Pinwei junior high school composition

No matter in school or in society, everyone will always come into contact with composition. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is my carefully arranged composition for Grade Three, hoping to help everyone.

Taste Every woman has a taste endowed by heaven and earth, which is presented differently at different ages. This smell is closely related to the wisdom, experience, preferences and interests of all different ages. You can know a woman by smelling her fragrance.

From birth, every girl has a peculiar smell. It's blood mixed with breast milk. /kloc-after pregnancy in October, the girl gave it new vitality. This smell is strong but not pungent, and it is a kind of fragrance that is constantly emitted from the blood. It has the richness of breast milk, the fragrance of grass and the freshness of soil.

Later, under the influence of time, the taste of breast milk faded and evaporated. Instead, it's a girlish smell.

The growth of puberty hormones has added a fragrance of Longjing before the rain to girls. This fragrance is sometimes full of sports and sometimes full of books. It is the freshness of dew in the morning and the evaporation of sunshine in the afternoon. This is not a strong, ancient taste, but belongs to the fragrance of lemon and green tea. It lacks the strong attraction of a girl, but it is also very moving, adding a fresh fragrance.

The fragrance of lemon will not fade, but it will also be stained with floral fragrance, which is another gesture. This feminine fragrance can change at most. There can be the charm of roses, the richness of jasmine and the coldness of plum blossoms. It is like an invisible rope in the air, inadvertently, gripping.

The strongest, of course, is the old wine. The more you drink, the more intoxicating you are, and the more charming you smell. Older women, like old Pu 'er, have experienced "things are different" and "it is difficult for the sea to touch water". Their rich experiences are like Pu 'er tea, and the longer they get, the more intoxicating they become. Their elegant posture in front of people is like the fragrance, precipitation, calmness and sophistication of wood. This kind of fragrance is the most rare, like Tannvhong, which is brewed well, and then the wine is overflowing. If diluted, it will only smell of vinegar.

Different scents are the presentation of life. The beginning is doomed, and the end is up to you.

As the days passed, the new year came slowly. It's the end of the year in a blink of an eye, and the new year is coming. The flavor of the year is getting stronger and stronger.

But I don't understand what the annual flavor is, and I don't understand which day is the heaviest! So I went to ask my parents and grandparents.

Dad told me that every time before the Chinese New Year, people have to buy new year's goods. There must be a kind of food in the new year's goods, and this kind of food is rice cake. Many people say that rice cakes symbolize the New Year. Maybe there is a smell of Chinese New Year in the rice cake. And the last time of the year is New Year's Eve.

My mother told me that the best time should be from the age of 30 to the first day of junior high school. On the thirtieth night, people should celebrate the New Year, which can show that they are reluctant to part with the past year and have hope for the new year. At 0: 00, every household will set off fireworks to celebrate the past year and the arrival of a new year. I wish the adults good results in the new year, and I also wish the children to make progress every day in their studies in the new year. On the first day, that is, the Spring Festival, people should put on new clothes and eat good food. On this day, they must eat fish, jiaozi, persimmons, oranges and apples. Because fish stands for "more than enough every year", jiaozi stands for "reunion", persimmon stands for "all the best", orange stands for "good luck" and apple stands for "peace". Maybe the flavor of the year is hidden in the food. The heaviest time of the year may be New Year's Eve and Spring Festival.

Grandpa told me that during the Spring Festival, every adult who goes to other people's homes to pay New Year greetings will give their children a red red red envelope, and the adults in that family will also give them a red envelope. Moreover, the red envelopes given by adults can't be given to elders, but completely to themselves. This custom is children's favorite custom. Maybe the flavor of the year is hidden in the red envelope. Perhaps the heaviest time of the year is when you get a red envelope.

Grandma told me that during the Spring Festival, some adults go out to pay New Year greetings, and some children go out to "pay New Year greetings", but this is a unique custom here. Every child goes to a family to say "Congratulations on getting rich", and that family will give the child a small gift, such as a cup of milk tea, some biscuits, some sweets and so on. Maybe the smell of New Year is hidden in the gift. Maybe it's time to receive gifts and send congratulations when the taste of the year is the heaviest.

On New Year's Eve and Spring Festival, there are many activities that make us very happy. I firmly believe that the flavor of the year must be hidden in these two days, but we can't see it and can't find it.

But we can feel it. Because it's just a feeling, there is no entity. She also exists only in our hearts, in our filial piety to our parents. I hope everyone can feel it well. I wish you all good grades, progress in your studies, all your wishes come true and all the best in the new year.

My classmates always ask me, "What's the smell of fingers? Why do you always like licking your fingers? "

I smiled and said, "the taste of fingers is the taste of fingers!" " No matter what he smells. "

Therefore, in recent years, finger sucking has become a bad habit that I can't quit, and it is useless to be admonished by teachers and parents. I don't like how delicious fingers are. I'm just used to that feeling. Maybe it's childish, but anyway, I feel comfortable sucking my fingers and it won't hinder your business.

However, something unexpected happened in the sky. In a Chinese class, I did the same thing again, putting my finger in my mouth. However, before long, the teacher suddenly growled, "XXX, why are you eating your fingers again?" Spit it out "My friend started snickering, and I took out my hand disapprovingly. As soon as the teacher turned around, I put my hand in my mouth sweetly and enjoyed the tenderness.

However, the teacher unfortunately discovered my "crime" and glared: "XXX, what's wrong with you? How many times have I told you, why are you licking your hand? Do you have a memory? "

I quickly took my hand out, but I didn't expect the teacher to fly into a rage: "How old are you? Only babies of three or four years old lick their hands. What about you? " Are you still sitting in the crib and nursing? "

My face began to coquettish, and my classmates all laughed. I looked down and dared not look. I thought what happened to the teacher today. Unexpectedly, the teacher continued to attack: "You don't look at your hands either, they are dirty, and you can lick them for a long time. Is it disgusting? Next time, eat with a piece of chalk in your hand. Clean, or copy the text directly and do manual work. This is a long memory. Anyway, you take care of your hands so well. "

Laughter in the world is getting higher and higher, with contempt, disgust and ridicule, even good friends are no exception. I'm so ashamed. I wish a bomb could blow up the world. The whole class is pointing, pointing at my mouth, pointing at my hand and stabbing my heart. I seem to hear the sound of heartbreak. I hold my hand tightly, trying to chop it off so that my classmates can forget what just happened.

I buried my head, a tear broke in ridicule, and at the same time, my self-esteem broke.

At that moment, I suddenly realized that growing up is actually a very sad thing. But I have grown up inexplicably, and I can't lick my hands aboveboard for no reason.

Sometimes I will quietly put my hand into my mouth, savor the familiar taste and enjoy it slowly. Others think I'm hopeless, only I understand, I'm savoring, savoring that little taste.

Taste composition 4 Jianghu, a sacred word. It should contain a little mystery, a little excitement and a little yearning. It is these hazy feelings that attract many people in daydreaming and make them want to go out and enjoy the rivers and lakes. And these people also include me, a girl who loves fantasy.

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The taste of rivers and lakes is a little sweet, getting rid of parents' nagging, teachers' reprimand and homework entanglement. I am like a bird that broke through the cage and flew freely in the sky. A person runs freely on the grass, and finally simply lies on the grass, greedily enjoying the fragrance sent by the grass. I am glad that I can finally eat all the delicious food I have never eaten before in the snack bar; Finally, I can go shopping with my friends without restrictions, and finally I can keep shuttling between various game halls ... It's so beautiful that I think even the air is filled with sweetness. It turns out that the taste of Jianghu is so sweet.

The taste of Jianghu is a little spicy. I've had enough fun, enough madness, and there are few copper coins left. Every day, I think about ways to save money-filling my stomach with steamed stuffed buns and water and staying in the cheapest "inn", but inadvertently, money drips from my fingertips like running water, looking at my shrinking wallet and thinking about my determination to make a name for myself in the Jianghu. So I cheered up and made a great decision for me-to find a "rice bowl", so I took out fifty cents to buy a newspaper, ready to see hope in it. But I only looked at it and was desperate. These bosses are too demanding. They need not only a diploma, but also two foreign languages. But not only did I not graduate from junior high school, but I only knew Chinese and foreign languages in primary school. In a fit of pique, I boldly threw the newspaper into the dustbin and found a job for a day. I feel that everyone has lost weight. Although I want to lose weight, this way is too cruel. So, I'm going to give up steamed buns, and eating noodles won't hurt my stomach. But because I was distracted, I put half a bowl of pepper in a bowl of noodles. I don't want to eat spicy noodles, but I still insist on eating, because I am a good moral boy and always save food. I didn't expect it to be spicy as soon as I entered my heart, and I almost burst into tears. It turns out that the taste of Jianghu is not only sweet, but also a little spicy.

The taste of Jianghu is a little salty. After many twists and turns, I finally settled down and had a place to stay. In the middle of the night, I was awakened by hunger and began to fantasize again. I fantasized that my mother stood in front of me with delicious food and unconsciously recalled the old days: in the morning, after my mother told me to be careful, I went to school; Going home from school, there is a meal cooked by my mother on the table; It's raining, and my father gave me an umbrella. When you fail, have their encouragement; When I succeeded, they sincerely thanked me ... thinking about it, my nose suddenly turned sour, and tears fell down my cheeks to my mouth, salty. It makes me feel that the taste of rivers and lakes also contains salty taste.

Now, I have returned home and returned to the campus. Recalling the days when I was wandering in the Jianghu before, I unconsciously rendered a smile on my mouth. Because I know that the taste of rivers and lakes is not as good as the ordinary and light taste at home.

Taste the freshness and floral fragrance brought by the wind; After the heavy rain, it brought coolness, mixed with the smell of earth. A person's life, sometimes like a gust of wind, sometimes like a rain, but always full of dreams.

Dreams taste sweet. My dream is big or small. My dream is to be a designer, because I like building blocks since I was a child. In the world of building blocks, I can build my own castle and dream in my own castle.

Dreams taste a little bitter. But my dream is not difficult to say, and it is not easy to say. I know that the premise of realizing my dream must be to study hard and get into a good university. This dream of mine is different from others' and needs unique thinking and innovative ability. Therefore, the "castle" I built is unique. I seldom follow the instructions, thinking that people always have to learn to go their own way. Whenever I have time, I often go to various toy stores with this dream. This dream of mine was almost killed in the cradle. When I was a child, my mother always thought I was wasting my time. She always said: Young people don't work hard, but old people are sad. Playing with building blocks is useless to her. However, when I conquered her one by one, she was dumbfounded and reluctantly agreed. So every time I make a new work, I always show it to my mother and ask her to give me some advice and keep innovating. There is no best, only better, my best work is always next.

The taste of dreams sometimes becomes tasteless. Life is long and dreams are doomed to be far away. There is a lyric that says: dreams are always out of reach, "I don't believe it." Although, on the way to taste the dream, sometimes it is tasteless, sometimes it is confused, and sometimes it even wants to give up. But how can you see the rainbow without experiencing the wind and rain, or perhaps "those who can't come wholeheartedly" can "have no regrets", thinking that the taste of dreams has penetrated into their hearts all the way.

That's what dreams taste like. Only when you have tasted bitterness will you know how to cherish sweetness. Only when you taste the sweetness will you have the motivation to continue. Only when you taste tasteless can you taste the last sweetness. Because dreams have a taste, they will guide you when you are confused; Encourage you to stand up when you fall; When you are ready to give up, let you stick to it. My dream of speaking slowly. It thrives and exudes a unique flavor, and it also gives me the ambition of "one day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight up and cross the deep sea". Even if "the road is long and Xiu Yuan is Xi, and Xiu Yuan is Xi", "I will go up and down".

Taste composition 6 "Son, is it snowing in Changsha?" "hmm." "The snow in Changsha will be sprinkled with something to prevent it from freezing. Don't play with snow like you did when you were a child, you will be blind. " "hmm." "Put on more clothes and don't catch a cold." "hmm." The other end of the phone is urgent, and the other end is perfunctory. Hang up the phone, I'm homesick.

My hometown is in a remote town. Home, on a slope, goes downhill when you go out. I remember when I was a child, my handy grandfather made fun of my brother and sister, and made a ski car with a few bamboos and a small bench, each with one hand. My sister and I slipped down the slope, came up and slipped, and played from morning till night. People in the town often meet and are familiar with each other. Several children got together to have a snowball fight and make a snowman. After playing for an afternoon, the adults gathered in a room with a fire pit to keep warm and talked enthusiastically. On the way to school, my sister and I always crush the small ice cubes formed by water, and also lament the strength of people swimming in the river in winter.

Snow, like innocence, is pure and elegant. In big cities, it has become an obstacle, and it is never beautiful.

After four years, it snowed again in Changsha, and the children and the elderly were very happy. Once again, I felt the "creaking" sound of stepping on the snow. The children originally wanted to pick up a piece of snow and knead it into a snowball, but they were stopped by their mother and frightened by the slogan "Potassium salt has been scattered in the snow" on the wall. For the so-called convenience, people shovel the snow clean, leaving only a flat road. Snow is called a dangerous thing (slipping) at school, and the heart that wants to fight with classmates is erased. Children watch cartoons and play with snow on TV, while adults just sit in their own residential rooms and complain about the cold weather.

The phone rang again. "Hello, Dad." "Well, son, the final exam is coming. Study hard, get good grades and go home for the New Year." "hmm." "You should put on more clothes yourself. This weather is too cold. " "hmm" "do you want to eat? Dad will do it for you when you come back. " "No," I closed the book. "Dad, I'm homesick." The voice on the other end of the phone is a teenager's sob, and the voice on the other end of the phone is a big man's cry.

Snowflakes outside the window began to fall again, and several orange light bulbs floated in the night like sleepy teenagers. From the opposite microphone, it seems that another man is crying. A few syllables tried to drill out from under my syllables, and a few snowflakes floated out of the window, flooding the words back. The cold snow melts on the tip of the tongue, but the taste is different from previous years. ...

There is a cupboard of tea in my grandfather's house. There are all kinds of beautifully packaged tea leaves in the small dark brown cabinet. I don't know the packaging, but I thought it was grandpa's collection of art!

Grandpa likes the traditional architecture in China very much. His small yards are all built according to the ancient buildings in China. Red building, blue brick corridor, small courtyard, exquisite everywhere. Grandpa's favorite thing to do is to make a pot of Tieguanyin or Biluochun in his spare time, and sometimes invite some tea friends to have tea together. This life is very pleasant.

Grandpa likes to taste tea by himself and always likes me to drink with him, but I can't calm down. Every time my grandfather asked me to accompany him to drink tea, I felt that the tea was bitter and astringent, and there was no sweet juice to drink. Grandpa laughed at me. "A cow chews peony, which tastes like chewing wax." Although I don't like drinking tea, my grandfather likes all kinds of snacks made of tea, such as tea eggs, tea porridge and tea rice ... Every time I eat my stomach, my grandfather will help me digest it slowly with his rough but warm hands.

Once I failed in the exam and had a big fight with my parents. I had nowhere to vent my grievances, so I ran to my grandfather's house in a rage. Grandpa opened the door and found it was me. He said quickly, "What's the matter? Who bullied my granddaughter? " I told the story to my grandfather, who said to me, "Grandpa, let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a middle-aged man who had a rough life, was down and out, and everything went wrong, but his ambitions were nowhere to be put to use. An extremely disappointed middle-aged man asked a college student for advice. Middle-aged people are invited to tea at the university. The first time I made tea with warm water, middle-aged people felt very bitter. The second time he used boiled water to make tea, and middle-aged people felt sweet to quench their thirst; College students say to middle-aged people, isn't life like this? Those who have a pleasant journey will stagnate when they encounter difficulties, and those who have a bumpy journey will March forward when they encounter difficulties, because everything has long been used to it. Middle-aged people are deeply inspired by this. When he is old, he is already a big official, and his children and grandchildren are full. "

"After the story is finished, grandpa will tell you a new truth. Life is like tea. Only after countless processes and painstaking efforts can people taste the mellow tea. " Grandpa seems to have been intoxicated with the taste of tea when he said this. I looked at grandpa, speechless. I don't know when there are more and more wrinkles on his face. In the past, his gray hair turned silvery white, his eyes were not as clear as before, and his straight posture became slightly wobbly. I was a little surprised. It turns out that my grandfather is old. Although the years have taken away grandpa's youth, they have made him like a cup of tea that has gone through countless processes, leaving traces of the years and a faint fragrance of tea.

Whenever I am frustrated, my grandfather's words always echo in my ears, encouraging me, rekindling my fighting spirit and letting me face the unknown difficulties bravely. Grandpa and his tea made me understand that life is like a cup of tea, which is bitter first and then sweet. How can you enjoy it without tempering and tasting?

When I was 8 years old, I always liked to eat sweet and sour pork ribs cooked by my mother. The sweet and sour taste still makes my mouth water. At that time, I was ignorant. I only know that delicious food can satisfy my hunger for food, but I don't know that happiness also has its metaphor and connotation: acid and sweetness in life are relative, giving is bitter, and success is sweet; Giving up is bitter, getting is sweet; In this final sprint, learning is bitter, but the thin but heavy admission book is sweet. Reading on my desk in the dark, the stars blinked in the silent night, the words on the paper seemed to beat with the lights, and the strong coffee smell on the table enveloped the whole room and warmed my heart ... Who said it was dark? Who said it was pain?

The third day is the same: sweet and sour!

Maybe it's because we have grown up, maybe it's because we are about to separate, maybe it's because of "Grade Three" ... There are always some subtle feelings between us in Grade Three, even if it's only for a moment, even if; But it really existed, the taste of third grade _ composition. It is so beautiful that I can't describe it in words.

Memorial wall

There were 46 blank sheets of paper under the blackboard at the back of the classroom, but we spent a noon to enrich them. That noon, we wrote it down by heart; Bless our classmates and thank those who have laughed at us or hurt us. We boldly use nicknames to write down our words to teachers (we were friends at that time), our ideals and goals. That wall is a witness to the friendship we have established through three years of feelings, a commemoration of three years, and a symbol of our existence in this classroom for three years.

That afternoon was the relaxation of the exam, not the rest before the exam. Men and women stand or sit by the bed, and there seems to be a faint fragrance of flowers in the oncoming wind. We talked and laughed, talked about everything, talked about ideals, confided in each other, and fought against each other (everyone knows that this is just a joke, or hitting others, or laughing at ourselves). Under the pressure of grade three and last semester, we haven't been so happy for a long time, and we have never been so honest. That afternoon, with the fragrance of flowers, we smiled brilliantly.

The third grade is fleeting, and three years of hard work is only for the bloom of a senior high school entrance examination! Work hard, let's create our own beautiful memories, even if it's only a moment, in the last remaining time of Grade Three. Gradually understand that the original moment and forever are the same.

The third-grade taste, like unprocessed green olives, is astringent and bitter, which makes me almost want to vomit, but after a while, it is sweet. I will remember the sweetness after crying. The third grade tastes like lemon, but it is sour and fragrant. The taste of the third grade, like a faint floral fragrance, is fascinating but elusive, which is why it attracts us deeply, not my obsession.

One spring a few years ago, I accidentally got two small poplars. I witnessed their growth and their departure, and I experienced various tastes. In fact, plants also have an intriguing taste.

Poplar trees were very small when they first came to our community, only as thick as my fingers and a head shorter than me. I have no place to put them, so I have to plant them on this desolate lawn full of bricks and stones. Seeing that they are so weak and can only take root in such an environment, my heart is a little sour and I feel a little sorry for them.

However, the vitality of poplar is unexpected. Shortly after Arbor Day, they grew leaves and thrived faster than people thought. It was not until all the leaves fell out in the first winter that I realized that they were taller than me! They are probably the most tenacious fast-growing poplars.

After a long winter, spring finally came, but the poplars were slow to move. I'm really worried about whether they froze to death. But on one day in April, all the new buds bloomed! Poplar survived, my heart is sweet, I am excited for them to survive! I firmly believe that in the future, there will be no extreme weather that can stump poplar trees!

Year after year, I have to respect them. In the sunshine and breeze, Yang Shu held his head high, holding countless green rain umbrellas, shaking, rustling, rustling, smiling at me and singing for me. At this moment, I felt a vigorous upward force, rising from a corner of the deserted lawn, blocking the line of sight and pointing to the sky, and nothing could stop it.

Whenever the storm comes, the poplar keeps shaking and even nearly falls down. But once the storm abated, he stood up again. Even if you break him in the middle, he won't bend down to avoid it. He will break in two and lie flat on the ground. Relying entirely on nature and fighting against nature, the life of poplar is full of bitterness, and in this bitterness, I feel a strong and unyielding integrity, which is unique to poplar and not available to other trees!

However, this is a memory. Now, poplars no longer exist and have been cut down by residential property staff for various reasons. Every time I think of his depravity, my heart is full of ups and downs, like knocking over a five-flavored bottle, ups and downs come together: however, he has fallen in my eyes, but he is still rooted in my heart.

There is love, nostalgia and praise, but more is still a little melancholy. In retrospect, Poplar grew up with me. From planting them to sprouting and growing leaves, leaves return to their roots, year after year, just as it happened yesterday. I will never forget the poplar, and the poplar has left me forever. what can I say?

For this article, I call on people to protect every grass and tree around us, protect these plants, let green beautify our environment and purify our hearts!

Sweet, sour, bitter, salty and concentrated, which is also the unique taste of plants.