In our daily study, work and life, I believe that everyone must have been exposed to prose. Prose is a genre of prose, and it can also be a record made during lectures and reading. So, how can we write a good composition? The following is my collection of junior three essays for you. Welcome to share.
Yesterday was the first day of winter vacation, and I took the initiative to do something that I found very interesting-doing housework.
After lunch, I started my first job: learning to clean dishes and chopsticks. My mother gave me careful guidance and demonstration. At first, the plates and small bowls were very disobedient, sliding around in my hands, always trying to "escape", but in a short time, I subdued them and washed them as white as new.
The first job was finished, and I just wanted to sit there and catch my breath when my mother assigned me a second job: cleaning the room.
This work is extremely arduous. Just looking at the messy books and toys in the living room, I feel dizzy: where to start cleaning up? It took me a lot of effort to put the messy "debris" back in place and clean up the unpleasant places upstairs and downstairs, inside and outside.
At this time, my feeling is already: tired-dead!
I gritted my teeth and finished the last job-mopping the floor.
After more than two hours, I finally finished the task! Although very tired, very tired, but looking at the clean room, I am particularly happy and proud!
I just cleaned it once today. I'm so tired, but my mother has cleaned it many times. She not only cleans, but also cooks and washes clothes every day. How tired you are. I must help my mother do more housework in the future, try to keep it clean and don't throw things around, so that my mother will not be so tired.
The third grade composition 2 stared at the screen and opened the third grade composition. I smiled: the most conspicuous thing is parting and nostalgia.
I just entered the third grade. What do I know?
I only know that there are 10 classes every day, and time passes like this; I only know how to do my homework every day, and then look at my handwriting and draw a cross on my topic.
When I find that my time is not enough, when I find that I can't finish my homework. But I still don't regret not working hard.
I don't have many friends, and I cherish friendship. When there is a lot of homework, students repeatedly complain: "The teacher is really, alas, I miss being a child." I don't understand that we are children now, so we always laugh at them.
I thought I wouldn't be like them, but I often cry when I sit at my desk and watch my homework alone. Only when a person wakes up in the middle of the night does he know that time has passed, childhood has passed, and those memories are lingering. Before dawn, the angel guarding the earth receded, and I was afraid, but I didn't know that it would be bright later. I also longed for the light, like a sunflower. I didn't know it was dark before dawn on the third day, so I struggled, so I worked hard.
I miss-I miss those people in my memory, I miss those things in my memory.
Our classmates in grade three, work hard!
About the hardships and tears of three or three years in the third grade composition, the joy ends with graduation, so I won't give up. It is difficult to leave. We really verified that the class teacher's three years were really fast. We don't have enough friendship, we are not as mature as the teacher said, and we have not left footprints everywhere in the school. In this way, we graduated!
When the teacher said a blessing, when we no longer hope to finish class quickly, when our eyes filled with tears. This moment means that we are about to graduate and leave. We will never study and play in the same class again. Everything is just a memory. I hold you and cry. I look up to tell you that we seldom meet again. What should I do? You just held me silently, but I saw your "flashing" eyes. You just pretend to be strong and give me your shoulder to lean on. At this moment, I realized that I can only let time pass, but I can't change the fact that we are leaving after graduation. We finally learned to face it in ruthless time, and then turned away with a smile for our future.
In the years of youth, we experience different things every day, either sadness, happiness or regret, which eventually become memories and exist in the deepest part of our hearts. One day when we touch it inadvertently, we will laugh and laugh that we have changed from an ignorant child to a self-righteous and mature teenager; And the friendship I cared about at that time; There is also the ignorant affection when I was a child, thinking that it was love in the eyes of adults; There is also our initial dream, but we don't know that we have to face failures and setbacks to realize this dream, and then we really realize that everything is not as simple as we thought. We will fall down step by step and run step by step, because we are not mature enough and lack the perspective to think about things. We just fantasize about the glory after success, but ignore the process of success.
When we recorded this wonderful moment with a camera, we thought that time would stop at this second, but our fantasy was simply fantasy. We were silent in laughter, and then we realized that time was passing in a hurry. We have no choice but to end these three years of youth in one word-cherish.
I wanted to have a good summer vacation and relax for a summer vacation, but my day was already occupied by those three remedial classes, so I couldn't catch up! ! ! Irritating! How dare you? ! Our time is not for studying! It's not fair! But if we have reasons, what can we say? Can only talk to each other, or in my heart. At 5: 30 in the morning, I was awakened by the ruthless alarm clock, and I suddenly smiled bitterly! It's all my fault. I watched TV until midnight last night. Can I stay awake? I only slept for five hours, thinking and thinking. Suddenly, my nose was sour and a drop of liquid called "tears" fell. It is salty, why not bitter?
Learn math first, and suddenly there was a burst of children's hearty laughter outside the window. Oh! I really miss the relaxed time in primary school and regret that I didn't cherish it! I still don't listen. "I don't listen to things outside the window, just read sage books!" "come on Hang in there! I must continue to boost my morale! This is the only way.
Finally, two difficult hours passed, as if it had been a long century. Still can't rest, and then go to study physics. In the second day of junior high school, physics is also the main course. How can I do without learning? My parents comforted me. I have bad luck!
In the afternoon, after sleeping for a while, my mother woke me up and said that she had found me an English class! Alas, I suddenly collapsed! What kind of world is this? !
I learned that everyone is as miserable as I am. What a miserable world! This aroused the public anger of the whole class. I think: Holidays are a time for students to adjust their spirits, but why don't we make up lessons and let us work hard for a semester? We are really eager to get the understanding of all teachers and parents! ! !
I like autumn, not only because it is the harvest season. I have a soft spot for autumn because of the beauty of autumn rain, autumn wind and autumn leaves. After an autumn rain, the misty fog will give you a hazy enjoyment. Autumn rain, with its unique endurance and coolness, can relieve your restless experience in hot summer and make your excitement, emotions and impulses calm for a short time. The richness of people's emotions in autumn rain is no less than the joy of harvest. Autumn rain washes away the mood and anxiety of lonely people incisively and vividly. It is autumn rain that weaves colorful scenery into a golden carpet. Everything is coming to a successful end, the scene of a hundred flowers blooming is gone forever, and the competition for strength and competitiveness is eclipsed in the drizzle. Autumn rain teaches you to be sober, mature, perfect yourself and release your feelings.
Autumn makes me nostalgic, because it can satisfy my heart. It is raining outside the window, the road is dotted with colorful flowers, and the autumn wind attacks people. Only when you are in a hurry can you find the feeling of homesickness. Because on the desk at home, you can taste the fragrance of tea, the thick coffee, the serious lighting and the pleasant and warm atmosphere. Because the autumn wind is accompanied by the autumn rain, the wanderer wants to go home early, and the feeling of home is really good. Some people compare home to a harbor, and there will be different experiences after the autumn rain. Autumn rain and autumn wind are falling, the depression in my heart is extinguished instantly, and the world has a rare peace. Trouble quietly turned into loneliness, loneliness turned into imagination, and I realized the particularity of life.
After a long time, people are fascinated by autumn rain. In spring, people get carried away because of the depression in winter and the sunshine in spring; In summer, the sight of red fire often makes people's minds hot and swollen. When the spring breeze is proud, they will forget the past, and the fiery June is full of passion. Autumn rain is a refreshing agent when you are physically and mentally exhausted, so that you can pause at home when you are tired, and your impatience tends to calm down and your mind is comforted. After the autumn rain, you will have a mature taste. Autumn rain and autumn wind together, with an invisible hand, make people cherish the harvest and gradually grow and mature in the journey of life. When the autumn rain is cool, it sometimes brings positive energy to people, resulting in a leap-forward passion that spans the winter and expects the return of spring.
Autumn wind makes the leaves dye, and the autumn wind mercilessly takes away its love for trees, because the cold autumn rain makes the leaves render the feelings of trees and leaves. This feeling is intertwined with autumn wind and autumn rain, which contributes to the expectation of spring. Therefore, people can often hear the sigh of autumn, and there is a promise in the sigh, and the promise is the driving force for realization.
However, people may have an understanding that an autumn rain can not only sweep away the haze in the sky, but also dispel the haze in the heart. After the autumn rain, people's sobriety will usher in a rude awakening in the morning. An autumn rain combed my complicated mood, and my impetuous mood became somewhat stable. Looking back on the fiery past, autumn rain has replaced beautiful tears.
So, I like autumn, that's why.
Many people's faces are as gloomy as the sky. Among them, it is raining on many people's faces-light rain, showers, heavy rain, heavy rain, everywhere, and the unrelenting dry wind in the north can not help but make people sad. Without this wonderful sound and sweet music, the whole venue, which accommodates thousands of people, would be lifeless.
The crisp baby crying is a sign that we came into this world. Mother went through a lot of hardships for that voice. The clear child laughed and laughed, which is the embodiment of our childhood happiness. My mother experienced wind, frost, rain and snow, just for that moment. What a refreshing sound of reading, which proves our student days well. My mother went to a lot of trouble for that voice.
Mother has paid too much for us, such as maternal love, which makes us warm and harmonious. But sometimes, that harsh reprimand is also love.
When we do something wrong, in most cases, a dish cooked by my father is supplemented by something called "father's love"-"fried pork slices with bamboo shoots", and we cry every time we eat it, because this dish really hurts. But please don't forget that the auxiliary material of this dish is called "father's love", just like a mountain of father's love.
This love is not as gentle as maternal love; No maternal love is nuanced; No maternal love comfort. But it is also an expression of "I love you".
After 45 minutes, the music stopped abruptly and the sound disappeared. There was no smiling face before, only endless sadness and complete regret.
The love of parents is precious, and the love of teachers is precious.
After only a few short years together, they have educated us and used what they have learned all their lives. Perhaps, we are teachers' disciples, perhaps, we are teachers' disciples. Whether it is a young teacher who has just stepped onto the podium or a senior teacher who is about to leave the podium. They all fell in love with us and broke their hearts. Perhaps, sometimes you will hear such words: "Whether you can get into the exam is your own business, not mine."
Teachers have paid too much for us, and all they want in return is the report card that changes our destiny.
I don't know how long it took, but the tears of truth flowed out and the truth from the heart told everyone.
In the dead of night, the noise downstairs gradually faded away, and the children next door stopped crying, only the sound of insects outside the window lingered in my ears. I don't know when I put pen to paper and wrote the first word, so the essay began.
Speaking of prose, it is really "sad and happy." Sometimes you will encounter some interesting things, record them and share them. "One person is happy" becomes "the whole world is happy". Why are you unhappy? But sometimes it's just an ordinary day, and I want to write something but I can't write it. Why not be sad?
Inspiration is the mother of prose. With inspiration, prose appears immediately; Without inspiration, there is no prose. But inspiration is also a guy who makes people happy and sad. Sometimes I meditate on my desk for a long time, and finally I grab the tail of inspiration and write it down in a hurry, but it is not satisfactory; Sometimes it will suddenly jump in front of you, so write it down calmly, and the result is far better than the former. But how did the inspiration come from? Is it really just "fate"? The answer is of course no.
Inspiration comes from life. Wild flowers on the roadside can be reminiscent of "dreaming will blossom", lace grass can be reminiscent of "the power to break through the ground", and flying bees can be reminiscent of "hard-working cultivators". Look, what we usually ignore can actually provide us with inspiration. As long as you observe life carefully, you can always find some beautiful moments. As Rodin said: "There is no shortage of beauty in the world, only the eyes that find beauty." So, do you have a pair of eyes that find beauty? Will you use it to pay attention to roadside scenery, clouds in the sky and small things in life?
With inspiration, why not write a composition? Therefore, the essay is actually very simple, just need to do two steps, pay attention to life and record life. Become a photographer of life and record the beauty of every frame.
What will the person look like under an ode about composition 8 in grade three?
Different people may have different views on the same thing because of different growth environments; Even people who grew up in the same environment will have different views on the same thing; Even twins, triplets, etc. It is normal that you can't agree on the same thing. To put it another way, it is normal for different people to have different views on the same thing, and it is nothing strange.
However, what will happen if a person is in an ode?
Now that communication is developed and the press is free, people can speak freely and express their views; However, if it is a compliment, it will still not be a good thing. Don't mention things that happened too long ago. Let's talk about what happened a hundred years ago, not too far from us, that is, Yuan Shikai became emperor.
Yuan Shikai didn't want to be an emperor from the beginning, and he didn't want to be an emperor either. Otherwise, he cannot allow members to participate in politics, nor can he allow the establishment of a parliamentary system. However, people around him do not think so. In order to become a founding hero, he began to praise Yuan Shikai. Amid all the carols, Yuan Shikai got carried away. What he didn't know, however, was that these people did everything they could to become emperors. They used money to buy everything they could, and even prostitutes profited from it, turning the move that helped him become an emperor into a farce. In order to become the crown prince, his son Yuan began to fool him and even printed a newspaper specially for him. A newspaper, only for one person, is also intoxicating. Many people may think this is a ridiculous thing, but what happened at that time did happen.
This is what happened under Carol. Don't say this is ridiculous, and don't laugh at Yuan Shikai, because such things still happen today. Don't say what happened in America, don't say what happened in Britain, just say what happened around you.
There are also many such people around us, many Yuan Shikai; No, don't talk about yuan Shikai At the very least, Yuan Shikai was blocked by a fig leaf and could not be sensitive to the outside world. But because there were too many carols, I was cheated. However, now, many people have torn off this fig leaf, and many people stand naked in front of everyone and think that everything they have done is right, and no one is allowed to refute it; Don't talk about his wife and children, even people around him, except him, must praise him, praise him, praise him.
The end result is that many people know that he will fall like Yuan Shikai, and there can be no other end.
This is what happens to people who live in carols.
On the displacement of composition 9 in grade three
It's finally the third grade. All this seems so long ago. Man Qing's brilliant pen is better than Shui Rou's. Such poems and artistic conception no longer exist. Only pieces of broken leaves and broken poems.
Finally, it's time to break up. It may be too early to say this, but it is doomed to come to an end. It's time to come, and it's time to go. Maybe you think I'm resigned, but I'm not. I'm just used to letting nature take its course. What's the big deal?
All along, I'm used to living what others think of me. Is it too tired to live like this? Actually, I don't even know if I'm tired. Maybe it's better to be tired. Don't stop, don't let yourself feel a little empty, and don't let yourself think about some boring questions. Live happily, is there no hope to live?
Maybe it's better to let yourself go with the flow and indulge? I hope I can convince myself and others with my own words.
Time is turning.
Look for the street corner, which road, once familiar street, seemingly unfamiliar and familiar feeling.
The country roads that I have walked, the familiar flowers that turn my nose, the children who are playing, the green grass in spring, the greasy road, and the new earthy smell pounce on people's nostrils. In summer, it is yellow, and butterflies pass through the flowers. When the maple leaves fall, the coming of autumn is thus perceived. The sadness of autumn took away the memory of spring, but when winter came, it brought death to the earth.
Time is turning, turning the four seasons in the world. Including everyone's personality. The shuttle of the four seasons has taken away countless days and nights. When family ties fade with time, who will care about saying no? The change of seasons is like a drop of water in the world. Don't wait until you lose it to realize it.
Time is turning, turning everyone's heartstrings. Looking back on the past three years, we laughed, cried and quarreled together. Only to find that the accumulation of friendship is getting thicker and thicker.
Time is turning, we are moving forward step by step with the blood of youth.
Life every day is always beautiful, but I never know how to integrate myself into it. My thoughts, my actions and everything I have are inconsistent with the beauty of the first day. Try to stay away from life, but life doesn't want to give up on me. Always let me think with her beauty: how can my day be beautiful if I am fully integrated into it?
These days, I think of many people and things before I go to bed every night. Therefore, if you compare the present life unnaturally, you will be confused.
When I was a freshman, I attended different trainings with countless different people. I have done well in high cost, low cost, English, sales and lectures, and all kinds of learning, but I can only use the past tense. And those friends who think I study well and make friends with me now live a completely different life from themselves through continuous study and on the basis of that time, with the help of contacts and nobles. Those, I could have. However, I didn't.
Everything happens for a reason. There must be a good side to everything. I have no luck or luck in doing that business with them. Where is the road that suits me and belongs to me? In order not to waste time, I chose the decision not to regret giving up. However, why am I still wasting my time? Day after day, I still didn't do what I wanted to do, and the goal I hoped to achieve still didn't start. I don't regret it. Why can't I move on?
I really lost my heart when I didn't know. Now I see, where should I find it?
Beautiful day, beautiful every day?
To find your lost heart, you must move on. My partner left early on another road, so I can't keep them waiting too long. Even if we don't meet at the same destination again, I hope we can face each other across the bank and be equal!
About the third grade composition 1 1 "Xixi, is this fun?" You can see that she is a lively and lovely girl. Indeed, this is Liu Yue from our class. It seems that liveliness is her nature and loveliness is her characteristic. In her days, the sky is clear and the earth is blue. She seems to be an angel, warming all of us. As a representative of China people, liberal arts is a top figure. Learning with hip-hop is extremely rich; The class is cheerful and happy. Her big eyes, thick eyebrows and small cherry mouth make her different. Unfortunately, the primary school came to an end and she left.
I really can't forget it.
"I really can't forget me, even the whole class." Fang Yi took my hand when he left and said sadly. At that time, I stood there silently, not knowing whether I should wipe her tears with my hands. Looking at the past we left on the wall, I really want to cry, but I can't. You can't forget it. Fang Yi: Don't worry, Melissa Zhou is not the kind of heartless person, believe me! And don't forget me. This is what I didn't say when I left. Although the years have separated us, the golden friendship will be remembered forever.
Time has taught me everything.
Remember that you have been here for two years, and everything here is changing. At the beginning of their own, now junior high school students, at the beginning of friendship, now forgotten. It seems that it was arranged by the old man of time after a thousand years. Ye Zi, Xia Xia, Smile, Wisdom and Awakening ... I really don't want to be apart from you. Melissa Zhou has a bad memory. Your composition has never been visited. I'm sorry, I'm sorry ... I know it's no use talking about it now. After all, the years are gone forever. I really cherish "Hello, girl, how have you been recently?" ..... "Thinking about thinking, I can't stop crying. Maybe I am really that strong shell, strong in appearance and fragile in heart?
About the third grade composition 12, I learned later that people always change unconsciously. In this long and long life, you will feel confused, feel at a loss, stay where you are, wander all the time, be happy because of some small things, be angry and sad, be desperate, be impulsive, feel inferior, be unable to control your emotions, be deceived, like him/her, find someone worthy of your life, meet scum, and meet someone who likes to hurt you but is kind to you.
On this lost road, we have worked hard, sweated, despaired for one person, chased for a person we like, been sad, despaired, had the idea of death, been annoyed by repeated studies and exams, given nicknames to classmates and teachers, played pranks on classmates, took risks together, skipped classes ..... Now, looking back on the past, whether it is sad or happy, there is nothing wrong. Sad memories may be you. Looking back, we can see how many difficulties we have overcome, how many opponents we have defeated, how much sweat we have paid and how much effort we have made. These are hard-won. Now I feel that I was stupid and naive, and I can't escape in my life. I hide my true self every day, forbear my emotions and try not to be seen through by others. My expression is often cold, my eyes are full of sadness, and I don't even have a sincere smile. I just pretended to cater to the smile, and my true character was buried by the memories of the past.
A lot has happened now. Sadness is inevitable, but more is happiness. I have a stubborn heart and just want to do whatever I want. Now I'm fine and can be myself.
About the third grade composition 13 is another weekend night. In this unheated three-bedroom apartment, I sat by the computer alone, listening to the sad song "Autumn of Parting", searching for the warmth of autumn in my memory.
A parting, heartbreaking and sad love song touched every sad heartstring of mine and lifted the superficial wound that condensed between my eyebrows. The gentle wind wrinkled the lonely curtains, which made my heart a little sad. Autumn is deep, the night is cold and the glitz is gone. The window frame of the soul captures this parting moment. Perhaps it is the departure of autumn that makes the past temperature gradually cool down. Perhaps emotions are like fallen leaves in autumn, which will eventually disappear after years of destruction. I deeply realized: Isn't parting autumn scenery also a natural reincarnation? I became attached to autumn, but I left because of autumn. I pursued it hard, hoping to keep her beauty. However, all I left was regret and memories.
Looking through the chat records over and over again, I want to keep my happiness and laughter, but my sight is blurred in a desolate place. All the emotional release and past are buried in such a cold time. Autumn leaves fall with the trees, and no amount of attachment can save the season. Who will pity the fallen leaves before they fall? Pain, only oneself can understand.
I choose to quit quietly, without any reason, without any excuse, just for that thin warmth and shallow concern. Although my heart is very painful, I still don't want you to see my tearful face, so that this relationship will become a fragment in the years and will always be dusty in the memory time.
Autumn has left scars, heartache, and more helplessness and endless confusion. In the autumn of parting, you gave me a lot of caring thoughts and a lot of lingering sadness. Like vines, layers of winding in my sentimental heart. The past is heartbroken in misty eyes, and the sadness of parting swims in the paleness of fingertips. I found in a trance that life may be like this. Life must do something sometimes, there is no need to insist all the time. Try to let your heart go out, look up at the blue sky and listen to a song "Autumn of Parting". Our yesterday is too short to last forever. Our tomorrow is too far away from happiness. Forget time, forget yesterday, love and hate will not repeat itself.
On the third grade composition 14, an exciting day finally arrived. On New Year's Eve, our family finally returned to their hometown after four hours' ride. We haven't returned to our hometown for a year. We were both excited and happy to see my grandmother and sisters coming out to meet me. After we went in, my father said to me, "Son, I'm going to pay a New Year call with my father on New Year's Day tomorrow!" " I play with my brothers, and I am very happy. I agreed without thinking.
My father woke me up before five o'clock on New Year's Day. I reluctantly asked, Dad, what did you ask me to do so early? Dad said to celebrate the New Year with me. I am a little reluctant, I think: my younger brothers who are not much different from me are sleeping under the covers, and it is very cold outside. I didn't get up so early in Beijing. Now I have a holiday, so I really won't go. Dad said to me: You are the oldest boy in the family now. You should follow adults to pay New Year's greetings. This is a tradition in my hometown, and we should pass it on.
My father brought me thick cotton trousers. I got dressed and went out with my father and uncles. At five o'clock, it was dawn and the crescent moon was still hanging in the sky. There are not many people on the road, only a few people go to relatives' homes to pay New Year greetings. Everyone greets each other, and I feel a little bored with my father. Although wearing thick cotton trousers, I still feel very cold and trembling all over. Coupled with the cold in the street, it feels even colder. Most people in the village are surnamed Lu, and they are close relatives. We have to go door to door to pay a New Year call. We went several times in a row, probably because we opened the door too early and were a little disappointed. Until the third house finally opened, I entered the house with the adults, and everyone greeted the elders of this house. The oldest person in this family touched my head and asked, "Is this young man from two families?" (Dad is the second child in the family) How old are you? ""Twelve. " I replied, "hmm! Well, this generation has grown up and children are really sensible! " Said the dragon with approval in his eyes. I feel a little proud in my heart. We went to New Year's greetings several times in succession, with the same greetings, the same blessings and the same compliments. I have been to all the families where I should pay a New Year call. When I walked home, it was already dawn and firecrackers were ringing in the street. When I got home, grandma dragged me over and touched my hand. "My grandson, you are cold, you can be an adult. "it's not cold, grandma. "At this moment, I don't feel cold at all, and I am a little proud!
During the intermission of breakfast, my father pulled me to my side and asked me in a low voice, "Do you know why my father asked you to follow me to the Spring Festival?" I know it, but I can't say it clearly. Dad said: "We are in the countryside, the plan for one year lies in spring, and the plan for one day lies in the morning. This sentence used to be very important to farmers, so I went to pay a New Year call early in the morning and brought good wishes to every household. A good start, many people are not in the countryside now, but diligence is very important for people in any industry. You are the biggest boy of your generation, and you should pass on the good customs. " "I see!" "It is not difficult to pay a New Year call only once a year. More importantly, my father wants you to know how to work hard and do what you should do. "