In daily study, work, and life, everyone often sees composition. Composition writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking, and memory. So do you know how to write a good essay? The following is a kite composition for the third grade of junior high school that I carefully compiled. You are welcome to learn from it and refer to it. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. Kite composition for the third grade of junior high school 1

When I was a child, I always pestered my mother to buy me a kite because I had never flown one. Children are always curious about new things.

I can’t remember why I wanted a kite so much. I just remember that my mother bought it for me.

However, it was not a good season for kite flying. So the kite was abandoned in the storage room by me. I didn't realize it existed until I moved.

So, on the weekend after moving, I decided to fly a kite in Pingdi Park.

Unexpectedly, I saw someone else flying a kite, and it was an uncle who looked very skillful. When I wanted to ask for advice, he saw me holding the kite and greeted me with a smile.

I think kites are really a good tool for making friends. Having the same hobbies is also very important for friends.

He is a very cute person. Apart from this word, I can’t think of anything else. The glasses he wears have very thick lenses, but he himself is a bit fat, to be precise, he is strong. When I smile, I don’t feel that it’s hard to get along with me.

While flying the kite, he gave me a general introduction to the skills of flying a kite, but unfortunately I was caught by him as I seemed to understand something.

I think I was probably my uncle when he was a child, so he immediately understood my doubts. Under his guidance, I successfully flew the kite after several failures.

My kite is actually very childish. After all, it is what children like. It is a Doraemon pattern, but I still like it very much. As I was flying the kite, my uncle and I looked at each other and smiled. I wonder if my uncle earlier was as clumsy as me in flying kites.

I like kites because I also want to fly into the sky and see the world. Although I don't have that ability, my kite can. I like kites because it is easy to become friends with people who like kites, and we are not so lonely.

Maybe we are not that lonely. Just like the kite I found many years later, just like the person in front of me when I came here. Kite composition for the third grade of junior high school 2

When you see the kites flying in the sky, you will always only see the gorgeous style of the kites singing and dancing. , but can’t see the line behind it. It's a line! The thread is pulling and holding silently behind the back. Have you ever thought about: where would the kite fly if there were no strings?

The kite is weak and powerless. It cannot control itself, let alone its own destiny. All its life it just waits for the wind to wake it up. Therefore, strings are essential for kites. With the string, the kite can fly freely and show off its beauty. But this day...

The kite was in the sky, I saw the clouds, and wanted to play with her. The kite just wanted to get closer, but the cloud suddenly floated to the other side. The kite chased it hard, but it couldn't catch it.

After a lot of trouble.

The kite said unhappily: "It's all your fault! I couldn't play with Yun'er."

The thread was silent.

The kite became even more angry and said: "Go away, I don't need you anymore!"

The thread said softly: "But if I let you go, you will be in trouble "

"What's wrong!" Kite roared angrily.

The thread said again: "If I don't hold you, the strong wind will blow you down."

"You're talking nonsense! You're scaring me!" The kite's eyes widened with anger and he was still crazy. squirming.

……

After a fight, Xian reluctantly flew the kite.

The kite shouted and sang with the wind, flying high and low. Suddenly, the wind stopped and the kite fell into the creek...

In our lives, there is also such a pair, they are a teacher and a student.

When a student stands on the podium, everyone appreciates and praises the student. But do you know? This is the result of the teacher's hard work. Teachers, they are the strings that tie the kite. They don't ask for anything in return, they don't show off, they just pay silently and work hard, and the kite is always praised. But they still stick to this important position.

Without the string, there would be no beauty in the kite! Without teachers, there would be no glorious students! Kite composition for the third grade of junior high school 3

Missing you is like a kite with its string broken.

——Inscription

Friendship lasts forever.

When I read these words, I looked up at the faint sunshine outside the window, and thought in a daze: How many years has it been? Or two years? I looked away. Anyway, it will be a long time.

In my memory, the day I left, the sky drew a light red curtain, watching me leave gently and sadly. I pulled the suitcase, waved to her and said "goodbye", then, my vision became blurred, I looked up and saw a kite flying slowly in the light red sky that was about to darken.

In my memory, the moment I turned around, the sky darkened hard. I lifted my heavy feet and took a step, splashing dust all over the sky. The flow of people easily separated the two of us.

At that time, I was thinking: "When can we see each other again? Saying goodbye, is it really possible that we will never see each other again?" Sitting on the train, the light red in the western sky gradually disappeared. I didn't see her face in the noisy crowd. I still remember that she and I were on the busy road, and she asked me with a smile like a flower: "When will you come back?" I didn't know then, and I don't know now, so I said, "About a year."

How many years has it been? I don’t know clearly, it seems like I just arrived here not long ago, and my thoughts are pouring in like a tide, drowning me in an instant. The kite flying in the sky struggled hard and finally broke the thread that bound it.

I understand the saying "There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors as far apart as the world". I also understand the principle of "I wish you a long life, and thousands of miles away, you can reach the beauty of the moon". However, don't blame me, I just have no future, I just can't bear it, I just can't let it go.

I looked down at the words on the paper, which shone brightly on the pale paper and gave off a faint fragrance. Suddenly a child passed by the window and sang loudly

Missing and missing, just like a kite with its string broken... Kite composition for the third grade of junior high school 4

Mutually restricting and balancing each other. ——Inscription

Wind

I am the wind, holding the kite, but I hate that kite string.

The kite is my obedient child. It flies wherever I blow it. Without me, he is just a decoration, lying helplessly on the cold and hard ground, being trampled on and dilapidated.

With me, the kite can soar in the blue sky, overlook the earth, be showered with sunshine and rain, enjoy the unique scenery, and accept people's admiration and admiration from high above.

However, I just met my opponent - the kite string. I didn’t expect that even the high-altitude clouds could train me to be submissive, but I would be imprisoned by this seemingly weak and weak kite string.

I can no longer control the kite as I wish, and my territory has been greatly reduced.

Kite

I am a kite, held by the wind and pulled by the string.

I am an obedient child of the wind and the thread. If I fly, I will fly and if I return, I will return.

Without them, I would be nothing more than a decoration, lying powerlessly on the cold, hard ground, being trampled upon and dilapidated.

In fact, I neither bother to accept people's praises nor am I afraid of being knocked to the ground. Neither love nor hate. It doesn’t matter who is strong or weak.

I am just a ship without sails, drifting with the current on the sea of ????the sky.

Kite string

I am the kite string, pulling the kite and hating the wind.

The kite is my obedient child. Wherever I pull it, it goes back. Without me, he was just a decoration, lying powerlessly on the cold, hard ground, being trampled on and dilapidated. It is because of me that the kite can fly safely without getting stuck in the tree or being knocked to the ground.

However, I encountered the willful wind. I can even cut tree trunks, but I am at the mercy of this invisible and colorless wind.

I could only hold on to my position in that short period of tranquility.

Without the restraints, the wind blowing will become cold and hard; without power, the light pull of the string will make it unable to move; without the kite, the dispute between the string and the wind will be meaningless. . They are contradictory and complementary to each other. They are an inseparable combination. They love and kill each other like this, performing a unique and wonderful style in the sky. Kite composition for the third grade of junior high school 5

If anyone has ever flown a kite, he will know that if a kite wants to fly high, string is the key. When the kite is flying, it cannot leave the constraints of the string. Once the kite loses the constraints of the string, it will fall or disappear. Only by grasping the length of the line can the kite fly smoothly and steadily.

When we look at the kites of different sizes and colors in the sky, have we ever thought that each of us is not a kite? If a kite wants to fly high, it needs string control, and if we want to succeed, we cannot do without ideal support. Our ideals are like strings on a kite, pulling us and giving us the power to soar into the sky. An ideal is not only a guiding light, the brightest star in the night sky, but also a thread that leads us to the future. The longer the line is, the farther we go; the shorter the line is, the closer we go; without the constraints of the line, we will lose our way.

“The hen’s ideal is to peck in the yard. Although he has wings, he cannot fly; the eagle’s wings are to soar into the blue sky, so he has wings to fight against the wind and rain.” Ideals guide and guide us. The role of driving and regulating, having long-term and successful ideals, can create a happy life.

A kite in the sky broke free from the pull of the string, and seemed to want to find its own sky. However, the kite without the string was like a bird with broken wings, unable to fly. Isn't this just like some young people in today's society who have no ideals and no goals? They struggle in fantasy and illusion, living in confusion every day, wasting their time, fantasizing about a better future. But how do they know that "ideal" and "fantasy" are separated by a thousand miles.

Friends, we are just like kites. If we want to fly high, we should establish our own life ideals as soon as possible! Without ideals, we cannot achieve a better future; without ideals, our lives are doomed to be gloomy.

Friends, don’t let our ideals be obscured by those false shadows in front of us. Let our ideals fly and let our wonderful lives fly. Kite composition for the third grade of junior high school 6

In the spring of March, the flowers and birds are singing sweetly. On this bright afternoon with sunshine and warm spring breeze, we ushered in the third Kite Festival of our school!

The principal has just announced that the kite festival has officially started. I saw some lively and energetic people already gearing up in the team, and the eager boys rushed into the grass like flying. At that moment, colorful kites of different shapes slowly rose from all directions. The students were sweating profusely running in the sun. In the sky, "bats", "eagles", "airplanes"... all kinds of kites soared freely in the sky, and our campus became a sea of ??kites.

I couldn’t wait to take the kite out of the bag, skillfully threaded the thread through the hole, and tied a tight knot. Then, ignoring the dirt on my pants, I threw the kite up, shaking it, and running wildly. , because I was impatient, I put too much string, and the kite failed to obey the orders. Like a drunken man, it crashed and fell down again.

Alas, the first test flight failed!

I put down the kite and see how others fly it. Look at this one, you are out of breath running, and the kite is dragged hard on the ground. Inevitably, the students joke: Are you flying the kite or dragging the kite? Look at that one, you can't fly it and you are bragging: "Hey! You! Why haven't you put it up yet? Isn't it possible? ""How is it possible? The wind is too weak." The boy in blue clothes shouted happily: "Hey, come and see, I'm flying so high. Ah! "Is it his?" I pulled the string and saw that the kite belonged to Zhang Yiming. Then she saw that Zhao Bo's string had been used up and he was flying high and high; Tang Xingyu's was above Zhao Bo, and he only saw the kite but no one else. Ding Jie said: "Tang Xingyu flew into the clouds and mist with the kite." There was a big sound around him. Laugh...

Looking up at the sky: dragons swim freely, butterflies fly, eagles compete... Colorful kites dance in the sky, brightening the innocence of children. This may be the most unforgettable moment to leave your alma mater and bid farewell to your childhood. remember! Kite composition for the third grade of junior high school 7

Under the blue sky, a kite is flying, but what is pulling the kite is a thin string. The kite has long been tired of the kite string and thinks that the kite string restricts its own Freedom hindered its own flight, so the kite struggled to break free from the kite string. Finally, it got rid of the kite string. The kite was very happy, but when its figure slowly descended, it was afraid. It wanted to work hard to rise, but it couldn't I couldn't control myself, and it was already too late by then. The kite fell like a butterfly with broken wings... The broken kite string was crying silently on the side: "Kite, why are you doing this? It not only hurts myself, but also makes me become "Good for nothing"...

Many people feel sorry for the kite and the kite string, and some people feel that the kite's behavior is too stupid. It is shooting itself in the corner with a rock, but it is Few people notice that they are not just the kite, but the kite strings are just the rules and regulations around us.

In fact, in our hearts, like kites, we all think that the "threads" around us constrain us, and we all want to break away from those annoying "threads", but what if we really break free? What will happen? Will it be like that regretful kite? The answer is yes. Instead of letting yourself regret it, it is better to change your attitude and treat those restrictions with the correct ideas. It is precisely because there are so many restrictions that we have shaped who we are now. Perhaps, when you understand these, you will be grateful for the restrictions that restrict yourself.

We must understand these truths sooner or later, and we should understand: "Kite" cannot be separated from "kite string", and "kite string" cannot be separated from "kite". The two are interdependent and combined with each other. , while making the other person valuable and meaningful, it also makes oneself shine with the brilliance of life. The relationship between them is so wonderful.

Friends, please don’t misunderstand the relationship between the two. May we fly higher into the sky like kites that never get untied! Kite composition for the third grade of junior high school 8

In March, people like to fly kites in the fields. Seeing kites of different shapes being flown into the distant sky, don’t we feel a lot more relaxed? I sat in the field, looking at the kites in the sky, and fell into deep thought.

The kite is like an unruly eagle. It longs for freedom, but the tight kite string entangles it and it cannot fly to the blue sky that it longs for. It wanted to break free, its body constantly shaking in the wind. Until there was a "pop" sound, the kite string broke, and the kite twisted its body triumphantly, like a victorious general. Suddenly, the kite fell straight down, fell to an unknown place, and disappeared. It can no longer fly.

Stupid kite, it doesn’t know how it flies into the sky. There is no thread, it is just a piece of cloth, a piece of paper, and a bamboo frame. With the thread, it can soar in the air; without the thread, it will fall.

We are like kites, and knowledge is the string that helps us fly. Without knowledge, we are like kites with broken strings. Not to mention that it is soaring high in the sky and cannot even fly. Is such a kite still called a kite? The thread of knowledge binds us, but it is also the foundation that makes us extraordinary.

If one day we escape from its connection, we will be like a kite with a broken string, falling to the ground and never being found again.

Yes, how lucky we are to have this thread of knowledge! If we want to fly higher, we must work hard to increase our knowledge reserves. In this way, the line of knowledge will become longer and stronger, and we will fly higher and higher.

Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but smile. The kite and the string are one and inseparable.

I sat in the fields in March, looking at the kites in the sky, and smiled. Kite Grade 3 Composition 9

Who watches over me and becomes an eternal monument; Who condenses into a thousand-year-old tear for me; Who watches over the sea to the mulberry field for me; May the day turn into night for me; Who turned my black hair into white hair for me; who kept my youth into falling flowers. ——Inscription

I once longed for the majestic momentum of eagles striking the sky; I once longed for the freedom and romance of butterflies dancing among flowers; I once longed for the splendid beauty of pursuing rainbows in the sky. However, these are just flashy dreams and cannot come true. Just because I live in the blue sky supported by them. I am like a kite, wanting to fly farther and farther. However, the thread that controls my life is tightly held in their hands.

So, I must sail far away and try to break free from the shackles of the thread. To witness the farther sky, and for the dream that is not luxurious.

"Line", I have to leave, do you hear me? The wind pulls the waves, and the sound of the longing of all things comes. "Did you see it?" The flash of light pierced the night sky, stirring my restless mind. "Do you feel it?" The raindrops beat on the water waves, urging me to sail away as soon as possible. "Xian", don't blame me. I am like a sailor facing the wind and waves. I also pursue my dreams, try my best to get close to the sun, stretch out my arms, and jump out of your arms under the pull of the sun.

"Line", you set off huge waves, lapping at the coast, stretching your arms as hard as you can, trying to grab the corners of my clothes; you called me in a hoarse voice, sometimes gentle, sometimes impatient. Want to stop me from leaving. But "line", sorry. "Kite" longs for freedom and wants to witness the farther sky. "Line", I have been nestled in your arms for too long, and it is time to sail away. "Line", please send your blessings to your "kite" who is about to sail away. Although it does not know where the destination is on this journey, it will enjoy the scenery along the way.

"Xian", please don't worry about me. During those years in your arms, I have accumulated enough confidence to face the wind and rain. Please let me set sail. Mr. Lao She once said, "Losing a loving mother is like a flower in a vase. Although it has color and fragrance, it has lost its roots. The same is true for kites. No matter how brilliant they are, they will never forget the sacrifice of the "thread".

In the near future, the kite will surely embrace the glory of life after going through painful training, because mother is the thread and has been silently paying for it. Kite 3rd Grade Composition 10

Kite, no matter how much. A beautiful kite, no matter how high it flies, always has a rope pulling it behind.

Our family's system belongs to the "feudal system". My parents were former landowners, and I was. Just like the former slaves, they squeezed out the time to play.

"Beibei, go do your homework quickly", "Stop playing with your phone, what time is it?" "This is a sound that must be heard every day in our family. My father and mother think that I am extremely tight. The time I can play every day is like water in a sponge. I have to squeeze it out before it can come out. Finally one day , I have a brother who is getting married, and the two of them have to go and have to attend. They have no choice but to explain everything and set off. As for me, I am like a kite without strings, free from the constraints. With my thread, I could fly freely, regardless of height or distance. It all happened so suddenly that I was so excited that I forgot to finish my homework at night. At that time, I was late. The teacher asked me for homework, but I couldn't hand it over to the teacher.

When I came home from school in the evening, I was worried about the food, because I found that I had nothing to do. I can only make instant noodles.

Looking at the deserted room and listening to the sound of silence, I began to shed tears. I missed my father and mother’s scolding me, and I remembered the fierce tone of my mother when she asked me to do my homework. I finally began to miss that thread, the thread that I thought bound me.

I finally learned how to cook simple meals, and learned how to complete my homework without my mother urging me. And dad and mom are back too...

Only now do I understand that in fact, it is a binding thread. It is a thread that pulls you when you are proud and complacent. It is a thread that pulls you when you are disappointed and inferior. Give you a line of confidence. Just like a kite, it is precisely because of the "annoying" string that the kite always flies so high and so steadily.

The kite should thank the thread for its love.