The sixth grade footprint composition 1 grows like water and is the source of life; Growing like a flower is the beauty of life; Growing like fire is the passion of life; Growth is like a pine tree, which is the persistence of life ... growth is at that moment: life blooms and the heart lights shine.
In primary school, I learned to dance on weekends. At that time, I didn't think I was a good dancer, so I decided to study hard in the dance class and practice at home. Finally, I won the first prize in a dance competition. I grew up by studying hard and practicing hard!
In the fifth grade, I was honored to be selected as a participant in the computer competition. Not many of us took part in the competition, only a few top students in our class. We should not only be familiar with everything about computers, but also type quickly. The game is coming, and I can't type very fast. I practice in my spare time, and returning home is no exception. Don't give up until your fingers are numb and your stomach is growling. My mother said I was a computer nerd, and my father said I didn't care about studying, but I didn't listen at all. After the game, I won the first place in the whole central school. I'm surprised and happy. In never giving up, I grew up again!
I am in the sixth grade, and I am already a graduating class. In the next semester, I will almost take the junior high school exam. At that time, my tender shoulders were overwhelmed by homework. It happened that the math teacher chose several students who were good at math to participate in the Olympic Games, and the teacher also chose me. We used our spare time to answer the exercises carefully. After more than a month's hard work, I successfully passed the preliminary round. There is a final waiting for me. In class, I was training those interesting Olympic math problems. The final exam is finally over, and my heart can finally be put down. Study hard and get into a good junior high school. I have grown up in my unremitting efforts!
I have been growing, and I can't forget every stage of my growth. The road to success is rugged and full of thorns, but the joy of success is always waiting for me. I will continue to work hard and persevere to climb another peak of my life.
On the road of life, there are many things that can make people understand the truth, and it is precisely because of these little things that people slowly move towards success.
It was a hot afternoon. I made an appointment with Du to visit Wuyi Square, but due to special reasons, I arrived more than half an hour late. As I hurried on, I thought: it's so hot, Du should be impatient to wait! Even if you are not bored, you won't believe me in the future!
When I arrived at Wuyi Square, there was no one there because it was too hot. I suddenly feel cheated: you are Adu Yi Xuan, and I came to Wuyi Square all the way, but you are so insincere that you don't even look at it.
So I ran to Du's house and happened to meet his mother. Before I could ask, she said first, "Where's Du?" Isn't he waiting for you?
Only then did I know that I had wronged Du and returned to Wuyi Square. It was near evening and the square was sparsely populated. I recognized Du Yi Xuan sitting on a stone bench at a glance, holding a "bitter coffee" ice cream. When he saw me, there was some surprise in his confused eyes. He said hoarsely, "Your ice cream." Drinking thick and hot ice cream water, the bitterness of coffee welled up in my heart.
After this incident, I seem to have grown up and know better that I can't just take it out on others and blame them. Maybe you are wrong.
Sixth grade footprint composition 3 spring, quietly came to the world; Spring, with brisk steps and cool wind, is coming! You see, the white clouds in the sky have become the masterpiece of Miss Chun, just like the white flowers roaming in the sky. Yo, the grass also broke through the ground, sticking out its little head and looking at this beautiful and vibrant new world strangely. Flowers bloom, smiling faces bloom like a game, making the earth glow with life. Bees are shuttling among flowers, busy collecting nectar, as busy as a bee.
"Ah, junior high school, what a scene of flowers competing for spring, what a vibrant school!" I can't help but express my heartfelt admiration.
Some people like the green color of spring, others like the vitality of spring, but I only like the rain in spring.
In the morning, I rubbed my sleepy eyes and went to the window. I see the sky is gloomy. Oh, is this a prelude to rain? In a short time, a unique song-"patter, patter ..." was heard outside the window. The spring rain seems to be saying something, and it is like a group of naughty children stepping on the eaves and playing. Listen, I seem to be asleep, but I seem to be awake and thinking deeply. Is nature really so magical?
Looking at the bustling and noisy streets in the past, how quiet it is now, like an elf who has been sleeping for many years. Appreciate it carefully, immerse yourself in it, and have some fun. At this point, I have fallen into reverie, as beautiful as a dream. It's still raining, and the ground is wet as if it had been washed. Three or two children huddled together, and their feet stepped on the puddle on the ground, splashing. They smiled, how innocent and lively that smile was; That smile is so bright and lovely.
Some people like the green grass in spring, some people like the poetry in spring, and I only like the flowers in spring. Flowers can cultivate people's sentiments. I love flowers as much as Mr. Lao She. When I am lonely, I always like to run to the balcony and enjoy the potted flowers planted by myself. The flowers in spring are full of youthful vitality and the breath of young people, which is a symbol of youth. The flowers at this time must be the most beautiful in all seasons! A breeze blew, and a pleasant feeling immediately came to my mind. Do you know that it is the fragrance of flowers and the life of nature? For a moment, I felt as if I were in the world of flowers. They surrounded me, swaying in the wind, charming and full of flowers everywhere. I see: "Spring is still a' flower fairy'!"
Look, the messenger of spring rain and flowers.
Everyone has experienced growth, and there are childlike interest and happiness in the process of growth, and of course there are sadness and pain. Sometimes you will be so happy that you can't sleep in bed all night because of a happy thing, and sometimes you will hide in the corner and secretly cry because of a sad thing. It is in this bittersweet bottle that you gradually grow up, become sensible and understand the truth of life.
In the beautiful growth, the most unforgettable and sad thing for me is that quarrel, that beating and cursing.
That night, I fell asleep in bed. Suddenly, a sound of broken ceramics woke me up. Then came my father's voice: "since you are not satisfied with me and feel bitter for you, that's good!" " Let's go our separate ways and get divorced now! "I can't help wondering, no wonder mom and dad don't look very well this morning, and no one has talked to anyone. My brother accidentally dropped the spoon at breakfast, and my mother scolded him viciously. The poor brother sat on the ground and began to cry. Under normal circumstances, my father would come to comfort my brother, but today my father did the opposite, adding fuel to the fire and scolding my mother. When I saw this, I hurried to eat and go to school for fear of being beaten and scolded by my brother. Mom and dad's quarrel tonight won't have anything to do with this, will it? I slipped on my slippers and pushed open a crack in the door. I saw my father lift another cup and throw it at my mother's feet. " Bang! The glass is broken. Fortunately, my mother hid quickly, otherwise she was hurt. Mother was angry and pointed at her father and scolded, "You are crazy! "! Want a divorce, right? All right, let's go! Who's afraid of who! "I couldn't help shivering:" no, mom and dad, don't divorce! " You're divorced. What should I do with my brother? ! "I went to bed crying, covered myself with a quilt and cried.
It was late at night, and there were intermittent sobs in my ears. I know that's my mother. My mother was lying next to me and kept saying "Binbin, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ..." It was like drinking a whole bottle of vinegar. Sour, bitter and strange. Finally, I couldn't help it. I grabbed the pillow and cried with my mother in the same bed. Our tears soaked the pillow towel.
That night was the most painful and sad time when I was growing up. But the next day I smiled through tears-mom and dad loved us more for me and my brother and for themselves. My brother and I have become healing agents for their wounds. Ah, I hope it won't happen again.
In spring, thousands of bright green willows are spread out, flowers are smiling, grass sticks its head out of the ground to see if spring has come, wild flowers quietly show their heads, waiting for people to dig, and trees grow bright green leaves, ready to open big umbrellas for people.
On Saturday, the sun is shining and the spring is bright. Under the organization of teachers Song and Chen, the "new education fireflies", we carried out the activity of "digging wild vegetables". In the afternoon, my mother took my sister and me to dig wild vegetables on the levee. Along the way, we were excited and chattered. When we got there, the others had already arrived. The teacher of New Education Firefly took us to the place where wild vegetables were dug, where the scenery was beautiful and pleasant.
We got off the levee and ran around like a bunch of runaway wild horses. The teacher said, "Start digging wild vegetables." I picked up a small shovel and prepared to fight wild vegetables-digging wild vegetables. But we don't understand wild vegetables, so we invited a "wild vegetable expert" teacher to explain different wild vegetables. After her explanation, we got to know all kinds of wild vegetables, including Erigeron breviscapus, Rehmannia glutinosa seedlings and Artemisia argyi ... I was with Yang Xinkun, digging left and right with a shovel. We are tired, but happy.
Later, we were going to cook with wild vegetables, and immediately we were full of energy and helped the teacher collect firewood and cook the pot. Soon, with the joint efforts of teachers and mothers, delicious noodles were made. At this moment, we are scrambling around the teacher. At this time, the teacher roared with a lion: "Line up at once, and anyone who doesn't line up won't want to eat!" Hearing this, the students immediately lined up and the teachers filled their meals one by one. But there was not enough rice, and then the teachers made pots one after another.
We were full, and the teacher asked us to play a game. The rules of the game are: 1, 50 cents per person or 1 yuan. 2. The teacher sang "I picked up some money by the roadside" and the students asked "How much did I pick up"? The students must unite and collect enough money as the teacher said. 3, no one hugged together to collect money and was eliminated ... The game started, and each of us was particularly nervous, afraid of being eliminated first. Later, we found the trick. Ji Yiheng, Zhao Xinjie and others worked hard with me, never being eliminated, but some students were "carried" off the battlefield one by one.
The sun sets, which reminds me of Kuafu Day by Day. I think time flies, which reminds me of the song "Where has all the time gone?" . We quietly dispersed in the farewell of everyone. I really hope that the "New Education Firefly" team can hold more such activities. In these activities, we can meet many friends, learn a lot of knowledge and enjoy our time together!
Our growth is like walking on the beach, and every step is witnessed by deep and shallow footprints. Some footprints will be covered by wind and sand, while others are so clear that they have never been buried by wind and sand. These growth footprints, bitter or sweet, sad or happy, make me unforgettable.
I like to walk on the ridge of the field in midsummer, and I like the cool feeling of the contact between the soles of my feet and the soil. The soil sticks tightly to my feet, so it is very practical.
On this day, my grandparents were transplanting rice in the field, and I was skipping around, chasing butterflies, catching grasshoppers and digging roots ... so happy!
At this time, I suddenly felt that transplanting rice seedlings was very interesting-I had a seedling in my hand, and the other hand took out some trees from the seedling and inserted them into the soil, helping to insert them from time to time. I also picked up a handful of seedlings from the ridge, which is really heavy. I can only draw a little from it. Although I have only a little in my hand, it is still difficult to hold it.
I strode across the field with seedlings in my hand. When I saw where I was free, I pressed one in the soil there. Soon all the seedlings in my hand were planted, and I proudly showed them off to my grandparents. "Grandpa" I stood in the ground and shouted at my grandfather who was bending over to work. Grandpa put down the seedlings in his hand and straightened up. He looked back at me and said, "What are you standing there for? Get up quickly. " His words are full of deep concern. "Look at the seedlings I planted!" Grandpa looked around and found that many seedlings had been trampled down, and some had floated on the water. He smiled and said to me, "You planted seedlings, but at the same time you stepped down and carried a few trees, but you didn't plant them stably and they all floated." I scratched my head and bowed my head in shame. The sun seems to be getting hotter and laughing at my uselessness.
At this time, grandpa's gentle words floated into my ears again. As he walked, he said to me, "It doesn't matter. If you are crooked, you can still stand upright. If you don't take root, you will die."
Yes! Grandpa said this sentence is deeply imprinted in my mind and will never be erased. This is my grandfather's footprint of loving me, from which I realized that if it is crooked, it can stand upright and bear fruit, and if it doesn't take root, it will wither and die.
On the long road of life, we always leave footprints, big or small, long or short, deep or shallow, witnessing the ups and downs we have experienced and engraved our joys and sorrows.
"Today we test the standing long jump ..." "Ah-"There was a lot of complaints under the field. Teacher, this raid, everyone is in chaos! If you don't practice, your grades will definitely be bad. What's more, I am still a "antelope that can't jump far"! Helpless, I had to join the practice team with a black line on my face.
"One ... two ... three ... jump!" The students next to me shouted slogans, and I gathered all my strength and jumped forward with a jerk. Unfortunately, the center of gravity of the landing was unstable, so I sat on the ground and ignored the distance I had seen before. I patted the sand on my body and went back to the bunker. "Are you ready ... jump!" The same result again. Jump and fall; Jump again, fall again. Seeing my stupidity of "a rotten wood cannot be carved", my classmates couldn't bear it and left. I'm depressed. My heart seems to have been hit by an arrow. With a bang, I fell to the ground and couldn't get up again. Ah ... Sure enough, I can't jump far ... What should I do? I'm destined to jump not far ... no! I won't! I can jump far, I have to, I have to impress them! I tossed my head, stood up, and stood firmly beside the bunker. I found a stone in front and jumped forward with all my strength. I have to jump! I have to jump! If you don't jump, take off again; If you skip it, kick the stone away. Time and time again, leaping and falling; Fall down and get up again. The stone moved bit by bit, and there were more and more footprints in the bunker. I've been practicing, but suddenly I heard the teacher calling my name-it's my turn.
Standing on the mat, I squinted at the bunker I had just practiced and looked at the dense footprints, and my firmness won a point. Wave, jump, land, jump forward ... "1.9 meters!" I suddenly looked up when the teacher read the number. Really? Really! I jumped ... 1.9 meters! I'm so happy that I can fly! I am proud to look at the envious eyes of my classmates.
Someone came after me and asked me how to jump. I didn't say anything, just smiled and looked at a string of footprints in the bunker-yes, it was this string of footprints that made me "1.9 meters". As the saying goes, "many good things grind." With these footprints and perseverance and determination, are you still afraid of success without knocking at the door?