A composition written by a sixth-grade writer 1 A vast sea of people, a vast world, walking in this bustling world, shuttling among many fellow travelers. You wore a simple and generous sportswear and gave me a sincere smile, so I knew I had another friend in the crowd. ...
Your strength and never giving up are my first impressions. You like basketball very much, and I like basketball very much. It can be said that we are old friends with similar interests and deep feelings. I remember a basketball game, we thought it would be easy, but we were badly beaten as soon as we got on the court. It turns out that our opponents are all powerful basketball players, and their inside penetration and stealing skills are impeccable. It was a very close game. You have to substitute because you broke your skin halfway, and the score gap is getting bigger and bigger. " 12: 2; 16:4; 22:8 ",we are about to lose, and the hope of turning defeat into victory is slim. Your eyes were fixed on the ball, and suddenly you jumped up, gritted your teeth, and your face was slightly beaded with sweat from the pain. However, regardless of all this, you walked onto the stage with a loud roar, which seemed mighty and heroic. Your strength inspires your inner potential. That courage is like the rebirth of Yuan Da in the Seven Kingdoms. Within three minutes, Zhang Fei was born, unified heavenly soldier, Tota, Li Tianzhi, a palm. Your vigorous posture is like an arrow in the wind. But after all, the opponent is also a strong player. Two people really is enter the dragon, their heels. One is a hero, the other is a strong man, one will gnash his teeth like respecting morality, one will open his eyes like Lu Bu, one used to shoot tigers in the mountains, one used to wear Yang Yufeng, one dribbled a flame, one flashed cold light from his brow, and the other was like a god pitcher. This is a kind of spirit, and there is no room for slack. That's a flaw. There's no room for leisure. Compare strength, improvise and lose the game by means. It's wonderful that you and I block each other, but after a long time, both of them seem a little tired. I saw one wandering for a long time, sweating and bling, and the other soaking in the water, covered in clothes. But there is still the momentum of painting arhats and so on. Jade King Kong is brave. It's really worthy of being the second master. This is one of the two dragon fighters. I saw you gently relax your arm and throw a ball out of the three-point line. The basketball crossed a silver arc lightly and perfectly in the air and then fell into the basket. It's really a matter of winning or losing in an instant, a matter of life and death in an instant. The score gradually narrowed, and when the last basketball landed under the opponent's basket, the playground shouted "We won". Just when I was about to say "You are great", you turned and disappeared into the twilight. ...
Donote gave up, Donote gave up, you gave it to me, and your clever figure has been lingering in my mind.
I live in a big family with four generations living under one roof. In this family, there is a "little cutie". Her name is Candy. She is my great-uncle's granddaughter and the youngest sister.
She is only one year old. She has short hair and looks like a little boy with beautiful big eyes. She was very affectionate to me as soon as we met. I remember the first time we met was at my wife's house. As soon as I entered the door, she waddled over, pointed at me and said with a smile, "Sister, sister." I saw her staring at me with big eyes, looking at her sparkling eyes, I couldn't help laughing. I immediately fell in love with this elf-like villain. Later, this little cutie pestered me and even gave up her mother-in-law and became my "little sidekick". She goes wherever I go, and even wants me to hold her when I sleep.
However, I also became her exclusive product. That day, my sister came, and I immediately rushed over and hugged her. Small candy saw it, immediately ran over and pulled me hard, ready to cry. Seeing that tears were about to come out, I had to separate from my sister and pick up the little candy. She just wiped her tears and smiled happily.
Candy is still a glutton. I remember that day, I gave candy half a walnut cake, but she was in tears. She was so angry that she threw the walnut cake on the ground and shouted, "No, no, whoops …" I don't understand why. When my mother-in-law came back from outside, she realized that she wanted more. Candy smiled happily when I brought her the bag of walnut cake. But at night, the little candy couldn't sleep because she ate too much. Mother-in-law gave her the medicine for digestion, and she tossed for half a night before stopping for a while.
This is the "little cutie" in our big family-candy.
Grade 6: Deng Yuxin
Some people say that friendship is really the most sacred thing, which deserves not only special praise but also eternal praise. It is the mother of generosity and honor, the mother of emotion and the Sisters Of Mercy, and the mortal enemy who hates greed. He is always ready to sacrifice himself for others, and it is completely voluntary and does not need others to beg. After that, I understood what friendship is:
It was a sunny morning with dark clouds in my heart. There is still some time before class begins. I sit on the stairs of the campus. Just when I thought that no one would change because of me, the sun would not disappear because of me, the sky would not cry because of me, and it didn't matter whether I existed or not, she came.
The short three words "What's the matter" reveal a feeling that has never been felt before. However, this feeling is different from ordinary feelings. I am sincere, and my heart is sweet and sour. I can't say it. I looked up and found that I didn't know this girl at all. In the sun, the girl has long hair as thick as seaweed, slightly curly, eyes like sea water, and her skin is very white and ivory. The whole person looks lazy. She is smiling, but her eyes are confused. She said her name was Xiaoyu, and I told her I called my name. I asked her why she comforted me, and she said, because we are friends, I looked at her doubtfully and thought, friend? As if she could read my heart, when I was about to ask, she said, "You don't have to doubt. Although I didn't know it before, I know it now, and now I'm friends, hehe! " Her laughter flowed out like a spring of the soul.
"Ding ..." The bell rang, and in this way, we reluctantly separated.
Only then can I feel what friendship is and what is true friendship.
I have a cousin named Sun, who is in the third grade. She has an oval face, a small mouth and big eyes. Long black hair over your shoulders, so cute! She has one characteristic: she likes planting flowers and plants very much. She often buys some flowers and plants with the pocket money given by her grandparents. Every pot of flowers and plants she grows is beautiful.
My cousin is good at potted plants. She can make plants produce flowers of several colors. Every time I go to my cousin's house, I can always see her taking care of her flowers and plants on the balcony. I don't understand, so I ask her, and my cousin will tell me with a smile: "This is a wide orange, and that is a five-needle pine. Didn't I tell you about this pot of evergreen last time? " How could I forget? "Say that finish, my cousin gently kissed my nose. My cousin sometimes asks me to help her with some work, which makes me very happy. Although it is such a trivial matter as picking up grass and watering, she will not talk about it with confidence. What I admire most about my cousin is her profound knowledge of gardening. Every time I follow her to the flower market, the bosses will come up with new varieties to test her, and she can always explain clearly, like a few treasures. When the bosses give her thumbs up to praise her, she will wave her hand and say, "I don't understand a lot!" " "Say that finish, he took my hand and plunged into the flowers and trees. A look is half a day.
My cousin also told me many stories about flowers, ancient and mythical. She also likes reading ancient poems about flowers. My cousin told me that the poets in the Tang Dynasty had the most incisive understanding of flowers. Her favorite poem is "Smelling plum blossoms, Xiao Weifeng, ... a plum tree". I always feel that she is one of these beautiful stories, and she is the embodiment of flowers. My cousin is very generous. I had to take many pots of flowers and plants from her. I always eat when I'm dead, and eat when I'm dead. She never cared. Only once, I secretly took the orchid that she spent a lot of effort to cultivate, and it died! This made her sad and vowed never to talk to me again. Later, my father came forward to apologize and made up with me.
This is my cousin, a girl who loves flowers and beauty, and also a "flower fairy" in my mind.
These days, the north wind keeps blowing, cutting people's faces. Sometimes the sky is angry and the wind is mixed with rain.
Unfortunately, I forgot my key in this terrible weather. Moreover, my father is away on business and my mother works far away. It will be dark when I come back. I am so sad that I dare not turn around at the gate of the community.
"Yes, why don't you go home?" An old and friendly voice sounded like a lifeguard. It's grandma the janitor. "I ... I forgot my key and I can't go back." I'm shivering with cold.
"Yes, go into the house to warm up and wait for your mother to come back." Say that finish, the guard grandma threw me into the warm guard room. It's too warm, the heating is on! "Thank you, Grandma!" I am a little embarrassed to say. "You're welcome. It's cold outside. Come on, there's a fire bucket here. Sit in and warm your feet. " Grandma the janitor said with a smile. Into the fire bucket, the doorman's grandmother pushed a small table and pointed to my schoolbag and said, "You haven't written your homework yet, so write it on the table quickly."
A warm current flows through my whole body, and I thank grandma the doorman again and again.
After finishing my homework, my stomach growled and I caught a glimpse of a dish of jiaozi on the big table. As if knowing what I was thinking, the grandmother at the door came to me with the bowl of delicious and warm jiaozi and said, "Are you hungry? It's almost 6 o'clock, and your mother will come back. Have some jiaozi first. " At this time, I don't know how to thank the janitor for her hospitality.
Soon, my mother came back and said a lot of thanks to the grandmother who was the doorman. She just kept saying you're welcome.
From then on, when I passed by the guard room, the grandmother of the guard often leaned out and asked me, "Italy, do you have the key?" Every time I hear grandma's words, no matter how cold it is, my heart is warm.