Her sixth grade composition

In study, work and life, everyone has dealt with composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is her sixth grade composition that I helped you organize, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Her sixth grade composition 1 When night falls and the stars shine, I will think of her. I guess she must be far away, waiting for warmth.

She is just a toy that can sing with her stomach pressed. No, to be exact, she is a puppet girl.

She is wearing a small green sun hat. Her lovely little face is the most exquisite I have ever seen. She seems to like green very much. She is wearing a green dress with a pink bow on the left, which reflects her petite. She also carries a small satchel, which is also green. Why I like green also starts from here. I remember I did a stupid thing and wrote a note. I remember what was written on the note.

You have to ask me why I like her so much for one reason. Although she can't talk or cry, she has a clear heart and a heart that can perceive everything. I firmly believe that. No one knows her better than I do. I was introverted at that time and didn't like making friends. I am an unwelcome person. I always like to hold her, lie on the big bed with her, hold her belly and listen to Happybirthbaytoyou over and over again. I also feel very satisfied. Although my words are totally different from her songs, I still love her.

How much I love her, when my grandmother combs my hair, I also comb her ponytail, how much I love her when I eat, and even cover her with a small blanket when I sleep to avoid catching cold.

That's how feelings come about. When we moved, my grandmother didn't know, so she threw it away. When I knew, I was in tears. You know, I have regarded her as my sister! I believe I love her and she loves me.

Later, my mother bought me an identical one, which was better than the last one, but my mother didn't know that she was not her, and she was not as good as her. I only have Jiajia in my heart.

Her sixth grade composition 2: it's drizzling; Like the moonlight of water, it exudes a chill; Ruthless sudden wind, blowing violently, but when I saw the figure that never stopped late at night and early in the morning, my soul was shocked and a warm current swept across my heart. ...

The biting autumn wind blew on my cheek, and the dry tears were biting. However, when I looked at the bright red score on that test paper again, tears came down again. A person walking in the street, like a lost soul, the car next to him roared by, leaving only black and white in front of him. I walked to the door of the community with heavy steps step by step, leaving my feet "bang!" " I didn't hear ... I walked absently to the door and felt in my pocket, but I didn't touch the metal. I suddenly became nervous and searched all my pockets and found nothing bad. I wouldn't have put it in front of the community! I was surprised and ran out. I came to the door of the community panting, with a very anxious look on my face.

Just as I was looking around, an old lady in orange overalls came up and asked kindly, "Are you looking for this bunch of keys, son?" I looked up and saw her weather-beaten and calloused hand holding a bunch of keys with metallic luster. I can't help thinking: how long has grandma been standing here? "Well, this is the key. Don't lose it next time. " Grandma's voice pulled back my free thoughts, and I scratched my head shyly. A gust of autumn wind blew, and I shivered. Grandma handed me the key that had been warmed by her own hands, and I fell into deep thought again: how long has grandma been waiting for me in the cold wind? I froze in place, but I didn't find that my grandmother next to me had gone away. By the time I came to my senses, the orange figure had gone further and further. ...

After the autumn wind, Qiu Feng fell ...

That orange is the light and shadow of years and the eternity of memory. ...

In this life, I think what I should thank most is my mother! She gave me life; She gave me my body and every part of my body; She gave me the whole world as a gift. ...

When I was sick, my mother took care of me day and night. At that time, I got mumps, my cheeks hurt badly and I had a fever. I am afflicted with illness. When my mother found out, she took me to the hospital, put me in bed and kept saying hello to me: "How's it going? Do you feel better?" Every time I ask, there seems to be a warm current in my heart, which makes me feel warm even in winter. Sometimes, I feel particularly uncomfortable. My mother found a composition book and read it to me one by one, which distracted me. Sometimes, when I'm tired of listening, my mother tells me jokes, which makes me laugh and make me uncomfortable. ...

When shopping, I am always relaxed, but my mother has a lot of bags, most of which are my things; My mother bought me this and that, but she didn't even buy a bottle of plum she liked; When buying me stationery, my mother is always generous, but only buys cheap pens; When buying clothes and shoes for me, my mother always chooses them carefully and compares them carefully, but she still can't bear to buy new ones after wearing them for several years. ...

When I came home from school, I sat on the sofa eating snacks and watching TV, and my mother picked up the mop and mopped the floor. It is mother who lies in bed and rests, and it is mother who washes and brushes in the kitchen; When I was tired of watching TV and went back to my room to draw pictures, my mother brought me a bowl of carefully cooked sweet porridge. ...

I should be grateful to her-my mother. She gave me a lot and let me know a lot. ...

As soon as her voice fell, she raised her hand high, left her seat with half ass, and shouted desperately, "Um-call me, teacher, um-!" As soon as the teacher called her, she stood up and began to answer without hesitation. I wonder if she didn't hear clearly or didn't understand the meaning of the question. Every time the teacher asks Dong, she answers Xi. So she often waits for death in the ridicule of her classmates and the criticism of her teachers. However, she was not embarrassed by this at all. She raised her hand again as soon as the teacher asked the next question.

Everyone must want to know who this person is, right? She is Wang Yuanyuan, and we call her "silly child".

Wang Yuanyuan has a pair of small eyes, but these eyes always look around and seem to be full of curiosity and love for the things around him. She is dressed strangely, a short coat with nothing on it but a pair of leggings, which makes her already big ass bigger and fatter.

Whenever we rehearse the program of class activities, she always comes out of nowhere and breathlessly asks to participate. Because the number of people is full, she is really not suitable for the performance, and we always turn her down politely. She immediately grabbed my arm with her hand, twisted her ass in leggings, and said gruffly, "Liu Jinshuo, let me participate. Liu Jinshuo-!" Helpless, I had to lie to her and say, "Well, go back to the classroom first, and I'll call you right away if there's anything, okay?" "ok!" She stood up straight at once and skipped away. If someone asks her for help, she will be ecstatic.

Because some people think she is silly and naive, almost no one wants to play with her, and some people hate her. Therefore, it is often easy for people to scold her and belittle her. But she was not angry and kept pestering us to play as usual.

In fact, I like her very much, because her silly personality contains great enthusiasm for learning, class and classmates. I want to say to all my classmates: "Wang Jiangyuan is a man worthy of my pride!" "

Her sixth grade composition 5 "I'll help you, it's okay, I'll do it." She likes helping others. As soon as she heard the familiar word, she knew it was her.

Her face looks beautiful and dignified, and the slender hair beside her ears flutters with the wind; Under the thick and slender eyebrows, a pair of shiny big eyes and a small and exquisite mouth, with an innocent and lively smile, exudes the expression of being willing to make friends with everyone.

It was a rainy afternoon, and on our way from school, we suddenly heard a cry. When we saw it, it turned out to be a' little girl' of six or seven years old, who tripped over a stone and lay on the hard concrete floor. She hurried over and said to me in a sympathetic and pitiful voice, "Look, the weather is so bad, and it's raining in Mao Mao. Let's help her dress the wound! " I reluctantly said, "No, let's hurry home and do our homework." She said in a pleading tone, "Let's help her!"

I have no choice. I was soft-hearted and couldn't stand the sound, but she just said it, so I had to help the little girl sit down next. I stood by with an umbrella to help them keep out the rain. She squatted down and took out the toilet paper in her schoolbag, wiped the blood off the little girl's wound first, and then wrapped the toilet paper around the little girl's wound. After the dressing, when the little girl thanked us, she always said to the little girl, "When you go home, you must clean the wound, wipe it with a hot towel, and then wrap it with a band-aid."

She not only loves to help others, but also treats everyone equally, no matter who she is, even the street cleaner.

In order to help the sweeper and aunt sweep the floor that morning, I delayed going to school!

Yes, how many people can be like her now? I am happy and proud to have such a helpful friend.

She is my best friend-MengMeng!

Yesterday I went to the bookstore opposite the school to buy a pen, and my aunt looked at me with a kind smile. But I dare not look up, and I can't help but think of that unpleasant experience six months ago.

The summer vacation is over, and I am already a primary school student in grade six. I decided to leave a good ending for my primary school life and buy some new school supplies: pens, correction tapes, exercise books … I made a long list and hurried to the store.

As soon as I entered the store, I was flooded with dazzling school supplies. I didn't know which to buy first. At this time, I saw a very useful pen and wanted to buy some. But it was very expensive, so I only took one, and I was afraid that others would buy it, so I paid the money first. After paying the money, I saw another book I had been waiting for for a long time. I hurried over, took a book off the shelf and began to read it with relish. After reading a chapter, my book was not bad, so I wanted to pay for it, but when I went to the counter, I found that the pen I just bought was missing.

I asked my aunt if she took my pen. Aunt looked blank: "No!" I thought to myself: it's really nothing. I will find out your "evil deeds" today. I deliberately shouted, "I left the money on the counter after I paid it." People who do business like you will close sooner or later! " This sentence really attracted many people to watch, and the aunt looked embarrassed: "Son, what you said should be based on it, and then look for it." At this time, people around are talking about it. Someone said, "Did you put it in your pocket? I subconsciously felt in my pocket and said, "Of course not." ... "Before I finished writing, I touched the pen in my pocket. I gasped and took out my pen. Menstruation understood, smiled and said, "Nothing, just look for it. "I was so ashamed that I couldn't stay any longer. I ran out of the store like an escape.

That time, I misunderstood my aunt. I thought she would scold me, but I didn't expect her to forgive me. I thought: this is really my belly with a little heart.

Aunt, I'm sorry!

Everyone has his own unforgettable person, and my most unforgettable person is my former good friend-Xiang Xuanyi.

I can't forget her, not because she is my good friend, but because she cares about me so much.

I remember once, after the mid-term exam, I was listening to the teacher's score with confidence, but when the teacher reported my score, my heart seemed to fall into the abyss, with 88 points. God, how can this be my score? When I looked at my score intently again, my heart trembled again. So this is not a dream, it's true! When I got home, my parents scolded me. Suddenly, my nose is sour and tears are rolling in my eyes. Finally, I couldn't help crying.

On weekends, she came to my house according to our weekly agreement. After sitting down, she asked me about my grades. Hearing this, I suddenly became nervous and thought: If she knew my grades, she would laugh at me. So I stammered, "Forget it, forget it." Hearing this, she cried excitedly, "Do you still treat me as a friend?" After listening to her words, I was silent for a long time and replied, "88." She looked at me in surprise as if I were joking. After a while, she comforted me: "Don't be sad, it doesn't matter." When she saw that I still didn't speak, she added, "It doesn't matter if I didn't do well in the exam once. Continue to work hard next time. " I was about to speak when she murmured, "What's more, grades are not the only criterion to measure a person! I want to open it. " After listening to a lot of what she said, the hurdle in my heart finally passed.

Another weekend, she came again. As soon as I entered the door, I asked me before I sat down: "What's the matter? Are you out of the shadows? " "It's hard to get out after drinking your chicken soup for the soul!" I said jokingly. We all laughed.

Unfortunately, I have never seen her smiling face or heard her silvery laughter since I transferred to another school.

She is my most unforgettable person and my forever friend!

Liu Yun and I are best friends. We are inseparable all day. Whenever we walk into the classroom side by side, our classmates will cast envious eyes on us. I used to be proud of having such a pure friendship.

But one thing changed us.

One Saturday afternoon, I made an appointment with Liu Yun to play poker at Mara's house at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning. The next morning, I got up early and arrived at Mara's house at half past six. Mara turned on the TV for me and told me to wait patiently for Liu Yun. How time flies! It's already half past seven in a blink of an eye, but Liu Yun hasn't come yet. I thought to myself: Liu Yun always keeps his promise. What happened today? I thought Liu Yun would come back sooner or later, but it got dark and she didn't come. I couldn't wait any longer, so I went home angrily.

When I got home, I thought angrily: Liu Yun, since you don't cherish our friendship, I will break up with you tomorrow.

On Monday morning, I came to school alone. I thought Liu Yun would apologize to me, but I didn't expect her to enter the classroom with my classmate Xiao Qi.

I strode to my seat in anger and cried because I lost a best friend. I had an unpleasant morning.

I found a letter on the desk before class in the afternoon. After reading the letter, I cried again.

It turned out that Liu Yun didn't break his word yesterday, but saw Xiaoqi faint on the side of the road on the way to the appointment, so he sent Xiaoqi to the hospital and informed Xiaoqi's parents, but his parents went out to work and were not at home, so he asked Liu Yun to take care of Xiaoqi. Liu Yun is a helpful girl, so she readily agreed, so she stood me up.

I apologized to Liu Yun, and she forgave me. We became inseparable friends again. ...

-Honesty is the way, extending with the footsteps of pioneers; Honesty is wisdom, which accumulates with the pursuit of scholars; Honesty is success, accompanied by hard work; Honesty is the seed of wealth. You can find the key to the vault as long as you plant it sincerely.

I sat on a bench in the park downstairs, holding a drawing board in my hand, and the pen in my right hand kept spinning in the palette. I don't know how to color this sketch! I just sat on the bench bored. If only she were still here.

My mind unconsciously went back to a year ago.

That day, it seemed to be the same scene. I'm sitting on a bench and sketching. In autumn, the yellow leaves on the trees are blown off by the wind, and the red clothes of maple trees on the lawn sway with the wind, which is very charming. I was intoxicated with the beautiful scenery when she came into my sight. When she saw me, she came straight to me, stood beside me and looked at the painting carefully. She picked up my brush and left a few bright colors on my painting, making my portrait as colorful as a rainbow. It's really wonderful! I turned my head and saw a rainbow-like smile on her face. Together with the sunshine, it warms my heart. "Do you study painting?" I can't help asking her. "I studied art design and practiced sketching before. I enjoy the feeling of being immersed in nature the most. " In this way, we accidentally became painting friends, and we agreed to travel and sketch together. She also took me to visit her university. It's really good to sketch with like-minded people. I sat next to her, enjoying the gentle wind blowing slowly across my cheek. When you are tired of painting, you can see how she paints. Every trace outlined on the paper is vivid and refreshing. She also taught me how to color in layers, which solved my problem of "difficult coloring". I was so happy with her, but she seldom came back after she went to work in other places. I haven't seen her for a long time ...

From the day she came into my sight, my life seemed to be changed, and now sketching has become one of my keen hobbies.

I turned a new page and gently described the first time I met her on the drawing paper. ...

Her sixth grade composition is 10. She is ordinary, not tall, with a pair of glasses on her nose.

She doesn't like to talk much, and others rarely hear her laughing loudly. She always likes to sit quietly and listen to others' jokes, but sometimes she will interrupt a sentence or two.

She is timid, afraid to raise her hand to speak in class, and afraid to ask the teacher questions after class, even if she doesn't understand. She likes listening to ghost stories. After listening to their words, she didn't dare to sleep alone at night, but she slept with the light on for fear that others would say she was timid. I remember once in my hometown, she saw my mother chatting with my neighbor's aunt, so she leaned in to listen. She heard her aunt say, "there was a flood ... a motorcycle mechanic was repairing his motorcycle." He saw a big fish in the water. He jumped down to catch fish. Soon, he caught a big fish. The motorcycle owner said, "can you fix my car first and catch fish?" "The man said," Don't worry, if I catch another fish, I'll fix the car. "Then he jumped again, but he never came up after jumping." When she heard this, she began to be afraid. In the evening, she had a nightmare. She dreamed that the motorcycle mechanic smiled at her. She woke up in fear and cried with her mother in her arms. She is so timid.

She also has many hobbies: reading, dancing, singing, etc ... She likes singing best, and the first thing to do when she comes home from school is to listen to songs. She always listens to songs while doing her homework and sings along with them. She likes listening to F4, which she and her twins like best. She can sing all these songs very well. At school, her classmates and teachers think she sings very well. She even took part in the competition! But she also has two bad habits. First of all, she must read for half an hour before going to bed, otherwise she won't be able to sleep. Second, I always sing everywhere.

Her ideal is to be a teacher. She often thinks, "When I grow up, I must be a good teacher." Sometimes she smiles when she thinks that she is teaching.

Have you guessed who she is? Yes, she is me!

Her sixth grade composition 1 1 "sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently!" The teacher is a gardener, just paying and not asking for anything in return; The teacher is a bee, "picking flowers to make honey", unknown; Teachers are candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.

Teacher, your dribs and drabs are educating us all the time, just like spring rain. Every morning, you come to school early and don't care about eating. Just buy a big fritter cake in a hurry and rush to school to give us a class. You just took a bite of the pie and walked into the classroom without saying a word. In class, you are eloquent, gentle and dedicated, and we listen attentively, listening to those beautiful stories, as if we were in an ocean of knowledge.

It is because of your inculcation that we can find the lost direction. Because of your warm, kind and ordinary stars, our childhood is full of laughter and our future is bright. But who knows that behind you is actually paying countless sweat and time. Occasionally I pass by your office in the afternoon, only to see that the fried dough sticks with a bite are still intact. I suddenly burst into tears, and a warm current came to my heart, warming my whole heart. Teacher, you are busy correcting homework, preparing lessons and looking for review materials, but you don't even have time to have breakfast. At that time, because you were worried about 39 students in the class!

Plant trees for ten years and educate people for a hundred years. Will be unforgettable for life. No flowery words can express your diligence. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night! I can only say the most common words: "teacher, I am very touched, you have worked hard!" " "

She is a lovely girl and I know her best.

She, tall, neither fat nor thin, especially her watery eyes, looks more and more lovely. Under the straight nose, there is a glib mouth, plus those zits on my forehead, which is really nifty enough!

She is the first in every exam, but sometimes she is not optimistic. Once, on her math test paper, next to a simple math problem, a small cross was drawn and two points were deducted, so she only fell to the second place. The news struck her like lightning. Tears are falling bit by bit, and I can't wipe them off. That day, she was silent all day. The other students dared not speak, but looked at her silently. This terrible silence appeared for the first time in the history of this class.

Although she is sentimental, she also has a sense of humor. After the exam, the students chatted with her. She joked, "Primary school is like a long-distance race. There are six laps. I have already run five laps, and I am still the first. As a monitor, I fell this time. I will definitely get up and run. I will definitely show it to you! " Say that finish, she smiled, smiled so brilliantly!

She also has a nickname "Ma Xiaohu". Because she is always so careless in doing her own thing. I remember that several female classmates asked her to go to school that morning. Soon after she went out, she remembered that she had forgotten to bring her Chinese book. When she got home, she took the book and left. I just stepped out of the threshold and found that I didn't change my shoes. I went back to change my shoes. So she got the nickname "Ma Xiaohu". However, she is so meticulous about what others ask and collective things.

She is very helpful! Once, a female classmate forgot to bring a book, so she lent it to her, and the teacher scolded her.

I think you should know who she is! She is me.

Her sixth grade composition 13 saw snow again, which reminded me of another girl who was once opposed to snow but was stupid-her. She studied in a school in a factory when she was a child. The teacher thinks Xiaoxue and she are both clever, so she makes Xiaoxue monitor. How is she? Just be a vice squad leader. Because of their academic performance, she and Xue became tit-for-tat rivals, to outdo each other. They are jealous of each other, one with a needle tip and the other with a wheat awn. On the other hand, Xue is a stingy person, and everyone has to listen to her. Therefore, the snow also became very angry. She and several girls were not convinced, so they discussed it together and organized it into a faction. After Xue knew it, he turned his face everywhere. They also want to win anywhere. As long as Xue's school gets high marks, her school will be very unconvinced. One morning, when her school came to the classroom, they saw chalk dust on the table, and together they thought of the scheming snow. It must be snowing, she thought. She was on duty yesterday, so she can't go wrong. So, one of them decided to sprinkle chalk dust on Xue Pai's stool and answer blows with blows.

Early the next morning, they came to the classroom in high spirits and saw Xue and his party cursing angrily. As soon as Xue saw her, he cried, "You are so mean!" On hearing "shameless", she was furious, but she said quietly, "What's the matter? What do I care? " Once, Snow White had two pimples on her face. As soon as she saw them, she said to Perry, "Look at Snow White, the pimples on her face look like toads!" " Follow one's inclinations, burst into laughter in one beat. Snow White saw him and said angrily, "What does your acne have to do with you? You laugh a fart! " As a result, after the final exam, my grades were not satisfactory. This made her feel a lot. A person, as long as he thinks more about the disadvantages and tolerates each other, will live happily every day! Want to know who she is? She is me! She finally grew up.

Her sixth grade composition 14 My grandmother lives in a small village.

Over the years, almost every family has built two-story buildings, installed air conditioners and televisions, paved marble floor tiles and used foreign furniture.

Fortunately, grandma's house hasn't changed!

My grandmother is very old, and old people seem to like old things very much. As soon as I entered her house, I could see that there was no sense of modernization in the humble bungalow, as if I were living in the sixties!

As soon as you enter the door, it is the living room, where you eat. There are no gas stoves and range hoods, only those earthen stoves. There is a lot of firewood behind the stove. The dining table is extremely simple, just an ordinary square wooden table with holes even bitten by insects. At dinner, those big porcelain bowls really surprised me. My grandfather's name is engraved on the bottom of the bowl. The family sat on a wooden stool, holding a big bowl and chatting while eating. It feels warm.

Go to the next door and see several scarlet wooden boxes in the room. There is also a wooden bed engraved with magpies and plum blossoms, and the red paint has peeled off. This is my grandmother's dowry. This bed is very hard and uncomfortable to sleep on, but grandma likes it very much, saying that there are some good memories hidden in this bed.

At the bottom, there is a wooden bed. This is the bed where my mother and my aunt slept. But this bed is relatively simple, without any patterns and decorations, and there is only one pedal ten centimeters from the ground. It is not so much a bed as a solid piece of wood. I sat on this bed and thought: This bed records my mother's childhood and girlhood. What does mother do after getting up every day? Will she lie in bed like me? Although my mother says she never stays in bed, I don't believe it! In this way, I seem to have fallen into another time and space and become my mother. Get up early every morning to cook for school. Reading in bed with the light on at night, pestering my aunt to tell stories.

This is a room full of damp smell, but what I smell is memories.

A series of wrinkles climbed up her forehead and cheeks, and her hair turned white. Once those slender hands were covered with calluses, and she was almost 70 years old!

Her sixth grade composition 15, many people enlighten me. Before a competition, my mother enlightened me to win the championship successfully.

One day, I received a speech from my teacher. As one of the few "senior" hosts in the school, I dare not relax at all. When I got home, I picked up the manuscript and recited it again.

My mother was heartbroken to see me working so hard. She washed some fruit. Say to me, "Son, come and have some fruit."

"No, Mom, I have a manuscript to recite." I answered.

"No, you'd better eat fruit first and then carry it." Mom really loves me.

But after listening to my mother, I became impatient. "Mom, there are still two days to talk, and I still have a few paragraphs to recite." Didn't you make a mess of things by doing so? "

After listening to this, my mother said to me earnestly, "Son, a short rest is not to give up the progress of cleaning up. On the contrary, you can clear your mind during the rest." You can't recite a few paragraphs. You may be a little tired. Besides, you've been performing for years. Is this hard for you? "

After listening to my mother's words, I put down my manuscript and began to eat fruit. After eating, I began to recite the manuscript again. I don't know if it's the sweetness of the fruit or the words of my mother. I memorized the manuscript at an unprecedented speed, and I realized that my mother was right. On the day of the game, I played normally and got good grades.

As the saying goes, "sharpening a knife does not mistake a woodcutter." When you encounter difficulties in doing something, you might as well take a rest, adjust your mentality, and then do it after adjustment. You will feel much more relaxed and often get twice the result with half the effort. This is what my mother told me.