Narrative composition for sixth grade
In daily study, work or life, everyone will come into contact with composition more or less. With the help of composition, we can improve our language organization ability. What kind of compositions have you seen? Below are 5 narrative essays for sixth grade that I compiled. I hope they can help you. Narrative Composition for Sixth Grade 1
My grandma came from the countryside. Although there are young people there who use computers and mobile phones, my grandma doesn’t use them. Although she usually uses TV to watch dramas and TV series, But when it comes to computers, it can be said that "seven things are clear and six things are clear - but I know nothing." That day, she saw that I was playing computer games very hard, so she stood aside and watched. I stopped and said to her: "Grandma, we have entered the E era now. How about I teach you to get familiar with computers and catch up on the trend?" When grandma heard this, she happily agreed. .
I first taught my grandma to understand the main components of a computer. I pointed to the rectangular "big man" under the table and said, "Grandma, this is the mainframe of the computer." I pointed to a small button on the mainframe and continued, "Press this button to turn on the computer." Boiled chicken? How does it taste? Well, come to think of it, boiled chicken is delicious, and this chicken has to be stewed. "Grandma seemed very interested, but I knew she must have gone to Java! She was very interested. After talking for a while, she finally came back to her senses, why was this getting further and further out of line? So she said again: "Aren't you talking about computers? Why are you talking about food again?" "Oh, it's a host, not a boiled chicken!" "What? Why is boiled chicken not boiled chicken?" Grandma became more and more confused as she listened. I could only continue to explain: "This host is the main machine of the computer!" Grandma said angrily: "My dear granddaughter, if you said this earlier, wouldn't I understand?" "Grandma, look, this is the display screen." I continued to introduce without further argument with grandma. "What display screen? This is obviously a TV." Grandma disagreed. "Grandma, this is a display screen, not a TV! But it can also be used to watch your favorite operas, dramas and TV series like a TV." "Why do I think it looks like a TV in every aspect? It's just that the TV is too small. Click, it’s uncomfortable to watch.
And your mobile phone has such a small screen, but you guys can’t help but look at it..." Seeing grandma getting further and further away, when she was about to start nagging, I quickly stopped and shouted stop. But, how should I explain the difference between a TV and a display screen to my grandma? It’s really confusing! Just skip the confusion and go directly to the next item! "Grandma, now I will teach you how to surf the Internet." I said, "First double-click to open the web page "I said while operating the mouse and opened the web page skillfully, "But if you open some dangerous web pages, viruses will occur." As soon as I finished speaking, grandma covered her mouth and exclaimed, jumping away. Far away. I looked surprised and asked quickly: "Grandma, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? Why don't you take a rest first?" Grandma saw that I was worried, waved her hand, pointed to the computer and said, "I'm fine, didn't you say I would?" Is there a virus? I'm afraid of infection." I then realized that I was just worrying. I took a breath and slowly explained to my grandma: "What I'm saying is that the computer will be infected with this virus, and it will malfunction if it is maliciously attacked!" It will also get all the privacy on your computer! It has nothing to do with anyone, grandma, just feel free to use it!" "Oh, why didn't you explain it earlier!" Grandma was relieved.
Grandma, Grandma, when can you really enter the E era! Sixth grade narrative composition part 2
The white snow is like crystal inlaid on the green mountains, red and white Colorful plum blossoms bloom proudly all around. Figures of various colors slide on the snow, like colorful flowers blooming beautifully on the snow. Many people shouted happily. This beautiful and pleasant place is the destination of our trip - Anji Tianchi Ski Resort.
I changed my shoes and put on my skis. With the help of my father, I climbed up the snow with difficulty. With nervousness and excitement, I cautiously took a step forward. After just one step, I breathed out softly. I didn’t expect that this seemingly ordinary pair of skis would be so difficult to control. Suddenly my unwillingness to admit defeat was aroused. One step, two steps, three steps... Gradually I learned the skiing posture and could barely slide on the snow. Then I followed my mother and took the elevator to the top of the mountain to go up the mountain. The cool breeze blew towards me with the elegant fragrance of plum blossoms.
The heat in my whole body suddenly disappeared, the faint fragrance filled my whole body, and my nervousness immediately relaxed. When I was extremely relaxed, I "arrived". The top of the mountain is crowded with people, but it is very slippery and it is easy to slip and fall. I looked around and finally saw a relatively open place. I was about to slide over, but found that my two skis were stacked on top of each other and couldn't be untied. But my skis began to slide slowly due to the terrain. The crowd was most densely below me, and I was suddenly spinning around like an ant on a hot pot. At this time, my mother slid over and tried to help me untie it, but the snow was slippery. My mother suddenly hit my back. Suddenly, I fell down quickly like a kite with its string broken. Suddenly, the skis were hit by the impact of the snow. Untied. I breathed a sigh of relief, but I found that I couldn't brake, and my mood suddenly dropped from the peak to the bottom. I swayed left and right, avoiding the crowd, and finally stopped in an open space. Only then did I realize that I had reached the foot of the mountain. I wiped the sweat off my face, took a deep breath, and my heart, which was beating like a deer, finally calmed down. I suddenly discovered that skiing is not as difficult as I thought, but I just felt like "Zhu Bajie ate a fruit," and didn't know what skiing felt like, so I went to the top of the mountain and skied down again. The wind was blowing against me, and all the fatigue and panic in my body were thrown away. I shuttled among the crowd like a light bird. I looked at the uncles and aunts who fell in the snow and looked at them with envious eyes. My heart was full of joy and pride, and my eyes were full of joy. A proud smile.
Time flows as I slide again and again. My mother's screams came one after another in my ears, and I turned like a snail that couldn't stop, until the staff's reminder came over the radio: If I don't show up, I will be left alone. I reluctantly left the ski resort.
I will come to Anji Tianchi Ski Resort again! Sixth Grade Narrative Composition Part 3
After a summer of hard work, my mother finally agreed to let me learn the violin. Even though they always tell me that learning the violin is too difficult, I just have a soft spot for it. Whenever I wear headphones and listen to violin music, the sound that is sometimes calm, sometimes warm, sometimes light, sometimes soothing will always make me intoxicated, but every time, there will always be something in my heart. A thought: Learning the violin is actually not as difficult as I thought.
A week seems to be very short, but for me now, it is like a year. I finally made it to the weekend, and my mood became excited - because today, I am going to take the first violin lesson in my life!
I met the teacher with excitement, nervousness and uneasiness. After a brief self-introduction, the teacher played me a piece of music as a "meeting gift". The sound of the piano is ups and downs, containing warm emotions. The sound of the piano has an inexplicable attraction, as if the air has solidified. In the sound of the piano and the teacher's flowing movements, I felt more and more that the violin was not as difficult as I thought.
After the song was finished, the teacher gave me a brief lecture on fingering and bowing techniques, and then asked me to try the "open string" (that is, not pressing the string with the left hand, but pulling it with the right hand, which is used to practice bowing) legal stability). I took over the violin with confidence and arranged it according to the teacher's posture. It looked pretty good, but when I pulled it, it was not satisfactory - the sound came out squeaky, as if it was being pressed against wood. Hearing this sound from the piano, my heart suddenly tightened, and I immediately focused more on it and pulled harder. But the more this happened, the weirder the sound became, which made my mother and sister laugh. In an instant, my heart dropped to freezing point, and all the heat in my heart was extinguished by a bucket of cold water. At this time, I really felt that I had the same problem as the male protagonist in "The Only Audience". Later, the teacher told me to relax and pull in the most comfortable way. After pulling again, the sound was much better, and hope was rekindled in my heart.
When I was practicing the piano, I was always in a state of excitement. It wasn’t until I got home that I realized that I was exhausted.
Later, I thought a lot and found that learning an art is a battle. Technology and music scores are all your opponents. If you want to defeat them, you must have perseverance and perseverance. Everything is like this. When you put in the effort, you will also gain. The effort and the harvest are directly proportional, so go for it! Sixth Grade Narrative Composition Part 4
The little boy heard the quarrels that were still going on in his parents’ room. He didn’t know why the originally happy and harmonious family was now fighting over some trivial matters. He really didn't understand that his parents still regretted giving birth to him, so he was the most unnecessary... How could this happen, why...
And the quarrels at home were still Continuing... "You, you are simply unreasonable." "Hey, I regret knowing someone like you. I really regret marrying you in the first place..." "What? You still regret it, get out, get out." Don't let me see you again!" "Okay, let's get divorced! Let's separate completely!" "What, divorce?" "So what, you don't dare to do it. "Break up." Mom seemed to be stimulated and said something that might make her regret extremely in the future: "Okay, just leave, who is afraid of who?" My father seemed to be also affected by her mother's words! The attitude was irritating. What was originally a trivial matter at home has now escalated into a major matter requiring divorce. When I heard that my father was about to leave home, I was so frightened that I quickly hid in my room.
I don’t know why, I don’t want them to know that I have heard the news of their split. It seems like this, we can imagine that they are still together, and we can have a wonderful time going to the amusement park together. Unfortunately, this is just a ridiculous dream now. I wiped the tears on my face, sniffled, lay on the bed, and tucked in the quilt myself. I don’t know why. I always have a hunch that my father will come back to see me. Sure enough, my father really walked towards me with heavy steps. Even if I closed my eyes, I seemed to be able to see my father's loving and careful face. He lowered his throat and said softly and slowly: "Oh, son. . I really have no choice... Your mother will quarrel with me whenever I am at home. I have to move out for a while. You must be fine." My father seemed to want to tell me, but he couldn't. Don't want me to know, gently, so calmly, and with a bit of moving magnetism. Listening to my father's footsteps walking farther and farther, I seemed to hear my father's parallel lines towards me and my mother slowly crossing.
I shook my head, no way! I will never let this happen. Our family will definitely be happy! Sixth Grade Narrative Composition Part 5
Today, my father took me to see Qingjiang Runcheng, my new home.
When I hear the word "home", my heart always feels warm! Home is a beautiful and warm place, and my new home is in Runcheng, Qingjiang. Although the construction of the theme floor has not yet been completed, most of the facilities in the community have been completed, presenting a harmonious scene everywhere, with fresh air, green ocean, lawns, rockeries, and countless trees. The name "Run" means to beautify the environment, nourish the environment and make the environment better!
We visited the model house, and I was immediately full of longing and hope for my home: the walls of my room were painted purple, which made people feel very warm, and the floor was covered with soft carpets. It allows me to lie on it comfortably, and there is also a large bookcase to hold my most beloved books, so that I can travel in the world of knowledge. The lamp is made of crystal, reflecting colorful light. , let me live in a fairy tale world every day, in my bedroom, and...
This is our safe haven, it loves us, we must also love it and clean it every week For once, without scribbling on its face or carving on its body, cherishing your home is equivalent to cherishing yourself.
In the community, there are many fitness equipment for us to exercise. I think: in the morning, my father and I will run three laps in the morning, and then play badminton for an hour. At noon, we will rest, and in the evening We go out for a ride on our bicycles. What a wonderful life it must be!
This is all earned by my parents’ labor and sweat. They work hard to support the family and make money, all for me, and they don’t ask for anything in return. If they see us studying hard, , how happy they should be, isn’t this what they want to see?