Narrative composition for fourth grade primary school

In daily study, work and life, it is inevitable for everyone to come into contact with or use composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words. What kind of compositions have you seen? Below are 9 narrative compositions for the fourth grade of primary school that I have compiled for you. You are welcome to read them. I hope you will like them. Narrative Composition for the Fourth Grade of Primary School Part 1

In the morning, I was sleeping at home and was suddenly awakened by a burst of music. I opened my eyes and saw that it was my mother's cell phone that rang, and the caller displayed on the screen was "Lao Gao". I reluctantly got up from the bed, took the mobile phone to my mother, and said loudly: "Mom, I have called you!"

My mother was stunned, picked up the mobile phone and looked at it. He glanced at it and couldn't help but laugh. After my mother finished answering the phone, she held the phone in front of me and said, "Take a closer look. Is this word 'du'?" I looked at it carefully and said, "Hey, there are so many characters for '口' in it. Where is Yiheng?" My mother smiled and told me whether the word "gao" should be pronounced "dai". While talking, he nodded my little head with his hand: "You, you must read the words carefully in the future, and the same goes for homework. Don't always be careless." I stuck out my tongue and said with a playful smile: "Okay. , I remember it.”

The Chinese characters are really naughty, and they confuse people by sneakily adding an extra horizontal line. I must be careful when reading and writing in the future, otherwise I will make a joke again. Narrative composition for the fourth grade of elementary school Part 2

Shen Zhenzhu wanted me to go to their house to play, but my mother didn’t agree, and I was very angry. So as soon as I got home, I asked angrily: "Mom, why don't you let me go to Shen Zhenzhu's house to play?" "Because you have no sense of time, and you didn't come back to your classmate's house for a long time." Mom said, "In the end, you came back I don't have time to do my homework at home." "Why don't I just do my homework at their house? I really want to go to their house, please." I turned from anger to begging. "Impossible." Mom said firmly, "If you do homework with her, you will probably copy each other's answers." "Then my friends and I won't be able to understand each other." "You will have plenty of time after you graduate from sixth grade. Play." Mom persuaded me slowly. "Really?" I asked doubtfully. My mother patted my head and said, "Really, go and do your homework." "Okay" I went to the desk to do my homework. Narrative Composition for the Fourth Grade of Primary School Part 3

Haha, I am so happy today! My mother, who is usually too lazy to exercise, actually invited me and my father to play badminton today. The sun was really shining in the west! It turned out that her weight exceeded the historical record, which made her suffer a blow. In order to lose weight, she played badminton with us. However, this is not bad. I, a novice, can also show off my "extraordinary skills."

When I got to the arena, I took out my racket and couldn't wait to say to my mother: "Mom, let's start." I started to serve. However, the first hit failed, the second hit still failed, and the third hit was finally blocked by my mother. I sent several "high balls" in succession, but they were all caught by my mother. Next, I lost even more miserably. I was beaten completely by my mother's unknown "flying ball". I thought: Alas! Today was really unlucky. Seeing my dejected look, my father said to me: "You are a novice. It is normal to lose to your mother. Let me teach you."

I saw my father holding it in his left hand. I picked up the badminton, gently threw the ball up, raised the racket with my right hand, and hit the ball hard. The ball flew out lightly. I was so envious. I picked up the racket, followed my father's example, and started serving. , but unexpectedly, due to uneven force, not only did I fail to send the ball, but I also fell into a "dog chewing mud". I threw the racket on the ground in anger and said loudly: "Playing badminton is so boring, I won't learn anymore." After hearing this, my father came over, patted me on the shoulder, and said to me kindly: "Everything is difficult at the beginning. No matter what you do, you can't give up halfway. Only by perseverance can you succeed." After listening to my father's words, I picked up the racket again, Keep practicing.

I followed my father's example, gently tossing the ball up, raising the racket with my right hand, and hitting the ball hard, once, twice, three times...I don't know how many times I learned it, and finally, the ball I sent out could Flying out lightly. Next, I started competing with my dad.

Dad served first, and the badminton flew to my head, and I hit it back. I saw the badminton flying back and forth between the two of us, but good shows can't be staged often. When we were playing, my father suddenly hit a very high ball. Haha, I am not someone to be bullied. I seized the opportunity and dunked the ball. At this time, my father came up with another low ball. I didn't catch it, so I had to throw the ball obediently. The gap is getting bigger and bigger, what should we do? Dad said: "You'd better surrender." I responded: "A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated. It is impossible for me to surrender." I came up with a plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain. He hit a ball to the left and Dad caught it. I hit another ball to the right, and the ball flew to the ground at lightning speed. Dad didn't catch it. He was stunned. I laughed, and even my mother who was watching the game applauded me. The battle between me and my father became more and more intense, and I became more and more courageous as I fought. Finally, I narrowly defeated my father at 21:19 and ended in success!

Learning to play badminton this time not only strengthened my physique and exercised my body, but also made me understand: no matter what I do, I can’t give up halfway. Only by perseverance can I succeed. It’s great to learn to play badminton! Narrative composition for fourth grade primary school Part 4

What are the qualities and spirit that a soldier must possess? Moving forward bravely? Are you going ahead despite the difficulties? Or perseverance? This question will be solved today, the last day of military training.

In the morning, we lined up seriously and came to the playground to make full preparations before the military parade: standing in military posture, turning directions, queue training and counting, etc. Although the instructors were very dissatisfied with our training results, they still patiently corrected our mistakes time and time again and demonstrated to us. At this time, the sun seemed to be against everyone, constantly releasing heat. We were sweating profusely, but because we were little soldiers, we stayed still. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in our faces, as if saying to us: "Little soldiers, persistence is victory, come on! When it was finally time for the 2nd training company to review, we lined up in 4 neat rows and walked to the leader and listened carefully to the instructor. The command was loudly shouted: “One, two, three, four! In the end, we received enthusiastic and enthusiastic applause.

When the students had dinner together for the last time, the instructor gave some bullet casings to some students in our class, but unfortunately I did not get them. It’s a bit reluctant to say goodbye to these two humorous instructors, but there’s no such thing as a banquet. I hope we can meet again in the future!

Through these five days of training, I finally learned that the qualities needed by soldiers are not just courage, not just perseverance, and not just perseverance, but the combination of these three. combine. This military training really benefited me a lot. Narrative Composition for Fourth Grade Elementary School Chapter 5

Whenever I press "502" after school, I always hope that it is my father on the other end, because he always rushes to me before I get to the second floor. He came down, took my schoolbag for me, held my hand, and said half-panting: "Our baby is exhausted!" He followed his father, shaking his big hand, and walked to the fifth floor!

At both ends of the stairs, there is always a pair of big hands gently holding my hair that is messed up by the wind, stroking the chaos in my heart, making me feel like a spring breeze, immersed in endless tenderness. That's my father.

Just like this, year after year flies by. In the blink of an eye, I have entered junior high school and am facing graduation. On that day, when I was walking in the corridor, waiting for my father's big hand, I suddenly felt that every second was so long! The celebration lights were out of order, and they were flickering. Under the dim light, I saw my father's hurried expression and heard his breathing mixed with a violent heartbeat. I stood there sadly, suddenly feeling how old my father was: his temples were gray, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was criss-crossed... All of this was piercing my eyes and my heart. I hold the schoolbag strap tightly with both hands.

He stretched out his big hand and said, "Dad, help you get it! It's too heavy!" I held his hand and said, "No need. Dad, it's not heavy!" We walked all the way to the fifth floor...

From After that, whenever I rang the doorbell, I would run quickly to the other end of the stairs [source]. In this way, the place where my father picked me up went from the second floor to the third floor, and then from the third floor to the fourth floor... When I got home, I Put love in the palm of your hand and gently stroke his white hair. Looking at my father's face, all the good things in the past are displayed before my eyes, but he is so old now! I can’t help but feel sad! Fortunately, the tears finally did not fall.

Now, whenever my father comes home from shopping for groceries, I rush downstairs, grab the heavy object from his hand, hold up my father’s big hand, and say: "It’s too heavy. Dad, let me Come and do these!” I know the emotion in my father’s eyes!

"Daughter, you have grown up!"...all the way to the fifth floor.

If home is the warmest place, then at both ends of the stairs is the concentration of warmth and the depth of love!

Happiness is at both ends of the stairs. Narrative Composition for the Fourth Grade of Primary School Part 6

Today, I conducted an interesting summer camp at my school, Sicun Primary School. Although it was only one day, I was still very happy.

When we walked into the campus, the weather was still a bit sultry today, but the teachers and students on campus were all smiling as if they were attending a large-scale event. We were quickly immersed in the joy of the party.

We sat down in the lecture theater, and one person handed out a white sun hat and a bottle of mineral water. After a while, the counselor of the team happily announced the content and arrangements of this event. In the enthusiastic speech of Principal Yan, our summer camp officially began!

The first project is to share the wonderful performances of the students in our school’s Children’s Palace. Everyone is really like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea - each showing his or her own magical powers, but what impressed me the most was the performance of classmate Zhang Hongxuan. What he performed was storytelling, and he told a story about how he saved a student in a dangerous situation and ended up being buried in a sea of ??fire with his young daughter. Classmate Zhang Hongxuan told the story vividly. When I told the story about the teacher who was finally drowned in the sea of ??fire, my eyes could not help but fill with tears. I found that Zhang Hongxuan was also in tears at this time. The atmosphere at the venue also became extremely solemn as the story unfolded. The counselor told us that this program won the second prize in the Anhui Provincial Storytelling Competition. As soon as he finished telling his story, we burst into excited applause. Some had tears in their eyes and compliments on their lips; some clapped vigorously and showed admiration on their faces. What an impressive performance!

The second activity is to watch the movie "Kung Fu Panda 2". The fascinating plot and exaggerated movements made the classroom burst into bursts of laughter.

When it was lunch time, the principal and secretary led the staff to place delicious meals in front of us. We couldn't wait to lift the lid and ate it with relish. Suddenly, the classroom was filled with fragrance. The most interesting thing is how everyone eats: some are eating with big mouthfuls, looking like Zhu Bajie who has been hungry for many days, with rice grains and soup hanging on his mouth; some are eating and talking non-stop. Author: Well, it’s delicious

Delicious! What makes people laugh even more is that the children at the same table are grabbing food from each other's bowls, which makes everyone burst into laughter.

After dinner, we took a rest in the multimedia classroom with the air conditioner blowing on. After eating the fruits prepared by the school, we went to the badminton hall to watch the game in high spirits. Look, the team members are as energetic as the athletes at the London Olympics. The game begins! The two girls here are fighting so fiercely! You hit a long ball and I hit a lob, and the sweat flowed down the hairlines on both sides. They didn't care at all. I really admire their perseverance in sportsmanship. After the game, I interviewed an athlete in our class, Dai Le, who lost to someone else. I asked him why he was still so happy. He said: “I love this sport and should keep doing it.

Even though I was defeated, I got guidance from an expert! Isn't this a happy thing? ”

What an unforgettable one-day summer camp! It brings us inspiration, brings us confidence, and brings us the joy of growing up! Narrative Composition for the Fourth Grade of Primary School 7

Yesterday at noon I received a task - to review the students' compositions for the teacher. I was so happy! I usually see the teacher drawing circles on the students' compositions with a pen when reviewing the students' compositions. I feel that the teacher is very majestic. I thought: It would be great if I could draw circles in my classmates’ notebooks like this! Now the opportunity finally came! I was so excited that I couldn’t wait to go to Wen Qian’s place to review her essay.

The time for the interview is finally here. I took the essay from my colleagues and read it. This first article was poorly written. I found two problems at the beginning: the sentences did not make sense and the words were repeated. I followed the teacher's example and tapped the composition paper with a pencil, and said seriously: "There is a problem at the beginning of your composition. Your words are repeated and your sentences are not fluent. It should be changed to this..." I said, crossing out the words with repeated meanings for her, and helping her to make the sentences smoother. I read it again, ha, it turned out much smoother. I couldn't help but feel proud of this small success. .

I then read on and helped her figure out a natural paragraph. As I changed it, I found that the human language took up a lot of space in the composition, and the description of the scene was very small. The article seemed dull and boring, and it became a running account.

We revised it like this. Half an hour passed, and an hour passed. There were beads of sweat on my forehead, and my waist became sore. The hand holding the pen was sweating a lot. The composition was finally revised! I asked the first classmate to read it. The revised composition is much better than the original text, with less human language, more scene descriptions, and more wonderful words. I smiled happily. My efforts were not in vain. Although I was very tired, I felt very happy.

I finally realized how hard the teacher worked! It is so hard to review the essays of one classmate, let alone the teacher who has to review the essays of 54 classmates. It is so hard for the teacher to correct our homework, but we are unwilling to do our daily homework and often write a few words casually. How can we answer the teacher? I thought, my face burning. Usually we only complain about how much homework we have and how tiring it is to do it, but we never think about the teacher’s corrections. How hard it is to be a 54-minute homework teacher! People who have never been a teacher will never know how hard it is to correct homework, but after being a teacher for 90 minutes, I deeply understand the hard work of the teacher correcting homework. The hard work of homework is nothing compared to the hard work of the teacher correcting the homework! How can we be worthy of every teacher who teaches us if we don’t study hard?

After being a teacher for 90 minutes, I I have benefited a lot! Narrative Composition for the Fourth Grade of Primary School 8

In our lives, there have been many "firsts", and each "first" is like a footprint. As we grew up, we were unforgettable, and the one that impressed me the most was the first time I made dumplings.

I remember one time, I was watching TV and saw my mother busy making dumplings. It was fun, so I went to help make the dumplings. I picked the largest piece of skin, picked up a large piece of leek meat with chopsticks, put it on top, and then slowly closed it, but there was too much filling in the dumplings, and it flowed out from the four sides of the dumplings. , and a dumpling appeared that was so fat that it was about to explode. I was furious, but I quickly calmed down.

The second time I added less stuffing, and after wrapping it, it was very thin compared to my mother’s. It was like skin and bones. I kept making it for a few times, but I was still not satisfied. Finally, when I made the 25th dumpling, it was as good as my mother's.

The first time I made dumplings, it was really good. Interesting! Making dumplings for the first time made me understand that I have to be patient and careful in order to achieve success. Narrative composition for the fourth grade of primary school 9

The weather is warm and gentle, and it touches my cheeks naturally. With a sparse fragrance.

I felt a wonderful sense of joy, snuggled up next to M, and grinned. But I can't predict what the future will be like for me.

While reading, the teacher suddenly remembered the little host competition a few days ago - no one had signed up yet, and the competition was going to be held this afternoon. Speaking of which, it's strange in the class that few people sign up for competitions, events, etc., and they always have to wait until the teacher urges them to do so. The teacher said anxiously: "Those who want to participate, raise their hands!" At this moment, my heart was extremely conflicted and painful. This feeling is really incomparable. Going? Hosting in front of people? Me, can I? Do I have the courage? However, if I don’t go, I obviously want it so much and hope to exercise and change myself. The classmate at the side smiled and urged me to raise my hand, and the classmates behind me also pushed my arm to ask me to sign up. Simply, I gritted my teeth, raised my hand weakly, and shrank into the crowd, still trembling slightly. Unexpectedly, registration was very enthusiastic, and the number of people obviously exceeded the limit. The teacher decided to use lunch to screen the class first. At this moment, my heart felt like it was electrocuted, and I shivered violently. Oh my gosh! Introducing yourself and reading an article aloud in front of classmates? Despite all the fears, I still waited until noon.

By noon, four or five students had already withdrawn. My words of quitting were choked on my lips. I wanted to say it but I couldn’t let go of this opportunity. Every minute and every second, for me, All very touching. However, God was still extremely merciful and postponed the game due to time constraints. I also got some time to prepare, so I bit my pen and wrote the self-introduction carefully. From time to time, the embarrassing scene in front of the podium appeared in my mind, and a cold sweat broke out behind me. Time flies, and it’s the seventh period of the official competition, but the competition in our class has not yet started. The teacher was so anxious that anyone who wanted to come should hurry up and perform. An unexpected scene occurred. All the students in the class timidly gave up. No one dared to stand in front of the teacher or the podium. My heart went up and down with anxiety again, and this time, it was obviously stronger than the first time. I suddenly remembered, the frustration of missing that calligraphy competition; the sadness of missing that painting competition; the regret of missing that typing competition... The past misses came to my eyes together, what strength was there to support them? I raised my hands high.

The teacher eagerly called me over, feeling relieved in my heart. Just in time for the school to watch a program, I just stood in front of the teacher and whispered the words I had already mastered. The teacher nodded approvingly, smiled and said: "Okay, okay, okay. You go back first." I breathed a deep sigh of relief, and then participated in the competition with the rest of my classmates. In the bright and spacious lecture hall, I smiled naturally. After those struggles, what did I have to fear?

The sun is still shining brightly, and my smile is still high. But at this moment, it has a deeper meaning. This time, I grabbed the opportunity tightly, and this time, I won’t miss it again!