In daily study, work and life, everyone often sees compositions. Compositions can be divided into narrative essays, expository essays, practical essays and argumentative essays according to different genres. Do you always have trouble starting a sentence when writing an essay? Below are 9 holiday compositions for grade six that I carefully compiled. Welcome to read. I hope you all like them. Holiday composition for sixth graders Part 1
In the few days before school starts, our class will have to change its head teacher again! My father is quite calm, but my mother is very worried about the consequences of changing to a new class teacher in the sixth grade. I am also very reluctant to let go of the class teacher, Teacher Chen!
After school started, I came to the classroom and saw a handsome male teacher welcoming us with a smile! Isn’t this Teacher Cao who taught the previous sixth grade class? He is also in charge of the school's recitation club, and several students in our class are learning recitation from him.
Teacher Cao called us "silly kids" when he opened his mouth. He was humorous and kind, which warmed our hearts. I once read a book that mentioned: If a teacher calls his students "children", then he must be a teacher respected by the students. I think this book is very right. Our teacher Cao not only calls us "children", but also calls us "silly children". They only call us this when we act coquettishly in the arms of our elders!
Since school has just started, textbooks have not been distributed yet. When we were in Chinese class, we were all worried that the teacher would hand out papers for us to do, or ask us to dictate new words, or even teach us discipline. But the teacher turned on the computer, listened to classic songs with us, and appreciated the artistic conception of the lyrics with us. After school, the teacher gave us a homework assignment: Copy a few lyrics of your favorite songs and try to memorize them as much as possible. There is such an assignment! I like it. After I get home, I don’t care about eating, I rush to the computer, and carefully select the lyrics that I think are the most beautiful and artistic one by one, copying them and singing them at the same time. When my mother called me to go to bed, I realized that it was already past ten o'clock.
Later, the textbook was distributed, and we studied the first lesson "Song of the Yangtze River". We discovered that it was the same as the lyrics we copied. It was very distinctive, with beautiful rhythm, rich content, and clear rhythm, and it was very Rhyming... We fell in love with poetry right away and understood Teacher Cao’s good intentions! Teacher Cao also said that if we want to write songs at night, we don’t need to do other homework! I really want to shout to Teacher Cao: Long live!
No, it hasn’t been long since school started, and we have already fallen deeply in love with him. Holiday composition for sixth grade Part 2
Today is Children’s Day, which is my happiest day. I'm wondering what my gift is? Who gave me a gift? I was reading a book in the morning, and my mother said: "What are you reading?" I said: "I am reading a ghost story." I thought: When can I receive gifts? I walked back to my room. My heart is very excited.
Suddenly, my mother said: "Close your eyes, there is a little surprise!" I asked my mother: "What gift is it?" "Guess!" My mother said with a smile. I said, "Is it chocolate?" My mother shook her head and said, "Close your eyes and talk as you walk!" As we walked on the road, my mother said, "There are a sea of ??people there, including clowns, sweet and delicious pizza, sea lions, and... Dolphins, it’s so fun there!” I said, “Mom, I surrender, what is the gift?”
“We’re here,” my mother said. When I opened my eyes, it turned out to be a circus. I ran in happily, and my mother ran in with me and played for a day.
It was almost dark when we came out. I said to my mother: "Mom, my wish is that our family can be reunited. I really want my father to come back from Shanghai. Unfortunately, he can only come back one year." Once!" Mom said, "You'll know when you get back." After we walked back, Mom turned on the light, "Dad! You're finally back!" I said loudly. Mom and Dad picked me up and laughed afterward.
I feel like today is the happiest day for me. I received a very special gift. I am so happy! Holiday composition for sixth graders Part 3
Hazy consciousness, I woke up and "rolled" out of bed in the dark.
I realized it when I was brushing my teeth, yes! Today is Friday, celebrating Teacher’s Day! How should I express my feelings? But I don’t know even if I think about it, I really want to give it a gift. A special gift like "Wild Chrysanthemum", although it looks very simple among the flowers, it always gives so much and gets so little... It looks so much like our beloved teacher! Blame me Stupid, so I had to ask my parents for advice. Maybe this choice is wrong, because they always think that if the gift is not expensive, they can't get it. The teacher just says that it doesn't need to cost so much. (When will parents get rid of this mentality?...) In fact, I really want to make a special gift myself, which is exquisite, delicate and small.
Teacher, do you know that although its portion is small, it takes a lot of effort to make it, and it contains so much affection!...
Afternoon
With a troubled mood, I returned home at noon. My father ordered something randomly without my consent and said that I would wait for him to pick it up at school in the afternoon. Stop! Let me guess what it is? (Inexplicably, I have a bad feeling!) Every Teacher's Day, the gifts my parents gave me were so exaggerated that I couldn't describe it. A voice came from my father's phone: "Cosmetics..." I suddenly came back to my senses. Come on, my God! Isn’t this what I gave last year? Sure enough, it’s still the same... The question is how can I get it! Cosmetics? Although it’s a female teacher, I still want it. Are you thinking that the teacher might be thinking wrong? You may suspect me of bribing them later! Wow! Others are carrying beautifully packaged trinkets, but mine only has two bags! It’s so pitiful that I carried that thing along the way. Others look at you with colored eyes...
The bell rang for the third period. I felt nervous and looked at the people next to me! They were all looking at me, Cai Wen Qian, what did you give me? Such a big bag! Cai Wenqian, show me! I’m so annoyed, so annoyed... The teacher’s kind figure appeared at the door of the classroom, her expression was not as serious as usual, Her face widened with a smile. (The teacher seemed quite happy! Haha!) As soon as she came in, she said: Although we didn’t order cakes and hang ribbons like Class 2 and 3! I also hope that everyone will not be so extravagant. It's a waste, just draw a picture on the blackboard and let a few students come up to perform some small shows... After hearing this, the students were all silent... Ah! Teacher, you are so kind. !We can’t give you beautiful cakes or gorgeous ribbons, but we just want to bring you laughter, come! Let’s sing loudly for the teacher together, and it’s enough to fill the classroom with laughter!…
Our loud singing echoed in the corridor: "Ah... Whenever I think of you, my beloved teacher..." The bell has not yet rang. Is it possible? Are you also nostalgic for our singing? Holiday composition for sixth grade 4
Wiping away the tears from the corners of my eyes, soothing the turmoil in my heart, I think of her again on this festival that belongs to me, and think of the sentence: "I wish you Happy holidays! ”
I remember that I was probably still in elementary school, waiting and looking forward to it every day, counting the red circles on the calendar. After a long wait, I finally looked forward to the winter vacation. . I fantasize about how to play easily and carefree, how to eat piles of favorite snacks, how to watch the sunrise and sunset under the "pampering" of my parents every day, and wait for my holiday - my birthday. However, all my illusions were shattered on the second day of vacation. My mother brought a little girl in rags to the house. She said she was a poor child from a mountain village whom she met by chance. She asked me to use the winter vacation to teach her so that she could study for half a semester, that is, she could pay half a semester. A semester's worth of money. I could say that it "made me unhappy"! It takes up my precious winter vacation time to teach her homework. I don't have the patience to teach her such childish and boring low-level knowledge. But in the end, I was bribed by my mother's kind words, and I was not allowed to give her half of my beloved snacks.
All kinds of inconsistencies made my relationship with her unhappy. In life, I always ask her to wash her face over and over again, because I always think that she doesn't pay attention to her own hygiene, is careless, and doesn't wash her face seriously. My mother also taught me over and over again about this. She is so well-behaved that it makes me jealous. Sweeping the floor, wiping the table, watering the flowers...she competed to do everything. My mother not only praised her, but also compared her with me. I'm even more unhappy. In terms of study, I teach her a lot of content every day. Although she also wants to learn more, I don't know if she can digest it. From time to time, I would criticize her for being careless, poor at studying, or writing incorrectly, but she never cried, only her eyes were red. Sometimes, when I was sleeping, she was still writing that word and doing that question, and I would be temporarily soft-hearted because of her rare diligence, but when it came to studying, I was very strict with her. As my parents' love gradually shifted, I disliked her even less. At that time, I also started to become childish: my parents didn't like me because of her. Those happy days in fantasy have become "troubles". One day, I was telling her a question again, and she was absent-minded. She didn't listen carefully and kept staring at me. She was not very smart and didn't use her brain to think. I told her it many times and used many methods, but she still didn't understand. I scolded her and told her to listen carefully. If she had listened carefully, she would have understood it a long time ago, but it still didn't help. She still went her own way. I finally couldn't help it anymore: "You must confront me? I asked you to listen carefully but you were not absent-minded; I asked you to use your brain but you didn't. If I get angry with you like this every day, I will lose at least 30 years of my life..." I talked a lot that day, and she cried for the first time. She cried so sadly that she was out of breath, leaving deep tear stains on her face. The teardrops had gathered into a silver line and crossed her red face. , dripping down. Wiping away her tears, she ran to the kitchen and brought out a bowl of cold noodles. Ah, I suddenly remembered my holiday today - my birthday. I brought it over, but I felt it was warm and hot to the touch.
She choked and said: "Yes, I'm sorry, I want to remember you and wish you a happy holiday!" Suddenly, my mind went blank and my ears were silent...
The next day, she left quietly. When I woke up, the house was empty and the packages were gone. I didn’t even have the chance to apologize or make corrections. I stood silently in front of the window...
Every birthday since then, I will always pick up a bowl of cold noodles, because I can never forget her, nor can I forget that bowl of hot noodles, that I can't forget the intermittent words: "I wish you a happy holiday!" Holiday composition for sixth grade 5
"Ahem, today, there is a life-threatening situation in our family. It's a matter of God -" my mother said seriously, "Today the flowers and plants at home are going to undergo a makeover and evolution!"
When I heard this, I almost vomited blood, for such a small matter, "human life is at stake" "? Then he said angrily: "I'll take care of this big deal!" As he said that, he found a few old newspapers and spread them on the ground, and put the flower pots at home on them. Then the protagonist was no longer me - changed to my mother. .
Mom ran around to get a package of flower fertilizer, a few plates of pot bottoms, and a shoehorn to replace the flower shovel. Everything was ready, and as my mother's helper, I stood by and moved the Huatianjiu basin. First, she spread the flower fertilizer evenly on the soil of the clivia with a "flower shovel", then used the "flower shovel" to loosen the soil, took the opportunity to pour two cups of water, then patted the soil tightly, and washed the clivia with water. The leaves make Clivia look "glossy".
The next thing to deal with is the "outside of the knot" spider plant. I found an empty pot, filled half of it with soil, cut off the "extra-nodal branches" and buried them, then filled the other half with soil, added some fertilizer, and waited for it to grow up.
Although these "life-threatening" things took a whole morning to do, they made the whole house look much tidier, and it was considered a meaningful event. Holiday composition for sixth grade, Part 6
The annual Christmas is here. At this time, people are immersed in the joyful atmosphere of Christmas. This festival always carries many people's good wishes.
Decorating the Christmas tree
I remember my childhood Christmas, when my mother bought back a small green tree. Along with the small tree, she brought back golden stars and colorful ribbons. , bright bows, and many beautiful snowballs and toys. I was confused at first, but later I learned that my mother wanted us to decorate the Christmas tree together. My sister and I happily followed our mother to discuss where to put these decorations. After dinner, we began to decorate the Christmas tree. This ball was hung here, and that ribbon was wrapped around it... We decorated it carefully for fear of damaging this vibrant little tree, and the family had a great time.
Meeting Santa Claus
Christmas is coming. My sister and I went to the mall to buy things and accidentally met the amiable Santa Claus. He was wearing a red hat, red clothes and trousers, and was holding a big bag in his hand. When my sister saw Santa Claus, she jumped three feet high with excitement. She couldn't help but stepped forward and touched his red clothes. Santa Claus enthusiastically gave us a lot of candies, which were really fragrant and sweet in her mouth.
Preparing Christmas gifts
My sister is still very young, so I want to give her a surprise on Christmas Day. I said to her: "Hang a bag by your bed, and Santa Claus will come over to give you a gift at night." My sister nodded excitedly after hearing this. In this way, I spent 200 yuan of my lucky money to buy her a talking and sentient Barbie doll that she dreamed of. I put this gift in a bag and looked forward to putting it quietly in the bag beside her bed on Christmas Day after she fell asleep. I think she will be very happy to see it.
Every year Christmas brings endless joy to our family. I love this wonderful holiday. Holiday composition for sixth graders Part 7
Mom, what a familiar word! She has been with me almost every day since I was born. Over the past few years, my mother has taken great care of me. Now her body is getting worse day by day and every year. I really want to stay in the good years so that I can see my mother’s beautiful and kind smile every day.
Do you still remember that quarrel? It was a bright afternoon and my hand was scratched by a knife. My mother saw it and anxiously found a band-aid and helped me put it on. And asked me carefully: "Does it hurt, son?" I replied firmly: "It doesn't hurt, what's this little injury?" My mother showed a rare smile for the first time. It was afternoon, and it was time to write the paper. Because my hand was injured and I couldn't hold the pen, my mother came up with a way, that is, I would tell the answer and my mother would write it. After hearing this idea, I can’t say how happy I am! But I really couldn't bear the thought that my mother had to do a lot of housework every day, go to work and help me with my homework. So I took the pen from my mother's hand and endured the pain and finished my homework.
I really want to do something for my mother. Today happens to be Women's Day, but my mother is still at work.
I used my remaining pocket money to buy a table of delicious food for my mother and also prepared holiday gifts. In order to thank my mother for her upbringing, I know these are insignificant. Although this is not a delicious meal that I personally prepared for my mother, it contains my deep friendship for my mother. It was time for my mother to get off work, and I welcomed her arrival with excitement. Mom came in, saw a table of rich dinners, and saw the gifts I carefully prepared, and she shed tears of excitement in an instant. He murmured: "My son has grown up and knows how to understand his mother."
Although what I lost this time was material wealth, what I gained was spiritual compensation. Mom, thank you for your nurturing kindness over the past twelve years. My son has nothing to express but to repay you with good grades. Mom, today is your holiday, I wish you a happy holiday! Holiday composition for sixth grade, Part 8
Tomorrow is a very special day. September 10, 20xx will be my last Teacher’s Day in primary school. Tonight, I have a lot of thoughts and feel that time is flying by. The six years of my primary school career seem to be passing by in a flash.
In these years, the teacher has always been the soul of the class and has sacrificed so much for the students: for the students, the teacher often prepares lessons or corrects homework in the office until late at night; for those students who are naughty or have unsatisfactory grades , teachers are often too worried to sleep; however, we have never heard any teacher complain, they have always been teaching us; just like a classic saying of the ancients: When the silkworm dies, the wax torch turns to ashes. Tears begin to dry; words of praise from modern poets: Teachers are like gardeners, nurturing us diligently; teachers are like nectar, nourishing our seedlings; teachers are like... ． ．
What an apt metaphor to praise a teacher! The greatness of teachers is praised both at home and abroad in ancient and modern times. It is teachers who teach us knowledge and learning methods, and train us to become "pillar talents"! Therefore, whether the students like this teacher or not, we should all thank him.
Today is September 9th. As Teachers’ Day is approaching, please send your most loyal blessings to our beloved teachers! I think, although they are just some simple blessings, they represent our grateful heart!
Here, I want to say to Teacher Cui, Teacher Li, Teacher Wang and all the teachers in the world: "Teacher, you have worked hard! Happy holidays!!!" "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!!!" Holiday composition for sixth grade 9
Today is Mother’s Day, and I want to do something for my mother who works so hard for this family.
I got up early in the morning and helped my mother make breakfast. When my mother got up, she saw breakfast waiting on the table and smiled happily. She guessed it was me, but she still ate it with relish as if nothing had happened. . Seeing my mother finish eating, I hurriedly said to my mother: "Mom, you go to work, I can wash the dishes!" "Okay!" After that, my mother walked out of the house.
After washing the dishes, I took advantage of this time to go to the street and buy a bouquet of carnations and hid it in my room, thinking of giving my mother a surprise when she came back. Next, I took out all the family's changes of clothes, washed them, dried them, and did my homework when I had free time. Until my mother came back from get off work at noon, I started to help her in the kitchen again. This is the first time I cooked a meal with my mother. I didn’t expect that the meals I usually eat are carefully prepared by my mother, and sometimes I have to care about the fruits of her labor. I feel really ashamed when I think about it. After dinner, my mother asked me jokingly: "Are you going to wash the bowls?" "Yes, madam!" My mother smiled heartily.
What should I do in the afternoon? Just when I was thinking hard, my dog ??gave me an "enlightenment": its feet were very dirty, and the floor was stained when it walked in and out. I gave it a sunbath, and the floor was mopped. Liang, I thought it was so cute when I saw the dog shivering on the floor. As soon as I sat down, I felt so tired. But when I thought about doing these things for my mother and my family, all the tired elf ran away from me.
In the evening, my parents came back. After the family had dinner, I gave the carnations I had prepared to my mother. Seeing the twinkling in her eyes, I said, "Mom, I made these." That’s right, I will share the housework with you in the future!” The familiar phone rang, and a text message from my sister appeared on the screen of my mother’s phone: “Mom, Happy Mother’s Day!”
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