Third-grade composition article 1 "firecrackers are one year old, and the spring breeze send warm enters Tu Su." The new year comes as scheduled. Adults are still busy, but my mood is unexpectedly calm.
Nianwei, what is Nianwei? I remember an article saying, "The smell of New Year is the joyful atmosphere of family reunion; It is the cup of wine that the younger generation respects the elder, sitting around the table; It is the fragrance of fireworks shining outside the house and floating into the nose; That's jiaozi from her mother's New Year's Eve dinner. Visiting the temple fair to watch dragon dancing and eating honeydew melon seems to be a kind of enjoyment. It's the kind of friendly feeling of saying Happy New Year when we meet, whether we know each other or not. That is, every household sticks festive couplets to welcome the new year and celebrate a new beginning; This is the atmosphere of red lanterns and blessing words hanging on the streets ... this is called the taste of the year. "Now, the word' Nianwei' is fading away in my mind, and the taste of Chinese New Year is getting farther and farther away from me. Sitting in the living room, although the family sat together, they all hung their heads and played with their mobile phones, and no one watched the programs on TV. Everyone said that this year was really boring. Why?
Chinese New Year is a kind of culture and the element with the richest cultural connotation. Where is the real taste of the year? Maybe it's in our memory.
I remember that every time I went back to my hometown, I would drag my father to the fireworks shop on the street and buy back all kinds of fireworks. On New Year's Eve, I called my brother and sister and went downstairs to set off fireworks. The laughter at that time still lingered in my heart.
On the first day of New Year's Day, I was awakened early by firecrackers outside the door. I carefully put on new clothes full of expectations, combed my delicate hairstyle, greeted my relatives all the way, and hurried to pay New Year greetings, and finally got the long-awaited red envelope.
Now the symbols symbolizing "Year" in memory are gradually lost. Brothers and sisters are all carrying computers and mobile phones; On New Year's Day, I will never be awakened by firecrackers, never expect my new clothes, never expect strangers from my neighbors, never expect New Year greetings all the way, never expect bright red envelopes, and never feel the strong flavor of the year. ...
Once upon a time, horses and chariots were slow and had a long journey. You can only love one person in your life. This kind of life has been replaced by the rapid development of the internet, and our generation, when we are sensible and know how to cherish, has been separated from the human touch between people by the internet.
After driving back to my hometown for several hours, I can't feel the taste of the past. The death of relatives around me makes this very uncomfortable. When can I have you again?
I'm afraid it will take a long time until that day.
I remember when I was a child, I liked the rain very much. What kind of feeling is that? I don't understand. Maybe because of you.
At that time, I always sat by the window, waiting for the rainy season. What do you want? I hope you can help me keep out the rain quietly again. That feeling is sour, and no one can stop that happiness. ...
Happy times are always so short. I understand that one day you will leave. I cherish and cherish every second with you. What about you? No, my tears contain all of you, do you understand? Am I too ignorant of you or am I too stupid? Stupid enough to tolerate your harm to me again and again!
My tears thought you had run out, and I don't want to tolerate that you have no reason to comfort. Clear your mind and finally choose to give up. It's not worth waiting for someone who hurts and cheats me. I told myself that the sky is the most beautiful after the rain, and that kind of beauty is my pursuit.
I am not stupid anymore. Rain represents a person's sadness. Maybe I should have put that personality behind me a long time ago. I will learn to change and forget … I don't want that nasty rain to fall on me, because I am afraid …
Perhaps the sky after rain is the most beautiful, so wait for the next meeting with an expectant heart …
Grandpa and grandma always quarrel.
Since my grandfather was ill, cooking has fallen on my grandmother's shoulders. Grandpa sometimes nags, "Why is the dish fried so lightly?"? How can people eat? " Sometimes I yell at my grandmother, "I haven't cooked braised fish for a long time, and I've been steaming it." I'm tired of eating. " At this time, my grandmother will say without weakness: "Old people should eat lightly. I don't need to say this. Don't you know? " Old greedy cat! Annoyed me, went to drink northwest wind. "
Grandpa likes smoking. Both fingers are yellow. Whenever grandpa wants to smoke, grandma will shout: "smoke is your lifeblood." The house smells of smoke everywhere. Grandson doesn't come to see you because of the smell, and he will be smoked to death sooner or later! " But grandma has a high demand for grandpa's cigarettes. She wouldn't let him smoke inferior cigarettes, but also bought cigarettes for grandpa on time. She never lets grandpa give up smoking.
Grandma likes playing mahjong with her friends, and sometimes she forgets the time. For this reason, my grandfather bought her a watch and put it on her hand. Since then, grandma seldom comes home late. However, sometimes those grandparents pester them not to leave, and grandma loves to fight. When I go home at this time, grandpa often sends a thunder. Whenever this time, my grandmother says nothing. Grandma didn't say anything, but she felt very uncomfortable because she felt that grandpa didn't respect her. Although grandma knows that grandpa is worried about him, there are always some ways that grandpa can't accept. So grandma always said grandpa was strong.
Grandpa is not as old as before, so he can't move easily. He often wrestles when going upstairs. Grandma doesn't know how many tears she shed for this, but Grandpa is very strong. He always smiles and says to her, "People in old bones are hard, and the more they fall, the stronger they get!" But I haven't fallen once, and it will take several days to get back to normal. When I go out again in the future, my grandmother will always leave my grandfather's hand for a while and keep reminding me: "Be careful, be careful!" " "
Grandpa always said that quarreling with your grandmother is also a job-optimistic grandparents!
The old glass window was half open.
Sunlight dripped all over the floor like honey, as if every step was accompanied by a sticky aroma. I carefully pushed open the door of grandpa's study. He lay quietly on the old cane chair with a serene expression and an old thread-bound book on his leg, as if immersed in his own world. After a long time, he turned to look at me and smiled: "Little darling, pour it for grandpa." The evidence is also mild. I just answered, picked up the cup on the coffee table, pushed the door and went out.
In the living room, aunt is chatting with guests on the sofa, and the melon and fruit shells are scattered all over the floor. The smell of smoke from a room and a louder voice came to my face, but no one paid attention to my movement here, except my aunt's voice: "Ah, that old man is so strange that he keeps that shelf of books all day and doesn't talk." "You ask him if he is lonely, but who knows, persuade him to sell books and add something else, but he won't listen ..." There are two worlds outside the door, and when he walks into grandpa's study again, it seems that he has isolated the noise from the outside world, leaving only a humble room and a room full of poems.
I looked at the room again. It's small but simple. A cane chair, a coffee table and a book almost make up the whole room. The books on the shelf should be old and damaged, but they are all arranged neatly according to their size without exception. Kraft paper, coated paper and thread-bound paper ... are all so silent, accompanied by the light of this room.
Thinking of what my aunt said before, I couldn't help but blurt out: "Grandpa, aren't you lonely?" He seems a little surprised. Then he smiled and shook his head slowly. The setting sun obliquely sprinkled on the window lattice and flowed to the book in grandpa's hand, which was a bit more silent. I looked at grandpa's old face, but my heart gave birth to an unutterable new life.
In the living room, the guests have cleared away, and my aunt is lying on the sofa, bored watching the replayed TV series. The distorted voices of some actors on TV are echoing with the click of the clock on the wall. I looked up at the words on the wall of the study:
Concentrate on the eighth level, and then go to Wan Ren.
This is my grandfather's handwriting. At this moment, I was silent in the afterglow of the sunset, and I seemed to realize something.
Who is lonelier at this moment?
Many things are always like the aftermath of a ship, and then beauty is discovered. After reading Ding Cai's blog for an hour, I found that only this sentence is worth savoring.
The new year comes quietly on a quiet night. The text message was blocked for hours before zero. Even a short message returned to the mobile phone, still not sent. So I let it rot in the outbox. The next day, mobile phones received late blessings one after another. On New Year's Eve, Kelly and I went to East Lake Park. It was a beautiful day. The sun, like a real big-name star, waited for more than a week before it arrived late. Spring seems to have arrived and the leaves are no longer drooping. Blue waves rippled on the water. I found a fish a few steps away from the shore, so I quickly told Kelly to be quiet and take a closer look. Who knows that man specializes in sabotage and throws a guy into the water. He thought the fish would be scared away, but he didn't expect the fish to be carefree and continue to rise and fall a few inches underwater. I thought to myself, is it because the light is bent when it passes through the water, so the image I saw is so deviated? I lowered my head about 30 degrees and my head was about 50 centimeters above the water. I calculated that it seems to violate the correlation theorem. Come to the conclusion that it's the fish. I see that at this time, Kelly is looking for something ... (not a tooth). I knew that the boy must think the same way, so I went up and saw many withered branches in the bushes. Pick the strongest one. I stabbed the fish with a pole ... how did I expect that guy would still move, maybe he would die? Observe carefully that you are still breathing and cover with a living thing. In addition, I found several bigger fish. Basically, it's either white belly or backstroke. The best thing is that the fish I just stabbed can at least keep balance. It seems that water pollution is indeed a problem, and the relevant departments are clamoring for environmental protection every day. As a result, the environment is really getting better and better.
Seeing that there is no one above the lake, something seems to be missing. So I dragged him all the way to the yacht department. A group of guys crouched in a circle and hit the tractor. I thought, I'm depressed, so I don't have to dedicate myself on New Year's Eve? The group turned around and saw us, greatly relieved. They are probably thinking, leaders certainly don't have time to check, which leader is not warm in bed on New Year's Eve.
After a heated discussion, we decided to play steamboat. It's gasoline, not balloon gas. The former implies that horsepower is as strong as pollution, while the latter implies that everyone is unwilling to pay for environmental protection and environmental protection. The speed of the ship disappointed us. Seeing that the waves around the ship receded faster than the ship, we wondered if the ship was pushed by the waves instead of breaking them. However, it is true that chemical energy is stronger than water energy, and the ship is still sailing steadily. If it weren't for the small space on board, Kelly and I would swim back to the shore in order to compete for the right to drive. Finally, I made a concession, comforted myself with a good driver, and quietly observed the East Lake attacked by spring.
There are many restrictions on the lake, except for fishing area, yacht area and model boat area, no ships are allowed to enter. So we drive the boat like an SUV. Through the buoy, directly into the model area. Only when I heard the roar of the shore higher than the waves, I had no choice but to sail away. Just when we were depressed, a prominent coastline appeared ahead. An old man stood quietly by the lake. Wang Kekui's driving skills are superb. He struck three, five and two, and went straight to the front of the ship, breaking the waves and hitting the shore. Suddenly, I felt that the speed of the ship was soaring. As the saying goes, people die. My consciousness immediately realized that the Titanic was coming, and then my hand began to turn the steering wheel held by Kelly. Unfortunately, it is too late.
Boom, I slowly opened my eyes as if nothing had happened. When the ship landed, the old man stepped back and looked down at us with his eyes. I can't help thinking that the speed of the ship is less than 10 km/h, maybe I run much faster than it. It didn't hurt at all, but we were hurt because the old man later threw out a national curse. We are angry and helpless. After all, people walk more bridges than we do, but I think it's the first time that he was hit by a pedestrian while walking the bridge.
After turning the boat around, I told Kelly that the old man must have been replaced by Cao Aman, giving the impression that "Kash's pupils are writing and watching the sea in the east", but I didn't expect those two naughty students to be so rude. Kelly went on chanting, "Look at the sea", "Suddenly there is a fishing boat", and a sentence "Hit me" popped out of his mouth. So these four sentences can describe the embarrassment of the old man.
East of cash, to see the sea. Suddenly, a fishing boat hit me.
Finally, I succeeded in usurping the throne on the grounds of his "superb" driving skills, and finally sat in the driver's seat. However, without venting some unhappiness, I drove to Jiuqu Bridge. I saw a clear sign of "motorboat" hanging on the bridge and a big red fork. Pupils can understand, but I'm not a pupil, so I rushed over. The ship sank at the bottom of the bridge with a bang. At this moment, the tractor drivers finally looked back at us and saw our "crime", but they still couldn't move and were caught red-handed. So I was unhappy, so I used manpower instead of chemical energy, propped up the pier with one foot, and the ship slowly moved forward again. Helpless, the gang continued to turn around and hit the tractor.
Later, I rented a pedal boat, but I didn't feel as happy as a steamboat. After landing, I felt very good except that we were all shivering with cold.
The East Lake, which has just arrived in spring, is particularly beautiful at this moment when a gust of wind swept it. Hair on end, another year.
The sixth article of the third grade composition "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls". Every April, I will read this poem silently and miss my grandfather.
I still remember last year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my father and I took an altar of good "tempting bread" (grandpa's favorite drink) and a newly built "arhat bamboo" to worship grandpa. When I went to grandpa's grave, I cried silently, knelt down while crying and recalled the past.
When I was seven years old, my grandfather was almost eighty years old. But he still taught me to ride a horse. Once, grandpa was teaching me to ride a horse, and we had a good time. Suddenly it began to rain heavily. Grandpa did not hesitate to put on his fur coat for me. At this time, God seems to have no intention of smiling. It rained harder and harder, but I didn't get wet at all. But my grandfather behind me is soaked to the skin. I saw that his kind eyes had faded. I touched grandpa's body with my hand and found that his body was cold. Suddenly, my happy mood was put out at once. When I got home, I saw my grandfather's tired appearance and I began to cry.
At that time, Grandpa's old bones seemed to be falling apart. He stayed at home for almost two months before he got a little better. Soon after, grandpa passed away.
Grandpa, although you are no longer alive, I believe you will have a good life in the underworld. Because you always have a kind heart.
"Looking up at the sky and not caring about others" is worthy of our lifelong pursuit. Qu Yuan threw himself into the river for the sake of Chu's innocence, Xiang Yu committed suicide for the sake of Jiangdong's elders, and Kong Ming beat Ma Su for the sake of the innocence of the soldiers killed ... Throughout the ages, no matter the princes or the common people, they have a clear conscience all their lives, but how can they be innocent?
A clear conscience requires a firm belief. Faith comes from the power of the mind. When we stick to our faith and protect the throb of our hearts, we will have amazing power. Just like a touching moment in life, Terry is a hot pop star in the 20th century, and his future will shine brilliantly. However, his son, Dazhu, is ill. The doctor says he is very ill and there is little hope, but Terry doesn't believe him. He believes that his son is the best and he can overcome the disease. With this belief, he stayed with his son day after day and accompanied him to overcome his illness. In the end, Telly's faith blossomed with his company. Sick boys enjoy the happiness of youth like normal students, and the power of faith is endless. It left flower of life behind. Terry is worthy of his son.
Persisting in having a clear conscience requires perseverance. First of all, in the face of setbacks, we must not lose our fighting spirit and perseverance, and we must persevere. Mr. Lu Xun once said: "The true warrior dares to face the bleak life and the dripping blood." A true warrior has indomitable spirit in the face of setbacks and does not give up easily. Throughout the ages, Sima Qian endured humiliation and perseverance, and completed the historian's masterpiece Historical Records. Lincoln's career was bumpy, but he persisted in becoming the president of the United States. Countless people study hard for fame, day after day. Only by persisting can we live up to our efforts and dreams. Sima Qian and Lincoln are worthy of themselves.
To ask for a clear conscience is to have a correct and responsible attitude. Making mistakes is not terrible. It's terrible to know that there is a mistake and not change it. Lian Po realized his mistake and took Vitex negundo to Lin Xiangru's mansion. Lin Xiangru tolerated Lian Po with a tolerant attitude. Since then, there have been Lin Xiangru and Lian Po. Other countries dare not invade rashly. Mistakes are not terrible. We should face them squarely and correct them. Lian Po is worthy of his conscience and king.
With a firm belief, a persistent spirit, an attitude of correcting mistakes, and the courage to take responsibility, you can pursue the footsteps of innocence and enjoy the pleasure of life without guilt.
Looking back suddenly, we have come a long way ...-inscription.
I will graduate in more than 50 days. I think I'm a little reluctant.
I always miss the past, hate change, and always miss the past. Finally, like a dead leaf, it falls one by one. All the good things have become pieces, pieced together in memories.
For now. When it comes, let it go. I admit I'm not motivated, I just don't like change.
For the future. This is an unpredictable space. I fantasize a lot. I want to go to many places with my family and laugh like a child.
For those sisters who are crazy together all day in junior high school. I don't want the relationship to fade because of my high school classmates. I am afraid that one day when I ask you out again, you will refuse: "High school students go out to play together today."
For yourself. I will treat myself well. I won't hurt myself for others. I have always believed in my optimistic and powerful heart.
We have our ideal life. We will be very happy. On graduation day. Will leave the most beautiful smile.
I want to say that the road to youth is really wonderful and helpless. What should I say, happy or sad, the end or the beginning? I only hope that the memories of three years will last forever, time is money, and we should strive to create brilliance, right?
Three years of junior high school life, with the passage of time, we all grew up together. After so much experience, our feelings have become so firm. We are naive in the first grade. I never know what love is, what distance is, and what reluctance is. Second grade. We, beginning to become ignorant, have young excitement. Will be greedy, naughty and talk back to the teacher. We are still the same in grade three. I'm just used to arrogance and never regard teachers as elders and leaders. I want to say, can we be mature and sensible in the future? I want to say, can we gradually understand the meaning of growth in the future? I want to say, can we have a bright future and live well in the future?
I still remember that classroom, thinking about the feeling of stepping into that classroom without warning. The scene at that time was vivid, and now I am about to end my life here and my whole hard and unforgettable junior high school life in a state of being at a loss! Time flies by without leaving a trace. Perhaps, I just didn't care, so I didn't realize it! What I finally realized was a faint smell of parting … sometimes I seemed to see my future, but sometimes I couldn't catch myself for a second, and time was still passing …
The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the sky is becoming more and more transparent. It's time to leave when it's so warm. Under this blue sky, Xia Qian, we say goodbye and then go our separate ways. What a cruel thing!
Not in the bleak autumn wind, nor in the snowy season, but in the vibrant summer, everything is so beautiful. Why are we graduating at this moment, singing sad songs? Why do you want to do such a sad thing in this warm season? Or when we walk out of the campus and turn to the dense green and blue sky, will we find the future road longer and more beautiful? Will we break up with a smile
In those years, we were still very busy. We get up early every day. After a simple wash, we rushed to school to make up the unfinished homework and recite the unfinished classical Chinese and words.
In those years, we were still in a mess, sleeping in Chinese class and making up math and physics in English class.
-in those years, we were still persistent and willing to pay all night for political history. -
In those years, we were ignorant and didn't know how to cherish time. We pile the textbooks high, sleep under the covers, and then make up our notes after class.
But now, all the light has dissipated at any time, and all I remember is the kindness of my lovely classmates. I don't know if we will go our separate ways after the last exam, and we haven't been in touch since. I don't want this ending. What I yearn for is that no matter how long it takes, we can meet in the street and give each other a big hug. But those are still far away. Now all we have to do is study hard. I don't know when and where we will meet next time after our separation, but I just want to say that I will never forget having your time, and every time I think about it, I will feel different. How I wish I could accompany each other through the spring, summer, autumn and winter at any time, but all good things must come to an end, and we will part after all.
In my heart. Will leave a shadow on everyone. Always together. Isn't it? That day. The sun will be high. That day. We will smile sweetly. That day. We will always remember it.
Three years later, I am in the future.
Corn is a very common crop among farmers, and it has many uses.
There are many colors and varieties of corn, including white, yellow, purple, black and variegated. Different colors have different natural uses. Usually we see white and yellow. White is usually used for food and yellow for money.
Although the color of corn is different, it tastes similar. Sweet waxy and white corn is a special edible variety.
Corn is a slender oval with a solid stick in the middle, which can be used for ignition after drying. This stick is full of small particles, that is, the seeds of corn, and only here is the edible part.
Corn can be used for cooking or barbecue. The corn made in this way is a good street snack, and there are also shops specializing in selling corn.
Corn can also be made into corn flour, and it can also be made into various pasta like flour.
There is some corn with rice and some soup, which is delicious. There are some cornflakes in the chicken soup, which are both delicious and sweet.
Corn is sown at different times and harvested at different times. Sow in spring, and you will have a good harvest in late summer and early autumn.
Breaking corn is a physical activity, but if you want to eat corn, you must eat it and work hard in the field under the scorching sun overhead.
Only through hard work can we get the fruits of labor. If you want to eat corn, you must work hard.
Corn is delicious on our table, and I like it.
There is a new house in our school this year, but it also means that another house has been forgotten, and that is our old canteen.
Our school has recently built another canteen, which is bigger and more beautiful than the original one, but we have forgotten the original canteen. Everyone walked by without even looking. When I passed by that day, I glanced at the open space in front of me, so I remembered the scene when we had dinner together: several people stood there, each with a bowl of rice, eating and playing, and several acquaintances came to rub rice from time to time, very happy, while we were waiting in line to buy rice, several people lined up to chat together. And when I saw this house again, it was just an abandoned old house. I really want to see what it looks like now, but unfortunately the children here will not open it again.
A few days later, a batch of new tables ordered by the school arrived, and the school had no place to put them, which reminded me of the old canteen. Its door opened again, so I went in to have a look. However, it's not what I thought. All the original things there have been moved away, leaving only empty houses. I remember the laughter before, but now, there is only an empty shell left.
Look at the new canteen again. Although people are still these people, I don't know why, but I don't have the impulse to speak and lose my vitality. Everyone just eats quietly inside, and they don't even say hello when they meet friends. People who eat there have never appeared in the canteen now. I asked them where they had gone, and they all said they had gone out for dinner. I thought to myself: Why not eat outside the school? Later, I learned that there are few windows for selling rice in the new canteen, and there are too many people waiting in line, so I often can't buy rice. I've had this situation before. I can buy steamed bread if I can't eat, but they don't eat it, saying it's bad for my health. Although there are many people in the canteen now, it is too quiet and I feel something is missing.
New canteens have mushroomed, but the old ones have been forgotten. It is said that human beings like the new and hate the old!