Narrative with traces as the theme.

I believe that you will always come into contact with composition in your study and work, especially narrative plays a very important role in writing. Narrative is a stylistic form with narration and description as its main forms of expression and description of characters experience and the development and changes of things as its main content. So what does a good narrative look like? The following is my carefully arranged narrative with traces as the topic, for reference only, and you are welcome to read it.

The wind blew away the dirt and dust, but it took away the traces on my mother's face representing the wind and frost and the years, and the marks left in my heart.

I don't know when the traces of years appeared on my mother's face and hands, and I don't know when. Because of the years and my mother, the traces in my heart are getting deeper and deeper.

Do you remember when we laughed together? On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, we held a "Moon Shooting Contest" and ran as fast as we could, as if our laughter were hidden in every corner of the world. I ran with a smile, looking at the moon like a disk in the sky under the moonlight like water and under the picturesque mountain. At that moment, who covered the marks on your face? Why is everything as pure and beautiful as the moon?

Do you remember the time when we worked hard together? It was my first time to take part in the competition. Every day, you will be nervous about my participation and pick out mistakes and shortcomings for me again and again. Remember I once told you to give up. I will never forget your encouragement ... cicadas keep barking in the sun, as if to make the sun more vicious. The heat and noise in the crowd upset me. Sweat oozed from my head, and an idea sprouted in my heart: give up or not. My mother asked me with concern after seeing it, "What's the matter?" Just three simple words, but they are engraved in my heart. Too clear! The marks on the face are more and more obvious, even the hands are rough. I gave up this idea, my heart was bleeding ... I stood on the stage in a trance, and the applause from the audience suddenly woke me up from my deep sleep. Shooting around in panic, I was surprised to see my smiling mother. Mom, why are your wrinkles so clear that they hurt my eyes, penetrate the deepest traces in my heart, penetrate the past and shine with dazzling light? I also spoke with tears in my eyes. ...

Do you remember the sad time when we were together? Failing the exam again and again adds traces that belong to you. But it was you who shared my sadness and made me cheer up and smile forward. But behind that smile are little-known tears and little-known traces in my heart.

"Time always throws people away, turns cherries red and plantains green." Looking at the deepening marks on your face and smiling at you, the marks you left in my heart are getting deeper and deeper. ...

It was you who gave me the courage and strength to move forward, left a mark in my heart and told me to work hard and go upstream. And your more and more obvious trace is the price of all this, leaving an irreparable scar on my heart.

However, having you in this life is enough.