Sixth grade composition

In ordinary daily life, I believe everyone must have been exposed to sketches. Essays are a popular style in the past, with clever, gentle and ironic language. What essays have you read? The following is my sixth grade composition, I hope it will help you.

Sixth grade composition 1 There are still ten days to leave school. I'm going to the first grade soon. I know there are many courses in grade one, and I will be very busy in the future, but I will work hard. I may have to leave my home and live in a school lawsuit. I have been a spoiled little princess since I was a child. I really don't want to live in the school dormitory. what can I do? I live in the school dormitory in grade one. But I believe that even if I leave my parents, I will still live well. I heard from my sister that the dormitory of senior one is very small. Four people sleep in one dormitory and there are only two bathrooms. I wonder if I can get used to that kind of life in the future. When I grow up, I don't need a new heart from my parents. Dad is still sick in bed, dad has stomach trouble, dad is drunk every night, and dad can't stand up. Mother quit her job, takes care of her father every day, and usually makes a living by doing some manual work. Seeing this, I decided to find a job. I kept it from them. I am young and nobody wants me. I work as a dishwasher in a restaurant. A small and thin job like mine is hard to find, so I cherish this job very much. I go out early and come back late every day. My mother asked me why I go out early and come back late every day. I replied that I went to other people's homes to help their children with their homework, and my mother didn't say much. In the hotel kitchen, the food piled up like a mountain, and I was sweating profusely, but the more I thought about my father's haggard appearance, the more energetic I was.

I hope my father will get better soon.

Sixth grade composition 2 Today is Thursday, the weekly composition festival. As usual, we will do a test paper and then write a composition. But today, the teacher is a little different. He only arranges reading and writing. I am very happy.

Reading the composition of a class makes me feel good! Because I heard a wonderful sentence written by Lu Jianxing, "Time is like a pair of chopsticks, with ups and downs", which was amazing after listening.

But in the second class, as soon as I started writing, Mr. Ji rambled for more than ten minutes. My inspiration was driven away and disappeared.

At this point, there was a fire overhead, and I was trembling with anger. Unexpectedly, at the end of the teacher's words, we were told to put our thumbs back when writing. I pursed my lips and whispered-if you don't back off, you won't back off. Who told you to drive my inspiration away, so that I couldn't write it?

However, I had a brainwave and wrote down my feelings at this time, so that my salty salt was dissolved in water and gradually faded away. Suddenly, my heart calmed down.

Look! Teacher Ji, you! Interrupt my train of thought, let me have no clue.

Listen! Xiao Peiru is drinking water, gently and quietly turning the lid of the cup to make the quiet classroom lively. Although the voice is nice, it is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire for me who is angry. I thought to myself: you don't look at the time when you drink water. When I am angry, you make some noise, hum!

Look! Zhao Dabao also used his skills, saying that I wrote less. Two words are gone. Because I am a strong little girl, I don't want him to see jokes, so I wrote two more paragraphs. Alas! Psychology is working!

This series of things are written because of what I saw with anger.

The setting sun, red and round, is embedded in the low sky The car is running on the road, the wind is warm, and the outside world is full of spring and beautiful.

From a distance, peach blossoms are like clouds, pear blossoms are as white as snow, and pieces of red and white clouds are floating on the hillside, which is like a dream. The wheat in the field has just been watered, and green wheat seedlings can be heard competing for jointing. In the roadside green belt, Haitang blooms with a bright smile, and the national Sophora japonica is light yellow and golden, woven into a brocade and stretched out into the distance. The weeping willows swayed in the wind and gently stroked the brocade. Winter jasmine has put on a carefully woven gold belt for this beautiful season. Pine and Platycladus orientalis stood on both sides of the road seriously, their strong colors dazzled people's eyes, and their hearts became carefree.

By the lake. A lush Yang Shulin, with tender new leaves, was tossed and turned by the wind and danced with unique dance steps. Magpie's home has been covered by this natural screen. Mother Magpie is pregnant with offspring and doesn't want to be disturbed. Walking in the forest, birds are chirping in my ear. Blue waves rippled on the lake, sparkling, and fishing friends sat quietly on the shore, staring at the floats that floated up and down with the waves. Dry reeds, with last year's reed flowers on their heads, are just a little dim in color and have lost their former prosperity. New reeds flourish and give people new vitality. In the distance, a pair of wild ducks are playing and chasing. Suddenly, like shouting a password, the frog chorus came from my ear. This is not a boring noise in summer. This voice sounds gentle, confident, sweet and full of romantic expectations. This is a declaration of love! They are all looking for that harmonious life partner.

Night, slowly arrival, the whole world is wrapped in the night, and only the stars in the sky are naughty. ...

The sixth grade composition 4 "Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong" rang after school, and some students quickly packed their schoolbags and hurried home for dinner. I slowly packed my schoolbag, walked out of the school gate and walked home slowly. I walked at a brisk pace and hummed. Suddenly, a little cat jumped at my feet. I was startled. I saw the cat shaking. Its foot was injured and it was bleeding bright red. I squatted down, touched its head and said, "How did you get hurt? There is still a lot of blood. " It shrank back in fear. I took out a handkerchief from my schoolbag and tied it to its wound. I picked it up and said, "kitten, kitten, don't be afraid." I'll take you to the hospital. " The kitten meowed and seemed to understand.

I went to the pet hospital and saw a doctor. The doctor checked it, then smiled and said, "There is nothing wrong with this cat. The wound will be fine in a few days. " I said happily to the kitten, "kitten, kitten, it's good that you are all right." The doctor pushed his glasses and said, "Is this cat yours? , very cute, what's the name? " I said to the doctor, "no, this cat isn't mine." I took it to the pet hospital only when I saw it was injured. " The doctor pushed his glasses again and said, "Then give it a name quickly!" "I said," Xiao Jian? I hope it is stronger. " "Well, not bad. "There is nothing wrong with my kitten, so I took it home.

Since then, the kitten has become my good partner. We play together and watch the sunrise together. ...

Sixth grade composition 5 boring composition

I haven't come to write an article for a long time. I wander around the internet all day and am a passer-by.

Suddenly come to Yaqu and take the liberty to knock down some boring words. As time goes by, many feelings only happen in a short moment, and the future and digestion are forgotten without a trace.

Looking for reality in the game.

Yes, I lost a lot in reality, such as happiness. I am not a happy person, but I laugh every day. Only I know that my smile is to hide my sadness. I don't like to show my weak side to others. I am just an ordinary person, with happiness and pain. More often, I am intoxicated in pain.

Some friends have birthdays today. I call her "master". She is a very beautiful girl, at least I think so.

She, me. I think she is my master.

I call her the master, because I learned her lament, desperate lament.

I am unhappy.

I haven't written for a long time, but I don't know what I want to write. That's it. Let's finish it.

Sixth grade composition 6 "As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world." This is a familiar song. I didn't know its meaning at first, but in an unforgettable experience, I really understood the true meaning of this song.

After our family moved into the new house, our neighbors became familiar with it. I happened to find that my uncle who lives on the first floor of my house is disabled and it is very inconvenient to go out. Seeing all this, I'm a little worried about him. I thought: When can I help my uncle?

One day, when I came home from school, I happened to see my uncle coming home from work. His wheelchair is not beside the car. Because of his disabled leg, he couldn't get out of the car to get it, so he had to sit in the car and wait for his family to help him push it. Seeing this, I quickly stepped forward and asked, "Uncle, do you need a wheelchair?" My uncle said, "Yes, I like it ..." Before my uncle finished, I ran over and pushed the wheelchair. When my uncle saw the wheelchair coming, he said gratefully, "Little girl, thank you so much!" " "I said," it doesn't matter, this is what I should do. "Then, I hold the wheelchair, let my uncle get off and sit in a wheelchair. I had another brainwave and quickly opened the corridor door so that my uncle could go home smoothly. Before entering the door, I said to my uncle, "Uncle, I will help you push the cart in the future. "Later, I slowly discovered that not only am I concerned about my uncle, but many enthusiastic people upstairs and downstairs, such as Grandma Zhang and Sister Li, are silently helping him. Sister Li often helps her uncle's children with their homework. Grandma Zhang usually cooks delicious food for her uncle. Our neighbors upstairs and downstairs are like family.

People often say that it is happy to give roses to others and help others. In a big family like society and neighborhood, no matter who is in trouble, as long as we can give a little love, then this big family will become a beautiful world! From that moment on, I deeply realized that the world needs truth everywhere, and how beautiful it can be!

In our daily life, as long as we can observe carefully, we can see the true feelings of the world everywhere, clearly see the moving scenes of one party in trouble and support from all directions, and feel that the true feelings of the world are a great force to overcome difficulties.

This afternoon, the sun was shining, and our school burst into warm applause. It turns out that we are going to hold a chorus competition today.

"Students, Class 5 (4) is playing now, and the song they brought us is ... Please conduct the performance." The host's sweet and crisp voice came from the microphone, and then four energetic teams came. The conductor nodded and a beautiful and soothing music sounded. The students' loud voices sounded slowly with the accompaniment. Although it didn't take long for the singing to end, the audience below still had an endless aftertaste and didn't know who started it. There was a burst of warm applause.

"Now, it's Class Five (1), and what they brought is-Grandma's Penghu Bay." On hearing this sentence, the students are ready to play with confidence. The conductor nodded, and the relaxed and cheerful music flowed out like running water. "The evening breeze gently blows white waves in Penghu Bay, chasing beaches without coconut groves. The sunset is just a sea blue sitting on the low wall in front of the door, and there are two and a half footprints on the beach at dusk. " Our cheerful songs are still floating in the air. After singing this song, we took a deep breath and walked down the steps with a sigh of relief. The audience applauded warmly from below.

After performing the program, we sat down and quietly enjoyed the chorus of other classes. Time, so slowly passed.

Today's chorus is really interesting and unforgettable!

I saw an essay about my novel yesterday, and I couldn't help thinking of my indissoluble bond with the novel. That "history" is really a long story

I was only in grade three at that time. The novels I read while playing online games have been out of control ever since. I began to write by myself in the fourth grade, and I was knowledgeable during my school days. I know the description of characters' appearance and personality, and I also know that writing novels requires a pseudonym. My best friend, Ran, saw it and was in high spirits. She founded a novel writing group. Since then, someone in my class has written novels. Several novelists agreed that I wrote the best. At that time, I was complacent. It's really scary to watch now. Maybe that's the case. The fifth grade of Band Four novels looks terrible, but the fifth grade is not as good as the sixth grade in writing. People are always like this. If you want to move forward, you can't go back.

In the fifth grade, I transferred to another school, and I seemed to be lonely again. It was not until the appearance of Xin (abbreviation), Man (abbreviation) and Lan (abbreviation) that my life reappeared. Sometimes Xin will ask me, "How many people read your novel? What is the need for you to insist? " Yes, nobody watches it, but it's my hobby. I also have a dream to be an online writer. Even though this dream is far away, I still insist on writing novels. Over time, my style can be controlled from writing romance to various styles. Male classmate Xuan seems to be interested, too, and writes in an adventurous and passionate style. Later, we created a novel studio, and the number gradually increased from three to more than a dozen. I have a rule not to write novels after school, because my parents don't know about my writing novels. The members of the studio were shocked when they knew it, and they all said, "If we write novels, how happy my parents will be!" I laughed it off, too. I was playing during the summer vacation, and the novel didn't move a word. Suddenly, I had a whim and posted the novel on the Internet. The famous online writer Gu Man, the copyright of a novel has reached six figures! Xia (short for Xia), a senior three girl I met online because of the novel, also encouraged me mischievously: "Write a novel well and have a bright future!"

I started looking for information on various novel websites on the Internet, and finally chose 17K novel website, and uploaded 2267 words of the first chapter. A few days later, I clicked on the work website and found that more than 20 people had seen it, which undoubtedly gave me great encouragement. The second chapter of the start code suddenly lost power and stopped there. A few months later, when I saw the composition I said at the beginning, my heart suddenly ignited a fire. I clicked on the page of the work and it showed "1 10 people have read it". I firmly reopened the second chapter, which had been shelved for a long time, and was full of excitement again.

Now, if Xin asks me this question again, I can directly answer her: "I am not alone."

Am I alone? 1 10 can you answer this number?

The sixth grade composition 9 saw the familiar campus again. The sun is still shining and the sky is still blue. Only the magnolia trees on campus grow tall and flourish. The playground is bustling and full of long-lost laughter.

Walking into the classroom door, the sound of "Lao Jiang" was particularly affectionate. Sound, sound so kind, a familiar atmosphere, I returned to a happy collective! Familiar faces are displayed in front of us: a summer vacation has passed, and Chen Zhuang at the same table is much stronger, looking graceful and lovely; Sha Chen is very cute; Chen Keke, like unearthed bamboo shoots, "jumped up" a little; Fang Hao, or slightly long hair, stands up naturally and looks "cool" ... Everyone says hello to each other, chats, laughs and makes noise, and the old happy atmosphere is back. The two girls next to them chatted cheerfully and asked each other about their summer vacation. Only one person said excitedly, "I went to Beijing this summer, and so did you?" The other party replied with a little disappointment: "Then you are really lucky. I am miserable this year, and my parents are busy with work. " I have to stay at home all day and I can't go anywhere! Hey, I really envy you. As soon as the voice fell, I heard the students in front twittering: "I traveled to Xiamen this year, and Gulangyu underwater world was fun ..." "I was in pain, and I didn't do well in the exam, and I didn't have time to study at home ..." Hehe, it seems that the topic of "playing" is quite new.

Just thinking about it, I saw several male students in front of me probe around to observe the movement. Soon they lowered their heads, picked up pens and wrote something quickly in the notebook. A class cadre happened to pass by a boy and suddenly asked, "What are you doing? Mysterious? " The boy suddenly looked up and found that he was not a teacher. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled cheekily and replied, "Nothing, nothing, just a little problem with his homework." After that, he started his own "work". I thought that I could escape the teacher's "eyes" by "grinding my gun at the last minute". But "the fox's tail will always be exposed", which is not true. The head teacher asked him to check his homework as soon as he arrived. Those students had to hide from the teacher's eyes and scribble on the exercise books, barely getting by. Haha, the problem of "homework quality" is still very serious.

Inadvertently looked up and caught a glimpse of a brand-new big color TV in the corner. Oh! There is a projector hanging on it. Yes, yes, now that the conditions are good, the equipment in the classroom has been "transformed", and the new semester is really different! When I was overjoyed, I looked at the three seats coming out of three desks, and I couldn't help but feel a yearning. After five years of classmates, they finally separated. I really don't know when we can meet again. Looking down at the new book, we can see the previous scene: we have classes together, do homework together, review together and take exams together. Today, however, there are three people missing from this group. Do you live and study well with your parents who work far away?

School begins, the birds are still ringing outside the window, the footsteps of the wind are still soft, and the campus is still happy!

Sixth grade composition 10 I, a child who likes reading comics. I, a person who loves comics. I have been in love with comics since the fourth grade. At that time, I saw Yang Zhenyu in our class returning Peng Siwei's comic guest, so I began to itch, thinking: Alas, I have been reading comics for a long time, and I really want to see what kind of comics are inside. ...

I can't take it anymore. I jumped on Peng Siwei's face and hit this "baby". I said weakly, "Brother pengpeng, lend me a look at Meow." Peng Siwei said: "No!" I am still asking, but! This bad guy just won't lend it to me. I suddenly got angry! He grabbed his collar and said coldly, "borrow it or not!" " ! ""borrow! I borrowed it! I can't borrow it! " Peng Siwei loudly begged for mercy! Ah, ha, ha, ha ~ I strode back to my seat with my head held high and my face was full of spring. I peeked at Pumbaa Pig (Peng Siwei's nickname) with my eyes on the sidelines. Well, he cried in the corner and drew circles! I always insisted on not reading comic books in class, and suddenly I felt that the class time was so long ... I finally made it to school.

I ran home and threw myself on the bed. I was so tired. I rested for 3 seconds and did it right away. Why? That's bullshit！ Reading comics, of course! I opened this gorgeous book excitedly and was fascinated at once. I saw the silly Ryukyu star and fell in love with the funny Han Tao. I went to Shuai Shuai in February and fell in love with the cool Cang Yue ... 1 hour later, I heard my mother say 240 times: "upstairs, stop giggling! It's too noisy "But I can't help laughing when I see funny places. Because I don't have enough pocket money, I save money every day, just for the gorgeous cartoon guests on Monday ~ no need to eat, drink or play computer, but I, right, one, decide, no, can, take, no, watch, draw, right! Because comics let me know more friends! Hee hee, I am such a child who loves comics.

What did ancient people do when they were in a bad mood? Li Bai, also known as Brewmaster, why does he drink? Because there is a poem that says: it is more worrying to raise a glass to eliminate sorrow. I think Li Bai gave the poem to Wang Lun because they didn't know each other for a long time, but they had a deep friendship. There is a saying: the ancient road is thin and thin, the sun sets, and the heartbroken people are on earth. These heroic words, maybe that person is lonely. But loneliness is also a kind of bitterness. On the road of life, flowers bloom and fall several times, and flowers bloom again. Anyone here? People will never come again after their youth. Although Lin Daiyu is really beautiful, she often cries for falling flowers. He should know that flowers sometimes reopen. I think everyone has different feelings in their hearts. When you do things with your temper, you will often be dissatisfied with others, but the great Dante said, "Go your own way and let others talk." Yeah, why care what others say? Just be happy. They don't understand you because everyone's experience is different. "There is often a long whistle on the plateau, which is hidden, the empty valley spreads, and the sorrow turns leisurely." This means sadness.

As the saying goes, "Advice when unpleasant is good for action, and good medicine when bitter tastes good for illness". If you can only listen to praise, then this person is a bit vulgar. A true friend is not sweet talk, but points out the advantages and disadvantages. That's right. There are many friends, but there must be a dividing line in your heart to know who is sincere and who is hypocritical. This is a wise choice.

"Shocked by the east, the waves are exhausted, and the romantic figures of the ages still look at the present." Although the ancients were wise, modern science and technology were more developed. We should make good use of all resources and don't waste them. Similarly, don't deceive others, let alone our feelings. Otherwise, it will be a torture to each other. ...

Sixth grade composition 12 Today is 20xx 65438+ 10/27, which is also the 30th day of the Lunar New Year and my grandmother's birthday. Here, I hope that our whole family will be healthy and happy, grandma's birthday will be happy, grandparents, parents and aunts will be happy, mom will give me a little brother as soon as possible, and aunt will find a handsome prince charming! I also hope that I can learn more and master more knowledge!

Time flies, 20xx has quietly left us, and the more promising 20xx is calling us for the New Year. Let's cheer happily, let firecrackers ring, gongs and drums ring, songs and laughter come together!

Love life, love life, love 20xx!

Sixth grade composition 13 Today, our family cleaned together. I said to my mother; Can I help you? Mother said to me; All right. After that, my mother told me to go upstairs and tidy up the room, and I'll tidy up the room right away. My room is really a bit messy. I moved all the books out, the extra-curricular books were placed on the upper floor, and the books I didn't read were placed below. When I was so tired and sweaty, my mother came to see me and praised me for growing up. Great! After listening to my mother's words, I was elated.

The sixth grade composition 14 night's wine glass was broken and black spilled all over the floor.

It seems that all life ends at this moment, making people lonely in silence.

It is night again.

Dream moment, intoxicating wine. The light has been torn by leaves and mercilessly sprinkled on the street. People in the past complained about the suffocating air while walking.

The night tells me what enjoyment in silence is.

I leaned against the window and looked at the neon lights in the distance, the endless traffic coming and going, and the endless black sky dotted with stars. Explode everything at night. It seems that I want people to miss it, and I would rather have no morning sunshine. That is a kind of scenery that can't last forever, and it can only be preserved.

But people are alive, and life will always wither, leaving the world with only withered trunks or immortal souls.

Gu Cheng said, "The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light."

I can't find my own light because I don't know what it is. Maybe it is the gate of the university, or any of the other 359 lines. This is a mystery covered with thick gauze. How long life is, there will be many layers of gauze. The moment the last layer of gauze is uncovered, another star will appear in the sky. A dim star that can be appreciated by dreamers.

Life will be shortened when night comes again. Tomorrow will be the repetition of yesterday, and today will be the memory of tomorrow. Everyone goes on with his life day after day and year after year. However, the same form, but attached to a different fate and mood. I am waiting, waiting for any unexpected miracle. Life is consumed in the pace of time.

It's hard to avoid being sad when you leave a friend you've known for three years. I can't be together all my life, but I have to cry with tears, "I don't want to leave"-a helpless cry. Facing the reality, there is nothing we can do.

Black, spilled all over the floor, also spilled in my heart. ...

The sixth grade composition 15 time flies like water. In a blink of an eye, I was in the sixth grade and became a graduating class student. In the sixth grade, I was busy and full every day, and my mood was like knocking over a five-flavor bottle-sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, and all kinds of flavors came to my mind.

Let's talk about the happy things first! In the sixth grade, I was assigned to a new class and met three conscientious teachers. In class, they give everything and teach us a lot of knowledge; After class, they also took time to make up lessons for us and explain the problems. I also made a few good friends with similar interests. In study, we make progress with each other. After class, we chat and have fun together. I am lucky to meet these mentors and friends, which makes my life full of sunshine.

In the sixth grade, besides joy, there are also many sorrows. My parents and teachers have high expectations of me. As soon as my relatives and friends saw me, they said: Han Xiao, your grades are so good that it is a piece of cake to be admitted to a key middle school! After listening to these words, I am really stressed! Because, in the sixth grade, my math and English scores were not bad, but my Chinese scores were like a slide-they plummeted, and I got 70% to 80% in several exams, while in the fifth grade, my Chinese scores were above 90%. Looking at the dazzling red cross on the test paper, my heart ached and tears swirled in my eyes. It turns out that my extracurricular knowledge is very weak and I don't know anything about all kinds of extracurricular knowledge on the test paper. Secondly, my writing ability needs to be improved. In the following days, I must suit the remedy to the case, read more books, practice writing more, improve my writing ability and accumulate extracurricular knowledge. I hope my Chinese score can be improved.

The sixth grade is a crucial year in primary school life, and it is also a turning point in our lives. I will study hard and persevere! I believe that success will definitely wave to me ahead!