In study, work and even life, we are the least unfamiliar is the composition, right? Composition is a way of recounting the relevant knowledge, experience and ideas that people store in their memories and express them in written form. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is my collection of 9 sixth grade memory essays, welcome to read and collect.
Sixth grade narrative essay Part 1Last Monday, our school held a martial arts drill shooting.
On that day, we wore brightly colored martial arts drill costumes and brought flower balloons, and the students were all in high spirits, holding their heads high and very excited.
The shooting began. First was our teacher's square, they wore white clothes and blue pants, running into the field, all valiant. Then came the third and fourth grades, who ran out of the doorway of the Chumiao Building with flower balloons in their hands in rhythm with the music, neatly organized, and the flower balloons in their hands "rustled".
It was our turn in the fifth and sixth grades. First, the sixth grade, they ran out of the Chu Cai building, our fifth grade followed closely behind. We shouted slogans: "One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four. Lively and fit, upright and upward, automatic and self-learning, self-governing and self-reliant!" The sound was powerful and echoed throughout the campus for a long time.
When doing martial arts drills, the students' movements are clean and powerful; when doing our school's original cheerleading, the students follow the cheerful music, jumping! Jump! Our flower ball in the shiny, as if hundreds of colorful flowers blooming in the campus; school cheerleading team members in the competitive cheerleading, our other students waved their hands in the flower ball, to cheer them on, their series of interesting actions make us laugh.
On Friday, the whole school cheered and ran around. Because we won the "District Grand Prize" and "Spirit Award". At this moment, the training of the scene flashed in front of my eyes, can be said to be full of sweet and sour ah. Just after the school's Wushu Exercise Class Competition, we started to prepare for the big competition next month. "Keep your hands flat and your legs straight!" This was Mr. Gong's voice during one of the big classroom training sessions, "Hands should be hard and straight." Mr. Gong was reminding us again.
After this big classroom, the class teacher, Mr. Teng, began to call us non-stop training martial arts drill, and even marked with a pen on the class schedule which class practice drill, which class does not practice. As soon as there was time, we started drilling drastically, which often made us suffer a lot, and our movements were weak. So Mr. Teng decided to change this phenomenon by focusing on the details. Although it wasn't as hard as "big drills", if you didn't do one small detail right, you had to repeat the drill. We go home every day either with a sore back or a sore back, and that's the "sour" and "bitter" part of the training.
What impressed me the most is that once, we trained in the gymnasium martial arts drill, do "transfer movement", I either do the opposite, or did not force. The first two mistakes, Mr. Teng just called my nickname "Xiaowu". But by the third time, she was no longer so "kind" to call me "Xiaowu", but gave me a nickname "Xiaoliu". When the eyes of the whole class gathered to me, and even some students were talking about me, I felt my face hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot. "
Although "sour, bitter, spicy" let me suffer "torture", but "sweet" is always the main theme. Our teacher Teng is a "humorist". When a student didn't do a good job, Mr. Teng would say a series of humorous and funny words, which not only warned all of us that this phenomenon would not happen again, but also enlivened the atmosphere and made us train happily. After more than a month of hard training, we finally got a good result, I think everything is worth it, we feel "sweet".
Martial arts drill training, although sweet and sour, but I harvested from the happiness and joy, but also understand the truth that perseverance is victory.
This year's winter vacation, our family traveled to Japan.
On the third day of the trip, we went to the foot of the beautiful Mount Fuji to soak in hot springs. In the car, the guide first and we said in Japan to soak in the hot spring etiquette. First of all, to go to the hot springs to wear a kimono, and the kimono can not be worn casually, to the left lapel over the right side of the top. When you go to the hot springs, the maximum is three in and three out. Each time you go in, you can only soak for five minutes. You have to rinse off your hair before taking a bath, and girls with long hair have to put it up. Soak into the hot spring pool, never rub your back, this will make people feel particularly uncivilized. Lastly, after soaking in the hot springs, you have to drink a soda, and you have to drink it until you have a gurgle in your stomach to stop.
I think it is very interesting, and my father said that Japanese etiquette is worth learning. These etiquette so that everyone can be happy and comfortable to soak in a healthy hot spring bath. I listened to the more think soak in the hot springs really have a lot to learn!
Everyone has ideals, but they change as we grow older. Sometimes it changes one a day, sometimes one a year, and sometimes it changes when you hear that someone else's ideals are better than yours.
I used to have an ideal to be a doctor, because I thought being a doctor could save lives, and saving lives was an honorable thing to do.
There was once an instance when an ambulance was speeding down the road in Gambia, Africa, on a night in early spring and February. The snowy headlights cut through the darkness of the night. The ambulance stopped in front of a hospital and a seven-year-old black child was carried down. He had fallen to the ground that afternoon from a tree more than 10 meters high and was bleeding from a wound on his upper left arm.
The operating room of the hospital was brightly lit, and the attending orthopedic surgeon of the Chinese medical team in The Gambia, Dr. Guan Houmao, had just finished an operation, and the injured black child was pushed in again. Dr. Guan found that the black child's lower left upper arm had broken bones, most of the muscles were severed, and the nerves were severely contused. In the local area, the previous treatment for a case like this was amputation. The medical conditions here are extremely poor and lack proper medical equipment. It has been more than 8 hours since the black child fell and the child is in a coma, it is very difficult to save this arm. "Amputation" or "preservation"? Dr. Guan pondered: amputation is easy, but from now on the child became disabled. Our responsibility is to save lives and help the injured, no matter how difficult it is, we must save the child's arm. So, he decided decisively: "Rescue immediately!"
Time is life. Dr. Guan stood in front of the operating table and worked nervously. He cleaned the wound as fast as possible, rectified and fixed the bone immediately the severed blood vessels to find, skillfully sewing blood vessels ...... time passed hour by hour. When the blood vessels are connected, release the two ends of the blood vessel clamp, a pair of eyes staring at the child's injured left arm. "The blood flow is smooth," cheers came out of people's mouths at the same time. The black child's arm was saved.
The operation was completed early the next morning, Dr. Guan could not rest, and consider the next step in the treatment program.
The Gambian medical staff marveled at the spirit and meticulous work style of the Chinese doctors who dared to take risks. The parents of the sick child held Dr. Guan's hand tightly, and tears could not help but flow out.
Doctors are not only a very honorable thing, but also a very great profession. Don't underestimate the profession of a doctor, if you are not careful, it is possible to hurt a human life.
Sixth Grade Memoir Essay Part 4The golden sunlight poured over the campus, eh? How come there is a fragrance wafting out of the classroom of class six (1)? What activities are they carrying out, please go with me to see it! It turns out that they are carrying out the "hometown specialties I say" activities!
Zhu Yongle volunteered to be the first to go on stage. Just see him gushing introduction: "Once upon a time there was a sow trampled to death a piglet, the owner could not bear to throw away, take the piglet hoof meat made meat sausage ......" Just as we listened to the flavor, the sound suddenly interrupted, we do not understand to look to the Zhu Yongle. His hands nervously clasped together, eyes darting around, his face I do not know whether too nervous, or embarrassed, red like a big apple ripe. Seeing his embarrassed face, his classmates laughed out with a "pfft--". Zhu Yongle had to use the eyes of help to look at his father, Zhu father patted Zhu Yongle's shoulder with a big palm, and then cleared his throat and then said: "Bundle hooves to take the meat on the hooves, chopped, stuffed into the pig's intestines, bundled up the tighter the better, and then a small fire for forty minutes. ...... "Listening to Papa Zhu's detailed introduction, we felt as if we were seeing a professional `chef' making bundled hooves! Selection, chopping, bundling, steaming, cooling, slicing ...... every step is so perfect that many students can not help but gulp.
Zhu Yongle took a plate of bundled hooves and asked the students to taste one by one. Some students are intoxicated, as if they are tasting the jelly; some students ate a piece of not yet satisfied, had to lick their lips, recalling the bundle of hooves in the lips and teeth left the rich meat flavor ...... Finally my turn! I poked a slice of the bundle of hooves. The meat is pink, the edge of the bundle of hooves glittering silver, in the sunlight is like a layer of silver coat, as if tempting me to eat it. I put the bundle of hooves in my mouth, slowly chewing, the surface of the meat skin is smooth, the meat is tender, only to feel a meat aroma with a salty flavor, with the speed of a whirlwind in the mouth filled with ...... after eating, there is still a lingering fragrance in the mouth.
I love food, I love language class!
sixth grade memory essay Part 5This afternoon, the weather is not very good, after coming to the composition class, only to see the teacher mysteriously went into the small dark room, a while before coming out. The students talked to each other and wondered what the teacher was up to. Everyone recommended that I go to find out, I also had to respectfully follow orders. Comment: set up suspense, fascinating.
I was bold, opened the door of the dark room, easy to touch the light (switch). Open a look, ah! Only to see the teacher is organizing a pot of leaves, the table with glue as well as double-sided tape and a pile of scissors and white paper. I asked the teacher, "Teacher, does the composition I'm writing today have anything to do with this?" As I said this, I pointed to these odd things, wondering what the teacher wanted. The teacher held up his glasses and said only six words, "Heaven forbid." Comment: despite going detective, the mystery remains unsolved.
I do not bother him, do a good job "spy" is, the light is on, I think. I closed the door, and solemnly announced to our masses of "people" in the house of strange tools, the students are also very curious. comment: a series of action description, more increase the mystery.
We know in our hearts that when the teacher sends a reference list of exercises, all the speculation will be revealed.
In class, the teacher did not give out the reference list, but gave each person a piece of white paper with a different picture, and then moved out of the small dark room the pot of leaves, plus two bags, so that we have no way to speculate. Comment: the teacher still hasn't shaken the bags.
He had the class line up, close their eyes, and (each) pull out clippers and glue or something from (each) of the two bags. I drew a larger pair of red scissors, and double-sided tape that couldn't be described as long. I have to say, ah, I'm in a really tough spot at the moment, aren't I? Comments Off on Hand out the tools, but don't know what they'll be used for.
The teacher finally issued a reference list, the students are fixed eyes to the composition title there glanced at, a look at this topic today, there is a little difficult - "leaf paste painting".
The teacher said: "The time has come to test your hands, and now we follow the painting to paste. With what? Smart kids, tell me!" The students said in unison (道), "Use the leaves in the pot!" "Awesome, now everyone can do it." Comment: "In unison" means that everyone answered the same way.
It took me a lot of "saving" to put up that one picture: two birds in love. I don't think it's very good, (but) it's a bit messy, but it's like a rainforest. The two big leaves at the end are a bit rough, but they run out of the frame a bit, (but) still look quite classic.
The teacher put our paintings (one by one) on the wall, both good and bad, at a glance. The teacher hung our paintings on the wall, and it was clear that there were good and bad ones.
Sixth grade memory essay Part 6Life sucks many many firsts, the first time to cook, the first train ...... I also have many first junior high school, I will choose one of my favorite first boat ride.
That night, mom for some reason, but also exceptionally take me to the Star River Plaza, we came to the Star River Plaza, Star River Plaza rides can be really many ah, there are trampolines, bumper cars, rock climbing ...... This can be worried about me, these are very fun to play, to though, first to play which one is good? Just when I was thinking hard, mom did not hesitate to point to the pirate ship, today will first play so it, ah ~ I have never sat on a pirate ship ah, I am a little afraid. But my mother did not care about me, without saying a word, pulling my hand to the pirate ship to run, we arrived at the front of the pirate ship, my mother rushed to pay the money, I have not reacted to it, the buttocks have been tightly attached to the boat chair, with a sound, the ship has begun to have a slight swim, I hold my breath, scared even dare not come out of the atmosphere. Slowly, slowly, the hull of the boat from a slight drift to a huge rocking. Finally came to the climax, the hull of the ship left and right oversized solitary degree of sway, almost have begun to rotate into a circle, the hull of the ship to the left when the swing is okay, but as soon as the swing to the right, I have the feeling of falling from the sky directly to the low valley, my heart went up and down with it, scared me to the core, scalp numbness, "ah!" The tension finally rushed out of our throats and everyone's hearts were in their throats. I couldn't take it anymore and screamed at my mom, "I'm not sitting down, I'm not sitting down," "If you believe in yourself, you can do it!!!" At first I wanted to give up, after listening to my mom's words, I immediately dispelled the idea of backing out, adjusted my mind, I shifted my gaze to other scenery, hey! This method is really effective, slowly, I began to enjoy the feeling, but, time is up, I had to reluctantly get off the boat.
Through this time, I realized that if you believe in yourself, you can do it.
This summer, I was sick, so my mom didn't take me to a place farther away to play. So, my mom took me to the famous Xi'an Wild Goose Pagoda, which is closer to my home. Big Wild Goose Pagoda is located in Xi'an Daci'en Temple, 64.5 meters high, the existing tower body seven layers. In 652 A.D., the return of Xuanzang Venerable Master for the preservation of Tianzhu brought back to Chang'an via the Silk Road scrolls of the Buddha and construction. Big Wild Goose Pagoda is the earliest existing, the largest brick tower.
We drove to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, from afar, its appearance of majestic and huge make me shocked. Especially the musical fountain attracted me. It is the largest musical fountain in Asia, the fountain covers an area of 20,000 square meters. The highest can spray up to 6 meters. Fountain **** 1360 sets of water pumps, 1124 sets of frequency converter, more than 3300 colored lights, nozzles up to more than 20xx. When the symphony plays, the lights are released, the fountain changes all kinds of shapes. This colorful scene, let the public see as if intoxicated. Although it was raining that day, I had a lot of fun playing with my favorite bubble gun. I was playing with my favorite bubble gun and blew out a small bubble. The bubbles were like a mother holding her child's hand in the sky. Music fountain in front of a small statue of Buddha, people seem to be afraid that it is cold and cold, but also for it to wear a layer of grass it!
Around the Big Wild Goose Pagoda are gathered a variety of snacks in Xi'an. Such as: mutton burgers, meat sandwich, persimmon cakes ...... and other various snacks, you just bite, you will be back to the memory.
It's time to go home, but I am reluctant to leave. I hope that children from all countries come to visit the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.
Whenever I see your tired figure, my heart swirls with a burst of sourness.
Whenever I see your tired figure, my heart swells with sorrow.
As soon as I got home, I realized that my mom and dad weren't going to be home, and I couldn't help but feel happy. Well, I have to hurry before they come back to do well, said dry. Looking at my own messy room, it really makes me hurt my brain, I can not imagine what kind of mood mom to clean my room. I looked at my bed and saw all kinds of clothes, books, pens, pencils, and so on. I stood there at a loss as to where to start. Soon, I came up with a good idea. I hold the two corners of the quilt, gently shaking out, haha, the bed miscellaneous things fell all over the floor. Get things down, I am ready to fold the quilt, I did not think that this small quilt actually have "so much power", I force the general, the quilt is also very face to face slightly moved, I try to move, spent nearly 10 minutes of time, the quilt was subdued, haha, I am really a genius (er, with such a long time, and also said he was a genius, it is really self-centered. I'm a genius. (Eh, it took me so long.) I can't imagine that folding a quilt is so tiring, and if mom has to do so many chores, wouldn't it be hundreds and thousands of times more tiring? After I cleaned up the rest of the "clutter", my mom opened the door and came home. I saw my mom pick up the mop and walk towards my room, I secretly followed behind, mom opened the door, then shouted: "Today the sun came out of the west? The lazy pig has turned into a hard-working man!" I laughed out loud and said, "In a short time it will be 'March 8' Women's Day, do something for your old man in advance, hehehe. I wish you a happy holiday!" Mom immediately from the "touched" back to God: "can not always be a holiday only do, usually is also to do, so the good student!" I muttered in a low voice: "again to play on the subject, every time, hate, I should have known not to do, humph!" Mom seems to be a little angry "I say you this child ......" before mom finished her sentence, I also long slipped far away, hehehe.
I ran and shouted: "Mom, pig, you old happy holidays!!!"
The time is passing, I am quietly growing up. In the past, those long days as water is gone; my memories as vast as the boundless sea, a glance can not see the edge. In this vast sea, a large rock is extremely prominent. That rock contains things that make me unforgettable, every time I see the scar on my hand, I will think of that incident. When I was about six or seven years old, I found a box of something in my uncle's cupboard, red and white on the outside, with several pieces of something inside. I didn't understand it at the time, and when I tore open one of the pieces, the stuff was silvery-white and glistened in the sunlight. I scratched it gently on my hand, and it stung a little, and in no time at all, something reddish oozed out. I know that is blood, hastily dropped the silver-white things, ran to the neat and clean bedroom to find paper towels, paper towels wrapped around the injured hand, and then the transparent tape wrapped a circle, simple bandage is so completed. I came to my uncle's bedroom again, I carefully stuffed the box back into the cupboard, of course, the package has been opened by me to the trash can.
After a few days, my wound healed, except for a white scar on my hand. A few months later, when I had completely forgotten about it, it happened again, only worse than last time.
The sun was singing happily above my head, as if to pass on all his enthusiasm. Whenever this time comes, I go back to my bed and lie down, dreaming - napping. I suddenly got the idea to play house with my rabbit, and got a box of something in the box where I keep my doll's clothes, and I don't know how it came to be in my box. The box was blue and white on the outside and had a white bird on it. My curiosity bubbled up once again, and curiosity made me unwrap the box, it was blue wrapping paper, followed by tearing that wrapping paper again and scratching on the rabbit, no movement. I didn't know if I had a brain fart or what, but I scratched my left pinky finger, hiss! It hurt! I rushed out of the room and found my grandmother doing the laundry, and ran right back in before she noticed, bandaged it the old-fashioned way, climbed into bed and clutched my hand, and went to sleep. I looked at the wound afterward, and I was shocked; if it had been just a little deeper, my finger would have been broken. I also found out what the thing that hurt me continuously was called, it had a dangerous name - a razor blade.
This incident has always reminded me: don't touch dangerous things, leave immediately when you encounter dangerous things, don't stay there for a second.