Fourth grade country life composition

In normal study, work and life, many people have written compositions. Writing a composition can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our hearts and think about our future direction. You always have no way to write a composition? The following are three essays on rural life in grade four that I compiled for you, hoping to help you.

Walking on the tree-lined path in the country, the air is sweet. The vast expanses in front of us are green, and rows of seemingly messy pine trees and oak trees on the roadside guard the quiet countryside like straight soldiers.

Now is the season when all kinds of beans are ripe: broad beans, peas, and my favorite potatoes. Not far away, I saw rows of green seedlings and knew that the potato field had arrived. But where are the potatoes? Why are there no potatoes? Grandma said: think about why it is called potato? Look again! I suddenly realized: potatoes, potatoes, are beans planted in the soil. No wonder grandma brought a hoe. I can't wait to rush up, grab the hoe, knock it down and open it hard, huh? Potatoes stuck to it? I took the potatoes off one by one, but none of them were complete.

Grandma came over and showed it to me again, only to see that all the potatoes she dug out were intact. It turns out that the position and strength of the hoe are very important. A seemingly simple action, but there is so much knowledge. These are the long-term experience of working people in planting labor.

I found many earthworms in the potato field. I told my grandma, grandma, your potato field is really fertile. Grandma praised me for being clever. Haha, I learned this knowledge in science class. Grandma took me to her broad bean field again. We picked a lot of broad beans, and I also learned how to judge whether broad beans are full or not.

Back to grandma's house, we began to "enjoy" the fruits of our labor. Grandma put potatoes in the pressure cooker, and the pressure cooker purred, as if praising the fruits of our labor. After a while, the potatoes were ripe, and I ate my own potatoes, which felt particularly delicious.

This holiday, I really experienced a rural life. Behind the freshness is my understanding of the hardships and greatness of the working people.

In the country, although there is a small bungalow, its water is very clear, the sky is particularly blue, the trees are particularly green, and my home is in the country.

My family lives in the farthest one in the village. There is a river in front of my house, and across the river is the city. Every time the river rises, family members or neighbors will go to the bamboo forest, cut a few bamboos, and fix the bamboo poles together to make a bamboo bridge.

The road in front of the house is a dirt road. It's even harder to walk after the rain, and it will bring mud back to the house and make it dirty. Later, when living conditions improved, the government helped to build roads. Now, every road is the same as the asphalt road in the city. No matter how hard it rains, people no longer worry about the mud under their feet. It is often said that "the government is good, and the countryside is now A".

In summer, the riverside is often a world where flocks of ducks play, and from time to time they plunge their heads into the water for food.

Country people often have to keep a few chickens. So is my family. A hen leads a flock of chicks for food, and there is always a rooster around, often raising gray claws and waving colorful hairs, looking proudly at the distance. Sometimes I stride around.

In our spare time, adults always play chess with their neighbors in the shade, while our children are the crazy running of the whole village. We can play until the sun goes down, and children in rural areas can play whenever they want. ...

The countryside, no matter when and where, is a unique landscape.

Last summer vacation, accompanied by my parents, I went to the countryside to visit my grandparents. Country life is really interesting, and I still remember it.

In the early morning, when the first ray of morning light shines on the earth, crows in the henhouse wake people up from their sweet dreams. We jumped out of bed and started a day of country life. In rural areas, it would be a great pity if you don't go to the henhouse to pick up eggs. After washing, I looked at the hen's "record" excitedly. I crept to the henhouse for fear of being pecked by the hen. Fortunately, the hen was eating and didn't pay attention to my movements. I looked into the henhouse-there was a small and smooth egg lying in the henhouse, and it was still warm when I touched it with my hand! I quickly told my grandmother the good news, and her face lit up.

Eating breakfast in the country is really the dream of our city children. Soymilk, cereal, sweet potato and rice cakes, these simple and delicious foods all appear on the dining table. My brother and sister and I rushed in as soon as we saw something delicious, holding a few preserved rice or rice cakes in our hands and eating while walking in bamboo forests or rice fields, which could not only distract our attention, but also breathe fresh air and eat delicious food. It's killing three birds with one stone!

In the city, rain is people's distress; But in the countryside, rain is the joy of children. A few dark clouds floated by, and the slender rain fell from the sky in an orderly way, nourishing the soil on the road, the grass on the ground and our hearts. We picked banana leaves one by one. Banana leaves are 1.5 meters long and half a meter wide, which can provide shelter for two people. Thus, the "Qi Xin Cooperation" contest was born in the rain. Two people take a banana umbrella to see who gets to the finish line first. "One two one, one two one!" I am with Honghua, Xiaoji and adzuki bean. Because they are not United at all, Honghua and I won!

At night, the sky is dark and only a few stars are flashing. The chicken stopped crowing, the duck stopped crowing, and the cat held its breath and prepared to catch the mouse. I lit the lamp and shuttled through the jungle. Although I stumble, I am also very happy. Late at night, with the chirping of crickets, we fell asleep sweetly.

Country life is so colorful that I can't describe it. I like simple and interesting country life!