Unit 3 Composition of Grade 6 1 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!
Everyone has his own ideal, and I am no exception. When I was a child, my little treasure chest also contained colorful ideals. Today, I will open my treasure chest and show you all the treasures in it.
I had my first dream when I was very young. Be a policewoman. The ideal of childhood now seems ridiculous and naive. At that time, I actually fell in love with the beautiful police uniform of the policewoman and stood in the middle of the road with them to direct traffic. But soon, my ideal changed, because I gradually understood the hardships and difficulties of being a policewoman.
Therefore, becoming a painter has become my second dream. I have been very sensitive to painting since I was a child, and I like painting very much. I often draw some masterpieces for my parents. My parents learned that I like painting and immediately enrolled me in an art class. It may be because of the playful nature of children. After taking the art class, I became less fond of painting. I even ran out of art class to play with my classmates. In this way, my second ideal came to nothing.
When I had my third dream, I was already in the fourth grade of primary school. The ideal at that time was to be a teacher. Since childhood, I have come into contact with many teachers, some of whom are old and experienced. There are also young and inexperienced people. But no matter what kind of teachers they are and what subjects they teach, I like them very much. In the future, I will stand on a high platform like them and teach my students.
Now I am a sixth-grade student. I am about to enter middle school. Today, I am not a child who knows nothing; Now, I have my own unique views and ideas on some things. Now my ideal is to be a person who contributes to society. Maybe you will say that this is not ideal. But in this long study career, I am not sure whether my ideal will change again. But what I am sure of is that what I will never change is to be a person who contributes to society and all mankind.
Nowadays, many students often talk about their lofty ideals and ambitions. But I often don't do some small things that should be done around me. Even some basic social ethics have not been achieved. If you want to realize your ideal, you should start from the small things around you and start from yourself. There can be no idea of "not doing it for good, not doing it for evil". This idea. We should lay a solid foundation for our ideals. It can finally be realized! Maybe your ideals are as numerous as stars, and your ideals will never change. But no matter what career and work I want to do when I grow up, there is only one thing that I will never change, and that is, I will start from small things and always start from myself. Be a person who contributes to society and all mankind!
My dream
Tolstoy said: Ideal is the guiding light. Without ideals, there is no firm direction; There is no life without direction. My ideal is to be a painter and paint a colorful world and a world of my own.
Being a painter is my greatest ideal. When I was a child, I thought painting was fun, and I was very proud when I picked up a pen and paper. Now I think painting can calm me down and see the world. Whenever I see something beautiful, I can't help but pick up a painting and write it down, then put it in my favorites and have a look from time to time. It's like the beauty I collected in my heart's favorites in the process of pursuing my ideals.
Sixth grade Unit 3 Composition 3 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 weak, you should eat more supplements! " "
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 my son found out, he gave up the opportunity to go to college and found a job in the village. ...
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. ...
Ideal is the beacon of life navigation. Because there are ideals, people will fight for their own ideals. My ideal is to be a diligent gardener-a teacher and a glorious people's teacher.
Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others; Teachers, like gardeners, cultivate young seedlings into towering trees. Teachers are engineers of the human soul. Generation after generation of teachers have worked hard year after year on that three-foot platform, selfless dedication, spreading knowledge and human civilization, and trained groups of outstanding talents for the country, making the society more civilized and the country more prosperous and strong.
When I was in kindergarten, my teacher taught us to sing and dance and told us stories. At that time, I thought the teacher was really amazing and great, and knew everything. I think: when I grow up, I want to be a magical teacher and teach all my knowledge to children. Slowly, when I grow up, I feel that the teacher is more powerful. As long as the teacher speaks, the words I don't know and the knowledge I don't understand will suddenly become clear. When we met with setbacks, the teacher gave us encouragement. The teacher is really great, just like a book, so many knowledgeable teachers know that as long as we see the kind face of the teacher, even the most difficult things will be simple and disappear. This strengthened my belief in being a teacher.
How wonderful it would be if I became a teacher, boarded a three-foot platform, taught children knowledge and led them to swim in the ocean of knowledge! I will treat students as my own children, take care of them like my own children, educate them, and let them understand the true meaning of life from a small story of truth, goodness and beauty; Let them appreciate the silence of "a thousand sounds are quiet, but the sound of the bell is lingering" from the picturesque poems of Tang and Song Dynasties, let them feel the magic of nature from the budding, and let them feel the magic of language from English words. Let them feel the magic of the mathematics kingdom from the vivid numbers. I will also let children find fun in their studies, learn in fun and fall in love with learning. When they hold the trophy, I will tell them, "Don't be proud, you must make persistent efforts in the future"; When they are discouraged by the difficulties in their growth, I will tell them: "Don't be discouraged, the sunshine is always after the storm, and persistence is victory." Educate my children as the teacher taught us at that time, and cultivate them into a good child with love, responsibility and sense of justice, and become useful talents to society when they grow up.
I have been making unremitting efforts for this ideal, studying every subject in a down-to-earth manner and climbing towards this goal step by step. ...
Everyone has a lamp in his heart, and its name is ideal; Everyone has a long way to go, and its name is life. There is a famous saying: it is terrible for people to live without ideals. Indeed, without ideals, where did they get their energy? But I have many ideals.
When I was very young, I set myself a lofty ideal, that is, I must be a teacher when I grow up. On the one hand, because my mother is a teacher, I am deeply infected by the teacher's hard work. On the one hand, because I think teachers are huge, they can make contributions to the motherland and cultivate more talents who love the motherland, love the people, have scientific culture and have high exploration energy.
I stand on the three-foot platform every day to impart knowledge to the "small audience". My students are all young talents. They all sit up straight in class. When I asked someone to answer the question, he stood up politely and answered the question completely. After class, I won't rush to the office and sit in a chair and drink water leisurely. Instead, I will put down my hand and work with the children under the teaching building. Let the children relax after intense study. Every weekend, I will take my students to the park to play or visit the military camp, and use my unique method to let the children gradually develop good habits of diligence and love of work.
People always live in reality and illusion, and people are also turning illusory efforts into reality. When I am frustrated, that ideal will give me courage. I always believe that great ideals can only be successfully realized through selfless struggle and death.
I believe that as long as I have this idea in my mind and work hard for this wish, it will definitely come true.
Everyone has a dream, a lofty ideal, including me. My struggle is only to realize and complete my dream.
I have always wanted to be a designer, a carefree senior white-collar worker living in a comfortable environment.
As a white-collar worker, it is a reward for parents to live in a good environment. They raised me, educated me and guided me. They are my street lamps, illuminating me and letting me face the other side of success. From the day my sister and I were born, my parents worked harder and harder to make money, creating a good environment for me and making me a happy child.
I want to be a designer, not only to repay my parents, but also to make the motherland more prosperous and add colorful wings to the motherland.
Maybe, after more than ten years, I sit in my office every day with a pen in my hand and a sheet piling under it. I am scratching my head, thinking about my plan and creating inspiration. Over time, the draft paper was scattered all over the floor, and there was no inspiration in my mind. I think, under those papers, I have worked very hard to get that excellent work. Many years later, people began to
In the future, in order to fulfill my dream and realize my ideal, I will study painting and take math classes in my spare time while ensuring good study ... I will study hard and strive for excellent results in all subjects. I have to do this in order to make my future more brilliant.
I will fight and fight for him.
Unit 3, Grade 6 I am a grass, ordinary and ordinary.
In March, the breeze blew, and under the warm sunshine, Mother Earth woke up. So, she woke us up in her arms.
Open your sleepy eyes, "ah! Mom, why is it so dark? Why can't I see anything? " Mother smiled and said, "Son, the light is above you. Come on, climb up your mother's shoulder, and you can see the light, the blue sky, the floating clouds, and the flowing streams ... "
So, I embarked on a journey. The target is mom's shoulder. Darkness, loneliness, cold, fear, my heart is trembling. But when I think of the sky, clouds, streams ... I struggle in hope and never look back.
One day, two days, one week, two weeks, finally, I stood on my mother's shoulder. Sure enough, the sky with clouds is so blue and the gurgling stream is so beautiful ... At this moment, the breath of life is everywhere, including mine.
Another month passed, and under the care of my mother, I became stronger. One day, two people came to our house with a board. I poked my head out curiously and stared at them. Ah, it looks strange. I saw them put the boards in their hands, looked at me and my brothers and sisters, then waved their pens and whispered something. I'm all ears. "You see, what a beautiful painting, heaven and earth are the best designers. Look, how green the grass is. Since March, they broke ground and endured endless pain, so today, they are full of enthusiasm. They are the ones who really understand the meaning of life. Although ordinary, they are eager for life and love life. "
"Yes!" Another person went on to say, "They have suffered countless times. In the wind and rain and cold wind, they never give in. Ordinary and ordinary reality has explained the miracle of life. "
"People always pursue greatness, thinking that greatness is the only thing in life, and only greatness can cast a monument to life. I think when they see these grasses, they will definitely say that they are wrong. "
After listening to their words, I was confused. So, I relayed these words to my mother. Mother listened, nodded and said, "Son, you will understand later."
Months have passed and I am getting old. At the moment when life is about to die, I finally understand that life is not a matter of size. Although I am just an ordinary grass, I have not lost the meaning of life.
I have no regrets in this life.
Today, our class held a wonderful debate. First of all, Ms. Wen Ding spoke. She said: "Students, for various reasons in life, sometimes white lies are needed. But some people think that people should be honest and don't lie. Today, we have a heated debate on the theme of honesty and white lies. The positive view is that people should be honest and not lie. The opponent's point of view is that white lies are needed in life. "
After the free combination, the pros and cons began to debate. Founder's classmate Lu Jiarui couldn't wait to stand up and say, "Lies are called lies because they are false, untrue and deceptive. If a person often lies and cheats others, he will lose people's trust over time. Just like the children in the story "Wolf Coming", they always call the wolf for happiness, but when the wolf really comes, no one will believe him. The child was punished for lying, which shows that lying hinders honesty. "
Not to be outdone, Yao Conghui retorted: "There are white lies everywhere in life. There was once a little girl with leukemia. Later in her life, when her mother asked her what her greatest wish was, she said that she wanted to go to Tiananmen Square to watch the flag-raising ceremony. How can parents not satisfy a dying girl's last wish? But her home is far away in Xinjiang. If her requirements are met, the doctor is afraid that the girl can't stand the fatigue of the journey. So a volunteer with more than 20xx people began to fabricate lies: from getting on the bus to taking a long-distance bus, from announcing the name of the station to the waiter bringing water and tea, everyone deliberately arranged. Finally, she was sent to a school. In the national anthem accompanied by a military band, the blind girl thought that she had really arrived at the long-awaited Tiananmen Square and held the national flag to pay tribute to the Young Pioneers. If family members, doctors and volunteers over 20xx don't want it, just tell the girl the truth. This girl will not only lose confidence in life, but also make her condition worse. Can it be said that their white lies hinder honesty? "
Debater Chen Xuefeng moved out the famous saying: "Mark Twain once said:' When you can't make up your mind, tell the truth, which will embarrass your opponent and make your friends feel relieved.' Therefore, the expert's point of view is: don't lie easily, even if it is a white lie. "
Opponent Shizi said confidently, "A lie out of good wishes is the nourishment of life and the source of faith. It makes people ignite the fire of hope from the heart, convinced that there is love, trust and touch in this world, so they find more reasons to laugh at life. "
Both sides held their own words in the heated argument, trying to convince each other with their own reasons.
Finally, Teacher Ding summed up the debate: "Both sides have fully proved their views. In life, we should be honest, but' white lies' are also essential, which is beyond reproach. Let's be an honest and kind boy! "
This is really a wonderful debate!