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The sixth grade composition is 300 words.

In ordinary daily life, many people have written compositions, which are divided into primary school compositions, middle school compositions and college compositions (papers). Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following are nine 300-word sixth-grade compositions I compiled for you, hoping to help you.

One day, in class, the philosopher Socrates took out an apple and stood in front of the platform and said, "Please smell the air!" "

A student raised his hand and replied, "I smell it, it's the smell of apples!" " Socrates stepped down from the podium, holding an apple in his hand, slowly walked up to each student and told him, "Please smell it carefully again. Does the air smell of apples? "

At this time, half of the students have raised their hands. Socrates returned to the podium and repeated the question just now. This time, everyone raised their hands except one student who didn't raise their hands. Socrates walked up to the students and asked, "Do you really smell nothing?" The student said positively, "I really don't smell anything!" " "At this time, Socrates announced to everyone:" He is right, because this is a fake apple. "This student is the later famous philosopher Plato.

Many times, we are close to the truth, but we leave the truth because of lack of self-confidence. Plato's courage to stick to the truth stems from his firm belief in facts. The road to truth will not be smooth sailing. The key to not being confused by illusion is whether we can stick to the truth to the end.

My hometown is a land of plenty, and the scenery there is very pleasant. Especially that beautiful park has added infinite happiness and sweet memories to my life.

In spring, Cuihu Garden is full of spring. From the gate, the grass on the left is green, like a green blanket. The spring breeze smiled and told jokes, which made the grass dolls laugh their heads off. Children come to this open grassland to laugh, chase, play and fly kites. ...

In summer, the trees in Cuihu Garden are shaded. The flowers were too hot to lift their heads, and cicadas cried in unison, "How hot! It's so hot! " At this time, uncle Shu, with lush leaves, selflessly offered shade for people to enjoy the cool. Not far from the grass, there is a small amusement park that is not easy to be found, like a shy girl hiding behind a tree.

In autumn, leaves fall in the Cuihu Garden. Yellow leaves, like golden butterflies flying in the air, are like wanderers who have been exiled and returned to their hometown, eager to return to their hometown. There is a lake opposite the grass, and the calm lake looks like a quiet girl. There are several boats on the lake, crossing the lake quietly, and the lake suddenly ripples.

In winter, the flowers in Cuihu Garden withered. The grass took off its green coat and put on a yellow sweater. There is no color in the park. Maybe the flowers are just asleep, waiting to wake up and play next spring.

In my memory, there will always be a beautiful green garden in the middle of the lake, gently rippling, accompanying me to spend a happy and beautiful childhood.

Looking up at the ever-changing clouds in the sky, I can't help but have many reverie; Looking down at the green lawn on the ground, I can't help but feel very comfortable and quiet. Look at how rich nature is. Let's slow down and listen to the voice of nature carefully!

Mountain, towering, majestic, really beautiful; The sea is rough and unpredictable; On the Yuan Ye, sheep are grazing, and colorful flowers are competing for each other.

Among the four seasons, there are spring, summer, autumn and winter, and each season has different characteristics. During the day, chickens will be heard from the back of the house, and several birds on the branches are particularly crisp and pleasant. At dusk, love stand and I watched the sunset by the river, watching it dye the sky red and the river golden. How relaxing and fascinating.

How carefree it is to walk in the drizzle! Drops of rain beads sprinkled on the body, like a gentle lyric song. How well the wind blows! Come and go without a trace, unpredictable

Everything in nature is so magical, so mysterious and so beautiful. If we can spend more time to pick up those green mountains and green waters, birds and flowers, and get to know them, I believe we can decorate our lives more happily and vigorously. Let the green hills always stay and the green waters always flow, so that everyone can always enjoy the freshness and warmth endowed by nature. Observe and experience its beauty from nature and understand its philosophy!

My dream is a dandelion seed, flying all over the earth.

My first seed

Fall on the edge of the stage

However, when I dance at home,

Only to find that I'm not cut out for this.

My second seed

Fall on the school playground (on)

My dream is to be a teacher.

However, the teacher asked each of us to teach once.

Only then did I realize that my knowledge was not very profound.

My third seed

Fly over the ocean

My dream is to be a navy.

However, when I swim,

Only to find that I am a landlubber.

In the first seed.

In the 101st seed (of mine)

Fly to the disaster area

My dream is to be a volunteer.

However, lifting weights at home.

Only to find that I can't even lift 20 Jin.

In (my) 102nd seed.

Fly home

I heard my parents talking about my future.

Only then did I know that my dream must be realized by me.

My grandfather is over sixty years old. He is a retired middle school teacher.

Grandpa is not tall, his skin is dark red, there are several shallow wrinkles on his forehead and his eyebrows are straight and thick. Grandpa always has a smile on his face and looks so kind and happy.

Grandpa is a well-read man. He can write many vivid articles, draw well and speak Russian. In order to learn Russian well, he gets up every morning and studies, recites and practices after supper. Now he can speak less fluent Russian! He usually likes watching the news, Such as news broadcast, evening news, News 30 minutes ................................................................................................................................................. ... and all kinds of flowers, but my grandfather is a master: sunflower, chrysanthemum, camellia and winter jasmine ... all year round on the balcony.

Summer vacation, want to write a short paper, very anxious. My grandfather came out. He searched carefully in front of the computer, his eyes wide open for fear of forgetting a word. An hour passed, and grandpa's forehead was covered with bean-sized sweat. Ah, I finally found it! He's pregnant again. He frowned and then unfolded it. This just patiently enlightened me. He spoke in detail and didn't rest until I understood him.

This is my grandfather, a diligent and patient grandfather.

The sixth grade composition is 300 words, and it always comes and goes in six hours. I want to slow down, and then slow down, so that I can enjoy my good time at school. Alma mater, you always let me gain, not only knowledge, but also affection and friendship.

In the past days, there was too much happiness. Happiness is like a ray of sunshine, tightly surrounding me. I remember that on the Lantern Festival, we were all a little lost because we couldn't go home to accompany our parents. Teacher, you kindly said, "Let's spend the holidays in our class!" "We packed a lot of jiaozi in the evening, and our clothes were covered with glutinous rice flour. Some students are all over their faces, like a big cat, casually walking around the classroom. Jiaozi didn't wrap it well, but everyone's face was full of happy smiles. They ate happily.

I still remember the last sports meeting in the sixth grade. The students in the audience are actively writing a draft oil painting. Athletes on the field are like runaway wild horses, running tigers and soaring eagles. Maybe we are not the best, but we are the hardest; Maybe we are not the most prominent, but we are the most United.

In this big sunny family, I am also changing quietly. Originally introverted, I love to say that I love to laugh and dance at several parties ... here, I am confident! Grow up!

I want to slow down, and then slow down, so that I can enjoy my good time at school.

I am a leaf, growing on a big green tree.

Spring is coming, and a warm spring breeze is blowing, which is really comfortable! I can't wait to leave the branch. The animals woke up, stretched out on the green grass and chirped. You seem to be finishing what you've been holding back all winter. The grass is also swaying, as if celebrating its new life. There were many companions around us at once, and we introduced each other excitedly. Wan Li is clear, and everyone is trying to absorb sunlight and release fresh air.

Soon, Xia Ge came, with a bad temper. I was in Wan Li just now. In the blink of an eye, dark clouds covered and it rained cats and dogs. There are many budding flowers and bones around me. In a few days, she became graceful and praised by passers-by. I don't envy them, because I also have my place. Together with my friends, I created a world for people to enjoy the cool.

Autumn has come quietly. A cool breeze blew again and again, and we danced wildly on Grandpa Dashu, making a "thump" sound together. At this moment, a flock of geese passed over our heads and flew south. I seem to have a presentiment, and suddenly a gust of wind blew, only feeling airy.

Slowly, slowly, I fell to the ground. I know my life is over, but the thought of turning it into fertilizer to provide nutrition for my uncle and grandpa makes me close my eyes with confidence. ...

Never shed tears, because it has no choice. When I was a naive child, I could cry heartily. But now, tears will not flow because I grow up.

On this road, I grew up. Tears rolled in my eyes, but I made it stop. I am strong, and no one ever dares to make me cry. And I, the glass heart in my heart will be broken! I still feel heartache now, and I can only cry silently in that deep heart. Tears have no choice but to flow downwards, dripping on the ground, but dripping in my heart. If tears have their own destiny, they will not give in. Tears are salty, just like I am depressed on this road. I am no different from tears. My fate is not in my own hands On the road of growing up, I have no choice but to get through it. The only difference is that it can flow, but I have to choose between the two. I want to trade my favorite for my worst. Adults are always selfish. They insisted on giving us a good life, but my life was in their hands. Why? Tears have a destination, but I can only be forced to choose. Who has thought about the pain in my heart? No one understands, but thinks I am unreasonable. But do you understand me, just like you will cry when you are sad and moved. Don't always compare others with me, I just want to make a tear to understand the final outcome. Back where I belong.

Tears may be the best relief and the best telling.

I am always excited when I hear that there will be an open class. I still remember the open class of mathematics on Tuesday morning.

We didn't have class in the classroom in the second class that morning. Teacher Zhang took us to the multimedia classroom. Push the door open, wow! A large dark area of the audience was filled with teachers who came to observe; I guess there are about 200 people. I felt a little nervous when I saw so many people at once. We sat in our seats quietly and orderly, and a mysterious open class began. In the silence of sparrows, a female teacher with long hair and a smile appeared. Holding a box of soybeans in her hand, she kindly asked us, "Students, can you guess how many soybeans are in this box in my hand?" This question immediately aroused the students' interest, and everyone was arguing and scrambling to raise their hands. "180000", Zhang Hua was the first to stand up and speak. "I guess 5000." "I guess it's 1826!" ..... The quiet classroom suddenly exploded, and my nervous mood disappeared without a trace. With the deepening of the classroom, the teacher's vivid and interesting questions, humorous words and easy-to-understand explanations firmly attracted our eyes and ears, and bursts of laughter broke out from time to time in the classroom. ...

Unconsciously, the bell rang. How time flies! The students reluctantly left the multimedia classroom.