Beautiful narration in life

I believe everyone has dealt with composition, especially the narrative with great significance in composition. Narrative is a stylistic form that expresses a certain center by describing people, time, objects and scenery. What should I pay attention to when writing this composition? The following is a beautiful narrative in my life that I have compiled for you. Welcome to read the collection.

Beautiful narrative in life 1 We never lack beauty in life, but we lack eyes to find beauty. There are many beautiful things in life. As long as we try to understand, we will find that there are so many beautiful things in life. Now let's look at some wonderful moments in life.

I used to feel bored at home. I think home is the most common existence in the world. I really want to get rid of the shackles of home and grow up quickly. Gradually, I grew up, going to junior high school, and I can get rid of the bondage. I am both happy and excited. I am very much looking forward to my junior high school life. I think life there must be more interesting and free than at home.

But I didn't know until junior high school how much I needed my home and how much I missed it. I remembered how wonderful my ordinary family life was. I cherish it every time I go home on holiday, and suddenly I feel that home is actually a unique and beautiful scenery.

School is where we study and where we live. Since we entered middle school, we have spent half a year in school.

The school itself is a beautiful landscape, full of youthful atmosphere. In my eyes, the school is the purest place in the world. On the playground, students play together, and the air is full of happy laughter; In class, the students listened carefully, and their focused eyes added a different color to the class. Reading early in the morning, the students' reading sound is like a beautiful chorus, which makes the school a little angry. I believe these will eventually become the best memories in our lives!

In fact, the school is full of beautiful scenery, perhaps because we have been used to it for a long time and are immune, but I believe that as long as we feel it with our heart, we will find that there are so many beautiful scenery in the school. By then, I believe everyone will fall in love with school life!

In my eyes, life is full of beautiful scenery lines. However, these landscapes will give us different feelings, including warmth, happiness, sadness and pain ... these landscapes constitute our colorful life. Our life has become colorful!

Beautiful narrative in life 2 Recently, I always feel that life is as dull as water, and days are like pressing the cycle button day after day.

The breeze in May scattered the last ray of light in the air, and the night came in a hurry, monopolizing the whole day.

We sat at the painting booth by the roadside, and each of us picked out a small plaster statue. Mine is a rabbit and hers is a squirrel. We paint with flashing light bulbs.

At first, I painted every detail with enthusiasm and seriousness. But later, the sound of the car flute on the roadside, the children's play and the indecent language of the young people around me all mixed into my ears, which made me extremely bored.

I put down my brush and was ready to leave.

But my friend doesn't care at all. He painted meticulously with a brush and kept comforting me in his mouth.

I looked around helplessly, and a few sparse stars in the sky blinked. The frolicking children ran back and forth in the square to the cheerful birds, and the crisp laughter floated in the night wind; Old people who practice in the evening are in groups, walking fast, tai chi, square dancing, and chatting casually while exercising; Even a few small yellow flowers have been squeezed out of the gap by the roadside. Although no one takes care of them and there is no fertile land, they are still beautiful and moving. It suddenly occurred to me that there are so many beautiful things in life that I have never discovered.

I sat down and continued to draw plaster statues.

Plain days are full of light and all kinds of beauty. There is nothing unpleasant in life, just please stop, and the little beauty in this life will be presented one by one.

What is the little beauty in life? I think a little trip with my family is a little beauty in life.

"Wow, it's beautiful!" As my brother exclaimed, I looked out of the window. "Wow, it's beautiful! Is this the Rose Manor? " I couldn't wait to get off the bus and was attracted by this big blooming flower.

As soon as I entered the door, I was shocked by the scenery in front of me-the endless sea of roses, blue, red, pink and white ... arranged neatly, emitting a refreshing fragrance. Many little bees have been dancing in the flowers for a long time, unwilling to leave and working hard in the flowers. But the younger brother was afraid that bees would hide behind his father and hold on to his clothes tightly, which made everyone laugh.

We walked in the sea of flowers. My brother and I walked in front, I blew the newly bought bubbles, he played, and the other four walked behind to chat. Everyone's smile stayed on his face for a long time. not fade away, the flowers next to him were even more gorgeous. This scene has also become a beautiful scenery, deeply imprinted in my mind.

Sure enough, she was still a girl, and my mother soon asked us to take pictures. Shoot this and that, but obviously the photography technique is not so good. Such a beautiful flower, when my mother took a photo, it looked dull. Helpless, I didn't like taking pictures, so I became a temporary "photographer".

Among them, there was a big photo that impressed me deeply-everyone lined up in a row, father hugged grandma, mother hugged sister, brother stood in position C, everyone's smiles were so bright, and the family took a group photo with Huahai. The moment I pressed the camera, I suddenly realized that a family together is the most beautiful flower sea.

I don't know when the sun went down, and the setting sun set a golden edge on the earth. "We will come again next time!" A young voice sounded. The sun finally disappeared on the distant horizon, devouring the last ray of light, and a beautiful little trip was over.

Beautiful narrative in life 4. I have always been indifferent to the life around me, but I began to love it, not for anything else, just to find a home for my soul and a warm little home that can shelter from the wind and rain.

Discover the life around you and find the beauty that has been lost in every corner of life.

Listening to a beautiful and romantic song will make you feel a pleasure. Doing exercises that make you comfortable will make you feel extremely comfortable; Looking at the book you can't put down, you will be completely intoxicated by it; Looking at a special picture that you have never seen before, you will think of a moving scene in your mind. In a word, life around you will become rich and colorful without being bound by anyone.

Pay attention to the life around you, and you will find that everything around you is so generous, whether it is the sun, the moon and the stars, whether it is flowers and trees, whether it is sunshine and rain, they are always caring for our lives.

Every day, we can breathe fresh air, feel the sunshine and bathe in the warm spring breeze. With them, the world will become vibrant and colorful.

Without sunshine, how can there be light in this world? Without the moisture of rain and dew, how can all living things on earth bloom the light of life? How can you eat delicious vegetables without soil feeding? Without the vast sky, how can birds soar freely in the sky? Without everything in nature, how can there be a group of higher creatures-earthlings?

So, feel what nature has given us, breathe every breath of fresh air, drink a cup of sweet rain and dew, enjoy every ray of gentle sunshine and listen to the voice of nature. Did you hear that? It is saying to us, "Enjoy nature and the life around you, and you will be very happy!" "

Beautiful narrative in life 5 Life is beautiful, and love is everywhere. Or an old man who beat the dog with a big cattail fan under the cool sprout; Or the busy figure of my mother in the kitchen; Or the reassuring and kind eyes of the neighbor's grandmother when she sees her grandson coming home ... always make people feel comfortable and warm.

Willow is very beautiful.

Under the scorching sun, the willows beside the river pond are beautiful.

Two small leaves, one on the left and one on the right, form a pair. Pairs, it becomes a line. Many trees are clustered together, and one tree is full of flowers. The delicate green leaves set off the brown trunk, which is strong and powerful. When the breeze blows, the branches move with the wind and dance happily. From time to time, they beat the water surface to accompany themselves, and the water surface will ripple in time.

Life is beautiful, so is the willow whose branches dance with the wind.

Fish is very beautiful.

Under the willow tree and in the pond, my uncle caught beautiful fish.

The fishing rod was shaking violently, and a heavy fish was hooked by my uncle's hard mention. The fish wriggled in my uncle's hand, very smooth. If you are not careful, it will slip away from you. The fish sparkled in the sun, with a small mouth open and closed, and the gills stirred up and down. Two small eyes are round and very cute.

Life is beautiful, sparkling fish is beautiful.

The elongated eyebrows are beautiful.

On the grass, next to my uncle, my eyebrows spread out beautifully.

Dad frowned and said nothing, staring at the lake tightly, listening to the sound of my uncle harvesting fish one by one, and getting more and more impatient. At this time, dad's fishing rod shook-the fish took the bait! As soon as my father pulled, a small fish only an inch long was caught. Although it was not big, my father was also very happy, and his wrinkled brow spread out and smiled.

Life is beautiful, and dad's eyebrows are beautiful.

Life is beautiful! There is love everywhere!

In today's society, everyone yearns for a better life, but if we want to live a happy and better life, we must prove it with actions, otherwise, the environment in which we live will be destroyed. Protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility. Only in this way can we get closer to a better life step by step, but this is the result of our efforts.

After living a good life, our mood naturally becomes much better, which is very helpful for our study. For example, when you feel annoyed and bored, you can think about how bright your future is, so that your troubles and worries will disappear. In fact, there are many things in the world that we want but can't get, but as long as you pursue progress, have that determination, create with your own hands and work hard, you will definitely get it. However, you deserve it. Keep working hard, a better life awaits you tomorrow.

A good life is like a cup of fragrant milk tea, which exudes an attractive fragrance and seems to guide me. It encourages me to be confident, look forward to tomorrow and believe that every day will be better. Giving up halfway, you should be only one step away from you, but you are separated from Wan Li, which makes you sad and angry. Will you be so content? No, I won't give up, I will be more confident. I will confess to the blue sky: "Good luck, I am coming!" " Because it can inspire people's will and get me back on track.

A beautiful life is like a clean stream, ticking from time to time, as if reminding me not to give up and be strong. Every time it makes this sound, I will be intoxicated with it and quietly think about what my future life will be like. With its reminder, I will become more diligent; With its reminder, I will become more diligent; With its reminder, I will become stronger. I will never give up my pursuit and yearning for a better life.

It is everyone's wish to live a happy and beautiful life. If you are greedy and lazy, you are doomed to miss a better life; But if you work hard, assiduously and seriously, you will be happy all your life!

Life is like a can of candy. Every can tastes different and unique. It may have ups and downs, difficulties, setbacks and tempering, and it is more likely to have success, dreams and happiness. Although sometimes you will encounter all kinds of difficulties, beauty will always accompany you. As long as you have it, the things that make you happy in life will become better, while the things that bother you will become simple and easy to solve, which will make people feel relaxed and happy, instead of moping all day.

Growth is beautiful. Growth is a process and an experience. When we were young, we were ignorant, naughty, lovely and naive. When we grow up, we become sensible, considerate and change obviously. On the road of growth, we will know a lot, learn a lot, become better and stronger, and will not be easily defeated by setbacks. The beauty of growing up is only known after experience.

Reunion is also beautiful. China is approaching the Spring Festival every year, and the "Spring Festival travel rush fever" will start from south to north, so why is there the Spring Festival travel rush fever? -Spend the Spring Festival with my family and visit my family. During the Spring Festival, the family sat around a table, talking and laughing. What a beautiful picture!

Friendship is beautiful. Friendship is precious and beautiful. It is always difficult to have sincere friendship, but as long as you water the tree of friendship with your own trust and sincerity, it will surely bear the fruit of friendship, and you will surely taste the taste of having a bosom friend and experience the happy mood of having friendship.

A good life will always come after suffering, setbacks and difficulties, and a life that is bitter before sweet will always let others know how to cherish and save. Life is a big pot of candy. Although the taste is different, you never know what the next taste will be, let alone what will happen in the next second. But as long as there is beauty in your life, your troubles and difficulties will be simplified.

A beautiful narrative in life 8 Friday, with a touch of happiness, dragging a tired body, passing by every place on the street.

On Friday, with sadness, I wandered in the rain, dreaming of unrealistic problems.

Friday is such a gray sky, such a gray mood, such a gray life, suddenly lost, I don't know how to go. Just in front of me, the sky is gorgeous, decorating my mood. Beauty can actually be interpreted in many ways. At that moment, I melted. ...

On rainy days, raindrops catch up with pedestrians, and everyone is in a hurry. I seem to be out of place with all this, so I stayed and walked slowly so that I could have a good look at everyone in the rain. On the other side of the street, an equally out-of-place man, dressed in untidy clothes, was a disabled old man, with one hand crawling on the ground and the other hand stretched out, with a rice bowl in his hand. He kept banging on the ground regularly. Because of the rain, his business is not very good, and the bowl is empty.

Passerby A, a businessman with a straight suit and a briefcase in his hand, was struggling to hold an umbrella on his head and shoulders when he passed by the old man. He lifted the cuff of the other hand with one hand and looked at it. His expression suddenly became tense, and he muttered, "Oh, it's too late. When it rains heavily, it is just this time. " The old man wanted to climb over and say something, but he gave up because passers-by were too anxious.

Passerby B, a gentle and delicate-looking woman, was holding an umbrella with lace, gently picking up the skirt horn with the other hand, walking carefully, lowering her head and staring at the ground, and said in the same tone, "What bad weather! One minute it's hot, the other it's raining hard. The newly bought clothes will get dirty in a few days, which is really annoying. " The old man stepped forward and humbly asked, "Come on." The woman snorted, gracefully took out a one-dollar coin from her purse and threw it on the ground. The old man quickly picked it up and put it away. His eyes were full of gratitude and he kowtowed to the woman again and again.

Passerby C, a primary school student, was down and out because he didn't bring an umbrella, which was several times faster than others. He covered his head with his hands, carrying a heavy schoolbag and running in the rain with his head down. He accidentally bumped into the old man, and he didn't have time to apologize. The old man's rice bowl was kicked so far that he could only climb over it bit by bit. I think he should be afraid of getting his school uniform wet, coming home late and being scolded by his mother. His behavior is also indignant at the inconvenience caused by rainy days. He doesn't like rainy days like others.

Rainy days are almost spurned by everyone. They are all complaining, complaining about the darkness brought by rainy days, complaining about the frolicking of water droplets in rainy days, complaining about the obstacles in rainy days, complaining about the sadness in rainy days, complaining. ...

They, who share the same fate, are also spurned by everyone. They all despise him, their begging behavior, their physical disabilities, their unbearable clothes, their humble status and ...

Thinking about it, I walked to the end of the street and wanted to turn around, but I heard a crisp and immature voice, "Are you still cold?" It's a little boy's voice, and I'm confused. I'm surprised. Looking back, I didn't walk into a dead end. I was walking in the street. At the corner, I hesitated for a moment, then I hid there and leaned out to see what had happened, just sticking my head out. When I opened my eyes, time seemed to stop and my heart stopped beating.

A clean and childish boy, holding a warm umbrella, sheltered another person under the umbrella, a humble person, a spurned person. In order not to let him get wet, the little boy tried his best to lean his umbrella to him, ignoring that his other half was wet, and kept asking him if he was cold, wet and hungry. But he kept shaking his head and saying no, because he didn't want to bother the kind boy, because he was afraid that his constant demands would be despised. He was silent. I can't help feeling sad. Are those adults not as good as a child? Wrong, because they are used to wearing colored glasses to see people and society. Over time, I became numb in the face of this group of people.

On a rainy day, when everyone hurried by, did anyone notice the poor people who didn't have much clothes? Who cares about food and clothing for those people? Has anyone ever looked those people in the eye?

Why can children and adults not?

Innocence is the most beautiful emotion, and it is "straightforward and pure", "advocating nature", "imitating nature" and "original flavor". It has no "pollution", and his feelings are the most sincere and clear.

"The meaning of life lies in giving, not in receiving and not in struggling." Giving is a kind of happiness in itself, but when you haggle over giving and gaining, you may get pain. Will people laugh at those efforts that are too stupid, too plain, too naive and too simple? It can only be said that people who laugh at it are the most stupid. If everyone extends a pair of warm hands, there will be more happy people. Paying may not be rewarded, but I am sure that if you pay, you will get a feeling of happiness, so life will be more beautiful.