I have always hated the hen. Look, it strode calmly into the kitchen. After hearing a few clucks, the hen came out of it in a big way. At this time, a corn cob that had been pecked by the hen was lying helplessly and tragically on the ground-it seemed that it was crying silently for its deformity. As he walked into the sitting room of the chicken with psychological comfort, he shouted arrogantly and sang praises for his delicious food just now. The hen was also very hospitable. As the ancients said, "It's a pleasure to have friends coming from afar." While everyone was not paying attention, he quietly left a pile of dusty "souvenirs" on the clean white floor. His sharp yellow mouth warmly contacted the guests several times: " 2. Imitate the composition in Lesson 4 of Grade 6 in 45 words. It's neither too much nor too little
Swimming for the first time
Today is the day when I learn to swim. I am particularly excited, because if I can't learn, my wish will not come true.
when I got to the swimming pool, I was extremely excited, but when I jumped into the water, I was extremely cold. When my grandfather came to the pool, he said, "Don't be afraid, I'll be all right in a minute." So I relaxed my nervous mood. Grandpa said, "Now I'll teach you how to swim." "good!" I said. "The first step is to learn to hold your breath first." Grandpa told me and I asked him, "What is holding your breath?" Grandpa said, "Hold your breath first, then plunge into the water and see if you can stay for a few minutes." I tried, but I just buried my head in the water and lifted it without staying for a second, because I didn't know how to hold my breath. Grandpa said, "I'll give you a demonstration." I saw him clench his nose and plunge into the water. I exclaimed with surprise, "Wow! Grandpa, you are awesome! " Grandpa looked up and said, "awesome?" So I did it again according to my grandfather's actions just now. When I looked up again, I said to him, "That's a great move!"
Then grandpa jumped into the deep pool. I saw that he could swim in the deep pool. It was great. Grandpa said, "Come down and have a try." I held my breath and jumped into the deep pool. Because I couldn't swim, I choked a few mouthfuls. Fortunately, I grabbed the railing in the water and was rescued. Grandpa said, "Now I'll teach you breaststroke. First straighten your two fingers together, and you'll find that you won't sink to the bottom." I did what he said, so I wouldn't sink. Grandpa taught me how to swim forward and how to tread water step by step, so I slowly learned the breaststroke.
After climbing into the swimming pool, grandpa said, "Did you gain a lot today?" I said, "Today's harvest is really great. Let's come back tomorrow. I have to learn another stroke." "yes." On the way home, grandpa said, "swimming is not difficult. As long as you are brave and persistent, you can learn it!" "
I remember my first swim vividly. 3. The sixth-grade text "Village of Grass Insects" is parody, with about 45 words < P > That day, I was lying on the grass, looking at the sky. Recalling my childhood, suddenly a group of butterflies flew in the sky and interrupted my thinking. Watching the beautiful butterfly flapping its golden wings. Reminds me of that beautiful love: the story "butterfly lovers". Butterfly lovers loves each other deeply. But why can't lovers get married! Why do they turn into butterflies after they die? With this question, I turned myself into a butterfly to explore this butterfly village.
They are like a group of lost butterflies, and seem to get lost in the grass! They kept flying and finally found a way, and they met many other butterflies on the way. They all greet each other. I also want to go up and cut in. But I don't understand their language.
their village is located among wild flowers. There are many butterflies here. Most of them fly in pairs It seems that many couples of butterfly lovers flew to him with great joy when they saw their partners. After a brief greeting. I returned to my flowers with great joy.
Suddenly a butterfly turned my eyes to him. He flew sideways at 45 degrees and then at 6 degrees. Then turn three times and rush forward at a speed of 1 kilometers per hour. Finally, he suddenly fell to the ground and he got up. Although he didn't finish it, that sentence always sounded around him; Success belongs to the persevering. In this way, he fell and got up again. In the last part of the fourth flight. He took a deep breath, and some viewers covered their faces, fearing that he would not succeed again, but with applause. He sank completely. When he finished the action, my heart was restless for a long time. I believe that if he is so motivated, no matter what difficulties he encounters in his later flying career, it will no longer be difficult for him. I can't help applauding the pilot. He shocked me. He was an unprecedented pilot.
my eyes were attracted by a group of dancers. Their movements are very harmonious and beautiful. They waved their wings. There was a beautiful dance in the sky. The audience below was fascinated, as if they had become a dancer. But who found that the dancer's sweat rolled to the ground like beads? How hard they work. In order to make the audience below see the performance incisively and vividly, they can't stop. But when the music stopped, they didn't show the slightest fatigue. Because they have the most valuable moment in their lives.
time flies. It was the bird that brought back my soul. Now I finally know why butterfly lovers became a butterfly after his death. Because the butterfly world is wonderful, beautiful and interesting! 4. The first volume of Grade 6, Shan Yu, imitates the composition with 4 words
Snow (imitates the text "Shan Yu")
People say that the winter in Jinan is beautiful, and in this beautiful winter, snow is not a rare visitor. I like snow very much, and I like its immaculate appearance.
I don't know when naughty clouds will quietly spread all over the sky. It's going to snow. In a short time, pure snow fell down in droves. Unlike rain, snow is silent, and everything is very quiet in the snow. The snow is getting bigger and bigger, flying all over the sky, like a fairy splashing pear flowers on the earth. The north wind roared, snowflakes whirled in the air, and the sky became their stage. Snowflakes danced and ran to the earth happily. A small snowflake falls into my palm. It looks very unique: it has six corners, and the pattern is complex and exquisite. However, it melts in my hands for a moment, leaving only unforgettable beauty and cool palms. Nature has created such beautiful things. They are flying in the air, flying ...
I don't know who quietly caught the snow and the sky cleared up. Looking around the earth, there are well-proportioned trees and silver flowers everywhere, and the whole city is wrapped in silver, which is a thousand miles of frozen northern scenery! The children were so happy that they came out to play in the snow. Feet on the snow, making a "squeaky" sound, like snow accompanying footsteps.
The falling snow has refreshed the air, cared for the vegetation and purified our hearts. 5. Grade 6 Imitation Lesson 1 Composition 4 words
Nature is beautiful and the world is beautiful.
Maybe you will hate rainy and wet weather, but it is different if you look at them with your heart.
When it rains outside the window, the room is silent. At this time, you just need to calm down. Sit on a cane chair with a spiritual food on your lap. The fragrant tea of flowers and the freshness of the air outside the window blend into one, and slowly, slowly sneak into your heart and spleen. Soft violin music takes you by the hand and takes you into a beautiful dream. When you wake up, you can put on your coat, put on your umbrella and go for a walk outside. Look, smoke is rising from the low house in the small village, and the lights are on, which is hazy in the drizzle.
Of course, it can't be rainy every day, and there are times when Wan Li is clear.
Clear sky is a pride in summer, and the sky in the four seasons belongs to it. However, you must be worried about the scorching sun in summer. However, as long as you make friends with them with your heart.
There are no impurities in the blue sky in summer, only lovely white clouds adorn it. Knowing that it is singing the beauty of summer in the shade, you can quietly. The lush and tall trees stretch out their arms to cover the sun for you. The green grass weaves a fluffy and soft blanket for you as early as spring. Lying on the blanket, looking up at the blue sky, the stream plays for you rhythmically. "6. The composition of the sixth grade of primary school is not less than 45 words. < P > When I get home during the winter vacation, my favorite is our country road. There is no mud or bumps in the past.
It should be more than half a month. Every morning, I walk on this path to my field, and in the evening, I go home this way. I always take the road that will not be taken by too many people. I always walk like that, and then I don't say a word. So, I am still, and the road is still under my feet.
Sometimes I stop to look at the fields around me. There are wheat seedlings and greenhouses. In my eyes, they seem to be always quiet, as if many years have passed, and they still stand there quietly, just like me, still walking quietly from here for many years.
silent. Whether I admit it or not, I think that kind of sadness has settled down on this quiet road year after year. It has already settled into my bones, struggled and tried to make noise, but those sad things just seeped into my bones, unconsciously and irresistible.
In the early morning, when I pushed open the door, it was a little dazzling white. It was so thick with snow. With one foot in the past, I actually buried my foot, and there is no way for me to go out.
At this time, I naturally think of a sentence by Lu Xun: There is no road in the world, and more people walk, so it becomes a road. I smiled, but my feet were lifted to destroy a perfect piece of snow. Looking back, I personally stepped out of the road-two strings of deep footprints.
The snow has stopped for a long time, and the next step is to clear the way. In a short time, I opened two narrow roads from the stairs to the door. When I walk in the street again, hardworking people will have swept away the snow on that road and exposed the flat and dry cement road.
There are always people trying to find a way to open the way, but everyone is taking a different road, one step at a time. I believe there are tracks to follow, just like deep footprints printed in the snow. No matter how hard or happy they walk, they will never come back. It is a road that cannot be returned. However, we are still on the road with hope, because no matter how thick the snow is, someone will still help us sweep it away. No matter how heavy the snow is, there is still a way.
My home is next to a wide street, and there is a meeting every Sunday, which is quite lively. Today is Sunday, but there are only a few scattered stalls and a few scattered people on the street in such weather.
I'm walking on that street. It's a world of ice and snow. The street was quickly crushed into ice by vehicles, and I was walking and sliding with my niece, laughing and joking.
the fun of childhood suddenly returned. I often want to be so desperate to be happy. It's not difficult.
But when walking on that colorful road, I feel sad unconsciously, get used to it and get quiet. But I still want to walk, because I don't want to curl up in a lonely corner like that, just want to cry, hopeless.
I just want to see more scenery, experience more and feel more. No matter whether I am sad or happy, I have no regrets after all, and I don't want to be pale in my memory. However, I still feel that my road is too monotonous and my youth is too thin. I expect that there will be disasters and storms on my road, but I can't stand the paleness and thinness of my youth.
unbearable lightness of life. Farakawa was walking in the sand, and he saw a classmate in junior high school. At that time, he remembered the girl who had a good time together.
I haven't seen it for five or six years or even longer. I greeted her warmly and she almost didn't recognize me.
naturally talk about their recent situation. As a student, I don't seem to have changed much.
And she is married, and her children are over a month old. She said it naturally, and I replied, "It's not surprising. Considering that we are all over 2, it's great to see that you are all married. I don't even have a boyfriend yet.
"I'm amazed at how naturally I can say these words. Whether it's true or not, at least it proves that we are no longer children, but my heart seems to be childish. Suddenly I'm afraid of growing up and saying the word" marriage ",but I still say it naturally. She said with a smile; What's so good? My old man (husband) and I fight every day. She talks hard, and her face is clearly filled with a happy smile, the kind from the heart.
and when it comes to her children, too. Although I can't fully understand that happiness, I'm sure she is happy. That's a woman's most common happiness. She didn't even go to high school, graduated from junior high school, worked hard for a few years, and then got married and had children. She wouldn't worry too much about who we are.
But I sincerely wish her that she is really happy. After a thousand turns, what every woman pursues is probably just an ordinary happiness, I think.
and where is my happiness? If there was such a road in front of me, would I go? If there was such happiness in front of me, would I want it? More precisely, if I wanted to, it should be at my fingertips, at any time, a long time ago. However, turning back time is definitely still the way to study.
The passers-by in my life seem to be far away from me, and almost all my childhood playmates no longer go to school. It seems that I am so far away from them, so "happiness" is always at arm's length from me, and loneliness often accompanies me.
I don't know if happiness is just ahead, and I always seem to be unable to catch it. So it was doomed to hope and disappointment; Disappointed, hopeful.
I seem to be waiting and dreaming deliberately, because I always feel that I can't accept the happiness that is a foregone conclusion at once. I'm still a little afraid to think about it, and this life will be settled after all.
I always wait like this, leaving myself alone, enduring loneliness for a little longer, and leaving myself alone for a little longer. Because once you put a person in your heart, I'm afraid you can't lose it all your life, and you can never be alone again; Once you meet a person, you can also know the happiness that has been exhausted, know how to cherish it, and hold the happy hand tightly and never let go again.
Walking on the wide snow-covered road, lonely road, I looked up; What? This road, even if lonely, is my choice. 7. About Lesson 11, Book 2, Grade 6: My Mother Imitates.