protecting me. She gave me everything, trained me and guided me. She's my mother!

From my birth to the enrollment of students, my mother is nurturing me, caring for me and caring for me.

How many bumps, my mother helped me smooth, how many tears, my mother helped me dry.

I remember once, on my birthday, my mother accompanied me to climb the mountain. I rushed to the mountain, but I accidentally caught the hive in the bushes. Bees kept stinging me and I ran down in tears. I didn't know that many bees came with the wind. As a result, I rolled into the main canal, and my mother rushed over like an arrow, sucking the place where I was bitten by bees for 9 times with her mouth and sucking the bee venom from my body! I don't know what would happen without my mother ... thank you, mom.

At home, my mother always keeps me idle, but I am too tired to breathe. Whenever eating, my mother always eats leftovers and pickles and puts all the fried meat in my bowl. She seldom eats it herself. She gets angry when I put a clip in her bowl.

Once on Mother's Day, I said to my mother, "I will stay with my mother all my life and make her happy!" " "

She said to me seriously: "A person always leaves his mother. Your parents' cultivation is to make you go further and fly higher in the future ... "When I said this, I clearly saw a lot of crystal tears shining in my mother's eyes ... Mom, you are the most grateful person in this world. Maybe, as you said, one day I will break free from your arms and embark on my life with gratitude, but I will always think of you!

Chapter 2: I am most grateful to a person (mother)

In the face of the most selfless and unrequited kindness, I have no way to start. How much should I use to repay your kindness? I'm afraid I can't repay you at all You want a home, you already have a few strands of white hair. Mom, how can I repay this kindness?

I don't know when I can't see your wisps of white hair, but my tears have moistened my eyes. Mom! After all you have done for me, how can I repay you? I tried to describe you in the most beautiful language, but it seems that there are still some shortcomings; I tried to sing it to you in the best voice, but I still seemed a little dissatisfied. Mom, what should I do? Can you hear my voice? Can you hear my heartbeat? Looking at the cedar outside the window, tears began to spread bit by bit. I write you gently, and I sing you in a low voice.

Now, you are no longer with me, and your daughter has grown up. She is no longer a child who needs your hug and kiss. After tomorrow, my daughter will be one year older. Tomorrow is my birthday, and your mother can't come back. My daughter knows you did it for me, too. How can I repay your kindness?

Mom, spring is gone, summer is far away, autumn will soon pass, winter will come, and your love will last forever. I am afraid: if one day, I don't have your love, how can I go on? Mom, you are the driving force of my life, and I can't repay this kindness.

When the sun rises, I make a wish to the sun, "I wish you health!" " "Now my wish didn't come true, you left me an incurable disease, which accompanied you and made you suffer. I don't know how to repay you. I will never forget this kindness.

When the sunset appeared again, I made a wish to it, "May my mother be happy with me!" " "Haven't realized that you have entered the" dark ". You go out early and come back late, bypassing Dai Yuefei. Between family and work, happiness has been far away from you. I don't know what I can do.

When I smile at the corners of your mouth, I am silently proud, you always smile for me, when tears are swirling in your eyes, I feel distressed, and you always cry for me. When white hair flutters in your hair, I am shouting, this is not what you want, this is the sacrifice you made for your daughter. With such kindness, what should I do?

Mom, 110,000 "I love you", lifelong "I love you" and everlasting "I love you" are all incomprehensible kindness in my heart. How can I repay your kindness? With this kindness, my daughter can only repay it slowly, maybe not.

Article 3: I am most grateful to a person (mother)

I am most grateful to my mother because she has a pair of hardworking hands. Her hands are not that big. Long-term labor has made the cocoon skin climb on her fingers, and a layer of light black skin has grown on the back of her hand.

When the cock crows three times, mother's hands have already started to work: busy making breakfast. Near noon, her hands began to work again: busy cooking lunch. In the afternoon, her hands began to work again: busy cooking dinner. At night, when the moon is high, my mother's hands are working again: busy washing clothes. In short, my mother's hands have been working.

Mother's hands are hardworking and full of maternal love. I remember a cold winter afternoon. I am doing my homework and my mother is doing needlework.

It was late at night, and the weather became colder. My hands are shaking, I dare not write, for fear that I can't do my homework well. At this time, my mother came up to me and said with concern, "Is it cold?" Mother gently squeezed my hand in hers. Suddenly, I felt extremely warm. With her encouragement, I finally finished my homework seriously.

I remember another morning in the middle of winter, and it was very cold. In order to keep out the cold, my friends and I went skating by the river. I accidentally fell into the lime pit. I tried to lift my feet, but my boots were stuffed with lime. "I can't wear it." I resolutely took off my boots and prepared to let my mother wash them for me. Another thought: My mother will criticize me. Finally, I came up with a way to kill two birds with one stone. I hid my boots under the door until it was warm. The next day, the weather was a little warmer, so I went to wash my boots. But there are no traces of boots under the door. I was so anxious that I almost cried. After a while, I calmed down and went to look elsewhere. No sooner had I found the back door than I heard the familiar sound of "wooshing, wooshing, wooshing". Isn't that the sound of mom's hands working? I followed the sound. In the yard, I found my mother who was washing my boots. Her hand was red with cold and cracked several times. Although it was very cold, there were still a few glittering and translucent beads of sweat slipping from my mother's cheek. I walked up to her, grabbed the brush for brushing my boots and said, "Mom, I'll wash it." Mother said with concern, "Zhen Zhen, I'll wash it." I never promised, but she has taken her boots and brushes. Finally, mother washed it. After washing, she carefully dried her boots. Tears blurred my eyes when I put them back on.

Ah! I appreciate it.-mom.

Article 4: I am most grateful to one person.

She is the person I am most grateful to and the greatest person in my heart. She is as gentle as spring, like my amulet, protecting me. She gave me everything, trained me and guided me. She's my mother!

From my birth to my school days, my mother was nurturing me, caring for me and loving me. How many bumps, my mother helped me smooth, how many tears, my mother helped me dry.

I remember once, on my birthday, my mother accompanied me to climb the mountain. I rushed to the mountain, but I accidentally caught the hive in the bushes. Bees keep stinging me. I ran down crying, but I didn't know there were many bees coming with the wind. As a result, I rolled into the main canal, and my mother rushed over like an arrow, sucking the place where I was stung by bees with her mouth and sucking the bee venom on me! I don't know what would happen without my mother ... thank you, mom.

At home, my mother always keeps me idle, but I am too tired to breathe. Whenever eating, my mother always eats leftovers and pickles and puts all the fried meat in my bowl. She seldom eats it herself. She gets angry when I put a clip in her bowl.

Once on Mother's Day, I said to my mother, "I will stay with my mother all my life and make her happy!" " "She told me seriously:" One always leaves his mother. The purpose of your parents' training is to let you go further and fly higher in the future ... "When I said this, I clearly saw a lot of crystal tears shining in my mother's eyes." ...

Mom, you are the most grateful person in the world. Maybe, as you said, one day I will break free from your arms and embark on my life with gratitude, but I will always think of you!

Chapter 5: The person I am most grateful to.

I am most grateful to my mother because she has a pair of hardworking hands. Her hands are not that big. Long-term labor has made the cocoon skin climb on her fingers, and a layer of light black skin has grown on the back of her hand.

When the cock crows three times, mother's hands have already started to work: busy making breakfast. Near noon, her hands began to work again: busy cooking lunch. In the afternoon, her hands began to work again: busy cooking dinner. At night, when the moon is high, my mother's hands are working again: busy washing clothes. In short, my mother's hands have been working.

Mother's hands are hardworking and full of maternal love. I remember a cold winter afternoon. I am doing my homework and my mother is doing needlework.

It was late at night, and the weather became colder. My hands are shaking, I dare not write, for fear that I can't do my homework well. At this time, my mother came up to me and said with concern, "Is it cold?" I gently clamped my hand in hers. Suddenly, I felt extremely warm. With her encouragement, I finally finished my homework seriously.

I remember another morning in the middle of winter, and it was very cold. In order to keep out the cold, my friends and I went skating by the river. I accidentally fell into the lime pit. I tried to lift my feet, but my boots were stuffed with lime. "I can't wear it." I resolutely took off my boots and prepared to let my mother wash them for me. Another thought: My mother will criticize me. Finally, I came up with a way to kill two birds with one stone. I hid my boots under the door until it was warm. The weather was a little warmer the next day, so I went to wash it.

Leather boots. But there are no traces of boots under the door. I was so anxious that I almost cried. After a while, I calmed down and went to look elsewhere. No sooner had I found the back door than I heard the familiar sound of "wooshing, wooshing, wooshing". Isn't that the sound of mom's hands working? I followed the sound. In the yard, I found my mother who was washing my boots. Her hand was red with cold and cracked several times. Although it was very cold, there were still a few glittering and translucent beads of sweat slipping from my mother's cheek. I walked up to her, grabbed the brush for brushing my boots and said, "Mom, I'll wash it." Mother said with concern, "Zhen Zhen, I'll wash it." I never promised, but she has taken her boots and brushes. Finally, mother washed it. After washing, she carefully dried her boots. Tears blurred my eyes when I put them back on.

Ah! I am very grateful to you-mom.

Looking at the appearance of host Dong Qing on TV, I couldn't help dreaming of being a host. Dad seemed to see through my mind, touched my head and said with a smile, "Hey, my daughter still wants to be a host like Dong Qing. Ok, I'll give you a little lecture tomorrow. " "Great!" I jumped up. In this way, my hosting dream embarked on a happy journey.

The training of the host began. In order to test our perseverance and improve our standing posture, the teacher asked us to practice standing posture outdoors with books on our heads. When I first started training, I was secretly proud, thinking: Standing posture is my strong point, just put a book on my head, it's a piece of cake! As long as it doesn't shine, then I can easily pass! But as soon as I stood up, Grandfather Sun smiled brightly, as if to test me.

One class is an hour, but I only stood for less than 20 minutes, and I began to fail. Sweat kept slipping from my face, and the clothes wet with sweat had just dried out and were soaked with sweat. At this time, a naughty sweat fell into my eyes, and I really wanted to rub my eyes with my hands. But I was afraid that the book would fall, and finally I heard a whistle of "Ba-",and this class was over. I am so tired that my back hurts. What kind of painful training is this? Can I survive the next class? I'm starting to get a little confused. ...

"Want to be a host like Dong Qing?" "hmm." I replied smoothly. "Huh?" I followed the sound and looked back in surprise. The teacher stood behind me. "There are efforts behind the glory of the host, but we can't see it. Think about how many times Aunt Dong Qing won books in those years to get here today. Of course, the process is very painful, but in order to realize her dream, the dream in your heart is getting closer step by step. How happy! " Practicing standing posture is the first step to be a host. This step is done, and the next step is done. Can you realize your dream? I close my eyes and imagine myself standing on the stage of the Spring Festival Evening, hosting the program with Aunt Dong Qing. ...

"Shh-"The teacher blew the next class, and I started training happily. I don't complain or be confused anymore, because if I want to pursue my dream, I must do it step by step happily and finally realize my dream. I want to be a happy dream catcher now.

Because of my happy pursuit and unremitting efforts, I walked into the pilot room of the young master and realized my dream. ...

In this colorful world, there are many people worthy of my admiration, but the person I admire most is my head teacher, Miss Liang. Teacher Liang is about 40 years old, tall and thin, with long bright black hair. Under the curved eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes always look at others kindly, appearing close and respectful.

I remember one time, the class discipline was very poor, some were talking and some were playing tricks. The teacher severely criticized them and asked them to copy books. Some people say: You are like an iceman, and you always punish them. Others say: you are as warm as the sun, and you have paid so much for us to learn knowledge. Sometimes, some students can't do their homework, and the teacher will teach him patiently.

Teachers are strict with us in study and care about us in life. Whenever a classmate is sick, she always asks her classmate what's wrong and whether she has taken any medicine. If the illness is serious, she will personally take her classmates to see a doctor, so that their illness can be treated in time. ,

Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you who prop up the backbone of our generation; You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Continue to burn; Your lecture is rich and colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful new world.

Teacher, I admire you most.

It finally snowed today, and I can finally make a snowman with my good friends! I came to the snow wearing a thick down jacket and gloves. When I was in a daze, I didn't find her standing beside me. She took my hand and said as she ran, "Let's make a snowman! How interesting! " I nodded, and we both prepared the tools to make a snowman and said to each other, "Let's start making a snowman!" " "Two people said at the same time.

The snowman's head is made of a big snowball, and his body is also made of a big snowball, which is bigger than his head. After finishing the head and body, we began to make nose, eyes and hands, nose with carrots, eyes with buttons, hands with two broken roots on the tree, and broom to sweep the floor. We are very happy. After making the snowman, we each enjoyed our own work. I found something happier than before this winter.