Sixth grade footprint composition 1 I sat at the window, listening to the rain, looking at the stack of notebooks, rosters and awards in front of me ...
Carrying a big schoolbag, I stand alone in this big school. People come and go around, this is a prestigious 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 kept comforting myself, "This is a prestigious school, so it's not so easy to do well in the exam," but I learned that my classmates in Class Three were the first in grade, so I was very lonely.
Until I saw her article, "I thought I could run faster if I left my pride on my head, and I was really making excuses for myself." I suddenly woke up to something, and my hesitation and wandering on this huge campus have all vanished, and I have constantly strengthened my belief-6a!
I don't know when I got a small English notebook in my pocket, and I got a review material when I was eating bread at noon. I got into the habit of reading more geometry questions before going to bed, and I didn't know when I left my footprints in class ...
Corner glance at the red testimonials, corners of the mouth unconsciously raise a smile.
Look! This one, I rushed to preside over the New Year's Eve party with great interest, and the audience was full of joy.
Here! This one, standing in the auditorium, is full of colorful light, standing on the stage 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 Qingzhu Lake, those footprints with different shades will be the most precious memories in my later life. That's my growing footprint.
Sixth grade footprint composition 2 Spring has finally arrived. Laughing between heaven and earth, how bright and brilliant it is. The smell of winter has not yet dispersed, but buds have grown on both sides of the road. I am extremely amazed 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 its sleepy eyes, the river rises, and the sun's face turns red. The delicate and lovely green leaves are small, small and fine. From a distance, a little green is like a small bud. That little bit of winter jasmine is like a colorful crystal, which always reminds me of a string of delicious, sweet and watery purple grapes. They are so tiny, but inside, they contain the whole spring. I often feel that I am a grass, always enjoying the maternal love and strength given to me by the land. Although it is cold in spring, no matter where it is, it still has a touch of light yellow. Children come out to play and chase, and they walk on the cotton and green grass with the soft wind brought by Miss Chun. Miss Chun's delicate hands caressed our cheeks and, like her mother, gave us gentle care and dispelled the depression in our hearts. At this moment, I deeply felt the comfort and coolness of the spring breeze, which made people intoxicated. It was simply a beautiful spring and everything recovered!
In the park, a hundred flowers are blooming and the smell is 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 recover slowly. Because there is a force called life flowing slowly, all the creatures that have not recovered are dyed away, so that they finally wake up from their sleep. The old leaves on the willow tree have been floating on the dust for a year, which makes them look weaker and older, let alone carefree and elegant. But above the old leaves, there is a bright green-that is a new leaf. That weak life burns unscrupulously in a faint sunshine in spring. Green water, blue sky and a few 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, we saw a lot of winter jasmine flowers along the way. They were open to each other and wanted 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 little flowers, and our hands are full. We ran in front, and mother followed. Always shout: "you two run slowly, and mom walks slowly." We couldn't help laughing when we looked at our mother's panting. Back home, we took out the most beautiful vase, inserted the flowers and decorated them. In this way, we can see the beautiful winter jasmine in an instant. On the windowsill, it is like a vivid and charming painting, which makes people intoxicated.
The affection of the land for the grass is not only the endless nutrient, but also the hard work behind it. Just as the grass pulled out by people lingers on the unknown land.
This spring has given me too many feelings, too many reasons and too many ideas. Let me add 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 very strange, it has revealed vitality everywhere, and even the cold can't hide the tension of life.
This spring is different from the past.
I am looking forward to the autumn outing, and this time we are going to have a picnic in Qilin Mountain! This makes me feel full of expectations.
As soon as we got to the place for the picnic, we gave out exclamations after exclamations: "Wow-wow-wow ……" Excited voices came and went, 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-like vegetables ... It makes people eager to look at them.
At the teacher's command, all the groups began to get busy. Washing the pot and burning the fire, in short, have their own things, everyone is busy, and they are making efforts to burn a series of delicacies.
"Roast shrimp, roast shrimp, roast shrimp!" I don't know who shouted, and then Mo Qiong poured the shrimp into the pot. Alas, we, a group of novice cooks, suddenly realized at the last moment that we forgot to add water to boiled shrimp! "add water quickly!" Zhang Jinyu jumped up and down in a hurry, and simply did it himself, adding cups and cups of water. "Yi yi yi? There is a big question mark in our stars. How can the shrimp be burnt when there is water? " "No matter, out of the pot, don't out of the pot, shrimp will rot!" Guo Xiaoyu waved his hand heroically, and he looked like a river's lake son and daughter. That's right. Have a picnic, let it be, why tie your hands behind your back? It's a pity that the shrimp was born as our experiment.
Eggplant with minced meat, ready to burn. The oil is poured and the fire is booming. Why does Zhang Jinyu, who is serving food, put on a cucumber face? I rushed to Zhang Jinyu and urged, "Put the minced meat down quickly!" "How to put it?" Zhang Jinyu is still at a loss in the fog. "Grab it by hand." Aside Xiao-Yu Guo see not bottom go to, quickly warned aloud, "ah? Grab it by hand? " Zhang Jinyu was dumbfounded. Whatever! I put my heart in a horizontal direction and directly grabbed handfuls of minced meat with my hands. Alas, my hands were already covered with bloody gas. Sticky, sticky, I quickly picked up a shovel and stir-fried the eggplant. Unexpectedly, I only stir-fried it a few times, and the wind kept blowing smoke at my side. I had to transfer this heroic task to Mo Qiong. Pour the eggplant and add water. I, an out-of-touch kitchen killer, feel helpless in the face of a plate of eggplant. I seem to pour too much soy sauce. At sixes and sevens, a dish of eggplant with bad color and fragrance has turned into a dark dish!
Perhaps the teacher Tong on the side couldn't stand it any longer. He personally went into battle and taught us how to cook. All the members of our group were elated, after all, they could eat the dishes cooked by Teacher Tong himself! After a while, kelp and bean sprouts, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, braised hairtail ... plates of fragrant dishes were placed on the table.
Dinner's ready! We all ate like a wolf. 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 one's own labor are the sweetest to eat.
Unconsciously, Miss Chun quietly came to the world with the joy of continuous drizzle. Father-in-law Lei also sounded the long-silent drum, as if welcoming the arrival of Miss Chun. Spring is the season when everything revives. Spring girl walks lightly to wake up the animals and plants that have been sleeping for a winter. Spring girl came to the bank of the river and stroked the bare wicker with soft hands. Soon, the yellow leaves were drawn from the wicker. From a distance, the tall and straight wicker looked like a slim girl. Spring girl came to a piece of yellow grass again, so she gently sprinkled the breath of spring. Suddenly, the grass leaned out of the ground and looked at the world curiously.
The grass suddenly took on a new look, just like putting on a green coat. It was beautiful. Not to be outdone, the little flowers opened one bud after another. A breeze blew, and the little flower swayed its graceful body. The faint fragrance attracted hardworking bees and beautiful butterflies, who danced around the flowers and added bright patterns to the green coat of the earth. Miss Chun walked on, walking and walking. She saw the hibernating frog in the field, so Miss Chun used her magical "magic" to wake the sleeping frog, and the frog began to sing loudly with its unique voice that only it could understand. The frog's cry woke up the bird, and all of a sudden, the earth became lively, "Ji Ji Ji Ji", and the bird also sang a wonderful "song", flying from the branch here to the branch there at once, adding a lot of vitality to the earth. Miss Chun walked and walked like this. She traveled all over the earth. In the place where Miss Chun walked, a vibrant scene was immediately presented, 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 a footprint of spring. Look at the yellow leaves of the wicker. From a distance, the tall wicker looks like a slim girl. You see, the grass has also woken up from its deep sleep, leaned out its little green head and looked at the world curiously. The grass suddenly took on a new look, just like putting on a green coat, which is very beautiful. "Ji Ji Ji, Ji Ji" The birds sang a cheerful "Song of Spring" with passion.
We feel the breath of spring, bathe in the sunshine of spring, and our hearts begin to ripple with the surge of spring. Today, we are going to find the footprints of spring in the bamboo forest-bamboo shoots that have not yet emerged. Walking as cheerful as spring, humming a little song of spring in our mouths, we came to a deep 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 sprouted a little sharp heads, and some have grown slim. 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 started to look for its target-spring bamboo shoots that have not yet emerged. Alas, the thick bamboo leaves are loosely covered on the soil, and there is no trace of bamboo shoots at all. I really doubt whether the spring bamboo shoots are asleep or not, but look at the spring bamboo shoots that have sprung up, and I deny my doubts.
Seeing that others have already harvested several bamboo shoots, but I have found nothing, I am extremely anxious, thinking: Can this bamboo shoot smell me and deliberately avoid me, otherwise, how can it be impossible to find bamboo shoots all the time? So I changed my strategy, instead of sweeping the floor like thunder, I "swept" all the covered bamboo leaves on the carpet. After unremitting efforts, I finally saw the sharp bamboo shoots, and I quickly took out a small hoe to dig. Although the head of the bamboo shoot is seen, the soil tightly wraps the body of the bamboo shoot, and it is not easy to dig out the whole bamboo shoot intact. Although it is difficult to know, I am still very happy in my heart. I thought: This bamboo shoot must be very big. We must dig it out. When we go back to cook bamboo shoot soup, we can also braise bamboo shoots. It must be delicious. ! I found a few classmates and we started digging together. One by one, we held our breath and dug hard, and crystal beads of sweat fell from our cheeks. The deeper we dig, the more energetic we dig, and the happier we dig. Slowly, a whole bamboo shoot finally reveals its true colors. Looking at the "white fat" body of bamboo shoots, we all laughed from ear to ear, and while holding the dug bamboo shoots, we shouted 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 the beautiful spring, don't forget to sow in the spring and sow the 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, it is the setbacks that have honed us again and again, and it is the stumbling block on the soles of our feet that makes our growth footprints firmer and longer.
The road to growth is like a surging wave, full of twists and turns, joy and helplessness. It is happiness that adds some bright colors to it, and it is difficulties that make it no longer monotonous. With the spur of difficulties and setbacks, our life will be more exciting. Occasionally, I will look out of the window, see that the lawn outside the window is withered and green, and see that the clouds in the sky are rolled up and relaxed, and my mood will slowly return to silence when I grow up. The past is lingering, and some things are too dull to get, but some things are still vivid.
At that time, when I was about to graduate, I was particularly nervous about my studies. The junior high school exam was like a stone, which made me breathless. I finally looked forward to a May Day holiday to "take a break" and go crazy, but "joy begets sorrow". I fell ill not long after the holiday and couldn't go to school for nearly two weeks. Every day, I have to hang three bottles of hanging water and watch my homework while hanging by the water. I often fight at night until 1 1. Looking at the old and new overlapping pinholes in my hand, my mother is ambivalent and anxious, and she is so distressed that tears fall down. There were so many classes that the subsequent exams for journalists in Mei were not accepted, and the pressure of study and psychology was really great. When the students get together to discuss what middle school to go to, I just keep silent, but I secretly compete with myself. I say to myself: I am not the smartest, but I can be the hardest. A passage in the Chinese textbook is very encouraging to me: "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 cloud of despair." It is the difficulty that gives me motivation and urges me to catch up. In order to catch up with the road that my classmates dumped me, I study harder in class and spend more time studying than others every day. Everything comes to him who waits. Finally, I not only achieved excellent results, but also was admitted to Meizhong, which I yearned for wholeheartedly.
In the sixth grade, the teacher in charge of the class bound a book for each student, named "Footprints of Growth". Every time we got an excellent grade, completed a satisfactory homework and did a trivial good deed, the teacher would put a small footprint on the winding path in the book. She hoped that when we were about to graduate, we would leave a good memory of our childhood, and each step would be more stable and farther .................................................................... I remembered 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 that my classmates kicked around on the campus lawn and threw them into the trash can, and the little footprints that the teacher covered for me and her mother's loving smile ................................................................................................................................
Looking back at the disappearing footprints 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 entrance of the classroom, the most attractive thing is the cultural display column, on which the students' works are posted. This thing is available in every classroom, but the content displayed is different. The teachers 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.
On that day, the teacher handed out a blank sheet of paper, and everyone rushed to start working. I'm also thinking about what to use as the background. When 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 couldn't help but be delighted with my idea, so I began to draw a lovely dress girl in a small corner, blowing bubbles, and then drawing bubbles of different sizes on two-thirds of the drawing, and then specially setting up a few extra-large bubbles for writing, and then writing the title in cursive characters to add some background, which is tick marks. Then copying, the teacher said, you can write your own honor. Of course, I have to think it over. In the past six years, my honor has been countless. Three-good students, excellent composition, competitions in schools ... Suddenly there is a feeling that I am a monopoly. Finally, color, carefully write my name in a corner, complete! I still feel good about myself.
Soon, these drawings were selected by the teacher and posted in the classroom or exhibition column, which also attracted the attention of many students. After class, I also went to see it excitedly, and I couldn't help but marvel at the creativity of my classmates. Some backgrounds are romantic starry sky, with a series of chubby stars painted; Some themes are one step at a time, so pairs of little feet have been added since childhood; Some are rainbow homepages, so more colorful colors are used; Some are simply black and white, and the only two colors are not monotonous in clever collocation, but they are particularly harmonious ... The content is even more colorful, not only with excellent honors, but also with various mistakes, ranging 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 wrote a poem saying goodbye to each other, and some people took the opportunity to belittle their deskmates. What "enemies on the 38th parallel" and "cheaters in the examination room" simply made people laugh, but in the end, they found out that it was me and him or her. Some wrote down the height and weight of the first grade and now, but it made people feel sad. It was really "the deceased was like a husband, day and night"! Some also borrowed the lyrics "At the beginning of the beginning, we are all children; Finally, I long to be an angel ... ",but it is more to commemorate friendship." We have been together and worked miracles together. Even if we want to part one day, please don't cry, I won't cry "...
The students in the next class passed by, stopped to enjoy it, and after seeing it, they left again. And who can say that this is not a growing experience? Look at these pictures that have been 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, spicy and sweet.
I still remember every growing footprint.
One year old!
Innocent and young, I push my walker and walk around all day. There are many toys! That's interesting. For the ignorant me at that time, everything felt fresh. I felt it here and looked there, especially putting a raw pea in my mouth ...
Three years old!
I began to read and make friends. Kindergarten has thus become a paradise in my life. I started reciting poems, singing and dancing.
There, I learned what is the happiness of harvest, especially the painting won the Excellence Award ...
Six years old!
I became a primary school student, and the task of learning came into my life. For primary schools, it was not an ordinary day. I learned to stand on my own feet, focusing on finishing my homework independently every day, helping adults to work, and learning to ride a bike ...
Twelve weeks!
That is, junior high school life, junior high school life made 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 has become a good opportunity to arrange your own schedule. Because of my independent thinking, I gradually became sensitive emotionally. I learned to honor my parents, care for my teachers and classmates, and even enriched my self-knowledge. Perhaps, I really grew up, reflected in the pursuit of ideal psychology ...
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, and suddenly looking back, history will be very kind, very kind ...
On the long road of life, we always leave footprints, big or small, long or short, deep or shallow, which witness the ups and downs we have experienced and engrave 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 can be messed up! If you don't practice, your grades will definitely be bad. What's more, I am still an "antelope that can't jump far"! Helpless, I had to join the practice team with a full face of black lines.
"One ... two ... three ... jump!" The students next to me shouted slogans for me, and I got up my strength and jumped forward fiercely. Unfortunately, the center of gravity of the landing was unstable, and I sat down on the ground, ignoring the distance I had previously looked at as "unqualified". I patted the sand on my body and went back to the bunker. "Ready ... jump!" The same result again. Jump again and fall; Jump again, fall again. Look at my stupid appearance of "a rotten wood can't be carved", and my classmates can't bear it, and they walk away. I was very depressed, and my heart seemed to be hit by an arrow. With a bang, I fell to the ground and couldn't get up again. Ah ... Sure enough, it's not far to jump ... What should I do? I'm not destined to jump far ... No! I won't! I can jump far, I must, I must impress them! I tossed my head, stood up, and stood firmly by the bunker again. I looked for a stone in front of me and jumped forward with all my might. I must jump over, I must! If you don't jump, take off again; If you skip it, just kick the stone away. Time and time again, leaping and falling; Fall and get up again. The stone moved bit by bit, and the footprints in the bunker were increasing. I kept practicing, but suddenly I heard the teacher calling my name-it was my turn.
Standing on the mat, I squinted at the bunker I had just practiced and looked at the dense footprints, and my firmness in my heart won a point. Wave, jump, land, jump forward ... "1m 9!" When the teacher read the number, I suddenly looked up. Really? Really! I jumped ...1m 9! I am so happy that I can fly! Looking at the envious eyes of my classmates, I am proud.
Someone came after me and asked me how I jumped. I didn't say anything, but smiled and looked at the footprints in the bunker-yes, it was this series of footprints that made my "1 m 9". As the saying goes, "Everything comes to him who waits". With these footprints and perseverance and determination, are you still afraid of success and not knocking at the door?