Exercises for unit one of the sixth grade volume 1
I am a little tadpole
With a big head, a round body, and a black robe, A thin and long tail. This is me, a little tadpole, a little tadpole longing for freedom.
I used to live in a clear river, and I swam in the river in groups with my friends, and I was extremely happy. Ah, spring is here, and the warm sunshine shines on the river, making the waves sparkling. We are so happy! Swinging our long tails, we came to the beautiful shoal, and the music of life was playing to us. We lay on the shoal, and the soft river water seemed to be like the warm bosom of our mother, nourishing our hearts. We frolic and play in the shallows, how free and joyful it is.
At some point, a group of naughty children came to the river. At this time, I had an ominous premonition that bad luck was about to befall us. The ignorant and selfish children kept throwing plastic bags and cans... Suddenly, a heavy and huge stone was thrown among us, and water splashed everywhere. I don't know how many companions died. God, humans are so cruel. From then on, children often picked up plastic bags or bags to catch us, and our friends were often caught by them. Our hearts are broken.
One day, I was caught by a child and locked in that cold and stuffy glass bottle. There were no delicious algae, no good friends, and no beauty as broad as the river. I could only swim slowly along the edge of the glass bottle. How could I, who was used to living in a small river, adapt to this narrow, dark bottle? I am like a bird imprisoned in a cage, without freedom and hope. Later, I could only lie in the cold bottle every day, recalling the freedom of the past and missing the friendship of my partners. I long for life and fall asleep with tears. How sad it is. I already know that I can no longer have the happiness, joy, and freedom I had before.
I couldn't support it for a few more days. When I was dying, I thought: Human beings, you will regret it and you will be punished accordingly. I am desperate, how I hope the movement of life will play to me again, how I hope to return to that beautiful river. Have fun with your friends. But for me now, this will become a thing of the past, this can only be a beautiful dream.
At this time, I seemed to smell the clear fragrance of grass and saw the green grass. The willow trees on the bank were reflected in the river. The clear river water was like a blue ribbon, floating to the distant horizon. Facing a new round of sunshine, my friends and I live in the paradise of freedom.
Exercises for the second unit of the sixth grade volume 1
Learning to express gratitude
Dear teachers and classmates: Hello everyone!
British writer Thackeray said: Life is a mirror. If you smile at it, it will smile at you; if you cry at it, it will cry at you.
If you think about it carefully, isn’t it like this? Life in this world cannot be smooth sailing. All kinds of failures and helplessness require us to face them bravely and deal with them openly. In the face of setbacks and failures, we blame life blindly and become depressed and sluggish. Or we are grateful for life. We fall and get up again. Faced with all kinds of gifts and tests, love and injustice given by God, we may not be able to change our lives. Facts can be faced with a grateful attitude.
Gratitude is a positive and optimistic attitude towards life from the heart, a philosophy of life, and great wisdom in life. It is not purely a kind of psychological comfort, nor is it an escape from reality, nor is it Ah Q's method of spiritual victory. Gratitude is a way of singing life, which comes from love and hope for life. Being grateful for life actually means being kind to yourself and learning to live.
There is such a story: Once, the home of former US President Roosevelt was robbed and many things were stolen. After a friend heard the news, he quickly wrote a letter to comfort him and advised him not to take it too seriously. Roosevelt wrote a reply to his friend: "Dear friend, thank you for your letter to comfort me. I am very safe now.
Thank God: because first, the thief stole my things without harming my life; second, the thief only stole some of my things, not all; third, the most fortunate thing is that the thief It's him, not me. "For anyone, theft is definitely a misfortune, but Roosevelt found three reasons to be grateful.
In real life, we can often see people who keep complaining. . It seems that there are never happy things in this world for them. The happy things are left behind, but the unhappy things are always on their lips. They have many unhappy things at every moment. It makes you very irritable and makes others very uneasy. In fact, some things are inevitable, some things cannot be changed, and some things are unpredictable. You need to try your best to restore them, and you can only change the things that cannot be changed. Accept it calmly, and the most important thing is to do what you should do now.
Putting a small piece of alum in the water can precipitate all the dregs; cultivate a sense of gratitude in our hearts. Thoughts can settle a lot of impetuosity and uneasiness, and dissolve a lot of dissatisfaction and misfortune. In fact, a person often feels happy because of gratitude. A person who is not grateful will not understand what true happiness and satisfaction are. We should learn to be grateful.
We should be grateful to the richness and splendor of the world we live in; we should be grateful to every ray of sunshine that shines on us, and to be grateful to passers-by. Every smile or look in my eyes, I am grateful that the existence of all these allows me to experience the true beauty; we should also be grateful for the setbacks and tribulations brought by life. We should be grateful for the setbacks and hardships that life brings to temper our will and the tribulations to temper our character. , enable us to understand life more deeply, learn to face the various tests of life bravely, and make our life path more solid and stable. We should be grateful to our parents, relatives and friends who often treat us in life. We don’t take the kindness of those closest to us seriously and think that it is natural for our parents to take care of us and that our friends care and help us. However, this idea is wrong. We should be grateful to our parents for bringing us life and giving us every little thing in life. Thank you to my friends for your sincere friendship and your constant care and encouragement in life. Thank you to life for allowing us to enjoy such warmth.
Teachers and classmates, Let us learn to be grateful together! Live in gratitude, be grateful to the parents who gave us life, be grateful to the teachers who gave us knowledge, be grateful to those who help, care and love us, be grateful to our motherland, be grateful to the world Naturally...if we are always grateful, we will naturally be less picky about others and the environment, and become more appreciative. As a result, our campus will become more civilized, friendly and harmonious, and we will find that we are grateful. The world is so beautiful. If we learn to be grateful, we will experience more joy and happiness.
Exercise for Unit 3 of Volume 1 for Grade 6
Mom’s Love
There are many kinds of love: father's love, grandpa's love, grandpa's love, aunt's love, care and friendship between classmates...but the one that impressed me the most was mother's love.
That was this year. It happened on the eve of May Day. During the first class on Friday morning, I felt a slight pain in my stomach, but I didn't pay much attention. During the activities in the third period, the stomach pain not only did not stop, but also came back with an intensified sweating. After more than half of the class, I finally couldn't bear it any longer and vomited with a "wow" sound. When the teacher saw me, he asked me to call my parents and ask them to pick me up. After class, my grandma came and picked me up. As we neared home, I threw up again. I vomited several times in succession, which made me very uncomfortable.
At noon, my mother came back from get off work and saw me lying on the bed with a pale face. She took my temperature and found that I had a high fever, so she made a packet of medicine and gave me an anti-inflammatory medicine. Take it, cover me with a quilt, and go to work after I fall asleep. At night, she urged me to take the medicine, then helped me tuck the quilt in and let me sleep.
Just like that, after a few days passed, I found that my mother had been very tired these days and her face was very yellow. I asked her what was wrong, but she didn't answer and just laughed it off.
One night, when I got up to go to the bathroom, I was surprised to find that my mother was asleep in the chair next to my bed! I immediately understood why my mother was so tired. It turned out that she had been watching me by the bed for fear that I would have an accident. What a noble maternal love this is! I felt very uncomfortable, as if I had broken a five-flavor bottle. I had all the sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty flavors. At this time, my mother woke up. When she saw me standing there, she hurriedly asked me to go to bed, covered me with a quilt, and said repeatedly: "Be careful of catching a cold!" Then she sat on the chair again... At this time, I I felt very uncomfortable, and two tears fell down.
Mom, I love you!
Exercises for unit 4 of the sixth grade volume 1
Proposal
Young Pioneers Brigade Committee:
Recently, the traffic near the school has been chaotic, which has caused great harm to teachers. and threaten the safety of classmates. I think this is related to some students' lack of traffic safety awareness and failure to comply with traffic regulations. To this end, I suggest holding a traffic safety knowledge competition for young pioneers. The specific method is as follows:
1. First, the class teacher will lead the students to conduct a preliminary competition, and each class will select two to participate in the grade-level semi-finals. Then the best representatives will be selected by the grade, and finally according to the low and middle grades The three groups of senior high school and senior high school competed in the school finals and selected two winners from the whole school.
2. Run a blackboard newspaper. Each class will issue a blackboard with the theme of observing traffic safety.
3. Please ask the traffic police uncle to give us a report and tell the students some traffic knowledge.
I hope that my suggestions will be responded to by all the Young Pioneers and adopted by the brigade committee. I believe that through this activity, all the young pioneers in our school can become models in obeying traffic rules and publicizing traffic laws. Let there be no more traffic accidents around our schools, and may safety always be with us.
Du Rui of the 6th 4th Squadron
November 5, 2010
Exercises for the fifth unit of the first volume of the sixth grade
My little Friends
When I see this title, I will think of my little friend-Wang An. She is neither tall nor short, with big eyes, a thin figure and a flat nose. To tell you the truth, her biggest advantage is that she loves to help people.
Look, on the green grass, a little brother fell, and a pair of warm little hands immediately picked him up and patted the soil for him. On the side of the road with endless traffic, a blind old woman who was about to cross the road was frightened by the noisy noise, and a pair of warm little hands pulled her across the road. Beside the stairs, a little sister fell down the stairs, big beads of sweat streaming down her pale little face. At this time, a pair of fiery little hands held her and ran towards the health room. She is Wang An.
I remember it was one day last year, and the earth was as hot as a steam oven. After school, Wang An and I went home together. On the way, Wang An suddenly pulled me, pointed at a package not far from me, and whispered to me: "Let's go and take a look." I followed her. When we got there, it turned out to be a letter. Maybe the postman accidentally dropped it while delivering the letter. I pulled Wang An who picked up the letter and said, "Go quickly, otherwise you won't be able to finish your homework." But Wang An An looked at the letter, shook his head, and said, "But the main thing is that I would be so anxious if I didn't see the letter." "Okay." I had no choice but to nod in agreement. When we saw the address, we were shocked. Neither of us knew how to get to Shunyi Street. In desperation, we had to ask passers-by, but instead of getting directions, we got a few blank looks. Finally, we had to hand it over to the police uncle.
Once we went out to play, we saw an old woman walking on the road carrying a big bag of rice. The tired old woman was panting and breathing heavily. When Wang An saw this, he quickly ran over to the old lady and said, "Let me help you." The old lady smiled and nodded. So Wang An put the rice bag on his shoulders and I held it behind. In this way, we gave the rice to grandma.
I was playing at Wang An’s house. An aunt came to Wang An and asked her to help look after the child. Wang An agreed. We held the child and coaxed him to play, but after a while, the child kept crying. Wang An went to warm the milk, and I patted the child's belly and coaxed him. Wang An brought the milk, and the child drank it while sleeping.
This is my good friend-Wang An.
Exercises for unit 6 of the first volume of the sixth grade
Little snowflakes
Little snowflakes, fluttering and fluttering
Floating on the top of the mountain
Become a white hat
Float on the ground
Become a white blanket
Float on the branches
Become The white skirt
floated on me
I also became a little snowman.
Exercises for unit 7 of the sixth grade volume 1
Duck fishing
One day in September 2001, a group of naive ducks were strolling leisurely on the streets of Vancouver , the mother duck is walking at the front, followed closely by her children, who are lined up in a row and are walking freely.
The ducks’ little beaks are flat and soft. Huang, with his whole neck raised, walked with a majestic and arrogant attitude. As he walked, his wings kept fluttering, and he lined up neatly behind his mother, as if the mother duck was their guardian. god.
This group of ducks is getting ready to cross the road. They are all very close together and walking towards the other side of the road with vigorous steps. The vehicles coming and going have stopped and people are watching. This group of cute ducks watched them safely reach the other side of the road. After about five minutes, the ducks finally passed the road smoothly, and the vehicles and pedestrians started again.
The ducks continued on their way. They were walking forward, making "quack..." sounds from time to time. At this moment, a duck walking at the end of the team accidentally fell into the ditch with a "plop" and immediately made a cry for help. After the mother heard this, she hurried to the rescue, but it was impossible to rescue the little duck by her own strength. The mother duck was pacing back and forth anxiously. She must be very worried. Looking at the struggling duck in the ditch, she helplessly screamed "quack"...
At this critical moment, a patrolman came The mother duck quickly ran over and kept calling at the patrolman's side. However, the patrolman didn't know what the duck was doing, so he squatted down and touched the duck's head. When he was about to stand up and walk away, the mother duck bit him. He grabbed the patrolman's trouser legs, pulled hard, and pointed desperately at the ditch with his wings. The patrolman came to the edge of the ditch, looked down, and suddenly realized that it was the mother duck's child that fell into the water. The patrolman quickly raised his sleeves and tried to pick up the baby. But the ditch was very deep and he couldn't catch it, so he asked passers-by for help. After a while, a passerby was going fishing and was carrying a fishing net. The patrolman borrowed the fishing net. He thanked the passerby and quickly fished out the duckling with a net bag. When the mother duck saw it, she screamed "quack" and even He kept nodding his head as if thanking the people who helped him. After that, they swaggered away again.
Exercises for unit 8 of the first volume of the sixth grade
My pains and joys in learning calligraphy
I have been learning calligraphy for three years, and now I can write very well (at least Children of the same age and I all think so) of calligraphy. Do you want to know how I practiced it? There is a lot of pain and joy in it.
I remember one day when I was 6 years old, my mother took me to Hairi Painting and Calligraphy School to admire the children’s works. There are calligraphy works in various fonts, as well as many ink paintings and gouache paintings of various shapes. I am extremely envious and want to learn this skill. So my mother took me to sign up.
At that time, the teacher asked me to try to write, but I couldn’t even hold a brush. I picked up the brush like a crayon, and my hands were covered with ink. Now that I think about it, How ridiculous. Teacher Huang slowly corrected my pen-holding posture, and then asked me to try to write a horizontal line with the brush. As a result, the horizontal line I wrote was covered with "goosebumps". However, Teacher Huang said that I have strong receptive ability, and with my mother’s repeated pleas, she still accepted me.
So I came to the classroom, and many younger children were practicing seriously. I also sat down and tried to "trace" the double-hook exercise paper given by Teacher Huang. You must know that I was terrible at painting colors at that time, and the "horizontal" and "vertical" words I wrote were certainly not eye-catching. Teacher Huang saw me "tracing" so seriously, and encouraged me and said, "Ding Tao is making great progress, let's see how good you are with the pen!" I worked even harder after being praised.
But I was very naughty at that time. In my mother's words, "I couldn't sit still for a second." I started to make little moves within five minutes of writing. Teacher Huang quietly walked up to me and said to me: "Ding Tao, do you want to write as well as this kid? Hurry up and practice!" Seeing everyone immersed in practicing, I picked up the pen again embarrassedly. Less than five minutes later, I poked my head to look at the children at the next table; for a while, I deliberately used a brush to scribble on my clothes, pants, table and chairs; for a while, I knocked over the plate filled with ink... which made the teacher No peace. Teacher Huang had to stand by my side again and again, drawing my attention back to my calligraphy practice again and again. Teacher Huang criticized me this time and praised me next time, which not only made me understand that I did not do well, but also prevented me from losing confidence. In this way, with Teacher Huang's constant reminders and guidance, I slowly mastered calligraphy. I have learned some tips, and the time I spend practicing attentively in each class is getting longer and longer.
When I was in the first grade, Teacher Liu knew that I was learning calligraphy, so he specially asked me to participate in the school's calligraphy class, and I was very happy. However, I am still very careless and naughty. Although I have high understanding and rapid progress, I am always dirty every time I go home after writing calligraphy. So my mother prepared a pair of sleeves for me and asked me to wear them in calligraphy classes, but I didn’t like wearing sleeves. Once, when I was playing with my classmate at the next table, he accidentally spilled the ink on my desk. Because I usually write very dirty and I am afraid of being scolded by the teacher, so I quickly wiped the ink clean with the sleeves of my clothes, and then put on the sleeves my mother prepared for me. In this way, I easily passed the school teacher test. But when I got home, my mother tried her best to clean the ink stains on my school uniform, so she had to buy a new set of uniforms for me. That time I was scolded severely by my mother, and I felt aggrieved. I didn't use clothes to wipe it, so I was scolded by the teacher, and if I did, I was scolded by my mother. So I stopped going to the interest class because of my anger. Now that I think about it, I really regret it. If only Teacher Xu could forgive me and accept me as a disciple again.
Soon, I passed the word "zheng" and "yong". One day, Teacher Huang discussed with my mother and me, hoping that if I could practice hard and persist for two years (including two holidays from Monday to Friday), I would get good results. I was a little hesitant because I was sitting there for half a day or a whole day. I was so tired! Then I thought about how all the free time during the winter and summer vacations had been wasted, and I wanted to give up. My mother told me that calligraphy is the essence of ancient Chinese culture. It can cultivate the mind and character and will be very helpful for my future. Teacher Huang also dreamed about the joy of future success with me. I finally made up my mind and chose to learn it.
This is my first summer vacation studying calligraphy at Teacher Huang’s house. I come to Teacher Huang’s house at 7:30 every morning (Monday to Friday) and write all day long (except for lunch break and lunch). My mother picks me up after get off work. It all sounds a bit incredible. But somehow, I didn’t feel very bitter at the time. Maybe it was because there was a good atmosphere, or maybe I was thinking that my work would be released soon. A summer vacation has passed. Not only did I not miss my homework (I did it on Saturdays, Sundays and evenings), my calligraphy has also improved by leaps and bounds. Although I also envy my classmates who learned to swim, visited the scenic spots in the motherland, and surfed the Internet or played games to their heart's content during the summer vacation, I think it was still worth it, and I gradually fell in love with calligraphy.
After I completed the two works, I always felt that they were almost done. I began to feel that practicing calligraphy was a bit boring, I lost interest, and I always got distracted during practice. Fortunately, Teacher Huang discovered it in time and gave me a new font - Zhang Qianbei. I suddenly felt that it was very fresh and challenging, and this font also suited me, with thick and elegant strokes. The more I wrote, the more devoted I became. Seeing how hard I worked, Teacher Huang started one-on-one teaching. I also cherish this opportunity. It is true that "hard work pays off". With Teacher Huang's careful education and my own efforts, I won the second prize in the "Mocai Cup National Children's Painting and Calligraphy Competition".
This is the story of how I learned calligraphy. It made me understand that only by hard work can I gain something. I will definitely continue to practice.