Whether in school or in society, everyone has written essays, surely familiar with all types of essays, essay is a verbal activity, highly comprehensive and creative. How to write a thoughtful and literate composition? Here are 5 sixth grade narrative essays that I have compiled for you.
Sixth Grade Narrative Essay Part 1Remember what others have done for you and learn to help it people. There are always some things in life, some people touched us, sometimes we do not know them, but their priceless love to give us eternal light. Zen says: "Love out of love returns, and blessings come to those who are blessed." In this world, because there is love so the world is better, accept a help, cast into a smile, and then let the love pass, warm every corner of the world ......
The hot sun hangs high in the sky, proudly the body of the sunshine all over the earth. The vast sky blue and far away, the azure sky has a group of birds flying to their hearts' content, enjoying the pleasantness of being able to fly. Due to the hot weather, bean-sized sweat dripped from my forehead like running water, wetting my clothes. I couldn't help but pick up my pace and hurry home, as if there were a pack of monsters chasing me.
When I passed through a wide park, there were flowers in full bloom, and a group of colorful butterflies were enthusiastically fluttering on the purple and red flowers, and the fragrance of the soil came from the breeze, which made me feel very comfortable. I slowed down my pace without realizing it, enjoying the sights that I usually don't notice.
At that moment, I heard a miserable cry coming from behind me. I hurriedly turned around, curious to see what was happening. When I turned around, what came into my eyes was a little boy who had fallen into a ditch from his bicycle because he was not careful, with bright red blood flowing from his knees. My heart clenched and I rushed to the boy's side, regardless of the situation. I slowly and carefully helped him up, fearing that if I wasn't careful I would pull on his wound and cause him more pain.
The boy leaned against me and sat down on a bench in the park. After calming the boy, I ran to the sink, took out a clean hand towel and wet it, then ran back to the boy. I squatted down and used the wet hand towel to gently and slowly clean the boy's wound. As I cleaned the wound, I learned that he didn't live in the neighborhood and that his parents were both at work and no one was home. I asked the boy's parents' phone number, felt the pocket money is enough, with a pace of unhurried toward the nearby public **** phone booths.
After informing the boy's mother, I started chatting with the boy to soothe the atmosphere while waiting for his mother to arrive. While we were talking and laughing, the boy's mom arrived. After the boy's mom thanked me, I said goodbye to the boy and set off on my way home.
Life is a bitter journey, with a big umbrella of love. It's a great way to get the most out of your life, and it's a great way to get the most out of your life. Love needs to be copied, love needs to be glued. I believe that the grace of a drop of water can also be repaid by a spring of water. I believe that as long as everyone can offer a piece of love, the world will become a beautiful earth!
Sixth Grade Narrative Essay Part 2"Asan! Asan! Hurry up!" Auntie Zhang, a neighbor, ran over and urged. "Okay, okay, I'm leaving." Mom put down her bowl and chopsticks, hastily wiped her mouth, and left in three steps, disappearing into the thick moonlight. I looked at the half bowl of uneaten rice and smiled hopelessly: moms are really pursuing life! It turns out that square dancing has recently become popular in the village, and there are people organizing square dances in every corner of the village. A few days ago, neighbor Auntie Zhang also organized a small dance troupe". Every night after dinner, they called their friends to dance in the yard of Auntie Zhang's house. The first time I saw this, I was able to get to the door, and I was able to get to the door, and I was able to get to the door.
I remember that time, my mom was having dinner, and when she heard Auntie Zhang's invitation, she didn't care about dinner. Seeing that she was about to go out, I hurriedly called out: "Mom, I also want to go see, can I?" Mom walked and hurriedly put down a sentence: "can can." Alas, in order to make a living, mom accompanied dad, all year round only to leave early and return home late to earn money, should be a little bit of their own pursuit it! I excitedly followed behind my mom to see how well she danced. There are so many people in the yard! There is a fat aunt, there is a medium-sized aunt, and even a hale and hearty . Granny! "I planted a seed, finally grew fruit, today is a great day, pick the stars to give you ......" The music boomed, and they immediately danced with the music. I saw my mother grinning, waving her hands up and down, a moment forward, a moment backward, sometimes clapping, sometimes leaping up, under the light, her face is red; the fat lady also smiling cheerfully, the meat on her face are squeezed together, the body of the fat shake, but she does not care about anything, completely immersed in this lively atmosphere; an old man over the age of a smile, slow and leisurely Raise your hands, and slow and easy to turn around, although the movement is not standardized, look a little funny, but she is still very serious jumping. Every one of them laughed and danced. They jumped out of the fire like enthusiasm, but also jumped out of the pursuit of the good life and yearning.
Who says rural people have no pursuit? Who says rural women don't know how to square dance? I quietly watched them jump, I do not realize that they are also intoxicated. These jumping figures, is not a symbol of the countryside in a great change?
Mr. Huang's "tricks" are indescribable.
Foot treading is one of my favorite games, so when the guard of honor was resting, I would look for Linlin to play, and only once did it come as a surprise.
"Break! Break!" I found Lynn with the cheers and played foot stomping, and while we were having fun, the physically strong Mr. Huang came and said loudly, "Dare you play a few games with me?" Looking at him, Linlin and I remembered how he used to play games with us. At this time, Linlin went timidly away, and to help her out, I said, "Come on! I'm not afraid of you!" Bravely, I accepted the challenge.
Before the challenge, I thought: I'd better admit defeat! But there was no time to admit defeat, because, the race began. I put out the stone, he put out the cloth, I lost, I exerted all my strength to jump out a step, who would have thought, smart he first jumped a step with one foot, the other foot stops on it, then, he looked at my foot, then he put his foot pressure on my foot, finally I lost. The students gathered around laughed. It was because they were laughing that I was nervous. Because I was so nervous, I always played stone and Mr. Huang always played cloth, plus he always used the same way to deal with me, so I lost every game and I was very discouraged.
Mr. Huang's "tricks" are too hard! I will never play foot stomping with Mr. Huang again!
"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding! Ding ding ding ding" the bell rang, the classroom is surprisingly quiet, this is what happened? Oh! It turns out that today's language midterm paper ah! No wonder everyone is like a frightened puppy, half a day do not dare to move a bit.
Accompanied by the "thud" sound of high heels, language teacher Fang came, she boarded a face of ice, two eyes viciously swept a circle, no one dared to move. Started to report the score: "Sun Yuanyue 88 points, the first in the class; Ruan Zhengyu 87.5, Sun Yiguo 83 ......" After a while, 80 points were surprisingly gone! It can't be! How could I even have an 8! I was a little apprehensive, so I prayed silently for myself! Let's hope the heavens open up! "Sun Bingqing! 76 points!" Teacher Fang said word for word, both eyes staring at her with a deadly glare, bursting with sparks of dissatisfaction, I thought to myself: this time I'm definitely screwed, even my cousin didn't get 80 points, let alone me! "Duan Lingling 75.5, Song Yujie 75.5 ......" I was on the verge of despair, still hoping that Lady Luck would patronize me here. I looked around, most of the students had gotten their papers, thinking that I was at least one of the top ten students, there was no way that I would be dragging my feet for the class, right? I closed my eyes tightly in nervousness, my heart was pounding, my legs were shaking, and I could only pray for God's blessing!
Looking at Ruan Zhengyu's demeanor, I was even more nervous. At this time, the table Li Lifeng's small eyes seem to tell me: "Oh! Little boy, this time finally planted a big heel!" Sun Bingqing's fake sympathetic smile also seemed to be telling me, "Fortunately, there is Yu Renfei to help me cushion the bottom, don't need to be afraid ......" Looking at these people, my back a burst of cold, although the sun outside the sunny, but not at all into my heart. Teacher ah, teacher, when will you report me? Quickly let me unlock the shackles of the heart!
Bad! Bad! 70-something points are also almost reported! Just then, at the end of the 70-something appeared a paper of 85-it was mine! Oh! So this strange teacher does not follow the common sense (high or low score) to rank ah! It was a false alarm!
"Where you fall down, you get up." This is the biggest lesson that this test has given me, next time I will continue to work hard towards my small goal-90 points, move forward!
Sixth grade narrative essay Part 5I returned home after playing madly and found that my mother was making dumplings, and I suddenly remembered that I could only go hungry when my parents were not at home, and that if I learned how to make dumplings, I wouldn't have to go hungry in the future. So I volunteered to help, and that's what I thought when I made dumplings for the first time.
After I washed my hands, I started to make dumplings. I held the dumpling skin in my left hand and a spoon to dig the filling in my right hand. I dug a large spoonful on the skin, then put the dumpling skin edge to edge, pinched it hastily, and put it on the counter. When I put the dumplings on the plate, I realized that my dumplings were no match for my mother's - she made them bulging like a white swan, but I made them? I was determined to turn the ugly duckling into a white swan. I was determined to make the ugly duckling into a white swan. So I kept modifying it, but in the end, the more I modified it, the uglier it became. I was so annoyed that I just stopped modifying it, and pinched the "crescent moon dumplings" as I always did. I thought, "We'll see what happens when it's cooked." But when I pulled out the dumplings, I found that all my dumplings had turned into "stuffed skin", which was really miserable. I couldn't help but be dumbfounded and started to back out. As if reading my mind, my mom came over and pointed out the reasons for my failure: "First, there was too much filling and not enough skin; second, I didn't pinch the edges of the skin tightly." Knowing the reason for failure, I confidently began to pinch up the dumplings, although it is still an ugly duckling, but not rotten, I ate the dumplings made by my own hands, I think this is the best dumplings I have ever eaten.
Through this incident, I realized: Do not give up so easily when you encounter a little frustration, but you can't be blindly persistent either. This first experience of making dumplings really benefited me a lot!