Recall the composition of grade three

In ordinary daily life, everyone is familiar with the composition. Composition requires a complete text structure, and endless composition should be avoided. In order to make your writing easier and more convenient, here are six essays I have compiled to recall the third grade. Welcome to read, I hope you will like it.

If the third grade is my happiest time, then the second grade is my most unrestrained and comfortable time.

I didn't play with Wei Ziyan Yan in the second grade. That's me, Gao Zhen, Mingzhu and Wang Xin are best friends. Gao Zhen is good at speaking and eloquence, but neither Wang Xin nor I like to talk.

Remember when we skipped class together, were scolded together and chased him together? I think it was really carefree at that time. The second day is the best age. I don't have to think so much, I can do whatever I want. It seems that all the good things were given the next day. At that time, we were crazy (others thought so) but we were happy. As long as we were happy, why care about others? Wang Xin used to study well, but it seems that you have dragged him down. I also changed from a bully to a scum, which led to my crazy study now. We were really happy in those years. Remember when we were not together. At that time, I really thanked you for standing with me, which made me feel safe and practical. At that time, we often did not call the roll in class. We are always the one who asks for a report, because we always go to the bathroom. Every time the monitor always follows our example and scolds others. At that time, we didn't think so much, and we played so well with boys. I remember that whenever we chat with other students, those students will say that I have no money. We often borrow money and eat everywhere. I don't know how we survived.

Gao Zhen can't go when she graduates from Grade Two, and I can't go without warning. That was the first time I knew what it was like to lose a friend. The three of us have been together until now.

No matter what we are now, we will always remember our class 284.

Perhaps it is because of the late autumn that the weather is getting worse and worse. I can't help putting on that fat black dress. I always vaguely feel that the temperature of the air turns into ice from time to time. It's so cold ... when I came back from school, I watched the leaves of those trees turn yellow slowly. Rain seems to like autumn very much. I'm always reluctant to part with it. It's raining lightly today ... the feeling of rain always seems to give people a creepy feeling. However, I am not ashamed to love the rain, because it always brings me too many feelings that I can't feel, always snuggles up on the windowsill, and my thoughts are slowly drawn to the past ... The memories of the past are always so fragmentary and small ... which always makes me miss it.

Rainy day is a season worth thinking about. On rainy nights, I always pick up a book of poetry and read it carefully. I always like to hold a steaming cup of boiling water in my hand and feel the temperature of the boiling water ... If I have any troubles, I always choose to cry to vent, and I watch the autumn rain with tears in my eyes. I feel she is still so desolate and beautiful. Rain seems to be composing a humorous serenade. He is more artistic than Chopin's serenade. The symphony of trees colliding plays a unique song of nature ... Everything in the rain seems to be carefully decorated by God, and the autumn rain seems to be our rainy season, golden yellow, full of passion and challenges for the future. We choose to face everything and look up at the autumn rain outside the window. Doesn't that inspire us? It's dripping, and the smell of dripping in the rain is getting stronger and stronger ... Let me watch the rain in it for a long time.

I always feel that autumn is an elusive season, mixed with the fragrance of cotton and land, as well as mature and yellow memories ... unconsciously, I began to hate the present. Instead of being trapped in books and books and only preparing for the senior high school entrance examination, it is better to make time to smell the autumn. Perhaps this is much better than blindly looking at mathematical physics and stuffing formulas into your mind. ...

Because in such a beautiful season, let go of our complicated tasks and listen to the songs of nature. Of course, now we are just a helpless person. In the final analysis, we just look at the autumn outside the building from a distance. Young people seem to have too much hope. We always feel that we are caged birds that can't see the sky, but we can only look at the deep blue sky hopefully ... the pressure of the senior high school entrance examination. It seems that these make us a little precocious, a bit like autumn ... this season gives people the feeling of harvest and maturity.

I used to try to write under the lamp, but I was always unprepared, and I was taken to the fairyland of dreams by sleepy people ... I woke up and found that I had been lying in my book for a long time ... Then I used to pick up a pen and continue my "battle", always thinking that pressure would generate motivation, but now I find that too much pressure will make people "overwhelmed" and I will always ponder the meaning of the event for a long time. I can't find the meaning of time to us ... it's inappropriate to say: it's the feeling that fish need water ... and it slips from fingers inadvertently. He won't just wait in the same place, waiting for you to pursue possession ... The voice of autumn tells us that there is still one year of struggle ... The alarm bell rings in my heart ... I dare not relax easily, so the autumn season comes ... completely different from the past.

Like a maple leaf belonging to autumn, it is engraved in my mind and cannot be erased for a long time. ...

When Ning was six years old, she went to the first grade of primary school.

Just when she was a freshman, she met Qing. At that time, I was seven years old.

"Hello, my name is Jin Yuqing. I am seven years old. I am in your class. Nice to meet you. "

"Hello, my name is Zhang Ning, and I am six years old."

"Can I make friends with you?"

"Of course."

"So from today on, we are friends, the best friends in the world."

"Yes, the best friend in the world. From now on, I will call you Qing and you will call me Ning. "

This is a conversation between Ning and He Qing when they first met. At that time, they all simply thought that no matter what, they could not be separated in the future.

What is your so-called "eternal memory"? I don't understand.

What is the "eternal memory" you care about? I don't understand.

Now, I understand. Your so-called "eternal memories" are the good memories and good times of these three years.

In these three years, we had a lot of laughter, tears and noise in primary school. In these matters, I know that our friendship is so unshakable, and I also have this eternal memory. This is the memory we share. Three years in high school seems to be permanent. Soon ... it turned out that he had already left first.

We are about to graduate. It may be too early for you to reflect on the past, but we graduates are different. I wish we could turn back the clock and start over.

When I first entered junior high school, I felt mysterious, horrible and strange. I feel curious, adventurous and lively when I step into school again. Slowly, I became the bully of the school, and I couldn't wait to take the exam, thinking that I was completely familiar with the whole campus. I just found out ... I have fallen in love with this school.

I don't want to leave my alma mater "Dongxing Middle School", but we must leave and consider it ... The trivia of three years in middle school has become our most precious memoir.

Think about every classmate's face, every teacher's teaching, and everything that happens to us.

I will always remember this eternal memory and never forget it. Forgotten, I will care, I can't wait to dig out our memory, you and I will care about this beautiful and unforgettable forever memory.

Many people feel as terrible as hell on earth when they mention the third grade, as if all the students are suffering. In fact, the third grade is also very beautiful. After going through junior high school, I was recruited. Looking back quietly, I found that my life in grade three was busy and full, tense and happy.

Class time in grade three is very precious, and you must not slip away. Every question said by the teacher may be similar in future exams, so that you can listen clearly in class, so that you won't be in a daze when you do so. Listen to the teacher carefully in class and write down the main points quickly. Wait until after class to mark the key points and difficulties with different pens, and some places are completed. Concentrate, time flies. Often when the bell rings, we are still immersed in a difficult problem or an experiment.

Some students race against time to do their homework after class, but our class teacher kicked us out as soon as class was over, and let us jump rope, kick shuttlecock or run downstairs. When we jump like kangaroos, we are often overjoyed and exhausted. Of course, sometimes we sneak into the teacher's office. If there is something we don't understand in class or there is something wrong with the previous day's homework, we will run to the teacher between classes. With a little guidance from the teacher, you are often overwhelmed and feel very comfortable.

The third grade exam is a common thing, and it is not an exaggeration to say "a quiz every two days and a big exam every three days". Especially the math teacher, who is famous for her strictness, gives us "devil training"-not only does she often attack suddenly, but she always finishes the exam in one class regardless of the amount and difficulty of the questions. What cannot be changed can only be adapted. This kind of "devil training" exercises our answering speed and accuracy, as well as our extraordinary psychological quality. With more training, I will be able to take the exam easily. When the topic is difficult, you are no longer confused. I did badly in the exam, too, but winning or losing is a common occurrence in military strategists! Gradually, you will win without arrogance and lose gracefully.

The surface of the third grade is calm, but in fact it is filled with smoke. Many people make up their minds when they are behind, sharpen their knives and prepare for the next exam. Of course, I don't regard grades as dirt, so every time I finish the exam, I will seriously think about the reasons for my losing points, sum up my mistakes, and sometimes I will bite the bullet and ask the teacher to help me analyze the test paper. The right medicine can eradicate the problem. So, I am grateful for the exam. I am also deeply grateful to the teachers who "forced" me and my opponents.

Exams are like cream on a ninth grade cake. Without it, the life of grade three will lose its luster. And homework is all kinds of cream chocolate. Although there are many homework and difficult topics, I still enjoy it. Every night, I write on my desk. After writing one by one, thick exercise books gradually piled up on the desk. When you are tired, get up to exercise your muscles, do push-ups and sit-ups.

Finally finished, looking at that thick pile of homework, especially those "X" and "?" I'm wiped out, and a sense of accomplishment arises spontaneously. Finish your homework and review today's lessons. It is another gain to review the old and learn the new. Read a few more pages of "leisure books" before going to bed. As soon as the books are closed, you will enter a sweet dream.

The third day is not an ascetic day. On weekends, I will play football, watch English movies and drive fast with like-minded friends. These condiments make my life more colorful. There are many kinds of happiness, the key lies in how you look at it. Fortunately, after the third grade, I am still happy. I believe you will do the same!

They spent three years happily together. In these three years, they have never quarreled. No matter how willful Ning is, Sunny will treat Ning as a younger sister.

However, Ning's parents have very high expectations of Ning. So, they decided to transfer Ning to the city to study, hoping that she could make a difference in the future. No matter how much Ning pleaded, Ning's parents refused to leave Ning in the country.