500-word composition for grade 6

1. 500-word composition for sixth grade

Life is like a cup of tea, you need to savor it carefully.

The ups and downs, red, yellow, blue and green, weave life into a sweet song and a colorful painting. Let's experience it and you will find that it is colorful.

The music of life - a symphony of pots and pans. The colors of life - red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple.

So what is the taste of life? Naturally, it is a sour, bitter, spicy and salty five-flavor bottle. Don’t believe it? Then go and experience it! A sour feeling. Alas, annoying Chinese and annoying mathematics. I must have failed this exam.

After the results were announced, the teacher’s smile was sour, our noses were sour, the teacher’s words were sour, and our eyes were sour, as if everyone was chewing a green olive in their mouths. "What's the use of crying? I don't believe in tears during the exam."

The monitor said to the classmates. "Yes, wipe away your tears, find yourself, and move forward bravely. One failure is nothing!" Maybe it will be this green olive that will give us endless aftertaste in the future! Sweet enjoyment "Wow..." Applause rang in my ears, and I felt happy. More than a year of hard work was not in vain. My calligraphy finally won the award.

Listening to the congratulations from the classmates, I felt a sweet feeling in my heart. On the way home from school, the birds chirped so crisply, the flowers bloomed so beautifully, and the rivers flowed so cheerfully. They were also sharing this sweetness with me. I quickened my pace. I wanted to bring this sweet happiness to my father. Mother.

Bitter taste There is sweet taste, but there is even more bitter taste. Learning life is a feeling of hardship.

No, just after copying the two blackboard assignments left by the math teacher, the Chinese teacher brought another test paper. The teacher said: "You must digest it well." It was really "endless homework, endless test papers" "Come on."

There are not many students who don't stick out their tongues and elongate their faces. It's hard! Spicy experience "Wow, you did so well in the exam!" There was a hint of spicyness in the students' words. I lowered my head and said nothing, looking at the bright red score on the test paper, not knowing whether I was happy or sad.

The teacher is still praising me for doing well in the exam. "Humph!" Some students glanced at me and squinted their eyes, while others looked at me doubtfully... I buried my head lower, because I didn't want to see the sexy eyes of my classmates.

But my face felt strangely hot, as if it had been rubbed with chili sauce. what to do? I finally mustered up the courage, grabbed the paper with the disgraceful score and walked towards the teacher.

I don’t want to experience the spicy taste again. Life is a cup of tea, you have to taste it carefully.

The ups and downs, red, yellow, blue and green, weave life into a sweet song and a colorful painting. Let's experience it and you will find that it is colorful. 2. 5 500-word essays for sixth grade

I was so careless, I didn’t even take my lunch box! Looking at the heavy wind and rain, and then thinking about the long distance between my home and the school, I stood at the school gate and was ready to accept my fate. At worst, I would go hungry! "Child, wait for me!" In the cold wind, a familiar voice sounded from behind. I quickly turned around and saw a hurried figure, who looked so thin under the wind and rain. When she ran to me, The usually neat hair has been blown into a mess.

She was holding a useless umbrella in one hand and covering something tightly with the other hand, panting. "Mom..." I was at a loss and looked my tired mother up and down.

"It's okay." She stretched out her arm, but before raising it, she quickly put it down, as if she wanted to wipe the rain off her face to make herself look less embarrassed, "Well, The lunch box has been delivered! This way, you don’t have to buy anything else and save money!” Listening to her familiar housewife nagging, a wave of warmth surged into my heart, and I suddenly felt sad. I remember the time when I was fussy with my mother over trivial matters and my mother turned around in despair; I remembered the time when I lost my temper at home because the food was not to my taste; I felt that I really shouldn’t.

The rain was pouring down, and I secretly looked up at my mother. I found crystal drops of water hanging on her forehead. Her eyes, tired from lack of sleep, were still looking firmly ahead. Her tired eyes were still looking forward. , The thin figure made my heart tremble. Thinking of the scene when my mother picked up the lunch box and ran in the puddle, I couldn't control myself. A wet worry finally fell on my cheek, and the tears mixed with the rain... "This child, why don't you hold an umbrella?" How can I go to class if I'm wet?" My mother scolded gently and hurriedly put the umbrella on my head.

I took the lunch box and put it in my arms unconsciously. There was my mother’s body temperature on it, the familiar 37°... After bidding farewell to my mother, I walked to the corner of the teaching building and, as usual, I glanced back and found that my mother was still standing there holding an umbrella for me. The rain was getting heavier, and the raindrops hit her like soybeans. I was stunned. After a while, I turned around. Walking towards the class... During class, I was absent-minded, and the scene of my mother standing in front of the teaching building always appeared in my mind, and I thought of the scene of my mother delivering lunch boxes... "Okay, now we start writing a composition, the title is "Mother" ", pay attention..." I don't know what the teacher said. My eyes just fell on those two words. I have a lot of things to write... "At noon, I opened my lunch box and ate it while it was still warm. I know that every bite of rice is my mother's love for me. Every bite of food contains my mother's expectations and care for me. A small lunch box sometimes represents the great and selfless maternal love. Sometimes it’s as big as the sky, and sometimes it’s just a small lunch box.

"——A lunch box filled with maternal love. In this season of less snow and increasingly warm weather, the Spring Festival is always a blessing. I felt like I had buried the ordinary days and rushed towards me. Looking at the newly purchased wall calendar on the wall and counting the days approaching the last Spring Festival of this century, I can’t help but sigh that the years are rushing by and another peaceful and busy year has passed.

As the year approaches, the more or less good impressions accumulated in childhood have faded away. It is no longer the age of firecrackers, fireworks and dumplings, and we no longer look forward to being one year older and more knowledgeable. 10%, the Spring Festival is not so much the happiest time as it is a moment when people suddenly realize that they are getting older and have greater responsibilities. Just general congratulations, a few auspicious words to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, and write some nostalgic articles about spring have long since lost their elegance.

Like a program host, talking about the major events of this year, lamenting the past and present, and thinking about the future are just to win compliments and applause from the audience. I won’t deceive myself or others. Maybe our expectations are too high. The Spring Festival is just an ordinary day among 365 days in a year. We have injected too much cultural connotation and commercial hype into it, so it seems particularly heavy.

In fact, we might as well treat it with a normal heart, suppress our expectations and restlessness, and obtain some subtle satisfaction outside of eating, drinking, laughing, and visiting relatives and friends. Once upon a time, the Spring Festival left me many beautiful and unforgettable memories.

I think today’s children will feel the same joyful and grand festival as I did then. However, different ages have different experiences, perhaps due to their own personalities and interests. No matter how various media exaggerate and bombard me, my actual feelings are always unsatisfactory. I feel a lot more helpless and a little more nervous than usual. Tired and heavy.

You have to go to your parents, relatives and friends, and appointments with colleagues. The real content is always about eating and drinking. Clichés such as "Congratulations on getting rich", "Happy New Year" and "Good Luck" feel awkward but I have to repeat them over and over again.

Parading the streets for shopping, guessing puzzles and lighting up lanterns, giving gifts and entertaining guests year after year endlessly. People are like a top, being whipped around and spinning without knowing where the center of gravity is.

In such an overwhelming festival, we still have to force ourselves to be excited as children, watch the night-long party, and listen to the laughter of others, but what we feel is our own sleepy eyes, disappointment, and helplessness. Desirable stomach. I would rather eat a simple meal as usual, go to bed at ten o'clock, read a book for a while, or play a round of cards with friends.

I always feel that on this day where everyone is happy, I have no interest at all, and I even have a good appetite. Tradition, culture, history, and customs are originally man-made products, formulated by our ancestors. We continue to copy and reproduce them from generation to generation, and evolution has made them brilliant. Moreover, Internet propaganda has made them soar and mutate, and they will eventually It restricts ourselves and goes against the basic nature of human beings - people yearn for freedom and happiness. The Spring Festival can be said to be the clearest mirror. Everyone can see in it that such a tired and negative face is you. Like childhood? Even a hint of joy.

Yes, we continue to grow older and continue to experience the vicissitudes of life. This year's Spring Festival will be copied by next year's Spring Festival. Today's unhappiness may disappear tomorrow. Memory filters out the shadows and sadness in everyone's heart. What is left may be something that can be called beautiful, but what about once? There is no place for us there, it is blurred and virtual, and we have to repeat it even though we know it is false. 3. Composition for Grade 6 (500 words)

I didn’t expect that I would be so happy

A daughter is a flower that is about to bloom in the sunshine, and a mother is the warmest sunshine in this life - Inscription

My mother is a stern person. She always thinks that the love she gives me is cold. It seems that there is no warmth. It seems that there is an intangible barrier between us. I can’t guess. Through, can't see, so far away. Until that day.

The night is dark and deep, and the suspended heart is sucked desperately by the deep night sky. The lanterns decorate this lonely and lonely night. I clung to the cold handrails on the bus, and the cold wind outside the window went straight into my neck. My whole body was instantly frozen. The car slowly turned around the familiar street corner and saw a long figure stretched by the streetlight standing under the stop sign in the distance in the vast night. So thin, so familiar. Could it be the mother? Somehow, my heartbeat suddenly accelerated, my blood started to boil, and I got out of the car with doubts. Then I saw my mother rubbing her cold red hands while calling my name. A pool of autumn water ripples in my heart, the misty mist blows into the boundless distance, and the sun shines in my heart, tightly wrapped in warmth. I ran over to hold my mother's arm, but in an instant I came into contact with those hands that had been eroded by the cold wind. The coldness I touched was like a dagger piercing directly into the softest part of my heart. Looking at the mother's strand of white hair reflecting little bits of silver in the dim light, and looking at the mother's face that has traces of time. Every wrinkle seems to be a mark deeply imprinted on my heart. I suddenly felt sad and burst into tears. At this moment, I had thousands of words in my heart, but when the words came to my lips, I only choked. We walked leisurely on the way home, with the ethereal and clear moonlight flowing slowly around us, and the cool breeze blowing across our cheeks without the slightest chill. We talked and laughed, and happiness and joy flowed between the two hearts for a long time.

Mother's love is like the melting green in spring, covering my heart deeply and lightly. Mother's love is the deepest love, deeply rooted in the softest place in my heart.

There is a wall in my heart, but you find a window that occasionally shines with a warm glimmer. Even if I have a wall, your love will climb up the windowsill and bloom. Open the window, I will see the sadness melt away, and I will smell the fragrance of happiness and sunshine.

Mother, I know that no matter how far the road ahead is, you will always be waiting for me affectionately.

I didn’t expect that I miss it so much

The willow buds are sprouting, the spring rain is pattering, and it’s the Qingming Festival again. Unconsciously, my grandfather has passed away for more than two years. As time goes by, my thoughts not only do not fade away, but become even worse. I regret more and more that I spent so little time with my grandfather and didn’t spend more time with him. But what if I regret it again? Such is the death.

My grandfather read books when he was young and also served as a soldier. Later, he returned to his hometown from the military region to work as a prosecutor. Although my grandfather was somewhat educated, he still had very strong feudal ideas. Therefore, he never liked me as a girl until a few years ago.

When I was a child, my relationship with my grandfather was very tense. Grandpa seemed to object to everything about me.

I remember that when I was in the second grade of elementary school, I wanted to learn guzheng on a whim. After telling my mother, she agreed. Because I was very naughty at that time, my mother wanted me to be more stable, and learning piano would be good. So, my mother quickly bought me a guzheng. When I returned home after buying the guzheng, my grandfather was taking a nap. This was his unshakable habit for decades.

When grandpa woke up, he saw the guzheng. When he heard that he bought it for me, he immediately kicked the guzheng to the ground. He also said that buying these things for me was a complete waste of money and that I would not get any results in my studies. I was very aggrieved at that time, my nose was sore, and tears were welling up in my eyes, but I didn’t dare to cry out for fear that Grandpa would be even more angry. At that time, I thought that I would definitely learn from him and make him regret saying these words. But it turns out that my grandfather is still very far-sighted. I stopped learning the piano after I graduated from elementary school. Now, I just put the piano in the warehouse with a thick layer of dust on it.

After that incident, I rarely went to my grandpa’s house again. Even if we went, my grandfather and I would always be at loggerheads and break up on bad terms almost every time. It wasn't until the year before last that my grandfather was diagnosed with lung cancer that I started to go back to stay with him. That period of time was the most harmonious time for us to get along. But the good times didn't last long. Only a few months passed between my grandfather's diagnosis and his death.

I thought that as time went by, I would stop thinking about him. After all, he didn’t like me very much. But that night, I dreamed of him. In the dream, he held the chess piece in his hand and said to me with a smile: "Come on, girl, play a game with me...". After waking up, I sat on the bed hugging the quilt and thought about the scenes we spent together in the last few months of my grandfather’s life. Grandpa would tend his flowers in the early morning, sit in the sun and read a book in the morning, take a nap after lunch, go for a walk after dinner, and sometimes talk to me about things from his youth or historical events. , and I was deeply fascinated by my grandfather’s knowledgeable conversation...

These things that I thought I had forgotten long ago are clearly replayed in my mind at this moment, as if they are laughing at my stupidity. And hindsight. I suddenly realized that I missed my grandpa so much. Our quarrels were just a different way of getting along.

It’s Qingming Festival again, and it’s time to go back and see my stubborn grandfather who I miss so much. I will bring a bouquet of fresh chrysanthemums and tell him how much I miss him. 4. 500-word composition for sixth grade

Choose from a few of them! I have experienced many things, many of them happy, touching and sad... Among so many things, there is one thing that I will never forget.

That incident happened one day a few friends ago. That day, my mother woke me up from bed during a drought. I turned over and looked at the clock and couldn't help shouting: "Oh no, it's already nine o'clock. My classmates and I made an appointment to meet at the store at 9:30."

After saying that, I jumped out of bed, washed up, took a few bites of breakfast, and ran out the door. The weather was particularly good that day. The warm sunshine shone down and warmed my body.

But I had no intention of enjoying the beautiful scenery along the way. I just kept running with my head down. I looked back and saw a strange person walking slowly behind me. I thought to myself: Fortunately, it was broad daylight. If it were at night, I still don’t know what to do.

I held my head high and continued on my way. Before I knew it, I came to an intersection with traffic lights.

It happened to be a red light at that time, so I just waited patiently outside the zebra crossing. While waiting, I felt very anxious. At this time, this stranger came to the traffic light. I looked at him carefully. He was wearing casual clothes and had a big face. His eyes were like black gems... He didn't look like a bad person, he seemed to be just a passerby.

The red light started flashing, and a child rushed out of the road. At this moment, a large truck came speeding towards me. I thought to myself: If the truck hits the child, the child will feel sad. Death is certain. At this critical moment, the passerby rushed out and pushed the child away. The child saved the day, but the passerby was hit by the large truck and flew out.

At this time, the car stopped, and many people gathered around it, making the place full of water. Soon the traffic policeman came, and so did the ambulance... A major event happened on December 26 last year - a strong earthquake and tsunami occurred near Sumatra Island in the Indian Ocean. Hundreds of thousands of people died in the tsunami. .

We saw the families of the deceased crying on TV. We sympathize with them very much and hope to donate to the victims like others. The opportunity finally came.

One day, the head teacher asked us if we would like to donate. If so, we would bring it tomorrow morning. We all shouted without hesitation: I donated ten yuan, I donated forty yuan, I donated fifty yuan, I donated all my pocket money... At this time, I saw classmate Xiao Dan lowered his head and remained silent. language.

Xiao Dan’s father died when he was eight years old, and his mother is a mental patient. She can only live on a monthly subsidy of more than 100 yuan from the factory, and eats tofu and vegetables every day. Many of her clothes and shoes were given to her by well-wishers.

I thought: She must not donate. But the next day she came to donate with five yuan.

Five yuan is nothing to others, but to her it is equal to five days of breakfast and even five days of food expenses. Teachers and classmates both said: "Xiao Dan, your family is poor, so you might as well not donate."

She said: "No, I want to donate. I have food to eat every day and a home to live in. And The victims had no food and no shelter." When everyone found out that she got the five yuan from rags, the students all applauded in unison, and some even shed tears of emotion.

This is so touching, I will never forget it. After school on March 1st, due to my carelessness, I accidentally left my schoolbag on the school bus. My parents and I were as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

At this time, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, followed by bursts of earth-shaking thunder, and heavy rain poured down. Regardless of all this, mom and dad took an umbrella each and hurried straight to the school bus parking lot, but when they got there they found that the school bus had already driven away.

What to do? Will the schoolbag be taken away? There are still a lot of homework to do at home... A series of thoughts kept popping up in my mind. My parents seemed to see what I was thinking, so they tried every means to find the leader of the school bus driver, but the leader said It took two hours for the school bus to come back. There was no other way, so my parents had no choice but to hold an umbrella each and wait silently for the school bus to come in.

At this moment, I found that my parents’ clothes were all soaked, and my mother was still shaking. I was so moved that I almost shed tears, thinking: I really am. I have a good father and a good mother! Two hours later, the schoolbag was finally back in my hands. This incident is still unforgettable to me! On the evening of Saturday, the sky was overcast, with drizzle falling from time to time.

A group of barn swallows played carefree on the road. Suddenly a big truck roared past. My heart tightened and I couldn't help but close my eyes. I knew something unfortunate was about to happen.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw a barn swallow slowly falling to the ground, and another terrified barn swallow, a little bigger than it, flew over. It lay on the dead barn swallow and pecked it again and again and called again and again. Its wings were still beating again and again, as if to say: "Friend, wake up quickly and stand up quickly." Get up and be strong."

The barn swallow was unmoved. Finally, the larger barn swallow was disappointed. It took a few steps away and looked back at the poor barn swallow, hoping that it would survive, but the barn swallow had been lying there motionless forever.

The larger barn swallow finally gave up in despair and flew away. This barn swallow told us with its life: This place is very dangerous, so get out of here as soon as possible.

Friday Today is Sunday, the weather is clear and sunny. It is perfect to go shopping in this weather. But I have to do my homework at home. When I wrote the three words "red scarf" , a familiar and touching thing, once again appeared in front of my eyes. That day was also Sunday, and the sky was gray, like the gloomy face of God. At that time, my mother took me, a nine-and-a-half-year-old girl. Go home. Because I was studying electronic keyboard at that time, it was almost 18 o'clock every time after school, and it was already very late when I got home. When we walked onto the overpass, I saw many poor people on the steps of the overpass. In our words, it was too late. It’s just beggars. Some of these beggars put the bowls of rice they asked for on the ground, and some held the bowls in their arms, and hummed some tunes that they couldn’t understand. What I regret is that there are some beggars who are similar to me in age. The boy. I feel a little guilty, why can I study in the classroom, but they can only survive by begging. When I think of this, the sympathy in my heart seems to urge me to take out my sympathy and put the pocket money in my pocket. Give some to those beggars, even just a dime. But I still can't make up my mind, always. 5. Sixth grade homework, no less than 500 words

Can’t forget the teacher’s love

I wandered under the shade of the campus trees, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia in my heart. ah! Six years, my alma mater! I live in my alma mater; I study in my alma mater; I also play in my alma mater. Every plant and tree here is full of my feelings. I am so familiar with everything here that I will never forget it even if I travel to the ends of the world. Ah, alma mater! Now that we have all grown up and are about to leave you, when we look back on the past, we think of you again - Teacher Lin.

I still remember the day when school started three years ago. You welcomed us into the campus with a smile. I don’t remember what you said to us at that time, but your gentle smile and kind smile are deeply engraved in my mind.

Time flies by. With your hard work, I learned the pinyin of "aoe", learned to calculate "1 2", and learned to write "love the motherland, love the people". You are our good teacher in class. After class you are our good partner, play with us and teach us how to play games.

I was very timid when I first started school. Once in a Chinese class, you asked a question, and the classmates all raised their hands to answer. I wanted to raise my hand too, but I didn't dare. I had to lower my head and say silently in my heart: "Teacher Lin, don't call me, don't call me..." But you just called me. At that time, the eyes of the classmates all fell on me. I was so scared that I never dared to raise my head. I stuttered my answer and my voice was as low as a mosquito. The classmates all laughed. I simply stopped answering and buried my head lower. My heart is beating fast, for fear that you will be angry with me. However, I didn't expect that instead of blaming me, you said to me kindly: "You don't have to be afraid, it doesn't matter if you answer wrong..." After listening, a warm feeling spread throughout my body. I gradually raised my head, just in time to see your affectionate and encouraging eyes. Aren't these the eyes of a loving mother? I mustered up the courage to answer your question. You smiled with satisfaction and said, "Isn't this great? I'll do this in the future!" From then on, whenever I answer a question, your words will always be there. My ears are ringing; your smiling motherly eyes will appear in my mind again, giving me a lot of courage. In the past 6 years, it is under your motherly care that I have grown from a naive child Became a qualified primary school graduate.

Ah, teacher! Ah, alma mater! The time of separation is coming and your students are saying goodbye to you. Alma mater, teacher, I will never forget you. No matter how long it is, it will be difficult to erase you from my memory. Six years have finally passed, and I really want to say loudly: "I will never forget you, my beloved Teacher Lin!" 6. 500-word essay for grade 6 of primary school

Today, I finally closed this book , I still envy Xiao Doudou in the article from time to time! This book mainly tells the story of Xiao Doudou who was expelled from the original school for being naughty and came to Ba Academy.

Under the love and guidance of Principal Xiao Lin, Xiao Doudou, who is considered "weird" by ordinary people, has gradually turned into a child that everyone can accept. How I wish I could be like Little Doudou in the article, with a child-like principal who would accompany them to play games and go on outings; to be able to take classes in the tram classroom, and take classes that I like, as long as they finish their homework for the day. Go play with the teacher; you can also have lunch that tastes like the sea and the mountains! Anyway, going to school in Ba Academy has a unique way of teaching, it has fun that other schools don’t have, and it has strange rhythmic exercises.

In short, Ba Academy has unique school rules that are difficult to figure out. There are two other parts of the article that moved me? First, the reason why Principal Xiaolin does not let Xiaodoudou and the others wear swimsuits to swim is to prevent children with physical disabilities from feeling inferior. Principal Xiaolin understands the children so well! Second, during the sports meeting, in order to prevent Takahashi-kun from feeling inferior, Principal Kobayashi specially designed several sports so that Takahashi-kun could win without feeling inferior because of his childhood polio.

What a principal who cares about children! Such a principal is worth learning from. After reading this book, I got to know the lively and lovely Xiao Doudou and the childlike and considerate Principal Xiao Lin. How I wish I had teachers and principals like Principal Xiao Lin around me. 7. A 500-word essay for sixth grade

The thing that impressed me the most, even though it has been five years, has left a deep imprint on my mind and left a deep impression on me. impression.

When we were in fourth grade, the school organized us to travel to Panshan Mountain. At noon, the students all rested at Tiancheng Temple. After eating and drinking, I took a walk around. The fruit trees all over the mountain were ripe. How beautiful! I was intoxicated by the beauty of nature when I saw a little girl about my age stop carrying two large baskets of things. She was wearing a red plaid gown and had two braids pointing upward. She is truly a "Yamamura girl." I curled my lips in disdain and was about to leave when she asked me with a smile: "Want to buy red fruits?" "Oh, such good red fruits!" I couldn't help but shout out. The red fruits still exude a refreshing fragrance. "How much is a pound?" "Five cents." "Weigh two pounds." After weighing the red fruits, I had an idea, why not use the small and bad ones in my pocket to exchange the good and big ones in her basket. "These are broken, please replace them." He said and started to take action. She hurriedly protected the basket with her hands and said, "The sold ones will not be replaced." "Why won't the bad ones be replaced?" "We see that it is not easy for you to come here, and the ones we picked for you are all good." I stretched out my palm to see if it was true. My face turned red. Fortunately, my classmates were rushing up the mountain, and I ran away like a whirlwind. But she shouted and chased after him. "Really, I didn't take yours." I muttered in a low voice, and then ran faster.

I climbed to the top of the mountain in one breath and sat on a stone bench, breathing heavily. Hey! Who pulled my sleeve? I looked back and saw that it was the little girl. "What do you want to do?" I shouted angrily. "I... I haven't... asked you for money yet." As she said that, she handed over a dollar, wiped the sweat with her sleeves, and ran briskly down the mountain. I stood there blankly, and after a long time I poked my forehead regretfully: "Hey! I didn't even ask her name." Compared with her, I really pale in comparison. Thinking of this, my face turned even redder...

This incident will always be treasured in my memory, because it made me understand a truth: people should not lose their personality at any time; no matter what, they should not lose their most precious wealth-honesty. . It taught me how to be a better person