Sixth grade composition

In the study, work and life on weekdays, many people have had the experience of writing compositions, which can be divided into primary school compositions, middle school compositions and college compositions (papers). How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following are six sixth-grade compositions I collected for you, hoping to help you.

Time flies, we also grow up in this passing time, and many past events are gradually forgotten in our minds. Yinger, are you okay? I will never forget that day. Yinger, that day, I begged you hard, "Yinger, don't leave Tingting, okay?" But you just touched my head and said, "Tingting, my sister won't leave you, and she must leave!" " "

Yinger, I know you have to go far away because of your studies, but we are going to separate. Yinger, are you okay? Yinger, that day, I hugged you tightly and begged you, but you insisted on pushing me away and running away, but you still shouted, "Tingting! Sister will miss you! Sister will never forget you! Tingting-!"

In this way, Yinger, we were ruthlessly separated. Yinger, don't worry about Tingting. Tingting is very good. Tingting knows that on the other side of the ocean, there is a person who is deeply thinking about Tingting, and Tingting is also deeply thinking about the person who is thinking about Tingting. Yinger, that person is you.

Yinger, Tingting thought of you again today. Tingting cried today. Don't worry, Yinger is not here. There is no one to talk with Tingting and comfort her when Tingting is sad. Yinger, are you okay? What time are you coming back? Yinger, Tingting remembered when Tingting sent you away today. "Yinger, don't leave Tingting, ok?"

Listening to the crunching sound of horseshoes hitting bluestone, smelling the slightly moist air after rain, and looking at the red lacquer tile house that is particularly conspicuous because of rain erosion, this is Lijiang.

In Lijiang, everything seems to slow down, including time, and everything seems so leisurely.

In the morning, it was a little gloomy, but as time went on, the sky gradually brightened up. The sun climbed up from the mountainside of Yulong Mountain like a heavy climber. In a short time, it dropped a heavy load and jumped into the sky at a distance from the summit. The light from the sun is not strong, but it illuminates the clouds around us.

In the morning, several Mao Mao rains washed Lijiang spotless from head to toe. Scarlet tiles are still stained with rain beads last night, and the white walls have been washed out by the rain. In Lijiang, rain can be seen everywhere, even in summer.

At noon, the sun is slightly dazzling. The sunlight shines like broken gold on the scarlet tiles, which is particularly dazzling. Looking antique, but simple and not rich; Looking at the weeping willows by the river, they are still like green leaves in summer; Looking at the three clear snow waters flowing from Yulong Snow Mountain; Looking at the unique granite bridge, several landscapes blend together. At this time, you can't help but say, "Wow, the scenery of' Plateau Gusu' is really beautiful!"

Time passes with the gurgling stream. In the afternoon, people gradually increased and pushed each other. With the rapid breathing of people, the weather seems to be getting hotter and hotter. Lijiang in the afternoon is a bit messy.

In the evening, the bustling crowd gradually decreased. River lanterns with different shapes follow the river, carrying people's beautiful dreams of towards the distant. Some dim light projected by lanterns of every household interweaves with a little light scattered by river lanterns to form some nameless colors. Nothing can imitate Naxi ancient music coming from a distance, and no sound can replace it. That ancient music has carried many years of history. Isn't that the music that flickers away and approaches, the music that Naxi old people play with their hearts?

In the dead of night, I crept up, put on my coat, and looked at Leng Yue, emitting clear moonlight, as if only a tired soul had found shelter here. ...

Listening to the rotating music of Bunun Bell, smelling the lingering fragrance of cordate telosma blooming last night, and looking at the beautiful scenery of the plateau Gusu, everything is so simple and plain. Yes, this is Lijiang.

In the afternoon, the rain and fog are still spreading, and the fields are gray, rendering the flawless sky. In this way, in the baptism of holy water, we came to Donghu Mountain.

The air is fresh and slightly muddy, and the road is thickly covered with invisible brushes. On the roadside, clusters of green paradise are dancing with purple flowers, and the red leaves and green leaves in the distance are staggered in disorder. In the looming rain and fog, red shines slowly, and green sets off noble red, like a gorgeous spark. The mud was stained by rain.

Through the mud, we came to a lush, yes, East Lake Mountain. On the mountain road, stepping on yellow leaves, the air is cool and the depths are quiet. When I came to the ancient stage, I couldn't forget the big buttonwood tree in the middle, which was lush and leafy, like a statue in spring and unforgettable. It's like my friend. Around the buttonwood, it is like a fence of spring water. Looking at this buttonwood, it seems to supply it with vitality.

I sat on the pavilion and looked at the mountains in the distance. The gray-blue mountains kept rising and falling, and the edges of the mountains were invisible. Under the gray sky on the horizon, they blend into the distant sky like a gradient! Everything about East Lake Mountain, which is not familiar to me? Hello, green hibiscus! How colorful your tactful gesture is! Hello, giant Platanus acerifolia, your towering body stands on the land of East Lake Mountain; Hello, strange black-shelled nan! How special it is that you are wrapped in a round shell! Hello, elegant crape myrtle, your noble body and purple silk add luster to your strange light! Picking up a snow-white leaf, I heard an iceberg in the distance with the sound of rain.

It is still raining, and there is an umbrella on the ground. At this time, my visit was over and I went back with great joy. Although it is a park, it has a hidden beauty!

After dinner at noon today, my parents took my brother and me to the market.

Our family of four came to the party, and how far away I saw a sea of people, so I asked my mother why there were so many people. Mom said, "It's almost the Spring Festival. Everyone will come to celebrate the New Year. We have to have some New Year today. "

There are all kinds of things for sale, including fruits, vegetables, clothes, shoes and so on. We came to a place selling apples. My mother asked, "How much is a catty of apples?" "Two yuan 5 1 kg" I said, "Can you make it cheaper? Let's buy more. " It was two yuan 2 1 kg, so we bought ten kg instead. My mother smiled and said to me, "Xinxin can bargain when she grows up."

Today, we bought a lot of things at the gathering. My mother bought me a new dress. I am very happy.

The Secret Garden is the work of Mrs frances hodgson burnett in the United States. When I opened it, I felt that I had entered a beautiful and wonderful dream world.

The hero of this book is three ordinary children: Mary, Deacon and Colin. They are very good friends. Mary and Colin live in Mistersweet Manor, and Deacon lives in a small farmhouse of 0/4 people in the country. Mary was sent to the home of her uncle, Mr. craven, in England because of the cholera outbreak at home. Mary went to the garden a few days ago because she was bored. Later, led by Ben's robin, she found the door and key of Mrs craven's garden. Because it was locked for 10 years, Mary called it the secret garden.

Previously, Mary planted her own plants in the garden, and later met her brother Deakin through the introduction of Martha, the maid. Deacon is a kind man, and all the animals in the wilderness want to be with him, so Mary is willing to tell Deacon about the secret garden and "wake up" the secret garden with Deacon. On an opaque rainy night, Mary found a strange cry and came to a room. With her unique charm, she became good friends with Mr. craven's son, Master Colin. After many twists and turns, Mary and Deakin took Colin to the secret garden, where all three children became strong and healthy. When Mr. craven came back from his trip, he was surprised to see his weak, complaining son become radiant and walk away. After listening to Colin, Mary and Deacon, he smiled happily and stopped locking the garden. Father and son and Mary live a happy and full life.

Close the book, I have been indifferent to nature, but I have a yearning for nature. It has always been around us and become ordinary, but it is this simplicity that has changed the fate of two children and the feelings of a father and son. It makes Mary no longer stubborn and arrogant, makes her full of vitality and vitality, and makes her as beautiful as her mother; It stopped Colin from thinking that he would not live long, changed Colin's persistence in life and made him as strong as all the boys in Yorkshire.

Seeing Mary and Colin's stubbornness and irrationality, I can't help but look at myself in life. Make a hullabaloo about little things that don't go your way, and sometimes even talk back to your mother. If you think about what I said from another angle, will it make them sad? If someone says this to me one day, what will my mood and attitude be like? After reading this book, I can't help but calm down and stop making a fuss about something unsatisfactory. Maybe others have as many troubles as I do. I also learned to be kind to others and gradually got used to his (her) style, just like Mary treated Martha.

The deacon in the book also makes me like him very much. He is friendly to people and animals, and animals like to get close to him just as animals in the zoo like to get close to keepers. He has a big mouth, but in fact he is not a "big mouth". A deacon can keep a secret for anyone, just like keeping a thrush's nest. In our life, some people, in order to have a topic to talk about, do not hesitate to tell other people's secrets as jokes, but also tell them to more than one person, as if the whole world should know about it. But deacon won't. He kept Mary's secret garden until Mr. craven came back. During this time, he didn't even tell his closest relatives, because he promised Mary that he wouldn't tell anyone, which is also the most basic honesty.

The books in the secret garden taught me a lot and made me see many facts clearly. I like this world famous book-The Secret Garden very much.

Once upon a time, in this big forest, there were many towering trees, and the dense branches alternated layer by layer to form a green forest network, which was beautiful. But now, the trees are decreasing day by day, the forest is becoming sparse, and the sound of "clicking" has been heard.

Today, another lumberjack came. A huge white truck stopped in front of the forest, and a man with a sharp axe jumped out of it. He is not tall, and his little mouse eyes faintly reveal his greed for money. He was wearing a blue overalls, and his hands kept fiddling with the axe. He stared at the forest in front of him, dreaming that the tree could become a hundred-dollar bill. He seems to think that the money will soon be in his pocket.

"Ha ha, this will definitely fetch a good price!"

He laughed heartily twice, swung his axe and rushed into the forest.

Looking at the big tree in front of him, he still felt that it was not enough. After a thousand choices, he stopped in front of a towering poplar tree and thought for a while.

"Forget it, just this one!"

He couldn't wait to raise his sharp axe, and with a swish, the poplars trembled and the green leaves fell. "Hua, Hua-as if silently accusing the woodcutter of letting them leave the tree mother. The woodcutter was even more excited when he heard the voice. He seemed to see a hundred-dollar bill waving to him again.

"Woo-"Suddenly there was a scream in the distance, and a woodpecker flapped its wings and flew in. It looks at more and more cracks in the tree and the gradually curved texture on the hard trunk. The black pupil is shining with tears, and it feels very angry. Its light body fell on the lumberjack's shoulder, and its sharp eyes shot at the lumberjack, pecking at his wooden head and saying, "There must be bugs in this wood."

After reading this, you must be thinking, will there be bugs in people's heads? I can tell you for sure that there is! This bug is selfish, greedy and ignorant. The greedy worm caused by money devours the only conscience left in human hearts, and desire creates selfishness and makes human beings hypocritical and ignorant. They began to cut down trees unconsciously. Destroying the environment and making a beautiful home miserable is also a warning to mankind. If we don't protect the environment and destroy it unconsciously, then every kind of harm we do to nature will eventually come to us.

Of course, there are people with worms in their heads like the woodcutter in the story, such as our classmates. Some people will have an "ignorant bug" in their heads and litter casually. This is not only uncivilized, but also destroys the environment. Some students even throw away unused pieces of paper and let others step on them. What a waste!

Here, I want to tell you that while destroying nature, human beings are also hurting themselves, just like in the story. In order not to turn your head and worms into wood together, let civilization protect nature and cherish natural resources together for the home of civilization!