Composition in the second volume of the sixth grade

In daily study, work and life, everyone must have been exposed to composition, through which we can gather our scattered thoughts together. You always have no way to write a composition? The following is my sixth grade composition, I hope it will help you.

The second volume of the sixth grade composition 1 "What matters to a bird is its wings. Without wings, it is impossible to fly in the sky; " The important thing is the ideal, which is like a bright lamp, illuminating your life. "Everyone has their own ideals, and I am no exception. Speaking of my ideals, there are more than one, there are countless!

I want to be a magical little girl. I will make the disease disappear from the world, make all the disabled people recover and become normal people, make all people no longer sick, and make everyone smile. I will let everyone have a good voice and sing such a touching song as Little Swallow. Let every child have omnipotent wisdom. In that way, their task is no longer to study, but to play and enjoy a carefree childhood. I will make my home more beautiful than the palace. Get everyone out of poverty. Let our ancestral country get rich and let foreigners candidly admit defeat.

Growing up, I think policewomen are more imposing, wearing neat police uniforms and "cool" police hats ... Wow! How handsome! I admire them very much. In the pursuit of the female murderer, the policewomen showed their magical powers and were heroic. Later, after my mother told me, I realized that it is very hard and difficult to be a policewoman, because they all bear the heavy responsibility of the country.

Now I am a sixth-grade student, and I am about to step into the middle school. Now I am not a child who was not sensible before, and I have my own unique views and opinions on some things. My ideal now is to be a useful person to society, so I must study hard and serve my country!

Just an ideal, you can also feel very glorious. At least one person with ideals will think the world is beautiful.

In life, only those who are good at survival and self-protection can be regarded as the strong ones who dominate life. Learning to survive is an indispensable skill in our daily life.

Survival is neither simple nor difficult. For those who can survive and are good at it, survival is like a game under any circumstances. In the face of accidents, dangers and disasters, we should learn to take our time, use our brains actively, and use the experience and knowledge accumulated in life to save ourselves from danger and turn the corner.

I remember a story my mother told me before: A little boy was in the fourth grade. On his way home from school at noon one day, a swindler who abducted children stopped the boy's way and said, "Where are you going, little friend?" Then the swindler took out a box of Haagen-Dazs to lure the children to follow them, and the children couldn't stand the temptation to follow the traffickers on the bus. After walking for a while, the child felt something was wrong. He thought about it and said to the trafficker, "Uncle, I'm hungry." "Ok, you wait in the car and don't run around." So, the child got off the bus to buy food for the child. The child ran out of the car at this time and saw an old man opening a drugstore. He ran to the two old people and explained the whole story. The old man felt sorry for him and let him hide under the bed first. After the liar came back, he couldn't find the child and was very anxious to look around. After the old man watched him go in dismay, he asked the little boy to come out and call the police, and the police took him home safely.

This incident tells me a truth, don't eat strangers' food. When you meet bad people, you should keep calm and use your wisdom correctly to deal with them, so as to achieve the purpose of self-protection.

How time flies! In the blink of an eye, six years passed like a cloud, and I graduated. The daily life of primary school is so wonderful, so reluctant, and now we go our separate ways.

I am about to graduate. In these two thousand days, we are like a seedling, watered by the teacher.

It seems that there is still the sound of us reading in the classroom, playing on the playground and laughing in the school circle. Every step, we left unforgettable memories.

We have gained a lot under the education of the school. We got many friends and gained a lot of new knowledge, which made us polite students. We got a lot of good memories and unforgettable past events, and also got more compasses for dealing with people in the future. But we are about to graduate now. Looking back, we seem to be urging our teachers and encouraging them, as well as the lovely campus, to disappear from our songs. Moreover, I don't know when, we also became big brothers and sisters on campus and became role models for our younger brothers and sisters.

Now that we are about to graduate, the teacher's teaching, the sound of our reading and the laughter of our classmates are still ringing in our ears. Let's take a look at my last few days at school, the lovely campus, teach our teachers, encourage our classmates and cherish the days we spent together in these last few days.

All good things must come to an end, and time is gone forever. We will always remember the teacher's education and be a successful person.

The breath of spring melts quietly in every corner. Into a warm spring breeze, into a dazzling sun, into a faint new green. Oh, the warm spring, which has been brewing for a long time behind winter, reappears with a brand-new beautiful face.

Blowing your face is not cold. It's really good, standing in the rich shade, feeling the breeze blowing, blowing up thin sleeves and already restless hair, vaguely warm. The delicate spring breeze gently blows, causing ripples in the lake, brushing the slender branches of willows, and playfully rolling up the skirt of the shy little girl, blushing all over her face. Spring breeze is really naughty, but warmth is fascinating.

It was getting brighter and the sleepy sun finally appeared. The whole city is immersed in the sunshine. Beautiful gold, dazzling but not harsh. In this brilliance, the sun Ran Ran rises. Warm everything. The sun in spring, summer is not threatening, autumn is not dazzling, and winter is not dull. The sun in spring is warm but not hot, beautiful but not ostentatious. This, which belongs to the spring sun, is particularly beautiful.

In the sun, the grass finally broke through the ground, unwilling to be lonely. Tender green. It's everywhere. How nice it is to lie on the grass and read a book comfortably! Grass is soft and continuous. Scratch my cheek. Hehe, it still itches! The child chased after the rest on the grass, and his pink face was filled with such a happy and satisfied smile, almost comparable to the sun. Grass adds a bright touch to spring and makes it full of vitality.

Through the cold winter, we saw spring. Beautiful spring, with this warm and beautiful image, unfolds before our eyes. The most natural and beautiful spring will stay in our hearts forever, giving us warm and beautiful memories.

Ideal is the weather vane in the sea, ideal is the snow lotus on the mountain, ideal is the boat in the storm, carrying me to the other side of victory.

Although my ideal is not noticed by millions of people, it is impossible to be popular all over the country. However, I still think this ideal is very lofty and meaningful, that is, to be an ordinary famous teacher and teach students well.

In every class, I will tell my classmates a story about a great man, so that they can learn the noble qualities of these great men, cultivate the spirit of loving the motherland from an early age, and set up lofty and lofty ideals from an early age.

When class is over, I want my classmates to spend ten minutes between classes happily. I will lead my classmates to riddles and brain teasers. I will tell them jokes and let them play idioms solitaire. This will not only make

Their brains were relaxed, they had a happy ten minutes and their classmates had a meaningful time. They don't play dangerous games. They kill two birds with one stone!

Every day after school, I will clean up with my classmates and lead them to realize how happy and glorious labor is! Labor has created everything for mankind. We should not only love learning, but also love working.

Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others; Teachers are like gardeners, regardless of themselves, cultivating flowers; A teacher is like a silkworm, dedicating herself and decorating others. ...

If I become a famous teacher, I will try my best to train every student to be a pillar of the country, so that when they grow up, they will all contribute to the motherland and make it richer and stronger.

A few days ago, I saw a short article about the author being robbed by a car thief, and cleverly let the police catch the car thief. The author finally saved the owner.

This composition was written last autumn. The author and his mother traveled by car. Suddenly, the car was stopped and three gangsters got on the bus and robbed. The people in the car trembled with fear and had to hand over their belongings. The author also took out his only 10 yuan.

The car went on and came to a toll booth. Car thieves make people pretend that nothing happened, so the author pretends to read a book and doesn't want these hateful car thieves to succeed. He looked around and found himself sitting in the last row of the car, just beside the window, so he took out a pen from his trouser pocket and wrote five characters "Bandits on the car" in his notebook, then pretended to be hot, opened the window and drove away. In less than five minutes, a police car really caught up.

After a while, the policeman got on the bus. The passengers in the car pointed out three car robbers in succession. The tourist bus has resumed its lively scene. People on the bus are talking about what just happened. The author understands that criminals in society should learn to protect themselves and be good at fighting, and they will not succeed in the end.

I think the author of this composition is very brave. He can hold a carjacking for help, which proves that the author has courage and courage. When there is danger, there is always a chance to pass by. The author of this paper seized this opportunity when the car passed the toll booth and asked the toll booth people for help. That's smart and brave.

We should learn to protect ourselves and be good at fighting. Only when we are really killed can we escape.

The sixth grade composition meets in March, which is the season of peach blossom and spring wind. In our Red Cross Hospital, there is an annual Peach Blossom Festival.

Stepping into the peach blossom garden of the hospital, a fragrance of flowers came to the nose, which was intoxicating. Further inside, I saw peach blossoms full of spring and pink, which made me feel that I had come to Xanadu. The petals on the ground form a long carpet. I walk on this fragile carpet, and every step I take, I'm afraid these petals will get hurt. These petals will leave the branches without the test of spring breeze. I wandered in this spring-filled peach blossom garden, and the peach blossoms of various resources made me feel the taste of happiness. Tourists are taking photos and sketching, trying to keep this beautiful picture forever in various ways. Although these peach blossoms are not set off by green leaves, they are still beautiful. Up close, pink flowers are full of vitality, and they keep the least side for tourists to enjoy. And those flower spores that are still in the future and still open, seeing the arrogance of the open peach sisters, can't wait to let people appreciate their beauty. I haven't found the most beautiful peach blossom after walking for so long, because no peach blossom is so beautiful.

When I left, I felt sorry for the petals turning into carpets. A spring breeze has passed, and the petals are separated from the flowers and trees, and they are reluctant to step into the embrace of the earth with light steps. I think they are very sad, and they are sad to see the flowers on the branches enjoying people's praise. But this is not a kind of happiness. As long as it becomes spring mud to protect flowers, the separated petals will be very happy!

Peach blossom, peach blossom, how beautiful are you? Many people at home and abroad admire you very much. I appreciate your spirit of turning spring mud into flowers more than your beauty. I will also make myself a person who contributes to society. I will work towards this goal!

When Paul 12 years old, his mother sent him to the station canteen to do odd jobs. He was tortured there and hated the boss who bullied the poor.

After the revolution broke out, Paul's hometown, Shebetovka, was also persecuted. After the Red Army liberated here, the old Bolshevik He Ju was left here to do underground work. He told Bao Er the truth of the working class and class struggle.

Paul came across Tonya, the daughter of a forestry official, while fishing. Once Zhu was caught by gangsters, and Paul escaped with Zhu. After Paul came out, he developed feelings with Tonya.

A few days later, tonia found it, and he took his younger brother to join the army. After a fierce battle, Paul was seriously injured in the head, but his tenacious teaching overcame his death. His health is getting worse, so he can only take part in the work of building the country.

At this time, the relationship between Paul and tonia was in crisis. Tonya resented Paul's frequent contact with Rita at work when he was the secretary of the Communist Youth League Committee in the railway factory, which made them have feelings. However, due to work problems, Paul and Rita lost the chance to fall in love.

During the road construction, Paul contracted typhoid fever, which led to pneumonia, so the team had to send him back to recuperate. But on the way, the news of Paul's death came out, but he once again defeated death and let him return to work and rejoin the party.

Due to various injuries and hard work day and night, he went to the seaside to recuperate. At that time, he met Daya and fell in love.

1927, Paul was blind and paralyzed, which once made him want to commit suicide. He quickly regained his glory and published The Life of the Storm with the help of his wife. He picked up a new fighting weapon and started a new life.

I couldn't help laughing when the results of the composition in the second volume of Grade Six came out in September. Why? I don't understand myself. My classmates told me that this is the spirit of optimism. Achievement is not the most important thing, what is important is to adjust your mentality.

I thought of Liang Dong's anxiety, Zhang Hanyu's woebegone, and Liu Ziwei's crying ... which were in sharp contrast with my performance. Mentality affects a person's play and may also affect a stage of a person. In my opinion, mentality should be put first.

Let's sum up the results: I got an unprecedented 96 points in Chinese since I was in junior high school. I like tian teacher's teaching methods very much. I really want to thank him. Mathematics, open to speaking, 87 points, I made a low-level mistake in the third grade of primary school. I forgot to add the unit when I copied the number, and I read the wrong question. The previous one took me 7 points, which made my math score lower than 90 points again. In English, I failed to live up to Mr. Lu's expectations and only got 965,438+0. Although I changed my score by three points, it should be 94 points, but the six points should not be lost. Comprehensive is the highest score of the four items-98 points. Biology deducted 2 points, it seems that there is no review focus when reviewing, so work hard!

There is a saying: "As long as you are on the earth, don't think too highly of yourself." For me, it should be: as long as the results don't come out, don't think too well of yourself. In the mid-term exam, I will overcome all abnormal psychological obstacles and impact my goals!

Remember the naive us in primary school? At that time, our carefree nature, accompanied by the bell of class, time hurried away. At that time, we were still ignorant children, ignorant, naive and naive.

It was not until the sixth grade that we knew that our days together were coming to an end.

That year, we worked hard to get into a key middle school. We all want our classmates to study in a middle school. Then we can have a wonderful day together.

At that time, the students spent the last Children's Day together. We all know that we haven't been together long. We all expect to cherish every minute. We cherish our friendship and let our students leave messages on their home books.

We miss the good times in primary school. The students are talking and laughing together. Fighting together, fighting together. I miss my inseparable friends. Time passed and we graduated.

Graduation is the end of an exam. One of the exams is over. Like this, I don't know until I parted ways. Maybe a farewell is a lifetime.

If you're not crazy, you'll be old. If you don't confess, everyone will leave. Next summer, the classroom will be full of people, but it is no longer us. Our last summer was called parting. No matter how much you hate your school, you will miss it after leaving for a long time. It's been three years, and all the books are here, and everyone is scattered. In June, some people smiled and said that they were relieved, while others cried and said that they were reluctant. This is our graduation season. Students, cherish the rest of the days together, maybe we will know when we part ways, and a farewell may be a lifetime. Students, on graduation day, you should cry, laugh, make trouble, confess and hug. Maybe I will cry silently after the last exam, because I can't sit with you anymore. After graduation, call me if you have anything. Remember to call me if you have nothing. -To classmates!

The composition in the second volume of the sixth grade 1 1 The Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon, and everyone is very busy. Mom and grandma took out the soaked glutinous rice first, and then began to clean the leaves of zongzi, ready to start making zongzi.

"Mom, I can't make dumplings yet. Can you teach me how to wrap zongzi? " I pleaded. "Well, it's easy to make zongzi anyway. I'll teach you!" My mother readily agreed to my request. "However, it is difficult to clean up at first, so you must be patient. No, first bind the leaves of zongzi into a cone; Remember, be sure to tie it tightly and don't leak rice. Put the glutinous rice down again. If you like to eat red jujube zongzi, you can also put a few small red dates in it to cook together. Then cover the mouth of glutinous rice with a zongzi leaf; Then tie the zongzi tightly with a string or cut Julia, and you're done! " Mother said to me carefully.

I don't know why, the "good girl" zongzi in front of my mother turned into a "naughty egg" in front of me. No matter what I do, it won't listen to me. I am so angry that I really want to scold it. Finally, I wrapped a zongzi with my mother's help. Although it doesn't look elegant, it is the best one I have wrapped.

On the Dragon Boat Festival, my mother brought me a five-string rope and told me not to break it, nor to break it. I can't take it off until it rains for the first time after the Dragon Boat Festival. It is said that colored ropes represent five-color dragons, which can subdue demons and drive away diseases. Busy all morning, today's protagonist appeared-white and tender zongzi dipped in white sugar, sweet and sticky, white and fragrant, delicious!

May 5, Dragon Boat Festival, eating zongzi, swimming in the dragon boat, beaming ... I love the Dragon Boat Festival in my hometown!

Composition in the second volume of grade six 12 ouch, I'm starving. My mother is not at home. what can I do? I cried.

Suddenly, I saw nine small tomatoes and four eggs in the kitchen. I have a good idea: let me show you something. The name of this dish is scrambled eggs with small tomatoes. Let mom taste it when she comes back.

The most important thing in cooking is hygiene. First, I will wash the tomatoes, then cut them into pieces and soak them in a basin with sugar and water for 20 minutes. Then break the eggs and put them in a bowl with salt and water. Next, it was fired. First, pour the tomatoes soaked in the basin into the pot together with the sugar water; Then pour the broken eggs in the bowl into the pot. What should I do?

Finally, there is waiting. Of course, waiting is not just standing there motionless, but stirring your hands into the pot from time to time. To a certain extent, put seasonings such as sugar and salt into the pot. Time goes by, and my achievements are finally coming out. However, looking at the dishes in the pot, I always feel that something is missing. I thought hard, ah, it's colored and I put two green peppers in it. Ha, it's delicious!

Hardly had I tasted the food when my mother came back. Mom asked me what I did, so I told the reason for cooking. I told my mother in detail. Mom said that I have grown up and I am no longer a child.

Through this incident, I tasted the hardship of my mother's cooking, and also let me know that I should help my mother do more housework and do what I can.

During a holiday, my parents went to Hangzhou. I have to cook at home alone.

But I don't even know where the meal is. I went into the kitchen and rummaged around. Perseverance, perseverance, I told myself, trying to suppress my anxiety and hungry stomach. Half an hour later, I finally found the bag of rice in the shade. I was panting. I grabbed the cup, bent down, and was about to load the rice. At this moment, the mung bean in the high place fell to the ground with a bang, and several little black bugs quickly climbed out. I was suddenly taken aback and my back felt cold. When I looked up, I hit the marble. My eyes and ears seemed to be blindfolded at once, and the scene before me became blurred.

I didn't know what to do at once, so I ran to the chair, rubbed my head and thought angrily, I'll never cook again. But the hungry stomach can't bear it, so I have to cook instant noodles.

I picked up a ladle of water, poured it into the pot, turned on the gas, tore open the package of instant noodles with all my strength, put instant noodles into the water, and splashed a lot of water, one of which was very hot, right on my forehead. Another terrible pain. I'll never cook again, ever.

"Qian Jing, open the door." It's my brother! I hurried into the house and asked him to help me cook noodles. With this experience, I think I really should do more housework.

When I was a child, I always liked watching TV: "Animation City", the animation of Journey to the West, "What's the trouble in the sea" ... The wonderful plot made me extremely happy.

When I entered primary school, I read The Journey to the West and Romance of the Three Kingdoms ... children's books. I know the authors Wu Cheng'en, Luo Guanzhong and so on, and I have great respect for them in my heart. Then, I watched the TV series Tang and learned that the author was Wu from Mianyang.

Therefore, I also want to be a writer. Mother heard this and said, "You are dreaming!" Oh, becoming a writer is my dream.

I studied composition in the second grade. At first, I would never write. Teacher Guo taught us that writing is to turn oral language into written language and write down what we see and think.

So, according to the flood that year, my mother went to school behind my back, wrote the composition "Water" and got an excellent one. When I visited Hai Xian Lake, the beautiful scenery there inspired me to write "You Hai Xian Lake". Teacher Guo encouraged me to contribute after reading it, but many submissions fell into the sea. At this time, I realized that the dream was originally an unattainable ideal.

Grandpa encouraged me to say, "As long as you work hard, your dream can come true." He also told me that to write a good composition, we must read more, write more, practice more, and pay attention to things around us. That's how I tried. When I was at school, I watched fishermen and wrote about fishing by the Anchang River every day. Then, I went to Qiqu Temple to worship the god of literature-Kuixing Bodhisattva. Ahem! Really smart. Fishing is published in Mianyang Daily.

Teacher Guo praised me in class and encouraged me to continue my efforts. Many things happen. Then, my works Happy Woods, Oranges and Sparrows were published in Mianyang Daily, Mianyang Science and Technology News and Youth Literature.

I think, if I continue to work hard, my dream as a writer will definitely come true.

Early in the morning, I stood on the windowsill, and the cherry blossoms in full bloom in the distance smiled at me. It's already March, and the cherry blossoms show their delicate little faces. The cherry blossoms in March are really beautiful. The cherry garden in the morning breeze is lively and beautiful.

Walking in the garden, the smell of cherry blossoms comes to the nose. The vibrant cherry trees all have beautiful flowers, and my eyes are flooded. Some cherry trees have five single petals, while others are only the size of copper coins. Pink petals and silvery white stamens, like wintersweet in China; Layers of petals are stacked together, and the silvery white stamens are delicate and charming.

Oh! What lovely cherry blossoms!

The silvery white flower is like a little pearl, crystal white and lovely. I really want to sing a Japanese folk song "Sakura" in this cherry blossom world, which shows that I am full of happiness. The melody in the song sets off the present situation. How beautiful!

There is a big cherry tree in front of me, with a brown-black trunk and crisp and moving leaves. Beautiful and lovely petals and blooming cherry blossoms have a unique style, which aroused my reverie.

A breeze suddenly blew and the petals fell quietly. They are floating in the wind and flying all over the sky, as if petals fall from the sky. That is the ocean of cherry blossoms, the world of cherry blossoms. I danced among the flowers and felt the reputation of Princess Sakura.

Cherry blossoms represent the friendship between China and Japan. This beautiful cherry comes from Japan and grows in this rich land of China. Let this beautiful flower of friendship spread all over the earth. May the friendship between China and Japan last forever like pine and cypress, and be as charming and sweet as cherry blossoms!