600 words for the sixth grade of primary school

One of the people I liked.

Some people like scientists because they have a vast amount of knowledge; Some people like teachers because they can teach and educate people; There are also people who like the police because they can bring peace to society. And I, like my mom the most.

My mother has a melon seed face, big eyes, two small ears, a big mouth and a big nose, and she looks slim.

My mom cares about me. One night, I stayed at my mother-in-law's house, but unfortunately, in the middle of the night, I had a fever, and my mother-in-law hurriedly walked to the front, got through, and said to my mother: "Come here, your son has a fever!"

In less than 5 minutes, my mother rushed to my mother-in-law's house to help me get dressed. Riding a battery bike again, I was taken to the hospital.

I sat down in a chair, and the doctor hung up water for me, and my mother sat down and said, "I'll help you with your hands!" She took my little hand with that warm hand and asked me:

Cold or not? "It's not cold." Although my whole body was cold, my heart was warm.

I love my mom.

Another time, my mother burned a plate of chicken. During the meal, my mother kept sandwiching chicken for me and said, "Eat more!"

And she didn't eat it herself. "Mom, why don't you eat it? I asked my mother.

I don't want to eat it, you can eat it! Mom said to me. I thought to myself:

Mom didn't eat such delicious chicken. When I was almost done, I said to my mother, "Mom, you can eat some too!"

Only then did my mother pick up the chopsticks and put a small piece of meat in her mouth. "It's delicious! Mom said.

I took another big piece and put it in my mother's bowl. My mother said to me, "I won't eat it, I'll give it to you."

I thought to myself: Mom doesn't eat it herself, leave it for me to eat. I like my mom so much.

That's my mom.

On a Sunday morning, the weather was clear, the sun was shining, the sky was cloudless, and I was playing freely. At this time, my mother came up to me and said, "There is a kitchen knife with raw embroidery, please sharpen it." I said yes without a word.

As the saying goes, "It's easier said to see than done." I didn't think it was true at all, and after sharpening the knife for a while, my hands were so tired that I couldn't cry or laugh.

I wanted to give up sharpening knives, and I got by, and at most I was scolded by my mother. But looking at the rusty knife edge, it seemed to be smug and laughing at me: "It's really retarded, and I give up halfway."

At this time, my mind clearly came up with the story of the teacher who told me in class. It is said that Li Bai often played and skipped school when he was a child, and once, Li Bai saw an old lady by the river grinding an iron pestle on the way to skip school. Curiosity made him involuntarily step forward, and Li Bai asked the old lady:

Why did you have nothing to do and sharpen the iron pestle, isn't it in vain? The old lady said earnestly, "Son, I am not looking for trouble, I am sharpening an embroidery needle with this iron pestle."

When Li Bai heard this, he couldn't help laughing, and said to the old lady: "This is impossible, the iron pestle is so thick, and the embroidery needle is so small, how long and what month will it be grinded?" The old lady said solemnly

As long as you have patience and perseverance, you can do big things. The so-called freezing three feet is not a day's cold. When Li Bai heard this, he felt very ashamed, because he had no patience for anything before.

After that, he worked hard every day, and finally became a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty.

I thought, the old lady has the spirit of perseverance, why can't I? So, I calmed down and started sharpening my knives again. I put the kitchen knife on top of the whetstone and sharpened it as hard as I could, and the whetstone made a rustling, rustling sound, as if a spring silkworm was eating mulberry leaves.

I grinded with all my might, rustling, rustling louder, as if the spring rain was moistening the earth. After a while, the edge of the knife became extremely sharp, and it appeared golden in the sunlight. Looking at the sharp knife edge, it seemed to praise me convincingly:

A small capable person can really bear hardships and stand hard work. “

Through this incident, I have learned: there is nothing difficult in the world, only afraid of those who have a heart. If you want to see the end, pay attention everywhere.

Following in the footsteps of Miss Qiu, I came to school. The rain outside the window began to pour down again. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River tugs at my heart like a silver thread. The rain is sometimes slow and sometimes rapid.