My paradise narrative

I believe that you will often come into contact with the composition, especially the narrative that occupies an important position. Narration is about the experiences in life and the author's real feelings about life. You always have no idea when you write this kind of composition? The following is my paradise narrative collected for you for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

My Paradise Narration 1 If someone asks me "Where is your paradise", I will definitely tell her "My paradise is the shady park downstairs in the community"!

Entering from the main entrance, the most pleasant scenery comes into view. On an antique wall, there is a book poem, "a flower of ten thyme is worth opening!" " ! Who dares to burn incense in order to please a picky emperor? "The plum blossom on the wall is pink, and the petals are wrapped in stamens layer by layer, like a shy little girl. As the saying goes, "before a hundred flowers blossom, the world is alone in spring", which brings spring vitality to the world after the cold winter. This picturesque scene is the "picture of flowers and plants by the wall" in my heart. And behind this "painting" is a small lake, standing there quietly like a guitar and humming a light music. Looking around, the left, right and back of the small lake are full of shade and green space, full of vitality.

Seeing it reminds me of playing here with my mother when I was a child. Walking in, I remembered the time when I was six or seven years old and played with my two little sisters. Approaching it, I remembered the self-reflection I sought here when I failed in the exam. In this park, my laughter, my happiness and my growth are all accompanied by nature!

You know why I like this paradise! Because it not only accompanied me through ten spring, summer, autumn and winter, but also accompanied me through success and failure, joy and sadness. Travel in the grassland in spring, enjoy green water lotus flowers in summer, drink chrysanthemum water in autumn and sing snow poems in winter. Go out in the morning and go home at night. In the evening, the moon rises from the end of the sky. The moon plate is so bright and the moonlight is so soft. It lit up my childhood, my growth and my life.

I love my heaven!

My Paradise Narrator 2 The paradise of fish is the vast sea, and the paradise of birds is the vast sky. Every animal in the world has its own paradise, and my paradise is grandma's garden.

We often go to grandma's house to play. We took the exam and haven't been back to grandma's house for a long time. When I went back, grandma said she would eat chicken today. I volunteered to take my brother and sister to catch chickens. We want to dig a hole first to let the chicken fall into our trap. We need a shovel to dig the hole first. I asked my grandmother if she had a big shovel. My grandmother said it was in the warehouse, so I went to get the shovel, and it took a lot of effort to finally get it. We sat in the tree for a long time and didn't see a chicken fall into the trap. So I took my brother and sister and drove the chicken into a trap with a stick. The chickens were chased by us, and many of them went to the neighbor's yard. Grandma had a big fight with us.

Once I went to grandma's house, grandma found a shelf car. I let my brother and sister sit on the shelf car. I pulled and ran, but I didn't notice that the wheel fell into a big pit. My brother fell off the shelf car and had a big fight.

Although I am often noisy here, I have more fun. I like grandma's garden very much. This is my paradise.

My Paradise Narration 3 in on the boulevard on campus, on the mountain road home, in the golden rice fields, by the playful pond … all left my growing footprints deeply. Fourteen spring, summer, autumn and winter condensed the essence of life. When I looked back and savored the "footprints" I had walked, I was filled with emotion. What impressed me the most was the paradise of my wonderful childhood.

I remember that it was the high mountain behind my grandmother's house. It's like a giant. In spring, flowers and green grass dress it in colorful clothes. Facing the spring breeze, it swayed and seemed to attract people to say, "Come and enjoy my clothes!" " How beautiful. "In summer, the trees are shaded and the sun is shining, but under his cover, I feel extremely cool. In autumn, the fallen leaves put on golden clothes for it, and they also put on some ornaments with bells-many fruits, from a distance, ah! How beautiful! In winter, Cher puts on a white dress for it. When the sun comes out and the wind blows, a little white mountain skin is exposed from time to time.

Unconsciously, it has become an indispensable part of my childhood life and a paradise for my childhood.

I remember once, my sister and I came to see this long-lost "friend" and we decided to have a picnic. That mountain is not too far from my grandmother's house, which is more convenient. We hastily packed up the things needed for the picnic from home, went to the top of the mountain together, and found a flat land without grass and big trees to avoid the wind and fire. We put all the tableware away, and it's time to divide the work, because we are young and have never touched the tableware. I froze when I saw my parents cooking. I don't know what to do. My sister suddenly said to us, "We are all here anyway, whether he likes it or not, you try!" " My sister and I nodded hesitantly, expressing our approval and division of labor. My sister collects firewood, washes vegetables and dishes with the water carried up, cuts vegetables and lights them, and I cook. In this way, we started our own work, two pots, one for cooking and one for cooking. Because there is no pot cover, the rice is also cooked open. My sister was so angry that she was very happy when the oil was put down. And spill it all over the place. I stayed away for a long time, flinched, and finally the rice was cooked, but the rice was not cooked! Wait, wait, wait. Look at me. I look at you. I burst out laughing. Look at my sister. My face is black. Look at my sister. I'm covered in water and wet. Look at me. I was flushed with oil. When the rice was finally cooked, we found another clean land and set the dinner. "I moved chopsticks!" "Sister shouted, and we all moved chopsticks. The girl who grabbed the first chopstick immediately spat out the food that had just been put in her mouth. "Good salty! "I smiled shyly." Sorry, it's my first time to cook. Please forgive me. "Although the food was not very delicious, we managed to finish it.

Childhood is beautiful, and we are so innocent in childhood. Whenever I recall my childhood, I will inadvertently accumulate some enlightenment. I finally understand that only by observing the details of life and doing more things within my power can we make life better! More substantial!

Although, my childhood is gone. But good memories are especially good! Let's cherish our present life and do something more meaningful!