Model essay on Chinese composition in the second volume of the sixth grade of People's Education Edition

There are many firsts in life, such as taking the bus for the first time, watching a movie for the first time, cooking for the first time, playing games for the first time, doing handicrafts for the first time, getting injured for the first time ... I have also had many firsts, but among many firsts, there is one that I can't forget for a long time and always haunt my heart. ...

It was a weekend in senior two and senior three. After dinner, my mother had to go to the office to work overtime, so I went with her. Surfing the Internet in my mother's office, playing games for a while, feeling that there is nothing interesting to do, I can't help but want to go home. But the thought of fighting the "monster" on my way home immediately shattered my long-cherished wish. I just looked at the flashing computer screen and struggled in my heart. A voice said, "Go home! Go back! " Another voice shouted, "Why do you want to go back? Isn't it good to stay here? " The first voice rang again, louder than before: "Go back! This will not only accomplish what you want to do, but also exercise your courage! " Another voice trembled: "Don't go back …" The noise made me upset. My mother read my mind and said with a smile, "I can't wait, go back first!" " "I quickly shook my head, and my mother frowned:" How dare you? Then you have to wait another hour or two, and then come back with me. "I always love face, and naturally I can't stand my mother's ridicule:" Go … go! " "

Walking out of the office building, the wind is like a sharp blade, which hurts my face. Looking at the dark road, I feel guilty again. I crept into the darkness and walked trembling. Suddenly, a light flashed behind me and hit the opposite tree, reflecting the swaying branches on the tree. I thought it was some monster, so I stepped forward quickly. But I always feel that the "monster" in the tree behind me is staring at me and doesn't care about my image at all. I ran away and didn't stop breathing until I proved that the monster couldn't see me. I looked around and it was gloomy, and I couldn't help thinking of the ghost stories told by my classmates. My ears scream like a wild animal, and my legs are shaking, making it difficult to take a step.

Walking slowly, I came to a street lamp and suddenly saw a figure following me behind me. An idea flashed through my mind. Is that man following me? Without hesitation, I got into the darkness again and walked gently in the direction where I just found the shadow. Why did that man disappear? I turned around and suddenly found the man behind me, but it didn't look like it when I looked closely. I stared at him for a long time before I recognized his true face-my shadow, and I became suspicious again. Besides, how can there be ghosts in the world? I calmed my pounding heart, strode onto the road and went home soon. Hardly had I entered the room when my mother's phone came. Hearing my voice, my mother was obviously relieved: "Did you get home smoothly? I thought my baby son was eaten by a monster! " Hearing this, I couldn't help but give a wry smile.

Although the first experience is thrilling and frightening, it is also a good way to temper your strong will. I will never forget this matter, because it cultivated my autonomy and honed my will. Dare to try a meaningful first time, it will make your life more colorful!

First cooking

One day after school at noon, the scorching sun was in the sky, and the burning sun made me gasp. When the road team reached the cross street, I rushed home in one breath. As soon as I entered the room, I found my parents were not at home. Hey! The world is really strange: the sun plays with me, God plays with me, I am tired, hungry and thirsty, and my parents are not at home, so I have to learn to cook by myself.

I took out a can of beans from the refrigerator and pinched them one by one. In a short time, it was finished. After cleaning, they began to fry. I poured some oil first, and when it started to smoke, I poured a lot of jar beans into the pot. Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the pot. I thought the gas stove was going to explode and ran to the living room like ants on hot bricks. After a while, the noise disappeared. I walked carefully to the kitchen, staring at the gas stove, ready to go out. I went into the kitchen and found that there was no movement, so I quickly fanned the fire. After a while, I smelled a burning smell. On closer inspection, it turns out that the water is fried dry, but it seems that some beans are missing. It turned out that the beans were accidentally fried outside the pot when cooking. I immediately picked up the beans, washed them and put them in the pot, and then poured a lot of floating water into the pot to continue stirring. After a while, I tasted one, which was a little mushy, tasteless and soft. I know it's time to put salt, but I spilled a lot of monosodium glutamate as salt. Then stir fry. I was careful not to spill any this time. Stir-fry for a while and put some salt as monosodium glutamate. Finally, I fired a few times. In this way, my food is ready.

I tasted my cooking, and it was really uncomfortable, because I had been pinching beans for too long. Taste is unique in the world: some are too salty to swallow, some are as bitter as coffee, and some are tasteless. I just took a few bites and I felt like vomiting.

Looking at my masterpiece, I shook my head discontentedly and endured the strange smell and ate some. After all, it's my first time cooking. Although the cooking was not successful, I was still very happy.

The first "ghost bump"

"Everything is difficult at the beginning", I had a thrilling experience when I was 10 years old. ...

That night, my father had to go on a business trip, leaving me alone at home. I turn on the TV, just sit and change TV programs from time to time. I stayed up until midnight, and there was a serial on TV. Although it was horrible, curiosity drove me to see it.

A woman flashed behind a scholar, but she had no feet! I saw the scholar fall to the ground and die in the blink of an eye. I was scared out in a cold sweat, and the more I watched it, the more scared I became. I want to go upstairs to sleep, but I'm afraid.

I hesitated for a long time. It's almost 1 o'clock. I have to have a rest! I timidly turned off the light with a flashlight in my hand. When I was about to go upstairs, I passed the mirror, but I accidentally shone my flashlight on my face. ...

"Ah-ghosts!" I screamed and my flashlight fell to the ground. I was shivering, squatting in the corner, covering my eyes tightly with my hands, and it took a long time to open them slowly.

I was busy turning on the light again, and my heart almost jumped into my throat. Suddenly I felt cold and creepy in my back. At this time, I am like a helpless bird falling into a ghost valley. I calmed down, picked up a feather duster and prepared to fight the ghost to the death. I walked upstairs step by step, and as soon as I saw the window, I rushed up and threw myself on the bed, covering my head with a quilt as fast as lightning, and my heart was pounding …

Now I am no longer afraid to stay at home alone, because I have learned the road of "doing nothing wrong during the day and not afraid of ghosts knocking at the door in the middle of the night" As long as I do things aboveboard, I have nothing to be afraid of.

One winter morning, four well-dressed and strong men stood beside the sign that said "Mother and child get on the bus" at the station, and a woman with a baby in her arms was squeezed out of the passage. Mother and son looked at them in surprise: they are neither disabled nor holding children, but why are they standing in the boarding passage between mother and son? Are they illiterate? No, some of them wear beautiful coats and polished shoes, and some even wear glasses. They all look like educated people. They just want to make a little profit for themselves. Under the surprised eyes of everyone, they still turned a blind eye to the signs and stood there as if nothing had happened, without giving way to the mother and son.

From the clothes of the four people in the picture, we know that they all know every word on the sign, but they have not put it into action, giving convenience to those who need it most, and deliberately pretending to be illiterate to escape the correct public order and good customs. In my opinion, they are indeed "illiterate", but by "illiterate" I mean "civilization" instead of "culture". What a great country needs most is the unity of the whole nation, and the most basic thing is civilization and morality. However, the four young people in the picture can't even obey the minimum order. What about civilization and morality? Such things are not uncommon in life. How many people covet their own convenience or interests, so that those who really need help can not get the original support.

In real life, I have seen this scene many times: on a crowded bus, many young and strong young people sit firmly in their seats, while white-haired old people stand by, but they don't give up their seats at all. The hint of "special seats for the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled" is clear, but they turn a blind eye; In the park, the sign "No Climbing Flowers and Trees" is very eye-catching, but the climbed flowers and trees can be seen everywhere; The words on the beautiful trash can in the square are particularly dazzling, but some people still throw scraps of paper everywhere ... These "fake illiterates" only care about their own interests and ignore everyone's feelings, which fully shows their immoral conduct. They are not intellectually illiterate but morally illiterate. How sad it would be if the whole society became like this! This kind of bad behavior and thoughts gradually spread on people. If it is not controlled in time, the consequences will be unimaginable. China, a country of etiquette, is a native of China. In public places, think more about others, always think that you will not affect others, and provide more help to others. I hope everyone can abide by social morality and let the flowers of civilization blossom everywhere. This cartoon reminds me of a simple and meaningful sentence: "There is a kind of wealth called spirit and a kind of nobility called civilization." Let these bad social atmosphere disappear in people's minds forever.

Pseudoilliteracy

What a peaceful and beautiful society we live in now! This has always been my idea, but since I saw Mr. Hua's satirical cartoons in 1984 1 month, I have completely changed this idea. Now let's look at the cartoon picture: it was a very cold morning, the north wind roared and people were shivering with cold. Just in the waiting lane stood four strong, well-dressed big men, while outside the waiting lane stood a pitiful mother and son. Isn't that the "mother-child boarding house"? Why are there four big men standing? Are they illiterate? No, they are not illiterate. Let me introduce them to you, and you will understand what kind of people they are.

It was a very cold morning. The north wind roared and people were shivering with cold. Just in the waiting lane stood four strong, well-dressed big men, while outside the waiting lane stood a pitiful mother and son. Isn't that the "mother-child boarding house"? Why are there four big men standing? Are they illiterate? No, they are not illiterate. Let me introduce them to you, and you will understand what kind of people they are.

The man standing in front looks like a cadre. He is wearing a fur coat with his hands in his pockets and famous brand shoes on his feet. He thought to himself, I am a cadre and I can stand wherever I want. Do you care? As long as I am happy, I don't care about "blind people get on the bus" or "mother and son get on the bus" Behind him is a boy who looks like a graduate student. He wore a hat and coat, with his head down and his eyes fixed on his toes. He thought, I'm early. Why didn't I win the first prize? But it doesn't matter. I won the second place. I just hung my head and pretended not to see the sign. The boy was followed by a stout middle-aged man. He stood there with glasses and a lot of clothes, no one was watching. He thought to himself, it's amazing that I'm standing here and someone is sheltering me from the wind and telling me to make way. What a beautiful daydream! Behind him stood a man, wearing a mask and wrapped himself up. He thought to himself, I'm so smart. I brought a mask before going out. People will think I'm sick and forgive me. The mother and son standing in the waiting lane refused to give way when they saw anyone, so they had to stand there helplessly. The north wind attacked the mother and son mercilessly. The mother held the child tightly in her arms and kept saying to the child, "Hold on, son, hold on, mother will take you to the doctor at once." The child kept crying, his face was very pale, and he kept crying, as if protesting against what the four men had done. The four men remained indifferent when they saw such a scene. Are they still human? !

The bus came and all four people got on it. They all took their seats and mother and son got on the bus, but the bus was full. Fortunately, a middle-aged man gave way to the mother and son. The middle-aged man took a look at the four men, but they were not ashamed at all, but even more careless. Are these people really illiterate? No, they are clearly a group of "fake illiterates". These people ignore social morality and are selfish. They were greedy for cheap for a while and sacrificed their dignity. In doing so, they seem to have stepped on their own dignity. They are the scum of our civilized society ... This cartoon is a wonderful satire on such people. After reading this cartoon, I can't help thinking deeply: I hope there are fewer and fewer "fake illiterates" like this in society. ...

Second unit

Folk-custom Grand View Garden

"Different winds in a hundred miles, different customs in the sea"

Folk customs and nationalities

In the sound of firecrackers, we ushered in the biggest festival of China people-Spring Festival. Everyone was beaming, hanging red lanterns and sticking red couplets, and they were busy. ...

The first day of the first month is another happy day.

I used to be the last person to get up, but today I won the first place, because I really want to smell the firecrackers. Strings of firecrackers are lit in people's hands, and the sound is really loud, splashing everywhere, as if to send every blessing to thousands of households. Firecrackers continued, crackled and were very lively.

After the firecrackers, there is nothing interesting. Let's have breakfast first and then go out to play!

After dinner, I invited some friends to play together. Firecrackers lit in the street produce beautiful flowers on the ground. They are very beautiful. The pocket money given by my parents is in my bag, let alone how happy I am. Today's birds also come out to join in the fun, and probably they are also very happy.

The street is really a street, with everything to play and eat. Most of the people I see are children. I took one look and counted the spicy food stalls as the best:

"I want a string of rice cakes!" A fat child shouted.

How about going somewhere else? I stopped again in front of the booth of a stationery store. There are all kinds of interesting things: airplane models, binoculars, electric cars ... all of them are interesting things. I find the most popular things are those fun things.

In other places, I also saw some selling balloons, pistols, skipping rope, some selling snacks, snacks, fruits, clothes and food. It's amazing.

After playing all morning, I will visit relatives and friends for the Spring Festival in the afternoon, which is undoubtedly a happy thing.

What a wonderful time today! It's really pleasing to the eye. It's delicious, and it's delicious. The luckiest are the vendors, but business is booming today!

I sincerely hope that today's children all over the country will be happy and have no troubles in the new year, but don't "play with things"!

Exercise instruction

1 Do you have any folk customs to introduce?

What are its main features?

What are you going to introduce? Methods: Enumerate figures, analogies, personification and examples.

This part will be introduced in detail as the focus.

Good segment

1, the customs in Tomb-Sweeping Day are rich and interesting. Apart from paying attention to the prohibition of fire to sweep graves, there are also a series of customs and sports activities such as jogging, swinging, cuju, playing polo and inserting willows. According to legend, this is because Tomb-Sweeping Day wants to ban cold food and fire. In order to prevent the harm of cold food and cold meal to people, we all take part in some sports activities to exercise. Therefore, this festival is a distinctive festival, with both sad tears to sweep graves and laughter for an outing.

My hometown is Da 'an Town, Pingnan County, Guangxi. Speaking of customs, we hold activities of "offering sacrifices to social fires" every year, especially during the Spring Festival. In the early morning of New Year's Day, that is, when the New Year bell rang, the villagers had already taken out the offerings of "offering social fire" and worshipped the social gods in their own halls first. There are many sacrifices, including chocolate, biscuits, candy, bay leaves, Shatian pomelo and so on. It means "great wealth" and "sweet honey" in the new year. Dragon Boat Festival, also known as Dragon Boat Festival, is one of the biggest traditional festivals in China. "Duan" means the same as "Chu", and calling "Duan Wu" is just like calling "the fifth day"; The word "five" in "Dragon Boat Festival" is also connected with "noon". According to the order of earthly branches, May is "noon" month. Because noon is the "sun", the Dragon Boat Festival is also called "Duanyang". On the fifth day of May, both the month and the day are five, so calling five is also called noon. In addition, there are many nicknames for the Dragon Boat Festival, such as: Summer Festival, Magnolia Festival, Daughter's Day, Tianzhong Festival, Dila Festival, Poet's Day and so on. Many nicknames of the Dragon Boat Festival indirectly explain the differences in the origin of the custom of the Dragon Boat Festival. So far, there are at least four or five kinds of sayings, such as: in memory of Qu Yuan; Wuyue's national totem sacrifice theory: From the three generations of summer solstice festival; Evil month and evil day drive away, and so on.

In my memory, the Spring Festival is the most lively festival. Whenever I think of the Spring Festival, I will think of the scene where my father and I set off firecrackers last Spring Festival. I remember years ago, adults were busy buying new year's goods, and my mother bought food, Spring Festival couplets, jiaozi. Our children are not as busy as adults. On New Year's Eve, my mother asked me to post Spring Festival couplets with my father, and my father suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to buy firecrackers. My father and I decided to go downstairs to buy firecrackers together and came to the stall selling firecrackers. There are so many kinds of firecrackers! There are cupolas, rotating guns, barbed fireworks, wrestling guns, fireworks, black spider guns and big thunder. . . . . . Anyway, all kinds of firecrackers can't be put off.

"Chili Festival" is a special festival for Zhuang people in Longzhou and Pingxiang. It is said that during the Sino-French War, the local Zhuang people were busy fighting against foreign invaders until the 30th day of the first month. In order to celebrate the victory and make up for the Spring Festival, the local people regard the 30th day of the first month of each year as a festival, and they have become accustomed to each other ever since.

Third unit

My dream

My ideal is to be a singer. I never thought about what I would do in the future. It was a friend of mine who told me what my ideal was. If someone asks me, "What is your ideal?" I will proudly tell her: "My ideal is to be a singer!"

If you want to be a singer, you must pay the most attention to your personal image. If you are not careful, you will be photographed or slandered and ruin your image. In the cold winter, you will wear thin clothes and take pains to perform for everyone. In hot summer, you will put on thick cotton-padded clothes.

Some people say that you are a singer to make money! Indeed, a singer is also a profession and a job. Since you have a job, why not make money? But you earned it yourself! There are other reasons why I want to be a singer, that is, I want to create my own music for everyone to enjoy. When everyone is sad, listening to my songs will make you forget all your troubles and solve things calmly.

Another reason why I want to be a singer is that when you become a singer, you will be famous all over the world. No matter who sees it, they will be very happy. Come and hug me immediately and sign it. I often fantasize that after more than ten years, when I sing loudly on a world-class stage, a group of fans will reach out and shake my hand. At this moment, a man ran onto the stage and gave me a bunch of beautiful flowers. What an enviable thing it is.

Everyone has his own ideal. My ideal is to be a singer. I wonder what your ideal is.

The originator: Dai Gillian Everyone has his own ideals, and I am no exception. When I was a child, my little treasure chest also contained colorful ideals. Today, I will open my treasure chest and show you all the treasures in it.

I had my first dream when I was very young. Be a policewoman. The ideal of childhood now seems ridiculous and naive. At that time, I actually fell in love with the beautiful police uniform of the policewoman and stood in the middle of the road with them to direct traffic. But soon, my ideal changed, because I gradually understood the hardships and difficulties of being a policewoman.

Therefore, becoming a painter has become my second dream. I have been very sensitive to painting since I was a child, and I like painting very much. I often draw some masterpieces for my parents. My parents learned that I like painting and immediately enrolled me in an art class. It may be because of the playful nature of children. After taking the art class, I became less fond of painting. I even ran out of art class to play with my classmates. In this way, my second ideal came to nothing.

When I had my third dream, I was already in the fourth grade of primary school. The ideal at that time was to be a teacher. Since childhood, I have come into contact with many teachers, some of whom are old and experienced. There are also young and inexperienced people. But no matter what kind of teachers they are and what subjects they teach, I like them very much. In the future, I will stand on a high platform like them and teach my students.

Now I am a sixth-grade student. I am about to enter middle school. Today, I am not a child who knows nothing; Now, I have my own unique views and ideas on some things. Now my ideal is to be a person who contributes to society. Maybe you will say that this is not ideal. But in this long study career, I am not sure whether my ideal will change again. But what I am sure of is that what I will never change is to be a person who contributes to society and all mankind.

Nowadays, many students often talk about their lofty ideals and ambitions. But I often don't do some small things that should be done around me. Even some basic social ethics have not been achieved. If you want to realize your ideal, you should start from the small things around you and start from yourself. There can be no idea of "not doing it for good, not doing it for evil". This idea. We should lay a solid foundation for our ideals. It can finally be realized!

Maybe your ideals are as numerous as stars, and your ideals will never change. But no matter what career and work I want to do when I grow up, there is only one thing that I will never change, and that is, I will start from small things and always start from myself. Be a person who contributes to society and all mankind!

Robinson Crusoe

I finished reading Robinson Crusoe in the summer vacation. This is the most famous novel by British writer daniel defoe. It tells the story of Robinson Cruz, an adventurous Englishman. In order to realize his dream, he gave up his comfortable life and became a sailor full of thrills, sailing on the stormy and dangerous sea. Robinson was stranded on a desert island because of the cargo ship crash. Desperate and pessimistic, he began to think of ways to save himself-building rafts, building houses, repairing fields, growing food and raising livestock ... It took him 28 years to build this desert island into a paradise. I have benefited a lot from this infinite courage and perseverance in conquering nature.

Compared with Robinson's desert island, I have to admit that I am happy. At home, from babbling, parents paved the way for us to grow up happily. Entering the campus and becoming a large number of students, the school has set up a rainbow bridge leading to the ideal for us. I walked carefree on this flat road and bridge year after year, without wind and waves, setbacks and bitterness. If I catch a cold occasionally, I will stay up late and even go to school. My parents will hug me and my grandparents will hold me in their arms. When can a "lucky guy" like me, who has such a weak willpower and can only "stretch his hand with clothes and open his mouth with food", stand on his own feet?

After reading Robinson Crusoe, I am proud of Robinson's bravery, impressed by his wisdom and shocked by his perseverance. By contrast, I am really ashamed. Dependence on parents is actually a sign of cowardice. When will we so-called "emperors and princesses" be as brave and strong as Robinson? When will we "flowers in the greenhouse" get out of the greenhouse? Do we have to "thrive" under the care of our parents and teachers all our lives? My answer is: no! From now on, I will abandon my femininity, learn to stand on my own feet and learn to be strong. As long as I work hard, I will become a little Robinson.

Li Baiyun: "Ride the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea." As long as we have firm confidence, we can certainly exercise our perseverance.