The sixth grade narrative composition 1 cicadas are noisy, and the dense branches can't stop the scorching sun. In just visiting Middle School, a new semester is coming to us, which is also the last year of primary school life. Hello, sixth grade.
Five years ago, childish as we were, we stepped into the primary school with a vision. Looking at the red scarf fluttering in the wind, we young people gradually realize that we should study hard at school and have a good future. In a blink of an eye, I was in the sixth grade. I don't remember how many sunsets and sunrises I have seen on campus. All I remember is that we laughed and cried. On the playground, we ran in the scorching sun, and our school uniforms were soaked with sweat. From grade one to grade six, it seems that we all grow up on the run.
The electric fan overhead is spinning, listening to the teacher standing on the podium and talking passionately. There is the sound of turning over books, and there is the sound of a ballpoint pen scratching on the paper. Sweat slipped down my hair to my face and dripped on the book. We listened to the cicada singing outside the window, like the countdown bell. Every day is a little homework piled up in my head, sweating, enriching, painful and happy every day. Hello, my sixth grade.
In the sixth grade, we also ushered in the district sports sampling inspection. So we insisted on training and sweated on the plastic track, a group of 50×8. Stand at the starting line and listen to the whistle. When the whistle sounded, everyone rushed forward desperately. When I was running hard, your encouragement reached my ears. Suddenly, my body seems to have an invisible force, accelerating beyond one classmate after another. The moment I crossed the finish line, my heart was sweet, as if fatigue had disappeared. We always grow up in the face of light. In the eyes of teenagers, we should have dreams and distant places. Hello, sixth grade.
"People themselves are spotlights, and I am the illuminant."
In the sixth grade, I will put on my school uniform, carry my schoolbag and study hard. Not for anyone, but for myself when I grow up. Even against the wind, we will win the game.
The whirlwind in midsummer swept away the prosperity of the world, leaving a youthful smile. Go forward bravely, and you will see the dawn and the other side of success.
Teenagers are not afraid of long years, and we still have glory. Hello, my sixth grade.
6 th grade narrative composition 2 Everyone shed tears, a little sad, a little angry, a little full of worries, and a little pierced the heart like an arrow. ...
I also shed a lot of tears, and what impressed me the most was the tears of grief and indignation.
It was a Friday, because we were going to have a holiday, so everyone was very excited, and I was no exception, but I didn't expect a storm to attack me slowly. After class, I feel at ease to do my homework.
Suddenly, I found that the test paper on my desk disappeared without a trace. Look around, yeah! Jiang Tianhao, a famous "naughty egg" in the class, is playing with my test paper with great interest! I quickly shouted: "Jiang Tianhao, give me my test paper back!" I didn't expect him not to return it, but to play more arrogantly and "bah" me from time to time. I used my quick wits to pick up Jiang Tianhao's test paper and said with a ghostly smile, "Hey, hey, I'll kill the ticket if you don't return it." He pretended to be helpless and said, "You put mine back first, and I'll give it back to you right away." I am an honest man. Seeing his sincerity, I immediately released the hostages. And the hateful Jiang Tianhao actually crumpled my paper and threw it back. I turned my head in anger and gnashed his test paper into a ball.
I thought things would come to an end, but I didn't expect to find a journey halfway: in the evening, because the math teacher went to class, the substitute teacher assigned homework. Suddenly, the teacher saw Jiang Tianhao's tattered test paper. First, he slapped him unreasonably, and then reprimanded him: "It's only been half a day, and you've ruined the test paper like this!" Jiang Tianhao pointed at me and said, "He did it." The teacher asked me to change it with him at once. First of all, I said I wrote it. I just wanted to make it clear. The teacher scolded me indiscriminately with rude words, and then took my test paper away and tore it into many small pieces. ...
I was shocked, tears welled up and I was heartbroken ... He trampled on my self-esteem and hit my heart ...
I remember that when I first entered the sixth grade and moved into the new classroom, the desks were very short, almost reaching my stomach. I watched the students write on their backs in class, because the table was too low, much like sorghum stalks that were cut down but no one came to collect them. I was very unhappy and decided to try to raise the table.
I borrowed two wrenches, one large and one small, from my grandmother's house this afternoon to adjust the table with a male classmate at the back table. I took a big wrench, adjusted the size, stuck the inward nut, and the male student screwed the outward screw with a small wrench. He is very powerful. What I want to do is not only to repair, but to exert myself in the opposite direction, so as to maintain balance. I tightened my muscles and took a deep breath, for fear that the slippery nut would come out of the wrench slot accidentally. One turn ... two turns ... Finally, a screw was screwed out smoothly. However, this is only the first step of the long March, not even half a table. When removing the two screws, a third student needs to lift the table. The shell of the table is very heavy, and there are several kilograms of our schoolbags in it. In order not to make the people who lift the table too tired, we try our best to speed up.
In less than three weeks, we repaired 60 desks in the class by listening to the radio and taking a break. When I saw that everyone could sit up straight and look radiant, I felt a sense of pride. This activity is a win-win situation, from which I gained a job skill, learned to use dexterity, exercised grip strength and tension, and won the respect of the whole class. I understand that you can get what you give. After all, "give someone a rose, and the hand has a lingering fragrance."
During the summer vacation, it is the hottest time, and cicadas are screaming at the top of their lungs, which makes people very impatient. Some friends and I decided to go to a place we don't know-the river.
When we arrived at the river, we saw many people playing happily in the water, and some people still dipped their hands and feet in the water. Some are washing their faces with towels, and some simply "soak" their whole bodies in water.
We are going to catch fish under the bridge. Fish should like cold.
There are not many people under the bridge. When we got there, they left in twos and threes, and this became our "world". I was the first in the water and turned over a stone. "Hey, nothing." I regret to say. A good friend of mine is also in the water. He opened a stone and said, "Yo, a crab!" " "He grabbed the crab and laughed. Then, others can't wait for groundwater. Just like us, turning the stone over, we get something, and I have nothing.
Suddenly, I saw a small fish and followed it. I was just about to "start" when I was dumbfounded: "Wow, what a big mussel!" I screamed. At this time, a friend of mine said that he saw it, and I said that I saw it. Suddenly, the pot under the bridge exploded and the mussel competition began. The sound of "mine, mine" came from the bottom of the bridge, and the adults next to it also came to "watch", so we quarreled more vigorously. I think, heart is better than action, just take it directly. But unexpectedly, I was stirred by a stone and broke into "dog food *" Suddenly, the river flooded into my mouth, and the adults on one side laughed until tears fell. My friend who grabbed the clam shell with me also smiled and said, "Come on, I'll give you this clam shell to see if you are miserable, hahaha!" " "Hey, who wants this mussel? It's just mussels, but there are no pearls. " I immediately retorted, wanted to dismiss some face, said, got up and walked home.
That day, I got nothing, but my mother scolded me. What bad luck
I was very happy when I saw the rabbit. Gently stroking black hair brings endless happiness and sweetness to my heart. The sunshine is particularly bright, which warms my heart and makes me as drunk as the wine in my dream.
She is my ninth rabbit, so I call her Xiao Jiu.
The sky is blue, without a cloud. Spring dances in front of Xiao Jiu and me. After repeated weighing, I gave up the time to do my homework after school and went to play on the grass with Xiao Jiu.
Her eyes sparkle like a magnificent ruby, which embraces the whole world. The green grass seems to be the sustenance of her heart. When she got there, she was very excited, jumping and jumping, burying her head in the haystack, smelling everything, as happy as a child who received a toy.
The sky is as blue as the sun, and the air is so fresh that there is no trace of impurities. This is the first day of my second week with Xiao Jiu.
She is very lively recently, and the green grass reflects the red mirror. I didn't wait there, so I put her down, leaned down and said softly, "Xiao Jiu, look, there is a lot of grass there!" " "My eyes are shining with happiness, and the days with Xiao Jiu are really happy.
I don't know if she understands, but she ran to the grass at a fast speed, filled with emotion: Xiao Jiu originally belonged to that spring. There are treasures that fascinate her that I can't give her.
Nightmares come faster, and I'm not prepared. Under the strong light, the car honked its horn, and the tire seemed to want to stop spinning, but it rushed forward uncontrollably. I just watched Xiao Jiu disappear into the shadows. I couldn't see or touch it. I could never find it again.
"Xiao Jiu-"I heard the brakes of the car and vaguely saw the owner get off to check. I didn't go there, just looking at the washed sky blue, and there was a blue sky in front of me-Xiao Jiu, is this how she looks at spring?
1999, in the process of looking for spring, she lost contact with me. ...
Sixth grade narrative composition 6 hissed, backache, ligament strain, and almost fell asleep on the pillow. These reactions are "harmful" to practicing dance during the day.
During the summer vacation, in order to participate in the talent audition of Super Baby, my friends and I came to Wang Yuke's dance teacher's studio this morning to rehearse our program.
The teacher jumps first, the dance is flexible and smooth, and the action is done in one go. Good-looking is good-looking, not small How can you succeed if you don't practice dancing? Practice, of course!
The teacher jumped the first eight beats in slow motion and began to tell us the basic movements: "The basic movements of jazz dance are tolerance and chest expansion. Put your arms away and don't turn your wrists. Come, come with me. " The teacher said, lead us to do the action.
I haven't danced in recent years, and my body is a little stiff. We followed the teacher's footsteps and lined up. "Jazz dance is different from the kind of dance that specifically expresses the mechanical sense of robots. The action should be supplemented, not too stiff. " The teacher skillfully helps us to correct our movements and teaches us how to do them coherently and rhythmically.
Finally, after learning the whole dance, we were already sweating and panting. However, this is not over yet. After lunch, we went to the dance studio, had a rest, and stood up to practice again. Jumping over and over again, grasping loopholes, finding mistakes, and even practicing the tacit understanding of cooperation. Although it is only 27 degrees Celsius today, the sweat has soaked the short sleeves. Everyone dances as hard as they can, as if they are challenging their limits.
Finally, we danced completely correctly and can have a rest. As soon as I sat down, the sequelae immediately appeared-my arms and legs were not mine at all. But a sense of accomplishment also arises spontaneously.
Sixth grade narrative composition 7 Hey, what are you doing! "At this moment I didn't react.
"Yes ... I'm sorry!" He quickly apologized.
"You'd better go home, I've seen through your little trick!" I crossed my hands and rubbed my stomach. I am very angry!
If I hadn't gone out and met that little sister-the little sister I dreamed of in my dream. I ran home crying and ran into her. She said to me, "that big brother has a thin layer of transparent candy paper on his lips, which melts when he touches water." I just saw my eldest sister run away, and my eldest brother licked his lips and said,' Well, that's sweet!' Then he left with a smile. "Hearing this, I wanted to think, there is a sweet taste. Damn it! I was fooled like this, and I cried! I have never been fooled since I was a child! But I was curious and asked my little sister, "didn't you leave?" "My little sister said," I just walked not far, and I saw that scene as soon as I turned my head, and I couldn't bear to walk away! " "Hum, even my little sister read my jokes!
"I thought you really came to apologize." Stranger still, I can't help but accept it. "I didn't expect all this to be planned by you!"
I looked at the banana peel behind him. Don't get me wrong, it's his hand behind his back, the banana peel in his hand.
"It's amazing!" He speaks in a different tone, as if he had heard it somewhere. "Finally appeared a clever, alas, those girls were cheated by me before ..."
"What are you doing? Why do you want to get close to me ... who are we girls coming here? " I looked at him doubtfully, and his answer made me even more confused.
"Didn't you say I spoke in a different tone? Have you heard of it before? " When did I say that?
"Sloppy-"He looked at my puzzled expression and laughed. "Well, I won't buy this imprison son son with you. I am the one who said' stupid human' in your dream! I am not an ordinary person! The girl's laughter came from the painting of Ji by the "ruler" in the "Royal Pavilion". You girls can come in because of painting halberds! However, she won't appear at will unless ... "
He said a lot of nonsense, and I also remembered that dream. The name "Ji Hua" appeals to me most because. ...
After the teacher assigned the homework for the seven-day National Day holiday, I found that one of the Chinese homework writing topics was my teacher. I laughed at this topic. I am so excited. I wrote about this topic thousands of times in primary school. I know the format like the back of my head. Yes, I feel that it is time to write such a composition after entering junior high school for three months.
I still want to write about my Chinese teacher. Hehe, my composition is very selfish. Naturally, the old Chinese teacher will correct it. If I praise him more, won't my composition be praised? The first time I met Mr. Yuan was when I paid my tuition. When I first signed up in No.2 Middle School, Mr. Yuan sat there collecting money. Well, maybe it's because of a once-in-a-lifetime relationship. He was very kind to me after school started. But at that time, I didn't know his last name. I didn't know it until I started preschool the day before class. It turns out that the teacher's surname is Yuan.
Teacher Yuan is excellent! At the 24th Teachers' Congress, the school awarded awards to outstanding teachers. I saw Miss Yuan in the figure of only four people. Wow! I am so excited. It feels good to think that I am in a class taught by an excellent teacher. I am almost at a loss. I'm really excited. I don't know how to describe the excitement.
In the first class, I found Mr. Yuan's class really easy to understand. I immediately fell in love with Mr. Yuan's lecture. I always raise my hand to speak in class. After getting along for three months, I found that Mr. Yuan is actually very humorous and often tells some funny things in class, and these things are very important. Moreover, Mr. Yuan also likes to hold a buy one get one free activity. After speaking an exercise, there will be a little knowledge, which is what we have learned.
Teacher Yuan, you only left three papers and five diaries during the seven-day National Day holiday, which is really insignificant compared with more than a dozen papers in other classes!
Ok, Mr. Yuan, I'll stop here. As for the appearance, let's talk about it when I write about the teacher!
Sixth grade narrative composition 9 "Chefs strive for hegemony and eat the world!" " Although the activity of seeing the world has passed, happy memories are lingering in my mind.
This time, we will make our own lunch! I will wrap spring rolls with my classmates.
Hmm! I take back my words. The cold dish used to wrap spring rolls next to it exudes a fragrance, which is both fragrant and spicy. Spicy things are most likely to arouse my appetite, and I can't help but drool.
I picked up a piece of dough, thick in the middle, but thin around, almost transparent. Pick a cold dish and gently put it on the dough, and the oil will disperse at once, as if it were painted with orange pigment. Fortunately, the dough in the middle is thick enough, I think.
I'll lift the skin on the right to cover the dish first, and then lift the skin on the left to wrap it. Finally, because the skin around is too thin, we should carefully turn the lower end up and wrap the lower part to prevent the vegetables from falling out. Too many vegetable bags or accidentally broken skin, can not be wrapped, or delicious oil and vegetables "spilled" in one hand; Or the food is not delicious.
It's wrapped. There's only one last step left, damn it! My skin was torn and oil spilled all over my hand. What shall we do? Eat? Lost it? Regardless? I still want to eat, want to taste. I was hesitating when someone said, "Oh dear! Eat it! " I seem to have been greatly inspired and put it in my mouth. Mmm ... it's delicious!
This spring roll is really delicious, sour and spicy. Sour, like kimchi, has an endless aftertaste; Spicy, like boiling fire, stir! I tasted it carefully and wanted to eat another one.
After eating, I told my classmates that the spring rolls were delicious and I wanted to eat them again.
Soon, five spring rolls were sent into my mouth and fell into my stomach. Some were wrapped by my classmates, and some by myself.
Alas! I ate six before I finished the bag. Although I want to control it, I need to eat food to "win" the world. Making spring rolls is so interesting!
Sixth grade narrative composition 10 If we are flowers, teachers are hardworking gardeners; If we are birds, the teacher is a tree for birds to live in; If we are fish, the teacher is a pool of blue waves.
I remember when the fourth grade was divided into classes, I was assigned to Class 5, Grade 4. The class is full of strange classmates and teachers. In class, I am not used to having boys who interrupt the teacher. When the class was over, I was extremely depressed without the silvery laughter of those girls. After only one day of class, I cried and told my mother that I would go back to the class where I used to teach teachers. My mother looked at my sad face and said to me, "Mom will help you find a way." The next day in Chinese class, the Chinese teacher asked us to dictate words. He reads books and his classmates' notebooks. I don't know when his eyes fell on my notebook and asked me, "What's your name?" I dare not look directly at the teacher. I just lowered my head and whispered, "My name is He Chicheng." The teacher said loudly, "He Chicheng's dictation is very good. She wrote every word correctly." At this time, I looked up at the teacher and was very excited. The teacher also asked me to answer questions in class, and sometimes asked me to read the text aloud. May be the teacher's attention, students have come to make friends with me. I gradually expelled my strangeness and integrated into this new class. One day, when I came home, my mother said to me, "I have told Miss Wang about your shift, and she will help you find a way." I smiled and said to my mother, "No, I like this new class very much. I decided not to transfer classes. " My mother looked at me in surprise. After a while, she smiled knowingly. "Just get used to it!"
With sunshine, flowers can bloom brilliantly; With the shade of big trees, birds have a place to live; With the nourishment of the pool water, the fish will survive; With the encouragement of teachers, we can grow up healthily.
The teacher who made me determined to stay in this class is my present Chinese teacher-Miss Wang!
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and it flies in a blink of an eye. I am full of gratitude to my teacher. I want to use a poem to describe my mood at this time: love at first sight is too hasty, and the school flower is a little red. Deep friendship is always in the dream of the soul, and deep kindness is always in the heart.
Sixth grade narrative composition 1 1 I had a happy childhood, when things were like stars in the sky, countless. But there is only one thing I remember.
It was a summer when I was six years old. My grandmother and mother went shopping, and I was alone at home. Usually naughty and active, how can you sit still? I immediately put down the colorful cartoons and went downstairs to find new fun.
Just as I was racking my brains to play a prank, a "giggle" interrupted my train of thought. Looking inside, it turned out to be a hen walking! An idea suddenly came to my mind: I usually watch grandma go to the chicken shed to pick up the eggs laid by chickens. It is better to take action today to reduce grandma's burden! So, I started a "secret operation" in the direction of the chicken shed, and soon I arrived at my destination smoothly. Then, I watched every move of the chickens outside the chicken shed at any time.
Finally, many good things happen. After more than ten minutes of close monitoring, the chickens finally started to act. I seized the opportunity, jumped on one of the hens, grabbed its body and began to dig eggs. But after digging for ten minutes, I still can't pull out an egg. This made me suddenly stunned: Hey? How can there be no eggs? Is that impossible? Is there something wrong with my method? I thought about it, and then I started to act again. This time, I changed the battle plan. I slapped its body with my hand first, and then scooped out the eggs while patting it, but the result was still beyond my expectation.
Who would have thought that the chicken would fight back with its sharp claws when it was in extreme pain? Finally, it is conceivable that there are blood stains on my white and tender hands, which makes me cry and cry. After a while, grandma and mom came back. After listening to the whole story, they said in distress situation: "Hens can lay their own eggs, so you don't have to dig them out. Instead, you asked for it. " After listening to it, I suddenly realized.
How interesting it is to dig out eggs in the chicken shed! Although it has been several years, when I think about it now, it is as vivid as what happened yesterday.
Everyone has a home, some are warm, some are full of laughter, some are warm and loving, and I have a warm family.
Home is our safe haven, the cradle of our growth, the growth book of what happened in our family, and records all our experiences.
"I'll make you a cake!" This is the sound coming from the kitchen. Today, I don't know who influenced my mother, and suddenly I want to make a cake for us. First, she poured one kilogram of milk into the rice cooker and put in 300 grams of noodles. This is a beginner! I think this cake must be a failure. Finally, my mother put more than 20 red dates. At that time, a good friend of mine wanted to try this "delicious" cake, but unfortunately he didn't eat it. Why? It's not that the cake is burnt, it's that mom put too much material. It was made around 1 1 in the afternoon. As I expected, it was in this crow's mouth. The bread made is really unusual, very thick and not as naughty and lovely as usual. If birds see this kind of bread, they will fly away in fear. I put up with it in order to give my mother some face. This incident reflects mother's innocence and loveliness. You may think, how can a child say that about his mother? This is your fault. This transparent wall between my mother and me has long been destroyed by our new cooperation, and we have long been good friends at zero distance. Here, I want to remind mothers all over the world to communicate with their children more! The child has a lot of heartfelt words to say to you! This is my home, a warm home. Do you have such a home?
I remember when you asked me that question, my answer was very helpless. I don't know what's on your mind, but I know it will be very helpless. Maybe we are the same person from a certain angle, and we have some similarities.
You are a very strange person. But I know you are special in other ways, and I know what the gap is between you and me. I know I want to learn from you, and you have been my role model ever since.
You are really a very clever boy. But you have made the same effort, which is why you have achieved such excellent results. I was wrong before. I thought you were always a playful child. It is only because of your cleverness that you have achieved such results. But in the process, I inadvertently saw your efforts, and I found that I was wrong before.
Cleverness and hard work are two different things. They may be related, but not very close. No matter how clever a person is, he needs to work hard.
You have great dreams. Is a person with strong opinions and ideas. Maybe sometimes a little headstrong. But from what you say and do, I seem to see that your future life will be rich and colorful.
I remember you telling me your dream. What you said moved me very much, and I think I can remember it all my life. So if I hear your name or see you again somewhere in the future, I hope you can pursue your dream. You have successfully pursued your dream.
I will never forget the child who is full of hope and is not afraid of hardship and fatigue.
A dancing figure is reflected in the flowers of the sixth grade narrative composition 14, and graceful Uighur girls are dancing. Her beautiful figure, slender fingers dancing in the wind, fluttering long skirt whirring with the girl's footsteps. I put her in the palm of my hand and couldn't help sighing that such a clever picture was simply cut out by art.
There are three small bowls on the girl's head, which are placed on her beautiful little flower hat. There are two bead curtains hanging on the brim, both inlaid with flowers. The girl's long skirt is particularly beautiful. Look! The top three curtains are all embroidered with delicate lace. Her skirt is wavy lace with a few small flowers like sunshine on it. The girl's expression is very happy, dancing "top bowl dance" and enjoying it. Look at her lovely face, white and small, with curved arch eyebrows, slender almond eyes and cherry-like cute mouth. What a lovely girl!
I looked at it carefully and unconsciously flew into the fantasy world: the girl slightly tilted her slender fingers and twisted her body, and suddenly her long skirt floated. She danced with rapt attention, and everything was so quiet in the soft moonlight, as if everyone was enjoying her dance. The girl spread out her hands and danced freely. She danced so softly, so pure, so moving, and the flowers were shaking gently. Suddenly, the girl looked up at the starry sky and stopped for a while. She saw the stars winking at her, as if begging her to dance for a while. At the moment, the breeze blew and the girl danced a fiery dance. She twisted her neck and wrist. She waved her arms proudly like a peacock, collided with porcelain bowls like bells, brushed flowers like the wind blowing leaves, and danced like a fairy. The wind is light and the clouds are light, and the moonlight is softer. Flowers, grass, trees and everything around them are intoxicated, and even the birds on the trees lie in their nests and enjoy quietly. This night, there was a moonlight rendering, a girl's dance, a breeze accompaniment, and a natural audience. It was so beautiful!
The girl went back with light steps, and the world was calm again.
Sixth grade narrative composition 15 ball, dear, do you remember? We had an agreement a long time ago! Time flies, you must not remember! Since you came to my house, we have made an agreement to share life and death. From that day on, you will be mine!
That afternoon, when the sun set, I met you. If I meet an old friend, I will buy you. Later, I was stumped by going home by car! I got on the bus for fear that you would take off my paws, but you fell asleep in my hands. I saw it, and the way you slept motionless on your side was really cute! I just watched, my face and mouth kept rising, and my heart was full of unspeakable happiness. I think you too!
But, ball, didn't we have an appointment? How can you break the contract?
In the early morning of August 6th, you left me, us, this family, this world and even your daughter Xiaoxiao.
Ball, I know, you must be reluctant, because you are reluctant to part with me, this family, and even more reluctant to let go! !
Ball ball, over the years, our dribs and drabs, ups and downs, don't you forget? Why else would you say goodbye like this? ! Ball, I will take good care of the "world" that we have walked together over the years. Even if I am about to turn to dust, I will never forget you!
Ball, ball, as you said in Listen attentively, you went to another world to sing, didn't you? You must wait for me! After several decades, I will still accompany you, let you continue to lick my fingers, and I will take Xiaoxiao with me. You must miss us very much! I will play with your mother and son until eternity passes!