In our daily study, work and life, we have all tried to write essays, right? Essays can be categorized into time-limited essays and non-time-limited essays according to the time limit for writing. Still at a loss for essays? Here are 6 essays for 4th grade that I have compiled.
Essay for 4th grade Part 1My paradise is the square downstairs, which is a large open space. There is a tall street lamp in the center, which can light up the whole square, the lampshade is saucer-shaped, and the square is also dotted with some small lawns around it! Whether it is spring, summer, fall or winter, the square is very lively.
In the spring, spring flowers, everyone with a variety of kites to the square to fly. My mom and dad and I also came. Watch! I held the spool of thread, my father held the kite, when my father let go of the kite, I ran and let go of the thread at the same time. "Haha, the kite flew into the sky, dad, look!" I was very happy. At this time, a snow-white pigeon also flew to see the kite, and cooed to the pigeons on the side, as if saying, "Look, that kite is so beautiful!" The other pigeon also cooed, as if to say, "Yes, it is! The other one also called out as if to say, "Yes!
In summer, it is very hot, but it does not scare the aunts and grandmothers who come out to dance, as long as the music plays, the people who walk next to them will gather together and dance a dynamic dance.
In the fall and winter, it is more suitable for sports. Adults dance, some play badminton; children chase everywhere, some play scooters, some ride bicycles, there are roller skating, we are free to do what we want to do, the square is full of our happy figure.
My paradise is how free, happy ah!
The fourth grade essay Part 2
Fitted with the wings of dreams, flying into the paradise of dreams, we are the flowers of the motherland, we all have their own dreams.
My dream is to be a sacred and legendary soldier. I stand in front of the world map every day, floating, fantasizing about a jingoistic legend. Maybe I'm just imagining things, but it's really my dream.
Dreams are always beautiful, but reality is cruel. Just have a dream can not, but also have hard sweat, behind the success, hidden many unknown stories, history tells us that the road to success is often paved by failure.
My purpose as a soldier is not war, but to protect the country, never again hear foreigners clamor for an inch of China's land. For the sake of peace, I can sacrifice everything to guard this delicate flower of peace and make it bloom more colorful.
My body hair and skin are all given to me by my dear motherland, and the blood in my veins surges with the voice of China. I believe that the Chinese language will become the most popular language in the world; the RMB will become the most dominant currency in the international arena; and foreigners will have to be courteous to the Chinese people when they see them. ...... This is my Chinese dream.
As long as I study hard now, enrich my knowledge and grow my talents, I believe that my dream will beckon to me. I want to say to the dream, "Dream, I set off to you!"
Fourth grade essay Part 3A piece of paper can make you think of what? Draft paper, paper airplanes, or a windowpane. In fact, these are its small role, it also contains a small principle, the following, please enter:
Six (2) science experiments test station.
"Ding, ding, ding" class. I heard that this class is going to do an experiment, what is it? Students are also discussing in groups of three or five: what cited ants Luo, and folding airplanes Luo, can be described as strange. This question in my mind there is an answer: pulling paper. Because I found that the plane from both ends of the paper, no matter how much strength is not pulled. Once the teacher came on stage, he opened the door to find a student with the greatest strength. Mao Jinchao answered the challenge. This time, I think it is more to pull the paper, secretly pleased.
I did not expect, I was wrong, actually want to fold paper, what's this? I then took out a piece of paper, quickly folded up, folded to the seventh but made a mistake, no matter, the foot stepped on the hand hammer, is no way to fold to the eighth. What's going on here? Is this only magic? At this point, the students found the question: What if the paper is thinner? The teacher gave each person issued a thinner paper. We found that it could still only be folded seven times; what if the paper got bigger? We are free to combine, a group of four together, will be four a4 paper into a large paper. While I was at it, I went to inspect the other groups and found that they were starting to implode: some thought it would be more, but others thought it would be less, and there was a lot of disagreement. Luckily, our group was pretty much in agreement, and all felt it was seven times.
Of course, the fact that it was seven proved the point of our group! But why is that? It turns out: the seventh power of 2 is 128, the thickness of the paper is at least a 0.2 millimeters, 0.2 * 128 = 2.56 centimeters, you think about it, 2.5 centimeters or so how hard the paper is hard ...... That was an interesting experiment!
4th grade essay Part 4Jesus, Jesus you know, right? It's that tall guy who lives in the sky ...... just know. I am his daughter. Today, I want to talk about my sister.
Dad's first daughter is called Tornado and wears a black dress. The second daughter is called Storm and wears black dresses. The third daughter is called Gale and loves to wear brown dresses. Me - that's Daddy's favorite little daughter, Windy. I love to wear a long, soft green dress with little flowers embroidered on the side. Dad's eyes bend down with laughter at the sight of me.
My big sister, Tornado, is the most bad-tempered of my sisters. I heard three brother freeze said "your big sister's mother is a thunderstorm in the clouds. It is the thunderstorm huge energy only a small part of the release in a very small area."
Big sister's best friend is a thunderstorm. Whenever Big Sister goes outside to play, she always takes Thunderstorm with her. The air inside Big Sister is thin and the pressure is very low. By the way, have you ever seen "bean rain", "fish rain", "wheat rain"? It's Big Sister who's responsible for all this strange weather. She's like a giant vacuum cleaner, sucking in things until she's tired of them and then throwing them down.
Big Sister loves to go on the water and on the ground, so she's called Water Tornado on the water and Land Tornado on the ground. Speaking of her looks: like a vortex that goes round and round.
Big Sister is still a hothead. She comes and goes in a hurry, from the beginning to disappear but a few dozen seconds, up to a few hours. However, Big Sister reaches tens of meters per second with each step, but the place where she plays is usually no more than 100-1000 meters.
Big Sister also loves to cause havoc, and big havoc at that. For example, if you run outside the house, the atmospheric pressure outside the house will drop a lot, and the air pressure inside the house weighs dozens of tons, so that Big Sister can lift the roof, so that the roof flies up like a glider. Without the roof, the rest of the house disintegrates with it. Then there are things like lifting something easily into the air and tossing it to the ground; she can rattle willows and poles upside down, and in rivers and oceans she can roll up huge columns of water, overturning rivers and ships and causing catastrophes.
My sister is not sure where she is coming from, so watch out for her!
My sister is unknown. The leaves of the trees gently flicked across the cheeks, whisking a trace of sadness, the flowers drifted down with the wind, falling countless sadness. Dreams of laughter, but also I seem to be self-deprecating. I'm not looking for anything but a smile in return. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
The atmosphere of the birthday has evaporated, only a burst of coolness. Because on this day, my grandfather died, my favorite grandfather died, I did not see him once. At this time the house has been a mess. Adults hugged and cried, grandmother even fainted. My face was pale and my heart was like a knife. Grandpa's old smile was gone, just a look of pain, lying quietly in that bed quietly. No, I believe Grandpa is not dead, he is just sleeping" I said fiercely. But by nightfall, Grandpa had not woken up, and I had to believe that he had gone to heaven. That day, I cried and cried and soaked my pillow with tears.
Grandpa treated me very well in life, when I asked him, he was always patient, when I was sick, he also ended up taking care of me carefully, and did not leave me an inch, I was spoiled and loved by my grandfather, this big tree, his back, which is already hunched out of shape, but he still carried the heavy me. Let me take root and sprout in his embrace, it was he who embraced and cared for me. But now he has gone to heaven and left me forever. Grandpa never had a picture in his life, only a picture of his back. I look at him and stare ......
I don't know how long I looked, I came to my senses. Grandpa wanted me to live well. I looked at the photo, tears running down my cheeks, I smiled. I'm going to fulfill my grandfather's wish instead of him. At this time, the grandfather in the sky is smiling at me ......
Essay for 4th grade Part 6I am a pencil lead, thrown by children in the deepest part of the drawer. It's a nightmare for all stationery there, dark and scary. Here I sit now, fear and helplessness surround me like a wild beast ready to open its mouth and devour me. I close my eyes in despair and think back to a joy-filled past ......
I was born in a stationery factory and have lived in darkness since birth, spending long days and days in darkness and fear. I never thought I would see the light of day.
It was a very ordinary day, and I was praying in the darkness as always. Suddenly a bright light came in, followed by a skyrocketing before my eyes. I hurriedly closed my eyes.
Even though my eyes were closed, I could feel the warmth of the light shining on me and the softness of something holding me in contrast to the endless darkness.
I slowly opened my eyes as I adjusted to the light. The sight before me made me whimper softly. The pink walls were covered with the happy smiling faces of many girls. A strange but beautiful lamp was lit on the white ceiling. A white carpet lay on the floor like snow.
Could this be, heaven?
Just as I was reveling in this heavenly place, a pair of small, fleshy hands lifted me up. I was confronted with the face of a magnified, round, surprise-filled girl.
She carefully took me and wrote a few words on a white piece of paper, then laughed with excitement.
From then on, she and I became "friends", and she used me for drawing and homework, often holding me up and cheering when she was praised.
But soon, I have become a short pencil head, she showed a disgusted expression: "Hum, really, so soon can not be used!" And then slammed me hatefully into the drawer.
Now, I am quietly waiting ......
All of this, is destiny, right ......