I remember that day, I borrowed a book from my friend. My friend said, "I want to return it to her tomorrow morning." I thought, God, how can you finish reading a book in one day? After school, I finished my homework early, took this book and read it with relish. In order to change books for my friends on time, I ate and watched them, and even threw away my favorite TV series. In the evening, I took a book to my room and read it. After a while, my neck was a little sore, so I changed my movements to enjoy the book. At this point, I only read half of the book. So at night, I closed the door, took a flashlight and hid under the covers to read. Suddenly, I heard my father's footsteps coming in. He must have come to see if I was asleep. I thought, oh,no. What if he sees me awake? A small light bulb suddenly appeared on my head, so I turned off the flashlight, turned my head to one side, closed my eyes and my heart was pounding. After a while, my father finally left with confidence. I breathed a sigh of relief, took out my book again and continued reading. After half an hour, I finally waited until my father went to bed. I took out the book and read it with confidence.
I remember Gorky once said: "Books are the ladder of human progress." This sentence is deeply imprinted on my mind.
The 500-word photos of the perfect composition "Love of Classmates" in the sixth grade of primary school will turn yellow because of the passage of time, letters will be lost because of the footsteps of years, and only the memories treasured in the heart will be like wine, and the longer they are, the more mellow they will be. Every memory is a precious treasure worth cherishing in my heart, and I will take this treasure with me and walk through the long road of life.
When we entered the school, we changed from a warm little family to an equally loving big family. People in this big family are classmates and friends in the same boat through thick and thin. On the way to school, everyone helps each other and learns from each other. At this moment, my six-year primary school life has also entered the countdown. Looking at the eight characters on the blackboard in the class, "Thank you for your unforgettable alma mater", the words "unforgettable classmates" suddenly flashed through my mind.
Speaking of classmates, I remember one thing vividly. It was a lecture on physical education class. At the end of class, the teacher let us move freely. Everyone dispersed in a hubbub and went to play separately, leaving me alone on the playground. I don't know if I provoked the stone or if it deliberately opposed me and crossed the road in front of me. At that time, I was absent-minded, stepped on it, twisted my foot and fell a veritable "dog gnawing mud." Oh, my god, the scattered crowd gathered at once, oh, my god! God will kill me! I closed my eyes and waited for ridicule, but the expection didn't come. I just feel that my hands are warm and my classmates help me up. Everyone told me with one voice that I should be careful in the future, pay attention to the ground and don't fall down again. A few enthusiastic female students also helped me carefully clean the wound with water. I don't know where I borrowed a band-aid, so I put it on carefully. My classmates are so concerned about me that my eyes are red. They felt pain and asked me if it hurt. I shook my head and fought back tears that were about to burst out.
Although it has been a long time, my classmates' concern for me has been fixed in my mind, and I will spend this unforgettable primary school life with this heavy love. In a blink of an eye, six years have passed quickly, and there are still a few months to leave my alma mater, teachers, the warm group of Class Three, and my classmates who have been with me for six years. Thinking about this, my eyes can't help but get wet.
Full mark of composition in grade six of primary school 1. Gold medal masterpiece
Mother's wish
"Only a mother is good in the world ..." Whenever I sing this song with tears in my eyes, I will think of my dear mother and her wishes.
My mother left me for two years, when I was ten years old. Every night, I will think of her, and her thin figure and kind face will appear in my mind. Although she has little reading and little education, she wants me to be a literate and promising person, so she is strict with me in my study.
In the second grade of primary school, it was snowing heavily one morning. I didn't want to go to school, so I sprinkled my jiao on my mother: "I can't go to school in such heavy snow!" " "Her face changed and she said," No! You must go! Go, I'll take you there! "I think it's terrible, which makes her very angry, but it's too cold ... my mother seems to have guessed my mind and said," I don't want to go to school in this snow? You, why are you so disappointing? What can you do? " I could see that she was very sad, so I said, "Look at your hurry, how can I not go!" " "My mother dragged me out with a smile. Ah! It was snowing heavily, and I was shivering with cold. We hit the road with difficulty. I walked with great strength at first, then I walked harder and harder, and then I was exhausted. Mom saw it and said, "Come on, I'll carry you." I left without saying anything. I lay on my mother's back, feeling very warm and comfortable. After a long walk, my mother began to breathe heavily and her head was steaming. I really want to ask her to stop and go by herself. I really can't bear to let my mother suffer for me anymore. Suddenly, my mother leaned down, fell on the snow and rolled all over. She got up slowly, hurriedly picked me up and asked, "Does it hurt?" Then you must take me away. I resolutely refused and said loudly to my mother, "I'll go by myself!" " "Mother looked at me, tears welled up in her eyes.
One night when I was studying in my hometown, I received a phone call from home saying that my mother was critically ill. At that time, I wanted to give birth to a pair of wings and fly to my mother. Accompanied by my relatives, I walked dozens of miles in the dark and didn't get home until midnight. I rushed to the bed and shouted, "Mom!" Tears brushed down. How much effort she has devoted to me! Now he is seriously ill, his eyes are scattered and pale, and his heart ached.
When my mother saw me, she said with great difficulty, "Learning is very important. What are you doing back here? I, it's okay, you go back, go back! " How can I leave her now? But for fear that she would be sad, she choked back tears and nodded slowly.
Late the next night, my mother suddenly called me to her side, took my hand and said, "Remember, Meier, study hard and be a promising person!" " "I held back my tears and nodded. She took my hand and suddenly let go, and her eyes closed peacefully. I cried out in pain, "Mom! Mom! "I think my crying can be heard all over the world, but my mother can't answer me anymore. She's gone forever, and I can't get her meticulous care anymore. ...
Mom, my dear good mother, my daughter, remember your words, study hard and be a promising person, and you will get what you want!
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Parents' love, like an evergreen tree, is an indelible landscape in my heart.
Five years ago, my parents set foot on the southbound train to work in Guangdong, leaving me at home to take care of my grandmother. At that time, I thought they didn't love me and didn't want me. I blame them and hate them. How many times did my grandmother ask me to answer the phone? I ran away and ignored it. Two years later, during the Spring Festival, my parents finally came back. As soon as my mother came into the room and saw me, she held me in her arms and cried, so excited and sour. I began to cry, too-because I felt wronged, I lived without my parents' care for two whole years! But have I ever wondered who my parents are? Have you ever experienced the affection of the calf?
On the sixth day of the first month, people were still immersed in the celebration of the Spring Festival, but my parents told me that they would go to Guangdong to work and leave that day. I begged my mother to say, "Mom, I don't want to give pocket money every day. Why don't you go out to work? " My mother said to me earnestly, "Our family has no money. Think about it. It costs a lot of money to buy a house. You will spend a lot of money in high school and college in the future. How can you not go out to earn money? " Looking at my mother's face, I found that she was much darker, much thinner and seemed to be much older. I don't know how to discourage it, but I have a hundred regrets in my heart. In the evening, my mother let go of my hand and followed my father on the train with tears in her eyes. When the train started, my mother leaned out of the window, crying, waving and talking. Ruthless wheels sent my parents away, leaving me a long wait.
After mom and dad left, I couldn't eat for several days, and I couldn't calm down when I did my homework. Seeing this, grandma enlightened me and said, "Shang Feng, you are a sensible child. You should know that mom and dad work very hard, working for more than ten hours a day, and sometimes working overtime all night can't sleep. You should eat well, study hard and win glory for them. " After listening to grandma's words, I realized that it was not easy for my parents to work outside the home, but I didn't understand them. I was wrong! I shed tears with regret. One night, the telephone rang. I picked up the receiver and heard my mother's voice: "Shang Feng, are you not sick?" ? ..... How is your study? ..... listen to grandma's words ... "Every Saturday, I can always hear greetings and exhortations from my parents thousands of miles away on the phone.
I feel from the bottom of my heart that parents' love for their children is meticulous, selfless and great. According to grandma, my mother gave birth to me during childbirth. My mother suffered in her hospital bed for three days and nights. At the last critical moment, the doctor asked whether to protect children or adults. Mother said without hesitation: "protect the children and leave a root for the Zhao family!" " "Dad signed the letter of guarantee with tears in his eyes. Fortunately, I was born, and twelve hours later my mother passed through the gate of hell. Hearing this, my throat hardened, and there are thousands of words that are difficult to express. I can only thank my mother and father for giving birth to me. " But how much love has an inch of grass, and I have three chunhui. " How can we repay the kindness of our parents?
I often tell myself to be self-disciplined and self-reliant, and not to let my parents worry and worry about my study and life. I study hard and get excellent grades. Nevertheless, grandma always nags me, and I never contradict her, because I know grandma is good for me. Grandma loves me, and I love grandma. Once, my grandmother suffered from high blood pressure and fainted. I'm so scared that I don't know what to do. I immediately calmed down and thought that I was a little man at home and my parents were not at home. I should take care of my grandmother for them. So, I invited my neighbors and sent my grandmother to the hospital. Go to school during the day and sit by the bed at night to take care of grandma. Five days later, grandma was discharged from the hospital. She was so happy that everyone praised me. Her wrinkled face often laughs like a blooming peony flower. Later, when my mother knew this, she praised me for growing up and said that I would be grateful. My heart is sweeter than eating honey.
A father loves a mountain, and a mother's love is as deep as the sea. Let us always remember the kindness of our parents, learn to be grateful, learn to be grateful, and let our parents smile more and be less sad; Let parents live happier and happier.
I like eating fruit radish very much, because I am afraid that vendors will cheat children, and I always buy my mother. I want to eat this radish again today. My mother said, "I have something to do now. I'll give you 5 yuan money. Buy it yourself! "
People often say: "Some vendors are less than two pounds, cheating people and cheating money, especially like to cheat children!" My mother also repeatedly told me to be careful not to be cheated. While thinking about my mother's words, I wandered around and finally saw a radish on a tricycle. The skin of this radish is green and the meat is bright red, so people call it "fruit radish", which is beautiful and delicious. I like it best.
The radish seller is a 20-year-old uncle. He is tall, wearing a blue suit, with a dark face and two bright eyes. Seeing me staring at his radish, I said, "Little friend, do you want to buy radish?" Look how good this radish is! " "How much is a catty?" "A dollar!" I picked two big ones and put them on the scale. He gently lifted the scale with his hand, looked at the stars and said, "Two dollars and forty cents." I thought to myself: I have to take a closer look, don't let him fool me! I asked him to lower the balance beam a little, but at first glance, didn't he? The rope tied to the weight reached one and a half kilograms! He didn't lie to me. I gave him 2.40 yuan and took the big radish.
I am happily preparing to go home. Suddenly someone shouted, "wait a minute, little friend!" " "I turned my head and saw that it was that uncle!" Little friend, it seems that you dropped two yuan in your pocket when you just paid! "I touched it in my pocket and sure enough. I quickly thanked my uncle and thought: This uncle doesn't like to cheat children as people often say, and he has a kind heart!
I came home happily, and my mother asked me, "Did you buy radish?" I smiled mysteriously and said, "I not only bought it, but also named it' the beauty in my heart'!" Mother asked, "Why?" I told my mother what happened, and my mother smiled and said, "So that's it! I also have such a kind vegetable seller! "
The photos of the perfect composition in the sixth grade of primary school will turn yellow with the passage of time, and the letters will be lost because of the footsteps of the years. Only the memories treasured in my heart will be like wine, and the longer it lasts, the more mellow it will be. Every memory is a precious treasure worth cherishing in my heart, and I will take this treasure with me and walk through the long road of life. When we entered the school, we came from a warm little family and everyone was full of care.
The sixth grade full mark composition "Companion Love" Companion Love
In retrospect, I have all kinds of joys and sorrows at all stages of my study career, ups and downs; There are feelings of teachers and students like parents and children, as well as feelings of classmates like brothers and sisters.
The feelings of naughty children
When I was in kindergarten, my brain was still in infancy. There is no such word as classmate in Farewell to the Sea in my mind. Only those who fight. This kind of thinking has also created our unrestrained slapstick, so it is inevitable that there will be discord between partners. When we are angry, we just say, "I will never play with you again." Here we are.
When I was angry, I just said, "I won't play with you." It's ridiculous to think about it now.
Silent little affection
Gradually, we have begun to enter the primary education in the nine-year compulsory education. I also met a group of new friends.
In the accumulation of knowledge, I have a classmate's original concept in my mind-studying under the same roof. When my classmate is in trouble, the rest of the classmates will help him. At that time, my classmates were nothing more than that in my eyes.
At this time, I am learning how to pull a "little love", but whenever I ring, I can't help but take my ears off, as if I don't want to hear anything:
When we graduate, we plan to have the last lunch. But the teachers were busy with their own affairs and left first, leaving only eight words: "study hard and make progress every day." Some students followed the teacher's footsteps and disappeared into a wide field of vision one by one. There are only a few students left, and everyone just eats their own snacks. This graduation meeting was spent in a speechless environment.
In the future, teachers and students in rural areas will just smile.
Melodious love
Time passed day by day; I'm getting older every year. "Playing the violin" has also made great progress, and my voice is wonderful. Soon, I entered a vibrant flower season. The word "classmate" has basically taken shape: comfort after failure; Help in times of pain; Sympathy after the disaster; Sorrow after parting ... these are wonderful movements played by "great feelings" The experience of growing up is creating a group of "exquisite tadpoles", who are leaving their footprints on the music of the flower season, writing down melodious and hearty, gorgeous but simple songs, waiting for the "cello" to play on the score.
I am proud of my friend.
I'm used to having your comfort when I'm sad, your encouragement when I'm depressed, idolizing you, laughing with me, crying with me, being crazy with me, Yu Zi (pen name), you know, I've always been proud of you.
Remember the scene when we first met? You smile at me, your beautiful eyes shine with charming light, and I smile at you. From then on, we became good friends. Since then, you have cared about me, encouraged me, tolerated me and taught me a lot.
That time, there was a little too much homework and I didn't finish it. I want to borrow your copy. Never angry. You are angry with me. You said, "How could you do that? Do you want to cheat the teacher and yourself? Do you know what the consequences will be? I am so disappointed in you. " That time, I was criticized by the teacher for not finishing my homework. I was so angry that I ignored you for a long time. Later, you apologized to me. However, Yu Zi, I am the one who really should apologize!
Remember that time? I quarreled with my parents, and I ran out of the house crying. It was raining hard, so I ran hard and let the rain hit my face. Look, you take me home and put on your clothes for me.
"Cry if you want, don't hold back." Watching me hold back my tears, you said to me while wiping the tears and rain on my face. I hugged you and cried.
"Why don't you ask me what happened?" I sobbed.
"What you want to say will naturally be said."
"I quarreled with my mother ..." I choked up. You didn't say anything, so you got up and poured me a cup of hot tea: "Warm up, don't catch a cold."
"Thank you, that's very kind of you. My mother is not as good as you. "
"Really? Just a bowl of hot tea is like this, but you know that your mother has paid so much for you, don't you feel anything? "
"Remember that feature film that the teacher told us in Chinese class?" You smiled at me.
"You mean that girl, who ran away from home, was grateful to meet an old man who helped her, and was later moved by the old man's words!"
"Well, remember. I remember that time you talked about your feelings and moved us all, but now everything falls on you. Why are you so irrational? "
I was silent. After a while, I rushed home in the rain and burst into tears at my parents.
Thank you, Yu Zi! You gave me help, comfort and encouragement. Now that I am graduating, I really can't bear to leave you. Perhaps, time will dilute many things, but no matter what, it can't dilute our friendship or my memory of you. Yu Zi, I will always be proud of you.
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The perfect composition of the sixth grade of primary school can be of any type, and there are many "perfect compositions" in Search College.
Primary school students' fifth grade composition: () makes me happier. Although the New Year's Eve dinner is not as rich as home, they have tried their best. Workers' uncles from different regions sat around talking and laughing without any resentment. Sometimes they will see messages of blessing from their families, and sometimes they will hear their telephone greetings to their families. It seems that they are used to this kind of life.
After the Chinese New Year's Eve, I came to visit his father's brother, came outside the door and set off firecrackers happily. I saw my brother playing "Spaceman". As soon as he lit the fuse, the astronaut flew high! Not to be outdone, I immediately took out the bomber, the big butterfly and the little bee. First, I lit the bomber. The bomber flew quite high, too, but it suddenly exploded as soon as it flew into the air. "ah!" I cried, "Plane crash!" My brother looked at me with a strange smile, as if to say, "Hey, hey, it's still a bomber. In my opinion, it is like a self-destructive machine. " I was angry and lit the "little bee", but the "little bee" didn't fly, but flew forward. My second monk was puzzled and secretly scolded, "Damn it." I couldn't help looking at my brother, who was still smiling at me, as if to say, "Give up, you can't compete with my' astronaut'." Although the environment in this place is very poor, I still feel very happy. Because I am the first passenger on the Huai Yu railway line. I am very proud of this.
On the seventh day, my father led my mother and me to Qili Bridge in Zhijiang, Hunan, and visited the Victory Surrender Memorial Hall in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, People's Republic of China (PRC), where China surrendered in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression. This surrender field consists of surrender field, surrender memorial hall and anti-Japanese war victory memorial hall. After reading these, I am very educated and know that our life is hard-won, so we should cherish the good times now.
In a blink of an eye, this winter vacation will be over. Looking back on my winter vacation life, I think it was really an unusual holiday!
The winter vacation is coming, and the composition is 400 words.