I am in the sixth grade, and my essay 1 Time flies, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, I am in the sixth grade.
The sixth grade indicates that we have grown up and also tells us that primary school life is coming to an end. I'm not sure whether this is a happy thing or a sad thing. I always have an unspeakable feeling in my heart. ...
Recalling when I first entered primary school, I liked to run to the door of the sixth grade class after class. I always look at those big brothers and sisters with envy, hoping that one day I can be as tall, great and knowledgeable as them. Now, I have really done it, but I also feel that my pressure has increased. To tell the truth, in my eyes, the sixth grade is completely different from other grades: because after the sixth grade, we will go to junior high school, and we will face countless difficulties if we want to leave our alma mater, our classmates who have struggled with us for many years. Naturally, we are reluctant to part. Secondly, in this school year, we must redouble our efforts to graduate with excellent results and live up to the teachers and parents who have given us high hopes.
So before the start of this semester, I had a detailed plan: 1, and I should pay more attention to class. 2. Read more extracurricular books after school to increase extracurricular knowledge. If you don't understand the topic, you can't skip it easily. You should try your best to understand this difficult problem. 4. Pay close attention to reviewing at home. In addition to the sixth grade subjects, other grades should also be carefully looked at. Wait a minute.
In addition, in this last semester, I want to say to my classmates, "Although we haven't been together for a long time, I have always regarded you as my good friends. However, we are about to graduate, and it may be difficult to meet again after graduation. How I wish time could pass slowly, so that I can stay with you for a long time. " I also want to say to the teacher: "Teacher, thank you for your inculcation and let us know more knowledge. Dear teacher, I really hate to part with you! "
I am in the sixth grade. 2. Nature always depicts its own language in ordinary things around us. These languages secretly reveal the true meaning of many lives. Its rich connotation is convincing, but careless people will never see it, and people who always sit at home will never understand it. Only by careful understanding can we feel the wonder and magic of language.
The earth is so boundless, whether it is clear in Wan Li, drizzling, or thunder and lightning, he always stretches like that and sings like that. In spring, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the earth is covered with new green clothes. It hummed a cheerful and familiar song: "Where is Spring"; In summer, the sun scorched the earth and the earth was scorched by the sun. At this time, the tree came to shelter it from the wind and rain, and it sang that beautiful song for the tree: "The Remaining Summer"; In autumn, orange is red, orange is green, sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, golden leaves are everywhere, bright red flags are raised in maple trees, and the earth sings that sweet song: maple; In winter, the cold wind blows hard, dripping water turns into ice, and the earth becomes white. It sings the song "Serious Snow". On the earth, some places are Ma Pingchuan, some places are bumpy, and some places are high mountains and deep streams ... but no matter what happens, the earth can always carry everything. So deep, you can run and jump; Wide enough to fly and trek. Oh, I read it from the vast land: just like the boundless land can carry everything, only by reading widely can people learn more and understand more and achieve something.
The wind is blowing from all directions, erratic and surging. Sometimes I wander in the crowd for a long time, sometimes I rush through the crowd and disappear instantly. Sometimes I am like a soaring dragon, roaring and flying, and sometimes I am like a shy little girl, whispering and gently touching everything. It is always changing, or vigorously shaking branches and leaves, or quietly running to the flagpole to play. He always brings breath from all directions and takes it away quickly. Oh, I read from the whisper of the wind: people should also integrate into society, so as to keep abreast of all kinds of new news.
The language of nature is rich and colorful. As long as you explore, find, discover and experience with your heart, the perseverance of dripping stones, the perseverance of mountains and the diligence and courage of bees are all languages contained in nature, which can benefit people a lot.
I am in the sixth grade. There are thousands of people in Qian Qian, but Ding Chuannan, who is bald, and I have been sitting at the same table for almost four years. This may be what teachers often say about fate. In the quarrel and disgust, I gradually understood him.
At the beginning of the fourth grade, a crooked 38th parallel was separated by an orange table, and my deskmate said sternly to me, "Whoever dares to cross the 38th parallel, his things will be owned by the other party!" Because of this line, I can't help but dislike him. I had the idea of changing deskmates for the nth time. I totally misunderstood him. He was naughty and joking, teasing me. I thought angrily: if you dare to confiscate my things, I will tell the teacher!
In the next few days, either my arm crossed the 38th parallel or my textbook crossed the 38th parallel, and my heart kept twitching for fear that he would take it seriously. Unexpectedly, he just laughed it off. What surprised me most was that when I was confused in math class, I wrote the answer to the formula wrong. What's more, my beloved eraser is missing. I'm anxious like an ant on hot bricks, and my tears are coming out. When I was at a loss, my deskmate generously pushed the rubber over and solved my trouble at once.
I was puzzled by his behavior and couldn't help asking him, "You set the 38th parallel. Why don't you confiscate what I have surpassed and lend me an eraser instead? " The deskmate patted her thigh and smiled brightly: "I learned about the 38th parallel from my sister, so I'm going to play!" In an instant, I understood what he meant. Isn't he a naughty boy running around the playground in grade one? He has always been a naughty boy and likes novelty. I thought to myself: naughty children are also friendly.
Although the 38th parallel will always be overbearing and divide the table, in my eyes, it is a line with good memories. This line made me understand the naughty deskmate.
Once upon a time, there lived a little snail in the forest. Every day, when he is hungry, he goes out to look for food. Sleeping in his shell, that is, his home, is very comfortable.
One day, there was a storm in the sky. The little snail was unguarded, its shell was blown away by the storm, and it had no home. It was very sad, so it decided to find another new home.
The little snail crawled and bumped into the little bee. It said to the little bee, "Little bee, my shell was blown away by the wind." I have no home. Can I stay at your house? " "Sorry, there are too many people in my family to squeeze in. Please look elsewhere. " The little bee said sorry.
So the little snail had to keep climbing. It crawled and crawled and met a little frog. The snail said to the frog, "Brother Frog, my house is gone. Can I stay at your house? " "I'm afraid not," said the little frog. My house is by the pond. You will fall into the water! " "
The little snail continued to climb. It crawls and crawls. When it saw a dragonfly flying overhead, it quickly shouted, "Brother Dragonfly, can I stay in your house?" "No, my home is in a tree. You climb very well. "
The little snail was very depressed and sad, thinking, "What if I can't find a new home?" Then a little ant came up and asked, "What's wrong with you, little snail?" The little snail told the little ant sadly how his home was blown away by the wind and how he searched everywhere for things he couldn't find. He said, "Little ant, please do something for me." The little ant said, "Snail, don't be sad. What's that on your back? " ? ! "The little snail looked around the river and found a new shell on his back." Haha, I have a new home! I have a new home! "
I am in the sixth grade, struggling at my desk on a moonlit night. In the third grade, the pressure of the senior high school entrance examination made me think of giving up more than once. My eyelids are getting heavier. I can't help it I fell asleep at my desk. ...
In the dim light, I saw a European building. There was a sound from inside. I walked in and saw a scrawny foreigner with sawdust in his mouth and the other end on the piano. Tap the keys with both hands. I recognized him as Beethoven, so I wrote the question on a piece of paper and asked him, "Why do you insist on being a musician?" After a long silence, he replied, "This is my dream, and I will stick to it no matter what difficulties I encounter", and then continued to practice the piano.
Walking out of Beethoven's home, I thought, "Is this the power of persistence?" Unconsciously, I came to a shabby house again.
I walked into the room and found no one on it. There was a faint light in the basement from time to time. It turned out that Edison was hiding in the laboratory to do experiments. With a hiss, the light bulb just lit went out again. So I went up to him and asked him, "I failed so many times, and you never thought about giving up?" "Give up, once thought about it, and later found that I couldn't let it go, so I told myself to work harder and work harder ... so I have been insisting until now." I nodded thoughtfully and bowed my head and walked out of the laboratory.
I woke up suddenly. Looking around, as usual, there is still a lot of unfinished homework on the desk. I had a dream. Suddenly there is a kind of persistence. I don't want to and can't be a deserter in the battlefield where there is no smoke in the senior high school entrance examination. Nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets his mind to it. Thanks for that dream, let me understand and persist.
When I was in the sixth grade and six hours old, I was very timid. I have always been afraid that others will blame me for screwing up, so I dare not try or speak my mind.
I like to hide myself, and I don't like others to discover the real me, because I have denied myself. So when others express their opinions, I just nod my head for fear of offending others. Gradually, it became a habit of mine. I live in my own fears and worries, so my life is not happy.
But an accidental opportunity made me change my mind ...
"Does anyone want to be a host?" The new head teacher stood on the platform and said with a bright smile. Many students raised their hands one after another, but I held the book in front of me, lowered my head deeply, held the book tightly with both hands, and silently read "Don't slap me, don't slap me." But I gradually feel that the burning eyes of the class teacher are turning to me. Sure enough, she came up to me slowly and asked me with a smile, "Is that all right?"? This classmate! " In a panic, I nodded. I just wanted to refuse her, but before I could say it, the teacher immediately said, "All right, you!" " "I have to look helpless. At this time, my classmates all looked back at me. After all, this is the first time.
The bonus outside the window is all powder, which is particularly brilliant under the sunlight!
After class, I felt a little happy. I think it's because my classmates noticed me, but I'm more afraid because they noticed me! I started to panic and had to sit in my seat. The head teacher seems to read my mind. She came to me, touched my shoulder and smiled. A smile is as beautiful as a flower, with an indescribable tenderness. At this time, I seem to be supported by a force, just like the window of my heart was opened instantly. I began to recite the manuscript carefully. Slowly, my classmates and I began to communicate and play. The timid and introverted me slowly disappeared. ...
On that day, I walked to the podium in fear and trembling. Facing the microphone, I took a deep breath. Looking at the thousands of viewers below, I can't help but feel more nervous. When I looked around and was at a loss, I looked at the flowers not far away. Their faces seemed to be filled with smiles, just like the head teacher's! I suddenly came to the spirit and finished this speech perfectly! The following classmates applauded for me, and my heart couldn't help but get excited!
I know that from then on, the teacher's bright smile blooms silently in my heart like a flower, which makes me braver!
I am in the sixth grade. In the morning, I walked to the back of the teaching building, only a few steps away, but I was greeted by several junior students. I know what they think, because I once looked at my big brother and sister in grade six with awe and envy, and I said to myself countless times: If only I could be as tall and great as them. ...
Now, I am in the sixth grade, and finally I am the oldest child in a real primary school!
Happy sixth grade. Originally in the eyes of others, I will always be a "girl", but now I can go to Chaiqiao and Ningbo by car alone; It turned out that the girl who laughed wildly when nothing happened learned to cover her mouth and smile. The short school uniform is tight on me. Does that mean I slipped through my fingers when I was young?
The sixth grade is very stressful. Everyone is working hard towards a school that can support our dreams. With the aggravation of studies, parents' expectations, teachers' advice, endless burdens are like a mountain. Yes, I'm in the sixth grade. I must work hard for my future and my life!
Sixth grade is very sad. Lonely phoenix tree weaves lasting pain, under the hibiscus flower, our laughter is faintly audible, and our words are faintly lingering. In the future, it seems too far away to draw a indifferent smile on our faces. And summer will come, after all, we live far apart. Too much to give up, too much to let go. I can't bear forty-four smiling faces, and I can't let go of forty-four pure childlike innocence.
I am in the sixth grade. ...
I am in the sixth grade. My parents love us the most in the world, but love doesn't have to be talked about. Perhaps a criticism is also the infinite love of our parents.
On Friday night, I sat at my desk, picked up my schoolbag and looked for an English book. Suddenly my mind flashed the idea of studying with you or not. I froze in an instant and quickly put down the book. I didn't put my head in my schoolbag. I looked for it several times. Finally, I decided sadly that I left it in the classroom. I didn't bring it!
The news hit my fragile little heart like a bolt from the blue and almost broke into eight pieces.
"The English teacher just gave a lecture before the start of school, and it was completely fun when it was over." I almost let out a cry of despair. With the last hope, I moved to my father's side and rubbed my clothes behind my back, sweating all over.
Finally, I got up the courage to say to my father, "Dad, did you bring my English?" Please print it for me! " "
Dad looked up and stared at me for a long time. I feel more guilty. I looked down and stared at the floor. I dare not look straight into my father's sharp and clever eyes.
"With you forget to take? Why don't you check it before you leave the classroom? When you come back, you come to me to help you print. Why don't you tell the reporter yourself ... "In the face of dad's question, I can only keep my mouth shut. But later, the more I listened, the more I felt wronged, and finally I couldn't bear it.
"I didn't forget to bring your partner this time! Are you so angry? Can't you print it for me? As I spoke, tears rolled down involuntarily, dripping on the floor and breaking into several petals, just like my mood now.
I went back to my room, immediately put out the desk lamp, got into bed, wrapped myself with only half my head exposed, and always wanted to go to bed quickly and forget about it.
The next day arrived as scheduled. I sat on the bed, holding the quilt, and subconsciously looked at the desk, but I was shocked! A printed document lying quietly on the table seems to have been waiting for me for a long time. ...
I took a printed test paper and looked at the English letters clearly visible on it. At that moment, I finally understood fatherly love! His love permeates those criticisms and this fatherly document, and grows with me all the way.
I am in the sixth grade. This year, I am in the sixth grade. Joy in my heart was added to my face. I thought it would be easier and easier to read the sixth grade, but I didn't expect to be more and more tired!
Chinese, math, English. Teachers and parents have repeatedly reminded us that the sixth grade is here! Teachers and parents thought that this would improve our grades, but we didn't expect our grades to drop and our learning attitude to be negative.
What is the reason? It is the education of teachers and parents, very surprised! In fact, teachers and parents have been reminding me, which makes me feel depressed and annoyed.
Although the teacher's homework is not much, it always reminds us to work hard; Although parents are not fierce, they are fierce in assigning homework.
This kind of life is like fresh apples washed in sewage, which stinks; This kind of life is like a mosquito buzzing, which is annoying; This kind of life is as noisy as sleeping and ringing the bell.
Although we are in the sixth grade, we are still very lively. We hope to do what we like happily, and we like to be crazy everywhere every day, instead of being confined to books and study every day.
Our self-confidence, our liveliness and our ideals have all disappeared in the repeated exams and fears.
Please let us regain our confidence! Give us a happy childhood!
I am in the sixth grade. It's late at night 10. The neighbor's lights went out one by one, but I couldn't sleep. I picked up a book "Selected Poems of Su Shi" and read it eagerly. Time passed slowly, and gradually, my head hung down and I fell asleep on this book.
In my dream, I seem to have come to a place. This is a big lake. A ship is sailing in the middle of the lake. The dark blue night seems to be connected with the sky. A bright moon rises from the back of Dongshan Mountain, and the breeze blows gently. The surface of the water is calm, milky white mist streaks across the river, and the cold water seems to be connected with the sky. I suddenly remembered a landscape in Su Shi's Selected Poems. Isn't this Chibi? The wind was so strong that the golden leaves were blown off. The river flows eastward, ripples appear on the water surface, and the boat in the middle of the river is shaken by the wind. The people on board seemed to feel it, opened the curtains and came out of the cabin. God, isn't this Su Shi, a great scholar?
I left "Red Cliff Fu" and entered the chapter "Ode to Pork". Look! Su Shi sat by the pot, and the kitchen smelled of meat. While adding firewood, Su Shi sang: "Huangzhou is good pork, and the price is as cheap as dirt ... It's strange that Su Shi is so optimistic! According to the records in the book, Su Shi was demoted to Huangzhou for group training. Su Shi lived a very poor life in this desolate place. He should be in Lacrimosa every day. How could he ...?
When I woke up, I learned more about Su Shi, an unrestrained poet. When I read Selected Poems of Su Shi in this mood, I had a unique view on these poems.
Su Shi is an immortal pearl in the history of China literature. The quicksand of the years did not bury him, but sharpened him smoother and more dazzling. Su Shi, this name will be engraved in my heart forever.