Xiyang sixth grade composition

In study, work and life, writing is the most unfamiliar thing for everyone. With the help of words, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is my composition carefully arranged for the sixth grade of Sunset, which is for reference only and I hope it will help everyone.

Sunset 1 dusk, sunset like blood. Sunset sets on the river in Phnom Penh. At this time, it is perfect, radiant and dazzling like a dream, rendering a mysterious golden color for the earth!

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Since ancient times, the sunset has always given people a bleak sunset glow. The ancients said, "to see the sun, for all his glory was buried in the coming night." This sentence always makes people feel that this sunset has ended their lives and extinguished their dreams. I don't agree either.

Yes! Sunset means the coming of darkness. However, when the sunshine gathers its light and all the lights are put on, which opens the night of the city, the gorgeous neon lights always attract groups of young people and throw themselves into the happy world. However, who ever thought that if there is no concession from the sunset, how can there be flashing neon lights? People often only complain that the sunset is late and they hide. But who will know and understand its silent dedication?

People often say: "It is said that Sang Yu is late because it is still foggy." Look at that day, the sun went down, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on that trivial dark cloud, just like Cinderella put on beautiful crystal shoes. In an instant, the whole sky was bright and refreshing. The burning cloud has obvious layers, and its color gradually darkens from left to right. Those fragmented dark clouds seem to be islands painted with bright colors on the map. It is like several golden red waves rolling and jumping on the blue sea; It is also like a girl's long blond hair, elegant and noble. However, it fell down again and took away thousands of its gold needles. But it doesn't matter, because every autumn is for a more beautiful bloom tomorrow. Sunset is a mature morning glow; Is the prelude to the next dawn; It is also the expectation for the next dawn and the farewell of the sun to the colorful world.

So is life. It doesn't matter if you didn't pass the exam this time. Because I will work hard silently and secretly to lay a good foundation for my next success and work hard for my life. No one's life is always shrouded in the aura of success, and there will always be the afterglow of the sunset. However, you should carefully prepare in the dark, roll up your hair and try to shine more brightly in the dawn not far away.

I love the sunset, this beautiful sunset! I want to bloom new hope in the dark like it!

Sunset composition 2 Sunset, what a nice name, with a beautiful scenery in it.

The sunset is soft. At the moment of sunset, it put away its dazzling light, leaving only a golden halo around it. The rosy clouds next to it are like beautiful and charming ribbons scattered by fairies. The ribbon is yellow. From time to time, golden clouds float in and dye the ribbon into a golden ribbon.

The sunset is naughty and lovely. It will turn yellow, orange, red and red. It picked up the brush again and mischievously dyed the horizon colorful and varied. Take out the yellow pen for a while and draw in the sky; Then he took out an orange pen and drew in the sky. But the painting is also very beautiful, and we all admire it again and again.

Sunset loves wine tasting. Look, he drank too much wine today. A cup in the east and a cup in the west turned red, like fire. When going down the mountain, it stumbled and accidentally stepped on a colorful cloud, splashing it. Look, there are red, orange and purple ones; They have many shapes, red like a bunch of bright roses, purple like grape-flavored marshmallows, and blue like blue waves rippling on the river! They change so naturally, so quickly and so spectacularly.

Sunset loves us. It's about to set now, so slow, it seems that some people don't want to leave us. In the end, there was only a small part left, so it smiled and said to us, "Goodbye, children." Then he entered this world. I was still standing there, and the Xia Hong on the horizon dyed the sky red and me red.

Ah, the sunset is beautiful, and it changes a lot in one afternoon. No wonder there is such a sentence in Li Shangyin's "Leyou Tombs": "When you look at the sun, it is always near dusk."

Sunset 6th grade composition 3 Sunset! What a beautiful scenery! Because it is full of ...

This is a beautiful sunset. Xiaoming and his father are watching the sunset together. ! What a poetic landscape painting! The beauty of birds lies in their feathers! The beauty of people lies in hard work! The beauty of sunset lies in the light! The light it emits reaches &; Nbsp On the sea, floating, floating ... The mountains in the distance look magnificent! There is a house on the mountain, which is also a house. It was dyed orange by the sun. ...

Look! Look carefully! There are some fishing fleets on the far sea. They have been fishing from dawn to dusk.

I saw a sunset once. It was so beautiful! At that time, I was only six. Spent years in kindergarten, followed my parents to Sanya, Hainan,&; Nbsp; I ran to the seaside alone, sitting quietly on the big beach, looking at the distance, and the sun reflected the sea. I saw the same scene. I'm so happy!

I only saw the sunset that time! Because it is watching the sunset in Sanya!

I am very excited. Do you feel the same way?

The sixth grade composition in the sunset 4 keeps the simplest memories as a souvenir and sings for youth in the sunset.

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Time flies, I have been in this school for nine years. Every time the bell rings, it seems to remind myself that youth is fleeting, so I will use this less than 100 day to remember it especially carefully and sing my own voice for you-my youth.

Dear friends, many years ago, we met by chance. It never occurred to me that you have created a new life for me unconsciously. In the corridor at the door of the classroom, the rich halo of the sun shines on the familiar smiling faces. The basketball court outside the window is full of our burning passion; The asphalt road by the river, the hearty laughter accompanied by the fragrance of early spring, made me unforgettable for a long time. We used to cry together, laugh together, be sweet together and suffer together, and all the bits and pieces are recorded in the diary of youth. I hope that many years later, when you open this collection of memories again, you will all laugh, just like us now.

My conscientious teachers, with your majesty and understanding, gently picked up our young and frivolous unruly, brushed away the dust and treasured it. Thank you for giving me exquisite knowledge, so that I can taste life and feel life in the combination and decomposition of function images in Tang poetry and Song poetry, Qin brick and Han tile. Your hard work and sweat have watered a full fruit. May you continue to take more students and walk slowly in the world of knowledge and human beings. The care of years will keep your heart young forever.

Of course, I myself, after so many years, have never cared about myself. For more than ten years, a person silently endured the inevitable stumbling in his youth, falling down again and again and getting up again and again. I believe that after many years, I will still appreciate my persistence and tenacity when I was young. Standing at the peak of success, I felt that I had been clinging to my dream.

Youth, youth, I once knitted a flashy dress for you with gorgeous and sad words. Now I understand that the depletion of Qian Fan is just a long stream of water.

At the moment, I still want to sing a song to break the sadness and silence of separation.

My grandmother is sixty years old this year, but she still has a heart that is not old.

Grandma dyed black hair, white false teeth, diligent hands and a smile that can never be erased.

Grandma loves dancing and leaves at dawn every day. One day, I was still asleep when I was awakened by a loud noise. I opened my eyes in a daze and saw a ray of light coming in. Curiosity kept me awake. I got up quietly, stood on tiptoe and walked out of the room gently. "grandma!" I saw grandma holding her waist, and I didn't know what she was picking up, so I gave a gentle cry. Grandma was startled, turned around at once, and was relieved to see it was me. "You scared me to death." I looked down and saw "Dabao sod" printed on the bottle that fell to the ground. "Do you use this too?" I can't help laughing. Grandma picked up the bottle and blushed slightly. She snorted. "Just let you use it?" This sentence blocked my mouth and quickly said, "You can use it! You use it! "

I watched my grandmother do her hair, put on a red coat, put on sneakers, and put on tin foil and a fan on her back, like a woman. "Where are you going?" Grandma stood by the door and said to the mirror, "Where else can I go?" Go dancing downstairs. Old! Go to exercise ... "At this moment, the music downstairs sounded, and grandma seemed to hear the siren and rushed to the rescue." "Liu Yi ran out of the door, don't forget to shout," breakfast is still hot in the pot! "

Grandma also likes shopping. Whenever she has time, she goes to the "clothing city" opposite her home to play. Even if she has no money, she pretends to try on one or two. It is impossible to go shopping with her without endurance and patience. Every once in a while, grandma will bring back some new clothes. No wonder grandpa said to her, "why buy so many clothes?" Can you wear it? " In order to follow grandpa's advice, grandma developed the good habit of "taking a catwalk after dinner", tried all the newly bought clothes and admired herself. She also said, "Take a hundred steps after dinner and live to ninety-nine."

This is my grandmother. She is always young and full of energy. It is really "seeing the sun, although it is glorious, it is near dusk."

The afternoon sun burned the clouds. Looking up, you can see the beautiful sunset embedded in mid-air.

The fiery red sunset hung in mid-air, like a bright lamp, which stood out. The colorful clouds have different shapes: for a while, they gallop in the air like a bright red war horse; For a while, like an oriole, flying and singing in the air; After a while, they flew in the sky garden like a group of colorful butterflies ... This colorful cloud is really colorful and dazzling.

The sun is becoming more and more red, like a bright red fireball, trying to burn the whole sky red. The river is golden, not as warm as just now; Clouds become dull, not as colorful as just now; The sky is getting darker and darker, not as bright as it was just now ... The sun is getting farther and farther away from us, and the last ray of sunshine is about to disappear. Several brave stars can't wait to get on the stage, and the good times have passed.

How time flies! Next time I will go to see a beautiful sunset!

In the evening, my mother and I were walking in the street garden. Suddenly a red light in the sky turned red, and I was intoxicated. ......

Look! At this time, the sunset slowly sets like a child, but it looks particularly big and red! The sunset glow is scarlet on the outside, orange in the middle, and a little red is yellow. From a distance, there are all kinds of colors, from red to yellow, from yellow to gold, from ... So the color of the sunset is constantly changing. A few dark clouds beside the sunset are like a Phnom Penh. Because the clouds are changing, there are all kinds of things on the horizon: birds and animals, flowers and trees, and ... just like a great painter, he is drawing a charming picture with a magic pen.

I can't help but think of two poems: "The sunset is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night". I feel that although the sunset is not long, it still dedicated its beautiful afterglow to the world and people. In fact, in our life, there are many people who selflessly give everything to the world like the sunset!

I love sunsets! Because her spirit of giving everything to others without reservation is worth learning by everyone!

As the sun sets, the sky is crimson. Oh, it's a cloud.

This is a pure white cloud, covered with the gauze of the sun, red, yellow and orange blend together, which has a hazy aesthetic feeling. Even the white clouds will change color. Can people keep their original truth? One by one, they ran to the main road. I don't know where they came from or where they were going. Life is long. Does everyone know his mission, dream and pursuit? How many people are still confused? The sky is also rendered into this magical color. Can the social atmosphere keep the most ordinary and beautiful clean? Looking at the sky and clouds, I fell into infinite reverie.

The day is coming to an end in an instant, and the sunset is always so pale. It comes before you feel the day and night. Looking at the sunset, I always think of Li Shangyin's Leyuan Scenic Area: "The sunset is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night". The sunset is infinitely beautiful and golden, but it is near dusk, and the beauty will eventually be short, with the depression of the poet's officialdom frustration. Later, there was another meaning: in old age, the beauty of the past has long gone, but the author lamented that time flies and youth is no longer there. Every time I think about it, I can't help thinking about them-our loved ones. Have you noticed their dedication and their aging? Has it ever paid off? His trembling hands, do you know why?

Suddenly, I remembered Wang Wei's farewell in the mountain: "Friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain, and I didn't close my hut door until it was dark." This farewell poem expresses Wang Wei's deep friendship and lonely thoughts after seeing his friends off. So many people are passers-by in life. How many true bosom friends can there be? At the moment when my bosom friend was leaving, I felt dejected, followed by a deep sense of frustration and loneliness. At dusk, Zhang Xiaoyan appeared in my mind, which was particularly brilliant. Distant friends, time writes down silent memories for us, and separation is only for the next encounter.

That fluttering heart floated into the air, blended with the sunset scenery and roamed the world together.

For a long time, the night became darker and darker, and the soft ribbon dissipated in the horizon. Stay, tomorrow night ...

The sunset is green, and the lake is as bright as glass, lining the sky. In the distance, towering peaks overlook the boundless grassland, reflecting a trace of ambition in my heart.

I love to see the beautiful scenery and have a bird's eye view of the prosperity of the motherland from the peak.

Seeing that mountain peak, I was very happy and busy pleading with my parents. They reluctantly agreed to me under my pestering. Before leaving, don't forget to warn me: "If you dare to run out and play with those dirty people, I will definitely break your legs!" " "I don't think so. I left the thatched cottage in the country with my backpack on my back.

I came to the foot of the mountain and looked up at the peak, very scared. But I'm not afraid. I don't like to see beautiful scenery.

Only halfway up the mountain, I was sweating like a pig, and the gradually dim sky kept warning me of the rapid passage of time. I cut through the thorns all the way, kept advancing, and finally reached the top of the mountain before nightfall, but it was already evening and the sunset was rushing down from the mountain.

As if waiting for me, I saw an old man sitting on the top of the mountain. Although his hair is pale, his back is still strong. Looking around, I found a small house. It turned out that he and his virtuous and simple wife lived together in this desolate mountain, hoping to spend the rest of their lives simply.

I didn't say hello because I didn't want to ruin the quiet and beautiful environment. I just watched and imagined that when they were young, they traveled all over the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, ate all the joys and sorrows of the world and tasted the joys and sorrows of their families. In the end, they climbed to the top of the mountain step by step and lived an ordinary life of men plowing and women weaving.

I envy their freedom and marvel at their ideas, but I look at them.

Looking at the sunset, I don't know why, but it seems to stop in the mountains, lining the old man's doddering back. Time seems to have stopped, and the afterglow of the sunset shines on the old man, only to feel that he is more calm. The thin body releases infinite hope. At that moment, it was really beautiful.

From then on, I fell in love with the sunset, only to know that "the sunset is the most beautiful."

Sunset sixth grade composition 10 Grandpa is ill. Once upon a time, grandpa, who was strong and talkative, was tied up because he couldn't move in a small bed.

Looking at the sky, a row of crimson is spreading.

In the third grade. Grandpa takes care of our lives every day. He cooks and washes for us every day, teaches us ethics and affection, and tells us the truth of being a man. The family talked and laughed, and the wrinkles on grandpa's eyebrows were lengthened. We had a good time with grandpa's laughter.

Fourth grade. As usual, grandpa still takes care of us, but without his usual laughter. Today we are going to build a house and take my brother to the hospital tomorrow ... Grandpa's life is much busier. One day, I asked inexplicably, "Grandpa, why don't you accompany us to do our homework?" "Grandpa is old, you are all grown up!" Grandpa said with a smile. "Oh." I didn't know there was a trace of sadness in grandpa's smile.

The sun outside seems a little dim, not so bright red and dazzling.

It's already the fifth grade. My brother and I started boarding school and can only go home once a month.

Grandpa had a stroke and the news exploded like a bolt from the blue. I realized that grandpa could no longer take care of us. Grandpa can no longer accompany us every day and sing happily. He can no longer get up early and get greedy every day, buy us breakfast and cook supper ... when he comes home on holiday, he finds his grandfather lying in bed and really becomes a patient! Grandpa is no longer the healthy grandfather, with silver hair instead of black hair and sideburns. Those not too many wrinkles have turned into deep grooves. When we came back, grandpa still had a loving smile on his face and talked with us about his study and family, but his voice was old and weak, and there was always a silence in the conversation.

Looking up again, I found that the sunset had hidden into the mountains and the sky was dark. I don't know when, tears hung on my cheeks. Has the sun set? Grandpa is old? I suddenly woke up in confusion. The sunset brought us beautiful scenery. Where is grandpa's love?

Thinking about it, I got up and ran in the direction of home. ...

I like the colorful sky and charming morning scene at sunrise, but I prefer the spectacular scene at sunset.

Whenever the sun sets, I always like to watch it quietly. It was a Sunday. In order to enjoy the beautiful scenery, I climbed onto the roof specially. I saw the sunset hanging in the air. The afterglow of the sunset shines on people's faces, and people's faces seem to be plated with gold; Shining on the water, the river shines like gold, as if there were magical little stars shining; Shining on the tree, the leaves seem to be coated with oil and greener.

I looked up at the sunset. Although I have lost my edge at noon, it is still dazzling and makes me cry.

The color of the clouds beside the sunset changes greatly, from lily to golden, from red to yellow, from gray to red. In the blink of an eye, it turned into rosewood again. It's really colorful and changeable.

The shape of clouds is the same from time to time. Sometimes like cotton clouds, sometimes like waves on the river, sometimes like continuous peaks ... they change so naturally, so quickly and so strangely.

After a while, the sunset suddenly lost its dazzling light and became very soft and kind. This gentle sunshine shines on the house, plating it with a layer of gold, shining on the face of the running and frolicking child, whose face is red; Shining on the grass, the grass shines with golden waves; Shine on the newborn foal, and the foal will turn into gold.

I am fascinated by this magical scenery! Then the sunset will say goodbye to us. It slowly fell into the clouds and dyed them red sandalwood. I knew the sun was going down, so I stared at it. In the blink of an eye, the sun is only half a red face plate. It smiled and said to me, "See you tomorrow, little friend!" " "Say that finish, suddenly got into the clouds, leaving only beautiful clouds on the horizon.

I was deeply intoxicated by the sunset and fell into infinite reverie. ...

Sunset composition 12 looking at the distant sunset quietly dyed the cheeks of the clouds red, full of turbulence only calm. It's not because of the helplessness of life, but the moment you look up, you suddenly feel how beautiful, comfortable and desirable life is. Just like an old man who has gone through a century has opened a dusty memory for many years, full of memories are like a touch of afterglow, and the sunset is like rain, which should be full of relief at that time.

Flowers in the morning gather at night. The tearful face, cheerful laughter, failure and achievement, parting and reunion, the gentleness of the wife, the thoughtfulness of the children and the crying of the grandson are all so far away from reality in the sunset. Put the blanket on your leg, close your eyes and lie in the old man's chair, sing and offer an elegy to the sunset. ...

Quiet is the best, indifferent is the best. Enthusiastic life, indifferent dusk.

At dusk, I saw the sunset. What is the sunset? Li Shangyin said, "With the shadow of dusk in my heart, I drove forward in the graves of Leyou. The poem "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried in the coming night" has been sighed by ancient poets about the sunset, and it still is today. The sunset at dusk is still the sunset of life.

Sunset of life? Oh, yeah. Did you get a look at him? Walking in the dusk, the back is full of sunset smiles. Such a long road is you, with me all my life.

Do you remember the bright smile in the morning light? Do you remember that long hair that fluttered? Do you remember the sweat on the sports field? Do you remember the first beating of your heart? In retrospect, dozens of seasons in spring and summer passed quickly.

You said you wanted to send me a romantic dream. Thank you for taking you to heaven, even if it takes a lifetime to complete it. Remember not to forget me as long as I tell you. The most romantic thing you can think of is to grow old with you, and collect bits and pieces of laughter along the way until you sit in a rocking chair and chat slowly.

Looking back at the sunset; Silently, shoulder to shoulder. The most romantic thing is to interpret a lifetime of love, a lifetime of commitment ... watching the sunset, it will always be calm and detailed.

The most beautiful thing is that the sunset is warm and calm. Sunset is a flower that blooms late. Sunset is an old wine. Sunset is late. Sunset is unfinished love. How much laughter turns into sunset.

Still holding hands-on the way home at sunset.

What is the composition 13 for the sixth grade of Sunset? Love is the paper money in the donation box; It is considerate, it is a cup of sweet coffee in the middle of the night; It is caring and encouraging words when encountering setbacks; It's sympathy. It's a warm box lunch for street beggars. Care is everywhere.

I will never forget that autumn evening, the tall and warm figure in the sunset.

It was an afternoon seven years ago. An autumn rain washed the world clean, and there was a fresh smell of rain and dew everywhere. A rainbow appeared on the horizon. "Ah, the rainbow!" I exclaimed. Grandma once told me that there is a beautiful place at the end of the rainbow. So I rushed out of the house and ran to the end of the rainbow.

"Whew ..." I sat on the ground panting and exhausted, watching the rainbow fade away, and I couldn't help feeling a sense of loss. "Forget it, look for it later." I said to myself. But when I was ready to go back, something terrible happened: I couldn't find my way home! Looking at the unfamiliar environment around me, tears condensed in my eyes bit by bit, and with a click, the rolling tears splashed on the beach at my feet. "What's the matter? Son, where are your parents? " A rough male voice sounded in my ear. I looked up and saw a man's face, angular and dark. "I can't find my way home, blare ..." "Come on, tell uncle, where is your home? Uncle takes you home. " Uncle squatted down, adjusted his collar for me and asked. While biting my finger, I recalled: "My home is by the sea … well … there is a tunnel next to it …" "Oh …" My uncle touched his chin and lost in thought. After a while, my uncle shouted happily, "Son, I know where your home is!" " Go, uncle will take you home! "Then he took my hand and walked to the seaside, wiping my sweat from time to time. And I, on my uncle's body, smelled the smell of my father.

When my uncle sent me home, it was already evening, and there was a fiery red cloud on the horizon. I stood in front of my house, watching my uncle's departure gradually covered by the afterglow of the sunset, leaving only a tall and warm figure. ...

Every time I come back from school, I often see the red light flashing in the west. It is the time when the sun sets and the mountains set off against the sky and draw a clear outline.

The sun is gradually setting in the west. It is golden yellow, emitting strong light and stinging your eyes. The sun shines on people's faces, and people's faces are like a layer of gold; It shines on the water, and there seems to be a magical little star shining in the river; It shines on the green trees, as if coated with oil, making them greener.

Slowly, the sun turned pale yellow, and even the clouds beside it changed color: red, purple, pink, orange and crimson.

Under the sunlight, the roof became shiny, as if naughty children were shooting at it with mirrors. The ground was also plated with light gold. The sunset wiped the last light on the tree, the breeze blew gently, and the leaves trembled.

I was stunned, stunned by the scene before me, and I didn't expect the sunset to be so beautiful.

At this time, the sun's face slowly faded, and its light image was taken away by someone, no longer dazzling, but very soft and bright. It slowly slipped to the west, like a shy girl hiding in her warm home.

The city where Xixi lives is a seaside town. Every afternoon after school, she goes to the seaside to watch the sunset.

That day, she left her schoolbag and ran to the beach, but this time she was not the only one on the beach, and there was an old man with a dark face showing vicissitudes of life.

"Hello, children, are you here to watch the sunset?" The old man asked kindly.

"Well, watching the sunset is very comfortable. I like it. " Cece answered truthfully.

At this time, the sunset is radiating red light with all its strength, and it is dazzling on the sea.

Cece was lying on the beach, muttering to herself, "The setting sun is unscrupulously sprinkled on the sea. I am lying on the beach and enjoying the beautiful treatment given to me by the sunset. "

Hearing this, the old man smiled and said, "Son, this sunset is a good thing, but it only appears for too little time. Isn't there a poem called' to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night'? "

Cece sat up and looked suspicious. "Why did the old man come back to watch the sunset?"

"Looking at the sunset, have you ever wondered why you came to see the sunset?" The old man asked her.

Cece thought for a moment and stammered, "Well, watching the sunset is refreshing."

"Yes, we are on the beach, completely bathed in the sunset, and feel that God's special treatment for us is not very good? The sunset reminds people of a lot. Such as negotiating with yourself at sunset; Imagine the future in the sunset. " The old man said earnestly, "The greatest advantage of watching the sunset is to relax people and cultivate their sentiments."

Cece nodded puzzled.

The setting sun sends out a golden afterglow on the sea, and the breeze blows, and the glittering golden light seems to light up the whole world.

Cece smiled and said, "In the sunset, I used to cry for the score in this sunset, and I used to shout in the sunset. That kind of feeling is very cool. I have always regarded the sunset as my good friend. No matter what I say, it will listen carefully. "

The old man smiled kindly and pointed to the sunset glow on the horizon: "The sunset is going to set. Look at its most dazzling moment. "

Cece looked up, and the sunset only showed half of her face. The afterglow sprinkled on the sea, so dazzling.

Cece and the old man were shrouded in the afterglow of the sunset. ...