The sixth grade composition "I shed tears" is about 400 words.

"Oh, no!" I shouted excitedly, and tears of excitement flowed out of my eyes. The whole class gave me admiring glances, and the teacher smiled and applauded me. ...

What happened? Things have to start from two weeks ago. That morning, I skipped into the classroom with my schoolbag on my back. As soon as I entered the door, I saw a group of people talking around a place. I'm curious, so I rushed over to join in the fun.

I saw Lin listening to the classmate sitting in the middle and whispering to everyone: "Tell everyone an amazing news. In two weeks, the school will elect a new brigade Committee. " When everyone heard this, they all asked in unison, "Really?" Lin listened to his classmates and nodded and said, "Of course it's true. After class is over, the teacher will choose someone to attend. " I was very excited and thought, "This is really a good opportunity! It has always been my dream to be a member of the school brigade! But will the teacher choose me? " Thinking about it, I can't help but frown.

After a while, the class began and the teacher came in with a smile. As soon as he stood at the podium table, he discussed the matter with us. As he spoke, the teacher said loudly, "Raise your hand if you want to participate!" " As soon as the voice fell, the whole class swished their hands. The teacher saw it, bit his teeth, looked around, and then thought about it with his chin in his hand. After a while, the teacher finally made a decision: "Let Zeng Jin and Lin listen and go!" " At that moment, I almost jumped up from the stool with joy.

In order to become a member of the school brigade, I began to write and recite manuscripts that night. I worked hard. After two weeks, I finally memorized the manuscript, accompanied by very rich emotional actions. Mom and dad spend a lot of time for me these days.

On the day of the competition, other players and I came to the tense competition site. But I have been unable to calm down, because I am the second. The game has begun. First, contestant number one takes the stage. Due to excessive nervousness, she recited the manuscript intermittently and got only 8.23 points. It's my turn, my hands are shaking, and I forgot some of the previous words, but I immediately calmed down and comforted myself: "Don't be nervous, just play to your normal level." Finally, I got a high score-9. 49 points, I run for deputy district chief. Haha, I was so excited that I almost fainted ... Then, the opening scene appeared.

Ah, no pains, no gains. I'm still excited to think about it.

I shed tears at happy moments. I have shed tears for many things all my life. In the sky I remember, what moved me most was ... It was a gray day two years ago, and it was raining in Mao Mao. I was walking home from school when it suddenly thundered and it rained cats and dogs.

I hurried to the nearest store to take shelter from the rain, because the weather forecast said it wouldn't rain until 6 o'clock today, so I didn't bring an umbrella. I didn't expect it to rain so fast. What a pity! I'm complaining about the damn heavy rain in my heart. When will it stop? I hope my mother at home won't wait for me, just eat first! I prayed silently, and suddenly a familiar voice came from my ear, "Wu Peng, are you there?" I followed the direction of the voice and found a familiar figure. I looked intently and found myself sick at home.

Cultivation mother, she came to pick me up with an umbrella. I rushed over and said to my mother in a reproachful tone, "Mom, shouldn't you be exercising at home?" Why did you come here? ""I'm here to meet you! It's raining hard and won't stop for a while. How can you go home if I don't pick you up? "For me, when my mother was ill, she braved the heavy rain to pick me up.

That time I shed tears of emotion.

From then on, I decided to repay my mother when I grow up!

Sixth grade composition: * * tears of parting, happiness, surprise, emotion, grievance, reunion, happiness, ... At that moment, I grew up, and things had to start from July 20 1 10. It was a night.

At about six o'clock, my mother finally came back from a day's work.

I heard someone knocking at the door, so I put on my shoes and ran to open the door.

Mother came in with a tired face.

I don't think she said anything, just went to the bedroom, then turned on the TV and sat on the bed to rest. I think she must be tired.

I also went to bed and said, "mom, you must be tired after a day's work." Let me pour you a cup of iced mung bean soup! " ! Mom still watched TV, gave me a look and nodded.

Walking, I came to the refrigerator, but I was thinking: well, my mother is busy from morning till night for our family, and now she is back, I must show my son's respect and filial piety to the elders! Thinking, I took out a big bucket of mung bean soup and poured it into a small cup for my mother to drink.

Mother took the cup, with a little relief and joy in her eyes, and drank it in one breath.

I am very happy! I remember what I used to be. I said everything, mom! Hold it for me! I was wrong.

Then I suddenly said, "Mom, let me help you to rub your back and pinch your legs!" " ! Mom agreed with a big smile.

I helped my mother. Of course my mother is very happy.

I press the left button and then press the right button. I'm looking at my mother. She is very happy. I've never seen her smile so happily! It's getting dark! It's time for mom to sweep the floor and mop the floor again.

Mom remembered, I stopped her and said, "No, mom, I'll do it today"! I picked up the broom, swept from the big house to the corridor, and swept from the corridor to the hut ... My sweat dripped on the ground, and I remembered how tired my mother was every day! * * * After work, my mother has fallen asleep! The next day, my mother went to work, and there was a note beside my pillow, which said, "Daxuan, I found that you poured me water, beat my back and did housework, and finally grew up"! Don't mention how happy you are after reading it!

When I wrote 400 words, I was moved to tears. I was only in the sixth grade. What I don't like most is listening to my mother's nagging: "Pay attention to the lecture in class.

""Don't run around the campus between classes! " "Don't forget to wipe your hands when you eat at noon!" "Thirsty, drink the hot water I brought you!" "Remember to look up when you do your homework! "... from getting up in the morning to getting on the school bus, my mother always nagged tirelessly, and my ears almost recognized cocoons, don't you think? Until one day, I read an article in a book ... that time, I cried.

It was the first time that I was moved to tears in the process of learning since I was a child.

That article is a true story: in Qinghai Province in the west of China, a desert area with extreme water shortage, the water consumption per person per day is limited to less than three kilograms.

This also includes the water used by their own animals.

In a state of extreme thirst, a simple and honest old cow broke free from the reins and forcibly broke into the only way for the water truck, stubbornly blocking the road to get water.

Even if you are beaten black and blue, don't back down.

Unexpectedly, the water it fought for with death was not for itself, but for the calf.

After the calf drank the water, the old cow with chapped lips walked away with the calf in tears.

People were shocked ... when I saw this, my heart trembled and tears suddenly flowed down.

At this moment, my mother came in with a plate of peeled fruit. When she saw me crying, she ran to my bed and touched my forehead. She asked with concern, "Baby, what's wrong with you?" Is it uncomfortable? "I wiped my tears and handed the article to my mother." Mom, the old cow was beaten all over and didn't want to drink a mouthful of water. How painful! "Mom sighed after reading the article and said," No matter people or animals, mothers will do this for their children. "

"I put my arm around my mother's neck and said," Thank you, Mom. I will definitely listen to you in the future.

My mother smiled and said, "Stop crying, baby, and eat the fruit."

"On that occasion, the fruit I ate was particularly sweet! From then on, whenever I heard my mother's loving nagging, I never bothered again.

Those nagging turned into small heaters, which warmed my heart and made me feel warm and happy.

The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children.

"All the words and deeds of the child are always concerned about the mother's heart.

That time, I shed tears.

That article made me understand how great the truest, purest and most selfless maternal love in the world is! ...

I'm in the sixth grade, and I'm the biggest student in the school.

In front of those younger brothers and sisters, we are also considered "wily" elders.

However, those are just the superficial phenomena they see. How can those brothers and sisters know my hardships?

Sixth grade. It's different.

I remember that I used to take the final exam every other day or two. Now, I feel that I am in close contact with paper every day.

Although, the thesis will help me consolidate my knowledge, I am really a little uncomfortable.

Having a score makes me feel as if the score represents the quality of your study.

Achievement seems to be an invisible pressure. Although it promoted me to learn knowledge well, it also made me afraid of my grades, fearing that my grades were too low to pass the exam! And my parents, who like to let me do problems and write papers all day. I know they mean well.

But I have a lot of homework on weekdays. I have to review and preview the text every day, as well as practice English and piano. I've had enough of all this, and I still have to do the problem.

So I often can't finish these "jobs", but I also admit that I am procrastinating and inefficient.

Doing problems can deepen my impression of knowledge, but I don't like doing problems, which really puts me in a dilemma! I hope the teacher will think more about us. If there are difficulties, can we communicate with each other?

The composition about tears is 400 words faster. Every time you cry, you will have an unforgettable experience, either happy, sad or regretful, which will leave a deep impression on your emotions.

Tears are a record of growth, and every drop of crystal tears reflects the course I have gone through.

That day, I came to the classroom early, sat in my seat and packed my schoolbag. I rummaged through my schoolbag, but I couldn't find my Chinese book.

At this moment, as if God were joking with me, it began to rain cats and dogs.

I sat in my seat, watching the rain outside the window sadly, thinking about the scene where the teacher criticized me, and my heart was uneasy.

Suddenly an idea came to my mind: ask my mother to deliver it.

After the phone call, I suddenly felt some regret when I thought of my mother coming against the wind and raining. My mother usually works very hard and has to do these things for me. Why should I leave my carelessness to my mother to make up for it? After a while, there was a sharp footstep outside the classroom. It must be the teacher.

I have butterflies in my stomach and look anxiously outside the door. It turned out to be my mother. She was soaked to the skin and her hair was dripping with cold rain.

I rushed out of the classroom and walked to my mother. My throat seemed to be blocked by something and I couldn't speak.

I saw my mother smile and handed me the Chinese book in her arms.

Holding the Chinese book that was not wet at all, a warm current suddenly welled up in my heart. I seem to see the scene where my mother would rather get wet than let the Chinese book get wet.

I threw myself into my mother's arms, and tears of disappointment filled my eyes.

Mother stroked my head with cold hands and said kindly, "Well, don't cry. Just be careful next time and go back to class. "

"Then, I left the classroom and looked at my mother's distant figure, and tears flowed out again.

This tear made me realize the selflessness of maternal love. Mom, I want to repay you with my best grades.

The sixth grade composition "I shed tears" is about 400 words "Oh, no!" I shouted excitedly, and tears of excitement flowed out of my eyes. The whole class gave me an admiring look, and the teacher smiled and applauded me ... what happened? Things have to start from two weeks ago.

That morning, I skipped into the classroom with my schoolbag on my back.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a group of people talking around a place.

I'm curious, so I rushed over to join in the fun.

I saw Lin listening to the classmate sitting in the middle quietly saying to everyone, "I have an amazing news to tell you." In two weeks, the school will elect a new brigade Committee.

When everyone heard this, they all asked in unison, "Really?" Lin listened to his classmates and nodded and said, "Of course it's true. After class, the teacher will choose someone to attend.

"I was very excited and thought," What a great opportunity! It has always been my dream to be a member of the school brigade! But will the teacher choose me? "Thinking about thinking, I can't help but frown.

After a while, the class began and the teacher came in with a smile. As soon as he stood at the podium table, he discussed the matter with us.

As he spoke, the teacher said loudly, "Raise your hand if you want to participate!" " As soon as the voice fell, the whole class swished their hands.

The teacher saw it, bit his teeth, looked around, and then thought about it with his chin in his hand.

After a while, the teacher finally made a decision: "Let Zeng Jin and Lin listen and go!" " At that moment, I almost jumped up from the stool with joy.

In order to become a member of the school brigade, I began to write and recite manuscripts that night.

I worked hard. After two weeks, I finally memorized the manuscript, accompanied by very rich emotional actions.

Mom and dad spend a lot of time for me these days.

On the day of the competition, other players and I came to the tense competition site.

But I have been unable to calm down, because I am the second.

The game has begun. First, contestant number one takes the stage. Due to excessive nervousness, she recited the manuscript intermittently and got only 8.23 points.

It's my turn, my hands are shaking, and I forgot some of the previous words, but I immediately calmed down and comforted myself: "Don't be nervous, just play to your normal level.

"Finally, I got a high score-9.

49 points, I run for deputy district chief. Haha, I was so excited that I almost fainted ... Then, the opening scene appeared.

Ah, no pains, no gains.

I'm still excited to think about it.

...

I don't know how many tears I have shed these years, some are excited and happy, and some are heartbroken.

Tears are not bitter, but sweet.

She moistens my mind, purifies my mind and inspires my enthusiasm.

In tears, I choose to be brave and strong, in tears, I grow up gradually, in tears, I move towards success.

In the sixth grade of primary school, students go all out to prepare for the review of junior high school. Everyone works hard, and many people burn the midnight oil, hoping to win the prize in the provincial mathematics competition and enter the intensive class of Wentong Middle School directly.

I am no exception.

After layers of screening, I got the tickets for the preliminaries with strong strength.

Faced with the hard-won opportunity, I was ecstatic, thinking that I could walk on the Avenue of Stars and win. I was immersed in the joy of victory.

In the next series of intensive review training at the end of the term, I lost my way.

Others listened with relish, and the teacher spoke clearly, but I didn't listen at all.

I'm very proud.

When I attended the training, I played a supporting role. I lowered my demands on myself and wasted my precious time.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Later, although I studied hard, I was getting closer and closer to the end of the semester, and my hanging heart was even more uneasy.

I had to comfort myself: rather than sigh, let go! I was depressed when I walked out of the examination room in a daze.

As expected, I failed.

Mother's complaint stings like a needle.

My father's stern eyes seemed to penetrate my chest.

My mental defense line completely collapsed and tears flooded.

I really regret it. I can't waste any more time. I must work hard and strive for self-improvement.

I couldn't help humming Zheng Zhihua's Sailor: "He said that the pain in the storm was nothing. Don't be afraid to dry your tears. At least we still have dreams. He said that the pain in the storm was nothing. Don't ask why … "So I study hard every day and improve my quality to the class for 45 minutes. I ask teachers and classmates more.

My bird grew up in tears, and I know how to cherish time. I want to fight, I want to struggle, I want to make progress ... a miracle has happened! I was admitted to the intensive class of Wentong Middle School with excellent results, and my efforts finally paid off.

This success has not made me forget yesterday's pain. Tears remind me of it. It has always inspired me to move forward and become a brilliant stroke in my growth history.

Tears enrich your resume and make you stronger.

Taste the tears bravely and feel them with your heart, and you will find that they are not bitter.

Be kind to the tears and setbacks in the process of growing up, and you will find that this is also an unforgettable wealth and a ladder for your success.

...

I was standing on the tail of the sixth grade before I could blink.

Excited, excited, eager, at the same time, I feel a little pressure ... at the beginning of the new semester, my father said that I was in the sixth grade, grown up and sensible; Mom said, you are the big sister in school now; The teacher said that there is only one life in the sixth grade, so we should cherish it ... but in any case, whether it is my father's direct words, my mother's meaningful eyes or my teacher's inculcation, I feel and appreciate the difference in the sixth grade.

Looking back, there are successes and failures, but looking forward to the future and the study and life in the new semester, I am very confident, and my confidence is full of my inner world.

"Attitude determines everything, and details determine success or failure.

This sentence has accompanied me for many years. Last semester of primary school, I took it as a "declaration" of learning.

"Be a man first, then do things.

"This proverb handed down from the ancients warned us that being a good person is our basic principle. Only by being a good person can we spare our energy to do good deeds and learn knowledge.

Franklin said in the article "If I were a boy again" that if I were a boy again, I would have more perseverance in doing things ... This would also be a "street lamp" in my sixth grade study and life. Only by persevering and doing things seriously can we get better results.

"The body is the capital of the revolution.

"I remember an education expert also said," People who are in poor health are useless.

"Visible, healthy body, how important it is.

If you want to be healthy, it is necessary to do more physical exercise. Physical exercise can not only keep us healthy, but also make us have more energy to devote to our study, and also make our sports performance go up a step.

Of course, in the sixth grade, the most important thing is to study.

In class, we should do "four studies": learn to be quiet, learn to listen, learn to think, learn to speak, and do well in exams: write correctly, carefully examine questions, check them carefully, and do a good job in preview and review before and after class.

In addition, I still need to read more extracurricular books, accumulate more, increase my knowledge and enrich myself.

"Attitude determines everything, and details determine success or failure.

"Do everything with a serious attitude and treat learning with meticulous eyes. Primary school is the stage of laying the foundation, and the sixth grade is the most important year of primary school.

I think only when the foundation is laid can skyscrapers be built! - .

How much warmth, recording our story, flowing in time to tell ... just students and teenagers, at this moment we are taking confident steps to meet the challenge of the senior high school entrance examination.

"6 1 class" is everyone's and everyone's cohesion.

Through thick and thin, we join hands.

Take it with you when you take the senior high school entrance examination. Yesterday's laughter and tears are still there ... with the warmth, we still linger in everyone's heart ... We have lived in harmony for six years, and it's time to part.

Facing us, it is not only the separation of classmates for six years, but also the pressure of the senior high school entrance examination and the choice of life … just like a crossroads.

But these six years, including our warmth and memories.

Let's suddenly look back and recall the past of the sixth grade ... Last semester of the sixth grade, I still remember one thing.

It was a review class and the students were writing papers.

I suddenly had a terrible pain in my stomach, so I left him alone because I was making an examination paper.

I endured a stomachache when writing my thesis.

As time goes by, my stomach hurts more than before. Suddenly, I felt something rising in my throat. I couldn't help it. I threw up on the floor.

The teacher saw me sitting in the first row and immediately asked my classmates to help me clean the floor. The deeply concerned eyes of teachers and classmates warmed me up at once.

I still remember the teacher's deeply caring eyes and touching whispers.

I also received a lot of encouragement this semester.

It was in a Chinese class, and Miss Li was explaining the exercises in the class homework.

After teacher Li has finished, we should review.

I quickly revised it and booked it in a few minutes.

I gave my classroom exercise book to the teacher with trepidation, and the teacher made me feel very proud of the bright red tick after tick.

I left happily with a notebook in my hand. Just after taking a step, the teacher's voice interrupted me and said to me, "Your homework has made great progress recently!" " "After listening, I said" well "to the old man and left.

The teacher's encouragement makes me feel very warm and proud, so I have to study and do my homework more seriously to show my trust and encouragement ... My memory has returned to the present.

This is my sixth grade, this is my sixth grade: I hope to grow up, but sometimes I vaguely hope that I am still a child; Looking forward to friendship, but sometimes I want to be alone; I look forward to independence, but sometimes I cry quietly ... it's a wonderful time.

I've been autistic since I was a child. I like to sit alone in the corner, and my mind is blank. I am used to singing alone, smiling alone, crying alone under the quilt and enjoying loneliness alone ... It is because of this loneliness that I have a thick gap with others and don't want to associate with others.

I walked alone for six years until I came to the warm home of Class Three. All this has changed: when I sit in the classroom of Class Three, I am surrounded by friendly smiles. This smile, like warm sunshine, melted the ice in my heart and touched my lonely heart. Maybe it's the magic of this smile. I gradually took off my disguise and tried to communicate with others.

What really moved me was that on a sunny afternoon, we held a skipping competition and I took part in a short rope competition.

I started dancing, and I danced silently in my own world. At this time, the cheers of the students came from my ears: "XXX, come on!" You are good! " ..... At that moment, I felt so warm, and my blank heart seemed to be full.

Jumping and jumping, "dong" I accidentally stepped on the rope and fell to the ground.

Blood flowed from my knee and I felt the pain of hard work. The students all ran over and asked eagerly, "What's the matter with you?" Are you okay? "I replied feebly," thank you, it's all right! " These words are like a warm current, and they feel so happy and warm.

My classmates helped me to the infirmary to apply medicine. Looking at my classmates' sincere eyes, I cried ... From then on, I began to let others into my world, and I made friends with them silently.

Tell them when you are lost, share with them when you are happy, and feel like friends. That's cool! I can't really feel the sweetness of friendship without experiencing the bitterness of loneliness. From then on, I am no longer lonely, because I have friends! Autumn, an affectionate season, makes me happy and confused.

The rain in this autumn is cold and cold, which reminds people of the past.

The autumn wind roared.

Memories are blown to the face full of tears, which makes people moved again.

Autumn, a season full of infinite emotions, makes me cry, touches me and reminds me of my good friend.

When I entered the school gate, everything was the same as usual, but it began to rain and fell on me, as if a warm stream of happiness had melted into my heart. I think something happy will happen to me today.

I'm usually a little lonely. I don't know why, but I always can't find a bosom friend, which makes me very depressed. I think maybe God has pity on me! Let me know her.

The autumn wind blows gently, and I walk alone in the campus. Then someone patted me on the shoulder, and there was a kind feeling. I think it may be an angel called to me by heaven. I quickly turned my head and found that Angel was a new classmate in my class. She gave me a sweet smile and asked me, "How about making friends?" The autumn wind roared and blew her white face red. The autumn wind roared and opened the lock in my heart. I'm a little confused. I don't know if I should make friends with her. The voice of autumn leaves seems to say; "Make a friend!" I was still a little confused and afraid to cross my friend, but when I saw her pleading eyes, I promised her.

Looking at the golden leaves, I found that we have become good friends.

The autumn wind blew away my loneliness in the past and opened the door to friendship. May our friendship last forever. At the moment, I see the autumn scenery becoming more and more beautiful and vivid, which is really spectacular. The red maple leaves are burning like flames, burning my ideals.

Affectionate raindrops, pouring down, washed away my lonely meditation, and the autumn wind roared and blew away my lonely reverie. (XXX write your name, oh, is two yuan enough? )

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