Recalling the sixth grade composition article 1 Under the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are crying in summer. Whenever I think of this song, I can't help thinking of my childhood.
My grandparents bought two ponds in the village when I was a child. I started playing in the pond my grandmother bought when I was seven or eight years old. I also had two companions, one called pig, the other called brother pig, and my name was cannon. The three of us have a group called Pig Horse Gun, which was named by my father. We learned to row, catch fish and feed at an early age. We are the smallest fishermen in the village, and the fishermen who live next to Grandpa's pond all praise us for our bravery and better rowing skills! ! ! ! ! !
Once, we helped grandpa catch fish in his pond, but grandpa couldn't catch it several times. Grandpa was so angry that he broke all the sticks. We see that the situation is not good. We put the boat on the shore and let grandpa go up first, so that we can catch it three times. Grandpa walked and didn't know what he was looking at. The three of us started off. We planned for a few minutes on the boat before we set off. First, we enclose the whole piece in the middle with fishing nets, and then we divide into two teams. One team drove the boat out in the middle, and the other team rowed a big boat outside to collect the fishing net. Because I am young, I am driving a boat to catch fish inside, and my little pig and brother are waiting for fish outside in a big boat. I walked casually on the boat for a while and ran here. When the pig saw me on the boat, he thought I was playing there, so he picked up the moss in the nearby pond and kneaded it into a ball. She aimed at my key, threw it hard and hit it right. I jumped up and fell into the pond, so I was covered with water. Piggy and her brother are still laughing on the boat. I immediately climbed into the boat and rubbed the key. I don't feel very painful. I immediately took a stick to catch fish. I was so scared that I lay prone on the boat. I stood up after the fish stopped jumping, and then I looked at them. The pig is rowing and his brother is collecting fishing nets. I collected a fishing net, as many as the stars in the sky at night. Piggy's expression is very difficult when he closes the net. When it was finally received, the pig tried to pull up the whole fishing net, but the fishing net was heavy and was dragged into the water. Piggy and I saw it and immediately took the bamboo. Fortunately, the fishing net in his hand is tied, otherwise he will be busy again. Piggy rowed the boat ashore and we came in with a fishing net. Grandma saw it and ran over with a confused face. She touched my brother and me on the head and said, "What's the matter? Why are you covered in water? " Grandpa came out and said, "Did you catch the fish?" Pig pointed to Brother Pig's hand and said, "Brother Pig has it." Grandpa said, "Just catch it. I am so angry, hey. " Grandma glared at grandpa and scolded him for a long time. Grandpa didn't say a word when he was scolded by his grandmother, just like a quiet handsome man.
Grandma's pond was a place where we laughed together when we were young. This is my childhood!
I think a lot these days. Memento mori, who was once in the collection, appeared in my mind one by one. I still remember that Ning Er and I "hung upside down" just to maintain a ten-year contract. Now think about it, we were so naive and ridiculous at that time. If I had taken a step back, I wouldn't have done this ... I suddenly felt very stingy and selfish, and I said I was leaving for a little thing. But there is no regret medicine in the world. ....
After I came back, my friends all said that I had changed and become indifferent and inaccessible. Actually, that's my disguise. Recently, because of some things, there has been a contradiction with the newcomers in the collection. Is it true that Meng Xue is no longer Meng Xue but another person?
Meng Xue's previous composition was not very good, but there were still so many cherry blossoms and tears to support me. I'm really touched. Returning after leaving for a year made me understand what friendship is and what true love is! ! A defiled friendship, as long as it is air-dried, is still so pure, graceful, gentle, beautiful, beautiful, butterfly, condensed ... thank you; A true fan will not stop paying attention because of the author's temporary absence, but will only wait silently for the author to appear. Sakura tears, thank you! ! Meng Xue really likes it here. It is here that I grew up and learned the true meaning of writing-writing is not for honor but for the person who wants to see you write, just for that "person". ......
On composition review, Meng Xue wants to say a word, that is, Meng Xue, as a "big editor", will not be human. Good is good, and bad is bad. Often when I read a composition, the first thing I look at is not the title, not the content, but the number of words and the grade. In my opinion, 600 words in grade six should reach 700 words in middle school (some compositions are special). Of course, the composition I review will hit the nail on the head instead of passing by, as long as it is me. Well, I told you, don't blame the baby for being cruel.
The novel The Last Doll is my first novel after I returned to China. Many people ask me if my previous novels are not very good. Why don't you write? In fact, the reason why I really don't write them is to forget the past and start over. People who are familiar with me will find that my hair will change because of the exam results. Do you know why? Maybe it's pride in my heart I take my most precious hair as a gift, the exam is a casino, and the result is the result. If I fail in the exam, I will use it to cut my hair. If I do well in the exam, I will keep it, but I will do the same after I leave. I just want to start over and be a brand-new myself. Well, it's strange to say hello to everyone (hello, I'm Zi Xue).
In the future, Meng Xue will recall new ways to write compositions and novels. Thanks for your support. Thank you! !
Every time I see the scorching sun in the sky, I will think of the scene at that time ... in the hot summer, my friends and I played barefoot in the mud.
Just as we were flying with our feet spread out like ponies, the voice of "Cleisthenes" came from a distance. We followed the sound and took a closer look. It turned out to be a big cow, which I have never seen before. I can't wait to lean up and see what it looks like.
I stood face to face with Daniel and watched him eat grass. As soon as its tongue rolls, the grass is sent into its mouth, and its upper and lower teeth are staggered to chew it into powder. Two big ears and a long tail flapping mosquitoes and flies, stretching their necks from time to time, a carefree look, I was fascinated, simply, I also want to "be a little shepherd boy", anyway, all cows are honest!
I kicked my foot and jumped on the cow's back. Who knew that the cow actually danced "break dance"? I grabbed the cow's back tightly and shouted, "Help! Help! " After a few minutes, Daniel gradually stopped, as if realizing that I wouldn't bring danger to him. Jumping down in shock, it seems that I can't be a "matador", so I'd better be a "tauren"!
I skillfully broke off some willow branches, twisted them into a rope, and put the rope trembling into a cow's nose. It's getting hotter and hotter, and I sweat more and more. In a short time, it was "a river" Finally, the rope went through. I took the rope carefully and walked forward. I thought this big cow, which is better than "Red Bull", would stand in the same place like a telephone pole, but it was slow.
-moo "cried, this voice is rich and varied, with a touch of closeness in it, including the voice of friendship! This is a trust in my best friend. Gradually, the sun went down, and we disappeared side by side in the boundless twilight.
The good days of childhood are gone forever. Although Daniel never met again, and the running water of memory failed to wash it away, it will remain in our memory forever!
I think we all took pictures! Those beautiful photos are your fond memories.
I remember once, when I was tidying up my room, I suddenly dropped a photo from my photo album. I bent down and treated the photo carefully, as if I were picking up a treasure. When I saw the photo, I couldn't help laughing, because it was so interesting, with childhood happiness.
At that time, I was in kindergarten, and after school, my mother came to take me home. Because she wanted to drink milk, my mother had no choice but to buy a bag of milk powder. When I got home, my mother made me a glass of milk. I wolfed the milk into my stomach and remembered that there was a picture of a cow on the milk bag.
Before long, my mother bought a bag of washing powder and put it on the table and left. I can't help running out of the room to drink milk. Seeing a picture of a cat on the bag, I thought: last time there was a picture of a cow on the milk bag, it was called milk; This time there is a picture of a cat on the bag. Is this called cat milk? Greetings flashed in my mind one after another. Forget it, whether it's milk or cat milk, make a cup and try it! Hey! Strange, how can milk produce bubbles of the same size? Hum! That's it! I only heard a bang, and the cat's milk went into my stomach. Suddenly, I felt dizzy. My mother asked, "What's the matter with you?" "I drank cat milk." I pointed to "milk" and said. My mother smiled and took me to the hospital for gastric lavage. She said to me, "You! This little rascal knows to get me into trouble. It's not cat milk on the table, it's laundry. How can you drink it as milk? Really, you really make me laugh and cry! Little naughty bag! " Mother stroked my head and said. My mother and I are immersed in happiness!
This photo contains a lot of happiness, which is my wonderful childhood memory! "
Recalling the fifth article of the sixth grade composition, the autumn rain continued, accompanied by a breeze to send a little coolness. I was walking on my way home, and the faint sweet-scented osmanthus came to my face, which inadvertently stained my thoughts and memories.
I remember a year ago, it was rainy, and it was so cold. The news that grandma's condition has deteriorated is like a bolt from the blue, which makes the whole family heartbroken. Aunt came back, uncle came back, uncle and brother-in-law came back, and relatives at home came back from all directions. Those relatives who know and don't know are waiting for grandma together, waiting for the last few days of her life.
The days that followed were anxious and busy. Grandma can't sleep, can't turn over, can't sit up and can't even pick up the cup. My father and aunts have been taking care of her. Grandma, who suffered from illness, seemed to be ten years older overnight, and her weak body became bony. Several times, I saw my father go out of the room and quietly wipe his tears.
Grandma occasionally looks at me quietly when she is in good spirits, and her eyes are still so gentle and kind. I gently rubbed her hand, and the layers of calluses and deep wrinkles seemed to tell something, but everything seemed to be silent.
Grandma has a daughter, Si Er, who is frugal all her life. No matter how hard her life is, she often meets relatives and friends who are in trouble. Grandma does everything by herself. When she is ill, she often feels guilty for delaying the children's work. Every New Year, grandma is busy in the kitchen early, frying a large pot of tofu brain, wrapping a large pot of zongzi, and then dividing it into several portions for fear of leaving a child behind. Although I have left the countryside for decades, my grandmother's hardworking quality has not changed. Grandma loves flowers, and the roof is covered with all kinds of flowers and vegetables. It's always in the early morning, my grandparents will carefully play with the flowers and plants that she regards as treasures. In the blooming season, grandma picked the biggest and brightest flowers and put them on my head, which made me bear the fragrance of flowers, fragrance all the way. Grandma likes to watch me wolf down her cooking. Mom said that when I was born, my grandmother in her sixties sewed diapers and quilts by herself.
I can vividly remember every bit of my growth, but my fragile life has gradually come to an end. I really hope that God can make my grandmother suffer less. I really hope that time can stay even one more minute. I really hope that the pain in front of me is a joke of God. Just thinking, thinking, the line of sight gradually blurred.
Autumn wind, rolled leaves and stories scattered in time slowly fade away. My grandmother, who loves me the most, finally returned to the land where she was born. Life is like a season of flowers blooming and falling, accompanied by the sweetness of flowers blooming and the pain of flowers falling. Now I miss my grandmother. Hua Song is my courage and upward strength. Because I know that grandma didn't actually leave. She watched me grow and bloom in another world and watched me pursue my dreams.
The winter vacation is coming again. Think about those years that have already passed away.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and time is like that drop by drop of water, which is gone forever. In a long and short life, the most elusive thing is youth, and the most transparent thing is childhood.
The childhood sky was covered with light blue smooth cellophane, which blocked the noise and dust from the outside world and simply stared at the tile blue overhead. Childhood is innocent.
My childhood passed quickly. In a blink of an eye, I changed from a naive little girl to a girl who is not sensible. Trivial worries once again fell on my mind, with a little melancholy and sadness, the door of my long forgotten memory was opened again, as if I had returned to a few years ago. ...
When I was a child, I especially liked to eat candied haws, round hawthorn with red luster, and sparkling rock sugar seemed to glow with golden light. The seductive smell is always unforgettable. As soon as I smell it, my saliva will involuntarily flow out. ...
I don't know which day, my mother went out to buy food. I tossed and turned at home, and my appetite came again, so I rummaged through a bunch of candied haws. The stick of this sugar-coated gourd is so long that I can't reach it on tiptoe. After thinking for a moment, I made a great decision. I moved to the bench, stepped on it carefully, and said to the "damn" candied haws in my heart, "Hum, what's so great about candied haws? I am taller now, see how I can clean you up! " I said, and gave the candied haws a big bite, but I still didn't get it. I really want to eat candied haws. I jumped hard and fell off the bench. I didn't eat the candied haws and had a big party. Just then, my mother came back, and when she saw my mess, she seemed to understand. She snorted and smiled. I cocked my mouth and, for some reason, burst into tears. I can't stand what happened later, but I still like to eat candied haws. Synthetic material
Years have lost their original appearance bit by bit, which makes people no longer transparent and simple, and also makes us lose our innocent childhood inadvertently, but the memory of childhood will not be erased. Whenever I see candied haws, I will think of this past and my colorful childhood.
Recalling the days when flowers bloomed and dreams struggled ... they gradually declined under the polishing of time. Will we still be us? Will time dilute all this? I'm really sorry. Will we go back to the original point next time we meet? -Inscription.
Play for a long time, the shadow of youth has been buried in every corner of the campus. We fight together. We sat in the classroom in groups and talked about our graduation plans, our difficult smiles, our stumbling efforts and pains along the way. From the beginning to the present, we are growing up slowly when we are about to graduate, and we are so wonderful when we are about to graduate. Those memories on campus make me want to write thoroughly. I really want to speak loudly on the stage that belongs to us, the dream that we have struggled for a long time, our passionate strength and firm belief. Let's stop for our dreams together. In those youthful days, we had no choice but to be happy, committed, lost, grateful, depressed, kind and brave, and bring our dreams into our hearts. Graduation is coming soon, and I really can't bear to look back on the good old days. After all, classmates have been together for six years. They have been affectionate, cried and laughed together, and have gone through ups and downs for six years. ...
A song echoed in my ear, "friends have been together all their lives, and those days are gone." A word for life, a glass of wine for life. Friends are never alone. If you are friends, you will understand. There is pain, I have to go, I ... "
Six years seems to have passed in an instant. We are destined to be apart, but why should we get to know each other? Last spring outing, last sports meeting, all the bits and pieces are still fresh in my memory. We cherish each other and cherish our friendship. Thinking of the days when I got along with my classmates, how much I didn't want to be separated from them. For six years, I have been attending classes, doing homework, playing, making progress and experiencing setbacks with them. Their ears echoed with laughter, and their smiling faces kept emerging. How could I forget?
Graduation tastes like a broken kite. Wandering in the sky alone. Although it was wide in You Lan that day, the disconnected one was different and had to fend for itself.
Graduation tastes like a cup of bitter coffee. Although you can add some sugar, it still makes people feel haggard. The past can't be chased, let it blow cold. ...
Graduation makes people cry, graduation makes people cry, graduation makes people feel sad, graduation makes friendship cut off, and graduation makes us have to part. . .
Graduation tastes like reeds dancing in the wind.
The taste of graduation is like pepper, which makes people cry.
Recalling the sixth grade composition 8 childhood is like a bird flying in the blue sky, 66 carefree and free; Childhood is like a rainbow after rain, beautiful, happy and short; Childhood is as pure as winter snow. Whenever I recall my childhood, I can't help feeling happy.
I remember one day when I was four years old, my father solemnly said to me, "In the evening, a very learned uncle came to our house for dinner. Don't make a fool of yourself! " "ok!" I am very excited and feel that I have got a good opportunity to show my talents. I can't miss it.
In the evening, my uncle came, and when I saw it, I was really learned: wearing a straight suit and tie, I looked like a doctor. I ran to my bookcase in three steps and found a very thick book. I sat next to my uncle with a book, and I sneezed on purpose to attract my uncle's attention.
Who knows that he was talking with his father in full swing and didn't notice me at all. This is a little vanity in my work. At that time, I couldn't even write, let alone read! Finally, after I tried my best, my uncle fixed his eyes on me and said, "It's rare. Little Lun Lun is great! I will study, and I will have a future when I grow up! " I am proud, but my father is snickering. I glanced at my father and shook my head more proudly, as if to say that I finally had a showdown.
Uncle came over with great interest and said, "Let me have a look. What are you looking at? " I'm even more proud. Give him the book quickly. My uncle laughed when he saw it. I laughed so hard that I couldn't understand. "Little Lun Lun, you've got the book backwards!" Uncle said. At this time, my father also laughed at the side. "My children are like this, they love to show off their talents ..." When I heard this, my face turned red and white, and I shyly hid behind my mother ... But I did have a strange love for books from then on.
The interesting things in my childhood are like the stars in the sky, which makes me remember them vividly. Twenty years later, it will shine like a gem.
I'm still in Grade Five at Xitang Primary School. But now I study in Nanshan Primary School. ...
I still remember when my parents decided to move, I immediately opposed it. Why? Because I don't want to leave Xitang! I begged my mother to at least let me stay until graduation, because I didn't want to lose my dearest friend, my favorite teacher and the whole Xitang. ...
Every day in Xitang is my happiest day! I don't understand! Does mom have to make me so miserable? At that time, I seemed to be falling apart ... I really don't understand! Why? Don't let my last year in Xitang … OK?
Xitang used to be a strange place for me. But now, it is a place that makes me want to stay. I hate myself for not grasping the time in Xitang, which is precious to me. ...
Until the summer vacation, I thought about it carefully! My mood has gradually stabilized, I am no longer sad or desperate, so I will face the future with a normal heart and move towards the future.
Just transferred to Nanshan, I am a little strange to this place, but after getting along for a long time, I also found that my classmates are very kind to me! They will help me move towards the future and give me more support on the way forward. I really appreciate them. Even with those sad past … I will still cheer, because no matter Xitang or Nanshan, everyone is the source of my motivation! I hope I will be happier in the future!