Composition of Grade One, 300 words.

No matter in school or in society, everyone has written a composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. So, how to write a composition? The following is 300 words of 10 junior one composition, which I collected for you. Welcome to read, I hope you will like it.

I am a third-grade pupil, and gradually I have my own happiness and troubles.

My happiness is that I have a happy family and my parents love me very much. I have a group of friends and I am very happy to play with them. I also have a United and friendly class group and an amiable teacher; When I grow up, I can read story books independently, and I can help my father, mother and others to do something. My trouble is that I am not as happy as I was when I was in kindergarten. I began to think about whether my parents would be unhappy after doing things. If I do not do well in the exam, will my teachers and parents criticize me? I still want to be a good boy of my parents and study hard. Good students who are teachers are worried that their mistakes will affect the class; I often watch TV and play computer. My parents say that watching TV and playing computer will affect my study and eyesight.

I feel happy. Although troubles sometimes accompany me, I am a healthy and happy child. I love my family, my class, my teachers and my classmates.

Ah! I want to grow up happily, and I want to find the happiness of growing up. I grow, I am happy. I should not only be optimistic, but also be a useful person to society.

It suddenly occurred to me today that I haven't seen a handful of mosquitoes in front of my door for days.

Push the door open and watch the door. Mosquitoes have disappeared in that summer. What you see in front of you is a silent scene.

My heart, dim and added a sadness.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a black spot in the corner! I rushed over, regardless of the wet tiles soaked by the rain, bent down and looked, oh! It's a cute little mosquito!

It is majestic, standing in the corner, still marching. Sometimes I jump a few times, showing my hands and feet, like a tadpole swimming in the water, and like a treble carving triumphantly in the cold wind. ...

Three jumps and two jumps, how happy!

Autumn wind has begun to sweep through this golden autumn scenery. He landed on the stem near the field and his beard moved. As if looking out, as if meditating. Still thinking about the scenery in summer, or overlooking your hometown?

In the paddy field, full ears of rice, full of mature joy, bent over, hunched back, lowered head, as if in meditation.

Or just look at the golden ears of rice.

Last year, our family moved to Hangzhou, and my mother bought me two pots of cyclamen. A pot is white. I call it "Prince of Platinum". The other pot is yellow. I call it the "Golden Prince".

When Platinum Wang Zigang came out, there was a small bud on the tender stem. A few days later, the "Platinum Prince" ascended the throne! Its petals spread out for three and a half days. The "White Prince" usually lasts for three and a half days, and then for another day and a half. But after the midsummer, the "White Prince" was at a loss, and watering once every two days became watering once a day. Later, I set up an arbor with two water bottles and a water board on it, and put them at the foot of the wall to escape the heat. The Golden Prince is much easier. It will take him three weeks to blossom! Its golden petals bloom every five days. But ten days at a time. If the "white prince" is compared to the prime minister, the "golden prince" is the general.

He is not afraid of heat or rain. He is very strong. The "Golden Prince" and the "White Prince" are like sworn enemies, with two flowers facing each other and leaves facing each other. Some leaves are intertwined. Finally, on April 10 this year, the "golden prince" passed away, and I think the "white prince" can finally live a better life! Unexpectedly, on April 17, the "prince in white" also passed away. When the flowers from cyclamen are withered, they are still beautiful as women in the old society.

My teacher told us the truth when I was in primary school. She said, "It's good to have more friends. It must be remembered that not everyone is a "good friend" when they grow up, so you must pay attention to making friends. First of all, friends must be honest in nature, gentlemen rather than villains. Then, a friend should be considerate and forgive others' empathy, instead of not giving others a chance to mend their ways. Finally, you can try everything with your friends to gain rich experience and knowledge. "It is precisely because the teacher told us these truths that I improved many shortcomings through the teaching of my friends.

The so-called "good friends" are like their own mirrors, reflecting themselves in our hearts at any time. The mirror of "friends" shows our own advantages and disadvantages. Not only that, a "friend" is also a talking mirror. When she sees our advantages, she will encourage us. On the contrary, when she sees our shortcomings, she will gently tell us and give us a chance to improve ourselves or become better people.

Although "fair-weather friends" can bring temporary happiness, they will make our character worse. Like pathogens, they can make us sick. The sweet words of "fair-weather friends" will make our hearts sick, instead of knowing how to improve our shortcomings, we will not study well and become mentally unhealthy people.

The first 300-word composition 5 "Students, come quickly, the cleaning has begun!" "A classmate shouted happily. Everyone takes washbasins, scrubbers, rags, knives and other tools to work. The task of our group is to tear off the old slogan paper on the wall and cement column. However, those small slogan papers stuck on the cement column can't be torn off. Scrape it with a knife, but it still won't come off. I poured water on the concrete column again and scraped it after a while. Ah, finally scraped it off. I jumped for joy. Some slogans are stuck too high to scratch. I moved a stool and stood on it, but I still couldn't scrape it. I stood on tiptoe, hands in the air, tried my best, and finally scratched it. My hand has been raised for too long, and it's really a little sour. And a drop of dirty water ran down my palm, wrist and arm into my sleeve, which was really disgusting. I really want out. At this time, I saw Li standing on two stacked stools, holding the concrete column with one hand and rubbing it with the other. I thought to myself: I am also a young pioneer, but I can't compare with a female classmate? So I took off my coat, rolled up my sleeves and worked hard. I scraped again and again, scraping one piece after another, and finally scraped the cement column clean. After cleaning, we looked at clean walls and concrete columns, and our hearts were as sweet as honey.

The first 300-word composition 6 Dear sister:

Hello, it's good to suddenly find you in the world!

I just found out today that I have such a great interest in English. It's all your credit. I still remember when I was very young, you taught me to read English, and you also taught me' the most standard pronunciation'. When I was young, you took pains to teach me again and again. Because of you, I will get good English grades; Because of you, I was praised by the teacher again and again; Because of you, I won't find it difficult to learn English ... everything is because of you!

Although you can be mean to me sometimes, I know, sister, that you love me very much. .......

Sister, do you know? I really appreciate your company when I was a child, so that I don't have to be so bored; Thank you for teaching me to study since I was a child, so that I won't feel bored; Thank you for always teaching me to correct when I make mistakes and giving me a good habit; Thank God, I can have a sister like you in my life ... I really love you!

This letter is addressed to my favorite sister! !

Finally, I send you a cup of juice specially prepared by me, which contains 100cc desire, 200cc of happiness and 300cc of vitality every day. Bless you, sister!

This letter is addressed to my favorite sister! !

Love your sister.

Looking around, strange faces are full of domineering. My good mood, suddenly the fly ash smoke went out. The teacher's door looks harsh and fierce; The students look very naughty. Hey! It is really difficult for people to get along with teachers and classmates happily and carefree. The next day, I walked into the new classroom reluctantly and indefinitely.

Listening to the teacher's lecture, several weeks passed unconsciously. As a new human being, we can easily accept new things and get familiar with them when we leave. Gradually, I found this class full of energy! !

Those teachers who look harsh and fierce are actually amiable; The seemingly naughty classmates are actually very cute!

At the sports meeting, all the crying and laughing in the class were borne by 77 cute little people; In learning, the ups and downs in the class are also spent by 77 strong adults. Anyway, Class One of Senior High School has become a united and friendly group!

All this made me exclaim, "Class One, Senior One, it's so cute! Really capable! ! "

This year, I cried and laughed. But I've always been happy with Class One, Grade One!

Introduction: That weekend, I got up early, the sun was shining softly in the east, and I had already walked in a small park not far from home. It's warm in spring. The wind blew the flowers, ..

That weekend, I got up early, the sun was shining softly in the east, and I had walked in a small park not far from home. It's warm in spring. The wind blew a fragrance of flowers, slightly lifting the willow's long hair. After drawing an arc on the edge of a tree with green leaves and buds, the slender wicker gently slaps the lake, as if teasing the lake, making the water doll "laugh" ripples.

Birds are also full of vitality, showing off their loud voices. It's so beautiful ... huh? I was shocked at once. Listen carefully. This is not a song, but like a young bird crying at the top of its lungs. I stopped to look at the scenery, bent down, and parted the grass beside a big tree. Sure enough, I found a bird there with incomplete wings. It should have fallen from the tree by accident. I looked up again, and sure enough, there was a bird's nest on a pile of tall branches, and three or four furry heads stretched out and cried happily, but only this bird was crying for help under the tree. Compassion was aroused and I got closer. I saw it stumble up several times, but it didn't help. ...

I don't know what color my dream is. Maybe it has its own color. I don't know where the wind blows. Maybe it has its own direction. I don't know what loneliness is. Maybe it is like grass. I don't know what I am. Maybe I am a deer running in the sky.

I don't know when I have fallen in love with silence. I like to make a cup of milk tea, move a chair and sit on the balcony, bask in the sun, occasionally write with an exercise book and read this book for 2 or 3 hours.

I really like Han Han's unique writing style. His peeping at the man in the cup is a symbolic isomorphic process from birth to immersion in society. In the article, we can easily see his views on society and life. His bookstore focuses on the world. His narrative is exaggerated, but it is also moderately exaggerated, between humor and irony, which shows us his unique technique. His "seeking medical treatment" is not melodramatic and sophisticated. Although it is not as innocent and lovely as that written by teenagers, it has a special nature. Isn't the article entirely based on the word nature?

When I came home at night and saw my brothers, I thought of my brother again. Is he okay? I couldn't help crying, only to find that tears can be so hot, only to find that people will be so sad to a certain extent. Tear drops, crackling, crisp and thorough. Dude, are you okay?

At this moment, I recall the excitement and nervousness when I started military training three days ago, but there is also a hint of sweetness in the sour taste, such as a green olive, which has been soaked in it for a long time and tastes different. I may not get the best result or recognition, but I am sure I have paid my own sweat. So, at this time, the result is not important, what matters is the road I have traveled. How touching! Every day, every minute, every second, I feel precious, and I want to keep thinking back and aftertaste. Today's experience is unforgettable. This time, I took part in the speech contest with mixed feelings. I brought my speech to the stage. Although I practiced it again and again last night, I still brought the manuscript. Not because I can't recite it, but because there is a post-it note on the manuscript that says: Speech, come on! Up to now, I'm not sure who posted it, but I deeply felt the confidence it gave me and was full of gratitude.

The light on the podium is very soft, and the manuscript notes in my hand are very kind. I'm still nervous, but mixed with enjoyment. I want to try my best to control the fear and anxiety that has accompanied me for many years. I took this step today. I think this military training experience is undoubtedly the best gift of youth that I will never experience again. So many touches will accompany me through the stormy sun in the future.