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Treasured Memories Sixth Grade Composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone often comes into contact with composition. Composition writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm down our mind, and think about our future direction. Still at a loss for composition? Below is the treasured memory composition for sixth grade that I compiled for you. I hope it can help you. Treasured Memories Sixth Grade Composition 1

Looking at the bracelet that fell on the table and the broken wishing bottle that held my hope, I turned page after page of the diary in my hand, hoping As the rain falls quietly outside the window, your smile is still looming in my eyes.

Some people say, "The deeper the loneliness, the more memories will spread." It turns out that this is true.

That spring, we had the purest feelings. You said that when you first met me, I accidentally threw you down the stairs, leaving a scar on your leg. I want to see it, you said yes, you asked me if I still remember, I said no, you pretended to be angry and slapped my face, and after a while, it turned red.

That winter, we had sweet and bitter feelings. It was snowing heavily, and we were playing in the back playground. You hit me with a snowball. I ran, but I was still hit. To be honest, it hurt a little. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t want to ruin your mood. And, at least I am willing to bear everything you do.

The next spring, we had joys and sorrows. You traveled to Hong Kong and we had no contact for nearly a month. I miss you hopelessly. You don’t know that even breathing hurts without you.

The next summer, we met again, and we never saw each other again. You transferred to another school, and we had an ordinary farewell. On the last day of the semester, the students threw their books all over the sky. You hurried past the door of my classroom and waved to me, and I waved to you as a farewell. This is the last time you and I laughed at each other. The memory of that day is still clear. There is no parting without saying goodbye, and we will never see each other again.

On August 26, 20xx, you left, leaving me forever. I cried, crying wildly, until I was numb, until I had no intuition, and I realized that you and I could no longer see each other again. .

My little sister far away in heaven, if you see the bracelet that connects our hearts, remember to smile, because there are memories that we treasure.

Little girl, you are the biggest nostalgia in my life. I will cherish you and our memories for the rest of my life, because you are my best friend. Treasured Memories Sixth Grade Composition 2

When I was in the third grade, I spent my time in a small private school in Beijing. The private school is at the foot of the Juyongguan Great Wall. When you look up, you can see the beacon towers standing on the Great Wall.

The private school is not big, there are only about twenty people including teachers. The things learned in private schools are also different from those in ordinary schools. They mainly learn Chinese traditional knowledge, such as the Four Classics of the Yellow Emperor, the Inner Canon of the Yellow Emperor, the Book of Changes, the Tao Te Ching, the Classic of Mountains and Seas, etc. These classics must be read aloud every day. There is also an "elementary education" class every day, which is similar to a Chinese class, teaching "Thousand-Character Classic", "Hundred Family Surnames", "Three-Character Classic" and new words and phrases.

The private school does not just produce weak scholars. We have martial arts classes and morning exercises. We have to run 20 laps around the small playground every morning. Winter in Beijing is very cold outside. We are often so cold that we can’t feel the tip of our noses. When the weather is particularly sunny, we have to run on the hills behind that are not too high. , the road is full of gravel, and I often drop my legs black and purple. As for the martial arts class, it is the class that I hate the most in my heart. The strict martial arts teacher does not let us relax even a little bit. After stretching, we will stand on the horse stance, and after standing on the horse stance, we will practice boxing. This made me... The pain in my legs never goes away, and sometimes I can't even walk steadily.

The classes there are also very interesting, such as acupuncture classes and Chinese medicine classes. The acupuncture teacher will give me silver needles during class, teach us how to read the meridian diagram, and finally let us prick ourselves. My own tiger's mouth was swollen, and I was wondering: It was obviously pierced according to the teacher's method, why is it so swollen? Could it be that the teacher is also a legendary quack? Until one time, a flu broke out in the private school, and half of the classmates had coughs and fevers. After the acupuncture teacher came, we each got a few needles and prescribed some decoction. The illness was almost healed the next day. Only then did we solve our misunderstandings about teachers. The traditional Chinese medicine class is closer to nature. Bringing a herbal medicine book and a small bamboo basket, we went to the back mountain to look for medicine. After several trials, those famous herbs such as Rehmannia glutinosa, Plantain Seed, Xanthium Seed, etc. I can see it from 30 meters away. So far, we have returned home with a full load every time.

In this year of third grade, the time spent in the private school was simple, beautiful, and different. As a human being, you should also be honest and kind, and be a humble gentleman is the right way. This memory can always leave me with endless reveries, and I will treasure it forever in the long river of memory. Treasured Memories Sixth Grade Composition 3

Everyone has some treasured memories, right? Where do you put your treasured memories? My treasured memories are put into an iron box. Every time I open this Small iron box, these memories will come back to my mind and let me reminisce for a while.

If Pandora’s box is opened, many things that shouldn’t appear will appear, then my little iron box will have the same effect every time it is opened! It’s not because there are many things hidden inside. The good things are the memories that come to mind. They are in the past, can never be looked back, and have become history.

Marquez once said in the book, "The past is false, and there is no way back in memories." At first, I didn't quite understand this sentence, because I have so many beautiful things in my memories, and the memories are so beautiful. How could it be false? Later I found out that what Marquez said was true. Everything in the past is in the past. No matter how beautiful or sad it is, it will never happen again. When you reopen the treasured memories, , you are just nostalgic for the past.

However, no matter whether the memories are true or false, the memories stored in the small iron box are my treasures. Even if these treasures have no life, when they come into my eyes again, I can It brings back memories that I never want to forget. Every time I open the small tin box, the thing I most like to pick up and remember is a pocket watch. The pocket watch had stopped moving. It stopped at the time when I was seven years old, and I had grown to be a multiple of seven. This pocket watch is a pocket watch that can hold photos. The photos inside are of me when I was seven years old and my grandmother in her fifties. We took this group photo with our heads together. Now my grandmother is in her sixties and almost seventy years old. No longer, her body is not strong enough for her to continue leaning on my head to take photos. Fortunately, my grandma is still alive, so I can still visit her often, feed her, and do the things my grandma took care of me when I was a child.

These are also my treasured memories, but I usually hide them in my little iron box, so as not to make me want to go back to the past when I see them every day. When I return, my grandma can still take me to play. When I was a child. Treasured Memory Sixth Grade Composition 4

Perhaps God got tired after creating many smart girls, so he unknowingly created stupid me.

When I was seven years old, I heard the term "frog prince", which made me mistakenly believe that a little frog could turn into a handsome prince. So, I quickly called my friends to catch frogs.

I have long forgotten how I caught the frog. I only remember that I was exhausted and sweating profusely when I got home. But I still don't stop, what should I do? - Hey, of course I have to give my "prince" a bath!

What a pity! What I caught is not an obedient "prince". It was very naughty, swimming around in the water, and jumping out of the water from time to time, splashing water everywhere. By the time I, a "weak woman", controlled him, he was already covered in water, as if he was not the one taking a bath, but It's me.

Immediately, my friends helped me organize my "lifelong affairs". They tied bows on my "prince" first. This dozen didn't matter at all, but they almost strangled my "prince" to death. So I, who know how to cherish the beauty and cherish the jade, said heartbrokenly: "Oh, just go to the church directly!" What are you doing to make it so complicated!"

Look! My friends helped me hold down the "Prince" and "bow to heaven and earth", "bow to the high hall" and "wow to each other". In this way, my "life-long event" was completed in a daze, and my friends were all tired for most of the day, so they went home to rest.

What about the rest of me? I look at my "prince" at home, looking forward and looking forward, only looking forward to late at night, he is still a frog. I no longer care about him, I just hug him and fall asleep. This can be regarded as the "bridal chamber".

Early the next morning, I quickly got up and looked at the "Prince". Unexpectedly, it was still a frog, so I angrily threw it out of the window...

The memories I recall now Come on, how naive and stupid I was back then! But I was also so happy. So this became a memory that I cherish. Sometimes I can't help but thank God for creating such a silly and happy me! Treasured Memory Sixth Grade Composition 5

It was a sunny afternoon. I hummed a song and jumped up and down into a swimming pool. The arcade has several water slides and a swimming pool that's almost as big as a lake. Although I couldn't swim at that time and didn't dare to go to the center of the big swimming pool, a few water slides were enough to excite me.

I entered the swimming pool, ran to the top of the water slide with ease, sat down and slid down. Enjoying the long-lost pleasure and listening to the whistling wind in my ears, it was really indescribable pleasure! After I slid dozens of times and became slippery, I walked along the circular waterway beside the "lake" Looking around, I saw a gap in this waterway leading to the vast water surface of the "lake". I quickly walked toward the gap in waist-deep water. In the blink of an eye, I was standing at the edge of the gap.

I saw that the depth of the water in the swimming pool seemed to be about the same as the depth of the water in the waterway. I walked to the gap and was about to step into the "lake". Suddenly I felt that the water was getting deeper! I was shocked, and unexpectedly stepped on Sora, I fell into deep water.

I sank to the bottom of the water and came up again. I found that I was in the center of the "lake", which is the deepest water! After several times of sinking and floating, my throat was choked.

Unable to struggle, I had no choice but to let myself float in the water, with darkness in front of my eyes...

I felt that I was no longer floating, but sinking.

Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed me and lifted me to the shore. I felt that those few seconds of ups and downs were as long as years.

I opened my eyes. In front of me is a strange uncle. Seeing that nothing was wrong with me, he said to me with concern, "Are you okay, please be careful" and left.

It turned out that this uncle saw me struggling and swam over to save me without thinking. Throughout the twelve years that I have traveled, this incident has always been cherished deep in my memory and cannot be forgotten. Those medals and red flowers representing honor will be forgotten by me as time goes by. However, I will never forget this incident, nor will I ever forget this lifesaver whose name I do not know - it made me understand what love is and what love is the most precious. Treasured Memories Sixth Grade Composition 6

In the blink of an eye, I am already a sixth grade primary school student. Looking back at dusk, a gap has passed and six years of life are coming to an end. A vivid and exciting class, an interesting activity, a fierce competition, a small quarrel... every memory is a treasure worth keeping in the heart. The best memory is that fierce competition to win the championship - the football league.

"We will have a very fierce championship match with Class 65 later. Either we win or they lose. Of course, the championship is what everyone wants, but the purpose of Class 7 is Yes: Friendship comes first, competition comes second, but we must not take this game lightly. Let’s go Tigers, we won’t be afraid of them!” The captain’s sonorous words, Encouraging us before the game.

"Hmph! If their class is so great, they will definitely not be able to beat our class. As soon as we walked to the playing field, we heard this sentence, but we all looked calm and were not ridiculed by the enemy team at all. `Influence.

When the game started, our team kicked off first. When the team leader started to take a quick step, the enemy team members foolishly thought that the team leader was kicking rashly. He hit the ball and ran to the captain in a 100-meter sprint and intercepted the ball. But before our captain touched the ball, he kicked it again, so the game started again, and we kicked it first. People on the sidelines seemed to understand: It turned out that the captain was stalling for time and playing tricks on them. This was such a clever move...

The sun was shining brightly, spreading all over the football field. We were running on the green field. , I saw the two vice-captains rushing to grab the ball like wolves and tigers, calling us to grab the ball: their thin and strong bodies shuttled among the players, moving as fast as leopards, winking at us with their hot red eyes. , yelling loudly with his mouth how to occupy positions and block people...; I also saw the captain smiling and trying to trick people: tilt left, tilt right, hook kick, kick hard, the ball did not go in; Squatting, hooking his right foot, and kicking hard! Finally, the ball was scored! Suddenly, our class was excited and cheered: the cheers and cheers resounded throughout the stadium... The captain made the enemy messy. Turn, just like this, we "took advantage of the opportunity" and won the championship with a good score of 4:3.

From then on, the scene of the Tiger football players' passionate fighting became a reality. The most precious treasure of my six years - treasured memories. Treasured Memories Sixth Grade Composition 7

As time goes by, the golden dreams of childhood also pass away quietly, but the ones full of childishness are gone. That scene has long been fixed in my memory.

When I was looking through things that day, I accidentally discovered the photo album that had been hidden in the cabinet for a long time. I opened it curiously, and the memories of my childhood were vividly in my mind...

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Turning to the first page of the photo album reminds me of the fun time I picked strawberries with my dad. When I walked to the field, I followed my dad's example and rolled up my trouser legs, wearing a huge straw hat on my head and holding my hands. There was also a plastic basin in it. After I was "armed", I followed my father. Because I was small, I walked like a duck. Seeing my embarrassment, he couldn't help but laugh. He simply picked up the camera and took this photo. Now that I see it, I really want to go back to my previous innocent world.

"Hahaha..." I laughed heartily. This photo was taken while we were traveling in Zhuhai. My brother and I were chasing each other in the marble square. We were running freely, with happy smiles on our faces from time to time. My mother took the photos when we were not looking. When the photos were developed, my brother actually flew up. The younger brother just started jumping. From now on, whenever guests come to my house, I will take out this photo and show them off: "My brother has become a fairy!" At this time, my brother will look at me with big eyes and small eyes, making me dumbfounded.

Turning over this page, what comes into view are the photos taken during the "Panyu Xiangjiang Wildlife World". Behind my brother and I was a large artificial tree, which opened its mouth menacingly, as if it wanted to devour us.

But my brother and I are still smiling and content...

Looking at the photos full of childlike fun, I seem to have returned to that carefree childhood. Although these are old things, they are like small shining shells that will remain on the beach of my memory forever.