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Below is the sixth grade composition on the taste of the year that I compiled for you. You are welcome to learn from it and refer to it. I hope it will be helpful to you.

The Smell of the Year Sixth Grade Composition 1 Your smell is very fragrant, but strong.

Before dawn, you took me to the thatched house full of moxa. You pointed at the moxa on the ground and said, "My child, do you know what that is?" I blinked my big eyes like stars.

, said: "I don't know." You smiled, looked at me and said, "Child, grandpa told you, that's Ai!" I frowned and said, "Ai?" You touched my head lovingly and said,

I said very gently: "It can drive away mosquitoes in summer and can also cure diseases." Grandpa also smelled of moxa.

In the blink of an eye, five years have slipped away from you.

That was your first day in the city.

After school that day, I was going home having fun with my classmates, not paying any attention to the fleeting sunshine on the other side.

The sky has darkened, and the black curtain has taken up more than half of the sky.

After a while, heavy raindrops fell on us, and one after another the children were taken home by their parents.

I'm the only one left!

I'm the only one!

I walked forward in fear, trembling and trying not to let the tears that filled my eyes fall.

After walking for a while, I couldn't tell the way.

Suddenly, rapid footsteps sounded behind me, "Child... so you are here! You scared me to death!" Grandpa wiped my hair that had been soaked by the rain with his hand, and said, "Child, let's go back.

Come home!" Grandpa hugged me. At this time, I could clearly smell the strong smell of sweat on my grandpa's body, but I also smelled the fragrance of moxa.

I still remember one time, you wanted to take me to play in the park. Halfway through, I couldn’t walk anymore, so I asked you to carry me on your back. You answered me in a gentle voice as usual: "Okay, kid!" I was very happy.

I climbed up your back easily. When I climbed up, what I felt was how thin your body was. I gently leaned on your back, but I didn’t notice your sweaty face and trembling steps.

I slowly felt the sweat on my grandfather's body soaking up his sleeves.

I said to you: "Grandpa, please put me down!" Grandpa didn't say a word. I jumped down by myself, but as soon as I jumped down, grandpa fell to the ground. I was startled, and when I came back to my senses, I shouted loudly.

: "Save people!" But we are in the most remote part of the park, and people don't come often.

I started crying loudly until I became dumb, and then my mother came over and shouted: "Doudou, this..." My eyelids fell and I fell asleep on my grandpa.

When I woke up it was already the next day.

When my mother saw that I was awake, she picked me up and beat me, "Don't you know that grandpa is not in good health? And..." Before she could finish, she started crying, hugged me, and came to the hospital.

At this time, grandpa had already gotten out of bed and told the adults that he wanted to take me to play outside. The adults refused, and grandpa said, "I know my body by itself, and I don't need you to take care of it." The adults had no choice but to listen to grandpa.

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Grandpa took me to the park again, and to the most remote place. He tried his best to squeeze out a smile, making his pale face look a little angry, and said in his usual gentle tone: "I'm going to die, kid, you

Remember, 'goodbye' is a kind of farewell, a word that is becoming more and more unfamiliar to friends. Children, don't say goodbye to others, it is really sad." I nodded in understanding.

You said: "I want to go to a distant place." I asked: "Can I go?" You smiled and said: "No." "Then, is there a city there?" "Well, there is, that city is very

Beautiful!" "Then can I visit you later?" You smiled so brightly.

At night, I leaned against my grandpa and slowly fell asleep.

Grandpa was lying on the hospital bed. The adults didn't say anything. I walked quietly to my side and whispered, "Hello, Grandpa." Grandpa opened his eyes and said, "Hello, kid!" Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

It's burning... At that time, I smelled your scent again, so fragrant, so fragrant.

The Taste of Year Sixth Grade Composition 2 I have a special feeling for the taste of polenta porridge.

When I was in elementary school, I would often have this kind of porridge at the small dining table for lunch.

It's just a little thicker than water and doesn't have much of a texture, but it has just the right grainy aroma that fills me with joy every time I think about it.

The ground grains are fully cooked and release a steaming aroma. The yellow color reminds people of golden wheat fields.

The warm wind blows, and the wheat ears stack into waves, dancing, rolling, and singing intoxicatingly under the warm sun.

This kind of satisfaction and happiness is transmitted to all parts of the body through the taste buds. The golden sunshine seems to be flowing in the blood. I can feel the energy from the earth from head to toe, and every pore is ringing with laughter.

Every time I smell the smell of polenta porridge, such a wonderful experience gently passes through my body. The sun kisses my ears and asks me if I am happy recently.

Each flavor does not exist in isolation, nor is it only related to the thing in which it is located.

A taste can be a picture, a person, or a long-lost time.