Those things in the third grade composition

In our daily study, work and life, everyone has written a composition. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from compressed and concise language that we can understand to developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following are the compositions I have collected since the third grade. I welcome your reference and hope to help you.

My roommates are honest, energetic and dignified China heroes-sorry, that's just what I said when I didn't wake up. ...

Someone asked me, do you hate people who make a mess of their things and lives? I replied indifferently, "That's probably because they are informal ..." Hehe, if I have to speak human words, it's debt! Some people's biggest weapon in this life is their feet! Just one pair of socks a week and turn them over the next day! When he decides to wash socks, if you are lucky enough to be there, you will realize what breathing is like! I really want to stuff him into that bucket of sauerkraut and let him feel breathless!

"Do you think singing roommates are annoying?" Well (expressing hesitation, etc.) ... maybe they are born with a talent for singing. "Please speak human words" Hehe, that's a fart. I just want to make sure he doesn't sing with his ass, okay? If you want to sing like Jay Chou, I don't want to listen, but what you sing is heartbreaking. Love songs make you sing rock and roll, and hip-hop makes you sing folk songs. Your music and PE teacher taught you! If no one has ever said that you sing well, don't say it! Family, why?

Every time I go back to the dormitory, I hear ducks barking. Yes, duck! "Gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung. Forget it, the problem is that you are tired of laughing at jokes here, and he is still laughing. Laughter makes you tremble. We call him Gangxiao!

I prefer handsome roommates. Speak human words? Shame on you! Every time I pick up what I have eaten, such as packaging bags and apple cores, I run to other bedrooms! As for what? Hehe, you will hear a sentence, "Have you ever eaten in a poor family?" God, this is not enough to eat. When I got back to the dormitory, I saw him grabbing the air conditioner there. See who jumps high? Hehe, the teacher who lives below is the referee! "I live in the following don't know? Jump what? Jump? There are monkeys on my head? You'll have to flip the roof! Grab the air conditioner? Why don't you kiss it! " The whole dormitory was criticized collectively. ...

Everyone in our dormitory should have a belt. Why? Ask the pervert! Tear your pants in the toilet, wash your face and tear your pants in bed ... no, it's just their hobby! I have to shit your pants. Look at your little ass. I'll go. What do you want? I'll shake it twice to show you the action, okay?

I can't spit, I am exhausted, and I have written so many hundreds of words. Those things in the bedroom-they drive me crazy!

Those things in grade three, at the beginning of composition 2, we are all children. Finally, I long to be an angel. Ballads in ballads hide the shadow of fairy tales. Children's children, where should they fly-

I met you in the first grade. Your short hair is exquisite and elegant, with a big bow on your head, and you often smile at me. I remember when we first met, you looked at me with round eyes, as if you were particularly curious about everything about me. I smiled at you, you froze for a moment, and then gave me a big smile. In this way, we became good friends.

You are my first friend since my freshman year, and our relationship has always been very good. You study very well. I always ask you questions that I don't understand or can't. You are always so patient and always take care of me, making me feel warm inside.

You are always so kind. Once, we went shopping together, and you took me and said, "What's wrong over there?" I am also out of curiosity, holding your hand to see the crowd. At first glance, it turned out that an old man fell to the ground and no one helped him. I was going to go up, but I didn't expect you to rush out and help the old man up and dial 120, swearing: "You people only know how to watch the fun, it's your life!" After that, the old man took my hand on your irate back and safely put the old man on the ambulance. You stayed with the old man in the hospital for two whole days, and the doctor said you didn't leave until the old man was fine. In those two days, you let me see the real you, kind you.

I entered the second grade. Fortunately, we are still in the same class. At the beginning of school, we saw you sitting there quietly in the new classroom. It was a big hug. We laughed happily. The study career of senior two is obviously much busier than that of senior one. I worry about my homework every day, and you always comfort me when I am depressed. When I feel helpless and want to cry, you always give me a shoulder and a hug, and I gradually start to rely on you.

However, the study life of the second day of junior high school is coming to an end, and you have to go. You have to go to Guangzhou. I held you in my arms and burst into tears all over my skirt. You didn't give up saying goodbye to me. That night, I couldn't sleep, and I would think of the little things we were together. It's so warm and touching. Now, everything has changed. ....

At the beginning, we were all children. Yes, we will grow up eventually, but in this growing journey, everything about you and me will be deeply imprinted in my mind. I'll never forget the days when we walked together!

Those things in the third grade composition 3: When the sun breaks through the horizon, it radiates radiant light, which is a new starting point; When a baby is born, it begins to cry for the first time, which is a new starting point; This is also a new starting point for us to embark on the third-grade train and start a year-long struggle journey!

Perhaps, you will regret wasting time in the past-when you are playing with your classmates, time passes in sweat; When you dance and play games in front of the computer, the time decreases with the increase of game points; When you are immersed in the gripping plot of a novel, time will slip between the lines. ...

Spring comes to Qiu Lai, and the four seasons alternate. Looking back, although we used to be so frivolous and ignorant, those cards that have become memories are stored in the memory of our brains. We don't have to lock ourselves in past mistakes all day, and we don't have to cling to the past endlessly. Look! We stand at a new starting line and the future is just around the corner. A new starting point means a new beginning. We should say to ourselves loudly: "I have forgotten the past and I am looking forward to my future!" " I believe I can do it! ".In this way, let go of the past gently, clear your mind, and meet the challenges of the future with a brand-new attitude.

God is fair to everyone. He gave every student the same time in the third grade. We have no reason to be complacent because we started, because we are all on the same starting line. Only those who can persist to the end can laugh best. Therefore, we must first set a clear and appropriate goal. The goal is the navigation mark, which can guide us forward. Secondly, we should cherish every minute and arrange and use time scientifically and reasonably. People who know how to control time can get twice the result with half the effort, while people who waste time can often get twice the result with half the effort. We should also be more interested and patient in dealing with words and symbols of various themes and overcome all difficulties with perseverance. ...

How many times have I been alone, exploring the clues of Shushan, and how many times have I enjoyed the West Building and appreciated the vastness of Xuehai. We stand at a new starting point, reserve energy and look forward to the future; We stood at the starting line of the third grade, working silently and waiting for the harvest.

If you want to fight the blue sky, you must first become an eagle; If we want to meet the baptism of the storm fearlessly, we must first grow into a towering tree; If you want to lead to the future, you must first break through the third grade!

In those years, I was still a confused girl.

In those years, Class Three was like a Wulin guild hall. Those years, those things. Those familiar faces. Memories of two years are like broken sand, slipping through your fingers inadvertently. Before the senior high school entrance examination, they all planned their own grand blueprint. Those dusty memories are silently played in the player. The lush shade in the college, the fragrance of grass in the sun, and the laughter of physical education class whistling. Mo Xiang in the textbook of the new semester has a group of children with rising youth.

In those years, Class Three was like a Wulin Hall. Sometimes, I get into the role, fantasizing that I am a Liangshan hero and a hero from all walks of life, walking around the rivers and lakes and doing heroic deeds. Holding a sword, he beheaded traitors and thieves. Share experiences with heroes from all walks of life. Eat meat and drink a big bowl. Chivalrous and fearless, walking in rivers and lakes. Hua Mulan joined the army for her father and I fought for the people. In those years, Class Three was like a madhouse. Be serious in class, speak actively, sit like a bell, stand like a pine, and walk like the wind. Class is over, and you dare to catch me talking. In the process of idolization, idolization and infatuation, there is of course a day's office trip. Sadly, I thought about it in the office, and my nagging and complaining made the whole class rotten like a madhouse. You must take a valium alone and keep quiet. In those years, Class Three was like a school bully with a lot of talents. For the senior high school entrance examination, everyone is biting their heads and putting their rare spare time into the senior high school entrance examination. Lang Lang's reading voice spread all over the teaching building, and his fighting spirit never stopped. The horn of reunion has been pounding the front line and the finish line. How can you know the joy of success if you don't work hard? Don't give up when the exam approaches. Math papers, English questions, Chinese recitation and such delicious food didn't turn our appetite.

Those years, those things. The eternal class three can still have several years of reincarnation and several years of beating. It can no longer stand the test of time, in a year's time, we will rush to the direction of our choice! In the next June, I look forward to a successful bloom!

In summer, in the eyes of many people, it is always reminiscent of deep blue water, warm beaches, green trees and flowers, Ge You lying down and watermelon ice. Just my summer, but full of sadness and helplessness.

Zebra, zebra.

Occasionally I heard the sweet voice of 1U singing this slightly sad zebra in 0Q music. Suddenly I remembered a scene: two girls in dark blue school uniforms, shaking their heads and singing out of tune. I don't know who forgot the next lyric, and then another person laughed at her. They came out of my sight singing and laughing. Ah! It's that girl. She is thin and tall. She likes to tie a nifty ball head. Mat volleyball has never exceeded the standard When you laugh, your voice can travel far, and your eyes narrow into a crack, like a cat that steals the smell of fish, quietly complacent. However, this summer, she left our school and moved to her hometown.

Joy and peace.

I like browsing old things. Those things that need a little time are a little more attractive and heavy than ordinary things. This time, I found a postcard. There is a familiar mantra written at the back: joy and peace. I remember, I should say, I never forgot. That young social teacher always has a warm smile on his face and a sweet voice, giving people a chubby feeling. She always leads us through the shackles of time, clears the fog, and witnesses the stories of heart failure and those hidden behind history. But this summer, she stopped teaching us. I want to say that people say that junior high school life is the simplest and purest. It has laughter and tears, the joy of meeting for the first time, and the sadness of leaving. Three years is just a blink of an eye, and some people who have an appointment with their peers leave early. Maybe I will have a sense of identity when I meet you later, but I still want to send a greeting to the girl who sang together in a leisurely afternoon. In a corner of the campus, I met xu teacher. His mouth turned up and he said softly, Hello, teacher.

If you leave, you will meet again, and you will meet new people. Whether I am unfamiliar, familiar with fear, willing to leave, or forced to break up, I will never forget the smiling faces exchanged with the hands I shook. I will take your junior high school dribs and drabs and work hard.

What happened in Grade Three Composition 6 At my dinner table, some interesting things often happen.

We often talk about everything we see. The most talked about is our pet dog Beibei. If I tell you why, you will laugh: This is because Beibei is a greedy dog, and it always asks us for delicious food. Before dinner, it sits straight at the table. If we don't give it something delicious, it will bark. If we still don't give it, it will rub our feet with its body, look at us piteously, climb on us, and make us have to give it delicious food.

Then mother said to us, "Oh, why did our family keep such a dog?" Dad replied, "Yes, how can there be such a greedy dog and a dog that eats?" Eat too much! "At this moment, I said humorously," Eating more is a good thing. Besides, it doesn't matter if we feed it. The dishes cooked at home are delicious and rich. Isn't it good to share it with it? " "But is it ... too fat? Yuanyuan, eat too much! Give it less to eat. " Mom is a little skeptical. Dad's reaction is the fastest at this time. He joked: "It's almost the Spring Festival. We have a Liu Li at home, so we can kill Nian Dog! "Stewed soup must be super delicious!" "What if Uncle Ding knew? Beibei is his dog's baby and his. If he finds out, one of his puppies is given to us, and it is stewed ... Dad, you are finished. " "If we invite him to dinner, he may say that dog meat is delicious and he will cry while eating. What should I do? He is actually quite interesting. " Mom said. "Then I think it's better to let Beibei decide for herself. Beibei, tell me, should dad stew you? Call is a call, and if you don't call, you shouldn't. " I said. Beibei didn't scream. "Hear, dad, beibei didn't make a phone call. Don't stew. "

It's always like this at my dinner table. It's really interesting.