My sixth grade family composition

In daily life or work and study, we often come into contact with composition, which can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition according to the different writing time limit. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following are nine sixth-grade family compositions I collected for you, for reference only. Let's have a look.

Every time I walk in front of you, your face will smile at me casually, and I will smile when I look at your face. I know it must be sunny today. In the central flower bed, no, it's not a flower bed anymore. This is a park with beautiful scenery and charming scenery. There are streams, bridges on the streams, aquatic plants in the streams, and many happy little fish.

The path surrounds you, but there are flowers and trees around the road. Just like playing go, it's not airtight, but the road surrounds you and you surround the road. If you wander around inside, you won't get lost, because the place is small and you can always find the exit, but it's like breaking into a dense forest, which is amazing. With those flowers, they are fairies in the forest. Wherever you go, they will guide you. They are all around you, so you can't tell whether you are chasing her or she is following you. The central part of the park is either surrounded by vegetation or streams, and only a small bridge across the streams connects the "island".

The bridge is only about one meter wide and only a few centimeters from the surface of the stream at most. It seems to be arched, like walking on the ground. The guardrail only reaches my calf. Just like playing for those naive children in kindergarten! But that's my home, just like those children who are not sensible regard kindergarten as their home. I also regard it as my home. Trees give me support, grass flowers give me soft and sweet arms and give me warmth. It knows me, I tell it. It doesn't answer, but sometimes it rustles, but it has answered, and my heart has realized that it is.

Looking at the teaching building, with the concerted efforts of everyone's Qi Xin, another warm home has been built. How different is it from the previous class? The most important thing is my family. Although sometimes they become classmates and friends, they are my family. I love this home, this campus, just because there is my family there, and everything on campus is.

Watching the breeze gradually drift, the grass moved, the leaves moved, even the pollen slowly filled the air, the wind blew into the classroom, my hair began to flutter, and my feeling of home floated to every corner of the room. ...

I still see the smiles of my family.

As the saying goes, "a nest of gold and silver is not as good as a nest of grass". Home is important and warm to me, and no "nest" can replace it.

I have a happy family, a beautiful and virtuous mother, a handsome and humorous father, plus me. Usually, I eat at school. Whenever I have a holiday, my parents will prepare a big breakfast for me in the morning. What a pleasant thing it is for our whole family to sit around the dining table and enjoy a delicious breakfast in the warm sunshine!

Lunch is more interesting. Because mom and dad are different nationalities and have different eating habits, mom is a southern Mongolian and likes spicy food, and dad is a Han nationality. Plus, he is from Shanghai and likes sweets, so every lunch in our family is a combination of north and south, sweet and spicy, which really fills my appetite.

People often say: "Family is the kingdom of father, the world of mother and the paradise of children." Our family is no exception. My parents will spend a happy afternoon with me during the holiday. Sometimes, they will accompany me to climb Xiushan, get close to nature, enjoy the sunshine bath, enjoy the unique scenery of Xiushan and breathe the pure air of Xiushan, which makes people feel relaxed and happy; Smelling the flowers is intoxicating; Listening to the songs of birds makes me linger; Sometimes, my parents will accompany me to watch the news broadcast and talk about major events at home and abroad, which will not only help me to know the latest information of the party and the country, but also improve my judgment ability, see the essence through phenomena and enhance my patriotism and internationalism complex. It is really beneficial. Sometimes, my parents will accompany me to play badminton in the garden downstairs, which can not only help me correct my myopia and exercise, but also relax my mood, relieve fatigue and feel the joy of sports.

I want to find a place to rest when I am sleepy; When I am tired, I want to find a place to be comfortable; When you are wronged, you want to find a place to talk. This place is home. When we grow up, we are like a migratory bird: maybe we are running around in the southeast and northwest of the motherland, maybe we are in a foreign country ... but there is always a place that we can't forget, that we are haunted by dreams and that we care about every day. There are parents who love me, and there are records of our childhood joys and sorrows ... this place is home.

For Adam, heaven is his home; However, for Adam's descendants, home is their paradise.

I love my paradise, and I love my home.

I live in Building 6, dormitory of Xinhua Hospital, Jianghan District, Wuhan.

I have lived here since I was born. There are three people in my family: my parents and me. The house has twelve floors, and each floor has some familiar neighbors, including Brother Longlong and Uncle Wu on the 1 1 floor, Sister Jingjing and her parents on the eighth floor, and sister on the sixth floor. In the past few years, our neighborhood relations have been getting along well. As the saying goes, "A distant relative is better than a close neighbor"? According to my father, it was not like this when I was a child. ......

When I was born, I probably didn't spend much time every night because of my poor health.

I stopped crying, even crying loudly in the middle of the night, and sometimes I suddenly woke up my parents and neighbors. To this end, mom and dad are heartbroken, "hard to prevent", and more importantly, the neighborhood relationship, because I, my family and their distance, have been pulled farther and farther. ......

However, one thing changed the neighbors' view of my family.

It was when I was 5 years old. At noon in summer, I was taking a nap and my father was reading at home.

Suddenly, I was awakened by the sound of tapping the window, and my father sitting on the side also heard the sound. We turned to see where the sound came from-in Jingjing's kitchen on the eighth floor, Jingjing's sister was lying by the window, slapping her face painfully against the window, louder and louder. ......

When dad saw it, he hurriedly called out, "Unless it's gas poisoning!" Dad hurried upstairs to the terrace and shouted on the eighth floor; Eye dad, eye mom, are you at home?

However, there was no reply. ......

Time is life. I followed my father to the eighth floor and kicked my sister's door on the eighth floor.

"Hey hey, what are you doing! ? "Uncle Cheng, who lives on the eighth floor, stopped my dad. "My eyes may have been poisoned by gas!" Dad knocked on the door and answered, "Huh?" Uncle Cheng froze, suddenly and fiercely, and quickly called the police.

"You can't wait for the police to come and knock on the door together." Dad said to Uncle Cheng. Oh, yes! Right! " Uncle Cheng also came up to help.

Does the security door mean you can hit it if you hit it? After more than ten minutes, the door was still not knocked down. At this moment, the police came. The police smashed the door open with special tools.

As soon as dad saw the door open, he held his breath and ran to the kitchen to take his sister out. The police uncle turned off the gas valve and opened the window to ventilate.

Sister Jingjing was taken to the hospital immediately. During the rescue, her parents also came back. After a long wait, Jingjing's sister was rescued and opened her eyes.

The doctor came over and said to her parents. If you come a little later, the rescue will be in big trouble.

Uncle Cheng said to Jingjing's father, "Thank Papa Hanhan, you have to thank him!" "

Jingjing's mother was so excited that she didn't know what to say and kept saying thank you. Jingjing's father wanted to kneel down. ......

Through this incident, as well as similar neighborhood incidents that happened later, everyone understood the truth of mutual assistance. Now, the relationship between my family and my neighbors is getting closer and closer, and everyone is scrambling to help anyone who has something.

May your relationship with your neighbors be the same as mine-zero distance!

My family is composed of four members: my father, my mother, my brother and me. The family is not rich, but because everyone has different personality characteristics, it is full of laughter. Want to know what we have? If you want to know, I'll give you one.

"Bomb" Dad

Ha ha! You must be surprised to see the word "bomb"! Then I'll explain it to you in detail! That's because dad has a strange temper, which can be said to be unpredictable. Wan Li is sometimes sunny and sometimes cloudy. When you are in a good mood, you always like to play jokes on us and even say anything. When you are in a bad mood, don't provoke him, because the "time bomb" will explode at any time. After the epidemic, you have nothing to eat. This is my dad.

"nagging" mother

I have a nagging mother who chatters like a bird all day. Sometimes, I think my mother's "chirp" is very nice, just like a beautiful singing voice. Sometimes, I find my mother's "chirp" annoying, just like there is noise everywhere. Well, my mother started nagging again: "Kiki, you threw things away again." Kiki, you didn't see anything ... "Oh, I can't help it. She's my mother!

Brother "naughty boy"

My brother is a really naughty boy. He is the bane of our family. He often breaks things at home. I really admire him. I just bought a toy for one day and it was smashed to pieces. So I always lock my room before I go out, lest the naughty boy break something.

"Gourmet" me

It's really embarrassing to introduce yourself. I am a glutton at home. There is nothing delicious at home that can't be kept from me. I knew where it was, so I quickly swept it away. Every night when I eat, I am always the first to sit at the table and stare at the delicious food in my mouth. That's not enough. I also have a "snack bank" with all kinds of snacks. Am I greedy enough?

Look, our family has its own characteristics. Because of these characteristics, our life is a little more colorful, isn't it?

My hometown is Linxia City, Gansu Province. Linxia is the place where I lived since I was a child, where many wonderful childhood memories are recorded. Although it is not as rich as Shanghai, as prosperous as Beijing and as charming as Hainan, I still love it. It will always be my hometown. I love Linxia and I love my hometown.

The scenery in my hometown is unforgettable. The mountain is close to the water, and the water reflects the mountain. The tall and straight poplars are sonorous in the surrounding mountains. Diaoshuixia Waterfall is also famous. Far away, first hear the sound of running water. For example, the lion roared into the view, and the waterfall flew up from the mountain like a water hose, splashing. It's really: "Flying over the eaves and walking on the wall is three thousands of feet, and it's suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days", which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Warm sunshine, steep peaks and dense forests in the mountains constitute a colorful picture.

The food in my hometown is also rich and colorful, such as: homemade peppers, bracken ... delicious and nutritious. The walnut with egg skin here is also one of the best, with thin skin and plenty of meat and delicious taste. Let's talk about other people's three meals. Noodles are the staple food here, followed by potatoes. Under normal circumstances, people can't eat without potatoes. The most important thing is our special food-beef Lamian Noodles, which was founded by Ma Baozi. Its method is very simple. Cook some noodles in beef soup, put some beef after cooking, and add some garlic sprouts, coriander and pepper. In this way, a bowl of beef Lamian Noodles with one clear, two white, three red and four green colors is completed. One clear is soup, the other white is radish white, the third red is Chili red, and the fourth green is garlic sprout and coriander green.

My hometown is not only pleasant in scenery, delicious in food, but also developed in science and technology.

With the passage of time, we live in an era of rapid technological change. High-rise buildings have sprung up, and the traffic on the road is endless. People's lives are getting richer and richer. Every household has used computers, mobile phones, air conditioners, LCD TVs and other high-tech products ... All classrooms in the school have used electronic whiteboards, and students have become more and more relaxed in class.

This is my hometown-Linxia! I love this colorful hometown.

There are five people in my family, including my humorous grandfather, my irritable grandmother, my serious father, my hardworking mother and, of course, my smart and lovely one.

My grandfather is very humorous. When I was eating, he saw that I was unhappy. He clearly knew that there was a big piece of ginger on the cabbage, but he deliberately said to me, "Oh dear! Why are cabbage leaves yellow? God, it's not clean. Are there bugs on it? I dare not eat! " I was amused by my grandfather.

My grandmother is very fond of losing her temper. Sometimes after playing the piano and having a rest, I go upstairs to play computer. When my grandmother found out, she criticized me and said, "You are a child. You always know how to play games. If you don't study hard, you won't be able to read after playing the piano." You really don't care! " I'm sorry to hear the news. However, I know that my grandmother criticized me for my own good, so I accepted it humbly.

My mother is very diligent. She has to go to work every day, send me to school, and do housework, such as sweeping the floor, cooking, washing clothes, mopping the floor and so on. My father is very serious. Every time Grandpa tells a joke, we all laugh from ear to ear, except Dad. Tell me, my father is serious!

As for me, I am a "super pistachio" at home. I can make everyone laugh by saying one word. I am also everyone's intimate little cotton-padded jacket, because I am very considerate to everyone.

I think my home is full of joy and happiness.

My family consists of grade 7 and grade 6. There are three people in my family, father, mother and me. The square-faced, dark-skinned man with a pair of glasses is his father. The one with long face and double eyelids is mother. The little girl with black hair and ponytail is Miss Ben. The three of us live under the same roof, and we also like sports, but we prefer reading.

Look! Another weekend, other people's homes are very lively. When the family get together, they either eat or watch TV, and the noise is so loud that the roof will be overturned. My house is quiet, but not desolate. Looking closely, the three of us, all holding a book, are reading with relish. Dad sat cross-legged on the sofa with a brick-thick novel in his hand. There is a purple teapot next to it, and my father wants to drink a few mouthfuls from time to time. Dad's expression has also changed a lot, sometimes frowning, as if in meditation, sometimes laughing, sometimes angry, as if calling for the good people in the book, and sometimes showing a puzzled expression. He is so infatuated that he often calls him, but he can't hear him.

Mom is different. Mom has to do housework and can't concentrate on it like dad, but mom has her own tricks. She has a book in her left hand and a mop and rag in her right. Although I cleaned with labor tools, my eyes still stuck to the book. But this doesn't affect mom's work efficiency. The rag is as bright as new after being wiped, and clean after mopping the floor. Although I had to do both, my mother did. It is admirable that she can easily grasp the contents and stories in the book.

As for me, influenced by my parents, I certainly don't want to lag behind. I like reading famous books in my bedroom during the day. I will lie in bed, lean against the bed and read comfortably with a book. I look out of control, like a psychopath, sometimes laughing, sometimes angry, and sometimes gnashing my teeth. In the evening, I like reading touching stories and profound books. Because it is quiet at night, I can read and taste these books carefully.

The three of us not only love reading, but also like sports. Mother likes running in the morning, which can not only breathe fresh air and exercise, but also relieve stress and relax. Dad likes sports equipment and swings his arms and legs to relax his tired body. Needless to say, there is physical education class in the school. I will play sandbags and kick shuttlecock with my classmates. On weekends, I will walk with my mother in the sunset. We will walk, talking and laughing with a layer of gold gauze given by the sunset until eight or nine o'clock.

We have the same interests, my parents and I live under the same roof, care about each other and learn from each other. Like three stars, twinkling stars. It is precisely because there are countless such stars that the vast starry sky of this world is formed, and there is light in the sky. I love my family.

Some people say that home is like an umbrella in the wind and rain, helping us to resist the wind and rain outside. Under the umbrella, there is only safety and warmth; Some people say that home looks like a clear spring, only pure and sweet; Some people say that home is like a bright sun, shining on our young hearts; Some people say that home is like a shell on the beach. Only in the arms of home can we shine like pearls.

Growing up, I was like a princess at home. I can do whatever I want. One day in Chinese class, the teacher assigned an assignment: go home and wash my mother's feet.

When I got home, I stood at the door of my house and opened the door with a key. When I got home, I felt relieved to see that my mother hadn't come back yet. I have finished my homework, but there is still one unfinished homework, that is, washing my mother's feet. After dinner, I slipped into the bathroom, turned on the water heater and put a basin of warm water. I let out the foot washing water. I looked down and said to my mother falteringly, "Mom … Mom, let me wash your feet once!" " "My face is red, and I really want to bury my head underground. At this time. Mom is crying! Mother cried with relief! My mother touched my head and sobbed, "Good! "

I took off my mother's shoes and put her feet in warm water. I bowed my head and sat shyly in the chair, rubbing my mother's feet gently with my hands. I rubbed my mother's feet, and my nose was sour. I cried unwillingly! Because mom's feet are not as delicate and smooth as before, but rough feet covered with calluses and blisters. I subconsciously looked up at my mother. There is another wrinkle on her face, and even her smooth hands have calluses and become rough. There are two tears on my hand. I know one of them is mine, but I don't know whose the other one is. I subconsciously looked up at my mother, yes, this drop is my mother, my mother cried!

After washing my feet, my mother sobbed and said to me, "son, my mother is so happy that you have grown up!" " You know how to wash your mother's feet and honor her! Mom is so happy! "Mom said, and smiled brightly!

Home is a rainbow after the storm, supporting our growth. Home has given me warmth, and I will never forget it!

My sixth grade family composition article 9 "Mom, Xinhua Bookstore has a new book!" ""Mom, there are many masterpieces in that picture outside! " "Mom, I found a 24-hour reading room again ..." "Oh, stop yelling and read every day, and prepare to be a bookworm in the future! My mother and I started our daily "lion roar" again. Although I am young, I have a great writer's dream!

As I grow older, my dream has changed from the previous "Mom, I like Transformers, and I will save the world like them in the future!" " "Mom, I like reading. There is everything in the book, and I can travel freely in it!" "To say that this writer's dream is budding, it is necessary to start with Harry Potter.

It was a day after school in grade three, and I came home with the Harry Potter lent to me by my teacher with a curious face. I heard my sister talk about this book before, but there are more than seven books in one set! According to my sister, this book is mysterious and seems to be very interesting. As soon as I got home, I "kicked" my shoes and read a book on the sofa. Unconsciously, I followed the protagonist Harry Potter into his world: Wow! It turns out that there are so many fun magic artifacts here; Don't fly that broom, wait for me; Oh, why are you ganging up to bully me? I want to spell with my wand ... the plot in the book is ups and downs, and my heart is up and down, laughing happily. That's great. My mother looked at me with a giggle and a frown. She thinks I met something. "What are you looking at, son?" ! "My mother called me from the beginning to yell at me, which made me react and pulled my mother excitedly:" Mom, the author of this book JK Rowling is really amazing! You see, you see, her Harry Potter seems to have a soul and is a real person! I want to have my own story like her in the future! "Mom knocked me on the head." A writer can't be anyone you want to be. A writer must work hard and study a lot of books. ""I am not afraid of being tired! The world in each book is different and interesting! " Mom looked at me and shook her head. She smiled and went to work. ...

When I grow up, with the growth of knowledge, I read more and more books, which are getting thicker and thicker. Slowly, I began to read many different kinds of books: long stories, short stories, classics, novels, essays and poems ... Every time I open a book, I will be attracted by the words in it like a magnet. Every time I read an article, my dream of becoming a writer deepens, and I love reading more. Whenever I have leisure time, I like to immerse myself in the sea of books, read beautiful words and enjoy exciting plots, which is simply an unparalleled enjoyment. ...

The writer's dream seems to take root in my heart. Perhaps with the passage of time, the dream when I grow up may not be a writer, but those hopes and wishes that jump between the lines of the book also let me describe my dreams with the most beautiful colors in the future! How wonderful it is to have a dream in your heart. ...