No matter in study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition. According to the characteristics of propositional writing, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. So, how to write an essay? The following is the composition of the third unit of the second volume of the sixth grade that I compiled. It is for reference only. Everyone is welcome to read it. Composition 1 of the third unit of the second volume of the sixth grade
Everyone has their own ideals. Some want to be reporters, some want to be translators, some want to be soldiers, some want to be designers, and some I want to be an inventor...and I want to be an inventor.
I want to be an inventor because inventors can invent many things to help people, and they can also invent robots to defend our motherland, so I want to be an inventor.
If I were an inventor, I would invent many robots to serve people. Look at the army of robots coming towards us. Let me introduce these types of robots to you.
The first is that in the spring, it uses a seeder to sow seeds. During the autumn harvest, it can use a knife to harvest crops such as millet and sorghum and put them into the warehouse. In farmland where there are bugs and voles, it will eat the bugs one by one. If some crops are withered, it will cut off the withered crops, put them in its mouth and turn them into its energy.
The second one is the border guard. It is a highly intelligent robot. It is made of the toughest steel in the world and has extremely strong defensive power. Bullets and cannonballs hit it and it will be destroyed when it is touched. Turned into scrap metal, it also has an advanced weapon. When it finds an enemy, it will attack the enemy mercilessly. It will not stop attacking until the enemy surrenders or is eliminated.
The third one is the miner. Its left eye can detect whether there are minerals thousands or tens of thousands of meters underground. If the minerals are in the water, it will jump into the water and in the mining area. Dig with your hands, and then put the discovered minerals into your stomach with your hands. You can catch dozens of kilograms almost every time.
In order to realize my ideal, I have to study hard and make progress every day, because only in this way can I realize my ideal.
This is my ideal. Composition 2 of the third unit of the second volume of the sixth grade
Each of us has our own great ideal, and this ideal is like a "seed", which is planted in our hearts. As long as we "water it" every day "Water", one day that seed will take root, sprout, bloom, and bear fruit. However, my "seed" is a doctor.
"Doctor" is a word that we don't understand very well, but are you really a doctor? Without doctors, many human diseases cannot be eliminated. What is more serious is that they will continue to spread and even lead to the death of human beings.
My ideal was established when I was a child. At that time, I made a friend in my hometown. She was two years older than me. We had a very good relationship. However, her life was not going well. When she was nine years old, she suffered from an unknown disease. She felt dizzy almost every day and suffered from dizziness for three days. I had headaches in both ends, and injections and medicines didn't work. It was painful to see my friend sick, and I felt very uncomfortable. I wanted to cure her, but I didn't have the ability, so I determined to be a doctor and worked hard. Study, hoping to cure her and treat more patients one day.
If I become a doctor, I must serve the people sincerely and be an upright and honest doctor. Overcoming numerous difficulties, fighting the disease to the end, pulling more innocent lives from the horizon of life and death, making their lives full of hope and sunshine, making them live happier and more fulfilling lives, so that they do not have to endure it anymore The pain of being separated from loved ones and the pain of being tortured by death.
Although this is still just an ideal, I will never give up. One day I will let my "seed" take root, sprout, bloom, and bear fruit. Composition 3 of the third unit of the second volume of the sixth grade
Today, Teacher Wu took us to play a game: drumming and passing flowers. The rules of the game are to start with the first student in the first group and pass them on in order. Whoever's hand the teacher's voice falls on when the teacher's voice stops will go up and perform a show.
The game started. Since I was sitting closer to the front, the flowers were quickly passed to my hand. I was very panicked at the time. I immediately passed the flowers to the classmates behind me, but in the middle The flower even fell once, and I panicked even more. I thought: This thing won't just stop here! Fortunately, it still left. I thought again in my mind: This "disaster" finally left. I was so scared that I sweated. Fortunately, it was sent away! Finally, the flower stopped on our classmate Lin, probably because he was in a daze just now and didn't know what to do, so he reluctantly recited a poem after being called by the teacher.
The second round of the game started. The flower was passed to Liao Yijie’s hand. With a wave of his hand, the flower drew a perfect parabola and landed in front, causing the whole class to burst into laughter. , and the person involved even "buried" his head under the table and laughed. I thought to myself: He will definitely be scolded by the teacher. How miserable! The teacher came over and reminded him and the game continued. In the end, the flower fell on the hand of the music class representative, who walked up to the podium gracefully and sang a few lines.
Nothing happened at the beginning of the next round, but things got chaotic later on, and thunderous laughter suddenly sounded in the classroom. The teacher repeated the rule and put the flower back where it was when the mistake was made.
After playing a few more rounds, because we were so excited, the teacher had to take the flowers back and review the excitement of the game with us. Only then did I realize that as long as we observe carefully, how many things can we achieve? A lot of things happened in a matter of seconds, and they were quite exciting! Composition 4 of the third unit of the second volume of the sixth grade
When I was a child, when I saw my relatives around me getting sick, the pain of fighting the disease made me afraid and sad. At that time, I imagined that if I were a doctor, I would immediately relieve their pain and let them immediately restore their old smile. At that time, I didn’t know whether wanting to be a doctor was a major ideal in my life.
Until the Sichuan earthquake last year, I heard and witnessed many casualties. At that time, I was heartbroken and watched the medical staff risking their lives and rushing around to save lives and heal the wounded day and night. His lofty qualities strengthened my ignorant belief. My ideal is to be a skilled people's doctor.
I want to be a doctor. This belief has always been buried in my heart, and I will make unremitting efforts for this. I want to be a doctor, because doctors can remove people's pain, and people can live healthy and happy lives; I want to be a doctor, because doctors can bring many relatives who are suffering from disease and on the verge of despair back to us. Let the happiness of the past reappear; I want to be a doctor, because doctors can make our bodies healthier and our lives better...
Only when we live well can the country prosper and society can Will progress, and social progress will give us a better and happier life. Doctors, what a lofty professional title, their dedication is unobtrusive and unknown. When every patient can smile again, the doctor may be holding on to his sore waist and wiping the sweat from his forehead, but seeing his patient healthy is his great relief, so the doctor is noble and selfless. , and now I am sailing in this direction...
I hope to be a doctor, a doctor with high morals. Composition 5 of the third unit of the second volume of the sixth grade
Everyone has a small ideal in their hearts. In my heart, my ideal is to be an excellent teacher.
When I was very young, I had a small ideal - to be a great scientist, because at that time I loved studying things. But for a while, I became obsessed with detective cartoons, and then I changed my ideal to be a famous detective like Sherlock Holmes. Because detective work is thrilling and exciting and can help people solve mysteries. Once, I watched a detective cartoon. The detective almost lost his life in search of evidence. Since then, my ideal has been shaken. I don't want to die early.
One day, my mother said jokingly: "Don't you like Ultraman? You might as well be him!" But I said seriously: "Okay, but I don't have a mask or a transformer. "What should I do?" My mother smiled and said, "I will buy it for you." In this way, I became the patron saint of justice. When I put on a mask and transformer and went to the community to look for monsters, I was laughed at by other children: "Look! That fake Ultraman!" Thinking about it now, I was too naive at that time.
Now I am a fifth grade student. I have grown up and understand a lot of truths. Understand that ideals are a person's life goals, and you cannot give up easily just because you encounter some difficulties. You must work tirelessly and strive for your ideals so that your ideals can become reality. Now I am studying hard for my ideal - to be an excellent teacher. I want to spread all my knowledge to my students and illuminate the path of life for them.
The ideal is like a seedling, waiting for you to fertilize it. Go, go bravely, success is waving to you! Composition 6, Unit 3, Volume 2, Volume 6, Grade 6
I remember that there was a time when I was a child, I lived at my grandma’s house. There are many chickens in my grandma’s yard. I stare at the chickens every day. They are golden in color, have pointed beaks, and have some colorful combs. They chatter like they can’t stop talking, day after day. They bark at night, but I like them.
But I am afraid of them every time I go out. Why? I am afraid that if they bite me with their sharp mouths, I will get sick, because my mother said that if you are bitten by a dog, you will get sick. One time, my mother and grandma went out to the market, and my grandfather and I were left at home. My grandfather had work to do in the outer room. I was still playing with toys by myself. There happened to be a toy that looked like a chicken. It made noise when I pinched it. I thought to myself : Will a real chicken make a sound when pinched? Just as I was thinking about it, my grandpa asked me to feed the chickens.
That was the first time in my life to feed chickens. The chicken coop was dirty and smelly. I put on my shoes and carried the chicken food to the chicken coop and found them sleeping. I was surprised and opened my mouth wide! I have never seen a chicken sleeping before. I went to feed the sleeping chickens next to me. Every step I took felt like I was walking on the edge of a mountain cliff, and I never dared to take the next step. Those chicks were very cute, but they were also very aggressive. I quickly called my grandpa to come over and help me. Seeing my grandfather feeding the chickens so skillfully, I thought to myself: I must succeed.
The chicken food in my hand is hot. I walked up to them and fed the chickens like my grandpa did. At this time, all the chickens seemed to smell the fragrance of the food and woke up. A large number of chickens came to me as if I was their owner. Wherever I go, they follow me. I scattered chicken food all the way, and they ate the chicken food awkwardly, as if they were not afraid of me at all. I also played happily with them.
From that moment on, I am no longer afraid of chickens. They are like my most loyal partners accompanying me. That must be my happiest time! Composition for the third unit of the second volume of the sixth grade 7
Ideal is the goal that everyone pursues throughout his life. Only with ideals can life have direction, study can have motivation, and life can have value.
I have loved music since I was a child. Every time those celebrities sang sweet songs on the stage, I couldn't help but think about it... So, I determined to become a singer that attracts everyone's attention.
Music is my ideal and the goal of my life. When I am tired, as soon as I hear the sounds of nature - my favorite music, I will regain my energy and move closer to my ideal step by step.
For my ideal, I sing while sleeping, while eating, while playing... In short, the more I sing, the more I want to sing. Gradually, I developed an idol in my heart, and she was Deng Ziqi. I have a stack of her albums, which I bought with my own pocket money. I will play them and listen to them whenever I have time. So far, she has released more than 600 songs, more than 500 of which were composed by herself. I admire her talent and singing voice endlessly.
I often fantasize about standing on my own stage and singing to my heart’s content, without being shy, fearful, or worried, and singing as I please. Imagine the cheers and applause from the audience, one wave after another, lasting for a long time. Whenever I think about this, a sense of pride rises in my heart, and my desire to sing becomes stronger and stronger. A hundred years of life, determination to be young! Now the only way is to work hard, work hard, study hard, lay a solid foundation, and strive to be admitted to the Conservatory of Music, and you will be one step closer to success. For my ideal, I take "Don't be discouraged, arrogant soldiers will be defeated" as my motto.
Perhaps on the way to realize my ideal, I will encounter "blockers" and many obstacles, but in order to realize my ideal, I will give everything for it. I firmly believe that “where there is a will, there is a way.” Composition 8, Unit 3, Volume 2, Volume 2, Grade 6
During art class, my watercolor pens dried up.
In that class, Teacher Huang asked us to make a table of contents. It's very simple, I'm secretly happy. "Start painting!" Teacher Huang ordered, and we started painting.
I was nearly halfway through my painting, but at this moment, my watercolor pen ran out of water. It suddenly occurred to me that I could use another pen. I tried this one, but it was too ugly, and I tried that one, but it was inappropriate. Mom, I asked you to buy colored pens yesterday, but you forgot. It’s true. "get out of class ends in ten minutes!" Teacher Huang said. When I heard this, I became anxious. I kept shaking the pen and almost broke my hand, but there was still no trace of ink. Alas, I looked at my deskmate Chen Yuxuan and asked her to borrow it. No, we just had a quarrel in the morning. It was hopeless. I was so sad that I was sweating. But at this time, Chen Yuxuan turned around, looked at my painting, and then looked at me, as if she understood my thoughts. She turned back, then back again, and handed me the colored pen. Suddenly, a warm wave surged from my heart. I thanked Chen Yuxuan profusely, and then continued to draw my catalog. Time passed minute by minute, get out of class was over, I finished the painting, and Chen Yuxuan also finished the painting. She sits on the chair. I ran out to play, and while I was playing, I said: "Thank you, Chen Yuxuan!"
It turns out that thirsty watercolor pens are not so scary! Composition for unit 3 of the second volume of sixth grade 9
In the blink of an eye, I became a student and became a student, from having no dreams to realizing my dreams.
When I was 17 and a half years old, I held the admission certificate from Tsinghua University and entered the Tsinghua University that I thought about day and night. In an elegant learning environment, I studied hard and studied hard, and finally got a doctorate. , I went to study in the United States again, and saw knowledge that I had never learned in books, beautiful scenery, and understanding of American education... After graduation, I entered the life of the United States and recorded the stories that reflected love and compiled them into " There is love everywhere”. This book was not accepted even after I submitted it for the first time. I was very disappointed and wanted to give up. After reading this book, I closed it after reading it a few times. She gave me some advice: "You know what? Readers like to read more interesting books. If you can see the trivial things recorded in your book every day, it will feel boring. You should remember some interesting things."
I suddenly realized that I finally understood what I should write, revised the book, submitted it to the publishing house, and published it! I finally took a step towards my dream!
Another time, I compiled the scenery I saw while studying in the United States into a book called "American Travel Notes." I submitted this book to a publishing house, and it was appreciated and published! This book sold very well as soon as it was published and became a travel guide to the United States. I heard that it was also translated into Mandarin and sold to foreigners...
I made little progress, wrote a book, and worked hard for five years to become a famous writer. My real dream is that my work can be read by the whole world. I devoured a large number of books, enriched my experience, and wrote better and better books. Once, I wrote a book called "Sabiya", which was translated into foreign Mandarin languages ??and promoted to the whole world. People read the work...
I realized my ideal and struggled, Finally got my wish. Composition 10 of the third unit of the second volume of the sixth grade
My ideal is to be an excellent doctor. Being a doctor is a noble profession, and it is the doctor's duty to treat illnesses and save lives. Doctors save people from outpatient services to surgeries, and are related to people's lives. Therefore, they are always so attentive and do not dare to be careless.
When I grow up, I also want to learn the spirit of doctors. Their purpose is to treat illnesses and save people, and to save lives and injuries. In addition to having excellent medical skills, a doctor should also have an honest character and seek truth from facts. There was once a surgeon, Qiu Fazu, who studied in Germany in his early years and saved many Jews during World War II. After returning to China, when he was teaching at Tsinghua University, a student asked him a question. Qiu Fazu shook his head, He said frankly: "I'm sorry, I don't know!" Suddenly, the classroom became excited. Someone asked him: "You are a professor! You don't know anything?" He replied, Chairman Mao said, if you don't understand, you don't understand. , don’t pretend to understand. After saying that, there was a warm round of applause in the classroom. What does this story mean? It means that as long as a person has integrity, he will win the respect of everyone. This is especially true as a doctor.
If you want to realize your ideals, you still have to work hard. Therefore, from now on I will study cultural knowledge well.
However, after I embark on the journey with my ideals, will I definitely succeed? No! A greater test is waiting for us: the wine on the way will anesthetize us, the beautiful scenery will seduce us, and the tall icebergs will hinder us. Crazy Rain and waves will hurt us, and whether we persist or give up in the face of these dangers is entirely in our own hands.
A strong person will start from now on and strive for his ideals. Composition 11 of the third unit of the second volume of the sixth grade
I still can’t forget that game. My mood was ups and downs and thrilling.
That was a Chinese class. I was reading before class as usual. Suddenly Teacher Wu walked into the classroom, opened the courseware, and said: "Students, before we go to class, let's play a game - drumming and passing flowers. ." While the teacher was explaining the rules of the game, I thought: I can play such a simple game without having to explain it.
At the beginning of the game, Teacher Wu passed the red scarf around as a flower. Holding a ruler in hand as a drum. The game started, and the whole class was dancing and excited. The red scarf was passed around from the first group, and everyone who received it was covered in cold sweat, for fear that the drumming would stop in his place. The next person to receive it was anxious again. I thought to myself: "Are you so scared? Isn't it just a red scarf? What's there to be afraid of?" Soon everyone's "baby" was passed to the third group. I started to feel a little uneasy, and cold sweat was running down my back, and it spread to me in the blink of an eye. The person in front turned around and handed me the red scarf. I turned around quickly and was about to throw it over when the red scarf stuck to my hand like magic. Suddenly the teacher's drumming stopped. The students couldn't help laughing. I thought to myself: "Today is so unlucky." My classmates locked their eyes tightly on me. I thought: "They must be watching the fun and not taking it too seriously." I had to touch my forehead to relieve my embarrassment.
After this thrilling game, I also learned that I should not be arrogant or arrogant in life and work. Composition 12, Unit 3, Volume 2, Volume 2, Grade 6
Everyone has ideals, and I am no exception. So, now let me talk about my ideal career.
My ideal career is a writer. Why does this ideal exist? Please listen to me slowly.
Actually, my compositions were quite poor in the past. I almost never got “excellent”, but only “good”. However, one time, I wrote an essay called "Monkey Fishing for the Moon", which was actually read by the teacher as a model essay! This gave me a lot of confidence. Since then, my compositions have often been singled out by teachers as examples for reading.
At that time, I made up my mind: I must become a writer! The reason is: I actually fell in love with writing essays! Even if I don't want to write, as long as I write the second paragraph, I can't wait to write the story...
I often imagine that after becoming a writer, I will become a celebrity and be talked about by adults. Children are following...
Fantasy is beautiful, but there is a certain distance from reality. If I want to be a writer, I may have to work harder. For example: Although I want to be a writer, I am lazy and do not practice writing more often; my depth of thinking is not enough, and the thoughts I summarize every time are not deep enough...
However, now I am pursuing my ideal. , became more diligent, wrote more actively, and read more extracurricular books (but more of them were about literature), which further improved the depth of my thinking. Make my ideal closer and closer to me until it is completed.
My ideal is to be a writer. Although it seems to be out of reach for me now, I will definitely work hard to make it closer and closer to me. Although I know there will be bumps along the way, I will definitely work hard to overcome them and make this ideal and fantasy a reality! Composition 13 of the third unit of the second volume of the sixth grade
Ideals are the beacon that guides life, and ideals are the sails that inspire people to forge ahead. Everyone will have a distant and bright ideal. My ideal is to be a well-trained soldier.
Speaking of soldiers, you will definitely think of neat and solemn checkered formations and military camps full of green flavor. Yes, I can't help but yearn to thrive in that environment and be a soldier who defends the motherland, the people, and society.
In the military camp where slogans resound through the sky, the hard-working spirit, pure friendship, and courageous fighting all reflect the strict requirements and noble qualities of soldiers. I believe that here I will become an excellent and qualified soldier.
People live for their own hopes. This is a famous quote from the famous Soviet writer Sholokhov. yes! Only those who have ideals are truly alive, otherwise they are empty.
In the 70th anniversary military parade, the Chinese people watched the majestic army, but it contained a lot of hard work and sweat of the soldiers. Soldiers who move forward bravely and care about the motherland make me respect and love them, and they gave me the glorious ideal of becoming a soldier.
The ideal is the wind blowing out the fire, the ideal is the fire lighting the candle in life, the ideal is the candle lighting the way forward, the ideal is the road leading you to success. Please remember Sholokhov’s words: People live for their own hopes. Composition 14 of the third unit of the second volume of the sixth grade
This morning, I went out to play happily humming a song and saw an unforgettable scene.
Beside the supermarket, a group of people gathered together. I went to watch the excitement and saw an old woman with white hair moaning and lying on the ground, saying in pain: "Ouch, ouch..." At this time A middle-aged aunt in floral clothes shouted loudly: "Don't believe her, she must be a scammer. I've seen this kind of thing many times!" At this time, another tall man spoke up: "Okay. Wow, why don't you leave?" The crowd seemed to be exploding: "I know this, last time Lao Zhang..." "Yes, yes, who knows if it is true or not?"
I looked at the old grandma worriedly. She kept turning over, her face gradually became distorted and turned blue... I frowned tightly and thought: These people are not indifferent people. There are a lot of liars these days, but the old grandma... …I don’t dare to think about it any more. At this time, a tall and thin little boy wearing a red scarf bit his lower lip, stretched out his dark arms without hesitation, and said cheerfully: "Grandma, let me help you, are you okay?" But the old grandma didn't. The reply just said: "Pocket pocket..."
"Child, don't, she is lying to you!" Many people advised the little boy, and I also felt that the old lady was a little suspicious. But he took out the old lady's medicine bottle, took out the half bottle of water left beside him, and gave the old lady medicine. The old lady stopped sitting on the steps. After resting for a while, her complexion became much better. She explained to everyone: "I am old and no longer useful. I suddenly fell ill while walking on the road. It's okay, it's okay. My child, I really appreciate you, thank you! What's your name?" The boy's face turned red. Said: "This is what it should be. I am a boy wearing a red scarf." After saying that, he ran away.
I really admire that boy! A "red scarf" boy who does good deeds without leaving his name behind. Although I have gone far away, that scene will remain in my heart forever and cannot be forgotten for a long time.