Moving composition for fourth grade

In daily study, work, and life, everyone has written compositions, and they must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Writing compositions is to cultivate people’s observation, association, imagination, and thinking skills. and important means of memory. So the question is, how to write an excellent essay? The following are 10 touching compositions for the fourth grade that I carefully compiled. Welcome to read and collect them. Touching Composition for the Fourth Grade Part 1

There is a child who loves learning. He has a sick father and his mother has passed away.

Later, a free primary school opened near his home. Which child goes to bed early and gets up early every day because he loves to study? What about his father? Can't we just tie him up at home? The child's every move moved me deeply. He actually used all his strength to carry his father to school. When he encountered a river, he tied up his trousers, put his feet into the water, and walked heavily with his father on his back. When he arrived at school, his sick father must sit down. If he didn't sit down, the disease would relapse. He refused to sit down and asked his father to sit. When he returned, he fainted. "Ah! I have a fever. How about it? I have to go to school in the afternoon, so I'd better call and talk to the teacher." said the father. The child said in a weak voice: "No, Dad, I can hold on. No need to call. I will go to school in the afternoon." The father said: "That's it, you go to school and I will be at home." The child said: " No, no one will take care of you, I have to carry you to school." After saying that, he stood up and fell down again when he was about to be picked up by his father. The father said: "I'd better stay at home and call people to deliver medicine. I can take care of myself." The child said in the loudest voice: "No, just keep the phone money to buy medicine." After that, , stood up, and carried his father on his back. Even if he fell down, his father would not be hurt. He fell down again and again, stood up again and again, and stumbled towards school.

Day by day, their living expenses gradually decreased. At night, the child worked hard to make money and did not sleep for an hour for twenty-four hours a day. When he went to school, he was not energetic enough. He just rubbed his head. He rubbed his eyes and returned to his previous study state. After class, his classmates asked him why he often rubbed his eyes during class. Could it be that you were crying? The kid didn't want to tell his classmates the truth.

The neighbor wrote an article about this incident and spread it to the school and throughout the country. Since the school learned about this, it launched a donation drive and people sent money one after another. When they have money, they still live frugally as before, except sometimes buying a few books to read.

Life is still the same, and so is the family. They just have more love because of people’s sacrifices for them. That child will always remain in their hearts and will never be forgotten.

I believe that this child will make a lot of money when he grows up and change his life to a better place. Isn’t this child’s spirit worth learning from? I believe this spirit can shake the whole world, and even the entire universe! Touching Composition for the Fourth Grade Part 2

Winter is coming, and the snowflakes are flying like goose feathers.

My little hands were already red from the cold. At this time, my mother came over and said, "Is it cold?" "Yeah," I replied. Mother gently rubbed my hand with her big warm hands, and then placed it on her thigh. I looked at my loving mother, and a warm current surged into my heart. My eyes were moist, and the air felt frozen for a moment, and I didn't know what to say.

Another winter day, I fell seriously ill and couldn't go to school, so I had to lie in bed and rest! One day later, I came to school, and several of my buddies came up to ask about the cold and warmth. My tears came again. Eyes rolling.

After school, I was called to the office by the teacher, who asked about my physical condition. I replied: "It's okay." The teacher asked me to take out my Chinese textbook and gave me a full 10-minute lesson. After that, he sent me out of school again. At this time, my mother was already waiting for me at the school gate. When I saw the teacher sending me out, we chatted for a few words. Then, he said hello to the teacher and left, leaving this ice and snow school.

What is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers.

I said:

Touch is a warm current, which turns the ruthless glaciers into streams, watering the young spiritual saplings of children, making them grow into towering trees.

The snowflakes are still flying like goose feathers, but I no longer feel cold... Touching Composition for the Fourth Grade Part 3

This winter vacation, I spent it in Sichuan. An accidental car ride experience moved me very much.

On the No. 1 bus, the conductor is selling tickets. At this time, a woman came up and held a baby. The child was crying, "Wow, wow, woo, woo", which was so annoying. "Give up your seat to passengers in need!" The conductor did his duty. "Come and sit here!" They said in unison, and several people stood up and offered their seats. Among them were some older uncles, middle-aged men, energetic young men, and me. "Old man, you are old, so you should sit down and rest!" the middle-aged man said with a smile. "Hey, don't look at me. I'm already seventy-nine and my body is strong. It's okay to give up my seat to a lesbian with a baby in her arms." The old man also said. "Hey, I think I'm young, so I'd better give in. You all sit down!" the young man said. "No, no, no! I'll get off at the next stop. It's best if I give in!" I stood up and went over to pull the mother over. Just as I walked over, the young man put his big mountaineering bag on my empty seat and said loudly to all the passengers in the car: "Don't sit on any of them! This is for exclusive use!" He pointed to that one again. Woman holding baby. "Come on, come on!" I pulled the mother and son to their original seats, and the young man quickly grabbed his hiking bag and let the woman sit on the seat smoothly. The mother kept saying, "Thank you!" as if the word was a small bowl that could scoop out the gratitude in her heart. Then, the incident ended with the applause of the passengers and conductors, the women's thanks, and the "red-faced" smiles of several of us who gave up our seats.

In this incident, I was moved by the unanimous invitation, the enthusiasm to give up my seat, the kindness in helping others and the heartfelt gratitude after being helped, and therefore, it will also be remembered by me! Touching Composition for Fourth Graders Part 4

On Saturday evening, the sky was overcast, with drizzle falling from time to time. Several barn swallows were playing carefree on the road. Suddenly, a large truck roared past. My heart tightened and I couldn't help but close my eyes. I knew something unfortunate had happened...

A barn swallow was lying on the ground motionless, bleeding, eyes closed, and covered in bruises. The feathers on its body were messed up, and its head hung limply on the ground. It wanted to take a look at this beautiful world, but it didn't have the energy to open its eyes. It was obvious that it had expired. Suddenly, a little barn swallow flew over and landed next to it, screaming in fear. Apparently the bird lying on the ground was its mother. It saw its mother motionless by the roadside, and jumped back and forth anxiously. It seemed to be saying: "Mom, Mom, don't sleep here. It's not good if you catch a cold! I'm hungry, wake up!" However, my mother was still lying on the cold ground and couldn't scream no matter how hard she screamed. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, but the little barn swallow didn't know it. Suddenly it found that its mother's body was cold, so it opened its arms and covered her with its wings, hoping to keep her warm. At the same time, it screamed desperately and pecked at her mother with its small beak, hoping that her mother would wake up, but the mother bird Lying on the ground still unresponsive. Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the mother's body rolled around in the wind. The little barn swallow thought that her mother was awake, and jumped up and down happily, but her mother still did not wake up. When it knew its mother was dead, it was very sad! I had no choice but to leave reluctantly and helplessly. The rain became heavier, and the little barn swallow turned back step by step...

When I saw this scene, I felt particularly uncomfortable. I was thinking: Didn't the driver see it? A flock of birds on the road? Why can't it be slower? Animals, like us humans, are all living creatures! Please cherish life and never hurt it. Touching Composition for Fourth Graders Part 5

I have experienced many things in my life, but so far only that incident has moved me.

I remember that time, we were in the 200-meter running competition. I accidentally stumbled and fell heavily to the ground. Looking at the other (her) athletes' retreating backs, I My nose was sour, and some students whispered: If you can't run, then don't run. What can you do? It's better now. We got the last place. Huh?" Hearing this made me even sadder. I felt that I had brought everyone down. , tears kept rolling in her eyes, this was Qin Yuxi running towards me, squatting down and gently lifting me up, and asked me anxiously: "What's wrong? It's okay! "A warm friendship suddenly filled me, "It's okay," I said calmly.

Qin Yuxi helped me limp to a chair on the edge of the playground and sat down. He knelt down and gently rolled up my trouser legs. Why did you say it was okay when there was blood from such a big wound? Just lose! If you lose this time, keep fighting next time. We all believe in you. I couldn't tell the feeling in my heart and I said, "Hurry up, hurry up." Just like this, she supported me all the way, which reminded me of what my parents often said. "Life is a long road, and it is rare to meet someone who knows me." In the past five years, we have been encouraging each other and competing. I now understand that the friendship between us has been silently buried in each other's hearts. Looking back on this incident, I have always been touched. I am so touched to have such a good classmate and good friend. I feel proud to have such a good confidant! 6

I am tired of studying. We will be touched when our parents peel an apple for us; when we are thirsty, we will be touched when a friend brings back a glass of water for us; when we are depressed, we will be touched when we receive a word of comfort; when we are happy, we will be touched when we have friends to share our happiness with us. We will be moved; on ordinary days, when we receive a small blessing, even if it is just a petal or a leaf, we will be moved...

People, we are moved by so many ordinary things every day! Perhaps, sometimes it is because of their ordinaryness that we turn a blind eye. There is a saying: "The reason why people are moved is because they live in love. "There is love in the world of mortals, and there is affection in the world. Why should we let mediocrity blind our eyes and prevent us from feeling moved?

What is moved? A thousand people have a thousand answers. But , No one can tell an emotionless person what touching is, because touching is not expressed with words, but with the heart, like drinking from the sweet spring that refreshes the heart and mind. Becoming clear and bright; touching, like the intoxicating sea breeze. Feeling the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious; touching, like appreciating the heart-wrenching white snow, our hearts become quiet and peaceful. Peace. When there are no traces of emotion in the world, it becomes a cold and ruthless world.

I remember that was a morning a few weeks ago. I had a conflict with a classmate the day before, so I felt unhappy. I walked into the classroom with heavy steps, and suddenly I saw my classmates immersed themselves in writing something. I asked my deskmate, and he said: "You have to do questions 2~5 on page 43 of the math book. The teacher will check it in the afternoon. "When I heard this, I immediately took out my pen and started writing seriously. As time went by, there were more and more people in the classroom, the noise became louder and louder, and there were more and more people playing. Suddenly Zhong Heng ran past me, and he hit my hand hard. A big gash immediately appeared on my notebook, which was very deep and cut through 3 or 4 pieces of paper. I immediately became furious when this happened. I kept saying it all day long, and when school was over in the afternoon, he walked past my seat with a smile. I quickly threw down a neatly folded piece of paper and ran away. After clearing my schoolbag, I walked home with the piece of paper. When I got home, I carefully opened the piece of paper. , my heart beat wildly every time I opened a layer, wondering if this was a threatening letter. Finally, the letter was opened, and there were 12 straight words written inside: "Shen Yutong, I'm sorry, please forgive me." ! "When I saw these sincere words, my eyes were moist, and tears flowed down slowly. Of course, they were happy tears. The next day, I gave him "It's okay, I forgive you." When he saw the note, the two of us just looked at each other and smiled at each other.

This incident really moved me. Although Zhong Heng and I didn't have many conversations, the angel of friendship built a bridge between us and resolved the conflicts. To this day, when I think of this incident, I am still deeply moved, and a warm current warms my whole body... Touching Composition for the Fourth Grade 7

Today is Friday, during the first class in the afternoon, The teacher said to us: "Now we are going to the audio-visual classroom to listen to the speech." The students were very happy.

The theme of the speech we listened to today is "Love Parents, Love Motherland". What moved me the most was the part about loving my parents. As I listened, tears flowed down from the corners of my eyes. This speech touched me deeply. As the saying goes, "When a son travels a thousand miles, his mother worries, but when a mother travels a thousand miles, her son doesn't worry." How much have our parents paid for our growth, and what return do we have to our parents? Our parents have paid so much for us so that we can study hard and serve the country!

But in life, we also How do you do it? Some students don't take their parents' money seriously and always want this or that. Our parents have paid so much for us, aren't we satisfied? I regret that I made my parents angry and ignored my mother when she was angry.

After listening to this speech, I felt very guilty. I want to care about my parents, say "I love you" when they are in their most difficult time, and bring them a basin of water to soak their feet when they are most tired.

Finally, I want to say: Mom and Dad, I love you! Touching Composition for the Fourth Grade 8

In life, I have experienced many things that make me happy. There are also things that make me sad... There is one thing that I will never forget. It was one day in the summer when I was in third grade.

After summer vacation, my mother took me to travel. The place we went to was in a big mountain. I don’t remember what it was called. However, I remember that there was an almost bare grass field, and it was here that I met a little girl.

In fact, we don’t even know each other. She is a little girl who has been walking with us since we got off the bus. This little girl is very beautiful and is wearing a pink dress with a yellow bow. I looked at an aunt next to the little girl. The aunt was very simple and wore a pair of flat shoes. It was obvious that she was the mother of a little girl, about the same age as my mother.

When they arrived with us at the almost bare grassland on the top of the mountain, "Mom, where are we?" a milky voice rang out. The aunt touched the girl's head and said, "My child, you came to a lawn full of flowers. It's beautiful here." I then discovered that the little girl was a blind child. She couldn't see anything and could only ask questions. Her mother. I wanted to tell the little girl that there weren’t any flowery lawns here, and they weren’t pretty. At this time, the girl took her mother's hand and said: "Mom, I smell the fragrance of flowers, let me listen, yo, so many flowers are blooming..." In an instant, my eyes were moist, and what the little girl said next made me Didn't listen to it either.

I saw a great mother and an amazing little girl. They told white lies to comfort each other. Their tenacity was unforgettable to me. This thing really impressed me. Moved. Touching Composition for Fourth Graders Part 9

Looking at this title, I couldn’t help but think of the nurse aunt and her meticulous care for the patients. It was a Sunday in March this year. Dad had otitis media and had to go to the hospital for examination. I clamored to go with my father, but my father had no choice but to take me. When I arrived at the hospital, my father wanted to see a doctor. After seeing the doctor, the doctor suggested that my father should receive an infusion, which would help him get better quickly. I accompanied my father to the infusion room for infusion. When I arrived at the infusion room, I saw many patients inside. Some were adults accompanying children; others were uncles and aunts accompanying grandparents; and some were alone. I saw all the nurses and aunties working nervously and orderly. Suddenly, my eyes stopped on an old woman. Perhaps this old woman had no family to accompany her. There was no one around her. A nurse aunt was giving her an injection. She was talking to her grandma while giving her injection. After the injection, she said to her kindly: "Grandma, if you need anything, just call me. I will come at any time." After hearing this, the old grandma said repeatedly: "Okay, okay." After a while, the aunt came again and asked, "Grandma, do you want some water? I can give it to you.

Grandma shook her head and said, "No, kid, you can do your own business!" After the aunt left, she would ask other patients from time to time if they felt uncomfortable. After a while, I suddenly noticed that the old woman was looking around, as if she was looking for the nurse. At this time, I saw the aunt coming over. Walking to the old grandma, she asked softly: "Grandma, do you want to go to the toilet? Let me go with you!" The grandma looked at the smiling child, her lips were trembling, and she was so excited that she didn't know what to say. good. I just kept saying: "My child, you are so kind!" The nurse aunt just smiled and said: "It's okay, we are nurses, and it is our bounden duty to take care of patients." Touching Composition for the Fourth Grade 10

Have you ever been moved? It left me with a bitter and unforgettable memory...

That was on the way home from school last semester. An unfortunate thing happened - we had a car accident and were hit by a van. Fell down. I only remember that my mother and I were knocked to the ground on the spot. At that time, I felt it was dark in front of my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I was already lying on the ground. I only remember that my mother was trying to get up with a frown on her face, a slightly painful expression on her face, and she was still humming. One sentence he said was: "xx, are you hurt? Where does it hurt? Mom, rub it for you." I asked eagerly while rubbing my body. I felt my mother's hands were so warm. Just as I was enjoying the caress, I accidentally discovered that my mother's right ankle was shaking slightly and seemed to be swollen. When I saw this, I got up as if I had been electrocuted. , I asked worriedly in a whimpering tone: "What's wrong with your feet..." "It's okay, it's okay!" Mom interrupted me. But I could hear that although the voice was weak, it contained a mother's infinite love for her child. Suddenly, I felt as if I had knocked over the five-flavor bottle, and the sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy flavors spread all over my body. I thought to myself: Mom is so kind. Even when she was hurt, she still cared about me without caring about herself. I must be filial to her in the future! My mother caressed my head and said lovingly: "I can feel relieved now." I saw a sadness emanating from my body for some reason, and felt that I was the happiest child in the world.

The onlookers said, "Would you like to be sent to the hospital? You're seriously injured!" But the mother said, "It doesn't matter, I'll call back first and ask my family to pick up my daughter first." Go back and don't delay her homework..." At that time, I just felt a warm current welling up in my heart. I tried my best to swallow back the tears, but the tears flowed down unconsciously...

After arriving home, Everything that my mother said just now was in my mind. I couldn't eat and couldn't do my homework. Suddenly, a clear phone ring rang. I raised the phone in despair, ah! It turned out to be my mother: "xx, you Have you finished your homework? Does it still hurt? Don't worry about me, just listen to grandpa..." Tears welled up in my eyes again, and after a while I managed to say: "I know, be careful. Goodbye." My heart was shocked. I used to be so naughty, I always made her angry, I thought she was too wordy, and I lost my temper by being coquettish with her. Now that I think about it, I really need to reflect on it. At that time, I vowed that I would never make my mother angry again, and I would also study hard to repay her in the future!

When I went to bed at night, my heart was empty, and there was only worry and sincere love for my mother in my mind. My tears finally ran down my cheeks and moistened the pillow cover... "Whoever speaks of a blade of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light." I seemed to suddenly realize the meaning.