I am a sixth-grade composition of a book.

In daily study, work or life, many people sometimes write compositions. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express their thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following is what I arranged. I am a sixth-grade composition of a book, and I hope it will help everyone.

I am a book. I am an ordinary Chinese book. Since the manufacturer printed those wonderful words on me, I am not that pile of white paper.

I came to Shuinan Primary School with excitement, and the teacher gave me a little boy-Zhang San. "Let's cooperate well!" "I said gently. The little boy should or should not say a word, so he casually stuffed me into his schoolbag.

Who knows, the little boy took me home without a coat, but scrawled on the cover: Zhang San I plopped down on the bed and fell asleep, so Zhang San's mother had to "wear" a blue coat for me.

On the second day of school, Zhang San took me to school. Alas, among many of my friends, "700" is also available (the names of books are all numbers). She looks full of energy in a pink dress. Needless to say, her master must be a little girl. The first class is Chinese. The teacher stood on the platform and said, "Students, please open the first class of Chinese book, Guilin landscape." But Zhang San didn't hear anything and scribbled on me! He painted my clean skin in a mess, crayons, pigs, nameless and so on, which made me laugh. It's so uncomfortable. Just then, the teacher saw him playing tricks and asked him to answer questions, but he didn't attend class at all and naturally blew up. The teacher punished him for standing at the back of the classroom. Although he is a little reluctant, he has to stand at the back of the classroom.

After class, he gritted his teeth and blushed like a red apple. In order to vent his anger, he took it out on me and I became a punching bag! He cruelly threw me on the cold ground, kicked me with those smelly feet, and kept nagging: "What book are you reading? I have to be angry with the teacher after paying the money, huh! " At the end of the day, my whole body was full of holes and scars. Alas, how terrible my life is! I met a young master who didn't know how to make progress and study hard! Look! People are over 700, but I suffer here.

Thinking about it makes my eyes wet, alas! Put up with it for a semester. After a semester, the worst outcome is to stay in the garbage can and enjoy your old age.

One day, Zhang San's mother accidentally opened her son's schoolbag and opened it for me. To her surprise, she saw that my body was covered with many messy graffiti. She shook her head helplessly and sighed deeply. "Hey …" On the other hand, Zhang San is playing with Li Si. ...

I am a book, a helpless book. ...

I am a book. I am a book.

In the library, I lay quietly on the bookshelf, and the sunshine outside the window gently shone on me, and I fell asleep sweetly. I was suddenly picked up, turned over a few times rudely, and then left me without mercy. I struggled on the cold ground for a long time and was finally put on the shelf at will by the librarian.

In the classroom, I was randomly left in the desk by my classmates and crowded with my brothers and sisters. "hey!" The desk was touched by a running classmate in the class, and I fell to the ground. Suddenly a huge fat foot stepped on me, and then farted while others were not paying attention, as if laughing at my cowardice.

In class, my classmates scribbled with black ink pens, painted various colors and drew various animals. Suddenly, this classmate was called up, and the teacher gave him a good lesson, but in any case, I couldn't erase the permanent stain on my body.

At home, my aunt is throwing me to her children who don't study hard, and then throwing me mercilessly on the ground. My brothers and sisters were not so lucky, and my aunt fell from her schoolbag to the ground. I gave them a sympathetic look.

In the washing machine, I shouted in my schoolbag, "I haven't gone out yet, please check carefully, hello …" Unfortunately, no one could hear me. I am like a piece of forgotten and discarded waste paper. When I was found out, I was already a crumpled ball.

Humans! Don't books have feelings? Are we just a bunch of pure waste paper? Do we have to let you destroy it? You don't need us all the time, but you don't know how to cherish it. Do you want to regret when we are destroyed beyond recognition by you? No, absolutely not!

I am a book, Grade 6 Composition 3. On a sunny summer day, I was printed by a printing factory. When I was born, I just felt dark, and then I was put into a big box.

When I woke up, I was already in a very bright bookstore, surrounded by many of my friends, some with gorgeous packaging, some with simple packaging and some with lovely packaging. However, I belong to gorgeous packaging, because I am a fairy tale book.

"Mom, mom, I want to buy this book!" A very abrupt voice sounded in my ear. "Well, I'll take this book." This is a very gentle voice. Then, a big hand picked me up from the bookshelf and put me in a basket. Many things piled up together, which made me feel uncomfortable and I fell into a coma.

"Can you slow me down? It is already the third time! " I complained. I came to a bookshelf surrounded by story books. Later, the bookcase was opened. The young master looked at me cheerfully, and my anger dissipated, and what came up was surprise and joy. I can't help but feel particularly proud of listening to the young master turning pages and reading my story in a childish voice!

When the master knew my story like the back of his hand, I was put back in the bookcase. In this way, I stay in the corner of the bookcase every day Every day, in addition to sucking the ink of my brother next door, I doze off with my eyes closed. Day after day, my paper has gradually turned yellow, my head is covered with dust, and my inner loneliness is increasing day by day. Suddenly one day, the young master took me out of the bookcase and carefully scrubbed me with a rag. I feel refreshed all over. Just when I was happy, he put me in a backpack and said, "You are going to other places today, take care!" " "What is' other places'? Where is it? Waste recycling bin? Garbage station? I feel uneasy.

After a few hours, I suddenly heard the children cheering. I opened my eyes and saw a hope primary school. I see, the young master gave us to the children in the mountains.

Watching the children in the mountains take me over from the young master, my inner loneliness is gone, only full of pride and pleasure: because I have become a cultural transmitter and a light disseminator again!

I am proud, I am a book!

I am a book. If I were a book, I would like to make a literary book, so that more people can read literary masterpieces and bring inspiration to more people's literary creation. If I were a book, I would like to be a science and technology book, so that children who are far away from poverty-stricken areas can know more scientific knowledge and serve the country when they grow up.

If I were a book, I would like to be a book of psychological education, so that people who have been traumatized and find life boring can continue to struggle and live tenaciously. If I were a book, I would be a joke book that makes introverted, pessimistic and withdrawn people cheerful and optimistic. If I were a book, I would be Heidi and let Heidi's passion spread to people. If I were a book, I would completely change myself and make myself more interesting and knowledgeable. Let those ignorant people who think reading is a burden love me and understand me.