I want some diaries or a composition for the sixth grade at the weekend. The more the better, 600 words each. Thank you.

On Sunday, I saw the ground and the walls were dirty everywhere, so I said to my mother, "Mom, let's clean this Sunday!" " "Mom said excitedly is very good. ""I'll clean it, too. " Dad said.

Because my mother often cleans, we regard my mother as the "commander" and direct me and my father to work. Of course my mother will do it. My father and I are both subordinates of the "commander" and obey my mother's instructions. I began to assign work. My mother asked me to clean the room and instructed my father to sweep the floor, clean the ceiling and clean the toilet. The commander washes clothes and dishes. After the work was assigned, we began to clean. My mother started washing dishes. First, she put the bowl into a plate full of clean water and poured in detergent. It's too slippery They were stained on the bowl, as if coated with lubricating oil. Inadvertently, a bowl slipped from my mother's hand with a swish. Before my mother knew what was going on, it went into the water and splashed her face. Finally, the dish is ready. Mother grabbed a pair of chopsticks and rubbed them hard in her hand. "Chen Wenjing, Chen Wenjing ..." How nice! Suddenly, somehow, they all fell out of their mother's hands and lay on the ground like game sticks. Mother had to pick it up, wash it again and do something else. Dad picked up the broom, swept away the piles of garbage and dust like a total annihilation, then shoveled up the garbage and poured it into the trash can. All the small books have been sorted out, but there are still a few big books that can't be put down. What should I do? I thought about it and put the book at the bottom of the little book. Our tasks were all finished, and by this time we were exhausted and sweaty. We breathe fresh air, which is very refreshing.

Looking at the bright windows everywhere at home, I understand a truth: everyone should take good care of the environment and keep it clean and hygienic, and our life will be better.

On Sunday, I saw the weather was so sunny. It was really a good season to fly kites. My father and I took kites to the suburbs.

Snow-white clouds floating in the blue sky, this beautiful scene first caught my eye. The green wheat seedlings are full of spring. The willows by the river are waving green branches in the wind, as if waving to us!

The spring breeze blows slowly, which makes us feel very warm. We walked on the field path. I hold the spool and my father holds the kite. Dad lifted the kite and ran ten meters away quickly. The kite tried to fly away from dad's hand. Dad told me to tighten the rope and then let go. The kite didn't fly very high, but it ended unsteadily. It turns out that the left side is unbalanced and the left side is heavy. Dad tied a rope on the right, and we successfully put the kite in the sky. As the kite rose higher and higher, I paid the line slowly and the kite floated smoothly in the air. Under the sunlight, you can clearly see the Monkey King on the kite. He is holding a golden hoop as if walking on clouds. I'm so happy!

More and more people fly kites, and so do more kites. They are colorful and have different shapes: from red, yellow to green ... some are like swallows catching insects, some are like eagles hovering in the air ... all kinds.

I didn't go home until the sun went down.

This is really a happy Sunday.