Narrative composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone has tried to write essays. Through essays, we can gather our scattered thoughts together. So how to write a good composition? Below are 6 narrative essays that I have collected for you. Welcome to read and collect them. Narrative Composition Part 1

I finished the class at Teacher Peiyou’s house, but my father hadn’t come to pick me up yet, so I leaned on the window of the teacher’s house and waited slowly.

In my impression, this was the first time I waited for my father. Often my father would sit in the car very bored, waiting for the teacher to finish the lesson. Sometimes, the teacher would talk with great interest, and he would hold on for more than ten minutes. For ten minutes, I didn’t know what my father was feeling at that time.

I have never been willing or impatient to wait: I have to schedule my time to go to school and arrive just in time for gymnastics, so as not to waste my time early in the morning; I will never arrive early when I make an appointment with a friend. If the other party is late, I will be full of resentment. However, my father never seems to be anxious, annoyed, or complaining. He often just says lightly: "It's late again."

It's nothing more than searching for stories related to my father in my memories. It was a long series of waiting: waiting for me to finish school when I was a child, and waiting for me to finish class when I was older.

Other than that, it seems that nothing else can be found. Unlike my mother's nagging teachings, my father never asked about my affairs. Whether it was the quality of my homework or the level of my test scores, he never seemed to care. I think if I hadn’t waited at the window this time, maybe I would have forgotten that my father cared about me!

I looked at the clock in the teacher’s room. I had been waiting for 5 minutes, but my father was still missing. I craned my neck and looked out the window, trying to find my father's car in the constant flow of traffic. I accidentally spotted a silver-gray car and thought it belonged to my father. A little bit of disappointment. I remember when I was a child, my father, like many parents, was waiting for me at the school gate. I must have had the same feeling! But it often happens that my father can’t find me when he is astigmatized. I am naughty and willful, but he still has to wait with me for the moment when the head teacher's lengthy lecture ends. I have been restless since I was a child, often causing trouble for my father and prolonging the boring wait. Suddenly, for the first time, I felt very sorry for my father.

I have the impression that my father is very busy. He always has endless phone calls to answer and endless business to do. He comes and goes in a hurry and is always busy. But he was rarely late when he took me home. No matter when or where, I could always see my father in the crowd: he was tall, with a slightly protruding belly, and a gentle but a bit cold face. For a long time, I have become accustomed to ignoring his heavy waiting.

Suddenly, I saw my father’s car parked downstairs by the teacher. I called out quickly, and my father immediately looked at me. His smiling, dark face reflected directly into my heart through the glass: his usual kindness and slight apology were as familiar as ever. In an instant, many familiar evenings from many years ago seemed to have returned. The little boy who had done something wrong seemed to see his father waiting for him in the sunset wind again.

When I saw my father outside the window, a warmth suddenly surged through my heart.

I think no matter what troubles or confusions I encounter in the future, I will always think of this scene outside the window. Narrative Composition Part 2

To all the Chinese people:

The Yellow River is the mother river that nurtures us. She has fed many generations and is the birthplace of the Chinese nation.

However, the children she had worked so hard to raise resolutely betrayed her for money and slaughtered her at will. Today, our mother is no longer as energetic and surging as before. The Yellow River is now so weak.

Do you remember what happened in the Jinan section of the Yellow River in late June 1995? The people of Jinan finally looked forward to a chance to flow through it. However, what came slowly was not the sweet river water that people had been waiting for for a long time, but a stream of muddy sewage. There was a lot of white foam and poisoned fish floating on the river. Class, exuding a pungent odor.

Can you bear to see the mother who raised us in such decline? Do you want history to repeat itself? If you are a descendant of the Yellow River, please join in this campaign to save the Yellow River, starting from yourself, bit by bit.

I only make the following suggestions on behalf of myself:

①Local environmental protection bureaus near the Yellow River Basin should strengthen the management of sewage discharge;

②All people should Discipline yourself, protect the environment, save resources, and reduce emissions;

③People should carry out and participate in more greening and regulation activities of the Yellow River.

I believe that as long as every descendant of the Yan and Huang Dynasties takes action, then when the green mountains are beside the red land, it is the day when the Yellow River flows blue, and the great mother river - the Yellow River will definitely regain its former glory; then, Today's descendants of Yan and Huang will be worthy of the times and will be worthy of future generations! Narrative Composition Part 3

Today, the teacher asked us to write or draw hilarious jokes.

Without saying anything, the students picked up their pens and thought about it. Even I, who usually consider myself to have a 100% sense of humor, was a bit at a loss. Suddenly, I seemed to hear a sentence: "I can't even write a joke!" I suddenly had an idea, "poetically inspired", and started writing quickly. After a while, I wrote a "poetry" with my personality. Masterpiece". Write another one! I think. So I picked up a pen and effortlessly picked out the "King of Jokes" from the joke collection and wrote it down.

Then, I communicated in the group again. The first one was written by Huang Jiajia. He wrote about brain teasers. This question was really difficult. We all said: "I can't guess it! Please tell us the answer!" So Huang Jiajia proudly said the answer, then At that time, I really felt inferior to myself. The second one was Huang Jiachen. He told a hilarious joke. The content of the joke was: Once upon a time, there was a man who was sick. A doctor was invited. The doctor came to his home and asked the patient: "Do you have a hammer?" ’ The patient gave him a hammer, and the doctor asked: ‘Do you have any nails? ’ The patient gave him another nail. The patient was curious, so he asked the doctor: "Why do you use this hammer and nails to treat me? What disease do I have?" The doctor replied: "Of course you need to open the medicine box first to treat the disease." ! 'I came on stage as the third one, and as expected, they all laughed so hard that the joke between me and Huang Jiachen was chosen.

The teacher invited four classmates to read the jokes. Hu Qinyu read my jokes, but I didn't notice the smile on her face at all. But she smiled when she read Huang Jiachen's jokes. There is a strong opponent! I was extremely frustrated. I watched the "throne" fall into his hands. Fortunately, the teacher gave me a chance to show it, which made the whole class laugh. p>

Through this game, I learned that I cannot retreat when encountering difficulties, but must use them to overcome them.

The "Submarine" that can sink and float freely Narrative Composition 4

It is already winter. That day, the wind outside the house made people shiver. The weather was gloomy today. He took a leave of absence when he was about to take the final exam and came home. He felt so warm when he returned home, but his father felt so warm because of his illness. Seeing it in his eyes, he was anxious in his heart, and his eyes were full of anxiety. He was very sad and shed tears behind his father's back, because he couldn't bear his father's sadness. After a while of silence, his father said: "I'll take you to see an old Chinese doctor tomorrow." , I heard that he is very good at treating children's diseases. "But he could see his helplessness in his father's forced smile.

The next day, they finished eating early and were ready to set off, but it started to rain lightly. This undoubtedly gave the father and son a hard time. The trip brought more inconvenience, but my father smiled and said: "This little rain will not be a problem. If you hide behind me with an umbrella, you won't get wet." "Just like that, they set off on the pedals.

Although the clinic was only more than ten miles away from home, the weather was very inconvenient. Not long after they left, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the wind blew the umbrella up a lot. times.

His gloved hands were red from the cold from holding the umbrella, but he saw his father steering the direction with one hand, putting the other hand in his pocket and changing it after a short distance. The original dark hand of his father was blown by the wind. It turned purple and could be seen everywhere on the back of his hands. He couldn't hold back his sadness, and tears flowed uncontrollably on his father's back. Seeing his father shrinking down, he wiped away his tears for fear of being known by his father. The rain was still getting heavier, and it was falling diagonally towards them. Their faces were already soaked. When they arrived at a gas station, their father stopped the car and said, "Let's change into raincoats. You hide behind me and don't stick your head out." You won't get wet, and I can drive faster." He knew that his father would get wet if his face was facing the rain, but he could no longer say no words, as his tongue felt like it was blocked by olives. Can't swallow it either.

He hid behind his father and saw only the fast-moving wheels. Although there was only half the way left, the time was so long for him. Lying on his father's body, he no longer knew what he was thinking. What, but in my heart I "saw" my father's face soaked by the rain. At some point the car stopped, and his father got out of the car first, held up an umbrella for him, and said, "We're here." When he saw the raindrops flowing on his father's face and his red cheeks, the tears in his heart fell to the depths, and he felt It hurt so much. When he stood there, he just stared at his father blankly. His mind was filled with the scenes on his way here... But he didn't say a word of concern because he knew what to do to get the best reward. , just hide this love deep in your heart.

The same goes for going home, and the same going back and forth tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. The wind and rain bear the great and selfless love of a father for his son. Narrative Composition Part 5

Since the second semester of fifth grade, our class has started working in groups, and my views on teachers and classmates have changed a lot.

At the beginning, Nie Zhiyu and I were in a group of 6 people. At that time, one large group was divided into two small groups. Nie Zhiyu was originally the leader of the third large group in mathematics. He was in charge of collecting the notebooks of the large group. After the cooperation started, he joined our small group and also served as the leader of the mathematics group. I Didn't care either. The next morning, as soon as I entered the class, he asked me to hand in my math homework. I was very angry because I was sweeping the floor that day and it was already 7:40. If I didn’t go to the contract area quickly, they would not recognize it. , then I have to go to clean the house the next day. I said, wait a moment, and I said that I was going to get a broom. He said in an arrogant tone, "Hurry up, I have no choice but to hand it over."

In the sixth grade, the head teacher, Mr. Tang, changed his position. Now I am assigned to the old group. I feel that my credibility is much more than before:

For example, when sweeping the floor, there was a round. We arrived at our group, but Peng Zitao did not come. We thought that Peng Zitao would not be late, so we waited for him in the class. I was not in a hurry and was ready to leave first. I told other group members not to I brought a broom. After saying that, I left. After a while, they also came, but Peng Zitao grabbed a broom in his hand. He came with Liu Hanwen. Although there was no hint of displeasure on my face, I was very angry in my heart. Since Liu Hanwen didn't bring a broom, why did you bring one?

In life, there are always happy things and sad things, even in group cooperation, there are always happy things and unsatisfactory things, but in general, group cooperation has given me Brought joy! Narrative Composition Part 6

There are "brave and not brave" distinctions between brave people and non-brave people. But this difference leads them to completely different life paths. A brave person has the courage to move forward without fear or worry. They have the courage to do many things that they have never thought of or dare not imagine before. With this kind of courage, wherever they go, the idea that "there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain" makes him lose all fear. In the end, he will be able to have a calm attitude and face anything. And those who are not brave, who look at everything with timidity, will often go down a subtle and tortuous path.

Courage is a swivel chair that you can enjoy at any time. Wherever the mirror is, it will take you to where you are facing. It can lead you to face yourself bravely. In the process of learning, we will inevitably make mistakes of one kind or another.

No matter what the reason is, it is an exposure of our own shortcomings, and this chair allows you to not worry about your inner fear, you can ride it and take that step. It puts you directly in front of a mirror, allowing you to clearly see your mistakes. Correct it and you'll slowly be on your way to success. Of course, as time goes by, this chair will also give you the habit of having the courage to "face yourself" at any time. Over time, you will be able to see yourself clearly, and in this way, you will be closer to success.

Courage is a sharp knife that can cut through thorns. It helps you and makes your path smooth. Our country’s table tennis player Deng Yaping was originally just a female player with “little skill” in sports. A bright future in sports, but little success in other areas. But she has courage. She is not afraid of her low cultural literacy in the past, nor is she afraid of the troubles of age. For her own goal, she set out on the road resolutely with courage. Finally, she achieved her goal. Not only in sports, but also in other aspects, he has made great achievements, which are appreciated by the people of the country.

Courage is a catalyst that drives things to success, gradually sublimating your efforts and hard work. If you are still afraid, please do everything you can to get rid of this fear. Because fear will make your path full of difficulties, prevent your abilities and talents from being fully utilized, and even make you always stand not far from success, but never be able to touch it. If there is a big crack between success and you, and below the crack is the abyss of failure, then you must take that step. The abyss of failure is not terrible. What is terrible is that you can't have it even though it is in front of you. What is terrible is that one day in the future, you will cross a bigger hurdle and you will regret backing down. The stamina of that kind of "regret" is infinite.

Courage can lead you to success. It is a rotating chair, a sharp knife, and a bottle of catalyst. It can still be other spiritual food that drives you to success. Therefore, no matter when and where you are, please have the courage to succeed!