The story of the composition in the fourth grade of childhood

In our daily life, everyone is familiar with composition. Through composition, we can gather scattered thoughts together. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following are eight compositions of my childhood stories in the fourth grade. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like them.

Childhood story 1 My sister and brother took me to the river to play. How clear this river is! My brother also caught some lively little frogs in the grass by the river. At the little frog's pleading, my brother had to let them go. We started playing with water. I touched the river and asked uneasily, "Can you stand in?" Brother tossed his hair: "Trust me, that's right!" His humorous actions made me laugh. We are all standing in the water. The capable sister caught a few small fish with a bamboo basket and put them in. My brother took off his clothes, leaving only a pair of underwear. He was going to perform a "dragon wagging its tail". As a result, his fleshy body floats on the water like a big frog because of the buoyancy of fat. It's my turn to shine for everyone, but I feel thirsty. "Then we might as well pick peaches!" My brother's suggestion was warmly supported by my sister. I asked curiously, "Where did you get the peaches?" "It's right to follow us." My brother and sister answered.

Brother, they took me into a peach grove behind a yard. "Peaches? Where is it? " I can't wait to ask. "Open your eyes!" Brother said impatiently. I looked at him carefully again and again, only to see the peach trees densely covered with leaves. I didn't see any peaches either, or my sister opened the green leaves: "Well, here!" " "Really, a Momo with red in the green is displayed in front of my eyes! The small one is as small as a millet, and the big one is as big as an orange ... "Prepare a wooden stick, which must be long, thick and strong! "My brother said. I saw my sister looking for peach trees, my brother looking under other big trees and I looking under fallen leaves. Soon, everyone found the right stick. I hit a few small green peaches, washed them with clear water and tasted them: "Not bad! "Oh, do you know where this peach grove belongs?" I voiced my doubts. "This ... this ..." My brother stuttered. Finally, my sister told the truth and pointed with her finger: "It's from the front yard." Just then, someone rushed out: "Stop thief, stop thief!" I used my quick wits to draw my sister away. Before my brother could react, the man grabbed his collar and my brother reacted. He shook off his hand and ran away. We ran to the river, where there was no road. I saw that man chasing me. I said to my brother and sister, "Let's go swimming there, hurry up!" " "I helped my sister pull up her trouser legs and swam in a hurry. To our surprise, that man can't swim! My sister and I laughed so hard that our stomachs ached: "Haha, you can't catch us! " "

Childhood is so interesting!

The story of childhood is like the stars in the sky, countless, but like the brightest one, it will always shine in my memory. I can't forget it.

I remember it was a hot summer, and there were many mosquitoes in my yard. So, my mother bought a bottle of green water, which looked nice. I thought: Mom must have bought something delicious again. Why didn't she invite me to dinner? I saw my mother put the bottle of jade water on the bedside table and went to work. I quietly put the bottle of water into my pocket. Run to the back room of my house. Pour this bottle of water into your mouth. Just after drinking a little, I felt my tongue burning and numb. I was shocked and thought: this can't be the legendary poison! I was so scared. I ran to my mother and said to her, "Mom, I ate poison." "What did you eat?" Mother asked anxiously. I showed the bottle to my mother. After reading it, my mother said to me, "Nothing, that's essential balm. Don't be afraid. " After a while, my mother brought me a bottle of water and told me to gargle for a while. At last, I was numb. Mom said, "fortunately, it's just wind oil essence." If it is rat poison, it will be troublesome. " I nodded my head hard.

As time went by, I grew up. I understand that some things are edible, and some things will make us sick, so we can't eat them indiscriminately. I can't help laughing when I think about it.

Childhood stories We all had a wonderful childhood, and there were many stories in childhood that made us sad, happy and interesting ... I remembered that interesting thing here.

One day, when my mother was cooking lunch, there was no salt. I thought to myself: I have grown up and should do something for my parents. So I went over to my mother and said, "Mom, let me help you buy salt." Mom said, "OK, here is the money. Don't run too fast on the road, or you will break the salt. " I took the money and went to the store happily.

When buying salt, I forgot my mother's warning and ran home. At this moment, I fell down, but the salt was also "killed". I quickly put it back, but the salt was dirty, so I became smart: since everything can be washed, so should the salt. I sneaked into the house and saw my mother still cooking. I went into the bathroom quietly, put all the salt in the basin away, and then turned on the tap. As a result, all the salt melted. I began to cry. My mother came when she heard crying. My mother asked me what was going on. I told my mother the whole story. My mother smiled and said, "Silly boy, salt melts as soon as it touches water. Ok, I'll give you money. " I bought it again, and this time I bought the salt home as my mother said.

Childhood story 4 "the rooster lay eggs, hens crow" People often use this sentence to describe the impossible. Hens really seldom crow, but my grandmother's hens really crow.

A year ago, I heard from my grandmother that her hen was craning its neck and barking solemnly. During the summer vacation, I played at my grandmother's house. One morning, I suddenly heard the cock crow in the yard. My grandmother didn't know about raising cocks, so I went to see whose cock ran into my grandmother's yard and looked for it seriously. I didn't see a rooster, only my grandmother's hen was craning its neck to crow.

"Hens crow", and the neighbors are talking about it. Some people say, "This is evil and an ominous sign. You have to cut off the head of the chicken and hang it on the road to ward off evil spirits! " "I don't believe in this superstition, but I don't know why hens crow.

In order to solve this puzzle, I consulted a lot of information and searched online, and finally found a clue in the book "We Love Science". It turns out that the hen has a very underdeveloped gonad on the right side, and the estrogen produced by the ovary will prevent the development of the gonad. When a hen's gonad secretes a male hormone, it can change the original female characteristics. Why do hens produce male cells? I checked the computer, and it turns out that the sex chromosome in the cell is the main factor that determines the sex of cock and hen in the biological genetic genes. When the estrogen of this chicken is weakened, the right gonad will lose its inhibitory effect, develop rapidly, and produce male cells, so it can secrete male hormones, so that when the hen changes her hair, it will put on bright and beautiful feathers like a rooster, and the comb will grow red and big, and at the same time it will crow. After reading these materials, I understand that this is a chicken disease, not a bad omen.

After I understood the reason why the hen crowed, I quickly told my grandmother's neighbor this knowledge, but when I told my grandmother the reason why the hen crowed, the hen was killed as a "bad chicken". After listening to my explanation, my grandmother regretted killing the chicken in this way, but fortunately, the hen who was killed unjustly has been vindicated.

Through this incident, I deeply understand that for things and things that I don't know and don't know, I should seriously look for the real reasons of things and not blindly listen to superstitions. Only in this way can we constantly uncover the unknown mystery and prevent superstition from falling on people's heads. This is also the purpose of our research.

The story of childhood 5. Open the photo album of childhood, and there are many beautiful memories in it ... only that one I will never forget.

That one was taken by me, my mother and my gouhuang in summer. I am very young, wearing a white vest and yellow shorts. That's the last photo of Huang.

When filming, I looked at Huang, touched Huang, and Huang fell to the ground, and he went away without knowing it.

Until now, whenever I think of yellow, tears will flow down. He is a good dog. He protected me when I went to school. He will protect me when I meet those stray dogs. When I am anxious, he will scream with them. Sometimes you get hurt if you can't beat it. But it still accompanies me to school every day, just like my patron saint. It's the same after school. I ran out of the house and waited for me on my way home, just like a grown-up. When others saw it, they all said, "Look, that dog is really good!" "

But one day, I found Huang missing, thinking that he had gone out to play, so I left him alone. The next day, Huang didn't follow me to school, and I didn't see him after school. I felt that something had happened to Huang, so I ran home and saw Huang fall to the ground.

"What's the matter?" I almost cried.

"It ... ah! I won't tell you. "

"What's the matter with it? Mom. "

"It was beaten, almost killed, released and then caught by others, and fled back. I don't know if it's true, listen to others. " "yellow, yellow." I burst into tears, but Huang didn't move. "Huang, wake up." Huang died and I cried for a long time. "Mom, take a picture of Huang and us." I said sadly. After taking the photo, I held Huang and my tears kept flowing downwards.

Huang left a lingering impression on my childhood.

Childhood story 6 Childhood is beautiful, childhood is happy, childhood is colorful ... Childhood is like an endless prairie, and the flowers on the grassland are my childhood memories. Gray flowers are sad memories, red flowers are happy memories, and blue flowers are stupid memories. ...

What I remember most is playing with snow when I was a child:

On that day, heavy snow fell from the sky, and my friends and I ran wildly in the snow. Some danced after the snow, some reached out to pick it up, and suddenly, their hands were full of exquisite flowers, while others looked back and admired the painting they had just made in the snow: a series of deep and shallow crooked footprints. "pa!" A small snowball fell from the sky at lightning speed and landed on me impartially. I'm not showing weakness. I caught several snowballs in a row and attacked a target. The curtains are opened, and you come and go, "Bang!" "Ha ha!" Laughter and screams are endless. Although snowballs hurt when they hit you, they sometimes get into collars and shoes. It's freezing, but no one will shrink back until they are exhausted and lying in the snow panting. After the rest, I began to make a snowman again!

Let's roll a big snowball to make the snowman's body, then roll a small snowball to make the snowman's head, and then find two big buttons to make his eyes, a few small buttons to make buttons on his clothes, a carrot to make his nose and a red leaf to make his mouth. Finally, we put a hat and scarf on it, and a lifelike snowman appeared before our eyes.

Childhood is a happy train, full of my laughter and my every "footprint"

Childhood story 7 There are endless stories in childhood, but there are always a few interesting stories that you can remember vividly.

I remember it was a Sunday and my parents visited the new house. My brother, I still have my brother at home. I read books, one of them watches TV and the other plays computer. I saw an article about playing watermelon and thought of a fun game. So, I dropped my book and ran to their room to tell them this "great" plan, and they all said, "It's wonderful, no problem."

Next, we started to split up: my brother found two big watermelons, my brother found my father's Swiss army knife, and I rummaged through the closet and found an iron slingshot and ink.

My brother cut the first watermelon into three pieces with a Swiss army knife and we ate it together. After eating the melon skin, we carved the words "Watermelon Team" with a knife, and then I filled in the engraved marks with ink. When the ink dried, we put the melon skin on our heads right in front of the hat.

The second watermelon was fixed with chopsticks and shot by a slingshot in turn. Although watermelon is scarred, it is still indestructible. We saw that the slingshot kept hitting, so we discussed what to do together. Later, this method spread to the hands. I took part in the scissors, stone and cloth competition. My brother split first, I came second and my brother came last. My brother split it first, but he was too weak to split it. It was my turn to split, and I jumped up and split. Click! I cut the watermelon. Just as we were happy, Mom and Dad's footsteps came, and then they opened the door and saw our "masterpiece". We rushed to the door. Mom and dad can't catch up with us. ...

Maybe I was still young and ignorant at that time, but what a wonderful childhood fun and unforgettable happy time. ...

There are many stories about childhood, and those silly things will bring us many good memories.

The moon came out and cast a white veil on the earth, and the whole earth was immersed in a quiet and spacious atmosphere. Light clouds surround the bright moon, which is beautiful. Playing in front of the door, I came across the moon in the lake. I jumped and jumped with joy. I hurried into the house and told my mother. My mother listened to my words and smiled and said to me, "silly child, that's not the real moon, that's the shadow of the moon!" " "I don't believe it. I have been screaming. I just want my mother to help me catch more moons. Mom couldn't get around me, so she agreed, and I didn't say anything.

My mother and I found plastic pots, wooden barrels, porcelain pots and other items, all of which contained clear water. Then, my mother and I moved these items into the yard one by one. I immediately saw that all the pots were full of round moons, and there was a bright moon in each pot. I jumped with joy, but then I was worried: what if the moon ran away? I frowned and banged my head, thinking and thinking, and finally thought of a good way: just take a few pots and buckle them on it. So, I ran back to the house and got some washbasins. I am so busy that I am sweating. I put these washbasins on the basin full of water and shut the moon in the water. I am relieved, and finally relieved, thinking that the moon can't run out after this deduction.

The next morning, I excitedly ran into the yard, lifted the washbasin and cried. What happened? The moon is gone. My mother looked at me in distress situation, explaining once again that it was the shadow of the moon, but I still didn't believe it and pestered my mother. Mom is in distress situation. In order to dump me, dump me, she can only say, "Well, I'll catch you some more tonight!" " "

It's ridiculous to think of the story of childhood now. Now, I won't ask the moon again, but I want to keep this precious childlike innocence forever.