An interesting thing: the sixth grade composition

In study, work or life, many people have had the experience of writing compositions and are familiar with them. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is an interesting thing I arranged for you. The sixth grade composition is for reference only. Let's have a look.

An interesting thing 1 After a sunny breakfast, I invited some friends for an outing. Some people may wonder: can a few children who are only in the third grade of primary school go on an outing without adults? Haha, to tell the truth, we are studying and having an outing in the community.

If you want to have an interesting and happy outing, you must first do a good job of division of labor. Because I know more about extracurricular knowledge, everyone let me be a teacher. What about Han Hui, a good friend of the same grade in different schools? She provides us with lunch, snacks, drinks and other food. Zhang Qian, a good friend of Han Hui School, provided us with materials for class. Liu Yuzhuo, who is in the same school as them, became our tour guide.

We each set off by bike. Explain to us as a tour guide while walking. When we rode to the grass together, we stopped and decided to take this as our lesson first. I added a joke to the audience, deliberately saying "class is over". They almost laughed out of breath, and when I said "class is over", I meant "class is over".

Then it's lunch time. We are eating food cooked by Han Hui and me. Do you know what we are eating? Ok, now I want to solve the biggest mystery of this century: we eat KFC made of various branches and leaves. Hey, hey, I made hamburgers and fried chicken nuggets, and Han Hui blew up the order.

After dinner, we continued our trip. We walked all the way, talking and laughing, and the laughter stayed on the road we walked.

Today, my mother bought me a new box of space mud, which triggered an interesting thing.

I first took out a pile of red space mud, glued it into the shape of a pot, then took out a little red space mud to make a small clip, and then glued it together, thus becoming the red nose of people in Moore Manor, haha.

Suddenly, my mother came into the room and gave me a big fright! I just put my red nose on my nose and asked my mother, what do you think of my red nose? Does it look nice? Like what? Like interrogating a prisoner, I asked one question after another. My mother answered slowly, very slowly. My mother looked at my eager eyes and said with a smile, ugly! Like Mickey. As he spoke, he gently compared it with his two hands on his ear. This really made me angry, and my anger exploded.

I put my red nose on my mother's nose and took a selfie for my mother: Did you see what my mother brought? Does it look nice? Like what? Mom said with a smile, it's beautiful now, like a kind and beautiful princess in Moore manor, ah ha ha ha ha ha.

I rushed at my mother angrily, and the two of them immediately became one. At this time, the ghost dad floated a word: watch me do magic! Ah, there is magic to see. My mother and I sat up straight at once, and my father turned to the back and came out with a red nose. As soon as I saw that my red nose was gone, I rushed over loudly: Dad gave me my red nose back!

This is really an interesting thing!

An interesting story in my childhood, with many interesting stories, is still fresh in my memory, especially that one.

When I was six years old, my grandmother asked me to take my sister out to play. We were idle and bored, so we looked around and wandered around, and before we knew it, we came to grandpa's vegetable garden. When my eyes lit up, I saw a vegetable ripe. I didn't know it was pepper, but I was very happy. I patted my sister on the shoulder and said happily, "Look, that red pointed fruit is ripe. Let's pick some. " "well! It must be delicious! " My sister clapped her hands happily. At first, we found the biggest pepper and carefully selected the two biggest peppers.

We immediately ran home, found a fruit knife, couldn't wait to cut the "pointed fruit" in half, and wolfed it down without washing it. In an instant, the tongue began to numb and the throat was as uncomfortable as a fire. We were all dumbfounded, panting, tears streaming down with our noses. We walked around the house, and finally picked up the cold boiled water on the coffee table and drank it all with our sister.

Grandma came in and saw us in a mess. She asked in surprise, "What's the matter?" I pointed to the pepper on the table. Grandma was surprised: "Oh, my God! My little ancestor, this is morning pepper, you can't eat it raw. Grandma quickly brought a basin of water for us to gargle. Until the evening, my tongue was still burning.

From then on, I was scared when I saw peppers.

Interestingly, my mother took me fishing in Chaoyang Park this day. Fishing doesn't matter, but it makes a joke.

We were supposed to fish less, but as soon as this joke came out, we stayed here all afternoon.

The thing is, my mother and I made an appointment to take me fishing in Chaoyang Park as soon as I finished my homework in the afternoon. I finished my homework, and my mother really didn't lie to me. We rented a fishing rod, found a good seat and threw the fishing line into the water. Many fish came, but in a few seconds, the fish dispersed again. Is there a problem with the hook? I picked up the fishing rod and looked at it. It was still fine! What's going on here? When I looked back, my mother had caught several fish. I asked my mother why I could catch so many fish. What about me? But my mother ignored me and looked at me and laughed. Just then, with a jerk, she saw a lovely little goldfish, struggling, but it had been hooked by a hook and couldn't get up or down. I felt that my posture was wrong, just like my mother suddenly picked up the fishing rod, but there was still no fish.

Just when I was about to cry, a warm hand patted me on the shoulder, and then my mother's voice said, "Son, can you fish?" If possible, would you please take off some bait and hang it on the hook before putting it in the water? No wonder you can't catch fish and don't put bait. "I just react. It turned out that I forgot to put the bait. But we don't have time. What should we do? So far, I haven't caught any fish! " Oooo ... ""Don't cry, I was delayed. We will go to the head office in three hours. "Mom had no choice but to postpone it for another three hours. I immediately burst into tears and smiled. Soon, I caught more fish than my mother!

Everyone must not be as careless as I am, or you will make a joke!

One Friday afternoon, my mother bought some crucian carp and put them in a big pot. I am very happy. I thought tomorrow would be Sunday, so I have something to do.

The next day, I didn't even sleep late. I got up as usual and went to see the fish after breakfast. I saw them quietly motionless in the basin, so when I touched the basin, they moved. It suddenly occurred to me that if I made a fishing rod, wouldn't it be fun to catch the fish and put it in a small basin? . So I found a small stick, a thread and a short iron wire, folded it into a hook with pliers, tied the hook to the thread, and glued the thread to the stick, and it was done. The fishing rod, line and hook are all ready, and I can fish-

I'll put the hook in the water first, and I'll put it wherever the fish runs. After a long time, it didn't work. I didn't think this was the way, so I threw the hook up and looked for an opportunity to do it. Fish are comfortable to swim in the water. I found a suitable time and suddenly put the hook in front of the fish, hoping that the fish would hit the hook. I didn't expect this fish to be quite clever, but it immediately changed direction and ran away, which made me very happy. In this way, I played hide-and-seek with the fish for a long time, but I tried my best to catch no fish. I have to ask my father. Father said that earthworm should be used as bait and special hook should be used in fishing. You can't catch a hook like you.

This incident made me understand: fishing is difficult, not only with patience, but also with professional tools and correct methods. The same is true of learning. We should not only study hard, but also use correct learning methods. Only in this way can we get twice the result with half the effort, learn more knowledge and achieve better results.

When I was 6 years old, I did a lot of "funny things" that made my teeth laugh, and one of them looks funny now.

I was only five years old then. One day I saw my mother burying some seeds in the flowerpot. I asked curiously, "Mom, what are you planting?" Mom said, "It's morning glory."

"Mom, do you think if I plant my favorite marshmallow, will it grow a lot of marshmallows?" I looked at my mother expectantly. But my mother just smiled and didn't answer me. At that time, I thought my mother was silent, and I thought this method was feasible, so I poured a bag of marshmallows into the pit I dug. After I buried it, I made a wish to the pit: You must grow up quickly so that I can eat a lot of marshmallows.

Then I water the marshmallow every day, hoping it will sprout, grow, blossom and bear fruit quickly. But one day, two days, three days ... Many days have passed, and the morning glory planted by my mother has sprouted, but my marshmallows are still motionless. I opened the soil anxiously and saw that the marshmallow was gone, but there were a few small earthworms crawling inside. I thought: the little earthworm must have stolen my marshmallow and started to cry. At this time, my mother came up to me with a smile and said, "marshmallows won't germinate, but they will melt when watered with water, so your view of small earthworms is wrong." I suddenly realized that I had let the little earthworm go. When I got home, I said "sorry" to the little earthworm. My mother praised me for growing up and rewarded me with a marshmallow. I was so happy that I ate all the cotton candy in a short time.

There are many interesting stories about my childhood ... What kind of interesting stories have you had, children?

An interesting thing is that everyone has a childhood, and the fun of childhood is like all kinds of shells on the beach, shining with the company of seawater. It exudes a colorful brilliance that cannot be counted. Now I still hold the brightest shell in my hand, which is also my most unforgettable childhood fun.

Once, I followed my friends to dig eggs. At that time, my heart was too dizzy to dig out the eggs. When my friends saw me, they shouted, "Coward, coward." I shouted angrily, "Who's afraid of who?" . Who says I dare not go? "Then, I took the eggs to the tree. The people who live there are fierce. Whoever pulls out the eggs will be beaten. We crept under the tree and climbed up slowly. " We take out the eggs. "The man shouted.

We came down from the tree. Unexpectedly, the man came out of the house and we started running. However, we were finally caught. I'm very scared. The man said, "Don't dig out the eggs. A bird is also a life. " I thought to myself: What's the big deal about a bird? Then I came home and thought, "What I did today was really stupid. I shouldn't have dug up the eggs. It is the darling of mother bird, and it is also our human friend and beneficial bird. " I whispered to myself.

Ha ha! Interesting! My childhood was like this. There are many stupid things and interesting things, such as bathing the snow doll and shaving my eyebrows ... so are many interesting things. Stupid things make up that colorful childhood, happy childhood and unforgettable childhood. Although this golden time is slowly leaving me. However, I'm not that stupid. I believe the fun of my childhood will be the best memory in my life.

Childhood is like a dream, and countless memories are like fragments. Whenever I think about it, I giggle.

An interesting thing is that childhood is naive and romantic. Childhood is colorful. Every childhood has good memories. My childhood is like a colorful star, picking the brightest one. I always laugh when I think about it.

At that time, my father worked in an army in Beijing. One day, my parents took me to play in Xijiao Park. An uncle in the same trade is a photography enthusiast and often takes pictures of people. A small and exquisite camera hung around his neck, forming a green barrier, supporting the summer heat emitted overhead, which can be seen through the gaps between pine trees. When we arrived at the park, we walked around and took a photo. We were very happy.

Later, we came with a lion. I looked up, wow, what a powerful lion! Sharp claws, big eyes, huge body, thick limbs and a big mouthful of blood, it's really scary! I can't help hiding behind my mother and glancing at the lion timidly from time to time. Mom didn't notice my expression and smiled and said, take a picture here! I screamed, no, no! I struggled to get rid of my mother's hand. Mom froze. Lions are stones and don't bite. Dad probably read my mind, walked under the lion, patted the lion on the back and said to me, look, the lion didn't eat me! But I still won't go .

It seems that my mother deliberately targeted me and reported me to Shishi. I was so scared that I stood on end and wanted to jump. When my parents saw this, they all burst out laughing, and the uncle laughed his head off. I was so angry that my chest would collapse, my face would burn and my hands would open and jump. The uncle blinked at me and suddenly pressed the shutter at me, and my ridiculous appearance was taken into the camera.

Now, whenever I see this photo, I can't help laughing, ah! How interesting.

An interesting thing: time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, I am already a primary school student in grade six. Open the door of memory, and interesting things will follow.

I remember when I was eight years old, one day, my mother went to work and my father was on a business trip. Before going to work, my mother told me that I must keep the house well. So I do my homework at home. After writing for more than half an hour, I finished my homework and played quietly at home.

Suddenly there was a quick knock at the door. "Who is it, come here at this time?" I wonder, could it be mom? No, my mother didn't come back until five o'clock, and the cleaner didn't come back until seven o'clock. At this time, my heart was pounding. I slowly looked close to the cat's eye. Ah, it turns out that my classmate has come, and he has come to see me. I said to him, "I must stay at home. Oh, wait a minute. I will consider it. " Suddenly, I said wisely, "Let's hide the key in the vase first, and then stick the note on the door." I kept my word, and then I hurried out to play.

When I came back, I saw my mother standing outside and couldn't get in. I went up to her and asked her, "Mom, why don't you go in?" Mother said, "son, the key is in it." We can't get it. The door won't open. How can I get in? " ! How clever you are! "I was shocked. My mother and I exchanged glances and burst out laughing. Fortunately, we called the lock company and pried the door open.

It has been a long time, but in the ocean of my memory, this beautiful and moving spray is often rolled up. In my life, every interesting thing is like a crystal pearl, like a beautiful and dazzling necklace, shining in the starry sky of memory.

An interesting thing 10 Since childhood, many interesting things have happened in my life, among which I think the most interesting thing is the last time physical education class played a game of throwing sandbags.

I remember it was a Tuesday afternoon, and the PE teacher said that he would take us to play sandbag throwing. Before the words were finished, the students all danced with excitement. The teacher first divided the students into left and right teams, and I was assigned to the right team. After the competition of rock, paper and scissors, the team on the left got the priority.

The game started, only to see the other side pick up sandbags and suddenly throw them at us. I was so scared that I dodged left and right. Luckily, I wasn't hit, but one of our friends was knocked down. I tactfully picked up the sandbags on the ground, then made a fake action and pretended to throw them at the opposite side. They were scared and ran away, but who knew it was fake. At this time, I found two classmates of the other side hiding in whispers, as if discussing countermeasures. I seized the opportunity and threw sandbags at them. Unexpectedly, "killing two birds with one stone" hit them both at once, and both of them were eliminated. They were angry and I smiled happily. In the end, our team on the right beat the other team out of the water and won the final victory.

The game of throwing sandbags is really interesting. It not only gives us exercise, but also brings us endless happiness.

An interesting thing is that during the holiday, my parents, grandparents went to visit Qingtian River. After a long journey, we finally reached the end of the Qingtian River. Tired from the journey, we decided to drift to the starting point by rubber boat when we returned along the original road. The staff said that they had to go through the rapids when drifting, and their hearts were pounding and they were very excited. We sat in a boat and headed for the starting point.

On the way, grandma pulled out a lot of aquatic plants, saying that they were wild vegetables to eat, so I began to help grandma pull them out. Suddenly, I heard the cry of wild ducks behind me. I told my father to turn around and go upstream to look for wild ducks among the reeds on the shore. Maybe our noise was so loud that the wild ducks went into the water at once. I am so disappointed! It's too hot. I took off my shoes and put my little feet in the water. I touched the water with my foot, and the ripples slowly disappeared on the water like water snakes.

The exciting moment came, and our ship sailed for the rapids. I immediately took back my feet and grabbed the safety rope with both hands. The boat rushed into the rapids like an arrow leaving the string. I closed my eyes and screamed loudly. The rubber dinghy kept hitting the rocks on the shore and the water splashed all over us. ...

We passed the rapids, just like passing a difficult exam, which was very exciting!

This rafting is really interesting!

An interesting thing: 12 I have to write about my little snail Liu Liu. It may be naughty, but it often brings me fun.

One night, I was about to feed it when my mother called me out. When I come back, I'll look at the table, huh? Where did Liu Liu go? Don't eat any food I was so anxious that I checked every corner of the table carefully, but there was still no sign. I was afraid that it would fall off the table and break, so I quickly squatted down to look for it. ",where are you? Come out and stop it. " While screaming, I groped on the ground with my hands. If Liu Liu sees me like this, she must be thinking, "Haha, young master, I will win this hide-and-seek game!"

My hand touched the ground. Why is it sticky? Haha, hello, I didn't expect to find your clue, did I? So I snickered and followed the mucus to find it. Sure enough, I pulled Liu Liu out of the corner of the table and said to him, "Good you troublemaker, I won't want you next time!" "It quickly back to his hut, as if to say," I dare not again, I will be good. "

After this interesting hide-and-seek incident, my relationship with Liu Liu is better, and it hasn't disappeared quietly!

An interesting thing 13 Many things happened in my life, some were sad, some were happy, and some were interesting, which made my childhood life colorful. Today I'm going to write down my most interesting side.

This happened when I was very young. My mother is cooking, and I play around with nothing to do. Suddenly, my mother let out a cry. Broken, broken, what should I do if there is no salt? At that time, she had put the vegetables in the pot, so she rushed over and said to me, "Xin' er, run quickly and go downstairs to buy a bag of salt." I didn't want to go, but my mother was in a hurry, so I went.

When I came back, I suddenly thought of what salt tastes like. Why does mother only put a little in every cooking? Oh, salt must be very expensive, and expensive things must be delicious, so I tore a small mouth, put my hand in, pulled out a little and put it in my mouth. Wow! Why is this salt salty and bitter? Is it something that people eat? I was wondering when I was knocked down by a small stone and some salt was scattered on the ground. I quickly picked it up. I saw my neighbor washing clothes. I thought I could wash the clothes when they were dirty, and I thought I could wash them when the salt fell on the ground. So I ran home to get a basin of water, poured the salt in, and then put my hand in and swung it back and forth. There were some small particles at first, but after a while, my little hand stayed in the water. But why is there no water? "Mom said with a smile," This salt can't be washed; it will melt as soon as it is washed. Look at you, naughty boy, wasting a bag of salt. "

This is an interesting thing that I have experienced.

An interesting thing is that one day in the third grade, the science teacher asked us, "What kind of bananas are the best?"? Suddenly, our class "exploded", and some said; Why does the teacher ask such a strange question? Some people say; How do we know? With this strange question, I went straight to the fruit shop after school.

As soon as I entered the fruit shop, my eyes were fixed on bananas of different colors, some of which were green, like newly unearthed bamboo shoots. There are yellow ones, like a curved moon. There are spots, like cute Bandian dogs. Another kind is black, and there is a layer of black spots on the banana skin, which looks like an ugly one. I think, which is the best? So I bought two, ready to go home and have a good taste.

As soon as I got home, I threw away my schoolbag and couldn't wait to pick up the banana and start tasting it. I took a green one first. I just licked it. Oh, bitter and astringent. It tastes terrible. I took another crescent banana and took a bite. Yeah, not bad. Then I taste Dalmatian bananas. Wow! Too sweet, not bad. Finally, I began to taste the ugly banana, but I really didn't want to peel it. Because it gave me a bad first impression, I finally decided to peel it off and give it a try. I gently took a bite, and the taste, like sweet honey, moistened my heart, so sweet that I even closed my eyes.

I was thinking, how strange! Why is the ugliest banana the best? So I went to Baidu with this question. com。 Oh, it turns out that ugly bananas are ripe, and bananas at this time are also the most nutritious. The black spots on bananas indicate that the sugar has become higher, so it will taste sweet but not astringent. This banana with small spots and dense skin is called sesame banana by grandma, and it is the best to eat at this time. And this banana has anti-cancer effect.

Through this interesting thing, I feel that life should be observed everywhere, seriously thinking, and be a person with a conscience in life.

An interesting thing 15 In everyone's life, there will be many "stories", happy, sad and angry ... a "story" when I was a child, which is still quite interesting to think about now.

I remember when I was five years old, I just learned to ride a bicycle (four-wheeled bicycle). In order to show off to my friends, I often ride it to "parade through the city" in the community. On this day, the weather is refreshing, and I especially want to ride a bike. So, I took it out and called my parents and grandparents to show them my "real skill". Because grandma loves me very much and wants me to ride slowly, she smiled and played a little joke on me. "* *, be careful on the road, don't ride too fast, it hurts, we are not responsible!" "

After listening, remember what grandma said. After bidding farewell to my parents and grandma, I went to the small garden by bike. I ride faster and faster, just like a happy bird. As I rode, I thought, Look, this girl rides fast and well, and she will soon break the world record.

However, something unexpected happened in the sky. Just when I was elated, my car was hit by a pebble on the road, and it began to stagger and jumped into a disco. I also shook, and suddenly, I fell down ... I looked at the bleeding wound sadly and wanted to run home and ask my grandmother to bandage it for me, but I had to give up the idea because my grandmother said it hurt and they were not responsible. In desperation, I took a napkin out of my pocket, wiped the blood from the wound, and then pushed my bike and limped home like a defeated rooster.

When I got home, my family saw the injury on my leg and asked me anxiously what happened. I told them everything. Grandma smiled and nodded my forehead: "What a fool! I'm just kidding you. How can you take it seriously? Go, I'll help you get dressed. " Say that finish, take me with you.