After class, the students happily came to the playground to play games. Look! Some students play football,
Some bungee jumping, some throwing sandbags, some throwing handkerchiefs ... Suddenly, the quiet playground became very lively. The most interesting thing is throwing sandbags. A dozen classmates and I came to play with sandbags in the shade of a big tree. We are divided into four groups, with four students standing in the middle and four students standing on both sides. The rules of the game are: students on both sides throw sandbags at students in the middle. The students in the middle each have three lives. If the person in the middle keeps throwing sandbags, you can add one life, and if you are hit by people on both sides, you will lose one life. The students in the second group started to send it? Ball? Yes, Li Ruoyu flew in suddenly? Ball? It's a pity that I was hit and immediately lost my life! It's really annoying to lose at the beginning! Shi Dui shouted:? We must be careful, we can only win this time, not lose! ? Her voice really works. The second time we met, it changed immediately. Zhu and I both have something on each other? Ball? . We beat each other easily. Everyone jumped and jumped, so happy! Then we exchanged roles with each other. Fight? Here we go again. When we attacked, Xu Longfei of the other side was too slow, and I was a little worried about her. My hand moves like lightning. Ball? Flying to the other side's position, my heart pounded like a rabbit, for fear of being caught by the other side. Ball? I actually hit two players of the other team. That's it? Ball? Fly on the court
When flying away, the students jumped up and down and cheered. At this moment, the class bell rang, so we had to retreat in a hurry. What a nostalgic ten-minute recess!
2. Composition for Grade 5 and 6 (there are a lot of scene descriptions, 500 words) Ding Lingling ... Whenever I hear this wonderful sound of class ending, I will think of the happy ten minutes between classes in a conditioned way.
After class, the teacher loudly announced today's homework. Only a dozen students listened to the full house, and the rest have already achieved great things. At that time, the classroom was panoramic, with 56 faces and 56 flowers ... half asked the teacher what homework he had left, and a quarter chatted with WC. Others are paying attention to the small concert given by my dear friend JJ Lin.
The so-called "there is no tiger in the mountain, and the monkey is the king". At this point, the classroom seemed to explode and boil. Oh, it's really classy. Ren Junjie, the king of idols, showed his talent, but the only fly in the ointment was that there was no equipment, and everything seemed simple. Ren Junjie took a broom as a guitar and a highlighter as a microphone, and began to perform. He cleared his throat to show that he was ready to meet his best friend. Look at that old man floating around like a ghost. "Fly freely in your heart ..." Oh, it's really full of pride. Lao Han is short and looks like a flea in the crowd. The more he sang, the more excited he became. He closed his eyes narcissistically and walked through the Arc de Triomphe like a victorious general. "Thank you ..." Narcissism made his voice loud. He tossed his head and assumed a cool posture. His "diehard fans" were very excited, and cheers and boos pushed the ten-minute break to * * *.
Ding Lingling ... When the class started, the noisy classroom immediately quieted down, just like the surging tide began to ebb. The students returned to their seats, because the ten minutes between classes effectively buffered everyone's nervous thinking, and the students were absorbed in welcoming the new class.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, my father took me to visit a temple fair in Yantai.
Walking into the temple fair gate, I saw a sea of people there. There are stalls neatly arranged on both sides of the road: some sell famous stinky tofu in Changsha, some sell mutton kebabs with attractive fragrance, some sell Tianjin twist with various flavors, some sell steaming stews, some sell delicious corn cobs, and some uncles are ingenious and selling: they make lifelike grasshoppers with straw, dancing butterflies with sugar, and colorful flowers and plants with plasticine.
Walking and watching, I reached the top of the mountain unconsciously. Looking down from a high place, two long booths are like two winding Youlong, wandering among tourists in the mountains. There is a platform on the top of the mountain, which is used for performance. Performances include Beijing Opera, solo, chorus and dance. What moved me most was the aunts who performed the dance. In order to live up to the audience, they wore thin clothes, stamped their feet and shivered in the cold wind. It's their turn They dance gracefully, like clever swallows, and drive away the cold with elegant dance.
Behind the stage is the Eight Immortals Pavilion. I walked in curiously. There are many large and small handicrafts made of gourd: some are engraved with the zodiac, some are engraved with blessing poems, some are engraved with exquisite patterns, and some are carved into hollowed-out lamps. I picked a delicate gourd carved with a horse and reluctantly left the Eight Immortals Pavilion.
The temple fair is really lively. I will come again next time!
3. One of the most unforgettable things in the sixth grade composition is the 800-word description.
Sixth grade narrative 1000 words
At night, lonely and silent, I stared at a pot of jasmine and couldn't help but recall that time.
It was a summer vacation, and my balcony was full of jasmine flowers, with fragrance and dew. Beautiful and lovely Molly smiled shyly with her white face upturned. I am so happy that I can't wait to drag the girl next door to enjoy this beautiful jasmine.
I dragged her to the balcony and proudly pointed to a pot of jasmine and said, "This is my favorite jasmine. Look, how white, tender and fragrant! " "I held my head proudly, grinned, and stared at her with a pair of expectant eyes, hoping to get her praise." Well, it's really beautiful! "The girl's eyes were wide open, and her pupils were shining with bright spots in the sun. Her eyes were full of envy and joy, and she kept looking at Molly. Her mouth was half open, revealing a row of neat white teeth, blushing like two peach blossoms. I am so proud to see her greedy.
"The weather is very hot. I'm going for a drink. " I said, turning and running into the house. Leave the girl alone on the balcony. After a while, I returned to the balcony, but the girl became flustered, her eyes were erratic, her mouth was panting, and her breathing became rapid, just like a pair of immortals. She said, "I have something at home. Sorry, I have to go first! " "She left my house in a hurry. I didn't care and continued to immerse myself in the fragrance of jasmine.
Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a bare branch, and I thought to myself: Where did this newly blooming flower come from? Wow, even if it doesn't bloom, there must be a flower bone! The more you think about it, the more wrong it is. Instead, I patted my forehead: By the way, didn't I go out for a drink? She must have secretly pinched a flower while I was drinking water. Otherwise, she wouldn't be so flustered. It turns out that she has a guilty conscience!
The more I think about it, the angrier I get. The fire of anger burns in my chest, my eyelids turn up, my mouth tightens, and I feel unspeakable anger in my heart. I was so excited that my hands rubbed and my lips trembled. I feel a numb, hot thing slowly coming to my face. It's no use trying to stop it, so we have to let nature take its course. The face gradually burns up to the ear, and the brain is like a pot of paste, which is terrible! My brain, carried away by anger, won't allow me to think for another second. I found her in a hurry and shouted, "Why are you pinching my flowers?" The girl frowned innocently, stood up shyly and said timidly, "I didn't wow!" " "
I was even angrier when I saw her say that. I won't allow her to quibble any more. All she said was reprimand. She was speechless and sad. Her head is buried very low, like a grass with a broken root, and her head is drooping. I complained a few words and left.
But when I returned to the balcony, I looked intently and found a small flower on the so-called "bald branch"! I was dumbfounded. It turned out to be just a misunderstanding! I blushed to the ears, my face was spicy and my hands broke out in a cold sweat. While complaining about my carelessness, I was afraid that the girl would never talk to me again. I just feel a mess in my heart, as if thousands of ants have crawled over. I deeply regret my careless suspicion, which wronged the good people and cast a shadow over my sincere friendship with girls. ...
Every time I think about it, I can't get rid of the feeling that it is not a taste.
4. A composition of about 800 words about the success of grade six should describe in detail that life is full of many firsts: the first cooking, the first performance, the first pet ..., and the first time is like the footprints on our growing road.
The most unforgettable "first time" is washing dishes. I remember that spring morning, the bright sunshine shone on the willow branches, and the spring breeze blew on the willow branches, and the yard was suddenly full of vibrant scenes. Mom and dad who are used to morning exercises can't help being attracted by all the love. They put down their bowls and chopsticks and ran into the yard, sometimes rubbing their hands with willows, and sometimes with the spring breeze. What a beautiful picture!
Looking at this touching scene, I also want to go down and kick a few feet to "sweep my legs". But when I saw the messy dining table and thought of my parents' hard work, I was not tempted. So I took out an empty basin, put the tableware after breakfast in it, took half a basin of water, poured in a few drops of detergent and soaked it, imitating my parents' "standardized" action: holding the bowl in my left hand and brushing it with my right hand, and brushing it quickly. In less than a minute, the "Symphony of Pots and Pots" and "Performance" ended. I looked left and right, admiring the fruits of my labor. At this time, a ray of sunshine shone in, and all the clean plates were shiny. I jump around like a kitten, let alone how happy I am!
At this point, full of energy.
It is a bold attempt to write a 500-word composition in a lively scene in the sixth grade, which makes people brave, interesting and ecstatic. The failed attempt is unforgettable, but the successful attempt has benefited people a lot. I still remember that attempt today.
I remember that time, it was spring, and my father and I went to Nanjing Park to play. We had a good time: the interesting ups and downs of the merry-go-round, jumping frogs, uncontrollable bumper cars and rapids, but what impressed me most was the crazy roller coaster.
When I first saw this monster, I had already backed out. That guy is wearing a red coat E69DA5E6BA903231313335323635438+034313313633338. Like a concentrated small train, it is different from ordinary small trains. It runs in an unusual orbit. Sometimes it climbs up, sometimes it dives, sometimes it turns into a spiral, and sometimes it turns into a centrifugal turn. Seeing people on the boat, some howling, some crying, and sometimes screaming in my ears, makes me feel scared. But dad ignored me and dragged me into the car, so I had to close my eyes? "Ding-",a crisp * * sound woke me up from my "dream".
The car drove slowly forward and climbed up, as if it were smooth. I opened my eyes and enjoyed the beautiful scenery around me. Suddenly, I swooped down, my heart was almost in my throat, but my father was poised beside me. "A wave is not flat, and a wave starts again." Suddenly, the car came to a centrifugal rotation, and everything was spinning. I feel dizzy and all I hear is screams? After seven or eight minutes of suffering, I finally ended this thrilling amusement. As soon as the seat belt was loosened, I got off first.
I finally beat myself. Defeating opponents is strength, and defeating yourself is courage! Students, let's have the courage to try and constantly beat ourselves on the long road of life in the future.
6. I was moved by this scene about writing scenes in the composition of the sixth grade in primary school. Some accidental things will make me unforgettable all my life and haunt me from time to time.
Because, you may be able to get inspiration from it and realize some philosophy of life. This was more than a month ago.
Once, my mother and I went to the market to buy things. In the rain, we vaguely saw a figure with a lot of things falling next to it. I thought to myself: Is that aunt missing something? To help her. I told my mother what I thought, and my mother finally promised me to help the aunt.
I leaned over to my aunt, and I was actually awakened-there were fruits all over the floor, and fruits infiltrated by sand. If I touch those fruits, my hands will touch mud with water and soil. Unexpectedly, while I was hesitating, several younger brothers from the kindergarten came over and picked up the fruit without hesitation. They also took out toilet paper from their pockets and wiped the sand on it.
At this time, the aunt took out a bag of fruit from the bicycle basket in front. The fruit looked attractive, but the little brothers returned it to their aunt. At this time, I looked at the side, surrounded by many people, and there was amazing applause.
Those little brothers moved on with their children's innocence. In the later years, somehow, I often think of those little brothers and that aunt, and there will always be a little excitement when I think of them.
7. Scene Description Tug-of-War Composition 600 700 words Tug-of-War 600 words
"Hello, everyone, let's explain the tug-of-war between Class Six and Class Four." I was watching the game as a small host.
"This is a tug-of-war between Class Six and Class Four," said the referee.
"The game is about to start, and the players in each class have firmly grasped the rope." Listen to the whistle at the beginning. I said excitedly, "The game started, and both players began to pull the rope. I saw the rope leaning towards Class 6 and Class 6 bit by bit, and the students in Class 4 showed no weakness. They all tried to pull the rope. The rope is biased towards Class Six and Class Four. At this time, the students of Class Six suddenly made a strong effort and caught Class Four off guard. The rope suddenly deviated to class six, and class four couldn't hold on. Class six won and the students cheered. "
"In the second game, at the beginning, the players of Class Six tried their best to play a beautiful blitzkrieg. I didn't expect the members of Class Four to learn from their mistakes from the beginning. Obviously, they want to fight a' protracted war' with their opponents to run out of energy. The members of Class 6 worked hard again and again, and some students blushed, but they didn't succeed yet. The physical strength of the class 6 players began to decline, and the class 4 players took advantage of the' protracted war' to easily win the game.
At this point, the hearts of the students outside the stadium are in their throats, because this is a decisive game. "At the beginning of the third game, the players in both classes wanted to play blitzkrieg, but it didn't have any effect on each other. At this time, the game was deadlocked. I think any class will win as long as it persists and works harder. Through my observation, all the students in Class Four have bean-sized sweat on their faces. It must be that the' protracted war' in the last game was too tired, and this game must be exhausted. The students in Class Six seized the opportunity and made great efforts. The students in class four didn't respond at all, and class six won the game with difficulty. " I think this victory is due to the strong will and excellent team spirit of the students in Class Six. The members of Class 6, Grade 6 fought a beautiful battle.
700-word composition of tug-of-war competition
My leader: tug of war. Do you remember when was the last tug of war? Tug of war has many essentials. Have you mastered them? Are you a cheerleader for everyone in the tug-of-war? Or do you want to join the tug-of-war team? Ding. As soon as the bell rang, Mr. Zhang, the head teacher, came in and said, "Students, our sixth grade group is going to hold a tug-of-war competition, and everyone will quickly gather in Little Square." After hearing the good news, the students immediately cheered and came to Little Square in front of the teaching building. Everyone is gearing up and full of confidence, and they all want to win glory for our class.
Mr. Lin, our monitor, is the referee. Before the competition, the class teacher of each class draws lots to decide the order of the competition. Our Class 6 (Class 7) and Class 6 (Class 8) started the competition first. The head teachers of the two classes carefully selected 20 "elites", only to see the students selected by the teachers smiling, and the students who lost the election looked depressed. At this time, our head teacher said to everyone: "The students who were not selected are cheerleaders, and everyone needs Qi Xin to work together to win the game!" I saw the players of each team staring at the referee's whistle.
Members of our class hold long ropes, spread their legs according to the teacher's requirements, and squat down with their faces tight and their mouths tight, looking like they have answers. With a whistle, the game finally started. The square suddenly boiled and cheered. The red scarf tied in the middle of the long rope swings from side to side, affecting everyone's heart. All the students in our class clung to the long rope, leaned back and stepped back. Especially the "Hercules" in the front row, all alive and kicking, with red apples all over their faces. The red scarf has been moving back and forth on the center line, and we dare not relax at all. The other side is also eyeing up. Teacher Zhang saw that the situation was not good, and immediately organized cheerleaders to cheer for the players, saying, "Come on, Class 64! Class 6 and Class 4 will win ". Although the players in our class are exhausted, seeing the teacher's self-confidence suddenly ignited the indomitable flame in everyone's hearts. The students suddenly flinched, as if they had been endowed with great power. This long rope related to the fate of our class was finally pulled by us. In an instant, the students in Class 7 fell like a string of little bells. Our class won, and all the students jumped! Hug! Don't mention how happy you are!
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The tug-of-war was over, and our class won, which was simply "Dong Fangbubai"! The students were intoxicated with the joy of victory. I also realized a truth: unity is strength!
8. Write a lively scene. At the end of the day, the street will be very lively.
You see, on the street, all kinds of vehicles are constantly flowing, blocking the road. There are fast cars, fast motorcycles, light electric cars and leisurely bicycles ... we feel like we are in the ocean of cars. Vehicles are also lined up in long queues.
Look, the street is crowded with people and everyone is smiling. Young people are walking in small groups. They wear MP3 players, listen to music and can't help singing along. Some young people are talking and laughing, and their laughter has been echoing in the street. Old people sit quietly on long chairs with crutches, bathed in warm sunshine, which is really comfortable! The children are jumping and jumping, especially greedy, as long as they hear someone shouting, "mutton kebabs!" " Mutton kebabs! "Smelling the attractive fragrance, I couldn't help but let my parents buy a bunch, so I bought it!
Listen, the horn of the car, the music in the shop and people's laughter are intertwined, like a symphony.
In the evening, it is more lively here. One after another, the lights shone like little stars in the sky.
Ah! I really like busy streets!
9. I was moved by this scene about writing scenes in the composition of sixth grade primary school.
Some accidental things will be unforgettable and haunt you all the time. Because, you may be able to get inspiration from it and realize some philosophy of life.
This was more than a month ago. Once, my mother and I went to the market to buy things. In the rain, we vaguely saw a figure with a lot of things falling next to it. I thought: Did that aunt miss something? To help her. I told my mother what I thought, and my mother finally promised me to help the aunt.
I leaned over to my aunt, and I was actually awakened-there were fruits all over the floor, and fruits infiltrated by sand. If I touch those fruits, my hands will touch mud with water and soil.
Unexpectedly, while I was hesitating, several younger brothers from the kindergarten came over and picked up the fruit without hesitation. They also took out toilet paper from their pockets and wiped the sand on it. At this time, the aunt took out a bag of fruit from the bicycle basket in front. The fruit looked attractive, but the little brothers returned it to their aunt.
At this time, I looked at the side, surrounded by many people, and there was amazing applause. Those little brothers moved on with their children's innocence.
In the later years, somehow, I often think of those little brothers and aunts, and every time I think of them, there will always be a little excitement. ...