Unit 3 Composition of Grade 6 1 "Di-A! Hey-answer! "It's raining, I hurriedly open an umbrella. Just as I looked up, he came into my sight-
In the distance, a disabled old man, unfortunately losing his legs, knelt on a movable board. Too old, thin, dark gray face; Wearing rags and sheltering from the rain under the eaves; He hunched his back and stretched out his hand to pedestrians like a dead branch. However, most passers-by turned a blind eye and hurried on.
It was dark and raining. I looked at the old man, and a wave of sympathy welled up in my heart. I walked over. His eyes were covered with messy wrinkles, like an ancient cypress skin; A pair of dull eyes sank deeply, and their eyes were full of begging; Protruding forehead is engraved with several deep wrinkles, as if it had been whipped by a whip; He was dressed in rags.
I felt in my pocket and there was only two yuan left. I looked at the old man again: I must give it to him! No matter how much.
I walked three steps at a time and handed him the money-Bo! At that moment, his hands were so thin that only skin and bones were left!
The old man said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, thank you!"
I looked up-my God! His face is pitifully thin, and you can see the protruding bones. Those dull eyes and white lips expressed sincere thanks.
"You're welcome." I said softly.
At that moment, I was about to cry. Those weather-beaten hands, begging eyes and thin face make people feel distressed. After walking away, I looked back: tattered clothes; A thin, dark face; Hands are like dead branches; A pair of dull eyes.
God bless him!
Comments: The author firmly grasped the description of the disabled old man's appearance, and in order from far to near, let us see the tattered clothes, thin, dark face, dead hands and dull eyes more clearly. The little author's "instant" action not only touched the old man, but also touched the reader. Let's all lend a helping hand like little writers, pass on this love and make the world full of sunshine forever.
Unit 3, Composition 2, Grade 6 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' chicken' who 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!
Three units and three ideals in the sixth grade composition will make desperate people start again; 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.
Unit 3 of the sixth grade composition Bing Xin's Little Orange Lantern has made countless literary lovers fondle admiringly; Lin's "Old Things in the South of the City" reminds people of that naive and selfless childhood; Yang's Naughty Ma Xiaotiao made countless children grin happily for a while ... The images of these women writers are deeply imprinted in my mind, and I want to be a writer, too.
According to my father, when I was one year old, my father put some things on the table, including a calculator, a brush, QQ candy, Bing Xin anthology ... and asked me to catch Zhou. I don't know why, but I picked up Bing Xin's portfolio and rummaged through it for a while. Dad smiled and said, "Does this child want to be a writer in the future?"
Since then, I have formed an indissoluble bond with books. When I was a child, I didn't know words or the contents of books, so I ran into my father's study with books in my arms every time, clamoring for my father to read them to me. Dad smiled and said, "you little bookworm!" " "
When I can spell, I clamored for my father to buy me some books with pinyin. I am reading those books on my desk. Although I am young, I study hard! That serious look is even better than dad's study!
As I grow older, I also know a lot of Chinese characters. Dad bought me many famous books, such as Water Margin, Bing Xin Prose, Complete Works of Lao She, Old Stories in the South of the City, Diary of a Laughing Cat ... I silently read and commented, and accumulated many good sentences. In reading, I met many female writers, such as Yang and Bing Xin. Their works are so flesh and blood, true feelings and so attractive. Since then, they have been a lamp in my heart, always shining in my heart. I thought to myself: I want to be a writer when I grow up.
Now, I have read countless books. Looking at Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry", I thought of the sin of wasting time, so I should cherish it in the future. When reading old stories in the south of the city, I also recall my carefree childhood and sometimes laugh at those stupid things. ...
I prefer reading and writing. Now I am working hard every day, and more than 10 excellent works have been published in newspapers and magazines. A few days ago, China Young Writers wrote to me and invited me to participate in the training. Although I am far away in Beijing, my heart seems to have flown there.
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I had a dream last night. I vaguely remember: the writer Bing Xin is revising my article; Yang is instructing me to write fairy tales. ...
Sixth grade composition Unit 3 Five lies are not all bad! I think: there is a kind of white lie in the world, and even a beautiful story can be woven!
If you don't believe me, I can tell you a story:
Some people were not rich when they were young. He has been in poor health since he was born. His father died before he was born, leaving him and his mother alone. During the day, his mother goes to work in the fields. At night, when she comes home, she will do some embroidery work. Every night, it is midnight. Every time she eats, her mother always leaves the delicious and nutritious food for him, and the unhealthy and nutritious food for herself. When my son was 8 years old, he asked his mother doubtfully, "Mom, why do you always leave those delicious foods to me?" Don't you like it? "Mom said," yes, I don't like it. You should eat more. You are too weak. You should eat more to supplement your nutrition! " "
By the year my son went to college, he had to pay more than 10 thousand yuan in tuition every semester. For this family, this number is simply astronomical! But mothers work harder to earn money for their children's education. Because of this, my mother broke down from overwork and could no longer do heavy work. After learning about it, my son gave up the opportunity to go to college and found a job with a monthly salary of more than 200 yuan in the village, barely satisfying his life and that of his mother.
Once, my son caught a fish from the river and came back to make soup for his mother. After the soup was cooked, his son gave his mother a big bowl and a small bowl for himself. The son put the bowl on the table, picked up the big bowl and said to his mother, "Mom, come and have soup!" " "Mom shook her head, pointed to the small bowl and said," No, I don't like fish soup the most! "This small bowl is enough for me! Drink a big bowl! You are weak, you should eat more supplementary nutrition! "
It didn't take long for people in the village to know that my son didn't go to college! Everyone in the village said that he was a fool and gave up his good future for his mother! What a fool! He said, "No, I'm not an idiot. If I am a fool, then you are big fools. Because only a big fool will ignore the people he loves for his fame and interests. Now even a fool like me knows to take care of his loved ones, so aren't you even lower? "
Soon, my mother passed away. Before she died, she also said that sentence: "You are weak, you should eat more supplementary nutrition!" " "
Look, this is a beautiful story woven by white lies. Do you like it?
In Unit 3, Grade Six, white lies are indispensable. This happened to me. My parents once lied to me, but all the lies they told me were well-intentioned.
I still remember when I was seven years old, my father was going abroad. At that time, my father told me a lie and went to Qingtian Station with my mother that day. My father is next to a car. I said to my father, "I want food and toys." At that time, I didn't know if it was because I was young and ignorant or something. I cried and said to my dad, "It turned out that my dad wouldn't allow me to buy it because our family was poor at that time." When I cried again, my father's heart was touched by me. Dad immediately said, "OK, dad will buy it for you." With that, my mother held me in her arms, while my father had gone to the nearest store to buy things. When I bought it back, I happily played with the toys my father bought and ate the delicious snacks my father bought. I told my mother that this snack is delicious! But dad got on the bus when I was happy. Dad, I left when I didn't know. When I looked back at my dad, I cried again. In the crying, my mother gently said to me, "Daughter, my father has gone far away to buy you candy and toys." I said, "Really, is it true? Dad really went to buy me candy and toys, mom? " I got down from my mother's arms, jumping and laughing. I shouted, "Dad brought me more candy and toys." I watched my father get on the bus, only to see him nodding to me. Then dad called and always said, "Dad will bring you a lot of food."
This is a lie my parents told me.