Kite sixth grade narrative composition 1 Spring has come, everything has awakened and everything has become brand-new. And we also have an impulsive idea in spring: want to fly and want to be free. On the green grass, spread your feet and open your arms, and the earth is where you belong. Take your beloved kite and run freely!
One day in spring, I came to Shanghai. There is a beach there. Although it is not very big, the water is blue and the sky is wide. People always like to rest there. I walked onto the observation deck, and a large piece of transparent glass separated me from this beautiful sea. Low body, overlooking, overlooking, people on the beach, pick up their kites, along the long beach, holding long lines, they fly and fly. Those lovely kites finally flew into the blue sky. Some fly, some stay in mid-air, and some become very small. ...
They want to fly and hug, but it's not up to them. It wants to fly, but the wind has stopped. It wants to fly, but the kite-flying man is tired. It wants to fly, but the line is broken. On the beach, kites are jumping one after another, and people are running and pulling. Some people are running barefoot, some are smiling, and some are looking up. ...
The weather is unpredictable, the rain is untimely, and the colorful kites in the sky are scattered and taken back. However, there is a boy of seventeen or eighteen who is running on the beach. Of course, the kite is quite successful. It flies very high. It is black, like a black elf. His tenacious spirit is amazing. If a kite dares to resist the wind and rain, it needs the strength of its owner. At this time, the wind stopped, the rain stopped, and the leaves did not move. The boy ran to make the kite fly.
Really, when I wanted to shout "Come on", the kite fell proudly. The little boy who was soaked to the skin stared blankly at the kite hanging from the branch. After a while, the sunshine came out again like a joke. Spring breeze people quietly raised their handkerchiefs and blew and blew, and the stranded kite set sail again, flying higher and higher. ...
Kite sixth grade narrative composition 2 sunny, white clouds and blue sky blurred. A song floating in the wind: "fly!" Fly! Fly to heaven! "
A sunny afternoon. The wind is blowing slowly. On the grass, I bought a kite on a whim and ran with the wind. I keep running, jumping and relaxing by the power of the wind, hoping to make the kite fly high and far. However, no matter how excited I am, it is indifferent and makes me a little lonely.
After a short rest, the wind became stronger and I decided to try again. Facing the wind, I set the line while running, hoping that the thin line can pass on my pride to the kite and make it soar in the sky like a bird. My sweat keeps falling because of passion, from my hair to my cheeks, from my cheeks to my chin, and then from my chin to the soil, nourishing the earth. Kites are also fearless because of my efforts. No matter whether there are other obstacles in the sky, it just flies higher and higher until I lie on the ground weakly and enjoy the joy of success.
In my mind, the kite is still hovering, sometimes high, sometimes low, without purpose and direction. For me, it is attractive and absolute, leading me into the world of the sky. My eyes began to blur, slowly, gradually ...
When I woke up, I was the one who caught my eye. I got up and left with a kite in my hand, accompanied by a smile on my lips.
Teacher's comments:
The author's article, like a kite, floats naturally with the right airflow, calm and without any effort. Like water, it flows from the source to the small pond. A light and pleasant article.
The sixth grade narrative composition of Kite 3 is "It's another March 3, and kites are flying all over the sky". When you hear melodious songs, you will know that this is the season for flying kites. On Friday afternoon, our sixth-grade classmates held a kite-flying activity. As soon as the teacher said "fly kites in the playground", the students immediately walked out of the classroom and lined up. Like a flock of flying birds, we came to the wide playground happily. On the green lawn, everyone rushed to show their flying skills. In an instant, colorful kites were flying in the blue sky. There are lovely little swallows; A big dragonfly with a protruding eye; There are colorful butterflies; There are eagles soaring; Big centipedes with long tails ... I really envy them when they watch their kites rise a little.
Of course, I am not willing to lag behind, so I quickly took out my big three-horned fish kite and prepared to compete with my classmates. I couldn't restrain my excitement and threw it out with the wind, thinking, look how high my kite flies. Unexpectedly, I flew again and again, but I fell again and again. I am anxious, sweating and depressed. Later, under the guidance of my teacher, my kite flew high and higher. So, I slowly let out the long line in my hand and kept rotating with the spool. Later, my kite actually surpassed other students and "flew" steadily in the colorful sky, drawing a beautiful arc for the sky, with a long tail floating behind it. I am proud and excited about my kite flying in the air. But it didn't last long. The kite with the plane pattern next to it "fought" with my kite because of the influence of the wind direction. My kite fell like a bullet. I quickly closed the line and finally got rid of the entanglement of the plane kite. Continue to let go of the long line, my kite was far ahead. ...
Queued back to the classroom, I walked back step by step, but I was reluctant to fly a kite. ...
Alas! No matter how happy the activity is, it's time to finish school. I had to withdraw the thread bit by bit reluctantly. Seeing their kites, they said "thank you", and then everyone lined up to go back to the classroom.
This Sunday, the sun is shining and there are no clouds in Wan Li. Some birds are flying in the blue sky. The teacher led everyone to fly kites happily in Sanshui Park. Ah! It's really lively here, with fitness, play and running. We found a clearing and started flying kites.
The students began to act in small groups. At first, I thought flying kites was easy. I asked my partner to hold the kite high and let me run with the kite string. When she said "yes", I rushed forward at once, and the kite quickly flew into the blue sky. My companion and I cheered happily, but it didn't last long. Kites are like rolling waves in the sea. The kite fell headlong, and our mood was very lost. This scene made us dumbfounded and we were a little discouraged. Just then, I remembered a famous saying: failure is the mother of success. I thought, "I can't lose heart. I must continue to work hard. I believe that kites will fly to the sky. " So I confidently prepared to fly a kite for the second time, but the kite fell again. At this time, the teacher came to us. I asked the teacher, "Teacher, why did my kite fly to the sky, but it didn't fly for a while and then fell?" The teacher said to me earnestly, "You can see if your wind direction is correct or if the wind has weakened." I nodded my head. My partner and I learned a lesson, summed up the experience and found the reason: it turned out that we were looking for the wrong wind direction. We regrouped and prepared for the third flight. This time I set the line while running, and the kite flew very high. I hold the balance in my hand, and the kite flies steadily, like an eagle spreading its wings. My companion and I are jumping and jumping, so happy!
Today, I feel the joy of "children coming back from school early and flying kites in the east wind". I really hope I can fly kites happily every day in the future.
It was another sunny weekend, and we made an appointment with our sister to fly kites together.
Just out of the car door, I ran into a breeze, enjoying the blue sky and white clouds, clear water and green trees, and came to the lawn to meet my sister with a good mood.
After a brief greeting, we increased our interest and flew kites. At first, it was just my father who put it on, but then I couldn't put it on anymore. I couldn't bear to watch it, so I ran away with my kite.
"untie the rope, untie the rope!" Dad is in command. As soon as I heard this, I was in a hurry to release the rope. After a while, the kite fell, like a fallen leaf fluttering in the wind and falling slowly.
I don't admit defeat. There is a second "experiment". Let go of the rope bit by bit, and I run step by step. The kite flies higher and higher, but my strength is getting smaller and smaller. Finally, I stopped running, and the kite stopped in mid-air. Just when I was full of joy and wanted to show off, the kite gradually fell again. This time the kite seems to be laughing at me: "Don't bother, the kite can't fly!" " "
Even so, I didn't give up and tried many ways: flying kites by relay, jogging, flying kites by short rope … but all ended in failure.
After a long time, a gust of wind brushed my depressed cheek. "Sun Yi, look!" Dad shouted. I turned around and found that the kite I couldn't afford to fly appeared in the air, but my father didn't need to run like me. "When the wind is strong, kites will naturally fly." Dad saw me puzzled and said. Oh, it turned out that the naughty uncle Feng was playing tricks, and it suddenly dawned on me.
It seems that it is not enough to have time to persist, but also to have the right time and find the right time, and the possibility of success will be greater.
Kite sixth grade narrative composition 6 In the afternoon, Class 2 will begin to hold a kite-flying competition of "Colorful Childhood Flying Dreams". I can only be regarded as a novice kite-flying, and of course I can't represent my class in school competitions. So, we met several little girls and went to the playground to practice after dinner.
"Fly a kite!" As soon as the dessert plate was put down, Xiaoyan's cheers reached my ears. Then, Xiaoqiu also ran away with a kite. That's a colorful phoenix! Those flapping wings seem eager to fly into the air, showing how unique her beauty is.
Arriving at the playground, Xiaojie helped Xiaoqiu set up a kite. Xiaoqiu ran for a while, and the kite had already flown into the air. Xiaoqiu ran in the same place, and the kite fell like a bird with an arrow in it. Xiaoyan saw it and quickly took over, but she was still defeated. A boy couldn't stand it, so he took the initiative to tell us the trick of flying kites: fly when there is wind, fly when there is wind, and pull when there is no wind. This is really a trick. Our kite finally flies higher than the teaching building.
Now it's my turn. Actually, I can't fly a kite. My heart is empty! But Xiaoyan was so enthusiastic that she had no choice but to go to bed. "1-2-3-", as Xiaoyan counted, my heart was pounding, and then my throat was dry. Finally, I set off holding the spool in one hand and holding the kite string high in the other. Gradually, I feel that the thread in my hand is getting stronger and stronger, but I dare not look back. I'm afraid that when I turn around, the kite will fall headlong like last time, so all previous efforts will be in vain.
I'm glad that I can finally fly a kite. This is the first time I personally sent a kite into the blue sky. It turns out that success is only possible if you have courage and dare to practice. It turns out that "practice makes true knowledge" is the truth!
The sixth-grade narrative composition of Kite 7 "Children come back early from school and are busy flying kites in the east wind" is a poem that everyone must be familiar with. With the coming of spring, our school has launched a new activity-flying kites.
April 4th is our sixth grade kite festival. In the morning, it was breezy in Xu Lai, and I came to school with great expectation. When I entered the classroom, I had forgotten to read early and always wanted to fly a kite. The joy and excitement of Kite Festival is hard to hide. Not long after, Teacher Liu came into the classroom and said with a smile, "Students, let's fly kites together!" " "The whole class broke into deafening cheers.
When we came to the playground, the students immediately dismissed, and I ran to the opposite side with a kite. I started flying kites. I ran with a kite in one hand and a thread in the other, but the kite fell before it could fly. But I am not discouraged, I am still full of confidence. Then I tried it several times, maybe I didn't play it often, so I had no experience. I failed. Finally, once, my kite flew. Although I didn't fly high, it gave me motivation. So, I plucked up my courage and tried again. After previous failures, I have mastered many essentials of flying kites. I'm biding my time. After a while, the wind suddenly became very strong. At this time, I stood against the wind, with a kite in my hand, and started running. Then I push the kite into the sky, then I put the thread away, and at the same time I have to pull the thread away. Kites fly happily against the wind, and I ride happily in the wind. I saw my kite hanging high in the air, and my heart was full of sweetness and a sense of accomplishment.
One kite after another in the sky seems to have countless stars at night. The teachers watching from the sidelines, I don't know when, actually jumped up with a few classmates, and they looked childlike!
Although the Kite Festival ended soon, this short time left us with beautiful, pure and profound memories.
Kite sixth grade narrative composition 8 "In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early and were busy flying kites in the east wind. " This is a famous poem. Spring is indeed a season suitable for flying kites. Therefore, our school also launched the "Kite Festival", let's make our own kites and fly them. As soon as the teacher announced the news, all the students were eager to try, thinking it was an opportunity to show their talents.
When I got home, I finished my homework quickly and couldn't wait to start writing. As the saying goes, "everything is difficult at the beginning." When I really started flying kites, I was in trouble, because it was my first time to fly kites. So, my father became my consultant. He said, and I did. After my father's explanation, I realized that ordinary kites usually take bamboo as the skeleton and paper as the meat. Cut bamboo into bamboo pieces and use the toughness of bamboo pieces as the skeleton of the kite. I made a triangular skeleton. However, the skeleton I tied is always asymmetrical, and the thread left by the knot is too long, which makes my head sweat. With the help of my father, I finally made a kite skeleton that satisfied me. Next, I put the prepared rice paper on the skeleton, and then tied it to the thread, and the kite was finished.
The next day, when I came to school, I heard chatting outside the classroom. When I walked into the classroom, I saw three or five students get together, talking loudly and showing off their kites. The shapes of kites are also varied: some students cut kites into the shape of eagles with newspapers; Some students made a diamond-shaped kite out of oiled paper and bamboo sticks ..... It's really varied.
On Friday, the students brought their kites. Everyone is very excited. Some students can't even wait to fly kites in the playground early in the morning. The time has finally come. Let's spread the kite and put it on the bracket. Step out of the classroom and line up. The teacher took us to the playground. As soon as we got to the playground, everyone dispersed. I started flying. I held the center pole at the back of the kite in one hand, lifted the kite over my head and leaned forward. Then I pushed the kite into the air. After running a short distance, I began to pay off the line. I run faster and faster, and the kite is higher and higher. My steps gradually slowed down. I pulled the string to keep the kite balanced in the air. I am proud to see kites flying freely in the sky.
All kinds of kites are amazing at this time. There are golden yellow "birds", fierce "sharks" and black "bats" flying in the air. They are still playing in the sky. The smiling face on the ground is cheering for the kite in the air, and the little kite is flying high with our fantasies and hopes. The teacher filmed this wonderful moment for the children. Happy times always pass quickly. At that time, we had to put away our kites and reluctantly leave the playground.
On this "Kite Festival", everyone had a good time. I wish I could play again!