Urgently ask for some narrative compositions or materials ~ ~

What kind of student are you? High school or junior high school or primary school? Then I'll give it according to junior high school ~

1. Time is like a song-my junior high school life

A touch of long-lost sunshine sprinkled on the foot of the table, lit up the test paper and gently stroked my cheek. Work hard here again and try your best to win again. Every exam means a step closer. My junior high school life is coming to an end in a fleeting time. These three years, the years are like songs, singing too many indelible memories in my mind.

Three years ago, I stepped into a strange campus with fresh anxiety and excitement. The trees next to the playground are dazzling green, and the snow-white teaching building is so spacious that I smile at everyone in ignorance and feel at a loss. At that time, strange faces have become so kind and warm. How can you remember the first meeting three years ago? My junior high school life drew a shining star in the corner of the calendar, humming a prelude gently.

On that occasion, who put his arm on my shoulder when I sobbed in a low voice? At that time, when I was at a loss for a math problem, who was whispering in my ear? At that time, when I almost gave up because I failed the exam, who held my hand and encouraged me? It is you, my classmates. In the second day of junior high school, the grades are sometimes good and sometimes bad, and they have been unstable. Be confident when you do well in the exam, and slack off when you don't. My good friends often gather around me to discuss, analyze their mistakes, improve together and make up for their imperfect lessons. When I fall behind in my homework, you always lend me notes to make up copies and tell me questions, and I just say "thank you" stupidly. My junior high school life, you have accumulated strength for me, and the tenderness before the chorus is written for me.

In a blink of an eye, the word "Grade Three" was written in front of my name. The schoolbag is getting heavier and heavier, and there is more and more knowledge, which makes struggle synonymous with my junior high school life. Time flies like an arrow, I refuse to stay for anyone. I try my best to stay ahead and seize every minute to work hard for the senior high school entrance examination. In laughter and tears, carve out a road to success. I sang the climax of the song in junior high school loudly and went forward bravely in the torrent of time.

Time flies like a song. Junior high school life has left me too much beauty. I will cherish the flying years.

Looking at the distant sun, I smiled and flashed my years, my life. ...

2. My teacher

My teachers are all very good at teaching. Teachers from all walks of life showed their 18 treasures of weapons, each with its own unique skills, which made me feel fresh.

Chinese teacher

The Chinese teacher looks unremarkable, but he reads widely. It is no exaggeration to use "educated, educated" to describe talented people, which is exactly what the sentence "concentrated is the essence"

She is very gentle with us. They often recommend famous books to us. They are our good friends. She pays attention to cultivating our reading ability. Writing methods never require us to memorize, but teach us how to broaden our thinking and write more novel things. What's better, she always gives the least homework among all the major subjects. But some students think that teachers are easy to bully. In Chinese class, they often say: you talk about yours, I'll listen. In fact, my mind has long since deserted.

Math teacher

The math teacher is the monitor and the head teacher of our class this semester. She is very strict in the management of classes and even grades. He has a pair of deep and handsome eyes, which are called "eagle eyes". If you do something against school discipline, as long as she looks at you, it will make you shudder.

The math teacher is meticulous about everything. No matter how many papers and homework you have, you can finish correcting them in one night. the next day

As soon as class begins, the mouth of the whole class becomes an "O". The math teacher's thinking ability is still very strong, and almost all the problems have become a piece of cake in her hands. Her eagle eye and her powerful thinking ability must be the contemporary "Sherlock Holmes".

This semester, she often sends us some difficult papers, which broadens our horizons. But we still benefit. In class, the students stare and listen carefully, and never dare to interrupt or joke.

Physics teacher

The physics teacher is knowledgeable. If you have any questions related to textbooks in class, he will give you a satisfactory answer immediately. Sometimes in class, he will bring some strange instruments to show us unexpected phenomena in class, which will make us dumbfounded and wonder why. He has a good temper, so sometimes he is so disciplined in class when he is in the laboratory. At that time, he always motioned for us to sit down and said loudly, "Quiet, quiet, or the teacher will be angry!" " "But he never gets angry.

Various factions have different blade tactics, but they all seek a "essence" and a "reality". They have been encouraging us to keep moving forward.

3. My mother

My mother is a teacher. She works as a teacher in a primary school in * *. She goes out early and comes back late every day. She gave her students a lot of precious things, but I couldn't get them. Sometimes I am even a little jealous of my mother's students, thinking, I wish I were my mother's students!

My mother, a pair of small and intense eyes, although a little small, but with that majesty. Shallow eyebrows, straight nose and small cherry mouth are all beauties on her oval face. Many people say that mom is beautiful and happy, but she just doesn't show it. Although mother is forty years old, she is well maintained! Teachers often worry about their students. If they have more troubles, they will naturally have more white hair. But I don't know why, white hair and my mother didn't have a chance. Up to now, her hair is still black and bright, making others think that she is not old. Mom has a good figure, but she has one shortcoming-"big ass." Whenever I talk about her ass, she will certainly defend herself like this: "What's wrong with her big ass?" It's not good for a woman to have no ass! " I don't know what to say!

At work, my mother is diligent and earnest. Every day, she will give lessons to her students and never complain. Mom is very patient. If a student has any questions she doesn't know, she won't give up until she finishes teaching the student union. Sometimes, she even forgets to have lunch in order to give her students an extra lesson. She didn't get home until after half past six in the evening. In order to correct students' homework, she often stays up late. Finally, my mother and I made some achievements. My mother has won the title of "excellent teacher" many times.

At home, although I seldom see my mother every day, my mother's love for me will not decrease. Every night, my mother will wait for me to fall asleep before going to bed, and she will get up several times at night to cover me. My mother will try her best to buy me something I want to eat. ...

Mom, I am proud that you are a competent mother and even more proud that you are an excellent teacher!

4. My sky is normal.

The river flows quietly, quietly …

The Chinese rose in front of the door is blooming desperately, as if to burst the bud.

There are flowers and grass in the yard, round and strong, and the yard is clean.

This is my home, ordinary and quiet.

My family is like this, so are my parents, ordinary and honest.

Mom and dad are my guides on the journey of life.

When I have nothing to do, I always like to put a small stool in the yard, sit on it, take a book, enjoy flowers in the yard, wander in the book, and blend in with the author's thoughts. My father cooks in the kitchen and my mother washes clothes in front of the door. All this is so harmonious and beautiful. When eating, my parents always like to ask me about my school and encourage me to study hard. Everything is so ordinary and calm.

When other students are upset that their parents forbid watching TV, I'm not worried at all, because my parents understand and care about me, and they never stop me from watching TV, because they know that I won't get tired when I play.

On the contrary, they will encourage me to watch TV. Both mom and dad like the host Wang. The program hosted by Wang is colorful, lively and interesting, and the questions raised in the program are very helpful to my study. So every program, my parents accompany me to watch, let me write down some topics that are beneficial to my study; Sometimes when I am not at home, my parents will help me write down the questions, and they will test me when I go home. This has enriched my knowledge of history and geography. Everything is so meaningful.

The senior high school entrance examination is coming, and many parents come to the school to ask the class teacher about their children's study, because I know my parents, they won't come, and they are busy with work.

But one day I changed my mind. Inadvertently, I saw the head teacher and two familiar figures talking in the distance. I recognize them as my parents. ...

Everything is so selfless.

My parents are my guides on the journey of life. They created a blue sky for me and let me fly freely.

5. My season is my decision.

Smell the flowers, the grass is in front of us, the snow melts into spring, and birds sing in the world.

The word "youth" reveals the taste of spring mud everywhere. Young people don't belong to proud summer or beautiful winter, but we are us, colorful spring.

Ice and snow, like smoke, disappear, no nostalgia, no unbearable. Please raise your hand. We are the real heroes in our class. Looking up, we walked on the way to school with our heads held high. The pure campus is full of spring, no fame, no sadness. In the ocean of knowledge, we set sail, and on the road of life, we will never hit a telephone pole and never look back! At the peak of culture, we stand proudly, at the bottom of our hearts, we will never give up, our youth is full of pride, and we will never be conservative.

Wandering in spring, we are resolute and decisive; Spring flies and looks back like a dream.

Smelling the fragrant rice, carrying the charm of the old saying, I went to Qiu Lai in spring and laughed at the sunset.

The word "youth" sometimes reveals the taste of autumn leaves. We don't have Taibai's heroism as a poet, and we don't have Li Qingzhao's national hatred and family hatred. We are still us, with charming autumn charm.

The flame is gone and the sun is still setting. No sorrow, no sorrow. Wave a hand and wipe away the tears of injustice, and we are more mature. Shake your head and erase your sadness. We are still looking up on the way to school. The bright examination room is still familiar, and I don't want to bow my head after the exam. After the storm and waves, we set off again, knocked down the telephone pole, and moved on! We will never fall when we are hit, and we will never let go until we see the finish line. The enthusiasm of our youth remains the same, and we must stick to it.

Our youth, our autumn and our season are our masters, and we will never bow down on the road of life.

6. My ambition

What makes those people successful? What makes those people praised by the world? Besides sweat, the most important answer is that they have lofty aspirations. It is ambition that urges them to work hard, work hard and try again! Everyone has an ambition. My ambition is to be a writer.

The writer's ambition mainly comes from the influence of his family. When I was a child, I always stared at the tall bookshelf. I always love to smell the faint book, and I always love to hear my parents mention those resounding names: Wen Yiduo, Lin Yutang, Zhu Ziqing, Balzac ... My mother told me, "When you can read, you can read and even write books." Although I didn't have a thorough understanding of writers at that time, the seeds of that ambition had taken root in my heart.

Ambition has also become my motivation to learn. When I went to primary school, my desire to be a writer became stronger and stronger. When I opened the thick books and read the true feelings between the lines, I realized that writers are also a great profession. They use pen as their mouth and words as their language, influencing people. Since then, my admiration for writers has gradually turned into admiration.

Of course, I know that a writer must have a profound literary foundation. So, I subscribed to many literary magazines, tasted the articles of great writers, and drew nutrition from the fine works. I also joined the ranks of small reporters in Jianghai, and went to Zhenjiang to collect folk songs, and gained a lot of creative materials. I read a lot of ancient poems, learned a lot of writing skills, improved my literary accomplishment, and made the article shine. Visit Shanghai, Qingdao and other places, enjoy the magnificent rivers and mountains of the motherland, enrich your knowledge and broaden your horizons. ...

While reading books without words, I also carefully read books with words. When I saw my favorite book, I didn't buy it, borrowed it or rented it, and I had a roll in my hand, and I wanted nothing more. When the teacher announced that he would do excerpts, I was ecstatic, and everyone else was depressed and complaining. Through these channels, my composition level has made a qualitative leap.

Only by constantly pursuing one's ambition can it finally become a reality. I deeply understand this eternal truth. I believe that in the near future, my address to writers will change from "he" to "I".

7. My troubles

It is a fact that everyone has troubles.

At school, I am as happy as an angel, but sometimes I cry because of a classmate.

At home, my strict mother nagged me all day, either making me do this set of papers or doing that exercise.

With the passage of time, I changed from a primary school student in grade one to a student in grade six. Those troubles came to me like a date, one after another.

"Fang Fang! Why don't you do your homework? " My mother stood in front of me and shouted. Sharp eyes staring at me. What I expected happened. I was silent for a while, and my brain was looking for an excuse to escape. "Fangfang, did you hear that!" Mother raised her voice and shouted. I suddenly had a flash of light, squinted at the wall clock and said with a cheeky smile, "It's already 9: 30, it's time for bed. I'll make it up tomorrow. " Mom's mouth twitched a few times, and a few words popped up: "I don't care, you have to make it up tonight and add another one." After listening to this heavy additional homework, I couldn't help sticking out my tongue. Helpless, I had to take out my pen and do it.

I looked at the photos in front of my desk and remembered the happy time with my friends. I gave a wry smile:

"The little angel is not happy today!" I used to be a happy bird, but now I am like a pigeon in a cage. I hope that one day I can break free from the cage and fly freely in the blue sky.

8. My year of 2009

All the leaves of the phoenix tree have fallen out of the window. I don't remember when it germinated, when it flourished and when it turned from green to yellow. However, a year has passed here unconsciously. Looking back suddenly, I have lived for a whole year: I have struggled, worked hard, laughed and gained. ...

In the sixth grade, in order to get into the ideal middle school, the desk is full of test papers, materials and counseling books. Often children from grade one to grade five come home from school, and the classroom in grade six is still brightly lit. At this time, the frolic sound in the classroom disappeared, leaving only the writing sound of "rustling". Once, I shed tears for an unsatisfactory result; Once, I laughed for a little progress; Once, I won the first place ... in this land of sixth grade, I shed countless sweat and made countless efforts. Yes, life in the sixth grade is hard, but it is by no means monotonous. Looking back on those days, I still remember the words of mutual encouragement from my classmates, the humor of adjusting our lives during recess, and the full harvest. ...

When the broad green leaves of buttonwood cover the scorching sun, six years of primary school life is over, and it's time for us to leave. The school held a grand graduation ceremony for us in Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum Scenic Area. Putting down the heavy schoolbag, on that day, we climbed the Purple Mountain, relived childhood games, watched wonderful cultural performances, and played games with our friends all night under the starry sky on a summer night. This time I left, without tears, only the laughter like a silver bell remained in my memory.

The cool autumn wind took away the summer heat, and I stepped into a new big family-Nanwai Junior One (10) class. Here, I made new friends, met new teachers, and had a new environment ... Here, everything is brand-new and beautiful: foreign teachers' classes, drama classes, art festivals, community activities ... The brand-new educational concept makes me feel refreshed. In the vast sky outside, I fly freely and show my style as much as possible. I sigh that being an international student is my luckiest thing.

With the cheerful melody of the New Year, 2009 is coming to an end, and the new year is beckoning to me. This winter is particularly warm. Looking back on 2009, a whole year: there were laughter and tears; There are failures and successes; Pay, get more ... let me put them all in my diary, and I will face the new year with a brand-new look. 20 10 years, I will be a better self.

9. My lucky money

By the end of the year, the children's mood will be overwhelming and excited, and their naive and romantic hearts will be filled with incredible, bold and novel hopes and plans, imagining the year-end reward given to them by relatives and friends: lucky money. How much, and whether my goal can be achieved.

I vaguely remember when I was very young, many people, such as my aunt, uncle, aunt, menstruation, etc., handed me narrow and colorful pieces of paper, which creaked in my hand and kept repeating the New Year greetings from adults: Happy New Year, thank you. Whenever I meet a strange guest, I will shrink in my mother's arms or behind my father in fear. I still didn't buy it, so my mother had to accept the paper with gratitude, embarrassment and a little nervousness, with a satisfied smile on her face.

A few days later, my mother collected several pieces. Later, my mother recalled that there was not much money, just a dozen or twenty pieces, because she was poor at that time. In order to buy holiday gifts for relatives and friends, I emptied my savings and living expenses for a month. The lucky money given to me can really solve some urgent needs and life pressures. So all the lucky money at that time was taken away by my mother. I was just a signboard for my parents to collect lucky money.

After I went to primary school, every winter vacation, my spring breeze plan stood out from my stomach early, eager to dream what I would have. The latest dictionary. Just released CDs, game cards, Japanese cartoon picture books, stuffed Mickey Mouse schoolbags, colorful stickers and strange snacks, my desire to buy is increasing day by day, and I never thought that my mother could bear it. But every time I receive the lucky money, my parents will always give birth to thousands of reasons to take the paper money away from me with sweet words, and the warmth of the guests and my palms remains on it. I am a little reluctant, but every time I see my mother exhausted and thoughtful for the holidays, I feel a little sorry. Yes, in normal times, they are torn by life, scrimping and saving, and rarely buy clothes and snacks they like. Even if I went to visit my brothers and sisters, I was in a hurry to buy an unfashionable chemical fiber dress from the morning market. She looks rustic and over seven years old, but she will still be ecstatic and satisfied. My heart is full of incomprehension and confusion about my parents. Don't they know the popular colors of society? Maybe it's because the working environment doesn't allow it. They deprived me of my lucky money and nagged me about how to live without it.

Nevertheless, whenever the new semester comes and my heart is full of troubles and anger, my mother always puts the cleaned school uniform on my bedside early, and my father puts the brand-new schoolbag and study tools on my desk. My eyes gradually became a little confused. It turns out that for my future and future, my parents used lucky money to add motivation and courage to my tomorrow, correct those bad luxury habits and develop a good character from an early age. I was deeply intoxicated by their words and deeds.

After entering middle school, the heavy study task oppressed me, and my parents studied hard, but I was always addicted to the country of entertainment and enjoyment. Talk about social injustice, talk about strange things around you, talk about future plans, talk about flying dreams. As for the New Year's lucky money, I will put it in my pocket in time and make my own happy flying plan. I completely forgot my middle-aged parents.

However, this year's Spring Festival made me suddenly realize that the lucky money was actually bought by my parents with their hard-earned money. They contacted my friends in the shed with true feelings, paving the way for my growth and creation.

I gave my parents all this year's lucky money and asked them to help me deposit it in the bank to take care of my daily expenses, thus completely getting rid of the bad habit of spending money indiscriminately. At the same time, my parents' frugal and simple lifestyle gradually began to influence me imperceptibly, leaving a deep imprint on my heart.

10. My unlucky day

Today is really my "unlucky day"!

When I was studying in the morning, I happened to find a soybean and Zhu Zikai in the flower bed of our class. I smiled happily in my seat! I thought: how can I study with peace of mind? I was so angry that I had to give him a good pat. I didn't expect him to come prepared and avoid it. Let me lose my focus and wrestle. The teacher happened to see it and scolded Zhu Zikai and me together, saying, "Copy the text for me and recite it …". It makes my head swell. I saw a big tree on the playground swaying by the strong wind, as if bowing to the wind and repenting. Looking back at Zhu Zikai's clothes, they were wrinkled, as if they were smirking with malicious intent, and they were all wrinkled with laughter!

When I went to physical education class in the afternoon, a cold wind blew, and I couldn't help shaking, so I was pulled out by the Sports Commission. A few birds were twittering in the buttonwood, as if laughing at me. Later, the PE teacher asked me to help him move things. Alas, no way, only in this way can we "make amends"! I thought silently.

When I was in the information technology class, I thought I had everything and I could go to class with peace of mind. But Zhu Zikai opened it for me when it was not allowed, so I had to stand in the back and watch them play computer games. Eating Huanglian is really stupid. I can't tell you how bitter it is! The computer sounds like a sigh!

In the evening, my mother prepared delicious home cooking for me, including fish, meat and soup. It is really delicious! I want to eat a big meal and treat my stomach well.

To my surprise, a fishbone got stuck in my throat, alas! We managed to get it out.

When I was watching TV, I thought: Only in this way can I relax. Suddenly, the power went out and the TV screen was dark, just when he was sad.

Late at night, I lay in bed and thought: My unlucky day should be over! Unexpectedly, the nightmare came to me. ...

I hope these can be useful to you ~