Dad and his deskmate tied for first place. Time flies. It's almost noon. Hungry, we decided to eat. We came to a noodle restaurant. The following is an interesting sixth-grade composition I brought to you at the weekend. I hope it will help you.
Weekend fun 1 Weekend, sometimes boring, sometimes sad, sometimes happy, and this weekend, it is an interesting and ingenious weekend.
mischief
After lunch at noon, I sat on the sofa and unconsciously played a prank in my head. I mean what I say. I put a bag of unfinished potato chips on the bed, and I dived under it. Everything is ready, except the east wind, just waiting for the "fish" to take the bait. At this moment, the door creaked open, and as I expected, my cousin looked around to make sure no one was there. She lazily hid in bed and ate potato chips with relish. How cool that is! Seeing her eating hard, I suddenly got out from under the bed and shouted, "Help!" My cousin was scared out of her wits and turned pale. I proudly said, "See if you dare to be so arrogant in the future!" "Cousin had to surrender.
A mischievous counterattack
In the afternoon, I lay in bed and rested. Suddenly, the door creaked open. I put on my shoes and went out to have a look. Nothing! I just went back to my house when the door suddenly closed and my heart was shocked. Oh, no, I was cheated. I tried to intimidate and persuade, but my sister wouldn't open the door. I shouted, "Damn it, I don't think Wang Haoran can be intimidated by you. Open the door quickly! " But nothing happened in the room. I walked away helplessly. Oh, what a punishment! But no matter what I think, I still take advantage, because I started everything first!
This weekend, although very interesting, also let me understand a profound truth: life is like a mirror, how you treat others, others will treat you!
Weekend fun 2 weekend, for many people, there are different concepts: some people long for the weekend because they can have a good time at that time; Some people don't care about weekends because they are boring; Other people are afraid of weekends, because they have a lot of pressure from their parents, even more difficult than attending classes ... Of all these categories, I certainly belong to the first one, and I long for weekends.
For me, the weekend is a completely relaxing day. There are tasks such as study from Monday to Friday, but weekends are completely different, and some only give you time to play. This is really great for me who is eager to learn again!
Whenever Friday comes, my heart becomes active, because I can't help laughing at the thought of the weekend. This day is pleasant. In the evening, I was happier. I finish all my homework at night, and then I forget my study-play! After playing computer all night, I have a sense of happiness.
On Saturday, the morning is an interest class. Although it is Chinese and math, there is no such restriction from Monday to Friday, which can be said to be relaxed. Coupled with the communication with classmates after class, the morning passed quickly.
On Saturday afternoon, I invited some classmates out to play, go shopping and skate, and talked about everything. Chatting together, playing games together, being happy and relaxed, the troubles of learning vanished in that moment. In this way, the afternoon passed in laughter again.
In the evening, learning English after class and reading aloud in the square for an hour are still so relaxed. I also relaxed the interval, learned a lot of extracurricular things and learned a lot of English knowledge.
After learning English, it is evening. I went to my teacher's house to learn to write hard-pen characters, followed the teacher to write neat characters, looked at the strokes, and thought that the words would be more progressive after learning. I smiled again. This Saturday passed in laughter again.
Sunday, more relaxed. You can sleep late in the morning, get up for dinner at noon, then carry a guitar, experience the fun of music and art, and learn to play the strings with the teacher. The wonderful notes follow my heartbeat and form a beautiful music. Another wonderful enjoyment,
In the afternoon, I came to my brother's house to talk about our secret language and play computer games with him. This is a wonderful feeling of relaxation. Can only be described in one word-happy!
Then it's evening time, lying in bed and watching ten programs of the Central Committee. That's cool! Really comfortable and carefree ... go to bed and look forward to the next weekend again.
This is my weekend, and I can't help longing for it. After that, it is waiting.
Interesting weekend sixth grade composition 3 "sweet potato" must have been tasted by everyone! Sweet potato is a delicious food for children in our countryside. Especially the sweet potato planted by my grandmother, in my heart, it is the best in the world. Even if the fairy saw it, the saliva was "three thousands of feet"! It's time to dig sweet potatoes again. What about me? Just busy. Then dig with grandma and feel the fun of digging sweet potatoes.
When she came to the field, grandma first cut off the sweet potato branches and leaves on the ground with a knife. My grandmother said it was easier to dig. With skillful skills, grandma cut off a large piece in a short time and cut it neatly, as if she had shaved them all flat. Then my grandmother began to dig with a hoe. When this hoe goes down and is uprooted, a pile of fat and big sweet potatoes will "see the light of day". My grandmother said the weather was fine this year, so it was all granules. Then there are a few strings of plump sweet potatoes that "see the light of day again". Now it's my turn to work. My task is to help them "unload" their "baggage" and remove the dirt from their bodies.
As time went on, there were more and more sweet potatoes in the basket, and in a short time, two baskets were filled. Because she couldn't put it down, grandma decided to take it home first. At this point, I was sweating profusely. Coincidentally, the sun came out at this time and it burned in every corner. This is undoubtedly worse. No-it should be adding fuel to the fire.
After having enough rest, grandma and I each carried two ends of the pole. My grandmother walks as fast as flying. What about me? It is difficult to walk. It seems that I have to strengthen my exercise in the future.
After my efforts, I finally carried it home. I can't wait to weigh the largest sweet potato, which weighs six pounds. "Wow," I couldn't help shouting. It is the first time for me to see such a big sweet potato, but my grandmother is not so surprised because she has seen so many.
In the evening, my grandmother brought me two baked sweet potatoes and I swallowed them in one gulp. "Wow" is pink and sweet. I told you, my grandmother's sweet potatoes are different. Instead of sitting there drooling, let's have a taste.
In my family, there are three family members-father, mother and me.
I remember once having lunch at the weekend, my father said happily, "Today is Sunday, let's play a game of catching paper balls and washing pots." . I wrote' brush' on one piece of paper and' don't brush' on the other two pieces of paper, and then the three of us caught it. "My mother and I both nodded. In a short time, my father finished. I grabbed one first, rummaged it three times, and opened it. I saw the word' brush' written on it. I can't help but open my eyes and say in disappointment, "It's over!" Mother was about to open her paper ball and stopped at once when she saw her father winking at her.
Dad proudly said, "Zhezhe, you are so lucky that you caught the word' brush'. Then act! " Mom also said, "That's right." I thought: If they don't open their paper balls, there must be something in them. So, I said, "What's written in your paper ball? Open it and have a look! " Dad quickly defended and said, "You are' brushing', and ours is definitely' not brushing'." He clutched the paper tightly. Don't let me see anything.
I frowned and the plan came to my mind. I grabbed the paper ball and opened it. This is also a big' brush' on it. I shouted to my father, "This is a revelation." . At this time, dad had to admit that his plan was called' building a road to fame and hiding the truth'.
Finally, I decided that my father would wash the pot at noon. I was the victim and didn't have to do anything. Mom and dad laughed after listening, and I couldn't help laughing. Laughter echoed at home and floated out of the window.
It's sunny today and I'm in a particularly good mood. I rode my mother's new bike round and round. At this moment, my missing aunt suddenly appeared in front of me. I was so excited that I skipped home with her. My aunt is cleaning my little uncle's new house here. So, we came to my uncle's house. My aunt and I talked and worked. My aunt told me many stories about her and my father when they were children. I listened with relish, and when I heard their sufferings, I cried, and my heart was sour. I think I am really happy now. If I don't cherish and study hard, how can I live up to my parents? When I grow up, I will let them have fun. How time flies!
We cleaned the room before we knew it, and my aunt praised me for my skill!
I am so happy this weekend!
It's sunny today, and it's time to start our long-awaited parent-child activities! We couldn't wait to arrive at the Sixiangshui Production Cooperative, a breeding base of Macrobrachium rosenbergii on the coast of Taiwan Province, located in Shuangpu Town, Xihu District, Hangzhou.
Nature is so beautiful that flowers bloom early, as if welcoming us. The fish all poked their heads out of the water as if they were greeting us.
Macrobrachium rosenbergii, also known as Malaysian prawn and freshwater brachiopod prawn, is a large freshwater prawn, which is native to Southeast Asia. It has the advantages of fast growth, wide eating habits, good meat nutrition and short breeding cycle. Macrobrachium rosenbergii is an omnivore. The bait for shrimp fishing today is broken pig liver earthworm. The children all got shrimp poles and shrimp food and began to catch shrimp seriously. As it is the first time to catch shrimp, it is a great test for children's patience. Ten minutes later, everyone is still looking forward to it. I don't know which naughty boy first found the shrimp man's fishing net. He picked up the fishing net and went straight to the shrimp pond to start fishing for shrimp. This time, the children were so happy that everyone threw down the shrimp pole and began to scramble to catch shrimp. In a short time, everyone's buckets are full of achievements. Look, the biggest shrimp in that bucket is still jumping with pliers!