Unforgettable composition of grade three

In normal study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. You always have no way to write a composition? The following are nine unforgettable junior three compositions I compiled, hoping to help everyone.

Unforgettable third grade composition1one morning in September 10, the sun shines softly through thick clouds. Birds are chirping in the sky, as if to say, "Happy holidays, teacher."

A little girl was walking on the road breathing fresh air. When she came to the front corner, she found a dense cluster of wild flowers, emitting bursts of fragrance. The scent of wild flowers is unique. The little girl took a deep breath. "wow! It smells good! My teacher will be very happy if I give these flowers to her. There are pure blue, bright yellow, fiery red, elegant white ... what color flowers should I send to the teacher with so many colors? Let me see … just send the blue and yellow ones! This is brilliant and pure. Isn't this a good combination? Ok, that's it. " So she picked some and went to school happily.

The little girl quietly came to the window of the teacher's dormitory, gently pushed the window open with her hand, and saw that the teacher was still sleeping, and a pair of glasses that accompanied the teacher to work day and night were lying wearily on the desk. She couldn't bear to wake up the teacher, because from the half-open Chinese book, she slept very late yesterday, so the little girl cleverly put flowers in the pen container and ran into the classroom happily.

Don't underestimate these little wildflowers, but they contain the friendship between teachers and students. The little girl's name is Wang Lili. She is a student in Class 3, Grade 5, Hope Primary School. A few years ago, she dropped out of school because her family was poor. Later, with the help of everyone, she put on her schoolbag again. However, the results are always not going up, and the teacher sees it in his eyes and keeps it in his heart. She often takes advantage of the short time before and after class to tutor her. Sometimes when she has problems, she often goes to her house to explain them to her. After a while, she made up all the classes. Now she is also a class committee. As the saying goes, "the grace of dripping water is rewarded by the spring." This time, Teacher's Day arrived, and Wang Lili presented beautiful wild flowers, sincerely wishing the teacher as young and beautiful as flowers.

Happy Teachers' Day, teacher. I hope you like the flowers in Wang Lili.

Unforgettable Grade 3 Composition 2 floats like a silhouette in the depths of memory, and those smiles and eyes overlap when you suddenly look back. What impressed me most was the smiling eyes of a strange teacher in primary school.

Looking back now, she was still very young. That class was the first time she gave a lecture to a child, and it was also the first time I met her. In my memory, she is a gentle and beautiful person.

I remember that on the day of primary school, many teachers came to attend classes, and there was a camera behind the classroom. There is a smile in her eyes, and her gentle eyes shine on each of us.

As soon as the bell rang, I just wanted to take the appliance from my schoolbag, but the zipper of my schoolbag was left to me.

I can't pull it down, and I can't believe you deliberately targeted my quiet classroom and was swallowed up by the noise from the schoolbag belt. The teacher who came to attend the class opened his notebook and the students opened their textbooks, all expecting a wonderful lesson from the teacher.

Time seems to freeze a little, not to mention the strange eyes of my classmates and teachers at that time, but my own remorse made me cry. I was at a loss at first, but the zipper of my schoolbag was still so stubborn. All eyes are on me. Some of them frowned, some squinted, and some began to whisper. Those eyes will bury me. The strange teacher seemed to notice me, too, and stopped teaching after the second bell rang. For a time, all kinds of ideas exploded in my mind, just as many and complicated as the fireworks set off during the Spring Festival.

She put down her book and walked softly to me. Only then did I find her eyes smiling and warm. Eyes reveal a particularly warm light, so sweet, like the winter sunshine touching me, more beautiful than the most beautiful swan. It is also because of those eyes that my heart is much calmer.

"What's the matter?" She asked, her tone still so gentle. I pointed to my schoolbag, and she patted me on the shoulder and told me that it didn't matter. Then I picked it slightly with my little finger nail, but it was actually just a thread stuck on the zipper of my schoolbag. I immediately opened my schoolbag belt and took out my utensils. The camera at the back of the classroom turned to me, just capturing the moment when I smiled. "Well, let's go to class," she said to her classmates, whose eyes disappeared with her words. Listening to her class carefully is by no means the pain of sailing against the current described in ancient books, but it adds a lot of fun. Her class won the applause, laughter and hearts of her classmates.

How common it is for a teacher to help a child solve a small problem; But looking back now, I felt that I had great support at that time! In the eyes of a child, her teacher is so kind and great. Looking back now, this is still the most precious moment in my memory. A child's innocent heart is hard to compare with people in love!

Since then, I don't know how many teachers I have met, including gentle and kind young teachers; There are also experienced backbone teachers; There are special-grade teachers in Beijing and college students who have just graduated; I also saw their eyes, whether it was encouragement or blame, the general contractor contained a kind of love, a kind of teacher's love for students.

Unforgettable Grade Three Composition 3 We will never forget each other because of the confused, chaotic and gloomy six years. Because of your unforgettable friendship with me, those days when we were together have been engraved in each other's lives. Never forget, never forget, never …

On September 7th, 20xx, I became a primary school student and got to know you, teachers and classmates.

In 200xx, we became migratory birds, and our plump and powerful feathers were the sweat and crystallization of our teachers.

Our years are like a touching song. I still remember the lyrics: "We didn't start, everything was just a dream. When we started, everything was a challenge ... "

However, the passage of time is an unchangeable truth and no one can resist the laws of nature. Although I have experienced so many ups and downs, I still maintain my true self.

There are cheers and shouts.

I still remember the lyrics: "In the storm, this pain is nothing. Dry your tears. Don't be afraid. At least we still have dreams. "

Childhood is poetic, picturesque and dreamlike.

I also want to make the teacher lose his temper. We smile, and so do competent teachers. Childhood is innocent. In our eyes, everything is just a fairy tale with no ending. I want to read forever.

Look! We play in the sun.

Look! We left footprints on the grass.

Oh! There are occasional tears of injustice in the immature laughter.

Unforgettable composition 4 Everyone has a pure and beautiful childhood, and my childhood is like a beautiful song, and every note in the song contains interesting growth stories.

I remember when I was only six years old, I was curious about many foods. One morning, as usual, after washing his face, my father picked up an electric razor to shave. I looked at it and thought: This thing must be a "small harvester". As long as it rubs on the beard, it will be shaved off. How interesting it is to see me so curious, my father said to me, "this is called a razor, which is very dangerous." Can't touch! " "Say that finish, he put away the razor and went out.

I thought to myself: this thing called razor is so fun, of course I will try it! After a while, I had another thing in my hand-a razor. However, there is one question that puzzles me. Dad has a beard on his face, but where did I get it? What shall we do? While I was thinking hard, I accidentally remembered my hair. By the way, without a beard, I can use my own hair instead! I was very happy with my discovery and carefully turned on the switch of the razor. I only heard the rustling sound of the razor, and I was a little scared. What if it catches my hair? After a fierce ideological struggle, I finally got up the courage and tried to gently "rub" the razor on my hair. I'm glad to see my hair fly away. I kept saying, "I succeeded, I finally succeeded ..."

The more I play, the happier and bolder I am. I began to "smear" and fantasize about becoming a barber. ......

After a while, my father came back and saw my hair as if it had been bitten by a dog. He burst out laughing. I ran to the mirror, startled, blushed and told my father what had happened. He laughed and cried after listening.

Although it has been a long time, I will never forget those naive memories of my childhood.

Unforgettable composition 5 There are many firsts in life. Make the bed for the first time, take the bus for the first time, go to school independently for the first time. But what impressed me most was going home for the first time at night. It is like an eternal brand, deeply imprinted in my heart.

I remember it was the first time I went to my classmate's house to play and stayed up late. Suddenly a phone call interrupted our happiness. It's my father. His father said angrily into the microphone, "Just go home. What time is it now? Do you know how to go home? " I nervously replied, "Come and pick me up!" Dad said flatly, "No." I replied piteously, "but ... but I'm ... I'm afraid!" " "Dad said coldly and bitterly," Go home by yourself, but you didn't know it before. "No matter how I begged, he refused me as usual, and then hung up the phone without mercy.

I only play drums in my heart. Should I call my mother? But I will lose face, but I can't back down. I had to summon up my courage and walk the stairs with my colleagues step by step. I think there will be "demons" at any time. I finally went downstairs, and the gloomy alley made me have to keep on tenterhooks. When I walked step by step, I felt terrible footsteps behind me. I have been thinking in my heart: Is it a ghost? Still a person? I'm ambivalent about whether to turn around or not. Finally, I got up my courage, turned my head and thought ... but I didn't see anyone at all, and my voice disappeared. I was even more scared, but as soon as I left, my voice came again The voice became clearer and clearer, and I didn't know until I looked down. It turned out to be the sound of two pairs of trousers rubbing. Only in this way can I let go of my hanging heart, put down my steps, stride forward and boldly walk home.

Going home for the first time was thrilling and almost cried, but it was a good way to hone your courage and determination. I remember this matter vividly, and I tried it bravely for the first time. Create a meaningful first time! I love the first time, he taught me the secret of success: full of confidence and challenging myself.

Unforgettable composition 6 Today is my birthday, and I hurried home as soon as school was over. I am excited to imagine the rich dishes my father cooked for me.

However, I found the door closed at a distance. Pushing open the door, I saw no one in the empty kitchen above the table. I was stupid, and my joy was immediately replaced by a sad face.

Sulking, I went to the study and turned on the TV. On the screen, the reporter is interviewing a group of out-of-school children in poor mountainous areas. Facing the microphone, they just mumbled, "Uncle, we are going to school." ...

This scene really makes people cry, and my nose hurts. Hardly had I turned off the TV when I heard my father's voice: "What are you doing?" I rushed out to ask my father for a cake, but I saw him leaning back in his chair, his face covered with sweat. Looking at his tired appearance, I just swallowed water and silently handed a cup of herbal tea. After drinking tea, Dad took out 50 yuan and said with a smile, "Take it to buy your birthday cake. Dad works overtime today and has no time to take care of you. Don't lose your temper, my good daughter is going to grow up! " After listening to my father's words, I was so happy that I took the money and said naughtily, "Thank you, my good father!" " "Say that finish, ran to the cake shop.

Wow, there are so many cakes on the shelf! Two layers, three layers, cream, fresh milk, all kinds of samples, I see things in a blur. Finally, I chose one and found the shopkeeper watching TV behind the counter. I went in and was about to shout, but I saw those children who were out of school again on the TV screen. There is an eye-catching slogan on the upper right, "Please offer a love for Project Hope." In the picture, a red scarf is holding a piggy bank …

"Little girl, what do you buy?" The shopkeeper asked me. It took me a moment to remember my purpose. I thought about it and said shyly, "No, just looking around." Then I quickly turned and walked back, went home, carefully put 50 yuan into the piggy bank, and prepared to take it out when I used it.

Unforgettable Grade Three Composition 7 Autumn September, the happy summer vacation is over, and we return to the beautiful campus with joy. In a few days, it will be Teacher's Day. Let's get together to discuss how to celebrate Teacher's Day. This situation reminds me of last year's Teacher's Day.

Our head teacher, Teacher A, is very persuasive and educated. In view of the poor foundation and lack of confidence in our class, Teacher A came up with a coup. She found ten excellent students in her class. Let's be the little teachers of those underachievers. We were very excited when we were new teachers.

In a blink of an eye, Teacher's Day is coming. In order to celebrate our good achievements, we decided to celebrate, but how to celebrate? Teacher A repeatedly warned us not to spend money the other day, because we are still consumers. Just when everyone was at a loss, the monitor put forward a good suggestion: "Let's all make a bunch of flowers with ribbons and plastic wrapping paper, and then make a greeting card with our wishes to the teacher and our efforts for the next semester!" We were very happy to hear that and passed it unanimously.

The day of expectation will come in a blink of an eye. The first class is English. The teacher walked into the classroom at a brisk pace. Before we could speak, Teacher A smiled and said, "Today is Teacher's Day. I wish the little teachers in our class a happy holiday, and I wish the students further progress! " We are all a little confused. Seeing that we were puzzled, the teacher quickly explained, "We did well in this unified examination. I especially want to thank the ten little teachers in our class. These ten exercise books are my holiday gifts to you. Everyone has worked hard! " Everyone was deeply moved, and there was warm applause in the class.

In the warm applause. The monitor walked onto the platform with our elaborate flowers and greeting cards in his hand. The teacher opened the classmates' greeting cards with trembling hands. The teacher was reading with emotion with flowers in his hand. At this time, the teacher's voice gradually choked, and I clearly saw the tears in the corner of the teacher's eyes flashing with joy.

Unforgettable third-grade composition Article 8 "In ancient times, Bo Xian played Qin's bosom friend, but now there is A Lang Pingsai School." I have always admired the host on TV. No matter what happens to the guests, they can come back skillfully, humorous and bring joy to people. Little did I know that today I also became an orator with infinite scenery on the stage, and the taste will never be forgotten.

Lens one

Quiet classroom, quiet enough to hear the voice of the brain running at full speed. Suddenly, a harsh "xxx, the teacher called you" ruthlessly interrupted my train of thought. I had to push open the office door in fear and trembling, and it took me a long time to come back. When I was sitting in my seat, I didn't have the urge to settle down and do my homework. I was just worried about the speech next Monday and that I couldn't finish my task well, which made the stage awkward. There is no regret medicine in the world. Since you are not sure, why boast? Maybe pressure is motivation, I comforted myself, but I didn't know how hard I would work for this speech at that time. ...

Lens 2

Teachers and students, a crisp voice pierced the morning sky, causing birds to chirp. By the window, a sleepy girl was practicing intently. She didn't notice the passage of time. At night, the room was covered with cordate telosma. The girl spoke in front of the mirror, holding a stopwatch in one hand to make sure the time was accurate. Day after day, the girl was finally able to recite skillfully and affectionately.

Lens 3

It's another morning, and the air is wet enough to wring out water. The girl blushed and hurriedly took the microphone and began her calm and affectionate narrative. After a song was sung, thunderous applause rang out from the audience. She smiled, she didn't bear the painstaking preparation for many days, and the thunderous applause was the greatest affirmation to him. At this moment, he was greeted by a dazzling performance. I believe that for her, the certificate is not that important. ...

Off-screen sound

The quiet classroom at noon was still full of brainstorming, and I was invited to the office again. In the office, I was greeted by good news instead of heavy tasks. "Congratulations on winning the first prize of XX Middle School Speech Contest!" The teacher took out the certificate of commendation and a disciple's calendar. "This is the book you deserve. There are roads in the mountains, and there is no limit to learning the sea. In the new year, you must continue to work hard and make persistent efforts! " "Mm-hmm", happily accepted the calendar, "I will live up to your hope in the new year and make persistent efforts!"

"Where there is a will, there is a way", I believe I will get more in the competition.

Unforgettable composition 9 Spring sunshine shines on the brand-new playground. Unlike the vibrant spring, I am troubled by the proposition of youth. Looking at those teenagers running on the runway, those classmates frolicking in the stands, and those candidates who are training nervously, they are hesitant and frustrated.

Three years ago, I just came to this campus, walking in the shade with strong curiosity, without summer anxiety, fear of entering a higher school, and worries of youth.

A group of people crowded in front of the bulletin board, looking for their own class. It was also at that moment, that second, that I saw her, a woman who let me pay attention to it silently for three years and influenced me for three years. Perhaps it is the little affection for the opposite sex in adolescence that makes it hard for me to forget her innocent smile. That is, from that moment on, I began to pay attention to her silently and started my secret love. ...

After a period of hard work, we became friends. Later I added her QQ. On the internet, we talk about study and life together. In this way, my love for her is getting stronger and stronger. But I still didn't tell her, because I didn't dare, for fear of losing this hard-won friendship.

I got up early that day and opened QQ to see if she was online. As expected, she is not online. Although I had already thought of it in my heart, I still felt a little lost after it happened. But I'm not discouraged. I waited until the street lamp outside the window turned on, and the familiar portrait was still gloomy. ...

Walking on the way to school on Monday, I looked at the bustling crowd, but my eyes were looking around for her figure, and I was equally disappointed. From that day on, her figure gradually disappeared from my sight, her head was still gray, and there was still no smiling face in the bustling crowd. At that time, I seemed to have lost something, so lost for the first time. ...

One morning, I turned on my computer and logged into QQ. I was about to go to the movies when I suddenly heard a Ding Dong, and a familiar avatar popped up in the upper right corner of the computer, and there was a paragraph "I'm so busy with exams these days, I'm exhausted!" A burst of joy in my heart, I quickly opened the long-lost window and quickly replied: "Oh, I said why don't you surf the Internet these days?" It turned out to be a struggle, hehe. "

For three years, I like this girl for three years. Three years of communication has also made us good friends, but every time I think of the word "good friend", I always have a self-deprecating smile on my lips.

The three-year junior high school career is coming to an end, we are about to leave this campus we love and go our separate ways, and her figure will gradually fade out of my life. I asked myself more than once, why don't I confess? Answer that you are silent, then smile. ...

Buried three years of secret love in my heart, I will never forget it. ...

This only belongs to the secret love of youth, only to my memories. ...