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I am also a 6th grader. We've just written this essay. It's an eight-unit one.

Oh! ——It's Shenzhen Youth Daily! Shenzhen Youth Daily is a good friend of mine, and it has brought me infinite joy and happiness.

Last semester, I subscribed to the Shenzhen Youth Daily. When I opened the newspaper, I saw many columns, including "Magic Bookshelves", "Pen Stick Zhuangyuan Show", "Color Collection Box", "Player Live Room" and ......What interests me the most are the "Pen Stick Show" and the "Color Collection Box".

Let's talk about the "pen stick champion show" first! There are a lot of essays in it, and they are very attractive to me because they are very well written, they use good words and sentences, and they have a certain order, and they are worth learning and are good for my writing. It also made me know that I understood the truth:

It is necessary to learn from the strengths of others and make up for your own shortcomings, which will be of great benefit to your study and life.

And then there's the "color box"! There are comics in it, and there are stories in it. Comics make people laugh!

When I have troubles, I open the "color box" to look at it, make me laugh, and "clean up" my troubles! Stories will also make people grow knowledge, and watching stories will make me grow new knowledge, which will be of great help to me in the future!

I've participated in many events, but the most interesting is the "Mouthful" game. Once, when we were in an activity class, the teacher smiled and said to us, "Today, shall we do the game of 'adding mouths'?"

As soon as the teacher's words fell, the classroom burst into deafening applause, and the students dragged out their voices and said, "Okay——!

The teacher first divided us into two groups. Then, the teacher took the chalk and drew a head on the left and right sides of the blackboard. Looking at this head, I thought:

This is probably the origin of the name "Tim Mouth"! Finally, the teacher briefly talked about how to play the game: each of the two groups sent a student to go up, and crossed over to blindfold the other group of people who "added mouths".

Then erase it, add it to the next classmate, and so on.

The game began, and every student went up to "add their mouths" with great interest. However, some students added it to the bridge of their noses, some added it to their foreheads, and some students walked out of the classroom and couldn't find the blackboard, which made everyone laugh.

When it was my turn, I walked up to the podium excitedly and nervously, blindfolded, and there was darkness in front of me, and I couldn't see anything. I took the chalk and fumbled to the blackboard; One touch in the east, one touch in the west, it seems to be the same everywhere. It took a while for me to add the "mouth".

As soon as they finished adding, the students burst out laughing. I quickly took off the towel and looked: it turned out that I had put my mouth on my eyes.

I couldn't help but laugh.

In bursts of laughter, the game was soon over. But most of the students added the wrong place, and only a few students added better. The teacher said:

From the activity, you can see how important our eyes are. If you don't have eyes, how hard it is! We must always take care of our eyes.

If you come to someone who is blind, be sure to take the initiative to help. ”

I have, I am happy.

Some classmates often ask me, why are you always happy, aren't you a little troubled? How not? I want to travel the world, but I don't have any money in my pocket; I wanted to be "excellent" in all my homework, but it backfired; I wanted to be a writer, but I didn't have that talent; I think ......But what's the use of distress?

My mother once told me that when she was a child, who got married, it was a rare happy event to divide four pieces of candy, one for each brother and sister, the colorful candy paper was very beautiful, peel it off and put the sugar in her mouth, chew it slowly, it tasted so sweet. Every time I finish eating candy. Mom always flattened the candy wrappers and pressed them into thick books, and took them out whenever she had time.

Her innocent joy touched me deeply.

It has been said that troubles are often of the man's own making. In fact, why can't happiness be designed by yourself?

That time, my friend Ah Qiu heard other people's rumors and misunderstood me, and after I silently listened to her accusation, I was about to explain, but she had left angrily. What could be more sad than losing the trust of a friend? With this depression, I rode my bicycle home like an arrow, passed through the intersection, and a sudden brake almost threw me out, and was scolded by the "Isuzu" truck driver.

All kinds of worries and frustration spread in my chest at once.

After sighing, I decided to change it, so I first bought myself a string of rock sugar gourds, then walked around the company, and then pedaled on the swing board with one foot and made a big leap ......When I got off the swing, I felt that my mood had taken a big turn. At this time, I suddenly saw Ah Qiu, obviously she was waiting for me to stop: "I'm sorry, it's my ......."She looked at the swing that was still swinging back and forth, and said with a smile

You're so funny, swinging alone! I smiled and said, "I'm calling it 'Design Happiness'!"

Then the two swings swung happily again. We laughed and laughed like this, forgetting all the troubles and unpleasantness.

When I entered high school, the frustration of math destroyed my sense of superiority in learning, and my self-confidence and success seemed to abandon me. Every late at night, I still shuttle between three-dimensional geometry, analytic trigonometry, permutations and combinations, and curves. Although I have repeatedly hit a wall, I can choose happiness as my breakthrough out of my troubles.

When I succeeded in solving a problem, I awarded myself a star made of paper and accumulated it in a glass bottle of memory. This allowed me to adjust my whole state, and I entered the sea of questions with confidence. Even on the lowest days, I can climb the glass bottle of memory and give it a little "Ah Q" - I'm the best, and I can do better!

Anglers pay a day of waiting and get nothing. When the sun set, when he carried the empty fish basket home, he was still singing all the way. He said that it was his business whether the fish bit or not, but I caught the joy of the day.

Yes, when we see people asking for their own troubles, we say, "Asking for themselves." In fact, happiness can also grow by itself, and it can be designed by itself.

It's OK to change the penultimate paragraph!

You can write about something that you will never forget. Like an unknown person helped you or something. Start with a little bit of how it happened in the middle, write in detail, and then end with a little more about how it happened to you.

I love my home.

I have a strong interest in learning because I grew up in a family of "poetry and books". Let me describe it with a few examples.

Rich man "Dad."

My family's moving is very special, there are few pieces of furniture, but there are a lot of cardboard boxes, which makes the porters think that my family is in business. Whenever someone asks Dad, "What kind of business are you the big boss?"

But my mother was laughing non-stop. In fact, the box was full of his father's books, and he regarded books as his life. Every time he moved, he repeatedly admonished:

Be careful! Note! Do not damage the book.

Mom teased Dad and said, "Boss, how much are you worth with so many books?" Dad laughed and said, "

It's priceless! ”

Stick to your guns. My mother, who has worked as an accountant for more than ten years, has always been a little stubborn in her work. When I heard that computers had just entered the family, my mother proposed to buy a computer for my twin brother. This annoyed Dad, and he blamed Mom with angry eyes

They have been obsessed with video games since childhood, and you are not going to burn yourself by doing this! Eventually, however, my mother brought home a brand new computer. It's strange to say, I don't know what kind of spell my mother cast, the two brothers stopped playing the game, but they bought a lot of books and learned them hungrily.

Now they're all amazing computer engineers, and Dad is overjoyed. Looking at the two successful brothers, my father praised everyone and said that my mother was indispensable.

Close to Zhu Zhechi. The 85-year-old grandmother, when she was a child, because of her poor family, she caught up with the patriarchal era. So she doesn't recognize a big word. One day, I saw my grandmother selecting two boxes of illustrated literacy cards in the waste books that were about to be disposed of.

I was puzzled and asked, "What do you want it for?" Grandma said seriously

Seeing you study so hard every day, my heart is itching ......"I was deeply moved by my grandmother's words, and I secretly decided that no matter how busy I was, I would take time out to teach my grandmother how to read.

I feel very fortunate to live in such a warm and full of learning atmosphere. I love my home. Love every member of my family!

Mom blamed me wrong.

Time passes, and I am moving forward step by step in the journey of life, looking back on the past, there are many good memories, but also mixed with sour memories.

I was a girl who was pampered by my parents. But since my brother was born, my status in my mother's heart has plummeted. An incident that happened when I was eight years old is still vivid in my mind, and I still have lingering palpitations.

It was a hot summer day, and the ten dollars my mother had put on the living room table was gone. I was concentrating on my homework when I heard my mom rummaging through the cabinets and walked out of the bedroom. Unexpectedly, the "bad luck" came, and when my mother saw me, like an erupting volcano, she decided that I took the money, and beat me indiscriminately without allowing me to argue, and educated me confidently

Be honest and not lie. "I escaped my mother's slap and locked myself in my bedroom. The grievances and sadness that came up like a tidal wave overwhelmed me, but I didn't dare to cry, for fear that my mother would be even more angry, so I could only let the tears flow wantonly on my face.

At this moment, laughter and laughter flew into the house, and the "little emperor" brother rode on his father's neck and came back proudly, through the glass, my brother's little hand enlarged in my teary eyes, because he was holding a ten-dollar bill in his hands. It turned out that my ignorant brother played with the money as a toy, but my mother didn't apologize to me for my recklessness (maybe she thought I didn't need it when I was young). And so it passed.

In the blink of an eye, three years have passed. Although my mother still takes care of me and cares for me, she still works tirelessly for this family; Although I have forgiven my mother. However, there was still a deep scar in the depths of my soul......

In the minds of different students, they have different impressions of their fathers: some say that their father is "pro", and he has always been obedient to himself, and some say that his father is "strict", he has to train people at every turn, and he can only stay away from him. But what about my dad?

Is it pro, or is it strict? I can't say it, I always think Dad is a little weird. Not only did he have a weird temper, but he also had a weird attitude towards me, and my dad was such a "weird" dad.

Once, when my father was riding my bicycle to school, I occasionally ran into a brick, and my father started a strange temper again. He asked me, "Do you know what material this brick is?"

It's not easy to say, "It's the material of construction." Then Dad asked, "What is a brick from another angle?" "A brick is a brick, what else could it be?

Dad inspired: "What if you need to nail it now? "Oh, by the way, bricks can be used as hammers at this time.

After his little push, my thinking became active: bricks can also be used as a dog beater, and can also be used as a whetstone. Along the way, our father and daughter chattered endlessly.

It turns out that my father is taking advantage of the opportunity on the road to cultivate my thinking ability and inspire my intelligence! There are so many weird things about Dad! As soon as the father came back, he put on the appearance of an adult, checked the homework, and sometimes assigned homework.

But my dad didn't seem to value my studies, and sometimes he asked me to go out for a walk with him. But for some reason, I like my father's "weird temper". What do you say?