In our daily study, work and life, everyone often comes into contact with writing. Writing requires a complete text structure, so we must avoid the appearance of an endless composition. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is a sixth-grade composition that I carefully arranged to let the true feelings naturally reveal, hoping to help everyone. Let the true feelings naturally reveal the sixth grade composition 1

Life is full of emotions, and happiness is a spring water that breaks through the ice, and any heart of stone will be shocked by it; Gratitude is a beacon at night, which enables the lost ship to find the direction of navigation; Depression is like a rainbow after the rain, which makes people everywhere see the beauty of the world; Anxiety is like a bundle of warm sunshine in winter, which makes people who are poor and sick feel warm in the world … even so, guilt is the most unforgettable thing for me.

One night in autumn two years ago, I felt guilty for the first time since the beginning. It originated from the fact that I treated my most sincere "partner"-Huang Huang at home, and vaguely remembered its beautiful appearance: a pair of big eyes like black grapes were deeply embedded under my forehead, revealing spiritual light, two pointed ears, always standing alert, listening to the subtle changes around me, and a short tail was swaying from side to side. Every time I come home from school, it always squats at the door and greets me first. It wags its tail and greets me as if it were yesterday. It can be psychic. Although it can't talk to us in words, it expresses its love for us with practical actions. When I was a child, I especially liked to play with him. When I shouted "Give me your little hand", he forced his little hand into my arms. Whenever this happens, a sense of pride arises.

My father often goes to work in the fields, and when my mother goes out to work, Huang Huang crouches beside me and does my homework with me, so that I am no longer lonely and lonely. Our family doesn't eat meat, so we really wronged Huang Huang. But that time, when I came home from school, I never saw the familiar figure again ...

The night before Huang Huang's accident, I put a rat trap at home and put toxic materials on it, hoping to catch the rats at home. Sure enough, the next morning, a big white fat mouse was stuck. I was in a hurry to go to school and forgot to put the rat trap back. When I got home that day, Huang Huang was already dead, and my parents.

The sunset showered Jin Hui on the earth, and the whole village was veiled with grief. A bleak breeze blew and the past came to our eyes. Let the true feelings show naturally. 2

On Thursday afternoon, as soon as I got home from school, my mother said to me, "Chaochao, how about my mother taking you to visit the Polar Ocean Park this Saturday?" "Really? Great! Mom, I love you! " I jumped three feet for joy. I have long wanted to visit Ocean Park. Who wouldn't want to visit such a beautiful and interesting place?

as soon as I finished my homework that evening, I borrowed my father's computer to search the information of Ocean Park. I was very excited when I eagerly browsed the related pictures of Ocean Park. In another day, I can walk into Ocean Park. Before going to bed, I looked up the matters needing attention in visiting Ocean Park, and then I fell asleep reluctantly.

on Friday, it's a tough day. In the morning class, I looked at the book in front of me, but I remembered the beautiful ocean park, which was waving to me. I couldn't help laughing. My deskmate poked me with his elbow, and I knew that the teacher was looking at me. In the next day's class, I reminded myself: I can't wander off.

I finally got to school. I was just about to pack my bag and go home, but Li Xiaohua invited me to play ball. I would have promised him before, but today I have to go back and make plans to visit Ocean Park, so I turned him down shyly. As soon as I got home, I couldn't even eat, so I took my notebook and began to make a visit plan. First of all, I'm going to visit the polar animal exhibition area, then I'm going to the happy show to watch the wonderful animal show, and then I'm going to feast my eyes on the marine animal exhibition area ...

"It's super, it's time to go to bed, or I'll be late for the Ocean Park tomorrow." In the constant urging of my mother, I just put away my notebook and went to bed. Penguins in Ocean Park must be cute, right? Do they really stagger when they walk? How big are the polar bears there? Lying in bed, I turned it over and over again, and my mind was full of those interesting animals. I heard that the dolphin show in hong kong ocean park is particularly wonderful, and the scene must be very lively. I also want to see those beautiful corals ...

Alas, when will it be light? I looked forward to it and fell asleep ... Let the true feelings naturally reveal the emotion of the sixth grade composition 3

, which may be a casual moment, but it is still fresh in people's memory and unforgettable. It is like the intoxicating aroma of wine, and it is like the shining brilliance of amethyst, and the elegance of tulip.

I remember when I was in primary school, I gulped down ice water after strenuous exercise in physical education class. After a long time, my tonsils became inflamed, and my head was like an elephant led by the nose, dizzy and my forehead couldn't stop burning. Classmates and teachers look at me from time to time, and when they see that I look pale and feel dizzy when I walk, they call my mother. About 1 minutes later, my mother ran to the classroom. Looking at me, her anxious face is covered with wrinkles. It seems that every time something happens to me, the wrinkles will deepen. She rushed to ask me; "Headache, foot acid not acid? Is the forehead hot? " Before I could answer, my mother hugged me and ran to the hospital. Looking at her anxious expression, I can't help thinking that my mother's love is sunshine in spring, ice cream in summer, autumn wind in autumn and cotton-padded clothes in winter. Mother's meticulous care, as if I were everything to her, she had to worry about everything, and she had to pay for everything. I ... I was extremely ashamed. If I didn't play, if I didn't drink ice water, how ... how could I let my mother worry about me at work? My nose is sour, my eyes are burning, and my heart is mixed.

I arrived at the hospital. After three hours of infusion, I have been much better. My mother has been guarding me, touching my forehead from time to time, and staring at the liquid from time to time. It's four o'clock in the afternoon. My fever has gone down and my head has stopped hurting, but my mother has fallen asleep beside the bed. Mom, it's good to have you!

mom, your selfless love is like a deep sea, and I will always be by your side! Let the true feelings naturally reveal the sixth grade composition 4

This year, an epidemic broke out in Wuhan, the land of China. People stayed at home, and those who guarded the community were admirable.

I was walking in the community that day and found a group of people around the gate of the community. I thought: What happened today? Why are so many people there? I leaned over and took a look. I saw a middle-aged man with dark skin slumped in a chair and reached out to people and said, "I don't have any water today. Can you give me some water to drink?" I saw that his lips were dry and cracked, and he couldn't stop swallowing. I looked at his poor appearance and wanted to give him water to drink.

Most of the onlookers were old people. They took hot water with them when they came out to bask in the sun, but they didn't give the person in front of them a sip of water. Then I looked at the water in my hand and then at the middle-aged man. Someone around me saw my intention to hand out water and whispered to me, "This person must want to touch porcelain. Don't give him water." As soon as this man's voice fell, a little boy squeezed in from the outermost part of the crowd, took a step forward, and sometimes said to the middle-aged man, "Uncle, I'll give you water."

An old man nearby exclaimed, "Kid, why did you give him water? The epidemic situation is very serious now, so we can't give others water to drink. And he may be a trafficker. " I felt reasonable after listening to it, so I gave up the idea of giving him water. But the boy said, "They worked so hard and watched over us from morning till night. They protected the community regardless of their lives during the epidemic. They protect us, but can't we help them when they are in need? And he handed the water, and the middle-aged man was much more energetic after drinking it. The middle-aged man said, "Thank you, little friend." "Nothing, that's what I should do." The little boy said.

the true feelings need not be revealed deliberately, and they will be more real if they are revealed naturally. Let the true feelings show naturally. At that moment, my vision blurred!

In the year of 2xx, the Spring Festival was not as lively as before, and there was no custom of paying a New Year call. Even the streets were deserted and almost no one was seen. Many shops on both sides of the street have closed, and there are fewer cars coming and going on the road. Our winter vacation has also become very deserted and very long. All these changes are due to the unexpected arrival of Covid-19. Every day, I look at the relevant news and the touching pictures, and my vision is blurred.

I admire our medical staff in this war without smoke. Look, the doctors are wearing protective clothing, masks, eye shields and armed to the teeth. This dress can be worn for several hours, and it is too wet to rest, taking care of the patient's condition in every possible way. When they took off this weapon, they saw the deep imprint on their faces and the sweat that they couldn't wipe off. At that moment, my vision blurred.

I admire the policemen and volunteers in this war without smoke. In the storm, police officers check the vehicles entering the country carefully, and even have no time to eat a bowl of instant noodles. One stop is a whole day. In order to prevent the spread of the epidemic, people flow control was implemented to prevent outsiders from entering the community. Our volunteers also took our temperature from door to door, delivered food, and publicized epidemic prevention knowledge ... At that moment, my sight blurred.

in this war without smoke, we should unite as one. Although we can't help others like them, we can at least do something we can, such as: go out less and wear masks; Wash hands and ventilate frequently; Don't be picky about food and exercise more. Protecting yourself and your family and not causing trouble to medical staff is a contribution to the country.

In this special holiday, I looked at those lovely and beautiful smiling faces and listened to those forceful vows. I don't know when I was in tears. I firmly believe that the warmth of spring will eventually drive away the cold of winter. Come on, China! Come on in Wuhan! Let the true feelings naturally reveal the sixth grade composition 6

From my idle grandfather to my busy father every day, as well as my greedy self, pineapple is the favorite of the three of us.

The ripe pineapple is golden in color, delicious, juicy, sweet and sour. Before it is eaten in the mouth, it makes people's stomach water surge and their mouths are full of saliva.

Dad's skill in cutting pineapples is unique, which is usually used at home. It's a kitchen knife. I saw that the thick coat of pineapples peeled off in circles in the blink of an eye, revealing bright yellow and juicy pulp. The cut pineapples are spiral, the pineapple tower is green, and the pulp is golden, which is gratifying at first!

The pineapple is cut like this at an ordinary level. You can't use a kitchen knife for advanced cutting, which is too barbaric and a bit reckless! At this time, you need a sharp fruit knife or carving knife, and it takes about ten minutes to remove every raised part of the pineapple surface.

At this time, the pineapple is lantern-shaped, elegant and graceful, as if it were a lady wearing a yellow dress and smelling charming. At this time, pineapple is not so much a pineapple, but I prefer to believe that it is a work of art. On its delicious and juicy flesh, it presents a perfect spiral. Each spiral pattern consists of many regular and irregular quadrangles. When all the geometries are arranged together, it presents an amazing and incredible geometric beauty. I'm a little embarrassed to eat this pineapple, haha!

the golden pineapple is cut into four pieces, then it is cut into a small fan shape, and toothpicks are inserted. The first piece is for grandpa, the second piece is for dad, and the third piece is for me to eat. Although my stomach is already surging and my mouth is watering, as a human being, people who eat badly and eat badly are not liked wherever they go.

this time, I didn't throw away the pineapple tower. I peeled off four or five layers of leaves, peeled off the old skin, and exposed the spotted heart of the tower, and soaked it in clear water. When I looked at it again today, a little white bud had grown from the spot in the tower center. If it grows any longer, it will become the root of pineapple.

in the future, whether it can grow into a golden pineapple or not, then leave the future to the future. We can only wait and see in the future! Let the true feelings naturally reveal the sixth grade composition 7

In that dull day, family members are the companions. But family members also have to work, and they can't always be with them all the time. Mother went on a business trip for work ...

When I knew it, she had reached her destination, and I began to wait. The waiting time is not easy. I sit at home every day, but I can't wait for my mother.

One day, two days, three days, four and a half days, five days ... The footsteps in the corridor and the swaying figure outside the window all I thought were my mother's return, but when I opened the door and looked carefully, these people were either my neighbors or people I didn't know at all. Day by day passed, but my mother still didn't come back and didn't call. I was a little anxious.

One afternoon, I couldn't stay any longer, so I called my mother, but she didn't answer, so I called again and again. Finally, I got through. My mother said that she is very busy now, so I have nothing to call less. She will come back next week. I stared at the dark clouds outside the window, and the sun struggled to show its head, but it was firmly wrapped in dark clouds, like a bird in a cage.

The last week is the hardest. I can't do anything except talk to my mother on the phone. This week passed slowly, but my mother who missed me so much still didn't come back. I am more eager to see the days pass quickly, but the days are still as slow as snails, stopping on the leaves slowly.

On a Monday morning, I opened my sleepy eyes and looked up. Ah! Mother finally came back, and I forgot what day it is today; Mother finally came back, and I rushed to her and hugged her tightly; My mother finally came back, and in the scattered tears, I felt the parting between my mother and my family. Mother put down her luggage and began to cook a big breakfast for me. I looked out of the window, the sun was smiling at the earth through the scattered clouds, and I couldn't help laughing.

Mother finally came back, and the whole family sat together again, laughing and enjoying a hearty breakfast. How clear the sky is and how bright the sun is. Let the true feelings naturally reveal the sixth grade composition 8

There lived a very old grandfather in our residential unit.

Every time I see him, the most he says is, "Hello, children!" " I always answer him politely, but unfortunately, many times my voice is so low that he can't hear me. He walks slowly, but he is always humble, and he keeps saying "please-please-".He always hunches his back and faces.