Sixth grade growth composition

No matter in school or in society, many people have had the experience of writing and are familiar with it. With the help of words, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. What is the composition you have seen? The following are five sixth-grade growth compositions I compiled for you, for reference only. Let's have a look.

In a blink of an eye, I have been in the sixth grade of primary school, but I always think back to my studies in kindergarten. Although I didn't know how to read at that time, those beautiful pictures always attracted me deeply.

Later, I went to the first grade of primary school. The first thing the teacher taught us was Chinese Pinyin. The sounds "b, d, p, q, f, t" keep spinning in my mouth. Both "B" and "D" have two semicircles. I always mispronounce twins together, and I complain bitterly. After mastering the knowledge of pinyin skillfully, you can read the book of phonetic notation. But many words can be read without understanding its meaning. At this time, my father taught me another magic weapon: this magic weapon can not only teach me pronunciation and word formation, but also teach me to understand the meaning of words, that is, the dictionary. Thus, the dictionary, like a silent teacher, opened the way for me to read. On the way to literacy, I also made a lot of jokes.

I remember one day in the first grade of primary school, I was reading a story book called "stingy pig". When I read "stingy", I didn't know the meaning of the word, so I rushed over to ask my father who was watching TV, "Dad, what does this word mean?" Dad asked me if I could understand, and said happily, "This word means stingy." I jumped back to my room as if I had got something precious.

In the evening, my sister's family came to my house for dinner. Mother likes her sister very much, so she gave her the best chicken wings first, then divided them one by one, and finally it was my turn. I see that my chicken wings are only one third of my sister's, and there are bigger chicken wings in the bowl. I was very unhappy, so I stood up and shouted, "Mom is so neat (stingy)!" " Everyone froze and looked at me in surprise. Dad asked, "What do you mean by' flush with the wall'?" I am proud to say, "it means stingy!" " "My father suddenly realized, followed by a burst of laughter, which lasted for five minutes in my memory. Father finally said: "silly goose, this word is pronounced' stingy (Lin) stingy (se)# 39；; ! "Hear dad, the family also laughed. I blushed, bowed my head and ran into the room, took out the book that made me look stupid, and marked "stingy" with pinyin.

Later, in the process of understanding Chinese characters, I slowly found that Chinese characters are actually very interesting. You can guess the meaning of some words just by looking at the font. For example, "crooked" is composed of "not" and "positive", which means "incorrect". Another example is the word "no", which consists of "no" and "use", meaning "no need". This kind of recognition is so interesting.

As I get older, I know more and more words, and I can write more and more words. So, my father sent me to learn calligraphy. At first, I only learned to draw horizontally and vertically. After a month, I learned all the strokes. In order to practice these basic skills, I have invested a lot of time. Practice at the teacher's house, at home, during the day, at night ... no pains, no gains. The time I invested laid a good foundation for my calligraphy. I also slowly learned to appreciate famous calligraphy works. Yan Zhenqing's majestic regular script, Zhang Menglong's heroic inscription, graceful and elegant Cao Quanbei and Mi Fei's leisurely and happy running script are like beautiful scrolls. The words on the scroll are sometimes as light as a feather, sometimes as heavy as Mount Tai, sometimes as weak as a spring, and sometimes as agile as a dragon, which makes me intoxicated.

With the increase of literacy, my reading has also increased.

When I was a child, I loved listening to my father tell beautiful stories and reciting Tang poetry and Song poetry with him. I can't get tired of reading poems such as Singing Goose and Spring Dawn. Now, I like to sit quietly at the table reading and savor the charm of words. Every word, like a spirit full of aura, dances happily on the paper; Every sentence is like a spring of spirit, flowing out of books and soaking into my heart, enriching my thoughts and shaping my character.

I will continue to study and grow in the fragrance of calligraphy and ink painting in the future. I believe the scenery on the road will be beautiful!

Time flies like an arrow, which is irreversible. We have all experienced children, innocent and lovely childhood, and even ten years of study life. In a blink of an eye, five years of primary school life is finally like climbing a mountain, climbing over the "foot of the mountain" of primary school life and entering the "mountainside" of junior high school. The former partner had to go their separate ways, and the former partner was cut open with a sharp knife. Please remember that we used to be two small trees studying side by side.

Maybe after a few years or even longer, when we open the records of our classmates in primary school and our exercise books, we will point and say, "Look, this is the composition I wrote when I was a child. He is my good friend and his study is the best. This man was short at that time, and I don't know what will happen now. Maybe after a few years, your impression of your classmates will be blurred in your mind. Ordinary students will always be forgotten, but those who are impressed by you may never be forgotten.

Opening the graduation folder that I received when I graduated from kindergarten also opened my memory of kindergarten: there was a photo of me sitting on a blue inflatable animal with a lollipop in my hand. I had a good time and my face was full of smiles. But now this inflatable animal has become old and dirty. The dust of the years covered his melancholy appearance. He had heard laughter, and the smiling face he had seen told her identity and his own experience. Turning over another page has also turned over another part of my memory. I am wearing a basic color sportswear and holding a softball in my hand. It says: Wang, a little softball star. Yes, the orange skirt is still in my house. His orange has gone out, revealing its original color. The cotton thread was so tangled that it broke in many places that it became a beggar's costume. I turned to my favorite photo in primary school. Behind me is a climber. I used to struggle in this place, fall down in this place, cry in this place, and lose myself in this place ... I used to think that this climber must be the scariest in the world, but I met many more exciting things. Now I can climb up easily. What a brilliant smile I had at that time! At that time, with the efforts of parents and teachers, I climbed to the top for the first time. I'm afraid to climb halfway. My mother tried to cheer me up. I plucked up my courage and took a step forward. The teacher pushed me up and I climbed a lot. I was really scared when I got to the back. My mother said, "Let me help you." My mother gave me a push and I finally got up. I became the first 5-year-old child in kindergarten to climb to the top. Open the picture I have seen countless times again. This is a photo that I will never forget. At that time, I first entered the sacred primary school. I was full of curiosity and fear. When I really stepped in, I felt the pride and pride I had never felt before. Yes, from then on, I stepped into the sacred temple of primary school. Open another picture. This one was taken by me in the third grade. At that time, Niu Kesi had not left us. How young I was then! How cute I am! In this way, primary school life will soon pass, come on, junior high school life!

In spring, the sun sat on a green leaf, watching the grass stretch, waking up from sleep, and a crystal dew was thrown to the ground before it could dodge. The flowers in the grass also looked up and smiled at the first sunshine in spring. Good weather always makes people feel happy, just like I do now. I got up early in the morning because my brother and I made an appointment to climb the rope in the children's park. I don't want to miss such good sunshine and beautiful scenery. Climbing rope is to weave a large net with rope, tie the net between two bridge piles and connect the broken bridges. If you want to cross the bridge, you must cross the cable bridge. I used to watch others play this game. Today, I stood on the bridge, feeling weak at my feet, as if I had no landing. I don't think I have acrophobia like my mother. Seeing other children running quickly from the rope, I was envious and scared.

My mother, aunt and grandmother always encouraged me, and my brother showed me step by step. Finally, I staggered on the rope. But the rope kept shaking, so I had to climb forward with my hands and feet, and I was already sweating when I climbed to the opposite side. With the first attempt, I was relieved of my fear, and it was much easier to walk again, and my movements were not so ugly. Soon I can walk freely on the rope like others, and my brother and I are chasing happily on the small rope bridge. How time flies! When I reluctantly left the park, I looked up and saw the sun sitting on the green leaves, warm, as if to say to me: "You are great!" " Seasonal cycle, I also grow in every spring. Sunshine is with me, and it also records every challenge I have to overcome myself.

A good family style is like a spring breeze, nourishing my soul all the way, like a clear spring scouring my soul.

As the saying goes, a mother can change 75% of the genes in a family. I am glad that I have a mother full of wisdom and positive energy. I have been listening to Four Great Classical Novels's classic stories, wonderful fairy tales and traditional China folklore in my mother's arms since I was a child. She enriched my knowledge, broadened my horizons and mind, and benefited me a lot.

I once had an old lady who was too old, had no teeth and could not walk. Mother always peels loquat, litchi and other fruits before giving them to Artest. Every day, no matter how late I get off work, my mother helps Mrs. A wash her face and feet. I saw it in my eyes and silently thought: I will also be filial to my mother in the future.

Once, it was so cold that the road was frozen. My mother and I saw a beggar curled up under a tree by the roadside. My mother immediately bought two steamed buns for me to take to him. I was embarrassed to walk over, but my mother said seriously, "If he has nothing to eat in such a cold day, he will really freeze to death." We are doing good deeds, so we should face others' eyes calmly. "I immediately summoned up the courage to give the steamed bread to the beggar.

My mother's words and deeds have influenced me everywhere, giving me the ability to distinguish right from wrong and understand the truth of being a man.

I also have an uncle, high flyers, who is a doctor from Swiss Federal Institute of Technology in Zurich. Although I feel a lot of pressure compared with him, I have always been proud of him and followed his example.

With such excellent elders at home, I believe I can grow into a knowledgeable, caring and energetic person.

Facing the vast world and self-growth, we often have many feelings: when we see cactus standing upright in the desert, we can feel tenacious vitality; When you see the flowers wither, you can feel the shortness of life; Seeing climbers climbing upwards, we can feel how to face setbacks.

The little spider I emphasized made me realize: Look, it struggled to climb up, but after a while it fell, climbed up, fell down again, climbed up and fell down again? Although it always falls, it still tries to get up. I climbed for a long time, but I didn't find the end. Its climbing speed is obviously much slower. If I were it, I would think: I can't climb this wall, so I'd better give up. But this little spider doesn't want to give up at all. It persisted and kept climbing. Finally, it climbed to the top, where it carefully woven a net, and then it went to one side and hid. After a while, a bug flew over, probably didn't look at the road, and bumped into the web woven by the little spider. No matter how hard it struggles, it cannot escape. When the little spider saw it, he immediately climbed over and had a delicious meal.

I learned from the incident of the little spider that there must be a rainbow after the storm. No matter what a person does, as long as he persists, he will surely achieve something.

In life, not only a little spider can give us feelings, but it can also give us feelings when we see flowers wither.

Flowers will wither in autumn and revive in spring. From spring to autumn, it takes only a few months to cultivate their fragrance. They bring fragrance to people, but they will wither again in autumn. They know that their lives are short, but they completely ignore them. Only in these short months did they spread the fragrance.

From this incident, I realized that life is short and we need to cherish it.

There are still many things in life that can make us deeply moved. Let's find them with our eyes and feel everything in life with our hearts!