In our ordinary daily life, we all often come into contact with composition. Composition is a narrative method in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in their memory in written form. So how to write a good composition? The following is a 700-word narrative essay on the star that leads me forward that I carefully compiled. You are welcome to learn from it and refer to it. I hope it will be helpful to you.
I went for a walk and passed by the door on the second floor. I saw a couplet - the word "Qiu Jin" is full of vitality, strong yet soft, just like him, the star that leads me forward, the star that leads me forward. The brightest star in my life.
As a calligrapher, he has no pretensions at all. Have you ever remembered? Write the Spring and Autumn Period with a big pen! He always let me stand at his desk and let me watch him pick up the pen, swaying it, and the ink splashed. Press! It's a critical stroke, and it's just right to mention it slightly at the end of the stroke. He smiled so heartily that when he wasn't in school, I would stand next to him and watch for dozens of minutes. He seems to have been practicing calligraphy all the time. An old man in his 80s has a lot of time. Morning, noon, night. I asked him: "You are so old, why do you still practice calligraphy?" He did not answer, just waved his pen: There is no end to learning!
These four words are always implemented in his actions. Still remember! The sound of the piano can also condense silk and bamboo! One evening, I was sitting alone at home, and suddenly there was a burst of piano sound, which was intermittent and incoherent. Even I could hear that it was clumsy. But the player was probably extremely serious, and the sound was like beads on a broken necklace, one after another. So I followed the crisp sound, and the closer I got, the more pleasant the sound became. Looking from the second floor, the old man was sitting by the piano, stroking the keys with his pale and aging fingers. I laughed: "You are so old and you are still learning piano?" Hearing the laughter, he turned around and laughed too, his smile was hoarse, like an old-fashioned semiconductor radio. It seems to be saying, don't laugh, just wait and see - so, after a while, the sound of the piano became smoother and more melodious. When I went to and from school and listened to the sound of the piano, I would think, there is no end to learning. , Live until you are old and learn until you are old!
But no matter how strong and studious he is, he will grow old. More unforgettable! A body of pure Qi moves and stops! He loves walking. One day, I came back from playing basketball and met him downstairs at home. He was dragging his body and walking slowly. He saw me and slowly put his five stiff fingers with layers of loose skin into his pocket, then slowly pulled them out and made them into fists. Turning to me, he slowly but surely slipped his hand into mine. A handful of candy fell from the cold yet warm hand. I was stunned and forgot to say thank you. Looking at his hunched back, I came to my senses. I caught up with him and wrapped his hand with mine. He smiled again, and in that smile I saw an old man moving forward, and in his eyes I saw the sunset.
He passed away a few years ago. He, Grandpa Xu, is a famous calligrapher in Sanming. But to me, the important thing is not that he is a calligrapher, but that he is the star that leads me forward in my life.
He taught me to be persistent, eager to learn, optimistic, and friendly, and told me that there is no end to learning.
He is like a star hanging in the sky. O great and endless sky, may this star rest forever in your arms and continue to guide me forward!