In daily study, work or life, everyone has written compositions, and they must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. With the help of compositions, we can improve our language organization ability.
I believe that many people will find it difficult to write essays. The following is a sixth-grade essay that I carefully compiled: The Story of My Puppy and Me. It is for reference only. I hope it can help everyone.
Sixth grade composition: The story of me and the puppy 1 Once, my mother took me to my grandma’s house, and I saw a puppy on the way.
I saw that this puppy was very cute, so I jumped out of my mother’s car and slowly walked to the puppy.
At this time, a person came up from nowhere, and she asked me: "Is this puppy yours?" "Yes! Let's go, Doudou!" An idea came to my mind, and I came up with a name and said it casually.
Looking at the man's retreating back, and then looking at the puppy, I wanted to take it home because I liked this puppy so much.
As I walked to my grandma's house, I looked back at the puppy and asked it to come with me, but it just looked at me and refused to go with me.
I pretended to jog and turned around while running. The puppy thought I was teasing it, so it followed me slowly.
At this time, another big boy came out from nowhere, and he asked me: "Is this puppy yours?" I nodded to him, pretending to be serious.
But the boy just didn't believe it, and said to an aunt who came out of nowhere: "Mom, isn't this the dog that was lost at so-and-so's house?" I was a little anxious, and it was about to succeed, so I couldn't just do it.
This is all in vain.
I said loudly: "No!" When they saw that I was so anxious, they believed me.
I took the puppy and walked to my grandma's house.
I was afraid that the puppy would walk away from me again, so I was thinking of ways to do it while walking.
I saw a noodle shop on the roadside, so I went over and asked for three small pieces of lean pork cubes.
I first threw a small piece to the puppy to let it see that I still had two pieces of meat in my hand.
Then move forward.
After the puppy ate a piece, it wagged its tail and started trotting after me.
I took it to the entrance of my grandma’s house and let it follow me upstairs.
Watching him jump up and down the stairs with me, I was so happy that I gave him another piece.
He ate it deliciously, wagging his tail and followed me again, all the way to the door of grandma's house. When grandma opened the door and the puppy followed me into the house, I gave it the last piece of diced meat.
I quickly closed the door, and this cute puppy, which was not ours, was brought back by a trick.
Although I quickly returned it to Grandma Li who was worried about losing the dog, I still felt that it brought me unforgettable happiness.
Sixth Grade Composition: The Story of My Puppy and Me 2 Two years ago, a little meatball came to my house. It had pure white fur and big black, watery eyes. It looked at you lovingly, and my heart was moved.
It became cute, and what was even more strange was that there was a yellow heart growing in the middle of its body. So, I adopted it and named it "Beibei". From then on, the two of us formed an indissoluble bond.
Now, Beibei is more than two years old. He is smart, cute and warm-hearted. He seems to understand everything you say. As long as I say: "Beibei, shake hands." He immediately hands me his little paw;
For the high stool, I just need to shout: "Come on, Beibei." It will jump up on the stool with a "swish" sound; when I eat, Beibei also wants to eat, it doesn't bark or make a fuss, it just looks eager.
Staring at you, if you ignore it, it will stretch out its cute little paws and hit you gently, as if to say: "Little master, don't just eat for yourself, give me some too."
"One night, when my father and mother were not at home, I played with Beibei. I stretched out my hand and shook the ball in front of Beibei. He opened his big mouth and took the ball away.
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I thought about it and decided to make a little joke with Beibei.
So, I said to Beibei: "Beibei, give me the ball to play with. If you don't give it to me, I will be sad." Beibei pretended not to hear and continued to play with his ball. I thought to myself:
Okay, if you ignore me, then I will show you howling and crying.
When Beibei heard my "crying", she immediately ran to me, gently raised her little paws, and hit my legs, as if to say to me: "Little master, little master,
Stop crying." I still ignored it and continued to cry. When Beibei saw that I was still crying, she ran to the kitchen. At this time, my heart was so cold that it was so broken.
After a while, Beibei actually shook his head and picked up the ball. Then he jumped up on the sofa nimbly and gently put the ball on my lap. I couldn't stop my tears for a while, "Whoa"
The ground was flowing out, and Beibei looked at me with innocent little eyes, with helplessness on his face. He was probably thinking: Little master, what's wrong with you?
Didn’t the ball come back to you?
Then Beibei took a step further to comfort me. It leaned hard against me, its little head passed through my hand, and slowly rested on my leg. Then, it stretched out its little tongue and gently
licking my hand.
I saw Beibei's anxious look, so cute, and a happy smile appeared on my face.