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My favorite sixth grade composition

Whether in school or in society, everyone has dealt with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words. How to write an essay to avoid making mistakes? Below are my favorite sixth grade compositions that I have compiled for you. You are welcome to read them. I hope you will like them. My Favorite Sixth Grade Composition 1

In the afternoon, sitting on the rocking chair, I read a book leisurely. The sunshine was warm and lazy, and through the window, a fragrance came to my nostrils. Following the attractive fragrance, the aroma led me to a sycamore tree.

I remember that some time ago, there were only a few clusters of new leaves on the tree. Unexpectedly, within two or three days, it was suddenly covered with lavender flowers. Like small trumpets strung randomly, one by one, clusters, moving with the wind. Countless bees and butterflies were flying among them, and the fragrance became stronger and stronger.

I like Wutong, I like poems about Wutong, and I even like articles describing Wutong.

My favorite is Feng Zikai’s "Putong Tree". Its creations are often based on trivial matters in life, but "the small can reveal the big, and there is lingering sound beyond the strings." It makes people have endless aftertaste.

In the description of "Putong Tree", Feng Zikai's perception of nature, art, and life is expressed through the changes of the four seasons in the sycamore tree.

Through the plain, simple and delicate description of the sycamore tree from the new tung tree to the green trees and then to the yellow leaves and branches, the author expresses his slight appreciation, joy and exclamation, and inadvertently It reveals a certain philosophy of life to us.

At the end of the article, a few strokes express a profound theory: The same is true for sycamores and other things. The owner may not be able to understand and appreciate them. Why are nature and art not the same? Only by feeling and discovering with your heart can you say you have it, because formal possession is not real possession.

Both are trees full of childlike innocence, but the growth process of the sycamore seems to have an added implication of the impermanence of life and the ever-changing world.

Life is like a tree. Just like a tree, so is life. My Favorite Sixth Grade Composition 2

Her shiny black hair was tied into a ponytail, and she swayed as she walked, looking very energetic. He always has a smile on his face and is so amiable. She is my favorite teacher - Teacher Sun. Teacher Sun is a teacher who works hard, is caring and teaches well.

Teacher Sun’s lectures are very interesting and his teaching method is very good. She never asked us to memorize by rote, but attached great importance to learning and applying, which gave us more time to study and think about problems by ourselves. Sometimes, in the middle of the text, she would tell a few jokes to adjust the atmosphere in the class. With interest, it will naturally be much easier for everyone to learn. When we encounter some difficult Chinese questions and knowledge to be memorized, we always find it difficult. At this time, Teacher Sun said: "What's so difficult about this?" So she picked up a beautiful pen and a piece of white paper. After a while, the article was organized, which allowed us to understand the meaning of the article at once. All kinds of mysteries. At the same time, she will also compile the complicated content into sentences to make it easy for us to understand the difficult problems. Would you say that such a teacher is admirable?

Teacher Sun is very patient with students. I remember one time Teacher Sun organized us to write essays. My essays were not very good, so she called me over. I was worried that she would criticize me, but I didn't expect that Teacher Sun would just help me find the reasons seriously and meticulously, asking me to write first and then what to write. She was relieved until I completely understood it.

Teacher Sun is not only excellent in teaching, but also considers us in every possible way in life. Every time it rains, she will ask us: "Are your shoes wet? Are you cold?" Every time after eating, she will ask us: "Have you eaten enough? Do you want extra food?" Once , a classmate in our class was hit in the eye with an ice cube by another classmate while having a snowball fight, and he couldn't open his eyes for a while. Teacher Sun quickly called his parents and took him to the infirmary for preliminary treatment.

At that time, she was so anxious and felt so sorry for that classmate, wishing that she were a god and could immediately relieve his pain.

This is our Teacher Sun, and I sincerely thank her. Teacher Sun is my favorite teacher. My favorite sixth grade composition 3

My mother can cook a variety of dishes, such as braised prawns, braised pork ribs, sweet and sour pork, hot and sour potato shreds, stir-fried vegetables, sweet and sour Yam. There are so many! Among the many dishes, my favorite is sour pork. When I think of sweet and sour pork, my taste buds are in an inexplicable excitement; when I talk about sweet and sour pork, my saliva fills my mouth, making me salivate; when I see the sweet and sour pork, my hands can't help but move. Run towards it.

No, that familiar smell wafts from the kitchen, sour yet sweet, sweet yet fragrant, refreshing. I inhaled hard through my nose, smacked my lips, and swallowed. Then I tiptoed to the kitchen door, took a deep breath, and let the fragrance penetrate deeper into my lungs. Ah, this is the taste, the taste of sweet and sour pork that I have a special liking for. I was intoxicated by the pleasant aroma. Seeing this scene, my mother deliberately said with a straight face: "Little greedy cat, it's not done yet. Go back and do your homework quickly, otherwise you know..." I understand what my mother didn't finish. It's the same trick every time. well! He died before leaving the army. Feeling disappointed, I drooped my head and moved slowly at a snail's pace. It's really like leaving in good spirits and returning in disgrace.

After finally finishing my homework, I strode to the dining table and looked at the delicious sweet and sour pork. My saliva had already flowed down three thousand feet. The round plate is filled with yellow pineapple, tender tenderloin that is crispy on the outside, and sweet and sour tomato soup. Pineapples are like loyal warriors guarding the fruits of labor on the red land. No matter what, I picked up a piece of pineapple and stuffed it into my mouth. It was so hot, but the sweet and sour taste whetted my appetite. Put another piece of meat into your mouth and taste it carefully. When you first taste it, it's crispy and chewy; when you taste it again, it's so tender that it seems to melt in your mouth. The meat not only contains its own aroma, but also the sweet aroma of pineapple and the sour aroma of tomato sauce. The various fragrances are intertwined together, leaving people with endless aftertaste. That seemingly useless soup also has great uses. When you pour it on the rice, the color and taste are so good that you can't help but move your index fingers.

Ah, sweet and sour pork, my favorite! My Favorite Sixth Grade Composition 4

I have a copy of "Robinson Crusoe". This is my favorite book. I have read it over and over again three times. The book is now in tatters. The original beautiful writing is gone, and the inside is rotten. But I still like this book the most.

What attracts me most about this book is the protagonist Robinson. He is a person who is not afraid of difficulties, strong, optimistic, persistent, and has a positive attitude towards life. It is these advantages of his that deeply attracted me and left an impression in my mind that will never be erased.

When Robinson Crusoe and his companions were sailing to South America, they encountered a rare storm. The storm sank the ship and all their companions died. Only Robinson survived and was killed by the waves. Rushed to an uninhabited island. After reading this, I am really worried about his future fate. How should he survive? But his actions were far beyond my expectations. He was not intimidated by the difficulties, but lived tenaciously. He built a shabby tent with trees and worn-out canvas. He used his wisdom and I have the courage to make my own wine on this island, raise my own livestock, grow my own food, and make all kinds of furniture from wood... After reading this, I am even more amazed. What gave him so much power? It's his determination, his tenacity, his attitude towards life, and his positive spirit!

Asturias once said: "Only those who are brave and strong can survive the night and usher in the light.

"Yes! As long as we are brave, strong, and persistent, we will usher in a brighter, more gorgeous, and better tomorrow!

A good book will make you realize many truths; a good book Books will give you a wealth of knowledge; a good book will make you gain something, be inspired, and achieve something! "Robinson Crusoe" is a good book, friends, let's read it together. This book! My Favorite Sixth Grade Composition 5

Once upon a time, you were also a high-ranking princess; once upon a time, you were also the beloved daughter of your parents, but after I was born, you devoted all your energy to Put it on me.

I remember that morning three years ago, it was drizzling, and I was anxiously walking around the school gate because I forgot to bring my school uniform. Just when I was extremely anxious, it was you. Braving the rain, you walked towards me with your school uniform in hand. When I saw your sweating profusely and your clothes soaked by the rain, I felt infinite regret and guilt in my heart. Why didn’t I prepare my school uniform in advance? Why? I want you to come to me in the rain to deliver school uniforms. Just when I was so guilty that I couldn't look directly into your eyes, your gentle voice came to my ears: "Go in quickly, don't get wet in the rain." . "This short sentence gradually warmed up my body that had been stiff in the cold wind and calmed down my anxious heart.

Mom, maybe I can't give you comfort now. Life, but I will accompany you through happy days, accompany you through every bit of life, and taste the ups and downs of life with you...

Mom, in these thirteen years In the past thirty years, you have sacrificed so many beautiful years of youth for me; in these thirty years, you have sacrificed so much laughter among friends for me. From now on, I will become a big tree in your life, sheltering you from the wind and rain. ; I will be your sail in the wind, guarding your future route; I will be your future friend, guarding you silently

Mom, maybe you can’t be the princess you once were, you can’t. No longer have the love given to you by your parents and friends, but I will protect you forever.

Mom, I love you. My favorite sixth grade composition 6

"Clothes. Wear more, don't let me catch a cold again, it will only cause trouble..." Amid my mother's nagging, I started to put on one coat after another, trying hard not to hear this sentence again, Cover your ears and run out of the house.

Every time I hear this sentence, I feel upset. Why do I keep saying this?

However, that night completely changed my thoughts, my views...

That night was Sunday, and my mother came home very late. When she opened her mouth to speak, she said, "It's cold at night. Wear more. "It actually smelled of alcohol. My mother never drank! After a while, my mother was lying on the bed in a daze. I just wanted to go back to the room to sleep, but I heard my mother talking incoherently: "Don't let me chatter." Nagging. You were sick when you were a child...Don't bother me, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold, you are my only one..." I put my back behind the door, and a warm current filled my heart, mixed with happiness, self-blame and love. . Lying on the bed, I thought quietly: It turns out that this sentence contains my mother’s concern for me!

Early the next morning, I got up from the bed, and my mother had already started to make breakfast for me. , suddenly felt how thin my mother’s back was! “Why are you wearing so little? Wear more, it’s very cold today! "I was no longer bored, quickly put on my coat, and gave my mother a sweet, big smile and a hug. My mother was a little confused, but she also laughed. I put my schoolbag on my back and said "goodbye" to my mother uncharacteristically. Once I walked out of the house so happily and walked far away, I heard my mother's words "Don't catch a cold".

I started to like hearing this sentence, but now if it is missing, I will feel that something is wrong with my mother. It’s here!

Because love is around you and love is hidden in words. My Favorite Sixth Grade Composition 7

Piano is a kind of Western classical music.

Although it does not have the mellow and clear timbre of the flute, it does not have the rich and soft tone of the pipa, nor does it have the melodiousness of the suona. But it has unique characteristics that I like: a wide range, beautiful timbre, and it is recognized as the "King of Instruments" in the music world.

Three years ago, my mother bought me a piano, which fulfilled my wish for many years. The black body, 88 interlaced black and white keys, and three pitch-changing pedals are perfectly combined into a luxurious piano. With this piano, beautiful and melodious music is not a problem. When I started learning piano, I always played some boring etudes and syllables, such as "do", "re", "mi", "fa", "sol", "la", "si" and "do". I practiced every day for no less than an hour. Slowly, my love for the piano turned into boredom. At this time, my mother would constantly encourage me, enlighten me, and guide me to practice the piano with coaxing and coercion. When I didn't practice, she would occasionally scold me. During this process of coaxing, forcing, and training, my piano skills improved by leaps and bounds. The first thing I do after school every afternoon is practice piano.

In the first semester of fifth grade, the teacher told me that I could prepare music for the grade exam. I was extremely happy that I could finally take the exam. During that time, I gradually realized the wonderful side of the piano. I would also be immersed in the music when I played the piano. I really fell in love with the piano. During this summer vacation, my home is always filled with the beautiful music of the piano. I finally looked forward to the day of the exam, and I successfully passed Level 6. Unintentionally, the piano became my good friend. Now, I am preparing to take the Grade 8 test. I hope that my good friend, the piano, can accompany me to pass the Grade 8 exam smoothly.

The piano not only made me a music lover, but also changed my character and cultivation. I want to say: Thank you, piano - my favorite! My Favorite Sixth Grade Composition 8

By that small river, light a bonfire, put a cauldron on it, and when the water inside is cooked, put some fish fillets in it for three or four seconds. Then I picked it up. When I saw it, I wanted to smell it. When I smelled it, I wanted to try a piece. When I took a piece, I wanted to eat a bowl. These attractive fish meats come from the river in my favorite hometown.

Yes, I was ten years old at that time. I often went fishing in the river in my hometown with my friends. Now that I think about it, I can’t help but drool. If you want to eat delicious fish fillets, there are three steps in one step - fishing, cutting the fish, and cooking the fish. Fishing is usually done by children between the ages of five and ten, while filleting and cooking fish is usually done by teenagers between eleven and sixteen.

Our method of fishing is very simple - children between nine and ten years old line up in a row with fishing baskets, and children between five and eight years old hold bamboo poles and hit the water surface regularly. The purpose is to Scare the rain to our side. As soon as the fish came close to us, we caught them at lightning speed. Although this fishing method is tiring, we are also very happy when we think about eating delicious fish fillets later.

It only takes a minute or two from the beginning of cutting the fish fillets to the time when the fish fillets are cooked, so everyone simply prepares a little soy sauce and vinegar on the side. After the fish fillets are picked up, everyone grabs the fish fillets. Dip in some toppings and enjoy. This fish fillet is only one-third of a centimeter thick, and it can be said to be crystal clear. When I smell it again, bursts of fragrance hit my nostrils, and my saliva can't help dripping down. So, this piece of fish fillet was taken by me. When I put it into my mouth, before my teeth could bite it, the moment my tongue pressed against it, the fish meat turned into powder, and all the flavors burst out. It was so fragrant that I couldn't care about the image. I took it with my left and right hands. I grabbed the fish fillets and stuffed them into my mouth without thinking, until there was no more residue left in the pot. Looking back now, my saliva is still gushing out as before, and I really want to eat again!

The river in my hometown is my favorite. You allow me to taste the most delicious food in the world. My Favorite Sixth Grade Composition 9

Mother, do you know? When I was in sixth grade, I was very "rebellious", but you don't know how much I suffered, how many grievances I suffered, and how many nights I cried alone.

Mother, do you still remember? That was when I was in the second grade. I had a high fever and was hanging on a diaphragm needle every day. I endured pain that ordinary people couldn't bear. It was you who stayed with me day and night. Finally, when my hands and feet were "covered with bruises" "When you finally couldn't help it anymore, you said to your father: "Why don't you just spend some money and take her to see her? If you spend the money, you can make more money, but if our precious daughter is gone, there will be no more. ". Finally, under your persuasion, my father gave you money and took me to Kangda Hospital for treatment, but my father did not accompany me.

At the hospital, we had a long queue. When you heard the "angel in white" say, I'm going to be hospitalized, you cried. I smiled, but I couldn't bear to see you cry, so I took the paper again. Wiping your tears, in fact, when you asked me why you were laughing, weren't you afraid, I was very sad, I was afraid that I would leave, leave!

While I was in the hospital, you didn’t accompany me. Instead, my grandma, who favored boys over girls, stayed with me. I thought you didn’t want me anymore, but when I received the cake you gave me, I couldn’t help it. Needless to say, I was in a very happy mood. When I was discharged from the hospital, I couldn’t do anything because my hands were stiff for a few days. It was you who fed me spoonful by spoonful and taught me to write stroke by stroke. I felt again that you Still loves me.

Mom, I’m sorry, I haven’t paid attention to you recently because I am under too much pressure. Mom, I love you, I love you!

Maternal love is like a blue sky, allowing the eagle to fly! Happy holidays, Mom! My Favorite Sixth Grade Composition 10

If father’s love is like a mountain, then mother’s love is like the sea! Sometimes the sea is rough, but sometimes it laps us gently like gentle sea water!

My mother, a great word - mother, contains our love for us and our love for her!

Mom. A great person brought us into this world and allowed me to see and hear this beautiful world! We often play together! I often ask: "Mom, why is the knowledge you learn different from ours?" She always replies: "Because! Society has advanced! Everything is changing all the time, and people are also changing! Yes! As we get older, someone will always die! I never understood it at that time, because I was still young!

Now I understand that my parents will always change! When we get older, our hair will become gray and our eyes will become blurry! We will all grow up by then! I will say no without hesitation, because our parents have raised us and we have no chance to repay them. They!

Love will always be around you, but love will disappear sooner or later! Dependence is not a solution. In fact, I am very dependent on my parents! Ask my mother, I don’t want to do it, leave it...

My mother’s love for me is far beyond my imagination! She cares about us all the time! Being a little princess and a little emperor at home! We don’t save anything. We have enough food and clothing, but we want this and that unreasonably...

My mother, a A nagging and frugal person, she is always responsible for me and supports me in buying things that are related to my studies, but she doesn’t support me much if they are not related to my studies!

My mother, I am. I love her~ Mom, I will repay you everything you give me! Thank you! My favorite sixth grade composition 11

I live in a building and there is a wall covered with it. "Wall-creeper".

Spring is here, and the wall-creeper sprouts many tender green buds. From a distance, the entire wall is "spotted" by the buds of the wall-creeper. There are many bright green spots on it. The originally cold wall suddenly has a spring flavor.

Compared with the spring wall-creeping tiger, it is more lively and playful. The broad leaves cover the entire wall, "dying" the monotonous and cold wall green. That kind of lush scene makes people sigh at the vigorous vitality of the wall-climbing tiger and the enthusiasm of summer.

Autumn is the most beautiful season of the year for wall-creepers. As the seasons change, the wall-creepers are also slowly changing. The originally green leaves have now turned into a bright fiery red! This fiery red wall-creeper "burns" on the wall like fire, making the entire wall look particularly eye-catching. The flaming leaves are always picked by me to make specimens, and the flaming leaves always make me show off in front of my friends for a long time. In my eyes, the wall full of fiery red is the most beautiful scenery in the world!

Farewell to the unforgettable autumn, and ushered in the flawless white winter. The wall-creeper in winter has no leaves, and the bare rattan looks a bit monotonous in the white snow. However, the winding rattan all over the wall unknowingly outlines a beautiful mural, gentle and gentle. Just like a girl dancing in the snow, I think there is no more beautiful mural than this.

Ah, beautiful wall-creeper, you have a beauty that is different from other plants all year round. I will never forget this beautiful and unique wall-creeper. My Favorite Sixth Grade Composition 12

Growing up, I have eaten a lot of delicacies, including soup dumplings that fill my mouth with fragrance; mutton soup that makes people have endless aftertaste; and smell The stinky tofu tastes delicious, but what I will never forget the most is the Thousand Miles of Fragrant Wontons sold at my doorstep.

Every weekend, my mother and I go to that inconspicuous little shop and sit down to eat a bowl of wontons. This weekend is of course no exception.

As usual, my mother and I came to this small shop, sat at the table, and waited quietly. The wontons we ordered haven't arrived yet, and the aroma is everywhere. Although this aroma cannot be compared with the fragrance of flowers, it is more tempting and made me swallow my saliva.

The wontons were delivered to you. The wontons in the bowl were like little elves, crystal clear, swimming in the bowl. The chopped green onions in the bowl seem to be decorated with green jade, which is so dazzlingly green that it makes people feel relaxed and happy. I feel that the bowl of wontons in front of me is like a painting in the hands of an artist, so beautiful that it makes people breathless!

"Gu..." My stomach finally couldn't hold back my hunger and protested to me. I immediately picked up the spoon, gently scooped up a wonton, and carefully put it into my mouth. With a movement of my teeth, the wonton The skin broke open, revealing the filling inside. When I chewed it, a strong umami flavor spread in my mouth and finally slipped into my throat. After eating a wonton, I looked at the soup in the bowl. It was milky white with green onions floating on it. It looked particularly beautiful under the light. I picked up a spoon, scooped some on, blew it, and breathed it into my mouth. It tasted extremely delicious again. .

I ate the wontons one after another and drank the soup in big gulps. My mouth was filled with the strong umami flavor. When I came back to my senses and looked inside the bowl, the wontons had already disappeared, haha. , all went into the stomach. My Favorite Sixth Grade Composition 13

Mom, I wrote to you again. Do you still remember last year's "Women's Day"? I wrote you a letter.

Actually, I originally wanted to buy you a gift, but because of a small mistake, you deducted all my pocket money for this month, so... buy it No, although I didn’t buy any gifts, this greeting card can be considered a gift.

In order to make this greeting card, I put a lot of thought into it. I specially dug out the "sticker paper" I bought last year to decorate it. It's very beautiful.

Mom, if I remember correctly, you should be 39 years old this year. Hehe, you are about to reach your fourth grade. You will always pull out the white hair that is gradually growing out in front of the mirror, hoping not to let me see your actual age. In fact, mom, do you know? You are beautiful and beautiful.

After waiting for the signing date above, I remembered that I still want to give you a gift! Guess what gift it is!

Hee hee, I won’t let you guess! Now please close your eyes (don't worry, you won't hit anything), walk 3 steps forward, turn left, walk 2 steps forward, open your eyes!

Mom, I said I don’t have money to buy you a gift, I don’t even have money to buy flowers, so I’ll pack it myself and give it to you! Moved? I once asked you: Mom, what gift do you want? On your birthday, Mother’s Day, Women’s Day! Hmm... My ability and financial resources are limited, so it is best to find something within San Mao Palace and buy it for less than 10 yuan.

However, you told me: Daughter, mom doesn’t want anything, I just hope you can live a healthy and happy life... My Favorite Sixth Grade Composition 14

My grandma’s family raised a lot of chickens, including roosters, hens, and chicks. One of the little hens is my favorite.

Its white feathers have a few black dots, its small eyes are full of intelligence, and it has a small mouth like an aquiline. So cute.

It is not only cute, but also very domineering! Even the cock will give it three points. No, that day, it saw a small worm. Just when it was about to enjoy the food, a big rooster came over and saw the fat and tender worm. So it refused to give in and got into an argument. You pecked If I bite you, it will really become a "fighting cock". In the end, a handful of feathers of the big rooster were knocked off by my "loving chicken", and he ran away in despair. After eating the little bugs, my "loving chicken" looked like a winner and held his neck straight. , walked away swaggeringly. When grandma was feeding the chickens, she saw that the big rooster's feathers had fallen off, and she said angrily: "Who did this?" As a result, guess what? My "loving chicken" quietly hid behind the chicken stand. I thought: "Maybe it saw grandma getting angry and was scared!"

Another time, grandma got a lot of vegetable leaves. Among them, one of the vegetable leaves is big, green and tender. My "loving chicken" took a fancy to it and it was definitely going to be eaten. A little hen came in front of the vegetable leaf. Before its mouth could wait, my The "loving chicken" pecked the little hen all the way away in one go, and then ate the vegetable leaves as quickly as possible. When it was full, it went back to the nest to rest proudly like a "lady". .

Since then, the prestige of my "chicken lover" has improved a lot among the chickens. As long as it is around, it will almost always taste the food first.

Look, my cute and domineering little hen is so lovable! My Favorite Sixth Grade Composition 15

If the wind is refreshing, the rain is ecstatic, and the moon is lingering, the book is quiet and elegant, and it stirs up the deep feelings in my heart with the fresh fragrance of books. Nostalgic. After hundreds of pursuits and hundreds of millions of runs, I finally determined that you, book, are my favorite.

In March, when "Asakusa can only live without horse hooves", we join hands.

When I was a child, I always loved to hold a comic book and read it back and forth. I squatted on the ground, holding the comic strip illuminated by the sun, and stared blankly. When I see Snow White awakening and finally living a happy life with the prince, I will laugh out loud; when I see the vicious queen using insidious means to persecute the princess, I will be furious. Accompanied by comic books, I walked through my childhood.

In June, when "little lotuses show their sharp corners", we meet.

Gradually, I grew up and entered middle school, and you were still with me. Under the scorching sun, I picked you up and chewed you carefully. In the dead of night, we are close friends. My mother asked me time and time again to turn off the lights and go to bed, and to say goodbye to you for a while, but I couldn't do it. I hold you, get under the quilt, turn on the flashlight to meet you, and I will hold you persistently. In the ocean of books, I am about to go through three years of junior high school.

In September, when "a crane is cleared and the clouds are spread out", we stay together.

I am about to enter high school and move towards another beginning. Maybe the dazzling fame and fortune will not favor me, and the gorgeous power will not belong to me, but I believe that you will always accompany me through countless sleepless nights, countless pains and failures. In the dream that is composed of a book, I will move towards the future with awe and embrace tomorrow.

Book, you are my favorite in this life.