Xiyang fourth grade composition

In normal study, work and life, writing is the most unfamiliar thing for everyone. With the help of writing, you can vent your emotions and adjust your mood. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is my composition for the fourth grade of Sunset for reference only. Let's have a look.

1 There was a clear sound of a shepherd flute in the distant sunset, and a shepherd boy was sitting on a cow and coming here. He has a blue sky above his head and green grass under his feet. He wears a straw hat and a simple suit on his back.

His flute is crisp and beautiful, beautiful and elegant, attracting a group of beautiful birds. Golden feathers are even more dazzling in the sun. After crossing the river and crossing the grass, the flute is still so beautiful.

Look at that. A child came running in the distance, wearing a vest, shouting as he ran, as if chasing something. Cattle's footsteps gradually slowed down, and the flute gradually disappeared. The flute came to an abrupt end and the conversation began. They held hands and pulled hard, and another child sat on the back of the cow. The child in front is smiling happily with wicker, and the child behind is still playing the flute. In the sunset, two children are sitting on the back of a cow. The birds began to dance and gradually disappeared into the dusk.

The sound of the flute lingered in my ears for a long time. The rushing water in the waterfall is louder, and the sound of the wind blowing leaves is still rustling. The hare came and the bird came, but something was missing. Suddenly, a shocking voice sounded in my ear, and the flute was louder, because it was a duet now. Music is more beautiful. Nature gave a vivid performance.

Uncle Sun is naughty and hides behind the mountain. A pair of good friends sat hand in hand on the cow's back and disappeared in the distance.

The shepherd boy in the sunset is lively and lovely, naughty and always makes people feel happy.

The sunset in the afternoon is beautiful. Various colors add a little color to the gray sky.

In the evening, I stood at the window and looked up at the sky, only to see that the sun had "walked" from the sky to the back of the mountain. Now the sunset is yellow, golden and full of sunshine, so I can't see it. 10 minutes later, the sun gradually turned orange. Gradually, the setting sun became very soft and kind, not so harsh, and the light of the setting sun was perfect, as if a kind grandmother looked at me with her intense eyes and smiled at me. At this time, the last ray of sunshine shone on the house and plated it with a layer of gold; Shining on the face of a child running and playing, the child's face is red and cute, which can show the child's innocence and cuteness. I looked up at the sky again. It was orange-red, burning like countless flames.

Time flies, the sun is slowly setting, and the sunset is already red. Gradually, the light of the sunset becomes softer and softer. After a while, the sunset is like a shy girl, hiding in the clouds, but still can be seen through the cracks in the clouds; Sunset seems to be a naughty boy who has done bad things, hiding behind people. Finally, it finally sank, fell to the foot of the mountain and received its last light.

As the sun sets, I think of a poem: "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night." What a beautiful sunset!

What does the sunset look like in your eyes? It is "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night." Or "the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen." ? Why does the sunset in ancient poetry always give people a sad aesthetic feeling? Incomplete is only part of the beauty of the sunset. The setting sun is warmer than the scorching sun, warmer than the first day, and warmer than the starlight.

Gulangyu Island in Xiamen is a romantic place to enjoy the sunset. Twilight is yellow, the setting sun is like blood, the setting sun of rose gold is shining, and there is a clear afternoon sunshine around it. At this time, it is round, radiant and dreamy. Immaculate clouds are stained with hazy goose yellow, like dimples when babies smile. A ray of light shines into the blue sea, and the fish dance in the sun. The setting sun generously sprinkled the sun on the quaint houses, and the quiet Xiamen Island became magnificent, as if it were a princess's castle. The afterglow of the sunset still exudes amazing heat, so a warm halo hangs over Gulangyu Island, gently smelling the breath of the sunset with your nose, like the fresh aroma of oranges just peeled off by your mother, and gently permeates this sunset. The last ray of sunshine of the setting sun hit the ground and blended with the yellow desert, glittering.

Night came quietly, and the little star climbed into the glass-colored night sky. The magnificent sunset will be imprinted in my heart forever.

Today, the sun is shining and the air is fresh. I came to the nursing home with my mother.

Pushing open the door of the yard, I saw a lush landscape with birds chirping and singing beautiful songs on the branches. There is a stone table and several stone benches on the grass full of flowers, which is a place for old people to play chess and enjoy the cool.

Walking into the lobby of the nursing home, many old people are resting and chatting. I poured a cup of tea for an old woman and handed it to her. Grandma took the tea with a smile and praised me as a sensible child. I sat next to the old man and chatted with her. I told many jokes to the old man, which made them laugh from ear to ear. After a while, some old people were tired, so I went to rub their backs and shoulders. Everything is so quiet and beautiful.

Far away, I saw an old man sitting on a stone bench beside a stone table basking in the sun. I suddenly had an idea. I went over and asked, "Grandpa, can I play chess with you?" Grandpa readily agreed. I sat on the stone bench opposite him and played gobang with my grandfather. We are both very serious, and it is difficult to tell the winner after a long time. "Oh" accidentally took a wrong step and just wanted to regret it, but on second thought, losing is losing. How to cheat if you want to abide by the rules of the game? Thought of here, I looked at grandpa's reaction motionless. I saw him seize this opportunity, quickly put down a penny and hit me instantly. Grandpa smiled and blushed. We played a few more games. We sometimes shout and cheer, and the grass is so spring.

Unconsciously, the sunset glow dyed our heads red. My mother and I reluctantly bid farewell to the old people. We waved and waved, goodbye, goodbye. "Although it is near dusk, the sunset is infinitely beautiful. Grandparents wish you health and happiness! "

The setting sun is faint, and the dazzling red light brushes between heaven and earth, reflecting white clouds and rivers, but it hurts its old heart.

I stood by the window, thinking about the quiet and soft light in the morning and the warm and dazzling light at noon, which added the same inexplicable feeling to the sunset glow. Sunset, at the end of its life, still exudes more gorgeous light, a little sadness and a little melancholy, but it enriches its life as short as day, just like that smart meteor, fleeting but colorful life.

It adds vicissitudes to its bright soul and has a aftertaste.

He is none other than Gong Zizhen, a writer in Qing Dynasty. He vaguely remembers that passionate evening, and the sunset told him a touching story and brought him back to life. His depression and loss, once far away from the officialdom, were swept away, which made him feel that falling in love was not a heartless thing, but turned into spring mud to protect flowers, pinning his persistent pursuit of ideals and beliefs and expressing his persistence again.

Seize the glory of life, bloom the flowers of fate and sublimate the light of the soul.

The setting sun tried to release its little vitality, regardless of its own body falling in the sky. At this moment, there is no noise and sin between heaven and earth, and everything pays high tribute to the sunset. The last ray of light also gathered, and heaven and earth were suddenly eclipsed.

A person is better than a sun, just like a day, with its own beginning, climax and end time. As a dying soul, we can never rebuild our youth. On the contrary, we should step up the pace, present a new hymn to the world that is about to say goodbye, and pour all our talents into this land that you love.

It was the most beautiful sunset I have ever seen, arrogant and gentle.

Birds in the mountains make a clear sound, and small water droplets in the small pool trickle down to form a pleasant bell. The sun shines on us from time to time through the mist in the mountains.

We walked on the mountain road, and the destination was the top of the mountain. This is undoubtedly difficult for me. I have never been particularly fond of sports since I was a child. It is impossible for me to reach the top of the mountain. I looked at the endless stone steps in front of me, then at several stone steps behind me, and made a decision. My sister seemed to see through my inner thoughts, took my hand and firmly said to me, "It is wrong to give up halfway." My sister's expectant eyes gripped the shrinking roots in my heart. I sighed and had to keep walking.

I don't know how long it took, but the sunshine has changed from warm yellow to light orange. There are countless steps behind, and the front seems to be still very long. Tired feet unconsciously stopped moving forward, so I found a small protruding stone and sat down.

My sister walked much faster than me and found me stopped at a casual turn. I can't see her face clearly, but I hear her calling me happily: "Come on up! Reached the top of the mountain! The scenery is super beautiful! " Really? My heart seems to have regained hope, and my legs seem to have been injected with strength and I have been going up.

When I arrived, I saw a beautiful sunset. The mountains are connected, and the sun in the west is hazy, proud and gentle, which is the most beautiful I have ever seen.

Later, when I encounter difficulties, I will always think of this sunset that I can only see if I never give up my efforts, and then continue to struggle. May everyone have the most beautiful sunset.

/kloc-One evening in October, we were driving from east to west on the Yellow River levee.

I don't know when it started. The sun in the western sky put away its dazzling light, and the light softened, like a kind old man looking at me and smiling at me gently. It sank slowly and turned red. At this time, the sun is like a shy little girl hiding behind the treetops of the shelter forest. Slowly, the sun's face became redder, like a big fireball emitting red light around, reflecting the sky, white clouds, Woods and houses. ...

Especially those white clouds, like wearing colorful clothes, have different shades of red, deep red, light red, pink and purple. They are really colorful and beautiful!

You see, some rosy clouds are like a hundred gardens, with delicate roses, rich peonies and enchanting chrysanthemums; Some are like a brave lion with a red mane, strolling leisurely in the air; Some are like an eagle flying high, hovering in the air looking for prey on the ground, and seem to have found the target and rushed into the Woods and disappeared; Some are like rolling red mountains; Some are like colorful and graceful coral reefs. ...

Ah! Another bison came running, followed by a hunter. Seeing the distance between the hunter and the bison getting shorter and shorter, suddenly, the hunter's body gradually blurred. While I was looking for the hunter, the bison's body gradually disappeared. I thought: Maybe, the hunter has caught the prey and returned with a full load. ...

The whole forest is covered with sunshine, and every leaf is golden. The setting sun has run from the treetops behind the trunk. It walked slowly down and finally disappeared into the Woods. Just where it disappeared, there was still some red light, and gradually, the red light disappeared. The sky turned dark and ushered in a quiet night.

I like the colorful sky and charming morning scene at sunrise, but I prefer the spectacular scene at sunset.

Whenever the sun sets, I always like to watch it quietly. It was a Sunday. In order to enjoy the beautiful scenery, I climbed to the top floor specially, and I saw the sunset hanging in the air. The afterglow of the sunset shines on people's faces, and people's faces seem to be plated with a layer of gold, as if magical little stars are shining; Shining on the tree, the leaves seem to be covered with oil and look greener.

The color of the clouds beside the sunset changes greatly, from lily to golden yellow, from red to yellow, from gray to red. In the blink of an eye, it turned into rosewood again. It's really colorful and changeable.

Clouds sometimes have the same shape. Sometimes like cotton clouds, sometimes like waves on the river, sometimes like continuous peaks ... they change so naturally, so quickly and so strangely.

After a while, the sunset suddenly lost its dazzling light and became very soft and kind. The soft sunshine shone on the house and plated it with gold; Shining on the face of a child running and playing, the child's face turned red; Shining on the grass, the grass shines with golden waves; Shine on the newborn foal, and the foal will turn golden.

I am fascinated by this magical scenery! Then the sunset will say goodbye to me. It slowly fell into the clouds and dyed them red sandalwood. I knew the sun was going down, so I stared at it. In the blink of an eye, the sun only turned red in half. It smiled and said to me, "See you tomorrow, little friend!" " "Say that finish, he got into the clouds, leaving only a beautiful cloud house on the horizon.

I was deeply intoxicated by the sunset and fell into infinite reverie.

In the evening, go out for a walk after dinner. The dim sunshine shone on my face, and I looked up at the sky. Ah! What a beautiful sunset!

The setting sun seems unwilling to let people see her beautiful face and keeps stabbing people in the eyes with a sword. I dare not look at her, so I have to lower my head and rub my eyes. After a while, I looked at the sunset again. I only see that the colors of the clouds are constantly changing, one is rosewood, the other is lily, and there are pear yellow and eggplant purple, which are changeable. She can change from one color to another in the blink of an eye.

The shape of the cloud is also unpredictable and lifelike. Sometimes like a graceful little fairy, shaking her beautiful sleeves and dancing; Sometimes it is like a big soft cotton candy, which is touching; Sometimes it's like waves on the river, very rough.

After a while, the dazzling light of the sun disappeared. It was red and hid in the dark clouds, as if the dark clouds were going to fight with the sun. Not to be outdone, the sun radiates all the light, setting a golden edge for the dark clouds. I knew the sun was going down, so I looked at it motionless. Slowly, the sun set on the hillside and disappeared. But the sky is red, as if it were on fire.

At sunset, it opens its arms to people and coats plants and animals with gold. How I wish to see the sun, even though it is so brilliant!

Sunset composition 10 I have been crazy about the sunset for a long time, but I can't explain why. I just think sunset is a very unique thing, and the glory before sunrise indicates the arrival of a new day; When the sun sets, it turns into gorgeous wings of white clouds and hides behind them; Sunset brilliantly heralds the arrival of night. However, it was the eternal moment when she ended that touched my heart. At that moment, I seemed to penetrate the sunset and see behind, but all I saw was darkness. I was shocked by everything except darkness, and the tears in my eyes flowed out mercilessly. It turns out that I am eager to see it, but it is dark.

I don't mean to lament autumn, but I'm afraid the flowers will wither.

I still believe that, as always, behind the sunset is the most beautiful place in my heart. As I grow older, I have a deeper understanding of the sunset. I always feel that there is more than darkness behind the sunset, but I haven't fully understood it.

Because I love me, love my dog, I changed my screen name to Behind the Sunset. I have always felt that there is nothing to write about personal description, but now, I have written this passage: to see the sun, for all his glory is buried by the coming night. What I feel is not how gorgeous the sunset is, but what I have been pursuing all my life behind it.

I am a person who likes to play word games. I always like to write the joys and sorrows of life and beautiful scenery in wise and transparent language. Hate the bondage behind the sunset, like freedom, and pursue wanton beauty and indulgence.

What is behind the sunset?

I don't know!

Sunset Composition 1 1 In order to watch the sunset on Mount Tai, my mother and I went to the Moon Pavilion in Wang Fu after six o'clock to watch the sunset. The sun has fallen on the horizon, slowly gathering dazzling light, only emitting soft golden light from the surrounding, as if covered with a golden lampshade. The original light blue sky gradually deepened its color, and the distant hills seemed to be coated with a layer of glittering golden light, which was particularly solemn and elegant. I knew the sun was going down, so I stared at it. Sure enough, the fireball Sun jumped down slowly. The red ball dyed the surrounding clouds colorful and turned them into purple, red and gold ... Soon, the sun disappeared on the top of the mountain, like a huge apple falling to the top of the mountain, and the light shone golden on the tree. We are all sorry, but the sun miraculously appeared in the sky through the clouds, and the clouds were immediately dyed dazzling gold. At this time, the sun has become a golden sickle, and he has gradually become smaller, and finally hid behind the mountain. His last glory dyed the sky red and then disappeared. The sunset ended our beautiful day.

I love the sunrise, but I prefer the colorful sunset.

To the west of sunset composition 12, the sky is still glowing with a faint glow, leaving only half the sun. The fiery red sun sank a little, and the surrounding light covered everything on the earth with a layer of gold gauze, and everything seemed hazy, just like a fairyland in a dream.

It sank a little, but the light around the hot sphere became stronger and stronger. It doesn't seem to want to sink like this. The original layer of gauze was inadvertently thickened, as if everything was plated with gold, which seemed so gorgeous and solemn.

The light gradually dimmed, and I knew he was going to sink, leaving only a small head. The glory of hard work is also blocked. From a distance to a nearby place, the pale yellow yarn was taken back by the sunset, just like the waves retreating. The stormy waves were only a moment of indifference, leaving only people's longing and yearning. He took away all the troubles and troubles of the day and rushed to the back of the mountain with the newly washed ones.

The sun is completely gone, and the moon hung in the sky a long time ago, reminding people that night is coming, and everything is back to its original state. Occasionally, the sound of cars came from the road, and everything seemed so quiet.

I stood at the window, my yearning for the sunset had already crossed the mountains and trees and flew to the sun, just like looking for matches in the dark, but I couldn't find them. ...

Sunset composition 13 Some people like the starry sky at night and the Bai Yue in the sky. They try their best to draw them and praise them with beautiful language. But I like to enjoy the beautiful sunset alone.

In the evening, the bloody sunset is brilliantly scattered in the distant sky. In the evening alternating day and night, there is a magical light between heaven and earth, and everything is inlaid with the most beautiful colors. The setting sun, like a drunken red-faced drunk, jumped down from the other side of the mountain, reflecting the water and the sky half red and half gold. To dress up for the sunset glow, the night girl borrowed a red spray from the river from the sunset glow and put it in her bright black hair. The color of the clouds beside the sunset changes greatly, from lily to golden, from red to yellow, from gray to red. In the blink of an eye, it turned into rosewood again. It's really colorful and changeable.

After a while, the sunset suddenly lost its dazzling light and became very soft and kind. The gentle sunshine shines on the house, plating it with a layer of gold, and shining on the face of the running and frolicking child, whose face is red. Shining on the grass, the grass is shining with golden waves. Shine on the newborn foal, and the foal will turn into gold. The color of the clouds beside the sunset changes greatly, from lily to golden, from red to yellow, from gray to red. In the blink of an eye, it turned into rosewood again. It's really colorful and changeable.

I am fascinated by this magical scenery! Then the sunset will say goodbye to us. It slowly fell into the clouds, and put away the last ray of light in the homing birds and people's happy laughter. But I believe that this day has passed and a new day will come. I think the sunset tomorrow will be more beautiful than today.

At this time, the afterglow of the sunset dyed the white clouds wandering in the blue sky red and set them with shiny lace. These white clouds soon turned into rosy sunset clouds. Every time I see this scene, I think of an old man with a bronze face.

That was when I was in kindergarten. One day, my neighbor Mao Mao showed me off with a string of Sugar-Coated Berry. I asked her to give me one, but she refused, and I almost cried.

When I got home, I saw my mother's necklace on the table. I had a brainwave, took it and ran to the village head. There is an old man selling candied haws. I held the necklace in front of him: "Grandpa, can I exchange it for a gourd?" The old man's white beard moved. I got a pimple on my forehead, and it took me a while to change a bunch of candied haws. He sighed when I gave it.

I didn't take Sugar-Coated Berry straight home, so I went to show Mao Mao a good look. It was a long time before I set foot in the house. When my mother heard me say that candied haws were exchanged for necklaces, she flew into a rage, knocked out candied haws and cried and asked me who I had exchanged them with. I was shocked. At this moment, someone knocked at our door. My mother wiped away her tears and opened the door. At the door stood an old man selling hall gourds. He smiled and took out the necklace from the pimple and gave it to his mother. "Children are not sensible, forget it!" Mom just woke up from a dream and thanked her again and again. Grandpa waved and turned away.

Looking at his back, which is no longer young, gradually blurred in the afterglow of the sunset, I can't help crying in shame.

I remember when I was a child, my sister once invited me to watch the sunset.

We came to the back hill to watch the sunset. I blinked, confused, and thought: What's so beautiful about the sun? I can't help but turn to look at my sister. She seemed to forget my existence, lost in the situation at that time, and her face was golden with the afterglow, which was particularly beautiful. I still vaguely feel that my sister sighed softly.

Now, I am a junior two student, and my busy studies fill every corner of my life. Once, when I was sorting out my homework, I suddenly turned around and my eyes were suddenly attracted by the scenery outside the window.

In the distance are continuous hills, like brothers. There is a sunset hanging on the hill, and it is gradually trying to disappear from the sky. My mind suddenly recalled me and my sister watching the sunset.

Where the sky meets the mountain, it is particularly red by the sunset, and gradually darkens outward until it reflects half the sky. The sunset is not so dazzling, but so gentle. Near sunset, there are wisps of clouds floating, which cast a veil over the sunset. Suddenly, several unknown birds emerged from the thin clouds, twittering and flying, and somehow disappeared; Suddenly, it appeared in my sight again. What a good sentence "see the sun, even though it is so brilliant"!

Mo, I found the sunset bigger and rounder, like a huge jade plate hanging high in the sky.

Alas, another day has passed, which reminds me of Shimi's Sunset. What did I do during the day? For a moment, I seemed to understand some feelings of my sister.