Go-karting fourth grade composition

In daily life or work and study, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. Composition is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. What is the composition you have seen? The following is the fourth-grade go-kart composition I helped you sort out, for reference only. Let's have a look.

On July 25th, Wuhu was scorching with the highest temperature of 40 degrees Celsius. But even so, there are still many young journalists who come to participate in the go-kart experience, and I am one of them.

When I came to the museum, I reported it first, and then I concentrated on watching others drive karts. Dad told me that go-karting has a left foot brake and a right foot accelerator. Don't drive too fast, or you will crash. After hearing what Dad said, I think Dad is also a go-kart driver! However, I am still worried about myself, afraid of crashing!

The waiting time is too long ... after half an hour, it's finally my turn! I'm going to try it on. It's okay! One, two, three, go! I set off and entered the track. Oh, no, there's a turn ahead! I hit the steering wheel too lightly, hit the isolation belt made of tires, and almost overturned! I hit the steering wheel hard and finally came close. I think I'll never hit it again. However, the car just won't listen to me. Turn around in front, DUANG! Rear-end collision! I slammed on the brakes, stopped, and then hit the steering wheel and hit the road again. Since the rear-end collision, I have slowed down every turn. I never crashed again!

Although I didn't drive kart very well today, I already know the key skills of driving kart well! I'm so happy!

On a boring afternoon, my mother told me an exciting thing, that is, I will go to a go-karting activity organized by a small reporter tomorrow!

The next morning, I came to the go-kart experience hall with great expectation. As soon as I entered the museum, I saw Mr. Ye, who was working hard, registering the list of every little reporter. After registration, Mr. Ye lined up in the order of registration, and then experienced it in groups of four. I am very happy that I was assigned to the first group and became the first group of small reporters who drove karts. Several of us got on the go-kart, holding the steering wheel, eager to try. I looked at the go-kart and even suspected that I was dreaming. You know, I don't even give my mom a bumper car. If it weren't for the slogan of the staff, I really doubt that I am dreaming! Oh! Oh! Oh! With the sound of the buzzer, we started the go-kart chase ... right foot accelerator, left foot brake, left and right hands holding the steering wheel, making sharp turns one after another, but on the third lap, something unfortunate happened. The car in front didn't hit the fence, and I chased after it, but I didn't panic, but calmly stepped on the brakes to avoid the accident. Later, I met.

This go-karting activity is fun and exciting, and the most important thing is to make me realize that there will be happiness in the game!

Today I'm going to draw on grandpa's tricycle.

Sitting on a tricycle, I have a sense of security: Grandpa is old, so he must drive slowly. I didn't expect grandpa to drive so fast that the car kept making a "bang" sound.

It will be uphill soon, and grandpa will speed up quickly. I feel like I'm going down the hill.

Not good! The cement road on the ground is full of pits. "Knock!" Sitting in the car, I pushed forward, fell down, and lay on my back, like a heavy turtle, unable to stand up. Grandpa's tricycle calmed down, so I seized the opportunity and tried my best to lift it up.

There was a sharp turn in the back, and I staggered in the car and poked around. There is another car ahead. Grandpa didn't stop, but walked over. Does grandpa drive a kart? Run so fast!

As the car passed, several ducks swayed from side to side on the roadside. Well, grandpa will definitely slow down now. But grandpa still flew into a rage, scared the duck to death and ran away.

Look ahead, alas! It's amazing. The most terrible bridge lies ahead. The bridge has no railings and no pillars to protect it. It is made of clay. The bridge is littered with gravel and pits dug by excavators. I'm so scared. I'm so pale that I can't even breathe. I had to summon up courage, hold the railing tightly, close my eyes and let grandpa take me there.

When going downhill, I moved my head, hit the car stop and stumbled again.

It's tragic to take grandpa's car!

Ah! Finally arrived at the art school. I'll get off at once. I'm scared.