On the third day, I came to the composition.

In daily study, work or life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. Through composition, we can gather scattered thoughts together. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following are five compositions I compiled in Grade Three for reference only. Let's have a look.

The third day has come, and the composition article 1 has not enjoyed the warm sunshine of the first day and the second day. Time the old man took us into the third day. If we are naive children in Grade One and teenagers in Grade Two, then we should be strong in Grade Three, always ready to fight bravely on the battlefield of the senior high school entrance examination.

In the summer vacation before the third grade, my classmates began to rush forward like a tortoise and a rabbit race, and I didn't fall behind. But when I sat in the classroom where I studied with them, I understood the gap. I don't write as fast as them, and the accuracy is not high enough. I gave up when I was in trouble. All this washed away my confidence like a scourge, plus my final exam results were not ideal. I have to sit down and think about why.

I thought about it for a long time and found many shortcomings in my past. I also found some solutions to this. I hope I can change my state, treat my study with a new attitude and prove myself with new achievements!

Not only I have changed, but everyone has changed. The teacher gave a lecture on the podium, and the whole class bowed their heads and wrote hard; The teacher turned to write on the blackboard, and the students stared at the blackboard with rapt attention; There is no noisy classroom after class, only students are reading aloud; There is no figure of boys chasing and fighting, only the efforts of students rooted in their seats.

Grade three, I'm coming! As a third-year student, we will be afraid of many difficulties, so we should go forward bravely. I believe that everyone will work hard in this third grade.

The third grade will arrive soon. Several days have passed since the summer vacation. I think it's about a week. Er ... think about what I did this week: I got up at 5: 30 in the morning to go for a morning run, pretended to "turn over the books" in front of my parents after breakfast, and then my parents went to work. Like a big wolf, I rushed to the bedroom on the second floor, turned on the computer three times and five times, and played for an hour or two ... At about ten o'clock, I was reluctant to go downstairs to cook. Knock on the door. Hey! "The voice of striding. ...

In the afternoon, I was even more "presumptuous". After lunch, I read the Legal Report. At one o'clock sharp, I lay on the mat again, sleeping in a big position, which was very uncomfortable! Snoring lasted two hours, and soon it was three o'clock in the afternoon. I dawdled out of bed again and went to the study to read so many books. Hehe, computer classmate, I'm here again! Until about five o'clock in the afternoon, the sound of my basketball rebounding rang out on the basketball court near my home. ...

Hey ... I'm going to the third grade. ...

I just drifted away these days.

I can't believe it myself!

Starting today, I declare war like a junior high school student, and I declare war like a senior high school entrance examination!

Grade three, I'm coming!

On the third day, I came to the third article of the composition, sensitive words; Grade three, a goal of struggle; On the third day, the stage of flying dreams. ...

Entering the third grade, we will abandon the ignorance of the first grade and the rebellion of the second grade and pick up our persistent belief in our dreams.

People say: "The first day was a mint, cool and sweet;" The next day was a glass of soda, a little sour and a little sweet; The third day is a cup of espresso. Only by savoring it carefully will you find the mellow taste in bitterness. "

When I was in the first grade, I always felt far away from the third grade, but in a blink of an eye, I stood in front of the third grade and walked into the door with tension and curiosity. They said: "the third grade is an ocean of knowledge, and we are just a boat;" The third grade is a new challenge, and we are the destroyers of the challenge; The third grade is a manager who has always insisted on faith. We are the masters of the third grade! "Grade three, I'm coming!

No matter what problems you give me or what powerful obstacles you send me, I will always be their nemesis. Even if I am hurt and frustrated, I always believe that my persistence will usher in the light of victory.

Grade three, I'm coming! I remember the teacher said, "the time of grade three is very urgent, but you also have a period of time in your heart, and that is your own time." We used to say that there was no time and time was deprived. But now, I won't say that. I will say, "the time in our hearts is the time for our own struggle, and it is how to use other time to consolidate after knowing a certain knowledge point." I will not give in and I will not give up.

Grade three, I'm coming! Yes, I'm here. I am here to fight for my goals and dreams. I will create a dream future; I will collect the treasure of knowledge; I will break the thorny grass. Deep night, blue sky and strong wings make me brilliant!

In the third grade, no matter how tough and difficult you are, you will eventually be conquered by me, trampled under my feet and become a stepping stone to my success.

The third day is coming. Are you still in the middle of nowhere You can't see clearly in the fog. Seeing flowers in the fog can only stay in a small range of colors. Confused, I hate being confused now. Do you think I appreciate the color of flowers like this or go further to smell the flowers? Should I give myself room for improvement? It's the third grade, and you can still look like mud?

In the next 200 days, what I should change is my learning attitude and concept. I know, I know what the tears in my eyes are every time, and I know what the smile after the storm is. This road is destined to be bumpy and difficult. However, isn't this also proportional? When you get awards, honors and good grades, you pay sweat, energy and time. Isn't this proportional? What do you want for people who get something for nothing, flowers, champagne or rewards? That's great. God is fair, and only by giving can you gain.

I told myself that opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared, and I want to be a prepared person. Because, I won't give up, I don't believe that only one attitude is needed from good to bad. Is it so difficult to go from bad to good? The only thing that persists is the spirit of faith!

It is necessary to learn the main contents and central points of a class through self-study before class, so as to keep up with the pace of teachers and achieve better results. 2. According to the teacher's teaching process, the internal relationship and difficulty of the textbook itself, from easy to difficult, do more exercises. 3. If you don't understand the question, mark it first. If you have time, think independently first. If you still can't solve it, ask the teacher or classmates. 4. Arrange the study tasks reasonably, don't waste time, and let the study proceed in an orderly way. 5. Review after class. Reciting and memorizing can be repeated every 5 minutes, 30 minutes, 1 hour, 1 day, 1 week, half a month, 1 month. No matter how hurried the time is, you can't copy your homework. You would rather hand it in late than copy it.

It's the third grade, and I will work harder and harder. Because, I understand, it only takes a blink of an eye for people to go from hard work to laziness, but when you understand, you need to pay, because you need to start all over again.

On the third day, I came to the fifth article of the composition, "Yangchun begins from winter to Sunday, eating more nuts such as almonds, walnuts, hazelnuts and peanuts, and eating less sugar, fat and salt." Listening to the magnetic sound on the car radio, I felt that I was taken to that warm winter night.

"65438+February 22, the solstice of winter is coming." I think, look at the pedestrians wrapped in coats outside the window, and the leaves on the ground are ups and downs by the wind. I thought, "Winter is really coming."

Recall a night a few years ago. On the way to school, my mother and I walked through one alley after another, and the wind filled all the alleys, whirring. Wrapped in a thick cotton-padded jacket, I clumsily followed my mother. Looking at her with a bag of jiaozi and a bag of jiaozi in her hand, I couldn't help asking, "Mom, why did you buy jiaozi and jiaozi?" Mother rubbed her hands and said, "I heard that I wanted to eat glutinous rice balls and jiaozi on the solstice in winter, so I bought some." Then if mom didn't listen to others, maybe today is an ordinary day. Indeed, for my hometown, the winter solstice is not regarded as a festival, but a solar term-the middle of winter. It can be said that the winter solstice has no concept in our hearts.

"Tangyuan!" I looked at my mother excitedly and jumped for joy. Looking up at the tree, I saw that the leaves were yellowish, but they were still thick. It fiddled with its hands and danced in the winter wind.

Since then, I have added a pair of words in my memory-"Tangyuan, winter solstice."

When I got home, my mother washed jiaozi and jiaozi with cold water, then put them aside to thaw, urging me to call my father and ask him to come back. Without stopping, she took out her mobile phone from her pocket and sent a message to her brother in Guangzhou: "Happy winter. Put on more clothes and don't catch cold. " Then, mom went to cook again.

She is busy, but she looks satisfied. Why? I don't know, either.

Tangyuan is ready, jiaozi is ready, and Dad is home. We pulled out our chairs, sat down and ate in the warm heat of dumplings, surrounded by dumplings, very happy and satisfied. At this time, my mother's mobile phone screen lit up: my brother's reply. A few words floated on the screen: "mom, happy winter!" " I took a bite of glutinous rice balls, and the sugar in them flowed out and into my heart. I seem to understand the meaning of solstice winter.

I looked on the balcony and saw a bright moon like Shimada Hanzo's yolk in the clouds. This is a reunion.

My thoughts came back. What shall we eat this winter, jiaozi?