How to write about 380 words in the composition of the four units and three units

Autumn is coming, and the sky is extraordinarily high, extraordinarily blue, extraordinarily pure, like spotless glass. The white clouds are like a light boat sailing, floating lightly, how beautiful!

The rice in the field turned yellow, and a gust of wind blew, making a rustling sound, as if playing the joy of a good harvest**. The plump grains pressed the rice stalks down and hung their heads, as if they were smiling and bending over for the harvest.

The leaves on both sides of the trail began to turn yellow, and when the wind blew, the leaves fell one after another, and they flew in the air as beautiful as butterflies. After one night, it fell all over the ground, and from a distance, it looked like the autumn girl had laid a golden blanket on Mother Earth.

The persimmons in the orchard are ripe, and the small red persimmons look like red lanterns from a distance. Some persimmons hide behind the leaves, like a shy little girl, who quietly picks up the leaves and looks at this wonderful world with big curious eyes. There are also persimmons huddled together in groups of three or five, like a group of naughty children frolicking.

The composition for Unit 4 of Year 3 is as follows:

In early spring, February, with the sun shining and the breeze gentle, is a good time to fly kites. Ming Ming and his sister couldn't wait to pick up the kite and run towards the park. The park is bustling with activity.

There are all kinds of kites flying in the sky, and people are overwhelmed: red goldfish, long centipedes, and mighty eagle ......Colorful and beautiful. Some of the children on the ground were concentrating on flying kites, some were screaming, fighting, running around, and some were blowing bubble......sThe most striking thing in the distance is a happy family.

The child flies a high streamer kite and enjoys it; Dad put his arm around Mom's shoulders and enjoyed the view in the distance. Ming Ming and his sister just wanted to fly a kite, when suddenly a little boy ran over with a swallow kite and said to Ming Ming: "Can you help me?"

It's my first time flying a kite, and I can't fly it. My brother readily agreed.

He asked the little boy to hold the kite with his hands above his head, and his brother ran and released the string. A breeze blew, and my brother ordered: "Release!"

The little boy quickly let go of his hand and threw it upwards with all his might, and the swallow kite flew into the sky crookedly as if he was drunk. My sister jumped up with joy: "Fly, fly, my brother is so good"!

Ming Ming gave the little boy the thread and taught him the skills of flying. I flew a butterfly kite with my sister. After a while, the butterfly Fengfeng Cave buried kite also fluttered to the sky.

The kites compete with each other, sometimes flying high, sometimes diving, sometimes spinning, a lively dance party. The blue sky, white clouds, kites, green grass, and lovely smiling faces paint the most beautiful picture of spring.

Today, on the way out of school, I found a dying green worm slowly wriggling, and I also saw a small ant spinning around next to the big green worm, as if trying to get it back to the nest, but there was nothing I could do, because the big green worm was indeed too large for a small ant.

I kept my eyes on them to see how things would play out. Although this little ant is so small compared to the big green worm, but it is not willing to give up this hard-won delicacy easily, I saw it pull from the head of the big green worm for a while, and push it from the tail for a while. I think little ants!

Little ants all have this spirit of perseverance, solidarity and mutual assistance, let alone us? Let us remember Zweig's statement that all human work, if it is worth doing, and to be done well, should be given full attention.

Tiny ants are insignificant, and as long as we lightly step on them, their lives are gone. However, there is a valuable quality in ants that we humans can learn from - solidarity and cooperation.

I remember one time, I was walking in front of my house, and suddenly I saw a biscuit on the ground, and there was a small ant standing next to the biscuit, and I thought: What is this little ant doing? So I crouched down curiously and looked at the little ant carefully.

I saw that he first used his tentacles to top the biscuits, but the biscuits did not move at all. It made me understand that it was going to lift the cookie up. As I continued to observe, it tried to push the biscuit forward with its front feet, but it wouldn't move.

Finally, it struggled to carry the biscuit on its back, but as soon as it carried it, it couldn't bear it, so it put it down again. Although the little ant did not leave, it could be seen that it was disappointed. The little ant walked back and forth in front of the cookie again, as if thinking of something, and then quietly left, I thought:

This little ant must have given up, and I have nothing more to see, so go home. Just as I was getting up to leave, I suddenly saw a large group of ants walking towards the biscuit, and it was the little ant that took the lead! Under the command of the little ants, the ants lined up in two rows on both sides of the biscuits, the big ones carried on their backs, and the small ones were topped with their antennae, and finally lifted the biscuits, and I kept watching the biscuits and the group of ants, watching them disappear into the green grass.

It is impossible for a small ant to move this biscuit, but when many ants think about it together and work hard together, it condenses into a powerful force - the power of unity and cooperation. Therefore, we must learn to unite and cooperate, help each other, and not insist on going our own way. That's what I learned from the fact that ants move food.

Tired and exhausted, I will go home helplessly, how do I know that something strange happened, I saw the two tentacles on the head of the little ant keep swinging up and down, I was wondering, I don't know what it is going to do, after a while, a swarm of ants came to the big green worm, some pushed, some pulled, some lazy guys even climbed to the big green worm to enjoy the delicious. In the end, the huge green worms were successfully transported back to the nest by countless tiny ants.

Scientists took a cue from the phenomenon of fish babies rising and falling freely in the water and invented the submarine. Scientists carefully studied the principles of bird flight, and finally invented the airplane in 1903. People imitated kangaroos and built off-road cars that could jump.

Imitation of certain shells made into tanks with hard shells.

A little girl, not a beautiful girl, her appearance is not good, born in Liuzhou City, Guangxi. His ancestral home is Zhejiang (Jin Yong's hometown), but he has never set foot here. At the age of four, he entered Beijing with his father and entered the kindergarten of the Academy of Earth Sciences.

I am not familiar with the place, I am bullied by children, I often shrink in the corner with tears, and gradually change the habit of loving to move and make trouble, and I am timid and cautious, until now. I remember living in a small courtyard at that time, and my mother taught me to read children's books and newspapers, increase my knowledge, and learn the piano, which benefited me a lot.

At the age of six and a half, he entered elementary school, and he was very happy in the lower grades. The head teacher's surname is Liang, very kind, and the partners are as close as a family. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long, and when the third grade was transferred, he was merged into the second class, and he also moved to the first place of residence.

The students in this class are indifferent, jealous, and not sincere; After moving, the residence was far away from the primary school, and there was no communication with classmates, which further increased the estrangement. In this class, I spent my days like a year, and I almost wanted to transfer schools but couldn't, so I had to study all day to comfort my boredom. I am often praised by teachers, but I don't know that it is out of helplessness.

After graduation, he was admitted to Beijing No. 8 Middle School. The setting is beautiful and pleasant. Most of the students are versatile, and the class has a harmonious relationship.

Teachers win the hearts of students. On weekdays, my classmates talk about it (my class calls it ""), and I often mix in it and have a good time. I don't love sports, so I went to the computer to watch**.

Life is fulfilling, academic ambition is great, and it is fun! Now in the second year of junior high school, the future is not yet known.

I have had many hobbies since I was a child, but none of them have become specialty. Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, only a little bit of it. In primary school, he won a number of awards: in the Municipal English Science and Technology Competition, he won the first, second and third prizes once, won the third prize in the Singapore Mathematics Competition, and passed the ninth grade in the piano. None of them were obtained after secondary school. At present, he has no great ambitions, only takes open-mindedness as the highest pursuit, and loves Mr. Jin Yong's "Smiling Proud Jianghu", as well as the poems of Li Bai and Xin Qiji.

I hope that in the future, I will live up to the expectations of myself and my parents, and be happy in small things, smooth in big things, and make fewer mistakes.

I learned how to make dumplings.

On the evening of the Chinese New Year's Eve last year, our whole family sat together to make dumplings, and I offered to learn how to make dumplings, and my mother agreed.

On the afternoon of the Chinese New Year's Eve, my mother took out the panel, made good noodles, and tied me a beautiful apron and clean sleeves. Look at me, I look like a skilled little chef! I first learned to roll the dumpling skin, I first took a skin and put it on my left hand.

Then use a small spoon and put a little filling on the skin. Yikes! If there is too much, the stuffing will "lie" to the outside of the skin.

I quickly took a little back with a small spoon and put it back in the basin. Then fold the skin in half, hold the dumpling with your left hand, and then use the index finger and thumb of your right hand to pinch out wavy lace on the edge of the dumpling skin. In this way, a dumpling was born.

I put it on the curtain and looked at it, and the dumplings made by my mother were bulging, and I knew that there were a lot of fillings at a glance. And the dumplings I wrapped were deflated, as if they were not filled, they couldn't stand, and they "lay down" after two swings. Mom smiled and said it was because there was less stuffing.

This time, I put a little more stuffing on the skin before wrapping. As a result, when I pinched my fingers when wrapping, the stuffing was squeezed out, the skin was broken, and the stuffing was sticky everywhere on my hands, sticky, and it was really miserable. So, I kept adjusting the amount of filling, and made a few dumplings one after another.

Finally, this time, I was able to master the art of how much to fill, and the dumplings were bulging like my mother's bag, and I was able to proudly "stand" there. We quickly wrapped all the dumplings.

When I ate it in the evening, I thought the dumplings were extra sweet. No wonder Mr. Lao She said that "labor is the most delicious"!