Narrative composition of junior one

In study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. So how to write a general composition? The following is my narrative composition of senior one, I hope it will help you.

When you encounter difficulties or setbacks, maybe you really want to find someone to share with you, but when you reap the sweetness, have you found a friend to share with? If so, I want to congratulate you, because you have gained twice the sweetness. If not, after reading this article, maybe you will take a firm step to share the sweetness.

During the summer vacation, I read a beautiful article-Sharing Sweetness. The story is simple: Zhao Ci and Dr. Li are separated by a wall. The Zhao family planted a jujube tree, and the jujube branches with red dates extended into the yard; Dr. Li planted an apple tree, and the apple branches with red apples also "crossed the border" into Zhao Ci's yard. The Li family loves to eat dates and the Zhao family loves to eat apples. Therefore, when the fruits are ripe, the two families did not pull out the branches of the fruit trees from their own yards, nor tied them with ropes to change their "free development", but told each other to eat the fruits that climbed over the wall casually. Because of each other's sweetness, both families tasted delicious fruit; Because they both miss their neighbors, these two families are like one family.

After reading this story, I secretly admired Zhao and Li for the first time. Because when the fruit is ripe, their first thought is not themselves, but their neighbors. Isn't this thoughtfulness itself a cup of "sweet honey"? It is this "sweetness" that makes the two families feel like brothers. Sharing sweetness makes people believe that "distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors."

Secondly, let me firmly believe that "sharing happiness with others will multiply happiness." After reading this article, I can imagine that when the Li family chews crispy red dates and the Zhao family holds bright red apples, the taste in their mouths is sweet and their hearts are full of joy. That happy scene is really enviable. They not only shared the delicacies of the two fruits, but also tasted the sweetness of "tolerance" and "dedication". Even gained an "accident"-improved neighborhood relations. This happiness has more than doubled.

Originally it was my own happiness, but it gave birth to so much sweetness! How's it going? Are you excited? Then act quickly, let your happiness be shared with more people, and let you reap more sweetness.

The first day about narrative composition 2 In life, there is love everywhere. It's just too small for anyone to notice. But after paying attention, you can feel it. What you felt at that time was warmth.

Last month, I stood quietly on the sidewalk with an umbrella, trembling, hoping to see that familiar figure appear in my sight.

It was in the remedial class after school at noon. It was still raining, and pieces of leaves were knocked down by the cold wind and heavy rain. I was walking on my way to the station when my cell phone suddenly rang. I answered the phone. It turned out to be the news of temporary extra classes. The voice on the other end of the phone told me that he had forgotten me when he informed me last week! This is like a bolt from the blue for me.

I stared at the water in the pit on the ground, slowly picked up the phone and dialed a number. Beeps echoed with rain and wind.

"hello?" A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Mom ..." My voice is very small. "There are Chinese classes in the afternoon. Please bring books and clothes ... "I haven't finished yet, and she hastily agreed to meet and hung up the phone.

I am holding an umbrella, waiting and expecting in the heavy rain. Standing on the sidewalk shivering, I hope to see that familiar figure appear in my sight!

The wind is blowing harder and harder; The rain is getting heavier and heavier; Heart, more and more urgent.

Mom, when can you appear?

Just then, I saw a woman get off the taxi and fly past without an umbrella. Mom! I flew over quickly, grabbed the heavy cloth bag and held up an umbrella for her.

I put on the coat my mother chose for me and felt unusually warm. But this warmth is half clothes and half love!

At this moment, I think: when parents are old, we children should treat them as they care about me and let them enjoy family happiness.

Grade one: Xue Bowen

There is a kind of love in the world, great and ordinary. In Ode to a Wanderer: "The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays "; Gorky said, "All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers." This kind of love is maternal love.

A tired figure often appears in her work; A busy figure often appears when she is cooking. She often lends a helping hand when I am in the most difficult time; She often sends me caring greetings when I am most sad. Who is she? She is the mother who raised us! Mother is such a beautiful word. She sent us to this world and raised us in obscurity. Not only does she ask for nothing in return, but we are the first thing she thinks of when she is in danger.

It's my first car accident, but it's not serious. That day, when I was young, I rode a tricycle and went to a place with my mother. In the car, my mother and I are looking at the scenery of the houses on both sides. There is a car coming next to us, as if to overtake. We didn't agree at first, but this was the cause of the accident. The tricycle shook, and my mother suddenly hugged me. It took me a few seconds to realize that the car accident happened: my mother, me and my grandfather were thrown out and the tricycle fell to the ground because the car hit the tricycle. The owner quickly got out of the car and helped us up. Grandpa is in good health, and nothing is wrong. I am also in good health, because my mother holds me. But my mother is so black and blue that I can hardly stand up. Grandpa will drive us to the hospital at once. Mother rested at home for a few days.

As Bing Xin said in Mother's Lotus Leaf, "Mother! You are a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus, and the raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is the shade under my unobstructed sky? " Motherly love is warm, the most unforgettable and the most unforgettable. Mom, your love for me will be firmly remembered in my heart.

Happiness is like a cup of tea, when you savor it carefully, it makes you memorable; Happiness is like a pool of clear water, clear and transparent, but without fragrance; Happiness is like four seasons, silent. So, what is happiness?

For workers, happiness means working hard and earning money; For stars, happiness is supported by many fans; For us, it is to have the love of our parents.

It is often said that the early bird catches the worm. Isn't the bird happy to catch the bug? Madame Curie has been studying in the laboratory for so many years. Was she unhappy when she discovered radium? We worked hard for several months and passed the final exam. Are we not happy? The answer is yes.

Happiness is all around us. We have parents, friends, classmates and teachers. We live in a happy and harmonious family. "The sunshine is always after the storm." Don't always be unhappy about small things, but insist on doing everything well. When you succeed, your heart is happy. At that moment, you were happy.

At first, I didn't understand happiness. I always thought that the world had abandoned me. But later, I found that happiness was created by myself. I have never been good at math. Gradually, I don't want to study, and I plan to give up. Teacher Ke said to me: "In fact, you have been making progress, even if your grades are not good, as long as you only learn today, even if you have problems;" The exam scores have improved. Even if it is only one point, it is progress here, and it is the result of your efforts. "It is such a short few words that touched the deepest part of my heart. At that time, I gradually understood that I should face life with a smile. We should overcome difficulties with practical actions. Even now, I am still trying, trying to do everything well. When I successfully accomplish something, I am very happy, really happy.

Happiness comes and goes quickly. It will not be vigorous, it is as silent as time; Like running water, it gurgles continuously. As long as you are optimistic, you will find that happiness is always with you.

Happiness is actually very simple.

On the first day of narrative composition 5, how humble your short body is, but what your body shows is a kind of persistence.

The sun shone on the runway and the crowd burst into laughter. I turned my head and saw a girl trying to escape. She is short-maybe she has dwarfism, but she is still running, even though there are waves of ridicule around her. The sun kissed her warmly, and she greeted the baptism of the sun, but her hair was covered with sweat, but she didn't give up. There is a persistence in her eyes.

It was already the second lap, and her steps gradually slowed down. Her face turned red and she gasped. Her legs kept running. Although there is no difference between speed and walking, a naughty boy jumped in front of her and said with a smile, "Silly girl, walk slowly and don't worry!" " She looked at the boy, but she looked helpless. Faced with these jeers, she was as at a loss as a child. My tears rolled down, and I recalled last week's basketball class. When I stood under the high basket, there was a burst of ridicule around me. I gave up, but looking at her, I actually had the urge to pick up basketball again.

"ah!" When I came to my senses, I found that the girl fell to the ground, her legs were skinned and her hands were covering the wound. My heart began to worry about her. Will he give up like me? She walked to the edge of the runway, wrapped the wound with paper towels, and unexpectedly returned to the runway to start her race, which was a competition between her and her body. I left tears of emotion. Compared with her, I have a healthy body, but why should I give up? Looking at the girl's joy after playing the game, I was completely disillusioned!

After a basketball class, I stood under the basket with a basketball in my hand and said to myself: I can!

There is such a girl who touched me and inspired me with her persistence. She may not be beautiful, but how can her spirit not be beautiful?

About senior one narrative composition 6 senior one narrative composition: between rainbows

Aesthetic appreciation

I raised my seemingly vague hand, trying to keep this fleeting beauty through the pity between my fingers. The blue sky after the rain, some bright, is a fresh transformation, but also persistent tenderness, but lost in the urging of the sunset, it is shallow, shallow. Squeeze out the only tears left in the corner of your eyes, but you can't moisten the scarred heart, and it no longer appears in front of you. Who is looking up? Looking up should be a wonderful rainbow, immersed in the rainbow, even if only seven seconds, seven seconds of memory.

Open your eyes, let the sun continue to shine, gather hopes and blessings, sleep in the brilliance, let the sunset suddenly touch on the horizon, forget it, forget that it belongs to this world. In this way, it is free and easy, gorgeous soul, gorgeous earth, gorgeous everything.

If you don't want to chase, you will be very tired, and in the end it will still be an ordinary world.

See through it, it is as bright as a rainbow, hanging in the blue sky. It was just your own smile, not a cry in the dark, nor a lamp in the dim light.

This is a rainbow. Between rainbows, I have been intoxicated with my smile.

It's really getting closer, as romantic as a fairy tale. It's a momentary pause. Kiss me, and I can't help laughing again, instead of forcing a smile.

Please let me hold on one more time, because I see stars shining between rainbows.

Is it an illusion? I feel a kind of power, which is supporting me to move forward, so that I can't stop meditating and swim again in turbulent times and Amazon with another bunch of human heather and Dendrobium.

Oh, looking back, it is the courage and boldness given by the rainbow, and it is also my own smile, which will never linger and grow wantonly under the blue sky.

"Stop asking why you can't stay, put down your obsession and smile now."

It's you, it's you.

So it's all you.

Grade one: xxxx

Bing Xin once said that childhood is the truth in dreams, the dream in reality, and the tearful smile when recalling. Indeed, it is the best stage of life. What happened in childhood is naturally as many as the stars in the sky. As time goes by, I have forgotten many things. But there is only one thing that impressed me so deeply.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, the teacher taught us to share good things together. Maybe I was too young to understand this sentence as I thought. Once, my mother took me to McDonald's for dinner. Mom is ordering, and I am playing in the children's playground. There happened to be a little girl about my age eating French fries. I went to buy one. At first, she didn't care. The third time I ate it, she looked at me in surprise and asked me why I ate her French fries. I suddenly said that the teacher said to learn to share. She was obviously frightened by my conclusion. She went to tell her mother that I ate her French fries. At this time, my mother came with a sumptuous lunch, just in time to hear this sentence. My mother blushed at that time, and I don't know if it was because of me. My mother never thought I would be like this, so she took me aside and asked me gently, "You want to eat French fries, and my mother can buy it for you." Why do you want to take someone else's? " I also answered seriously: "The teacher said that good things should be shared with others!" " "Mom looked at my naive expression, in distress situation. After returning home, my mother explained the meaning of this sentence to me in detail. I nodded in confusion. To this day, it is still told as a joke by my parents.

If the fond memories of childhood are strings of crystal clear grapes, then I will turn this interesting childhood story into a big, purple and sweet grape and hang it in my heart forever.

During the long three-day military training, I felt a lot and learned a lot. Although military training is very tiring, it has tempered my will, transformed me and made me realize the harshness and hardship of military life. Compared with my present life, I am still relatively comfortable, so I need more exercise to grow myself. In short, I feel a lot and deeply.

At the beginning of military training, the instructors were not very serious, but later they were very strict. Maybe that's what the instructor called them during their military training. For me, military training is just fun, but it is not. Military training is hard, but it is fun. Sometimes the instructor is very naughty, playing with us like children and even making us sing! Although singing is not so good, it is also a good way to relieve boredom. It can be said that the tutor has both a lovely side and a stern side.

Military posture is a compulsory course for every soldier. The instructor taught us military posture for the first time. Although the military posture is simple, it is still difficult for us to stand for dozens of minutes. Feet are numb and sour, which is probably unbearable for everyone. We have to stand in the military posture for dozens of minutes every day, which is experience for us, and we only need to stand in the military posture for three days, while soldiers have to stand for several years, so these hardships are nothing. Military posture is not the most bitter, the most difficult thing is running. Everyone can run, but running with a sense of order, rhythm and loud slogans may have defeated me. The most tragic thing is that shouting slogans has become our stumbling block, and we can only vaguely hear the instructor say, "Don't shout slogans, run again." So in the step-by-step training, we have developed a loud slogan, and we have a sense of order and rhythm. The instructor's hard work was not in vain, and it was not a problem to run for a long time between classes.

Military training can not only keep fit, but also lay a foundation for our future career.

The moon in the sky is so quiet, the breeze gently caresses me and gently flips the books in front of the window. It was quiet around, but I was happy.

Suddenly, the book closed with a bang-I remembered this morning.

Sunshine, as if hiding in Sister Yun. And I'm not in good spirits. I should have studied late yesterday. I quickly brush my teeth and wash my face. After everything was ready, I quickly left with my bag.

When I went downstairs, a gust of wind blew on my face and fiddled with my hair. I waited patiently. "Here we are. Finally. " My uncle standing next to me said. I rushed to the door of the bus and just wanted to step on it, but I was stopped by the aunt who sold the ticket: "Little sister, let the' blind uncle' next to me." I subconsciously looked back. It was my uncle who stood next to me just now. He was the first person to see the bus, but why did he become a blind uncle now? I was thinking. When the uncle saw that I wouldn't leave, he thought I wouldn't, so he gave me a push. I almost fell, and my sister behind me gave me a hand. When they go up one by one, I will go up with my sister.

Sitting by the window, the window opened, and a whistling wind swept in and hit my face, but I didn't feel any pain, but in my heart, there was an unspeakable taste. ...

After a while, when I got to school, I got off with my bag. I thought all the way: no matter how busy I am, I shouldn't pretend to be a disabled person to gain people's sympathy. If I do this, over time, the public will see through your tricks and may ignore the real disabled.

Thinking, I woke up with a scream. Isn't that what they did? People have no sense of public morality, so they rush in without traffic police. Is it really busy or fake "blind" this time?

Busy and blind, although pronounced the same, have completely different meanings. The stars in the sky just blink quietly. Why is it so simple on the ground? Busy or blind? If this continues in the future, how can we tell the difference between these two words?

The first day about narrative composition 10 Everyone longs for happiness, and everyone feels happiness. Happiness is sometimes abstract and sometimes concrete. Happiness is sometimes far away, sometimes close at hand. Dedication is happiness, enjoyment is happiness, giving is happiness, getting is happiness ... a blessing is happiness, and an understanding eye is also happiness.

Friend, do you feel happy? The happiness I want is simple.

One evening, I went out for a walk, and a beam of sunshine shone on my face, which was very warm. I looked up at the sky, and the sunset opened its arms to people, plating plants and animals with gold.

The setting sun seems unwilling to let people see its beautiful appearance, and keeps stabbing people's eyes with a "sword". I can't stand it, so I have to lower my head and rub my eyes. After a while, I looked at the sunset again and saw that the color of the cloud was constantly changing, from rosewood to lily. There are also pear yellow and eggplant purple, which are varied and lifelike and turn into other colors in the blink of an eye.

The shape of the cloud is unpredictable, sometimes like a graceful fairy, shaking her beautiful sleeves and dancing; Sometimes, it is like a lively and lovely little goat, raising its small horn and opening its big mouth, as if calling for its mother; Sometimes it's like waves on the river, surging.

After a while. The dazzling light of the sun disappeared, hiding in the dark clouds, as if the dark clouds were going to fight with the sun. Not to be outdone, the sun radiates all the light and gilts the dark clouds.

I knew the sun was going down, so I looked at it motionless. Slowly, the sun set on the hillside, the sunset disappeared, but the sky was red, as if on fire. At this time, not only is the sky red, but I also become red. I can't help but sigh: "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night."

Happiness is the feeling of the soul, and happiness is the experience of life. This is my happiness-I can blend in with nature and let myself experience the charm of nature.

About Narrative Composition 1 1 You are like a spring breeze, walking lightly through my thoughts and always accompanying me. -inscription

You are a painter.

"Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." You painted a vivid picture of the spring rain with the brush strokes of genius. You describe spring with colorful colors, the tenderness and comfort of spring, the lingering and dedication of drizzle, the abundance and vitality of spring, which makes my heart rain. You told me that my future blueprint should be drawn by myself.

You are a musician.

"There is a bumper harvest in the fragrance of rice and flowers, listening to frogs." You play a farmer's harvest song with a light melody. You play the summer passion with melodious piano sound; Dispel the summer heat with mellow songs; The ups and downs of singing set off the heroic and hearty summer, which made my thoughts fly. You told me that although the symphony of life has joys and sorrows, it is fast and slow, but it will eventually play.

You are a poet.

"Clouds of cranes in the clear sky bring poetry to Bixiao." You recite the splendor of autumn with radiant talent, talk about the meaning of autumn, and compose a surging autumn carol. You lit my heart lamp with the fire of passion; You nourished my heart with poetic ink. You tell me: In fact, the four seasons are like a poem. Whether it is wonderful or sudden depends entirely on the author's mentality.

You're a photographer.

"Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." You photographed the whiteness and vastness of winter with strange feelings and wonderful thoughts, and you paid attention to the magnificence and romance of winter with spiritual eyes. You left the eternal memory of winter with the lens, and also photographed my heartbeat rhythm. You told me that human eyes are like cameras. Once a beautiful photo is taken, it will always be fixed in the album in my heart. Delete it if it's not good.

Because of you-China people, my heart is like a breeze, making my sky Changchun all the year round.

Because of you-China people, my thoughts are like a drizzle, which keeps my life inexhaustible.

Because of you-China people, my heart shines like the sun, making my world bright forever.

12 Life is full of love. Love does not necessarily exist in grand scenes, but also in some insignificant little things in life.

One morning, my mother and I went shopping, and we hurried down the street. The crowd in the street is bustling and crowded, and the noise of cars and the sound of selling are mixed. My mother and I were stuck in the crowded crowd.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and I looked up and saw a man in his forties, pushing a bicycle and struggling in the crowd. There is a little girl of five or six years old sitting on the tripod in front of the car, and there is a bag of rice on the frame at the back, which weighs about 50 kilograms. At the same time, a young farmer pulling a scooter is also shouting at the oncoming crowd. Just as they passed by, there was a hiss and the rice bag was cut. Suddenly, the rice in the bag poured down like open water. At this time, both sides didn't notice, and they walked forward casually. Someone in the crowd shouted, "Hey, Comrade, your rice bag is broken!" " "The man looked back and was at a loss. At this time, an aunt grabbed the break of the rice bag and stopped the young man pulling the cart. The young man got out of the car and squeezed in.

At this time, the people in the street automatically stepped aside and gave up a small clearing. A few enthusiastic people suspected that there were too many cooks and took the rice on the ground. "quick! Take a needle and thread to sew the break. " An aunt in her forties flashed out of the shop on the left. As she spoke, she pushed over and helped sew the rice bag neatly.

The rickshaw boy rushed to the front and was deeply sorry to see this scene. He didn't say anything, but bent down to help hold rice, pour rice and tidy his pockets. ...

This scene in the street today will remain in my mind deeply.

Life is full of love. As long as you observe with your heart, you will be surrounded by love.

When you walked into Dalian Experimental School with light steps, did you feel a kind of power, a very powerful force pushing you forward? This is what I felt when I first came to this school. This feeling made me fall in love with this school, and gradually integrated into this campus and campus life.

I love the sunrise and the sunset on campus.

When the sky in the east turned a fish-belly white, that piece of red came out. When the veil of the dormitory could no longer cover her red face, she simply stopped hiding and being shy, and the whole thing appeared in front of us. The teaching buildings under the morning glow, one after another, are row upon row, adding a touch of red to the beautiful campus in the morning.

The campus in the sunset has irresistible beauty. It is a kind of detail and tranquility, it is a kind of vitality. The crimson sunset shone on the lake and there was silence. Green water plants are dotted and swaying, and occasionally the breeze stirs up ripples. Do fish like swimming in the water and cheer for this campus?

From the two upright teaching buildings, there came the sound of books, which was the harmonious music on Beethoven's piano and the beginning of the day. Occasionally, there are bursts of sweet laughter floating with the breeze, which is an episode in which I am immersed in hard work all day and a testimony of joy. When the students strode along the beautiful path on campus in the face of the morning glow, what kind of vitality it was! What a comfort it is when students embrace and smile in the sunset!

And our lovely and respectable teacher. When you encounter difficulties that cannot be solved, the teacher will be your guide. When you have something in your heart but nowhere to tell it, the teacher becomes your listener; When you are happy and happy, the teacher becomes your sharer. Can't you really like such a teacher?

Who says that all aspects of campus life are boring, and who says that everything on campus is full of helplessness? Look at my campus: campus life is full of colors and laughter all the time. So, I want to say: "My campus life is rich and colorful!"

My future is not a dream. I live every minute carefully. My future is not a dream. My heart is beating with hope. Everyone should know this popular song sung by Tom Chang! Yes! Spring blossoms and autumn bears fruit. Life without dreams is a boring life, and life without dreams is a boring life. When I was a child, I dreamed of being a nurse, a teacher, an actress and a singer. Later, when I grew up, I gradually confirmed my dream-street dancer. I don't want to wear a star's aura, not to be a high-profile figure, nor for money. But to perform in all corners of the country, feel happy in their own dance steps, and bring a kind of beautiful enjoyment to the audience. If one day, my dream comes true, I must go to the Great Hall of the People and perform like Zhuo Jun! Make parents proud. If, one day, my dream comes true, I will tell the next generation that I am a dancer in Leijia First Street. Now, I have laid a good foundation and participated in the top ten dance competitions in our school. Finally, our team was rated as one of the top ten dances, which brought a little light to our class. At that time, I felt that my dream seemed close at hand, and I secretly made up my mind at that time.

We should stand on a bigger stage and bring happiness to more people. Get more people's recognition, get applause and cheers from others, bring endless happiness to others and make mom and dad proud. My dream grew up with me, my dream took root in my heart, my dream, I am moving towards you, and one day, you will not be a dream, but a reality! My future is not a dream. I live every minute carefully. My future is not a dream. My heart is beating with hope. It rings in my ear again.

Today, I have surpassed myself. What about you?

Today, I came to No.1 Middle School Stadium, which was already crowded with people and full of voices. ...

After a while, I only heard the faint gathering of teachers. After waiting in line, I started running. I saw Class One start preparing for the 50-meter sprint. I only heard a flag flying and sprinting. The runners tried their best, like a gust of wind. When Class 9 ran, the sun rose to a quarter of the sky. I am ready to rush to the finish line at any time. When the flag was raised, my heart lifted, my heart beat faster and I made up my mind to eat milk. Halfway through, my mind quickly turned to what my father said to me: run ahead and don't look back. I remember my father's words, and I just walked on without looking back. Who knows what will happen next? I'll tell you right now. I am bent on winning the first place, but I don't know that the buffering force is too strong when I use it. I accidentally used it on the edge, and my waist flashed, but I bit my lip and ran to the finish line and won the second place. But "Picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelon" ran well in the sprint stage, but the long-distance running was over.

Nearly an hour later, it was time for our long-distance running. I ran out with great pain and then fell behind everyone. I caressed my waist and ran slowly, humming "Everyone should have courage …" When I finished a lap and a half, I slowly accelerated and ran to the top 20. By the second lap, everyone was exhausted. This is the best chance. There are no shops after this village. So, I braved the pain, took a step and rushed to the finish line. Press it hard and feel a sharp pain in my waist. Later, I felt nothing until I ran to the finish line. I felt a sharp pain, but it was all worth it. I have surpassed myself.

Today, I surpassed myself. What about you?