In our ordinary daily life, we all have the experience of writing essays, very familiar with the essay, right, the essay is composed of words, after human thought consideration, through the organization of language to express the meaning of a subject of the genre. I believe that many people will find it difficult to write essays, the following is my collection of my sixth grade essay 5, just for reference, I hope it can help you.

My sixth grade essay Part 1

Life, like a colorful picture, when you capture that wisp of the purest, most harmonious colors, you will feel that everything is so beautiful.

One morning, my mom and I were in the market to buy food, the market is crowded, lively. Suddenly I saw a little girl, she has a head of black hair, big eyes, small mouth, can be beautiful. She was looking around as if she was looking for someone. Suddenly she stopped, lowered her head and looked at a hundred-dollar bill at her feet. I thought: she is really lucky, now she can have flowers, hey! Why not me? At this time, only to see her bend down to pick up, while looking around, while still muttering: "Whose is this?" Said Li took out a hundred dollars, took the aunt's hand and said, "Auntie, your money I picked up, quickly give the child to see the doctor! "Auntie took the money and quickly took out ten dollars, holding the little girl's hand, stuffed it into her hand, bowing while saying:" Thank you, this money you take to buy some food. "The little girl slowly pushed her hand away and said: "I can't take it, you go to the doctor. "She turned around and left. Her small figure gradually disappeared in the crowd.

Looking at the girl's far away back, my face red. Is this little girl not the crystallization of true goodness and beauty? I looked at the sky and felt that the sky was bluer and the clouds were whiter. Everything is more beautiful.

My sixth grade essay Part 2

Childhood is colorful, with the passage of time, the very event gradually faded into oblivion, however, that one personal experience but I can not forget, deep deep in the heart, but also make me understand a truth ......

It was a hot summer, I finished the last section of physical education class, walking On the way home, I was already hot and sweaty, when I thought of popsicles. So I came to a grocery store to buy a delicious popsicle. I couldn't wait to tear open the wrapper, I took a bite of the popsicle, wow! So refreshing! A coolness refreshing, just now the heat instantly disappeared. At this time, I casually threw the ice lolly wrapper, ice lolly packaging fluttering on the ground. I was about to run over to pick it up and throw it into the garbage can, but then I thought: it's just a popsicle wrapper, no big deal. So I will continue to walk forward, after a while, I saw a little boy younger than me five or six years old held up a popsicle to his mother to go, with his hand also threw the popsicle wrapper on the ground, his mother saw and said: "children, the land public also like you love clean, if you make it dirty, it will be angry, there is a trash can, we together wrapping paper thrown into the garbage can!" Said, they walked to the garbage can, the popsicle wrapper thrown in, see this scene my face red, think of their own before throwing the popsicle wrapper, not only let the land public become unclean, but also let those sweeping the cleaning aunt hard to bend down once clean, it is too undeserved, I hastily back, pick up that popsicle wrapper, threw it into the garbage can. In the days to come, I sometimes buy a popsicle to eat, but I did not let the popsicle wrapper on the ground.

This thing seems very small, but I can't forget it, but it will always spur me to protect the environment from me, from the small things around me.

My sixth grade essay Part 3

Hello, my name is xxx, an elementary school student in the sixth class of the third grade. I have a pair of long eyelashes, a pair of big eyes with a pair of gleaming eyes with a pink glasses, a high nose under a mouth that can talk a lot.

I have many hobbies: reading books, painting, playing guzheng, jumping rope and so on. But my favorite is still reading, go home after writing, after eating dinner will hold up my favorite "laughing cat diary" read up, a look is a few hours; sometimes even on the toilet also do not forget to take a book to take a look at the toilet, for me, how can I lose such a valuable time to go to the toilet? So whenever I took a book to the toilet my father would say, "It's going to fall in the toilet again". I would sit in the toilet for half an hour, and when I came out of the toilet my dad would tease me, "Who fished you out?" This time, my sister will also tease me and say: "must be no one to rescue, their own efforts to climb up".

Whenever I hear them make fun of me like this, I get angry, "I am in the toilet to acquire knowledge, OK, I'm not wasting time, OK, what right do you have to make fun of me ah? Hmph." Do you think I am still an angry little girl?

In fact, in addition to these, I also like small animals. Grandma's family has a cute little dog called small golden hair, I especially like it, every day I no matter how busy, after school I will go to grandma's house to see it. It is also very like me, as long as I see me will jump up to add my face, my hands, make it seem as if a few years have not seen, whenever I am writing homework, it will be obediently climbed on the side of the table very patiently wait for me to finish writing in the play with it.

Said so much, and then reveal some of my small shortcomings, my biggest shortcoming is not careful, too sloppy, remember a math test I counted the questions right, but copying the opposite, you see me is not a big sloppy.

This is me, a little girl with both flaws and strengths, do you want to be friends with me?

My sixth grade essay Part 4

Light is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, unconsciously twenty years have passed. Already in my thirties, I have my own family, my own sons and daughters and childhood dreams of pets, clothes, and all sorts of things.

I've become a full-time writer, and in addition to catching up on my writing, I've been watching new movies, catching up on old ones, and collecting anime figures.

"Dad! What's for dinner tonight!" The sound of my naughty son tapping on the keyboard came to an abrupt halt as he walked into my study.

"Snap!" I slammed the table, grabbing my hair like crazy and screaming, "Ahhhh, my inspiration!"

My action startled my five-year-old son, who was instantly confused and stood still with a feeling of being overwhelmed.

"Come on, let's go find mommy." I took his little hand and walked out of the den and towards the living room.

"Hey wife, what's for dinner tonight." I said as I gently patted the head of the person who was sprawled out on the couch shopping for Taobao.

"I'll eat whatever you're having." She rolled over and sat up in a "carp-push-up", sticking her tongue out at me.

Of course, I don't do anything about it. I gave her a cold hand and said, "You're a thirty-something year old woman, what's the point of being cute."

"Ch!" She dissatisfiedly raised her mouth and whispered, "All thirty years old man, still what fire!"

"What are you talking about?" I said as I squeezed her shoulder.

"No, nothing, Mr. Chef you hurry up and cook, ah, pain pain pain." She said shielding her shoulder.

"That's more like it." I said walking towards the kitchen.

"Let's have mixed cooking tonight." I said to the living room as I put on my apron.

They both said together, "Yeah, yeah."

"All right!" I said this like I was cheering myself on.

I opened the refrigerator, took out the wide seaweed, cut a few pieces and put them in cold water to soak. Then took out a variety of . Food, such as glutinous rice cakes, fried tofu, carrots, white radish, lotus root, onions and what not, all of these to be cut into pieces. Just put the ingredients in after the soup is done cooking.

It's been a good night today too. ......

My 6th Grade Essay Part 5

My mom is a teacher, she's a little known teacher in her school because she's been evaluated as a senior teacher, and she's taught close to a thousand students, and I'm very envious of her.

Last night, I slept under the covers and slowly went to sleep. I dreamed that I also became a teacher, in everyone's eyes, I am also a little famous teacher, I and my mother also became a senior teacher, but also in the experimental elementary school teaching. I am an English teacher, I was sent to the experimental elementary school after I got my English grade 8 in the university. My students all praise me as a good teacher. Standing on the honorable podium and teaching my students is also the happiest thing in my day.

The first class every morning is my English class, students love my class, I clip a thick lesson plan, came to the podium, said two words: "Class." The students then stood up in unison and said to me, "Good morning teacher." I waved my hand, signaling for them to sit down. Sometimes they will debate for a question and red in the face, will be for a right to answer the question and chatter, will be because of a discordant answer and argue non-stop, precisely because of this, my first classroom will not be as calm as stagnant water, but will be as active as a small monkey in the scramble for food. The short 40-minute class is over, but the students are still calm in the classroom.

The second period on the number of dead language class, I always visit the window at this time, to see they are about to fall asleep, one day the language teacher did not come to school due to something in the body, I can only on behalf of her class, the students heard the good news, happy to jump straight three feet high, I gave the order to let them write a composition in English, "After twenty years", I let them free to give play to think! I let them think freely, I took this opportunity to drive around the school, I can not help but sigh in my mouth: "ah, after 20 years of this experimental elementary school has been the old look for a new face, the changes can be really big ah! Now has been the use of multimedia technology, each classroom has more than fifty computers, each student can do what they want to do on their computers, everything. Students can also learn things that are not in books.

Finally, I appreciated the greening of the school, where the flowers and willows, bridges and rivers, students wandering in the middle, as if in nature, cozy, comfortable.

The bell rang, I went into the classroom, collected the students' expectations of 20 years after the answer sheet, everyone wrote their 20 years after the change, it is really wonderful. Looked at them, I also showed a pleased smile ......

When I finished this wonderful dream, the sun has come out, I thought: to round out this dream, you must study hard, study hard, in order to realize this wonderful dream.