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The composition of a sixth-grade writer
No matter in school or in society, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Through composition, we can gather scattered thoughts together. Still at a loss for composition? The following are four essays by sixth-grade writers I collected for reference only, hoping to help everyone.

1 Speaking of my friends, there are countless, but my best friend is Li Shipeng.

He is about my height, with big eyes under a pair of black eyebrows and a glib mouth under his nose. Although his face is not so good, his heart is so kind and always considerate of others.

Once, a classmate in our class accidentally fell down. Li Shipeng picked her up and took her back to the classroom. Then she wiped the dirt next to the wound on her arm with toilet paper dipped in a little water. After cleaning, Li Shipeng didn't go to the playground with Chen Mingtao, but accompanied his classmates.

Another time, it happened to be the day of the final exam. Teacher Gu asked us to take out the things for the exam. I took out my pencil case, correction fluid and other school supplies and rummaged around, but I couldn't find the compass. Maybe I forgot to bring it when I came here this morning. What should I do? I stamped my feet in a hurry, and Li Shipeng, who was sitting behind me, said, "Wei Jubi, what's wrong with you?" I said, "It's all my fault. I forgot to bring my compass this morning. " No sooner had I finished than Li Shipeng went to his seat and lent me his compass. I asked him, "What about you?" Li Shipeng said, "Never mind, I still have it."

When I got home after the exam, I sat alone in front of the computer, staring at this special compass, and I couldn't calm down for a long time.

After six years of primary school, my classmates and I grew up side by side, and the flowers of friendship bloomed quietly in each other's hearts. The classmates knew each other's personalities and characteristics like the back of their hands. I am most familiar with this unusual girl. Her name is Zhang Yaxuan.

She deserves to be called "Xuan Ya", and her first impression will be "quiet". Get along for a long time, sometimes comfortable, sometimes lively. When you are at ease, people will think that the air around you is condensed and cold. When it's busy, people feel strong sunshine and happy. She has a unique personality, which is really elegant but not depressing.

From the outside, she is a lovely girl! Two curved crescent eyebrows, those eyes reveal aura and burning brilliance, and the corners of the mouth are raised, revealing two dimples. Qi Er's short hair does not reflect masculinity, but the spirit of a lady is vaguely hidden behind her hair.

She loves reading very much, which is beyond doubt in the class. She took a book and stared at it straight, as if the words in the book had been sucked into her mind by those eyes. Sometimes I meditate, sometimes I write down one or two strokes. The way of reading is unpredictable, and no one knows whether the plot in the book makes her happy or sad.

Zhang Yaxuan has been with my classmate for six years, and I have a panoramic view of her every move. She once said to herself, "Me! I like the color of money best and the taste of money best. " Obviously, he is a money addict. But she rolled her eyes and said, "I call this thrift, okay?" I stared and said, "I don't understand!"

I am lucky to be her friend and classmate.

Last Monday, our school held a Wushu practice shooting activity.

On that day, we wore bright martial arts costumes and brought flowers, and the students were all refreshed, holding their heads high and very excited.

Shooting started. The first is our teacher's phalanx. Wearing white clothes and blue trousers, they ran into the stadium, all dashing. Then the third and fourth grades, with flowers in their hands, ran out of the door of the first Miao building with the rhythm of music. The ranks are neat and the flowers in their hands rustle.

It's our turn to grade five or six. First, in the sixth grade, they ran out of the colorful building, and then in our fifth grade. We shouted slogans: "one, two, three, four, one, two, three, four." Lively and fit, upright, self-taught, self-reliant! " This voice is powerful and resounds throughout the campus for a long time.

When doing martial arts exercises, students are clean and powerful; When I was an original cheerleader in our school, my classmates danced with the cheerful music! Jump! Our flower balls are sparkling, just like hundreds of colorful flowers in full bloom on campus; When the members of the school cheerleading team were doing competitive cheerleading, other students waved their flowers to cheer for them. Their series of interesting actions made us laugh.

On Friday, all the teachers and students cheered and ran to tell each other. Because we won the "District Award" and "Spirit Award". At this moment, the training scene flashed before my eyes, and it was really ups and downs. As soon as the martial arts competition in our school is over, we will begin to prepare for next month's competition. "Hands flat, legs straight!" This is the voice of Teacher Gong during a big recess activity training. "Hands should be hard and straight." Teacher Gong is reminding us again.

After this big break, Teacher Teng, the head teacher, began to keep asking us to train martial arts movements, and even marked with a pen which class to practice and which class not to practice. Starting large-scale exercises as soon as we have time often makes us complain bitterly and feel powerless. So Mr. Teng decided to change this phenomenon by grasping the details. Although it is not as hard as "big practice", you have to practice again if you can't do a little detail well. When we go home every day, it is either backache or backache, which is the "sour" and "bitter" in training.

What impressed me the most was that once, when we were training martial arts movements in the gym and doing "transfer movements", I either did the opposite or didn't exert myself. I made a mistake the first time. Mr. Teng just called me Xiao Wu by my nickname. But by the third time, I was no longer so "friendly" and called me "Xiao Wu". Instead, when the eyes of the whole class gathered on me, and even some students were talking about me, they gave me a nickname called "Xiao Liu". I felt my face burned and my heart was pounding. In the end, I was left alone to train "rotation", and this nickname was "spicy"

Although "sour, bitter and spicy" makes me suffer "torture", "sweet" is always the main theme. Our teacher Teng is a master of humor. When a classmate doesn't do well, Mr. Teng will say a series of humorous words, which not only warns us not to see this phenomenon again, but also enlivens our atmosphere and makes us train happily. After more than a month of hard training, we finally achieved impressive results. I think everything is worthwhile, and we feel "sweet".

Although martial arts training is full of ups and downs, I have gained happiness and happiness from it, and I also understand that persistence is the true meaning of victory.

My sister, Xiao Si Tong, was really the first player of queer spirit. In our family, she seems to be a happy oxygen molecule. Without her, this family seems to have no vitality.

When I arrived at the door, I saw a small head sticking out of a small window next to the kitchen-her chubby face was white and her big black eyes were special. "Silly elder sister, I'll show you the key." This voice is her characteristic, sharp, bright and loud. Last time she shouted in the mountains, the echo was very heavy! There was another whoosh, and then a bunch of authentic dogs barked. My sister bit the key in her mouth and shook her head slightly, just in the flowerpot. Her saliva and dirt are really the most disgusting things in the world in my eyes. A bunch of new keys suddenly became unsightly.

Evening is the most exciting time for my sister. /kloc-after 0/0, she was still whispering to me in bed, so I couldn't help yawning. But my sister had a whim and whispered, "I put my hair in front of my eyes, you hide behind me, and there are lights on the branches." The light turned my hair white, and then I stood on the skateboard and put it on. " "Good idea." I said, sleepiness disappeared in the blink of an eye. But we didn't have any branches, so we had to nail a nail on the top of the teaching stick and get ready for school: my uncle and aunt were really scared tonight, but this ghost had a unique ending-the nail fell, the lamp slipped into my hand and the skin on my hand was scratched. Because I didn't continue to push her, my sister fell off the skateboard at once, and all the adults came to see through our trick.

My sister is optimistic and cheerful, giggling all day. She is very strange and always comes up with some ridiculous ideas. What a good sister I am!