The narrative composition of the sixth grade for many years 1 is like a naughty deer, jumping lightly in the Woods. In an instant, it has gone further and further with cheerful steps. Unconsciously, I have spent six happy years in my alma mater and will leave it soon. Although there are too many regrets and souvenirs, I will fly high and leave my alma mater. Everything here reminds me of the past, and I can't forget too many things. ...
I can't forget my teacher: the teacher is a gardener who takes good care of us, a selfless spring silkworm, burning his own candle ... I remember that exam. Single achievement, I like a bolt from the blue, ruthlessly shattered my little hope. At that time, I was so depressed that a tear hit my desk and my heart mercilessly. At this time, the teacher stroked my head with her warm big hand, and a gentle voice sounded in my ear: "It doesn't matter, an exam is meaningless." The teacher believes in you and will definitely create more glory! " After listening to the teacher's words, I seem to feel my inner self-confidence and hope condensing a little. From then on, I began to study hard, and my teacher often asked me about my study. Finally, in another exam, I got excellent results. When I was happy to celebrate, you looked at me quietly with a comforting smile on your face. ...
I can't forget the pure friendship: friendship is the snow on the mountain, the honey and salt of life, the pine and cypress in the forest ... I remember that cleaning, and I was going home with Liu Yuxuan. Hearing that I was going to clean, she warmly took my hand and said to me, "Let's clean together, it will be much faster!" " "Really?" "Of course, come on!" Say that finish, she took my hand and ran forward happily. We took two brooms and swept happily together, but we didn't feel tired at all. Cheerful laughter echoed in the classroom from time to time. ...
Over the past six years, our alma mater has taught us too much. How can we forget these wonderful times? When leaving, let's say sincerely: Thank you for your alma mater!
Twenty years later, I became a marine, defending my motherland in the Xisha Islands, a treasure island. This year, I will go home to visit my relatives. When visiting relatives and friends, I will look at the watermelon fields full of mature watermelons and think, "It is not easy for soldiers to defend the motherland in such a hot day. Besides, if we want to build an island, I will bring some watermelon seeds to the island! "
Another year passed, and the soldiers and I planted these watermelon seeds and watered and fertilized them. Watermelon seedlings have been unearthed, seedlings have spread, and small yellow flowers have opened. From a distance, a big golden flower dances in the wind, which is very beautiful. But in the harvest season, even a melon has no fruit. What happened? Some soldiers are discouraged. They said, "Our environment is so hard that even watermelons don't want to settle down here."
A soldier said, "There must be a reason why watermelon is immature, because it needs pollination when it blooms, and it is far from the mainland, and there are no bees or other insects. Watermelon flowers don't pollinate, and of course they can't bear flowers. " What he said made me understand everything.
Another year passed, and all the watermelons were in bloom. When the soldiers saw it, they immediately sent powder to the female flowers, and I was no exception. Small melons really bear a lot of fruit. They are so watery and lovely. Who knows, suddenly one day, dark clouds are gathering, storms are raging, and huge waves are rushing to the island. Looking at this mess, I really feel distressed, just like my heart was cut by a knife. Later, when we checked, we found a small melon on a melon seedling behind a big stone. We found it, ecstatic, and regarded it as the apple of our eye. Water and fertilize it on time every day, gently touch it and say, "You should grow up quickly!" " "Some soldiers still watch it grow up? Have you grown taller? Some soldiers even sing songs and tell stories to it ... it's like taking care of a baby.
Watermelon is finally ripe, and we are tasting the fruits of our labor. The sweetness of watermelon flows into our hearts, and our faces are full of joy!
A gust of wind blew, birds sang a welcome song for me in the branches, and the sun radiated gentle light. What a beautiful morning, I enjoyed the breeze and sat happily on the bus bound for the art exhibition in the Garden Expo Park. Finally, I arrived at my destination. Walking in, the Garden Expo Park is full of three characters, exquisite paintings, solemn words and interesting handicrafts.
I walked into the Garden Expo Park, surrounded by vivid paintings. I seem to be visiting the ocean of painting. Suddenly I was attracted by a painting called Jimei Night Scene. Actually, I saw it while traveling, but did I see it with my own eyes or was I involuntarily attracted? The main color of this painting is blue with white and black, and the main scene is a house, but this house is only across a river, which makes people feel unfathomable. There are several lonely boats floating on the lonely river, and the grass is swaying with the breeze, which makes the night seem particularly quiet.
After reading the painting, I went to the paradise of calligraphy. Strong and powerful fonts danced with my eyes, which made me dazzled. I miss them when I look around. I feel a little ashamed after reading these pictures. Even some younger brothers and sisters write better than me. Hey, who told me not to work hard!
My eyes were immediately attracted by the eggshell, which was no ordinary eggshell. Those are cartoon stars, including Spongebob, Crayon Shinchan, Spider-Man and so on. The expressions of those characters are more interesting, some angry, some complacent, and some thinking. It was these little painters who gave them life. There are also cars, wine glasses, houses and so on made of some useless waste products. This is really environmentally friendly!
I visited for a long time, and I was reluctant to leave until the sky turned red. I also brought back, a good mood, good memories and the night all the way.
I remember when I was ten years old, I experienced a catastrophe-being chased and bitten by three big dogs.
At that time, my good friend Longlong and I went to buy chocolate. We walked and talked. Suddenly, we saw a big dog crouching in front of us with gray hair and fierce eyes staring at us. Because I have been chased by dogs, I am very afraid of dogs. I said to Longlong, "Longlong, let's go the other way. There are dogs there. I'm afraid ... ""All right! " Longlong said. So, we took another road (if I had known the consequences earlier, I wouldn't have changed). We turned into another alley, and the result was even worse-there were three dogs, two yellow and one black, staring at me as if waiting for us. I'm even more scared. I walked past them with trepidation and mechanization. Their mouths are still hissing, and I can feel the breath in their mouths, as if I were going to pounce. I trembled and said, "Dogs, you are so handsome!" I can't stand it any longer. I'm so afraid of dogs, of course I won't sit still. Of course I have to put oil on my feet-run. Longlong anxiously shouted, "Don't run!" Three dogs were angry, and an "evil dog pounced on food" scared the daylights out of me, even losing my shoes! Behind me, a dog jumped into the air like martial arts and suddenly jumped in front of me. I quickly stopped, and the two evil dogs behind me "clicked" twice, and my legs were uncomfortable. I knelt on the ground, numb, and my eyes were dark and my mind was blank. When I came to my senses and saw blood on my leg, I knew-I was bitten by a dog. Then, my leg hurt more and more, and I began to cry. Longlong heard my crying, stopped fighting with the dog, dropped the stick he picked up from nowhere, and ran to help me go home. Those dogs just looked at me from a distance, as if they knew they had bitten the wrong person. ...
Finally, I got more than ten shots of rabies vaccine.
I will never forget this experience, and I also know that I will fight when I see a dog in the future.
In life, we have many grateful people. For example: parents, sisters, classmates, friends … but the teacher is the one I need to be grateful for.
Although the teacher is not our parents, she cares about us and takes care of us at school every day like her mother, and feels warm and happy at school just like at home. Teachers not only take care of us all the time every day, but also teach us a lot of knowledge and truth. During the day, she gave us a lecture after a hard day's work, corrected her homework under the lamp at night, and went back to the dormitory to urge us to wash and sleep. She returned to her room late at night, when she was exhausted.
At school, teachers accompany us every day. In class, she always teaches every student patiently. If the student's foundation is poor, she will take time to make up the difference. When faced with a difficult problem, students cannot understand it. The teacher talked over and over again on the blackboard until we all understood. Although teachers sometimes beat us, they are also helping us correct our mistakes. The teacher will not discriminate against any of our students. Teachers will help us solve problems or difficulties in life. Some students may be not interested in learning, tired of learning, have taken the wrong road since childhood, and almost lost their future. It was the teacher who slowly enlightened him after class and made him full of confidence in life again. The teacher is our best assistant on the road to success.
Teachers are always urging: students, don't forget to forge ahead; When we fail in our studies, they are encouraging: success begins here; When we are sad, they are comforting: Come on, classmates! What an unforgettable day! It is you, the glorious teacher, who taught us how to face difficulties, how to feel life, how to cherish happiness and how to develop ourselves. Not only did you take us swimming in the ocean of knowledge, but more importantly, you taught us to be grateful to others.
Teacher, if I am a seedling, you are the rain and dew, and you moisten my dry heart; If I were a grass, you would be the sun, shining on my growth path. I will always be grateful to you, teacher.
Sixth grade narrative composition 6 tall, curly hair, round face and shoulder bag, this is my smart and beautiful mother. I have been learning English and learning to walk since I was born. It was my mother who took my hand and walked through every course. How many footprints did mom leave on her way to kindergarten? In the storm of primary school, how many mothers have left behind ... This has left many touching and unforgettable memories in my warm childhood, one of which is so clear, just like stepping on it yesterday.
This year, I was lucky enough to be chosen as the host of the program and the conductor of the class choir by the school to celebrate the "June 1" International Children's Day. While my mother is happy for me, she is also worried about what clothes I will wear when I perform. "alas! Son, what kind of clothes do you wear as a host? What are you wearing as a chorus conductor? " Mom always asks me. On weekends, my mother took me to several children's wear stores. After careful selection, my mother bought me the host's clothes: a pair of children's shoes of Qibohui brand, two short-sleeved T-shirts of Piggy Banner brand and a pair of jeans of Aibeixing brand, all of which were spent after discounts.
But it's hard to buy a chorus conductor's costume. My mother took me to almost all the children's wear shops in the streets of the county, and I didn't like them. My mother changed her mind: I went to the children's photo studio and rented a performance costume. We ran several times in a row, and no one borrowed children's clothes. My mother took me to the wedding dress shop again. I saw a white tuxedo in a "Xinyue" wedding dress shop and asked me to try it on. "Ah! It fits! " Mom immediately took out 80 yuan and rented this tuxedo. During the performance on June 1 Sunday, I looked handsome in the clothes carefully selected by my mother, and our performance was also very successful.
I had a happy childhood because of my mother's concern. Thanks to my mother's care, I thrive like a small pine tree. Thank you, dear mother!
There was a quarrel in my ear, and I leaned over in confusion. ..
I saw them all flushed and angrily accused each other of being wrong. I asked, "What's the matter, so angry? Aren't we best friends? " Jia Jia turned his face away angrily and said bitterly, "Tell her to go." Hearing this, Lingling cried. "Do you mean to blame me? You obviously broke the flowerpot ... ""Oh, stop it. What happened? Linlin, you said, "
Linlin was extremely dissatisfied and shouted, "This morning, the teacher told us to take the flowerpots out to bask in the sun and water them. We took the flowerpot down from the window. I walked slowly down the stairs because I was afraid of breaking the flowerpot, but she insisted on walking very fast, so I couldn't keep up with him and broke the flowerpot ... ""Hey, what was I thinking? Just for this, I asked the teacher. Lingling pursed her lips and said, "If only it were so easy, but she didn't want to. She said that I broke the flowerpot because I walked slowly, and asked me to apologize myself ... "
"Stop-"Jia Jia said, "You mean it's all my fault? Will the flowerpot break if you don't walk slowly? I don't care how slow you walk, like a snail, you still have the face to say. " Hearing this, Linlin's tears rolled in her eyes. She shouted angrily: "Cheng Cheng (refers to me) I really can't get along with this person. What about you, play with me or play with her? " ""I ... "Jia Jia pulled me over and cried," Who will play with you when it's me, crying baby? " "Love journey, what do you think? "I ... .......
I am so entangled at this moment. Actually, just apologize to each other and it's over. Why does it have to be so complicated that everyone is unhappy?
The sixth grade narrative composition 8 said that there were many interesting things this summer vacation, such as I won the third prize, for example, I won the second prize in my composition, and I also won the second prize in mathematics, and so on. But the thing that brought me the greatest happiness this summer vacation was not that I didn't win the prize, but that I went to my grandmother's house to play.
Why do you say that? Listen to me. Before the summer vacation, my parents told me that I could go to my grandmother's house during the summer vacation. I'm so happy! Like a pie falling from the sky. Although I know that nothing can fall in the sky, my mood at the moment can be expressed in this sentence! I waited at home silently for such a day to go to my grandmother's house. Finally, God paid off, and I finally looked forward to such a day. The day before I went to my grandmother's house, my mother took me to the supermarket. I took a basket to pick something. I picked things and finally packed a bag of things. Then my mother and I paid the bill and left happily.
The next morning, I got up early and saw that the sun was still shining and rising slowly, and suddenly an idea came to my mind if the sun rose in the west. While I was dreaming, my mother woke me up. It turns out that my mother got up earlier than me. I put on my clothes and pants and ran downstairs as fast as I could. What happened? My family got up earlier than me, but I immediately realized that my face had not been washed. I washed my face as quickly as possible, had a good breakfast, and then asked my father if you would take me or my grandmother and I would go by car. Father asked, "What are you talking about?" Maybe I still have porridge in my mouth. Every time my father listens clearly, I will answer the question again. This time, dad listened carefully and said in a positive tone, "of course I will send you." So our happy journey began, talking and laughing all the way, so happy!
Maybe it's sunny today, so we are in a good mood. When I arrived at my grandmother's house, my father left, and my grandmother was so busy that I couldn't cook lunch at all. Maybe my grandmother doesn't know what time it is. Fortunately, I brought a few barrels of instant noodles, and I thought it was better to make do with it than nothing. I had a good time at my grandmother's house for the first few days, but the next few days seemed to be a few years later, but I couldn't bear to leave, so the happy trip came to a successful conclusion.
Motherly love is the rain that moistens everything, and I am the seed of ignorance in everything.
When I was a child, I was not sensible and suspicious. Every time I have a big fight with my brother because I am unhappy, my mother always leans against my brother and scolds me, "What an old man, he is still so ignorant." My brother is younger than you. Can't you let him go more? " Gradually, I began to alienate my younger brother, hated my mother, and thought that she was as patriarchal as others. However, since that incident, I don't think so. Because, I know, mom loves me, too!
In the vibrant summer, there is a very annoying insect that is most rampant. This insect is a mosquito! Especially at night, mosquitoes always flock and suck other people's blood unscrupulously.
There are too many mosquitoes in the room at night, and it is useless to spray mosquito-repellent incense at mosquito repellent points before going to bed. I was awakened by mosquitoes, but I have to go to school tomorrow. I have no choice but to bite the bullet and go to bed. But these mosquitoes are really annoying. I tossed and turned in bed, posing in various sleeping positions, just to fall asleep quickly. However, not only did I not fall asleep, but I also made the whole bed creak. Mosquitoes are so annoying. I was about to get up and turn on the light to fight mosquitoes when I heard the footsteps of "stepping" in my ear. Then, the sound of swatting mosquitoes rang "pa-pa-". I narrowed my eyes slightly to see who was patting me for mosquitoes. As a result, I saw my mother patting mosquitoes with an electric mosquito swatter in her pajamas. Seeing this scene, my eyes turned sour and my tears began to spin. Nearly seven or eight minutes later, there were almost no mosquitoes in the room, and footsteps rang again. Hearing my mother's footsteps fading away, I opened my eyes, looked around the room, smiled sweetly and fell asleep.
From that moment on, I knew that my mother didn't love me. On the contrary, she loved me very much!
Motherly love is the rain that moistens everything, and I am the small and ignorant seed in everything!
Sixth grade narrative composition 10 "whoops, aunt, I'm so bored." Yes, this is what you just heard. You see, I'm bored lying on my desk, playing with my pen. At the back of the two sisters also bored lying in bed, weakly half-open eyes.
Seeing us like this, my aunt suggested, "How about going climbing?" Hearing this sentence, we immediately jumped up and promised loudly. We walked through a country road and soon reached our destination. Looking at such a high slope, I was a little timid, but soon I adjusted my breath and led my sister to rush up. However, the good times did not last long. Because the slope was too steep, we didn't run a few steps, and suddenly we were out of breath because of lack of energy. My aunt smiled at us and said to us, "This mountain is very steep. It will be very tiring to climb up so quickly at first. "
I listened to my aunt and obediently followed her, but the two little guys rushed up. My side is full of pine trees, green and comfortable to look at. Of course, there are some unknown small wild flowers on the roadside, which are very cute. My aunt picked some and knitted a beautiful bracelet for the three of us. We happily put it in our hands and couldn't put it down. At this time, a cool breeze blew our hair and clothes, and it gently wiped our sweaty faces with its hands.
We talked and laughed and climbed to the top of the mountain before we knew it. I looked down the hill, and every house was closely connected. Occasionally I saw a farmland and a country road. I never thought that all this could constitute such a beautiful landscape painting. Nature has a magical brush, which has constructed one beautiful picture after another, which is pleasing to the eye and breathtaking. We excitedly pointed there, pointed here and talked about interesting things in our hometown for a while, so that we were very reluctant to go back.
In fact, beauty is around you. As long as you observe carefully, you will find.
On the long road of life, we always leave footprints, big or small, long or short, deep or shallow, witnessing the ups and downs we have experienced and engraved our joys and sorrows.
"Today we test the standing long jump ..." "Ah-"There was a lot of complaints under the field. Teacher, this raid, everyone is in chaos! If you don't practice, your grades will definitely be bad. What's more, I am still a "antelope that can't jump far"! Helpless, I had to join the practice team with a black line on my face.
"One ... two ... three ... jump!" The students next to me shouted slogans, and I gathered all my strength and jumped forward with a jerk. Unfortunately, the center of gravity of the landing was unstable, so I sat on the ground and ignored the distance I had seen before. I patted the sand on my body and went back to the bunker. "Are you ready ... jump!" The same result again. Jump and fall; Jump again, fall again. Seeing my stupidity of "a rotten wood cannot be carved", my classmates couldn't bear it and left. I'm depressed. My heart seems to have been hit by an arrow. With a bang, I fell to the ground and couldn't get up again. Ah ... Sure enough, I can't jump far ... What should I do? I'm destined to jump not far ... no! I won't! I can jump far, I have to, I have to impress them! I tossed my head, stood up, and stood firmly beside the bunker. I found a stone in front and jumped forward with all my strength. I have to jump! I have to jump! If you don't jump, take off again; If you skip it, kick the stone away. Time and time again, leaping and falling; Fall down and get up again. The stone moved bit by bit, and there were more and more footprints in the bunker. I've been practicing, but suddenly I heard the teacher calling my name-it's my turn.
Standing on the mat, I squinted at the bunker I had just practiced and looked at the dense footprints, and my firmness won a point. Wave, jump, land, jump forward ... "1.9 meters!" I suddenly looked up when the teacher read the number. Really? Really! I jumped ... 1.9 meters! I'm so happy that I can fly! I am proud to look at the envious eyes of my classmates.
Someone came after me and asked me how to jump. I didn't say anything, just smiled and looked at a string of footprints in the bunker-yes, it was this string of footprints that made me "1.9 meters". As the saying goes, "many good things grind." With these footprints and perseverance and determination, are you still afraid of success without knocking at the door?
Sixth grade narrative composition 12 January, February, March ... June 15th, June 16th, June 17th, June 18th ... The calendar is turning page by page, and the final exam is coming in a blink of an eye.
Teachers and parents are heartbroken about the most important exam every year.
"Today's homework: dictating the words in Unit 1 and Unit 2, dictating" 1 "and" 3 "and accumulating over time ..." The teacher solemnly announced the homework, and many students were already secretly complaining. My friend sighed on the way from school: "Alas, there is so much homework today!" "I smiled perfunctorily:" Nothing. " "What? Not bad? I think you are crazy with the teacher! So much homework! I am under great pressure in the final exam! Alas, at school, I have to be devastated by the teacher's spirit, and at home, I have to face a lot of extracurricular tutoring materials exercises from my parents. I am so unlucky! " I can only pat her on the back with a wry smile.
Looking at my window, a bad feeling suddenly rose in my heart.
Sure enough, as soon as I entered the room, my mother took out her new counseling exercise book and waved it in front of my eyes: "Well, Zhang Keyu, this is a new counseling material for you. I did my homework early today. I chose several Olympic math questions. Do it. " It is clearly a discourse of discussion, but it is a tone that cannot be rejected.
Mother softened her tone again: "Now people are hugging their children fast, so you should study hard and don't embarrass your mother." You still have one year, you must be admitted to Yongxing! " I am completely speechless. I hurried into the room, closed the door and cut off my mother's nagging. There is another composition today. I looked at the light rain outside the window, and my mind was full of imagination. "Zhang Keyu! What are you thinking about? Don't write quickly? " Alas, the train of thought was interrupted again. I picked up a pen and it flew like a fly. A group of small black ants appeared on the manuscript paper.
After dealing with my mother, it's time for the teacher to talk again.
Yesterday's test paper was handed out, and I was very satisfied with my score, but the next section of information technology was taken away by the teacher. The teacher vomited for more than two classes, and the students at the bottom were sleepy, and their eyes shone like stars. Oh, everyone froze.
Alas, the students lost weight in a final exam.
Don't be afraid, you will be "liberated" after the final exam! Wait, it's just after six o'clock. ...
On Thursday, my sister and I went to the city square to play and saw many people boating. We also ran to the ticket office and rented a boat for two.
The staff took us to the shore and untied a red and green boat. I had just put one foot into the hull when the boat suddenly shook, and my heart thumped and I quickly put my foot out. The staff saw it and said to me, "Just go in with your feet, just like her." "She is like that ..." I turned around and saw my sister sitting on the boat waiting for me. She smiled and said to me, "You are too timid!" I got on the boat as the staff said. A breeze blew, and more than half of my sweat disappeared.
My sister and I each have an oar, so we suck milk desperately. I saw the paddles circling in the water, and the calm lake water stirred up waves, which chased the golden sunshine and jumped like naughty children. But the boat kept spinning around the shore, but it didn't go forward. The boat next to it rowed a section of the road like a runaway wild horse. Neither my sister nor I know how to draw that speed. We imitated their appearance, holding the oars with both hands or rowing hard, but the boat seemed to be facing us, or drawing circles on the shore, which made us dizzy.
"You two push evenly." The staff shouted at us. "The force should be uniform," I muttered. Suddenly, it dawned on me. I grabbed my sister's paddle and made it spin in the water with the same force. The ship moved and sailed slowly forward. I jumped off the boat excitedly. I shouted, "The boat is moving! The ship moved! " My sister clapped her hands happily at the stern, too. Like a sailor, I started at full throttle and rowed to the other side in a short time. The cool breeze brushed my cheeks, and I looked at the scenery of the city square: Jinshan, the sky filled with white clouds, and people came and went. I can't help but stop the paddle.
The staff called us on the shore, and my sister and I rowed the boat and sailed back to the shore.
Sixth grade narrative composition 14 Spring has come, everything wakes up and everything becomes brand-new. And we also have an impulsive idea in spring: want to fly and want to be free. On the green grass, spread your feet and open your arms, and the earth is where you belong. Take your beloved kite and run freely!
One day in spring, I came to Shanghai. There is a beach there. Although it is not very big, the water is blue and the sky is wide. People always like to rest there. I walked onto the observation deck, and a large piece of transparent glass separated me from this beautiful sea. Low body, overlooking, overlooking, people on the beach, pick up their kites, along the long beach, holding long lines, they fly and fly. Those lovely kites finally flew into the blue sky. Some fly, some stay in mid-air, and some become very small. ...
They want to fly and hug, but it's not up to them. It wants to fly, but the wind has stopped. It wants to fly, but the kite-flying man is tired. It wants to fly, but the line is broken. On the beach, kites are jumping one after another, and people are running and pulling. Some people are running barefoot, some are smiling, and some are looking up. ...
The weather is unpredictable, the rain is untimely, and the colorful kites in the sky are scattered and taken back. However, there is a boy of seventeen or eighteen who is running on the beach. Of course, the kite is quite successful. It flies very high. It is black, like a black elf. His tenacious spirit is amazing. If a kite dares to resist the wind and rain, it needs the strength of its owner. At this time, the wind stopped, the rain stopped, and the leaves did not move. The boy ran to make the kite fly.
Really, when I wanted to shout "Come on", the kite fell proudly. The little boy who was soaked to the skin stared blankly at the kite hanging from the branch. After a while, the sunshine came out again like a joke. Spring breeze people quietly raised their handkerchiefs and blew and blew, and the stranded kite set sail again, flying higher and higher. ...