Whether in school or in society, the most familiar thing to everyone is composition. According to the characteristics of propositional writing, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition.
Do you know how to write a standardized composition?
Below are 10 essays on memories of the sixth grade of elementary school that I compiled for you. I hope it will be helpful to you.
Memories Composition for the Sixth Grade of Primary School Part 1 Childhood is beautiful, childhood is innocent, and childhood is happy.
I originally thought that my childhood was boring. I went to kindergarten every day instead of kindergarten. But my third uncle’s article "Laughter and Laughter" evoked my beautiful memories of childhood.
When I was about seven years old, my parents and I went to my grandma’s house in the countryside to celebrate the New Year.
At noon, my sister and I were playing outside. My sister suddenly said to me mysteriously: Let me tell you, we have a custom here.
What custom?
I was very interested in this, and a picture appeared in my mind: many superstitious people jumping around together; or dancing around a fire; and for something more Chinese-style, many students burned paper for those who died today;
The witch is dancing... Well, every New Year, groups of children go to visit relatives, and they get some candies wherever they go.
ah?
Isn't this the same as begging? It's very embarrassing!
In the end, my curiosity defeated my vanity, and two new footprints appeared on the road filled with thick snow.
Every time I go to a house, I will always receive warm hospitality. It seems that they are accustomed to this. The air is filled with strong rural enthusiasm. The initial shyness has disappeared. After passing by one house, we start to go home. Somehow, I
Reminds me of a fairy tale: Two brothers and sisters were framed by their stepmother and wanted to throw them into the forest. Fortunately, the brother was prepared and dropped some white stones while walking. At night, they returned home... I think everyone below should know
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Sister, you go back first, I will play for a while.
oh.
My sister agreed.
After my sister left, I went to the rice field and scattered candies as I walked. When I arrived at the rice field, I sat on the haystack and thought to myself: This missing game is really interesting. Mom will definitely praise me for being smart when she comes with the candies.
After a long time, my mother still hasn't come, and the whole rice field seems to be sealed.
I became increasingly sleepy and finally fell asleep.
A long time later, someone slapped my face. Haha, what was supposed to come finally came. Who was it?
Of course it's my mother, but her face is full of anger. It's January and it's snowing heavily, but her face is redder than the August sun. Do you know how worried we are?
Sorry, you came here following the candy, right?
I couldn't care less, so I asked happily, "Are you stupid from the cold? Go home quickly!"
I had no choice but to go back.
It turns out that my mother came here because she thought I came to the rice farm often and had done similar things before, and those candies had already been picked up by others. What’s even more sad is that there was nothing in the straw, and I had bumps all over my body.
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Another time, my third uncle came to my house and I told a story. Once upon a time, there was a little tiger who lived in the forest... As I was telling the story, I suddenly made a strange cry of #￥%...*. What happened?
The third uncle was puzzled and handed it over.
I started making weird noises again.
In fact, when I listen to the tape recorder telling stories, I always turn it in when I go there, which makes my third uncle smile bitterly.
The past is beautiful, but it will never come back once it is gone.
Memories of the sixth grade of primary school Part 2 I have a photo album that records my happy times in the past twelve years.
Looking at photos from my childhood brings back wonderful memories for me.
The first photo I saw was taken at the Aquarium of the Pacific in Beijing when I was 6 years old.
At noon that day, my father and I had just finished eating, so we took a taxi and went straight to the "Aquarium of the Pacific", where we just happened to catch a sea lion show.
It was time to perform the sea lion pulling the boat. Because I was young and light in weight, I was honored to sit on the boat. I put on a life jacket and sat on the boat with a dozen small rings in my hand.
The keeper's aunt told me that the boat would walk back and forth in the large pool for several times. After the boat started to parade, I put a small ring on the sea lion leading the way.
The parade started. I was sitting on the small boat because I was afraid that the sea lions would be playful and capsize the small boat. So I kept sitting on the small boat dutifully and threw the small ring in my hand to the neck of the sea lion leading the way.
I cooperated very well with the sea lion who led the way. All the rings were thrown, and none of the rings were missed. I was so happy. The nervousness I felt just now flew away. I stood up on the boat excitedly.
, waved to the surrounding audience, and with a click, my joy was frozen at that moment.
Look at the second photo. In the photo, I am holding a stick made of two chopsticks. There are two big sesame cakes on each end of the stick.
Seeing this photo, I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
I remember that it was the Chinese athlete who was lifting weights at the 20xx Olympic Games. The weight on his barbell kept increasing, and it was almost too much for him. Our whole family was sweating for him. At the critical moment, I ran into the kitchen and took out the chopstick basket.
Pull out two chopsticks and secure their ends with self-adhesive tape, insert a sesame seed cake on each top, come to your parents to block the TV, and imitate the way an athlete in the TV holds it up "with difficulty"
"Barbell".
When the parents saw it, they hurriedly said: "Good boy, get out of the way, don't block it.