In study, work and even life, everyone must have come into contact with compositions. Compositions can be divided into narrative essays, explanatory essays, practical essays and argumentative essays according to different genres. So how to write a good composition? Below is the composition of the first unit of the second volume of the sixth grade I compiled for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Composition 1 of the first unit of the second volume of the sixth grade

One afternoon in the first lunar month, my mother and I sat in the yard to bask in the sun. Grandpa walked out of the house with an iron plow in one hand and a basket in the other. I quickly went up to him and asked, "Grandpa, what are you going to do?" Grandpa said, "The weather is so nice today, I'm going to plant 'foreign earth'." I asked my mother beside me, "What is 'foreign earth'?" My mother smiled and said, "'Yangumnai' is potato, also called potato." I nodded and decided to plant 'Yangumnai' with my grandpa.

I followed my grandpa to the fields. The fields exuded a fresh earthy smell, and the soft sunshine shone on the soil that my grandpa had just turned. The fields seemed to be covered with a layer of golden sand. A few clusters of tender green grass on both sides of the field road swayed slightly in the spring breeze. Grandpa put down the basket and iron plow, walked around the field road first, then picked up the iron plow, stood on the newly turned soil, dug small holes with the iron plow, and then removed the potatoes in the basket one by one. Put it in the dug hole. Finally, take a handful of soil, crush it, and cover the potatoes. Standing aside, I said to my grandpa: "Grandpa, let me help you!" Grandpa smiled and said, "Okay!" I jumped down happily, grabbed the potatoes with one hand, and put them into the pit. Grandpa hurriedly said to me: "Wait a minute, you have to take a look. There are buds on the potatoes. You have to put the buds upward so that they grow faster." After listening to my grandfather, I picked up a potato and took a look. , why is it so ugly, wrinkled, like the face of a weather-beaten old woman, and there are indeed a few purple buds with a little yellow and green growing on it, and there are many horizontal and vertical beards growing on the bottom of the buds. I put it in the pit and covered it with soil as my grandfather said. Grandpa poured water on it again.

About an hour later, my grandpa and I finished planting a basket of potatoes. Looking at the patches of land with potatoes, I asked my grandpa: "When will they grow out?" Grandpa said: " If the weather is warm, they will grow out in about half a month. "Then I'll see what they look like in half a month."

This is my first time doing farm work. Although a little tired, I learned a lot of natural knowledge that I didn't know before. Composition 2 of the first unit of the second volume of the sixth grade

The most precious thing in the world is maternal love. Mother is great, maternal love cannot be bought with money. My mother gave me life and raised me. My mother has been fulfilling her obligations since I fell to the ground, but what has a mother done in the past twelve years?

Wash mom’s feet! Although it is something that everyone can do, it all reflects the children's repayment and love for their mother! On March 8 this year, I did something for my mother for the first time in twelve years - wash her feet. Although this day is a holiday for all mothers in the world, my mother is still working in the fields. She does it all for our family. My mother came back from the fields so exhausted that she couldn't straighten her back. I felt very distressed, so I quickly sat my mother down on the sofa. First, I poured her a glass of boiling water, then a basin of warm water, and put a handful of salt into the water (I heard from my grandma that washing feet with salt water is effective for swelling and pain). I brought the basin to my mother and said, "Mom, let my daughter wash your feet!" My mother quickly waved her hand and said, "No, no, I can wash it." I smiled and said, " Mom, please show your filial piety." Mom had no choice but to say nothing. I pulled my mother's feet up and carefully took off her shoes and socks. At this time, a strange smell hit my nose. My nose twitched and I thought: Mom's feet are so smelly! But then I thought about it, my mother is so tired from working all day, how can I find her feet smell? So, I gently put my mother's feet into the water, scrubbed them carefully, washed, washed, thinking: I will wash my mother's feet often in the future, so that my mother can feel the love of my daughter. When I raised my head, I saw her smiling at me.

I truly said to my mother: "Mom, I love you!" Composition 3, Unit 1, Volume 2, Grade 6

Today is my mother’s birthday, and I want to give her a Surprise - cook her a "birthday meal"! But I have never cooked for myself, at most I only help my mother.

But I think cooking is not difficult. Isn't it just "cut the vegetables, mix the ginger, onion and garlic, put the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and then stir-fry like this?"

The fun begins. ! Do the preparation work first, wash the vegetables, make ingredients, and cut vegetables. Hey, no matter how good my cooking skills are, this posture is decent! Listen! The sound of "dong dong dong" cutting vegetables, coupled with the "squeaking" of tap water "The sound of "clinking" and the "ding" of pots and pans are simply a lively symphony!

Okay, ready, put in oil and start frying!" "Looking at the blue Flame, I seem to have smelled the aroma of this dish! While I was intoxicated, the phone rang. I quickly ran to answer the phone, thinking about the oil pan on the stove. I made a quick decision, but I didn't expect it was still too late. When I came back, the oil in the pot was already smoking! I was shocked, and quickly put the washed vegetables into the pot at lightning speed, and hurriedly covered the pot. "Finally the danger is saved, haha..." Just when I was feeling proud, I suddenly realized that I had forgotten to put the onions, ginger, and garlic in my haste! "Ah?" Before I could confess, I saw the water in the pool overflowing again, "Wow! The sound of running water seemed to be laughing at me: "Haha, the oil smoke has just passed, and we have to fight the flood again! You are so careless!" - It turns out that I was only looking at the pot and forgot to turn off the faucet! Fortunately, I made a prompt decision and three Divide five by two and the water will be drained cleanly. At this time, my mother also came home from get off work, and I, the chef, resigned!

After the meal was ready, our family sat down and looked at the most ugly dish on the table. I couldn't help but lower my head in shame! But my mother said knowingly: "This is the first time my baby has cooked to celebrate her mother's birthday. I have to try this dish!" "Mom, don't-" Wait for me After saying that, my mother took a big bite and said, "Well, it smells so good! It tastes like happiness!" "Mom..." I was speechless for a moment, tears burst into my eyes... After the meal was finished, only my plate was eaten. After finishing the work, I secretly told myself: I must cook a real delicious meal for my mother next time! Composition 4, Unit 1, Volume 2, Grade 6

I have read an article before called "The Soul of Plum Blossoms". Zhong Namei's character deeply moved me. Hearing is false, seeing is true. I decided to visit her in this snowy winter.

I walked in the snow-white world and saw a fiery red, like a spark embroidered on satin. As I got closer, a vague fragrance filled my nose. I followed the scent and walked into the Merlin. When I came to a plum tree, I looked up at the plum trees, feeling a surge of love in my heart. The Merlin was quiet, with almost no other sounds except my rustling footsteps. I smiled and asked it in my heart: "Mei Mei, why don't you show yourself in the spring with colorful colors; why don't you bloom in the summer when the green trees are shaded; why don't you smile in the cool autumn. But you have to do it when the snowflakes are flying. Where are you standing proudly on the branches in winter?"

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and after a while, the whole earth seemed to be covered with silver. Mei Shu, who was originally wearing brown clothes, changed into white clothes. The whole land was eerily quiet, and some snow chunks fell from the sky. I raised my head and found that Mei was about to dance. I held my breath in doubt, fearing that I would miss a wonderful moment. At first, Mei just shook off the snowflakes on her body, and then she danced a dance I had never seen before. They were jumping on the branches. A gust of north wind roared in at this moment. But Mei not only didn't stop dancing, but became more and more energetic. As a petite plum blossom flew from the branches to the ground, the other plum blossoms, like athletes, did not fall after receiving the order. Suddenly, the plum blossom rain made me feel the beauty of winter, a vibrant beauty, and an unforgettable beauty. A plum blossom fell on my shoulder, and then fell, and I caught her. Put it under your nose and the aroma is still there.

My first plum appreciation made me understand a lot, and I also understood why people praise her; why she is included in the Three Friends of Suihan; why she is included in the Four Gentlemen of Flowers; and why she is included in textbooks. Composition 5 of the first unit of the second volume of the sixth grade

Everyone has experienced many things, happy, troubled, unforgettable... Among these things, what impressed me most was that I was reading a When I was in grade.

It was a Sunday. After lunch, my mother said to me: "Son, can you help my mother sweep the floor?" When I heard that it was sweeping the floor, I jumped up with joy, because I had already I wanted to help my mother with housework, and sweeping the floor was too easy, so I readily agreed.

I took a broom and started sweeping in the living room. I picked up the broom and swept it over and over. I don’t know how long I swept it. I found that this place was cleaned, and other places were dirty. I swept other places clean. , the other places were dirty again, and I was sweating profusely after sweeping them. I don’t know what’s going on? At this time, my mother came over and said with a smile: "My child, sweeping the floor like you can't clean it." "Isn't it just sweeping over and sweeping over!" I said unconvinced. "Come on, let me teach you. You have to sweep the room from all sides to the middle. Don't raise the broom too high or use too much force. Otherwise, when you sweep here, the dust will be swept to other places. It's the same thing all the time." Mom said patiently.

I was very impatient after hearing this. There are so many details about sweeping the floor? I dubiously followed the method my mother told me to clean, and it turned out that the room was really clean, and I wasn't tired at all. When my mother saw my results, she smiled happily and praised me as a smart child.

I feel happy that I can help my mother with housework.

From this time of sweeping the floor, I understand a truth: when doing anything, you must pay attention to methods and techniques. Only in this way can you succeed in everything you do. Composition 6 of the first unit of the second volume of the sixth grade

Today, my father and I went to the Gome Electrical Appliances Store in Longgang and bought a brand new camera. It is so beautiful! Even though it is small, it is very useful. It can help you record beautiful moments, and it can also take pictures of those beautiful mountains and waters for you... Look at its appearance again, it has big eyes. ...It's so cute!

I saw my dad playing around with this camera, and I couldn’t help but feel itchy, so I said to my dad: "Dad, can you introduce this camera to me?" Dad said. : "No problem! The one on the top is the shutter release button, the one on the right is the zoom button, and the one on the bottom is..." I said: "Wow! You don't need so much knowledge to even take a picture, right?" Dad said: "Yes. Yeah!" I said, "Can you take a picture for me?" Dad said, "Yes!" and we set off.

I asked my mother: "Where should I go to take pictures?" My mother said: "Go to Pingshan Park!" So I happily went to Pingshan Park near my home with my mother, and I started taking pictures. Later, I found a piece of green grass. I first asked my mother to stand there. I adjusted the zoom first, and then asked my mother to pose. After my mother set up, I did what my father said. I first half After pressing the shutter button and waiting for the camera to focus automatically, I said to my mother: "Smile!" As a result, my mother was amused by me, so I immediately pressed the shutter button, leaving this unforgettable moment!

Later the photo was developed. Although it was not very beautiful, it was the first photo I took of my mother after all! Composition 7 of the first unit of the second volume of the sixth grade

On a snowy winter day, I had just finished my final exam and happily ran to the school gate to wait for my father to take me home. As soon as my father came, he told me that he had a kitten at his friend's house. It was only half a month old and it was a Garfield cat.

We came to my father’s friend’s house, and I saw an old female cat with six cute babies beside her. I picked a very well-behaved little female cat. She had a fat face, brown eyes, a small nose like a red bean, and was yellow and white on her body. She was very beautiful. Dad carefully put it in his arms and walked towards home.

Before leaving, the kitten meowed at the mother cat, and the mother cat kept looking around. It seemed to realize that one of its babies was missing and also meowed. When I got home, my father let it out. It was running up and down and seemed to be looking for its mother. My father and I decided to name it Jiajia, but it also responded to calling it Mimi. It was a little scared when it first arrived and always hid behind the curtains or quilts. The watery eyes looked around, as if it was familiar with the environment at home. I hugged it into the nest I made for it with my own hands, but it refused and slowly climbed up on its own. I carried it to the bed again, and it was wandering slowly. Suddenly it stared at something on the bedside table, kicked its limbs vigorously, and suddenly jumped over with a "whoosh", using all its strength to pull a small thing. He dragged out a ball half as big as his fist and happily played with the "trophy" with his front paws. The next morning, my father fed it milk powder and went to work. The little thing lay beside me and fell asleep quietly. When I opened my eyes, I found that it was still sleeping. It looked so cute that it can't be described in words.

In the afternoon, when I was doing my homework, it lay quietly on the floor behind the chair where I sat, playing with my sweater, and slowly fell asleep. As soon as I got up, it woke up. , jumping around me. One time, Mimi was very misbehaved. When her mother opened the door to put out garbage, she suddenly ran out. Her father chased her for a long time before she brought her back. When she came back, she washed her feet and criticized her, and she also meowed "meow". I like Mimi very much, and raising Mimi is also a very interesting thing. Composition 8 of the first unit of the second volume of the sixth grade

There are many "firsts" in the process of growing up, such as: the first time to learn to swim, the first time to cook, the first time to walk by oneself Night road... But the most unforgettable thing for me was the first time I drank coffee, which gave me many inspirations in life.

My father always praises the coffee as "how fragrant it is, and says I should taste it carefully." However, he refuses to let me drink it, saying that coffee is not suitable for children. I felt itchy in my heart when I heard it, and I thought: Is coffee better than Coke and Sprite? So, I always want to find a chance to try it.

Today, when no one was at home, I decided to drink secretly. I crept into my parents’ room, but I always felt like someone was following me behind me, so I walked very slowly, feeling in my heart It's like I have a little rabbit inside me that keeps jumping around in my heart. I always feel that my parents' eyes are staring at me.

I hurriedly took out a bag of coffee from my father's desk and brewed it in a decent manner according to the way my father usually brewed coffee. After a while, a cup of fragrant coffee was ready. I looked at the cup of coffee and thought to myself : It smells so good, it must be delicious. I couldn’t wait to take a sip. Unexpectedly, I ran to the bathroom and spit it out. I was full of doubts and thought: Why does this coffee taste so bad?

When my father came back, I immediately went to ask what was going on. My father smiled and said to me: "You have to be particular about drinking coffee, and you have to taste it carefully to taste the sweetness. Life is sweet. That’s right, you have to go through a lot of hardships and face it with a pious heart in order to realize the true meaning and sweetness of life.”

So, I did what my father said. I didn't expect that although there is a bitter taste in the front, when I taste it carefully, it reveals such a sweet taste.

From this incident, I learned: Life is like a cup of bitter coffee, bitter first and then sweet. The road of life may be bumpy or smooth. As long as you go through all kinds of hardships and win, can you be successful? Only by truly experiencing the taste of sweetness can we realize the true meaning and sweetness of life. Composition 9 of the first unit of the second volume of the sixth grade

Life is full of many "firsts", the first time to cook, the first time to perform, the first time to raise a pet... one after another "firsts" "Times" are like lines of footprints on the road of our growth. The most unforgettable thing for me is doing housework.

Seeing my mother out of breath from doing housework, and her deep wrinkles. I'm really worried about my mother's health. Hey! A good idea, I don’t know if my mother will agree! I didn't agree at first, but after my "hard talk", I finally accepted my "unreasonable trouble". In fact, let mom take a day off and let me be "mom" for a day.

When the sun just broke through the clouds, the alarm clock started to ring. ah! So annoying. I'm turning off the alarm clock with my hand. No, why is it so early? I'm confused. Um? Don't I have to do housework today? In the end, my willpower won out over sleep.

I made a schedule based on my memory. Mom is making breakfast when she gets up in the morning. All right! I only know how to make egg fried rice, which I watched my grandma cook. I haven’t even touched oil smoke myself. I just hope that my parents like it. To steam rice, you should wash the rice first and then add water. Fortunately, my grandma taught me. Although this is my first time steaming, I just hope it won’t be a mess. Then beat the eggs. Although it is really "beating" at first, it gets much better later. I put the rice in, but the rice was too hard and I had to add water. After frying, I tried it and it had almost no taste. Hey! Soy sauce, my eyes are bright and I am more determined to do the next thing.

The second thing is to mop the floor. I have seen my mother mop the floor, but I have never tried it myself. Start mopping after washing the mop. As you can imagine, the ground is wet and dewy, and you will fall down if you are not careful. Braving the heat and sweating, I had to use a dry towel to soak up the water on the floor. I had no choice but to do the work alone. Then I washed the dishes and took out the trash... My back ached and I was sweating profusely. I could clearly see how embarrassed I was now, and I could appreciate my mother's hard work.

That incident made me understand a truth in life: many tiring things are shouldered by my parents, but I don’t know the hard work of others. I must repay my parents, repay others, and learn to be grateful! Composition 10 of the first unit of the second volume of the sixth grade

Life is like a flower blooming in the sun; life is also like a bamboo forest in the breeze. A person has to experience some things in his life. The most unforgettable thing for me was my first time cooking.

Since I was a child, I have loved cooking. I like the action and sound of cooking. While my mother was cooking, I stood by and watched her. Today I recall the first time I stir-fried vegetables and it made me laugh.

I was 9 years old that year, and my parents were not at home, so I had to cook by myself. I beat the eggs first and cut the tomatoes. Then I turn on the heat again and pour in the peanut oil. When the oil is hot, pour in the eggs. When I reach the eggs, the oil suddenly jumps up. There was still smoke coming from the pot. I quickly threw the bowl away and fled the scene of the disaster. After a while, I used the pot lid as a shield and slowly leaned on it. After a while, I used the pot lid as a shield and slowly approached the oil pot. There was a "pop" sound. I put the lid on. At the same time, I turned off the fire. When the oil slowly subsided, I took the lid off the pot and saw nothing but darkness in the pot. Egg? Needless to say, it must have been completely black as well. I had to feed the eggs to the mice. My first cooking experience ended in failure, and I was about to give up, but a famous saying suddenly flashed through my mind: Since ancient times, heroes have suffered many hardships. I can't give up when I encounter a little setback. I have to work hard to make this tomato scrambled eggs.

I mustered up the courage and started cooking for the second time. This time, when I put the oil into the pot, I held my "shield" to block the oil. I shook it gently to prevent it from burning. When the eggs are cooked, take them out, then put the tomatoes into the pot, fry them, and when the juice comes out, put the eggs in, then add salt and soy sauce to make a dish.

In the evening I ate the food I cooked and felt very happy. For the first time, a ray of warm sunshine left behind in my flower-like life.

He made me understand: No matter what you do, you must persevere and don't give up halfway when you encounter a little setback. Only by withstanding the test can you develop an independent heart. How can you see a rainbow without going through wind and rain? Part 6 of Grade 6 Volume 1 Unit 1 Composition 11

In everyone's life, there will be many unforgettable "first times" that are deeply engraved in the heart. Of course, I also have an unforgettable "first time" , that happened by accident...

On the way to the "Thousands of Little Painters Painting Huizhou" competition, I just held the idea that "it's impossible for me to win the prize for my painting anyway, so... Just for fun."

When I arrived at the scene, the host gave me two cards, one pasted on my chest and one on the drawing paper. It was so solemn that I thought I was out of luck, but I didn’t want to go through this journey in vain. So, I took out my paper and pen and lay down on the floor as a "little painter" to draw seriously. After a long time, I realized that the person on the right was a friend I knew. I was so excited that I said hello to her. She Asked me: "Do you think it is possible for you to win the prize?" I shook my head and said: "Not sure." What I drew was the girl on her bag. The girl was dancing with some melodies flying around.

When I finished drawing the girl's head, she looked over and said in surprise: "You draw it well, you will definitely win the prize." I was secretly happy. I took a look, and there were some similarities, which gave me a spark of confidence...

On the way home, I thought about it: "Maybe I can win the third prize, that's not bad. ..."

"The award ceremony begins now!" the host said excitedly through the microphone. The audience burst into thunderous applause, and the host began to read out the list. I felt a little nervous and scared...in short, all the complicated emotions were merged together. With the cheers, I finally heard my name from the "Excellence Award". I rejoice. I can't believe it, is this true? Even though it's just an "Excellence Award".

When the presenter handed me a brand-new, crimson certificate of honor and a large, thick notebook, I was shocked: this was the first certificate of honor in my life. I was extremely surprised!

From this, I also learned some inspirations, which I should learn: to do anything, we must have the courage. If we face everything timidly, then we will accomplish nothing. Believe it, courage will bring us surprises. Composition 12, Unit 1, Volume 2, Grade 6

There are many “firsts” in my life. The most unforgettable thing for me was the first time I gave a speech on the campus podium. When I was in fifth grade. In the first half of the semester, I ran for various school cadres. In the mood to give it a try, I signed up to participate in the "Labor Committee" school cadre election.

I started to prepare the speech with great joy. Then take your speech to your father for revision. My father gave it to me as soon as he was ready (he was very supportive of my campaign), and I excitedly memorized the speech...

I finally made it to the day of the speech, and I was very happy. Came to school carrying a schoolbag. Looking at the list, I was the 27th one to give a speech. Think about it. I'm still early. So, I memorized the speech draft in my heart...and in a blink of an eye. When it comes to me, when I stand on the podium that I have long been familiar with, I feel a little more nervous in my heart, like I am holding a little rabbit in my arms, my heart is beating wildly. I had already memorized the speech by heart, but now I couldn't speak it out. I looked in the direction where my parents were standing. My parents waved to me and cheered me on! So, I secretly said to myself: "Come on!", and the speech came out as if I were at home, facing my parents. After I finished speaking, I bowed deeply and walked off the stage with a sigh of relief.

I am excited and nervously waiting for the teacher to announce the results. A few minutes later, the teacher came out and announced each item one by one. Finally, we arrived at the "Labour Commissar." I concentrated and held my breath. Unexpectedly, the teacher read out the name "Gao Yuxuan". Loss is like a huge stone, pressing heavily on my heart, making me breathless. At that time, I really wanted to find a quiet corner and have a good cry. On the way home, my parents kept comforting me. In order not to make my parents anxious, I tried to hold back my tears...

After that incident, every time I think about it, I always feel a little heartache and loss. , but I also thought: There will always be difficulties, setbacks and failures in life! I can't live in the shadow of failure! I still have many, many more opportunities like this, so don’t be sad. Through this incident, I also gained something, that is, I made a good friend in Gao Yuhuan. This is really my unforgettable first time. Composition 13 of the first unit of the second volume of the sixth grade

As we grow older, our parents have taught us many housework tasks, among which cutting vegetables is essential.

A few years ago, I saw a food show on TV. There was a chef who was cutting tofu. He quickly ate the tofu into pieces with the bun he was holding. "Who can't cut it into pieces?" ?" I thought to myself, but he put the tofu into the water and gently flicked the "white threads" to float up! Such good knife skills! I also asked to cut vegetables.

I walked to the kitchen and my mother was about to cut radishes.

I said to my mother: "You also let me cut a radish today!" My mother agreed and said to me, "Remember to hold the radish with your left index finger and hold the knife handle with your right hand. Wash it lightly first and then hard." , be careful not to cut your hands." After saying this, she gave me a demonstration. Mom cut the radish into thin shreds with a few clicks, and then cut the thin shreds into thin strips with a few clicks. The shredded radish lay neatly on the chopping board, like a bunch of silver threads.

I thought: "Isn't this easy?" I immediately picked up the kitchen knife with my right hand and pressed it awkwardly on the radish with my left hand. Unexpectedly, just as I was about to cut it, the radish somehow slipped from my hand and indeed slid towards my finger. I quickly retracted my hand. Fortunately, it was not chopped by the knife, but my index finger was already scratched.

My mother saw her and said, "Look at you, what are you so anxious about? Come on, don't cut off the band-aid, just go and have a rest!" "If you don't rest," I replied, "I don't believe in leaving. "The radish is so bold in front of a giant like me!" "The radish is round and easy to slide on the chopping board. You can cut off a piece of skin from the radish first, and then -" "Then lay the cut side flat. On the chopping board, right?"

So I started cutting it, and the radish was much more obedient. But not long after, my mother said again: "Oh, how can you eat thin slices and thick ones? How can you cook it well like this." Eat a little, and you will gain wisdom. I cut it carefully. The radish shreds I ate were as thin and long as those cut by my mother.

I laughed as I recalled the time when I was chopping vegetables and covering my slightly painful hands. From now on, I have to be as serious about everything I do as I am chopping vegetables! Composition 14 of the first unit of the second volume of the sixth grade

There are many firsts in our lives, the first time washing a red scarf, the first time walking on the street by oneself, the first time sleeping by oneself, the first time...

I also have my first time, and there are many, many, many. The most unforgettable one is the first time I wash a red scarf.

At noon that day, I remembered that my red scarf had not been washed, so I wanted to ask my grandma to wash it for me. When I walked into the room, I heard my grandma's slight snoring. I knew that my grandma was asleep. Now, I thought: Grandma washed a lot of clothes in the morning, but I forgot to give her the red scarf, and now I asked her to take it to wash again. What’s more, grandma was already asleep, and I still woke her up. In the morning, grandma I’m very tired from doing the laundry. Why don’t I wash the red scarf myself? Yes, that’s it, just do it.

I took the red scarf to the sink and opened the water faucet to rinse the red scarf. Then I rubbed the red scarf with washing powder, but no foam came out. I wiped soap on the red scarf again. Wipe it on, then use a brush to brush and rub the red scarf again and again, then rinse it with clean water, wring it dry and put it in the sun. After washing the red scarf, I was so excited that I ran to the room immediately. I wanted to wait for my grandma to wake up and tell her that I had washed the red scarf myself. Finally, grandma woke up. I happily told grandma that I had washed the red scarf. Grandma also said happily: "Go and see me." I happily pulled grandma to the pool, "Look!" Under the sunlight, it looks particularly crystal clear, like the crystal sun. Grandma laughed, and I asked puzzledly: "Why is it not washed?" "It's washed, it's washed, there's just something wrong." "Which one." "After washing a piece of clothing, wash the pants and socks. You have to pull it and shake it when you are done. This way it will not wrinkle after drying." After hearing this, I realized my mistake and immediately took off the red scarf, rinsed it, pulled it again, and shook it. After shaking again, I put it back in the sun. Grandma smiled happily when she saw it.

This is the first time in life, and there are many firsts in life. Sometimes it goes smoothly, sometimes it is difficult, but we must treat it with the good side, so that your life will be more colorful. Composition 15 of the first unit of the second volume of the sixth grade

I am recognized as a "little slacker" in our village. I do not participate in any big or small things at home. However, today, I encountered a different experience.

This morning, after the whole family had breakfast, my mother called me to the backyard and solemnly said to me: "My child, you must learn the skills of life now. This is for you to enter the society in the future. Lay the foundation." "But, there are still two years before I can start living independently!" I argued. "It won't work if you don't adapt." My mother said calmly. Her usually kind mother became extremely serious. From my mother's expression, I knew that this matter was beyond debate, so I had no choice but to agree with a grimace.

First of all, my mother’s first request for me is: learn to wash dishes. I immediately relaxed: "Should I just wash the dishes? It's so easy." I brushed my sleeves and wanted to grab the bowl. "Don't move," my mother said, "there are four steps to washing dishes: pour water → wash dishes → pour water → rinse dishes → take out dishes." I suddenly understood that there is so much knowledge in washing dishes!

I picked up the ladle, took a spoonful of water from the bucket, and poured it into the washbasin. The water drops were like a musician, playing beautiful music.

I put the bowl in the basin, squeezed some dish soap, and started washing the dishes. "Wash, rinse, rinse, rinse, rinse, rinse, rinse, rinse." I sang while washing the dishes, and the crystal clear bubbles flew past my eyes, seeming to go into the distance. After a while, the dishes were washed.

I poured out the water in the basin, poured another basin of clean water, put the bowl in, and started rinsing. I rinsed the bowls one after another. After a while, all the bowls were washed. All rinsed.

I took out the bowl, poured out the water, and put the bowl on the table. Although washing dishes this time was tiring, I felt a sense of accomplishment as soon as I saw the dishes I had washed.