The third-grade writer's composition article 1 full moon, I have the clearest cup; After sunset, I hold a wisp of the warmest; Burning red leaves, I pick the hottest beautiful grass, and I pick the brightest one; The vast sea of people, I want to choose what kind of life is best for my family.
Motherly love is an umbrella for me to shelter from the wind and rain; Motherly love is a ray of sunshine, shining on me forever; Motherly love is a sweater that warms my heart; Motherly love is a ballad, which brings me into a sweet dream; Motherly love is a cup of hot milk, which brings me warmth. ...
In the summer of grade two, the burning sun scorched the earth. I hurried back from my teacher's house after I finished writing Chinese calligraphy.
I sit on grandma's bike and sing. When I saw the wheels of my bike turning, I felt very strange: if the wheels don't turn, can I go forward? In order to get the answer, I naively put my foot into the wheel and only heard a bang. Grandma and I fell to the ground together with the bike, and my foot got stuck in the wheel of the bike. Grandma quickly took my foot off the steering wheel and took me to my mother's cold drink shop.
I looked pale and kept moaning in my mouth: "Mom, mom. . . . . . "My mother held me in her arms and patted me gently, encouraging me to say," You are a strong child. You have to fight the pain. You have to overcome it. Come on! " The hospital is coming, you have to hold on! "
My mother took me to an orthopedic examination. The doctor said that there are parts on the bicycle wheel of my left foot, which must be taken out, otherwise this foot may be useless. Mother was frightened and asked the doctor to take out the parts quickly. However, at that time, I was most afraid of pain. I would rather lose my feet than endure pain, so I tried my best to let them touch my feet. Mother clutched my foot tightly and asked the doctor to take it out quickly. I looked at my mother with tears in my eyes and said, "Mom, Lei Lei's mother will be fine in the future. Mom won't bring me here, I want to go back. " Whoa whoa whoa-"I cried loudly and begged my mother to take me back. Seeing me like this, my mother fought back her tears and said, "Good boy, take the parts away. "
After you come out, mom will take you home and Lei Lei to the park, okay? Be obedient and put your feet away. ""I don't want it, I don't want it, I'll go back now! Whoa whoa whoa-"Just then, warm water dripped on my face and my mother cried. My mother cried for the first time because of me. I gradually settled down, but the pain made me cry. I seem to have bitten something soft, and the pain gradually disappeared. The parts were taken out smoothly, and I let go and fell asleep in my mother's arms. . . . . .
After waking up, I saw my mother's anxious eyes and a deep tooth cherry. My mother was afraid that I would bite my lips, so she put her washed hands in my mouth. I can't help crying. When my mother saw me crying again, she thought my feet still hurt, so she asked eagerly, "What's the matter? Does it still hurt? " I wiped my tears and said, "Mom, I'm fine. You don't have to worry! " " .。 . . . .
Mother's love, I will always remember!
Today is Mother's Day. I gave my mother a carnation and added: Mom, I love you! Mom cried again, but there was still a happy smile on her mouth. . . . . .
In this society, people from all walks of life have their own unique vision, which is formed by habit. Their age, personality and occupation are all revealed in their eyes.
The diplomat's eyes are deep and serious, which makes people unpredictable; The artist's eyes are warm and intoxicated, which makes people deeply immersed in it; And my father also has his own eyes, which, in my opinion, are the warmest.
My father is an old Chinese medicine practitioner with high moral character and excellent medical skills. Once, a company invited him to go abroad to treat other people. This is a good opportunity for my father. But my father refused for the simple reason that the company said that my father could not take me away and he could not abandon me. Since then, my father, with his good medical skills, not only made his family rich, but also won unanimous praise from patients, so he was rated as "a famous old Chinese doctor" by Beijing Guangming College of Traditional Chinese Medicine. I know, it's not easy. From then on, I began to pay attention to him. He treats every patient so affable, serious and responsible, and his eyes are focused and kind, which warms every patient's heart.
Father is not only good at his job, but also good at cooking and combing his hair. He should be very suitable for women. His cooking is not only delicious, but also pays great attention to nutrition, which makes me have a good appetite and grow healthily. Comb your hair, not to mention him. Every morning, he always stands by the chair with a comb in his hand, waiting for me to go downstairs. He combed my hair flat first, then gently divided it into two sides, and finally tied my braid skillfully. He always smiles in the mirror, and his eyes are full of love.
Braid your hair and have a good breakfast. I should go to school. At this time, my father always helped me carry my schoolbag, opened the door and looked around until the end of the path. Several times, I saw it in his kind eyes and understood the meaning of coming.
Therefore, in my impression, my father is always kind and gentle. But one day, something happened that showed me the other side of my father. That day, I spent the whole morning making a cube frame and asked a naughty little brother to come to my house to dismantle it. My father knew about it. He was angry and criticized me severely, which surprised me. I have never seen his stern eyes. I am sad. The next morning, my father silently helped me make breakfast, comb my hair and didn't send me to school, which made me very unaccustomed and felt very bad. When I came home from school that day, my father asked me to sit next to him. He looked at me seriously and told me earnestly that I should respect my work. Only when I cherish it will losers respect me and my work. We should also cherish time and seize every minute to do useful things. I think what my father said is very reasonable. The knot between me and him has been opened. I think I love him more.
The next morning, my father took me to school as usual. I can't help but look back into his eyes and find deep hope in my familiar eyes. ...
Xx school grade three: * * *
The third essay of the third grade writer "My Chinese Teacher"
Miss Wu is a Chinese teacher in our class. She has long black hair and a pair of bright eyes, and can see through every classmate's mind. Under her tall nose is a mouth, and when she smiles, she will show her white teeth.
Her language in class is accurate and vivid, her tone is cadence, and her feelings are real and touching. Her class is as attractive as a magnet, and we all like her teacher's Chinese class. I can't forget it. When she told us about Guilin Landscape, she said in vivid language, "Please listen to me and expand your imagination. Let's enjoy the scenery of Guilin together.
The mountain in Guilin is so quiet that you can't feel it flowing ... "I listened quietly, thinking and feeling, just like swimming across the Lijiang River with my teacher and enjoying the beautiful scenery of Guilin. After reading it, the teacher led us to "watch" the mountains in Guilin carefully.
Every vivid language and every accurate and interesting gesture of Mr. Wu describes the strange, beautiful and dangerous mountains of Guilin in front of us. Even the famous troublemakers Zhang Junqing and Zhang Xiaolong in the class are listening, thinking and imagining with relish. ...
I remember when I was in the fifth grade, Mr. Wu's lectures often contained rich feelings, which made us can't help but walk into the joys and sorrows of the story. What impressed me most was that when she taught us the article "Yang Ke, a young musician", I couldn't help shedding tears of sympathy. How tragic Xiao Yang Ke's fate is!
The students were infected by the teacher's true feelings. It seems that the poor little one is just around the corner. The whole class attended this class with a heavy heart, and many students were red-eyed. When the teacher taught us "Moonlight Music", the students were more intoxicated with Beethoven's piano music. In front of us, it seems that the raging sea is surging, and the silver moon is rising from the place where the water meets the sky. ...
Teacher Wu's Chinese class is like this. She always creates a concrete and vivid scene atmosphere with rich emotions, leading us to roam and explore in the ocean of life and knowledge.
I like Mr. Wu, and I like Mr. Wu's Chinese class even more.
Everyone has his own personality and hobbies. I am no exception, and I'm sure you are, too.
I have small eyes; The nose is very high; The mouth is very small; Have a pair of small ears; There are two short eyebrows.
I am quiet. Every day, I read quietly in my room with a favorite book in my hand. Because my room feels quiet, I concentrate on reading. At the end of the day, I always have some time to immerse myself in the ocean of this book.
I am serious. Today, the teacher gave our class homework such as Chinese, math and English. I will do all my Chinese homework carefully first, and then do all my math homework.
I am very careless. As long as you are careful with this problem, you can correct it. But I'm just a little careless, so I can't get full marks on this topic. Just look at this topic clearly, but I was careless at the moment. I didn't see the topic clearly, so I deducted one or two points.
I am timid. When I tried to cross the road by bike, I looked around. After that, the car was more than 0 meter away from me 10, and I dared not cross it.
I like playing badminton. I am patting badminton with my favorite color. Shoot them one by one.
I like not only playing badminton, but also practicing writing.
I took out a pen and calligraphy and paper for practicing pen writing. I'll take a pen first, open the ink bottle, dip it in ink and wipe the pen clean. Then practice one by one according to the words on the pen.
I am such a girl.
Grade Three: Flowers and Teenagers
Article written by 5 people in Grade 3 No.65438 +0
After the Spring and Autumn Period, it will follow the fleeting summer.
The most common and indifferent winter.
It doesn't snow, it's not warm, and a little clean breath is blown away by the cold air conditioner. As for people who do morning exercises, they get up early and greedily reach out to touch the so-called warm sun in winter.
The soybean milk in my hand is already very cold.
My hands are red with cold. Open your mouth to catch the sweet straw, and the white smell has been scattered in the air, suppressing the limelight of the faint soybean milk.
It's too bad.
second
Xiaoxiao is a junior high school student. This is a simple time. All the children are sitting in the classroom happily, talking about when and where there will be a comic book exhibition, which beautiful star is so beautiful, which handsome group will come here for a concert and so on.
She enjoyed it, too
Of course. She always controls herself and never makes love to anyone.
Because there is no feeling. Who do you think is handsome? Just be handsome. It has nothing to do with yourself.
Until one day, Shallow told her that she was going to start idolizing.
Then listen to the shallow chatter in her ear every day and change her previous image. Wow, who is so handsome and talented? ...
Xiaoxiao doesn't understand at all.
So she still does what the so-called good students do. Sitting quietly, flipping through books at will, absent-minded in class, looking at the world coldly.
Although I lost a bosom friend.
third place
Standing on the rooftop, you can only see a little starlight in the darkness. Sometimes, the only thing I feel is the biting wind.
It's really strange to be shallow with yourself.
At first, I really pestered her and asked questions. She is patient and always answers obediently. Later, she will ask her out. She is very nice and always follows her.
And before you know it, you become friends?
That's not the case at all.
People always say that Mix is a carefree child, naive and enthusiastic. Even if it is shallow, I think so.
However, small is strange. Her diary, with a maximum of 20 words a day, was shocked when her mother turned to the first page of the diary. The only page with more than 20 words.
I know you will turn to this diary, but if I don't want to show you anything, I won't write it down. ]
Small and simple, that's how the diary is written.
I like the coffee in that shop very much. ]
A clean page, at most one sentence a day, sometimes only one word, one word. Mother doesn't know why she spent so long sitting in her room writing a diary, just to write a few words.
Mix is very good. Although her grades are not as good as shallow ones, I often forget to do my homework.
But that's what adults say.
Mix is fine.
fourth
At the graduation party, Yan Hui came to study abroad.
Many girls blushed and their hearts beat, and then decided to play with him once. Turn off the lights, hide and wait for him to come.
It feels so normal.
Smile just echoed the smile, tired of this irregular feeling. Boys and girls, just look at it.
But they are all bystanders.
Go their separate ways and seldom meet again.
In addition, this is a very rare thing. Feelings or something, it's really hard to say Idolization doesn't like reading romance novels or fancy things.
So, it really doesn't matter.
Even the only secret love in junior high school is so rare that it will fade away in just one week, such as the unknown flowers on the balcony, which bloom and fall, and no one knows. But I can entertain myself and be satisfied.
Shallow is also very happy, because it is difficult to indulge once. This is the first time Xiao Xiao discovered that Mix could laugh so happily in such a crowded place.
No one knows satisfaction.
Fifth place
As a result, there are fewer and fewer familiar ringtones, and the language boxes that jump on QQ are only those chat groups.
I'll never see Mix again.
Shallow began to worry.
But how to worry? I turned my head and found that all this was a little wrapped around me, and even the mobile phone number was a piece of paper that was forcibly stuffed. A little girl with a long melancholy head and a sweet smile …
[Her voice is really nice! Please listen! Please be shallow. ]
I entered my name in the web search bar, and a heavenly voice came from my ear. I smiled, really suitable for ditty, but, Xiaoxiao, where are you now?
I turned over my classmates' records for a long time and found Xiao Jia's phone number. However, no one answered for a long time.
When I can't remember how many times I called, the other party finally got through.
Very gentle female voice.
"I'm really sorry. What can I do for you? " Voice with trembling, like crying for a long time, depressed for a long time.
"... I'm looking for Xiaoxiao. "
There was no reply. After a long time, the other party hung up.
It's been a long time, and you will never see each other again.
Sixth
Shallow is very clever, but she would rather be a fool now.
So you can't guess what the other person really means.
Mix is dead.
Because she has no memory of the world. Parents, friends and lovers?
She didn't.
So she left and went to a shallow invisible place. Far, far away
Keep countless times of beauty.
Shallow always remember the first Song Xiaoxiao song to her. Use your favorite Japanese.
Flowers in full bloom in spring and boundless sky in summer seem to be the light in the heart. The days when it was drizzling in the morning and the doors and windows were gently closed have passed. My heart is full of the light of clouds flying in the sky.
Lead me, shouts come from afar. Like a smile, like a song, the voice floating in the air has been echoing ... happy or sad, we can hold you in our arms and take the first step gently to let us know that our hands are so tightly held together. ]
It's really nice, and it makes people cry.
Shallow thought of a small voice, faint.
I have an excellent and capable sister, and she will always be a strong woman in my memory.
I remember hearing from my father that when my sister was born, her family was poor. Although she ate very little, she was still guaranteed. At that time, coupled with her weak health, her parents took her to many hospitals when she was young, spent a lot of money, took a lot of medicine and suffered a lot.
At that time, my sister was always among the best among the sisters, and she was also the darkest and thinnest among the sisters. In junior high school, my brother was ill and my sister dropped out of school to see a doctor. There is not enough money at home for my sister to go to school. She endured grief and reluctantly faced this difficulty, so she chose to work to earn money.
/kloc-When I was 0/7 years old, my sister left home and parents, followed my cousin to Yinchuan and worked here to earn money. Her health is not very good. She stayed up late and worked overtime, which made her a lot haggard.
It is true that health is the capital of revolution. Good health, everything is fine. At the age of 20, my sister got married, the wedding reception was not so rich, and I didn't get a marriage certificate. So I simply married into a family and the family lived a fairly happy life. At that time, their family relied on her sister to work in a restaurant to earn money to support their families. She always has a high commission and bonus for those who can work hard, and the boss values him very much.
In 20xx, my sister got married for a whole year. An unexpected event trapped my sister. My sister is ill and needs an operation. The cost of surgery has become the biggest headache for my family. At this critical moment, Dad V extended a helping hand and raised enough operation expenses for her sister, so that she could successfully complete the operation. On the first day after the operation, my sister was still awake, and my family was particularly worried, but no one thought of it. The first thing I heard was the word divorce. It was like a bolt from the blue, which shocked all of us. Just when my sister needs care most, just when my sister needs love and care most, these two words make her completely "unable to get up". But my sister, who has always been kind, reluctantly agreed to them.
My sister stayed at home for a year, wrote many articles and shed many tears. A year later, she picked herself up and set foot in the city again to start a new job and life. I opened a shop and became a small boss. I have a good life and often send money home.
The appearance of a person in 20xx made my sister fall into an incomplete love again. This man had a child, but he fell in love with my sister. Under his pursuit, my sister had to promise him. Days passed quickly, and gradually they could not live without each other, but bad things were always met by my sister. A phone call in 20xx ended everything. He said he would take care of the child, who was innocent. Such a reason makes my sister very angry. My sister had to watch him leave quietly from her side. The vague back and clear face hurt my sister deeply, but my sister didn't say anything. Nothing will change everything. Only her words delayed her youth and wasted his feelings. Maybe only she knows!
This is my sister, a silly sister who only thinks of others, not herself. I hope my sister will be healthy, healthy, husband and family in the future. I believe that good people are rewarded, and good sisters will definitely have these.
Zhao, the third grade of Longde Middle School
From the moment I saw him, I knew that the fate of a yarn washing girl would be rewritten. So, without too much language, I went with him; Without much persuasion, I threw myself into another man's arms for someone he was loyal to. I know that even if it is not for him, but for the people of Yue, I should go this way, but because of him, I can go so calmly and resolutely. Without any resistance or complaint, I stepped into Gusutai.
Because he is, and I am Yi Guang and Shi. One is a wise counselor, and the other is a beauty among absolute beauties. Two people at the wrong time, wrong place, and wrong acquaintance are doomed to leave in another way. My edges and corners will be smoothed away because of him, and my personality will be hidden because of him.
The first time I saw Focha, who is no longer young but lustful, I almost ran out of the door because of my personality in my bones. But at that moment, I remembered that I could no longer have my own personality. For the people of Yue, for him, my personality must be buried in the depths of my memory together with my intelligence. Even when I saw the glib "Ai" vilifying Fu Cha, and even when I saw the loyal minister Wu Zixu sentenced to death, I still didn't dig them out of my memory, not because I couldn't, but because I didn't dare. I can only be a charming flower on the side, that's all. Because I can't interfere in internal affairs, I can't say anything wrong. Because there is a leisurely monarch, Wu will die faster, so I can only choose silence and keep silent about my conscience.
Every day, I will still try my best to show what I learned in Vietnam to Focha and make him fascinated with me. Although I know it is not difficult to do this with my beauty, I want to tell myself that I am still useful in this world, not a walking corpse or a puppet. So, gradually, I conquered him with my beauty and understanding. Since then, the king has never made an early appearance, and I have changed from a humble enemy to a princess admired and flattered by everyone. My smile is so charming that everyone is fascinated by it, ignoring my dry eyes and the silence hidden in my heart.
So I became Wu Hou in this silence, enjoying Fu Cha's kindness to me in this silence, and finally watching Fu Cha die in this silence.
Finally, I am as free as a released prisoner bird! But because of the bondage for too long, my wings became so heavy-just like my heart. I wonder, didn't I suppress myself for so long just for today? But why is my heart like a thousand-year-old rock, unable to breathe? I rescued the people of one country from the hot water, but pushed the people of another country into the fire pit; I sent an arrogant monarch into the trap of death, but I created another king that I despised even more!
He seems to have anticipated such an ending, so he chose to leave. And I can only stay and fly from one cage to another, and the freedom in the middle can't make me happy at all. I even watched Wu Zixu, whose style of writing I respected as my brother, become Yue, but there was nothing I could do.
If Wu Zixu died and I hid my personality, then Wen's death means that I lost my personality after years of hiding, just like a bird that has been trapped for many years and never knows how to fly.
I suddenly feel sorry for myself. When did I become a person without personality?
So, I decided to be crazy again and have my own personality for the last time while I still have the concept of "personality".
Finally, I also left. No one knows how to leave, so all kinds of stories spread: some people say that I chose death as my final destination, and some people say that I fled to the deep mountains and forests with him and became a fairy couple. ...
In fact, it doesn't matter what way I choose to leave. I left only because I was tired. I only left because I miss the past, and I want her back ... as for the rest, let it go with the wind.
Eight teachers who write personal compositions in the third grade are teachers who teach us mathematics in the fourth to fifth grades. Teacher Zhang is tall, 1. Over 80 years old, people are so thin that even the bones and muscles are exposed. But Mr. Zhang is very humorous, even when he criticizes his classmates. Once, Diao was pulled to the podium by teacher Zhang, who deliberately raised his glasses, Diao put them on again, and teacher Zhang raised them again. At this moment, the whole class laughed, and Diao Wei Zhe seemed a little shy and stopped. Then, Teacher Zhang said a few words to him and let him go. Another time, when we were studying multiples and factors, Teacher Zhang took Diao as the topic and said, "Diao was beaten by his mother. I can't say that his mother was beaten by Wei Zhe. " Then, Teacher Zhang went on to say, "Diao is my mother's son. We can't say that Diao Weizhe is a son. In that case, Diao is an orphan! " "Ha ha ha ....." The whole class laughed in chorus.
However, Teacher Zhang can be very serious sometimes, because you can't learn knowledge without being serious. Therefore, in class, Teacher Zhang's face is very serious. Thank you! Teacher Zhang, in teacher Zhang's class, I look relaxed, but I can also learn knowledge! Teacher Zhang, everyone in our class likes you!
The afternoon sun scorched the earth like carbon, and the withered grass hung its head like a prisoner. The hot earth seems to burn everything. Looking at the green wheat fields in front of me, I can't help thinking in the hot sun. ...
In the afternoon of August, the sunshine is always so dazzling. It's always cool to look at the green wheat leaves dripping in front of you. In the distant fields, my mother's white figure stands out in the green. The sun shone on her and turned into a gentle halo, as white as an angel. In the shiny wheat field, only mother is bending over. Even grasshoppers hide in dark green.
Under the scorching sun, cicadas still sang their most beautiful performances at the top of their lungs. ...
I couldn't stand my mother's hard work in the hot sun, so I ran to help. The wind in August is also blowing on my face.
My mother's sweat dripped on the coke-like earth, and suddenly a white smoke came out. When my mother saw that I had run away, she quickly told me to go back. "This day, it's too hot, let's go under the tree to cool off!" Say that finish and busy bent down to green. Suddenly, I don't know what I feel. I feel sour, as if I ate two grapes.
When I was a child, my mother wouldn't let me work every time I went to the fields. Looking at my mother pulling a wooden cart, I always tell me "a long time ago." ...
"Mother loves the earth that is pregnant with life. I gave my life for her.
The sour feeling in my heart prompted me to catch up with my mother and grab the hoe in her hand. "Mom, you go home. I'll do this job later." Mother didn't say anything this time, just smiled warmly. Suddenly, the world seems to have lost its gravity and the sun has lost its aura. She just came silently, put on my hat and thick coat, and walked into the shade. I was particularly sweet that day.
The hot air in August dispersed the hazy thoughts. First, the green wheat field in front of us is still a parched land. In a trance, I saw the white shadow again. Warm smile, full of sunshine, came into my heart like an angel.