High school narrative composition

National Day Interesting Composition (1)

When I was a child, the most anticipated festival, besides the Spring Festival, was National Day. In rural areas where everyone works hard for work, there are no other festivals except the Spring Festival. On New Year's Day, May 1 day, we cut wheat in winter, and on March 8, we cultivated spring flowers and harvested late rice.

However, among these festivals, National Day is slightly different from other festivals. Perhaps it is because, in order to show the prosperity of the motherland, every National Day, in addition to posting red and green slogans in various conspicuous places, the village has to build a colorful shed with pines and cypresses and hang four red lanterns that say "Celebrate the National Day". We watched adults climb up and down, and asked well-informed people if there would be a movie at night. Instead of taking care of the bed early at home, it is better to watch "Fighting in the South and Fighting in the North" or "The Red Lantern" several times.

On National Day, you can go shopping. On this day, adults will give you money. There are two hairs, and you can get three hairs when you have more. Besides going to Chunjiang Hotel to eat a bowl of 90 cents slippery noodles, there are other things. You can buy a thinner picture book. A Hao has a lot of picture books, so it is stingy to borrow them from him. If he buys it himself, if he borrows it, he will be stingy, at least ask him to change it.

This street is very busy. You can go to the south gate pier to see the boat, or you can go to the bus station to see the car. I often go to see cars with Fu Rong. He said he really wanted to drive. I was a little surprised because I thought it was just a dream. Later, he was admitted to a technical school, where he worked as a sheet metal worker and knocked on the car shell. But now he is the boss.

In some years, there are parades in the street, and we just stand on the street and watch. Find familiar people, but it's hard to see. There will be posters in front of the shops on the street. We don't understand what we are cursing. Once, I saw a word called Qin Yi E. I remember it was also in our textbook, called Qin Yi E. Loushanguan, but it was written like this: Red sunshine, 25th National Day. The national day is coming, the red flag is like the sea, and the songs are like the tide. The spirit of the Ninth National Congress is brilliant, and one billion people are doing their best. Smooth sailing, China is more prosperous, and the United States and the Soviet Union are worse. Ah, I admire you very much. Just meditate until you know it by heart.

Time flies, and the National Day is still grand every year. However, I don't want to go to the night street now, and the goods with large price cuts are no longer attractive to me.

But I think children will always be happy. Children are happy, so are adults.

Busy national day

Another national day is coming, and our school is on holiday. My parents can also rest for seven days. How are the children going to spend their seven-day holiday? Do you want to travel abroad, or watch TV and play computer at home? Do you indulge in books all day, or do you help your parents at home? I think every child may go shopping and buy something. But have you found that so many people are still working hard in their respective posts in this national celebration festival?

The clerk and boss of every shop in the street are working hard. They treat customers warmly and never roll their eyes or swear. No matter what the festival is, the salespeople and bosses of these stores never rest. They not only want to make money, but also to provide us with better services.

Not only the salespeople in shops and supermarkets work hard on National Day, but also a group of tireless workers-sanitation workers. Sanitation workers work from dawn to dusk every day, even on National Day. Sanitation workers are making contributions to our city every day. Imagine what our life would be like without sanitation workers: garbage is everywhere and stinks ... we can't live without them all day. They work every day to protect the environment and are very tired. What are they doing? Not only for us to have a clean living environment, but also for us to have a comfortable National Day.

When do the doctors and nurses in the hospital rest during the National Day? They are also sticking to their posts. They treat patients with great enthusiasm, just like their relatives. They don't invite them to the hospital to treat patients because of relatives or friends. What are they doing? This is not only for us to get timely medical services and have a healthy National Day.

During the National Day, people in the tourism industry are working hard, and the staff in various scenic spots in the north and south of the motherland are busy. 65438+1October 1-7 is called the "Eleventh Golden Week" because many industries have a holiday on June 65438+1October/-7, and everyone wants to take this opportunity to travel around, and the number of tourists has risen sharply. However, no matter how many tourists there are, the staff of various tourist attractions are working all the time, so let's have a happy, happy and happy National Day.

Besides these, workers in many industries can't rest on the National Day when the motherland was born, such as aviation, railway, road transportation and TV participation. The purpose is to let us have a happy National Day and a happy "Eleventh Golden Week".

Terracotta Warriors (2)

Terracotta warriors and horses are a pearl in the central part of the motherland. She is located in the embrace of Lintong District, a suburb of Xi, Shaanxi Province. Originally, it was just an ordinary small village, but since the discovery of the Terracotta Warriors, it has become lively, and many people come to visit the Terracotta Warriors.

The Terracotta Warriors Museum has many branches, including Pit 1, Pit 2 and Pit 3. The pit 1 is the largest, and the terracotta warriors and horses in it are arranged neatly, just like a well-trained army, ready to fight at any time. These terracotta warriors and horses have different postures, some are unarmed, some are holding swords, and some are riding horses ... Although some of these terracotta warriors and horses lack a hand, a leg and a head, they stand solemnly, which makes them show an imposing manner, just like the one that must win in the war. Looking at these lifelike terracotta warriors and horses is like going back to ancient times and watching them in the war.

In the Terracotta Warriors Museum, the things in the comprehensive exhibition hall are also very beautiful. It is full of cultural relics belonging to chariots and wagons. Among them, the most striking ones are high-profile cars and safety cars. These two cultural relics are well preserved, showing the feeling of being intact. High-rise car is a kind of open road car, which is mainly equipped with weapons. The car is the owner's car, and it is beautifully carved. These artifacts are really wonderful works!

Terracotta Warriors and Horses are not only a huge underground arsenal, but also a huge weapons warehouse. Tens of thousands of unearthed weapons are divided into three categories: long weapons, short weapons and long-range weapons. Long weapons are spears, halberds, daggers, halberds, beryllium and cymbals, short weapons are swords and Wu Gou, and long weapons are bow and crossbow. Among them, the sword is well preserved. It's incredible that the sword more than 2000 years ago can be preserved to this day, and it's still so sharp. Our ancients are really amazing!

The Terracotta Warriors and Horses deserve to be called "the eighth wonder of the world". Among them, the exhibits are different and varied, and each terracotta warrior is lifelike, almost reaching the realm of god. Terracotta warriors and horses are really a great pride of our country!

Old stories in small towns (3)

Finally, the National Day holiday is coming. I am alone in the light, enjoying the hard-won comfort, but time does not allow me to neglect. I must go back to my hometown to visit them-my relatives. I remembered the heavy study plan again, and looked at the train tickets already prepared on the table. Somehow, I'm tired of tomorrow's journey. Is time relentlessly diluting my family? Or am I ruthless?

So, I set foot on the train with this complicated mood. The clear sky left me a little comfort. Sitting in a quiet carriage, the sunshine caresses the smiling faces of the children, and the expectation reflected in the innocent eyes seems to tell me that you are the children who are about to return to China. Their eyes, like the thick barrier of sunlight melting in my heart, guide my heart to stop wandering. After crossing the geographical limit, I saw the bungalows, short chimneys, tiled roofs and several areas of land on both sides of the railway track, all neatly arranged, just as they welcomed the child many years ago, and once played on this generous Shi Zhuan without any worries.

Memories of the past, like a flood, came one after another, shaking my heartstrings in waves. Remember when I was a child, grandpa rode that blue electric car to pick you up from school in the sun? Remember before moving, the pale yellow wooden furniture in the former residence, the big box of toys that were torn apart, and the simple big bed that once lay on it and had countless dreams? There is also a black sofa and a dark brown coffee table. You used to sit on it, expecting the sound of opening the door and seeing the tired and kind faces of your parents.

The sunshine pulled me out of my memory again. Yes, I will see them soon. During that short taxi journey, I saw those high-rise buildings rising up, blocking the sun; The dustbin has also become lovely, although it is different from many years ago.

"Ding-dong! Hey! " Open the door, it is a familiar faint vanilla flavor, mixed with the sound of cooking, laughter and the sound of eating melon seeds. Several aunts warmly welcomed me in. The moment I closed the door, my eyes got wet. ...

Recalling the past is to cut off family ties and nostalgia for the past. Why give them up? There are so many beautiful memories in the past, those old things that happened in small towns, I will cherish you, because you have made my mind stable and my heart belongs.

Picked up happiness (4)

In the spring morning, during recess, a boy of about ten years old came to our humble school office for children of migrant workers with a bouquet of beautifully packaged roses. He went straight to a beautiful young female teacher and said, "Teacher, I'll send you flowers." The young female teacher looked up at the little boy in front of her in surprise and blushed. She asked the little boy incredulously, "Is it for me?" The boy's childish voice is like the warm sunshine in the silent office: "It's for you!" " "When he said this, the little boy smiled brightly. "Why do you want to send flowers to the teacher? "The young female teacher is puzzled, because Women's Day has passed." Why not? I just want to give it to you. "The little boy still naive smile.

The teachers in the office all laughed. The little boy was a little embarrassed and didn't understand why the teachers were laughing.

A female teacher teased him: "Then why don't you send me flowers?" I want it too! "

"Yes," the little boy said seriously. "How many did I pick up?" With that, the little boy ran out.

It was picked up! I took the flower and looked at it carefully. Each flower is wrapped in two layers of gorgeous cellophane. Through cellophane, some green leaves inside are slightly yellow. Maybe it's redundant in the flower shop, maybe it's discarded by a couple, but it's still bright. What beautiful flowers!

Sure enough, a little later, the little boy brought another big bunch of bright red roses. He put two on each teacher's desk. We put it in a red ink bottle. Suddenly, clusters of roses sprang up on the desk and stood tall, bringing infinite vitality and vigor to the monotonous office. Every teacher's face blooms like a flower, especially the female teachers are almost scrambling to put the little boy's residual flowers in their "vases". Happiness is like the sunshine in spring in everyone's heart. ...

Those bright red roses have been in the office for two weeks, and everyone is reluctant to throw them away. In those days, everyone in our office was surrounded by happiness. Facts have proved that sometimes beauty and happiness can be picked up-as long as you cherish her like a little boy and accept her like a teacher.