In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone will come into contact with composition more or less. According to the characteristics of propositional writing, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. So how to write a good composition? Below are 8 Qingming compositions for fourth graders that I compiled for you. I hope they will be helpful to you. Qingming Composition for Fourth Graders Part 1

Flowers are used to honor the heroes, and the spring breeze sends condolences. On the morning of April 1st, all our fourth-grade students at Mingjing Primary School, led by their teachers, went to the Revolutionary Martyrs Monument to carry out Qingming Festival activities to pay homage to the revolutionary martyrs and the great achievements of our ancestors.

The students, dressed neatly in class uniforms and with bright red scarves on their chests, set off from the school in groups. Due to the long distance and the mountain climbing, my legs could hardly move, but When I think of the martyrs who have overcome countless hardships and hardships for their ideals, and are not even afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice, what does my tiredness mean? So I gritted my teeth, followed the team, and moved on.

The tall monument to the revolutionary martyrs is surrounded by pines and green cypress trees. We walked up the stairs with solemn expressions. In front of the solemn monument to the revolutionary martyrs, the student representatives laid wreaths to the monument and everyone stood solemnly. At this moment, those naughty and talkative classmates also consciously closed their chatter boxes. Under the banner of the Young Pioneers, we solemnly raised our right hands to salute the monument, expressing our condolences to the revolutionary martyrs who are buried here and expressing our respect. .

While observing a moment of silence at the Martyrs Monument, I closed my eyes, and it seemed as if those heroes who sacrificed their lives and shed blood for New China appeared in front of me. I understood that our happy and beautiful life today is the result of countless revolutionaries. Bought with the blood of martyrs. I secretly made up my mind to cherish this golden childhood and read good books for the rise of China.

"We are the successors of communism, inheriting the glorious tradition of our revolutionary ancestors... marching bravely for our ideals..." In front of the tall monument, all the young pioneers sang "Chinese Youth" "The Pioneer Team Song" expresses our feelings and ambitions to inherit the legacy of the martyrs and move forward bravely along the footsteps of the martyrs. The loud singing resounded throughout Nanshan and continued to echo in the mountains.

Finally, we silently circled the monument to the revolutionary martyrs, presented the small white flowers in our hands, and expressed our condolences to the heroes who were buried here.

Although the heroic soul has passed away, the spirit remains. If yesterday we were still ignorant children, but today we have begun to realize that we also have a heavy burden on our shoulders, because we are already teenagers. A strong youth makes a country strong, and the spirit of heroes will surely inspire us to study hard. Learn your skills and serve your motherland.

Rest in peace, heroes! Fourth Grade Qingming Composition Part 2

Hey, hurry up. I’m getting up. You haven’t forgotten. Are you going to see grandpa today? "My mother's timer alarm clock broke my dream. Yes, today I have to go to Beilun to sweep the grave. If it is later, it will be too late. After I washed up at a lightning speed, I jumped into my mother's car.

< p> Every year during Qingming Festival, we are always accompanied by drizzle, and people’s moods will be silent in this misty rain. This year is no exception. Sitting in the car, I couldn’t help but think of Du Fu’s poem: It rained heavily during the Qingming Festival, and people on the road were dying...

We came to the cemetery in Beilun, and soon arrived in front of my grandfather's tomb. Grandma quickly placed some of the offerings she had prepared in advance. On the table: Qingming fruit, cakes, fruits, wine... My father and I added some soil to the tomb, and my mother put flowers on it and lit incense. We kowtowed to grandpa one by one. The last step was to put "". Play the drum "Gold Ingot" and give it to grandpa.

At this moment, I can't help but remind me of the happy time when I was with my grandpa. At that time, my grandpa took me to see the sea and catch fish every day. Crab, always so happy and joyful every time he lies on Grandpa's shoulder! Now that I can no longer see Grandpa, I can't help but feel sad.

The grave-sweeping ceremony is over, although it is very brief. , but very solemn. "Grandpa wishes you a happy life in Paradise. We will definitely come to see you again today next year!" "I said silently in my heart... Fourth Grade Qingming Composition Part 3

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like dying. "Every Qingming Festival, people will recite this poem by Du Mu. Today is Qingming Festival again, and my mother took me to the Huxi Martyrs Cemetery to pay homage to the tombs of the martyrs.

With the drizzle of rain, we walked Going up the steps of the Martyrs Cemetery, we felt the air was so fresh after the rain. We looked up at the Martyrs Memorial Tower with reverence and saw the words "Huxi Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Tower" written in large red characters on the monument. Surrounded by some inscriptions by literati and some heroic deeds, I seemed to have entered a scene where the Red Army marched forward bravely in the face of ferocious and brutal enemies without flinching at all...

We marched on. On the wet asphalt path, we came to the Martyrs Memorial Hall again. The administrator told us many heroic deeds. During the Anti-Japanese War, three military division commanders of the Chinese Communists died fighting the Japanese invaders in southwestern Shandong. They are Zhu Cheng, the "iron army general" who shed the last drop of blood, Xu Qiu, who "cut off the queen alone", and Xu Yi, who "leads the army".

I was very moved after hearing the heroic deeds. It was the blood and sweat of countless revolutionary martyrs who protected our home and country that gave us the happy life we ??have today. I must study hard, grow up healthily, and grow up Contribute your own strength and serve the country. Qingming Festival Composition for Fourth Graders Part 4

This afternoon, our school organized the fourth graders to go on an outing to the North District. We lined up neatly and set off happily under the leadership of the teacher.

Jinshui Lake Park is so beautiful in spring! As soon as we arrived at the park entrance, we rushed in and enjoyed the beautiful scenery!

We passed a peach blossom forest, and at this time the peach blossoms had opened their smiling faces to welcome us. One after another, the peach blossoms are as pink as the clouds and extremely beautiful. There are still several fluffy, yellow little bees flying in the peach blossoms, and they are working hard!

We passed the apple forest, and the snow-white and pink flowers filled our eyes. The bursts of fragrance made us take a deep breath, and then another deep breath!

We passed through a bamboo forest, and the emerald green and dark green bamboos swayed in the wind. The fresh and simple smell reminded me of the unknown heroes who lived in seclusion in the mountains and the funny and cute national treasure giant pandas in the novel. imagine.

In addition to enjoying the beautiful scenery, we also excerpted many famous quotes and ancient poems to enrich our minds.

Although today’s outing is tiring, I think it is very meaningful: it allows us to get close to nature, appreciate the beautiful spring scenery, and relax us in the tense study life. Fourth Grade Qingming Composition Part 5

The annual Qingming Festival is here again. Like last year, I went to visit my grandpa’s grave with my mother. On the way, I kept asking my mother: "Mom, mom, what does grandpa look like?" Mom always said amiably: "Just like mom!" My grandpa was in the fourth grade when my mom was in school. He died at that time without leaving a single photo. Whenever other classmates mention how kind my grandpa is to them, I always feel envious and sad.

When we arrived at grandma’s house, we were greeted by grandma who was over sixty years old. I came to the room, folded paper flowers, and folded my thoughts into the paper. In the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and my mother, aunt, and grandma went to the mountain to visit my grandfather's grave under the scorching sun. As soon as I reached the bottom of the mountain and looked up, I saw a green scene all over the mountain. The aunt carried the hoe and removed the grass for a while, and then cut off the thorn vine. After a while, a small road was "opened" by us.

When I came to my grandfather’s grave, the first thing I saw was a moss-covered clay pot. It was sealed tightly and only a small part of it was exposed to the ground. It contained my grandfather’s ashes. The aunt and grandma started weeding. They hoeed the mangosteens on the grave, and then cut the weeds. After a while, a clean grave appeared in front of us.

I quickly took out the paper flower ribbon from the bag and sprinkled it on my grandfather’s grave. Finally, I placed a beautiful bouquet of chrysanthemums in a clay pot. My mother said that chrysanthemums represent the longing for the deceased relatives. . At this time, the tomb turned into a large flower chair like magic. Grandma also placed plump duck eggs, fragrant meat, red apples, sweet and delicious six-flavored candied fruits in front of the grave...

We lit incense, raised the incense with both hands and lined up in a line to offer sacrifices to grandpa. bye. Afterwards, we burned paper money and set off firecrackers. "Pa bang bang..." The sound of the cannon seemed to be grandpa's blessing to us.

Suddenly, my nose felt sore and I burst into tears: "Grandpa, Grandpa, I want grandpa!" My mother said to me, "My child, don't cry! It's impossible to resurrect a dead person. You Although grandpa is gone, he will be very pleased to know that his grandson is healthy and well-behaved. As long as you study hard and get good grades, you will miss grandpa the best." I nodded sensibly. Then, my mother took my hand and walked down the mountain with everyone.

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying..."Grandpa, I must study hard and strive for better results. Fourth Grade Qingming Composition Part 6

On a sunny Sunday, my mother and I rode a bicycle to the countryside for an outing. It was also my first outing this spring.

Facing the warm sunshine and the gentle breeze, I feel particularly comfortable. On the road, there are big trees that have just sprouted buds everywhere on both sides of the road, and the air is very fresh. This is the coming of spring.

When I arrived in the suburbs, I looked around and saw that the sky was blue and blue, with almost no clouds at all. The birds were chirping and singing spring songs on the branches, as if to welcome the arrival of spring. The grass peeked out from the ground, looking particularly fresh and tender. In front of me is an endless wheat field, and the wheat is already green. The snow in the wheat field has melted under the sunshine, making the wheat appear greener. Looking over there, there are pieces of golden rapeseed flowers, some have already bloomed, and some are in bud. The wild flowers all over the ground are colorful, some are red, some are yellow, some are pink, the colors are bright and especially bright. This is simply a colorful world.

We should go to the countryside more often, breathe some fresh air, and have more contact with nature. This can not only relax our mind, but also broaden our knowledge. I am so happy.

Fourth Grade Qingming Composition Chapter 7

Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind keeps the willow trees from falling. Today, my grandpa and I went to visit the grave together. On the road, from time to time we see passers-by who are commemorating their loved ones like us. The scene is like "passers-by on the road are dying of grief".

Go through the country road and come to the cemetery. The first person we visited was my great-grandmother. I inserted the greenest, largest and longest wicker stick on my great-grandmother’s grave. While placing the sacrifices on the paper prepared in advance, my grandfather murmured sadly: "Mom, I came to see you today. Xiaohui took Jiaojiao to Zhengzhou. Xiaohui is busy with business and has no time to come back. Jiaojiao." I'm back." I was also infected by my grandfather's sadness. With tears in my eyes, I said tremblingly in the cold air: "Grandma, I am your great-granddaughter - Jiaojiao. My academic performance has improved a lot now. I am still writing a novel. Since my mother cannot come back, I would like to send my regards to you on behalf of my mother. May you rest in peace under the Nine Springs!"

We lit the fire and put the "gold mountain", "silver" and underworld. All the money was put into the faint fire, and we watched the wisps of green smoke carrying our blessings and remembrances to the heaven where our great-grandmother lived.

Fearing that the driver who picked us up would be impatient, my grandfather and I briefly visited the graves of two other relatives, and finally bowed three times affectionately before leaving.

There are many tombs on the north and south hills, and Qingming festivals are held in various ways.

Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears and blood turn into red cuckoos. Fourth Grade Qingming Composition Part 8

Different Qingming Festival, different moods, different weather, and different ways of celebrating it. This Qingming Festival is unforgettable for me.

In the past Qingming Festival, I only spent time watching TV, going shopping with my family, or doing homework at home. But this year, like many people, I have to visit the graves of my relatives because my grandpa, who loved me the most and loved me the most during his lifetime, has passed away, and I feel extremely sad.

My mother, uncles, aunts and I came to the grave with shovels, candles, incense, paper money and some tributes, and couldn't help but think of the past. My grandpa was very kind to me before! I heard from my mother that I was raised by my grandma and grandpa since I was a child. When I was a child, my grandma cooked and dressed me. Grandpa washed my diapers and clothes. Whenever my grandpa had something delicious, he would call me over and say, "Ning Ning, I don't like to eat, you can take it and eat it!" I would pick up the food my grandpa gave me and go to it with my brothers and sisters. After eating, at that time, I really thought that grandpa didn’t like to eat. Later, when I grew up, I realized that grandpa left all the food to me because he loved me and couldn’t bear to eat it.

After I entered elementary school, every time I went to my grandpa’s house, he liked to watch theater, but I didn’t. So every time he went there, he would hand the remote control into my hand and say, "Ning Ning, just tune in to your favorite program! Grandpa, I'm tired of watching it!" It all seemed like yesterday, I could still remember it vividly, and I couldn't help but cry. It couldn't help but fall straight down.

Now that my grandpa is no longer alive, I feel like crying whenever I mention my relatives.

Grandpa, I hope there will be no pain in heaven! I hope he can live happily in heaven!