In our ordinary daily life, the most familiar thing to everyone is composition. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange.

So how to write a good composition?

Below are 8 narrative essays for fourth grade that I have compiled for you. You are welcome to read them. I hope you will like them.

Fourth Grade Narrative Composition Part 1 In the Chinese class on Wednesday morning, the students were listening attentively to Teacher Yao's lesson to us.

Suddenly, an uninvited guest came to the classroom-a little bird flew in.

"Look, a little bird is flying over!" Someone yelled.

After everyone heard this, they all raised their heads and saw that there was a little bird sitting on the electric fan.

The silent classroom suddenly exploded.

Some students picked up brooms to knock him down, some timid students screamed loudly in fright, and some students stared at it intently... At this time, Teacher Yao stopped the lecture and said to us:

"Let's observe this uninvited guest!" I took a closer look and saw that this little bird was covered with colorful feathers; its small eyes were black, like two black gems; its beak was pointed,

Like a pair of small scissors... It turns out that it is a little bird that accidentally broke in and is anxious to find a way out.

While we were admiring the bird intently, it seemed to know that it was in danger, so it flew around in panic.

Suddenly, it rushed towards a window with lightning speed, only to hear a scream of "chirp", and its feathers fell off like autumn leaves swept away by the autumn wind.

It turns out that the transparent window is a way for it to fly back to nature.

It didn't want to sit still and die, so it hit the electric fan, the TV, and the glass again and again... Our eyes were all focused on it. Some people shouted: "Open the window quickly and let it return to nature."

"; Some naughty guys joked: "Catch it and make soup!"; some girls were so frightened that they screamed: "Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"... I secretly thought in my heart.

Thinking: Little bird, little bird, please don’t get hurt!

I will definitely find a way to send you back to nature.

At this moment, Teacher Yao asked us to quiet down, and she said to us: "Fish are obsessed with the sea, and birds are longing for the blue sky. Let us find a way of life for the birds!" As soon as the teacher finished speaking, she sat at the window

The classmate next to me quickly opened the window.

Like a commander, we only know how to catch the bird: "Left", "Right", "Up", "Down"... The bird seemed to understand our words and finally found an exit and flew back.

blue sky.

Looking at the birds flying further and further away, I want to loudly appeal to those who catch birds, eat bird meat, and drink bird soup: Birds are our friends, and we must protect them.

Fourth Grade Narrative Composition Part 2 Today there was a science class. The teacher asked us to use orange powder, sour plum powder and other ingredients to make a delicious drink. I kept playing with it, and kept imagining the drink in my mind. How delicious it was.

taste.

The teacher didn't teach much, and we started making drinks.

I first scooped a spoonful of orange powder with a small spoon and sprinkled it evenly into the paper cup.

I held my breath and stared straight at the glass of water. I saw the orange color smearing quickly, like a pebble thrown into the lake.

I leaned forward and smelled it gently. The smell was a bit strong.

I quickly took out a little bit of sour plum powder and let it drip from my hand. At this time, the members of our group were very excited.

I stood up without any explanation, and my four little heads came together. I picked up the chopsticks and stirred slowly and carefully, for fear of touching the paper wall or the bottom of the cup.

I was in charge of tasting the drink. I leaned forward slightly, stretched out my hand, held the cup with my thumb and middle finger, and slowly leaned on the cup with my other hands. I watched the cup being delivered to me, feeling like I was dying.

"a feeling of.

I lowered my head, closed my eyes and took a sip gently. The members of the group all looked at me with "concerned" eyes. I saw that my face was red and my lips were tightly pursed. I took a breath of air and turned around quickly.

He covered his stomach with both hands and bent down.

I said loudly: "It's really disgusting!" I looked at the dark brown drink and smiled bitterly. The taste was very sour and very sweet, but the two extreme flavors combined brought a pleasant sensation to the taste.

challenges.

It has a bitter taste, mostly sour.

The sweet taste is masked by the bitter taste, or the bitter taste is a mixture of sour and sweet.

I walked towards the pool in the class, and with a "sting" sound, the drink disappeared with the sound of running water. I was a little reluctant to leave it. It was the first drink I had mixed!

This time I only added a little sugar, then evenly sprinkled the orange powder into the water and shook it slightly.

This time it tasted good, with a hint of sweetness in the sourness. We finished it in two or three gulps. After class, I sat quietly in my seat and suddenly remembered Edison’s words: Genius is equal to one percent inspiration.

Plus ninety-nine percent sweat.

Fourth Grade Narrative Composition Part 3 There is a warm thing called happiness, which makes you have endless aftertaste... "Grandma, what are you having for lunch today?" I like grandma's cooking the most, especially the steaming steamed buns.

"Baozi." Grandma also knows that I like to eat the buns she makes, so she often makes them for me. I never get tired of eating them.

"Great!" I shouted happily.