When I was a child, I liked reading and read many books. My classmates gave me a nickname: nerd!

I read when I walk, when I eat, when I go to the toilet, and when I sleep at night, I still have a book in my arms. Therefore, adults and friends call me a nerd.

when I study, I like to take notes. It's not a reading note, it's just a excerpt. I have several books, each with a theme. For example, this book is dedicated to copying the description of characters, and the other book is dedicated to copying the description of scenery, including copying aphorisms, beginning and end, and also copying dialogues.

whenever I read a good sentence, I first mark it on the book with a pen. After reading the book, I copy the good sentences into my excerpts. At that time, there were no composition books such as "good words and sentences", so my excerpts were often borrowed by my classmates, who occasionally used the sentences in their compositions.

interestingly, once the teacher asked us to write My Hometown, a classmate borrowed my copy and used it. When the teacher handed out the composition book, he suddenly called the name of the classmate. The teacher said, "Did you copy your landscape description?" My classmate blushed at that time, and he whispered, "I didn't copy it!" " The teacher said, "Didn't you copy it? Then why are all the scenery you describe from the south? We are in the north here! "

As for me, I have never used my excerpts in my composition, and the excerpts have exerted a subtle influence on me. Abstract composition 4 words 2

There is a small daisy growing by the roadside, and a little girl comes to water it every day. One day, however, the little girl left, and she went to another city. She could no longer rely on the little girl. The little daisy began to worry. Where would she get the water to sustain her life? "No, I must be strong, even without the little girl's water, I can survive! There will always be a way, "Little Daisy encouraged herself. It closed its eyes and fell into deep thought ...

Little Daisy waited for the little girl to appear every day. She didn't know why she always saw the little girl come to her side in hunger and thirst, and the little girl watered it every day. The little girl told it a lot about her, whether she was happy or sad or angry. It began to grow its roots down, and its roots went deeper and deeper into the soil. Little Daisy tried in the dark ground every day, looking for water to live. Little Daisy knew that only by constantly looking for water, could she find more water and have a chance to see the little girl again. In this way, day by day, the little daisy found herself growing flowers and bones, and finally tasted the cool and sweet water from the deep soil. During the day, the little daisy always holds her head high and bathes in the sunshine, trying to make herself grow stronger; At night, I will lower my head and look for more water to maintain my life for a longer time, so as to wait for the little girl to come again. As the days passed, the little daisy grew stronger and stronger, and opened new flowers. It jumped up happily, "Wow! Bloom! Bloom! Alas, it would be nice for the little girl to see it! " The little daisy sighed and tried to accept the sunshine. She believed that the little girl would never forget it. Abstract composition 4 words 3

A person's life is like something, although it is ordinary, it contains infinite philosophy. After all, ordinary is great. A person's life is full of ups and downs, but my life is more about happiness. < P > My family is the person who accompanies me all my life. My family cares silently and warms people's hearts in subtle actions. I remember when I was in primary school, when it was rainy, I had to bring an umbrella almost every day, but I often forgot it. One Wednesday afternoon, I left my umbrella at home, and I wandered around the school gate, praying that the rain would stop soon. But god didn't pay attention to my prayer, but it rained harder and harder.

I don't insist, just calm down and wait. I always feel a little "misty and rainy". In the dim light, I found someone standing not far away, staring at me. It turned out to be my father. My father's pace was very fast, so I pulled up and walked out.

My father's coat was draped over my shoulders, and the wind blew suddenly, so I shivered and shrank my neck, and I wandered around the school gate and got wet. I looked at my silent father. Some big black umbrellas blocked his face, and his shoulders were wet. The determined figure did not waver at all.

Dad has always played the role of strict father, and he has never done such a thing before. I seemed to suddenly understand something. I pushed my umbrella to my father's side, leaned against him gently, and said thank you. I felt my father's body stunned for a moment, and I seemed to see a warm smile on his lips.

I feel that in this cold rainy day, there is a spring breeze-like warmth spreading.

Not only the happiness of my family, but also the happiness of my friends, who have been with me all the time. Even if we had quarrels, alienation and disputes, when we recall again, there is always a full sense of happiness, isn't it?

My dear family and friends, my happiness in growing up is you, your concern, and your lifelong happiness. Excerpt composition 4 words 4

Hello, everyone, I am a math book named Xiaoying! I am a very lovely girl, and I am glad to introduce myself to you. So, let's start now! Shh, don't talk:

I was an empty shell at first, and the workers stapled the papers together and put them in me. In this way, I will put on beautiful clothes. Children, remember to add clothes when it is cold! Ahahaha, I just inserted a digression, but never mind, let's continue!

I was sent to a school supermarket by a truck and put on the shelf. Next to me are my relatives' small language texts and big math books. Teacher Peng, in the sixth grade, said that he wanted to buy excerpts, and the Chinese books were immediately snapped up.

At this moment, my present young master came: "Huh?" She looked left and right. "Why is there no Chinese book?" Say that finish, helplessly looked at me. Finally, she picked me up, paid me and took me away.

Xiaoying, I am very useful! Not only can you make excerpts, but you can also make drafts and practice calligraphy! But the young master only takes me as an excerpt, which is really "the book is useless"! But the young master loves me very much and puts me in the table every time I use it.

Now I like my present master very much, so I decided to work hard for my young master until I can't do it anymore because of my old age!

finally, I want to go back to the place where I was born, make it again, and make contributions to the next person!

Ah, I just found that the back of my mother's hand was red and swollen, her fingers were swollen, and her whole hand was wet and cold.

somehow, I feel as if my throat is blocked with something, and I can't swallow it.

As soon as I got out of the warm building and arrived at the entrance of the building, a cold wind blew suddenly, and I immediately felt cold all over, as if I had just arrived at the North Pole.

when grandpa Zhou's warm big hands hold my small hands, I feel a warm stream of happiness rushing all over my body.

reading enthusiastic letters of condolence and looking at a pile of letters of condolence, my eyes are moist and a warm current spreads all over my body.

There is a lot of talk in the classroom, but my heart is like swallowing a green plum, sour and bitter.

It looks crisp and yellow, smells sweet and refreshing, tastes tender outside, and has a unique flavor. I am full of praise while eating.

My mother always folds the washed clothes neatly and puts them on my bedside. When you sleep at night, you can still smell the fragrance on your clothes.

The baked sweet potato cooked by the grandfather who sells baked sweet potatoes is golden yellow, which feels soft when held in his hand, and tastes fragrant and sweet.

I have black hair all over my body. It's long, just like being soaked in an oil drum. It feels very comfortable.

I released a bag of lychees into the stream, causing ripples. After about half an hour, I picked up the bag of Lingnan fruit and picked it up in the mountaineering pavilion. Ah! Sweet and delicious, cold and penetrating.

I feel even more ashamed. If there had been a small crack in the ground, I would have got in.

my throat seems to be blocked by something, and I can't say anything.

I feel burning on my face, and my heart is like knocking over a five-flavor bottle. I can't tell you what it tastes like.

when I saw those black silkworm chrysalis crawling in the basin, I couldn't help shivering and got goose bumps. 6

Youth is not a time in the journey of life, nor is it a state of mind, a consciousness in the mind, a creative potential in rational thinking, a vigorous vitality in emotional activities and a ray of freshness in the depths of spring scenery in life. Being young means being willing to give up warm and romantic love to make a living, which means courage and temperament beyond shyness, cowardice and desire. And a 6-year-old man may have more courage and temperament than a 2-year-old boy. No one becomes old just because of the passage of time, but with the destruction of ideals, old people appear in mankind. Years may wrinkle the skin, but they can't engrave a trace on the soul. Worry, fear and self-distrust make people stoop in the dust of time.

No matter whether you are 6 or 16, everyone will be attracted by the future and have a childlike endless desire for the joy of life competition. In the depths of your heart and my heart, there is also a radio station. As long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, joy, courage and strength from the crowd and infinite time and space, you and I will always be young. Once this radio station collapses, your heart will be covered with ice and snow of cynicism and pessimism and despair, and you will get old-even if you are only twenty years old; But if this radio station always stands in your heart, catching every optimistic and uplifting radio wave, you will hopefully die of a young 8-year-old 4-word essay. 7

In the early morning, when I was walking on the clean path of the community and looking at the neat lawn of the community, I thought of the "beautician" in our community.

These beauticians are very special. For the environment of the community, they make silent contributions, and it is hard to forget their hard-working backs. I remember it was a summer morning. I got up early, put on my schoolbag and my mother took me to school. As soon as I went out, I saw an aunt cleaner pushing a garbage truck and struggling to walk, wiping the sweat on her head as she walked. The colorful garbage bags on the car are piled up like hills. I saw that the aunt stopped the garbage truck for a while, bent down to pick up the garbage that people threw outside the trash can, and then swept up the cigarette butts that people left behind with a broom. I see, it is this aunt's hard work that makes our environment more beautiful.

this reminds me of that day, when I threw the leftover melon seeds and peanut skins away, and the garbage was scattered all over the floor. At this moment, an aunt cleaner came by. She held a garbage box in her left hand and a broom in her right hand, and swept the garbage into the garbage box. If she couldn't sweep it up, she bent down to pick it up and put it in a garbage truck to push it away. Looking at my aunt's distant back, I feel ashamed of my behavior.

Whether it is hot summer or bitter winter, you will see them working hard in the corners of the community.

I love beauticians in our community. If everyone cares about the environment as much as they do, our home will become more and more beautiful. There is a small alarm clock on my desk. He is my very good friend. In my warm childhood, he always walked round and round, accompanying me through every bit of joys and sorrows.

The shape of the small alarm clock is heart-shaped. There are two semicircular big ears at the upper end of the heart, and a small stick in the middle of the two big ears. Whenever it's time for me to get up, the little stick will knock on these two big ears back and forth, making a sound of ding Rinrin and ding Rinrin, as if calling to me, "Get up quickly and stop sleeping late!" The small alarm clock is dressed in a sky blue coat. In the center of the heart, there is a lovely Doraemon. The eldest hour hand, the second minute hand and the third second hand are fixed in the center of Doraemon's open mouth. Twelve numbers enclose Doraemon in a circle, and it will make a ticking sound when working.

For a while, I was slow in doing my homework. In order to improve my homework speed, my mother stipulated that I must finish my homework before eight o'clock every night. So, I took my little alarm clock to the desk. When I was not paying attention to my homework, Doraemon seemed to say to me, "Come on, it's almost time, and the little stick is going to knock on the ear." I quickly lowered my head and concentrated on my homework. With his help, I got rid of my procrastination!

the small alarm clock is really my indispensable good friend! At noon, I went outside the community to observe the surrounding environment.

as soon as you get out of the door, the most conspicuous thing is the construction site not far from the door. First of all, I heard the harsh operation noise, and saw many excavators digging, raising flying dust, accompanied by waves of smoke. Passers-by must cover their mouths and noses, because the air is so bad. I remember that there is a layer of dust on the balcony at home every day.

After walking a little further, I saw a piece of land surrounded by noise and water, which mixed with the surrounding soil and became mud. People had to walk around, and some people had to cover their noses and mouths in order to approach the road.

When our family first lived here, the road outside was quiet and the air was fresh. Many children played near the community, and I often played skateboards and rode bicycles here. But the good times didn't last long. There were buildings, tall buildings, subways and sometimes broken water pipes. Originally, these construction projects would improve our lives, but in the process of construction, they brought us a lot of pollution and troubles.

My mother told me that in foreign countries, dust-free operation can be achieved through advanced technology. On the construction site, there is no harsh noise and thick dust, which neither affects the surrounding environment nor gives workers a good working environment. If only our construction site were like this! It's been 1

thousands of years since the 4-word composition was extracted. This river is still like this, roaring past it, so free and uninhibited. It is dismissive of the troubles and vulgar achievements in the world, and it is indifferent to the false justice of the mortal world.

We all remember that this is his character, and this is the glory of his life. Another year at the Dragon Boat Festival, how are the heroes with lofty aspirations? How are the soldiers whose hearts are still burning with a warm flame? How is the poet who can speak eloquently with a stroke of ink?

I am lamenting that in the great historical journey of the Chinese nation, it is their noble sentiment of preferring to die and unyielding that makes them so gorgeous, and it is their steadfast heroes who do not want fame and fortune that make them so magnificent. I know you must remember that this is a national festival in China for five thousand years, and this is a commemoration of integrity in China for five thousand years.

Pushing the time back to the riverside that year, I saw the straight back from a distance, and he was talking with the fisherman. He refused vulgarity and bribery.