The third grade Chinese continues to write 60 pages and 300 words.

1.3 Grade 2 Chinese unique skills continued, including 300 words unique skills continued.

Summer vacation is coming, and Zhu Xiao has disappeared after school. You won't forget the stunt, will you?

Time is up. By the pool, everyone is competing for tricks. Everyone first turned their attention to Er Fu, thinking that he was going to perform martial arts again.

Unexpectedly, he took out a piece of paper and a pen and drew the green mountain peak, which was finished in a short time. Everyone said with one voice, "Good! Good! " .

Not to be outdone, Sanpang plucked a leaf and blew out a loud song! According to the ranking, it's Zhu Xiao's turn. Everyone saw Zhu Xiao smiling mysteriously, took out the paper, pen and watch in his schoolbag and said, "Let's compare and see who wrote more and better compositions in fifteen minutes." "Compare it!"

Er Fu scrambled to answer.

The game started, and the man with the watch shouted "Go!" , everyone wrote it. Er Fu, who was complacent just now, is now a "leader of saving ink", scratching his hair and rubbing his hands for a while, and he is very anxious. Sanpang was impatient, too, and stopped writing. Only Xiaozhu's pen is still working, and two pages have been written in the blink of an eye. Time is coming soon. Three fat only wrote half a page, Er Fu didn't mention it, and he couldn't get a line; Only small pillars are quick, four pages. Everyone ran over and read only one page, so they couldn't help applauding.

Later, it dawned on everyone that Zhu Xiao took classes in the only composition training class nearby every day and spent a lot of time practicing writing.

Everyone has gained something in this competition, and their unique skills are wonderful, each with its own merits.

2. The little photographer continued to write a composition of 300 words [The little photographer continued to write a composition of 300 words] On this day, Gorky was reading a book and the little photographer continued to write a composition of 300 words.

Suddenly, a man ran in. Gorky looked up, ah, it was the little boy yesterday, with a camera in his hand. Gorky asked with a smile, did you bring film today? I have a lot of film here.

The little boy said, no, I brought film. As he spoke, he took the film out of his pocket and put it in the camera.

The little boy let Gorky sit in that seat yesterday, and with a click, the third-grade composition "Little Photographer" continued to write 300 words. Gorky was about to stand up when the little boy said, excuse me, please sit down again.

Gorky asked: Isn't it already finished? The little boy said, I forgot to open the lens cover just now. Let's do it again. The little boy said as he opened the lens cover.

Gorky smiled: Come on, do it again. The little boy raised his camera and clicked.

Ah, good shot. The little boy went out happily ... Grade three: Lan Shaoqin.

How to write an ordinary cylinder with a red coat and an "antenna" on its head, which is a candle.

Candles are very common things, I believe everyone has seen them! Very cheap, all over the world. You must be surprised to see this. Candles are too common. Why should I bother to introduce them? Indeed, the candle is very common, but its spirit of silently paying for others deeply attracts me. It lights itself up, illuminates others and asks for nothing in return. Thinking of this, I can't help but think of the cultivators of the motherland's flowers, the pillars of the motherland, and the teachers who silently pay for us. The teacher comes back to school early every day, teaching us the truth of being a man and imparting us rich knowledge. Everyone says that the teacher is a gardener and a bright light in the vast sea of people. But I want to say that the teacher is a candle. "One day as a teacher, life as a father." Teachers cultivate the flowers of the motherland with hard work and sweat, and let us become contributors to the motherland. We are never selfish and ask for nothing in return. If there is no teacher in life, just like there is no candle in power failure, life will fall into darkness. At this time, I remembered an ancient poem I recited last semester: silkworms in spring should spin until they die, and candles should drain the wick every night. This sentence is perfect for teachers. Teachers insist on attending classes until they are white-haired, just like candles, sacrificing themselves to illuminate others.

Candle, it is so ordinary and so great. In the future, I will also pay for the society silently and selflessly like a candle!

4. The third-level photographer continued to write 300 words. The photographer came to Gorky's office again and wrote on the paper: I am here.

It was folded into paper again and the plane flew in through the window. Gorky read the note and told the secretary to invite the little photographer in at once.

Gorky said enthusiastically, "Come in, come in!" And personally poured a glass of water for the little photographer. Knowing that Gorky was very busy at work, the young photographer quickly took out the camera with film and fiddled with it. Gorky understood, took a newspaper and sat on the sofa to read it carefully.

The little photographer adjusted the focal length, only to hear a click, and a photo of Zhang Zhengui was permanently fixed on the paper. The little photographer stood up straight, bowed respectfully to Gorky and said devoutly, "Goodbye, Grandpa Gorky!" " Say that finish, excitedly turned and left.

The little photographer jumped step by step and hummed the nursery rhyme of "happiness". He took his paper to the photo studio for printing. In the evening, the little photographer thought: Tomorrow, he can post Gorky's photo on his carefully designed wall newspaper, and in this way, he entered a sweet dream.

The third-level photographer continued to write 300 words. After the boy left, he didn't come back for a long time. Gorky thinks about the little boy every day. One day, the secretary told Gorky, "A little boy of about ten years old came from outside with a camera in his hand and said he would take your picture. It seems to be the little boy two months ago. Will you let him in? " Gorky answered quickly. He said, "Quick, quick, quick, let the little boy in!" " "

After a while, the little boy stood in front of Gorky, grinning. Gorky asked, "Where have you been these two months? I think about you every day. " Little boy: "Yes! I miss you every day! However, my mother has acute appendicitis. I have been taking care of my mother, so I haven't had time to take pictures of you. Now that my mother is well, she asked me to take a picture of you as a souvenir. " Gorky said with a smile; "I hope you don't leave the film at home this time and cry to get it!" The little boy blushed and Gorky said, "OK, let's start!" " "

Gorky sat on the sofa and read the newspaper kindly. The little boy concentrated on taking pictures and hugged Gorky again. Gorky smiled and said, "This is a perfect day!" "

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On this day, Gorky was reading a book. Suddenly, a man ran in. Gorky looked up, ah, it was the little boy yesterday, with a camera in his hand. Gorky smiled and asked, "Did you bring film today?" I have a lot of film here. The little boy said, "No, I brought film." "As he spoke, he took the film out of his pocket and put it in the camera. The little boy sat Gorky in the same seat yesterday and nodded. Gorky was about to stand up when the little boy said, "Sorry, please sit down again." Gorky asked, "Isn't it already occupied?" The little boy said, "I forgot to open the lens cover just now. Let's do it again." The little boy said as he opened the lens cover. Gorky smiled and said, "Come on, do it again." The little boy raised his camera and clicked. Ah, good shot. The little boy went out happily. ...

6. A Chinese book with 64 pages and 300 words. Although ordinary and small, it has indomitable vitality; Although not beautiful, it has strong vitality; All this is the power of longing for life! Grass, regardless of lightning, regardless of storm, regardless of cold and heat, is not afraid. All this is the power of faith. The grass is eager for life and survival, so it stands up again!

I walked along the path, looking at the green grass beside the road, lost in thought. ...

Perhaps, many people regard grass as a symbol of weakness and think that their short bodies can't stand a little wind and rain. But I don't think so, because in my eyes, grass is so tenacious and full of vitality, and most importantly, it is its own vitality and spirit!

As soon as spring comes, the grass opens its hazy eyes and rushes out of the ground to share the joy and warmth brought by the spring girl with people. They are scattered all over the earth, laying a green carpet for the "Mother Earth" who raised them ... The combination of thousands of grasses in Qian Qian makes people see the greatness of life.

Of course, the respect of the grass is not only here, but also shines a bright spot-indomitable spirit. Although grass is not as tall and straight as towering trees, nor as bright red and beautiful as flowers, its spirit is enough to cover all this, which makes people re-recognize and marvel.

In the storm, tall and straight trees were uprooted and colorful flowers were destroyed, but the grass won with a force stronger than material strength ... After the storm, the flower trees changed, and only the grass stood there with its head held high, enjoying the sunshine after the rain ... Because of this, they were worthy of the great poet's sentence, "Wildfire didn't completely burn them down, but they got tall again in the spring breeze."

I think: in the long journey of life, everyone will encounter bumps and bumps. As long as we have the spirit of grass, the dark clouds of despair will eventually disperse and the flowers of hope will bloom forever. I will never forget the newborn grass, and I will never forget my mother's smiling face full of expectation!

7. The third grade composition "Continue to write a little photographer" is another sunny morning, and the little boy comes to Gorky's office again. The secretary saw it and said, "Are you the little boy who took pictures of Comrade Gorky yesterday?" The little boy said, "Yes. Can you let me in? " The secretary added, "Just a moment, please. I'll tell Comrade Gorky." The secretary whispered to Gorky, "The little boy came again yesterday." Gorky said happily, "Come on, let him in."

The secretary introduced the little boy into Gorky's office. The little boy bowed to Gorky and said, "Comrade Gorky, I'm sorry. I forgot to bring my film last time. I didn't take pictures. Please forgive me for keeping you sitting for so long. " Gorky said, "It doesn't matter. I like working with young pioneers. Did you bring film today? " The little boy said, "Yes, I did it!" " The little boy went on to say, "Would you please sit on the sofa and read the newspaper?" Gorky sat down again according to the boy's words.

After the photo was taken, the little boy quickly ran to the photo studio to develop the photos. Back to school, he immediately posted the photo on the wall newspaper. The students saw it and said, "You are so brave. It is not easy to take pictures of Gorky writers! " "The little boy smiled sweetly.

8. Writing in the third grade of primary school: 60-word writing.

What impressed me most was that.

In life, there are many memorable and unforgettable things. I also have something that makes me remember deeply.

I remember once, Xiao Wang and I came home from school. Somehow, the sky suddenly changed color and it began to rain in Mao Mao. Before long, it began to rain cats and dogs. Xiao Wang quickly took out his umbrella from his schoolbag and said, "I brought my umbrella." Let's use it together. " "But your home is here, and my home is still far away. What can I do now? " I said morosely. Xiao Wang looked at me in a hurry and said, "Don't worry, don't worry. When I got to the door of my small community, I ran in. I will lend you this umbrella. You can return it to me tomorrow. " I quickly shook my head and said, "No, no, how can this be done?" You'll get wet. "Xiao Wang said with a smile," It doesn't matter. " As he spoke, he handed me the umbrella and ran in. I tried to catch up and give it back to him, but Xiao Wang had already run away. I walked home with an umbrella and thought to myself, "Xiao Wang or other students are in trouble, so I will try my best to help them." "

Whenever my classmates encounter difficulties, I always think of them, which I will never forget.

I suddenly want to write you a letter. I never said I love you to my face. This may also be the culture of China people. They don't express their feelings, and their feelings for their loved ones are always in their hearts. I sometimes envy foreigners, who can express their love for their families.

Mom, actually, I never thought I would stick to school until now. I know things at home are not so good. In primary school, tuition was borrowed from others. Later, you started working as a waiter, delivering food, serving dishes and washing dishes. You said I was your pride, you said you would do this all your life, but you hoped I could fulfill your college dream. I look at your blistered and cracked hands. Our head teacher's hands are well maintained. Whenever she puts her hand on the table, I think of your hand. If I went to college, I wouldn't be so tired as I am now. In your time, college students were still very precious.

You pick me up when I come back during many holidays. When I first saw you, I always felt that you were old. Sometimes you ask me if you have new white hair. I don't know what to say. I want to say no. You are still young, but you saw it when you looked in the mirror. I will be twenty years old in a blink of an eye. I really don't want to say that you are old, and I don't want to admit this fact.

Once you suddenly asked me if you were going through menopause. I smiled and said no, menopause has long passed, but I was still surprised. I didn't expect you to ask.

You never give yourself a birthday. You always let me eat delicious food on my birthday, but I know that my birthday is a difficult day for you, Mom. Your daughter has grown up after all these years. I will be good to you in the future, mom. I love you.