Write a composition on the way home in grade three.

1.3 grade excellent composition It's already 100 on the way home.

The sun came out again. This day is always cloudy and sunny, and it is still gray this morning. As the saying goes, "the day in June, the child's face changes as soon as you say it", but it's only May.

Scenery once a year, wheat harvest, corn began to thrive, but the sun, wind and rain always suppress them. Butterflies are nothing. They dance among flowers and fly from one flower to another, so they are free! Ok, it's free!

I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky, but I saw a new grave on my way home. People want freedom and peace of mind. I wonder if this buried person is really safe. Are there really no regrets?

People should be free when they are alive. Is this buried person free? Being locked in a cage or something, there is no freedom at all, but it may be reassuring! I don't understand why a person should keep himself in a cage after death. Maybe he doesn't want to, but his descendants can't set him free. The earth raised us selflessly, but why do we need a grave when we die?

The wind in early summer is not very strong. Although it is not as gentle as the spring breeze, it is refreshing. I wonder if the wind in the sky is like this. Looking at the dancing clouds around, I don't think so.

Write 300 words on the way home.

I am a playful child who likes to walk home from school while playing.

Walking home from school, I am free. Sometimes, I play with butterflies; Sometimes I dance with dragonfly; Sometimes, I race with birds.

Walking on the way home from school, I can learn from my grandparents, bow my back and move forward slowly step by step; You can also stumble forward like a big penguin; You can also wriggle around like a fashion girl.

On my way home from school, I like to play games with floor tiles. Red tiles are a sea of fire, blue tiles are the sea, yellow tiles are mudslides, and only black or white tiles are safe islands. I squinted at one eye and jumped around on one leg. Also make sure that you can jump into the "safety island" at every step, and never jump into the "danger zone".

On the way home from school, I often see bad scenes: someone throws confetti everywhere; Someone spits everywhere; There are also some naughty boys rocking small trees from side to side.

Once, I saw an aunt take a little boy under two years old to the flowers and take off his urine. What a shameful act! Such a young child has developed the habit of defecating everywhere. What should he do when he grows up? Through this experience, I realized the pain of Mother Earth more deeply. Walking on the way home from school, I understand a great truth: protecting the environment means protecting our own home!

I like walking on my way home from school. I will never forget this road, because it can wash away my troubles all day and make me extremely happy!

3. Pupil composition: On the way home from school [Pupil composition: On the way home from school] Pupil composition: How common it is on the way home from school. Pupil composition: On the way home from school, the third grade composition "Pupil composition: On the way home from school". But what did you meet on your way home from school? Like happy things ||| angry things || things that make you proud. Now let me tell you something that happened to me. \x05 \x05 One day, I came home from school and saw a bunch of people there. When I walked in, a young man came with an old woman. I asked her to give him a dollar coin and he threw it into the water. After about half an hour, "you are a water ghost and need to use my charm." "When the old woman gave the young man money, I held my breath. An idea flashed through my mind at once. I said, "This is a scam. I won't believe it. Let me try. After I did as he did, I told people that potassium permanganate and water were used. All the people dispersed in a hubbub. All of us must.

There is a boy who grew up in the mountains. He wants to go to the outside world. There is no road to the outside in the mountains, and he has no money. There are only vast mountains and dense forests here.

The boy thought and thought, and found an axe to grind on the stone. His mother asked him why he sharpened his axe. He said, "Cut down trees to make way." Mother asked him again why he cut down trees to open the way. He proudly said, "I'm going out of the mountain!" " "

Mom is a little sad and a little proud.

The boy cut a road in the forest and sold the cut wood.

When she left, her mother said, "Son, will you come back?" Will you know the way when you come back? "

The boy said, "I will definitely come back, just follow the path I cut out."

The boy just left.

After the boy left, the mountain people cut a road from all directions according to the boy's appearance and went outside to break into the world.

Many years later, the boy wanted to go home and have a look, but when he reached one side of the mountain, he didn't know the way because the mountain was bare. He doesn't know which road he copied in those years-it seems to be both, and it seems to be none.

He lost his home!

200-word composition on the way to school in grade three

Perhaps, the road after school is the most congested all day. But I found the most beautiful "scenery" on the most congested road.

It was a hot evening, and as soon as I got on my father's car, I shouted to turn up the wind speed of the air conditioner. Indeed, every car on the road has its windows closed, and everyone turns on the air conditioner as fast as possible. When you drive to Xiushan Road, beautiful "scenery" often appears here. They wear black uniforms and their hats look particularly white in the sun. The military emblem in front of the hat seems brighter than the sun and brighter.

They are committed to directing the traffic on the road and directing the congested roads in an orderly way. Beads of sweat "camp" on their foreheads, noses and faces. But they completely ignored it. Occasionally, some battery cars will be severely punished when they drive to the motorway. Check the driving license. Or, if there is a small bump between the car and a battery car, they will also rush to the scene at the first time to resolve contradictions and conflicts for them.

Perhaps, their work is very tired and hard, but they have made great contributions to the bon voyage. They are traffic policemen. It's a decent line in 360 lines.

6. Primary school students' 300-word composition "Walking on the way home from school" is walking on the way home from school.

How hot it is! It's really exciting. As soon as school was over, I ran to the canteen on my way home from school at a sprint speed of 100 meters, holding two yuan soaked in sweat in my hand, ready to buy a bottle of coke there to drink.

I ran to the door, just trying to reach for a coke. Suddenly I saw an old man with ragged clothes and gray hair beside the canteen. So I thought, whether to give money to the elderly or buy coke. After my fierce ideological struggle, I actually chose to buy coke. So I gave the money to my aunt and left with an iced coke. I enjoyed the roadside scenery while drinking cool and delicious coke. I walked slowly and a leaf hit my forehead. At this moment, I remembered the old man just now. I think I drank coke, but I didn't feel hot. It was very comfortable. But old people are different. Sitting in the hot sun is probably thirsty and tired. It's uncomfortable, but it's comfortable. I feel ashamed when I think about it. I think the coke in my hand is not sweet and astringent. I regret that I chose to buy coke. At this time, the poplars on both sides of the road were rattled by the breeze, as if to make fun of me and say, "This child has no love at all." I bowed my head in shame. I finished my coke and gave it to an old woman who picked up bottles, hoping it would make up for my mistake.

When I got home, I didn't tell my parents about it, but recorded it on my way to school with my lyrical pen.

Walking on the way home from school

After school, the students swarmed out like birds just released from cages. Some ran away, some ran to the big playground to play basketball, and some ran to their parents' arms waiting here early. . . . I only had one yuan that day, whether it was to catch the bus home or buy ice cream in summer. Looking at the scorching earth of the sun, I hesitated for half an hour, but I still came to the bubble tea shop and bought a copy of Green Mood with a dollar my mother gave me. I eat while walking. Wow, it feels so cool!

However, I will also pay a great price for it: that is, I will bring "ham" home in the hot sun. I was thirsty and tired halfway, my feet were like lead, and my throat was like smoke. Go, go, "gee" a dragonfly flew in front of me. For some reason, I was very tired just now. I am full of energy now. Because I loved catching dragonflies since I was a child, I want to catch them more now. But it's smart. It flies and lands. Sometimes it's fast, sometimes it's slow, and sometimes it's still in the air, which makes me dizzy. Its dexterous little paws were caught by a towering tree. After a while, I saw that it wouldn't come down, so I hid and waited for the opportunity. It looks left and right on the big tree and flies down when it sees no one. "Ha" caught! I was so happy that I completely forgot the sweat and the scorching sun.

When I got home, I saw my mother's anxious eyes and told her what happened on the road. My mother thought about it and said to me, "son, you can't be so playful in the future." Let the dragonfly go! " It is a beneficial insect and can catch mosquitoes. "Hearing this, I reluctantly put it back into nature.

7. Listen to The Way Home and write a 600-word composition. Has anyone asked you how far it is to go home?

I still remember that it was the summer of six years ago, and you were on the same road as us. We study in the same classroom, eat in the same canteen and play in the same shade.

I still remember when you first came, you always had a naive and ignorant smile on your face. This smile is the sweetest and warmest smile I have ever seen.

Your big eyes shine like brown gems, which is your greatest feature. I don't know how much laughter and encouragement your playful eyes have brought to your classmates. These eyes are the most beautiful and naive eyes I have ever seen.

After graduation, when it's your birthday, students will always send some small birthday gifts. At that time, you brought two boxes of beautiful mechanical pencil to everyone. When you gave it to me, you secretly put an extra pencil in my hand and whispered in my ear, "This pen is redundant. It looks good. Just for good friends! " "That pencil is the best and most precious one I have ever seen.

What I can't forget most is your birthday party in grade three. A bunch of girls come to your house to spend your birthday with you. Your mother cooked a good dish. We talked while eating and made fun of your brother. That kind of happiness, rare and full of happiness. After dinner, we went to the fitness equipment downstairs to play, running around, sweating, and then lying on the grass watching the stars. When I was a child, there were many twinkling stars hanging in the starry sky, and everyone talked about them with great interest. I don't know who offered to open the gift, but we ran back to your house panting and started to open the gift. I can't remember what I sent at that time, except that your "thank you" is the truest and most touching "thank you" I have ever heard. Now that I think about it, not only is a warm current coming to my mind. That night, I slept soundly. In my sweet dream, my good friends played together again and were very happy. ...

It's midsummer again Originally, everyone had to work hard together, refuel the exam and walk through the first day of junior high school. However, maybe God played a trick on us and didn't want us to spend our holidays happily, so we were separated. You left quietly without taking anything with you. ...

After crying for a while, I finally understand that we should not continue to be sad. You in the spirit of heaven must hope that we will work harder. In the future, on the road without you, we will be stronger and strive to complete your unfinished dreams and ambitions.

Minghong, the way home is not far at all. Have a good trip and wish you happiness.

8. On the way home, the composition was mainly about a little thing that happened to me. Although it is very inconspicuous, it is deeply engraved in my mind and I can't forget it.

I remember one day after school, it was raining heavily outside. On the way home with an umbrella, I saw a younger brother who didn't bring an umbrella and got wet in the rain. I want to run over and bring him an umbrella to take him home. But I think: In such a heavy rain, if two people take an umbrella, I will get wet. If I come home late, my parents will worry and maybe scold me. If I don't send it, my brother will catch a cold.

I was thinking: I saw a senior running towards his little brother with an umbrella in his hand and holding it over his head, as if to ask the little brother, "Where do you live?" I'll take you home. "The little brother pointed to the front and said," It's just around the corner. "Big brother took little brother's hand and walked to the front corner talking and laughing.

Although it has been two years, it is deeply imprinted in my heart. I think of it whenever it rains, which makes me feel ashamed.

"Hey, it's so fresh!" Such screams came from the bustling crowd on Chang 'an Avenue. This voice immediately attracted many passers-by, and with a shout, it was packed. What's new? My soul is here. Look! Three floors inside the spectator and three floors outside. I tried my best to get into the crowd, but I didn't know who was behind me. I said sourly, "Let's see if she dares to fine!" " "I'm more surprised. I managed to get in. My first impression is that the atmosphere here is very tense. Two policemen in the crowd looked at each other. Will the law enforcement police violate the rules? No wonder some people say fresh. What's more, today a policewoman will punish a policeman. Of course, the police are "punishing" those who break the rules. Do the police stick to the principle or forgive the police once, or "punish" or "not punish"? I stopped and decided to have a look.

"Comrade!" The police aunt said calmly and sternly, "Bicycles should be parked within the white safety line. You crossed the line. According to the traffic regulations ... "The police aunt didn't say anything, just stared at the police uncle with sharp eyes. "Aunt is right!" Admire me secretly. At this time, everyone and I looked at the police uncle. I looked at his red face and bit my lip and thought, will he be punished willingly? Maybe even if you are polite, will there be some face between the police and the police? But I was wrong. The action of the police surprised everyone present. He hurriedly took out 50 cents from his pocket and gave it to the policeman's aunt. He said softly, "I was in a hurry to meet someone at Beijing Railway Station, so I was not careful. I will pay attention to it in the future. " With that, he lowered his head and pushed his bicycle away from the crowd.

Seeing this scene, people secretly praised me, and I was even more excited. The fact that female police officers enforce the law like a mountain and male police officers are willing to be punished deeply touched me and educated me.

9. Write a 200-word composition on the way home. Everyone will have a little dream in their heart, work hard for it, fight for it, walk on the road of chasing dreams, or hesitate or be sad, but they will always move towards that established goal, lose again and again, and fight again and again.

No matter how vast the sky is, there is also a star that gives off a faint light. No matter how dark and bumpy the road of life is, there is also a lamp shining on us.

This is a dream. Everyone has a star of his own, which guides people to success.

At the beginning of primary school, my dream was to be an excellent student, with outstanding performance in the class. With this dream, I began to work hard. I always finish the homework assigned by the teacher carefully. Later, I gradually felt the severity of the teacher and the pressure of homework.

Once again, I feel the difficulty of realizing my dream. Sometimes, I really want to stop and don't want to insist. I often think that as a thin child, I don't need to suffer so much to pursue a dream.

At that time, I envied children younger than me! But since my fifth grade, my dream has become to be a primary school teacher. I have read several books, which read: "A teacher is like a fire that warms people's hearts, and gentle language is like a drizzle that infiltrates our hearts and moistens our hearts;" Teachers are like the sun, which makes every seed sprout out of life. Teachers are like the earth, which makes every hope become a fruitful fruit. In class, teachers will give vivid lectures, introduce students into the ocean of knowledge and study hard.

When reading, you write and draw, daub and outline; When thinking, my right hand holds my head and my left hand doodles a little. When he was excited, he gestured in the air with his hands, his arms slightly bent, and his fingers made strange shapes, as if the world were in his hands; Then he turned and left his seat, frowning, and stopped to meditate for a long time from time to time, as if he were solving a worldwide problem.

Whenever I think that the flower of dreams will bloom brilliantly for me, I choose to stick to it, because I firmly believe that the sweat of hard work will bloom this beautiful flower of dreams. I am looking forward to ... on the road of chasing dreams, too many hardships have weakened my courage, and dreams are like a pump, always encouraging me to stand up again and again in the face of difficulties, full of expectations for the future and move on.

Life is not dark because of dreams, but colorful because of dreams. In the process of pursuing dreams, difficulties are sometimes like stumbling blocks, but we can overcome them and climb the peak of success.

Each of us has a dream. We have all worked hard for this dream, but some people give up, some people persevere, and eventually our dream will come true. Once, I came home from school by myself.

Far away, at the crossroads, a sweet song dripped into my heart like running water. I paused, and then quickly ran forward to find Song.

Running, running, I stopped, in front of me, sat a beautiful girl, but she lost a hand and a leg. Her clothes don't fit at all, as if they were picked up from a trash can.

But her voice is sweet, sweet. She is singing with a simple microphone and a bright peach-blossom smile on her face. There was a paper box with leaflets folded in front of her. I couldn't help but gently put ten dollars into the paper box and my heart moved.

She is a disabled person, but she works so hard for her singing dream. I admire you, a street artist! Now many stars have joined a program called "China Stars Jump", and Niu Ren is one of them. Niu Niu is 64 years old this year, but she still wants to dive. He is not old enough.

Ordinary old people are scared when they hear this. Nowadays, the elderly live happily at home. Who dares be so crazy? But cows dare to try, which many young people can't do. When I think of every game, my parents will encourage me to say, "Don't care too much about the result, what matters is the process."

I didn't really understand the truth until I saw the cow. The beauty of the herd is that it dares to try and "chase", and it also has the beauty of chasing dreams! I admire you, brave cow! Students, let's work hard for our dreams! Be a dream catcher and you will feel very happy! Someone asked me, "What color should the dream be?" I paused, suddenly thinking of him. "Wheat color, the color soaked with sweat."

"It must be very happy to have a dream to pursue." I continued.

Right in front of my eyes, he is really right in front of my eyes, separated by a podium, but his dream-chasing steps have already embarked on a journey, towards the distant. He sang Song of the Road in a low voice.

He thought he was free and unrestrained, and he spent two years in high school. After playing countless times, the sense of hesitation has also increased. "I can't be drunk anymore, I can't sleep anymore, I still have to continue or face it."

Maybe, he figured it out. Two years ago, he paid attention to his study for the first time. Even the most annoying history, textbooks are full of notes.

"I'm best at math, but it's useless to have a good subject. I have to catch up with others, "he said with a wry smile. A year's hard work has made him advance by leaps and bounds. Unfortunately, God deceived people. He missed the university he often talked about and entered an unsatisfactory business school.

"The dream is not ahead, the dawn of the people has been slightly illuminated, and the process of striving for progress is doomed to be painful, but so what, even if you are hurt all over, you must live beautifully," he thought. He sang "Gun" loudly.

The campus is not small, but it can't bind her fiery soul. Finally, at the dawn of late autumn that year, one person and one car embarked on a trip that said go and go.

"Go to the north, it's snowing there." In his spare time in college, he traveled all over China by bike.

In one photo, he knelt at the foot of Mount Everest, which read: "Four years, travel around the world." This is not a joke. The journey doesn't stop there.

He said, I always feel that the things in college textbooks will make me feel different if I go for a walk in person. There are not only faint stars on the road where the bicycle travels, but also his persistence in his dreams.

He thinks that school is the harbor of spirit and nature is the oxygen of mind. He hummed "Chasing Dreams" softly.

Graduated from college, originally outside.

10. The third grade composition describes the road in front of my house. In early winter, on a cold morning, I walked slowly on the road. Why do I walk so slowly on the road? Because, think about it, it's winter, and it's going to rain if it doesn't snow. Although it doesn't snow in the south, it will rain on the whole. It rained yesterday, and it is still raining today. Of course, you have to take your time. If you walk fast, you are sure to fall down.

Suddenly, I heard a crisp sound in my ear, like a bottle falling to the ground. I followed the sound and saw a young pioneer wearing a red scarf sitting on a red Mercedes, opening the window and throwing a bottle of unfinished milk on the sidewalk not far from the trash can. Then I said to her mother, "That's terrible! Mom! Don't buy milk in the future! I don't drink! " "Good good! I promise you. " Aside, the girl's mother was flattered.

Perhaps it is because the sound of the bottle landing is too crisp, or perhaps it is because the sound of entering the sea is too loud. Many passers-by looked at it tacitly and talked about it: "This is immoral! Garbage is littered everywhere, and it is thrown so close to the trash can! Today's children ... ""Not only children, but also young pioneers! Even the young pioneers are like this, what morality can we talk about? What a mess! "The child's mother, too, won't give her daughter a lesson! Let her indulge! " ..... Listening to the article about herself, the girl was at a loss and was about to close the window. Suddenly, an old and powerful voice sounded: "Wait!" Suddenly, the eyes of passers-by moved to the owner of the voice: an old man with white hair, towering cheekbones and gray sideburns, wearing only a white shirt and a coat and overalls, showing no sign of hunchback. It is conceivable that he reached a contrast with the people around him.

Seeing this old man, the crowd once talked about it in succession: "Wow, this old man is too bold. You can tell from that Mercedes that he is a big family. Does the old man want to die? " "Yes and yes, the old man is dead. Yo, there's a cleaner! It's over. It's over. " "Dead old man, called * * *?" The girl throwing milk asked seriously. "You throw the milk on the ground, which is uncivilized. You throw the unfinished milk on the ground, and there is milk everywhere. You should at least clean it up! " Hearing what the girl called him, the old man didn't get angry, but said it seriously. "Well …" The girl was interrupted by her mother before she finished. "Dead old man, I said you have something to do with my daughter. Isn't that money? How much do you want? " "You ..." The old man was speechless. "I what me? By the way, why do you order me? " "I am a cleaner!" "Cleaner? What does the cleaner have to say? Is the cleaner great? Are you proud? I really don't know what you think! Daughter, let's go! " "Wait!" "Is there anything else? Dead old man! " "As a cleaner, I am very proud! Why can't I be proud? Who says I can't be proud? Yes, the cleaner is very humble! But have you ever thought that the city would be so clean without cleaners? Without cleaners, the city will be in a mess! " A few words drew boos. Yes, cleaners are humble, but what would the world be like without cleaners? There's rubbish everywhere? No, then humans can't get out alive. They will faint when they go out, and there is a bad smell everywhere.