600 words of narrative and environmental description essay

1. Please write a 600-word narrative essay for the high school entrance examination, including narration, environmental description, and lyrical sentences

1. The moon rises, and the yard is very cool and clean during the day. The ragged eyebrows are moist, perfect for making mats. The woman was sitting in the small courtyard, her silky and slender eyebrows twisted around her fingers. Wei's eyebrows were thin and thin, jumping in her arms.

2. In the spring and summer of 1937, there was a severe drought in the Yizhong Plain. In May, the bottom of the Hutuo River is dry, and the hot wind rolls up the yellow sand and dries up the red water willows that grow on the river beach. Trichosanthes and other small variegated flowers bloom at night and wither during the day. Farmers said: Don't look at the current drought, it will definitely be a flood year. However, it was not until the beginning of June that it rained heavily. The traders who came home from Peiping and Baoding to rest brought the news of Japan's invasion of North China to the countryside.

3. Inadvertently, snowflakes were flying outside the window. The belated snow was densely packed and fell rapidly to the ground in the gray sky. Countless lone lines were drawn in the sky, rotating with the wind. Flying, like catkins falling from the sky, filling the sky for a while.

4. Like a goddess scattering flowers, endless snowflakes fall from the depths of the sky, like a graceful fairy wearing a white skirt, paying tribute to all living things with graceful dance, and then gently covering the roof. On the grass, on the grass tips, and on the leaves, in an instant, the original appearance of all things was quietly covered up by the first snow since the beginning of winter, replaced by a thin layer of snow. In the blink of an eye, the snowflakes used the power of nature to It embellishes everything and makes everything mysterious.

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2. The composition is 600 words and requires narrative, language, demeanor, and environment to describe real people and real events

Today, I went with my father, mother, and brother. Traveling to Nangonpo in Bazhong. This was my first time to go to Nangonpo. I was very happy. On the way to Nangonpo, I saw it out of the car window: there were many flowers blooming on both sides of the road. Butterflies were flying around in the air... About two hours later, I saw something red hanging on it, oh! It turned out that there were several big words written on it, "Bazhong welcomes you." I read these words and thought to myself: What a strong feeling of hospitality! When we arrived, I got out of the car excitedly. My father bought two tickets (children are free). I walked in and saw a well. The resume said it was a well used by monks in the Yuan Dynasty.

There is also a mummy from the Qing Dynasty (a female). If you look carefully, there is white hair underneath. The mummy's appearance was complete, and I was filled with fear.

(Afraid that she would be resurrected.) Then my brother, father, and mother and I went to the zoo first. There were many animals in it, including snakes, monkeys, longevity turtles, lions, peacocks, guinea fowl, and crocodiles. , strange cow (with one foot on its body)... I saw many tourists throwing apples to the monkeys. Some monkeys were eating delicious things, and some monkeys were climbing around on the rockery. They were so cute. Then My brother and I came to the amusement park. There are pirate ships, frog jumps, windmills, trampolines, haunted houses, gossip mazes, Ferris wheels, boats, etc. Time passed unknowingly, and it was time for us to go home, children. If you come to Nangonpo next time, don’t forget to let me be your tour guide. I will definitely take you to more places. I’m waiting for you! Today is something I will never forget. 3. The composition requires 650 words of narration, language, demeanor, and environment to describe real people and real events

Generation gap, generation gap, obstacles, obstacles... "Why am I so tired talking to you, sir?" I asked my mother. Then he entered the room without looking back.

It’s like this every time, why is it so difficult to say a word, why do I always get into such quarrels with my mother because of one person, and my face turns red. When she gets angry, she says that I am becoming more and more rebellious, and I say that she is becoming more and more incredible. When she says that I am deliberately angry with her, I say that she is looking for trouble.

There was a small quarrel every three days and a big quarrel every five days. This life was really unbearable. A person silently weeps in the room and writes down a thousand or ten thousand bad mothers on paper. Maybe when we are twelve or thirteen years old, we are just dolls who only vent our anger on paper and eat snacks on the bed. , maybe when we are twelve or thirteen years old, we can only eat away the bad mood bit by bit like this. Why? When did my mother become so unreasonable? Why is there always an unbreakable film between me and her? .

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I threw all the books on the table to the ground, and suddenly my eyes lit up, what was it? In fact, it is just a composition book, but when I opened it and looked at it, I was so ashamed. The first article was in 1975 when the mother was 12 years old, and in 2003 when the girl was 12 years old. Each seemingly ordinary word hurt my eyes deeply.

It turns out that my mother was not born with a straight face, nor was she born to be a dominatrix who would curse when she was angry. My mother also had her moments of hesitation and frustration, as well as the five flavors of childhood sweet, sour, bitter, salty and spicy. She was also beaten by her father and scolded by her mother. Like me when she was young, my mother also loved to play and was very naughty. , it turns out they are all the same, there is no difference between us at all. I repeated what happened to my mother when she was a child, what she was wrong about, and what she was right about. My eyes became wet again. It turned out that it wasn’t my mother who was incredible, it wasn’t that she was looking for trouble, it wasn’t that she became irresponsible. It makes sense.

I opened the door and said, "Mom, can I tell you about that mother?" "Say it!" It was obvious that my mother was still angry, "I said it without thinking, It turns out that when you were a child, you were scolded by your grandpa and grandma to the point of tears. Isn't that right? Everyone is equal!" I laughed with my face red, "Damn it, girl!" My mother laughed from ear to ear. The snow has melted! Spring is not far away. 4. How to write a narrative of the Mid-Autumn Festival with more than 600 words and a description of the environment

Mid-Autumn Night Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, a day when thousands of families reunite.

As the saying goes: The moon rises over the sea, and the end of the world is at this moment. But this year we are not so lucky. There has been drizzle in the sky since morning, and the sky is overcast.

It seems that we will not be able to see the bright moon tonight. At night, our family gathered around the table to eat reunion dinner and chatted happily. My brother and I ate round moon cakes and looked at the night sky from time to time. We couldn't help but think of last year's Mid-Autumn Festival night.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, as soon as we finished dinner, my grandfather and I and my family couldn’t wait to go to the Han River to enjoy the moon. "It's out, it's out" I shouted excitedly.

The moon showed half of its face from the clouds, as shy as a little girl. Slowly, the round moon rose, like a big jade plate. The moon was like a fairy wearing a white gauze skirt, spreading its bright moonlight to the earth, illuminating the earth as if it were daytime.

The bright moon was embedded in the sky. From the moonlight, I seemed to see sister Chang'e crying alone. She held Yumun in both hands and missed her relatives. At this time, my grandpa stopped me, "Look there, it's so beautiful!" It turned out that the shadow of the moon was reflected in the water, forming a moon in the water. The river water reflected the surrounding lights, and then set off the beautiful full moon. It really felt like I was in the water. in a beautiful picture.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but compose a poem: The moon is full in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the lake reflects the bright moonlight. The long river is like a scroll, and our family lives in Chanjuan.

When everyone heard this, they praised me and said, "It's not bad. I'm very excited and can even compose poems." I smiled proudly... What an unforgettable Mid-Autumn Festival night! Although I regretted not seeing my sister Chang'e during this Mid-Autumn Festival, I still had a great time. The whole family enjoyed the festival happily, and having a meal together was the most important thing. 5. How to write a narration about the Mid-Autumn Festival of more than 600 words plus a description of the environment

Mid-Autumn Night

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, a day when thousands of families reunite. As the saying goes: The moon rises over the sea, and the end of the world is at this moment. But this year we are not so lucky. There has been drizzle in the sky since morning, and the sky is overcast. It seems that we won't be able to see the bright moon tonight.

At night, our family gathered around the table to eat the reunion dinner and chatted happily. My brother and I ate round mooncakes and looked at the night sky from time to time, and couldn't help but think of last year. Mid-Autumn Festival night.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, as soon as we finished dinner, my grandpa and my family couldn’t wait to go to the Han River to enjoy the moon. "It's out, it's out" I shouted excitedly. The moon showed its head and half of its face from the clouds, as shy as a little girl. Slowly, the round moon rose, like a big jade plate. The moon was like a fairy wearing a white gauze skirt, spreading its bright moonlight to the earth, illuminating the earth as if it were daytime. The bright moon was embedded in the sky. From the moonlight, I seemed to see sister Chang'e crying alone. She held Yumun in her hands and missed her relatives. At this time, my grandpa stopped me, "Look there, it's so beautiful!" It turned out that the shadow of the moon was reflected in the water, forming a moon in the water. The river water reflected the surrounding lights, and then set off the beautiful full moon. It really felt like being in the water. in a beautiful picture. Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but write a poem: Mid-Autumn Festival, the full moon is full, and the lake reflects the bright moonlight. The long river is like a scroll, and our family lives in Chanjuan. When everyone heard this, they praised me and said, "It's not bad. I'm very excited and can even compose poems." I smiled proudly... What an unforgettable Mid-Autumn Festival night!

Although I regret not seeing my sister Chang'e this Mid-Autumn Festival, I still had a great time. The whole family enjoyed the festival happily, and the most important thing was to have a meal together. 6. Narratives with lyricism, description of the natural environment, and narration

My mother’s warning. Whenever the sun rises, I walk out of the house in a hurry, and there is always my mother’s gentle warning behind me: Slow down and ride the bike. be safe! I remember when I was in primary school, whenever the first golden ray of the morning sun shone on me carrying my schoolbag, I was used to waiting for my mother’s warm instructions: study hard and listen to the teacher! Day after day, year after year….

I like my mother’s gentle advice, which keeps me grounded; I remember my mother’s kind advice, which accompanies me to grow; I thank Yin Yin’s mother for her advice, which urges me to forge ahead. I remember that early summer morning, the sun was shining brightly, and my mother loudly told me when I was leaving the house: "Bring an umbrella, the weather forecast is for rain!" I didn't believe it, so my mother rushed out anxiously and handed me a folding umbrella.

As school was about to end, the first light rain in early summer really started falling, and the rain was pattering. The students waited helplessly in the classroom.

I was the only one holding a flower umbrella and walked out of school calmly.

Looking at the people on the roadside anxiously hiding from the rain, I felt an indescribable warmth in my heart. The love my mother gave me instantly overflowed from my heart and was written on my face.

I remember that winter, when I woke up early in the morning and opened the curtains, white snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and the sky and the earth were connected. A world as crystal clear and pure as if it were made of white jade appeared before my eyes, attracting me. I just wanted to rush into Xuehua's arms immediately, so I hurriedly picked up my schoolbag.

My mother's anxious warning came from behind me: "The road is slippery in snow, so be careful!" I kept saying yes like a bird just out of the cage, taking three steps and two steps at a time. Feeling his feet slipping, he sat down on the ground. I got up quickly and looked back. My mother was still looking at me, with a knowing smile on her face.

A lot of people slipped and fell along the way that morning, but I walked into the school steadily because I remembered my mother’s warning. From then on, no matter what I encountered, I no longer panicked. I walked steadily, even if there were scenery that tempted me again.

Day after day, year after year, my mother warned me to be tolerant of my friends and to be kind to others. If I don’t do things well, I should first examine myself. I should never take things that are not my own... Mother! Thank you for your gentle reminder, which strengthened my character and gave me a progressive spirit; Mom! Thank you for your gentle reminder, which quietly floated into my heart and made me feel my mother's pure love.

This great love is like the blue sky, like the clear lake water, like the most mellow fragrance. Because of your advice, I am the happiest person under the sun. 7. Narratives with lyricism, description of the natural environment, and narration

Mother’s warning

Whenever the sun rises and I walk out of the house in a hurry, there is always my mother’s gentle voice behind me. Reminder: Ride slowly and pay attention to safety!

I remember when I was in elementary school, every time the first golden ray of the morning sun shone on me carrying my schoolbag, I was used to waiting for my mother’s warm reminder: study hard and listen to the teacher!

Day after day, year after year... I like my mother's gentle advice, it keeps me grounded; I keep my mother's kind advice in mind, it accompanies me to grow; I thank Yin Yin's mother for her advice, it urges me to forge ahead.

I remember that early summer morning, the sun was shining brightly, and when I was leaving the house, my mother told me loudly: "Bring an umbrella, the weather forecast is rainy!" I didn't believe it, so my mother rushed out anxiously, handing me a Give me a folding umbrella. As school was about to end, the first light rain of early summer really started falling, and the sound of rain was pattering. The students waited helplessly in the classroom. Only I held the flower umbrella and walked out of the school calmly. Looking at the people anxiously hiding from the rain on the roadside, I felt an indescribable warmth in my heart. The love my mother gave me instantly overflowed from my heart and was written on my face.

I remember that winter, when I got up early in the morning and opened the curtains, white snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and the sky and the earth were connected. A world as crystal clear and pure as if it were made of white jade appeared before my eyes, attracting me. I just wanted to rush into Xuehua's arms immediately, so I hurriedly picked up my schoolbag. My mother's anxious warning came from behind me again: "The snowy road is slippery, be careful!" I kept saying yes like a bird just out of the cage, taking three steps and two steps at a time, only to feel a slip under my feet, and I sat down with a flutter. On to the ground. I got up quickly and looked back. My mother was still looking at me, with a knowing smile on her face. Many people slipped and fell along the way that morning, but I walked into school steadily because I remembered my mother's warning. From then on, no matter what I encountered, I no longer panicked. I walked steadily, even if there were scenery that tempted me again.

Day after day, year after year, my mother warned me to be tolerant of my friends and to be kind to others. If I don’t do things well, I should first examine myself. I should never take things that are not my own...

Mom! Thank you for your gentle reminder, which strengthened my character and gave me a progressive spirit; Mom! Thank you for your gentle reminder, which quietly floated into my heart and made me feel my mother's pure love. This great love is like the blue sky, the clear lake water, and the most mellow fragrance. Because of your advice, I am the happiest person under the sun. 8. Write a 600-word essay using narration

The time in the past no longer exists, but what is left to me the most is the memory of time. I once fantasized about turning back time, but I couldn't do it after all. Therefore, in my heart, all my past life left me were beautiful memories...

I recall the spring, when the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. season. We sang loudly and walked on the field path. Spring outings are the most attractive to children, but cooking and running games are even more enjoyable. We sat under the tree and looked at the sky. The sky is blue, and under the blue sky, buds have grown on the branches. I seem to see them growing vigorously, bathed in the spring sunshine. Those buds, aren’t we the energetic ones?

I recall summer, a season full of fresh green. In that small garden that belongs to me, there are countless small flowers and grass growing. The grass is green and shiny, and the flowers are blooming even brighter! Scattered flowers are scattered in the small garden. Although they are not as delicate as peonies or as fragrant as jasmine, they are still so charming, beautiful and lovely. In the distance, a yellow dot flew towards me, getting closer, getting closer! Oh, it turned out to be a bee, very small. It fell on a wild chrysanthemum, sucking the sweet nectar.

When it leaves, the pollen goes with it, accompanying the bees and settling down everywhere. Aren't the bees our hardworking gardeners?

I recall autumn, the season of harvest. The fields, as you look, are full of golden color, undulating with the wind, like a rolling wave of waves. In the orchard, apples and pears are hanging on the branches, so juicy and mouth-watering. Take a bite and the aroma will overflow, making you unforgettable for a long time. On campus, we chatted non-stop. We hadn’t seen each other during the summer vacation, so we couldn’t help but miss each other. During the summer vacation, we learned a lot. Isn’t that knowledge our harvest?

I recall winter, a season filled with warmth. Although the leaves have fallen, you can still occasionally see birds singing on the trees; although the grass has withered and turned yellow, it will grow again next year; although the cold wind on New Year's Day is still biting, the New Year's greeting cards are still there. There is warmth everywhere. It entrusts the friendship and sincerity of the classmates. Isn’t that blessing the long-lasting warmth?

I recall the past and look forward to the spring, summer, autumn and winter in the future. Let them be full of birdsong, covered with fresh green, destined to harvest, and filled with warmth. Let them leave more beautiful memories for me! 9. Write a composition about my grandparents, with a beginning and an end, a narration in the middle, and a description of the environment. 800

The person closest to me is my grandma.

Grandma is over seventy years old, with half-black and half-white hair, and deep wrinkles on her forehead, which record the vicissitudes of time. Although grandma is very old, she is still very strong. She is busy every day and never stays still.

Grandma has many grandchildren, and the child she loves the most is of course me. Keep whatever good things and good things you have for me, and pamper me no matter what. . Although grandma is illiterate, she loves to read books. Whenever I have time, I will read through the primary school textbooks I studied. Once, she said to me while watching: "You are so good now, there are people to help you study. Why don't you learn quickly? If you study well, don't let anyone say this or that. Alas! I wanted to study so much at that time. At that time, A very good teacher said to my mother: "Let your child go to school! You don't have to pay anything." But I didn't have that chance. My mother said: "Who will cook and do the work for her when she goes to school?" Let me go to school. Look at me now. I don’t know a single word when I go out. It’s so frustrating.” I always like to listen to her nagging.

Grandma is very hard-working. She gets up very early every morning, cleans the house and cooks. The whole morning, I was busy washing and scrubbing at home. After finishing the work, it’s noon and it’s time to make lunch again. I can’t take a break all day.