Composition 1 Unit 3, Volume 2, Grade 6 Everyone grows up with countless happy life fragments or stories from birth. Some memories will be fixed in my mind forever, which contains the innocence and cuteness of our childhood! What impressed me the most was this incident.
I remember once, we went to school by bus. There was a traffic jam all the way, and it took a long time at a time. I poked my head impatiently to see what had happened. It was another car accident. A black car ran into a white-haired and wrinkled grandmother in the middle of the road. The old woman was lying on the ground with a miserable face. At this moment, all the cars have stopped and got off to have a look. The owner of the car stood by, arrogant and angry, saying, "The old lady has no sense of traffic at all, how can she jaywalk!" Crowds of people gathered around, and some complained about grandma: "Why don't you watch when you walk!" " "Some people said sympathetically," Forget it, just take her to the hospital! " "Everyone is pointing and talking about it, but no one is taking action. At this time, a foreigner who was repairing the car next to him came over, approached the grandmother, whispered something, probably asking her how she was injured, and then stopped a car to the hospital without saying anything.
A bystander said to himself, "This stranger may be her relative!" " The other said positively, "No, I know him. This foreigner has no relatives. " Listening to the conversation between the two people and watching their distant backs, the crowd suddenly quieted down, and everyone could not help but be moved by the humble uncle's actions from other places. Someone said with emotion, "It's really good, people can't judge a book by its cover."
This foreign uncle is really something. He has excellent qualities and noble virtues, and we should learn from him.
I remember living in my grandmother's house for a while when I was a child. There are many chickens in grandma's yard. I stare at them every day, with golden yellow, pointed mouths and some colorful cockscombs. They chirp as if they are barking day and night, but I like them.
But I'm afraid of them every time I go out. Because of what? As soon as their sharp mouths bite me, I'm afraid I'll get sick, because my mother said that being bitten by a dog would make me sick. Once my mother and grandmother went out for a fair, so I left my grandfather and me at home. Grandpa works in the outhouse, and I'm still playing with my own toys. There happens to be a toy similar to a chicken, which rings when I pinch it. I thought to myself: does a real chicken ring when it is pinched? Just thinking, grandpa asked me to feed the chickens.
It was the first time in my life that I fed chickens. The henhouse is dirty and smelly. I changed my shoes and came to the henhouse with chicken food, and found them sleeping. I was surprised and opened my mouth wide! I've never seen a chicken sleep. I went to feed the chickens that didn't sleep next to me. Every step I take is like walking on the edge of a cliff, and I never dare to take the next step. Those chicks are cute, but they are also very aggressive. I quickly called grandpa to help. Seeing grandpa feeding chickens so skillfully, I thought to myself: I must succeed.
The chicken in my hand is burnt. I walked up to them and fed the chickens like grandpa. At this time, all the chickens seem to smell the food and wake up. Many chickens came to me as if I were their master. Wherever I go, they follow me. I spilled chicken food all the way, and they ate chicken food crooked, as if they were not afraid of me at all. I had a good time with them.
From that moment on, I was no longer afraid of chickens. They are like my most loyal partners. That must be my happiest time!
Unit 3, Book 2, Grade 6 Ideal will make desperate people start over; Ideal will make those who take the first step to success go forward bravely; Ideals will rekindle the hope of the helpless. How important an ideal is to a person. I also have an ideal. My ideal is to be a librarian.
That's how my ideal began. When I was in primary school, my mother moved out all the extracurricular books my sister had read in primary school for me to read. So, in my spare time, I chew these books slowly, and when I chew, I get their wonderful taste. I fell in love with books and became a real bookworm. To this end, my mother bought me more books and added a bookcase for me. "Starting today, write down the coming and going of these books, as well as those borrowed from classmates and those borrowed from schools and classmates." My mother solemnly told me. My mother gave me the right to manage books, and I dare not neglect them at all. Besides reading books after school every day, I also take care of these books. Whenever I see which book is dirty, I feel particularly distressed. Before you stop, you will do your best to clean it up. It makes me feel comfortable to see these clean and tidy books in the bookcase. From then on, I had the idea of being a librarian.
If I become a librarian, I should first take good care of books and keep them tidy. I know it's easy to realize the ideal and have it, so we need to accumulate experience now. So I began to manage books at home and manage books for the class. To learn how to classify books, we should not only arrange them neatly, but also arrange them beautifully. Whenever I take care of the bookcase in class, I am not only proud, but also happy for myself. I have accumulated a little experience in managing books.
Now, I am a student, and I know that I must work hard today to realize my dream of tomorrow! The ideal aura has been shining on me. It is my motivation to learn, guiding me all the way forward until I realize my ideal.
Lev tolstoy once said that ideal is the guiding light. Without ideal, there is no secure direction, and without direction, there is no life.
My ideal is half a mother and half a dream.
I went to the hospital regularly when I was one or two years old, so I was also called "old customer" by other doctors. This is one of them. Secondly, my mother has polio since she was a child. Every time I go to a parent-teacher conference, she looks at me with contempt, and she also despises talking about my mother. It was an extremely sharp knife that was inserted into my heart. Since then, I have had the shadow of the parent-teacher conference and embarked on this distant and arduous road of studying medicine. Every time I sleep at night, I can't help feeling sour when I see the countless scars on my mother's legs.
From then on, I went to the school library after class every day and immersed myself in those medical skills. In the future, I want to be an excellent doctor and cure my mother's illness. Although I often went to the hospital for injections when I was a child, I was tired of the hospital, let alone seeing any medical skills, but I also saw it for my mother and more patients. Because this is a glorious and arduous job. It is called "Angel" and "angels in white". He saves lives for people, and where he is needed, he is there. I often look it up on the computer. When I learned that my mother's illness was incurable, the idea of becoming a doctor disappeared from my mind at once.
"Is this too selfish?" I always question myself.
"no! I can't do it. I will become a doctor even if my mother is not ill. How many lives will I save? " I think hard, and I will study hard, struggle and work hard for my present ideal.
The road to the ideal is long and difficult. It is impossible for a person not to have lofty ideals, but if you don't take action, then ideals are just empty talk and worthless.
This morning, I went out to play happily humming a song and saw an unforgettable scene.
Next to the supermarket, a group of people got together. I gathered together to watch the fun. I saw a white-haired old woman lying on the ground groaning and saying "Ouch, Ouch ……" painfully. At this moment, a middle-aged aunt in flowered clothes tore open her throat: "Don't believe her, she must have touched porcelain. I have seen this kind of thing many times! " At this moment, another tall man connected his mouth: "OK, are you going?" The crowd seemed to explode the pot: "I know this. Last time Lao Zhang ... ""Yeah, yeah, who knows if it's true or not? "
I looked at grandma anxiously. She kept turning over, her face gradually twisted and blue ... I frowned tightly and thought, these people are lukewarm and heartless. There are many liars now, but my grandmother ... I dare not think about it any more. At this time, a tall and thin boy wearing a red scarf bit his lower lip, stretched out his dark arm without hesitation and said brightly, "Grandma, let me help you." Are you all right? " But grandma didn't answer, just said, "Go for a ride ..."
"Son, don't, she's lying to you!" Many people advised the little boy, but I think grandma is a little skeptical. But he took out the old woman's medicine bottle, took out the only half bottle of water left around him, and gave the old woman medicine. Grandma is not sitting on the steps. She had a rest and looked much better. She explained to everyone: "I am old and useless. I was walking on the road when I suddenly got sick. It's okay, it's okay. " Thank you very much, son. Thank you! What's your name? "The boy blushed and said," That's right. I am a boy wearing a red scarf. ".Then he ran away.
I really admire that boy! A "red scarf" teenager who does good deeds without leaving a name. Although I have gone far, but that scene has always remained in my heart, a long time can not forget.
The evening breeze blows, making people feel a little cold, but their hearts are warm, and an unforgettable thing comes to mind.
It's a crisp autumn Sunday. I lay on the windowsill and saw pieces of red leaves falling from the sky. How beautiful! It suddenly occurred to me: Isn't the park more beautiful? So, I clamored to go to the park, and my mother agreed under my repeated demands. My mother took me on the bus, but when I reached for my pocket, I found that I had no change. Suddenly I remembered that I had three dollars on me, and I was about to put it in the till. Suddenly I thought that I didn't have enough money, so I drew my hand back. When my mother was holding my hand to get off the bus, suddenly there came an old man's hoarse cry from the car. He stopped me, took out a dollar from his pocket, stood up slowly and handed it to me. I said, "Thank you." I put four dollars in the cash box together. At that moment, I saw the old man's smile, and that kind of amiable smile was deeply imprinted in my mind. My mother and I also sat in the seat in front of the old man.
Before long, the quiet atmosphere was broken, and a middle-aged woman muttered, "I don't think I need to take the bus for money." Hearing this, my cheeks turned red. The old man tugged at my mother's sleeve and said, "Can you lend me your mobile phone and call my home?" After listening, my mother quickly handed the mobile phone to the old man, and the car was quiet again. After getting off the bus, my mother and I opened the phone records and wanted to see the phone number of the old man's home so that we could contact his family to express our gratitude. After opening it, my mother found that the phone number turned out to be three zeros. Only then did we understand that the old man didn't want to call, but wanted to help us out.
Although it has been a long time, every time I think about it, my heart is always warm. Everyone has this small dollar in his pocket, but only the old man gave his love to others.
Today, Mr. Wu took us to play a game: passing parcels. The rules of the game are passed from the first student in the first group. As soon as the teacher's voice stopped, he went up to perform a program.
The game has started. Because I sat in the front, the flowers soon reached my hand. I was in a panic. I got the flowers and immediately passed them on to the students behind me, but the flowers in the middle fell once, which made me even more panicked. I thought: this thing won't stop at my place! Fortunately, it has gone, and I thought to myself: This "disaster star" has finally gone, which makes me sweat. Fortunately, it was sent away! Finally, the flower stopped on our classmate Lin, probably because he was in a daze just now and didn't know what to do. After being called by the teacher, he barely recited a poem.
The second round of the competition began, and Liao sent the flowers to her hand. With a wave of his hand, the flower drew a perfect parabola and fell in front, causing the whole class to burst into laughter, and the parties even buried their heads under the table and laughed. I thought: He must have been scolded by the teacher. What a pity! After the teacher came to remind us, the game continued. Finally, the flowers fell into the hands of the music class representative. She gracefully walked onto the platform and sang a few songs.
There was no movement at the beginning of the next round, and then it got out of hand, and thunderous laughter suddenly sounded in the classroom. After repeating the rules, the teacher put the flowers back where they went wrong.
After several rounds, because we were so excited, the teacher had to take back the flowers and review the wonderful game with us. Only then did I know that as long as I looked carefully, there were many things that happened in a few seconds, which was quite wonderful!
Ideal is everyone's vision and future. Ideal is like a rainbow on the horizon, rich and colorful. People without ideals must be poor.
My ideal is to be a lawyer. When I saw lawyers plausibly seeking justice for the victims in court on TV, I felt admiration in my heart. How I hope that in the near future, like those uncles and aunts, I can stand in a solemn court and use my rich legal knowledge to seek justice for the victims.
In the third grade of primary school, something happened, and because of it, I really wanted to be a lawyer.
At that time, it was our autumn outing, and the teacher gave us a piece of clothes and told us to put it away and not to lose it. But after a while, two classmates quarreled. It doesn't bother me. I usually make big things small and small things disappear. So, these two students asked me to comment on them. After listening to the whole story, I frowned and said, "It's just a small matter, isn't it?" Then he said to another person, "Although you didn't mean to, at least apologize to her. You shouldn't scold him and push him with your mouth open. " The two students seemed to understand something and apologized to each other.
When I got home, I told my father about it. My father said, "It's easy for you to be a lawyer when you grow up." But my father's words let me open up a new path for myself; Be a lawyer. That is, from then on, the word "lawyer" sprouted in my heart, and I still remember it until now.
The happiest thing in the world is to fight for the ideal. Ideals are also the driving force for progress. Without ideals, life is like a stagnant pool. Therefore, we should start from a small tree with an ideal and move forward with it.
My ideal is not as great and proud as others. Even a little ridiculous, my ideal is to be an excellent little actor. Whenever I see stars and child stars performing on TV, I envy them very much. If I could be on TV, what an honor it would be. I know that being a little actor requires appearance, endurance and experience ... I know that I have many shortcomings and have never been on any shining stage. I don't have the courage. I'm scared. I'm afraid I'll make a fool of myself if I don't behave well. In front of many people, I dare not speak and face everyone. There are many stars, who used to be ordinary people, and no one knows him. Andy Lau was just a barber before he became a big star ... They must have their own stories about chasing their dreams. I also want to try the feeling of flying.
When there was a childlike innocence exhibition, my dear friends and I went up to perform the sketch "Conscription". What is there to be proud of for everyone? There are so many children's heart shows held in the school that I dare not go on stage to show myself and perform because I have no guts. This can be said to be my first performance on stage. Now Zhao Jia Le and Ye Yi are invited to perform the sketch "Conscription". At this time, the host reported my name. I was flattered, but I was still a little nervous. "Come on stage, come on stage! "Lively Le Jia remind everyone. It was my line from the beginning. I summoned up my confidence and said loudly, "The boss is not good, not good, our pirated company ..." As soon as the voice fell, the audience applauded. I immediately put my nervousness behind me. The wonderful performance was over, and the audience cheered again and again. After stepping down, many students came to us and asked, "Did you come up with this sketch yourself? "... in short, it makes me very happy. I think this performance gave me confidence. Actually, I'm here, and I also want to thank my classmate Zhao Jiale, a girl with performance experience. She encouraged me and taught me before the performance. Thank you, Le Jia!
This is my ideal, my dream, I will persevere to realize my dream, and I will never slack off to realize my dream.
Everyone has a small ideal in his heart. In my mind, my ideal is to be an excellent teacher.
When I was very young, I had a little dream-to be a great scientist, because I liked to study things at that time. But for a while, I was fascinated by detective comics. Later, I changed my ideal and wanted to be a famous detective like Sherlock Holmes. Because the detective's work is thrilling, it can help people solve mysteries. Once, I read a detective cartoon. The detective almost lost his life looking for evidence. Since then, my ideal has been shaken, and I don't want to die early.
One day, my mother joked, "Don't you like Altman?" You are him! "I said seriously," ok, but I don't have a mask and a transformer. What should I do? " Mom smiled and said, "I'll buy it for you." "In this way, I became the patron saint of justice. When I put on a mask and transformers to look for monsters in the community, I was laughed at by other children: "Look! That fake Altman! "Now that I think about it, I was too naive.
Now I am a fifth-grade student. When I grow up, I understand a lot of truth. Knowing that the ideal is a person's goal in life, you can't give up easily because you encounter some difficulties. We must make unremitting efforts and struggle for our ideals, and our ideals can become a reality. Now I am studying hard for my ideal-an excellent teacher. I want to spread all my knowledge to my students and light up the road of life for them.
Ideal is like a seedling, waiting for you to fertilize it. Go, go bravely, success is beckoning to you!
My ideal is to be an excellent doctor, a doctor is a lofty profession, and it is a doctor's bounden duty to save lives. Doctors save people from outpatient service to operation, which is related to people's lives. So they are always absorbed and dare not neglect.
When I grow up, I also want to learn the spirit of doctors. Their purpose is to cure diseases and save lives. A doctor should be honest and realistic in addition to excellent medical skills. There was once a surgeon, Qiu Fazu, who studied in Germany in his early years and saved many Jews during World War II. When he was teaching in Tsinghua University after returning home, the students asked him a question. Qiu Fazu shook his head and said frankly, "Sorry, I don't know!" Suddenly, the classroom was boiling. Someone asked him, "You are a professor! Why not? " He replied that Chairman Mao said that if you don't understand, you don't understand. Don't pretend to understand. Say that finish, there was warm applause in the classroom. What can this story tell us? Explain that as long as a person has integrity, he will win everyone's respect. This is especially true as a doctor.
If you want to realize your ideal, you must work hard. So, from now on, I will study cultural knowledge well. However, will I succeed after I embark on a journey with my ideals? Don't! A bigger test awaits us: the wine on the way will anesthetize us, the beautiful scenery will tempt us, the tall iceberg will hinder us, and the torrential rain will hurt us. Whether to persist or give up in the face of this crisis is entirely in our own hands.
Even the strong will move forward for their own ideals.
Everyone has ideals, and I am no exception. So, now let me talk about my ideal career.
My ideal career is a writer. Why is there such an ideal? Please listen to me slowly.
In fact, my previous compositions were very poor, and I almost never got "excellent", but they were all "good". However, once, I wrote an essay entitled "Monkeys Catch the Moon", which was actually read by the teacher as a model essay! This gives me great confidence. Since then, my composition has often been proposed by teachers as a model essay.
I made up my mind at that time: I must be a writer! The reason is: I fell in love with writing! Even if you don't want to write, you can't wait to write the story as long as you write the second paragraph. ...
I often fantasize that I will become a celebrity and be sought after by adults and children after I become a writer. ...
Fantasy is beautiful, but it is far from reality. I want to be a writer. I may need to work hard. For example, although I want to be a writer, I am lazy and don't practice much at ordinary times. My thoughts are not deep enough, and the thoughts summarized every time are not deep enough. ...
But for my ideal, I am now more diligent, more active in writing, reading more extracurricular books (but more literature and the like), and further improving my ideological depth. Let my ideal get closer and closer to me until it is completed.
My ideal is to be a writer. Although I seem to be far away from it now, I will definitely try to make it closer and closer to me. Although, I know that there will be bumps along the way, I will try my best to overcome them and make this ideal and fantasy come true!
Unit 3, Book 2, Grade 6 Composition 13: The bright moonlight shines on the Chinese book, and the breeze blows into my room and across my face. It's already late at night, and the insects outside are having a "concert", which is getting more and more lively. The pond on summer night is their stage. While listening to their music, I review the content of tomorrow's exam. I silently cheered myself up and said that I would do well in the exam tomorrow.
Early summer morning, the classroom is cool, I look at the papers on the desktop, my heart is very calm, like a calm sea. I began to look at the first question. I reviewed this kind of question last night, so I wrote the answer with confidence. Then I began to look at the second question, and my heart thumped. Why do I feel that I don't care about the purpose and significance of solving the problem? My heart beat faster, and sweat poured out from the palm of my hand holding the pen. Because the score of this question is very high, if this question is wrong, it will be difficult to achieve the goal I set before the exam. I read the topic twice attentively, and finally understood the meaning of the topic, and immediately wrote down the answer. I took a deep breath and continued to do the problem. The fourth question, I reviewed a similar question last night, but I actually don't know how to do it. I was so anxious that I knocked on my forehead and calmly recalled what I reviewed last night. But the more I think about it, the more I feel that my heart is about to explode. I just tried to take a deep breath to calm my heart. After a long time, I finally worked out the answer slowly. Next, I will speed up and do the rest of the questions well, because this question has delayed me too much time. "Ding-Ding-",the familiar bell rang again, and the examination time was over. I handed in the paper I just finished tightly.
A few days later, the teacher said that the test paper had been graded. Feeling uneasy, thinking about going home happily today? Or will you go home with a bitter face? When the teacher sent me my test paper, I opened my eyes a little and looked at the score. People jumped up happily, and I achieved my goal. I shouted with joy!
Everyone has his own ideals, some want to be a reporter, some want to be an interpreter, some want to be a soldier, some want to be a designer, and some want to be an inventor.
I want to be an inventor, because inventors can invent many things to help people and robots defend our motherland, so I want to be an inventor.
If I were an inventor, I would invent many robots to serve people. Let me introduce these robots to you.
The first one is that it uses a seeder to sow seeds in spring, and it can harvest millet, sorghum and other crops with a knife in autumn harvest and put them in the warehouse. In the farmland with bugs and voles, it will eat the bugs one by one. If some crops wither, it will cut off the withered crops, put them in its mouth and convert them into its energy.
Second, the border guards, a highly intelligent robot, are made of steel and have a hard mouth in the world. It has a strong defense force. When bullets and shells hit it, it turned into scrap iron. It also has advanced weapons. When it finds the enemy, it will attack the enemy mercilessly until the enemy surrenders or is destroyed.
Third, a miner, with his left eye, can detect whether there are minerals in thousands or tens of thousands of meters underground. If the minerals are in the water, he will jump into the water, dig in the mining area with his hands, and then put the minerals into his stomach with his hands, and he can catch dozens of kilograms almost every time.
In order to realize my ideal, I will study hard and make progress every day, because only in this way can I realize my ideal.
This is my ideal.