Sixth grade writing high points essay 600 words Part 1
One of the most unforgettable things for me since I was a little girl is learning to ride a bike. Usually on the way home from school or school, I saw many big brothers and sisters riding bicycles leisurely, I am very jealous of them. So I decided to ask my mom to buy me a bike. Mom said: "buy a bike can, but you must practice every day ah! I was determined to say: "I will certainly practice every day, until I learn." Mom said: "Okay!" One day, my mom and a few guys were ready to teach me how to ride a bike, and I learned with confidence. I think riding a bicycle is not particularly difficult. But I didn't realize that I was just getting on my bike and I fell down. My mom came over and patiently told me, "Hold the handlebars with both hands, hold your chest out, look straight ahead, and push hard on the pedals." I carefully followed what my mom taught me, but I still couldn't control the bike. Here, it was like a disobedient child. When you tell it to go east, it goes west. It was hard to control the direction, but the bike stopped again, and I almost lost all my confidence. At this time, my mother smiled and said to me: "do anything can not be easy to learn, as long as you persist, you will be successful." Encouraged by my mom and a few of my buddies, I regained my confidence. I gripped the handlebars, balanced my body, controlled the direction, the bike can finally move forward. All my friends cheered for me: "Du Xingxing can finally ride a bike." I said excitedly to my mom, "Mom, I can ride!" My mom looked at me with a serious voice: "Son, you have made great progress, and mom is happy for you. However, now you are not fully mastered, and must be practiced diligently in the future, only really learn to ride a bicycle."Sixth grade writing high points essay 600 words Part 2
In my growing up process, I have experienced a variety of things. But so far there is one thing that I can't forget. I'm not sure what it is, but I'm sure it's something I'd like to hear about. Please listen to me to tell the story. It was at noon on a Sunday, just after the English tutorial class, I have been hungry, my stomach has been singing "empty city". So, I begged my mother to buy me two white buns, mom quickly agreed, handed me ten dollars. I took ten dollars and took three steps to the steamed bun store, the boss is a grandmother. The owner was an old woman. Because two buns cost five dollars, the old woman gave me five dollars back. I took the money and buns, happy to go home. In the afternoon, my mom and I are going to go to the mall. I buy white bread in the morning the rest of the money to mom, mom took a look, "Huh? How or ten dollars." "Oops! It turned out to be a grandmother looking for the wrong, did not pay attention to find me is two stacked together five dollars, let's hurry back to her it!" I said anxiously. Mom said: "Nothing, it's just five dollars, do not have to return." "No, this money must be returned, we have to be honest, is ours is ours, not ours, can not take a point!" I said angrily. Mom said I had to agree. I said to do, my mom and I drove to the white bread store. On the way, my eyes stared ahead, afraid that mom missed the destination. In a short while, we came to the steamed bun store, I rushed out of the car, took the ready five dollars to the steamed bun store to run. To the store, I explained to the grandmother, and gave her the extra five dollars, she also praised me: "Look at this child's ideology and morality learning how good!" I smiled happily. Mom also praised me for being an honest and firm good boy.Because this incident let me understand the meaning of the phrase "honesty is the basis of life", and brought me happiness, to bring happiness to others, so until now I can not forget.
Sixth grade writing high points essay 600 words Part 3
Whenever I see the basketball stars on TV shooting valiantly, I can not help but stupid, I really want to shoot that out of the blue basketball, a show of hands. One day, my father and I stood on the basketball court, thought we would "fight three hundred rounds", who knows in the hands of the stars as if there is a magic basketball, to my hands but how do not listen to the call, not to throw high, or thrown low. The basket also seemed to be unattainable, open "mouth", let me sweat, but not let my ball in. My father patiently taught me the action of shooting, told me the rules of the ball, I have a little understanding of basketball. My good friend Zheng Jiacao is our school's "basketball master". Once, he asked me to go to play basketball, where I was his opponent, just opened the game was beaten 8 to 2. I quickly asked him to teach, he said that the power of the wrist is very important to shoot, while saying that the pressure of the wrist to give me a demonstration. From then on, we both went downstairs to the yard to practice when we had time, and the score between me and him gradually narrowed down, and one time it was actually 10-7, although he still won, but he praised me for my wrist strength to shoot the ball has greatly improved. I love basketball more and more. In a physical education class, students practiced dribbling and shooting, my turn, I took the teacher passed the ball, a leap in the air, the arm freely a stretch, the basketball flew to the rim, in the rim of the basket in a circle, as if by magic drilled in. The second time, I sent the ball into the basket with one hand in the air. I don't know who shouted "yes", I was more energetic, as if I had borrowed the "hand of God". The third shot, see my teammates pass me the ball is about to fall, I stride, a "under the sea to find the moon" to catch the ball, get up and leap, the ball is not biased, straight into the basket, students are for me this beautiful "hollow ball" applauded.Playing basketball is really fascinated me, it not only exercise, but also bring me a lot of happiness, I love basketball, I am happy "basketball boy".
Sixth grade writing high points essay 600 words Part 4
Time flies, looking at the wall of the new wall calendar, counting the days of the Spring Festival is approaching, I can not help but sigh, the passage of another calm and busy year. And now this year, make me feel very interesting. Today is the New Year's Eve, eat a good New Year's Eve dinner, I went with my father to set off firecrackers. Came downstairs, my father lit a string of crackling sound of joy. As soon as I heard the "clap clap clap", I covered my ears and saw firecrackers exploding on the ground and some flying in the air. I brought a 20-gun firecracker called "Ne Zha Fouling the Sea", my father lit the fuse, I aimed it at the sky, and "Boom" the first firecracker went off. It was like a shooting star, made a loud noise, and then fell down and disappeared in the air. Our cannon was very high, higher than the others. At this time, the "air war" was very intense. Opposite the air, suddenly appeared a precise, uniform flower-shaped "umbrella crown", the "petals" like white diamonds, the fireworks in the distance vaguely. I then took out a colorful rainbow, lit the fuse, aimed at the sky. Just heard a whoosh, a ball out of the thin tube, in the sky flashed a beautiful fireworks. Ah! It's so beautiful! It is like the steelmaking furnace popped out of the sparks, like a whale spouting water, like the sky across the meteor shower. Just did not expect, at twelve o'clock at night, the party is not over, a burst of firecrackers into my ears, and then heard the sound of the fireworks. By this time, I can not wait, they put on the clothes and ran downstairs. Oh my god! There were firecrackers everywhere downstairs. It was so beautiful! It was so beautiful! Countless big fireworks formed a big beautiful flower bed, shining brightly in the night sky. Suddenly, a firework flew up to the sky, in a moment, exploded, some like countless shooting stars, some like colorful flowers, some like a golden coat, and some like the golden sun, the earth lit up like day. How beautiful! The whole night sky is covered with a colorful flower, beautiful.Sixth grade writing high points essay 600 words Part 5
When you walk on the golden leaves all over the ground, the sound of rustling into the ears, you will feel good, idle. And at this moment, a little bright pink came into sight - a falling petal, how would you feel? I was very excited! The fallen flower has lost its nutrients and will soon wither and rot, so maybe you're wondering what's so exciting about a dried flower? But I want to tell you, the poet Gong Zizhen had written "red is not a ruthless thing, into the spring mud more protective of flowers" of the famous line. Flowers are not useless, she will also provide nutrients for the land, for future generations to better reproduce and lay the foundation for flowering. Seeing this, don't you think she is just a flower? Don't you think she at least symbolizes the whole world for the children to devote the great mother? The British writer Shelley once said: "Winter is coming, spring will be far away?" Just like the falling flowers, they withered, falling to the ground, so that we know that winter is coming. It is also because they fall to the ground to become nutrients, each flower for the arrival of spring to make a contribution, so that we feel the vitality, feel the spring is not far away. They work together for the next better spring, but they are silent, never boast. As Shouting's "To the Oak Tree" said: "Never like the climbing campsis, through your high branches to show off their own." Does their obscurity not remind you of those who stick to their posts and contribute to society? The poet Ai Qing's "I love this land" wrote: "Why do I often have tears in my eyes, because I love this land y." Falling flowers to the land of love is also deep - they are willing to give up the beautiful life, give up people's praise, floating down to the ground until decay. This is its mission, its responsibility - to contribute to the cycle of life. Read here, you will not go a little farther to think, she symbolizes the martyrs in a variety of disasters and accidents in the spirit of self-sacrifice and patriotism? I praise the falling flower, because she not only symbolizes the mother, but also symbolizes those who are silent, it also symbolizes the spirit of those martyrs who sacrificed themselves for others!Sixth grade writing 600 words Part 6
Siu mai is an essential food in the old country. Don't look at it on the body in the north gas gray coat in our old home price is not cheap it! A small one to be a dollar it! It is not as big as the head, the filling is not as much as the bun, the appearance is earthy, it is not to make your heart beat, but the mouth, fresh and delicious filling will make you change your impression of it. Now, you and I learn how to make this kind of food with inner beauty! "First of all, prepare the groundnut flour." These two things are the key to making teriyaki," mom said. I scrambled to prepare the ingredients as my mom said. "Take out the meat, chunks of pork, carrots, mushrooms, and cabbage, and peel the taro seeds and steam them in the rice cooker. Then, cut the spring, carrots, mushrooms into cubes, and the meat into meat foam. When I was ready, I thought to myself, "Don't cut your hands! Don't cut my hand! Don't cut your hand! Then, I clumsily picked up the kitchen knife, tensed up my whole body, and cut one by one, and one by one, "uneven" dices were born under my knife! But the meat is cut okay, put them in the pan fried, stuffing is done, knuckle also steamed. After peeling it and mashing it, I put the groundnut flour and taro seeds in a pot like mom told me to do. Then, put the groundnut flour and taro seeds in a bowl, as mom said, and knead it. Knead it. After kneading the soft and hard moderate, break off a small piece, like rolling dumpling skin, with a rolling pin into a small round piece, and then put the fragrant filling, like a bun, around the lift up, a twist, a siu mai is done! I can't wait to put a few down to steam. Mom told me to watch the time, about ten minutes to steam. A short while later, I brought out the steaming hot siu mai. At once, the room is filled with mouth-watering flavor. I couldn't care less, took a bite, taro's soft, mushroom's tender, carrot's sweet and savory, bamboo shoot's crispy, cabbage's fresh and refreshing, filled in between the lips and teeth, let the lips and teeth remain fragrant. How about it? Is not hooked out of your belly cravings? Do it!Sixth grade writing 600 words essay 7
Vacation! It's vacation time! The annual National Day has finally arrived, and it's time to have some fun - play with cell phones, eat snacks, sleep, read your favorite books, and, of course, take care of my little sister who is less than a year old, but who has lost a lot of love and attention from me. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that."Autumn high autumn moon coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival, flowers and moon this night again good time". In this golden autumn lunar August, ushered in the Mid-Autumn Festival National Day double celebration. National Day celebrations, Mid-Autumn Festival family reunion. Rarely, this year's National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival rushed to a piece, really coincidental, the motherland can enjoy the moon with everyone. But the reality and imagination is not the same, the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I sat in the embrace of the motherland, preparing to eat cake and enjoy the moon.
Which know, when I look up to the sky to see the moon, the sky actually did not give me face - the sky suddenly dark clouds, this is the pace of rain? The moment I raised my head, I was suddenly baffled ah. I thought: this ghost weather, really hit what should not hit something. Dare to be so arrogant in front of the little life, it is time to move the foot. I angrily ran to the house and took a flashlight out to the sky shone a few times and challenged to the Lord: "the sky Gong Gong you old to me to listen well, hurry to the clouds away, if you do not listen to me, do not blame the small life I am not polite to you. Before I finished my sentence, my father came out and grabbed my ears and said: "What is the noise at night, the neighbors are asleep, you are still in the noise, but also called himself a small student, that I am what?" Hehehehe, hehehehe "I'm the youngest, father, of course you're the oldest ah!" The street was suddenly filled with the sound of my father and my laughter, the neighbors turned on the lights, the street was instantly bright, my father shouted: "little brat, quickly into the house ah!" Yes, disturbing the public is a sin, a sin! There is an old poem that says: "Every holiday is a time to miss your family." On this National Day holiday, the night of reunion, I wish all the families in the world can be beautiful and reunion!Sixth grade writing high points essay 600 words Part 8
This year's October 1 is the motherland's birthday, I spent an unforgettable eleventh National Day. During the 11th National Day, my mother and I went back to our hometown to participate in the activities of the hometown of the married woman, this activity is the history of our village since the largest and most grand an activity. I heard my mother say that organizing this event took four or five months to prepare. That morning, we got up early, with excitement and excitement to the collection address, I did not expect the scene has been a sea of people, I heard that this activity has more than six hundred married women to participate in the registration, plus the village of a few thousand people! The lion dance team beat the gongs and drums to kick off the event! With a "go" order, the whole team gathered and set off. Standing at the forefront are two flag bearers, they are like a mighty general in front of the road. The most unforgettable is dressed in cheongsam bridesmaids team: they wear colorful cheongsam, a hand carrying a flower basket, a hand with a variety of colors of paper umbrellas, walking slowly in step. The smiles on their faces were beautiful! They extended the mountain road all the way back to the village 'square, neat and elegant, from a high place to see like a dragon in the swinging tail. The first thing you need to do is to get to your destination, and after an easy greeting, the group was dismissed to go back to their mother's home to visit their relatives. Grandma was waiting for us at the gate early, and at that moment I felt that Grandma was particularly kind and kind. The family sat together and chatted about their daily life. The grandmother also repeatedly urged me to study hard, and later to be a contributing person to the motherland. The joyful time has been short, silent to the collective dinner time, thousands of people gathered around a large group of court, a piece of food. After dinner, there was a wonderful event, which ended with the sound of firecrackers and fireworks, and a burst of laughter.This is really a unique National Day, an unforgettable and happy National Day.
Sixth grade writing high points essay 600 words Part 9
Staying with my parents is always a pleasant time, I half lying on the couch reading a book, mom and dad sitting on the couch peeling walnuts. The door was open for air. The neighbor's aunt took her son out for a walk, and my mother went up to play with him. The boy is white and chubby, a few grains of white rice in the mouth like small teeth, face look people like, hate to bite. Mom picked him up, deliberately said to the neighboring aunt: "You go, this child I adopted." The aunty was in her right mind, and as she walked out, she said, "I'm leaving, so you can stay here alone!" The child was anxious, stretching out his arms to the aunt, saying in a milky voice: "Mom Mom", his eyes were watery, as if he was going to cry out immediately. Auntie was immediately distressed and returned to pick him up, gently patting him on the back. Mom gave the boy a few walnuts and returned. Seeing them leave, I sat up and asked my dad: "Dad, wasn't I this cute when I was little?" Dad grunted with disinterest: "You were much more adorable than him when you were a child, you can 'wow' screaming, but also 'hit can can'!" He was so proud of himself, as if he had a treasure that the whole world couldn't get enough of. I laughed out loud, "You sound like a coyote. I shook a little as I said it. Mom was amused, but Dad was a bit offended and muttered, "You were just a little bit older! You still sip your thumb, roll around, and know that my beard hurts you, and as soon as I hug you, you push my face away." He looked like he was immersed in happiness, and shook his head and spittle flew all over the place. Listening to those mundane trivia, I laughed even harder. Mom also laughed: "Your father, always think his daughter is the best in the world." I'm still laughing, but my nose is sore, my eyes are hot, and I can't see my dad's face in a blur. I watched two Brazilian red-eared turtles fight each other without knowing what was going on. I didn't feel like crying. I had to. Mom was going to put them in the river, and since they were both at home and it took a lot of time to take care of them, she had to let them out. It was supposed to be a sunny morning. It looked like dark clouds were gathering in my eyes. I took out the box for the two turtles and put them in it. The two turtles were still fighting with each other. I couldn't help but be happy to see them and put them in the car. I opened the window and heard the wind howling. I couldn't help but cry. I watched the two turtles' tears fall into the box. The two turtles hid in the corner in fear. I comforted myself and said, "It's okay. They were weak, but who would eat them? Another voice said that when they are weak, they are easy to eat." I slowly fell asleep. I dreamt that two turtles were released into the sea and were eaten by an extremely large creature I was awakened by a voice. My mom said get out of the car and my hands started to shake slightly. When I got out of the car, I held the box in my arms. As I walked down the stone stairs along the river, I deliberately slowed down and tied my shoes. The stairs were short, and I walked for more than a minute. When I got to the river, I slowly took out a turtle, held it down and asked my brother how to make it safer. My brother said to stick it to the edge. I stuck a turtle to the edge of the river, but didn't put it down. It was about 5 centimeters long. Its limbs kept moving. I held on to it for a while, stunned, before reluctantly putting it into the river. Tears came to my eyes. I was stunned for a while and tried to catch another turtle, but it seemed to recognize the danger and continued to run, but as soon as I caught it, I caught it. He was still moving, but after a while he resigned. I gently put him in the river and watched him for a long time until I could not see him. I began to cry and cry, and while I was still thinking, I stopped crying. I guess it's always sad to say goodbye, time flies and I can only wish them both a safe journey.