The 300-word composition 1 pen and ink in the fourth grade of primary school is becoming more and more proud because it is often praised by its owner.
One day, both pen and ink said that they had great skills, so they quarreled. After quarreling for a long time, no one can convince anyone. Later, they invited Uncle Paper to evaluate who had the greatest ability.
After listening to the reasons given by pen and ink, Uncle Paper asked them to compare on the spot.
The ink first flowed out of the pen belly, the paper was messy, the words were not written, and the painting was not like painting. The pen looked at it and laughed secretly. Then, the pen proudly walked around uncle paper, but no matter how hard the pen tried, there was not even a trace on the paper. At this time, the ink looked at the pen, and the pen looked at the ink. They all bowed their heads and said nothing.
Uncle Paper smiled and said, "Now you know, children, you each have your own skills, and no one can do without anyone!" " "
From then on, pen and ink works no longer compete with each other and closely cooperate with each other, becoming inseparable friends.
I am who I am, and I will never change.
I love to laugh, and I never pinch my laughing nerves. But let him vibrate freely, causing me a series of laughter, flying in all directions like a happy bird, even if it disturbs people around me. Because I'm happy.
I love to cry, but I never cry in a crowd. Endure it, endure it, find a place where no one is there, cry happily and freely, and let the "burst flood" take away all the grievances in my heart. Isn't it very happy?
I am quiet and like to hide in the noisy crowd and do my own thing silently. I don't like extra noise and leisure. Wherever it is quiet, I will go, enjoy my inner comfort alone, throw away all the odds and ends on my shoulders, and become a modern "hermit".
I am crazy, too. When I was quiet, I shouted at a lyric, which made my mother tremble. Also often mixed with some small pranks, screwed up and ran away; Fighting "and" one-on-one "with sisters (playing checkers), and" noise tactics "are also merciless, thus playing the banner of victory. Roll on the grass, jump in the pond (in summer), and spoil yourself. ...
Unexpectedly, I, a "good girl" who is usually in front of teachers and classmates, will look like this. Of course, I am the real me on weekdays, but others will only see my side and don't fully understand me. What I see is not a complete me, there will always be some one-sidedness!
However, I am who I am and will not change.
My family has a lovely kitten. Its hair is white, its body is fat, and its tail is short and thin. It's a little clown in our family.
This kitten has a round head and a small mouth. There are two black "glass balls" on her face, which are the eyes of a kitten. There is also a "chocolate bean" in the middle of her face, which is the kitten's nose. Kitten's ears are triangular. When they sleep, they stand up, fall down, stand up again and fall down again. Its body is like a football and its tail is like a short judge. When walking, its tail always wags. Kitten's legs are like four short and thin bamboos, and its footprints are like plum blossoms.
Kittens like to eat ham and drink milk. Although it is small, it has a big appetite. Once, I put a peeled ham sausage on its plate. 1 minute later, I came to the small plate and saw the puppy eat up a ham sausage. At night. Sometimes kittens sneak up to add food.
On the third day of the first month, our happy family of three went to the Chenghuang Temple to catch the temple fair. I saw many traditional folk arts at the temple fair, which was very interesting.
In the temple fair, there was a sugar blower who had never seen before. A mass of boiling sugar mud is in the artist's hand, blown and kneaded into different shapes. There are also dough sculptures, clay sculptures, naming, living charcoal paintings, juggling … and the most interesting thing is to play with monkeys.
The old artist brought a three-person performance to the little monkey family. The old artist asked the little monkey to stand at attention, and the little monkey immediately stood at attention, and the little monkey would salute the audience; Mother monkey showed her to turn right by riding a bicycle, but she never turned left. The old artist held out two fingers, indicating that the female monkey did two somersaults. When the old artist counted to three, the female monkey stopped immediately and didn't somersault. The very clever and hardworking female monkey also performed a flying knife. It's the monkey father's turn to throw the ball. The monkey father is lazy and only throws the low ball. Let him throw a high ball, he will push the monkey mother with his hand to let his wife perform, let the old artist put in a good word or scare him with a whip, but he just won't do it. The performance of the little monkey family brought laughter and applause to everyone. Monkey play is very interesting!
There are also some traditional snacks at the temple fair, such as batter, fried bean jelly and candied haws.
Through the annual temple fair, our traditional culture has been well preserved.
My campus is a place full of wisdom and books. It's big and beautiful. Let me introduce you!
Walking to the school gate, I saw a sign that read "xinmi city No.3 Primary School" in shiny Chinese characters. But our school has a more resounding name: "xinmi city Bayi Red Army Primary School". In the middle of the campus is a tall teaching building, which divides the school into two yards. When I walked into the gate, I saw a bright future. This is the front yard. There stands a tall flagpole in the center of the front yard, with a bright five-star red flag floating on it. There are long corridors on both sides of the gate, and many pages introducing the Red Army are hung on the corridors, which is a symbol of our becoming "August 1st Red Army Primary School". Walking through the long corridor, I came to the middle teaching building, which I am most familiar with and unforgettable, because there is my favorite library and calligraphy exhibition hall at the east end of the first floor, and there are art room, music room and dream classroom on the second floor. That's the most distinctive place in our school! There is also a lobby on the first floor leading to the backyard, which consists of several arched aisles. The hall is filled with many items, including books and calligraphy exhibitions. . . Wait, walk through the small hall, and it is the backyard (teaching building). You can often hear Lang Lang reading. There are stairs at the back, which can directly reach the newly-built small football field. There are two arches on the left side of the backyard to go to the playground. It's huge! Connecting the front yard and the small playground, every day after class, it is crowded with students playing, so lively!
I love my beautiful campus!
One day, I sat under a big tree and read a book. Suddenly, I saw a bird. I thought, if only I could have a pair of wings! I fell asleep thinking about it. I see that I have a pair of beautiful wings and can fly freely in the air. I flew to a big tree. I asked the bird, "Do you feel good about flying?" The bird replied, "It feels good! Because with wings, you can fly freely and go wherever you want. " The bird said that and flew away.
I can fly! Fly! I flew to Princess Butterfly's house and quietly walked beside her, trying to scare her. As a result, she found out, and she kindly said to me, "What can I do for you?" I said, "Excuse me, do you know where Mr. Bee lives?" Princess Butterfly said, "Sorry, I don't know." I listened and flew away disappointed. I flew and flew to the little ant's home. I asked the queen ant, "Do you know where Mr. Bee's home is?" The queen ant said, "I know, it's in the tree ahead." "Thank you!" I was very happy to thank the queen ant, and then I went straight to Mr. Bee. Fly and fly, I finally flew to Mr. Bee's house. "Hello!" Mr. Bee greeted me warmly. We chatted and tasted delicious honey, and the happy day passed unconsciously.
"Baby, get up." With my mother crying, my dream ended. I still have a smile on my face.
Chalk is made of gypsum. It is a cylinder, about six meters long. Seven centimeters. Usually white is used more. Besides white, there is green. Red. Yellow. Blue and so on. Chalk can write, mainly on the blackboard. Used for teaching.
Chalk is an indispensable tool in our students' study, and the math teacher uses it to teach us to solve difficult problems. Chinese teachers use it to teach us to read, and art teachers use it to teach us to draw.
Children who just learned to count 1, 2, 3, 4 ... just met. Go down. To the left The right children and so on are all taught by our teachers with these small pieces of chalk. Day after day, year after year, how many small pieces of chalk changed from a finger-long body to a little finger until it finally disappeared. How many students trained it, but it never asked for compensation. They sacrificed themselves for us and achieved others. This spirit really deserves our respect and admiration.
However, chalk also has a small disadvantage, that is, it does great harm to our human skin. Our teacher uses it in class every day, and after using it again and again, the teacher's hands will itch and hurt after a long time, because chalk is made of gypsum, which is very harmful to human skin. Therefore, we must study hard to be worthy of the teacher's efforts.
Chalk, I am very grateful to you, because you let us learn a lot of knowledge. I think I must use what I have learned to invent a kind of chalk that is harmless to human body in the future, so that our teacher's hand will not be hurt.
I should always keep the belief that nothing is difficult in the world, as long as I am willing to climb. This sentence will always inspire us to learn and make progress. Once, when I came home from school, I put down my schoolbag and did my homework. When I was about to finish my math homework, the last "difficult problem" stumped me. I didn't even think about it, so I shouted as usual, "Mom, mom, you're here!" " I have a problem that I can't do. "Mom ignored me, and I shouted again in a louder voice. Mom still ignores me. I immediately flew into a rage, slammed my pen on the table and closed the book hard. Then, I rolled my eyes and stared at the book and said, "No! If you don't teach me, I want to do Chinese. "
Hearing this, my mother came up to me and said, "Come on, let me tell you something." She picked up the pen and made a gesture on the draft book. I read the title again. Wow! At my mother's instigation, I did all these questions. It was too easy. I teach them the second grade. Mother said earnestly, "In fact, you can do all these questions, but you don't want to do them yourself and want others to help you." . You don't use your brain, just like a sharp steel knife. If you don't use it, it will rust and become a waste knife. "I listened carefully to my mother's words, and my heart was suddenly enlightened. Ah! Isn't this a famous saying in the book? " Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb! "I remembered this experience and wrote' Nothing is difficult for a willing mind' on a big piece of paper and posted it in my room. I watch it every day. It has become my life belief, constantly inspiring me to move forward.
The weather is like a fickle face. Just now it was clear in Wan Li, and now it's raining.
Lightning flashed across the sky like a silver sword, rumbling, rumbling, and then it rained cats and dogs.
Some people, not ready, wear half-sleeved undershirts; Some people run back quickly, whether their shoes and trouser legs are wet or not; The others were soaked in the rain. The prepared people were downstairs brushing the screen window, and the bubbles flowed all over the floor. After painting, they put the screen window on the lawn to let the rain shower. These people are really happy.
You may think rain is colorless, but I think rain is colored. You see, the rain falls on the lawn and the grass turns green; Rain fell on the flowers, and the flowers turned red; When rain falls on people's umbrellas, they become colorful; When rain falls on everything, everything becomes beautiful colors. In this way, it can be said that rain is a magical magician, and it can change the color of everything.
The rain is still falling, and the trees, flowers and grass are all happy. They all seem to be begging for water with their mouths open. They drank enough water and welcomed the next day happily.
The rain stopped, and when I opened the window, a stream of soil and flowers rushed into my nostrils. Ah!
It smells delicious and gives people a refreshing feeling.
This heavy rain, how I love you!
300-word composition in the fourth grade of primary school 10 He is 10 years old this year. He is not tall, with a big head and big bright eyes. He always reads the wrong questions. He walked lightly, like a gust of wind.
He loves to cry. Once in an exam, he misread an application problem, which happened to be the one with the highest score-10. The paper was handed out, and he only got 73 points. The teacher just finished criticizing, but before the teacher finished, his eyes began to "rain" and finally began to "rain cats and dogs", which made a whole class. The teacher said to him, "Men don't cry lightly. Are you a man? " He nodded, then rushed out of the classroom and ran to the bathroom. ...
He loves sports. What race, high jump, long jump ... He knows everything and is excellent, so he can be called the "athlete" in our class. When physical education class ran the race, I saw that he was not tall, and I thought: He should not be my opponent. Who knows that he runs at the head of the class, like a "leader". He showed his talent in the sports meeting organized by the school. He is at the top of the school in running and throwing softball, which has won honor for our class. The whole class cheered for his victory.
He is my classmate-Luo Huajie, a boy who loves crying and sports.