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2. There are more than 200 words in the third grade fairy tale composition, Putik said. "
A plowman left.
"If you fall, the cat will eat you and say, accidentally fell?"
"People are advanced animals?" He cocked his head and asked, self-righteous, help him. Mother sparrow saw it. "
Putik doesn't know yet. He wants to know what the outside world is like quickly. He will fall. He's alone. There is a little yellow-tailed sparrow named Putik, and its mother swoops down. He panicked, and people have no wings: "The child is careful, and some are not at ease.
Pick me. Finally. "
Mom corrected that she would only flap her wings and look around outside the nest, but Putik learned to fly, and the big cat stared straight at Putik! Everyone should have wings. Mother sparrow's tail was bitten off by a big cat, and she danced. One day, instead of walking on two legs, there were only two bones left. If you don't listen to advice, you will suffer. They fly without wings. They hope that all animals can fly, but they don't agree with themselves. I have grown up! "
"What happens if I fall?"
"No."
"Why?" You are wrong: "the cat has bitten off all the hair on its wings and can't fly in a warm nest." I beat him slowly one by one.
Writing more than 200 words in grade three makes me happy.
On Friday night, when I came back from school, I saw a plate of fresh strawberries on the table. I was just about to eat one to relieve my hunger when my mother came out of the kitchen. My mother said mysteriously, "baby, don't worry, this is my raw material." We will make good food together in the future. " I think it's strange. What is my mother going to teach me to do?
My mother asked me to cut off the stalks of strawberries with scissors, and then I handed them to my mother one by one. I saw my mother cut strawberries into small pieces and put them in the pot to light the fire. I was just about to have a rest when my mother called me again and said, "Add sugar to the pot quickly!" " "So I added sugar and my mother stirred it. Half an hour passed, and the strawberries slowly turned into paste. I think what I've eaten before. I cried excitedly, "mom, this is my favorite strawberry jam!" " "
My mother smiled and said to me, "honey, you are so smart!" " Looks like I don't need to reveal the answer. "Looking at this red strawberry jam, my heart is full of joy. I dipped a little chopsticks into my mouth. Sour and sweet, delicious! This incident made me understand a truth: only what I do with my own hands is the most fulfilling!
4. The third day of "The Power of Motherly Love" continued to write about 200 words. In a trance, my mother realized the seriousness of the problem and just grabbed the phone inch by inch and made a faint cry for help. As a result, they were saved.
A young mother suffered from leukemia for a long time, and her body and mind became more and more exhausted. Knowing that there were not many days left for her, she desperately knitted a sweater for her daughter when the doctors and nurses were not paying attention. After the sweater was tied and hidden under the pillow, the person went into a semi-coma state. Later, I vaguely heard the nurse's comments, knowing that I would leave my relatives forever in three days, and my heart was very calm. The next day, I suddenly heard drums outside the ward. I asked my husband who kept the bed, and he had to tell her, "Children's Day is in two days, and the students are practicing." The young mother gnashed her teeth and said, "I can't die on June 1." The power of maternal love continues to write six essays. Otherwise, every Children's Day, my daughter will think of losing her mother that day. Can she be happy? "Sure enough, the young mother was in a state of semi-coma and death. She opened her eyes slightly from time to time and asked, what time is it? Finally, she insisted on June 3, and she breathed a sigh of relief: "Well, I want to say goodbye to you." Then he pointed under the pillow and left with a smile.
This story is by no means a fabrication, but what the reporter learned in the interview. Please allow me to tell another story. After a big earthquake, a mother was trapped under the collapsed building with her baby in her arms. As time went on, the rescuers had not found them. When the baby was starving to death, the mother cut the vein with a stone and let the blood drip into the child's mouth. When people finally found them, the mother was already dead, and the baby's loud cry sang the greatness of the mother.
Yes, maternal love is great. Under the support of this mother, her mother is full of extraordinary tenacity, extraordinary courage, extraordinary calmness and extraordinary spirit of sacrifice. Isn't this extraordinary spirit and will the driving force of human reproduction, progress and purity?
However, children often forget this simple truth until they become parents. At that time, everything was too late.
When I was in the third grade of primary school, I created a composition with a magical title of 200 words. In a beautiful forest, there are golden yellow flowers everywhere, which looks like an embroidered carpet. The green grass leaned out of its little head and whispered to the little yellow flower! Right next to this meadow, there is a lush tree where the little crow and its mother live.
Every day, the mother crow tries to find food for the little crow. Gradually, the little crow grows up, and the mother crow is old, so she can't fly or find food.
What shall we do? The little crow is very sad and thinks, Mom is old, so I should go and find something to eat. I have to take care of her. Therefore, whether it is cold winter or hot summer, he insists on going out to look for food every day. The Woods are so big and the bugs are so small, but he is not afraid of being tired at all. Because he knows that his mother used to take care of him like this.
Look: the little crow is feeding her mother a big, fat caterpillar bite by bite. How filial the little crow is! How happy mother crow is! When I grow up, I will be as filial to my mother as a crow.
In the sixth grade. 3. I continued to write the process composition of the Chinese rescue team, with 200 words. I read the article "China International Rescue Team, Great" today. The spirit of China International Rescue Team is of great significance to my education.
This article tells the story of a 6.2-magnitude earthquake in the African country Algeria. China sent China International Rescue Team to rescue it. After more than ten days of hard work, the rescue team successfully completed its task and was praised by the Algerian people, praising the noble quality of our people in carrying forward the humanitarian spirit and selflessly helping people in other countries. This reminds me of the magnitude 8 earthquake that just happened in Wenchuan, Sichuan.
After the earthquake, rescue teams from the United States, Singapore, Russia, Japan and other countries came to China to participate in the rescue. The Russian rescue team rescued a survivor, and the people of China gave the Russian rescue team a banner to show their gratitude. The Japanese rescue team failed to rescue the survivors, and it is said that one member resigned because of grief.
Although the rescue team of Taiwan Province Province in China did not rescue the survivors, it rescued two puppies, which also reflected the feelings that blood is thicker than water between people in Taiwan Province Province and mainlanders. These people came to China to help and were respected by the people of China.
I realize that they have a heart of helping others, helping others and caring for others, and their spirit is worth learning. When others encounter difficulties, I will stand up like them and try my best to help others and be the best teenager in the new era.
7. Write one thing in 200 words in the third grade composition, open the floodgate of memory, let the river of memory trickle, and many things come to mind together. Some things have been blurred, but one thing is fresh in my memory. Moved, it is refreshing. After drinking the spring, our hearts become clear and bright. Touched, it is the intoxicating sea breeze, feel the sea breeze, and our hearts become pure and spacious; Touched, it is heartbreaking snow. Appreciating the snow makes our hearts quiet and peaceful.
It was a Wednesday afternoon and we were having our last class in the classroom. Suddenly, a north wind blew, and a large dark cloud rose from the horizon. In an instant, heavy rain fell from the sky. I quickly reached out and touched my schoolbag. Alas, I forgot to bring my umbrella. Just then, the school bell rang, * * * mixed with the rain outside, making my mood like a mess. I don't know how to get home. "Dad didn't come back today, and mom didn't get off work until 7 o'clock. What should I do? " I whispered, "Damn God, come down early or late, but what should I do at this time?" I have a problem. At this time, a classmate like me who didn't bring an umbrella was unlucky. I am much happier now. I finally have a date. I was just about to ask where she lived when I heard "Mom, you're here!" "It turned out to be a classmate's mother." I feel dizzy. Finally, I had a companion and left again. "My stomach is full of bitter water, so I have to swallow it again. I stood blankly under the eaves in front of the school with my schoolbag on my back. The rain kept hitting my face and body with the strong wind, and I was shaking all over. I've always wanted to look far away, hoping to see that familiar figure.
"Ah! What are you doing standing here? " I was looking for fame. It turned out to be my good friend Xie Mingjie. "I want you to take care of it." I deliberately looked into the distance and said disdainfully. "Hey, you didn't bring an umbrella, did you?" Xie Mingjie a face of thief smile, "this also need not you tube" I still mouth shut. "Let me take you home." Sogeum hesitated and said. "You, take me home?" I look unbelievable. "Well" Xie Mingjie nodded slightly.
I gratefully said to Xie Mingjie, "Thank you so much! Without you, I would have to stop raining before I could go home! "
"You're welcome, this is what I should do!" Say that finish, we smiled at each other.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Although it has been a long time, it still haunts my mind and is unforgettable.
8. What happened to rabbits, pigs and deer in the forest [story composition in the forest]
The story in the forest One morning, the sun was shining and the story in the forest was finished. Trees, grass and flowers are talking on the grass. Uncle said proudly, "Well, brothers, I will be sent to the city in a few days, where I can enjoy a warm sunshine bath, find a new partner, settle down and live a happy life." And you, huh! I don't want to go out all my life, and I will always be a frog in the well! "At this moment, Sister Grass interrupted me and said," Tomorrow, I will be put on a foreign plane to travel abroad with my companions, and you can't dream of going, so you can't compete with me. "When uncle heard Xiao Cao say this, they argued with each other." Stop that now, don't argue. Your idea is right, but don't you think? No matter where you are sent, as long as you bring happiness to others, aren't you happy? " The flowers said. Brother Dashu and Sister Grass stopped quarreling, but they looked down on it more and more, thinking that its ideal was small and easy to realize. And their own ideals are really beyond the reach of ordinary people. The composition of the sixth grade of primary school is "Story Composition in the Forest". But flowers don't think so It just feels: Go your own way and let others talk! -in a blink of an eye, ten years have passed, and the trees and grass have all gone where they want to go, except the flowers. But it doesn't blame God at all, because it believes that God is fair. Sure enough, this afternoon, a big truck shoveled it into the truck and transported it to the beautiful big city-Beijing. After the flowers got there, they were beautifully decorated by the staff. A few days later, an old lady bought her and gave it to her sick granddaughter Tian Tian. Tiantian likes this potted flower very much. The flowers are growing happily in the sun. Tian Tian looks at this potted flower every day, and her condition changes day by day. The flower felt very happy after knowing it, because she brought happiness to others and helped others. From then on, flowers live happily, while trees and grass stay where they want to stay. Students, if it were you, who would you be?
9. It is very important to write a composition of 200 words in grade three.
Twitter, Twitter, where do these words come from? It comes from a garden. I see a flower seed and a glass of water. A handful of dirt is being discussed.
The first speaker was the soil, and the soil said, "I am the greatest." Without me, people will not be able to really plant flowers and trees. "
The second speaker was water. He said, "No, no, I am the greatest. Without me, it's no use bringing soil seeds, the trees will be * * * sooner or later.
The last speaker is Hanako. Hanako said, "No, no, you don't want anyone. Only I am the greatest. Without me, will people still use you? " As long as people stop planting my flowers, will they still use you?
Their words woke up the little squirrel sister who was dreaming. The squirrel said, "You have your own uses. Don't just see the advantages of others, only their shortcomings. Don't be proud of you all. You must learn to be modest. "
After listening to the squirrel's sister's words, flowers, water and soil all bowed their heads in shame!