What makes life better? A 450-word composition for sixth grade

Independence makes life better. Writing idea: Mainly write about why independence will make life better.

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If life is like a pond of water, then independence is the little fish that adds color to the pond; if life is like a silent forest, then independence is like waking up Birds all over the forest. Independence makes life better.

My parents asked me to be independent more than once, but I always refused on the excuse of being too young. My mother came to nag me again: "Xinxin, I think it is necessary for you to be independent. We are going to Shanghai to see a doctor these days and are not at home. This is a good opportunity for you to be independent." Mom solemnly patted my hand. shoulder. "Hmm... Okay, it won't be a few days anyway." I thought about it and agreed.

The first day of independence began with the chirping of birds. "Dingling bell..." The alarm clock interrupted my sweet dream mercilessly. After turning off the alarm clock, I rolled over, yawned, and was pulled into sleep again. "It's time to eat, Xinxin." The sweaty grandma knocked on the door. I casually asked: "What time is it?"

Grandma knocked on the door and said: "Get up quickly, it's already noon." I got up immediately, put on my pajamas, and ran downstairs to eat. "Hurry up and do your homework!" "Oh." "Hurry up and go downstairs to eat." "Right away." "Hurry up and get up!" "Oh."... In these repeated conversations, I was confused. The whole day was over.

At night, I was lying alone in bed, thinking: Why do I always have to be urged by others to do it? I must be more conscious tomorrow... Listening to the insect chirping outside the window, I slowly fell into sleep.

"Chi chi chi chi..." The bird outside the window sang happily. In this song, I welcomed the sun on the second day of independence. Father Sun shyly exposed half of his head, as if he was ashamed that he got up earlier than me. I looked at my messy "pig's nest" and thought: No, my room is so messy, my mother will definitely laugh at me when she comes back tomorrow, and I have to clean it up.

The whole morning, I was immersed in the joy of cleaning the room. When I see the tabletop is so bright and reflective, I feel extremely proud; when I lie on the clean and tidy sofa, I feel a sense of comfort in my heart; when I look at the white walls and bright floor, I feel extremely happy. . After struggling all morning, I finally tidied up the room. I quickly went down to help make lunch, because I want to be independent.

Grandma is the main cook, and I help out, and I even secretly learned a few tricks. I have been doing homework in the afternoon. No one urged me to do it. Everything was done by myself.

It feels good to be independent. Life is an ordinary cake, but with a little "independent" chopped green onion, it will be very delicious.