Unit 6 Composition 1 A mother's love is an umbrella that blocks children from the wind and rain. Mother's love. This is a ship, planting a bright future for children. Motherly love is a harbor, giving children a shelter from the wind and rain. Mother's love is a clear spring, and she gives us sweet water. And the mother herself, just silently pay for us, efforts.
I remember it was an autumn afternoon. When I came home from school, it rained heavily. I always feel top-heavy when I walk home. I collapsed in bed as soon as I got home.
In the evening, when my mother came back from work after a hard day, she found me lying in bed, touching my hot forehead, looking at my painful expression and the heavy rain outside the window. Without saying anything, she put on her raincoat and picked me up and walked to the hospital.
Along the way, the wind roared harder and it rained harder. The wind and rain beat us mercilessly. My mother was afraid that I would get wet, so she gave me most of her raincoat and wrapped me tightly. I lay in my mother's arms, moved beyond words. Gradually, I found that my mother's breathing was getting faster and faster, and her steps seemed to slow down. Every step was so hard. I was anxious to think: hospital, hospital, weren't you near my home before? But why is it so far away now?
When I got to the hospital, my mother checked me in. The doctor gave me an injection to take medicine, and I fell asleep.
When I woke up, I found my mother sitting by the bed. When I woke up, she smiled and asked softly, "Are you better?" I looked at my mother's wet clothes and hair, nodded, and said excitedly, "Much better, Mom …" My quilt was sour, so I couldn't go on …
Thinking of this, I looked at my mother's figure again, and I couldn't help thinking of a poem my father once taught me, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother made clothes for her wayward son, sewed them carefully, and repaired them thoroughly, for fear that it would delay his time to go home, but how much love an inch of grass had won three times." Isn't my mother the same? So, how can I repay my mother's selfless love?
Today, the weather is sunny. Everything on the earth looks golden, and the small insects on the ground are moving slowly ... but the only thing that attracts my attention is the seemingly insignificant little ant.
On a small mound, a group of hardworking and simple ants are carrying food several times larger than themselves. Look at their bodies, they are really muscular. I looked around, eager to find the ant's home. Finally, I found their "dormitory" under an unremarkable leaf. Ants keep coming out of the hole to carry things, and ants keep walking in. When an ant moved things home, the hole was blocked because it was too big, which caused a "big traffic jam" for ants inside and outside. Suddenly, two "security guards" standing in front of the door immediately dug the door of the "ant community" and prepared to stuff this huge "food" into it. Finally, there is "more good things", and this "ant community" has resumed "large flow". Some ants are dancing happily, very happy, as if celebrating this "opening to traffic"
Soon, all the ants returned to the community. At this time, out of the rows of neat soldiers, they inexplicably blocked the door again and again, revealing only a gap. I didn't understand what they were doing, so I knocked down the door with my hand. I saw an ant rushing out angrily and looking at me angrily. But in the face of my huge unexpected guest, I dare not step forward. I looked at it and found that this little guy is still a little "male chauvinist" and very cute.
This ant looked at me for a long time and returned to the "community". In a short time, it brought a group of "thugs", as if to show me strength, as if to say, "Come on, I'm not afraid of you!" But this is not the case. They went to seal the hole and then returned to the nest.
I watched, ready to "hit the city gate" again. Suddenly, the rain came. It suddenly dawned on me that they were building a dam!
Unit 6, Book 1, Grade 6 Composition 3 Everyone should have his own beautiful and colorful ideals, great or ordinary. For the sake of ideals, everyone is making unremitting efforts to realize and turn grand ideals into reality. My ideal is to be an excellent dancer.
I have such an ideal because I have loved dancing since I was a child. I want to fight for this ideal, and there will be setbacks if I want to fight. No matter how many setbacks there are, I will work hard for this ideal. I don't want this ideal to go up in smoke. I secretly make up my mind, but sometimes I can't help but want to back down! So I used the formula to realize my ideal: to realize my ideal = to work hard+to persist. If a person has an ideal, he will make unremitting efforts to realize it. If you fail, continue to persist, and then your ideal will come true. It is not easy to be a dancer. I thought about whether I could be a dancer. To integrate heart and dance, you must also have strong endurance. The usual dance practice is very hard and has to go through various tests.
In the process of learning dance, I practice very hard, and sometimes it hurts, which is called heartache! Sweat dripped from my forehead, just in time for a "rain bath"! Once this action is done incorrectly, it will be criticized by the teacher and laughed at by the classmates. At this time, you will always cry and think about backing out. But I asked myself, I've been practicing for so long, it's hard to let this ideal become a bubble? No, absolutely not. They all say, "How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" So I persisted, and in this way, the ridicule of my classmates and the criticism of my teacher became my motivation to practice dancing.
If my dream really comes true, I will encourage my students to strive for their goals and encounter setbacks. This is self-training. Don't be discouraged. In difficult times, we should see efforts and struggles, so that we can get closer to our goals!
This is my ideal, which is the beacon of life navigation. Everyone makes unremitting efforts to realize it and turn the grand ideal into reality!
Unit 6, Book 1, Composition 4, Grade 6 "Hello, everyone, the topic of my speech today is …" In the second comprehensive class in the afternoon, our class held a reading meeting, which was very interesting!
As soon as the class began, Mr. Chen announced, "Today, we will have a book club." All the students cheered and quickly threw themselves into nervous preparations. Some open the book "I recite something a day" and read it aloud for fear of forgetting to recite the words when I first came to power; Some recite rhythmically, but they don't forget to add some gestures, which is quite like reciting; Some look around and search for what the students around them are doing; Others are thinking about what gestures to add when reciting, and they are still muttering something. In short, the classroom is full of noise.
"Ok, now start to draw the student number and go to the stage to read it." Teacher Chen's words broke the noisy classroom. I suddenly became nervous, my heart was in my throat, and I jumped like a small drum, which can be described as "fifteen buckets of water-seven ups and downs", and my mind was in chaos. I had to cheer myself up: Come on, it's okay, just studying, what's there to be afraid of! The students began to recite on stage one after another, and some of them were eloquent and cadenced, winning everyone's applause; Some people just came to power with a blank face and were at a loss, so we had to pity them; Everyone else recited well, but suddenly it got stuck, so we had to remind them desperately below. The most interesting thing is Wang Xinzhu. When teacher Chen called her student number, she was flushed and whispered, "Hello everyone, the topic I recited today is broken chapters." However, at this critical moment, it's not just a brain short circuit or something. Suddenly, she couldn't remember the lyrics, so she tilted her head and scratched her head. I don't know whether it is for myself or for teacher Chen. She gently asked, "How do you recite the first sentence?" We're in a hurry down there. Let's try to remind Wang Xinzhu that he has recovered and recited fluently. She finished reciting and hurried downstairs without even saying thank you. On the way, she suddenly returned to the podium and bowed, then confidently returned to her seat. We are already laughing our heads off down there.
Reading in my class is really interesting!
I like blue because it is the color of the sky.
Blue surrounds us, and a feeling of tranquility and softness impacts our hearts. If the earth is the mother of all things, then the sky is the father who warms the world with his hands. I like the sky. It hugs us in a unique way and makes us live under this umbrella surrounded by blue love.
I like getting wet in the rain, because it is tears in the sky.
Rain is sad, it falls because of missing the earth; Rain is sacred, because it falls with the yearning of the sky for everything on the earth; Rain is happy, because it not only conveys the thoughts of the sky, but also moistens the earth with its own body. I like the sky, which conveys our feelings in a unique way and makes us live in this colorful world.
I like watching clouds, because it is the expression of the sky.
Clouds are changeable. Wan Li is clear, sometimes cloudy or sunny, sometimes dark. When the sky is clear in Wan Li, it is sunny, clear and fresh, which makes us feel that the sky is happy at this time. Because it feels the distance between the earth and it is getting closer and closer ... rain or shine, the wind whistling. At this time, the sky will be angry, because no matter how hard you try, the earth and it can't always be together, only across thousands of miles ... when it gets dark, it thunders, and thunder is the sound of crying. At this time, the sky is blue. Because he misses the earth, but he can't embrace it. I like the sky, because its infatuation with the earth is admirable. Let us sigh, "If the sky is affectionate, if it is old, this love will last forever."
I like the sky, because it warms me and contains me like my father; Just like a teacher, it opened my heart and influenced me.
The first volume of grade six Unit 6 Composition 6 Thank your parents for their poems.
Parental love, human love.
Motherly love is like water, nourishing the heart;
My father loved me like a mountain and taught me to be a man.
Motherly love is gentle and joyful as honey;
Father loves fortitude and teaches me sincerity.
Motherly love is elegant, like spring breeze;
Father loves me, teach me to be calm.
A mother's love rambles like a shadow;
My father loved me silently and taught me to persist.
Motherly love is like fire, warming my heart!
Motherly love is like the sea, which contains everything!
Who doesn't love their parents in the world!
Although my parents are not with me,
But they call every week,
I must answer it.
Ask questions on the phone,
Dad cares about my study,
Mom cares about my life,
My parents care about everything about me
I didn't listen to my parents when I was a child.
Sometimes I don't answer my phone.
Now that I have grown up,
I did what my parents said,
However, I am not good at expressing,
Today, with the help of literature network,
Improvise a poem:
Express my deep love for my parents!
Although parents' love is only based on telephones and computers,
Although we are far from Qian Shan,
Parents are at the head of the Yangtze River,
I am at the end of the Yangtze River.
It is not easy for us to say a word,
But my parents always after school,
Call me.
Parents on weekends.
Video chat with me.
Mom and Dad:
I know,
Over the years,
You do this for me,
Gave a lot.
Son, when I grow up,
I learned to respect you,
But I didn't even bring you a basin of water to wash your feet.
I used to be ignorant,
Please forgive me!
Time is like running water,
I hope you pay more attention to your health,
I don't want my parents to get old too soon,
Because I love you!
You brought us into this world,
I should thank you,
I want to study hard,
Work hard!
I think the best gratitude,
Nothing is better than speaking with grades.
The first volume of grade six Unit 6 Composition 7 The world is beautiful because of you.
Volunteer, what a noble and proud name.
Every time I think of you, a vivid and touching picture spreads out instantly.
Wenchuan disaster relief, you charge ahead,
Bring strength and warmth to the people in the disaster area
Beijing Olympic Games, you pursue perfection,
Won the praise of the world with sincerity and smile.
Western plan, you take the initiative to go to remote areas in the west,
Sprinkle youth and blood all over the border land
Three supports and one support, you are eager to go to the grassroots.
Serve thousands of children with enthusiasm and morality.
Without a solid life, there is a lack of rich returns.
You are successful and selfless.
Stay away from the concerns of relatives and look forward to the blessings of friends.
You abide by morality and pass on friendship.
Persistence in the face of justice and responsibility.
You hold hands and help each other.
Draw a magnificent career, eager for great achievements.
You take your time and make progress little by little.
Your positive energy creates social harmony.
Your volunteer spirit has infected everyone with conscience.
Let's give more help and the society will be more friendly.
Let's take one more step, and society will advance once more.
Let's take a closer look, society will be more kind.
Speak a little more, and society will be warmer.
Take action and let my gentle heart fly with you.
Work hard and let my silent body sail with you.
Maybe if I dedicate a leaf, I can harvest the whole spring.
Perhaps, I can bury my head in the indomitable spirit and enjoy the beautiful world.
Because, you have become my most amiable and respectable person.
Unit 6, Book 1, Grade 6 Composition 8 "It snowed in May, there were no flowers, only cold. Spring can only be imagined in the flute "Folding Willow", but it has never been seen in reality. The soldiers fought the enemy in the golden drum during the day and slept in the saddle at night. I would like to put my sword under my waist and cut Loulan straight. " Reading Li Bai's poems, I can't help but blend into the world of poetry. ...
With a book on my pillow and ink on my nose, I returned to the Tang Dynasty and met Li Bai, a gifted scholar with hundreds of poems about drinking. Listen! "Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he likes, and don't let Jin Zunkong face Japan." It is Li Bai. He and his friends are reciting poems about wine at the table, and he has another glass of wine in his mouth, listening to his masterpiece. Broken bridge outside the post, crossing the boat in the wild, outside the riverside restaurant, facing the river, wearing a white robe, watching him look up and drink, the masterpiece "I have voted for Bolt and me since yesterday; It hurts my heart even more today. "What an enlightened poet! Life is a long road, and there are always joys and sorrows. How hard is it to walk? Let's take a look at how Li Bai lived his life. "It's hard to go, it's hard to go. Dodge Road, Ann is here now. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight and cross the deep sea. " Li Bai was drunk and invited the bright moon. His free and easy expression, till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, brought me my shadow, which made the three of us influence many literati in later generations, even Emperor Qianlong was impressed by him.
Li Bai's chic is enviable, but Du Fu's depression is heartbreaking. What a shocking social reality is the contrast between "the wine in Zhumen stinks and the ghosts on the road freeze to death"; Under the wandering mountains and rivers of "after three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold", a letter from home is more precious than two thousand gold; Fortunately, after the "An Shi Rebellion", the country recovered its lost territory. At this time, Du Fu wept with joy and wrote the first poem in his life, "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army". He was glad to reunify the country and the homeless went home. How can his patriotism not arouse our deep thought?
Realistic brushwork is more thought-provoking. The tenacious vitality of the song "Wildfire didn't completely burn them down, but they grew tall again in the spring breeze" was also the expectation of the Tang Dynasty. That we are all unhappy-forever and ever, we meet. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? What a comfort to many kindred spirits!
In reading and appreciating, I gradually understood the feelings of Tang poetry and poets ... and I became one of them. "In this nocturne, everyone can't afford to be homesick."