A 700-word composition about stories in the subway - a narrative composition for the fourth grade of primary school

In study, work and even life, everyone must have come into contact with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words. I believe many people will find it difficult to write essays. Below is a 700-word essay on stories in the subway that I collected and compiled - a narrative essay for fourth grade primary school students. It is for reference only. Let’s take a look.

On Wednesday morning, I got up very early because I had to go to class. At about 7:30, my father sent my mother and me to the Dongchuan Road subway station. From a distance, I saw people queuing up at the subway gate, three floors to the left and three floors to the right, squirming like worms. My mother and I also joined the squirming worms, and slowly moved forward with the queue. I was focused on I just wished I could enter the station earlier, but after entering the station, I discovered that the platform was actually more crowded.

After passing the gateway, I got on the elevator and came to the platform. The platform was no longer as empty as usual. I barely passed between people and walked to the middle platform to wait for the subway. Of course, every entrance to get on and off the train was full of people. Looking around, there were only heads of people. The head looks like a gravel road; if a child comes to this place, all he will see is legs, whether standing or walking, fixed on the ground like pillars, because it is too crowded. , I couldn’t leave even if I wanted to. We just queued up behind a queue.

The subway came soon, and I quickly moved forward to get on the train. My mother said, "Don't squeeze. You may not be able to get on this bus." I still took a few steps forward. The car door opened. I wanted to wait until the people who were about to get off the car got off before I got on the car, but I found that I couldn't help but move forward and was rushed into the car. Ah! It turned out that the people behind were rushing forward, just like the waves in the sea pushing the waves ahead, so I got on the bus. After I got on the bus, I wanted to find an armrest, but I couldn't hold it because there were too many people and they kept squeezing in. In the end, not only could I not hold the armrest, it was also difficult for me to stand. My mother said: It's so crowded, so I still have to hold it. Armrest? I think so. Looking around, it seems that not even an ant can crawl in, not even a mosquito can fly in, let alone others. Soon we arrived at the next stop. Not many people got off the train, and those who got on the train poured into the subway car like a wave, compressing me and the crowd in the car once again, and this continued to be the case for the next few stops.

Finally, when I got to Xinzhuang Station, I was squeezed out of the car door with the flow of people. At this time, I felt like a fish out of water and returned to the water. I suddenly felt refreshed. When I walked out of the subway station, the cicadas on the big trees kept chirping. I got on the transfer bus and thought: The morning rush hour is so scary. The train door is like a cave entrance with treasures. Everyone wants to squeeze in and get the treasures. , I will never join the queue to get treasures again!