Composition has always been one of the most concerned objects for teachers and students. However, students have been troubled by "what to write" and "how to write". The following are five 800-word essays about the good times in Grade Three that I compiled for you, hoping to help you.

800 words 1 in the composition of "Good Time" in Grade Three, the time is fleeting, and only that beautiful memory is left. ...

Who could have predicted the arrival of friendship? You and I became best friends. I was really happy at that time! You can play after you finish your homework. People in your hometown never have the concept of reviewing. So, the rest of the days became: picking wild jujube on the mountain; Go to the river to catch fish, shrimp and snails; Secretly picking apricots and plums from seven aunts and eight aunts; Draw in a square with chalk; When adults wash clothes in the river, they splash water on each other ... people who play crazy every day have no time. Whenever they forget the time to eat, they are always scolded angrily by adults: "Look at you, crazy, you forgot to eat!" "

However, happy days always pass quickly, and two months slip away unconsciously in our daily play. When you heard the news that I was going back after all, you grabbed the corner of your clothes and said with tears, "All the people who should come are here."

The morning before I left, I got up early and it was cloudy. Grandma said it was raining, and I thought, "Will God feel very sad when I leave?" You always like to sleep late, so come and help clean up. "When are you leaving?" You ask me, and I pretend to be chic to hide my sadness: "I'm leaving tomorrow morning, so I don't have to bicker with you every day." Looking at your depressed appearance, I quickly comforted you: "I will still come back!" " It's just the winter vacation. No, it's too short. I'll come back next summer vacation. ""Your nerves are as big as a century-old tree. You must have forgotten me by then. " You sobbed and answered. Now I panic: "Don't cry, don't cry, there is no next day?" Let's record our beauty with the camera today, so that we won't forget each other next time. "As usual, we went hand in hand to the streams, mountains and orchards that we often go to ... and recorded our wonderful bits and pieces with the camera.

"I'll give it to you when I'm finished, to commemorate our wonderful time!" The sunset glow reflects your side face and makes your handsome little face shine charming. Suddenly, you scold me as you run: "What memorial service, the word used by the deceased, we call it memorial service, memorial service, do you remember?" Can't use words, use words blindly. "I look at your serious appearance," good good, to commemorate "we are in a field in the mountains, and the whole field is full of laughter because of excitement. ...

It was a wonderful time, with laughter and tears. What can we do? In this special way, we recorded the happiness of that period, and sincerely hope that we will always be so happy, forever. ...

Grade three good time composition 800 words 2

Time is too thin, fingers are too wide, between fingers, in a hurry. I am in a trance as fast as I can, but that wonderful time has become clearer and clearer under the brush of time. Perhaps this is the only way to realize that a good time is always too late to recover.

My grandparents have been my whole world since I was sensible. I stayed with them from toddler to sixth grade, which was the best time.

When I was a child, my grandparents were one day. After a heavy rain in early summer, the camphor trees on the roadside all have light yellow flowers, which fall on my hair and shoulders and are filled with faint fragrance. Grandpa held me under the tree and pointed to the tree and said, "Weiwei, this is camphor tree." These flowers smell good. Grandpa will take them off and make you a flower bag! " "I nodded happily and hugged grandpa's neck tightly. At that time, I only thought it was the only one. Grandpa taught me to pick leaves, roll them into a tube, flatten the middle, and blow a very special whistle at the transparent glass bottle mouth. Now, through the bright and transparent glass bottle bottom, you can clearly see the forgotten childhood memories.

Grandpa is neither a doctor nor a teacher. But he is keen on these and will buy some books on medical health care to study them carefully. Sometimes I have slight pain and discomfort. It's all because my grandfather went to the mountains to collect herbs or prescribed some remedies for me according to his own experience, but it doesn't matter. Grandpa writes well. On his desk, Four Treasures of the Study is always indispensable. Whenever grandpa cultivates his temperament, he takes out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and puts it squarely on the table. In less than a minute, Chinese characters with a brush full of ink and tension appeared on the white paper. And next to me, I can only be dumbfounded and quietly put myself in the drawer to imitate his handwriting, which is extremely shameful. Grandpa would put down the brush in his hand, walk behind me and teach me the skills of writing. His mouth was still chanting: "Granddaughter, your grandfather and I are swinging in the wind, why don't you listen at all!" Grandpa touched my head and said. Grandpa's article is also well written, which is not inferior to the ancient great poets in my eyes.

Grandma is the representative of a gentle woman. Before dawn in the morning, grandma would sit in front of the mirror and comb her hair, put on a neat and simple shirt, and then wait for me to wake up from sleep and quietly tie my ponytail. Although grandma is not as eloquent as grandpa, she can also learn a lot from me. Don't pour out the rice washing water. You can also heat the dishes, which is also very clean. In the midsummer afternoon, grandma will sit behind the curtain cloth and wear a pair of reading glasses to repair the small hole in grandpa's clothes. At this time, I will also appear in grandma's arms, clamoring to learn needlework and doing experiments on grandpa's clothes, but I am self-defeating, cutting the thread with scissors and cutting a bigger hole. Grandma smiled, and I snuggled up in her arms and smiled. Grandma does the same thing year after year, never getting tired of it, and gets more extraordinary happiness from ordinary people-guarding and accompanying grandpa.

Every time I see the pale green curtains, I think of my grandmother teaching me to do needlework, and my grandfather's expression of writing brush characters-concentration, no tension.

Of course, childhood memories are not limited to these. Those good times will be buried in a small box deep in my heart, but now they can only be in sweet dreams, in the meditation of reading late at night, when I am depressed. If I had a time machine, I would definitely go back to my childhood. I missed you very much in my childhood!

Grade three good time composition 800 words 3

Good days are always short, and the best days are always in my heart.

Childhood is always so beautiful, so naive, so dazzling. Time keeps going and the hands keep turning. Unconsciously, I was in the third grade, and I always cried, laughed and laughed when I recalled my childhood.

The summer of my childhood was the craziest time in my memory. My childhood summer was always spent in the countryside between villages. It was so beautiful, so short and precious. In the summer when I was a child, I liked to be as crazy as a boy, catching frogs and shrimps in the fields and always riding a bike with a group of boys. I still remember one time when I just learned to ride a bike, I rode crazy and ran into the village wall too fast when I went downhill. I really wanted to cry at that time. And in early summer, I will go to the river to catch small fish with the children in the same village. Once I fell into the river because my foot slipped, so I quickly got up from the river. At that time, all the villagers were laughing at me. I was so angry that I thought I must not let my grandparents know that I fell into the river. So I spent the afternoon outside in the sun and didn't dare to go home until my clothes and hair were dry. I'm glad they didn't notice anything unusual. Midsummer is also the hottest time. At that time, we will go to the lake to look for turtles together. In our glue lake, there will be new little old turtles, that is, small turtles. If this happens, they will usually be caught. Those little turtles will bathe in the sunshine on the beach or on the big stones and enjoy a beautiful afternoon. Once I caught a little turtle and put it in my hand. Its back is colorful, but I didn't expect it when I teased it with my hands. Finally, we will plant it in the lotus pond. Boys like picking lotus seeds from pedicels, but I just like picking lotus leaves. Lotus leaf can not only be a scorching sun, but also hold water. I always like to wear them on my head. When the owner of the lotus pond finds us, we will run like crazy, although we are afraid of being caught, we feel very happy when we run like crazy. In the evening, I will sit under the big tree in the big village and watch the stars all over the sky, catch fireflies in the grass and listen to stories told by the old people in the village. ...

Childhood stories are numerous and miscellaneous, but they are full of happiness when recalled. The good times of childhood always pass by with time. If you give me another chance to go back in time, I would like to have another happy childhood.

Grade Three Good Time Composition 800 Words 4

People's lives are short and long. Looking back suddenly, I seem to have forgotten a lot in my memory, but the good times will not be forgotten.

Speaking of good times, is it the summer vacation in Ningbo?

On a trip in August, with brisk steps and heavy luggage, my mother and sister and I embarked on an unknown trip to Ningbo. There was no homework, so I stayed up all night on the train with my book in my arms. At eight o'clock the next morning, I rubbed my sleepy eyes and closed the book. I left the station.

My aunt's family picked us up in a new car BYD, and we enjoyed a delicious steamed stuffed bun with thin skin and big stuffing at Uncle Steamed Bun's breakfast shop. I found a hotel, turned on the air conditioner to the strong wind of 16℃, wrapped in a quilt and watched TV series all day. My aunt invited us not only for afternoon tea, but also for dinner. Near ten o'clock, we dragged our tired bodies to watch horror movies in bed, and we were still screaming. In order to create a depressing atmosphere, my cousin deliberately turned off all the lights and closed the curtains.

I came to the bookstore the next day and spent the whole day in the sea of books, not to mention how comfortable it was. In the evening, I bought tickets for Daren Village, and a group of more than ten people went in. The beautiful light show attracts us, and the camera is not enough. The shutter clicks and never stops. Spend extra money on clumsy clothes and walk into a room at MINUS 20 degrees Celsius. Look at the exquisite artistic ice sculpture, sit on the slide made of ice and have fun. After going out, roller coasters, pirate ships and bumper cars play one after another.

But the good times didn't last long, and soon a typhoon and heavy rain came, locking us in the house and sighing at the scenery. It's really unfortunate to leave! I had to stay at home and watch TV, play mobile phone and eat all kinds of delicious food. We tasted crab bean curd, foamed tea and stir-fried bullfrog. ...

Trains and buses stopped for a few days, and we also visited many things. We also had fun with some friends who forgot to be friends with the Yellow River under our noses. When the train and bus left, my mother insisted on dragging my sister and me back to my hometown, regardless of menstruation's' retention'. Fortunately, on the last day, we went to a huge amusement park where my aunt worked. We got some lazy fans and Pikachu puppets through hackers.

In the afternoon, my uncle bought a big bag of KFC and sent us on the train. Under the impact of typhoon and rainstorm, we are like Cao Cao going down to the south of the Yangtze River-with a lot of luck and a mountain of defeat, we returned to our hometown in Fuyang.

The trip to Ningbo ended with a bang in the typhoon and rainstorm, and this wonderful time was also put into memories and photo albums. ...

Grade three good time composition 800 words 5

Riding the sail named memory, the waves of good times are flowing away. ...

Early spring that year. In early spring, spring grass warblers fly, flowers bloom, the sun shines on the earth, and everything is always so beautiful. Every morning, the "biological clock" always plays a pleasant and wonderful "morning solo" on time. But in my ears, these are quite a bit scary. I stretched lazily. Muttered: "You have to get up so early ..." Mother's voice came from the kitchen: "Get up quickly, you promised grandpa to go to the wheat field today."

I followed my grandfather into the wheat field in a simple sportswear. When I got there, I ran in like a gallop, and a breeze brushed my ear, as if welcoming me as a "little master". The ears of wheat shook their heads with the wind, as if to tell me ... the early spring is a beautiful and nostalgic time.

It was midsummer. In midsummer, the sun is like fire, and the scorching sun is burning, bidding farewell to Rugao, where the sun is like fire. My parents and I came to the refreshing and pleasant Hangzhou. Sitting in the car, fiddling with my father's sunglasses, I am quite disdainful of these places of interest. Finally, under my mother's eyes, I slowly raised my head, looked bored at the passing trees and unconsciously opened my mouth wide. "Qiantang River is just ahead. I have to keep a diary when I go back. " "wow! How beautiful! " I was both shocked and admired. The Qiantang River, which has just had a light rain, seems more mysterious, charming and misty. Qiantang River is like a graceful woman with a mysterious veil. Looking back and smiling, you are really beautiful. What a beautiful word this is, it can't be used to describe her mystery, her charm … that summer was a wonderful time.

Late autumn that year. Late autumn seems to be a bleak season, and all the sorrows seem to be separated in autumn. Six years of life have passed in a hurry, so it's time to say goodbye. On this day, the atmosphere in the class was very depressing, and everyone seemed reluctant to mention the word "parting" and silently did their own thing. I don't know who sighed, and the monitor also sighed and said, "Don't be silent, be happy!" " ! We want to graduate happily! "Although he pretended to speak easily, no one could recognize that his voice was a little sour. I have mixed feelings in my heart: I will never see Mr. Qian again after graduation, and I will never see my friends again. Suddenly regret growing up ... but in any case, the late autumn of that year was still a wonderful time.

It was very cold that winter. In winter, the cold wind blows hard. My hands are cold. In order to keep warm, I rubbed my hands desperately, and my red hands stood out in the sun. Mother took the gloves and said softly, "Take them." Big hands holding small hands, warm ... that winter was a wonderful time.

I found my good time by washing the sail called memory. Looking back suddenly, I understand.