Third grade composition at the crossroads

No matter in school or in society, when it comes to writing, everyone is familiar with it. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. How to write a good composition? The following is the composition I collected for you in grade three at the intersection, which is for reference only. I hope it will help you.

1 There seems to be a figure that my mother has been looking up to at the intersection, as if there was the joy of chasing and fighting in the past, as if there was a little girl squatting on the ground and crying at the intersection ...-Inscription

Have you ever seen an advertisement on TV: When I was a child, my mother said that when you grew up, she would be happy. When you grow up, mom says that when you graduate and have a job, she will enjoy it. When you graduate and have an ideal job, mom says she will be happy when you get married and have children. But when all this came, she was old, and it would be a pity to wait any longer.

Do you feel a little touched in your heart? Maybe you don't go home all night when you are in a small mood. She stayed up all night and waited at the intersection. Do you still remember when you were a child, holding your mother's hand through the intersection of streets and lanes, wearing bulging glasses and saying to your mother, "Mom, when I grow up, I will take off the moon and give it to you, because it is as beautiful and precious as you, and there is only one limited edition mother in the world." At that time, you made your mother laugh, which was her favorite pistachio.

This intersection is full of good memories.

Remember that whenever you are angry with your mother and unhappy, you will go to the tea shop at the intersection and order a glass of lemonade? Do you remember how long you cried at the intersection a year ago because you didn't get into the experimental class? Do you still remember the scene where you and your friends were playing with chickens at the intersection? At that time, you smiled so brightly, like a blooming sunflower, which was beautiful. Do you remember ... this intersection is where you vent and where you are happy.

In life, there are always many crossroads, maybe they will be crossroads, which will make you choose and confuse you. Don't be afraid, take your time, it will pass. But you should remember that there are always some intersections where people are waiting for you to come back, and there are always some intersections that carry your good memories and remind you of the past. So there are good memories at the intersection, and it is also a place to vent.

Whether to leave or choose at the crossroads is a lonely journey.

The intersection is the future, the hope and a person's dream trip.

Standing at the fork in the road of life, everyone is a tour guide.

The pace of the senior high school entrance examination is gradual. Where should I go? It's time to choose students to walk, and I can't help but feel a ripple in my heart. Are you going or not? I asked myself.

There are two kinds of fruits on the table and two roads at the foot.

Mother deliberately cut the apple into pieces and put it on the plate, but there stood a dull and prickly guy-pineapple.

I picked up an apple easily, as if I had easily stepped into the gate of No.1 Middle School, and the exam that left my students seemed to give me two chances to take the senior high school entrance examination. I stood at the fork in the road and recoiled. Lift one foot, intending to set foot on the spacious road. I was stabbed and hurt my nerve. The scenery in No.1 Middle School is good, but should I be trapped by the scenery? No, I want to fight. I'm going to flush. Whatever the outcome, at least I tried.

So I put down the apple and picked up the pineapple.

My hand was stabbed and blood came out. "She also went to Yiling? Not self-sufficient! " The ridicule of others stung my heart. Although the road ahead is full of thorns, I have hands and fists. I picked up the knife, carefully cut off the thorns of the pineapple and set foot on a quiet path with few people.

How many cold nights left a thick reference book, just for the promised land in my dream. Heaven rewards diligence, and hard work will pay off. What is the reason for my stagnation? "Did you walk the exam?" "no!" I said firmly. Now is the time to dream, because I am in the prime of life; Now is the time to rush, because I have a dream; Now is the time for me to work hard, because I'm going to rush!

The same fish, I want to swim further; Same tree, I want to grow greener; The same bird, I want to fly higher.

There are two roads in the yellow forest, and I chose the one with few people, which has determined my life path since then.

That night, it was raining in Mao Mao, and I was on my way home from school.

When I passed a crossroads, I saw a father and son, who snuggled up quietly in the rain. My father looks very old and young, but he has white hair and one leg seems to be disabled. My son is about five or six years old, leaning against his father. There is an iron bowl in front of them, which contains odds and ends of banknotes and coins. I feel sorry for them. I took out a few dollars I had just picked up by car from my pocket and carefully put them in their bowls. My father and son thanked me at once, and I left in a hurry.

Just a few steps away, I vaguely heard my father say to his son, "Today's harvest is good, and it earns more than those leaders sitting in the office!" Haha, let's pack up and go home in this rainy day. "I was shocked. Are they cheating money? To find out, I got into the bushes and watched them quietly. The son didn't speak for a long time, and finally asked weakly, "Dad, are we really good like this?" I saw the father put down his prosthetic leg, shook off the whole leg, pulled off his wig and exposed his black hair. He shouted, "Why do children mind their own business?" "I'm not trying to make money, okay? Don't say such things again. I promise to give you food and clothing, so that you can go to primary school next year. Besides, I'm going to beat you up, do you hear me? " My son seemed to want to say something, but looking at his father's purple face, he only replied, "Oh …" Somehow, it deeply hurt my heart. How much helplessness does this voice contain? He has a pure heart, but it is slowly being swallowed up. He wants a father like a friend, and he wants a perfect family, not the contempt of neighbors and the ridicule of friends.

Looking at the back of the father and son leaving, I fell into deep thought, and I silently blessed the little boy in my heart.

I don't know where this little boy should go at the crossroads of life.

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and in a blink of an eye, six years of junior high school life has ended. With the beauty of flower season, I broke into the gate of junior high school. Life in junior high school is tortuous, like a busy crossroads.

When I entered junior high school, I was curious about everything around me, and I didn't know the newly formed class, so I ignored everything and only focused on learning. The big challenge of the first monthly exam was soon set up. Through my unremitting efforts, I finally achieved the ideal result, ranking eighth in my class, which made my teachers and classmates look at me with new eyes (because I ranked 50th in my class in the entrance exam), and I was no longer afraid to face them.

After the monthly exam, I not only gained valuable experience, but also made many good friends because of the increased contact between my classmates. I think I am smart, and I gradually relax myself. During the break, I got together with my classmates and rubbed Go, Chess and Gobang. The class was still full of vault generals. Time flies, and the second monthly exam will begin in a blink of an eye. I chickened out and went into battle. I fell behind, and five students in my class surpassed me, ranking 14. I am disheartened and have no intention of fighting. The pain of failure torments my heart, and suddenly it seems that the sky is gray, the flowers are withered, the tea is cold, and my heart is cold.

With the comfort and support of teachers and parents, I stubbornly raised my head again. In an instant, it was sunny, the flowers were gorgeous, the rain stopped, and my heart was warm. Listen carefully in class, speak actively, take notes, review immediately after class, finish your homework carefully, recognize your goals and ask questions diligently. In the final examination room, I wrote calmly and vowed to finish the paper soon. Many things have happened, and I finally achieved impressive results in the final exam.

Ah! Setbacks are like wind and rain. I learned to be strong in middle school life like a crossroads.

We know that everything has many choices, and most things often have more than one direction. We can stand at the other entrance of the intersection and think about it.

There are 100 million possibilities in life. Maybe some people or things you meet around the corner are not good, because you have no choice. If you enter from the crowd at any intersection, you will see many better people, including things, because from that second on, you will see hope, even if it is slim. If your life is coming to an end, isn't it because of that glimmer of hope that you will be desperate to reverse the situation at that time and feel sorry for what you can't let go? From that moment on, you will definitely continue your slim and worthless life.

When you stand in the middle of the intersection, you will see four promising intersections for you to choose from. Just as you stand there, you will close your eyes, think and choose. However, you suddenly find that there is someone you have never known, and she is also choosing. She chose a road without any gender, and her life was full of challenges. If her life is dull and she hasn't fought for any goal, then her life is worthless. But you don't realize it. You follow it without hesitation. You always thought others were right, but you were wrong.

If the crossroads-the turning point of your destiny-is the corner that changes your life, then you should choose the road full of challenges and failures. I think it will make life more meaningful.

The choice of life is like standing at a crossroads and making a choice when you are confused. The vision of life should be long-term, full of hope, and see clearly the direction of your own life path.

I stopped at that intersection for a long time with a heavy heart. Under the street lamp, deep red is particularly eye-catching. There is no fear in my heart, only endless pain. Your memory is projected in my mind like a silent movie.

You said, "son, you should study hard, but you should make great achievements." At that time, I was still young I only remember that your eyes were full of tears. What you said is the most regrettable thing. At that time, your family was poor and there was no chance to study. You always borrow books from the children next door, read them with the light on all night, and return them to others before class the next day. In winter, your hands and feet are frozen. At that time, it was not as good as today's society. Thanks to the good leadership of the party, this happy life is hard to come by. Every time I say it, you can't help crying. I can see that you love your country and your study!

In my memory, you often stood at that intersection. When you see me, you will say, "My baby, my daughter bought me some sweets. Look at my age, it's no use eating it. My baby can grow up after eating it. Come on, I'll put it in your pocket. " Looking at the sugar, red and yellow in my pocket ... I can still recall that sweet taste.

You are so kind to me, so kind and diligent. You get up early every morning and sweep the alley with a broom. The sound of a broom rubbing the ground is the most beautiful ode to you.

At the same intersection, a sudden disaster happened, and a sudden brake cut through the original tranquility of the alley.

Under the street lamp, I stood stupefied, and the light was bright and dim. That deep red is close to me, but it seems far away. My feet seem to be filled with lead, so I can't walk, and I don't want to walk away from that intersection.

First of all, in the dark blue night sky, there is only one crescent moon.

A meteor streaked across the sky.

At a certain time and place, there will be a crossroads. Before the intersection, you will turn left, right or forward or backward. What would you choose?

Every choice at the crossroads determines your life.

Just like death, death also represents death. In ancient people's imagination, sleep and death are twin brothers. Children at night, all living in hades. They came to the ground from hades and quietly approached people in the world. At a crossroads in the world, sleep chose to the left, while death chose to the right. Two different choices determine the lives of two different people.

Sleep is gentle and friendly to human beings, so human beings like sleeping very much. On the other hand, death is cruel and cruel. Every time he appears, human beings feel sad, so human beings hate death.

Different choices determine different lives.

A crossroads, four choices, four lives, ordinary; Pain; Happiness; Enjoy; Which one do you like?

A crossroads, four personalities, cold and cold-blooded; Kind and gentle; Introversion, melancholy; Lively; Which one do you like?

How do you feel standing in front of the crossroads? Confused? Afraid? Are you happy? Or you want to escape. Do you long for death or sleep? Do you choose the road of death or the road of sleep?

If I had a choice, I would choose the road of death. Why? I can only say "I like it".

I believe that different people will choose different paths. I choose to go right. Not everyone will choose the crossroads of death. What is needed is courage. Now that you have chosen, you must go on without hesitation. No matter how difficult and bumpy this road is, don't give up, because it is your choice, even though you know that this road has no end.

At the crossroads of death, no matter how you choose to go, the ending is still the same, but the process is different.

So the most important thing in life is not the result, but whether the process is wonderful.

A crossroads, four choices, four lives.

In the quiet night, there is no Bloom's voice, no kerosene whistle, only the monologue from the depths of ink. Should I turn left or right this time?

Left? On the left side of the street, the lights are dim all night, and the smoke has blurred its true colors. Luxury is better than human bliss, left, left. No heavy homework, no parents' nagging, no favorite comic novels, and all kinds of delicious food. ...

I licked my lips, no, look at the right, that's your home, and that anxious person is your parents waiting for you to come home! Where there is a full meal, where there is another person who cares about you, I slowly cocked my head and went upstairs to sleep peacefully in the night. Those sparks must be lit for me. Do you have the heart to disappoint your loved ones whose blood is thicker than water? Left, no, right, left, right.

I squatted down with my head down in pain, and I was the only one at the empty intersection. At night, the mist was light and a chill came to me. Which way should I go?

I look to the left. I have stood at this intersection countless times and left without hesitation for a second. When I was a child, I was playful and intoxicated, and I didn't notice my parents' sad expressions. A little older, I hesitated for a second or two at the intersection and left, but gradually noticed my parents' anger. It is getting bigger and bigger, and the time spent wandering at the intersection is getting longer and longer. Parents' emotions are becoming more and more infected, such as anger, disappointment, sadness, anxiety and even guilt.

Blurred and blurred eyes are getting wet.

I have to choose, fourteen, not young. I have turned left countless times, but I don't want to make my parents sad any more. This time, I want to turn right, which is my responsibility.

Just as Mulan joined the army for her father, I will fight my way out for responsibility and love. Everyone has something to protect. Although there are many difficulties ahead, there is power with love. I will shoulder my responsibility and protect my home.

I took a few steps to the left and suddenly turned and ran to the right.

Thanks to that intersection, I learned to shoulder my responsibilities.

At the empty intersection, only the traffic lights keep flashing and the hot air attacks people. I wiped my sweat with my left hand, thinking about how to turn to get home as soon as possible.

My mother stood on my right, holding my right hand tightly. She smelled of disinfectant, which made me feel even worse. I twisted my right hand to free it from the heat and sweat, but I didn't want my mother to hold it tighter.

I guessed my mother's mind and said, "don't worry, there are few cars!" I am dying of heat. " Mother let go, but still refused to let go, saying, "I have been afraid of cars since I was hit by a car." You'd better let me get it! " "I snickered at the simplicity of this lie in my mind, but I stopped the rescue work for my right hand.

The green light is on. I can't hold on any longer. I took my hand out and strode forward, trying to get rid of this annoying ghost weather as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, my mother flew to my right hand in a hurry, grabbed my hand anxiously, pulled me back abruptly, looked to the right again, and led me slowly forward after making sure it was safe. I didn't understand the deep love implied in it. I tried to walk in front of her several times, but she pulled me back without exception. I have no choice but to follow her like a chicken. The empty road will make the intersection more spacious and quiet, and the occasional car noise can achieve the effect of "a chicken outside the cloud".

At the second corner, she is still walking on my right. I seem to know something, pretending to be wrong. Slowly moving to her right, she was turned back, tried again, and was turned back again. While I am glad to guess the reason, I am more moved and warm. I calmed my impatience and walked silently behind my mother, enjoying the protected happiness.

A mother in a car accident will not let her son suffer the same pain because she knows the pain caused by the car accident. Even at the intersection of "no car in Wan Li", she had to be sure. Mom, what language should I use to pour out my love to you when your temples are slightly frosted?

I tried to resist the impulse to speak, and tried to keep the quiet atmosphere and simple happiness at this intersection. There is a tear in the corner of my eye that slides down with sweat-it is a tear that can squeeze the sea.

10, the composition of the third day of the intersection, waved goodbye to the life of the second day.

I joined the ranks of Grade Three,

Confessed the truth.

Life is like a turning point,

Although everything is so familiar,

Living away from home inevitably makes me a little lonely.

Lost thread is always woven in sleepless nights.

It is better to change "weaving" to "winding" in this sentence.

The claws of pressure are eating away at my soul,

Torture my body,

In the darkness, an unspeakable numbness and fatigue came to me.

I am so tired and numb!

I really want to hide in the warm bed and sleep forever.

But I feel a young and energetic heart still beating and shouting.

Emotional changes.

-"stand up, don't sleep, wake up, don't be numb!"

Sleep,

How can you appreciate the value of pressure?

The comma should be changed to a question mark.

How can we taste the delicious food of life?

The comma should be changed to a question mark.

How can we understand the true meaning of life?

Numbness,

How to tell the future direction?

How to perceive the expectation and strength of love from relatives?

You can add another sentence to form a parallelism and form a neat format with the previous section.

Try to open your closed eyes.

outside the window

The flowers thanked the storm for giving them a home.

Rain and dew are willing to accompany the cold night.

But refused to accept the warmth of the sun.

Oh, how can you tolerate leaving blank memories in this water-like time?

How can this stubborn young man be willing to hide in a warm bed and enjoy comfort?

Stand Up!

The sun, how can it be high? Stand on tiptoe and get closer to the sun!

Be in a high position (again)

This road, no matter how long, is ok? Take a step and get closer to the goal! !