Say goodbye to the 700-word composition in Grade Three.

Farewell to the third grade composition: 700 words and 5 articles.

As time goes by, everything will go up in smoke. And disappear, this cold word from beginning to end, contains too many unspeakable helplessness and disappointment. You see, just like our colorful junior high school life in the past three years, it passed quickly. The following are five 700-word essays I compiled for you, hoping to help you!

Say goodbye to 700 words 1 in the third grade composition, flowers bloom and fall, prosperity is always there, and love is warm. When the autumn wind blows, life will cycle again, and you and I will say goodbye again. However, farewell is not a kind of rebirth, without too many regrets, just to bloom silently.

Old man Time has set the time machine back. It was a sunny afternoon, not as gloomy as before, but with an indescribable sense of comfort. Sunlight entered the room unscrupulously through the glass window and filled the whole room like water. I lay quietly on my desk, staring at the potted flowers in front of me. Petals seem to be coated with a layer of silver by the sun, while the green leaves are more like green cloth just coming out of the dye vat, and the juice is dripping. I tried to see the top of the flower, but I didn't expect to be turned back by the strong sunshine when I looked up. I can't help but say bitterly, "ruined my interest." See how I punish you. " As I spoke, I suddenly closed the curtain, but the sunshine slipped in a little bit, so I had to follow her.

Outside the window, the mottled sunlight passes through the cracks in the trees, forming dots, flying and stumbling on the road, as if lamenting the withering of the last leaf in autumn. My heart is very excited. I think it's time for the potted flowers on the table to say goodbye to the world. But now, it is still trying to bloom and bloom its own beauty. There is only a trace of regret and helplessness in my heart. After all, life and death in the biological world have long been doomed, and we have to obey. The good times didn't last long. A few days later, I looked at this potted flower in front of me. The delicate and bright petals have already become dim and yellow, and they have withered. I don't know, with the petals dying, my heart is also crying. Pale yellow stems and leaves have long been sluggish and have lost their original vitality a few days ago. My expression froze instantly, and tears could not help flowing down, blaming nature, autumn and potted flowers in front of me. Why does beauty always leave me? At the moment I shed tears, I saw it, and I saw the touching scene that the flowers were still blooming and breathing a few days ago. I suddenly understood that the touching' blooming' was bought with endless darkness. It did not wait and see, did not hesitate, and decisively chose to say goodbye, just to bloom its own beauty in the world. Tears welled up in my eyes and flowed into my mouth.

It is true that this flower's life is bitter, but it has produced the sweetest and most beautiful flower. In order to explain its responsibility, it only exchanges endless darkness for the blooming of filar silk. Maybe it is just a flower, but it has blossomed all spring and all over the world. Tears rolled down like beads and I licked them with my dry tongue. "Sweet ... turned out to be sweet ..." I finally understood the secret hidden in the farewell.

Times have changed. Now, in the face of dazzling sunshine, I have no wait and see, and I have no hesitation. I just opened the curtains decisively to meet my challenges and setbacks. Even if you say goodbye, you should leave with the most beautiful posture.

Say goodbye to the third grade composition 700 words 2

Graduation is the story of millions of summers, the story of millions of people, the story of millions of different summers, and the same is just farewell. -inscription

We, who are aging before we get old, try to open our muddy eyes in the sea of books and gradually come to the end of junior high school. The sunshine in early summer is still bright and even hot, and our turbid eyes gradually become clear with time, but after being clear, they are caught off guard by the sudden separation.

We said goodbye to many things this year. Farewell to the groping in the plastic field, weekend leisure, favorite TV games, and … all these are for the final senior high school entrance examination, but before the senior high school entrance examination comes, we still need to face farewell.

Recently, there is a trend of "classmate record" in the class. Although the old class banned it, the alumni record spread underground with lightning speed. Colorful classmate records are passed on to each classmate, and everyone tries to leave their own shadow on that small piece of paper. But it seems that paper is short-lived.

Before the lecture, teachers in all subjects will say something about graduation and hard work, which we all know, but we still like listening and are not bored at all. Sometimes we wish the teacher could speak a little more, because we all know that we can't hear without listening.

Whether graduation means never seeing each other again is still unknown, but I only know that we are all sad for graduation at present. Four years passed in the blink of an eye, and we once complained that four years were too long. On the playground of the campus, we are sweating for the physical examination. There are noisy voices in the corridor of the teaching building and drowsiness in the classroom. I still remember that the small toilet is the place where we often go, and the place where we tell little secrets; I still remember that it was popular to play with water guns for a while, and they were all wet; I still remember that the first thing in the morning is to ask around who has finished his homework, and then copy it ... It seems that youth is like this: always full of energy, having endless words, remembering a lot of things, and always leaving early.

We will fly around like scattered dandelions, rooted in the earth, but not together. We will say goodbye in ten days. I remember a passage in The Reader. Haizi said: We all want to travel far away and bid farewell to our immature selves. Farewell is an ascetic road to growth. "Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to believe this book." This is a spoony farewell between Lu You and Tang Wan. "I don't argue with anyone, and I don't care who I argue with. My hands are baking the fire of life to keep warm. The fire has withered and I am ready to go. " This is Mr. Jiang Yang's calm and detached farewell to the world. Yes, we are all facing farewell. Youth is a farewell. We meet here and then fly away. But I firmly believe that where there is parting, there is reunion.

Come on! Try hard to take the senior high school entrance examination and draw a perfect end to our junior high school memory. All good things must come to an end. When will you come here? Don't hesitate to come. Life is once in a blue moon, only parting.

Say goodbye to the third grade composition 700 words 3

I'll send you away, thousands of miles away. I overheard this song yesterday, but I want to say goodbye to you today.

When girls grow up slowly, there will always be several girlfriends who play well. The graduation line of junior high school seems to be a dividing line, which separates you and me in two identical but different worlds-I was admitted to high school, but if you didn't, you wouldn't have stepped into the campus. So during the summer vacation, I was busy studying, but you were busy looking for a job. I start school and you start work.

I like to visit you at the tea shop where you work on weekends. We are as close as ever. In an instant, all the scenes of junior high school in the past were replayed in my mind like movies-when we were training for long-distance running together and were out of breath but still cheering for each other; When we discuss the topic together, we argue endlessly about a topic and are eager for the teacher to think; When we went home together, when you told me to be careful when riding home at the farewell fork ... we talked about this scene funny and angry.

We all want to freeze time in the past so that we can be together forever. But all good things must come to an end.

Suddenly one day, I received your letter-"I'm leaving this city to work elsewhere. If I have time this afternoon, I'll come to see you at school." Maybe time is too short to give you enough things, so you leave in a hurry, or maybe you finally decide not to see me again, for fear that you will be too sad when you leave. I waited for you for a long time this afternoon, but I haven't seen you. I thought, maybe you want our memories to stay in a happy moment.

No matter why you don't want to see me, I really want to see you again and say goodbye to you. But I clearly remember that the flattery that day only warmed you and me, and it was not suitable for farewell at all; I remember that night after class, I ran a lot of laps on the playground alone. Even though I was sweating, no one called me again. I remember wandering around the tea shop where you used to work again and again, eager for you to hand me another cup of hot milk tea; I remember one day, I sat alone by the river, picked a wicker and threw it into the river. I hope I can float into your hands and keep you ... what I remember, you can't know, you can't remember.

"However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor." I gradually stopped feeling sorry for your departure, because I know that you are doing well and won't worry me. I won't forget our agreement-I must go to college, you must save enough money to study, then take the college entrance examination and go to college.

It is said that all parting is just for the next better meeting.

With this sum, I bid you farewell with my heart. My horizon and the corner of your land will be full of grass and blue sky.

Say goodbye to the third grade composition 700 words 4

After an intermittent autumn rain, the weather suddenly turned cold. Overnight, the leaves of the phoenix tree have changed from light green to lifeless yellow, and the leaves fall from the tree and rustle when they step on it. This voice seems to tell me that autumn is coming.

Walking in the park, the north wind blew with a whimper, and a burst of sadness came to my mind. Looking in all directions, the once green and tall poplars are now withered and have no vitality. The fallen leaves have covered the earth with a thick golden blanket. In summer, colorful wildflowers wither and weeds become very dry, which makes people feel that autumn is so monotonous. Walking on the small wooden bridge, listening to the rhythmic sound of "click, click, click" on the wooden bridge, I can't help thinking of Teacher Zhang who used to teach us dance.

Time goes back to last summer, and Teacher Zhang took over our class. Teacher Zhang is very strict. In the first class, he made us do intensive training, taught us a lot of new moves, and he has been guiding us. Teacher Zhang is a humorous teacher. She often tells us jokes before class, which makes us laugh. The students feel so relaxed and happy in class that we all like her.

Recalling the past, a piece of dead wood fell into the water with a bang, which brought my thoughts back. I walked on, and a north wind hit me head-on, and the leaves shook down one after another, as if to show me the way forward. Walking along the path with mottled leaves, a small pavilion suddenly appeared in front. Standing in the pavilion, it seems that all the noise outside has left me. This is a "new world" that belongs to me. Looking out from the probe, a row of geese appeared in the blue sky. They lined up to fly south, and I once again fell into deep memories.

This summer, Mr. Zhang is responsible for guiding us to participate in the dance competition. We have to train for a long time every day. Teacher Zhang is considerate of us and lets us have a proper rest. The time is getting closer and closer to the competition, and our rehearsal is getting more and more tense. Teacher Zhang told us to relax, not to be nervous, to show our true level, and to get good grades. And promised to give each of us a box of manual stickers as long as we won the gold medal. They cheered for us before we came on stage. We are all encouraged. Finally, we really won the gold medal, and Teacher Zhang fulfilled his promise. Everyone is very happy. However, not long after, Mr. Zhang left the city for other reasons and went to work in other places, so he could not continue to teach us ... We were all very sad.

Walking out of the park, a cold evening breeze wrapped my whole body, and the afterglow of the sunset reflected on the signboard of the park, which reminded me of Teacher Zhang again. Teacher Zhang, although we may not have a chance to meet again, your expectations for me will always be in your heart, and you will try to do better and better.

Say goodbye to the third grade composition 700 words 5

"Hurry up and pack up, the moving company is coming!" Mom's reminder reminds me of what I have to do today. In a few hours, I will move out of this house and live in a new home near the junior high school where I am going.

So I stood up and said goodbye to my old house.

I went into the bedroom and slept in the big bed for six years. As usual, I lay quietly and peacefully, occupying more than half of the bedroom. I couldn't help sitting on the bed, which was as soft and warm as ever. There are my favorite pink flower quilts and light blue dolphin pillows on the bed. How reluctant I am to give up, give me a bed to soothe my soul. Whenever I am alone at home at night, I often have doubts because of some troubles. At this time, I always quickly and decisively got into bed and wrapped myself in a quilt, so all the ghosts were blocked outside the quilt, and I curled up in the quilt to dispel my inner doubts with sureness and warmth.

Goodbye, my bedroom, my bed.

Gently close the bedroom door, I walked into the "study". Because the place is small, my desk is placed on the closed balcony, so the balcony naturally becomes my study. Light yellow solid wood desk, neither tall nor short, was specially chosen by my father for me. Kitty's cat sticker on the wall in front of the desk blinked and smiled at me. Under the glass counter of the desk, there are photos that record my growth process: photos with my kindergarten classmates, photos at Disneyland, photos of participating in the Silver City Tinker Bell performance ... There are still a lot of test questions and colorful diaries piled up on the desk. How sad I am, and how many days of joy and struggle have I recorded in my study? I went straight to the study after I got home. In the sunshine, I picked up a pen, filled in the answers I had mastered on the test questions, drew some beautiful girl soldiers when my parents weren't paying attention, or wrote down my troubles and happiness in my diary. Sometimes, the wind can't help but be curious, get in through the window and turn over my pages.

Goodbye, my study, my growth notes.

Next to the "study" is the kitchen, and grandpa is the protagonist of the kitchen. Music played by pots and pans always rings in the kitchen at dinner time. Cook me a delicious kitchen. I'm so sad I turned on the tap and felt the coolness of the water again. In the pool, there are always all kinds of ingredients, tomatoes are the most. One by one, the red and round tomatoes were taken out of the pool by my grandfather, quickly cut into pieces and stir-fried with eggs in the pot, almost into sauce. Time and time again, I watched my grandfather holding a big iron pot with mirth and pouring rich red sauce and golden eggs into the plate. The small kitchen is full of the smell of eggs and the sweetness and sourness of tomatoes.

Goodbye, Yinchi, goodbye, my kitchen and the day when I ate scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

When I went downstairs, my grandmother planted Toona sinensis swaying on the grass, and pink raspberries were hidden in the grass. I got into the parting carriage and looked out of the window, and the yellow and white figure of the old house gradually faded away.

Goodbye, old house. Farewell, my six-year childhood disappeared with you.