Diary of grade six

Time flies, and the day is coming to an end. I believe everyone has gained a lot in this day. Why don't you write a diary now? How to keep a diary can attract more attention? The following is my carefully compiled diary of grade six. Welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. Diary of Grade Six 1

Time passed, and I became a sixth-grade primary school student. In this semester, I not only learned a lot, but also realized a lot.

Every morning, the dry and boring four classes make people yawn. Math: When the multiplier is greater than 1, the product is greater than the multiplicand ... Language: The way to do this problem is ... English: Now commenting and practicing ... can be described as tireless or extremely annoying.

after lunch, go back to the dormitory to sleep. My eyes are always closed, and there is always an inexplicable emptiness in my heart. By dinner time, I was walking on the road with my friends, chatting all the way, and my sulking seemed to be cooled by the evening breeze.

Of course, this ordinary study and life is full of joys and sorrows.

I remember that once, the school selected a small model of filial piety and respect for the elderly, and I was elected. The selection rule is that students choose. I kept stopping them, but they wouldn't listen. When I got that award, I couldn't help feeling guilty. However, I have also become a lot filial since then.

another time, it was a summer camp. At that time, the school organized us to have a picnic in the wild. We children, who have never really come into contact with nature, are jumping around. We organized a good division of labor, Xiaoxing and Xiaoxin went to fetch water, and the rest were responsible for the fire and cooking. After we prepared the materials, we began to work. We put some oil into the pot and scored some eggs. After a period of earth-shaking, a pot of delicious gold scrambled eggs was served. Later, several dishes were cooked, and during the process, everyone squatted by the stove to fan the fire. As it was the first time, everyone was teared by the thick smoke, and I was no exception.

There are many things to talk about, but they are unforgettable memories.

Childhood will leave me. Although these memories of the sixth grade this semester are not very interesting, they are still locked tightly in my mind, and they will be my precious treasure forever. Diary of Grade 6 2

Today, my parents and I went fishing in the fishing field.

we first went to the seaside ferry to take a sea boat, and the boat left soon after boarding. There is a cool sea breeze blowing head-on, seagulls are flying around the sea, and they also skim the sea from time to time to catch fish. Seeing this, I really want to turn into a seagull and fly to the fishing ground. Soon, we went ashore and our family went to the fishing ground. We walked to the river, and mother took out the bait and put it on the hook. I picked up the fishing rod and threw the hook into the river. After a while, the red dot began to move up and down, but it didn't move for a while. I pulled it up and saw that the bait was eaten by the fish, but the fish didn't take the bait. Dad's side also had a "poor record" and the fish got away. Mother put bait on us again and put it in the lake. This time, mother put more bait. After a while, I not only saw the red dot moving up and down, but also saw that the fish was spitting bubbles. I accidentally forgot the danger and bit it down. "hooked!" I let out a cry when I saw the red dot sink, and quickly pulled it up. Unfortunately, the fish was too heavy and I pulled it away. I was so angry that I picked up the fishing rod without bait and paddled around in the river. I lifted it and caught a shrimp fry. I hung the shrimps on the hook as bait. At this moment, dad's cry came from the side, "Take the bait! On the

hook! " Dad pulled the fishing rod up, and mom put the fish in the fish basket, and accidentally < P > let the fish jump into the river again, which made our family say that there was a fish essence in the river!

we didn't lose heart and went on fishing. I put the hook down, and it's very lively. The fish in the river scrambled to eat shrimps, so I took the opportunity to pull the fishing rod and kill two birds with one stone-I caught two fish. Mother carefully put the fish in the fish basket. Finally, we caught 11 fish!

I am so happy today! Diary of Grade 6 3

Today, I suddenly got excited and wanted to learn how to stir-fry powder, so I did my homework when I got home. I asked my father, "Can you teach me how to stir-fry powder?" "Well, good." Dad readily agreed. My father and I came to the kitchen, and I couldn't wait to turn on the gas. Red, orange, cyan, blue and four-color flames burned around the pot. When the pot was hot, I threw the powder in, but when I started frying with a spatula, I found that the surface of the powder under it was burnt and stuck to the pot. Oh, no! I thought: why do you stick to the pot? I looked at it carefully. "No oil!" I picked up the oil bottle and poured it in a hurry, but it was confiscated, and I poured too much oil. I thought, forget it, it's too much! I started to stir-fry the powder. At this moment, I thought of the action of the great chef on TV, picking up the pot and stirring it. So I learned to do the same. As a result, I only stirred it a few times, and one-seventh of the powder was spilled outside. Hey, don't learn it, the more you learn, the worse it gets.

I summed up the lesson just now, and began to stir-fry seriously. After a while, I put a series of seasonings such as salt, chicken essence, spicy and fresh, and bean sauce. I thought: I put soy sauce in the snacks outside. So I also put soy sauce, didn't fry for a while, and thought; All right! He picked up one with chopsticks and tasted it. "Why is this taste so weak? Not enough seasoning? " I tasted another one. "It tastes so heavy!" After thinking for a moment, it turned out that the seasoning was not mixed well, so I couldn't help it. Keep frying! Fried-fried, after a few minutes, finally fried.

I tasted it, and it tasted good, and it was quite fulfilling. This should be the taste of harvest after hard work! Diary of Grade Six 4

Today, my mother and I each ate a gum. I don't feel sweet and I'm going to throw up. Just then I saw my mother blow a bubble. I thought, "fortunately, I didn't throw up, and now my mother is not working. Why don't you ask how to blow bubbles?" Thinking of this, I ran to my mother and said, "Mom, please teach me to blow bubbles!" "

Mom smiled and said, "OK, this is very simple. First, flatten the chewing gum, then point it out with the tip of your tongue, and finally just blow it gently." After listening to my mother's words, I was overjoyed and said, "It's so simple. Let me try it, too. I will do it." I did as my mother said. But I just can't blow bubbles. I lost patience. My mother looked at my red face and said gently, "Your mouth is too tight. You have to stick out your tongue boldly!" "

I tried to blow it again. This time, I relaxed too much. The bubble didn't blow up, but the gum shot out like an arrow. Mom smiled from ear to ear, and I was angry and funny.

"Mom, why can't I learn such a simple thing?" I asked in dismay. Mother said earnestly, "Yes, many things sound simple. Only by practicing repeatedly can you taste the joy of success. Blowing bubbles is like this, playing the piano and studying are like this.

It turns out that such a secret is still hidden in chewing gum! The National Day is coming, which we have been looking forward to for a long time, because our motherland has been founded for 6x anniversary this year, and slogans wishing the motherland are hung everywhere, filled with festive atmosphere.

On this day, my mother took me to the park. I found red flags fluttering and flowers blooming on both sides of the avenue in the park. There were two placards beside each street lamp, which read "Bless the motherland". Looking from a distance, it was red and dazzling. There were small national flags in passing vehicles, and some children were holding five-star red flags. Everyone's faces were filled with happy smiles and felt the festival. At the entrance of the Tang Furong Garden, a banner reads: "Warmly celebrate the 65th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China!" On the opposite side stands a particularly large sign with the five-star red flag, Tiananmen Square, the Great Wall and the dove symbolizing peace. The sign also reads "Bless the motherland" in four Chinese characters. There are still many national flags hanging on the gate of Datang Furong Garden, and the red flags are flying in the wind, which is very beautiful! In the evening, my mother and I passed by the bell tower, which was particularly beautiful in the night. The bell tower was surrounded by national flags and hung with red lanterns. The surrounding lights made the bell tower bright as day, and everything was immersed in the joy of the festival. It was beautiful!

National Day is coming soon, which is also my happiest day! I wish the great motherland prosperity and beauty. Today, I got stuck in my book for a while and was called by my mother to help her peel beans.

The skin of beans is dark green, with countless hairs on it. The shape of beans is flat. The more beans there are, the more uneven the surface of beans is. When you touch those hairs, you can't help itching. The beans are oval and green, and their touch is sticky before cooking. All right, I'll get to work. I grabbed a handful of beans and peeled them from the top. I broke the top and pulled them down along the silk thread until they reached the bottom. Then I put my nails in the seam and spread them out. Then you can see three or four small peas smiling at you. In this way, I grabbed them one by one and peeled them one by one. I grabbed them a dozen times or so and peeled them about ten times as much as I did.

During my peeling of beans, many little things happened that made me laugh and cry. Someone asked my mother to go to Nellian. When my mother brought it back, I was almost halfway done, and my mother was cooking lotus there. The blazing fire is less than a meter away from me. The weather is already hot, and now I have to work by this fire. Other places are clean. Where else can I be except by the pool? Time ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks.

This incident taught me a lesson, and I will never do stupid things again. 7

Pride is a mistake that everyone makes more or less in life, and I am no exception, and I have tasted the sweetness of pride.

once in a Chinese test, I got a satisfactory result through my hard work and unremitting efforts, so I was all smiles at school, and I was so happy at home that I was on cloud nine ...

But this complacency cost me a terrible price.

as soon as I got home, as soon as I entered the door, I threw away my schoolbag, put on my slippers, grabbed the remote control happily, crossed my legs and watched TV with alacrity. My mother asked me what was going on, and I didn't care. I continued to enjoy the cartoons with ecstasy.

During the meal, I was absent-minded, reading comic books while eating, and my mind was blank; When I take a shower, my head is full of heroes on TV; When I was sleeping, I didn't expect my homework to be finished ...

It wasn't until another Chinese exam came. As soon as I received the paper, I was dumbfounded by the terrible new words, the reading questions that came at me like a hungry wolf ... I saw other students' pens rustling like autumn leaves. I suddenly panicked. Beads of sweat fell from my head. My heart drummed like drums, and my hands became stiff unconsciously ... As soon as the test paper was handed down, my body seemed to be suddenly stopped. How could I explain my 85-point score to my parents?

When I got home, my mother didn't scold me, but told me earnestly: Pride is a terrible devil. As long as you are proud, you can't do anything well.

Through this terrible lesson, I finally really understand the truth that modesty makes people progress and pride makes people fall behind. I'm not proud anymore. Diary of Grade Six 8

This morning, I just came to the classroom and saw those "well-informed people" tell me: "Today's exam is true!" At this time, my mood changed from sunny to cloudy like the weather, and I sat down in my seat without saying a word.

Before the exam, some students read with relish, preparing for the exam, while those "winning generals" are extremely leisurely. At this time, Xiao Wang, a classmate sitting in front of me, proudly said, "I knew there would be an exam today, so I reviewed it." We asked her, "How do you know?" "After learning eight units, you have to take the exam." She said. Isn't this nonsense? The students came home disappointed. "Ding Rinrin", the usual ringing bell for class, has a horrible smell in our ears at this time.

The teacher came in with a lot of papers in his arms, and the students looked at the teacher nervously. When the teacher handed out the papers, the classroom was silent. Only the sound of turning over the papers and the rustling of the pen tips on the paper could be heard ...

The exam is drawing to a close, and some students look at the papers nervously and the clock, which seems that they don't have enough free time. Some students spill rubber foam all over the table, while others are professional. The students handed in their papers. The classroom immediately became lively after the teacher left. "The answer to the fourth question is xxx!" Right is ecstatic, wrong is dejected and despondent, and some people are frolicking happily, and the sun is shining with a golden smile. Some people don't seem to want to immerse themselves in right and wrong and run happily in the sun.

"There will be an exam next class!" The "source" told me, "It's true!" "alas! I have to take the exam again. " The classroom is full of sighs.

the sun is covered by dark clouds again ...................................................................................................................................................................

Everyone, I should say every student, will spend the first turning point in life-the sixth grade. If you think about it carefully, in fact, the sixth grade is a beautiful scenic line in life. Although it is very tired, it is full, warm and full of fun. Back then, I was carefree, happy, chic and comfortable. I haven't changed yet. But I know very well that I am a sixth-grade student. I can't run and make fun like I did in the second and third grades, nor can I talk and laugh like I did in the fourth and fifth grades. I can only learn, and I will never tire of learning and work hard!

I feel the unique warmth of learning in the sixth grade. Test papers are finished one by one, and time goes by day. No day is better than that day, and no day is sadder than that day. It's just that I have entered the countdown to the graduation exam. I will carefully polish my life, my life and my sixth grade with the hammer of my mind! I feel the unique warmth of learning in the sixth grade. In the sixth grade, we are the same tired, the same persistent, the same confident, the same fun and the same hard work!

the result is different-the hard-working people's grades have advanced by leaps and bounds, while those who are lazy have not moved. As long as we open the book and have a close contact with the young mind; Close your eyes and fly with smart words. So no one will fail! I feel the unique warmth of learning in the sixth grade. Mowgli's youth and unruly life, every student in the world has understood the warmth of the sixth grade. I'm young. Who am I afraid of? The sixth grade diary daquan 1

The phrase "Plum blossoms come from bitter cold" comes from the book "Warnings and Sages". Indeed