Story composition with flowing pen tip in grade six 1
There is a miser in Class One-Wang Ming.
It is no exaggeration to say that he is a miser. Because he regards his things as treasures and won't even let others touch them. On one occasion, his deskmate forgot to bring his Chinese book, and the classmates around suggested that Wang Ming use it with his deskmate. He refused to live or die and said hypocritically, "This is my Chinese book. How can I lend it to others? " Finally, the students reluctantly agreed to talk about it.
Another morning, Wang Ming proudly walked into the classroom and took out a book from his pocket-a new novel! Therefore, it has also attracted the attention of many students around. Cheng Peng, Wang Ming's good friend, came up to him and said respectfully, "Brother Wang, for the sake of our friendship, can you lend me your novel?" "no!" Who knows that Wang Ming refused, "This is a gift that my dad just brought back from other places, and I didn't have time to read it myself!" Seeing his reluctance, Cheng Peng had to walk away in frustration.
The students are ready for class, and Wang Ming has also begun to prepare before class. Put away the Chinese books and exercise books, and put away the pencil box-hey! Why is the pencil box missing? Wang Ming quickly took out his schoolbag and read it one by one. He looked all over here, but there was nothing. He looked there, but there was nothing. He turned the whole schoolbag upside down, but the pencil case just didn't appear.
He tried to remember when he did his homework yesterday, "Oh, no! I forgot to put the pencil-box in my schoolbag after finishing my homework! What shall we do? What shall I do? " Wang Ming is anxious like an ant on hot bricks, and his mouth keeps muttering. It's definitely too late to call his mother now, so I have to borrow it from my classmates, but ... will the classmates borrow it? I guess I won't even borrow it! But there is no better way, so we have to bite the bullet and try.
Wang Ming walked to the edge of Cheng Peng with his head down and whispered, "That ... that ... Cheng Peng! Can you lend me a pen? I ... I forgot to bring it. " To my surprise, Cheng Peng took out his pen from the pencil box and handed it to Wang Ming. At this moment, Wang Ming was shocked and looked at Cheng Peng with surprise. "The leng wear why! Don't worry, I'm not trying to please you for that novel. Take it! I'm going to class for a while. " Looking at the pen that Cheng Peng handed me, Wang Ming felt mixed feelings, and the taste was really bad.
Wang Ming seems to be a different person since this incident. He is no longer so stingy, but is willing to help his classmates, so he has another nickname-"warm-hearted"
The story composition of the sixth grade nib II
On this day, the weather was fine and there were no clouds in Wan Li. A little spider began to build its home and hunting ground-spider web in a small corner of the city. It took a whole day to build its paradise. There are two trash cans, and flies and mosquitoes will deliver them to the door. It's sunny during the day and it won't be too cold at night.
But the good times didn't last long, and the good times didn't last long. God brought disaster to it-it rained.
On that day, a burst of thunder flashed across the sky, awakening the poor spider, accompanied by rain beads as big as beans and dark clouds rolling thousands of miles away. It wriggles anxiously on the internet, thinking that its own net should be its safe haven. But this is not the case in reality. Beads of rain the size of beans quickly tore open its solid net. It grabbed a spider silk that was firmly stuck and swayed up and down in the strong wind. Thundershowers come and go quickly, wet and cold, dragging a tired body and a disheartened heart to the corner, complaining why God is so unfair to it. A fly flew over, winked at it and shook its head, as if laughing at its fragile will and broken heart. However, this spider did not go down completely, nor did it wait for death here. It aroused inner courage and belief in life, and stood at the corner again.
This time, it learned to be smart. It found an old house, shabby, but with many cover plates to protect it from the wind and rain. It wants to settle here. A few days later, the old house was demolished. It moved again, and then, bad luck came, but it regained confidence. ...
A weak spider has such a firm belief. As a human being, how can you be blamed for several bad luck? We should learn from this "weak" spider, which tells us that "as long as we work hard, the iron pestle is ground into a needle" and "where there is a will, there is a way". These truths are not words to comfort the frustrated, because I firmly believe that after the storm, there will always be a rainbow.
Story composition 3 comes from the nib of the sixth grade.
That day, I took the subway to Qingdao station to meet my relatives.
At May 4th Square Station, a mother and son came over. Mother wore a white short sleeve on her upper body and a pair of white trousers on her lower body, with a faint fragrance floating on her body; My son is wearing Nike sportswear, which is also expensive. As soon as the mother and son got on the bus, they attracted the envious eyes of the whole car. They took a look at the carriage, sat down next to a student, and the student moved out to continue reading English books like no one's watching.
When the subway passed a station, the child shouted impatiently, "When will the station arrive? When will mom arrive? " The sound can be heard clearly in the whole carriage. His body is still crawling. And his mother seemed bored, so she gave him her mobile phone to play with. At this time, my heart is much more comfortable, because whoever gets the mobile phone will be addicted to playing games without saying a word. However, I found that I was wrong. He mumbled dirty words from time to time while playing games, and finally angrily threw his mobile phone to his mother. Everyone in the car looked at the child with some surprise, while others showed disdain. He then opened his mother's bag, dug out a bag of melon seeds from it, first bit it with his front teeth, and the skin of the melon seeds suddenly broke a hole, and then swallowed it whole. After eating melon seeds, his cheeks became bulging. Then, with a bang, the melon seeds in my mouth flew out, drawing a "beautiful" arc in the air and landing on the clean ground. An old man sitting opposite them couldn't help it and went up to remind him, "Can you control your child?" Mother said, "It's all right. Children are not sensible. Just fine. " The old man was a little angry and said helplessly, "It's the father's fault that my son doesn't teach!" " "I am his mother, not his father." Mom responded casually. Grandpa's face was full of anger, but he stopped talking. At that moment, the air inside the car seemed to solidify. At this time, the unknown student stood up and put the melon seeds on the ground together with his hands. After arriving at the station, he got off the bus with it, leaving only a figure for the astonished crowd of the whole car. ...
The subway continues, the carriages are quiet, and the ground is still clean, as if nothing had happened, but the geese fly by, who can say that the sky will not leave the shadow and sound of the geese? !
Story composition from the tip of the sixth grade 4
Dark clouds are gathering, heavy snow is falling, and the water in the street is frozen.
The sun seems to have caught a cold today and is not on duty.
At dusk, parents who pick up their children crowded at the school gate. The bell rang unconsciously "Ding Rinrin ...". Students swarmed out of the school gate and threw themselves into the arms of their parents.
Lu Tian, a sixth grader, is a helpful classmate and was named "star of helping others" in her class. His home is close to the school, so he can walk home.
In the street, Lu Tian was a little hungry. He took out a pack of snacks "Xiang Wan Li" and gulped it down.
At this time, a miserable puppy followed, looking at Lu Tian with affectionate and plastic eyes.
Lu Tian said to himself, "No, no!" His brain ordered him to eat the second pack of snacks, but this was his last pack.
Lu Tian suddenly heard "Wang! Woof! " The voice, looking back, turned out to be the puppy just now.
On closer inspection, the puppy has brown fur, big black eyes and drooping ears, as if it had just been lost for less than a day or two. He must be hungry, so he didn't hesitate to open the second pack of snacks and feed it.
"Eat!" Lu Tian stroked his little face gently with his hand.
"Wang! Woof! Wang! " The puppy barks happily.
Suddenly, a boy came out and said, "Lu Tian! What are you doing? Why don't you go home? "
"Don't you see?" Lu Tiansheng said angrily.
"hey!" The boy looked at it and said, "You ... have a dog?"
"yes." Lu Tian said.
After that, he picked up the puppy and took it home. At home, the puppy began to adapt to this strange room, and then ran to the kitchen and jumped on to eat leftovers; Jump on the bed for a while and lie in the corner of the bed; Jumping around with the ball for a while, hovering around Lu Tian for a while, very lively.
At this time, Lu Tian's parents came back, watched Hokurita play with dogs and asked Lu Tian. Lu Tian accurately told today's interesting story. His mother said, "What's the name of this dog?" I don't know. After that, Lu Tian looked at the dog tag and said, "Call blossoming!" "
Mother said, "this dog has its owner, so it should be returned to its original owner."
So, they made an advertisement for "holding the dog" and finally returned the dog to its owner.
In this cold winter, Lu Tian gave the puppy a spring-like care.
Story composition of the sixth grade nib 5
A ray of sunshine shone in front of Lu Tian through a gap in the crowd. He stared at the place where the sun shone, where a pile of white things trembled.
Suddenly, a pair of black eyes emerged from the "snow" and stared straight at Lu Tian. Maybe only a few seconds, but Lu Tian felt as if centuries had passed.
Those eyes kept flashing and looked at Lu Tian more tenderly. Lu Tian's feet involuntarily walked there. And those eyes, still waiting patiently for him.
Lu Tian went to the "snow" and observed it carefully. This time, he saw clearly that this was a snow-white puppy.
Lu Tian touched it gently, and it also licked Lu Tian's hand in a friendly way. There is a heart-shaped sign on the dog's neck, which reads: blossoming.
"Oh, so your name is blossoming!" Lu Tian said, "Ok, blossoming. Let's go home! " Say, picked up the blossoming, walked home.
As soon as he got home, Lu Tian asked his mother to see the dog. His mother is a doctor in a pet hospital and a caring person. Mother looked at the blossoming carefully and said, "This is a healthy dog, over one year old. Lu Tian, you go and give it a bath first. "
Lu Tian listened, and was busy bathing and eating for blossoming, and her mother bought a dog house for blossoming. After everything was done, my mother asked the origin of the blossoming. While stroking the flowers, Lu Tian told her mother everything she knew.
"Well, so, this little dog named Duoduo originally belonged to its owner." Mother said, "I'll ask who its owner is tomorrow."
Since then, taking care of blossoming has become the most important lesson for Lu Tian every day. Mom asked questions left and right, but she couldn't find the news of the owner.
Lu Tianhe and his mother immediately decided to take care of them in the future. Since then, blossoming has become a member of Lu Tianjia. Every morning, the first thing after Lu Tian gets up is to say "good morning!" " Here's to flowering. Then they wagged their tails one by one, ate and washed with Lu Tian, and then watched him go to school. At noon and at night, when you come back from the land, you must accompany each other when you do your homework. Every weekend, Lu Tian takes blossoming for a walk.
If one day, you meet the owner of blossoming, please be sure to tell him that blossoming is happy in Lutianjia.
Story composition of the sixth grade nib 6
In the silent night, the bright moon shines high and the bright silver frost is all over the ground. The moon is bright and elegant like a girl with a veil. Look at the small village. Every family has entered a sweet dream. The moonlight shines softly on people's faces, as if the mother's hand gently stroked people's faces, and occasionally I can hear a few dogs barking outside, but there is still a brightly lit one. This is the iron egg house.
It's wet and cold outside, but this small house is warm and comfortable. A thin body is squatting by an old stove to boil medicine. This is an iron egg.
Iron egg also has a distant cousin who can visit him several times a year when grandpa is not at home. In our daily life, we can only rely on ferritin to collect herbs in the mountains, and at night we can use the collected herbs to boil medicine for our sick grandfather.
It's another sunny day. As usual, Iron Egg wore thin clothes and carried a bamboo basket, and walked to the mountains. He looked around first, and then picked herbs skillfully. At this moment, a snake jumped out of the grass. The snake was about to climb to the leg of the iron egg, and the iron egg quickly hacked it to death with a shovel. Iron egg checked it and made sure it wasn't hurt, so he took the snake he hacked to death and went home happily.
After dinner, Iron Egg began to cook medicine for Grandpa again. Iron egg said, "Grandpa, I picked a lot more herbs today than yesterday." After you drink it, you will get better. "Grandpa smiled and said," You are a good boy. " At this moment, the door was opened with a clash. Iron egg looks like my cousin is here! Cousin panted, "this is the medicine I brought." Please cook it into soup for grandpa. This medicine is very useful. "Iron eggs quickly put the medicine in the pot and fry it into soup for grandpa to drink. Seeing two children busy underground, grandpa couldn't help laughing.
The rich medicinal fragrance reflects the warmth between grandparents and grandchildren. Although the medicine smells like blowing in the wind, the love in the medicine will not fade with the passage of time, but will only get stronger and stronger!
The moonlight is like water, and the village is silent. At this time, the moonlight is brighter. ...
The story composition of the sixth grade nib 7
It is a street where cars come and go at dusk in winter, and people are in a hurry. They wore thick down jackets, curled up, covered their red cheeks and rubbed their frozen hands from time to time. The flowers withered, and the grass hid in the embrace of the earth and refused to come out. Almost all the leaves on the broad-leaved trees have fallen off, and the remaining dead leaves hang on the trees, shivering in the cold wind. Only tall and straight pine trees still stand on the street. This day is the day when volunteer Xu Guide Nan works. ...
Ten-year-old Gu Bing came home from school and passed the crossroads where volunteer Xu Nan worked. "How to get to Super 8 Hotel?" "Turn left and go straight." "Where is the nearest bus stop?" "Go straight and turn right, and you can see it." "Hello, how can I get to Kangtai Supermarket?" "Turn left at the next intersection, and you will arrive. He is on your right. " ..... A series of questions about asking for directions made Xu Nan too busy to even have a sip of hot water. What if I don't drink water this winter? Gu Bing thought and ran to the porridge shop next to the crossroads.
Gu Bing took out his only five yuan pocket money and handed it to the clerk. After a while, a bowl of hot millet porridge was brought up by the clerk. Gu Bing quickly packed the porridge, held it gently in her arms, walked quickly to Xu Nan's post, carefully took it out and put it on a spoon, handed it to Xu Nan, and said with concern, "This is the millet porridge I bought in that porridge shop. You must eat it while it is hot. " Xu Nan gratefully accepted the steaming porridge bowl, and her eyes filled with tears. He quickly asked, "Thank you very much, little friend. What's your name? " But Gu Bing said: "Learn from Lei Feng, do good deeds, and don't leave a name!" Passers-by left Gu Bing with approving eyes.
Gu Bing watched Xu Nan eat the millet gruel one by one, and then quickly returned to work, while Gu Bing gave directions to pedestrians and vehicles on the road with him. During his service, Gu Bing experienced the joy and pride of helping others. Because he has made contributions to society and provided convenience for others.
The cold wind is howling, but in the busy street, the hearts of Xu Nan and Gu Bing are warm. ...
The story composition comes from the sixth grade nib 8.
When I first learned to swim, I was afraid to go into the swimming pool for fear that the water would sink if it was too deep. At that time, my parents always encouraged me, and because of their encouragement, my swimming level became higher and higher.
It was a hot morning and I invited my classmates to play in the swimming pool. Soon, the students filed in, and they suggested that everyone should do a few tricks. I am elated and secretly happy. This is my specialty, and I will show my talents.
It's my turn First, I slowly squat down. Then, I leaned forward slightly. Then I jumped up and drew a circle in the air. I am as light as a swallow, drawing a beautiful arc in the air. Everyone applauded again and again, and I was so proud that a classmate asked me to have another one.
I don't mind standing on the pedal again and trying to remember the difficult moves my father taught me. Then I closed my eyes and jumped up. I am like a sparkling fish, attracting the attention of my classmates. After the jump, there were waves of applause from the audience.
There are days outside and mountains inside. The road to swimming has only a starting point and no end. There are countless things to practice in swimming. I believe that as long as I make unremitting efforts, I will become a swimmer as I wish.
The story composition comes from the sixth grade pen tip 9
When it comes to specialties, I am proficient in eighteen martial arts, but when it comes to Sanda, I am the best.
When it comes to Sanda, I like it best, not because I hit people badly, but because I have learned some tricks of self-defense so that I won't be bullied by others. I have put a lot of effort and sweat into studying Sanda.
Last September, my mother enrolled me in a Sanda class to exercise my bones and muscles and make my thin body stronger. After entering the Sanda class, I found that there were very few students. At the beginning of boxing practice, boxing movements should be crisp and powerful. The coach asked me to punch 100 times, thinking that punching was a simple action, but it was really tiring to do it seriously. The second exercise is to do 100 push-ups. Push-ups are my weakness. I just made a few, and I felt discouraged and my arms couldn't support my body. The whole person crawled on the ground. Alas, if you don't spend money to learn technology, you won't get anything. I gritted my teeth and stood up, letting my aching arm do the supporting point. One, two, three will persist until 100.
The long road of life, no pains, no results. How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? The same is true of study. How can you improve your academic performance without hard work and brains?
The story composition of the sixth grade pen tip 10
In this world, everyone has some good skills, some can cook, some can draw, some can play table tennis … and my good skill is skipping rope.
I skipped rope for the first time in kindergarten. At that time, our school held a skipping competition, and there were prizes if we won, but I never skipped rope, and I could only jump on two or three at most. So as soon as I got home, I practiced hard and asked my parents to throw the rope. I stood in the middle and jumped. At first, I could only jump a few times, and then I kept practicing and slowly found the rhythm, just like throwing a rope. I felt the shaking of the rope. I easily crossed every rope, but after a while, I lost my strength and the rope became slower and slower.
Finally, I stopped. When I asked my parents, I jumped 1 14, and I was very happy. After that, practice frequently as soon as you have time. When it was time for the game, we jumped up one by one. Whoever jumps more times wins, and the contestants go into battle one by one, almost everyone is above 100. I didn't feel nervous when I saw this. It's my turn. I walked up. I jumped up as soon as I heard the whistle. When I jumped to 100, I gradually lost my strength. After the final struggle, I jumped to 140 and won the first prize, which made me happy.
Sure enough, persistence is victory. This is my specialty-skipping rope.
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