In daily study, work and life, everyone has written a composition, and you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. According to the different writing time limits, compositions can be divided into time-limited compositions and non-time-limited compositions. How to write a good composition? The following are 1 happy junior three compositions I collected for reference only. Let's have a look. Happy Grade Three Composition 1

Mother! Are you that spring? —— Inscription

The light and shadow are dancing, the pear blossoms are faintly on the branches, and the sky is full of clouds. —— It turns out that it is a happy tone.

The winter is bitterly cold, and there is no spectacular scene of "the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky" in the winter in the south, but the wind scattered in the light and shadow of street lamps, the baldness of branches, and even the plastic bags rolled up by the roadside to the sky all warn you of how cold the winter is.

The hand warmers in my hand suddenly cooled off. Even on such a cold day, the scene here is still full of traffic. People are squeezed into "little ice hockey".

"You can do it tomorrow!" What is presented in my mind is my mother's eager eyes and expectations, but I still wander. This time, all my opponents are men of the hour. Can I rush to the top? Yes, I was so nervous that I was paralyzed and denied my efforts for more than ten years. The blood in my heart is as cold as iron.

"Are you hungry, son? Come on, I brought you your favorite seaweed cake, so you can keep plenty of physical strength so that you can read aloud and speak louder than others with your loud strength! " The dark purple shell of seaweed cake is covered with all kinds of ingredients and glistening grains, which are shiny. But I can see that my mother's hands are empty. Is her stomach empty?

I am ashamed and moved. Why did I forget the important lunch? Let mother come in a hurry, let mother hungry! I choked, but I still said, "Mom, are you hungry?" As expected, she said what she wanted to calm me down.

"not hungry. You concentrate on preparation! " My heart was melted by the warmth of my mother's sudden rush. Looking at my mother, her face was full of children's joy, as clear as the pupil of the lake, showing her confidence in me.

I think of all the mistakes she made to me in the past, such as reading nonstandard beatings and curses, and severe dogma whipping my fragile heart. Her wrinkles didn't come out as time went by, but they were like the lines on jiaozi's face because of me. I held a grudge at that time, but I knew everything when I saw her typing aloud for me many times under the dark light.

"The color of happiness, are you like this?" I murmured goodbye to my mother. She shouted "Come on!" to me again. I can see that her frozen red hands are still dancing in the air, and her face is blown red ......

Tears are finally pouring out!

It turns out that the color of happiness is bright green, and it is your hard cultivation of this clumsy bud that makes me grow into a tenacious grass with warm care.

Now, it kisses the trophy, swaying in front of you, revealing clusters of bright green happiness in my heart, and your tears seldom flow out! Is this a happy tear?

-mother! You are the bright green of happiness! Happiness is like a shadow, and what is missing is only the eyes of discovery. Scholars say: happiness is a pale yellow with a book fragrance; Businessman said: Happiness is the light green of hundred-dollar bills; The farmer said: Happiness is the golden color of mature rice fragrance. I began to look for my own happiness.

I remember that once in my hometown, my good friends and I found many ants of different sizes and shapes. He was playful and thought of a way to pee and drown ants. I'm studying their textures and watching them move food, but he's already ready. Before I stood up, there was a violent impact on the back of my head. In this way, I became a shield, and all the ants were safe and sound ... I stood up angrily, and he whizzed home when he saw this. I hurried home to clean up. It's clean and screaming. Before I started cursing again, a familiar voice came through: "I'm sorry!" I was in a hurry just now, and we are still good friends, ok? " "Well ... I'm not angry, we are still good friends. Hang yourself after pulling, and don't change for a hundred years ... "Recalling the scene when he braved the scorching sun to apologize. I found that the friendship between us is deep, and the friendship is like gold. Happiness is this glittering golden yellow.

every day when I come home from school, there is always a smell of rice in my nose. I was hooked into the kitchen by the smell of rice, and my mother said, "Today, the dishes and soup are all new tricks. How can you be so amazing!" " Mom showed a happy smile, which was lovely. Until once, I met an aunt and mother and asked them where they had gone. Aunt told the truth directly: "It's not your mother who pestered me to find my friend to learn cooking." My mother was surprised to see me, but she still showed a row of teeth without restraint. Now every day I see my mother pick up a silver kitchen knife, and I feel happy: happiness is the dazzling silver with a vegetable country.

Now, I have found my own happiness, that is basketball. Because I learned the ball once, and then I scored many goals in a game with other classes, I got several points. I feel that my basketball career has begun. Since then, my love for basketball has only increased. I made up my mind to play better. And practice almost every day on vacation every year. When I am in a bad mood, my first choice is to pick up the basketball and walk to the venue that makes me boil. I will soon forget my troubles, and even in the rain, I enjoy the infinite fun that basketball brings me. In the sunset ... I was stretched with the shadow of the ball day after day. Happiness is the fiery red that inspires me upward.

It turns out that happiness is colorful. Happiness, like a friend, is a scenery that will be met in life. On tiptoe, we can get closer to happiness. Happy Grade Three Composition 3

I am really happy to have you! This is the deepest feeling that has been hidden in my heart recently, and it is warm and full of happiness when I touch it. In the vast sea of people, how lucky I am to meet you, my head teacher and math teacher.

In the holiday days after primary school graduation, the key to primary school is to develop good life and study habits, and the key to junior high school is to meet a strict and responsible teacher. I don't understand it. Listen, I haven't thought about the meaning of this. With the beginning of study and life in the first grade, from the initial strangeness and confusion to being in a hurry and at a loss. The new environment makes it difficult for me to adapt. The pressure of study makes me breathless, and sometimes I really want to run away. In addition, I am introverted, so it is difficult to be active in a strange environment, but slowly, you, my math teacher, have made me change slowly, and I have the interest and confidence to participate. Mathematics has always been my weakness, but the first math class after school is engraved in my mind with you standing on the podium with a serious look, attracting me to a novel class trip that I have never experienced before with vivid and vivid lecture style. Looking at the difficult problems that usually cause headaches at first sight, you gradually become clear and clear in your colorful opening speech. Let me shrink back as soon as I encounter a problem and slowly approach forward, and I have a little interest in my heart. It is you who let me learn and have the courage and confidence to explore difficult problems for the first time. It's me, lucky to meet you!

With the acceleration of the course progress and the increase of the difficulty, I feel deeply tired of accepting knowledge slowly. Careful, you seem to feel my retreat sensitively. Find me in the limited rest time of the school sports meeting, and encourage me with the most common but sincere words. My gloomy and depressed heart once again feels your deep concern, warmth and happiness!

it's always been my fault to be absent-minded in class. Especially in class in the afternoon, I feel like a kitten sleeping in the warm sun, lazy. You on the podium and I under the podium, one is tirelessly imparting knowledge to us, and the other is in the classroom, but my heart unconsciously drifts into the story of the extracurricular reading I saw last night. One careless moment happened to meet your questioning eyes, and my heart was shocked. I suddenly woke up and felt your warning eyes. My three souls finally returned to their places, and I immediately concentrated on listening to the class. Teacher, it's really like a bug in my stomach. I can't escape from your eyes, and my little eyes remind me of my mistakes like a whip. I am really happy to have you!

For you, this may be a trivial sentence, a small look, and an ordinary action. For me, it is a valuable motivation in my study process and the brightest light on my way to study. What I want to say to you most: "Mr. Gan, I am really happy to have you. I will cherish my junior high school time and strive to be your student who also makes you feel happy to have me." Happy Grade 3 Composition 4

You left the deepest impression in my heart, which seemed so sweet and made me extremely painful. Time has carved a knife on your face, and you will always be my only one. I am really happy to have you, my mother.

it rained cats and dogs that night. Lei Yun wailed in the sky, and the air was unusually heavy.

The pain pierced my body, and the lightning of the night crushed the light into the horizon. There is no umbrella in the ward, but I always feel that you are sheltering me from the wind and rain. Dark tears fell on the roof, like bombs exploding in my ears. It seems that the water has been sucked away by Lei Yun in the sky. My mouth is so dry that it almost burns. "Mom, can you buy me a bottle of water?" I squeezed a few words out of my inflamed throat. "ok." Mom replied.

The overhead collision is getting louder and louder, and the sound of "bang" closing the door bounces around in an empty room, like a prisoner hitting the wall in a prison, and finally he is broken and silent.

The roof above my head was almost smashed by the rain, and time fell from the sky as if it had solidified, and it was very silent when approaching me. I made a scene. Dad didn't want to go out to buy things. No one wanted to go to a store far away in such a heavy rain. I continue to insist on eating sesame cakes. Even though my father told me thousands of reasons why I can't eat sesame cakes, I just don't agree. Suddenly, my mother said to my father, I'll buy him some sesame cakes. Mom had already left before dad could stop her. The door opens again and gloves, water, two hamburgers and a sesame cake appear in the plastic bag in your hand. The sound of dripping water appeared a pool of water under your feet. Tears keep falling from my eyes. Sesame cakes are sweet and fragrant and have always been my favorite food. I only remember that day, when it was forty degrees and the sun was blazing, my mother caught the summer heat and sat by the bed to rest. Later, I don't remember what the sesame cake tasted like, except that you had a fever of more than 4 degrees and were very ill.

thousands of Chinese chapters can't describe your love for me; Thousands of hymns can't describe the greatness of your maternal love. Whether you encouraged me in my most difficult time or inculcated me, it is your deep love for me. Happy composition 5

The sunshine is scattered on the ground, and the sky is like a white shirt dipped in blue ink. The blue is bright and the white is dazzling. Thoughts are flying, and fond memories of childhood come to mind.

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When I was very young, my mother and father sent me to my grandmother's house because I was busy with work. I had a happy day at my grandmother's house.

at my grandmother's house, I deal with mud every day, and I especially like playing with it. I have also developed a careless character and informal work since childhood. I remember one time, Xiaoxiao, a child from my neighbor's house, and I were playing with mud. At this time, a child from a neighboring village came over and looked up at me proudly, saying, "The game played by the little girl is ignorant!" " I also kicked the clay sculpture that Xiaoxiao and I worked hard to make. I shouted at him angrily, "What are you doing!" " He glanced at me, smiled back and said, "What do you care? I can kick if I want!" " I was so angry that, like a crazy lion, I gave him a hard push. He froze and sat motionless on the ground. I wanted to argue with him, but my grandmother came out and dragged me back. She said to me, "Children should live in peace and avoid fighting. Besides, you are still a girl!" I puffed my cheeks and turned my head away. I didn't talk to my grandmother in anger. Grandma saw that I was silent and leaned over and said to me gently, "Well, we're not angry. Shall we go to bed?" I gave a soft sigh, and then I lay in my grandma's arms, and gradually fell asleep with grandma's gentle chanting ...

When I woke up, half the sunset had fallen into the western hills, like the naughty child knocking over the paint bucket, and a large sky was full of strong rose.

Looking at the room flushed by the sunset, my grandmother lying beside me didn't know where she had gone. I went to see her barefoot. Suddenly I smelled a smell of food, mixed with the fragrance of flowers. I walked to the kitchen. Behind the door left unlocked, grandma's busy figure flashed in the afterglow of the sunset. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and went to the yard. A small table was set up in the yard, with delicious food on it. I sat at the table and my saliva was about to flow down. I wiped my mouth, waiting for my grandfather who worked in the fields to come back. I sat on the ground and caught the cricket. At this time, grandpa came back. He sat at the table, relaxed his tired body and ate it with a big mouth. When I saw grandpa eating, I ate it with a big mouth. Grandma sat next to him, smiling all over her face.

It's getting dark, and the sunset glow on the horizon is half bright and half extinguished. In the sound of cricket, we ended a busy and happy day at grandma's house.

Maybe, I'll never get back to my childhood, but that happy time can't be erased from my memory. It's also my happiest time up to now. Happiness is a cup of tea, which can make people relaxed and happy. Happiness is a cool breeze that can blow away the heat of summer; Happiness is a flame that can warm a cold heart; Happiness is a clear spring that can moisten people's dry hearts; Happiness is still a feeling, giving me beautiful and infinite memories.

The sky outside the window is gray, just like my mood now, and I didn't do well in the exam. What should I tell my parents? A desperate mood swept through my heart like a frenzy and I felt cold all over. Mom and dad looked at the striking scores on the paper, and my mother was very disappointed. The word "Sichuan" on my eyebrows was locked tighter. The deep disappointment in my father's eyes made me feel extremely ashamed. I went to the balcony and smoked one by one. The rising smoke seems to contain my father's expectation for me!

I just fell asleep at night, but I was woken up by the quarrel between my parents next door. I only heard my mother say, "Half of the reason why Huihui keeps failing in her academic performance is because of you!

I bet you that as long as you give up smoking, her academic performance will definitely get better! "

"Well, let's try it like this!"

I listened in bed, as if something was about to gush out of my eyes, and my nose was so sour.

The next day, our whole family was surprised to find that Dad had started to quit smoking. It turns out that quitting smoking is so painful: Dad has no cigarettes.