My dream sixth grade composition

In normal study, work and life, everyone has tried to write a composition. Composition is a transition from internal language to external language, that is, from a compressed and concise language that one can understand to a developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. Have no clue when writing a composition? The following are eight compositions of my dream grade six that I collected for you. Welcome to share.

My dream My childhood dream was to be a teacher. Teachers are a very sacred and respected profession. Luo once said: "A teacher is like a candle, constantly burning and consuming itself, illuminating the way forward for others. It is also like a piece of chalk, spreading the seeds of wisdom, imparting knowledge to others and gradually wearing itself out; It is also like a ladder, which allows people to climb the peak on their shoulders and pick the fruits of victory. "Although the teacher is very hard, when the students have achieved something in all aspects, the teacher will feel a little gratified. If I were a teacher, I would smile at every student. In class, I will never humiliate or satirize some students in front of the whole class, just give him (her) a look to let him (her) understand the meaning of this look. In class, I will give them a good lesson in kind language. Always keep a happy mood. I don't want my bad mood to affect my teaching. I don't want to take it out on my children and let their wronged tears fall. I will never hate my classmates' shortcomings and mistakes and destroy my impression in their hearts.

If I were a teacher, I would never throw a bunch of difficult problems to my classmates. Students need your inspiration. Maybe if you teach him 5+5= 10, he can work out 4+6= 10. If I were a teacher, I wouldn't let my classmates treat me like an outsider. I will let my classmates regard me as one of them. I hope my classmates can regard me as your big sister. You can tell me everything you have to say. I will share my happiness with them and help them share their worries when I have troubles.

I like the work of teachers very much. I sometimes dream that I am a teacher and stand on the platform to give lessons to students. I woke up from a dream. It's really interesting to think about it! If my dream really comes true, what kind of students will I use all my wisdom to teach? By then, I may teach students, among whom there will be many scientists, artists and writers, and perhaps a famous figure will appear. At that time, I will enjoy the glory and happiness of peaches and plums all over the world like my teacher. In order to realize my dream, from now on, I will study hard and realize my dream as soon as possible.

My dream A childhood without dreams is an incomplete childhood. My dream is to be a painter. Once, I said, "It's not easy to be a painter!" In that case, I will never underestimate my dream as a painter.

When I was six years old, I drew a picture. The name of this picture is childhood. Just a few little people playing can describe my childhood. Although my childhood was simple, I still felt very happy and colorful.

Childhood is naive, innocent and beautiful. When I think of my childhood, I say I think of many interesting things about my childhood.

The fun of childhood, like a colorful dream, slowly flies to the sky of time with a pair of lovely wings, and is like a condiment of life, with everything.

My dream is to be a painter. Being a painter is not a simple matter. Just like now, I can't draw a perfect picture, and I have almost despaired of this dream. However, I made great efforts to copy a painting that satisfied me, and now my dream of becoming a painter has a glimmer of hope.

Time flies, a warm spring is coming. I am already a pupil in the second half of the fourth grade, and I am about to enter the fifth grade. Of course, my painting skills have also made great progress. When the art teacher said that my painting was among the best in the class, I jumped up with joy and jumped three feet, let alone how happy I was!

In this way, childhood slipped away in a wonderful fairyland. Under the urging of the old man of time, I confirmed the teacher's saying that "an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time." However, my childhood dream is getting closer and closer to me. ...

My Dream Grade 6 Composition 3 "Hurry" is an essay written by Zhu Ziqing, a famous modern writer. Although the article is short, it leaves people with profound enlightenment and thinking. After learning this article, I also benefited a lot.

Swallows have gone and come again; Willow withered, will be green again; Peach blossoms bloom again after they have withered. These natural phenomena can be repeated, but people's time is gone forever. As the saying goes, flowers will bloom again, and people will never be young again.

Everyone knows that time flies and never comes back. We should cherish time, but most people just pay lip service to cherish time without taking practical actions. Take us students for example! Every day when I come home from school, I put down my schoolbag and run away without a trace, either sitting in front of the TV or playing big games online. Time is silent and without a trace. Why don't we use this time to read some extracurricular books or help our mother with housework?

Since ancient times, there have been many celebrities who cherish time: Lu Xun, for example, spent all people's time drinking coffee at work. Everything that those scientists invented was created in a race against time.

Why do others succeed at the same time, but we are empty-handed You have to find the answer yourself. We ask ourselves: Why are our Japanese characters gone forever?

My Dream Everyone has his own dream, but the dream is different. My dream is this:

My dream is to be a pilot, because pilots can fly freely in the blue sky and swim slowly against the background of white clouds; You can observe the situation in a certain area from the air; It can also defend the security of the motherland; I can also transport tourists where they want to go, so I want to be a pilot when I grow up.

I like airplanes since I was a child, and I prefer to play with paper airplanes. Whenever I play with a paper plane, I can imagine the happiness of sitting on the plane, but often at this time, I immediately have a desire to get on the plane and see what the plane looks like. And this desire was satisfied when I went to Shenyang once. It was my first flight when I was seven years old. When I boarded the plane, I finally got a good look at the plane. When I got on the plane, I saw that the facilities and seats on the plane were neat. When I was eight years old, I went to the World Park in Beijing. In the park, there is a retired plane for tourists to visit. I asked my parents to take me into the plane. I think the plane is really too big. There are many dashboards in it, and all kinds of switches dazzle me.

My dream is to be an excellent pilot. What about you? The wisdom of teenagers is the wisdom of the country; If the youth is strong, the country will be strong. Now we are all teenagers, and learning is like the morning sun, which is very warm. We should study hard for our dreams, serve the motherland as a pilot and be a useful person to the society and the people in the future.

My dream I have a dream. Everyone will have their own dreams, and everyone's dreams are different.

My dream is to be a teacher, a teacher who silently contributes to students. In my eyes, teachers are the most glorious profession in the world.

If I were a teacher, I would let them know the joy of reading, let them absorb the "nutrition" in the book and expand their knowledge.

If I am a teacher, in order to strengthen their physique, I will drive them to exercise, strengthen their physique and help them grow up happily.

If I were a teacher, I would let them study hard, make progress every day, strive to be the best students, turn on the "street lamp" in front of them, and enlighten them on how to learn, want to take the initiative to learn, and like to learn.

If I were a teacher, I would let them learn to respect the old and love the young, let them learn to share some housework with their parents, hit their backs, pinch their shoulders, read newspapers and so on. On some occasions, I can be a good boy who is obedient and sensible, and a good student who is not naughty at home.

My dream needs my own efforts. I will definitely become a teacher, and I will definitely be a qualified teacher. This is my dream, the dream in my heart, the dream of striving for it.

I have lived in my alma mater for six years! In a few days, I will bid farewell to my dear alma mater, teachers and classmates who live together day and night. How sad I am!

Six years of teacher-student relationship, six years of classmate friendship and six years of colorful and bittersweet primary school life, how can you leave easily?

I remember six years ago, when the first grade started. At that time, I was extremely excited, with dreams and full of hope, and threw myself into the arms of my alma mater. Everything was so strange and novel to me, and I soon became familiar with everything around me with strong curiosity. When I was in the second grade, I already had my own good friends and good study partners. After class, I was chatting with my good friend.

In the third grade, my good friend was leaving me, and I still couldn't bear to part with it. Well, all good things must come to an end, but I believe that we will meet again some day in the future.

In the fourth grade, a new classmate came to our class. He is tall, but he has a good temper.

I am not the ignorant and naive child in the fifth grade. I have grown up and become a sensible teenager. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and in a blink of an eye, I have been in the sixth grade, and I have grown up a lot, and my learning task is getting heavier day by day.

Alma mater! I'll say goodbye to you in a few days. I really don't want to leave you. What I want to say to you will never be finished. Finally, I want to say a word to you: "Alma Mater, I thank you."

My dream is a stone, knocking out a spark; Dream is a fire, lighting the extinguished lamp; Dreams are lights that illuminate the road at night; Dreams are the road to dawn. ...

My dream, with a pair of invisible wings, flew away I don't know where it flew. I slowly and carefully explore what kind of dreams I have in my heart and look for them in my life. Finally, I found my hidden dream.

My dream is to be a writer. My mother encouraged me to read more picture books and books since I was a child, so I know more about books. During the holidays, I often buy books to read, and those gripping stories and well-known masterpieces constantly edify and infect me.

Once, my mother invited me to dinner. Because I was still roaming in the book country, her voice was automatically blocked by me. Mom called several times, but I still ignored the crying. Mother was very angry and strode into my room and grabbed me for dinner. I can't resist my mother. I took a reluctant look at the book and she took it away.

Last summer vacation, the book I bought the most was the novel written by Sunshine's sister Wu Meizhen. Seeing the contributions of so many peers, I am moved. "I also want to write novels, and I also want to write articles. I must be a writer when I grow up! " I thought excitedly. On my dream record paper, it says: "I don't want fame, money and status when I grow up, I just want to be a writer." Although my book will not become a best seller, I will try my best! I hope to write with my passionate heart, and write articles that satisfy me and make readers praise me! "

I believe that one day, I will stand at the top of the life ladder and look back at the footprints full of sweat and happiness below! Although this is not inevitable, I will tell the world with my practical actions that it is possible!

I like reading, I like writing, and I like taking the rainbow road of writers!

My Dream Grade 6 Composition 7 Everyone has a great dream in his heart. My dream is to be an engineer of human soul-a teacher.

When I was a child, I worshipped my teacher. I can't tell you why I have such admiration. Looking at her neat and beautiful handwriting on the blackboard, I can't think of how many mysteries and hardships there are. I only know that this is her selfless dedication to social education. I think the teacher is the brightest star in the sky. When we are enjoying our own success and happiness, we can't forget our teachers. She is the coolest mountain spring in the mountains. She used her erudition to let us know the vast and boundless world and let us see the greatness of the world.

Teacher, you are like our telescope, which allows us to see farther and more clearly, just like mountain spring water, which allows us to see clearly. As she said, "how can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" No one can succeed casually. " I think the teacher is still a powerful leaf; She uses her powerful body to protect and care for our future "flower shelf!" She never felt wronged, and she devoted her life silently. For her students, she would rather be a green leaf than a red flower. She wants to use her ability to polish the dawn of the world and let the students' dreams fly higher and farther.

Teacher, use your life to teach us why we should pursue, why we should have ideals and why we should surpass ourselves. Teacher, leave the most beautiful smile to this beautiful world. Teachers are the most beautiful myths in our hearts. So becoming a teacher is also my dream.

When I was 8 years old, my family always asked you, what do you want to be when you grow up? When I was a child, I was very naive and probably didn't know anything. I will say that I want to be a painter, a policeman, a singer or something, and then my family will be very happy and say, yes, you have to work hard.

When you grow up, people ask you what your dream is, and then your dream range begins to shrink. For example, I am a good example. Why do you say that?

My mother wants me to be a doctor when I grow up, but when I was a child, I loved drawing and being alive and kicking. My mother had a headache. When I grew up, my mother began to sign up for various interest classes, saying that it would be good for my future growth. When I was a child, I thought many children thought it was an interest class, so I didn't have to go out to play anymore. Me, too. I like playing. I really want to go out to play when I see other children playing. But my mother didn't give it to me just to let me study. There was that chemistry class in junior high school, alas! The thought of chemistry gives me a headache, because I don't think it's suitable for girls. I deeply remember that I really failed chemistry. I was really anxious at that time, because there was an exam in the college entrance examination, so my dream at that time was to become a famous chemistry teacher, so I was no longer afraid. In high school, I still had a dream, that is, a painter. Yes, behind me is an art student. Although I am not a music type, I can't sing because I can't sing, but art students don't have only one kind of music. I chose painting. The family members are very opposed and feel that there is no future. But I still didn't give up, the only one who insisted on his own ideas. Speaking of which, I almost cried. My artistic career is really hard. I not only draw pictures every day, but also understand what colors are, what shadows are and what imaginary people are. You have to draw a lot of pictures a day. Maybe after you finish painting, you will find that it is not very beautiful. You must start painting again. Painting is really a headache. Maybe you were in a bad mood and calm that day. You will find that you can't settle down to draw at all.

When you look at a blank sheet of paper in front of you, you feel very depressed because you can't draw anything. There is a saying that you should walk the whole distance on your knees in the way you choose. The journey is definitely not sweet. So what I want to say is that since I have chosen this unrealistic ideal.