Last sixth grade composition 1 I was walking on the forest path, and there was silence all around. The wind blows through the willow branches, stirring my heart, the wind blows through the treetops, making my heart crisp, and the wind blows through the lake, making my heart ripple and swing slowly ...
The fifth grade reading festival is the last performance of our own class, and it has reached this period, so we are working hard.
The lights dimmed, and the faint light hit the center of the stage. Several white dancers took strange props-several elastic white ropes connected between two thick wooden sticks, and danced slowly with the music on the stage, leaving only flowing music. The girls shuttled between the white ropes, lifted them and passed through them. They held their arms high, and the light leaked from their fingertips, so dazzling and beautiful. The soft waist is dancing, and the footsteps are so light that there is no sound, as gentle as dragonflies. The girls were wearing white ropes and smiling, and the audience seemed to hear the girls' silvery laughter.
Suddenly, a bright light hit the steps behind the girl. A group of soldiers stood there neatly, and the girl left. "What do you think? Ask the woman what she remembers? " There is no microphone, no megaphone, only the sound of reading in this class, which is powerful and powerful, and word by word is thrown into people's hearts. This voice is the pure voice of 39 people in Class 5 (2), including boys and girls. Everyone burst into their own flood-like power, and the overwhelming sound shocked people, engulfed people and touched people with overwhelming feelings. Teachers and parents sobbed silently. They are proud of their children and their efforts. They saw their efforts and their brilliance, but the performers didn't cry.
They turn this emotion into motivation and play a higher level.
At the end of the performance, they walked off the stage and high-fived to celebrate. The smile at that moment was as dazzling as the sun, and people couldn't catch it.
My nose is sour, but I still feel moved by that scene after such a long time. I put my hand on the barbed wire, my eyes firmly locked in front of the school, and my ears echoed with the sound of reading. A bright smile flashed through my mind. I wiped the tears in my eyes and left quietly, as if I had never been here before.
The last performance of this class, like a cannonball, gradually sank into the lake in my heart and became my most precious and warmest memory.
The last sixth grade composition 2 Although Sun's father hasn't shown his amiable face, the sky is still gloomy, but as long as it doesn't rain, today is a good day for a spring outing, and even the air is exceptionally fresh and exciting!
The spring outing in grade six came earlier than before. But I'm still too excited to sleep all night. Before the alarm clock woke me up, I had finished washing and was ready to go. Surely no one gets to school earlier than me, I thought silently. Who knows that countless students are more excited than me. They arrived at school early and were fully equipped. Look at my outfit-listening to MP4, holding a digital camera, carrying a sports bag on my shoulder, wearing sportswear and sneakers. It's really armed to the teeth
Singing and laughing all the way, we soon reached our destination. The teacher led everyone up the hill. The mountain road is rugged and muddy, but it is interesting to walk. There are also several tombstones in the forest, vaguely exposed under the new branches of green leaves. Although it will make people tremble suddenly, it is good to think of our ancestors at the same time when we go for an outing. "There is an open space ahead!" The students rushed to the clearing as if they had discovered a new continent. Finally found a foothold, under some arrangements, you can eat snacks and play games with peace of mind.
In the suburbs of Shan Ye, it's really interesting to do something close to nature and primitive!
Driven by boys, girls are also active. Whether it's catching crickets, slugs or fighting centipedes, everyone has a good time. Some also caught "rare species" such as blue centipede and cricket. I'm not interested in insects, especially when I see centipedes. So I am more keen on taking pictures and leaving precious moments. The students are unconstrained and unconstrained, posing all kinds of POSS, and even the unsmiling teacher in the past showed a rare smile in the group photo.
Good things always pass too fast. The spring outing is over. I don't know who said, "The last spring outing in primary school is over …" The students all bowed their heads silently and said softly, "How time flies …"
Spring outing, for me, I don't care where to go or what to play, as long as I am with everyone, I am very happy and enjoy it!
The last sixth grade composition 3 Spring is the most beautiful season in a year and a good time for a spring outing. On the morning of April 15, the students ushered in the long-awaited spring outing, which was held in Wang Yue Temple and Quyuan Fenghe.
The weather is fine, the blue sky is clear and transparent, as pure as a child's eyes, and the white clouds dotted in it are like white lotus embroidered on blue silk, beautiful and elegant. The bright sunshine covered the campus with noble gold gauze, and all the students came to the school early in the morning. The campus is full of joy and laughter.
At about 8: 00, 10, the students lined up neatly and took a bus to Wang Yue Temple with great expectation. The excitement is beyond words. Unconsciously, the students' long-awaited destination arrived.
As soon as they got off the bus, the students' eyes were attracted by the solemn temple, where trees are shaded and the vitality of spring is everywhere. Under the guidance of the instructor, the students carefully visited Yue Temple, learned many stories about Yue Fei, and completed the autumn patrol exercise list.
Leaving Wang Yue Temple, I didn't go far before I came to Fenghe of Qu Yuan. Happiness permeated around the students, and the box lunch made by hand was placed on the table. Everyone had a happy dinner. After that, Mr. Jin led everyone to launch a poetry flash activity. The famous ancient poems My Uncle, Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night, Spring Tour in Qiantang River and Memorizing Jiangnan echoed between Qu Yuan's wind and lotus flowers. The most interesting thing is team games. The game "centipede turning over" pays attention to teamwork. Under the leadership of centipede head, everyone went through the student wall in an orderly way, just like a long queue.
What a wonderful thing it is to have a spring outing with my classmates in such a beautiful spring. This is our sixth grade classmate's last spring outing, and everyone is reluctant to go, hoping to seal this happy time in memory forever.
A golden sun is embedded in the blue sky, and white clouds float freely in the clear sky like sailboats on the blue sea. The light blue sky, like a piece of pure velvet, is set with yellow Phnom Penh. The weather is so good that I happily came to Huangqiao Village to participate in the last community activity.
My good friends zhangqian and Zhu Minjie just arrived when I arrived. The three of us sat together. Subsequently, the host of the community activity announced the flow of today's activity: first, the award ceremony, then the visit to WeChat site, and finally the reply.
After the awards, all the children who came to participate in community activities visited the reform site by bus today.
Soon, we arrived at the scene of the reform, and our guide sister took us to the "Ceramic Art Museum". The elder sister, the staff in the room, first gave each of us a piece of wet mud and an animal model. "wow! This rabbit's mold is really cute! Just like a real rabbit! " Zhu Minjie, who sat next to me, looked at the mold over and over again and sighed. What Zhu Minjie said suddenly raised my interest to the highest point, and I can't wait to do it! I have a little pig, but I am a dog, so I changed a puppy mold with my elder sister and prepared to do it. But looking at the mud and mold in front of me, I don't know where to start. What should I do? I scratch my ears. Just when I was at a loss about this pile of mud, a clear voice came from my ear: "Dad's birthday is coming, he belongs to the rabbit. I just finished this, and then I can give it to him. My father will be very happy and surprised when he receives it! " "
I saw her staring at the mud with big eyes, her eyes shining straight, and her mouth could not help but rise slightly, as if she saw her father's happiness after finishing his work. Her elbow landed on the table, one hand gently rested on the clay, the other hand firmly rested on the other, and she began to press the clay symmetrically. Time seems to have frozen for her, and the whole world seems to have disappeared, leaving only her and the ceramics. What Zhu Minjie used to do was half-hearted, but today he is so concerned about making ceramics! I'm really impressed with her! I admire her very much in my heart! Half an hour later, her template was finished. Then, she carefully used the tip of chopsticks to dig out the excess soil bit by bit, for fear of accidentally deducting more or less. After all the buttons are buttoned, give them to the staff's eldest sister, who said they would be baked in two weeks. At this time, a real ceramic work of art is completed. ...
Finally, we took a group photo at the entrance of the renovation site, and then went back the same way. When we came back, we knocked on the seal, and this community activity ended successfully!
The last sixth grade composition 5 Six years of primary school passed in a blink of an eye, and the students experienced ups and downs together, with countless last times.
Birds fly to the treetops and sing brand-new songs. As soon as we got off the bus, a warm breeze came, and the bright sunshine shone on us, which was extremely warm.
Cool real CS scene on the grass, clear stream, picturesque; The tall and straight tree like a sentry caught my eye and made me feel at a loss.
I couldn't wait to find a table and sit down, and took out the barbecue ingredients in an orderly way-mutton kebabs, potato chips, ham ... After some sorting, I finally got all the materials ready, except Dongfeng. I strode to the stove with a confident heart, thinking that I would have a showdown this time. I first brushed some oil back and forth on the tin foil, and then put the mutton skewers on it neatly. After a while, I only heard the splash of "Zizi" oil, and the air was filled with thick meat fragrance. This is not a great comfort and encouragement for me who only has three feet of kung fu! I gradually became confident, brushing oil, sprinkling salt and cumin. The operation cycle repeats. The spring breeze blew, and the aroma of strings attracted the foodies sitting opposite us-Mr. Zheng rushed over without saying anything and asked us for strings. Of course, we warmly welcome him and give him generously. I saw that the kebabs cooked by Chen and myself were very popular, and I became more confident. Cooking food was uninterrupted. Other players such as Pan and Zhu Hanming also actively cooperated. Our work started very smoothly, but then naughty Chen Xinyu poured oil on the tin foil again and again, and suddenly a fire broke out and the tin foil was torn by flames. Several Chiang Kai-shek heard the news and calmly directed us to put out the fire. What a close call! I couldn't help taking a long breath.
Then, I proudly took out the egg and wanted to light a "poached egg". I took the egg in my hand and patted it on a hard object. "oh! My egg white! " I cried sadly. The first time I failed perfectly, the second time I learned my lesson and was very careful, but because the egg was put too high, the yolk and egg white drifted away and ended in failure again. I was a little depressed and lost my belief in making eggs. At this moment, Wang Feng came over and took out my last egg. I hesitated and couldn't help but want to refuse. But I don't want to disappoint my teachers and classmates. I must pull myself together. I immediately grabbed the eggs and calmly analyzed the reasons for my previous failure. First of all, I gently knocked out a crack in the egg, carefully put the egg in a tin bowl, put it at a high temperature first, and then gently poured it into tin foil, one point, two points. The shape of the egg gradually formed, and I immediately turned the egg over gently, while ensuring that the yolk would not be lost. The song of "Zizi" victory echoed in my ears. Finally, I succeeded!
Six years are gone forever, and the last spring outing is full of happiness and sadness. I can't forget the last time countless times. ...
The last time of our primary school life, the last spring outing has gradually arrived in the laughter of everyone. This Friday afternoon is the beginning of a happy trip, and everyone is particularly excited.
I don't think it's the most important thing where to go and what to play in spring outing. The most important thing is how long I can play with my classmates, because I am very happy with you. And this spring outing, the whole class will go, not absent, I will cherish it.
And I think the students in Class 6 (1) can be regarded as the happiest class in the whole school. Because our spring outing and autumn outing are better than other classes in all aspects.
So we really want to thank the family Committee of our class. In order to make us have fun, our parents worked hard. In these two semesters, I was responsible for sorting out and making the blackboard newspaper in our class. The whole process of making the blackboard newspaper made me feel exhausted, and I had to admire my parents' ability, which also made me sincerely feel the hard work.
This spring outing is our last and will be our best. Students of Class 6 (1), starting from Friday afternoon, please put aside all your troubles and cherish every minute of this trip with a good mood, because it will be the best memory in our hearts.
The last sixth grade composition 7 "Ah, it's six forty-one?" I asked, puzzled. It suddenly occurred to me that today is a food fair, so I refreshed myself and went downstairs to wash.
I came to school with great interest, and the school was already crowded and lively. Some people are holding mobile phones, some people are carrying schoolbags, and some people are already waiting there with bowls, drooling like a hungry ghost.
"Where to start eating?" I frowned. "Let's try the food in our class." Meng Han suddenly said a sentence. There has been a long queue in our class. "How long is the queue?" I said. "Just cut in line." An idea came to my mind. Suddenly, I saw a classmate I know. Without saying anything, I ran over and said kindly, "Cut in line for me." He nodded his head. Then, my friend came over and wanted to insert it, so I had to insert it for him. Soon, I will eat salted shrimp. "delicious!" I can't help but say.
My mouth is dry and thirsty! "What should I do?" I scratched my head in a hurry and said eagerly. "There's coke there!" Meng Han said excitedly as if he had discovered a new continent. I ran there at once. "Good drink, good drink. It' s really a' life-saving cola'! " I said. Meng Han, Xian Hao and I went to the canteen to get a bowl, ready to eat ice cream and fairy grass. Unexpectedly, unexpectedly ... not anymore. I didn't say a word, as if I had been cheated. "ah! Forget it, don't eat, don't eat! " I said gloomily.
When I was going to vote with my ticket, the fat man from Class 4 came and took my ticket. I can't help feeling heavy and tears welled up in my eyes.
"Let's go! Let's go! I said. After the rally, I went home with Meng Han and Hyun-ho.
Have fun at this food fair!
At the school gate in the early morning, in the cold wind and noise, our bus finally "greeted". We got on the bus in a hurry and it took us more than 20 minutes to reach our destination-the museum. Alas, alas, alas, how can I put it? I hate museums most in my life. I don't know why, but I hate them.
As soon as I went in, it was made of something that looked like a cane chair, and a piece of brocade was woven on it. After the commentator introduced it, he said that there were brocade in the Warring States period, but there were no patterns yet.
Cow! I nodded silently and praised it in my heart.
I have filtered out the following information about all the people who have been here. My Lord, I like showing off best, but it's a Mona Lisa-it still has no eyebrows, but the color is quite similar. In the last room, I noticed several looms. When I turned around, my God, even this one was so big! This one here is twice as big as those! They all came to a workshop with her. One by one, bigger machines shouted together, and at the same time, there was a smell. The lights here are dim, so I dare not look up. I always feel that I am in a nightmare, with strange monsters, dim lights, unpleasant smells, and those silent workers, "Boom! Hey! " The loom gave a strange cry in unison, which made me only have one thought-get out of here quickly!
After leaving here, even if our autumn outing was over, we still had lunch and played games on an open lawn somewhere in the West Lake. Finally, we walked half a circle around the West Lake, and we slowly returned to school.
The last sixth grade composition 9 made the long-awaited sports meeting finally begin. ...
I do warm-up exercises in an open space to prepare for the next triathlon high jump. Here we go. I'm a little weak and nervous. The first attempt was successful, but the second jump passed three times in a row and my ankle was sprained. I limped towards my classmates. Teachers and classmates surrounded me, teachers' caring greetings and classmates' kind encouragement made my strength accumulate bit by bit. The third time, I finally skipped it. I wanted to cry, but I held back. Then I succeeded every time. Finally, I won the fourth place in the triathlon.
My last race was the relay race. At first, our class fell behind two classes. Slowly, our class caught up. When I got the baton firmly, I ran at once. My opponent is getting farther and farther away from me. Listening to the sound of refueling not far away, I feel full of strength. Finally, our class won the first place in the grade group.
I know this sports meeting is the last sports meeting in my primary school days. I will always keep it in mind, remember everyone's fighting figure, and remember everyone's concern for me!
The last sixth grade composition 10 time flies, and in a blink of an eye, we ushered in the last spring outing in primary school-the anti-aircraft gun tour. Although the wind was strong, it did not stop us. After an hour's ride, we finally came to the anti-aircraft gun camp.
When we entered the anti-aircraft gun camp, we first visited the soldiers' canteen. The table in the canteen is spotless, and the chopsticks on the table are also clean. On the display screen on the wall, there are slogans such as "a grain, a thousand drops of sweat" to save food, warning people to cherish food. Next, we visited the soldier's bedroom. As soon as I entered, I was shocked: camouflage clothes and belts were neatly placed on the white sheets, and "tofu blocks" were stacked one by one. This "tofu block" is not a "tofu block", but a quilt folded by soldiers. These quilts are folded into cuboids, and even the edges and corners on the sides are 90 degrees! It seems that we saw our curiosity, and the soldiers also demonstrated the process of stacking "tofu blocks" for us, which opened my eyes.
In the process of spring outing, what impressed me the most was the rhythm of learning. When we came to the playground of the military camp, the soldiers first demonstrated the steps for us. The pace is uniform, almost like a person. The training began, and we were all eager to try, but the instructor just told us to stand at attention and stand still. There was nothing at first, but after a while, we couldn't hold on one by one, and our legs and feet were sore. The instructor was surprised to see that we had only stood for a while, which seemed impossible, but he still asked us to practice turning around first. After the twist practice, I finally started to step on it, but when I stepped on it, my steps were chaotic and I couldn't keep up with the rhythm. How much training and exposure the soldiers have to go through in order to do this! Thought of here, my heart can not help but have a little more respect for the soldiers, who spilled their blood in the dense phalanx and their youth on the green pitch!
The trip to the anti-aircraft artillery camp really made me linger!