1. The composition for the first volume of the third grade of elementary school is about a person in our class
There is such a person, I am not familiar with him anymore.
He is of average height, with a thin build, a round face, and a pair of big, smart eyes under his thick eyebrows. , has a shy personality and doesn’t like to talk.
In terms of study, he always strives to improve, but he is very careless. Every time he takes an exam, he will get many questions wrong due to carelessness. But he has made up his mind to get rid of this bad habit! He also has a shortcoming, that is, he doesn't pay much attention to tidying up his small room. His parents just tidied it up on the first day, but after two days, he messed it up beyond recognition. For this, he was often criticized by his parents. Although he Accept it humbly, but rarely change it.
Now, with the growth of age, parents and teachers have gradually understood many principles in learning and life. He loves reading, because books are his mentors and close friends.
The ancients said, "There is a golden house in a book." As a result, he read it whenever he had free time. He read it when he woke up in the morning, after finishing his homework, and even when he went to the toilet. This is a symbol of his love for learning.
I remember one time, when he was going to the toilet, he took a few books. He read one after another until his feet were numb, and he didn’t think about going out. As a result, the door could not be opened. At this time, he was holding fifteen buckets - seven up and eight down. What should I do? , must have been locked by his mother. After his repeated begging, her mother opened the door, which made him get rid of this bad habit.
He also has advantages! He is a computer expert. When the teacher was teaching the first lesson of PClogo, he had already learned the third lesson by himself. No problem on the computer can trouble him. For example, if any student doesn't know how to use the computer correctly, he will teach him humbly! Students, guess who is this smart and cute friend? To tell you the truth, that’s me——. 2. Composition for the third grade of elementary school: "I discovered a little secret in our class"
My classmate Xiao Min has been very strange recently. He is always mysterious. Before get out of class, Xiao Min would Like other students in the class, Xiao Min would rush out of the classroom and rush to the lively playground, where we would laugh and play together and spend the rare ten minutes between classes. But now, no matter how she calls her, Xiao Min just can’t When I go out, I always make various excuses. Why didn’t I take down my notes well? I need to drink water. I need to go to the bathroom first. In short, he is completely different from the lively and active Xiao Min in the past. I can’t help but wonder. , what is Xiao Min doing behind our backs? So, during a class break, I didn't go out, ready to see what Xiao Min was going to do...
That day, when get out of class was over, I saw Xiao Min getting under the table, and I asked Xiao Min : "Xiao Min, what are you doing there?" Xiao Min turned around and ran away when he was exposed. Unfortunately, it was too late, I had already blocked his way with my thigh. I just opened my mouth to shout: "Everyone, come and see, what is Xiao Min doing under the table?" Xiao Min immediately covered my mouth. He said to me: "Don't shout, I'll tell you." "Then what are you doing, tell me honestly, or I'll shout again." I said, Xiao Min couldn't hide it from me anymore, so he said helplessly: "I'll tell you But you have to keep it a secret for me." "Okay," I replied happily. Xiao Min said embarrassedly: "Actually, I was picking up paper. I saw some students not paying attention to protecting the hygiene of the classroom, so I secretly picked up the paper they threw on the ground. In this way, our classroom can be kept clean. , Clean. Only then will the red flag of sanitation flow be hung in our class forever! "I'm sorry, I blamed you just now. Let's pick it up together!" After that, I also bent down and picked up the paper with Xiao Min.
Soon, Xiao Min’s secret spread throughout the class. After class, everyone looked under the table and asked, “What are you doing?” Pick up paper! 3. That thing that happened in our class (a third-grade essay of about 300 words)
That thing that happened in our class
Popularity is ever-changing, endless, and strange, but you know What is popular? What's trending right now? What will be popular in the future? Actually, I don’t know much about it. I only know that fashion is something that everyone likes, uses, and does.
"Playing chess" is becoming popular in my class. After every get out of class, people gather in groups to play chess together. Playing chess is not only fun, but also allows us to practice thinking. Facing various situations is like facing different challenges.
Today, when we were playing chess, the principal happened to pass by and started playing with us. We all brainstormed against the principal. Although we lost in the end, we were still very happy and did not feel depressed at all. I believe that as long as I continue to practice hard, I will definitely improve.
From the first to the fifth grade, it seems that the popular things are different. Every year, something different becomes popular, from running, dodgeball, Lele baseball, basketball to now playing chess. I also like to read books. If reading becomes popular among people in the future, I think it will be great too! 4. A 230-word composition for the third grade of primary school: The Mysterious Gift
The Mysterious Gift "Class is on, class is on! Come in, classmates!" Hearing the teacher's call, we immediately gave up our thoughts on playing and slipped away. Run into the classroom.
In order to introduce the question, the teacher asked us: "Students, what gifts did you receive during the winter vacation?" After hearing this, the students raised their hands one after another. Some said they got a lot of lucky money, some said they got toys... The teacher said to everyone again: "The new semester has begun, and the teacher also gives you a gift!" After that, he took out a box from the podium. : "Guess what's inside here?" After hearing this, the students immediately opened their eyes and observed the box carefully.
When I saw it, wasn’t this a box for MP3 players? I was about to raise my hand when the teacher added another sentence: "Don't look at this as an MP3 box. What's inside is not MP3!" At this time, the students' eyes widened even more, and we all talked about it. Guess, the teacher always laughs but doesn’t answer. Whether the guess is right or wrong, the teacher just won't say.
Hey! If only I had Farley! The teacher saw that we couldn't guess, so he said: "As long as you write down the process clearly and wonderfully, you will have the opportunity to come and take a look. However, you must write it well and have the support of many people before you can read it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Gechu, Zhu Ye and Ouyang Xing volunteered to come up and read the composition. After some comments, Zhu Ye finally got the chance to see the gift.
At this time, she was happy and nervous, and couldn't wait. I was disappointed again when the teacher said I couldn't tell others after reading "Bu Hu Gong Hong Kong Yao Fan Sung Song Committee Attack Lotus".
Because, I really want to know what gift the teacher wants to give me! The box was opened, and I kept looking up, wanting to take a peek. However, he failed in the end.
I saw Zhu Ye beaming with joy after reading it, and she was very surprised! We started talking again: What’s in it? After this time, the students all changed their minds. Some said it was a ruler and some said it was a pen. This mysterious gift aroused the curiosity of each of us, and the more we guessed, the more anxious we became. My hands were squeezed tightly, and my heart was beating wildly. I was so looking forward to it! So, the teacher asked six more students to read their essays, and finally Li Zehao and Feng Yue were selected.
Looking at their nervous and expectant looks, my mood also fluctuated with theirs. Before opening the box, the teacher asked them to weigh the box. Li Zehao guessed it was a box within a box, and Feng Yue guessed it was a calculator. The teacher slowly opened the box. At this time, I really wished I was standing on the podium! The box was opened. After looking at it, Li Zehao opened his mouth wide and his tongue stuck out. He was very surprised.
Feng Yue looked like this too. I think it should be a very precious thing! At this time, everyone started talking again.
Some students said it was a mobile phone, some said it was a pencil case, and some said it was a handheld computer. But the teacher never tells us the answer to the riddle, but I am so anxious. I really want to see the gift the teacher gives us! Finally, the teacher revealed the mystery. It turned out to be a mirror! But why does the teacher like mirrors? Does the teacher also like beauty? So, the teacher put the mirror in front of us, and we suddenly realized.
It turns out that the teacher likes us! Because it is us who are reflected in the mirror, and the teacher hopes that we can become useful talents and contribute to the motherland! Teacher, I want to say to you: "I will not let you down!". 5. The title of a third-grade essay about people
When I woke up in the morning, the sun was already high. It penetrated the mosquito net and hit my body again, making me feel hot.
Actually, I woke up from the sun. Last night, it was my father's turn to keep vigil.
My father likes to take me with him to the village's Shaiguping vigil. When my father got up in the morning, he saw that I was sleeping soundly and went back without calling me.
While I was still thinking about getting up, my father had already done the housework and came to collect things. When he saw that I was awake, he told me that this morning, Teacher Tang went to Shiqi Town early in the morning and passed by Shaiguping. He talked to him for a long time.
My father also deliberately mentioned that Teacher Tang came to tell him about my affairs in school on purpose. I really want to know what Teacher Tang would say about me.
While collecting the bills, my father told me: Teacher Tang told me today that your academic performance is quite good, but you are a little too honest. My father was afraid that I wouldn’t understand, so he explained to me: Teacher Tang said that you were too honest and were always bullied by your classmates at school.
Teacher Tang’s evaluation did not surprise or embarrass me. I still have this bit of self-awareness.
Just being told this by Teacher Tang made me feel as if I had been understood by the teacher, and my situation became clearer in my heart. Being bullied by classmates doesn't make me feel aggrieved.
My father put away the things on the bed, and we carried the small wooden bed back from Shaiguping to have breakfast.
Teacher Tang was our class teacher when I was in the third grade of elementary school.
Private teachers in schools are often transferred, or after teaching for a period of time, they no longer want to be teachers. Changing the head teacher is a common occurrence in Juntian Primary School.
In some grades, the class teacher was changed before the semester was completed. This is how the fourth grade head teacher went.
In Juntianjia Elementary School, I graduated from the fourth grade, and then went to the senior elementary school in Dabaizhufu Village to study in the fifth grade (Dabaizhufu Village was originally a junior middle school, but later all the junior high school students moved I went to a rural middle school and then changed it to a senior elementary school). Those who fail the exam will have no more books to study.
Principal Yin is going to take over the fourth grade graduating class and arrange for the newly invited teacher Tang to be our class teacher. My primary school teacher, I remember principal Yin, Teacher Tang, a teacher invited from Hongjing Village and a female teacher from whom I don’t know where she came from. I can’t even remember their names.
In addition to Principal Yin who has been my class teacher for two years, Teacher Tang has been teaching for a longer time and has been teaching for more than a year. Other teachers only teach for one semester, or they are replaced before they finish teaching for one semester.
During the semester of fourth grade, when the exams were about to begin, the female teacher suddenly stopped teaching us for some unknown reason. In the end, Principal Yin took part-time classes to help us review and take the promotion exam for the township central primary school (to When I graduated from fourth grade, if I had good grades, I could go to the central primary school in the township to study). Later I also learned that Teacher Tang and my father were relatively close friends.
In the 1950s and 1960s, the two of them went to high school together in Hongjing Village for two years, and they still had some friendships with each other. They are all considered literate people in the village.
Since Teacher Tang taught our class, music that had never been taught before began to be included in our curriculum. There is a music class every week.
Teacher Tang would teach some songs that were very popular at the time, such as "The Ring of Spring Water" and "The Waves of Honghu Lake". During music class, Teacher Tang first wrote the lyrics on the blackboard.
He didn’t teach me the music score, he just led us to sing the lyrics. Usually when the teacher asks us to memorize textbooks, we can't even recite them even if we shout at the top of our lungs. But these lyrics can be memorized over and over again, and we will never forget them.
Later I also thought about whether I could memorize the text by memorizing the lyrics. This is a very new trout thing.
When school is over, students from other classes will rush over and crowd at the door to watch. The more naughty students also found bricks and put them under the window, put their heads in the window, and lay on the windowsill to watch.
I memorized the lyrics, and then sang along with Teacher Tang, starting to sing in my throat. After singing it twice, I unconsciously became louder, shouting, and forcing my throat to sing, as if reading. They sang the same songs as the textbooks, and there were a few female students who sang well, but they were drowned in the noisy singing. Teacher Tang also seemed to be getting more and more energetic. He forgot about the end of get out of class and led a large group of students from all grades to sing together.
It may be that Teacher Tang and my father were taught music in the elementary school where they attended elementary school. Even my father could also play with some musical instruments, such as the erhu and the flute. Whenever I have free time, I will take it out and blow it.
Teacher Tang is like the singer in our school. Many students are waiting to follow our class's music class. It is said that there is one session every week, but in fact, most of the time, there is not even one session a month.
Before this, there were no music classes at all. We didn’t know what the small music textbook was distributed every semester and we didn’t know what it was for. Fortunately, since Teacher Tang came, we all know that there is such a lesson as singing.
During the four years I attended Juntianjia Primary School, when selecting class cadres every semester, the position of study committee member was mine. But I have never understood what role the study committee can play.
If you are a class monitor, you can also shout "stand up" when class is over, and then the teacher and classmates will have a good chat. Chinese textbooks for primary school students must be memorized after each lesson.
During the self-study class, the students shouted at the top of their lungs to read. When you can recite it, go to the teacher and recite it in front of the teacher.
After memorizing, the teacher used a red pen to type a big word "memorize" on the title of the text. If you memorize it wrong, you have to go back and continue reading.
Once, when I went to Teacher Tang to memorize the text, Teacher Tang, whether intentionally or unintentionally, typed the red words on the text that had not been taught yet. I am the study committee member. Does Teacher Tang want me to set an example and memorize the text before my classmates?
I didn’t even think about the teacher’s intention, so I had to bite the bullet and memorize it in advance. By the time Teacher Tang taught this lesson, I could already recite it.
In the end, Teacher Tang only said that my parents were strict with me and taught me well at home. After class, Teacher Tang called me into his small room and told me: It’s not enough for you to recite it yourself. You are a study committee member and you have to help all the classmates in the class to recite it.
Since then, I, the study committee member, have started to have a new thing to do. Just among the classmates. 6. A classmate in our class wrote a 300-word composition for the third grade generously.
There is a kind of warmth that can melt the snow, a kind of power that can make people open their hearts, and a kind of emotion that people will never forget-- like. It's all around me and warms my heart.
In that afternoon, when the bright and warm sunshine danced across my desk, my classmates were doing exercises. Suddenly, I made a mistake in writing a word, so I turned around and took the correction tape from my schoolbag. At the same time, I was secretly grateful for putting the correction tape into my schoolbag last night. The moment I turned around, I was stunned for a moment when I saw the two classmates behind me, and then acted quickly: one opened the pencil case, the other opened the schoolbag, and a few seconds later, two hands stretched out in front of me, two different ones. The correction tape lay safely in their hands. This time it was my turn to freeze. Only then did they see the correction tape in my hand and said with a smile: "I thought you didn't bring it!" I was very careless and always forgot to fix the correction tape when packing my schoolbag, so they thought I forgot to bring it again. . I turned around in a daze, and my unknowing deskmate said to me: "Just tell me next time you forget to bring it!" He shook the correction tape in his hand. Suddenly I felt like sand fell into my eyes again. Three different correction belts, three different but equally stretched out hands to me, three different but equally related to my fiery heart. They have been trying to tolerate my carelessness and willfulness, just waiting silently on the side, and stretching out warm hands to me when I was in trouble... I raised my head and didn't let the tears flow down, because I knew that I couldn't put anything stained on my face. The face with tears shows to the people who care and love me so much. I drew an arc at the corner of my mouth and gave them the most beautiful smile, "Thank you!"
For such a long time, I have been surrounded by all kinds of love, and I have become numb. It was not until that day that I woke up, I would like to sincerely thank all those who love me, and at the same time, I will repay them. Love is around you. 7. An essay describing people in the third grade of elementary school (about 300 words)
Humorous math teacher
My math teacher wears a pair of glasses, and the gaze through the glasses is very funny severe. When I first met him, I thought that this semester was going to be a disaster, and I would be spared the pain of being exposed to such a fierce teacher. When I first took math class, I was very nervous, fearing that if I made a mistake, I might end up eating "fried pork with bamboo shoots".
But after a few days, I found that although Teacher Wu was strict, his class was very relaxing. When you hear Teacher Wu talking about application problems, he uses the analogy between the Red Army and the enemy. The Red Army first understands the enemy's terrain and finds a breakthrough, then it can take down the enemy in one fell swoop. After the teacher said this, the students became more energetic and solved the problems easily. Here! Teacher Wu was more humorous when talking about the characters. He said that Zhou Jiao was the emperor and controlled the entire country, while Ping Jiao had less power and only controlled half of the country. After such a class, the students are still not satisfied and are still immersed in the story mathematics class!
During the self-study class, some students looked around and saw the teacher busy pretending to do homework. Teacher Wu said to them funny: "Hey! You guys, do you want to be spies? Do you want to spy on the teacher? Do you think spies are so easy to be!" Those students blushed and lowered their heads, maybe they were still there I thought: "The teacher is really sharp-eyed. I'd better make less mistakes next time."
Mother's love
Mother's love is like beautiful pearls. Today, I will take two of them. Beautiful pearls for you.
I remember one time, I was doing homework at home. Because it was winter, I was shivering from the cold. My mother came home after a tiring day and saw that I was shivering from the cold, so she took off her coat and put it on me. My body was watching me from the side. Although my body was very warm, my mother was shivering with cold. She was cold until I finished writing.
Another time, I had a high fever. When my mother found out, she hugged me tightly and went straight to the hospital. The doctor was not at work at that time. My mother waited for a long time before the doctor came. When she saw it, she hugged me. I ran quickly and said, "Doctor, doctor, my daughter has a fever." The doctor quickly carried me to the doctor's room for examination. After the examination, he sent me to my mother's hands and said, "Your daughter is fine, I just want Prescribe a few doses of medicine to ensure that the disease is cured." Mom said happily: "That's great." Mom took the medicine and went home.
Repay our mothers! Let’s repay the starting point of our lives!
Hello!
If my answer is helpful to you, please adopt it in time!
If you don’t understand something, you can continue to ask! 8. Third grade composition Our class will have a better tomorrow
Life is a cup of colorless wine, whether it is bitter or sweet, you have to drink it; life is a nameless river, whether it is deep or shallow, you have to cross it. Only by believing that tomorrow will be better can we drink the wine of life and survive the long river of life. Believing that tomorrow will be better, he chose the continuation of life, and we are fortunate enough to read the historical masterpiece "Historical Records". Sima Qian in In the cold prison, a psychological struggle was going on - whether to live happily or die sadly. Sima Qian thought about his father's unfinished business and the great mission he shouldered. He believed that tomorrow would be better. So I chose to live, thus leaving people with the immortal "Historical Records". When people are wandering between life and death, they believe that tomorrow will be better, and maybe people will have some insights. "Leave the green hills behind." ", don't be afraid of running out of firewood." Don't give up life easily in the face of failure and suffering, because a better life is within reach, as long as you believe in its existence. The reason why seashells are cute is because they have been washed by the waves; the reason why pine trees are tall and straight, It is because we have been baptized by wind and rain; the reason why life is beautiful is because we believe that tomorrow will be better. Because we believe that tomorrow will be better, we will have Shi Tiesheng's tenacity; because we believe that tomorrow will be better, we will have Helen. Keller's physical disability and strong will; because he believes that tomorrow will be better, there will be Paul Korchagin's hard struggle... When darkness begins to rampage and failure covers the earth, the sentence "I believe tomorrow will be better" will become A ray of light in the darkness, a glimmer of success in the midst of failure. 9. A composition about people in the third grade of elementary school
My deskmate
She is tall and not eye-catching, but she has a heart like gold. . She is my deskmate-Li Yan.
On the second day of school this semester, the teacher asked me to sit at the same table with her. I didn't care at first. How could a yellow-haired girl compare to the manly man I am?
The next day, when school was over in the afternoon, I accidentally lost my Chinese book while playing on the playground. I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, because one-third of a semester is Chinese classes. Now I have lost my Chinese books, what should I do?
In morning reading class, I stood in front of the desk, staring blankly at the blackboard. At this time, my deskmate seemed to have discovered something. He extended a hand of friendship and asked with concern: "What's the matter?" Tell me? What a tough man, shame on you! Don't tell me? Feeling depressed again. Forget it! As a member of the brigade, she should report her thoughts: "Nothing, I lost my Chinese book!" "Nothing?" The other party looked surprised. Then she picked up the textbook and put it down again and again. Who knows what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd. She hesitated for a while and then handed the book to me: "Here's the book for you. Don't be careless in the future." What, give it to me? I couldn't believe my ears. The yellow-haired girl I always looked down on could actually say this. "What...what, give it to me, what...what should you do?" It took me a long time to stammer out a few words. "It doesn't matter, I have a way." "What should we do today?" "Then let's watch together." "So the two of us started reading seriously.
After the last class, I quietly stuffed the book into her schoolbag. However, when I got home, I opened the schoolbag, but the Chinese book was not there. Lying in the schoolbag, my eyes were moist.
The next morning, she was reading an old book. After class, I opened the old book and saw that the cover had been torn. The upper corners of the pages were turned inward, the spine was broken, and two pages were missing. After class, I exchanged them with her for new books, but she didn't agree.
At noon, I found her copying on the table. What? It's strange, there is no homework in the morning? She is doing something stupid. I walked over and she was copying two missing texts from the book and copied them on a piece of paper. The sound of writing came to my ears, and what appeared in front of me were neat and elegant lines. When she was tired, she shook her arms, and then she concentrated on copying. She decided to take it for copying, but she politely declined. After copying it, she took out the paste and glued it on the paper, and then sewed it up stitch by stitch.
"Ding ding ding..." After class, she picked up the old book and listened carefully. For a moment, my throat was blocked by the strong feelings in my heart. I was moved by the love of my classmates and burst into tears of happiness and pride. 10 . Essays on 3 Famous People in Our Class
Our class is full of talents, including extremely smart mathematicians and unfathomable free and easy people. Today, I will let you and my class be the first. Weird - Xu Yinglu Xu Yinglu can be said to have read a lot of poetry and books, but it cannot be said that he knows astronomy and geography, because he would rather die than read books he doesn't like. This shows that his character is quite good. It's like the rebelliousness of ancient literati. He doesn't do things he doesn't like reluctantly like us because of the expectations of our parents and teachers, but he immediately quits. During the Mathematical Olympiad selection, Xu Yinglu passed the selection exam and became a member of the Mathematical Olympiad training team, but he has always hated the Mathematical Olympiad.
So after school, he patted his *** and left, leaving us with a handsome figure, as if to declare to the world: I don't care about the Mathematical Olympiad class you are vying to get, you love to go If you don’t go, it has nothing to do with me! But the next day, contrary to everyone's expectations, Xu Yinglu walked into the Mathematical Training Team carrying a schoolbag. However - when he saw that the teacher was not in class and was "reading" the rules of the Mathematical Olympiad training class to us, he once again carried his schoolbag and patted *** back to the classroom, leaving us with our mouths open and staring. The "poor guys" who stared at the teacher with big eyes. well! However, according to people familiar with the situation: Talent Xu was severely beaten by his parents on the night he was "daring". There were still red finger prints on his face, so he walked into the Aoban School full of grievances. Alas, it’s hard to disobey your father’s orders!
The most interesting thing in my class - Chen Xuxiao
When talking about Chen Xu, alas, he is already in the sixth grade, and he is as tall as a little brother in the first or second grade. Some people even mistakenly I think he is a cute baby in kindergarten because he looks so cute, like a cute doll. Wow, I really said Cao Cao and Cao Cao are here. Look, our little Chen Xu has made his debut! He was carrying a large schoolbag that was disproportionate to him. One of the straps of the schoolbag slipped from his shoulder to his arm. He swayed and slowly walked towards us! Seeing this, you will definitely burst out laughing. Although he is small, he has a smart brain. His answers in class are very exciting and he is often praised by the teacher. His Mathematical Olympiad is top-notch! This is Xiao Chen Xu from our class.
The naive student in my class——Xu Yizhi
The Xu Yizhi in my class, alas, is really hopelessly naive. Some time ago, he liked to put the pen cap in his mouth, and he did not hesitate to make his mouth full of ink and the pen cap full of saliva. No, Xu Yizhi started his hilarious childish behavior again. You see, a foreign class teacher asked several male classmates to help move tables and chairs. Xu Yizhi was also selected, but he ran to the teacher without knowing the importance and asked: "Is there any candy?" This made Teacher Hu He glared hard at him and drove him back to the classroom. Xu Yizhi, you are in sixth grade. You think you are still a kindergarten kid and it is natural for you to do something for the teacher. You... This must have made Teacher Hu crazy. After teaching you for so many years, you can't just grow taller. Have a brain? Sigh...
Look, our class is like a big garden, with flowers in a variety of colors and colors, each with its own characteristics.
With a few more "alternatives" in the class, wouldn't our class be more interesting?