There is one of the most beautiful occupations in the composition 1 for the sixth grade of primary school Chinese, that is, teachers; There is a landscape that is the most meaningful, and that is the soul of the teacher; There is one emotion that is most touching, and that is the relationship between teachers and students. We have the same blazing sun, we have the same vast sky, and under the same sky, we spread hope with love.
-inscription
She has a pair of bright eyes, which radiate innocent and lively light from time to time. In her thirties, she still has a heart as young as ours. She has an elegant temperament and is an unforgettable teacher. Her profound literary background makes her more outstanding. No matter who she meets, she will give him a sweet smile, which makes people feel unspeakable comfort. Her voice is beautiful, soft and refreshing, and a series of words slip out of her mouth, just like delicious jelly sliding down her throat. A seemingly ordinary sentence, modified by her clever mouth, became beautiful and moving. Listen to her lecture,
It's really an honor. Very pleasant.
She pursues perfection in everything, "either do it or do the best", which is my evaluation of her. She can always face the busy work with a normal heart, seize every opportunity and fully display her personality on the big stage.
In fact, there are not only flowers and applause in her life, but also difficulties sometimes. No matter what difficulties she encounters, she has always been so strong in front of us, and her sallow face is still smiling. Perhaps the wind and rain of the years will wash away her memory, and the wheel of history will crush many of her past experiences with us. But there is a kind of warmth that will never be diluted by the running water of the years-that is the love between teachers and students!
Serious, practical, beautiful and sincere like a child, this is my head teacher-* * *
Everyone has ideals, and I am no exception. So, now let me talk about my ideal career.
My ideal career is a writer. Why is there such an ideal? Please listen to me slowly.
In fact, my previous compositions were very poor, and I almost never got "excellent", but they were all "good". However, once, I wrote an essay entitled "Monkeys Catch the Moon", which was actually read by the teacher as a model essay! This gives me great confidence. Since then, my composition has often been proposed by teachers as a model essay.
I made up my mind at that time: I must be a writer! The reason is: I fell in love with writing! Even if you don't want to write, you can't wait to write the story as long as you write the second paragraph. ...
I often fantasize that I will become a celebrity and be sought after by adults and children after I become a writer. ...
Fantasy is beautiful, but it is far from reality. I want to be a writer. I may need to work hard. For example, although I want to be a writer, I am lazy and don't practice much at ordinary times. My thoughts are not deep enough, and the thoughts summarized every time are not deep enough. ...
But for my ideal, I am now more diligent, more active in writing, reading more extracurricular books (but more literature and the like), and further improving my ideological depth. Let my ideal get closer and closer to me until it is completed.
My ideal is to be a writer. Although I seem to be far away from it now, I will definitely try to make it closer and closer to me. Although, I know that there will be bumps along the way, I will try my best to overcome them and make this ideal and fantasy come true!
Everyone has a small ideal in his heart. In my mind, my ideal is to be an excellent teacher.
When I was very young, I had a little dream-to be a great scientist, because I liked to study things at that time. But for a while, I was fascinated by detective comics. Later, I changed my ideal and wanted to be a famous detective like Sherlock Holmes. Because the detective's work is thrilling, it can help people solve mysteries. Once, I read a detective cartoon. The detective almost lost his life looking for evidence. Since then, my ideal has been shaken, and I don't want to die early.
One day, my mother joked, "Don't you like Altman?" You are him! "I said seriously," ok, but I don't have a mask and a transformer. What should I do? " Mom smiled and said, "I'll buy it for you." "In this way, I became the patron saint of justice. When I put on a mask and transformers to look for monsters in the community, I was laughed at by other children: "Look! That fake Altman! "Now that I think about it, I was too naive.
Now I am a fifth-grade student. When I grow up, I understand a lot of truth. Knowing that the ideal is a person's goal in life, you can't give up easily because you encounter some difficulties. We must make unremitting efforts and struggle for our ideals, and our ideals can become a reality. Now I am studying hard for my ideal-an excellent teacher. I want to spread all my knowledge to my students and light up the road of life for them.
Ideal is like a seedling, waiting for you to fertilize it. Go, go bravely, success is beckoning to you!
The sixth grade composition of primary school Chinese 4 cicadas, autumn branches, yellow leaves, pomegranate fragrance, old worries, cold cream. Liu Xia is wrapped in purple parrot millet, and yellow wax paper is wrapped in red room. The jade carving curling is wet, and your spot seems to make Xiang 'e cry. When Xiao Niang first married a drunkard, she didn't mean to drink, chewing ten thousand grains of water. It is a well-known pomegranate song. Looking up, the pomegranate tree in the poem is close at hand: its branches spread in all directions. Maybe it has always wanted to be strong and strong, but it always looks so small and exquisite. The black branches are covered with slender leaves, which are flexible, thick and green. It can be said that there are plum branches and willow leaves, which are strange but not barren, fresh but not gentle and lovely. This style has both advantages and disadvantages of plum tree. "
I remember that in summer, there are always a few delicate pomegranate flowers hidden among the green leaves, but they are so eye-catching. One petal is so clear, the single petal is out of reach, and the double petal is more luxurious. Now, instead of them, they are bright red pomegranates. When the autumn wind blows, they all blush with laughter, how like a group of naive children! Pomegranate is a treasure, and its skin, roots and flowers can be used as medicine. Its peel contains malic acid, tannin, alkaloids and other components. According to related experiments, pomegranate peel has obvious bacteriostatic and astringent effects, which can make intestinal mucosa converge and reduce the secretion of intestinal sticky wax, so it can effectively treat diarrhea, dysentery and other diseases, and has a good inhibitory effect on Shigella and Escherichia coli. In addition, pomegranate peel contains alkaline substances, which have insect repellent effect; Pomegranate flower has the function of stopping bleeding, and pomegranate flower soaking and washing eyes has the function of improving eyesight.
Who wouldn't want to try such a good gift from nature? Pa, ripe pomegranate can no longer restrain inner joy and grinned. There is a crystal lamp. Peeling off the skin, I saw agate-like children clinging together. Red and white, crystal clear. Ah, is this the shining wisdom of pomegranate? Take some pieces and chew them in your mouth. They are sour and sweet, and suddenly feel refreshed. Ah, what a natural gift-pomegranate!
It has been five days since the composition of the sixth grade of primary school Chinese was made clear. The breeze is blowing gently and the air is full of happiness.
Today, my father and I came to the semi-final of Super Baby Show. Although I saw the familiar arena again, I know that the "babies" in this semi-final are all tested and screened elites! Thought of here, my heart suddenly added a little tension, but I understand that only by entering the top ten finals can I get the results that I have worked hard for so long! So I am full of confidence in the game!
At this moment, I vaguely felt a thick flame burning in my heart! "come on Be sure to cheer! " Unconsciously, the semi-final has already started. Look! Each contestant gave her best side one after another: she sang this song to make people feel high; Peacock dance, she dances like a cloud; He plays the violin with fascination; She told the story vividly ... the contestants have their own styles and characteristics. Seeing this "fierce" "battle" made me more motivated!
It's my turn I took my erhu to the stage. In order to make the performance more exciting, I added all the "small flavors", and with the improvement of my erhu teacher, this song "Mercedes-Benz on the Plain of Senecio" made me play it perfectly.
The teacher gave me high marks of 9.8, 9.7 and 9.8. Finally, I advanced to the final with a good score of 9.77! Knowing this news, I jumped three feet high and hummed a little song all the way, letting the happy breath soak my whole body. "Let's be ordinary people, I am so happy today, so happy!"
Comments: As long as you have confidence, you will succeed! Yuxin is the best baby! At the beginning of the article, people feel happy, and this breath has been rippling in the air until the end of the article.
Everyone has his own ideals, his own goals, and his own promising achievements. I also have an ideal, which is to be a doctor.
Doctors save lives, doctors are unknown, and doctors serve the people. The doctor thinks: "A person's life is like waiting in line. Death passes by everyone. If he stops by your side, it means your life is in danger. And the doctor's task is to push death away from you and ensure your safety. I want to be an excellent doctor and make the world less painful to lose loved ones.
In my mind, the profession of doctor is great and selfless. Doctors are angels in white in people's minds. The so-called angels in white not only treats people, but also serves the people and takes care of their health and life. Doctors are unknown to save lives. Sometimes doctors do surgery without eating.
During the Wenchuan earthquake, doctors worked day and night to save people and tried their best not to let death take a person away. During this period, the doctors basically didn't take a sip of water, didn't eat a bite of rice, and didn't complain. It can be seen how hard and hard the doctors are!
I should learn from my life, listen carefully and speak actively in my study. When I grow up, I will use this knowledge to serve people. You can't back down when you encounter difficulties and setbacks. I must have the spirit of not afraid of difficulties, not afraid of failure, and getting up from where I fell. Remember: "As long as you work hard, the iron pestle is ground into a needle."
Everyone has an ideal, a goal to strive for, and their honed achievements. There can be no setbacks on the road of life. Remember: "failure is the mother of success!" " "I will definitely pursue my ideal and realize it! Therefore, if I put on a white coat and become angels in white, I will definitely use what I have learned to save more lives.
Outside the window, the rain is still falling, and the rain beads are banging on the glass, making a "ding-ding" sound. The rain outside the window has already drowned out the leisurely chat at home, and my parents are busy going separately, but I sit in my room and forget the rain outside the window. In the dim light, I seem to see a man, a stalwart man-Xiao, whose ignorant smile seems to evoke my sleeping memory again. ...
Careful Yue, an eight-or nine-year-old girl, suddenly fainted during a dance practice and was taken to the hospital. After examination, her family was poor. The little father sold the house and took the little one to the big hospital in Changchun for treatment.
When I arrived at the big hospital, the doctor said that the tumor had to be removed, but the medical waste alone would cost hundreds of thousands. For this family, this is a huge sum of money. Gradually, because of careful Yue's illness, she went blind. The doctor told Xiaoye's father that if she had any wishes, the child would try his best to satisfy her. My little father knows that my little wish is to go to Beijing to see the national flag raised, but how is this possible? At this time, the media reported this matter, and everyone was very moved. Many people asked for a virtual flag-raising ceremony in Changchun. Soon, everyone is ready, and everyone is involved (the composition in Unit 3 of the first volume of Grade 6 comes from the composition column of the primary school unit of the composition channel. For details, see/Wen Zuo /List_396 1.html). Along the way, everyone played various roles, and everyone hoped to help Xiao Xinyue fulfill this wish.
Suddenly, neat rows of teams appeared in front of people, and the flag-raising ceremony began. The national anthem suddenly sounded and the national flag slowly rose. Xiao Xinyue felt it and gently raised her little hand, but because of the pain, she couldn't lift it half. The aunt next to her gently lifted her little hand. Seeing this scene, everyone cried quietly, and no one wanted to disturb this ongoing "lie" ...
Now, careful Yue has grown up slowly, and no one wants to break this white lie. ...
There are many firsts in life, like deep footprints, which grow with us. One of the deepest footprints in our memory is the experience of taking the subway. At that time, I was only ten years old and just entered the fifth grade.
That summer vacation, my father and his company held a trip to Beijing, but the location was our capital. I am so excited to hear it, the capital of China! Great, I can go to the capital to climb the Great Wall and visit the Forbidden City. We packed our bags and flew to Beijing. The next day, considering that we had never taken the subway, my father took us to take the subway.
Take a look at the subway station, wow! What a beautiful house, the lobby is a bit vulgar, because it looks like a bird instead of a bird, like a snake instead of a snake, and its shape is very strange. After buying the tickets, we went to wait for the bus. At this moment, a car rumbled by. "The door is about to close." My sister and a classmate who came with us got on the bus first. I quickly took my father a few steps and got on the bus. The door closed at once. Seeing that mom and others didn't come up, dad and our three children came. It's terrible to think about it. If I hadn't pulled my dad, we three children would have taken the subway. This is a big Beijing. How should mom and dad find us in a hurry? Look at the expression of the classmate who came up with us. His parents didn't come up. The consequences can be imagined. If his father hadn't tried his best to comfort him, that classmate might have been in tears. We got off at the destination, but my legs were still shaking disobediently. The classmate was crying until his parents arrived.
I was really scared when I took the subway. Now it seems as if it happened yesterday. Well, you can't be impatient in the future. As the saying goes, you can't eat hot tofu if you are impatient. After a subway ride, we almost couldn't find our parents and couldn't come back.
This is my deepest footprint.
When I was a naive child, I was afraid and sad to see my relatives around me sick and the pain of fighting the disease. At that time, I imagined that if I were a doctor, I would immediately relieve their pain and let them immediately restore their old smiles. At that time, wanting to be a doctor was a great ideal in my life.
Until the Sichuan earthquake last year, I heard and witnessed many casualties. At that time, I was heartbroken and watched the medical staff risk their lives to save lives day and night. Their lofty qualities strengthened my ignorant belief. My ideal is to be a skilled people's doctor.
I want to be a doctor, this belief has been buried in my heart, and I will make unremitting efforts for it. I want to be a doctor, because doctors can relieve people's pain and people can live a healthy and happy life; I want to be a doctor, because doctors can bring back many relatives who are desperately tortured by diseases and make the happiness of the past reappear; I want to be a doctor, because doctors can make our bodies healthier and our lives better. ...
Only when we live a good life can our country prosper and society progress, and social progress will bring us a better and happier life. Doctors, what lofty titles, their contributions are inconspicuous and unknown. When every patient can smile again, maybe the doctor is holding a sore waist and wiping the sweat on his forehead, but seeing the patient's health is a great comfort to him, so the doctor is noble and selfless, and now I am sailing in this direction. ...
I hope to be a doctor, a doctor with high moral character.
Composition 10 "Ding!" As soon as the bell rang, Mr. Wu, a Chinese teacher, hurried into the classroom with a thick stack of test papers. It seemed that there was something urgent and he said to everyone, "Hurry up and take the exam. There are many papers this time. " The examination paper fell into the hands of every classmate like snowflakes. When I got the test paper, I habitually looked at the composition topic of the test paper. Immediately, I became nervous. The original composition should be more than 500 words. No wonder the teacher said a lot.
I began to answer questions. I was nervous and didn't write the question. The answers that are usually familiar are now very strange.
After going through one level after another, I reached the wooden bridge of reading and understanding, which is my best topic, and my tension gradually disappeared. Who knows, this reading comprehension doesn't know how many small topics to write, which stumbles me! I recalled all the knowledge I had learned over and over again in my mind, turned over all the methods of feeling in my mind, thought hard and felt the same way, and finally crossed this dangerous wooden bridge.
This "active volcano" has to walk more than 500 steps to pass. Fortunately, it is a self-propositional composition. The theme is: Mother's Day. I wrote my best composition "Grateful Mom", and finally wrote 578 words.
After writing the test paper, I don't like checking very much. I looked around, and my classmates were waving their pens quickly. Occasionally, someone looks up, twists his neck and releases his hand, but few people finish it.
The bell rang in our ears and the teacher began to appear. The students who didn't finish writing dragged the test paper to plead with the teacher and asked the teacher to give us some more time, but they were all rejected by the teacher.
The students who have finished writing are very self-restrained, but some of them are turning pages quickly or checking their answers with their classmates.
This battle is really hard to fight!
Regan Noodles is a famous snack in Wuhan. It won the hearts of Wuhan people with its unique taste and mouthfeel.
Regan Noodles, which has just been fished out, is steaming hot. After all kinds of spices are put on it, the fragrance is tangy. The thick aroma of sesame paste and sesame oil can be smelled far away, which is really appetizing. It's delicious, dry and chewy, which makes people never tire of eating it. Regan Noodles can be seen everywhere in Wuhan's restaurants, canteens and streets. The first thing for Wuhan people working in other places is to eat a bowl of delicious Regan Noodles.
There is a short story about the origin of Regan Noodles. It is said that in the early 1930s, a man named Li Bao sold bean jelly and noodle soup at Guandi Temple in Chang Di Street, Hankou. One day, it was very hot and the noodles were not sold out. Afraid that his hair would turn sour, he cooked the remaining noodles, fished them out and hung them on the chopping board. Accidentally spilled sesame oil in the oil pan on the noodles. Li Bao had a brainwave and simply mixed sesame oil into the noodles, and then cooled them with a fan. The next morning, Li Bao scalded the cooked noodles mixed with oil in boiling water several times, filtered the water, put it in a bowl, and then added the seasoning selling bean jelly to make the noodles steaming, delicious and appetizing. People rushed to buy and ate with relish. When someone asked him what noodles he was selling, he blurted out "Regan Noodles". Since then, Regan Noodles's name has spread all over the streets of Wuhan.
The production process of this Regan Noodles is not simple, and there are many details. Cook the noodles the night before first, scoop them up and spread them to cool, and mix them with sesame oil. When eating the next day, boil a large pot of boiling water, heat the noodles in a colander, and then mix with sesame sauce, sesame oil, diced mustard tuber, shrimp skin, soy sauce, monosodium glutamate, pepper, chopped green onion, ginger rice, garlic paste, pepper and so on. The first lesson of this semester's labor class is to learn to be Regan Noodles. I haven't tried it yet. When I have time, I will also make a bowl of authentic Regan Noodles.
It is because Regan Noodles tastes so good that it is loved by Wuhan people. It is also known as the "Five Famous Faces" of China along with Daoxiao Noodles in Shanxi, Yifufian in Guangdong and Guangxi, Dandan Noodles in Sichuan and Zhajiang in the north.
The sixth grade composition of primary school Chinese 12 cares for each other.
"Ding Lingling ..." As the bell rang, the teacher announced that our class was over. And told us: "The snowstorm is coming soon. You should go home as soon as possible. You can't stay on the side of the road to play. Be sure to pay attention to safety! " My classmates and I immediately packed our schoolbags and ran out of the classroom.
When I came to the side of the road, I saw the dark clouds rolling in the sky, people coming and going on the road, all in a hurry to go home, and I also accelerated my pace. When I came to a crossroads, suddenly, an uncle riding a bicycle knocked a little girl to the ground. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he rode away at once. I saw that little girl's feet were skinned and blood was oozing out. The little girl was frightened and began to cry at once. Pedestrians on the road also ignored her. I felt sorry for her, so I hurried over and wiped her blood with the paper towel my mother put in her schoolbag. She cried and cried, "It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! "I said," Hold on, I'll take you home when you're clean. Where do you live? " "In Century Square," she sobbed, "what a coincidence! I live there too. " After cleaning, I helped her limp home.
Finally, I came to her door. She told me that I had arrived. I help knock on the door. The little girl's mother welcomed us in and asked why. She quickly thanked me and gave me candy and cookies. I was embarrassed and hurried home.
Walking on the way home, although the sky is gloomy, I still feel very happy. Because I did a meaningful thing today, and I also understand that helping others can make me happy! I hope everyone can give a little love, and don't be irresponsible for your actions like that uncle!
The beautiful scenery in the heart is a place without pollution.
-inscription
I fell asleep with this polluted city. ...
I'm up. After eating some breakfast, I immediately set foot on the road to visit my friends. Flowers, birds and flowing water accompanied me to the depths of the jungle. I came to a place where I could see the sun. Look up: Hey! Uncle Sun, long time no see, you are really much stronger! Therefore, it is good to do more exercise. Hey? ! Mother sky, let me fall into your arms again! Your mind is so broad. But humans have been destroying you and making you feel wronged. Hello, Sister Baiyun! Thank you for taking care of Mother Sky and making her gaunt face rosy. Bowing your head, a large piece of green grass stretches into the distance, which makes people feel so comfortable. This is of course the masterpiece of the Caodi brothers. However, Sister Hua Er is not to be outdone. Flowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed. That colorful, better for the grass elder brother embellishment. Here, there is also a crystal clear stream. Hey, stream, you and other streams converge into a river, river, sea and ocean. You told me deeply: unity is strength!
It's getting closer and closer to noon. Uncle Sun's sunshine is getting stronger and stronger, but my uncle and aunt blocked some sunshine for me with her arm. At this time, the small animals don't know whether to welcome me or to have a fixed activity time. All came out: Tibetan antelope, panda, bird, little brown bear, zebra ... We looked at each other and said hello. Then, we form a circle and play together.
Uncle Sun is off work. After a while, Aunt Moon and Brother Xing jumped out, and Aunt Moon led me to a small room. I ate something and lay in bed. The younger brothers of the stars got together and knitted me a thick quilt and covered me gently.
Humans! We all have a beautiful scenery in our hearts. However, the current "scenery" is already too bad. Looking forward to, one day, everyone can see the beautiful scenery in their hearts!
In my thirteen years of life, there are many firsts, such as the first fried rice, the first composition writing, the first criticism, the first cycling and so on. What impressed me most was riding a bike for the first time.
It was the day when I was six years old. I saw all my classmates riding bicycles in the community, so I called my father to remove the two wheels of the four-wheeler for me to ride. He agreed happily.
Ten minutes later, the practice begins.
When I first got on the bike, I was full of confidence, thinking that I could learn it in three or two times. Who knows-I got on the bike, held the handlebar, held my head high and pushed the pedal hard. Unexpectedly, the car turned several times and fell to the ground with a bang. This autumn, I lost all my confidence, my courage and my smiling face. After a few minutes, I slowly got up from the ground, picked up my bike and pushed it home step by step. Think it's too difficult.
On the way, I thought a lot. When I think of a sentence-"Nothing is difficult in the world, if you put your mind to it", I think: As long as you work hard, anything will succeed. I pulled myself together and decided to get on the horse again. Dad told me that when the car is about to fall, the front of the car should swing a little to avoid falling.
I got on the bike again, grabbed the handrail and pedaled hard. Ah! No, the car will reverse to the left. I turned the car to the left to avoid robbery. Knock on the door. After another wave of unrest, my bike hit the wall and I fell to the ground!
"I can't believe I can't conquer you!" I was thrown out of the fire, and I said to myself, I rode again This time, the bike suddenly obeyed and didn't fall down. I didn't fall for several laps in a row. At this point, I was so happy that two big words appeared in my mind-success.
At this time, the sun just smiled behind the dark clouds, as if cheering for my success.
Riding a bike for the first time, although I fell down and was covered in dust, I finally succeeded! I got an inspiration from learning to ride: no matter what I do, I will succeed as long as I work hard.
The Dragon Boat Festival is coming, and everyone is very busy. Mom and grandma took out the soaked glutinous rice first, and then began to clean the leaves of zongzi, ready to start making zongzi.
"Mom, I can't make dumplings yet. Can you teach me how to wrap zongzi? " I pleaded. "Well, it's easy to make zongzi anyway. I'll teach you!" My mother readily agreed to my request. "However, it is difficult to clean up at first, so you must be patient. No, first bind the leaves of zongzi into a cone; Remember, be sure to tie it tightly and don't leak rice. Put the glutinous rice down again. If you like to eat red jujube zongzi, you can also put a few small red dates in it to cook together. Then cover the mouth of glutinous rice with a zongzi leaf; Then tie the zongzi tightly with a string or cut Julia, and you're done! " Mother said to me carefully.
I don't know why, the "good girl" zongzi in front of my mother turned into a "naughty egg" in front of me. No matter what I do, it won't listen to me. I am so angry that I really want to scold it. Finally, I wrapped a zongzi with my mother's help. Although it doesn't look elegant, it is the best one I have wrapped.
On the Dragon Boat Festival, my mother brought me a five-string rope and told me not to break it, nor to break it. I can't take it off until it rains for the first time after the Dragon Boat Festival. It is said that colored ropes represent five-color dragons, which can subdue demons and drive away diseases. Busy all morning, today's protagonist appeared-white and tender zongzi dipped in white sugar, sweet and sticky, white and fragrant, delicious!
May 5, Dragon Boat Festival, eating zongzi, swimming in the dragon boat, beaming ... I love the Dragon Boat Festival in my hometown!