High school narrative

I believe that many people have had writing experience and are familiar with writing, especially narrative, which plays an important role in writing. Narrative is a stylistic form that expresses a certain center by describing people, time, objects and scenery. So how should this type of composition be written? The following is an 800-word high school narrative I compiled for you for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

The 800-word high school love story 1 Qingqing campus is full of free and easy senior one, elegant senior two and decisive senior three-all these seem so harmonious, beautiful and even lovely!

I walked around the campus and enjoyed the beautiful scenery. How beautiful people's feelings are! I was so timid when I first came, but now I'm not afraid at all. This big family made me feel the warmth of home again, and I gradually became cheerful. This should be a collective charm!

Xinghua, you are not outstanding, but you are colorful, you are not dazzling, but you are charming. You are not a radiant sun, but a gentle and quiet moon. Although not as gorgeous as the sun, you have an irresistible enthusiasm and simple beauty, which can't be compared with other middle schools!

Spring campus, vibrant plants, unable to hold their temper, scrambling to wake up. Look! Red Chun Mei; Red and white kapok; Green grass is about to drip; A vigorous shrub; Free goldfish and water lilies. This touch of green and that touch of red make the campus more beautiful!

On the campus in summer, there is a fragrance of lotus that floats into everyone's heart and conveys the refreshing feeling of summer; The fish is still free, sometimes swimming around the lotus, sometimes stopping to look at every passerby with those big eyes; There is also Magnolia grandiflora, but its fragrance is not close to smell, and its fragrance is frivolous in the air, so my companion and I will stand under the Magnolia grandiflora tree every time and gently suck the quiet fragrance. How wonderful all this is!

In autumn, the campus is filled with invisible golden yellow. The refreshing sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance is the oncoming overflow of Jinmen; Then there are Metasequoia glyptostroboides in the breeze, still lush bushes, free goldfish, Magnolia grandiflora swaying in the wind and sleepy lotus flowers. All these scenery, swaying gently under the breeze, covered them with a touch of yellow, making them more lovely!

Winter on campus is more interesting. When the winter plum blossoms, the lotus quietly goes to sleep, and even the most naughty fixed writing is reluctant to leave. Only snow covers the earth, which brings us different tastes, but it is not stingy at all. Let's enjoy playing in the snow. Whether the snowman is damaged by him or covered with snow, we are not angry. Think about it, yes! Who has the heart to destroy the "fairy tale world" created by "Snow Elf"?

Look! This is our campus. She has also been trying to show us beautiful scenery with different tastes. We live in this small and warm "home"!

It is great to have such a "home"!

The narrative of 800 words in high school is sacred, great, pure and noble. There are many teachers who have taught me, but what impresses me most and unforgettable is Miss Li, who has taught me English in primary schools for five years.

Miss Li is in her early forties and of medium build. Her eyes, often full of smiles, contain wisdom and self-confidence. She is approachable and tells jokes in class from time to time, Doby. However, once we make a mistake, she will also severely criticize us, so that we have no courage to make another mistake.

I'll never forget the day when Mr. Li went to class sick! At that time, Mr. Li got the flu, and his body became very weak from the initial nasal congestion to cough. The next day in English class, a young teacher came into our classroom and said, "Miss Li is ill, so I'll take her place." After that, everyone talked about it. Miss Li must be very ill, so she asked for leave ... What happened to Miss Li? ..... will it be serious? Just as I was wondering, a familiar footstep came from far and near, and an extremely familiar figure stood at the door, ah! It's Miss Li. I couldn't help getting excited and shouting, "Miss Li! Teacher Li is here! " Seeing Miss Li coming, my heart finally relaxed. "Miss Li, the headmaster forbid you to call in sick? Why are you here again! " The substitute teacher was surprised. "I'm fine, I can give them lessons, you go to work, thank you!" Miss Li looked at the teacher and said. The students stared at Miss Li, only to see that she was pale, her hair was a little messy, and her eyes were not as bright as before. Seeing us looking at her strangely, Miss Li smiled and said, "Students, don't worry. My illness is much better. " Although Miss Li said so, how could she fool us? Her voice is hoarse and her hands are shaking. Sitting in the front row, I saw the eye of a needle on the back of Miss Li's left hand. Miss Li, did you go for an infusion? Is medication no longer effective? ..... Miss Li works too hard ... I want to listen to the class well ... I want to reassure her ... Miss Li's concern for us plays back quickly in my mind like a movie. Suddenly, my nose was sour and tears in my eyes could not help falling. I held back, wiped my tears with my hand and quickly entered the class state.

After class, a teacher asked her, "Is it worth it for a group of students?" "Worth it! Who told them to be my students! " Miss Li watched us play and said with a smile.

If someone asks me what I admire most, I will answer without thinking: "people's teachers!" " "

If someone asks me what my favorite occupation is, I will not hesitate to answer: "people's teacher!" " "

If someone asks me what is the most sacred profession, I will definitely answer: "People's teacher!" " "

That feeling warms my heart. Thank you, Miss Li. Your kindness to us will never be forgotten.

My tears flow down my cheeks like relentless rain. This is all a kind of "love".

Think of "affection" and mention "affection". Maybe many people will think of affection, friendship, love and teacher-student relationship for the first time. What I'm talking about today is the ordinary teacher-student relationship.

Maybe you will miss the love between teachers and students after hearing it. It's so simple! As long as there is a teacher's position in life and the feelings of teachers and students, that feeling is very simple, so why bother to remember it deliberately. Isn't it? I want to tell you, no, there is a very special feeling between teachers and students, which looks like family and friendship. This feeling needs a sincere heart to feel.

In fact, the love between teachers and students can really touch your heart deeply.

I wonder if you still remember the scene of the Sichuan earthquake. Although it is far away from us, my sincere heart tells me that it will be easy to prove the greatness of teacher-student love with this incident, and then I can express my feelings.

On May 12, 2008, you were an ordinary teacher and a young trainee teacher, although you were 29 years old. But the earthquake came, and you were desperate. You shouted at the top of your voice, "Students, come downstairs quickly, it's an earthquake." Thirty stunned students immediately got up and ran away. You take your students in a race against death. When the students all won, you gave the students the glory of your life and left your hope to a group of lively children.

Death lets the ruins solidify the anxiety on your face into eternity. For the love in my heart, for the love in my heart. You will never hear your children and classmates calling you again. ...

What selfless and fearless courage it is to love that heart! You erected an immortal monument with your life, shining with the greatness and light of teachers' morality.

I cried for that feeling in my heart, and my tears were merciless. Sitting by the TV, watching the moving pictures and listening to the heartbreaking cry, my heart hurts like it has been cut.

As the saying goes, between lovers, love is affection, and love between friends is friendship. What about teacher-student relationship? Is it just a teacher-student relationship? No, never. Teacher-student love is better than affection, love and friendship. It can't be modified by words, can it?

As an ordinary person, I can't be moved by the love in my heart? No tears?

The emotional narrative of high school is 800 words, and the playground is full of scorching sun. People lined up in neat rows invariably put on blue and white school uniforms, which looked like an ocean of waves from a distance. Between the basketball stands, there are banners of "Hot-blooded man, not leaning against the hot sun", "sonorous rose, taking the playground as the position", and the colors of "red" and "blue" complement each other, and a harmonious movement is being staged on campus.

They are freshmen in senior high school and are undergoing the test of "the first lesson of school" military training. I was in the crowd, too.

Several people in the class are exhausted and have a rest. I bit my lower lip tightly and stayed awake painfully. The sneakers were burnt by the mud because they had not moved for a long time, and their feet were numb with pain. Although her hands are weak, she still holds on to the thoughts of her primary school classmates-her physical strength has reached its limit. She closed her eyes slightly, pinched her pale lips, and sweat rolled down her forehead. I can only hold her hand, hoping to give her some strength with the temperature of my fingertips.

After all, I can't hold on. She gave me a meaningful look before leaving the team for a rest. I know what she means-she wants me to stick to it for her.

It's really hot. I turned around numbly, got off my leg, started working, turned my head, and finally returned to the original position according to the instructor's instructions. Sweat runs down the radian of cheeks, which itches, but it can't be wiped off. Sweat dripped down, like water when I melted. I was a little slack for a while.

"Come back!" The violent slapping made me awake in an instant. As the instructor's footsteps became smaller and smaller, a cold fingertip fell on the back of my hand. I glanced out of the corner of my eye. That is the monitor of our military training. She looked at others, but her fingertips moved on the back of my hand. I was a little confused at first, but then it dawned on me that she had written "Come on".

There seems to be a string in my heart, and a feeling permeates my body and mind, warm and sweet and sour. I know, that's called moving.

After the training, I took the initiative to find her: "We just met, why did you encourage me?" She casually waved her hand and said casually, "Oh, it's all military friends who train together and share weal and woe!" In addition, our class should unite and cooperate, encourage each other and stand the test together! "

Her words, without flowery rhetoric, touched me again. Yes, although we are not as firm and strong as soldiers, and we have no great ambition to die, the friendship between classmates may have already reached the realm of real soldiers-silent, selfless, warm and powerful!