Composition for Unit 3 of Volume 1 for Grade 6
In daily life or work and study, everyone must come into contact with composition. Composition writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? Below is the composition of the third unit of the sixth grade volume I collected for you. You are welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. Composition 1 of the third unit of the sixth grade volume 1
It has been 11 years since I came to this world. My birth has brought a lot of joy to the family. Under the careful care of teachers and parents, I slowly grew from an ignorant toddler into a polite and disciplined teenager. I am a "young and beautiful boy" who is about to enter junior high school: tall, with a pair of sensitive ears, a pair of small and clever eyes, a small and exquisite nose and a eloquent mouth.
I heard my mother say that when I was a baby, I was chubby and very smart. I could talk when I was nine months old, which made my mother very happy; I could walk when I was ten months old and wobbly. I stumbled around but refused to be supported, and once fell off the bed and still have scars on my face. Grandma said that I have been very polite since I was four years old, and I would call out to people I met on the street. By the time I was in first grade, I had a stronger ambition. I remember when I was in first grade, the teacher said that only a small number of students could join the Young Pioneers. I thought: What an honor it is to wear a red scarf! After that, I redoubled my efforts and did well in all aspects. I ranked first in my grade in every exam, so I joined the Young Pioneers among the first batch. I felt extremely honored when I took the oath and thought: My efforts have not been in vain! In third grade I was in the top three in Willow Springs every time I took the test. In order to let me know that "there is a better world", my mother transferred me to my current school. In terms of study, I can read more extracurricular books. Therefore, the compositions I wrote in fourth and fifth grade were often praised by teachers. Last year, my joint composition "I am looking forward to" was published in the second issue of "Modern Parents" and received many awards. 20 Yuan manuscript fee; I have always been among the top in my class in math scores, but one of my problems is carelessness. This time, I scored more than 80 points in the monthly math test. When I handed out the paper, I saw that it was all due to carelessness. Misfortune; but English has always been my weakness, and I always rely on my mother’s guidance to do well in the exam.
Sometimes I also surf the Internet. The Internet is a colorful world. I can look at the moving poems, listen to the beautiful music, and share the joy of writing with my peers on blogs. Some worries will suddenly disappear. The smoke disappeared.
Now that I have entered the sixth grade, I have gradually become more sensible and no longer playful. My study has undergone major changes. I will no longer complain about the amount of homework and have learned to relieve stress. If you learn to squeeze time for motivation, many difficulties will be solved.
Compared with when I was a child, I have indeed made progress, but the road of life is tortuous and long. There is no limit to learning, and there are still many things I don’t understand. I think: As long as we have lofty ideals and carry on with the tenacious will and courage to fight, we will definitely be able to enter the palace of success, and the picture of life will be colorful!
Friend, you know me well, reach out your hand and let us forge ahead hand in hand on the road of life! Composition 2 of the third unit of the first volume of the sixth grade
"Tick-tack! Tick-tack!" It was raining, and I hurriedly held up the umbrella. The moment I raised my head, he entered me Line of sight -
In the distance, a disabled old man, who unfortunately lost his legs, was kneeling on a movable wooden board. He was too old, with a thin, dark-grey face; he was wearing tattered clothes and hiding from the rain under the eaves; his back was hunched over, and he stretched out his hands like dead branches to passers-by. However, most of the passers-by turned a blind eye and hurried on.
The sky was very dark and rainy. I looked at the old man and felt a surge of sympathy in my heart. I walked over. The corners of his eyes were covered with scattered wrinkles, like a piece of old cypress bark; a pair of dull eyes were sunken deeply, full of begging; the protruding part of his forehead was carved with several deep wrinkles, as if It was whipped; he was in rags.
I touched my pocket and found that I only had two yuan. I looked at the old man again: I must give it to him! No matter how much or how little.
I walked over in three steps and two steps, and handed the money to him - thin! At that moment, his hands were so thin, just skin and bones!
The old man said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, thank you!"
I looked up - Oh my God! His face was even pitifully thin, and the protruding bones could be seen. Those dull eyes and white lips moved, showing sincere gratitude.
"You're welcome." I said softly.
At that moment, I was about to cry. Those weather-beaten hands, those pleading eyes, and that thin face made people feel uncomfortable.
After walking far away, I looked back: tattered clothes; a thin, black face; hands like dead branches; a pair of dull eyes?.
God, bless him!
Comment: The author tightly grasped the description of the appearance of the disabled old man, and in order from far to near, let us see the tattered clothes more clearly, the thin, black Face, hands like dead branches, dull eyes? The little author's "momentary" action not only moved the old man, but also moved the readers. Let us all lend a helping hand like the little author, pass on this love, and let the world be filled with sunshine forever. Composition 3, Unit 3, Volume 1, Sixth Grade
I believe many people have heard such a story. In ancient times, a man named Meng Xin had a very poor family, no rice for cooking, and only one sick cow. One day when he was out, his nephew took the cow to the market and sold it. Meng Xin was very angry when he came back and blamed his nephew for selling the sick cow to others. He personally found the buyer, returned the money in full, and took back his sick cow. Through the smoke and dust of history, we clearly see that what Meng Xin is holding tightly in his hands is by no means a sick ox, but a healthy and noble moral rope. It introduces a person's quality and cultivation into the holy place of purity. This is the power of integrity.
Mr. Lu Xun once said: "Integrity is the foundation of human beings! Integrity is more attractive than money, more reliable than beauty, and more timely than honor!" Integrity is the most beautiful and most important thing in life. The precious and most important quality is the wealth of modern civilization. In July 2016, an authoritative American media reported: In order to avenge his father and brother who were killed in the Palestinian-Israeli war, a 13-year-old Palestinian boy, Yusuf, packed dry food and asked three friends to hit the road. Unfortunately, he was shot and killed by Israeli soldiers while rushing through an Israeli checkpoint. When people were sorting out Yusuf's belongings, they found a letter written to his mother. In addition to writing some words of revenge, the letter also wrote: Because I was on the road in a hurry, I bought three loaves of bread in a convenience store. A bottle of milk before I had time to pay. If you sacrifice yourself, please mother must pay back the 0 or 3 cents. The boy would rather give up his life than abandon his integrity.
There is an old saying in China, "If a person has no faith, he does not know what he is capable of?" Integrity is a basic quality that a person should have. Our primary school students are young and are in the stage of forming their world view. We should know more about integrity and speak about integrity. Integrity and good moral behavior are formed from an early age. However, in our lives, there are many students who are dishonest. They fight, make trouble, skip school, copy homework, cheat on exams... They also make up a lot of excuses to deceive teachers and parents. Some students even engage in thieves and steal their classmates' belongings; they promise to return them. The things I gave to my classmates were lost again. This shows that many students have lost their integrity and the most basic moral principles of life. Our primary school students are the future and hope of our motherland. We should all treat others, society, and the future with a sincere heart. Integrity is the most beautiful and holy soul. It makes people have a clear conscience and an open mind.
Students, let us hold on to the position of integrity, start from me, start from now, sow the seeds of integrity to take root and sprout, and watch the flowers of integrity bloom with a smile! Never fade! Composition 4 of the third unit of the sixth grade volume 1
This world is a colorful world. It is the beauty of nature that makes the world more colorful. The scenery of nature makes people want to turn into butterflies and fly to various places in the world. The scenery in many places makes people forget to leave. This is the magic of nature. The four seasons of nature are even more memorable.
In autumn, the green leaves on the branches turn yellow and fall one after another. A layer of golden carpet was laid on the ground, which made a "creeping" sound when stepped on. The weather is getting colder, which makes people feel sad. The streets also became quiet. There is no more vitality in nature.
In winter, the most beautiful thing is when it snows. It puts new clothes on the earth. At a glance, everything is white. It's like arriving in another world. Although the weather is cold, the children are still so happy, playing with snow poles and building snowmen. see them. It brought back my memories. The reason why I like snow is because its purity makes people forget all their worries at once. Become happy.
In spring, green buds grow on the trees, and everything wakes up from its deep sleep. In the morning, when I opened the window, I smelled the freshness after the rain, smelled the fragrance of flowers, saw the birds singing happily on the branches, and the wind blew across the lake, creating layers of microwaves.
Summer nights are quiet and dark everywhere, but the sound of insects breaks the quiet night. The insects played a "symphony". In the sky, bright stars appeared twinkling. Looking at these beautiful stars, I remembered the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. And the bright moon, looking at all this, entered a sweet dream.
Nature is not only beautiful in all four seasons, its scenery is so beautiful everywhere.
When we arrived at the top of Mount Tai, the scenery was really beautiful. I stretched out my hand and seemed to catch the cloud. It was cool and felt so comfortable. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and seem to smell the breath of nature. Looking around, the mountains are so small. It's like what the poet said, "When you are at the top of the mountain, you can see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance."
When I came to the beach, looking at the endless sea and blowing the warm sea breeze, I forgot many worries. The sky and the sea reflect each other. Under the sky, people are surfing to their heart's content. At this time, the sea has layers of big waves, and the waves are angry and make a "huge" sound. Seagulls flying over the sea seem to leave traces. How wonderful it all is.
The scenery of nature cannot be described in words, its beauty can only be felt with the heart.
I hope that the beauty of nature will last forever. Composition 5 of the third unit of the sixth grade volume 1
During the holidays, the hot sun scorched the earth, few people walked on the streets, and the small shops on the street were closed and the air conditioners were turned on. The surrounding area seemed lifeless. Pedestrians passing by held up parasols, grabbed the advertising leaflets they picked up, and left quickly, fanning themselves in the wind.
I put on my sun protection clothing, carried my bag, walked on the hot asphalt road, approached my mother’s car, which was smoking due to the sun, and started home. Along the way, my mother held the steering wheel tightly. As a novice, she did not dare to relax at all. She stared straight ahead and moved forward slowly, several times slower than the speed of a turtle. A few meters of road seemed to her like a marathon. .
I quietly watched her use her unskilled driving skills to carefully control the car, traveling between roads. The cicadas on the trees on both sides of the road kept shouting, which drew my eyes out of the car window. The lush leaves covered the sidewalk completely, making it suffocating to look at. There is an old red brick house on the right. The sun spares no effort to shine on the earth, and the brick wall is also tanned yellow.
At this moment, a loud "bang" broke the calm. I quickly rolled down the window and explored the place where the roar came from after confirming that it was safe. Where? ! Suddenly, I turned my attention to a blue tricycle on the sidewalk. The tricycle tilted to the left and rolled over, with the right rear wheel still spinning. An old man in his seventies struggled to stand up from the ground, but failed. The huge tricycle pressed him to the ground, causing him to scream in pain.
When my mother heard the call, she nervously pulled over to the side of the car, ran over three steps at a time, and I quickly followed. When I got closer, I saw that he was an old man collecting scraps, with tears shining in his cloudy eyes. My mother used all her strength to lift the tricycle upwards, and her thin body burst out with huge energy. I ran forward and straightened the tricycle with her, helped up the grandfather who fell on the ground, and asked for his phone number. Notify his family.
The old man frowned and kept shouting "hum". "Oops, not good! My legs are bleeding!" My mother motioned for me to help my grandfather get into the car and take him to a nearby hospital. After bandaging the wound, my mother took out a five hundred dollar bill from her bag without hesitation and gave it to the grandfather for examination. I waited quietly to watch my mother busy, and crystal beads of sweat appeared on her face. The sweat beads condensed into one word - love! I was deeply moved. Composition 6, Unit 3, Volume 1, Sixth Grade
Regardless of whether our heartstrings will tremble like ripples, the heroic spirit of "youth can be mad at anything" in the past has been buried in the dust for a long time, even though it makes us No longer reckless, no longer impulsive, looking at things with an indifferent and calm eye, but it brought me a lot of troubles growing up. So in the experience and troubles, we gain an extra temperament and demeanor. This is the pain of growing up.
At home, I have to play the role of a good girl. I have grown up, and something called vitality has sprouted in my bones. The vitality I should have been suppressed by my mother and I dare not reveal it. This double-sided me confuses me. I always want to be a gentleman again and be myself; but my mother has always been proud of having a daughter like me. However, there is unspeakable sadness in my heart...
When I get home every day, I am confused by a lot of homework. I work hard to write and write, but the homework is finished today and tomorrow Also, it seems like I can never finish writing. I studied hard all day long at school, and the teacher was urging me. Although I took my studies very seriously, I also felt that studying was boring, boring, and miserable.
After studying, I sometimes find a patch of grass that has not yet withered. Sometimes I find myself in front of my desk or window sill, watching the rows of trees standing in the distance fighting for their last breath. A hint of bright green. When I look at them in a daze, I have a lot of thoughts in my heart. When my eyes return to the trees, my mood suddenly becomes brighter, the pressure disappears, and I turn to the busy study.
Nowadays, we have enjoyed high material benefits, but we feel more and more tired. Parents have great expectations for their children. We all love our parents, so we dare not relax. But as I grow older, I doubt myself more and more, can I do it? Compared with those successful big shots, I feel that I am far away from them. For the first time, my ideal of more than ten years was shaken, and I thought that even hundreds of millions of dollars could not buy a happy mood and a pure heart.
Sometimes I often think to myself, what is growth? Sometimes growth is full of bitterness and joy, and sometimes growth is mixed with a bit of regret. Even so, the charm of growth is still irresistible.
People need to mature and people also need to grow. This is the natural law of human reproduction. Troubles make me good at thinking. I grow up day by day in the troubles. I know that troubles are the catalyst for growth. Composition 7 of the third unit of the sixth grade volume 1
What is care? The light breeze blows away the dark clouds, which is the care of the wind for the blue sky; the light rain moistens the dryness, which is the care of the water for the earth.
When I am tired from studying, my mother peels an apple for me, which is my mother’s care; when I am thirsty, my friend helps me get a glass of water, which is my friend’s care; when I am depressed, I get a word of comfort, which is my mother’s care. ; When you are happy, having friends share your happiness with you is caring; when the festival comes, receiving a small blessing, even if it is just a petal or a leaf, is caring!
Caring is the expectation of parents, the tireless teachings and satisfied smiles of teachers, the care of patients by angels in white, and the selfless spirit of the People's Liberation Army during disaster relief. Care is like a blossoming tuberose, blooming gently and silently revealing its fragrance.
Each of us lives in the collective and is a member of the big family of the collective. Unity, mutual help, and mutual care are essential moral qualities. We must not only learn knowledge, but also care for each other, unite and help each other with our classmates. Only every classmate has a caring heart, is humble to each other, tolerates each other, and lives in harmony. Regardless of any difficulties at the moment, everyone can work together, think in one place, and work hard to achieve collective common progress.
While we were studying in the spacious and bright classroom, we thought about the war-torn Iraq, the African refugees who couldn’t even eat, and how many people were like us in remote and impoverished areas. Children of the same age who should grow up in singing and happiness, the world and life are so unfair to them! We must call for peace, call for the solution to poverty, and call for more care for them. We must also do our best to care for them and help them, so that they can have sunshine and happiness like us!
The world is our only big family. Everyone and every life has their own rights. We must care for every creature in this world, care for the grass, care for animals, and protect the environment. When we destroy trees, flash floods occur; when we pollute rivers, fish and shrimps become extinct. Only when we care for the environment in which we live can we have green shade under the sun and sweet river water.
Classmates! Let us care for each other and feel the care. Because of the care of the spring breeze, she melts the ice, revives all things, and brings people to a beautiful season. Because of the care of the spring rain, "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently". Let us follow the spring breeze and spring rain and work together to care for our classmates, our campus, our city, our world, and every grass and river around us! Make our world a better place! Chapter 4: Caring for each other. Composition 8, Unit 3, Volume 1, Grade 6
I am a grass, ordinary and ordinary.
In March, the slightly warm wind blew, and under the warm sunshine, Mother Earth woke up. So, she woke us up from sleeping soundly in her arms.
Opening her hazy sleepy eyes, "Ah! Mom, why is it so dark? Why can't I see anything?" Mom smiled and said, "My child, the light is above you, come on, Climb onto your mother's shoulders and you can see the light, the blue sky, the flowing clouds, the flowing streams..."
So, I embarked on the journey. The target is mom’s shoulders. Dark, lonely, cold, scared, my heart is shaking. But when I think of the sky, floating clouds, streams... I move forward hard with hope and never look back.
One day, two days, one week, two weeks, finally, I stood on my mother’s shoulders. Sure enough, the sky with floating clouds is so blue, and the gurgling stream is so beautiful... At this moment, the breath of life is everywhere, including mine.
Another month has passed, and under the care of my mother, I have become stronger. One day, two men came to our house with a wooden board. I stretched out my head and stared at them curiously. Ah, it looks weird. I saw them holding up the boards in their hands, looking at me and my brothers and sisters, then waving the pens in their hands and whispering something in their mouths. I listened. "Look, what a beautiful painting, heaven and earth are the best designers. Look, the grass is so green. Since March, they broke the ground and endured endless pain, so today, they are flourishing . They are the ones who truly understand the meaning of life. Although they are ordinary, they long for life and love life." "Yes!" Another person continued, "They have suffered countless times. Pain. In the wind, rain, and cold wind, they never give in. The ordinary and ordinary reality have performed the miracle of life."
"People always pursue greatness and think that greatness is the only thing in life. Only then can we create a monument of life. I think when they see these grasses, they will definitely say that they are wrong."
I was puzzled by what they said. So, I relayed these words to my mother. My mother listened, nodded, and said, "Son, you will understand later."
A few more months passed, and I got old.
At the moment when life was about to disappear, I finally understood: life is not about size and length. Although I am just an ordinary grass, I have not lost the meaning of life.
I have no regrets in this life. Composition 9, Unit 3, Volume 1, Sixth Grade
That happened three years ago, but I still remember it in my heart. What happened that day gave me the motivation and courage to move forward.
That winter, my grandfather got sick and the weather was not very cold. When I came home from school, I saw my father, uncle, and aunt preparing to take my grandfather to Liaocheng for medical treatment. I heard from my mother that grandpa's illness was very serious, but after all, I didn't see grandpa and didn't know the specific situation. Later, my grandfather was hospitalized, and my father, uncle, and aunt took turns taking care of him. Because my uncle's home is in Liaocheng, it is very convenient to come and go. I heard from my mother that grandpa seemed to be seriously ill, but the family agreed not to tell grandma and grandpa the truth yet, and asked me to keep this "secret". I have always been honest, but seeing the seriousness of the problem, I decided to Don’t tell your grandparents. I also heard that a man was seriously ill, and his family told him the truth, and the man died soon. As the political textbook says, white lies do not violate moral requirements.
After a while, when my mother and I went to see my grandpa again, he was already feeling better. During these days, my uncle brought meals to Grandpa every day, and some relatives and friends also brought milk and food. But Grandpa’s emaciated body made my eyes filled with tears, and I couldn’t help but shed them. I remembered many things I had done before, my own mistakes, and the words that made my grandfather angry.
My grandpa used to love me very much because I was the only grandson beside him. Grandpa often goes to the market, and every time delicious food comes, he lets me eat it first. When I do something wrong, he always forgives me and then tells me I can't do it again. I am very obedient, but sometimes very naughty. He will be very angry when I make a big mistake, but he will forget it soon. I often played chess with my grandfather. He taught me chess, but my chess skills later caught up with his, and we were at par with each other. Grandpa is cautious when playing chess, but I am different. I often take the initiative to attack and often suffer losses. Grandpa is amiable in my heart, and he is kind-hearted and helpful. I sometimes stayed with my grandpa all day, and he accompanied me through my wonderful childhood.
At that time, he was already ill and could not take care of himself. My father, uncle, and aunt had to take turns taking care of him, so I had fewer opportunities to see my grandfather. I always hoped to take my turn as soon as possible. Come to my house.
Grandpa and grandma have been talking and laughing since then, and their personalities seem to have become cheerful. Later, my grandfather passed away, and he did not know his true condition until the moment he passed away. My grandfather's passing made me very sad, and it made me understand that I should cherish every minute and every second now, and don't wait until you regret it before you perform your filial piety, because it will be too late. Honoring your parents is a traditional virtue. Seize the moment, honor your parents, and learn to be grateful!
Sixth Grade Volume 1 Unit 3 Composition 10
Lies are not all bad what people say! I think: There is a kind of white lie in the world, which can even weave beautiful stories!
If you don’t believe it, let me tell you a story:
When someone was a child, his family was not rich, and his physical condition has been very poor since he was born. , his father died before he was born, and only he and his mother were left in the family to depend on each other. During the day, his mother went to work in the fields, and when she returned home at night, she had to do some embroidery work until midnight every night. Every time he eats, his mother always leaves the delicious and nutritious foods for him to eat, and the unpalatable and nutritious foods for herself. When the son was 8 years old, he felt confused and asked his mother: "Mom, why do you always leave those delicious foods to me? Don't you like eating?" The mother said: "Yes, I If you don’t like eating, you should eat more. You are weak and should eat more to supplement your nutrition!”
When my son was in college, he had to pay more than 10,000 yuan in tuition per semester. For this family, this number is simply an astronomical figure! But mothers work harder to make money in order to provide for their children to study. Because of this, my mother became ill due to overwork, and she could no longer do hard work in the future. After the son found out, he gave up the opportunity to go to college and found a job in the village with a monthly salary of more than 200 yuan. This money could barely satisfy his and his mother's lives.
Once, the son caught a fish from the river and came back to make soup for his mother. When the soup was ready, the son gave a big bowl to his mother and a small bowl to himself. The son put the bowls on the table, picked up the big bowl and said to his mother, "Mom, come and have some soup!" The mother shook her head, pointed to the small bowl and said, "No, I don't like to drink it the least." The small bowl is enough for me! You can drink the big bowl! You should eat more to supplement your nutrition!"
After a while, People in the village knew that my son would not go to college! People in the village said that he was simply a fool for giving up his great future for his mother! What a fool! But he said this: "No, I am not a fool, if I am a fool, then you are big fools.
Because only a fool would not take care of his relatives for the sake of his own fame, wealth and benefits. Now even a fool like me knows how to take care of his relatives, so aren't you even worse? "
Soon, my mother passed away. Before she died, she still said the same thing: "You are weak, you should eat more to supplement your nutrition! ”
Look, this is a beautiful story woven with white lies, do you like it? Composition 11, Unit 3, Volume 1, Grade 6
When I was in the fifth grade, I already I am now a member of the school's table tennis team. While playing table tennis, I have established a deep friendship with the team members, and I have improved my skills little by little under the guidance of the coach. In a blink of an eye, I am in sixth grade, the coach said. The sixth grade should focus on academics and eliminate two of us. Even though I didn’t want anyone to leave, that day came.
In the first round, I performed well. , the previous players all lost 2:0. By the second round, I was not playing so easily, and almost lost to my last opponent, Ding Hongyue. , finally met me.
The game started, I served first. I sent a quick ball to her right, she blocked it lightly, and I came back suddenly. Push, the ball flew over, and she hit it flatly without haste. This ball is really powerful. I thought: I can only try my luck!" I concentrated all my strength on my wrist and hit it back. Just when I was proud, she flipped her wrist and struck back, and the ball flew towards my heart like an arrow from the string. Ah! No, this is a trick. I could only watch helplessly, without any way to fight back, and lost a goal. Before I knew it, the score had become 5:6. Although I was lagging behind, I was secretly cheering for myself. She followed up with a fastball. I immediately defended and gently pushed the ball to the left, and the ball flew in a straight line again. As soon as she blocked it, the ball flew back again. I hurriedly pulled back, but she didn't catch up, haha! I won a point.
The score gradually became even from 8:9 to 10:10... At the last moment, this was the goal that decided my fate. I took the ball and sent it out. With a "swish" sound, the ball flew towards Ding Hongyue. She pulled it and the ball flew towards me again. I immediately turned sideways to catch the ball, but she didn't catch it and the ball fell to the ground. I was extremely happy. Ding Hongyue said unconvinced, "I will work harder next time and beat you!"
Although I won this competition, I still have to keep practicing and keep working hard, as the saying goes. : There are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the world.
The sport of table tennis has really benefited me a lot. Not only has it gained me happiness and friendship, but it has also taught me the Olympic spirit of being faster, higher and stronger. I will definitely have my heroic figure on the court in 2017. I believe that as long as I work hard, I will be able to realize my Olympic dream!