Narrative composition 1 spring rain, like a gentle girl, selflessly moistens all things on the earth and makes them thrive.
We stood with umbrellas in the drizzle, which dripped on people's cheeks. While watching this gentle drizzle, we felt the coolness it brought us, which made people relaxed and happy. That light rain was like a continuous silk thread falling from the sky, so tiny. Spring rain is very strange. It is looming, as if playing hide-and-seek with human beings, and as if hanging in the air through layers of transparent curtains.
Spring rain will make a "tick-tock, tick-tock" sound, just like a beautiful song, magically floating from all directions, and the notes will gradually jump. Just like Miss Chunyu is having a concert of her own, Miss Chunyu uses her "singing voice" to lead people into a poetic realm.
In the spring rain, you can breathe fresh air, and waves of fresh air are accompanied by spring rain and spring breeze. I reached out and touched it, as if something soft had been put in my hand. When the rain drops on my hands, it is so refreshing and makes people feel very comfortable!
Chunyu is a gentle and considerate little girl, which is different from the rain in other seasons. It doesn't rain cats and dogs like summer rain; It is not like autumn rain; More unlike the winter rain, chilly, so heartless.
Spring rain has brought infinite beauty to people. Let people feel its uniqueness, its freshness and its wonderful "singing"!
One day on the third day of narrative composition 2, Teacher Zhang told everyone that the Tang Dynasty was published and encouraged us to contribute. I am very happy after listening to it. What a glorious thing it is for my article to be published in newspapers and magazines and read by so many people!
When I came home from school at noon, I told my mother that I also wanted to contribute, and my mother said that I could. So I asked my mother to print out my article and give it to Baoying Daily. I was very excited from the day I submitted the manuscript. Every day when I get home, I ask my mother for Baoyingbao to see if there are any articles on it. However, one day passed, two days passed, a week passed, a month passed, and I didn't see my article. Gradually, I was disappointed: it seems that my article cannot be published.
This incident hit me so hard that I was depressed for several days. However, I quickly broke free from the pain and decided to start from scratch. I think: my article has not been published, and it must have failed to meet the requirements, so I have to be more serious. So, I spent all my time watching TV every day reading books and read a lot of extra-curricular books carefully. In this way, I can learn rich nutrition from other people's articles, bit by bit, and accumulate over time. Finally, there are many things to grind, and the level of my article is also high.
After a while, I took out my favorite work, Putting Sparrows, and submitted it. To my great surprise, this article was published in several magazines soon and won many awards! This greatly increased my confidence. Since then, I have published such works as Washing Dishes and Listening to Dad's Past Stories. Now, my article has been published on Baoying Education Network and other web pages!
Confucius grew up in adversity, but Zhang Haidi didn't give in to fate. They are all our role models. Failure and frustration are common things in people's lives. Only by not giving in to setbacks and bravely forging ahead can we create a brilliant life! We should regard setbacks as tempering ourselves. As the saying goes, "The peak of the sword comes from tempering, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold"!
Narrative composition 3 natural, strange? You might say, isn't that where we live? Actually, it is not. Nature is alive and more thoughtful. You may laugh, sir, please don't disagree, because you and I are both in danger.
Life is born in nature. How can you and I not understand nature? We are children of nature. Are humans still aware of this? I look at our city, which is still magnificent, but who can see the smoke, waste water, dirty lanes and gloom? Wake up, human. I ask myself every day, what will the world be like when I grow up? Do you really want to move to the moon? Please wake up and don't let the benefits smoke again.
Narrative composition 4 went out to play for a few days, and just stepped into the house, a refreshing smell came to the nose.
"Mom, what perfume do you use?"
"Smell it carefully. What is it? " Mother sold it on purpose.
I couldn't wait to take off my shoes and run down the balcony. Ah! What a beautiful jasmine! Jasmine girl is wearing a green skirt from deep to shallow, dotted with countless white eyes of different sizes, and wearing a white headdress in full bloom, which is very beautiful!
I crouched down and looked at this handsome jasmine girl. Molly girl stretched out her soft arms freely, and the leaves on her arms changed from light green to green, and the newly grown leaves were light green. Countless green fingertips have sprouted buds the size of rice grains. Small buds lie quietly in the green tent of the calyx mother, so small, so dense and so many that people can't help but want to touch their sleeping smiling faces.
The buds growing next to Xiaomi are full of nutrition. They happily open their sleepy eyes and carry white lanterns, trying to climb to Miss Molly's head. These budding little buds must be in a hurry to attend the blooming jasmine dance.
You see, jasmine girls are dancing hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, with layers of white gauze-like dance skirts. As they waved their sleeves, a fragrance came to the nose. Looking at their United, innocent and lovely group, I was deeply intoxicated. I seem to be one of them. A breeze blew and I danced with them happily.
I gently picked a blooming jasmine flower, put it in a teacup and sucked it slowly. A strong fragrance filled my mind, long, sweet and soft. ...
Narrative composition 5 homework, we write every day, and sometimes we complain. But what we don't know is that the homework is written by ourselves, not for parents, nor for teachers, let alone for teachers to explain.
The significance of homework lies in: it can consolidate the knowledge learned that day, accumulate the process, connect the knowledge inside and outside the class, and lay the foundation for learning. Requirements for homework: good quality, fast speed and concentration.
In the past, when doing homework, the quality was good, but the speed was not fast and the homework was not serious. Go to the toilet for a while, drink water for a while, rest in bed for a while, and walk around for a while
Mommy often calls me, so I do my homework carefully.
After listening to President Li's speech under the national flag this morning, I know that I am doing my homework for myself, not for others.
Narrative composition 6 concerns
Some people say that the degree of development of a country depends on the degree of concern for vulnerable groups. In fact, most of them are beggars and vagrants. When people are in a hurry, will anyone really pay attention to a beggar? I didn't believe it until that day came.
It was a gloomy afternoon with a continuous drizzle. As usual, I was walking home, but my eyes were attracted by an umbrella on the ground next to me. In that position, there is usually a disabled person who makes a living by selling calligraphy works. He has no arms, but his handwriting with his feet is amazing. Today, in addition to my disabled uncle, there is also an aunt with an umbrella.
I remembered that I had promised my friend to send her a painting before, so I went forward and asked, "Do you still sell calligraphy today?" Uncle smiled: "It's inconvenient to rain, so come back when it clears up." My paper and pen are a little wet. I'm afraid they would have been soaked if this kind man hadn't given me an umbrella. "I was taken aback, the aunt who opened an umbrella was just a passer-by! It's hard for me to imagine a person who is not related to me helping himself on the roadside. I can't help but cast my wondering eyes on my aunt.
Aunt still has food in her hand. She should have just bought it and was about to go home. She smiled and said, "Little girl, if you bought calligraphy, you should remember me." . I often help him collect money and get ink here, and sometimes my family will come to help. "I'm more surprised. My aunt even mobilized her family. It's like treating my uncle as a relative. Aunt saw my surprise and smiled gently: "Oh, it's also the neighborhood of the neighbor's house. It's hard to see him sitting here alone. "
My doubts gradually turned into understanding and moving. I smiled at my aunt: "You are really a good man, and you will definitely be rewarded." He got up and prepared to continue walking. At this time, it rained a little hard. I saw my aunt move her umbrella to my uncle's side, and her left shoulder was exposed in the rain, getting wet by the rain bit by bit. I opened my mouth to say something, but my aunt just shook her head. I had to walk forward without saying a word, and the cold rain seemed to turn into a warm current, flowing in my heart.
We often say that we care about others and attach importance to vulnerable groups, but who can really care about them and then help them? Aunt may not have bought my uncle's calligraphy or even given him money, but she made me feel the highest concern with her personal actions. That is to treat the vulnerable groups as friends or even relatives, without the help of hot pillow. As usual, just bring a cup of tea, send a bottle of water, hold an umbrella and chat with them on the roadside. This is caring.