Essays for 6th grade elementary school students

Cao Wenxuan's prose is very good!

We walked in the fields: me, my mother, my wife and son.

Mother didn't want to come out. She is old, her health is not good, and she feels very tired when she walks a little farther. I said that because of this, I should walk more. The mother nodded convincingly, and went to get her coat. She listens to me now, just as I listened to her when I was a child.

The weather was fine. This year's spring came too late, too late, and some old people couldn't stand it. But spring has finally arrived. My mother survived another harsh winter.

In the early spring fields of the south, large and small patches of new green are spread haphazardly, some thick, some light; The green shoots on the trees were also dense; The winter water in the fields also bubbled and blistered. All this reminds people of one thing - life.

My mother and I walked in front, and my wife and son walked behind. The little guy suddenly shouted: "The front is also a mother and son, and the back is also a mother and a son." We all laughed.

Later, there was a disagreement: the mother was going to take the big road, and the big road was smooth; My son is going to take the path, and the path is interesting. It's all up to me, though.

My mother is old, and she is accustomed to obeying her strong son; My son is still young, and he is still accustomed to obeying his tall father; As for my wife, she always listens to me when I'm outside. All of a sudden, I felt the weight of my responsibility. I thought of a way to do both, but I couldn't find it; I want to break up the family and divide it into two ways, each with its own place, but I don't want to.

I decided to grieve my son because I had been with him for a long time. I said, "Take the big road."

But the mother touched her grandson's little brain and changed her mind: "Let's take the path." Her eyes followed the path

There were golden cauliflowers, two neat rows of mulberry trees, and a sparkling fish pond at the end. "Where I can't go, you carry me on your back. Mother said to me.

In this way, we walked in the sun towards the cauliflower, the mulberry tree and the fish pond. When I got there, I squatted down and picked up my mother, and my wife also squatted down and picked up my son. My mother, though tall, was very thin and naturally not heavy; Although the son is very fat, after all, he is young, and he is naturally light:

But my wife and I walked slowly, steadily, and carefully, as if what was on my back and what was on her back added up to the whole world.

I don't know what you want, just just a random article, you can look at the link to find what you want (o).

Must-read prose books for primary school students include "Good Story Q", "Where There Are No Autumn Insects", "Send Young Readers", "Flying Birds", and "Stars and Spring Water".

1. Considering that Lu Xun's "Good Story Q" in the primary school Chinese textbook is now included as a text (I think it is very difficult for students), I think the article "Where There Are No Autumn Insects" by Ye Shengtao that I recommend can be read by primary school students.

2. If you are a primary school student, it is recommended to read Bingxin's "Send a Little Reader" series of essays. Don't force it to read, it's better to stimulate the desire to read than to read anything. There are many books in the future, but the desire to read is not always there.

2. "Wildflowers on the Hillside".

Wildflowers bloom, this mountain full of flowers.

Like spring lips.

Towards the sky. A teenager sings a song.

Who can hear the muffled lyrics?

Wildflowers on the hillside, this small, broken color.

Like a fragment of time.

Flowing out of the cracks of spring, this heartbreaking beauty, even a little remote.

Wildflowers in the sun, wildflowers in the rain, on this high mountain, fend for themselves, without regrets.

Who saw the sight.

If he has nothing to comfort in his roaming.

If he is getting lighter and lighter in pain, who can not be ashamed in the face of the wildflowers on this hillside?

The wind is blowing. The wind is intertwined with the sound of sunlight. Who is not whipped by the whip of all things?

That which is gone will pass away forever, and I will continue to travel on the earth.

Who knows the secrets of wildflowers, and how can I not burst into tears when they are about to disappear? I don't know if it's okay.

2. "Wildflowers on the Hillside".

Wildflowers bloom, this mountain full of flowers.

Like spring lips.

Towards the sky. A teenager sings a song.

Who can hear the muffled lyrics?

Wildflowers on the hillside, this small, broken color.

Like a fragment of time.

Flowing out of the cracks of spring, this heartbreaking beauty, even a little remote.

Wildflowers in the sun, wildflowers in the rain, on this high mountain, fend for themselves, without regrets.

Who saw the sight.

If he has nothing to comfort in his roaming.

If he is getting lighter and lighter in pain, who can not be ashamed in the face of the wildflowers on this hillside?

The wind is blowing. The wind is intertwined with the sound of sunlight. Who is not whipped by the whip of all things?

That which is gone will pass away forever, and I will continue to travel on the earth.

Who knows the secrets of wildflowers, and how can I not burst into tears when they are about to disappear? I don't know if it's okay.

2. "Wildflowers on the Hillside".

Wildflowers bloom, this mountain full of flowers.

Like spring lips.

Towards the sky. A teenager sings a song.

Who can hear the muffled lyrics?

Wildflowers on the hillside, this small, broken color.

Like a fragment of time.

Flowing out of the cracks of spring, this heartbreaking beauty, even a little remote.

Wildflowers in the sun, wildflowers in the rain, on this high mountain, fend for themselves, without regrets.

Who saw the sight.

If he has nothing to comfort in his roaming.

If he is getting lighter and lighter in pain, who can not be ashamed in the face of the wildflowers on this hillside?

The wind is blowing. The wind is intertwined with the sound of sunlight. Who is not whipped by the whip of all things?

That which is gone will pass away forever, and I will continue to travel on the earth.

Who knows the secrets of wildflowers, and how can I not burst into tears when they are about to disappear? I don't know if it's okay.

1, "Travel Elegy".

Everything is mine, but it is a short-term borrowing.

Memories are nothing, and only in the moment of staring at me take possession of things.

2, "To Friends".

We know the vast space from the earth to the stars. But he lost his way between the ground and the skull.

Sorrow and tears separate the distance between the Milky Way.

On the way from falsehood to truth, you wither, and you no longer have sharpness.

3, "The Three Strangest Words".

When I say the word "future", the first sound is the past.

When I say the word "silence", I break it.

When I say the word "nothing", I have a bright chakra out of nothing.

4, "Lovers".

We sympathize with those who don't love each other, and we indulge in our own surprises.

What else surprises us? Whether it's a rainbow at night, or a butterfly flying in the snow.

And when we fall asleep, we see parting in our dreams.

But it's a good dream, but it's a good dream, because we've woken up from it.

5. "Sunday, Talk to Your Heart".

Thank you, my heart:

I woke up again, even though it was Sunday, it was a day off, <> you continued to beat in my chest as always, beyond the holidays.

6. "I am committed to creating a world".

I am committed to creating a world, a revised, improved version that depicts joy for the fool and melancholy for the contemplative, <>

A comb for the bald and a trick for the old guy.

The language of animals and plants.

That's right, every creature comes with a dictionary.

7, "Vietnam".

Woman, what's your name? "I don't know. ”

How old are you? Where did it come from? "I don't know. ”

How did that tunnel get dug? "I don't know. ”

How long have you been hiding in it? "I don't know. ”

Why are you biting my finger? "I don't know. ”

Don't you know that we won't hurt you? "I don't know how to respect the dry way. ”

Which side are you on? "I don't know. ”

It's war, and you have to make a choice. "I don't know. ”

Does your village still exist? "I don't know. ”

Are these your kids? "Yes. ”