In daily study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with compositions. Compositions can be divided into primary school compositions, middle school compositions, and college compositions (essays). What kind of compositions have you seen? The following are 7 narrative compositions for sixth grade that I compiled for you. They are for reference only. You are welcome to read them. Sixth Grade Narrative Composition Part 1

Everyone has ideals. Some want to be nurses, some want to be hosts, some want to be singers... But I am different from others. I want to be an English translator. This idea originated from one day during the winter vacation.

One day during the winter vacation, I got up early, turned on the TV, and prepared to watch the rerun of "I Am a Singer". My mother said: "Are you reading something that is useful to you?" I happened to see Shang Wenjie singing the English version of "Ultimate Faith", and I said stubbornly: "Who says it's not? Isn't it English?" "Then you Can you translate?" Mom asked. "This..." I was speechless for a moment. "If you don't understand, go to the dictionary. I must see the translation of this paragraph before lunch today." Mom ordered.

I got excited as soon as I heard it, because my English foundation is pretty good. When I translated the first few sentences, it was Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts - a piece of cake. Plus I had the help of a dictionary. I finished writing the translation in a short time, and when I showed it to my mother, my mother was immediately surprised: "Zhizhi, when you grow up, you should become a translator. With your English, you will definitely get a lot of salary." "What is translation?" I asked. "It means someone hires you to talk to foreigners in English and then pays you a salary. This is called translation." Mom replied. "Well, I will be a translator when I grow up." I said.

But it’s really not easy to be a translator. In terms of speaking, my speaking is very lacking. When I took the English Level 1 exam, when I got my report card back, I found that I failed the English Level 1 test because my speaking skills were not up to par. But this did not discourage me. I dug out the English tapes I kept at home and read along with the voices inside. I didn’t rest until the next day when my mouth was swollen like a pig’s mouth. But after my mouth healed, I started to read endlessly again. I don’t know how many tapes I’ve ruined since reciting, but it finally paid off. When I took the Level 2 and Level 3 B exams, I actually passed all the oral exams. Following that, the seeds of my dream took root and sprouted further.

Although the road to realizing my dream is bumpy, one day, "dream" will definitely not be a vague word to me! The road to dreams will also be smooth and unpredictable! Sixth Grade Narrative Composition Part 2

Six years ago, I walked into the campus with a trace of ignorance and a cry. Now, I walk out of campus with a touch of frustration and nostalgia.

I miss the classmates cheering for success and sighing for failure; I miss the teachers’ lectures in the classroom, echoing in my ears; I miss every plant and tree in campus life; I miss everyone on campus Corner; nostalgic for everything in primary school life...

Six years - I was ignorant at the time, and my six years of life thought it was so long, but now that I think about it, it goes by so fast! Six years were spent in Tielin Primary School. I learned so much. That time, I cried because of my sloppiness in the exam. My classmates made me understand the precious friendship and taught me to be strong. That time, I became a class representative for the first time, and I stayed up all night excitedly about it. This time, I cried again because of a question. It was the teacher who taught me that question and also taught me to persevere and I will always succeed. That time, my classmates had an argument and they met. It was the classmate who apologized to me and let me know. I know that you must have a tolerant and generous heart in everything; that time, when school started, the classmates greeted me from the bottom of their hearts... In the past six years, I have learned too much, and these are every bit of life.

In the past six years, we have been taught by honest, good and bad teachers who have given us knowledge. No matter good or bad, he is our most beloved teacher. Over the past six years, I have grown up, and now I have to go on my own to experience and enter junior high school. However, Tielin Primary School has brought us so much: joy. sad. regret. Unforgettable, I left Tielin Primary School, but these memories are still imprinted in my mind. Looking at the group photos of the past five years, I suddenly remembered that I had taken a snapshot of my graduation photo. I couldn’t help but feel blurry...

The author of this article used typical examples and recalled the life of primary school through plain and affectionate language. , expresses nostalgia for primary school life, which is deeply touching. The structure of the article is clear and organized, especially the beginning, which plays a leading role in the whole article and sets the emotional tone of the article. Sixth Grade Narrative Composition Part 3

That was when I first entered elementary school. My mother didn't know how to feel about it, so she sent me to a boarding school a hundred miles away from home.

On the day I went to school to register, I refused to go at first. Later, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I pestered my mother to send me to school. After checking in, my mother slapped her butt and was about to leave. I held on to the corner of my mother's clothes. Because I am only eight years old and I still don’t know how to take care of myself! My mother was cruel, separated my hands, got in the car and left.

A week passed in the blink of an eye, and the clothes on my body smelled like sweat, which made me feel uncomfortable wearing them. I called my mother and asked her to pick me up on Sunday, but she said she had to work overtime. I said the clothes were dirty, and my mother told me to learn to wash them myself. The first time I did laundry, my actions were really stupid. Soap is like a disobedient child, always trying to slip away from my hands.

Although it took a lot of effort to wash it, it was not clean, but after washing it, I felt a sense of accomplishment.

So I learned to wash my own clothes.

So I have the ability to take care of myself.

I have a good mother, she gave me life and a future. One winter night, I was doing homework, and there was silence all around. My mother came and quietly put her thin clothes on me. When the clock struck eleven o'clock, I had just finished my homework. When I turned around, I saw my mother standing quietly beside me, with bloodshot eyes. My heart ached so much that I bumped into my mother's arms and hugged her. My mother, who was shivering from the cold, couldn't stop sobbing. You said softly: "Go to bed, don't cry, mom is not cold." Lying on the bed, I couldn't sleep, and my mother's thin figure always appeared in front of my eyes.

What a wonderful mother! Events from many years ago came back and I was stuck in the past.

It was a night in summer. I woke up from my dream, feeling very uncomfortable and hot all over. Because my dad is a doctor, I knew clearly that I had a fever. I quickly got up and cried: "Mom, I have a fever." My mother suddenly turned over, held me in her arms, touched my forehead anxiously, then quickly gave me medicine, put a wet scarf on my head, and held me tightly in her arms. . In the morning, I woke up from my sleep and found my mother sitting by the bed. Seeing that I was awake, she asked me with a smile: "Are you feeling better?" I looked at my mother's kind face, nodded, and said excitedly: "Much better! Mom, thank you..." My nose felt sore. , I can’t say it anymore.

Thinking of this, I can't help but think of a song my sister taught me, "Only Mom is Good in the World", yes! My mom is the best mom in the world! However, how will I repay my mother's kindness? Sixth Grade Narrative Composition Part 4

On the weekend, our family went to Jingdong Grand Canyon to play.

Entering the canyon, the first thing that caught my eye was a clear stream. You could clearly see the large and small stones in the water. I ran over quickly and touched the stream. It was so cold. So comfortable. Suddenly I found a fish in the water, and I screamed happily, because this time I went out to play, my father specially brought me a fishing sheet, which came in handy now. I squatted by the stream and, for a moment, Two times, three times, I kept putting the copy into the water, but not even a small fish was caught. The small fish swam away quickly without waiting for my copy to reach it. Alas, I really didn’t expect it. , these little fish are so smart.

Since we couldn’t catch any small fish, my father took us forward and unknowingly we came to the tall and big Tongtian Gorge. I raised my head and looked up hard, wow, it's so high here! No matter how you look, you can't see the top. Is it really possible to reach the sky? I really want to climb up and have a look, but I don't know why it is sealed. What a pity!

When we went out to play today, we also brought a special member of the family, my puppy Zhengzheng. Zhengzheng is a Chihuahua. Although it is already seven years old, it is quite small. Just like a three-month-old kitten, despite Zhengzheng's small size, he ran not much slower than us and didn't lag behind at all. When passing by the strange pond, I suddenly had a whim and threw him into the strange pond when Zhengzheng wasn't paying attention. In the strange pond, because I heard from my mother that puppies are born to swim, I wanted to see if Zheng Zheng could really swim. Amidst the exclamations of the family, Zheng Zheng really swam back to the shore, but his swimming style... ...My mother said it was called dog pawing, and our whole family was so happy that our stomachs ached.

Jingdong Grand Canyon is really fun, but we don’t have enough time. We haven’t gone to many places. If there is another chance next time, I will definitely ask my parents to take me to play here again, and I must catch small fish. , and I must let Zhengzheng swim again, haha.

This is a narrative narrative. The young author described an incident where the whole family visited the Jingdong Grand Canyon. "Life is the source of writing." Only with personal experience can the articles written be not empty and have true feelings. The full text is true and natural, the language is simple and vivid, it can be regarded as a masterpiece! Sixth Grade Narrative Composition Part 5

This afternoon, I was very frustrated because I only scored 75 points in the Chinese language test, so I was in a bad mood.

After I got home, I lay on the bed as if nothing had happened, thinking to myself why am I so depressed? Is it just because my Chinese language scores are not satisfactory? Later, I thought about it again. As long as I review hard, my Chinese scores can improve! So why don't I review? Is it because of laziness? Diligence can make up for clumsiness, but the stupid bird will fly first. As long as I persevere and review Chinese, one day my Chinese score will be A. Then, I started my review plan. I read and reread the Chinese text, memorizing the words again and again, and then a familiar voice came from the kitchen: "It's time to eat! Today we are eating your favorite chicken wings!" But I was like " Reviewing desperately like a "wooden man". I used to "fly" like a bird when I heard this sound, but now I seem to be obsessed with playing the game of "Wooden Man". It took me a while before I went out to eat. Tonight I ate faster than before. The speed must be fast. When I finished eating, I couldn't help but rush into the study room and review desperately again... Just like this, day after day, I reviewed desperately every night.

The day before the Chinese language test, I was very confident that I would get an A. Sure enough, hard work paid off. My hard work these days was not in vain. I got my ideal score-92 points! This made me ecstatic. After school, I walked home happily.

This is the score I achieved through hard work. The joy of success is very sweet. I decided to review harder in the future. Defoe once said a famous saying - the fear of danger is ten thousand times more terrible than the danger itself! Sixth Grade Narrative Composition Part 6

Today, when I was checking information on the Internet, I suddenly remembered the composition I wrote. I thought: Check it out and see if it works. So, I typed the four characters "Flower of Dreams of Butterflies", and the result, let alone say it, is true. But behind the author, there are a few big characters - Gang Qianxue.

I am very angry because I have never had this pen name. My pen name has always been Yun Duo’s Summer. Besides, even if he can write, he may not even have the same punctuation marks as mine! I wrote down this website——, registered an account, the name is still the same, and the information is still the same. I want him to know my existence and leave him a message.

Afterwards, for some reason, I still couldn’t let go. Just scold him online.

"Don't do it! What's the point of doing this? It's better to forget it!" My parents said again and again.

I thought about it and made a decision: give that article to him and put it down. Because, I understand: only by comparing myself with my former self can I make real progress, so what if he copied me? He doesn't get any benefit, after all, he didn't write it.

Let it go, this is the best choice... Sixth Grade Narrative Composition Chapter 7

Everyone has their own troubles, but my troubles may be different, then That's it - sweaty hands.

In summer, my hands sweat all the time. Sweating hands not only affects my study, but also drives away the joy in my life. Every time I do homework, my hands keep sweating, so I always wipe my hands to let the sweat on my hands subside temporarily, but after a while, the sweat flows down again, and I write The words were cleaned up completely. Because I am the team leader, I am responsible for handing out homework every time. However, during the few minutes I handed out the homework, my hands still couldn’t stop sweating and even wet my classmates’ homework books. I really didn’t know what to do. manage.

Because my hands are sweaty, some students don’t interact with me very much. However, my good friend Gu Siying did not dislike me. Every time she came home from school, Gu Siying always held my hand. However, after a while, my hands were sweaty again, so I had to put my hands on my clothes and wipe them hard. , wiped it and pulled it again, I was very ashamed at the time. I thought: Oh, my damn sweaty hands, I'm so sorry for causing such trouble to Gu Siying, and she can't stop for a moment.

The annoying hand sweat bothers me not only in my study, but also in my life. If there is a medicine to cure hand sweat, I will never have to worry about this matter again.