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The beginning and end of an essay for sixth grade around the central meaning Part 1
Chinese characters are vast and profound, and each character has its own unique meaning. Among these many Chinese characters, there is only one character that impressed me particularly deeply, and that is - sorrow.
Worry, worry, worry, worry turns my head white. "Ask me how much sorrow you have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward." At that time, I couldn't say the word "sorrow"!
I remember one time, I forgot to bring a letter to my parents. The teacher said it must be turned in today, which is really worrying.
I secretly pondered: Let the parents send it over. I can’t contact you, so it can’t be implemented; ask the teacher for another one. It’s difficult to fake the parent’s signature... Thinking about this, what should I do?
The classroom is noisy, which makes people feel particularly impetuous; at first glance, the corridor is empty, and it becomes more and more confusing. I walked around like a headless fly, raised my head irritably and glanced out the window, which reflected my anxious and impatient expression. This doesn't work, that doesn't work either. How can I hand in a letter to sue my parents? My head is as big as two.
Wait a minute, isn’t the distance from school to home very short? Can’t I just go home after school, pick up the parents’ letter, and then give it to the teacher? I had an idea and told the teacher my plan. After a long time, the teacher nodded helplessly and said, "Don't forget to bring it again." I nodded sheepishly.
Worry is created by ourselves. If we can do everything well and be perfect, where will the sorrow come from? If we don’t want to worry, we must do everything. Don't leave any regrets, otherwise you will be filled with sorrow and resentment, and be physically and mentally exhausted.
Calm down and think about the past. I couldn't help but smile, and I often felt "worried about writing new words". In fact, this is just a trivial matter as trivial as sesame seeds and mung beans, so why worry about it? In the long life, let us overcome the "sorrow"! Write the beginning and end of the essay around the central meaning, Chapter 2 for Grade 6
The culture of Chinese characters is extensive, profound and has a long history. Letness is the traditional virtue of our Chinese nation. It is everywhere and affects our lives everywhere.
There are many stories about courtesy in ancient my country. I believe everyone has heard the story of Kong Rong Rangli. It is said that one day Kong Rong's family was eating pears. Kong Rong gave the big pear to his father, mother and brother, and kept the smallest one for himself. When the father saw this, he accused his elder brother of being polite to his younger brother. But Kong Rong said: "I am the youngest in the family and have the smallest responsibility. My brother works much harder than me, how can I be embarrassed to compete with him for pears?" After hearing this, his father praised Kong Rong for his courtesy. Letting go is a kind of cultivation.
Courtesy not only happened in ancient times, it has been passed down to this day as a virtue.
On a bus, the seats were full. People were minding their own business and watching everything with indifference. At this time, the bus arrived. An old lady struggled to get on the bus amid the crowd, but there were no extra seats on the bus. She had to grab an armrest and stand carefully. At this moment, the bus braked suddenly and the old lady accidentally fell to the ground. A young man couldn't stand it anymore and went over to help the old lady. People around saw it and gave up their seats one after another. The old lady was extremely grateful, and people looked at each other and smiled. There seemed to be a warm current flowing through the car. Let, it is a courtesy.
The road was busy with traffic and pedestrians were crossing the road in disorder. An old man walked forward with difficulty, but there were only a few seconds left on the green light and the red light was coming. "Three, two, one!" The traffic light on the sidewalk turned red. But the vehicles did not move forward, but let the grandfather pass the road. Pedestrians on the roadside also came to help the old grandfather cross the road. The old man waved and thanked him. Although the vehicles had to wait for an extra red light, they helped the old man. Letting go is a virtue. Write the beginning and end of the essay around the central meaning Sixth Grade Chapter 3
"The plan for a year begins in spring, and the plan for a day begins in the morning." I think morning is the busiest time of the day.
"Wake up, Shuoshuo, get up quickly!" My mother's soprano voice came to my ears, "It's half past six! Why don't you get up?" "Okay, just get up. It's over!" I reluctantly climbed up from the warm bed, rubbed my sleepy eyes, and got dressed in a hurry. Unexpectedly, the busier and messier it became, the pants were on backwards and the socks could not be found. I screamed and screamed, and my father had to rush to help. After putting it on, I quickly ran to the bathroom and started brushing my teeth and washing my face.
In the kitchen, my mother was playing the march of pots and pans: the chopsticks were clinking against the bowls, and the range hood was humming along with the melody... When I looked at the clock on the wall, The hour hand pointed to seven, I hurriedly grabbed a bun and ate it hungrily. Dad was passing milk and peeling eggs.
"Eat slowly, don't choke!" I finished my breakfast in a hurry, quickly put on my red scarf and got ready to go.
After getting on Dad’s electric car, we set off to school. Maybe my father was afraid that I would be late, so he drove much faster than usual today, and even the wind in my ears was louder than usual. The beeping sounds of cars, battery-cars, and bicycles on the road made a sound, like a grand symphony concert. There were already many people lined up in front of the stall making egg cakes on the roadside. The aunt making the egg cakes was so busy that she couldn't even raise her head...
When I arrived at the school, I saw the students were all in a hurry Walking into the classroom, like happy fish swimming into the ocean of knowledge. I didn't dare to slack off, so I hurriedly said "goodbye" to my father and got ready to start a day of study. Ah, the busy morning is the beginning of creating a better life! Write the beginning and end of the essay around the central meaning. Sixth grade chapter 4
Have you ever had hope? I believe everyone has had their own hope. Maybe I was looking forward to the end of get out of class or the holiday, but I was...
It was a sunny afternoon. After the piano lesson, Teacher Ying stopped me and said to me: "Cheng Yihan There will be music on the night of the 28th. You and Bi Jiayao can perform the four-hand "Beachside City". Do you have time to participate?" "Yes, yes." I immediately agreed to Teacher Ying's suggestion, even though I had a look on my face. I am full of joy but extremely nervous. I can use mixed emotions to describe my mood at this moment. After all, I am performing for hundreds of people. I am worried that I will forget the music score because of nervousness, and I am also worried that I will play the wrong note because of nervousness. But despite this, I still feel sad in my heart. Full of infinite expectations. I want to show what I have learned to everyone, and I want to be recognized by everyone.
From that day on, I would sit in front of the piano and practice whenever I had free time every day. I became proficient with one hand, and started to join hands with each other. Even when I went to bed at night, I would mutter, "Why does time go by so slowly? Why is everything?" Two weeks, it seems like two years, sometimes I stare at the piano with dull eyes, often I think about the music score in a nonchalant way, sometimes I blush and my heart beats wildly with joy, the time passes day by day with anticipation.
Finally, the day of the performance arrived. Bi Jiayao and I put on beautiful dresses, gracefully walked to the stage hand in hand, lifted up our skirts, slowly sat in front of the piano, and started the performance. The concert hall was silent. Our hands danced on the keys like light swallows, and the sound of the piano was like a butterfly spreading its wings and about to fly, fluttering its flexible wings, flowing clear and bright, and like the distant sky outside the Great Wall, depositing clear light. The audience was intoxicated, and there was thunderous applause after the music ended. Hua Jiayao and I looked at each other, smiled, walked forward and bowed to the audience to express our thanks.
The concert ended successfully with beautiful music. We have been looking forward to it for so long, and our performance did not disappoint our teachers and ourselves. Write the beginning and end of the essay around the central meaning Sixth Grade Chapter 5
The sun shines all over the earth, and warmth is everywhere in life. It is like a clear spring, nourishing us.
On a cold winter day, I couldn't resist my mother's request, so I put on a thick cotton jacket and went to the supermarket to buy things with my mother. It’s so cold! The breath coming out of my mouth floats away like mist, and I feel like my hands and feet are not my own. Finally, I arrived at the supermarket. At this time, I found a large thermos bucket at the entrance of the supermarket. Many people gathered there. I also walked over and saw "Free tea, take it for yourself" written on it, and there was also a bucket next to it. There were many disposable paper cups. I also poured a cup of hot water and took a small sip. A warm current went straight to the bottom of my heart. I felt that the cold was far away from me, and my heart was warm. The customers who drank water also had smiles on their faces. I silently praised the supermarket in my heart. Although it is just a cup of hot water, it can give people a touch of warmth in the cold winter.
School was over, and the rain was pouring down. Looking at the pouring rain, I watched the students happily go home with their schoolbags and umbrellas on their backs. I began to regret. If I had known better, I should have listened to my mother and brought an umbrella. But there is no regret medicine in the world. I could only silently pray that the rain would stop.
But God seems to be against me. Not only has the rain not stopped, it has become more and more rainy. Seeing my classmates leaving one by one, I became anxious. Just as I was carrying my schoolbag and preparing to rush into the rain, an umbrella covered my head. I turned around and saw the sincere words of my classmate. Smiling face, "It's raining so hard, I'll take you home!" A warm current surged into my heart, I nodded vigorously, and we walked side by side into the rain. The raindrops hit the umbrella, splashing water, reflecting the It is the warmth of the world. "I must care more about others and help others in the future!" I told myself silently in my heart.
In a cup of hot warm water, in an ordinary umbrella, in ordinary little things, there is warmth and kindness in the world. Write the beginning and end of the essay around the central meaning Sixth Grade Chapter 6
Love is like the warm sun in winter, making you feel warm. I remember one time when I had a fever, the wind was strong and the rain was pouring, but my mother still took me to the hospital.
"Good boy, don't be afraid, you won't be in pain after the transfusion." My mother said with tears. I nodded in understanding. "Kid, close your eyes, my sister is treating you." I did so, and the nurse praised me for being so good! Hearing this, I felt happy.
My mother held me while the nurse gave me the injection. I wanted to cry, but I still didn’t because they said I was a well-behaved child.
"Good boy, mommy bought you some millet porridge, come and open your mouth - ah!" I fell asleep after lunch, and vaguely heard my mom saying, "Go to sleep. When you wake up, you will be sick." alright. My mother couldn't close her eyes all day and night these days, for fear of what might happen to me?
Finally, under my mother's careful care, my illness quickly recovered.
When I got home the next day, my mother cooked a table of my favorite dishes. After my father got off work, we started to eat. My mother’s chopsticks seemed to not obey the instructions, and she kept picking up the dishes for me. I was almost full, but my mother hadn't eaten at all. I picked up a piece of meat and put it in my mother's bowl. My mother stroked my head and smiled at me.
After dinner, we washed the dishes and pots together, not to mention how happy we were. Mom, Dad and I watched TV together again. Mom breathed a sigh of relief, and I knew that the big stone in her heart had fallen.
"Baby, it's time to go to bed. Mommy will tell you the story of Little Red Riding Hood!" I clapped my hands and said, "Okay, okay!" I lay in my mother's arms and fell asleep.
The greatest and warmest love in the world is maternal love. Just like what Meng Jiao said, "Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light." So since I was a child, I have only been to a "warm" person. I have a soft spot for words. Write the beginning and end of the essay around the central meaning. Sixth Grade Chapter 7
Sweetness is a beautiful taste. Sometimes, it comes from the touch of the tip of the tongue, which makes people praise the sweetness on the tip of the tongue; sometimes, it comes from the feeling deep in the heart, refreshing and endless aftertaste; sometimes, it is just a beam of light in the dark night , let the warmth and sweet taste melt away little by little, giving people infinite hope.
I remember that after an exam, I expected that if the exam was not ideal, I would definitely be criticized by the teacher. When the teacher distributed the test papers, my heart kept beating. When the teacher read my name, I was ready to face the storm, but when I stood in front of the teacher, I was not surprised by the teacher. When criticizing, I only heard the teacher say sincerely: "You, you are so bad in this exam, you must work harder next time, do you hear me." After hearing the teacher's warning, I solemnly made a promise. This time, I was very sweet. It was the teacher’s sincere warning that made me realize the sweetness.
During class the next day, the teacher wrote a question on the blackboard. None of the students knew it, but I did, but I didn’t dare to raise my hand. I was very nervous at the time, for fear that I would be criticized by my classmates if I made a mistake. They laughed. But when I saw the teacher looking at me with approval, I no longer hesitated and immediately raised my hands high. When I blurted out the answer, the teacher said loudly: "Yes, that's the answer. You are very good. Remember to teach other students more next time." This time, I was very sweet, the teacher's praise and recognition were sweet.
Sweetness is not only a warm comfort, but also a soul flavoring. Only when you taste this sweet soul flavoring will you feel sweet in your heart and feel the happiness that sweetness brings to us. Write the beginning and end of the essay around the central meaning Sixth Grade Chapter 8
People often say that laughing is better than crying. The incident in my memory made me change my mind. I didn't have enough balance during last winter vacation, so I wanted to do something that only a brave person can do.
In the middle of the night, I gently "cut" the door open with pieces of paper to avoid the sound that would bounce back. It was pitch black outside, with only the dim blue electric mosquito lamp emitting a vague blue light, which seemed to cast a shadow over this impossible task.
I approached the table quietly, turned around, took away the phone, and disappeared into the night. After returning to the room, I secretly turned on my mobile phone, scaled down the light and sound, covered myself with a quilt, and placed a small table at the door. Everything was ready, and the first "electronic" night began.
Although I didn’t go to bed until four o’clock in the morning last night, it did not affect my continued “mission” tonight. Tonight I put lube and peanut oil on the door latch just to make the door bounce less. I practiced it over and over again, with the bedroom door opening and closing. Then all the items in the room that might make noise were dealt with, and everything was ready, just waiting for mother to fall asleep.
Ten o'clock, a quarter past ten, half past ten... I moved to the door, but there was no sound outside. I started to act carefully according to the plan, skillfully picked up the laptop, and rushed to the room... I heard a "bang" sound, breaking the tranquility of the night. Because I ran too fast, the mouse fell to the ground. I hurriedly squatted down and was about to pick up the mouse. At this time, my mother came out of the house and yelled: "Long Jincheng." I looked panicked and stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do. I walked back to the room guiltily. I didn't hear every word my mother scolded clearly. I just kept crying and crying until I fell asleep...
Looking back now, I am a little grateful that I couldn't stop crying at that time. , thank you for the dropped mouse, otherwise, I would still be "stealing" it now. Write the beginning and end of the essay around the central meaning Chapter 9 for Grade 6
When it comes to circles, everyone should first think of circles, such as: round tables, round glutinous rice balls, big and round moons But the first thing I thought of was reunion.
Reunion is a happy thing for every family!
The New Year is a symbol of reunion and joy, so I look forward to the New Year every day. Because my father works away from home all year round and only comes back during the Chinese New Year.
Every Chinese New Year, I can reunite with my parents, grandparents. Grandpa prepared a big round table. This big round table was made by grandpa himself. It is not easy to select materials and polish to make this table. There are many steps to go through, and each step embodies grandpa’s wisdom and sweat. Whenever I see this From the table, I can feel my grandfather’s deep love for our family.
My hometown is Tai'an, and we live in Rizhao, so we rarely go back several times a year. For grandparents, the most important thing is the family reunion every Spring Festival. Every time there is still a long time before the Spring Festival, I will receive a call like this: "My child, can you go home for the New Year this year?" On the other end of the phone, grandma's words are full of expectations, hoping to get a positive reply. For the elderly, how can we not meet this expectation? Chatting and talking with grandparents, this may be a reunion!
After confirming that we are going home for the holidays, grandparents started to get busy , buying this, buying that. When I got home, grandma was running around in the kitchen, and grandpa kept putting delicious food next to me. The grandparents watched the family lively and joyful, and the wrinkles on their faces seemed to relax in an instant!
At the annual reunion, the protagonist is the round table, and the family sits at the round table, talking and laughing. My grandparents talked about the past, and my parents talked about the scandals of my childhood. A round table, more than a dozen people, this is the reunion in my heart, the most beautiful reunion I look forward to day and night! Write the beginning and end of the essay around the central meaning
Sweetness is one A taste that often stays on people's tongues. Sweetness is an expression of emotion or care from the heart. Sweetness, like sugar, can make us feel better. I like sweet.
Sweetness comes from school. In a campus full of joy and laughter, the class bell rang, and students walked back to the classroom in groups. At this time, a classmate slipped and fell. No one saw him or helped him up. He stood up firmly on the ground. But it didn't work. His hand was stuck by a pebble. I wanted to help him. So I walked over and helped him up. He said embarrassedly, thank you. That thank you made my heart feel sweet, because "thank you" is sweet from the heart, and I like sweetness.
Sweetness comes from mother’s care. I accidentally lost the pocket money my mother gave me, and I was in a bad mood. The sun shone on the playground, giving everything a layer of bronze. When my mother picked me up, the wind was blowing my hair, and the sun's shadow on me was getting longer and longer. When my mother saw that I was unhappy [crying], she gave me a piece of blueberry candy. The fresh blueberry smell made me feel like I was in a blueberry candy store. Garden, big blueberries, sweet blueberries, make people feel comfortable. I spread my arms and smelled the sweet and elegant blueberry fragrance, and I felt much better. My mother touched my head with her hand and said, be careful next time. I am no longer sad [crying], the blueberries slowly melt in my mouth, I thought, it must have eliminated my sadness, but there is still a refreshing fragrance in my mouth, I like "sweet".
Sweetness brings a smile, sweetness brings warmth, and sweetness brings laughter. The sweet taste will always stay on the tip of my tongue and in my heart. I like "sweet".