What is there for an anthology of essays and essays for third graders

Zhu Ziqing's prose collection, in the sixth grade, junior high school will talk about several articles, and they have to memorize.

Published: 2011-10-19 0:24:36

If the child does not go to school well in school, or is afraid of learning, avoids, or cannot meet the requirements of teachers or parents for various reasons, have these parents thought about it and why? Could it be that your own children are not smart? Could it be that the child is worse than other children?

Child, our education method is not right? Wrong idea?

Parents should try to open their children's hearts, understand their children's inner world, master scientific education methods, and understand the ways to guide their children.

Whether the child is an infant or a primary or secondary school student, the cultivation of interest in learning is the key, it depends on whether parents can guide their children to use their natural curiosity to stimulate their inner potential.

Therefore, parents must pay attention to guiding their children's interests and do not force them. Only when the child is interested, the child can devote himself wholeheartedly, and the child can master knowledge and gain energy in happiness. Only with scientific methods and scientific guidance can we achieve the ultimate goal.

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I hope that the future of the child will be proud of both parents for the rest of their lives.

Classic American Essay for 3rd GradeAs follows:

Classic American Essay 1:

Camellia returned from the mountain last night and picked a few bunches of cister, a few liters of hawthorn, and a few buds. I cast them in an iron kettle and hung them on the wall.

The bright red hawthorn and the tender yellow are lined with the strong blue camellia leaves, which is a flavor that cannot be described by the source of the clothes. The black iron kettle is more like the deep rock bone of the collapsed moss.

When I woke up from my deep sleep this morning, there was a fragrant unknown flower smell in the small room. Where did this come from? - It turned out that the camellia planted in the iron kettle actually bloomed with four white flowers! Ah, Qingqiu is alive in my pot!

Classic American Essay 2:

The joyful Songkran Festival, the phoenix flowers in Xishuangbanna bloomed, and the Dai people ushered in the annual Songkran Festival. On this day, people came to the street early with buckets and basins. Clear water has already been prepared on both sides of the street, some of which are dripped with perfume and some sprinkled with flower petals.

Start splashing water, everyone chases each other, you take a scoop and pour it into my collar, and I pour a basin on you. The elderly, the children, the girls, the young men, all of them were drenched, and everyone had a smile on their faces.

Clear water is a symbol of good luck, who splashes more water on the body, it means who gets more happiness, how can you not be happy! The ground was covered with fiery red phoenix petals, and the air resounded with joyful elephant foot drums. Everyone sang songs, danced, raced dragon boats, set off fireworks, and refused to leave until late at night.

At dusk, the sky is a sad orange. A blood-red flower on the other side is as bright as the sun, swaying quietly. It's a scene I've been looking forward to, poignant and peaceful.

When I was very young, I knew that there was a flower called the other side flower. But I didn't understand the grief and desolation, only that it was beautiful, growing softly and weakly on the side of the road, and there was a gorgeous meaning in the blood-like red.

Today, when I see these little flowers on campus, I can't help but think about it. Legend has it that the flowers on the other side grow on the gloomy and long Huangquan Road. The undead lined up to walk to Hades, and the flowers on the other side blooming along Huangquan Road can be said to be the most unique scenery on this road.

The flowers bloom poignantly, although they are elegant, but with a hint of Oriental resentment. The folds of the petals turn a thousand times, and the wisps seem to tell the lament of endless life and death.

And the cluster of flowers in front of me, the slender, zigzag red petals stretch from the heart of the flower to all sides, like a thousand red threads, pulling the hearts of the world and deceased relatives. It opens so gently, so exquisitely, so moving. Some people say that the "flowers and leaves of the other side of the flower will never meet", just like people's life and death.

Yes, it gave birth to such a slender and beautiful flower, but there are no green leaves lining the flowers, and I have regretted it - but it is this regret that shows its poignant beauty - there are no flowers when there are leaves, and there are no leaves when there are flowers, and it is always a lonely watch, even if it is born from the same root, even if it makes a vow of life and death, it will never escape the torture of fate, and it will never be seen again.

Just like the people on both sides of the shore, life is wrong, looking at each other by the water, but it is the eternal secret. I once fantasized that the previous life of the flower on the other side should be a pair of lovers who loved each other deeply, but due to natural disasters, yin and yang were separated. Although they were not allowed to see each other, they watched over happiness infatuatedly, and after a long time, they turned into a flower of resentment, growing on the same flower, but one was a flower and the other was a leaf, and the liver and intestines were broken, and they were grief-stricken.

No matter how hard they try to hold hands, they will never be able to feel each other's temperature.

You can Ling hug the past, take the road 69, the west road is 27 kilometers away, the left front meter turns into 678 Chuhe Han Street, and the numbers are connected together on w Xinchang Qiqing to arrive.

Here are two poems for 3rd grade recitation:

1, "This is also everything".

Not all trees are broken by the storm; Not all seeds cannot find the soil to take root;

Not all true feelings are lost in the desert of people's hearts, and not all dreams are willing to have their wings broken. No, not everything, it's like you say!

Not all flames only burn themselves and do not illuminate others; Not all stars only indicate the night and do not report the dawn;

Not all singing is passed by the ears and not left in the heart. No, not everything, it's like you say!

Not all appeals have gone unheard; Not all losses cannot be compensated; Not all abysses are perdition; Not all perdition is overlaid over the heads of the weak;

Not all minds can be trampled under their feet and rot in the mud; Not all consequences are tears and blood, and no joy is shown. All the present is pregnant with the future, and everything in the future grows from its yesterday. Hope, and fight for him, please put it all on your shoulders.

2. "Wildflowers on the Hillside".

Wildflowers bloom, flowers all over the mountains.

Like spring lips.

Towards the sky. A teenager sings a song.

Who can hear the muffled lyrics?

Wildflowers on the hillside, this small, broken color.

Like a fragment of time.

Flowing out of the cracks of spring, this heartbreaking beauty, even a little remote.

Wildflowers in the sun, wildflowers in the rain, on this high mountain, fend for themselves, without regrets.

Who saw the sight.

If he has nothing to comfort in his roaming.

If he is getting lighter and lighter in pain, who can not be ashamed in the face of the wildflowers on this hillside?

The wind is blowing. The wind is intertwined with the sound of sunlight. Who is not whipped by the whip of all things?

That which is gone will pass away forever, and I will continue to travel on the earth.

Who knows the secrets of wildflowers, and how can I not burst into tears when they are about to disappear? I don't know if it's okay.