1. The composition of the fifth grade primary school writer is about 4 words

"Only delicious food can't live up to it." For my professional foodies, there must be a god of food at home. And the god of food in my family is my mother. She has delicacies and is proficient in all kinds of food.

at noon, I strode into the house after class, and the fragrance of braised pork ribs went straight into my heart. From top to bottom, from head to toe, every cell was saying to me, "Hurry up! Hurry up, the red ribs, how tempting! Go and pay for one! " A string of saliva unconsciously overflowed from my mouth, like a flooded river, which could not be controlled. Another example is a string of glittering and translucent pearls with broken lines, which drop by drop. I rushed up and swept away the ribs on the plate. "Delicious on earth!" I can't help sighing.

When I turned my head, I saw that Mother Gourmet was holding a wooden stick in one hand, inserting it into the crystal clear syrup, winding it around the bowl several times, suddenly straightening up, waving her hands, raising the wooden mallet, pulling and tugging hard, and the syrup was spinning in mid-air, just like a dancer. Suddenly, her wrist turned up and pulled out a series of filaments, forming a beautiful arc, racing a pair of swallows, flying up and down. Then, the god of food grabbed a banana on the cutting board, pulled out his right hand, took out a kitchen knife, cut it into pieces quickly, sprinkled it on the sugar and put it on the plate, with great speed. "Spinning bananas are coming!" The god of food shouted.

My mother, the God of Food, lives up to her reputation. The smell of her cooking makes people's mouths water. This is my mother, thousands of feet.

2. The composition written by the fifth grade primary school students is about 4 words.

I am eleven years old. I am a little boy with a small head, big watery eyes embedded in a round face, and a glib mouth under a pointed nose. This is me, isn't it cute?

I'm still a little silly. Why do you say that? Listen to me one by one.

I like watching the cartoon "A Smart Rest". Brother Yixiu's clever image left a deep impression in my mind. One Sunday, my parents went out, and I did my homework at home alone, but there was a math problem that I racked my brains and couldn't figure out. It suddenly occurred to me that a clever young monk, Brother Yixiuge, could come up with many good ways as long as he tapped his little head with his hand. If I could cut my hair completely and be a clever young monk like Brother Yixiuge, then I would do this difficult problem. So, I took out the scissors from the drawer, looked at the mirror and cut them at random.

after I cut my hair, I learned to take a break, sitting cross-legged and knocking on my head. However, the math problem still hasn't been solved, and my heart is in a hurry.

At this moment, my mother came back, looked at my ugly head and felt puzzled. She asked, "What happened to your hair?" I told the story in great detail. Mom laughed her head off and said, "Son, if you shave your hair and knock on your head, you will become smart. Then people all over the world will become monks, won't you say so?" Finally, my mother reluctantly dragged me to the barber shop.

this is me, isn't it cute?

3. The composition written by the fifth grader is about 4 words

A pair of bright eyes, a small cherry mouth embedded in that charming face, a straight nose and two large moles between the necks. Her hair is naturally curly and yellow, and everyone calls her a little foreigner.

Today, my mother told me that my cousin wanted it. I jumped three feet high with joy, and I had an indescribable pleasure in my heart, but I felt that disaster would come.

"Cousin, long time no see, I'm so happy to see you!" As soon as my cousin entered the room, she held me in a big circle. My feeling was right. I was embarrassed to force a smile.

She looked around and around, and said, "Your home has become beautiful!" " I thought to myself, "What's she going to do if she's courting or stealing?" She saw my beloved Barbie doll, and her eyes shone straight. She pointed to Barbie doll and said, "Dear cousin, this Barbie doll is so awesome, sister, good sister, will you lend her to me for fun?" I had no choice but to promise, my little Barbie, you will suffer! I am reluctant to look at my doll.

after a while, I saw that my little Barbie was' chopped up'.

ten minutes later, my little Barbie's feet were covered with nail polish.

"My little Barbie, oh, whoops!" My cousin saw me and said with a sense of accomplishment, "Cousin, your Barbie has no shoes, so I made a pair for her." She said naively, pointing to the little Barbie covered with nail polish.

I can't laugh and cry, and I can't scold her. I can only hold back.

4. The composition written by the fifth grade primary school students is about 4 words

My mother is 44 years old. She is a pig with short hair and is 165 meters tall. She is a little fat. She is a strict mother and sometimes she is a kind mother.

when I was in primary school, my mother stayed at home, and gradually I grew up. My mother was getting older, never wearing makeup or buying skin care products. In fact, it was very difficult for our family. My mother always looked after us at home, never went out to work or did business, and it was not bad to make a living by relying on my father alone. In fact, my parents have three children, I am the boss, and I have a younger sister and a younger brother. Not only is life hard, but I think my mother is also very helpless when she talks to three chirping children every day. I am two years older than my sister, and my sister is two years older than my brother. At that time, we didn't know the so-called, but now I understand.

My mother cooks for us every morning. I don't know how many times I have to worry about dressing and eating. I have to take care of every place. I am tired of thinking about it. Only my mother is good in the world. I often sing this song to my mother. When she listens, she smiles and feels satisfied with happiness. My mother says, "As long as you are well, don't worry about me. My mother doesn't care about you. Go to school well." I understand my mother's painstaking efforts. When my mother was a child, she didn't attend school because she let her uncle go to school. She didn't know what to do, and sometimes she didn't know what to do with a piece of paper. I read it to her.

What I want to say is: Let us go to school even when you are in trouble. I am willing to read to you all my life, and I will be filial to you all my life.

Now that I have grown up, I find that my mother has a few wrinkles between her eyes, her skin is no longer tight, her legs sometimes hurt, her figure is out of shape, and her hands are rough. It seems that when the child grows up, the mother will be old. If so, I would rather not grow up. I love you, mother. I wish you good health and all the best.

5. The composition written by the fifth grade primary school students is about 4 words

People I admire most, classmates, do you know who I admire most? Let me tell you something! That is uncle Lei Feng who does good deeds without leaving a name.

Next, I'll tell you why I admire him! One day in May, Lei Feng was going to Shenyang in the rain. In order to catch the early train, he got up at 5 o'clock in the morning, took some steamed buns and put on his raincoat. On the way, he saw a woman carrying a child and leading a little girl to the station with difficulty.

Lei Feng took off his raincoat and put it on his eldest sister-in-law. He picked up the little girl and accompanied them to the station. When he got on the bus, Lei Feng saw that the little girl was shivering with cold, and took off his close-fitting sweater and put it on her. Lei Feng estimated that she didn't eat in the morning, so he gave them the steamed bread he brought.

When the train arrived in Shenyang, it was still raining, and Lei Feng kept sending them home. The woman said gratefully, "Comrade, how can I thank you!" Lei Feng offered his seat to the old lady and poured her water. She didn't have lunch, and gave her bread that she didn't want to eat.

there are too many such things. Lei Feng is our role model. Let's learn from Lei Feng's spirit of helping others.