200 words for the lower five units of the sixth grade of primary school

200 words is not enough.

I'm also troubled by this.

In the morning, someone knocked on my window, that small window, facing the river, there was no road by the river, who was knocking on the window? When I looked up, it was a piece of fallen leaves, and the wind blew the tree, and the leaves fell, and came to my window door with the wind, as if to say to me, "Then I'll put it on the ground and come to my funeral, okay?"

Picking up a fallen leaf and counting the delicate textures, I saw the mystery of life it contained, and on its way to the dirt, I joined in this brief but meaningful ritual. The morning sun shone on the soil, on the fallen leaves, a brilliant golden ......

Standing under the tree, standing on the soil, the autumn wind blows slowly, bringing a trace of sadness ......Hello Autumn, thank you for coming to me in such a way and waking up my ......

Solved the second unit of the second volume of the sixth grade Chinese composition, the number of words is 500 words!! Good Bounty Points) Bounty Points: 0 - Resolved 2011-03-23 13:

51 Soon, tomorrow will be !! Asked by: BJ Julin - The first level of happiness always flies by, and before I know it, a colorful and happy winter vacation has flown by in front of my eyes, but what I remember the most is the impression of beating gongs and drums in my grandfather's village.

On the day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the festive atmosphere was everywhere, and everyone's faces were beaming. After breakfast, my grandfather took me to the bridge in the village to beat gongs and drums. As soon as I went, I found that the gong and drum team had not arrived with my grandfather, the captain.

As soon as Grandpa arrived, it started.

Qi Bangdong choked ......Long Dong choked "Hehe, it's so good!" I beat the beat of the drum in my heart, and I was still unsatisfied, and a chapter was finished, and oh, it would be nice to do it again, I really wanted to fill my ears again. I looked at my grandfather expectantly, and he seemed to understand my mind and hit again.

Qi Bang Dong choke, Qi Long Dong choke ......"There are more and more people coming to **, and grandpa they are more and more energetic, and the more they fight, the happier they become, and soon, the second time is over. Unfortunately, the uncle who played the small gong had to go back because of something at home, and the band couldn't go on, and the onlookers couldn't either, what should I do? At this time, Grandpa said:

There is a successor in our family, come! Granddaughter! Above!

But I've never touched these gongs and drums, but my grandfather often said that saving a scene is like fighting a fire, so I had to bite the bullet. An old woman next to me told me, "Little girl, just follow the beat, don't be nervous!"

That's when I felt more at ease.

The gongs and drums sounded again. At first, I was worried that I wouldn't be able to keep up with the beat, so I didn't dare to beat hard, but I slowly pondered the beat in my mind and listened carefully to the rhythm, for fear that I would disrupt the whole situation because of my mistake alone. Grandpa gave me an encouraging look, and soon, as I became more proficient with the beat, I let go of my hands and feet to play to my heart's content, and the sonorous sound of gongs and drums seemed to burst out in my heart, and I was completely immersed in this festive sound of gongs and drums.

That's part of my happy winter vacation life! I'm so happy this year!