In our daily study, work and life, when it comes to writing, we are all familiar with it. Writing is a narrative method to express a theme through words. I believe many people will find it difficult to write a composition. The following is the bitter composition of the sixth grade that I have compiled for you. You are welcome to learn and refer to it. I hope it will help you. Bitter composition of grade six 1
She has long hair and a thin waist, and writes good handwriting. There are two long beards on the side of the head, with a little dark skin and eyes like two pools of water, as calm as a mirror. She won't move until you come.
There is still one question in the mid-term exam tomorrow. What should I do? Teacher? No, I have a meeting. It seems that I can only ask Xueba.
Ask Liner first. Liner seems to have something to do. She speaks quickly and is a little abstruse. For me, I can only swallow knowledge into my stomach without knowing its taste. But Liner has entered the review, so it is not good to disturb him, so she can only ask another one.
this one spoke faster and more abstruse, and I was so quick to understand that I suddenly fainted. I don't know how to solve it, so I can only ask Ge Xueba, who is called "Grandma Ge" in Jianghu.
"Granny Ge, how to do this problem?" I said softly, for fear that she wouldn't agree. Because she is working out a problem.
"huh?" Grandma Ge looked up at me. "Let me see." Wow! She promised so quickly, but the first two agreed slowly. I handed the question to her, and she spoke slowly, constantly giving examples, and simply moved the chair and sat next to me.
A drop of sweat ran down her temples, and she kept talking, regardless. There are layers of thin, dense sweat on the tip of the nose. I know that kind of sweat, which is itchy and uncomfortable. However, Grandma Ge just wiped it at random, not very clean, and a little remained on the tip of her nose. This will make people feel uncomfortable, not only in their feelings, but also in their hearts. Besides, Grandma Ge is famous for her "obsessive-compulsive disorder". For my primary school scum, she is like a candy, and I am a bitter cup of coffee. At the most bitter time, she released sweetness and warmth in my heart. Sixth grade bitter composition 2
Friendship is like a bridge between me and Ni Minghan; Friendship is like a lock, locking me and her firmly together; Friendship is like a red apple. She takes a bite and I take a bite.
scene 1: sour
class is over. I am the art leader and have the obligation to collect my homework, so I hastily put away my notebook. "Oh, please, let me draw for a while," Chen Yinhong pleaded. "No, who told you to be so slow? I have to kick shuttlecock with Ni Minghan." I replied, 1 book, 2 books, 3 books-6 books were collected. I quickly folded the books and gave them to Wang Weixiao. I rushed out to find Ni Minghan. I saw that she was kicking shuttlecock on the playground, 123, and there was still one person missing. I ran over, but I didn't expect Wang Weixiao to run from behind. "Come on!" Ni Minghan said, I feel very depressed at this time.
shot 2: sweet
"Zheng Shuyi!" Ni Minghan shouted, "Let's play together!" I agreed excitedly, and we ran to the playground hand in hand. Fly around like a bird for a while; After a while, I played the three-character classic; When I was tired, I sat on the playground and chatted. We talked about East and West, not to mention how happy we were.
Scene 3: Bitterness
After eating a good meal, I came to the classroom and saw Ni Mingman and others trying to tie people up, so I went to play, but after a while, Ni Minghan came: "Zheng Shuyi, help us throw the rope!" "But I'm playing with tying people up now!" "Ni Mingman, Zheng Shuyi is going to help me throw the rope!" "Oh, oh, give Zheng Shuyi to you!" Ni Mingman walked away angrily. There are 1 people in my heart who don't want to. It's so boring to throw ropes. It's better to tie people for fun, but for friendship, there's nothing I can do.
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Friendship is precious, and it has cast a golden light on my growing road. Bitter composition of grade six 3
Since I was four years old, I have been learning brush calligraphy with my grandfather. The taste of learning calligraphy is still unforgettable, and it is a word-bitterness.
I remember a Sunday when I was seven years old. It was sunny and sunny, which was a rare good weather. After lunch, I concentrated on practicing my words. After practicing for a while, my good friends Cheng Rong, Panying and Lingling came together. Cheng Rong said: "Xiufeng, the weather is so good today, let's go out and play together!" " Lingling also said, "Yes! It is rare to have such good weather, practice what words and relax. " After hearing what they said, I was a little shaken, but the task of calligraphy has not been completed. Panying felt aggrieved for me: "Why are your parents so tight? There is always some room for freedom?" Cheng Rong saw me in a dilemma and said, "Forget it, let's play." They walked out of my house.
Looking at their far-away backs and the unfinished paper, I comforted myself: "Nothing, be bitter now, it will be better later ..." So I picked up a writing brush and practiced again.
In this way, no matter whether it is cold or hot, I kept on practicing hard and finally tasted the sweetness, that is, the joy of practicing Chinese characters.
Everything comes to him who waits, and my efforts have finally paid off. This year, the school launched calligraphy and painting activities, and I am a famous little calligrapher at school. Of course, these achievements can only explain the past, and I will practice harder in the future to achieve better results.
from practicing calligraphy, I have realized a truth: whatever I do, as long as I persist, work hard and are not afraid of difficulties, I will certainly succeed. The bitter composition of the sixth grade 4
Time flies, time passes in the ticking bell, and the wind chimes of the years echo in the campus. In the blink of an eye, primary school life is coming to an end. Every time I think about it, my heart is like a rough sea, which can't be calm for a long time. All kinds of flavors come to mind.
acid is a reluctance to leave. I am reluctant to part with my teacher and classmates. Before, the room was still thinking about our reading sound, and the next second, the room was empty. Hard-working figures and strange smiling faces will all leave us, and the sour taste will not disappear in my heart for a long time.
The sweetness and bitterness on campus are really twins. During the final review, stacks of papers pressed on me, making me breathless. Pressure is like a spring. It taught me to be tough. According to the study plan, start the cruel tactics of asking questions at the end of the term and get through it step by step. Bitter before sweet, unremitting efforts made me get good grades in the exam. Seeing mom and dad's gratified eyes, I really cheered for myself.
My nickname "Pepper" is the most arrogant and overbearing, so I can have the most wonderful memories. The little girl in our class was pushed and shoved by the girl in Class 3 when she was receiving water from the water room. The reason turned out to be that the students in our class accidentally got a little water on her, so they went to war. I was angry when I learned about it, so I went to talk to her. She's not a vegetarian, either. She's acting like you don't care about me. I'm not getting a hollow reputation! Either apologize, or let the little girls in my class push her to try, or go to the teacher's office to report and give her a "big red star" in primary school comments. She was shocked by my imposing manner and apologized obediently. Therefore, my hot pepper is more famous!
it goes without saying that we have been together for six years. We are about to wave goodbye and go our separate ways, but I can't bear to part with my teachers and classmates. I hope all my classmates will make further progress in the future. Wish the teacher good health, peaches and plums all over the world! The bitter composition of the sixth grade 5
I am in the sixth grade now, and the life in the sixth grade can be said to have all kinds of flavors. If you don't believe me, listen to me slowly:
The "sweetness" of sixth grade life: now that I am in sixth grade, I have accumulated knowledge of Chinese from grade one to grade five, which is easy to learn, easy to understand the text and get a good grade in the exam; Mathematics, like Chinese, has accumulated knowledge from grade one to grade five, which has improved my math scores a lot compared with grade five. English is not the same as Chinese and math. Although I have to lay a foundation when I start learning English to get good grades, I am very happy. Because our English teacher's way of teaching is very interesting, we have increased our interest in learning and achieved good results.
The "bitterness" of sixth-grade life: After entering the sixth grade, there is much more homework than before, which makes our study burden so heavy! When I got home, I finished the homework assigned by my teacher and my parents. It was so bitter! However, I still tasted a little bit of sweetness from the bitterness, because these "bitterness" contain the care of teachers and parents.
The "spice" of sixth grade life: I don't know why, but now the PE teacher is very strict with us. Usually, it is good to run for 4 laps or 5 laps; Now, we have to run 7 or 8 laps, and we have to jump 2 times after running, which makes us very tired! When running, the hot sun baked us mercilessly, and our faces were burning.
Life in the sixth grade is like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, which smells like everything!
this is the "sweetness", "bitterness" and "spice" of life in grade six! Sixth-grade bitter composition 6
In fifth grade, we had a week of hard training, and wrote a composition about bitterness and joy in military training. We urgently felt the pain and joy in military training! When I first got there, I got off with 12% passion. However, when I packed my luggage and put it away, the instructor asked us to have lunch. The lunch here is a far cry from the food at home. I'll wash the dishes after dinner. After a day's training, I just feel dizzy and have golden eyes. I fell asleep. By the next day, all the people in our dormitory were ready for today's hard training. The instructor made us stand in a line. But we never like to arrive at a stop for two hours! One of my classmates can't stand any longer.
Just say to the instructor, "Take a break, instructor!" The instructor said, "OK, you can stop standing." The man was ecstatic, but she never thought it would be calm before the storm came. "Then you can do 5 squats," said the instructor. "Let's go!" We dumb people eat Huang Lian-we can't say how bitter it is! But as soon as the breakfast bell rang, the students looked like a hungry wolf and a tiger! What a gobble! Our instructor said to us again, "You move the stools to the square." We really don't know what medicine the instructor is selling in the gourd! The instructor taught us to sing a military song as soon as he arrived.
In the evening, after dinner, we went to see a patriotic movie. The film tells the story of a team of slingshot heroes who fought bravely against the Japanese devils and won a great victory. On the third day, the instructor asked us to climb the bamboo pole. We female students all around the bamboo pole are more and more eager to try, but once we look up at the towering bamboo pole, it is like the autumn frost hitting the child-why, we stare at each other and no one dares to climb up. On the fourth day, it was also the happiest day of our military training: eating jiaozi, the head of the room gave the order, and everyone divided their work and cooperated: some carried water, some went to jiaozi, and some washed dishes. It was really a thriving scene. On the fifth day, I left where I had lived for five days. Although military training is bitter, I enjoy it. Bitter Composition 7
The sweetest word that a person's lips can utter is mother, and the best call is "mother"!
Poor inherit the wind. The story takes place in Austria. Rosalyn is a 13-year-old girl with a lonely personality and shyness. Her father died when she was very young. Mother Sophia raised Rosalyn on a meager salary. Because of her poor family, she was often laughed at by others, which cast a heavy shadow on her young mind. Over time, she resented her mother. So, in order to ease the relationship between mother and daughter, her mother took her daughter to ski mountain, but unfortunately arrival, they were trapped in the snowy mountain. When her daughter woke up, she found that her mother had died. The staff told her that her mother died to save her. It turned out that the mother cut off the aorta and then crawled in the blood for more than ten meters, in order to let rescuers find their position.
what a great mother this is! Maybe we were born in an ordinary family, maybe our family background is worse than others, maybe we suffered some hardships in the process of growing up, but please believe that parents' love for us is the purest love in the world!
Yes, every mother in this world can give everything for her children. My mother is plain-looking, but I know in my heart that my mother loves me very much and I love her very much. This Mother's Day, my mother still worked overtime as usual. When I came back, it was very late. I fetched water to wash my mother's feet. For the first time, I found that my mother's feet had many cracks. After washing, a stream of heat flooded my eyes. I hurriedly lowered my head, told my mother to get something and ran to the yard to sob.
How similar mothers all over the world are! They all love their children! The moon appeared on my face, and its hazy moonlight shone on my face as if to comfort me, which made my mood better. But when I heard my father say this sentence, my mood fell a little, and I shed tears from time to time. "We are all going on business trips, so we can only be wronged by our son."
My parents didn't take me there for two reasons. First, when I got there, my parents didn't have time to take care of me, and they didn't have time to cook breakfast, Chinese food or even dinner for me. Second, relatives are also very busy, and parents don't want to disturb them. So I can only be left to my sister to take care of me, because my sister is in college, so she has time to take care of me.
I don't want my parents to go, because my birthday is the day after tomorrow. I don't want them to go because I want my parents to come. Because they do this every time, although they will promise every time, when it comes to my birthday, they call me and say that they are too busy to be available. Every time I get a phone call from my parents that I'm too busy, my heart will be scratched with a knife, and tears will flow like a river. It doesn't matter if it's the first or second time, but it's the seventh time, and they want to scratch my heart a few more times!
I ran back to my room in tears, jumped into bed, covered my ears with a pillow, and cried out in grief. Then I continued to cry, crying and saying sadly, "Have you thought about my feelings?" I cried and fell asleep until I fell asleep, thinking: if this is a dream, I would rather suffer grief in my dream than in reality.
mom and dad, please hug me over the lies. When it comes to homework, I will be full of complaints. Even though it is every student's inseparable good partner, it keeps me tied up like an invisible hoop spell, so there is a "bittersweet" homework.
Sour-
On Friday, I knew that my homework was piled up like a hill. If I touched it, it would make me see stars. But I'm interested in this one