Narrative of spring

I believe many people have written compositions, especially narratives, which occupy an important position. According to the different writing contents and methods, narrative can be divided into two categories: simple narrative and complex narrative. What are the characteristics of an excellent narrative? The following is the spring narrative I collected for you, hoping to help you.

Narrative of Spring 1 The snow outside whirled, like someone rushing down from the sky, so it flew, dyed monotonous branches, scattered the roof and covered the earth. Silently dispersed, or blindly white, blindly boring.

I hid in the ward, surrounded by warm air, and the room was separated from the outside by a wall, but the temperature difference was very different. Even so, the hospital is still white, and every corner seems to be emitting cold air. I slowly raised my left arm, carefully, and my left wrist was wrapped in a thick layer of gauze. There is air flowing outside the gauze, but there is blood flowing inside the gauze. Because of the anesthetic, I can't feel the pain. I got up and walked around the ward alone. After a few steps, I sat back in the hospital bed, leaned on the pillow, turned around and closed my eyes to rest. However, there is still the sound of the wind blowing on the glass window in my ear, which is "whirring" and I can't help but feel a little scared.

The door opened and my mother came in. She took off her hat and gloves and handed me a bag of food. "Wow, steamed stuffed bun, mom, did you buy it?" I opened the bag and hot air splashed all over my face.

"Well, eat quickly! It's still hot! " Mother patted the snow on her body and said to me.

I took out a steamed stuffed bun with my healthy right hand and handed it to my mouth, but suddenly I remembered that my mother didn't have lunch either. I immediately handed the steamed stuffed bun to my mother. "Mom, you eat."

She shook her hand. "I just ate."

"Yes, mom, every time you buy me rice, you say you ate it. Actually, I know you didn't eat it. Just help me eat some. I can't eat so many buns by myself. " I stuffed the steamed stuffed bun into my mother's mouth. "No, mom, I touched your mouth. I have to eat it. " Mother smiled, as if tears were shining in her eyes, shining in the light of the ward. She finished lunch with me.

Every time, my mother buys me food, but I eat very little. She said she wanted to lose weight, but in fact, she always wanted me to eat more. I always feel that the days of being sick and hospitalized are boring. In fact, my mother has been taking care of me and accompanying me until I get well.

After dinner, we leaned against the heater. I lay on my mother's shoulder and looked out of the window. In the snowy weather, there is a touch of sunshine on it, which is so bright and warm. Where there is the sun, there is spring. This winter spring day is the great selfless maternal love my mother brought me.

Narrative of Spring 2 In the long river of my memory, there are many bright stars hanging, and they all shine with dazzling light. Now, let me choose one so that you can appreciate its beauty.

I remember when I was in the third grade, I didn't wear gloves to school on a cold winter morning. At the door of the classroom, my little hands were red with cold. I am going to be late again, so I have to bite the bullet and walk into the classroom.

It never rains but it pours. The second class is physical education class, and we run on the playground. A cold wind blew, snowflakes danced in the air, and my little hands could not feel their own temperature. Students put on gloves one after another, but I can only keep rubbing my hands and breathing, hoping that my hands will warm up soon.

Unconsciously, tears crawled into my eyes, and I kept asking myself in my heart: "How could you be so careless?" No gloves! " Just when I was full of remorse, a pair of pink gloves caught my eye, and a sweet and pure voice quietly reached my ear: "Put it on, it will grow cold peas."

I looked up, and it was Zhou!

"No, I did it. What would you do? "

Zhou pretended to be angry and said to me, "Take it with you! Stop talking nonsense! "

I hesitated and said, "well, no, you can wear it!" "

Zhou grabbed my hand and stuffed the gloves into my palm: "My hands are warm, not cold!" " Her hands are really warm, which made me think it was spring.

The world is blurred in my eyes, and tears can't stop falling like broken beads. I put on that pair of gloves, and Zhou smiled. It was sweet and beautiful. ...

From this incident, we became inseparable friends. She often helps me, and I often help her. I have maintained this friendship to this day. I believe this friendship will last for a long time. ...

Narration of Spring 3 Speaking of spring, people will see pictures of peaches, willows and green flowers. Today, I met the embarrassment of spring.

When I was having dinner, I felt itchy on the instep. When I took off my sock, I saw it was red. I don't know if it was scratched by me or strangled by my socks. Dad said to mom, don't buy socks that tight. "Mom said," this pair of socks is not the first day to wear. "

After dinner, my sister and I played with cosmic sand, and my neck itched unbearable. Grandma came to see it and said in surprise, ah, why is it so red? "At this time, I feel itchy. Open my clothes and see! My stomach is red and there are pimples. It's terrible.

My mother asked me to take a bath, and the whole family came to see me take a bath, but I found that the more I washed, the more red I became. Grandma quickly said, "Why? Take me to the hospital! " Dad said that it seems to be an allergy. But my mother and I carefully recalled the time after school and didn't eat allergic food. Mom looked up Baidu and knew that Lorelei could definitely treat allergies. Father came to find medicine. I quickly put the medicine in my mouth, drank the water and swallowed it.

After a while, my mother asked me to play the flute. I play and scratch like a monkey. My mother was angry and asked my father to take me to the hospital.

When I went to the hospital for emergency treatment, there were more than twenty people waiting to see a doctor before, so I had to wait. Slowly, my neck stopped itching and my stomach stopped reddening. The doctor said it might be pollen allergy.

Ah, you mean this spring is awkward?

Narrative of Spring 4 Spring has come, the grass has grown a sharp head from the soil, and the spring breeze has blown away beautiful peach blossoms, white, pink and yellow ... so beautiful!

The leaves on the tree slowly turned green. After the arrival of spring, we all put on spring clothes and observed the changes of nature with our families. Birds are flying around in the sky, twittering, as if to say, "Spring is coming, spring is coming."

Narrative of Spring 5 When a tree spits out its first bud, when the first spring thunder pierces the sky, when a flower opens a bright smile … Spring is coming! ! !

After the cold winter, rainy spring came. In spring, the weather gets warmer and everything recovers. Behind the school is now a large area of trees, which can be called "small forest". You can see all the flowers and trees at a glance. After a drizzle, the fragrance of the land came to the nose, which made people feel relaxed and forget all their troubles. Listen, there is a sweet voice in the distance. This is the voice of a bird. It praises spring in the branches. Butterflies are flying freely on the grass, swallows are singing spring in a low voice ... On the expressway, people are busy again. Adults are rushing to work, children are rushing to school and primary school, and everyone is busy in the past ...... The hard-working farmers' uncles in the "green" fields are busy planting rice seedlings in the paddy fields, "there is no need to return in the drizzle". Spring is a good season for birds to play; Spring is a good time to cultivate and sow; Spring is a new beginning for people ... the plan of the year lies in spring. What a promising spring!

Narration of Spring 6 Early in the morning, when I opened the window, the spring breeze brushed my cheek and a fresh breath came to my face. Oh! This is the spring we are expecting.

The spring breeze blows and the spring rain pours down. The mountains and plains are full of bright wildflowers, the grass is green, Miss Liu's notes have sprouted, the rape blossoms are bright and colorful, and the ice in the river has been cooked by Grandpa Sun. He can relax again. He sent us wonderful music to thank us. A fragrance of flowers attracted countless bees to collect honey. All plants grow under the protection of Mother Earth. Flowers are clusters. Crowds of people pushed each other as if to say, "Don't worry about me! I'm dying! Get out of the way! " Every word you say, every word I say, I am glad to have avoided this "disaster". The insects on the ground came back to life, formed a team and marched forward solemnly, probably looking for food to eat.

Spring is a beautiful season, full of vitality. How nice it would be to keep spring in the charming season!

The sky in spring is colorful. Why? Because this is a kite flying by children, thousands of kites are floating freely and rising gradually. How refreshing! Spring is so beautiful because the lively and lovely children are all dressed up. Without them, the world would not be full of vitality.

Here, I remembered a lyric: "If I am in No Country for Old Men one day, please leave me in your time. If one day I leave quietly, please bury me in this spring. Spring ... "

Spring narrative 7 The biting north wind quietly withdrew from the stage with winter. Spring has come, the breeze caresses everything, and the world begins to be full of vitality. ...

Looking up, the originally dim sun woke up, emitting bright light, and the sun shone on the body, warm and comfortable. People stretch and go out to work. "A year's plan lies in spring", and the new year has just begun. Who doesn't want to cheer up and make good plans for this year?

Step out of the house, look for the figure of the swallow and listen to the whisper of the swallow. They are small and exquisite, flying in the air in black dresses, like clear eyes, gradually stretching their hibernating hearts, making the dull mood happy at once.

"March is full of joy, and when I look up, I feel Qian Shan green." In March, the flowers on all kinds of trees have blossomed, red as fire, pink as clouds and white as clouds. A tree, like a blooming girl, dedicated its most beautiful charm to spring, attracting bees and butterflies to sing the praises of spring.

Spring is really a beautiful season. It seems that everyone should strive to produce the most beautiful flowers and add a touch of spring.

Spring is also easy to make people feel sad because of flowers. A thousand years ago, it was also such a spring. Li Yu, who has experienced national ruin, walks on the edge of the city and looks at the spring flowers and autumn moon in the past. Looking back, Zhu Yan has changed. The scenery outside the window is full of spring, but Li Yu's heart is already frozen as frost. He looked back in pain countless times in "cutting without stopping, especially tasting the taste of generals in his heart". In "the infinite country, it is easy to see when it is difficult, the water is exhausted, and the world is also". However, he didn't expect that without him, Tang and Song Ci would be eclipsed. Spring flowers failed to relieve his troubles, but his ci created the most beautiful flowers in the ci world. Throughout ancient and modern times, the glory and glory of many literati and military commanders have not appeared in the most satisfactory situation, and adversity has stimulated people's potential. Bloom is not only in spring, but also on a magnificent stage.

Dear friends, continue to persist, work hard and pay. Gorgeous flowers in life may bloom in any season. "The lotus leaves are infinitely blue the next day, and the lotus flowers are different in color the next day", which is Xia He's leisure; "Only a few clumps of chrysanthemums, newly opened fences and falling rooms" is the elegance of autumn chrysanthemums; "A few plums in a corner, cold ling blooms alone", which is the pride of plum blossoms in the dead of winter. There are bloom in all seasons of life.

Bloom is not only in spring, but in every moment.

This park is very beautiful, especially in spring. If you go in, it will definitely cheer you up. As if "the spring breeze blows over the ancient lake in Shanghai and the autumn rain soaks into Jiuzhaigou".

Where is spring? Where is spring? It grows in a small bamboo forest in spring. There is a small bamboo forest in the park. From a distance, it is lush and overlapping. In the near future, someone has soared into the sky. Some people seem to have just been born. But the pavilion is slender and has a unique flavor. In the early morning, the sunshine caressed the small bamboo forest affectionately. The transparent water drop is like a beautiful eye. At noon, the lovely scarab sang beautiful songs, crickets and ants playing the piano wore bright black dresses and danced gently ... The small bamboo grove followed the rhythm and formed a beautiful "park symphony".

Where is spring, where is spring, the joy of spring in the pond. There is a small pond in the park. Small fish and tadpoles live in it. They play with each other and chase each other. Uninterested fish are hiding beside them, spitting proudly, and underage fish and tadpoles are running after them, just like watching who swims fast in a race. They are free and comfortable. Small fish can do whatever they want, sleep when they want, and run when they want. No one binds, no one manages. Tadpoles can eat if they want, and compete if they want. Although the pond is small, it is full of vitality.

Where is spring, where is spring, and spring blooms in small flowers. See the park, why spend less money? There are many kinds of flowers in the park.

A group of lilacs, purple is so luxurious, white is so white, they are surrounded by each other, and the breeze blows like a cradle of flowers. In addition, it also exudes a fragrance that is intoxicating.

Wild chrysanthemum is not as noble as peony, not as gorgeous as rose, not as fragrant as narcissus, but it is natural, simple and calm. I like wild chrysanthemums.

The petals of Chinese rose flowers have thousands of shapes. Some hide out of sight, just like sleeping babies. Some are half open and half closed, like a shy girl. Some are gorgeous in the wind, some are withered, and the stamens stand on the branches like soldiers. The stamens of Chinese rose flowers are covered with small yellow particles, and the rich fragrance emanates from here, which smells very comfortable.

Wow! Spring is really nice. Bring the earth back to life and be full of vitality! Spring is so nice, it makes the world look beautiful! Spring is really good, driving away the cold winter and bringing us happiness and beauty.

As the saying goes, "a year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning", which is true. In the best season of the year and the best time of the day, I went back to my hometown with my mother.

The scenery along the way is very beautiful. First of all, I saw pink peach blossoms on the mountain, yellow spring flowers everywhere, willow trees sprouted, and green hardworking swallows flew back from the far south, as if to tell us that "spring is coming, spring is coming"!

Ah, how I want to fly kites on the grass with the children and feel the happiness brought by spring.

Spring Narration 10 Recently, it was discovered that the girls in the lower grades were always hanging around the gate of our class, only to know later that they were coming to see the boys in our class. I'm surprised how to chase boys and take a group. Maybe he can open a harem.

The origin of the matter is this. In the last exam, the third row of our class exchanged places with her class. The next day, I said I liked our class. My heart is suddenly filled with countless beautiful pictures of meeting. Show one or two first.

The girls chatted and walked into the classroom of someone else's class, all smiles. It seems that I'm talking about a popular star, and I'm not nervous about the exam at all.

When they saw him, they all had an enchanting smile, a defiant attitude and a little indifference. He is talking to his companions, laughing, cursing and pushing from time to time. He is wearing a school uniform, but he is pitifully thin, revealing a long neck and making people daydream.

They saw him in another class, just like the sunshine in winter, warm, and suddenly felt that he was covered with golden light. Even directly into the heart, so the heart becomes spring water and flows into the earth. They paused for a moment and stopped for a while, causing the boys behind them to swear. Finally, I looked up and found my companion blushed.

Or pretend to walk past him calmly, as if inadvertently glancing at his name, oh, that's what it says. Later, during the exam, I could see his side face at a glance, and his eyes were even hotter. Unconsciously, his name has been written all over the draft paper, which is really beautiful.

The test paper is still there, and I haven't written it, and a trace of inexplicable emotions comes to my mind.

I don't know how to describe such an experience.

Just to meet you.

Let my winter and spring flowers cover the earth.

(Isn't that ridiculous? Please forgive me. Love once in a while, our spring is coming! )

Narrative of spring 1 1 Where is spring? Where is spring?

Spring is in the green mountains.

There are red flowers here and green grass here.

There are singing and smiling orioles.

After listening to this song, do you know what I want to write-where is spring?

Spring is on the grass. Look, the grass is crawling out of the soil. At first, the color of grass was very light, only the size of nails. Slowly, the color of the grass deepened and grew a lot. In the distance, it looks like a yellow cloth with many green spots. All these explain one thing-spring has come to us unconsciously.

In spring, it is still on peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees. These trees, in spring, you won't let me, and I won't let you. Because they all want to blossom early and can't wait for people to see how beautiful they are. There are many flowers and bones on the tree, and some of them have blossomed. If it all blooms, it will really be a hundred flowers: red like fire, pink like chardonnay, and white like snow. Spring comes quietly to us.

Spring is also in people's hearts. Everyone took off their thick winter clothes and put on colorful spring clothes. Old people and children go to outdoor activities. The park is full of laughter and people are enjoying the charming spring scenery.

Now, spring is around us, playing with us and breathing fresh air together.

In spring, I think she is always with us, but sometimes she hides in a place where we can't see her but can see us, because she wants to make way for summer, autumn and winter. Before long, spring will quietly return to us.

Where is spring? Spring is around us.

Narrative of Spring 12 Spring has come, spring has returned to the earth, everything is revived, the willow blossoms are bright, the birds are singing and dancing, the snow and ice melt, the spring is tinkling, a hundred flowers are blooming, and a hundred birds are contending. Really beautiful!

It can be said that this weekend was very happy, because my mother took me to find spring.

In the stadium in spring, many people are doing sports, some are playing football, some are playing basketball, and some are playing table tennis and badminton. The children are playing games. ...

In the park in spring, peach blossoms and apricot blossoms are in full bloom, grass sprouts and turns green, and willow trees play with its long yellow hair in the spring breeze. We are wearing thin clothes and playing happily on the grass.

Ah, spring is really beautiful. I like spring best.

Narrative of Spring 13 Spring has come, and my mother took me to find spring this weekend.

The wind blows on my face, which is warm and comfortable. Spring has arrived.

The grass in the corner sneaked out of the ground, green and tender. It was spring.

Willow girl has long green hair. Spring has arrived.

A spring breeze blows, and beautiful kites chase each other in the sky, flying higher than anyone else. Spring has arrived.

The community where we live is full of colorful flowers, yellow, pink and white. Spring has arrived.

In the distance, swallows fly in droves from south to north. It was spring.

Ah, spring is so beautiful!

Narrative of Spring 14 Where is Spring? Spring is in children's eyes, written on children's faces and walked in our hearts.

There are flowers everywhere in the yard, and the flowers are competing for each other. Different colors have different poses. Some people stand up straight and say, "Look, how beautiful I am!" "Some people bow their heads shyly and hide in the leaves. In the grass, there are shiny dewdrops on the grass head, and the grass swings with the wind. " I don't know who put a transparent hat on me. "Green long hair weeping willow river, naughty spring breeze blowing. Originally, a beautiful girl was standing quietly, and suddenly her hair was messed up. She said to Feng Chun with her mouth, "Look what you have done!" The spring breeze seems to be scared, so I go to other places to play. The willow tree faces the mirror-like river and arranges it carefully.

The children came to the stream. They took off their shoes and jumped into the river to catch fish. They put their hands in the water and their feet in it. The little fish wiped their feet. They laughed and shouted, "Stop wiping, it itches to death!" " Ha ha ha ha! "Some girls came to the flowers, squatted down to smell the flowers and took off the bad smell in their hair. Several butterflies flew out of the flowers, waving colorful wings. How beautiful! Bees are buzzing, busy collecting honey and tirelessly forgetting to rest.

Nature is great. I made such a big and exquisite picture scroll, and my heart traveled in a picture scroll world with the wind and waves of spring.

Narrative of Spring Rain 15.

I reached out my cold hand and caught the raindrops falling from the sky. Rain as dense as silk fell on my hands, and then, rain

Raindrops are getting bigger and bigger, and they condense into crystal clear water drops, which are so big that they fall rapidly and fall to the ground, hurting my hand. It rained so hard that I was caught off guard because I forgot to bring my umbrella without looking at the weather forecast. Boredom, with the increase of rain, let it rush into my heart. Do mom and dad know I don't have an umbrella? When will they insist on me? Thinking of so many uncertainties, I can't help stamping my legs and frowning.

The rain came at me with the essence and the cold wind. I am busy zipping my coat, waiting for this annoying autumn rain to stop and go home.

Footsteps sounded behind him. Oh, which classmate is leaving again! I think. Looking back, I looked at who was going to pass by me. After seeing my face clearly, I raised my eyebrows. It was her. To my surprise, she stopped and stood close to me. Then she looked at my wet hands from playing with raindrops and squeezed her umbrella. Q: "Didn't you bring an umbrella?" I nodded, although I was surprised. She turned to look outside the school, pointed her hands to the left and asked me back, "Is your home over there?" "I was even more puzzled and answered gently," Really? "She put down her hand and smiled faintly." Shall we go home together? "I don't know what I was thinking. As soon as my brain was hot, I actually agreed, without considering how to go the rest of the way if her home is near me.

She spread out the small umbrella with red lace, and we walked slowly along the path. We squeezed into the umbrella of Little Square. The umbrella resisted the wind and rain and the cold outside, keeping me warm from head to toe. This red umbrella, like a small piece of spring, let the spring-like warmth fall on me and cover me. In this cold autumn, there is a small piece of spring, how I moved the girl who sent me spring!

It turns out that she is not careless. After a long walk, I saw her father waiting for her. She handed me the umbrella and said that she would lend it to me. I'm surprised. I thought borrowing an umbrella only happened in my own composition. I took her umbrella, but I didn't just catch her umbrella What I catch is a spring. This is the warmth of spring.

She helped me and brought me to spring. If everyone helps each other, won't there be warm ripples in our hearts even in the cold winter and spring?