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Third grade campus composition

In life, work and study, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is the composition 10 on the third grade campus that I helped you organize. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like them.

Our campus is not big, but it is beautiful. It is beautiful, not only because it is our most familiar place, but also because it is our second home. I like our campus and its beautiful scenery.

"Be humble and kind to others, be virtuous in life"-this is the motto of our school, which is posted in the most eye-catching position and has always appeared in front of our eyes until it is deeply imprinted in our hearts.

Stepping into the school gate, we can see a big playground. There are basketball stands on both sides of the playground. They are like guards who are not afraid of hardship and fatigue. They guard our campus day and night. Banyan trees are planted around the playground. Every summer, you will see some students enjoying the cool, others reading and chatting under the tree ... There is a sacred flag-raising platform in the middle of the playground, and the bright five-star red flag flutters. Every Monday, all the teachers and students come to the playground and hold a flag-raising ceremony here. With the national anthem, the national flag rose rhythmically in Ran Ran. At that moment, I felt proud.

Walk up the concrete stairs on the right, and you will find a small garden next to it. At this time, you can't help looking to the left: there is a small garden on the left. It's not big, but it's very tasty. In spring, those unknown wild flowers will compete to bloom, full of green scenes, butterflies dancing on the grass; In summer, the grass here is flourishing, and full of green is full of passion! In autumn, the only tree in this garden, the leaves on the tree turn yellow, like yellow butterflies flying leisurely from the branches; In winter, it is covered with snow, and there is no green in it, which is quite deserted.

Going forward is our classroom, coming to the paradise of learning, quietly listening to the sound of reading, as if we were there; Now take a closer look at the students' concentration, and they are all full of energy. Their voices resounded throughout the campus, decorating the beautiful campus and adding icing on the cake to the campus with infinite scenery. The school is full of learning atmosphere, and poetry and painting are everywhere.

This is my campus, full of happiness and dreams, tears and sadness. Everything here is so familiar and cordial. Those two old teaching buildings have trained generations of students, and they are also the cradle of my dreams, and my dreams are slowly sprouting and growing here. ...

This is our beautiful campus, with happiness, dreams and tears ... At the same time, it is also the cradle of my dreams. In this cradle, I grow up happily, and I love our campus.

On campus, I have a heart. Sunlight shines gently through the leaves in this harmonious campus. I walk on the tree-lined path of the campus, express the most beautiful words in campus poetry with sincerity, and appreciate the warmth and intensity of the campus in the morning with my heart.

When I first stepped into the campus, I saw a harmonious landscape. The teacher on duty at the school gate kept the front door in order, and the students came to the campus one after another. They all went to the teacher on duty, smiled and gave a correct team salute, and whispered, "Hello, teacher!" " That voice is so loud, that classmate's face is so bright, as beautiful as flowers in full bloom in the morning. And we often miss our respected teacher, perhaps just from such a small move in life, in the early morning sunshine, a gentle greeting.

The playground is crowded with people. Students who do morning exercises either play basketball on the playground or jog on the runway. Their passion for sports has been fully demonstrated in this playground with energetic souls, and they have become the owners of this playground. They shed sweat here, making this cold venue full of vitality, like the new year world after snow, once again full of vitality. Let yourself vividly interpret the name of sports beauty and explore the fun brought by sports.

Walking in the teaching building, Lang Lang's reading sound is like a beautiful song, "A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning". The best time in the morning was preserved by them in words. Reading is the best time in their lives. The most beautiful sound in the world is the neat and beautiful sound of reading in the morning, like a cool breeze and a tinkling stream, reading in the morning on campus.

Let every morning greet the new rising sun, stare at the light from the sun, walk around every corner of the campus with a proud heart and feel the fragrance of every flower. Release the flawless heart and gallop freely on campus.

In the morning, the sun shines into the glass window.

I sat in a chair beside the bed, enjoying a little sunshine bath, picking up my beloved cross stitch and embroidering the morning light of the campus. A needle in your hand brings a scene to your mind. How can I forget the morning drowsiness on campus?

Autumn. The cool autumn wind moistens my sleepy eyes like a clear spring, and leaves fall from the sky and land on the campus gate. The school gate made of brown-red glass hides the beauty of the past and is decorated with fallen leaves into an oil painting, which is warm and vicissitudes; The iron railing by the door is not as stiff as usual-autumn leaves are a gift from God to the campus, which makes the campus so warm and lovely. Three levels, three colors of elves. Look at those blue sky fragments, so lively and clear; Look at the flames burning like red elves, so warm and passionate; Look at those green elves, like trees reluctant to part with summer, so fresh and carefree. Such a warm campus and such lovely students. Every day, subtle changes are taking place in the morning of the campus. We walk into the campus with a smile on this morning.

Although it is only after five o'clock in winter, it is already dark. It is said that there are no stars in the sky in Beijing, but in my heart, the night sky above the campus must be starry, because it is a fairy tale in my heart and the cradle of the growth of flowers in the motherland. The streets outside are full of traffic, brightly lit and noisy, wheels rub against the ground, and occasionally planes cross the sky. On campus, many students are saying goodbye to each other. The lights in the classroom were turned off one after another, and the students put on down jackets and walked out of school with a cup of hot milk tea in their hands. The office door was locked, too. The female teacher left the campus arm in arm, wearing boots and carrying a wallet. Male teachers and classmates are talking and laughing and ready to go home. At this time, the teacher is our closest good friend. The masters in the reception room also put on their coats and closed the door after making sure that there was no one else in the school. At dusk, the small campus stands quietly in the middle of several streets, like a solemn church, which is particularly quiet in the noisy city. I looked back, thinking that my classmates and teachers will continue to live happily here tomorrow, and my mouth turned up.

The morning light on campus was once a scene in my mind, embroidered on the grid by me-this will be my best memory forever.

Stepping into the campus, a faint fragrance makes everything look so beautiful. We study in the sunny morning, start a tense day in the morning breeze, and record our energetic years.

Life in grade three is tense and full, and it needs to be "immersed and full of elegance". Students often sit around to overcome difficulties. The problem of being sleepy for a long time was solved, and the students all laughed, as if the breeze had blown away the dark clouds. Jiang, a famous classmate, wrote well: "Teenagers have their own juvenile madness, which is boundless. They laughed at Lvliang, sharpened a sword for several years, and now they have to try their best. " This lofty ambition makes my heart surge and my confidence multiply. Knowledge points such as "Lian ren", "addition, subtraction, multiplication and division", "ABCD" and "electro-optic sound" seem to be full of vitality and come to us with a smile.

At noon, the students were talking and laughing, and the classroom was full of vitality. But that day, we shed tears. The teacher cheered us on in a hoarse voice. Looking at the tired and reluctant eyes of the teacher, we shed tears. I don't want the teacher to worry about us anymore. For this love, we must try our best to achieve excellent results and repay our teachers. Yes, I will! Because our energy and love will work miracles!

Once I went to the preparatory grade to give a report with a classmate. A boy asked, "elder sister, what do you think of the success or failure of life?" We paused for a moment, and after a while I said, "Pursuit and yearning are necessary in life, but real success is hard to come by." I only hope that you, including ourselves, can complete the whole or incomplete journey in life. " They smiled and their faces were full of sunshine and childishness. We also laughed, because we had such a pure and happy life.

Jingjing's campus has left us many stories, which are so wonderful and energetic. There is a sincere friendship accompanied by blind date, a faint dawn, cheers and shouts flying all over the field, and a perfect artistic conception of red leaves and rain hitting banana in the sunset; There are teenagers sitting quietly at their desks, diligent gardeners, teenagers who are struggling nervously, and teenagers who are full of youthful vitality. Write it down, write down those energetic years, write down those campus stories that we can't forget.

In my dream, I returned to that beautiful campus, still so charming. The wide playground, the tall teaching building and the five-star red flag flying high are all so beautiful and charming. Especially the beautiful back garden, which is not only pleasant in all seasons, but also my paradise.

In spring, the gorgeous scenery in the back garden is even more intoxicating. The pink peach blossom is so lovely, just like a shy girl. Look! That face is pink. There is a cherry tree in the garden, and it also wants the praise of that idiot! Its clusters of white flowers are like a girl's beautiful skirt and white clouds in the sky. This vibrant and colorful tone is difficult for many painters to draw. Just look at its beautiful color, it seems that some unpleasant things have disappeared.

When the warm summer came, a grand concert was held under the dense shade of the back garden ―― the enthusiastic singer cicada sang loudly under the red cherry fruit, the cricket set up a piano on its platform to accompany the cicada, and the butterfly girl danced her beautiful dance to accompany the cicada ... Who doesn't love this mysterious nature stage? Who doesn't like this charming summer on campus?

Autumn leaves fall, but the maple still stands in the flower bed. Its fiery branches are like burning flames, like a summer sunset, and like red blood, which reminds people of the ancient poem-"Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are redder than February flowers." After class, some friends and I went to pick up some maple leaves as bookmarks. How poetic!

In winter, all the trees in the back garden are left with trunks and covered with white coats in the heavy snow, but the tall pine trees are still flourishing, which seems to hide a kind of power endowed by nature. Bright plum blossoms are in full bloom, and its purple petals are still so fragrant and bright in this cold winter. There is a poem in the ancients: "The blade comes from grinding, and the plum blossom is bitter and cold."

Yes! This indomitable spirit of plum blossoms affects me. How beautiful and spectacular the campus scenery is! I love the vibrant spring on campus, I love her passionate summer, I love her falling leaves in autumn, and I love her beautiful and spectacular winter.

Because of the famous saying "I was born useful", we found our own characteristics and worked hard, so our life was wonderful. Our school is no exception, and it has its own characteristics. It is precisely because of the characteristics of the school that we students have to care more about our school.

After the second class, we came to the playground with the rhythm of music, and the neat and eye-catching teams lined up. A cry of "at ease, stand at attention" came, and the students lined up according to the order. After hearing the voice "It's time to run", we started running at once. At first, the students didn't understand why the school asked us to run. Some students even thought running was very lucky, which was simply a "useless, unnecessary" thing. So many students propose to the school. But the school is asking: "Be sure to keep running. It's good for you to work hard!" " ! Day after day, I have been practicing running for many days. It's summer now, and the topic of "it's too hot to run" has spread. This matter soon spread to the third grade, and the students in the third grade heard that "we" treated running like this, and they immediately made ideological work adjustments for us. They said: "Running for ten minutes every day is not only good for your health, but also can cope with the final physical education exam. More importantly, you can achieve your ideal running results in the middle school physical education exam. " After listening to this passage, we feel how naive our previous ideas are! Now we think that "there is no regret medicine in the world", so we must love this ten-minute running. Let's witness our final exam and senior high school entrance exam in ten minutes every day!

Nowadays, with the development of social science and technology, every student has a computer at home, so students practice typing and playing games at home every day after school and live with computers all day. Over time, sloppy homework is a common phenomenon among students. In order to solve this bad phenomenon, most parents advise their children to practice fonts more, but they don't listen. Some parents love their children too much to scold them. The practice of calligraphy also followed. After the semester, the school attached great importance to these careless children and changed the third class to calligraphy class on Thursday afternoon. After four weeks of implementation, students' fonts have improved a lot, and many parents and children have relaxed. The school is also very happy.

I love my school not because of its beautiful appearance, but because of its rich heart for students' future. I was deeply moved and attracted by her exquisite skills and movements. Let me fall in love with her deeply-our school.

Some people say that youth is the flower of branches; Some people say that youth is a beautiful ballad; Some people say that youth is an intriguing collection of poems. I want to catch a star and sit on the moon. I want to sing with the wind. Youth is my wings, campus and youth.

Campus, a carrier of youth, is full of our feelings of venting preferential treatment.

Campus, a pool of quiet water, the water surface as smooth as silk. And we, however, are regarded as rough stones and angular stones. We couldn't get used to the unchanging campus, so we staged a farce starring ourselves with our only youth.

In the face of that pale dogma, we don't agree. I decided to challenge it with my own actions, and it is still unclear who wins and who loses.

We never know how to do the best. Facing the big blackboard, our eyes are shining with infinite light. The desire for knowledge becomes the desire we create. Gradually, the desire is highlighted in the hands. We; Desperate to absorb nutrients, hungry, in order to bear rich fruits, in order to have that gorgeous youth.

We, still wandering in the campus, trembling. No longer walk out of school hand in hand, no longer look up to seniors. Begin to learn and grow in youth.

Campus provides us with a huge space for free creation. Just like a blank canvas, let's doodle to our heart's content. We have unlimited potential. At what moment, we can't predict. In the hubbub of praise, we let go of singing loudly, and together with like-minded friends, we picked up the enthusiasm and impulse to express our youth equation.

Suddenly, in an instant, after experiencing the assessment in life, we seem to be sensible and understand the meaning of growth. We learn how to be friends with teachers, or share our secrets with friends, or turn them into diaries and traces left by youth. All this is staged on the campus stage, scene after scene. Or passionate, or sad, or reluctant, or cheering and singing. Under our rehearsal, the play became a classic of youth.

"I can allow mediocrity after youth, but I will never allow youth to dry up and never be passionate, even if it is only once. It must be colored so that it can be remembered sometimes. " This is the motto of youth, a sentence left to me by a friend whose youth has passed away.

A farce should be over. How it ends may not matter to young people. We don't love that campus, but we are almost obsessed. When we go back to the old primary school, we will always proudly walk past our junior classmates and say to ourselves, I was once a student here, and I once had dreams and happiness here.

As the sun sets, the guitar is playing and singing softly, singing his heart, and the deep voice is falling in the wind. The clouds are light and the wind is light, and his songs still linger in my ears and never stop.

Yes, youth never stops. Like a steady stream of water, it flows through one castle after another and through the campus. Youth, once in our hearts, became a slogan. However, true youth is reserved for this campus.

I said, I want to make my youth the most perfect and vivid. Vigor, color, laughter and even tears, because youth never dries up.

I'm glad I'm still on campus. I walked through every corner of it and recalled every moment. My passion at that time was moved by joy or sadness.

Youth, campus.

Tomorrow's youth is still today's campus.

Youth, campus.

Intense youth or quiet campus. This is our youth.

It is 2032, the world is changing with each passing day, and our motherland has become more prosperous and strong. China has ranked first in the world, and we in China are proud of it. Even the most famous physicists, historians, geographers and astronomers in the world are in China. Moreover, China's Tsinghua University and Peking University rank first and second in the world.

I also became a famous physicist. Twenty years ago, my biggest dream was world peace. Now 32 years old, my biggest dream is to visit my alma mater. I wonder if my dream can come true.

I returned to Yulin from Beijing with excitement and found that Yulin has changed a lot, people's living conditions are unknown, and countless people are driving on the road. When I came to the front of Donghuan Primary School, I found that everything here had changed except the name, and even the school site had changed. I walked into the school gate with curiosity, and the campus became so big-the trees were ten times bigger than before, and I didn't know what the classroom would be like, so I went again. All right, all right! On the sixteenth floor, a closer look revealed that it was an indoor swimming pool. This swimming pool is divided into two parts, one for junior students and the other for senior students. I can't find the dressing room. It turned out that he was on the seventeenth floor of the top floor! This floor is full of dressing rooms, too many to count. There is also a notice posted at the gate, which says which day and which shifts. Almost every class can have a swimming lesson every week. How nice!

I want to find the library, but I can't find it anyway. Is there no library? I won't. How can there be no library in such a big school? So, I asked a teacher about the situation. He told me that the library is in a three-story building not far from here. If you don't understand anything, you can find the school switchboard, which is in the lobby of every building. After thanking the teacher, I went to the library and found it. There really is a distribution board in his hall, which clearly describes every building or site. The distribution board is something that can touch the screen, and you can also find the specific location of a place you want to go by collecting it. Here you can also learn about the history of every place in this school. As soon as you enter the library, you will find that there are not only many books, but also well protected. Students can come here to read books as long as they are free. Moreover, there are not only good scenery inside, but also good scenery outside. The trees are shaded, so students can have a rest and look at the scenery outside after watching them for a long time. The tables and chairs here are all very advanced, hee hee! There are several air conditioners here!

There are several buildings with different functions. Moreover, there is still a long distance between the two. However, you won't feel bored by taking these roads, because there are many beautiful things between them.

Beautiful scenery, so that you can enjoy, you will not feel bored!

I almost want to take a rejuvenation pill, so that I can enjoy the beauty now. I want to make up for what I didn't enjoy when I was a child (although I have lived a super good life now), so give me rejuvenation pills quickly!

Walking on campus, you can see those green lives everywhere. There are beautiful scenery everywhere.

Just enter the school gate and turn right. There is a beautiful garden.

In spring, here in full of green. Miss Chun returns to nature with the spring breeze and comes back to us. Green grass, green leaves and colorful flowers all come out of the land or branches. Students wriggle their waists, breathe fresh air and welcome the vibrant world.

In summer, cicadas climbed high in the treetops and began their season-long concert. Under the scorching sun, the trees behind the teaching building guard the campus like green sentries. In the evening, I was walking on the campus with a book in my hand. Isn't reading a pleasure?

In autumn, the leaves on campus begin to turn yellow and wither. Flowers and plants find a place to hide. There is no joy of birds, only the lonely cry of geese. Without joy and vitality, there is only loneliness and sadness. The white clouds in the sky are standing so high at the moment.

Winter has arrived, and a heavy snow has added infinite beauty to the campus. Everything is white and dazzling. Everyone is taking pictures, having a fierce snowball fight and making a snowman ... everyone is very busy, and the hot air exhaled from his mouth echoes over the campus with laughter.

The four seasons are so beautiful. So is our life. Spring brings hope and dreams, summer brings passion and hard work, and autumn brings maturity and harvest. Winter brings accumulation and longing for the next spring.

All the year round, spring, summer, autumn and winter alternate, year after year, with the passage of time, never stop. Spring breeze, summer rain, autumn leaves and winter snow constitute the eternal scenery of a beautiful campus, which endows the campus with a strange and wonderful color.

I hope the campus will become more beautiful against the backdrop of the four seasons.

10 the first mid-term exam in grade three has just passed. Looking back silently, I find that how many days and nights can no longer be recovered. Before I could count the crooked and messy footprints behind me, the end of the year came again, and the new year waved to me again-the bell in November has rung! Hey! ! ! "Time flies, the sun and the moon fly" has entered the third day for two months!

I still remember when I first entered the third grade, the teacher told us earnestly, "I would rather lose a few pounds this year than regret it next June!" The headmaster also has high hopes for our class. My parents are even more nervous than us. We are not nervous under the pressure of layers. ...

By the third day, we were somewhat excited and happy about this word, and there were some confusions and fears. On the third day, there were no flowers and birds; There is no singing and laughing in the third grade; There is no play and games in grade three. Grade three is just a monotonous activity at home and school! If you want to use color to describe the difference between grade three and childhood, then childhood is colorful and grade three is black and white!

The third day is coming. Should all "distractions" go away quietly? Should I drown in the sea of practice and exams?

By the third grade, we will be much more mature and sensible. You make me proud and heavy. You suddenly woke me up-I understood the importance of learning. My feelings for you are very complicated: thank you or complain! I firmly choose "thank you".

"On the third day", your arrival seems to tell me that the boat of fate has appeared, and the drum in June has started, sounding the assembly number of the final sprint!

Come on! Take action now and fight for a better tomorrow for you!