The sixth grade composition 1 Spring has arrived, and the girl in spring quietly walks towards us with light steps, taking her child-Spring Rain. When I first arrived here, the naughty spring rain dolls were always busy. They look around and run around, making the earth wet after sleeping for a winter, becoming as gentle as before, emitting the fragrance of the earth.
Look! Spring rain fell on the grass, and the grass imprisoned for a winter leaned out of its round head, twisted its slender waist and opened its sleepy eyes. Spring rain falls in the garden, and those tired and powerless flowers greedily suck the sweet rain. In a flash, they immediately perked up and slowly opened their smiling faces. It began to rain in the bamboo garden, and small bamboo shoots emerged from the soil and bathed in the spring rain, all refreshed and straightened up like brave patriotic soldiers.
Rain dolls in spring smell the fragrance of spring, appreciate the vitality of nature and try their best to decorate Mother Earth. Wherever the spring rain goes, it becomes colorful and full of vitality. Pink peach blossoms, green grass, golden cauliflower ... "Wow, how beautiful my mother is!" " Spring rain and spring rain looked at all these changes, skipping happily and singing the song Tintin happily ... Knocking at the door ... "
I love spring, and I love the spring rain that is as expensive as oil.
My favorite tree is willow. When I think of willow, I think of He's well-known Tang poem "Singing Willow": Jasper is dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of moss hang down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. This poem describes that the green willow is carved into a piece of jasper, the drooping willow branches are like green silk tapestries, and the thin willow leaves are masterpieces cut by the spring breeze.
In spring, willow is the first tree to sprout. When there were only bare branches left in the buttonwood tree, the willow tree was awakened early by Miss Chun and put on a new "green coat". At first, from a distance, there was only a little hazy green on the willow branches, which was the bud that the willow had just issued. With the approaching of spring, the leaves of willows are getting longer and thinner. Seen from a distance, the original light green has now turned into a thick green tulle skirt.
In summer, the willow trees by the park lake are another beautiful scenery. The dense willows are like putting a green necklace on the lake. The breeze blew, and the willow branches swayed with the wind, just like a group of green fairies dancing. At this time, the song of cicada came from the tree: "cicada, cicada, better tomorrow, cicada, cicada, prosperous time!" " "Under the dense Liu Yin, someone is playing chess, someone is chatting and someone is fishing. Enjoy the shade of willow trees in summer, what a leisurely summer scenery!
I really like beautiful willows!
Every child has a mother who loves them.
They are hardworking and thrifty, and they are reluctant to buy a dress; Work hard and cook for us every morning; When we were sick, they sweated us to the hospital; When we do something wrong, they will earnestly tell us the truth of being a man; They are virtuous and virtuous, and they have become our role models in dealing with people. Maybe they are wordy, strict, harsh and stingy ... but they are wordy, caring for us, demanding of our poor self-control, demanding of our better growth, and stingy to let us know that life is not easy.
I have a mother who loves me very much One Sunday when it was raining cats and dogs, my mother sent me to a remedial class. She stayed outside until I finished my studies. After returning home, she sneezed several times in a row, and I knew she had a cold. Another time, the teacher asked us to copy twenty paragraphs from a text and recite them. In the evening, I did my homework late and my mother didn't sleep. She also cooked me a bowl of noodles and accompanied me to finish it. I remember going to my classmate's house for the night last month and forgetting to say hello to my mother. She cooks alone and sits at home waiting for me to eat. Later, I called her and told her that she was not angry either, but just said a few safe words to me.
She waited for me to go home, wait for me to grow up, and wait for me to understand her intentions towards me. Her love for me is selfless, warm and everywhere. Mom, I want to say to you: "Mom, I love you".
Sixth grade composition 4, Mid-Autumn Festival.
Night, very quiet! A full moon like a jade plate passes through the clouds, and the faint moonlight shines on the earth.
We ran to the roof with lanterns and candles. On the rooftop, the bright moonlight shines on the children's happy faces and looks very cute. We sat on the bench, enjoying the beautiful moonlight and tasting the delicious moon cakes. We were very happy. At this moment, a little girl came and sat on the bench and recorded this happy moment. The gentle moonlight shines on the little girl's quiet face and looks beautiful. Just as we were happy, a breeze blew and blew out the candles. We had to rekindle the candle.
The night gradually darkened, and people's laughter broke the silence of the night. The stars in the sky blinked naughtily, and the moon opened wide and looked kindly at the green grass, much like a polished silver plate.
The moon rises gradually, and she is dressed in white gauze, quiet and serene, gentle and generous. Her silver face, through the treetops, left a gentle smile. Ah, how beautiful the scenery of the stars holding the moon is, how much like a mother telling a story to her children, and the children are intoxicated.
How beautiful the night of Mid-Autumn Festival is, which left a deep impression on me.
Sixth grade composition 5 Goo Goo ... Hungry? Ok, then come with me to that future restaurant. Everything there is super delicious and super healthy. Don't believe it? If you don't believe me, try there. The service there is also first-class.
Hey! There is no need to order in the ordering hall here. Can't you see there is a computer on the desk? Its internal chip stores a cookbook, which guests can use to order. Sit in a comfortable chair and order. How convenient! Unlike other restaurants, we have to go to the ordering hall to order food, which makes the ordering hall crowded with people.
Do you want to know who cooked this delicious dish? Well, of course, it's a high-tech product-a fast cooking machine. There are hundreds of cooking methods in its chip, so it can cook hundreds of dishes. And because there are hundreds of dishes in the menu, it will choose ingredients at the food preparation place according to the menu entered by the guests, and let the guests eat whatever they want according to the program design.
Wow! Here comes the food. It smells good! The robot that just served food is a common waiter robot in this restaurant. It can quickly deliver the food prepared by the cooking machine to us. Do you see those two wheels? Can reach the speed of the car at the earliest, awesome!
Are you full? Okay, let's-let's go check it out. Do you know what kind of machine this is? This is an automatic cash register. It can automatically collect money and check money. If I want your change, it will be returned to you automatically. If someone wants to leave without paying, it will hold him back.
This restaurant functions well!
I am a quiet girl. When I have a rest, other students always run to the playground like a caged bird, sweating like a pig, but I like to sit quietly in my seat, reading or writing.
Perhaps it is determined by my personality, and the books I read have become my internal accumulation. Many words and sentences have been deeply imprinted in my mind, and they will always be handy to write. Perhaps it is for this reason that I have a soft spot for writing.
I remember when I was in the third grade, the school held the first composition competition, and five students in each class participated. Fortunately, I was selected by the Chinese teacher to take part in the composition competition with four other students in my class. Happily, I didn't live up to my teacher's expectations, nor did I live up to my daily efforts. I won the third place in the composition contest. Although this ranking is not the best, it is enough to prove that my usual efforts are not in vain, and the books I read on weekdays are not a waste of time. This competition gave me great encouragement and confidence, which made me love writing more in the future.
Although I am now in the sixth grade, and the pressure of entering a higher school is heavy, all subjects have to spend enough time trying to achieve the desired score, but I will still spend a small part of my time continuing to contact writing. I hope writing will accompany me all my life.
People say, "Teachers are gardeners, and we are the flowers in the hands of gardeners." The teacher has been watering us!
My Chinese teacher has long legs and wears a pair of glasses. She looks very handsome! However, I won't say much about the hairstyle. My bare scalp glowed golden in the sun. He is sometimes humorous, sometimes severe, sometimes funny, sometimes ...
I remember one time, Mr. Shao was correcting homework. I just wanted to have a look, but I didn't expect to find it ... I asked strangely, "Mr. Shao, why is there a mole under your eye?" Do you know what Mr. Shao said? Let me tell you something! Teacher Shao smiled and replied: "I don't know, I don't think it should grow here, it should grow on my ass." The onlookers laughed and I was shocked. It took me a long time to react.
I remember another time, I was deeply impressed by the severity of Mr. Shao. In class, a student quietly plays the harmonica. Miss Shao went over and snatched the harmonica from him. He hit his head hard, fell to the ground and threw it into the trash can. The sound was like a landslide, and the students were dumbfounded in an instant. ...
Need to open the door, you are a key to open the door of knowledge for us!
Flowers and trees slowly wake up in the arms of winter mother, who leaves us day by day. Here comes the beautiful little angel.
That's Miss Chun! Spring girl has brought us a season of flowers blooming and everything reviving. Ah! Miss Chun, you are so beautiful! As soon as Miss Chun spoke, all the flowers and trees were ready to meet her. In the wild, the mountains are green, the water is green, and the winding roads are covered with grass. Pink peach blossoms are covered with branches and look good in an instant. Willow sprouted, looking from a distance, like a little girl's braid, swaying with the spring breeze. Pear trees and apricot trees are all in bloom, and the flowers are full of branches. You won't let me, and I won't let you, scrambling. Red as fire and white as snow. It's really beautiful. Some animals also join in the fun. Butterflies are flying in the air. Pigeons and swallows are the accompaniment of butterflies, and flowers and trees are the accompaniment of butterflies. Spring is really a world of flowers and a paradise for birds! All this adds some color and vitality to spring. Children are also in this beautiful season, running and noisy, like birds. In the sun, they became the happiest notes in spring. Here is the season like flowers, and it is a beautiful season. Let's enjoy the spring brought by the little angel Miss Chun. Ah! Beautiful little angel-spring
I love you!
The annual Lantern Festival is coming again. To celebrate the Lantern Festival, people all over the country are popular to set off fireworks. This year's Lantern Festival is no exception. My father bought me 100 yuan fireworks. This 100 yuan can buy a lot of fireworks, including two "all over the sky stars" worth 25 yuan, two boxes of "fluorescent lines", a row of "little bees", three bags of "small rockets" and ...
On the night of Lantern Festival, people come and go in the street, and the flow is endless, so crowded; The sky is filled with smoke and colorful. Watching everyone set off fireworks, I couldn't wait to take out a "starry sky" and light its fuse. I soon saw fireworks flying into the air, and the colorful flowers exploded all over the floor, and people around me kept cheering "Wow! How beautiful! " I feel very proud at this time.
Then, with more and more people, I picked up the "little rocket" with more excitement. I heard a whoosh and went straight to the clouds, and then fell with a bang.
Suddenly, a "Kongming Lantern" floated slowly, and people around it stared at it as if praying: "Kongming Lantern illuminates my future!"
Late at night, the crowd in the street gradually dispersed, and I went home with my parents.
I like trees. Among all kinds of trees, my favorite is not precious Cycas, nor Chang Qingsong, but an ordinary and unknown tree-willow.
Beautiful willow, your willow branches hang over your shoulders like your mother's long hair and dance; Your willow leaves are like your fingers, and Sandy is slender, but I wonder why your fingers are born in your hair, like an alien.
Beautiful willow, you are still a magical magician! Sister Chun is here. There are many green bags on your bare branches, like green mushrooms painted by naughty children. How cute! Brother Xia is here, and your little mushroom is suddenly green and long. A ring with hair on it. Hey, it's cooler than wearing a sun hat! Autumn mother came with a basket. You changed from lovely green to beautiful gold, and even the ground had a little golden shadow! Grandpa Dong with a silver beard came on crutches. You have no hair, you are bald and not very beautiful, but I know that you are breeding new little mushrooms and new life! At this time, we are the happiest. We have everything to make snowmen and have snowball fights. You can be of great use in snowball fights, hiding behind you and not afraid of being beaten by others. Haha, you are our protector!
Willow, I like you!
Sixth grade composition 1 1 It rains a lot during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy shocked Xinghua Village.
The sky is gloomy, and the light rain falls on the earth like a wisp of silk, weaving endless green land and endless green carpet. The whole land is green and the grave is quiet. Pines and cypresses on both sides are spreading green branches and leaves, greedily sucking the spring rain and dew, guarding the grave, although there are beautiful scenery and flowers everywhere.
Mom, dad and several relatives set candles, incense tables, snacks and fruits for sacrifice. Dad also set off firecrackers and fireworks beside the tomb. My mother also silently lit a bag of paper money in a yellow bag, and it suddenly burst into flames. I gently touched grandpa's tombstone and remembered the rice and soup that grandpa's rough big hand brought me. Kind eyes pay attention to my growth every day, and my heart is like a five-flavor bottle. I felt sore all over, tears swirled in my eyes, and finally I cried and let them flow down!
I silently said to my grandfather in my heart, "Grandpa, rest in peace!" " I must study hard at this time. Fulfill your expectations of me and serve my country. "
When people bid farewell to the last ray of sunshine of the old year with attachment, the bell of the New Year bears the historical mission, and rings on time in the alternation of day and night, riding the mighty east wind, with longing, with dreams, with blessings and with new hopes. Its sonorous voice resounded through the land of China in an instant, and its footsteps were full of expectations for the old year. It naturally came in the process of facing the new call. ...
The New Year's bell is the first ray of sunshine in the eastern dawn, the first beautiful note played at the beginning of the new year, and the grand ceremony of the new morning. Melodious bells, like the tunnel of spring thunder crossing time and space, spread all over the country and resounded through Wan Li. It heralds the auspicious beginning of another cycle, it brings people jubilant smiles, and it shows a dawn full of dreams and hopes in front of people.
Looking forward to listening to the New Year's bell, as if the footsteps of spring are coming lightly to us, into our beautiful life and into the other side of our ideal; It seems that we are changing and depicting the blueprint of the motherland with unprecedented courage, so that we can feel that the restored countryside is changing in our dreams.
Composition 13 when I was in the sixth grade, I often heard some students say that they had a headache when writing a composition, and they always felt that they had nothing to say and didn't know what to write. Me too? Sometimes, although I can barely write an article, it is always not vivid, concrete and fleeting.
But when I read more composition books, gradually, I am no longer afraid of writing.
There is an old saying in China: "Reading is like breaking thousands of books, and writing is like being a god." The experience of the ancients shows that reading has a great influence on writing.
Pay attention to reading. There are so many books in the world. For us, some books are good, but not necessarily readable; Some books are read, but they are not necessarily beneficial. We should read books suitable for our age.
But if I study as before, it would be a big mistake.
Every time I read a book before, I just finished reading it. You can't see the essence of the article, and you can't see the writing technique of the article. Reading in this way is tantamount to reading in vain and has no effect on reading. Now, I have my own way of reading: every time I read a book, I take some notes, ask questions, read it over and over again, and then answer it; Then write a paragraph according to the content expressed in the article, and finally write the central idea.
There are more books to read intensively, and writing a composition will naturally be a stroke of genius.
Students, this is my experience between reading and writing.
Civilized behavior is a small step for everyone. If everyone can be civilized, it will make our society a big step forward. Civilization seems easy to some people, but it is more difficult to do. Sometimes civilization is the thickness of a piece of paper, sometimes it is a few centimeters or dozens of centimeters away, and sometimes it is a gesture. ...
In fact, many people can be civilized. For example, when they take the bus and see the elderly, the sick and the disabled give up their seats, they take the initiative to buy tickets when they get on the bus. Some young people put the melon seeds they eat in small convenient bags and throw them into the dustbin after eating; There are many drivers who don't run red lights, overspeed and drink and drive ... in fact, civilization is all around us.
Very few people can't abide by civilization, such as swearing in public places and fighting; Littering, spitting and spitting are particularly serious. On the one hand, it pollutes the environment, on the other hand, sputum contains some pathogens, which is the chief culprit in spreading diseases. It is very dangerous to run a red light at will. Speeding is the reason why many people die in car accidents. Instead of this, it is better to obey the traffic rules.
Civilization is like this, "people who love others will always love others;" People who respect others will always respect others. " "Don't use small evils, don't use small goodness".
Let's start from the daily small things, start from ourselves, and start from every movement around us.
Sixth grade composition 15 I believe that every student knows the composition, but not necessarily how to write it, which makes every primary school student very upset: every exam has a composition, but sometimes there is nowhere to write, and if it is not well written, it will be deducted. Everyone wants to write well, but how can we write well? Actually, I don't know.
My composition and I don't know each other-I ignore it and it ignores me. When I was writing, it didn't give me any hints, which led to my teacher deducting more than ten points for nothing. When I got home, my father always scolded me. Really annoying! Every time because of it, my grades drop, and so does my grades. My parents and teachers watch over me strictly and educate me: my parents don't want me to do anything but improve my grades; The teacher also tutored me and wanted to improve my grades. Which teacher doesn't want his students to be excellent?
The teacher said that if you want to improve your grades, you must study hard; Read more books and read good books; Write a good composition during the exam. I ... me and it, it's not good at all. But the teacher added: "Nothing is difficult in the world, I'm afraid there is a will."
From then on, I often read other students' compositions or choose compositions, and also read other books, memorize good words and sentences, and try to make friends with compositions. In fact, I really did it! Really answered the teacher's words: nothing is difficult in the world, nothing is impossible to a willing mind.
I am getting closer and closer to my composition. I hope that one day, my composition and I can become inseparable friends.