Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: I 1 Scenery in the morning, Scenery in the morning, Scenery at noon, Scenery at night, Scenery at midnight. Whenever there is scenery. The scenery is in any corner of the world. You don't have to climb, you have to feel, you don't have to look for it. As long as there are people, there will be scenery. have no use for
The scenery is changeable. Sometimes it is lifeless, and sometimes it is a vibrant image. When watching the scenery, it will make you laugh, make you cry secretly, and remind you of something that has been forgotten in your mind for a lifetime. Happiness, sadness, joy ... will always be deeply hidden in the scenery in your eyes, and only they can understand your mind. In front of the scenery, you can tell it everything you have. It is very willing to listen to your heart. The scenery is like a safe. What you tell it, it will never tell you. In front of it, you can share and talk with it ... it will tell you the answer you want.
Life needs the companionship of scenery everywhere. Look at the scenery when walking, when thinking about things, and when writing a composition.
At night, my favorite thing is to stare at the red sunset and look at the sky dyed red by it. Looking at the distance in a daze, looking at the people who hurried home, looking at this empty little home, I am the only one, and I feel a little sad.
Scenery can make people laugh or cry. ......
Composition of the sixth grade in primary school: I had a happy summer vacation. Ha, my summer vacation is like this:
The teacher came into the classroom with a smile and shouted at the students.
All the students in our class got full marks! No more homework in summer vacation! "
Mom and dad came into the room and said to me, "
This year, the piano teacher doesn't have to practice piano or take exams to make you happy this summer vacation! "
A good friend called and said, "
Elaine, let's go to school this Sunday! "
Then when I am at home, I sing ditties, read novels, practice calligraphy, watch TV, do housework and run and jump. Ah, this day is really comfortable, really comfortable!
I can eat ice cream, lose my temper, play with my parents and sisters, and forget my unhappiness. That's so cool!
I can leave my heavy schoolbag behind, stay away from the annoying piano, put on the clothes I want to wear most and design my own life. Then, quarrel with my father, hug with my mother and play games with my sister. Ah, what a comfortable life!
Actually, it's good to have a little quarrel once in a while. I quite like it. Because it won't make my mouth degenerate. I can enjoy listening to my father call me lawyer Liu, my mother scold me for not being modest, and my sister laughs a little gloating.
As for the weather, I hope it will be sunny, but it will not be hot enough to cook people; I hope there will be a few small winds, but it is not a typhoon; I hope the air is fresh and not turbid, really? I am sure I will!
This is the summer vacation I want, a beautiful summer vacation, a relaxing summer vacation.
Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: I 3 My name is Ding, and I am nine years old. I am neither tall nor short. His face is round, and his eyes narrowed when he smiled.
I have thick black hair, two eyebrows like curved crescent moons, and two black grapes are hidden in my big watery eyes. My ears hang down quite a lot, which makes me feel lucky. I can hear voices in the distance. The nose is very high and straight. Glutton always wants me to eat delicious food.
I am extroverted. Once I saw a new classmate sitting in his seat alone, but I boldly said to him, "Let's make friends!" " "That classmate is very happy to be good friends with me!
I have many hobbies, but reading is my favorite. There are two big bookcases in my room, which contain many books, from comic books to encyclopedias. From thin stories to thick Grimm fairy tales. From simple fables to profound masterpieces. Everything is available. Usually there is little time to play with children, so I read books at home, which benefits a lot. Happy will make me dance, sad will make me cry, humorous will make me laugh, beautiful will read and extract carefully, books are like wise men enlightening my growth, books are like friends teaching me how to be a man.
This is me. Do you want to make friends with me?
Composition in the sixth grade of primary school: My calligraphy is wonderful and magical, and it is also an art that appeals to both refined and popular tastes. I also studied calligraphy. I was only in grade one at that time, but I had an indissoluble bond with calligraphy.
I am very interested in the art of calligraphy. Miss Li pays great attention to our writing. At that time, we used pencils. In Chinese class, Miss Li always asks us to take the word exercise book and describe the words in pencil. After each exam, students who write well can write with a gel pen in the future. For me, writing with a gel pen means that my handwriting is very good and beautiful. So I tried my best to write, but the teacher still didn't recognize my handwriting and said it was "disabled" After five weeks, everyone except me and some classmates used gel pens. So, I made up my mind to sign up for the hard pen calligraphy class. Every Wednesday afternoon, I study calligraphy skills hard. After my efforts, I finally got the right to use the gel pen. It turns out that I can't write well because I don't hold the pen properly and the words I write are "disabled".
Now, even teachers will project the exercise books of three or four students for everyone to learn. Several times, including mine, I was a little excited! In the third grade, I began to practice pen writing again. It is difficult to write with a pen, but as long as I persist, I will write well. Writing a good hand can make people feel relaxed and happy. These experiences are the stories between me and calligraphy.
China culture calligraphy art is really profound!
Sixth grade composition: I 5 I am a typical cancer, I love my family, I love children, I love food, I love homesickness. I may have no problem with it, but once I make up my mind, I won't change it again, and no one can persuade me.
I'm a little obsessive-compulsive I won't do the next thing until I do one thing well. Maybe I didn't do my best, but at least I finished. I like even numbers, and I like to eat odd numbers into even numbers. I have many collections: notebooks from the first year, photos from the second year, and some small stickers. . . . . . Every time I see these things. Those old days, and the things and people that were missed. On my desk, the number of books is the largest, and the books I use are also very simple, but most of the books I use for collection have never been used, just because they are beautiful and I don't want to use them.
It may be lively, it may be quiet, it may be fickle, and it may be sentimental in the bones. I thought I knew myself, but I didn't want to know who I really was. Maybe the real me is ordinary. In the eyes of others, I will laugh with my partner, thinking that that is the real me, but it is not. Who knows? What will the real me look like? Actually, I'm very sensitive and I'm always imagining things. I like colors. Only when they are rhythmic in my hands can I feel that the world is alive. I like music. Only when they jump in my ear can I feel that the world is peaceful. I like being in a daze. Only when I am in a daze can I think of some things and many dusty past events.
Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: On June 1st, there were no books, and everything was deserted.
This sentence means exactly the same to me.
I like reading very much. Every weekend, I ask my mother to accompany me to buy books. As soon as I arrived at the bookstore, I felt like I was in a sea of books. Every time I go to the bookstore to buy books, I always think of a sentence that Teacher Zhang said to us: "Don't be afraid to spend money on buying books, just buy 30,000 yuan!" Go out to eat all day, and sometimes have money. I have no money to buy books when I buy them. "
Every time I buy a book, I start reading it as soon as I get home. The first thing that attracted me was the title. It's time to read and buy books. Let me look at the topic first. A wonderful topic will make me want to see it.
I read in several layers. The first layer is to look at the topic and content introduction. The second layer is to see which article you want to read. Just read that article first. The third layer is to read all the pages in general, and each article has an impression first. The fourth layer is to look carefully. The fifth and last layer is to carefully analyze each article. After the analysis, the reading of this book is over.
When I am reading a book, I am often told that I can't hear, and I can't feel when others touch me. Once, my mother asked me to eat, and I screamed and touched it several times before eating.
I love reading!
I wish I were a bird.
Lin Jingjing, Grade 7, Shajing Middle School, Bao 'an District, Guangdong Province
Birds, free, how enviable!
In spring, birds chirp in the trees and fly carefree in the sky. They flew from the air to the field with the light steps of Miss Chun. You see, patches of rape fields are competing to open yellow flowers. Under the spring breeze, layers of Jin Lang surge, emitting a refreshing fragrance. They raised their lovely smiling faces and looked at the blue sky innocently.
In midsummer, birds are singing in the branches. They are really talented singers. Listen-what a wonderful song! There used to be a poem: the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps at midnight. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, there is a good harvest, and frogs can be heard. What a charming season, especially at night, when the stars are shining and birds come to the countryside, endless green fields, mountains like Dai, lush trees, streams like practice and fragrant rice bursts are good places for birds to practice their voices.
In the autumn season, golden rice fields call for the cheers of farmers' uncles. On the golden fields, there are harvest scenes everywhere: heavy ears of grain nod frequently, and full sorghum is as red as fire-birds are not only singers, but also dancers! Autumn not only brings us the joy of harvest, but also brings us the courage and strength to make progress.
In the cold winter, the north wind whistling, some birds have flown to warm places to avoid the cold, and some birds are still flying high.
Bird, I envy your free flight, and I want to fly like you.
I 8 My favorite season is winter.
Especially when it snows heavily, "pear blossoms" are hung on the bare branches. White snow covered the earth like a thick carpet. Children have snowball fights, make snowmen and ski in the snow.
I like snowball fights and snowmen in the snow best. I remember once, my uncle and I had a snowball fight: I grabbed a handful of snow and threw it over, but my uncle dodged and missed it; My uncle grabbed a handful of snow and kneaded it into a ball, but I lost it. The ball flew towards me. I accidentally let it hit my nose and there was snow in my nostrils. I shouted angrily ... another time, my mother and I made a snowman. I learned from people on TV. First, I pinched a small ball, then rolled it around, but it didn't become a big ball. Still a bit like before. I didn't care so much, so I piled the snow around me into a pile, with a head, candy as eyes, banana as mouth and half-cut grapefruit skin as hat. The snowman finally piled up, and I jumped and jumped happily. These two things left a deep impression on me.
I like winter because it brings me happiness.
Sixth grade composition: I 9 "Haha, devil, you can't catch me, come on, come on, catch me!" " "Listen, this voice must be that I was naughty again!
"Tingting, did you make this rotten badminton?" Listen, mom is talking about what I did again! I have to find a good place to hide quickly, or I'm finished.
Looking left and right, I finally found a good place-under the bed, yes, hiding under the bed, so that my mother can't catch me! Haha ~ ~ "Tingting, come out quickly, we are going to town!" " "Cut ~, mom said it must be his headhunting again! Hum, I'm not going out! The devil I hid under the bed and whispered. " Tingting, dad and I are leaving! "Hey, that sounds real! I can't help it I like going to town very much. I have to come out.
However, when I came out, I saw my mother washing clothes. I asked my mother, "Mom, aren't you going to the city?" Why don't you go to town? ""son, I lied to you. You really believed it. Say! The badminton racket is broken. Did you make it? " Mom smiled and said to me. I said naughtily, "What did I do? "! Come on, come on, come and get me! "Mother said angrily," naughty boy, I won't grind my mouth with you! " "
You see, I am naughty, and even my mother can't stand me.
This is me, a super naughty girl that everyone loves. Flowers bloom and fall, innocent girl, and the car has a flat tire! No, you must want to know me! Tell you my phone number. Please call 1 19 for friends in the south and 1 19 for friends in the north. Ha!
Sixth grade composition: I am 10. After school, I am on my way home.
When I passed a canteen, I was stopped by a thin old man. His name is Uncle Zhang. He thinks I have a bad attitude and wants to pay me. Hum, old man, I want to punish him. In the evening, I quietly put a row of upside-down bricks in front of his canteen.
Passing by the school the next morning, I took a special look. I saw the gauze covered on uncle Zhang's forehead, and I was secretly pleased: "What a suck! Serve you right! Who told you to treat me like that yesterday and kill you! "
One day, raindrops as big as beans fell and hit the ground. I was at the school gate because I didn't bring my umbrella. I regret it very much and blame myself for not considering the future. Just then, a small umbrella was on my head and I looked up. Ah! It's uncle Zhang. I couldn't believe my eyes and rubbed them. It's really him. He smiled and said kindly, "You don't have an umbrella, do you? I will lend you my umbrella. " Unconsciously, tears moistened my eyes and landed on my clothes. I went home. On the way, Uncle Zhang's head was wet by the rain, but he didn't complain at all.
At this time, I was disgusted with my practical jokes and felt unspeakable remorse. I really want to go to uncle Zhang and admit my mistake.
The sky is blue, really blue, and blue makes me a little scared and uneasy; Flowers are red, really red. Red makes me a little scared, a little timid.
I 1 1 One day, I came to the kitchen and found a garlic in the corner, white and fat, with some roots. I picked it up, put it in the water tray and put it on the windowsill.
A few days later, I came to the windowsill and saw that it only sucked a little water and didn't water it. Twenty days passed, and I remembered garlic again, so I watered it. At this time, the garlic has absorbed the water, and the full body has become thin, flat and soft, but another leaf has grown, the longest of which is two centimeters. I immediately poured a plate full of water.
Slowly, the garlic seedlings returned to their original appearance and grew a few leaves, like a green grove. That green leaf is the "eldest brother", as long as my middle finger, and the "second brother" is only one millimeter shorter than my middle finger. They are neck and neck, and almost all of them can be the boss. The "third child" is two millimeters lower than the "second child", but the tip of the knife is yellow and looks sick. The most interesting is Laojiu. It just emerged, still very weak, and stood askew, but its head was always up, like a strong soldier. "Old Ten" just leaned out his little head, rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked around. Suddenly he found the "boss", so he hugged the "leg" of the "boss" and shouted: "Brother, wait for me, I'm going to grow up!"
The secret of garlic lies in its tenacious perseverance. No matter what the conditions are, it will always grow up. How tenacious perseverance garlic seedlings need to take root and sprout under difficult conditions and grow into seedlings! But it has grown up. People are the same.
Nanyang No.2 Primary School Class 6 (3) Cai Xiang
Sixth grade composition: I am 12. Lively and cheerful is my character, cool is my nature, and I am with friends. It is this unique personality that brought me into this unique me bit by bit. I don't know how many unique stories there are in my unique childhood.
In the 12 spring, summer, autumn and winter I experienced, one thing still haunts me. When I was 7 years old, I was studying in a rural primary school. On the way to school, I suddenly found my good friend Wang Leyan copying a classmate's homework, which was deeply loved by the teacher. When I saw this scene, I hurried to dissuade Wang Leyan, but he not only refused to listen, but also said that his good classmates helped him copy it fair and square. I was furious and ran out of the classroom at once, ready to tell the teacher. But when I first arrived at the office door, I hesitated. My heart is pounding. I'm afraid that Wang Leyan will leave me, but protecting him will hurt my good friend. At this time, I don't know where a force came from. I rushed into the office and told the teacher the whole story. The teacher immediately arrested Wang Leyan.
The next day, my good friend Wang Leyan ignored me, but I think friends should be honest with each other, and good friends can't cover up their mistakes. Although a good friend will misunderstand me for a while, one day he will understand my heart.
Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: 13 I stood by the mirror, and a person appeared: a white oval face, a faint eyebrow blink, a small and exquisite mouth, and a "ponytail" at the back. This person is me.
I'm "old", and I'm in my early teens-eleven. What do you mean I'm exaggerating? Then you are wrong. Compared with those little people, I am "old"! My character is careless, lively and humorous. The advantage is: the brain turns fast [maybe I drank diesel when I was a child]. Disadvantages are: forgetfulness, carelessness and no strong will! It is broken. I've introduced myself for a long time and I haven't said my name yet! You can't blame me! My last name is difficult to pronounce. It's a girl and a baby of Zhao, pronounced Yao. My name is Jerusha, which adds up to Yao Jieru. How's it going? Good name, right? This name also contains the love of my family!
I remember once, the teacher assigned the lesson "Guilin Landscape". I thought: since this is the first lesson, I should recite it and get up at 8 o'clock tomorrow! With this in mind, I set the alarm clock for 6 o'clock. The next day, although the bell rang, I lay still in bed and didn't get up until midnight. At that time, I hated myself for having no will, but the next day, I was still lying in bed like yesterday. Oh, I can't help it!
It is broken. My fried cabbage is burnt. I'll talk to you another day. Goodbye!
Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: I, 14, have to experience countless things in my life. Some things are like floating clouds, and the wind will come and go; Some are like nails, which make you unforgettable and unforgettable. The scene I saw in the supermarket that day made me unforgettable for a long time. We must start from scratch. That day, my mother and I went shopping in Century Department Store, and we chose some things. When we were checking out at the checkout counter, we met such a scene: a middle-aged woman in her thirties and forties, carrying a black handbag in her hand, rushed out of the supermarket in a panic after checking out. Just then, the alarm went off. The security guard rushed forward, grabbed the middle-aged woman, looked at her receipt and found that there were two more things in her basket: a bottle of small ground oil and a bag of chicken wings. She immediately argued that the cashier had not settled the bill. This made the cashier cry. The security guard pointed to her bag of scattered chicken wings and said, why isn't there a weighing price tag on it? She also argued: these two things are not mine, but others took them and put them here. The security guard said, ok, you and I will go to the security room to watch the surveillance video. Let's leave now. The woman who wanted to steal said, I'll weigh the chicken wings on the weighing platform and come back later to make up the money. My things are here, don't move! It seems quite reasonable. I saw this and thought: we can't steal things from the mall like her. Be honest. She is really bad, stealing from others and making excuses. What an opportunist! I can't forget this scene for a long time.
I like to stand on the windowsill at home and quietly look at the river at my fingertips. I stared at the water, and the water stared at me. At that moment, my slender sensory tip was sensitive to the touch of water, and the water whispered in my ear. Suddenly, my thoughts will be ethereal, such as getting rid of the secular. At that moment, my mind will be clear and my heart will be clear.
In spring, the river is clear and gentle. It flows forward calmly and slowly, and the breeze blows and ripples. The willows on the shore have quietly put on a goose yellow coat these days, adding charming charm to the river.
If the mountain is compared to a man, then water is a quiet and carefree woman. The river gives me the feeling that she is a symbol of a good woman who is supercilious, open-minded, peaceful and steady. She lived the life she wanted calmly, without any rush or stormy waves. Everything is humiliating, because everything will flow away. Therefore, she plays the detached string of life and happily accepts everything given by God.
I stared at the water, and the water looked at me quietly. The dirt in my soul has been washed away by water. Water nourishes my soul, and my soul is enriched and powerful because of the nourishment of water. Thanks for the company of the river! I like staring at the river. I can't live without the company of boiling water.