The composition of a sixth-grade writer

In our daily life, we often see the figure of composition. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. So, how to write a composition? The following is the composition of the sixth-grade writer I compiled for you, for reference only. Let's have a look.

Sixth grade writer's composition 1 "learn from spring silkworms and keep spinning, making candles to light the way." For thousands of years, many people compared teachers to spring silkworms and candles. In her painstaking efforts and selfless dedication, how many flowers of the motherland have become the pillars of Kyushu Huaxia! Who knows how much sweat and tears it contains? Perhaps the teacher's white hair and wrinkles are the best witness.

Teachers are disseminators of human civilization. On the one hand, teachers supervise our study, on the other hand, they teach us the truth of being a man. But the people in our class always make the teacher angry and make the teacher the first two. In today's political class, the teacher asked us several simple questions: How many hours does the teacher usually work a day? . . What tasks do teachers usually accomplish in a day? ..... Few students in the class can answer these simple questions. Teachers don't go to class all day, just play. In fact, teachers are working 24 hours a day. Besides attending classes, I spend a little time playing computer games. One day, I have to deal with what happened in class every day and have a group meeting. I have to prepare lessons or correct homework for the rest of the time. If a parent calls the teacher after school and says that the child hasn't come home yet, the teacher can't say that it will be dealt with tomorrow, but will go to the classroom or even go to school after work.

The teacher silently dedicated himself to every student and worked hard. And some "stubborn" are disobedient. Although the teacher will be angry, he will still consider his future. Teachers play an irreplaceable role in our growth.

At this time, I really want to say loudly to my classmates: when we embrace success and enjoy joy, don't forget that teachers have paid youth and sweat. We have no reason not to be grateful to teachers. Finally, let's say sincerely: "Thank you!"

Sixth grade writer composition 2! This man, with excellent academic performance and excellent composition, is also our good monitor. Everyone should call her "Nogo" politely.

Her eyes are big and bright, like a brown glass ball and her mouth is like a cherry. She smiles like a finished moon, and her beautiful black hair naturally hangs over her shoulders. Tall man.

I remember that time, in Chinese class. The serious Chinese teacher assigned us a composition to describe the characteristics of the characters. I saw the monitor open the composition book, pick up the pen and start writing. "Oh my God! How did she thank you so quickly? No wonder the monitor usually writes the composition so fast. But I can't even write an ordinary beginning now. " Just as I was preparing some middle parts, the bell rang loudly. I speed up at once. When I heard Nogo put down his pen, I realized that Nogo had finished his composition and was busy checking it carefully. The teacher shouted that the class was over and the students quickly left their seats. Are they eager to play games outside the classroom? No, they came to the monitor's seat and asked her about the composition. He always tells them without thinking.

The next day, the composition in the teacher's hand was divided into stacks for later use. As soon as the students see the composition book, they will automatically and consciously take out the red pen and copy the original text on the desktop. Sure enough, the teacher should evaluate the composition from poor to good: "I want to criticize some students' compositions for not being good enough and their handwriting is ugly ... Next, I want to praise the monitor's composition for its beautiful handwriting and useful descriptions of language, movements and demeanor." Let the monitor read his own book "That Year, Pinellia Blossoms". "

Sixth-grade writer composition 3 The scorching sun "hangs" in the cloudless sky of Wan Li. The scorching sun shone on the pavilion in the park. The cicada screamed in despair on the green tree. What are some grandfathers doing around the pavilion? "General!" It turns out that one of the two people is my grandfather.

My grandfather is a bit stubborn, and he often "makes trouble" with his grandmother at home. He said that all the words he knew were taught by himself when he was a child, and he learned a lot of words, which was really amazing. So he likes watching the news and often comments on the news with me. However, what he is best at is playing chess. He is the best in our community and no one can beat him. However, this is a bit exaggerated, and it is inevitable to lose occasionally.

Grandpa likes playing chess very much. Play chess for three or four hours a day. After breakfast in the morning, I put down my work and went straight to the "chess front". After going home for dinner at noon, I went to play in the afternoon. It was not until five o'clock in the afternoon that the "team returned to camp". Really tired!

On holidays, grandpa and I are often at home. I occasionally play a game or two of chess with him, and I often lose-this is not surprising. When I don't want to play, I let grandpa play chess with the computer, and often grandpa loses-this is not surprising, because it is not easy for the human brain to surpass the chip.

In fact, grandpa's playing chess in the park and at home is just "practicing his hands" and "fighting a small battle". The real "battle" was launched in the chess competition of China, a veteran cadre, held by the State Building Materials Bureau. For this "battle", he spent a lot of time at home studying the tricks of playing chess. Finally, he finally won the first prize.

Now, grandpa has returned to his hometown. I think he may be playing chess with his chess friends in his hometown now.

I don't know how many teachers I have taught since kindergarten, but what impressed me most is Mr. Zhou, who has been teaching me since the fourth grade.

I remember it was a very hot day. Go to the canteen for lunch with some classmates at noon. However, as soon as I got to the canteen, I smelled a musty smell. We began to eat, and even the rice smelled musty. We quickly threw away the rice. At this time, we seem to feel the musty smell getting stronger and stronger. We suffocated, ran out of the door and kept coughing. At this moment, Miss Zhou came over and said, "What's the matter with you? I passed by and saw you coughing. " We took a deep breath and said, "The rice is moldy and can't be eaten. We can't stand the musty smell. " "oh! I see. Here is the money. Go and buy a loaf of bread! " Say, put the money into my hand. "Thank you!" We take money to buy bread. We bought bread. After eating, we opened the window and blew away the musty smell. Then, we began to do our homework.

After a while, we were busy with our homework and our stomachs were already protesting. Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded: "You must not be full! These things are for you to eat. " I looked up, and it turned out to be Mr. Zhou, with a big bag of steamed bread and steamed buns in his hand. Teacher Zhou put steamed bread and steamed buns on the table and told him, "Eat quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold." He left in a hurry before we could say thank you.

I watched Mr. Zhou's forehead soaked with sweat, his clothes soaked with sweat, and his back hurried. We were deeply moved.

Now, our primary school life is coming to an end, but teacher Zhou's concern and love for us will always warm us and inspire us.

The sixth grade writer's composition 5 didn't give me a formal class on the three-foot platform, but it was the most unforgettable teacher in my life. I stumbled in my grandfather's expectant eyes.

I can't forget that when my grandfather taught me to write my name before I entered school, I used chalk to write my name all over the pillars, walls, doors and windows of the campus. My grandfather looked at the chalk dust on my hand with approval in his eyes.

I can't expect grandpa to touch my head every time I go to class in the countryside. Looking at grandpa's caring eyes, I always stubbornly wait for grandpa to come back at the school gate, and there is a cry from the teacher who grandpa entrusted to look after me on campus.

I can't forget that after dinner every day, grandpa always took out a brick-thick book and began to read it, sometimes around it, which made me curious when I was a child, and I was also very good at doing homework opposite my grandfather. Occasionally, grandpa will look up at me, and his eyes are full of concern.

I can't forget my fascination with novels. I hide them under my textbooks. Grandpa's clever eyes have already found that the dim light in the bed is particularly bright in the dark, and the bulging book "bag" at the waist can't escape Grandpa's eyes. The hole in the screen window at home is getting bigger and bigger, but grandpa didn't mend it. Every time I finish my book addiction on campus and plug the novel back from the hole in the screen, it seems that I have captured my grandfather's figure out of the corner of my eye. When I got home, I found it.

My poor math frustrated my parents, but I was in a good mood all day. Grandpa always does a lot of exercises for me. After piles of manuscript paper were used up, I began to like mathematics, and there was a smile in his eyes.

I also lied to my grandfather that the two dollars I secretly took from home were given by my aunt. I didn't dare to look at grandpa's angry eyes at that time. My flustered eyes can't escape grandpa's eyes.

When I was in my hometown, my good friend was Zhang Xiaohu. He is seven years old this year. He is fair-skinned, thin and has two dimples when he smiles. He's cute.

In spring, in the park, the roads are covered with golden winter jasmine. He always likes to pick the long branches of the winter jasmine and weave beautiful garlands for me to wear on my head.

In summer, he often takes me to the backyard to catch crabs. One sunny day, he took me to the backyard to catch crabs. Because I accidentally caught my hand in its big clip last time, I dare not catch it this time. He already knows that I dare not catch crabs and want to raise crabs, so when catching crabs, he always catches more for me to raise.

In autumn, the post-dean is full of dandelions. We often pick dandelions. You blow, I blow, look at the little velvet flowers flying all over the sky, see who blows farther, and we have fun!

It snows like goose feathers in winter, and there are many small snowflakes on the house, trees and ground. We asked mom and dad to come out and make a snowman together. We sang, danced and had snowball fights. How happy we are!

He was kind to me, too. Every time there is something delicious, he asks his mother to buy two copies, one for himself and one for me. He often invites me to his house to play!

I haven't returned to my hometown for a long time. I really miss my good friend!

Sixth grade writer composition 7 Look! In Lanzhou, a hotel full of colors and lights, there is a sunny girl wearing a birthday crown, a pink coat and a sling. Today is her birthday, and she smiles brightly, as if she had no worries or worries. There are adults and children around, singing: Happy birthday, Happy birthday, Happy birthday, Happy birthday.

In the second book of senior one, I met her, a sunny and carefree girl. At that time, I looked at her eyes that day, her glib face and her children's thoughts, thinking: How many innocent and kind children can there be now!

Once, it was my birthday, because I never had a decent birthday, so I didn't expect anyone to accompany me. But only one person, only her, came to me and said, "Zhang Yao, today is your birthday! I want to go to your home for my birthday. " I was very happy to hear that and thought, Great. Finally, someone is willing to accompany me on my birthday, but I hesitate to say, "I'm sorry!" You can only eat instant noodles when you go to my house, and there is nothing to entertain you. However, I appreciate your intentions. " As a result, she said something that surprised me. She said, "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what we eat, as long as we two sisters have fun together, whether we eat or not. " I don't care, I must make you happy. "My heart is like a flood, holding her and crying.

Yes! There are not many people who are so helpful, naive and kind. I will cherish this friend, this sister and this angel. She is Yu Fei.

My sister, very cute, loves to cry and is a little greedy.

She has a pair of big clear eyes, as if she can see how blue the sky is and how white the clouds are. Her nose is slightly flat and her mouth is a little thin. I heard that people with thin lips can hurt people, but on the contrary, what she said is like cotton candy, soft and sweet. The most special thing is her big earlobe, which is not as big as my thumb, just like a kind earlobe. I often hear that people with big earlobes are blessed, which often reminds me of the scene where she shows off in front of me all day. How cute!

However, although she is so cute, she is also good at crying!

I still remember one morning, when I was still immersed in a sweet dream, my sister suddenly burst into tears and woke me up like thunder. I asked absently, "What's the matter ...? "I saw my sister's grievance and said," Grandma ... Grandma ... is gone ... whoops ... "I said in distress situation," Grandma has gone to other places and will be back soon. Stop crying. " Unexpectedly, my sister not only ignored me, but cried louder, which was very troublesome. I can't sleep even if I want to. I had to rack my brains to coax her, but it was no use seeing the roof falling over.

At this time, I am hungry and want to eat something. Suddenly, the word "eat" popped up in my mind. I asked my sister, "Why don't we buy something to eat?" She immediately "cloudy and sunny" and immediately put away her tears and nose and said "good!" . In order to stop my sister from crying, I had to reluctantly take out my pocket money. After shopping, I said to her, "You are really a snack. Stop crying, do you hear? " She just smiled and agreed.

Sister is really a strange and lovely elf!

Sixth grade writer's composition 9 Look! A man walked towards us with light steps, huh? who is it? I took a closer look, and it turned out to be "Jelly" teacher! Do you know why we call him Mr. Jelly? Because of his special name, we all call him Mr. Jelly.

"Jelly" teacher's little eyes looked at us. Her round face is like a bright moon with a small cherry mouth. Teacher Jelly's belly is chubby, like a big round watermelon, and he is not very tall. Once, when we were playing outside, our teacher "Jelly" came up to us and said. "Why don't you go back to the dormitory to rest? It's so hot at noon, don't be a crow! Go back to the dormitory! " Then the jelly teacher sent us two more pieces of candy. We were so happy that we listened to the teacher and went back to the dormitory at once.

Today, we watched teacher Jelly catch butterflies together. The jelly teacher pursed her mouth, bowed her waist and approached it step by step. Approaching, approaching, I saw him quietly reach out his right hand to the butterfly, and his open fingers closed and caught the wings of the pink butterfly. "Jelly" teacher jumped and jumped with joy.

Today is Friday, and we will leave Mr. Jelly soon. When we left, Mr. Jerry was reluctant to go. He can't bear the happy and wonderful time we spent with him, but we still have to leave after all. A person's most vulnerable place is reluctance. I can't bear a friendship that is no longer wonderful, a vanity and applause. We always think that the best days will be long and we don't have to leave so soon. Just when we were soft-hearted and lacked courage, the happiest days passed mercilessly.

Grade 6: Zhao Wanxin

Friendship is spring rain, sunshine and wine, which makes me feel happy, warm and intoxicated.

Mengyao is my good training. We often go to school hand in hand and shoulder to shoulder. We often talk and laugh together and get that enviable look.

Once we left school together, talking and laughing while walking. Dad asked me to buy him a newspaper when I got home. So he gave me 50 yuan money to buy it. I found Meng Yao and bought a copy together. When I came back, I gave the newspaper and the rest of the money to my father. Chatting with Meng Yao again. Dad looked at the money and his face suddenly changed. Some doubts asked me: "Titan Sports can only spend 5 yuan. How could he only find 35 yuan, that ten yuan? " I know I lost 10 yuan, and I was too scared to speak. At this moment, Meng Yao spoke: "It's like this. My pen is broken. Just now, I lent it to her 10 yuan and bought a pen. I will return it to her tomorrow. " Dad's face changed back at this time: "As long as it's not lost, I'm afraid you'll lose money." With that, he went to read the newspaper.

I took Meng Yao aside and secretly asked, "I lost my money, and my father will still know tomorrow. What should I do? " Meng Yao said, "Don't worry, I still have some pocket money, a dozen dollars. You give me 10 yuan first, and he won't hit you. " "How can I use the money? What should I do? " I said.

Meng Yao said, "Nothing, we are good friends. I should help you when you are in trouble. " I think it's good to have a good friend in my heart, who can help you through the difficulties when you are in trouble.

Friendship is the most precious thing in the world and money can't buy it. Friendship is an old wine. The longer it lasts, the stronger its fragrance will be.

Sixth grade writer's composition 1 1 My mother may not have as high cultural knowledge as you, and she may not find all the beauty in her, but I still like such a mother. Occasionally bicker with me like a child; Occasionally I will be arrogant with my father; Occasionally, I will bargain with my father and me for a little thing; Occasionally, she will hit me and scold me, but I know she is doing me good.

Occasionally, when I come home from school, she will open the door and wait for me at the door, gently saying, "Huici, you are back!" " "When I have a cold and cough, she will say," Huici, I'll buy you a bottle of cold medicine later! " "When she goes out for a barbecue at night, she will also bring a few strings back for me to eat. After quarreling with me, she ignored my crying, and at that time she would burn oil on the fire and say, "I'll kill you if I cry!" " "But a few minutes later, she started talking to me again. She is just a knife and a heart.

My mother is strong. I have hardly seen her cry. She cried once the year before last. I still remember her: my mother looked up at the sky as if remembering. She said that she had a hard childhood, so I became an audience seriously: she/kloc-went out to work at the age of 0/5. She has no ID card, no money and no job. All the factories she entered were brought in by others, and the identity cards were also issued by others. My mother and I were in tears. Yes, we are not satisfied with how hard their life is and how good our living conditions are. My mother works hard to earn money for me to have a beautiful family. . . . . .

I think my mother is the best, the best; I love you most!

There are many beautiful things around us, such as colorful flowers in spring, gorgeous sunshine in summer, maple leaves like fire in autumn and snow like sugar in winter. Everything is beautiful, but it is superficial and temporary. The most beautiful thing is the beauty of the soul. It is an invisible beauty, an invisible beauty, a beauty that will last forever, and a beauty that is not afraid of time. As long as you find it with your heart, you will find this beauty.

Once, I was going to the playground, so I rushed to the station early in the morning and waited for the bus to arrive. Who knows, there are too many buses on this road! Relying on my own strength, I finally got a seat by the window, and my heart was full of joy. The car finally started, and it was rickety. An old man's legs and feet are inconvenient, and he is struggling to grasp the handle. It seems that he may fall down at any moment, but no one gives him his seat. At this time, I thought: I will not let go. How can I hand over the position I managed to grab to someone else? Suddenly, a clear child's voice came to my ear and said, "Grandpa, I'll give you my seat!" " "Looking around at any time, a little girl pointed to her father's leg and said, suddenly, the sultry heat in the car seems to be gone, only shocking laughter. The little girl blushed with laughter and said aggrieved, "What are you laughing at? "The teacher said that helping others is the spirit of Lei Feng, and we should learn from Lei Feng. Isn't it? " The car suddenly became silent. After a few seconds of silence, the people in the car gave their seats to the sick and disabled. I couldn't help blushing and left my seat silently.

The little girl's spirit of helping others, although a joke, inspired everyone in the car. From here, we can see a kind of beauty-spiritual beauty, which we need to learn.

The greatest power in the world is maternal love. Losing maternal love is like grass losing sunshine, fish losing water and flowers losing color. It has been 20xx years since my mother brought me into this happy world. Since I was sensible, I have always wanted to say to my mother, "Thank you, Mom."

The sun shines on the earth with its light, and my mother cares for my happy growth with her love. Once, I took the first unit exam. I was very nervous that day because it was the first exam in grade four. When the exam results came out, I got more than 80 points. I want to go home, and my mother will scold me again. Unexpectedly, my mother only said to me, "son, this is the first exam." It doesn't matter. I hope I can do better in the next exam. " But next time, I still got more than 80, but I improved a few points. My mother said, "Never mind, didn't you do better than last time!" " "Later, my grades gradually improved and I got 90 points. When I went back, my mother said, "Look, didn't you do better in this exam? "!

When I have troubles, you will help me solve them; When I am in pain, you help me share the pain. There is nothing greater than maternal love in the world. "I just want to say a word to you here, that is,' thank you, my good mother'! I hope I can help you when you are in trouble and pain.

Sixth grade writer's composition 14 "Time, time is slow, I won't let you get old. I would like to trade my life for your long-lived and strong father. What can I do for you?" Treat it with negligible care. " Whenever the melody of this song rings, I can always think of someone who has given me great encouragement in my life. He is my father. I love my father. I love him more than anyone.

Time is a sharp knife, which makes my father old, but I just found out that my father is getting old slowly.

That time, that night, I will always remember that I was doing my homework and my father was beside me. Probably because I was so tired, he fell asleep in my chair. When I finished my homework, I didn't notice that I was very happy. I wanted to treat my father well, but when I picked up the crayon, I saw my father still frowning in his sleep. I dropped my brush with a quiver in my hand. When I looked closely, my father's face was wrinkled and white liquid flowed out of his eyes, one by two. I really want to say to my father, dad, you have paid too much for this family without asking for anything in return. Dad, I will study hard and live up to your expectations. I love you.

Dad, I don't want to grow up, because then you won't be old I know that companionship is the longest confession.

Dad, I have no regrets about having you in this youth.

Sixth grade: Mei Yu

I have a lively and lovely little brother, who is four years old this year. His name is Shen Xiaoyang, and everyone calls him "Yang Yang".

Yang Yang has a chubby little face, and under her curved eyebrows, there are a pair of watery big eyes. Small nose, red lips and snow-white skin are even more lovable. Speaking of Yang Yang's favorite, there are two things, and everything is his "lifeblood"!

Yang Yang likes to eat fat meat. This summer vacation, menstruation brought him to live in our house for a few days, and his habit of eating fat showed us "incisively and vividly"! "It's time to eat-"only heard dad shout, and Yang Yang immediately stopped his "work" and ran to the table, shouting "Fat" in his mouth. At first, he was quite good, but after a while, he began to sit still: standing on a stool, shouting "fat", and then his aunt wanted to give him a piece of fat and let him be quiet for a while. However, the good times did not last long. As soon as Yang Yang finished eating meat, he changed back to his old style and shouted, "Yang Yang wants more!" " If this is not what he wants, Yang Yang will "gnash his teeth" and stop eating. The helpless aunt had to put the fat one by one into Yang Yang's bowl. However, his love of fat meat is also a big weakness! When he is naughty, we don't scold him or hit him. We just say to him, "You are not naughty, we won't give you meat today!" " "Hear, Yang Yang will listen to you!

Yang Yang likes cars. In the neighborhood, whenever he sees a car, he will definitely stop, look at the car and shout "car". Even when he was reading, he saw a car!

How's it going? After listening to my introduction, do you think it is cute?