My masterpiece composition in the sixth grade 1 Everyone has his own masterpiece, and I am no exception. Last summer, under the guidance of my teacher, I unexpectedly started my "brilliant life" and won the first trophy in my life. So I also understood my specialty at that time-eight characters through the heart.
Speaking of "eight-character piercing the heart", I am the best one on the team. I remember that in last year's competition, I successfully led the team to victory with a good result of zero mistakes, which made other teams shout "Awesome!"
If you think such success is just a temporary luck, I just want to say four words to you: "No, you are wrong!" " "At first, I was just a little mouse in my class, but I don't know why. For a while, I suddenly fell in love with the sports activity of' wearing a heart'. After that, I studied hard and searched online all day for the trick of "eight-character piercing the heart" According to the online method, I gradually became proficient. Later, with the recommendation of my classmates, I successfully entered the class team, and after shining brilliantly in the competition, I successfully entered the school team with the first place. On the school team, I worked harder and put my whole heart into it as if it were my life. In class, I am thinking about how to get better and better; After class, I went to the open space alone and practiced tirelessly.
Finally, the game is over. I not only won the honor from it, but also realized a truth: all success comes from your continuous efforts, because everything comes to him who waits.
My specialty in grade six is composition 2. Some of my specialties are dancing. Some people pick watermelons. Some are paper-cut. Others are playing the Rubik's cube. My specialty is clay figurines. It's easy for me to knead clay figurines. First of all, soil and water should be added up in a certain proportion. This step is very important. The mud can't be too soft, otherwise the clay figurine can't stand up. Don't push too hard, or the mud won't stick together. When the mud is mixed, you can knead it.
You can pinch rabbits, kittens, princesses, princes, trees and flowers ... you can pinch them vividly with all kinds of tools. Finally, you can wait for them to dry and paint them with colorful colors.
I once competed with my friends to squeeze clay figurines. I'm going to pinch a beautiful little princess. As soon as I came up, I quickly mended the mud, squeezed out a little face to put her hair on, carved a crown for her to wear, and carved a pair of bright big eyes. Small and exquisite nose, cherry-like mouth aside to dry. Then pinch the skirt, I pinch out the shape of the cake skirt, decorate it with some beautiful gems, pinch out a pair of arms and small hands and press them on. Finally, I pinched a neck with some mud, connected the skirt with my head and dried it with a hair dryer. Colour it. At this time, my friend's little tiger is ready. Suddenly my friend laughed at me. What happened? I looked in the mirror. Haha, it turned out that I was accidentally painted as a big cat.
Clay figurines add a lot of fun to me. I like to squeeze clay figurines.
Now, I am a cyclist. I can not only go down the stairs, but also have fun. But this is not bragging, but it is not easy to learn.
I was all thumbs at first, so I asked my friends to help me. As soon as I stepped on it, I thought it was easy. As a result, I fell off the car at once and it hurt terribly. I stepped on it again without waiting for me to sit down. My hand seems to have changed, and I no longer listen to my control. I turned left for a while, turned right for a while, and finally fell down. My friend commands me like a commander, and I ride slowly like a tame lamb. Riding, riding, I told my friend to let go. As soon as he let go, I rode it smoothly. I said loudly, "I learned." I fell down as soon as I spoke. I said, "Well, I haven't." After a while, I really learned. I rode on the road in my hometown and felt the joy of learning to ride a bike.
From this incident, I understand a truth: nothing is difficult in the world, nothing is impossible to a willing mind. No matter what you do, you must work hard and never give up halfway, otherwise you will be a real loser, a coward and can't do anything well. Don't be afraid of hardship, how can you get plum blossoms without turning over? I believe that next time you come to my door, you will see me riding a bike.
In the sixth grade, my masterpiece composition 4 said, "Eighteen kinds of martial arts, everything is a good play." And I am so thin and ordinary, I also have special skills. That's climbing the wall.
At first, I was afraid to climb the wall because I was afraid of being killed. Later, a bold girl in our class encouraged me to practice this skill.
Let me tell you the secret of climbing the wall. It's actually quite simple. There are three tricks, that is, "grab, push and go." Grasping is grasping the top of the wall with both hands. If some students are short, they should put a brick under their feet. Pedal means holding them with your hands and pedaling hard with your feet, and they will "fly" as lightly as swallows. The last resort is to leave, which is also the most dangerous one. When walking, walk on the wall. When walking, there should be no distractions. Thinking about the east and west, I accidentally fell off the wall. So I want to tell you: "dangerous action, please don't imitate it, it's very dangerous."
I remember one time, the osmanthus in the township government near my home was blooming, and it was thyme, so my sister and I went to pick it. The osmanthus tree grows against the wall, and we shake it. Soon, it began to rain with osmanthus flowers overhead. However, it was too wasteful to shake it like this, so I climbed onto the wall to pick it. Ten minutes later, a mineral water bottle was filled with osmanthus.
As the saying goes: "One minute on stage, ten years off stage." Let me change it: "I want to have a skill and practice my basic skills hard." Do you think so?
In the sixth grade, my masterpiece, composition 5, "Cicada is calling for summer on the path by the pond ..." A piece of music from Childhood floated out of the window again with my singing.
Every time I finish my homework, I will play with my ukulele. My father will jokingly say, "The great musician is going to have a concert again. Come and buy tickets!" I was absorbed, my fingers danced flexibly on four strings, and my voice was sometimes as light as a bridge, sometimes as low as a muffled thunder, and sometimes as rapid as a drum hammer. The lovely note elves danced around me, and I couldn't extricate myself from this wonderful music ... until my fingers stung, I came to my senses.
"The sword front comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold." In order to learn ukulele well, I also suffered a lot: first, I broke my skin and turned red, and finally I got blisters! In order to learn it well, I endured the pain, rushed outside and began to practice again. C, A, Am, F … These tones make me dizzy and my fingers hurt. My mother advised me to say, "Daughter, let's stop practicing. It is easier for us to learn a dance and a painting. Seeing that you are so tired, my mother is distressed! " I shook my head and said firmly, "Mom, how can you give up halfway?" ? Now that you have chosen, you must stick to it. "My mother is very helpless, let me play ecstasy.
On the road of learning ukulele, although there were thorns and bumps, I overcame them all. I believe that in the days to come, I will take my ukulele and go all the way along the road of music and music. ...
Yesterday afternoon, my mother and I went downstairs to buy food. I said to my mother, "Let me cook today!" Mom said, "I'll do it, but you won't." I said, "I can't, I can learn! I have grown up. "
When I got home after buying vegetables, my mother said, "Let's make celery and stir-fried meat today." My mother taught me to pick celery first, then wash it with clear water, dry it for a while, and then cut it into small pieces and put it on a plate. As this is my first time cooking, my hands are very tired, so I have to put down my knife and have a rest before cutting meat. After a while, I picked up the meat and cut it. I only knew it was delicious, but I didn't know it was so difficult to cut. Not as crisp as celery, oily and slippery, and it has no effect at all. So I held the meat in my left hand, cut it down with my right hand, and finally cut off this small piece of meat.
After everything was ready, I opened the fire and put some oil in the pot. The oil boiled, so I put the meat in first, and the pot smoked with a bang. I quickly stepped back, and then stir fry with a shovel. I put some spices in it. After a while, the meat was almost cooked. I poured the celery into the pot and stirred it for a while. I continued to stir fry until the celery changed color and was almost ripe. This dish will be out of the pot.
In the evening, my father came home from work and praised me for growing up and learning to cook. Hearing my father's praise, I was elated.
In the sixth grade, my masterpiece composition 7 "East Wind Blows, War Drum Beats". Eighteen kinds of martial arts, everything is a good show! When it comes to mixing noodles, I'm not afraid of anyone!
In the new morning, the rising sun selflessly sprinkled warm sunshine on the earth, and the breeze urged the grass to get up. Those cute little creatures-bugs have also worked very early. On this beautiful morning, I will show my skills in front of my family.
I got up early and went to the kitchen after washing. I first took the kettle, filled it with water and boiled it. When I opened the lid, I saw that the water in the kettle was still alive and kicking, like a group of disobedient children, jumping and stumbling from time to time.
I pour boiling water into the pot and light it. With the sound of electric shock, a blue flame came out neatly and helped me cook noodles together. I took out the noodles, pinched some with my hands, pulled them out and put them in the pot. Noodles like a weak woman, instant surrender. I took out the plates from the kitchen cabinet and peanut butter, peanuts, chopped green onion and hot sauce from the refrigerator. Use some water left in the kettle, add it to the plate, add peanut butter, chop chopped green onion and get ready. I think the noodles are almost done. Put it in a plate with chopsticks, add peanut butter and stir well, sprinkle with chopped green onion, pour a little soy sauce, dig a little spicy sauce first, and then stir with chopsticks. I brought the mixed noodles out of the kitchen and my family woke up. I ate my mixed noodles and started a new day's struggle.
The rising sun, sunshine, shines on my heart. As long as you dare to keep trying and challenging, your stage will shine more brightly.
Paper-cutting is a folk art in China. Cutting paper into various patterns with scissors is called paper cutting. Paper-cutting originated in Han Dynasty. In the era of Tang Han, folk women cut flowers and birds out of colored silk and pasted them on their foreheads as decorations. Later, people cut out stories of flowers, plants, animals or people with colored paper during festivals, and put them on windows as window grilles, and on doors as door stickers.
Next, I'll tell you how to cut paper. First, fold a complete square A4 paper in half, then use scissors to slowly cut out some outlines on the folded paper according to your own design, and then unfold the folded paper, and the work will be released.
I also cut some paper-cuts. The first kind of paper-cut is "Xi" paper-cut, which is often used in weddings and other festive occasions. First of all, fold a red square paper twice, don't open it in a hurry, cut the folded paper into half a happy word with scissors, and then carefully open the cut half a happy word, which becomes "Xi" paper-cutting. Look at this paper-cut. I feel that the groom is on the left and the bride is on the right.
The second one is paper-cut with flowers. First, fold a piece of colored square paper in half twice. After folding, the final shape is a triangle. Cut the waist and bottom parallel to the triangle, one on the left and one on the right, cut them into connected strips, and then spread them out. As elastic as noodles. Oh, it's beautiful to hang this gorgeous flower at home.
Paper-cutting is really beautiful, it is the crystallization of the wisdom of working people.
In the sixth grade, I am good at composition 9. Eighteen martial arts, everything is good. My specialty is clay figurines.
On weekends, some neighbors come to my house to play. Because I didn't have any toys at home that met their wishes, I performed clay figurines in front of them. I became a clay figurine master because my brother and I liked to run around when we were young, and once we fell into a mud pit, which made me interested in mud. After that, I often sit in the mud pit and play, which makes my parents very worried. In order not to let me run around, my parents bought some mud for me to play at home. Over time, I became a clay figurine master.
It's my turn to perform. I choose different colors of mud first, and then I start kneading. A gradually formed clay figurine was presented to everyone, and I took it out to dry.
After a while, the dry clay figurine was taken in by me, and my friends couldn't help admiring me when they saw this lifelike clay figurine. Let me paint it again so that the lifelike clay figurine seems to be alive. This is really a very successful performance.
This is my specialty.
In the sixth grade, my masterpiece composition 10 Everyone has his own best side. What I am best at is dancing "square dance"
By chance, I passed by Little Square, and a group of aunts were dancing square dance to the rhythm of music. Light footsteps, graceful dancing, exuding youthful vitality, I fell in love with square dance at once. Since then, whenever I have time, I will go to the square and learn to dance square dance with my aunts. Square dance has all kinds of movements. At first, I learned from the simplest "sliding step".
But after studying for a while, I stopped learning, and I was too tired to sleep with backache and leg pain. I'm getting a little impatient. But my mother said to me, "You must have confidence in everything. Stick to it and success may be just around the corner. Otherwise, you will give up halfway, and in the end, you will accomplish nothing. " With the encouragement of my mother, I cheer up, summon up courage and learn from my aunts with an open mind. Aunties corrected my wrong movements, and a few days later I mastered the skill of "sliding". Then I learned ghost dance, rabbit dance, 24 steps, 14 steps.
After a period of exercise, I not only mastered the skills of square dance, but also lost seven or eight pounds. Moreover, in the "June 1st" Festival, my square dance program won the first prize.
My major has benefited me a lot. I learned to dance, exercised and honed my ability to overcome difficulties. It's killing two birds with one stone!
My masterpiece composition in the sixth grade 1 1 Everyone has his own masterpiece. Some people are good at magic, others are good at calligraphy, and my masterpiece is fishing.
Last summer vacation, my father and I went back to our hometown, and my grandmother took us fishing in Daihai. Unexpectedly, my grandmother is also a good fisherman. She taught me a lot of fishing skills, and I worked hard to learn them. My fishing methods are summarized as "throwing, watching and pulling". After mastering these three tricks, the big fish will automatically take the bait.
My family made an appointment to go fishing by the Yellow River next Thursday, and I thought, Haha, I can finally show my face!
Finally, on Thursday, we came to the Yellow River, took out my long-cherished fishing rod, threw the fishing line confidently, silently recited the moves my grandmother gave me, and waited for the big fish to take the bait for one minute, two minutes ... once, two hours ... My family watched the fish float quietly. After a while, the fish floated up and down, and the water splashed on the sea like waves. I pulled it hard, and it was a big cauliflower.
The second fish went well. I threw the fishing line hard and the fish floated up and down quickly. I beamed and pulled hard. Wow! A leather shoe! My family bent over with laughter, and I was extremely embarrassed.
Winning or losing is a common occurrence in military strategists. It seems that I have to practice more!
My sixth grade masterpiece composition 12 My father sometimes asks me some strange questions: "By the way, do you have your masterpiece?" Suddenly, I was shocked, hesitated, and then said, "I haven't decided yet." With a bang, I "escaped" to my room, because I was afraid that my father would criticize me for my poor performance, so I was a little scared. Father suddenly made such a bad behavior: forcing me to learn a good program. I am disappointed with such behavior.
The next day, my father asked me to practice calligraphy at home. Although it is not much to practice 10 pages a day, it is unfortunate for me. Because I don't like my lovely father forcing me, I have been looking for my specialty these days. As time goes by, I haven't found my own specialty, and my handwriting is getting worse and worse. I've been practicing calligraphy for several weeks and I really want to draw.
At first, I thought it was my specialty, because I found that I would spend all my spare time painting lovely characters and beautiful scenery in calligraphy books, so I became interested in painting. Slowly, I think my painting is very beautiful, but my father doesn't think so. Because my father's painting skill is very good, I think I can't compare with him, because he finished a landscape painting in three strokes and five minutes. Although I can't compare with my father, I am sure I can beat him. Come on!
This is my specialty-painting.
I came into contact with chess when I was very young because I was curious about everything at that time. Grandpa saw that I liked playing chess so much that he told me to be older and teach me. I have been attached to chess since I was five years old.
Now, I also have a title of "invincible", and I have the confidence to challenge my father.
Maybe it's the first time I played chess with my father, and I'm still a little nervous, but when I played chess with my father, I kept thinking, where will my father go next? I found the flaw and went to the front with a gun and said, "General, I won"!
In the next world war, I played chess with my grandfather, but the situation was not very good. My gun was eaten, and my grandfather seemed to find a flaw and set the stage for me at once. Because I was defeated by the general, I had to surrender. I gave up. But I have to work hard to succeed.
This is my specialty.
In the sixth grade, my specialty composition 14, speaking of my specialty, belongs to skipping.
Skipping rope, that's my specialty You may not believe it. I can jump more than 200 times a minute. Hee hee, are you afraid?
When I was in the fourth grade of primary school, I found that as long as I jumped rope, I jumped so fast that I couldn't stop. I jump like this: my back foot is off the ground, my wrist is still above, and the rope swings by my bare wrist. The PE teacher also teaches students to jump like this, which is not only effortless, but also fast and easy.
In this way, I became the "king of skipping rope" recognized by my classmates and teachers. I just need to take part in the competition, and every time I come back, I will bring a big news-it is the first place. In a competition, I was skipping rope and the rope suddenly broke. I didn't think about all the third places. Pick up the rope and keep jumping. I only jumped 180 times. After returning to work, I was very sad. I ignored people's questions. I didn't expect the results to come down, or the first. I immediately turned grief into joy and jumped with joy. I'm still the first, oh yeah!
In the fifth grade of primary school, I changed my PE teacher. He asked my classmate which skipping rope was good. Before I realized it, more than 60 fingers of my classmates pointed at me.
Although I didn't practice skipping rope all summer, I jumped very well, still so fast.
One day, my parents were on a business trip and I was alone at home. On this day, I learned to fry tomatoes. I was both excited and sad.
My stomach growls when I watch TV. I think, mom is not at home, and I can't cook. What should I eat? I ran to the refrigerator and found there was nothing left, only tomatoes my mother bought from the vegetable market. I think, just make a plate of delicious tomatoes.
Then I remembered how my mother fried tomatoes. Mother put the tomatoes in the refrigerator in a big bowl, poured some water, and tore the skins of the tomatoes in the bowl in a few minutes. Cut the tomatoes into pieces, then put the pot on the stove, then turn on the fire, then pour the oil into the pot, and then pour the vegetables into the pot and stir-fry them back and forth. After a while, all kinds of spices were put into the pot and fried. Soon, a plate of tomatoes came out of the pot.
Then, I started cooking like my mother. I washed the tomato and cut it into pieces, but the cut was uneven and I accidentally cut my hand. I wanted to give up in my heart, but my stomach started screaming again. I have no choice but to continue. Then, I didn't know what salt was like, so I put a bottle of white objects in it, and finally my tomatoes fried. I couldn't wait to take a bite: "Ah-it tastes terrible!"
This cooking made me understand how hard it is for my mother to eat three meals a day!