Four years' distant composition

No matter in school or in society, everyone has tried to write a composition. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express their thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. How to write a good composition? The following is the distant composition of 10 compiled by me for you, which is for reference only and I hope it will help you.

1 My third aunt lives in the Netherlands and only comes back once or twice a year, but recently, my grandmother is seriously ill. After learning this, Third Aunt rushed to China from Holland. After flying for more than ten hours, my father and I went to the airport to meet my third aunt. We left our luggage at home and hurried to the hospital. I found that my third aunt seemed to be in a hurry and her eyes were shining. When I arrived at the hospital and went to grandma's ward, Sanyi saw grandma lying in bed with intravenous drip, and everyone lost weight. I was very sad ... at this time, I ran to my grandmother and said to her, "Grandma, who did you say is coming?" She immediately opened her eyes and saw her third aunt, her face full of excitement. She must be thinking: How did my daughter come to Wenzhou from so far away from Holland to see me? It must be a surprise for me. Grandma smiled, aunt smiled, and we all laughed. The quiet ward was suddenly filled with laughter.

Third aunt is much relieved now. Back to my second aunt's house, my third aunt took out some gifts for me: chocolate, chocolate biscuits and some bottles of imported milk. It turns out that my third aunt always brings me delicious food when she returns home. My third aunt is really good to me. I asked my third aunt, "What's life like in Holland?" Third aunt patiently said: "The air in Holland is very good, the roads and cars are very clean, and flowers are planted in front of every household, so Holland is also called the flower country." The house we live in is different from your. We live in a three-story villa. My aunt runs a China hotel in Holland, but people there speak Dutch or English. You should learn English well and come and play later! "

For the next twenty days, Sanyi went to the hospital to accompany her grandmother every day, day and night. She always holds grandma's hand and has endless words. I found that since my third aunt came back, my grandmother's condition has gradually improved, her spirit has been enhanced, and her appetite has improved. Third aunt brought long-lost happiness and happiness to grandma. Third aunt seems to be grandma's savior.

If it weren't for this, I don't think I would know that my third aunt in the distance is so important to my grandmother.

I have a dream, which is like a river flowing in my mind, taking my thoughts far away and becoming a great scientist when I grow up.

In recent years, whenever I see China's shenzhou spaceship flying into the vast universe, my dream also flies into the distant space with the spaceship. My heart is always surging for a long time, and I am full of admiration for the scientists who designed, invented and made shenzhou spaceship, and I am even more excited for people like them to make contributions one day. At this time, I often think: when I grow up, I must make some contributions to the people and make better inventions. Becoming a scientist is my dream.

The lovely spring girl came to the world with light steps, spreading a vigor. Spring is the season when everything wakes up, and it is also the season of sowing. Spring rain is as expensive as oil, which is the source of all life, but the rain should be moderate, neither too little nor too much, otherwise the things planted will not grow well or even die. Therefore, in spring, how to make the rain suitable is very important and difficult, and it is generally up to God! At this time, I really want to be an excellent scientist, provide accurate weather forecast for people, and calculate the need to provide suitable rain and nutrients for crops.

Autumn is the harvest season. Whenever I am in my hometown in the south, I can see golden rice and farmers harvesting hard in the fields. When I hold the cut rice in my hand and hold it in my palm, the farmers' faces will show happy smiles. This is the joy of harvest and the joy of labor. However, cutting rice is a very hard and tiring job, and it often cuts hands and skin. At this moment, I want to be a scientist and invent something to make farmers no longer work hard and are not afraid of wind and rain.

This is my dream, a dream that leads me far away. I also know that there is still a long way to go to become a real scientist. I will study hard and learn more skills from now on to turn this dream into reality. This dream, even if the road is no longer and the time is longer, I will always work hard and stick to it.

There is a place I yearn for, and her beautiful figure often appears in my mind. Finally one day, I came to this place.

As soon as I set foot on that land, my mood suddenly rose. Walking barefoot on the golden beach, the soft sand seems to be giving me a foot massage. Shells on the beach are sleeping lazily. The crab woke up its shell with big pliers. "So fat, it's time to exercise!" "Coconut tree cocked his neck, stretched himself and yawned. Coconut falls, "dong"! Falling into the sea scared away the small fish playing underwater. The waves were so rough that "wow, wow" came forward and erased a string of small footprints I stepped on the beach. Seabirds skim the sea freely, as if whispering to the sea.

The scenery on the sea is charming, but the bottom of the sea is another scene. Jellyfish swim leisurely, just like traveling with a small umbrella. Colorful sea fish swam slowly, and suddenly, a big lobster came, waving big pliers and wearing armor, as powerful as a general. The rocks at the bottom of the sea are covered with colorful corals, which sway from side to side with the fluctuation of seawater, dazzling me. Many small fish regard coral as their home.

This is the distant place that often appears in my mind-beautiful Hainan. "Jingle bells!" "Jingle bells!" Wow! It's time to get up, so I am sleepwalking. What a beautiful dream! I love my dream, I love the distance, I love Hainan!

Fourth-grade vision composition 400 words for fourth-grade vision composition.

Far away, what an enviable and yearning word! If I, too, can go to that distant place in my heart, just take a trip when I say I want to go … I want to go to that beautiful big forest, and I can only go once.

In the morning, a breeze blew. I opened my eyes and sat up. Let's take a look at this beautiful world: silence has replaced the hustle and bustle of the city, weeds are growing wildly on the ground, trees are standing, there are pine trees, crape myrtle trees, ginkgo trees, and many trees whose names I can't name. Beautiful flowers are quietly smiling under the morning fog. Really beautiful! My day begins with beauty!

At noon, Grandfather Sun seemed angry and took it out on the earth. It is really hot! At this time, the shade of trees has become the most precious place, where bundles of golden light are not so hot, but extremely warm!

In the afternoon, as the sun sets, the sky gradually turns pink and yellow, and finally melts in the endless twilight. It's getting dark, it's late at night ...

In the distant forest I yearn for, the sky is so blue, the water is so clear, the wind is so gentle and the animals are so lovely. These most common and simple things make me feel better than the dust and smog in the city. Those unique beauties have become a picture fixed in my heart.

Everyone has his hometown. My hometown is in Guizhou Province, not far from Guangxi.

I was born in qianxi county, Bijie Prefecture, Guizhou Province, which is a small town, but I was born here. I have many relatives living here. And I came to Liuzhou to live with my mother when I was two months old. I haven't returned to my hometown for three or four years.

In this summer vacation, my mother and I went to my hometown-qianxi county, Guizhou. I couldn't believe my eyes when I got there. Great changes have taken place here: the original turntable is now beautifully decorated, but the square next to the turntable is very lively every night.

I haven't been back for three or four years. If you don't come back in five or six years, you won't get lost!

I played in my hometown for two or three weeks before I came back, because the summer vacation was coming to an end. I always feel that time passes too fast when I come back, but I haven't played enough.

My hometown! You are not far from where I live, but I think it is a distant place. Why? This may be the inner feeling. Ah! My hometown! That's where I was born, but I can't see you. Yes, in my beautiful dream, my hometown! I won't forget you when I go there.

The distant smell of that year left a deep impression on me.

I went back to Shantou for the Spring Festival with my parents this year, and I happened to see menstruation menstruation cooking heart dishes. Chaoshan people call snacks made of rice flour and glutinous rice flour "pots". My aunt said to me, "Zijun, try to be a heart." I learned from her to knead a ball of powder, knead it round and flatten it, wrap it with fried stuffing such as shrimp, sesame seeds and peanuts, then put it in a peach-shaped mold and knead it smooth. When I knocked hard on the table, a red peach cake was formed. Although it was the first time to do it, I was quite impressed.

Spring Festival is an important traditional festival in China. China has a vast territory and rich products, and different places around the world have different Chinese New Year customs. Shantou, my hometown, has preserved many unique traditional folk cultures of the Spring Festival, such as posting Spring Festival couplets, making various decorations, listening to Chaozhou Opera and visiting temple fairs.

On New Year's Eve, I heard the music outside. My father told me that this is an ancient local opera sung by a troupe on the stage, and I asked my father to take me to see it. I saw that the bottom of the stage was full of people, and the actors were performing hard in beautiful costumes. Unfortunately, I can't understand a word of the songs they sing.

On the second day of the first month, we went to the temple fair downtown to watch the Spring Festival parade. The parade is rich in programs, including waist drum, dragon dance, lion dance, Chaoshan gongs and drums, juggling and wedding ceremonies. Full of Chaoshan traditional culture and strong festive atmosphere.

I still remember the distant taste of that year. I love my hometown.

One autumn evening, a piece of fallen leaves fell from the tree and yellow straw appeared in front of us. Moore sat alone on the hillside, looking at the beautiful countryside looming in the distance. Moore is her nickname. Her name is DOG Bear. Because of her parents' work, she just moved from the countryside to the city. Moore is not familiar with everything in this city, busy streets and busy roads. She misses everything in the country, many friends, colorful games and animals at home, and lives a full life every day. While Moore was immersed in fantasy, a man patted her on the shoulder and said, "Momo, do you still miss your old life?" Moore looked back. It was Dad. "I know you are sad, but there is nothing you can do to survive. Tomorrow you will go to a new school to meet new students. Go home early and rest, you will get used to it. " "Well ..." Moore nodded and followed his father home with the sunset.

The next day, Moore had breakfast and went to school with his schoolbag on his back. The flowers and trees on the road are so beautiful that Moore slowly relaxed as he walked and watched. Moore was shocked as soon as he stepped into the school gate. The snow-white teaching building, grand and solemn podium and wide playground are completely different from the school she once attended. Moore is a little nervous. Sweaty palms, she strode into the classroom like a puppet. "ah! Who are you! " No sooner had Moore reached the door of the classroom than three strong boys blocked Moore's way. "Boy, where did you come from!" One of them, the tallest and strongest one, rubbed his hands and said to Moore. Moore flinched in fear and stammered, "Yes ... I'm sorry ... I ..." "If you tell me honestly who you are, where you come from and what you want to do, we'll let you go." The boy continued to rub his hands. "I ... my name is DOG Xiong ... I just moved here from the countryside ... I'm a transfer student this semester ..." Moore said trembling. "Well, it's not bad to transfer students. Give me a hand!" "Ah-"Moore covered her face and screamed. "Stop it!" Moore felt a tall figure standing in front of him. "No, it's the monitor, run!" Moore heard the footsteps of the boys running away. "Are you all right?" Moore took his hand away and saw a face of Zhang Xiuqing. "I'm fine ..." Moore said with a red face. "You should be Xiong Momo, a new classmate in our class?" The boy said softly. "Well ... my nickname is Moore, you can call me Moore!" Moore stood up straight. The boy gave Moore a smile and said, "My name is Zhao Feng. Those boys just now are the three demons of the school, so be careful when you see them in the future. " "hmm!" Moore nodded hard. Because of Zhao Feng, she is no longer afraid of this strange city.

After class, the teacher led the teacher into the classroom and said, "This is a new classmate in our class: Mo Xiong Mo. She comes from the countryside and is not familiar with it. Please help her." "Good-"the whole class answered in chorus. Moore bowed to everyone to say hello. "By the way, DOG, you can sit next to Zhao Feng. He is just a nobody." "Ok, thank you, teacher." Moore came to Zhao Feng's side, pulled a chair and sat down. "Moore, we will be deskmates in the future." Moore didn't notice that her deskmate was Zhao Feng, and immediately jumped three feet high happily, so she was naturally very serious in class. Moore's achievements have advanced by leaps and bounds. She used to be an ordinary student, but now she can be called a school bully. The students cast admiring glances at Moore, and Moore's reputation naturally rose. In addition, under the influence of Zhao Feng, Moore gradually became sunny and got along well with his classmates. Until the end of the sixth grade, a sudden thing made Moore feel a little sad. Zhao Feng is going to transfer! He said that his parents planned to let him go to Tsinghua, and he would start studying in a nearby junior high school to get familiar with the environment there.

Zhao Feng will leave the city after the school is closed, and Moore will take him to the airport. "Goodbye, Moore." At the airport, Zhao Feng waved goodbye to Moore. "Goodbye," Moore shouted. At this time, the announcement of the arrival of the plane sounded: passengers going to XX and XX, please board the plane at the boarding gate of XX after hearing the announcement. Zhao Feng gave her a smile, as if she had just met Moore, and then turned away. Moore watched Zhao Feng's vague figure disappear at the end. Although there are only two short semesters, it is still so colorful.

Early in the morning, a cool breeze blew gently, and I came to the pond where the geese lived. It's very quiet, and occasionally there are geese chirping. Suddenly, some beautiful geese flapped their wings and flew into the blue sky. Looking at these wild geese drifting away seems to remind me of the time when my good friends and I left.

It was an afternoon of winter vacation, and the sun was shining. My dear grandmother and I are walking along the canal. We sat in the chair and basked in the sun. I found a lovely little girl sitting on another chair next door. We looked at each other and couldn't help laughing. So soon we became good friends. At first I found that her accent was different from ours. Ask, just know her name is Jia Jia, from Henan. Usually, her parents work in Hangzhou, so it is rare to meet each other. Only when she is on vacation can she be together. After that, we played together every day and soon established a deep friendship. We observe insects together, play with two musketeers, play hide-and-seek together, play house together, and we are very unhappy every day! Laughter swayed around the empty canal! Unfortunately, the happy time is fleeting, and the winter vacation will soon pass! My good friend will also go back to Henan to go to school. When he left in the dead of night, we held hands as if we had met for the first time. "Although we are not together, our hearts are always worried about friends far away." This is a poem that we read together before Jia Jia left.

Now, I still miss my distant friend-Jiajia. No matter how far away I am, I miss my friends. No matter how far the space is, as long as I have friends in my heart, I won't be lonely. How important this friendship is to me! How unforgettable! The mayor of Wan Li Great Wall is inferior to Jia Jia. I believe that the power of missing is infinite. One day, my distant friends will meet me.

Watching these geese fly high, I wish I could turn into these geese at this moment, and bring them to friends far away with my deep thoughts and blessings for Jiajia.

Grandma's home is located on a distant hill. This is a mountain. The built house has been razed. The house is very big, but only grandma lives alone. As the mother of three men and one woman, grandma is her love for my father. Of course, I am regarded as the apple of my grandmother's eye. Grandma is busy in the big house. She grows vegetables and raises chickens and ducks. She is busy feeding chickens and ducks and watering vegetables. When we went home, she kept wandering in the mountains.

Once, I was ordered by my parents to call my grandmother far away. After the long beep, grandma's trembling voice rang out on the phone: "Hello, Zhang Jian?" "No, Grandma, it's me." "Shu hong, why are you calling? Where's your father? " "He went to work, grandma. Have you eaten? " "I have eaten." "Oh, what are you doing? Did you take a nap ... ""Nothing, I was feeding the chickens. " "Then why don't you sleep? People have a rest at noon, so don't be busy ... ""OK, I see, what about your mother? " "She, she is sleeping. She goes to bed very late at night and gets up very late in the morning. " "Oh, does she always stay up late? You let her go to bed early so that she can have mental work in the morning. " "Well, you should also take a nap. Don't always be busy. " "Yes, grandma knows, you have to listen to your mother, or she will scold you again. You have to study hard, so ... when will you come back? " "Isn't it half a month in a few days? We must go back, and so must mother. " "Oh, oh, ok, it's good to be back, um ... why don't we do this first?" "Well, goodbye, Grandma."

This is a phone call between grandma and me. I hung up the phone, but I was in tears. Grandma is guarding that home alone and never leaves. I still don't understand what is left for her in that family except grandpa. She always refuses to come and live with us, saying that she is afraid of adding to our burden. But, grandma, have you ever thought that in that big mountain and that old house, you are our only concern?

Grandma, even if you still want to keep the old house, we are still willing to keep you. Grandma, remember, I am still waiting for you in the distance.

A thousand years ago, 10 was a distant concept. But when I understand Tang and Song poetry, it seems to be in front of me a thousand years ago.

Ancient poems can be divided into several categories, among which frontier poems, pastoral poems and homesick poems are my most familiar ones.

Boldness and vastness are the characteristics of frontier fortress poems. Wang Changling's Yue Bu, Li Bai's Guan Shanyue, William Wang's Liangzhou Ci ... My favorite is Wang Changling's The Fill. The first sentence of this poem describes the desolation of the frontier fortress, suggesting that there are frequent wars here, which have never been broken since Qin and Han Dynasties. The second sentence points out the cruelty of war and expresses Wang Changling's abhorrence of war. In the third sentence, with the help of allusions, Li Guang's bravery and good fighting suggests that the frontier lacks heroic generals and soldiers. The fourth sentence shows Wang Changling's resentment against the invaders, and also shows that he hopes the imperial court can send brave men to stop the border war, which highlights his patriotism. After reading this poem, I seem to see Wang Changling's sad expression on his motherland, not far away.

Simplicity and simplicity are the characteristics of pastoral poetry. Meng Haoran's Passing through the Old Village, Bai Juyi's Spring on the Lake, Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Fun ... My favorite is Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Fun. The first two sentences of this poem are about rural boys plowing, girls knitting and working day and night, which shows the poet's sympathy and respect for the working people. The last two sentences vividly describe the scene of rural children imitating adults to water and plant melons under mulberry trees, which embodies the praise and praise for rural children who love labor. After reading this poem, I seem to see the tense and busy appearance of ancient farmers, not far away.

Sorrow and melancholy are the characteristics of homesick poems. Li Bai's Mountain Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers, Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking, Wang Anshi's Sleeping in Guazhou ... My favorite is Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking. In the first two poems, Li Bai mistook the bright moonlight in front of his bed for the autumn frost on the ground when he got up at night, reflecting that Li Bai was full of melancholy and couldn't sleep well because he was in a foreign land. Li Bai looked up at the sky, and a bright moon hung high in the sky, making him bow his head and miss his loved ones. After reading this poem, I seem to miss my loved ones.

When I tasted Tang and Song poems, I felt the grandeur and vastness of frontier poems, the simplicity and simplicity of pastoral poems, and the melancholy and sadness of homesick poems. A thousand years ago, not far away.