Above the river and under the bridge, there are beautiful rape blossoms. Paths shuttle between flowers, people become fairies among flowers, and beautiful songs float from time to time.
I went to Huahai by bike. Seeing the rape flowers in the park, I can't help but admire: "Wow, it's beautiful!" " I saw many people enjoying themselves in the vast sea of flowers: quiet lovers, laughing children, peaceful old people ... including us.
I walked around the rape flower and went straight into the flower sea. A fragrance came at me, and I was already in a large rape flower. I walk on the path between flowers, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. These rape flowers are bright and beautiful, all yellow.
"Italy! Let's fly kites over there, there are rape flowers there, too. " I heard that I was going to fly a kite, so I quickly followed my mother. Ah! This is really a continuous picture, which makes people laugh intoxicating. ...
After playing for a long time, I finally want to go home. I can't bear to part with this fairyland-like sea of rape flowers. Here, I am an elf, dancing in the flowers; Here, I am a bird, singing happily on the sea of flowers. When I got on the bus, my mother found my pants a little yellow. Those are rape pollen!
There is a beautiful stream in my hometown.
In spring, the water level in the stream is not high, about eight meters wide. There are some smooth pebbles and withered branches and leaves at the bottom of the stream, because there are many trees and grass beside the stream, which makes the stream very green. I think the naughty green doll accidentally knocked over the green paint and dyed the stream green! There are many shrimps and some unknown small fish in the stream.
In summer, the stream turns white, and cicadas call tirelessly in the Woods beside the stream, as if complaining about the scorching sun. The children took off their spring clothes, put on their beautiful swimsuits, ran to the stream and jumped into the water to swim. Splash beads are like crystal clear pearls.
In autumn, the stream becomes sky blue, and pieces of dead leaves fall from the trees and fall into the water. The flowing stream carries these dead leaves westward like a mother.
In winter, there is a thick layer of ice on the surface of the stream. If you dig it out, you will see an orange stream. Some children will skate, play games, snow and other interesting games on it.
Speaking of which, you must want to know the name of this stream. I told you quietly that the name of this stream is chameleon. (Tutor: Chen Xirong)
Excellent composition in grade four 300 words 3 In the third class this afternoon, our grade held a skipping contest.
We are very nervous because of the different atmosphere. I close my eyes and cheer for myself in my heart, hoping that we can get the first place in the grade. The second one is us. Everyone stood in their seats, handed the papers to their big brothers and sisters, waited for xu teacher's whistle and began to jump rope.
"Ready, jump!" Xu teacher's voice soared into the sky, and everyone quickly entered the competition with lightning speed. "Wow, wow," the playground was full of such voices, and everyone gritted their teeth and jumped up with their last strength. The last time is up. I ran to see it, but my grades were not very good, only 159.
I dragged my tired body down and watched how other classes danced. Now I jump in Class Three. Several short-haired girls in her class are jumping, their hair is up and down, just like small jellyfish floating in the vast ocean! . Girls with long hair jump up and down with ponytails, one to the left and one to the right, just like a running pony tail. Hey! Fat students show their white bellies and bounce in the air. Judging from his sweaty appearance, you can see that it is very tiring to bring a big belly.
One class ends, another class is connected, and so on until the end. I don't know where our class can win. I hope everyone's efforts have not been in vain!
Excellent composition in grade four 300 words 4 Today's playground is really lively! The students are skipping rope, running and warming up. So today is the school sports meeting.
We are doing warm-up exercises on the playground, ready to take part in the tests of skipping rope, sit-ups, sitting forward and running 50 meters. "Class 408, please go to the stormy playground for a one-minute skipping test." When the radio informed us, I gasped and my heart was pounding.
"Ready-ready-let's go!" With the starter's command, the wind and rain playground ushered in the sound of "snapping". "I can, I can." I jumped faster and faster, faster and faster ... suddenly, my rope hit the rope of my classmate next to me and I tripped. As soon as my heart tightened, I quickly adjusted the rope and continued to jump. "It doesn't matter, I can do it." But I was too impatient to eat hot tofu, so I tripped twice in a row. I'm like an eagle with a shot in the wing. I can't fly high Just when I was depressed, it suddenly occurred to me that "persistence is victory". So, I gritted my teeth, held my breath, adjusted the rope and made a sprint. After that, I think I must be a bad dancer. Hear the teacher say "198" "Did I hear you wrong?" I can't believe my ears. "Can you trip 198 times after tripping for three times?" I am dancing with joy. To my surprise, I am the fastest dancer in my class.
In times of crisis, no matter what difficulties you encounter, as long as you keep your faith and make efforts to explore, you will surely achieve good results.
My dream is to be a doctor, who can save lives and bring patients' lives back from death! I want to be a doctor because we learned a text called "Soldiers in White Forever": In the spring of 20xx, a highly contagious disease-atypical pneumonia, abbreviated as "SARS". At that time, I was still young, and I didn't know what disease was, let alone what SARS was. How many people died of SARS in my innocent smile? How many doctors contracted SARS in order to save SARS patients, and finally fell on the battlefield without smoke. This is one of the reasons why I became a doctor.
This year is 20xx. In the same spring, SARS struck again. This is worse than SARS in 20xx. SARS is now called h7n9 avian influenza. I wonder how many people will die this time. One thing happened recently: all three people in a family were infected with h7n9 avian influenza. Two of them have died and one is being rescued. I am very concerned about this incident. That's why I want to be a doctor.
I hope my dream can come true! Become a doctor and a white soldier!
On my way to school, I saw peach blossoms blooming overnight. They are like flowers on a fairy handkerchief; Like mother earth's gorgeous clothes; Like a naughty boy; Like a shy girl. They are dotted with the Dalat flag in my hometown.
Dalat Banner was originally a prosperous city. Peach blossom is full of Dalat flag, which is more beautiful and warmer. I can't help but think of Tang Bohu's peach blossom poem, "The peach blossom fairy competes for the peach blossom tree and gets the peach blossom for wine. When they wake up, they sit under the flowers, and when they are drunk, they sleep under the flowers. "
I'm thinking about it. Suddenly, a peach blossom floated in front of me. Careful observation shows that its petals are pink and its stamens are pale yellow. A gust of wind blew it away. I followed up and found that I had never seen my hometown like this before. Tall buildings are next to buildings, and the streets are full of peach blossoms, red, yellow and pink. Cars of all colors come and go on the road. Plus it's a little foggy today, which makes people feel mysterious and warm.
This is my harmonious, beautiful, mysterious and warm hometown Dalat Banner. I love my hometown.
My teacher is Miss Wang. She works hard and is kind to her students.
She has thin curved eyebrows, big eyes like black gems, and red lips under a high nose are a perfect combination. Her appearance is as beautiful as her heart, with a pair of penetrating eyes. Once, when the homework was not finished, the teacher asked, "Where did the homework go?" I said I left it at home. Teacher Wang didn't speak, just stared at him, as if to say: be honest. I feel blushing and sweating. Looking into Miss Wang's eyes, she seems to see through it. I had to obediently hand over my homework to Mr. Wang. I said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wang. I lied. I didn't finish my homework. I won't do it again. " Teacher Wang forgave me.
I still remember that as soon as I went to school, my math book was so carelessly lost. I emptied all the books in my schoolbag and looked for them all, but there was nothing. I was so anxious that I stamped my feet and cried. Say, "How do I do my homework?" . Mother had no choice but to call Mr. Wang. As soon as Miss Wang hung up the phone, she began to send messages to everyone saying: Who has read Pu Ying's math book? The math book was soon found. She is so busy at work that she gives me so little care, just like her mother.
The teacher is the sun, and I am a sapling. My growing road is full of love and sunshine, which makes me grow sturdily and happily.