When I grow up, you always care about me.

I remember one time, when it rained, I was sick. You were busy with your work, but you gave up your work and told me not to be afraid. I was naive at that time and believed you. You gave me a drop and a little medicine. For a long time, but it didn't get better. You are anxious and afraid, your black hair turns into white hair in a blink of an eye, but you are busy giving me fluids. Sometimes you buy an apple and ask me if I want to eat it. I'm a little top-heavy, and you're too busy peeling me. This is one of the things you have worked so hard for me.

Mom, no matter how busy you are, you will take the time to teach me, and my grades will gradually improve. It's all your hard work!

This is my mother's love for me and my daughter will never forget it. Because maternal love is great, I will always be my mother. I really want to say to my mother: I love you!

Diary of Grade Three 150 words (2)

People always have unforgettable things, and I am no exception. I still remember one thing clearly.

Once, my father and I went to the open space to play badminton with great interest. I serve first. I threw the ball up gently. With a bang, the ball fell to the ground. Dad smiled. "You are so stupid that you can't even throw the ball." I picked up the ball and patted it again. The ball flew and flew to someone else's house. I rang the doorbell, and the householder opened the door and asked, "What are you doing, little friend?" I said, "My badminton flew to your house. Please let me pick it up. Thank you very much! " The householder picked up the badminton and gave it to me. "Well, son, you picked up the ball. Go home! " "I went back to the clearing and continued to play badminton with my father. Dad served, dad picked up the ball and threw it into the air, and the ball fell to the ground. Like my first time, my father said poetically, "There are inevitably some mistakes in life. When adults are also wrong, I will try again. "

Later, my father raised his vigilance and handed the badminton. I took a look, caught it accurately and slapped it hard. After a while, my father and I made three round trips. We were all panting and exhausted. I tried my best.

In anger, I hit the badminton and my father was finally defeated by me. I said happily, "Ah, I won!" Dad was also happy for me and said, "It's great that you can beat me."

I tried my best to win the battle with my father, but I won't be proud. I will try to beat him easily next time. I will never forget this interesting story!

Diary of Grade Three 150 words (III)

We all have regrets. At that time, we all wanted one thing that was not available in the world, and that was regret medicine.

I remember once, my mother and I went to eat Pizza Hut. I smelled a fragrance as soon as I entered the door. I couldn't wait to find a seat, so I started ordering with my mother. Looking at the menu, I want to drool. I ordered a lot of things, and my mother said to me, "That's enough. If you order more, you can't finish it. " I just stopped. Soon, the waiter brought food. I couldn't wait any longer, so I took a big bite. (m.lz 13.cn) The food is so delicious that I'm full, but I can't help eating it after watching such delicious food. After lunch, my mother took me home, and my stomach began to hurt soon after I got home. My mother gloated, "Haha, who let you eat so much just now?" I regret it in my heart.

There is no regret medicine in the world, so we should consider the results in everything we do, not just the immediate interests.

2. The article describing the winter jasmine is 150. If the sketch "Winter jasmine" is compared to the cold and numbness in this season of winter, a kind of warmth has quietly hung on the branches between turning around and looking back. At this time, the winter jasmine blooms early with her unique posture and embraces spring. Yellow buds and petals, in the colorless winter, quietly bloom with a kind of joy and amorous feelings. Spring has come. Spring has come, and beautiful spring flowers are arranged neatly on the long branches, waiting for the arrival of spring and the beginning of another cycle. The flowers in the Spring Festival are quietly blooming, and the people in the Spring Festival are running enthusiastically. I know that there is no melody that can touch people's hearts more than spring, and there is no season that can glow life more than spring. A flower will bloom for a season, and a mood will wake up the ears. That bright smile, light footsteps, childlike innocence in running, enthusiasm for melting ice and snow, and joy in singing are just spring flowers hanging on the branches. Spring is already a flower that can be picked. This flower stands in front of me, welcoming sunshine and joy, indicating growth and glory. The bird inadvertently brought a seed, who would have expected that it would grow into a big tree many years later. When spring bloomed unconsciously, it pushed my door open. Maybe after it really enters the crowd, I will forget the bright colors of the winter jasmine and the yellow flowers paving the way for spring. My eyes will be attracted by more colorful colors. But I will never forget that there was once a scenery standing in the cold wind, and there was once a flower blooming silently for spring. In the blooming season of winter jasmine, I met the gatekeeper of spring. In the world where words lose color, I hear the voice of nature and the melody of life. Poems describing the winter jasmine? Bai Juyi's "Giving a Play with Spring Flowers to Yang Langzhong" is a cold spring. How many yellow flowers are there? Tell the tourists in your words that Mozoman saw blue and white flowers. Song? The feature of "Winter jasmine" is that Li is eye-catching, and the east wind enters Jiuchong City first. No one wants yellow flowers and green vines, and the waves are famous all over the world. Song? Han Qi's "Winter jasmine" is covered with slender green stripes, and the snow is cold and turns pale yellow. Spring is not self-sufficient and flowers are fragrant.

3. The composition describing the campus is about 150 words about my campus life.

When the breeze gently blows up a small catkin; When the sun quietly shines golden light on the beautiful cherry tree; When the beautiful petals roll up in the air and then land gently, we are enjoying the romantic campus life happily.

In the morning, happy birds sang songs, accompanied us all the way through the path full of flowers, and watched us walk into the campus with a smile in their eyes. The sun shines on the bronze medal that says "XX Middle School", and the soft morning light reflects on us. We accepted the light cheerfully and walked into the campus with vigor and vitality. On the way to the classroom, we can see beautiful fountains and pools, tall and straight locust books and elegant crying every day. We often meet classmates or good friends from other classes, wave hands in a friendly way, pat the back in a friendly way, say hello in a friendly way, and maybe talk about what we have done recently.

Walk into the classroom full of morning light, put away your schoolbags and homework, take a long breath and start a day of study and life.

In class, we give full play to our talents, boldly express our original opinions and carefully remember the knowledge and points we want to understand. In order to make the birds cheer for us, the trees nodded approvingly, the flowers fell in love with them, and the petals flying in the air were full of information of appreciation and hope. ................................................................................................

We like recess and ten minutes that allow us to play freely. We talk together to enhance our friendship and increase our precious spiritual wealth. We discuss problems together, improve each other's grades and make ourselves richer and wiser. Some of us leaned against the railing overlooking it. Some gathered on the promenade, talking and laughing; Some people are sitting under the "S" sculpture, basking in the sun and enjoying the most beautiful golden time.

We are integrated into the collective, and each class is a home. We live together day and night, hoping that our "home" will be outstanding. Therefore, we saw the momentum, momentum and invincible determination of every athlete in the sports meeting. We also saw a large group of cheerleaders cheering-some waving their arms, some jumping up and shouting, all cocky.

We grow in learning.

We learn while growing up.

Now, we are smiling and walking on the tree-lined path on campus, sowing the happiest time. When we leave the campus, let's look back at the road we have traveled. I believe that we have many reluctant feelings; Have a plenty of pride in not wasting time; Have a plenty of longing for a better future! I believe that unforgettable campus life will be our best memory. ..

4. Landscape writing composition (150 words) My hometown is in the countryside, where the scenery is picturesque and beautiful. Especially in autumn, nature is even more dazzling.

The smell of maturity pervades the garden, giving off an attractive fragrance. The harvest is in sight, and the cultivators are all smiling and beaming. Pears in Huang Chengcheng are shining with golden light and smiling in green. Green cabbage, a clump here, a clump there, dripping with green, is like laying a green carpet on the garden. What is even more refreshing is to stand outside the garden and look at the garden: the garden is golden and occasionally dotted with a little green, which is particularly harmonious. The pleasing tree is covered with gold, a breeze blows, and yellow leaves dance like butterflies.

Walking in the garden, the whole garden is beautiful. You see, the yellow is elegant, the white is noble, and the purple is warm and deep, splashing and blooming in the autumn wind.

Of course, in autumn in my hometown, fog is the most charming and popular with children. Every morning, the world is misty, the mountains and seas are misty, and the mountains are undulating, just like Penglai Fairy Island, which is fascinating. Occasionally, a farmhouse will be exposed to the fog and smoke, and the smell of breakfast and the slightly meaningful morning fog constitute a harmonious and charming picture.

Whenever there is fog, the beautiful mountains and rivers in my hometown are integrated with the mirage in my heart. No matter what year and month, how far away and where I am, the hometown of autumn will always be hazy in my life.

Autumn in my hometown is also a windy world and a paradise for rain. Autumn morning, the breeze is singing. Pearl dew has arrived. Brought the coolness of autumn and absorbed the heat of summer; It brought snow-white clouds and erased the residual heat. The rain is the most unusual, as fine as an ox's hair, densely woven obliquely, and the needles are shining. How nice it is to say "sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things quietly" before the autumn rain in my hometown. There are always signs that the autumn wind will start first. Autumn rain fell silently on the ground. Autumn rain is harmonious. It took away the long drought in summer and brought the long-awaited wetness and coolness. I like autumn rain.

Autumn in my hometown! Whenever you come, the joy in my heart is always beyond words, which can only be summarized by a poem written by the great poet Du Fu, "However, I am frantically packing my books and poems".

I love my hometown, especially the intoxicating autumn in my hometown.

5. A 150-word composition describing the appearance of the character doubles his figure; The previous purple round face has turned gray-yellow, adding deep wrinkles; Like his father, his eyes are swollen all around, which I know. People who farm by the sea blow the sea breeze all day, which is generally the case.

He wore a worn felt hat on his head and only a thin cotton-padded coat on his body. Holding a paper bag and a long pipe in my hand is not the red and round hand I remember, but thick, stupid and cracked, like pine bark. This baby, born only one hundred days ago, has a chubby little head.

Those sparse hairs, like newly unearthed seedlings, are so bright yellow, but they are so vibrant. That lovely little face, like a ripe apple, is red and sweet, which makes people feel relaxed and happy! A small mouth opened happily, and the tongue rolled up slightly, as if singing, and as if thinking of my mother's sweet milk.

Because I am so fat, my chin is almost in two. Smiling facial muscles squeeze eyes into two curved curves, like a crystal clear moon.

Two eyes squinted at the front and greedily looked at this beautiful world. Ears are upright, as if listening to the wonderful sounds around them.

A bridge of the nose like Jason Chung embedded in the middle, three-dimensional and so eye-catching. How lively and lovely the baby is. She's an angel.

She has ear-length short hair and always has two hair clips on her head, one on the left and the other on the right. Her hair is tightly tied behind her ears, revealing a smooth and fair face. Her eyes are small, long and thin, but they are full of spirits. When she laughed, she became two cracks.

The nose is slightly upturned, giving people a playful feeling and looking cute. What she likes best at ordinary times is a dress with blue background and white flowers. This skirt is wide and big.

As soon as she ran away, the skirt flew like a flower. Small eyes are not dull, hovering under thick eyebrows, just like two mice, drilling their sharp mouths out of a dark hole, standing up their ears and moving their beards to see if there are any cats or naughty children hiding and smelling the air suspiciously. "

He is tall; Blue and white face, often with some scars between wrinkles; A shaggy gray beard. Although I am wearing a robe, it is dirty and torn. It seems that it hasn't been mended or washed for more than ten years. "

Liu Yun is a clever and naughty boy. He has a chubby face, a pair of big naughty eyes, and his eyes are flickering. As soon as those two big black ruby eyes turn, the trick comes.

On his dark face, whether it is bulging cheeks, thin lips or slightly tilted nose, you feel funny.

6. About the composition describing the characters outside the window (about 150 words) The bright moon overlooks the earth gently, and the willow branches dance in the eyes of the moon mother against the night wind. Mom, on this quiet night, I wish you could sit by my side and listen to my heart. Mom, do you remember? On that evening last winter, the cold north wind roared, and I spent only half a day off to wash clothes. At this time, menstruation pushed the door and came in. She looked at me in surprise and said to you, "How can I let the children do the laundry?" ? It is too cold today. "When I heard that, your warm smiling face changed immediately. You said coldly," Learning is as stupid as a pig, so you can only work and leave her alone ... "After that, you and menstruation went into the back room. Hearing this, my heart suddenly became colder than the ice in the water, and tears could not help falling on my stiff hands. Mom, I don't want you to love me much. I just want you not to be too cold to me. You often lament to my relatives and friends that I am stupid, stupid, not smart, not smart, not as good as my mother's eloquence, not as smart as your mother, not as smart as your mother, not as smart as your mother ... The most important thing is that my academic performance is declining with my age. As a result, you are more and more disappointed and indifferent to me. Mom, I know you want to have a daughter who studies very well. Doesn't your daughter want to make progress? Whenever I fail in the exam, you never comfort me and encourage me, but throw cold water on me. What makes me more unbearable is that you always hurt my self-esteem in front of outsiders. That day, several classmates came to see me watch the ball game. When I explain the situation to you hesitantly, I wish you could say, "Go ahead. "Who knows, just after I finished, you satirized me in front of my classmates:" Why don't you compete at school? "What's even more embarrassing to me is that you turned around and looked at your classmates and said sharply," Girls don't stay at home honestly and run around all day, and they don't lead people astray! "Looking at the back of my classmates' disgruntled departure, I just stood there, feeling like I knocked over a five-flavored bottle, and I couldn't say what it was.

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