Composition of senior citizens in grade six

In daily study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. The composition must focus on the theme and elaborate on the same theme. Don't ramble, the theme is lax or even without a theme. In order to make your writing easier and more convenient, the following are the sixth-grade compositions of the elderly collected by me for reference only. Welcome to reading.

There are some casual things in the old man's sixth-grade composition 1, which will never be forgotten by me.

One day, I was walking alone on my way home, carrying a heavy schoolbag on my body, and my pace couldn't help speeding up. It's almost time to go home. At an intersection more than ten meters away from my home, an old man stood there and smiled at me. I can't help looking around, and I see pupils who are similar to me in twos and threes, leisurely. I guess the old man may come to pick up his grandson or granddaughter! I didn't care much, just walked by myself and never looked at the old man again. Suddenly, an old voice came into my ears: "Son, have you come back from school?" Are you tired? "I looked up blankly. It was the old man talking to me with a smile. I thought: maybe the old man mistook me for someone else. However, since he asked me this question, he must answer it. Otherwise, wouldn't it be rude? I hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yes! School is very early today. " My heart can't help trembling: how can I say such a thing to such a complete stranger? In normal times, I would never say a word. Just when I was ambivalent, I heard the old man talking to a pupil. I was immediately convinced that the old man must have mistaken me for someone else. However, the pupils ignored the old man and left without looking back. I'm even more confused. How can this old man recognize his grandchildren again and again?

In the evening, I told my mother about it. My mother told me that the old man is probably a lonely old man, but he likes children very much, so he often greets them at intersections. A warm current can't help flowing into my heart, and the figure of the old man keeps emerging in front of my eyes-gray-haired, wearing a retro hat and leaning on crutches, bending down to greet every passing child kindly.

My grandmother is a retired cadre. She is over sixty years old, but she has black hair and looks young. Grandma is not tall, very gentle and does things very neatly. She buys food, cooks and sends me to school. She keeps everything in order at home. What makes me admire my grandmother is her filial piety to the elderly.

Our old lady is almost ninety years old. She can't take care of herself because of Alzheimer's disease. She is totally dependent on the care of her family. Both mom and dad have to go to work, and the old woman gets the most care from her grandmother. Once, grandma brought water and towels to wash the old woman's feet. I saw grandma help the old woman take off her socks first, then put her feet in the water, then massage the old woman and chat with her while massaging. Just as she was about to finish washing, the old woman suddenly raised her arm and waved it at grandma's head. 1 of "pa", grandma's half face suddenly turned red. Grandma is not angry. She touched her red face, leaned forward and asked the old woman what was wrong and comforted her softly. After a long time, the old woman finally calmed down and went back to her room to rest.

Seeing this scene, I feel a little strange. The old woman beat grandma for no reason, but grandma was not angry at all. If I am beaten by others, I will jump with anger. I walked quickly to my grandmother and asked, "Grandma, doesn't it hurt for the old woman to hit you?" Why don't you blame her? "

Grandma smiled and said, "Of course it hurts, but she didn't mean it. This is because she is ill. "

I thought about it, and then asked, "The old woman is our elder, so we should respect her and be filial to her. Is grandma like this? "

"Yes!" Grandma smiled happily!

In the future, I will take care of her and grandpa like grandma takes care of grandma.

Grandpa is ill. Once upon a time, grandpa, who was strong and talkative, was tied up because he couldn't move in a small bed.

Looking at the sky, a row of crimson is spreading.

In the third grade. Grandpa takes care of our lives every day. He cooks and washes for us every day, teaches us ethics and affection, and tells us the truth of being a man. The family talked and laughed, and the wrinkles on grandpa's eyebrows were lengthened. We had a good time with grandpa's laughter.

Fourth grade. As usual, grandpa still takes care of us, but without his usual laughter. Today we are going to build a house and take my brother to the hospital tomorrow ... Grandpa's life is much busier. One day, I asked inexplicably, "Grandpa, why don't you accompany us to do our homework?" "Grandpa is old, you are all grown up!" Grandpa said with a smile. "Oh." I didn't know there was a trace of sadness in grandpa's smile.

The sun outside seems a little dim, not so bright red and dazzling.

It's already the fifth grade. My brother and I started boarding school and can only go home once a month.

Grandpa had a stroke and the news exploded like a bolt from the blue. I realized that grandpa could no longer take care of us. Grandpa can no longer accompany us every day and sing happily. He can no longer get up early and get greedy every day, buy us breakfast and cook supper ... when he comes home on holiday, he finds his grandfather lying in bed and really becomes a patient! Grandpa is no longer the healthy grandfather, with silver hair instead of black hair and sideburns. Those not too many wrinkles have turned into deep grooves. When we came back, grandpa still had a loving smile on his face and talked with us about his study and family, but his voice was old and weak, and there was always a silence in the conversation.

Looking up again, I found that the sunset had hidden into the mountains and the sky was dark. I don't know when, tears hung on my cheeks. Has the sun set? Grandpa is old? I suddenly woke up in confusion. The sunset brought us beautiful scenery. Where is grandpa's love?

Thinking about it, I got up and ran in the direction of home. ...

A cat lies at the old man's feet, and the lazy sun shines on it. He stretched lazily and half-squinted. I really can't tell whether he is asleep or awake. Maybe it makes no difference to him.

Only cats are always so lazy. It always moves only in the old man's yard, just like a lazy tramp. Adults call it laziness because they don't understand. ...

The lonely cat is very old, as old as the old witch in the fairy tale, and as lonely as the old witch. It is always lazy on the surface, but its eyes are very complicated. It always shows a kind of lonely sadness. Its eyes are deep and there are things like tears in them.

Only cats like watching TV, especially with old people. No matter what program it is, he likes it. Even if the TV becomes a black-and-white quarrel, he will accompany the old people, and the two are so silent-speechless.

Old people are lazy, as lazy as cats. Every day at sunset, the lonely cat lies at the old man's feet, half squinting, looking lonely, but full of smiles. Sunlight unscrupulously dyed the old man and the lonely cat golden yellow, and then retreated.

The old man's eyes are also lonely, and there is an unspeakable loneliness in his eyes. His presbyopia always looks so pure and monotonous, but it is so dull.

The cat squatted at the old man's feet alone, day after day.

Grandma, grandma, the voices of young children echoed in my ears, and grandma's granddaughter came back.

Grandma walked quickly to the car. Her legs looked particularly strong.

The cat ran to the car alone. Its four legs were very strong.

So, there is this picture:

The old man is holding his little granddaughter in his arms, and the little granddaughter is holding a cat in her arms. The background is golden, happy and smiling.

My grandfather is short and fat. He has black eyes and bushy eyebrows. He is very amiable. My grandfather is still a nosy old man.

Lens one

Our neighbor's water pipe is leaking, and there is disgusting black water flowing out. Nobody wants to help our neighbor fix it. After my grandfather learned about it, he picked up the toolbox and went to the neighbor's house without saying anything, and began to repair it. Grandpa squatted on the ground and his expression became serious. He picked up a wrench, twisted it a few times and poured out all the black water. After a while, clear water came out. Neighbor uncle said: "You are still awesome! Look at me, I can't do anything, thank you uncle. " Grandpa said, "Nothing. Call me if you have anything in the future."

Lens 2

My grandfather's friend's grandson was ill, and something happened at home. Grandpa goes to the hospital to buy him breakfast every day. My mother finally couldn't help saying, "Dad, he's not your grandson. What do you spend so much money for? " You have never spent so much money for your grandson, and you have never taken care of him like this. "Grandpa argued," what do you know? He is my friend's grandson. "After his illness, he bought a lot of fruits and supplements for my grandfather, thanking him for his long-term care, but he didn't want anything.

Lens 3

My neighbor has something at home. Because there are many vegetables planted in the yard, he is afraid of being stolen and at a loss. My grandfather said he could watch it for him, but the neighbors were really embarrassed to disturb the old man. My grandfather jokingly said, "I promise not to take a dish." My neighbor had to entrust the vegetable field to my grandfather. After the neighbors left, grandpa got up early every day and wandered around the vegetable fields. Sometimes grandpa eats at home, thinking that he may not have watered it, he puts down his chopsticks and goes to the vegetable field. He is really more diligent than people who go to work. Grandpa didn't retire until the neighbor came back. In the meantime, even I dare not set foot in vegetable fields easily.

This is my grandfather, a nosy old man. I always admire him and want to learn from his nosy spirit.

Every time I think of the scene in the cold winter and the amiable and respectable old man, I feel admired.

It was a cold winter evening, the north wind was blowing, and people hurried home wrapped in coats. I carried my schoolbag, took off my sneakers and walked step by step. The hateful wind kept drilling into the hole, and I was shivering with cold. I was complaining about this pair of shoes when, suddenly, I saw an old man mending shoes in the corner pick up his toolbox and prepare to go home. I had an idea: I might as well mend my shoes. I can't wait to run up and ask, "Grandpa, can you help me repair my shoes?" The old man looked at the whistling sky in the cold wind, then at my shoes and said, "OK!" " "The old man sat down again, opened the toolbox, picked up my shoes and mended them. I carefully looked at the old man: gray hair, wrinkled black face, a pair of muddy eyes, probably because of long-term work in repairing shoes, covered with cocoons and red with cold. I saw him put his shoes between his legs, with a needle in his right hand and a thread in his left. He struggled to sew the needle and blew air into his hand from time to time. By this time, the shoes had been mended, but he didn't stop. He sewed another one and said, "son, you can't do it without being strong." "

After the shoes were repaired, I asked him how much it was. The old man held out three fingers wrapped in tape. "What, three dollars?" "Thirty cents." I was shocked and quickly paid for it, but it was only 20 cents for half a day. Oh, no, I forgot my money. what can I do? The old man looked at me anxiously and said with a smile, "Forget it." I heard a stone fall to the ground. I asked the old man, "You charge so cheaply, I'm afraid you can't earn a few dollars a day?" "There is no charge for anything. I am idle at home. It is also convenient for people to come out to mend shoes! " I put on my shoes, said "thank you" and left.

I took a few steps, turned around and saw the old man packing his toolbox and going home. A warm current was boiling from the soles of his feet to his heart. ...

A few weeks ago, I bought a long-awaited book The Old Man and the Sea.

The story is wonderful: on a small island in a foreign country, there are many fishermen. One of them didn't catch a fish for 84 days, while others always returned with full loads, but he never gave up and firmly believed that he would catch a marlin. This time, he went to sea again. After many days at sea, he finally caught a big tuna, weighing more than 4 thousand Jin. The old man dragged the big tuna on the sea and sailed hard. He is hungry. The poor old man had to eat stinking flag shovels and bloody flying fish. His fate is unfair. On the way back to the island, sharks ate more than 4,000 kilograms of big fish in succession, and the old man finally brought back only a huge fish skeleton.

The old man has been fighting against fate: fate didn't let him catch fish, but he did. Fate didn't let him successfully bring back the big fish, so he let the dominant shark in the sea eat all the fish he caught, but the old man tried his best to fight with the shark. Although he failed to defeat the shark in the end, he has been fighting against the unfair fate! This indomitable and persistent spirit is worth learning.

After reading this book, I can't help thinking of Hawking who is physically disabled and determined. The doctor said Hawking could only live for two years. He is in his twenties, but he won't give in to fate. He wants to continue to explore and serve mankind. Although he only has three fingers to move, he didn't blame fate, but fought against it and eventually became a giant of science. What a convincing life!

The air in Qinghai Plateau is thin, and clods will dry into pieces in summer and drip into ice in winter. However, there is a kind of willow-red willow! This willow can survive by breaking a willow and inserting it into the soil. This willow can grow in such a harsh environment because it is unwilling to give in to the harsh environment.

Many of us will wait for an unfair fate. We can't be intimidated by fate, otherwise you will be mediocre and worthless, so we must learn to fight against unfair fate!

On Sunday morning, I dreamed a beautiful dream comfortably in a gentle village. I was suddenly awakened by the intermittent cries of selling. It's a hemp ball seller again. This cry will be heard every morning, and it will ring at a fixed time, almost an alarm clock! I am a person who advocates "the sanctity of sleep", especially on Sundays. I want to have a good sleep, so I hate this vendor.

At this time, I couldn't stand the peddling, got up in a hurry and decided to see who this peddler was. Originally, I thought the peddler selling hemp balls must be a dirty and broken man, but I was surprised. The peddler selling hemp balls in front of me turned out to be a neat old man in camouflage clothes! It can be seen from his face that he has experienced many vicissitudes, with a pair of deep eyes and a straight nose under a pair of heavy eyebrows, and a clean beard.

I think the old man may have a poor family and have to sell hemp balls for a living. I suddenly want to help the old man and buy more of his hemp balls. When I was ready to go home, the old man took the initiative to say hello to me: "Little friend, you forgot to take the money back!" " "I hurried back, and the old man returned the money to me." If you like it, I will give you another one! ""The old man gave me another hemp ball. This makes me very moved. I feel the integrity, kindness and generosity of the elderly, and I also understand that the most important thing between people is honesty!

Looking at the old man's drifting back, I muttered to myself, "I have gained so much today, not only have so many hemp balls to eat, but also learned to be honest and tolerant!" " "

That is, since this Sunday, my view of this "evil" vendor has changed dramatically.

Dear Santa Claus:

Hello!

I am a pupil in Class 6 (1) of Gengnong Primary School in Zhengzhou City, Henan Province, China. On the occasion of Christmas, I would like to extend my heartfelt greetings and blessings to you!

I am a "small stamp fan" who loves collecting stamps. I have collected many China stamps, but there are no foreign ones. I really hope to get a Canadian stamp. If you can realize my wish, I will thank you at Thanksgiving next year.

Santa Claus, do you know? You are an amazing and kind old man in the eyes of children. You are wearing a red robe, a red hat and a gray beard. Every Christmas, you drive a deer-drawn sleigh from the north, enter each house through the chimney, put Christmas presents in socks and hang them on the children's bedside or in front of the stove to bring them happiness. You sent a happy and beautiful gift. You walked all the way, leaving children laughing all the way.

Christmas is becoming more and more popular in China. At the moment, beautiful Christmas trees and colorful lights can be seen everywhere in the shop, and familiar music "jingle bells" floats out from the shop window from time to time. Santa Claus, I really hope you can read this letter I wrote to you and let you know that in the far east-China, there is a teenager with dreams and hopes who is braving the wind and waves on his life path and heading for the other side of the goal. ...

I sincerely hope that you can reply to me in spite of your busy schedule!

Wish you all the best.

Health and longevity! Have fun!

A pupil in China: xxx

20xx May 18

10 Caring is a sky, giving people infinite hope, caring is a forest, giving people infinite freshness; Caring is a bright light that illuminates people's bright future. There are many people around us who need to be concerned.

Old people in nursing homes need our care very much. The old people there were deeply traumatized and hit. They stay in the house all day, life is boring and there is not much happiness.

During the winter vacation, I once went to a nursing home, where it seemed very quiet and all around seemed to be full of loneliness. I think: the old people here must be very lonely and sad.

Further inside, I saw an aunt nursing an old woman. The old man is thin and has many wrinkles on his face. There are not many memories left, including a big headscarf and a thick gray cotton-padded jacket. She sat in a long wooden chair and looked at her aunt in front. Aunt holding a small porcelain bowl, while walking, while blowing the porridge in the bowl with the breath of small pieces. She walked up to the old man, gently picked up the bowl, grinned, cut her fluffy short hair, and carefully fed the porridge in the bowl into the old man's mouth. The old man is always pouting. She has no teeth. The old people ate one by one, and the aunt asked, "Is it delicious?" And the old man always smiles and nods. I thought this was the old man's daughter, but when I looked at my aunt's uniform, I was surprised-the volunteer in the nursing home ... I remembered the tears in my eyes, wiped them away with my hands and smiled. I see more and more volunteers, some serving tea, some massaging their backs, cutting their nails, peeling and peeling apples. ...

Student: Pay more attention to the people around you who need love and give them love. Love makes the world more beautiful and harmonious.