My composition in the sixth grade of primary school

In the usual study, work and life, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. In order to make your writing easier and more convenient, here are six compositions of my sixth grade, which I collected for your reference only. Let's have a look.

My sixth grade composition 1 My deskmate Huang Shanmin is one of my best friends. We have been good friends for a long time, and she has been my hardcore "buddy" since the second grade. We like to go home together after school, play games and play practical jokes together. Huang Shanmin is not at my deskmate. Last semester, when the teacher asked Huang Shanmin to sit with me, I was so happy that I almost forgot my last name.

The biggest feature of Huangshanmin is his love of reading. She is similar to me in this respect, because I am also a bookworm. No matter who gets the new book, we will take it to school and "share" it with another person. Every time after class, there will always be such an interesting scene on our desk: two bookworms sit quietly in their seats, one with his legs crossed and the other with his head in his hand, staring at the books on the desktop, motionless as two sculptures.

Besides reading, Huang Shanmin's biggest hobby is watching cartoons. Her love for comics can be said to be obsessive. I remember one weekend last semester, when I was waiting for the bus on the roadside, I saw a poster of Doraemon's new movie. I thought that Huang Shanmin would definitely go to the movies after seeing this poster, so I memorized the contents of the poster. When I went to school on Monday, I told Huang Shanmin about it. Hearing this, her eyes lit up and she said, "Really? What's the full name? When will it be displayed? Which theaters will be shown? " I told her everything. She was so excited that she thanked her again and again. The next day, I asked her when to go to the movies. She replied, "I went to see it last night." Looking at her two dark circles, I was speechless.

Huang Shanmin looks quiet on the surface, but in fact he is very lively. She is an informal and brave person. Once we played badminton together, we accidentally flew the ball and fell into someone else's yard. We tried to sneak over the fence of this family's yard and take out the badminton ourselves, but the owner of the yard saw us. I dare not climb over the railing. I even urged Huang Shanmin, who was climbing the railing, to come down quickly. As a result, when she came down, her hand was cut by a wooden thorn on the railing, and her blood kept flowing out. I was frightened, felt weak and dizzy, and sat on the ground. Huang Shanmin casually took out a paper towel from his pocket, wiped his hands and said, "Forget it, let's go. We don't want that badminton. "

This is my deskmate Huang Shanmin, a "female man" who loves reading and is very playful.

I have a younger brother named Wu. He is cute, with big watery eyes, a high nose and a smooth tongue. Don't be fooled by his appearance, he is a super demon in troubled times! Wherever he is, it will be a mess. Ho ho. ...

What is the naughty law? Let me tell you something!

"Elder sister, elder sister, I want to play with toys. Hold them for me, will you? " My little brother asked. I stopped writing, gave him a white look and said slowly, "No way! If you want me to take it, you must drag out all the toys of the whole family and make a scene! In the end, I am not ready to clean up, and I am exhausted. " When my brother heard this, he began to cry. My mother broke into the house and a real lion roared, "Play with toys for my brother!" " Scared me, too many cooks dragged the toys out. Oh, I have to clean up again. What a nuisance! Not long after, my brother threw the toy to pieces, drank the water leisurely and ordered, "Good sister, I'm tired of playing, please help me clean it up!" " Or I'll tell my parents that you bullied me! "Suppress my anger, I packed my toys, thinking, you are a threat, a gentleman's revenge, ten years is not late!

Finally, I finished packing. I lay half dead on the sofa, drinking ice water. Who knows, my brother took another piece of white paper, a pair of scissors and a box of colored lead, and said to me, "Wu Yongxin, Wu Yongxin, help me cut the white paper into pieces quickly, and then draw fruit at the back." Apples, bananas, grapes, pears, plums, watermelons, cantaloupes, strawberries, cherries ... I want to open a fruit shop. "In desperation, I helped him draw, and he actually tore a piece of white paper into pieces and threw it away, shouting" It's snowing! It's snowing "I looked at the white and flawless floor and added a lot of disproportionate pieces of paper. I was furious, but I still muttered, "What a waste! Look at what you looked like when you were a child, I endured it! " Then he took a broom and a garbage shovel and swept it.

"Sister, sister," my brother said to me, "help me turn on the TV." I am too lazy to ignore my brother, continue to do my homework and choose to ignore him. When my brother saw that I ignored him, he brought a glass of water directly, and I laughed, because he always took a glass of water and looked miserable when he wanted to please people, and then said, "xxx, I want xxx, okay?" I recite ancient poems for you. The foot of my bed shines so brightly that mosquitoes bite everywhere. Thousands of miles away in Jiangling, Rizhao incense burner gives birth to purple smoke. "I think he is so funny. I helped him turn on the TV and let him watch his cartoons.

"Sister, sister, help me ..." Oh, no! The devil incarnates! Forget it, 36 plans, walking is the best policy! I quickly hid under the bed so that he wouldn't find me. But I still like this annoying and lovely little brother.

After six years of primary school, many students have become my deskmates, some are "naughty bags", some are "memos" and some are "humorous kings" ... But what impressed me the most was the "warm kettle" deskmate.

She is short, with dark hair, a little curly, fair skin and two shallow dimples on her face when she smiles. I say she is a "kettle" because she is ready to help others and will lend a helping hand when classmates are in trouble, making you feel warm.

Once, we were having an art class in the classroom, and the teacher asked us to draw a spring scene in the classroom. I forgot to bring my art tools, so I sat in a chair and began to stay sad. Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in my ear, "Why don't you write? Have you no tools? "

She asked me with concern. I nodded silently. So she enthusiastically said to me, "I see. I have a box of colored pens to lend you. " Say that finish, she smiled and handed me the marker. In the face of her warm help, my heart is full of gratitude. "Great, thank you!" "She replied with a smile," ha ha, it doesn't matter. "I took a marker, made a little idea, and began to fly. After class, I finally drew a landscape painting of "Spring Blossoms". I thought: I am very lucky today. " Flowers are warm in the sun. "I seem to be a flower in this painting.

After class, I sincerely said to my deskmate, "Thanks to your help today, thank you very much!" She shook her head slightly and said, "You're welcome!" Then he ran arm in arm with me towards the door of the classroom.

This is my deskmate "kettle". Her spring-like smile has been deeply engraved in my heart and always inspires me to help those in need.

My sixth grade composition article 4 My primary school life is rich and colorful, different from others.

Sweet "candied fruit" in grade one or two.

When I was a freshman, I was happy every day.

"Ding Ding ..." As soon as the bell rang, I quickly returned to my seat and prepared for class. I always speak actively when the teacher is in class. Once again, the teacher asked me to get up and answer questions. I stood up confidently and said the answer aloud. After class, I played games with my classmates and was very happy. My mother came to pick me up after school. The scenery along the way is very beautiful. The sun is only half exposed, but it is smiling at me!

Sour "Pickles" in Grade Three and Grade Four

The third and fourth grades are not as relaxed and happy as the first and second grades. A course English has been added, and the workload is a little larger than before. But I think this is also very happy, although there is more homework.

Once, the teacher asked me to answer questions in class, and I stood up slowly. I have never spoken my answer with confidence as I did in grade 12. Until the teacher said; "Yes!" I felt a sort of surge of relief.

Bitter gourd born in grade five or six

Now I am a sixth-grade pupil, and I sigh: "It is really difficult to be a sixth-grade pupil."

I was so nervous that I mispronounced the topic. The teacher shouted loudly and scared me into a cold sweat. As soon as I answered, my classmates burst into laughter and my face turned red. I can't wait to dig a hole and get in at once.

This is my rich and interesting primary school life. Although there are unhappy times, I think primary school life is rich and colorful!

During my six-year study career, there are many teachers who have taught me, but what impressed me most is my "Erwei" teacher.

The "Erwei" teacher has a pair of intense eyes, staring at anyone who has three points of fear. Teacher Erwei still has a bright black hair and a pair of glasses on her face. She looks like a great writer, but she is not a eloquent writer, but a bittersweet teacher.

Teacher Erwei is a humorous person. Once, when the teacher was talking about morality and society, he talked about electricity. According to the book, electricity and gas are two invisible and colorless "big killers". The teacher also popularized that electricity will conduct electricity when it touches water and iron, and said that if someone touches electricity, never use hands and wet branches to pull the electrocuted person, but use insulators to pull it. After that, the teacher smiled and said, "Don't listen to the teacher saying that iron can conduct electricity. Try pointing a pen at the plug after class to see if it is really conductive. You can't sit in this bright classroom and listen to my lecture this time. "

Teacher Erwei is not only humorous, but also amiable. Once I failed in the exam, I think the teacher will definitely blame me, and my heart is really fifteen baskets of water-so anxious. After the second class, someone said to me, "The teacher wants to see me." . I think what I can do now! Forget it! The enemy will block you, and the water can cover you. So I went to the teacher's office. Who knows that teacher Li didn't criticize me, but kindly said to me, "How did you regress this time?" After listening to the teacher's words and thinking of his hard education, I began to cry. The teacher said; "I didn't beat and scold you. Why are you crying? I called you here to make you realize your mistake. Just do better next time. " After listening to the teacher, I made up my mind to do well in the exam.

This is my "Erwei" teacher. Teacher, do you want to know who she is? He is my teacher Li, a humorous and amiable teacher Li.

My primary school is in the family courtyard, which was rebuilt from other courtyards. The house is not very high, and Parthenocissus creeps all over the roof all the year round. The teacher's office, which used to be a bathroom, was demolished and built into an office. The sign "Office" turned out to be a processed plastic plate, which was pasted right above the office door. Langfang on the right is the classroom, and the upper floor is the senior students. The steps are long, and I can jump down easily, but I can't climb them for a long time. There is a big poplar tree in the corner of the playground. There is a bird's nest on the branch, which is not high from the ground, but every time we throw the branch, the bird's nest doesn't move, which surprises us for a long time.

When I was five years old, my grandfather took me to register. My grandfather is the director of the school. The teacher accepted me as soon as he saw me. I just sang on the swing and the teachers looked at me and smiled. At this time, a female teacher picked me up and wiped my face with her elastic hand with a meat hole, wiping away all my tears. I yawned several times before anyway. Everyone laughed.

Because we are first-year students, it is too wasteful to sit in the big classroom, so we have to sit in the small classroom in the west, where there is a blackboard, a cement wall and heating. The playground is our after-school paradise. There used to be a big step on the playground. In order to install the equipment, the big steps were removed. Toys are self-contained. When we moved, toys were given to relatives. I often can't get toys, so I have to take turns playing with my classmates.

We spent three years like this, and the teacher was always a woman, the one who wiped my tears. She is very white, and her lecture voice is very nice. Every time she talks about the text, she seems to be singing. I have never heard such a beautiful voice. In the first few years, I was fascinated by her voice. I smiled foolishly when she asked me to answer the question. She said I was "really too young to keep up." Since then, I have been afraid to listen carefully.

In the fourth grade, boys and girls in our class stopped playing together for fear of being laughed at. On one occasion, Yang Can wrote a note to Qin Yifei, and we were ashamed to be husband and wife. From then on, they became sworn enemies. After learning this, the teacher explained to everyone: "Write a note between classmates to prove the deep friendship between classmates, and don't talk nonsense." We don't say anything anymore.

Cui is my childhood playmate, tall, fair-skinned, with a high nose, red lips, black face and round face. But I always feel that something is missing and not perfect, but our relationship is very good, because there are not many people who can encourage each other and stick to friendship at present.

After this year, I graduated from primary school completely, but my first teacher changed two years ago, and I still don't know whether to teach or not. Every time I think about it, I feel deeply disappointed.