The composition of a sixth-grade writer

In daily life or work and study, everyone must have been exposed to composition. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following are nine essays written by sixth-grade writers carefully arranged by me. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like them.

Sixth grade writer composition 1 Teacher Song just transferred to our class this year. Although she has just taught us for two months, it seems that there is a magical power in Teacher Song, which is slowly changing us, and we are gradually accepting that C likes new teachers.

At the beginning of school, each of us was unhappy, because the substitute teacher who had been with us for four years was going to be transferred to the first grade. It was really "the country can't live without a king for a day", and then a strange teacher came.

At first, we silently complained that the new teacher told stories as soon as she attended class, which made us unable to learn knowledge. Won't this situation hurt us for a long time?

However, we gradually found that this teacher is not ordinary. She understands our difficulties, rarely gives us homework, and makes time for us to read, accumulate, write and practice calligraphy extensively. Sometimes he gives us math lessons! We became an inseparable family with our teacher, our hearts were linked together and we became real friends.

One day the teacher didn't come to class. I remember that the teacher said the day before that she was a little under the weather. We girls miss our teacher from the bottom of our hearts, thinking: Is the teacher in hospital? Is there anything wrong with the teacher's family? We remember that the teacher said that we would not be given classes unless something happened at home or we were seriously ill.

When the teacher came, we went to ask the teacher, "Teacher, why didn't you come yesterday?" The teacher said, "My father-in-law died yesterday, so I didn't come."

With the help of the teacher, the naughty boy in our class is much better: Joe can listen to the lecture and Miao Qiulin finishes his homework on time. Today, we played a joke on Joe, but he was not angry at all. In the past, he would make us jump, hehehe.

Our teacher also knows how to care about people. There was a rehearsal class meeting, and I was a little dizzy when I watched it. I said to the teacher, "Teacher, I'm a little dizzy. I want to go back and have a rest. " The teacher said, "Don't worry, do you want to call your parents?"

The class is about to begin, and the teacher still remembers coming to my seat and asking, "Are you okay?"? Can you persist? " I said, "No, it's much better, thank you, teacher."

Our teacher is sometimes timid, afraid of making noise, afraid of making trouble, and his story is a bit exaggerated. His humorous expression always attracts us.

Sometimes the teacher will turn cloudy into a thunderstorm or something, but our classmates are not very afraid, because that is also the teacher's true love for us! Looking back, the teacher is a bunch of chrysanthemums in full bloom in our hearts, pure and white, full of fragrance. Up to now, we all enjoy being with her. In our words, she is a big child.

My cousin has big eyes, a small mouth and decayed teeth.

My cousin likes helping others very much. Sometimes I think he is too stupid. Once, just after school, it rained cats and dogs, and everyone was busy going home. Fortunately, my home is not far from school. When I went downstairs to go upstairs, I heard someone calling me from behind. "Sister!" The voice shouted, "Can you lend me your umbrella?"

I turned around and saw that it was my neighbor's niece-Koriyama. I thought: Isn't her home next to Heping Primary School? How did you get here? Could it be that she went to see her aunt? No! Did her aunt go on a trip? Then she came here and borrowed an umbrella ...

"The rain won't stop for a while, so lend it to me when my home is far away!" She said again.

I have some contradictions in my heart: what if I lend it to her and she doesn't pay it back? But it makes no sense not to lend it to her.

"Oh dear!" I bent down and pretended to have a stomachache and said, "You can borrow it from someone else! I want to go home soon. "

I sat at home for a long time and my cousin came into the house wet.

I said, "Don't you have an umbrella? How did this happen? "

He wiped his head with a dry towel and said, "It rained heavily after school. Yao Jingjing's home is far away. Besides, she coughs today. It would be bad if she caught another cold, so I lent her my umbrella. "

"What a fool!" I thought to myself.

He is really a cheapskate at ordinary times, but when it comes to donating money to the disaster area, he is more atmospheric than anyone else. Usually his mother gives him three yuan a day, including his breakfast. If I use this three yuan, breakfast is not enough for one day, and he only eats steamed buns at fifty cents a day. When we went to buy food, he saved so much money and only bought popsicles for twenty or thirty cents, let alone let him treat us. An earthquake measuring 8.0 on the Richter scale occurred in Wenchuan, Sichuan, and their school organized donations. I thought he was reluctant to give up fifty cents, but I didn't expect him to donate all the money he had saved. He saves fifty cents, one yuan, two yuan and five yuan every day.

I am proud to have a cousin like him.

Comments: Cousin is cute and caring.

The third article of the sixth-grade writer's composition is called "the acquaintance of people, it is expensive to know each other; People know each other, and you know each other. " Everyone has several close partners around him. Let me introduce my little friend-my sister!

My sister is lively and lovely, smart and humorous. She has a pair of big eyes and a pair of small and exquisite mouths below. When my sister smiles, she shows a pair of white and neat teeth, which is very beautiful. I like my sister very much.

Once, I teased my sister while she was playing. When she was excited, she threw a toy at me. I thought that toy wouldn't hit me. But bang. The toy hit my left eye, and I immediately felt a great pain in my left eye. I cried. My sister was about to call her mother when she remembered that her mother had gone shopping. Looking at her helpless expression, I wanted to test her and cried even louder. I saw her watery eyes rolling and making faces. My sister frowned, raised her eyebrows and cried like me. I laughed, and my sister smiled happily when she saw me laughing.

My sister is not only humorous, but also clever. I'll show you if you don't believe me.

It was a sunny morning and the sun was laughing wildly. I am writing my "homework mountain" that will never be finished. At this time, a calculation problem stumped me. I quit because I did it three times before and gave three different answers-ask my mother. But it's no use quitting right away, because neither will mom. Then my sister came to me and said, "Sister, I will write this question." He wrote down the answer to this question. I asked, "How can you write? You didn't learn. " My sister wrote to answer me: "Of course I stole it."

Look, this is my sister, smart and humorous. Do you like her?

Article 4 of the sixth-grade writer's composition "It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard. " Yes, as the saying goes, behind every grain, there is a hardworking farmer. Today, I will introduce a farmer in our village-Wang.

Uncle Wang is about 50 years old. He always likes to wear a white shirt, which looks very simple. His eyes are always shining with wisdom accumulated over the years. Because I am active in the sun all the year round, my skin is dark and shiny under the reflection of the sun. He doesn't talk much, and he is patient and persistent.

Uncle Wang gets up early every day and sprays pesticides, weeds, fertilizers and fertile soil in the fields. After several years of hard work, he has planted dozens of acres of land, and he has been poor since the beginning.

Uncle Wang is not only hardworking, but also full of wisdom. Uncle Wang didn't have much skill in farming at first, and suffered a little loss, but he was not discouraged at all. He consulted others everywhere and bought many books about rice cultivation for self-study.

Once, except Wang, every household basically bought the same seed. Someone asked him why he bought this seed. He said: "According to my experience, the weather this year is suitable for planting this kind of seed." Sure enough, in the end he gained more than others. Slowly, he began to get rich, and since then, he has become a celebrity in our village.

This is the "celebrity" in my hometown-Uncle Wang.

I am a girl, and there is someone I admire. She is not a star, but a cleaner, whom I admire. She is a cleaner with fine features and a small mouth as red as a cherry. She's beautiful! I can see that she struggles with garbage after school every day.

One day when I came home from school, I heard that grandma Wang's sewer was blocked. I was very angry! The property sent a female cleaner I admire to clean the garbage in the pipeline. I saw her put on gloves, put the outside of her body at 35 degrees, supported her body with her left hand, and put her right hand into the smelly pipe. She seems to have caught something, and as soon as her hand is taken out, I can't watch it anymore. It turned out that some people who were not conscious poured the food they couldn't finish into the sewer and blocked the pipeline, which would happen. Watching, I began to get angry. I am angry with those who are unconscious! But look at the cleaning lady. She doesn't complain at all. She kept digging and digging. Sweat drops down, colorful and crystal clear under the sunlight! After digging for almost an hour, the pipeline was clear. At this moment, she smiled with satisfaction. Looking at her distant figure, I can't help but admire what a good cleaner! She is really someone I admire!

The person I admire most-a woman cleaner. I was moved by her spirit of not being afraid of being dirty and tired. Her heart, like gold, is shining and dazzling!

In a cold winter, an old man pushed a car and shouted, "candied haws, delicious candied haws!" " "

Time has left a deep mark on his face. Like bark, he skillfully made a delicious candied haws, and a pair of loving eyes made people feel much more intimate. One day I made an appointment with the old man to make me candied haws tomorrow. Who knows that when it rained heavily, when I passed by after school, I found that there was no one in the booth today. I thought grandpa wouldn't come, but just as I was about to leave, my grandfather's kind voice came from my ear, "wait a minute, little girl." When I looked back, I saw my grandfather coming, holding a wrapped sugar-coated gourd and an umbrella and handing it to me, and said to me, "Sorry, little girl, I'm late." Suddenly a warm current flowed through my whole body, and grandpa's loving eyes were deeply engraved in my heart, which I will never forget.

It is because of his loving eyes that he added a touch of warmth to this cold winter.

The sixth grade writer's composition 7 primary school has gradually drifted away, but it seems that everything is still lingering in my life. My teacher in most love, besides Mr. Chen, is the teacher of the fourth season of "Old Man Mi".

Teacher Ji is a "big shot". He doesn't have the majesty of the headmaster, but he is more like a father. Teacher Ji is very kind to us. His standard ballet steps are very stylish. He couldn't help laughing at that time when he stood in the figure of eight. We often play jokes on our teachers, and they don't mind. He laughed with us, showing little tiger teeth, and the wrinkles around his eyes gathered together, which made him look particularly old. Shh, I can't say, he will kick me again later, hehe! )

In the fifth grade, we girls liked to blow air conditioners and watch movies in Teacher Ji's office. Life in winter is really good! I still remember that time: m-girls: Blonde, Fu and I shouldn't be arrogant (always reckless in front of Teacher Ji) to go to the teacher's office and lock the door. The office is our world. The teacher was inconvenient to give us another lecture, so we casually walked over and said, "Well, look how many points I got on my Chinese paper." (I was in a state of completely ignoring Mr. Ji ...) I reached for the test paper and the teacher patted it. Fortunately, I reacted quickly and escaped (whoops, I was beaten many times by Teacher Ji, so I came prepared! ) "A-choo" I got a cold war. "Teacher, you are too stingy. As a principal, although you are not active, you are at least the leader of a primary school. Turn on the air conditioner once and you will die! " "Deduct two points and write it down!" Swearing in front of the teacher will deduct points, my points, whoops! ) Always turn on the air conditioner, and we also help the teacher to correct the basic questions of the test paper. We are serious and set off the silence of the night. Idle and bored (hehe, there is action! ) "teacher, I'm starving. Is there anything delicious? " I rummaged through the teacher's locker as I spoke. I always take the initiative. I'm sorry ... actually, I'm thick-skinned ) Teacher Ji's bookcase is bookworm's favorite, and he found an invitation, which belongs to the PE teacher. Several of us shouted for candy. Teacher Ji said, "Candy is in the fifth grade office." I jumped up and down, and my movements were too big, which caused a sensation in the whole teaching building (in fact, it was not so exaggerated, but very noisy). The teacher criticized me seriously: "Why are you making so much noise?"? Everyone else is already asleep. " "Oh, oh." There is nothing in a picture, which goes in one ear and out the other! ) "Come on, let's share the sugar!" As soon as I poured out the sugar, Blonde Rong and Chen Xiaoxiao started to grab it. It's the first time I've seen such a blonde. How nice! ) "How can you be so shameless! ? "I pursed my lips. "That's what you usually do to us." Blonde Rong said rudely. Chen Xiaoxiao also nodded, (also, I don't remember, I have always been like this, how can I remember! Teacher Ji sat on the side and said, "Average score, be more brilliant!" " I made this sentence up! ) Our air conditioner blew and we ate sugar. It's time to be content and go back to the dormitory to sleep.

Teacher Ji's story is more than that. No one will forget his kindness to us!

Sixth grade: the other side of the blue

Li Ming and I are deskmates and good partners. Even if you have a piece of candy, you have to take half. You are really like a brother.

Today we turned against each other, and I vowed never to talk to him again. There is a simple reason. In the afternoon, we took the final exam together. After about fifty minutes, I solved all the problems. I turned my head and saw Li Ming still frowning. I looked at his embarrassment and thought: we are so good, how can we not help at the critical moment?

I frowned, wrote the answers to those difficult questions on a piece of paper, kneaded them into a ball and quietly threw them on Li Ming's test paper. Unexpectedly, he didn't even look up. He just squinted at me with his sharp eyes and threw away the paper. How ungrateful! I thought angrily. At this time, I remembered the incident in the exam last year. He hit me twice with his arm when I was absorbed in math. I soon understood what he meant, so I pushed the question I answered in front of him and asked him to copy it down. He also got high marks. But today, ...

When! When! Class is over. Li Ming came out of the classroom and I pretended not to see it. But he came up to me, leaned over to me and said solemnly, "How can you cheat when you report your achievements to the party?" I'm surprised that he would say such a thing. Is this just a change of attitude between me and him? No, that was a leap in his mind, and I fell behind him. The anger in his heart began to dissipate, and he couldn't help but feel happy for his progress. But my face feels burning.

My mother is over 30 years old. She is of medium height, with heavy eyebrows and eyes, and her thin lips are always slightly parted, as if something would pop out of there at any time. My mother takes good care of me and cares about me, but she has one of the biggest shortcomings-nagging. Her nagging, like Tang priest chanting, is a compulsory course every day, which annoys me to death.

Early in the morning, as soon as Ding Lingling's alarm clock rang, her mother began to do "morning class": "It's half past six, get up quickly, or you'll be late." "Wash up quickly, the breakfast money is on the table, and be careful when crossing the road." "Concentrate on class, do your homework carefully and check it carefully." ..... In the evening, just before dinner, my mother started "evening self-study" again: "Did you wash your hands?" "Eat more vegetables." "Pack your schoolbag, prepare your study tools for tomorrow, check it again, and don't forget everything." ..... She never tires of repeating these words every day.

I remember the night before an exam, just after dinner, my mother's "compulsory course" began again:

"Did you check your homework carefully today? Is it correct? " I said with confidence:

"No problem, definitely nothing!" My mother gave me a look and picked up her homework to check it carefully. I found something wrong with my mother's expression. She frowned and looked depressed. Alas, mom is going to say "hoop curse" again. She read: "Is this your homework? Look, there are several wrong questions. I tell you to be careful every day, but you just don't listen to me ... "My mother's words gushed like water that opened the floodgates, and she cited countless examples to tell me the dangers of carelessness. In fact, I can recite these examples for a long time, but my mother still talks endlessly, making my ears grow cocoons. Finally, my mother repeated her "curtain call": "Correct the wrong questions, pack your schoolbag and get ready for tomorrow's study tools. Remember to check it again, don't forget everything. " I answered impatiently while changing the topic, thinking: I am in the fourth grade, can't I even do this little thing? Do you want to be verbose? Finish your homework and pack your schoolbag again and again.

In class the next day, the math teacher handed out test papers. I reached into my schoolbag to get my pencil case. Inner layer, no. Neither is the outer layer. Only then did I find that I didn't bring my pencil case, and I was blinded at once. what can I do? How can I take the exam without a pen? I really regret not listening to my mother. If only I had checked my schoolbag carefully! I was worried when I watched my classmates concentrate on answering questions and listened to their pens rustling on the test paper. I looked around, hoping to borrow a pen. When I was talking to my classmates in a low voice, the teacher came over. After asking about the situation, she whispered, "Look at your careless habit. When will you get rid of it? " Let me borrow it for you. "At that moment, my mother's figure appeared outside the window. She was sweating and panting, with my pencil case in her hand. I am ecstatic-the savior is coming! But I am ashamed and uneasy-it is my self-righteousness that has brought trouble to my mother and made her work so hard. I still think my mother is wordy. I really shouldn't! Will mom scold me? The teacher asked me to get the pencil box outside the classroom. I looked down and came to my mother. She held out her hand and handed me the pencil case. She didn't blame me, but told me seriously as usual: "remember: do the questions carefully and check them carefully." "Seeing my mother like this, my uneasy heart calmed down and returned to my seat. I answered the questions carefully and soon finished the test paper. Looking up, other students haven't finished yet! I'm a little proud-you did it before me and finished it after me. I want to raise my hand and hand in my papers. Suddenly I remembered my mother's instructions just now: "Do the questions carefully and check them carefully." So, I did each question carefully from the beginning. This survey actually found five wrong questions. I'm glad I remembered my mother's words, otherwise this point would have been lost in vain. Correct it quickly!

In the afternoon, the test paper was handed out, and the bright red "100" on the upper left jumped into my eyes. Ah, 100! I finally got 100! I hold this test paper in my hand, and tears are spinning in my eyes with excitement. You know, this has always been my dream! I used to make some mistakes because of carelessness, so the total score 100 passed like this. This is the first score of 100 in my life. How can I not get excited? Oh, it was my mother who rounded up my dream, and it was my mother's nagging that rounded up my dream!

When I got home, I happily handed the test paper to my mother and said excitedly, "Thank you, Mom!" " "My mother's face fell and said," Look at this today. How many times has my mother told you to be serious? You just don't listen, and you always think I'm nagging. Can I stop nagging? If you do the same for the college entrance examination, won't it ruin your life? You should form the habit of doing things in a down-to-earth manner, so that you can have good results. "

From then on, I no longer hate my mother's nagging, because she always reminds me to be down-to-earth in everything I do. Without my mother's nagging, how can I develop good habits and meticulous attitude? Mother's nagging is really "advice at the most unpleasant time is good for action"!

I love you, nagging mother!