If I were a grass growing at the ends of the earth, I could enjoy the care of the sun during the day and the moon at night. Trees, flowers and warm wind are all my good friends, and I will never be lonely again. In that case, I will try my best to extend my green color to every corner of the world.
If I were a flower umbrella, I would shelter my mother from the wind and rain when it rained, so that her mother would not get wet by the rain. I will also smile at the wind and rain, hold up a sunny day for myself, and decorate this dripping world with my beauty.
If I were a cloud, I would embroider beautiful scenery with gentle breeze.
If I were a bottle of glue, I would stick my mucus to the hearts of people all over the world and create a clean and pollution-free earth.
If I were a dove of peace, I would shout to the people of the world: Please stop the evil fire, restore the people's peaceful living environment and create a peaceful and prosperous world.
If I were a thousand-year-old tree, I would use all my green to support a shade for people and deliver fresh oxygen to them.
If I were a teacher, I would raise the sail of creation and lead students to appreciate the charm of science and technology in the colorful unknown world.
If I were a scientist, I would use my knowledge and wisdom to make the motherland go faster on the road of rejuvenating the country through science and technology.
If I were ...
There are always many beautiful "ifs" in my heart. But I know that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. No matter what career you are engaged in in in the future, you should lay a good foundation of knowledge, cultivate various interests and be an all-round development person.
The sixth grade composition is a variety show "Chinese Restaurant 2", which is popular in summer vacation. I believe most people have seen it. Yes, I am also one of the loyal viewers of the program, and I have learned a lot from it! So, I became a little cook at home and a little helper for my father.
At first, my mother didn't believe that I could learn to cook by watching TV. I begged again and again, and my mother finally agreed to let me cook a lunch.
After washing my hands, I went to check the refrigerator and took out shrimp, bread crumbs, onions and other ingredients from it. Wash the shrimps, put them into a bowl, pour in appropriate seasonings in turn, and marinate evenly for 20 minutes. You can prepare other ingredients at this time! I cut the onion first with tears in my eyes, and then cut a little chopped green onion. Of course, you can also add the right amount of pepper according to your own taste.
After all the ingredients are processed, the shrimp is also marinated. Put a little oil in the pot, and soon I heard the sound of "Zi La La ...". I quickly poured the shrimp into the pot, perhaps in a hurry, and a drop of oil jumped into my hand. I washed it in cold water a few times and hurried back to stir-fry shrimp. Pour the half-cooked shrimps into a plate, re-fire, add appropriate amount of oil and bread crumbs and stir-fry together. Return the shrimps to the pan and fry until cooked. Add chopped green onion and chopped green onion and stir-fry until fragrant. Ha! A plate of shrimp with bread crumbs is ready.
I was so excited that I brought the food to my mother. After tasting it, my mother smiled and said to me, "It's delicious! Joy, you are a little chef! " Before I could be happy, my mother went on to say, "Washing dishes is also one of the chefs' jobs!" " "I pretended to sigh:" Hey, the longest distance I have traveled is my mother's routine. " My mother looked at me, and I watched my mother laugh together.
Sixth grade composition 3. I am a real coward, but I hide it well, and few people find my secret. Especially recently, I was scared to death every night and quickly upgraded to a "super version" of invincible cowards.
Take that night for example! I want to go to my grandmother's room on the third floor to do my homework. I really want to find someone to accompany me, but I am too proud to say it. So, as a hero, I bravely climbed the ladder, and no one paid attention to me at all. Alas!
I am scared level by level, and I always feel that something is following me. Didn't I say I was leaving and not looking back? How dare I turn back? Walking silently, I always feel a chill in my back. Oh, my God! No good brothers want to read with me! I stepped up my pace, and the noise behind me accelerated step by step, and I almost cried.
At this time, if there are Buddhist scriptures, garlic or crosses in your hand, how good would it be? I'm shaking all over, and I have no strength at all. I was so scared that I thought I was going to faint.
I trembled and said, "Dwain! Whoever you are, stay away from me! I will worship you! Spare my life! "
"elder brother! What's the matter with you? What are you talking about! " Huh? Isn't that my annoying brother's voice? I suddenly turned around and saw his disgusting face, hum! Dare to hide behind me and scare me? Don't you want to live?
The younger brother smiled with his stomach in his arms: "Haha! I just found out today that you are a coward and vulgar! "
My least favorite brother found out my secret, and now my life is completely ruined, which is really wrong!
The sixth grade composition is 4 I, a member of the wind, flying in the sky. I followed the big troops all over the country, spring, summer, autumn and winter, all over the country, proud and carefree.
In spring, I followed the army to the edge of the desert. We make people living there happy. They cheered happily: "The wind is coming, the wind is coming ~" The animals and plants next to them are also happy and happy for our arrival. I was so proud and proud at that time. We came to a beautiful strawberry garden again, but with the increase of troops and the falling of raindrops, "transformation" turned into typhoon and rainstorm, and a beautiful strawberry garden was destroyed by us. When I left, I heard an old man over sixty complaining sadly. It seems that we all know that we are wrong, and no one speaks along the way.
Unconsciously, it is already summer. I left the army and went to Lushan Waterfall alone. I gently leaned over Sister Shui's face, which was very smooth and soft. I flew to the window of a family and saw that family was eating watermelon with relish. I couldn't help drooling when I saw the delicious watermelon. I flew up and came to a piece of Gua Tian, where I saw big watermelons. I greeted them and told them the good scenery I saw during the flight.
Gradually, the harvest season has arrived. I smelled the fragrance of melons and fruits in the process of flying, and smelled the breath of autumn. Unfortunately, I can smell it, but I can't eat it However, it doesn't matter, I also had a very speculative chat with melon and fruit.
Flying and flying, winter came to the prison, and I became a cold wind. I fly and fly. I saw people playing with snowmen and throwing snowballs. I think they are so happy. So I went to join in the fun, but unfortunately, they couldn't see me.
I am a member of the wind, flying all over the world, carefree, traveling around the world.
If I were a kite, a free kite, I would fly freely in the vast blue sky. You don't have to feel the feelings that ordinary people have, and you don't have to think about the enlightenment of life. As long as you are carefree in the air, fly and play with naughty and lovely birds and powerful eagles; Go with Bai Yunfei.
If I were an evergreen tree, an evergreen tree in winter. I won't stand in the snow like a soldier. I will bend down and let the heavy snow slide down slowly and pile up on the ground. Those who stand still and think they are tenacious are crushed to death because they can't stand the weight of snow.
If I were a wild chrysanthemum, an ordinary wild chrysanthemum. I will be in someone's yard, emitting a faint fragrance, so that my master can smell the flowers every day and fall asleep sweetly. I don't compete for beauty like other flowers. I just need to wait until the flowers bloom, hoping that the owner can gently pick the petals and dry them, so that it is important for them to cool off. By next autumn, we will have such beautiful flowers again.
If I were a star, though not the brightest one, it would release a ray of light for people.
If I were a bunch of flowers, though not the most beautiful, it would bring a little fragrance to people.
If I am a gust of wind, it will bring people a cool wind, although it is not the mildest wind.
if ...
if ...
If I am a lot, though not the best one, I give my all to people. I want to give my best to people and make their lives full of more colors because of me.
The sixth grade composition is 6. Miss Yang is the math teacher and head teacher of our class. He is strict and kind, and he is good to us. I like him very much.
He said he was tall, and he said he was not short. The man of medium height is very symmetrical, fat and has a big round belly, but he is not stupid, just like a man in a coat with a ball in his arms. He also has a pair of thick eyebrows and a hooked nose. When he is angry, he seems to nail people to the wall and eat them.
What I admire most is the way he plays basketball and gives lectures.
Although he is fat, it seems that he will take a break after three steps, but he plays basketball very well. Once, I was lucky enough to witness the way he played basketball. I saw him holding the ball with both hands, holding the ball firmly with both hands in tandem, and the hand behind him skillfully pushed forward and scored! I can't help clapping. After he picked up the ball, he suddenly dribbled to the basket. When he approached the basket, he suddenly jumped lightly and covered the ball with his hand. As you can imagine, the ball scored again! Every time he throws an autumn shot, he always looks confident, as if the goal will be scored. He plays basketball seriously, as if he were Yao Ming and Jordan.
Teacher Yang's lectures are also very professional and very happy. Not only that, he also acts as if the three-foot platform is his unique stage, and he is the performer on the stage. If someone doesn't attend the class, he will slow down, raise the master, point the chalk head in his hand at the speaker, and suddenly stop the class, and his fingers will pop up. Whew, the chalk head will cross the air under the surprised eyes of the whole class and hit the speaker's head accurately, and then the teacher will shout, the ball is in. It's amazing!
How's it going? Are you envious? He is my teacher, the teacher in charge.
Sixth grade composition 7. There is a tree in my house! The trunk is my father, the branches are my mother, and the leaves are my sister and me! These three things are indispensable.
Dad is the backbone of the tree, and dad is the pillar of the family, because dad works hard every day, leaving early and returning late, all for our family! Dad sometimes forgets to eat at work. For example, that time, my father went out to work, which was far away. It's already late at night, my father hasn't come home yet, and our family is in a hurry. It's nine o'clock and dad hasn't come back yet. As soon as you enter the door, you say, "Why don't you eat?" My sister and I said, "I'll wait for you! The meal is cold, eat quickly! " Dad smiled and went to eat. There is really no way!
My mother is in the branch and the "director of women" at home, because when we go to school, my mother always says, "Pay attention to safety! Be careful! " Also, when dad goes out, mom will say, "Come back early!" " "Also, when Dad went to the restaurant, what Mom said the most was:" Don't drink too much, it's not good for your health! " "Do you think mom is the director of women at home?
Of course, leaves are indispensable to trees, and this role of adding color to trees certainly belongs to my sister and me. Dare to call pistachios, of course there are pistachios! Because the two of us always make angry mothers laugh. Make a face or say a few witticisms! In short, it can make my mother happy!
This is my home! My home is a tree! Lush trees!
My home is a tree. The author tells the story of this family in delicate language. This article uses metaphors and vivid images. This article is a narrative and discussion, with true feelings and heartfelt words. At the end, the feelings are sublimated, the theme is deepened, and the lyricism is very strong.
Sixth grade composition 8. I am not a passionate spring rain, nor an impetuous summer rain, nor a heartless winter rain. I am misty autumn rain.
Everyone says that spring rain can bring them beauty, summer rain can bring them coolness, winter rain can bring them hope of spring, and autumn rain rustles and whizzes by, but do you know that the prosperity brought by autumn rain-the fruits of harvest, the hope left!
I, fluttering, travel around the world, where is my footprint? I took away the impetuousness of summer and left rich fruits. I watched people pick rich fruits. This kind of happiness makes me rain on the world. Drunk, I quietly watched the leaves get wet in the rain, making them take off their spring clothes and put on their autumn clothes, fluttering and welcoming the arrival of the next spring. The whole world seems to be mine. I'm free. I look at the old trees for a while and the grass for a while. The wind greeted me and the birds accompanied me.
With the cool rain drifting, people forget the impetuousness in their hearts, quietly enjoy the benefits I bring, and let people feel the unique charm of autumn.
"Tick-tock" and "Tick-tock", I hummed a song without words, which was soft and gentle, and it sounded like my mother was humming a lullaby. The road is wet and the roof is wet ... It seems that I am a born cleaner. A drop of water rolled down under the eaves. From a distance, it is green, dyed by me and full of vitality. Whether it is green, grass green, gold or red, it is refreshing and hazy, as if you are in a fairyland.
Hey, I should put my toolbox away, but I haven't played enough! Wait until next autumn, I will come again, I will sprinkle my rain again, and I will bring more harvest.
Sixth grade composition 9. When I came home from school, I found myself bored and had little homework. I finished it at school. When I opened the hole and saw the scissors, an idea suddenly came to me.
I picked up scissors and cut left and right on a big piece of paper. After a while, a mask was born. I drew thick eyebrows on the mask, drew a big mouth with red crayon and drew an eye by the way. I punched a small hole in the paper so as not to be seen. Make a small hole next to the paper. But what if there is no line? If you go down and get it, your brother will suspect you, and then the plan will be ruined. If you don't go down and get it, this mask will fall off and my brother will find out that I did it. It is impossible not to hit me. As soon as I decided to get the thread, I found a belt, which just worked, although it was a little thick. I put the tape in the hole, which was too small, and I had a hard time getting through it. I remember there was a crack when I passed through it, and I saw that the hole became bigger.
I walked quietly and saw my brother doing his homework. I put my hand over his eyes and said gruffly, "Guess who I am." My brother tried to knock off my hand with his hand, but I didn't move. My brother deliberately said it was a pig, and I was wrong. He guessed it was a donkey, a dog or a ghost. I ignored him, so he had to say it was a man. I said I was half right, and he said it was miss.
I let go of my hand in surprise and asked him how he knew. He said there were only two people at home. It seems that you should be careful next time, and you can't be found again. If we are found again, I will be miserable.
Sixth grade composition 10. I have dreamed of becoming a teacher since I was a child. Because the teacher is like a gardener, diligently and selflessly cultivating the flowers of the motherland, how great it is!
If I were a teacher, I would take good care of everyone in my class like my classmates' big sister. Students have questions that they don't understand. I will answer them seriously until they understand. I won't let them play after class with doubts. After class, I will carefully correct my homework. If any of them need me to play with them, I will be enthusiastic. If I meet an unhappy classmate, I will definitely comfort him. I'd rather share this unhappiness with him. When he is a doormat, I will try my best to make him laugh until he becomes as happy as other students.
If I were a teacher, I would treat every student equally, whether good or bad. I want them to feel the warmth of the group and not let any students be discriminated against in class. Naturally, I will try my best to restrain the disputes between my classmates and try my best to solve the misunderstandings between my classmates. However, some things have to be solved by themselves. However, if "dancing with knives and guns", I will definitely not allow it! I want my classmates to live happily in this group, so as not to hurt them in any way.
If I were a teacher, I wouldn't give my classmates too much homework and let them be suffocated by homework every day. I want them to have more time to open the "second class" and more time to play, so that they can regain their freedom and childhood fun.
If I were a teacher, I would teach my classmates to cook, clean and do housework so that they can take care of themselves. ...
If I were a teacher, I would give my light and heat to my students like a candle.
The composition for grade six is 1 1. He is my classmate. He is tall, strong, handsome and motivated. He not only loves sports, but also is versatile.
He has short hair, thick eyebrows and a talkative mouth under his straight nose. Two big earlobes look particularly blessed, and his dark skin shows his little manhood. He is cheerful and sunny, and he can always be seen in busy places. When his classmates are in trouble, he always helps them actively and enthusiastically. Because of his great strength, he rushed to undertake all the manual work in the class. Although he was flushed and sweaty, he still smiled, waved his cleaning tools and shouted at the top of his lungs to return to his teacher.
His sense of collective honor is particularly strong. Tug-of-war is that he stands in the front position and gives full play to his advantage of loud voice when shouting slogans. Under his influence, all the students are in high spirits. With the joint efforts of the whole class, we won the first place. He cheered and smiled, with a shallow dimple on his face, which was his trademark expression after winning every honor.
He is also very popular with his classmates, and everyone likes to play jokes on him. We gave him many nicknames, but he never got angry and always laughed it off. I have introduced you so much. Let's guess who he is
Sixth grade composition 12. Everyone is someone else's teacher: others can teach you what you can't, be your teacher; On the contrary, you can teach others what others can't and be their teacher! Therefore, each of us is a teacher! This Saturday, I also tasted the taste of being a teacher!
"Put your hands on your waist and stand on tiptoe together. Ok, the right hand is straight and inclined on the upper right, and then the left hand is straight and inclined on the upper left. Yes, first put your right hand on your waist, and then put your left hand on your waist ... "What's that noise? Oh, it turns out that a girl of twelve or thirteen is teaching a girl of seven or eight to do aerobics! So, who are twelve-year-old girls and seven or eight-year-old girls? Oh, you're right. The girl who is twelve or thirteen years old is me, and the girl who is seven or eight years old is my sister. Today, I am teaching my sister to do aerobics.
I danced in front of her, demonstrating to her, and shouting the password to let her dance to the correct rhythm. After a while, the first attempt was over. My sister and I sat on a stone to have a rest. For an instant, I couldn't sit still. I stood up and told her where I jumped wrong just now and showed it to her again. Then, when my sister jumped, I stood beside her to guide her and help her correct her mistakes. But my sister jumped in the wrong place, and I tried my best to make her correct it. ...
Jumping all morning, my back ached, my legs ached, I was sweating and panting. While we were having a rest, suddenly, a dense thin thread fell from the cloudy day and surrounded my sister and me. We were "surrounded" and became two "drowned rats". ...
Alas, it's so hard to be a teacher!
Sixth grade composition 13. My dream is to be an ordinary grass. Although the grass is unknown, it has infinite vitality and life.
If I were a grass, I would stay away from this world, as long as I do my job well-foil the beauty and exquisiteness of flowers.
If I were a grass, I would like to grow next to the hospital, because there are always many patients in the hospital. They look tired and depressed, and I want them to see the hope of living. Once, a little girl was admitted to the hospital. She was lively and lovely, beaten black and blue by illness, and had no will to live. I crept up to her and said to the little girl, "Look at me, little girl. I survived wind, sun, heat and rain. Now I am enjoying the flowers and birds. My daily life is rich and colorful. You can do it. You can't lose hope in life. " I said and stood up. The little girl blinked as if to tell me that I understood. Sure enough, a month later, the little girl was discharged from the hospital.
If I were a grass, I would like to grow up in a barren desert, because many desert explorers have lost their way in the desert and lost the will to go on. I want them to know that no matter what difficulties there are, they must go on, and maybe success is ahead. I want to say to them, "look at me. Although I am a humble grass, don't I live in the desert? "
"Wildfire never consumes them, they grow taller in the spring breeze", I hope it is a grass.
If I were a chalk, I would be held by the teacher every day like other pens and write my knowledge on the blackboard. However, I don't want to make chalk at all.
If you ask why, it's because my role is not only writing, but also many "special functions".
For example, one day, the teacher picked up a piece of chalk and was writing. Suddenly, several students were absent-minded. The teacher was very angry and threw the chalk in his hand at his classmates. The student's dexterity flashed and the chalk fell to the ground and broke into pieces. I witnessed the tragedy with my own eyes in the chalk box, and I was terrified. I'm afraid that one day, I will experience this kind of tragedy myself.
Even if you avoid danger in class, you face greater danger after class. As soon as the bell rang, the teacher walked out of the classroom and the students began to use our chalk as "bullets"
A lot of chalk has been pulled out of the box, and they will face the fate of breaking into pieces. I secretly prayed not to be drawn, but bad luck still befell me. I have been trying to reach out to me, being held up in the air, silently wailing in my heart. Oh, my God, it looks like I'm really going to die. I was thinking about it when suddenly, the student whooshed me out and I closed my eyes and waited for death. Hey, why am I not dead? I just feel a little pain. Did I escape? It's a curse that comes from the mouth, and a blessing comes from the mouth. But before I knew it, I was picked up and thrown out, and finally stopped several times. I was dizzy and my body broke in two.
Chalk is a trivial thing, but please take care of it.
Sixth grade composition 15. I am the wind, I am the wind that comes without a trace; I am the wind that can bring happiness to people; I am the wind, and I can cast magic on the earth.
In spring, when I came to the earth, the earth immediately put on new clothes: thousands of miles away, but not endless. I woke up Xiaocao's brother and Huaer's sister with my charm. I used my charm to call back Sister Swallow and Aunt Goose. I used my charm to wake up brother frog and sister squirrel. How proud I am! Therefore, people gave me a beautiful title: When the spring breeze blows the earth, the new year begins again!
In summer, I came to the earth, and the earth immediately put on new clothes: blue, no, I can't tell whether it is sky blue or earth blue. It is really "a line between heaven and earth". Not only that, I also sent the heat back. Children can eat popsicles and swim again! How happy I am!
In autumn, when I came to the earth, the earth immediately put on a new dress: it was golden yellow. I also blew the fruit ripe! Otherwise, how can autumn be the favorite season for farmers' uncles? Farmer's uncle is busy green again! Whenever the glittering and translucent sweat of the farmer's uncle falls, I take a deep breath and blow it to bring coolness to the farmer's uncle. The farmer's uncle smiled like I waved, and his mouth was rippling with an indelible smile. How happy I am!
In winter, when I came to the earth, the earth immediately put on new clothes: it was white. I also blew Sister Snowflake over! At this time, heavy snow began to fall in the sky; This is the earth is a piece of snow; This is a lovely "snowman" for children. Because the children are making snowmen and having snowball fights! How excited I am!
Look! How useful I am! I am proud that I can contribute to people; I am proud that I can contribute to people; I am very happy and happy, because I can contribute to people!