Sixth Grade Footprints Composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone often comes into contact with compositions. Compositions can be divided into narrative essays, expository essays, practical essays and argumentative essays according to different genres. Do you know how to write a good essay? The following are 9 essays on the footsteps of sixth graders that I have carefully compiled. They are for reference only. Everyone is welcome to read them. Sixth Grade Footsteps Composition Part 1

Looking forward and looking forward to it, I finally waited for the autumn outing. This time we went to Qilin Mountain for a picnic! This makes me full of expectations.

As soon as we arrived at the picnic place, we exclaimed one after another: "Wow-wow-wow..." The excited voices came and went, because the scene in front of us was so amazing. People were surprised: every stone table was covered with a dazzling array of ingredients. There are bright red tomatoes, crystal clear shrimps, and emerald-like green vegetables... just looking at them makes you want to try them.

The teacher gave the order and all the groups began to get busy. Those who wash the pots, those who light the fires, all have their own things to do. Everyone is busy and working hard to cook the delicacies of the mountains and seas.

"Burn shrimp, roast shrimp, roast shrimp!" Someone yelled, and then Mo Qiong poured the shrimp into the pot. Alas, we, a group of cooking novices, suddenly realized when things were going wrong that we had forgotten to add water to the boiled shrimps! "Hurry up and add water!" Zhang Jinyu on the side was jumping up and down anxiously, so he simply added cup after cup of water by himself. "Eh hey hey? A big question mark appeared in our hearts. Why are the shrimps still burnt when there is water?" "Never mind, take it out of the pot. If you don't take it out of the pot, the shrimp will rot!" Guo Xiaoyu said proudly. With a wave of his hand, he looks like a child of the world who doesn't stick to trivial matters. That's right. Let's have a picnic and just go with the flow. Why tie ourselves up? It's a pity that the plate of shrimps became our test subjects.

Minced meat and eggplant, ready to be cooked. The oil was poured out and the fire was raging. Why did Zhang Jinyu, who was serving the dishes at the side, put on a cucumber face? I rushed to Zhang Jinyu and urged: "Put the minced meat in quickly!" "How to put it in?" Zhang Jinyu was confused and still at a loss. "Catch it with your hands." Guo Xiaoyu on the side couldn't stand it any longer, and quickly reminded him, "Huh? Catch it with your hands?" Zhang Jinyu was dumbfounded. No matter! I panicked and grabbed handfuls of minced meat with my hands. Alas, my hands were already covered in the smell of blood. Once it stuck, it stuck. I quickly picked up the shovel and stir-fried the eggplants. Who would have expected that after I stir-fried the eggplants for a few times, the wind kept blowing the thick smoke towards me. I had no choice but to put this heroic mission aside. Transferred to Mojon. Pour the eggplant and add water. I, a kitchen killer who is not a fan of worldly things, feel helpless when faced with a plate of eggplant. "Wow!" It seems that I have poured too much soy sauce. After the mess, a plate of eggplants that had deteriorated in color, smell and taste was transformed into a dark dish!

Perhaps Teacher Tong couldn’t stand it anymore, so he personally taught us how to cook. Everyone in our group felt very happy, after all, we could eat the dishes cooked by Teacher Tong himself. Miles! After a while, kelp bean sprouts, tomato scrambled eggs, braised hairtail... plates of fragrant dishes were placed on the table.

It’s time to eat! We all devoured the food. In the blink of an eye, the scrambled eggs with tomatoes disappeared. The braised wing tips are gone, and the tribute balls and celery are gone. Only the fruits of one's own labor taste the sweetest. Sixth Grade Footsteps Composition Part 2

The autumn air is crisp, the osmanthus is fragrant, and it is another golden autumn season.

During the National Day, my uncle drove me to Qianshan, a sacred place with Tianzhu Mountain, to hold a barbecue event. Looking out the window, the clouds are lingering in the sky, the persimmons are swaying on the treetops, and the mountains are rising and falling in the distance. It is really refreshing.

The car gradually slowed down and we arrived at our destination - the river bed of the Xihe River.

After getting out of the car, I saw an endless expanse of fine sand on the ground nearby. I looked at a wide river flowing slowly in the distance, making the sound of gurgling water. It was really a paradise on earth!

Excitedly, my sister and I rushed to the sand to test the site, found a high and flat place, and set up the oven - filled the bamboo charcoal into the center of the oven, took out half a piece of alcohol, and stuffed it in In the middle of the bamboo charcoal, the uncle took out the lighter, slapped a little on the alcohol, and the alcohol ignited.

I couldn’t wait to take out three skewers of mutton from the food box and put them on the oven. The aunt on the side suggested that the bamboo charcoal hadn’t been lit yet. It would use alcohol to grill now, and I would take the test later! So, I took off the mutton, but found that the meat had been stuck to it. I asked my aunt in confusion why the meat couldn't be taken off? oh! That’s because it’s not oiled. Try applying oil! The aunt smiled kindly. I took out the brush from the oil cup and smeared it on the mutton two or three times. Sure enough, when I lifted the mutton again, it got up obediently!

While talking and laughing, the bamboo charcoal was burning red, sparks appeared, and my sister happily shouted, let’s start the barbecue! After saying that, he put the three skewers of chicken gizzards on a shelf and grilled them seriously. I imitated my sister and leaned up, turning it over from time to time, thinking: People who grill mutton skewers will be done in a while, so my skewers will be almost done too! I couldn't help but put it into my mouth. The meat was still elastic, and a meaty smell suddenly spread in my mouth. I hurriedly drank a can of drink. Silly boy, how can the meat be good so quickly? When you see the meat turn from bright red to dark brown, prick it with a bamboo skewer. If it's still elastic, grill it! The uncle said seriously, your meat is still tender red, how can you eat it? I suddenly realized that it is really easy to see flowers but difficult to embroider!

After about twenty minutes, the meat turned dark brown and became firm. I took a bite of a piece and tasted it. It was so delicious! It just lacks a little flavor, not fragrant or spicy. I held up the mutton skewers and asked my aunt if the meat was tasteless! The aunt tasted a piece and raised the cumin powder and pepper powder: Didn't you add these two? I nodded, let me add some for you. After adding it, I tasted another piece. The meat was fragrant and tender. It was so delicious. The aroma of cumin and pepper wafted in my mouth. It was really the same as the mutton on the street. A flavor.

Looking at the first string of fruits of my labor, I couldn’t help but smile with joy.

That night, we grilled chicken wings, chicken gizzards, potatoes, yuba, sausages, three yellow croakers, ate, drank and played in the wings. Laughter filled the entire riverbed; that night, I experienced the first barbecue in my life and left my footprints on the endless riverbed; that night, I learned a life skill - barbecue, and made it in my life During the journey, I left a deep footprint. Sixth Grade Footsteps Composition Part 3

In my heart, maternal love is the fragrance of osmanthus, sweet and fragrant; in my heart, father's love is the fragrance of green grass, hearty and pure. Whenever I look for the traces of love step by step, I find that they appear and disappear, but they are everywhere.

Yesterday, the teacher asked us to go home and say "I love you" to our mother. This made me difficult. Although it is natural to express love to our parents, due to the increase of age, this kind of The words always feel a little hard to say. And now, my mother went to Siyang again to tell her face to face? impossible. Write to her? No, no, by the time the letter arrives, my mother will be back early. So is there any way to easily express "I love you" to my mother?

At this time, a text message was sent to my father’s mobile phone. Before I could read it, a good idea suddenly appeared in my mind: send a message! Yes, it’s great to be able to complete this assignment easily without being able to see the other person’s movements or expressions! So I picked up my dad's cell phone and touched the keys one by one. The five short words "Mom, I love you" were quickly sent to my mother. Haha, you’re done! What message will my mother send me next? I began to have a wonderful daydream. It's a pity that 10 minutes have passed, 20 minutes have passed, 30 minutes have passed... Mom still didn't reply.

She must have forgotten to put her phone on her, right? Otherwise, why wouldn't you reply? I was a little disappointed, so I returned to the dinner table and finished my dinner without any taste.

Dad asked me: "What's wrong with you?" I told him everything. After hearing this, my father smiled and said, "Do you still need to express my love for you?" Yes, whenever I am sick, my mother's anxious look tells me "I love you"; whenever I make a mistake Whenever my mother makes breakfast for me in the morning, her skillful movements express "I love you" to me... From childhood to adulthood, how many words have been said to me? "I love you" was conveyed to me by my mother in a silent way. Thinking of this, my eyes became moist. When I lay in bed, there were still two lines of tears on my face.

The next morning, my father told me that my mother had written back and it said: I love you very much too! Oh, love, is by my side, always and everywhere! Sixth Grade Footprints Composition Part 4

Everyone has experienced growth. In the process of growing up, there is childishness and joy, but of course there is also sadness and pain. Sometimes you will be so happy that you can't sleep all night in bed because of a happy thing that happened while growing up. Sometimes you will hide in a corner and cry secretly because of a sad thing. It is in this sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy five-flavor bottle that you gradually grow up, become wiser, and gradually understand the truth of life.

In the wonderful growth, the most unforgettable and sad thing for me was that quarrel, that time of beating and scolding.

That night, I was lying on the bed and fell asleep. Suddenly, the sound of breaking ceramics woke me up. Then my father's voice came: "Since you are unhappy with me and feel that it has made you miserable, that's great! Let's go our separate ways and get divorced now!" I couldn't help but feel startled. No wonder my parents had it this morning. None of them looked very good, and they paid no attention to anyone. While eating breakfast, my brother accidentally dropped his spoon on the floor, and his mother yelled at him fiercely. The poor brother sat on the floor and burst into tears. Normally, my father would have come to comfort my brother, but today my father was just the opposite. He actually added fuel to the fire and scolded me along with my mother. When I saw this, I hurriedly finished eating and went to school, fearing that I would be beaten and scolded by my brother in the same way. Will the quarrel between Mom and Dad tonight have something to do with it? I quietly put on my slippers and pushed open the door a little. I saw my dad raising another cup and throwing it at my mother's feet. "Bang" the cup broke. It was okay. Mom hides quickly or she gets hurt. My mother got angry and pointed at my father and scolded me: "You are mentally ill! You want a divorce, right? OK, just divorce! Whoever is afraid of whom!" I couldn't help but have a cold war: "No, mom and dad, don't get divorced. !What will my brother and I do if you leave?!" I cried and walked to the bed, covered myself with the quilt and cried "woo woo".

It was late at night, and intermittent sobbing came from my ears. I could tell it was my mother. She was lying next to me and kept saying: "Binbin, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." My heart felt like I had drank a whole bottle of vinegar, sour and bitter. It's so uncomfortable. Finally, I couldn't help it anymore, grabbed the pillow and cried on the same bed with my mother. Our tears soaked the pillow cover.

That night was the most painful and sadd time in my growth process. But the next day I burst into tears and laughed - my parents reconciled for my brother, me and myself, and they loved us even more. My brother and I became the healing agent for their wounds. Ah, I hope this never happens again. Sixth Grade Footsteps Composition Part 5

Whenever my baby tooth falls on the tip of my tongue, I always rinse it carefully and store it in a unique box. When you open the box, you can see the baby teeth. What I still remember most is the fall of the first baby tooth. My mother said that it was a sign that I started to grow up.

I remember it was when I was in kindergarten. One day, I suddenly felt one of my front teeth shaking slightly. I curiously put the tip of my tongue to the side of the tooth and licked it gently. I only felt that the root of the tooth was itchy and... It hurts, what's going on? A little scared, but also a little curious. I felt like Columbus discovered the New World. After school, when I saw my mother, I ran over and said, "Mom, my teeth are dancing, look!" As I said that, I touched the shaky tooth with the tip of my tongue.

"But why does it still hurt?" "Silly boy, you need to change your teeth!" Mom smiled and touched my head and said softly. "Tooth replacement? What is tooth replacement?" "You will understand in a few days." My mother even gave me a break.

In the days that followed, I observed it every day. Finally one day, the tooth couldn’t hold on anymore and was shaking violently, but it seemed to be still struggling, but in the end it couldn’t withstand the attack of my greedy mouth. , this deciduous tooth was finally laid off. When this tooth fell into my hand, I was so scared! So I went to find my mother again. "Silly boy, your growth begins with this tooth." I remembered it vaguely.

After a while, my mother said, "Come on, open your mouth, and let me see your teeth." "What's so good about my teeth"? I asked curiously. After opening my mouth, my mother looked at it for a while and then brought a mirror and said, "Child, take a look for yourself!" I looked at the mirror and opened my mouth, Huh? New teeth! My new teeth have grown in! I told my mother loudly and happily!

"People grow throughout their lives, and teeth are no exception." Mom said.

"Yeah!" I know.

My first baby tooth fell out and came back. My young body is growing slowly, isn't my mind growing too? As you grow older, some ideas will be discarded over time, and better and better ideas will grow in your heart.

Each deciduous tooth records my growth. As the deciduous teeth are slowly replaced, the footprints of my growth are also deeply left in my heart. Sixth Grade Footsteps Composition Part 6

In late autumn, the afterglow of summer still remains. The chirping of frogs and insects gradually faded away, leaving only the chilling cicada whistling its music on the willow trees. There are a few residual loads on the water, and the mature lotus awnings are beginning to wake up from their summer dreams. Roses and roses exhale their fragrance before they wither, continuing their youthful beauty in the cold autumn wind. "A burst of autumn rain and a burst of coolness", we follow the traces of autumn and look for the footprints of autumn.

As soon as I got on the bus, I felt a good mood come over me. As soon as the car drove out of the school gate, I seemed to be hit by the breeze. We talked and laughed all the way, but we forgot to smell the breath of late autumn.

Walking into the children's park, a green lawn with a few hints of yellow came into view. From a distance, the green of the lawn seems to be still full of vitality, and there is no trace of the appearance of autumn. After walking in, I realize that the green of the lawn has entered its twilight years. In fact, autumn has long since left its appearance here.

It is our nature to love excitement, and the most exciting pirate ship has naturally become our first choice. There was something strange about a huge ship, and we scrambled to get on board. At the beginning, the boat was still swaying low and left, and the autumn wind blew into my body, and I felt refreshed. But then, the boat swayed more and more, and got higher and higher, like a pendulum. The feeling of shaking up was okay, but when I rushed down, a huge centrifugal force made my heart start to tremble. It turned out that I just didn't dare to look at the ground and thought the sky was suddenly so close to me. But when I reached the highest point, I didn't even dare to look at the sky. I buried my face deeply in my arms and only heard myself. His shouts were mixed with the shouts of others, and with the call of the wind, it seemed to shake the sky. When I got off the pirate ship, I felt a little dizzy. Wang Zhuosheng's face turned pale and he shouted: "It's so uncomfortable! I will never take a pirate ship again!"

Then, we went again. I took the "Flying for Two" ride. This originally exciting game was just fun after taking the "Pirate Ship" ride. When I rose, I once again felt that the autumn sky was as blue as the sea, as if it had been washed by autumn rain. The white clouds are like a sailing boat, floating slowly.

The most romantic and warmest thing is probably the "elevated car". Sitting on a high car, you feel like walking on the clouds. You can either look at the autumn scenery in the distance; or you can have a bird's eye view of the river like a giant; perhaps you can also appreciate the scene of "swan geese coming from the north" and The withering away of "one year old and one withered prosperity". There is really a feeling of "being at the top of the mountain and seeing all the small mountains at a glance".

But what we want to have fun is excitement! But this is not a good thing. It actually caused a "ten-collision traffic accident"; the last elevated vehicle hit the previous elevated vehicle at a very fast speed. Due to inertia and impulsiveness, I hit the previous elevated car again, so that one car after another hit me. When it hit me, I felt a pain in my back, but I was fine again. In order to avoid a similar accident from happening again, we all stepped on the elevated car and rushed back to the starting point in one breath. We forgot to take a look and appreciate the autumn scenery of Longchuan Park.

The "Carousel" is so noble and elegant, just like a daughter who has been deeply influenced by a lady's education, exuding elegance.

The craziest thing is the "rotating float". We sat on it, and as if it was not exciting enough, we stood up one after another and shouted loudly, giving us a feeling of spreading our wings and flying. Those loud shouts shouted out the sorrow in our hearts and the white doves of youth. I don’t know who started it, but our group of young boys and girls sang songs heartily. The teacher didn't stop her either. As the saying goes, "Teachers should be the watchmen of adolescence and don't disturb the white pigeons of adolescence." Afterwards, Wang Zhuosheng said to us: "Those who know say you are singing, but those who don't know think you are crazy!" So, we are crazy enough, but as Dante said, "Go your own way and let others say Go.”

In Longchuan Park, the traces of autumn can be seen everywhere, in the falling leaves, in the withered haystacks, in the blooming autumn chrysanthemums, and in the fiery red maple leaves. In our children's hearts, but also in our laughter. The footprints of autumn seem to have washed away troubles in my mind and sublimated happiness to my soul! Sixth Grade Footprints Composition 7

At the entrance of the classroom, the most attractive thing is the cultural display board. Post the works of your classmates. This thing is available in every classroom, but the content displayed is different. The teacher of our class uniquely set the theme as the footprints of growth. Yes, during the six years of primary school life, there have been so many ups and downs along the way. I have learned from the sourness and grown from the taste. Who can not gain anything? The exquisitely crafted works are the best testimony.

That day, the teacher handed out a blank sheet of paper, and everyone hurriedly started to take action. I'm also thinking about what to use as a background. When I was racking my brains, a sudden inspiration flashed, and a beautiful picture of a little girl blowing bubbles came into my mind. bubble? Yes, use this! With bubbles flying all over the sky as the background, you can write in the middle of the bubbles, and the theme is Colorful Childhood. I couldn't help but be delighted with my idea, and then I started to draw. I drew a cute girl in a dress in a small corner, blowing bubbles, and then filled two-thirds of the drawing with bubbles of different sizes. , and then specially set up a few extra-large bubbles for writing, then write the title in cursive characters, add some background, and it is the outline. As for copying, the teacher said that you can write your own honors. Of course, I have to think carefully about these. In the past six years, I have countless honors. Three good students, excellent essays, evaluated in school competitions... Suddenly I felt like I was a millionaire. The last step is coloring, and carefully writing my name in a corner, done! I still feel pretty good about myself.

Soon, these drawings were selected by the teacher and posted in the classroom or display column, which also attracted the attention of many students. After class, I went to watch it excitedly and couldn't help but marvel at the creativity of our classmates. Some have a romantic starry sky in the background, with a series of chubby stars painted on it; some have a theme of one step at a time, so pairs of little feet are added from childhood to adulthood; some have a rainbow homepage, so more colorful colors are used; Some simply match black and white. The only two colors are not monotonous in the clever combination, but are exceptionally harmonious... The content is also rich and colorful, not only outstanding honors, but also various mistakes, as small as fights. Being on the blacklist can be as serious as skipping school due to homework. I have to admit that this is also a kind of growth.

Some wrote farewell poems, while others took the opportunity to belittle their deskmates. The words "enemies on the 38th line" and "cheating tools in the exam room" made people laugh hard, but in the end they found out that this was Isn’t it just me and that him or her? Some wrote down the comparison of the height and weight between the first grade and the present time, but it made people feel emotional. It was really like "passing away like a man, regardless of day or night"! Some borrowed the lyrics "In the beginning, we were all children; in the end, we longed to become angels...", but it was more about commemorating friendship, "We were together and created miracles together, no matter where We are going to be separated for one day, please don’t cry, I won’t cry”...

The students in the next class passed by and stopped to admire it. After seeing it, they left noisily. And who can say that this is not a growing experience? Looking at these pictures that record every bit of the past, even now, I still want to say one more thing: We are growing! Sixth Grade Footsteps Composition Part 8

Spring is finally here. Smiling between heaven and earth, so bright and brilliant. The breath of winter has not yet dissipated, but buds have already grown on both sides of the road. I am extremely amazed that there is such vitality in this world.

In this season, people can clearly feel the warm atmosphere. It is the season to wake up all things. The earth rubs its sleepy eyes, the river rises, and the sun’s face becomes red. Get up. The delicate and lovely green leaves are small, fine and dense. From a distance, the green leaves look like small buds. The little winter jasmine flowers are like colorful crystals, which always remind me of the bunches of delicious, sweet and watery purple grapes. They are so tiny, but they contain the whole spring inside. I often feel that I am just a grass, always enjoying the maternal love and strength given to me by the land. Although there is a cold spring, no matter where you are, there is still a touch of light yellow. Children come out to play, chase and fight. They step on the soft and green grass accompanied by the soft wind brought by the spring girl. Miss Chun's slender hands caressed our cheeks, like a mother, giving us gentle care and dispelling the depression in our hearts. At this moment, I deeply felt the comfort, coolness and intoxication of the spring breeze. It was like the bright spring scenery and the revival of all things!

In the park, hundreds of flowers are blooming and the fragrance is fragrant. Walking under the bright spring light makes people feel happy. Spring is warm.

At this time, all the flowers, plants, and creatures in the world began to slowly revive. Because there is a power called life flowing slowly, infecting all the creatures that have not yet awakened, causing them to finally wake up from their sleep. The old leaves on the willow trees have already been covered with a year's worth of dust, making them look increasingly feeble and old, not to mention leisurely and elegant. But above the old leaves, there is a bright green color - those are new leaves. That feeble life burns unbridled under a ray of faint sunshine in spring. The green water, the blue sky, and a few long white clouds constitute this beautiful picture - spring.

"Mom, Mom, hurry up!" My sister and I shouted happily, waiting for our mother to take us to the beautiful park to climb the mountain. In the process of climbing, we saw a lot of winter jasmine flowers along the way. They were in full bloom, and they all wanted to leave their beautiful faces in the world. I seemed to be in the world of flowers, and these scenes made us excited. We always like to pick those beautiful little flowers, and both of us have our hands full. We ran in front, and my mother followed behind. From time to time, we shouted: "You two run slower, mom walks slower." We looked at mom panting and couldn't help but laugh. When we got home, we took out the most beautiful vase, put flowers in it, and decorated it. In this way, we can see the beautiful spring flowers in an instant. Placed on the windowsill, it looks like a lifelike and charming painting, making people intoxicated.

The affection of the land for the grass is not only the constant supply of nutrients, but also the hard work behind it. Just like the grass pulled out by people misses the unknown land.

This spring has given me too many emotions, too many truths, and too many ideas.

It allowed me to add a lot of knowledge that is not in the textbook. My heart feels as sweet as eating candied dates.

Although this spring is sometimes cloudy and sometimes sunny, which makes people feel very strange, the vitality is revealed everywhere, and the tension of life cannot be concealed even if it is cold.

This spring is different from the past. Sixth Grade Footprints Composition Part 9

Spring is here, and every corner of the earth is full of the breath of spring, leaving the footprints of spring. Look at the wicker branches with goose-yellow leaves. Looking from a distance, the tall wicker branches look like a graceful girl. You see, the grass has also woken up from its deep sleep, stuck out its green little head, and looked curiously at the world. The grass suddenly took on a new look, as if it had been put on a green coat, so beautiful. "Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp," the birds sang the cheerful "Song of Spring" passionately.

We feel the breath of spring, bathe in the sunshine of spring, and our hearts begin to ripple with the surge of spring. Today we are going to look for the traces of spring in the bamboo forest - the bamboo shoots that have not yet appeared. Taking steps as cheerful as spring and humming spring songs leisurely, we came to a deep bamboo forest. The air in the bamboo forest is filled with the fragrance of bamboo leaves, with the chill of winter and the breath of spring. On the ground covered with a thick layer of bamboo leaves, some bamboo shoots have sprouted a little pointed heads, and some have grown slim. I really marveled at the sensitive "smell" and tenacious "combat power" of this bamboo shoot.

Looking at the attractive bamboo forest all over the mountain, imagining the taste of crisp and delicious spring bamboo shoots, we all began to look for the target - the spring bamboo shoots that have not yet emerged. Alas, the thick bamboo leaves were loosely covering the soil, and there was no trace of the spring bamboo shoots at all. I really doubted whether the spring bamboo shoots were asleep and didn't realize that spring had arrived, but looking at the spring bamboo shoots that had already appeared, I denied my suspicion.

Seeing that others had already harvested several spring bamboo shoots, but I had harvested nothing, I was extremely anxious and thought to myself: Could these bamboo shoots smell my scent and avoid me on purpose? Otherwise, how could it be possible? Why can't you find bamboo shoots? So I changed my strategy. Instead of searching like a minesweeper, I "swept" all the covered bamboo leaves like a carpet. After unremitting efforts, I finally saw the pointed bamboo shoots, and I quickly took out a small hoe to dig them. Although the bamboo shoot heads are visible, the soil tightly wraps the bamboo shoot's body, and it is not easy to dig out the entire bamboo shoot intact. Although I knew it was a difficult task, I was still very happy. I thought: This bamboo shoot must be very big. We must dig it out. When we go back to cook the bamboo shoot soup, we can also braise the bamboo shoot. The taste must be good. ! We found a few classmates and we started digging together. We held our breath and dug hard, digging hard, and crystal beads of sweat fell from our cheeks. The deeper we dug, the more energetic we dug, and the happier we became. Slowly, a whole bamboo shoot finally revealed its true appearance in Lushan. Looking at the "white and fat" body of the bamboo shoot, we all laughed from ear to ear. While holding the dug bamboo shoots, we shouted loudly: "We dug it out, dug it out."

The whole bamboo forest echoed with our happy laughter and shouts...

Spring brings us warmth and hope. "The plan for a year lies in spring." While we are feeling the beautiful spring, don't forget to sow seeds in spring and sow hope for the year.