First-year narrative composition

In our daily study, work and life, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from compressed and concise language that we can understand to developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. What is the composition you have seen? The following is the first-grade narrative composition I collected for you. Welcome to read the collection.

A few days ago, a lovely bird with black feathers and a sharp mouth flew to my house. Sadly, its foot was hurt.

After a few days, the wound still didn't heal, so I walked up to it gently and held it in my hand. I gave it medicine and wrapped it in gauze. I caught a bug and gave it to eat. After a few days, it recovered and walked around on the balcony.

I set it free and let it fly freely. I'm really fine.

Raising birds is not easy. We should protect animals.

It's snowing, it's snowing, white snow flowers are falling from the sky, and there is a lot of snow on the ground, which is very beautiful.

My brother and I went to the snow with washbasins and buckets, and made a beautiful snow child with buttons as eyes, batteries as nose and carrots as mouth. My brother took photos of Zi Xue and me very carefully with a camera.

My brother and I watched the lovely snow children, sang and danced, and had a good time.

This morning, I went to my grandpa's house to play. I saw a chicken with a young black feather, just like wearing a black hat. I asked my grandfather, "Why is this chicken so strange?" Grandpa went over and said, "Because there are many kinds of chickens, the color and shape of chicken feathers are different because of different varieties." I see. I see.

Today, my parents and I went for a spring outing, and the warm spring breeze blew on my face, just like my mother's hand stroking my face gently. Walking, I found that buds appeared on the trunks on both sides of the road, and pieces of wheat seedlings were green. The earth looks like a green coat, and rows of wheat seedlings are arranged neatly, just like children doing morning exercises.

Look, a group of little white sheep are in the grass, some are eating grass, some are playing, and two little sheep are fighting with their heads! How cute!

The first grade narrative composition 5 Ding, Ding ... The bell rang. The students ran from the classroom to the playground to play. How lively it is to see the playground!

Some jump rope, some kick shuttlecock, and some tug-of-war. I only heard the cheerleaders shouting: Come on, come on. Both of them worked hard, pulling and sweating. The game is in progress, and I don't know which team will win. There is a shuttlecock kicking next to it. The action is very beautiful. I saw badminton flying up and down. It looks like a swallow. Very beautiful.

How time flies! The bell rang and all the students went to class. Ten minutes before class, everyone had a good time!

I like the spring when everything recovers, the autumn when everything is fruitful, and the winter when everything is frozen and snowy, but I prefer the summer when flowers bloom and grass grows.

In the orchard, the fruit is ripe like a lantern and tastes sweet. It is really loved by millions of people. This fruit is called apple. Now grapes are sour and sweet, so I like many kinds of fruits.

Listen to dad: people used to like summer best. They can fill their stomachs in summer and only eat wild vegetables stored in the warehouse in winter. Alas, people in the past were really bitter.

I like summer.

In my yard, there are several good friends as big as me. One of the girls named Li Ya had a birthday one day. I went to her house with two girls. Aunt prepared a birthday cake and put it on the table. We light candles and sing birthday songs.

She made a wish, she blew out the candle in one breath, and we wished her a happy birthday with cheering applause!

One day, I caught a cold, and my mother came back quickly and picked me up and ran to the hospital. I was so scared when I hung salt water. My mother comforted me and I got up the courage. Before I called, the doctor put my hand on a box and tied it with a tape. It doesn't hurt anymore. I cried happily, but when I saw my mother, I felt a new feeling in my heart.

Today, my parents took my brother and me to visit Wenzhou Museum. There are many cars coming and going outside the museum. I saw many people in the museum. There are dinosaurs, geese, tigers, chickens, sharks and leopards in the museum. These animals are fake. Later, I heard from my parents that these animals are all specimens.

My mother told me that these animals were made by someone, and I think they are very powerful. I also went to see the tools used by ancient people. When I came down, I saw some uncles and aunts dancing and singing. One of them taught me to learn Xinjiang dialect "Hello".

I also drew a picture of the Year of the Sheep at the door. I made it with my mother, who instructed me to draw it at the front. Later, we went home. I think we had a good time today.

At noon today, we will issue certificates and prizes. We are all looking forward to what prizes or certificates we will get. My heart is full of sweetness, daydreaming! The teacher is here, holding a pencil case, pen, diary and eraser, reading out certificates and prizes.

I saw the first prize in the calligraphy competition. The prizes are pencils and erasers, and a certificate. It's my turn again I used to look like a good student, and the prize was a pencil case. Ah! My heart is racing. My deskmate is Su Xingyin. He got an excellent young pioneer and a diary. The teacher said, "There will be a bigger prize next time. If you work hard to get "three good students" and "excellent class cadres", you will get greater rewards.

The first-grade narrative composition 1 1 "Ding, Ding ..." When the bell rang, the students rushed outside to play like birds flying out of cages, and the campus suddenly became lively.

Look, some people are in groups of three, two people are dancing rabbit, and some are playing Lamian Noodles. Looking at the long and thin Lamian Noodles, I really want to take a bite. Some lined up to play with eagles and make chickens.

Suddenly, the bell rang and we reluctantly returned to the classroom. The lively campus became very quiet.

One day I was so thirsty that I quickly poured a steaming cup of boiling water. Looking at the water, I really want to drink it all at once, but it's too hot. I took a chopstick and stirred it desperately in the glass. After a few minutes, the water was not hot. I sighed and put the chopsticks in the cup. I was about to drink it all at once, and I was surprised-my chopsticks were broken.

I took out the chopsticks, which were still intact without any cracks. "When light enters another transparent substance from one transparent substance, the propagation direction will change," Dad said. It seems that there is a lot of knowledge in life that I don't know. I need to observe it carefully and ask others for advice before I can get the answer to the question.

I am very happy after the second class in the morning.

The teacher played chicken with us and we had a good time. Teacher: When the eagle caught a group of our children, we were sweating profusely, so I stopped playing. Kick shuttlecock with classmates who don't catch chickens with eagles. Just as we were having fun, the bell rang and we happily went back to the classroom to prepare for class.

I spent ten happy minutes between classes today.

Today, my mother and I went to the strawberry base to pick strawberries. When I came to the strawberry base, I saw several greenhouses covered with plastic paper. The greenhouse is very big. There are many red strawberries in it. Some strawberries are small, like red pearls, and some are bigger, like small lanterns. My mother and I picked a basket of strawberries in a few minutes. Mom went to another greenhouse to pick strawberries. The greenhouse was also big and spacious, and there were many strawberries. I didn't want to go in, so I went to my aunt to choose strawberry seedlings and take them home to plant.

First-grade narrative composition 15 This evening, my father took me to catch crickets.

Crickets are jumping, so we found one on the grass and jumped on it. Soon we caught three.

I took them home and put them in a cage, and then I watched them carefully.

I found this cricket wearing a black coat, with two long tentacles and two pointed tails. Suddenly, I heard the sound of "cricket cricket". It turned out to be the sound made by father cricket rubbing his wings, just like a beautiful piece of music. It's really nice!