英语作文我有一个家三句话四年级【一】
春回大地，万物复苏。我的小区也脱掉了白棉袄，成了一道亮丽的风景线，更像是一个翩翩而来的报春使者。
走进了这美妙的世界找春天，可是一件多么令人快活的事。你看，那里有个灌木丛，多像一个胖嘟嘟的小娃娃，可爱极了，它还像个绿色的大绒团，又像球，真有趣；矮矮的小树叶子没几片花已经开得红艳艳的，微风吹来，它就开始跳起了舞，我想：它是不是春天的使者呢；你看那树满树粉红，像个姑娘笑红了脸；柳树也急忙梳辫子准备参加春天的服装秀，不料辫子掉进了池塘里，揪起了小鱼的好奇心；你瞧，这树满树粉红，是妈妈，那树满树金黄，是爸爸，中间还有个胖娃娃呢，多幸福美满的一家人啊！
谁说叶子没有花美？今天我可发现了一种叶子。上边黄，下边绿，形状像剪刀。像一个个调皮的小精灵。它们和燕子肯定是“天生一对”，一起裁剪出了美丽的春天。
动物们也不能落后啊！瞧，一群可爱的小蝌蚪在池塘里欢快地游。有的'在浅水里晒太阳；有的在听青蛙妈妈讲故事；有的在池底探险。多可爱啊！
在这仙境一般的景色里，我不禁觉得：这是不是春姑娘的家啊？哈，我的小区是春姑娘的家！我的家是春姑娘的家！
英语作文我有一个家三句话四年级【二】
自从上了四年级，电子琴就以它的魅力深深的吸引了我，妈妈采纳我的意见，给我报了电子琴培训班，我欣喜若狂，走进教室开始了第一节课，起初几节课的'歌曲挺简单，我还弹得挺不错。可学到《梁祝》主题曲时，我怎么弹都弹不好，坏脾气就上来了。因为在家里，我总是练不好曲子，不是认错了谱子就是弹错音，弹了半天连半个曲子都练得半生半熟，那更不要说把一首完整的曲子弹好了，我如一只疯狂的狮子，跳着、叫着、用手拍着琴，眼里噙着泪水，心想：老师的手在琴键上飞速的行径着，在琴键之间跳动着，一阵阵美妙的琴声随之而来，令人不由自主地跟着哼了起来，而我细长的手指在琴键上却十分笨拙，这下可好了，一拿自己和老师作对比，我火气更大了，一颗颗金豆豆 从我眼中滚了出来，可是这些带火气的金豆豆 并没有让我情绪得到一点好转，我的眼泪流得更凶了，我拼命拍打着琴，认为这样就可以减轻痛苦，客厅里传来爸爸的脚步声，我感紧胡乱一抹眼泪假装弹起了曲子，可是拍琴声终究没有逃脱爸爸的耳朵，爸爸走进房间对我说：不是任何事情都可以用生气来解决，把弹琴当作是一种享受，把一点一滴的失败当成自己前进的道路。 我闭上眼睛，心里想着爸爸对我说的话，努力让自己心平静下来，随着心情的平静，我感觉自己仿佛就是贝多芬，正在舞台上演凑着。
终于，经过我的不懈努力，我的指尖在琴键上跳起了优美的舞，随着舞蹈者的跳起和降落，跳舞的速度和节拍，一首悲伤而悦耳的曲子传进我的耳朵里，她仿佛在向我诉说着古时候梁山伯与祝英台的凄凉故事。
在爸爸的话语下，我改掉了我的坏脾气，这句话让我永生难忘。它是我的指路标，是我的照明灯。
英语作文我有一个家三句话四年级【三】
One day, Paula and Richard decided to make a kite.
First they went out and found two straight sticks of the same length. They brought them back home and tied them with a piece of string into the shape of a cross. Then they took some string and used it to tie the four ends of the sticks together. Then, they spread some brightly coloured paper over the frame and glued it around the string.They stuck a tail made of paper to one of the corners, and tied a long string to the centre of the kite.
On the next windy day, they took the kite to a hill near their house and flew it.
一天，保罗和理查德决定做一个风筝。
首先，他们出门找了两根一样长的直木棍。他们把木棍带回家，用一根绳子把它们绑成十字形。然后他们又拿了些绳子，把木棍的四个顶端连在一起。然后，他们把一些颜色鲜艳的纸涂上胶水，粘在风筝的框架上。他们将纸做的尾巴粘在一角，在风筝中间系上一根长绳。
在接下来的一个有风的日子里，他们就在家附近的小山上放风筝了。
英语作文我有一个家三句话四年级【四】
in my life i have met many people who are really worth recalling. but perhaps the most unforgettable person i ever know is my english teacher. what frequently brings back memories of my school teacher is his special qualities. first of all, he gave us the greatest gift a teacher can offer—an awakening of a passion for learning. he not only led us to an appreciation of the beauty and perfection of english language and literature, but also aroused our great interest in explorating something deeper in this field. second, i was attracted by his lively wit. i remember that we students always anticipated his class with great eagerness because his lecture were humorously delivered, never failing to provoke chuckles or loud laughs. although it is nearly two years since i attended his last class, he is the talk of our old classmates, and i know part of him has already stayed in my heart.
