Composition of Grade One, 300 words.

In normal study, work or life, everyone has written a composition, and you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Composition needs a complete text structure, and you must avoid endless composition. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is my 300-word 10 composition in Grade One, I hope it will help you.

Growth is the only way for everyone, and you will always leave your footprints on the road of growth. There are many hardships, difficulties, pains, sweetness, happiness and unhappiness. ............

Maybe you don't think so, maybe you cherish it, maybe you despise ..........., but it's the only way. Just get through it. "See the rainbow after the storm" is good, that's the truth. Only by savoring it carefully can you find it.

As Pushkin said: everything is instantaneous and everything will pass; And the past will become a kind memory! Yes! Everything will pass! Just like growing up, it will pass. When it's over, you may find it interesting to fall in love. Growth is like a seed, it will always blossom, and it may grow into a towering tree! Grow like a boat, see the rainbow after the storm. Growth is like ................., but the road to growth will never be smooth and there will be mistakes, but after that, it will always be in ............., so let's be honest!

In the spring of March, Wan Li is clear and Wan Li is cloudless, which is very harmonious and warm. In order to experience the joy brought by spring, my father and I drove to the countryside to feel the beautiful spring scenery in the countryside.

As soon as I got off the bus, a faint scent of the earth and a spring breeze blew gently over the grass that had just sprouted. Everything woke up under the inspiration of the spring breeze, and I felt unprecedented comfort. Right in front of me is a winding path stretching into the distance. I walked along the path and saw a large piece of rapeseed. These flowers are golden, shining like gold. Really: Zhengyang calls everything in March, and rape blossoms are like gold! At this time, I found that there seemed to be white clouds at the foot of the mountain in the distance. Let me take a closer look, oh! It turned out to be a family cooking! Plumes of smoke like white clouds, slowly, gradually, rising upwards, camped around the top of the mountain, mountainside and forest. ...

At this moment, I suddenly found a winding stream flowing in the east of the mountain. This stream is crystal clear, reflecting the tender grass and small trees next to it on yourself! I looked at the beautiful scenery and thought, "Spring is so beautiful!"

Thinking of me, I wrote a poem like this: In March, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the Wan Li is green, the mountains are green, and the forests are sparsely dyed. If the tender grass has not been unearthed, wake it up in the spring breeze. Spring is the beginning of a year, and we should grow sturdily in this spring like grass!

My mother, I love you.

I love my mother. She was pregnant in October and risked her life to bring me into this world. Then I saw the beauty of the sky and the enchanting of the earth. It was she who worked hard to raise me, from an ignorant child who babbled, to a smart girl now; It is she who tirelessly teaches me when I am not sensible, telling me what love is, what is selfless, what is right, what is wrong, what can and cannot be done.

I love my mother, my greatest and most amiable mother, my mother, I love you, deeply, deeply.

I don't know how to express it, but with you, I feel that I have the whole world, full of hearts and eyes. This is happiness and happiness.

Mom, I am your daughter and the continuation of your life. I love you as much as you love me.

I love my mother. She is as warm as sunshine, which makes me thrive in this warmth, and makes me learn to be grateful in this warmth and how to give warmth to others.

Mom, I am what I am today because of you. My daughter loves you until the end of her life.

On a hot summer day, Li Bai rode a white fine horse into Qinglian Mountain. Violet Mountain has a large area of shade and streams, which is very cool. While Li Bai was thinking about it, the horse suddenly gave a cry, threw him off his back and flew away.

But Li Bai can only climb Qinglian Mountain on foot. On the Qinglian Mountain, Li Bai took off his headscarf in a hurry. "I also told you to avoid summer." After that, he hung the headscarf on the stone wall. "ah! How cozy it is! There is a breeze blowing along with the stream. I'd better sleep in the shade! " Li Bai talked to himself and fell asleep in the shade.

Suddenly, a burst of footsteps came and woke up the dreamer. It turned out to be a woodcutter in this mountain. Seeing the young man's unusual behavior, the woodcutter stepped forward and asked him, "Where are you from?" Li Bai smiled and said nothing, pointing to the world, "This place is really beautiful, look! The fallen peach blossoms are blown into the water by the wind and slowly descend with the stream, just like a fairyland! " When the woodcutter saw Li Bai say this, he said, "So I am already in a fairyland!" " Left with a smile.

Seeing that the woodcutter's back disappeared, Li Bai recited a poem:

"I asked Yu, what does it mean that he lives in Bishan? I just smiled and was idle. The peach blossoms are gone, and there is another world. "

My mother often mumbles two words: there is no pie in the sky and there is no free lunch.

Isn't it often said that what mom said is always right? But I don't think what my mother said is all right. Take me for example. Not only do pies often fall on my head, but I often get free lunches.

The pie that falls on my head every day is my grandpa's pocket money. Ha, to tell you the truth, whenever I celebrate the New Year or do well in the exam, my grandfather will give me money as a reward, and he often tells me, "Keep it up!" " That's it. With grandpa's encouragement, I insist on making my academic performance excellent forever. No, I got my monthly exam results yesterday and got 95 points. So as usual, I sang all the way back to my grandfather's house. Although I didn't do well in the exam, I know grandpa won't scold me. Sure enough, as soon as I got home, my grandfather smiled and asked me, "How many points did you get in the exam?" I was a little embarrassed to say, "I only got 95 points." Grandpa touched my head and said to me, "My eldest granddaughter did well in the exam and won 100 yuan." Look, didn't the pie fall on my head again? But this time, I was a little impatient, because I knew grandpa's money was not easy. I shook my head and said, "I didn't do well in the exam this time, so I don't want your reward." Grandpa forced the money into my hand, which moved me to death. I thought to myself: I will do well in the exam next time and live up to my hopes for grandpa.

At noon that day, I certainly had another free lunch, and it was the best lunch in the world. Do you think I am lucky?

I love my mother. Because of one thing, I love my mother more.

That was after a final exam. As soon as I got home, I played computer, watched TV and went shopping. Finally, it's time to get the report card. My mother and I came to the classroom. I got the report card. I read math first, and got 98 points. Yeah, not bad. I read Chinese, with a score of 88.5. Not bad. My heart is like a happy bird flying freely in the sky. Seeing English, the bird in my heart was shot down, 62 points. Is this what I want? Think about your performance in class: always talking to your deskmate, but the deskmate ignores you, just pat the front classmate on the shoulder and play "kicking the ball" with the left classmate. . . I brought all this on myself. Who can I blame?

When I got home, I threw myself on the table and cried. Then my mother came up to me and said, "One failure doesn't mean a lifetime failure. As long as you work hard, I believe you can! " After listening to my mother, I cheered up. Sure enough, I passed the opening exam and entered the top ten in my class with excellent results. Now I know what my mother said is right. Without her, I don't know what would happen now.

I love my mother, because she gave me confidence when I lacked confidence, and she made me stand out in my class. Everything my mother does is for me, so I love my mother.

I have always been timid at school and never dared to raise my hand to speak, but this semester has changed me.

This semester, in the first Chinese class of Grade One, which student did the teacher ask to stand up and recite Yang Wanli's Little Pool? As soon as the teacher's voice fell, I immediately raised my hand and recommended myself: "Teacher, I'll recite it." When I recited "the spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, the shade shines on the water and loves softness ...", the teacher kindly came up to me and praised me: "The recitation is very good, Zhang Hongxin is great, and he can raise his hand on his own initiative. This is a good performance. "

After class, some students asked me curiously, how did my courage get bigger? I said I exercised in a writing class. In the first half of this year, that is, the second semester of grade two, my parents enrolled me in a writing class. The teacher in the writing class not only taught me how to write a good composition, but also taught me to be confident and brave. He often wakes me up and reads aloud, making me answer questions. At first, I was afraid to stand up or even raise my head. The teacher encouraged me and said to me in a gentle tone, "Zhang Hongxin, it doesn't matter if you answer boldly." Once, twice, three times ... In this way, my courage gradually increased.

I am glad that I have finally become a brave child.

My mother and I went back to my grandmother's house in Xinjiang in the Spring Festival of 20xx. After thousands of kilometers of flight, I finally returned to my dream world of ice and snow-Xinjiang. At grandma's house, after breakfast early in the morning, I clamored for my cousin to take me out to have a look, play and have a snowball fight. When I left home, there was snow everywhere, which almost drowned my boots. The branches are covered with long lines of ice. I am very excited. I catch snow everywhere and pinch snowballs. I also had a snowball fight with my cousin. I caught a lot of long and hard popsicles and waved them around. I folded it hard and the popsicle broke with a bang. I licked them. Ah, the ice is dead! My tongue is still a little sticky. It's too cold. I inserted all the ice bars into the snowdrift. Oh dear! My hands and feet were frozen stiff, so my cousin and I ran home to keep warm. The next day, I was fully armed and dressed even thicker. My family and I went to Hongshan Park to play. Ha ha! I saw many ice sculptures in the park: crystal clear fish, majestic lion, lovely seven dwarfs and kind snow white, naive Warawako riding a fish and so on. I like them very much. I kissed them and took many photos with them. We also went skiing, and my cousin and I went straight down the slide. I yelled, super exciting! I also got a shovel to shovel snow. I shovel and shovel. Don't mention how happy you are! I love Xinjiang, and I love the beautiful world of ice and snow. I hope there will be more freezing when I return to Xinjiang next time.

Autumn really came to Hangzhou. This weekend, following the footsteps of autumn, we came to Jiangjun Mountain.

Came to the foot of the mountain, a gust of autumn wind, this wind is pure autumn wind, no decoration, no fragrance, is the purest wind, so smooth and gentle across your cheeks, leaving no trace, leaving no trace of attachment.

Stepping on the mountain road, wandering on the steep mountain road, tall trees on both sides blocked our view. Looking forward through the bustling leaves, we only see white clouds floating in the clear sky in autumn. Inadvertently, the drunken maple grove on the distant mountain jumped into your eyes, making you unable to stop and overlook.

Climbing up the steps, green eyes appear in front of you, which is unique to autumn. Green seems to be dying, but it remains faintly and faintly in front of your eyes.

Climbing to the top of the mountain, you can see a landscape painting in front of you. Light green mountains are the main melody, and there are faint khaki or crimson colors in the mountains, especially ginkgo and maple. They are swaying leaves, showing their elegance. It is a kind of free and easy without any modification, detached from the worldly prosperity.

On the way down the mountain, I looked back affectionately, closed my eyes and felt the pure autumn wind. Please slow down in autumn. ...

My hometown Qingyuan is a tourist attraction. It is warm in winter and cool in summer, with beautiful scenery and rich products. And my favorite is still Shilong Mountain standing quietly by the Songyuan River.

At dawn, it was foggy. Looking from a distance, the looming mountainside seems to be gently covered with a mysterious veil. For a long time, the sun shone through the cracks in the leaves, and the mottled and finely divided shadows fell on the ground.

Walking into a quiet path, the willow branches hanging from both sides leaned softly on my shoulder. The birds in the row on the branch are singing loudly, the songs are crisp and tactfully, and the warm sunshine shines on their faces. It seems to be having fun, too. In the nearby flowers and bushes, a group of butterflies are dancing with the singing of birds ... they all add infinite vitality to this Shilong Mountain.

Looking down from the top of the mountain, the whole Qingyuan city has a panoramic view: look, that's our school! Look, that's the Song Yuan River in our hometown! Cars passing slowly on the road are like small ants crawling slowly on the road; The big house with a red roof has been secretly shrunk several times, and only an outline can be seen vaguely. ...

This is my hometown, without the noise and bright lights of big cities, only the simplicity, stability and tranquility of small towns and villages.

This is Shilong Mountain in my hometown, which is not as lofty as the mountains that rise from the ground. In my heart, it will always be the most lovely and beautiful hill.