How to write an essay for units 1 to 8 in primary 6

Start by writing what crafts you write, and then write how you do it.

Is it one of my favorite songs???

It's better to write about my China and the like.

Or my Chinese heart.

Crickets** will.

The moon opened the curtain of the night, and I sat on the balcony, bathed in the moonlight. In the infinite silence, we forget the world and ourselves. A wordless ballad magically floats up from all directions, from far to near, from far to near.

I followed the prestige, and the bright moon had sprinkled a clear light over the grassy village.

Oh, I heard that there is an outstanding ** family in that village - crickets. This symphony must have been played by it! The melodious sound of the piano touched my heartstrings deeply, and it seemed that my heart was also fluttering with this fluttering and agile tune.

I listened quietly, and the sound of the piano came from time to time, like a gurgling stream running from the mountains, "Ding Dong Ding Dong"; From time to time, it seems that a misty drizzle falls on the stones, splashing the curtain of water "popping"; From time to time, it is like the nickname of a lover.

How melodious this song is, "crickets" really deserve to be the well-deserved "first" in the insect world!

I listened intently, enjoying it to myself. I think there must be a grand ** meeting in the open-air ** hall of that village. This ** meeting is undoubtedly full.

Everyone takes the stone as the seat, the moon as the lamp, and the night as the curtain. In the night, a few little stars blinked in harmony, and they were also among the listeners. The cricket was sitting in a precarious position, and the beautiful rhyme flowed out like a spiritual spring.

I listened in fascination, and slowly, the music changed from soft and soothing to endless. Sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes majestic, sometimes crisp. The beating notes seemed to turn into a white cloud like a light veil, and suddenly fell into a pool like a rushing current.

There is a feeling of big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate.

One minute, five minutes, ten minutes. More than forty minutes passed. Gradually, the ** began to dim and eased. After the last high-pitched sound, ** will - the curtain ends. It was silent, and from time to time a few chirps could be heard in the grass.

It seems to be the afterglow of this ** meeting.

I don't write much, in fact, I can imagine a little more!

Today, I have a happy thing when my dad asks me to buy me a bicycle.

I'm especially happy because it's my own bike. After I bought the bike, I was so happy to go to the yard to play with my friends, I tried to ride a lap first, and my partner came over and said, "You can't, I'll teach you."

I said, "Okay." I rode up and he said:

Just calm down and look ahead. "I calmed down and rode for a lap, and it was much better than last time. I said:

Thank you for teaching me to ride a bike." "You're welcome," he said.

He said, "Let me ride." I said:

OK, here you go". He asked me to count the time for him. I said:

Good". He got on his bicycle and flew over at once, as if a gust of wind was blowing. I started counting that he was back.

I said, "You're awesome and you'll be back in 10 seconds." He said happily

Is it? I said, "Yes."

Take me around. He said, "OK."

I got on him and started riding, and when I was not far from the finish line, he flew like lightning, and I almost fainted.

I said, "Let's compare." He said

Okay, let's have a game. "I lost the first game and I lost the second game. I won the game in the third game.

In the evening we went back to our respective homes, and when I came home, I shouted: "What a happy day!"

Porcelain is a characteristic of our country, and last year my father traveled to other places and brought me a beautiful porcelain horse. The horse was black and shiny, with large black eyes and fluffy neck, which were made of porcelain, but they were very realistic and looked very dense. The horse was very strong, the muscles of the legs were very clear, and the fat body of the porcelain horse seemed to have been raised so strong that it could be used to fight.

The most interesting thing is that one of its tails, like a galloping horse on the racetrack, flutters in the wind. The horse held its head high, as if it were competing with other horses. It has its own head, leaving the horses behind, leaving them in the dust.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed a "scar" on the horse's back that was more than an inch long, what was going on? Could this really be a war horse, which was hit by the enemy? Anxious to uncover the mystery, I hurriedly pulled my dad over.

Dad, you see, there is a crack in the horse's back. Dad was a little mysterious, he smiled and said, "This is indeed a 'scar', this scar depends on how you fill it, and when your horse is healed, I think you have done a great thing."

I didn't understand my father's words, as if there was something very profound in them. "Knock", a crisp sound, unveiled the mystery of Dad's words. That's right, it's it - the coin, and Dad said "fill him up" with it.

So, I began to use it day by day to mend the scars of the war horse. The horse is gradually sinking, and its "wounds" are healing day by day.

Gathering sand into a tower, dripping water through stones, by now the horse has recovered more energetically than before, and a great event is about to be fulfilled. When the horse is healed, there will be a little more hope for the project. While the recovery of this horse is not enough to help an out-of-school child return to school, I firmly believe that if there are a few more good horses like this, there will be more than a few ...... hopesComments:

Very good at descriptive, the article conceived a very meaningful thing, the reason comes naturally, the little author in terms of observation and experience of life, or in grasping the organization of words, have shown a very high level of writing and cultural accomplishment. Composition is like being a person, and writing is like a person.

My calligraphy path.

Calligraphy is a very beautiful art, and if you want to learn it well, you must not only learn it with your heart, but also write it with your heart.

When I think back to the time when I first learned soft pen calligraphy, I can't help but laugh myself. At that time, I was not even very proficient in holding a pen, so I began to write the most basic strokes. I think:

Isn't that easy? Isn't it okay to just write as usual? But it's nowhere near as simple as I thought.

I wrote a few strokes of "one horizontal", "one vertical" and "one point", but I didn't expect that the horizontal call made me write a "crooked caterpillar", the vertical call made me write a "crooked tail", and the point actually called me to write a black "circle". This time, I'm getting serious, but I still can't write, how did the strokes that I usually don't look at become so difficult now? The teacher came over, looked at my "masterpiece" and started laughing, and then said:

This word, not only to learn by heart, but also to write by heart...."The teacher teaches seriously, I study seriously....

The hard work paid off, I finally overcame the difficulties, and it was not a problem for me to write a few ordinary strokes, but it also took a certain amount of effort to get such an honor. I made up a famous quote for myself: "I practice calligraphy for an hour a day, and I am the best at overcoming difficulties"...

Now, I can use it freely, and I write as if I am playing, but every stroke and stroke is so precise that the teacher also said that my writing has ......improved a lotRight now, I'm busy studying, but I make time to practice every day. I believe that practicing calligraphy is like climbing a stone staircase, the higher you climb, the more sweat you pay, and the better your life will be!

The second class this afternoon is a labor technology class that our students all like, because Mr. Zhou, who took the labor technology class, is kind and sometimes jokes with us. This labor class is different from usual, usually I do my own handiwork, but this time it is to destroy the production of others, and everyone is very excited to listen to it.

We lined up in a neat line, and under the leadership of the teacher and the sports committee, we came to the "wind and rain playground" to bring the teacher tired along the way, maybe some students were too happy. I can't control my mouth a little, and I'll talk to you about this later; I'll talk to you about that &hllip;&hllip;It wasn't until the "Wind and Rain Playground" that he closed his mouth and looked at these lifelike handmade works very seriously.

These handmade works are bizarre, with animals made of purple sand and mud; There are robots made of corrugated paper; a variety of toys made from discarded items; There are also masks of different shapes, among which the most eye-catching are the various elves made of purple sand mud, look, lions with teeth and claws; a crocodile with its mouth wide open; The slow-moving turtle and so on are all amazed to watch! Of course, in addition to these ferocious, terrifying animals, there are also some very delicate, realistic, and lifelike small kettles, which everyone is full of praise and marvel at the talent and skill of the makers.

The "Wind and Rain Playground" also has a small "fishing ground", which consists of a small wooden stick, a rope and a magnet for fishing rods and bait. Tie a thin rope to the end of the stick, and then tie a magnet to the end of the rope, such a fishing rod and bait are done, the fish in the "pool" are made of colorful cardboard, pin a paper clip to the mouth of the fish, and then put the "bait" on the paper clip to suck, so that fishing wine is not a problem.

Looking at these exquisite handmade works, we feel as if we have stepped into a splendid palace of art!

You can write about various artworks around you, such as cross-stitch and a painting hanging on the wall. Then think of its origins and imagine l!