The story of the fourth grade primary school composition commemorative booklet 350 words
In a small valley with a spring-like climate all year round, many exotic flowers and plants grow that are not found in the outside world. They chat and laugh with the sun every day, and dance with the butterflies and bees. The scene is like coming out of a painting, as beautiful as a fairyland.
But one day, the beautiful flowers discovered that a strange plant had grown here - it looked like a weed, but in fact, it was a lily. The flowers, which have always been proud, began to ridicule and ridicule it mercilessly: "Hey, what is this? It looks like a weed. Oh no, it is just a weed!" "Hahahaha... ..." The words of those flowers were like sharp knives, deeply hurting it. It felt extremely sad. It even had the idea of ????taking its own life. It was depressed and depressed all day long. It was simply worse than a weed. Like a weed. After a while, when it saw the rising sun, it suddenly understood: "Since God sent me here, there must be a chance to show myself. I must bloom!"
So, it began to actively face the cynicism of the flowers, worked hard to absorb the sunshine and rain, rooted deeply, and straightened its chest. Finally, one spring morning, it produced its first bud! This made him very happy. However, this brought a bigger joke to the flowers: "Look, this guy is obviously a weed. He insists on saying that he is a lily. In my opinion, the buds on his head are not buds. I'm afraid it's a tumor." Come on!" Even the birds passing by ignored it and stayed away from it.
Lily still worked hard to accumulate energy and ignored their rumors. Finally one morning, it broke out and blossomed! The flawless white petals and tall figure have become the most beautiful scenery in the small valley. The flowers around them had nothing to say anymore. They knew that the beauty they had always been proud of was eclipsed in front of the lily, and they all lowered their heads silently. At this time, the butterflies and bees came and danced around the lily, which had never happened before. Lily is not proud either, it blooms one by one, and the wind carries its seeds around. Gradually, the valley was filled with white lilies. There are crystal clear water drops on every flower. They think these are just dewdrops, but only Lily knows that these are the tears behind the unremitting efforts day and night.
No matter how many words of praise these lilies have heard, they will never forget the words of the first lily: "I am a lily, not a weed. The only way to prove that I am a lily is The only way to bloom beautiful flowers is to commemorate December 9th activity for the fourth grade of primary school
Today, Sunday, I got up early because my father promised to take care of me today. I went out and I was so happy. Today, Mr. Qingtian seems to have become extraordinarily kind. The weather in the morning was neither cold nor hot, and the breeze was blowing, making people feel very comfortable.
Walking on the road, the grass
swayed from side to side as the wind blew. The flowers were showing their most beautiful side to people, and the industrious bees were flying around among the flowers.
Through hard work, the birds are singing to us. What a wonderful nature.
When we arrived at the river, my father and I prepared the fishing rods and bait. After everything was ready, we waited for the fish to take the bait. After waiting for a few minutes, The fish still hasn’t landed, so I
shook the fishing rod back and forth and watched my dad’s fish float. Hey, I saw my dad’s fish float and sink.
, Dad pushed hard, and a fat and big crucian carp surfaced from the water. Dad carefully pulled the fish to the shore, and then pulled the rope to lift the crucian carp up. I was so happy at that time. Although I didn’t catch it, I thought it would be nice to go home and eat the big crucian carp, which made me feel so beautiful!
On the way home, my father told me that you can’t do things half-heartedly, you have to work with one heart and one mind to achieve success.
Success is not only about experiencing the fun, but also cultivating people’s abilities. Patience and perseverance.
Although
I didn’t catch any fish today, I was very happy.
I also learned a very important truth!
Today is such a happy day. I will never forget this day! Composition for fourth grade primary school students on Martyrs' Day
It is another Qingming Festival, a day to remember the martyrs. On this day, I am filled with grief. Although I cannot pay homage to the martyrs like some people, I miss them silently in my heart.
Yes! In order to build a new China and overthrow the old society, how many martyrs exchanged their youth and blood for it! They sacrificed their lives for our beautiful homeland.
They gave a lot, but received very little. They died quietly before they had time to enjoy life. We can never compare to this. However, some of us are not satisfied with our lives. They are so stupid, they don't understand that their comfortable life was obtained by the martyrs with their youth and blood!
I think that although the lives of those martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the interests of the country have passed away, their spirits will last forever! How kind and persistent they are! After giving up everything for our beautiful homeland, could anyone do anything greater than this?
Remember the martyrs! We will definitely see our own shortcomings. We are the new generation of talents in our motherland, but we still cannot forget them and the many martyrs who have dedicated themselves to us.
Cherish our happy life! Cherish the happy life that the martyrs exchanged for their youth and blood! The story of Ding Xiulan, a 400-word composition collection for the fourth grade of primary school
The person I admire the most is the respectable and amiable white warrior Ding Xiulan. She fought hard in the face of the disease, exchanged her own life for the lives of thousands of patients, and composed songs of life.
In 2003
In 2003, a sudden infectious disease - "SARS" spread, and a smokeless battle began. This is a battle between life and disease. Ding Xiulan, a doctor at Beijing People's Hospital, is an amiable person. She is meticulous in her work. She often says: "We must be worthy of our patients." Especially during the SARS period, no matter how busy she was, Ding Xiulan always rushed to the patient's bedside. , consultation and physical examination. The hurried footsteps seemed to tell people that she had no time to consider her personal safety. She worked constantly, using her old body to resist the fatigue.
After a busy day on April 14, Ding Xiulan had to examine several nurses who had high fevers.
She was so meticulous that she even checked everyone's pharynx. That night, Ding Xiulan caught a cold. In the following days, Ding Xiulan felt unwell. Finally one day, she came back from a SARS work meeting and said to the nurse, "I feel a little cold" and fell ill. Her young age and long hours of fatigue caused her condition to develop rapidly. Lying in the hospital bed, Ding Xiulan still refused to take time off. She lost no time in discussing medical records with the "SARS" disease experts who came for ward rounds, and recorded her feelings about the disease and the development of the disease in detail. Said: "These are precious information. I will study them carefully after I am discharged from the hospital." Once, Ding Xiulan asked her lover to make dumplings for her, but Ding Xiulan refused to eat them. Instead, the nurse divided the dumplings into several portions, put them into sterilized bowls, and gave them to several patients in the ward. When the nurses asked why she didn't eat, she smiled weakly and said: "It's just for them. Tell them for me that they must eat well to get better quickly."
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In the ward, Ding Xiulan always "criticized" the nurses for visiting the room too often. Every time she entered the room, Ding Xiulan always said "nagging": "Get out quickly, don't infect you!" In order to alleviate the problem, Due to the hard work of the nurse, she actually stayed up at night and stared at the infusion. No matter how the nurse tried to persuade her, she always stubbornly said: "You can't work too hard, otherwise your resistance will decrease. Anyway, I won't do it at night." It doesn’t matter if I can’t sleep.”
On April 2, Ding Xiulan was transferred to Beijing Ditan Hospital because her condition was too serious. She repeatedly said to her colleagues who saw her off: “ Stay away from me and don’t infect you.” After she was transferred to Ditan Hospital, the municipal party committee and municipal government paid close attention to Ding Xiulan’s rescue work. Related
Leaders do whatever it takes to save the day.
The disease reached out to Ding Xiulan. Ding Xiulan was rescued at 4:15 in the morning on the 13th. After 11 days of rescue, Ding Xiulan could not escape the hands of the disease and unfortunately passed away.
Ah! Ding Xiulan is a medical worker who works silently in an ordinary position. Facing the SARS disease, she had no heroic words, only firm eyes and hurried steps. During her lifetime, she did not attract much attention, and not many people even paid attention to her hard work on the front line. She just faithfully performed her duty as a doctor to save lives and heal the wounded in her daily life.
(If it helps you, I hope you will adopt it~) 400-word essay "The Story of the Tabby Cat and the Black Cat" for the fourth grade of primary school
Once upon a time, there were a group of mice and five cats. There is always smoke and war between them. Once, the mice were basking in the sun, and the cats walked quietly to the "base" of the mice. Originally, they could catch many mice, but when they reached the boundary, they were trapped by the mousetraps they dropped. Dressed up" a bit. This time the mice were "awakened" by the cat. They use the ultimate weapon - "big cannonballs" to deal with these hateful cats. "Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom" five consecutive shots blasted the cats to pieces. Another time, the mouse king decided to destroy the cat kingdom and make the cats their captives. They also launched tanks and aircraft to assist in the battle.
They brought machine guns, grenades... and bombed them wildly. In the end, the Mouse King realized his wish and defeated the Cat Country. And moved the cat country to the ground.
Synchronous composition for the fourth grade of primary school "The Story of My Success"
That time, I succeeded. I am a master of cycling and can avoid different obstacles. Whenever I see people learning to ride a bicycle, I can’t help but think of the difficult process I went through when I learned to ride a bicycle. I am very competitive. When I saw my cousin riding around on a bicycle, I was extremely envious and secretly determined to compete with my cousin. But because my mother was afraid that I would break the new car, I could only practice on my grandma’s old car. This is a very old bicycle, which always makes a "crunching" sound, and the handlebar is not straight. This is a great challenge for me. Although the car is dilapidated, I will not give up. At first, just to be safe, I stepped on the pedals and held the handlebar tightly, while my father put one hand on the back seat and the other on the handlebar to prevent me from falling. Fortunately, my father was holding me up, otherwise I would have fallen to the ground and suffered bruises all over my body. After a few more repeated exercises, I began to be able to move forward reluctantly. When my father saw that I had just begun to mature, he said to me: "Son, try it and see if you can ride it by yourself?" After that, he let go without asking for my opinion. At this time, my cousin happened to come to me on his bicycle. He was playing on the computer and looked at my miserable state and laughed loudly: "I think you should give up. Your lack of self-confidence is definitely the biggest stumbling block to your progress. You can't overcome it." He said The words angered me again. I must prove to them that I am not bad, and I will definitely overcome the difficulties. I said to my father: "I must succeed and never let others underestimate me." I rode my bicycle again. I was still scared, but thinking of my cousin's mocking look on his face, I was determined not to cry. I began to imagine that my father was holding the bicycle from behind. Gradually my riding became smoother and smoother. I finally succeeded. The Story of the Rich Man and the Poor Shoemaker Composition for the fourth grade of primary school
Once upon a time there was a rich businessman, and he was very rich. What's the best way to make money? Let me tell you, you will know. If you live in one of his rooms every day, it will take several months to go through it. His yard is big enough for horse racing, and there are countless rare and exotic plants in the yard. As for the food and clothing, they were extremely luxurious. His family's money was counted box by box.
There is one thing that worries her about such a rich man, that is, he has insomnia every night. As for the reason, he couldn't find the source at all, but this phenomenon has appeared since he became very rich. The rich man remembered clearly that he had not had a good night's sleep since he unexpectedly made a lot of money that day. The rich man was troubled by this.
However, what made him even more troubled was that his neighbor, a small craftsman who repaired shoes, was very poor every day, but he was very happy because he could hear humming from his mouth every day. The song he sang reached the rich man’s ears all day long and annoyed him to death.
How can you stop a shoemaker from singing? The rich man racked his brains and finally came up with a good idea.
The next day, the rich man sent for a shoe repairman.
"Dear friend, how are you doing now? Are you okay?" the rich man asked with a smile.
"Dear neighbor, I'm fine. Thank you for your concern!" The shoemaker answered honestly.
"How is business lately? Is it okay?"
"Thanks to you, it's not bad. I've made a lot more money in the past few days!"
"No wonder! Singing all day, that's it! It seems you are very happy!" The rich man seemed to understand the reason.
"This is not surprising. I was born with contentment. Being able to work is my pursuit. I work all day long and have no time to think about worrying things! Besides, my My wife is hard-working, kind, smart and beautiful. Although she doesn’t have any extra money, we are very content and live a very sweet life!” the shoe repairman said proudly.
"Don't you want to improve it, make your money more, and make your life happier?"
The shoe repairman answered honestly: "Honestly, I don't either. I'm working hard!"
The wealthy businessman said excitedly: "Okay, dear neighbor, thank God, God will definitely bless you! I will give you a sum for your honesty! How much money is appropriate? I’ll give you five hundred rubles first! But you can’t use this money randomly! This is a big book!”
The shoe repairman happily grabbed a copy of the book. The big bag of money ran home. He quietly hid the money in the cellar. However, that night he actually suffered from insomnia for the first time in many years. Yes, to be honest, he was very uneasy and always worried about whether the bag of money was still there. He didn't dare to sleep at night, fearing that thieves would come and steal his money.
The carefree and happy days of the shoe repairman are gone. The rich man hadn't heard the shoe repairman's singing for a long time.
The shoe repairman was puzzled, and later he understood why he had such a big change. The reason lies in the bag of money that the rich man gave to himself.
"Yes, let's do it!" The shoe repairman looked at the money bag and made up his mind.
Early the next morning, the shoemaker came to the wealthy businessman with his money bag and said sincerely: "Dear Mr. Neighbor, I have decided to return the money to you! I have not touched the money. If I'll give it back to you!"
"Why?" the wealthy businessman asked strangely, "Don't you need the money?"
"I didn't have that much money before. , but I am very happy and sleep well at night. But since you got this bag of money, I feel like I can’t sleep every night. So, I decided to give the money back to you!”
The shoe repairman was relieved, put down his money bag, and walked out. A 300-word essay on a very memorable day in the fourth grade of primary school
Today, Sunday, I got up early because my father promised to take me out fishing today, and I was very happy. Today, Mr. Qingtian seems to be particularly kind. The weather in the morning was neither cold nor hot, and the breeze was blowing, making people feel very comfortable.
Walking on the road, the grass swayed left and right with the wind, the flowers were showing their most beautiful side to people, the hard-working bees were flying around among the flowers, working hard, and the birds were talking to each other. We sing. What a wonderful nature.
When we arrived at the river, my father and I got the fishing rods and bait ready. When everything was ready, we waited for the fish to take the bait. After waiting for a few minutes, the fish still didn’t take the bait. I shook the fishing rod back and forth and watched my father's fish float. Hey, I saw my father's fish floating and sinking. When my father pushed hard, a fat and big crucian carp surfaced. Dad carefully lifted the fish. He pulled it to the shore, then pulled the rope, and lifted the crucian carp up. I was so happy at that time. Although I didn’t catch it, I felt so beautiful when I thought about having a delicious big crucian carp to eat when I got home!
On the way home, my father told me that you can’t do things half-heartedly, you have to work wholeheartedly to achieve success. Fishing is not only about experiencing the fun, but also cultivating people’s patience and perseverance.
Although I didn't catch any fish today, I was very happy and learned a very important truth!
Today is such a happy day. I will never forget this day! Composition for the fourth grade of primary school: Make up a green story
I am a small tree, living in an endless forest, where there is joy and laughter every day. Birds sang happily in the tree, the little squirrel picked up the pine cones that fell to the ground, and the monkey was sitting on the tree eating peaches
One day, I was sleeping and was suddenly woken up by a harsh sound. I looked up and saw several people sawing wood. I thought: These big trees block the sunlight from the sun every day. Why can't I ask humans to saw down these big trees? So, I said to the human being: "Can you please chop down the wood next to me?" The human being immediately agreed. Start sawing wood again.
After a while, humans finally finished sawing. This time, the sun finally shone on me, and I felt extremely comfortable, as if I was wrapped in a quilt. But gradually, I found that there was no more singing and laughter around me. There was always silence around me and I felt so alone. Winter is coming, and white snow is falling in the sky. It feels very cold when it falls on me. Looking into the distance, the mountains are covered with endless white snow.
But that night, it was snowing heavily, and I fell asleep quietly. "Yeah" I yelled, feeling a lot of pain on my body. It turned out that the sky was raining ice cubes as big as beans. Slowly, the ice cubes from the sky were getting bigger and bigger. A gust of sweat came over me, making me shiver with coldness. I kind of regret that I shouldn't have driven my friends away. It would be great if they were here. Suddenly, there was thunder, lightning, and snow and rain in the sky again. I struggled with death. What should I do? Why should I drive my brothers away? Who told me to be so selfish? So stingy? It would be great if I could go back to the past.
"Ding ding ding" the bell rang for me. I was sweating profusely and said to myself: "Great, I'm glad this is just a dream. I'm going to call my name and go." Retrieve the green and make nature green wonderful. How to write the composition "The Story of Hometown" for the fourth grade in primary school
School is over, and the rain seems to be unbearable again, and it starts to drip. I hold up a small umbrella. We arrived at the school gate. There were already parents waiting anxiously. Their umbrellas were colorful, and looking at them, they looked like mushrooms growing on the grass.
Rain! It rained harder and harder, and the big raindrops fell on the roof of the carport and the umbrella, making a "crackling" sound; when they fell on the ground, they immediately turned into small water splashes. At this time, the sound of rain, the sound of car horns, and The shouts of parents and the instructions of teachers... merged together, like a symphony being played - a symphony in the rain.
On the road, cars drove away one after another. Another car followed closely, but their speed was as slow as a snail. Cars of various colors were leaning together like waves. Look at the expressions of the drivers. Some were impatient at all and kept honking their horns with their hands, making a harsh sound; some were very "cunning" and took advantage of the opportunity to squeeze in; some taxi drivers took advantage of the crowded road and simply read newspapers. It’s so exciting... the school gate is really “lively” on a rainy day!
Comments: The author writes about the school gate, the carport in front of the school gate and the road in front of the school gate in order from near to far. "Lively" describes the various sounds heard, the various shapes, colors and people seen, which is very vivid.