1. A narrative composition of 350 words for third-grade pupils.
On Sunday afternoon, my classmates and I went to investigate the environment of Changyang Square. As soon as I arrived at the square, I saw that the flower beds next to the square were full of rubbish: peels, scraps of paper, cigarette butts and small advertisements. Fang and I conveniently threw the garbage into the trash can. Then, we came to the center of the square and saw several aunts walking their dogs. A puppy directly pooped on the ground, and the aunt turned and left. We cleaned the floor with paper again. An uncle saw our actions and praised us: "Changyang Square is a place where people in the city have fun, but the environment of the square is not satisfactory. Neither the citizens nor the management departments have fulfilled their responsibilities. Your behavior today is commendable! " Fang and I said in unison, "Thank you for your compliment. This is what we should do. "
There is only one earth for human beings, and this is where we live together. We should protect nature while enjoying it. Students, although we are only primary school students in Grade Three, protecting the environment requires our joint efforts. Let's all act!
2. The narrative composition of the third grade pupils is 350 words.
Childhood is an ocean, and there are countless shells on the seashore of memory, some of which are gloomy, which reminds us of an unforgettable past. Some very interesting things remind me of my childhood. I am looking for the most beautiful shells by the sea of memory. Ah! I found it ... I remember when I was six years old. I like birthdays best because I can eat big cakes on my birthday.
Look! That cake is big and round, with many cream-colored flowers on it. It's really mouth watering. I took a big piece of cake, and my sister suddenly smiled, which made me feel puzzled. As soon as I looked in the mirror, it turned out that I had a cream on my nose. My sister doesn't like cream and is about to do something. Suddenly she saw the frost on my nose and smiled and said to me, "Sister, come here." Without thinking, I strode over. She asked me to sit down, and I sat there. She brought me a plate of cream. I thought she would give it to me. Bang, a cool thing stuck to my face. I knew it was cream, so I stuck out my tongue to lick it, but it caused a burst of laughter. I'll look in the mirror. Ha! A kitten appeared in the mirror, and I was painted like a Peking Opera mask by this "high-end cosmetics".
Childhood is a colorful shell. These colorful shells remind me of my colorful childhood.
3. The narrative composition of the third grade pupils is 350 words.
",bandin, but everyone rang rang. I'll join in the fun. I wanted to play rubber-catching. The rules are simple. If two people who shout "one, two left" or "one, two right" quickly reach out their right or left hands to grab the eraser, a mistake will fail.
At the beginning, we will have a group knockout, and the winner will draw lots, and one of them will advance directly. Finally, the final is being held. After several rounds of competition, only He Wang was left. The three of us played in the final.
Lu He started the game. I have to keep quiet because of the noise. I crossed my hands, stared at the rubber, and my heart beat faster and faster. I seemed to hear the sound of shortness of breath, and I thought, "It may be my right hand, because it was my right hand last time." I moved my right hand and pricked up my ears. "One, two left hands" I held out my right hand without scruple and slapped it hard on the table. "Later, I found that my left hand was wiped with sweat, as if I was frightened, and I haven't recovered. In the second game, because of the failure of the last game, I lost most of my confidence and didn't react yet. Won the third place.
4. The narrative composition of the third grade pupils is 350 words.
On Sunday afternoon, the teacher organized us to go to the botanical garden. I came to the botanical garden early, and after other students came to the botanical garden, we lined up to visit. We listened carefully to teacher Wang's explanation all the way, and I suddenly saw many plants and animals made of grass. Some of them are like puppies, some are like birds, and some are like mushrooms. After seeing these plants, we started a tug-of-war, first girls, then boys. It's our boys' turn to compete, and we boys are all ready. The game started, and I tried my best to suck milk, but we boys still lost. After the tug-of-war, it's one minute's turn to jump rope. I picked up the skipping rope and got ready. When the teacher said start, I jumped up at once. In the end, I danced 50 times. After the rope skipping competition, the following competition began. The teacher asked us to form a group and walk around the circle. The teacher called twice, but I didn't ask my friends to hold a group. That was the third time I found a friend to hold a group. After the group match, the parent-child game begins. Parent-child game is leg relay. First, girls are positive. The third team won, and the boys were very active. The first team won. After the activity, everyone went home in unison.
I really miss this activity and really want the teacher to organize another activity next time!
5. The narrative composition of the third grade pupils is 350 words.
On Sunday afternoon, it was drizzling in the sky. Accompanied by our parents, several students came to Changyang Square to gather. We will investigate the environment around the beautiful Qingjiang River. We walked up from the square along the hydrophilic platform and saw some litter and weeds floating on the river. Some people throw drink bottles and cans into rivers and railings, while others throw cigarette cases and scraps of paper into flower beds. We also saw some dilapidated boats abandoned by the river, and occasionally we could see a little sparkle on the river ... while complaining, an elderly sanitation worker came to us with a convenient bag in his left hand and a poker in his right hand. When he saw the rubbish, he took the initiative to pick it up. I was moved by his behavior. I also quickly threw the garbage I found into the dustbin with Xiang Haoran. I think: If we all protect our Qingjiang River like grandpa, it will not be polluted, but will become clearer and more beautiful.
We continued to go up and arrived at Yule Hotpot City. I thought it would be even worse, but it was not the case. Their lampblack is treated by advanced equipment, and the leftovers are also treated by special sewage pipes. Our mood is much better in an instant.
This survey is very meaningful. I hope that each of us can take practical actions to protect the environment in our hometown and make our hometown greener, with cleaner water and cleaner land.
6. A 350-word narrative composition for third-grade pupils.
My hometown is Changyang, with beautiful scenery and rich products, especially the beautiful Qingjiang River, which makes every Tujia people proud of her. Now, is there pollution in Qingjiang River? Last Saturday, several of our classmates, accompanied by their parents, investigated the pollution situation of Qingjiang River. We started from the square and walked up along the hydrophilic platform. On the way, we found some dead branches, weeds, plastic bags and coke bottles floating on the river. Before we came to several ships, we saw a layer of greasy things floating on the river.
As we walked and watched, we arrived at the Yule Hotpot Restaurant by the river, and we all guessed that the environment here must be very poor. After careful observation, we found that the garbage in Yule Hotpot was well handled. Parents explained to us that the waiter poured the sewage into the sewage pipe, and the sewage flowed into the sewage treatment area of Yule Hot Pot through the pipe, and then the treated leftovers flowed into the sewage treatment pool, and finally they were transported away by the sewage treatment truck. Oh, I see. We are finally relieved.
Not far from the street, an old man is picking up garbage on a hydrophilic platform, holding a plastic bag in his left hand and a poker in his right. I was moved. If everyone were like an old man, Qingjiang would not be polluted.
Protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility! We should start from small things and start from ourselves, so that our mother river will become more and more beautiful!
7. A 350-word narrative composition for third-grade pupils.
Today's weather is really good. The warm sunshine shines on the earth, and the birds outside the window keep singing, as if to tell us that "spring is coming!" Spring is coming! " It's rare that my father doesn't work overtime today. My father said he would take me to Neverland, and I jumped for joy! When we arrived at Neverland, I was very excited as soon as I entered the gate, because there were many interesting things and many children there. I play kangaroo jump first. I sat in the chair and fastened my seat belt. When the other children are ready, the game begins. At first, the chair shook and flew into the air, and then it quickly fell down, which was very exciting.
My mother and I went on playing pirate ship and sat in it. I feel that the pirate ship is like a particularly big swing, swinging from side to side as if flying into the sky. My mother and I both cried with broken hearts. I called because I was fun, and my mother called because I was afraid, but I didn't laugh at my mother because I knew my mother was afraid of heights, but she still played with me. How kind of her!
Then I played many games, including merry-go-round, little firemen, bumper cars and so on. We didn't go home until after 4 pm.
8. A 350-word narrative composition for third-grade pupils.
On Sunday, I finished my homework early, so I invited my good friends to a romantic bakery to make mold cookies and experience the fun of making cakes for myself. There are all kinds of cakes in the bakery, including attractive birthday cakes, delicious puffs and delicious egg tarts ... We chose this one and decided to make mold biscuits. The aunt in the bakery tied a small apron and hat on us, looking like a little chef. I'm ready. I can't wait to pick up an egg and smash it in the basin. The result was too hard, and the egg skin fell into the basin. My good friend laughed, so I had to take out the skin of the egg and make my hands sticky. At this time, my aunt asked us to cut butter. We cut butter with tools, but the butter kept running around like a naughty child. We tried our best to cut it, and finally my aunt taught us how to do it. I put eggs, butter and good flour together and rubbed them hard. I pinched it again and again, sweating like a pig, and the dough was not as soft as the teacher. Next, it's time to mold the shape of the biscuit. After rolling the dough flat, we chose butterfly shape, kitten shape, pig shape and small fish shape ... After buttoning the model, we sent it to the oven for baking. Thinking about baking delicious cookies makes my mouth water. Twenty minutes finally passed, and after the cookies were taken out, the chocolate needed to be squeezed. Look at my cookies, the kitten has a beard, the fish is playing and the butterfly is dancing! I am reluctant to eat.
Looking at the biscuits with different shapes in the box and smelling the delicious taste in the room, I am very happy!
9. A 350-word narrative composition for third-grade pupils.
One day in the summer vacation, I was walking home and saw several children about my age riding bicycles. I thought to myself: if only I had a bike, too. Today is my birthday. My mother bought me a bike that I miss very much. I said to my mother, "Mom, can you teach me to learn cycling?" Mom said, "Yes." The next morning, my mother and I came to the playground together. My mother first told me the essentials of riding a bike and showed it to me. She told me, "Learn to ride a bike bravely and cautiously, keep your eyes wide open and hold the handlebars with both hands." I nodded and got on the bus nervously. My mother is holding the car. I carefully put my foot on the pedal, held the handlebar and began to move slowly. Suddenly, I saw a big tree in front of me, and I was scared out in a cold sweat. At this critical moment, my mother gave me a hand in time. Under the patient guidance of my mother, although I failed several times, I finally learned to ride a bike.
This tells me that no matter what you do, don't be afraid of failure. You will succeed as long as you work hard.
10. 350-word narrative composition of third-grade primary school students
There is one thing that warms my heart whenever I think of it. I just went to kindergarten at that time. One winter night, the north wind roared and the weather was extremely cold. I don't know what to eat, but I have a bad stomach, not only vomiting and diarrhea, but also a high fever. It happened that my father was away on a business trip that day and my mother had not learned to drive. My mother had to wrap me in a quilt and then hold me to the side of the road to stop a taxi. It's dark outside and there are few cars. I felt my mother shivering with cold in her arms. Finally, I was sent to the hospital, and I had to register and help with infusion. My mother is really busy! I was lying in a hospital bed and fell asleep before I knew it. The next morning, when I woke up, I found my mother's eyes were bloodshot and black. It turns out that my mother stayed up all night. As soon as I got home, my mother was busy cooking millet porridge for me. After eating a hot breakfast, my nose was sour and I almost cried.
Although many years have passed, it will remain in my heart forever and make me remember it vividly. It makes me understand that my mother's hug, mother's kiss and mother's love are my happiness. Each of us should learn to be grateful and cherish.