In our ordinary daily life, we are all familiar with essay writing, which is a way of narrative in which people express in written form the relevant knowledge, experiences and ideas stored in their memory. What kind of composition have you seen? The following is my collection of sixth grade my take on essays, I hope it can help you.
Sixth grade my specialty essay 1Everyone has their own specialty, and I am no exception. Last summer, under the teacher's teaching, I accidentally opened my "brilliant life", got the first trophy in life, so I also understood my own skill - eight through the heartbeat at that time.
In terms of "eight through the heartbeat", I'm one of the best in the team. I remember in last year's competition, I was able to lead the team to victory with zero errors, which made the other teams say, "Great!
If you think that such success is just the result of a moment of luck, I just want to say four words to you: "No, you're wrong!" At first, I was just a small rat in the class, but for some reason, I suddenly became obsessed with the "eight through the heartbeat" sports activity over a period of time. After that, I studied hard and spent my days on the Internet looking for tips on how to do the "eight-legged through the heartbeat", and I gradually became more skillful according to the methods on the Internet. Later, I was elected by my classmates to join the class team, and after shining in the competition, I successfully entered the school team with the first place. In the varsity team, I worked harder and put my whole heart into it as if it was my life. In class, I was wondering how to become better and better; after class, I came alone again to practice tirelessly by the open space.
Finally, the competition was over. I not only gained honor from it, but also realized a truth: all success comes from your efforts all the time, because kung fu does not fail you.
Sixth Grade My Specialty Essay 2Some specialties are dancing. Some are picking watermelons. Some are cutting paper. And some are playing Rubik's Cube. But my specialty is making clay figures. For me, it is very easy to pinch the clay figure, the first put the soil and water according to a certain ratio and together. This step is very important, the clay can not be too soft, otherwise the clay figure can not stand up. Nor can it be too hard, or the clay will not stick together. After the mud and good can be pinched.
You can pinch the bunny pinch the kitten, pinch the princess, pinch the prince, pinch the tree pinch the flower ...... with a variety of tools you can pinch them to life. Finally you can wait for them to be dried and painted with colorful colors.
One time my friend and I had a competition to pinch clay figures. I was going to make a nice little princess. I was very quick to make up the clay and put her hair on her face, carve a crown for her to wear, and carve a pair of big bright eyes. The little nose and cherry mouth were put aside to dry. Then I pinched the dress, I pinched the shape of a cake dress, decorated it with some beautiful gems, pinched a pair of arms and little hands and pressed them, and finally pinched a neck with a bit of clay, attached the dress and the head to a piece with a hair dryer to dry. Painted with colors. By this time my friend's little tiger was also done. Suddenly my friend laughed at me, how is it? I looked in the mirror. Haha, the original I accidentally smeared me into a big flower cat.
Kneading clay figures adds a lot of fun to me. I love making clay figures.
Sixth grade my specialty essay 3Now I am a bicycle man, not only can I go down the stairs, but also fun wild, but it is not bragging, but it is not easy to learn.
I was clumsy when I first learned, so I asked my friend to help me. As soon as I stepped on it, I thought it was easy, but all of a sudden I fell off the bike and it hurt like hell. I stepped on it again, but before I could sit firmly, my hands seemed to have changed masters, and no longer listened to my control, turning to the left and to the right, and finally I fell down again. My friend commanded me like a commander commanding an officer, and I rode slowly like a tamed lamb. As I rode on, I asked my friend to let go, and as soon as he let go of his hand, I rode smoothly, and I said aloud, "I've learned." As soon as the words left my mouth I fell over. I said again, "Uh, not learning." After a while I did learn, and I rode down the road in my old neighborhood, feeling the joy of learning to ride a bike.
From this incident I understand a truth: there is nothing difficult in the world, only afraid of people who have the will. Doing anything, we must try to do, never give up halfway, otherwise you are a real loser, a coward, will not do anything good. Do not be afraid of suffering, not through a turn of the bone cold, how to get the fragrance of plum blossoms! I believe that the next time you come to my door, you will see me riding a bicycle.
I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure you'll be able to get a good deal on this, and I'm sure you'll be able to get a good deal on this. And such a thin and ordinary me, also have a skill. That is to climb the wall.
At first I was afraid to climb the wall, because I was afraid of being dropped dead. Later it was a bold girl in our class who encouraged me to practice this skill.
I'll tell you my secret of climbing the wall, in fact, it is very simple, there are three strokes, that is: "Grasp, stirrups, walk." Grasp is to grab the top of the wall with both hands, if some of the short students, we have to pad a brick at the foot, stomping is to use a hand to support, feet stomp, it is as light as a swallow "fly" up. The last move is to walk, but also the most dangerous move. Walking to walk on the wall, walking to have no distractions, if you want to think about it, you will accidentally fall off the wall. So I want to tell you a word: "Dangerous move, please do not imitate, the action is dangerous."
I remember once, my home near the township government's 'osmanthus bloomed, can be said to be ten miles, I went to pick osmanthus with my sister. Osmanthus tree grows against the wall, we shook the osmanthus tree, and in a short while, a rain of osmanthus flowers fell on the head. However, it was too wasteful to shake it like that, so I climbed up the wall to pick it. Ten minutes later, a mineral water bottle was filled with osmanthus flowers.
As the saying goes, "A minute on the stage, ten years off the stage." I'll change it: "To have a masterstroke, practice hard the basic skills." What do you say?
Sixth grade my mastery essay 5"On the path by the pond, the robin is sounding the summer ......" A tune of "Childhood" and my song, once again floating out the window.
Whenever I finished my homework, I would hold my ukulele and forget to play, and my dad would tease, "The big musician is going to have a concert again, come and buy a ticket!" I was fully concentrated, my fingers flexibly danced on the four strings, the sound was sometimes as light as a small bridge, sometimes like a muffled thunder rolled generally low, sometimes like a drum hammer hit generally sharp, the lovely notes of the elves danced around me, I was immersed in this wonderful music and could not extricate myself ...... Until my fingers came to the tingling sensation, I came back to my senses to.
"Sword sharp from sharpening out, plum blossom fragrance from bitter cold to come". In order to learn ukulele well, I also ate a lot of pain: first, the hand played broken skin, play red, and finally all the grinding blisters! In order to learn it well, I endured the pain, outside the grass rushed, and then began to practice. C key, A key, Am key, F key ...... these keys make me dizzy, fingers pressed raw pain. My mother advised me, "Daughter, let's not practice. Let's learn a dance, learn a painting, are easier than this, see you so tired, mom heartache ah!" I shook my head and said firmly, "Mom, there is no such thing as giving up halfway. Since I've chosen to do this, I have to stick to it." Mom had no choice but to let me forget to play.
On the road of learning ukulele, there are thorns and bumps, but they are overcome by me one by one. I believe that in the days to come, I will take my ukulele, along the road of music, and go on and on ......
Sixth grade, my specialty essay 6Yesterday afternoon, my mother and I went downstairs to buy groceries. I said to my mom, "I'll stir-fry today!" Mom said, "It's better if I do it, you won't." I said, "I can learn if I don't know how! I'm grown up."
After buying vegetables back home, mom said, "Today we do celery fried meat." Mom taught me to pick the celery first, and then wash the celery with water, slightly dry for a while, then cut the celery into a small section of a small section on the plate. Since it was the first time I did it my hands were tired and sore, so I had to put down the knife and rest for a while before cutting the meat. A moment I picked up the meat to cut, only know that the meat tastes very flavorful, but did not know that cut up so difficult to cut, he is not like celery so crisp, but the oil slippery, cut up a little bit does not listen to the command. So I pressed the meat with my left hand, my right hand hard piece by piece to cut down, and finally cut this small piece of meat.
Everything is ready, I opened the fire, the pot put some oil, and so the oil opened I put the meat first, "swish, swish" sound, the pot straight smoke. I hurriedly back, followed by a spatula back and forth stir-fry, I put a little seasoning, after a while, when the meat is almost cooked, I poured the celery into the pot, stir-fry for a while, continue to stir-fry until the celery have changed color is almost fried. This dish is out of the pot.
In the evening, my father came home from work and praised me for growing up and learning to cook. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good idea of what you're doing and how you're doing it.
Sixth grade my specialty essay 7
"The east wind blows, the war drums beat." Eighteen kinds of martial arts, all of them are good! When it comes to cooking mixed noodles, I have not been afraid of anyone!
A new morning, the rising sun selflessly spread warm sunshine to the earth, the breeze urged the grass to get up. Those lovely little life - bugs also early labor. In this wonderful morning, I will show my skills in front of my family.
I got up early, washed up and went to the kitchen, first took the kettle, filled it with water, boiled the water, opened the lid to see, the kettle of water is still alive, like a group of disobedient little children, this jump and that jump, and every now and then and then fall a fall.
I poured boiling water into the pot and fired. With the sound of "da da", a blue flame came out sharply and assisted me in cooking the noodles. I took out the noodles, pinched some with my hands, pulled them out and put them into the pot, the noodles were like a weak woman, instantly submitted, I took out the plate from the kitchen cabinet, took the peanut sauce from the refrigerator, as well as peanuts, chopped green onions, hot sauce. With some water left in the kettle, add it to the plate, put in the peanut butter, chopped green onion and ready, I see the noodles are almost cooked, use chopsticks to clip into the plate, put the peanut butter and mix well, sprinkle green onion, pour a bit of soy sauce, dig a little bit of hot sauce sauce to put it in, then use chopsticks to mix a little bit. I brought out the noodles from the kitchen, and my family woke up and ate my noodles and started a new day of struggle.
That rising sun, spreading sunshine, shining my heart, as long as you dare to keep trying, keep challenging, your stage will be more shining.
Sixth grade my specialty essay 8Paper cutting is a Chinese folk art, using scissors to cut paper into various patterns, called paper cutting. Paper-cutting originated in Han, in the Tang and Han Dynasties, folk women cut flowers and birds with colored silk and paste them on the forehead as decoration. Later, people in the festival with colorful paper cut into a variety of flowers, plants, animals or people stories, pasted on the window called windowpane, pasted on the door called door sign.
Next, I'll tell you how to cut paper, first of all, an intact square A4 paper folded, and then folded paper with scissors according to their own design pattern slowly cut out some of the contours, and then the folded paper unfolded, the work came out.
I also cut some paper cuts, the first one is the double happiness paper cut, this kind of paper cut is more commonly used in wedding and other festive occasions, first a red square paper folded twice, do not rush to unfold the folded paper with scissors to cut out half of the happy word, and then carefully unfolded after the cut half of the happy word, the word becomes a double happiness paper cut. When I look at this paper cutting, I feel that the left one is the groom and the right one is the bride.
The second is the pull flower paper cutting, first a colorful square paper folded twice, after folding the final shape is a triangle, along the waist and bottom of the triangle parallel cut, the left one, the right one, cut it into a strip together, and then unfolded, like noodles, very elastic Oh, this gorgeous pull flower hanging in the house, very nice.
Paper cutting is beautiful, it is the crystallization of the wisdom of the working people.
I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about, and I'm not sure what I'm talking about. My specialty is to pinch clay figures.
On weekends, some neighbors came to my home to play, because my home does not have any toys to their liking, so I will perform in front of them to pinch mud people. The reason why I practiced the kneading of the clay man skill, is because when I was a child, my brother and I like to run around, once fell into a mud pit, which makes me interested in the mud, and then I often sit in the mud pit to play, which makes my parents very worried, my parents in order to let me no longer run around, they bought some mud in the home for me to play, and over time, they practiced the kneading of the clay man skill.
It was my turn to perform, I first chose a different color of mud, and then began to pinch, a gradually formed mudman displayed in front of everyone, I took out the mudman to dry.
After a while, the drying of the clay man was taken in by me, and my friends looked at the lifelike clay man, and could not help but admire me very much. And then let me put the paint on the paint, like a dragon point clear, lifelike clay figures like come to life. This is a very successful show.
This is my specialty.
Everyone is good at something, and I'm good at "square dancing."
Once by chance, I passed by the small square, there are a group of aunts, with the rhythm of the music, dancing cheerfully square dance. That light footsteps, beautiful dance, hands and feet are exuding youthful vitality, I instantly fell in love with the square dance. Since then, as soon as I have time, I will go to the square and aunts to learn square dance. There are many different kinds of square dance movements, and at the beginning, I learned from the simplest "slide".
However, after a period of time, I didn't learn, and I was so tired that I couldn't sleep because of the pain in my back and legs. I lost some patience. But my mom said to me: "do anything to have confidence, perseverance, success may be in front of us, otherwise, it is halfway, and finally, nothing." Encouraged by my mother, I pulled myself together, plucked up the courage to learn from the aunts, the aunts corrected my wrong movements, a few days time I mastered the skills of jumping "slide". Next, I learned the ghost dance, rabbit dance, 24 steps and 14 steps and other movements.
After a period of exercise, not only skilled in dancing skills, weight loss of seven or eight pounds, and, in the "June 1" festival of cultural performances, I performed the square dance program, but also won the first prize.
My specialty, so that I benefit a lot, both learning to dance, and exercise the body, but also honed me to overcome difficulties, really two birds with one stone!
I'm a good dancer, but I'm also a good writer.
I'm a good writer, but I'm not a good writer, I'm not a good writer.
Last summer, my father and I went home, my grandmother took us to the Daihai fishing, I did not expect, my grandmother is also a fishing expert, she taught me a lot of fishing skills, I also extra hard to learn, my fishing method is summarized as "shake, look, pull" three strokes, mastered the three strokes, the big fish automatically hooked.
Next Thursday, my family arranged to go to the Yellow River to fish, and I thought to myself: "Haha, I can finally show myself!
Finally Thursday, we came to the Yellow River, took out my long treasured fishing rod, confidently cast the fishing line, the heart of the grandmother gave me the trick, waiting for the big fish on the hook, one minute, two minutes ...... a time, two hours ...... family members? Quietly watching the fish drift, after a while, the fish drift up and down, the water fluttering, as if the waves of the sea, I pulled hard, a large cauliflower fish flying up to the sky, family members of a clap, at this time I hang heart also fell, I am pleased.
The second fish fishing is very smooth, I will be fishing line hard to throw, the fish drift quickly and up and down, I smile and pull hard, wow! A shoe! I was so embarrassed that my family laughed their heads off.
Winning or losing is a common thing in the military, so I have to practice more!
My dad sometimes asks me strange questions: "By the way, do you have a specialty that you're good at?" Suddenly, I was stunned, stammered for a moment, and then said, "I haven't thought of one yet." "I fled to my room with a loud bang because I was afraid that my father would say something about me because I didn't have a specialty, so I was a little afraid that my father would suddenly come up with such a bad behavior: forcing me to learn a specialty. Such behavior disappointed me.
By the next day, my dad wanted me to practice my handwriting at home, although 10 pages of words in one day is not a lot of practice, but it is an unfortunate one for me, because I don't like my lovely dad to do the behavior of forcing me, so I've been looking for my best handwriting in the past few days of practicing my handwriting, and as time goes by day by day, I haven't found my best handwriting yet, and the more my handwriting is practiced the worse it gets and the more it is practiced the less interest it has in me. The more I practiced, the less interested I became. During these weeks of practicing calligraphy, I wanted to draw very much.
I began to think that this is my specialty, because I found the lovely characters in the practice book, beautiful scenery, I will use the leftover time to draw, so I began to be interested in painting, slowly, I think my painting is very good, but my father did not think, because my father's painting skill is very good, so I think that I can't be compared with him, because he finished a painting in three times, and the landscape painting. I don't think I can compete with him, because he finished a landscape painting in just three clicks. I can't compete with my dad, but I'm sure I can beat him!
This is my specialty - painting.
When I was very young, I was exposed to chess because I was very curious about everything at that time. When my grandfather saw that I liked chess so much, he told me that he would teach me when I was a little older. Since I was five years old, chess and I have had an unbreakable bond.
Now, I also have a title "100 victories", and I am full of confidence to challenge my father.
Maybe it was also out of the first time to play chess with my dad, I was still a little nervous, but when I played chess with my dad, I kept thinking, "Where is he going to move next? I found the break, and all of a sudden I went to the front with the cannon and said, "General, I win"!
The next battle I played against my grandfather, I played chess with my grandfather's situation can not be so good, my cannon has been eaten up, my grandfather seems to have found the cracks, all of a sudden to me set a deadlock, because one more step I will be generals, I just have to surrender I concede defeat. But I have to work hard to succeed.
That's what I'm good at.
Sixth grade my specialty essay 14When it comes to my specialty, it is jumping rope.
Rope skipping, that is my specialty, tell you may not believe, I can jump more than 200 times a minute, hehehe, was scared?
Primary school in the fourth grade, I found that only one jump rope, I jumped fast, and simply can not stop. I was so jumping: the back of the foot off the ground, above the wrist does not move, light wrist swing rope, the physical education teacher also taught students so jump, so not only effortless, and fast and easy.
In this way, I became the students and teachers recognized as the "king of the rope skipping", as long as there is a competition, I have to let me participate in it, and every time I come back, I will carry a big good news - and is the first place. In a competition, I am jumping rope, rope suddenly broken, I do not consider all the third pick up the rope to continue to jump, then only jumped more than one hundred and eighty. Back to the class, I cried and mourned, other people asked me, I do not take care of him (her), I did not expect the results came down, I am still the first place, I suddenly turned from sad to happy, happy to jump, I am still the first place, oh yeah!
In the fifth grade, changed the physical education teacher, he asked the students which jump rope jumping good, I have not yet hysterical stunned over, the students more than sixty fingers have pointed to me.
Although I have not been trained to jump rope in the summer, but jumping up is still familiar, still so fast.
Sixth grade my specialty essay 15One day, my mom and dad were on a business trip and I was home alone, and it was on this day that I learned to fry tomatoes, and I was both excited and sad.
When I was watching TV, my stomach growled, and I thought, "Mom's not home, and I don't know how to fry, so what am I going to eat? I ran to the refrigerator, and found that there are few things left, only mom from the market tomatoes, I thought: just do a plate of fragrant and delicious tomatoes.
Then I recalled my mom frying the tomatoes. Mom put the tomatoes in the refrigerator into a very large bowl, and then pour some fresh boiling water, after a few minutes to tear the skin off the tomatoes in the bowl. After a few minutes, she tore off the skin of the tomatoes in the bowl, cut the tomatoes into pieces, put the pot on the stovetop, turned on the heat, poured the oil into the pot, and then put the vegetables into the pot and stir-fried them back and forth. A moment later and put a variety of seasonings into the pot to stir fry, soon, a plate of tomatoes out of the pot.
Then, I followed my mother's example and began to fry. I washed the tomatoes, and then cut it into pieces, but I cut unevenly, and accidentally cut my hand. I wanted to give up, but my stomach growled again. I had no choice but to continue, and then, not knowing what salt looks like, I put a bottle of white objects in, and finally my tomatoes were fried. I couldn't wait to take a bite: "Ah - it's so hard to eat!"
This frying made me realize how hard it is for my mom to eat three meals a day!