Narrative prose is an article that expresses the author's specific feelings and emotions by writing a personal narrative. Narrative prose writes about people and expresses typical subjective feelings about life. Therefore, in teaching, we must take revealing the author's subjective feelings as the focus of narrative prose training. The following is a selection of narrative essays that I have compiled. Come and take a look at these essays. Selected Narrative Prose 1
The spring wind quietly opens the door of spring when we are not paying attention. In an instant, the rural land became full of spring and full of green. Ah, spring is so beautiful.
Look! Miss Chunyu came to the world with a magical paintbrush. She quietly came to the woods, put on new clothes for the trees, and painted the flowers with color. At this time, the grass also rushed out its head, waving and smiling to us. Are those the eyebrows of spring? Ah, spring is so beautiful.
Look! The thin ice on the river has melted, and it is dancing happily. Is that the sound of the piano that belongs to spring? So crisp and sweet. The hibernating little animals are gradually waking up, and the whole spring suddenly becomes full of vitality and lively! Ah, spring is so beautiful.
Look! Bamboo Ya'er, in the beautiful sound of Miss Chunyu's piano, opened her bright eyes, couldn't wait to get out of the soil, and looked at this beautiful world with a smile. The peach blossoms blushed with smiles, the willow trees swayed with long braids, the little swallows sang beautiful songs on the branches, and the bamboo shoots couldn't get enough of them. Ah, spring is so beautiful.
Look! The smell of children is everywhere in spring. With the arrival of spring, children are flying and playing everywhere with kites. Seeing a butterfly flying by, the children happily chased after it. People not far away were quietly admiring the graceful arcs of butterflies flying over, and the children's jumping footsteps added beautiful scenery to the spring scenery. Ah, spring is so beautiful.
Look! Miss Chunyu is here, "Swiss, swish, swish!" Miss Chunyu's beautiful singing wakes up everyone in nature. Everyone in nature has become the audience of Miss Chunyu, and they continue to give Miss Chunyu was frightened, and Miss Chunyu's singing became more and more beautiful unknowingly. Ah, spring is so beautiful.
Ah, spring is beautiful and colorful, so I praise spring. "The willows are green for thousands of miles, and the spring breeze warms thousands of homes." "The spring breeze boldly combs the willows, and the night rain conceals the flowers." These two poems are not enough to praise the beauty of spring. Indeed, Miss Chun is a painter who brings infinite beauty to the countryside! Its beauty is not only external, but also internal. Selected Narrative Prose 2
"Spring" is such a warm, beautiful, and uplifting word. She can always give us the happiest life and the most vibrant scene. She is in everyone's eyes It's different.
The arrival of spring is the arrival of spring rain. The "rumbling" of thunder is the prelude to the spring rain, and it is also the wonderful thing that we and the animals and plants have been waiting for. When it smelled the breath of spring, it couldn't wait to break away from the shackles of winter. It went through a lot of hardships in order to see the colorful world. Finally, the hard work paid off, and it broke out of the cocoon and saw. Spring floats by quietly. There are traces of spring kisses on the willow branches, the gentle touch of spring on the petals, the sound of spring playing in the flowing water, and the footprints of spring on the land. The grasses were happy to see all this, cheering and playing with each other, waiting for spring to embrace themselves. In the eyes of the grasses, spring is amiable.
The arrival of spring also calls for spring. The little elves - swallows. Their graceful figures are flying through the water, and the ripples in the water are expanding and increasing, as if they are cheering for the swallows' flight. They are flying, looking down at the endless flowers, emitting bursts of intoxicating fragrance, like a painting painted by an artist. No! Even a wonderful brush cannot paint this scene! The dots are like shining golden stars, blinking there and whispering to the swallows. The cherry blossoms are like graceful fairies, standing there noble and solemnly greeting the swallows. The Chang'e in the human world, putting on makeup there, still hiding behind the curtains and refusing to come out, is like "she came out after being called out for a long time, still holding the pipa and half covering her face." "It shyly said hello to the swallow. After the swallow turned around, his face was full of spring breeze. In the eyes of the swallow, spring is colorful.
With the arrival of spring, we children have also entered a climax and become lively and lively. , we took off our bulky winter clothes and put on smart spring clothes, and ran on the playground, breathing in the sweetness of spring, praising a colorful flower, and admiring an unknown grass. Holding a kite, running on the field of hope, watching the kite flying higher and higher, enjoying the joy of the spring breeze blowing on our faces. In the eyes of our children, spring is full of laughter. p>
Spring is the season when all things revive, and it is the season that all animals and plants yearn for. Spring is ever-changing, and spring is in everyone's eyes. Selected Narrative Prose 3
Recent. It's close, Miss Spring tells us on the willow branch: She is close to us.
Coming, coming, Miss Chun told us on the peach blossom: She is coming. It’s here, it’s here, Miss Chun told us in the field: She has arrived. Grandpa Dong, who was howling in the cold wind, left, and in a blink of an eye, Miss Spring came again. Ah, Miss Chun, you are the beginning of life and a symbol of hope. Ah, spring, I like you.
Spring scene - willow tree. When the rumbling spring thunder came to herald spring, the willow trees woke up one by one, so they woke up each other's brothers, and the willow trees all woke up. Next, the continuous spring rain bathed the willow trees. This bath softened the willow branches and allowed them to grow small branches and leaves. Under the blowing of the spring breeze, the willow branches turned green and grew longer. When you, me, and he walked by the willow tree, the willow girls would passionately caress our heads with their hands, as if to say: "In the new year, you should grow taller!" In the new year, you should work harder! In the new year, you should achieve new achievements! "The willow trees by the river are shaking their long braids to tell us: Spring is coming.
Spring scene - peach blossom. On the morning of March, there will be peach blossoms blooming. But it’s still February in spring, and some flower buds can’t help but come into this world. Those budding peach blossoms are only half the size of your little finger, but they are so beautiful after blooming. Just thinking about them makes me happy. The peach trees looked very monotonous and boring without the decoration of peach blossoms, making people look bare. If it is set against the backdrop of peach blossoms, it will look extremely beautiful, so I look forward to the early arrival of the peach blossom season. Therefore, the buds about to bloom tell us: spring is coming.
Spring scene - fields. Spring has come, and the fields immediately turned green. The caladiums that everyone planted before last winter have sprouted and grown out of the ground, growing into neat rows of seedlings. Everyone applied fertilizer before the spring rain came. Because spring brings infinite hope to people. After bursts of spring thunder, all the hibernating animals in the mountains and fields have woken up, and the butterflies are waiting for the green vegetables to bloom. Viewed from a height, these fields look like rainbows, colorful and beautiful. At this time, the little swallows also rushed back one after another to join in the lively scene. Ah, each little spring scene tells us: Spring is here.
In summer, the whole world is hot, in autumn, the whole world is yellow, and in winter, the whole world is cool. Only spring is warm and the flowers are blooming and colorful, so I still like the sunny spring. Ah, spring, I like you.