Narrative composition

In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Through composition, we can gather our scattered thoughts together. So how is a general composition written? The following are 9 narrative compositions that I compiled. You are welcome to read them. I hope you will like them. Narrative Composition Part 1

One winter night, with the north wind howling and heavy snow falling, Xiaojun and Xiaogang were walking on the street. "Hey, Xiaogang...it's so cold here!" "Okay, stop complaining! Ah--che!" Xiaogang, who was originally in poor health, caught a cold and sneezed.

After walking for a while, Xiaogang found a little boy sitting on the steps in the distance. The weather is so cold and everyone is staying at home, so why is he sitting outside? Where are his parents? Thinking of this, Xiaogang ran over involuntarily.

The little boy was wearing thin clothes, his face was pale, and he looked like he hadn't eaten for a long time. Xiaogang hurriedly took out the food, but the little boy didn't take it and just sobbed softly. After a while, Xiaojun also came over. Seeing the scene in front of him, Xiaojun asked the little boy: "Little brother, I want to ask you, what is your name?" The little boy did not answer. He kept lowering his head and said while crying: "I want my father, I want my mother..."

Xiaojun had an idea and said to the little boy: "Little brother, I want to ask you, are you looking for your parents?" The little boy seemed to Seeing a glimmer of hope, he said, "Can my brother take me to find my parents?" "Yes, but you have to stay at my brother's house these days, okay?" The little boy nodded excitedly.

Xiaogang squeezed Xiaojun quietly: "Are you sure you can find the little boy's parents? You know, looking for two people in a vast sea of ??people is like finding a needle in a haystack!" Xiaojun replied: " "Xiao Gang, if we don't say this, how can the little boy believe us? Can you bear to see this little boy suffer from cold and hunger?" Xiao Gang suddenly understood and nodded...

It turns out, this The little boy originally lived in a happy family. In a car accident, he was the only one to survive. He was only five years old at that time. Since then, he has been begging for a living.

One morning, as soon as Xiaojun got up, he found a water bottle and a piece of paper on the bedside. It turns out that this is a wishing bottle. As long as you write a wish on the note, the golden fairy will appear at night. At that time, hand the water bottle and paper to her, and she will fulfill the wish of the person making the wish. Xiaojun thought to himself, what should I do? I have so many wishes... He suddenly saw the little boy and thought: He is so pitiful, why not be like this...

At night, the golden fairy really appeared, and she dipped the paper in the water , the little boy flew up, flew out of the house, flew into the sky, and flew towards the depths of the universe. The note fell out of the cup, and it read: Let the little boy go to his parents... With tears in his eyes, Xiaojun ran out of the house and looked at the little boy...

< p> The snow is still falling and the wind is still blowing, but Xiaojun and Xiaogang don’t feel cold. They feel the warmth of their souls... Narrative Composition 2

Everyone will definitely know when it comes to adolescence. I thought of a lot: what a youthful bean, my voice changed, I grew up, in short there were many, many changes. But our biggest problem is that we have become independent and are no longer willing to communicate with our parents. If something happens, we would rather talk to our friends than our parents.

Indeed, parents have entered menopause and we have entered adolescence. The confrontation between the two periods will inevitably cause some conflicts. Parents are no longer the hero+supperman in their children's hearts, and their children no longer have the cuteness they had when they were little. What replaced it was a sense of strangeness.

We and our parents grew up in two completely different eras. Therefore, our personalities are very different from our parents: we like to argue, like to dig into the corners of others, like to ask questions, and dare to challenge teachers. and parents, showing the aggressiveness of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, full of enthusiasm and ambition, and full of idealism. Because of ambition and ideals, we are a little ambitious and have wild dreams. The personality is also very "bipolar". Sometimes he is happy, the sun is shining, and his face is full of spring breeze. Sometimes he is frowning, clouded, miserable, and even furious. At this time, we thought that we had grown up, and we were anxious to leave the control of our parents, and to use our ungrown wings to fly to our own sky... However, our parents seemed more conservative, more stable, more realistic, and richer Therefore, there is a generation gap between us and our parents, and we have different ideas when things happen. Sometimes, when we see very interesting things, our parents find them boring. This is because we feel that our parents are impersonal and too realistic, so we He gradually became alienated from his parents.

At this time, we thought that we had grown up, and we were anxious to leave the control of our parents, and to fly to our own sky with our wings that had not yet grown up... With the obvious strengthening of self-awareness, With the development of the ability to think independently and deal with things, we show strong autonomy in psychology and behavior. We are eager to be liberated from the shackles of our parents and begin to actively try to break away from the protection and management of our parents. Have strong self-confidence and self-esteem, and are keen to show their strengths and talents.

Whether in terms of personal life arrangements or views on life and society, I began to have my own opinions and opinions. No longer satisfied with the explanations of parents and teachers, or ready-made conclusions in books, he does not trust or blindly follow the opinions of adults. He requires factual proof and logical persuasion. He dares to express personal opinions on many things and contributes to them. Stand up for your point of view and argue. In this way, it is inevitable to contradict our parents, which alienates us from our parents.

We always feel that adults are easily satisfied with the benefits they have received, tending to maintain the status quo and not making progress, while we, on the other hand, are in the process of solving everything, and are often full of hope and willing to explore. Just like Liang Qichao said: "Old people often think about the past, young people often think about the future. Thinking about the past also creates nostalgia, thinking about the future also creates hope, nostalgia also leads to conservation, hope also leads to progress, and thinking about the future also creates hope. To be conservative is to keep things old, but to be progressive is to be new with each passing day. We only think about the past, because everything has been done the same way, so we only know how to follow the rules, and we only think about the future, because everything is done as we have done before, so we always dare to make exceptions.”

We no longer open our hearts to adults as often as we did in childhood. Our inner world has become more colorful, but we don’t show it easily. We very much hope to have a separate accommodation room and a personal drawer. , and like to lock the drawers, as if they have something secret that they don’t want others to know, but in fact there is nothing important inside. We become fond of keeping diaries, which is a manifestation of this closedness. Keeping a diary is a way to express your feelings and keep secrets. But this makes it easy for us to feel lonely, and thus creates a strong desire to be idealized by others. This makes us keen to seek people who understand us, find "like-minded" close friends, and be able to express our inner feelings frankly to close friends. secret. However, he remained tight-lipped to his parents and never mentioned anything about it.

In adolescence, we seem to be independent and need our own space. We have become independent, and I sincerely hope that our parents will understand us more and give us some space. I think in this way we will be able to get closer to our parents and our family relationship will flourish forever. Narrative Composition Part 3

Love is a kind of power; love can change a person's life; love is the starting point of miracles. The power of love is endless and endless.

A rural woman, in order to support her enemy’s child who was born with cerebral palsy, did not spend a penny on her daughter’s marriage. She just rented a car like crazy just to treat the enemy’s child. Sick, her story was published in the newspaper, many people said she was stupid, but she didn't care.

That day, four gangsters got into her car and asked her to take her to Beijing. They drove to a place called Wen'an. The gangster sitting in the back took out a dagger and stabbed her in the waist. When she was forced out of the car, another gangster showed the newspaper he had just read to the other gangsters and told them the woman's story. After hearing this, the four young men didn't say anything. They just called "Sister" and then turned around and disappeared into the darkness. A few days later, she received a box of milk powder and a letter from the four young men saying that they would change. It was she who saved them, and they were very grateful to her.

This is the power of her love. She saved herself and the lives of four young men. And the enemy's child gradually recovered from his illness. The doctor said this was a miracle in medical history, and she said it was a miracle of love!

Love is a sacred emotion that transcends blood ties. To love someone, you don’t need too many words, because it requires your heart, not just your mouth. Narrative Composition Part 4

I have set sail in the flowering season of life; I once thought that I could weather the wind and waves; I once thought that I had a heart that was passionate about dreams, but I was wrong. The reality in life has not forgotten me. It always tortures me and wears away my innocent heart little by little. I don't know if my heart can still be as pure and fresh as before? I don't know if my choice is right? I don't know if I can persist until the end? All of this can only be answered by time. Now I am so helpless and confused. Is there still a road ahead? Is there really a sea on the other side of the mountain? Will there really be a miracle tomorrow? I no longer know all of this. I only know that the road ahead is still long, and I want to walk hard! I was living in a muddleheaded way and became ordinary. I no longer have the confidence and courage to surpass myself, I just keep repeating myself. No matter what, life continues and time continues to pass. No matter what happens today, I must remember to face tomorrow with a smile! I tried hard and flapped my broken wings to prove that I had not lost hope of flying. I want to persist, with this persistence, with that pride, with that stubbornness, fly to the paradise of dreams. I believe that I can persevere to the end! Narrative Composition 5

In the long journey of life, books are my spiritual food. I often suck the rain of knowledge from them and digest them into this The spiritual drive on the path of earthly life. Whenever I have free time, I either keep reading the book or review the past and learn new things, constantly enriching my leisure time.

I am deeply in awe of the heroes who sacrifice themselves for others in the book, and I hate those despicable and shameless villains from the bottom of my heart. From the book, I read about hard work, kindness and justice, as well as the rise and fall of history and the injustice in the world. It is an influence, an infection, and an education.

I often swim in the boundless ocean of knowledge. It feels like a long drought and rain, and like a dam releasing floods, pouring down, and I feel an incomparable sense of happiness.

When I was ten years old, I read some extracurricular books seriously. There was an invisible force that attracted me tightly like a magnet. I have a special liking for "Journey to the West", "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms"...these beautiful stories. It was they that first opened my heart and flew into my spiritual world with the magic in the stories, leaving behind The first imprint that can never be undone.

Time flies, and as time goes by, many books have become my inseparable partners. The variety of good books with rich content are undoubtedly my must-reads. Sitting in the room, seeing the whole world, through it, I understood the benefits of reading, and one eye-catching story after another echoed in my heart, and will always inspire me to move forward!

Life is limited, it is impossible to experience everything, and there is no need to experience everything. An important way to gain knowledge and enrich experience is to read. Books can pour vast space and long time into yourself without reservation, allowing you to travel through the past and present, and travel through the world.

Where to find the joy of reading? Count the plum blossoms in the heart of the world. Books are one of the great pleasures in my life. I firmly believe that only by integrating our souls into the ocean of books and letting the content of books integrate into our lives can we have a spiritual space that is broader than the ocean of water! Narrative Composition 6

This year is the Monkey On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, I was awakened by the crackling sound of firecrackers. I opened the bedroom door, and oh, my father was lighting a firecracker to prepare for the arrival of the New Year. And my mother is busy making dumplings in the kitchen. After a while, the dumplings were wrapped. Some were like boats and some were like ingots. The water made a gurgling sound after being put into the pot. As the temperature increased, the dumplings gradually rose. My mother said that when they rose, they were ready to be taken out of the pot. Picking up a dumpling and eating it fills your heart with joy. As the saying goes: Eating dumplings during the Spring Festival brings good luck in the coming year.

After eating dumplings, it’s time to pay New Year greetings. I put on new clothes, new pants, and new shoes. When I walked out of the house, there were crackling sounds and bright red firecracker fragments everywhere. Arrive at grandpa’s house. Aunts, aunts, uncles, and uncles all rush to say happy New Year. I kneeled down one by one to say Happy New Year. When I got up, my hands were filled with thick red envelopes. I said thank you with joy.

The Chinese New Year is a traditional festival in our country. On this day, everyone has a happy smile. Here I sincerely say to everyone: "Happy New Year." Narrative Composition Part 7

Last time, when the homeless man came home, he knew that his mother had been kidnapped by those bastards. , but he knew that it was impossible for him to defeat those bastards with his own strength. At the same time, those evil people were looking for him. He did not dare to look for him openly. He decided not to rely on anyone and save his mother by himself. He knew His mother was locked in that dark and small kitchen, and he knew the environment there best. It turned out that two years ago, he had dug a tunnel and prepared to escape, but in order to go to Beijing to see Tiananmen Square, he So he didn't use it. He thought he wouldn't use it, but now he finally did. When he came to the hotel, he just listened to the boss saying in the room, "This guy took 30,000 yuan. I must get the 30,000 yuan back." It’s good to work here, feed him, and give him shelter, otherwise he would have died long ago. Don’t give his mother water or food today. I’ll starve her for a few meals. When I heard this little boy, I thought to myself, I will definitely save him. My mother, I can't let my mother be bullied by them. When midnight came, he quickly entered the cabin. His mother was already very hungry. He saved his mother and left, and came to the rich man's house. But he He only had thirty yuan left. It was rare to go to Beijing. He started to leave. He used his thirty yuan to buy food for his mother and spent five yuan on it. That night, his mother fell ill and became very ill. It was heavy, but he only had a few pieces left, so it was impossible to see a doctor. When they were on a hillside, his mother said that in fact, their family had a secret about this treasure. She took out a key and said that the map is in your father's. His mother gave him the address of his friend's house. Oh, it turned out that this was the rich man's house. Then the little boy started his treasure journey. Narrative Composition Part 8

Today is Women’s Day, a festival for all women. Mom was so busy that she forgot about it, so I wanted to give her a surprise.

In school, my classmates and I were discussing what gifts to give to my mother. Li Shuxin said that she would buy a 300 yuan pearl leather bag for her mother. I think it's too expensive and a bit inappropriate. I said I would give my mother a necklace or a ring, but they said they would sell them at the school gate... After that, I couldn't wait for school to end.

School was finally over. I hurried to the canteen and looked carefully for the jewelry seller. I finally found it. I picked up a ring that was transparent with a hint of green in it. I asked the salesperson how much it cost. She said five cents, and I quickly took it out of my pocket.

I was so happy along the way. When I got home, I put the ring in a blue jewelry box and paired it with a bracelet. It was so beautiful. Dong Dong... There was a knock on the door. It was my mother who was back. I quickly stepped forward and hugged her, and she said, "Why are you so happy today?" I said, "Mom, close your eyes. It's too late, then it's fast. I brought the ring to my mother's hand like a magician."

The mother opened her eyes and said, "It's so beautiful. Baby, you have grown up and are filial. You are really my good daughter." Hehe, I smiled naughtily, and my mother laughed too. Narrative Composition 9

When that ray of light shines into the house, I know that a new day has come again...

The sky is sunny and the sunshine warms my heart

I was very naughty that year and often made trouble. When I first entered middle school, my Chinese teacher was very gentle. I remember that time, although the composition I wrote was just an exercise, it was also pretty good. You encouraged me that my composition can still improve. Because of your words, I have been trying to do better since then, but my ability is limited and I have always been in the middle. , and slowly became discouraged. Whenever I encounter difficulties, you always appear by my side, giving me warmth and illuminating my heart. As time goes by, the scores are improving little by little, because I always keep those words in my heart. Whenever I want to give up, I hear those words deep in my heart. Because of you, my heart will be warm.

Dark clouds cover the sky, but the sun is still warm.

I remember that time, the clouds in the sky gathered together, the wind was very strong, and it was about to rain. You said, "Look at how sad you are, God even shed tears for me." , If you don't study hard, how can you be worthy of your parents and worthy of God?" That joke made my heart warm again.

Every time I skip class, you tell me with your eyes, "Stop skipping, pay attention to the lecture." Although it is a bit harsh, I know you are my best.

After the rain, the sky clears up, and the sunshine remains.

I will remember all the good things you did to me. That time you got angry in class, which shocked me, but in the second half of the class you cheered up again under our comfort. Your appearance is still the same, still gentle, still generous...

If you say that you It is sunshine, then I am a sapling that needs the nourishment of sunshine. It is you who bring me sunshine and hope...

The sunshine in my heart is you, teacher.