Sixth grade primary school composition: I am a grass

In daily study, work or life, everyone has probably dealt with composition. According to the characteristics of propositional writing, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. So how to write a good composition? The following is the composition I compiled for the sixth grade of primary school: I am a small grass, I hope it can help everyone. Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: I am a small grass 1

I don’t have colorful clothes, nor does I have a beautiful crown. I only have a simple green clothes given to me by Miss Chun. I am a small grass. Grass, an ordinary grass.

The cold winter is over, spring is here, listen! Miss Spring is walking towards people with crisp steps, and Sister Swallow is flying from a distance, chirping. The ground seems to be saying to people: "Chichi, spring is here! Chichi, spring is here..."

Look, a family just opposite our lawn drove out their cattle and sheep. But the annoying thing is that they actually ran towards us. They were probably crazy from hunger... They ran to us. The leading cow and sheep opened their mouths wide and started to eat us. The other cows and sheep also didn't care. They ate it mercilessly, as if we deserved it, and it made us scream in pain. But then I thought about it carefully, and it seemed that it was not their fault. Who told them to eat grass by nature? Thinking about it, I slowly took my time. Calm down and let them bite me.

When the sun rises high and turns the last drop of snow into water and evaporates, the children happily run out to play - --They ran and jumped on the grass to their heart's content and had so much fun, but it hurt me a lot! When I was about to curse, one of my companions stopped me: "Don't be angry, it's not my fault, it's a child's nature to play!" After hearing what my companion said, I felt that it made sense. , so I played with them happily...

This is me - a small grass. Although it looks so ordinary, I am proud that I am a grass. A small grass! Sixth grade primary school composition: I am a small grass 2

"Without the fragrance of flowers, not as tall as a tree, I am a small grass that no one knows..." Whenever I hear this The song seems to have entered the world of grass and turned into a grass.

If I were a grass, in spring, with the warm spring breeze, I would be the first to wake up, sneak out of the soil, take off my old clothes, and carry the earth with me Fragrant, showing vitality, sucking the nectar of spring to your heart's content.

If I were a grass, in summer, crystal dewdrops would already be hanging on my body, butterflies would fly by me, telling me why I was happy early in the morning, and dragonflies would pass by my head. , tell me the good dream I had last night, the working bees collect nectar from my good friend Xiao Hua, and tell me that labor is the most glorious. When Grandpa Yu washed the world, I closed my eyes and rested, enjoying the refreshing cold water bath. Grandpa Yu left, and I was really reluctant to leave. I hoped he could come every day because he kept my body spotless. How relaxing, comfortable and refreshing!

If I were a grass, in autumn, the grass leaves gradually withered and turned yellow. I looked at the cloudless sky, lying freely on the ground, thinking about the future: Winter is coming, maybe it will be covered by heavy snow. Covered, it may be burned by wildfires, and many plants will freeze to death, but I will be safe and sound, looking forward to the arrival of spring, ready to give people an oasis again.

Although the grass is not as fragrant as jasmine, as elegant as clivia, or as bright as roses, nor as tall as pine trees, nor as lovable as crops, but she has the quality of tenacity and courage, perseverance. The perseverance to pull out. She is not afraid of wind or rain, nor is she afraid of heat or cold. Just as the poet Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty praised: "The wild fire will not burn out, but the spring breeze will blow again." Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: I am a small grass 3

"Without the fragrance of flowers and the height of trees, I am A grass that no one knows about..."

Yes, I am a grass, an ordinary, ordinary grass.

Although it does not have the fragrance of flowers or the strength of big trees, as a member of nature, I spend my life decorating this beautiful world of flowers. I am happy, and I am proud of it.

A breeze blew by and I woke up. I stretched and said hello to my friends in nature. There was moist dew in the air, and Sister Feng'er blew it onto my body. I greedily sucked in the fresh air. Mother Earth loves us so much! She gives all of us the nutrients she has stored throughout the day, so that we can all grow up as quickly as possible. While I was absorbing nutrients, I said to my brothers and sisters: "Brothers and sisters, this is only once a day. Don't let down Mother Earth's kindness." After a while, the sun rose and a ray of light appeared on the horizon. The sun is hanging in the sky, shining on us, making me feel extremely warm.

Slowly, summer is here. In this season, we grow very fast. However, the weather is like a naughty doll, changing at will. Look, the storm is coming again! Yudiao brothers are really merciless, they keep hitting our little heads, often beating us until our noses are bruised and our faces are swollen! The rain stopped, and the butterfly sisters danced beside us, like princesses...

In autumn, Mother Earth was afraid that we would catch cold, so she specially made a small yellow leather jacket for us. Wear it, it's so warm! Sister Ye Zi was afraid that we would be bored, so she grabbed the parachute and came to chat with us. They were running around on us, so naughty!

Winter is coming, Sister Snowflake is here, and there is a vast expanse of white all around. I look at all this and gently close my eyes.

I left, I waved goodbye to this land, and said to everything on the earth: "I will come back next spring!" Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: I am a small tree Grass 4

I am an inconspicuous grass in the beautiful and colorful nature, but my forthrightness makes me envious. Cui is lovable, but I am the strongest, so I have become the topic that everyone pays attention to. I am proud of myself. I am a grass with tenacious vitality.

Spring. The plants in nature have all awakened from their beautiful sleep. Even I, an inconspicuous little grass, poked its head out from the moist land. Plenty of sunshine shines on the earth, and I live happily in this beautiful land every day. Alas, I live in this world full of vitality and joy. What a joy it is!

Summer. Wake up from sleep in the morning. The first thing I saw was the sun greeting me, and I felt everything in nature. They are all my friends and they bring me infinite happiness.

Are people preparing for a good harvest in autumn? I was even a little envious when I saw that each tree was bearing golden fruits. Each tree seemed to form a frightening picture. But I heard a sound. The grass on the original plain grows brighter and wither every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again. Another person also sang in chorus, yes, yes, the vitality of grass is so tenacious! I laughed happily again.

Winter. Snowflakes seemed to be falling from the sky. The white elves are flying in the sky and floating down from the sky like pieces of snow-white goose feathers. I am looking at this beautiful scenery here. I am so happy.

I am strong. I am proud that I am the happiest grass. Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: I am a small grass 5

Today, I walked on the edge of the field and stared silently at the quiet sky. The white clouds are floating in the air and the crops are blooming all around. I gently put down my steps and squatted down while holding my breath. The fresh air, blue sky, white clouds, and green grass make people feel comfortable. I can't help but close my eyes and feel nature with my heart. As always, I imagine that I am a grass, living happily in nature.

Morning, so refreshing. I stretched and said hello to my good friend of nature. There was moist dew in the air, and Sister Feng gently blew it onto me, providing me with delicious sweet water. Brother Tutu delivers the nutrients he stores every day to everyone, so that everyone can grow and grow as quickly as possible.

I sucked the nutrients away and said with great joy: "Sisters and sisters, it's only once a day, don't waste it!" After a while, the sun came out, and wisps of light appeared on the horizon. The edges slowly climbed up and hung in the sky, shining on us and making us feel extremely caring and warm.

At noon, the sun was getting hotter and hotter, but we were still standing here stubbornly, without feeling a single grievance or any thought of complaining. Grandpa Dashu saw that we were pitiful, so he bent down to let us escape the heat. A little bug crawled under my feet, it was so itchy! I pressed it hard under my feet, but looking at its pitiful appearance, I couldn't bear it, so I had to let it go. Thinking of people often trampling on our heads, but my mother often said: we cannot let hatred blind the kindness in our hearts. Mom is right, humans are unkind to us, but we grass species must not be unkind to those who are weaker than us.

At night, I saw the beautiful starry sky and the bright moonlight. My sisters all fell asleep, but I was always in a daze. I had a great time today and gained a lot. I feel like I've grown up and don't need to be reminded.

The meaning of life is dedication. If you are a big tree, you will sprinkle a piece of coolness. If you are a star, you will embellish a corner of the night sky. Just like I am a small grass, I will add a green color. meaning. Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: I am a small grass 6

Spring is here, I stuck my head out and looked at the outside world. I have many friends. I took a look and saw that the little flowers grew out of the ground before me. We both greeted each other cordially: "Hua'er, are you doing your beautiful dance for us to appreciate?" "Xiaocao, you are so beautiful." Is it so green to add vitality to the earth?'' We chatted happily, and butterflies and bees were flying around us.

Time passed quickly, and I have grown a lot taller. . I saw a few friends came to play on the grass and accidentally stepped on me, bending my waist. They were very rude. I really wanted to remind them: take care of flowers and plants, and don't hurt them casually. We must protect them, because they add vitality, beauty and oxygen to nature.

A few days later, the farmer uncle "led" a group of cattle and sheep to trample on my partner's body. , I saw a sheep opening its big mouth to eat me. Because I couldn't move, the sheep bit off most of my body in one bite. I shed tears in pain. I was extremely sad. But then I thought, The grass that grows is for the cattle and sheep to eat. If the grass is eaten, it may still grow. Don’t be afraid. After a few days, I found that my body had grown again. I was very happy and regained my courage. So now I have to be strong.

I have grown my body again. I want to live strong in the future, play with my friends, and live happily together. I also want to remind the children: We must care for flowers, plants and trees, protect nature, protect the earth, and make the motherland a better place. Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: I am a small grass 7

"The grass grows in the original land, and it grows with each year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again. "There is no fragrance of flowers and no height of trees." "This is me - an ordinary grass.

Spring has come quietly. There is a hint of warmth in the breeze, and I poked my green head out of the soil. Huh? Why? Is the earth still yellow? I woke up the big trees, little flowers and friends: "Wake up, wake up, spring is here." "Everyone is awake! At this time, there was a thunderstorm in the sky, and the big raindrops were like strings of broken beads. Such a heavy rain scattered on my body like needle pricks, "wuwuwu" it hurts. But after the rain, I grew greener.

In the hot summer, under the sunshine, many flowers lowered their heads and said: "It's too hot, it's dry!" But this is true. During the most prosperous period of my life, I greeted bees and butterflies; I lay in the arms of Mother Earth with my friends, and together with the big tree uncle, I brought a touch of coolness and a sense of generosity to people.

Miss Qiu came to me and put a golden "coat" on me. The baby leaves fell from the tree. An old lady cut me and other yellow friends into the basket.

ah! It hurts!

When Grandpa Dong came to the world with snowflakes, the old lady threw me into the stove and was burned to ashes. But it doesn't matter, as long as my roots are still there, I will still grow them next spring.

This is why although I am ordinary, I am strong and optimistic! Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: I am a small grass 8

“No tree is as tall as a flower, and there is no fragrance of flowers. I am a tree. Grass that no one knows about..." Once upon a time, I used my petite and tender body, without fear of wind, frost, rain and dew, to move the stones on my body, break out of the ground with all my strength, and bring spring to people. Hope, let the world be covered with little green.

I don’t know where I come from, but I am not small or humble. Although I am unknown, I am willing to give. Although I am not as beautiful as flowers, nor as tall and straight as trees, I have "wildfire burning" The tenacious vitality of "endless, spring breeze blows"; spring comes and autumn comes, no matter how the seasons change, I always use my selfless body to decorate the world, more noble than the peony, than the lotus that grows out of the mud and is not stained. More noble!

Although my life is ordinary, I don’t need anyone to water or fertilize. I only need a handful of soil and a beam of sunshine to thrive. I am grateful to Mother Earth for giving birth to me. I want to repay my mother for her kindness. No matter it is dry land or an uninhabited desert, I will be deeply rooted in my mother's arms wherever needed and selflessly dedicate my youth to serve people. Brought new hope!

Spring passes and autumn comes, cold and heat alternate. I am not afraid of the scorching sun or the strong wind. I always grit my teeth and straighten my back to face all difficulties and tests calmly. Winter is here, but spring is still far away. ?

It is this indomitable fighting spirit and tenacious vitality that always encourages me to move forward and selflessly dedicate everything. "Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring." It is my best comment and also the direction I pursue in my life! Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: I am a small grass 9

I am a small grass, bathed in the warm sunshine and sleeping in the soft moonlight. Don't ask for how tall or gorgeous you are; you don't care about your own insignificance or the evaluation of others. Because I am - an ordinary grass.

In spring, accompanied by the fragrance of soil, I poked my head out of Mother Earth’s arms and put on bright green clothes. The flowers were also coated with a layer of rouge and came to us with a smile; the wind helped the willow trees comb their hair; together we listened to the crisp songs of the birds that had just flown back from the south, and the sun emitted soft sunlight, shining On our bodies, my little friend and I bathed in the warm sunshine and thrived together.

In summer, I took off my green clothes and put on a dark green dress. I acted as a foil for Sister Flower, greeted Brother Bee, and played hide-and-seek with Sister Butterfly. My friends and I lay in the arms of Mother Earth, absorbing the scorching sunshine, and together with Uncle Big Tree, we brought a touch of coolness and a share to people. Comfortable... Occasionally, a group of students will play on the grass, and when they are tired, they will lie on us to rest. The children often say: "Lying on this spotless lawn is such a pleasure." I listened. I was so happy that I swayed my waist slightly and danced happily.

In autumn, it’s time for the dark green clothes to be laid off. I put on yellow autumn clothes. A breeze came and I felt so comfortable. The birds were chirping, as if they were saying goodbye to me before going to the south, and the flowers also lost their color and drooped their heads. My companions and I stood quietly under the increasingly strong sunshine, experiencing the fiery temper of the "Autumn Tiger". No one was in the good mood of the past, and we were waiting for the arrival of winter...

In winter, the trees were replaced by white cotton-padded jackets. Sister Xuehua came to me and designed a unique "windbreaker" for me. My brothers and sisters and I got into the "bed", and with the bursts of "lullaby" played by Auntie Dongfeng, I slowly fell into a sweet dream...

"Li Liyuan Shangcao, One year old, one flourishes. The wildfire cannot be burned out, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates." It is precisely because of my indomitable and unswerving spirit that I "spring breeze blows and regenerates."

Whether I am on barren land or on a cliff, as long as there is sunshine and soil, I can grow and add spring color to nature in obscurity.

I am proud, I am a grass. Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: I am a small grass 10

I am a small grass growing in a dense forest. I am protected by the big tree mother.

Spring is here. Under the warm sunshine, the snow melts, and the melted snow water is very biting. I opened my little eyes and curiously asked Dashu's mother: "Why is the water turned from snow so cold?" Dashu's mother said: "Snow and water are twins, both given to us by the merciful God. God makes The snow comes and melts into icy cold water to temper our will, and let the water turn into spring rain to nourish us. "Now, I am no longer afraid of the cold, and there is an unyielding spirit in my little bones. So I worked hard to grow. No, I got out of the ground and felt all the wonderful things. "Brush, brush, brush", listen, this is the sound of spring rain. She dances happily on every bush of grass and every tree, bringing vitality to the forest. Look, what is that white furry figure? Oh, it turns out to be a cute little rabbit. The little rabbit's two ears stand high, as if he is also enjoying the wonderful song of spring rain. The spring rain falls rhythmically, "swishing, swishing, swishing." Every plant and tree in the forest is listening carefully to this beautiful music. The grasses danced beautifully in the rain with the spring breeze, and the big trees sang songs in the wind, seeming to accompany the spring rain.

Gradually, the spring rain stopped. After the rain, many small mushrooms grew around the big tree, and a few mushrooms grew around me. They were colorful, looking like umbrellas held for me, and like soldiers guarding me. At this time, all the animals are out and about: you see the birds playing on the branches, the little ants walking in the grass, the two aggressive crickets getting ready for a big fight... Listen, the happy birds sing in different tones Playing beautiful songs, bamboo shoots were growing beside the trees, cricket musicians flapped their wings attentively, and wonderful music flowed out... Ah, I couldn't help shouting in my heart: 'This world is so wonderful!

Time flies by, and as the seasons pass, winter comes again. Accompanied by the flying snowflakes, the forest and I fall asleep deeply. Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: I am a grass 11

I am a grass living in the forest. Don’t underestimate me, I am growing tenaciously!

In the early morning, I stretched and yawned and got up. The first thing that caught my eye was the forest, my home for a long time. Look! The bird got up early, and it was singing on the branches; Brother Dashu also got up, and he was really doing morning exercises...

Suddenly, a thunderstorm came, and he didn't know what was happening. Why was I so angry? I was beaten with all my strength by the rainwater, which made my back hurt. However, I would not give in just like this, so I shouted to the sky, enduring the pain: "I will not give in to you, because I want to survive here!" Thunderstorm seemed to hear me. If so, the rain will fall even more violently. At this time, a raindrop hit my head and I was knocked unconscious. After a long time, I woke up, I was so happy! I am not dead yet, my desire to live has kept me alive!

In the distance, a group of people came over. Those people were about to step on me. They trampled all the compatriots in front of me under their feet. I shouted to them loudly: "No, don't trample me to death..." In the end, I was trampled hard by them. I don't know what happened next. After I woke up, I looked at everything around me and my beautiful "home" and couldn't help but smile.

At this time, a lamb came to me and told me that he was hungry. I thought for a while and said to him: "You can eat me, but don't eat my roots!" The lamb looked at me gratefully, and then slowly ate me.

Do you think I'm dead? Actually no, we can meet again next spring!

You may not think that I am just a small piece of grass, but I am alive. I am also helpful to many animals, and my vitality is also very strong. We have different emotions, and we also know how to be grateful and understand everything. I hope you are as kind as me and willing to help others! Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: I am a small grass 12

I am a small grass. On the earth, human beings are constantly destroying me, which makes me particularly uncomfortable. Let me talk about my experience below!

On a sunny day, I woke up from a deep sleep. Suddenly, several people came over talking and laughing. They were eating while eating. After eating, they threw away the plastic bags. It was thrown over and it just happened to be put on my head. I breathed desperately inside the plastic bag. Because there was no air circulation, I was almost suffocated inside. Humans not only threw plastic bags at me, but also used their big feet to move away. He stepped on me, and suddenly I felt that I was about to be shattered to pieces.

Another time, when I stretched out my head to absorb the dew from Mother Earth, suddenly, a piece of white and yellow saliva sprayed on my cute little face. Suddenly, I only saw yellow and white in front of my eyes. I am shouting, but it is useless, I am heartbroken, but no one cares, I hate, but no one listens to me.

What’s even more outrageous is that human beings took away the lives of me and my sister Hua’er. When human beings saw some beautiful flowers, they plucked them with their hands, and even broke the flowers with their hands. Some people were even more cruel and killed me. Step on it under your feet and use all your strength to uproot the sisters next to me! Then he tore Sister Cao'er into pieces and raised his hand... To this day, I still remember Sister Cao'er's painful and desperate screams in my ears, and I still remember the heartbreaking words Sister Cao'er showed to me before she died. Smile, she said, humanity will be punished! She said, in my next life, I want to be a human being! She said, Sister Cao'er, you have to be careful! She said...

I raised my head: A teardrop silently ran across my cheek. Do you still remember Bai Juyi's poem? Hehe, it's so ridiculous! ‘Wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again! ’ No matter how tenacious our lives are, we can’t withstand such destruction!

Ignorant humans! Stop torturing us like this. We are all children of the earth, and our lives are closely related. Otherwise, if we become extinct, you will be even more threatened! Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: I am a small grass 13

I am a small grass. One morning in early spring, I heard the call of Brother Bird and breathed in the fragrance of Sister Flower. I slowly Come out of the belly of mother earth. I stretched and rubbed my hazy eyes. Suddenly, a ray of sunshine shone into my eyes, and I realized that I had sprouts growing.

I am a grass, living in a warm home. Every morning, Brother Shu wakes me up and does morning exercises with him. At noon, Sister Hua teaches me to sing "Song of Plants", Sister Butterfly teaches me to dance, and at night I race with the birds. When I got home, my mother cooked a table of "good food" for me. After dinner, I went for a walk with my parents. In this warm home, I feel comfortable and sweet every moment of every day.

I am a small grass. After being moistened by the rain, I grow into fresh grass. Soon I will usher in the hot summer. This is my most beautiful time. I have long hair. Shielding the ants from the blazing sun, my body became a big umbrella for small insects to shelter from the rain. In the violent storm, I remained tall and tall, holding my head high and said: "I am not afraid of thunderstorms, let the thunderstorms come more violently!" Even the great poet Bai Juyi praised me like this: "Wildfires cannot be burned out, but the spring breeze blows them again."

I am a grass. Although I don’t have the gorgeous fragrance of flowers, the sweetness and deliciousness of fruits, the tenacity of shoots, and the soaring wings of birds, my life is still wonderful. In winter, my body was buried in the soil and put into my mother's arms. After my body rotted, it turned into nutrients and was transported to Mother Earth. Although my life is over, my life was great and my death was glorious. Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: I am a small grass 14

I am a small grass. I grew up on a slope.

There were not many of my family members in that open space, very few. Despite this, I enjoyed every day I was there.

In the morning, the sun rose into the sky, and the eldest Grass Grandpa in the open space woke us up with his hoarse voice: "Children, wake up!". Just like that, my day started. I basked in the sun with everyone; when it rained, my brothers and I hugged each other to keep each other warm and resist the strong wind without being blown down by it. Sometimes, we also observe the changes in the sky together: at first, the sky was blue, and Auntie Yunduo floated leisurely in the wind. Suddenly, Brother Wuyun came, and he pressed large tracts on the sky, scaring Auntie Yunduo away. , Uncle Lightning also appeared, and he roared, as if criticizing Brother Wuyun: Look at you! Aunt Yunduo was frightened! Why don't you go and apologize to others! After watching this scene, we all burst into laughter. After the rain, we watched the rainbow together again to see if the rainbow really has seven colors. Everyone looked around, but only saw five or six kinds. I thought to myself: Huh? Why aren't there seven? I remember one night, it was windy and rainy, everyone was shivering in the cold wind, and we hugged each other tightly. I had a sudden idea and said: "Guys, let's tell a joke together. If it's more lively, maybe it won't be cold." Inspired by me, my brothers and sisters all told stories and jokes one after another, quietly. The open space suddenly became lively. We forgot about the cold and spent the evening happily.

Recently, we have entered the period when the grass is most lush. With the help of Sister Feng, Father Sun, and Aunt Yunduo, we have continued to reproduce, turning the originally bare grass into a green, vibrant and new one. Xiaocao explores the world with a curious heart.

Looking at this green grassland, everyone smiled happily. At this moment, I felt the beauty of the world. Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: I am a small grass 15

I am a small grass, a small grass that no one knows, growing quietly on a lawn...

My life is plain and boring, and few people disturb us. Until one day, two little boys suddenly broke my peaceful life. For some reason, the two little boys were walking on the lawn from the beginning. Stopping and waving my hands, I wanted to tell them, but they ignored me and insisted on trampling on me and my relatives. I am just a grass. Then, I passed out.

"The grass is smiling, let's take a detour." The slogan was so conspicuous, but they turned a blind eye. Their behavior was wrong. After a while, someone came up to stop it, but they still didn't repent, with a look on their faces. He showed a look of disdain.

……

I don’t know how long it took, but I woke up, eh? Where is my arm? Why can't I lift my head? Are all my relatives asleep?

So, I dragged my tired body and shouted loudly to my relatives, "Mom, dad, sister, get up!"

However, there was no sound. , gradually, I almost despaired. What should I do without my parents? What can I do? Lost the protection of parents. Protect. I really don't know what to do.

Whenever I think of that day, I think of my relatives being killed like that? I was really scared and hated those two hateful people.

I really want to say to them: "Stupid humans, you think you are the smartest creatures in the universe, but you don't know that your own cleverness is harming yourself. You think you are smart. , are the masters of nature. But if you don’t know how to protect the environment, your ‘smartness’ will only harm yourselves.”

I may have lumped humans together, but that’s over. Since then, my good impression of people has dropped to zero.

I really just want to say to human beings, "Please protect the environment."

"Without the fragrance of flowers and the height of trees, I am just a wounded grass, always lonely, always Troubles..."