Excited, excited, eager, at the same time, I feel a little pressure ... at the beginning of the new semester, my father said that I was in the sixth grade, grown up and sensible; Mom said, you are the big sister in school now; The teacher said that there is only one life in the sixth grade, so we should cherish it ... but in any case, whether it is my father's direct words, my mother's meaningful eyes or my teacher's inculcation, I feel and appreciate the difference in the sixth grade. Looking back, there are successes and failures, but looking forward to the future and the study and life in the new semester, I am very confident, and my confidence is full of my inner world.
"Attitude determines everything, and details determine success or failure." This sentence has accompanied me for many years. Last semester of primary school, I took it as a "declaration" of learning.
"Be a man first, then do things." This proverb handed down from the ancients warns us that being a good person is our basic principle. Only by being a good person can we free up our energy to do good things and learn knowledge.
Franklin said in the article "If I were a boy again" that if I were a boy again, I would have more perseverance in doing things ... This would also be a "street lamp" in my sixth grade study and life. Only by persevering and doing things seriously can we get better results. "The body is the capital of the revolution."
I remember an education expert also said, "People who are in poor health are all rubbish." This shows how important it is to be healthy.
If you want to be healthy, it is necessary to do more physical exercise. Physical exercise can not only keep us healthy, but also make us have more energy to devote to our study, and also make our sports performance go up a step. Of course, in the sixth grade, the most important thing is to study.
In class, we should do "four studies": learn to be quiet, learn to listen, learn to think, learn to speak, and do well in exams: write correctly, carefully examine questions, check them carefully, and do a good job in preview and review before and after class. In addition, I still need to read more extracurricular books, accumulate more, increase my knowledge and enrich myself.
"Attitude determines everything, and details determine success or failure." Do everything with a serious attitude and treat learning with meticulous eyes. Primary school is the stage of laying the foundation, and the sixth grade is the most important year of primary school.
I think only when the foundation is laid can skyscrapers be built! -How much warmth, recording our story, flowing in time to tell ... just students and teenagers, at this moment we are taking confident steps to meet the challenge of the senior high school entrance examination.
"6 1 class" is everyone's and everyone's cohesion. Through thick and thin, we join hands.
Take it with you when you take the senior high school entrance examination. Yesterday's laughter and tears are still there ... with the warmth, we still linger in everyone's heart ... We have lived in harmony for six years, and it's time to part. Facing us, it is not only the separation of classmates for six years, but also the pressure of the senior high school entrance examination and the choice of life … just like a crossroads.
But these six years, including our warmth and memories. Let's suddenly look back and recall the past of the sixth grade ... Last semester of the sixth grade, I still remember one thing.
It was a review class and the students were writing papers. I suddenly had a terrible pain in my stomach, so I left him alone because I was making an examination paper.
I endured a stomachache when writing my thesis. As time goes by, my stomach hurts more than before. Suddenly, I felt something rising in my throat. I couldn't help it. I threw up on the floor.
The teacher saw me sitting in the first row and immediately asked my classmates to help me clean the floor. The deeply concerned eyes of teachers and classmates warmed me up at once. I still remember the teacher's deeply caring eyes and touching whispers.
I also received a lot of encouragement this semester. It was in a Chinese class, and Miss Li was explaining the exercises in the class homework.
After teacher Li has finished, we should review. I quickly revised it and booked it in a few minutes.
I gave my classroom exercise book to the teacher with trepidation, and the teacher made me feel very proud of the bright red tick after tick. I left happily with a notebook in my hand. Just after taking a step, the teacher's voice interrupted me and said to me, "Your homework has made great progress recently!" " "After listening, I said" well "to the old man and left.
The teacher's encouragement makes me feel very warm and proud, so I have to study and do my homework more seriously to show my trust and encouragement ... My memory has returned to the present. This is my sixth grade, this is my sixth grade: I hope to grow up, but sometimes I vaguely hope that I am still a child; Looking forward to friendship, but sometimes I want to be alone; I look forward to independence, but sometimes I cry quietly ... it's a wonderful time. It was copied from above. If you write your own suggestions, you should make an outline, such as a topic. My sixth grade is described in detail by my classmates' happy time or one of my own classes. I am a little reluctant to part with my alma mater. 323131335336313431365438.93E5b19E313326235663 end Oh, my sixth grade life, the treasure in my memory.
2. Unit 8, Book 2, Grade 6, 500-word composition I like the porcelain statues of the zodiac.
Guess what I like best? As for me, I like the exquisite porcelain statue of the zodiac brought by my father from Yixing best.
This porcelain statue of the Chinese zodiac was brought back by my father on a business trip. At that time, he didn't tell me what it was, only that it was a gift for me.
So I guess chocolate for a while and dress for a while. I can guess and guess, but I can't guess, so I have to beg my father to tell me. I saw him open the box on the table. There are twelve kinds of animals made of ceramics in the box. Porcelain statue of the zodiac! I was so excited that I jumped, sang and laughed. I am so happy that I don't know what to do. The shapes of these twelve animals are very realistic. Colorful, elegant and lifelike.
I love them.
Look, that mouse, sneaking around; Cattle, honest and honest; Tiger, majestic; Rabbit, small and exquisite, shaking its head and tail; Snakes are cunning and treacherous; Horses, running like flies; Sheep, gentle and amiable; Monkeys, swaggering; Chicken, hold your head high and sing; Dogs, squatting like gods; Pig, fat. Look, these twelve animals are vividly displayed in front of my eyes.
I like the rabbit in company 12, because my mother and I are exempt, and so is my grandfather. Therefore, I have a special feeling for rabbits. Look! Its big head is embedded with two jewel-like eyes. The small nose is not clear, and a red figure of eight is the same as lipstick. The tail is invisible, and the four calves are very short, just like four small cotton peaches, which is very interesting! White as a white robe made of snowflakes, so beautiful!
"Rats are many times smaller than cows. Why is it still at the front? I often ask my father. Dad didn't answer directly, but told me a story: in an ancient forest, there were mice. Twelve kinds of animals, such as cattle, are taxed. Once, the animals in the forest were compared in size. Everyone says that cows are the biggest, and only mice make noise to compare. So, the two of them came to the street, and the other animals hid to watch. As the saying goes, "When a mouse crosses the street, everyone shouts. As soon as the mouse crossed the road, people picked up sticks and shouted, "Hit the mouse. The mouse went back to the forest and said, "What's the matter? People say, hit (big) mice! Animals have nothing to say, so they have to put it in the front. Ah, I didn't expect such an interesting story!
These ceramic handicrafts are not only beautiful, but also add endless fun to my life. Now, they have become indispensable friends in my life.
Ah! Beautiful ceramic handicrafts
3. Primary Chinese People's Education Edition, Grade Six, Volume One, Unit 8, Composition 400 Words Unit 1 In nature, rain is a gorgeous and wonderful color, with Mao Mao rain, heavy rain, lightning and thunderstorms.
And I am the falling rain. Naughty, I began to float on the ground, but silently.
Looking around, the whole earth is brand-new, and I seem to have hung a thin curtain on it. Young trees greedily suck the rain and dew, flowers that love beauty take off their colorful long skirts, squirrel children hide under branches, spread out their little hands and drip water, excitedly calling for rain, rain.
The forest is so quiet that only the rain hits the fallen leaves, melts in the spring water and drops on the face of every small animal. Rain, like silk, drifted into the forest, weaving a green carpet without cliffs.
Unconsciously, I came to other places. When I look around, you can see that the terraces in the fields are all golden yellow. The corn with a height of more than one person is smiling like an old man stroking his beard, and the heavy golden millet bows its head to welcome you.
Red apples, pears in Huang Chengcheng, big red dates like red agate, pomegranate with big mouth, tomatoes like lanterns, golden rice fields, farmers have been cutting rice with sickles. This is the autumn of victory and harvest. Autumn fields! Golden Huang Cancan, at first glance, is full of golden rice waves.
The autumn wind brushed the heavy ears of rice and made a sound, as if urging people: "Hurry up, hurry up!" " "This is the harvest season. I looked at the rice fields with a smile. I dance and sprinkle rain.
I try my best, because I know that after this rain, it is the smiling face of farmers and a bumper harvest. I left the stadium with a smile and came to the bustling city.
People hold colorful umbrellas, and the sound of dripping drops turns into notes and jumps into the music of nature. The road is clear, there is no discordant horn, no loud noise, only misty fog and thin rain.
Everything is so quiet and peaceful. I want to sing, hey, isn't the sea rough in the distance? I fly fast, you know, I've always wanted to see the sea.
Huge waves hit the sea again and again, sometimes majestic and sometimes gentle. The waves on the water are spinning and rolling.
I can't help jumping in the sky with the surging, rapid and majestic waves. The more the waves jump, the faster I jump, and the more it rains.
The clouds gradually dispersed and the rain became less and less. The air is so fresh that people put away their umbrellas and small animals ran out of the trees.
I looked up at the sky and thought, it's the next turn of Sister Rainbow ... A rainbow appeared on the horizon, which condensed my sweat and left a bright sky. It's getting dark
Month, a crescent moon, with unspeakable shyness hung in the deep blue sky. The sky, so long and so long, is dotted with stars, like gems, pearls and agates, dotted with this bright night.
The moonlight is wet and the stars are shining. Everything in the world has long been immersed in this moonlight.
If I were a cloud, my life would be free and leisurely, and my body would be ethereal and invisible. I live without limits-as long as I don't turn into rain and scatter around the world. I can idolize, I can mix the moon, I can block the red face of the sun.
I play every day, and I forget how many years I have lived. I am beautiful, I can instantly change into another shape with the wind, and I can also use the afterglow of the sunset as my veil.
I think it is ridiculous that some of my companions died to save mankind and nature. I like playing near the ground.
Once, when I was walking, I suddenly felt hot all over. I looked down: there were flames, screams and explosions everywhere in a factory building. A man and a woman ran away hand in hand, but were surrounded by flames. The man pushed the woman out hard, but was burned beyond recognition by the fire.
I can't help feeling a little wet in my eyes. No, I can’t . I won't die for mankind. I turned my head and stopped looking, but the cries and shouts made me lower my head: a child groped around and shouted, "Mom. Where are you? " "I'm here, son! Get out of here! " Mother pushed the child out by hand, the child went out, and my mother-tears swirled in my eyes, and I couldn't help myself anymore, letting the tears flow down my face.
If my life can bring them hope of life, I will feel very satisfied. I finally saw the beauty of the world. At the critical moment of life and death, they always leave the hope of life to others. At this moment, I feel weaker and weaker, and my life is coming to an end.
But I have no regrets. If I were a cloud, I would dedicate myself to mankind at the last moment of my life! Unit 2 When my motherland was a child, my mother said to me, "You are from China." My father told me, "China people are descendants of dragons." My teacher told me, "Studying hard is the best way to serve our country." .
I didn't know until I grew up that the descendants of the dragon have the responsibility to build the motherland. Our motherland is a vast country with a land area of about 9.6 million square kilometers, ranking third in the world, with colorful skirts in the south and snowflakes in the north.
The stars in the west are still hanging in the sky, and the morning glow in the east has been scattered all over the floor. Know how old our motherland is! China also has vast sea areas. From north to south, the Bohai Sea, the Yellow Sea, the East China Sea and the South China Sea are connected. The whole big country of China is shaped like a rooster flying in the air, with its head held high in the east of the world.
China is not only a big country, but also science and technology are developing gradually. People will never forget the four great inventions: papermaking, printing, compass and gunpowder. People won't forget that Shenzhou VI and Shenzhou VII flew into the blue sky, and they won't forget Beijing's bid for the 2008 Olympic Games ... These not only reflect the enhancement of China's economic strength, but also the improvement of China's international status.
Our motherland is a big multi-ethnic family. On the vast land of the motherland, people of all ethnic groups have created a long history and splendid culture, and * * * has maintained the unity and prosperity of the big family of all ethnic groups. The 56 ethnic groups in China have their own ancient history and unique culture, which constitute the beauty of our Chinese nation. For example, Bai people like white or near white colors, and Miao people's pleated skirts are not only rich but also beautiful.
4. People's Education Edition, Grade 6, Volume 1, Unit 8 Composition, Guitar 300 Words Since I really saw my buddy playing guitar last year, I have been deeply attracted by this instrument. Seeing that they play the guitar wonderfully and beautifully, I want to practice the guitar even more. My father found my interest and bought me a guitar. At that time, I put all my energy into practicing guitar and sought the highest realm. First, I practiced fingering-that is, I practiced the strings managed by each finger. I taught my cousin to write fingering charts for me, so that I could practice patiently and improve my speed. Of course, I devoted myself to guitar training! After more than a week of hard training, the fingering practice has been basically completed, and the speed seems to be too fast to recognize the strings! Then, I want to learn to press * * *. My brother taught me to read, and took out the * * * spectrum in the book to practice. He solemnly said to me: "If you want to practice * * *, you must eat bitter and not be afraid of pain. Many guitar lovers are scared by the pain and give up halfway, so you must overcome the difficulties! " Since then, I have devoted myself to learning the lessons of * * *. "Halfway", the more I learn, the harder it is, and the more my fingers seem to touch the strings like knives. I really want to give up the guitar, but I can't let it go, as if it were saying to me, "Don't give up! You have to stick to it and don't look down on others! " I thought, "I will do what others can do. Since heaven forbid me to give up, I will continue to learn! " So, I concentrated on my study again, overcame all the pain and persisted in the end with amazing perseverance. Finally, God rewards hard work, and I finally learned the guitar.
5. The sixth grade, the first volume of Chinese Unit 8 composition, learn the stories and feelings of art, imitate my stage, if you want me, I will be in the sixth grade, to help you in the same grade! ~ ~ ~ When I hear the beautiful and energetic guitar sound; When I saw pop singers playing and singing on the guitar, my heart overflowed with love and yearning for the guitar. During the winter vacation, I enrolled in a guitar class. When I first entered the guitar class, the teachers were teaching different guitar playing methods one by one. Seeing me, I smiled and said "Come here". I sat down and the teacher pointed to the guitar and asked, "What's this?"? My task is that he can't wait to answer "guitar". The teacher nodded and then asked, "How many strings does the guitar have?" Good preview, "six"! "Yes," the teacher asked, smiling and pointing to the little space space on the guitar. "Do you know what this is called?"? I don't know. I shook my head, and the teacher patiently said to me, "This is called a product. Count how many products it has "? I counted 18 notes one by one. The teacher then taught me some sounds and let me practice by myself. I play them over and over again. I don't feel bored, but I feel very happy. They drew a beautiful stroke on my brain like magic elves. I began to try to play wonderful music with them. I challenged the song Little Star, 18. Although it didn't go well, I still played, which was a great encouragement to me. After repeated practice, the bullet was finally taken out. I am very happy. The teacher came and heard that I was shooting a little star. I was very surprised. As a beginner, I can play with little stars. So, the teacher taught me all the treble playing methods and let me practice Happy Birthday. Difficulties came to me again, and the high note 5 was the same as before. As long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle is ground into a needle! I gradually mastered the rules, my fingers became flexible, and I overcame the difficulty of high note 5. Now, I want to challenge * * *, which is a turning point. As long as you learn * * * well, you can lay the foundation for great songs in the future, and you can easily play the guitar, one of the three major musical instruments in the world, my yearning and my love. You're not really giving me 200 points, are you? ~~~。
6. I can find out which one is plagiarized, and plagiarism does not give points. I want original art and life-the first ink painting that loves me in ink painting was a gift to my father a few days ago. Dad is on a business trip and will be back in a few days. I am so happy. Every time I come back, I will bring many gifts. Today, it suddenly occurred to me that I also want to make a gift for my father. What do adults like? In his spare time, my father likes to make flowers and plants, especially plum blossoms. He said that plum blossom is proud and has its own style and style. On his desk, there is a line of small print: the thin shadow is oblique, the water is shallow, and the dusk is fragrant. By the way, just draw a "proud plum blossom". Dad will definitely like it. I found ink, straws, red cardboard and gold powder. Of course, white paper is essential. Press down gently with a paperweight. I blew myself a breath and began to put my hand on it. Plums are uneven, and the charm can't be painted with a pen, so I chose the form of blowing painting. First, I poured a little ink on the white paper and blew it away with a straw according to the shape I wanted. The trunk is thick and the branches are slender and curved. A tree is straight, an old tree, and an inclined tree. If you accidentally screw it up, it will be even harder to finish it according to your own mind. It took me two pieces of paper to blow the satisfactory branches. Then, I ordered plum blossoms. I cut the petals open with scissors. Oval petals should be of different sizes, big and small, like eggs, with a small mouth on the small side. After cutting to a certain amount, stick plum blossoms with five petals and one flower. Then the petals are dyed one by one, and the vacant part in the middle is sprinkled with gold powder as stamens. If there are flowers or not, I will point a layer on the slender branches regularly with a red oil pen. Secondly, poetry, of course. But which poem should I write? By the way, just write the poem on dad's desk. I picked up a pen and wrote carefully. When I wrote the sentence "Dim fragrance floating in the dusk of the moon", the plum blossom in front of me seemed to be the plum blossom in the poem. On the night when the fragrance is fragrant, several plum blossoms are competing to open, but they are all proud and modest. I quietly looked at the plum blossom in front of me. Hey, what seems to be missing? By the way, dirt! I found an egg shell, crushed it by hand and covered it with a thin layer of paper. I also glued the happy fruit shell in the right place and painted it into a stone. Ah … my plum blossoms have just finished, and I am at home wholeheartedly waiting for my father to come back. A few days have passed, but it seems like a year to me. When my father came into the room, I picked up the picture from my desk and ran to my father. Dad smiled and said to me, "I won't guess, dad, it's your turn to guess." What have I done for you? " "Hey, what can you sit on?" Dad smiled. "Let me guess, chalk dolls ... greeting cards ... well, unless they are plant specimens ..." Dad looked at me and kept shaking his head, begging me to tell the secret. I smiled and opened the picture behind me. Sure enough, dad stared, "This is Niu Niu, did you make it yourself? Beautiful, beautiful ... "I looked at the smile on my father's face, and I was so happy that even the clouds outside the window smiled. At dinner, my father nodded and said, "My girl has really grown up and knows how to take care of her father. But in other words, this is a well-made gift I received. " It's really hard to type the exact words ... I hope it helps you. _ Well, here are two excellent essays for reference only: Art and Life. When I was a child, I was just a child chasing sand by the sea. The sea never gave me literary talent, and the muse never touched me with her hands. When I grew up, I left my hometown. In a bookstore in the city, I first came into contact with so many books. I pulled out a book of poems from the dazzling bookcase with Tagore's quotation printed on it: "Buy a book of poems with the money in your hand, it will make your heart as happy as a bird and fly freely in the infinite ethereal world." I just looked at it and bought it. Since then, Tagore has brought me to a colorful world. I am fascinated by poetry. Just when I was infatuated with the deep and vast sea, I first discovered the bright charm of poetry as the sun. Li Bai, Du Fu and Li Qingzhao, who are optimistic, bold and graceful, walked out of the poem ... They showed me everything in the world with different styles of pens. Gradually, I understood Wang Guozhen's sincerity, Shu Ting's delicacy and Wen Yiduo's profundity. I made friends with Shelley and Pushkin, and enjoyed the magnificence of the world poetry garden. Slowly, I found that I couldn't live without poetry. Poetry always touches my heartstrings with its invisible hand, which fascinates me. So in class, I learned from the teacher's mouth that Gu Cheng yearned for "the night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light". After class, I chanted and entered the artistic conception of "lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, and lotus leaves are sweet". I really feel like a happy bird, flying freely in the infinite ethereal world like Tagore said. After reading many poems, I couldn't help dreaming, holding my poems and gently pulling the door of the literature hall. Whenever others play, I am fascinated by exploring the beauty of everything. When all the lights went out, I made a poem by myself under the light, and the thin pen tip flowed out the singing of birds, the blooming of flowers and the growth of tender grass ... I wrote the song in my heart with my own pen, and everything was happy. Every time I send this poem, waiting becomes a part of my life. Although most of the stones sank into the sea, I sang a song when I thought of Jiang Guo's Frustration. When I am unhappy, I will write a poem. Because life is always beautiful, my mind is extremely open. Occasionally, I saw my own words become printed, and I was so excited that I couldn't sleep well for several nights. Although no one applauded, I felt that the door of the literary hall was slowly opening and the muse smiled at me. My immature poems have fulfilled my literary dream. I am addicted to reading and writing poems. That line.