My third life composition 1 "study hard, play less, and everyone is getting busier and busier!" This is the junior life of inertia thinking, but my junior life is turned upside down.
Midnight bitter "copy" the text: "What day is tomorrow?" "Friday!" "Today is Friday! Oh, I haven't written an excerpt yet! " "I have already finished, so don't worry. Be careful that the Chinese teacher approves you! " After washing my feet, I quickly climbed into bed. Just two strokes of the pen, the annoying lights-out bell rang. No way, I can only take time to date Duke Zhou, and then hide under the covers and have a big fight with my homework! Seeing that everyone was asleep, I turned on my flashlight and started my midnight copy. In the end, everything comes to him who waits, and he finished copying it in less than ten minutes. Yes, this time it broke the record! Then, lie down and sleep.
Boiled fish: Last night, a classmate in the upper bunk was singing affectionately when the lights went out. I looked at my watch. The light will go out in less than 30 seconds. I told her the bad news. So she climbed up with her usual climbing skills and threw off her slippers. I don't know whose basin is so unlucky, but together with her slippers, I created a dish-boiled fish. We laughed. Hardly had she climbed up when she had to come down to save her fish.
Stealing food: Every night, people who can't resist the temptation eat, and always after lights out. Last night, a classmate stole food in the quilt. We are all talking about her, and she keeps stealing food. So, another classmate pulled her up, and she didn't even know we were calling her. The dormitory was suddenly in an uproar, and the laughter was really turned upside down.
How is my life in grade three? Wonderful enough, upside down enough! On the third day, the five flavors bottle of life!
Today is the sixth week of No.3 Middle School. I'm so happy. I like my dormitory 2 16 best. We are a dormitory where Class 18 and Class 19 are merged. Don't underestimate this dormitory 2 16. There are many interesting things. There is only one mixed dormitory in a building. You can hear it when you get to that dormitory. I walked in and smiled, which made me miserable. My classmate called 18 class people splashing water everywhere. No wonder they are laughing. I saw a shoe in front of the door. I guess/kloc-class 0/8 must have colluded with/kloc-class 0/9. Someone on our side really took the bait. No wonder my classmates are covered in dirt. Finally, I couldn't help laughing loudly. Now my classmates are really angry. He called 19 class to discuss. Why don't they fight back 18 class?
Although we make so much noise, we are happy, happy, bitter and * * *, with food and problems. We are so happy. This makes me understand that happiness is varied, just like the five flavors of life, it is sour; Sweet; Bitter; Spicy; Salty is different, more complicated than this. I asked you if you and I were happy in the dormitory upstairs, and the answers were varied, which made me curious. Now, I seem to understand.
If you combine happiness with life, it's really amazing. Life is like a tasteless bottle, filled with too much ... happiness is like this. However, this kind of happiness needs to be experienced, discovered, understood and pondered slowly. The condition to be achieved is that a person needs to explore hard to get happiness and know the beautiful meaning of happiness.
My third-year life composition 3 entered the third-year campus, and my heart was mixed. There are expectations for the future, as well as yearning for learning, and more yearning for senior three life! Before entering the third grade, I often hear my senior sisters complain that they are tired and bitter in reading the third grade. ......
It is because of these rumors that I am full of curiosity about my life in grade three. I want to walk into the campus of grade three and experience whether life in grade three is sweet, bitter or salty. Today I am a junior three student! My junior high school life is full of five flavors for me, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Classes start at 6 o'clock every day and end at 10. It's too bitter. After working hard for a long time, the exam finally came, but the result was not ideal, leaving salty tears; It's sweet to spend some time talking and laughing with friends during the intense study every day. .......
There is nothing missing in the life of grade three, and everything is available. What we are looking forward to now is that after a year of hard work, we can be admitted to a school that we are satisfied with! Let yourself, family, teachers, friends and all those who care about yourself not be disappointed! Work hard! For your dreams; For the expectations of the family; For the encouragement of friends; For the teacher's teaching; For all those who care about themselves; Try hard once!
My third life composition 4 "study hard and play less, everyone is getting busy!" " "
This is the junior life of inertia thinking, but my junior life is turned upside down.
Study hard at midnight "plagiarized" articles
"What day is tomorrow?" "Friday!" "Today is Friday! Oh, I haven't written an excerpt yet! " "I have already finished, so don't worry. Be careful that the Chinese teacher approves you! " After washing my feet, I quickly climbed into bed. Just two strokes of the pen, the annoying lights-out bell rang. No way, I can only take time to date Duke Zhou, and then hide under the covers and have a big fight with my homework! Seeing that everyone was asleep, I turned on my flashlight and started my midnight copy. In the end, everything comes to him who waits, and he finished copying it in less than ten minutes. Yes, this time it broke the record! Then, lie down and sleep.
White sauce fish
Last night, the dormitory was marked with songs, and a classmate in the upper bunk was still singing affectionately when the lights were turned off. I looked at my watch. The light will go out in less than 30 seconds. I told her the bad news. So she climbed up with her usual climbing skills and threw off her slippers. I don't know whose basin is so unlucky, but together with her slippers, I created a dish-boiled fish. We laughed. Hardly had she climbed up when she had to come down to save her fish.
Steal an article
Every night, some people can't resist the temptation to eat, always after the lights are turned off. Last night, a classmate stole food in the quilt. We are all talking about her, and she keeps stealing food. So, another classmate pulled her up, and she didn't even know we were calling her. The dormitory was suddenly in an uproar, and the laughter was really turned upside down.
How is my life in grade three? Wonderful enough, upside down enough! On the third day, the five flavors bottle of life!
My life in Grade 3 Composition 5 Life in Grade 3 is very boring. Life at three o'clock every day, the fat schoolbag weighs me out of breath. I wake up every morning to see a mountain of books and workbooks. That messy x, y, z, that boring positive and negative proportional function, I dream about that complicated physics competition every night, and I'm still mumbling. The third grade is God's black humor.
In the third grade, I can only say goodbye to TV, computer and walkman. In the third grade, I could only say XIU LA with Contemporary Music and titan sports. On the third day, I can only play one game of volleyball and badminton; It's the third day. I already have papers and books, and everything else has nothing to do with me. Is it monotonous? I am speechless.
My parents' advice has always been with me. I finally took some time out to watch TV for a while, and was driven back to the house half an hour later. Reluctantly, he sat back in the familiar chair. I started my boring work again. Until I couldn't help turning on the computer. Put on headphones and listen to your favorite music. Then I boarded Tencent QQ. Tick tock, tick tock. A grind, take out the keyboard. The knock at the door drew mother in. Then came the mother's reprimand. Suddenly I feel so helpless and wronged. Then, tears poured out.
It's the third grade, and the exams every three to five give me a headache. It can be said that "three quizzes a day, one big exam every three days", which is really a magic weapon for teachers. Points, points and points are the lifeblood of students. " There are really "allusions"! Before the exam, I worked hard and huddled with the "difficult friends": during the exam, there was nothing but the rustling when writing; After the exam, my compatriots complained heavily: "I'm finished!" " ""I failed in the exam again! " "Our life is over!" "Oh, God, help me! "
My third-year life composition 6 The teacher's painting is very unusual. (Yes, this teacher's surname is Wei Yanqing. ) Teacher Wei prepared two boxes at home first, and then the whole class prepared 54 boxes, but because there were men and women, 20 and 24 were separated! So I drew lovely patterns, every four are the same, because there are four people in a dormitory. So the teacher asked men and women to draw lots separately in class. (Zhang) and (Yang) Xinyi were assigned to a dormitory, which was called "greenhouse" by the boys in the class. Wang Jun is with (Zhao) and (Wu) Zi Yue and (Zheng). Ok, let's talk about dormitory sharing later. In the dormitory of the first snow, she felt that all her old friends were friendly, so she boldly introduced herself to all her old friends.
Everyone smiled at the first snow, only happy and expressionless. They all make their own beds. Of course, they made princess beds in the first snow: purple beds, pink, soft pillows and pink quilts. There are some packets of scented paper and some books beside the pillow. And dolls, of course. The first snow is also generous, so take out your own snacks and share them with you. Only Xinyi said that she didn't like snacks. After eating snacks, three people (except Xinyi) went to school, because the teacher said there would be no class today, so everyone could get familiar with the school. Since then, the first snow has lit up. Chuxue feels lucky because all the girls in her dormitory are cute, but she didn't expect Xinyi to be cute, too, but she doesn't know her heart! She didn't expect Xinyi to envy and hate herself for a long time After that, she went against the first snow everywhere in her study life. The story after that.
My Third Life Composition 7 Someone once told me that in his third year of high school, every day is monotonous repetition, just like a tape, which is repeatedly rewound by one person ... The time is infinitely long, accompanied by flying gray test papers, dry and rotating fans overhead, and endless summer coffee.
Doubtful nodded and took his hasty steps-the third day. The same monotony, the same pain, often in class for a while, wake up, look at the teacher, with self-blame, continue to fight, like a gyro, being pumped around, faster and faster. ...
Looking up at the sky, the sun shone sparsely through the white clouds, and my face was dyed golden, slowly melancholy and sad … ..
Self-study, no one watched the class, and returned to the familiar feeling: students in twos and threes, whispering, played three sets of gobang with Xiao Wei, listening to her laugh: "Four or three arrays, you lost." Looking at the black, white and white on the chessboard, I used to be skilled, but now I forget the most basic array. ...
Bread, there will be. So is milk. Everything will be fine after these two months. I said to myself silently.
We braved the scorching sun and sweated for the entrance examination for physical education. Training, long jump, long-distance running, sprint, sprint, crossing the midpoint line of 50 meters, tears in my dream, salty sweat quietly trickling through my hard face. We are no longer alone, and the thunderous cheers behind us when we are tired make me forget all the reasons for cowardice.
In my dictionary, there is no more hesitation and cowardice, ...................................................................................................................................................................! !
When it's all over, looking back at the road we've traveled, every footprint hides hardships and bitterness … but then, we really understand happiness … ..
The wind messed up my hair, but it couldn't extinguish our burning hope.
Third grade, come on! !
In junior high school, I served as the captain of the Young Pioneers, the representative of the branch, and worked in the meteorological team. When I was in junior high school, I picked up the blackboard newspaper of graduation grade. After high school, he served as a counselor of the Young Pioneers Squadron and edited and published the school blackboard newspaper. I think doing some social work actively in middle school, even if it is a small task assigned by a team or a teacher, is of great benefit to a person's all-round development. You can exercise your work ability and cultivate your ability to observe, think and solve problems. This is of great benefit to future work. After I went to college, I worked as an editor of the department blackboard newspaper for a long time, and I also did some propaganda work after I joined the work. This is inseparable from the exercise in middle school. Teacher-a noble and glorious profession
I am also working in the education front now. I deeply feel that the role of teachers is important from my own growth. Many middle school (even primary school) teachers' names or smiles will not be forgotten by students. Although it is hard to say how much a teacher has played in the whole growth process of a student, the healthy growth in the important stage of middle school life for six years is the result of every teacher's painstaking management. Every class, every conversation, every move, every word and deed of the teacher will leave a lasting impression on the students' minds. It's like when a child grows up, it's hard to say which mouthful of breast milk has played a role, but without the nourishment of that drop of milk, the child won't grow up.
On the occasion of the celebration of my alma mater. It also aroused my reverence and gratitude for the teachers of my alma mater. I wish the middle school students who are studying in their alma mater have made greater progress than we did 20 years ago, and I also wish some outstanding elements of them can join the teaching staff in the future!
Time has passed, just like a girl's tears, the song of time has been sent out, so my junior high school career is over, and I am already a quasi-graduating class student.
Teachers always instill all kinds of chicken soup for the soul in class, and always feel that every class is reflecting on their own shortcomings. Thinking about what to do next, but it doesn't seem to affect me. This idea can only last for a few hours at most, and maybe it will be forgotten after class.
Sometimes I am really sleepy in class, especially the soft and beautiful lullaby of the English teacher. My head is up and down, and I'm scared; After class, I am alive and kicking, like a child who has eaten sugar, and it seems that I have always been full of vitality. No one knows that I am sleepy in English class, but I am really lucky. ...
The third grade is the best time to study hard and work hard, laying a solid foundation for the fourth grade. But I don't make progress and live a carefree life like an 80-year-old woman every day. During the period near the final exam, I was always called by the head teacher, which was not as practical as before. Sure enough, the result was a little worse than last time, but no matter how bad it was, it was a step backwards. I dare not be so decadent anymore, because the consequences are too terrible to even think about. I deceive myself, dare not face the reality and live in a fantasy world.
On the fourth day, I came to you in high spirits. The senior high school entrance examination is just around the corner. I believe that only by working hard will there be no ups and downs. As long as the wind is blowing, my efforts will not stop. I hope next year, I will be proud of the spring breeze. ...
My life composition in grade three 10 was in a hurry, and many things happened in my song-like days. Every experience shows a different life course and my growth.
When I was a baby who knew nothing, my mother always cared about me and loved me. My mother raised me so big with a handful of shit and urine, just to let me grow up safely. No matter whether I cry or make trouble, she takes care of me wholeheartedly. When I was sick, my mother always took me to the hospital regardless of my health and always coaxed me not to be afraid. I curled up in my mother's arms and groaned feebly. I didn't know the greatness of my mother until now.
When I was five or six years old, everyone I loved died. At the memorial service, I felt for the first time how short a person's life is. I couldn't help crying when I saw my loved ones being cremated. I left without seeing her for the last time. At this time, I am extremely sad.
When I was in primary school, I lived carefree in school. But that time, I had a problem with other students. We both ignore each other, even if we meet head-on, we pretend we don't know each other and always turn around and leave. But I'm lonely without playmates. So, I took the initiative to apologize to her. I know that only by being considerate of others will the world be better.
Looking back on those things that made me grow up, I will always see pictures that moved me, and the years are like songs.
I looked up at the sign in front of the class and suddenly found that we were in Grade Three. The seemingly dark appearance also shines with sharp light, leading me forward.
(early) morning
Next to me, a junior high school student who was as light as a swallow skipped to the school gate, remembering that he was going to be late, and wanted to speed up his steps, but he was forced to stop this idea because his schoolbag was heavy and there were a bunch of books in his hand. When I entered the school, I didn't have to check gfd because of the third grade. I sighed slightly in my heart, but I didn't know whether I was happy or sad.
Copying homework is still rampant, but it has improved. The efficiency of the first class is always the lowest, some write under the table, some are immersed in sweet sleep, some are eating breakfast that they can't eat in the morning, and of course some are listening to the class. As for the next few classes, they usually pass unconsciously, day after day.
noon
The mental and physical exhaustion of the morning has made my stomach growl. You can only peek at TV while eating. After dinner, I struggled painfully between reviewing and sleeping, and finally I lost my review to sleeping. Only in the third grade did I really feel the joy of sleeping.
afternoon
During class, the teacher suddenly came in with a stack of papers and announced that he would take an exam. It was not surprising at all. After the results came out, no matter how the exam went, everyone's enthusiasm for asking each other about the results faded. Occasionally, when teachers read grades from high to low, they are always afraid that their names will appear behind them.
Rice, as if not enough to eat; Sleep, it seems that I don't have enough sleep, and my homework seems to be endless. This is my life in grade three. Although very tired, but also very full. I believe that as long as you pay, you will get something again.
My composition on life in Grade Three 12 Well ... I nodded in response to my mother's nagging and thought: I am in Grade Three.
It's time to be sensible and work hard. Study hard. I have this idea every day, n plus 1 time.
The old class said, "Students, work hard. Only you can help yourself. Your future and future are in your own hands.
No one can help you if you don't work hard. "My parents said," Daughter, how can you get into high school if you don't work hard? Your grades are not good.
What are you going to do if you can't get into high school? No one can help you, how can you live up to us? "These words are pressing my heart now.
There is no room to breathe. I know what they say is for my own good, and I know more about the heavy burden on my shoulders. Seeing that others have good grades, I am also reflecting. What did I do wrong? At this time, I also clearly know that the revolution has not been successful, and comrades still need to work hard.
Life in grade three is "miserable" than before, but there will inevitably be difficulties and obstacles on this road. For example, our schedule has never been less than the main course, and there are always mountains of books and notes on the desk. There will always be exercises in the desk: there will always be homework in the schoolbag, but I believe that as long as we work hard, we will definitely climb to the top of the mountain, so we will work hard on this mountain. After all, there will still be a rainbow after the storm, so, comrades, we are trying to persist, and victory is not far away!
Someone once told me that when he was in the third grade, every day was monotonous repetition, just like a tape, which was repeated endlessly by one person indefinitely, accompanied by flying gray test papers, a drying fan rotating overhead and endless summer coffee.
Doubtful nodded and took a hurried step. The same monotony, the same pain, often in the classroom for a while, wake up, see the teacher, and then with regret, continue to fight, like a gyro, constantly beating, faster and faster.
Looking up at the sky, the sun shone through the white clouds, dyed my face golden, and slowly became melancholy and sad. ..
During self-study, no one watched the class, and the familiar feeling was restored: the students were whispering in twos and threes, and Xiao Wei played three sets of gobang, listening to her laughter: four, three, you lost. Looking at the black, black, white and white on the chessboard, I have forgotten the most basic arrangement path.
Bread, there will be. So is milk. In two months, everything will happen. Say to yourself silently in your heart.
For the senior high school entrance examination, we were sweating in the scorching sun. Training, long jump, long run, sprint, sprint, crossing the midpoint line of 50 meters, tears in dreams and salty sweat quietly flow through my hard face. We are no longer lonely in our own war, and behind the throbbing cheers when we are tired, I forget all the reasons for cowardice.
My dictionary is no longer hesitant and timid. There is only one big word like blood: rush! ! !
When everything is over, looking back at the road we have traveled, every footprint hides hardships and pains. But at that time, we really understood happiness. ..
The wind messed up my hair, but it couldn't destroy our burning hope.
My third-grade life composition 14 has reached the third grade, and I have long had this idea in my heart: study hard with a book. ...
I remember when I was in the second grade, I strolled on my way to school and arrived at school at 7: 10. After playing for a while, I collected my homework and did nothing. But the morning of the third day has become full and busy. According to the requirement, I must arrive at school at 6: 50 in the morning. Whenever I am still dreaming in a hazy sleep, the sound of the alarm clock "Lula" instantly becomes a noise of 100 decibels. Helpless after turning off the phone, I started the same day again, dragging my schoolbag to school, and it was already 7 o'clock.
The classroom of grade three is on the first floor, which is dazzling from a distance. Panting, I rushed to the class representative, handed in my homework and returned to the classroom. If one day I am lucky enough to arrive early, I will be praised by the class teacher.
"Monitor, you are early today." I smiled and said to the monitor. She said, "Yes, very early."
Life is so busy.
Now we are faced with weekly big exams and quizzes, and the competition among students is getting bigger and bigger. There is no need to talk in the dormitory or canteen after school.
This is really busy.
It's cold, in fact, that's how I came step by step. I can't help but be happy because I have made some small gains and successes in several exams. But I will soon think of my parents' teaching: win without arrogance and lose with grace.
Big Head 2 They went to take out the garbage again, and every time they took this opportunity to play with a bunch of mixed boys, they came in with a garbage basket in their hands in the middle of morning reading. It looks really interesting.
It's getting tighter. The third grade will be over soon, and what we are facing is coming soon.
It's time for our group to clean up after school on Monday afternoon. The teacher asked me to clean the blackboard by myself. I don't want to clean it, because cleaning the blackboard is very troublesome. But if I don't want to, I have to. I can only say yes in my heart.
I picked up the eraser and scribbled on the blackboard, making chalk foam fly over most of the classroom. The front desk and stools are all white gray, and I am gray myself. Just then, the teacher suddenly came in and severely criticized me: "What are you doing?" What about dancing? Can you take it seriously. Look at you. You became a big face. "
After the teacher left, I wiped my face with my hand to see if there was chalk foam on my face. I never want to make my classmates laugh.
I cleaned the blackboard carefully, and the whole blackboard was blackened by me. Just when I thought I had finished my task, I suddenly found a white thing stuck on the blackboard in the lower right corner. I rubbed it hard several times, but I still couldn't get it off Qiu Haoyu, who is sweeping the floor, said to me; "Liu Yuhan, that thing can't be wiped off." "Why can't it be wiped off?" I asked. "Which classmate went up with a crayon." Qiu Haoyu said. I think, then I'll wipe it with a wet rag and see if I can wipe it off! So I found an old towel from the podium as a rag and dipped some water in front of the sink outside. I put this wet towel on the white thing on the blackboard and wiped it back and forth. As a result, the crayon was really erased. I feel very happy.