My third grade composition

In our daily life, composition is the most familiar thing for everyone. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is my composition for Grade Three, which I sorted out. Welcome to share.

My third grade composition 1 said that there was pressure in the third grade, but I just entered the third grade and there was no pressure at all. But slowly, the pressure came bit by bit. The day of the third grade begins like this. Get up at five or six in the morning, go back to work after washing and start reading early. I can't go back to the dormitory for a nap at noon. Oh, my God! Sleep at night 10. Alas, it's a good thing there are three. It seems that senior three is even worse.

Usually, you can listen to music during the big break and study by yourself at night, and the rest of the time will be miserable.

For example, on Saturday and Sunday, except for self-study classes, the rest are exams. So I sent out a feeling, "How did Jiangshan's talents come out-they were pressed out by the test paper."

Only with the passage of time, the time of the first volume changed from 100 days to dozens of days, and I gradually entered the point of despair. Alas, I can't help it. I didn't study well before, but now I can only stay at home as my classmates said. Now I don't feel any pressure except from homework and family. Can be said to be doing nothing, idling about all day. When they are worried that the exam is coming, several people in my class will always say, "The exam is to participate."

It's the third day, and my mood is naturally different. It will be a bit special to see the scenery outside after class. Alas, it's absolutely true that people change with the change of their surroundings.

On the third day, I passed by me unconsciously. Fortunately, my classmates and teachers spent the third year with me. I said to the third grade, "I will remember you."

My third grade composition 2 Our childlike innocence suddenly disappeared, was it taken back by God?

In this power-oriented society, childlike innocence is the biggest opponent of success. A naive person is doomed to miss out on success. Just like the emperors of ancient times contended for the throne, you must abandon all emotions to get the so-called "everything". Are modern people blinded by interests? They buried the word "childlike innocence" deeply under their feet and perfunctory themselves with money. In such a society, childlike innocence has long been covered by so-called interests. But there are still people who are "infatuated" and try to wash these hearts one by one. He doesn't know that their hearts are dyed black like many cancer cells, and human beings can't recover them.

Xu Li, a British writer, said: Why is the age of human being prolonged, while the minds of boys and girls are hardening ahead of time? I think that the extension of human age is the relationship between maintenance and evolution, and the psychological hardening of teenagers is nothing more than the relationship between society and family. In today's society, children always keep a high degree of vigilance against others, even their own friends, and have no childlike innocence, while parents use their own so-called experiences to warn their children and make them feel afraid of the outside world, thus making the next generation as cold-blooded as them, or even more. It is in this environment that human beings gradually lose their precious affection.

Nowadays, children are bound by too much study, lose their freedom, and wander around the distance of 3. 1 minute every day-school, home, and then cram school. How can they be childlike? This is just a child, so adults can imagine. I believe that there are still people in this world who keep childlike innocence, and there are really too few people watching.

I once saw a little boy wearing a pair of glasses and carrying a small schoolbag. He is expressionless all day. He saw the children playing on the road, but walked on with a straight face. Where is his childlike innocence? In contrast, I think those children who play games are happier, more promising and more hopeful.

I think it's okay to be wary of others, but if you go too far, life will be unhappy. I believe that childlike innocence will keep a person young in mind and posture, which is the basis for human beings to maintain modern technology and future technology. Find our lost childlike innocence and keep it up.

My third-grade composition 3 sunlight penetrated the mottled tree shadows, stained with dust for many years, and shed an untimely golden glow, like a piece of glass, piercing the eyes of memories and reaching for the darkness.

I stood under the tree and looked up and saw a yellow leaf falling slowly. It doesn't even want to jump out of the one last dance of life and die. Even if it used to be bright green, just like her.

When I was a child, I liked to follow her and run around her skirt. She would pretend to ignore me and suddenly turn around to scare me. Sometimes I can't help jumping to the ground and crying. She always gives me a kind smile in the warm sunshine, slowly extends the hand that grows old in my laughter, pulls me up, hugs me and says, "Don't cry, baby." Those times kept popping up in her life and were deeply rooted.

However, under the cold blue sky, the fallen leaves are only the last commemoration, and its life will no longer be touched by its favorite sunshine, just like in the end, I lost the courage to reach out.

The footsteps of time are as light as white gauze, taking away the tranquility of childhood and leaving me and her laughter. Yes, I don't know when I started to get farther and farther away from her until she chased the sunshine on the horizon. I stood by the bed and stared at her smiling face. My mother scolded me with tears in her eyes: "all you know is to go out to play with your classmates." Do you know what happened? " I bit my lip, looked straight at the wrinkles in her eyes, hesitated, and never reached out to hold her cold hand again. Perhaps, she is as gloomy as the sunshine through the glass, but I can't find the reason, dare not, dare not reach out. I shook my head, buried the sun with tears, and held a colorless funeral.

Now, I am fascinated by the yellow leaves, unconsciously reaching out my hand, quietly grasping it on my chest, laughing and crying with the gentle and cruel sunshine of the years.

Time flies in my third grade composition 4, near the third grade battlefield. I can't wait to draw a grand blueprint for myself, because I know that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a dream!

Dream-the soul of the road

People with lofty ideals can't help but try their swords in the third grade, read the art of war, then point soldiers on the battlefield, try their best to shuttle between Jin Ge and Ma Tie, fight in the vast Pingsha, and then return home in triumph or be besieged on all sides ... Dreams are the soul of the road. Although there is no such atmosphere in my dream, I try my best to sharpen my knife and leave no regrets that the frost blade has not tried. And with a scholar's high-spirited attitude, he wandered in the ocean of literature and waved at the party. Ten minutes before class, spread out an article, indulge in it and read it carefully. Chew words, recite the past, praise the present, be influenced by the fragrance of words, let the soul accept the baptism of literature, and wait leisurely for the bell to ring peacefully. After dinner, close the door and write at your desk. There is no fuss or worry about the world. At ten o'clock, wash and sleep. Enough! As for the exam, I can't help cramming until the last minute, and I can still win in the end. And the results have been stable in the top ten, and finally admitted to a school like 479 medium ideal.

Road dream sign

Dreams are just illusions, but there is a distance between dreams and reality. This distance is called "road", and the road is full of dreams. Although my dream-chasing road is full of L thorns, it is bumpy. However, it is my mission to overcome difficulties, and it is my belief to tide over difficulties. In order to realize my dream, I have to make a lot of preparations. I know very well that Chinese is my worst skill, but as long as I have the determination to sharpen my sword for ten years and March into "classical Chinese" and "composition", I firmly believe that the day of breaking the city can wait. The trick of attacking composition is self-evident, just read more, remember more and practice more, which I firmly believe, because I have conducted "secret training" for them. For classical Chinese, I have to take the tactics of asking questions about the sea to change quality with quantity. I have already taken the Science City. Although it did not create a prosperous time, it was managed in a peaceful country. With only a thin English vocabulary, it is inevitable to lose again and again in the recent battle. For today's plan, only recruiting and expanding vocabulary is the best policy. As the saying goes: the soldiers are expensive and fast, so do I. Efficiency with half the effort is also particularly important in learning.

Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, and the broken loulan will not be returned! Raise your hand and swear, and walk out with tears in your eyes!

My third grade composition 5 Youth has pains and tribulations. Whenever the tide of life oppresses me, whenever the pain of failure afflicts me, and whenever the unknown ahead puzzles me, I will always grit my teeth and finally overcome the difficulties. Because, my youth has you-inscription

In the morning, at six o'clock.

You quietly pushed open the door of my room, watched me fall asleep, and then quietly closed it-you didn't have the heart to wake me up, so you went to prepare breakfast for me first.

It's dawn, covered with a layer of gray fog. The bird has just come out of its nest and is flying freely in the air. You are also like a tireless bird, preparing breakfast for me and then washing clothes.

I woke up, but I didn't want to get up by myself. Because I know that at a fixed time, when I run out, you will gently open the door, open the curtains and wake me up-my youth has you.

In the evening, at seven o'clock.

I hurried home, and the day's work left me no chance to catch my breath. You will patiently watch me rest against the door and then bring out carefully cooked dishes.

It was completely dark. Lights are on outside the window. Outside the window, orange lights are scattered all over the house, giving people a sense of tranquility and peace. You will earnestly urge me to eat more vegetables, and I will put them in a bowl. Because, my youth has you.

Late at night, half past ten.

I'm still writing, and the mountain of homework makes me feel suffocated and desperate. I really want to lie on my desk and not lift it. At this moment, footsteps sounded behind me. I saw you holding a peeled apple in your left hand and a glass of water in your right hand, ready to hand it to me.

It's already very quiet in the community, and only sporadic lights are reflected from the windows. Wanda plaza, a little farther away, is still brightly lit and lively. You sat quietly by the bed and watched me munch on apples with gentle eyes. Suddenly I feel a new force in my heart-my youth, with you.

Some people say that youth is a cup of bitter tea. Only by bottoming out can we taste its sweetness. I think youth is a mellow wine, and you can be sweet from beginning to end. Because on the road of youth, I am not walking alone. When I am confused and miserable, you, my mother, always give me the courage and motivation to move forward.

My youth, thank you all the way!

My third grade composition 6 winter went to spring, and there were only three months left before the senior high school entrance examination in a blink of an eye, and my inner troubles spread like a tiger.

Because I am an ordinary student, the study pressure can be imagined. I run away, I'm afraid. I only hate that I used to study in vain, didn't study hard, and didn't have any basis for learning, which led to the formation of this situation today.

Facing the English teacher's ABC, I feel that they are devouring my brain cells like small ants that eat people, and I feel so helpless; For the geometric patterns of the math teacher, I feel my head is swollen, and they are like an invisible frame that deeply imprisons me and is difficult to extricate myself; As for Chinese, I don't think it's too bad, and it's not very stressful to learn, so I'm seriously biased and my academic performance can be guessed. The word is "poor"!

Sometimes, I want to give up studying, thinking that I can go out to work as soon as I graduate, without going to high school or college. But when I heard the teacher tell us how important learning is and how good it is for us, I was a little shaken. Also, I was timid and wavered when I read some reports about how hard and tiring it was for minors to go out to work, which seriously damaged their physical and mental health. I am afraid of working, but I don't know where I will go if I don't get into high school.

Sometimes when I calm down, I will think of what the teacher said: We are still young and have a long way to go, not hopeless. It's just that we study hard now and there will always be opportunities in the future.

"Opportunities always favor those who are prepared." The teacher's encouragement is like a breeze, which will slowly blow away the smoke in my heart.

On second thought, I think what the teacher said is also reasonable. So, I posted a note on my desk, which said: It is better to fight than to worry.

I really want to be a painter, waving a brush and painting this beautiful campus into a colorful painting; I want to be a photographer, capture the lens and photograph the splendor of this novel campus; I want to be a singer and sing my love for my alma mater. But I am just an ordinary middle school student, and I can only describe my passion for campus quietly with a small pen.

I like the different seasons on campus: I like the grass in spring, the banyan tree in summer, the chrysanthemum in autumn and the pine and cypress in winter.

I love the teachers in my alma mater. Teachers are like gardeners. They use their hard work to make us sprout, grow, blossom and bear fruit. I love my classmates on campus. They make me feel the warmth and unity of the group. I love this warm campus even more. It brings me endless fun.

It is like a five-flavor bottle, filled with my sweetness, sourness, bitterness, spiciness and saltiness, which witnessed part of my growth. I also left a deep footprint on this campus. I thought it was boring and a waste of time on campus, but it wasn't. On the contrary, it enriched my life and learned to make better use of every minute. It taught me to be strong, self-reliant and get along with others.

I like the sound of reading on campus. When I wake up in the morning and walk on the playground with a burst of cool wind, I can hear a strong voice, which is the voice of students reading. Every time I hear this voice, I suddenly have a feeling that I can't express it in words.

Campus is the crystallization of art, campus is the display of soul, campus embodies people's will and expresses people's yearning. Campus cultivates people's sentiments ... I love my campus.

My Grade Three Composition 8 I am in Grade Three, which may be meaningless to others ... There may be nothing to be afraid of in Grade Three, but it is only for people with good grades. I used to think that exam results were not everything. But reality tells me that scores are above everything else. I thought about giving up, but I couldn't. Because I gave up, I don't know what I want to pursue.

I'm really tired after a semester in grade three. I'm trying to get that score. Should I complain?

A hearty dinner will have discrete time, and unhappy days will eventually become that kind of nostalgia. ...

I once made a wish on a meteor, but I was told that it was just dust in space! Will it really help me realize my wish? I'm afraid not.

I used to like Sanmao very much, like her daring to love and hate, dare to do and dare to be, like her romantic feelings, like everything about her, but now I don't like her as before, man! It will change eventually. .....

Many times I am in tears because of my powerlessness, helplessness, ignorance and cowardice.

I don't know what the future will be like, but my friend said, "There will be bread and milk, and everything will be fine."

The meeting between people is a kind of fate, and every girl is an angel without tears.

The same people are used to moving in the same direction and reaching the same place. Labyrinth city, will we meet?

I'm alone. I have no choice but to struggle. If I can, I hope I will be the master in the third year. ......

I think I like this feeling, plug in headphones, and then take the trouble to write a lot of words, only myself. Yes, it only belongs to yourself, and it doesn't matter whether others look at it or not!

I met tian teacher, whom I have admired for a long time, the other day. I thought I would be flattered and felt unreal, but I didn't expect the teacher's face to be very clear and real. I really really like writing. I like to write out my feelings, my unhappiness and my happiness, and then collect the manuscript paper and look at myself page by page, just like tasting a cup of milk tea with a strange taste. I don't understand why I compare myself to milk tea. It's warm in junior high school, but if you're not careful, you'll get burned. As I said, I like to write out my feelings. Yes, it seems that I only have feelings. I won't write a landscape narration. I'm in the third grade of primary school. Maybe I really don't like writing these. Fortunately, the teacher said that junior high school composition is mainly lyric composition, and you should learn to write your own true feelings. I looked into the teacher's eyes and nodded seriously, already laughing. My mother said that listening to the concert while doing my homework would make me unable to study hard and hurt my ears. I said that music can make me happy. Without music, I can't study hard and finish my homework So I continued to write with headphones on, and my mother continued to make steaming milk tea while whispering.

Mom said that what I wrote had no theme, and I said yes, yes, there really was no theme; Mom said that my favorite music style is very strange, and my colleagues are fascinated by both classical and trendy styles. I said yes, yes, it's really strange.

Mom. Words. Music. Everything is so beautiful. I like this. Write for my music and lyrics.

My third grade composition 10 I think when I was a child, our primary school teacher often asked us to write a composition called "My Ideal", but I never wrote it again when I was in junior high school. Now I have to consider my ideal. My childhood dream was angels in white, and I thought it would be nice to wear a nurse's uniform. Now my dream is to be a writer. Why?

Maybe angels in white suddenly became a writer and changed a lot, but why did he want to be a writer? Because in the past two years, I began to read a lot of essays and novels, such as Lu Xun's Flowers in the Morning, Zhu Ziqing's Hurriedly, Lao She's My Life and so on. These secretaries are all my favorites. In fact, when you ask me why I like being a writer, I can't answer. Like is like. Sometimes we don't need too many reasons to do what we want.

If there is a reason, it should be ... a writer can write articles and publish books, and write his own experiences, stories and feelings for others to see. If you write well, you can inspire and benefit people. If you write badly, you may be scolded by others. But I still feel that no matter how far the ideal is from us, as long as we shorten the goal and shorten the distance between it and reality, we will stick to it. As long as the goal is clear and the ideal is clear, I think I will succeed one day.

My third grade composition 1 1 struggled in a solid iron cage. I am a trapped eagle, unable to spread my wings in a narrow space, and the iron cage can only penetrate the reflection of the sky. The unknown fate makes me feel on pins and needles. I may be sold to hunters and become a satellite to find prey; Or give it to children and make them laugh. At this time, I can only be at the mercy of others and can't make my own decisions.

At that time, I dreamed of taking care of both sports and homework; However, when I was promoted, I was overwhelmed by academic pressure, and I had less and less time to play table tennis. I vaguely remember that when I was in the third grade of primary school, my mother helped me sign up for a table tennis club. Under the guidance of my coach, I gradually fell in love with this sport. From basic practice to ball killing practice, from waving air to shooting continuous fighting, my strength has gradually increased and I love this sport more.

However, happy times are always short-lived. Originally, I naively thought I could cope with table tennis and homework, but a sharp knife completely shattered my naive idea, completely punctured my dream and completely cut off my long-standing hope. This sharp blade is called pressure. Under the persuasion of my mother, I thought about whether I should give up table tennis or leave my favorite sport. It's only been a few days, but I feel like a year, and there are waves in my heart. Do you want to, give up or continue, all kinds of ideas keep popping up in my heart. What should I do? I ran to dream of Duke Zhou with doubts.

Finally, I spread my wings and flew to my sky. I still smile when I think about it now, because I finally made a decision and the storm in my heart was swept away.

I believe that "if you are sincere, the stone will open." So I swam against the current, trying to make my own way. I am no longer a trapped eagle. Under the constant flapping of my wings, the beak of the bird was pecked off, and I finally broke free from the cage and flew to my dream.

My third grade composition 12 clearly remembers me in the first grade, who secretly wiped my tears because I didn't have friends, because I missed my parents, and because of the teacher's criticism. Two years passed quickly, and I became a junior high school student unprepared. I greeted it with extremely complicated feelings, with joy, excitement and tension in my heart.

In the autumn of September, I officially became a junior three student. From now on, I have to prepare for the senior high school entrance examination, and I can't relax for a moment. I nodded. I know grade three is different from grade one and grade two. You can't learn well by following the teacher's step-by-step method. The most important thing is that you study hard.

Therefore, from the first week of school, teachers give lectures faster and don't have much time to do exercises in class. We must also keep up with this rhythm. Important things should be recorded in class. One paper after another, one question after another, are all waiting in line for us to solve, and my breathing seems to be shortness. In the classroom, everyone is striving for their own goals. They listen to the teacher's knowledge every day and try their best to satisfy this class. However, fatigue will strike again. So, pat your face, sit back and get back into your studies. A few minutes in class is too important. During the break, there were fewer students fighting, and all the students were writing and studying. On the playground, the sweaty figure running in circles tried his best. The sweat left now is the sweetness to be tasted in the future. In the third grade, we spent more time with our classmates and teachers than with our families. Those big exams and tests are bound to have losers and winners. In the third grade, perhaps I miss the internet and TV, and the most contact is books.

I didn't do well in the first monthly exam. When I got home, my family said, why did you do so badly in the exam? My mother said that you must be playful and didn't review well before the exam. Yes, I have a full seven-day holiday before the monthly exam. Have I reviewed? I don't know what to say. I nodded and made up my mind to do well in the exam next time.

This year, we are destined to experience many failures and difficulties, but don't back down. We strive to make progress in failure and criticism and motivate ourselves in competition. Learning is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Come on, the future is in your own hands. Try hard for another year!

My third grade composition 13 I have been a person who doesn't like reading since I was a child. In the third grade, my friend read fairy tales and I was jumping rubber bands. In the fourth grade, my friends were watching cartoons and I was watching cartoons. In the fifth grade, my friends were reading novels and I was watching TV series. They think that books accompany them to grow up. I think reading is a very annoying thing.

It was not until junior high school that I realized I was wrong, because there were many bittersweet stories.

I remember in the first grade, after each class, my friend would tell me about the books she read every night. The content is very wonderful. I only like listening, not watching. From then on, she will tell me what books I show her. I am getting used to it.

By grade two, we were assigned to different classes. What do I want to do in my mind? I have no choice but to watch it by myself.

The first book I read was Water Margin, which was really beautiful. When I was at school, I watched and walked. There was a telephone pole ahead, I didn't notice it. As a result, I was hit on the head, which was very painful and bulging. When I got to school, I had a headache, so I asked for leave and went back.

As soon as I got home, I put a cold towel on my head and continued to watch the Water Margin. The more I watch it, the more excited I am. There are 108 heroes in it. The leader is Song Jiang, nicknamed "Timely Rain".

A few days later, as soon as I got home, I started reading. I read the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which lasted for five thousand years, and there are more than one hundred children's literature. After reading those books, I enriched my knowledge, broadened my horizons and felt that my body was brand new from the inside out.

There are many stories between me and the book, which make me fresh in my memory and feel extremely happy.

My third grade composition 14 time is like water in a sponge. Squeeze, there will always be.

My schedule is full every day. I love learning, and it's not just talk.

I will spend eight hours reading books every day. I will read all the books, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, and I will take corresponding notes. I hope all the books I have read will leave my mark.

When I was in the fourth grade, my Chinese teacher told me that learning the sea is endless. Knowledge is infinite. If you want to achieve better results, you must enrich your spiritual world. A large part of the reason should be influenced by Chinese teachers in primary schools. Whenever I see her in an aesthetic place, I always have a book in my hand. Her habit of reading books has influenced the learning atmosphere of our class. She will put her books on the bookcase at the back of the classroom, from pre-Qin literature to Tang poetry and Song poetry to four classical novels, and there are many famous modern and contemporary literature. Foreign literature is also indispensable.

I have never given up the good study habits I developed since I was a child. I will continue to study and practice calligraphy. I will take online courses outside my study plan. In order to get better learning resources and learning environment, my parents sent me to various reading training camps and attended lectures by various masters. I will study hard and cherish every opportunity to get along with excellent people.

There are also many people around me who like learning, and I like getting along with them very much. We can talk about our favorite literature and scientific knowledge together, and also verify what we have learned in class in our life. I am glad to have a group of friends who love to study with me.

I will cherish my time to study in the future.

I don't remember when I started writing 15, so I like to fantasize about my future and doodle my colorful dreams in the afternoon sun. Now, sitting in the examination room, I suddenly have an impulse to think.

Describe your extraordinary future in ordinary words.

I will live an idyllic life in the future.

In the future, I will live in the countryside after work or during holidays. Because I'm tired of intrigue between cities and real life.

What I pursue is the leisure of Tao Yuanming's "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely", longing for the Taoyuan life in the Peach Blossom Garden, which is peaceful, happy and isolated from the world.

I go to work in the fields at dawn every day and come back with Dai Yue at night. How full my heart is! What a pleasant thing it is to walk occasionally in the field path of "traffic in the building, chickens and dogs hear each other", feel the magical beauty of nature, let go of all troubles and happiness!

In the future, I have a spiritual "Garden of Eden".

In the future, I like to take some time out to study in my busy life. Enjoy a cup of fragrant tea and read a good book leisurely among the flowers. Let books enrich your life, edify your body and mind, and smooth your inner wrinkles. Cry with the book, laugh with the book, be moody with the book, and let yourself wander in the world of words.

When you see a favorite chapter, copy it down with a notebook and put it in the most conspicuous place in the bookcase. Occasionally, I took a look and had another experience.

Books are eternal spiritual Eden, and I will have such an Eden in the future. I want books to be deeply embedded in my flesh and blood and bone marrow, and become a part of my life closely. There is only one simple reason in retrospect: reading makes me happy.

In the future, I may be ordinary, but not ordinary. Because ordinary me has all extraordinary things, so I must be extraordinary.

Yesterday, I no longer existed. I may be more brilliant in the future, provided I work harder today!

-P.S.