Elementary school students should have a longer 6th grade essay

Rain. Rain, I just like to rain.

A wisp of clouds and mist, the rain came quietly with light steps! I was excited to welcome the rain.

On the street, all kinds of umbrellas are like painting paper, and the mischievous raindrops are paintbrushes. depicts one beautiful ink painting after another.

I also opened my umbrella and went for a walk in the rain with a good mood. I took a deep breath, "The air in the rain is just different," I thought to myself. I was standing in the rain.

Quietly, I myself seemed to be a small drop of water falling from the sky. My companions and I were jogging and jogging down. Suddenly, I was caught by a leaf.

I seemed to hear a few insect chirps: "Refreshing and refreshing!" A few other small droplets also fell onto the leaf.

The leaves drooped gently, and we fell and fell into the creek. We greeted each other: "Hello, hello!

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of the rain is also different, from "Ding Dong Ding Dong" to "Bang Bang" At this time, the rain is like thousands of horses, rushing towards us! Gradually, the rain began to work harder and thinner. It fell from the sky like a cow's hair.

The rain stopped, and rainbows appeared in the sky: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple. It's beautiful! The children couldn't hold back their emotions for a long time. Run out and play. But I hope the rain is still falling, and it will not stop。。

Rain – that's how I love it.

I'm still excited to wait for the rain to come again!

Everyone has a lot of strengths, and I'm no exception. There are fine arts, electronic organs, and so on. And the thing that makes me feel the most confused is the composition.

I remember when I was in the first and second grades, I didn't write very well, just average. Once, one of the essays I wrote was described by my father as a "running account". I don't even know anything about figurative sentences.

How did an essay like this become my specialty? Let's read on.

In the third grade, the word "assignment" appeared in the language book. I thought the assignment would be very difficult, but my first assignment was praised by the teacher. I became more and more energetic in my writing, and the next few assignments were very well written.

I began to consider my assignments as my "specialty". But there is still a small drum in the heart - can you become a "specialty" like this?

In the second semester of my third year, I enrolled in a reading and writing interest class. Composition is slowly becoming my specialty here. I write things vividly and interestingly, the scenery beautiful and charming, and the fairy tales fantastic and mysterious. The teacher saw that I wrote so well and encouraged me to submit the manuscript.

Mom and Dad noticed my progress in writing and decided to let more people see what I wrote. So, I installed a "small nest" in the network, that is, a blog. The first blog post I posted was well received by netizens, who praised it one after another.

It gave me more confidence in writing.

After writing for a while, the blog has become an inseparable companion for me. My essays have become more sophisticated, and my blog's popularity has soared. In just a few months, I went from more than 50 people visiting at the "0" level to 3,000 or 4,000 people at the "9" level.

There are also a lot of comments on the article, some praise for me, some encouragement for me, and some suggestions for my article. , every netizen who commented on the ** chapter is my "composition teacher", and they make my composition level "sesame blossoming and rising".

Nowadays, I don't just write essays to complete the character of the teacher, but try to make every essay a good essay worth remembering. Composition is a part of my life.

On this day, when I was tidying up my desk and bookcase, I found some yellowed ** and textbooks, which reminded me of the past six years .......

I remember when I was in first grade, I didn't know anything and was a little stupid, and I often miscalled the teacher my mother, and now I think about it a little funny! I remember one time I didn't get to the car of the Anqin class, and my mother was so nervous that my mother finally found me. There was a monthly exam in the second grade, and I scored more than 80 points in Chinese and nature, and when I went home, I was not only scolded by my father, but also punished for kneeling for half an hour!

When I was in the fourth grade, I loved to be funny, and by chance, because I didn't know who to imitate and was selected by the teacher to participate in the Hokkien singing competition in the school, it was the first time I participated in the competition, and I didn't expect to get the third place, which was really unexpected for me! During the fourth-grade year-end drama performance, my pants were so loose that they almost fell off! In the fifth grade, I loved basketball so much, and once I fell while playing ball, which caused the bone in my right hand to crack, and I owed the teacher three days of homework, but I still have to thank my classmates for their help in these three days.

Thinking of these past events, and thinking that I will graduate in less than a month, my heart can't help but sigh a little, I really want to stay in Zhubei Elementary School for a long time, but graduation is also the only way to study and career, I believe that the future road will make us grow and thrive, but I want to thank the teachers who have accompanied, cared and taught us in the past six years, and I will not forget the dedication and contribution to us in the past six years! Now I want to say thank you to the teachers!

In the sound of firecrackers, we ushered in the grandest festival in Chinese - the Spring Festival, every family is full of joy, hanging red lanterns, pasting red Spring Festival couplets, busy ......

The first day of the first lunar month is another happy day.

In the past, I was the last to get up, but today I won the first place because I wanted to smell the smell of firecracker smoke. Strings of firecrackers are lit in people's hands, and the sound is so loud that they are flying everywhere, as if they want to send every blessing to thousands of households. The sound of firecrackers continued one after another, crackling and lively.

I went to my parents' room, and to the sound of firecrackers, began the traditional New Year's greeting ceremony. I said some auspicious words to my parents, and my parents took out the New Year's money, which made me happy, and everyone can be auspicious and lucky this year.

After the sound of firecrackers, breakfast begins. After eating, I went out to play, and the firecrackers lit in the street bloomed beautiful flowers on the ground, which was very beautiful. I looked at Sensei and was happy. Today's birds also came out to join in the fun, and they were probably very happy.

On the street, I saw people selling toys, people selling snacks, snacks, fruits, all kinds of goods, so many kinds of goods that people might not be able to choose! Most of the customers are children, and when I took a look, I counted the spicy stalls as the best business. "I want a bunch of rice cakes!

A fat kid shouted.

Elsewhere, I stopped in front of a stationery stall. There are all kinds of toys there: model airplanes, binoculars, electric cars, ......It's all about play. I've found that the most popular thing is toys.

After playing all morning, I was going to visit relatives and friends again in the afternoon, which was undoubtedly a happy thing. Friends and family gathered together, sipping delicious food and wine, and talking about some happy words. And the happiest is us, as long as the mouth is sweeter and says more blessings, then we will make a lot of money!

People play until late at night, nibbling on delicious fruits in their mouths, setting off firecrackers and fireworks in their hands, singing and dancing, and having a good time!

I sincerely hope that the children of the whole country will be happy and have no worries in the new year!

I was about to leave my alma mater, and I was very reluctant to say "goodbye" to my alma mater, "goodbye" to my teachers, and even more reluctant to be separated from me and the 69 students in my class.

Once, we cried and laughed together. and often quarrels, but these are also in the past after all. It's been 6 years, and my class and I have indelible memories.

Everything, who will forget? Everyone's every move is deeply reflected in the mind and hidden in the memory. Perhaps, we will cry when we leave our alma mater and be separated from everyone, but how can there be a banquet in the world that will not be dispersed?

At the end of the day, there will always be separation. But the sunshine is always after the wind and rain, and we will grow after these ups and downs. Although this is the end of this paragraph, there will be new beginnings.

Don't you say? I want to shed tears, after all, tears can't wash away our memories, right? Be strong, don't be sad, because God has closed your door, but He will open a window for you.

Because, tomorrow is also a beginning

Year after year, ups and downs; Day after day, day after day, the love of my alma mater seeped into the bottom of my heart. Yesterday, I was here to read and write; Today, I thrive here; Tomorrow, I will take off from here to shape a bright future. The footprints of youth are left on the path of the campus, and the laughter and joy are left in the fragrance ......of the flower bedsEvery corner of our alma mater cherishes our figures, permeated with our fantasies, and let us never forget.

The spring rain is continuous, bit by bit, stirring up the ripples of longing; The spring rain, wisps, holds our eternal alma mater.

Summarize the knowledge points of primary school composition for grades 1-6.