Help write six summer composition.

I'm glad to think of it.

Many things will disappear with time, but one thing is still deeply imprinted in my mind. Every time I think about it, I will giggle and even wake up laughing in my sleep.

It was a winter morning. As soon as Dad opened the window, he couldn't help exclaiming, "Wow! What a heavy snow last night! So white and beautiful! " As soon as I heard it, I got excited and said, "It's a rare snow. Shall we have a snowball fight?" The sleepy mother frowned and said, "Don't go out in such cold weather, be careful to catch cold." "Mama ah, you are too disappointed. Maybe you don't like snowball fights now, but I haven't played them yet. How can you know the fun if you don't experience it yourself? " I'm not happy to say. Dad smiled and said, "Yes, get dressed quickly and let's experience it."

So, we got dressed and went outside. "Wow, it's beautiful!" Suddenly I was fascinated by what I saw: the "snow blanket" on the ground, the "cotton wool" on the house and the "pear flower" on the tree. It is exquisite and white as jade, which makes people feel like they are in a fairyland. Especially from a distance, Yushu Qiongzhi, powder makeup and jade carving are even more beautiful.

Just when I was fascinated, a snowball suddenly flew from a distance, like a huge hand throwing a stone, and it hit me in the face with a bang. Suddenly, I was scared to death, and after a pause, I found it was my father. So I angrily took a handful of snow from the ground, quickly rubbed it into a ball, and slammed it to my father. Oh, I missed it. But I was hit by my father again. Looking at my father laughing wildly, I really want to rub it into a snowball the size of a house and throw my father to another planet. Anger returns to anger, and I don't miss my father's chance to laugh. I aim at his mouth and jerk forward. "Ha ha! Hit it, hit it! " I screamed and jumped, laughing from ear to ear. At this time, my father's face was covered with white snowflakes, like a big cat. Not to be outdone, my father picked up a mass of snow and threw it at me. I dodged left and right and missed it. Seeing my father's helplessness, I clapped my hands happily and made a face at him. Running wildly in the snow, my father refused to admit defeat, and took a snowball in hot pursuit. A gust of wind blew, the trees shook gently, and the beautiful silver bars fell down like a broken one. As luck would have it, it all fell on Dad, who was running after him. Dad shook his head and said, "Bad luck, bad luck." It made me laugh.

although it's been a long time, every time I think about it, I will laugh my head off.

Happy family music

There is a "concert" in our family every day, playing different music. These movements record the daily life of my family. "Bell-"alarm clock rang, and our family music played again:

Chapter 1: Morning Song-The Song of Hurriedness (before school)

(Player: My accompanist: Mom. )

"My daughter, get up quickly! Look, it's six forty, and you're still sleeping! I'm going to be late ... "

" What? Late? My hair is not combed yet! "

"All right, all right, while you brush your teeth, I'll comb it for you."

"Mom, where is my other sock?" ......

Chapter II: Afternoon Music-Song of Struggle (after lunch)

(Player: Mom and Dad: Me)

"Hey, hey, where are you going? Don't hurry to review. "

"Mom, why are you so nervous? I just finished eating and I'm still holding on."

"that's right! It's just a mid-term exam. Why are you so nervous? I believe my daughter will do well in the exam. "

"ouch! You're a father, and you're helping her. It's almost the exam, and she has no sense of urgency, and she wants me to worry about it again. You ..... "

Chapter III: Nocturne-Song of Joy (after the homework is finished)

(Performer: Dad, Mom, Me)

" After the homework is finished, I will give you an umbrella!

"ok, daughter, let's cooperate this time and beat your father out of the water."

"No problem, you two mothers and daughters just bring it on." ......

"Dad, isn't it that elephants can't eat mice? What are you doing?"

"Oh, I can't fool you, a smart card, haha ..."

The "pa" light was finally turned off, and my family's music played the last note of the day-the rest.

My world is beautiful

I have two worlds, one is the world of family life and the other is the world of school life.

at home, I have the love of my parents. In life, they care about me, care for me, don't bother, don't be afraid of hardships and hardships, and selflessly make sacrifices and sacrifices for me, paving a way for me to bloom, which makes me feel endless happiness from the bottom of my heart. In study, they encouraged me and supported me. They never severely reprimanded me or beat me because I didn't get satisfactory results in any exam. They always followed suit, taught me to find out the reasons for my mistakes and helped me to correct them seriously. They never gave me too much ideological pressure, and always stood in the background to cheer me up. They put their closest and truest feelings on me, and I shoulder this feeling, study hard and keep growing, not only to live up to their ardent expectations of me, but also to serve the motherland better in the future. Although at some point, we also have small frictions, unhappiness and family turmoil, but this is an "alternative" performance of our mutual care, and because of this, I think this is a real and perfect family life.

at school, I have the education of teachers and the help of my classmates. Teachers are so amiable and respectable, just like my elders and relatives. They not only teach me cultural knowledge, but also teach me the truth of being a man. My brain is more flexible and my thoughts are becoming more mature. Among my classmates, I have several good friends. We discuss problems together, solve difficulties, talk about troubles, think about the future and care for each other. Once, I met the biggest setback so far. I was discouraged and felt that everything in front of me was so bleak. Because I have good friends around, they give me advice and find ways, which makes me feel the warmth of the group and the sincere friendship between my classmates, and makes me understand that I am not alone when I encounter difficulties and setbacks, so I regain my confidence. From then on, I became strong and cheerful, feeling that everything was so beautiful and sunny.

The world of family life and the world of school life constitute my complete world, and my world is beautiful.

There is you all the way

The long river of time never stops. People always keep moving forward, but they always forget to look back. When Mu Ran looks back, he finds that there is you all the way.

My memories, like a string of red flowers, string by string, from the past to the present, string into a continuous memory.

when I was young, I always liked to go to my grandmother's house, where there was a bunch of red flowers. In summer, a bunch of red flowers bloom. Seen from a distance, a string of red in the wind is as hot as a flaming flame. Take off a bunch and look closely. It looks like a bunch of candied haws. Every evening, grandma always takes my tender little hand and takes me to the field to see a bunch of red flowers under the sunset glow. Grandma always smiles and says, "This bunch of red flowers has been with us for decades, no matter how hard life outside is, we can always taste the sweetness here." Grandma always pulls down a long red core and puts the white one in my mouth. I suck it, "Oh, how sweet." Since then, a bunch of red wine has become my only snack besides sugar.

from then on, I fell in love with this red land. I always run to the field, pick back a handful of red cores, and suck them piteously when I come back. Its sweetness always satisfies me and forgets all the pain.

Later, when I grew up, I seldom went to my grandma's house, but grandma brought me a bunch of red cores every year, and told me to finish them as soon as possible, otherwise it wouldn't be sweet. Finally, grandma simply moved two pots of a bunch of red flowers and planted them in my yard. At that time, I seemed to have disdained this thing. I was accompanied by delicious potato chips and shrimp strips, and I seemed to have no memory of it.

that summer, grandma passed away. I stood in the yard and saw a string of red flowers swaying slightly in the wind. They seemed to be dancers swaying in the wind, without joy or sadness. Remembering my grandmother's words before her death: "Help me take care of those bunches of red flowers, which are a symbol of our increasingly prosperous life." I went forward, took off a flower core and sucked it. It was really sweet. I smiled, and grandma was right. No matter how hard life is, you can always taste the sweetness here.

Dad told me that when he was a child, his family was poor and his grandfather was ill. The burden of the whole family was on his grandmother's shoulders. But grandma never complained. She always smiled and said, "Look, a bunch of red flowers is still so sweet on such a bitter day. Why can't we be like it?"

Only then did I understand the significance of a bunch of red wine to me. It was not only a snack for leisure when I was a child, but also an example for me to learn in adversity.

My memory was immediately associated with a bunch of red flowers. Whenever I complain about housework, grandma always gives me a bunch of red cores; Whenever I fail in the exam, there will always be a string of reds.

My memory is a string of red strings, one connected to the past and the other to the future.

I have you all the way, a string of red.

I have you all the way, dear grandma. I think you will be delighted to smile every time you see a bunch of red flowers in heaven.

Having you all the way

Only when you have taste can you have real happiness

I once drew a picture called Life Like Poetry: an alarm clock (representing time), a smiling face (representing people who care), a pen (representing work) and a TV (representing leisure). It's badly painted, but I mean it's expressed. The meaning of painting is to taste happiness in plain.

I often go back and forth between school and home at a speed of 15 meters a minute, but I can't walk, even if my homework has already been finished; I often turn over the books quickly, and as a result, I have learned nothing but a result; I often catch up on my homework while others are eating, only to find that I am not happy when I finish my homework ... < P > This is not only a compulsory course for me, but also for most people every day.

but what can we get if we hurry again? Except tired. What can we get when turning pages? Except sighing. What can we get from eating and doing homework in a war? Except for temporary relaxation.

do you have any taste? Is there a little happiness?

sad! Our answer is "no".

I remember the last spring outing, and most people felt unhappy and unhappy because they had been there. In fact, it doesn't matter where to go, and it doesn't matter when to go and when to return. But as long as you have the heart, you can also find that a lot of things can be learned from here, and a lot of relaxation can also be obtained from here. Even our classmates' deep feelings and happy memories can gain a few points.

happiness is so simple. Isn't it a little fake?

but for a poetic person, he can get up earlier and enjoy the beautiful morning light; He is never in a hurry to see the result, always slowly, slowly; He will eat well instead of fighting for time to soak up rice, and even play jokes on everyone while eating ... < P > Taste, day and night; Taste is more than rice, oil and salt-because what you get is real happiness.

If I can change

If I can change, I want to be a bird and fly freely in the sky; If I can change, I want to become a cloud, floating around in the blue sky carefree; If I change, I want to be a little water, because water can benefit mankind, and all living things on the earth can't live without water. Water is the source of life.

If I were a drop of water, I would come to the building and see a raging fire burning inside. People trapped by the fire are crying for help loudly, and those who escaped by luck have tears in their eyes. I felt very uncomfortable when I saw such a scene. I quickly jumped into the fire with my friends and struggled with it. Finally, the fire was put out, people were saved, smiles were on their faces, and the property in the building was saved.

if I were a drop of water, I would come to a poor mountainous area with serious water shortage, and see how pitiful the people living there are. How can I sit idly by? So, without thinking, I called my companions and jumped into the dry well together. When people saw the well and the water in it, they all came to the well to drink water. People living here were ecstatic and passers-by became energetic. I was very happy when I saw all this.

if I were a drop of water, I would come to the fish pond. I saw that the fish pond was almost dry, and the fish struggled desperately in the water, as if to say, "Come and save me!" I am dying! " I immediately called all my partners and jumped into the fish pond together. The water in the fish pond was soon full, and the fish wandered happily in the clear water, as if to say, "Thank you! You gave us a chance to regenerate. "

there is no life without water, and there is no everything in the world without water! How much contribution water can make to mankind! At the same time, as human beings, you should also save water. I hope we are all pioneers in saving water.

On my way of growing up

On my way of growing up, there is someone I will never forget. She raised me and gave me the strength to move forward. She is my mother.

since I was born, my mother has taken care of me carefully every day and fed me with her sweet milk. When I was a baby, I lay in the cradle and always fell asleep unconsciously in my mother's wonderful lullaby. Under the meticulous care of my mother, I grew up like a sapling.

when I was five years old, my mother bought me a brand-new little bike. I couldn't put it down and danced with joy. I rode as soon as I got on the bus. As soon as I got on the bus, I fell to the ground. My mother quickly helped me up and said, "Don't be afraid, be brave and keep riding!" " My mother's firm and encouraging words added courage to me. In this way, after falling down again and again, I finally learned to ride a bike.

Later, I went to primary school, and I encountered many unsolved problems in my study, which were solved with my mother's help. Once, I was doing my homework, "How can I write so fast!" " I asked myself with surprise and joy. However, the last question stumped me. I racked my brains and thought hard, but I never came up with a solution. So I thought, why not ask my mother? Just at that moment, I walked up to my mother who was busy cooking in three steps and asked, "Mom, can you tell me something about this problem?" My mother put down her work and explained it to me in this way, and then I was enlightened and deeply inspired. That's it. Inspired by my mother many times, I have more and more ideas to solve problems and fewer and fewer problems.

Now, I am a "college student" in Grade Five, but sometimes I am confused. At that time, I got 84 points in math because of carelessness. When I came home from school, I reluctantly took out the test paper and gave it to my mother with trepidation. like that