Graduation composition of grade three

No matter in study, work or life, we often see the figure of composition. Composition is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. What is the composition you have seen? The following are eight graduation compositions I have carefully arranged for reference only, hoping to help you.

After all, 1, the third grade graduation composition still needs to be divided.

It suddenly occurred to me that we have reached the end of junior high school. There is a song of praise swaying outside the window. Looking back three years, there are so many precious things that I don't want to forget.

As if yesterday, we were still young teenagers and just walked into the ideal garden. That hot August, we practiced running exercises, sang military songs and counted rows of noodles. On the scorched earth scorched by the scorching sun, we sweated like rain ... this is our military training! This is the first gathering of all the students in Class C of Grade 20 15.

It seems yesterday that we just passed under the glazed tile roof of the Forbidden City. Remember the martyrs by the Lugou Bridge; Leave a grand declaration in Yuanmingyuan; They also sat on the bus and waved to their foreign friends outside the window. The seven days of dribs and drabs are still vivid, and they are still relished. Oh, and the Silk Road! Next to the cave in Xi 'an, we held a bonfire party together. On the shore of Qinghai Lake in Xining, we walked freely in the lake with a thin white salt bottom. By the crescent spring, we rode camels and left footprints in the desert. Even if you have to get up before dawn, even if you have to take the green leather train, even if you have altitude sickness, even if you have more hard work and fatigue, everything becomes laughter because of the company of teachers and classmates.

It seems that yesterday, we were still worried about the final martial arts exam, and it seems that yesterday, we shouted the slogan: "unite and struggle, surpass ourselves" on the playground; It seems that just yesterday, we walked into nature and society, climbed up Shibang Mountain and Kuocang Mountain, dealt with the drama and wrote down the ideal card. ...

How time flies!

In an instant, three years passed in an instant. The experience of these three years will be remembered by me, but only in my heart.

What I can't forget is my teachers. Teacher, we can't get enough from your earnest teachings and your good intentions! During the senior high school entrance examination, you inspired us with unique costumes, such as "opening the door", "winning the flag", "green light all the way" and "brilliant success". These unknown and meticulous blessings and care have helped me a lot and turned them into endless motivation. Day and night, you are busy. Over the past three years, you have always shared weal and woe with us and made progress together!

Three years of lush life is the best. Three years in the ideal garden is full, happy and growing. I learned a lot and gained a lot. As the third student of Oriental Ideal, our arrival filled the initial vacancy, and the ideal garden became more complete, which also witnessed the common growth of ourselves and the ideal garden.

Now, I graduated. I met her a long time ago, but it has been longer since we separated. All encounters are a rare fate, and our separation will eventually end in an inevitable way. All I can do is keep these in mind.

Farewell, ideal garden!

Goodbye to my classmates and teachers!

Three years ago, my mother took me from my hometown to this middle school in the county and started my three-year junior high school study life. Looking back on that day, I was too excited to sleep all night. Now, I have finished my junior high school life for three years. I graduated and will leave my alma mater soon.

Three years ago, we came to Hua Xian with hope, which is a school we yearn for and are proud of. We still clearly remember the excitement and joy when we first entered the campus. How pleasant it is to look at the branches full of green leaves and smell the flowers floating in the air. At that time, each of us had a goal, our own dream and our own ambition. That is to show your style. With this goal, we have been together for three years.

In the past three years, we have experienced a lot together and learned a lot. We get along with Hua Xian day and night. We study happily, live happily and grow happily here. Every grass and tree on campus is witnessing our efforts and struggles, and every corner of the classroom has left our footprints of growth. Now we are about to graduate from here and go to the next starting point. No matter where we go, we will never forget the precious friendship of our classmates, the earnest instruction of our teachers, and the successes and setbacks in these three years. In these three years, we are not only studying, but also tasting and understanding life. Do you still remember the teacher's earnest appearance in class and the students' eyes for knowledge? Do you remember that we sweated and struggled hard at the sports meeting? Do you still remember the innocent smiling faces on the podium when you were successful? Remember that the words of encouragement from the teacher warmed our lost hearts when we failed, and let us regain our confidence and continue to walk confidently and bravely? It is precisely because of the teacher's teaching and encouragement that we can go today and be proud of our class. Three years of immortal love in China and a lifetime of immortal love in China. The precious memories of the past three years have moved us, and we will always remember them.

However, three years flies like water. We met here three years ago, and today, three years later, we will be apart, but no amount of words can express our feelings at this moment. We can only say that everything is in silence. Maybe many years later, we will return to our alma mater as alumni, maybe we can take a group photo together, maybe we can talk about the past together, maybe we can laugh together, maybe ... but we can't predict the future, so let's wish every student a bright future today.

At this moment, our hearts are full of a kind of attachment, a kind of disappointment, and endless gratitude to the teacher. It is the sincere encouragement of the teacher, the silent support and selfless help behind the teacher. Let's ride the Wan Lifeng, break the waves and let Zhang Qiyun sail in the ocean of knowledge. Finally, let's say "thank you" to every hard-working teacher with a grateful heart. Let's use our own progress and excellent grades to repay the selfless dedication of teachers.

I graduated today. I took a cactus and ran to the head teacher's office. I gave it to my teacher and thanked her for her education and encouragement for three years. After saying goodbye to my dear classmates one by one, I embarked on my way home. Maybe I will never come back here, but I will always remember the days when I lived with my classmates and teachers.

Time flies, in a blink of an eye, I have become a graduate student. Similar but different days have been abstracted into a draft paper that is written densely forever. Now I am tired and happy.

Beginning of autumn has passed, and the sky is crisp, but the atmosphere of the graduating class is very dignified. The colorful chalk bubbles in the air, the formula that can't be wiped clean on the blackboard, the hurried figure with a book in hand in the cramped corridor, the nervous eyes staring at the watch while eating, the teacher's entrustment and expectation ... These special elements clearly tell every student in the class that graduation is just around the corner and charging is just around the corner.

Once a teenager didn't know the taste of sadness. I used to lie on the sofa and enjoy TV entertainment, play mobile phones in bed and play games in front of the computer. Nowadays, these lazy habits have long been hidden in the corner of memory. The heavy schoolbag, a lot of homework, frequent exams and strict exams constitute the whole of my life. Going out early and returning late has become a true portrayal of graduates. Under the desk lamp at night, a set of exercises for the senior high school entrance examination passed through the pen tip, and my brain quickly combed the knowledge that the teacher had said during the day. At midnight, I feel sleepy and uncomfortable. I really want to sleep. The red banner in front of the classroom "prepare for the senior high school entrance examination wholeheartedly and down-to-earth" is in front of my eyes from time to time. So, suddenly awake, spread out the test paper and continue to study. The bed in the room is close to my desk, but it is the farthest distance.

After a while, when I dragged my tired body to knock on the door, there was always a familiar smell, and my favorite dish came to the table. I wonder why my busy mother always cooks every meal on time. It was not until midnight that I occasionally found the figure of kitchen activities that I suddenly realized. When her father urged her to sleep, she whispered, "He must get the meal ready for tomorrow. He is so tired that everything should clear the way for his study ... "When I took up my job again, a warm current spread all over my body, which instantly relieved my fatigue and filled my heart with heartfelt happiness.

Graduation means breaking up. In the graduating class, I really realized the deepening of friendship between my classmates. On the way home from school, several students walked side by side, chatting about common topics; After physical education class, my mouth was thirsty, and my classmates always handed me a bottle of cool water. When my grades suddenly "fall behind" and I feel sad, there are always a few warm hands on my shoulders to accompany me on the campus road; When I bowed my head and walked out of the school gate, there was a beautiful mezzo-soprano behind me: "I flew over loneliness, confidence and strength, and embraced hope in the sunshine of love ..." I looked up, and the sky was still blue, so happiness was born.

Pure white years, we are in the prime of life, drawing a dream of success together in tension and happiness, and looking forward to the arrival of the senior high school entrance examination together. In this special season of life, I want to tell myself loudly: Take a good graduation road and enjoy the happiness of graduation life.

Time flies, and now I am a junior high school graduate. I am about to leave the school where I have lived for four years. My classmates, teachers and school are reluctant to part with everything, but this is a must in my life. I have to go to high school to experience a new life and leave junior high school.

In the past four years, we have changed from naive in grade six to sensible teenagers step by step. In these four years, I have gained friendship, knowledge and some special experiences.

In the past four years, my classmates and some friends from other classes have been very kind to me at school and brought me a lot of happiness. Although we lose our temper occasionally, we may eventually collapse. I really appreciate the company along the way. Thank you for bringing me so much. I shouldn't forget the time with you, and I won't forget you.

The teacher is what I want to thank most. In these four years, you have taught us knowledge without regrets. How many times have you been ill and are you still teaching us? In the first class, you concentrate on teaching us well. I will never forget you. I will often go back to visit you in the future.

Mr Yao, you are our head teacher. You not only taught us a lot of knowledge, but also taught us a lot of truth about being a man. What impressed us most was that you taught us how to teach ourselves, which changed my learning attitude and vaguely remembered the first time you told us the truth of "being cautious and independent". Up to now, I haven't forgotten. I really appreciate your company along the way. Let me know the importance of reading and learning attitude. I really appreciate my partner, teacher and Ying Zhong in the past four years. In the past four years, countless activities organized by the school for us have been deeply imprinted in my life.

Thank you for leaving the most beautiful scenery on my youth road.

On graduation day, let's go far away with our hearts!

When I got to graduation photo and saw lovely faces, I felt a solid feeling in my heart, because I was no longer afraid that they would fly away. They will appear in front of me when I need them, and I can enjoy watching them until I am tired. I gave myself a laugh, for the tears that flowed quietly before.

Three years, I am grateful for these three years, and I am grateful to these children who have given me the color of life. It was they who came into my life when I suffered setbacks and my emotional beliefs were at a low ebb. They awakened my natural sense of responsibility and mission, and revived me. They have become the axis of my life, the focus of my work and the core of my thoughts, and my life has regained great significance, not just being consumed. For three years, they have given me pressure and motivation. For three years, I'm used to getting along with them day and night, charging all my spare time, being strong in front of them, suffering behind them, and watching them get younger. It can be said that these children have created a brand-new self, strong and persistent, and enriched and improved day by day from the inside out.

Three years and eight classes have integrated my endless love and their endless love, which makes my life unable to be enriched. I have become a new member of the "workaholic". I don't think I live very well, but I can't live without them, because only in this way can I feel what I am doing.

Staring at this photo for an hour, two hours, three times and five times, I can't get enough of those childish faces. I remember talking happily with girls in the dark, standing at the door of boys' dormitory in the cold winter morning, scaring them to get up in a hurry, writing letters and writing many comments under the light, and returning to the stadium to fight with my classmates and win back the joy of victory. I remember rushing to the hospital, yelling at the office, holding Tan Qixing's hand, holding Yu Meng's arm, hitting Wu Jin's palm and getting angry with Zhu Jing. Remember to repair Su Jin's car, wipe away Jing Shu's tears and get rid of Qiao Yue's pimple; I was so angry with Yan Ping that I discussed the emotional turmoil with Qi Juan. Xu Dan has made the fastest progress and received the most criticism ... In the past three years, students have been punished, criticized, suspended, maybe wronged, but rarely praised. I have always been a model defender of various norms and disciplines in the school, but I don't remember how many stupid things I have done, how many children's nature have been strangled, and they have been tied to benches and desks to learn the thoughts and behaviors of adults. In the past three years, I have turned my deep feelings into various rigid forms and forced them to accept them ... but fortunately, now their faces, whether they are smiling or serious or solemn, are as pure and simple as ever. They are very considerate, and a warm current comes to mind.

The last time I saw Ginkgo biloba leaves falling, the leaves were falling, and they fell to the ground with one hope after another.

Once, I went to physical education class with my classmates and slowly went upstairs to the classroom. In the corridor, I looked out inadvertently. I see the ginkgo leaves on the opposite side are a little yellow. Some sadness appeared in my heart. The last fallen leaf came. This is our last fallen leaf. Leaves, falling one by one, fly gently, and finally fall to the ground, confirming the sentence "fallen leaves return to their roots." Maybe when we grow up, we will come to school again and see the first fallen leaves. Maybe we will go back to our roots.

Familiar with the classroom

Looking back around the classroom, this is really a place that I love and hate. First success, first failure, first sweetness, first sadness. It all happened in this familiar place. What happened this semester may be our last time in this place.

That day, I suddenly realized. Make up lessons, so what? That was the last time I was with my classmates in three years. Even if I make up lessons, it will be happy. In this classroom, I have achieved my goal again and again, refueling again and again. So, can our final goal be achieved? Maybe the last time, it will be realized in this halo-like classroom. At least we all hope so.

The kindness of the teacher

Once in a math class, listening, I thought of something. He turned to his deskmate and said, "In fact, the teacher is so poor." He turned around and looked at me puzzled. "Every time they have to be separated from their own students, they treat their students like their own children. How many times have they to be separated in this life?" He nodded. Looking down at the book thoughtfully. In that class, we were all silent. Looking at the teacher's back, it won't take long, maybe it will be our last lecture.

Class, still in class, belongs to their last time.

The first time in three years, the last time in three years. Although the third grade is bitter, as long as we have a cherished heart, we find it is not bitter. It is God's will to make our 59 students unforgettable all their lives. Let us deeply remember that in the past few months, we have helped and encouraged each other. Finally, I can only say that I am painful and happy.

When I came here three years ago, it was raining. There are deep and shallow puddles on the playground, and the class number and our names are written on the red paper on the wall of the East Stand. I know the little boy holding the second-class card on the wet runway in the distance, but I can't remember his name at the moment.

At the beginning of school, the seats are connected in pairs. At that time, the front desk became my later good friend, and the right front desk finally became the group leader of my third grade. My deskmate and I were in the same group for the first time, and we have been deskmates for more than a year.

There are many activities in grade one. Bit by bit, we are familiar with the people around us, familiar with the grass and trees on campus, and live a happy and fulfilling life every day. There was no vertical project book at that time.

After a heavy rain, the playground lawn was replaced, and the memory of running on the lawn to catch small flying insects ended in our class. Later, we recorded the clip "Hello, everyone, how nice" on the new lawn. I won't forget the poem that we quietly tested the back during the rehearsal, and I won't forget the dazzling headlights in the four corners of the playground and the drones lingering in the sky after nightfall.

On the third day, even the camera at the school gate couldn't recognize us who had faded from childishness. However, because I forgot the quiet time after school at noon, I was often locked in school. I wandered aimlessly in the tunnel outside the playground, slipped into the corner of the reading room where the magazines were placed, and saw what Natural History Jun had done. Then I squatted on the table with my classmates when I was doing eye exercises in the afternoon, completely giving up my resistance to sleepiness.

I thought the fifth floor of Gan Yuan was a dark cloud hanging over the campus, but then I found a little light here. After going to physical education class in winter and March, the radiator in the classroom will be waiting for me to warm my hands. In the political class, we watched the teacher stay up late in the dark, smirking at the edited current affairs video and simulating the opening ceremony. When I turned to get the textbook, I suddenly felt that I had learned so much.

At the end of the senior high school entrance examination, you have to volunteer online and confirm your signature. After I got my diploma, it suddenly rained, and everyone left in that rain.

Within two months, there will be new students coming to take the road we have traveled. They will go to new venues that we have never been to, attend classes, set foot on the runway covered with our footprints, and listen to us tell the legend of this writing. They will grow up like us. They will gradually collect three training cards, realize their new selves and create new miracles in three groups of changes, and finally look at the countdown card of the senior high school entrance examination and feel that time flies.

Three years ago, seniors and sisters shared their experiences at the class meeting. We excitedly accepted the task of building a group in the next class.

It's time to honor our promise, we all remember it.

There are still more than 80 days before the senior high school entrance examination. I watched the countdown to the senior high school entrance examination next to the blackboard. More than 80 days, so short, we will graduate.

When I think of us who just entered the school, we are all so active and childish. Now that we have grown up, we are all studying hard and preparing for the senior high school entrance examination. Three years, just for these hours of hard work!

Thinking of teachers, I thank them for their patience in educating us. I am most grateful to my class teacher. She not only teaches us to read and write, but also teaches us how to be a man. Being a man is seven points and doing things is three points, which is what she often talks about. I still remember when I was in the first grade, my teacher took us to an inspirational education activity to let us learn to be grateful. That time, I really grew up! At that time, I swore under the gaze of many people: I want to change! I want to thank my teachers, my parents, and always have a grateful heart. That time, I cried and cried very sadly. I will always thank my head teacher and my parents. I will never forget that my teacher spent all her time and energy teaching us.

Thinking of my classmates, I am very happy to be in the same class with them. Memories are the best, thinking that we have walked hand in hand in these three years. We cried together, we were angry together and we laughed together. After the senior high school entrance examination, we will all be separated, and we will see each other less and less. I want to think about the struggle and memory of these three years. I have never been less than you. I will never forget you, the sour and sweet things between us will never be forgotten.

More than 80 days later, we will usher in another turning point in our lives. Our names will appear in the yearbook, and our smiling faces will be engraved on the photos forever. Behind these are the bitterness and reluctance of our efforts. At that moment, we really want to graduate.