Fourth grade narrative composition
1, a fourth-grade narrative composition, there is a tooth decay that interferes with my normal diet every day. Because of its existence, there is a scene of "disturbing heaven" in my mouth every day.
Speaking of its "sin", we have to start from a week ago. At that time, it often gave me problems. When I eat vegetables, it will hide them like a miser, and let me punish it again and again with the "Ruyi toothpick stick". When I eat it, it swings from side to side, making me grin with pain. So I issued a plan to fight poison with poison to eradicate this "black sheep".
My first move is "hard attack". I specially bought some corn and chewed walnuts, hoping that it would voluntarily withdraw from the historical stage under the attack of so many "tough guys". I didn't expect it to be really naughty. I push this one at a time and provoke that one at a time. Did I use my mouth as a ballroom and a disco? This is a happy performance. I am in pain, so I have to "surrender".
The next day, I decided to take defense as the attack and let it take the initiative to give way, but when the flower withered, it remained motionless. Well, it seems that the dentist can only behead. It's better to be a dentist. I saw him fiddle with my mouth a few times, and this decayed tooth died.
Look at this decayed tooth in my hand, with a black hole the size of a soybean on it. It's like a paper tiger, weak at the outside and vulnerable.
Have you seen the new book bag? There will be in 20 years. Twenty years later, I have become a world-famous inventor.
Now I recommend a multifunctional schoolbag: there are not many buttons on this schoolbag, only one button. Press the button and the remote control will appear automatically. There are eighteen buttons on it, such as mood button, flight button, protection button, map button, right and wrong button and so on. There is a remote control lever next to these 18 keys. When using the function, the remote control lever is equivalent to the remote control of the function. For example, if you press the fly button, the schoolbag will take you to the sky. Then the remote control lever can adjust the flight direction. The color of the schoolbag can be adjusted by the color key.
If you are in a bad mood, press the fly button, and then some nice songs will be played back in the small speaker of your schoolbag. Pull the remote control lever and all kinds of nice songs will appear. If you get lost, press the map button, and there will be a nearby map in your bag. Pulling the remote control lever will move the position you see. If a bad person wants to hurt you, press the protect button, and then the schoolbag will radiate an invisible man. Pull the remote control lever to control the attack direction and intensity of the transparent man. If the bad guys take your remote control by force, the remote control will send out electricity until the police come, and it will automatically return to your hands.
This new schoolbag is really easy to use.
I signed up for the 400-meter race in the story festival "We grow up in stories" held by our school. Before running 400 meters, I was eager to try, thinking that I could reach the finish line in less than a few seconds.
The game has started. As soon as the shot rang, we rushed forward as fast as we could. At first, I was as fast as Li Zhijie. When I grabbed the road, I finally overtook Li Zhijie.
Students outside the stadium kept cheering and shouting for us. I secretly said to myself: "I must sprint to the first place, Zhou Zhinan, come on!" " Once again, I tried my best to run ahead. Suddenly the cheers and cheers around seemed to disappear suddenly, and my head went blank, as if I had walked into a quagmire. The miracle happened again. A tall man appeared in front of me-Miss Li. He said to me in a crisp voice, "Come on, children!" " "
My consciousness gradually returned to normal, I let out a cry and continued to rush forward. I threw myself into Miss Lin's arms, and Miss Lin hugged me and walked to the commander's desk. Teacher Lin told me that I was the first. I won!
Teacher Lin turned around behind my back several times before I slowly returned to normal. Running 400 meters made me understand what it means to challenge the limit!
Everyone says I am an angel, but angels also have troubles. When newspapers and TV are full of enthusiasm for selling all kinds of diet pills, I worry that I am too thin.
One day, grandpa asked me to help him pour a glass of water, and he casually said, "Little monkey, can I have a glass of water?" I thought: everyone used to call me little monkey, but my grandfather came over and stopped calling me that. Why did he call me today? A little monkey reminded me. This ugly nickname "jumped out" from my mother's friend Aunt Li. I remember that day after school, my mother took me home. Chen Siyu! Suddenly I heard someone calling me and looked around. "Ah, it's Aunt Li." I said loudly, "Hello, Aunt Li." Aunt came to my side, touched my little arm with her hand and said to her mother, "hey, you are so thin, like a monkey." I will call you little monkey from now on. " I felt very sad after listening to it, so I poured out all my troubles to my brother. I didn't expect my brother to scream more smoothly. Hey. I'm so unlucky!
Eat more and exercise more to gain weight in the future!
I haven't been able to sleep honestly for a night since I came out of my mother's stomach. Every night before going to bed, grandma has to "queue up": a row of armchairs surround the bed as sentries, a quilt blocks the left and right sides of the bed, and two or three pillows are piled on the bed. Despite the "triple insurance", the quilt and pillow were expelled from the "bed" the next morning, and the nose naturally fell into a "traffic jam"-a bad cold and had to go to the hospital for intravenous drip. To this end, grandma broke her heart.
Last autumn, I often had nosebleeds. Grandma took me to see a doctor. The doctor said that my internal fire was too strong and suggested that I drink more chrysanthemum tea. Grandma shook her head and said, "She also drank a lot of chrysanthemum tea, and it didn't work at all." The doctor also suggested that grandma sew a chrysanthemum pillow for me to try. Hearing this, my grandmother sent me home first and said that she would go around.
When my grandmother came home panting, my parents and I had almost finished lunch. Holding a bulging plastic bag in her arms, she proudly said, "Today, I found a' land of feng shui'. There is a wasteland at the end of Lianhua Road, where there are many wild chrysanthemums. I have to prepare a big bag to pick up tomorrow. " Looking at her as happy as a child, my nose is a little sour, the road is so far, and my grandmother is so old. ...
In the following week, grandma, like a bee, walked around the flowers all day, picking, washing, drying and collecting ... Finally, the chrysanthemum pillow was made and gave off a faint chrysanthemum fragrance. I took it in my hand and weighed it. Not to mention, I haven't had a nosebleed since I slept with this chrysanthemum pillow.
Autumn came and winter came. Grandma asked my uncle to buy a few catties of buckwheat skin and sew me some big pillows. Spring has gone, summer has come, and grandma has run all over the streets to choose a light and breathable cold pillow for me. The wheels of the season turn and turn, and my pillows are changed one after another. The only constant is the deep love hidden in the pillow!
Fourth-grade narrative composition 6 Changes of hometown road Students, do you know where my hometown is? My hometown is located in Qinghua Township, Meixian County, the hometown of kiwifruit. The traffic here is very convenient. Every village is connected by cement roads, so people can travel easily. In the past, we only had dirt roads and gravel roads here, so the traffic was inconvenient and the roads were bumpy. When it rains, the road is even muddy and it is difficult to walk. Children must be escorted by their parents when they go to school. Kiwifruit, peppers and other crops can't be transported outside, and they are all broken at home. If you want to be rich, build roads first. With the support of the national policy of benefiting farmers, every village in the township has a cement road, and there are green belts, sidewalks, street lamps and other facilities on both sides of the road. It is convenient for people to travel. The farmer's uncle put his own grain on the road to dry, and transported his own kiwi, pepper and other crops to the market for trading. Customers from other places came to the fields and bought a large number of crops such as kiwifruit and pepper. With the in-depth implementation of the policy of benefiting farmers, every household has built new houses, and some have bought motorcycles and electric cars; Some people bought televisions and computers; Some even bought cars, and people in their hometown lived a good life. Every village has a villagers' activity square with all kinds of fitness equipment; Table tennis courts and basketball courts can always see people's activities. At night, street lights are like a city, and there is a bustling scene. We are a happy generation, living in tall buildings and walking on a wide and flat road. We should cherish the achievements of reform, strive to learn cultural knowledge well and repay our motherland, society and hometown when we grow up. Make your hometown more beautiful!
In daily life, I am a happy and sunny girl, but in your eyes, I am a timid and ignorant girl. I try to satisfy everyone and be a good girl, but the pressure on myself is getting bigger and bigger.
Just after handing out the papers, the exam is coming. Tired! Maybe many teachers think I am a good girl, because I did well in the exam and the teacher gave me many opportunities to exercise. I keep telling myself to be a simple person, but ... I'm tired ... I have a lot of trivial things to do all day. I am the monitor. Every morning, I am deprived of a few minutes of sleep. I have to go to class early. I am the teacher's little assistant, little teacher. Although there is not much homework every day, parents always buy some teaching materials for their children to do, but they don't do enough. In a word, they are tired.
How I wish China people were less traditional. Look at those foreign children. They finish school almost after 3 o'clock. They have no homework, no burden, freedom, and do whatever they want. And we ... forget it. ...
Have you heard a story? A foreign mother and her children are walking on the famous floodplain in China. Her 5-year-old son slipped and fell into the river. Instead of helping her, the mother encouraged her son to be brave. After more than ten minutes, the boy finally got up. At that time, tourists in China scolded the mother, but after listening to this story, I really appreciated the mother. She is so great that it is dangerous for her children to learn to grow up by themselves, but what if she succeeds?
Fourth-grade narrative composition 8 often listens to my mother's mouth chanting: "How time flies! Today, it got dark without doing anything. This month seems to have passed without feeling. This year will pass again ... "In fact, time flies, and even our children are deeply touched. The balance of 20xx is less than 10%. In retrospect, there are always so many regrets and unforgettable.
"Come here", this is the majestic command of my commander-in-chief (mother). I moved my steps carefully and finally moved to her side. However, I dare not look up at her expression at this time (I guess she glared and blushed, because this is her usual attitude when she was angry with me), and I kept my head down, always ready to be scolded. "This is your grades? What are you doing all day? Why can't others learn well and you can't learn well? Are you a born fool? Look at you, careless and procrastinating. Can you save me a snack? You give me a good reflection, and then write me a summary and plan, as your code of action this summer vacation ... "Back at my desk, I felt terrible, but I still had to carry it out. My original wonderful summer vacation plan has now fallen through. What is waiting for me is to complete the study task according to my daily schedule. I became clever from the initial wildness, not only because I didn't do well in the exam, but more importantly, I overheard my parents discussing transferring me from the countryside to the primary school in the town. If so, I must try to change myself, or I will be looked down upon by my classmates in the city, right? That summer vacation really made me gain a lot. Not only did I understand the problem-solving methods I didn't know before, but I also got praise from my mother from time to time. It's a double harvest.
School started in a blink of an eye, and my mother finally transferred me to this school, a new campus, new teachers and new classmates, which made me novel and had a new plan: I must constantly change myself here. With this little wish, I joined Class Two, Grade Four. I always remember my mother's nagging, "Don't be careless, okay?" So I concentrate on class and do my homework carefully, so there will always be an A in my exercise book from time to time. I tried to get on well with everyone in my class, so I quickly integrated into them and eliminated my previous fear of being discriminated against. I feel a special warmth here. I feel that I am changing invisibly. One thing is enough to prove my change.
I was going to organize a parent-teacher conference in my class. I wanted to play a joke on my mother and said that the teacher wanted parents to talk. My casual remark touched every nerve of my mother. I don't know how long I slept that night. When I woke up, the light in my parents' room was still on, and I vaguely heard what my parents were saying. Curiosity drove me close to the door of their bedroom. I found my mother writing something on her desk and kept muttering, "Do you think tomorrow's speech is specific?" I wonder if I made myself clear. Why don't I send the manuscript to my sister to help me revise it? After all, she is a teacher. I'm really afraid of embarrassing my daughter tomorrow. Look how sensible she is now. She studied hard and her grades improved. I also go to the library to read books on weekends. And help with housework, especially breakfast every weekend. She always gets up early to prepare for us, and it is stipulated that she must go back to her hometown to reunite with her grandparents every weekend ... "Looking at the happy smile on my mother's face, my heart feels inexplicable pain and my tears slip quietly. It turns out that I have changed so much in their eyes. I finally understand that, in fact, parents have very low requirements for happiness, and every progress and thoughtful words of their children will be the reason for their happiness.
That touched me a lot, so I must try my best to be myself and give my parents a reason to be happy. Although the year of 20xx is coming to an end, I hope to improve myself in the last month and present my truly outstanding self to everyone. The phrase "break the cocoon into a butterfly" inspired me to break the cocoon.