Unit 3 Composition of Grade Six 1 I remember it was a cold winter. I came home trembling after school and opened the door with cold hands. When I took the key, I found it was gone. I fumbled in my pocket and turned my schoolbag upside down, but I still couldn't find the key. I suddenly patted my head. "By the way, I didn't go home? Oh, how careless! " I hung my head in frustration and kept complaining that I was too careless. In desperation, I had to wait for my mother to come back. I stood in front of the door bored, and my schoolbag weighed me like a thousand pounds. The cold wind is blowing outside, and I can't help shivering, and my body is much cooler.
The winter wind girl waved mercilessly, and the lonely leaflets on the tree floated down in a whirl. I looked at the dark sky and felt uneasy. What should I do? What shall we do? Why hasn't my mother come yet? Don't I dare to think? Every hair on my body seems to be shaking. My heart is like fifteen buckets of water-it's so cold that I get goose bumps. Suddenly, someone patted me, and I suddenly turned around, huh? Isn't this Aunt Wang, the neighbor? "Why don't you go home? Don't you have a key? " Wang Yi said kindly. I said incoherently, "I, I was too careless." I-I locked my key in the house. Mom still has it, but she hasn't come back yet! " "At some point disappointed silver bucket rolled down from her eyes, tears like glittering and translucent pearls, leaving traces on her cheeks. Aunt Wang smiled, wiped my tears and said, "Silly child, why are you frozen here?" Let's go to menstruation's house to keep warm! "Oh, no, thank you, Aunt Wang. My mother may come soon. " In order not to disturb Aunt Wang, I politely declined her invitation. "Then I won't force you to come to menstruation's house before your mother comes, ah!" I nodded, the in the mind a hot.
"dang! Bang! Hey! " Oh? Mom's back? I was so happy that I ran out of the door at a speed of 100 meters. Hey! It was Li Nainai who brought his granddaughter back, which made me very disappointed. "ah? Son, why don't you go home? No one at home? " I told you the whole story, but Li Nainai said, "Son, why don't you come to my house and I'll make you something to eat?" I shook my head quickly, because I knew Li Nainai's family was poor, but they came to help me. Looking at Li Nainai's wrinkled smiling face, I couldn't help but feel sour in my nose and tears filled my eyes. I hurried home and said, "Grandma, thank you. I won't bother you. I'm leaving first! " ! "
Panting, I ran to the door, only to hear the "creak of a button". Aunt Wang opened the door and said kindly, "son, your mother just called and asked you to come to my house." Come in, come in! " Actually, my mother's name is not Aunt Wang. This is just a white lie. I knew Aunt Wang was very kind to me, so I followed Aunt Wang in. When I walked into the room, I always felt very warm, so this warmth stayed on me for a long time. Although this photo was a long time ago, I still remember it vividly, and I can't forget those kind words, those wrinkled smiles and touching scenes between neighbors.
Unit 3, Composition 2, Grade 6 I couldn't help crying when I saw the topic of the exercise "Caring for the elderly".
When it comes to old people, they will think of hemiplegic grandfathers and dead grandmothers. Although I was very young at that time, I will never forget their love for me. According to my mother, it was six years ago. At that time, my grandfather rode a motorcycle alone to do business. On the way, grandpa suddenly fell off the car and fell on the road. There were no idle people on the road at that time, only the owner of a canteen was there. The boss immediately ran over, helped grandpa sit against the wall, and called 120 ambulance. Then find my grandfather's phone number, contact our family and send it to the hospital in time. Although he was rescued, he left hemiplegia and could not move, so he had to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. Because of this incident, my mother has always blamed herself for not taking good care of her parents: if grandpa had high blood pressure in time, he would not have been allowed to ride a motorcycle, and this regrettable thing would not have happened.
At that time, what I heard most from my mother was: every family has a hard experience, and everyone will get old. Seriously, I never understood what this meant before. However, now that I know, sometimes it hurts to think of this sentence; I also remembered my kind grandmother who died of a heart attack because she was alone at home.
There is no regret medicine in the world! Now I go to visit my grandfather every week and chat with him. I hope my happiness can bring grandpa happiness and make him not lonely.
It is the responsibility of each of us to take care of the elderly. We should not only care about the elderly in our own family, but also extend a hand to the elderly in society when they need help. Because of this, it can not only warm an old man, but also save his life and bring a happy life to a family; Let the society have more laughter and more warmth.
Speaking of lies, I dare say that all of us have never lied since childhood. Yes, everyone has lied, but some lies are white and some lies are malicious! A white lie, with good intentions, is a lie that he has to make up when he lies to cheat in good faith.
Now, let me tell you about it. On one occasion, there was a donation in the school. At noon, when my mother was reading the newspaper, I took my money out of 30 yuan and took it to school to donate. After donating money, I remembered that my mother was going to audit the accounts today. I had to bite the bullet and go home, when my mother was already standing at the door waiting for me. Mom asked me where the money went. I quickly said, "I was going to buy a pen today, but I dropped it on the way." "Well, I lost 20 yuan, and my pocket money for 20 days is gone." Ah! My pocket money. It's a white lie.
Tell you another one! An old couple (on the news) is very old, but they have always been happy. One day, the old woman received a letter from her son. She was so happy that she quickly asked her wife to read it to her. Because it was a death notice, the old man made up a beautiful letter for fear that the old woman would be sad. The old man kept this "unspeakable secret" until the day of his death. Grandpa's white lies gave grandma a happy feeling.
Ideal is the beacon of life navigation, and ideal is an inspiring sail. Everyone will have a distant and bright ideal. My ideal is a well-trained soldier.
When it comes to soldiers, you will definitely think of neat and solemn squares and green barracks. Yes, I can't help but aspire to thrive in that environment and be a soldier who defends the motherland, the people and the society.
In the barracks where slogans resound through the sky, the spirit of hard work, pure friendship and brave fighting all embodies the strict requirements and noble qualities of soldiers. I believe this place will also make me an excellent and qualified soldier.
People live for their own hopes. This is a famous saying of sholokhov, a famous Soviet writer. Yes! Only people with ideals are truly alive, and vice versa.
The 70th anniversary military parade watched by the people of China included the hard work and sweat of the soldiers. Going forward bravely, the soldiers who care about the motherland make me respect and love, and let me have the glorious ideal of being a soldier.
Ideal is a fire extinguished by the wind, ideal is a candle of life lit by fire, ideal is a candle that illuminates the way forward, and ideal is the road that leads you to success. Please remember sholokhov's words: People live for their own hopes.
Unit 3, Grade 6 Ideal is the goal that everyone pursues all his life. With ideals, life has direction, learning has motivation, and life has value.
I like music since I was a child. Whenever those stars are singing melodious songs on the stage, I can't help thinking ... so I decided to be a singer with many eyes.
Music is my ideal and my goal in life. When I am tired, as soon as I hear the sound of nature, my favorite music, I will refresh myself and get closer to my ideal step by step.
For my ideal, I sing, eat and play while sleeping ... In short, the more I sing, the more I want to sing. Gradually, I have an idol in my heart. She is G.E.M I have a big stack of her albums, all of which I bought with my pocket money. I play whenever I have time. So far, she has composed more than 600 songs, of which more than 500 are her own. I admire her talent and her singing voice.
I often fantasize that I am standing on my own stage, singing heartily, not shy, not afraid, not worried, and singing as I please. Imagine that the cheers and applause of the audience drowned out waves and lasted for a long time. Every time I think about this, I feel a sense of pride and a growing desire to sing. Life is a hundred years, determined to be a teenager! Now only by studying hard, studying hard, laying a good foundation, and trying to get into the Conservatory of Music, will we be one step closer to success. For my ideal, I take "don't be discouraged, pride goes before a fall" as my motto.
Maybe I will encounter "obstacles" and many obstacles on the way to realize my ideal, but I will pay everything for it in order to realize my ideal. I firmly believe that where there is a will, there is a way.
Everyone has his own ideal, and I am no exception. When I was a child, my little treasure chest also contained colorful ideals. Today, I will open my treasure chest and show you all the treasures in it.
I had my first dream when I was very young. Be a policewoman. The ideal of childhood now seems ridiculous and naive. At that time, I actually fell in love with the beautiful police uniform of the policewoman and stood in the middle of the road with them to direct traffic. But soon, my ideal changed, because I gradually understood the hardships and difficulties of being a policewoman.
Therefore, becoming a painter has become my second dream. I have been very sensitive to painting since I was a child, and I like painting very much. I often draw some masterpieces for my parents. My parents learned that I like painting and immediately enrolled me in an art class. It may be because of the playful nature of children. After taking the art class, I became less fond of painting. I even ran out of art class to play with my classmates. In this way, my second ideal came to nothing.
When I had my third dream, I was already in the fourth grade of primary school. The ideal at that time was to be a teacher. Since childhood, I have come into contact with many teachers, some of whom are old and experienced. There are also young and inexperienced people. But whether they are or not
I like all teachers and the subjects they teach very much. In the future, I will stand on a high platform like them and teach my students.
Now I am a sixth-grade student. I am about to enter middle school. Today, I am not a child who knows nothing; Now, I have my own unique views and ideas on some things. Now my ideal is to be a person who contributes to society. Maybe you will say that this is not ideal. But in this long study career, I am not sure whether my ideal will change again. But what I am sure of is that what I will never change is to be a person who contributes to society and all mankind.
Nowadays, many students often talk about their lofty ideals and ambitions. But I often don't do some small things that should be done around me. Even some basic social ethics have not been achieved. If you want to realize your ideal, you should start from the small things around you and start from yourself. There can be no idea of "not doing it for good, not doing it for evil". This idea. We should lay a solid foundation for our ideals. It can finally be realized! Maybe your ideals are as numerous as stars, and your ideals will never change. But no matter what career and work I want to do when I grow up, there is only one thing that I will never change, and that is, I will start from small things and always start from myself. Be a person who contributes to society and all mankind!
Unit 3 Composition of Grade 6 7 Composition of Unit 3 of Grade 6 People's Education Edition 1:
The other day, I went to school by bus. There are many people in the car, packed like sardines, back to back, legs next to legs. I managed to squeeze into the back door of the car, which made it a little loose.
Suddenly, I heard several continuous coughs. I turned my head and saw an elderly grandmother. Her hair is gray, her face is wrinkled and her hands and feet are a little shaky. None of the brothers and sisters sitting in the seat is willing to give up their seats to the old woman, which makes me very angry. If I can sit in that seat, I will definitely give my seat to that old woman.
Two people stood in the past, and I felt that the grandmother had already stood soft. She grabbed the handrail and her hands were shaking. At this time, a sister sitting in the back row kept waving to the grandmother and motioned for her to sit over. Grandma couldn't see it, so I told her that she squeezed into the back row and sat down to thank the elder sister repeatedly. The elder sister said it was just a little effort. I was a little surprised at first: why did this elder sister take so long to give up her seat? Later, I saw the elder sister say to the mobile phone, "Sorry, I just saw an old woman and gave her her seat. I'm sorry to waste your precious time ..." Now, I understand that the elder sister gave her seat for so long because she didn't see the old woman just now and was on the phone. I can't help but respect that sister, because it is not easy for her to give up her seat to an old lady in such a busy situation. This elder sister has a caring and helpful heart.
This time I went to school, I realized the truth of being a man: to be a man, I must be a person who knows how to care for the old and the young and be helpful, and I must be a helpful person, not a selfish person who only cares about myself.
Sixth grade People's Education Edition Unit 3 Composition II:
"Ding Lingling ..." As the bell rang, the teacher announced that our class was over. And told us: "The snowstorm is coming soon. You should go home as soon as possible. You can't stay on the side of the road to play. Be sure to pay attention to safety! " My classmates and I immediately packed our schoolbags and ran out of the classroom.
When I came to the side of the road, I saw the dark clouds rolling in the sky, people coming and going on the road, all in a hurry to go home, and I also accelerated my pace. When I came to a crossroads, suddenly, an uncle riding a bicycle knocked a little girl to the ground. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he rode away at once. I saw that little girl's feet were skinned and blood was oozing out. The little girl was frightened and began to cry at once. Pedestrians on the road also ignored her. I felt sorry for her, so I hurried over and wiped her blood with the paper towel my mother put in her schoolbag. She cried and cried, "It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! "I said," Hold on, I'll take you home when you're clean. Where do you live? " "In Century Square," she sobbed, "what a coincidence! I live there too. " After cleaning, I helped her limp home.
Finally, I came to her door. She told me that I had arrived. I help knock on the door. The little girl's mother welcomed us in and asked why. She quickly thanked me and gave me candy and cookies. I was embarrassed and hurried home.
Walking on the way home, although the sky is gloomy, I still feel very happy. Because I did a meaningful thing today, and I also understand that helping others can make me happy! I hope everyone can give a little love, and don't be irresponsible for your actions like that uncle!
Sixth grade People's Education Edition Unit 3 Composition III:
One day in the summer vacation, Wang and Fu and I bought some snacks in a nearby shop on our way to Miss Lan's home to make up lessons.
The three of us entered the store door, and there was no one inside. We shouted, "Hello? We want to buy something. " "Boss, shopping!" We called several times in a row, but no one answered. I said, "Hey, this boss is really nice. He doesn't close the door when people leave. " The three of us chose several snacks respectively. Seeing that we are going to make up lessons at Teacher Lan's house, the boss hasn't come yet, so we can only worry there. But I racked my brains and didn't come up with a good idea. I think, forget it, don't buy it. Then I remembered: Yao didn't have lunch. He must be very hungry now. He needs these foods most. So I stood at the door and shouted, "Hello?" Still no owner. We are as busy as ants on hot bricks. I thought again: change to a small shop, but this is the closest to Mr. Lan's house. If I go to another shop, I will definitely delay the tutoring time.
All three of us are worried. Just as we were about to leave the shop, Wang suddenly shouted, "I have an idea!" " "He said," look, don't all these foods have price tags? Let's take a piece of paper, write down the name of the food we bought and how much it cost, and then put the money for snacks on the table. Isn't that ok? "
Fu and I both think this is the only good way now. We quickly did as Wang said, wrote down the name of the food on a piece of paper, paid the money, and then put it on the counter. After doing this, I can't help sighing. I think: if we didn't do this at that time, but ran away with these snacks, then we made the mistake of lifelong regret!
On the way to Teacher Lan's house, my steps were particularly relaxed. I thought that the note not only wrote the names of the dishes bought by the three of us, but also wrote the integrity of me, Wang Hefu.
This little thing made me understand a truth of being a man: honesty is more precious than money. Life should let the flowers of honesty blossom everywhere!
However, he is not proud, but he does not feel inferior because of his coarse clothes. Although he knew that there were always some "jealous" people commenting on him behind his back, he didn't mind or pay attention. He just works hard and plunges into the ocean of knowledge, because only there can he feel relaxed and excited, because he knows this ... is a life with a soul.
Even teachers are interested in such a farmer's son from a poor mountainous area. They know his hard work, two meals a day, a bowl of boiled water and two steamed buns, because he can't afford those "delicacies", and he is not jealous or inferior, because he has a strong pillar in his heart-home.
Near the college entrance examination, he had new troubles and was admitted to the university. Where did the family get so much money for him to sign up? He discussed with his family, and the result was "to sell the only thing in the family that can be called valuable-that worn-out sewing machine, and let my sister drop out of school." However, when I learned that I still had a chance to go to college, another unfortunate news followed: my father was ill. How can this work? What if the only pillar in the family falls down? !