Good memories. 400 words for the fourth grade composition.

1. Four-year-old beautiful memory composition of 400 words.

Memories are beautiful. Seeing that photo reminds me of that beautiful day. That day, my father took my brother and me to the zoo. I saw ostriches, camels, tigers, lions, elephants, monkeys and so on.

Among them, nothing can be seen more than those lovely birds. When we entered the aviary, we saw many beautiful birds.

I saw budgerigar for the first time. It has colorful feathers. Budgerigar has many black patterns on its back, just like tiger skin. I think this is why people call it budgerigar. It also has a hooked mouth, which is very eye-catching and lovely.

Later, I saw the peacock again. My father hugged a white peacock. Its hair is white and very beautiful. Dad asked me to hold it with my brother, and then dad took pictures of us. Then, dad took another photo of the green peacock, but it didn't open.

The long-tailed pheasant is also very beautiful. Its tail is very long and has a lot of beautiful hair. Look at that yellow pheasant. Its hair is black and white on the head, its neck is warm and fluffy yellow, and its body is composed of four colors: red, yellow, black and white. There are black, white and yellow on the long tail. From a distance, the long-tailed pheasant wearing colorful cotton satin jumps from here to there, and then from there to here. It's really beautiful and lovely.

That day, I had a very happy time because I saw many beautiful and lovely birds. Because this day has left a good memory for my childhood.

2. The fond memories of the fourth grade are 400 words.

When I was a child, I liked working in the vegetable garden with my grandmother best. Laiyuan is small, but full of vitality. Butterflies, bees and dragonflies are frequent visitors to our home. Every time a butterfly flies towards me, I dance and say with a loud smile, "Little butterfly, little butterfly, come and dance with me." Come on! Come on! "

In the vegetable garden, I do whatever grandma does. Grandma pulls weeds, so do I. Grandma grows vegetables, so do I. Grandma hoes the ground and I grab the hoe. I can't walk like a clown with a hoe pole. Grandma saw it and said with a smile, "You'd better wait until I finish hoeing and watering the ground."

"Well, as long as it helps the work." I said. Grandma smiled from ear to ear and praised me for being good. My heart is full of joy.

I ran home, found the watering can and went straight to the faucet. I am too weak to carry a whole pot of water, and I don't want to fill only half a pot. I can only hold it for a while, and it's everywhere. Grandma was almost blind when she saw me running around. She quickly said, "Don't carry it. Come on, I'll teach you how to eat." Grandma pointed to the tomato and asked, "This is a tomato. What color is it? " "Red, red as a monkey stock." I said with a smile.

Grandma laughed all the time after listening to my words, and finally stopped to ask me, "Do you know if it grew out of the soil or climbed onto the shelf like a gourd?"

"Of course, it grows from the soil. The gourd baby grows from the shelf, and the tomato doesn't grow into a tomato baby. " I said, gesturing with my hand.

Grandma said, "Say it again, do tomatoes have to be red?"

"Of course it's red, otherwise it's not called tomato." I said solemnly.

"Wrong. Tomatoes are green at first, like small fruits, slowly turn pink, and finally turn red. Children, according to you, those with the word' red' are all red? " Grandma scraped my nose with a warm hand. ...

Up to now, I still have my best memories in the garden.

3. Good memories of the fourth grade are 400 words.

My name is Li Wenxin, and I am a fourth-grade primary school student now. I was particularly fond of crying when I was born. I giggle when my mother hits me. Mom and dad say I'm cute and stupid. Slowly, I learned to speak and eat by myself. I am always picky when I eat. Every time my mother looks at me like this, she will say that insects are going to crawl into my stomach again, which makes me afraid to be picky about food.

When I was 4 years old, my parents began to teach me to write. Because of the need of work, my mother had to take me to the construction site at the top of the mountain. There are no kindergartens and classes. My mother will print some words in the office every day, take time to teach me to hold a pen, imitate learning to describe the stroke order, and then describe some simple fonts. At that time, I was very naughty and didn't concentrate on writing. I told my mother to go to the toilet for a while, and I was lazy when I was hungry. Mom and dad thought I was too naughty, so they gave me a nickname, naughty boy. Therefore, my uncles and aunts on the construction site called me naughty.

In a blink of an eye, I grew up and went back to my hometown to go to primary school. After primary school knew some words, they became fascinated with extracurricular books with pinyin, and they ordered a lot of extracurricular books every semester.

This is me when I was a child. I won't forget the happiness and naughty when I was a child, because it brought me good memories.

4. Good memories of the fourth grade are 400 words.

Every time I see rabbits grazing on the roadside, it will bring back my childhood memories. It was one day in the summer vacation, and my mother bought me a white rabbit. You see, hiding in the cage, how cute it is-a snow-white fur, two long ears, a pair of smart little eyes, a small and exquisite three-petal mouth, and strong limbs, which really makes me fondle it. So I gave it a nice name-Little Snowflake.

Dad made snowflake an iron cage without a lid. After the little snowflake entered the new nest, it was obviously dishonest. Look, it's jumping around in the cage and rocking around like a tumbler. I thought it was hungry, so I brought some big vegetables. Wow, the little snowflake didn't want to die when she saw the green vegetables-it jumped three feet high and the sharp claw nails were caught in my hand. I let go of my hand in pain, and the vegetables fell, and the little snowflakes fell, eating happily.

Gradually, the little snowflake was tired and lay in the cage to have a rest. When you are tired, close your eyes, move your limbs forward and look at it, let alone how comfortable it is! After a while, I only heard a whoosh. It turns out that the little snowflake is snoring!

Time flies, the little snowflake has grown up and can jump out of the cage by itself. But one day, the little snowflake didn't know where it went, and I haven't seen it for a long time. I'm so sad, so sad. The time spent with Xue Hua Jr. became the best memory of my childhood.

5. Good memories of the fourth grade are 400 words.

"Walking on a country road, the old cow who came back at dusk is my companion ..." Listening to this beautiful song, I can't help but recall those days when I was a child in the countryside. As far as I can remember, the morning in the country is very cool, and the air is filled with the fragrance of wheat seedlings and soil. The chickens, ducks and geese were particularly excited in their nests, croaking and playing a wonderful dawn symphony for them, which was much better than those popular songs in the city. Walking through the front and back of rural houses, you may see a hen leading a group of chickens to feed or play in the vegetable garden; You will also see a colorful rooster, walking up and down the field in front of the door with his head held high.

At noon, the sun was shining, and the people working in the fields and the students at school came back. They are found under the melon shed in front of the house, under the green forest tree and under the big tree behind the house. They took the tables and chairs out and ate them in a wide range of places. After dinner, they will pick some fruits in the orchard behind the house and feel the wonderful feeling carefully. If there is a stream behind their home, next to it, we will see a group of naughty and lovely children, rolling up their sleeves, touching crabs and catching tadpoles to play in the stream!

As night fell, a bright moon rose into the sky, and the songs of crickets filled the whole village. The song is euphemistic, which makes people who have worked hard all day fall asleep sweetly. ...