Warm sixth grade composition
A smile, a greeting, even an umbrella and a coat will all become touching things. In the long river of my memory, there are many touching things, among which one seemingly ordinary but extraordinary thing makes me unforgettable.
It was a summer day. The weather is hot and stuffy. I did my homework in the library all afternoon.
Suddenly the sky was overcast and the dragonfly flew lower. "Boom-boom" several thunders were earth-shattering, and the quiet library was no longer quiet.
I just found out that there will be a thunderstorm. I quickly packed my schoolbag, went downstairs and ran out of the door, ready to call my father to pick me up. Just then, a heavy rain poured down and forced me under the eaves.
Suddenly, a little boy flashed by me-wearing a T-shirt and shorts. He galloped across the road. Suddenly, he seemed to trip over something and fell heavily to the ground. His hands and legs were skinned, and his clothes and trousers were soaked in mud. He was in unbearable pain and burst into tears.
At this time, the crying attracted the brother of a high school student. He is wearing a school uniform and carrying a backpack. He quickly came to the little boy and leaned down and asked, "Are you all right? Where does it hurt? " Say, take out a bottle of water and paper towel from the bag, unscrew the bottle cap, pour water on the wound and gently wipe it with paper towel. "Bear with it, it will be all right soon!" Brother smiled and said to the little boy, "Go home every day and let mom and dad disinfect you."
The little boy's tears welled up again. This time is different from the tears just now. This time it should be moved tears and warm tears. He replied softly, "Thank you! Big brother! "
I love sunshine, which sometimes shines gently on the earth like a mother, giving hope to the growth of all things. It is sometimes as enthusiastic as a young man and dances with its youth. Sometimes it symbolizes vitality, sometimes it symbolizes red, and in my heart, it symbolizes rise and prosperity.
I remember that I was young that year, and my height was less than 1 m. I arrived in Beijing, the capital of my motherland. Standing in the empty Tiananmen Square and proudly looking at the red flag raised in Ran Ran, I suddenly understood what "sunshine" is.
It was a gloomy morning, and I was young and full of excitement. I put on a bright red scarf and marched solemnly to Tiananmen Square. The sky is still covered by black curtains, and even a few stars are flashing wittily. I waited patiently and quietly in the cold wind, a little tired. At dawn, several dark clouds gradually dispersed, and rays of light conveyed the message of dawn through layers of white clouds. I suddenly felt surge of emotion.
Suddenly, in an instant, the sun jumped out of the thick clouds and fell from the sky. The sunshine is particularly warm and kind against the background of the night. At this time, the voice of the national flag sounded, so dignified and heavy, so melodious and beautiful, every melody touched my heart, every note aroused my * * * sound, and every phrase lingered in my heart. Accompanied by the sweet national anthem, a bright five-star red flag was also raised in Ran Ran. It appears almost at the same time as sunlight. The national flag is brilliant red, and so is the sunshine. The national flag is raised in the morning, and so is the sunshine. In my mind, the national flag is sunshine, and sunshine is the national flag. They complement each other against the blue sky and white clouds. After the last few accents, the national anthem came to an abrupt end, and the national flag just stopped in the air and fluttered with the wind. The sun rose to the sky, and the sunshine was particularly dazzling. Several beams of light are emitting different seven-color lights, crisscrossing each other and shining brightly on the earth. My heart is warm, too.
When I was a child, the sunshine in my heart not only represented happiness and liveliness, but also the five-star red flag raised in Ran Ran and the Chinese nation's spirit of self-improvement, perseverance and never giving up. This is an era when the sun shines and the spirit of China rises!
Luo Ziyang and I are good friends!
One day after school, my mother agreed to let me go to Luo Ziyang's house to do my homework. We do our homework together, which is very efficient. We finish Chinese first, then do math, and finally finish English. Luo Ziyang invited me to his house for dinner. At the dinner table, we talked and laughed. It was delicious! After dinner, I packed my schoolbag, said goodbye and went home.
That night, I was sitting on the sofa watching TV when the phone rang. "Hello." I picked up the receiver. A familiar voice came from Diannian: "Nie Haojun, you left your pencil case at my house!" "I gasped in surprise! Before I could go on, the phone came: "I'll send it to you!" " "I flatly refused, but under his repeated strong demands, I had to agree.
Unexpectedly, Luo Ziyang never hung up. First I heard the iron gate of his house bang, and then I heard more and more noisy sounds-car horns, passers-by's voices, bicycle bells ... but there was a voice that kept ringing-Luo Ziyang was panting all the way: "wheezing, wheezing, wheezing ..." I thought guiltily: "He must miss me and want to hurry up. I was thinking about my heart when a loud voice came from the phone: "Hello! Nie Haojun! I'm downstairs in your house! Come down and get it! " I was so surprised that I hurried downstairs. I was very excited and a little at a loss when I took the pencil case from him. Seeing my good friend's face flushed, I said, "Thank you! You wait for me! " I turned and went upstairs, quickly took down a bottle of water and handed it to my good friend. My good friend gnome male-"smiled at me. "goodbye! See you tomorrow! "He turned and trotted away.
Although it has been almost a year, I still remember it vividly and never forget it. Whenever I think about it, my heart warms up. At ordinary times, the two of us also have endless words. I hope our friendship will last forever and stay together for a long time!
Seeing this topic, do you think I should write that the weather is very warm? You are wrong. This "warmth" represents one's spiritual beauty.
It was snowing heavily outside that day. I looked out of the window at home and thought, after dinner, I must go out and have a snowball fight with my sister. After dinner, my sister and I prepared overshoes and gloves. We are ready, and we fly away like arrows. "Wow!" I can't help shouting, there is a thick layer of snow on the roof, on the ground and on the trees.
I hit my sister with a snowball when she wasn't looking, and she got even, so we chased each other in the snow. Suddenly, I knelt down. I fell heavily on the ground and was motionless in pain. Just as I was crying, a pair of warm and huge hands reached out. It is my sister who is sweating. My sister helped me up. I asked her, "Sister, why are you sweating on your forehead?" My sister said, "You are so naughty that you scared me!" " "Say that finish elder sister touched my forehead"! It's too hot. It seems to have a fever. "My sister quickly took me home, took my temperature and found that I really had a fever. My sister carried me to bed again and tucked me in. As it happens, mom and dad are not at home, and my sister is both mom and dad. My sister is so busy that she has to boil water to find medicine. She took good care of me, but she was too tired to walk.
At night, I saw my sister sitting next to me, her head was full of sweat, and I cried, and tears jumped out of her eyes like naughty children. My sister always likes to bully me, but at the critical moment, she always takes care of me and takes care of me.
If everyone can lend a warm hand when others need help, the world will not be "cold" but "warm"!
On this cold morning, mom and dad went out to work early. The north wind blew all night last night, and a thin layer of frost had formed on the window glass. I snuggled up in the warm bed, but my stomach reluctantly sang an empty plan. After a long struggle, I decided to go out to eat a bowl of hot noodle soup, fill my stomach and come back to sleep.
As soon as I went out, I felt as if I had fallen into the icebox. The biting cold wind came in from my tightly wrapped collar and sleeves and pierced me like countless embroidery needles. I shrink my neck, my cat is naked, and I go straight to the noodle restaurant.
Just when I was in a hurry, a garbage truck appeared on the roadside. An elderly aunt cleaner was busy by the garbage truck, her face wrapped in a black headscarf. Eyes bloodshot. You can't see a trace of ruddy on your bronzed face. Wearing standard work clothes, but very old, with many patches, swaying in the cold wind.
"Whoosh-"The cold wind continued to roar, and the erratic leaves and the dust flying on the road became more and more rampant.
Cleaners push garbage trucks around to look for erratic leaves and clean up the garbage all over the floor. In the raging cold wind, her dry hands kept busy and didn't seem to notice the cold at all.
"bang!" A child threw a can from the back of the garbage truck. The sanitation worker bent down to pick it up and smiled and said to the child, "Don't throw it next time." Hearing this, the child's face rose like a big apple. He nodded quickly, turned and ran away quickly. Only then did I clearly see how tall this body wrapped in a simple coat is. My nose is sour and my eyes are wet at once. The ugly sanitation worker warmed this cold winter morning.
She has long black hair and a dazzling red rose bow on her head. Two small ears adorned the chubby pie face. She is my good friend and best friend-Wu. She is a real passionate girl. ...
On Saturday, we were reading in the library, wearing headphones and holding our favorite notes on grave robbery. Look up at her, holding a book "Tales of Chinese and Foreign Celebrities". Blue headphones are not big ears, and it's quiet all around. Only music echoes in my ears ... Echo ... Keep your head down and continue reading, your heart is shaking and you are moved by Zhang Qiling and Wu Xie; I was shocked by Zhang Qiling's strength and Wu Xie's naivety. I promise my whole life that you will be innocent for the rest of my life ... the flood that opened my mouth ... Pentium, Pentium. ...
I don't know when she left, and I don't know when she came back ... The schoolbag was bulging, she exhaled a long breath, opened the schoolbag and took out two cups of unified Assam for me. There were a little drops of water on the bottle-just taken out of the refrigerator, and when I opened it, a little coolness overflowed her throat, and more was the strong fragrance in her mouth. Cover the bottle and pack it. We have similar tastes in these, but ... I looked at her in surprise. She nodded and raised her hand to pick up a piece. Take a bite, and the strong baking smell occupies all the taste buds of Le, followed by the sweet honey smell, baking smell, and the taste of honey encroaches on the tip of the tongue, a little taste of milk tea, which is extremely refreshing and a little warm in my heart. A snack was served on the table, and I was shocked. . . This snack … Oh, I bought it in a leisure bar, but I haven't eaten it anyway. Come on!
The sun shines on the table, and her smiling face looks like a happy angel in the sun … I saw her pick up the book and read it silently …
She, like a touch of sunshine, illuminates the heart and the closed room ... It's good to have a warm girl around!
What we lack around us is not beauty. Beauty is everywhere in our life, a tree, a flower, a person, a star, a pen and even a ray of sunshine.
Today, I participated in the audition of "Virtue and Art" and walked back and forth nervously at the entrance of the examination classroom. Although it's not my turn yet, my heart is like a deer running around. I stepped onto the overpass, and a ray of energetic but not dazzling sunlight shone down and stretched my whole body. This beam of sunshine is different from summer sunshine, so it is warm. This beam of sunshine is-
This beam of sunshine is neither too hot nor too cold. In this weather, this ray of sunshine is like sending charcoal in the snow. I closed my eyes and leaned comfortably against the wall of the overpass. For an instant, I seemed to come to a lonely world. There is only one ray of sunshine in that world, but it seems to light up the whole world. At that time, I suddenly felt a little warm in my heart, and soon.
Suddenly, I don't know what landed gently on my head, and I just came to my senses from a trance. As soon as I shook my head, something fell off my head. Oh, it's a fallen leaf. I quickly caught the fallen leaves in the air. At that time, under the reflection of sunlight, the fallen leaves looked golden. At this time, I think this ray of sunshine is like an artist, carving an ordinary fallen leaf so beautifully. At this point, it's my turn to compete. I have long forgotten my nervous mood before, and I walked into the classroom with a relaxed body.
In these few short minutes, I realized the warmth and beauty of the winter sunshine!
What is gratitude? Gratitude is nothing more than a warm heart; What is gratitude? Gratitude is nothing more than a cup of warm tea; What is gratitude? Gratitude is nothing more than a pair of warm gloves.
All along, I have been very persistent in thinking that gratitude is a very sacred thing, such as giving gifts. That is gratitude, until one day, I changed my mind. ...
It was my mother's birthday, but I forgot this important day. That day, Sunday, I was enjoying a wonderful cartoon alone, and my mother came back. It's also big bags and small bags that come in. I ran to him, rummaging for this and that. It's all rice, oil and salt, so I wonder: what day is it today, and why is my mother so abnormal? I bought so many things ... Alas, I still didn't realize the importance of today. ...
The deadlock lasted until the evening, and my mother's phone number was always in my mind. All I hear are words of blessing such as "Happy Birthday" and "Good Health". Today is mom's birthday? I was stunned for a moment, and then I soon came to my senses. I rationally ran to look at the calendar. Oh, my god, today is really mom's birthday! How stupid I am! I blame myself like this in my heart. I patted my forehead and suddenly realized that I quickly poured a cup of hot water. I was so timid that I came to my mother and said, "Mom, well, happy birthday ..." My eyes were afraid to look straight into my mother's eyes and I was ashamed to say the most common sentence in the world. My mother was stunned at first, and then her eyes lit up. She smiled with relief, touched my head and said with a smile, "My daughter has really grown up …" My heart was warm. "By the way, Mom, why did you buy so many things today?" I recovered from the sweetness and asked my mother. My mother scraped my nose and said with a smile, "No one gave me a birthday today, so I comforted myself!" " "Listen, listen, I'm not ashamed. ...
I will never deliberately buy any gifts in the future, because I firmly believe that gratitude needs a warm heart.
Warm sixth grade composition 9 warm oranges, accompanied by warm hearts.
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"Sister ... sister, orange, son." A babbling cousin has a big orange in his hand, and his tender little hands are round. Oranges are ugly, rough, square and round. I have a stomachache, and the pain rushes forward. When I touch it, the orange is ice.
"Don't bother! Eat by yourself! I don't know. I have a stomachache! So cold! " As soon as I spoke, he left in smoke.
The wind blew slowly, and there was another great pain in my abdomen. The brush of the tree sounded, and the leaves crossed together, making a fretful sound. About ten minutes later, my cousin came back and handed me the orange. I was angry: "What a nuisance! I told you! Also! Ice! Yes! " I deliberately emphasized the word "too cold".
"Sister ... sister, no, ice ... hot." He said weakly. I took the orange one. I just realized-he soaked oranges in boiling water to keep warm. I immediately felt ashamed of my recklessness, a little touched, and my nose was sour.
Peel off the orange, and a stream of heat flows on my face. I traveled all over my body with a heater. The voice of the tree began to soften and no longer anxious. My cousin raised his eyebrows when he saw me eating.
At this time, I discovered that this little cousin, who is only a few years old, still has some talent for warm men. His black and white eyes set off his ruddy face, like a blush, but it was a natural blush. Small mouth is neither thick nor thin, and teeth are always so white. His hair, slightly black and brown, is very thick.
I looked at the oranges in my hand again and said to my cousin, "You eat!" " "But he shook his head and smiled. Two small dimples moved and their faces became more ruddy. A gust of wind blew and his hair shook again and again. ...
Oranges are grotesque and varied, sour and astringent, sweet and bitter. Anyway, my cousin's is the best!
Warm sixth-grade composition 10 Winter sunshine has a refreshing taste, beautiful and fragrant, quiet and pure. This is the warm sun.
Warm sun is warm sun, which warms people's hearts in its own way ... Some people, like the warm sun, are warm and soft. Give you support and care silently in a place you don't know, day after day, year after year, without asking for anything in return. If you are lucky, you will hurry back and see a familiar figure. He has been here and never left.
It rained heavily for several days, and looking out of the window, I couldn't help feeling a little agitated. Turning on the TV subconsciously is the time for weather forecast. I am secretly glad to hear the weather forecast that it will be sunny tomorrow. Sunshine in winter is more expensive than gold. Tomorrow, enjoy this bath that is more expensive than gold.
In the morning, a ray of sunshine shines into the window seam, dazzling and hazy. I stood up, opened the curtain a little, and then fell asleep.
A few hours later, there was a quick knock at the door. I suddenly woke up from my sleep and asked with some dissatisfaction, "Who is it?" A deep voice came from outside the door: "Your dad! Hurry up! Get up! " I touched my forehead helplessly and got up helplessly.
After a simple wash, I went out, and I felt strange as if I had forgotten something. Walking on the concrete road, I was suddenly surprised: I suddenly remembered that I didn't bring my parents' books. I wanted to go back and get it, but I found it far from home. If I go back to get it, I'll be late.
After struggling for a while, I decided to move on. The big deal is to copy a text. Although it is disgraceful, in my opinion, being late is "worse than this".
Just when I made up my mind to take a step, I suddenly heard someone calling me. I subconsciously looked back and saw a familiar figure-my father. Panting, he put the parents' notice in my schoolbag and rubbed it: "You forgot this!" " "
The sunshine is very warm. At that moment, I was lucky to find such a selfless person and give me care ... such a person, like a warm sun, filled my heart with warmth. ...
Warm sixth grade composition111kloc-0/October 13 is a special day. On that day, I experienced something that might be common to others, but it was of great significance to me.
At that time, Zhang Lijun and I went to Lijiaqiao to find Yang Mingxing to draw a handwritten newspaper. When Zhang Lijun and I walked to bridge opening in front of Chunlei School, we found that the accumulated water after the typhoon was still there. Although the water is not deep, I am wearing leather shoes. Fortunately, Zhang Lijun is wearing dripping sandals. I think I have to go there. Just as I was taking off my shoes and holding them in my palm to go barefoot, a stranger's eldest brother came riding an electric car. With a squeak, my eldest brother saw my shoes and bare feet, guessed my heart, and kindly said to both of us, "The water is dirty, and you can't walk barefoot well." Do you want me to take you? " Zhang Lijun and I said with one voice; "good!" Like a ray of warm sunshine shining directly into my heart.
Zhang Lijun and I quickly got on my eldest brother's electric car and passed bridge opening smoothly. Zhang Lijun and I were supposed to get off after the bridge was opened to traffic. However, the eldest brother said, "Do you want me to give you another ride and take you directly to the intersection of Happy Home?" Although I am very grateful to this big brother for his kindness, another thought immediately came to my mind: Wow, this big brother is not a bad guy, is he? Why did you give us a ride? Will this big brother stop there or kidnap us? Will it kidnap us? Thought of here, my heart is uneasy, we are like frightened birds. Then I thought, how come? This big brother is kind enough to help us, but I doubt him. How sad this big brother will be when he knows! Yes! Cheng, how can you think of a good man like this? ..... I have butterflies in my stomach at this time.
Unconsciously, the happy home arrived, my eldest brother braked gently, the car stopped steadily, and my hanging heart was put down. Brother, let us go.
When we were about to say thank you, eldest brother had already rode away and looked at his back at the end of the road. My heart suddenly felt upset because of my own wrong idea. In an instant, my heart was full of warm sunshine. I think there are still many good people in this world!
Warm sixth grade composition 12 when you meet someone, you can get spiritual inspiration; When you meet a book, you can get the melting of your mind; Meeting art may change your life. ...
I first came into contact with dance art in the first grade of primary school. There are many interest classes in the school, such as singing, painting, calligraphy, street dance, cucurbit flute and so on. I immediately decided to sign up for a calligraphy class and practice my ugly handwriting like a bug.
But after my mother found out, I don't know why she strongly disagreed, but forced me to take a dance class. I couldn't object at all. When I went to school the next morning, I handed the receipt and registration fee to the teacher. The teacher asked me, "Are you sure?" I nodded. "Really?" The teacher asked again, but I still nodded in agreement-water under the bridge. I have no choice.
The quiet classroom suddenly seemed to explode. "A boy learns to dance!" "Rare!" ..... The classmates are talking about it, and I am extremely embarrassed. Since then, some people have always looked at me with strange eyes, as if to see through me. This kind of look is everywhere, elusive and unknown.
I endured it for almost a month, and these eyes gradually disappeared. Because of this vision, I once thought about giving up, but on second thought, since I have learned it, I can't give up halfway, can I? With this mentality, I persisted in the fourth grade. On Children's Day that year, I was lucky enough to participate in the school's "Children's Art Show". The high stage and thousands of light sticks met all my expectations for the performance, and our program won the first prize! Later, we were sent to other schools and other communities to perform and won numerous awards! Countless praises! Unconsciously, my posture is tall and straight, very imposing!
Meeting dance art is the most unforgettable thing for me so far. I thank my mother and myself for their persistence, which opened a window of art for me. ...
It's very cold in the winter evening, and the angular north wind ridge rolls across the road, and pedestrians on the street are rushing home.
I walked aimlessly in the street, my head heavy with hunger. My stomach is shaking with the wind, and I can't avoid being driven away by pedestrians. The road is looming in my hazy eyes. Suddenly, I smelled meat, just across the street. Great, I ran to that bag of garbage with my eyes shining.
Excited, I didn't realize that the danger was approaching me, and the sickle of death had been raised to me. Meowed-my body was thrown into the air, blood spattered, and I fell heavily on the ground. I saw that the driver got off the bus and scolded me. He kicked me to the side of the road and kept cursing me: "I'm really unlucky today. It's really …" After kicking me to the side of the road, he started the car and left angrily.
Pedestrians in the street cast pitying glances at me, but no one stopped to lend me a helping hand. The sun is setting, and the blood is fading bit by bit. In the east, several stars have appeared.
Maybe I'm going to die! I don't have much nostalgia for this world. My two years as a dog are full of ups and downs, and I have no good memories.
I closed my eyes safely and waited for death.
Under the dim street lamp, there appeared a figure carrying a schoolbag. The owner of this character is Lu Tian. He is a child who lacks maternal love. His father is a millionaire. Because of disagreement with his wife, he divorced and raised Lu Tian himself.
He found the rusty collar around my neck, which read-blossoming. Seeing that I was badly hurt, he picked me up without hesitation and ran to the pet hospital.
"What happened, doctor. Still alive? " "Alas, too much bleeding can't be saved."
I am about to return to the embrace of death, but I am not afraid. I feel the warmth of sunshine on this young Lu Tian. Maybe there is only a fraction between cold and warm. This is probably my best memory in this world!
Warm sixth grade composition 14 I sat at the window, the warm sunshine shone on my face, and old things came to my mind.
On a cold day, we were having a large-scale cultural program, and sitting on the playground, a cold wind blew, and I couldn't help shivering, and a cold feeling rushed to my back. Oh, it's too cold. If I knew, I should put on more clothes. I'm not in the mood to watch wonderful programs, just thinking about how to warm up. I put my hands around my chest and put on a mask. Still, my hands are as cold as ice. This weather, when it comes to outdoor activities, there is no good weather. I was thinking about it when a classmate next to me asked me, "Why don't you watch the program?" I rubbed my hands and answered her, "It's too cold. It's not sunny at this time, and my hands are frozen stiff. How can I be in the mood to watch a performance! " She turned around as if thinking about something. After a while, she took off her coat and handed it to me, saying, "Here you are, remember to wear more when you go out next time." Then he smiled at me. I took her clothes hesitantly, but couldn't say thank you. The moment I put on her coat, I felt very warm. Her coat and her residual temperature were not very thick, but it was enough for me. The warmth of my body wrapped me, dispelled the biting chill just now, and a warmth rose in my heart.
If the care of friends is a ray of sunshine in cold days, then the care of relatives is a burning stove in winter.
Late at night, I was still writing, but my mother went to another room. I thought she had gone to bed, but just as I put down my pen, my mother came and handed me a glass of milk and said, "Come on, drink this glass of milk before going to bed." I took the milk, hot and steaming. I looked at my mother and took a sip, which was warm and with a hint of sweetness. Warm milk slides down the throat into the stomach, and it is warm everywhere. After drinking a cup of hot milk, I felt warm and comfortable, just like taking a hot bath, and my previous drowsiness was not so strong.
"Hey, what are you doing?" The call of my classmates brought my thoughts back. I smiled at her and she took me to the playground. Outside, it is warm sunshine.
Warm sixth grade composition 15 warm, a beautiful word, with our growth, caring for our hearts. And those unchanging memories have always warmed me. Last winter, everything was white and the cool wind roared, but home was always the warmest. Every time I sleep, my mother always puts a warm hot water bottle under my bed. Every time I sleep, I always
It is warm. I was sensible at that time. Every time I go to bed, I never catch a cold. Every time, when my mother sleeps, she looks cold. Every time, I will naively ask: Mom, what's wrong with you? Nothing, just a little cold. Mom said casually. Don't you have a thermos there? Ah, I have. Here you are! I said as I took out the thermos bottle from under the quilt. Oh, no, I'm just kidding. Actually, I'm not cold at all I have one here, too Mother still pretended to be warm and smiled. In this way, every night I hold a warm hot water bottle and fall asleep sweetly. It was not until a year later that I discovered my mother's plot. That time, I went to bed as promised, but my mother didn't help me fill the hot water bottle. I may have forgotten. I suddenly remembered my mother's words. By the way, mom has a hot water bottle in the quilt! I immediately climbed into my mother's bed, intending to enjoy the warm feeling, but it was not the warm feeling waiting for me. Ah, it was so cold! This is, my mother got up with a thermos and saw me lying under her bed. She looked frightened and stammered, "That &; & I&& Actually, it's not what you think. My eyes are full of tears. I rushed to my mother's side and cried loudly. Mother touched my head lovingly. Mom, I will never forget your deep love for me.