In life, work and study, we will inevitably come into contact with the composition, right, composition is the transition from internal to external speech, that is, from the compressed brief, they can understand the language, to carry out, with a standardized grammatical structure, can be understood by others in the form of external language transformation. What kind of a composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is my collection of 10 sixth grade story essay, just for reference, welcome to read.
The sixth grade story essay Part 1
The little white rabbit Baby and Bebe are a pair of good sisters, they live happily in the beautiful big forest.
One day the baby said to Beibei: "There are so many little friends living with us in the forest, but when some of them get sick, we don't have a hospital to help them. It's hard to watch them get sick, but we can't give them any relief. Why don't the two of us go to medical school to study medicine and open a clinic here when we come back, how about that?" After Bei Bei heard what the baby said, she said approvingly, "Well, that's a really good idea. This way we can help our little friends who are sick, helping others and being happy ourselves."
So they both went to medical school to study medicine, and after graduation they returned to the big forest to open an animal clinic.
On the first day of business, Uncle Bear walked in with his stomach covered. He said to the baby and Beibei: "two rabbit doctors, my stomach like a needle like pain, pain I'm so uncomfortable ah, you quickly help me to cure it." "Okay, Uncle Bear, please sit down, we will examine you now." The sisters replied in unison. Baby put on her stethoscope and carefully examined Uncle Bear saying, "Uncle Bear, it's nothing to do with it, it's because you're cold." Beibei took out a box of medicine in the pharmacy and said to Uncle Bear, "Uncle Bear, take this box of medicine three times a day, two pills at a time, and after you finish this box of medicine, your stomach will not hurt! In the future, you should pay attention not to get cold again." Uncle Bear was very grateful to them and said to them, "Thank you, White Rabbit Sisters!" They said to Uncle Bear, "Don't thank us, it's what we should do." Uncle Bear went home with a big smile on his face.
After Uncle Bear left, the baby said, "We help heal the little ones in the forest. In case the lions and tigers come one day, we'll be their meal ah." Bebe rolled her eyes and said, "Why don't we put up a sign at the door!" So they put up a sign outside the clinic, which read: No tigers or lions. The two sisters were much more at ease.
One day at noon, a ferocious tiger came up to the clinic with his mouth covered, and he asked the white rabbit sisters to treat his teeth. Bebe said in the doorway, "Don't you ...... you see the notice board outside the door ...... entrance?" "I saw it, but my toothache is terrible, as the saying goes, toothache is not a disease, the pain can really kill me. Please, help me cure it! I can't sleep at home, I can't sit still, and I can't eat well. When you have cured my tooth, I will treat you to a big meal at the best restaurant in the forest." The sisters looked at me and I looked at you, they looked at the tiger's pitiful appearance, but they let the tiger in. The tiger thought to himself, "Now, my lunch will be the two of them. Beibei brought a special stand and opened the tiger's mouth, and the baby drilled into it, pulling out the tiger's teeth one by one. The baby said to the big tiger, "Mr. Tiger, I won't be able to give you strong teeth until tomorrow, so come back tomorrow." The tiger thought as he walked along the road, "It won't be too late to eat them both when he gets his strong teeth tomorrow. After the tiger left, the baby said to Beibei, "The tiger will surely eat us tomorrow, we have to think of a way." Bebe said, "I've got it." The baby couldn't wait to ask, "What's the best way? Tell me quickly." "Watch me tomorrow!" Bebe said confidently. The next day, when the tiger came, Beibei propped the tiger's mouth open with a special holder, then drilled in and gave him new teeth. The tiger began to be proud of himself, and Bebe exclaimed, "Mr. Tiger, it's not ready yet, I'm going to put a potion on you so your teeth will be stronger and whiter!" The tiger thought: it's not too late to eat them after applying the potion. Bebe applied the special glue to each of the tiger's teeth, then jumped out and said, "Mr. Tiger, it's done, now you can close your mouth."
When the tiger closed its mouth, it looked fierce and tried to eat them with its teeth and claws. Bebe said, "We knew you would eat us. So we put special glue on your teeth and your teeth are stuck together." The tiger was very angry, but his mouth could not open, and the more he tried, the more it hurt, so the tiger had to run away in anger.
The animals in the forest came to congratulate the white rabbit sisters on their cleverness!
There is always something new in the automobile kingdom, and today there is something new: many families are born with new members.
This has caused quite a stir in the kingdom, and the cars have been talking: what is going on? A brother got the news from somewhere that the new member is an electric car. After that, there are cars to rejoice and cars to worry about, rejoice: now these electric cars, using electricity, do not use oil. The worry is: will these electric cars replace our gasoline-powered cars? For these problems have been chattering, and finally even argued, the more the more noise, and finally alarmed the king. The king had to bring his ministers and guards out to solve the problem.
King Rolls Royce came to the center of the square, with its loud voice signaling people to stop and do not quarrel. The king said, "You have to understand that those cars use electricity will not steal gasoline from us, and besides, their speed and performance is simply no match for ours." Then the chiefs of the great families made speeches. But there were still some who were stubborn and did not believe in what they were saying.
So the king decided to have a speed race, in which many famous racing cars participated, and all electric cars also participated.
The race began, the gasoline cars lagged behind, because the electric car is full of electricity and very light, then the gasoline cars bite the teeth, pedal foot to catch up, fast, fast over, then the audience issued a thunderous applause and applause. When it reached more than 300 kilometers, most of the electric cars slowed down, and when it reached more than 500 kilometers, all the electric cars ran out of energy. The gasoline cars took the final victory, and the gasoline cars smiled at each other and settled the matter peacefully.
This incident is gradually forgotten. But I'm sure there will be more and more to come in the automobile kingdom.
One day, the workbooks and pens in the book bag were complaining about each other.
The workbook said, "Pen, do you think that because you are held in your master's hand all day long, you can do whatever you want and scribble on me? I also like to be clean!
The pen retorted: "If it were not for me writing beautiful words on you all day long, the little master would not be able to finish the homework left by the teacher, and the teacher would not have drawn you a little red flower."
The homework was not written in the hand of the master, but in the hand of the teacher! "
The workbook said aggrieved: "Then you should not be in my skin draw haphazardly, painted me all over the face of the black bumps, dirty, really ugly! "
Pen also want to argue, the bell rang. The schoolbag male rushed out to persuade the two of them: "Well well well! Don't argue anymore! Both of you are very important, but who can not leave who. The pen can not write without the workbook, the workbook has no use without the pen, one without the other! I can't live without you two either! Let's live in peace, *** with help the little master to study well! "
The pen and the workbook heard, a million ashamed. From then on, they cooperated with each other and never quarreled again.
The book, a word familiar to everyone. One of your favorite books is a friend who can confide in you, but also a place where you can go anytime you want to go. Book, is the best friend of mankind, in the vast sea of books, to pick out a best, favorite, is not easy. If I have to say a favorite book, it is not "Journey to the West".
Because when I was seven years old, my mom took me to a bookstore to see if there was anything I liked. When I saw Journey to the West, I opened my mouth and said, "Mommy, look, Journey to the West. At that time, I didn't quite recognize the word "Journey". My mom said, "Baby, that's Journey to the West, not Xishuji. That's how I read my first book that made me linger. From then on, I loved Journey to the West. I've always kept it flat and tidy, not letting it suffer a little bit of damage. Books are the ladder of human progress, which is the book in Gorky's eyes. Books are like medicines, good reading can heal the fools, this is the book in Liu Xiang's eyes. The book is the path of the mountain of books, and the sea of learning is a boat of pain, which is the book in the eyes of Han Yu. In my eyes, the book is a small boat looking at the back of it swim away, very reluctant to leave it, in fact, it did not swim away, but into your heart. Or this is the way: knowledge is a lamp, shining in our hearts. I love books, I love its beauty.
I love everything about it and they are the happiest together I want to continue to be beautiful with them, happy and carefree. My story with books will never draw to a close, it will only get richer and richer as I grow up.
Sixth Grade Story Essay Part 5The front of the train station was crowded with people as train after train left. Some people got on and some got off. The north wind is howling. Look, isn't that the "Mother and Child Boarding Area"? Huh? What's going on? Why are there so many men standing there? Are they illiterate? I took a closer look, strange enough, some of them were reading the newspaper; some wore glasses; some were neatly dressed with an aristocratic air; and others looked blank, as if they didn't want to see those five big, eye-catching words. On one side, a pair of mother and son stood frozen, the mother in rags, wearing only a few thin as paper-like coat, stood aside shivering, face, showing a trace of helplessness and hatred ------
If I can shuttle to that era, I really want to immediately rush up and ask those shameless false illiteracy: can't you think about their wives and children? If you were in their shoes, what would you think and do when you found out? You are a group of people who violate your conscience! Feel your conscience, do you still have it? Can you think about it from another angle? How many mothers and children are standing there helplessly because of your behavior? Where is your conscience? Where is your moral heart? You are really a bunch of 'fake illiterates' who don't know what's good for them.
Yes, in our life, there are many such similar things. 20xx, we have the World Expo in Shanghai, China. The Expo was crowded with people, and most of the pavilions had long queues, especially the Japanese Pavilion and the Saudi Pavilion! In order to allow disabled people to get in and out of the pavilions more quickly, there was a green channel. So, many people who shamelessly want to get many without a little effort tied a thick layer of bandages on their flawless feet, pretending to be a poor look into the green channel, winning the people's false sympathy and compassion!
There are many more such cases of the same thing, such as the care of the special seat on the bus is always sitting in the young guys, these people are so shameless!
Like these "fake illiterates", "fake disabled", these people are trying to figure out their own convenience. This behavior is wrong, we have to resist the "temptation" of these convenient, firmly guard their own public morality.
The story of me and the book, this story everyone must know, because everyone has a story with the book, there are sad, happy, happy, lovely, bizarre.
The story of me and books is the ordinary story. We must also know that some people's homes do not have books, want to see also have no way to see, can only borrow other people's home to see the book, and some people have a lot of books at home, a small part of the home has a book also read many times, although the home has a lot of books, but also to the father, mother, noisy to buy a book, so a small part of the home has a book, read a lot of still want to buy, I hope that those who have a lot of books at home, to engage in a fund-raising activities for books, donated to the I hope those who have a lot of books at home will have a book drive and donate them to kids who can't read, so they can read books. This is how my story with books happened; one day, my mother took many story books and comic books from the bookstore for me to read, but I still wanted more books, so every time my mother took me to the library to lend them out for me to read, and then she also bought many books from the bookstore. When I thought I couldn't fit all the books I bought from the bookstore, my dad made me a big bookcase. Once I saw a book "The Little Girl Who Sells Matches" which tells the story of a little girl who sells matches and if she doesn't sell them all, she has to go home to her father's noise, and once she fainted from hunger and finally ascended to heaven. Because of this story, I love reading more.
I think everyone every story with books, are much better than me.
Sixth grade story essay Part 7Book, is a kind of offbeat soul; is an extraordinary life. It takes us to open the door of knowledge and absorb the essence inside. Shakespeare once said, "Books are the nourishment of the world." Liu Xiang also said, "Books are like medicine, and good reading can heal the foolish." The ocean of knowledge is vast, and the ocean is made up of books.
I remember when I was a child, I liked to listen to my mother tell stories, so I asked my mother: "Mom, you have a belly full of stories from where it comes from?" Mom smiled and replied: "From the book to get ah, the book ah, is a "treasure box", everything has, when you go to elementary school, you know." Since then, I have a strong interest in books.
Finally, I went to elementary school, learned pinyin, can read books, my mother took me to the bookstore to buy me a pile of books, what "Grimm's Fairy Tales", "Andersen's Fairy Tales", "Idioms", "Aesop's Fables" ------ everything, from the bookstore back, I can't wait to open the book, a butt sitting at the desk refused to move. My mood also I followed the scene in the book ups and downs, when I saw the evil queen ordered the hunter to kill Snow White in the forest, but also to dig out her heart, I can not help but hate the heart of this poisonous king later, but also can not help but sympathize with this Snow White, when looking at the hunter released Snow White when the big stone in my heart only fell to the ground."
In the sea of books, I enjoy swimming, and gradually my vision broadened, although I have not been to Africa, but I appreciate the beautiful flavors of the African continent; although I have not been to Antarctica, but was y intoxicated by the snow and ice, this is because reading allows me to immerse myself in the situation, not only that, reading also makes people elegant interest. Early in the morning, when you will recite a beautiful poem in the ray of sunshine, you will feel the petals are quietly blooming in your heart, the mood is suddenly comfortable; reading makes us think deep tunnel, it can help us to build their own ideas on the ideas of others, when we read, has been the wisdom of others "steal" over into their heads, you see, reading makes us think deep tunnel, it can help us to build their own ideas on the ideas of others, when we read, has been the wisdom of others "steal" over into their heads, you see, you see, reading also makes people elegant interest. The first thing you need to do is to read the book!
I remember when I was in the third grade, I came to Grandma and Grandpa's house to play, I saw a book of essays on the table, and I was hungry to read, Grandpa came over to me and said; "Qiqi, I'm going out for a while, the boiling water in the kitchen to be open, remember to boil after the fire, or else, the boiling water will be burned dry, and also, the kitchen is still cooking mung bean rice, also remember to cook! Remember to unplug the power when it's done cooking, or else the rice will turn into dry rice, got it?" "Okay, I know." I didn't raise my head and continued to read my book. I do not know how long, I put down the hand of the book, hurriedly ran to the kitchen, a look, wow, this is simply "human wonders" ah, the kitchen everywhere "cloudy", I hurriedly put out the fire, ah! How come there is no water? Never mind, forget about this, I pulled the power, the lid of the pot a lift, eh? Really ugh, this rice really become "dry rice", how can we do ah? Grandpa came back, I took the initiative to admit the error, Grandpa heard really angry and funny, had to say a sentence: "others are two ears do not hear things outside the window, only read the book in front of you, you are" two ears do not hear things inside the window, only read the book in front of you, you this "little bookworm! " ". Finished, we all laughed.
The book is the ladder of human progress; the book is the guiding light of mankind; the book can guide mankind to heaven; the book is the most loyal friend of mankind. Only by making friends with good books can you make your way to the splendor of life as soon as possible. Reading has become an indispensable part of my life, it is really "three dreams in the book as a pillow, halfway up the mountain absolute as breakfast." How many mornings of the rising sun, how many starry nights, I have forgotten to fly in this sea of books. It is the book that makes me broaden my horizons and increase my knowledge; it is the book that allows me to find the compass of the lost self; it is the book that allows me to get the spiritual nourishment from it so that I can grow up slowly in my studies!
Childhood, is a melodious piccolo, playing the music of fantasy; childhood, is a pure and elegant jasmine, exudes a intoxicating aroma; childhood, is a realm of distant landscape paintings, enough to draw out how many beautiful memories ......
In the fifth grade, the math problems are more difficult, and without the help of my father, the math problems are more difficult. Without my dad's help, I don't know how to do it, and it's so difficult that I'm very annoyed. I can't help but ask him, and after my dad helped me with the problems, I still don't know how to do them, so I don't think it's a waste of time to talk about them. But now I'm not the same person I used to be. I used to be scolded by my mother because I didn't do the problems properly, and she always nagged me every day. But now I always concentrate in class, and after class, I always do simple problems, which are not difficult at all. Because now I have grown up, do things very seriously.
From now on, every time I go home, I always finish my homework before the sun goes down, although I have a lot of sweet and sour, but it's like a thorns, as long as you go to do it seriously, I believe that it will be successful, come on!
Each of the life is different and colorful, although these are difficult, but I know things to savor. Innocent childhood ah, I will continue to work hard to continue to face, believe me cheer ！！！！ I must be the best.
Sixth grade story essay Part 9This is a beautiful piece of paper-cutting, above is a minority girl, she held two camels, a black and a white. It is in a meadow of birds and flowers, but the camels do not seem to listen to the little girl, struggling desperately, so that the little girl can not come up for air. And as I read this, thoughts came to me.
Another sunny morning, the Hmong little girl Xiaofang looked at the bright sun, comfortable stretching a lazy waist, at this time, her mother came over, said to him: "Xiaofang ah, today your father and I have to go out to do business, our family camel you can keep an eye on the camel, don't let them run around ah." Xiaofang was not satisfied and said, "They only recognize you, not me, how can I care about this matter." Xiaofang said unwillingly on the mouth, but the heart is sneering: hey, finally no one cares about me, I must seize this day, play a painful.
Finally, mom and dad went out, Xiaofang opened the door of the camel's hut, threw a bit of grass inside, and then turned to go, but the door was forgotten to close, the two camels, one after the other, rushed out, Xiaofang was very anxious, and took a set of collars to the head of the camel, and then use both hands to pull the rope with both hands, but the camel did not listen to the words, and led Xiaofang to the front, and after a while, Xiaofang restrain the camel, and led the camel towards the front. After a while, Xiaofang restrained the camels and pulled them back, passing by a place where birds and flowers bloomed, but the ankle of one of the white camels was scratched. Xiaofang, who had learned a little bit of simple medical skills, took out a piece of cloth and bandaged the white camels. After a while, Xiao Fang bandaged it, tired, sweaty, panting, ready to continue to pull the camel home, but this time, when Xiao Fang pulled, the camel obediently came over, Xiao Fang instantly knew that the camel finally recognized her, so he hummed and sang a song, leading the camel, and went home happily.
Back home, it was already evening, mom and dad anxiously waiting for the return of Xiaofang, Xiaofang finally arrived home, when mom and dad saw her, puzzled: "Is this my daughter? Looks like she's grown up quite a bit!"
This is the story I associate with a piece of paper-cutting.