1. A 400-word composition for unit 6 of sixth grade
One of my favorite poems 1
Since I was studying, we have learned from elementary school to now I have read countless ancient poems, but one of my favorite poems is "Wandering Zi Ming" by Meng Jiao.
I think he embodies the infinite love of a loving, simple, great mother for her children.
Today's life is no longer as poor as it used to be, and today's children cannot understand their mothers' love for their children, but as mothers, they still care about and love their children silently.
For example, during the July 31 air crash in Nanjing, when cleaning up the scene, people found a young mother named Gong Hongmei holding a nine-month-old baby in her hands. Among the more than 20 survivors, , the baby suffered the least injuries. "When people were cleaning up after the Tangshan earthquake, they found a mother who had cut her own blood vessels to feed her baby with warm blood."
When I read this question, I My heart was shocked. At a critical moment, a mother's only thought is to protect her children. If she can even give her blood and life, what else is worth keeping! After being inspired by this great mother's love, I couldn't help but want to ask the world, do we all want to repay our mothers?
Instead of looking forward to the kindness of nurturing and being grateful in return, it is in harmony with nature and human feelings. But on the contrary, I saw from the newspaper:
News 1: A certain man After becoming prosperous in the city, he refused to take on the responsibility of supporting his mother on the grounds that he had given up the inheritance rights of his old house in the countryside. I wonder if such people have ever remembered that mothers bargained like this when raising their sons? If you have forgotten everything, do you still remember the flesh and blood body that wraps up the dirty soul?
News 2: There is a landscape in a certain rural area. Small houses are built next to large houses, mostly to provide "convenience" for elderly parents to live. It goes without saying that the big house has been occupied by their children in advance. I don’t know if these children have thought deeply about it. Your parents have gone through many hardships to raise you as adults, and now you are old and frail. Apart from this house bought with sweat, is there anything else you can squeeze out of it? News 3: An overseas student did not want to return to his country after growing up and stayed in a foreign country because his motherland is obviously rich in the West. I would like to ask such people, have you ever eaten the milk of rich people in the West? Don’t you have any memory of your hardworking and determined mother in your heart? Don’t you have any impression of the Yellow River Great Wall?
Today, there are indeed some people who lack basic conscience. They do not bear the responsibility of supporting others, but look up to their ancestors. They indulge in the expansion of human desires and stay away from the true meaning of life. But after all, such people are despised by everyone. The tradition of being filial to their parents and loving the motherland is so beautiful that it is still carried forward in the praises of the Chinese nation. I also saw a short article in the newspaper entitled "Repaying Mother", asking children to start from a young age, starting from me, to give love to their mother. I think this is very unnecessary, this is the basis of "love" project. Just imagine, if a person doesn't even love his own mother, how can he still love the people's motherland? Noble moral sentiments and a persistent sense of social nature begin with "love". "Love" is always the spiritual bond that cannot be shaken and cut between "I----mother-----motherland". "The crow feeds the sheep while kneeling at its breasts." Let us enjoy the warmth of maternal love, learn to repay our mother, and heal the wounds in our mother's soul. Shakespeare has a famous saying: "Once a destroyed love is repaired, it becomes more majestic, more beautiful, and more tenacious than before.
One of my favorite poems
"Zhuan Zhu The pavilion, the low-rise house, the light makes no sleep. There should be no hatred, why is it that things are always round to others? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live forever, thousands of miles away from the cicada." This poem is called "Shui Diao Ge Tou". Although it does not have heroic verses, it contains intriguing reverie. This is the essence of it. It is also true. That's why I like it. It doesn't have my favorite sentence, but I just like them all. Every time I read this poem, I can't forget the words "photo", "sleep", "round" and "difficulty". The words all arouse my deep memories. Li Bai was not holding a glass of wine and looking at the bright moon. The pain of homesickness and family longing will never be forgotten by us. When I read "May people live forever, thousands of miles away, cicada "Juan". Instead of complaining about the moon and blaming the moon for deliberately teasing people, the essence is to use the moon to write about the melancholy of family members who cannot be reunited. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the bright moon is so round, and I look at the bright moon.
I entrust my thoughts and blessings to the bright moon to carry me to my parents who are far away. From this point of view, the bright moon is not without its advantages. "Why do things always become full when we are apart" describes why people always become full when we are apart? People! You only saw the full moon in the mood of pain, separation and grief, so you complained about the moon, and you only saw the surface of the moon. Maybe the "full moon when we leave" is the moon's preview of the next reunion? If "round when parting" is the scenery people see when they are separated, the pain of separation will never be placed on the innocent Mingyue, and the Mingyue will bear an inelegant name. If the Mingyue lacks yin when parting, then Don't people say that the moon is unkind and I am in pain? Why is "you" missing half of it? Aren't they just mocking me for leaving my family and being alone! No matter what kind of environment, people will blame Mingyue, isn't Mingyue very wronged! Feeling helpless? Parting is not painful. Parting may be a sign of reunion next time! Put aside all the frustrations in your heart, open up your open-minded, positive and optimistic feelings, and look at something from another perspective, which will surely bring enlightenment. I wish you a long life and may you be like a cicada thousands of miles away! 2. A 400-word composition for the sixth unit of the sixth grade of primary school published by the People's Education Press
A poem I like
Maternal love is also a classic, it is a poem!
——Inscription
Poetry is the enjoyment of beauty; poetry is the experience of happiness; poetry is a garden for imagination. A poem represents the author's inner world of whims and wonders. A poem can tell us the truth, goodness, and beauty between people. A poem can reveal people's moral cultivation... Poems can tell us. There are simply too many.
Poets of all ages have used poems to express their emotions. Thousands of poems are classics and are endlessly memorable. Among the pre-Qin scholars, we read in Confucius a heart of love that built harmony; in Mencius we read a righteousness that brought peace to the world; in Mozi we read a heart of passion that helped the suffering; and in Han Feizi we read We read a pair of cold eyes, facing life head-on; we also read the dialectics of life in Laozi, and the artistic outlook on life in Zhuangzi...Poetry is also a classic.
The Tang Dynasty was a dynasty when poetry flourished. Most of the famous poets came from this dynasty - Li Bai, Du Fu, Du Mu... Among the many poems, my favorite is Meng Jiao's "The Wandering Son's Song" ":
The thread in the hands of a loving mother,
The clothes on the wanderer's body.
Before leaving, there is a tight gap.
I am afraid that I will return later.
Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass,
will receive three rays of spring.
Every time I recite it, a picture seems to appear in my mind: a heroic son sitting in a simple hut reading. Not far away, an old mother with silver hair was burying her head and hunching her back, mending clothes for her son who was about to travel far away under a weak soybean oil lamp. Each of those dense stitches contains the mother's incomparable deep love for her son. Every line represents the mother's sincere love for her son. This deep maternal love is all poured into this stitch. The love between mothers and children is as deep as the ocean, and when can a son repay his mother's selfless love? As the saying goes, "Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light."
Maternal love is not only selfless, but maternal love is even greater! Maternal love is like water, so cool; maternal love is like snow, so white; maternal love is like rain, nourishing the young hearts; maternal love is like the sun, shining on young lives with its simplest love; maternal love is like wind, gently caressing With cute little faces. Maternal love is like the four seasons, sowing love in spring, cultivating love in summer, harvesting love in autumn, and storing love in winter. Mother's love is the sun in spring, shining on the flowers of the motherland; mother's love is the rain in summer, "quenching" the heat and bringing coolness; mother's love is the big tree in autumn, full of rich fruits; mother's love is the rain in winter A fire ignited the passion in winter!
Mother's love is priceless and selfless. Just like Meng Jiao's poems, so charming and so memorable!
Maternal love is also classic, it is a poem! I will treasure it for the rest of my life. 3. Composition Continuation of Unit 5 of the 6th Grade Chinese Language Volume 1 400
Chen Ming and I are good friends.
One day, we took out the small wooden boats we made in the craft group to play with, and Chen Ming accidentally broke mine. During the dispute, Chen Ming trampled it again. I was very angry. I grabbed his little wooden boat and threw it down.
Chen Ming was very anxious and wanted to speak, but something seemed to be blocking his throat. He could only scream "ah, ah" like a mute, and stretched out his hands to try to stop me, but it was too late. The helpless little wooden boat was shattered into pieces without a word of mercy. I thought Chen Ming would yell, curse, or even fight because of his anger.
Unexpectedly, he sorted the parts silently without saying anything. He returned to his seat, placed the parts on the desk, and stared blankly, motionless. When I saw this, I felt a little soft-hearted.
But remembering what Chen Ming did just now, he frowned and walked towards the corner of the classroom. In the noisy handicraft class, the teacher did not notice this scene.
He walked up to the podium, patted the table, cleared his throat, and the class immediately fell silent. The teacher said: "The small wooden boats everyone made in this class must be kept well.
Tomorrow, tomorrow the school will hold a small wooden boat exhibition and competition. Everyone will strive for the first place. ""ah? "I was stunned.
The storm just now shattered my and Chen Ming's boat to pieces. What about tomorrow's exhibition? Looking back, Chen Ming's actions just now were indeed unintentional. Why did I still What’s the point of being so fussy about it? But now it ends in a lose-lose situation… “Yeah. "I made up my mind.
After class, I walked towards Chen Ming's seat. When he saw me coming, he raised his head.
"I..." we said at the same time. "You ..." At the same time again.
"I'm sorry. "We said in unison.
"Haha. "We smiled and looked at each other for a while, and we laughed. This smile seemed to be the heartiest smile I had ever heard.
After some discussion, we decided to cooperate in building a small wooden boat. We held our hands tightly and never let go.
The time for the exhibition has arrived. The little wooden boat carrying our reunited friendship set sail towards the other side of happiness... 4. . Jiangsu Education Edition Chinese Language Book Volume 1, Primary School Sixth Unit Six Composition, 400 words
When Gai Huiling was nine years old, her mother unfortunately lost her life to the abominable cancer.
< p> When she was eleven years old, her father found a new mother for her. She was in her thirties, of medium height, with long black hair, curved eyebrows, big eyes, and a fair face. With a smile, many people said she was amiable.Gai Huiling had long heard that her stepmother was cruel, so when the new mother handed her an apple for the first time, Gai Huiling waved her hand. Just knock it down on the ground. During the first month after the new mother came, Gai Huiling always avoided her.
The new mother not only kept the house clean and orderly, but also took the initiative to care about Gai. Huiling. The weather was getting colder. When the new mother saw that Gai Huiling's sweater was old and small, she hurriedly went to the street to buy wool for her and knitted it whenever she had time. Within a few days, a beautiful sweater was knitted.
Gai Huiling put on her new sweater, feeling warm all over her body and heart. In order to learn English better, Gai Huiling told her father that she wanted to buy a radio, but her father said helplessly: "In order to treat your mother's illness." I have spent a lot of money and my family is not well off now. Let’s talk about it after a while. "
The new mother knew about it, so she quietly bought a cassette player and placed it on Gai Huiling's desk. Gai Huiling wanted to call her "Mom" several times, but she swallowed the words. Even after going down, she couldn't scream.
One day, Gai Huiling caught a cold and vomited. There was filth all over her body, the sheets, and the floor.
Gai Huiling looked even more uncomfortable. But the new mother didn't say a word and was busy changing her into clean clothes, then changing the bed sheets and cleaning up the dirt on the floor.
In the evening, the new mother was still busy. Make noodle soup specially for her, bring it to the bedside, feed her with a spoonful, and say kindly: "Xiao Ling, if you drink this hot noodle soup, it will be easy to digest and get rid of the cold air on your body." . After drinking the noodle soup and having a good sleep, you will be better tomorrow morning. "
Gai Huiling couldn't bear it anymore. She hugged the new mother's neck with tears and murmured: "Mom! "Only my mother is good in the world, and my mother has returned to Gai Huiling's side.