Third grade composition

In real life or work and study, many people have had the experience of writing compositions and are familiar with them. According to the different writing time limit, composition can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is the composition of 10 grade three that I compiled for you, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

The night is 1, so quiet, there are no stars in the sky, only thousands of lights are flashing in front of me, so quiet. The sound of the alarm clock moving from my ear, "Tick-tock, tick-tock ……" seems tireless and endless.

However, one fish, the fish that escaped from the net, escaped into my memory and caused waves.

Like a faint homesickness, it rises slowly and touches the story in my heart.

I have been looking forward to growing up since I was a child. When I grow up, I can shake a feather fan like Zhuge Liang, and I have extraordinary courage and wisdom. I can be a grand marshal and experience the tragic feeling of "lying drunk on the battlefield without laughing, and going out several times in ancient times"; I can shoulder the heavy burden, smooth the wrinkles in front of my parents, and do a little filial piety of "reporting the light of three spring".

These are all dreams of growing up when I was a child, but growing up is so long. Although we have grown into teenagers, that dream is just a dream after all.

I can't help laughing at the thought.

Suddenly, the picture changed. Oh, the girl is 8 years old.

"Mom, I think. I want to go out to play ... "The girl nervously tugged at her skirts with her hands, her eyes full of longing and longing.

"Alas, the child how to think about playing all day, mother told you, now is the time to distance, who on who, will come out soon. Son, work harder and it will be fine after this period. "

"Oh ..."

In a blink of an eye, the girl is 13 years old, and junior high school has entered adolescence. This girl is rebellious, and she is no longer the good girl she used to be.

When I grow up, I have something on my mind and I won't tell my parents. I just keep it in my heart and write it in my diary. ...

That day, the girl who should have studied English suddenly turned around.

The girl who saw the door of the room unlocked saw her mother rummaging through the drawer through the crack of the door. That's a diary!

The girl was very angry, had a big fight with her mother, and then broke out, but she didn't talk to her mother for weeks.

Now that I think about it, I am really wrong, but my ridiculous dignity makes it impossible for me to say "I'm sorry". Temper is getting harder and harder to control now, but try to control it and don't do things that people regret. This is growth!

The road to growth is long, and colleagues are also tortuous and full of thorns. When growing up, there are pains, tears, hesitation, and sometimes the idea of "seeing through the secular", but how can growth be satisfactory? There are traps and abyss in growth, so let yourself calm down and think twice before you act, so as not to cause the regret that "a short trip will make you regret for a lifetime". People grow up like cold plums. "If it's not freezing in the cold, how can plum blossoms smell sweet!"

Take a deep breath and smile: it feels good to grow up!

What does happiness mean? This is a question that everyone has thought about, but the answer is different. Just listen to me and say "happy"!

The author is talking about the meaning of happiness, his own understanding of happiness and the happiness of others, but what is the real meaning of happiness?

The article "Happiness" tells that material happiness is not permanent, and it is also the reason to cover up all the true meaning. The unnecessary pursuit of property and money will confuse people, make people mistakenly think that only money is happiness, and make people forget the true meaning of happiness.

After reading this article, I deeply feel that happiness does not mean material possession, but spiritual wealth. Only spiritual happiness is true happiness, and people can really feel the taste of happiness.

Some people may think that you are happy when you are famous, that is, a star, although you are famous and have a lot of money in your pocket. But have you ever thought about becoming a star or even losing the minimum personal privacy, so being famous is not really happiness.

Some people think that only money can make people happy, because money can buy countless things. But this idea is wrong. You have 10 thousand yuan, and you have the ideal of pursuing 20 thousand yuan. But have you ever thought about when you can give up your old life? May be for the end of life, may be for their own satisfaction. But no matter how much money you have, even if you have all the wealth in the world, do you think you can buy happiness?

Money is not everything, and fame is not the only way. Don't you find that a strong desire will cover up all your happiness? Don't you feel happy when you are an ordinary person?

So I advise those who pursue money and forget the meaning of happiness: people, don't blindly pursue those superficial happiness! Your true happiness lies in your spirit!

What does happiness mean? Have you thought of it?

Father is a noun with multiple meanings, which contains profound meaning. His love for me is as deep as a mountain, as strong as steel and as wide as sea water.

As I grew up, I was on the second day of junior high school in a blink of an eye, and the burden on my father's back was heavy! Every time I go home, I see that my father's face has lost a lot of weight, and his black hair is a little dull now. I don't know what to say at the moment, but my father always smiles at me when he sees his growing son.

Every time I go home, my father is not at home. When I ask my mother, she always says, "I'm at work and I haven't come back yet." It was not until midnight that I heard the gate quietly closed. My father crept in, dragged himself tired, ate some rice and went to bed. The next day, I always get up before dawn. I think the rooster is still sleeping.

One day, I fought with others in the school dormitory and beat a classmate black and blue. The teacher called my father and always told me to stay outside. When my father heard this, he hurried to school. As soon as my father entered the classroom door, he slapped me in the face of the teacher and said sharply, "apologize to the teachers and classmates!" " "I pursed my lips and didn't know what I said. I didn't even catch myself. In the past, a man with strong self-esteem and harder than steel bowed before his teacher, embarrassed to apologize to the teacher and kept making amends. The teacher also kept a straight face. I bowed my head behind my father, tears streaming down my face and burning pain on my face. Finally, I don't know whether the teacher was soft-hearted or moved by my father, and gave me a chance.

This is fatherly love, which is the richest emotion in the world.

There are two kinds of people, one who knows Vae and the other who doesn't. People who know Vae are basically young people, but those who don't know Vae should be elders!

The network singer "Vae" has been deeply accepted by us. Originally an ordinary student, he made unremitting efforts in his own life and finally became popular in the all-media network in 20xx.

I admire you, V. You touch the piano to write poems. Every song of yours has a unique charm, and every word of yours has a poetic feeling. You have been deeply involved in our life. You said, "I will sing whatever is popular." Your work Weibo Control proves our life in the new century, and your work also enriches our picturesque life. "Chu Xiao in front of the window, Rizhao West Bridge is shaking". We can't live without you.

I admire you, V. On your way to music, I don't know how many vain XX satirized you online, but you didn't care. In your work "Andersen Don't Regret", you said, "I do my own thing, I write my own words, I simply like it, and there are not so many comments; I sat in the audience and laughed at your stupidity. " How great your spirit is. As one of your fans, I understand you, sympathize with you, appreciate you and support you more.

I admire you, V. You worked hard to create original music, and finally won the best pop award of the year in 20xx, and also won the title of "musical genius" in the new century.

Your work tells us, "Who is the great Beethoven?" ? Everyone is a big card, life is burning and everyone is a miracle waiting to be released. "You let me find myself and let me deeply understand the meaning of' I was born useful'. As long as you stick to your dream, you will eventually become a big name.

Vae, I appreciate your charm, your works, your spirit, and all your stories tell us that dreams are there, not far away.

In a class, there is a kind boy named Xian Xuan and a new boy named Yang Sen..

One day, Xian Xuan met Yang Sen on her way to school. It turns out that they live in the same neighborhood. Xian Xuan politely said hello to Yang Sen: "Good afternoon!" "Oh." Yang Sen responded faintly.

At school, no one wants to be friends with Yang Sen because some of his behaviors are unpleasant. Once in physical education class, Yang Sen fell down, got hurt and couldn't get up. Students don't like Yang Sen, so they don't care about him. Xianxuan is a kind boy. He hurriedly ran to help Yang Sen to the infirmary. ...

Coming out of the infirmary, Yang Sen said, "Let's be good friends!" Xianxuan promised: "Good!" From then on, they became inseparable friends.

On Saturday, Xian Xuan called and said, "Yang Sen, are you free?" , "free, what's the matter!" , "Come to my house to play!" "good! Goodbye! "

After a while, bang, bang, bang, there was a knock at the door. Xianxuan opened the door and saw that it was Yang Sen. He said happily, "Come in quickly."

"wow! So many classmates. " "Yang Sen, today is your birthday. We wish you a happy birthday! " Xian Xuan said loudly. "oh! Today is my birthday party. If it weren't for you, I would have forgotten. Thank you! " "You're welcome, we are good friends."

After the students left, they opened the gifts given by everyone and looked at them one by one-toy guns, pens, pencil boxes ... The last one was Xian Xuan's. The note said: to my best friend, Yang Sen. Yang Sen was very moved and added, "Thank you for your fresh porch"! They smiled at each other and smiled happily.

Postscript: After being admitted to high school together, Yang Sen changed because of Xianxuan, became kind and lively, and everything developed well.

Time is like running water, inadvertently, quietly flowing away from your fingers; With the rising and setting of the sun, I spent every spring and autumn safely and got on a train that never looked back.

Speaking of memory, it is the most precious thing for everyone. It carries our love, our hate, our tears, our laughter and happiness, our sadness and pain, our sweetness and happiness. As the rings on the buttonwood grow longer and more, we grow on campus.

Who remembers what we looked like when we first entered school? A pair of curious eyes, looking at everything here, new classrooms, new playgrounds, new teachers and new friends, looking at the same immature faces, I am no longer afraid, facing the sunrise, and I have found a partner like me.

Who remembers our military training? Strong people stand in the hot sun with the spirit of not being afraid of hardship and fatigue, and will not give up easily even if they fall.

Who still remembers the appearance of our sports meeting? One by one, the faces are filled with the belief that they will win in their hearts and stick to it until the end. Even if I failed, I didn't shed that sad tear.

Who remembers how we slept on the table? Always say to people around you, "wake me up when the teacher comes." I slept soundly, drooled all over the table, and talked in my sleep.

Who remembers our madness after class? Talk about other people's gossip, read other people's jokes, and occasionally insert a sentence or two.

Who remembers how depressed we were at the parent-teacher conference? Many people crowded at the door to eavesdrop. As soon as the teacher opened the door, several girlfriends fell.

Who remembers our little tricks in class? Your painting, I guess, will be punished in the end.

Who remembers us singing together in the choir? As we were tone-deaf, we made funny moves and sang songs with smiles on our faces. When the teacher left, we finally couldn't help laughing.

Who still remembers the way we ran together in physical education class? Sweating one by one, but still insist.

Many things happened to us in junior high school. I copied their homework and played jokes on them. After I went to physical education class, they would hand me a bottle of water as if I didn't know the topic, and then they would come and explain it to me silently.

Close your eyes, the past scenes emerge in your mind, so real, so vivid, everything seems to be yesterday. However, when I opened my eyes again, I was about to enter the third grade. That new friend has become an indispensable old friend in my life.

It was not until junior high school that I understood the meaning of "tears in laughter". I don't know the importance of friendship, but I feel what I really think inside.

When I start school again, I will be in the third grade. In the last year of junior high school life, I will get off at the last stop of the train that will not turn back. With a schoolbag full of disappointment and blessings, smile and say goodbye to your classmates. I don't want to regret it at that time, so I will release my most dazzling brilliance in the last year!

The past is always the sweetest memory, and junior high school life will be the most colorful period of my life. I once said goodbye to you and hello to my future self!

Zhang Ze, my former deskmate, is one of my few friends of the opposite sex.

It is really a coincidence to sit at the same table with him. This fate continued from the first year of high school to the third year of high school. In the past three years, the deskmate has changed one after another, or he.

Zhang Ze is slightly fat. No, he can't say fat, but he is smooth. When we were in a group in grade one, he sat in front of me, and his chubby body blocked my view of the blackboard. You may not realize how uncomfortable it is for a monster to occupy more than half of your field of vision. A sense of disgust sprouted in my heart and darkened my whole world.

In the second day of junior high school, the group turned, and the little darkness in my heart finally vanished. But I don't know why, people are like this, and you only know how to cherish it when you lose it. I was reminded of Zhang Ze who had been fighting with me all day, the group leader who lost his temper easily, and the monitor who was all-powerful in the class. I just found out how wonderful it is to be in a group with Zhang Ze.

After that, I changed my deskmate countless times. They are like passers-by in my life. After completing the task, they had no contact with me at all. But Zhang Ze is different. When he is bored, he will still come to my side and hit me on the head, or throw a chalk head at me, just like in countless youth campus TV dramas. One of the two people is always bullied by that person. As a girl, I feel particularly miserable.

On the third day, by chance, I sat at the same table with him. I am reluctant to see the seat map printed by the teacher on the whiteboard. But after a period of contact, I found that he has changed a lot, whether in sexual character, body shape or grades. In the group led by him, we sat firmly at the top, and no one surpassed us. That's why I followed Zhang Ze twice, once for the election committee, and once as a three-good student. I chose a person with the highest score in the group. I think I'm still very lucky. I said to Zhang Ze admiringly, "I really have food with Zhang Ze and his party." Zhang Ze looked smug, brushed his hair with his hand and said, "Brother Xinze!"

Day after day, like robots, we study hard and catch the train. Zhang Ze told me that he has a sister who is about the same height as me. She is thin but fat at Qingdao Ocean University. She wants to lose weight, but she can't lose it. He is worried that if he doesn't do well in the physical education exam next year, he will get a lot of points, so that he can take the listing experiment. I told him that I like eating meat and snacks very much, but I am afraid that I will be fat and ugly, so I can't dance. I like writing articles, but when I write, I always feel that there are not enough words in my mind, and then I can't write a word after looking through the dictionary for a long time. After that, I didn't even want to learn Chinese, but I was as crazy as a writer.

I said Zhang Ze was a narcissist, and that's right. Every time Zhang Ze washes his hair, he will ask me, "Do you think my hair is running today?" No matter how cold it is in winter, I will roll up my sleeves and say to me, "Do you find my arms very thin?" After practicing calligraphy, I will be asked to analyze: "Does my handwriting look good?" Every time, I will mechanically reply to him with three words: "disgusting." Then there will be a "buzzing" sound in his nose.

Because Zhang Ze is huge, it's inconvenient to get in and out, so I can only take this time to get back at him, being blocked out and not letting him in. This guy has many ways. Drag the chair out of the classroom with people. I remembered the same scene in the first grade. He didn't use this trick, but raised the bench above his head and left a shallow scar on my forehead.

Everyone at the same table is happy every day. Let Zhang Ze pinch me when I am sleepy in class. When bored, roll up your sleeves and compare the thickness of your arms. I talked about my ideal and future. After finishing my homework, I played pranks in my notebook. It is evil to discuss gossip in class. I really have nothing to do with my classmates at the front and back tables. I remember that once the Chinese teacher assigned a composition, Zhang Ze and I were discussing what to write, and finally we agreed to write for each other. The topic is: My deskmate. After writing, I laughed for half a class, just because of one of his typos. He wrote "classmate" as "classmate".

Zhang Ze likes to tell me many stories about him.

For example, he always thinks that boys who don't play basketball are not men.

For example, he always hates people saying that he has an affair with the monitor of Class Two.

For example, he won the prize in the model airplane competition.

For example, the day before Teacher's Day, he bought a lot of cardboard, cut a lot of heart-shaped pieces of paper and stayed up late.

For example, he bought a pair of Adi's basketball shoes or a Nike shirt. How much is it?

For example. For example. I love it.

There was once a week when we were crazy about doing our math homework, so we didn't do our math homework the next Monday. Once, Zhang Ze put the pills I took into my drinking cup and made me shout all over the classroom: "Zhang Ze drugged me!" " "There was a time when Zhang Ze was ill and didn't come to class. I carefully sorted out the papers handed out by the teacher and wrote what the teacher said on the post-it notes.

After that, we exchanged seats. My new deskmate, no, not my deskmate, is a single table. I can't find any language with my neighbors, and I can't even make a little joke. I miss my deskmate with Zhang Ze more and more. We watched the sunset sink bit by bit with a cool breeze, and we competed to see who finished the text first and who finished the homework first. Now that the laughter has gone, only my lonely shadow accompanies me.

This summer, I told Zhang Ze that you lost a lot of weight. He said happily, "You just saw it. I exercise every day. " I said, "To tell you the truth, you have really lost weight." As a result, Zhang Ze invited me to dinner the next day. It turns out that the three most touching words in the world are not "I love you", but "you have lost weight".

I sent some of my articles to Zhang Ze yesterday, and I said, look at my articles. He sent me a sentence: "It's not mine, I won't look."

Now, I type one word after another on the computer screen and say to him in my heart: Now I have written you into my story. Maybe many years later, when you hear the song "You at your deskmate", you will think of me-a girl who used to sit at your deskmate. Her name is show.

Come together this morning and see the sunshine outside the window is particularly bright. Mom and dad look at the fine weather and catch up with the weekend. So the family decided to drive to Gouloufeng, climb the mountain to see the scenery and stay away from the noise of the city.

I have long heard that Gouloufeng is one of the 72 peaks in Nanyue Mountain, and now it is a national forest park. Legend has it that ancient Dayu passed through here when he was controlling water. So people built a temple here to commemorate him, and also set up a monument, which was later called Wang Yu Temple and Wang Yu Monument. After about forty or fifty minutes' drive, we arrived at the gate of Gouloufeng Forest Park. The first thing I saw was a tall arch. Behind the arch is a forest in full of green, and a tree-lined road meanders through the forest. On the roadside, one or two tile houses are faintly visible. The trees are green, the roads are gray, the houses are red and the sunshine is golden. A variety of colors are tied together by the special bond of Gouloufeng, interweaving the colorful summer of Gouloufeng.

Walk into the gate and walk on the boulevard, and you will experience the magic of Goulou Peak more deeply. Not far away, there are clumps of ferns growing on the cliff, and several Chinese fir trees also join in the fun, taking root in the lush ferns impartially, which seems to have no general interest. In the distance, clouds are wrapped around the mountains, such as thin silk, but the thick green of the mountains has not weakened, but has turned from green to green, adding a mysterious color to the mountains. If a landscape painter comes to Gouloufeng at this time, he will certainly draw a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

The road up the mountain is shady, the dense leaves form a barrier, and the strong sunlight squeezes through the leaves, leaving only a ray of light, which makes us forget the summer heat for a while. The road up the hill is quiet. It is far from the city. There is no noisy and chaotic life, only the silence of the mountains. We only heard the hiss of cicadas.

When I came to a corner, I suddenly heard the children laughing. You can look around and see no one. This is in response to what Wang Wei said: "There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice." After several turns, a Little Square suddenly appeared in front of us. The square was built under the hillside. Without the shelter of trees, strong sunlight came in directly. Under the bright sun, the whole square was particularly bright, and the heat wave came at us without hesitation, which made us return to summer at once. At this time, a pavilion under the hillside caught our attention. The heat drove us to the exhibition hall almost at a trot. Looking closer, there is a cool well in the pavilion, and the monument of "Yuwangquan" stands beside the well. According to the inscription, it turned out that this was a spring well dug by later generations to commemorate Dayu's achievements in water control. I leaned down and raised Wang Quanshui, and a refreshing coolness instantly spread through my fingers, making the previous fatigue and heat suddenly disappear without a trace. What a beautiful spring!

After drinking a few springs and having a rest, we started heading for the Wang Yu Monument again. After walking for about five minutes, we came to a temple, which is "Wang Yu Temple". Although the whole temple looks a little shabby because of its age, I still can't help but pay tribute to the tall statue of Dayu in the middle of the temple. Next to Wang Yu Temple is the legendary Wang Yu Monument. The words on the tablet are not hieroglyphics or Oracle Bone Inscriptions, because every word is top-heavy and looks like a tadpole. Later, people called it tadpole words. Legend has it that the inscription records the reason and process of Dayu's water control. Standing in front of the monument, I saw that even the great writer Guo Moruo could only recognize a few ancient tadpoles, which seemed to tell me a history. I seem to see that Dayu San can't enter the door, and he leads people to dredge the river together. Throughout the scenes of history, it seems that Dayu is just around the corner.

Standing on the mountain, overlooking the trees and water features below, Xiangjiang River is like a green belt, tied to the waist of the mountains, exuding infinite vitality. The forest and bamboo forest on the mountain are interlaced like an unfathomable green water. In this wonderful Goulou Peak, it is really satisfying to look at the scenery in front of us and follow the footsteps of the ancients.

Christmas is coming, and all Christmas girls are looking for snow deer that suits them. Her grandfather has died since her child was born. Her father took over the business of Santa Claus, and her father has been in this business for 16 years. That means her baby is 16 years old this year. She was born at Christmas, so her father has been educating him not to be Santa Claus when he grows up, but

Yes, I am the baby. Snow deer is the first pass for people to become Santa Claus or a girl boy. Snow deer is a spiritual animal. If you are predestined with him, but only think about others without considering others, Snow Deer will not allow you to be its owner. Snow deer has only one requirement for its owner, and is kind-hearted. I'm still 90% sure about this. Let's leave at once!

It's a day's journey from Taiwan Province to Lingxue, so I have to sleep on the train. A talking rabbit plush toy jumped on my bed and asked me:

"What do you need now, noble lady?"

"Snow deer, snow deer," my mouth is watering. "Good-"The rabbit was carried away by the unsuspecting owner.

Sleep, sleep. Snow ridge is here. Walking out of the station, I sneezed one after another. The weather is really cold. Find the snow deer quickly. I don't want to stay for a moment. I walked through five lotus peaks, and there was snow everywhere, and there was no vitality. Time's up. I still haven't found the snow deer.

In desperation, I gave up my position as a Christmas girl. Maybe I'm not kind enough. I pulled up my clothes and boarded the train again. I saw the talking rabbit doll appear in front of me again. It must have been left in my berth by the owner. When I was about to return the rabbit to its owner, it said, "Dear miss, have you found the snow deer?"

"no! There is not a shadow! " I get angry at the mention of snow deer.

"Don't worry, miss. Things will always be solved, the master is coming-miss, hide me quickly! "

"Oh-"

"Have you ever seen a rabbit doll?" The rabbit owner asked us.

"No." We answered with one voice.

After asking, he walked to the next car.

"Come out, your master is gone."

No response. I lifted the quilt and saw it asleep. I brought the rabbit home. I think its owner must be very bad to rabbits. Why else would she not want to see its owner? It's good to have a talking rabbit with me.

The rabbit woke up as soon as I got off the bus. It suddenly jumped to the ground and a golden light came into my eyes. There is a snow deer, but the rabbit is gone! "Noble master, I am a toy rabbit just now, but my real identity is the deer king. I'm looking for this year's Christmas queen in the carriage. I only found you, and you are the best candidate. " Is it true?/You don't say. ""Yes, master, please give me a name! " "When you meet on the train, it's called-car rabbit deer!" "ah! I almost forgot that the deadline is coming! Master, ride the deer!

In this way, I rode the "car rabbit" and disappeared at the end of the road …

10 the rain outside the window drifted into the curtains, mixed with the gentle fragrance of flowers and plants, which was once familiar. It seems that the stories of lost heart fan dance, Daiyu hurting flowers and learning Chinese characters falling into the lake are leisurely dotted on this green seaside. The rain falls quietly, as if nothing in the world can stop it. How I want to throw myself into the rice waves, swim and flap, and let my slender body blend with this green sea! Dive into the rice waves and catch the soft rain! Oh, my God, it's getting cloudy. Your mother is calling you home. How can you be bound? You are confident but not proud, unruly but willful! Lightning! You fight with them alone. In front of the gray sky, you sweep the surging rice waves, stir up a white fog at the seaside, and smear a dream mark on the world ... You don't know when a crimson umbrella flower will appear on the street, which is a sky I propped up for you! Those people with the windows closed! Don't refuse the arrival of rain, it is to help you wash stains, what's the use of resisting!

Let the coolness of rain wash away the dust in your heart; Let the leisure of rain erase the triviality in my mind; Let the silent rain tell us how it fights against nature! I hope you can come and look at my open window and the irregular rain!