You can choose any of the things on campus, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, to write an essay! 400 words! Waiting online, urgent! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

This year is the sixth grade. I have studied and lived in school for six years. Six years of joy, anger, sorrow, and sweetness. Today, I cover my head and think deeply, silently thinking about it...

There are countless sweet things on campus: listen, "Hahaha..." This is the laughter on the playground; look at the bright smiling faces, how bright they are; look at how happy the students are, Study more seriously!

I remember one time, our second class had a tug-of-war competition with class one. I saw that the students in class one’s face were red from holding back, and they rubbed their teeth hard; but the students in our class worked even harder: feet touching feet. , frowning, big beads of sweat rolled down his head. I remember that after two games, we were tied with one win and one loss. In the third game, the whole class cheered each other on. With our unremitting efforts, one class finally won. Some students even had blood marks on their hands... That "yeah" still floats in my mind. , it still resounds in the sky. I still remember the time when my teacher guided me in writing essays. When I first started writing, I knew nothing about composition. The teacher saw what I was thinking, so he came over and said gently: "The basic requirements for writing a composition are 'tiger head', 'pork belly', 'phoenix tail'..." In the days to come, Here, the teacher has guided me to write essays countless times. Under the teacher's guidance, my essays have bloomed, grown grass, and become full of vitality. The teacher's guidance has made me feel sweet again.

Countless sweetness, countless joys, all blended into love and cannot be seen clearly