Writing composition for sixth grade, 800 words

I learned to swim

Today, my mother and I visited my sister’s house. My aunt told us that my sister went swimming. "Look at you, you are so ashamed! My sister can swim, but you still can't!" My mother said with a straight face, and I secretly made up my mind. You must learn to swim! As he said that, he dragged his mother to the swimming pool.

As soon as I entered the swimming pool, I heard only the voices of people, laughter, and the sound of waves, gathering together into a passionate symphony. The children there have extraordinary skills. They jump around in the water like a small fish or like a petrel soaring in the sky. When I saw it, I became even more determined to learn to swim! After changing into my swimming suit, I came to the swimming pool under the leadership of my mother. At this time, my heart beat faster and I wanted to "back off." My mother seemed to see what I was thinking, and said to me sincerely: "If you don't try something, how do you know you can't do it? It doesn't take a day to do anything. It will succeed, not to mention that Rome was not built in a day!" After listening to my mother's words, I finally plucked up the courage and got into the water.

My mother gave me instructions on the shore. She talked and showed me the pictures. She said: "Open your hands naturally forward, draw circles back and forth, and push your feet in the water, just like a frog." I let go of my courage and did what my mother said. Before I could swim 1 meter, my body He lost his balance, sank, and took several sips of water. I got discouraged and said to my mother: "I drank a lot of water in the water and it choked me to death. I won't learn anymore!" My mother smiled and said to me: "Don't look back just because there is a little difficulty. Nothing is difficult in the world. I'm afraid of those who are interested! How can you learn to swim without drinking a few sips of water?" I wiped away my tears and continued swimming.

This time, my mother asked me to hold on to the steps on the side of the swimming pool and push my feet in the water until I felt comfortable, and then I could use my hands to Cooperate! Then, I walked forward timidly, did as my mother said, and finally swam 1 meter. I was so elated that I jumped up with joy. Unexpectedly, I lost my footing and fell over again. When I got up, I walked forward timidly. , my mother laughed at me for being a "drowned rat", and my silent tears were washed away by my heart full of joy. But I didn’t lose heart and kept swimming forward: 1 meter, 2 meters, 5 meters! I finally mastered swimming! My mother looked at me so happy and said: "As long as you believe in yourself and learn patiently, you can succeed in anything!"

Today, I not only learned to swim, I also understood the meaning of the famous aphorism "Nothing is difficult in the world, only those who are willing to do so". In the past few days, I saw that my mother was very tired, and I wanted to help her with some work. Early this morning, before my mother got up, I used my little brain to do some housework for my mother - make breakfast.

I came to the living room quietly, what should I do first? Oh, let’s pick the food first. I opened the refrigerator, and it was like a kaleidoscope inside. It was colorful. What dish should I choose? Choose some tomatoes. Tomatoes are high in vitamin C. Then choose edamame. Edamame is a plant with high protein content. Take a carrot. Carrots are also high in vitamin A and can protect your eyesight. Eggs are high in protein. I’ll pick them too. A few, and then I started making breakfast.

First, I washed the glutinous rice and red dates with water, put them into the pressure cooker, poured in water, and boiled them. Then, I put the flour in a basin, poured in water, cracked the eggs, and gently broke them apart with my hands. The yolks and whites all flowed into the basin without wasting any. Add water and baking powder, and use chopsticks to Stir evenly and pour the oil into the pot. Instantly, the oil beads in the pot dance happily in the symphony of my chopsticks and basin. I immediately pour the "batter" into the pot and bake it. Ah! It's burnt. But I was not discouraged. When I baked it for the second time, I turned down the heat and succeeded! So, the third and fourth ones were baked in the same way and they were great. Next, it’s time to make the tomato salad. Wash the tomatoes first, then cut the tomatoes into slices and put them on a plate. Then add sugar. A bowl of tomato salad is ready.

Finally, I still need to make a bowl of fried carrots with edamame. I wash and peel the carrots first, then put the carrots on the cutting board and cut them into slices. Eh! How weird? Usually the knife works so well in my mother's hands, but now it doesn't work in my hands. So I held the kitchen knife tightly in my right hand and tightened the carrot with my left hand. I tried to keep the knife as steady as possible, and carefully cut off one piece after another. After cutting the carrot, I tried my best to keep it steady. I washed the edamame and put it in the pot! Yes, this is what my mother does on weekdays, so I put the washed edamame into the oil pan and stir-fried, then put the cut carrots into the pan and stir-fried. Hey, one plate The shiny carrots and stir-fried edamame are on the table!

Looking at this nutritious breakfast with all the colors, flavors and flavors on the table, I was really greedy, so I quietly came to my mother’s bedside and woke her up from her deep sleep. 's mother. Did my mother smell something? The moment she stepped into the restaurant, she couldn't help but kiss me and said repeatedly: "Xingxing, when did you learn such good cooking skills? You are such a good boy of your mother." Listen. Thanks to my mother's praise, I suddenly understood: People should learn to care for each other. 0 tengxunAB 2009-7-14 21:21:36 222.135.33.* Report After resting for a while and seeing that it was almost ten o'clock, I started my second secret operation - helping my mother cook rice.

I scooped out some rice from the rice bucket and put it in a basin. Then I followed my mother's example of washing rice and repeatedly washed the rice in the water with my hands. When the washed water became cleaner, Then put the rice into the pressure cooker, add enough water (my mother once told me that the water level should cover the surface of the hand), cover the pot lid, open the liquefier valve and start cooking the rice. After about twenty minutes, the pressure valve of the pressure cooker started to beat, and I smelled the aroma of rice. The rice was finally cooked! I was even a little excited and hurriedly turned off the liquefied gas valve, then sat on the sofa and waited for my mother to get off work.

After a while, my mother came back. When she entered the door and saw the clean floor, she said in surprise: "Hey, why is the floor so bright today?" "I wiped it!" I jumped down from the sofa, I couldn't wait to show off the fruits of my labor, "Mom, come to the kitchen and have a look, there's a surprise." Then I pulled my mother into the kitchen, "Look, I've cooked rice." I took it away proudly. Pressure valve, opened the lid of the pot, and said: "Mom, try my cooking." After saying that, he picked up a little rice with chopsticks and put it in his mother's mouth, "Hey, the rice is a bit raw. It seems that the heat is a little too light. "I took a bite, and it turned out to be a bit hard. My mother told me that after the pressure valve jumped, it would have to continue cooking for ten minutes before the fire could be stopped. Oh, that's it!

Although today’s rice is not as delicious as my mother’s, when I was eating, I saw smiles on my parents’ faces. My father told me that this was the most delicious rice he had ever eaten in his life. After a meal of rice, my mother nodded in agreement. I was encouraged by their approving eyes. I thought, I will continue to work hard and let them eat really delicious and sweet rice next time.

Today is Sunday, and it is another day for cleaning our house. I was doing my homework and saw my mother sweating profusely while cleaning. I couldn't bear it, so I quickly put down the pen in my hand and ran over to help my mother with the chores.

Cleaning in our house usually involves cleaning the windows, sweeping the floor, and cleaning the house. Mop the floor. The first thing is to clean the windows. I first put the rag into a bucket of water and soaked it. Then I found a chair and stood on it carefully to clean the glass. I saw a thick layer of dust accumulated on the glass. I wiped it hard over and over again. After my efforts, I finally wiped the window clean. Ah, so tired!

After the windows are wiped clean, it’s time to sweep the floor. I found a broom, then I hunched my back, lowered my head, and bent my waist, holding the broom in my hand and started sweeping it seriously. I carefully swept every corner over and over again, not even a scrap of paper was missed. I ended up dumping a bunch of rubbish into the trash can. In this way, the whole home is much cleaner.

After sweeping the floor, I started to check the floor and found that there was still some dirt on the floor. So, I found a mop, soaked it in a bucket of water, and then mopped the floor seriously.

I aimed at the dirt and mopped again and again, and finally the dirt was clean. The dirt is gone, but the floor has become a "big painted face" that cannot be mopped clean. By this time, I was very tired and sweaty. My mother felt very distressed when she saw me like this, so she quickly handed me a towel and said, "Son, you've worked so hard, so you'd better stop doing it." After listening to my mother's words, I really wanted to quit. However, the image of my mother sweating profusely while doing housework immediately appeared in my mind. I thought: My mother works so hard for me every day, so what does my hard work mean? Thinking of this, I said: "Mom, I'm not tired." As I said that, I continued to mop the floor until the floor was clean. After my efforts, the house became really clean.

Although I am exhausted, I still feel happy that I can do housework for my mother.