#六级# Introduction Everyone has their own abilities. Some people are very good at cooking, some people are very good at swimming, some people dance very gracefully, and some people are amazing at painting... There are eighteen kinds of martial arts, all of them are good shows. The following is a summary for everyone Contents, welcome to read and refer to.

Essay example of Unit 7 "My Specialty" in the sixth grade volume 1: Violin I started playing the violin when I was a child, and I have been playing it for seven years now. From when I first started playing the violin to now, I have thought about giving up many times, but I persevered. This not only made me more confident, but also allowed me to show my talents in front of others.

I still remember that time, when I first started learning the violin, something happened that I still remember vividly. One day I started practicing, because I was too young at that time and didn't understand many principles. I thought I could pull it pretty well, so I tuned it up with confidence and started "cutting wood." The sound I made was extremely unpleasant. I threw the violin away angrily, and with a bang, the violin fell on the bed. I ran to my mother and started to talk about my suffering. Unexpectedly, my mother laughed loudly after hearing this, and even my brother who was watching the fun couldn't help laughing. At this time, I became anxious and said angrily: "Why are you laughing? I don't think this is a ridiculous topic." My mother touched my head and said: "There is nothing you can do about your little temper." You will succeed in one try. Just follow what the teacher wrote and play it seriously a few times. Of course, you must persist every day. You will definitely make great progress in a few years!" I nodded in understanding, Go back to your room and start practicing seriously.

A few years later, I really "cultivated myself" and made good progress. The violin has truly become my specialty and specialty. I am also very proud that I can play the violin. Whenever guests come to my house and ask me what my talents are, I will take out my violin. If it is noon, I will play a fierce "Turkish March". In the evening, I will play a long and quiet "Moonlight Song" to relax people.

The violin makes me happy and makes me make great progress. Not only did I develop a good habit of perseverance, but I also developed a good feeling for music.

There are many benefits to playing the violin. For example, I have won many awards one after another.

The violin is my specialty, it makes me relaxed and happy. At the same time, it also taught me the spirit of perseverance and developed good habits.

Essay example of unit 7 "My Specialty Show" in the second volume of the sixth grade volume: C language programming. Speaking of my speciality, the first thing that comes to my mind is C language programming. I mean it from Inner love.

I started to get into programming in the fifth grade. At that time, my father was fascinated by the various articles on his mobile phone that talked about programming. There were countless advertisements such as "Children learning to program are scary" and "Programming is in line with the development trend of future society". He came to me to discuss it, and I tried a lesson in programming. From then on, I couldn't control myself and fell in love with programming. Programming is so charming and magical that I am trapped in it and cannot extricate myself.

Once, the online school held a programming competition, and I participated with confidence. At first glance, the title is to create a creative work. There is no limit to the content, and the sun is required to be upward. Such a simple question, are you kidding me? I typed the code repeatedly and submitted it without checking it.

A few days later, the list of those who passed the preliminary round came out. I searched for a long time but couldn’t find my name. Just when I was frustrated, I saw my nickname. It turned out to be my father’s. My childhood nickname "Bell" was given, and it was a false alarm. I was so happy that I couldn't express it in words. I started dancing alone in the room. I thought to myself: I’m so awesome, I can make it into the preliminary round no matter what I do. The more I thought about it, the happier I became. I even laughed out loud in my dreams at night: "Hahaha..."

Finally, the semi-finals began. Due to the smooth passing of the preliminary round, I almost got carried away and didn't even ask for the question. When you see clearly, just "beep..." The sound of the keyboard when typing the code is like a beautiful serenade.

After a while, I completed a work that I thought I was proud of, submitted it with one click, and I was sure of success!

After school on Friday, I couldn’t wait to go home in the sunset. I confidently opened the Internet to check the results of the semi-finals. I turned over and over, but I still didn’t see my name, and my heart slowly became cold. After that, no matter whether it was a "big name" or a "little name", they were all thrown out of mind. What a slap in the face, you really brought it upon yourself! I was unhappy. Alas, the pretense failed, this good show was ruined!

After feeling sad, I checked the original code for the rematch and found that a "semicolon" was missing, causing a run error. After that, I became more serious and took advantage of programming - I could run monitoring continuously. On September 7 this year, I went to Hangzhou to take the Youth Software Programming Level Examination and successfully obtained the first-level certificate.

Composition example for unit 7 of the third volume of the sixth grade volume "My Specialty": Whistling My speciality is something that few people can do, but many boys can. This specialty requires the use of mouth and music, but not a single word will appear. Did you guess it? This specialty is whistling.

During the summer vacation, my father kept whistling at home. I was upset and thought: If I could whistle too, I could "fight back"! It's a pity...who will teach me? Dad knows how to play, he was the only one who taught me how to play.

I "shamelessly" went to my dad and asked him to teach me how to whistle. Dad saw me looking for him, crossed his hands, looked triumphant, and said humorously: "Maybe you admire me too much. I have students now. I can't believe it, but I still let me, a whistle expert, teach me." You!" I laughed and nodded.

When I was a beginner, my father taught me to keep my tongue flat and put it into my mouth without letting it out. Then, he pursed his lips and made a sound. Dad said and started to blow. After blowing for a while, I said, "You should try it too." I pouted, made a sound, and started blowing. However, what greeted him was the sound of "Pfft...", and saliva splashed everywhere, almost hitting Dad's face. Dad smiled and said: "Haha, it's okay. Dad was like this when he started learning."

I listened to my dad and kept practicing every day.

One day, my father checked how well I was whistling. I blew it a few times, but a few notes were not produced yet. Dad said proudly: "Ha, you can't play it as well as I can, little boy, you have to practice hard, otherwise you won't be able to do it again next time, haha!" I became so angry that my face was almost blue, I shouted loudly: "Dad, don't be proud. When I finish practicing, let's compete!" After saying that, without looking back, I turned around and walked into the room.

So, for several days in a row, I stayed behind closed doors, studying this whistle every day, writing down all the points to pay attention to, reminding myself which areas needed attention. I didn’t believe that I couldn’t learn this thing. Son!

A week later, I was confident enough to challenge my father and shouted: "Dad, come out and compete!" My father calmly walked out of the room and said contemptuously: "Competition is a competition. , who is afraid of who!" After choosing the track, they started competing.

A few minutes later, I won. I didn’t expect that my father, a teacher, would actually become my defeated enemy. At this time, I was like a victorious general, not to mention how majestic it was!

The process of learning to whistle made me understand: you must learn to work hard and practice continuously to succeed! Yes, whistling is my specialty!

Essay example for unit 7 of the first volume of the sixth grade volume "My Specialty" in the four-part edition: Playing the Guzheng Two years ago, I fell in love with playing the Guzheng because I really liked the way ancient women played the Guzheng and how they played the Guzheng. The wonderful sound that comes is so mesmerizing that it feels like you are immersed in the scene.

Last summer vacation, my father enrolled me in a guzheng class. The teacher who taught me looked very much like the "fairy" who played the piano in ancient times. She not only taught me how to express my feelings, but also taught me a lot of skills in playing the guzheng. beautiful movements. Within a month, I could play very beautifully.

On New Year’s Eve, many guests came to my house. I thought it was time to show my relatives what I was good at - playing the guzheng. Throughout the day, I practiced the music so as not to make mistakes.

After dinner, the guests sat on the sofa or chairs and watched around the living room. I also dressed up carefully for this performance.

Dad helped me move the piano to the middle of the living room. I sat in front of the piano and stared at the strings calmly. My hands "slide" back and forth down the strings, and it's the sound of a waterfall. I used the fingers of my right hand to hook and hold, and my left hand also gently pressed up and down on the left string. Then comes the climax, the fastest part. However, my hands cooperated very harmoniously. My right hand was not fast, and my left hand came to help speed up. My two hands just played on the strings, and the beautiful notes jumped out briskly one by one...

First After the music was played, the guests were still intoxicated by the vivid sound of the piano. Finally, someone exclaimed: "What a beautiful sound!" Then someone said in agreement: "This must be "Mountains and Flowing Water"!"

After hearing the praise from my relatives, I felt very proud. I immediately started playing the second piece. When I was about to finish it, I suddenly forgot the score: It’s over, it’s over, it’s terrible now, there is still the most vivid part that I haven’t played yet! I played a tune over and over again, but I couldn't remember it. In desperation, I had no choice but to end this stiff and tasteless song, and the guest's opinion of me instantly dropped.

Plan, practice and become the number one scholar. I also have my own specialty - making egg pancakes.

When I was a child, I often watched my grandma making egg pancakes in the kitchen. Gradually, my level of making egg pancakes has now surpassed that of my grandmother. Therefore, my egg pancakes are indispensable for breakfast every day at my house.

Every day before breakfast, I go to the kitchen to make egg pancakes.

First, beat the eggs in a bowl, four at a time; then, wash the leeks, chop them into pieces, put them in the bowl, and mix them with the eggs. When they are ready, start It’s time to make egg pancakes; first turn on the heat, then pour appropriate oil into the pan. After the oil boils, pour the egg liquid into the pan little by little, then dip both sides of the pancake into the egg liquid, and put it in the pan While doing this, keep the dough from sticking to the pan. After it is done, use a knife to divide the cake into four parts, and then pour a glass of milk on each person.

Every time my family members finish eating, they will praise my egg pancakes for being so delicious. Even my younger brother likes them very much. Whenever I get home, he always runs to me with his short legs twisted, pulls my clothes, and says: "Sister, sister, I still want to eat egg pancakes, please make it for me again and let me eat it." Eat it!" Seeing him like this, I couldn't laugh or cry, so I had to cook it for him again.

Later, the school was going to hold a "Little Master Chef" competition, and I signed up without hesitation. In the school kitchen, there are all kinds of pots, shovels, and spoons. I chose a spatula and a pan. In the process of selecting ingredients, the teacher will first ask questions. If the answers are correct, you can choose the ingredients. The competition was very fierce, but I still got the eggs, flour, and oil as I wished.

I turned on the fire first and poured oil on the pan. Because I was a little nervous, I got the oil out of the pan a little bit, and my movements were not as skillful as usual. However, what is unexpected is that my egg pancake beat all the masters and won the gold medal.

Making egg pancakes is my specialty. Do you want to eat them? Come to me!