The first composition in the second volume of the sixth grade

In study, work or life, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Composition is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. Still at a loss for composition? The following is my first composition in Grade 6 for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

1, the first composition in grade six, got up earlier than usual, and breakfast was free. The four of us rushed to Shanxi Institute of Finance and Taxation to attend their 17 track and field meeting. It seems early. The head of Beyond newspaper took us to their reporter station in the sports ground and arranged an interview for us.

I was shocked by their sports meeting, which was well organized and arranged in an orderly way. There are all kinds of competitions, with individuals, groups, qualities, skills, teachers and students participating together, and shouts come and go on the sports field.

Although I hold a certain position in the community, I have never conducted interview activities systematically, and I feel a little ashamed to be a campus reporter. When I was standing by the runway watching the women's 200-meter final, I suddenly turned around and saw the smiling face from the heart of the starter. I wonder why the teacher laughs so easily when the athletes are waiting nervously. With questions, I interviewed the teacher with a few silver hairs. He told me that watching the children run happily reminded him of himself and himself who had been running on the runway. He is very happy that the students are actively exercising. When I left the runway, I walked in the direction of the loudest refueling sound. There was a tire rolling activity, and the shouts of cheerleaders were deafening. I was infected and moved by this atmosphere, and I felt like I was really old and my passion disappeared. After the game, I got up the courage to interview the party branch secretary of their information department. The kind female teacher told me that the process of the competition is as important as the result, and she attaches equal importance to it. The process tests students' psychological quality and teamwork ability, and she also appreciates her students. In fact, what I value more is her attitude towards the result. As long as I try my best to get irrelevant "lies" or "truth", I admire the teacher's frankness even more. Who doesn't want to give back after giving? Why cover up your failure with a lie that looks chic? Telling the truth will be another kind of scenery.

After watching the whole process of men's triple jump preliminaries and finals, I "interviewed" champion Zhang Shuaijun, an introverted and calm boy. He told me that it was a pity that the competition didn't reach the training level, but he wanted to thank his instructor, who helped him adjust his mentality and let him participate in the competition wholeheartedly. One day as a teacher, life as a father, perhaps this is the most ordinary and simple testimony.

In this exchange, I found that the "University Tide" published by our club has shortcomings in terms of submission and contribution, and we still have a long way to go. Every experience, we should gain something and make progress. This is my starting goal and my travel pleasure. Study like this, work like this, and live like this.

Life is full of many firsts, such as cooking for the first time, performing for the first time, keeping a pet for the first time ... One by one "firsts" are like footprints, printed on our growing road, and the most unforgettable thing is doing housework.

Seeing my mother's fatigue in housework, there are deep wrinkles. I'm really worried about my mother's health. Hey! Good idea, I wonder if my mother will answer! I didn't agree at first, but after my "bitter words", I finally accepted my "unreasonable troubles". In fact, if I let my mother have a day off, I will be a "mother" for a day.

As soon as the sunshine passed through the clouds, the alarm clock began to ring. Ah! It's so annoying that I have to turn off the alarm clock by hand. No, it's too early. I am confused myself. Hmm? Don't I have to do housework today? In the end, my willpower overcame sleep.

I made a timetable from memory. Mother was cooking breakfast when she got up in the morning. All right! I can only cook fried rice with eggs, all of which are fried by my grandmother. I haven't touched the lampblack myself. I just hope my parents like it. First, steam rice, then wash rice, and then add water. Fortunately, grandma taught me that although this is the first time to steam, I just hope it won't be too messy. Then beat the eggs. Although it was really "breaking eggs" at first, it was much better later. Put the rice in. As a result, the rice is too hard and has to be drained. After frying, I tried it and it was almost tasteless. Hey! Soy sauce, my eyes lit up, and I was more determined to do the next thing.

The second thing is to mop the floor. I have seen my mother mop the floor, but I have never tried it myself. Wash the mop and start mopping the floor. As a result, you can imagine that the wet dew on the ground will fall off if you are not careful. Sweating, I had to take a dry towel to suck up the water on the ground, so I had to do things myself. Then I washed the dishes and took out the garbage ... My back ached and I was sweating. I can clearly know how embarrassed I am now, and I can also appreciate my mother's hard work.

That incident made me understand a life truth: many tiring things are carried by my parents, but I don't know the hardships of others. I want to repay my parents, others and learn to be grateful!

You must have eaten sushi! There are many kinds of sushi in the restaurant, which are delicious. What's the taste of homemade sushi?

In Friday's comprehensive practice class, Mr. Jin led us to a meaningful sushi making activity, which was conducted in groups. Finally, the first prize, the second prize and the third prize were awarded according to the creativity and taste of six groups of sushi. The night before, our two groups worked together and brought all the materials. I am in charge of bamboo slips, floss and seaweed.

The ringing of the bell "Ding" made everyone's heart boil. I see that everyone has a well-thought-out plan, and the information has already been prepared on the table. After Mr. Jin introduced several sets of sushi pictures, the sushi production activity officially kicked off. This is my first time cooking sushi, and I only have a vague understanding of sushi. I can't wait to know what Zhu Han, the treasure of the town group, looks like. First of all, I took a spoonful of rice and laid it flat on the sushi roll, and flattened it with a spoon to ensure that every corner was evenly covered with rice. Then I carefully cut carrots, lunch meat and cucumbers into three pieces of the same size with a knife and put them on the rice. All these ingredients have been added. It's time to add ingredients. I took out two spoonfuls of dental floss from the dental floss jar and sprinkled it around and in the middle of sushi. Then, I put the sushi rolls with seasoning into strips, wrapped them in simple paper, pinched them, cut them into pieces with a knife, sprinkled with caviar, and 6 pieces of sushi were finished easily. I was overjoyed. I didn't expect sushi to be so simple.

Let's look at the progress of other students. Everyone has made sushi for beginners. The next stage begins again. In order to win the championship, our group plans to make a beach with dental floss, put sushi on the "beach" and make a smiling face. In ten minutes, the masterpiece will be released! Because of our careful production, we stand out among the six groups and rank first with one group. "Yes," we cheered and tasted together. Sweet and sour, and crisp and refreshing cucumbers. It's really delicious.

I remember this sushi making activity vividly, and it also gave me the "first time" in my life.

In life, there are many firsts, first rides, first trips, first barbecues ... The first time is like the stars in the sky, brilliant and countless, which is the memory of life and the only way for us to grow up.

I remember a breezy afternoon, my mother asked for leave because of illness and kept coughing in bed. It makes me feel guilty to see her uncomfortable. What should I do? Make mom happy? I paced back and forth and saw the potatoes in the kitchen, and I couldn't help but have a plan; Yes! Doesn't mom usually like shredded potatoes? Haha, why don't you make a shredded potato for mom yourself?

As soon as I started, I happily ran to the kitchen, put the potatoes ready for "death" on the "Xingtai"-the chopping block, and cut them quickly. It's easier said than done, but it's harder than going to heaven. I grabbed the potato and peeled it hard, with great effort, and finally succeeded, but the whole potato had seven wounds and eight sores.

After peeling, the potato is cut into sections, which is relatively easy. I have a knife in one hand and a potato in the other. A few bites will turn into slender shredded potatoes. Then there is the pot. This stage is particularly critical. First pour the oil into the pot, and then put the slender potato shreds into the pot and stir fry. When the time is ripe, put the prepared seasoning into the pot and stir fry constantly. Soon, the delicious shredded potatoes are ready.

The first time I was so successful, my mother was full of praise for my work-shredded potatoes with a smile on her mouth. My heart is full of joy and happiness! It's not just a plate of delicious shredded potatoes, the process makes me memorable.

The first composition of the sixth grade Book 5 Life is like a flower in full bloom in the sun; Life is like a bamboo forest in the breeze. People have to go through some things in their life, and the most unforgettable thing is my first cooking.

I have loved cooking since I was a child. I like the action and sound of cooking. I stood by and watched my mother cook. Today, when I recalled my first cooking, I couldn't help laughing.

When I was 9 years old, my parents were not at home, so I had to cook by myself. I'll beat the eggs and cut the tomatoes first. Then I turn on the fire and pour in peanut oil. When the oil is hot, pour in the eggs. When I noticed the egg, the oil suddenly jumped up. There is still smoke on the pot. I quickly threw away the bowl and fled the scene of the disaster. After a while, I used the lid as a shield and slowly leaned over. After a while, I used the lid as a shield and slowly approached the oil pan. 1 of "pa". I put the lid on. Meanwhile, I turned off the fire. When the oil slowly subsided, I opened the lid and saw that the pot was dark. Eggs? Needless to say, it must be all black, too. I have to feed the eggs to the mice. The first cooking ended in failure, and I was ready to give up, but a famous saying suddenly flashed in my heart: heroes have suffered many hardships since ancient times. You can't give up if you encounter a little setback. I'll try my best to make this scrambled egg with tomatoes.

I plucked up my courage and started cooking for the second time. This time, when I put the oil into the pot, I held up my "shield" to stop the oil. I shook it gently to prevent it from burning the pot. Wait until the eggs are cooked, then put the tomatoes in the pot and fry them. When the juice comes out, put the eggs in, then add salt and make a dish with soy sauce.

In the evening, I ate my own cooking, and my heart was full of joy. In my flowery life, I left a bunch of warm sunshine for the first time. He made me understand that no matter what I do, I must stick to it. Don't give up halfway when you encounter a little setback. Only by standing the test can we cultivate an independent heart. How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?

At 6 o'clock that afternoon, we boarded a Boeing 737 of China Eastern Airlines. Under the patient guidance of the stewardess, we fastened our seat belts and waited quietly for the plane to take off. After a while, the plane began to move slowly and gradually moved to the runway. Suddenly, the plane ran quickly and took off in less than a minute. After circling several times, the plane flew into the blue sky.

Slowly, the world has become smaller, rivers, mountains and roads have become models, and cars on the road are crawling like small ants. Later, the plane flew into the white clouds. I looked down, wow, it's spectacular! Clouds are flat, like thick snow on the ground and endless sea. Looking at the sunset glow on the horizon, I think it is lower than me, red and soft, like a watery orange lying peacefully on the sea of clouds. Its slight blush dyed the white clouds in the distance, and the sea of clouds was covered with a layer of orange-red Phnom Penh, which looked beautiful. I think, if I were a painter, I could draw this strange beauty and share it with you. If I were a photographer, I would definitely take this beautiful scene with my lens.

After nearly two hours of flight, the plane began to land. I saw the light spots on the land gradually becoming clear. The plane finally landed, and we breathed a sigh of relief and finally got home safely.

I'm really exhausted after my holiday trip. When I got home, I fell asleep in bed. In my dream, I got on the big plane again and swam freely in the sky!

Today, I embarked on a journey to Yuyang Ski Resort with joy. After skiing for so long for the first time, I was too excited to calm down all the way. I talked and looked. The whole family is rendered by this joyful atmosphere! After more than three hours' journey, I finally arrived.

After we got off the bus, we went straight to the ski resort. After renting ski equipment, I can't wait to enter the ski resort. I practiced uphill for the first time, but I didn't succeed despite my hard work. I turned my eyes and saw several junior ski resorts over there. My father and I immediately took the elevator cableway, wrapped in small stools, and slid uphill. I suddenly fell off the ropeway on the way, and then fell from behind, which made the security inspector very busy. There were shouts everywhere, and many people were shocked. Snowboards are long, and once you fall, it is difficult to stand up immediately, so you must remove them. Finally, many of us reached the top of the slope. At the top of the slope, I suddenly saw a sign-"middle slide", which was a big surprise. No wonder it's so difficult to climb up. This is terrible!

what can I do? My father and I just learned to ski for less than half an hour, but we were not afraid at that time. I strengthened my courage, smiled, propped up the pole, kicked hard and slipped down quickly. At first, it was smooth, a feeling of lightning speed, but halfway through, several people in front fell down, and I was a little nervous, so I held my breath tightly, turned left and supported right, and all of them escaped smoothly, and finally stopped safely at the end!

Dad took a long time to slide down and asked him why he was so slow. He said he fell twice. For the first time, he got up because he was too scared and fell in pain. The second time I was forced to fall because I almost hit someone else, but it didn't hurt very much.

I smiled smugly.

Then, I quickly slid into a more exciting ramp. ...

The sun has set, and it's very late. I reluctantly left the ski resort with the adults, which made me show my true colors as a "hero" and left me with endless aftertaste.