The first volume of grade six Lesson 27 Imitation writing

1. Lesson 27: Imitate the campus symphony before meals in the sixth grade of primary school Chinese.

Boil, boil, boil, boil, the fourth class is finally over, and the teacher has to finish the "unfinished" speech just now. Just at that moment, the students rushed to the restaurant, eager for the delicious food on the table to fill the stomach of Qice who sang for more than half of the class, and even secretly prayed: "God bless, don't eat XXX for a few days." The more they go to the restaurant, the more "wonderful" their faces become. The person you like is from ear to ear, subtle and slightly upturned. People who don't like to eat are like that one over there: frowning, not looking at others, thinking about how many snacks to buy to satisfy their hunger, which can be described as hot pursuit. Hehe, interesting.

Concerto in d major

Somehow, the dormitory is always a paradise for everyone to communicate. Listen, you won't hear the twittering until you enter the dormitory door. There are "soprano solo", "alto accompaniment" and "bass concerto". What a lively concert! You can hear the lights go out at 9 o'clock. At this time, don't think the concert in the dormitory is over. Listen carefully, there is light music in our dormitory again. The decibel is extremely low, but this is the beginning of night music. If you have an appreciation level, you will know that this is the softest and most representative piece on campus. ...

Running March

This is our essential content. At this time, the campus began a "running March" that was "not as magnificent as the national anthem" but "more powerful than the national anthem". That inspiring slogan, look at that neat and orderly pace, are you moved? Look, that's our class. Perhaps from a distance, our class is very good at running exercises, but if you are in this team, you will definitely hear whispers again and again: "XXX. Your shoelaces are loose. Go out and tie them up. " "In front, the steps are wrong ..." "Why don't you stop ..." Alas, this is not a serious running exercise, it is just a series of laughter! However, we are right at both ends, and the steps under our feet are closely combined. Although the cooperation is not perfect, it is also in good order. More importantly, it has rhythm and * * *.

Campus life goes on. Various interludes, concertos and marches are mixed together to form a campus symphony. Every day is a different tune, and everyone is interpreting their different lives and different songs with their heart.

2. Imitate the first volume of grade six, lesson 28, paragraph 7. Campus is the cradle of knowledge for me; Campus is the window to teach me how to be a man; Campus is the guiding light to point out my mistakes; Campus is a stage for me to show my style.

Campus, let me move from ignorance to knowledge; Let me go from childish to mature.

I still remember that I was timid when I first went to school. In the third grade, I participated in the reading contest held by my school for the first time. I'm not nervous about Seth. "The next contestant, Yang Xiao of Class 3 (1), recited the Happiness of Snowflakes." The host read my name. Oh, how did you find me so quickly? I walked slowly onto the platform. I began to read aloud: "If I were a snowflake, rushing in mid-air, I would know my direction, flying, flying-there is my direction on this ground …" What is the next sentence? Shit, I forgot my words. I stood on the stage stupidly, somehow, my mind went blank and I couldn't say a word. Fortunately, the teacher gave me an explanation: "This little classmate is too nervous, so go down and prepare to come again." Ok, now let's invite the next contestant ... "I walked off the stage. Under the stage, I secretly cried. I feel sad when I think about what I just saw." Didn't the teacher want me to take part in the competition? What's the use of crying? Make another sound in your mind. So, I dried my tears, picked up the book and read it silently for several times. The second time, I went on stage again. Finally, I successfully recited it. The results came out, and I actually won the first place in the third grade group, so that all three teachers gave me full marks.

It was my first time to participate in the competition, and I have always cherished that award. The campus is really a stage for me to show my style.

Later, I was the host of the colonel's flag-raising ceremony. When I picked up the receiver and faced the whole school 1000 people, I was no longer nervous and afraid.

Campus makes me confident; Campus let me see; Campus, let me learn to be considerate; Campus, let me learn to work hard after failure.

Campus, my stage. I want to show my grace on this stage that belongs to me.

3. How to write a short composition "The Last Supper" after learning lesson 27 in the sixth grade of primary school is undoubtedly a religious painting by the world famous paintings Da Vinci.

This painting mainly tells that Jesus, the son of the Virgin Mary, had twelve disciples, and one of them betrayed him. So, in order to find out which one was the traitor, Jesus held the last supper with them.

In the painting, Jesus raised his hands horizontally, as if inviting everyone to make a cake together. He said, "Disciples, one of you has betrayed me …" The disciples were puzzled and began to discuss. composition

Da. Finch portrayed Jesus' smile particularly vividly. That elusive smile sometimes makes people think that Jesus hid a knife in his smile and found a traitor. Sometimes it makes people feel that Jesus' smile seems awkward and they are puzzled by the disciples' reaction.

The twelve disciples are also ready to go. Everyone is talking about each other, and their expressions are probably the same. It's really hard to tell which one is a traitor. But I found out carefully that the tenth one started from the left, holding a wallet in his hand, and his eyes were a little sinister and furtive. Because the whole painting is almost a brown color, there seem to be mountains and rivers in the background outside the window. In this way, the quiet atmosphere outside the window is in sharp contrast with the noisy indoor environment. composition

Although I don't understand coming yet. What is the purpose of Finch's painting this famous painting, but I am still full of love for it! It let me know a deeper artistic realm.

In order to better appreciate the beauty of art, I will continue to pursue it!

4. The first volume of the sixth grade Unit 8 Composition "I Learn to Draw" Imitates Lesson 28 My Stage I remember that in the first grade of primary school, I always liked to paint my mother's lipstick on the wall, and the snow-white wall was painted like a flower. My mother was very angry when she saw me scribbling her lipstick, but my father thought I was very talented in painting, so I began to learn to paint at an early age.

I study painting in He Laoshi. He has a "country" face, is tall and treats people kindly. I just came here, and the teacher taught us to draw with circles. I saw the teacher holding a pen, drawing a round head on the paper, then drawing a pair of round eyes in the head and two oval mouths outside the head. The body is round, the tail is round and the wings are round. The teacher made a lovely bird with a circle. It turned out that painting was so interesting that my interest was immediately hooked up and I drew it on paper: a little boy made of circles stood in a circular pond and blew bubbles. When the teacher saw my painting, he smiled and said, "This little boy can do magic and stand on the water." The students all laughed, and I smiled shyly.

After studying painting here in He Laoshi, I feel that it is not hard at all. My teacher often tells some jokes. I hope to learn to draw every day.

Time flies and my painting level has been greatly improved. At this time, He Laoshi assigned me to a sketch class and asked me to learn sketch. Sketch is to show an object in three dimensions with a pencil. At first glance, it's a bit difficult. I had to draw the cube I saw under the light with pencils of different shades, which is the most basic thing in sketch. I picked up a pencil, drew a corner, and then drew it. At first, my hands were shaking and my lines bent involuntarily. I rubbed and painted, painted and rubbed, and it took me about two hours to finish the whole painting. The teacher saw it and boasted, "It's not bad, but it's not good enough here." Say, pick up the brush and process my painting. Three or two revisions, I compared it with the real thing. Hey, stop it. I really like it.

With the help of teachers and my efforts, I have made greater progress. Painting is like a blacksmith, which has cast my ability and perseverance.

Now, I have entered senior three, but I can't help laughing when I think of some childhood memories. But there is one thing that makes my face a little red when I think about it.

That was when I was three or four years old. At that time, I had just entered a small class in kindergarten. It was noon at that time, and the lunch in kindergarten that day was very rich, including roasted pigeon, Chinese cabbage and seaweed soup. Chinese cabbage and seaweed soup are not uncommon, but roasted pigeon is a dish that is difficult to eat in kindergarten, which immediately aroused my appetite. I wolfed down two bowls of rice and a roast pigeon, and my stomach swelled like a ball. After having a rest after lunch, the teacher began to organize our lunch break. I lay in bed for a long time and didn't feel sleepy at all. Suddenly, my stomach ached violently, and * * * began to excrete. I worked hard. I knew there was shit in my pants. I was too timid to tell the teacher, so I pretended to be asleep.

Teacher Chen and teacher Yu sitting next to me are eating porridge. They talked in a low voice while eating.

One said, "This porridge is quite big."

The other said, "What's the use? Just a pot of water, a few grains of rice, no need to fill your stomach. "

6. Imitate lessons 27 and 28 in the first volume of the fifth grade of primary school. When I was in a special class in the year of writing, the teacher suddenly announced an exciting good news that I was going to have a picnic tomorrow. The classroom suddenly boiled.

At noon, we will summarize our group's affairs until school is over.

The next day, I was in high spirits and ran to school with my arranged things. Seeing the colorful clouds in the sky, I expect the weather will be fine and the pace will accelerate again. When I came to school, I saw my classmates getting together and talking noisily. Maybe I'm too excited. Soon, teachers and classmates came in unison. We immediately counted the number of people and the things we brought, and the teacher also counted the students. After all the arrangements were made, we got on a bus. Along the way, we were like a group of happy and free birds, singing in the car, thinking about the picnic place, thinking about the picnic situation of our classmates, and sometimes we couldn't help laughing! About an hour later, we arrived at the beach in Lao Dao Bay, the picnic site.

As soon as we got there, we looked around for places. Fortunately, Sun robbed a "land of geomantic omen". After settling down, we began to build the kitchen, but we were the big girls in the sedan chair-for the first time, we were very unfamiliar. Fortunately, the teacher came to check the "people's feelings" and helped us build the kitchen. The first step is to make a fire, which is related to our lunch! Lighters have no effect on firewood at all, but fortunately, students are more enthusiastic and bring us green things with spoons, which adults call fuel. Later, the pot was also washed, except for cooking. Seeing that others have finished smoking, they are divided into two groups. I'm in charge of the size of the fire. Don't underestimate it. If it is indulgent, our food will become crispy. If the weather weakens, we won't have lunch. Because I stick to my post and am meticulous about my tasks, delicious meals are cooked unconsciously. It used to be a small and hard rice grain, but now? This is sweet and delicious rice. The skills of the second group of players are also first-class. "Fried tomatoes with eggs" is carefully cooked by leaves. I saw her first pour the right amount of oil into the pot, then beat two eggs, fry them, then pour in the cut tomatoes, and finally add some water and keep stirring. Soon, "scrambled eggs with tomatoes" was served on the table, which tasted like the best in the world. Then Xie Yuanyuan's Colorful Dishes and Sun Xiaoyu's Potatoes and Carrots-

Here we are: delicious food, sweet drinks, snacks after dinner-everything. Look at Zhang's group again. It can't be said that there is no food to eat, but it can also be regarded as a lack of food, because none of their players can cook or cook. We felt sorry to see them so pitiful, so we asked Xie Yuanyuan to help them. However, not only was their pot not good, but it was almost burned by Chef Xie. Fortunately, I found it in time and reminded them, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. After Xie Yuanyuan left, they borrowed soy sauce from us. We are very confused. Can they eat noodles? So, we set a price: a spoonful of soy sauce for an egg. Who knows, they stole our soy sauce in broad daylight, and their bandits didn't have a good life. Zhang inexplicably poured all the eggs and soy sauce into the pot and kept stirring like us. He didn't know to add water when it was burnt. A few minutes later, Zhang personally prepared the "egg rice". I saw him pick up chopsticks and taste them with joy. Just to the mouth, you can see the wrinkles on your face, and then the warm rice spit out from your mouth. That scene made us laugh.

This picnic is really interesting! This activity can not only exercise us, but also let us experience and leave everything in this era.

In the afternoon, a tug-of-war will be held. Everyone is very happy. I finally made it to the afternoon. On the playground, a thick rope is pressed against two white lines in the middle of the playground, and a red cloth strip is tied between the ropes. Whoever can pull the red stripe in the middle of the rope over the white line at one end will win. The teacher divided the class into two teams, and all the students tried their best. Surrounded by students, there will be a tug-of-war in the afternoon. Everyone is very happy. I finally made it to the afternoon. On the playground, a thick rope is pressed against two white lines in the middle of the playground, and a red cloth strip is tied between the ropes. Whoever can pull the red stripe in the middle of the rope over the white line at one end will win. The teacher divided the class into two teams, and all the students tried their best. Surrounded by students watching the scene of bustle, even the young trees shook their arms as if to say, "Come on! Come on! " "get ready!" Cried the referee. Both players grabbed the rope. "Du-"whistle sounded and the game officially started. The two sides did not give in to each other and pulled back with all their strength. Look at tintin at the end first. He grabbed the rope with both hands, gritted his teeth and pulled back. He is like a wooden head. No matter how the other person pulls, his feet hardly move. Watch the Join team for 10,000 days. His face flushed, his right foot pressed his former classmate's heel, and his left foot pressed his former classmate's toe, forming a "bow" shape. The red cloth moves here for a while, and then moves to the other side. Cheerleaders "cheer" one after another, shouting louder and louder until the voice of the other cheerleaders is suppressed. Gradually, gradually, the rope moved to the other side, but it could not be pulled and was lost. The students of one team stood dejectedly, while the students of the other team jumped three feet happily. Change venues and fight again. This time, I learned the lesson of my failure in the last competition. Wang Qiang shouted this song, played for a few minutes, and won. The other side refused to accept and asked for another battle. This sport consumes a lot of energy, so we won't play.

7. Lesson 26, paragraph 9: How far is the grassland in my dream/I have been thinking about the grassland for many years.

Such an idea seems to be an innate instinct and desire. When a person's soul is immersed in a natural environment for a long time, does his blood also have some characteristics suitable for this environment? I think, in my last life, I must have ridden tame or wild horses in the depths of a vast grassland, walked through colorful grassland wildflowers, and perhaps sang heroic and desolate Tibetan songs all the way, making the clouds tremble and fly in the song ... Everyone who knows me knows that this is my dream for too long.

When I hear the word "grassland" flowing from my heart, most people will advise me in a disdainful tone: What is good about grassland? It is nothing more than a large monotonous grassland, and occasionally a hill will pop up.

Better go somewhere else. In such a statement, my heart is almost painful.

"To love someone is to love him all." By analogy, if you love a place, you will love its four seasons and everything about it.

It's like a child looking at his mother. She is the most beautiful woman in the world. And the grassland I miss is really like my mother. The farther away I am, the more outstanding the unique beauty from imagination becomes.

In fact, from the moment I set foot on the grassland, I was not very clear about how I should behave to express my long-term thoughts. "Elephants are invisible", so, should all emotions be silent? When I really become a wanderer returning from the grassland, should I jump into her generous and desolate chest and cry bitterly, or should I hold back my sadness and joy and look at her quietly and affectionately, so that my lifelong yearning and yearning can be fully revealed through my eyes? A dream, after years of hard work; A kind of yearning, an emotion that has tortured for half a life, always implies some special reasons.

Otherwise, how to face the time of life? In this nostalgia, I imagined myself merging into the grassland life countless times: riding a fast and vigorous horse, whipping my hooves and flying to the endless horizon; Set up a tent and become a traditional, simple and kind-hearted beautiful grassland woman in the fragrance of grass and milk tea; With a lover who has known each other for a lifetime, with all his time and imagination, he has achieved a classic, handed down and immortal grassland love story ... It seems that the dream has reached the extreme of beauty. And how far is the grassland in my dream from my life? I finally made up my mind to feel this distance with my body and soul at the same time and narrow it, otherwise, there will be great regrets in my life.

At the beginning of October, in the thick autumn colors, I embarked on a journey to return to the grassland. On the winding road in the mountainous area, I took a car instead of walking, and I was deeply immersed in my dream. A pair of wise eyes looked at my pious heart and could not help but shed tears. God, at this time, it began to rain, a drop, a burst, cold, fell in my warm and soft heart.

My heart began to cool down gradually. But there is a trace of hot air that refuses to disperse: perhaps the particles of autumn sunshine are floating on the grassland, and the fragrance of autumn sunshine is diffuse.

With the support of this ray of hope, I will continue to move towards the grassland of my dreams. There was a pop song in the car at that time, and the singer's melancholy voice was full of sadness: "I thought of you in the rain;" In the evening, I miss you ... "At that time, I thought my grassland would break through the fog of misty rain and walk into my vision full of longing with a vigorous attitude.

The car drove through numerous dangerous beaches and entered Maoxian, which will be a completely strange journey from now on. I will take back my thoughts immersed in dreams.

Because I know very well that there will be some unpredictable scenery and scenes on many strange roads. I must pay full attention to this realistic time and space where I am, and seize some experiences that I may have never experienced in this strange journey.

The intensity of the mountains is still the same as those before; Water still has the coldness and gentleness of water before; Road, but already muddy. Eyes staring at the scenery outside the window, the body obviously feels the difficulty of walking.

Reality and dreams are two different fields of life. In reality, hard work and a brave smile.

In the dream, there are faint tears flashing. This may be the true feeling of most living people.

I don't know what would happen if I had some unusual ideas about dreams may come. The grassland in my dream finally appeared in my mind with a distant gesture.

This is the end. The car is stuck in the thick and soft mud like a stranded ship, so it can't get in or back. Rolling down the window, looking at the mushy soil outside the window, a sigh curled up in my heart: this is the end! Those deep ruts that have been run over by trucks have become the only ones that stop the dream trip.

The nobility of the soul is at a loss in front of the 50-meter-long dirt road. There is too much unfathomable mud on the road ahead.

If you retire, you just need to retire to the time when you first entered the mud. Although it is difficult to retreat, at least it can make people see the difficulty. Relatively speaking, how dangerous is the mud on the road ahead? No one can predict.

In many different moving scenes, we have to retreat because of unpredictability. This helpless compromise is full of endless loss and sadness.

The reality is always like this, whether it is lost or sad. The journey close to the dream will always be unexpectedly full of mud. This is the real reality, cruel and indifferent. Grassland! Grassland! In the process of my return, I am getting farther and farther away, so that the clear grassland, cattle, sheep and herdsmen in my dream are blurred into clouds of different colors.

I cringed in the cold autumn rain. Winter is coming, let's find some warmth here for the time being.

I am convinced that this is not the final outcome! It is unknown to put two pieces of grass for walking and eat skewers. Under the shady mountain, the sky is like a sky, covering four fields. The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep. Come to the vast grassland and be attracted by the subtle sound.

That's the sound of grass relaxing from the bottom of the grassland; It is also the sound of grass tips and swimming clouds dancing with each other when the wind blows. That's an inaudible whisper in a world of mixed voices. People's eyes and ears will always stay in the glory of the world.