Sixth grade narrative composition
In study, work and even life, everyone has the experience of writing essays, so they are very familiar with them. The essay must focus on the theme, and make in-depth explanations around the same topic, and avoid rambling. , the theme is scattered or even has no theme. So how to write a good composition? Below are 10 sixth-grade narrative essays that I collected for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Sixth Grade Narrative Composition Part 1
The memories of childhood have been washed away by the sea again and again, but the shell is always there. Every bit of childhood is deeply engraved on this shell, forever and ever.
——Inscription
When I was five years old, I started to remember things. There was no homework and no worries at that time. Because the heat was unbearable that year, my parents discussed going to my aunt’s house in Qingdao to escape the heat together.
Getting on the train, with the sound of the flute, our journey began. Along the way, I quietly looked at the scenery along the way. The farmland is neatly laid out beside the railway like bugs, with fields full of green wheat standing upright on the field, like little soldiers standing upright on both sides of the railway.
When I arrived in Qingdao, it was so cool. I'm like water in a refrigerator, almost turning into ice. I heard people around me talking about going to the beach to swim. I also asked my father: "Dad, let's go to the beach to play?" Just in response to my parents' ideas, we set off together.
When I arrived at the beach, I saw everything was blue. There are a few white clouds floating in the blue sky, like a layer of white silk covered with blue cloth. The waves kept rolling and jumping on the seaside, and kept hitting the rocks on the seaside, bringing bursts of coolness and happiness. I immediately ran to the beach and built a castle on the sand.
I built a house and said to my mother: "This is our home. Our family of three will live in it." My mother happily praised me: "It's great from afar!"
Suddenly, I saw a big crab and said, "Mom, that's my baby. I want to catch it and take it home to play with." As I said that, I pounced on it and held it down, but it grabbed it with its claws. It touched me, which strengthened my desire to catch it. I first dug a hole in front of it and quickly put my hat in. The crab fell into my hat at once, and then I covered the riser with mineral water to prevent it from running out.
The sunset illuminated the entire beach, and I returned to my aunt’s house at the urging of my father. We spent the next few days playing around, but I will never forget the fun experience at the beach. Sixth Grade Notes and Composition 2
When we walked inside, the first thing that greeted us was the green willow tree sisters. They bent down and put their shiny hair on their shoulders. The autumn wind blew gently, Every time our hair dances in the wind, it's like a kind mother caressing our heads gently with her hands. This is a place where we can feel the greatest "maternal love" in the world. Looking from a distance, the willow trees form neat rows of "honor guards", looking heroic.
Walking along the soft mud road, we saw the tall Grandpa Wutong. He was so enthusiastic, helping the young granddaughter Furong to shade and fan herself every day. I'm afraid that my granddaughter will be harmed in the slightest. In the hot summer, he will always suffer from the scorching heat in order to shade many flowers and saplings; in the cold season, he will still brave the biting cold wind to protect his friends, ah! I couldn't help but admire deeply?
"Oh..." It turned out that it was the slippery grass that caused me to fall. Only then did I wake up. Don't underestimate them, theirs He's very capable! Look, the grasses may have specially prepared a beautiful dance to welcome the arrival of our "big army". This dance comes from the beautiful nature. Accompanied by Sister Feng, they sometimes rise and sometimes fall, like green waves and flying carpets. It is really beautiful.
After enjoying this beautiful dance, another "picture" appeared before my eyes. The fiery red "morning glow" - maple forest. It seems to be right next to us, as if we can reach out and touch it. It is like a flame, burning brightly in this land. You are more like little hands, your red face is really cute. You are so united, holding hands tightly, and your performance is so outstanding that we can't breathe.
Leaving the "Sea of Fire", we strolled into the "Sea of Swords". "What a strange metaphor!" After hearing the teacher's words, the students suddenly became commotion, and they were all puzzled. How could such a small and tender leaf be called a knife? Through the teacher's detailed description, we are still half-convinced. I want to wait until it grows up to see if it will really become that tough. I made a secret decision. Walking through a "sea of knives" - sisal forest, we were attracted by bursts of refreshing aroma. I smelled it and said, "Ah, it's so fragrant!" I quickly walked up, wow! This is really a "sea of fragrance". Dense osmanthus trees stand there. Their flowers are golden yellow and very small, but each of their petals contains infinite fragrance. The flowers exude fragrance, which is enough to It will captivate you all day and all night, its unique fragrance is unmatched by other flowers.
"Gather..." With the order, we have walked out of this flower and tree garden. Although there are many flowers and trees that I can't name, I deeply feel that you are the only one here. Only here can you feel the warmth of autumn, only here can you feel the tenderness of the autumn girl, only here can you feel the tenderness of the autumn wind... We returned to school with laughter. Although this autumn outing was so It is short-lived, but it brings me many memories and knowledge... Sixth Grade Notes Composition 3
"Red scarf meets the Chinese dream - listen to the party and be a good boy" I always remember this sentence. When it comes to "listen to the party's words and be a good boy", there are many examples around us. There is a saying that goes well: if the young are strong, the country will be strong; if the young are weak, the country will be weak. Our Young Pioneers should take this as the basis and keep it in mind.
Let me start with a little thing!
One day, when I came home from school and approached the gate of the community, I found a lot of foam, paper scraps and other garbage on the originally clean sidewalk. What was strange was that there was a "scrap mountain" on the uphill road ahead. It was slowly squirming, and when I looked carefully, I saw an old man collecting scraps struggling to push the results of his busy day. Seeing this, I seemed to understand something. I ran quickly and caught up with my grandfather. I put down my schoolbag and quickly helped my grandfather lift the cart. He probably felt that the car was going faster and he felt more relaxed. He looked back and saw my face flushed with exertion. He was grateful. smiled. In this way, my grandfather and I successfully pushed the "scrap mountain" through the uphill section. Grandpa gave me a thumbs up and praised me as a good boy. Although I was very happy to hear grandpa's praise, I still wanted to express the questions in my heart. Grandpa said embarrassedly: "Yes, I was sorting out the waste there just now, so I left a lot of garbage. I left when I saw no one was around." When I got the answer from the grandfather, I said: "It's good to correct your mistakes if you know they are wrong." , let’s get up and wipe it out!” Grandpa and I smiled happily when we saw the clean road we cleaned.
Another time, my father sent me to school. Because I left home late and the time was tight, my father was driving very fast on the way. After passing the traffic light, we arrived. At this moment, the green light started to flash. I knew this was a sign that the green light was about to end. I saw that my father had no intention of stopping at all. I quickly reminded: "Dad, brake quickly, brake quickly, stop, the light is going to be red." There was a "squeak" scream, and the car stopped in front of the zebra crossing. At this time, the green light also jumped to the red light. After my reminder, my father also ended the urge to rush to the green light. Dad, turned around, smiled and said to me: "You are right, Dad is wrong. Stopping for three points rather than racing for seconds is what every driver must abide by." I was very proud to receive praise from my dad, Not only must you adhere to these civilized behaviors, but you must also influence those around you to do so.
Did you see it? Civilization can also be regarded as a habit and our Chinese dream, which requires everyone to stand up and persevere. As Mr. Tao Xingzhi said, patriotism is everyone’s duty! Sixth Grade Notes and Composition 4
Mathematics, for me, is as difficult to understand as learning the Book of Heaven. To learn this subject well is tens of millions more difficult than Monk Tang’s journey to the West to obtain scriptures. Times!
When I was young, because I only knew how to play but forgot to study, I didn’t lay a good foundation at all, so I regret it very much now. It's a pity that no matter how much I sigh, I can't turn back the passing time.
Now that I am in the sixth grade, whenever I hear the word "mathematics", I not only get a headache, but also feel like sleeping. However, the teacher who has always been strict will definitely not allow him to sleep in class. In this way, when many boys were noisy, I occasionally joined the ranks of those who "didn't hear anything about reading and just kept making noise" that gave teachers a lot of headaches.
Whenever I see Teacher Wu walking into the classroom with a math test paper, my nervous heartbeat naturally becomes more intense. Sometimes, even though I seemed to understand something before, it didn't take long before I was still in a fog.
To be honest, I don’t want to grow up, and I always blame the person who invented mathematics. However, as long as they are studying in school, who can escape the endless troubles of learning mathematics in this life? Unexpectedly, adults all said that if we don’t learn mathematics well, we can’t make money, so we must learn this lesson well.
You must know that if you have poor math scores, it is useless to just blame your parents for not caring about you.
Just because of the subject of mathematics, my mother nags me every time and hates it so much. In fact, why don’t I want to work hard? Since you are a scholar, who doesn’t long for the brightest smile like “when you are named on the gold list”?
Alas! When will the days of endless worries come to an end? Sixth Grade Notes Composition Part 5
In my memory, there is such a piece of honey, scattered in the long river of my childhood, exuding an alluring fragrance, the lazy sunshine shines down, it is so full, Crystal clear, emitting golden light. After years of baptism, it still exudes golden light and an alluring fragrance. Savor it carefully and condense it into four words: sweet taste.
I think these should be my mother and father!
I remember when I was five or six years old, the swings in Liuyang River had not yet been dismantled, and my parents took me to play on the swings. "One! Two! Three! Pushed." Suddenly, I sat on the swing and started to swing. "It's so high! I'm so scared. Stop, stop!" My parents looked at me with panic on my face and made a sound. Smiling, like a pebble thrown into water, with happy ripples on his face, and so kind. Somehow, I looked at their smiling faces and shouted fear on my lips, but my heart was filled with deep love and I was no longer afraid. I seemed to have turned into a happy bird, flying higher and higher, as if I could reach the stars with just one hand. Looking at the smiles as bright as flowers on the faces of my parents, another string of laughter as clear as silver bells echoed in the grass...
A long time later, on a summer night, my father and I My mother took my hand again and went to the Liuyang River. The sky was full of stars, and the stars were like bright diamonds scattered in the dark blue sky. This time my father placed a huge piece of paper on a grassy slope and sat on it with my arms in his arms. My mother pushed hard and we slid down in a straight line. Because my father was too heavy, he fell and fell into the mud. I also fell on all fours, but I didn't cry. My father looked at my expression and smiled involuntarily. His eyes narrowed into a line on his pink face. , the corners of the mouth were raised hard, two small dimples appeared, and my mother laughed again...
The taste in my memory is sweet, and this taste was given to me by my parents. Sixth Grade Narrative Composition Part 6
There are four crabs in the water basin at my house. They were caught from the ravine during my spring outing. Look! Its black-red armor shows its might even more.
In the morning, I went to look at them and found that four legs of a small crab were missing. I felt strange. After observation, I finally discovered the murderer of the case-the big crab. It turned out that because there was no food for a few days, the big crab became malicious and cruelly cut off the legs of the little crab and ate them. *** Dabai, I cursed angrily, "The damn big crab only knows how to eat, eat, eat all day long, even his companions eat it." Dad heard the sound and said to me, "The big crab eats the little crab because it is hungry and to survive. And you catch crabs for fun. In comparison, who do you think is more vicious?" I was stunned for a moment and said to Dad Said, "Then let's let the crabs go!" "Dad agreed.
I took two plastic bags, poured some clean water into them, put the big crabs individually into the plastic bags (in order to stop them from killing each other) and then put them in The two smaller ones were put into a bag. Before leaving, I buried the poor dead crab with broken legs in a flower pot and made a simple grave with my father. Let's go.
The sun was shining all the way, which made us very hot. When we came to the edge of the ditch, the road was very steep, and my father asked me to throw the crabs into the ditch with the plastic bag. I didn't do this because I was afraid of hurting the crab. So I held the plastic bag containing the crab in one hand and held on to the stone on the mountainside with the other hand. I slowly found a place where the water was a little deeper and put it in. The crabs were put in. Crabs crawled farther and farther with the water. I watched them and silently wished them a safe journey.
Goodbye! Sixth Grade Notes Composition 7
Time flies so fast, a year has passed in the blink of an eye, but no matter how many years have passed, I will never forget this ridiculous thing.
This is what happened: One year ago. , my brother has just learned to speak, and he is looking for new words to learn. One day, my mother, who was doing laundry, said to my father: "Husband, please make the bed." "This sentence happened to be heard by the younger brother. The younger brother didn't know what "husband" meant, so he parroted it and said: "Husband" in a baby voice. Dad heard it and immediately burst into laughter.
The younger brother thought this was a very funny thing, so he ran to the living room, hugged his grandfather's legs, then raised his head and said to his grandfather with a smile: "Husband". Grandpa was stunned at first. Then he laughed, grinning from ear to ear. Then, the younger brother ran to the kitchen, grabbed the corner of grandma's clothes, and said coquettishly: "Husband," "What did you say?" "Grandma didn't hear clearly. "Old man--", the younger brother shouted loudly in a long voice. "Oh, you little brat..." Before grandma finished speaking, she burst into laughter. Later. , the little brother ran to the bathroom again and got into his mother's skirt. "Baby, what are you doing?" "Before my mother had time to finish asking, my brother innocently shouted "Husband——", which made my mother burst into tears. He even hugged his little pet quail and said "husband" seriously. I ran out to take a look. What are everyone laughing at? My younger brother came up to me and said coquettishly: "Husband. "Hahaha, you're laughing so hard." I laughed so hard that I couldn't straighten my waist.
Laughter filled every corner of our house, and even he himself laughed. Even his little pet "Little Quail" giggled.
Now, whenever I hear my mother calling my father "husband", I will think of this ridiculous thing. It made me laugh. Unfortunately, now that my brother has grown up, he understands the true meaning of "husband" and will never make such a joke again.
Sixth Grade Narrative Composition Chapter 8
Time flies, like a fleeting moment, and twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye. Today, I want to return to the hometown that makes me dream and yearn for it.
Sitting on the high-speed train, the train is like a giant dragon shuttling through the fields and mountains. Looking out, the woods are falling behind me, and the grasslands and mountains are passing by. I looked at every landscape, looking at the small village I was familiar with back then. How come the rows of tile-roofed houses that were smoking were all gone? Where have the folks moved to? After coming here for a while, a new countryside like a paradise came into view. It turned out that the villagers had all moved into new houses.
I got off the car and found that my hometown had undergone earth-shaking changes. "I feel more timid when I'm close to home. I don't dare to ask people." I stood at a loss on the busy street. Suddenly, my cell phone rang, and a familiar voice appeared in my ears. "You didn't tell me when you came back." Yeah." It turned out to be grandma's voice. After a while, I saw an old man with bright energy and high spirits walking towards me. I opened my eyes wide and looked more and more like my grandpa. I ran to my grandpa ecstatically and asked him, "How are the changes here?" It’s so big that it’s almost unrecognizable.” My grandpa told me, “The government here had a big renovation project a few years ago to build Chenzhou into a new city.” I nodded in understanding.
On the way to my grandpa’s house, my grandpa said to me, “The changes in the village have also been great.”
I was shocked at the door. How could the small tile-roofed house have changed? It became a six-story new house. I couldn’t believe my eyes. This was my grandpa’s house. I put down my luggage and couldn't wait for my grandpa to take me out to visit. I walked a short distance and came to the orchard. I saw round watermelons, star-shaped pears, and airplane-shaped persimmons from a distance. What surprised me was that there were paintings engraved on the fruit. I looked at it curiously, and my grandpa explained, "As long as you put a patterned sticker on the fruit while it is growing, the fruit will be imprinted with the pattern when it matures. This kind of sticker." It can also make the fruit sweeter and crispier." I'm already salivating when I see the fresh fruits. I didn't expect that growing fruits can be creative!
After visiting the orchard, we came to the stream. In this green kingdom, there were crisp calls of birds, the fragrance of camellias came to our nostrils, and beside the green grass beside the stream, The frogs were playing freely, and the fish were singing and dancing in the crystal clear stream. Grandpa took a few sips of the stream water. I thought to myself, can this water be drinkable? I suddenly got goosebumps. My grandpa seemed to have guessed my thoughts and said to me, "This water is sweet, come and try it." I took a sip doubtfully, and it turned out that it was still sweet. Everything here was delicious. It is a purely natural and pollution-free food. Thank you for the gift of nature!
The trip to my hometown twenty years later has endless aftertaste, and it was a worthwhile trip! Chapter 9 of the Sixth Grade Notes Composition
Early in the morning, I was sleeping soundly and sweetly in the warm quilt. My father asked me to get up, brush my teeth, wash my face, eat breakfast, and prepare to go to school. .
As soon as I went out, the weather was sunny and cheerful. On the road, I saw many cars coming and going. The people inside the cars had different expressions; some looked sleepy and cute. Koalas are dozing by the car window; some have smiles on their faces and are looking forward to going to school to share their secrets with their classmates. It's really interesting.
In the corner by the road, there is a group of poor stray dogs, all dirty, as if they have not taken a bath for thousands of years, and their bodies are covered with skin diseases. They are robbing in order to fill their stomachs. Where's the food? My sister and I tightened our little hands and walked quickly and carefully, not daring to disturb them. Our hearts were still pounding and beating!
Turning a corner, it was the dusk market that my mother often visited. The vegetable market was empty, and all the shops were not open. It felt deserted. I could only hear the whistle of the traffic policeman and the With the sound of cars and horns coming and going, I know that everyone’s busy day is about to begin!
On the way to school, I like to observe others. Something interesting happens every day, which makes me feel that walking to school is very interesting. Are you the same as me? Sixth Grade Narrative Composition Part 10
It’s snowing! It's snowing! My sister and I, who happened to be playing at my grandparents' house, rushed into the sunroom excitedly and looked out with joy: the heavy snow was like flying elves. On the road, some people frowned, maybe because it was too cold on the bicycle; some people stretched their hands out of the car window to feel the coldness of the snow. Take a clear look and you will see that the snow is not lying straight on the ground, but is floating at an angle, as if it is coming towards you. It’s scary!
When I came to the balcony, I saw that the flowers were covered with a thick layer of snow. Grandpa put plastic slippers on my sister and me. As soon as I stepped on the ground, I felt my feet were slippery. When I looked down... Oh my God! The soles of my feet are full of ice! Why didn't you see me just now? How strange! Look around again, wow! There are so many flowers on the balcony! There are all kinds of exotic flowers and plants - wintersweet, pine and cypress, camellia... Camellia is already snow-white, but against the backdrop of snow, it looks even whiter and flawless. The pine and cypress branches are also covered with "white snow blanket". Wintersweet is the cutest, yellow, small and exquisite; it is also the most colorful, and now it is wearing a white hat. I want to take a photo with this "gentleman" who is not afraid of the severe cold. The flash went off "suddenly" - and a perfect photo was recorded in the camera.
Since there is ice, why not skate? It must be fun to skate on the balcony wearing plastic slippers! Thinking of this, I slid up easily. The snowflakes hit my face along with the cold wind, which made me feel cool and very comfortable! Just when I was feeling proud, my foot slipped and I fell backwards... Fortunately, my center of gravity was stable, otherwise my butt would have been miserable! The younger sister was timid, but she smiled sweetly and opened her little hands from time to time to pick up the white snow, then held it to her chest and looked down at the white pieces slowly melting away in her hands. She must have felt amazing. Grandpa was watching and kept reminding us to be careful, but I still bumped into the wooden board and the flower pot. Dad hurriedly asked my sister and me to go in. I took the time to taste another mouthful of snow. The snow melted easily in my mouth. If I add some sugar, it will definitely taste better! I want to remember the scene of playing in the snow deeply in my mind, and I want to keep the feeling of touching the snow in my memory forever.
The snow gradually became lighter, but the scene in the snow was not indifferent, it was still fresh in my memory. I love this lovely, beautiful, soft white snow. The elders also say, "Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest!" This year must be an auspicious year.