Fourth grade primary school composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone has the experience of writing essays, and they are very familiar with them. Writing essays can exercise our habit of being alone, calm down, and think about our future. direction. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? Below is a fourth-grade elementary school composition I compiled for you. I hope it will be helpful to you. Fourth Grade Elementary School Composition 1

Everyone says: Parents’ love is so great and selfless. Well, after that incident, I understood the great love of my parents better.

When I was a child, I didn’t understand my parents and I was always fighting with them.

When I was 3 years old, I once had a quarrel with them over a trivial matter. I felt very angry, so I locked myself in the bedroom to vent my anger.

After about half an hour, my parents’ anger subsided and they asked me to go out to eat. Before my anger subsided, I could see how sincere they were, so I felt my hungry stomach and decided to eat.

I was ready to open the door and go out, but I couldn't. I hit and kicked hard, but I couldn't open the door. I had no choice but to cry happily in the room.

My parents looked for the key to open the door, but I locked the door and the key couldn't open it. My parents patiently taught me how to open the door, but I was so stupid that I couldn't open the door. After about 15 minutes, my parents couldn't bear it anymore. My mother was so anxious that she was running around.

Finally, my father came up with a solution. He said to his mother: "I climbed through the window from the hut to the bedroom to open the door." When his father spoke, he looked serious and made great determination. "No." My mother stepped forward and stopped my father and said, "It's too dangerous for you to do this! If you fall down from this fourth floor, you will die!" "Get out of the way, you can't control that much!" Maybe this is too nervous, too much. Excited, my father's voice became louder.

My father began to climb through the window, and my mother and I were both heartbroken.

Ah, my father finally made it to the bedroom safely. My mother and I were finally relieved.

At this moment, I understand that the love of my parents is such a love that does not care about life and death. At that time, there will be no fear. Fourth grade primary school composition 2

This year’s Mid-Autumn Festival is different from previous years. Mom and dad don’t have to go to work, and the Mid-Autumn Festival coincides with the National Day holiday. Our family reunited and had a very happy time. Especially eating dumplings on the Mid-Autumn Festival is even more unforgettable for me.

On the morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival, my father bought some dumpling wrappers and suggested that our family make a meal of dumplings with our own hands. My mother and I agreed very much and actively participated in the activity of making dumplings. Dad mixed green onions, garlic and pork and chopped them into dumpling fillings, and then the family of three sat around making dumplings. The dumplings made by mom and dad are very beautiful and they are made very quickly. But I made the dumplings very ugly. The wrappers were torn and the fillings often fell out. My mother said: "Don't worry, learn how to make dumplings slowly, it doesn't matter if you make more or less." I really envy their skill in making dumplings.

The dumplings are in the pot. I kept walking around, always shouting to cook them quickly and pick them up because I really wanted to eat the dumplings early. But my mother didn't panic at all, and even added cold water to the pot two or three times. There were 32 dumplings per day. After the pot was cooked, I rushed to share the dumplings with the whole family. Mom and Dad have 10 each, and I have 12. Dad smiled and said: "Don't be greedy, you won't be able to finish it." I quickly replied: "Don't worry, I promise to eat it all!" Mom and Dad both laughed after hearing this. The dumplings this time were particularly delicious. I always wolfed them down and swallowed 8 of them in one go. Then there was nothing I could do, so I had to put all the remaining 4 into Dad's bowl. Dad smiled again, nodded and said to me: "That's about right. You know, no matter how delicious something is, you won't find it delicious if you eat too much."

I kept nodding my head in agreement. I knew that my father would educate me best through the little things in life. He made me understand that we should not be greedy about many things. If you are greedy too much, it will not be a good thing. Now, I finally understand the meaning of "being content and always happy"! Fourth Grade Elementary School Composition 3

Dad often says that spring is the best season in Shanghai. There are beautiful scenery everywhere, so you can’t miss it easily! So I asked my parents to take me to find the beauty of spring.

Last weekend, we came to Binjiang Forest Park and entered the gate. In front of us was a large green lawn, with dense woods in the distance, and a small river like a long belt, quietly flowing from the lawn and woods. flow between. I found that the trees by the river in the distance were blooming with a large number of flowers, red and pink. From a distance, they looked like they were covered with a big flower quilt. I hurriedly pulled my father and ran over cheering. When I got closer, I saw clearly that it was a brilliant field of azaleas.

And not only these, there is also a winding path hidden behind the trees. On both sides of the path are patches of rhododendron forests, and further inside are tall trees. Rhododendrons of various colors and budding flower bones are colorful, embracing each other, overlapping and intertwining. There are many unknown small wild flowers on the side, who also come to join in the fun. The tall trees are like teachers directing, and the clusters of azaleas are like primary school students, lining up neatly, quietly waiting to perform wonderful performances. Those unknown little flowers, like kindergarten dolls, stretch out. He was cradling his neck, waiting excitedly to see the excitement.

Suddenly, a clear child's voice came from a distance, "Brother, you can't pick flowers. The teacher said that flowers are for people to see." The young man who wanted to pick the flowers retracted his hand in embarrassment. There was warm applause around him, and the little girl's face showed a bright smile like a flower.

At this time, I suddenly understood that the beauty of spring is not only the scenery we see in front of us, but also the smiles on people’s faces and the beautiful memories in their hearts. I think I have found the beauty of spring! Fourth Grade Primary School Composition 4

Hua Junwu is a famous cartoonist in my country. His works are vivid and vivid, and powerfully satirize the bad phenomena in society. And his "Fake Illiteracy" made my thoughts fluctuate even more.

The four grown men in the painting had their eyes closed and their hands in their pockets, standing at the "area where mothers and children boarded the bus" with a clear conscience, but they pushed a woman holding a child out of the station. Regardless of the feelings of the mother and son, they were seen shivering in the cold wind. In the harsh winter, the mother and son looked so helpless and helpless.

The "mother and child boarding area" is designed to facilitate women with children to board the bus, but four "educated" people were allowed to board the bus first. Can we say that they are not "illiterates"?

In life, there are really too many "fake illiterates". In the cinema, a line of eye-catching characters has just been printed on the screen: "Please do not smoke." But where are the people? The cigarette flickering in the corner of his mouth still refused to put down. Their heads were surrounded by a cloud of blue smoke. The environment they were in was like a misty "wonderland", but they had their legs crossed, and their demeanor as if there was no one around them was more like "gods". Is he just illiterate? Otherwise, how could he not see the big words? I think they are not illiterate, but "politely illiterate".

China is a country of etiquette. As Chinese people, we should inherit the traditions of our ancestors. The Guangzhou Asian Games will be opening soon. As the "hosts", we should welcome every tourist from all over the world with courtesy and courtesy.

Let us be polite and courteous from now on, and let those "fake illiterates" disappear from the scene. Fourth grade primary school composition 5

People say: "There is heaven above, and Suzhou and Hangzhou below." I heard that Zhangjiagang Park in our city is beautiful with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and it is a perfect portrayal of Suzhou gardens. So I decided to use my break to visit Zhangjiagang Park and feast my eyes on it.

After entering the gate and walking along the winding path, you will arrive at a group of rockeries of various shapes. I have heard about the rolling Daxingan Mountains and climbed the majestic Purple Mountain, but I have never seen such a picturesque rockery group in Zhangjiagang Park. The rockery group is so beautiful. Wild vines emerge from the caves and wrap around the entire rockery. Green leaves stretch out to catch the sunlight. The colors are really bright. The rockery group is so strange. They stand out one after another. They rise with different postures, like tigers, birds, and dolphins, and they are ever-changing; the rockery group is really dangerous, with dangerous peaks standing upright and jagged rocks, as if they may fall down at any time.

Next to the rockery group is a beautiful pond. The water in the pond is so bright. When the sun shines on it, it reflects like a bright light on a large mirror, which makes me unable to open my eyes. The pond’s water is so bright. The water is so clear, so clear that I can clearly see the fish swimming in groups and playing in the pond; the water in the pond is so cold, I sat on the cruise ship and dipped my hands into the water, and suddenly felt It’s cool and so comfortable!

There is also a neat forest in Zhangjiagang Park. Among them, my favorite at this time is the green pine trees. Yes, aren't the pine trees here just like the undulating sea? Look, there are beautiful laces on the beach, which are small camphor trees. The leaves are bright green and bright yellow. Under the sun, the edges of the large green pine trees are flashing with the shadows of the camphor trees. Isn’t it just like beautiful waves?

In the woods, I also discovered some looming little wild flowers. Their tangy floral fragrance attracted many small purple butterflies, flying around the flowers. It was really unforgettable.

What a beautiful Zhangjiagang Park, you are a shining pearl in our city! Fourth Grade Primary School Composition 6

On the sea of ??life, teacher, you are like a tall beacon, standing on the vast sea, guiding us all the time! I sincerely praise honesty, and I even more praise Teacher You, my head teacher for three years.

Teacher You was my class teacher in three years. Teacher You’s face is like a melon seed, his eyes are like two black pearls, very energetic, and his long black hair is so beautiful! Teacher You's clothes are very fashionable.

Teacher You is very strict with us. One time, my deskmate failed to water the flowers, and Teacher You scolded him severely. From then on, my deskmate never dared not water the flowers again.

But even though Teacher You is very strict, there are also times when he is kind. That time, I forgot to collect my math homework, so I didn't do it. On Monday, I happened to meet Teacher You. Teacher You asked me: "Li Ruiting, have you done your math homework?" I lowered my head and whispered, "No... no." I thought Teacher You didn't listen. arrive. But Teacher You heard it. I was very afraid that Teacher You would scold me, but I only heard Teacher You say something kindly: "Why didn't you do it? After school tonight, you stayed there to do it." After that, , Teacher You left.

School is over! The students walked out of the classroom one after another. I was sitting there making up my homework, and Teacher You was reviewing the weekend homework of my classmates. After a while, I finished my homework, handed it to Teacher You, and went to collect my schoolbag. Just as I was about to leave, Teacher You stopped me and said, "Come here." I listened, put down my schoolbag, and walked over. It turned out that I got a question wrong. At this time, Teacher You patiently taught me again and asked me: "Have you learned it?" I nodded. Then, I carried my schoolbag and went home.

Under Teacher You’s careful teaching, our class achieved very good results.

It takes ten years to grow trees and a hundred years to cultivate people. Teacher You’s teachings will be something I will never forget forever! Fourth Grade Primary School Composition 7

On this day, the sun was shining brightly and the breeze was blowing. We moved chairs and lined up neatly to the north playground. Ha, guess what we are going to tell you. The new semester has begun, and today we are going to hold the opening ceremony.

Our overflowing little faces were filled with longing and expectations, and we ran straight to the playground with excitement and joy, as if we had stepped on a cloud of happiness. When I came to the North playground, I saw a huge crowd of people there. All the students gathered there at the same time, as if they were going to a market.

The opening ceremony began, and everyone calmed down. At this time, they sat quietly in their seats, silent and silent, like shy little girls. Under the chatter of the principal and directors, we listened with rapt attention. But I don’t know how much time has passed, these few minutes seem like waiting for several years, and get out of class has not ended yet. The sun is getting stronger and stronger, like an unsympathetic stranger. The few rays of golden light he screened were like thousands of sharp arrows, shining on the students' bodies and on their foreheads that were already filled with sweat beads. Even the cool breeze couldn't resist the "sharp sword" of the sun. The students couldn't bear it anymore, and the playground immediately exploded and made a lot of noise. Their noise really annoyed me to death! So I regarded them as nothing but air and didn't bother to pay attention to them.

"The following are the academic results of the third grade." I don't know who said it. I came to my senses and it turned out to be Principal Wang who was about to report the academic results of the previous semester. "The third place in the second class of the third grade..." Jiang Yun ranked sixth, Mei Yuting ranked tenth..." Although I have long understood that I am ranked tenth, it is still pouring rain and thunder rolling in my heart. I was very discouraged and blamed myself in a low voice, "It's all your fault. If it wasn't your fault, I wouldn't be in tenth place!" At this time, a burst of warm applause passed by my ears, it was the classmates. The applause filled my heart with confidence and gave me the courage to face difficulties. I am extremely grateful to you.

In the future I will study harder and strive for good results. One day I will also get the first place and stand on that glorious stage. Fourth Grade Primary School Composition 8

During the Spring Festival, Jiangsu folk, in addition to pasting Spring Festival couplets, hanging New Year pictures, keeping the year old, lion dancing, New Year greetings and other customs that are the same as those across the country, there are also some unique customs, several of which are now compiled. For the enjoyment of readers.

Suzhou people put cooked water chestnuts in their meals on New Year’s Eve and dig them out when eating. It is called digging for ingots. It is a way to communicate with relatives and friends. Then when making tea, they put two green olives in it. It is called drinking ingot tea. Congratulations. Get rich.

On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, people in Wujin hung the portraits of their ancestors in the middle hall, offered tea, fruits and rice cakes, and the whole family performed New Year's greetings in turn, which is called worshiping the shadow of gods. They were not allowed to sweep the floor from the outside of their homes, for fear of sweeping away their wealth and good fortune, so they could only sweep from the outside in.

Jiangning people have the custom of playing sacred drums during the Spring Festival. A big flag opens the way, and gongs and drummers beat the drums vigorously to add to the fun. Night drums are played on the third day of the lunar month, seven drums are played on the seventh day of the lunar month, and shirtless drums are played from the 13th to the 15th day of the lunar month. Drums, the atmosphere is lively.

Nantong people have the custom of planting sesame stalks, holly, and cypress branches at the door of their homes or in front of their halls. At this time, they hope that life will bloom and be green all year round.

Huaiyin people also have the custom of baking their children’s hair on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year. At night, children are taken to the open field to light torches to drive away diseases and evil spirits. While roasting, they sing: Roast the head to wake up the brain. Roast the feet to straighten the steps. Roast the belly to prevent diarrhea. Roast the whole body to prevent diseases. Never seen again.

On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, Wuxi fishermen have the custom of taking a boat to the Xishan Mountain to worship the Yuwang Temple, to pray for the blessing of the water god and to worship Aobo Buddha, which is called Shangshang. After the Yuwang Temple was demolished, this custom gradually became indifferent.

During the Spring Festival, there are still many taboos in the old customs in Jiangsu, such as not using scissors on the first day of the year to avoid quarrels; not using kitchen knives to avoid death; not eating porridge for fear of encountering someone when going out. Rain; not sweeping the floor for fear of sweeping away all fortune, etc. With the popularization of scientific knowledge, many unscientific customs have gradually been forgotten; however, healthy and beneficial entertainment and leisure activities have continued. Fourth Grade Primary School Composition 9

I love the magnificence of peonies, I love the whiteness and elegance of narcissus, I love the grace and splendor of roses, but I love the perseverance and unyieldingness of chrysanthemums, their proud frost and snow!

After the gestation of spring and the brewing of summer, the chrysanthemums are blooming in this autumn when the flowers are withering. It seems to be to fill the vacancy at this time and make this depressed autumn not look desolate!

Look, the flowers of chrysanthemums are big and small, the big ones are like hydrangeas, and the small ones are like jasper. They are so beautiful. Looking at the petals again, some look like a girl's curly hair, some look like a grandfather's crutches, some look like dragon's claws, and some look like fountain sprinkles, all different. There are many colors of chrysanthemums, red like fire, yellow like gold, white like snow, green like jade, pink like a cloud, and white with green, which is more quiet and elegant. Colorful and beautiful

Look at the field of chrysanthemums. From a distance, they look like a green carpet embroidered with many large colorful flowers. Up close, they have a special interest. Look at this one, it’s beautiful, and look at that one too. It's beautiful; smelling this one is very fragrant, smelling that one is also very fragrant. Dazzling. This one looks like a shy little girl, with half-open face, but that one is in full bloom, welcoming the golden autumn with a smile, and the other one is just a flower bone, full as if it is about to burst, and it can’t wait. I want people to have a glimpse of her peerless youth.

Look at that chrysanthemum, stay away from the group of chrysanthemums, as if you don’t want to be with them. Indeed, it stands out from the crowd. Although it is unique, it makes people feel a unique style of the individual. The dark green The leaves are stacked on top of each other, and at this time, they are like stars holding the moon, setting off the white flowers, making it even more tranquil, lofty, sacred and refined.

Looking at the chrysanthemums, I couldn't help but think of my long-lost friend. At this time, he loved growing flowers and grass as much as chrysanthemums. Perhaps by subtle influence, he also possesses the advantages of chrysanthemum. Chrysanthemum contributes its beauty for people to appreciate, while he contributes his remaining light and heat. Chrysanthemum is not afraid of cold, proud of frost and snow, but he is not troubled by difficulties. Knock down and survive in the face of adversity. I admire you!

I love the beautiful chrysanthemums, and I love people with the spirit of chrysanthemums even more! Fourth Grade Primary School Composition 10

Flowers are grateful to the rain and dew, because the rain and dew nourish them to grow; the goshawk is grateful to the sky, because the sky allows it to fly; the mountains are grateful to the earth, because the earth makes it tower high; I am grateful to many, many people. Especially my parents, they not only gave me life, but also gave me a lot.

Parents’ love is sweet and dedicated. They always feed me delicious dishes, buy beautiful clothes for me to wear, new toys for me to play with, and funny books for me to read.

Parents’ love is encouraging and comforting. I remember one time I only scored 80 points on a math test. I thought to myself: I will definitely be criticized this time when I go back. I returned home dejectedly with my test paper in hand. My parents quickly asked me with concern why I was unhappy. I told them the results of the exam truthfully. Instead of blaming me, my mother said gently: "Yu'er, it's okay. Be more serious next time and just correct your careless shortcomings. The score does not mean that you are good at Mom." status in my heart." Dad also looked at me with encouragement. Since then my grades have continued to improve.

Parents’ love is great and unrequited. One winter when I was in first grade, it rained, and my father quickly came to pick me up with an umbrella. Seeing that the umbrella was not big, he carried me home. I was dry when I got home, but found that my father was very wet. And my father is still suffering from a cold, which makes it worse! I quickly went to pat the rain off my father's body, and my father said happily: "It doesn't matter, my father is still strong!"

I thought: I want to be the pistachio of my parents. When they are tired, help them beat their backs and make a cup of tea; when they are worried, tell them jokes and some interesting things at school, and try to make my parents happy as much as they make me happy.

Friends, let us sing a song of thanksgiving for our dear parents! Fourth Grade Elementary School Composition 11

During the summer vacation, grandma saw a lot of garbage in the flower bed and felt it was very unpleasant, so she said, "Let's go and clean the garden!" After saying that, she picked up the pliers and bag and walked towards garden. Out of curiosity, I went with my grandma.

Arrived at the outer edge of the garden, grandma started to work. First, grandma picked up the garbage in the outside circle. To be honest, people nowadays really don't pay attention to public hygiene. Packaging bags, wine bottles, paper... are littered all over the floor. Looking at it, I also want to take action. So, I ran upstairs quickly, took the iron pliers and the bag, and ran downstairs quickly. Grandma looked at me and said with a smile: "Don't interfere, you will stain the clothes!" "I'm not afraid!" I said resolutely. "Okay, you can throw away the bag for me first." Grandma said, pointing to the bag filled with garbage in her hand. I put down the tools in my hand, took the bag, and walked happily to the trash can. The day was very hot, the sun was high in the sky, and we worked harder, so crystal beads of sweat kept appearing on our foreheads. Despite this, my grandma and I kept picking up garbage.

After picking up the outside, it’s time to pick up the inside. We walked through the evergreen bushes to the flower beds and got busy again. "I'm too tired, I won't pick it up anymore." I shouted impatiently. But grandma was so focused on picking it up that she didn’t even hear what I said. I stood aside and watched grandma pick it up. I saw grandma moving forward for a while, bending down for a while, and looking back for a while; mumbling a few words from time to time, as if to say: "It's so dirty here, I must clean it up..." After a while, I got involved again. It wasn't until the smoke from several houses was rising that we got up and went home. Looking at the cleanly cleaned flower beds, my grandma and I felt very sweet. By this time, five people had praised me for my hard work. I replied happily: "Protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility! I want to be a hard-working little bee!"

I deeply understand that labor is really enjoyable and the most glorious thing. This fulfilling and meaningful life makes me so happy.

Fourth Grade Primary School Composition 12

Maternal love is a selfless feeling. Maternal love is like warm sunshine, falling in our hearts. Although it is silent, it makes the seedlings of life feel the warmth after the rain. warmth.

Maternal love is great, it does not require any reward, even though its warm sunshine is followed by a ruthless storm.

When I was one year old, when my mother put a freshly cut piece of birthday cake into my hands, I ruthlessly kept the cake far away. Then he burst into tears for no reason. When I was five years old, I got angry with my mother because she didn’t buy me snacks.

When I was eight years old, I deliberately made trouble with my mother because I was in a bad mood.

When I was nine years old, my mother told me to wear an extra layer of clothes. It was cold and I said my mother was too wordy.

Now, I quarrel with my mother almost every day. Once, I didn’t talk to my mother for four days after the quarrel.

When I was fascinated by the book, I was pulled back from the world of books by my mother’s words. At this time, I lost my temper with my mother. In fact, I regretted it afterwards and felt that I really didn't deserve it. But my mother seemed like nothing had happened. She still spoke to me in her usual tone and cooked for me.

Sometimes, when I lie to my mother, her tone is so gentle and kind. I understand that my mother trusts me so much, but I use my mother's trust in me to deceive her. I felt sour in my heart, felt very sad and regretful.

I regretted it, and it was another stormy battle with my mother. At noon, my mother traveled four or five kilometers by car and came back to cook for me. While chatting at the dinner table, I had a big quarrel with my mother because of something, threw my chopsticks, and with half a bowl of rice left in the bowl, I turned around and walked into my room, bang! I banged the door with a loud bang. Mom could only finish the rest of the meal alone. When my mother went to work, she still said goodbye to me in a sweet voice, as if nothing had happened. By then, I was relieved and said "goodbye" to my mother sweetly.

My mother’s love is the most selfless. Although I often give her a storm, she always gives me warm sunshine. Fourth Grade Primary School Composition 13

The afterglow of the setting sun slants on the wall. Everything looks so peaceful. The snow-white walls reflect a little bit of light red, so red!

The room was quiet. The family members were worried about grandpa's illness, and there was a cloud of sadness on their faces.

Suddenly I heard a slight noise in my grandpa's room, followed by the sound of putting on shoes and going to the floor. I hurriedly ran into the room. It was grandpa. What happened to grandpa who hadn't gotten up in weeks... today? I was full of doubts and hurriedly went to pick up Grandpa. After walking a few steps, I heard a soft sound in my mother's room (my grandma moved to the next door room due to a stroke). Grandpa moved his steps little by little, holding his hand on the wall. Grandma also moved with the support of mother, and slowly walked towards grandpa. I saw a smile flashing across grandpa's face in the dim film, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes stretched out to both sides like fish tails. , his feet moved faster, but he was helpless, his body leaned forward, and he almost fell. I held him, and grandpa took off my hand, holding on to the wall and gasping for air, but still kept moving the tiny step forward.

Grandma’s pale hair had become sparse, and her body was trembling due to the stroke. She looked at Grandpa, with tears in her eyes, and her lips were trembling slightly as she whispered: " Old man, old man..." Grandma stretched her hands forward vigorously, and grandpa also stretched out his old weather-beaten hands, still moving.

Closer, closer... The two hands are finally holding each other. At this moment, everything is unspeakable. Thousands of words from high school, a lifetime of affection are immersed in this holding of hands. Mom carries on her back. I turned around and wiped away my tears, and my face was filled with tears.

In the breeze, the wall illuminated by the afterglow of the setting sun became even more beautiful. Grandpa and grandma just held hands tightly, letting the tears flow. A clear singing voice floated from the distance: "Because we hold hands, we will still be together in the next life." Let's go together..."

Grandpa and grandma stood like this, like two eternal statues. They held hands through the hard years, and went through decades of ups and downs until they grew old.

The sunset is infinitely beautiful, even though it is dusk.

Fourth Grade Elementary School Composition 14

I have a very good friend. She is not as tall as me, but she has a white and tender face. On her face, there is a pair of black and shiny eyes. Next to her eyes, there was a circle of long black eyelashes. Under her high nose, there is a small cherry mouth. There is a long ponytail on the back of her head, which is swaying as she walks, which is so cute. She also always likes to wear red clothes, so her personality is also like red, very enthusiastic.

She also has a special personality. I remember one time, she and I competed in drawing, and we had to clearly draw the characteristics of what we each drew. I thought about it and drew a colorful dress. In less than five minutes, my painting was complete. I secretly stretched my head to her table, and saw her staring at the drawing paper with all her concentration, drawing her picture seriously. She didn't realize that I was beside her at all. I looked at her drawing and then shrank my head again. Went back. After a while, she completed her "masterpiece", so she sighed, shook her hands, and said, "Let's exchange paintings and take a look!" As soon as she finished speaking, I took her paintings and looked at them carefully. He looked at it and couldn't help laughing.

It turned out that she divided the drawing into four parts. In the first part, she drew a skinny little Haibao. In the second part, she drew the mother of the little Haibao facing the little Haibao. Said: "Baby, you are too thin, I will prepare rich food for you, you must eat it!" In the third part, little Haibao was painted shaking his head and said firmly: "I won't eat it!" In the fourth part, little Haibao is shown looking at so many delicious things, his mouth watering. He picks up a pair of chicken wings and bites them. All his teeth suddenly fall out, because these delicacies are all made of stone.

I looked at her paintings over and over again, and I secretly admired her. She was able to express her inner thoughts in one fascinating cartoon after another. It was really amazing!

She is my best friend—Chen Yifei. Fourth Grade Primary School Composition 15

The annual Lantern Festival is here again. The Lantern Festival, also known as the Lantern Festival, is another traditional festival ushered in after the Spring Festival.

The Lantern Festival began as early as 20xx years ago in the Western Han Dynasty. Lantern viewing began during the period of Emperor Ming of the Eastern Han Dynasty. Emperor Ming advocated Buddhism. I heard that in Buddhism, on the 15th day of the first lunar month, monks would view Buddha relics and light lanterns to worship the Buddha. In order to do this, he ordered that on this night, lanterns should be lit in palaces and temples to worship the Buddha, and all the nobles and common people should hang lanterns. Later, this kind of Buddhist ritual festival gradually became a grand folk festival. As far as the length of the festival is concerned, it was only one day in the Han Dynasty, three days in the Tang Dynasty, and five days in the Song Dynasty. In the Ming Dynasty, the lights were lit from the eighth day of the lunar month until the lights were turned off on the night of the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, a full ten days.

Times continue to pass, but many folk customs of the Lantern Festival are still very popular today. Activities such as dragon dance, lion dance, land boat racing, stilt walking, Yangko dancing, lantern riddle guessing, fireworks and other activities add luster to the Lantern Festival.

In addition to these activities, there is also the custom of wrapping Lantern Festival during the Lantern Festival. I was lucky enough to go to my grandma's house with my parents on this day. I happened to see my grandma wrapping yuanxiao, so I learned from her. Grandma first mixed the glutinous rice flour with boiling water, and then kneaded the dough hard until it was as tough as plasticine. Then she kneaded the dough into the shape of a pagoda, pulled off pieces of dough from the top of the "pagoda", and kneaded it. Form into a round ball, make a hole in the middle, use both hands to knead the hole bigger and bigger, put the prepared bean paste filling in the hole, pinch it slowly with your thumb and index finger, and then seal the hole. Finally, Put the finished Yuanxiao in the palm of your hand, and gently roll the Yuanxiao into a round shape with both hands, so that a Yuanxiao is made. Watching my grandma wrap Yuanxiao, my hands couldn't help but feel itchy, so I rolled up my sleeves and wrapped them too. Although the Yuanxiao fillings I made were small, varied in size, and odd in shape, I still received praise from my grandma.