20 words of narrative fragment

The game was about to start, and the principal said: "Today is the match between Team A of Class 43 and Class 42." After a while, the referee and the principal threw the ball into the air, and Lu from our class The pilot got it with his height advantage and threw the ball towards the basket, haha! Go in, this time it’s time for Dai Mengling from our class to serve. She just got the ball in her hand and was about to dribble, but she was accidentally grabbed by Wu Hongfei from class two. Wu Hongfei then tried to throw the ball into the basket. Go, but it's a pity that he didn't score. This made the people in the second class anxious. After a while, Lu Hangman jumped up and scored, ha! Two-point ball, the ball fell down, Wu Hongfei came over with a "Lingbo Weibu" to grab the ball, threw the ball, ha, he shot a three-pointer, the people in the second class immediately became happy, and they all shouted "Four Three" Come on, class!" The people next to us heard it and shouted together. Our voice surpassed that of Class 2.

The competition is about to begin. The "athletes" are all doing warm-up exercises and the atmosphere is very tense. Look, the opponents are whispering there. Listen carefully, it turns out they are discussing how to cooperate! The arena has already gathered many black heads. After a while, the people in the second class said: "Your class will lose!" Our class was not to be outdone and said: "That's weird. We will see the results later. Don't be too confident!"

Very much! Come on, Yao Peiyun and I competed. We did this and that, but we couldn't tell the winner. The most nervous moment finally arrived, because we both got ten points, and whoever had one more point would win. Now I made the rock, and Li Peiyun made the scissors. I jumped three feet high with joy, because I finally got it. The final victory.

At the beginning, Li Jiake and I were in a group. In the first round, I played the stone, Li Jiake played the handkerchief, and I lost. In the second round, I played a handkerchief. I thought she would play a rock, but she played a handkerchief instead. Now, I knew that Li Jiake would play the same thing every time, and I could finally defeat her. In the third round, I used scissors. As expected, Li Jiake took out the veil again. I thought to myself: "Haha! Li Jiake, no matter how smart you are, you must have been expected by me."

As soon as Principal Liu whistled, the cheerleading team of our class immediately became excited: "Come on, Class 3! Class 3 Come on, Class 2!” The cheerleaders of Class 2 were not to be outdone: “Come on Class 2! Come on Class 2!” The voices were heard one after another. Wu Pengfei accidentally snatched the ball away from Lu Hang. Lu Hang passed the ball to Zhu Yu. Zhu Yu smashed the ball and actually hit a beautiful three-pointer! "Yeah, yeah! YES!" People cheered. Look, the second class finally got the ball again, but it was stopped by Lu Hangyu again. He took three steps and two steps at a time, took the ball and broke through the defense, ran straight to the fence, and hit another two-pointer. . There is also Dai Mengling. Although she is a girl, her performance on the court is not inferior. Her defense is very strong. She keeps Chen Huishan in sight and is unable to do anything.

My mother saw it and said: "Girl, the red scarf needs to be washed twice in clean water before it will be clean." As I fetched water, I said to my mother: "This is my first time washing it. I don’t know!” He took the red scarf off the bamboo pole and washed it in clean water. He used three basins of water until the foam was no longer visible, then he picked it up, wrung it dry, and hung it on the bamboo pole to dry.

The first step is preparation: find a few thicker books, stack them and put them on a shelf, then cover them with a piece of paper, leaving a medium-sized hole in the middle of the paper. Fits a pot - large jelly shell. My snacks will soon turn into delicacies in the "pot". The orange juice is the source of the stir-fry, and the small ticket melon is the spatula of the stir-fry. Now the preparations are ready and the game can begin.

Suddenly, I found a few watermarks in the corner in front of the room door, and rushed to report them. My mother looked at it, thought for a while and said, "Could it be that it stayed here for the night last night and broke into the room in the morning when we opened the door without paying attention?!" This is amazing! We started the "big battle" again. Under the sofa, behind the refrigerator, under the pantry, I almost turned over the bed, but there was none. Dad said: "Forget it, let him spend a peaceful New Year in our house!" I think the police uncles would not give up halfway when they catch the real bad guys, but today is New Year's Eve, so we have no choice but to give up.

I got a basin of water and put the red scarf in the water. Then I fished the red scarf out and put soap on it. I found a place that was particularly dirty, so I rubbed that place hard. After a while, my My hands were full of soap bubbles and slippery. I felt so funny. After rubbing it for a while, I put the red scarf into clean water and rubbed it. The clear water suddenly became like ink. Then I took the red scarf out of the dirty water and dried it on the bamboo pole.

After we were ready, we learned that our opponents were seven grown men and an aunt. When the war started, I immediately hid behind the oil drum and set up my gun like a soldier in a movie. I waited for a while and found that the enemy was aiming at me, and I also aimed at him. We fired almost at the same time. After I fired, I felt a huge pain in my left hand. When I looked, I realized that my hand was shot, and the enemy's chest was shot. It also bleeds directly. I immediately hid behind the oil drum to observe the enemy's situation, but my helmet was shot twice. Their marksmanship was so good, they hit wherever they were told. At this time, I saw a female enemy being beaten by Ergou until she was covered in "blood".

Then, I focused on the left front and didn't notice several enemies outflanking Ergou. When I felt that the situation was not good, it was too late, so I could only complain secretly and fire a few shots at the enemies. However, the enemy's firepower became more and more fierce, and suddenly Ergou and his mother "disappeared". Only my mother and I fought and retreated until we ran out of bullets, then we ran away.

I will heat the "rice" and "vegetables" in the "pot" first and then we can start the meal. I gave the baby a bite, and when it refused to eat, I ate it. Then I fed the next baby, and it did not open its mouth, so I also gave it its portion... When I was having fun, I suddenly heard the sound of the door opening. , my grandparents must have come back, so I immediately cleaned up the room and acted as if I was doing my homework, so as not to let them find me playing house. I haven't played house since. Looking back now, although it was a child's game that was a bit childish at the time, it left a deep impression on me that I will never forget. It not only brought me endless fun, but also allowed me to experience the feeling of being the master of my own country. .

I dipped a straw into the bubble water, put it on my mouth and blew it gently, and these naughty bubbles eagerly came out of the straw. They look different and have different colors. Bubbles are big or small, round or oval, and they come in many colors, including green, blue, yellow, and red... In fact, they have no color themselves, because they are illuminated by sunlight. You can only see the colorful colors when they are reflected on the bubbles and enter your eyes. It turns out that Father Sun gave these little naughty colors.

I blew a lot of bubbles. Some of these bubbles were like wine gourds for Father Lei, some were like necklaces for Sister Xia, and some were like petal skirts for Xingwa. , some were like pearls given to Aunt Moon... When I walked to the center of the bridge, I blew some more bubbles, and they were playing happily on the water, but after a while It disappeared. Maybe they were playing hide and seek!

At five o'clock on Saturday afternoon, a moving company's car arrived. The staff moved the furniture into the car within twenty-five minutes. We reluctantly got on the car. When I called Fei Fei to get in the car, Fei Fei didn’t move at all. When I saw him, I jumped out of the car and hugged Fei Fei. Zhi Fei Fei got into the car, but Fei Fei kept struggling on me. I had no choice but to put Fei Fei down and I got in the car. The car started to move, and Fei Fei was chasing after him. Finally, Fei Fei lay on the ground. I watched from the car, and I really wanted to cry with my mouth open.

On Sunday, my father and I returned to our original home and saw Feifei still jumping around here, lively and cute. I felt very relieved and happy. Suddenly my father said in my ear: "Fei Fei regards this place as his home. No matter what, he can't let him live here for the rest of his life! Besides, no one cares about it. Give it to your friend!" I listened. No, I couldn’t say anything, so I had to agree. Later, I gave it to a good friend who lived in Heyuan Community. At that time, I really wanted to cry.

A month has passed. The little turtle and I gradually developed a relationship. It was no longer afraid of me, but it learned to be naughty. One day, I put the little turtle on the floor to play. I watched TV for a while and found that the little turtle was missing. Where would it go? I looked everywhere for traces of it, but I couldn't find it. What's going on? Suddenly, I heard the sound of "squeak, squeak..." and followed the sound. It turned out that the little turtle was eating the pork liver I just bought on the kitchen cabinet. When I saw it, I was so angry that I quickly took it off and said angrily: "How can you steal food?" The little turtle seemed to understand what I said, and lowered his head, as if to say: "I'm sorry, master. I was wrong."

In the morning, before dawn, the big rooster's cry of "Oooh" woke up the host and his family. The hostess held a bottle in her hand and walked up to the bleating sheep, and squeezed a bottle full of fresh milk for the male host and the child to drink. After a while, a "clucking" sound came from the henhouse. It turned out that the big flower hen had laid eggs and was repaying its master! The hostess took out a hot egg from the chicken coop, cooked it, and gave it to her baby. At this time, the tabby cat caught a mouse that was stealing food. It meowed "meow" in an attempt to get its owner to praise it. At this time, the sound of "woof" scared away a thief who wanted to steal something.

There are games such as grass skiing, bungee jumping, and field games. We played many projects, and the most memorable one for me was the field games. We arrived at the field area and rented military uniforms, helmets, guns and bullets. Each person had 20 rounds of bullets. The gun was a real gun, and the bullet was a thin plastic ball with red liquid inside. It broke when it hit someone. Fake blood flowed out.

As we all know, global warming is caused by air pollution causing holes in the ozone layer. Isn’t this enough to sound an alarm for us humans? Our Great Wall, the Forbidden City, etc. are all heritage of human culture, but some people do not realize that these are the only ones we have, and if they are lost, they will no longer be there. Therefore, we must start from the little things around us. We should care for every little animal around us, every blade of grass, and cherish every drop of water. Start from small things, regard environmental protection as your own responsibility, and lead your friends around you to do your part to improve the global environment.

Night, quiet, the city is asleep. Ye created a unique piece of music at this time. On the staff painted by Qingfeng, the notes made of stars danced. The music was soft and soothing. Apart from these, there was nothing moving at all.

The beauty of the night is that the night is out of reach; the night is within reach and has extraordinary charm. At night, I opened this ancient book and read it carefully...

The looming clouds in the night sky were floating slowly, with a slightly reddish color, and they were connected one by one, with different shapes. Thousands. The large ivy on the opposite wall was rustling in the wind. Everything under the moonlight is so harmonious.

The night has two hands, one hand holds the dusk and the other holds the dawn: after dusk is night, and after night is dawn. Night is also unpredictable.

A little swallow stretched out its little head from the nest and looked at the outside world with wonder. Finally, it spread its wings and practiced flying in the sky hard; at this time, A young rabbit also slipped out of the house, wiggling its buttocks through the grass to prevent the hunter from discovering it. I laughed, happily. This was a feeling I had never felt before. I had never felt that learning to grow up was so interesting.

The autumn wind is bleak, and the leaves that were once green have turned yellow. I inadvertently shrank my hands - indeed, it was too cold. What's more, my heart is also cold. Lost in the shadow of failure in the exam, I was caught up in such a desolate autumn day. Facing that clean report card, I seemed to feel that my road was covered with a dark haze.

The rising mist of hot milk revealed the kind smiles of parents. Yes, my parents' love radiates light, shining on me, piercing the haze, the blank road is filled with color, my heart is brightened, and the darkness is dispersed.

On the field, golden wheat ears stood neatly. At a glance, it looks like a road paved with gold, emitting a strange brilliance. Fruit trees laden with fruit stand proudly on both sides of the road, calmly accepting the praises of passers-by. Aren’t everything on the fields children of autumn? They laughed and jumped, with sweet dimples on their faces, playing carefree.

After listening to Uncle Feng’s explanation, my heart calmed down. I enjoyed the fun that Uncle Feng brought me and looked down at the endless fun contained in the earth.

I was nicknamed a nocturnal animal by my mother, but that’s not true. Day and night, morning and dusk, my favorite is of course the charming night. Many people are afraid of the dark night when they were young, but for me, the night exudes infinite charm. And tonight, as usual, I got up late at night, stood on the balcony of my bedroom, and felt the unique, soft, and unique night symphony tonight.

I no longer resist growing up, I happily follow Uncle Feng, learn to grow up happily, and carefully experience the ups and downs brought about by the process of growing up, because this is what I want to do again. Experience happiness step by step.

The bleak autumn wind blew by, bringing a hint of coolness. The heavy fruits were picked, leaving a piece of yellow clothes for the big tree to use as autumn clothes. When the autumn wind blows gently, the leaves roll gracefully in the air and slowly fall to the feet of the tree mother. Looking across the fields, there are withered and yellow leaves everywhere. When you step on it, you will always hear a "rustling" sound, which is unique to autumn.

The eagle does not follow the trajectory of migratory birds, but its strong wings stand on the solitary train ticket in the desert, and outline the magnificence of life under the long sunset. The chrysanthemum did not follow the footsteps of the rose. It bloomed with gentle and dark snow in the cold autumn, and admired its tough character among the fallen leaves. I did not blindly follow the direction of others, so as to show my charm in the ocean of life and keep my own growth in the sky of morality.

There was darkness on my path before, because the light of my parents was shining on me from behind. Only when we look back can we realize that the light is so bright and dazzling. The love of parents will hold up a bright sun in the dark moments of life!

In the quiet night, I fell asleep again. In my dream, I gently put a warm coat on you. We held hands together, sat on the old rocking chair, and watched together. Sunset...

Some people say: Without the help of selfless, self-sacrificing maternal love, the child's soul will be a desert. It is this kind of love that plants trees of hope in the desert of my soul and turns it into an oasis.

Motherly love is like an affectionate song, melodious and gentle; maternal love is like a warm spring breeze, blowing away the darkness of the soul and driving away the cold.

The cold wind, the pale moon, and the dancing moon shadow are the main theme of the night. In the quiet moonlit night, it would be wonderful to listen to the sound of the wind, feel the desolation of the night, look at the twinkling stars in the distance, and feel the unique charm of nature! The mysterious night sky, you are like the mysterious smile of Mona Lisa, which always brings me infinite reverie.

The colorful four seasons are like the colorful life; winter is pure childhood; spring is vibrant youth; summer is steady middle age; and autumn is the last stage of life - —Twilight old age.

Indeed, silent love can often better express the love deep in the soul and convey the truest feelings. Mother's love is not always so great and earth-shattering. Sometimes a heart-warming smile, a reminder when going out, and a cup of warm hot coffee are also the most ordinary expressions of love.

The birds that chirped during the day are now sleeping quietly. The air contained the faint fragrance of dew and flower petals. There were no people on the road and it was no longer noisy. The night is like a layer of gauze, quietly covering the city.

The deeds of "the most beautiful teacher" Zhang Lili are widely circulated.

At the moment when the roaring car rushed towards the students, she used her delicate but powerful body to set up a safe post; the deeds of Wu Bin, the "most beautiful driver", touched thousands of households. 76 seconds after the iron piece hit his flesh and blood, he Completed the transition from dangerous to safe with extremely beautiful movements. People look up to Zhang Lili because in this era of "personality comes first", her vigorous waving of arms vividly interprets the highest state of teacher ethics; people admire Wu Bin because in this era of increasingly thinning morality and responsibility, he reluctantly slows down and stops the car. The lens is the best illustration of professional ethics and professionalism. The word "most beautiful" is the highest reward for them, and it is also a call for the complete return of boundless love.

And everything is possible and worthy of becoming the lingering fragrance in the wind. The dialectic of passing and staying is the wisest consideration of nature and history. As the surface gradually melts with the wind and sand, the core is slowly revealing its essence. The hourglass of time allows us to see the true value of something more clearly. In Dunhuang in the northwest, the flying sky was once complete and clear, but to the people who painted it, it was just a mural; although it is now dry and full of holes, it is more able to bear the weight of history. A real masterpiece must have gone through the wind and frost of history. After washing, some of it passed away, but more truth and beauty remained.

The waning moon slants across the sky, the soul is broken in confusion, and the slender, curved claw-like shape indeed has an irresistible evil aura. Since ancient times, beautiful flowers and a full moon will always appear in sweet moments. However, the flowers will eventually wither and the curtain will fade. The God of ups and downs will not give you the opportunity to be comfortable for a long time because of sympathy and pity. Really everything will go well and everything will be smooth and prosperous. How many are there? The full moon is beautiful, but it will eventually be missing.

From elementary school to university, until the day we grow old, we have been rewriting our IQ with one hand. This is a hand that needs to go through vicissitudes. What this hand conveys All information seems to be inseparable from a person's intellectual development. What is more intuitive is that it represents a person's overall image. All the joys, anger, sorrows and joys are changing with this hand. This hand, from birth From that moment on, it seems that it is destined to be used to hand in the answer sheet. You cannot lose at the starting line, you have to cheer at the halfway line, you need to work hard at the sprint line, you have to take exams for certificates in college, you have to take exams for units after graduation, you have to take professional title exams after employment, until you retire. The biggest mission of this hand is to take exams, and the development of intelligence has become an eternal theme for children.

Since the word "integrity" both contains "word". So let’s start with “words”. "Yan" is not just talking, it also refers to writing articles, making comments, and ministers reporting to the emperor, which is called "yan". It can be seen that "yan" cannot be done arbitrarily. Confucius said: "I have made three provinces in one day." The main thing he reflects on is speaking. When living among people, language communication is not unimportant. Maybe you have a dignified manner, maybe you have a handsome appearance, but if you start talking nonsense when you open your mouth, you will definitely keep people away from you. Everyone has heard the story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf". Just imagine if everyone became the child in the story, wouldn't life be scary? Some people say, you don’t need to worry unfounded, we can live a good life. This is wrong. If television is a medium, then its audience is not small. However, on such a large platform, we are used to seeing the "Shuanglu" and "Shuanghui" being dishonest, and there are more celebrities who are deceitful. The world has become false, human relationships have become blurred, and trust has become a luxury. Isn't this terrible? It's time to wake up.

The stubborn old man was unwilling to succumb to the lonely hut and looked at the rolling river. He resolutely chose to sail on the vast sea. Unwilling to be mediocre, he chose to fight against the man-eating giant. The fish fights, and thus, a glorious period of "The Old Man and the Sea" is written into history; the delicate soul is not willing to be buried in the dark silence, he sings heartily, and the proud writing style holds out the brilliant flowers under the moonlight. The bright light, that little nostalgic stamp, and the poem "Eternal Thoughts Under the Cambridge" became his best weapon to get rid of mediocrity; that kind old man was not willing to settle for mediocrity, even though his hair was gray, he still greeted everyone with a smile. As a reader, she told people to "read more, read good books, and read well." She used notes of love to irrigate every growing heart, and refused to be mediocre. Her great writing style destined her to be brilliant in her life.

Look at Du Fu. He rushed to Chang'an when he was young, hoping to show off his talent and be reused by the court, and then "reach the emperors Yao and Shun, and then make customs pure." However, he was unsuccessful in his life and never really got a good opportunity to serve the imperial court. However, his political ambitions never waned. I was on the run during the war, but I was thinking about the vast number of people who were suffering from the war, so I wrote "Three Officials and Three Farewells" to express my feelings; I was trapped in Huanhua Creek, with a leaky house and no place to dry, but I still fantasized about "safety". There are tens of millions of Guangsha, which can shelter the poor people all over the world and make them happy."

That was the first time I ate sweet and sour pork ribs. I don’t remember the other details, but I remember that after my grandma finished cooking, she picked out a barely chopped pork chop and blew it on it. I shook it again to let it cool down quickly, and then handed it to me. I just grabbed it with one hand and started chewing it. The sour and sweet taste was like eating a popsicle. I stuffed it in my mouth and licked and sucked it. It seemed that the sweet and sour taste could never be exhausted.

In fact, there are many things in life where you extend your hands to convey warmth. You offer your seat to the elderly on the bus, you extend your hand when you encounter someone on the roadside who needs directions, you give way when you meet someone in an elevator on the elevator. Don't jump in line when you're waiting in line.

These small things are the embodiment of a person's morality and the display of public morality. Someone has said that God will open a window when he closes a door. God's door may be closed unintentionally, but He will let you shine when you reach out to open the window. When you open a window, you will have a room full of sunshine and beauty.

A piece of banana peel picked up casually may save an old man passing by from the danger of falling. This is a small effort, but it is a kind thought that prevents others from suffering. Maybe one day you are sick and go to the hospital to see a doctor, and the attending doctor is the old man's son. It is precisely because of the old man's safety and health that the doctor can treat the patient with more peace of mind. Perhaps this assumption is based on utilitarian thinking, but who can explain the cause and effect in life? Doesn't the "butterfly effect" just explain this point? Although the kindness of "small kindness" does not carry the thought of reward, the unexpected joy gained is also a kind of happiness in life.

I have to think of the frowning host who persisted on the TV screen at the cusp of the news - Bai Yansong. He uses his wisdom and agility, responsibility and fraternity to see farther and deeper than us. He is well aware of the darkness and backwardness of society. He is well versed in the unpredictability of people's hearts. He knows that "this is the furthest road." He knows. Even if you are shattered to pieces by yourself, you cannot immediately improve the backwardness of some areas. Therefore, he frowned. However, in the book "Pain and Happiness", I clearly felt that there was an upward force supporting him, and he would never fall - that was the deep feeling in his heart. A land of deep love.

My family lives on the 9th floor. Every time I go home with my mother and get out of the elevator, I press the button for the first floor. I asked curiously why, and my mother said: I always take the elevator home at this time. Yes, no matter who you are, you will be in a hurry to get home, so you don’t want people to wait longer on the first floor. My mother’s words taught me that if I always pay attention in life and think about others, I will give more warmth to others.

I think of the opening sentence in "A Tale of Two Cities". This is the most prosperous era, and this is the most depressed era. We are always wandering, struggling, and hesitating in the cracks of the times. Heaven, earth, and the world are so immeasurable that there is no place for them to stand. But I think that no matter what era we live in, we should face the world and live with forgiveness and love.

I think of such a group of people. Most of their generation were born at the sunset of the late Qing Dynasty and the early morning of the new century. The ancient civilization ushered in the throes of new life. They are one more person than any other generation. Anxiety, confusion and hope. They lead the people and describe the future through their pens or in various meaningful ways.

This is the era of Weibo. On Weibo, we can truly see and feel casual love in a concentrated way. Children are the future of the motherland, but the fate of different children is different. In order to rescue begging children, a random photo-taking activity to rescue begging children appeared on Weibo. We don’t need to be deliberate, we just need to take a photo of a begging child on the road and upload it to Weibo so that more people can understand and help parents find the child or hope that parents with missing children at home can use this information to find themselves abducted. children. In order to enable poor children in rural areas to read, a public welfare activity has appeared on Weibo to send books to the countryside. We only need to donate our unused books, so that the poor children in rural areas can absorb more and better knowledge...

I don’t know how many people have been yearned for by the article "Xiaoyaoyou" , "The water hits three thousand miles, and the one who surges up ninety thousand miles", how cool and heroic! For a time, there were countless fans and immortals, and escapist and laissez-faire works were rampant. However, one wise man stuck to himself and remained soberly unmoved. In the prevailing trend of metaphysics, Wang Xizhi insisted on his own style of writing, going against the trend of "pure heart and few desires, especially good at metaphysical words", and wrote a beautiful prose "Preface to the Lanting Collection" with direct feelings, sincere words, simple and natural words. It has become a treasure in the treasure house of Chinese classical literature!

Pairs of working hands will play for you the sorrow and music that binds ordinary life. A city symphony can make your full soul extend endlessly. You are a builder exposed to the scorching sun, and I see the bricks and tiles you laid. Your sweat soaks into the grand blueprint of the city, and your heart seems to fly to the sky. Maybe the job at the bottom makes you humble and allows you to escape, maybe your mind is bigger and broader, maybe it is our harshness and stinginess, but the construction of the city needs you, and the world needs you.

This is a cliché. However, in real life, people often choose "not to do" because they have not benefited. Instead, they have the mentality of "doing good is tiring, let others do it." . As everyone knows, fishermen who go out to sea fail to repair a small leak, or fail to pick up banana peels on the sidewalk in time, which may cause serious consequences. If a painter accidentally tightens a screw when painting a boat, , if the pedestrians passing by picked up the piece of banana peel, then all the serious consequences would not happen. However, the most unbearable thing in life is the word "if".