Excellent narrative compositions in senior high school.

The characteristics of narrative: reflecting life through vivid events and expressing the author's thoughts and feelings. The central idea of the article is contained in concrete materials and expressed through vivid descriptions of people, things and things. The following are five excellent narrative compositions collected by me for reference.

Excellent Narrative Compositions in Senior Three Five (1)

Xinkai school

This week, I spent seven days writing seven diaries about the college entrance examination. New class, new teacher, new environment, new beginning.

I think senior three students are really honored. Every teacher is an excellent elite teacher, and everyone is very responsible. Be conscientious and work hard.

Of course, this is just the beginning. We haven't got to know each other yet. But I am full of hope for them, just as they are full of hope for us.

I think the college entrance examination is a battle, a battle of my own, and it has nothing to do with others from beginning to end.

The college entrance examination is just a quiz in life, but it is the only opportunity I can grasp after so many years of hard work. Nothing special, just give me a chance to turn over. But this opportunity is enough for me to go all out to win and seize it.

The head teacher of the new class said that the college entrance examination needs hard work, that is, it challenges the limit of physical fitness, and everyone's physical fitness can't stand it. We should strengthen exercise from now on. Physically, I can't stand it. I have to rely on the strength of will to support.

Believe in yourself and the future.

Almost every teacher is telling us about the college entrance examination in their eyes.

The math teacher said that a student was so nervous the week before the college entrance examination that he couldn't sleep for a week. Also, some students actually overslept in the college entrance examination, and some forgot to bring their admission tickets &; Hellip& amphellip Today we listen to these things as if the audience were watching a play, but each of us clearly knows that the next battle is that we will go to the battlefield to fight. These things seem ridiculous to us, and maybe we will do the same in the future. Nobody knows.

Some of them make the college entrance examination easy, while others make it scary. I don't know what it is, and I don't want to believe others. I want to experience, experience and feel by myself, that is what belongs to me in the distant world.

Excellent Narrative Compositions in Senior Three Five (2)

Station reunion

I dragged my suitcase and walked in slowly.

"Friend, please go through the security check." I glanced at the man in uniform and nodded slightly to show my understanding. Then I put the suitcase on the security machine and watched a bag wrapped in rice behind the suitcase, which was slowly "swallowed" into the dark mouth of the machine by the security machine. I walked to the other side of the security machine and quietly waited for my suitcase to come out.

Breathing and inhaling are full of frown and depression. Just as I picked up my suitcase, the wind suddenly blew. I saw an aunt in thin clothes not far from me, with her arms around her and gently rubbing her arms.

I bought a ticket, but I sighed lightly. There is still more than an hour before the bus leaves. After that, I finally found a place in the crowd and sat down. When I opened the phone lock screen, I saw the aunt again.

The weather is gloomy, and the oppression that made me uncomfortable before is getting bigger and bigger. How many leaves have blown off outside the door?

First, she looked at the time on the screen at the ticket gate, and then strolled to the edge of the stone pillar. After she took out her mobile phone from her trouser pocket, she kept tapping with her fingers, only to see that she seemed to be waiting for something and paused for a while. Then, her shallow eyebrows slightly wrinkled.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, which wrinkles the clothes of passers-by and her dark yellow hair. She scratched her head with a mobile phone in one hand, then looked up and looked around. Her eyes were fixed on a corner, and then she lifted her feet and walked to that corner. She picked up the phone again and tapped her finger on the screen. It was a little dark, and the light of the mobile phone screen hit her face and fingers. I am not far from her. If you look closely, you can see that her face is a little black and yellow by the sun, and her rough hands are covered with fine lines.

"Boom!" There was a sudden thunder in my ear. It's like an engine being suddenly turned on.

The wind blew hard, blowing in the dust and rubbish outside the door.

The rain is falling, and even the glass walls are wailing.

People, swishing along, the dark crowd suddenly poured into the hall.

She's anxious. She looked around more and more frequently, clutching her mobile phone and trying to walk to the door, but she seemed afraid of the surging crowd. Pacing back and forth, pacing back and forth. Her frown became tighter and tighter, and even sweat oozed out.

Another thunder violently tore the crowd away from her place until the place where she was pacing was almost occupied.

What should I do? What should I do?

She struggled clumsily in the waves like a drowning man. I can't see her complete posture any more, only occasionally I see her head floating in the sea of people, and her staring eyes, full of fear, despair and persistence.

The wind is ruthless, and the rain is ruthless. Just outside the door on the other side, this damn weather actually sent another wave of people in! This makes me a little angry and unhappy when I am sitting in my seat but still being squeezed around, but fortunately, I am not the only one who feels this way. Many people still fled the hall in droves, and the downpour of thunderstorm wiped them out.

I looked at the gate and saw that she didn't know when she was carrying a bag wrapped in rice. She was desperately squeezing and drilling, holding a white mobile phone in her hand. She gritted her teeth and walked in the crowd. The collision between people, the friction between clothes, all spark in generate, and the mobile phone is almost pinched out of shape.

The heavy rain hit the glass as if to break it, but it also wonderfully blended some people.

Men, women and children burst into tears and hugged each other tightly, but then magically disappeared into the rain.

In the crowd, I saw her eyes looking around, suddenly stopped in one direction, and suddenly bloomed with brilliance, regardless of how people around me collided with themselves. That direction, like a magnet, now attracts her attention.

I followed her eyes. Similarly, a young girl is looking at her with a big backpack, and a happy expression jumps on her face. I seem to understand something.

The crowd was still fierce, the girl was knocked down and almost knocked down, but their glued eyes never separated. My heart can't help pounding. The distance is slowly narrowing, the collision is getting worse, the thunder is getting denser and denser, and the rain is getting more and more urgent.

Mom, I, I miss you so much &; Hellip& amphellip, I understand girls' mouths. The girl is so excited that she seems speechless. She is holding a rice bag and can't hug each other. They smiled with tears in their eyes. She couldn't wait to open the bag to reveal many kinds of agricultural products, then angrily pointed to the corner where she had just been and shook her mobile phone.

"This broken mobile phone has no signal at all, and you can't get back my news!"

"Mom, it's not. But my mobile phone is dead, so I don't need to send text messages online. "

My eyes have been following them, and the figure that sticks together tightly is reunion.

They passed the corner marked with WIFI, then disappeared into the rain and were erased. It was a difficult reunion.

Excellent Narrative Compositions in Senior Three Five (3)

fortune

"We'll see! I hate you this time! I will never come back! " This gargle told his sister before the accident, and now he is really dead.

Harry doesn't know how long he will die, and he doesn't know how to spend it. He hasn't finished his homework. Before he said this, he wished he could do more for his sister. How he wishes he could say sorry to them and everyone; His mother, his father, his best friend Pete and even his favorite female classmate Jerry &; Middot, it's dark. Say goodbye again.

But now he is in another world, waiting to go to the other side of the sky blue. He didn't know how to convey his thoughts until he met Arthur &; Mdash& ampmdash A funny-looking man who has been dead for many years, he secretly returned to this world with Harry to say goodbye to relatives and friends and express his apologies and love to them.

This is a touching and soul-touching fable of human nature.

Britain is a typical country, but it has a long tradition of witchcraft and desire. Middot Potter's popularity reflects that this culture is deeply rooted in people's hearts. The other side of the sky blue was born in this cultural atmosphere. It describes the little hero Harry's wandering experience in the world as a ghost.

1. Never let the sun go down when you are angry.

Before going to bed, you must never be angry or hostile to others, especially to the person you love, because you may lie down tonight and never get up again tomorrow morning &; hellip& amphellip

Harry is like this. He slammed the door before he died. He was killed by a truck. Harry wanted to see his sister very much, so he apologized to her and said he didn't mean to. He knew that his sister didn't mean it at all. She must be in as much pain as he is now. Harry especially wants to "go back" to see her and tell her that he really loves her. But it's impossible. Harry can't go back. Because he's dead.

Someone once said that every day should be arranged as the end of the world, so that you will find that there are still many things to do and too many "untimely". I didn't have time to finish my homework, change the water for the fish at home, say "thank you" to my grandfather, and say "I love you" to my relatives and friends. & amphellip& amphellip

Regret and regret, the two emotions that people are most unwilling to see and experience, are also the emotions that people are most likely to think of when they are dying. Not many people really die with hatred, but more people leave their "hometown" and come to "another world", full of love for life and regret for not cherishing time.

Why not regret it? Of course. Then do what you want now. Tomorrow is not an excuse for you to escape.

Second, isn't death the end?

Where should people go after death? Isn't death the end? No, Harry gradually realized that nothing is "finished" or "finished" when a person dies.

Next stop, Harry should go to the other side of the sky blue, which is reincarnation, but now Li Shu is wandering in the "other world". He doesn't know where he is going. There is no real map here. Although you have never really lost your way, you never know your exact position. Harry can't go to the other side of the blue sky. He is not going there. Neither did Arthur. He has not found his mother yet.

Those who have not fulfilled their "unfinished wish" can't go to the other side of the sky blue. This is obviously the author's imagination. Influenced by British witchcraft culture, the author thinks that there are ghosts in the world, which may be superstition, but the author's central idea of loving life is beyond doubt.

Death is not liberation, death can't solve anything, it will only increase your guilt for your relatives and friends.

Third, forgive me, Ya Dan.

Harry slipped back to his hometown to see what would happen to others without him. He didn't see anyone else feel sad about his death, at least on the surface. However, one poem after another and one article after another made Harry feel the blessings of his classmates. Indeed, "you no longer exist, but life is still there!" " "

When Harry comes home, he wants to apologize to his sister Ya Dan. He concentrated, tried his best to control the pencil and wrote down his love for his sister. His heart is calm. Although I am sad and sorry, I am calm. Harry felt it was time to leave and never come back. You know, sometimes, you must be strong.

Know how to move forward tenaciously, face it bravely, and don't be afraid to say sorry. No one is a saint, anyone can make mistakes, but don't forget to apologize. This may be the only thing you can do to make up for the harm you have done to others and show your love for your loved ones. Don't hurt others, and don't hurt the people you love. Family ties are the most precious wealth in the world.

Fourth, the other side of the blue sky.

People reach the other side of the blue sky, just like a fallen leaf. This means death, but it also means rebirth. Leaves fall, become a part of the soil, a part of life, and return to their roots. Harry is standing on the shore, with the sea below. But the sea is not water, but a force. Harry thinks this may be a huge ocean of life. It is time to say goodbye. He doesn't feel sorry for himself. He felt sorry for those who were still alive after his death, because her death made them sad. Love life, but don't fear death. He just wants to show his love for his family and life.

Who isn't? We all love our loved ones and all the people beyond words. It is also a kind of happiness to be full of love when you disappear.

In the book, the author Hill explores life sensitively and patiently from the perspective of a child. Harry, the hero, tries to return to the world of life and meet his school, family and people he once loved and hated. This kind of travel is impossible in reality, but the continuous journey in the novel seems to him to be an inevitable progress to reach a certain place. As a result, he gradually discovered the truth of life, including all the hearts he had not had time to grow up: nostalgia and cherish the subtle feelings of life, understanding and forgiveness of feelings, and learning how to love and say goodbye.

Suddenly I feel how wonderful it is to be alive: although there is a lot of homework, we can read and write; Although there is no luxury villa, we can still feel the wind blowing on our faces; Although there will be bumps and bumps, there will still be relatives and friends around. Cherish life and cherish everything we have.

The famous best-selling author Anne Baby prefaces the book and writes: "The biggest difference between people is actually the attitude towards death. How they face death determines how they will choose to treat life. Therefore, the significance of this book is not only for children but also for adults. "

On the other side of the sky blue is a "little book", like a fairy tale. "Little Book" is not long and has no flowery rhetoric, but it makes us understand the beauty of life between life and death.

Read the diary of a cowardly child.

This is an unusual diary, with cartoons and graffiti, as well as text descriptions. The hero Gray is a junior high school boy. He is kind, honest, intelligent, playful and scheming. His mother asked him to keep a diary. In addition to loosely describing interesting or unforgettable things, he also drew many cartoons. In his diary, Gray described how he mastered the adventurous middle school life, how he cleverly avoided the school singing competition, and most importantly, how he kept a secret from anyone. He often tries to play tricks on others, but he is played tricks on; He often tries to do good things but is self-defeating; He was embarrassed many times, but he saved the day. He is neither a good boy nor a bad boy, just an ordinary boy; He is a little selfish, but he will stand up to protect his friends when it is important. Hellip& amphellip In short, he met all the troubles that teenagers often encounter: his parents wouldn't let him play video games, his brother Roderick bullied him, his younger brother Manny always got him into trouble, and the girls at school thought he was just wasting their time, and he was on and off with his best friend Rowley & hellip; & amphellip

This comic novel caused an unimaginable sensation all over the world. For the success of this novel, the author Jeff &; Middot Ginny felt a little careless: "I must admit that when I wrote this book, I didn't expect it to cause a sensation in the future." I just want to create a realistic boy image. I write this role with the mentality of an adult, so in my opinion, Gray is a miniature version of an adult. I don't want this novel to be one of those childish children's books that only fool children. At the same time, I try not to treat them like condescending adults. I want to find a balance between the two, which can make adults feel valuable and make children happy. "

1. Millennium cheese

The hero Gray spent a Christmas without any miracle. In order to pass the long and boring snowy day, he and his good friend Rowley ambitiously want to make "the biggest snowman in the world". But the snowman was destroyed because he angered his father. Gray is unwilling to be lonely, and he will have fun again in a few days. When sending kindergarten children across the street, he created a "bug incident" to scare the children and framed Rowley, which led to a "serious" friendship crisis. He successfully resolved the crisis and regained the trust of his good friend Rowley.

Confidence is a plant of slow growth. Trust is the precious wealth of life. This wealth is a kind look at you when rumors strike, a firm companion on the way forward, full support when encountering difficulties, and a heart lamp to drive away the pain when being slandered. I don't know if you have found out that the word trust is based on the word people. What does this mean? In order to trust and win the trust of others, we can't betray friendship like Gray. Of course, don't forget to apologize for doing something wrong.

Second, huge debts fell from the sky.

At the beginning of the summer vacation, Gray started a tug-of-war with his parents: they insisted that their children go outdoors during the summer vacation. But Gray prefers to stay at home, play video games and watch soap operas. As a last resort, Gray followed his friend Rowley to the country club, where they ate something and owed a "huge debt" of $83. Therefore, they have to work as hard as they can to pay off their debts.

It is a child's nature to love to play, but you must master a degree in everything, or you will regret it. No one wants to experience regret. Shelley said, "If you regret what you can do because you are weak, you are even weaker." Yes, there is a shadow of weakness in Gray's imperfect character, but he dares to take responsibility for his actions, which is his bright spot.

Everyone has a kid in his heart, and everyone had all kinds of troubles and embarrassing things when he was a child. This may be why Diary of a Cowardly Child attracts everyone who reads it. Pupils read this set of books with longing for junior high school life; Middle school students read Diary of a Cowardly Child as if they were reading another self. After college, I miss my wonderful junior high school life very much.

Diary of a Cowardly Child is a relaxed book, full of modern flavor and vigorous enthusiasm.

Excellent Narrative Compositions in Senior Three Five (4)

Towns and bulls; Burn out smoke

When I find these words, please forgive Cang Xie for not creating everything. I lament that I can't carve it clearly.

The western plateau is the beginning of my blood gushing. But now I am thousands of kilometers away from it to outline it. The barren land of "eight mountains, one water and one field" only accounts for 1.8% of the country's barren land. The vast loess dresses up the solemn valley. If the left-behind old people are silent in the developed center of the four directions, I turn my back ungrateful.

I am not a wandering wanderer. I'm just a prisoner who has forgotten his hometown several times. But that sallow hunchbacked old man sneaked into my dream countless times and put me in his bottle. I dreamed of him, and he dreamed of me, seemingly carefully protecting me from the wind and sand, but it seemed to bind me not to leave. A few tears fell on my face that didn't match his color. In the bottle, I watched people gawk at the withered rotten wood, quietly embedded in the cracked dry soil, and finally became followers of Huangshan Mountain. The children in their hometown set off several times and never came home again. The people who stayed behind guarded one empty mountain after another, guarded the dry river and guarded the thin faith. I longed for a shower, and then it became another painting.

Waiting for a cool breeze all night, but not making wine, writing a page of Sichuan water can't change your worries. In the tall building, I lost everything in a trance, relying on the old man to shed tears in the bottle. Once vowed to protect the soil under our feet, now we have to build tall buildings off the ground. Drooling can't tell the absurdity, but pursuing detachment. The old man said, son, when will you go home &; hellip& amphellip

Looking back, the man who was feasting was venting cynicism unnecessarily, but he personally hollowed out the mountain that raised him; The proud and poor young man who walked in the dusty frontier was exiled by the blood that wanted to get rid of this poor country. From worshipping the existence of God to coveting people who are super-secular, it's just a greedy sweep of ancient trees? The body full of desire climbed on the fallen branch, saw the eagle soaring in the wilderness, and pretended to spread its wings. People in my hometown are not like this, but why are the old people shaking and crying &; hellip& amphellip

Dream of fireworks all over the sky all night, the stars can only be eclipsed. Outside the countryside, I found that the breeze brewed wine when I was covered with frost and my face was old. I couldn't catch the fireworks, but unfortunately I got lost in a foreign land and went to build another palace. I really want to go home.

Once the summer rain was warm, the winter snow was cool, and the green trees and red leaves accompanied the mountains and rivers; An old man who once sang with his children in the wind; Old people who once owned countless minerals; An old man who used to have beautiful scenery &; Hellip& amphellip, please take me home.

Sniffing a wisp of mountain smoke and stroking the tired lines of ancient trees, the road was muddy and bumpy. Only when dreams are exhausted, thoughts are far away from Wan Li.

Back home, I also hope that the smoke will be gone.

Excellent Narrative Compositions in Senior Three Five (5)

The lingering fragrance in the wind

The glorious Tang dynasty has long since passed away, but poetry has still flowed in people's hearts for thousands of years; The ancient Greek city-state has long since declined, but the spark of freedom and democracy has still spread and burned in deeper and wider land for thousands of years.

King David the Jew's ring says, "Everything will pass." Yes, nothing lasts forever. No matter how magnificent the building is, it will eventually turn into a handful of broken soil in the dust of history. However, the thoughts and beauty we create will become the lingering fragrance in the dust of history after their carriers and bodies are annihilated, and will never disappear.

When Zuo Guangdou was killed by Wei Zhongxian, his throat bone was ordered to be ground into powder, which was swallowed by Wei Zhongxian and Zaijiu. Even the throat bone was completely broken, and Wei was completely relieved. So, how do you write and suggest? He didn't know that he was drinking a lifetime of fear. The pride of Lindong party member is immortal, and their souls have become the eternal nightmare of the wicked, as well as the eternal tragic masterpiece of history.

Yes, nothing will pass. The past of form foretells eternity.

Now, in this era of rapidly changing scenery around you, have you ever smelled the lingering fragrance in the wind? Gu Long once said that where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are people living, there are inheritances and heritages. There are so many people who feel the loss of intangible cultural heritage, so they urgently want to rebuild and carry forward it. There is nothing wrong with this, but there are many cultures that, with the passage of history, have long been difficult to sit on today's brilliant top spot. Their position should become a fragrance in the wind, a bonsai of people's spiritual home, and nourish our feelings silently. These heritages are inevitable. Traditional aesthetics, or customs with a little superstitious color, have never dissipated around us. We just want to stubbornly recall the vigorous commemorative form, and we will resent their passing posture.

Not everything is worth or can be a lingering fragrance in the wind. The dialectic between death and stay is the most sensible consideration of nature and history. When the surface gradually melts with the wind and sand, the inner core is slowly revealing its essence. The hourglass left by time can let us see the true value of a thing better. Dunhuang in the northwest once had a complete and clear flying sky, but for those who painted it, it was just a mural; Today, although it is full of holes, it can bear the weight of history better. A real masterpiece must be washed by the wind and frost of history, and then some of it will die, but more truth, goodness and beauty will remain.

In our time, do we want future generations to look back and find some immortal spirits? Then let the bubble of literature and the packaging of the market fade away, just like every drop of wine doesn't return to the grapes, what is lost will die forever, and let them all disappear in the wave of time. We all stood on the shore to see them off, and they would only run away with the wind.

At that moment, I seemed to smell the lingering fragrance in the wind.

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