Who am I? Composition for sixth grade

In daily study, work and life, everyone often comes into contact with composition. Composition is a narrative method in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in their memory in written form. So, how to write an essay? Below is the composition of Who Am I for the sixth grade that I have carefully compiled. You are welcome to share it. Who am I? Sixth grade composition 1

Who am I? What kind of person is he? This series of weird questions always linger in my mind. But why did these simple and familiar problems suddenly become so complex and unfamiliar? What kind of person am I? It's up to you to judge who I am.

I love to talk. When I am interested, I can pour down like a waterfall in a mountain stream. It seems that the flow will never end. When I meet relatives and friends, my words are endless. My mother often says: "Yuanyuan's chatterbox." I can’t shut it up.”

I love to cry. People who have met me say I cry too much. Because any small grievance and criticism in life will cause me to cry. For this reason, my friends say that my tear ducts are too developed. I don't admit it, but when the moment comes, tears of disappointment well up in my eyes. The touching plots in the book and the touching scenes on TV will make me burst into tears. My parents have asked me to be stronger many times, but I have never been able to do it. It is my nature to love to cry and laugh.

I love painting. My hobby is painting. Once, in an art class, I painted the Golden Gate Bridge in the United States. The teacher praised me for my painting. After hearing this, I felt very happy. Because of this, I fell in love with drawing. I often like to draw some cartoon characters to relax after finishing my homework.

"A glass of water can break the waves." Although I am still immature, I also have my own little world and some little secrets. Sometimes, I will worry about trivial things, and I will secretly savor an article that makes me fall in love.

I am a girl who loves to laugh, love to draw, and also loves to cry. What kind of person am I? can you tell me? I think at any time, only when we understand ourselves, know ourselves, know ourselves, and treat ourselves correctly can we meet the greater challenges in life! Who Am I? Sixth Grade Composition 2

I came home from school and found out that I was so bored. I had very little homework and I had finished it at school. When I opened the extraction hole and saw the scissors, an idea suddenly came to me.

I picked up the scissors and cut left and right on a large piece of paper. After a while, a mask was born. I drew thick eyebrows on the mask, a bloody mouth with red crayon, and eyes. I made a small hole in the paper to prevent it from being seen. Make a small hole next to the paper. However, what should I do if there is no thread? If I go down to get it, my brother will be suspicious, and the plan will be ruined. If I don’t go down and get it, the mask will fall off, and my brother will find out that it was me. It is impossible not to beat me. When I decided to go down and get the thread, I found a piece of tape that happened to work, albeit a little thicker. I put the belt through the hole. The hole was too small and it took a lot of effort to get it through. I remembered that when I went through it, there was a little tearing sound, and I saw that the hole had become larger.

I walked down quietly and saw my brother doing homework. I reached out and covered his eyes and said roughly: "Guess who I am." My brother wanted to hit my hand with his hand. Come down, I didn't move. My brother deliberately said it was a pig, but I said it was wrong. He also guessed it was a donkey, a dog, or a ghost. I ignored him, so he had to say it was a human. I said I was half right, and he said she was a lady.

I let go of my hand in surprise and asked him how he knew. He said there were only two people at home. It seems that I have to be careful next time and not be discovered again. If I am discovered again, I will be miserable. Who Am I? Sixth Grade Composition 3

Guess who I am Hey everyone, I’m wearing an oversized mask now. Naturally, you can’t see my face. Guess who I am. ? Then I will briefly describe it and let you guess!

I am ten years old this year, with a black baby head and a pair of big eyes, blinking like bright stars in the sky. The bridge of my nose is high, but unfortunately I wear a pair of thick glasses. Don’t think that I am short-sighted or far-sighted. With glasses like this, I really look like a little doctor. I also hope that I am a real little doctor.

I have a very slender figure, small and skinny, but I run, do energy boards, jump rope... I think they are all good, because these exercises can help me strengthen my physique, stay healthy, and prevent me from becoming a chubby person. I also have a pair of clever little hands, which can help my mother stir eggs, wash vegetables...and do housework. The most important thing is that I can draw. I also won the second prize in the graffiti contest.

At the same time, my hard pen is also very good. I am always praised by the teacher because my handwriting is strong and smooth and natural. Let me tell you a little secret: I also have a small problem, it is carelessness. Sometimes I read the questions wrongly or miss the questions. Because of this problem, I will inevitably be criticized by my parents. In the future, I will read the questions carefully and review the questions carefully to get rid of the bad habits. Having said this, you should know who I am, right? Who Am I? Sixth Grade Composition 4

Guess who I am? A little boy whose mind was full of all kinds of weird questions suddenly wondered if a puppy had a pair of wings, could it fly like a bird? I thought for a while that if I could fly to the moon and build a beautiful space station, would I be attacked by aliens? For a moment, I thought about the scenes of the American army fighting aliens... There are many little-known little secrets hidden in my heart every day.

Guess who I am? A humorous little guy with many jokes and brain teasers in his head. When you are sad, I will tell you a funny joke to make you feel happy.

Guess who I am? A timid "rabbit". Speaking of timidity, I have a classic example: That night, I was sleeping soundly. Suddenly, I felt someone touching my cheek. I was so scared that I cried "Wow" Oh, it turns out that when my mother was tucking me in, the quilt rubbed against my face. Do you think I am timid?

Guess who I am? A "little bookworm" who loves to read. When you walk into my little room, you can see piles of books everywhere. My little bookcase is filled with all kinds of books. I like to swim in the ocean of books.

Guess who I am? I will proudly tell you: I am who I am, a smart little boy. Do you want to be friends with me? Then come and see me in Class 3 (D) of Zhenhai Yingxingjiu Foreign Language Experimental School!

I am Chen Jiakai. Who Am I? Sixth Grade Composition 5

In the eyes of different people, I am different and show different personalities.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning filtered into the room dimly, and a pair of big hands shook me from side to side through the quilt. "Get up!" I wrapped my little quilt tightly, turned around, rolled deeper into the bed, and closed my eyes tightly. The already warm place where he was lying was replaced by a cold feeling, stabbing from his back and spreading to his head, like a sobering agent. My head, which had half-awakened by mistake, woke up, but it didn't block the "erosion" of sleep much, and my eyelids stuck together.

"Get up quickly!" Mom patted me left and right in the quilt first, through a cold wind, and then - then my feet. "Whoosh -" I was sliding down, and my already messy hair quickly got caught and pulled straight through friction with my back and sheets, causing pain. Those hands held my feet as if they were holding a warm baby. They were as cold as ice, and I felt like I had experienced despair.

I just can’t afford it! I lay on the edge of the bed, my lower body hanging on the floor. I peeked at my helpless mother from the messy hair. Still "too deep to sleep".

"How can you be such a scoundrel?" I heard her murmuring as she walked away in slippers.

I grabbed my hair and sat up reluctantly. But I still don’t want to wake up.

"Mom - help me get my clothes!" My shout came out of my throat, trembling slightly.

superior. "Where are the socks?" I was still indifferent. In my heart I am happy... to instruct others.

"So lazy!" she yelled, and stormed out again.

Perhaps, it’s just me! I am happy in my heart.

When I am asked who I am in the future, I should answer this way: "I am a lazy and scoundrel person."