Whether you are in school or entering society, everyone must be exposed to composition. Composition is a verbal activity that is highly comprehensive and creative. Have no clue when it comes to writing an essay? Below are 10 sixth-grade narrative compositions that I have collected for you. You are welcome to learn from them and refer to them. I hope they will be helpful to you. Sixth Grade Narrative Composition Part 1

Mom was not at home at noon today. As soon as my father stepped out of the house, I took a can of drink from the refrigerator, a bag of potato chips from the "snack box", and a bag of chocolate beans. I turned on the TV and lay on the sofa eating snacks with relish. , watching TV.

The phone rang suddenly. I thought it must be my mother coming to check. I hurriedly lowered the volume and answered the phone.

"Hey, honey, are you watching TV? We may come back late at noon. If you are hungry, you can find something to fill your stomach. Watch less TV, bye. "

" OK, Mom! "

" Well! Goodbye. "

In a moment, I will. His stomach gave out a "gurgling" signal for help, and he had no choice but to cook for himself.

Alas!

Let’s cook the rice first, but washing rice is troublesome, but if it’s too troublesome, you still have to eat.

Forget it, but washing rice is quite fun, just put your hand into the pot and stir it a few times. But when I was pouring water, the white rice "ran" out one after another like naughty children.

I washed the rice five or six times and the water was still white. I thought since the rice water is good for health, I just covered the pot and left.

The next question is: vegetables—no food without vegetables. I think of the home-cooked side dish Invincible Tomato Scrambled Eggs! Cutting tomatoes and beating eggs is a trivial matter, but being able to fry them is considered a trump card. I first heat the oil and then pour the "fan egg" mixture into it. "Brush", the passion for oil was completely ignited, and the oil exploded so high that it really "flyed down three thousand feet, and the crackling sound was loud."

Finally, after a lot of tossing, my The work is freshly released. It’s just——

The eggs are a little burnt and the rice is a little rotten,

But, after all, this is made by myself! It is the fruit of my own labor!

Yeah! Sixth Grade Narrative Composition Part 2

Elementary school life is about to end, and classmates who have been together for six years will say "goodbye". Elementary school was a happy time, and this period of life will never be erased from my heart.

The past events are still vivid in my mind, and I recall every bit of school time with my classmates, and the scene reappears before my eyes: On Monday morning, Chopin quickly ran from the door to the classroom, breaking the originally quiet morning self-study. He jumped to the podium excitedly and angrily said loudly to us students who were studying in self-study: "Listen! Listen! Let me tell you, Class 3 said bad things about our class on the forum, saying that our class is not as good as theirs." !" As soon as Chopin finished speaking, some boys in our class became angry, and the students below also started talking about it. Wang Chen, a boy, was filled with indignation and said, "It's us boys, so just follow me. You don't have to go if you're afraid of what the teacher says!" When he heard someone taking the lead, almost all the boys in our class walked out of the classroom. We didn't pay much attention until we got to the first class and returned to the classroom in twos and threes.

After school in the evening, a group of boys from Class 3 stopped us girls who had just left school. One of them said: "Tell Chopin and Wang Chen in your class to be more honest with us, otherwise, they will have to walk around without food!" After saying that, they left, which frightened us.

The next day, this incident spread again in our class, saying that the boys in our class went to fight in the "World War II" again. It turned out that on Monday morning, Chopin, Wang Chen and other boys stopped the students from Class 3 on the playground and beat them up! When school was over in the afternoon, the boys in Class 3, in order to "revenge", intercepted Dong Dong and Baobao from my class on their way home from school, and beat them too. This "war" gradually escalated, causing trouble at school and at home, destroying our stable and harmonious learning environment. The teacher took over the matter, the school intervened, and the police were called upon. All the parents of the students involved in the fight were invited to the school for a meeting to cooperate with the school in educating their children.

Is fighting a good way to solve problems? I can definitely answer "No!". Later I learned that Chopin and Wang Chen, the leaders of our class, and several boys who were the leaders of Class 3 were given warnings by the school. I feel unworthy of their ignorance of right and wrong. But they said: "It's no big deal. This is to defend the honor of our class. It's nothing unworthy." You see, they think they are just and fighting for the honor of the class.

This incident remains deeply in my memory. I sincerely feel sorry for them and hope that they will not be impulsive and solve problems without using force. Every step of life must be taken well. (792 words) Sixth Grade Narrative Composition Part 3

Today, when I went to the restaurant to eat, I saw a kitten meowing! It seemed like he was asking if he could give me something to eat. I saw that this kitten had white feet, black fur on its body, mixed with yellow fur, and its eyes were round.

I think this kitten is very cute. It always raises its tail very high, which proves that this cat is very happy today. Later, an interesting thing happened between me and this cat. Let me tell you about it!

When the kitten barked at me, I threw fish meat to it and it was very happy. It immediately ran over, swung its tail, and jumped up and down, looking very happy. It ate with relish, and after eating, it had to lick the leftovers. Then, it walked over calmly and cried pitifully, "Meow! Meow! Meow!" as if to say: "I'm not full yet, can you have some more?" At this time, I gave It ate some dried fish and threw it far away to prevent it from asking me for food again. However, this trick was of no use to it. After it finished eating, it came over again and asked me for food. I had no choice but to wave my hand and say, "No more! No more!" However, it kept sitting next to me. Ask me for food. I really had no choice but to give him some more fish, but this time I threw them farther than last time, and he immediately ran over to eat them. However, soon, he finished it again. It came over to me again with its tail between its legs and asked for food. I really had no choice but to think that if I couldn’t offend it, I could still afford to hide it! I had to sit in another seat and watch it secretly. The cat finally turned around and left. Finally, I was driven away.

This is my first time feeding a cat. At first, I liked it very much. However, it is so greedy that I hate it! Sixth Grade Narrative Composition Part 4

A fierce election campaign for department representatives started in our class.

In the first class this afternoon, Teacher He announced his candidacy for the subject representative. This event is divided into three stages, including speeches, voting, and counting. The election subjects are Chinese, Mathematics and English.

At the beginning of the activity, Li Tianhao from my class was the first to step onto the podium and start giving a speech. Look! His confident look is enviable! His resounding eloquence and brilliant speech won bursts of applause from the students. As the applause rang out, classmate Li Tianhao's face became even more rosy.

Wow! It's my turn!

I mustered up the courage to walk towards the podium. I knew that I was very confident, and I felt that I was getting closer and closer to success step by step. I first told everyone in an passionate tone why I ran for this position, then talked about how I prepared, and finally I talked about how I will work hard to serve you if I win this position...

< p>My speech ended with warm applause, "Please support me and vote for me. Okay?" I pulled the votes with myself. Then, a big bow of almost ninety degrees...

When I returned to my seat, I couldn’t be more excited.

At this time, the students are waiting for the results to be announced. "Start voting!" With Teacher He's order, the classroom was boiling, and the students voted with enthusiasm. I ran for the position of English Department representative with an absolute advantage of forty-one votes. Suddenly, my eyes lit up!

I am happy for myself from the bottom of my heart! Cheers to yourself!

The election campaign is still going on, and some students have stood out one after another in the election, winning the titles of Chinese and Mathematics representatives respectively. Point out the theme

I applaud myself! I applaud our class and our great department representative! Sixth Grade Narrative Composition 5

Mom and Dad give us love and care, allowing us to thrive, and they also always use their words and deeds to teach us how to behave. Although they are not celebrities or great people, they are Signposts in my life.

That time, my parents and I went to the countryside to visit graves, which required a five-hour bus ride. In order to kill the loneliness of the journey, I bought a lot of newspapers and books. Although the car was bumpy all the way on the uneven road, we were talking and laughing along the way. No one got carsick and we would soon reach our destination. An old man sitting in front of me had already vomited twice due to carsickness. , and now I'm about to vomit again. The old man was accompanied by a child and a middle-aged man. The little boy patted his grandfather's back very sensibly. The other man might be the old man's son. He was obviously very anxious. He rummaged through his pockets, but they were empty. , it turns out that the plastic bags in the car have run out.

At this time, my father stood up and said: "Old man, please come and sit here with me. It's by the window. If you want to vomit, just vomit outside." When my mother saw it, she quickly said: " No, no, that would be unsafe. I have some pieces of scrap paper here for the old man to spit on and wrap. Anyway, we are almost there, so just take it with you when you get off the bus." As she said that, her mother took out a piece of paper from her bag. Newspaper, I looked at it and saw that it was a newspaper. It was the "National Defense Times" that I bought specially. I was about to step forward to stop it, but then I thought about it. My parents often teach me to be helpful to others, but apart from those acquaintances, I Besides, who have you helped? Now is the time, what's a newspaper? At this time, I was timid and I didn't know where I came from. I took a bottle of mineral water that I had not drunk yet and handed it to my grandfather to rinse his mouth. The uncle looked at us with gratitude in his eyes. At this time, after the old man vomited uncomfortably, the uncle took out a towel full of vomit from his pocket and was about to wipe the old man's mouth. When my mother saw it, she immediately took out her white towel and handed it to the old man. But the old man hesitated and refused to answer.

At this time, my father considerately took out a piece of facial tissue and handed it to the old man, saying, "Then use this to wipe it." The old man recovered, took the paper, and kept saying, "Thank you so much." You guys are such good people! The children are so sensible and cute." But my parents were embarrassed and quickly waved their hands and said, "Don't be like this, it's okay." I felt extremely proud in my heart. With the help of his parents, the old man arrived at his destination smoothly. When he got off the bus, the little brother came to me and said seriously: "Brother, you must be a Young Pioneer. My sister said that Young Pioneers all love to help others. , I will also be a Young Pioneer in the future." After listening to his childish words, I felt proud of my parents and I again, and it also strengthened my determination to help others in the future.

It is the noble character of my parents that guides me invisibly. They are really the guideposts of my life. Sixth Grade Narrative Composition 6

My childhood was full of colors and laughter. Now I have grown up to be a middle school student, but I still remember me. A "silly" thing from childhood.

I was only in the second grade at that time, but I thought I had grown up and become a "big" child. Looking at my parents busy every day, I always wanted to do something for them.

One day during the summer vacation, my parents went to work. I finished the day's tasks early and sat there reading a book. Suddenly I caught a glimpse of the vegetables my mother bought in the morning on the kitchen floor. I suddenly thought: "Eh? How about I wash the vegetables while my parents are not at home and give them a surprise?" I just did it, picked up the bench, rushed all the way to the kitchen, stood on the bench and prepared to wash the vegetables. But I was still too short. Even if I stood on the bench, I could barely reach the pool. I almost fell over because of this. I was really angry and annoyed at the time and didn’t know what to do. Just when I was so anxious Like an ant on a hot pot, I saw the washing machine standing quietly in the corner of the bathroom. "My mother always puts the dirty clothes in it. After a while, they will be clean when they are taken out. I can use it to wash vegetables." !" I thought very proudly in my heart, feeling smug about my "smartness", with a proud smile on my face. Without further ado, I picked up a pot of vegetables and walked to the washing machine without saying a word. I poured it all into the washing machine and pressed the switch. Fifteen minutes later, when I opened the washing machine with the joy of being praised at noon, I was shocked by the sight in front of me: the tomatoes had long disappeared; It looked like it had been gnawed by mice; only the bare stems of the cabbage were left.

Oh, buy it! What is going on. Before I could figure it out, my mother came back, and I had to confess to her honestly. Unexpectedly, after hearing this, my mother not only did not blame me, but actually laughed "haha". I was confused. , I just heard my mother say to me: "Silly girl, the washing machine can only be used to wash clothes. How did you come up with the idea of ??using it to wash vegetables?" I felt a little embarrassed by what my mother said, and my face became a little bit sad. red.

This is my childhood full of color, joy and "silliness". Sixth Grade Narrative Composition Part 7

Today I came to "Easy Composition" happily because today I have to make wontons.

First, Teacher Wu asked us to put the meat filling in a big bowl. I asked Liu Jiajia to beat the eggs for me. After beating the eggs, Teacher Wu poured us a little soy sauce and green onions and asked us to mix the meat filling. We got up and mixed it for a long time until our hands were sore before the meat filling and eggs were mixed together.

I started to make wontons. I took the wrappers in my left hand and the chopsticks in my right hand to pick out a little bit of meat filling. I picked it up and pinched it with my hands. No, I pinched too hard and the meat filling came out. I added another layer of skin to the wontons, and now the meat filling finally went in, and my "double-layered wontons" were wrapped. Looking at its thick coat and thin and small belly, I thought this double-layer wonton must not be delicious.

This time I failed, but I really want to be a little bit good at it. I started kneading the wontons again, holding the skin in my left hand and the chopsticks in my right hand. I picked a little meat filling and pinched it gently. The second wonton was wrapped. Thin skin, bulging belly, standing proudly on the plate, as if to say, eat me! Eat me! I am the tastiest ravioli.

I became more energetic and wrapped them one by one. In a short while, I made thirty wontons.

When the wontons were put out of the pot, they sank first and lay quietly on the bottom of the water. Hey! They changed color! After a while, these wontons that changed color slowly surfaced on the water again, swimming like a group of happy little ducks in the pot!

The teacher scooped it up with a big spoon, and the fragrant wonton babies jumped into the big bowl. I ate the wonton babies hungrily. The wonton babies were so delicious!

We are so happy today! Sixth Grade Narrative Composition 8

Friendship is worth cherishing. Friendship is a knife that breaks the stones in my heart; friendship is a lamp that illuminates the darkness in my heart; friendship is a Huge box, harvesting happiness and sharing happiness.

"Ring, ring, ring..." As the bell rang, the students, like birds released in a cage, "flyed" to the activity venue outside the classroom. Soon after, bursts of laughter floated into my ears.

Curious, I walked out of the classroom and sat under the tree next to me, watching the game consisting of only two or three people. I wanted to jump with them, but I was timid and did not do so even after a week. When I mustered up the courage to join their game, they accepted me without hesitation. In the game, Zhang Zhao and He Lang became my best friends, and it was also the first friendship I got. And this friendship gradually became clear in the interesting game...

Of course, friendship does not stop there. One serving. When I was in the fourth grade, the whole class changed seats, and a boy named Wang Kun moved next to me. At that time, I never thought that his name would enter my list of "good friends". Because of the seats, our relationship grew day by day, rising to the status of my close friend.

In this way, day after day, year after year, the four of us became inseparable close friends, and I also received the happiness from friends-especially that rainy day. Which rainy day is a rainy day that catches people off guard.

The rain keeps falling, changing at any time, sometimes heavy, sometimes light. Su Xin and I were helpless in the face of this sudden rain. It was getting dark and the rain was not stopping yet. Just when Wang Kun and I decided to rush home, an umbrella covered the top of my head. I looked back in surprise and saw that it was He Mingbin. He seemed to know what I was thinking, and before I could say anything, he asked: "You also go to the east, right? Then let's go together!" I smiled happily, and the warmth was like a fire, and the time took over. My cold heart. At some point, He Mingbin appeared between Wang Kun and me. He opened his umbrella and said, "Let's go together. I'll take He Mingbin to the vegetable market."

In this way, the four of us were chatting and laughing all the way. It broke the silence of the campus at the moment.

That moment remains deep in my heart, because at that moment, I understood what true friendship is - lending a helping hand when you are a friend, and helping when you need help. , friends will also cheer you up, but no matter what, don't abandon friends and friendship at the last moment.

Primary school life is about to say goodbye as time goes by. We only have a few months left with our friends. After graduation, maybe God will let our fate continue, but maybe not. I think that only by cherishing the present time, cherishing the current friendship, and leaving deep memories among friends can we make friendship a true friendship!

Friendship is the angel that makes me happy; friendship is happiness sweeter than cherries; friendship is an important part that makes the boat of life extremely exciting! Isn't friendship worth cherishing? Friendship

Some things begin and some things end, but friendship remains unchanged. This sentence reminds me of my best friend. It is friendship that makes us inseparable. We have experienced so many ups and downs and crossed so many ravines. He and I have experienced six years of primary school together. Six years is not a long time, but I always have endless memories. However, even after a year of separation, I still kept in touch with him. Looking back on the past, I feel that he was courageous and too righteous.

He is a person who loves kung fu and practices kung fu after class. I was influenced by him and started to learn this. I also knew that he practiced kung fu not just to keep fit, he said, he wanted to defend the motherland. Under the scorching sun, his face radiates brilliant light. He is like a sunflower. Why can he face the sun from morning to night? It is the result of his persistence and unremitting efforts! However, he is now successful, with top grades and a top student in sports. Thinking about it more carefully, when I talked with him, I didn’t know that it was a verbal exchange, but also a spiritual enjoyment. This is also his bravery and righteousness.

In other words, a friend who can stand up in times of crisis is a true friend. That's how he was. When I was bullied, he stood up and fought the bad guys for me. I helped him. With our cooperation, the bad guys didn't dare to come again. How proud and joyful I was at that time. . There was a student in the class who always had trouble with him and often quarreled with him. I helped him out of danger and relieved his dissatisfaction. I comforted and encouraged him many times. Seeing his victory, I felt the lingering fragrance in my hands. That student couldn't stand the trouble and ridiculed us. We had some small misunderstandings, but one thing made us know that friends need tolerance, understanding, and acceptance. We are always under the light of friendship.

I heard that his father bought a new house and he had to move. I think this is such a pity. Maybe he and I will never see each other again. He and I originally lived very close to each other. I often come to play with him, but now that I have moved, how can we meet each other? Now, the house has been decorated and ready for move-in. He called me - he doesn't want to move anymore, and his father agrees for him to live here. This is really great. I am really touched that he did not move because of me. I believe friendship can keep us together forever.

Once, on the way home, I rode my bicycle through his neighborhood. I saw him on the balcony. I stopped and shouted in plain name. He heard it and also He called my name excitedly. I was extremely excited: "Great, I finally see you." He said: "I dreamed yesterday that I would see you today, and sure enough, I did. God really helped us. . Yes! I thought on the way home, how brave and righteous you are, the friendship between you and me is infinitely beautiful, I have endless things to say between you, and I care about you all the time.

Friendship makes us inseparable. Sixth Grade Narrative Composition Chapter 9

On January 29, 1886, two Germans, Zhu Kalmutz and Gottlieb Daimler, obtained the patent for the world’s first car, marking a milestone for the world. The first car was born.

Since then, cars have changed people’s lives. Modern society cannot do without cars everywhere. It takes us to all parts of the world and exchanges and circulates foreign trade goods. With it, people’s lives are richer and more diverse. posture, faster and more convenient.

My family didn’t have a car at that time, so my mother would get up early every morning and ride a scooter to see me off. The wind was biting and frosty along the way, and I couldn’t help but sigh: ‘‘Ah, it’s so cold. ’’

My mother decided to buy a car for the convenience of the whole family’s travel. Everyone thought about all aspects and decided to buy a car.

After careful selection by my family, I finally selected a good car that they wanted. Everyone was very happy. Now the car has become a member of my family.

With cars, our lives have completely changed. It protects us from wind and rain, it is warm and comfortable, it is fast and convenient, and saves a lot of time.

Although cars have brought unlimited benefits to human beings, they have brought pollution to the earth, causing the earth to have a "low fever". Therefore, we must drive appropriately to reduce pollution to the earth so that we can breathe. Fresh air.

I love my car, it has changed our lives. I also love the earth. I hope everyone can protect the earth and let the earth's fever "reduce". Sixth Grade Narrative Composition Chapter 10

On May 2, I was fortunate enough to participate in the large-scale parent-child interactive activity organized by the Little Reporter Studio, "Following the 'Village Chief' to Suning, and the whole family had a great time on May Day". Not only did I meet the real-life "National Village Chief" Li Rui, but I also played a lot of interesting games. I was really excited!

At 2:30 that afternoon, the event started on time. The atmosphere was lively and packed with people upstairs and downstairs. The 50 participating groups of families, under the guidance of the studio teacher, participated in parent-child games such as "Finding Dad", "Excavator Fun Competition", "Toe Pressure Board - Little Foot Steps on Big Foot", watching the father and the father on the stage. Some of the children cooperated tacitly, while others appeared frequently. It was really fun and exciting.

"Li Rui is here!" I don't know who shouted, and the crowd suddenly became commotion. I saw my favorite "village chief" Uncle Li Rui wearing blue casual clothes and yellow casual pants. He walked towards the stage in high spirits while waving to us. Everyone took out their mobile phones and cameras and took pictures. The real-life version of the "village chief" uncle is different from what we usually see on TV. He seems to be more kind and approachable!

The most unforgettable thing for me is that my father and I and several others The family was lucky enough to be invited to the stage to interact with the "village chief" and played the game of "winking". The rules of the game are to put a cookie on the forehead. The participants put their hands on the ground, tilt their heads upward, and rely on squeezing. Move your nose, eyebrows and eyes so that the biscuit slides to your mouth, and then eat the biscuit. Whoever follows the rules and takes the shortest time wins. My father and I both got good rankings in the group competition, and the "village chief" uncle even praised my standard posture!

At the end of the game, each of our little reporters who participated in the event received a book by The book "Don't Treat the Village Chief as a Cadre" signed by the "Village Chief". When I learned that all the proceeds from his book signing will be donated to children in impoverished mountainous areas, the image of Uncle "Village Chief" in my mind Much taller.

The event ended without being finished, but I will always remember the high hopes that Uncle "Village Chief" placed on us, that is, we hope that all children can face everything in life with optimism.

Yes, in the future growth path, I will definitely face difficulties without shrinking or compromising, moving forward courageously, and being optimistic and positive!