In ordinary study, work and life, everyone has written a composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. You have no clue when you write a composition? The following is my composition for the fourth grade at night for your reference, hoping to help friends in need. Night 4 composition 1
The night is dark. The cold wind roared on the sea, and the surging waves beat the coast, splashing waves. Beside the coast, there is a shabby house, which is dark without lights. There is a bed made of straw in the room, on which lie two children and a woman. Both children slept alone, but the woman's eyes were open, as if thinking about something. The woman's name is Simon. She has been a widow for several years. Of her two children, one can't speak yet, and the other has just learned to crawl.
Simon listened to the howling wind outside, knowing that it must be very cold, so he picked up a patched rag and put it on the two children. He took off his scarf from his head and wrapped their little feet. Taking care of the children usually depends on her alone, but now she is sick and bedridden, and death is approaching her day by day. Today's Simon is already dying. Simon stared at the two children as if he had never seen them before. Thin face, light yellow curly hair, two small heads tightly together. They are so lovely, breathing so evenly and calmly, and sleeping so sweetly.
However, how do they know what will happen? 2 They lost their father very early, and now they will lose their maternal love. How pitiful they are! Life is so cruel to them. Simon thought of this, and the Shanghai water came out of his eyes and wetted her skirt. "Death!" Simon begged silently, "Let me live a little longer and let my two children enjoy their mother's love a little longer!"! They are so small that they can do nothing about life. " Simon looked at his two children with affectionate eyes and struggled to reach out and hug them. "Suddenly, Simon's hand fell down. Ah, death finally took her life mercilessly! From the dark room came the cries of children, but they were quickly drowned out by the roar of the wind and waves ... Night 4 composition 2
The night is beautiful, eye-catching, and even brighter. The night view of Shanghai is unparalleled. In this tourist destination, many foreign tourists are deeply attracted by its charm and come here for sightseeing.
I also came to this place which integrates the essence of science, technology, education and culture. We took the cruise ship "Princess Rose" and started a trip around the Huangpu River to watch the night view by the river. Looking into the distance, the lights on the tall buildings are lit up one after another. When the sky is completely dark, the neon lights on the tall buildings are lit up. The neon lights are ever-changing and twinkling, red for a while, green for a while, and purple and yellow for a while. It is really colorful. Tall buildings are illuminated to be bright, crystal clear and transparent, and all kinds of lights flow around like water waves, with endless changes. Buildings have become more magnificent and magnificent, as beautiful as palaces in fairy tales.
The ship was moving on. Suddenly, there was a bright light in front of her eyes. Ah! It turned out that the Oriental Pearl TV Tower gave off a dazzling brilliance. Against the backdrop of night, the whole building gave off colorful light, which was dazzling and confusing. It was like a bright pearl, colorful and pleasing to the eye. The 88-story economic and trade building next to me is blinding me. When I look around, there is a red light here and a green light there, which is like dancing rosy clouds and leaning down like the Milky Way, forming a glowing ribbon.
The roads are golden, and the street lamps on both sides, like a string of pearls, complement the lights driving on the road. The lights are unpredictable and colorful, which makes people deeply intoxicated with such colorful scenery and colorful scenery. Shanghai at night is like a picturesque fairyland, fascinating and fascinating. This is really a poetic place in my dream! Composition 3
One day, when I came home from school, I found no one at home. Without doubt, I thought: My mother and brother should be at home at this time. Suddenly, the phone at home rang, and I quickly ran over and looked at the phone number on the phone and said, "Is it Du Liangyun?" I said, "it's me, mom. Why aren't you at home?" "Your father and I have something to do. We can't come back today, but we can't come back tomorrow." Mom said with a worried tone, and then she said seriously, "You stay at home, don't go out to play, and close the doors and windows. Do you hear me?" I suppressed my inner ecstasy and pretended to be calm and said, "I heard that, please rest assured my mother, I will be good."
after hanging up the phone, I jumped three feet high. Haha, great, I can watch TV, play games and eat instant noodles ... Today is my lucky day, and I can have fun. Happiness comes too suddenly. What to do first is really contradictory! Let's watch TV first. Suddenly I'm a little hungry. I'm eating instant noodles that my mother usually refuses to let me eat. It's simply delicious!
It was getting dark, so I turned on the computer and played games for a while. Time passed unconsciously, and it was time to go to bed. After washing, I can't help but feel a little scared when I stay alone in a quiet home. Suddenly, the curtains in the living room fluttered, and the clock rang "da da", just like the footsteps of people. I quickly ran into the room, wrapped in a blanket, and slowly walked to the window, trying to hint to myself "Believe in science, believe in science ..." Then I pulled open the curtain and sighed. It turned out that the window was not closed! So, I slept peacefully.
the next day, I told my parents what I had experienced, and my parents suddenly laughed. Are they laughing at me for being timid? But it doesn't matter, after this night, I can take care of myself even if my parents are not at home! Fourth grade composition 4
"Happy New Year!" "Come and keep your birthday!" The annual New Year's Eve has come again. Every household sticks couplets, eats jiaozi and watches the Spring Festival Gala, and my family is no exception, but we naughty kids are restless and want to play in different ways.
"crack!" "Boom!" "bang!" There were firecrackers outside the window, and we talked about whispering again to discuss what to do later. After dinner, I pestered my father to set off fireworks. At first, he refused, but later I was subdued by my soft grinding and hard foam.
I hold my father in one hand and fireworks in the other. I'll see how dad puts it first. Dad holds a burning incense, gently lights the fireworks and covers his ears. "Crack, crack!" " Fireworks blossomed in the sky: red like fire, pink like chardonnay, yellow like gold. The beauty of that color is simply amazing. "How beautiful!" I can't help sighing. It turns out that setting off fireworks is so simple, I can try it, I thought. My heart is not as good as my action. I followed my father's example, holding the lit incense in one hand and covering my ears in the other. I carefully put the incense together, leaned over and held out my hand. Before touching the fireworks, I turned my head and ran away. After calming down, I found myself in a cold sweat.
"Haha, that's funny. I ran away before touching the fireworks, haha!" Dad gloated with a bad smile.
"Then let's have a match to see who wins and who loses." I said unconvinced. "No more than no more." "I don't think you can compare." I began to cheat and tickle my father. "Hahahaha" and "giggle", my father gave in.
Beautiful fireworks fly in the air, bringing us good wishes and new expectations. This New Year's Eve has become my eternal memory. Composition 5
in the fourth grade at night is a bridge painted with willow, misty and drunk in the West Lake with summer lotus lights; It's blue waves, gurgling water, dizzy in the broken bridge and the broken snow.
It's the rime, the fish is still, and I'm drunk in the wax fragrance of the West Lake. It's the bleak autumn wind, with withered leaves, dizzy in the dreamless autumn fragrance of clear water.
it's fish, water, the blur in a dream, and the river shadow in the West Lake.
What's thin is that White Snake and Xu Xian can't figure it out, and they keep cutting the lingering love thread.
What's closely related is the thick and lingering complex between Su Shi and Hangzhou.
if you want to compare the west lake to the west lake, it is always appropriate to make up lightly and heavily.
If Xi Shi is the first of the four beauties in China, the West Lake is a more dignified and beautiful woman than Xi Zi.
How many people are drunk in the West Lake, drunk in the lotus flowers in the West Lake; How many people are drunk in the bridge, drunk in the broken bridge of soft love in the West Lake.
How many geisha dance in the West Lake, and dance in the little painted boats in the West Lake; How many literati are drunk in the West Lake, drunk in the pavilion in the middle of the West Lake.
I wonder how many people yearn for the graceful West Lake in summer. In the cold winter, in the silent West Lake, I don't know how many people heard their souls throbbing little by little.
Who can understand that behind the beauty is an extremely bleak love story; Who can understand, in the falling snow, the increasingly enlightened poet?
An Aomei stands resolutely above the fluttering snow, and who can understand it? Deep darkness is quietly brewing behind it.
The poet only sees the beauty of the West Lake, the graceful posture of the singers singing and dancing, but who knows the faint crow's feet in their eyes, the helplessness and sadness in their eyes, and the water of the West Lake is not rippling with blue waves and flowing water.
How much rouge cream, turned into powder and fell into the lake; How many bitter tears are turned into raindrops and rendered on the water surface.
Xu Xian doesn't understand the suffering of the White Snake behind the West Lake. The history behind the West Lake is bitter, but the officials don't understand it. The emperor doesn't understand the sufferings of the people behind the West Lake.
how much pain can you understand?
I don't understand West Lake either. Fourth-grade composition 6
firecrackers sound farewell to the old year, colorful lamps light up to welcome the new year. Today is New Year's Eve, a special night. My parents took me back to my grandparents' home. Grandpa, grandma, grandpa, aunt, uncle, aunt, sister and brother all came out to meet us. Brand-new couplets were posted at the door, filled with a happy and peaceful atmosphere. When I came to the living room, a pair of red lanterns hung in the room, and a string of colored lights flashed with colorful light, as if dancing happily to welcome the Spring Festival.
the whole family is happy and happy. The adults are laughing and talking happily, and they are happy. We children set off firecrackers happily. "Dinner!" We immediately rushed to the table and waited for the reunion dinner. Ah! They are all our favorites, including braised beef, braised fish, stewed spareribs, fragrant roast chicken, and tempting goose legs ... Wow, this sumptuous dish makes people drool. Grandma saw our thoughts and quickly said, "Eat quickly! Son, eat whatever you like! " We ate this and that, and our bellies swelled. After dinner, we can't wait to turn on the TV and watch the Spring Festival party. Zhao Benshan's sketch made us laugh and hurt our stomachs. Listen, Ya Dan stammered, "Grandpa Bi, I ... I will never forget you, and I ... will never let you go as a ghost!" Little Shenyang said seriously, "My name is little Shenyang. English name ... "Zhao Benshan disdainfully said," Your name is Little Loss-""Hahahaha-"The whole family laughed their heads off, and the happy laughter echoed in the room ...
" Jingle-Jingle-"The New Year bell rang, and we ushered in a new year and new happiness. New Year's Eve really makes people happy and happy! On New Year's Eve, every family gathers around the TV on time, watching the Spring Festival Gala and eating the New Year's Eve dinner. But this year, our family is different. My mother told me: "There is a red envelope grabbing activity tonight, which is on qq and WeChat. I heard that tens of millions of red envelopes were sent!" After listening to my mother's words, I immediately used my mother's mobile phone to log on to qq. Sure enough, it will start in 3 minutes, so I am ready to start grabbing red envelopes.
Looking forward to the stars and the moon, these three minutes have finally ended, and my long-awaited red envelope grab has begun. My fingers scratched on the screen quickly, but there was still no sign of the red envelope. I was impatient and immediately called my mother and asked her to start grabbing it quickly. My mother said to me, "You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Take your time." I calmed down and secretly prayed that my mother could brush me a red envelope. Sure enough, my mother gave me a 1. 36 yuan's red envelope, I jumped three feet high with joy.
the QQ red envelope was distributed, and then the WeChat red envelope arrived. When I saw it, wow, I have to send 78 million red envelopes, and I will definitely succeed! 3、2、1！ Finally, I started, "brush" and "brush". I shook my mobile phone. Although I was very fast, I still didn't get anything. So I began to say something in my mouth: "Heaven is clever, earth is clever, bless me to grab the red envelope!" Seeing that the speed of light of the red envelope dropped, I went "Ding Dong". Ha, I brushed a red envelope and opened it! Wow, three. 85 yuan! I'm so great!
after this night's "struggle", my mother and I have a * * * extra 16 in our wallets. 3 yuan money, but the most regrettable thing is that I didn't see the wonderful Spring Festival Gala. Well, my mother and I were really sleepy and lay down and fell asleep. 8
That night, the rain kept falling, wetting Ye Er outside the window and your heart ...
That night, the constant sound in the dormitory, like the rain falling outside the window, dripped. Maybe it was a temporary pleasure for us, but it brought you a night of trouble. A few days later, after reading the blog, I realized how annoying it is that your unspeakable feeling makes you toss and turn. Now I just want to say, "I'm sorry!" " The next morning, you came to us, frowning and hesitating, which really scared me. I thought of the teacher Liu when I first started school. Your eyes swept at me in an instant. "What time did you talk about last night?" I blamed myself. Why on earth didn't I listen to what I was told for so long? I'm afraid, afraid that my image in your heart will be shattered, rising like a bubble. I dare not answer, in fact, I don't know how to answer. I can only look down at my toes, and I don't know where to put my hands naturally. Sure enough, we finally left the sad and serious teacher-student meeting with regret. As a result, you said in class that you wrote an article on your blog because of this incident, and let us go back and have a look for ourselves. I seem to be a little anxious. What image did we appear under your writing, and will it make the whole class have a bad impression on me? This makes me really want to change myself.
This night and the next few nights, I performed very well, which can be said to be really good, because I am very eager to see you a month ago, who is talking and laughing with us, just like my big sister who is similar in age to us.
finally, I did it, and so did everyone else. I was overwhelmed with irresistible joy. Although you didn't mention it to us, I was still very happy. At least, I didn't let you worry anymore.