Waiting for the fourth grade composition

In the usual study, work and life, we often see the figure of writing. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. I believe many friends are very upset about writing. The following is my carefully arranged fourth-grade composition for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Waiting for the composition of the fourth grade 1 On this beautiful day of whispering in Yan language, flying butterflies and flying kites, the school decided to let our sixth-grade students go to Yongchuan Wildlife Park for a spring outing this Friday. But if it rains, change to a sunny spring outing.

After hearing the news, the students jumped three feet for joy, and the classroom suddenly became lively. Everyone leaves their seats at once and finds their good friends and partners to form a team. Everyone was very excited, and the existence of Mr. Chen was ignored in the second class: although everyone had no subordinates, they were still whispering, and they didn't even know what class the teacher was taking. Teacher Chen said, "What are you excited about? It's going to rain on Friday, and you probably can't go. " Everyone doesn't believe it, because Tuesday is sunny, so how can it rain! However, there was a strong wind and a downpour on Thursday. In the evening, everyone goes home and puts up sunshine dolls on the windows. When doing their homework, they don't forget to look at the weather outside the window occasionally. After finishing my homework, I sat on the bed and rested, waiting for news from Teacher Liu. I've been thinking: Teacher Liu, please, the rain will stop soon. We don't mind. Let's go out for a day! That short time was really on pins and needles! The news of "Ding Ding Ding" came, and everyone quickly opened the short message: "Dear parents and classmates, the spring outing of Yongchuan Wildlife Park had to be changed to Friday of the seventh week because of the rain. Please cooperate with your parents and classmates. Thank you! "

Alas, this time the waiting and hope failed again.

On this beautiful day of sunny weather, flying kites in Hua Hudie, the school decided to let our sixth-grade students go to Yongchuan Wildlife Park for a spring outing this Friday. But if it rains, it will become a sunny day for a spring outing.

Hearing the news, the students jumped three feet high with joy, and the classroom immediately became lively. Everybody leave your seats at once and find good friends and partners to form a team. We were so excited that we ignored Mr. Chen in the second class: although there were no subordinates, we were still whispering and didn't even know what class the teacher was in. Teacher Chen said, "What are you excited about? It will rain on Friday and 80% of people can't go. " People don't believe it, because Tuesday is sunny. How can it rain if you say it? However, on Thursday, a strong wind blew and it rained cats and dogs. Everyone went home at night, and the windows were covered with sunshine dolls. When doing their homework, they don't forget to look at the weather outside the window occasionally. After finishing my homework, I sat on the bed and rested, waiting for news from Teacher Liu. I can't help thinking, please, Miss Liu, the rain is about to stop. We don't mind. Let's go out for a day! That short time was really on pins and needles! The text message "Ding" came, and everyone quickly opened the text message: "Dear parents and classmates, this spring outing in Yongchuan Wildlife Park will be changed to social practice on Friday of the seventh week. Please cooperate with your parents and classmates. Thank you! "

Alas, this wait and hope failed again.

Waiting for the fourth grade composition 3 Who am I? You must know, to tell you the truth, I am Fanhua South Road, Wenxi Town.

Everyone who hears about it knows me. I used to be a real beauty. At that time, I had a beautiful green skirt, which was tailored for me. I don't have any dirty things on me, and I am bathed and dressed every day. Shops are springing up like mushrooms after rain. People like me because I am beautiful and my business is booming.

But now I am a dirty person. Because there are more shops and more rubbish, my green skirt has been damaged and covered with dirt. People think I'm dirty and don't dress me. Because Wenxi's economy is developing rapidly, houses are being built everywhere, and low-lying places need to be filled with earth and high places need to be dug, so the vehicles carrying earth often sprinkle yellow mud on me, which makes me unrecognizable. On rainy days, my body is covered with mud. On sunny days, when the wind blows, sand flies all over the sky. Passers-by covered their noses and narrowed their eyes, but they still couldn't avoid the sandstorm. The mud on my body is getting thicker and thicker, and there are many pedestrians and vehicles coming and going, which is easy to have an accident.

Everybody come and help me! Help me put on the green skirt as before, and don't hurt me again.

Today is a special day for my family. My sister needs an operation. My sister's chronic appendicitis has occurred several times, and it is getting worse every time. Today, my sister can't stand the pain, so.

My mother and I sat in chairs outside the operating room, waiting in fear and trembling. The corridor was quiet, no one spoke, and everyone's face was serious. I was scared, imagining my sister's situation at this time, imagining her sleeping on a white sheet, imagining her falling asleep under anesthesia, imagining. I thought, "My sister must have been scared for a while?" So, I whispered my doubts to my mother. My mother patted me on the head and said with a smile, "Don't worry, my sister is strong and brave and won't be afraid." I nodded and began a long wait.

After waiting for a long time, my sister finally came out and we all stood up together. I was relieved to hear from the doctor that things were getting better. Looking at my sister lying quietly in the hospital bed, I thought, sister, you are so brave. I sincerely wish you a speedy recovery and play with us.

Five days after the fourth grade composition, I can't see the figure of spring.

Who says that if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

I braved the cold and stood in the snow, just to see the figure of spring. I try to find green, even a wisp, eager for them to warm my eyes, but I can't see them. I thought I was far away from spring.

Time thieves stole my time, but they couldn't take away the winter. Time flies, and I still stay at the original point. It was a cold winter. Without hunger and pain, everything is white, except those bare trees, everything is nothing, and I am vast and desolate. Like Robinson, I was stranded on a desert island, and I was afraid. Ah! I'm stuck in time. I am at the beginning of time.

In the long winter, I lost hope. I fell down in the cold wind and gradually fell asleep. In my dream, I met an angel. He told me a lot. He told me what is persistence, what is ideal and what is struggle. Then I did it slowly.

When I woke up, I understood a lot, so I stood in the snow again and waited slowly.

Time passed slowly, and I finally found inner peace. After a long time, I found a grass, which accompanied me like a friend and gave me warmth. Later, there was more and more green, and later, a forest appeared.

Then I knew I had succeeded.

In my mind, the past is like a photo, hidden in a memory album. Read them one by one, huh? This is not.

It was a weekend morning. I got up and went downstairs and met my father sitting on the sofa watching the basketball game. I also sat there and watched with relish. Suddenly I saw my father didn't shave, and the whole person looked listless. Then, an idea appeared.

I picked up the razor carefully and said, "Dad, let me shave you!" " ""Hey, my little freak is going to shave me. I can't miss it, okay! "Dad readily agreed. I pressed the switch, and the razor made a "shua shua" sound. While shaving, I accused my father: "Dad, our teacher told me to pay attention to personal hygiene. How did you ... "When shaving, I found my father's hair was white and wrinkled. Dad once said that my sister and I are like two oil bugs, and his oil is running out. It sounds like a joke, but it also contains the most common truth. Our parents broke their hearts for us. We should learn to be grateful, shouldn't we? After thinking about it, I won't go on so much.

In a short time, the razor almost harvested the beard on my father's face, and his face showed a trace of cyan, which made me feel much better. Dad looked at the mirror with satisfaction and said, "Thank you, hardworking little freak!" " "Ha, ha, ha, I am happy!

We arrived at our destination by train, got off the bus and began to watch what we saw. At first, we saw swans made of flowers and plants. We took a photo with them (because there were two, we used "them"). We walked on and saw two little elephants spraying water. Then we walked to a red sand road with about 20 windmills on the left and right. I gave this road a name-windmill road; We walked to a big windmill again. There is a soldier with an axe in front of us. We took a photo with him. I found that his axe could be taken away from my hand, so I held it around his neck as if to cut off his head.

We walked into the windmill and saw a big gear. I know that as long as the gears are turning, the blades of the windmill will turn. Finally, we finally came to the railway station and began to wait for the train to come back. There is a big heater in the railway station, so we can put ourselves close to it to keep warm (but we can't cling to it, or you will burn yourself). It's been a long time and the train hasn't come yet. I am tired of waiting. Every few seconds, I ask my mother, "When will the train come?" My mother always replies, "I'll be right there." Finally, the train finally came. This is a long wait!

When everyone gets on the bus, we will leave for the next stop-Lotte Duty Free Shop.

How many times have you waited in your life? I don't know. The only thing that is certain is that I meet Waiting every day, and she "wanders" all the time. She is like a shadow, never giving up.

Waiting for the dawn to break through the darkness, waiting for the flowers to bloom, waiting for the sunset to hang on the horizon, waiting for the vows under the cherry trees, are all romantic. Most things in life are boring: waiting for the bus, waiting in line to cook, waiting for the bell ... waiting is like a criss-crossing net, winding around us and condensing bits and pieces.

Waiting is also in the mood. She is unpredictable and strange. Stand by and wait for your friend on the road. Invisible anxiety, expectation, and occasional minor complaints; The joy of the moment it appeared; Worried and nervous about crossing the road regardless of traffic; Blame her for neglecting safety. Waiting, that's it, touching people's hearts.

Waiting also "infected" the charm of history. Li Bai is waiting for the romantic elegance of freedom, Du Fu is waiting for the worries of Ming Jun, Su Shi and Xin Qiji are waiting for the ambition of making contributions, Li Shangyin and Wen are waiting for the hazy love ... They know the true meaning of waiting.

I, no longer wait for Prince Charming to hold my hand, because this is just a childhood fantasy. She is beautiful, and she will stay in my heart forever. Now, I'm waiting for the rain to clear up, so I won't regret waiting.

On a dark night, the moon quivered slightly in the sky, and her eyes moved as if she were quietly visiting something. The cold wind rolled up the leaves and circled the clearing in the forest.

On a mottled old tree, insect pupae are rustling. It was a humiliating caterpillar, hiding under the rough pupa skin, waiting to break the pupa.

In the land, the buds are breathing, enduring the last darkness and cold, waiting to break through the ground and embrace the sun.

Su Shi's waiting is for a person who is determined to become Fan Pang in Meishan Pu Xue. There is only undisguised sharp light in his clear eyes.

Lu You's waiting is always worrying about the country and the people on his deathbed, which is a tragic waiting. But the old cheeks still glow, which is the eternal hope of death.

Waiting is patience, accumulation and expectation. It is the tempering of the sea hitting the rocks, and the magma is rolling in the volcano and is about to erupt.

After waiting for more than ten years, he forged the wings of an eagle. It was a seemingly endless dormancy and finally blossomed.

Waiting is the medal of life.

Waiting for the fourth grade composition 10 bus station, airport ... I believe everyone must have waited. Waiting means that when something happens, you can't do it. I feel good and bad when I wait.

First of all, I am in a good mood: I don't like the pain and pain when preparing for tooth extraction, so I am willing to spend time on the road and let the pain come later. "Oh, my stomach hurts." After that, I went to the bathroom without my parents' consent. At that time, my heart was really cold, and I thought, great, great! Finally, I can go to that hospital to have my teeth extracted later. The waiting at this time is happy.

Waiting has a good mood, and there must be a bad mood. I was going to travel, but for various reasons, the plane was delayed for half an hour. Needless to say, the mood at that time was also very bad. I thought indignantly: What flight will not fly if it rains a little, and then whoever takes this flight should also consider the passengers' mood. Think about it and say it. My mother patiently enlightened me: "the plane is not impossible to fly, but it is very dangerous, and the airline will be delayed because of safety." The waiting at this time is painful and frowning.

Waiting is like this, sometimes good or bad, no one can tell.

Fourth grade composition 1 1, wind and rain send spring, snow welcomes spring. When winter invaded from ancient Siberia desolately and vigorously, people in the north and south of the great river opened their hearts and greeted them with open-minded feelings. -Corn is piled up in a pile, millet enters the warehouse, and sweet potato enters the cellar; The accumulated grain in winter is full, just like the thick clouds and calm hills in winter. People wear red clothes and chew slowly in winter, enjoying the joy of sowing in spring, farming in summer and harvesting in autumn. At this time, the wind blows into the center of the farmhouse all the year round. In the old farmer's laughter, he fell to the ground and his cigarette butts flashed.

Spring rain, Xia Feng, autumn snow and winter snow are displayed in a desolate corner like a classical ink painting. They rest quietly with sickles, hoes, rakes and plowshares, waiting for the busy Saturnalia in the coming year.

Yes, they should also have a good sleep in this snowy leisure time; They have had an elegant and difficult journey, and now it's time to relax. Things are still, the stove is hot, the wind is whistling, the clouds between heaven and earth are low, and the trees are swaying. However, people's anxiety is still as vivid as firecrackers and fireworks on New Year's Eve.

Yes, waiting for spring is a sigh that loneliness is the main reason. "Come back to smile plum blossom. Spring is in the branches. "

Waiting for spring is waiting for the bud of a pure soul.

Waiting for spring is a dream redemption and commitment saved in the long winter night.

Waiting for the fourth grade composition 12 There are many waits in life, long and short. Flowers and plants need to wait for germination; Boiling water needs to wait; You have to wait to visit the World Expo.

My brother said, "The Shanghai World Expo is so fun. The only fly in the ointment is the long queue. You can only see one venue in the morning, and you have to wait for several hours. But when you enter the venue, you can see many novel things and increase your knowledge. " Queuing is a long wait, but in my opinion, it is precious and worthwhile because it gives us valuable knowledge and endless wisdom.

Flowers and plants also need to wait for germination. When you plant a seed, you begin to look forward to it anxiously. Watering and fertilizing have become our "three meals a day", so take good care of this little life. A few days later, I suddenly found a color on the brown-black soil-light green. I was ecstatic and soon shared it with my friends. They were all excited and happy for you. After this thrilling long time, we returned to this state of longing and anxiety waiting for flowers and fruits. Brilliant flowers, brilliant life, this is a happy moment for us to wait and sweat.

Waiting takes time; Waiting requires patience; Waiting needs to be paid. Some people say that waiting is a waste of time, but I think waiting is a wonderful thing, because waiting will pay off!

Waiting for the fourth grade composition 13 I went to the brigade department for an interview yesterday-running for the brigade Committee. I have been waiting at the entrance of the examination room. What time do I arrive?

I applied for the law department, because the law department has the largest number of students, so the teacher asked us to take the final exam. I was supposed to take the exam at 3: 30 and arrived at the door at 3: 00. When I went there, I was admitted to the Learning Department of the Ministry of Labor, and it was our turn to work in the Law Department.

I waited and waited. First, I recite my speech on my back. I felt very noisy on the side, so I recited it in the library, but I was afraid I would miss it when it was my turn, so I lost points. I don't trust waiting at the door any longer. I saw a bee collecting honey on the next flower. After picking one flower, I went to pick another. It's very fast. I think it only picked a little. I didn't expect to be lit when I saw it. I thought: the bees have finished their work, why haven't they come to me yet?

At this time, the teacher said, "The self-study department is almost ready for the exam, and the rules and regulations department can come in." Oh, it's my turn at last. Wouldn't it be better to get rid of it early, so that I wouldn't be so nervous? I went in and began to give a speech at the school history museum.

After waiting for such a long time, I didn't expect the interview to pass so quickly. Time passed in a blink of an eye. I think I played well this time, and I am basically satisfied.

Waiting for the fourth grade composition 14 In the silent night, a little sadness came to my mind from time to time, and inexplicable sadness woke me up from my dream again and again.

Look at the clouds outside the window. Thick gauze covers the blue sky that is always awake. The bug closed its tired eyes and only heard the sigh of the night wind.

Say goodbye when spring blossoms, and the flowers in your heart are all red before they bloom. I also washed away the tears waiting to bloom in the lingering sigh …

Sailing for more than 30 years, changing seasons, but never waiting for the spring of life.

In retrospect, my memory has long been blurred by the sunset, but I suddenly forgot how it started. Sweat blurred the clear eyes, and the years took away the fleeting time.

Life is a journey without a return trip.

To create fruit, we must get up early and work hard. With the scorching sun overhead and the yellow sand under our feet, we were exhausted.

To appreciate the scenery, you have to climb the mountain, overcome difficulties, get dressed in rags and covered in dust until your feet bleed blood.

Life is like this, whether it is a kind of waiting or a kind of belief, there must always be a hope in my heart …

Waiting for the fourth grade composition 15 Waiting is a five-flavor bottle. We can taste the sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty in waiting, and grow and gain in waiting.

All along, I have a dance dream, looking forward to the brightest self on the stage. In countless sweat and tears, I finally waited for that day.

On the day of reporting the performance, I got up early, which I had been looking forward to for more than half a year! After breakfast, my parents and I found a makeup shop, and it was difficult to control our inner excitement. I imagined the thunderous applause after our wonderful performance and my parents' rewarding smiles in the spotlight. ...

But when I really stepped onto the stage, I was scared!

After the curtain call of the host, my legs suddenly shook violently, my palms sweated, and I couldn't even walk steadily. I thought, what if I forget to act? All the beautiful imagination disappeared, replaced by endless tension. When the stage lights really flashed and the music really sounded, the power and courage of dreams inspired me to jump out of an action smoothly and jump again and again. When the music stopped and the lights stopped flashing, my heart calmed down, and that kind of happiness and joy returned to my heart. ...

My dream has come true, but I don't want to give up dancing, because it gives me confidence and courage to show myself; It is because of dancing that I have grown a lot, gained a lot and learned a lot … At that time, I tasted the bitterness of waiting, the sweetness of waiting, and the beauty of the rainbow after the rain!