After a happy summer vacation, we ushered in a new period: sixth grade.

Entering a new classroom, a new life begins. I accidentally walked to the former classroom, looked at the bright smiling faces of the elementary school students and elementary school girls, and heard bursts of laughter like silver bells. The little knot in my heart also felt a twinge of pain.

At the school gate, there are often some lower grade children looking at us with curiosity, admiration and envy. Just like us, they have fantasized about the sixth grade and envied the arrogant sixth grade. They feel that the sixth grade can do many things, understand many things, and have many privileges. They yearn for the sixth grade so much, but did you know that we now envy you so much?

In sixth grade, we have grown up, experienced the bitterness and helplessness of growing up, and are also overwhelmed by studies. We often envy the children in the lower grades who can be so free and happy; we also often hope that we can I'm still like when I was a kid, not caring about anything and being able to vent my emotions thoroughly and unbridled; I also hope that I won't be so comprehensive and stubborn and can be my true self for once; I hope that I can still be childish and be as childish as ever. Being pure and ignorant of worldly affairs will prevent you from worrying all day about exams, pressure from parents, interest classes, and further studies.

However, sixth grade also taught me a lot. Can operate a computer, use a variety of sentences, and read. It also taught me a lot about how to deal with things.

As I grow up, I become more thoughtful. Thinking that we have grown from first-grade children to decent sixth-grade students, six years have passed like a dream. When I think of this, I think that we will soon go through middle school, high school, and college, go to work, and start our own families, and we will also grow old and die like this. When I think about it, I feel extremely scared. Maybe this is the pain of growing up.

I have resistance, yearning and confusion about sixth grade, but I know that I must grow up like this. What are the excellent compositions for sixth grade primary school students? It's urgently needed! ! !

Title: Mother's Love Mother is such a word that is admired by children all over the world; maternal love is like a peaceful harbor that nurtures our growth.

Maternal love is pure; maternal love is priceless; maternal love is great; maternal love only knows how to give without begging for anything in return.

Maternal love is the first ray of light from the sun, which warms us; maternal love is a jar of long-lasting fragrant old wine, which nourishes us; maternal love is an endless book that guides us; Mother's love is another surging river, with an endless supply that will always be with us.

Among all the children in the world, who would not feel extremely sad when looking at their mother with gray hair on her temples? The love given to us by maternal love is simple, real, severe, and sometimes a little poetic.

In a daze, my thoughts returned to my childhood.

I saw a busy figure, that was my mother working hard; I saw a tired figure, that was my mother knitting winter clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that was my mother knitting clothes for me Happy with learning and progress.

Thinking back carefully, when was the day in my life when my mother was missing again? Whenever I cry, my mother comforts me; whenever I feel like a helpless little bird, my mother opens her broad arms and gives me the breath of warmth and love.

Once, my parents and I bought a big watermelon.

When I got home, my mouth was watering before I even ate.

After my mother cut the melon, she gave me a piece with fewer seeds and sweet flesh.

But she eats a lot of melon seeds, and the melon flesh is not very sweet.

But maternal love can be harsh sometimes.

I have always had a bad habit of being sloppy.

There was a math test, and I did a lot of wrong questions because of my sloppiness.

After I got home, my mother severely criticized me.

But I know that my mother is actually very heartbroken, and he doesn’t want to scold me, but only in this way can I get rid of my sloppy habits.

"The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wandering child.

There is a tight seam before departure, and I am afraid that I will return later." Meng Jiao's "The Song of the Wandering Son" allows us to experience the strong maternal love, deep.

Although the selflessness of maternal love is not directly written, the silent maternal love is sewn into the thin clothes. Just as the poem says: "Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded." "San Chunhui" Yes, my mother worked hard and gave everything for us.

They do not want anything in return, their biggest wish is to see their children healthy, happy and safe.

Nothing can replace maternal love, because it is so warm and nourishing.

Maternal love is a cup of coffee, and you can taste it only by tasting it carefully; maternal love is a song, and only when you sing it with your heart, you will find that it is the most beautiful song in the world; maternal love is a book A book, a book that we can never finish or understand... Composition of I am a graduate of the sixth grade

I am a graduate of the third grade of junior high school. Time flies away, and three years are like this. It passed in the blink of an eye.

Yesterday, I was a freshman who just entered school. Today, I want to say this with tears: "Goodbye, my alma mater!" I don't know what the years will bring to me. Huang's title page is a reminder of the past three years, or a regret for the past three years of frivolity and ignorance.

No matter what the pursuit and persistent efforts are, they remain in my heart. The days we shared together, the happiness and pain we shared together, the days we walked side by side... what we recall is just a feeling. , those blurry pictures of the years evoke the passion hidden in my heart... Look at our campus, which we are no longer familiar with. How many stories of yours, mine, and us are there in it? My alma mater, it was you who turned me from a naughty boy who knew nothing into a young pioneer with ideals and ambitions. It was you who led me into the endless ocean of knowledge.

My alma mater, it was you who connected me with my beloved teacher, and it was you who allowed me to make so many close friends.

In these three years of middle school life, I have learned so much knowledge from my teachers and gained so much joy from my friends.

Alma mater, you taught me to love the motherland, to be diligent, and to be an upright and honest person.

Thinking of this, I felt a little more fear and a little more nostalgia in my heart.

I am so afraid that I can no longer play and laugh with my classmates in your arms, I am so afraid that I can no longer supplement my mind with the teacher’s earnest teachings, I am afraid...Alma mater, I really want time to stay at this moment, Let me enjoy the warmth of your arms again.

Alma mater, in your arms, I have so many memories.

I remember the sound of our reading; I remember the teacher standing in front of the blackboard on the podium and writing seriously; I remember playing with my friends on the playground; I remember... Dear Alma mater, although your classroom is not big, although your playground is not wide, although your equipment is not high-end.

However, I don’t dislike you at all, I still love you deeply, because it is you who let us learn a lot of knowledge and understand a lot of truths. It is you who have cultivated so many pillars of the country. Created useful talents.

You are meritorious! Dear alma mater, I have to say goodbye to you. Can I look forward to your future? Ten years later, I returned to my mother. The classroom was spacious and bright, the equipment was advanced and high-end, and the campus was full of green. How wonderful it was! Dear mother, I deeply wish you, may you have peaches and plums all over the world, and may you become a famous school in ****, oh, no, you have to go out of **** and go to China! Goodbye, my dear alma mater! We waved gently, goodbye, alma mater! Who can help me come up with essay topics suitable for sixth grade students? ! ! ! ! ! Quick

1. Lovely ______ 2. I am very grateful to her 3. We had such a good time 4. Let me tell you something new 5. It is not good for him (her) to do this 6. Warmth 7. That Things, I can never forget 8. Goodbye, teacher 9. I learned\\\\\10. It’s amazing 11. I love my family... 12\Before the graduation exam 13\I tasted the joy of success 14 \I really want to say __________.

15\Unforgettable primary school life 16\One thing I saw on the road 17\Role model 18\I am so happy today 19\I have grown up 20\The taste of success.

21. Listening 22. Colorful... 23. Applause 24. This is also a classroom 25. Respect 26.... give me strength 27.,,,, encourage I am writing an essay on the topic that I am a sixth-grade graduating student

I will be extra serious in class.

Stare at the teacher with your glasses and write down the key points that the teacher said; follow the teacher’s ideas and speak actively, even if you are wrong, you must express your own thoughts; if you don’t know what you don’t know, listen to your classmates with an open mind. If what he says is wrong, you should not interrupt others. You should tell the teacher. If others are talking to you, ignore them and don't influence others.

I will do my homework carefully.

When doing homework, the handwriting must be neat and neat so that others can understand it; when doing the questions, you cannot do the calculations orally, and you should write the calculations on the scratch paper; do not leave the questions behind; you should pay attention to the requirements of each question and do not fail to read them. Just do the questions. If you do this, you will do it in vain. Don’t forget the unit and the date. You must check it after you finish it to make sure it is correct. Finally, check whether you have done it according to the teacher’s requirements, and then hand it over to the team leader.

A 600-word essay for sixth graders

An unforgettable thing As I grew up, there was one thing that I will never forget. After experiencing that thing, I seemed to have grown up a lot. That was last year On New Year's Eve, the students sent greeting cards to each other after class. The red and green greeting cards, with their own thoughts, were delivered to the hands of good friends. Everyone talked and laughed, their faces were filled with joy, and the classroom was full of joy. The laughter was so lively. I was also infected by the joyful atmosphere. I took out a stack of written greeting cards and prepared to join the happy crowd. Suddenly, I saw a classmate sitting there alone. That was not a famous person. Liu Kai, the "Naughty King", used to be either running on the playground or chatting in the classroom. He couldn't even control himself in class. Not to mention his liveliness. But now, he seems to have changed. Like. What's wrong with him? I looked at him puzzled. There seemed to be a trace of sadness and a trace of longing between his eyebrows... Suddenly, I woke up. It must be because no one sent him a greeting card or said anything to him. A word of blessing for him. I couldn't help but feel sad for him. Putting myself in his shoes, if I was abandoned collectively and forgotten by my classmates, I would feel a sense of loss. Thinking of this, I took out a piece of the most beautiful paper from my schoolbag. A beautiful greeting card, after a little thought, I wrote neatly on it: "Liu Kai, I wish you a happy new year, progress in your studies, and reach a new level!" Then, I folded the greeting card gently and walked to him. , smiled and said to him: "Liu Kai, happy holidays!" As I said that, I took out the greeting card from behind and handed it into his hand. He looked at me and then at the greeting card, and said happily: "Thank you. !" His eyes were full of joy. He stood up, raised the greeting card in his hand and rushed into the crowd while shouting: "I also have a beautiful greeting card!" Looking at him, I also smiled. How collective. It's important! Everyone cannot live without the collective, and everyone needs the warmth of the collective. To this day, Liu Kai’s surprise eyes and sweet smile still often appear in my mind. An unforgettable thing happened when I was in the third grade. Something happened that has been deeply imprinted in my mind and will never be forgotten. It was a Friday afternoon. After I finished my Cambridge English class, it was already past six in the afternoon. My stomach was growling. "Gu" screamed, so hungry! I carried my schoolbag and walked towards the school gate. As I walked, I thought: Why are I so hungry today? It would be great if a few roast chicken legs or a few yuan could fall from the sky! Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly saw a shiny thing in front of me. "It can't be money!" I said to myself. Although I didn't believe that such a good thing would happen, I still moved towards it. The shiny thing ran over and took a closer look. It turned out to be one yuan! Haha, all my wishes come true, God help me! Although there was no roasted chicken drumstick, one yuan was still quite good. I quickly picked up the money, held it in my hand, and jumped out of the school gate, intending to buy two fragrant barbecue skewers to fill my hungry belly. The moment I was about to hand over the money, there seemed to be a voice reminding me in my ear: You are a Young Pioneer and you should return the money. What should I do now? I retracted my outstretched hand. .I was hesitant, so why don’t I eat the mutton skewers that reached my mouth? At this time, my “damn” stomach growled again, as if urging me: “Don’t hesitate, hurry up and get the money.” Pass it over and buy the kebabs!" I stretched out my hand again. Suddenly, I felt as if countless pairs of eyes were looking at me. I felt blushing and retracted my stretched out hand. I am a young pioneer. , when I picked up the money, I should give it to the teacher instead of using it to buy what I want to eat. So, I ran back to school and gave the one yuan to the teacher in the brigade department. The teacher smiled and nodded to me and said : "Good job." Although I didn't eat delicious kebabs that afternoon, I felt happy in my heart because I had withstood a test. This incident showed that I was a true young pioneer. The most unforgettable thing in my life is eating five-color peppers secretly. The taste of the four-color peppers is really indescribable and unforgettable.

There is a small cabbage dumpling downstairs in my house. It is Grandpa He’s paradise. He goes there every day to water the vegetables he grows.

In this vegetable garden, there are cabbage, radish and pepper.

What caught my idea the most was chili pepper.

What Grandpa He grows is not ordinary peppers, but small four-color peppers.

The four-color pepper is a kind of small pepper that can change colors. It changes one color in each season. It is green in spring, yellow in summer, purple in autumn and red in winter.

One day I was walking downstairs on a Saturday morning in autumn.

When I walked to this vegetable garden, I saw the small peppers inside, which were purple and looked delicious.

I thought: Can the purple pepper still be spicy? It must be delicious, so I had an idea in my mind. Pick one and try it. No one knows about it anyway.

When I saw no one around, I ran over.

He pulled it with his hand and picked it off.

I ran home as if I had found a treasure.

When I got home, I was relieved to see no one.

Then, put the washed pepper into your mouth and chew it. It doesn't matter if you don't chew it, it will be ruined if you chew it.

Suddenly, my tongue and throat felt like they were spitting out fire. It was so hot that I couldn’t speak.

I ran to the faucet and drank a lot of water.

This is better. Unexpectedly, these four-color peppers are ten times hotter than other peppers.

This is the most unforgettable thing for me.

2. An unforgettable day On the beach in my memory, there are many small golden shells.

Today, I will choose the most beautiful one to present to you.

I remember that what happened happened in the spring of last year.

When the teacher told us that we were going on a spring outing tomorrow, I was so excited that I couldn't close my eyes all night long and didn't fall asleep until early in the morning.

In the morning, I opened my eyes and found that it was 7:05 AM. What should I do? We have 15 minutes to drive! I jumped up, washed up, grabbed my schoolbag and rushed out.

When I came to the side of the road, a taxi happened to be driving from the front.

I stretched out my hand and stopped it.

As soon as he opened the door, he jumped into the car and said to the driver: "Hurry, Primary School Attached to the Teachers College!" He smiled and said, "Sleepy bug, you're almost late! Okay, I'll drive faster."

"As he said that, he stepped on the accelerator and the car sped forward quickly.

But God always has trouble with me.

As soon as you reach the intersection, the light is red.

I finally got to school.

Before the car stopped, I jumped out of the car and ran into the school gate.

When I came to the classroom, I saw that my classmates were all carrying... A 600-word essay about me being a sixth-grade primary school student

Thirteen years have passed by in a blink of an eye.

You are like a drip bottle hanging above your head.

Drop by drop, it passes cleanly.

How many people are like me, standing still watching your fall.

But actually only got the same number - thirteen drops.

How many people’s hearts have fallen to the bottom one after another? The room is dark and gloomy, but outside the window is still a sunny and clear world.

That’s it.

I think of you.

One at a time without stopping.

You just stood there quietly, as calm as a puppet without a heartbeat, or a dead friend.

So much so that you can barely see any mottled spots, and occasionally you can see a few sparse white spots, which have become the only sustenance.

We are so distant...but what can I complain about? Thirteen years.

Thirteen times.

You always bring the purest and happiest time every time. When you come, you always help us wipe away all the boredom in the remaining three hundred and sixty days.

During the days when you were with us, we were all the most innocent and adorable children.

I was wrong.

I shouldn’t be so clever as to fold the memories you gave me into paper boats one after another and put them into the stream as if they were beautiful.

Today, you also turned into a paper boat and parted from me.

If I were the raindrop...then, could I connect your heart like the sky and the earth that have never met? You looked back and whispered: "Don't be stupid, you have grown up.

"What is this, a farewell? Maybe, I'm wrong again.

I shouldn't be so attached to you... I've grown up.

Maybe I should learn to walk the road alone.

Farewell, my Children's Day. The essay "I am a sixth grader" is 400 words and will be accepted on a first-come, first-served basis!

Reference: I am a sixth grader. The sixth grade is so out of reach for me in the first grade. The sixth grade is so full of novelties to me in the second grade. The sixth grade For me in the third grade, it is so attractive; to me in the fourth grade, the sixth grade is so full of expectations; to me in the fifth grade, the sixth grade is so cute... But, the sixth grade is so exciting to me now. For me, it is a tense stage and a scary term, but it always reveals a feeling of joy and excitement, because this proves that I have grown up and my dream of studying is getting closer! Looking back on the past, I always look forward to one day becoming a big sister in the sixth grade, because at that time, I felt that the big brothers and sisters in the sixth grade were superior, and in their eyes, we were just a group of ignorant children.

It’s different now. Being a big sister in sixth grade is no longer a dream, it has become a reality. As I grow older, I have also changed my childish and childlike thoughts. In our eyes, the students in the lower grades are the ones we envy. They are whimsical, childlike, and relaxed... And we, the burden on our shoulders is getting heavier and heavier, and we can’t stand upright; parents The expectations placed on us are getting higher and higher, leaving us breathless.

I used to hate classmates with bad grades, I thought they would lead me down; I used to hate classmates who loved to joke, I thought they were incoherent... But now, I think students with bad grades are needed Auxiliary, I have no right to hate them; I think classmates who like to joke are cute. Without their jokes, how would there be laughter in the class? I used to think that exams were purely for coping; getting good grades was just to win praise from teachers and parents... But now, I think exams are to test your learning results, and getting good grades is a kind of gain, which means you have learned knowledge. ! In the class, I changed from a girl who didn't like to talk much to a girl who liked to talk. The strange faces are now deeply imprinted in my heart.

The noise of the students and the scolding of the teacher now sound like wonderful music, because it means that the students love each other and the teachers care about their classmates; everything on campus feels like that to me. They are treasures because they have accompanied me for five whole spring and autumn years.

I hope that in this year, I will work hard to climb the mountain of books, swim hard across the sea of ????learning, and deduce a wonderful me, draw a brilliant stroke for my colorful childhood, and contribute to my elementary school career. A perfect ending, paving a smooth road for my junior high school years!

Before I could blink, I was already standing at the tail end of the sixth grade.

Excited, excited, longing, and at the same time, I also felt a bit of pressure... At the beginning of the new semester, my father said that I was in sixth grade, grown up, and sensible; my mother said, you are now the oldest student in the school. My sister; the teacher said that you only have one sixth grade in your life and you should cherish it... But no matter what, whether it is my father’s direct words, my mother’s meaningful eyes, or the teacher’s sincere teachings, I feel from it, I realized how extraordinary the sixth grade was.

Looking back on the past, there were successes and failures, but looking forward to the future and the study life in the new semester, I am very confident, and confidence fills my inner world.

"Attitude determines everything, details determine success or failure.

"This sentence has been with me for many years. In the last semester of elementary school, I used it as a learning "Declaration".

"Be a good person first, then do things.

This adage passed down by the ancients warns us: being a good person is our basic principle; being a good person is , we have enough energy to do good things and learn knowledge.

Franklin said in the article "If I Go Back to Childhood Again" that if I go back to childhood, I will have more perseverance in doing things... This will also be my "guiding light" in my study and life in sixth grade. "Only when you have perseverance and seriousness in doing things can you get better results that you want.

"The body is the capital of revolution.

"I remember an education expert also said: "People with poor health are useless products.

"It can be seen that, How important it is to be healthy.

If you want to be healthy, it is necessary to exercise more. Physical exercise can not only keep us healthy and give us more energy to devote to study, but also improve our sports performance. Go to the next level.

Of course, in sixth grade, the most important thing is to study math.

In class, I have to achieve the "four learnings": learn to be quiet, learn to listen, learn to think, and learn to speak. In the exam, I must: write correctly, read the questions carefully, don't miss questions, and check carefully, You must also do a good job of previewing and reviewing before and after class.

In addition, I still need to read more extracurricular books and accumulate more to increase my knowledge and make myself richer.

"Attitude determines everything, and details determine success or failure.

"Do everything with a serious attitude, and treat learning with a meticulous eye. Elementary school is the stage of laying the foundation. The sixth grade is the most important year in primary school.

I think that only if the foundation is laid well can we have a chance to build a skyscraper! -------------------------------------------------- -------------------- Let's stand together and walk hand in hand for six years.

How much warmth records our stories and tells them as time goes by... As a young boy, we are taking confident steps to meet the challenge of the high school entrance examination.

"Class 61" is the aggregation of each of us.

Through thick and thin, we join hands with ***.

Come and let go of the high school entrance examination. The days of laughter and tears of yesterday are still the same... accompanied by warmth, they still linger in everyone's heart... We have lived in harmony for six years, and we have reached the end of each other's life. It's time to separate.

What we face is not only the separation of our classmates for six years, but also the pressure of the high school entrance examination and life choices... It's like a crossroads.

But these six years contain so much warmth and memories for us.

Let us look back again and recall the past of sixth grade... In the last semester of sixth grade, I still remember one thing.

It was a review class, and the students were all doing papers.

My stomach suddenly felt a severe pain. Because I was doing the paper, I didn't care about it.

I endured the stomach pain while doing the papers.

As time passed, my stomach hurt more and more suddenly. Suddenly I felt something rising in my throat. I couldn't help it and vomited on the ground.

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 the teacher and classmates made me feel warm all of a sudden.

I still remember the teacher’s deeply caring eyes and touching whispers.

During this semester, I also received a lot of encouragement.

It was a Chinese class, and Teacher Li was explaining the exercises in the class homework.

After Teacher Li has finished speaking, it is time for us to revise.

I revised it very quickly and ordered it within a few minutes.

I handed my class homework to the teacher cautiously, but the teacher’s bright red ticks one after another made me feel very proud.

I took the notebook and left happily. As soon as I took a step, the teacher's voice interrupted my pace and said to me: "You have made great progress in your homework recently!" After listening, I He said "hmm" to the old man and left.

The teacher’s encouragement makes me feel less proud and makes me feel extremely warm, so I have to study and do my homework more seriously to show my teacher’s trust and encouragement in me... Memories again Back to the present.

This is me in sixth grade, this is my sixth grade: looking forward to growing up, but sometimes I vaguely wish I was still a child; looking forward to friendship, but sometimes wishing to be alone quietly ; Looking forward to independence, but sometimes I cry quietly... This is a wonderful time

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