Diary of the sixth grade in primary school

Time flies and the day is coming to an end. I believe you have many feelings. Please write them down in your diary. In order to spare you the headache of keeping a diary, the following is my diary of grade six in primary school. Welcome to read the collection.

Diary of the sixth grade of primary school 1 "Hum, I'm so angry." I walked to the old place where I met my old classmates with a look of indignation.

"Damn, it's about to eat, and my position is occupied by a fat man." Wang Sisi anxiously touched my stomach and asked, what are you going to do at noon? Let's play another game.

"no!" I said firmly, "I won't eat at noon today." What's the big deal? " ! It doesn't matter if you eat one more meal. ""That won't do, "cried Zheng Qian, pretending to be angry.

"But, I, I miss. You see, there is nothing left. " I cried as I talked. After all, I am still hungry.

They ignored me and ate by themselves. After a while, they each whispered a few words in each other's ears and left in droves.

I'm annoying them. I thought about it, and the more I thought about it, the more sad I became. Finally, I cried at my desk.

"Hey, Jiajia, look." Yang Siyu took the lead in taking out a bowl of glistening rice.

I complain that I can get a meal, but the problem is food.

Everyone took out their own meals and donated some food.

Many dishes jumped into my bowl at once: big steak, meatballs, braised pork, celery and eggs.

I was so moved that tears rolled into the bowl again.

This is really a happy lunch!

Diary of Grade 6 in Primary School 2 "Haha ... What a big tree ..." Listen, there are bursts of laughter, applause and singing from time to time in Class 5 (4). Huh? What are they doing? Oh, so New Year's Day is coming. Teacher Chen, the head teacher, held a party to celebrate New Year's Day and welcome the long-awaited 20xx year. Ah. New Year's Day party, really happy.

It's an honor that bear and I are the hosts of this party. This New Year's Day party made our class spend a rich and happy afternoon.

The New Year's Eve Gala is a big stage to show yourself. Here, the sketch "Touching Porcelain" brought by Zhou, Zhou and Zhou made us laugh. "Wulin Boys" The martial arts "Changquan" performed by Li Hao opened our eyes; The guitar playing brought by "Music Prince" Tao Yanzhe fascinated us; Tian Zhiyang, the king of jokes, made us laugh. The Peking Opera "Talking about Singing Faces" sung by the "Rock Queen" Zhou made our blood boil and we could not help secretly admiring: "It's true that women don't want men. "It has a special taste in my heart.

The new year's party is also a window to open confidence. You see, students in our class, such as Sun, Zhou, all asked for programs in previous activities, and they will all stay away. But this time, they came to report the program with confidence. On the stage, their eloquent recitation, vivid sketch performance and wonderful magic performance all made everyone incredible, praised them again and again, and returned with their thunderous applause.

"It's never too old to learn ...", the New Year's Day celebration finally ended successfully in the "Learning Song" sung by all our classmates. New Year's Day party, really happy. Let's draw a happy ending for the year of 20xx and greet the year of 20xx with a big smile.

Diary of the sixth grade of primary school 3 20xx years, I am 20 years old. I was a little inventor at this time, and I invented many things, including magic skeletons, magic potions, abstinence and so on. When I invented the "magic skull", I had to be the first "sacrifice" as the original creator in order to verify its function. As long as the assistant sticks the magic skeleton to me, it will work. No matter how I fall, I will not break a bone. After testing for a long time, I fell a lot on purpose, and people are still safe. With this skeleton, people will be like transformers, and their height, height and thinness can be adjusted by themselves. How cool!

"Magic potion" is my second invention. As soon as it came out, it was in short supply. No matter what eye disease, just drop two drops of magic potion, which will take effect immediately after five seconds. Using this magical potion, the blind can see again, and people are no longer worried about donating corneas. The nearsighted man used magic potion and bid farewell to his glasses. Just drop a drop every day. No matter what ear disease it is, it is equally effective. Deaf people can hear the wonderful sounds of nature by using magic potion.

"abstaining from god" is not a so-called immortal, but also a new product I invented. Although the world has become better, there are still many people addicted to drugs, cigarettes and alcohol. In order to get rid of these bad habits, people rack their brains to no avail. But with "abstinence from God", all problems are solved. Heavy smokers only need to buy "Jie Shen" brand cigarettes and smoke two, so they don't want to smoke any more. Similarly, people who are addicted to alcohol only need to buy "Jie Shen" brand liquor and drink it once, and their addiction will be gone. Drug addicts only need to take one pill to give up their spirits, and there is no drug addiction at all. With "abstaining from God", the world will be better!

By the way, I have to hurry up and study hard to make my wish come true as soon as possible!

On the first day of school, I came to school early. I found something missing on the right. I looked around, and it seemed that the bulletin board next to it was missing. Hey, where does the school put the publicity column? It didn't disappear! I looked at it again, and the original billboard moved about 3 meters to the middle. When I came to the flag platform, I saw a big stone with the words "Qizhifang" written on it. I look back. Why are some big stones on the green belt next to the gate missing? It's really weird. Is it necessary to rebuild the school?

Standing in front of the window, I found that the table tennis table behind me is blue, much more beautiful than before, and the wall is painted with socialist core values, which used to be worn out and not very beautiful.

After class, I went into the bathroom. It was quiet when I first entered. As soon as I got near the urinal, the water pipe began to burst. I looked up, still flashing red light, has been replaced by induction equipment. The pipe also has a cover, unlike before, when someone threw garbage into it and blocked it, urine was piled up there, which smelled bad. It's okay now. It will be washed off every time, and there will be no smell.

Walking into the playground at the back is even more eye-catching. There is a cultural wall on the podium, with things to be human, and several pillars in the north to encourage us to exercise.

Later, we learned that the school spent more than 500 thousand to build these buildings. The school has paid so much for us, so we should study hard and live up to the hope of the school.

Diary of the sixth grade in primary school 5 After I came home today, I finished my homework and walked slowly to my mother who was cooking anxiously. My mother looked at me uncharacteristically and said doubtfully, "Kun Kun, what's wrong with you?" Are you hungry? " ? ""no. Mom … I … You … Mom, I love you! "I don't know where I got the courage, but I suddenly said it. My mother was startled, but she was going to cook soon. She must not be afraid. I think: although my mother's words and deeds are not what I think, my mother must want to be happier than winning 10 million at this time. Because I expressed my love for her. " Mom, I love you "should be the most beautiful, beautiful and touching language in the world!"

I remember when I was 5 years old, my mother was collecting clothes. I don't know what happened while playing, and my head hit the wall. I bled on the spot. I can't hurt anymore. I cried. When my mother heard this, she immediately put down her mobile phone clothes and came to us. Seeing that the situation was quite serious, she took me to the infirmary. The doctor said, "Nothing, but it needs some stitches." "I said, and started. It was fine when I first sewed it, and then I burst into tears. Unexpectedly, I found my mother secretly wiping her tears …

Motherly love is a big umbrella, always protecting me; Motherly love is water, which flows into a long river. Motherly love is as warm as tea and as sweet as tea. A thousand words can be summed up in one sentence, "I love you, mom!" " "

I am a big tree. In order to protect the environment, I sometimes became an "oxygen generator", sometimes a "silencer" and sometimes a "silencer". ...

Our first skill is to inhale carbon dioxide and release oxygen. Without our huge "oxygen generator", the oxygen on the earth would have been sucked up by humans and animals, and life would have ceased to exist.

Our second skill is silence. Noise is the enemy of human beings. It not only interferes with people's conversation and communication, affects people's work and rest, but also weakens people's hearing and even makes people deaf, making people's heart, blood pressure and nerves abnormal. And our big tree is standing in the front line of silencing. As soon as the noise passes through the Woods, it is dispersed by our rustling. Scientists say that the noise will be reduced five times in places with dense trees. Do you think we are strong enough?

Our uncle juniper is also a gold medal epidemic prevention officer. It seems to be an oversized sprayer. According to scientists' research, a piece of juniper forest can secrete 30 kilograms of disinfectant a day. Diphtheria, tuberculosis, typhoid and other germs in the air will die as soon as they meet it.

The factory with dense chimneys is where we display our talents. We made an extra-large "vacuum cleaner" out of thick leaves. Because every ton of coal is burned, about 1 1 kg of dust comes out of the chimney, which contains all kinds of harmful bacteria, while our big trees secrete oil juice or mucus with the fluff on the leaves, so that these dust either fall to the ground or get stuck in the fluff.

Do you think our tree is a "special guardian" of mankind?

Diary of the sixth grade of primary school 7 Today is the third day of studying agriculture. On this day, I really tasted the taste of being a farmer.

When I open my eyes, I can listen to the wonderful songs of birds and insects, taste the fragrance of plants and trees, and blend into the refreshing embrace of nature. On this beautiful and busy day, we carried out fruit tree planting and terrace opening activities, which left me the deepest impression.

We wolfed down our breakfast and came to the orchard. Beautiful images of fruits can be seen everywhere in the orchard, the sweet smell of fruits can be smelled everywhere, the subtle sound of worms loosening soil can be heard everywhere, and the round and full shape of fruits can be touched everywhere. The beautiful scenery in the orchard dazzled me!

After the teachers divided into groups, we officially started fruit tree planting activities.

The first task is to pick rotten fruit. The task is simple, and we will start to act soon. Some students are looking for rotten fruit everywhere; Some students, like a gust of wind, ran from tree to tree and quickly picked the rotten fruit on the tree. I seem to have a golden eye for picking rotten fruits, too.

Next, we need to dig and fertilize. At first, we were all very uncomfortable: the classmates who dug the earth frowned, covered their eyes tightly with their hands, and held their breath tightly, as if afraid that the insects in the soil would swallow him up; The students who pick the fat twist their brows, their eyes are full of disgust, their hands are holding their noses like clips, and their teeth are biting their lips hard; Fertilizing students carefully shovel out a small spoon with a shovel and shake it on the soil. Under the leadership of Wan Fang, the students who dug the ground shouted songs and worked hard. Students who pick fertilizers hold their heads high and walk briskly on the stone road. Students who apply fertilizer calmly spread fertilizer.

Finally, cover the soil and sprinkle water.

Today's agricultural activities made me understand: cherish every grain and never waste it!

On Tuesday afternoon, in the diary of the sixth grade of primary school, I took some mung beans out of the cupboard as soon as school was over, put them in transparent cups and made a comfortable "nest" for them with soaked napkins.

The next morning, as soon as I got up, I couldn't wait to pick up the cup and lift the quilt. The "babies" are covered in water, their bellies are bulging, and their "green clothes" are broken, revealing a white "little belly". How cute!

A day later, I went to see the "babies" again. Oh, my God, I can't believe my eyes. The "babies" took off their green clothes, revealing their white and fat bodies. There is a crack in my body, like smiling faces, smiling at me! Mung beans germinated and sprouted.

The fourth morning, when I saw them, the buds had grown tall and became thin and long. I took a ruler and measured the longest one, which is one centimeter long!

I think: at this rate, "babies" will soon become fresh mung beans!

I remember doing the same experiment with soybeans before. The difference is that soybeans finally grow two adzuki beans, and mung beans finally grow two small green leaves. As the name implies, soybean sprouts and mung bean sprouts.

I said to my mother, "Mom, my experiment was successful. I don't have to buy bean sprouts in the future, I will do it! "

I learned a new skill, and I'm so happy.

Diary of the sixth grade in primary school 9 In the morning, the cold wind roared, and the wind blew the curtains through the window cracks from time to time. I hid in the warm bed and dreamed comfortably. Just then, a familiar voice sounded in my ear: "Baby. Get up. " That's disgusting. Mom does this every day. Not annoying.

"Let's have something fresh." I curled up into a ball and said. Just finished eating, I smelled a fragrance. I lifted the quilt and looked, wow. I can't help but climb the colorful rice. Suddenly, the eight-treasure rice flew away, and it turned out to be my mother's ghost. Mom smiled, but she was a little reluctant. I guess she couldn't help it: "Look, mom cooked you colorful eight-treasure rice." My mother, holding a fragrant and steaming colorful eight-treasure rice in her hand, blinked at me, swallowed saliva, got into bed and covered her head, telling herself not to be cheated by her mother's "food temptation".

Mom, this meeting is bursting. After all, my mother is my mother, know me a little. I am afraid of being criticized by the teacher for being late for class, and I am also afraid of my own economic loss.

"Oh, dear. No, it's eight o'clock. I'm going to work. I won't give it away. " I stare big eyes, startled, quickly jumped out of bed and looked at the small alarm clock. Stop. It's only seven o'clock. Mom, you are exaggerating.

Seeing that I was still in my arms under the covers, my mother angrily rushed to my writing cabinet, grabbed my beloved piggy bank and threatened me, "Maybe there is too much money, so you have to give me some?" No, I'm so nervous that I want to "hold back" and say, "Take it. I am not afraid. " Mom saw my strong will and finally broke out.

"Get up." A deafening sound resounded through my ears. Mom is angry, but she wants to "k" me. I gave up. I got up quickly and lost my smile. ...

Alas. If only it were night all the time in the world.

10 In the afternoon, the warm sunshine shone through the white window. Let's have a snack. I looked at the table. There were French fries, coconut milk with pulp and chocolate ... These snacks sparkled in the sun. I like chocolate best, and I think of the silky milk smell in my mouth. I swallowed my saliva.

Dangdang! When I started eating snacks, I saw my brother couldn't wait to open the package of spicy strips, and a thick pungent smell came to my face. My brother caught a spicy strip, about 10 cm long, covered with oil peppers. The whole package of spicy strips seems to be in a meeting. I am most afraid of spicy food. Look at my brother holding two spicy strips, opening his mouth, eating with relish, and chewing without any expression on his face. I thought to myself: Isn't this spicy strip spicy? I plucked up my courage and took a bite carefully, and a spicy taste immediately spread in my mouth like lightning. I suddenly felt like my mouth was on fire, frowning, and I kept breathing in my mouth, as if all I spit out were "three flavors of true fire." "Water, water, water ..." I shouted patting the table. The younger brother smiled while clutching his stomach.

We happily exchanged snacks with each other and tasted them one after another. ......

Snack conference makes me very happy, I see, sharing with you is the happiest!

Diary of Grade Six in Primary School 1 1 Today we went to Jiu Feng, Huangyan for a spring outing. I get up early. I saw it raining outside the window. I'm suddenly worried, will today's spring outing be cancelled?

After breakfast, I went to school with a bag full of snacks on my back, and saw many coaches parked at the school gate from a distance. I'm not worried at all. I jumped into the classroom with my schoolbag on my back. We waited in the class for a long time, and finally it was our turn to get on the bus.

We laughed and laughed all the way and soon arrived at Huangyan Jiu Feng Park. Jiu Feng Park is very big. There are many interesting things in it.

Let's play bumper cars first I'm in the same car as Fang Keli. As soon as the bell rang, we couldn't wait to step on the accelerator. The car rushed out and crashed into someone else's car. This car is not broken at all. It's fun to bump around. Suddenly, our car stopped. Oh, it turned out that the accelerator was not stepped on. I put my foot in the past, stepped on the accelerator and the car started to move again. Soon after driving out, there was a traffic jam. My car is everywhere. I told them to step back a little, and we rushed out of the car pile and crashed into someone else's car. I was having fun when the annoying bell screamed. The bumper car will never move again. We had to get off the bus reluctantly.

The teacher took us to play with the small train and galloped again. When the play is over, it's time to move freely. I posed in the park and took many photos. The teacher also took a group photo with us. How time flies! The whole morning passed unconsciously. We should go home, too. We reluctantly bid farewell to Jiu Feng Park and returned to the beautiful campus.

On the way home, our cheerful songs echoed again.

Diary of Grade Six in Primary School 12 Since last week, we have been waiting for the arrival of the Sports Art Festival!

Today, we finally understand when the Sports Art Festival will start. This makes us all very happy.

The sports art festival won't start until next week. Students can't wait to cry, excited! In the afternoon, there is a section on physical education class. All the students and teachers in the class came out. Our whole school listened to the headmaster's instructions to complete the exercises and rehearse our entrance and exit. Although the weather is very hot, we should take it seriously. The scorching sun, in this weather, is still very happy talking and laughing, fun!

Today's sports art festival is different from before. Some have it now, some don't, and now they have it, such as fencing, relay race, one-minute double jump and single jump, and Rubik's cube puzzle. Make it richer and more interesting than before!

The headmaster wants all our classmates to take part in a sport. Some of them take part in school records, some take part in fencing competitions, and some take part in the 200-meter long-distance running. I took part in the skipping competition. I jump well in the practice of jumping long rope, and it is not easy to jump down. As long as you jump on the playing field, you will have a headache and nervous, your heart will speed up, and it is very easy to jump down. As long as there is a little touch, the students behind will not pick it up. The teacher said that with courage and self-confidence, unity will not fail.

Because of the teacher's encouragement, I defeated the terrible devil in my heart. I think every student will believe in himself like this. We can all face this sports art festival well and make it more exciting!

Diary of the sixth grade of primary school 13 When you see this topic, you may feel a little strange: what to type? Hit someone? Fight? Hee hee, read on if you want to know the answer!

Today, Teacher Zhai asked us: Is it better to make a draft or not to write a composition? Fight? It's too much trouble, but the teacher should ask us to fight, not fight? Comfortable! The first feeling is my favorite sentence in writing, and it is also my proudest sentence. Don't type It was chosen! But on second thought, the teacher definitely wants us to make a draft, forget it! Kiss up! Fight! Gnome male-",or the teacher's feeling is the most important!

However, when I saw Wan Jiacen and Gu Ziteng arguing with each other and heard the teacher say which team won, and the winning team decided whether to draft or not, I found that I was wrong and I regretted it. Why did I choose the draft? I should think again! Ah ~ ah ~, Wanjiacen! You can't win! If you win, we will be miserable! But she won, fortunately, the teacher is good, let's choose at will, yeah! Teacher, I love you!

Gnome male-",the teacher asked us to write a composition, and we didn't make a draft at will. I was an undercover and a traitor, but we didn't draft it.

Happiness comes too suddenly, but there is still a "but". You can write your composition well without drafting, and then you won't draft it again. I want to write well!

Diary of Grade Six in Primary School 14 In class today, the teacher took us to play a game called "Counting". As soon as I heard the name of this game, I immediately beamed. Isn't that counting? Not to mention our sixth grade, even the first grade students can count! But the rules of this game suddenly gave me a "duel": if all the numbers contain seven or multiples of seven, you must put your hands up. Group of five, three minutes. The team with more people and fewer mistakes will win. Oh, my God, it's so hard! There are seven, 14, 17, 2 1, 27 ..... even the numbers containing only seven are countless. It is even more difficult for several people to cooperate with each other.

The game started and I was assigned to the second group. Alas! Originally, this game was very difficult, and there are two "naughty bags" in my group! There is little hope of winning now, so let's watch the first group first. I saw that all the players in the first group clenched their fists for fear of saying something wrong. I clenched my fist, my heart beat faster and faster, and I watched the game attentively. Soon, three minutes passed, and the students in the first group ended the game. They counted 94 and made seven mistakes. I'm really worried about whether my group can surpass them.

Three minutes passed quickly and we finished the game. We beat the first group with 143 and 5 mistakes! I was so excited that I almost cried, but I couldn't help smiling.

Through this game, my computing ability is not only improved, but also my reaction is faster, and I have learned to cooperate with each other. What a great harvest!

Diary of the sixth grade of primary school 15 I like reading books since I was a child, because my mother often tells me that books are a key to open the door of knowledge, and books are a boat that can take you to the ocean of knowledge. When I was young, I could not understand the meaning of this sentence. As I grew older, I gradually understood the meaning of this sentence.

When I was in kindergarten, I read books such as short stories and small picture books. Because I can't read, I often pester my mother to tell me. At that time, I loved my little picture book. Every night, I snuggle in my mother's arms and ask her to tell me four short stories. I will stay up until it is finished. My mother often stayed up late to tell me stories in small picture books, but at that time I didn't know how to care about my mother. I only care about my favorite story.

When I was in Grade One and Grade Two, I read different books. I read all books with pinyin, such as Arabian Nights, Grimm's Fairy Tales, Andersen's Fairy Tales, Selected Excellent Compositions of Pupils, 100,000 Why, and so on. At that time, I occasionally asked my mother to tell me a story at night, because I could already read her fatigue from her eyes at that time, so I spent most of Saturday and Sunday reading by myself. Sometimes I forget all about eating and sleeping and let my mother stare.

I stopped reading books with pinyin in the fourth and fifth grades, but I read some books such as Who's Who, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, If I have three days of light, Scarecrow and so on. These books can not only enrich our knowledge, but also cultivate our sentiments and purify our hearts. I am attracted and inspired by these stories every day, and I am moved, happy and tearful for the characters in the book.

Books have given me a lot of happiness and made me understand a lot of truth. Your favorite book is a beautiful garden. No matter how many times you read it, you can always find something new in it.