Narrative composition

In our daily study, work or life, everyone has tried to write a composition, through which we can gather our scattered thoughts together. How to write a good composition? The following are six narratives I collected for you. Welcome to read the collection.

Narrative composition 1 teacher Pei You's home is over, and my father hasn't come to pick me up yet, so I'll help wait slowly at the teacher's window.

As far as I can remember, it was the first time I waited for my father. It is often that dad is bored and sits in the car waiting for the teacher to finish class. Sometimes the teacher speaks enthusiastically for ten or twenty minutes. I don't know what my father was feeling at that time.

I have been unwilling and impatient to wait: I have to pinch the time for school so as not to waste time early in the morning; When I have an appointment with my friends, I never want to arrive early. If the other party is late, I will be full of resentment. However, my father never seems to worry, get angry or complain, and often just says, "It's late again."

Looking for stories related to my father in my memory is nothing more than a long wait: I finished school when I was a child and finished school when I was older.

Besides, there seems to be nothing else. Unlike my mother's nagging instruction, my father never asks me anything, no matter whether my homework is good or not or whether my exam results are high or low, he never seems to care. I think, if I don't wait at the window this time, maybe I will forget that my father cares about me!

I looked at the clock in the teacher's room. I have been waiting for 5 minutes, but I still haven't seen my father. I craned my neck and looked out of the window, trying to find my father's car in the endless traffic. I came across a silver-gray car and thought it was my father's. There was a burst of joy in my heart, but when I looked at it carefully, it was not, and I was a little lost. When I was a child, my father, like many parents, waited for me at the school gate, which was the same mood! It's just that dad can't find me when people often have astigmatism. My naughty willfulness is only the moment when he wants to accompany me to wait for the end of the class teacher's lengthy lecture. I have been restless since I was a child. I often drag my father into trouble and prolong this boring wait. Suddenly, I felt sorry for my father for the first time.

In my impression, my father is very busy and there are always endless phone calls. Endless business comes and goes in a hurry. But when he takes me home, he is seldom late. Whenever and wherever, I can always see my father in the crowd: he is tall, with a slightly protruding belly and a gentle and cold face. For a long time, I have been used to ignoring his heavy waiting.

Suddenly, I saw my father's car parked downstairs in the teacher's house. I quickly gave a cry and my father looked at me at once. He smiled, slightly black face, through the glass, straight into my heart: he is always kind and slightly sorry, as always familiar. In a flash, many deja vu nights many years ago seemed to come back, and the little boy who did something wrong seemed to see his father waiting for him in the evening breeze of the sunset.

Seeing my father outside the window, my heart suddenly warmed up.

I think I will always think of this scene outside the window no matter what trouble and confusion I encounter in the future.

Narrative composition 2 All Chinese sons and daughters:

The Yellow River is the mother river that feeds us. It has nurtured many generations and is the birthplace of the Chinese nation.

However, her hard-working children resolutely betrayed her for money and slaughtered her at will. Nowadays, our mother is no longer as energetic and surging as before. Now the Yellow River is so weak.

Remember the scene of Jinan section of the Yellow River 1995 in late June? Jinan people finally hoped for a chance to flow through. However, what comes slowly is not the long-awaited sweet river water, but muddy sewage, and a large number of bubbles and poisoned fish float on the river, emitting a pungent smell.

Can you bear to see the mother who raised us so weak? Do you want history to repeat itself? If you are a descendant of the Chinese people, please join in this movement to save the Yellow River, starting from yourself and starting from bit by bit.

Below I only make the following suggestions on behalf of individuals:

① The local environmental protection bureau near the Yellow River Basin should strengthen the management of sewage discharge;

② People should restrain themselves, protect the environment, save resources and reduce emissions;

(3) People should carry out and participate in the greening and management activities of the Yellow River.

I believe that as long as every descendant of the Chinese people takes action, the great mother river, the Yellow River, will surely regain its former glory when the green water and green mountains are on the bare land, that is, the day when the Yellow River flows. Then, today's Chinese people are worthy of the times and future generations!

Today, the teacher asked us to write or draw some funny jokes.

Without saying anything, the students picked up their pens and racked their brains to remember. Even I feel a little overwhelmed by my usual 100% sense of humor. Suddenly, I seem to hear a sentence: "I can't even write jokes!" " "I suddenly had a brainwave," poetic ",brush to write up, and soon wrote a" masterpiece "with my personality. Write another one! I think. So I picked up a pen, effortlessly extracted the "king of jokes" from the joke book and wrote it down.

Then, I communicate in the group. The first one is from Huang Jiajia. He wrote a brain teaser, which is a very difficult topic. We all said, "I can't guess! Tell us the answer! " So Huang Jiajia proudly spoke the answer. I really sighed at that time. The second is Huang, who told a hilarious joke. The content of the joke is: once upon a time, there was a man who was ill. Invited a doctor. The doctor went to his house and asked the patient, "Do you have a hammer?" The patient gave him a hammer and the doctor asked, "Do you have a nail?" The patient gave him another nail. Curious, the patient asked the doctor, "Why did you treat me with this hammer and nail?" What is wrong with me? The doctor replied,' Of course, you have to open the medicine cabinet first!' The third one was my first novel, and as expected, they all laughed their heads off. So my joke with Huang was chosen.

After being selected, the teacher invited four students to see jokes. My joke was read by Hu Qinyu, and I didn't find the smile on her face at all. But when she read Huang's joke, she smiled. Hey, it's really a strong hand! I am extremely depressed. Watching the "throne" fall into his hands. Can I not be sad? Fortunately, the teacher gave me a chance to show it and made the whole class laugh.

Only through this game did I know that I can't back down when I encounter difficulties, but I should use it to overcome them.

Free-floating "submarine".

It's already a cold winter, and the wind outside makes people tremble. It's cloudy today. The final exam is coming, so he asked for leave because of illness. The feeling of going home is so warm, but because of illness, my father looks in his eyes, anxious in his heart, and his eyes are full of anxiety. He was very sad and cried behind his father's back, because he couldn't bear his father's sadness. After a period of silence, my father said, "Let's take you to see an old Chinese doctor tomorrow. I heard that he is very good at children's illness. " But he saw his helplessness in his father's reluctant smile.

The next day, they finished their meal early and were ready to start, but it rained lightly, which undoubtedly brought more inconvenience to the father and son's trip, but his father smiled and said, "This light rain is not a problem. If you hide behind me with an umbrella, you won't be caught in the rain. " In this way, they set off on the pedal.

Although the clinic is only a dozen miles away from home, this weather is very inconvenient. It didn't take long for it to rain harder and harder, and the umbrella was blown off many times by the wind. His gloved hand was red with cold from playing an umbrella, but he saw his father controlling the direction with one hand and putting the other hand in his pocket for a short distance to change. It turned out that my father's dark hands were turned purple by the wind, and the backs of his hands could be seen everywhere. He couldn't help his sadness, and tears could not help flowing on his father's back. Seeing his father flinch, he dried his tears for fear that his father would know. The rain is still getting heavier and heavier, hitting them obliquely. Their faces are already wet. At a gas station, my father stopped and said, "Let's change our raincoats. You hide behind me and don't stick your head out, so you won't get caught in the rain and I can drive faster. " He knows that his father's face is facing the rain, and he will be drenched, but he can't say no, and his tongue can't be swallowed like an olive.

Hiding behind his father, he only saw the speeding wheels. Although he was only halfway there, it took him a long time. Lying on his father's body, he didn't know what he was thinking, but he "saw" his father's wet face in his heart. I don't know when the car stalled. Dad got off the bus first, held up an umbrella for him and said, "Here we are." When he saw the beads of rain on his father's face and his red face, his inner tears sank to the depths, and he felt very painful. He just stood there, staring at his father, and his mind was full of scenes of his father's arrival ... but he didn't say a word of concern, because he knew how to repay and only kept this love in his heart.

So is going home, and so is going back and forth tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Wind and rain bear the great and selfless love of the father to his son.

Since the next semester of grade five, our class began to cooperate in groups, and my views on teachers and classmates have changed greatly.

At first, Nie Zhiyu and I were in a six-person group. At that time, a large group of people were divided into two factions. Nie Zhiyu is the math leader of the third group. He is in charge of the books of the whole group. After the cooperation began, he joined our group and became the math team leader. I don't care. The next morning, as soon as I entered the class, he asked me to hand in my math homework. I was angry because I swept the floor that day, and it was already 7: 40. If I don't hurry to the contract area for fear that they will disown me, I will have to make up for it the next day. I said, wait a minute, I said I'm going to get the broom, and he said in an arrogant tone, Oh, come on, I have no choice but to hand it in.

In the sixth grade, Mr. Tang, the head teacher, changed his position. Now that I am assigned to the old group, I feel that my reputation is much better than before:

For example, sweeping the floor, once it was our group's turn and Peng Zitao didn't come. We don't think Peng Zitao should be late, so we will wait for him in class. I can't wait, so I'm going to go first. I told the other players not to bring brooms, and then I left. After a while, they came, but Peng Zitao was holding a broom in his hand and he followed Liu. Although I didn't mean to be unhappy on my face, I was very angry. Since Liu didn't bring a broom, why did you bring it?

In my life, there are always happy things and sad things, even in group cooperation, there are always happy things and unhappy things, but in general, group cooperation has brought me happiness!

Article 6: Brave people and those who are not brave can be divided into "brave people and those who are not brave", but this difference leads them to embark on completely different life paths. Brave people have the courage to go forward without fear and anxiety. They have the courage to do many things that they never dreamed of before. With this courage, no matter where they go, the idea that "everything will be solved in the end" makes him lose all his fears. Finally, he can have an indifferent attitude and face anything. Those who are not brave, looking at everything with timid eyes, often go to detours.

Courage is a swivel chair, you can enjoy it at any time. Wherever the mirror is, it will take you. It can lead you to face yourself bravely, and in the process of learning, we will inevitably make such mistakes. No matter what causes it, it is an exposure of our own shortcomings. This chair allows you not to worry about your inner fears. You took this step by riding it. It will show you directly in front of the mirror and let you see your mistakes clearly. Corrected, and slowly succeeded. Of course, with the growth of time, this chair will also make you develop the habit of "facing yourself" at any time. Over time, you can see yourself clearly, and you will be closer to success.

Courage is a sharp knife that can cut through thorns. It helps you and keeps your road clear. Deng Yaping, a table tennis player from China, is the only female general with "one skill" in sports. I have a bright future in sports, but I have made no achievements in other fields. But she has the courage, and she is not afraid of the low cultural literacy in the past, nor is she afraid of the troubles of age. For her own goal, she mustered up the courage to go on the road resolutely. Finally, she achieved her goal. Not only in sports, but also in other aspects, which is appreciated by China people.

Courage is the catalyst to push things to success, and let your efforts and struggles gradually sublimate. If you are still afraid, please try your best to get rid of this fear. Because fear will make your road full of difficulties, your ability and talent will not be fully exerted, and you will even stand near success forever, but you will never touch it. If there is a big crack between success and you, and below the crack is the abyss of failure, then you must take that step. The abyss of failure is not terrible. The terrible thing is that when you are in front of you, you can't have it. The terrible thing is that one day in the future, you have crossed a bigger hurdle, and you regret retreating. The stamina of that kind of regret is endless.

Courage can lead you to success. It's a swivel chair, a sharp knife and a bottle of catalyst. It can still be other spiritual food to promote your success. So, whenever and wherever, please summon up courage to run for success!