Fortune-teller slave _ What does fortune-telling mean?

In study, work and even life, everyone must have been exposed to composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. I believe many people will find it difficult to write a composition. The following is my excellent composition in grade three, I hope it will help you.

1, excellent composition in grade three, has entered grade three. At the same time, I also entered the intense study. Although I just passed an exam, there have been some complaints around me.

"This English exam is too difficult! Not playing cards according to common sense at all. "

"That's, that's my luck. I passed my English."

"Hey, stop chatting, there will be an exam in the next chemistry class."

Student C "wakes up the dreamer in one word", and everyone goes back to their seats to review the contents of the next chemistry exam.

The buzz started with the exam. I'm used to it, just like we serenade every night. Seems to be an indispensable thing in life. There is no doubt that I am nervous. I can't help but be nervous when I hear on campus radio how many days are left before the senior high school entrance examination. After all, my academic achievements in junior high school for three years are reflected in the senior high school entrance examination.

Sometimes, I wish I could fly freely like a bird, without any constraints, but I find that I still lack a pair of hard wings, which are the wings that are experiencing wind and rain and growing up gradually.

Under the pressure of senior three, I only learned one thing when I was lost: crying. I always feel that I have worked hard and struggled. Why can't I reach the midpoint? I always feel that the road I have traveled is too bumpy and I have experienced too many disappointments. In the past, when I read biographies of celebrities, I always saw the results of their success, but I ignored the hardships they experienced in their success. Listening to the applause for the winners, who knows the tears and sweat they shed under the stage?

The third grade is not "killing our innocence and happiness" as some people say. On the contrary, the pressure of grade three makes us more aware of the ups and downs of life and the cruelty of reality, and makes us understand that only by studying can we have a better job when we grow up, our wings will be harder, and we will not be afraid of wind, frost, rain and snow, and we can fly higher and farther. We grow up in learning, become more mature and more stable. I think, I won't waste another minute of study time, and let my study career in grade three become the glory of my life!

In autumn, fallen leaves float by, hanging a wisp of drifting thoughts ... autumn is as beautiful as a painting!

The autumn wind is cool and cold. The tree, on the other hand, makes it an emissary, conveying the yearning for the earth and returning to the roots, just like the saying, "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more." It brought the fallen leaves home, blew up the crops in the wheat field and blew up my thoughts!

Sitting quietly in the autumn sunset, watching the place where heaven and earth meet, the sunshine is swallowed up bit by bit, and it is too late to savor the soft and short light and look back at the loving smiling face. It has become a memory, sealed by all the darkness. I tried to keep that invisible nostalgia, but told me that it was impossible. That autumn, I returned to my hometown, but I didn't expect it to bring me an unimaginable blow. The autumn wind is rustling, and the yellow leaves are falling one by one, just like photos, which reminds me of infinite thoughts. I frown, an unknown mist rises in my eyes, and my mouth shakes uncontrollably. Suddenly, a breeze blew, dead leaves danced in the air, and my tears followed. Once, I was happy and unhappy. Now it all flashes in my mind like a movie.

It was the season of late summer and early autumn, the season of prosperity and decline, and he left. Go in a hurry, go silently, go smartly, go recklessly, go once and for all ... too late to retain, too late to pinch my face, too late to lead my life, too late ... I thought it was a dream, just wake up! I thought he could suddenly stand up and say jokingly, "I'm just kidding!" " "Unfortunately, this is just an idea. Dead leaves fall to the ground, rot, become fertilizer, and repay the roots; Tears, fall to the ground, evaporate, follow him.

That autumn, the breeze blew and the leaves fell. What remains unchanged is that painting, which not only changes the thick autumn, but also my thoughts!

What is happiness?

Perhaps the reader is ecstatic with his eyes open; Perhaps it is a warm spring in the hearts of desperate people; Maybe the shy girl in "Seeds of Love" received the first letter. Perhaps it is a rare comforting smile of the long-lost old man; Maybe it's the mysterious bride who "lives in this mountain without knowing the true face of Lushan Mountain" and smiles at you … all kinds. "Happiness" has different meanings for different people. The happiness of a wealth slave is to count piles of money in a secret room. How sad! Just like flowers, some can't resist the swaying branches before they bloom, and they are delicate and charming, but they don't know that they can harvest more unexpected things. They repeatedly ask themselves: Why is it so popular? Is the falling of leaves the enthusiasm of the wind or the persistence of the tree? Clouds and mist look like fireworks. Although they are shining and complacent for a while, they never want to disappear. Just for an instant, the glory of the past disappeared, and people had to feel from the heart: Is happiness really like this? It is absent from time to time, sometimes wandering, saying: happiness is in heaven and hell, happiness is in hot water, and it is no longer polite. One second is still a fiery heart, and then it is completely shattered, and it is still useless to be confused. Bitter sand hurts the face. If you are not sad enough, you can't fly, but why stay away from places without dreams! How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? The unbearable caterpillar can also shine through metamorphosis! "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine." Where does the road to happiness lead? "I hope that people will last for a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles." Cherish what you have, not regret what you have lost. Few people do it, but this is true happiness!

Childhood fun, like the shining stars in the sky, countless. But I still remember two things that happened when I was five. It's funny to think about it now. Make "cement"

At the age of five, my family built a house and brought a lot of cement. At that time, I didn't know those gray powders were cement. One day, when I was playing on the construction site, I heard my father say that there was not enough cement and asked my mother to buy some. As soon as I heard it, I said, "Dad, why did you buy cement? Can't you do it yourself? " Dad smiled and said, "Can you do it?" What my father said made me unconvinced, and I thought, I must make cement.

I came to the ridge with a bucket, shoveled some mud in the bucket with a shovel, and then stirred it with a stick. After a while, the mud was stirred into mud by me. I am happy to show my work to my father. My dad said, "silly boy, cement is not cement." Cement is gray dry powder, not mud made of water and mud. " . "Oh!" I suddenly realized.

get an electric shock

One day, my mother went out, and I wanted to watch TV at home alone, so I wanted to plug in the power, but when I met the iron piece, I remembered what my mother said. Don't touch the iron piece on the plug, or you will get an electric shock. I was so scared that I wrote a suicide note.

Mom:

I touched the electricity and I'm going to die soon. You and dad should be careful. Don't think about me. This is my fault. I have to plug in the TV. I still have some lucky money in my piggy bank. You must take care, I will watch you in heaven.

Daughter: Lou

September 25(th)

Then I lay in bed waiting for "death". As a result, my mother came back and was shocked. She woke me up and made it clear before I understood.

This is the joy of my childhood.

Excellent composition 5 of Grade 3: "Invisible wings took me flying over despair, and I finally saw all my dreams blossoming ..." In this beautiful melody, there are beautiful hopes and dreams. Now I think: the dream is a crystal bubble, turning and turning, colorful; Dream is a shining star on the horizon, flickering and shining; Dreams are clouds with ever-changing attitudes, floating and colorful. Look! In the vast sky, a pair of dream wings fly with beautiful dreams, with hope, bathed in sunshine, waiting for flowers to bloom … Maybe there is your dream here!

Gently hold up a dream with wet wings, and carefully open the water film to see: it turned out to be a friend of Taiwan Province Province, separated from her mother, only across the Taiwan Province Strait, not far away, but in front of her, she just wanted to swallow an eagle of Taiwan Province Province alone. Look, my friends are singing sadly, and their eyes are full of longing to return to their mother's arms. Don't be afraid, my friend. Your mother is opposite you. Did you hear her call? "Don't be afraid, my child. I'll take you home. That day is not far away. " Let me help you dry your wings, fly and flap your wings. Don't be afraid, your dream will come true!

Slowly touch this soaring dream. Listen, isn't this my dream? I want to be a sacred people's teacher, which is my dream. I was afraid that the upcoming senior high school entrance examination would play a great role in my dream. I am afraid that I will fail, and my dream will not be broken like a fragile bubble. No, don't be afraid, believe in yourself, stick to it, flap your wings and fly to the edge. It is not difficult to reach the other side of success. As long as you fight bravely, your dream of flying will come true!

In fact, we all have a pair of invisible wings and fly here with many dreams. When you are in trouble, please don't give up flapping your wings and keep fighting. Despair will turn into hope!

Excellent composition in Grade 6, Grade 3 "Dad, please help me!" I screamed at the funny look of roller skates "involuntarily". You love my nose. "ouch." I accidentally fell heavily on the ground, rubbed my broken arm and said angrily, "I beg you to help me!" " I don't practice. "Then I threw my skates aside angrily and left barefoot angrily." Stop, this little setback scares you? What should I do in the future? "You seldom talk to me so harshly. I was really startled, and my heart trembled fiercely. I just stood there for a long time, afraid to move.

"Come on, put it on, dad will hold you." Your tone has obviously eased a lot, but I still have a lingering fear and subconsciously shivered. "Come on, slow down, don't worry ..." Looking at your smile as usual, I gradually let my guard down and give you my hand. Although I fell a few times and my body was black and blue, I made obvious progress, my mouth gradually rose, I held your hand in a down-to-earth way, and my movements were no longer stiff.

At that time, I gradually understood that the pace of progress could not stay, even if I was hurt all over, I still had to move on.

(3)

The gradual snoring startled me back to reality.

Quietly walked to the bed, subconsciously reached out and touched his face, and suddenly found himself a lot older and had a few white hairs on his temples.

"What's the matter?" You seem to be awakened by me. "Well, nothing." "Silly girl, why are you still crying?" When I said that you reached out to wipe my tears, your eyes were full of pity.

"Dad, remember that sentence you often told me?"

"Life is awkward, even if you are bruised all over, you still have to move forward."

"I have benefited from it all my life."

There is a kind of stone, which is riddled with seawater erosion, but still stands by the sea rain or shine. He silently looked at the sea, which was a reef.

It crossed the ocean and came to this strange place. It left its hometown, and its tears were already drained by the hardships along the way. Now it is covered with scars, floating to this seaside, and finally stopped. It breathes quietly. It doesn't know where it is. Looking from a distance, it is a silent sea, and all you can hear is the sound of the waves beating the beach and beating his body.

Birds are singing in the distance, and it generously lends its body to the birds as a place to rest. It is lonely to watch the sunrise and sunset, the ebb and flow of the tide and the stars and the moon every day, but no one knows. It is eroded by the sea every day, and its wound never heals. Only it knows such pain.

Later, I don't know how many years of wind and rain, the surface of the reef has already been beaten by the waves and become uneven. From time to time, the holes in the body will be used by naughty fish as a place to play, providing a place for marine life to survive and preventing foreign ships from disturbing all this calm.

I don't know when I became the guardian of these creatures and this sea. For so many years, it still silently guards all this, it is still eroded by the sea every day, silently bearing these pains, its tolerance, its persistence, who knows?

Everyone is surrounded by a person like a stone. They pay silently and bear the pain you bring them. They are so generous to accept your mistakes, tolerate you and insist on not giving up on you. Maybe when you find out, you should silently take responsibility for others, right?

Cherish the people around you, appreciate them, respect them, and don't let them be scarred by you. Become another reef.

The reef, when it looked up and saw another small partner slowly drifting towards it, was also covered with scars and tears dried up, so they could only rely on it tightly. ...

Guided by the sea breeze, we came to the seaside. Climb the high and long seawall again, and the sea will be displayed in front of people like a landscape painting. Oh, the sea breeze mixed with fishy smell is whistling in my ear, as if singing a song of the sea. The distant barges and seabirds echoed with horns and birdsong, becoming a natural symphony. Looking down at the sea, I found that the sea water at the edge of the seawall is transparent, gradually increasing in color, rippling away layer by layer, and turning into light blue, like the cloudless blue sky in Wan Li. But this cyan gradually deepens with distance. Unconsciously turned into turquoise. White, blue and green are like a huge three-color cocktail, bright and vivid. This huge cocktail sea covers everything from trilobites to crabs to whales to marine microorganisms. Therefore, the sea is free and carefree. Facing the sea, the famous poet Pushkin expressed his feelings: the sea, you are the element of freedom. Seeing us coming, the sea also sent messengers to wave to welcome us. The middle of the sea rises slightly, and the waves from there, like a never-ending team, rush to the shore one after another, crushing on brown stones and turning into pieces of foam. But because the sea water in summer is boiling hot! Naughty crabs climbed the Shanghai levee in twos and threes and were caught by adults and put into the building, which became our "trophy", but I think it was a gift from the sea. How generous this "tricolor cocktail" is! The sea is silent, but it is not weak. Silence is neither submission nor obedience, but an invisible force. The sea is affectionate, and it likes to drag your feelings and imagination far away ... but time waits for no one, so we have to leave this silent and affectionate sea and set foot on our way home.

The sky in September is as clear as our mood. With a beautiful vision for the future, we stepped into the threshold of junior high school. I didn't expect that I went to senior one. Suddenly, I have been in junior high school for more than a month. Ask me what my impression of this month is. In short, junior high school life is tense, busy and hard, but I also enjoy it.

In the first few days of junior high school, I was so curious that I took a big stack of textbooks. Language, mathematics, English, history, geography, health ... beautiful words, beautiful illustrations, interesting knowledge ... all firmly grasped my heart. I'm going through. It's a bit like wandering in an ocean of knowledge. Like a lark, I tell my parents about the new things in school as soon as I get home, and occasionally show off one or two newly learned English words in front of them.

But it didn't last long. The homework assigned by the teacher is gradually increasing, such as English words, poetry recitation, extracurricular reading and research study ... Faced with a pile of books and exercise books on my desk, I have to get up before dawn every day and keep carrying books; Night is like a "night owl", and I can't sleep until late at night.

So, I had to say goodbye to the star album and CD player, and even the TV rolled aside to enjoy the rare leisure before. In order to conquer ABC, my family bought a repeater. I hold it like a baby every night and let it rest until it gets hot.

Life in junior high school is very bitter, but I also enjoy it. When I recite a string of words, solve a series of math problems and learn a text, I will feel that my efforts have been rewarded. My heart is My Sweetie, which makes me eager for new knowledge and keeps me searching for new knowledge. In class, the teacher's reasoning brought us to the treasure house of knowledge and the world of seeking knowledge, which broadened my horizons and enriched my imagination. What a pleasant thing it is!

Ah! Junior high school life seems to be really a bittersweet time.

Students, what do you think?

Excellent composition in senior three 10 "There are still ten minutes before the end of the exam! Dear students, if you haven't written your composition yet, please speed up your thinking and start writing! If you have finished the exam, please check it carefully! The class will be rolled up in ten minutes! Please speed up the time! " The invigilator sat on the platform and scanned each student's test paper with his eyes.

"Ten minutes! Oh, damn it! " Feeling hit by a stick, I was so scared that I was sweating and worried! Looking at other students, other students have been quietly checking the test paper. I wrote a topic: "I really want to invite you to travel in space." I look at this topic, I don't know how to write it, look at my watch, there are still nine minutes left! I was blinded at once and almost fainted. What should I do?

I began to adjust my mentality: "anxiety will not have good results!" Quiet ... "Just write" Look up at the starry sky, how beautiful the starry sky is! Thinking about the scene of Shenzhou VII in the sky, I couldn't help spreading my imagination wings ... "Well, I thought about it, and the beginning was OK! Just write this!

"Now! Have you finished your composition? All right! Get up! " The teacher made a gesture, and suddenly, the examination room was noisy. I had just finished writing my composition, and my nervous feeling immediately drifted away like smoke. In a few seconds, my paper was also accepted.

Announce the results on Monday ...

I handed out the test paper, and I was most concerned about the composition, because this imaginary composition was finished in my pen 10 minutes!

"Zhang Jinqi, 1, 83. Five points! Zhang Yuxuan, number two, 76 points! Zhang Liming, 385. 5 points! " Ah! It worked! What about the composition? A total of 30 points, got 29 points! Only lost one point!

Tears of joy immediately flowed from my eyes narrowed into a crack. I'm so happy!

Excellent composition of grade three 1 1 "Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like treasures …" Whenever I sing this song, my heart is filled with incomparable happiness. But today, I sang this old song again, but I lost my old joy. Mom, can you tell me why?

Mom, in my daughter's mind, you are a great mother. I have always been proud of having such a good mother. Your diligence, your concern and your love often appear in front of my eyes. I am proud of what you have done for me. I know this is my mother's love for me. However, what happened today made me understand …

"Have a dinner, Xiaoyan, come on! Don't miss school time. "

"good! By the way, mom, I have to leave early today. This is my duty. "

What? On duty? How can you do such a heavy job? Xiaoyan, tell the teacher that you are not feeling well today and can't be on duty. "

"No, mom, you can see that I will jump around. How can I lie? "

"It's worth the money. Eat it quickly."

After a few quick meals, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. Mom, you saw it. Put down the chopsticks and say, "Wait, I'll go, too." Hearing this, I am very happy: "Mom, what are you going to do? Have you nothing to do? " I walked out as I spoke, and you came out with me without wiping your hands.

We walked and talked and soon got to school. At this moment, the teacher came. The teacher just wanted to say something, and you immediately covered for me: "Don't blame the child, I volunteered."

After class, the teacher called me and said, "Xiaoyan, how can you do great things without doing small things!" " "

Mom, today I suddenly realized that excessive love has turned into "doting", which can only make me form bad habits. Mom, for my healthy growth, please give me a space of my own and let me fly freely!

12 Chinese class, the teacher asked us to recite a text. As a result, all the students at the station stood up, including me.

The teacher was angry and said, "What are you doing in the morning class for so long?"? ! The voice of endorsement is smaller than that of the class next door. Do you think I am easy to bully? So you can get away with it? Well, I won't indulge you so much in the future! It won't happen again Copy it! Copy to the back! "

Say that finish, lower your head and bury your sad eyes.

Everyone around me, sitting and standing, bowed their heads, only me, silently watching the teacher. At this moment, the teacher is particularly beautiful. Only I can see tears in her eyes, which makes my heart tremble inexplicably. Yes, the teacher was hurt by the students again.

In fact, my Chinese teacher is not only beautiful, but also famous for her good temper. She never puts on airs as a teacher. Even in class, she is like our friend, so we always like teachers. It's just that the teacher is angry with us today, and everyone doesn't know what to do.

I met my teacher on my way home after school. The teacher still smiled and greeted me, but I bowed my head guiltily. The teacher came over and put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Nothing, recite it carefully next time, don't steal snacks in early class, and come home after dinner." I nodded happily: "Well, I see, thank you".

At that moment, I understood the power of a smile. Smile, like a blooming flower, not only gives fragrance to others, but also adds connotation to one's life. In this silent connotation, there is never-ending love. I love teachers!

Note: (A student has seen many teachers and many good teachers in his life, but too few really know himself, really care about himself and really care about himself. This article describes Mr. Huang XX)

13 winter goes and spring comes. In a blink of an eye, there are only three months left before the senior high school entrance examination, and my inner troubles spread like a tiger.

Because I am an ordinary student, the study pressure can be imagined. I run away, I'm afraid. I only hate that I used to study in vain, didn't study hard, and didn't have any basis for learning, which led to the formation of this situation today.

Facing the English teacher's ABC, I feel that they are devouring my brain cells like small ants that eat people, and I feel so helpless; For the geometric patterns of the math teacher, I feel my head is swollen, and they are like an invisible frame that deeply imprisons me and is difficult to extricate myself; As for Chinese, I don't think it's too bad, and it's not very stressful to learn, so I'm seriously biased and my academic performance can be guessed. The word is "poor"!

Sometimes, I want to give up studying, thinking that I can go out to work as soon as I graduate, without going to high school or college. But when I heard the teacher tell us how important learning is and how good it is for us, I was a little shaken. Also, I was timid and wavered when I read some reports about how hard and tiring it was for minors to go out to work, which seriously damaged their physical and mental health. I am afraid of working, but I don't know where I will go if I don't get into high school.

Sometimes when I calm down, I will think of what the teacher said: We are still young and have a long way to go, not hopeless. It's just that we study hard now and there will always be opportunities in the future.

"Opportunities always favor those who are prepared." The teacher's encouragement is like a breeze, which will slowly blow away the smoke in my heart.

On second thought, I think what the teacher said is also reasonable. So, I posted a note on my desk, which said: It is better to fight than to worry.

14 dragging in winter, the cold wind outside the window.

On the window and in the classroom.

The monitor brought two big bags of chocolate candy. Entering the third semester of Grade Three, we live a life of getting up early and returning late. Because of the relationship between time and courses, we often have no time to eat breakfast. These two bags of candy are really timely rain, and it is also excellent to relieve our smoking addiction. After the students saw it, their eyes lit up one by one, and the saliva seemed to keep spinning in their mouths. In the expectation of the students, the monitor smiled proudly and opened the bag without saying anything. Accompanied by a "shh", the originally lively classroom became more joyful. She shared the candy with her classmates in lightning speed, and each classmate got a few, so she was very happy.

Subsequently, the sound of the "hissing" of the candy paper spread in the class like a relay.

The student who is already unconscious from hunger is the first to eat. Their thirst for sugar is like a hungry man jumping on bread. The sweetness spread in the mouth is very fragrant, and the chocolate sandwich wrapped in sugar is smooth and rich. Before the sugar in my mouth is finished, the paper of the next candy has been torn. What is more exaggerated is that some male students chew the newly-entered sugar into pieces with their mouths like a shredder. Look at their unfinished business, it seems that a big bag of candy is not enough to fill their teeth. In the corner, several quiet girls took the initiative to hand their candy to the "hungry wolf" and let them pick up a small bargain. The monitor looked at this scene and smiled contentedly. Only then did he take a bite of the candy and smile sweetly.

The sweetness of chocolate remains in students' mouths and hearts.

Outside the window, the cold wind is still cold. In the cold winter, with the warmth of sharing, we seem to be in midsummer and warm spring.

Qin Xiaozhi shrank her neck, shivering in the cold winter night, and could not help but hold on to her thin yellow shirt.

"Roll, you are dead, your grandpa, now you must come to me! Get out and don't let me see you! " Grandma gave a bad cry, pushed the little girl away in front of her, and then closed the door tightly.

The girl lowered her head and silently walked to a corner of the yard, shrinking her small body into a ball.

Two years ago, she was forgotten by her parents in this humble mountain village. Shortly after he came, grandpa became seriously ill. No matter how he treats it, grandma has no choice but to cure grandpa's illness with various remedies.

So grandma hired a fortune teller.

Looking at Qin Xiaozhi's right palm, the master quickly took a step back and said, "This child is destined to be lonely all his life, and it is still a scourge, which will harm the closest people around her. She can't stay!"

Grandma looked scared, then pushed her to live in the outer court, lived in the farthest room from her, and just threw her some leftovers every day.

But even so, grandma soon got as serious a disease as grandpa and could not be cured. Everyone in the village was superstitious, and no one allowed her to stay in the village, so Qi Li forced the girl to leave the village.

Where can Qin Xiaozhi go? She is only seven years old. At the age of seven, she was full of childlike innocence and carefree, but now she has to worry about her own survival.

When she was hungry, she stole sweet potatoes, potatoes or blue tomatoes from other people's fields. When she was found, she just ran away, but she was weak and didn't eat much. Naturally, she doesn't run as fast as adults. Soon, she was caught and her master greeted her with a bullwhip.

The next moment, she still has to drag her scarred and exhausted body forward.

She doesn't know where she is going or where she is ahead. All she knows is that everyone doesn't like her, so stay away from here, go far away and never come back.