In our daily study, work and life, we have all tried to write essays, haven't we? Writing essays can exercise our habit of being alone, quieting our mind and thinking about our future direction. What kind of essays have you seen? The following is my collection of walking sixth grade essay, welcome to read, I hope you can like it.
Walking sixth grade essay 1Walking, what a simple word ah, but in that walk, experienced my grandmother's love for me. --Title
Dad and mom went out in the past few days, by the grandmother to the home to take care of, take advantage of this free good time, I want to go out for a walk with my grandmother.
When we arrived at the park, my grandmother and I could not help but be attracted by the scenery in front of us. Look! Camellia blooming smile, a dozen heart-shaped petals cascading, open fragrant and fragrant, open joyful and comfortable. Some of them hanging in the branch waist, open "mouth", as if with a sweet voice singing the arrival of spring, some embedded in the tree between the fork, as if in the accumulation of strength, to meet the challenge; there are also green leaves to cover half of the face, looks very shy, but also seems to play hide-and-seek with me ... ... ...It's so interesting. And the cherry blossom is also so charming. Walking to the cherry tree, a fragrance comes to my nose. A vibrant cherry tree bloomed beautiful flowers. The petals of the cherry blossoms are five, the size of a copper coin, just like a lovely little bell. A gust of wind blew, the cherry blossoms showed a soft dance to the earth, while the naughty dewdrops rolled down. What a beautiful picture! This fair view of spring again seems to let me see a tenacious spring, which drove away the cold winter to make people feel warm, but was bullied by the summer. From this moment on, I felt the greatness of spring, the glory of spring, spring really - come!
I assisted the legs of the grandmother, continue to walk forward. At this point, the sky suddenly darkened, a few dark clouds slowly covered the sky. "Not good! Rain is coming!" Grandma said. Instantly, lightning broke through the sky and a thunderbolt came down as if the entire sky had split in half. I looked at the sky and suddenly the rain came down. The soybean-sized raindrops hit my face like knives, so painful! Suddenly, I felt that my body was much warmer and not so cold anymore. I looked, it turned out to be the grandmother will be their own coat draped over my body, a body sick grandmother actually disregard for their own peace of mind to give me the coat, my heart some pain, no, grandmother and then this way feet will not be able to. I wanted to break away from this warm and unforgettable coat. But at the same time I broke away from the jacket, grandmother hugged more tightly, gave me a kind smile, in her wrinkled face, I saw the years approaching, and her care for me, my heart was not soft, a teardrop also kept rolling in my eyes. At that moment, I was so warm, so warm.
This walk showed me how much my grandmother loves me, and that smile made me feel warm.
Walking Sixth Grade Essay 2In the evening of the summer vacation, we greeted the little light under the street lamps and started the journey of walking ......
Walking through the curved path, I saw the small river that was as horizontal as a mirror. The afterglow of the setting sun dappled reflected in the crystal clear water, for the calm water surface paved a layer of gold; river willow leaves fluttering in the wind, for the river girl dance, appear to have a different flavor; air red haze stained the sky, so that the sky becomes red bright, not less sunny when the scenery; the river surface shimmering, a breeze swept through the surface of the water in a thousand shapes and sizes, like an exquisite picture, let a man The river is a beautiful picture, so people can't bear to destroy the beauty of this beautiful style.
Along the willow neatly organized queue, I saw the majestic Century Square. There are lights everywhere, looks extraordinarily bright, like a sea of lights; towering light of the century in the light of the stars stand out, looks extraordinarily dazzling, can be comparable to the bright lighthouse; people come and go on the square, most of them love sports people, they surrounded by rope skipping, running, playing tai chi, looks extraordinarily excited, together to enjoy the fun of sports; at night, the music fountain in the accompaniment of exciting music, slowly rising, the long, long and beautiful, the fountain is a great place to enjoy the fun of the world. At night, the musical fountain in the accompaniment of exciting music, slowly rising, the long column of water in the air rhythmic dance, appearing to be extraordinarily noticeable, attracting a steady stream of onlookers.
Along the guidance of the bright moon, we came to the Xiushan Park. In front of the park, a few elderly aunts with a brisk pace, dancing beautifully, athletic and graceful; Pavilion, a few elderly people are happily talking about interesting topics, with the hands of the bushel fan to drive away sweat, and its happy, all of them are happy in the middle; a variety of trees are carrying out a joyful performance, they are swaying gracefully body, fluttering They are swaying their graceful bodies, fluttering their beautiful songs "Shalala, Shalala", presenting wonderful performances for the pedestrians; birds returning to their nests one after another at night fly back to their nests, chattering and chirping, accompanied by the trees, which is very pleasant to listen to.
It was late at night when we started to return, and along the way, I saw the spectacular Grand Theater. The Grand Theatre is in the middle of a wonderful show, off-site lighting interlaced, changing colors, mysterious; directly in front of the square, the children play in groups of three to five, tearing nametags, cycling, roller skating ...... You see, a group of children are dazzling lights skillfully control the roller skates. Sometimes open arms; sometimes closed palms behind; sometimes half squatting, flying forward, like a gust of wind swept; sometimes twisted body, gently turn, successfully around an obstacle. Alternate stepping sound, they left a string full of laughter in the square rollerblading music ......
We ended the evening stroll, but the joy of the stroll is still accompanied by us into the dreamland ......
Walking 6th grade essay 3A path, two figures, countless footprints, witnessed the passage of years, carrying a strong mother-daughter love.
In my memory, there is always such a picture: the sun is setting, the countryside road, one after the other, two figures were stretched long, laughter constantly scattered with the wind, it seems that even the wind, birds, butterflies are also very happy. This is the scene of my mom and I walking when I was a child. I am like an unrestrained happy sheep, always happy to run in front of mom, want mom to chase, and from time to time complained about mom walking too slow, and mom as always reminds: "slow down, be careful to fall!" Running tired, I will be pampered, wanting my mother to carry, sometimes in the arms of my mother does not get up, but also often issued a "giggle" silly laughter. Now, I have grown taller and older. But my mom seems to have become shorter in my eyes, and there are some gray hairs on her temples. One rare weekend, after the evening meal, I said I want to go with my mom to the path, mom's eyes actually flashed out of the look of joy. However, although walking side by side, more often than not in silence, two hearts seem to be no longer so close. Mom, when we were so rusty, when I was so indifferent to you, what makes me no longer take the initiative to communicate with you ......
Mom, do you know? In my memory you have been very beautiful and kind, set of beauty and quality in one. But now, walking silently behind you, I found that your back has been slightly bent. Mom, the heavy burden of life has bent your waist, the merciless years stained your sideburns, but you love the daughter for more than ten years but do not know. Time has inadvertently flowed into a river, will be our mother and daughter each other on both sides of the river. For more than a decade, I have only asked for you, but never cared about you; I only know and friends talk about the world, but never had the patience to listen to you say some trivial things in life; I only know to indulge in their own small world, but never paid attention to your inner world; I have become more and more indifferent, more and more estranged from you ......
Mom. I'm sorry, for more than ten years I have missed too many opportunities to accompany you, missed too much time with you, my one initiative to take a walk with you, but let you so satisfied. In the days to come, I will not let you alone, will not let you lonely.
A path, two figures, countless footprints, I would like to walk with my mom for the rest of my life ......
Walking 6th Grade Essay 4This path in the dense forest is an extremely quiet trail, a good place for me to walk with my dad after dinner usually. But I had never traversed this trail alone until that time--
That time my dad wasn't home, and after dinner I went for a walk alone in the dense forest.
As soon as I stepped onto the forest path, I was immediately enveloped by the thick colors of the night, and an unspeakable and lifeless fear of the night came over me. I tried my best to stare wide-eyed and deadpan at a few dim lights in the distance, and couldn't help but quicken my pace. A cloudy wind blew, and the leaves in the forest clattered. As if it is a night song played by the ghosts in this forest, I can t hold down the fear in my heart and run ...... At that moment, the trees in the forest, the grass and rocks beside the road. As if they are all going to be transformed into all the demons and ghosts I can imagine in the next moment. I covered my ears, lowered my head, and ran wildly without life ......
When I ran out of the forest, I could clearly hear myself a gasp. I unfolded my palms, which were covered in sweat. Thinking back to the scene where I had just scared myself, I was dumbfounded. Determined, next time, to step calmly!
And then step on the path, the heart of a lot of frank, quiet night, gently embrace me into the embrace, I took a deep breath, with the heart to feel the night. The pure beauty of the black, silent illusion of an ink painting, the infinite beauty of nature, skillfully dissolved in a color. Slow down, close your eyes, and enjoy the beauty of the night - that is to listen with your ears to the rustle of the wind across the leaves; that is to tread with your feet on the fragrant paths full of soil. With my heart to enjoy the tranquility of the night, the gentleness of the night ...... When my heart, silent in the thick night, I finally see through the darkness that is not on the surface, and see the real night.
That night is calm, it is the calm contemplation of life to the world in the middle of all the music. At night, there is no pomp and circumstance, no sparkle. Can also remove all the dead heart and distractions, only in the night, in order to let the life sublimation of pure thought, in order to carry out incisive thinking. Night is a harbor, a place to moor thoughts.
As I strolled from night to night, my mind remained in the night grove. Looking back again, the dense bushes gently swayed their branches in the breeze, seeming to smile and sing.
Walking in the night, feel the beauty of the night with your heart, taste the flavor of the heart ...... In fact, the night is also beautiful, as long as you have a bright heart.
Walking Sixth Grade Essay 5Give the mind a vacation and let it go for a walk.
Listen to the tinkling of the spring water and feel the quietness of the years.
Stepping on the soft soil in the mountains, smelling the fragrance of flowers, the mood is like a sailboat full of wind, full of pleasure. The hand gently open the green branches and leaves, a clear spring will quietly come. The spring is like a crystal that has been dipped in the sun and has a dazzling luster. Closer to listen to, tinkling, that is the spring in the welcome to my visit, is singing happily, my mood also from the previous nervous depression become relaxed and happy. Those complicated trivialities, inexplicable worries, are all left behind me. Here, I want to give my mind a vacation, to feel the quiet beauty of time.
Walking along the mountain path, tasting the time.
In the evening, I walked with my mother on the mountain path. The sunlight was shining on the winding paths between the mountains, stretching our silhouettes to a long, long time. My mother looked at me with a smile and caressed my pigtails. I looked up at my mother and saw that her long black hair had turned white. Under the setting sun like blood, my mother held my hand like this, strolling on the rugged path, I could not see a trace of my mother's sadness, her words and actions are full of joy and hope. My mother told me not to worry only about the shortness of time, but to live up to this great time. If you savor the beauty of life, what is the shortness of time? Time is a time to grow old, but the years are like a song. I would like to keep walking with my mother like this.
Seeing the rain hit the branches, sighing good time and beautiful scenery.
Put down the heavy bag, let the mind to walk, a rain scene in front of you, if you have a good mood, you will not lament the ancients of the rain hit the banana, the moonlight and the stars are just so. As my eyes, a night of rain, last night still in the branches of the flowers, this night has been broken, scattered. Suddenly looked up, but there are still intact a few, facing the morning sunlight playful standing branches. Their lips seem to tell us what happened last night: the wind and rain were so violent, but I'm still here, I want to bloom, no one can stop me! Seeing this scene, my mind also has a kind of cleansing after being washed - it turns out that suffering is also wealth. With such a state of mind, why should I still long for the spring rain that "dives into the night with the wind and moistens things silently"? Put down all the heavy baggage, face the wind and rain, in the journey of the soul, will show a picture of beauty.
Give the mind a vacation, let it go for a walk.
As long as you have hope in your heart and sunshine in front of your eyes, your years will be quiet, your time will be leisurely, your years will be like flowers, and everything will be a beautiful picture!
Give the mind a vacation and let it go for a walk.
Walking 6th Grade Essay 6There is a quiet hill at the back door of Grandma's house.
As a child, my parents were away for a long time, so they left me in the care of my grandmother. Every morning I would go for a walk there with my grandmother, the whole hillside is a verdant green, did not have time to dissipate the fog like elegant silk, a strand of it wrapped around the waist.
The joyful me is always a brain straight forward, enjoying the coolness of the wind across the face, completely Grandma's yell left behind, until exhaustion, I stopped, bent over, panting there. At this time the grandmother also trotted to my side, saw me like this, helplessly shook his head, said with a smile, "you child, tired, how to run so monkey." Subsequently with a finger tenderly poked my little brain, to wait for me to rest enough, with her slightly rough, but incomparably warm big hand holding my slightly tender white small hand slowly forward.
I remember a rainy morning, the air is filled with the fragrance of the soil, Grandma and I went for a walk in the back of the mountain, the stone road because of the wash of the rain has become smooth and bright, I was as naughty as a little monkey in this forest scurrying around, accidentally fell, the knee on the hot pain, Grandma saw this, anxious and round and round, eyes full of anxiety, busy to help me, and then bent down, I climbed on the Grandma's thin and firm back, in her hasty pace down the mountain. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products in the world, and you'll be able to do it all at the same time.
Time slipped away from my fingers like tiny gravel, and I was already in middle school.
Not long ago, I went back to visit my grandmother, who has aged a lot, her waist has been bent and deformed, her forehead is covered with wrinkles, thousands of grooves and ravines, like a large piece of bark, but her face always hangs on a kind smile, as in that year.
After dinner, I went to the back of the mountain with my grandmother to walk, the terraces on the side of the mountain in the rapeseed flowers are also open, yellow rapeseed flowers are stacked on the hillside in this patchwork, the breeze blew, surging layer after layer of golden. Waves, in the light of the sunshine flashed wave after wave of bright light. Walking through the sea of flowers, I obviously feel the grandmother's strength, she bowed, hobbling to move. I quietly slowed down my pace, quietly waiting for my grandmother, as if the grandmother of the past every few steps, stopped and turned back, raised his smiling face to the left and right I urged: "Good grandson, quickly come over."
In the brilliant afterglow, I helped my grandmother walk back slowly, and the two pairs of warm hands holding each other overlapped with vague memories.
This hillside is full of warm memories because of my grandmother. I fell back to sleep for another short while, and raised my eyes to glance at the alarm clock, it was 6:30, the sky was already bright, and the rain had stopped, so it must be comfortable to go out for a walk at this moment. I went downstairs and inhaled wildly, the fresh air smelled so good! The air was filled with the fragrance of wildflowers, the freshness of grass, and the sweetness of dew drops. Grass on the ground, flowers face dew crystal clear, dew makes them look more vibrant.
Walking out of the square, I came to a gazebo to rest, listen, the birds are standing in the branches of the spirit of singing to me! I raised his head, to find this singing bird, only to see its slender legs and feet clutching the branches, the small head of the East a little crooked, I was around the tree in a daze to scrutinize it, a glance did not light actually bumped into a foreigner. Out of instinct, I quickly apologized in Chinese: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you all right?"
She tilted her head, frowned, and looked puzzled. I was stunned before I reacted, and hurriedly communicated with her in my English. In order to communicate more smoothly, I took out my cell phone in my bag and opened a translation software, and after a while, the two of us were able to talk freely.
After a short exchange, I invited her to come to my house, and she happily agreed. When she saw my parents, she greeted them enthusiastically in English. My parents were stunned by this unexpected visitor, and they both asked, confused, "Son, how do you know each other? And what, can you get her to speak Chinese?"
After a half-dozen conversations in which the whole family gestured and guessed, Windy said, "Teacher!" I looked puzzled and used the software to ask, "What? What kind of teacher?" She said, "Can I be your foreign language teacher, and you be my Chinese teacher?" I whispered to my mom, and with my parents' permission, we recognized each other as "teachers".
With Windy as my foreign friend, my English has skyrocketed, and she's grateful to me for teaching her Chinese.
Walking is good for breathing fresh air and making every day full of energy. Walking is good for making a good teacher and a good friend!
Walking 6th grade essay 8"When is the bright moon, ask the blue sky with wine, I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is this evening?" Think of Su Shi's poem, and then look at the calendar, look out the window that both large and bright large disc is so beautiful, it is really every year in the Mid-Autumn Festival, this time and Mid-Autumn Festival, see not we put the Mid-Autumn Festival to look forward to, this wisp of bright moonlight as if he was inviting me to take a walk with him. Look up at the sky, today's round of the full moon is extraordinarily bright, as if it is a bright mirror, hanging high in the air, like a transparent crystal, all the key to spill glory; moonlight like water, moonlight like practice, 12 times a year, the only full moon, the moon is the brightest, there is a longing, there is a hold on, there is a hold on the family's feelings, as if the people put their own thoughts, pinch pinch pinch pinch pinch pinch ah, pinch a round of the bright moon hanging in the air. I gladly accept the invitation of the moon, happily out of the house, let the moon in my body at will wreak havoc, let him play in my whole body, touch touch, but I am willing to give up my classmates reunion, give up my after-school life, to walk with the moonlight.
Tonight is so beautiful, the moonlight is like a shadow, with the moon, in the side of the street tree, and the moonlight with the walk, I saw the street tree sun and moon, the moonlight in the leaves of the tree seams hidden, as if it is a layer of white veil is hidden.
Walking with the moonlight came to the flower bed. Moonlight flowers do not see the rosy cheeks, do not see the splendor and prosperity of the day, do not see the delicate and lively day, however, sometimes just peace and quiet, is so plain, is so beautiful, but also so quiet, bring people a quiet, bring people a cool, bring people a peace and quiet. This flower quietly looking up at the sky, looking up at the stars, much like a dignified and beautiful good is watching over the mid-autumn, just as a period of practice in life, really let me and the moonlight touched.
The breeze is light, I came to the bridge with the moonlight, looking down at the bridge, the kind of shimmering water, like the falling stars, speckled, the sky at this time like an endless sea, this time the river is so atmospheric, so elegant, so magical, as if fairyland, at this moment, I would like this water into a manna, a cup of wine, and the moon soundly, and a drunkenness. I'd like to get drunk and let the wind send my thoughts to my family in a special way.
Walking with the moonlight is so cozy and satisfied, looking up and the moon as shadow, looking away, this is the beauty of life, let me hold a cup of moonlight, into the bosom of my heart, so that I will always always remember this beautiful moment, to give themselves a baptism of the soul, walking with the moonlight is that beautiful.
Walking sixth grade essay 9Summer, is hot, but it is the season of joy for small animals. Frogs, robins, crickets, toads (toads) ...... often come out in the evening to cool off and have fun.
That day, after dinner, I asked a few students to go out for a walk and talk. We came to a newly built park, where the scenery is very beautiful. However, just walk a while, we have a difference of opinion. Some of us said, "Let's take the nearer path; some of us said, "It's better to take the farther path, because there is a dog on the nearer path, which is too scary. I said, "It's better to take the nearer one, precisely because there is a dog on that road, we can practice our courage, besides, that dog is tied up, it's not likely to come and bite you!" The girls were speechless, so they agreed to take the shortcut.
We headed for that road, where there was a clear river, and green trees, and colorful colored lights on the side of the road, it was beautiful. We were all very happy as we walked and looked at the scenery. Among us, I was the naughtiest. When I saw a tree that I could climb, I wanted to climb it and play. My companions warned me to be careful not to fall. Listening to their well-intentioned reminders, I felt very relieved, and said in my heart, "It's good to have friends!"
In a short while, we came to a small pavilion and chatted for a while inside the pavilion before coming out. After coming out from inside the pavilion, we were still walking and chatting at the same time. By this time, the sky was already a bit dark, and we couldn't see things on the road very clearly. As we walked, I saw a dark thing on the road and thought it was a rock, so I crossed it. But my companions, one of them is "stepping stone". Only heard "Ouch!" Everyone was startled by her shout. It turned out that the so-called "stone" is a toad, step on the soft, but the companion stepped on it scared. When we went over to look, the guy had already jumped and escaped.
They were all scared silly, they are patting their own chests, and the companion who stepped on it almost cried out. I hurriedly went to comfort her, "Okay, okay, don't be scared, and don't be sad. Look at me, I was scared too, but I recovered quickly. Just forget about it. Everyone comfort yourself, OK!"
Finally, they all eased up. ......
Walking with your companions is joyful and scary and sad, but more fun!