In our daily study, work and life, everyone has written a composition, which is composed of words. After people's thinking, they express a theme through language organization. I believe that writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is a perfect composition for the third grade I compiled for you for your reference, hoping to help friends in need. 1

I don't know that the sky is in the water after being drunk, and the boat is full of dreams.

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Outside the window, black water like ink flows from the sky to the horizon, and the night elves jump among them one by one, dotted with the white jade plate. I looked at the beautiful scenery and slowly closed my eyes.

when I opened my eyes again, I was already in Chaka Salt Lake. The night scene is still in front of us, but there are many more stars. The scenery in the sky reflected on the lake. If I hadn't stood here, I would have been unable to tell the difference between heaven and earth. I stand between heaven and earth, surrounded by stars, and I can reach out and touch them.

I ran on the lake, and the other sky was rippled by me, and the scenery in the sky was blurred. The stars danced everywhere, and the water droplets stirred from time to time also hid stars. Alone and boundless here, I can run and play unscrupulously, and my heart suddenly broadens and my heart beats faster.

I squatted down, held up the water and waved it into the sky. The sky and another sky were dyed purple at the same position, and the range of purple became wider and wider, and the color changed from purple to pink and blue. This color soon overflowed the horizon, and the original black became colorful. On this quiet lake, my heart beat faster and I jumped into the bottom of the lake.

waiting for me at the bottom of the lake is a huge universe. All kinds of planets filled with stars float by me. They are as transparent as bubbles, as if they were broken at the touch. I am drifting freely in this universe. Before I come to a Milky Way, there is a very bright star on both sides. Could it be the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl? I plunged into the river and was washed away by it.

when I came to the source of the river, I saw a dazzling light, which was blinding. I closed my eyes, covered my face with my hands and broke into the light. In a flash, I felt as light as a feather and as heavy as a stone, falling slowly and quickly.

suddenly, this feeling disappeared. I opened my eyes and saw that it was a dream. The sun has risen in Ran Ran outside the window. I got up slowly, stood at the window and smiled at the world, but my heart was very beautiful.

my heart is full of joy for the beauty of this world. Grade 3 perfect composition 2

What's the taste of grade 3? 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 aftertaste.

in the blink of an eye, two years have passed through your fingers. We have become students in Grade Three, facing the first test in life-the senior high school entrance examination. As a result, schoolwork is also heavy. "Baby, get up quickly, or you will be late." My mother always wakes me up when I am sleepy. "Run faster, why are you so slow? How can you take the exam?" The PE teacher accused me when I was exhausted; "You see, how to write this homework, do 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 the third grade, like an isolated little ant, feeling helpless, sad and even desperate. My third grade was bitter: I thought so then.

It's been two months, and there are few days left before our senior high school entrance examination, but I finally taste the real taste of Grade Three. "Baby, tired not tired? Are you hungry? Mom will cook for you. " When I get home, I can hear my mother's concern and greetings; "I did well in this exam, keep on cheering!" The teacher's praise is generous; "Don't be sad, it's just a small exam. Let's cheer together and do well in the senior high school entrance examination." My friend stretched out his arm to encourage me when I was most lost; "I did well in class today. I took the time to write my homework during the break and asked the teacher questions!" As I stood on tiptoe, today's reflection was gloriously posted on the "reflection wall" ... After I got used to the life in the third grade, I enjoyed it, paid together with my classmates and gained together. The taste of the third grade is sweet.

The first taste is bitter, and the last taste is sweet. Maybe I will taste this kind of coffee later, but when will the special feeling that moistens my heart stimulate my taste buds? I really hope that the old man will slow down his pace, because I don't want to say goodbye to my third grade. But how can he listen to my advice? All I can do is to enjoy the present and miss the taste of my third year. 3

Looking for hope from despair, life will eventually be brilliant

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Even if faith can't grow into an ancient tree, I don't regret sowing it for thousands of times.

even if I promise that I can never look back, I don't regret waiting for thousands of times.

even if the flowers can't bear fruit, I don't regret dying for thousands of times.

because I believe, can it be satisfactory? But to be innocent of my heart and have no regrets is life.

Maybe it's the age when teenagers are not worried about their ambitions, or the impulse of newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers, so the road of youth is full of flowers and birds. Because young, so frivolous; Because of ignorance, so fearless; Innocent because of innocence; Because of youth, it is precious, because only by working hard can we fly to our dreams.

There are joys and sorrows, joys and tears in the life of grade three. Sometimes staring at the flying birds always makes me envious. I wish I had a pair of vigorous wings, spread them and fly freely in the sky.

once upon a time, I couldn't help crying in the face of the books like Mount Everest and the endless sea of questions. When will this day end?

once upon a time, I looked back on the unbearable past, faced the cruel present and fantasized about the unknown future, alas! Where do you have your own life coordinates?

nine years of studying hard in the cold window, all in the middle school entrance examination! Only by struggling, can we gain, and flower of life will be fragrant.

there are still stars outside the window, and time still flies like an arrow. In retrospect, the life in grade three was dull and full. Struggle, the bell of victory in the entrance examination next year will surely ring! The day before yesterday, when my mother and I were practicing skating in the ice, we unexpectedly met my good friend Yu Kexin, and two friends who didn't usually meet each other met unexpectedly on the skating rink. Let alone how happy we were! The two of us skated together and talked about interesting things at school!

My skating skills should be better than Yu Kexin's and my skating speed should be faster, so I let Yu Kexin skate slowly. I'll take a few quick laps on the court first and then go back to find her. And she followed me all the time, but I didn't know it. Just as I was skating hard, I suddenly heard someone exclaim behind me. I thought that someone had fallen down again. I turned around and saw that it was Yu Kexin. I quickly stepped forward to help her. She had a bad fall, and her feet were skinned, and she hissed with pain. I quickly helped her to the nearby infirmary to let the doctor see if her injury was serious. The doctor gave Yu Kexin a simple treatment and told me that she was fine and just had a rest, so I continued to return to the ice rink with confidence.

After a while, Yu Kexin came out. Although she still felt a little pain in her leg, the fun on the ice rink was more attractive, and the two of us continued to fly freely on the ice rink! I also taught her to do "front gourd" and "back gourd" on the ice. We practiced carefully, and soon it was time to go home. Two good friends reluctantly said goodbye and agreed to meet again at the weekend! 5

What have we been doing since we were born? Then I will answer-"grow"! Yes, we are growing up, starting from a weak baby and slowly growing up ... < P > When we were a weak baby, we didn't believe in the world, so we snuggled up in our mother's arms and cried wildly. At that moment, we are preparing to grow up, and we are preparing to meet this ignorant world ...

Gradually, we began to grow up, began to understand the world, and began to be clever. We listened to what adults said and did what adults told us to do, and we did without resistance. We were a good boy. At that time, we were growing up and learning about the world ...

After several years, we have been growing up. At this time, we were surrounded by the sense of glory and happiness brought by the report card. At this time, we began to be proud and arrogant ... At that time, we were growing up and seeing the world gradually ...

We were growing up again, and our vanity at this time. Is a stroppy child, at home is a bully, and supercilious, think oneself is the greatest person ... At that time, we are in a rebellious period, the world is gradually clear in front of us, we are still growing ...

We are still growing, at this time we finally grow up, sensible, in order not to let mom and dad sad, willing to give up their own ideas; In order not to let mom and dad worry, we always cry quietly when we meet anything, but always smile at mom and dad ... At this time, we have seen the world clearly and ourselves clearly ...

Now, we are still growing, because we still want to see every corner clearly! 6

Gardens need to be beautiful, and cities need to be beautiful without cleaners. Yueqing is attractive because of the beautician in the city-the cleaner!

Every morning, when the morning sun shines into the windows of every household, the industrious cleaners have already shuttled through the streets and lanes, and started their day's work hard. Some of them are holding brooms and wearing masks, bending over a little hunched and sweeping up quickly; Some are holding long pliers, riding tricycles with garbage bins, and searching for garbage with their eyes; Some drive cleaning cars and sprinklers, and keep cleaning the ground, so that visitors can leave a new impression on Yueqing every new day.

When the hot summer sun shines over their heads, people stay indoors and eat popsicles leisurely in air-conditioned rooms, but the cleaners are still wandering in the community and on the road, picking up the rubbish discarded by others into the dustbin.

They dotted their faces with "black stripes" and shed sweat with dust. Although their hands holding the broom all the time are sour, their responsible heart makes them work better. When people who go to work go out of the unit and drive home, the cleaners are still sticking to their posts and cleaning up the garbage from the day. When the last ray of light disappeared, they put on their clothes, rode bicycles and walked on their way home. Their day is hard and not easy!

The cleaners in Yueqing have the most beautiful hearts. They contribute to the cleanliness of our home. They are unpretentious, never show off or make public, and always serve Yueqing silently. Any rubbish can't escape their eyes, and the road surface is cleaned by them. In the scenic spots, they cleaned the ground spotless, and the road surface was completely new. The home was more beautiful because of them, and Yueqing was cleaner because of them! 7

The afternoon sunshine spilled on my windowsill, and the hot air from the coffee disappeared in the sunshine, leaving a touch of fragrance. Pulling out a book from the bookshelf, leaning against the window, sipping coffee and flipping through the title page, I let the sun jump on the ink-scented words, and I ran on this road to the sun.

On this road, I have enough patience to listen to the stories told by every scholar. I sympathize with Su Shi and Li Bai's experience, but I admire their open-minded romance even more. I regret that Lin Daiyu's burning manuscript is infatuated, but I applaud her faithfulness; I am indignant at the ending of heroes, but I am even more proud of their kindness. Sunshine softens my heart because of their stories.

On this road, I have enough courage to follow every explorer to take risks. Sanmao and I crossed the desert; Tom sawyer and I ventured into the forest and explored caves; Robinson and I met on an isolated island, not affected by the surrounding environment, and we did it ourselves and had plenty of food and clothing; I went to the Western Heaven with my master and disciples to learn from the Buddhist scriptures and enjoy the pleasure of conquering nature. Sunlight drives my inner fear and gives me the courage to break into a deserted place.

on this road, I use clear eyes to discover the truth, goodness and beauty in this world. I followed Zhu Ziqing's sight and was moved by my father's hard climbing back. I followed Bing Xin's footsteps and shed two lines of tears for simple and great maternal love; I walked with Yu Qiuyu, rolling on the ancient Dunhuang road and enjoying the flying murals dancing with the wind and fluttering clothes. The sun brushed away the wet tears on my cheeks and gave me clean eyes to believe in love.

With the sunshine on my pillow, books in my arms, and my eyes closed, with the sunshine and the help of scholars from all walks of life, I successfully walked through a small part of Sunshine Road. Thanks to the books, I have such a wonderful journey. I will take this ray of sunshine and walk this road firmly. Grade 3 perfect composition 8

Time flies, and the years fly by.

another year in a blink of an eye. Busy studies make us breathless, like the straw on the camel being accumulated constantly. It's hard to stop the fast-paced life until the winter vacation. Stealing a leisure from your busy schedule can really relax your body and mind. Enjoy your own world quietly.

Busy with homework

Although it's winter vacation, you can leave all your homework behind. The teacher euphemistically said, "Make the final sprint at the end of the term." We students can be bitter, and we can only be pregnant with: "For the senior high school entrance examination, for the future." Dream of burning the midnight oil. There are thousands of pains, and there is no choice but to resist, because "for the senior high school entrance examination, for the future."

Busy visiting

The Spring Festival is a traditional festival of the Chinese nation, and Chinese people have always attached importance to it. More than half a month before the Chinese New Year, everyone began to make intensive planning and preparation. On holidays, visit relatives and friends, drop in and give gifts. It's my favorite thing to do in a year, because! I believe everyone knows that there are three words: "lucky money"! At that time, we were the richest when we were young, but our parents always used the reason of helping to keep the lucky money in their pockets. During the Chinese New Year, it feels really good to save the lucky money given by the elders and buy something you need!

Busy with games

Since the winter vacation is over, playing computer games is essential. Fingers are dancing desperately on the keyboard. "Win again!" Spend all your free time on the computer. Playing small games occasionally is also good for physical and mental health! As long as you don't forget yourself, it's not a big deal