Composition of sixth grade ants

In our daily study, work and life, everyone has been exposed to composition. Composition is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from compressed and concise language that we can understand to developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. How to write a good composition? The following is my collection of sixth-grade ant 10 compositions for reference only. Welcome to reading.

In the evening, my mother and I were walking on the path. We saw a group of ants moving a caterpillar. Mother immediately praised the hard work and unity of ants, but I disdained to say, "Although ants are hardworking, they are also greedy. In summer, they openly robbed the fruit of cicada's labor-tree juice, and after drinking it, they went to another place to continue drinking. What a nuisance! " Mother said, "Everything has two sides, both advantages and disadvantages. Isn't everyone like this? "

Yes, everything has shortcomings. Ants are hardworking but greedy, and sometimes they even get something for nothing; Spiders can kill pests for us, but if they are not careful, they may be poisoned; Trees can purify the air, but without the sun at night, they can't carry out photosynthesis and need to absorb oxygen.

People are the same. Although some people are good-looking and wear famous brands, their personalities may be shady; Some people have good academic performance, but their moral character is not necessarily good; Some people may be ugly, but they can be brave. Nothing is perfect, there are always some shortcomings. What we have to do is to keep our advantages, correct our shortcomings and make ourselves better.

I also have many shortcomings. I am impulsive, careless and narrow-minded. I can't insist on doing anything, I don't demand much from myself, and I sometimes default when I do something wrong. But I also have advantages. I am kind and helpful; I love life and like all kinds of small creatures; I am honest, I hate lies, and I do every little thing with my feet on the ground.

Everyone has shortcomings. It is important to see them and try to correct them. Everyone makes mistakes, and it is important not to make the same mistakes again in the future. Gold is not enough, no one is perfect. Correct yourself and be the best you can be!

Composition 2 of the sixth grade ant There is a desert island on a vast sea level. There are many small animals living on this island. Because no one killed them, they lived comfortably and happily.

I don't know how long this happy life has been. Suddenly one day, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the sea waves slammed against the island, and the trees fell down one after another. Panic means that the poked animals run around and most of them are dead.

A little ant used his quick wits. He found a shell from the shore and pushed it to the seaside with great strength. Seeing that the island was about to sink, he quickly jumped into the shell. In this way, the ant finally survived and began its' wandering'.

The little ant in shock is floating on his shell number' boat', and there is nothing to eat on the shell. Whenever it is hungry, the little ant bites itself hard to forget the hunger. In this way, the little ant persisted for a few days.

Another morning, the little ant was hungry. It can't help but think of the past and feel desperate.

"Little ant, little ant, a voice is calling it." The ant opened its weak eyes, moved its needle-thin body, and made a weak voice in its mouth: "Me, am I still alive?" Yes, you are safe. It turned out that a bird saved it. The bird found it in the sand stall and saved it.

In this way, the little ant survived hardships and opportunities, became friends with the birds and lived a very happy life.

In the summer morning, after the rain, I visited my neighbor ant with honey and a happy mood.

Follow the path they often take to find them. They can't be seen on the wet ground, in the grass, in the flower bed and in the corner of the slope. Where is it? My friend. Looking all the way, I came to the wall of my yard. The terrain here is high and the ground is dry, which is also the favorite place for friends to play. Sure enough, I found them here, little brown ants. My eyes followed them, wandering around the brick floor, and finally came to a long brick crack. There are many ants busy going in and out there. It turns out that this is the front door of his house. I really want to say hello to them, but unfortunately they don't understand my language.

So, I dipped a drop of honey with chopsticks, and the gift I brought was placed next to the gate. A gust of wind blew, and a sweet fragrance drifted away with the wind. Soon, friends found this sweet gift and came to you one after another. After watching it curiously for a while, they couldn't help but want to enjoy it. In a short time, a circle of small ants gathered around the little honey drop. While they are eating honey with relish in their forehands, they are talking cordially with their tentacles, as if to say, "It's delicious! Eat more quickly! "

I saw them eating sweetly, so I built a big honey lake next to them with the remaining honey. I picked up a small leaf and put it in the middle of the honey lake to make an island. I also built a small bridge on the lake with a small piece of paper, one end connected to the shore and the other end connected to the island. Then, I picked up two small fruits and put them beside the island to make a hill. Finally, I dipped my chopsticks in honey, drew a small river, and connected the honey lake with the small honey drops to form a big amusement park. This time, the little ants suddenly exploded the pot. They soon found the Great Honey Lake along the Honey River. They were so happy that they quickly sent someone back to tell the news. The army is coming! Scrambling to the playground. Some drink water by the lake, some stroll on the bridge, some explore on the island, and some use honeymoon lake as an ice rink and slide happily on it. Everyone walked happily and noisily to the lake and enjoyed a good meal together.

What a happy family! There are so many brothers and sisters who love each other. Looking at them, I feel as sweet and intoxicating as drinking honey!

In a corner of an ancient corner, there is a small red flower blooming alone, singing softly in the wind. A little black ant climbed up the flower branch and slept quietly in the stamen.

The little girl passed by, picked this flower and put it in an old book. Of course, the little ant also entered the book and became a flat ant.

"Hello, are you also a word?" There is a neat and beautiful voice in the book.

"Who is it? Books can also talk? " Black ants are strange.

"We are words." Replied the finely voice. The black ant clearly saw that the book was full of fine print. "We are as small as ants." This word is very embarrassing to answer.

"I, I am an ant. Oh, I have become so flat that it looks like a word. " The black ant spoke happily.

There is a movable type in the book. On the first day, black ants lived on 100 page, the next day they ran to page 50 and the third day they ran to page 200. All the words are novel. You know, this is a very old book, and no one has opened it for a long time. These books never want to move, walk or jump. "We are really stupid." The word says to myself, now, they all learn to dance and walk around the door like black ants. How happy this is!

The old book is no longer a quiet book.

One day, the little girl remembered the beautiful flower and opened the book to read. Ah! This old book, which she is tired of reading, contains a new story that she has never read again. He read the new story in one breath.

The next day, the little girl couldn't help but open the book again. He was even more surprised. She saw a new story different from yesterday.

At this moment, the little girl suddenly saw the little ant living in the book and asked, "Are you a word?" "Yes, I used to be a little ant. Now, I live in a book and I can walk. " Walking? The little girl understood that the words in this book walked around every night, and the story in the book changed.

Yes, the third morning, the little girl found a word on the cover of an old book. It has gone too far and doesn't know the way home. However, none of these words is intended to run away from home. They all live happily together and make up new stories every day.

The little girl never bought a story book again.

When I am pessimistic and disappointed, I can't help thinking of those injured ants. Whenever I don't make progress, I can't help thinking of those injured ants. In the process of looking up at ants, I gained motivation and saw hope. ...

In those days, my mood was like a dark sky, and I couldn't be cheerful. Because, I failed in the mid-term exam. I have been doing well in the exam, but I did so badly. Thinking about my teachers who care about me and my parents who have high hopes for me, I am ashamed to find a place to get in. So, my mood is dark to the extreme. It was a Sunday afternoon, my parents went out to work, and I was the only one at home. I wanted to finish the homework assigned by the teacher, but I didn't have any ideas. Simply put a bench and sit in the yard.

I don't know how long it took, but my sight was attracted by the sight near the lower half brick of the courtyard wall. This half brick may have been left there by my father after doing some work in the morning, but I don't want to hit the ant nest at the foot of the wall. Early in the morning, ants also began to get busy for a day's life. As a result, the half brick thrown away by my father happened to hit the ants who were out foraging. So, next to half a brick, I saw the ant nest in a mess, and several seriously injured ants were still groaning in pain. What poor ants! Strong sympathy prompted me to move the stool to half a brick and observe the injured ants carefully. These ants are really hurt. Look, some of them have smashed their tentacles, some have smashed their bellies, some have smashed their heads ... they can't crawl freely. Even so, I can see these injured ants struggling desperately. They groaned, rolled and shed tears. Perhaps their hearts were still bleeding, but none of them gave up their yearning for life, and none of them gave up their yearning for home because of pain. I am awed by this tenacity to overcome suffering and courage to overcome death.

My eyes are blurred, and I seem to see that I didn't go to school because of anger; Hear my parents' sighs on my face; I thought of my dropping out of school because of poor grades ... and my heart was filled with guilt. In the examination room of life, I am a weak person, not as good as these injured ants.

Finally, when I saw one of them trying to climb into another intact ant nest nearby, I finally understood.

; In the face of pain, sighing is the most terrible thing; Hold back the pain, work hard, and finally have a chance to comfort the pain. Looking up, my sky suddenly opened up; Look up; I can't help but be full of passion and strength.

Today, I was lying in bed, in the infinite silence, forgetting the world and myself.

My eyes followed a little ant, and I made an unexpected trip with him.

The wind blows like grass in the forest and the sky becomes extremely blue. In a world without any sound, my eyes are fixed on an ant. Watching him crawl leisurely, after a while, I watched a beautiful and happy party. Ants are everywhere, holding small glasses to celebrate this happy day. Every ant happily revels with friends and relatives to show the friendship between ants. In fact, I really want to party with them, but unfortunately I can't hold their cups, and my heart is very sad.

When I arrived at Ant Village, I saw many ants, but all the ants were not as big as a one-year-old child, so I thought how small the ants were. But they don't seem to feel their place in the world. Some ants may think they are the biggest insects in the world. Their village is no different from other people's villages. They also have barbershops, cake shops, spas, and even slimming shops and public toilets, which shows that Ant Village has everything. I saw the fruits of the villagers' labor again. Some of them are collecting food, while others are pushing something three or four times bigger than their own bodies. I don't know who gave them so much strength to push those things.

I wandered around in confusion all afternoon, and I didn't know I was dreaming until my mother woke me up. But how much I miss roaming in the ant village! !

By chance, I saw the "power" of ants.

That day, it was very hot, and my grandmother and I went out to "get some air". By noon, I was already hungry. I took out the snacks I brought and wolfed them down. Inadvertently, I dropped some biscuit crumbs, but I didn't care and still chewed.

Soon, a black line appeared in the east, and soon it climbed onto the biscuit. I leaned down curiously to see that it was some ants! Before I saw scattered ants, I always killed them with disdain, but so many ants came out in droves, I'd like to see how these "little guys" ate.

Those ants surrounded the "biscuit mountain" and devoured it crazily (it was just a small biscuit crumb to me). Some ants also touch each other's tentacles from time to time, as if evaluating the taste of biscuits. Beside them, there are some bigger ants. Their first pair of feet are a bit like crab claws, which are thicker. Only they seem to be unmoved by food and look around warily from time to time, which is particularly conspicuous among the ants who are busy in the "cookie mountain". These big ants patrol the periphery of the ant colony from time to time, as if observing whether there are enemies around them-I think it should be soldier ants! Once there is any trouble, the soldier ants will warn the ant colony and patrol around their warning zone quickly. And the ant colony will leave the scene quickly. However, soldiers sometimes look at cookies eagerly, as if forcing themselves not to eat them. When the alarm is lifted and the other ants have not returned to the feast, the soldiers will still be tempted to leave their posts and take advantage of their weaknesses to have a taste.

After 20 minutes, the "satiated" ants are ready to go back to their nests. At this time, a little green bug hanging on the silk fell from the sky, still falling slowly like a paratrooper. Aha, this paratrooper landed in the wrong place! This is not directly "falling into the jaws of death". However, the little green bug didn't realize its danger and continued to land in the ant colony. For this kind of "fat meat" delivered to the door, I think: ants are full, but I'm afraid they are not interested in this green bug. Just thinking, the caterpillar has fallen into the ant pile. It must have been startled by the sudden danger. The whole body began to spasm, twist up and down, bounce up quickly and jump out of the ant pile. The ants seem to be stunned by this "Howard Duck", and they run away quickly. However, they found that this green worm is the supreme food! "Start hunting!" The ants rested for a while and immediately began to act in an organized way. The green bug was frightened and tried every means to escape. "Quick, this way! Catch the green bug! " A large group of ants soon caught up with the green bug, and the leader, perhaps the "hunting striker", jumped on the green bug first, took a bite, and the green bug began to spasm again. As soon as the rest of the ants saw that the situation was favorable to them, they struck while the iron was hot and climbed onto the green worm's back. They followed the example of the vanguard and launched a new round of biting on the green worm. Due to venom and injury, the green worm was exhausted and lay motionless on the ground. The original bright green body began to turn yellow and looked lifeless. The winning ant climbed to all parts of the green worm again, trying to confirm whether it still had "fighting power". It may be that the green bug was found with his last breath. The shooter led the guards to give the green bug a "final blow". This time, the green bug is really finished! The ants touched the horns happily, as if celebrating the success of the hunting. Then the ant colony slowly lifts the caterpillar and moves towards the ant nest. The soldiers seen in front of them dutifully guarded the front and back of the team.

I see that the "forward" of the ant team has started to enter the nest! I guess they will tell us the news. Oh, that hole is really small. How will the ant colony get this fat bug in? I continued to observe with great interest. At this time, the large forces have reached the hole of the ant nest, and the ants began to pour out of the ant nest, as if they were lining up to welcome these warriors who had successfully returned from hunting. However, it's not that simple: the ant colony originally came to reinforce, and they tried hard to drag the caterpillar into the cave, but the specifications of the hole seemed to be "very different from the size" of the caterpillar. "See what you do?" I thought gloatingly, at this moment, I saw the ant touch the corner again! "There is a new situation!" Sure enough, the ant colony adjusted its direction with the green worm on its back and began to move again. Along their moving route, I saw a narrow gap on the edge of the flower bed, and the ants began to climb out and meet. "This should be another exit from the nest!" I suddenly realized. Compared with the small round hole just now, this hole is more secret, but it coincides with the size of the green worm! Sure enough, although the ants made great efforts, they managed to transport the spoils back to their nests. Hey, I really want to become an ant, get into the hole and see how they celebrate the victory!

At this time, my grandmother was urging me to go home, so I reluctantly followed her. As I walked, I looked back at the ants from time to time. I finally understand that nature does not favor any animal. If a species can survive in this world of survival of the fittest, it must have its own "unique secrets".

I am an ant, an industrious ant. We often have to move. Listen, the weather department sent a message that it will rain again tomorrow! We're moving again.

We immediately lined up in the cave, and a leading ant poked its head out of the cave. He looked around, and whenever something happened, he backed away. Finally, he walked out of the cave carefully, observed it, waved to us and set off with the team. Everyone pushes a grain of food with their forelimbs, followed by several big ants. They stood on the edge of the stone, posing as "policemen", pointing at us and maintaining order. A companion accidentally went astray, was confiscated by the "police" and was reprimanded. The policeman waved and smiled as the procession passed neatly. In the team, there are some "My Fair Lady", who are like girls in the south, making many bugs stop and stare, even ignoring the punishment of the "police", really!

"Wow …" When it rained, we quickly ran into our new home. Looking at the spacious and bright new home, we danced with joy and forgot the fatigue on the road. Sometimes when the weather is fine, we will walk on the grass. If someone is desperate to sit on the green grass, we will act as "grass protectors" and bite you hard. Hey hey, you should be careful!

Hey, I am an ant, but I am a busy ant, a happy ant!

When I was 9 years old, I was used to staying alone in a remote corner, attentively observing the ants' every move.

After a long time, I found that ants have great courage, whether they meet acquaintances or strangers. Always greet politely and answer politely. Very polite, very respectful, basically without an ant exception, and no ant is rude and loves to answer. If you look closely, you will find that these polite ants always walk side by side in groups of three or five. And as long as an ant is in trouble, they will not carry it alone, endure it, and call a large group of friends to help each time, share weal and woe with * * *. Even if it is difficult to cross the mountains, they will fight side by side and overcome all difficulties. ...

I admire their courage. Unlike me, they are always timid. Dare not express their inner feelings, especially strangers. I often hide things in my stomach and dare not tell others. Even my own relatives are no exception. I always like to figure out what others think of me. Because of this, I have never had the courage and confidence to face everyone.

I remember one time, I was sick-my foot had a tumor, I had a knife, and I stayed at home for half a semester. I am troubled by some trivial things every day, and I really want to go to school to have classes with my classmates. Let's fight and have fun together. I recall the happy time when I was with everyone in the fourth grade. How happy those days were. Time flies ... I am immersed in sadness. Suddenly, a familiar footstep came into my ear. After a while, I was shocked. So those are my dear classmates. They came to see me. I can't believe my eyes. They came in and bought some fruit. This is mom and her mother-in-law are also here. My mother asked me to be enthusiastic about them, but I was a little embarrassed, shy and shocked. I don't know what to say. After a few words, my mother wanted to hit me for this. Well, I hate iron not to produce.

Later, my understanding mother also knew my difficulties and worries, and I loved observing ants, so she secretly pointed to the busy ants and said, "Tingting, look, these ants get along very harmoniously, although they don't know each other." In fact, people are the same. As long as you are yourself and do your duty, no matter how others treat you, you are a good boy in everyone's eyes. If you always try to figure out what others think of you, then you will only fall into the abyss of no confidence and courage ... "

Mom's words woke me up. With her encouragement, I finally got up the courage to take a very difficult step for me, which really pulled me up from the dark abyss. ...

From then on, whenever I encounter difficulties, I always think of the inspiration that ants have brought me. It is the source of my confidence and courage, which makes me stop being introverted and break through myself again and again. I believe there will be a brand-new me in the future, a shy me who is no longer introverted!

Today, when I came to the small park downstairs to play, I accidentally saw a group of ants beside the gravel road, so I squatted down and carefully observed their every move.

Gradually, I feel like my body is getting smaller and bigger, just like an ant. My eyes are fixed on a little ant. I guess it must be a Hercules. How much energy is contained in its strong body! It struggled to lift much bigger crumbs and moved forward step by step. My eyes have been following it. Walking, I saw many companions along the way. Hercules greeted his companions in a friendly way, and many ants joined in carrying bread crumbs. They helped each other and transported the crumbs to the kingdom together.

I followed them to the ant kingdom. Their kingdom lies under the boulder on the edge of the forest. I saw many ant residents there, coming and going, as lively as the market. In the shade, the residents are doing their own thing. Some carry food on their backs, some get together in small groups to chat, and some wander leisurely in the kingdom. This is, I saw a group of little ants. One by one, they formed a long queue. Are they playing the game of "the eagle catches the chicken"? I want to play with them, but I don't know their rules and language.

I continued to follow them, an ant, out of the kingdom, he is going to travel! I followed it to find the answer. I was going to visit my relatives! He trudged around the pond. Over the mound, out of the forest maze, to the other side of the park, to another ant kingdom. It entered the kingdom and came to the front door of a family. A tall man came out. They recognized each other and walked into the house happily together.

I saw a lot. ...

As the sun sets, the smell of food brings me back to my world. Ah! Unconsciously, I have been squatting on the ground for an hour. Although my legs are numb, I am very happy because I found the kingdom of ants under the boulder.

If one day you are interested, I can take you to the ant kingdom for a walk.