In our ordinary daily life, everyone has dealt with compositions. Compositions can be divided into narrative essays, expository essays, practical essays, and argumentative essays according to different genres. How to write an essay to avoid making mistakes? The following is a composition for the sixth grade of elementary school that I compiled for you: I am for your reference, and I hope it can help friends in need. Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Me 1

The scenery in the early morning, the scenery in the morning, the scenery at noon, the scenery in the evening, and the scenery in the late night. No matter when, as long as there is a scene. The scenery is anywhere in the world. It doesn’t require you to climb, you have to explore, it doesn’t require you to search. Wherever there are humans, there will be scenery. No need

The scenery is varied. Sometimes it looks lifeless, sometimes it looks full of life. While watching the scenery, it will make you laugh, make you cry secretly, and remind you of some things that have been forgotten in the back of your mind for a lifetime. Happiness, sadness, joy... will always be deeply hidden in the scenery in your eyes, only they understand your thoughts. In front of the scenery, you can tell it everything about you. It would love to hear what you have to say. Scenery is like a safe. Whatever you tell it, it will never tell you. In front of it, you can share and talk to it...it will tell you the answer you want.

Life requires the company of scenery everywhere. You should look at the scenery when you are walking, you should look at the scenery when you are thinking about things, and you should look at the scenery even more when you are writing.

What I like most in the evening is to stare at the red sunset and the red sky. I looked vaguely into the distance, at the people hurriedly going home, and then at this empty little home. I was the only one, and I felt a little sad.

Scenery can make people laugh or cry... Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Me 2

Summer vacation is joyful. Ha, this is what I hope for during the summer vacation:

The teacher walked into the classroom with a smile on his face and shouted to the students: "

All the students in our class got full marks on the exam! There will be no more homework during the summer vacation!"

My parents walked into the room and said to me: "

This year, the piano teacher wants to make you happy during the summer vacation, so there is no need to practice piano. , No need to take exams!"

A good friend called and said: "

Yilin, let's go read a book together this Sunday! "

Then stay at home. During the day, I sing little songs, read novels, practice calligraphy, watch TV, do housework, run and jump, ah, days like this are so comfortable, so comfortable!

I can eat ice cream, lose my temper, play with my parents and sisters, and forget about my unhappiness. It’s so cool!

I can throw off my heavy schoolbag, stay away from the annoying piano, wear the clothes I want to wear most, and design my own life. Then, I would quarrel with my father, hug my mother, and play with my sister. Ah, such a day is so pleasant!

Actually, it’s nice to have a little quarrel occasionally, I quite like it. Because it won’t let my mouth deteriorate. I can enjoy listening to my father talking about me, Lawyer Liu, my mother scolding me for being immodest, and my sister laughing with a bit of gloating.

As for the weather, I hope it will be sunny, but not so hot that it can cook people; I hope there will be a few light winds, but not a typhoon; I hope the air will be fresh, not turbid, is that true? ? It will definitely happen!

This is the summer vacation I hope for, a beautiful summer vacation, a relaxing summer vacation. Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Me 3

My name is Ding Yichen. I am nine years old this year. I am neither tall nor short. His face is round, and his eyes narrow into slits when he smiles.

I have thick black hair, two eyebrows like curved crescents, and two black grapes hidden in my big watery eyes. My ears are quite big and I look very lucky and can hear sounds from far away. The nose is very tall and straight. The greedy mouth always wants me to eat delicious food.

I am an extrovert. Once I saw a new classmate sitting alone in his seat with his thoughts, but I boldly said to him: "Let's make friends!" The classmate was very happy to talk to him. I became a good friend!

I have many hobbies, but my favorite is reading. There are two large bookcases in my room, which contain many books, from small comic books to large "Encyclopedias". From thin short stories to thick "Grimm's Fairy Tales". From simple fables to profound masterpieces. Everything you need. Usually I rarely have time to play with my children. I just read books at home. Reading books has benefited me a lot. The happy ones will make me dance uncontrollably, the sad ones will make me shed tears, the humorous ones will make me laugh, the beautiful ones will make me read them carefully and then take a pen to excerpt them. The book is like a wise man enlightening me. As I grow up, books are like a friend who teaches me how to be a human being.

This is me, do you want to make friends with me? Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Me 4

Calligraphy is wonderful and magical, and it is also an art that is appreciated by both refined and popular people. I also studied calligraphy. I was only in the first grade at that time, but I had an indissoluble bond with calligraphy.

The art of calligraphy is of great interest to me. Teacher Li attaches great importance to our writing. At that time, we still used pencils. During Chinese class, Teacher Li would ask us to get vocabulary exercise books and describe the words with pencils. After each check, students who write well can use a gel pen to write in the future. For me, writing with a gel pen means that my handwriting is well written and beautiful. So I tried my best to write, but the teacher still didn't recognize my handwriting and said that my handwriting was "disabled". After five weeks, everyone else was using gel pens, except for me and a few classmates. So, I made up my mind to sign up for a hard-pen calligraphy class. In the last session every Wednesday afternoon, I worked hard to learn calligraphy skills. After my hard work, I finally had the right to use a gel pen. It turns out that the reason why I can't write well is that I hold the pen incorrectly, and the words I write are also "disabled".

Now, even the teacher will project the exercise books of three or four students for everyone to study. There were a few times when mine was included, and I felt a little excited! When I was in third grade, I started practicing pen calligraphy again. It was difficult to write with a pen, but I could write well as long as I persisted. Writing good calligraphy can make people feel relaxed and happy. These experiences are the story between me and calligraphy.

Chinese culture and calligraphy art are truly profound and profound! Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Me 5

I am a typical Cancer. I love my family, my children, my food, and my nostalgia. I may not have my own opinion, but once I make up my mind, I won't change it and no one can persuade me.

I have a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder. I am not willing to do the next thing until something is done well. Maybe I am not the best at it, but at least I have completed it. I like even numbers, and I like to eat odd numbers as even numbers. I have many collections: first grade notebooks, second grade photos, and some small stickers. . . . . . Whenever I see these things. Those times in the past, as well as the things and people missed. I have the largest number of notebooks on my desk. The notebooks I use are very simple. Most of the notebooks I use for collection have never been used, just because they look good and I don’t want to use them.

At heart, you may be lively, you may be quiet, you may be fickle, you may be sentimental. I thought I knew myself, but I didn’t even know who I was. Maybe the real me is very ordinary. In the eyes of others, I laugh loudly with my friends and think that is the real me. In fact, it is not the case. Who knows? What would the real me look like? In fact, I am very sensitive and always have random thoughts. I love colors, and only when they pulse in my hands can I feel that the world is alive. I like music. Only when they dance in my ears can I feel that the world is peaceful. I like to be in a daze. Only when I am in a daze can I think about certain things and many long-lost past events. Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: I 6

A day without books means everything is in ruins.

This sentence means exactly the same thing to me.

I love reading very much. Every weekend, I ask my mother to accompany me to buy books. As soon as I arrived at the bookstore, I felt like I had entered a sea of ??books.

Every time I go to the bookstore to buy a book, I always think of what Teacher Zhang said to us: "Don't be afraid of spending money when buying a book, even if it costs 30,000 yuan! Sometimes you have plenty of money when you go out to eat all day long. When I buy books, I don’t have money to buy books.”

Every time I buy a book, I start reading immediately as soon as I get home. The first thing that attracts me is the title. When it’s time to read or buy a book, I will read the title first. A wonderful title will make me want to read it very much.

I study in several levels. The first level is to look at the title and the content introduction. The second level is to read which article you want to read first. The third level is to read through all the articles in general and get an impression of each article first. The fourth level is to look at it carefully. The fifth and final level is to carefully analyze each article. After the analysis is completed, the reading of this book is over.

When I was studying, I often couldn’t hear when others called me, and I couldn’t feel when others touched me. Once, my mother asked me to go to eat. She called me several times and touched her several times before I went to eat.

I love reading! Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: I 7

I wish to be a little bird

Lin Jingjing, grade 7 of Shajing Middle School, Baoan District, Guangdong Province

Little bird, free, How enviable!

In spring, the birds are chirping on the trees, flying carefree in the sky, following the light steps of the spring girl, flying from the air to the fields, You see, the rapeseed fields are blooming with yellow flowers. Blowing in the spring breeze, golden waves surge up, exuding a refreshing fragrance. They raise their lovely smiling faces and look innocently at the blue sky.

In midsummer, birds sing on the branches. They are indeed talented singers. Listen to what a beautiful song! There was once such a poem: The bright moon leaves the branches and the magpies are frightened, and the breeze blows the cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of the rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs is heard again and again. What an enchanting season, especially at night, when the stars are bright, the birds come to the countryside, the vast blue fields, the mountains are like black, the trees are lush, the streams are like water, and the rice The fragrance is overflowing, and it is a good place for the birds to practice their voices.

In the golden autumn, the golden rice fields evoke the cheers of the farmer uncles. On the golden fields, there are scenes of harvest everywhere: heavy ears of grain. Nodding frequently, the plump sorghum is as red as fire------the bird is not only a singer, but also a dancer! Autumn not only brings us the joy of a good harvest, but also brings us the courage to work hard. and strength.

In the cold winter, the north wind is howling, and some birds have flown to warm places to escape the cold, while some birds are still spreading their wings and flying high ------

Little bird, I envy you for flying freely, and I would like to spread my wings and fly high like you. Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Me 8

My favorite season is winter.

Especially when it snows heavily, "pear blossoms" hang on the bare branches. White snowflakes cover the ground like a thick carpet. The children had snowball fights, made snowmen, skied, etc. in the snow.

What I like most is having snowball fights and building snowmen in the snow. I remember one time, I had a snowball fight with my uncle: I grabbed a handful of snow and threw it, but my uncle dodged and missed. My uncle grabbed a handful of snow, shaped it into a ball, and threw it, and the ball flew towards me. , I accidentally let the ball hit my nose, and there was snow in my nostrils. I cried angrily... Another time, my mother and I made a snowman, and I imitated the people on TV. , first pinched a small ball, and then rolled it around, but it didn't turn into a big ball, it was still the same as before. I don't understand: why is it still the same? I didn’t care so much, so I piled the surrounding snow into a pile and added a head on it. Candies were used as eyes, bananas were used as mouths, and half-cut grapefruit peels were used as hats. The snowman was finally built, and I jumped up happily. Jump again. These two things made a deep impression on me.

I like winter because it brings me happiness. Composition for the sixth grade of elementary school: Me 9

"Haha, big devil, you can't catch me, come on, come on, catch me!" Listen, this voice must be me being naughty again!

"Tingting, was it you who broke the badminton?" Listen, my mother is talking about the good things I did again! I have to find a good place to hide quickly, or I'll be doomed.

Looking left and right, I finally found a good place - under the bed, yes, hiding under the bed, so my mother can't catch me! Haha~~"Tingting, come out quickly, we are going to the city!" Tsk~, my mother must have used his seduction technique again when she said this! Humph, I won’t go out! Big devil. I hid under the bed and whispered. "Tingting, dad and I are leaving!" Hey, it sounds true! There is no way, who makes me love to go to the city so much, I have to come out.

However, when I came out, I saw my mother washing clothes. I asked my mother: "Mom, aren't you going to the city? Why don't you go to the city?" "Naughty kid, I I lied to you, you really believed it. Tell me, the badminton racket was broken, was it you?" Mom said to me with a wicked smile. I said naughtily: "What did I do! Come on, come on, come and catch me!" My mother said angrily: "Naughty devil, I won't talk to you anymore!"

Look , I am naughty, even my mother can’t resist me.

This is me, a super naughty little girl who is loved by everyone, flowers bloom when flowers bloom, birds are dumbfounded when birds see them, and cars get flat tires when cars see them! No, you must want to get to know me! Let me tell you my phone number. Friends from the south please call 110. Friends from the north please call 119. Ha! Composition for the sixth grade of elementary school: I am 10

I am after school and am walking home.

When I passed by a canteen, I was stopped by a skinny old man named Uncle Zhang. He thought I had a bad attitude and wanted to pay me. Huh, old guy, I'm going to fix him. At night, I quietly placed a row of upside-down bricks in front of his canteen.

Early the next morning, I passed by there when I went to school. I took a special look and saw the gauze covering Uncle Zhang’s forehead. I was secretly proud: "You deserve it, you deserve it. Who made you suffer yesterday If you do that to me, I'll kill you!"

One day, raindrops as big as beans were falling, and they made a "squeaking" sound on the ground. I was at the school gate because I didn't have an umbrella. I regretted it so much and blamed myself for not thinking about the future. At this moment, a small umbrella was placed over my head, and I looked up. ah! It's Uncle Zhang. I couldn't believe my eyes and rubbed my eyes. It was really him. I saw him smile and said kindly: "You didn't bring an umbrella? If it's okay, I'll lend you my umbrella." Unknowingly, tears wet my eyes and fell on my clothes. I went home . On the way, Uncle Zhang's head was soaked by the rain, but he didn't complain at all.

At this time, I felt disgusted with my prank, and I felt unspeakable regret in my heart. I really wanted to admit my mistake to Uncle Zhang.

The sky is very blue, really blue, and the blue color makes me a little scared and a little uneasy; the flowers are very red, really red, and the red color makes me a little scared and timid. Composition for the sixth grade of elementary school: I am 11

One day, I came to the kitchen and found a garlic thrown in the corner. It was white and fat, with some roots growing. I picked it up, put it in a water dish, and put it on the windowsill.

A few days later, I came to the windowsill and saw that it only absorbed a little water, so I didn't water it. Twenty days later, I thought of garlic again, so I watered the garlic. By this time, the garlic had sucked up the water, and its plump body had become thin, deflated, and a little soft, but it had grown a leaf, the longest of which was two centimeters. I immediately poured another full plate of garlic on it. water.

Slowly, the garlic seedlings returned to their original appearance, growing several leaves, like a green grove. The green leaf is the "eldest", which is as long as my middle finger. The "second" is only one millimeter shorter than my middle finger. Regardless of the top or bottom, they can almost all be the boss. "Lao San" is two millimeters lower than "Lao Er", but the leaf tips are yellow, as if it is sick. The most interesting thing is "Lao Jiu". It has just emerged, its body is still very weak, and it stands crookedly, but its head is always pointed upward, like a strong warrior. "Old Ten" just stuck out his little head, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked around. Suddenly he found "Boss", so he hugged "Boss"'s "legs" and shouted: "Brother, wait for me, I want it too." Grow up! ”

The secret of garlic is that it has tenacious perseverance and will always grow up no matter what the conditions are. How much perseverance is required for garlic seedlings to take root, germinate, and become seedlings under difficult conditions! But it has grown up. So do people.

Cai Xiang, Class 6 (3), Nanyang No. 2 Primary School, composition for the sixth grade of primary school: I am 12

Lively and cheerful is my character, it is my nature to be happy, I and my friends. It is these bits and pieces of unique personality that make me unique. In my unique childhood, there are countless unique stories.

Among the 12 springs, summers, autumns and winters I have experienced, there is one thing that I will never forget. When I was 7 years old, I was studying in a rural primary school. On the way home from school, I suddenly found a good friend. Wang Lei was copying the homework of a classmate who was loved by the teacher. Seeing this, I quickly went to dissuade Wang Lei, but he not only refused to listen, but also said that the good classmate copied it for him openly. I was so angry that I immediately ran out of the classroom and prepared to tell the teacher. But when I first walked to the door of the office, I hesitated. My heart was pounding. I was afraid that Wang Lei would leave me, but shielding him would hurt my good friends. At this time, with an unknown force, I rushed into the office and told the teacher the whole story. The teacher immediately went to "arrest" Wang Lei.

The next day, my good friend Wang Lei ignored me, but I think friends should treat each other with sincerity, and we should not cover up when good friends make mistakes. Even though good friends temporarily misunderstood me, they always One day he will understand my feelings. Composition for the sixth grade of elementary school: I am 13

I stood next to the mirror, and a person appeared: a fair oval face, eyes twinkling under the light willow eyebrows, and a small and exquisite mouth, behind which There is also a "horse tail". This person is me.

I am "eleven" this year, in my early tenth year. Why do you think I am exaggerating? Then you are wrong. Compared with those little ones, I am already "old"! My personality is: carefree, lively and humorous. The advantage is: the brain works quickly (maybe I drank diesel when I was a child). The disadvantages are: forgetful, careless, and lack of strong will! Too bad, after introducing myself for a long time, I didn’t even say my name! You won’t blame me! My last name is hard to pronounce. It is the daughter of Nv and Zhao, pronounced Yao. I have a two-letter name, Jieru. When combined, I am Yao Jieru. How about that? What a good name! This name also contains my family’s love for me!

I remember one time, the teacher assigned the lesson "Guilin Landscapes". I thought: Since this is the first lesson, I should memorize it thoroughly and get up at a certain time tomorrow! Thinking of this, I set the bell. The next day, although the bell rang, I stayed in bed "not moving" and didn't get up until one o'clock. At that time, I hated myself for having no will, but the next day, I was still lying on the bed just like yesterday. Alas, there is really no way!

No, the cabbage I fried was mushy. Let’s chat another day. Goodbye! Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: I am 14

A person will always experience countless things in his life. Some are like floating clouds, which will disperse when the wind comes; some are like nails, which are unforgettable and unforgettable. That day, I saw a scene in the supermarket that I will never forget. Let’s start from the beginning. That day, my mother and I went shopping at Century Department Store. After we selected the items, when we were checking out at the checkout counter, we encountered this scene: a middle-aged woman in her thirties or forties held her hand. Carrying a black handbag, after paying the bill, he rushed out of the supermarket in a panic as he exited the security gate. Just then, the alarm beeped - beeped -. The security guard rushed forward, grabbed the middle-aged woman, checked her receipt, and found that there were two more things in her basket: a bottle of small oil and a bag of chicken wings. She immediately quibbled: The checkout was not completed at the cashier. This made the cashier cry with anger. The security guard pointed to her bag of loose chicken wings and said: Why is there no price tag on it that says re-introduction? She argued again: These two things are not mine, but were taken by others and put here. The security guard said: OK, follow me to the security room to look at the surveillance video. Let's go. The woman who attempted to steal said: I will go to the weighing station to weigh the chicken wings, and I will come back later to make up the money. I put my things here, don't touch them! It seems quite reasonable. I saw this and thought: We can't steal things from the mall like her. Be honest. She is so bad, stealing other people's things, and making excuses. She is so opportunistic! This scene is something I will never forget. Composition for the sixth grade of elementary school: I am 15

I like to stand on the edge of the window sill at home and quietly look at the river within reach.

I stared at the water, and the water stared at me. At that moment, my delicate sensory tips were sensitive to the touch of the water, and I heard the whisper of the water in my ears. Suddenly, my thoughts would be ethereal, as if I were separated from the worldly world. At that moment, my mind would be clear and I would have no worries.

The spring river water is clear and gentle. It flows forward calmly and unhurriedly, and the breeze blows, setting off layers of ripples. The willow trees on the shore have also quietly changed into goose-yellow coats in the past few days, adding a charming charm to the river.

If the mountain is compared to a man, then the water is a quiet and leisurely woman. The feeling of the river to me is that it is a symbol of a good woman who is neither humble nor arrogant, open-minded, peaceful and steady. She lives the life she wants quietly and unhurriedly. There are no storms and waves, and everything is indifferent, because everything will happen. Flow through. Therefore, she plays the strings of life transcendently and happily accepts everything God has given her.

I stare at the water, and the water looks at me quietly. The dirt in my soul has been washed clean and unstained by the water. The water nourishes my soul, and my heart is full because of the nourishment of the water. robust. Thanks to the river for your company! I like to gaze at the river. I can't live without the company of water in my life.