In daily study, work or life, everyone has tried to write a composition. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. So do you know how to write a good essay? Below is a composition describing scenes in sixth grade that I compiled for you. Welcome to read and collect. Composition 1 describing the scene of the sixth grade
"Come on! Come on!" Waves of overwhelming cheers came from the playground, one wave after another. Our school is holding the annual primary school sports meeting.
With the cheers of the students, the exciting women’s 800 meters finally kicked off. I saw that all the students on the track were in high spirits. Some athletes were preparing and eager to try; some were chatting and laughing, confident...
With the sound of a gunshot, the team members rushed out like arrows. , like a runaway pony rushing to chase. Classmate Han Xia is recognized by all of us as the "Scud", so we all have the highest hopes for her. The classmates shouted in unison as hard as they could on the playground, cheering her on. Everyone shouted with red faces, and the athletes also rushed to run. At the beginning, Han Xia was always in second place, and we were a little worried. After a while, she was only 100 meters away from the first place, but her speed gradually slowed down, and the expression on her face was very painful.
No, the team members behind them caught up one after another. The cheerleaders all stood up excitedly, waved their hands, and shouted desperately: "Han Xia, come on! Perseverance to the end is victory!" "Her pace quickened. There were still fifty meters, twenty meters, ten meters away from the finish line... At the last moment, some students waved their fists nervously. Han Xia was seen using all her strength at the last moment, as if twisting her hair. Same thing, running forward with all your might. Finally reaching the finish line, she performed a "Tiger Predation" and jumped to the first place. The classmates all cheered for her and applauded her strong perseverance.
The competition ended successfully. Our class achieved a good result of second place, only a few points behind the first place and missed the championship.
After several struggles and struggles, we finally reach the other side of success. This is far more joyful and precious than smooth sailing success! Composition 2 of the sixth grade scene description
Today is my aunt’s wedding. I am very happy. This is the first time I have attended my aunt’s wedding. My aunt and I came to the southern water town to attend my aunt's wedding.
When I came to the hotel, what I saw was like a tropical rain forest. The very beautiful fountains and unusually realistic flowers and plants were fake, but I still felt comfortable. Suddenly my aunt's voice woke me up from my intoxication: "Silly boy, we are going to the fourth floor, not the first floor." I immediately followed my aunt to the fourth floor of Nanguo Water Town.
Although the fourth floor is not as beautiful as the first floor, it is crowded with people and red everywhere. Red carpet, red walls and red wedding candy. In the middle of the southern water town is the wedding stage. I sat closest to my aunt. A figure appeared on the wedding stage. I took a closer look and saw, isn't this my future uncle? My mood is getting more and more excited.
When the wedding started, there was also a host customized by my grandfather. The host announced: "I declare that the wedding will begin now." Nearly two hundred people in the audience burst into enthusiastic applause. Then my aunt and my "uncle" showed up on the wedding stage.
Then the host said to my aunt: "Are you willing to marry this man?" My aunt picked up the microphone and said: "Yes." There was a burst of thunderous applause from the audience, and the sound was very Very big. Then I asked my uncle: "Are you willing to marry the lady next to you?" "I do, I very much do!" There was another round of overwhelming applause.
At this moment, the two golden balls on the stage suddenly exploded. Colorful pieces of paper exploded from the golden ball. I know clearly that I can now legitimately call him uncle. Then the applause got louder and louder, and our Changsheng was very noisy. Then I can eat delicious food after the wedding. I'm really happy that this is what I'm best at.
My aunt’s wedding this time is really interesting. I wonder when my aunt will get married again. I can eat good food again. Essay 3 describing scenes in sixth grade
There are many things experienced in life, including joy and sorrow, laughter and tears. Life is really colorful.
Of course, I am no exception. In my life, there is one thing that remains fresh in my memory, that is the first time I went to Beijing’s Tiananmen Square to watch the flag-raising.
The sky in Beijing is very blue, and the sunrises very early in Beijing. At 4 o'clock in the morning, I was woken up by my mother in my sleep. She wanted to take me to watch the flag raising. I was thinking, "Who is raising the flag so early?" My mother said with a smile, "You will know when you get there!" We rushed to Tiananmen Square, ah! I finally know what a huge crowd is. Before it started, my father introduced me: "The flag of the People's Republic of China is the 'Five-Star Red Flag'. The flag is red and rectangular. There are 5 five-pointed stars in the upper left corner and 4 small stars surrounding a big star." , symbolizes unity, and red represents enthusiasm. The five stars are set to yellow to appear bright." I thought: "The whole pattern of the five-star red flag symbolizes the great unity of the Chinese people." Where is the symbol of revolution?" Said: "This national flag is said to be dyed red by the blood of the People's Liberation Army who sacrificed their lives for the revolution during the revolution. Our red scarf is a corner of the national flag." Listening to what my father said, my heart skipped a beat! At exactly 4:57, the serious flag-raiser slowly came into my sight. In the solemn national anthem, the bright five-star red flag fluttered in the wind! Dad’s words still echo in my ears. In their eyes, this is a very ordinary job, but in my heart, this is a very sacred thing. With the raising of the national flag, a new day is about to begin.
Beijing, the capital of New China, I think, to me, Beijing is a sacred place. The antiquity of Beijing makes me feel novel; the prosperity of Beijing makes me eye-opening; the life in Beijing makes me feel friendly; the civilization of Beijing makes me deeply educated; the scenic spots in Beijing make me linger. Of course, the most unforgettable thing for me was the raising of the national flag. Essay 4 describing scenes in sixth grade
Jingle bells... Whenever I hear this wonderful bell, I reflexively think of the ten minutes of joy during recess.
get out of class is over, and the teacher is arrogantly assigning today’s homework. Only about ten students in the room are listening, and the rest have already achieved their great careers. All of a sudden, the classroom was full of sights, fifty-six faces, fifty-six flowers... One-half of the students asked the teacher what homework the teacher had left, and a quarter of the students rushed to the WC to chat. The rest of the people were paying attention to the small concert held by the man also known as JJ Lin.
As the saying goes, "There are no tigers in the mountains, but monkeys are kings." At this time, the classroom seemed to be exploding and boiling. Oops, it's really a bit grand. The idol little king Ren Junjie showed off his talents, but the only drawback is that there is no equipment and everything seems crude. Ren Junjie used a broom as a guitar and a highlighter as a microphone and began to perform. He cleared his throat to indicate that his accompanist was ready. Look at that old Han floating around leisurely like a ghost. "In your heart, fly freely..." Oh, he is really full of arrogance. Lao Han is relatively short and looks like a flea in the crowd. He sings more and more enthusiastically, so narcissistic that he closes his eyes. , like a victorious general walking through the Arc de Triomphe. "Thank you everyone...", narcissism made his voice very loud. He tossed his head in a cool pose. His "hardcore fans" were very excited, and the ten minutes between classes reached a climax with cheers and cheers.
Jingle bells... It’s time for class, and the noisy classroom immediately quiets down, like a surging tide beginning to ebb. The students returned to their seats. Since the ten minutes between classes effectively buffered everyone's nervous thinking, the students concentrated on welcoming the new class. Composition 5 describing scenes in sixth grade
Since I was a child, I don’t know how many people I have seen off, whether they were acquaintances or not. But most of them follow the elders and say a few words of blessing according to the ancient Chinese tradition, but they never really feel the feeling of farewell.
Today is different. My cousin is going to the south to study for three years. This time I came to my grandma’s house specifically to say goodbye to my cousin. Many relatives and friends came, asking questions around my cousin. My cousin was as cheerful as usual, socializing with everyone, and occasionally cracking jokes during the conversation...
My cousin is here too. The three of us grew up together. ...But at this very moment, I have so much to say, I don’t know how to say it. After all, we have been the eldest brother for more than ten years. My cousin brought up something, and the three of us started arguing. As soon as we started talking, the words in my heart began to flow out, and I couldn't hold them back anymore.
From the naughty stories of childhood, to the beautiful vision of the future, from the small things in school to the big international events, the sea and the sky are endless. We have long forgotten the flight of time, and it is already getting late in the blink of an eye.
After that unusual dinner, it was time for my cousin and I to go home. My cousin said goodbye reluctantly and sent us out the door. The conversation started again, and all the worries and doubts about "this has lasted for many years" were poured out. As younger brothers and sisters, we can only encourage and comfort. Before we knew it, my cousin had sent us a long way, and it was time to say goodbye. "You can do it, you have to have confidence!" "We will write to you often." Our every encouragement made my cousin's frown relax. Seeing you thousands of miles away, there will be a farewell in the end. Finally, we loosened our grip and embarked on our own path. Composition 6 describing scenes in sixth grade
It’s time to run for Sanhaosheng again.
Time flies so fast at this time, and in a blink of an eye, it’s my turn to speak. The speeches of the classmates in front were so wonderful, how could I be willing to lag behind! I quickly stepped onto the podium and read the campaign draft aloud. Although I was a little nervous and read the wrong words, my classmates still gave me encouraging applause.
The voting began. Xiaohong and Xiaoli took turns singing, while Xiao Ming and others drew the votes. The candidates sat in the audience and listened quietly. The team committee member of our class obviously has more advantages than others. He always has a confident smile on his face and yawns from time to time, as if he is sure of victory. Several squadron cadres and I frowned and looked at the blackboard, hoping to gradually narrow the gap with the brigade committee. Although I looked calm on the surface, I actually couldn't sit still at all. I looked at this person's vote count and that person's vote count, and thought to myself: The person who drew the vote for me! When you are drawing "right", be generous and draw more strokes, but don't be frugal! Whenever someone else exceeded my vote count, I would either cover my face with my hands, put my hands together in front of my chest and pray silently, or hold a pen hard with one hand to relieve the tension. When I overtook others, my mood stabilized a little. I peeked at the team leader next to me and saw him staring at the blackboard intently, for fear that others would draw the wrong picture for him. Those students who did not participate in the election looked like they had nothing to do, and some even entered a semi-sleep state, as if even if the sky fell, they would not be disturbed.
At the end of the selection, I was honored to be elected as a district-level Sanhaosheng. My good friend Xiaohui was not as lucky as me. Although he lost the election, he said optimistically: "The important thing is not the result, but the process. I found my shortcomings in this participation process, and this is the gain." I cast an approving look at him.
Composition 7 describing the scene in the sixth grade
This morning, the teacher walked to the podium with a smile on his face and said: "Students, let me tell you some good news. We will hold a tug-of-war competition in the afternoon!"
Suddenly the classroom was boiling, and the students’ cheers almost shattered the cups. I was so excited that I didn’t realize what the lunch was like, and I kept thinking about the tug-of-war! After finally staying up until the afternoon, it seemed that every student was sitting quietly in his seat. The teacher came in and said: "Students, there is going to be a tug-of-war competition soon. Are you ready?" We immediately answered loudly: " Ready!" The teacher also imitated our tone and said: "Okay! I admire your courage and hope that the competition will be the same! Next, I will tell you the rules. First, we must..." We didn't listen very seriously. , all my thoughts were spent on how to win. I glanced around and saw that the classmates next to me seemed to be unable to restrain themselves, and they had the urge to rush out at any time!
Finally the teacher led us to the playground. After dividing into teams and five minutes of pre-war warm-up, all the athletes were already in their respective positions. As the teacher shouted the countdown: "Three two one, start!" the teacher gave the order, and the students They tried their best and pulled back as hard as they could! Oh yeah! Our team has an obvious advantage in strength. Every student kept pulling back. They tilted their bodies and pressed down hard. One of the students' face was already flushed, and there were big beads of sweat on his forehead. They were lined up in rows and kept falling down. The veins on the neck and arms were about to burst out, and the whole body seemed to be shaking!
The students watching from the side were not to be outdone, some shouted cheers, some shouted slogans...the two teams were still fighting with all their strength! Seeing that our opponents could no longer hold on any longer, we gritted our teeth and exhausted all our strength to hold on and hold on. Finally, our opponents were dragged to our territory like a group of little ones being led by one another! Ah, we are victorious!
It is our unremitting efforts that allow us to achieve the final victory! At that moment, everyone was overflowing with joy. I hope that this moment will be preserved forever.