Bug escape-sixth grade-narrative

I believe everyone has tried to write a composition, especially a widely used narrative. Narration is a literary form that expresses a certain center by describing people, time, objects and scenery. So do you know how to write an excellent narrative? The following is the narrative of "The Great Escape of Insects-Grade Six" which I carefully arranged. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

On Wednesday afternoon, I finished my homework quickly, and then I had nothing to do, so I lay on the windowsill and looked out. Suddenly I found an unknown little flying insect in the double glass on the window. It may have got in through a crack in the window, slipped and fell on the windowsill, and one side of its wing was broken. I think this is a good material, so I carefully observed the flying insects. I want to see what those little flying insects are doing.

After a short rest, it moved. First of all, the bug wanted to fly, but it couldn't fly, so it fell when it flew together (because there was too little space inside, there was no place to help fly, and one wing was injured and it couldn't fly). At first I didn't understand what it was going to do, but later I realized that it was trying to escape. I want to see how it escaped.

After several flight tests, the bug thought this method was not feasible, so he changed it to another method: flying to the right glass for a short distance, landing on the glass, and then flying to another glass to exercise his wings in this way. Once, it missed the glass, fell down and turned upside down. Turning over, it gritted its teeth and continued to fly upwards. This time, it learned the last lesson, firmly grasped the glass, flew for a while, and climbed for a while. When it climbed into the middle of the glass, it was too tired and stopped there. After stopping for a while, it couldn't help it, so it lifted one foot to wipe the sweat, but the three feet couldn't hold it steadily, just wanted to fly again and fell down again. The third time, after a good rest, he saved up all his strength, flew up hard, flew to the glass and climbed up. Seeing that I have climbed more than half, I can't help feeling smug. Who knows this distraction, it fell off again. On the fourth attempt, it didn't dare to care. It flew carefully first. Less than half of the time, it felt that it still didn't work, so it changed its strategy: it was useless to climb from the bottom. It can only climb 10 to 15 cm and then fall. It climbed over and over again and fell over and over again. I'm impatient, go to eat. I thought: it can't escape, this is its burial place.

I went to English class after dinner, and it was almost 8 o'clock when I came back. I suddenly remembered the bug and went to see it. It has disappeared. It flew away and flew to its home.

I've learned that persistence is victory. I also understand the truth: if this method doesn't work, change it. There is more than one road to success in life. ...