In study, work and even life, everyone often sees composition. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form.

How to write a thoughtful and literary composition?

Below is a collection of my favorite sixth grade compositions, for reference only, I hope it can help everyone.

My Specialty Sixth Grade Composition 1 I have a special speciality, and that is making specimens.

Whenever I find the body of a bug, I will happily start the "project" of making specimens, working day and night in the small room to make them.

There are many specimens on the bookcase at home, which is an honor that I am proud of.

Since I was a child, I have often practiced specimen making and have become deeply fascinated by it.

Through hard practice again and again, my unfamiliar skills gradually became more proficient, and my mistakes in breaking arms and legs from insects were also reduced day by day.

Once, I was lucky enough to pick up the body of an adult cotton locust. I enthusiastically took it home in my hands, and then found pins, cotton cloth, transparent film and other materials in the small room to make preparations.

I sat at the table and disinfected the locust corpses with alcohol.

Putting on medical gloves, he quickly spread the corpse flat on the cotton cloth, pulled out a few pins, and with flying hands, quickly inserted the needles diagonally around its body to fix the main trunk.

I took a deep breath, cooperated with my hands, and gently opened one leg. My brows relaxed, and instead of feeling nervous, I calmly used a pin to fix one side of the leg, and used a ruler to draw an auxiliary line.

Then fix the other side, and then smooth the thorns on the corpse's thigh.

I leisurely admired the semi-finished product, and I couldn't help but proudly said: Look, how lifelike it is!

The next step is the most difficult step. When I was learning to make specimens, I saw many people make mistakes here. When they fixed the wings, they often tore the wings under extreme stress or damaged the outer wings.

After years of practice, I no longer panic.

I opened the wings confidently, humming a song, staring intently at the light red inner wings. Using a transparent film as an aid, I quickly released the hand holding the wings, and used the transparent film with lightning speed to cover my ears.

The membrane presses it.

The other hand quickly pulled out four pins and fixed the four corners of the membrane neatly.

This speed was so fast that I froze it before even its wing membranes contracted.

When I saw my results, I was not proud, but calmly thought: Not bad, and much faster than before.

I picked up the cotton cloth and looked at my masterpiece. It perfectly showed the locust's land and flight status, and I felt very happy.

During the class display event, I excitedly showed the locust specimen I made. There was an exclamation in the class, followed by a burst of warm applause, and my heart became warm.

After class, many students gathered around the desk. One person said excitedly: "I thought these were high-definition stickers, but they turned out to be real!" The students praised me, and some followed me all the time, admiring me.

He asked me how to make specimens.

There is always a circle of passionate black heads around me.

"You did a wonderful job!" "You are really a master of specimens!" Every word of praise echoed in my mind.

I was almost overwhelmed by the joy of success, and it seemed that only pride and joy were left in my heart.

Whenever I look at the increasingly full rack of specimens on the bookcase, a strong sense of accomplishment arises in my heart. Everyone's praise encourages me to continue to challenge new methods of specimen preparation. I am a little expert in specimen preparation!

My specialty, sixth grade composition 2: A bright moon hangs high in the sky, the stars blink in the moonlight, and there are a few birdsong in the night sky from time to time.

Suddenly, several crisp sounds of "dong dong dong" pierced the sky. It was me who was practicing drums hard in the room.

I came into contact with the drum set when I was six years old. It was an accidental opportunity. My mother took me to a trial class. At first, I didn’t like the drum set because it was too noisy.

But after I practiced it for a few minutes, I grew to like it.

When I officially sat on the drum kit, the crisp and sweet sound made by hitting the drum head; the excitement and excitement after playing; the feeling of joy and ease all over my body after playing... all attracted me

, made me fall in love with it deeply.

So, I immediately asked my mother to sign up for drum lessons, and I officially started my drum studies.

As I study more and more, questions arise.

There was a fast-paced song that I couldn't play well and couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the music.

I began to feel annoyed and doubted myself: Am I incapable of studying?

Am I not born to learn the drums?

But I didn't give up. I spent my spare time every day listening to songs over and over again, mastering the rhythm of the drums, studying the music scores over and over again, and practicing percussion.

Although the learning time every day is short, the hard work pays off. With my continuous efforts, I finally mastered it and learned to play this fast-paced song.

With the display of my outstanding abilities, I finally got the opportunity to perform on stage.

I sat on the main drum ecstatically, took a deep breath, and the music slowly sounded. I beat the time with my left foot, nodded my head slightly with the rhythm, and kept turning the drum stick in my hand.

Suddenly, I grabbed the drum stick tightly and started hitting the drum violently, my movements as smooth as flowing water.