I still remember when we were childish in the first grade, but now we are all young teenagers. How time flies! I seem to have forgotten myself and you six years ago over the years.
This year, we are going to separate. Will you remember who I am? Maybe you will forget, but even so, I will remember that we cried together, laughed together, and survived the heavy rain and the scorching sun together.
Too many of our memories will stay here. I don't know which middle school you will go to, but I don't think we will ever be apart. It is you who let me know real friends and experience real friendship.
There are so many people I love here that I can't bear to leave them. Maybe one day, I will hum "there is a cool person in our class." She has iron teeth and copper teeth, and her walking stick is a little thick, which makes others unable to walk. " . . Then, cry silently, hiding in the quilt and crying.
Even though we are thousands of miles apart, I will still remember that I have a group of classmates fooling around. They are called "friends".
I don't love this school and I don't love this class. I like the people sitting in this classroom. I am a sixth-grade student, and I know that all good things must come to an end. However, everyone will take this step. Maybe after junior high school, you will meet friends who are more iron than me?
I will remember that the only person in my heart who can be called a friend is Xiao Shicheng, the one who can make me speechless and Fu who can make me laugh. I love you.
I'm Diandian, in Class Two, Grade Six. I am a carefree bird from the sea. Because I have been at the seaside for a long time, I yearn for life outside. One day, grandpa said to me, "Diandian, you have grown up, and it's time to learn about the outside world. From today on, you can go out to play alone. " The next day, after saying goodbye to grandpa, I set off!
I heard my grandfather say that the Great Wall in China is beautiful, so I decided to go there, but it's really far away. After flying for three days and nights, I haven't arrived yet, and I am exhausted. Just then, an arrow hit my wing, which made me unable to fly any more. I cried and groaned in pain, but because I was in the grass and no one found me, I fainted in despair.
When I woke up, I found myself in a pet shop. There are many animals and my kind. I was very happy to see them, and my wings were bandaged. At this moment, an elder sister came over and brought me water and food, and then gently said to me, "In the future, you will be a part of this place." I am very happy, because there are my brothers and sisters here, and I can chat with them every day.
A few months have passed in an instant, and my injury has healed. One day, a little boy came to a pet shop to buy a pet. He saw me at a glance, and I was bought and went to the little boy's house. He hung me from the balcony and fed me. I like him very much, but I also miss the pet shop and my brothers and sisters.
Since then, I have become a part of this marriage.
In my sixth and third grades, the spring shade is lush, and sometimes there are beautiful flowers and a bright tree.
Spring in my hometown, my spring.
I ran into Sun as soon as I went out. The sunshine is warm and penetrates into people's bones. It's like urging people to relax and be full of energy. So I basked in the sun all the way and hummed a little song all the way back to my hometown.
After all, my hometown is very quiet, away from the noise of the city, and sometimes there are a few birds singing or dogs barking.
In the mountains, ancient forests are dotted with some new greens, so lovely, so natural and so real. This mountain is a little green, but that mountain is completely green. Sunlight fell on the ground through the cracks in the leaves, mottled and scattered, so beautiful.
Next to the house, peach blossoms are in full bloom! Pink and tender, seven or eight flowers, playing in the wind. Little bees buzzed into the fun. The green bud also poked out her little head to be a supporting role for Sister Peach Blossom. Look! There are no fewer rape blossoms than peach blossoms. Pieces of Huang Cancan, like golden blankets falling from the sky, spread out in the fields, making me want to sleep and take a nap.
People in spring are particularly energetic. Some went to the farmland with hoes talking and laughing, and some stirred up all the clothes, washed them all over and basked in the sun in this fine weather. Full of vigor. The sunshine is warm, and the heart is warm.
A year's plan starts with spring. Everything in spring is so comfortable. I just want to take a good book and enjoy my spring quietly in the grass, flowers and sunshine. ...
When I was in the sixth grade, in 20xx, there was another rookie among the famous young writers in China: Hou Xiang. This is me.
In the future, I feel sentimental and feel that everything has a confused taste. So, I wrote a beautiful and confusing article with a flowing pen tip. Unexpectedly, I became an instant hit because of this style of writing and was praised by everyone.
In the future, I will pay more attention to observing life and record every bit of life in the article. "Tears of roses, confusion of white clouds, life ..." Novel topics come to mind, and beautiful sentences are displayed smoothly: "The confusing life is busy and full, hazy and interesting. What is life? " "Who knows that a budding rose has sad tears before it blooms?" "Youyou Baiyun has an ulterior secret: as the days go by, I don't know what I'm doing. Sunset after sunset, but no response. Once in order to rotate the earth, browse great rivers and mountains ... "
In the future, I know how to enjoy life better. In my opinion, writing is the greatest pleasure in life: one's mood can be greatly felt in the article; Your own personality will also be greatly displayed in the article; Most importantly, this article has brought my free and unrestrained imagination into play. In the future, I really want to shout to the world: "The pleasure of human beings is nothing more than writing! Writing will make your life colorful, and your heart will always be full of happiness and childlike innocence! "
In the future, I like my professional writer. It lets me know about the colorful world and various societies. Let me understand more philosophy, let me have a childlike innocence. Let me know more about this society …
The future self-life is rich and interesting. This is my future. What about you?
In my sixth grade and fifth grade life, there are many doors, tangible and intangible. It is often the invisible doors that inspire our keen interest and lead us to life, such as learning, science, exploring the universe and exploring the unknown world. Last week, I did an experiment that brought me into the door of natural insects. ...
That day, I read in the book: "The organization of the ant kingdom is very strict, and the team organization is in place ...". In order to prove this feature of ants, I found a dead locust and put it at the mouth of an ant hole. At this moment, a little black ant crawled out, and I put the locust beside it. Little ants seem to smell the smell and crawl in the direction of locusts. When the ant reached the foot of the locust, it smelled it again, but it didn't swallow it all. Instead, I asked several other ants to taste it first. I think it's to see if locusts are poisonous. After verifying that the locusts were not poisonous, the ants happily ran back to their nests and found dozens of "Hercules ants". Eat the meat of the locust first (reduce the weight of the locust, otherwise it can't be carried), and they carry the locust to the "123, 123" hole.
If the ant that found the locust didn't return, if it didn't sacrifice delicious food, then the tiny ant family would be completely destroyed. This ant spirit is what human beings need to learn very much. Ant, your actions are human teachers.
In this experiment, I got the golden key to open the door of insects in nature. She led me to the door and went in. I must hold a lot of golden keys in the future and let them find all kinds of doors for me and open all kinds of colorful doors.
My favorite toy is a doll rabbit.
This doll rabbit was given to me by my father on my fourth birthday, so I have kept it carefully until now.
Rabbit's ears are green plaid. It is wearing a straw hat, a white coat and green trousers. Looks like it's going to pick carrots. Rabbits have no feet, and there is a big hole at the bottom, so they can step in. After I put my hand in, I put it in the rabbit's arm, and my middle finger and thumb were pinched together. I added a voice to it, and it felt as if it were saying to you, "Congratulations on making a fortune."
I always keep it well and always put it on top of the toy box. Every time you take a toy, you should take the rabbit out first. Sometimes I bring rabbits to my aunt's house. After my sister came back, I took out the rabbit and performed the program "Congratulations on your wealth" for my sister, which made her laugh. I laugh now when I think of the scene where my father gave me a rabbit. Because I was thinking, when my father gave me this little rabbit, of course, he hoped that I would smile happily when I saw this little rabbit and let me be a happy little boy.
No matter which students come to our home to play, I will show them my little rabbit and tell them the origin of this little rabbit. Even if they haven't been to our house, I will tell them about this little rabbit. Now my rabbit baby has become a household name and a minor celebrity in my class. And more than half of the students know this toy rabbit, and everyone likes it very much.
Although it's for my sister now. But this little rabbit spent a happy childhood with me, and it is my most unforgettable toy.
On the seventh Sunday of my sixth grade, my father will go to my grandmother's house in the country. I was idle, so I followed him to the countryside.
What a rare fine weather! Blue sky in Wan Li and cloudless in Wan Li. This time, I am not idle. I made an appointment with my friend Jiang Bo and fished by the river all morning. When we came home with "trophies", our throats were as dry as smoke. I set my eyes on the orange forest in the village: if I eat a few oranges at this time, it will taste ... I will tell Jiang Bo this attention. On hearing this, Jiang Bo said happily, "Good attention!" So, we walked towards the orange grove.
Walking, I seemed to see the oranges in Huang Chengcheng waving to us: "Come on, it's so sweet ..." We couldn't stand the temptation any longer and ran to the orange grove.
Suddenly, a loud "woof" startled me! Take a closer look, hey! There is also a big fat German shepherd guarding the door! I quickly climbed back with rolling and folding. It seems impossible to waltz in and pick oranges from this unfriendly dog general.
After some "research", we decided to turn over the fence and steal! Do it! We crept around under the wall. Jiang Bo rubbed his hands and said confidently, "Look at me!" He is like an agile monkey, swishing a few times, standing on the fence, picking some big and round oranges and throwing them to me quickly. I'll pick it up at once. I don't know when we startled the big German shepherd. It flew like an arrow. When enami saw this, he jumped off the wall, pulled me up and ran. How can two legs run over four legs? In that instant, the distance between man and dog is getting closer and closer, and the tip of the big German shepherd's nose is almost rubbing against my trouser leg ... At this critical moment, I caught a glimpse of the bamboo fence beside me, stopped suddenly, and pulled out a bamboo pole at lightning speed, ready to fight to the death. That dog is really overbearing. He looked at the bamboo pole in my hand and barked several times. He actually pushed the drum with his tail between his legs!
We jumped three feet happily: now we can eat oranges! You can touch your pockets, they are empty! Oh, dear! My orange ...
I have a nephew who is my sister's child. My sister asked him to call me old aunt. When I cried, it seemed that I was much older.
His name is Wei Zihang. Behind this name, the family placed endless expectations on him. It turned out that his father had participated in an astronaut exam, and his blood pressure needed to be measured before the exam, but when he was nervous, his blood pressure was high, and he lost the opportunity to be an astronaut. So my sister named the baby "Zihang", hoping that he can become an astronaut when he grows up.
My sister's family treats Zihang as a treasure, giving him all the delicious and fun things at ordinary times, and even giving him lucky money during the Chinese New Year. I remember that one year during the Spring Festival, when it was time to send lucky money, his grandparents, uncles and aunts … everyone gave him a big red envelope of 800 yuan. He was holding a red envelope, laughing and even jumping up, as if showing off his popularity and wealth! It's really admirable (xiàn) and admirable (mi)!
He is also good at coquetry. Once, I walked past him with candy. When Zihang saw it, a long serial port of water could not help flowing out of his mouth, closely following me, and kept shouting in his mouth: "Aunt, give me one! Just one! My good old aunt! " Listening to his cry for help (āi) and looking at his eager eyes, I really can't bear to refuse his request. But when I gave it to him, I was worried that he would push his luck. You know, this is my favorite candy. In desperation, I gave him one of the few toffee. As I expected, after a while, he wolfed down the candy, looked at me piteously and reached out for it. Looking at his flattering appearance, I was confused again and simply gave him the rest of my hands. This time, he nodded at me with satisfaction and finally went to play by himself.
Look, this is my nephew, cute and naughty, and everyone likes him very much!
My sixth grade 9 My self-portrait is stupid, not because I am really stupid, but because I am used to painting myself as a fool, because "people are stupid" is easy to be taken care of.
When a person is called a "fool", many things that this person has done will be forgiven by everyone. As soon as everyone sees the stupid thing he did, they will say in a caring tone, "Oh, he is so stupid. It is not surprising that he did such a stupid thing. Never mind. " I hope I can get this privilege of being taken care of, so I don't care if I am a fool.
In my self-portrait, I am usually a fool, and I will paint this fool named "I" as a lovely image. In that case, others will forgive me more easily. I remember being taken care of by adults because I was stupid when I was a child. Finally, the adults touched my head and said, "Poor child." Now that I remember, I think I may have been a little too cunning.
That was one thing when I went to the supermarket to buy soy sauce for my mother. I was in the second grade of primary school at that time. I dragged the money my mother gave me in my pocket and walked to the supermarket. I don't know where the soy sauce is in such a big supermarket. Because I am introverted, I dare not ask the supermarket staff where the soy sauce is. I just wandered around the supermarket alone, looking around until I was tired of looking for it and sat on the ground crying.
At this moment, the staff of a supermarket saw me. She came over enthusiastically and asked me what was wrong. After hearing that I wanted to buy soy sauce, she led me to find a place to put soy sauce in the supermarket. Until I paid for it with soy sauce, my face was full of tears and I looked stupid and pathetic. I was also sent to the supermarket by the staff.
Looking back now, I'm not stupid. I just want to be taken care of by others, pretending to be stupid and pathetic. Later, in my self-portrait, my image became a fool, and I always got sympathy from others.
My sixth grade 10 ideal is the power to inspire us to forge ahead; Ideal is a bright light, guiding our direction; Ideal is a mentor, always reminding us to work hard. The realization of the ideal needs to pay a price.
My ideal is to be a teacher. When I saw the teachers standing on the "temple of knowledge" and imparting knowledge to us with their beautiful voices, I determined my ideal-to be a people's teacher. I want to impart my knowledge to those children who are eager for knowledge. Look, their faces are filled with the joy of acquiring knowledge.
Everyone should have his own role model if he wants to have a dream. My head teacher, Miss Zhang, is my role model. She gave up a higher honor than the teacher just to educate more children. She has been a teacher for 25 years. She does not expect her students to become talents, but only hopes that her students will not go astray in the future. She endured the bad habits of many students in our class, but still smiled at us, expecting these students to be really sensible and sensible. She is a good teacher, and she is worth studying hard for her tireless work in class!
There are many difficulties and setbacks on the road to realizing the ideal. Although my ideal is to be a teacher, I am shy when facing strangers now, and I seldom answer questions in class, so I am not good at expressing myself. How to face parents and students in the future? How can I impart knowledge to my students?
Now, my ideal is far from me, but I will not give up, I will always struggle towards it, struggle!
After many years, if I realize my ideal, I will also tell my students to work hard towards my ideal. One day, they will also realize their ideals.
My sixth grade is 1 1. I have a grandmother who loves me. She loved me since she was a child.
When I was a child, my parents were very busy at work and seldom accompanied me at home. So, it's my little world, except my parents, there are only two kind old people, grandparents.
My grandmother has kind eyes, my mother said. I was carried back from the hospital. When I got home, my grandmother was the first to hug me. She stroked my little body over and over again with loving eyes, and her eyes were full of surprises, as if she had seen priceless treasures.
Then I grew up. But still very small. At that time, when I was young, I especially liked yogurt. When eating, naughty I always pour yogurt into my rice again and again, but I always feel uncomfortable after tasting one or two mouthfuls of rice, so I pushed the bowl in front of my grandmother and looked at her piteously. Before I could speak, grandma would silently exchange mine for her bowl and pick up the yogurt in my bowl to eat.
Mom also said that grandma loves me the most in this family.
This is also a fact.
Growing up, my grandmother never satisfied me with what I wanted and what I wanted to eat. At that time, my relationship with my grandmother was closer than my biological parents!
When I was young, I thought my grandmother could do anything because she would give me everything I wanted.
However, when I was five years old, my favorite grandmother passed away.
Children still don't understand what death is, but only vaguely realize that it is something that people will never meet again.
Later, my father said, "Grandma is watching you from the sky now. She didn't leave us. "
Therefore, every time I look up at the sky, grandma's kind eyes are looking at me through layers of clouds.
My sixth grade 12 My head teacher in the fifth and sixth grades is like my second father. He is not tall, and his appearance is not amazing!
In the third and fourth grades, Mr. Lin was my head teacher. However, after I was promoted to Grade Five or Six, Mr. Tang became my head teacher. At first, I didn't like his class very much. After a long time, I have more contact. I gradually became familiar with my head teacher, Miss Tang. In my mind, he is a teacher who doesn't care about personal grievances.
I remember that time, it was a Chinese class. After class, I didn't prepare the textbook. I put my hand in the cupboard. At the moment, a powerful tenor froze me. I looked around and it was quiet. I looked at my teacher, who looked at me with angry eyes. The teacher talked a lot in class. I know the teacher is talking about me! I was scolded by the teacher and almost came out with tears in my eyes. I was very upset and angry at that time.
I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes with a paper towel and continued to listen to the class. But when I heard the teacher say that I would invite my classmates to study, I couldn't help raising my hand. But the teacher didn't see it. At that time, I thought to myself, that must have been a trick. The teacher was angry and didn't call me. I'm a little discouraged. The last two paragraphs are hopeless. I put my hand down. Suddenly, the teacher gave me one last chance! I read it out loud with emotion. After reading it, the teacher praised me for my good reading and told me to try harder next time. Ah, the teacher is really a person who doesn't care about personal grievances!
Teacher Tang is an ordinary teacher. He cultivated the buds from generation to generation and the flowers of the motherland with his own efforts. Whenever I think about it, I can't help thinking about my teacher.
My sixth grade is 13. Everyone has his own ideal. Ideal is the beacon of life and the greatest wealth of life. Some people's ideal is to be a doctor, others' ideal is to be a writer, but my ideal is to be a mathematician.
The spirits of Newton, Archimedes and Gauss are my ideal lighting lamps, and "interest" is my first teacher. I like math because in a monthly exam, I came across a calculation problem: "the square of 6 minus the square of 5". I did some calculations, and the result was "1 1". I wonder: Is the square difference of every adjacent number (except 0) equal to their sum? In order to verify this conclusion, I found several similar questions after the exam and got the same answer, which verified my reasoning. This interesting calculation problem aroused my interest in mathematics.
From then on, as long as I come to math class, I listen carefully and ask questions actively. But math alone is not enough. How to understand the meaning of mathematics if you don't learn Chinese well? What if I can't learn English well and study abroad? If you don't learn to write well, how can you write a good article to distinguish yourself from your competitors? So I think that on the basis of loving mathematics, we must learn all subjects well and develop in an all-round way, so that we can get closer to our dreams.
If one day, I really become a mathematician, I will not face things with lofty attitude. I will go to schools in remote mountainous areas to teach for free, so that those eyes eager for knowledge can see the light and hope, help children in mountainous areas get out of the mountains, and use knowledge to achieve their ideals and their beautiful lives.
My belief is very firm. I believe that as long as I work hard, my ideal will come true. I will use my dream to realize the dream of more people. This is also my highest ideal.
My sixth grade 14 ideal is a beacon companion for life navigation, and it will accompany you to point out the direction of progress. Ideal is the shadow of hope and the seed of life. With guidance, some people say that ideal is the direction that guides you to success on the ship of life.
Everyone should have his own ideal. Having an ideal is like having a driver on the journey of life. Einstein said that everyone has a certain ideal, which determines the direction and judgment of his efforts. It can be seen how important ideals are to a person. I also have my own ideal, that is to be a doctor who saves lives. What a sacred profession a doctor is. It can save people who are dying, but a ... non-hit person was taken to the hospital by the Beijing-Shanghai bus and discharged under the careful treatment of the doctor. How proud he is as a doctor!
If I become a doctor. I will treat people who come to see a doctor like myself. I will treat my patients seriously and patiently. I will carefully treat him how to prevent the occurrence of similar diseases and how to maintain health. Next time, teach him how to treat, how to dispense medicine and how to have a healthy body.
If I am a poor family when I am a doctor, I will refuse to accept medical expenses and let them apply for free treatment as much as possible, so that everyone will be happy.
Maybe I am far from my ideal, maybe my ideal is insignificant, but as long as I have an ideal, I have a goal in my life, and even a stone with desire can become a castle. I heard it from my parents when I was a child. I was very ill, so what I saw when I was born was not a bright red sunrise, but a doctor in a white coat. When I am sick, when I have a fever, when I have a cold. It is these doctors in white coats who are treating me and giving me a sound body. When I grow up, I will help more people get rid of their illness. Happy face that ray of sunshine with a faint fragrance of flowers.
How long is my sixth grade 15 six years? Happy smiles and sad tears accompany them; How long is six years? The warmth of friendship is intertwined with the care of teachers and students. Good times always pass in such a hurry that we will leave our beloved alma mater and classmates in a blink of an eye. Looking back on the past six years, I have too much to give up.
Sending umbrellas in the rain, send warm in the cold.
I remember once, the whole class went to the information classroom opposite the teaching building for class. Later, after class, when I was about to come back, I found it was raining cats and dogs outside. At that time, the weather was very cold, the north wind roared, and the wind hung on my face and hurt like a knife. If you run back like this, you will get wet. Some students brought umbrellas. They could have gone back to the classroom with an umbrella. However, instead of rushing to go first, everyone gave in to each other, and finally decided to let the weak students go back first to avoid catching a cold. In particular, enthusiastic students Du Hezhou volunteered to run back and forth, sending waves of students back safely. Sometimes I almost fell down, sometimes I got caught in the rain, but I still insisted on escorting to the end. The wind and rain are biting, but the heart is hot. In the cold, they warm the hearts of every classmate with fiery heat.
Take part in the competition, the eternity in memory
I remember once, the whole class went to participate in the performance of Qintai Grand Theatre, which was a precious opportunity. I will never forget the huge stage, shining lights, spectacular scenes and the gratified smile on the teacher's face when the performance was successful. The girl danced in a pink skirt, like a dancing pink butterfly; The boys are wearing blue dresses and jumping around like lively little frogs. ...
Warm class meeting, help when lost.
I remember once, tian teacher specially held a theme class meeting for Xiao Fang. At the class meeting, tian teacher helped Xiao Fang to clear the unjust case, and everyone remolded their impression of him and stopped discriminating and isolating him. When it was proposed to set up a special group to help Xiao Fang, rows of small hands were raised uniformly, and they were so active that they appeared like mushrooms after rain. What warms us most is that Xiaojun sincerely apologizes to Xiaofang and hands him a big apple. I see Xiao Fang's face is as red as this apple. This apple is like a new day rising in Ran Ran. The bright sunshine shone on Xiao Fang's face, melting the Millennium ice in his heart. The sunshine outside the window came out from the dark clouds, and the golden sunshine sprinkled on the blackboard in the classroom, as if it had plated the title of the class meeting with gold. The two boys were in tears and hugged each other tightly. ...
Six years passed in the blink of an eye. Friendly and kind students care about our teachers like bosom friends, and I will never forget the warm golden memories you left me.