A composition written by a sixth-grade writer is 300 words 1 Mr. Huang is the head teacher and Chinese teacher of our class.
In the class, someone said, "Miss Huang is a serious and fierce teacher."
Someone said, "Miss Huang is gentle, beautiful and smart."
But in my opinion, Miss Huang is a clean, sometimes strong and sometimes fragile teacher.
Once, the strong teacher Huang in my eyes cried. It was because our class had a fight. Some people think that fighting among primary school students is not news. Is it necessary to cry? However, friends, you are all wrong. This matter was known to the whole school, and parents all pointed at Mr. Huang. At that moment, I was so sad. It is also because our average test score is the lowest in the grade, but we hate iron and don't produce steel. She has been crying on the podium, and the classroom is quiet and a little scary. It was not until the school bell rang that she whispered "School is over" and walked out of the classroom. Teacher Huang sobbed in the corridor.
Next semester, Miss Huang will go to Shenzhen. I want to say to Miss Huang, "I will miss you".
By the way, her name is Huang Na.
In a cold winter, an old man pushed a car and shouted, "candied haws, delicious candied haws!" " "
Time has left a deep mark on his face. Like bark, he skillfully made a delicious candied haws, and a pair of loving eyes made people feel much more intimate. One day I made an appointment with the old man to make me candied haws tomorrow. Who knows that when it rained heavily, when I passed by after school, I found that there was no one in the booth today. I thought grandpa wouldn't come, but just as I was about to leave, my grandfather's kind voice came from my ear, "wait a minute, little girl." When I looked back, I saw my grandfather coming, holding a wrapped sugar-coated gourd and an umbrella and handing it to me, and said to me, "Sorry, little girl, I'm late." Suddenly a warm current flowed through my whole body, and grandpa's loving eyes were deeply engraved in my heart, which I will never forget.
It is because of his loving eyes that he added a touch of warmth to this cold winter.
Sixth-grade students write 300 words 3 "thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for her wayward son's body." Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " This poem not only shows the mother's kindness to her children, but also praises her greatness.
A mother's love for her children is beyond expression. My mother is chubby, not very tall, with long hair and crow's feet on her face. Maybe she has grown up because she cares about me.
When I was eight years old, I suddenly had a high fever. It's already ten o'clock at night. I am sleepy and uncomfortable, and I don't want to go. But my mother was afraid that I would get sick and forced me to go. I have to go. The small clinic at the gate was closed, and my mother took me to the big hospital. Along the way, I heard my mother's shortness of breath, and I also touched the tears on her cold face. It was the first time I saw my mother crying since I was a child, and I had an indescribable feeling in my heart. After I got well, my mother asked me what I wanted to eat every day, and she cooked it for me.
Mother has a small "shortcoming", that is, she loves to "nag". For example, I took part in the skipping competition that time. I am very tired at school. At home, I can only listen to my mother's nagging, "why don't you practice that?" You have to dance more for me than and are noisy, otherwise, I don't care if you don't dance well and are disturbed by the teacher. " Or: As soon as I got home after school, my mother said, "Hurry up and do your homework. When you're done, check it yourself. Let me check when you're done. "
Look, this is my mother. What's your mother like? Tell me quickly!
Since I was born, I have worshipped many people, but the person I admire most is my mother.
My mother has always cared about me. This morning, I woke up from a beautiful dream, rubbed my eyes and looked at the alarm clock. "Ah, it's 7: 20, and I'm going to be late." I shouted. I smacked, accidentally stepped on the cup and fell on my back. I got up immediately, went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face, and then "flew" down, rushed into the kitchen and took two steamed buns and took a random bite. Mom saw it and smiled and said, "Son, you are in a hurry." I said anxiously, "I'm going to be late, and you still gloat." Mother slowly filled the rice and took it leisurely to cool it. Suddenly, I heard an "ah" voice and ran to have a look. It turned out that my mother's hand was burned. I quickly asked, "Mom, are you okay?" Mom said, "Look at you, I'm cold with you. Mom is fine. " Mother carefully put the rice in the water and took it out from time to time to blow and taste it again. She shook her head as if it still didn't work. After a while, she tasted it again and nodded happily. She bit me and I wolfed it down. Today's meal is so sweet, because I understand my mother's love from it.
Mother's love is so great. Mom, your love is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea. You are the person I admire most. I love you, and I will repay you in the future.
Half of the new semester has passed, and my deskmate has changed several times, but what impressed me most is sitting with Xinyu and Liu Ge.
Maybe it's fate. Xinyu and I didn't communicate much, but when we sat together, we communicated more and became good friends. She and I are both crazy, who "bully" Liu Ge, but Liu Ge is not easy to mess with. Once, we stood behind Liu Ge furtively with scissors, ready to help him "cut his hair", but he moved around and couldn't cut it. Suddenly, we shook, the scissors slipped, and helped Liu Ge cut a large piece of hair on the back of his head, which was bald, but he didn't realize that we were sitting in the same place gloating. We followed him at lunch. He saw others laughing at him. He scratched the back of his head. I don't know what happened. He just scratched our bald head. He ran upstairs to look in the mirror, and we followed. He took a photo and couldn't help saying, "I'm so handsome." We can't help vomiting. He found us, patted his hair and said, "Did you do it?" "No, it isn't." We said, but we were soon caught and ran away. He shouted, "Stop!" "
Haha, he was teased by us, haha ~
Growing up, we will meet many teachers in our life. These teachers have their own characteristics, some are gentle, some are serious and some are humorous. ...
My favorite teacher is our Chinese teacher, Miss Guan. The teacher has been with us since the fifth grade. The teacher is very beautiful, of medium height, with a slim figure, long black hair, sometimes a shawl, sometimes a pair of masson pine, and a pair of kind and bright eyes embedded under the curved eyebrows.
The teacher is a gentle and careful person, and treats us like our own children, which makes us feel very kind. The teacher speaks so vividly that the students all like to attend her class. The teacher is meticulous and responsible for our study. Every assignment will be marked and checked, and problems will be carefully explained when found. The students respect her very much.
If we don't behave well in our study, the teacher will get angry occasionally. A few days ago, when we were in the last text, a classmate who didn't listen carefully was seen by the teacher, and he was furious and severely criticized because it was rare to see the teacher so angry. At that time, we were also shocked. After that, the teacher continued the class, and the students' wonderful answers made the teacher feel very satisfied.
Miss Guan, our Chinese teacher, I will never forget you.
My mother is 32 years old and her height is 1.58 meters. She teaches Chinese in the sixth grade. She has long hair, big eyes and a tall nose. She is very strict with my study.
I remember once, when I finished writing my pen, I felt very beautiful. I thought to myself, "My mother will definitely praise me when she sees my handwriting this time." My heart is full of sweetness. Unexpectedly, my mother came over and looked at my handwriting. Without saying anything, she tore up the handwriting that I spent a long time writing. I was very angry in my heart: "Really, I actually tore up the words I wrote about 1 hour." This is, I can't say the grievances in my stomach. My eyes are full of tears. But looking at my mother's serious face, I had to pick up a pen and write again. It was not until my handwriting was praised by the teacher that I realized that my mother tore up some beautiful words for my own good, to make my handwriting more beautiful, rather than criticizing my poor handwriting.
My mother is also very concerned about my life. Whenever I get sick, my mother is very anxious, hoping that the disease will grow on her.
This is my mother, a mother who is strict with my study and very concerned about my life!
There is a troublemaker in our family, that is, my cousin Bao Bao. Speaking of his practical jokes, it is necessary. Next, I'll tell you his interesting story!
He is a super imitation show: his grandmother has some problems with her legs and back, so she always walks with her back hunched, but? The baby thinks it's ridiculous. He hunched his back and turned the golden hoop, but he didn't forget the sentence: "Hey, hey, ouch". What's more, his father sometimes drinks stagger, but what about him? And stagger, just like playing drunken boxing. Do you think he is naughty or not?
Another time, his father was going to bed. He is a troublemaker, sitting directly on his father's neck. Then he said softly, "Dad, open your mouth." His father was confused for a moment, so he spoke, and then he peed directly in his father's mouth. Later, his father was going to throw up. Finally, he went to tell his mother and said, "Mom, he didn't drink. He went to throw up." Everyone is very happy.
Once, I went to his house to play and saw his toy gun. Then I thought it was funny and shot him. He is still very cooperative. "Badji" sat on the ground and looked at his handsome appearance. I couldn't help laughing.
Said he was naughty. He is really naughty. You see, he's funny again now. What's your cousin like? Share it with everyone!
Besides my parents, grandpa loves me the most. He is as ordinary as other people's grandfathers: they all have silver hair, wrinkled face, but kind and vicissitudes.
My grandfather is a cleaner, and his salary is very small. When I was young, I always asked him why he did such a job. But every time grandpa always calmly answered my question: "This detergent is very important. I have cleaned up the rubbish in the street. Children your age will feel comfortable when they see clean streets when they go to school. " I nodded puzzled.
Once my grandfather and I swept the floor at home. I used to sweep the big garbage, but the small ones never did, because I thought it was very troublesome to sweep like that. Grandpa found my problem and said to me, "Niu Niu, grandpa told you that you should treat everything with meticulous attitude." Only in this way can we form good habits. You should learn from camels and keep calm. You will never worry about it. Walking slowly will always arrive, chewing slowly will always be full. "I looked up at grandpa, his face is no longer kind, but serious. I have realized my mistake and swept the floor again. This time I'm obviously much more serious than last time. At this time, grandpa showed a gratified smile.
My grandfather is an ordinary man, but he is the greatest in my mind.
Sixth grade writer's composition 300 words 10 maternal love
No one in the world loves me more than my mother.
When I was still sleeping in bed in the morning, my mother got up early and prepared a delicious breakfast for our family. There are delicious steamed bread, delicious and nutritious millet porridge, and crisp cucumber pickles pickled by mom. ...
When it was nap time, my mother gave up nap time to practice the piano with me. Although my mother doesn't know much about piano, she still studies piano music seriously. When I made a mistake, my mother didn't scold me, but helped me analyze the cause of the mistake.
After dinner, my mother will accompany me to review my lessons after tidying up the dishes and chopsticks. When I encounter a difficult problem, my mother always guides me step by step to find the answer. Sometimes my mother and I disagree on the answer, and we will argue with each other.
My mother stays up late at night to check my study materials. I remember one night at 1 1, when I got up at night, I saw my mother still checking my study materials.
Mom loves me so much, can I not study hard?