Unforgettable third grade composition 1 I didn't feel it when I was a child, but when I grew up, I found that time passed a little fast; I don't feel it when I have it, but I feel that I should be loved before when I lose it. Yes, time passed in a hurry, leaving no one with a beautiful face. Whenever I see these words, I always think of my grandmother and the gray hair on her forehead.
I have lived in my grandmother's house since I was a child. In those years, no one accompanied me to make me laugh. Only grandma can get my innocence.
On summer evenings, grandma always mows the grass in pear trees with a sickle. I lay on my grandmother's back and hugged her tightly. Grandma smiled in a strange voice and said, Oh, come down quickly, stop mowing the grass and stop! The more I listen to her, the less I can fight. Grandma can't do anything about me, so she has to bury herself in mowing the grass. She smiled and sweated as if sweat were sweet! At that time, I saw a few white hairs on my grandmother's head at close range, shining in the sunset, as if sucking the sweat on her face and the hard work of those years.
In the evening, after eating soup every night, grandma takes me out to watch the night sky with a small wooden stool. I sat barefoot beside my grandmother and listened to her story. My grandmother told me about her childhood. She said that when she was young, it was during the revolutionary war and she often didn't even have enough to eat. When she was 6 years old, her father gave her half a steamed bun. As a result, she survived, but her father died of hunger. Every time I talk about this, my grandmother can't help but wipe her tears. I leaned against my grandmother's arms and looked up at the stars. I'm always curious about those stars. I often imagine those stars as good people, and there are only good people in the sky. I remember it clearly. I asked my grandmother how high it was. My grandmother looked up at the sky and told me with a smile that it was as high as ten stories. I believed it. I was thinking about the height of ten floors. At that time, I naively thought that innocence was only that high.
When I grew up, I was taken to school by my parents and left my grandmother. After I left my grandmother, I always missed her. I used to laugh when I played with her. It was not until one autumn five years later that my mother agreed to take me back to see my grandmother. Grandma saw me with a happy smile and tears on her face; When I saw my grandmother, my heart was painful-my once black hair is mostly white now, and the wrinkles on my face are no longer what they used to be. My grandmother told me a lot during the days when I came home. She said she missed me.
See grandma's hair up close again. Black with white, engraved with grandma's ups and downs in recent years, these decades of hard work. It's been a while since I left my grandmother. In the dim light, I seem to see the white hair on my grandmother's forehead again. Grandma really hopes to see you soon. May this white hair grow in my heart.
I have been afraid of the dark since I was a child, let alone walk alone at night! To me, black is like an endless whirlpool; Like a fierce beast, like a roaring river ... but one thing really tempered my will and made me less afraid of the dark. ...
One night, I was lying in a warm bed. Suddenly, the telephone rang "Ding", which startled me. I touched my chest and got out of bed panting to answer the phone. It turned out that dad came back from a business trip. He said: "childhood, you come to the gate of the community, I have a surprise for you." I listened, without saying a word, put on my shoes three or two times and strode into the surprise.
The street lamp is very bright, illuminating my way forward. With the bright lights, I jumped forward to the door of the community. Halfway through the writing, I froze: Oh, the street lamp doesn't work because of the fault! I looked at the dark road and felt a little scared ... thinking and thinking, my hand reached into my pocket involuntarily. Hey, what's this? I touched a rectangular object. I quickly took it out and looked intently: ah, isn't this my little flashlight? I always take it with me just in case, but today it has become an artifact to help me! I quickly pushed him away. However, after all, the volume is not large and the popularity is not high. It can only emit a little light.
At this time, in the face of darkness, I thought of a good way-singing! Yes, singing can drive away the fear in your heart I was inspired. So, I quietly sang the national anthem with a flashlight in my sweaty hand. My voice rises and falls with the melody, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes strong, sometimes weak. Gradually, gradually, I gradually adapted to the darkness! I went from being cautious to not paying attention now. From my timidity to my courage now, at that moment, I became the master of the night!
As I approached the door, I saw my father smiling and waving to me. I rushed over and threw myself into my father's arms. Dad took out a car model that I loved for a long time and said to me, "Today you not only got a gift, but also gained courage!" " "It turns out that my father let me go at night not only to give me a gift, but also to temper my will and make me stronger! Thought of here, I suddenly realized. ...
At that moment, I was brave; At that moment, I grew up ... that moment is really hard to forget!
Unforgettable composition 3 Every teacher has been very kind to me since childhood. However, what impressed me the most was "Miss Wang" when I was in kindergarten. Miss Wang is tall and thin, with long hair and a pair of glasses. She always smiles.
I remember that when Mr. Wang gave a lecture, it was very eye-catching and his voice was very nice. Therefore, I like listening to Miss Wang's lectures very much, and the children also like listening to her lectures very much. Therefore, Miss Wang is the idol of our class.
It's Mr. Wang's turn to lecture again. I jumped and jumped with excitement. When Mr. Wang came into the classroom, I immediately stopped and sat down with my arms crossed, but my face was still smiling. When the teacher began to lecture, I listened carefully to everything Mr. Wang said until the class was over. I am very happy!
In a blink of an eye, two years have passed, and I should be in the first grade. It's time to say goodbye to Mr. Wang. Although I can't bear it, I still have to go. Before I left, my tears were still in my eyes.
How I wish Miss Wang would stay with me forever! Forever and ever.
Unforgettable composition 4 of Grade 3 floats like a silhouette in the depths of memory, and those smiles and eyes overlap when you suddenly look back. What impressed me most was the smiling eyes of a strange teacher in primary school.
Looking back now, she was still very young. That class was the first time she gave a lecture to a child, and it was also the first time I met her. In my memory, she is a gentle and beautiful person.
I remember that on the day of primary school, many teachers came to attend classes, and there was a camera behind the classroom. There is a smile in her eyes, and her gentle eyes shine on each of us.
As soon as the bell rang, I just wanted to take the appliance from my schoolbag, but the zipper of my schoolbag was left to me.
I can't pull it down, and I can't believe you deliberately targeted my quiet classroom and was swallowed up by the noise from the schoolbag belt. The teacher who came to attend the class opened his notebook and the students opened their textbooks, all expecting a wonderful lesson from the teacher.
Time seems to have solidified a little, not to mention the strange eyes of my classmates and teachers at that time, but my own remorse made me cry. I was at a loss at first, but the zipper of my schoolbag was still so stubborn. All eyes are on me. Some of them frowned, some squinted, and some began to whisper. Those eyes will bury me. The strange teacher seemed to notice me, too, and stopped teaching after the second bell rang. For a time, all kinds of ideas exploded in my mind, just as many and complicated as the fireworks set off during the Spring Festival.
She put down her book and walked softly to me. Only then did I find her eyes smiling and warm. Eyes reveal a particularly warm light, so sweet, like the winter sunshine touching me, more beautiful than the most beautiful swan. It is also because of those eyes that my heart is much calmer.
"What's the matter?" She asked, her tone still so gentle. I pointed to my schoolbag, and she patted me on the shoulder and told me that it didn't matter. Then I picked it slightly with my little finger nail, but it was actually just a thread stuck on the zipper of my schoolbag. I immediately opened my schoolbag belt and took out my utensils. The camera at the back of the classroom turned to me, just capturing the moment when I smiled. "Well, let's go to class," she said to her classmates, whose eyes disappeared with her words. Listening to her class carefully is by no means the pain of sailing against the current described in ancient books, but it adds a lot of fun. Her class won the applause, laughter and hearts of her classmates.
How common it is for a teacher to help a child solve a small problem; But looking back now, I felt that I had great support at that time! In the eyes of a child, her teacher is so kind and great. Looking back now, this is still the most precious moment in my memory. A child's innocent heart is hard to compare with people in love!
Since then, I don't know how many teachers I have met, including gentle and kind young teachers; There are also experienced backbone teachers; There are special-grade teachers in Beijing and college students who have just graduated; I also saw their eyes, whether it was encouragement or blame, the general contractor contained a kind of love, a kind of teacher's love for students.
I remember a few weeks ago, the teacher rushed to the classroom and said it was an important news: "Dear students, there is one thing that is very important and crucial to our future." . . "At this point, the teacher paused, and some students can't wait to know if this is good news or bad news." Next Thursday, all the fifth-grade students in our school and the fifth-to sixth-grade students from all over the country will take part in the "National English Preliminary Competition", so today I will lead everyone to go forward bravely. "
"I won't let it go ..." "Just ... why next Thursday?" "What should I do? I'm miserable this time. Oh, my God, everybody, get ready for death. ""fuck you ... You just died. " Hearing the news, the whole class gave a cry of "coax-"and immediately became lively.
"Dear classmates, you are quiet. Therefore, except Xiao Lin, Xiao Yong and Xiao Yuan, most people in our class will take part in this competition. All other students should go all out and get good grades. Do you know? "
"Know-"
"Ding-ding-ding-"After class, the whole class changed. They even picked up English books and buried themselves in reading.
Blink of an eye, it will be next Thursday.
"Speak, what should I do? The game is coming and death is approaching us. "
"What are you afraid of? This is just a game. There are so many primary school students in the country that it is not our turn to take the first place. You don't have to be afraid. "
"But ..."
"The students are seated. . The test paper was sent. " A man with glasses and loose hair walked onto our platform.
At first, I was too nervous to do even the simplest questions. When class is over, there are still a few questions to be done.
I don't know why I saw the teacher coming to test the paper, but there were always many people drowning in my eyes. I cried, and the whole class came to comfort me: "Xiao Yong, don't cry, don't be afraid."
Then the teacher came and saw me crying. He also came to my side, stroking my head gently, and said with a smile, "Don't cry. As the saying goes, failure is the mother of success. In this competition, you have tried your best, but you didn't win the prize, which shows that your strength is not enough. You should study hard. " Although the teacher said it was a little boring, it sounded warm in my heart.
Every time I fail, I always think of what my teacher said to me: failure is the mother of success, and a person who has never experienced failure will never succeed.
Unforgettable composition on the third day of the sixth night, I looked up at the starry sky of memory and looked at the memories, big and small, flashing. A memory star with orange light attracted me, and I narrowed my eyes to review that touching memory. ...
That was a few years ago. Once, I traveled abroad with my family. At that time, we were climbing mountains, and I enjoyed the beautiful scenery to my heart's content. I really want to blend in with nature.
Just then, someone patted me on the shoulder, and I turned around in fear. At first glance, it turned out to be an old man whose teeth almost fell out. He dragged a knitted nylon bag full of empty bottles and paper-it used to be charged. I saw the old man kindly pointing to the mineral water bottle in my hand. I immediately understood, unscrewed the lid, drank the remaining water in the bottle in one breath, and then generously handed the empty bottle to the old man.
Grandpa left contentedly. But later, I found that when grandpa asked for waste everywhere, most people who were asked would wave their hands and leave quickly. Maybe he doesn't like such a dirty old man, or maybe he hates grandpa's strange behavior.
Grandpa looks a little lost!
I looked at grandpa silently, and suddenly my heart suddenly hung up! Probably because of heatstroke, grandpa knelt on the ground and looked at passers-by helplessly. Fortunately, at this moment, a group of people found grandpa. They quickly helped grandpa to sit in the shade, and then proceeded in an orderly way. Someone brought water; Some people hold towels; Someone called the medical department of the scenic spot; Someone ran down the mountain to find ice to cool down; Some people ask grandpa how he is doing while fanning the wind ... I am moved to look at them, look at grandpa's tearful eyes and watch their busy faces flash by. ...
A few ordinary tourists, in case of emergency, can not dislike the dust and untidy clothes on grandpa, but take the initiative to help. This spirit of helping others is worth learning!
At that moment, I was really deeply moved. ...
Unforgettable composition 7 in more than a month, we will bid farewell to this campus where we have studied for six years. Here, we have six years of memories. "It was long before I met her, but it has been longer since we separated." Students will go to different schools, and the most unforgettable thing is our laughter here. "Ha ha ha ha ....."
This is the hearty laughter of Yu Yiyong, a heavyweight in our class, and it is the signature smile of our class. I saw Yu Yi Yong sitting in his seat, clutching his stomach with one hand and his head with the other, laughing his head off, not knowing what he saw or heard. But I did hear his laughter and my mood became relaxed. "Hee hee hee hee hee hee ..." A burst of laughter rang out after being unwilling, and its owner was Yang Chenghao who often colluded with Yu Yiyong inside and outside the school. Sounds like a man, clever and smart. I can see there are many tricks. "Ha ha ha ....." Boys have their own characteristics when they laugh, and girls have their own style when they laugh-this laughter comes from the mouth of monitor Zhu Danting. A pair of bright eyes bent into a crescent, her mouth slightly tilted, and a string of silvery laughter floated by, perhaps for fear that the laughter was too loud, so she gently covered it with her little hand. She is really a lady. "Giggle, giggle ..." This laughter is unusual-it's both a little boy's frankness and a little restraint. It turns out that this is from the mouth of the tomboy Shou Hanjing.
She was lying on the desk, her head buried in her arm, and her other hand pounded the table with her fist, with a faint light in her eyes, but her mouth was breathless with laughter. ..... In primary school life, our happy and natural laughter is scattered in every corner of the campus, pure and beautiful, and it grows with us. Forty-six students have forty-six kinds of smiles, which are engraved in our minds, so that we can't help searching, remembering, laughing and aftertaste in the days to come.
As we all know, a one-man show is also called a one-man show, which usually means that a person can do a job that he can't usually do. It is also called a farce. I sang a one-man show for no reason today.
The first class in the afternoon is thinking class, and the courseware was prepared by Teacher Zheng yesterday. As soon as the bell rang, I took the USB flash drive to the podium, opened the courseware and began to talk about today's class. The theme of today's lesson is: think about their difficulties.
I want to make a "good start" at the beginning of school. Students in our class usually like to think, so I simply started: "Before class, let me ask you, what is the difficulty in your mind?" Who knows, this time, for some reason, the students were in an abnormal state and didn't even raise a hand in class. I am a little disappointed: "I ask you again, what is the difficulty in your mind?" Finally, Chen Huanran's hand was raised. "Oh, Chen Yiran, please answer." "My difficulty is ..." Chen said a phone call and sat down. "Is there anything else?" No hands held high in class.
I click on the slide to go to the next page. The topic was brought out. I put some pictures of disabled people and asked everyone, "How do you feel after seeing the pictures above?" "..." Everyone was silent. At this time, I don't know who shouted: "disgusting, who are these people!" " ""that's it! " I was annoyed when the students muttered. I suppressed my anger and pressed the next slide.
I asked several questions in succession. Unexpectedly, only Chen Huanran raised his hand to answer, and no other students raised their hands. I'm a little anxious.
At this time, there was a whispering voice from below. I turned to look, ah, many students are whispering! I am angry, but venting is not a good way. I asked the next question and gave Chen an anxious wink. I want Chen to raise his hand and answer, so as to save the present chaotic situation.
Chen Huan got the message, stood up and answered my question perfectly, but at this moment, the following shouts still didn't stop. At this time, my nose is sour, and I feel like I'm going to cry. My classmates are so uncooperative!
Teacher Zheng seems to know what I think. She shouted angrily, "Hong, go down. Since everyone is so uncooperative, you don't have to take this thinking class, and you don't have to take the next thinking class! " "Oh, great!" I turned off the computer and got off the platform.
I am really angry. If all the students don't like thinking class so much, there is no need to take it in the future. There is no need for these hard-working teachers to sing a one-man show that no one is watching or taking care of!
Unforgettable Grade Three Composition 9 This is something I will never forget, and it is something I will regret for the rest of my life.
The story happened on a windy day. My bike is missing in the garage of the library. I looked anxiously at the old man who was looking at the car. The old man looked at me innocently and said, "Is it really lost?" His deep-set eyes stared at me deeply, trying to say something, but said nothing. I am very helpless, very helpless. This has never happened to me before. I looked at my grandfather helplessly and asked, "What should I do?" Grandpa looked down for a while, shook his head while thinking, and whispered, "I can't do it, I can't do it …" It seemed very difficult. After a while, he said to me, "This is the only way to pay." I was stunned. I didn't expect him to decide to compensate me so soon. Then he asked, "How much can I pay?" Grandpa lowered his head again and repeated in a low voice: "No more than 100, only 100 ..." I was at a loss, not knowing whether100 was more or less. So I said, "Well, I'll go home and ask the adults and come back in the afternoon." Suddenly, the iou for the political class appeared in my mind. There must be evidence to do things, and there is no evidence. What if he denies it this afternoon? So I took out my pen and hoped grandpa could write an iou. But grandpa waved, shook his head, lowered his head, and walked and said, "No, no, I'll give it to you in the afternoon ..." Seeing this situation, I was embarrassed to let him write. So, I went home.
In the afternoon, grandpa saw me and led me into a humble hut next to the carport. He first took out a few scattered blue 10 dollars from his previous clothes, then slowly opened the drawer and took out two stacks of green dollars, then took out several purple 5 dollars from his clothes pocket, and finally brought four 50 cents. A pile of money, colorful, is a whole hundred pieces of change. I feel that my heart is being pulled by something, which is very uncomfortable. I feel cruel after receiving this hundred-dollar change. How many cars do you have to show grandpa to earn! Holding this pile of money, I think it's not just money, but my grandfather's heart, a fresh heart, and I dug it out alive.
When I met my friends and told them about it, they said that someone had hidden my car in that shed. At that time, I felt that the world had collapsed, whether it was mine or grandpa's. I don't know what to say to grandpa, and I don't know how to face him. Although I pretend to be indifferent, I feel very uncomfortable in my heart. I think grandpa should feel worse. So, accompanied by friends, we came to grandpa. I handed the stack of money to my grandfather and told him what had happened in a faltering way. Grandpa didn't seem to care about it. He smiled and said, "OK, OK, as long as I didn't lose my car, as long as I didn't lose it …" I really couldn't wait to find a gap to get in. Grandpa didn't say anything when I treated him like this. This contrast makes me more "cruel"
On the way back, I thought a lot, which will be a warning to my life. He will always remind me not to always doubt others, but to be generous. Don't wait for regret to say you're sorry.