Narrative composition

In our daily study, work or life, everyone has tried to write a composition, which is a narrative way that people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. In order to make your writing easier and more convenient, here are 9 narratives I have compiled for you. Welcome to share.

I am an ordinary person, a little girl in the world, a humble child ... Maybe you don't know me or know me, but in the eyes of my family, I am an extraordinary child because of my perseverance and persistence. ...

I am extraordinary, maybe you don't think so, but my family and I believe that I am an extraordinary child. Maybe you don't believe that a girl with average grades from grade one to grade five will shine in grade six. Yes, that's me! Now, let's look through my colorful life photo album! There, you can see my extraordinary ...

I was a pupil when I was less than six years old. At that time, I was not only a crying girl, but also a mess in my grades. My Chinese and math are almost on the verge of passing. Perhaps, you will wonder how a girl with such a grade in the first grade of primary school can be admitted to a key middle school.

Indeed, I am stupid, but I have never given up, so my grades have been improving in the second grade, year after year ... I have been working hard and persisting every year, but until the fifth grade, my grades were still unstable and not sharp, but my family told me:' Don't give up, believe in yourself!' I still remember this sentence, and I still remember what they said to me earnestly at that time. I couldn't sleep for a long time that night. I looked at the night sky, and then I found that the night sky was blue and charming. The night sky is like a piece of dark blue velvet, hanging on the big moon as bright as a silver plate or covered with little stars as bright as pearls.

Looking up at the blue night sky, I can forget all my worries and troubles and feel the mystery of the night ... at that time, I made up my mind-stupid birds fly first, as long as I insist, I will succeed! From then on, no matter what, I never gave up, even in the cram school until more than ten o'clock in the evening; Even if you only rest for half a day a week; No matter how hard and tired I am, I won't give up! A year, a whole year, I lived like this for a year, but I never regretted it, because I tried, I didn't give up halfway ... Finally, I succeeded.

When I got the admission notice, I cried, and tears of joy flowed down like pearls. I said excitedly, "Great, the hard work was not in vain!" " "

I am extraordinary; I am like a water drop, which looks so humble and insignificant, but I am just like it, persistent and persistent! Perseverance, you know? What makes me proud to say "I am extraordinary" is perseverance and strength! "

In an autumn rain, banana leaves bowed their heads and were injured, and begonia flowers were bright red. A piece of news, fortunately, I am in high school.

I never thought that high school would come so soon. I can't believe that when I wake up, I have prepared my study plan for the college entrance examination. I once had countless dreams for high school. In short, I thought about all the key high schools in provinces and cities, and then ran towards the goal crazily. Walking and crawling, I finally found myself running in the wrong direction. That's what I am. The same three years of study, I have gained a bag of helplessness.

On the day when the results came out, I felt that I could use the word collapse to describe myself. It was three points less than the lowest score I estimated, which made it the worst of my mock exams. So I passed the ideal middle school by one point and one third respectively, and walked into a school I would never go to before. My family and friends advised me to pay the school selection fee or lesbian relationship. I gave a wry smile. I would rather enter an ordinary school aboveboard than bow to a key point. But who doesn't feel bad? Every time I contact my former classmates, most of them do well in the exam, better than me.

The senior high school entrance examination is a shadow. It cruelly shattered all your dreams, and then you found the difference between ideal and reality. There are many things that can't just be said and not done, but still need to be done.

I was looking forward to starting school, going to school and meeting new classmates and teachers throughout the holiday. Forget everything about the senior high school entrance examination and prove your strength with new achievements. So I made another mistake. There is a difference between ideal and reality. I want to try my best to study, but I find myself still so lazy that it is difficult to live in school. Many times, tears have been spinning in my eyes. I took a deep breath and tried not to let it fall.

It's not until the senior high school entrance examination that you know how you spent three years in junior high school, and it's not until you enter senior high school that you know the pain and helplessness of senior high school students. We have no right to enjoy the warm sunshine in the sun, because we can do several math problems at this time; We must also restrain the seeds of love from sprouting, or you will die miserably. This is a high school student who occasionally steals time to go home and surf the Internet, only to find that all the games have been deleted.

But we have dreams, in other words, we are the so-called "post-90 s". We have ended an era and should start an era. High school, for me, is where my dream begins. No, if there is no lead ash, his beauty can be immersed in the joy or failure of the past. High school is a dream, a beautiful blue dream, full of ideals and hopes. Although the background color is lead gray. But it is also difficult to reflect. We are a group living in this contradictory blueprint, and we need to crush and run all laziness and cowardice, carelessness and stupidity one by one. Run with purpose and rhythm.

In the dream, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. I stand in the sun, with a bright smile, enjoying the joy of an era.

Postscript: "I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval." The moon and the blue sky are getting warmer. Have we handed in a satisfactory answer sheet for ourselves?

In the evening, I sat on the bed, quietly watching the ancient Greek mythology, because tomorrow is the weekend, so it doesn't matter if I watch it later.

I was slowly intoxicated, and my mother's "turn off the lights" sounded in my ear: "Turn off the lights and go to bed quickly, it's past 10. Don't stay up when it's the weekend tomorrow, or I'll let you get up at 6 o'clock tomorrow!" My mother's words startled me, so I quickly grabbed the alarm clock and looked at it. Yo, it's 10: 45. No wonder my mother is going to explode. I was really afraid of getting up at 6 o'clock, so I turned off the light and went to bed quickly. After a while, I fell asleep.

After sleeping for more than 2 hours, I suddenly woke up and lay in bed thinking about those gods. Anyway, I can't sleep this time, because my soul has been hooked by those supreme gods So I sat up gently, carefully took out my book, turned on the small desk lamp, and read with relish. Soon, I was attracted by these legendary and vivid stories again, as if I had experienced thrilling journeys again and again with these gods and survived again and again.

So I quietly huddled in the corner of the tired bed. Just when I was on cloud nine, a book fell from the cupboard and made a loud noise. At this time, my heart is jumping like a rabbit. But nothing happened for a long time. Mom and dad didn't seem to hear it. The rabbit's jumping speed returned to normal. I picked up the book and read it again.

After a while, my mother felt thirsty and got up to drink water. I saw a faint light shining in the room, opened the door and saw that I was immersed in reading, not realizing that my mother had come to my side. My mother's appearance startled me. My mother told me a lot of things with a book, such as bad eyes,,,

In fact, I know everything my mother said, but this book is so attractive to me that I can't bear to put it down. Alas, the magic of this book!

The Chinese exam is over, and the day of handing out test papers is getting closer and closer. ...

This afternoon, after doing eye exercises, there was a Chinese class. As usual, everyone sat up straight and got ready for class. Sharp-eyed students saw a pile of white paper on Miss Gong's desk. Needless to say, it must be for those students who don't listen in class. Everyone's heart suddenly tightened a lot, and Teacher Gong explained the purpose of this pile of white paper seriously. Then, she ordered a few students who were not serious at ordinary times to check their preview last night. Needless to say, this old-fashioned inspection method really caught a few classmates joking and dreaming about Duke Zhou, and white paper came in handy.

Suddenly, we feel that the area of clouds on Teacher Gong's face is gradually expanding. She took out a stack of test papers from the desk drawer of the podium and said, "Students, this is your first test result this semester. What about the score? Go and see for yourselves! However, some people's grades seem to have regressed ... "When I said this, my sharp eyes kept staring at me. I was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat, thinking: Did I do something wrong in this exam?

Just thinking about it, Teacher Gong spoke again: "The team leader will hand out the papers." When you say this, your tone is bad. It seems that the total score is quite poor this time. "Eight donkey kong" (the leader of the eight groups) got up at once. Holding a stack of papers, I glanced at the papers on the table as I walked past my position. My heart suddenly cooled by half-89 points! Fall below the 90 mark! !

The aura of dozens of exams is ruined because of this time! Those students who I usually think are average have almost the same scores as me this time! I have butterflies in my stomach. It really hurts to see that the scores of the previous papers in my hand are higher than mine! Fortunately, the last few points are lower than mine, and my heart is more comfortable! When passing by Lin Longwu, he kept chanting: Be sure to go to 85! Be sure to go to 85! I read the test paper in his hand, and the score is only 77! I shook my head and handed the test paper to Lin Longwu. He looked like a frosted eggplant-faded!

I went back to my seat and looked at high flyers Huang Yi sitting next to me. He often gets the first place in exams, which will be another spring breeze! But when I looked again, his wide-brimmed glasses were arched upward by tight muscles. What happened to us? I haven't had time to think about it. Teacher Gong shouted: "Those below 70 points stand up!" Yang Yuxuan of my group stood up. I was very uncomfortable and cursed: "This boy often brings shame to our group ..." And I heard Mr. Gong bang: "Huang Yi, won't you stand up?" When Huang Yi stood up trembling, the whole class was stunned. Teacher Gong asked, "Is your composition zero?" Huang Yi nodded slightly. The mouth of the whole class is o-shaped. Teacher Gong said to the whole class, "There is no name for the composition. Give him a lesson and punish him with 0 points ... sit down! " Then he said, "Stand up in seventy or eighty minutes!" "Brush it!" Twenty other students stood up. Teacher Gong went on to say, "Stand up for 80 to 90 minutes!" "Hua" (including me) stood up again. When I said this, my brow widened slightly. "Please stand up if the score is 90 to 100!" One more word "please", six or seven female students stood up, with a hint of pride and disdain in their eyes, which made me very angry!

Next is the good news. When it was my turn, Mr. Gong shook the good news three times on purpose and said, "Zhang Xuanzhi, you have fallen to the point of winning the progress prize!" " I am very unhappy, muttering: I didn't do well in the exam this time, and I will be criticized again when I go back ... Yes! Hurry up and revise the paper carefully, so that you will be less criticized!

Soon, after Mr. Gong finished commenting on the test paper, the bell rang. Everyone put the test papers into their schoolbags with different feelings and took them home for parents to sign. ...

I remember when I was a child, my teacher taught us to draw and learned how to draw a beautiful sun. The teacher told us that the sun is like a kind grandfather, with a kind smile every day. Therefore, when I was a child, there was always an amiable and elderly Sun in the upper right corner of the painting, and the smiling Sun always accompanied me as an old man.

When I was independent, in a sunny spring, I suddenly felt that the sun was not as old and weather-beaten as I thought. On the contrary, it is full of youthful vitality. I remembered the legend that Kuafu chased the sun. Regarding that legend, no one told me whether Kuafu finally caught up with the distant sun, but I stubbornly believe that Kuafu did catch up with the fiery red sun, and he finally merged with the sun, so he finally got the strength and strength of the sun, and the sun also had his persistence and enthusiasm. The sun is Kuafu and Kuafu is the sun. Enthusiasm and unrestrained as synonymous with sunshine are deeply imprinted in my heart.

Later, I came into contact with divination, heard about the constellation, and found that I was a Leo, and the master of this constellation happened to be the sun, and suddenly I felt closer to the sun. I began to understand why when I was a child, when I felt lonely and helpless, sitting on the roof and looking at the smiling sunflower, I felt an inexplicable intimacy, as if I were an understanding friend, waiting quietly with me, silently believing and waiting for the happiness of believers. I understand again why I am infatuated with Van Gogh's Sunflower, but when I see its realistic imitation in the window for 105 yuan, I hope it will never be bought. I don't want my sunflower, my sun, to be possessed by me in the form of commodities and by others in this materialistic world. Actually, I just want it to stay with me until I say goodbye to it.

Budd told me: Open your five fingers, hold them above your head, and let the sunshine shine on your pious face through your fingers. The sunshine will realize your pure wish. I was surprised by this way of wishing, because all my friends told me to wish on a meteor, but I was still happy to accept it. It is better to say to the eternal sun, which is always loyal and patient, than to say a lot of things to the fleeting meteor that it can't hear. I hope I have a warm heart like the sun, and then follow it to create eternal friendship without betrayal.

I planted a circle of sunflowers in the garden, which made my angel feel at ease, because there were many suns with me. The angel said: Believe in your sun! Constant trust, believers will wait for his happiness. Therefore, I have always believed in the sun around me. Believe them, I am really happy.

Life is a blank sheet of paper, and only by drawing beautiful pictures on it can life be colorful. In the face of setbacks, we should face them bravely. Don't let them be your stumbling block, but let them be your stepping stones. Frustration is not terrible, what is terrible is what kind of mentality you have to face it.

When I encounter setbacks, I will be afraid, but the more you are afraid, the more it will haunt you. It will leave a shadow in the end.

When I was in Grade Two, I was a student in Class Two. In this better class group, I am not happy, because some students are rejecting and targeting me. They are talking aside, and I know who they are talking about. I tolerated them and ignored them. However, when they went too far there, I couldn't help it any longer, so I came to refute them.

I was a little scared at the time. After this fear for too long, when you want to play with them, you will never be able to play your normal level again. Tell my good classmates that I will be afraid. I wanted to ask for advice, and he said, don't be afraid, get over it. I always try, but I still can't get rid of it. I feel helpless. ...

In a music class on Thursday, the teacher asked the students to sing. The teacher called me and my deskmate, and two other students. That is an inspirational song "I believe", and this song has more melody. When singing, I was the only one in the class, and several other students kept silent; After I finished singing this song, the students who were listening said that there was only one sound and no melody. However, her tone was very comforting. She said you were great ... After singing, the class was over. I looked out of the window and felt very wronged. I couldn't swallow any more. Tears slowly moistened my eyes at this moment, and I wanted to flow down. I'm thinking, don't dump them, they will look down on you. But it stayed, and they still said, this is the first time I shed tears in the second grade. ...

Maybe this blow distracted me from my study. Sometimes I will be in a daze for no reason in class. I did badly in an exam, and the class teacher talked to me and said why I was so much worse than other students. I told the teacher in charge of the class the reason, and tears came down again. The teacher gave me methods and a lot of inspiration, which made me understand a lot and was also an important lesson in my life.

In the future setbacks, I must treat them with a positive and optimistic attitude and never have to escape; If you fall, get up and get through it. In setbacks, why can't you smile? Happiness is a day, and unhappiness is also a day. Why not face every day happily in the future? Face it bravely, no one will laugh at you, you can!

When it was warm and cold, I wandered in the ruins of demolition, immersed in desolation, and inadvertently, my fragile heart was expecting something.

At the end of winter, everything is still dormant in the dark corner, intoxicated in gentle dreams. Dead branches and rotten leaves everywhere are yellow, without any green, without the vitality that life should have. Life seems to be telling the tragic after the decline.

Under the ruins, I don't know how much laughter and green are buried. Go ahead silently, expecting to meet something, so as to soothe the injured heart. However, it seems that everything is disappearing except yellow.

Disappointed, I accidentally caught a glimpse of some green leaves. Under a collapsed corner, something green seems to have emerged from the soil. Step forward quickly, hopefully, maybe that's what I expected-to meet.

Near, I finally saw its face-a few grasses under the ruins. The delicate body is swaying in the wind, and it seems that it is still afraid of the cold, but it never fails. Two green leaves stretch gently, as if giving the world a warm hug. It contrasts with the surrounding yellow and sets off its green. What kind of green is it? Unlike the dark green after growing up, immature. It's not like green before withering, no

Its decay. A pure light green, without any color, came to this world in the most primitive form at birth. It is the bravest green, and it is the hope of all life. Even if it is immature, it is the most beautiful and magical thing in the world with a little green under the yellow!

The north wind roared, and even if the blade of the wind was shot down, it clung stubbornly to the ground. Even if it shook, it didn't fall. This is a fearless spiritual pillar.

At this moment, the ups and downs of bad, like dancing, in the hearts of desperate people performing their own wonderful. This is the most beautiful moment. "How can you meet me? At my most beautiful moment, I have been begging the Buddha for 500 years, asking him to have sex with me. " Perhaps I and Xiaocao are this love. When I was most frustrated, I met Xiaocao's brilliance.

In the bleak and desperate situation, there is no shortage of hope for another door at any time. Success or failure depends only on whether we have a beautiful meeting to inspire us and get us out of the pain. Although the encounter is small or endless, it can always change people's mood and give us a source of spirit. Perhaps this is not the first grass in early spring, the first green eyeful, but the tenacity under the ruins, the hope of life and the infinite growth are all filled with the desire for success.

How to let you meet me, in my most beautiful moment ... meet, the most beautiful moment! Meeting, a turning point in life!

I am a new member of the blogosphere. Actually, I just want to leave some thoughts on it, which is also a bit wrong. I am really happy to see so many friends' messages today.

Sometimes I think sharing is also a kind of happiness. For better or worse. Whether it is a stranger or a best friend. Anyway, it came out. Everyone saw it. Everyone saw it. There may be praise or criticism here. But as long as they are friends, they can make me feel happy.

In the future, I will often come here to have a look and feel this happiness.

I'm going to take my big baby to see a lotus pond with a swing next to it tonight. I want to find a childlike feeling. This is also the self-regulation of amateur life. I look forward to it when I think about it. Hey hey, see you tomorrow!

You are on the other side of the mountain and I am on the other side of the mountain. My thoughts have crossed many peaks and echoed in your heart and mine. It is said that mother and son are connected, and I heard your call. I wonder if you feel my thoughts, too.

It was sultry that day, 30 degrees. You always wear three clothes to bask in the sun at the door. When I went back, I was angry and sad. Your little face is covered with small spots, black and thin, much like a small African refugee on a TV screen!

I brought you snacks, some cookies that you usually like. You put two chocolates in your pocket and say to yourself, "Keep this for the field!" " "After listening, my heart is full of melancholy. I'll take you for a walk in the nearby campus. You are very happy. You held my hand tightly and introduced me to the new things you learned when you came to grandma's house, especially the different cars. You like cars best. You've liked cars since you babbled. Along the way, you have been excitedly saying, "mom, look, the tanker;" "Mom, look, the sprinkler went to drink water; Mom, look, tractor, bang bang bang; The bus is coming, and one day I will go to work by bus with you. " At first, I asked you if you missed your mother and grandparents. You pouted, your eyes and eyelids hung down, your head hung down, and you answered calmly, "Yes." After a while, when I ask you again, you will occasionally say you want to, but most of the time you won't answer. I see a trace of sadness in your eyes.

Walking into the campus, when the spring breeze blows, a few leaves leave the branches, fall from the trees, rotate in the air, and then slowly fall to the ground and fall into a small puddle. You said excitedly, "mom, look, the leaves are dancing, and he is turning around and twisting his ass;" Look, he is too hot to take a bath in the water! "I smiled at you and touched your little head, and you smiled at me. The weather is very hot. You dragged me under the tree and said, "mom, come here to enjoy the cool." "We sat in the shade, and you started playing with mud and stones again. I asked, "Do you like playing with mud very much? "Yes, I played with mud and stones in the field." I threw the stone far away! "I asked," Are you wearing a straw hat? " You said, "Yes." Remember that you always don't like to wear hats, maybe it's too hot!

I brought you your favorite animal world card. You have a good memory. Do you remember what I taught you a few months ago? Find out what I like to test you from a pile of cards, and say the names and characteristics of those animals one by one. I am very touched!

Time is so fast that we can't catch up with him. I have to go back to work again. When I left, I was packing my things and sorting out those cards for you. You said silently, "Leave these cards here!" "You use some mahjong as building blocks to build a house and line up on the sofa, and you always let me set up a table and sofa for you ... I know you are using this way to let me accompany you for a while, which makes me sad that you are still young.

That time, you heard on the phone that your father was coming to see you. Later, your father said to me: Good morning, just wait for your father to come home at the gate. I suddenly realized that you were wearing three clothes that day. In the 30-degree sunshine, you wait for me at the gate, not in the sun! ! Thought of here, my eyes moist, the in the mind say a bitter. ...

When you are not around, I sleep with your favorite little piggy doll every day. I dare not look at your photos, even if I miss you again, I can't help crying when I see them.

When I buy clothes for you, I always want to buy a bigger one, saying that you are growing fast, and I hope you will grow up soon! Let time pass quickly, and when you go to kindergarten, we can always be together. At that moment, I suddenly remembered that more than ten years ago, when I was still at school, my mother and your grandmother always liked to buy me clothes in a bigger size, because I was thin since I was a child. At that time, my mother always said, "Buy bigger clothes so that I can wear them when I get fat." It can be seen how much my mother wants me to gain weight! That expectation, that love, just like my love for you now. So this is maternal love, ordinary and great!

Dear baby, may God bless you to grow up healthily, safely and happily. This is the mother's greatest wish.