In our ordinary daily life, everyone is familiar with writing. Writing is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. In order to make your composition easier and more convenient, the following are 1 compositions of my sixth grade primary school, which I collected and sorted out, hoping to help you. My sixth grade primary school composition article 1

In class, the teacher often mentioned the poor life of children in mountainous areas and told us how difficult their life was, but that was just heard, but I had never seen it with my own eyes. This summer, I was in Dajing Town, and I really realized the hardship. Their persistence and understanding made me think a lot.

this time, my mother's unit organized a visit to help poor children in poor mountainous areas. We came to their home along the winding mountain road. The house was crumbling and the walls made of red bricks were not painted at all. The worn-out bricks have already fallen, revealing small square holes. As long as you scrape the wall gently, the wall ash will be scattered all over the floor. Walking into their home, the wooden windows were covered with cracks and mottled, which seemed to tell their own vicissitudes. There was no glass on the window frame, but a thin, transparent plastic paper was stuck with paste. When the wind blew, it would make a "sand" sound. The bed on one side of the room is full of sundries, covered with shabby straw mats full of holes, and the quilt is also covered with patches of all sizes.

Look at their school again, there are only a few dilapidated tile houses. The walls of the classroom are pitted, the desks and chairs are missing a corner here, and a piece is missing there. None of them are complete, and the blackboard on the podium is worn out, not to mention the projector and computer. Walking back, I can see a concrete ground. This is their playground. Several girls are running and chatting on the playground. I also ran up to them and asked them, "Do you think it's hard to live in such poor conditions in the mountains?" The girl smiled brightly and told me in nonstandard Mandarin: "It's not bitter, it's not bitter, you have good friends, you can go to the fields to catch cricket, and you can learn a lot of knowledge and skills from your teacher ..." She told me a lot in one breath, and her optimistic sunshine made me feel warm. The teacher who led the team told us: "In such an environment, the children did not shout hard and tired, but still studied hard and became angry." Looking at the dark and thin children in front of me, I can't help but respect them.

As for me, under the favorable learning environment, I should redouble my efforts to become an excellent teacher. In the future, I will dedicate my love to students like this and impart all the knowledge, so that they can change their destiny with knowledge and become a pillar of the motherland! My sixth grade primary school composition 2

The sixth grade has arrived, and I came to my alma mater where I have lived for six years with excitement, thinking: It's finally the sixth grade! I still remember when I first entered the school, holding my father's hand and stepping into the school gate with great curiosity. I cried and didn't want to go to school. My father sent me to school. At the moment I left, I realized that my father had always been good for me and exercised my self-care ability.

every time I think of the embarrassment when I first stepped into the gate, I always smile. I felt so silly and naive at that time.

and what about us now? The new semester has arrived, and the students have grown a lot. Indeed, it is much more mature than before. Wearing bright red scarves, we happily walked into the campus and greeted our classmates. We are not children now, but mature and polite pupils, and we have grown up! Sixth grade, we are already in sixth grade! You should do what the sixth grade should do, shouldn't you?

in the sixth grade, I felt a little bit of glory for him. With the increase of grade, we are also changing the lovely ones. Let us fly freely in the country where we study. We grow up in happiness and learn in happiness!

I hope time stays at this moment forever! Let's feel and cherish our wonderful childhood ... My sixth grade primary school composition 3

I have a lovely grandfather, and my favorite person is my grandfather.

from one month after my birth to four years in kindergarten, I have been living in my grandfather's house and being raised by my grandmother. In my heart, my love for my grandfather even exceeds that of my parents. When I was a baby, my mother was going to take an exam at Jinhua Zhejiang Normal University, and my grandfather went with me. I remember when I was seven years old, I was going to a hospital in Ningbo for adenoid surgery. I was so scared when I heard that I was going to have "general anesthesia". Grandpa smiled and comforted me and encouraged me, and personally accompanied me, giving me courage and strength. I really like being with grandpa!

Grandpa is 6 years old this year, but his hair is black and bright, his body is strong, he walks full of energy, and the wind is blowing under his feet. Speak, like Hong Zhong, gushing.

In my heart, my grandfather will always be the greatest person. Although his life is plain, he always cares for me. Whenever I am wronged or bullied outside, and sometimes even my mother blames me, my grandfather always comforts me patiently and slowly gives me reason. My grandfather's arms are my safe haven forever.

in my mind, grandpa is optimistic and laughs all day. When I was only two years old, whenever I fell, I would immediately pick me up and make me laugh. If I don't laugh, grandpa will show me funny programs. As long as I smile, grandpa will be happy from ear to ear.

In my heart, my grandfather will always be the first teacher in my life. He taught me the most precious word in the world-honesty. I remember once, I accidentally broke grandpa's favorite item. I was so scared that I thought: This is terrible. Although my grandfather is very kind to me and won't hit me, it's his favorite thing. What should I do? I am in a dilemma whether to lie or tell grandpa. But when I thought of my grandfather teaching me to be honest since I was a child, I told him about it in detail when he came back. Instead of criticizing me, my grandfather said to me earnestly, "My granddaughter has grown up and is sensible. You can buy this thing again if it is broken, but your honesty can't be bought!" This sentence is deeply imprinted in my mind, urging me to be an honest person at all times.

Grandpa has been teaching for more than 4 years. He is really respected and has many peaches and plums all over the world. His talents are outstanding in everything, especially his literary talents. Many of my grandfather's articles have been published in national and provincial newspapers and won many awards. He has also published two books successively. Recently, he wrote more than 2, words of autobiography "Searching for the Trace" on Sina blog. I envy and admire him very much. My biggest headache in writing was my grandfather's inspiration and guidance. His good habit of writing also inspired me to publish my exercises frequently in my Sina blog. "Climbing the Oriental Pearl Tower" was finally published in Zhoushan Evening News. I am so happy and thank my grandfather!

This is my talented and lovely grandfather. I love my grandfather! My sixth grade primary school composition article 4

saw the dog! Come here! "Alas ... no!" I left disappointed.

I have two dogs in my family, one is black and the other is white, the white one is called Doudou, and the black one is called black bean. But ...

A year ago, I saw a box on the side of the road, and ran over to have a look. Wow, haha! Dog! One black and one white. Huh? Ah! White dog is pregnant! I picked up the box and ran home quickly. "wow! Really! White dog is pregnant! So we have three puppies at home! Good! " Mom said with surprise. "Mom. . . You mean these two ... Oh, no! How can these three dogs be on the roadside? " I asked strangely. Mom said solemnly, "The owner of the dog must have found out that the white dog was pregnant and threw away the white dog and the black dog." "Oh, according to you ... these two dogs are husband and wife?" "Silly girl, haven't you seen it yet?" "see?" I looked at the dog carefully, ah! That's right! You see, the black dog protects the white dog and looks at me in horror. "ah! Mom, they must be hungry! " I brought a plate of crispy pork ribs ... and gave it to the dog. I saw the black dog smell it first, and then gave it to the white dog. I saw it, and the black dog clearly said that he was not willing to eat. I was suddenly inspired: the white dog is called Doudou, and the black dog is called Black Bean!

"Xiao Xi, come and see!" On the sixth morning, my mother shouted. I ran outside and found black beans walking anxiously at the door. I found that Doudou is ... Ah! We are going to have a third puppy soon. Until the morning, the kennel that had been shaking stopped. I hurried to the side and found that Doudou was ... dead. And the puppy was not born. When I turned around, I found that the black beans were gone. I saw them. They were there, at the other end of the box ... It saw them.

Mom wants to bury the peas, and the black beans keep barking beside them. It doesn't allow anyone to go near the peas. The next morning, I found that black beans and peas were gone. My mother told me: they left and went to a place where no one was there. I cried and ran out of the door, but there were no two puppies, so I had to hold back my tears and go home. I'm curious. Doudou is dead. How did black beans transport Doudou out?

ah! I see, it's the power of love! My sixth grade primary school composition article 5

propaganda, what is propaganda? Maybe many friends don't understand its meaning. Let me explain it roughly: convince the target of one thing and persuade him/the masses to promote it together.

all walks of life need publicity to expand their sphere of influence. The first step a brand can take is to get praise from customers, and then let them help promote it. Then spread the word, spread the word; One life two, two lives three, three lives everything. A brand that has been praised by the DPRK, its publicity can be beautified as "promotion". However, a group or organization that is not beneficial to society, at most, their propaganda is "cheating", such as cults. Here I want to knock the alarm bell for everyone: it is good to have a belief, but keep your eyes open and don't be cheated!

I haven't logged on to Meg for some days. As soon as I opened Meg today, there was a lot of interactive information. Click on it, there is a person promoting it in my composition review! She wanted me to praise her composition, but I didn't, because my heart was a little uncomfortable. I don't think this is wrong. Propaganda is ok, but it is wrong to put it in the wrong place. You posted this in my "comments" and it became an advertisement. Comments are places where people express their understanding and opinions on works and authors. If you post them here, it will cause so-called pollution! Not only does it occupy the site of everyone's comments, but if everyone is not interested in your composition, you should not get this praise. As for her specific information, I won't disclose it. If you want publicity, you can come to me and trust me privately. Let me help you make a publicity!

that's my view on publicity. Friends who like me and my works look forward to your comments, attention and praise! Isn't the above an opportunity to advertise? Ha ha! My sixth grade primary school composition article 6

My father is a freak, who likes to rob me of everything, eating, walking and even reading. Well, here he comes again-

"Girl, I bought a new book! According to Li's family rules-children let adults, I will read first! " Dad swaggered into the study with Charlotte's Web in his hand ... < P > Seeing the figure of Dad leaving, my heart itched like a hundred ants scratching my heart. It's unfortunate to have this father in my family! However, one thing soon changed my view completely.

On that day, I bought a new copy of Betrayal of a Loyal Dog, locked the door while my father was away, and couldn't wait to read it. In less than half an hour, I got bored, so I gulped down the whole book in 1 minutes, and then I picked up Barbie dolls and had a good time.

"Girl, I'm back!" Hearing dad's voice, I quickly hid the doll and pretended to read a book.

"new book? Talk about the loyal dog's betrayal. " Dad came up to me at some unknown time, which startled me. "This ... dog is crazy ..." I was incoherent and embarrassed, and my face was as hot as a fire.

Unexpectedly, dad didn't find out. He smiled and took the book, saying that he wanted to see why the faithful dog was crazy. I felt guilty and took it away again.

Since then, my father has discussed the plot of the book with me from time to time, pestered me to tell him the wonderful fragments of the book, and sometimes deliberately put forward various difficult questions to test me. At first, I was very confused. I always had the book. How did Dad know the plot in the book? One day, I couldn't help asking my father. Dad laughed and didn't answer. Mom said cheerfully, "He has already read those books. Your father is well-intentioned, and all this is to urge you to read more books and try to get rid of the bad habit of procrastination and fishing for three days and drying the net for two days as soon as possible! "

I'm so ashamed to hear that. Yes, I have read hundreds of books now, and I have participated in the county reading exchange meeting on behalf of the school many times. Isn't this all thanks to my father?

It's a great honor to have such a "weird" dad! Dad, I love you! My sixth grade primary school composition 7

I have been listening to my mother and grandfather tell me lovely things when I was a child since I was 6 years old. They always say that I haven't cried since I was beaten by my mother when I was a child.

I was born a meaty little girl. At that time, I looked particularly like a boy. When my neighbors saw me, they all said I was a boy. When I was a child, I was very smart. Once, I learned to walk, and my mother dragged me. Go! Go! I felt bored, so I walked up without pulling my mother. It was that time that I learned to walk.

I became an innocent and lovely little girl in my childhood. I was very happy when I went to kindergarten for the first time. When I arrived at the kindergarten, I saw many children crying, so I said to the children next to me, "Don't cry, you can see your mother at night." The child stopped crying at once, and we held hands and sang a hand-in-hand song: "Go, go, go, let's hold hands, go …" We walked into the classroom happily. In class, the teacher asked me when I was born. I stood up and said loudly, "I was born in May. I am a Gemini. I am 3 years old and was born in 2xx." The teacher asked me to sit down after listening.

When I was in primary school, a classmate said, "Can I make friends? So I made a friend.

Now I am a little girl full of sunshine. I have an ideal to be a great doctor when I grow up. My sixth grade primary school composition article 8

"Where to find the joy of reading, count the plum blossoms." I don't know where I remember these two poems, but the reason I always remember them is because I often experience the pleasure of reading.

Strange to say, I used to write propositional compositions when I was a child, but I still have some lingering fear when I think about it now. I remember such topics as "the most unforgettable thing for me", "the person I admire most" and "on the way to school", all of which are in the tone of some adults and are not suitable for what we came into contact with as children. In the senior year, the teacher taught us the genre of composition, such as novels, essays and poems. I remember that at that time, everyone liked suspense novels and found them very attractive to read. When a new textbook was first issued