Yizhan composition for the third grade of junior high school

In daily study, work or life, everyone has the experience of writing essays, and they are very familiar with them. According to the characteristics of propositional writing, compositions can be divided into propositional compositions and non-propositional compositions. I believe that many of my friends are very troubled by writing essays. Below is my carefully compiled composition for the third grade of junior high school in Yi Zhan. You are welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. Yizhan Junior High School Composition 1

On a bright morning on Friday, the school organized us to go to the "Nanhu Amusement Park". After an hour’s drive, we finally arrived at Nanhu Amusement Park! After the teacher and tour guide told us the precautions and concentration time, we happily dispersed into each group.

Our group excitedly ran to the "Ferris Wheel". On the Ferris Wheel, we talked and laughed and had a bird's-eye view of the beauty of the world! With the height of the Ferris wheel, I found my favorite game - bumper cars. The "bumper car" was very endearing, and the queue was huge. After 15 minutes, I finally arrived. I immediately sat on the bumper car, and then an uncle helped me fasten my seat belt. "Deng Deng", the game begins! I followed the blue bumper car, but I didn't expect to be "attacked" by the blue bumper car. I decided to "revenge"! After I turned around, the blue bumper car was "besieged" by others. I thought this was a good time to fight back. Suddenly I found that it was about to turn, so I quickly drove the car to the side of it and slammed into it. "Pop", the car owner was knocked forward and backward. Just as he was in shock, there was another car. When I bumped into him, it was true that "misfortunes never come singly". His face was so frightened that I couldn't help laughing...

At noon, the weather was not good, and it started to rain heavily. No warning. Fortunately - at that time, I was already sitting in a square where I could get shelter from the rain. I sat on the stool and enjoyed my lunch...

After lunch, I went to relive my childhood fun - game consoles. There were coin pushers, basketball machines and other game consoles.

The time has come and we are going back. Although I was a little reluctant to leave when I came back, I came back with a full load. What I brought was joy, laughter, and happiness... Essay for the third grade of junior high school in Yi Station 2

< p> The deep night carries my reluctance to leave this city. Even though the world is far away *** At this time, I still care about the distance of thousands of kilometers. I continue to snake and create my dream, even though it is just a station...

——My sister said

When I gradually got used to the listening training during the early reading in English class, when I gradually got used to the math teacher who always taught with a smile, when I gradually got used to the Chinese teacher When I was dictating for five minutes before class, 10 months had already passed by.

On that day when I saw the "Independent Enrollment Brochure" posted by the school, I suddenly realized that we were about to change from junior students to senior students. I stared at the bright red paper for a long time, then turned around and left.

I often see a lot of articles about the third grade of junior high school, the kind that are very tragic, and I can’t help but smile. In fact, my third year in junior high school was so peaceful and calm. I still remember that there were indeed many things happening at that time, but none of them happened to me. I quietly looked at the joys and sorrows, and after sighing, I felt that it was nothing. In the final stage, I was immersed in doing 45 papers in math class, which felt very fulfilling. I listened to the teacher's nagging in the Chinese class, and now I feel warm in my heart when I think about it. In English class, when I looked at the teacher’s elegant writing on the blackboard, I really fell in love with those words. In my third year of junior high school, I just had nothing to do.

High school is actually quite good. No matter how difficult the time is, it will be fine after you get through it. Sometimes I feel that doing so many exercises has made me "saturated". Falling in love with high school really requires a process.

No matter how far we go, we need to stop and rest. This place is the inn. Junior high school, high school, and school are all just indispensable stops in our lives. Change horses, adjust yourself, and hit the road again.

When I gradually got used to the separation, my sister told me that this was just a stop.

Composition 3 for the third grade of the post station

This morning, my father said that he would take us and my aunt’s family to live in a tree house in Tianmengou, the Kyushu Post Station in Qingyuan. I was so happy. We had a good lunch, dad. So we drove to Yingde Jiuzhou Station in Qingyuan City. Dad drove for more than three hours and finally arrived at the destination. Dad went to handle the housing first. We waited for more than ten minutes before we got the room card. I saw many small wooden houses when I went up the mountain. The wooden houses were beautifully supported by trees underneath. I thought this might be the origin of the tree houses!

Every cabin here is named after a surname. Some cabins belong to the Wang family, and some belong to the Li family. We live in three houses: the Kong family, the Lu family, and the He family. There is a large pool in the middle of the room, which can contain hot and cold water. We put our bags in the room and went to the mountain to look at the surrounding environment. Some rooms are surrounded together, that is, surrounded by trees. There is a house, a waterwheel, and you can climb the mountain. The air on the mountain is good. It is really a good tourist attraction. After we looked around, we returned to the wooden house. After the pool was filled with water, we went out to have dinner. We had a good dinner. When we came back, we children were swimming and playing in the pool. The women went to the wooden house on the mountain to soak in the hot springs. My father and uncle were there to take care of us. We children were having a lot of fun playing in the pool. , about half an hour later, my mother and the others came back from the hot springs.

My mother said that the hot springs in the wooden house on the mountain were very good, so she asked a few grown men to take us children to the hot springs. Soon we came back from the hot springs. Then the adults sat together, chatted, ate fruits and cracked melon seeds, and we children all watched TV and played games together. After a while, the time passed very quickly, and we all went back to our rooms to rest and sleep. Jiuzhou Station·Tianmengou is so fun! Yizhan Grade 3 Composition 4

I always look forward to the happiness at the next stop, but how many next stops will there be in this journey of life? Are we still confused when we are young? "Flowers are ready to be broken when they bloom, but don't wait until there are no flowers." The station of youth is fleeting, so don't waste the good time of youth! With a positive attitude, happiness is really simple!

It seems that when we are young, we are a little ignorant. Regarding love, we stay together because of our good feelings for each other, and occasionally there are small romances during leisure walks and small quarrels between lovers. You think that is love, eternal love. In the complicated world, there are always unexpected things. Even if the two of you part ways in the end, you still think that you still love each other deeply.

It seems that when we are young, we are a little frivolous. Recently, there was news on the Internet: On the eve of graduation, college students in Chongqing spent 100 yuan to hold a campus wedding. Haha, youth is so good. As long as you think it is the right thing, then bravely put aside the troubles of the world and never look back. Who said you can’t get married without a car or a house? Who said that the standard for choosing a spouse in the 21st century is tall, handsome, rich, fair and beautiful? Perhaps every turbulent youth cannot escape an ordinary ending in the end. Really, when others laugh at me, I am too crazy, but when I laugh at them, they cannot see through it!

It seems that when we are young, we are a little sad. After watching the recent hit drama "Beijing Love Story", I felt a lot: Is Shi Xiaomeng right or wrong? Some people say that he succeeded and took root in the great city of Beijing; some people say that he is not worthy and the dream he pursues so hard is at the expense of friends and love. In fact, why bother to explore right and wrong? Just like the theme song "Goodbye." As the song "Youth" sings, whether your youth is beautiful pain or brilliant sadness, waving goodbye, it can only be an eternal memory. In life, you will inevitably get hurt. There is no need to hide the pain deliberately. Maybe after crying loudly, you will feel freer and freer.

The station of youth, we carry our youth with us, singing the song of youth without regrets... The station of the third grade of junior high school composition 5

Life is like a long road, without end, on the way But there is a resting station...

Family love

Summer is the season of happiness. The golden rice swayed her plump figure in the field.

Under the scorching sun, my mother was hunched over and still working. Beads of sweat fell from the cheeks and rolled on the leaves.

"Mom, give you a towel to wipe away your sweat."

"No. Go back quickly. Don't stand here. You'll get tanned..."

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Teacher-student relationship

"..." Speechless.

I failed the exam.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. How can I meet Mr. Jiangdong when he is a big "99"?

Smile, but before the corners of your mouth turn up, tears roll down unsatisfactorily.

"Hey! Pistachio, why is it raining?" The teacher stood in front of me at some point.

"I failed in the exam, that's it. I'm not afraid."

Wiping away tears, I received the soft gaze from the teacher and felt warm.

"I..."

"Very good. It will definitely work!" The teacher answered, "Do you want to say that?"

I was stunned. . After a moment, I nodded firmly.

"That's right! If I have time in the afternoon, I will find out the cause of the error for you..."

"Okay! Thank you, teacher..."

Friendship

"La la la, la la la, I am a little expert in selling newspapers..." Singing the song, I walked happily on the road. !

"Ah, your new clothes are so beautiful!" The classmates surrounded me and praised me. I was surrounded in the middle, like a blooming flower, enjoying the gentle breeze and drizzle.

"Oops! He got ink on you!" A cry of surprise, like a hurricane that rolled up in an instant, blew away my bright mood.

I am like a raging wave, roaring! Toward the "birthplace" of sin. But he, like a small tree, silently endures sudden changes.

"Take it off quickly, I'll help you wash it. Maybe it can be washed off!" After the "storm", some classmates offered advice.

"Yes, get the washing powder. It will wash off."

I woke up from a dream, and rushed out of the classroom with my classmates...

Thank God ! After some painstaking "treatment" by my classmates, the "scars" on my clothes were finally removed.

However, my heart is no longer bright.

"Oh! Why can't you get rid of this old habit of being angry? Others don't mean it. I'll apologize to him later..."

Life Station, give it to me It left too much memory space and allowed me to taste the warmth of my relatives and friends. With warmth, I will move forward! ——Postscript to the Third Grade Composition of the Inn 6

A dilapidated small bridge, although it connected the rural roads on both sides, was no longer suitable for people to walk on. Finally, with the support of the whole village, a steel wire bridge was built. The bridge hangs in the air. It looks very majestic in the distance. For many years, the steel wire bridge has been guarding the lonely river not far from my home. No matter in the bloody and turbulent past, or in the prosperous and peaceful today, she has stood leisurely. With my only posture, I took on the pedestrians on the road and the wind, rain and snow, and enjoyed the sunshine.

I stood alone on the steel wire bridge, thinking that she would gradually age, and my heart ached. In the mountain village where there were no wild flowers, I felt the distance from it. Missing is beautiful. On every full moon night, which beautiful bridge is not a pillar in the heart?

When I really stand in the memories of the past, I dream of my steel wire bridge. Her power and the convenience she provides us make me remember her all the time. When we stand On the steel wire bridge, I feel like a roly-poly. I am unstable and may fall if I am not careful. Every time I stand on it, I will be particularly careful. If you stand on the steel wire bridge at night or when you are in a bad mood, , that kind of feeling, some can make you turn grief into strength and walk through every station of the soul. Therefore, whenever I am unhappy, I will stand on the steel wire bridge to relieve my worries. Whenever I stand on the steel wire bridge, When I go up, I will recall the sorrows and joys of my childhood, and remember every bit of my life at that time. She was like a friend of mine, helping me and supporting me all the time.

Quietly looking at the gurgling water under the steel wire bridge, at the gentle water plants among the stones, and at the surrounding trees, the steel wire bridge hangs quietly on both sides, patiently waiting for the arrival of pedestrians .