六年级周记（六年级周记300字）

时间真是转瞬即逝，一周又过去了，一周的时间，相信你会领悟到不少东西，现在的你想必不是在写周记，就是在准备写周记吧。相信许多人会觉得周记很难写吧，以下是小编为大家整理的六年级周记3篇，仅供参考，大家一起来看看。

六年级周记 篇1

金秋十月，是个美丽的季节。看，远处的那片金黄的稻田，在秋风的吹拂下翻起层层波浪，稻谷都在频频点着头。高粱地里的高粱都涨红了脸，羞怯地低着头，静静地站立着。路边的枫树高举着火把站在路旁，秋风吹过满眼的金黄，金色的落叶打着旋飘落下来，给大地披上了一件金色的衣袍，好迎接冬季的到来。这时的树枝上只剩下了几片枯叶，它们孤零零地站在枝头，在秋风中瑟瑟发抖，一些叶子飘进了小河，像一叶叶轻舟，随波流去。

花园里面种满了金色的菊花，它们有的怒放着，有的只绽开了一条缝，有的还只是个花骨朵儿，胀得圆鼓鼓的，像包着一骨朵的水。菊花可是真美，尤其是秋雨过后，一颗颗雨滴缀在精巧的花瓣上，滚呀滚，滚进了泥土里，滋养了菊花，使它开得更加鲜艳了。

天气越来越冷，人们都换上了厚厚的衣衫，有红色的、黄色的、绿色的……五颜六色，成了大街上一道靓丽的风景，让人眼花缭乱，人们的心情也就愉悦了起米。

秋天，难免让人觉得有些凄凉，可是动物们给些凄凉的深秋带来了活力。小鸟们争相飞到田地里，啄食着散落在地里的谷粒，小燕子和大雁们也早已出发，飞向那温暖而遥远的南方。

秋，它饱含着丰收的喜悦和秋花的芬芳，也预示着冬的来临和新的希望。其实一年四季都是很美的，只是不能缺少了发现美的心情。

六年级周记 篇2

下个星期一就是爸爸的生日，我早早的计划着如何给爸爸一个惊喜。应该送什么礼物给爸爸比较合适呢？我心里早有答案，只有爸爸最喜欢的才是的礼物，爸爸最喜欢的是什么礼物？这问题就只有爸爸最清楚，不过想从爸爸嘴里问出他喜欢什么礼物，好像比登天都要难呢！谁会明明白白的告诉你他喜欢的礼物，然后让你送给他呢？

散步路上我一直都在观察爸爸，可是我好像没有看见他对什么东西心动吗？每个人都肯定有自己喜欢的东西，只不过我没有发现而已，“爸爸，您见到所以东西中，最喜欢的一样是什么呢？”爸爸不上我的钩，“您认为过生日的生日礼物什么呢？”爸爸没有回答我的问题，“生日其实不需要什么礼物，生日就是记录自己出生的日子，应该送给母亲礼物。”爸爸看透我的心思，告诉我，他自己对生日这个词的.理解，我也赞同爸爸说的话，但是别人送上礼物，我也应该送给爸爸一件礼物，而且要爸爸喜欢的。

回到家里后，还没等我说话的话，他就开始回答我的问题，“我的生日不需要什么特别的礼物，我只希望你能够好好的、认真的学习，长大有所成就，为自己的理想去奋斗，这就是送给我的礼物，没有什么别的礼物比这个更加好了。”我没有说话，沉入思考中，爸爸喜欢的礼物竟然不是为自己所着想，而是全为我的将来，我的生日从来没有想过样我怎么样的努力，他喜欢我好好学习，喜欢我能够坚持不懈朝自己的目标奋斗，我想我应该明白爸爸需要的什么样的礼物了，这个礼物虽然是无形的，但是爸爸肯定会很高兴的!

我的努力和坚持还有付出的汗水，这就是我给爸爸的礼物！

六年级周记 篇3

睡梦中，我突然惊醒，屈指一算，呀，明天是老爸的生日。怎么办，怎么办?我焦急万分。买个蛋糕?太老套了!况且老爸也不喜欢吃奶油。那么，把家里布置一番，吹几个气球，再挂些彩带?这行吗?太幼稚了吧!最好买一些实惠点的东西。想着，想着，我不由地“嘻嘻”-地笑出声来，脑子里不由地浮现出老爸喜悦的笑容。

第二天，我早早地起了床，悄悄地从储蓄盒里拿了一些钱出来。中午，我和同学去逛商店。 “买什么呢？”我停住了脚步，犹豫了，质量嘛，也该考虑考虑吧。我左挑挑右选选，终于看中了三双，拿在手上，刚想掏钱，又犹豫了，质量嘛，也该考虑考虑吧。我开始回忆妈妈买袜子的情景，好像要有弹力。我左looking around, right looking at the store, I didn't decide. Thinking of everything, not just him own birthday, no, his birthday was so hard to believe! I'm trying to think of how my efforts and the hard work in putting them out, is that what I'm giving him? I think I'm saving money, buying things that are worth it for himself, even though he's not eating too much. But maybe it's better than anything else.

来到 the store, I start looking at other stuffs. Oh, but when I look in the direction of my friend, I hear a voice. “Oh, please, let me think, how old is your dad?” The voice from behind my back, almost like his own smile. It was familiar; it's the voice that makes me laugh。

As I approach him, I push past some people, but he just pops open a box. He looks at me and I see that he has a pack of socks in there. His eyes are bright, he is laughing with me. “You have to choose something for your dad.” He points toward the box. I grab my parents' socks. The sock hole is big though; it was almost too big for him. I put his socks on and hold out. He looks at them and takes one pair as if he were going crazy. He puts his arms around me, and I feel a little heavy, but we laugh. His face turns bright, like the sun shining on the grass.

As we drive away from the store, I put my ear to the ground, and that's when I hear something. “Hey, what is it?” It’s someone singing in the distance, “I'm your dad! My friend said that.” I turn around, see my friend driving over, he turns red and looks worried.

When I finally get his car out, I push it just enough so I can squeeze him into it. The car is a sleek black one with big tires. It drives quiet well on the highway. I put in the gas, and as soon as I see my friend behind me, he's already driving up to the back of the car. He looks at his dad. “You are my friend! You are mine!”

And I can't stop looking. He is safe here, right there in front of him. There's no danger on the road. They drive just fine, and when they're done, I look back up the highway. My friend has a smile on his face as he looks at me. “You did it! You are my friend!”

Even though it was almost midnight, my heart is beating faster. It was worth it. It was worth it to make sure that someone who was so loved could feel safe. For my dad, for my friend, and for everyone else.