The sixth grade love composition 1 "cheep", the door was pushed open, and in a daze, I felt someone standing at the door looked at me and left gently. I know that my mother got up, so I continue to take the time to sleep and have my sweet dreams. In my dream, I went to qingqing grasslands and ate grass cake with the lambs.
"Dan, get up! Can't sleep anymore. " In my sleep, I heard my mother calling me. I stretched myself and opened my eyes lazily. My mother said, "The temperature has dropped today, so I need to put on more clothes." I looked at the alarm clock. Ah, it's 6: 50. Get up and get dressed, brush your teeth and wash your face.
On the dining table, a bowl of steaming millet porridge, fragrant pancakes, green beet hearts and cut oranges are waiting for me. Seeing the colorful breakfast, my appetite opened up. At 7: 30, I went out on time with my schoolbag on my back, pushed open the iron gate of the unit building, and the cold wind blew head-on. It was really cold. The weather is like a roller coaster. It will cool down if it cools down. Seeing some children walking with their heads shrinking against the wind, fortunately, my mother reminded me to add clothes. I just felt the power of the cold wind on my face, but I didn't feel how cold it was.
Thinking of the cold weather, my mother has to get up early to make breakfast for me. At this moment, I am warm and warm. I feel my mother's deep love for me
Motherly love is like a bowl of millet porridge, hot and fragrant, warming my stomach and my heart.
Dad often travels, sometimes for a week, sometimes for two weeks. Every time my father goes on a business trip, he never forgets to bring me a gift, usually to buy food, because I am a snack. Go to Macau to buy meat floss omelets, go to Hainan to buy mangoes, go to Beijing to buy roast ducks, and go to Hong Kong to buy iced moon cakes ...
A few days ago, my father went to Hubei on business. Because time was tight, I thought my father didn't have time to buy things. Three days later, my father went home. Dad bought five boxes of Hubei specialty-Zhou Heiya. I was so happy that I hugged my father and touched his face, which was a little greasy and rough. I kissed him with a bang and my father smiled happily.
"Dad, I want a princess hug!" Dad stood up and hugged me and tried. "It's getting heavy again. I can't hold you anymore." He said with a smile. In the evening, my parents and I ate duck tongue duck neck together. Zhou Heiya, which looked dark and ugly, but tasted spicy and spicy, was very enjoyable. Our family couldn't stop, and it was memorable!
Father's love is like a duck neck, numb and spicy, nourishing my stomach and my heart.
With the care of rain, the grass becomes green and strong, the eagle becomes colorful and proud with the tolerance of the sky, and we become happy and confident with the love of our parents.
My parents' love accompanied me to grow up healthily!
I think my parents are the best parents in the world!
Parents often image metaphor: I am a small tree, they are gardeners, small trees should grow into towering trees, and they should constantly water, cultivate and prune. I understand the meaning of this sentence more and more.
My mother, an engineer, originally had a good job, but she was far from home and had to travel frequently. In order to take care of me, my mother quit her job and found a job close to home. My mother is exhausted after work every day, and she has to take care of my study. If there are some things that conflict with my mother's work, my mother will finish what I have studied before she works. My mother also took care of the details of my life. When I was sick, she gave me medicine and took care of me. When the weather was cold, she sent me warm clothes. I sometimes make some small mistakes, which never escape my mother's eyes and help me correct them. I won't. My mother will help me solve the difficult problems. My mother also saw my progress bit by bit and encouraged me in time.
I remember once my mother and I went to Happy Valley. At noon, we wanted to go out for dinner, but we didn't expect that Happy Valley wouldn't let us go out, so we had to buy tickets again. In desperation, my mother and I had to eat at a stall in Happy Valley. But at first glance, the meat and rice were moldy, so we bought a box of French fries. I let my mother eat, my mother said let me eat, we pushed it around, and finally I ate it. When I got home, my mother was tired and hungry. I took my money and went downstairs to buy bread for my mother. Although I was very tired, I was very happy.
I still remember one time, I wanted to run for the class committee, and I lacked confidence. My mother helped me analyze my advantages and cheered me up. Although I didn't have as many votes as my opponent, my confidence won the key vote of the class teacher and defeated my competitors. Through this incident, I understand that a person should have confidence. Without confidence, everything will fail. In the process of my growth, I will become not afraid of competition. Mom is really a good helper in my life!
My father, in order to give me a good living and learning environment, worked hard, and his professionalism and outstanding performance gave me a good example. On holidays, my father will take me out to travel and play! As long as dad is at home, no matter how late he comes back, he will pick me up and go to school the next day. My father often travels on business and insists on calling me every day to ask about his study. Although he is not around, I can always feel his concern for me, and I will truthfully report every achievement I have made to him, so there is no distance between us.
Our home is a democratic home. For my lucky money, my family had a discussion. My parents asked me to give them the lucky money. They said it would be easy to disappear if I left the money there. I was reluctant to give it to my parents, but the number of this lucky money was not small. If they give me any control and are afraid of forming the habit of lavish spending, how can they cultivate me to have a good financial habit? Finally, we reached an agreement to put some bits and pieces of money at my disposal, and the whole money was deposited in the bank in my name, and I decided how to use it. I thought to myself: this money is reserved for studying abroad when I grow up! My parents not only cultivated my thrifty habit, but also helped me manage my money, which convinced me.
These are my parents! When I was growing up, how much effort they spent!
I have a warm home, and my parents have given me a happy life. How can I repay them? I haven't the ability to support them yet, so I have to study hard, let them worry less, support their work more, and do some housework as much as I can to reduce their burden. When I grow up, I will definitely let my parents live in peace.
As the saying goes, parents' love for their children is great and selfless, and their love is like the Yangtze River water, which is endless and asks for nothing in return.
I am a quiet girl. When I have a break, other students will always run to the playground like a bird out of the cage, sweating, but I like to sit quietly in my seat, reading or writing.
Perhaps it is determined by my personality, and the books I read have become my internal accumulation. Many words and sentences have been deeply imprinted in my mind, and I will always be handy when writing. Perhaps it is for this reason that I have a soft spot for writing.
I remember when I was in the third grade, the school held the composition contest for the first time, and five students from each class took part. Fortunately, I was chosen by the Chinese teacher and went to the composition contest with four other students in the class. Happily, I didn't live up to my teacher's expectations, and I didn't live up to my daily efforts. I won the third place in the composition competition. Although this ranking is not the best, it is enough to prove that my usual efforts are not in vain, and the books I read on weekdays are not a waste of time. This competition has given me great encouragement and confidence, which has made me more fond of writing in the future.
Although I am now in the sixth grade, the pressure of entering a higher school is also heavy, and all subjects have to spend enough time trying to achieve the desired score, but I will still spend a small part of my time to continue to contact writing. I hope that writing will accompany me all my life.
In the morning, a sudden brake broke through the quiet sky, and the heart-rending "cry" startled the birds, shattered the earth and awakened people immersed in their dreams.
More and more people came from all directions. Someone was on the phone, and the phone attracted a police car. The siren seemed to hold the devil's hand, and there was a noisy sound ...
When I was at school, there were fewer people in the street, but there were still many people talking about it. People couldn't help shivering because they didn't care about their expression and laughed unimpeded.
For me, that incident was just an inconspicuous flower among the flowers and a not-so-shining one among the stars, but for my parents, it was like giving them a shot in the arm, making my mother's nagging more and more, and my father's sermons endless.
Traffic lights and warning signs have also been newly installed near my home, and the zebra crossing has also been painted again. The dazzling white and red make people feel solemn.
One day at school, I was just about to leave home when my father, who always agreed to take care of myself, suddenly offered to send me across the street. When I thought my father was going to watch me cross the street, a casual look back found that my father was silently behind me, with one hand raised and about to touch my shoulder, but he always kept a short distance. My father's eyes did not fall on me, but he was eager to pursue the vehicles on both sides. I stopped suddenly, so that my father's hand hit my shoulder. Suddenly, I felt the strength of my father's arm. That huge impact is only for pushing me out by hand in times of crisis.
Feeling that I stopped, my father looked at me with concerned but stern eyes and said, "Hurry up, how can you stop in the middle of the road at this time?" Then he gave me a gentle push and looked back at the vehicles on both sides.
I suddenly felt that there was only my father and me between heaven and earth, and it was not a biting cold wind but a gentle warm current. At this time, it was not the cold that penetrated my heart, but the emotion that flowed into my heart.
In detail, I felt the silent love of my parents and learned what to pay attention to. My elders say that I am still young, and I still have a long way to go in the future, so I should cherish my life. Wait until like them, it's too late to regret it.
I bathed in the morning light of my parents' love, and was in the ocean of love. With the hope of cherishing my life, I took the most solid boat and sailed to the front illuminated by the light of wisdom.
The autumn wind blows gently across the earth. My children begged me to take them on an autumn outing. I looked out: "Well, the weather is good. Today, they can go to the most prosperous place in Vancouver to see the world." So, I set off with the children.
I led the children in front and waddled onto the road. The streets are full of traffic and pedestrians come and go. The children's curiosity was suddenly aroused by this bustling scene. They looked east and west along the way, flapping their wings from time to time and calling twice. This group of ducklings attracted passers-by to stop and watch. A childish voice said, "Mom, the ducklings are so cute. What are they going to do? "
I took this group of curious little guys and waddled forward. Humans were also very kind and took the initiative to make way for us. Suddenly, an unknown object "flew" over, and when I looked intently, it turned out to be a human means of transportation. I turned my head just to remind the children that I heard the child's cry: "Mom-",and then "plop-plop", and three of my children disappeared. I only heard the rest of the children shouting in horror: "Brothers and sisters fell into the hole!" " I looked inside, where is the hole? It's obviously a sewer!
I paced back and forth anxiously and called to them in the well. The three little guys huddled in fear and trembled. What should we do? What should we do? At this moment, I saw a policeman coming this way. I immediately rushed over, opened my mouth and shouted at him, trying to ask for his help. But he nodded to me and didn't understand me at all. I bit his trouser leg and screamed at the well. He finally moved his steps and followed me to the well.
I shouted at the sewer. He looked at the sewer and saw three ducklings huddled uneasily. He understood what I meant. I saw him immediately on the ground to fish with his hands, but he couldn't touch it. He took off his hat and reached into the sewer, still almost. At this time, many passers-by gathered around. I don't know who took the fishing net next door and handed it to him. He finally fished up my children one by one. There was a burst of applause in the crowd.
The children who were picked up immediately surrounded me and looked at three wet little guys. I fanned my wings at this group of good people and thanked them several times. We set off in a neat line again. I saw them waving to me and saying goodbye to us! And the vehicles that just kept flowing stopped in succession, making way for us ...
On the way, I thought as I walked: Thank you so much for human beings. If we can communicate with human beings, we must be bosom friends of human beings.
Dear Mom, Love Composition 6 of Grade 6:
Hello!
Do you remember that time when I was ill in hospital? Do you remember that you carried me to the hospital? At that time, I really wanted to say to you loudly: Mom, I love you!
I still remember that when I was in the second grade, my father was not at home. At noon, I went downstairs to play after dinner. At this time, it was winter, and the snow like goose feathers fell from the sky like white butterflies. The trees, houses and the ground were covered with snow. It was simply a world of powder makeup and jade. I am also deeply attracted by the world of snow. So, I played snow, had snowball fights and made a snowman with my children. In this way, time, like an angel, slipped away quietly in our frolic sound. In a blink of an eye, it was evening. You called me several times, and I always said: Play for a while. I didn't go home until nine o'clock in the evening. Your cooking was all cold, and I didn't eat it. I just ate a few biscuits and went to bed.
At midnight, I feel like a fire, and then I feel like I'm in the North Pole. I slowly climb out of bed, walk to the door of your bedroom, knock on the door and say to you: Mom, my body is hot for a while and cold for a while. You quickly touched my head: Ah! Son, you have a fever! You dressed me immediately, wearing only pajamas, and immediately ran out of the stairs behind my back. As soon as I went out, I immediately shivered. You quickly said to me: Nothing, let's go to the hospital. So, you ran to the gate of the community behind my back. However, we waited for ten minutes, but there was no taxi, and I was getting worse and worse. You said to me, Longlong, don't be afraid, I'll carry you to the hospital. I saw that you pulled up your leg, which seemed to be full of lead, and ran to the hospital like an arrow, but when you heard a splash, you fell heavily on the ground. You don't care about yourself, ask me how I am. That is, my heart trembled fiercely. On the way later, I was so tired that I fell asleep. When I woke up the next day, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, but you stayed up all night and sat beside me. At that moment, my eyes filled with tears. I really want to say to you: Mom! I love you! but
Ah! Mother is great, if maternal love is blue sky, then we are flocks of birds; If maternal love is the sea, we are small fish; If maternal love is the cradle, we are groups of children. Ah! Motherly love is higher than the blue sky and deeper than the sea!
Mom, I didn't have the courage then, but now, whenever I think about it, I will say to you loudly: Mom! I love you!
I hereby communicate
salute
Your son: Dragon.
20xx April 7th
The dark clouds covered the sun, the sky was dark, and there was only one thing in our minds: it was going to rain! There are still ten minutes before class is over, and we have no mind to listen to the class. We look out the window from time to time, and sure enough, it began to rain cats and dogs in less than two minutes. As soon as the teacher saw this scene, he let us finish school.
As soon as I heard that school was over, the students cheered and rushed out of the classroom. I also ran to the school gate with the crowd. The gate was crowded with parents who picked up the children. I hurried to find my parents among the parents. Gee, strange, why can't I see my parents among so many parents? One minute, two minutes, three minutes ... Time passed by minute by minute, as if a century had passed, my parents had not come yet, and my classmates were all taken away, leaving me alone to wait there silently. I guess they forgot me. I thought of it here, put my schoolbag on my head and ran in the heavy rain. When I got home, I threw away my schoolbag, took a bath, and when I got out of the bathroom, I felt a headache. My eyes were dark, and I suddenly lost my strength. It took me a long time to regain my will.
Time flowed difficultly, and my mother finally came back. She touched my head and immediately measured my temperature, then brought me water and medicine. Looking at my mother's deep eyes and listening to her hoarse voice, my nose is sour. Because my mother used to have bright eyes and pleasant voice, but now … it's all because of my mother's dedication to me! At this time, there were thousands of pictures of Qian Qian in my mind: my mother cooked for me early, my mother stayed up late to write a composition, my mother tirelessly taught me questions, and my mother … It turned out that my mother didn't come to pick me up because she didn't love me, but wanted me to have the ability to live independently after entering the society. When I thought of this, my tears welled up.
From that day on, I understood that there are no parents who don't love their children, but some show their love, while others hide it, which is often a greater love.
My family has a father who teaches me knowledge and truth, and a mother who gives me a better life.
Let me talk about my mother first. I remember when I was four years old, my mother made up her mind to let my sister and I live and study in a better environment. Even after repeated dissuasion and opposition from my family, she took us from my hometown in Jiangxi to Shenzhen. My sister and I were enrolled in folk music and wind music at school, and the tuition was expensive. My mother would rather save money herself and let us learn some talents. She once said to us, "It never hurts to learn some talents." Mom is so selfless and kind. My mother taught me that once I made up my mind, I should be as firm as a tree, and I can't be crushed by the wind and sand. I also saw my mother's spirit of self-sacrifice and silent dedication. She never cries out for bitterness and tiredness because she has paid for us. Her hard work and expectation make me work harder, and I know more about the hard-won good life now. I can't live up to her bitter conscience.
My father is a man who loves reading books and newspapers and is good at writing. His nose is not very high, and with a pair of big glasses, he looks more like a bookworm. Once, my father leafed through my Chinese book, reading it like a hungry wolf, forgetting the world and myself. When he found me coming, he shared with me what he had read in the text. His infatuation made me feel a different kind of fun from the boring book and inspired my love for Chinese. At this time, I think my father is a teacher, teaching me to read and to be a man. Sometimes, my father will squeeze out some time from his full schedule to practice calligraphy and teach me to write a brush. I can't help but write when I look at my father's expression of enjoyment. His enthusiasm for writing has inspired me deeply.
Seeing my words, articles and excellent Chinese scores again and again, I will recall what my father taught me. Seeing this superior and beautiful life, I can't help but feel sour in my nose and imagine that my mother is so difficult and selfless. I will never forget what my parents taught me. I must give them the best reward!
The night breeze blew, and the bright moonlight stretched my figure. The "rustling" autumn wind brought the familiar fragrance, and grandma's call sounded in my ears ...
Grandma is my deepest childhood memory, and the bowl in his hand is the home of love. Inadvertently, the bowl slipped from my hand. The bowl broke and fell out of my eye? Glittering tears fell, and the tears from my cheeks fell into the pool and splashed. At that time, I fell into the memory of love. It was a night full of love. Chrysanthemum bloomed and autumn wind blew. It was the season when I was born. My grandmother hugged me from my mother, and my first smile was dedicated to my grandmother. Grandma has been taking care of me since I was a child, and the medicine in her hand cured me of my illness ...
The cold wind roared and beat against the window. I had a fever. My grandmother was cooking medicine for me in the kitchen. I was lying in bed. I saw someone else's children having a snowball fight outside the window. When the snow fell, I reached out and caught it. I couldn't resist the temptation. I put on my shoes carefully, and I was afraid that my grandmother would find me. I climbed out of the window. I was playing happily outside, but I heard grandma's call. The anxious and worried voice called me. I saw grandma with medicine in her hand. Grandma's worried face was covered with fine lines and tears glistened around her eyes. I was ashamed to drink the medicine and said sorry to her.
"Granddaughter, what's wrong? Gee, how did the bowl break? Did you cut your hand? You are really not careful. " Grandma's face flashed with worry, and she quickly took my hand to see if she was hurt. When I woke up from my memory, I wiped my tears with my hand while my grandmother was not paying attention and said, "Grandma doesn't matter. She didn't hurt the broken bowl and tricked me into cleaning it up." I helped grandma up to tidy up the broken bowl. Grandma says that won't work. What should I do if I find the injury? "Then continue to clean up the broken bowl.
Grandma's back is bent and her hair is gray. Grandma is grateful for raising me.
It's autumn again. As usual, the bright moonlight has printed my figure, and the roadside lights have lengthened my figure. Leaves fall and chrysanthemums bloom in the world.
Grandma, thank you for having the fragrant bowl, caring for me, loving me, and thanking you for the fragrant bowl ...
My grandmother is 58 years old this year. She is getting old and her head is getting older? Not willing to eat good, not willing to wear good.
Nowadays, the society is developing rapidly. Every household has a refrigerator, a color TV and an air conditioner ... So does our family. Natural utilities are a big expense every month. Grandma can't stand it. In her words, it is: "Now this life costs money everywhere, even drinking water and lighting a lamp costs money, so we must save it."
However, in the hot summer, as soon as I came back from school, grandma turned on the air conditioner and took out the chilled watermelon. Grandma said, "Eat quickly." Grandma, have a piece, too. Grandma said, "I'm not thirsty." If you're not thirsty, you won't eat it. Grandma just managed to eat a piece.
Grandpa gave me a month's pocket money, and I bought a fish with the saved money. I asked my grandma to stew it. After grandma cooked it, I brought it to her. You should eat it quickly, and it's good for your health and tonic. Grandma hurriedly declined, so I'd better eat it for my good grandson. We are so old, so what else can we make up for | Now it's time for her to grow up, so come to her. But in the end, her old man was still reluctant to eat a few chopsticks. I still ate the leftover steamed bread hot. The next day, my grandmother fainted because of food poisoning. When I arrived at the Chinese medicine hospital, I was scared and cried. After grandma woke up, my aunt said to grandma, "Is it worth getting sick for a few dishes?"
When I was at grandma's house, I put the balloon I bought from school on the faucet. Just when I was having a good time, the balloon suddenly exploded. Water splashed everywhere. Grandma found out and saw the glistening water flowing away along the sewer. Can grandma not be angry? She put a straight face, as if every stiff wrinkle was full of anger. He said angrily to me, "Yu Hao, do you know how expensive the water fee is now?" You are still wasting, don't you know the truth of cherishing resources and protecting our mother earth? "
My grandmother, she has been the same for decades. She said that she is old and can't change it. But grandma loves me, and I love grandma. Isn't that happy?