Recall the composition of the sixth grade

Everyone has tried to write a composition in daily study, work or life. Composition is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following are nine compositions I compiled for you to recall the sixth grade, for reference only. Let's have a look.

Recalling the sixth grade composition 1 Memory is an important part of a person's life. Everyone has memories, good memories and bad memories. I also have memories, and this memory is my best memory.

It was on my sixth birthday. That day was the happiest day in my 12 years. I can't forget that day. It has become an eternal memory in my heart. That morning, my mother got up early and I boiled eggs. I am very happy. At noon, my mother cooked me a bowl of delicious noodles. I asked my mother why she ate noodles. My mother told me that eating noodles can prolong life, so this noodle is also called longevity noodles. After listening to my mother, I ate a big bowl of longevity noodles. After lunch, my mother took me to buy many beautiful clothes, some dolls and many delicious foods. When I went home, my mother bought me some meat and a big cake. When I got home, my mother said to me, I'll cook you a big meal tonight. I am very happy. At dinner, my uncle came. He gave me a big bear. This bear is bigger than me. I can use it as my crib. Dad also gave me a gift, and I felt very happy at that time.

When it was time to cut the cake, my mother cut the cake into small pieces. My mother cut the biggest cake for me, ate the sweet cake and took the gifts from my relatives. I am very happy. Mom, dad and uncle also put cream on my face. We put cream on other people's faces, and we are all very happy. In the evening, I took my uncle's gift into my sweet dream.

This memory is deeply rooted in my mind. This memory is my best memory. I think you have good memories, too. Share them with us!

Recall the sixth grade composition II. Only mom's good songs have been handed down in the world, but I think not only mom is good, but also dad.

I heard something in the kitchen early in the morning, either the bowl hitting the chopsticks or the chopsticks falling to the ground. Very annoying. I had no choice but to get up lazily and go to the kitchen to have a look. Go to the kitchen door. I was shocked when I saw it. It wasn't my mom, it was my dad. I rubbed my eyes and looked at my father again. I can't believe it. Father seldom goes into the kitchen 365 days a year. Somehow, he got up so early today to cook. By this time, my father had seen me and said, "Your mother is not at home. Get dressed and get up for dinner. " I hurried back to my room, dressed and packed my things, and came to the table, where my favorite dishes were placed. I wolfed it down. For a moment, I saw my father holding a piece of paper in his hand. I asked, "What's the matter?" Dad said, "Nothing. I accidentally touched it just now and shed some blood. " I looked at my father's hand and remembered that he got up early to cook for me. A stream of heat warmed me.

I still remember that time, when the north wind roared and the snow fluttered in winter, but I still had to go to school. Helpless, I got out of bed. I hear my father coughing all the time. Mother said, "You have a good rest." When my father saw me, he quickly said, "Eat quickly, and I will see you off later." Mother took it and said, "You are ill, let him go by himself!" " "I am very disappointed. After dinner, I took up my schoolbag and went to school. Who knows, dad pushed the car out early in the morning and waited for me at the door. My father saw me coming and said, "Don't worry. "I got on the bus in a hurry. On the way, my father drove very fast, but I didn't feel a little cold. Instead, I felt my father shaking. When I got off the bus at school, I saw my father's face turned purple with cold, his hands kept rubbing and he said in a trembling voice, "Go in quickly! "If you freeze for a while, you will get sick." I thought coldly: You came to see me off when you were ill, and you still care so much about me. Although I stood in the cold snow, I didn't feel a trace of cold. Maybe the warmth melted the ice and snow.

Savor life carefully, and every casual little thing may become our warm memories.

With the passage of time, many past events gradually blurred in my mind. Only one thing, like a pearl embedded in my heart, shines brightly, which makes me feel the affection between teachers and students, the warmth in friendship and the happiness in warmth.

At that time, I was still in the fifth grade, and my teacher was Miss Liu. She has a pair of small eyes. When she smiles, it becomes a crack. Her hair falls off like leaves in early autumn. When the wind blows, you can see her scalp. She is a little fat and short. Even so, she still has a smile on her face every day. He told us jokes after class. So, she is like our family.

Teacher's Day is coming, and all the students want to give their teachers a present. A few days later, on September 10, an exciting day, I arrived at school early. After ten minutes of discussion, we finally came up with a wonderful plan. "The teacher is coming, the teacher is coming." Correspondent "Little Lizi" looked for the teacher's whereabouts through the window and shouted anxiously to everyone. We quickly returned to our seats with lightning speed, and our backs were straight. Suddenly, there was silence in the classroom.

Suddenly, the door creaked open and the teacher came into the classroom with the lesson plan as usual. I didn't seem to notice anything, and I didn't know there would be a surprise.

"Stand up." The monitor broke the tense atmosphere with an extremely loud voice. "Happy Teacher's Day, teacher." We said with one voice. Everything is going so smoothly. The teacher was stunned by this sudden surprise. I am also happy to say, "thank you, your teacher appreciates your kindness." As for your gift, take it back! " ! Keep it for yourselves. The teacher also wishes you a happy day. "After that, I was still laughing.

Sending goose feathers thousands of miles away is light and affectionate. Sometimes what a teacher needs is not those material things, but a heartfelt blessing! Because we know teachers and understand them.

After that, whenever I think about it, I will remember it for a long time, what a strong teacher-student relationship, what a happy holiday and what a wonderful memory!

Every time I see that photo, I seem to see another puppy with blue eyes, a white sweater and a furry tail. It looks lovely. It's my pet-Xiaobai.

I remember when I was four years old, my mother and I went to the pet store to adopt Xiaobai home. At that time, I saw Xiao Bai, not to mention how much I liked him. Whenever my mother buys me snacks, I give some to Xiaobai. In this way, we get to know each other.

Every morning, I get up early in memoirs of a geisha. Once, I said to Xiao Bai, "Xiao Bai, after I comb your hair, let's go running together, ok?" Xiao Bai seems to understand what I mean. It wags its tail, barks and licks my hand with its pink tongue. I picked up a comb and gently combed his hair. Xiaobai also squatted quietly on the ground, enjoying the treatment of my "beauty master" with alacrity. When I finished combing, Xiaobai quickly ran out of the room. I thought Xiao Bai would play with me, but to my surprise, I saw one of my sneakers in Xiao Bai's mouth. It looked at me, put the shoe at my feet, and then brought the other one. I'm a little confused. How does Xiaobai know where my shoes are?

I put on my shoes and ran fast on the path with Xiaobai. Xiaobai followed me all the way, just like a bodyguard, protecting my safety at any time.

I ran so fast that I accidentally sprained my ankle and it hurt badly. Xiaobai saw it, surrounded me, licked my injured foot with his tongue, cried softly, and comforted me like a mother. Since then, my feelings with Xiao Bai have deepened.

In this way, Xiao Bai and I have been together for two years. We are like good friends. No one can live without anyone. ...

But one day, my mother suddenly said to me, "Daughter, my parents are busy with work recently and can't take care of Xiaobai." We must give Xiaobai to Uncle Chen. " When I heard this, it was like being struck by lightning. I anxiously said to my mother, "no, mom, I can take care of Xiaobai. Don't let him go, okay?" At this time, Xiao Bai came slowly, dejected and dejected, as if he already knew the news that his mother was going to send him away. Xiaobai came to my side, rubbed my foot with his head and let me hug him. It looked at its mother, and it could be seen from its sad eyes that it was begging her not to send it away. But my mother has decided to give it to Uncle Chen tomorrow morning.

I slept with Xiao Bai at night. I cried and said to Xiao Bai, "Xiao Bai, don't go, okay?" I won't leave you. "I touched the little white hair and burst into tears.

The day I was most afraid of came. This morning, I hugged Xiaobai for fear that it would leave me. My mother said to me, "Be good, give Xiaobai to my mother, and don't keep Uncle Chen waiting too long." "I don't want it. Xiaobai won't leave me. " Even if I do this, I still can't beat my mother. Finally, Xiao Bai was sent away by her mother, and I cried and chased Xiao Bai who was sent away. ...

A few months later, Xiaobai came back in secret. When I saw it was Xiaobai, I didn't know whether I was happy or uncomfortable. As before, I touched its snow-white hair and felt that Xiaobai was much thinner and her spirit was much worse than before. Suddenly, Xiao Bai fell to the ground with his eyes wide open. I suddenly realized that Xiao Bai had come to say goodbye to me because he wanted to see me one last time.

I picked up Xiaobai and looked at it. Tears fell on Xiao Bai, and I burst into tears.

Although Xiaobai left, it left me many wonderful memories and a unique photo!

A ray of the afterglow of the sunset shone obliquely on the wall, and everything seemed so quiet. The snow-white wall reflects a little reddish, which is really beautiful!

The home was quiet, and the family's heart was held by grandpa's illness, and there was a trace of sadness on their faces.

Suddenly I heard a slight noise in grandpa's room, followed by the sound of putting on shoes and falling to the ground. I rushed into the room. It's grandpa! Grandpa, I haven't got up for weeks. Today, why ... I am puzzled and busy holding grandpa's arm. Just a few steps, I heard grandma make a soft voice. Grandpa moved his steps bit by bit, holding the wall with his hand, and grandma moved her steps with the help of her mother and slowly came to grandpa. I saw a smile on grandpa's face in the weak sunshine, and the wrinkles around his eyes spread to both sides like fishtails, and his steps were faster. Helpless, I leaned forward and almost fell, so I grabbed it. Grandpa broke my hand, held the wall and gasped, and walked on.

Grandma's hair is sparse and her body is trembling. She looked at the old man with tears in her eyes, and her lips trembled slightly. She whispered, "Old man, old man …" The old woman held out her hands vigorously, and the old man held out his weather-beaten hands, still moving.

Closer, closer ... Two hands finally held together, and at this moment, everything fell silent. A thousand words, a lifetime of affection is immersed in this hand. My mother turned her back to wipe her tears, and I was in tears.

In the breeze, the walls reflected by the afterglow of the setting sun are more beautiful. Grandparents just hold hands and let tears flow. A clear song floated in the distance: "All those who hold hands must walk together in the afterlife ..."

Grandpa and grandma stand like two ancient statues. They spent hard years hand in hand, through decades of ups and downs, until they were old.

See the sun, although it is brilliant, although it is near dusk.

Everyone's golden childhood has good memories, and all the ups and downs are indispensable. I also had a wonderful childhood, and the ups and downs of childhood were deeper than anyone else.

I remember when I was a child, once, when I was eating, I held my rice bowl with my head in my hands and tried my best to cook with a spoon. My aunt saw it and said, "Oh, eat quickly."

I had to force myself to eat a few mouthfuls of rice, menstruation coaxed me to say; "Eat quickly, and I'll invite you to McDonald's after eating, okay?" I don't know. My aunt told me it wasn't very good. I just stuffed a few mouthfuls of rice into my mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls and managed to swallow it, alas!

The feeling at that time was really hard. "Aunt, I don't want this bowl. Can I have another bowl? " I told my aunt coquetry. Aunt paused and immediately said, "Good, good!" I saw my aunt pick up my work and go to the kitchen. After a while, he came out and said, "Come on, it's time for dinner."

I said, "Auntie, are you feeding me?" "Yes, yes." Aunt gave me a few mouthfuls, and I said to her, "Aunt, I don't want this bowl!" " "Aunt back to the kitchen, and come out to feed me.

In this way, I went back and forth three times. The fourth time, I quietly went back to the kitchen with my aunt to scare her. Unexpectedly, I saw my aunt put her rice bowl on the table and gave me some rice. She doesn't pour rice at all. She gives me bowls after bowls. Hum! I was really angry! However, after thinking about it, I seem to be wrong!

Childhood memories are really beautiful and ridiculous!

Recalling the composition of the sixth grade, Grandpa 7 has a garden. It is my garden, too. Beautiful, happy and free garden.

Author Xiao Hong took us to visit her grandfather's garden and showed us her innocence, happiness and freedom in childhood. As soon as I entered the garden, I saw a small straw hat behind a big straw hat. The big straw hat did what the small straw hat did, but it was just an indulgence. When grandpa shoveled the ground, Xiaohong kept useless dog tail grass with the "head" of his hoe and shoveled all the grains he usually ate, which made grandpa laugh. There are many things to do in the garden: eat cucumbers and throw them away after eating half. what are you going to do？ Catch dragonflies, dragonflies fly fast and stop halfway. what are you going to do？ Pick a pumpkin flowers, catch a green grasshopper, and shout at the sky with a water ladle: "It's raining! It's raining! "

Who doesn't want to have a childhood like Xiao Hong? You don't need a TV set, you don't need computer games, you can do whatever you want, no one cares about you, and no one blames you. When it comes to gardens, it's about Xiao Hong's grandfather. Grandpa is a kind and gentle person, and more importantly, he loves Xiaohong, so no matter how naughty Xiaohong is, he always laughs with her and gives her a free heart. Surrounded by her grandfather's warm love, her childhood was free, happy and happy. ...

When I was young, I would go back to my hometown every holiday. My hometown is in the countryside. To me, everything is so novel and interesting. Grandparents built a row of low retaining walls in the yard, all covered with sand. Originally I wanted to grow vegetables, which was more convenient. But it soon became our paradise. I shoveled the sand with the chef's shovel and whispered, "Add water, soy sauce, vinegar ..." I put the cooked food in my rice bowl and put it on the table for my grandparents to "taste".

Grandparents laughed from ear to ear at first, then pretended to be eating seriously, and then praised loudly: "Well, it's delicious. I can be a chef in the future! " "I am so confident that I often go to the kitchen to help my grandmother stir-fry the dishes in the pot. My grandmother will also tell my parents: "Today's food is made by Lele! It's delicious ... "Grandma likes to watch us naughty and always answers us. We'll have more fun!

Childhood is so beautiful that people who love you can give you more and more happiness. ...

Recalling the eighth article of the sixth grade composition, flowers bloom and fall, and years are in a hurry. In a blink of an eye, six years of primary school have passed. Before leaving our alma mater, we held a graduation party in Baizhang Waterfall, nanxi river. Before that, when we learned to go to Baizhang Waterfall, we were all very excited and had prepared what we wanted to bring.

I woke up early that morning and couldn't sleep. Excitement pulled me out of my sleep. After six o'clock, we arrived at school. When the bus came, we got on the bus excitedly, talking and laughing all the way, and soon arrived at the destination-Baizhang Waterfall. After getting off the bus, we began to divide into groups: Huang asked us to count to three, one group, two groups ... After dividing into groups, we began to go to school to get the team name, think of slogans and think of team songs. We came up with the "white dove team". Our slogan is: I want to be a white dove and swim in the sky. "Beautiful pigeons, pigeons, I like you, when I was a child ..." We began to sing the team song. After breaking up, the first activity-friendship transfer began. Huang gave us a hula hoop and everyone in the group handed it down hand in hand. After a good hoop, the team that takes the shortest time wins. When the results were announced, although we came last, we had worked hard, and this was our own achievement.

In the afternoon, it's time to test our courage. The steel wire, wooden bridge and net wall hanging in front of us are shocking. When I got to the tower, I began to feel cold all over. At that time, people around me could see that I was afraid of heights, but I didn't want to give up this opportunity because I was afraid of heights. I took the first step carefully, and then the whole chessboard became more and more shaky. I even closed my eyes because I was afraid of heights, but I have decided to accept it and never back down. Listening to the screams of my classmates, my footsteps are getting faster and faster, and the cold sweat on my body makes it difficult for me to hold the steel wire on my head. I went through one level after another, but at the last level, when walking a tightrope, I decided to give up, because I knew I was afraid of heights and couldn't pass this level, but I wouldn't give up when I saw the joy of my classmates' victory. I don't want to see me give up halfway, so I set foot on the last level again. With the encouragement of teachers and classmates, I passed the last level.

No matter what difficulties you encounter, as long as you have confidence and perseverance, no matter how many difficulties you encounter, you will not be defeated.

Good memories are like stars in the sky, arousing people's infinite reverie. Good memories are like fruitful fruits on fruit trees. There is sweet juice in every bite.

Good memories are in people's hearts, in laughter and in Amb Lee.

When I was a child, I had many wonderful memories:

On the cultivated land in spring, you can smell the smell of the soil-it's just plowed soil. Whenever this happens, I like to look for earthworms and put them in my garden.

In summer, I like to wash my feet in the river by the field. The river is so shallow that you can see the shiny scales of small fish when you reach out. I like to put my little feet in and paddle with my little hands. I also like to carry small petals and my dreams with leaves.

In autumn, I like to bake potatoes in the field with Zeming's brother holding torches. Every time I go home, grandma will smile and say, "Just like a little black ghost." Then let's go to the bathroom to wash our faces. We looked at each other and had to laugh.

In winter, it snows heavily, and the yard is covered with a thick layer of snow, like duck down. I like to make a snowman in the yard, make a big snowball, make it look like a snowman, then take out carrots to make his nose, make eyes with stones, make hands with branches, divide three times by five. At that time, I thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world, and nothing could compare with it. Later, I don't know where the snowman went, but I remember that the decorations fell to the ground. For this, I also cried.

When I grow up, I have fond memories of my birthday:

In the fourth grade, my birthday was always lonely. I am the only one. When I was in the fourth grade, I really got to know those people who are closest but most strange on weekdays, and I had a good time in the future.

Well, I'm in the sixth grade. It's time to say goodbye to my alma mater. Of course, before saying goodbye, I have to leave more memories in my alma mater. Don't be sad, only beauty.

There are joys and sorrows in memories, and each one is worth savoring. Personally, I think happiness is the best and sweetest, don't you think?