Third grade composition

In ordinary daily life, many people have written essays. With the help of prose, you can vent your emotions and adjust your mood. How to write a good composition? The following are the junior high school compositions I collected for you. Welcome everyone to learn from them, I hope it will help you.

Junior high school composition 1 junior high school three years, short and beautiful, of which "bittersweet" is worth savoring and chewing slowly.

Thinking of teachers, we have too much gratitude to say. If an appropriate metaphor is used to explain it, it is like candle lighting. Teachers are light sources in the dark, burning themselves and illuminating the way forward for us. The teacher taught us a lot of knowledge. She led us to sail in the ocean of knowledge with her clever brain and eloquence. The teacher taught us a lot about life. We should respect ourselves. Only by respecting yourself can we respect others. Teacher, the most beautiful language in the world cannot express our gratitude to you. What you give us is as big as the vast ocean, and what we return to you is only a drop of water in the ocean.

Friends are the most precious wealth in the world, and friendship is the most beautiful emotion in the world. We had a great meeting. There are more than 7 billion people in the world, but it is a fate that we can meet. Then we get to know each other. Time makes us know each other better and know what they like and hate. What we have experienced between us is the sceneries with flavor in our memory. Now we are about to graduate, facing the sadness of parting, there are too many disappointments in our hearts. We live in different parts of the world. When one day you see notebooks all over the street, learn to be happy first. When you see a student in a white school uniform one day, who will you think of? When one day, if you hear someone speak those strange languages, will you recall our past together? One day, when I step into the school gate again, it will be a fleeting time when a fallen leaf falls into my memory. In our memory, will you remember that when we were young, we were passionate about posters for a few cents? Remember when we used to think that uncle security at the door and aunt canteen were husband and wife faces?

The three years in junior high school passed in a hurry, just like fireworks. In the last time, let's cherish each other!

This is the last evening self-study in junior high school. I will think a lot unconsciously in my mind, and what I may think is so vague.

I remember when we graduated from the sixth grade, we fantasized about junior high school life. Maybe junior high school is just an episode in our life, and it may soon pass, or we are wondering whether we will emerge from the mud and not be stained in those three years, and whether we will become schoolmasters. Thinking is always so beautiful.

The first day, came to a strange school, strange faces. Inside, I finally saw a familiar but not so kind face. Maybe it's the environment!

Gradually, when we integrate into the class, we will find that they are not so cold-faced, long-term, mature and enthusiastic young people.

On the first day of junior high school, everyone thought it was a new beginning. We should work hard and only strive for a good result for ourselves. However, people will change if they stay in an environment for a long time. There are always a few scum in every school, and there are always some rebellious youths with heavy rebellious mentality. Because of these, we can indulge ourselves and make ourselves not work hard, so we can't resist the temptation and play every day. I forget what study is, but I think about sleeping and playing a book every day.

The next day, I felt so relaxed that it was still a long time, but I didn't know how fast. Thinking about continuing to squander, thinking about "tomorrow" and trying again, but this "tomorrow" is too much.

By the third day, it has already become a habit. I didn't know how nervous I was until the senior high school entrance examination. When I finally failed in the exam, I should say I regretted it. I should study hard. But it's too late.

In fact, the opportunity will not always be around you. Once there is an opportunity, you should know how to seize it.

Don't think that today is less important than tomorrow, in fact, today determines tomorrow. The accumulation of each "today" determines your future.

Junior high school is not an episode. It is actually great and excellent. It makes you find your dream. It is a dynamic process and a turning point.

When I picked up graduation photo, three years of junior high school passed like this.

The third grade composition 3 is not as free and easy as "two flowers bloom, and the sky is far apart"; Instead of "study hard, don't ask for more understanding, and forget to eat happily every time you know", it is better to be diligent. Not leisurely, not crowded, not stormy, but not ordinary.

Stepping into the campus in September, a ray of bright sunshine sprinkled on the ground, as if softening everything, making people afraid to disturb it easily. Laughter, birds and flowers. Sometimes noisy, sometimes quiet, so beautiful.

At the age of fourteen, we walked around the campus in the morning fog, covered with morning glow, always carrying information in our hands and carrying it on our backs. We no longer appreciate the beautiful scenery of the past and stare at the omnipotent "Xiao Gan" in our hands. Perhaps, the flowers on the roadside are as delicate as in memory; Perhaps the trees outside the window are still green; Maybe the evening is still beautiful, maybe the smile is always bright. Casual attention, attention to the surrounding, attention to those past figures. It's ridiculous to stop and go for three years.

Thirteen-year-old youth, we are a little rebellious, laughing and high-spirited. The waywardness of "Going out laughing, is our generation Artemisia?" is vividly reflected in us. I always feel that I can go against the wind all the way, just like flowers in the desert, surrounded by roaring yellow sand, but I can still stand out from the crowd. At this time is wanton indulgence. Handsome turned to meet the screaming pride on the court; Cheers of fancy lines flying on the runway; Swipe cards smartly in the examination room. That is the youth that can't go back, that is the original glory.

At the age of twelve, we entered the unknown and the spring. The door of junior high school opened to us, fading away from youth and immaturity. An ignorant child put on adult clothes and broke into the small society, some funny, some serious and vivid. I am used to being a "little princess" at home, and I can't do anything. I thought everyone was the same, but I was shocked that I was the only one. "Embarrassment", "unwillingness" and "boredom" are repelled at heart, but they have to face the reality. Really helpless!

In a blink of an eye, "Three Years of Passengers" entered the battlefield today. Facing the upcoming senior high school entrance examination, I can't go back to the youth campus. Three years is coming to an end, so why not?

Time flies, and it's already a semester in Grade Three in a blink of an eye. Looking at the students who did the questions carefully in the examination room, listening to the rustling sound, recalling the ups and downs of the third year, my heart was filled with emotion. In grade three, I have been suffering from grade three. In a key class, I feel extremely heavy pressure. These invisible pressures are like you carrying a person weighing more than 100 kilograms every day and marching forward with heavy steps. Nine classes are boring during the day, and only one conclusion is drawn after school-tired. However, at night, I will do the homework like that pile of hills, sleep soundly, and get up at six o'clock every night for school. Even on Saturday and Sunday. In addition to these tiredness, we have to bear the ups and downs of our grades. Every grade, whether it is a big test or a small test, will be linked to the senior high school entrance examination. This makes me extremely nervous mentally. In the third grade, people suffer greatly. Although there are many bitter things in grade three, there are also many things that make me happy. Being admitted to this key class is a great gain. The atmosphere in this class is very harmonious, and everyone is a scholar. Even the students who are usually naughty treat the classroom, the teachers and the study seriously. And everyone's character is very good. This kind of feeling is different from before. It is very comfortable, harmonious and makes people feel very happy.

In the third grade, my parents paid more attention to me. At night, whenever I am struggling, my father will clap my shoulder and say, Come on. And my mother will also send me a cup of warm milk tea to keep my stomach warm and my heart sweet. People are in the third grade and enjoy it. The third half year has passed, so let's work hard in the next half year to make our third life wonderful and bring a little sweetness in the bitter days.

I spent the spring and autumn of junior high school hand in hand with time. Now I am not the silly girl I used to be. I don't know when I lost my simplicity, but I want to get it back, only to find that my heart has been occupied by a steady and mature one.

In the third year, when I stepped into the school gate again, I was still a student, but I was no longer a freshman with strange eyes. I can't help but smile when I look at the longing in the eyes of my schoolmates and the simple smile on my excited face. I laugh that I am still eager for the first day after graduation, or those simple smiles won't last long, and I won't follow myself for a lifetime at all. One day, when I grow up, I will always lose something. Now that I have entered the third grade, I have faded away from such innocence and childishness, and greeted the difficulties and obstacles in the third grade journey with an icy heart.

The third year is a time to say goodbye to friends, and a time to say goodbye with tears. A year is fleeting. I remember Steve Jobs once said: "Your time is limited, so don't live for others, don't be limited by dogma, don't live in other people's ideas, don't let other people's opinions affect your inner voice, and most importantly, follow your heart and intuition bravely. Only your heart and intuition know what you really think, and everything else is secondary. " Friends are passers-by in our lives and spices when we are in a bad mood. Life is actually like a road from a vast plain to a forest. On the plain, people can go hand in hand, happily push forward and squeeze back, and play and play; Once we get to the forest, we go our own way and find our own direction because of the thorns in the grass. Now that we have entered the forest, only small fireflies shine for us. ......

The journey in the third grade may be short, but all the skills about travel have become my condolences in the long years to come, and I miss the taste of On the Road more and more in repeated aftertaste. Thousands of thoughts, long distance, long thoughts; Wake up in the morning, there is another world outside the window, regardless of a tired face, sitting by the window watching the sunrise, long time no see! Ninth grade, here I am. For the future, so stick to it; For the sake of youth, so work hard!

Walking in the long street, the lights are shining behind you, just like the confusion in youth.

Going forward, I saw the bookstore left unlocked. The third grade was very busy, and the bookstore became a place for me to relax. I like to walk in the sea of books and look for bosom friends between the lines. Whenever I smell the fragrance of the exclusive bookstore, my whole heart seems to be immersed in a quiet ocean, and the wind blows open the pages, one, two, three. ......

Go further and see that the jewelry store is still warm. When I saw the music box on the windowsill, I remembered the sound when I first turned the clockwork. In the third grade, sometimes I am willful and have a small temper. Every time I have a little friction with my classmates, I want to admit my mistake but I can't let go of my face. But that time, when I was struggling to solve the contradiction, the music box came into my sight. "This is for you. Let's continue to be good friends." Short but warm words removed the hard ice in my heart, and I saw the sound of melting ice and snow. Compared with her tolerance and kindness, I feel deeply ashamed. It made me grow up. The music box is still echoing, once, twice and three times. ......

Go on, the fragrance of sachet awakened my exclusive memory. The study life in the third grade is tense, and there are many exams. One or two unsatisfactory results make me deeply lost and confused. I feel guilty, but I don't understand why my grades are not ideal. My homework is serious enough and my knowledge is fully understood. All kinds of problems make me more confused. But I was greeted by the gratified eyes of my family. Not too many words, only meaningful eyes. They gently tied the sachet on my schoolbag and encouraged me to move forward with silent but audible teaching. In the long and full of obstacles, home has become my greatest motivation, always reminding me not to forget your enterprising spirit in order to achieve your ultimate goal. The sachet on the zipper shakes, shakes, shakes. ......

It's almost over. Looking back suddenly, the scenery along the way has gone away from me. Although the third grade has just started school, its wonderful makes me unconsciously look forward to my future life. The street lamp stretched my little shadow for a long time. Looking around, the lights are still there.

In that little starlight, I saw myself in grade three and a hundred beautiful dreams in the future.

The third grade composition 7 was being written when I suddenly looked up. Looking at the ten days impressively marked on the blackboard, the calm heart for a long time once again set off waves. In ten days, I will enter the examination room for the senior high school entrance examination. In ten days, I will say goodbye to the campus where I have lived for three years. In ten days, I will leave the third grade. But on the third day, there was too much smell in it.

The last but also the most wonderful school sports meeting is like waves deposited in the bottom of my heart, except that the sea is sweet. Everyone encourages each other and cheers with their partners; Everyone stands on the hot runway and goes all out for the class and the individual; Everyone is holding a heavy gold medal, reflecting the rising sun and smiling brightly. Here, we have no regrets, because everyone's smiling face, like candy, stays in our hearts and will not melt.

We report to the runway on time every day on sunny days and rainy days. Heavy and arduous physical training, like bitter Chinese medicine, permeates the mouth for a long time. Day after day, from complaining to sprinting, from giving up to gritting your teeth. Finally, in the first battle of the senior high school entrance examination, we won the first victory with our feet. On that day, the sun was like fire, but our hearts flowed like sweet springs, because only we knew the bitterness and joy.

Unconsciously, a mold in Legend came quietly. The harvest achievement is more about harvesting a vigilance. The unsatisfactory result worried us. Looking at fewer and fewer days on the calendar is like a burning slap in the face, reminding us all the time to keep working hard and not relax until the last moment.

Finally, the third-class train reached the end. Accompanying me for three years is the most precious partner, the most cordial teacher, the flowers and trees, and the most familiar campus. The third day means parting. On the towering buttonwood outside the classroom window, clusters of orange blossoms are blooming brilliantly. It used to be a phoenix blossom and a graduation song. Remember that sentence, all good things must come to an end, and I am willing to accompany you to the end of my heart.

Remembering the third grade is fresh in people's memory, and it will be with you and me all my life.

In the morning, we get up early. Everyone is excited to pack up. Everyone packed things into the classroom. Today we are going to the graduation auditorium.

After breakfast, we have two classes. We moved everything under the teaching building, and soon we will leave the school by car. We looked at the school where we had lived for three years. This is our bit by bit. We cry, laugh and spend together. This school has been with us for three years and we have been with her for three years. Now I think three years is actually not long at all. Looking back on the scene when we first entered this school, it seems as if it was yesterday, and the memory is fresh. We are about to leave here, and I don't know when we will go to this place again, which makes us deeply miss it. Farewell to our alma mater, we embarked on the bus that took us to the graduation auditorium.

The students reluctantly walked to the bus, talking and laughing all the way, and we sang songs all the way, as if these three years were over. The students' faces are brimming with bright smiles. This smile is the most beautiful, happiest and most relieved, yes! We all worked too hard this year, and we all worked hard to get into a good school. Finally liberated, finally can enjoy. We talked and laughed and arrived at our destination before we knew it. ...

We studied in this school for two days and then entered the examination room. Before the exam, the teacher told us to relax, and she waited for us to return home in triumph. Whether we can do it or not, we all nodded confidently. We all walked confidently into the hall where we graduated. Finally, after two days of exams, we graduated, we were liberated, and we were going to high school. ...

Cherish the scholars, cherish the teachers, and cherish this school that I miss. I hope we can meet again.

At last, I have to say goodbye, in this boundless summer.

We used to walk hand in hand on the dusk path again and again, listening to the song "Childhood" floating in the wind in the sunset, which reminded us of the past that never came back, the past time and the countless parting we had seen.

We used to be crazy outside those farewells, but today it's our turn. Tears rush out of our hearts, just like those lost youth years, which will never come back. You told me to stop crying. We will never forget the past, and we believe that there will be eternity in this world. But why? When I looked up, I saw tears in your eyes. Then let's have a good cry.

In this summer's wind, holding your hand, let us recall the days we passed together again, recall those dreams that are gone forever, and let everything pass in our hearts again. This may be the last and most ruthless summer in our young years. After this summer, we will face many seasons and many times of parting. But there can be no such summer, and there will be no such goodbye. We will think of this summer again and again, all the laughter and tears, all the sobriety and intoxication, all the friendship and cherish.

Many years later, we will open the yellowed commemorative album on a similar summer night.

All the handwriting will be blurred, and you will gradually forget your voice and smile. All I remember is that quiet night last summer. So what stole our last summer vacation in junior high school?

Junior high school composition 10 adolescence, we are easy to get into trouble, impulsive and emotional, which is exactly the case. We released one bird after another under the sky of junior high school. -inscription

In grade one, we changed from primary school students to junior high school students. At this time, we have just entered adolescence. Every morning, when I came to school, my classmates ran down the playground to play ball in groups, and rushed back to the classroom as soon as the bell rang. After school, I stay on the playground. It's getting dark. I should go home, play hide-and-seek with the security guard, or climb over the wall. We don't worry about homework and neglect study. At this time, the sky is bright and happy.

The second grade is a little more mature than the first grade. We knew that we would be scolded if we failed in the exam, and we didn't go to the playground. Every recess, several close classmates get together, talk about games and tell jokes, or discuss their studies at the same table and compare their final grades. We like playing pranks, pulling this classmate's shoelaces, pulling that girl's hair and laughing fearlessly.

At this time, the sky is fresh, giving us a very happy feeling.

In the third grade, we are faced with choices, pressure and motivation. We don't play anymore. Listening to the laughter of schoolmates, our hearts are full of memories and infinite regrets. We work hard, we don't want to regret it, and we hope to "turn into a butterfly" on that day.

At this time, it was dark, but the sunshine through the thick clouds was still dazzling.

Junior high school is full of memories and the future is infinite. At this moment, we are moving towards the goal, step by step towards that place, and we will fight and soar in the air on this day. The sky in junior high school belongs to us.

Junior high school composition 1 1 students, we are all about to graduate, leave our alma mater, end our primary school life and enter junior high school ... we are reluctant to part. My hands are shaking slightly, and the unforgettable moment is coming. Unforgettable moment, I will be infatuated with my alma mater. Excited and confused; Laughing and depressed; Tone-shifting voice, cheerful pace and moving singing are all in my heart.

Do you really want to leave? The beautiful campus has been accommodated in the deep palace of my feelings, so long and so clear, how can I forget it? On the wisteria frame, it is like a million flowers. Looking up, the blue sky, white clouds and sunshine are all transformed into colorful patterns; The wind on campus, like magic, blows off gold leaves, one, two, three, and the roads on campus are like paved with gold. At night, the bright moon hangs in the sky. Moonlight, starlight and lights are like silver, emitting strange and charming colors, just like a beautiful picture. ...

Six years is as fleeting as running water, and primary school life is coming to an end. We are about to raise the sail of middle school, soar in the deeper sea of knowledge in middle school and explore in the more mysterious realm of life. Looking back on the long learning road, there are ups and downs, sweetness, hope, loss, success, failure, joy and anger. But in the end, we all went through this period of study. composition

Stretching Chinese rose, falling from my head, spinning in the air; The shadow of the sun flashed before my eyes. Farewell, beautiful campus, farewell, dear teacher; Goodbye, lovely students. Little by little, every minute. Well, I am full of gratitude to my teacher. Once upon a time, I was reading a book, and the red scarf on my chest jumped like a flame. The teacher came over, held my shoulder, pointed to the waving red flag and told me earnestly. Endless words wrapped in endless care, stirring the tide of love in my heart.

Do you really want to leave? The beautiful campus has given us endless joy, hope, songs and flowers ... We are about to become a middle school student, and we should work hard for it.

At our age, we shed tears but got unparalleled gains.

At our age, we know how to give and get more in return.

At our age, we accept failure and feel success.

In class, the students listened carefully and quietly, but several students broke the silence, no matter how detailed and profound the teacher spoke. They still ignore it. In class, the students are crazy, laughing and fighting at will, completely ignoring their own image. Every time I nag my parents, I just perfunctory "I know, I know." Then leave. No matter how sad and worried the face behind us is. We laugh in youth, we cry in youth, and we feel the best things in youth.

In our life, it is inevitable that boys fight and girls are envious and jealous. I don't think we should have these. What others do and think is none of our business. However, we should know that minors are the budding flowers of the motherland, and we are the hope of the motherland. Our only responsibility is to study hard and be a good person. We should set up ideals and work towards our own ideals; We should also realize our ideals and strive for our future. The accumulation of learning now is the basis of future work; The character of being a man now is the evaluation of others in the future. Therefore, we must abide by social order, do not run red lights, and do not fight; We should be ready to help others and help those in need.

At our age, we should learn to be strong, because only strong will face failure bravely; We should also learn self-confidence, because only self-confidence can face the challenge again.

I want to be strong, not someone's shoulder. Being strong, confident and free is where I can't stay. If I want to realize it, my brother belongs to the same family.

At our age, we need confidence, strength, initiative and frankness. ...

Junior high school composition 13, with a little moldy dark green; Blame blood as red as red lotus; A dark gray with a hint of sadness; With golden joy.

Being in the third grade seems to be in a closed space covered with green moss hundreds or thousands of years thick, and even the air is filled with suffocating ink. Life in grade three is very boring. The stressful study life is no longer colorful, and the depressed dark green always rushes to every nerve of mine.

Failing the exam again and again, sighing and regretting again and again. It seems that there is a big hand, holding the brush and palette in his hand, and dyeing the black and gray "double play" bit by bit. Tests, big and small, followed. Are we prostrated by this black numbness? And that sad gray is the only trace left by the exam. ...

Entering the third grade, everyone is stepping at a fast pace: competing for the sunrise and catching up with the sunset! Pressure gives us too much strength, and we run in our arena like tireless horses. Fall and get up; Wounded, shed blood, shed tears. That red is full of fighting capacity and fighting spirit. The red light it reflects in the third year of life is so dazzling that it makes people feel distressed. ...

Lang Lang's reading sound, accompanied by books, got into my ears and nose. A golden thread loomed in the dark gray world. On the road of hard struggle, there are bound to be tests, but the end of the road shines with desirable gold. Success is the best reward. We walked in the golden wheat field, harvesting hope and success. ...

The color of grade three is not particularly bright, with a little sadness and joy, dotted with crystal tears and sweat, which will accompany us through this unforgettable trip to grade three.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I entered the third grade. This is a signal that I am about to mature. Perhaps, that bright and innocent smile, that moment of carefree life, no longer belongs to me.

Although the third grade is not as hard as the third grade, it is enough to scare us. I want to have my childhood life and my own sky, but that's just a fantasy. It gives me a mountain of homework. Examination paper.

Life in grade three is very tense. Many times, I want to give up studying. It is the dream and unwillingness in my heart that inspires me and keeps me improving.

And I am moving towards my dream step by step, knowing that there is little chance of success, but I am still so persistent. Work hard. Because I am in grade three, it's time to be strong.

On the third day, the naughty me disappeared. Who would have thought that when they first arrived in the third grade, the devil's training was waiting for them Think of the first grade.

When I was in the second grade, I watched the students in the third grade running around the school every day, clapping and applauding, and I was secretly complacent. But now, the runner has suddenly become me.

What an imaginable change! It's really annoying to recall my previous behavior! Sometimes I wonder if others will gloat when they watch us run.

On the third day, I looked at the first day. The free activities in the second day of junior high school are really envious and hateful ... At that time, I kept thinking, "Why can they play, but we can only have classes?"

We have to run. Why don't they? We must run when it rains. If we want to run, only they can take shelter from the rain in the classroom. Why? "

For this reason, we met on the first day of junior high school. Students in Grade Two will have unnecessary quarrels. ...

Junior high school, the age of flower season; In the third grade, we all tasted the ups and downs; What will high school life be like?

The third grade composition 15 entered a new classroom in the third grade and met some new teachers. Teachers from all walks of life have unveiled their long-cherished swords, spears, halberds and eighteen weapons. They really have their own unique skills and unique skills, which make us feel fresh and benefit a lot. One of the most distinctive features is probably their mantra.

What is a math teacher's "what is it"-a bow and arrow to test the truth. The math teacher is tall, and what she often says is: "What is it?" At first, everyone was at a loss about Cheng's half-way becoming a monk. The math teacher smiled. It turned out that she wanted to test how much we learned last class. After everyone suddenly realized, they were ashamed, and the voice of turning pages immediately sounded in the classroom.

What is repetition? Awakening and shame again and again make us understand the problems with a little knowledge more thoroughly. Science teacher's How to Do-The inspiring science teacher in iron whip is an impatient and straightforward person. Whenever someone makes a mistake or can't answer a simple question, she will blush with anxiety and say, "How can this be done?"

The students didn't do very well in a science exam. The teacher pointed to the topic that had been explained and said over and over again, "What should you do?" One word after another seems to accuse us, just like an iron whip beating my heart, which makes me feel a twinge of direct responsibility and guilt.

A Chinese teacher's "Self-confidence"-a dose of medicine that gives people self-confidence. The Chinese teacher is a very serious teacher. Although he is not the head teacher of our class. But whenever our words and deeds are irregular, he always uses the precious time in class to let us know and correct the irregularities, and always says, "As long as you don't lose confidence, you must believe in yourself.

Listen carefully and make progress as much as you can. "And this little progress can always give me confidence and motivation, so that I can continue to study. This mantra is full of deep concern and encourages us to make continuous progress.