Spring in Hometown Composition for Grade 6

In daily study, work and life, everyone must come into contact with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words through human thought consideration and language organization. So how is a general composition written? Below are the spring sixth-grade compositions from my hometown that I collected for everyone. You are welcome to learn from and refer to them. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. Spring in Hometown Sixth Grade Composition 1

During the Qingming Festival holiday, my father and mother and I went to the Sun Plaza to fly a kite.

On the road, I found that the willow trees had green willow silk growing out, which reminded me of a poem: Jasper made up a tree as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. ah! Spring has arrived.

In Sun Square, the grass has turned green, like a green carpet. Several uncles and aunts are watering the grass, hoping that the grass will grow quickly and well. On the beach, many children are flying kites. The blue sky is like a painting. The kites have become the most beautiful pattern in the painting. We are like swimming in the middle of the painting.

There are many musical fountains in the Sun Plaza. The water columns rise and fall with the melody of the music. The high water columns are like white morning glory in full bloom. It is so beautiful! People were playing under the fountain. We took the kite under the fountain. The kite liked the fountain so much that it plunged into the fountain.

We are leaving, and the blue sky and grass are not willing to let us go.

We passed by Galaxy Park on the way, and I wanted to go in and take a look.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a lot of people looking at the fish. There were red, white, and yellow fish swimming around at the bottom of the water. The fish all over the river were swimming to one place. It turned out that there were people there. Feeding the fish, I thought, fish are so amazing, how do they know there is something delicious?

Continuing to walk forward, the winter jasmine flowers bloomed with bright yellow smiles, and the reeds in the river grew green buds, green, like green bridges. The peach and cherry trees beside the road are about to bloom, and the flower bones are so full that they are about to burst.

On the hillside, the tall magnolia trees were in bloom. The white flowers all over the tree were extremely beautiful and had a faint fragrance. Magnolia and I even took a photo together.

I came out of the park reluctantly. The spring in my hometown is so beautiful! Spring in my hometown, sixth grade composition 2

I love the summer in my hometown with thick shades, I love the pink and white silver winter in my hometown, I love the colorful golden autumn in my hometown, I love my hometown even more That spring when all the flowers bloom.

The hometown of spring is a bright pearl embedded in the land of Jingu.

The cold winter has retreated, the ice and snow have melted, and the intoxicating spring breeze has drifted across the vast land. ah! The peach blossoms are blooming. The clusters seem to tell people: Spring is coming!

A spring breeze blew by, and a vibrant green grew on the earth. The grass nodded to the spring breeze, and then danced. The willow tree pulled out new branches and grew young leaves. They hugged each other one by one, like inseparable partners, covered with the warm spring light and facing the long spring rain. , but the beautiful dancing figure danced out. ah! What a beautiful view! This is what a gorgeous picture Miss Chun painted for the earth!

In the spring breeze, groups of happy people came, including white-haired old people, jumping children, and naturally those energetic young people. Look, in the park, on the lawn, in the square, by the lake... some portable cameras are taking pictures "click, click", and people turn on the tape recorder and let the singing accompany the spring breeze. The charming and colorful weeping willows flutter their long green hair, gently brushing over people's shoulders, showing off the care of spring for them. The clusters of peach blossoms are like a pink cloud, ah! They are Xia on the ground! Look, they are smiling at the morning glow in the sky!

Yes, the spring in my hometown is charming! But do you know who decorated this charming scene? ——They are hard-working and intelligent Jinghai people.

It was they who sowed the seeds of hope in the spring breeze and watered the fruits of the golden autumn with their hard work; it was they who, with the spirit of seizing the day and seizing the day, transformed the rows of low bungalows into a new one with their hard-working hands. Buildings and buildings; they ushered in the new changes of Jinghai with "three years of improvement and five years of great changes" with a spring breeze on their faces.

Yes, it is precisely because of the hard work and continuous creation of Jinghai people that the spring here is so poetic and picturesque. Whenever I face this beautiful season, my heart is always full of excitement and reverie.

Spring, spring in my hometown, I love you! Spring in Hometown, Grade 6 Composition 3

The warm breeze blows, the fragrance of flowers, this charming spring brings you full of joy to feel the beauty of your hometown!

When they walked into the poplar forest in their hometown, Miss Chun gave them infinite vitality. Look! The poplar tree grew green buds, shining like diamonds under the sunlight. If you are tired, lying on the soft soil will feel like you are being blown by the cool air conditioner. look! Wild chrysanthemums sprouted from the ground, swaying in the spring breeze, lush and vigorous. Their thin stems, oval leaves, round flowers, about the size of a coin, are beautiful flowers that bloom in the beautiful season, spring.

There is a creek not far from the poplar tree. Listen to it, the creek is singing! Look, there are so many pebbles at the bottom of the stream. How beautiful those pebbles are. Some are agate red, some are pine green, some have white stripes, some have red spots, and some are as bright as sapphires! The stream is so clear. The stream reflects the shadow of the blue sky and the shadow of the clouds in the blue sky. There are a group of colorful fish swimming around in the stream, spitting out a few small bubbles from time to time.

Look! Someone was planting willows next to the stream. I stepped forward to help. When picking willows, I folded them on the tree, and an old lady picked them up on the ground. Then I played the clear willow flute with a few children, so spring Then he opened his sleepy eyes from the sound of the willow flute.

Look! Did the chirping birds and the murmuring spring swallows fly before my eyes? They seemed to be saying: "Spring is finally here." I also wanted to become a little bird and tell the flowers the good news, so that the flowers would be happy. Come on and smile.

The green leaves give the flowers the beauty of tomorrow, the spring gives the joyful harvest of autumn, and the childhood gives me colorful memories. My hometown is lovely! There are springs with beautiful wind and sunshine, summers with red sun and scorching sun, autumns with bleak golden winds, and winters with cold winds. But the most beautiful thing is the spring in my hometown. The spring in my hometown is so beautiful and full of poetry and painting. People's imagination wanders.

I love the spring in your hometown! Spring in Hometown Sixth Grade Composition 4

Spring in hometown is the most beautiful season of the year. Spring is the season when flowers bloom and the seeds of life are sown.

In the morning, when you open your eyes, what you see is not the fiery red sun but a thick fog, like a huge white gauze covering the sky. The trees on the mountainside are like an ink painting, shrouded in thick fog, appearing in front of you. As soon as the sun comes out, the thick fog slowly dissipates. If you look outside, you can see the grass in front of the door. You have been covered with a green coat, and you stick your head out to say hello to the world.

There is a creek in front of my house. The water in the creek is crystal clear. It is like a bright mirror under the sun. When the breeze blows, the water surface ripples, like a dying man. wrinkles on the old man's face. There are pebbles of various sizes under the water, and sometimes you can see small fish lining up and swimming forward. There are green grasses by the river. If you stand on the mountain and look at it, it will look like a clear, sweet, harmonious and beautiful landscape painting, which is pleasing to the eye and lingering on.

Every spring, the branches are always covered with rapeseed flowers and plum blossoms in my hometown. The rapeseed flowers are golden and the plum blossoms are white. From a distance, the rapeseed flowers look like a golden decoration. The products decorate the entire mountain village, and rapeseed flowers and plum blossoms all over the mountains and plains blend into one.

My hometown is a world of mountains. Standing on the top of Bauhinia Mountain and looking around, there are more undulating mountains than there are stars in the sky.

There is still a distance between the stars, but the mountains in my hometown are one after another, and there seems to be no gap. There is a saying that “get straight to the point”, and in my hometown, you can see the mountains just through the window.

I love my hometown! The mountains in my hometown left me a piece of greenery, the water in my hometown brought me the joy of childhood, and the flowers in my hometown brought me a colorful world. Spring in Hometown, Grade 6 Composition 5

When it comes to spring, people will think of: grass sprouting from the bare ground, willow trees with long hair swaying in the wind, all kinds of The flowers are blooming, and the birds are singing on the branches. Everything is reviving everywhere, and birds are singing and dancing. But my hometown, Wuzhai, is a different story.

Looking at the calendar, the "beginning of spring" has long passed. I came to the window and saw the pedestrians on the road still wrapped up like big meat buns, with their heads shrunk and cursing from time to time: "This damn weather is so cold!" The trees in front of the window were bare. My head is still very desolate. Looking up, the snow on the mountains in the distance has not yet melted, and is completely white. Where is spring?

I came to the yard, ready to look for spring. As soon as I opened the door, I felt the north wind gently brushing my face like a knife. I quickly wrapped my scarf and put on my gloves. When I came to the community garden, the trees and grass were still the same, without any change. I said to my mother, "Let's go for an outing in the park!" "Okay!" My mother readily agreed. When I arrived at the park, I found many friends flying kites, and I immediately joined them. Because the wind is very strong, even I, who cannot fly a kite, can compete with them. We were running and shouting, competing to see whose kite could fly higher. There were colorful kites floating in the sky, so beautiful! Suddenly, I found one or two impatient grasses poking their little heads out of the grass. Oh, spring is hidden here!

Although the spring in my hometown is very cold, it has a unique flavor. I like spring in my hometown. Spring in Hometown, Grade 6 Composition 6

My hometown is Dangshan, the famous pear capital both at home and abroad. In this land of outstanding people, treasures and a long history, the mother river of the Chinese nation once came from Flow here. Qu Zhi reckons that it has a history of more than 2,000 years since Liu Bang's Snake-Slaying Rebellion. Nowadays, with the rolling tide of reform and opening up, this place is a prosperous scene.

If you have not tasted crisp pears and admired the sea of ??pear flowers, you cannot be considered to have visited Dangshan Mountain. When the spring girl came to the world quietly and quietly with light steps, the pear blossoms were in full bloom. Tourists from all over the world come here to watch this spectacular scene. It is no exaggeration to describe the grand occasion of the annual Pear Blossom Festival as "when the flowers bloom, they spread all over the world".

The blooming pear blossoms are clean and elegant, carved from jade and ice, yet appear so pliable and elastic. If pear blossoms represent the pure souls of Dangshan people, then the dark and cracked tree trunks symbolize the rough, heroic and hard-working nature of the working people. Standing in mid-air and looking far away, ho! The vast and boundless pear blossoms are so majestic that it is easy to think of the word "sea". I can't help but wonder: Is this the first falling snow, or are the white clouds lingering here? Otherwise, it would be so white, crystal clear and graceful. In addition, the green leaves are dotted randomly among the flowers, which is full of poetic and picturesque scenery. Suddenly a spring breeze came, and all the trees surged, as if "a pool of spring water was wrinkled and rippled..." In the distance, a big pear tree that was much taller than the surrounding ones emerged, like a tree on the sea. The huge waves are like a snow-capped mountain... In short, it is fascinating and imaginative...

Hometown, hometown, you gave birth to me, you are the pride of my heart! Your tomorrow is better. Spring in Hometown, Grade 6 Composition 7

Alan asked me: Do you miss home? I miss home, especially in the spring. The climate in Beijing seems to have only two seasons - summer and winter. When people have not fully appreciated the beauty of spring and the splendor of autumn, spring and autumn have passed away quietly, always leaving people with a trace of regret, which makes me even more disappointed. I miss the spring in my hometown.

The spring in my hometown is beautiful. When spring comes quietly, the willow trees by the river grow green branches, like a girl's soft waist, swaying in the gentle spring breeze. If you go for an outing in the countryside, the mountains and fields are all green. In the paddy fields in the lower areas, the water is as smooth as a mirror, and farmers are busy planting rice. In the slopes in the upper areas, green wheat seedlings, yellow rapeseed flowers, and bright red peach blossoms are intertwined. , bright yellow, dark green and pink, like a brocade; among the rapeseed flowers, groups of butterflies are flying around; on the high mountains in the distance, clusters of azaleas bloom like patches of red clouds. The warm spring breeze blows, and the warm and moist air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and grass.

Since spring is so beautiful, why not bring spring home? So in the streets and alleys, you can see old ladies and little girls carrying flower baskets everywhere, selling orchids and gardenias. It was a wild orchid, green with a hint of purple. It was very inconspicuous, but it had a very elegant fragrance. Spend one or two yuan to buy a few white gardenias and a bouquet of orchids, put them in a vase at home, and the room will immediately be filled with fragrance, making you feel refreshed.

I like the spring in my hometown, and I like the spring rain in my hometown even more. The light rain in March is like silk and mist, hazy and gentle. If you hold a beautiful umbrella, go for a walk by rivers and lakes in the rain, and listen to the sound of raindrops falling on the water and in the soil, it is really a wonderful experience. Rare comfort and leisure.

I haven’t spent spring at home for many years. Is the spring in my hometown still beautiful? Close your eyes and take a deep breath, as if you can smell the familiar fragrance of orchids and gardenias again. The spring in my hometown, sixth grade composition 8

I love the sunny spring in my hometown. Although the spring in my hometown is not beautiful and rich, it is full of simplicity.

The gentle spring breeze of spring comes back quietly. It woke up the sleeping land, and the grass secretly got out of its little head, stretching its green leaves, looking at everything beautiful on the earth with novelty, and then looking up at the blue sky. The neat rows of swallows are now arranged in a "human" shape. They are shouting and singing, adding infinite vitality to the earth.

The spring breeze also came to the small river. When it blew slightly, there were circles of ripples on the water. The naughty spring breeze came to the grove again, and it passed through the branches of the elm trees. Look, what are the strings of green flat flakes on the trees? Oh, the spring breeze told me: "That is sweet and delicious elm money." The spring breeze passed by the poplar tree again, and the strings of red "caterpillars" on the tree were swaying in the wind! It came to the peach tree again, and the peach tree was already full of pink flowers. The golden bees are buzzing there to collect pollen and make honey! They fly around on the branches. The hard-working bees are just like the hard-working people. Look, in the green farmland, the hard-working people are doing farm work there! Facing this earth where everything is renewed, one has to feel refreshed.

As the saying goes, "Spring rain is as precious as oil." No, it started to rain continuously in the evening, and the cool evening wind blew, making people feel a bit chilly. This is such a timely spring rain, irrigating the growing wheat seedlings, allowing them to get water, drink sweet milk, and also make the farmers uncles smile.

The morning after the rain is refreshing and so beautiful. There are a few white clouds floating in the sky, the birds are playing beautiful songs, the ground is wet, the petals and grass are shining, and the dewdrops are like shining diamonds.

Beautiful hometown, simple spring, I love spring, and I love the spring in my hometown even more! Spring in Hometown, Grade 6 Composition 9

Beautiful spring has arrived, and all kinds of gorgeous flowers are blooming, all so gorgeous and dazzling. The oilseed crops planted by the farmer uncle in the field - rapeseed flowers are also blooming. The golden rapeseed flowers have become a paradise for butterflies. Beautiful butterflies dance softly and gracefully on the golden stage.

I remember it was like this in the spring in my hometown. The bungalows on both sides of the road looked very simple. In the bird's nests built under the eaves, several birds seemed to be talking about this beautiful morning.

But a yellow mud road in front of my house disrupted the beauty of the countryside in spring. In the morning, the faint golden light of the sun shines on the road. A motorcycle speeds past, but it stirs up dust in the sky, destroying the harmonious and peaceful atmosphere of the morning. If it rains continuously, the road will be bumpy and full of small fish ponds. If one accidentally steps on it, mud will be splashed all over him.

Time is like running water, passing by without stopping, and now it is the time when the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

The dusty road in front of the door has turned into a flat and clean cement road. Under the sunlight, it reflects a faint golden light. The reflections on the road are no longer low bungalows, but tall buildings. Under the sunlight, the building seemed to be inlaid with a layer of gold. In the early morning, people were doing morning exercises on the wide road in the environment of singing birds and fragrant flowers. They were walking vigorously, with happy smiles on their faces, talking about the care of the party and the country for the people...

Still It is a morning in spring when the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. It is still an ordinary village, but the historical picture of our village adds a lot of charm.

The trees on the hillside were also quietly pulling out new branches and growing new shoots like grass. The branches of the willow tree hang downward, like threads hanging from the tree. The small tender yellow leaves are like petals tied on the line, which is the beautiful spring. Spring in Hometown, Grade 6 Composition 10

Just after the cold winter, Miss Spring came gently with a smile. She blew gently here and there, and in just a few days, pink jasmine flowers bloomed all over the fields and riversides. Against the background of green bean sprouts, it looks like a huge flower handkerchief spread at the foot of the mountain. Look again, there are camellias and colorful azaleas on the mountain. Listen, those are bees flapping their wings to welcome the coming of spring, this group, that group...

Spring is coming!

Hey! A few more touches of rich green were added to the edge of the qing. When I walked in, I saw that it was Miss Chun who was dressing up the willow tree. You see, she only touched it gently, and the willow branches danced with their seductive hair, so intoxicated and fascinated in the breeze. On the slopes of Lianqing, the famous and unknown wild flowers and weeds were all so fascinating to see. Oh, I seem to have forgotten that they are also the protagonists of this spring.

On the locust tree next to the ancient temple, several squirrels were chasing and playing up and down. From time to time they hid on the branches of the tree, calling out as if they were alert and joyful. After a while, a few more squirrels appeared. The squirrel joins their game. The change of tree holes, branches, and forks does not change their joy. I watched quietly, as if I was one of the squirrels, admiring the colorful mountain villages on the gloomy spring branches, conveying the happy news of nature.

Next to the bird's nest under the eaves last year, I don't know when there were a few more swallows. They were chattering and discussing something before dawn. A few flew out for a while, and a few flew back after a while, always chirping. How I wish I was also a swallow, knowing their thoughts, understanding their voices, and sharing happiness with them.

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Spring is here, at the foot of the mountain, beside the garden, on the old locust tree, under the eaves, and even more in the heart of an innocent little girl who loves spring. I love the spring in my hometown! Spring in Hometown Sixth Grade Composition 11

The spring breeze puts on new clothes in the hometown and makes the earth glow with vitality. The willow branches sprouted bright yellow buds, which gradually grew up under Aunt Chun's constant shaking. He kept waving his slender hands, telling Xiaoyu that spring is here, come out and have a look. The spring breeze greets the delicate swallows and birds, come on, let us work together to weave the beauty of spring and compose the hymn of spring together. He quickly woke up Xiaocao, and Xiaocao also showed his grace and danced gracefully with Sister Baihua. The frog blew the loudest trumpet without showing any signs of weakness, and the lark blew the horn for spring. In the bamboo forest, the spring bamboo shoots are also hurriedly digging out of the soil to join this event of blooming flowers. In order to make spring more beautiful, they are using their own strength to grow rapidly. The various trees on the mountain, seeing this beautiful scene, couldn't help but put on new clothes quickly, showing their vitality to the spring scenery.

On the grassy roads in the countryside, on the banks of the winding rivers shaded by weeping willows, young men taking off their heavy winter clothes were running around lively. As long as I don't go to school, I will go to the fields to see how the farmers cultivate and sow seeds, and also watch the bees walking through the flowers. They are like butterflies in the cauliflower bushes, moving here and there, rarely stopping. .

When the spring rain continues, my hometown is like a fairyland in a fairy tale. The drizzle is like silk. Although it is chilly, it makes people enjoy the tenderness and sweetness and do not want to leave. The clouds and mist are like gauze, wandering between the foot of the mountain and the top of the mountain. The newly built beautiful villages appear and disappear in the cloud and mist, which is better than Penglai Wonderland.

Looking at the hillside, the tea-picking girls are busy picking green spring tea while singing beautiful folk songs. This scene adds a more beautiful scenery to my hometown. The singing sounds ring in the hills, and the fragrance of tea floats in all directions. The beautiful scenery of my hometown has spread throughout the country along with the fragrant tea leaves, and the virtues of the simple and hard-working people in my hometown have spread all over the country along with the tea leaves.

I love you, hometown. I love the spring scenery of my hometown, and I love the working people in my hometown. I love my hometown even more because of the earth-shaking changes. Spring in Hometown, Grade 6 Composition 12

Spring is the season when all things grow. Spring is a season praised by many writers. Spring, too, is my favorite season. The spring in my hometown is always the most beautiful in my heart.

Spring is here. As soon as you open the door, look, the ice and snow have melted! The sun shines on the ground, a soft golden light shines on the wet ground, and the breeze blows, bringing some fresh breath. I quickly raised my head and breathed in the breath of spring. The children came out again. They sat on the grass and played games. I shouted loudly and ran over, chasing and playing with them. Hey! What are the colorful things among the green bushes? Taking a closer look, it turned out to be several budding flowers, exuding a faint fragrance. The kites in the sky are very realistic, with "little fish" "swimming" in the sky, "little rabbits" "hopping" in the sky, "ponies" "running" in the sky, "little turtles" "crawling" in the sky, and "butterflies" in the sky "dance". The little bird flew back from the south. It was attracted by the "animals" in the sky and flew over to join in the fun. Ouch! Why did that "little fish" fall down and still hang on the tree! We ran over and looked anxiously at the kite on the big tree. Miss Chun seems to be very considerate. A gust of spring breeze makes the leaves flutter and rustle. The kite fell! We were so happy that we flew the kite again.

Standing on the bridge, holding on to the railing and looking down, I saw a few small boats swimming swaying on the river. The water in the river is exceptionally clear, and the fish swim freely.

My grandparents were working in the fields, and I ran over to help them. They were so happy, they touched my head and said with a smile: "Okay! What a beautiful spring, it's the planting season again. My child, you You have to study hard, you know?" I smiled and nodded... It rained heavily, and the ground quickly became wet. My mother held me carefully and told me not to step on the water, but I walked wherever there was more water. The water splashed and crackled...

"What flowers bloom in spring? In the spring, What kind of rain? What kind of wind is blowing in spring? ..." The children sang nursery rhymes, making the spring in their hometown even more lovely! I love the spring in my hometown.