A collection of 600 words selected from the third grade composition (the first article)? Like the homesickness of previous lives, in my heart, I cherish a sweet clover, which gently and skillfully rings my cherished time. Beeches are lifelike, the years are quiet, and they bloom quietly with the passage of time. In Yu Hao's mind, in the fog, in the mortal world, he is independent.
? On the way of growing up, that sweet clover accompanied me and took good care of each other.
? Ten years ago, a baby was born, and the naked child cried so loudly; Crying is the best wish of elders and parents. At that moment, sweet clover bloomed new buds and broke ground. In my ignorance, my mother once hugged me gently with warm arms, looked at my red and white cheeks and gently hummed a warm and long lullaby. In my mother's smile, it is peace and happiness.
? However, growth does not stop there. Once, I raised my chubby little hand and reached into the air as if to hold that love. My mouth is babbling, my eyes and eyebrows are eager. I cry hysterically when I don't hold anything with my hands. My parents' footsteps are so hurried and their looks are so anxious, but in a blink of an eye, the most innocent but heartless smile blooms on my face.
? A few degrees of spring grass green, a few lines of geese return. In a blink of an eye, I arrived at school, carrying a schoolbag on my tender shoulder, and with a little uneasiness and novelty, I stepped into the gate of the primary school campus. The soft and tearful farewell was accompanied by a slightly worried sigh from parents behind. At that moment, the light yellow flowers of sweet clover stood quietly in the autumn wind. Once, the teacher put her gentle hand on my shoulder and pointed to my parents looking in at the school gate, telling me not to be afraid of the campus environment.
? However, growth does not stop there. I still remember that time, I curled up in a dusty corner and looked at strange faces, afraid to speak loudly. At that time, I couldn't wait to erase myself from this strange time and space; Because, at that moment, I was so embarrassed that I even felt humble. For six years, I even reached out my sweaty fingertips to touch the gentleness of life. I was so careful.
? Later, under the scissors, the rustling hair fell to the ground, crisp and neat, but with a sense of reluctance and nostalgia. Ruthlessly give up the past unbearable time; At this moment, the yellow osmanthus quietly bloomed again. When I entered middle school, the little note that the teacher asked me to write my military training speech seemed to turn into a simple note telling the truth under the teacher's admiring eyes. I am determined not to look back on the past and step by step to the ideal skyline. Looking forward to the distance is not out of reach. The dream of youth has nothing to do with achievement, let alone utility. No more hesitation, no more hesitation, I learned to be calm and calm; When communicating with the teacher, I stopped prevaricating and sounded like a mosquito.
? There is a wooden name, Dangui, which is fragrant all the time. This kind of life tastes like a refreshing osmanthus fragrance.
? Growth is not the beauty fixed in a certain moment, but the companionship of flowers all the way; We are addicted to it, and unconsciously, we become better ourselves.
? Grow like the branches of a pale yellow osmanthus tree. Because of its refreshing fragrance, because of its round and pleasing petals, many people want to take it off, hold it in their hands and smell it deeply. People struggled to climb the tall branches, and at that moment, they understood that maple has its own profound significance. She witnessed Chunhua Qiushi with her own life and accompanied you on the road of growth.
? Standing there, staring at the treetops, osmanthus is in full bloom in the quiet Qiu Guang, Tingting is curled up, and I seem to see myself growing up: lush green buds have grown into osmanthus covered with branches.
A collection of 600 words selected from the third grade composition (Part II)? See things and think about people. It's autumn again, and an autumn breeze blows gently, caressing my cheeks and flowing through my hair. Begonia in the yard by the window danced with the autumn wind and landed on the soil. All good things in the world are like this, and eventually they will die and turn to dust. ...
? I have been a crying girl since I was a child. My parents are very busy and seldom take care of me. The only old man in the family is grandma. Unfortunately, grandma was in poor health and went back to her hometown. I have been carrying a schoolbag to primary school since I was 4 years old. After my mother sent it twice, because I was busy at work, she gave me a key to go home by myself. Sometimes, I will stand at the school gate and watch other old people come to pick up their grandchildren. I envy it. I wish an old man could take care of me. When I was 5 years old, my parents really didn't care about me, so they sent me to Grandpa Kang's house.
? It was an autumn, and my mother took me crying all the way to Grandpa Kang's house. I stopped crying as soon as I opened the door. This is a kind grandfather. The wrinkles of the years have covered his face, which is worth holding his head high and showing his tenacity. The unfinished kite on the windowsill aroused my interest. I picked it up and he asked me, "Shall we finish it together?" I nodded excitedly. The afterglow of oblique light shines on his face, emitting infinite kindness. That afternoon, we were amused by the window and let the kite fly freely on the grass. Let's go to see the begonia in the yard. Haitang is so beautiful that it seems that grandpa and I will be together forever. The evening sun is so gentle, just like Grandpa Kang.
? It's another autumn. My mother walked into the bedroom and told me that Grandpa Kang's birthday was at noon today. Although I am confused, isn't it tomorrow? But "oh" can be sound, and I didn't think much. Mom seemed to have something to say, but she swallowed it back. She closed the door and left.
? I spent the afternoon with Grandpa Kang on his birthday that year, and I was a little old. He was lying in bed, and I recalled my childhood with him. He suddenly said, "Come with me to the yard!"
? I walked with him in the yard, and we came to the begonia tree, and some begonia flowers fell. He hugged me and made a wish on the begonia tree.
? That night was calm.
? The next day, mom came to school. He said, "Grandpa Kang is not feeling well this morning. Let me go at once. " I was shocked and begged my mother to take me to grandpa Kang's house. When I came to grandpa's bed, he said to me, "Do you know what I wished for? You grew up insecure and afraid of loneliness. Grandpa hopes that you can become a strong child in the future! " I cried and promised, and my grandfather held my hand tightly, just as he taught me to fly a kite.
? The autumn wind that day was as cool as usual. I closed my eyes, as if I saw the begonia flowers falling on the ground in the yard, as dazzling as my grandfather lying in bed at dusk.
? This autumn is coming again. I wonder if grandpa still remembers his wish under the begonia tree, looking through the autumn water, but I don't know when you will come back …
Selected 600-word compositions for Grade Three (Part III)? Flowers are blooming all the way, just because you have been with me.
? That summer, the lotus bloomed.
? I am eager to escape, escape from your love network; And after losing it, I know the beauty of the past.
? On the first day of school, you rushed to work and sent me to school early. Sitting quietly in the classroom, surrounded by strangers, I am helpless. Looking at the back of your departure, my tears burst into my eyes, and my boredom with you became a deep disappointment when I got along with you day and night. When you heard my sobbing, you just walked out of the classroom and turned back immediately. You read my mind at a glance, sat opposite me, wiped my tears with rough fingers, and urged me to get rid of anxiety with your voice. After I don't know how many times I looked at the clock at the back of the classroom, you finally got up and left, but you still looked back one step at a time. That encouraging look, like a lotus flower, slowly bloomed in my heart, calmed my heart and bravely opened a new chapter in junior high school life.
? That summer, because you planted the lotus, it was so fresh and pleasant.
? That spring, peach blossoms were colorful.
? The pace of time is so silent, and the next day is in a blink of an eye. Geography has always been my weakness, and the exam is coming soon. The papers were still in a mess, and my anxiety grew wildly that spring.
? Every Friday when I go home, if you haven't touched the geography book, you will patiently "study" the geography paper and hold up a geography book to give me wrong questions. I can't help laughing to myself: a rural woman, who hasn't even traveled long distances, still discusses "longitude" and "latitude" with me.
? Until one time, under the bright peach tree in front of the house, you were talking to the teacher who lived next door. Approaching, I didn't catch you asking him about geography. I just heard the teacher say, "This is very difficult. You can ask your daughter to ask me directly. " "My girl is as shy as I am, and she is very busy these days. I see. Just go back and tell her. " Looking back at me, you smiled shyly, like a girl who lost her English in seven colors, and her face was as bright as a peach blossom.
? That spring, I finally got a perfect score in the geography exam, and the colorful peach blossom rain has been floating in my heart.
? That winter, plum blossoms proudly bloomed.
? Entering the third grade, cold germs came with a tense atmosphere, and I was also tortured.
? On the weekend evening, the Chinese teacher in the next class watched the class. Suddenly, the wonderful mobile phone ringing broke the silence of the classroom. Looking up, I heard my name in the teacher's mouth.
? I don't know how you get a phone call from a strange teacher who is unsociable. I don't know how you got up the courage to call this strange number, as shy as I am. I only knew that the voice on the other end of the phone was obviously shaking, but I still took the trouble to ask about my physical condition. Standing under the plum blossom tree on campus and looking at the plum blossom in front of me, I know that in this cold winter, in my unbeaten memory, there is a flower that will bloom like a plum blossom.
? Mom, you are the most fragrant flower I picked in junior high school for three years. ...
A selection of 600 words from all the way to the third grade composition (the fourth article)? After listening to the water bearer, the broken pitcher changed his mind dramatically. He works with the water bearer every day and waters the beautiful flowers wholeheartedly.
? This kind of life has passed for some time. One day, it suddenly occurred to him that each flower can only draw a little water from the half jar I missed. Is it enough? Will they die of thirst for lack of water? To this end, the broken pitcher pondered. It finally came up with an idea that it thought was super good. It said to the intact pitcher, "Brother, the flower carrying water can only drink a little water from me every day. I'm afraid they will die of thirst. There are ways to make them drink more water. " The good pitcher asked, "What can I do?" The broken pitcher said, "Let my crack widen." A good pitcher shakes his head again and again: "No, no, that will ruin himself." The broken pitcher said, "How can it be destruction? This is dedication. "
? The broken jar told his decision to the bearer, who advised him not to take risks, but the broken jar went his own way and didn't listen at all. The water bearer had no choice but to smash the broken pitcher with stones. Although it was very painful, the broken pitcher clenched the root and said nothing.
? A new crack opened and the broken pitcher began to work again. This time, water poured down on the flowers like a downpour. When I got home, there was not a drop of water in the pitcher. The bearer didn't say anything when he saw it because it was helping others! Three months later, many flowers "suffocated" because of too much water, and the cracks in the broken water tank were torn open because they could not bear the impact of water flow. The broken pitcher wailed, because it not only killed the flowers, but also destroyed itself.
? After it became a broken waste, it was really understood that being a man can neither be arrogant nor belittle himself, but must make good use of his own characteristics to give full play to his greatest value.
A selection of 600 words from all the way to the third grade composition (article 5)? Looking through the memory books of the past, it seems that I have returned to the spring four years ago.
? What a beautiful afternoon it was. The teacher took our little hands and said to us, "Today the school organized a spring outing. Everybody line up and follow Mr. Water. Did you hear that? " "I heard it." We shouted that our hearts had flown out of the classroom like birds.
? Walking on the spacious street, the winter jasmine can't wait to get out, and the small bright yellow flowers are caressed by the breeze. When I closed my eyes, the faint scent of the winter jasmine surrounded my nose. Xiaohong said to me, "Jing, what's your favorite flower?" "Spring Festival!" I said with a smile.
? After walking for about 1/3, we are all a little tired. The teacher said, "Let's sing a song!" ""yes, yes! "
? "We are the successors of * * * industrialism, inherit the glorious tradition of revolutionary ancestors, love the motherland and the people, and there are bright red scarves floating on our chests ..." The whistle of the car was covered by the song of our "Red Boy Scouts". We sang at the top of our voice, and other classes began to sing, and the childish children's voice made many pedestrians applaud.
? Singing and laughing all the way, the sense of fatigue disappears and you strut.
? When I arrived at the park, I climbed up and down the lawn like a monkey. Some students were tired and simply fell asleep on the lawn. I took a notebook, picked the flowers whose names I didn't know and put them in it.
? Some students play hide-and-seek, some bungee jumping and some sandbags. The small group of 35 1 and the group of 56 1 had a good time. Teachers also take playing cards, and they are not as serious as before. It seems that each of us has a sunflower on his face.
? Although we all had a good time, we couldn't keep up with the pace of time. "Line up and assemble!" The teachers in every class are shouting. We patted our asses and walked to the teacher together.
? On the way back to school, we were all talking about how much fun we had just had.
? The spring was just right along the way and the air was filled with flowers. In such an elegant environment, our spring outing also came to a successful conclusion.
A selection of 600 words from all the way to the third grade composition (article 6)? On the way back from an outing in the countryside at the weekend, there was a breeze in Xu Lai, mixed with some flowers. Those unknown flowers on the roadside are really blooming, just like naughty elves hiding in dense grass. In the distance, an old woman is holding a girl's hand. Looking at this warm scene, a scene many years ago suddenly came into view.
? There is a muddy path in my hometown. Although it is not very flat, the most attractive thing is that both sides are full of pomegranate flowers. Every time I went to my grandmother's house when I was a child, my grandmother would take me this path. She will let me sing to her, so I will sing two tigers and little stars to her in a childish voice. Just these two songs, but she enjoys it. She will also sit quietly on the stone pier by the roadside, with her hands folded and watching me play chicken with the children in the neighborhood with a smile. Grandma often makes tea for me with dried pomegranate petals. She likes the refreshing smell, which is a little sweet and bitter but refreshing.
? Gradually, I went to my grandmother's house less and less after school, and my childhood memories became more and more blurred. I really don't want to grow up! Grandma, as always, will take a long-distance bus to the city to send me pomegranate petals every year, and then go back the same way after delivery. Mother accused her more than once: Mom, how old are you? You're not too tired. Running around is not easy. And grandma will smile and say softly: this pomegranate flower blooms once or twice a year, and the children like it so much, so I have nothing to do, and I am happy! When she left, she would say to her mother: Do it quickly, because the flowers just picked have the strongest fragrance and the tea tastes the best. The taste will change with time.
? One year in junior high school, my grandmother didn't send pomegranate flowers, and I was puzzled. Until one day, my mother said that she would take me back to my grandmother's house. Sitting in the car, I have a bad feeling. My mother sent me that way. I jumped out of the car and saw grandma sitting in a wheelchair, stroking pomegranate flowers with her hands. My mother came to me and whispered to me: your grandmother is old, her legs and feet are getting worse and worse, and many things in the past have been forgotten. Go and see her. I ran to the wheelchair. Grandma looked at me and said with a smile, girl, look how well this pomegranate flower blooms. My granddaughter likes to drink the best tea it makes. A warm current welled up in my heart. Yes! Even if she forgets something, grandma will never forget that her granddaughter loves to drink pomegranate scented tea. My eyes have long been blurred, and tears have fallen silently. Girl, please push me over there. I pushed the wheelchair and wiped my tears with my sleeves. Girl, you make me feel like my granddaughter. Grandma said with a smile. I am in distress situation: silly, I am not like your granddaughter, who else is? Let me walk slowly with you in the future.
? The breeze blew, gently blowing grandma's old white hair, and the air was wrapped in a faint pomegranate flower fragrance.
? Flowers all the way, smiles all the way.
A selection of 600 words from all the way to the third grade composition (article 7)? Flower fragrance all the way
? The road to growth is long. During this journey, we had laughter, tears, setbacks and successes. When the thorns in front stopped me from moving forward, it was her encouragement that prompted me to overcome my suffering and move on. Her words are like fragrant jasmine, refreshing and overflowing my heart.
? Entering the second day of junior high school, the difficulty of learning content is deepening, and I am gradually worried about myself. Mathematics has always been my weakness, and that exam made me realize the seriousness of the problem. I've never been so depressed. After the results came out, the teacher talked to me and invited my parents to school for the first time. I cried so sadly that my eyes were sore. I don't want to face the cruel reality. Sitting at the dining table, I was thinking, if the wings of chasing dreams are broken, should I stop moving forward and give up? Since I can't see my future, why should I pursue it hard? I don't know where to go.
? Turn on the computer. I changed my signature. After a while, her dialog box jumped out, and what caught my eye was a caring greeting: Girl, what's wrong with you? Seeing this sentence, I suddenly felt a warm current coming to my heart. I was really touched, and even a tear spilled from the corner of my eye because of the harvest. I told her my problem at once and told her everything I thought. After reading it, she first comforted me so that I wouldn't be too sad, and then shared her previous experience as a student with me so that I wouldn't be confused. She and I have the same problems, but she overcame all the difficulties through unremitting efforts and successfully entered the ideal university. She encouraged me: don't be discouraged, don't be discouraged, even if the thorns in front are in the way and the wings of chasing dreams are accidentally injured, you should work hard and keep moving forward. Always believe that you can do better, you can!
? After talking to her, I never thought about giving up, never stopped moving forward, and never shed sad tears. I strengthened my faith, determined the direction of my efforts and continued to pursue my dreams.
? She is the head teacher of my first to fourth grade primary school. She has always been kind to me, just like her mother. When I am confused, she will help me solve the mystery; When I am confused, she will show me the way forward; When I am sad, she will help me wipe away my tears and tell me to learn to be strong. Although she no longer teaches me, we still communicate frequently, and after each conversation, I am suddenly enlightened. Her words, like a touch of warm sun in winter, lit up my inner haze; Her words are like the fragrance of jasmine, so fragrant.
? Along the way, I have been obsessed with the flowers in my memory. It has accompanied me several times. Because of it, I won't be lonely and I won't lose my way.