In daily study, work and life, everyone often comes into contact with compositions. According to the characteristics of propositional writing, compositions can be divided into propositional compositions and non-propositional compositions. Have no clue when it comes to writing an essay? Below is the sixth grade composition of Osmanthus fragrans that I compiled. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. Osmanthus Fragrance Sixth Grade Composition 1
"Wow! Smell it! It's the fragrance of osmanthus!" Yes! If it hadn't been for the reminder from my classmates, I would have really forgotten that it is August - the season when sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant! I put down my homework, came to the playground, and carefully looked at the inconspicuous osmanthus.
Osmanthus fragrans is a very small milky white flower, one is only as big as a small fingernail, but the fragrance it emits is unmatched by any flower. I remember when I was a child and I went out to play with my sisters, I liked to pick a few small osmanthus flowers from the osmanthus tree on the roadside, hold them in my hands, and put them in my favorite book when I got home. Therefore, as long as there are osmanthus flowers in them, That page will be the most fragrant in the whole book.
Although the sweet-scented osmanthus is small, its fragrance is always refreshing. In August, when everyone is still busy working or studying, the sweet-scented osmanthus will bloom its small flowers, using its fragrance to help people dispel unhappiness and fatigue. It always blooms and withers silently. Perhaps, when the last day of August comes, when the last flower of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree withers, not many people will feel sorry for its departure, but it will have no complaints when the next year When August comes, it will bloom quietly again, and when September is coming, it will quietly wither. Aren’t these habits just like those of people who make selfless sacrifices? Thinking of this, I remembered a story told by my cousin who is in high school:
My brother is about to graduate from junior high school. The teacher assigned a lot of homework about review, so my brother started studying in the evening every day. Then I started reviewing and didn’t go home until 11:00 p.m. When my brother leaves school, the doorman will close the door. My brother thought that the school closing time was 11:05 every day, so he would review his homework until 11:00 every day before going home. My brother's return home time remained until the first day the new doorman took office after the old doorman fell ill. My brother was reading at that time, and the new guard told him that the school's closing time was 10:30. After hearing this, my brother was moved to tears. When he bought some condolences and was going to give them to the grandpa, he learned that the grandpa was already dead.
Later, my brother entered a key high school with his excellent grades, but the old man did not see all this. The reward for the old man’s 30 minutes of waiting every day is his brother’s good grades! I heard from the old man’s chess friends that the old man had never been married in his life and had no children or grandchildren. His brother and his parents regarded the old man as their grandfather and father every year. Burn incense for the old man.
Today, the sweet-scented osmanthus is still fragrant every year... The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus Sixth grade composition 2
In front of the school’s science and education building stands an osmanthus tree with dark green leaves and dense pink and white flowers. The flowers are clustered together. Every time you pass by, the wind brings intoxicating fragrance, blowing into your face and refreshing your heart.
Growing up singing "Osmanthus flowers bloom everywhere in August", my understanding of osmanthus was hazy at first, and I just thought it was an ordinary flower. Later, when I met the charming osmanthus tree by chance, I was attracted by it. I was attracted to it, and felt that its gray-brown trunk must contain a magical power. Otherwise, how could it sprout such strange branches, sprout dark green leaves, and then bloom such fragrant flowers? It is simply magical and attractive. Extremely. Following the intoxicating fragrance of osmanthus, I would often come to meet it. Standing in front of the beautiful osmanthus tree, sucking in the sweet fragrance of osmanthus, I feel a happy and sweet mood. It is like a shy girl, with elegant posture, charming expression, subtle fragrance, and beautiful beauty. No matter it was the early morning light or it was almost dusk, she stood there silently, quietly and without speaking. It reminded people of the long and lonely rainy alley described by Dai Wangshu, who was walking slowly with an oil-paper umbrella. Lilac girl has beauty blooming like spring flowers, melancholy floating like light floating clouds, and thoughts spreading like autumn rain. "Sorrow comes from it and cannot be cut off." It is an indescribable feeling and an artistic conception that cannot be understood. Unable to let go of the sadness... Often, I would stand in silence for a long time, not knowing what words to use to comfort her. I could only stand quietly by her side, admiring her beauty and sniffing her scent. Fragrant, and then leave silently with the fragrance of osmanthus.
"There is a guest who admires the fragrant bushes and moves his roots from the deep valley. In order to cherish the beauty of the mountains, I love the beauty of this rock. The dawn dew and autumn light are floating, and the clear medicine is playing. When the flowers are white, I invite you to enjoy the fragrance. "Beautiful poems, beautiful moods, beautiful years, all beauty comes from the beautiful osmanthus tree. As the night falls, there is silence, and the fragrance of osmanthus floats in the wind, like the sweet murmur of a lover, calling affectionately, making people sad and sweet, making people indulge in it, and aftertaste it for a long time... The fragrance of osmanthus Sixth Grade Composition 3
Grandma, the sweet-scented osmanthus is blooming. It is very fragrant. Can you smell it in the sky?
In the yard of grandma’s house, there are two tall osmanthus trees. Grandma said these two sweet-scented osmanthus trees are older than me! Autumn has just entered, and as soon as you open the door, you can smell the clear or strong fragrance of osmanthus.
The small petals exude a charming fragrance, which always makes me feel relaxed and happy. I am used to smelling that fragrance every day. I can't help but inhale it again and again with my nose. I always want to take this unique fragrance into my heart... Whenever this happens, my grandma's kind voice will always sound: "You little girl. I just want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus rice cake. "
Grandma is the person who loves me the most. Whenever the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms, I am the happiest, but it is also the time when grandma is the most tired. Osmanthus is very fragrant and can be made into fragrant osmanthus rice cake. Osmanthus rice cake is not a delicacy, but it is my favorite. Although the sweet-scented osmanthus rice cake looks like a small piece, it contains the sweat of grandma. The process of making sweet-scented osmanthus rice cake is very complicated. First, break the sweet-scented osmanthus one by one, then wash it with clean water, put it in the sun for a few days, and then use a stone mill to crush the sweet-scented osmanthus. This grinding is very particular, and you have to put the sweet-scented osmanthus in little by little. , so as to ensure that the fragrance of the sweet-scented osmanthus does not dissipate. After crushing the sweet-scented osmanthus, mix it into powder and make it into cubes, so as to keep it from breaking, and then put it in the pot to cook.
Grandma’s love for me is like the fragrance of osmanthus, which blends into my heart one by one.
Every time I go back from De'an, my grandma will greet me from the entrance of the village two miles away, and then cook me my favorite braised pork. Every time I went to De'an, grandma would take me to the entrance of the village, take out a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus rice cake and stuff them into my pocket. Through the car window, I saw my grandma getting smaller and smaller, and my eyes couldn't help but moisten.
A gust of cool wind blew by, and the little petals fell scatteredly, like elves flying in the sky, and stopped on my head, body, and shoes, like It smells like grandma's, and touches me gently... I can't help but open my arms, close my eyes tightly, and enjoy the intoxicating moment. I couldn't help but dance with this little, yellow elf.
Grandma, you smell it, right? The scent of osmanthus for sixth grade composition 4
Grandma loves the scent of osmanthus the most.
She said that the osmanthus is not as graceful and noble as the peony, nor as cold and aloof as the plum blossom. It is only hidden in the distant mountains, but it still has a refreshing fragrance.
When I was a child, I often played in my grandmother’s wooden house. My grandmother would set up a tea table in the yard, and the tea was indispensable with the fragrance of osmanthus. She tied her hair neatly and elegantly, and wore simple and neat cloth clothes. Then she sat on the floor and made tea carefully. Occasionally she would close her eyes and take a sip of the tea fragrance, and then a quiet and contented smile would appear at the corner of her mouth. Coupled with a few shallow wrinkles, her kindness is also fragrant.
Why does it need light green and light red? It is naturally the best among flowers! There is no need to compete for beauty, no extravagant pursuit of fame, wealth, and honor. The elegant and tranquil fragrance of osmanthus is the fragrance of grandma’s soul and the fragrance of life.
One day, a middle-aged man with a fat belly, a fleshy face, and a fake smile came to the quiet hut. As long as the old gentleman is willing to help protect and stamp it, this matter will be over. The current officialdom is like this, and those above me turn a blind eye. With the wealth and status of my boss, I cannot succeed without the benefit of the old gentleman. Grandpa didn't say a word. He took a puff of cigarette and then his soothed brows furrowed again. He looked at the laughing man opposite, somewhat unsure of his decision. I leaned next to my grandpa's legs, chewing the candy in my mouth, and listened carefully to what they said. But at that time, I didn't understand the ins and outs of the matter, and I could only feel the hesitation in my grandpa's solemnity. At this time, grandma brought a pot of osmanthus tea, with a calm smile on her lips. The osmanthus was fragrant, simple and delicious. After saying that, she left. Grandpa opened the lid of the tea and smiled calmly, as if there was something true buried in the tea. Afterwards, grandpa declined politely.
At that time, I didn’t understand what was hidden in the fragrance of the sweet-scented osmanthus that made my grandma and grandpa stick to it so persistently and enjoy a happy and peaceful life without any worries. Every sunset, my grandma held me in her arms and touched my forehead with her cinnamon-scented hands. Girl, you should live a pure life and don’t get involved in the noise, fame and wealth, but It's an alluring mist, hanging in the air, but not solid after all, just like the sweet-scented osmanthus. It's so good. Then I opened the lid of the cup again, and a familiar fragrance floated out. Under the afterglow, I felt that even though I was old, my grandma was still so beautiful. , calm and kind
Now I understand that what is condensed in the cinnamon is the hidden nobility. Grandma is no longer here, but I still feel the fragrance of osmanthus lingering around me. I know that my grandma’s soul has been scented in this fragrance all her life, and it is fragrant and pure. The simple smell can penetrate from the tip of the nose and spread to the temples, and then the soul seems to be washed clean, like the refreshing air in the morning, like the cold and clear spring water. I understand that it is the fragrance of my grandmother's life.
Gradually, I also fell in love with the scent of cinnamon. Osmanthus Fragrance Sixth Grade Composition 5
In the golden autumn season, there is always a refreshing smell of osmanthus outside the window of my house. The fragrance is overflowing and makes people feel relaxed and happy. Every time I smell this strong smell, I will recall that day——
At that time, there were large tracts of open space in the community, and I always felt that something was missing. We plan to plant some trees in the community and contribute a small amount.
This was an Arbor Day a few years ago. My parents and I went to buy an osmanthus sapling. I held the sapling and danced with excitement. I carefully dug a small pit and gently put the sapling into the pit, for fear of hurting its fragile roots.
I used a small shovel to put the soil into the pit bit by bit and cultivate its roots. Then use your feet to firm up the soil and flatten it with a shovel, hoping it will thrive. I got another bucket of water and poured it to the roots to moisten the land. While watering, I said: "Osmanthus tree, you must grow up quickly!"
Every day from now on, I will do "maintenance work" for the osmanthus tree at least once. Watering, pest control, everything is taken care of. What a "pampered" osmanthus tree!
The days of waiting are always difficult, looking forward to it day by day and night by night. The first autumn finally arrived, but the saplings remained motionless, did not bloom, did not grow taller, and the leaves turned yellow. well! I was really disappointed, so I asked my mother what was going on. My mother said: "If you continue like this, the tree will be spoiled by you. If you water it every day, it will be weird if the roots don't rot!" Later, I stopped caring about it. I left the insect removal to the sun and the watering. Leave it to the rain. Over time, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree gradually walked out of my life.
From now on, I no longer spoil the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.
One day three years later, I came home from school and walked to the door of my house. A burst of fragrance floated in. I looked for the osmanthus, the osmanthus tree I planted bloomed! The sweet-scented osmanthus tree that was originally less than my waist grew taller than me. The branches and leaves are lush and the flowers are breathtaking. Unexpectedly, the "self-reliant" osmanthus tree became really lush. Since then, I have fallen in love with the fragrance of osmanthus, and even more with the season of autumn.
Now, the osmanthus tree is 8 years old, and it has become an indispensable member of our family. Every year when the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms, it’s so pleasant to sit under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, bathe in the warm sunshine, and read a good book. The fragrance also inspires my thinking. Whenever it's my birthday, it's when the fragrance of flowers is most intense. I will make a wish under the tree and let it witness my growth.
But one day I will grow up, and the saplings will turn into big trees. Let me cherish the fragrance of osmanthus outside the window and the beautiful memories of my childhood... Osmanthus Fragrance Sixth Grade Composition 6
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In autumn, as the wild geese fly south; as the maple leaves fall; as the fragrance of wheat rises and falls, the season slowly enters with golden steps.
Pale yellow buds and dark red stamens bloom all over the yard in this autumn. When you smell it, it is a refreshing fragrance; when you look at it, it is a touch of warmth. Whenever I walk past it, I tremble slightly to one side. Yes, it is osmanthus. In this autumn, it blooms so fragrantly.
In the morning, the sweet-scented osmanthus is like a newborn baby, slowly opening its small petals. The morning dewdrops shimmered slightly under the rising sun, sliding lightly to the ground. The sweet-scented osmanthus blooms, the dusk rises, the dew drops disappear, and the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus permeates the flowers and plants again.
The warm sunshine is shining on the earth, and it is already afternoon. The leaves of the sweet-scented osmanthus emit different lusters in the sun, and are shiny green. The autumn breeze blew gently, and the sweet-scented osmanthus tree made a "swishing" sound. A few withered flowers were blown up by the wind and fell lonely among the bushes. The sky is still blue, with a few white clouds. Hanging in the sky, the yellow flowers look up at the sky with their little faces, and a line of "human" geese fly south. Maybe when spring comes, they will fly back with more kowtows and hopes. Where is the little wild goose?
At dusk, the fragrance of osmanthus has not gone dormant, and the charming fragrance is even stronger. The whole yard seems to be filled with the fragrance. A green caterpillar crawls slowly and laboriously on the tree. It must be fascinated by this beautiful fragrance; it must want to listen to the whispers of flower buds in its dreams! The caterpillar slowly pulled out silk threads on a flower that was about to bloom, preparing for his winter. Maybe in spring, it turns into a cocoon and becomes a butterfly, and it must be the object of admiration for the next generation of caterpillars!
At night, the closed flowers are swaying in the wind, and the caterpillar is still weaving its unfulfilled dream. When dawn comes, the familiar fragrance will permeate the golden autumn again! Osmanthus Fragrance Sixth Grade Composition 7
In the golden autumn of October, it rains constantly. With the sound of rain and wind, I smelled it, and a sweet fragrance poured into my heart. Looking around, the whirling trees are dotted with many yellow dots, exuding a refreshing and strong smell. A gust of wind blew, and the sweet-scented osmanthus fell from the tree, like golden butterflies, and like strips of yellow ribbons, blowing down on my feet and shoulders. It’s really “flowers flying everywhere”.
Osmanthus fragrans has four petals, and there are more than a dozen flowers on one branch. The petals will fall off when touched, as if a fairy has descended to earth. Osmanthus is divided into golden osmanthus, silver osmanthus, red osmanthus and four seasons osmanthus. It is very interesting! It is really "Jiang Yun Momo Momo Osmanthus is wet".
Picked up an osmanthus flower and held it in his hands. "Ah"! A clear but not strong fragrance poured into my heart. The fragrance plucked my heart like a string, making me linger. The fragrance is as precious and gorgeous as French perfume. The fragrance is purer than lotus, more aloof than wintersweet, and more gorgeous than peony. It gives people a simple feeling, a feeling of happiness, and makes every person passing by show a bright smile.
Osmanthus is the messenger of golden autumn. The fragrance floats all over the garden, telling us that autumn is coming! She is not as proud as peonies and roses, only "the leaves are green and the flowers are a little yellow." Yellow dot.
She is like a woman who only wants to give without asking for anything in return. She gives this selflessly and leaves a deep fragrance to the people passing by, so that people can absorb the fragrance vigorously, rippling like water, thick and light, lingering. It gives people a sense of satisfaction! In society, don’t we need people who are selfless and dedicated like osmanthus?
Standing in the sea of ??flowers, looking at the cute little flowers on the osmanthus tree, I want to unify The conductor watched it together, bathed in the rich fragrance, which reminded people of the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei's "Osmanthus falls in leisure, the night is quiet in the spring mountains." It also reminded Xi Murong of "A Flowering Tree". I continued to be intoxicated in the "Sea of ??Osmanthus", looking at the millet grains on the branches, looking at the crown of the tree, listening to the happy laughter of the tourists, and smelling the intoxicating fragrance. I feel like I am a tree, standing tall and bulky, smiling at people with the charming fragrance of flowers. Osmanthus Fragrance Sixth Grade Composition 8
In the blink of an eye, the golden autumn season is here, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is not far away! Whenever I think of the white jade-like moon on the Mid-Autumn Festival night, the fragrant mooncakes, and the happy scene of a family sitting at the door admiring the moon, I always feel a sense of anticipation, looking forward to reliving old dreams.
Osmanthus can be said to be the "messenger" of the Mid-Autumn Festival. As long as the osmanthus blooms, we know that the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming... Yesterday, when a few friends and I were playing after class, we suddenly smelled a odor. The faint scent of osmanthus is very light and seems to be there but not at all. Smell it carefully again, well, it is indeed the scent of osmanthus! We hurriedly arrived under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, only to find that bright yellow sweet-scented osmanthus flowers had grown out of the branches. We were so excited that we held one one after another, put our noses up and smelled its rich floral fragrance. What a familiar smell! The fragrance of osmanthus reminds me of the past.
I remember when I was a child, I spent the Mid-Autumn Festival at my grandma’s house in the countryside. That evening, my neighbor's brother and I shook the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in front of our door and made tea from the shaken sweet-scented osmanthus. When grandma opened the umbrella under the tree, my brother and I hugged the trunk of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and shook it vigorously. We used all our strength to suck the milk. The sweet-scented osmanthus tree made a "squeaky" sound when we shook it. The sweet-scented osmanthus fell from the trees one after another, and our heads and bodies were covered with sweet-scented osmanthus. We shouted excitedly: "It's raining sweet-scented osmanthus! It's such a fragrant rain!" We didn't stop until the umbrellas were full. .
In the evening, our family moved the bench and sat in the yard, eating moon cakes, drinking osmanthus tea, chatting and admiring the moon. Grandma was sitting on a wicker chair, holding me in her arms, while I was eating mooncakes with relish in her arms, and looking up at the round moon in the sky from time to time. That day, the weather was particularly nice! The night sky was as dark as ink, and the silver-white moon was embedded in it, which was very conspicuous. The bright moonlight shines on the yard, on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and on the moon cakes, like a silver-white veil. I stared at the moon as white as a jade plate, and many questions popped up in my mind, so I asked my grandma in a childish voice: "Grandma, why do we eat mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival?" Grandma took a sip of osmanthus tea and grinned. The mouth wearing dentures smiled: "Haha, because the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival is round! So people have the custom of eating moon cakes."
"Grandma, look at the moon, it really looks like A big mooncake!"
"Yeah...it's a pity that we can't reach it."
"Grandma, are Fairy Chang'e and the Jade Rabbit in the moon eating mooncakes too? "
"Well, they eat mooncakes in Guanghan Palace just like us! "
That night, I asked my grandma a lot, until I finally fell asleep in her arms! It's burning... That night, I slept so sweetly, so sweetly, so ripely...
I smelled the fragrance of osmanthus on the street again. I continue to look forward to the Mid-Autumn Festival this year. Osmanthus Fragrance Sixth Grade Composition 9
Walking out of the house in the distance, it seems that you can faintly smell a fragrant aroma, lingering intermittently, as if it is far away...
Take a deep breath When I was about to smell it carefully, the aroma disappeared inexplicably. I took a gentle breath and turned around to leave in disappointment, but a wisp of fragrant aroma reached my nose. I couldn't help but breathe greedily. Inadvertently, I saw the sweet-scented osmanthus trees exuding an alluring fragrance.
I gradually approached the sweet-scented osmanthus trees, as if I had walked into a sea of ??sweet-scented osmanthus. In an instant, the fragrance of flowers is no longer just wisps of floating fragrance, but a strong floral fragrance.
The strong floral fragrance rushed toward me overwhelmingly, enveloping me in it. At this time, bursts of refreshing floral fragrance came to me. At this moment, it seems that I have also taken root and grown into an osmanthus tree. The small osmanthus flowers on my body are like little elves dancing in the breeze.
What surprised me was that the fragrance that exuded such a rich fragrance was actually emitted by tiny flowers. The flowers were also surprisingly small, even though they only had the size of a little finger. One third of the size, but these flowers are very united, one next to the other, and each small cluster is composed of a dozen or even dozens of flowers. They contribute their own incense and twist it into a strong "incense rope", which makes people linger.
The colors of the flowers are also very simple. The golden osmanthus has small orange flowers, while the silver osmanthus has small yellowish white flowers. They are so beautiful!
Beautiful flowers must be set off by green leaves. The leaves of lotus are emerald green; the leaves of gardenia are dark green; and the leaves of osmanthus are dark green. A gust of wind blew by, and the leaves danced in the wind like dark green boats, carrying little flowers on a long voyage. The leaves are oval, with slender veins clearly carved on the face of the leaves. The deep green turns the leaves into a boy who is no longer childish. The green of the sweet-scented osmanthus is neither the emerald green that can drip water, nor the dark green that can turn into ink, but a quiet dark green. It can get rid of distracting thoughts in people's hearts, purify people's hearts and thoughts, and calm down people's irritable minds!
What a lovely osmanthus! It is the heart child of autumn, the heart of my heart. Osmanthus fragrant sixth grade composition 10
On a clear night, the stars in the sky were twinkling, and a bright moon hung diagonally on the sky. The leaves of a neighbor's maple tree were blown off by the autumn wind, one by one, fluttering. The Mid-Autumn Festival is not far away. Just thinking about it. A distant fragrance hit my nose. It wasn't food, but the fragrance of flowers. It was very familiar, but I couldn't remember the specific fragrance for a while. Fresh, rich, and smells great.
In an instant, it seemed as if it touched a soft rib in me. When I was in first grade, I seemed to understand a lot of things, and I was playful and gluttonous.
There is a small supermarket not far from my home, the kind with only one cashier. There is a grandma who looks to be in her sixties, and she is still working as a cashier. Every time I go shopping, I see her and she calls me little girl with a smile. I often ignore her, and I am not her daughter.
Once, I saw a child happily licking an opened lollipop and said to the old woman: "I forgot to bring money. Can I owe you money?" The old woman did not ask for confirmation whether she really forgot. I just pretended to bring money, so I agreed. The child jumped away, came to the door, and stuck out his tongue several times at me.
After that, this kind of thing happened one after another, once, twice, this child, that child, and slowly, I also joined the ranks. I was naive and thought that this supermarket could owe money.
One time, I sneaked into the supermarket to pick things up as usual. The landlady pointed at the old woman’s nose and scolded her: “Are there any cashiers like you? You’re a lot older, don’t you understand? I’ll deduct this month’s salary from you.” The boss tried to dissuade her while helping the old woman sit down and rest.
After I got home, I told my mother about it. My mother stared in surprise: "You kids, ugh!" The next day, my mother went to the supermarket with some parents from the neighborhood to pay back the money. It didn't take long for the old lady to move away.
As I write this, tears come out of my eyes.
Grandma has always opened the door of convenience for us, just like a small sweet-scented osmanthus, quietly blooming, quietly withering, unobtrusive, but fragrant, because their lives are like this!