No matter in study, work or life, we often see the figure of composition. With the help of composition, we can vent our feelings and adjust our mood. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is my composition of recalling the fourth grade. Welcome to read and collect. Memories of Grade Four Composition 1

One day, I opened the photo album and a photo of us drifting slipped out ...

There were four people in the photo, namely: mother, me, sister and aunt. In the photo, I closed my eyes in fear; Mom was so excited that she compared a V and smiled at the camera. My sister grinned nervously and happily; Aunt closed her mouth and grabbed her sister's shoulder. The bright pennant isolation belt next to it was shaken sharply by the wind and waves, and the four men grabbed each other and rushed away. A still photo shows a lot of information, and it seems as if it just happened yesterday.

At that time, my mother wanted to play rafting very much, but at least two people could play. I think there are too few people to play. I saw a mother and daughter standing not far from us. They came over and said to their mother, "Sister, my daughter doesn't dare to play. Can the four of us together let my daughter and your child sit in the middle?" Mom agreed.

We put on life jackets, walked onto the drifting lane, sat in a row, leaned back and grabbed the life jackets of the people in front. When the staff pushed us, we were pushed out by the waves. At first, the waves were not big, and gradually, the waves became bigger and bigger. My mother was really not afraid, and she made a big "V" gesture, which was the most exciting thing I played. Whenever I saw my fear of closing my eyes, I couldn't help laughing.

I picked up the photos again and put them in the photo album ... Recalling Grade 4 Composition 2

I just finished eating western food, and I felt very satisfied in my heart, that is, I had a delicious western food in the "Western Restaurant" in our class area before that!

At three o'clock in the afternoon, everyone lined up to get there, and everyone's face was filled with excited smiles. In the "western restaurant", we saw a number of "chef" mothers waiting for our arrival.

and I was helping in the kitchen, because everyone was very busy, so I didn't pay much attention to my "little helper". I stood there alone, not knowing what to do. As a "novice", let's start with the basics! Help with the dishes. I also looked around in the back kitchen and found that today's dinner was so rich! There is steak, which is the staple food. Hot white smoke rises up and gives off attractive fragrance from time to time! There are also western foods such as cupcakes and pizzas. Among them, I like cupcakes best. The method is very simple: first, take out the egg white and white sugar in the eggs, stir them thicker than yogurt, then add flour and stir them again, and finally put them in the pot. You can also add your favorite fruits, cut them into pieces and put them on the cake. It tastes great!

After it was done, everyone was salivating and devouring it, especially Yang Yicheng, who put a large steak in his mouth with a fork. I thought he was choking, but I didn't expect him to be satisfied and kept eating with chicken wings! The scene is very warm and lively, much like the dinner when Hobbits and Dwarves meet for the first time.

at this time, this memorable western food has become our best memory! Recalling Grade Four Composition 3

What I experienced this summer, this summer vacation, I can't say clearly in a few words, but I still want to tell you.

With the arrival of July, our treasure hunt summer camp "The Pursuit of Business Capital" began. In Zhengzhou Confucian Temple, we looked for the origin of the 1759 stone tablet, the picture of "Wei Fu Guo Song" and some pictures of ancient buildings. In the activity, every child participated so actively and cooperated so seriously, and I was amazed by everyone's enthusiasm for learning. Every member of each group has got up all his strength and is determined to fight for the breath of his group. I am happy for them from the bottom of my heart and excited to participate in this activity while watching it.

In August, when the sun was blazing, I took part in the activity of "Entering the National Pulse-Inheriting Traditional Culture". During the activity, the teacher asked us to make New Year pictures, grinding bean curd and pottery. The most special thing was to give each of us a white T-shirt, so that we could draw whatever we wanted on it. Some children drew puppies, some children drew flowers, some children put their handprints on the T-shirt, and I drew a big strawberry. At lunch, we ate tofu made with a stone mill and drank soybean milk made with a stone mill. After lunch, we put on our painted T-shirts and took photos as a souvenir, and the activity was over.

This scorching summer is different, because it makes me know the fun of learning history and culture. Recalling the fourth grade composition 4

Memory can be forgotten, but there is one kind that will not disappear, which is memory.

how unforgettable the life in primary school is, but my clearest memory is two friends in grade three and four, not brothers, but almost the same. One is Liu Yalong, a close friend in grade three, and a math "madman" remembers that once, it was a holiday homework, but it was actually a preview homework. There was a topic that no one could do. I really don't know why, but he could. Everyone called him at that time. No matter how difficult a topic is, he will try his best to finish it. As a confidant, he is a genius, exactly a genius. The reason why I became inseparable friends with him in the third grade is that I appreciate his perseverance. Now I think about it, it is a good brother. But he transferred to another school in the next semester of grade three. Khan, this is my good memory.

There is another one, Chen Jinglong, who is not very tall, but a Chinese genius. When reciting Chinese, he is the fastest in the class, and he recites it fluently. His best advantage is that I like tickling others. He is the only one who can make me feel refreshed. No matter how I treat him, he will laugh with me, and sometimes he laughs and laughs, and the world will be better. Yes, a smile is the best expression in the world. I remember one time, I played with him at the door of the class, drawing lots. He can run when signing, but he can only stay when signing. Anyway, the winner will always be me, and I like playing with him very much. We will always be good brothers.

The days we spent together were unforgettable, which was memorable. Some of our memories can be forgotten, but our friendship and friends were unforgettable. Although we were not together, there was still a trace of warmth in our hearts. Recalling the fourth grade composition 5

I opened the drawer and took out the photo album. Suddenly, a photo fell to the ground and I picked it up. It was taken by my mother last year, which reminded me of good memories.

In this photo, I am standing among a large white peony flower, wearing a beautiful dress, with a light blue upper body with four pearl buttons in the middle and a beige gauze skirt in the lower body. Behind them are countless peony flowers, as well as lush forests with green leaves.

This photo was taken in April and May. On that day, my mother was going to take me to my grandmother's house to play. She also said that white peony flowers were in full bloom near my grandmother's house. Hearing this, I was so excited that I quickly agreed. As soon as I got to my grandmother's house, I immediately got on my cousin's bike and went straight to the peony garden, which took me less than three minutes. From a distance, the Peony Garden looks like a snow blanket, which is spectacular.

I parked my bike and couldn't wait to get a closer look. The peony flowers were swaying. I put my nose close to one of them and smelled it. It was even more fragrant than French perfume! Every petal is as white as jade, so pure and beautiful. I parted the peony flowers and stood among them, and I could see more clearly the flowers with different postures, some of which were fully open and their petals trembled in the breeze; Only two or three petals are unfolded when they are half open, like a shy girl; Some have withered, and only the yellow stamens remain, but this is rare. Some are still flowers and bones! I picked one and couldn't help exclaiming, "It's so beautiful here!"

My mother wanted to take a picture of me, so I held the flowers I just picked in my hand and smiled at the camera. My mother took this beautiful picture of me.

I like this photo, which has left me a good memory. Whenever I see this photo, I think of the happy scene of enjoying flowers in the peony garden. I look forward to going there to enjoy peony next spring. There is no doubt that I love the land in my hometown.

I often remember birds singing in the branches, crickets playing the piano in the grass, wild flowers all over the fields, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass, looking forward to flying and fighting for beauty. The breeze blew, and the fragrance of dried tea came. This is my hometown: Qiqiao.

When the hot sun woke up the East, which was still asleep, there were bursts of smoke from the chimneys of every household, and the hometown gradually became lively, and people were busy farming. They often set off with cigarettes that are hard to quit, a big plastic cup and farm tools. They sow the seeds of hope in the fields and look forward to a bumper harvest next year.

In the evening, people set up small tables, moved out small chairs, and sat in front of their homes, talking and laughing with their neighbors while drinking sweet porridge. What a warm and peaceful picture!

At night, the stars all over the sky shed soft light on this quiet land. The flowers and plants on the edge of the field seem to be somewhat sleepy, and they fall asleep quietly in their dewdrop coats, but the crickets, crickets and frogs in the grass are not half sleepy. They are humming all kinds of sweet sounds in the grass with great interest, intertwined like songs that are listened to tactfully. Look! The stars in the sky are listening to their songs at the moment!

The night is already deep, and I stand at the window quietly recalling my childhood hometown and the past of my hometown. I remember that last summer vacation, my mother's company was going to visit Qingdao. I was overjoyed, but my mother's request was that I should finish my summer homework before going.

after 4 days, I finally finished my homework and checked the customs clearance for my mother! I jumped three feet high with joy, and my mother said, "I will go next Monday. Go there well and don't run around, okay?" Oh dear! Mom will start nagging again ~~

After a long journey, I arrived in Qingdao, where the air is fresh and the scenery is pleasant. It's really beautiful. Seeing the beautiful scenery here, I can't wait to see all the scenery in Qingdao.

After lunch, it's past three o'clock. We take a special bus to take us to every scenic spot. We went to a place where we ate seafood, and just got off the bus. This area was full of sand. My mother and I went into a toy store nearby and saw a lot of dolls in it. My mother took a fancy to several of them and bought them all. My aunt who was with us also bought some dolls. After visiting these shops, it was past five o'clock, and all the adults in the car went shopping, leaving us children in the car, in the car and in the winter. When we were afraid in the car, we came out, and our children were frightened and ran forward in desperation. No one noticed that there was a bunker when we met. I accidentally fell into the bunker, and my legs were bleeding. My brothers saw me and fell.

From then on, there were many scars on my knees. Recalling the fourth grade composition 8

In a person's life, happiness is often in childhood, but under the urging of time, we grow up bit by bit, and the happy time gradually fades away and becomes a memory in our hearts. However, whenever we recall it, there is an irresistible and happy mood that emerges in our hearts.

I remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, it was the most carefree time. I played with my classmates every day, so I didn't have to be overwhelmed by my schoolwork. On one occasion, I played ghost catching with my classmates and ran around in the corridor. As a result, some students accidentally fell down. At that time, we were ignorant and laughed our heads off, and no one cared. As a result, we were scolded by the teacher.

A few years later, when I entered the sixth grade, the academic pressure was much heavier. Many people were sad every day, but some people were still naive, and their smiles were always on their faces, which often turned the quiet atmosphere in the class into a happy situation. On one occasion, the test scores in the class were so low that they were scolded by the teacher, and everyone was depressed and swallowed up by the sad mood. As a result, the "pistachios" in the class stood up to comfort everyone and told them not to be sad, so that they could laugh through tears and regain their happy mood and escape from their sadness.

My childhood is full of joy, but there are also many sorrows. Such a childhood is worthy of nostalgia in my heart. The happy past reappears in front of my eyes again and again, and the sad past is the driving force for me to stand up from setbacks. I hope the memories of my childhood can exist in a corner of my heart forever and never disappear. Recalling the fourth grade composition 9

Everyone has his own childhood memories, and of course I am no exception.

One summer vacation, when I was 6 years old, I was at my grandmother's house, so I tied a bag to a stick so that I could catch dragonflies.

There are many dragonflies, some of which fall on trees, some fall on the ground, some fall on the roof ... At that time, I saw dragonflies that fell on the ground, and just wanted to catch them, they flew away. Not only did they not catch them, but I also fell. The second time, I found two dragonflies falling to the ground together. I walked carefully and suddenly I jumped at them. Haha, I caught you! My heart is as sweet as honey. I was holding a dragonfly in one hand, and I just wanted to tell my grandmother. As a result, I let go of my hand and ran away. At this time, I held the dragonfly in both hands for fear that it would run away. Grandma saw me holding the dragonfly and quickly said, "Put it down! Put it down! " Grandma didn't tell me why she left. But I didn't listen. I remember adults saying that dragonflies can't fly as long as their wings are stained with water. I dropped a few drops of water on their wings, and sure enough, they can't fly. Later, I learned that dragonflies eat insects. They are beneficial insects and I shouldn't hurt them.

Because of my ignorance when I was a child, I hurt the dragonfly. Now I think about it, it's still very unpleasant! Although there are right and wrong things in childhood, they are all beautiful in retrospect. Memories of the fourth grade composition 1

Open the floodgate of memories, and those memories burst out like a flood, staying in my mind and lingering. When we were young, we were as naive as a blank sheet of paper. Now, after countless storms, we are becoming more and more mature. The drawing paper is covered with colorful colors, and each color represents a kind of memory.

Open the photo album, which is full of photos of me from childhood to adulthood. It records the process of my growth. When I look at the photos, I unconsciously burst into tears. When I was a child, people and things were blurred, but they were unforgettable scenery in everyone's heart. Look, that photo was taken by me sitting on the merry-go-round. At that time, I liked to ride the merry-go-round and walk around, always returning to the starting point. Looking back on the road we have traveled, there are ups and downs.