Sixth grade love composition

In the usual study, work and life, when it comes to composition, everyone must be familiar with it. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following are eight love compositions in grade six that I carefully arranged for reference only. Let's have a look.

To tell the truth, my mother is very young, and of course she is a little naive, both in appearance and personality. Everyone in the family thinks that she is not her mother, but her sister-no, sometimes she is like my sister, a naughty sister.

Until my first operation three years ago.

I have a pimple on my waist. I went to the hospital and found it was a benign tumor. This thing doesn't matter, but it will stick out when you wear clothes. It looks very unsightly It's just a minor operation if it's removed.

"Mom, I don't want to have an operation!"

"Then ... I'll think of another way ..."

My mother took me around the hospital and saw almost all the directors of internal medicine and surgery. The answer is surprisingly consistent-"well, minor surgery is fine, there is no other way."

My mother looked at me and felt a little "gloating": "Look, I told you to eat less, and the meat can't be piled up, so you grew up here." "I'm fat? That will be a day! This is obviously a muscle! " Alas, today, my "18-year-old sister" is still joking, really!

Time flies, and it's time for the operation I was afraid of. When I was still in a daze on the operating table, I didn't know that my "big sister" had been contacting the chief physician she knew, just to minimize the risk and ugliness of scars for me. ...

At that moment, she was the reverse side of the coin, the hidden mother side.

On the operating table, she also dialed the doctor's mobile phone to comfort me: "Haha, I wish you success in losing weight!" " "

This is a joke, but I clearly hear fatigue and worry.

With the joint efforts of mother and doctor, the operation went smoothly.

The first night in the hospital, I was very impractical. The smell of medicine in the ward and the horribly white sheets can't remind me of home. There is a curtain between beds, just like a birdcage.

My father didn't come that night, which I expected.

I was a little scared and squeezed my mother's hand sitting next to me. "Mom, it's like a birdcage here. I'm scared. Can you come up and sleep with me? "

"Great, I can finally stop sleeping on the chair bed!" My mother lay beside me without hesitation. Oh, how refreshing!

At that time, she was the front of a coin. As straightforward as a sister, as undisguised as a sister.

In the blink of an eye, it is three years. ...

My scars are dull except when I run, which hardly affects my study life: I still play basketball and live a happy life. I think I owe all this to my "sister".

Mom, thank you for giving me the whole world as a gift when I was born.

Mom, thank you for your sister-like care and company.

Mom, thank you for choosing me as your wife. Daughter, thank you for being my mother all my life. ...

Nice to meet you, mom!

I have a brother who likes to be cool. He studies well, but he loves beauty like a girl. It is also cool to comb your hair neatly and dress up beautifully at school every day. His wardrobe is nothing more than a few suits and fashionable clothes such as school uniforms, and the clothes can be opened. He likes cool very much, because he has a cool name, Juner.

I still clearly remember that time, when I went to my brother's house to play, I just got home and saw my brother ironing clothes. I'm particularly curious. I said to my brother, let me help you! Would you? He was surprised. Of course, it's nothing. I pretended to be confident. My brother washed his hair and blew it. He blew the hedgehog for a while, and it exploded until he was satisfied. I'm doing a big ironing project. After a while, I found a lot of food on the table in the corner. I immediately put down the iron and went to get food. Suddenly, I forgot my clothes and ate with relish. But just as I finished eating snacks, I suddenly smelled a burning smell. I suddenly became nervous, because I just remembered my brother's suit and quickly picked it up. There is a long hole like an iron in the clothes. My brother just came out at this time, and I was scared. My brother seemed to see the flaw, and his smile disappeared, revealing a gloomy face. It's terrible. I cried, and I quickly admitted my mistake. He frantically looked for the dress and said, "Is that the gray suit?" I nodded, and he found the dress at the bottom of the cabinet, and there was a big hole in front of him. He suddenly sat on the sofa without saying a word for a long time. His hands kept stroking his clothes like an injured pet dog, and his eyes were so sad. The next day, my brother went crazy and bought the same dress all over the street. His expression and behavior seem to say, "As long as he finds that dress, he will pay no matter how much it costs." It was getting dark, and my brother came back with a suit bag, looking like he had won a million prizes. This is my brother who loves beauty! But sometimes he laughs. What a child!

There will be love in every corner of the world, a pure love.

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Love is like a cup of tea, you need to savor it.

Looking out of the window, the sun is shining and full of vitality. How I want to rush out, bask in the sun and go to the river with my friends. The more I think about it, the more I want to go out. Itchy in my heart! I can't spend this wonderful summer vacation in bed. I thought to myself, and secretly played a small abacus. The more I think about it, the happier I am.

I jumped out of bed and walked out of the house carefully. I was about to rush out of the house when a hand pulled me back mercilessly. I looked back awkwardly. Hehe, it's grandma.

Grandma pulled me back to bed, and I sat on the bed, panting: "I had a rest all morning." Why don't you let me out this afternoon? " You know, less exercise will kill people. "Grandma patted me on the head:" Don't talk nonsense, what will die! " "Then grandma began her serious speech (similar to chanting):" I'm still going out when I'm sick. I played with Qiu Yuting and others as soon as I went out, and I caught a cold when I came back at night. " And,,,,, "listening to grandma's long speech, I was already sleepy, so I lay down and slept. Grandma's nagging is finally over.

I don't know how long I slept, but I have a vague feeling that my nose itches. "yawn!" I opened my hazy eyes. I saw Jing Yi scratching my nose with a "dog's tail". He also said, "Look, are you still awake?"

I saw a group of people: Yan Xin, Jie Ying, Jing Yi, Xiao Qi and Yu Ting. Is my best friend. I don't have to think about it, and they don't have to say that I know these friends are worried about me.

"Small comb, what's the matter? A minor illness won't let you go out? " Jing Yi and Jie Ying asked me in unison. I blinked and growled, fuck off, is it possible for me? Even my grandmother pulled me, otherwise I would have gone out! "I looked at the two unsympathetic people turned over.

"So how are you now?" Well, it's better for Yu Ting to know that she cares about me. She is really my super best friend. I smiled. "It's done!" I looked at the two women next to me again and rolled my eyes helplessly.

"Well, well! Don't be angry! Don't! This is the flower we picked in the mountains. " Jie Ying, Yan Yan and Xiao Qi, who have always been silent, took out the flowers hidden behind them. I said, no wonder they have been putting their hands behind their backs just now.

Looking at these beautiful flowers, although not very expensive, this friendship is the most important. As the saying goes, sending goose feathers a thousand miles away is light and affectionate. I was thinking. I took the flowers, "Thank you!" They all laughed. Yu Ting patted my forehead with her hand and said with a smile, "What are you polite to us? Don't you treat us as friends? " I left the pie mouth, "no!

Love is silent. But it's warm; Very simple, but very warm; It's like the spring breeze blowing through my heart.

Looking at that little note, my tears flowed down unconsciously. ...

Mom is a teacher. She doesn't take care of me as gently as other people's mothers do. She is very strict. Besides asking me to finish my homework efficiently, she will give me extra tasks.

It was late at night, and my desk lamp finally went out. I put away my exercise book, rubbed my eyes, stretched myself, stood up slowly and walked to the living room. At this point, the light in mom's room has gone out. I walked carefully into the bathroom, ready to take a nap. After all, it is getting late. Feeling sleepy, I accelerated the speed of washing clothes.

Finally, everything was packed, and I yawned and got ready to sleep. "Huh?" Suddenly, I saw a glass of orange water on the dining table. I walked over curiously. Wow, it's passion fruit juice. I picked up the cup, only to find a beige note under it.

I put down my glass and immediately picked up the thin piece of paper. I recognized it at a glance. It was my mother's handwriting, like a small square. I read: "to supplement nutrition, you must drink it all." What? I was a little confused and watched it again. I realized that my mother made me drink all the passion fruit juice. Is it true?/You don't say. /You don't say. When did mom become so cute? I looked at the note, and it was still that kind of harsh tone and irresistible instructions, but I didn't feel the usual seriousness at all. Instead, they are cared for and taken care of. I stared at those "squares", beige notes and short words, and a warm current came to my heart, which made me feel the warmth of spring on this cold winter night. ...

I put down the note, and I don't know when tears covered my face. I took a deep breath, wiped away my tears, picked up the hot juice and gulped it down.

The next day, my mother was as strict as usual, as if she did nothing last night. But I clearly saw that when she picked up the empty cup, she showed an imperceptible smile.

There is a deep love in a small note. I will cherish that note forever. ...

When I was 5 years old, I often listened to the villagers talking about a person. I think it's fresh. Let them tell me.

I knew this man and made friends at that time: when I was very young, my neighbor and I played with sand in that small mound, and we all had a good time. It's almost time for dinner. He said goodbye to me and went home first. I'm still happy to play. It was dark soon, and I hurried home, but who would have thought that at this moment, a stone tripped me. "Ah ..." With a scream, his mouth was immediately filled with "gold"!

"Meowed ..." I sat on the ground and burst into tears. "Get up, don't cry!" A big brother stood in front of me. He helped me up and washed my clothes. I stood there without saying a word. Later, I don't know why, so I chatted with him … and became good friends!

It's funny to think about it now! He should have graduated from college by now!

He once said to me, "When I was young, my grandfather was very kind to my sister and me. Everything is divided equally. As I get older, my grandfather is more eccentric to my sister, as if he doesn't care about me at all. " As he spoke, tears came down, but he didn't, just smiled at me.

I don't know why, at that time, he exuded maturity and perseverance that was not available at that age. There is a big gap between him and when I first met him!

Maybe it was because of that time! He got up late because he reviewed too late at night, so he ran wildly on his bike and fell down when he passed the sand on the way. Fortunately, his hand was not hurt! It's just that the skin on my legs and knees is broken and bleeding!

At this time, grandpa who came back from shopping also passed by here by bike. He got off, took a look, led the car through the mound, got on the bus and left. "Grandpa, I'm hurt. Take me to school. Don't go! " He cried feebly, but grandpa never looked back, his emotions were always uncontrollable, and his tears fell to the ground ... My sister saw it and rushed forward to help him. "Go away, I don't want your pity." He shook off his sister's hand.

Sister didn't say anything, just patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the corner in front. "Did you see it? Grandpa has been watching you! " He looked at it with a grain of salt, then lowered his head: I can't do this, I can't waste time!

He stood up. "Sister, I'm sorry, I'm going to be late. I'll go first." Then I rode away. On the way, his tears fell from time to time. I followed him and just looked at him silently!

Maybe! He knew long ago that grandpa's "special" education was to let him know more, understand more and learn more! In the sixth grade, I later heard that he did well in the college entrance examination and went to school in Beijing. I was really glad for him at that time. He didn't live up to grandpa's expectations. When he was in high school, he lived in school. Although he has a lot of homework, he goes to see his grandfather every week and buys some things. The villagers will praise him, read books and be filial. He just smiled. ...

People always leave. Grandpa is in poor health He wants to see his grandson before he leaves. Grandpa left later, but he didn't give up. The last time I saw him, he said to me: work hard, work hard, and you will understand what life is!

He also feels from time to time: What should I do without that time?

Respecting and loving the old has been passed down since ancient times; It's really hard to know how to get old!

You said: No matter where I go, I will always support you, I will always be your strong backing, I will always be by your side to protect you!

There is a kind of love, not heavy; There is a kind of love that you don't have to show; There is a kind of love, completely hidden in my heart; There is a kind of love that will always accompany you!

Your love is always deep, always hidden in your heart and never shown. You are always desperate to take care of me and care about me, but I think it is stupid to do so! I'm stupid, I'm ignorant, I'm ignorant, I'm too stupid, too stupid.

The pressure of study and the bondage of life make me explode instantly. Yelling at you, complaining to you, complaining all the time. And you, you are speechless, you sit quietly with your head down, waiting for me to vent and then comfort my broken heart. You gently stroked my head and whispered, "It doesn't matter, only the results of the senior high school entrance examination are not important. As long as you work hard, you must take care of yourself!" " "There seems to be comfort in my heart. I fell asleep in your arms and vaguely heard you sobbing, not sighing. The voice was sad and heartbreaking. A man should cry because of the trivial things in life. What is this for?

You always make me laugh after every sadness. You always advocate letting nature take its course. When I encounter setbacks, you always teach me to be strong and remember that nothing is hard to smile! You face life frankly. In today's money society, you are not equal to money, but towards happiness and perfection. You said: Although you can't have everything, you should have the most fundamental thing-happiness!

You sheltered me from the wind and rain with a mountain of personality and shoulders, supported me, led me on the road and stood at the turning point of my life. I want to say: without road, how rugged the road will be, I will go on strongly, and I will not let you down!

If someone asks you: What makes you grow? Someone may answer: "Books!" Others may answer: "Toys!" Yes! Books and toys can really make you grow. But I also feel: "love makes me grow, and I grow up laughing and crying!" " "Love makes me laugh and cry. It's sweet and bitter when I grow up, isn't it? Of course!

Love makes me grow, and makes me grow and live in the interweaving of kindness and strictness. In fact, everyone is the same, living in kindness and strictness, everyone is the same. ...

Once, I couldn't understand English words because I always read them. I always thought: I couldn't understand them when I was born! But no matter how hard I concentrate on reading, I can't go on reading. My mother still insists on reading. The more illiterate I am, the more fiercely my mother wants me to study. The more intense I want to read, the more I can't read. Until later, I couldn't understand it, and my reading was all messed up. Because of this, my mother beat me up and made me cry! This is strict love, let me remember it for a long time, let me know how to advance despite difficulties. Only in this way can I remember!

Another time, my father came back, and he brought me a lot of food and fun. But he has to go to the streets to buy clothes for me, so that I don't lack anything! In fact, every time dad comes back, it's always like this. Sometimes I can't come back, so I call me every day, chat online every day, and ask me how I am. Do you study well? What is missing? Do you want to bring anything back? Want to eat, wear and play? This is love, care, concern, and intimate greetings, which makes people feel warm!

There are many ways to express love, sometimes it is beating and cursing; Sometimes it's confidence; Sometimes it is encouragement; Sometimes it's strict education. In short, love is everywhere, love is around, love is everywhere, and love makes me grow! Don't look, my mother often scolds me, but it's also love, just in different ways. In fact, I sleep at night, and my mother is always worried about me kicking the quilt and whether I will catch a cold. Mom hit me, just like the saying goes, "Beating my son hurts my mother"!

Love really makes me grow, love is everywhere, love is everywhere, love is indispensable in life, and growth is even more indispensable! Love has many different expressions. But either way, it's love, so I thought, "Love makes me grow!" " "

Tomorrow is the day when my son will go home. My son is in high school in the town and only comes back once every half month.

The mother prepares her son's favorite food early, and only cooks it when his son comes home. It was dark, and the distant mountain was shyly hidden behind the gray oboro yarn. Only the sun is still struggling to put down its fragile silk thread. "It's going to snow." Mother muttered to herself, and father just looked at the sky and didn't pick up the summer crops. It is going to snow. Mother added, her voice raised by eight degrees, and her tone was dissatisfied. "Just get off. Do you care? " Mother was even more dissatisfied, and a series of words rushed out of her throat, a little excited, and her father didn't take over, so she went to do what she should do.

It snowed all night, and my mother was still thinking. I got up early-my husband was not around. Mother ignored it, and her husband was a coolie, but there was no big job in winter. Mother opened the door, and the mountains in the distance were white, and the uneven lines were like gauze after snow, tied lazily and irregularly. On the courtyard wall, beside the pigsty, and in the vegetable fields, the snow queen is covered with holy gauze-the snow has stopped and the day is getting brighter. Mother saw a small path in front of the door, winding all the way to the distance-boiling water and cleaning the house. Towards noon, my mother stood on the courtyard wall that I have seen countless times, and looked into the distance with her hands-at this time, a black shadow, two black shadows, three black shadows and four black shadows appeared on the hillside in the distance-two pairs of father and son-father was carrying a shovel, and son was riding a bicycle, driving happily on the snow road shoveled by his father-the wind was strong and not big, but it also raised snowflakes.

It's 24 miles from home to school, and the father just shoveled a way home for his son with a shovel.

In a blink of an eye, my son graduated from college and taught in the town. He is usually busy. For the convenience of his son's going home, the father bought his son a motorcycle, which is very beautiful. Every time after work, my father would go out to clean up stones, rubbish and branches on the roadside. On this day, my son didn't come back, and my father walked all the way to the town and the school gate. When the last light went out, the father knew that his son had been robbed-the first sentence of his father when he arrived at the police station was "It's good that people are fine"-and his father bought him an unremarkable motorcycle, and his son still went to work every day, but he didn't know that there would be a pair of eyes watching him walk into school every day on his way to work. The figure on the old bicycle gradually stooped with the creaking sound of the bicycle, and the pedal gradually slowed down-it was not until one day three years later that his father fell into a ditch that he realized that his father was with him on the road every day, rain or shine.