Fanatical sixth grade composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition. The composition must focus on the theme and make in-depth explanations around the same theme. Avoid rambling, the theme is scattered or even No theme. So how is a general composition written? Below is a composition I carefully compiled for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. My sixth grade essay 1

My grandfather is a retired worker with gray hair and small eyes that are always smiling, making people feel very friendly. He keeps a pair of reading glasses in his pocket. He puts them up whenever he sees a newspaper and reads it with relish. Look! He's reading again!

Grandpa is sitting in an easy chair with a focused expression, "searching" for major domestic and foreign events in the "Yangtze Evening News". As he watched, he suddenly exclaimed: "Oh! It's incredible! Look, the spectacle of nine stars in a row happened last night! It's all my fault. I went to bed too early last night, otherwise I might have seen it!"

Nowadays, a copy of "Yangtze Evening News" cannot satisfy him. He also reads "Modern Express", "Nantong Daily", etc. With this newspaper-reading fan, my family almost doesn’t need to read the news. During meals, my grandpa will always tell me vividly about domestic and foreign news. As long as we praise him, he will say proudly: "How is it? The newspaper tells everything!" We already have several bundles of old newspapers at home, and these are grandpa's treasures. Every time grandma wanted to throw away the old newspapers, he always said: "These old newspapers can still be read, and they can help me recall the past. Will these things still be shown on TV? Grandma was attracted by this "newspaper fan" "I was speechless.

I remember one Spring Festival, almost all the gala shows were on TV, and the newsstand was closed. Grandpa really wanted to read the newspaper, so he looked for it in the storage warehouse. Finally finding a bundle of newspapers covered with dust, he dusted himself off and said, "Oh! But I found it, and now I can go and see it! "I pulled my grandpa and said, "Grandpa, come watch TV with us! "Grandpa didn't want to let me down, so he took out a few newspapers and said to me: "I'm just going to read with you for a while, I'll have to read the newspapers later! "I had to say: "Okay, okay, okay! "Grandpa watched it for less than 20 minutes before he complained: "The TV screen was flickering and my eyes were sore. I went to read the newspaper. "As I said that, I couldn't wait to read the newspaper. It seems that grandpa really has a special liking for newspapers!

Once, I asked grandpa: "Grandpa, why do you like reading newspapers so much? "Grandpa smiled and said: "If you read the words in the newspaper, if you don't know the words, you can look them up in the dictionary. In this way, I will know one more word. You all like to watch TV now. I didn't have TV at that time, but having newspapers allowed me to increase my knowledge. You, you should read more now and know that writing is more beautiful than images. "After listening to my grandfather's words, I felt a little ashamed, because I only know how to watch animations, which is really far behind my grandfather.

Grandpa is a loyal "newspaper fan", and I want to be like him. He also became a "reading fan", feeling the charm of language and writing, and absorbing the nutrition brought by language and writing. Fascination is obsession, exploration, pursuit, worship and worship. ...In life, there are many fans, such as music fans, animal fans, computer fans, football fans...and I am an out-and-out history fan.

Still remember. It was a sunny afternoon. I went to my friend's house. I was only in the second grade at that time. I got tired while playing. I randomly picked out a book from my friend's small bookshelf and saw that it was a book with a title. A historical comic called "Heroes of Chu and Han" was my first exposure to history. The magnificent scenes, the majesty of the imperial power, the thousands of troops fighting on the battlefield, the sad farewell to my concubine... I was shocked. There is such profound, exquisite and mysterious literature in the world! From then on, I fell in love with history deeply.

From that beautiful encounter with history, history became something I couldn’t let go of. Since then, I have become a complete fan of history.

History makes me immersed in it, roaming in the endless river of history, overlooking the heroes, and wandering among the officials. , observe the words and deeds of the emperor, and personally visit the world where deer are chasing the Central Plains. History makes me hard to leave, and at the same time, I am helpless.

It was a sunny afternoon, before my mother went out, she asked me. After finishing my homework, I read the book again. I responded randomly and pretended to write with a pen in my hand. My mother finally went out. I immediately threw away the pen in my hand, took out the "History Can't Bear to Look Closely" hidden aside and read it with gusto. The witchcraft case of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty made me deeply regretful; the overlord Xiang Yu's suicide by the river made me sigh deeply...

Time passed in a "tick, tick, tick" manner. I was immersed in the book and had no time to take care of my homework. But at this moment, my mother came back. With a "click", the door was pushed open. It was my mother! I was so shocked that I threw the book aside at the speed of light and picked up a blank test paper to do it. There was a little person in my heart who kept shouting and panicking like an ant on a hot pot. My mother came over with a smile and thought, Checking my homework, "It's over, it's over." I didn't know what I was doing wrong, so I had to lower my head, lick my dry tongue, and prepare for the "storm". My mother picked up the paper and read it for a minute. How many minutes had passed in that minute? For centuries, the clock has not even turned. Drops of cold sweat broke out on my back, and the muscles on my face were tense. I breathed heavily, fearing that I would be scolded later and did not even dare to breathe. "Bang!" There was a sound, and the test paper was slammed on the table. "What's going on?" I raised my head and glanced at my mother cautiously. My mother's face was terrifyingly gloomy, like a ferocious lioness. She glanced at I glanced at it, took out the history book, was silent for a while, asked me to write an extra test paper, and confiscated the history book. I kept wailing in my heart, history book, history book, you have caused me misery! But why can't I hate it? Instead, I like it more and more? Why?

I am such a little history book fan. My sixth grade composition 3

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by. In the blink of an eye, eleven years have passed. In the blink of an eye, I have changed from that ignorant little boy to a graceful and graceful girl. I am growing up, and many of my preferences have quietly changed with the passage of time. The only thing that has not changed is my love for small animals.

When I was three or four years old, I had a little snow-white rabbit. It was so cute, like a pure little angel. Every day, I would carefully prepare its food, play with it, and tidy up its nest. It became my partner. Unfortunately, within a week, the little rabbit fell ill and left me. I felt empty in my heart, feeling that something was missing. Thinking of its jumping figure in the past, I couldn't help but shed tears. It wasn’t until more than ten days later that I felt less sad.

There are countless stories between me and animals, but that one made me sad the most. During the summer vacation, I adopted a black puppy. I am inseparable from it every day. When I have troubles, I talk to it; when I have happy things, I share them with it. However, when school was about to start, my mother said to me: "You can't keep it anymore, it will distract you from studying." As a last resort, this puppy finally left me. I haven't seen it since. A few months later, I still miss it. When I return to my house downstairs after school every day, I always imagine that it will jump out of the grass and wag its tail at me like before, but this day never comes.

My mother always said to me: "Zheng Shuyan, you must not be abducted by animals!" Whenever I hear this, I can't help but think of that time... Grandma lives in the countryside. There are many cats and dogs there. Once when I went back to my grandma's house, a figure flashed in front of my eyes, and I followed him closely. Unknowingly, he came to another place and the shadow stopped. I looked carefully and saw that it was a cat. I squatted on the ground and kept calling it, but it remained motionless, with its head tilted and confusion in its eyes. It was time to eat, but my mother couldn't find me anywhere. After a while, she saw me walking back slowly, "What did you do?" "I...I followed a cat and accidentally wandered away!" When my mother heard this, she couldn't laugh or cry: "You silly girl, don't let the cat abduct you!" Hey! No way, who made me like animals so much!

I have grown up and changed a lot, but my love for animals has not changed. Every time I meet small animals on the street, I am always unable to move, so I must play with them; when I see people showing off their own pets on WeChat Moments, I always feel "envy and jealousy"; in my dreams, Here, I often play with animals... No wonder my mother calls me a "little animal fan"! Sixth grade composition of fans 4

Fans, as the name suggests, are people who love something too much, can’t help themselves, and are addicted to something. In life, there are many "fans", for example: those who are addicted to ball sports are fans; those who are immersed in the world of books are book fans; those who are intoxicated in the world of opera are theater fans... Beside me, there is also a person who is obsessed with football. A fan of sports, he knows basketball, football, badminton, and table tennis. It sounds pretty awesome, and he is my father.

Basketball is the spiritual support of the father who is a football fan. Basketball accounts for 35% of the time he is in contact with the ball!

One day, after my father came home at noon, he hurried to the living room before he had time to change his shoes. After turning on the TV, he switched the program to the sports channel-it was a basketball game.

Look, Dad was concentrating, staring at the TV with all his attention, making fists with both hands, and following the movements of the basketball players, his body tilted to the left and right, as if he was on the scene. I saw the Chinese player quickly shoot a three-pointer, and my father shook his whole body, and then clapped fiercely. Seeing that the Chinese team member was snatched by the opponent when passing the ball, her father immediately sighed and had to wait until the next shot to make her suddenly enlightened. "Awesome!" Dad suddenly cheered. This sudden cheering shocked me who was drinking water, and I almost spit out all the water I drank.

It turned out that the Chinese team won the first game. When it was time for lunch, I called him, but he couldn't hear me. Dad just waved his hand and said he would wait a while, but he waited until evening.

Basketball is for playing, and football is for kicking. My dad uses his hands and feet to do tricks in basketball and football.

My father once said something like this: Anyone can play football, even a three-year-old child can play as far as he wants. The most important thing is the technique! ”

My father has two “deadly skills”: 1. Bumping the ball. As long as there is enough time, my father can knock thousands of balls. Several times, the ball will “fly”. It took about ten seconds for the ball to fall, causing all the dust nearby to fly. He could also flip left and right, leaving me stunned. 2. As long as the ball was on my feet. , Dad will immediately grab the ball with lightning speed. I completely admire my dad. If you have the courage to compete with him, he will "circle" with you to ensure that you can't touch the ball. .

After picking up a badminton racket, my father became the most powerful person. Picking, dunking... are his most basic skills. It is very common for him to win several games in a row.

My father loved watching table tennis matches, so he paid a heavy price for it. There were times when the fire was in the kitchen and the dishes were cooking, but people were sitting on the sofa watching the matches without any knowledge. The food in the kitchen has become "top black charcoal". Therefore, my mother has made a rule: if you want to cook, don't watch the football game, and if you want to watch the football game, don't cook, my father will be excited. He couldn't help but applaud enthusiastically; if the Chinese team loses, Dad will not think about food and food, and he will not be able to sleep.

Dad is such a fan, a complete fan. 6th Grade Composition 5

I heard from my mother that my grandma was the "King of Folk Songs" in the village when she was young, and she was famous for her good voice. Later, she married into the educated grandpa's family and became a complete "cultural fan". Many cultural activities are held. You see, grandma's "cultural fanatic" attribute is fully revealed at this time!

Every Spring Festival, grandma's house - Tangtong Village, Nanpo Township, Jingxi City, will be held. The annual basketball game. As a true fan, my grandma naturally looks forward to the basketball game. Every time my mother and I arrive at the basketball court, there is still half an hour before the game starts. I went to the small trees beside the court and sat on the cement pillar to chat with my old friends. When watching the game, my grandma would sometimes stand on the edge of the basketball court and sometimes on the commentary platform, wanting to enjoy the view. The basketball players were fighting bravely on the basketball court, and they didn't even sit on the stools brought by my second aunt. My mother would point out to me at this time: "Grandma is there, grandma is there..." Hey, even though grandma is old! Even now, my body and bones are getting worse day by day, but as a loyal football fan, my "fan girl" character remains unchanged!

Neighboring villages all know that Tangdong Village is a village with a strong cultural flavor. The Spring Festival Gala is held every year. Grandma never misses the Spring Festival Gala on the fifth day of the first lunar month, even the rehearsal program. On the way home from the basketball game on the fourth day of the first lunar month, we happened to catch up with the Spring Festival Gala rehearsal. A group of people gathered around the stage. I had seen this kind of performance many times in Baise, where children in kindergarten danced gracefully under the guidance of the teacher. After watching it for a while, my mother and I wanted to ask my grandma and aunt to leave, but we didn’t expect grandma to be there. I watched it with gusto and couldn’t move away no matter how much I shouted. In desperation, we had to leave first. Grandma is really a party fan!

In the village, it is too difficult to see a performance, and it is even more difficult to see a show performed by professional actors from Jingxi City. Every time there is such a performance, many villagers come to watch. Of course grandma is one of them. Whether it is singing or Jingxi’s traditional puppet show, she never fails to perform. On the third day of the first lunar month, my mother, uncle, and second aunt and I went to my aunt's house for dinner, and we didn't get home until about ten o'clock in the evening. But when we got home, we discovered that grandma was not at home! Later, I heard from my aunt that it turned out that my grandma was too obsessed with watching the theater in the square and didn't get home until after eleven o'clock. Grandma’s obsession with drama is unparalleled!

Grandma is a "cultural junkie", which makes us all very proud. Many times, when we ask my grandma about cultural activities in the village, she will tell us everything! My sixth grade composition 6

A scientist once said this famous saying: "Music is flowing architecture, and architecture is solidified music." I agree with him very much. However, I believe that although music attracts people with its beauty, architecture attracts people even more with its unique style. Architecture attracts me more than music, which makes me an architecture fan.

If you ask me how I became an architecture fan, you have to start from the beginning. I remember that when my family lived in a bungalow, Zhang Ming, who was in the same hospital, and I were good friends. Zhang Ming is really an architecture fan! He knew a lot about architecture, and I had little interest in architecture at that time.

Once, our school held a children’s intelligence competition, and Zhang Ming and I also participated.

After the game started, because Zhang Ming and I were older and had a wider range of knowledge, we surpassed others at the beginning of the game. The scores between the two increased alternately. Zhang Ming and I had the same score, and only the last question was left. , "In which year was the Eiffel Tower in France and who built it?" When I heard this, I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't find the answer. Other children were also frowning and thinking, and Zhang Ming's eyes lit up and he stood tall. Raise your hands, ah! He got it right! Won the championship in one fell swoop. As for me, I was ranked second with only one point difference, which is really a pity. But then I thought: Why does Zhang Ming know the answer to this question? He told me to study architecture. After studying for a period of time, I became interested in architecture. I became more and more aware of the endless mysteries of architecture, and gradually became fascinated by architecture.

Now, although Zhang Ming and I have broken up, I am still fascinated by architecture. I will try my best to get books about architecture; when I get pictures of famous buildings, I will open my eyes and admire them eagerly; when I hear about new buildings in Beijing, I will go and appreciate them no matter how far away they are. After a while, I looked at it carefully for a long time, sometimes touching it while looking at it, even not missing every brick. Every night, I have to painstakingly design some architectural patterns, including the "21st Century Global Hotel" and "Chinese Skyscraper" that I named myself. Every time, I would never give up until I was satisfied with it. I would often plan until late at night, and even forget to watch my favorite TV. I really forgot all about sleep and food. Although the pattern I designed is not perfect, it is the result of my own learning after all. At this time, I looked at it and felt an indescribable feeling of comfort in my heart.

Architectural books have given me a lot of knowledge and also promoted my learning. Now, I not only know many classical and modern buildings in our country, but also understand that these achievements are the result of the hard work and wisdom of our working people. I am proud of our great motherland. However, our country is a developing country after all. I must study architecture well, build more magnificent buildings for the country when I grow up, and bring glory to the motherland. My sixth grade essay 7

Grandma was chattering away on the other end of the phone, and my mother kept echoing with a smile on her face. Although I didn’t understand all the dialects, I understood most of the time: the temple in the village The consecration requires a big show, and the married daughters compete for their share of the money. The mother is the people's teacher, the most honorable, and she must take the lead. I just heard my mother say over and over again, "You have to take the lead, you have to take the lead! You must come back and watch."

The opera my grandma talked about is commonly known as Jinhua Opera, which is now Wu Opera. It is said to have a history of more than 400 years. It was first performed by farmers. It is self-written and performed, so the performance of this type of drama is vulgar and elegant, looking exaggerated, vivid and rough. Many folk Wu opera troupes today still have many people who only perform during New Years and holidays, and they still go to the fields to do farm work on weekdays. Although Wu Opera is a local opera, the Plum Blossom Award, the highest award for drama, was won by Chen Meilan from her hometown last year. This is a very big event.

When talking about watching the theater, my mother was very happy, as if she was 30 years younger and had returned to her childhood. When my mother talked about putting people together for a play, there would be a gong player who would knock the gong over and over again for the whole village, while shouting: "If you have money, you will get money, if you have rice, you will get rice, if you have people, you will have people, let's put on a big show!" Then she shouted: "The Li family will give you money." 20 yuan, 15 yuan from the Zhang family, 10 kilograms of rice from Ergouzi’s house at the entrance of the village!" Followed by a group of little tails, hugging each other happily.

Of course, what I look forward to the most is the start of the show. When the gongs and drums are beaten and the big trumpet is blown, it will be so lively that the whole village is empty, the auditorium is packed, and the aroma of hot wontons is floating. saliva? My mother said that in addition to craving for a bowl of wontons, the most attractive thing was the Yiwu ginger candies. They shook the rattles and attracted people wearing crotchless pants to pull at the candy frames and refuse to leave. If I could eat even one piece of that rectangular candy, I would hold it in my mouth for a long time and be reluctant to eat it. Mom said grandma didn't have much money, but every time at this time, she would do a magic trick and take out a bag of chicken feathers from the crack in the old wall, and exchange it with the candy seller for a few pieces of candy. During the whole show, mom and uncle didn't have to watch other people eat and swallow. Drooling.

As for what is going on on stage, I don’t care at all. But there is a play that must be watched and performed, and that is the dance of Kuixing. It is said that if a scholar is selected, he will become the number one scholar and become a high official. I was lucky enough to see this scene too! On the day of the Lantern Festival, a big stage was set up in my grandmother's village. The Kuixing wore a mask with an upturned corner of his mouth and a bright red and green costume. He held a cup in his left hand and a pen in his right hand. He walked on the stage with strange steps like a little dwarf. , accompanied by the musician's recitation, the pen was pointed in the air, and the scholars, big and small, rushed to the front, and the adults all smiled and shouted, "I clicked, I clicked!" It was really a magical and happy moment.

On weekend evenings, my mother would take my puppy and me to play in Hushan Park. There would always be a group of old people in the pavilion at the foot of the mountain, beating gongs, drums, and erhu to sing Wu Opera. In the rhythmic singing, my mother would The footsteps can no longer move ------ Mystery Sixth Grade Composition 8

With the development of science and technology, television has entered thousands of households, leading to the emergence of a kind of mystery - television fan. There is no doubt that I am also a TV fan, and I have been deeply fascinated. No one can stop me from watching TV. Even if my mother stops me, I will try my best to watch TV.

One time, my father was working in the study.

I thought it was a good time, so I gently closed the door, locked the door with the key, and pasted a piece of paper with the words "Studying, Do Not Disturb" on it, then tiptoed into the living room, turned on the TV, and used The remote control turned the sound to the minimum and started my TV journey. I put my feet on the coffee table, held the remote control in my right hand, and moved my fingers on it. From time to time, I would walk to the study door and put my ear against the door. When I heard there was no movement inside, I would continue watching TV.

With a "squeak", the door of the study room opened. I, who had been on alert all the time, heard this movement and turned off the TV like a motor equipped with lightning. After putting it back in place, I ran to the balcony of my room and heard my father knocking on the door. I closed the curtains, pretended to have just woken up, and slowly opened the door, thinking to myself: Don't find out, don't find out. I was sweating as I thought about it. Dad looked around my room and found nothing unusual, so he pulled his head back and said, "If it's hot, turn on the air conditioner and don't close the curtains. Reading like this will hurt your eyes."

< p>At this time, the huge stone in my heart finally fell. The tense string in my mind also relaxed, and I thought: Fortunately, my father didn't notice. My father looked at my performance and thought I was tired, so he said with concern: "When you are tired, take a nap or go out and watch TV to relax." When I heard my father say that I could watch TV, I was completely petrified. He forced out a smile and yelled in his heart: "Why didn't you tell me earlier! If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have had to watch TV in fear."

There is another TV fan in my family. I am a big TV fan, and that little TV fan is my brother. But when I competed with him for TV, I always failed because he had a powerful weapon. Every time he would call my mother over, I could only put down the remote control and raise my hands in surrender. But when I left, I would take the remote control away when he wasn't paying attention. When I returned to the room, I opened the door to a crack, facing the TV, and I could watch TV secretly again. At this time, a proud smile appeared, and I thought: "You are fighting against me, you are not overestimating your abilities, don't you know that the old is still the hotter?" Look at the "silly" brother, still anxiously looking for the remote control. , he never imagined that the remote control would be in my hand!

TV really makes me want to stop! How wonderful it would be if my mother didn't take care of me and my brother didn't come to compete with me for the TV! My sixth grade essay 9

My father is thirty-eight this year, and everyone praises him for his love for the Olympics. Smiling from morning to night, welcoming the event with joy. My dad has been fond of sports since he was a child. Needless to say, he is passionate about sports. Now that the Beijing Olympics is approaching, my dad is absolutely obsessed with sports and the Olympics!

"Haha, dad, you are watching TV again!" Dad said to me with a smile: "Today is the 100-day countdown to the Beijing Olympics. Can I not watch it? Come on, my dear daughter, put your schoolbag Put it down and watch TV. The Olympic flame has arrived in Hong Kong this afternoon and the CCTV program is very good. Come and watch! "My father's kindness was hard to resist, and I shared the happy time with him. After dinner, my father rushed to clear the dishes before my mother, and he kept trying to fawn over my mother and me. It turns out that she was afraid that my mother and I would watch TV dramas and occupy his Olympic channel. 21:30 "We're Ready" broadcast live coverage of celebrations in various places. My dad couldn't take his eyes off the event and was extremely envious of the torch bearers. He said to himself: "It would be great if I could be a torch bearer for once and have fun!" When celebrities such as Jackie Chan and Andy Lau sang award-winning Olympic songs, his father also hummed along with him with joy. sentence.

"Get up, get up! It's six o'clock, it's time to go exercise early." Dad woke up my mother and I from our sleep. We climbed out of bed and followed our father for a run along the river road. Dad ran while raising his right hand as if passing the torch. Those who exercised early did not laugh at all, because they knew that my father was an Olympic fan, and they cast admiring glances at our family of three celebrating the Olympics. After running around the city three times, we came to the Cultural Square. Wow, what a picture of national fitness! Those who run, dance, practice fencing, and play ball are all radiant and full of vitality. Dad couldn't hold back his excitement and immediately started practicing Wudang Taiyi Xingquan and Wudang Taichi whenever he had free time. My mother and I had already been "red" by my father, and we couldn't help but make gestures.

"Oh my, your dad's bedroom is so fancy!" Auntie exclaimed in surprise. No wonder she wasn't surprised. Look, there are photos of sports stars on the wall: Liu Xiang, Yao Ming, Ma Lin, Shao Jiayi, Beckham, Jordan, Tyson; look, Beijing Olympics-related products can be seen everywhere. To be honest, my dad was obsessed with welcoming the Olympics. He has always opposed my tattoos, but he actually got one. He had the Olympic Games emblem tattooed on his arm, and he never covered it up. Once, an aunt whispered to my dad: "Look, that person has tattoos on his arms like a child. Is he crazy?" Dad was a little angry when he heard that, but he suppressed his anger and said excitedly: "This year is The Olympic year for Chinese people is also my Olympic year, so why not go crazy?" He explained to the aunt and her companions in a pleasant manner, promoting the Olympic Games to them.

The Olympic Games were so attractive to my father that in order to go to Beijing to watch the games, he actually gave up smoking and saved his pocket money to buy tickets and scrape together expenses.

Hey, Dad, you are such an Olympic fan!