The composition of a sixth-grade writer
A sixth-grade writer's composition 1 There is a round crystal grape embedded between two thin single eyelids. The nose is not high, the face feels a little chubby, and there are love and childlike eyes behind the thick lenses. This is the first impression that Teacher Wang gave me. He will be our Chinese teacher.
The urchin is very humorous.
Teacher Wang, also known as Wang urchin, is very humorous. You can blend in with us as soon as you come, which is definitely beyond the reach of other teachers.
He always tells us jokes before class. The most common joke is to praise him for being handsome ... "Although the boys in your class are handsome, they are still not as handsome as me. Hey hey, Fang Yuxin, what are you laughing at? Yes, but you have a beautiful smile. " What attracted me was another burst of laughter.
The urchin is angry.
Although urchins are humorous and easy to get close to people. But ... when he was angry ... instead of the light wave of love, it suddenly turned into a sword. It's better to stay away than to stay away!
He supported his hands on the podium: "I thought the city primary school was a school with talented people, but I didn't expect it to be so grinding!" " "The teacher always said that the boys in our class have no masculinity. Girls don't look like girls! On the surface, he is really scolding us, but we deeply know that he is doing us good: inspiring our fighting spirit, going to a good school, giving us a good future and not taking detours.
In a word, Mr. Wang is a knife in the mouth and a tofu in the heart. And he is a master of changing his face, alas! This urchin. What? You don't believe me? Then, come to Class 6 (2) at will!
When I was in my hometown, my good friend was Zhang Xiaohu. He is seven years old. He is fair-skinned, thin and has two dimples when he smiles. He's cute.
In spring, in the park, the roads are covered with golden winter jasmine. He always likes to pick the long branches of the winter jasmine and weave beautiful garlands for me to wear on my head.
In summer, he often takes me to the backyard to catch crabs. One sunny day, he took me to the backyard to catch crabs. Because I accidentally caught my hand in its big clip last time, I dare not catch it this time. He already knows that I dare not catch crabs and want to raise crabs, so when catching crabs, he always catches more for me to raise.
In autumn, the post-dean is full of dandelions. We often pick dandelions. You blow, I blow, look at the little velvet flowers flying all over the sky, see who blows farther, and we have fun!
It snows like goose feathers in winter, and there are many small snowflakes on the house, trees and ground. We asked mom and dad to come out and make a snowman together. We sang, danced and had snowball fights. How happy we are!
He was kind to me, too. Every time there is something delicious, he asks his mother to buy two copies, one for himself and one for me. He often invites me to his house to play!
I haven't returned to my hometown for a long time. I really miss my good friend!
Grandma is the source of my happiness. You will feel very strange, grandma, a post-50 s person and I, a post-00 s person, are separated by a sea instead of a ditch. Then why has she become my source of happiness? Many people must find grandma particularly annoying and always like to nag you. You must be very upset and have a bad opinion of your grandmother. But my grandmother is different!
On the contrary, I especially like listening to her nagging. Because her nagging is full of good words, every word comes to my heart, and I will never forget her teachings. Every sentence always makes sense. Can you tell me a truth? Her nagging also contains full love for me, and every sentence is a love letter. Why don't we cherish grandma's nagging? They are very old, and it is common for them to like nagging. If one day grandma suddenly disappears, you will feel empty, because no one will keep nagging you and teaching you. Yes, sometimes I feel bored, but when I come into contact with grandma's warm and loving eyes, I am shocked. What a great love it is ...
At that time, you may want to listen to grandma's teachings, but you can't hear them. So, why don't we cherish grandma's love when she was alive? Don't wait until you lose it to know how to cherish it. ...
Teacher 4, if I am a grass, you are a spring rain; If I were a rainbow, you would be the vast sky. Teacher, I can't forget your patience, your praise and criticism. I remember that time, we went to the Glory House to perform a program, and I was told to sing in a short time. I was flattered and thought it would be a good show. When I got home, I began to recite the lyrics and practice singing. However, I saw the wonderful performances of my classmates that day, and I felt a sense of tension in my heart. It's my turn, my heart thumped, and I tried to relax myself. I stood in the center of the stage and began to sing. I forgot the lyrics when I sang. I'm so embarrassed that I really want to find a crack in the ground. At this time, I saw Miss Li smiling at me, and the encouraging eyes seemed to say to me, "Don't be nervous, you will sing well, come on!" At this time, those forgotten lyrics reappeared in my mind. After singing, Miss Li will take the lead in applauding. I am grateful to Miss Li from the bottom of my heart. Mr. Li is also a storyteller. He often tells us stories, all kinds of stories, stories of his childhood, stories in books. Every story tells us a truth, for example, we can't get enough food unless we grow it ourselves. It's not enough to go all out, to do your best, and so on. Yes, the teacher is the spring rain, the sky, our good teacher, teacher, thank you, you have worked hard!
Who is my favorite character? That man is my "brother" since childhood. Although we sometimes quarrel, it wasn't long before we fell in love as usual.
My brother is taller than my father. If his hair were longer, he would really look like a girl from a distance! My brother's interest is very important and needs to be used every day. This thing is cooking. During the holidays, my brother cooked for himself. I have always wanted to learn cooking from her, but I have no time. I finally learned to boil eggs recently. I'm so happy! Sometimes when we play computer together, we will discuss the things in the game and talk about some interesting things that happened to each other at school, but sometimes we will quarrel and everyone will not talk. I feel so embarrassed.
When I was a child, my mother took my brother to the vegetable market to do business. If my brother is noisy, my mother will scold him, so compared with me, my brother is more diligent than me. I still remember when I was a child, my brother took me out of the arcade in Lairfu and rang the doorbell of every household. Looking back at that time, I really thought we were all naughty. Now, we are no longer children of Grade One and Grade Two. We all learned our own advantages from each other. I learned "patience and tolerance" from my brother. For me, my brother is my best model student.
Now my brother goes to night school, and our school hours are different. We seldom have time and opportunity to see him, so I feel very happy as long as I can see him now, because we haven't seen each other for a long time. I think people with older brothers are really happy.
There are many admirable people in life and study. Some of them work in obscurity, some lend a helping hand when others are in trouble, and some still do. Of all people, he is the one I admire most.
That day, he transferred to our class, and we soon became friends. We often play together on weekends. After that, I admired him.
It was a Sunday morning and I played with my friends, including him. We play, run, jump and make noise happily together. After a while, everyone was tired. A friend suggested sitting on the bench for a while. Everyone said happily, "Good!" Sitting on the bench, everyone is still talking about what just happened. Suddenly, a friend knocked over his own water, leaving water all over the bench. We didn't care, so we sat for a while and went to play again.
After a while, an old man came. He walked to the bench trembling with crutches, and his hands were shaking, making it look as if he might fall at any time. My friend, seeing grandpa walking hard, rushed to the bench at once. Seeing this move, I thought, "Is he going to occupy the bench? If so, I will never play with him again. " On the bench, he took out the toilet paper with him, wiped the water we spilled on the bench, ran to grandpa's side and helped him sit on the bench. Grandpa suddenly beamed and asked, "What's your name? Young man? " What a good boy, thank you! He said, "You're welcome, Grandpa, this is what I should do." Since then, he has become my most admired person. I want to learn from him and be a caring person.
The light bulb in the corridor has been broken for a week, and no one has come to wash it, which has brought great inconvenience to the neighbors.
What's broken is the light bulb on the first floor. Every neighbor has to pass by until the light bulb is broken. It gets dark every day when I come back from school, and I have to move my car upstairs. The light bulb on the first floor is broken and you can't see the stairs. The consequences of stepping on the air are unimaginable. Besides, the day is very short now, and the old people coming and going in the corridor buy food and fall upstairs, with terrible consequences. I think our children can bear that, but the old people can't. Therefore, the problem of lights should not be underestimated!
This is the wrong brother, the third day of this year. I heard the other day that he didn't like stepping on empty space when he moved his car upstairs. When he pushed it up the stairs, the car fell off. It must be broken.
Fortunately, the new uncle Li realized this problem. Last night, he bought a light bulb himself and took the risk of repairing it. Maybe all the neighbors don't know who repaired the light bulb. Maybe they think it has nothing to do with themselves. I didn't break it anyway. Maybe some people think that it is a person's responsibility to repair the light bulb. Anyway, I don't use a light bulb. ...
These are not groundless assumptions. This is the selfish psychology that people generally have now.
On the other hand, Uncle Li has just moved here for a few months and doesn't know much about the situation. However, he thinks that when he comes here to live, he has an obligation to deal with it. But those who usually look rich and drive good cars are reluctant to spend even a light bulb. Shouldn't they be ashamed?
When people live in this world, it is necessary to compare their feelings, and it is moral to give up the word "wish". No pains, no gains. Give up two dollars to gain people's respect. Why not do it?
I am free today and in a good mood. Let me introduce myself to you. Let you know me.
My name is Duan Niannian, a sixth-grade student. I like to enjoy the scenery alone. Of course, it is ok to have a few friends. I like red. It's like blood. Because I have experienced a lot of ups and downs, my heart has long died, but I have the hope of success. Red is the color of my heart. Sometimes I always have no energy. I will think that I have red, and imagine that my withered heart is full of red, so I will do it again. Now that I'm grown up, it's funny to think about it Now I am used to filling my lonely heart with music.
I soon matured. I had a crush on a boy in the third grade, but now I think about it, but I think he is disgusting. I have two good friends, classmates, girlfriends and sisters. They all have a very unique name. One is Tina. As the name implies, she always surprises people when she does things, and then she always screams: Oh, my God, how did this happen? One is Lin. She likes fantasy as much as I do, but she is more realistic than me. She always sprints to the finish line. She always wants to fly in the blue sky. She always does irregular things. It's really called flying against the wind Lin always flies against the wind.
In the eyes of others, I have a sense of justice, love and understanding, but I am a naughty girl. I look like a boy. I always pester my girlfriend to play basketball. I want to beat that arrogant boy, but I always lose, because they challenge more than 34 girls 10.
Everyone should know something about my personality, so my introduction is over. Please add 27xxxxxxxx.
I look forward to making friends with you.
Six years of primary school is the most unforgettable stage in my study life. It is in this wonderful study life that I have the most unforgettable classmates. Personally, besides studying, I like playing basketball best, and the most unforgettable ones are of course those "basketball friends".
Take the ball through the midfield. The other hand directs the player to pull away and move, and then passes the ball just right. This is my "best friend", the point guard-Jiang. I work best with him. Very tacit understanding, so we created our own "Mantian" combination, and he cooperated with me just right every time. We used to call ourselves invincible.
The key boss is out! Every key free throw is n-accurate, and he was born to be Mr. Key. Wujiagang district primary school basketball match, he helped us to kill Dagongqiao primary school and advance to the semi-finals. Usually it is difficult for him to score one or two goals when he throws ten balls. He is too picky-Zhu Yusheng. Rebound king! I saw Li Guo leaping high, grabbing the basketball gliding in the air, clapping and shouting. See this scene, only two words "handsome. Strong "He relies on those two strong muscles to rampage in the team. Few people can stop his madness.
To say that the strongman is, of course, Liu Ruiyang, the son of Aopang. He looks fat, but in fact he has a lot of muscles. If he removes the fat from his body, he will have muscles that will make you stunned! That's called "muscle man". That's what he calls a rampage. How far can he take you at a time? You know, he didn't even dare to say hello when he hit the hammer with his fist. This is my most unforgettable "basketball friend" in primary school. We are together, and the championship is no longer a dream.
My mother is tall, with white skin, bright eyes and glasses. She looks very gentle. However, because of overwork, my mother, who is only in her thirties, has wrinkles around her eyes prematurely, and her silver hair is particularly conspicuous.
My mother is a kind and caring person, and also a serious and responsible person. I remember once, for the company, my mother took out the USB flash drive as soon as she entered the room, plugged in the computer and started working without even having dinner. There was my mother's favorite TV series in the evening. My mother didn't watch it, and her hands were tired and she didn't have a rest. I watched my mother think hard for a while, and then lost something in the computer. My mother was still busy in front of the computer until I was going to sleep. My mother said to me, "well, go to sleep first." One of my colleagues didn't come today, but he has a lot of work to do. I want to take over his work. " After listening to my mother's words, I am glad that I have such a mother from the bottom of my heart, who goes to work and is busy at home. Lying in bed, I still think that if I treat my study like my mother treats my work, my grades will be good.
Mom gets off work very late and has to do housework! It is always quiet when doing housework, for fear of waking the sleeping people. In time to do housework, she cleaned every corner without leaving any dust. I remember my mother said: housework is also a kind of work, and it is a family work. You should do it seriously. If you don't do it seriously, you might as well not do it. Therefore, no matter what you do, you can't be careless. You must do it carefully, so that you won't make mistakes or omissions.
In the morning, when I was still asleep, a familiar voice sounded, Zheng, it's time to get up. I prepared breakfast for you. My familiar mother went to work, and a new day began again.
Sixth grade writer's composition 1 1 My sister is a lovely little sister, who loves to cry and is a little greedy.
She has a pair of big clear eyes, as if she can see how blue the sky is and how white the clouds are. Her nose is slightly flat and her mouth is a little thin. I heard that people with thin lips can hurt people, but on the contrary, what she said is like cotton candy, soft and sweet. The most special thing is her big earlobe, which is not as big as my thumb, just like a kind earlobe. I often hear that people with big earlobes are blessed, which often reminds me of the scene where she shows off in front of me all day. How cute!
However, although she is so cute, she is also good at crying!
I still remember one morning, when I was still immersed in a sweet dream, my sister suddenly burst into tears and woke me up like thunder. I asked absently, "What's the matter ...? "I saw my sister's grievance and said," Grandma ... Grandma ... is gone ... whoops ... "I said in distress situation," Grandma has gone to other places and will be back soon. Stop crying. " Unexpectedly, my sister not only ignored me, but cried louder, which was very troublesome. I can't sleep even if I want to. I had to rack my brains to coax her, but it was no use seeing the roof falling over.
At this time, I am hungry and want to eat something. Suddenly, the word "eat" popped up in my mind. I asked my sister, "Why don't we buy something to eat?" She immediately "cloudy and sunny" and immediately put away her tears and nose and said "good!" . In order to stop my sister from crying, I had to reluctantly take out my pocket money. After shopping, I said to her, "You are really a snack. Stop crying, do you hear? " She just smiled and agreed.
Sister is really a strange and lovely elf!
I have a favorite relative. Do you know who my favorite relative is? That's my dad. He is tall, with a red face, a high nose and bright eyes.
I remember one day, it was raining heavily outside and the wind was blowing fast. I wear rain boots to school, but they are too small. My toe hurts so much that I have to sit in a chair and can't play with my classmates. I can only limp to call my father and tell him, "These rain boots are too small. Can you bring my sneakers? " ? I'll wait for you in the classroom, okay? Bye, dad. "I went back to the classroom and waited patiently for my father to send me sneakers. After a while, my father came to the classroom. He was soaked to the skin. I think: Dad may have just been caught in a heavy rain when he sent me sneakers. I said to my father with concern, "Dad, do you have a cold?" "Are you okay? Dad. " Dad said to me, "You don't have to worry about me. Didn't you say it hurts to wear rain boots? Then change your rain boots into sneakers. Goodbye. " I reluctantly let my father go. Looking at his distant back, I feel that his back has become higher.
This is my father. Do you think he is a kind and kind father?
Sixth grade writer's composition 13 maternal love is like a lamp, which illuminates the road of life for us; Motherly love is like an umbrella, sheltering us from the wind and rain; Maternal love, more like a ray of warm sun in winter, warms our hearts.
My mother is very beautiful. Eyes watery, clear as the sky, thick and long eyelashes, like soft grass growing by a stream. The bridge of the nose is high, it looks good, and it looks beautiful! Especially the mouth, small, like a newly blooming rose petal, seems to be emitting a faint rose fragrance.
Mother pays great attention to the neatness and cleanliness of the house. Once, there was some dust in the living room, and my mother found it when she came back from work. Without saying anything, she picked up the broom and wiped it without a trace.
My mother cares about me the most. At dinner, if I say something, she will give me a fierce stare as a warning. If I want to continue talking, she will take my job without mercy until I realize my mistake and stop talking, and then give it back to me.
Once, I was in school and physical education class suddenly fainted. The teacher touched my head and quickly called my mother: "Sirui's mother, Lu Sirui had a fever due to heatstroke, and now she fainted!" My mother came to take me home as soon as she learned the situation. When I got home, I was lying in bed. My mother quickly brought a basin, cold water and dry towels. She sat next to me, wet the dry towel with cold water and gently put it on my head. I suddenly feel much better. I don't know how long it took, but I had dinner when I was not dizzy. The thought that my mother has been doing the same thing over and over again makes my nose sour. Finally, I understand the meaning of the sentence "If you are poor, you will think about change".
It's good to have a mother's child!
Mom, I love you!
My mother is short, looks like a real worker, and has a pair of small eyes, which is scary enough. A talkative person always nags me.
A few months ago, my mother had been lying in bed, feeling very sleepy. If she had been diligent, she would have started working long ago, which puzzled me.
One night, when I was sleeping in a daze, I seemed to feel a little light passing through my eyelids and shining on my hazy eyes. I opened my eyes slightly, and I saw only a familiar figure in the dazzling light, huh? Isn't that mom? She seems to be tucking me in, and her eyes seem to be working hard for something. But because I slept deeply, I fell asleep soon. I understand that my mother is so confused every morning because of me.
The next morning, I was going to school. No sooner had I had a few bites of rice than I was ready to go out despite my hunger. I remember when I was about to open the door, my mother started chanting again. She cried, "Ruyi (my nickname), it's very cold today. Put on more clothes and drink more water. Don't be thirsty!" You may think that this is just some boring discipline, but it is also full of great maternal love in the world and a true portrayal of most mothers caring for their children.
Look, this is my mother.
Cai Ying School, Zengcheng, Guangzhou, Guangdong, Grade 6: Shun Fan.
The sixth-grade writer's composition 15 mentioned my classmate Li Mian, who was called the "braggart king" in the class. She deserves the nickname. You see, she has big bright eyes, a small nose and a small mouth. This mouth can blow you to the ground and do anything. Let you see the style of a "braggart". One hot summer, I went to Li Mian's house to play, and her restless mouth blew open again: "Do you believe it or not, we eat nine watermelons and have ten watermelon skins after eating?" "How is that possible? How did the boaster blow away again? " "Don't trust gambling!" I don't believe it. Swallow the watermelon. After eating, ten pieces of watermelon skin suddenly appeared miraculously. Li Mian proudly said, "what happened? Am I right? " I was surprised and asked, "What's the matter?" The "braggart" said, "I cut the watermelon according to the word' well', so the middle piece has two skins?" "Oh!" I suddenly realized. A "braggart" is really a "braggart". You see, during the break, she bragged to me again: "Do you know? There are many stars in the sky! The earth is in the solar system, and the solar system is a very small galaxy in the Milky Way. The Milky Way is as small as a grain of sand in the desert in the vast universe ... "I said," Bullshit, how is this possible? The Milky Way is very, very big! " The classmate next to him also said, "You are bragging again, bragging!" " "Then I went to ask the science teacher, and she said it was absolutely right. You see, the "braggart" in our class can play, right? Her knowledge is so rich that I must learn from her and be a "braggart" in my study.
Sixth grade: Cui Yining