In daily study, work or life, everyone has the experience of writing essays, so they are very familiar with them. With the help of essays, we can improve our language organization ability. Still at a loss for composition? Below are my fifth-grade compositions that I collected and compiled. You are welcome to share them. My fifth grade essay 1
I am a lively, ordinary, cheerful girl. I have a mole at the corner of my eye, and my long bangs hang down to my eyelashes. I am usually good at thinking and helpful. And I love dancing very much.
I am more responsible for my work. Every Thursday, I will manage the class well and make the classroom very quiet. I am the teacher’s little assistant. I can do my best to complete every task assigned by the teacher. I am also very willing to help others. Whenever a classmate asks me a question that he does not understand, I will enthusiastically teach him.
I love dancing and practice unremittingly. Every Saturday morning, I will go to the Cultural Palace opposite Wusong Hospital to practice. Even though it is so painful to open the eight-character opening and the one-character opening, I persist. I sweated and cried for dancing. Finally, there was a dance performance at the Children's Palace. I put on makeup on the second floor of the North Wing Commercial Street. It was the first time I wore heavy makeup. Although my eyes felt very uncomfortable, But I persisted. When I arrived at the Children's Palace, my classmate Wang Xiaoxin was waiting for me at the door. I changed into my performance clothes and prepared to go on stage. The radiant dance lights shone on me, emitting a dazzling light that made people unable to open their eyes. , the music started playing, and after I danced along with the music for a while, I felt that my feet no longer obeyed me. They slowed down and I couldn't keep up with the rhythm. At this time, I seemed to see Wang Xiaoxin's encouraging eyes. She seemed to I'm saying, come on, Lu Tingyi, I believe in you. Finally, I persisted.
This is me, a person who loves dancing, a person who is willing to help others, and a serious and responsible person. My fifth grade composition 2
Hello everyone, my name is Li Xinghui. He is 12 years old this year. I am studying in Class 4, Grade 5, Beijing East Road Primary School. I have a pair of small eyes, light eyebrows, and light red lips. I am a cute, gluttonous, and playful girl. You must think I am fat. No, I'm not fat. Do you want to get to know me? I have many hobbies. There is swimming, dancing and so on. I am a timid girl. This is me. I have been timid since I was a child. I love watching horror movies and listening to ghost stories, but then I get very scared. I can’t sleep at night and can’t turn off the lights because ghosts are in my mind. I'm grateful to have a quilt over my head.
Whenever the surroundings are quiet, I am very scared. At the same time, my hearing is very sensitive, and I will recognize certain sounds. Once, my parents and I went to Shanghai Joy City to play. I saw a very interesting place. ——It’s a haunted house. I asked my father to accompany me first. It was very dark there. Sudden. I saw a baby covered in blood. I became scared and my feet became weak. He stopped and said to his father: Stop playing. Get out. "Dad said to me: You just went in and went out. Didn't you say you are not afraid? I was very unhappy after hearing this. I am a person fifth grade composition 3
Naughty, maybe just Children's nature and career, but because of my naughty, I made a series of jokes.
Once, I found a pile of coal in the stairs. I was out of professional concern. "Responsibility", I was poking around in the pile of coal. Suddenly, a mouse jumped out, jumped on the coal, and started running. I had quick eyes and quick hands, so I picked up two pieces of coal and smashed them hard, yeah, Both shots hit the head. "Squeak, squeak." "I only heard a few rattles, and the mouse died. [Note: Wuhu: interjection, this word was often used in ancient sacrificial texts, and later became a synonym for death. It refers to the death of a person.] Just when I was proud. , my mother happened to come down, frowned and said: "Hey, the coal carrier is here. "I smiled sheepishly. When she saw the dead mouse on the ground and the two broken pieces of coal, she understood what had just happened and said, "This coal carrier has become an expert in exterminating rats. . "After hearing this, I laughed happily.
Another time I saw my neighbor going to the barber shop to get a haircut, and I had a sudden impulse [Note: Oncide: The tide is rising. It refers to a sudden or accidental feeling in my heart. Thought.], picked up the scissors and started cutting my own hair. After cutting for a while, I became very proud and asked my parents to see my "invincible and shocking work". They couldn't laugh or cry after seeing it, and I laughed too. Get up.
Alas, I am really... really... Alas. I am a person for fifth grade. Composition 4
I am good at studying, but my English is slightly worse. , I have a superhuman imagination, love to read and am very smart. Among my advantages, there are also three shortcomings: 1. My excessive imagination makes it easy for me to regard the pen in my hand as a pen when writing homework. People, and then fight with another "person". 2. There are countless papers that I didn't get full marks because of sloppiness. 3. It takes me an average of one and a half hours to write a 400-word essay, isn't it?
< p> Well, I have a very strange characteristic, that is, I don’t know how to deal with girls. There are also boys who have a particularly good relationship with girls. For some reason, they always seem to have a special kind of power. Boys do. I am afraid of them, maybe because I am not submissive enough to communicate with them.Well, I am not very lucky sometimes. For example, last time the school said: You can play with four-wheel drive vehicles in the small courtyard. At first I didn't dare to bring it, but then I was bold enough to bring it. But on the same day, it was announced that four-wheel drive vehicles were not allowed to play, which made me feel a little hurt. . Let's talk about the day before yesterday. I bought a "fighting bug" that everyone was playing, and planned to play it with other students. But today, because students from other grades got into a fight because of playing this game, the principal ordered in public: No more playing. ah! I instantly remembered the "Flying Dragon Fighting" incident two years ago. The forgotten wound has opened again, and my heart is bleeding. It hurts...
In life, there is inevitably pain and setbacks, but it still allows us to continue on the road of life. Face challenges with a smile and face shortcomings with determination!
Well, I am... I am a fifth grade composition 5
My name is Xiaoyue, and I am a smart little girl. Actually...I am a "little tiger". He has a bad temper, likes to eat meat, and is agile in his movements. He is the king of the family.
Whether it’s my cute little brother, my cute little sister, or my loving parents, as long as someone offends me, I will use my unique skill, “Tiger Kung Fu”.
"Tiger Kung Fu", in fact, is to fight fiercely with others, but this is the first time I have used "Tiger Kung Fu". One time, my sister came to ask me a question because she couldn't solve it, but I was still doing my homework and didn't want her to disturb me. So, I used "Tiger Eyes" to warn her not to disturb me again, but she didn't notice. I jumped in front of her and said, "Please, sister, I'm doing my homework. Please don't disturb me, or I'll use a new move I made up, the Tiger Kung Fu, to deal with you." My sister thought, isn't it? Is it a "tiger skill"? What's so great about it? I said, "You'll know if you try it." She started to fight against me, and I started to use "Tiger Kung Fu" to deal with her. I punched her in the stomach first, and then kicked her, saying Slowly, then quickly, he pushed her onto the sofa. She understands my character and knows that the real deal is about to begin. Finally she had to sit up and ask her mother. From then on, "Tiger Kung Fu" became my way to deal with the troubles of my younger siblings.
That's how I am. I don't like others to disturb me. As long as someone disturbs me, I will use my unique skill, "Tiger Kung Fu". What kind of person am I? Fifth grade composition 6
What kind of person am I! She looks very beautiful, with glossy black hair as soft as a silk scarf.
There are two shining "black pearls" in the big watery eyes. When thinking about a problem, the "black pearls" in the eyes rotate. That small red cherry-like mouth contains rich expressions. When you are happy, the words you say can make people fall to the ground laughing; when you are angry, the words you say can make people furious and sobbing...
I have a small advantage - respecting the elderly, caring for the young, and being willing to help others. When my classmates were running, my good friend fell down, and I helped her up; on the bus, there were too many people on the bus, and when an old man got on the bus, I gave my seat to the old man. People praise me as a good boy...
Of course I have advantages and disadvantages! That is the problem that gives mothers the biggest headache - carelessness. During the exam, those who had to carry were not carried; the remainder was not written; the notebook was forgotten in school... One day, I went to school and realized that I had forgotten my schoolbag. I hurried home to get my schoolbag. When I got to school, I had already gone to school. It’s half a class. Hi! It's all caused by carelessness!
I am a person with many advantages! But kids, don’t be careless like me! My fifth grade essay 7
Genius is the person who repeats it the most. It is this sentence that makes me more and more confident, and my confidence flows into the distance like a clear spring. In the dream, I dreamed that I was admitted to Peking University, and the sound of my reading was loud on the Peking University campus. They say dreams are illusory, but I feel that my dream will definitely become a reality.
When I was a child, my dream was to paint a picture, depicting every bit of life with a brush. When I heard the teacher’s praise and the applause of my classmates, I felt a sense of self-confidence in my heart.
When I entered elementary school, my handwriting was praised by teachers and classmates. Every time the teacher corrected my homework, a bright smile crossed his face.
It was a calligraphy competition. Another classmate and I represented the class in the competition. Everything was so tense, and the tense atmosphere at the scene made people feel panicked. However, this idea was soon thrown out of the window. The feeling of self-confidence makes me think that I must be the best. I wrote carefully one stroke at a time, and every stroke made my hands burst into tears. That time, I succeeded. Wherever I go, my good friends will point at me and say that this is the best handwriting in our class. Whenever I hear such compliments, I just laugh and say nothing.
I believe, as the song says, "My future is not a dream." To live, one must be confident, and confidence is the source of my strength.
Hey, I am... I am a fifth grade composition 8
I am not a tall person, but I am full of confidence.
I am a short man with glasses. My long hair is like a radio wave that receives information from all around.
In fifth grade, in gym class, the teacher asked us to throw a softball. After demonstrating the basic essentials, the teacher asked a classmate to throw it once. I stepped forward voluntarily, kicked my back legs confidently, released my front legs, and threw the ball out with my hands at the same time. The ball shot out. Although the ball was not thrown far, I was still very happy to do it for my classmates. demonstration. Next time, a classmate actually passed me. I was not jealous of him, but sincerely congratulated him.
When I was at the Quality Education Base, there was a tightrope walking activity in the expansion class. I walked on the tightrope confidently, grabbed the rope, and stepped forward. Although my legs were shaking, I was still very confident. Stepping forward, suddenly, there was a violent vibration on the wire, but I couldn't hold on and came down. The second time, I still walked up to the tightrope confidently.
After a few minutes, I still moved forward cautiously. At this time, the steel wire shook violently again, but I learned the lesson from the last time and held on to the rope tightly to prevent my feet from falling. Leave on the tightrope.
"Come on!" Because of my confidence, I moved a few steps forward, but because I couldn't support it, I fell. Although I failed this time, it still couldn’t extinguish the flame of my self-confidence.
Confidence, this is my only characteristic, I can't help but say: "Hey, I am this person!" My fifth grade composition 9
I am a round person A round head, a pair of big watery eyes and a small mouth. I love dancing, so I always do weird things. Look, my weird habit of imagining things has struck again!
After school, I was doing my homework. Suddenly, a crooked idea popped into my mind-using pen refills to do my homework. So, I took out the pen refill from a pen and started doing my homework seriously. At this time, my mother came over and saw that she was furious and scolded loudly: "If you don't do your homework with a pen properly, do your homework with a pen refill. What are you doing? You can't write well with a water pen refill!" My mouth doesn't listen to my brain. Control, I said a few words in confusion: "What's wrong with me doing my homework with pen refills? Do you think there's not water pen refills in the pen? So, I use pen refills to do my homework every day!" Mom looked at it with disdain I glance. I was startled because her terrifying eyes made me break into a cold sweat. I had to replace the water pen refill with a water pen, but I thought: How can I prevent my mother from seeing it? I had an idea and came up with a "good idea": prepare two pens and write with water refills while my mother is cooking. If my mother comes to see me, I will change the water pens. Just like this, I came here many times, but just when I was fascinated by writing with water refills, my mother suddenly shouted behind me: "Why are you writing with water refills again, are you turning a deaf ear to my words? Bring the water refills, I will keep them !" I gave the refill to my mother while thinking about when my mother would come.
Do you think I am being too whimsical? I hope that through my introduction, you can all understand me better.