Grade three, 28, jujube pit, continue to write 300 words.

1. The person who continued to write the composition panicked and ran to take care of the county magistrate. Jujube walked away.

The county magistrate twisted with pain. In a rage, he sent people to round up the jujube pit and attack him from all directions.

Zaokeng had long expected that the county magistrate would turn over his old scores, so he hid in the wellhead. As soon as the jujube stones were hidden, officials found them.

The courtiers turned the house inside out and found no traces of jujube stones. At this time, an official was thirsty and drank some water from the pressure well. When the jujube pit looked bad, it jumped out and was caught by an official. Zaokeng's plan failed and was taken to the lobby again.

Jujube pit was severely placed on the ground. He looked around and stood full of mighty officials, all holding sticks and approaching step by step. A stick came at him, and he quickly jumped away, but the jujube pit had not yet stood firm, and another stick was swung down, and the jujube pit had to jump away again. This time, Zaokeng escaped from the encirclement at the foot of an official and ran away in a mouse hole.

As soon as the magistrate saw it, he immediately sent someone to stab the hole with a spear. Zaokeng had expected it, so he ran all the way to the depths of the hole until he came to a corner, and he stopped safely-because long hair could not turn after all.

Walking along the jujube pit, he suddenly bumped into a big mouse. The mouse said to himself, "Where did you get the jujube?" Hearing this, Jujube Stone defended himself: "Who is Jujube Stone? I am a jujube stone! " The mouse thought: jujube stone? It's also good for grinding teeth. Without saying anything, the mouse went directly to bite the jujube pit. Zaokeng wants to fight a protracted war and has been avoiding it. After a while, the mouse was as weak as mud.

When the time came, the jujube pit walked out of the mouse hole without hindrance.

2. Continue to write jujube pits. The second volume of the third grade 100 words. Jujube stones swaggered away and came to a huge field. At this time, Grandpa Land came out of the field and gave him a gift-a bag of golden wheat.

Jujube pit looked at the golden wheat and thought, "Grandpa Land gave me this bag of wheat. I divided it into four parts, one for storage, one for neighbors, one for making all kinds of food and one for planting in the ground. " The jujube pit is full of thanks to Grandpa Land.

A year later, Grandpa Land came to see the jujube pit again and talked about the bag of wheat last year. Zaokeng said mysteriously, "Come with me!" "When he arrived at the field, Grandpa Land was shocked, and the ground was covered with wheat.

3. Good people help me. Jujube continues to write. About 300 words. Come on, come on, it's urgent tonight For the friend of the respondent, he carefully buried the jujube in her back garden, stared at the newly turned land quietly and said simply, "I will see it sprout next year, and I will see it grow into a strong little tree two years later, just like our country."

In the next few years, we have been exchanging letters and crossing the ocean. Besides asking me about my family and my recent physical condition, she also told me how her jujube seeds germinated, took root and sprouted under her careful care. Just like her children, she can't bear to miss every moment of its growth.

Later, she wrote back to me, saying that her physical condition was getting worse and worse recently. Only by looking at the green jujube trees can her mood get better and her body feel healthy. I couldn't help feeling bitter and wrote back to her saying, "Why don't you come back? The soil and water in my hometown support people."

She didn't reply to my letter after a long time.

One day, I received a letter from Philadelphia, which was not written by her, but by her daughter. The letter said, "Mother's health is getting worse and worse, and she has been in hospital for a long time. She cares about me, so she asked her daughter to write this letter. " She also said: "The jujube tree is taken care of, and I want to come back as you said, but my body is really bad, so I asked my daughter to help her take care of the jujube tree. When she recovers, I hope to collect some jujube stones and bring them back to China. "

I silently wrote back to her and told her to have a good rest. Then she walked slowly to the window, picked a few jujube stones and stored them, hoping to see them when she came back.

4. Write a 300-word story under the jujube tree according to the second volume of the eighth grade "Jujube Stone". The leaves of jujube trees are green. The longer they grow, the longer they grow and the denser they are, which hides a small shade for our hutong.

In the summer evening, everyone moved to a small stool, sat under a tree, shook their fans, pulled their parents' parents and talked about national affairs. Several children in the alley played around the jujube tree, and a bunch of laughter hung over the jujube tree.

Jujube dispelled the summer heat and brought laughter to everyone. Everyone was silently caring for it and paying attention to it. I don't know when the tree bears round red dates.

Xiao Wang's son climbed up the jujube tree neatly and made a basket full. It took a lot of effort to sneak into the house.

I thought I could get some praise, but I didn't expect it, but I was beaten by Xiao Wang: "You silly child. I didn't even know this jujube tree was raised in our hutong! You picked them all. What about others? " In order to "compensate", Mrs. Wang cooked a large pot of jujube soup, one household at a time, and a bowl of bowls for her son to send out. Neighbors sat under the jujube tree with hot bowls, leaving no belt meat, and the sweet jujube flavor was still around the jujube tree.

Jujube trees have narrowed the distance between neighbors, and everyone's hearts are linked together, which is a witness to the friendship between neighbors. It is always so tall and full of vitality all year round.

One winter, our family moved to America. Before leaving, Mrs. Li held a bowl of jujube soup and forced it on me with tears in her eyes. She said, "There are several dates at home this year. I won't let you go if I don't eat them."

I didn't say anything, so I swallowed it with the jujube pit ... After many years, I was already white-haired, and I still twitched when I remembered the story under the jujube tree when I was young. I sent a letter "Old classmate, bring me some raw jujube stones before visiting the United States ..." and shared it with Sohu Weibo.

5. The first volume of Grade 8, Jujube Kernel, continued to be written, with the title "The Story under the Jujube Tree", mainly to imagine China's New Year's Eve. My uncle died suddenly in the snowstorm.

The body was left at home for many days and finally buried after the festival. From my grandparents' home to Grandma Bay, I went to attend my uncle's funeral.

In desperation, I remembered the face of this deceased relative, and the face painting in my memory suddenly zoomed in before my eyes. Just like the people and feelings passing by the subdivision of life, they all passed in an instant.

A few years ago, floods caused houses to collapse. The yard of my childhood will remain in my memory forever and belong to me completely.

That's where grandma and I said goodbye eleven years ago. I was a child at that time, so fragile and ignorant between the living, the dead and life and death.

The color of the sky is cold, white, with a little green and gray, and the color of the sun is not bright. Dad held a dry straw in his left hand and put it under his knee. His right arm put his arm around my waist and knelt in a circle around her coffin.

I looked at the road under my feet, and there was a lot of gravel. I feel everything is moving.

The villagers nearby are looking at the front with a serious expression. Grandma was born in Yunnan.

The whole family wandered to my hometown for more than three years, and finally returned to my hometown, but abandoned my young grandmother there. That year, my grandmother was only four years old, and she became the child bride of my grandfather's family. Status can be imagined.

At that time, girls didn't have to bind their feet, except grandma Grandpa told me that there was a saying at that time that "a girl without her parents can't stand it when she grows up, for fear that she will run away and tie her feet." When my uncle first arrived, my grandmother heard about it from her home through various inquiries, so she secretly took my grandfather's money and could only use it as a car fare.

I finally found my family and was rejected. Uncle recalled that all the money on grandma at that time could only make him eat a bowl of noodles.

He still remembers the night spent in the street, and his grandmother held him in her arms with tears in her eyes. I had no choice but to go back to China and was beaten.

For fifty miles, my grandmother came and went alone, full of thoughts and sadness ... She was only kind to people, but she was lonely all her life. I have been thinking about how much emotion was mixed in her smile when she closed her eyes, but I know that she was still kind at the last moment and never complained about the unfair world and the people who failed her.

She didn't regret this life, although she has been paying so much, and her life has been squeezed, indifferent and bit by bit. How does she constantly tolerate in her heart, a beautiful and kind heart, and how does she fight against despicable things and people?

She still put all her gratitude in her smile, and her deepest love from the bottom of my heart was put in this cruel world. People didn't understand and lament for her until many years after her death. People are among all things, and what's the point if people are not there! She was also extremely confused before pursuing her.

I always want to be close to her. My memory and people's memory are scattered. Bad luck has completed her mileage and surrounded her life like that ... Before I got to my uncle's funeral, there was an invisible winding mountain road ahead. Two people came out side by side like ghosts, just like movies. Together with them, a coffin came into my sight from the corner. Behind it, a black and white photo showed a dedicated uncle and grandfather.

Quietly, the people who sent him one after another, old and young, all had no sound, as if floating in the air. I walked on this side, halfway up the mountain, and the noise in the waterfall at the foot of the mountain seemed to suddenly stop.

It was very cold, and the snow on the ground was nearly two feet deep, so my uncle and grandfather came over, in the cold things. Time and space are intertwined, and things are different. The only time he met his grandmother, it was repeated and inverted at the last time I met him. In life, the years are long ... nothing can be dedicated to this lonely family who left on the last day of the year, except silence. I wish him all the best.

Grandma, everything is fine. Finally, you haven't seen the only relatives who care about you in these years, and you are finally together. Blood is thicker than water.

6. Unit 7, Grade Three, Primary School: Continuing the composition book "Pipiru's Kite"

"There are no dragons in nature. This first dragon should be released into nature. " Cpaing thinks so. It quietly took a knife out of his pocket and cut off the dragon. The dragon rolled in the air and rose to the sky.

The kind dragon just wants to find a comfortable home. It flies, flies, flies to America! The president of the United States found the dragon over the United States and shouted eagerly, "Dragon, dragon! Start the helicopter and close the net! ! ! "The dragon was attracted by the scenery in America, so it drifted there. I was caught in the net if I wasn't careful! It took the dragon to react. It stretched out claws sharper than a knife, and only touched it lightly and broke the net. Good dragons sometimes get angry! In a rage, the dragon whirled in the air, and soon, a tornado blew over. The houses and people nearby have been rolled up! The dragon tore the roof and the house apart and tore the bricks piece by piece. In less than an hour, America was in ruins. Since then, Americans have been scared to hide in the house as soon as they see dragons.

The dragon didn't like America, so he left again.

Dragonfly arrived in the East China Sea of China. Fishermen in the East China Sea are so happy that they can't even say clearly when they see the dragon coming to the East China Sea! Donghai people take out all the fish, shrimps, crabs and mussels at home for the dragon to eat. Seeing that the fishermen here are simple, kind and hospitable, they have already settled here. The dragon tore off its three hairs, blew it, and its doppelganger floated to other seas.

Cpaing fell asleep in the distance and the dragon came to Cpaing's window. Cpaing dreamed of dragons and woke up. Cpaing hugged the dragon tightly and left tears with excitement.