The third grade composition daquan 1 d! Ding! "A brisk bell makes us" crazy ". The students flew out of the classroom like a flock of birds eager for freedom. Some students play "cat and mouse", some students jump rubber bands, some students play sandbags ... everyone plays their own games and smiles on their faces. I'm not as crazy as them. Guess what I'm doing? By the way, I am wrestling with another classmate.
Let's talk about the rules of the game first. Everyone should know the rules of the game, so I won't go into details. However, I can say yes first, this set is the best of the three sets, and whoever wins will be awarded the prize, that is, ...
At the beginning of the game, we were both on tenterhooks and kept muttering, "I hope I can win, I hope I can win." The referee gave an order: "Let's go!" We don't give in to each other. Although I have tried my best to suck milk, my opponent is so strong that I can't compete with her at all. I'm not satisfied with watching her win the first set easily, but I won't lose heart. There are two more games. Nothing, come on! But I can't beat her alone. At this moment, a good idea came to me.
In the second game, I made full preparations. As soon as the referee said "start", I stopped abruptly. By the time she knew it, I had "beaten" her. She is angry with me, but the referee has the final say. So, now the score is one to one, depending on the last game.
The last game was much more intense than the first two. At the beginning of the game, we were all caught off guard. I didn't expect this "old" method to be useless and no one failed. I know in my heart that I can't compete with her with one hand, so I deliberately use both hands to compete with her. Seeing this, she immediately asked her other hand for help. Compared with one hand, I'm really not as strong as her, but both my hands are much stronger than her, so the winner of this set must be me, and the final winner must be me. But she was unconvinced and said that I used my hands. The referee spoke for me: "Then use your hands, too." She had no choice but to give up.
I finally got my favorite item-a light purple pen.
Third grade composition daquan 2 happy third grade life
On the third day, a tug-of-war between dreams and memories began. Only then did I know that my dream was about to reach the other shore, leaving behind me the long memory ribbon of the third day of happiness.
Recall.
It was a roar, from a petite body, screaming and complaining. She tore at her throat and slammed the paper, and her face was covered with dazzling blue veins because of anger. At that moment, there were dark clouds in the classroom, and the rotating sound of the electric fan was "Gazi Gazi", which seemed to sympathize with us who were being trained. My mood is getting heavier and heavier, and I feel really dark in the third day. In fact, the target of training will always be those few, but we are unruly and challenge her high-voltage line again and again. The bell rang, breaking the silence at this time. She simply said, "Class is over." From these words, I don't know why I seem to hear a kind of hate for iron not to produce and … and … I didn't know it was love until I saw her walk out of her lonely back, which was critical love.
I still remember that she was ill in hospital during the winter vacation and didn't come for a long time. But she hasn't forgotten us. For us, she asked her friends to give us lessons. You know, the substitute teacher's son is fractured at home and needs his mother's care. On the balance of affection and friendship, the substitute teacher chose not only for her face, but also for her caring behavior as a teacher. She still loves us, even if the third day is only a few days.
This kind of love surrounds us like doughnuts. But because of rebellion, it became nagging. Look at her, because she is rebellious. Students, we were wrong.
In this depressed junior high school life, it is a pleasure to listen to her anger. Because her anger has betrayed her, she is showing us her love unabashedly.
We are in Grade Three and have been with her for more than two years. He put us on the track of dreams. The closer I get to my dream, the more I begin to secretly miss the past. Miss her, because we will be demoted again. My heart is full of acid.
But I will never forget the happy memories she gave me in the third grade. Thank you teacher!
Winter is coming with a staggering pace, and the cold wind is blowing outside the window.
On the window and in the classroom.
The monitor brought two big bags of chocolate candy. Entering the third semester of Grade Three, we live a life of getting up early and returning late. Because of the relationship between time and courses, we often have no time to eat breakfast. These two bags of candy are really timely rain, and it is also excellent to relieve our smoking addiction. After the students saw it, their eyes lit up one by one, and the saliva seemed to keep spinning in their mouths. In the expectation of the students, the monitor smiled proudly and opened the bag without saying anything. Accompanied by a "shh", the originally lively classroom became more joyful. She shared the candy with her classmates in lightning speed, and each classmate got a few, so she was very happy.
Subsequently, the sound of the "hissing" of the candy paper spread in the class like a relay.
The student who is already unconscious from hunger is the first to eat. Their thirst for sugar is like a hungry man jumping on bread. The sweetness spread in the mouth is very fragrant, and the chocolate sandwich wrapped in sugar is smooth and rich. Before the sugar in my mouth is finished, the paper of the next candy has been torn. What is more exaggerated is that some male students chew the newly-entered sugar into pieces with their mouths like a shredder. Look at their unfinished business, it seems that a big bag of candy is not enough to fill their teeth. In the corner, several quiet girls took the initiative to hand their candy to the "hungry wolf" and let them pick up a small bargain. The monitor looked at this scene and smiled contentedly. Only then did he take a bite of the candy and smile sweetly.
The sweetness of chocolate remains in students' mouths and hearts.
Outside the window, the cold wind is still cold. In the cold winter, with the warmth of sharing, we seem to be in midsummer and warm spring.
The third grade composition daquan 4 my third grade life
Remember the past, base on the present and look forward to the future.
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In primary school, year after year, the sun and the moon cycle, that is, the curious heart is always full of longing. I graduated from primary school one day. Enter the dream middle school life.
I just stepped into the gate of junior high school and was very excited. Schools are more spacious and beautiful than primary schools. What a nice place!
As the days go by, I don't think the second day is difficult. Approaching the final exam. Many students are actively preparing.
After two years, I finally got through it, but I didn't know the real pain was coming.
From the seventh grade to the ninth grade, just like updating Apple's mobile phone, there are new highlights every time. The highlight of the ninth grade is the emergence of evening self-study. It's only been two weeks and I'm curious about him. The mystery has long since vanished, but it is hard work.
There are many subjects to learn every day, plus mountains of homework and rows of words, which let me know that not everything can be done well today.
It's already ten o'clock in self-study, and the homework on the desk is gone. I gritted my teeth, plugged in the headphone cable, turned on the desk lamp and began to work hard. How many eyelid fights, how many times I unconsciously hit my head on the book, I woke up and slept, so I had to wake up, because it was the third grade, and I couldn't relax any more.
The next day, with heavy eyelids, I went to the classroom in a daze. It's really a good thing without return. After a while, I began to be distracted and sleepy, and then the "violent scene" was not suitable for children.
Don't play hard now, I'll play with you later. This is a line from ipartment. I think it's very reasonable and domineering. By the third grade, it's time to fight, fight.
My father is a man of few words. I always feel that he loves me too little. During primary school, I was kept in school by my teacher and was not allowed to go home. My father never thought of asking other parents to send me meals. Dad doesn't care about me. Full marks in primary school can only be carried in the schoolbag.
In junior high school, I gradually became stubborn and rebellious. I played pranks openly in class and talked back to the teacher. On campus, I am crazy and show off. He was finally ordered to drop out of school.
When I packed my bags and went home, my father did not fly into a rage, but looked at me for a long time. Simply say, "Do you still want to go to school?" I shrugged. "You don't care about me at all."
My father said flatly, "Let's do things well at home first." My father goes out early and comes back late every day. What does he do in the off-season?
One day after more than a month, my father's eyes were bloodshot and looked very tired. He said to me, "Go to school tomorrow." I don't know how my father found the same place.
On the first day back to school, the headmaster and I had a long talk. It turns out that dad doesn't love me, but he silently pays for me and bears for me.
My father talked to the headmaster for more than twenty times, but the headmaster couldn't help but say that his daughter was a good girl again and again. It's just that the principal can't turn around for a while, and he can't stop his father from apologizing to the teacher from door to door, and he can't stop his father from kneeling down to the principal regardless of the gold under the boy's knee.
After hearing this, I was shocked that my taciturn father actually knelt down for a daughter who was ordered to drop out of school.
My study is booming. If I learn well, I will beg the man kneeling on the ground for me to go to school.
Stars shine-the night in late summer is always full of charming colors, a little deep but romantic. The clouds in the sky are colorful and beautiful under the mapping of the sunset glow. A bright moon hangs as high as a silver mirror, reflecting the brightness of water. In the tune of frogs singing and insects singing, the stars blinked mischievously and enjoyed the shadows dancing happily. At this time, the cool breeze gently dispelled the troubles and worries of the day.
I stepped to the door, sat on the steps, looked up at the sky, looked at the crescent moon, looked at the clouds, oh, and the stars.
Star after star, I don't know where to jump out, and I can't count them soon. The stars are more, bigger and brighter than before. Sparkling stars, like gems, are densely covered with the boundless night sky. The Milky Way, from the northwest sky, crossed the sky and inclined to the southeast land.
In my eyes, the stars are full of feelings, like naughty children, staring at the world naively and persistently, as if telling a beautiful and moving story with their bright eyes:
On the west bank of the vast galaxy, Tintin, a beautiful and kind weaver, plays the harp in winter and winter. The cowherd in Hedong rode the skyhawk and fell head over heels; Swan in the water, listening to the beautiful piano, unwilling to leave; Even chubby bears and bears danced clumsily to the sound of the piano ... I was completely attracted!
Just then, my mother's voice came and told me to go back. I replied, got up and went back to my room. I suddenly turned around and finally took a look at the stars all over the sky. Gradually, my eyes blurred, and I seemed to see countless fireflies flying around me. I looked at those lovely stars, as if I saw them winking at me and saying, "Goodbye …"
Blue space, have you heard their conversation? In silence, in the twilight, they deeply praised each other.
The ancients said: reading can increase one's own culture. You have found a knowledge suitable for Mencius. Have you really lost confidence in your study? Where my parents studied, the school found a place suitable for Mencius to study, which was taught by the same teacher as the school often said. Why do you study so badly? Usually, I don't concentrate on the homework of Peace Bridge in class, and I don't do it after I think independently, such as science and history, and I don't watch too much and take notes. If you lose confidence in your study, you just have to cook, don't fail, and become an excellent student and a useful person. Mencius, an ancient thinker in China, was very poor when he was a child. In order to learn from Mencius, her mother found many places suitable for her learning environment. She found a place suitable for Mencius' learning environment, that is, school; Mencius studied cultural knowledge diligently at first, and eventually became a thinker and educator in ancient China. So many ancient people struggled for learning! There is no reason why we should not study hard.
Xiangling went to ask Lin Daiyu about her own study of poetry. I am adjacent to you, interested in learning to write poems, and have the spirit of hard work. Or my sister is obsessed; Only by studying hard can you succeed in your studies. If a person loses interest in learning, he completely loses the opportunity to learn. If you want to study well, you must have a set of learning methods. Tao Yuanming wrote in "Biography of Mr. May 6th": Be good at reading, and don't ask for much understanding; Whenever I know something, I will happily forget to eat. In other words, a hundred trees need you to read again and again. Only when you understand the true meaning of this book can she fully understand them.
Learn to study independently, before class, but more importantly, preview and review after class, so that learning will be efficient and you can get good grades in the exam. If we want to learn, we must find the right learning method. Whether you are confident or not depends on your actual labor.
In my heart's Peach Blossom Garden, there is neither a peach forest with "no miscellaneous trees, delicious herbs and flowers" nor an entrance with "narrow primary level, only people can pass through and walk up dozens of steps, which is impressive and pleasant".
I'm tired of the hustle and bustle of this car in Ma Rulong. My eyes have long been full of this busy neon. I am like a bird in a steel forest, with its wings pierced by steel bars and its claws stuck by cement. Can't fly, can't walk. I can only pray that one day I can be free. Looking back at the Peach Blossom Garden in my dream, there is no secular fetter and no secular obsession. There is only the tranquility of "the singing of the awning paddle rocking the fishing goes south".
Jiangnan is the Peach Blossom Garden in my heart: the Peach Blossom Garden full of scholarly yellow plum drizzle, a Peach Blossom Garden where "Jiang Nanyu can't understand the spring breeze, people are smiling and looking for a taste in the rain lane", and a Peach Blossom Garden where plum blossoms are ripe in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boat plays the flute and the drizzle is raining. There is no mechanical roar, only peace and tranquility.
Jiangnan water town, tender as water. She haunts the streets like a thin thread, as elegant as Yi 'an's words. A clear river flows quietly, without noise, only the sound of rowing. There are no stormy waves in the Yellow River and thousands of feet, and there are no stormy waves in the Yangtze River. Only the misty Jiangnan water.
Jiangnan people are gentle and strong. One side of the soil and water supports the other side, and the women in Jiangnan are as soft and smart as the water in Jiangnan. As gentle as water, as gentle as water. From Lin Daiyu to Shi, Jiangnan is more or less gentle. "And your smile is in bud, and your smile is floating away, where I can't go." This is the Jiangnan people in my heart.
Jiangnan town is full of traces of history. Holding a small umbrella, I set foot on this stone road in the drizzle. The powder walls and tiles scattered by the roadside are endless. I seem to be far away from the steel forest to meet the historical traces of Jiangnan water town. Some people say that Jiangnan is fragile glass and cannot release such extraordinary and magnificent energy. But I don't agree. Laozi said, "If the world is softer than water, it must be attacked first." I think the tenderness of Jiangnan water contains deep blood feelings.
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. This is the Peach Blossom Garden without worldly noise in my dream.
I love peanuts, because of its noble quality, which deserves our praise and study.
The most valuable quality of groundnuts is that they never show off, but bury their fruits deep in the soil. Born regardless of terrain, accompanied by Cao Peng; It never wraps itself, even if it blooms yellow flowers, it will only be shyly buried in the ground and become a lot of fruits. It's that simple, but it's so respectable. Isn't it like a teacher who has been with us for many years?
Teacher, in my impression, is thin, and she always seems to linger in the chapter of history as a weak person. Some people get rich overnight and wear brand-name clothes in and out of high-end hotels, but a person who lacks cultural connotation is even more thin under gorgeous packaging. And the teacher holds a book, holds a three-foot pointer, walks onto the three-foot platform, and waits for chalk scraps to dye the temples white, and gets a roll of poetry books, which is clean. Teachers spend their whole lives, sticking to the spiritual purity of one side. They have nothing to do with remy martin and XO, and have nothing to do with public recuperation and high-end consumption. They just silently teach and educate people, silently contribute, and silently express their fragrance.
Teacher, preach and teach. They opened the dream of a generation of children and supported the spiritual home of generation after generation; They are pinning the hopes of generations and educating the Chinese nation for thousands of years of civilization history. How similar are the teachers who have shaped a group of talented people and held a string of fruitful peanuts! How similar it is to make silent dedication on the three-foot platform and blossom and bear fruit on the barren land!
I praise groundnut, because it does not advocate glory, and it blooms and bears fruit in adversity. Do not compete with oak birch, orchid peony and Saussurea involucrata.
I praise teachers, because they are far from vulgarity and are the spiritual rich we yearn for; They are not as glorious as celebrities; No more money than big money; Don't compete with the villain for profit. They just silently cultivated and cultivated our spiritual home; They just silently harvested the fragrance of peaches and plums for thousands of years. ...
I love peanuts, and I love teachers. I thank them for their selfless dedication. Their spirit deserves our praise and study!
Whales are protected animals, killing is prohibited internationally, and people have joined the action to protect whales. One day I heard such a shocking news.
Japan ignored the international ban and killed 333 whales, including 200 pregnant females. Although whales belong to mammals, they bathe in the sea all their lives. They are completely adapted to life in the sea. Whether it is the Antarctic waters or the Arctic Ocean, whether it is the equatorial waters or the coastal waters, it is their active territory. Whales are very big. The largest whale can reach 30 meters in length and weigh about 190 tons. Its service life is generally between 20- 100 years. It is docile, mostly feeds on fish and shrimp, and poses no threat to humans and ships. Whales breed slowly, usually once a year, and each fetus only gives birth to one cub. Whale is an emotional animal. Like human beings, it has its own social relations and communicates with each other through beautiful songs. Whales are full of treasures, leading to a large number of people killing them, and the number of whales has also dropped sharply because of marine fishing and the degradation of living environment. Japan has repeatedly killed whales under the guise of "scientific research purposes." Those caught whale meat appeared in the local supermarket and were clearly priced according to their body parts. Even though the whaling ban was issued many times, dead whales finally appeared on the plates of the Japanese people.
Japan's killing of whales aroused global public outrage. Arbitrary killing not only caused the extinction of species, but also affected the balance of marine ecology. Excessive human activities at sea have brought serious pollution to the marine environment, leading to a large number of whales stranded and committed suicide. Let's join the action to protect animals.
The third grade composition daquan 1 1 junior high school three years, fleeting, third grade we _ composition.
Three years is neither too long nor too short, but anyway, I thank everyone who appeared in my life in these three years, because they constitute my simple and happy life.
Happiness 1: Warm you.
Remember, time flies, you have been with me. I am happy because of you.
Every time, when I fall, it is you who accompany me. But you won't help me up carefully, you will only look at me with those encouraging eyes. I know, I must pat the dust on my body and stand up bravely. Thank you for teaching me to be strong.
Every time, when I am in trouble, it is you who accompany me. But you won't help me solve these problems, you will just stay quietly by my side and listen to me tell my troubles. I know, when I grow up, I should have no problem calling my parents. Thank you for teaching me to be brave
Happiness 2: dazzling you
Remember, in the mood for love, you have been with me. I am happy because of you.
Every time, when I am in a bad mood, it is you who accompany me. You will listen to me quietly, tell me my troubles, and help me find a solution seriously. With you, I seem to have the whole world. Thank you for your simple warmth.
Every time, when I pursue my dream, it is you who accompany me. You will try your best to help me realize my dream, and you will also give me the courage to keep trying. With you, I seem to have all the warmth. Thank you for bringing me happy memories.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I have taken a step from a childish primary school student to a mature middle school student. The ninth middle school-that's where I started my middle school career.
The Ninth Middle School, also called Lepin Zhan Middle School. The ninth middle school is famous far and near. I am proud that I am a member of No.9 Middle School. When people ask me, "Where did you learn it in junior high school?" I will stand up at once and say happily, "Lepin Zhan Middle School!" And my mother said, "No.9 Middle School is well managed and has strong teachers. I believe you can definitely improve your grades there. " This has added a yearning and expectation for the ninth middle school in my heart.
I was assigned to Class 277 led by Teacher Zhang Guofen, also called "Star Class". There is a famous saying that "a single spark can start a prairie fire". I think, under the leadership of teacher Zhang, we will definitely make our little star shine. Just walked to the door of the classroom, I was still a little nervous. Because sitting in the classroom is no longer my former good friend, but a very strange face. I walked into the classroom trembling. I think: you will always meet new classmates. There is nothing to worry about. After finding my seat, I began to look at the classroom carefully. The classroom is very spacious and bright. Newly painted walls, clean windows, and an old blackboard. This blackboard consists of two boards, one of which is more prominent than the other. Multimedia is hidden behind this conspicuous blackboard, and the computer that controls multimedia is also hidden in the podium.
After entering junior high school, we have seven courses, and naturally there are more teachers. I prefer Chinese, English and history to these seven courses. I also like these teachers very much. English teacher Zhang often wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses and speaks fluent English. Chinese teacher Zhou often walks on the podium with a small belly; History teachers often have long braids on the right ... in short, I like these teachers very much.
I love you, No.9 Middle School!
I love you, Class 277.
The third grade composition daquan 13 began to pay attention to their rankings, began to stay up late to do homework, began to like math classes, and began to look forward to weekends.
Everything is ready to change, start to be moody, start to be agitated, start to think, and start to be cautious. The bird of youth has already flown into my heart, but I can't insist on a diary with a lock; I want to have a separate room, but I often start to feel lonely at night. It becomes frequent to pour out one's heart and listen to one's heart, and the road to study becomes long. I was very picky at first, and the wind also affected my mood. I began to want a friend to talk about the sky. ...
As soon as it rains, it starts to get boring. When the mountains and rivers are sunny, they begin to be comfortable and happy. It can always change my mind in an instant and make me want to change color when I start to pay. A friend's invitation is full of promises, but he suddenly hates it. ...
The age of entering 13 suddenly became heavy, and the beginning and change of all this made people feel annoyed. The psychology of youth always puzzles me. I have too little life experience to write the story I want. Obviously, I was naive, but I didn't realize it until I was upset.
The rain is changeable, the joys and sorrows alternate quickly, and I turn my face like a book. With budding youth, I began to provoke Xiaohei, and I began to talk and laugh with Xiaobai. I looked at the expression of Xiaoyao running away, mixed with joy and trouble, mixed with joy and sorrow, which created my complex youth.
There is no end to doing the problem, but I feel very happy. On the lively and cheerful New Year's Day, I feel restless. From the day I entered the junior high school gate, everything began to become wonderful. The chicks are nervous, and everything is beginning to approach what they think is mature and beautiful.
This is just the beginning, the beginning of youth.
If regret is not the most beautiful thing, why hasn't Venus broken its arm for thousands of years?
If regret is not a painful beauty, why can't a lover get married make people cry?
Because of regret, Sima Qian's poem Li Sao, a yellow book, floated in the air, made a beautiful spin in the air, and fell to the ground helplessly. The pride of the body caught my eye, as if it were a plum blossom standing proudly hidden in the ice and snow. As soon as the camera turned, a figure caught his eye. Suddenly, he suddenly stood up and danced, as if all his previous sufferings had turned into a wisp of smoke floating in the wind.
Because of regret, Helen was born. Kate gave me three days of light, Helen, a great writer. However, no one can imagine the suffering behind her, no one can understand the misery of blindly following the world, and no one is willing to try. If you give me three days of light, it will shine like gold. Someone wants to know: if Helen. Wouldn't it be great if Kate wasn't blind? However, if she is not blind, where did this article come from, where will there be expectations for the future, and where will there be unspeakable sadness.
Because of regret, Liang Zhu's eternal swan song of becoming a butterfly was born. When we were immersed in Liang Zhu's love story, they held hands. In the sunset, they look sacred and clean, but the next moment, with the disappearance of the last ray of light, they become a pair of butterflies flapping their wings and going their separate ways. We couldn't help bursting into tears.
Because of regret, there is a touching legend of Cowherd and Weaver Girl in Queqiao Fairy. Every year on Tanabata, we will stand under the bright full moon and fantasize about the meeting of the cowherd and the weaver girl in the magpie fairy. At this time, many questions flashed in our minds: Why can't the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl be together? What if the heavenly queen agrees with them? Will they be together? So, this story will last forever? Will it still make us yearn for it so much? Perhaps, the biggest regret in the world is that two people who love each other can't hold hands until they are old, but it is precisely because of regret that that affection is so precious.
Regret is not an extremely painful beauty.
Everything in life has a moving place, and you will inevitably want to cry in those memories afterwards, that is, you have mobilized your heartstrings.
In my opinion, what is most worthy of my emotion is a famous book, which is one of China's four classical novels. What makes me feel is that it makes me understand a lot of things.
This masterpiece seems to be the division of a family, but in fact it seems to be the life and death of a country; Among them, what moved me most was the loss of a beautiful marriage because of an illness. This masterpiece is Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions.
On that day, Baoyu's wedding was known by Lin Daiyu. I thought the old lady said it was her own, but now I know it's Baochai, so my health is getting worse, so I lied to the crazy Baoyu that I brought Daiyu, but the real thing is that I married Baochai.
Daiyu is dying in bed, and Baoyu, who thinks he married Daiyu, is still supporting his marriage. This is exactly what is worth remembering. Think about it. If the old lady knew that half of Daiyu's illness was for marriage, would Baoyu and Baochai still get married?
How sad it is that Baoyu, who didn't know it after Daiyu's death, is still attending the church.
Think back, if Baoyu and Daiyu get married, will Daiyu still die? I don't think so, but the old lady is not malicious, just thinking about her future. The old lady doesn't know the situation, because if this thing really exists, no one will know that Daiyu's illness is half a treasure jade, and readers can understand it, because it has been portrayed in the article.
It is easy to tell who is right and who is wrong in books, but it is not so easy in reality. I really want to be a person who can see through the truth in the world!
The death of Daiyu made me sad, and that's what touched me. This situation not only reflects the division of a family, but I know it also has profound reasons.