Third grade composition

In the usual study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with the composition bar, which requires a complete text structure and must avoid endless composition. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following are nine junior high school compositions that I arranged for you. Welcome to share.

1 There are all kinds of people walking at the overlapping intersection. They turned different intersections and went back to their homes. Walking in the city at dusk, when the sun was setting and the street lamps were still resting, I was shocked by the scenery in front of me-a sunset that is more common than any dusk.

There is no difference between sunrise and sunset.

I stand on my way home and enjoy the sunset every day. Different from the past, there lived a mother and daughter under a red brick tile house not far away. The girl was dressed in plain clothes and her hair spread out sideways, which was in sharp contrast to the clumsy machine in her eyes. The girl turned her head and asked, "Mom, is the sun still there?" The girl's mother nodded blankly, and then said hastily, "Yes, it's still there." The girl stretched out her hands as if embracing the sunshine and tried her best to perceive the world with her skin, but just as the girl was brutally fighting the tragedy,

Street lamps lit up without warning and plunged into every corner of the city, being persecuted without mercy. The mother took the child with tears in her eyes, fearing that her daughter would be found, and eagerly looked at the dying sunset, as if watching a buried person laughing, biting and frightening. It was already night, and the girl was dragged into the crowd by her mother. The community that should be busy is empty, and the air is so heavy that I suffocate. I'm still walking. "Bang-"voice pierced the dead air and instantly became a dead silence. I stopped to look back, and a book lay there, almost close to the sound of jumping down. I shook my head, picked up the book and walked home.

If the reality is beautiful enough, there is no need to fall into delusion; The reality is never beautiful, but she never hesitates to face the absurd world. Maybe people are always chasing, but they don't know that what they are chasing is always as heavy as bubbles.

"Missing is cut off forever by stubbornness." People around you are so sighing.

The pony was also brought out, but it was brought back soon. For some reason, he lost the election.

Just now, the pony competed with other horses, but it was a pity that it lost. The pony was very angry. I am no different from other horses. I am very strong. The bun is as shiny as other horses. Why haven't you been chosen? Pony also wants to gallop on the grassland, which makes him very distressed.

The pony paced back and forth in frustration, and his running mate stepped out of the stable with dignity, which made the pony feel ashamed. The next day, the pony was still listless. He only ate a little horse food given to him by his master, and lay motionless in the shed with his ears drooping all day. Even the master thought he was going to die, and even tried to kill him. He had no spirit at all. Worried, the companion advised: "Pony, you were stubborn when you were a child, and you would try your best to finish everything." Even if it's not finished, you won't feel lost, because you tried your best, you tried your best. What's the matter with you now, are you depressed and listless without being elected? " This is not you. "There are still many opportunities, not this year, but next year, and other companions are also comforting.

The pony walked out of the stable, and the warm sunshine shone on the pony, revealing a trace of gloom. The grass hung its head feebly, and the color of the flowers was even dimmed by the atmosphere at the moment. A man who has never been seen by the pony pulls the pony's reins, which makes the pony wary. The man seemed to understand the pony's feelings, holding a grain of sand in his hand and muttering to himself, "I'm looking for a pile of sand everywhere." This kind of sand is no different. " Then he pulled down his jewelry and threw it into the sand, holding the sand in his hand and saying, "But if you want to prove yourself different, you must make yourself stand out from it and prove that you are different from them." Then I took out the pearls from my jewelry, whispered a little, and walked away.

Leaving only the pony staring at the sand, he hissed, stood up again and strode forward with great enthusiasm. Yes, I am ordinary. If I want to be different, I must stand out from many horses and tell them that we are different.

From the second time on, whoever woke up with a scream in the morning was arrogant and conceited. I challenge all the horses. I am different. I want to surpass you.

There was a scream on the field and it was carefully selected. The pony stood out, excited and nervous at this moment, with flames in his eyes, which was fearless arrogance.

That night, the pony stood alone on the grassland, watching the perfect full moon and the breeze blowing in the sky. The bun swayed in the wind, and a loud laugh resounded through the sky. I'm different.

Time flies and many beautiful moments remain in my memory like silhouettes. And there is a silhouette that is indelible in my bones, which makes me understand the meaning of love: love is always around people, and sometimes love is as simple as helping out.

I happened to be in the middle class that year, but I can still remember the past vividly. In summer vacation and midsummer, my mother and I led my mother's classmates to Gulangyu. Gulangyu has the beauty of bustling and lively, as well as the beauty of tranquility and elegance, which makes people linger. We walked on the busy street and looked at the scenery and places of interest in Gulangyu. We don't have time to enjoy the scenery here and the new things we have never seen before. In this way, we played more than half of Gulangyu like horses with boiling blood. As the sun sets, the sky gradually darkens, leaving only the flame-like sunset glow. Although night falls, there are still an endless stream of tourists coming here.

We were ready to leave for home when the crowd rolled over like waves. Before I could hold my mother's hand, I was drowned by the crowd without a trace. Oh, dear, my short body was drowned by the crowd. I tried to stand on tiptoe to see my mother's figure, but I couldn't see her, so I got separated from them. At this time, how much I hate my weakness, if not, I will definitely catch up with my mother.

I looked around nervously. I was standing at a fork in the road. God, I must have forgotten to read the almanac when I went out today. Which way should I take? At this time, my ears seemed to echo the teacher's words, "I have been separated from my parents in a crowded place, so I must wait in the same place and don't walk around at will!" " I am obedient to stand in this position and wait for my mother to come back to me. Ten minutes, fifteen minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes ... Mom still didn't come, so I squatted down helplessly and burst into tears. The crying attracted passers-by who looked at me curiously. Some people smile and point, as if watching a good play. No, they don't seem to be reading my jokes! I suddenly felt desperate and buried my head helplessly.

At this time, I was patted on the shoulder. I looked up and saw a beautiful big sister. Her long hair is waist-high and her long skirt is slightly floating. She stepped forward and asked me softly, "Little sister, are you lost with your mother?" I seemed to see the goddess of hope, so I stood up slowly, nodded and asked in a low voice, "Sister, can I borrow my mobile phone to call my mother?" "Of course!" Elder sister readily agreed. I dialed the familiar number. After the elder sister told my mother the detailed address, she comforted me and patiently waited for my mother with me. After a while, my mother came in a hurry, thanked my elder sister, thanked her, and then watched her leave until she disappeared from sight, and then we started our way home.

This is love, heartfelt love, unrequited love, and I suddenly understand the meaning of love. That kind of beautiful love is engraved in my heart and will never disappear. Thank you, big sister!

The fourth article of the third grade composition has a book in its belly.

She makes people shine; She is as elegant as a classical beauty; She is as lovely as an elf, and only when I know her can I understand what "temperament is like orchid, talent is like fairy".

When I first met her, I was defeated by her talent. At the recent Chinese poetry conference, I fell in love with this charming girl at first sight. I still remember her flying orders: "I am outdoors in July, indoors in August, indoors in September, and crickets under my bed in October", and I also remember her opponent's high praise: "Fu Xuan can still be afraid of the afterlife, but her husband should not be a teenager". There is even a written description of her: "Jiangnan has nothing, so why not give a spring?" She is lofty and elegant, does not dispute and does not grab, leaving the elegant temperament of the world of mortals blooming, like a fairy in the mirror, and does not eat human fireworks.

Beauty should take jade as bone, snow as skin, hibiscus as face, willow as posture, and more importantly, poetry as heart. Elegant, gentle and generous, this is her in my mind. The pursuit of spiritual elegance, pen and ink immersion, refreshing.

From her, from her eyes, I enjoyed all kinds of tenderness inside, and her innate temperament was particularly touching. It was she who made me understand poetry, put me into poetry, felt the unique style of poetry, and let me meet poetry across the Millennium. I have to say, a generation of talented women

Maybe my interest in poetry comes from her-Wu Yishu. It's really good to take birds as the voice, the moon as the god, the dimension as the state and the autumn water as the posture.

Seeing that the vegetation is gradually recovering, the spring scenery in the garden can't be closed, and talented women can't live up to the beautiful scenery. Wu Yishu is 28 years old. Thank you for transforming me in poetry. The fragrance of this book is modest. May all the good things come to those who love classical poetry.

I once deeply hurt my mother's heart because I was young and ignorant, because I was willful and selfish. But in that winter, true feelings and feelings, regrets and regrets surrounded me instantly, and I couldn't tell the difference between cold and warm. I finally understand my mother's heart ...

My mother was washing dishes when I got home on Friday. She was very surprised to see me. She quickly put down the bowl and put her hand into her apron to dry it. Then she came up to help me put my schoolbag and eagerly asked me about the school: "Lu, are you back?" Have you ever been praised by the teacher at school? Is there an exam? How was the exam? ..... "I glanced at her grumpily and said," Mom, how old am I? How can a teacher praise me like a child? Can you stop asking these childish questions? " Mom quickly said, "OK, OK. Did you take the science exam? " "No ..." I said, and went straight to play with my friends, not noticing my mother standing awkwardly. ...

When I was studying by myself at night, the dormitory was too tired to sleep a few days ago. I dare not sleep, and my heart is particularly contradictory. I finally called my mother. My mother comforted me and said, "Never mind, don't be sad. I'll come if you have anything to say in the future. " Soon, my mother did come. Wearing a helmet and a cotton-padded jacket, she rushed in and asked, "Lu, what's wrong with you?" I can't hear you clearly on the phone. What the hell happened? " I threw myself into my mother's arms and said, "Mom, I want to go home and sleep." My mother is very distressed to see me like this. She took me to see the teacher, explained the reason, took my hand and took me to the motorcycle. Mom saw that I didn't wear a helmet, so she immediately took off my helmet and said, "I will be covered when I drive." I said I wasn't cold, but my mother insisted that I take it, so I agreed. I curled up in my mother's cotton-padded jacket. I didn't feel cold at all, but I was warm all over ... Later, I heard from my brother that my mother had worked overtime the day before and had fallen asleep that night. After being woken up by the phone, I got dressed and came without socks. I was really moved in my heart, remembering my mother's kindness to me and her nagging. It turned out that my mother loved me so much, and I still blamed her and hurt her willfully ... I was really good or bad at that time, so I didn't understand my mother and hurt her heart ... But my mother still loved me as always and helped me desperately when I was in trouble ... My heart was full of warmth, such as a hard feeling. I must repay this maternal love! Then I thought it would be my mother's birthday in a few days. I thought of a good idea. ...

I took out all my savings and counted them on my mother's birthday. I have 230 yuan. I have decided to buy a pair of sports shoes, because my mother has always wanted a pair of sports shoes, but she is reluctant to buy them. Holding the money, I imagined my mother's happiness after receiving the money. I seem to see my mother wearing those shoes and coming to me excitedly. The wind is blowing at her feet. ...

I know this can't return anything, but at least it expresses my heart, which means that I will cherish maternal love in the future, as gentle as water, as serene as clouds and as ubiquitous as air.

Time is always a familiar and unfamiliar term. I often meditate on its profound meaning and try to understand the depth of time.

Time is the change you see?

Yes, parents have wrinkles on their foreheads and black hair mixed with silver silk; It's time to turn the barren land into high-rise buildings everywhere and let the technology used to wear it flourish.

It flows as quietly as running water and as pure and clear as the sky. In the long journey of life, it always drips away without trace, changing some earth-shaking things.

When I was a child, I touched the computer keys randomly, which caused the programs downloaded by the computer to fail to meet the requirements. I'm at a loss. I said nothing in front of my father. I just rubbed my hands unnaturally and looked around. No matter what my father asks, I always answer in silence. After all, paper can't hold fire, and the words on the computer screen have changed color, which my father can see at a glance.

Dad asked me, I still didn't say a word, and the impulse to cry was suppressed in my throat by fear. Actually, I have nothing to cry about. It's obviously my fault. It's just that my naive luck of not being scolded for making mistakes was ruthlessly defeated by reality and I felt very lost.

After listening to a few curses, I said nothing, ran into the bedroom and locked the door. I collapsed feebly on the ground, my back pressed against the door, and I looked up, but my tears did not flow back and overflowed my eyes. ...

At that time, I was thinking deeply: Is it really useful to escape? Will it change anything?

When I grew up, I accidentally broke my newly bought mosquito net when I was playing at home with my neighbor's children. The support frame in one corner of the mosquito net was broken. I saw her face froze in an instant, and then looked at me with help. I'm at a loss. I just want to tell my mother immediately, but it's hard to say that she did it. She rushed out of the room without saying anything. I followed closely, only to see her stop in front of my mother and say in a trembling voice, "Aunt, I didn't make the mosquito net."

I froze in place and looked at her stupefied. Her expression is stiff and her eyes are blank, but she is extremely determined to pass the buck.

My mother called me to the front and asked if it was me. My expression suddenly froze, and my anger was hard to calm down, but it was freezing cold.

No? Do I have to let a little girl in kindergarten bear it? Even if my mother won't say anything about her, it won't make up for anything.

what's up But that's not me! I watched her jump out of bed and knock the mosquito net to the ground. After the harsh noise, the mosquito net lost its elasticity. She stepped aside and the ground was just a mess. What does the whole process have to do with me? I'm just a witness, and I have to take responsibility, okay?

I am entangled in all aspects of my heart. What I want to say depends on whether I can swallow this tone. Although I am facing a child, how can I let her bully me? Is there no way to kill two birds with one stone?

"I'm sorry ... I didn't take care of my sister. She fell and broke the mosquito net ... "I said, thinking about my words.

The little girl looked at me with a puzzled face.

My thoughts are surging: am I weak and worthless? Do you like to accept blame and take responsibility? Do you like to beat and scold?

The truth tells me, no.

Mother didn't say anything, looked away from me and got up to mend the mosquito net.

I'm imagining what would happen if I said it was her. Mom will say that I am irresponsible, and she won't say anything. Mom will be embarrassed, right? Maybe.

This is actually time. In just a few years, my mind has changed so much. Time actually represents growth, right?

When people grow up, they will always be more troubled than when they were young. When they treat others, they will unconsciously make a more comprehensive consideration with more mature thinking. We become knowledgeable, opinionated, thoughtful and ambitious. Our indomitable personality is like the edges and corners of a cube, which becomes more and more round in the process of crawling. It's all thanks to time. Thank time, let me know forbearance and responsibility. ...

Time flies, always without a trace, hidden in the long river of time, like a good teacher, moistening things silently affects you. Like a clear spring, it moistens you for a long time. Looking back, the changes you saw were earth-shaking.

I tried to understand time, its low-key and deep, but in the end, I was deeply moved by the growth it brought me. ...

In the days when I entered junior high school, I always had a wish-to return to my alma mater and to the primary school campus where I started my naive dreams and enlightenment knowledge. Look at teachers who have taught for many years, including self-taught gardeners.

Primary school has weekends, and we have classes on Saturday in junior high school, so there is a conflict in time. What shall we do? You can't miss class. Day by day, my wish that is not mine has not been realized. Finally, I have a chance-the mid-term exam. You may feel strange when you see this. Examinations are a very stressful thing. How can it be considered an opportunity? Listen, keep reading. Our school implements a rotation examination system, and the three grades have their own time periods and are staggered from each other. For example, in our third grade, if there is an exam in the morning, it will be handed over to other grades in the afternoon, and vice versa. So, no explanation. After the exam, I came to my alma mater. Walking into the former primary school, my thoughts are surging. I feel like I'm back in elementary school. Full of wonderful childhood and joy.

Look, groups of students are having fun in such a big campus, and children's bursts of laughter come from time to time. They are more like themselves. I looked around and tried to find a place where I left my footprints with my eyes. Yes, it is. Many changes have taken place. The only thing that has not changed with the years is the deep love in my heart. I have feelings for everything on campus, and I can see it so clearly today. Everything became cordial and pleasant.

"Hello, teacher!" There was a kind cry of a girl in my ear. Yes, she is calling her teacher. I don't intend to talk about teachers' respect here, and I don't use red candles to praise teachers. I just stand in the perspective of a student and stand in the role of a student, thanking the teacher. On the road of my growth, they gave me not only theoretical knowledge in books, but also beautiful care and encouragement. Surrounded by a group of younger brothers and sisters, I came to the office that used to be my first teacher, or those teachers. They were all very happy to see me, and a series of farewell words made me "at a loss". "You used to be a student here, but now you are our guest." A teacher said happily. Maybe my coming is a comfort to them. After all, remember to come back and see the students you have taught. ...

After a while, the teachers asked me about my junior high school life, and everyone was very happy after I took the first grade exam. As a student they once taught, my good grades will undoubtedly make them feel ashamed ... time flies, so I got up and said goodbye. At the moment of parting, I saw that their faces were still full of smiles, and I couldn't help but be moved. Teacher, the students will definitely come to see you again.

Childhood, primary school campus, as the place where I first learned knowledge, no matter what happens in the future, no matter where I go, it will always exist in my memory. Years have changed, but what remains unchanged is this sentiment, just because the past is an unbeaten flower. ...

Unfortunately, we are lucky, because unfortunately, we are completely different from mediocre people.

-Mr. Lu

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"This girl ... the old man concluded that her future is limitless, Venus is cohesive, and water and soil are compatible, just ..." In the bedroom full of white European buildings, an old man with a gray robe said, and his old and dry voice revealed a trace of simplicity and complexity.

"Really? ! "Ignoring the weirdness of the old man, a young couple looked at each other and were very surprised. That's their daughter! Their children!

Beside the couple, there is a lovely little bed with a child who looks like a porcelain doll, but on that delicate little face, his eyebrows are slightly wrinkled and his hands are clutching the corner of the quilt. A small white hand reached over and touched the former's eyebrow, whispering, "Xiao Laner, my sister will take good care of you, as well as mom and dad." The sound was inaudible, but there was a smile in the depths of the old man's eyes not far away.

"But old man, just what?" The woman is worried that she is not a fool, and good things always pay a price.

"... but at a heavy price. "The old man's eyes reveal a banter, let the girl standing by the bed away. But the couple didn't pay attention, and even if they paid attention in time, they might not have seen it. "The price is you a person! When this girl grows up ... "

There was a bang of thunder. Then it began to rain cats and dogs.

Inside, the couple turned pale. A woman's right hand trembled unconsciously on the skirt below the knee. The eyes of the girl beside the bed are flashing.

When his eyes met the old man, he stared so wide that he was too scared to speak and shrank to the wall. The girl is only five years old, but she knows everything.

"Let me do it. Zipu, you have to support your family and take care of your family. Obey. " The woman raised a gentle smile and said firmly.

"Wan'er. You ... "

"It's so decided, don't say any more." The woman turned her head as if impatient and said.

"This ... old man, but there are others ..." The man begged and was interrupted by the old man in gray robe.

"No, only the closest people let her really grow up!" The old man frowned and sighed when he saw the man like this. "It's just that this girl has more than ten years to grow up. You still have time. It was supposed to be the 18th Adult's Day. I will try my best to delay it for a year or two. "

"Thank you, old man." The man breathed a sigh of relief. One or two years is short, but for them, more than ten years of love is enough.

"You are lucky, both women are extraordinary."

"Huh?" The man turned around and saw the girl leaning against the wall and smiled.

"This child is the key to her growth ..." The old man murmured with a sigh.

The man didn't care, just took a deep look at the latter. With a swish, the figure behind disappeared out of thin air, and the woman finally failed and fell into the man's arms.

Wan'er! '

……

Outside the yard, an old man appeared, with heavy rain and dry robes.

"There will be another person to accompany her ... Ziyi, this is the only thing I can do ..."

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The dragon is a very magical animal. The dragon is a symbol of the Chinese nation. For thousands of years, the dragon's influence has extended to many fields of China culture, and it has been deeply integrated into the lives of people in China.

The dragon originated from the Neolithic Age in the primitive society of China. At present, some dragon-related cultural relics have been unearthed in the ruins of the late primitive society in Inner Mongolia, Henan, Shanxi, Liaoning, Shaanxi, Gansu and other places, such as painted pottery pots with dragon patterns and painted Tao Pan with dragon patterns. But the image of the dragon at that time was far from the image of the dragon after Qin and Han Dynasties. Some have stout bodies, long noses and flat noses, like pigs; Some hold their heads high and bow their backs, with their eyes and noses protruding upward, taking pictures of crocodiles; Some bodies are curved and slender, without feet and claws, similar to snakes ... In the development of dragons, these dragons belong to the "pre-dragon" stage, that is, the image of dragons is in the origin period. There are great differences in the image of dragons between different regions, even within the same region.

More than 3,000 years ago, in Shang Dynasty, the image of dragon was initially standardized. The word "dragon" in Oracle Bone Inscriptions vividly depicts the image of the dragon in people's minds, and the dragon patterns on bronzes and jades are similar to the word "dragon" in Oracle Bone Inscriptions. For example, a Shang Dynasty wine vessel unearthed in Funan, Anhui Province-"Dragon Tiger Bronze Zun" is different from any animal in nature. But from birds, animals, fish, insects and other animals to select a certain part, re-assembled into an organic whole. At that time, the images of dragons mainly included head, crown, horn, eyes, ears, nose, mouth, eyebrows, feet, scales (feathers), tail and body. We call it "truth"

Through the change of dragon image, we can trace the origin of dragon, and we can see that the origin of dragon is related to agricultural production. China is one of the important agricultural birthplaces in the world. As early as 10,000 years ago, China had primitive agriculture. Ten thousand years ago, rice grains were unearthed in Yuchanyan, Daoxian County, Hunan Province. As we all know, water is the lifeblood of agriculture. Primitive agriculture, without irrigation projects, can only rely on rain, but also afraid of river flooding, so ancestors are eager for the ability to control water. But it was really difficult for them to have this ability at that time, so they pinned their hopes on the mythical image of the dragon they created. Snakes, crocodiles, lizards and other reptiles in the pre-dragon stage were all related to water, and some even lived in water. People living on land feel mysterious when they see crocodiles that can dive into the water, water snakes that can swim quickly in the water, and snakes that can move freely without feet, and they are transformed from mystery to awe and deification. When people entered the real dragon period, they simply put the dragon in the water. People let dragons live in water in order to let them dominate the waters, so that when agriculture needs water, they ask the dragon king to raise clouds and rain.

We are all descendants of the dragon, and we are all from China.