Fourth-grade mimetic composition

1. I will remember the composition of the fourth grade in primary school. On the journey of life, I will always remember one person, that is my mother. I can't repay her kindness to me all my life.

In the earliest memory, even when I was two or three years old, my mother's arms were the cutest playground, especially in the cold winter, I often lay in her arms and felt very safe. There was no safer place than here. In the evening, my mother often holds me on the small cane chair behind my bike and carries me through the dusk and the Woods to go fishing by the nearby river.

I like to see the picture of fish in breaking the surface in the moonlight, shining like a fish made of silver, twisting and flapping, stirring up water and flying like a silver shuttle. At that time, my mother was also the narrator of my pillow story. I have never heard the whole story, on the one hand, because I always fall asleep quickly, on the other hand, her stories are all fragments selected from books I have read casually, so my memory of those stories is fragmentary.

When I was a child, my mother would punish me for being naughty, but I still clearly remember that the punishment she gave was always not excessive but impressive. Therefore, at that time, I was ignorant of her both love and fear.

When my mother is angry, it's hard enough just to face. Therefore, I learned to act according to people's faces from an early age. She has a straightforward temper. She always calls a spade a spade and never beats around the bush. I like this temper, too, but sometimes what she says will be a little hurtful and unbearable if she is not careful.

But I haven't changed at all because of this, and I still go my own way. My mother always gives me enough space. She never peeks at her children's diaries like other mothers, which gives me great freedom.

She is reasonable and always respects my feelings, so we have established a democratic and equal relationship. I will communicate with her if I have any troubles, share any secrets with her, ask her for advice if I have any questions, and always get satisfactory answers from her. She and I are like good friends. We share happiness, suffer pain and taste secrets together.

I have always respected her, and so has she, so she should be considered very successful in dealing with the relationship with the shepherdess. Besides, my mother also taught me a lot about being a man. Besides, she doesn't just talk with her mouth. The important thing is that she is always responsible for herself. She taught me everything she did before telling me. At this point, I am convinced.

This is my loving mother.

2. A composition imitation of the fourth-grade Chinese People's Education Edition is in urgent need of imitation. Lesson 16 of Grade Four Chinese "Enjoy spring like us" A bustling city should belong to kind human beings, but greed and cruelty have hurt many innocent lives. Why on earth? ? The dark universe is home to planets and meteorites, but laser satellites turn the beautiful earth into ashes. Why? ? The endless land should belong to all living things, but the explosion made animals homeless. Why? ? The light blue sky was originally a bird's world, but terrible nuclear weapons turned the sky black. Why on earth? ? We hope, we pray-let the kind-hearted people have a home, a complete home, and not be destroyed by ruthless bullets! There is a house, a strong house, protected from missile explosion! ? Live in flowers like us and enjoy spring like us.

There are four compositions in the fourth grade of primary school, with about 400 words. Today, the forest is very lively. Why? Because the 8th Animal Olympics has already started! Colorful flags fluttered on the sports field. Goats, rabbits, dogs, foxes, bears ... all came, and mother pig, who doesn't go out much at ordinary times, also came to see and cheer. White rabbits, kittens and sika deer wear beautiful skirts to cheer for the athletes. There are many events: swimming, boxing, long jump and shot put ... However, the most striking thing is the race between rabbits and turtles.

You may ask, didn't rabbits and turtles compete? As we all know, the rabbit lost to the tortoise because of its pride. But that's an old calendar, and it's not what it used to be. Believe it or not: Old Rabbit's son looks full of energy in tight sportswear and brand-name sports shoes. He stretched his legs and bent down, thinking: as long as I don't sleep, I will win the little turtle in this game, so I don't have to take the blame from my predecessors. Where is the turtle's daughter going? My clothes are bulging. Is there anything in it?

The monkey referee waved the flag first, and then raised his gun. He said, "Take your positions and get ready-bang!" With a gunshot, the hind foot of the rabbit sword jerked forward. Where is the tortoise flying? Ah, she stood still and slowly took out two hot wheels from her skirt. Feifei stepped on hot wheels and rolled forward. When the audience saw it, they were all blindsided. Fly on the hot wheels and walk in the clouds. After a while, Feifei caught up with the sword. Seeing that the sword was caught up, he ran as fast as he could, but to no avail. Feifei left her sword far behind. The forest shouted, "The tortoise comes first! The tortoise comes first! " Finally, the tortoise won!

Jian Peijun was very sad. He finally understood that Uncle Tortoise defeated Father Rabbit with perseverance, and today Little Tortoise Feifei defeated herself with modern technology.

4. Class 28, Grade 4, 200-word imitation writing from childhood, I am like a little princess, and my parents take good care of me. I have always wanted to prove that I have grown up. On that day, the opportunity came.

One Sunday, the sun and white clouds were fighting in the sky, but the dark clouds came and God said it would change. The sudden heavy rain caught me off guard, so I quickly closed the window to calm down. But my face suddenly changed from the sun to a dark cloud.

Because I remember, my mother didn't know it was raining today, so she went to work without an umbrella. How could she possibly come back? So I took the key, changed my clothes and hurried out. Just when I went out to see the heavy rain, I remembered that I didn't bring my umbrella. I have to get my umbrella. When I was ready to go out, I checked whether I had anything to bring. After the inspection, I looked at my watch and said, "Oh, no, mom is going to get off work!" " I cried, locked the door and ran to the station. When I arrived at the station, I looked around and stamped my feet. The bus finally came. I strode to the door and got on the bus first. I cleverly walked to the door and waited anxiously to get off. One stop, two stops … I can't wait to fly to my mother's office with wings.

When I finally got off the bus, I rushed to my mother's office like a rocket, splashed with mud. I vaguely saw a figure standing at the door anxiously, and I saw it! It's my mother! I shouted, "Mom! Mom! " I was so excited that I accidentally slipped. I'm happy, but I don't care. I stood up like nothing happened and rushed to my mother at the speed of 10 meter per second. "Mom, umbrella!" "I said to my mother." Look at you, give me an umbrella, and you will become a dirty drowned rat with color on your head. "

Mom said with a smile. What my mother said made me remember that I just wanted to open an umbrella for my mother, but I forgot to open it myself. I was covered in mud, then I touched my head and made a big bag, but I didn't feel any pain.

I caught a cold after returning home, but my heart is sweeter than honey, because I grew up.

In my memory, growth is the corn stalk at jointing stage. Every time I experience an unforgettable thing, I grow taller and grow up by one year. Looking at my growth record, I couldn't help laughing when I saw the cautious look when I learned to ride a bike at the age of six.

When I was six years old, I often saw my neighbor's sister riding a bicycle around the yard smartly. I am envious and beg my father to buy one for me. Strike while the iron is hot and start practicing learning to ride a bike.

A tall man like me is sure to do something extraordinary! I got on the bus with great joy. I didn't expect the handlebars to work at all, so I fell off a pier. I gritted my teeth and stood up and asked my father for help. Dad patiently told me the essentials of cycling: be bold, just hold your horses and have confidence. So, my father helped me hold the car, and I tried to ride it several times, and the effect was not bad.

"Practice by yourself, you can do it." Dad encouraged me to say.

"ah? Let me fall again? "

"If you are afraid of falling, you will never learn."

Throwing caution to the wind! I got on the bike trembling, and the handlebars kept shaking.

"Don't worry, hold on!"

After stopping for a while, the car finally stopped to dance yangko.

"Look here!" Dad picked up the camera.

"hey!" My funny expression will be fixed forever: grinning and staring, as if I were not riding a bike, but stepping on a mine. However, it won't be long before I can easily ride a bike on the road. I not only learned to ride a bike, but also understood a growing truth: there is always a process to learn something, and it is impossible to eat a fat man at once. If you make progress in spite of difficulties, you can succeed.

This is a little thing when I was growing up. These little things condense into a river of time, which makes me grow and make me forge ahead.

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When I was growing up, I had many stories that accompanied me day after day.

When I was a child, I also had a little story, that is, my mother took me to play slides and swings, played many games and toys, and many interesting things happened. These stories are related to my childhood, so my childhood stories are very small.

Time flies before my eyes again and again, and it slips away at my feet. I have become a pupil. At this time, I also have many of my stories. These stories have nothing to do with parents. I play with my friends and study together ... My classmates and I sit quietly in a classroom and live in a "small home". I have my little story, too. For example, my friends and I went to play badminton, kick shuttlecock, jump rope, jump grid and study ... There are many stories, but these stories are no longer as small as when I was a child, but now they are a little bigger.

"An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, but an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time." Now, I am grown up and sensible. I am about to graduate and leave my alma mater. Now, I also have some interesting stories, but these stories are not as naive and lively as when I was a child. These stories are about friendship, affection, teacher-student relationship and learning. On the playground, the companions shouted, Come on! In my study, my parents and teachers encouraged me, and these stories became bigger and bigger.

Now I have become a middle school student. I have bid farewell to my alma mater, classmates, new classmates and new friends. But on the way, I still miss my old friends and classmates. Their voices and smiles are still there.

Deep in my mind. So now the story is mature, with a touch of sadness and sadness. But I know that there will be more stories in the journey of life. Let's cherish time and create more stories!

On Saturday night, it was cloudy with Mao Mao rain from time to time. Suddenly, a big truck roared by, and my heart tightened and I couldn't help but close my eyes. I know something unfortunate has happened. ...

Blood, bright red blood! When I opened my eyes again, I was shocked by this scene: a swallow was lying on the road where a big truck passed, with its head drooping and blood flowing down its wings! Its feathers are messy and its body is trembling slightly. Must be unbearable pain? My heart hurts like a knife, and the unbearable pain seems to have spread to me. Is there any saving? I looked at the poor swallow stupefied and didn't know what to do.

At this moment, another swallow came over, dodged the cars coming and going, and landed beside the injured swallow. Its feet moved around the injured swallow, its little head kept turning, and its eyes were full of depression and anxiety. It flapped its wings suddenly and violently, and its mouth made a hoarse cry, as if to say, "Get up, I'll take you to a safe place-"Did the injured swallow hear its cry, so it struggled to raise its head, opened its mouth slightly, and then there was no response! It was anxious, flapping its wings even harder, and even pecked the injured swallow a few times with its pointed mouth, as if to wake up its companions. Then, it pushes its companion with its slender claws, but the injured swallow will never wake up again. ...

Swallows are desperate, and their open wings are unwilling to take back. It snuggled up to its companion quietly and stood like a sculpture, letting the drizzle wet its wings. A car roared past it, and it still stood fearless, forgetting the threat of death. I don't know how long it took before it left step by step. I vaguely see that its eyes are full of pain, helplessness and desolation. ...

I looked at this scene with ecstasy, and my eyes were wet. I don't know if it was rain or tears running down my cheeks. Oh, humans have feelings, and animals have feelings. ...

O(∩_∩)O Hehe ~ OK?

7. A strong tree with 400 words of landscape composition in the fourth grade of primary school

Spring has come, and the trees in the yard have begun to be pruned. It happened that there was a wire on a tree, and the workers' uncles peeled off its bark to stop it from growing. After all, what if the wires are affected by trees?

To tell you the truth, I really sympathize with this tree. What a nice tree! Just one person with his arms crossed. Summer provides us with shade, and autumn provides us with a place to avoid sandstorms. What a pity to give up such a good tree for a pen-thick wire.

Spring is coming. Overnight, as if just yesterday, the dying trees were bare, but today they are all red and full of vitality. The air in the morning is always so fresh and pleasant, and the air is filled with the mixed smell of soil and grass leaves. Take a deep breath and stretch, and a comfortable feeling arises spontaneously. The tree used to be the focus of the courtyard, but now it is hiding aside. What a contribution you have made to us! I looked at it gratefully.

Ah ... what? I froze. Why are there green spots on that tree? It must be moss! I ran over and looked at "Oh, my God! It is that tree that has sprouted. " How did this tree that was sentenced to death germinate? I went to school with a full stomach of problems.

A few days later, I was more surprised. The tree not only germinated, but also grew a few nail-sized tender leaves. .

This article comes from a junior high school composition and I want to publish it.

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8. The landscape composition of the fourth grade primary school cleared up after the rain, and a rainbow hung in the sky, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. It really looks like a beautiful bridge! Xiaohua asked her grandmother, "Grandma, who built this bridge?" How beautiful! " "Grandma smiled and said," Ha ha ha, this is not a bridge. It's Sister Rainbow. She is looking at her hometown! "Xiaohua asked again," Sister Rainbow? " So grandma told Xiaohua the story of Sister Rainbow: Sister Rainbow is a kind girl. She is both beautiful and skillful. The birds she cut with paper can sing and jump, and the clothes she sewed are as beautiful as rosy clouds. The cruel landlord robbed her and forced her to cut birds day and night.

Cut birds and make clothes all night. One day, the bird she chopped brought her a ganoderma lucidum and gently cried, "Sister Rainbow, Sister Rainbow, eat quickly, eat quickly and run after eating!" " Sister Rainbow ate Ganoderma lucidum, and her body floated slowly. She floated and floated until she reached the sky. Sister Rainbow escaped from the jaws of death, but she could never come down from the sky again. How much she misses her hometown! Xiaohua went to school. At school, Xiaohua learned a lot of knowledge. One day, a friend from Kobanawa asked Sister Rainbow to come down from the sky. Xiaohua put one of her brother's prisms in the sun, ah! Beautiful colored ribbons appeared, and Sister Rainbow came out of the prism, and colorful clothes shone with dazzling brilliance. My friends are very happy. They sang and danced around Sister Rainbow. Xiaohua pulled Sister Rainbow's skirt and asked, "Sister Rainbow, why don't you show up at ordinary times and come out after a storm?" Sister Rainbow replied, "That's because only after the rain has cleared will there be a prism in the sky!" " ""What, there are prisms in the sky? " "You don't believe it? Ok, when the rain stops, I'll take you to see the sky! "But, it didn't rain for several days, floret nasty. I finally hoped for a rain. The sun came out as soon as the rain stopped. Xiaohua looked up and saw Sister Rainbow waving to her. Somehow, Xiaohua flew. She flew and flew all the way to Sister Rainbow. Xiaohua asked, "Sister Rainbow, where is the prism in the sky? "Sister Rainbow pointed around and said," Look, isn't this all? "at first glance, Xiaohua saw many small water droplets piled up together and connected into one piece. They reflected the sunlight into ribbons, one for you and one for me. We made a wide and long ribbon together. Ah! Isn't that Sister Rainbow! She smiled at Xiaohua! Sister Rainbow said, "My colorful clothes were given by my father-in-law. He was afraid that I would get dirty and never let me come out by myself. "Xiaohua discovered the secret of Sister Rainbow, played happily in the sky for a while, and then happily returned to the ground. In summer, the sun is scorching the earth, and Xiaohua sees a sprinkler passing in front of her house, with a colorful light band hanging in the mist composed of tiny water droplets. Ah! It's Sister Rainbow, smiling and waving to Xiaohua! Xiaohua shouted, "Sister Rainbow, where are you going? "Sister Rainbow replied loudly:" Little Water Drops invited me down again, so I took this car to see the scenery of my hometown! " "

Goldfish There are eight goldfish in my fish tank.

Three people seem to have been splashed with ink, and they are all black; A silver coat from beginning to end, sparkling; The last four are all red and radiant. Although it is usually elegant, it is completely different when eating.

No, whitebait is walking on the catwalk, but as soon as I spilled fish food, it immediately became red-eyed, rushed into the fish food like the wind, and sucked up a small part of the fish food like a vacuum cleaner. At this time, grandpa three and his wife four rushed up and took the rest of the fish food.

After eating, they will dance in groups to thank me! They are very naughty. Look, there are their abstract paintings on the floor again. Alas, every family has its own problems.

It's nothing, but when they were shivering on me looking for a coat, they still stubbornly threw a few drops of "ice water" on me, which made me feel cold. It's really eight naughty bags. Don't play tricks. I went to feed them a few days ago and found eight goldfish floating on the water, lying motionless on the water. I quickly fished it up by hand. I didn't expect these eight goldfish to come back to life, scrambling to eat fish food, which made me very angry. How dare you lie to me? You're dead.

When my eyes were burning and my teeth were gnashing, eight goldfish danced together again. I immediately turned anger into joy and absorbed in their dance ... whitebait is going to be a mother, and I hope it can give birth to many lovely baby fish to shout for the birds. Today, a new street manager came to this town. As soon as he took office, he said to the cleaner, "Clean everything in the street, and there can be no obstacles on both sides."

The workers did as the manager told them. They first cut down the trees on both sides and pulled up the grass, leaving no one behind. Everyone worked happily, and no one thought of the consequences. In just one winter, the obstacles on the street and on both sides were removed and the whole street was widened.

When winter goes and spring comes, a flock of birds fly back from the south to the place where they once lived. The birds were surprised: "Hey! What about the original tree? What about the small home we once built? " They looked around, and even the lawn that had been chasing with friends disappeared, and it was replaced by a wide asphalt road. The car passed by, spilling suffocating smoke and steam.

The birds just remembered to fly when suddenly a big net fell off the mask. Then I heard a child shout happily: "I caught it, I caught it, you see, there are more than a dozen in total, which is enough for our little baby to eat for a few days."

Before dying, a captured bird said, "Dear human beings, everyone says that we are good friends. Is this how you treat your friends? " ? Oh, my God! It doesn't matter if I die. I must give my surviving brother a home! "Snail catching In the afternoon, my mother, uncle kitten, my aunt and my brother went to Zhu Youxi to catch snails. Although my brother and I are novices on the road, we caught three in one hand and soon packed half a bag. And our "rival" mother and little aunt are already "veterans with more than six years of work experience" and robbed a bunch. Except for a little fake gold, everything else is "sparkling gold"

We met, which was an eye-opener. Later, we mastered the "secret" and "improved our ability" and caught 10 in one hand, while our "opponent" caught five bags earlier, and we only packed three bags. In order not to be surpassed, we used all the "secrets", and finally, we won the opponent with a bag and a half advantages. My hobby is collecting pebbles. Actually, I have a little story about collecting pebbles! I remember one day, my mother and I went to a small park to play. There is a path paved with pebbles. It's comfortable to walk on it. I accidentally kicked a stone. I picked it up and put it in my hand. The weather is cool and humid. Touch it with your hands. It's round and slippery. I asked my mother, "why are pebbles round and so smooth?" Mother said,' Because pebbles have been soaked in water for a long time, they have been washed away by the current.

""oh " I nodded my head.

Since then, I have been fascinated by pebbles. Whenever I see them, I can't put them down. I put them all in a small box. They all have a nice name: Moonstone, the most gorgeous ... but something unexpected happened. One day, when I came home from school, I opened the small box and saw that there was only moonstone in it. I rubbed my eyes hard and couldn't believe it was true. Take up more space! "Mom said, I was so angry that I could not speak. I ran into the house and cried. Despite the storm, I still collect pebbles to watch the rain. On Saturday, I was watching TV alone at home when I suddenly heard thunder outside. I think it will rain. I quickly got up and closed the window, only to see a flash of lightning across the sky outside the window, illuminating the earth.

Then there was a muffled thunder in the distant sky. At that moment, the image of the earth became a fairy tale world.

Leaves whistling in the wind, raindrops dancing happily with the accompaniment of music. This scene is like a magical band playing, more like the animal kingdom holding a cool summer dance. I didn't expect rain to be so interesting.

Everything in nature is beautiful. Students, let's try our best to experience and discover. Family knowledge contest "National Day" has just passed. Students, how did you spend it? To tell the truth, I had a meaningful holiday, because our family held a "family knowledge contest" and I volunteered to be a small host! I prepared a topic, imitated the appearance of Sister Moon on the children's channel, and said with a smile, "The family knowledge contest begins now! Let my mother answer: What is the oldest writing in China? " Mother pondered for a while and replied, "This is Oracle Bone Inscriptions of the Shang Dynasty."

"Exactly, plus 10." After a pause, I asked another question; "Please ask Dad to answer: A school is divided into two yards, and there are many students in one yard.

Too little, too little. (type a mathematical operation tool). "

After reading the question, I looked up at my father and confused him. My father thought about it, but he didn't.

10. How to write a 400-word diary in grade four? Everyone around us has his own temper and unique personality. They adorn my life and nourish my soul, such as Xiao.

When I first met him, his eyes were full of longing. He is eager to make close friends and good sisters. She is not tall but older than me, and her big eyes show her cleverness.

Once, I accidentally found that his hair was mixed with white hair, so I asked her curiously, "How come you have white hair?" Her eyes were full of fear and her face was full of pain. After a while, she sighed and said, "It's hereditary." She lowered her eyes so that others could not see what he was thinking. When we were promoted from friends to sisters, she once told me what was on her mind, and I was taken aback! His life looks happy on the surface, but what we don't know is that her white hair casts a shadow over her heart:

She didn't grow white hair until the fifth grade. After she found out, she didn't dare to tie her hair now, so she had to cut it short. When she was in another primary school, her new classmates also found her white hair. She asked, "Why do you have long white hair?" What's wrong with you? ""that's right! If you are not sick, how can you grow white hair? Unlike any of us! " Under the questioning of his classmates, is Xiao ashamed to have long white hair because he wants to have it? They don't understand her feelings. So far, this shadow has been tormenting her. I tried to comfort her, but she smiled and said to me,' I'm fine! Don't worry! "This smile is so bitter, she is a strong person; He is an honest man.

I gave candy to my friend, and he looked at me anxiously as if I was expecting something. He kept looking at the candy in my hand when I walked up to her. I understood, so I peeled it off for her and stuffed it into my mouth quickly. She pursed her lips, looked aggrieved and whispered, "I want to eat, too." "I gave her a few from my bag, and he immediately changed his expression. It was cloudy just now, but it's sunny now. She is like a child, with a child's mentality and personality. I hope she will be like this forever. Well done!

This is my classmate Xiao. She is as strong as a child. She brings us happiness and smiles. She is our "good boy". Ha ha.