How to write the beginning of a 6th grade metamorphosis essay

Writing ideas: Do not go flat and straightforward, pay attention to timely and constantly change the angle of description, make the description more specific, and give the reader a sense of subjectivity. Be organized, natural, and understandable, not cluttered, and pour your thoughts and feelings.

Text: One day the rain was pouring, a lightning bolt passed in front of me, my eyes were dazzled, and the world changed in front of me. In a trance, I became a frog, a handsome little frog, wearing a green robe, majestic.

I am also known as a farmer guardian, a strong swimmer, and a high jumper.

I have done a lot for humanity, every time the farmer grows the crops. I can eat a feast, whether it is flying in the sky or swimming in the water, I can get rid of 70 pests a day, more than 1,500 pests from spring to autumn, and if I add my brothers and sisters, I will definitely be able to eliminate more pests.

In the rest of our work, we would stand on the green lotus leaves and sing, sometimes swim in the pond, and sometimes invite a few more little frogs to party on a round and large lotus leaf, just when we were partying, suddenly a ** stretched out a few times towards us and grabbed us all.

Throwing us into black plastic bags and taking us into a restaurant, we saw our kind, brutally murdered by those men. I couldn't help but cry like rain, just when we were about to be killed, suddenly a ** sounded, it was the proprietress who asked her to pick up the express, and then I took my brothers and sisters to the sewer, from the sewer.

A's sick, I'm watching TV at the bar.

The sample essay for the sixth grade of the Metamorphosis essay is as follows:

Early in the morning, I found that I had a long tail hair and held a golden hoop stick, and I actually turned into the Monkey King with vast magical powers. Surprise, surprise!

I kicked my feet and jumped into the sky, and the somersault clouds carried me on a white cloud, leading me through the clouds with ease. The sky is extremely bright, extremely quiet, and extremely wide, and suddenly the vision is broad, the heart is relaxed, and the beautiful scenery in front of me makes me even more amazed!

Gently remove the fog in front of you and look down, huh. How did the once-clear river become so muddy? Some small fish have a white belly? I turned into a water snake and plunged into the water as fast as I could, and in an instant a pungent smell hit my face and choked my breath.

A carp with deformed bones slowly swam towards me. I hurriedly greeted him and asked, "Carp, what's going on here?"

The carp was miserable and said indignantly: "Alas, human beings have built factories in this beautiful place, and all the sewage and wastewater are discharged here, and many of my kind have been poisoned, how can I live!" ”

As soon as I heard this, I immediately flew into the air, blew a breath of fairy air, and turned all the sewage equipment of the factory into environmentally friendly ones, and suddenly the black smoke disappeared, the sewage was gone, and the river changed back to its former clear appearance. The little fish are happily playing in the water in cheers, everything is so beautiful!

Yikes, it's late. "Hurry up and go home. I must not be discovered by the family, hehe.

The first volume of the sixth grade essay is as follows.

I became a tree.

A cool breeze blew and I opened my eyes. Hey, how come I'm not in the bedroom but in the yard, my ** turned into brown, rough bark, feet into thick roots, and hair into dense green leaves. I turned into a tree!

I stretched, stretching my foliage. The birds chirped and sang on me, discussing the arrival of spring. Suddenly, the soles of my feet itched, and when I looked down, it turned out to be earthworms loosening the soil for me.

At this time, a big black and thick insect gnawed a hole in my body, and it hurt my heart! I rushed to call for help, and a woodpecker came and took it away, leaving me relieved.

Some people say that composition is a kind of catharsis of emotions, and composition is a kind of record of thinking; Some people also say that composition is the gorgeous weaving of language, and the beautiful artistic conception of small bridges and flowing waters.