My sixth grade family composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone will be exposed to writing more or less. With the help of writing, you can vent your emotions and adjust your mood. So how to write a general composition? The following is my collection of sixth grade 10 family compositions, hoping to help you.

My sixth grade family composition 1 There are four people in my family, father, mother, sister and me. Our family plays in different seasons.

"Spring"-Mom

A beautiful mother like jade will bring us warmth and comfort like spring. I remember once, I accidentally fell down and there was a lot of blood on my leg. My mother immediately found medicine at home to treat my wound. Looking at my mother's concerned eyes, I feel like a spring breeze.

"Summer"-Dad

Dad is very strict, like a suffocating summer. I remember that I only got more than 80 points in a math exam. When I got home, I gave this paper to my mother for examination and asked her to teach me what I didn't understand. But neither will mom. I'll ask dad again. Dad looked at my test paper and shouted, "I only got a few points in the exam. You have to take it when you grow up!" " "Every time at this time, I dare not move casually, or even breathe heavily. Just like the scorching sun, I am out of breath.

Autumn-Sister

My sister likes autumn because she throws food on the ground every day, just like fallen leaves in autumn. Whether it's exercise books or pencils, she doesn't know how to cherish them. She just throws them away and never picks them up.

"Winter"-me

I am winter, and cold is my companion. I am a scapegoat and a punching bag. It is obvious that my sister broke the cup. My mother quickly criticized me: "How can you let my sister break the cup?" Now that you have grown up, you still don't understand! "When my mother left, I was very wronged and depressed. I just want to hide in the quilt and cry. I thought to myself, "Why do I always get hurt? " .

This is my home of four seasons. Although everyone is not perfect, home is always full of love. I love my family!

My home is in Class Two, Grade Six. Everyone has a home. Maybe it is a happy hut; Perhaps it is a fortress bearing happiness and sadness; Maybe this is a poor but warm hut ... and I am very happy and have a warm and colorful home.

In my colorful home, there is a tyrannosaurus rex-Dad. Dad is always used to solving problems by force. If we don't listen, he will come at once, which will make you have to obey. But dad's concern for us is undeniable, but the expression is different.

In my colorful home, there is an "angel" who asks for nothing in return-mother. Mother always touches us with her loving heart. When something goes wrong in my study or life, she will comfort me with her love, just like a magician helps me hide my wound and a doctor helps me heal.

In my colorful home, there is an omnipotent "robot"-my brother. My brother is a net worm. He is very proficient in computer operation, and also teaches us to play games and surf the Internet. He is also a loving duke who often takes us to eat, drink and have fun!

In my colorful home, there is a naughty "monkey"-my brother. My brother and I are twins, both primary school students. We eat together, go to school and play together every day. My brother often pushes and shoves me, sometimes hits me a few times, and then runs away. He lied to me from time to time when playing games, which made me lose very disgracefully!

Everyone plays a very important role in my colorful family. Without any of them, this family is incomplete. I love my colorful home!

My sixth and third grade family composition My hometown Tongnan County has a beautiful scenery, flowers and birds, lush vegetation-Sifang Garden.

In our small rural county, there are such villas, which are rare for everyone. On Sunday, my father and I went to see the "Square Garden" with curiosity. We walked through the tall buildings and entered the beautiful square garden.

The first thing that caught my eye was a large green lawn where children were playing. A breeze blew and the grass fluctuated like waves.

Square garden is like a fairyland, with a beautiful tree-lined path in front; Behind it is a tall rockery. There is a light rain pavilion on the rockery to enjoy the cool, and there are poets carved in the pavilion, which seems to be chanting poems praising nature and enjoying the beautiful scenery; There is also a porter carving halfway up the mountain, which seems very tired carrying heavy goods; On the left is a beautiful lotus pond, and the lotus in the lotus pond is like wearing a beautiful white dress; On the right is a flower bed. There are roses, a bunch of red flowers, peonies, camellias, cloves and roses in the flower bed ... so you can't count them and see them enough. I want to pick one, but I know these flowers are for everyone to see. I couldn't do this, so I drew my hand back at once.

Opposite the tree-lined path, there is a small arch bridge that looks like a half moon. There are little goldfish in the pool under the arch bridge, playing freely, so cute, I can't help but take out food to feed them. The little goldfish immediately gathered to earn strength, just like a chrysanthemum, which was fun to open and close ... There were some statues of people's heroes on the railing of the arch bridge.

Dressed like a fairy holding a willow tree, I suddenly remembered a poem by He, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty: Jasper dressed as a tree, with thousands of strands of green silk hanging down. I don't know who cut the leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Ah! The scenery here is so beautiful. Finally, my friends and I reluctantly left singing.

It was a particularly cold winter, with heavy snow and white everywhere. In the afternoon, when I was bored doing winter vacation homework, a clear but faint Yo and Sheng Sheng echoed in the corridor: "Recycling newspapers-recycling old household appliances-recycling-".

Hearing this, I looked at the old newspapers and broken cartons in the corner, leaned my head out of the window and shouted, "Hello, master, I have it!" " "Soon, a sallow and emaciated little boy came into view. He is about my age and is in the prime of school. He must have helped his parents share the work during the winter vacation. Because of the cold weather, the little boy kept his hand over his mouth to keep warm, but his feet trotted all the way to my house without slowing down. He patiently separated the broken cartons from the old newspapers with delicate hands, weighed the quality and mumbled the accounts with me. Then he took out the crumpled dirty money from his pocket. Looking at him at the same age, out of sympathy, I took some extra-curricular books from the bookshelf and gave them to him: "Take these books and have a look. I'll give them to you. "

Half a day passed quickly, and it was near dusk, and snowflakes were still flying all over the sky. Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock "What are you doing?" I'm a little unpopular with this unexpected guest, I said impatiently. The little boy took out seven or eight brand-new RMB from his chest pocket and said to me, "Thank you for the book you sent me. The money is in the book. I was afraid that you would lose money and be anxious, so I sent it to you from the suburbs. " I quickly thought in my mind: this money must be my lucky money, sandwiched in the book. I met him by chance, and no one knew who he was. He can't send it back at all. I took the money he handed me and said, "Really, thank you for bringing it back. Actually, there's no need to send it back. I don't know! " "The little boy smiled and said," My mother often teaches me the family motto: honesty is the foundation, and people are built by faith. ".I can't take your money for nothing. Thank you for your book. My mother is still waiting for me to go back for dinner. Goodbye! "Say that finish, the little boy turned away.

I stood by the window, watching the little boy holding an umbrella, facing the snow, slowly disappearing into the street. Suddenly, a picture came to my mind: at the other end of the city, in a dilapidated rental house, the little boy found a brand-new bill while reading extracurricular books in dim light, said goodbye to his mother after a little thinking, and walked to my side in the heavy snow ... I sincerely praised the little boy! What makes him face money without greed? What made him pay back the money without knowing it? I admire that mother very much, and with her simple, kind, honest and upright family style, she has cultivated such a virtuous teenager. Looking at the snow outside the window, I felt a warm current in my heart.

My hometown is in Hainan, the southernmost tip of China, where the sea breeze blows gently and the four seasons are beautiful.

In spring, Sister Chun carries buckets and brushes and paints the leaves with bright green. Paint the flowers with colorful colors; Gave the grass tender; Gave snow white to litchi orchard; Gave bougainvillea delicate and charming; Give fragrance to the earth ... the whole world is occupied by bees and butterflies, who jump, sing and sometimes indulge passionately; Sometimes it wriggles gracefully ... a vibrant scene is refreshing.

In summer, Brother Xia will gently draw on the green leaves with crayons in his hand, and all kinds of flowers will come out. In early summer, wild flowers in the fields and on the roadside are in full bloom, colorful, and at first glance, they look like colorful spots embroidered on a big green carpet. Most notably, pomegranate leaves at home are gradually blooming. At first, they were just a little. A few days later, the trees were full of bright red, just like small lanterns hanging on the trees. If there is wind at the moment, it will dance eagerly. As long as someone passes by, it will sincerely invite you to dance with it!

Brother Xia came to report the good news in one breath. She waved a brush and brushed out golden rice fields; Brush off the corn fields in Huang Chengcheng; Brush out a big round pumpkin; Brush out a red cowshed leaf. The cool autumn wind blows across Shan Ye, across the lawn, through the rubber forest, and takes away a few fallen leaves for the prosperity of next year. If you come here, you will definitely linger.

Naughty brother Dong, with a basket in his hand, walked through the Woods, across the lawn, over the flowers, stopped on the water and played a melody. Fish are playing happily in the water, completely unaware that winter has come. Of course, not only the fish don't know, but also many big tree brothers don't know. Look! They are thicker than anyone's green robe!

I love my hometown, its beautiful spring-like seasons, its warm wind, its crisp and pleasant voice and its choppy roar. ...

My hometown is Anshan, which is a beautiful place with beautiful scenery and rich products.

Anshan is a tourist attraction, that is, Qian Shan, which is known as the "Oriental Pearl", and Jade Buddha Mountain, the largest jade Buddha in China. Qian Shan, also known as Cuishan, is a national key scenic spot with rolling mountains and towering mountains. Climbing to the sky in one step, climbing to the sky, xianrentai and other landscapes will make you feel the pleasure of climbing! Jade Buddha Mountain has pleasant scenery. Jade Buddha Pavilion is surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side. Magnificent, resplendent, breathtaking, lingering.

Anshan is also known as the "steel capital", and its steel is world-famous. There are many blast furnaces, and steel flowers splash. All kinds of steel produced in Anshan are shipped to all parts of the country and even the world. Anshan's steel is widely used to build bridges, tall buildings, cars and ships ... Anshan's steel can be seen everywhere.

Anshan has a pleasant climate with four distinct seasons. In spring, the mountains are full of wild chrysanthemums, and the petals are all dewdrops. In summer, some people walk in the park, others have a picnic in the Woods. Maple leaves turn red in autumn and dance like red butterflies. In winter, after the heavy snow, the bare branches are covered with snowflakes, like pear flowers. The four seasons in Anshan are beautiful!

In the harvest season, pears are everywhere in Anshan, and Nanguo pears are our specialty in Anshan, covered with branches. It's yellow and round, and I want to take a big bite at first sight. Ah! Nanguo pear really deserves its reputation. Its skin is thin, crisp and juicy. A thick pear fragrance moistens my heart and lungs. ...

Welcome to Anshan, you will love this city!

If my family is a flower, then my father is a stem, my mother is a petal, and I am the most beautiful stamen.

Let's talk about flower stems first-dad, dad is a famous businessman. He runs his own company. Don't look at my dad's serious appearance in the company. He is meticulous in his work, but he is a joke king at home and brings a lot of joy to his family. He often hums his own ditty: "My head is like a canyon …" Sometimes he proudly asks my mother and me: "How is my great singer singing?" My mother and I both call him "Happy Big Boy".

Let's talk about petals first-mom, mom is also the assistant manager in dad's company, and she is an ingenious sweater knitting expert. For my study, she especially urged me to study, especially strict. You will also play gobang with me when you are entertaining. This shows that my mother's love for me is as delicate as petals.

Finally, of course, Huarui-a clever girl, this is me. I am a child with a wide range of interests. I can sing, dance and play the piano. I played very well, and I have passed the 10 level. See here, don't think I am a playful child. Actually, I'm not. My study is also a dog barking at a duck, and I am still the envy of everyone.

This is my home, a warm home composed of stems, petals and stamens. My home is full of love and joy. I love my home.

Pengzhou is my hometown with a long history. There are cliff murals in the Tang Dynasty-Sanweishui Scenic Area, the tallest stupa in Asia-longxing temple. White deer, a French town with pleasant scenery and varied customs in China, and Gexian Mountain, a national geological park; There are Wan Li fragrant nine-legged ducks, and there are military camp pot helmets with crisp outside and tender inside ... But what I am most proud of is the peony of Pengzhou's "Flower of the King".

Lu You once praised "Peony is in Zhongchuan, Luoyang is the first; In the middle, it is the first. " Peony is the city flower of Pengzhou. It is elegant, rich and auspicious, a symbol of prosperity and the pride of Pengzhou people.

The shape of peony flower is similar to peony, but the flower is bigger than peony and has more layers. There are many kinds of peonies, such as Yao Huang, Tea Red, Bean Green, Fire Elixir and Smoke Purple ... Different colors, including red, yellow, black and green ... are really colorful. When the tip of the nose gently sticks to the peony flower, you will smell the rich fragrance and can't help singing: "Ah! You are the most beautiful peony ... "This song is coming.

In spring, the drizzle is like silk, and peony greedily absorbs the dew in spring and stretches the slender branches and leaves. When colorful spring quietly pushes away the world of flowers and all kinds of flowers are gorgeous, peony is still a bud! It can really be said that "we don't compete with flowers for spring, but only land in spring." Before and after Qingming Festival, peonies are in full bloom! You see, its stems are thin and short, but its branches and leaves are particularly lush; The leaves are flat and short, just like a child's slap, and they seem to clap their hands happily to welcome guests from afar. Its flowers are delicate and full, with overlapping petals, swaying in the wind, like a fairy in a jade pond.

The peonies all over the mountains are colorful, just like a beautiful colorful brocade, red, purple and pink. Red as the summer sun, passionate as fire; As white as winter snow, so holy; Yellow is like glittering gold, which makes people fondle it; The pink sunset is as mysterious as the horizon. A peony is like a beautifully dressed girl, with a bright smile, a flower posture and a beautiful flower. There are proud and graceful; Quiet and lovable; Some doze off shyly; Some playfully play hide-and-seek in the green leaves ... A breeze is blowing, and the flowers all over the mountain are rippling happily, one after another, like beating notes, and dancing like beautiful girls. Hard-working bees and colorful-winged flowers are attracted by this charming dance and join in the fun: "Thousand Piles of Snow" is as bright and charming as a beautiful woman who just came out of the water in a white bathrobe. She said proudly, "Let's see who is the most beautiful!" " Not to be outdone, "Dan Jinghong" shook off a red dance skirt and twisted his graceful figure and said, "Let's compare, who is afraid of who!" ..... Suddenly, every peony shows its unique side to tourists. It is really "who will be the young master in spring, and the chief leader is peony."

Ah! Peony, one after another, clusters, golden and brilliant in the sun! I wandered in the colorful peony kingdom, as if I were in a fairyland.

Looking at such a beautiful peony, I can't help thinking: Who makes peony so colorful and lovable? Who stands proudly among the flowers like peony with its unyielding character and arrogant integrity? Oh, isn't this a true portrayal of Pengzhou people's diligence, simplicity and wisdom?

I love peony, her charm, her nobility, her elegance, her diversity, her splendor and her enthusiasm! But I love the hard work, courage, wisdom and kindness of Pengzhou people more!

Every time I walk into the house, I can see the photos hanging on the wall at a glance, young in the photos. A beautiful girl, wearing a gorgeous white wedding dress and holding flowers, stood in a gorgeous house with carved beams and painted columns. This room is as beautiful as a palace. On the left side of the photo, the young man in a suit and tie stood side by side with his hands behind his back, smiling like the legendary Prince Charming. It looks really suitable. Who are they? They are my parents!

I often open the photo album to see grandma and dad when they were young. At that time, my grandmother was slim and comely, with a pair of charming eyes embedded under her curved eyebrows, and a small red cherry mouth under her high nose, with long black hair as smooth as polished oil. Dad's facial expression is a bit serious, his eyes will shine with wisdom at any time, and there is a beautiful mouth under his straight nose, which looks natural and unrestrained, just like a real man.

With the passage of time, grandma began to grow silvery white hair on her head, and dad's forehead was also etched with wrinkles by ruthless years. I remember once, when I was sick, I often cried. My grandmother held me tightly in her arms, and my father hurried to call a doctor. He bought me some toys and a lollipop at the gate of the hospital in one breath before he came to see me out of breath. Grandma said that dad didn't sleep a wink that night. After a week, my illness was cured, but my grandmother was ill. During that time, I was very good. I often snuggled up to my grandmother and tried my best to make her happy. When my grandmother recovered, I asked her why she was not as young as others' grandmothers. She sighed and said, "Because many unfortunate things have happened in our family in recent years. First your grandfather died unfortunately, and then your grandmother followed. " Now, we see that you grow up day by day, understand things, study well, and people will naturally become younger. People often say,' Worry about one thing, grow old together, smile and be ten years younger'. "When I heard these words, I jumped into my grandmother's arms and couldn't calm down for a long time.

I'm thinking, I must study hard, strive for good grades, make ABBA and AMBA laugh often, make their white hair smile blue, make the wrinkles on their foreheads smile flat, and make their youth recall in laughter.

My hometown is picturesque. full of green is a beautiful place with mountains, rivers, fields and orchards.

In spring, Miss Chun puts on green clothes for her hometown and puts on new green makeup everywhere. The orchard is full of flowers, dazzling. The breeze gently blows the flowers to the door of every house. Sister Liu twisted her slender waist branches in the wind, and her long light green hair danced in the wind. The adults in the village planted seedlings in the field and entrusted the one-year hope period here.

In summer, my hometown is dark green. The green seedlings grow flowers, and a long string looks like a yellow dog's fur tail. The dark green mountains are covered with tall grass and firewood. The adults in the village scrape them off with sickles and take them home to dry and cook. At noon, my sisters and aunts in the village are washing clothes in the clear river. The cicada hid in the tree to enjoy the cool, and it was so hot that it shouted cicada, cicada!

In autumn, my hometown is golden. The golden rice bent with laughter, and the fruit in the orchard was ripe. Look! Yellow mangoes, pears like lanterns, and sweet and sour ji zi. Adults get all the hope.

In winter, my hometown is very quiet. Birds don't fly to your window to sing. Grandpa Beifeng always reports diligently. Grandpa Sun doesn't seem to like Grandpa Beifeng, so he runs out to beat him whenever he has the chance. Sister Xue thought we were too bored, so she gave us snowflakes to play with.

Say, is my hometown beautiful?