Third grade composition

In daily study, work and life, when it comes to writing, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Writing is a comprehensive and creative speech activity. I believe many people will find it difficult to write a composition. The following are five compositions I have carefully arranged for senior three, hoping to help you.

Our campus is beautiful all year round. In spring, here is full of vitality, grass sprouts, branches take out new green, and birds will sing gently here; Summer, lush, gives a pleasant shade; In autumn, it is colorful here, like the pictures painted by oil painters, which are particularly beautiful; In winter, although it seldom snows here, it has a special taste.

Among these four seasons, my favorite is the campus in autumn. Because the campus in autumn is colorful and fragrant.

Look! The grapefruit tree at the school gate is covered with lanterns. When I walk under the tree, I can still smell the smell of grapefruit. I really want to choose one and have a taste. Right in front of the gate, you can see a tall, leafy yellow horn orchid standing there majestically. The trees are full of flowers, large and small, and the fragrance of flowers is also charming.

Of course, the most common plant in our campus is osmanthus. There is a row on the left and right of the playground, and there is also a row in front of the teacher's building. Autumn has come, and rows of osmanthus trees are like handfuls of umbrellas, scrambling to bloom fragrant osmanthus, which is refreshing. Although it is not as exaggerated as the fragrance of ten miles, at least all the teachers and students in the school are not immersed in the sweet-scented osmanthus.

The campus in autumn is still a happy campus. After class, we play jokes with our friends. Some go to the trees to enjoy the fallen leaves in autumn, and some go to the playground to feel the breath of autumn ... After class, I always invite some friends to walk under one or several osmanthus trees, appreciate the various postures of osmanthus, and feel the sweetness of osmanthus by touching my nose. Every time I walk under the osmanthus tree, all my troubles and unhappiness will float to the outside of the cloud nine, and the whole person will be refreshed. The campus in autumn has become an ocean of joy.

Such a beautiful, fragrant and happy campus depends on the decoration of flowers and trees, so we should cherish them and our campus.

Two years is the mother's expectation, the child's desire and the reunion of relatives.

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As the saying goes: a thousand miles is different from the wind, and a hundred miles is different from the customs. But the time of Chinese New Year is the same.

After Laba, it's the year, and the flavor of the year is getting stronger and stronger. Every household is nervously buying new year's goods. My family is no exception. My mother nervously buys all kinds of odds and ends everywhere, including peanuts, dates, chestnuts and candied fruit … everything! Dad is cleaning at home. My brother and I go shopping everywhere, including kites, harmonicas, lanterns and my brother's favorite firecrackers. ...

Children like it, and adults are busy. Be sure to prepare for eating, drinking and having fun in the New Year, and show the new atmosphere of Vientiane in the new year.

New Year's Eve is really lively. On this day, the smell of wine and meat is everywhere, and men, women and children also put on new clothes. My mother got up early to cook the New Year's Eve dinner, cutting garlic for a while and making soup for a while. She was very busy. My little brother set off firecrackers one after another outside and had a good time! Mom really has a pair of skillful hands, and the meal will be ready in a short time. I can't wait to eat. Mom's cooking is so delicious! My mother said to me, "You can't eat alone first. You can't eat until everyone is here. Do you understand? " I said, "I know, mom. Then why must we wait for everyone to eat together? " My mother said to me, "Because it's a reunion dinner, relatives should get together." It wasn't long before everyone arrived. I said to my mother, "Can I eat?" Mom smiled and nodded. After the New Year's Eve, it is my favorite "giving out red envelopes". I received a red envelope from my mother and a message from my mother. My mother said earnestly, "you are only a teenager, and you still have a year and a half." The senior high school entrance examination is coming soon. You must work hard! " I thought to myself: Yes! Behind this year is the mother's expectation and the child's desire! At this time, my brother popped out a naive sentence: "It would be nice to give a red envelope every day!" "

Facing the new year, I should have more responsibilities. I am determined to repay the expectations of my mother and teachers with excellent results.

I think this is probably the smell of umbrellas! Blessing words, a string of firecrackers. Let them become indispensable microphones for the taste of the year. Let the new year be lively and happy!

Summer is always changeable.

The sky was clear in Wan Li just now, but at this moment, dark clouds have surged into the sky, as if longing for a heavy rain to drive away the hot breath.

Lightning always comes first. The rumble of thunder is frightening. The rain came and blew on the window. At that time, a thunderstorm began.

Thick raindrops hit the window violently, the dark sky seems to collapse, lightning and thunder, and the storm seems to engulf the whole universe! Rain, like a basin for a while, like a sieve for a while. -staggered for a while, and continued for a while.

This is bitter for those who walk outside, and the heavy rain makes them have nowhere to hide for a while.

Gradually, the thunder disappeared and it rained.

The drizzle falls quietly, like silver silk spit out by countless silkworms. Rain falls from the sky, and raindrops are like crystal clear pearls, which are very beautiful. Raindrops fall from eaves and leaves, like broken beads, and finally connect to form a water column.

At this time, people stopped hiding from the rain, and at that time, the streets were lively again.

The rain stopped, and the flowers and plants looked like they had just taken a bath and put on bright new clothes, so they looked so full of vitality that earthworms couldn't help getting out of the soil. They seem to be trying to breathe the fresh air after the rain. Then the world became noisy again.

Summer rain, pure and beautiful, has brought great vitality to the world.

It is late at night.

At the moment, I am sitting by the window alone, doing one set of simulated test papers after another. The hour hand unconsciously points to eleven o'clock, but I have no complaints about the small lamp in front of my desk. It radiates light for me, and I feel that I am tireless and write like a fly.

Yes, we are about to face the senior high school entrance examination, and the road of life is very long. This is the first checkpoint on the road. All I have to do is swing my arm hard, lift my leg and cross it hard.

I know that every road has its reasons for having to trudge like this, and every journey that is about to begin also has its direction for having to move forward like this. I have my own judgment, and I won't give up or follow blindly.

However, my grades are not satisfactory again and again, and my ranking keeps declining, which seems out of proportion to my efforts, followed by sarcasm and disdain from others. They laughed at my futility and retrogression. I admit, I am sensitive, and I can't be indifferent to the contempt of others. But I believe that I am a butterfly that will not be blown away by the wind. No one shakes the unfruitful tree. Only those trees with heavy fruits will be hit by stones. I didn't say anything. I read quietly, do problems, and pretend that I don't know anything and nothing happens. For some people, others' contempt and denial are excuses to give up, while for others, those are opportunities to grow and develop themselves. And I happen to be someone else. Instead of feeling sorry for yourself, it is better to turn around and continue running and prove yourself with actions.

Walking on the road of one's own choice, even if the road is paved with thorns, there will be many difficulties and dangers, or there will be many checkpoints, and eventually there will be unique scenery and colorful flowers along the coast.

I try my best to overcome problems, comprehend articles and recite poems. I firmly believe that my life is colorful.

I don't expect to walk fast, let alone dream of reaching the sky in one step. I just want to walk steadily, one step at a time. Even if I walk slowly, even if I can't see the speed, I know that I am always making progress, and I will eventually reach my goal bit by bit and get close to the blessed land of life.

Looking back, the footprints were crooked, and there were many detours and traces of falling. Whether it is successful or not, it is my most exclusive memory, witnessing my sweat and efforts, as wonderful and beautiful. Yes, I'm on my way.

Stars are shining in the dark, flowers accompany the green grass, children's young hearts are comforted by their parents, but my ideals are as haggard as my soul. /kloc-under the dark sky of girls aged 0/6, there are often tears.

When I was young, I often thought I was a model policeman in the world to uphold justice. I put on the military green police uniform and led my hands to fight the bad guys again and again, and stood up to subdue the bad guys in an emergency. The difficulty of saving the masses. Be loved by the people and work hard with comrades to defeat the bad guys. However, due to the passage of time and social changes, my dream has gradually disappeared. When I grew up, my sports gradually played a role. When I was a child, I dreamed of standing on the podium of the Beijing Olympic Games, accepting people's envious eyes and saving the motherland in the name of the sick man of East Asia. However, one minute on the stage takes ten years off the stage. I want this kind of achievement, and I have to pay ten times more sweat than before, but in the process of practicing, I often get injured here or twisted there. Under the opposition of my family, my studies decline as quickly as sliding stairs, which never reduces my confidence. I almost put forward the idea of giving up, which makes my coach run around like ants on hot bricks. Especially after junior high school, scores are the seasoning at home. When my grades are better, my mother will be in a good mood and treat me as a good friend, not a mother. Good flowers don't bloom often, and good things don't come often Gradually, my grades dropped. Every time I drag my tired body home, I don't accept warm maternal love, but why did my grades drop again this time, and then there was cold irony. I know that grades are smiles on parents' faces. Of course, I want to do well in the exam, but things are not as expected, and I want to face it every day. In the past, I firmly believed that "as long as you work hard, you will get something", and the results of your own efforts will definitely improve, but the cruel facts have evaporated my confidence.

I'm not as confident as I was when I was young. Now I just want to find my old self-confidence, but no one encourages me. I want to go back to the battlefield, and no one understands me. I don't want anything now. I just hope that my mother will not only pay attention to her grades in junior high school, but also give me more understanding, encouragement and confidence. I want him to know that his little concern can win everyone's concern for me, instead of killing all my original self-confidence. Mom, you know what?

When will there be a rainbow in my sky? Can restore my heart to its original state. I look up at the sky and sigh! ! !