The composition on the third day

In our daily study, work and life, everyone has tried to write a composition, which is a narrative way that people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. How to write a good composition? The following is my carefully arranged composition in Grade Three. Welcome to share.

In the third grade, time flies, and three years of junior high school life is coming to an end, which also means graduation.

Graduation is both happy and sad. We are happy because we are about to start a new life, and we are one step closer to our dreams. I am sad because I will be separated from my teachers and classmates who have lived together for three years, and I will leave the school where I stayed for three years. Here, I want to say to my classmates: "I hope you have a pleasant journey in the future and all of you have a bright future." After graduation, everyone goes their separate ways and doesn't know when they will meet, so please don't forget each other! " I want to say to all my teachers: I feel very lucky to be your student! Thank you for teaching me a lot of knowledge and truth. I will definitely come back to see you in the future! "I also want to say to the school:" No matter how excellent you are, I want to thank you for letting me know such a group of classmates and teachers. We have experienced a lot in your arms and left many wonderful memories.

One day, I will come back here and see you again. You can cry on graduation day, but don't cry after that day, because we can't stop at that moment. Students, let's work together! Fight for our ideals.

Finally, I want to sing a song for you: We used to be together, and there were always too many stories. Every day, the sun shines gently and our dreams dance. We used to be together, working miracles together. Even if one day we are going to be apart, please don't cry, I won't cry. ...

Composition 2 of Grade Three: Live alone, study alone and celebrate your birthday alone. ...

My parents are out of town and have never helped me celebrate my birthday. They don't even have a happy birthday. Today is my birthday, so I should be alone as usual!

I bought a small cake at night to open the door, and all the lights at home suddenly turned on. I was shocked! Teachers and classmates came to me singing birthday songs!

"This is our surprise for you, happy? The teacher knows that your parents are working in other places and no one will give you a birthday. Today, the teacher and several classmates will accompany you on your birthday. " "Happy birthday!" The students also cried in unison, and now my tears can't help falling.

"Rinrin ..." The phone rang. "Hello, who is this?" I'm XX, so I can't spend my birthday with you for some reason, so I can only send my sincere wishes on the phone.

"Rinrin ..." Phone calls came one after another, students' blessings kept flowing, and my tears kept flowing.

"Don't cry, you will be more moved in the future, wait for our' gift' for you!" A classmate said, and then I was dragged to the door of my mother's room. Before I thought much, the door opened and my parents came out with cakes in their hands. I was so excited that I cried.

"My parents are sorry for you. They didn't accompany you on your birthday. This time, your teacher called to tell us ... "

Thank you, classmates, for spending my birthday with me.

Teacher, thank you for your junior high school. You help me tell my parents to come back for my birthday.

Mom and Dad, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to spend my birthday with me.

On my birthday, my classmates came, my teacher came, my parents came and everyone came. At this moment, the hard ice in my heart melted again and merged into touching tears.

People say that if you survive the third grade, you will have finished half your studies.

But how many people survived this third day? Every day is nothing but study. How many people have been devastated by this third year? But people didn't abandon you because of it. With your presence, we can surpass ourselves. But some people hate you. You make their cranial nerves tense, and you put great pressure on their hearts.

The third day brought together the ups and downs of life. This important blindness-pain, also appears in it.

It is hard to recite that difficult formula at school every day, and it is also hard to do the same test paper every day. Bitter first, then sweet. Without this kind of hard pain, how can you taste good sweetness? But how many people are not sweet first and then bitter? They always look for shortcuts and always want to get the joy of success through some means. Even if there is only one in ten thousand possibility, they will try for the joy of success.

I sometimes make this mistake. The test paper is too difficult. Look at your deskmate's answer, so that you make the same mistake with the same excuse every time, and your grades drop every time. Tasting this sweetness brings endless pain.

Sometimes I sit quietly at my desk in the middle of the night, thinking about how I became like this. I used to be a good student with excellent academic performance! How can I become a useless person now? After tasting the sweetness of traditional Chinese medicine, how can you be willing to taste its bitterness?

On the third day, people avoid you, but some can't escape. This is like a spear and a shield, which cannot be justified. Maybe only a truly brave person can face you completely. You can make our blood boil at best, and we really can't beat you. Now we're just passing by.

I don't know when it started, and the sky began to become lonely. Naughty stars, I don't know where I went. In the long night, only gray curtains are left, and only a few stars twinkle like now or not. The days without stars are so lonely.

After self-study that night, I had a whim to see the stars. I looked up when I was outside with two classmates in high spirits. Where are the stars? Only one moon shines coldly on the whole sky. Ah, how has the gentle moon become so heartless now? Didn't the days without stars make the moon feel lonely and sad?

Looking into the distance, colorful neon lights are flashing slightly, just like the stars in the sky a long time ago, so dazzling. I remember a long time ago, the night was so lively, the stars were shining, and three or five hundred stars were in groups to form one wonderful constellation after another. My mother pointed to those beautiful constellations under the starry sky and told me one beautiful story after another.

Looking up now, those beautiful constellations can't be found, only the gray curtain covers the sky monotonously, and the neon lights in the distance replace the stars. Although brighter than the stars, they will never form a beautiful constellation.

Which constellations can only be found in dreams, but the scenery in dreams is vague and only clear images of childhood can be seen.

On a day without stars, the sky is lonely and the moon is lonely. I am lonely, even my memories are lonely. I just hope those naughty stars will stop playing hide-and-seek and come out to decorate this lonely sky, lonely moon and my lonely memories.

Time is such a stingy guy, I won't let him stay a little longer. -inscription

"Maybe memories have fallen into the sea, maybe some past events will never come back …" Whenever I hear this song, I feel inexplicable sadness and always miss my childhood. Time is like a blink of an eye, and it leaves me in a blink of an eye, drifting away.

Since I entered junior high school, I have a little more pressure on test papers and less carefree. After class, "Sasha Vujacic" has more pen dancing and less laughter; More serious topics and less childish words.

When the afterheat of the mid-term exam is gone now, I always sit at the window in my spare time, look through the photos of my childhood, recall the past time, look at my childish face and smile innocently. Sometimes I feel good here.

When the sickle cuts off the waist of the last handful of wheat, when the autumn wind sends away the last batch of geese, when autumn covers the mouth of the last cicada. It is like a golden dream, a carefree dream, a brave dream, it is like a dream-gone. Time is really a cruel and overbearing executioner, taking it away from us, leaving only a bitter youth road and an inflated schoolbag.

In front of the window, the neighbor's children are frolicking, and their childish faces are filled with smiles.

"In two years, I will go to junior high school!"

"I want to go to college when I grow up."

"I want to be a scientist when I grow up."

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They just walked by my window, and I looked at their wandering backs as if I saw myself. Mother's voice came from my ear. "Have you finished your homework?"

Wheel of time, please slow down!

Early in the morning, I was awakened from my dream by a few birdsongs. A ray of sunshine sneaked in through the gap in the window and jokingly opened my hazy sleep. I know the sky has cleared up.

Pushing open a window, I saw a blue sky and a few white clouds floating leisurely. I breathe the fresh air given by nature, and occasionally a cool breeze, mixed with faint flowers, blows on my face and feels very comfortable. Where does this fragrance of flowers come from? Looking around, I saw a piece of green, a touch of red here, and several clusters of white. It turns out that bougainvillea and magnolia are in bloom! If it weren't for a touch of flowers after the rain, I didn't realize that such gorgeous flowers had already opened outside the window.

In the dull days, let me appreciate the beauty of the faint flowers.

In life, flowers are everywhere. After getting up every morning, mom and dad always make breakfast early. That delicious breakfast is like a touch of flowers in plain life. Walking on the way to school, the morning light pulls the long back of the old cleaner, just like a touch of flowers in plain life; Sitting on the bus, the sweet smile of the conductor's aunt seems like a touch of flowers in plain life; In school, teachers' earnest instruction and students' enthusiastic help are not like a touch of flowers in plain life.

Ordinary happiness is a kind of feeling, which does not depend on people's living conditions, but on people's mentality. When you are happy, everything looks beautiful.

On the third day, 7 days passed quickly, and it was fleeting.

Third grade, very busy, race against time. They were all running like hell, and I was the only one standing there trying to figure out how to get there.

Many people once asked me where to take the exam. There is a difference of 200 points between the final 400 points and the admission of more than 600 points. How can I get there? I always comfort myself by saying, "There is still one year, don't worry." But I clearly know that even if there is still one year, it is impossible to increase much.

What friends ask most is, have you finished your homework? How much is left to do? Whenever you ask this question, the answer is always what homework? I woke up from my dream when he told me a lot of homework. There is so much homework.

I always yearn for a cup of tea, taste the sweet fragrance lingering at the tip of my nose, an article and recall the sadness between the lines. Looking at their efforts, I was reading a beautiful article, and I threw that homework out.

Immersed in the world of tea literature, I forgot that oppressive homework, forgot the tension on the edge of the senior high school entrance examination, and forgot myself by the way. I looked up from the world of tea and looked at everything in front of me with melancholy, which made people feel at a loss. There are mountains of homework, hurried numbers, and exercises that can't be changed in time ... busy, but I can't find any words to describe it now.

Looking at the exercises in just a few lines of notes, I didn't know how to write them, and I couldn't remember any exercises. I watched them for a long time.

On this day when there is no time, I am still sipping that cup of tea and enjoying that article.

On Friday afternoon, a little girl came out of school with a happy smile on her face. Because, my mother said she would pick me up. My mother is pregnant. To tell the truth, I am both happy and worried about this baby. I'm afraid my mother will leave me alone after giving birth. I looked around, looking for a familiar figure of my mother, but why didn't I find it?

"Sister! Here! " My neighbor's sister ran to me.

"Hello, where's my mother?"

"You said aunt, he went to the hospital, she is going to have a baby!"

"Oh, I see." My mood suddenly fell to the bottom. How could my mother do this? He said he would come to pick me up, even if he didn't come, he would let me know, and tears rolled unconsciously in his eyes.

When I got home, my father was not at home either. I suddenly collapsed on the sofa, tears finally like a broken pearl, one after another. I am a very dependent girl. My parents have always loved me. I should hold that sentence in my hand for fear of losing it. I lack independence today because they spoil me too much.

I sat on the sofa and looked at everything at home. Without parents, everything has lost its vitality. I guessed right. With their elder sister, they will pay more attention to her. There is nothing at home now, only the bad thing of being cold and cheerless is with me. In addition to being cold and cheerless, it is loneliness!

In those days, I cooked, washed and went to school by myself. Even if the food I cooked was terrible, even if the clothes I washed were not clean, even if I was late for school sometimes, I learned to be independent, and I no longer depended on my parents!

I will never forget that lonely day. He taught me to be independent, get rid of dependence and become a strong girl, which will benefit me for life! Thank it!

The World Expo is a post station of human civilization. In a blink of an eye, in 20xx, the 200-day Shanghai World Expo will be held in China.

In order to make the Shanghai World Expo a grand event of world civilization, all of us should take active actions, go all out and try our best to be a good host. As China people, we should show our best in all aspects.

We should do our duty to every citizen in the days of welcoming the World Expo. The theme of Shanghai World Expo is: Better City, Better Life! This goal needs the efforts of each of us.

As a big city with a population of180,000, observing ethics and maintaining traffic order is the embodiment of citizens' social responsibility and an important guarantee for safe and smooth road traffic. Every citizen's manners, every move, every word and deed reflect the inner cultivation of China people. We should pay attention to our words and deeds, observe the order in public places and consider the feelings of others. Home is the harbor of the soul. As a new generation of Shanghainese, we not only care about our small family, but also care about everyone. In our living environment, we should cherish public facilities, and the details of these civilizations are directly related to our quality of life; We should be civilized, and the neighbors care and respect each other. Keep public places quiet, don't honk, put an end to throwing objects at high altitude, don't litter, and no pets are allowed in the community; Don't smoke in public. Follow the traffic lights. Do not jaywalk, and consciously abide by the call rules; Courtesy of riding: get off first and then get on. ...

All these are our duties. As the host, let's show our best. Let's walk into the World Expo and learn about its infinite charm!

The third grade composition 10 opens a friend's memory, you are the most.

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Friends far away, are you okay? How do you eat, sleep and study? Hehe, it's too vulgar.

Friends far away, childhood, can you relive it? Can we go through the "secret passage" of the city hall again? Can I play the game I played as a child again?

From the moment I saw you, I regarded you as my good friend and iron buddy. Share joys and sorrows. Share happy things with each other and share responsibilities when encountering difficulties. But now, is this okay?

Friends far away, I don't know how to express my thoughts about you. Send a letter? Order a song? In any case, it is not as kind, natural and happy as face-to-face communication.

Friends far away, where are you? Foreign or domestic; In other provinces or provinces? Maybe even in Shouguang, but I can't find you.

Friends from afar, the days you have passed together have no earth-shattering events, only some trivial matters in life, which may be because of a small quarrel or a small reconciliation. But what has not changed is our friendship.

Friends! I have spent so many days with you that I can never count them. Whose pear did I steal? Who was angry with the car; Who rang the doorbell ... I don't remember.

Friends! The days spent with you, like a brisk song, ring and spin in my heart. ...

Composition 1 1 Every time you sow a drop of sweat, you will reap a piece of hard work. Some people say that the school curriculum is a process of making food! The third year is to choose materials for food, the third year is to cook for food, and the university is to enjoy it in a relaxed process! In confusion, I walked to the gate of the third grade and planted the seeds.

On the first day of school, the teacher said to us: Students, it's Grade Three, so you should study hard. It's urgent to make a decision for the first time in your life. Don't take it lightly. "In the urgency, the curtain of your third life has been opened! And plant a seed that is just about to sprout! Cultivate seeds!

Life in grade three is bitter! Every day, I tirelessly do endless homework. At night, I looked at the big clock hanging on the wall. At the urging of the teacher, I picked up the book and began to study hard! In the rustling sound of writing, I finished every homework and occasionally felt very tired. I got up and stretched my arms, looked at the stars outside the window and smiled helplessly, and then I entered here and started studying non-stop!

Water the seed with sweat and wait for it to grow! Wait for the result! The third day is written in the rustling sound, and it is spent gently! In the endless study, I shed sweat and tears With that little effort, pave the way for next year's senior high school entrance examination! The future moves forward! Waiting for the result at the most beautiful moment of flowers! The third grade is a piece of paper, a piece of white and flawless paper.

And we are also the brush, in the third grade, with sweat and hard work to sketch a better tomorrow! The third day is a seed, a seed waiting to germinate, and our hard sweat is also the fertilizer to cultivate its growth. On the third day, flowers bloom on the most beautiful day!

Composition 12 the third day, February 2, 2002/kloc-0, was an exciting sleepless night. The right to host the 20 10 World Expo was obtained from Monte Carlo, China and Shanghai. As a Shanghai citizen, we should try our best to be a good host.

In order to leave a good impression on foreign guests coming to Shanghai, with the joint efforts of the municipal government and citizens, the environment in Shanghai has become cleaner and cleaner: small advertising graffiti on lampposts and concrete walls have been removed; There are more trash cans with slogans printed on the sidewalk in junior high school, and the peels and scraps of paper that used to be everywhere are gone; The bus is also brand-new, clean and equipped with air conditioning, which brings coolness to passengers in hot summer days; Many foreign tourists will gather in Shanghai during the World Expo. As a qualified host, we should learn foreign languages well to reduce language barriers. At present, many blocks and streets organize "foreign language remedial classes for the elderly" and "amateur foreign language upgrading classes" to serve those who are interested in learning foreign languages. As a middle school student, I should also do something within my power to welcome the World Expo. Use civilized language in public places and don't litter. Study hard at school; Fully understand and carry forward the traditional culture and spirit of China. Actively participate in public welfare activities of schools and social organizations to help others.

Less than a year before the opening of the World Expo, with the countdown approaching, people's excitement lies in the higher Al. On this day of welcoming the World Expo, let's help Shanghai, do what we should and contribute to the World Expo!

The third grade composition 13 Inscription: Holding hands with good friends, walking on the school playground, bathed in warm sunshine, thinking about the senior high school entrance examination in ten days, I have an unspeakable taste in my heart.

I. Acid

I feel too sad to think that I will leave my alma mater, my beloved teacher and my dear classmates in ten days. Every time I think of the laughter and tears of my alma mater, I feel a little sad in my heart and a little tear in my eyes. ...

Second, suffering.

The early days of Xiaoshengchu were very bitter. There are piles of homework waiting for us to do every day, and piles of exercises waiting for us to write every day. Almost every time I finish writing and don't want to write any more, I go out and wash my face. Wake yourself up, and then continue to come back and "work hard".

Third, sweet.

Although the days of Xiaoshengchu are bitter, they are also enjoyable. Every day is full and happy. If you are tired of studying, go out for a run. Turn all the hard work of the day into sweat and evaporate. From time to time, I have unspeakable joy in my heart.

Fourth, salty.

At the beginning of junior high school, sometimes I can't stand the pain and cry. Tears fell in my mouth and tasted salty. ...

Five, spicy

Every time I can't get the ideal result in the quiz, every time I walk around in the disappointed eyes of the teacher, my face is burning; Every time I sweat, my face looks like a fire burning; Let me feel the taste of "spicy".

At the beginning of junior high school, I was very bitter and tired, but I was also very happy. Although I bury myself in the ocean of problems every day, put myself in books and immerse myself in my homework every day, it doesn't hurt to be a "thinking nerd"!

Junior high school days are painful and happy!

When the long-forgotten memory reappears in the sun, is it eclipsed or reflected by the sun?

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Things have changed, and we are still friends, the closest friends, friends who have nothing to say, and friends who can open their hearts to each other.

Our favorite thing is to sit in front of your house and watch the evening scenery whenever the sun goes down. At that time, time flew by in our beating and cursing.

"Hey, do you remember? When you first transferred to our class, you were stupid and always played with boys. This is crazy. ! ! "

"Oh, look how quiet you were! Well, it's called: My Fair Lady, My Gentleman. Unexpectedly, we can become friends. Haha "

That night, I cried and said to you, "What are friends? Why am I really drifting away from them? Am I not doing well enough? Or ... I really don't know how to work. The former friendship is getting farther and farther away from me now, and I am really sad! "

You looked at me helplessly and comforted me by saying, "Well, to be honest, I don't know what friendship is. The book says that friends are people who share joys and sorrows. In fact, we should feel it with our hearts. Stop crying, okay? Do you still have me by your side from time to time? I will always be your best friend! "

I looked at your face and nodded seriously.

All the stars in the sky are trying to shine and show their best.

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As time goes by, our friendship is still so strong. I have your comfort when I am sad and your company when I am happy. I hope to string together all the stories between us with a colored thread and hang them on our hearts. Won't it shine?

A person, a road, our laughter has been carved into just a visit. -inscription

Night has fallen, and the dim street lamps in the distance are gradually bright.

In the sky, one star, two stars, three stars, gradually bright.

On the ground, three people, two people and one person, gradually blurred.

This winter came very early. Just after the winter, a heavy snow floated down silently like an elf.

The same scenery, different time, different people, different mood.

At the moment, the past keeps showing in my mind like a movie.

Once, fresh people and things have been diluted by time.

Looking back occasionally, the snow outside the window is still dancing, and the green cedar has been wrapped in a silver dress.

Remember when we had a snowball fight and made a snowman together?

Now, has time wiped out everything?

Everyone looked at the snow scene and lamented that it was incredible. I already wanted to cry.

My heart is empty, like a child who has lost his beloved toy.

At the beginning of dreams and the end of the journey, we are always teased by fate as always.

No matter how good the memory is, there is only one time after all. What you can't keep is youth, but what you can't get rid of is memory.

I recall our past over and over again, but all I can remember is sadness.