Composition of sixth grade in primary school

In daily study, work and life, everyone has the experience of writing a composition, so everyone is familiar with it. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is the composition of the sixth grade in primary school that I collected and sorted out. Welcome everyone to learn from it, I hope it will help you.

We all have good friends in our life. Because of the understanding, trust and support of friends, our life has become rich and colorful. I have a good friend. We study together and grow together.

We met in kindergarten. Later, I found out that he lived near my grandmother's house, so I often played with him. Gradually, we got to know each other. From then on, we became good friends who talked about everything.

We often play basketball, chat and play games together. We have a lot in common, such as playing assembly, watching cartoons, playing computer games and so on. What is more worth mentioning is that we often help each other.

If he fails in his studies, I will teach him patiently. I remember once, when he had difficulty in doing a math problem, I knew his mind when I saw his frown and he couldn't write, so I went over and patted him on the shoulder, then pointed out the points that should be paid attention to in the problem and taught him how to solve it. After a while, he smiled and said, "I will, I will!" " Sometimes, I accidentally screw things up, and he always understands me. This is how we help each other and understand each other, so our friendship is getting deeper and deeper.

This is my friend, and our friendship will always be so good! Although we sometimes have conflicts, after things happen, we will apologize to each other and then make up happily and become good friends again.

Perhaps, when we grow up, we will go our separate ways, but in any case, those good times between us will become memories and will always accompany us and become the witness of our friendship!

Spring is full, all kinds of delicate flowers are competing to open, but I only have a soft spot for that little jasmine.

Molly drove silently on a small road in front of her hometown. That day, I hurried by, and a faint fragrance "blocked" the way. I was surprised to find jasmine. Since then, every time I pass there, I will take a few deep breaths greedily and look at the jasmine. White and petite flowers gather together in clusters, like cotton candy, like blossoming little white cloud, with "attractive" fragrance. Pure petals are more textured than moonlight, which makes people feel sorry for her. I feel relaxed and happy in the face of jasmine.

However, the weather is unpredictable. Successive spring rains blocked my contact with them. I can only stand at the door and look at them vaguely through the rain curtain: watching the cold rain break up those fragile flowers mercilessly, and the petals fall helplessly and are taken to a cold world by the current. My mood is as melancholy as spring rain.

It will always clear up after the rain, but when I can't wait to go to that "treasure land", I can't bear to look at my beloved "baby" again. Just as I was about to turn around and leave, it was the familiar smell that kept my pace. It swept away the humid and sultry air and the anguish in my heart. I can't help looking up. I was shocked by this scene: petite white petals were all over the ground, and only a few nearly complete flowers floated alone on the green leaves, ready to land at any time. They are more beautiful now than before. But the fragrance of flowers has never "faded", but it is more lasting and brilliant. Like a symphony, it reverberates in my mind; Like a clear spring, sweet in my blood. ...

I no longer worry that the last good thing will be fleeting. Molly always fails, but she left me with the most beautiful memories. I believe she will have a more splendid opening next spring.

When the bell rang to welcome the New Year, we China people shouted excitedly, "It's the New Year! The new year is here! " Ah! How wonderful the New Year is! I ran around the house excitedly, unable to restrain my inner joy. When I ran to the balcony, suddenly, fireworks flew into the sky and exploded instantly. Some of them are like countless meteors, some are like colorful flowers, some are like golden coats, and some are like golden suns, making the earth look like a day. How beautiful!

Today is the first day of the first month, and the streets are filled with festive atmosphere! I saw every household decorated with lanterns, Spring Festival couplets posted in front of the door, red lights hung on the balcony, and relatives gathered for a reunion dinner, raising their glasses to wish smooth work, progress in study and happiness in their families! On the way, people wear holiday clothes and dress up beautifully to pay New Year greetings to relatives and friends. We are no exception! My parents took me to my grandmother's house to pay New Year's greetings. As soon as I enter the door, wow! It's all here Second uncle, second aunt, third uncle, third aunt, second aunt, third uncle, cousin, cousin, and even "little girl" have come to join in the fun! Adults sat on the sofa chatting and watching TV, and our children came to the room hand in hand to play the game of "hiding things".

Cousin Zhen said seriously: "I now announce that the rules of the game are: one person hides a few small things, others look for them, and all they find are to hide things." After drawing lots, we finally decided that my cousin would hide three coke bottle caps. My cousin pushed us out of the room, so she hid things herself ... After a while, my cousin smiled and said, "Hide, I promise you won't find it!" " "We flocked in, and I thought: The easiest place to hide things may be the most hidden place.

So, I searched every corner carefully, but I couldn't find it. I looked at my little sister. I got under the bed, my ass sticking out and my little hand groping in it. No, she just wants to stand up. "Oh!" I heard my little sister give a cry and cry. It turned out that she bumped into the bed when she stood up under the bed.

The residual heat of the holiday has not completely faded, and a new semester has quietly arrived. At the beginning of the new semester, we returned to this familiar campus. With our return, a vibrant new semester has begun.

Spring is the season of sowing. Only by sowing the seeds of hope with hard work can we have a satisfactory harvest in autumn. Looking back on the journey of junior high school, in the fleeting years, we are full of longing for the future, sowing hope and sweating. Thanks to the hard work of the gardener, we have become more mature and stable. Today, our teachers and students hold the opening ceremony here, not to experience the happiness of success, but to look forward to the ideal.

Unhappiness, sadness and sadness are the process, and happiness is the end. Students, the new semester is a new beginning and a new step in the future study career. We should get rid of all the bad habits of being lazy to do homework and relying on our parents, and appear in front of everyone with a brand-new look in the new semester.

The breeze can't blow away the clouds, and the clouds take away the years. This semester, students of Grade 6 and Grade 9 will take graduation exams, and your seniors and sisters have written down their glories, and the torch of struggle has been officially handed over to you. Now, it's time for you to write brilliantly, win glory for your school and let go of your dreams! Please write down the most beautiful chapter in your life. I hope that after the smoke clears in June this year, good news will spread frequently!

My family has a little dog. Its name is Danzi. It has long white hair. It runs like a ball of wool rolling on the ground, which is very cute. We all like it very much. We take it out every day to play with other children and other puppies.

The puppy is very small, but it is an expert in housekeeping. Whenever a stranger comes to my house, it will bark around others, sometimes at night, so that everyone can't sleep. My mother is afraid of neighbors' suggestions and wants to give her eggs to relatives in the country. However, I don't agree. My egg and I have become good friends and can't live without it. At my insistence, my mother left her testicles. Hold the puppy to sleep at night and lead it to friends, neighbors and relatives during the day. My testicles have more contact with other people. I don't like barking and biting others. Neighbors and friends began to like testicles.

It's snowing, and the children are all wearing thick cotton-padded clothes. However, the puppy is not afraid of the cold and rolls on the ground from time to time. I played badminton with my sister, and he ran around looking for badminton. When he found it, he ran over and took a bite. We all praised him as our good assistant.

Eggs especially like to eat bones. When they want to eat, they will stand up and worship, often making us laugh. However, eggs also have many bad habits. For example, they like to bite and tear things, and the newspapers sent every day are chewed up by eggs. Dragging a tattered new newspaper and looking at the eggs that are still biting hard at the other end, I often laugh and cry.

Eggs are puppies. I am a deaf child with hearing impairment. It's winter vacation. My father, mother and sister all went to work. I'm the only one at home. When I was lonely, eggs became my good friends. My mother said it was our "youngest son" and my father said it was my brother. But I know he has become a member of our family, and we all like him very much.

There is a beautiful jasmine in my yard, which was carefully selected by my father and I when we went to Lijiang to see the flower show market.

After the flowers moved home, they grew slowly under the careful care of their mothers.

The leaves of jasmine are oval and green. In the morning, many sparkling water columns rolled on the green leaves. Under the sunshine, the leaves are bright green, just like a new life trembling. Stripes of flowers stick out from the flowerpot, and the top of the flowers are tiny new leaves of light green.

Lihua is different from other plants, just like a modest and shy country girl, who doesn't like to show off in front of people. It will only bloom quietly at night. Her bloom is silent, because it is afraid of waking the sleeping people and scratching their dreams.

Jasmine always blooms from June to October, and it blooms most in July. At the top of the blue bud, there is a bone flower the size of a small grain of rice. The longer the flower bone grows, the bigger it is, as big as a corn grain. The next day, among the green leaves that are in full bloom, there are three or two white flowers, which are delicate and delicious, layered on top of each other. I looked at those little flowers and my heart was filled with joy. The bigger the jasmine blooms, the more fragrant it is.

Late at night, there are stars in the sky. It stretches itself quietly, slowly and gently. At the moment when the sun is above the horizon in the morning, we greet the rising of the morning sun with the most beautiful posture and the brightest smile, releasing the fragrance of the whole body, giving people a fresh morning, full of energy and refreshing.

I like jasmine very much. When I was depressed, the fragrance of flowers got into my nostrils like a naughty child, seeped into my heart and swept away my troubles.

What nice pots of jasmine!

I like delicious food very much. Tasting delicious food makes me happy physically and mentally and feel better.

At home, mom's smell is the familiar smell. If it's my birthday, I'll invite some students to have a birthday party at home, put some dishes and pour drinks while chatting, tell all the troubles of life together and share all the happiness. What a wonderful thing.

Dad and several uncles were eating in a restaurant, saying that they were eating, but actually they were talking about business, but I didn't expect this little gesture and dad's words to make their relationship better.

The thing is, the waiter gave the menu to dad, but dad put the menu on the turntable and turned out, stood up and said, "I hope you don't order wine for this meal today." Drinking is too harmful. " At this time, everyone stood up and agreed to dad's proposal. They are eating delicious food and talking about business. The more they talk, the happier they are and the better their relationship is.

My classmate wants to talk to me about his troubles. As a result, he cried when chatting. Then I bought a pack of five-dollar paper to wipe his tears. It was dark, and he and I ate a bunch of incense at the food stall next to us. I didn't speak. He cried and ate alone. As a result, he ate three skewers of crab meat steak and four skewers of steak, five skewers of barbecue and seven skewers of tofu skin. However, after eating, his mood suddenly improved.

The power of food is powerful. Food makes life better.

In the long river of my memory, there are many memories, some of which have gradually faded away, but the most impressive one is Fireworks.

I remember one night during the Spring Festival last year, at dinner, my brother and I couldn't wait to go out and set off fireworks. My mother said, "Yes, but you have to finish eating and clean up first!" " "My brother and I said in unison," Good! All right! Very good! "Mom just served the last dish, and my brother and I have wolfed it down. My mother just sat down, and my brother and I have finished eating. Mom later said, "OK, I'll go downstairs and buy it for you. "My brother and I can't wait to set off fireworks. After a while, as soon as my mother came in, we grabbed the fireworks and ran upstairs, ready to start setting off fireworks.

I brought a lit incense, and my brother grabbed it and slowly approached the small fireworks. I think he's afraid of blowing himself up, too. Later, my brother lit a few small fireworks, and then he threw them down, only to hear a loud bang, which scared my mother and my brother out of their wits. I stood like a fool, too. Later, I saw fireworks of different shapes rushing into the sky one after another. Fireworks in full bloom are like flowers in a spring garden. I saw these colorful fireworks that really fascinated me!

Looking around, everyone is happy and my heart is as happy as fireworks.

On September 29th, several naive ducklings waddled into the streets of Vancouver following their mother's footsteps. The street is very lively. People's footsteps, ticking sounds, pedestrians' voices and flashing neon lights are all novel to the duckling who goes to the street for the first time.

Following the mother duck, these ducklings "rampaged" in the street and wandered carefree, and pedestrians gave in to them one after another. The ducklings looked around and jumped around, very happy, not realizing that a huge danger was coming.

Suddenly, "plop, plop, plop" several ducklings fell into the sewer one after another, and the excitement of the ducklings vanished at once. "Quack, quack, quack ..." The ducklings screamed wildly in the sewer. The mother duck who walks in front seems to think something is wrong. As soon as I turned around, the ducklings disappeared, only the quack from the sewer not far away was heard. The mother duck looked into the sewer in panic, and the swift current was going to wash the ducklings into a dark place. The mother duck cried anxiously, "Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack."

However, mother duck soon realized that it was useless. So mother duck decided to go to the street and ask for help, and finally found the policeman. Mother duck croaked at the patrolman. Obviously, the patrolman didn't understand what Mother Duck meant, so he had to bite the patrolman's pants with his mouth, take the patrolman to the "scene of the incident" and explore the sewer with his claws.

The patrolman quickly understood the meaning of the mother duck, fished out these poor ducklings, wiped them clean and returned them to the mother duck. The duckling is saved!

The ducklings thanked the policeman and said goodbye. Then she strolled the streets of Vancouver with the mother duck.

Respect for the elderly is a traditional virtue in China, but who has really seen any respect for the elderly? This kind of thing happened around me.

That summer, the weather was as hot as a "big stove" A drop of water fell to the ground and sizzled by the hot sun. The bus I took was more boring, and the heat and sweat mixed together and filled the air. We mingled with the crowd, holding our noses and saying to ourselves, "It's going to be hot!" "

Suddenly, the front door opened and a hunchbacked figure squeezed into the crowd. When I saw it, it turned out to be an old lady. I saw that her hair was silver and stood on her head like a steel needle, which was particularly dazzling. Her rough face is engraved with deep wrinkles. The old lady looked at the crowded crowd and gave a long sigh.

The people in the car ignored the old lady. Those who play mobile phones play mobile phones, and those who listen to music listen to music. They didn't "see" the old lady and still did what they wanted to do. Seeing this scene, I was both angry and pitied. I tried to stand up and give up my seat several times, but I was restrained by worry and fear.

Just as I was hesitating, a rude voice came from behind the bus. I turned around and saw a tall figure. He craned his neck and shouted at the old woman, "Old lady, come here!" " Without waiting for grandma to respond, he flashed into the crowded crowd like a specially trained senior ninja.

Seeing such a scene, my regret welled up from my heart like a fountain, and I had great admiration and even a little gratitude for that uncle.

When the bus arrived, I got off with my uncle. I walked behind him and looked forward at him, but my heart was shocked and my eyes were as wide as two bells.

Until now, I still can't forget the uncle's back, and I can't forget the reason for the shock at that time. Compared with that uncle, I am like a humble ant, and he is like a tall superman!

Because at that time, I saw that he was disabled.

Composition 1 1 Summer vacation is like a bag of honey, everyone wants to eat it, and it feels sweet after eating it. Summer vacation is like a hive, attracting all the study burdens like bees. Summer vacation is always full of joy, but it is always accompanied by troubles. Let me talk about it. There is not much homework in school during the summer vacation, so it is easy to learn. But three long classes (myself) made me recite my homework. I have been making up extra-long homework in front and school homework in the back. A wonderful summer vacation is now a pity. It's hard in hot summer, whether it's air conditioning at home or not, but it's really hard to run around in the hot sun, every day, but it's a comfort to everyone. Learning is good, but after all, it is not very good. The composition of the sixth grade in primary school is "Summer Composition". Look, countless sweaty students are busy in the study cage, some have classes, some have promotions, and some have a day. Did you learn (well)? I estimate that half of it is voluntary and the other half is required by parents. Parents can never replace their children. Parents have to learn, but children don't necessarily want to learn. Can this half listen to a good lesson? Besides, it is one thing for the other half of the students to want to go to school, but it is different to listen well, so only a few students benefit a lot in the end. Let's just say that I actually learned a little. For me, sensory learning is not learning, learning is learning. It seems that it should be very rewarding to study every day for a summer vacation, but when you think about it carefully, it feels like a book cover, but there is no general content. Well, having said that, no one can tell whether the super-long class is good or not. Anyway, as long as you study hard and have fun!

Sixth grade composition 12 Lantern Festival is a lively festival; Yuanxiao is a popular festival; Lantern Festival is a time for family reunion. In a word, Yuanxiao is a festival representing peace, laughter and warmth. When night comes, my father, mother, grandfather and grandmother sit at the table together, eating white, soft and sweet jiaozi, as if immersed in a fairyland on earth, and as if beside a fairy pool. Isn't the heat emitted by jiaozi like a puff of fairy dust? Isn't it a pleasure to walk in the bustling, brightly lit and crowded streets with lanterns after eating jiaozi? Watching other people's goldfish lanterns spit bubbles, there are cats and mice in the lanterns, and all kinds of lanterns feast my eyes, one after another, making me dance uncontrollably.

Looking up at the bright moon, Na Yue shines on the vast land. It's really moonlight like water! No wonder the ancients were so fascinated by it, and they even made up all kinds of wonderful poems to praise the moon, such as "The bright moon scares the birds, the bright moon scares the birds, and the moonlight is in its pine forest". Suddenly, a cloud floated in, as if trying to hide the beautiful moon, but the moon seemed to see through its idea and struggled to climb forward. The cloud is like a follower, where the moon goes, it also goes. Finally, many good things happen. Suddenly, the moon was covered by cotton-like clouds. Suddenly, the moon made a 180 degree turn and became a shy little girl. Suddenly, many little stars appeared in the sky. Suddenly there was a scene of stars holding the moon. These little stars are dancing and flashing. They are beautiful. It was getting dark and the tourists in the street dispersed. I was sleepy, so I went home to sleep, but I also dreamed of the beautiful moon in my sleep.

There is a grand, grand and lively festival in China called Chinese New Year. Every new year, the whole country is prosperous and festive.

During the days from 27th to 29th, everyone was cleaning up, putting up couplets and putting some trinkets. But these items are all red without exception. Because in China, red represents auspiciousness, happiness and peace. Therefore, during the Spring Festival, whether in the street or at home, it will be a red ocean.

New Year's Eve is the busiest day. What are you up to? Just busy cooking New Year's Eve! On New Year's Eve, no matter how busy you are, people who go out will go home for dinner, meaning: reunion. So on this day, as long as you come to the vegetable market or restaurant, you will see a sea of people. At night, every household will have the smell of food and deep affection.

On New Year's Day, it won't be as lively as New Year's Eve, because everyone is resting! But there is another important task on New Year's Day, that is, to pay New Year's greetings. Children like this day for Chinese New Year best, because they can receive red envelopes! On this day, I always go to the west to collect red envelopes. But if you want to collect more, your mouth must be "sweet". When you meet people, you must shout "Congratulations on getting rich, happiness and well-being" and wish others a happy New Year.

Just then, the Lantern Festival also greeted us. In my family, grandma always packages jiaozi with me. In the evening, we will eat jiaozi with the whole family, which is very lively! My sister dragged me around the street to see lanterns. Every time she sees a beautiful lantern, she will shout loudly and sometimes clap her hands and laugh. After the Lantern Festival, the Chinese New Year came to an end, everyone went back to work, and we continued to go to school.

Spring Festival is my favorite festival, because every time we get together, our parents will be free to accompany us!

Sixth grade composition 14 Everyone has subjects that everyone likes, and everyone has their own specialties: people with good spoken English are the best hosts; Good thinking logic, the best olympiad; Good voice, the best music; Lightweight, the best dance; People who have strong expressive ability, good oral ability and love "written kung fu" have the best composition ... Today I will talk about my views and feelings about composition. Now, I really want to talk about my heart. To tell the truth, my composition is really not so good. Every time I write a composition, I have to think hard about how to start, how to end and how to write the process, so that the number of words can meet the teacher's requirements, and my brain will explode. After thinking about it, I still have to think about how to collude with them and how to write sentences in order to write the most fluent, best and really tired. In fact, it's not that I don't like writing, but that I have a type of writing and I like to make up stories by myself best. When making up stories, I can imagine what I want, without being bound by any requirements or pressure. Sometimes when writing exercises, you must write as required. Don't digress, don't write a running account, and don't write articles to the teacher. This is irresponsible to yourself. I don't want to do such a thing. Now, we pay attention to Internet learning. On Pioneer Composition Online, we can post our compositions for others to see, let some teachers give us comments, and let us know where we write well and where we need to revise. You can also look at other people's good compositions, which is really good. Since I had the account of Pioneer Composition Network, I began to fall in love with composition, know how to start and how to end, and have a little interest in composition. I began to want to learn from Bao Anyi, Wang, Wang and Bian. Oh, I see. Next time you keep a diary, write your own truth and write a composition. Piece of cake! Look, isn't my composition quite good? ! Composition, I want to conquer you! ! Haha ~ ~

Sixth grade composition 15 beep-with a crisp and loud whistle, the tug-of-war competition between our class and Class 6 officially kicked off.

The tug-of-war players in Class 6 are all strong and round, and they have the upper hand from the beginning. Compared with them, the players in our class are almost like those sent by Lilliputian, but we are fearless in the face of strong enemies, and really have the momentum that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. Zhu Rong is our striker. Its front legs are bent and its rear legs are bent. His whole body was like a taut bow, and his feet stood firmly on the ground as if he had taken root. Wang Hansen, a big fat man, is a strongman in the class, but today he is a little at a loss, his teeth clenched, his face rose like a purple eggplant, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. Although Zheng is small, he is brave and tenacious. He fell down several times, got up and pulled it out. The girls in our class are all heroic. Look! Zhang Jingyi's hand was strangled by the rope and she was bleeding profusely, but she kept silent until the last second.

Come on, come on. Outside the stadium, the cheerleaders shouted at the top of their lungs, eager to pull out the red sign in the middle of the rope at once. But this brand swings from side to side, as if playing a trick on people. At last, the members of Class Six struggled to pull, jump and jump, and our class fell down a lot. When we got up, HongLing had crossed the sign line and our class lost the first game.

Du-another whistle, and the second round of the game began again. The members of our class tried their best to suck milk, and the cheerleaders shouted at the top of their lungs. Finally, because of the disparity in strength between the two sides, our class lost 0-2 to Class 6.

A special tug-of-war is over. Although our class lost, it is very meaningful to everyone, because this competition not only cultivated our collectivism spirit, but also exercised our tenacious style.