Eight selected compositions on the way to school in grade three 100.

On the way to school 100 1

Early in the morning, I was awakened by Rinrin's alarm clock, got up, washed, and then went

Eight selected compositions on the way to school in grade three 100.

On the way to school 100 1

Early in the morning, I was awakened by Rinrin's alarm clock, got up, washed, and then went to school. I can't forget that touching scene on my way to school.

Grandpa and I skipped along the sidewalk and came to the crossroads in front. A blind man was still walking on the road when the red light just went out. At this time, the bus is speeding past the blind man, which is in danger of hitting him. At this critical moment, a 17-year-old sister flew over and pushed the blind man through the danger zone like lightning. Her feet are only a few centimeters from the steering wheel. What a close call! The bus creaked and slowed down. The driver saw that it was okay and drove away slowly. I was moved by that elder sister's desperate spirit. Looking at my sister's distant back, I sincerely admire her.

Just after the red light, I suddenly heard a bang. A dark blue electric car stopped at the corner of the road. While passers-by were still numb, a young brother flew to the front. The man is still in a coma. The big brother quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed 120. A quarter of an hour later, the ambulance arrived and carried the injured to the hospital on a stretcher. The car drove away with a siren.

Although these two things are small things in life, they really make me look like the greatest things. My sister and brother in small things are examples worthy of my study. Their image just now seems to be much higher, and they are simply giants with indomitable spirit.

On the way to school for third grade composition 100 2

? On a sunny day on the way to school, the air is fresh and people are more energetic. Riding my car and walking on the tree-lined road is really a different kind of enjoyment. Naughty leaves on the ground are dancing wildly. I don't want to disturb them, so I won't let my bike run over them. The front wheel is a clever boy, always following my instructions, deftly turning left and right, avoiding the enthusiastic leaves. However, the rear wheel is a bit clumsy, and it is all on the fallen leaves.

There is some scattered sunlight on the ground. I think you can feel the sunshine when you step on it. Unexpectedly, they were ready and laughed and jumped over me. Forget it, just let it do a trampoline. Looking up, it seems that a wonderful open-air stage has formed in the sky. A few drops of sunlight leaked through the cracks in the plane leaves. When the wind blows, they blink happily. That's the golden flash on the stage. The leaves falling in the air are actors. When the autumn wind blows, the actors dance passionately.

Their wonderful performance drew applause-it was from the plane leaves. They clapped their hands regardless of the danger. Some of them accidentally slipped and joined the dance, singing and laughing. Walking out of the tree-lined road, you can completely put yourself into the sunshine. "Everything grows on the sun." She looked at me warmly in Yang Yang and felt so comfortable. The river is sparkling, just like the daughter of the sun, sprinkling delicate makeup on her mother. Of course, her mother agreed and carefully painted every ripple of her daughter gold. Her daughter was very happy and proudly showed her new clothes to everyone who passed by. Mother Sun smiled. Unconsciously, I have arrived at school, and I am waiting for school to finish, so that I can enjoy the beautiful scenery in the sunset again.

On the way to school for the third grade composition 100 3

Sunny morning, fresh air, this moment is the beginning of a beautiful and interesting day; On the way to school, I eat delicious bread and delicious milk, which is the best time of the day.

Not far from the school, under construction, the air is not fresh at all, and the road is uneven. Walking, I saw several workers wearing rags and holding steel pipes and said, "If you don't give us money today, we will smash your door." The doorman opened the door. They rushed in, kicked the door of the boss's office and gave him a good beating. They said loudly, "You didn't give us last year's salary until now. You want to fool us. " The boss said, "Next week." The worker said, "If we don't pay last year's salary next week, we will resign. It's up to you. We won't spare you if you lose a point. " The workers left, so I looked at my watch and hurried into the school. I felt sorry for them at first, but I hated their behavior when I saw them smoking another cigarette, throwing up everywhere and urinating on the construction fence.

In my impression, construction workers are great and respectable, because their hard work has brought high-rise buildings and convenient transportation in the city. But today I saw the behavior of these workers: domineering, rough and low quality, which gave me a new understanding of construction workers.

Do I sympathize with them or hate them? I am thinking that they have built our beautiful city with hard-working hands, so we should also use our civilized behavior to change and influence their uncivilized behavior, so that they can be integrated with our city and become a family one day.

On the way to school for third grade composition 100 4

With the alarm of "Little Apple" ringing in the morning, I slowly opened my eyes, had a big stretch and opened the curtains. I saw the sun rising slowly from the horizon, the sun shining all over the earth, and the East was full of colors. It was another brand-new day.

Walking out of the house, I heard happy birds chirping in the branches, grass swaying in the wind, leaves on the trees waving to me, beautiful flowers smiling at me, and the breeze blowing gently on my face, cool and comfortable.

On the road next to me, cars come flying from time to time. There are many students and adults coming and going, as well as grandparents wearing sanitation overalls. I saw that some of them swept, some shoveled, and some carts filled with garbage, and they were very busy.

On the way to school, there are many places to sell breakfast. Because it is morning time, some students will have breakfast outside, but the garbage and plastic bags left after breakfast will be thrown on the ground, which is very unsightly and stains the originally clean ground. I don't care about the fruits of sanitation workers' labor at all, and it also pollutes our living environment. At this time, I saw a brother in front, bent down to pick up the garbage thrown on the ground and threw it into the trash can. After reading it, I also picked up the garbage left on the surrounding ground and threw it into the trash can. An old woman who happened to pass by me saw my move and said, "Look, how nice this little classmate is. She knows how to care for the environment. What a good boy! " And asked me if I was a student of Chunhui Primary School. I proudly replied: Yes, I am a student of Chunhui Primary School. After that, I ran to school and began my happy and intense study life.

On the way to school for third grade composition 100 5

In my memory, what an unpleasant thing it was on the way to and from school.

Every morning, I go to school from home half an hour early. Jingguang Road is too difficult to walk. There is an overpass between Baoquan Street and Jingguang Road, but many people just don't want to walk on it. Retrograde caused many people to block at the gate of the railway garden community. I walked on the overpass and looked down, bustling and messy. I thought it would be great if everyone could seriously obey the traffic rules! After school, cars, electric cars, bicycles and all kinds of cars lined up at the school gate, all the way to the door of Hua Fu Street Community, all the way down, scared. One day, an old man took a classmate. Because there were too many cars on the road and too many cars backing up, he was pushed to the ground and almost hit by a bus. It was a close call. There are many people selling things at the school gate, such as fried skewers, ice cream and sticker toys. They put the booth on the sidewalk, and the road is not too wide to cross. At the intersection of Huai Road, although there are traffic lights, not many people take it seriously. When I was waiting for the traffic lights, many people looked at me with strange eyes and then ran the red light regardless. When the green light is on, when I pass the intersection quickly, there are still horizontal bicycles and electric cars shuttling in front. On the way from my home to school, I have been running red lights and going backwards. Traffic safety is very important. There are many traffic accidents almost every day. Whenever I think of the way to school, I am particularly nervous and scared.

Students, please obey the traffic rules on the way to and from school!

On the way to school for third grade composition 100 6

It's almost time to go to school, and I'm walking happily on the side of the school road.

Near the school, I saw a white-haired grandmother. Grandma is carrying a bag of pears made in Huang Chengcheng, which smells delicious. However, I saw a big hole in the bag, and the fruit inside fell out and fell to the ground.

The old woman was anxious: "Oh, what should I do? I fell to the ground? " At this time, I rushed to "Grandma, I will help you pick it up." When I picked it up, I thought, well, where should I put the picked fruit? Oh, yes, my new hat. Xiao Ming thought about it, so he took off his hat and put the fruit he had picked in. He said to grandma, "grandma, all the fruits have been picked." There are so many fruits and they are heavy. Let me take you home. " Grandma smiled happily: "Thank you, little friend, you are really a good boy who is helpful."

I said, "You're welcome, this is what I should do, Grandma. Where is your home? " As she spoke, she picked up the fruit and walked forward. Grandma said, "Well, it's not far ahead. Just go straight ahead." After a while, I went to my grandmother's house. Grandma said, "come on, little friend, this pear is very sweet." One, thank you, or I really can't hold on. " Xiao Ming said, "Thank you, Grandma. I'm going to school. Goodbye. " Grandma said: "Be careful on the road, come and play when you are free!" " "

I waved and said, "ok, I'll come and play when I'm free." Goodbye, grandma. " Grandma said, "Goodbye!

On the way to school for third grade composition 100 7

In the morning, I was still asleep in my dream. Suddenly, the ringing of the telephone woke me up from my dream.

I opened my eyes in a daze. My mother told me to get up and get dressed. I quickly got dressed and put on a red scarf until my mother came back. After a while, mother hurried home. I had a hearty breakfast and hurried downstairs to school. As soon as I went out, I met my sister upstairs. He ran excitedly to ask me questions. She told me that she had signed up for aerobics and cheerleading, just like a twittering bird. She is very happy. I told her a lot of interesting things, and told her that she was very curious about all kinds of events in the first grade triple jump sports meeting and couldn't wait to participate, so we walked and chatted and unconsciously saw the school gate. We said goodbye to our mother happily and walked into the school.

Today's weather is gloomy, but our hearts are very happy. Today must be a beautiful day.

On the way to school for third grade composition 100 8

Thursday this week is a special day, because it is a winter solar term: light snow.

The autumn leaves are swept away, the cold snow is flying, and the pace of time is in a hurry. In a blink of an eye, winter is coming! In early winter, maple leaves are all red. On the way to school, a gust of wind blew and leaves fell like petals. The leaves of poplars, elms and locust trees are all gone, and the bare branches point pitifully to the sky. The once vibrant grass finally failed to support itself, fell dry, or drifted with the wind.

Go to the riverside road and look down. At the lake in early winter, the stormy waves that swept the shore kept rolling and beating against the embankment like snowdrifts.

The cold in winter spreads in every corner, and schools are no exception. The cloudy morning fog is slowly fading and flowing. There are figures in the fog, one, two and three in groups, marching towards the open door of the campus with hearty laughter.

Winter night, the north wind whistling, drizzling, night shrouded the earth. You can't see where there are stars and the moon. On this cold night, the small animals are listlessly hiding in the hole. The frog in the pond and the snake in the tree hole are waiting for Mr. Chun.

No figurative sentence can describe the beauty of winter, and no anthropomorphic sentence can write and draw winter.