Nostalgic fourth floor, window, 1, composition for grade three. This is a cool and breezy land of feng shui. Occasionally staring blankly out of the window, it is full of vitality, fresh and natural. However, a month later, things changed. The person by the window is no longer me, only the cool breeze lingers by the window, waiting for a new life.
Looking out of the window, I can't help thinking of something by the window: I can't remember when it was a long time ago. I'm just a playful child. Because the window is hidden and convenient, I often unconsciously take out an extra-curricular book to read secretly during lunch break or self-study time. Looking at it, suddenly came a particularly exaggerated question: "Dude, how did you do this?" I was startled and glanced at Xiao Wei behind me, but when I saw his exaggerated expression and winked at me, I looked around and was shocked-it was the head teacher! I put the extra-curricular books in my bag in a panic, pretending to say "well, this question,,," and thanking me at the same time. They got the message and smiled at each other. This year's senior high school entrance examination, I have no time to manage the baby's extracurricular books, and no one reminds me again. Where can I find it these days?
Since the third grade, although people sit at leisure every day, their brains are running around: I will go to a seaside to explain why the temperature difference is small; After a while, I will go abroad to practice English, and I will meet celebrities all day, get in touch with their hearts, read their emotions, and write them down with a pen to see how much it is worth. The only free time is after the daily test. In early summer, it gets dark late, and it is dusk. I will never forget that scene: when the weather is clear, the sky is golden and full of passion, just like we are full of vitality on the field, and the roof and exterior walls are plated with gold, which is dazzling and intoxicating. When the weather is bad, it is dark orange, like we are nervous in the examination room; There are other special purples, roses, and even blue that is depressed when the clouds are thick. Besides this window, where else can I witness this unique scenery?
I can't help thinking back to that autumn a year ago. Also in front of the window, looking at the flying yellow leaves, like butterflies flying all over the sky, as if telling parting. The wind swept gently and dispersed the elves. It reminds me that three years later, we will be like this, flying with the wind and flying to different lives. At that time, I comforted myself that I still had a year. However, a year has passed, and I can't find any excuse not to be nostalgic. The wind still lingers in the window, as if I can't bear to blow away a little nostalgia in my heart.
How long will it take me to remember these three years? Is it a moment, or a lifetime? In the future, I will still be a little nostalgic, and I will return to this cool window with the wind.
Teacher's comment: faint words, reluctant feelings. All right.
I will graduate soon. During the period of graduation, my memory unconsciously went back to the past. When I first stepped into this campus.
At that time, I entered this campus with a lot of curiosity and expectation. I still remember how bright the sun was that day and how excited I was that day. I'm certainly excited to step into the new learning environment, not to mention the junior high school campus I've been longing for since I was in primary school.
I am also very happy in my junior high school life. I met new teachers and made many new friends. In my junior high school life, I lived a full life, I learned a lot of knowledge and gained a lot of friendship.
But time always flies, and in the blink of an eye, the steps I took changed from in to out. I am about to graduate, which means I am about to leave this beautiful campus. However, there are too many things in the beautiful campus that I can't forget. The teachers and classmates on campus, and even the grass and trees on campus, are unforgettable. My campus brings me too many wonderful times. I graduated, but I really hate my campus.
Graduation is always a hot topic. As a memorial, when we are facing graduation, there will be some people and things in everyone's heart. Always teaching our teachers and always accompanying our classmates, these are the people we will remember. And that desk that accompanied me for a period of study career has also become the object of my memory. Perhaps not only I, but also many students are reluctant to part with that study partner-the desk.
How many days have we been writing at our desk? Our study partner has been silently guarding us. Unfortunately, what we remember is the people and things that appeared around us throughout junior high school life.
Although we are facing graduation, our hearts are full of sadness. But graduation is something everyone will face. We should lift our eyes and focus on a new tomorrow.
Miss the third grade composition 3. Time is shallow, and the years are bright. I think, I am still an ignorant child, and I have become a sensible teenager in a blink of an eye. The beauty that time has given us is bought at the same price. Looking up, the countdown is running out.
make friends
Starting exams in junior high school means parting ways with my classmates, but I am still a little happy to think that I can make new friends and enter a new environment when I enter junior high school. So I walked through the dividing line between primary school and junior high school with mixed feelings of sadness and joy. The school in the big environment made me know many friends, and I quickly integrated into it and made friends. I just met the head teacher in the corridor. I didn't know at that time. I didn't know until I reported to work. It's interesting to see the new head teacher with a round face and a big nose. I think he must be a kind and kind old man, and I can't help but rejoice. When I sleep at night, I secretly praise the new teachers, new classmates and new environment.
War articles
On the second day of junior high school, we were presumptuous in the doting of junior high school. The old class doesn't do what they say, the class representatives don't listen, and the school rules don't obey. Anyway, it is the kind of doing what should be done, doing what should not be done, doing good things and doing bad things. At that time, Class 13 really took part in the war and ended in the penultimate in a monthly exam. The atmosphere in the class was very dull at that time. Everyone seems to know that they are wrong. When they looked at the black-faced old class, they all felt deeply guilty. The morale of the class is obviously different. Finally, they stood tall in the next monthly exam and won the top ten. The old class looks more energetic and we are much happier. From then on, 13 class changed its face and formed a new atmosphere.
Revolutionary articles
After a series of exams, we have reached the end of the "Long March" and jumped out of the encirclement of ten, ranking among the best in the class. This is the result of hard work. Now that the senior high school entrance examination is just around the corner, everyone is studying hard and struggling hard, just to make a dazzling blow in the senior high school entrance examination. Some policies have also been implemented in the class to make better progress for intermediate students. I hope everyone will cheer in the new round of exams! Come on! Come on!
Seeing that these three years are about to pass, I really feel a little sad. In the past three years, I will never forget everything I spent with you. I hope our friendship will last forever. I can't forget you, the people I care about and cherish, the brothers who came with me, and the classmates who came with me. Cherish your affection and forget my friendship. The college entrance examination war is just around the corner. I wish you all work hard and be the first!
I miss the picturesque scenery in my hometown.
Green is best for decorating my hometown in spring. Walking on the path in my hometown, the trees are arranged neatly, the thick branches are stretched out, and the sunshine above my head is covered by dense leaves. Occasionally, a beam of sunshine illuminates the road, and patches of green come into my eyes. I smell life. The leaves are covered with green clothes, the sun shines through the green gauze on my pure white sleeves, and the breeze blows my cheeks with fragrance. The grass at the foot rose to reveal its short head, swaying and swaying in the wind. Trees look after each other, birds and the wind sing to each other.
I feel the vitality of my hometown, which makes me want to stay.
My hometown is as warm as the sun.
The sunshine in my hometown in summer is very warm, which warms my heart and makes people fall in love with it. Sunlight is golden and invisible, but you can feel it with your body and experience it with your heart. The sunlight covered the whole earth with a layer of gold, which made people see things in a blur. The sun shines on the farmers who work hard in the fields, making their strong arms dark and sweaty, but the strong sun also makes them feel at ease. The ears of wheat did not show weakness and tried their best to stick their heads out. When the ears of wheat are illuminated by golden sunlight, it is like being covered with ghee and golden.
Feeling the warmth of my hometown makes me want to stay.
My hometown is as cold as the wind.
A breeze blew and blew off the flaming maple leaves. The road is covered with layers of fallen leaves, forming an autumn road. Walking on it, the fragrant earthy smell comes with the wind from time to time, which makes people feel like a fairy fruit that secretes human spleen. The breeze is on my neck, there is no bleak autumn, only a hint of coolness. The night is dark and people are quiet. The ticking sound in the small pond is particularly clear. The moon is pure and flawless. In the dark, pale yellow lights shine on every corner of the field. The night wind jumped over the moon and hit me, and the coolness came to my mind.
Feeling the coolness of my hometown makes me want to stay.
My hometown is as white as snow.
In winter, there are many "white butterflies" in the sky. They are dancing, and the whole sky is their stage. Because their arrival made all the children in the village laugh and dance. The faces of the old people are full of love for their grandchildren. The snow is full of children's masterpieces. There are too many snowmen waiting for one and two, too many children's smiles and too many innocent and romantic smiles hanging on their faces. Although it is cold, everyone has a fiery heart in his heart. The roof, the road and the sky are all white, as simple and naive as the people here.
I feel the innocence of my hometown, which makes me want to stay.
My hometown here will never be forgotten, and it will always be worth my nostalgia.
Miss the third grade composition. What's the taste of the third grade? Sweet, sour, spicy or bitter. But in my opinion, neither. The third grade tastes like mellow coffee, with bitter taste in the front and mellow taste in the back.
In a blink of an eye, two years passed through my fingers. We have become students in Grade Three, facing the first test of life-the senior high school entrance examination. Therefore, schoolwork is also very heavy. "Baby, get up quickly, or you'll be late." My mother always wakes me up when I am sleepy. "Run faster, why are you so slow? How can I take the exam? " The PE teacher accused me when I was exhausted; "Look, how to write this homework, you still want to take the senior high school entrance examination!" I accepted the teacher's criticism with my exercise book; "Do exercises in Chinese, chemistry, physics, mathematics and physics tomorrow." My goal ... posted on the class goal wall has not adapted to the life of grade three, like an isolated little ant, feeling helpless, sad and even desperate. My third grade was bitter: I thought so at that time.
It's been two months, and there are not many days before our senior high school entrance examination, but I finally tasted the real taste of senior three. "Baby, tired not tired? Are you hungry? Mom cooks for you. " When I get home, I can hear my mother's concern and greetings; "I did well in the exam this time, keep on cheering!" The teacher's praise is generous; "Don't be sad, this is just a small exam. Let's cheer together and take the senior high school entrance examination. " My friend extended his arm to encourage me when I was most lost; "I did well in class today. I took time to do my homework during recess and asked the teacher questions! " I stood on tiptoe, and today's reflection was gloriously posted on the "reflection wall" ... After I got used to the life in the third grade, I enjoyed it very much, paying and harvesting together with my classmates. The taste of grade three is sweet.
The first bite is bitter and the last bite is sweet. I may try this coffee again in the future, but when will the special feeling that moistens my heart stimulate my taste buds? I really hope the old man will slow down, because I don't want to say goodbye to my third grade. But how could he listen to my advice? What I can do is to enjoy the present and miss the taste of senior three.
In my hometown Yangtouling, Changzhi County, there is a park called Lidu Park. According to legend, in ancient times, Emperor Yan, the ancestor of China, led the tribe to climb Taihang Mountain and entered Changzhi County, with Yangtouling as its capital. So during the Spring Festival, I went to appreciate the foundation of Chinese civilization and relived the past history.
When I first entered Lido Park, it was simple and natural, but what greeted me was a fresh feeling that deeply attracted me. The pines and cypresses on both sides stand upright and dignified. It seems to pull people back to ancient times: a person led the vast crowd to this land with rivers, lakes and seas, lush forests and grasses and dense animals. Taste a hundred herbs here, learn about grains, spread farming, create a precedent for agricultural planting, and be honored as "Shennong". Walking on Yangtouling at the top of the mountain, a tall statue of Emperor Yan stands in front of us, lifelike. On the statue, Emperor Yan's temples hung down his shoulders, his chest hung down with a long beard, and his ears of grain were held in his left hand, which made him look radiant. The vicissitudes of eyes depict his firmness and persistence.
A gust of wind blew, and the surrounding trees swayed, adding a sense of beauty to the statue. Many birds flew around the statue, showing the harmony between Emperor Yan and nature, and the birds croaked one after another, adding a mysterious atmosphere to the statue. The grass and trees rustle, just like the main theme of a song, accompanied by birds singing, as if returning to the era when ancestors, animals and nature lived in harmony for thousands of years. The old man listened to the music of nature and looked for herbs that benefited millions of people. I was in it, listening to this harmonious tune, lingering.
The winding path leads to a secluded place, and there must be beautiful scenery ahead, passing through clumps of vegetation. Only "here, birds live in the mountains, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond". Going forward, there is a beautiful huge mural on the wall, which is vivid and vivid. I saw an old man holding a cow on the mural carrying a bamboo basket, collecting herbs and looking around, not for himself, but for the people there. I stepped forward and touched the corners, and the historical scene appeared in front of me. Vegetation and Emperor Yan are together, and the footprints of history pass through my fingers in an instant. I'm just talking to history, shaking hands with history and gently stroking the stone wall. The massiness of history shocked me. I felt the joy of the hard work and harvest of the ancient people, which made me linger.
Yangtouling is surrounded by ravines and nine ridges like dragons. There are many springs in Lingnan, which still exist, and the water quality is sweet. There is a raised mound on the ridge. According to legend, there is a golden sheep head buried on the mound, hence the name Yangtouling.
From nomadism to settlement, from fishing to farming, statues and murals are a review of history. We are proud that we are from Shanxi, the birthplace of our ancestors. As the sons and daughters of China and the Chinese people, this place will always be my pride.