Third grade composition

In daily study, work or life, many people have experienced writing, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). Do you know how to write a good composition? The following are five junior high school compositions I have compiled for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

It's been a year since I moved unconsciously. Over the past year, my life has been fixed and orderly. At three o'clock every day, I have never set foot in the community except in the school and home of the unit and children. Shuttling between tall buildings every day, is it the firmness and coldness of concrete? I always feel that something is missing in my life. ...

Finally, on the morning of Dragon Boat Festival, I decided to go to the market to buy a handful of wormwood according to the custom, or pull some myself. Just the night before, I sent my children to the mountains to pull weeds for the Dragon Boat Festival. The child shook his head. He was not interested. So I quietly pushed the door and went out. Everything was the same as before, the corridor was quiet, and I finally understood the moment I opened the door.

Once, on this day, when I opened the door, there was always a faint smell of wormwood, mixed with the smell of earth. There was always a neighbor quietly putting a handful of wormwood at the door, including ears of wheat and peach branches, dew and red rope. ...

Press the elevator, I came to the street, a little at a loss, where to get some wormwood? Looking from a distance, the mountains in the east of the community are undulating, and there must be wormwood that I desperately want to have at the moment. I started a solo outing in the early morning of the Dragon Boat Festival along the path leading to the nearby mountains in the community.

On the path into the mountain, pedestrians came back from the mountain in twos and threes, and some just entered the mountain like me, in the morning fog, so I slowly searched for it. ...

At this time, my thoughts quickly flew to the old house, those dull but warm days. ...

This is an old house. Now, it has been more than ten years. Because the children are young and take care of them in the community, I know more and more neighbors. Because of children, contact is increasing. At that time, whoever cooks delicious food and whose steamed stuffed bun jiaozi is convenient to take out will share it with the children ... So day after day, year after year, the neighborhood relationship is getting better and better! When the cook is not feeling well, the children will arrange for a meal at the neighbor's house. When the man is not at home and the child has a fever in the middle of the night, a phone call will let the neighbor's man go out and drive the child 50 kilometers to the city hospital. Sometimes in bask in the quilt in the morning, it rains in the afternoon, or I come home late for something at night. Don't worry, there will always be neighbors to take it home for you. ...

There are so many warm things between neighbors! I clearly remember one time, I was very moved! At that time, the children had just started school, and I was afraid to drive. Every day, I have to transfer to the bus to pick up my children from the high-tech zone, through Laishan to Zhifu District. It was winter, it was cold and it was snowing. My children and I have to wait for the bus. It's already dark. I'm worried about what to cook for my children when I get home. My cell phone rang. It's a neighbor, asking where I went. I said jiaozi had cooked it when we got home. At that moment, I was on the bus, secretly wiping my tears ... In those years, I talked to my distant mother on the phone every day and told her little things around me every day.

Yes, a distant relative is better than a close neighbor! Miss those warm days, I think some things, traditional Chinese things, can't be lost ... So I looked around, and with the help of passers-by, I finally found wormwood, pulled out a plant, and couldn't help smelling it. It was faint aroma, unique aroma, and some were drunk. ...

Tie the red rope at home and quietly put one in front of the neighbor's house. I will take care of the children next year. ...

Growing up is a familiar word. Everyone is growing all the time. Growth can be varied. We can grow when we are educated, when we know our mistakes, or when we are tempered by difficulties. Therefore, growth is full of ups and downs. Acid is accepted by everyone who is growing up. When criticized by the teacher; When being bullied by others; When I feel wronged, a sour energy gushes from my heart. Tears will unconsciously "pattering" from the eyes. When I was young, I was wronged, and there was always someone to rely on. I went to my parents to coquetry or pour out my grievances. However, when I grew up, I gradually learned to bear it myself and face it myself. When I grow up, the acid grows up, and it is no longer sad, as if it is far away from us. Sweetness is a taste that everyone likes when they grow up. The joy of success, the joy of victory, and the joy of victory are all sweetness in growth.

When I was a child, I always thought that having parents' love was happiness and sweetness, but when I grew up, I realized that sweetness also had its own contribution, not just the contribution of others. Therefore, the sweetness of Zhang Da is more desirable, while the sweetness of childhood is unforgettable.

Now every student who says he is not bitter? But in this bitterness, we also learned pleasant knowledge. But taking pleasure in suffering and taking pleasure in suffering is not an alternative kind of happiness. Spicy is the most unbearable taste since childhood. When you are happy, if there is one thing that makes you sad immediately, it is spicy. In everyone's growth, there will always be some terrible things, such as the departure of relatives, the departure of friends because of misunderstanding, and the avoidance of classmates because of contempt, which will burn people's hearts. Who can stand this kind of suffering? However, when a person grows up, he must face and overcome these difficulties and restore his mentality to the previous state. When you grow up, there are sour and sweet, bitter and spicy, but only when you grow up can you truly appreciate the help and understanding of these ups and downs. Only then can we know whether we have grown up or not. ...

In fact, I never thought that in such rain and gloomy weather, I realized the most selfless love in the world.

Life in grade three is extremely stressful. As long as you see those people walking on the eternal road with their heads down, people will know that they are compatriots in grade three, day and night are no exception, just like today! The students rushed out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang. What are they going to do? Of course, some students are thinking about what food is in their parents' lunch boxes outside the school gate in order to fill their stomachs. Actually, there is nothing to think about. The lunch box is naturally different from the delicious home cooking at ordinary times.

The crowd suddenly stopped at the door. As I watched, the gloomy sky seemed to be about to collapse. Raindrops hit the ground mercilessly, and my mood was swept away. I quickly looked for my classmate with an umbrella in the crowd and planned to walk side by side with her! Because parents listen to the weather forecast carefully! There were many students holding umbrellas, and the crowd soon dispersed.

I'm walking outside the school gate, boy The number of parents has doubled! I leaned against my classmate's umbrella, but when I walked into the crowd, I found it unnecessary. The umbrella in parents' hands forms a natural shelter. As long as I bend down and walk forward, it will never get caught in the rain. Compared with my thoughtfulness, my parents are much more anxious. I saw my parents' eyes keep moving forward, gently lifting their chin and patting their thighs from time to time: Why don't you come out? This is what I heard the most when I passed by. What I see most is not lunch boxes, but handfuls of small umbrellas. I know some parents just come to send an umbrella, and that umbrella is warmth and love.

I found grandpa in the crowd and took the lunch box. Grandpa miraculously took out an umbrella from his coat. Grandpa has a bad memory, and sometimes he doesn't know if he can get himself an umbrella! Just saying goodbye to grandpa, I heard a mother patting her son's clothes and saying, I didn't get caught in the rain! Dry clothes can be seen at a glance, but try them yourself.

When I walked to the natural barrier, I silently took back my umbrella. When I bent down, I could hear: Put it on quickly and bring you a dress. It's raining, it's cold! Let's eat more! Study hard! Come on, open the umbrella. Through this awning, I look up at the sky. There is a lot less rain. Must have been warmed by this umbrella!

Read in the rain, read love, read the greatest love in the world, selfless, pure and warm!

All this! Rain knows! Do we know?

There are many people I admire, such as mom, dad, teachers and classmates ... but the person I admire most is Mr. Zhang, who tutors us and accompanies us every day.

At the beginning of school, I heard that it was the famous headmaster of our school, Mr. Zhang, who came to teach us math. I thought to myself: Teacher Zhang is the principal, and he must be very handsome and mighty. After math class, Mr Zhang came in. I'm a little disappointed like a balloon-he's not tall or handsome, just an ordinary teacher. So in the first few days, I was lazy in math class. But something happened later that made me sit up and take notice of Teacher Zhang.

One day, in math class, Teacher Zhang taught us multiplication formula. Most students have basically mastered this law, but my deskmate Huang Yajing is still wandering in this law, puzzled and unable to find a solution to the problem. At this moment, Teacher Zhang came up to him and asked kindly, "Jing Ya, can't you do this problem? Do you want me to teach you? " Then, he bent down and patiently and carefully tutored Huang Yajing to solve this problem until she fully understood multiplication. Look! This is the teacher Zhang who I admire for patiently tutoring my classmates.

On Wednesday morning, before math class, I had a little cold. I yawned and fell to the ground with a little phlegm. I immediately borrowed a paper towel from my classmate, squatted down and wrapped the disgusting sputum tightly with a white paper towel. Then, I went to the trash can and threw the tissue in. I really didn't expect that such daily trifles would be valued by Teacher Zhang. So, at noon, he suggested to Mr. Feng to praise me at the class meeting. At the class meeting this afternoon, I got this "health" badge. It warmed my heart. How touching! I just did a trivial thing that I should have done, but he gave me such a big reward. Teacher Zhang Can always finds the advantages of his classmates in class and gives them praise and encouragement. Look, this is the teacher Zhang who I admire and is good at discovering our advantages!

On May 30th, the school celebrated Children's Day. Teacher Zhang also carefully prepared gifts for each of us: a beautiful pencil, 36-color crayons, a high-quality pencil case, a lovely pencil sharpener, a complete set of rulers, a handsome pencil sharpener and so on. Teacher Zhang's thoughtfulness made us all very satisfied, and our faces were all very happy. We had a happy June 1st.

This is the teacher Zhang whom I admire. He counsels us patiently, cares about us and is good at discovering our advantages. He gave us infinite warmth and touch! I also want to learn from Mr. Zhang, be a person who is good at affirming and praising others, and bring more warmth to others.