Narrative of junior high school writers

I believe that everyone often comes into contact with compositions, especially narratives, which mainly reflect life and express the author's thoughts and feelings by writing about the experiences of characters and the development and changes of things. So how should the narrative be written properly? The following is the narrative of junior high school writers I compiled for you. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

Junior high school writer narrative 1 Ask me why I want to be a "pistachio", because I like a sweet smile, as if the world is full of warmth.

A "big slacker" who speaks irrationally.

One of my major characteristics: I am lazy, and I am unusually lazy. Although my brother doesn't get up early, his biological clock will remind him to get up around 9: 30 on weekends. But what about me? There is almost no biological clock. One day last summer vacation, I slept from ten o'clock the night before to twelve o'clock the next day. If my mother hadn't urged me to come to dinner, I might have slept for a week! So I won the Guinness Book of Records Award for the longest sleep in my family. I don't know, I'm still "lambasting" them: "Sleep is necessary for the human body, and it's time for me to grow up and get enough sleep …" It sounds as if everyone is unreasonable. Even when you are confused, you have such a good eloquence. Is there really a genius in this world?

Super NBA fanatic

My brother is lucky to know some common sense of NBA, so he won't become a novice in NBA. In addition to my father's credit, I also have a credit. I am a die-hard NBA fan. I can remember a series of long and difficult names, such as Kobe, Yao Mai and Little Emperor James. When I get home, if I watch TV, my brother can't beat me all the time, so he has to follow me to watch NBA. Every time I watch a game, I will dance. When I see something wonderful, I will cheer with it. When the players make mistakes, they hit our legs with their hands. If there is a pillow next to them, it will be miserable. Will mercilessly throw it on the ground and toss it back and forth. Sometimes I feel that the commentator is too impersonal, so I keep silent and comment on the address vividly by myself. But then again, my comments are really good. My ideal is to be an NBA commentator. I'm not afraid to tell you that I can't play basketball at all, but I'm all smiles!

I am naughty and like to be naughty, but I have a glib tongue and good academic performance, which is hard to refute. So what can I ask others to say about me?

I put my face on the cold stone tablet, as if I had put it on my grandmother's chest many years ago. Now, I am not familiar with the warm heartbeat.

I only remember the starry night when I first got along with my grandmother. Everyone sits under the tree and looks at the stars. Grandma held me in her arms, and her big hand held my little hand.

Look, what are those stars like? Half a tadpole. I blurted it out.

Does that look like a spoon? Go and drink your favorite eight-treasure porridge.

A little, but it feels more like my mother-in-law's ears, hehe ~ I got into my grandmother's arms and pinched her thick earlobe.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, like an earlobe.

Grandma smiled and watched the seven twinkling stars with me, and held me tighter from time to time. I leaned against my grandmother's chest, singing cicadas and stars, and the vast fields in front of me were painted as my midsummer night's dream.

Although I still have a sister and a brother, I feel that my mother-in-law likes me best.

According to my mother, my cotton-padded shoes and jackets are all made by my mother-in-law.

I vaguely remember that cold winter night, when grandma hugged me and told me stories and sang lullabies until I fell asleep.

I'm always half asleep because the light is on. I opened my eyes slightly, watching my grandmother holding a large cotton pad and measuring and cutting my shoes during the day.

In the dim light, I made cotton shoes one by one. When I put on the needle, I tried and tried, trying to find the pinhole. This is the first time I found traces of love when I was young, although at that time, I didn't understand what love was.

I remember my favorite food as a child was sweet potato, whether it was sweet potato cake or meatballs.

Every autumn, I can always eat sweet potatoes with different shapes in front of me.

I eat the most meatballs, and every time my grandmother prepares in advance, she will announce me when the pot is ready, which gives me a great surprise.

After the surprise, I have been holding a pair of chopsticks, standing about one meter away from the oil pan, watching the meatballs turn from pale yellow to golden yellow, from raw to mature, and finally got into my stomach one by one.

I always thought that my grandmother's sweet potato balls were eaten all over the world. I have always kept that smell firmly in my heart, hoping to have a chance to satisfy my little belly's desire for that kind of special ball.

Now, there is no arm to lean on when I look at the stars, no skillful hand to make cotton shoes for me, and no unique meatballs for me.

I feel that grandma's talent and broad mind are buried in such an ordinary family, otherwise she must be a plastic pillar.

I like to smile at the clouds during the day, whisper to the stars at night, hum songs when watering the flowers, and tell the fish what happened today when feeding the fish. Because I know that there will be a beautiful angel flapping her white wings and watching me quietly at one end of the cloud.

I have also heard people say that a soul must have worldly love and an indestructible force in order to achieve eternal life. Maybe that's it. I can often feel my grandma by my side. Isn't it? Grandma.

When I think, there will be a pair of gentle eyes in the clouds to encourage me, and when I am troubled, there will be a pair of invisible hands to touch me. When she looked at me, I seemed to see love from the heart.

Whenever I fall asleep, there will be a beautiful angel on the green lawn. She held my hand, hugged me gently and told me her story. During the day, I try to capture a memory in my dream and smile in the mirror. I am very satisfied. I know, this is my greatest happiness.

Yes, angels are kind, which is why they have the power of love. She once said that love is a powerful magic that can soften a hard heart. Love can travel through time and let my beautiful angel accompany me in the soft moonlight.

In fact, I have always understood that I am a lucky one, because there is always a beautiful angel watching my every move and loving me silently in a sunny place or lying on a cloud.

So, in the reflection by the stream, I can often see a pair of wings shining, and I can't help smiling.

The long-awaited National Day has finally arrived. I went to Tiantai Mountain with my parents and uncle.

On the road, there were as many cars as a long queue. The harsh horn keeps ringing in my ears, which makes my ears ache. My brother is a naughty boy. He secretly bit a hole in the bottom of his brother's mineral water bottle. When he was drinking water, as soon as he squeezed the bottle, the water gushed out, leaving his brother with water all over his face. His younger brother was dumbfounded, but his younger brother smiled.

About an hour later, we finally arrived at our destination-Tiantai Mountain. All the trees in the mountains and plains have changed into autumn clothes. A piece of red, a piece of yellow, a piece of brown, how beautiful! Looking at this high mountain, I feel a little discouraged. The younger brother next to me said, "I must climb the mountain!" " "Looking at my confident brother, I am also full of energy and secretly determined to climb to the top of the mountain. After climbing for more than ten minutes, I can't climb any more, and the speed is getting slower and slower. Sitting there panting. I was just about to say to my mother, "I won't climb." "A gust of wind blew and the leaves rustled, as if encouraging me: Come on, don't give up. I got a shock, got up the courage and stood up again.

In a gazebo, everyone decided to sit there and have a rest. Suddenly, I found something white moving slowly in the mountains. I proudly said, "I climbed to the top of the mountain and even saw white clouds." Mom smiled and said, "That's smoke from the farmer's kitchen." I spit out my tongue in shame. I had a rest and just wanted to keep climbing. I saw a lot of people not far ahead, so I went to see what happened. It turns out that people drink water in a small puddle. The uncle next to him said, "This is an authentic spring!" As soon as I heard this, I hurried to the queue. I filled a bottle and took a sip. Wow, that's cool! Cold and cool, sweet and sweet, swept away my fatigue.

While excited, we climbed the mountain again. The higher you climb, the cooler you feel. But the mountain is steeper. Next to the path are cliffs, and some places are covered with moss. It's slippery and scary to step on. I don't know how long it took, but I finally climbed to the top of the mountain. Blowing the cool breeze and enjoying the beautiful scenery, my heart is sweeter than eating honey. White clouds set off the blue sky, making it more peaceful. A few larks are twittering about something. They must be talking about the beautiful scenery they saw during the flight!

We talked and laughed at the top of the mountain and didn't want to leave for a long time.

Xiaoming is a small photographer. Xiao Ming's father bought him a digital camera imported from overseas as a reward when he passed 100 this time.

On this day, the weather was fine and there were no clouds in Wan Li. Xiao Ming walked around the street with his precious digital camera, looking for the wonderful moments that could be captured, and left the community unconsciously.

Lay eggs quickly! Lay eggs quickly! "A voice came into Xiao Ming's ear, and he looked at it carefully. It turned out that a little boy was letting a hen lay eggs. He shouted a lot more, but the hen seemed determined to oppose him and walked slowly back to the chicken shed. The little boy said angrily, "damn bad hen, the tiger is not angry, and you still treat me as a sick cat." "Look, I got you." Say that finish, made a fierce expression, and then climbed into the chicken shed. He looked around; Look east, look west. Finally, with a smiling face of victory, I walked out of the henhouse, held the hen high and said, "Look, I won, I caught the hen." But the hen took her time, kicked her, pointed to his head and took a shit. The little boy let go of his hand in the screams and the hen's cry of victory, and the hen chased him up again and aimed at his forehead.

Xiao Ming pressed the shutter, and this wonderful and funny scene was fixed on the photo. Xiaoming rushed home to print this photo.

The next day, I excitedly gave this masterpiece to my good friends Xiao Qiang and Xiaohong. After reading it, they laughed their heads off and burst into tears.

Junior high school writer narrative 6 There is a problem children upstairs in our house, named Lu xx. Now in the first grade of primary school, he is like a duck to water, and he is the third soldier in his class. He is a brave man. I haven't seen him suffer, but he took a lot of advantages. And he's strong.

I have known him since I was a child. When I was in third grade, he watched cartoons. When I went upstairs, I called me a comic book every day. I used to like going to bed early, and he used to like going out to play at night. Whenever he comes back, the sound of colliding footsteps goes upstairs with the noise of the children, which makes me unable to sleep every time, which is very annoying. In my fourth grade, we played top. Every day, he bites and bites, which makes me laugh hysterically. Then he will fight, run after the fight, and run after his father. I'm in grade five, and he's in a big kindergarten class. He said he could run two steps at a time, and immediately ran from the corridor to show me. It's really a day of sight, and three days are like autumn! I competed with him in the sixth grade. He and I went to school at one o'clock, so we got to the third floor before anyone else ... He immediately ran down and reached the last step. I said, "Who's the pig?" Then I laughed at him. Now, he has also made progress. If I don't leave, he won't leave. I had to improvise with him, which made me strategize.

He hit people, and after my judgment, he usually takes the first move as the strong one and takes them by surprise. And I have long been familiar with his old routine, practice makes perfect and excels in nature. After he hits you, you have a buffer stage of turning around and preparing to escape. If you hit him again, he will quickly turn over and hit you. One side, you can run.

Then how do you get along with him? That depends on your skill! Let him convince you of his verve. For example, when Lu xx hits a child, he can really tell the truth, convince others with his mouth and convince you with reason. Sometimes, being reasonable is more useful than telling the teacher. It's not good for the teacher to make up with Lu xx and his friends. They were already angry, and they were afraid that the teacher could not give them an explanation, so there was infighting and the relationship between them broke down completely.

After you have this general Lu xx, you can be very good in the third grade, and all your friends in his class have to give him three points. On the other hand, if you are chased by Lu xx, you are all wet! His leadership is extremely strong. He said, "Come with me and hit someone." You can only run. They saw you run away, defeated like a mountain, and a group of people came after you. This is true.

So, if you can't bear it, make a great plan. Grasping the characteristics of others can "appease one side".

A junior high school writer's narrative 7 There is a cup of jasmine tea on the wooden table, which can ask a faint fragrance from a distance. ...

"How big is this setback? I can't believe you are more stupid than the first one! I don't know how to review my exams seriously, but I still play here, and I have no motivation at all. See how you solve it in the future! " As far as I can remember, this is the first time my father scolded me for my grades. I remember he used to be proud of me, but this time, did I really let him down? When I looked up, I saw his back turned away, and left a sentence by the way: You can do it alone. If I see such results next time, you can't expect to have extra time!

It is strange that I didn't cry when I heard such a harsh sentence from my father, even I didn't understand it. Perhaps, I have shed tears after the exam. Or maybe, I don't know what to cry about, just reading books I shouldn't read.

A weekend that should have been happy was spent in endless boredom. When I dragged my tired body immersed in the sea of books and sat on the bed with a faint head, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of the tea on the table. I have no time to make tea, and my mother is not at home. That's my father's masterpiece. However, there seems to be something else under the crystal of that glass. They all say curiosity kills the cat, although I'm not a cat. But I walked over.

When I took the cup off, it turned out to be an ordinary piece of paper, but the contents on it were really unusual. "Daughter, this is my father's fault. Forget that you also have your difficulties, and criticize you right and wrong. But I know your strength is not only that, I just hope you can be careful next time, try your best to fight and don't leave any regrets. Come on! Father believes in you! "

My eyes were red, and a drop of tears fell, but the smile on my mouth gradually faded. Dad is a person who is not good at expressing his feelings. Unlike his mother, he will never say the word "love you". But that doesn't mean he doesn't like you, because he always hides in the corner and loves his children silently. That love is deep and dignified.

I am grateful to have such a good father.

As for me, I can only blame my parents blindly and complain that they can't understand the feelings of being a child. However, they ignore their own starting point and just expect everyone to live a better life. After all, it's for everyone. Now that I think about it, I really feel guilty.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the sky is full of shining stars, like a milky way paved with fine quicksand lying in the blue sky, and there is a faint fragrance of tea. ...

Standing on the river of years, watching the water slide gently, watching the flowers fall and the clouds sink in Yun Qi.

Inadvertently, a petal slipped gently and fell into a calm sea of hearts, causing some ripples, and the heart curtain slowly opened.

In countless pairs of strange eyes, that coward is so calm and confident.

But he is so poor and lonely that no one knows what he is thinking, but he has been enjoying his lonely world alone in that dark and lonely corner.

He wants to have many friends, but he can't trust who he depends on.

I was afraid that someone like the original would be cheated. I went back to help that person get money, but he was so timid and lonely.

The most unexpected thing happened in class. In the past, the teacher emphasized that he was a student who didn't like the group, didn't want to help, and didn't want to think. Later, he was rated as an excellent student.

Unexpectedly, he became an excellent student, but he has one shortcoming: he has no friends.

But some people in the class look honest and dignified in front of the teacher, but in essence they are naughty, rebellious and naughty.

Perhaps because I have experienced more and learned more, I don't think so, and I don't care what others think of me anymore, because I know that everyone has his own opinion and everyone has his own evaluation of others. Different people have different opinions. How well others evaluate you depends on how good you are to others.

A straw is B's treasure.

However, I think it is very important to look at the problem by myself. Our attitude will determine our future and everything in the future.

I feel that if I am criticized by others, I should correct it. If I am misunderstood, I should be tolerant and considerate. But don't complain, because I know that different people have different me in their hearts, but everyone can't hinder your opinion. Even if I am different in others' eyes, I am still me.

In fact, everyone is very small, but when we are together, everyone is different, just like a piece of tea in a teapot, some tea in a teapot. These are two different definitions.

Tea is like me and the universe is like a pot.

Although small, they are all different.

Because although every piece of tea tastes similar, every piece of tea has a unique experience and history.

Although there is no indifferent ambition of Zhuangzi, there is a leisurely attitude to understand life; Although not as wild and uninhibited as Su Shi, he shed countless drops of warm sweat on the sports ground. Although I don't have Tang Bohu's poetic talent, I know it is accumulated through hard work.

Sometimes I really want to ask myself which one it will be, but I am who I am, and there is no one exactly like me.

Then who am I?

My mother is like a boat, carrying me at one end and my home at the other.

Early in the morning, I squatted on my mother's shoulder, looked at her skin carefully and counted her wisps of black silk. My mother's eyes are big and blinking, and her mouth is slightly tilted. Looking at me, my mother smiled sweetly. Looking at my mother's smile, I couldn't help laughing. Yes, at home, there is a mother who is so warm!

Mom has always been so diligent. Have a rest when you come home from work. The first thing is to help grandma with the housework. After dinner, my mother has been scrambling to clean up the dishes and chopsticks for fear that others will take her "rice bowl"! After finishing her work, she accompanied me to do IQ problems like a child. Oh, no, it makes me grow up in her heart! Maybe this is part of maternal love. On weekends, she is like a rookie rabbit, jumping around. First, she went out enough to buy some daily necessities promised by her family, and then she took her grandparents out for a walk. In the end, my mother couldn't forget me and always remembered the promise to take me to KFC.

Although my mother is as diligent as a bee, she is also very humorous. She always cares about me whenever she is free. Her "Pearl" story made me laugh my head off. I want to hear this story no matter how many times I tell it, and I have always enjoyed it. "One day, a drunk was carrying a big stone and throwing it at the TV. There was only a loud noise, but the TV was still good. Why? " Once my mother asked me happily, saying that there was a prize if I got it right! I thought and thought, guessed and guessed, but I didn't guess at last. I'm dying, and my mother has to announce that the answer is "he didn't play TV"! But I don't understand why there was a loud noise. Mom said happily, "Little stupid pig, I dare not even think about it. His stone hit the floor! " ""oh! I see! "I'm in distress situation! There are many happy things like this! It is said that children are the pistachios of parents. I think my mother is my pistachio!

My good mother is also strict when it is important. If I am not careful in my study, she will give me a rude "ideological education lesson". This is a strict mother's filial piety!

Tell you a little secret, in fact, this flat article is not only my mother, but also my daily mother. I am proud of having such a good mother!

Mom is such a person, who loves me and her family at the same time!

Junior high school writer narrative 10 asked me why I want to be a "pistachio", because I like a sweet smile, as if the world is full of warmth.

A "big slacker" who speaks irrationally.

One of my major characteristics is laziness, and it is unusually lazy. Although my brother doesn't get up very early, his biological clock will remind him to get up around 9: 30 on weekends. But what about me? There is almost no biological clock. One day last summer vacation, I slept from ten o'clock the night before to twelve o'clock the next day. If my mother hadn't tried her best to urge me to come to dinner, maybe I could sleep for a week! So I won the Guinness Book of Records Award for the longest sleep in my family. Who knows, I am still "yelling" at them: "Sleep is necessary for the human body, and I should grow up and get enough sleep ..." It sounds unreasonable to everyone. Even when you are confused, you have such a good eloquence. Is there really a genius in this world?

Super NBA fanatic

My brother is lucky to know something about the NBA, so he won't become an NBA rookie. In addition to my father's credit, I also have a credit. I am a die-hard NBA fan. I can remember a series of long and difficult names, such as Kobe, Yao Mai and Little Emperor James. At home, if I watch TV, my brother always beats me and has to follow me to watch NBA. Every time I watch a game, I will dance and cheer when I see a wonderful place. When a player makes a mistake, he beats his leg with his hand. If there is a pillow next to him, it will be miserable. It will definitely be thrown to the ground without mercy and tossed back and forth. Sometimes I think the commentator is too impersonal, so I keep silent and comment vividly myself. But then again, my comments are really good. My ideal is to be an NBA commentator. I'm not afraid to tell you that I can't play basketball at all, but I'm all smiles!

I am mischievous and like to make trouble, but I have a glib tongue and good academic performance, which is hard to refute. What can I ask others to say about me?

Junior high school writer narrative 1 1 Yi 'an, this is your number, which is not charming, but also has a strong flavor. On the contrary, it is clear, the moon is clear, some are from Leng Yan, and some are soft and bright colors.

I don't know the helplessness of "seeking", the pain of "being cold and clear" and the sorrow of "being miserable". It was not until I walked into you and approached your words that I realized the blood and tears in ancient meditation.

"A leaf boat, a bamboo cloak, an old fisherman cold river-snow", Li Bai, although living in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, inevitably has many >: Loneliness, what's on his boat? It is endless loneliness.

What about you? Li Qingzhao?

Sadness, is your sadness a simple hesitation and sadness? Desolate, your desolation is more than desolation? Does your weak body only bear the infinite pain of joys and sorrows? No, it also bears the infinite sadness of national destruction and death. You are like a boat, drifting from one place to another in the storm. How can a person not be lonely inside? How can you not be sad when you are devastated?

"Life is a hero, death is a ghost male. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. " This is a true portrayal of your character. Although you have only a weak body, you have the strength of a man; There is a little girl's sentimental feeling, but there is also a gentleman's grandeur and boldness; Obviously, I grew up in an era of forbidden construction, but I have an idea that is out of place.

Qu Yuan sank in Miluo, Tao Qian returned home, Su Shi wrote poems about Chibi, and Yi 'an moved to the south of the Yangtze River. Qingzhao, you have gone and gone far, but your indomitable and strong character stands in such an immortal era.