Fourth grade Arbor Day diary 5 words

Lead: March 12th, do you know what festival this day is? By the way, it's Arbor Day in China. The following is my fourth grade Arbor Day diary. Let's have a look! Chapter 1: Diary of Arbor Day in Grade Four 5 words

March 12th is Arbor Day. In the morning, the weather is sunny, sunny and breezy. There are white clouds floating in the blue sky, some are like little sheep grazing on the grassland, some are like boats sailing in the sea, and some are like running deer. The reporters of our little master newspaper News School happily came to the hillside to plant trees with tree planting tools.

at the destination, we divided into groups and lined up neatly. The foreigner enthusiastically taught us a few words about tree planting and set off under the guidance of the teacher. We came to the hillside and looked up, ah! The hillside is bare, with only some holes, and there are seedlings in the holes, waiting for us to plant trees.

On the hillside, red flags are flying, and young reporters have chosen a good place to plant trees. Some move saplings; Some shovel dirt; Some carry buckets to fetch water. We are hunched over, with our feet bent, and holding a small shovel in our hands, we are cultivating the young seedlings with a shovel. Fill and fill, the soil in the tree pit is full, and the seedlings have stood firmly. I let go of my hand, first stomped on the soil with my feet, and then slowly poured the water into the soil. Everyone is working hard, and the sweat on their faces is dripping down. Finally, the task of planting trees was completed. I looked up and saw, wow! The newly planted small trees are beautiful!

We gave the little tree a beautiful name, called "Flower Language of the Tree", and wrote it on a small sign. We also wrote our names on the sign and took photos as a souvenir. A reporter from Pujiang TV station followed the report all the way.

When we were walking down the mountain path with weariness, we looked back at the saplings we had just planted swaying gently in the breeze, as if waving goodbye to us! Our hearts are full of happiness and we have had a meaningful Arbor Day. I hope we can see the lush mountains and watch them grow up in the coming year. Chapter 2: Diary of Arbor Day in Grade Four 5 words

Today is Arbor Day, and the weather is particularly sunny. The blue sky in Wan Li is cloudless and the spring breeze is blowing. My classmates and I are very happy, because our teachers and classmates in Class One and Five are going to plant trees by the Weihe River!

we all set off by bus. On the way there, the car was full of laughter and laughter. Our classmates took turns telling many funny jokes for everyone, and everyone laughed their heads off, and tears almost came out. Xu Zijun and I were also presenters and commanders. I sang a beautiful song for everyone and made up a joke for everyone. Xu Zijun performed a sketch and sang for us. All of us were very happy talking and laughing all the way, and soon we arrived at the Weihe River.

By the Weihe River, I saw three black and glistening cows. They were eating grass. I told Wang Xiumei Yang with ecstasy: "There are cows in that piece!" Gao Yufan, Wang Zhaorui and I are all throwing stones. Gao Yufan said, "There are crocodiles in that river!" " I said, "There are no crocodiles! Nonsense! " We ran around happily by the Weihe River. As soon as we got to the stone, Mr. Wang said, "The students in Class 5, Grade 1 are in line!" We jumped off the stone and the tree planting activity began. We went to the teacher to get the saplings first. I went to plant trees with menstruation, my classmates and Miss Wang.

menstruation and I first dug a dirt hole with a shovel. When digging, the dust was flying, and my eyes were so narrow that I could hardly open. I dug and dug with a shovel ... I was sweating profusely, and finally I dug the hole. Menstruation and I carefully put the sapling into the pit, and then the sprinkler came to water the sapling. When watering, I also found a kowtowing insect swimming in the puddle. I was afraid it would bite my sapling, so I scooped it up with a shovel and buried it in the sand. In this way, my little tree species are ready, and you're done.

I want to say to the little willow I planted myself: Now this is your home. I will miss you, I want to be your best friend, I want to grow up with you in the colorful spring, and I will come to visit you when I have time. This Arbor Day is so fun and interesting. Chapter 3: Diary of Arbor Day in Grade Four 5 words

Dongfeng Xu Lai, the river thaws, everything revives, strawberries sprout, and Miss Chun walks towards us with light steps.

On a sunny afternoon, we went to the roadside to plant trees under the guidance of our teacher. "The flowers are similar every year, and the trees are different every year." Looking at the rows of towering trees on the roadside, I can't help feeling very deeply: Yes', a few years later, the small trees we planted today are not as straight into the sky as these trees. I can't help but be elated at the thought that I and my classmates are going to create magic by myself.

After an anxious walk, we finally arrived at our destination. This is a newly-built avenue, which is very wide, with endless traffic. The only drawback is that both sides of the road are bare and there is nothing. Under the arrangement of our teacher, we couldn't wait to dig a tree hole on the side of the road. One spade, two shovels, I thought it was a simple thing to dig a hole in a tree, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult: the soil was very hard, and there were some stones and bricks in it, so it was very difficult to dig. I finally dug up a shovel full of mud, but on the way, because my strength was too small, I finally spilled half of the soil. I made up my mind not to be discouraged and come again.

After a while, I was so tired that I was sweating profusely, and I was on fire, steaming straight out. I secretly glanced at my classmates next to me, and their heads were steaming like me. I simply took off my cotton-padded coat outside and went into battle lightly. This time, I felt much more relaxed, and a shovel of mud became less heavy than before. My confidence was greatly increased and my motivation was sufficient. Finally, a standard tree hole was dug out with my efforts! The students also learned from me. They took off their cotton-padded clothes and worked hard to finish their first hole. Then, we went to the goal of the second tree hole. With our unremitting efforts, although blood bubbles have been worn out on our hands, none of them are complaining and tired. Finally, all the tree holes have been dug. The next step is to plant saplings, in groups of two, one supporting the saplings and the other cultivating the soil. Soon, a tree seedling stood up straight. Finally, we called water and poured it on the roots, and the saplings greedily sucked and made a "zi zi" sound.

Looking at the rows of saplings planted by our own hands, our hearts are full of thoughts: the patches of green we planted not only greened the motherland and beautified the environment, but also planted hopes and dreams in our hearts.