Semi-propositional composition <<_ _ _ _ _ How nice >> Sixth grade composition.

Life is a thick book, and every page records the footprints of people's growth. Childhood is a dream; A teenager is a painting; Youth is a poem. -inscription

The wind chimes of the years have been shaking and shaking, and unconsciously, they have been ups and downs for sixteen spring and autumn. Grandma said, "I haven't seen you for a few days. This child has really grown up and grown taller. " Mother said: "I finally grew up and understood the hard work of my parents." "The teacher said," You have grown up, and now you can take the initiative to study. "... I also feel that I have really grown up and become more and more mature.

"Teacher, when can I grow up?" In the file of kindergarten growth, I left my immature voice. Colorful comic books give me endless fun. When I was a child, I always wanted to grow up quickly. At that time, I just wanted to live independently when I grew up and not be "oppressed" by my parents. Breakfast is made by my parents, clothes are worn by my parents, and the bed is managed by my parents ... Although my parents gave me a lot of warmth, I feel that everything is not my own. Therefore, I am eager to grow up, eager to grow up quickly.

Flowers bloom and fall, autumn wind and autumn rain, and another autumn comes naturally. Finally, I am in the fourth grade of primary school. My mother said to me, "You are no longer young. Take care of yourself in life." So, I have my own small world-a three-square-meter hut. This is really exciting. I finally have my own home and can take care of myself. In this small world, reading has become my greatest pleasure. Watching the Gadfly, I can't help but be moved by the family that I can't give up. Watching the science fiction "Mysterious World" makes me flap my imagination, adding some mystery and beauty to the story. I am intoxicated in the sea of books. Books are the source of wisdom and the ladder of human progress. Accompanied by Mo Yunshu, I grew up day by day.

"Flowers will reopen one day, and people are no longer young." When the rain and dew in the flower season moistened my heart, I gradually matured. I stepped into the threshold of junior high school life. This is the life I really yearn for. I remember that night when I first lived on campus, I was so excited that I didn't sleep well all night, although I felt a little sad at home. At school, I not only learned the mystery of nature and the beauty of the space world, but also learned how to be a man. I joke with my friends and feel free. Because I found wings that can fly, how steel was tempered made me stronger.

Looking back on the past days, I left a series of crooked footprints on the road of growth, with pain and joy, enrichment and loss. Although I miss my childhood paradise, I still hope to grow up. "The ancient and modern scrolls will never be seen, and a window will send a fleeting time." I want to pick the waves of wisdom, constantly enrich, enrich and improve myself, and live every day happily and meaningfully in the reverie and expectation of a better life.

"It feels good to grow up!" In my growth file, I wrote down my motto.

It's good to have friends. "It's hard to find a bosom friend in a thousand miles, and it's easy to go with more bosom friends ..." Singing the song "It's hard to find a bosom friend in a thousand miles", thinking of the care and encouragement of friends is really like entering a paradise on earth. Friends, when I am in trouble, lend a helping hand; When I get surprises and rewards, tell me not to be proud, make persistent efforts and truly become a success; When I am lonely, driving away loneliness brings me happiness. My friends left many touching stories in my life, especially an incident with Tan Yun, which I will never forget. Tan Yun and I have been good friends since childhood, just like the same ribbon. In the third grade of primary school, one afternoon before art class, something happened: at that time, students were busy preparing tools for class, and I was no exception. But I searched for a long time, but I couldn't find a new meter ruler. I sat on the table, tears filled my eyes several times. Tan Yun seemed to read my mind and went to my desk and said, "Sean Song, what's wrong with you?" I said hesitantly, "I forgot to bring my ruler. I will use the meter ruler in the next class so that I won't be criticized by the teacher." Without saying anything, she opened the ruler halfway and said to me, "Take it, so as not to be criticized by the teacher again." I cried, crying loudly. I said to her, "This is the new rice ruler you just bought. Aren't you afraid of being scolded by your parents? " However, she said, "Take it, Dad, I'll call." I sat with a rice ruler. Then the bell rang and she went back to her seat. My friend, I admire you. You can still lend a caring hand, a helping hand and a sympathetic hand in times of difficulty. I also feel my friends' concern and care for me. A friend's heart is sincere and sincere, without any distractions. "It's hard to find a bosom friend in a thousand miles, and more bosom friends are easy to walk." ……

It's good to be alive.

I can smell the fragrance of flowers and plants and the smell of earth every day; Feeling sunny and breezy, have you ever sighed: "It's good to be alive!" " "

Yes, it's good to be alive! I'm glad I'm still alive.

In spring, you can hear the river "Hua, Hua" singing cheerful songs and running forward; Flowers can spit out buds quietly and bloom shyly; Will run in the sun, will play in the drizzle, will listen to fairy tales in spring.

In summer, I will hide in the hot sun and enjoy the cool under the lush trees. When it is really hard to resist the thirst brought by the scorching sun, I will open the refrigerator and start a good meal regardless of nagging.

In autumn, you will appreciate the golden leaves floating in the wind. When the golden butterfly falls to the ground, it will run, pick out some beautiful fragments from a pile of leaves, lift them up, attract friends excitedly, put them in the book with envious eyes, and make beautiful plant specimens.

In winter, when snowflakes decorate the world into a white dream, they will run out of the house, play in the dream, make snowmen and have snowball fights, leaving their hands red with cold. A bowl of hot soup will be served to warm up. It is a cold winter, but there is a warm heart from time to time.

It's good to be alive. You can see the different beauty in spring, summer, autumn and winter. On the road of life, you will encounter unhappy things, unhappy things. Everything is on the opposite side, you are happy. You still think life is really good, right? If you live, you will have a chance to taste the ups and downs of life.

Yes, it's good to be alive!

Life is so beautiful

In the morning, when you wake up, your eyes? It is a busy car passing through the expressway, and pedestrians come and go on the road; It is your parents who are busy making breakfast for you in the kitchen; It was a green paddy field, and occasionally a few birds sang in the tree; Give you a light that shines all night. What kind of scene is it? When you wear admiring eyes, you will sincerely admire: life is really good!

You will feel bored and hate living free from your parents' control, but when you are sick and frustrated, you also want to bury yourself in your parents' arms and cry bitterly. I think everyone should, but why can't they feel affection when they meet? In fact, you might as well experience the hardships of your parents through the window of your heart. Me, you will say: what a nice family!

When you are frustrated, do you complain, blame or escape? The opportunity to complain, blame and escape creates more setbacks. And yes, I have suffered a lot, but I can gain happiness and the true meaning of life in this process. Will feel: it's good to encounter setbacks!

How did you do that? Do you have confidence? Say "Come on" to the mirror every day. Self-confidence means looking back at yesterday's footprints and sighing. Look forward to the future with confidence and hope. Only when you learn to hold high the torch of self-confidence will you understand; Just be confident!

Self-confidence calms you down and frustrates you. Family and frustration make up life, and life weaves life. When you enjoy yourself, don't say: life is really good.

It's good to have a home.

Home is my mother's nagging, my father's smoking bag and my brother's rolling ring.

At home, my mother baked chopped green onion cakes, boiled corn porridge and boiled tea eggs.

Home is an old hen cackling in the yard and a dog tied to the door.

Home is the tears my mother hid in the kitchen when I left, the entanglement of smoke when my father squatted on the threshold, and the voice of my brother pleading: "Sister, don't go, I won't let you go."

Home is a longing thousands of miles away from a foreign land, an expectation among thousands of lights, and a constant theme in wandering life.

Home is cloth shoes sent by my mother, dried sweet potatoes sent by my father, and snails scoured by my brother in the river all afternoon.

Home is a wet pillow in the middle of the night, a sour soup noodle that I long for when I am sick in bed, and a quilt corner tucked by my mother after sleeping.

Home is the long telephone line, a thick stack of letters from home, and a money order that is not big enough to make the parents in the neighborhood proud for a while.

Home is an occasional homing, and you can't come and go in a hurry.

Home is a long scene where parents take turns standing on the slope at the head of the village, expecting their children to return.

Home is a home-cooked dish that parents have been busy with for several days.

Father is watching black and white TV and paying attention to the warm weather forecast of his daughter's city. My mother is counting how long her daughter hasn't called.

Home is a harbor, where I miss it day and night and dream of it.

Home is the return journey that I have read and thought for thousands of times, but I can't stay in the end.

Home is the crooked old locust tree in front of the door. It once flourished and experienced many years of hardships. Has today's vicissitudes covered up the prosperity of that year? Just like the white hair on my mother's head, the years have passed and my mother at home is no longer young.

Home is a low wall in the yard. Can it stand the test of time and the destruction of wind and rain? Just like my father's back, I can't find the once vigorous and straight again? Under the drag of the children and the rush of the family, the old father's back has been bent like a bow.

Home is a window, a lamp and a bowl of steaming sour soup noodles. .....

Home is a harbor, a destination, a door that is always open for you, no matter how long you leave.

As long as there are relatives, as long as there is affection, as long as there is the call of love, it is home.

A person without a home is like a kite with a broken thread and a duckweed without roots.

So I'm going to say.

It's good to have a home!

It's good to have a home.

Home is my happy valley, which gives me laughter and happiness; Home is my safe haven, protecting me and sheltering me from the wind and rain; Home is a beautiful island, where I live happily ... Home is warm, and whenever I come home from school, there is a delicious table waiting for me, which is of course the credit of my mother. Whenever I do my homework, my father will send me a cup of boiled water for me to drink while it is hot. whenever ...

But there is one thing that makes me more dependent on this family.

In the first half of the fifth grade, the school organized all the fifth grade students to go to Liuhe for a two-day summer camp. This is my first time to leave home and live with my classmates for one day. At night, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. At home, my bed is big and comfortable. Now it's small and narrow. I have to curl up when I sleep. It's too uncomfortable.

In this way, I stayed up all night ...

The next afternoon, we returned to school. At the school gate, I craned my neck and eagerly looked for my mother. Right there! I walked there quickly with a heavy backpack on my back. My mother took my hand and said sadly, "Why is your face so haggard?" ? I lost a lot of weight! "

When I got home, my father and grandmother hurried up to ask questions. My grandmother said anxiously, "Ah! Why are your eyes so dark? I must not have slept well. " "Then go to sleep for a while." My father agreed. My mother immediately poured me a cup of chrysanthemum tea. Holding a steaming cup in my hand, I feel very warm.

I came to the bedroom and my father had made the bed. I fell headlong on the bed, so tired! Unconsciously, I fell asleep. ...

I was woken up by my mother, and she said to me, "It's time for dinner. My mother cooked a table of your favorite dishes. Come and eat. " This nagging is so familiar and kind.

Sit down, wow! There are also braised crucian carp and pigeon soup ... so many delicious dishes that I swallowed in one gulp. My father, grandmother and mother all looked at me with a smile and said from time to time, "Eat more, eat more."

After supper, I went to my desk to do my homework. At this moment, my father brought me a cup of hot water. It was already dead of night when I was reviewing, and my mother handed me an apple. Apple is so sweet that it is sweet to my heart. ...

TV programs often show some homeless orphans. They are poor and can't feel the warmth of home. I feel sorry for them, too.

Some orphans have been sent to welfare homes, but are they warmer than home? What is warmer than home?

It's good to have friends.

It's good to have friends, so why meet each other and be afraid of strangers; When you first meet online, you may just want a spring breeze, but friends in space give you the whole spring.

Warm greetings, sincere concern, considerate understanding, original and incisive opinions and sincere enlightenment are all a kind of friendship that appreciates the sincere efforts of others.

When you are frustrated, talking to your intimate friends can help you get psychological counseling, otherwise this depression will make people sick. No medicine can cure heart disease unless you have a close friend. Because only to friends can we talk about our troubles and happiness. All the burdens that weigh on our hearts are shared by the shoulders of friendship.

A state of mind, a treasure, is loved and recognized by everyone, and the happiness enjoyed by this * * * is beyond words. You and I are both smiling between our fingers, and our spirits are clear.

It is an unforgettable pleasure brought by the feelings of close friends. A small space is like an unconstrained world. Everyone can listen to each other, encourage each other, comfort each other and show tenderness everywhere.

A friend is an umbrella. Without friends, it is like a person walking in the rain without an umbrella, but silently suffering from the pain in his heart. Friends are a kind of spiritual communication, and you may get unexpected happiness in the impact of language. Memories and imagination drove away loneliness, and a cavity of tenderness also fell to the ground. The balance of mind brings humility and tolerance, so human nature is good and the world is better.

Originally, the world should be like this. Every time my fingers tap the keyboard, it seems that the whole person is immersed in the fragrance of fragrant teas. It's good to have friends!

Friends are as touching as meeting a bosom friend, which makes people unforgettable for a long time.

The network gives us space, pick up your pen, let go of your clever brain, smear the most beautiful feelings in the network, communicate your feelings with me and activate your friendship with me. Let's be friends forever!

It's good to have the first time.

Passing by a man's wall, I looked up and saw a very strong grapefruit tree. Huge yellow-green grapefruit hangs heavily on the branches. The scenery is not very beautiful, but it is an autumn painting.

I am a commoner who grew up in the city and have never enjoyed rural life. Except papaya tree, all fruit-bearing fruit trees can only be seen in pictures, photos, TV and movies. Today, when I first saw this pomelo tree with such rich fruits, my heart was full of joy and novelty.

The first time was good, and the first time was wonderful. Think about it carefully: How many "firsts" in life are worth your low taste? How many "firsts" left an indelible impression on you?

A few years ago, my family raised a cage of ten sisters for the first time. When the mother bird gave birth to several delicate eggs smaller than her little finger for the first time, my children and I were eagerly waiting for the bird to hatch. One day, while we were having lunch, the child suddenly shouted, "The bird has hatched." I was surprised to walk to the front of the cage and saw that the so-called birds in the nest were just two small pink meatballs, only the rudiment of the bird, with only a few sparse hairs on its body, but its black eyes were particularly big. I saw the newly hatched chicks for the first time, but I found them ugly, so I couldn't eat them. However, when they grow up and have rich feathers, everything is concrete and tiny. I already have it all over my body, but it's very small. In the future, I like them better than those old birds.

It was amazing for the first time. I went camping for the first time, cooked for the first time, took the train for the first time, flew for the first time, saw the snow for the first time, and saw my work printed in type for the first time ... The first experience was not necessarily pleasant, but it was fresh and exciting and memorable.

The more firsts in life, the more colorful life will be. May you cherish your first time.