Travel Notes of Baiyun Lake-Level 6-Narration

I believe many people have had writing experience and are familiar with writing, especially the widely used narrative. According to the different writing objects, narratives can be divided into the following categories: writers' narratives, narratives of narratives, narratives of scenery and narratives of things. Then the question is coming, how should the narrative be written? The following is the narrative of "Travel Notes of Baiyun Lake-Grade Six" compiled by me for you. I hope it helps you.

Goodbye, my dear Baiyun Lake.

Rent a cruise ship and go boating on the lake. How nice! The sky is blue, with white clouds floating on it; The lake is green. Grandpa Sun threw a golden smiling face on the lake. The sparkling water seems to be sprinkled with a layer of broken silver, which is very beautiful! Looking down, you can clearly see a group of slender fish swimming freely in the water. Grab a clear lake and feel the tenderness of your mother's hand. It's refreshing! Ah, my dear Baiyun Lake, you are so beautiful.

Occasionally there are wild ducks playing on the lake. From the telescope, I saw them flapping their wings in fear, sometimes diving into the water and sometimes sticking out of the water. I thought they were playing hide-and-seek with their companions. Suddenly, with a bang, a wild duck came out of the water with a small fish in its mouth-it turned out that the elves were looking for food. Ah, my dear Baiyun Lake, you have provided a paradise for wild ducks.

Someone is fishing by the lake. This is a good season for fishing. Those who are addicted to it put their long fishing rods into the water and soon get something. When they happily pull the lively fish out of the water, they will attract a crowd of onlookers. The harvest is pleasant. Ah, my dear Baiyun Lake, you are a paradise for anglers.

The most unforgettable thing is the long row of weeping willows on the shore of the lake. The green willow branches hang down like a comb, and a gust of wind blows, and the willow branches sway with the wind, like a shy girl pouring her heart out to people. Birds frequently shuttle between branches and stroll on the lake embankment. They will fly over your head with a whoosh and disappear instantly. This chirping bird, this jasper willow, ah, the Baiyun Lake I kissed, you are a beautiful song and a most beautiful painting.

There are several bridges on the lake, which run through the banks like jade belts, and the bridges flow endlessly. Looking at the shore of the lake, here, there are many high-rise buildings and bustling; There are green trees and green mountains, and layers of haze are stacked, which is pleasing to the eye as far as a thousand miles. For thousands of years, Baiyun Lake, known as the mother lake of the ancient city, nourished people on both sides of the meteorite water with her sweet milk, and also witnessed the yesterday and today of the small town.

It's almost noon between jokes. At this time I was hungry, so I rowed to the shore and had a good time.