In daily study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following are nine sixth-grade footprint compositions I have compiled for you, hoping to help you.

I sat at the window, listening to the rain, staring at this pile of notebooks, rosters, awards ... and lost my mind. ...

Carrying a big schoolbag, I stand alone in this huge school. People come and go around, this is a famous school! Little I want to leave my footprints on this big stage.

The results of the first monthly exam came out, and I was not even in the mood to cry. I keep comforting myself that "this is a famous school, and it is not so easy to do well in the exam", but I am lonely to learn that all the students in Class Three are the first in grade.

Until I read her article, "I thought I could run faster if I left my pride on my head. I was really making excuses for myself." I suddenly woke up to something, my hesitation and hesitation in this huge campus vanished, and I constantly strengthened my belief-6A!

I don't know when I got an English notebook in my pocket, and I got a review material when I ate bread at noon. I got into the habit of reading more geometry questions before going to bed, and I don't know when I left my footprints in class. ...

Glancing at the red award in the corner of my eye, I unconsciously raised a smile at my mouth.

Look! This time, I rushed to host the New Year's Eve party with great interest, and the audience was full of joy.

Here! This one, standing in the audience, is full of colorful light, standing on the stage that I have been longing for for for a long time.

I came to my senses and put things away carefully. Looking back on my dribs and drabs in Zhuqing Lake, those footprints with different shades will be the most precious memories in my future life. That's my growing footprint.

Sixth grade footprint composition 2 Spring has finally arrived. Laughing between heaven and earth, how brilliant it is. The smell of winter has not yet dispersed, but buds have grown on both sides of the road. I am very surprised that there is such vitality in this world.

In this season, people can obviously feel the warm breath, which is the season to wake up everything. The earth rubs sleepy eyes, the river rises and the sun turns red. Delicate and lovely green leaves, small and thin. From a distance, a little green is like a little bud. That little bit of winter jasmine, like colorful crystals, always reminds me of a string of delicious, sweet and watery purple grapes. They are small, but inside, they contain the whole spring. I often feel that I am a grass, always enjoying the maternal love and strength given by the land. Although it is cold in spring, there is still a faint light yellow wherever it is. The children came out to play and chase, walking on cotton and green grass with the soft wind brought by teacher Chun. Teacher Chun's delicate little hand caressed our cheeks, like her mother, giving us gentle care and dispelling the depression in our hearts. At this moment, I deeply felt the comfort and coolness of the spring breeze, which was intoxicating. This is just a beautiful spring, and everything is reviving!

The park is full of flowers and smells fragrant. Walking in the bright spring makes people feel happy. Spring is warm.

At this time, all the flowers, plants and creatures between heaven and earth began to slowly recover. Because there is a force called life flowing slowly, dyeing all the creatures that have not recovered, so that they finally wake up from a deep sleep. The old leaves on the willow tree have been floating on the dust for a year, which makes them look weaker and older, not to mention carefree and elegant. But above the old leaves, there is a bright green-that is a new leaf. That weak life burns unscrupulously in the weak sunshine of spring. Green water, blue sky and several long white clouds make up this beautiful picture-spring.

"Mom, mom, hurry up!" My sister and I shouted happily, waiting for my mother to take us to climb the mountain in that beautiful park. In the process of climbing the mountain, we saw a lot of winter jasmine along the way. They open their hearts to each other and want to leave their beautiful faces in the world. I seem to be in the world of flowers, and these scenes make us excited. We always like to pick those beautiful flowers, and we are as busy as a bee. We ran in front and mom followed. Keep shouting: "You two run slowly, and Mom walks slowly." Looking at mother's panting, we couldn't help laughing. Back home, we took out the most beautiful vase, inserted flowers and decorated it. In this way, we can see the beautiful winter jasmine in an instant. Put it on the windowsill, just like a vivid and charming painting, which makes people intoxicated.

The deep affection of the land for the grass is not only a steady stream of nutrients, but also the hard work behind it. It's like grass that has been pulled up by people wandering in unknown land.

This spring has given me too many feelings, too many reasons and too many ideas. I'll supplement a lot of knowledge that is not in the textbook. My heart is as sweet as eating dates.

Although this spring is sometimes cloudy and sometimes sunny, which makes people feel strange, it reveals vitality everywhere, and even the cold can't cover up the tension of life.

This spring is different from before.

I am looking forward to the autumn outing. This time we are going to have a picnic in Qilin Mountain! This makes me feel full of expectations.

As soon as we arrived at the picnic place, we gave out exclamations one after another: "Wow-wow-wow ……" Excited voices came one after another, because the scene in front of us was really amazing: all the stone tables were filled with dazzling ingredients. There are bright red tomatoes, crystal clear shrimps and emerald vegetables ... it makes people eager to see them.

Under the teacher's command, all the groups began to get busy. Wash the pot and burn the fire, in short, each has its own things, everyone is busy, and they are trying to burn a series of delicacies.

"Grilled shrimp, grilled shrimp, grilled shrimp!" I don't know who shouted, and then Mo Qiong poured the shrimp into the pot. Alas, we novices in cooking suddenly realized at the last minute that we forgot to add water to the boiled shrimp! "Hurry up and add water!" Zhang Jinyu jumped up and down in a hurry, simply helped himself, adding water cup after cup. "Yi yi yi? Our star has a big question mark. How can shrimp paste when there is water? " "No matter, it's out of the pot, don't be out of the pot, the shrimp is going to rot!" Guo Xiaoyu waved heroically, like a Jianghu son and daughter. That's right. Have a picnic, let it go, why do you have to tie your hands behind your back? Unfortunately, shrimp was born to be our experiment.

Eggplant with minced meat, ready to burn. The oil fell and the fire flared up. Why does Zhang Jinyu, who serves food, put on a cucumber face? I rushed to Zhang Jinyu and urged, "Put the minced meat down quickly!" "How can I put it?" Zhang Jinyu is still at a loss in the fog. "Grab it by hand." Aside Guo Xiaoyu see not bottom go to, quickly make any noise warning, "ah? Grab it by hand? " Zhang Jinyu was dumbfounded. Whatever! I put my heart in the horizontal direction and directly grabbed handfuls of minced meat with my hands. Alas, my hands are covered with bloody gas. Sticky, sticky, I quickly picked up a shovel and fried the eggplant. Unexpectedly, I only fired a few times, and the wind kept blowing cigarettes around me. I had to transfer this heroic task to Mo Qiong. Pour in eggplant and add water. I, an out-of-touch kitchen killer, feel helpless in the face of a plate of eggplant. I seem to have poured too much soy sauce. At sixes and sevens, a plate of eggplant with bad color and smell turned into a plate of black food!

Maybe the teacher Tong on the side can't stand it. He personally went into battle and taught us to cook. All the members of our group are in high spirits, after all, they can eat the dishes cooked by Mr. Tong himself! After a while, kelp bean sprouts, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, braised hairtail ... plates of delicious dishes were placed on the table.

Dinner is ready! We all wolfed down. In the blink of an eye, scrambled eggs with tomatoes disappeared. Braised wing tips are gone, tribute pills and celery are gone, and only the fruits of your own labor are the sweetest.

Unconsciously, Miss Chun quietly came to the world with the joy of drizzle. Father Lei also sounded the long-lost drum, as if welcoming Miss Chun. Spring is the season when everything revives. Spring girl walks lightly and awakens the animals and plants that have been sleeping for a winter. Miss Chun came to the river and stroked the bare wicker with soft hands. Soon, the yellow leaves on the wicker were pulled out. Seen from a distance, the tall and straight wicker looks like a slim girl. Miss Chun came to a yellow meadow again, so she gently sprinkled the breath of spring. Suddenly, the grass poked out of the ground and looked at the world curiously.

The grass suddenly took on a new look, just like wearing a green coat. It's beautiful. Not to be outdone, the little flowers opened one after another. A breeze blew, and the little flower swayed its beautiful body. The faint fragrance attracted hardworking bees and beautiful butterflies, who danced around the flowers, adding bright patterns to the green coat of the earth. Miss Chun keeps walking, walking and walking. She saw the hibernating frog in the field, so Miss Chun woke the sleeping frog with her magical "magic" and the frog began to sing loudly with a unique voice that only she could understand. The frog's cry woke up the bird. Suddenly, the earth became lively, "Ji Ji Ji", and the bird also sang a wonderful "song", flying from branches here to branches there at once, adding a lot of vitality to the earth. Miss chun walked like this. She traveled all over the earth. In the place where Miss Chun walked, a vibrant scene immediately appeared, that is, the footprints left by Miss Chun!

Spring has come, and every corner of the earth is full of the breath of spring, leaving its footprints. Look at the yellow leaves of wicker. Seen from a distance, the tall wicker looks like a slim girl. You see, the grass also woke up from a deep sleep, leaned out of its little green head and looked at the world curiously. The grass suddenly took on a new look, just like wearing a green coat, very beautiful. "Ji Ji Ji, Ji Ji" The birds sang a cheerful "Song of Spring" with passion.

We feel the breath of spring and bathe in the sunshine of spring, and our hearts begin to ripple with the surge of spring. Today, we are going to the bamboo forest to find the footprints of spring-bamboo shoots that have not yet sprouted. Walking happily like spring, humming a little song of spring, we came to the depths of a bamboo forest. The air of bamboo forest is filled with the fragrance of bamboo leaves, with the chill of winter and the breath of spring. On the land covered with a thick layer of bamboo leaves, some bamboo shoots have grown a little sharp heads, and some have grown slender. I really marvel at the sensitive "sense of smell" and tenacious "fighting power" of this bamboo shoot.

Looking at this attractive bamboo forest full of mountains and imagining the crisp and delicious taste of spring bamboo shoots, we all began to look for its target-spring bamboo shoots that have not yet emerged. Alas, thick bamboo leaves are loosely covered on the soil, and there is no trace of bamboo shoots at all. I really doubt whether the bamboo shoots are asleep, but look at the bamboo shoots that have grown, and I deny my doubt.

Seeing that others have harvested a few bamboo shoots, but I have found nothing, I am extremely anxious, thinking: Does this bamboo shoot smell me and deliberately avoid me, otherwise, how can I never find bamboo shoots? So I changed my strategy, instead of sweeping the floor like thunder, I "swept" all the bamboo leaves covered on the carpet. After unremitting efforts, I finally saw sharp bamboo shoots, and I quickly took out a small hoe to dig. Although the head of the bamboo shoot was seen, the soil wrapped the bamboo shoot tightly, so it was not easy to dig out the whole bamboo shoot completely. It's hard to know, but I'm still very happy. I thought: This bamboo shoot must be very big. We have to dig it up. We can also stew bamboo shoots when we go back to cook bamboo shoot soup. It must be delicious ! I found some classmates and we started digging together. One by one, we held our breath and dug hard, and crystal sweat fell from our cheeks. Digging deeper, digging more energetic, digging more happy. Slowly, a whole bamboo shoot finally showed its true colors. Looking at the "white fat" body of bamboo shoots, we all laughed from ear to ear, holding the dug bamboo shoots and shouting loudly: "We dug it out, dug it out."

The whole bamboo forest echoed with our happy laughter and shouts. ...

Spring brings us warmth and hope. "A year's plan lies in spring." When we feel beautiful spring, don't forget to sow spring and hope for the next year.

The life of six people will not be smooth sailing, and there are always many bumps waiting for you. Life is like a journey, along the way, setbacks have honed us again and again, and it is a stumbling block to the soles of our feet that makes our growth footprint firmer and longer.

The road to growth is like surging waves, full of twists and turns, joy and helplessness. It is happiness that adds some bright colors to it, but it is difficulty that makes it no longer monotonous. With the spur of difficulties and setbacks, our life will be more exciting. Occasionally, I will look out the window, see the lawn withered and green outside the window, and see the clouds rolling in the sky. When I grow up, my mood will slowly return to peace. The past is lingering, some things are too dull to get, but some things are still vivid.

At that time, I was about to graduate, and I was particularly nervous about my studies. The junior high school exam is like a stone, which makes me breathless. I finally looked forward to a May Day holiday to "have a rest" and be crazy, but "joy begets sorrow". I fell ill shortly after the holiday and couldn't go to school for nearly two weeks. Hang three bottles of water every day and watch your homework while hanging by the water. I often fight to 1 1 at night and look at the old and new overlapping pinholes on my hands. My mother was ambivalent and anxious, so distressed that tears fell. There were so many classes that I was not admitted to the reporter's exam in Mei later, and my study and psychological pressure were really great. When the students get together to discuss what middle school to go to, I just keep silent, but secretly compete with myself. I said to myself: I am not the smartest, but I can be the hardest. A passage in the Chinese textbook encourages me very much: "There are always many bumpy roads in a person's life. As long as there is an unbreakable belief in difficulties, the light of hope will dispel the clouds of despair. " It is the difficulty that gives me motivation and urges me to catch up. In order to catch up with the way my classmates dumped me, I study harder in class and spend more time on my study than others every day. Many things happen. In the end, I not only achieved excellent results, but also got into the beautiful China that I yearned for wholeheartedly.

In the sixth grade, the head teacher ordered a book for each student, named "Footprints of Growth". Every time we get an excellent grade in the exam, finish a satisfactory homework and do a trivial good deed, the teacher will leave a small footprint on the winding path in the book. She hopes that when we are about to graduate, we will leave a beautiful childhood memory, and each step will go more steadily and further. .................................................................... reminds me of the footprints covered by the teacher and the approving eyes in her eyes when I got the top three good grades; I also remembered the time when I picked up the soda bottles kicked by my classmates on the campus lawn and threw them into the trash can, as well as the little footprints covered by the teacher and her mother's loving smile. ................................................................................................................................

Looking back at the footprints that disappeared in the distance, I thought a lot and seemed to understand a lot. From now on, let me make every step under my feet more stable, farther and more solid.

At the door of the classroom, the most attractive thing is the cultural display column with students' works on it. This thing is available in every classroom, but the content displayed is different. The teacher in our class set the theme as the footprint of growth. Yes, six years of primary school life, along the way, how many ups and downs, from the sour understanding, taste growth, who can not gain? Those exquisite works are the best testimony.

That day, the teacher handed out a blank sheet of paper, and everyone rushed to start work. I'm also thinking about what to use as the background. Just as I was racking my brains, I suddenly had a flash of light, and a beautiful picture of a little girl blowing bubbles came into my mind. Bubbles? Yes, use this! With bubbles flying all over the sky as the background, you can write in the middle of the bubbles. The theme is colorful childhood. I can't help but feel glad for my idea, so I began to draw a lovely dress girl in a small corner, blow bubbles, and then draw bubbles of different sizes on two-thirds of the drawing, and then set up a few extra-large bubbles for writing, and then write the title in cursive font to add some background. This is the tick mark. Then copy, the teacher said, you can write your own honor. Of course, I have to think about it. For six years, I have won countless honors. Three good students, excellent compositions, intra-school competitions ... suddenly there is a feeling that I am a monopolist. Finally, color, carefully write my name in a corner, complete! I still feel good about myself.

Soon, these paintings were selected by teachers and posted in classrooms or exhibition columns, which also attracted the attention of many students. After class, I also watched it excitedly, and I couldn't help but marvel at the creativity of my classmates. Some backgrounds are romantic starry sky with a bunch of chubby stars; Some themes are one step at a time, so I have added a pair of feet since I was a child; Some are rainbow homepages, so more vivid colors are used; Some are pure black and white, and the only two colors are not monotonous in clever collocation, but particularly harmonious ... The content is more colorful, not only with excellent honors, but also with various mistakes, from being blacklisted for fighting to playing truant because of homework. I have to admit that this is also a kind of growth. Some people write poems to say goodbye to each other, while others take the opportunity to belittle their deskmates. The so-called "enemies on the 38th parallel" and "cheaters in the examination room" are simply unbearable, but in the end it turns out to be me and him or her. Some wrote down the height and weight of the first day and now, but it made people sad. It' s really "the deceased is like a husband, day and night"! Some also borrowed the lyrics "At the beginning, we were all children; Finally, I long to be an angel … ",but more to commemorate friendship. "We have been together, working together to create miracles. Even if one day we want to part, please don't cry, I won't cry. " ...

The students in the next class passed by, stopped to admire, saw it and left. And who can say that this is not a growing experience? Look at these pictures recorded bit by bit. Even now, I still want to say one more thing: we are growing!

Growing up is like walking on the beach. Every step forward will leave a footprint. There are troubles and happiness in the years of growth; The taste of growing up is bitter and sweet.

I still remember every growing footprint.

One year old!

Innocent and young, I pushed a walker and walked around all day. There are many toys! That's interesting. For me who was ignorant at that time, everything felt fresh. I feel here and look there, especially putting a raw pea in my mouth. ...

Three years old!

I started reading and making friends. Kindergarten has thus become a paradise in my life. I started reciting poems, singing and dancing.

There, I learned what is the joy of harvest, especially this painting won the Excellence Award. ...

Six years old!

I became a primary school student, and the task of learning came into my life. This is not an ordinary day for primary schools. I learned to stand on my own feet, concentrate on finishing my homework independently every day, help adults, and learn to ride a bike. ...

Twelve weeks!

That is, junior high school life, which makes me a little adult. Of course, the study task is very heavy. I study almost every day. I know nothing about family affairs. Therefore, this is a good opportunity to arrange your own schedule. Because of independent thinking, I gradually became emotionally sensitive. I learned to honor my parents, care for my teachers and classmates, and even enrich my self-knowledge. Perhaps, I really grew up, reflected in the pursuit of ideals. ...

Finally, today, at this time, I recall the past and look at the footprints I have traveled. Somehow, I am a little excited and happy. But the lost history will not repeat itself, so-look to the future and make every footprint solid!

I am still moving forward step by step, and there may be more experiences waiting for me in the future. There are more and more footprints. Looking back suddenly, history will be very kind and kind. ...

On the long road of life, we always leave footprints, big or small, long or short, deep or shallow, witnessing the ups and downs we have experienced and engraved our joys and sorrows.

"Today we test the standing long jump ..." "Ah-"There was a lot of complaints under the field. Teacher, this raid, everyone is in chaos! If you don't practice, your grades will definitely be bad. What's more, I am still a "antelope that can't jump far"! Helpless, I had to join the practice team with a black line on my face.

"One ... two ... three ... jump!" The students next to me shouted slogans, and I gathered all my strength and jumped forward with a jerk. Unfortunately, the center of gravity of the landing was unstable, so I sat on the ground and ignored the distance I had seen before. I patted the sand on my body and went back to the bunker. "Are you ready ... jump!" The same result again. Jump and fall; Jump again, fall again. Seeing my stupidity of "a rotten wood cannot be carved", my classmates couldn't bear it and left. I'm depressed. My heart seems to have been hit by an arrow. With a bang, I fell to the ground and couldn't get up again. Ah ... Sure enough, I can't jump far ... What should I do? I'm destined to jump not far ... no! I won't! I can jump far, I have to, I have to impress them! I tossed my head, stood up, and stood firmly beside the bunker. I found a stone in front and jumped forward with all my strength. I have to jump! I have to jump! If you don't jump, take off again; If you skip it, kick the stone away. Time and time again, leaping and falling; Fall down and get up again. The stone moved bit by bit, and there were more and more footprints in the bunker. I've been practicing, but suddenly I heard the teacher calling my name-it's my turn.

Standing on the mat, I squinted at the bunker I had just practiced and looked at the dense footprints, and my firmness won a point. Wave, jump, land, jump forward ... "1.9 meters!" I suddenly looked up when the teacher read the number. Really? Really! I jumped ... 1.9 meters! I'm so happy that I can fly! I am proud to look at the envious eyes of my classmates.

Someone came after me and asked me how to jump. I didn't say anything, just smiled and looked at a string of footprints in the bunker-yes, it was this string of footprints that made me "1.9 meters". As the saying goes, "many good things grind." With these footprints and perseverance and determination, are you still afraid of success without knocking at the door?