In our ordinary daily life, writing is the most unfamiliar thing for everyone. With the help of writing, we can vent our feelings and adjust our mood. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following are 1 first compositions in the second volume of the sixth grade, which I carefully arranged, hoping to help you. I'm on my way home now, constantly looking at the beautiful scenery around me. Then, I can't help but think of the first time I walked home alone. I really appreciate that experience, because with that bold first time, I have the ability to go home by myself now.
It was a Friday in the fourth grade, and I walked out of the classroom after school. I didn't want to go back to the small table because I had an awkward conversation with the teacher at noon. What should we do? I'm whispering in my heart. Suddenly, I thought that the school was close to home, so I made up my mind to walk home by myself!
when I left the school, I clenched my triangular ruler-I was too careful at that time, thinking that an "outlaw" might not rush up from any corner to take my schoolbag and other things.
after walking for a while, I suddenly wanted to go to the toilet, and a toilet appeared in front of me, so I rushed in like a tiger down the mountain. When I entered the toilet, I still didn't forget to be vigilant, as if all the people in the toilet were bad people and had a grudge against them. Everyone was curious about my alert appearance, which made me very embarrassed.
after that, I got home smoothly. My mother praised me for going home by myself, and then said that she was very worried. What if something happened? I think so. Parents are really worried. Therefore, I decided not to go home alone without special circumstances.
Today, my father was busy and couldn't pick me up, so I walked home again, humming and looking at the surrounding scenery, and smiled happily.
Afterwards, I summarized the following points: 1. Going home by yourself is a kind of ability, which needs to be cultivated by yourself. 2. Tell parents everything and let them know their whereabouts, otherwise parents will be very worried. 3. Learn to restrain yourself, and don't let some of your thoughts get carried away. Go home by yourself this time. What should I do if something happens? 4, we should boldly concentrate some new things on the premise of safety, because with the first time, there will be a second and third time! Every time I go swimming, or I see others swimming, I can't help but think of the first time I learned to swim. The past is vivid, and it is an unforgettable experience.
during the summer vacation of grade three, my classmate went to learn swimming, and her mother suggested that I learn swimming together. When I heard this, I immediately flinched and said worriedly, "I dare not!" " My classmates immediately came over and comforted me and said, "I haven't studied either. Let's just study together." I hesitated and reluctantly agreed. (Original submission)
When we arrived at the swimming pool, we saw that there were quite a few people learning to swim, some were happy and some were depressed. At that time, we felt very scared, so I bravely said to my classmates, "Don't be afraid, there is nothing to be afraid of." Actually, I'm comforting her as well as myself. After adjusting our mentality, the coach began to teach us how to hold our breath and personally demonstrated it to us. Then, the coach asked us to try in the water. I took a deep breath and dived into the water. At that time, I was thinking: Don't be afraid, you must learn. After more than ten seconds, I couldn't hold it any longer, so I looked up from the water. Happily, I found that others had already raised their heads from the water, and I was the last to raise my head from the water. Therefore, the coach praised me.
A few days later, the coach began to teach us the new moves of breaststroke. First spread your legs like frogs, then bend your legs at 45 degrees and push them into the water, and your body will naturally float. I worked hard according to the coach's method and soon got the gist. When we had almost learned, the coach took us to another swimming pool. The coach asked us to try to swim from one end of the pool to the other. At that time, there were many people watching the excitement. I was quite confident when I got into the water. I couldn't swim halfway, but I secretly reminded myself: Don't give up, don't give up! You will succeed as long as you persist! I don't know how long it took, but I finally swam the whole course smoothly. I was very excited at that time, because I succeeded!
This is my unforgettable first time. This experience made me understand that as long as you persist, you can succeed, and success always comes after persistence. The first composition of the sixth grade volume 3
Many people have many firsts, the first cooking, the first washing dishes, the first wrestling, the first mistake ... the first time is sour; There are sweet ones; Bitter; There is spicy; Among the many firsts, it was the one that impressed me the most;
It was a sunny Friday, and I walked home at a brisk pace. I saw cars parked beside the sidewalk in the community. A white car with blue light caught the attention of my classmates and me. So we went up and looked at the small sign, which read "Please tap here to find the owner". So, out of curiosity, my classmates and I knocked on the place together, only to see the car flashing. Seeing that the situation was not good, we ran away. Suddenly we heard an uncle with a northeast accent swearing upstairs: "Who has such an itchy hand?" It turned out to be you two rabbits! " We ran faster after listening to it. The classmates have slipped away without a trace. Suddenly I saw my sister picking something in the shop, so I ran over. My sister asked what happened, and I told her the whole story in detail. My sister said, "I'm really not afraid of death!" I was so scared that I gave my sister my clothes and schoolbag, trying to disguise myself, and then walked to my sister's right. I urged my sister to hurry up for fear that the uncle would find out. But after a while, uncle came down, my heart was beating faster and faster, and my face was burning red. I secretly glanced at the uncle, only to see him with heavy eyebrows, plain clothes, a beer belly and a full face of anger. I thought to myself: I am going to be discovered, what should I do! My sister tried her best to block me, but it didn't help, because I was taller than my sister. The uncle came up to me, and my heart beat in my throat and I blushed like a monkey's ass. He pulled me out and asked, "Is that you, little sister?" I was so scared that I couldn't help crying. He asked again, and I said with tears in my eyes, "I'm sorry, uncle, I didn't mean to." I am just curious, there will be no next time. " "Let you have another time, go and see your parents." He said as he pulled me forward. I cried even harder. Said: "I'm sorry, uncle, I really dare not." My sister on the side couldn't help saying, "You are very strange. Why are you yelling at a child?" Uncle said, "Who are you? She is surprised to knock on someone else's car for no reason." ..... They quarreled like this until their parents came.
This incident made me deeply understand the truth that "illness comes from the mouth, and disaster comes from the hands".
Students, you must also have many unforgettable firsts. Come and share with me. With the growth of age, parents have taught us a lot of housework, among which cutting vegetables is essential.
A few years ago, I saw a food program on TV. A chef was cutting tofu, and he quickly ate tofu with a steamed stuffed bun. "Who wouldn't cut tofu?" I thought to myself, but he put the tofu into the water and gently waved the strips of "white silk" to float up! Such a good knife method! I also asked for chopping vegetables.
I went to the kitchen, and my mother was about to cut radish. I said to my mother, "let me cut the 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, so as to frighten you into washing lightly before heavy, and be careful not to cut your hand." Then she gave me a demonstration. Mother "scrape" several times to cut the radish into thin silk, and "scrape" several times to cut the thin silk into filaments. The shredded radish lay neatly on the chopping board, like a bunch of silver silk.
I thought, "isn't it easy?" Immediately, the right hand grabbed the kitchen knife and the left hand clumsily pressed it on the radish. Who knows, I was just about to cut it off. Somehow, the radish slipped from my hand and really slipped to my finger. I quickly shrank my hand. Fortunately, it was not chopped by a knife, but my index finger was cut.
Mom saw it and said, "Look at you. What's the hurry? Go to the band-aid, don't cut it, go to rest! " "Don't rest," I replied, "I don't believe you dare to be presumptuous in front of a' giant' like me!" "Radish is round and hard, and it slides easily on the chopping board. You can cut off a piece of radish first, and then-""Then put the cut side flat on the chopping board, right?"
So I started to cut it, and the radish was much more obedient. But not long after, my mother said, "Oh, why do you eat thin and thick?" How can it be cooked like this? " A fall into the pit, a gain in your wit. I cut it carefully. It's really a once-in-a-lifetime, twice-cooked radish. The shredded radish I ate was thin and long, and it was cut by my mother, almost the same.
I laughed and recalled that I covered my slightly painful hand when cutting vegetables just now, and I should do everything as seriously as cutting vegetables in the future! The first composition of the sixth grade volume 5
Autumn has arrived, and the sweet potatoes planted by my grandfather are ripe. My parents and I chose a sunny day to help grandpa dig sweet potatoes.
The car drove along the winding mountain road into a small mountain village and arrived at my grandfather's house. When we got off the bus, we couldn't wait to follow grandpa to the sweet potato field. When I came to the sweet potato field, wow, the green leaves all over the ground covered the ground like a thick blanket, leaving no gaps. Haha, sweet potato babies must hide below and play hide-and-seek with me! A breeze blows gently, and leaves are like thousands of small hands swinging with the wind, as if calling us to look for them!
My hands have been itching for a long time. Grandpa said, "Don't worry, it's easy to dig after I cut off these sweet potato vines." With that, he picked up the sickle and cut off a large piece of sweet potato vine with three or two strokes, revealing brown soil.
I picked up a heavy hoe and dug it hard with all my strength, only to hear a "click". Wow, I split a big sweet potato into two parts, revealing white and tender "meat" and milky juice. "What a pity!" I can't help sighing. At this time, grandpa saw it and said to me, "Don't look at digging sweet potatoes as simple as that, it also needs to pay attention to methods." First, you have to gently scrape the surface soil with a hoe. When you can see the appearance of sweet potatoes, find the right direction, and then dig up the whole string of sweet potatoes with a hoe, so that the dug sweet potatoes are not easy to break. " Grandpa patiently explained and gave me a demonstration. Sure enough, the sweet potatoes dug out by grandpa are all intact. Grandpa is really a good way to do farm work!
I followed my grandfather's example. I carefully scraped the surface soil first, and in a short time, one sweet potato baby appeared. I chose a direction and dug hard with a hoe, which was deeply inserted into the soil. But no matter how hard I try, the sweet potato just won't budge. I've always been a bull-tempered man, and I won't let it go so easily! I went to the opposite direction of the hoe, hugged the handle of the hoe and pressed it down with the strength of my whole body. However, these sweet potato babies seemed to compete with me on purpose. Grandpa laughed when he saw it, and said, "Granddaughter, you should not use brute force to do things, but use your brains more. You see, this direction is not good, let's try another direction. " Hit the nail on the head. I pulled out my hoe, and then I pulled it in the opposite direction. Then I pulled it hard, and sure enough, I pried up a bunch of sweet potatoes. I put down my hoe, grabbed the main roots of sweet potatoes and picked them up. Ha, I counted, there are six in one * * *, which is really like a string of mice biting their tails!
We didn't dig all the sweet potatoes in the field until noon. Although I only dug a small basket, two blisters have been worn out on my little hand, which hurts. We went home full of sweet potatoes, ah, this is really an unforgettable work! The first composition in the second volume of the sixth grade 6
There are many firsts in our lives: the first time I was late, the first time I was praised, the first time I was criticized, the first time I rode a bike ... This time I'm going to write about cooking for the first time.
I often cook by myself when mom and dad are not at home. I remember the first time I cooked, I was also alone at home. I'm going to make rice soup. First, I put some water, then I grabbed some rice and put it in. Turn on the rice cooker, and then go out to play for a while and then come running, but now the rice is not ready and hard. So I went out to play again, and after more than ten minutes, I flew to the front. I looked at it. The water was gone. I thought to myself, "Maybe the water is added too little, but the rice is added too much, which makes it rice." Fortunately, there are some dishes at home. I don't care, let's fill our stomachs first! Whether it's rice or rice soup. In this way, I ate rice made of rice soup and filled my stomach.
This is the whole process of my first cooking. Although I made rice soup into rice, I was still happy to eat my own cooking. After learning the first lesson, I have learned to cook, and I can cook. Tell me, am I great? The first composition of the sixth grade book 7
Speaking of the unforgettable first time, I have to bow my head in shame. Guess you never imagined that my first time was developing photos as a child!
I remember that time, my father, who has always been silent at home, suddenly said, Come on, help my father go to the photo studio downstairs to develop the photos. Dad has something to go to the company. Will you help his father? Ok, I answered dad confidently. Dad gave me the negative, and I was as happy as discovering a new continent. I thought to myself, it's just developing photos! Is it necessary to go to so much trouble? Otherwise, I'll help dad wash it! Not only save money, but also get praise from my father. It's the best of both worlds! Ok! Let's do it.
I brought a basin of cool cold water, and I thought: Why is this negative really dirty? It seems that cold water won't work, so I have to change it to hot water. After thinking about it, I started to act. As soon as the hot water was put away, I put the negative in, then rubbed it hard with soap and brushed it hard with a brush. I don't know how long I've been brushing, but there are a lot of soap bubbles, but this negative hasn't changed at all. I am extremely disappointed, alas! Why can't I clean it? Oh, no wonder dad wants me to go to the photo studio to wash it. There was a sound of opening the door. Dad saw me washing things in the toilet and asked me if I had the photos washed. I said no, and then I told my father the whole story. Dad laughed and said, silly boy, you can never clean this photo, and it's not as easy as you think. You must take it to a professional, okay? Hmm. I nodded in bewilderment.
ever since that incident, I can't help laughing when I think about it. Of course, in the first laugh, I also understood that nothing is as simple as you think, let alone act rashly. On Friday, the teacher assigned a class for the first composition in the second volume of Grade 6.