1 I have a classmate. She has elegant black hair, a pair of big eyes that seem to talk, a small nose, a small cherry mouth and delicate skin. She is a veritable "doll" elephant. Everyone loves her, and a hundred flowers blossom. She is Zou Qin.
Zou Qin, she cares about her classmates. Once, I was playing in the corridor with my classmates. Suddenly, with a bang, I fell down. Zou Qin came over and quickly helped me up. He asked with concern, "What's the matter, Jin Runan, are you all right?" "Nothing." I answered with a smile. Blood ran down my leg. Without saying anything, Zou Qin picked me up and walked towards the infirmary. Suddenly, a warm current rushed through my heart, and I couldn't help myself. I was in tears. Zou Qin heard crying and hurriedly asked, "Does it hurt? You are forbearing and will arrive soon. " I laughed and explained, "No, it doesn't hurt at all. I am crying for this friendship. " "Ha ha ha!" Zou Qindou and I both laughed. ...
Zou Qin not only cares about his classmates, but also loves the group. Once, when physical education class's bell rang, all the students ran back to the classroom. Except Zou Qin, he also meticulously picked up solid balls on the playground. I can't watch it anymore, Zou Qin. Is it her duty to do this for us? No, no. I can't wait to run over and help Zou Qin pick up the solid ball together. Many people work easily. In a short time, all the balls on the playground were picked up, and the two of us carried the basket with solid balls to the equipment room together. The PE teacher praised us after seeing it. Zou Qin and I are as sweet as honey.
Zou Qin, I think it is my greatest honor to know you in primary school for six years. Even though our junior high school is about to separate, I always believe that our friendship will not die in time.
For Tomb-Sweeping Day, the world may think that he is synonymous with sadness. However, I feel different about him.
Indeed, Tomb-Sweeping Day is full of sadness, thinking of too many memories that have long been dusty and buried in the bottom of my heart. Relying on all this, I can only vent in tears. Perhaps because of this, attending classes has become the deepest memory in people's eyes.
But tears often have different explanations, but people often think that Qingming is filled with nameless sadness and bleak; Maybe they are right. Things like Qingming are sad. However, what is the significance of recalling the painful memories of the past to us now? It is better to think about why we exist and sketch the future.
Qingming should not be a memory of the royal family, but a prospect of the future; Imagine how many people in this world can seize the present and look forward to a better future if people are immersed in regret, helplessness and self-blame. Then the world will become a sad place; If Qingming is just an opportunity for workers to vent, then I agree. I am used to seeing many people cry when they worship their ancestors in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but how many people can feel it?
Now this society is full of deception, which makes me wonder, can human beings still express their feelings? The scenes and touching plots of TV series can no longer make me burst into tears. Everyone cries on Qingming Day, for what?
It's long gone now. "There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Am I too sensitive or have people's feelings long been numb? The peddling on the road is still the same, and the tourists are laughing.
People are numb, there is no emotional catharsis, no recovery of the past, no prospect of the future.
When I was 3 years old, I listened to many songs. But there is one song that I can sing until now. I'll sing you a short song: "Only mothers are good, children with mothers are like treasures, and children without mothers are like grass ..."
I was doing my homework at home when my mother's cell phone suddenly disappeared. My mother thought I took it, so she came up to me angrily and said, "Get the phone!" " "I said," I didn't take it. " "How is that possible? I saw you pick up your mobile phone to play today. " Mom said angrily. I couldn't beat her and ran straight out.
Run outside, it's freezing outside. It's getting dark. I want to find a lively place to sit down and have a rest, but there's no one in the street. I didn't rest. I scolded my mother as I walked. It's not here or there. I don't know how long it took. I feel a little hungry. I walked to a fast food restaurant for no reason. I touched my wallet and there was no money left. I thought: If I were still at home now, I would be able to eat delicious rice. Why did I run away from home in the first place If you want to go, you should also bring a few dollars. I was really hungry, so I ran to a crossroads as fast as I could. My mother shouted at the other end, "Huanhuan, where are you?" Come back! Huanhuan ..... "I suddenly got a sour nose and ran to my mother's arms. A stranger saw it and sang, "Only a mother is good in the world. Children with mothers are like treasures, and children without mothers are like grass ... "
After this incident, I fell in love with this song "Only Mom is Good in the World". ...
The sixth grade proposition composition 4 "The Qingming Festival is many inches, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Tomb-Sweeping Day this year is Thursday, April 4th. Our family drove to their hometown, Chaoyang Gulao, early in the morning to worship their ancestors. Cars lined up all the way and ran to the cemetery.
This is my first time to visit the grave. On the way, I always wanted to know what the cemetery on the mountain was like. I am looking forward to it. Finally, I arrived at my destination. I couldn't wait to rush up, but the hillside road was too slippery on rainy days, and I fell into my mouth and gnawed at the mud. I got up, and my mother looked at it and said, "Grandpa, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, and you have to walk slowly on the hillside." I listened to my mother and walked slowly. There are many fruit trees on the mountain: Myrica rubra, apple tree, banana tree, olive tree ... Myrica rubra hangs on the tree, some apples are as red as children who drink a lot of wine, and bananas hang on the tree like boats. The air is so fresh!
Walking and walking, we finally reached grandma's grave. We cleared the weeds in front of the grave, and then put the tributes and paper money in front of grandma's grave. I lit incense and began to worship. My mother is mumbling, I don't know what she is mumbling. After the worship, we put incense in the soil, then we lit some wood, then put paper money in the fire to burn, finally we lit firecrackers, knocked three heads, then packed up our things and went home.
There are so many people worshipping their ancestors on the mountain, and the echoes of paper money and firecrackers are everywhere. Today's mountains are really lively!
After returning home, I was all wet, but I was still very happy, because I learned a lot from this grave sweeping.
Perhaps everyone has heard the old saying: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." This year's Qingming rain came earlier than in previous years, and it rained even harder.
On the eve of Tomb-Sweeping Day, listening to the sound of rain, it seems that the rain has changed its taste. The light rain in the past is fierce and urgent now. As if a person with a good temper suddenly got angry, how can he not miss the Qingming rain the year before last? Why are you so rude now?
The sound of rain was once euphemistically called heartbeat, but now this healthy heartbeat has become the frenzied jumping of heart patients; The sound of rain was once lyrically described as tears in the sky, but now it is like a group of bitches flying around. ...
Rain, the spirit of the earth, has deteriorated in this way; In this narrow space where even lightning becomes thin, human beings are deprived of visual enjoyment and auditory enjoyment.
In fact, the rain is wronged. When it falls from the sky, it is pure, and the original ecology is always rushing, rustling, or pattering and silent; When the soft rain falls silently on the green grass, just like a good girl expresses her innocence with moonlight, when the heavy rain falls on the mountain, the heroic voice is like a chivalrous woman.
In the rain on the eve of Tomb-Sweeping Day, I seem to realize something: in the face of this rain, the continuous rain has long been a thing of the past, and we should make good efforts to prevent the surging rain from returning to the next Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Speaking of my deskmate, I really don't know whether to praise him or scold him.
I wonder what the teacher thinks. This semester, I transferred a Tian Qingyuan with poor grades to my side. Tian Qingyuan is furtive, and his little head is much shorter than mine. People stop talking like this and often bully me.
I remember one afternoon, when we had the last Chinese class, we asked the teacher to write down the questions of Chinese World 1, 2, 3 and 4 in the exercise book of the classroom, and we could not leave until we finished writing them. I did it at lightning speed because I was busy going to cram school. But my deskmate took my Chinese book away and copied it because she was not careful in class. I was tired of waiting and thought, "I have to go to cram school!" " "So, I took my Chinese book back. He said angrily, "since you won't lend it to me, don't blame me for being rude!" " "Say that finish, he came at me like a hungry wolf, and the" World War "broke out. ...
But then again, he also has advantages. One day, because I forgot my pencil box, I couldn't take notes in class! When he saw it, he offered to lend me his pen. At that moment, my heart was filled with emotion.
Look, this is my deskmate-a person with equally outstanding shortcomings and advantages.
In the morning, I saw the first snow this winter. It didn't suddenly appear; It is not as lingering as spring rain, nor as stirring as hail. It just keeps a whirlpool posture.
Snow, what a magical name, when I came to the campus with my schoolbag on my back, oh, it was so noisy! Although I am a big brother and sister in grade six, I am already crazy when I see the snow. Snow, what a magical name! It makes your mind empty of complicated learning and thinking, and your mind is full of really cute children.
Snow White, what a beautiful name. Although it doesn't snow much, it can be seen everywhere. The students had a snowball fight. You chase me, I chase you, happy snowballs shuttle back and forth around the students, and clothes covered with snow particles are always a symbol of happiness!
I sat at the window of the classroom and looked out the window. Its light posture, white body and elegant dance are intoxicating! Then, the snow began to fall slowly. Several classmates and I reached out of the window to catch the little snowflake, but at the moment it fell into your hand, it disappeared without a trace. The changing figure of snowflakes just aroused our curiosity, and we picked it up with our hands; We use paper to connect; Finally, I caught a small pile of snow with my racket, but it soon turned into a pool of water and dripped out.
You have arrived, and some people are happy and others are worried. However, in my eyes, you will always be a symbol of innocence, looking forward to your next arrival-lovely snowflake!
Sixth grade proposition composition 8 love, let me know a lot; Love, let me know the joy of life; Love, let me know what maternal love is.
There are many kinds of love, including maternal love in the depths of the ocean and great fatherly love; And the love that everyone has. But maternal love in the depths of the ocean is true love. Speaking of which, I remembered one thing.
It was one night, and I fell asleep after dinner. I had a high fever in the middle of the night and kept tossing and turning. My mother was awakened by me and reached out and touched my head. The weather is very hot. Mom woke me up at once and took my temperature with a thermometer. "Wow, 39 degrees." Mom shouted, "Oh, no, Dad is on a business trip. What should I do? " Mom said anxiously. In this desperate situation, my mother carried me to the hospital without saying anything. When I got to the hospital, the doctor hung up the drip for me, and my mother sat in front of me and looked at me until I finished the drip. It was past three o'clock at night when I got home! Mom, how many sleepless nights did you endure when your child was growing up?
Mom, you have paid so much attention and effort for your child's growth; Mom, how much effort you have devoted to the growth of your children! Besides, I can't care about you, understand you, and talk back to you many times to make you angry. What an unfilial son! Mom, I'm sorry!
How much warmth my mother gave me; How much love my mother gave me; How much sweat my mother has shed for me, I will repay my mother with excellent guiding results.
Students, how hard it is for our parents to shoulder the heavy responsibility of life and care for us in every possible way! Let's study together, grow together and be a grateful and filial person!
The sixth grade proposition composition is 98 years, which is very long, more than two thousand days and nights; Eight years, very short, the past is vivid, just like yesterday. For eight years, I can forget the three-character classics, thousands of words and 75 ancient poems you taught me ... but I will never forget your gentle voice, patient guidance and kind face. ...
I really want to go back to the past, to the past, even if it's just listening to your voice through the window and reading quietly. ...
In that big kindergarten, there are spacious classrooms, clean benches and a group of innocent young faces. You are striding, taking the students in our class to read aloud Tang poetry and Song poetry, and the sound of the book is intoxicating. I stole a look at your face and found a happy expression on your face. Your face is rosy and your eyebrows are raised. Eyes flashing with the light of joy, this light like jumping notes flying in the fierce eyes. Until now, I always think of your gratified smile when reading the text.
I really want to go back, back to the past. Even looking at you from a distance ...
I still remember that class, when all the students were absorbed in reading, I frowned and held a book sadly and didn't speak at all. Carefully, after you find out, ask the monitor to read it to you immediately, and then make free to take me back word by word. At that time, your eyes were so kind and gentle; Instead of comforting me, I said, "Never mind, let's take it step by step." That voice is as sweet as mom's. You have been teaching patiently, and I have been studying hard. After your long-term unremitting efforts, I finally learned what I learned.
I really want to go back to the past, go back to the past, see your kind face, hear your gentle voice, and accept your patient teaching again.
In my mind, there are many things that move me. Seeing what I like in the street, I have always been eager to go to the seaside to play ... However, the most exciting thing for me is to talk about this one thing:
Last semester, the teacher told us that we wanted to take an examination of students from Jiade School in No.7 Middle School, and we went to a certain classmate to register. I think: going to the exam can not only exercise my perseverance in the examination room, but also see if Guardian in No.7 Middle School is as beautiful as I imagined. Curiosity drove me to open my eyes. As soon as I got home, I couldn't wait to tell my mother what I thought. My mother was very supportive, so I signed up happily.
A few days later, my classmate Jiang Ping and I got on the bus 167 bound for No.7 Middle School. As soon as I got on the bus, my God, the bus was crowded with people, most of them were sixth graders. I'm just a fifth-grade pupil, and those questions are all in the sixth grade, but I'm only going to exercise myself this time.
I don't know how long I've been standing in the car, and my feet hurt, but I was suddenly surprised-outside the window, there was a mighty fountain, and then there was the student dormitory that had not been repaired ... Suddenly an idea came to my mind: Is this No.7 Middle School? I got off the bus with doubts, and we followed the crowd into the "No.7 Middle School". Suddenly my eyes lit up: Isn't this No.7 Middle School?
We went into the examination room to prepare. After a while, the test papers were handed out, and only when the "Start Answering" sounded on the radio did we start to write in a hurry. I don't know how long it took, but the word "roll up" sounded on the radio, and we handed in the test paper in a hurry. After the exam, I only felt relaxed all over, and my numb hands just written were restored to their original state.
After leaving the campus, I have been thinking, if only I could study in middle school here. I must try my best to make it no longer a dream!
Sixth grade proposition composition 1 1 remember that day, it was my birthday. My mother specially asked someone to buy a fountain pen as my birthday present. I'm so happy! This fountain pen is not only beautiful, but also very useful! So I'm going to take it to the cram school to show off. I skipped to the cram school, sat in my seat and couldn't wait to take out my fountain pen. At this time, Xiaohong, my best friend in the cram school, looked at my fountain pen, his eyes were shining, and he came up with envy and said, "Dai Lin, where did you buy this fountain pen?" Is it expensive? Can I borrow it? "I looked at the pen affectionately and had to nod. After the tutorial, I went out and waited for my mother to pick me up. Unfortunately, the weather was bad and it rained cats and dogs. I walked back to my seat and looked back at Xiaohong habitually. I saw her looking at me, too, and then I remembered my fountain pen. So I went over and reached for her pen. Unexpectedly, she suddenly said, "Cut! Is it not just a fountain pen? I gave it back to you, and you asked me for it! How brazen! " "hey! Who is cheeky? Stealing is stealing! Tell me if you want it or not, and I'll give it to you! With stolen ones. Look! This is the child of a poor family! " I was so angry that my face turned red that I ran out with my braids swinging and kicked her. The next time I went to cram school, I couldn't see her, but I found a letter, a small gift and the fountain pen in the drawer. I opened the letter and tears swirled in my eyes. It turned out that after Xiaohong returned the fountain pen to me, the fountain pen was blown off to the ground by the wind. When I got home, Xiaohong found it under my position. But Xiaohong's father was going on a business trip, so he took Xiaohong on a business trip with her mother. In order not to make me angry with her, she gave me a small gift.
12 On Saturday, my family went to our hometown to visit our ancestors' graves.
On the hillside where the ancestral grave is located, I picked up a broom and cleaned up the fallen leaves and other rubbish around the ancestral grave. Then I picked up a rag, dipped it in water, and carefully wiped the tombstone. After some vigorous wiping, the ancestors' tombstones are as clean as new; It wasn't long before we went to sweep the grave. After the worship, we went back to our hometown for lunch.
After a delicious lunch, I lay in bed and couldn't help thinking: Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival to worship ancestors, so we should all do it. We should praise the grave-sweepers and those who want to come but can't. But I never think that grave sweepers should be criticized and condemned! Have you ever thought about how much contribution our ancestors made? Our ancestors left us land for building houses and farming ... Have you ever thought that without ancestors, there would be no us, and the contribution of ancestors is indispensable! Now, some people have arrived in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but they have no idea of sweeping graves, leaving their dead ancestors hanging aside and leaving graves covered with weeds. Shouldn't such a person be condemned by people?
Another Tomb-Sweeping Day reminds me of Du Mu's famous sentence, "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls ..."
There are many good memories from birth to now in the sixth grade proposition composition 13. One thing impressed me deeply, including a deep maternal love. ...
One day five years ago, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back as usual. I went upstairs and felt dizzy. I entered the classroom, sat in my seat, leaned my head on the table, and my classmates were talking and laughing. My deskmate asked me what was wrong, but I barely smiled and said nothing.
After two classes, I ran to the toilet and felt something rush up. I threw up. The teacher called my mother, and my mother took me home from school in a hurry. I got on the bus in a daze and went home. My mother helped me to bed. After a long sleep, I woke up to find my mother sitting by the bed with a glass of water, some medicine and a bowl of porridge on the table.
After waking up, my mother asked anxiously, "Xiaowen, are you all right?" Are you hungry? " I heard her concern for me from her words. I tried to open my eyes and want to see my mother. The woman in front of me has many wrinkles on her face, more white hair on her head than I expected, and her eyes are bloodshot. How tired she is. Before, I always thought that my mother would never be old. She always sheltered me. My ignorance and my naughty turned into tears at this moment. My mother thought I was not feeling well and quickly picked up the glass of water for me to drink. She carefully put the medicine in my mouth for me to swallow. My mother took good care of me all afternoon. She doesn't go to work or even have lunch. Looking at her busy appearance, I know there are a few more white hairs and wrinkles on her head. From that moment on, I began to understand and understand my mother's good intentions towards me. I stuffed my skull into the quilt, and my tears soaked the pillow. It was cold and cold, but my heart was warm. My mother influenced me and made me sensible. ...
Looking at the porridge on the table, I know it is a thick maternal love. ...
14 The sunshine in the afternoon is always warm and makes people want to sleep. I put down my pen and lay prone on the table.
My eyelids sank bit by bit and gradually entered a dream. I went back to my familiar room. I lean in your arms and read Andersen's fairy tales carefully. You turn over the book with that big hand and read a story or two from time to time. When the sun shines in, I see a smile on your face.
You took my hand and walked by the lake. Those warm big hands make me feel very comfortable and secure. A faint smell wafts in, which is unique to the lake. The cool wind is blowing, which is a unique style of spring. I jumped over to share with you some interesting things that happened at school. You smile and listen patiently.
I saw you again. I can see it clearly. I don't know when a few wrinkles appeared on my face. That's the trace left by years. White hair is mixed in your hair like silver. Did time take away my youth or did I grow up?
A gust of wind blew, and I woke up suddenly, trying to catch something, but it was a dream after all.
You are old!
The weather in autumn is really strange. It was sunny just now, and now it is autumn wind.
I closed the window and autumn leaves danced, which reminded me of your heart.
I want to hold your big hand again, but your hand is no longer big.
In life, those people and things will always make you miss those years, but after crying and laughing, it is more sad.
In those years, with your best friends, those things, and your closest people, those people, just to miss themselves, no matter in the past or in the future, there will always be those that will leave a deep impression on you.
There are always one or two people who care about and love you and play an important role in your life, and they will eventually become your driving force. You must work hard to live up to their expectations. But they don't want you to be better than others. They just want you to be happy and watch you grow up happily. That's enough.
There will always be a year or two when you will meet the most important person in your life. During this time, you will be with your friends, crying and laughing together, but you will always be apart and embark on your own dream road. This is a truth, and everything must end. Others can't be a part of you, but you still have to live on your own.
After those happy and sad years, I met an important person. I am like that green fruit. It's time to grow up. We grow together and witness our own growth. Gradually, we understand that life is only once, so we must cherish it. This is how people grow up.