Composition for the third grade of junior high school

In daily study, work and life, everyone has dealt with composition. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and convey knowledge and information. So how to write a good composition? The following are 6 compositions for the third grade of junior high school that I compiled for you. I hope they can help you. Composition for the third grade of junior high school 1

In the third grade of junior high school, we must have the indomitable tenacity of a foolish man. In the third grade of junior high school, we will no longer cheat and deceive ourselves with lies about starting to work hard tomorrow; Third, we will no longer be afraid of failure in exams and disappointment in life; instead, we will use practical actions to prove ourselves. In the third grade of junior high school, we will move from the clouds of fantasy to the solid earth; in the third grade of junior high school, we will use our innate self The confidence that materials will be useful and the perseverance to grind an iron pestle into a needle will describe the glory of next year's high school entrance examination.

The third year of junior high school is a year full of hope. It is the best time to enjoy hard work and strive for life. We often say: How many times can we fight in life? If you don't fight at this time, when will you fight? That is to say, you must seize the opportunity to fight hard. Success lies in hard work, what to fight for? Strive for efficiency, only with efficiency can you succeed; Strive for mentality, a happy attitude can activate the brain's thinking; Strive for will, and have strong perseverance and not be afraid of any failure; Strive for potential, and everyone will often be impressed by their huge progress and huge achievements in the third grade of junior high school. The potential was jaw-dropping. We are in the flowering season of youth. How many flowering seasons and rainy seasons can there be in life? In this poetic flower season and rainy season, we should know how to cherish it, and we should know how to fight and struggle. Because youth is our capital, success is our pursuit, struggle is more than our declaration, and becoming more courageous with each setback is our courage.

Of course, good academic performance can only be achieved with good learning methods. In the process of learning, we should pay attention to the following principles. Three learning points: 1. Read more and pay attention to the basics; 2. Think more and pay attention to understanding; 3. Repeat more to review the past and learn the new. Three learning principles: 1. The principle of consciousness; 2. The principle of initiative; 3. The principle of independence;;

Three learning skills: 1. Learn to read quickly; 2. Learn to write quickly; 3. Learn to do Notes

Students, let’s work hard together! Let us embrace the future with enthusiasm, write life with youth, and prove the value of existence with actions! Composition for the third grade of junior high school 2

Time is ruthless. The black hair in my memory has now become mottled, while the still kind and kind face has long been covered with different shades of hair. Wrinkles, that figure that used to be so majestic in my memory has gradually become hunched over. But even if everything in the past no longer exists, her love and care for me will always be there, and she will always be the person I respect the most.

She, my grandmother, is a typical farm girl, sometimes a little stubborn, but I know her stubbornness is for my own good.

I remember hearing from my parents all the time that when I was a child, I was fostered by my parents at my grandmother’s house. It can be said that I was raised by my grandparents. At that time, my grandfather was in very bad health and could hardly take care of himself. He relied on my grandmother to take care of him. My arrival also added a lot of burden to my grandmother, but my grandmother worked hard and took care of everything by herself so that my parents could take care of themselves. Go to work with peace of mind.

At that time, I couldn’t walk yet, so my grandma would wrap me in a quilt embroidered with rich peony patterns every day, and then put me on her back with a gentle flick. on the back. I was made to laugh every time and after she put me on her back, grandma started a busy day: washing, cooking, cleaning, and yes, she also had to do farm work in the fields. Grandma has endless things to do every day. She is so busy every day and never stops for a moment. Grandma took care of the family and the fields during the day, and at night she had to take care of me and my grandfather who was still in bed. I heard from adults that I was very noisy when I was a child. I would cry when my grandma lay down at night, so that sometimes my grandma could only sit up and hold me all night long to sleep. Whenever adults tease me about these things when I was a child, I always feel a sense of sourness in my heart. I am also not used to saying things like how much I love her and thank her in a very pretentious way, because no amount of words can express my respect and love for my grandmother. I will remember my grandmother’s kindness and dedication to me throughout my life.

She is the person I respect the most.

In this way, day after day, year after year, my grandma took me from a toddler to a big kid who could go to school with pigtails and a small schoolbag on his back. Because I had to go to school, my parents also returned to their hometown to work, and I was taken back to my home by my parents. At that time, my grandfather also passed away due to illness. Looking back now, I remember how my grandmother lived alone in an empty house at that time. Nowadays, I am farther and farther away from my grandmother. I only call her every weekend to say hello. Every time I hear my grandmother’s joyful yet deliberately suppressed voice on the phone, I feel even more guilty.

Every summer vacation is my happiest day, because I don’t have to get up early every day to go to school, and because I don’t have to be watched by my mother every day to do my homework and endorse it. And because it’s summer vacation, it means I can go to my grandma’s house.

Life with my grandma is so happy and fulfilling. The school taught me a lot of scientific knowledge, and my grandma taught me a lot of life knowledge. I know the names of many vegetables and how to pickle some pickles, such as salted rice and amaranth. I saw my grandma cutting a lot of plants, and the stems and leaves were full of thorns, and I wanted to imitate my grandma in pruning them. But only for a short while, either my hand or my foot was pricked. I finally managed to trim a small root after all the hard work. Looking at the pile of amaranth on the hill, I always felt incredible. How can grandma do all this? Until evening, I saw a pile of pruned amaranth with my own eyes, and I had to admire my grandma's perseverance. All day long, grandma bent over and trimmed them all. I was curious and asked what I needed so much for? Grandma said, because you love to eat! Yes, we love to eat, so grandma can repeat such boring things all day long, and this is only a small part of pickling, from planting to pruning to pickling. My nose suddenly felt sore, and I said silently in my heart: Thank you, grandma!

Grandma is getting older, her eyesight is not that good, and her back is bent, but she still makes all kinds of shoes for us every year. Every time I see my grandma working so hard with presbyopia, I always advise her not to work so hard, but she always says that the clothes she makes are comfortable, save money and fit well.

Grandma is also a very fashionable old lady with a strong sense of fitness. She insists on jogging every morning and square dancing in the evening. In her free time, she also plays cards with the grandparents next door. In my impression, my grandma was a very honest old rural lady. Seeing these changes in my grandma, I couldn't help but be dumbfounded. Grandma smiled and said that exercise is to make the body healthier, and entertainment is to make one's life more fulfilling. Find something for yourself to do, and your life will be better. In this way, you can rest assured. Yes, don’t worry! Everything grandma did was for us.

Time, please slow down a little, and slow down a little more. Please don’t add wrinkles to grandma’s forehead, and don’t add frost to grandma’s temples. Grandma is a unique existence in my life, the one I will always respect the most in my heart! Essay for the third grade of junior high school 3

I have never been to the Alps, but I have always known that there is a road in the Alpine valley. The scenery on both sides is extremely beautiful. There is a placard at the intersection: "Walk slowly and enjoy it." !” Mentioned here, I think it overlaps with yesterday’s situation. There is an old saying here: "You can't repair the roots of the city in three lifetimes." It's better now. Those city dwellers who have spent countless lifetimes to cultivate are looking forward to the opportunity to slip out of the city every day and go to ten miles and eight villages to enjoy the natural scenery. How many of us? That counts as one.

We took a bus to Fanglu Gang, which led to the Shangruan Qianmu Cherry Blossom Garden. However, it was almost lunch when we arrived at the transit town, and there was no bus left, only a row of empty streets. The electric "yellow croaker" was basking in the sunshine, with a hint of imperceptible sarcasm on its leisurely face, "Let's go! Let's walk slowly and enjoy the scenery on both sides!".

There is only one road leading to the cherry blossom garden. On both sides of the road are fields of flowers and trees, fields of rapeseed flowers, rows of radish flowers, squares of maples, patches of privet, acres of zelkova trees, and slopes of tea trees. ........... Occasionally, there is a green lake, a winding rural road, a house, a stone bridge, and by the way, there are also a few starlings and magpies pacing on the road as if no one else is around. You look towards Walk forward, she paces forward, you take pictures, she pecks at it, that kind of beauty can only be understood by the heart.

Have you seen white radish flowers? It also has another name, "the flower of dusk", which means that during the day, its fragrance is vague, but at dusk, its fragrance is rich. It is snow white or light purple, with beautiful and delicate flowers in clusters, giving people a sense of elegance and undisturbedness, but it only belongs to the countryside, and may come from the flowers blooming on the stupid big radish, or it may come from the flowery big radish. The flowers blooming on radishes. I watch them bloom every year and smell a few wisps of fragrance. In my field of vision, there are always a handful of radish flowers blooming on the ground. They are reserved by farmers for harvesting radishes. Seeds for sowing.

However, just for a moment yesterday, this kind of flower completely fell out of my sight. I couldn't help but shouted softly, "Ah, so many radish flowers!" It turns out that it can also be paved. It is a flower field. To the north of the flower field, there is a winding rural road leading to a house. The small building has white walls and black tiles, hidden in the clear water. It is accompanied by a clear lake and a few duck calls. What kind of house is that? People? In this quiet and casual place! I turned my head and met the eyes of an old lady riding a tricycle. She had dark skin, short ear-length hair, good eyes, and a slight smile on her face, as if she was talking to herself or me: "This radish flower" It’s quite nice to drive!” I nodded quickly, fearing that if I responded too late, this beautiful scenery would be detoured.

After walking for a while, I caught a glimpse of an old stone bridge with green grass on the right. I stood on the new bridge and looked at the small bridge through the faint blue waves. Next to the small bridge, there were three words "Friendship Bridge" vaguely engraved on it. ", I don't know if this bridge got its name from a story like "Li Bai sent Wang Lun to Wang Lun" in its previous life, but one thing can be guessed, no matter how fragrant the tea was in the past, now it is full of cool tea. I don't think about it anymore.

Not far away, we encountered a large field of radish flowers, which were even more spectacular than the previous ones. Where there were radish flowers, there were homes. On the southern slope of the flower field, there was a tall building with white walls and black tiles. , these flower elves are like villagers standing on high ground, holding up a large basket and dumping it to the earth. They cheer, jump and crawl towards the distance one by one, paving the scene in front of them. , casual and casual, without any beauty of deliberateness or craftsmanship. I forgot to tell you that the radish flower field was still fragrant in broad daylight. When driving by at dusk, I deliberately opened the car window, and the fragrance of the flowers came with the wind. It was rich and tangy. It was a little stronger. It seemed that the "flower of dusk" was Say it's true.

Stopping and walking along the way, when tired, they found a shaded area to spread out the blanket, took off their new shoes that were cramping their feet, feasted on delicious food, and exchanged drinks with each other. The three of them became more wanton and simply drank They took a nap on the carpet, and the light spots passed through the leaves and fell on their white faces. The birdsong on the treetops made them even more tired.

Traveling slowly like this, it took several hours to reach the thousand-acre cherry blossom garden, but what I saw before me was already full of flowers. The ditch, the lake, and the ground were covered with a layer of fallen red, and the wind blew through the forest. During this time, the cherry blossoms were snowing, and we each held a metal selfie stick, like swordsmen holding a long sword, walking alone in the snowy rivers and lakes. The late cherry blossom season only lasts for a few days. When I went to Iwatō Farm that day, I was inspired by the idea. Last weekend, the flowers bloomed at their peak. Four days later, after such a prosperous flower feast, the flower blossoms were in a mess. I missed the flower season. If you miss it, you will miss a year. If you miss life, you will miss a lifetime. However, if the flowers always bloom in your heart, it will be the flower season for a lifetime, not to mention the beautiful scenes along the way. Composition for the third grade of junior high school, Chapter 4

A long time ago, in a lush primeval forest, there lived a beautiful and proud canary couple. They are very affectionate. Every day, the male canary always goes out early and comes back late, working hard.

The female canary works tirelessly to clean the nest, prepare sumptuous food for her husband, and sometimes even learns to do needlework like the magpie sister!

One day, the female canary suddenly felt a severe pain in her stomach. Neighbors came to greet her. Aunt Lark, who was proficient in medical skills, rushed to take the canary’s pulse. It turned out that the canary needed to be Mom, when her husband who went out to work knew about this, he hurriedly caught many delicious bugs for his wife. He also asked his wife not to work too much. Look, Canary is going to be a good and competent father! Half a month later, with the cry of "chichi", the little canary was born. Canary's father hugged the child and kissed it again and again, smiling again and again. I feel so happy! Since then, a new member has been added to the canary family tree.

Many days have passed, and the little canary can learn to call "Dad, Mom". The hearts of the canary parents are sweeter than honey.

The little canary is about to grow up, what will it do without nutrition? So the canary parents decided to catch some bugs with higher nutritional value for their children. The little canary was left alone at home.

The little canary sang happily. In the distance, a seven or eight-year-old boy came. He was the son of a hunter. He was wearing a rabbit skin hat and a thick coat. coat and holding slingshot in hand. After he saw the little canary, he raised his slingshot high and aimed at the little canary. In an instant, the stone hit the little canary's leg, and he took the little canary home. After being locked up in a cage and going out to catch insects, the canary parents were very sad when they found out about it. Under the guidance of the owl, they came to the hunter's house. When he found that his child was locked in a cage, he was so anxious that he used his sharp beak to peck the metal on the hard cage, but he couldn't peck it open, and his mouth was bleeding. Finally, the desperate canary father held the poisonous strawberry in his mouth and asked the little canary to swallow it one bite at a time. Because he firmly believes that it is better to die than to let his children be prisoners.

The next day, the little canary died, and the proud canary parents gradually lost weight because of the loss of their lovely child, and they stopped eating and drinking, and they also stayed away from this vibrant forest. .

Alas, the proud canary family was very happy, but in the end, they met a tragic ending! Composition for the third grade of junior high school 5

There was a little caterpillar, because it was born It's uglier than other caterpillars, and it's lonely.

It has thick lips, a big nose, and both nostrils can be used for arranging flowers and plants! The two small eyes were narrowed into a slit. It makes people feel extremely ugly. Because of its appearance, all caterpillars dislike it and are unwilling to play games with it.

They were playing hide-and-seek by the river. The Caterpillar was very envious, so he walked next to them and asked, "Can I play with you?" But they said, "You ugly weirdo, don't come to us." Come on, go away quickly." The caterpillar was very sad after hearing this.

Under such circumstances, the Caterpillar did not bow his head, but said to himself more bravely: "Caterpillar, you have to work hard to be yourself. No one has a smooth life, as long as you face it bravely Life, everything will pass, appearance doesn’t matter, as long as you have a kind heart, everything will be fine.”

Sure enough, after a few months, the ugly caterpillar turned into a beautiful one. Incomparable flowers and butterflies. She is dressed in pink floral clothes, with small dots on her wings, and long antennae on her head. She is so beautiful! Just like a beautiful fairy, falling from the sky, people are stunned and intoxicated by the beauty of these flowers and butterflies!

After this little caterpillar turned into a butterfly, it flew to its original home. When other caterpillars saw it, they were so envious that they all rushed to play with him.

This butterfly transformed from a caterpillar. When it was an extremely ugly caterpillar, it did not give up on life, but bravely worked hard, and finally turned into a butterfly, which is enviable. Isn’t it the same as our life? The road of life is steep and long. Only through ups and downs and hardships can you succeed.

No one in the world can succeed casually, just like how can you see a rainbow without going through wind and rain! Composition for the third grade of junior high school, Chapter 6

Put down the pen, put down the paper, raised his head and looked out the window. I don’t know when and where the sky turned dark. I carried my heavy schoolbag downstairs, becoming a tiny figure in this busy night, and hurried towards home. The moonlight reflected the trampled leaves on the ground, and cars whizzed by on the asphalt road. The biting cold wind invaded the pedestrians on both sides of the road. They lowered their heads and shrank their necks, longing for the warmth of home, and paced forward.

Looking back on this busy day, a sense of powerlessness arises spontaneously. After a day of classes, I was somewhat exhausted. I didn’t even have time for lunch on Tuesday, and I had to rush around in various buildings. Whenever there is a self-study class, I always improve my efficiency and pinch myself not to fall asleep when facing sleepy geometry problems. The reason why I was so quick is because as soon as school is over every day, I will run to the canteen, buy a piece of bread and eat it while walking on the way to extracurricular classes. Mathematics has always been a weak area of ??mine. As the section exam approaches, I have to frantically review old knowledge and preview new knowledge, which results in three extracurricular math classes a week. This is not the scariest thing. Since I took the preparatory physics competition class for my grade, not only did I have to study questions with my high school seniors every Thursday until 9:30, but I also had to study three volumes of high-level physics by myself before entering the first year of senior high school. textbooks, so what little time I had left in class had to be devoted to asking the teacher questions. After returning from that annoying extracurricular class, I couldn't stop for a moment. I had to complete today's homework as soon as possible, correct my mistakes, and preview. Under the orange desk lamp, his hands danced like machines, the pen tip rotated, and the gaps in the book were already covered with writing. After fighting until late at night, the moment I put down the pen, I fell on the bed, unconscious.

With high-intensity work day after day, even if you know that you are not a machine and will collapse one day, there is always a force pushing you and forcing you to run towards your goal like this. . But sometimes, I am really tired, really tired, and want to stop.

I miss the time before I went to junior high school. In front of the Helsinki Cathedral, I stepped onto the dusty steps and looked up at the magnificence and elegance of the church from a distance. I leaned over and sat down, looking at the harmonious rays of sunlight shining on the blue sea. Slowly, the sound of the violin lingered in my ears, and the quiet strings of notes flowed into my heart. I closed my eyes and savored it carefully, and my heart became clear. At the Café de Flore on the banks of the Seine, sit on a dark brown mahogany bench, next to the window sill surrounded by flowers, order a cup of floral-scented coffee, pick up an English novel from Shakespeare’s Bookstore, and feel it quietly Enjoy the comfort of slow life and taste the centuries-old history of Paris, which has a unique flavor.

At that time, there was lingering sound in front of the church; the cafe was full of literary and artistic atmosphere. I not only realized that in this dazzling world, only by stopping the rush, watching the flowers blossom and fall, and returning to nature can we truly feel the joy and relaxation deep in our hearts.

Sometimes, I also want to stop and climb to the top of the mountain to watch the setting sun rise; I also want to stop and leisurely stroll along the busy road to watch the lanterns come on... In order to reach my goal, I must run all the way. When can I stop the pace of life and meditate in the world?