Narrative composition

In normal study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Through composition, we can gather our scattered thoughts together. So how to write a general composition? The following are nine narratives I have compiled. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like them.

1 One winter night, the north wind roared and the snow was falling heavily. Xiaojun and Xiaogang are walking in the street. "Hey, Xiaogang ... it's so cold!" "Come on, don't complain! Ah-cut! " Xiao Gang, who was in poor health, caught a cold and really sneezed.

After a short walk, Xiaogang found a little boy sitting on the distant steps. It's so cold that everyone stays at home, so why is he sitting outside? Where are his parents? Thought of here, Xiaogang ran past involuntarily.

The little boy is wearing thin clothes. He looks pale and hasn't eaten for a long time. Xiaogang was busy taking out his food, but the little boy didn't answer, just sobbed softly. After a while, Xiaojun also came over. Seeing the scene in front of him, Xiaojun asked the little boy, "Brother, brother asks you, what's your name?" The little boy didn't answer, lowered his head and cried, "I want my father, I want my mother ..."

Xiaojun had a brainwave and said to the little boy, "Brother, brother asks you, are you looking for mom and dad?" The little boy seemed to see a glimmer of hope and said, "Brother, can you take me to see my parents?" "Yes, but you can stay at your brother's house for a few days, ok?" The little boy nodded excitedly.

Xiaogang quietly pinched Xiaojun: "Are you sure you found the little boy's parents? You know, finding two people in the vast sea of people is simply looking for a needle in a haystack! " Xiaojun replied: "Xiaogang, how can the little boy believe us if he doesn't say so?" Can you bear to watch this little boy freeze and starve? "Xiao gang suddenly suddenly enlighted and nodded. ...

It turns out that the little boy lives in a happy family. He was the only survivor in a car accident. At that time, he was only five years old He has been begging for a living ever since.

One morning, Xiaojun just got up and found a water bottle and a piece of paper beside his bed. It turns out that this is a wishing bottle. Just write a wish on the note, and at night, a golden fairy will appear. When the time comes, give her the water bottle and paper, and she will realize the wish of the wishing person. Xiaojun thought, what can I do? I have many wishes ... He suddenly saw the little boy and thought, Poor him. How about this? ...

In the evening, the golden fairy really appeared. She dipped the paper in the water, and the little boy flew, out of the house, into the sky and into the depths of the universe. The note fell out of the cup, which read: Let the little boy go to his parents ... Xiaojun ran out of the house with tears in his eyes and looked at the little boy. ...

The snow is still falling and the wind is still blowing, but Xiaojun and Xiaogang don't feel cold. They feel the warmth inside. ...

When it comes to adolescence, everyone thinks a lot: youth bean, voice change, growth, in short, there are many, many changes. But our biggest problem is that we have become independent and unwilling to communicate with our parents. We would rather talk about things with friends than parents.

Indeed, parents have entered menopause, and we have entered adolescence. The confrontation between the two periods will inevitably lead to some contradictions. Parents are no longer heroes+superman in children's hearts, and children are not cute as children. It's a sense of strangeness.

We and our parents grew up in two completely different times, so our personalities will be very different: we like to argue, get to the bottom of the matter, dare to challenge teachers and parents, and show that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, full of enthusiasm and ambition, and full of idealism. Because of their ambitions and ideals, we are a little ambitious and daydreaming. Personality is also very "bipolar", sometimes happy, sunny and full of spring breeze, sometimes sad, gloomy, painful and even furious. At this time, we thought that we had grown up and were eager to get rid of our parents' control, and wanted to fly to our own sky with immature wings ... but our parents were more conservative, more stable, more realistic and more experienced, so they were very calm and calm. So there is a generation gap between us and our parents, and we have different ideas when something goes wrong. Sometimes, when we look at interesting things, our parents will feel bored, because we think our parents are inhuman and too realistic.

At this time, we thought we were grown up, eager to get rid of our parents' control, and wanted to fly to our own sky with immature wings ... With the obvious strengthening of self-awareness and the development of our ability to think and handle things independently, we showed strong autonomy in psychology and behavior, longed to be liberated from the shackles of our parents, and began to actively try to get rid of their protection and management. Strong self-confidence and self-esteem, keen to show their strength and talent. No matter in the arrangement of personal life, or in the view of life and society, I began to have my own views and opinions. I'm not satisfied with my parents' and teachers' explanations, and I'm not satisfied with the ready-made conclusions in books. I don't trust the opinions of adults, and I don't blindly follow them. I need proof of facts and persuasive logic. I dare to express my personal views on many things and argue endlessly for sticking to my own views. This will inevitably lead to conflicts with our parents, thus alienating our relationship with them.

We always feel that adults are easy to be satisfied with the benefits they have obtained, tend to maintain the status quo and do not strive for progress, while we are always full of hope and willing to explore. As Liang Qichao said: "Old people often think about the past, while young people often think about the future, but thinking about the past also leads to nostalgia, but thinking about the future also leads to hope, but nostalgia is also conservative, but hope is also enterprising, but conservatism is always old, but enterprising is also new, but thinking about the past is also true, so everything is as it is, so everything is as usual, but thinking about the future is also true, so I often dare to break the routine."

We don't open our hearts to adults as often as we did in childhood, and our inner world becomes more colorful, but we won't show it easily. We really want to have a separate accommodation room and a private drawer. We like to lock the drawer. There seems to be some secret that we don't want others to know, but there is nothing important in it. We have become fond of keeping a diary, which is the manifestation of this atresia. Keeping a diary can not only pour out your heart, but also keep a secret. But it makes us feel lonely easily, so we have a strong desire for ideals, which makes us keen to find people who understand ourselves, find "like-minded" bosom friends, and confess our inner secrets to bosom friends. However, I kept my mouth shut to my parents.

In adolescence, we seem to be very independent and need our own space. We are independent, and we sincerely hope that our parents will understand us more and give us some space. I think we can get closer to our parents and have lasting feelings.

Narrative Prose 3 Love is a kind of strength; Love can change a person's life; Love is the starting point of miracles. The power of love is endless.

A rural woman, in order to support her enemy's children who were born with brain damage, her daughter got married without spending a penny, but she went to rent it like crazy, just to treat her enemy's children. Her story was published in the newspaper, and many people said she was stupid, but she didn't care.

That day, four gangsters got on her car and asked her to take it to Beijing and drive to a place called Wen 'an. The gangster sitting in the back took out a dagger and stabbed her in the waist. When she was forced out of the car, another gangster showed other gangsters the newspaper she had just read and told them the story of this woman. After listening, the four big boys didn't say anything, but called out to Sister, turned around and disappeared into the darkness. A few days later, she received a box of milk powder and a letter in which four older boys said they would change. She saved them and they were very grateful to her.

This is the power of her love. She saved herself and four young people's lives. Which enemy's child is getting better. The doctor said it was a miracle in medical history, and she said it was a miracle of love!

Love is a sacred emotion beyond blood. Love a person, don't need too many words, because it needs your heart, not just your mouth.

I have set sail in the flower season of life; I thought I could break the wind and waves; I once thought I had a passionate heart for my dreams, but I was wrong. The reality in life has not forgotten me, always tormenting me and killing my innocent heart bit by bit. I don't know if my heart can be as fresh as before. I don't know if I made the right choice. I don't know if I can make it to the end. All this can only be answered in time, and now I am so helpless and confused. Is there a road ahead? Is there really a sea beyond the mountain? Will there really be miracles tomorrow? I know nothing about all this. I only know that there is still a long way to go. I want to walk well! I muddle along and become ordinary. I didn't surpass my confidence and courage, but I kept repeating myself. Anyway, life goes on and time goes by. No matter what happens today, I will remember to face tomorrow with a smile! I worked hard and flapped my broken wings to prove that I didn't lose hope of flying. I will persist, with this persistence, with that pride, with that stubbornness, and fly to the paradise of dreams. I believe I can stick to it myself!

In the long journey of life, books are my spiritual food. I often absorb its knowledge and digest it into a spiritual motivation on the road of life in this world. Every time you have leisure, don't let go, or review the past and learn new things, and constantly enrich your leisure time.

I am deeply in awe of the heroes who sacrificed themselves for others in the book, and I hate those despicable villains from the heart. From the book, I read hard work, kindness and justice, as well as the rise and fall of history and the injustice of the world. It is edification, infection and education. I often swim in the boundless ocean of knowledge, feeling like a long drought meets rain, and like a dam flood discharge, surging down, with a feeling of incomparable happiness in my heart.

At the age of ten, I carefully read some extracurricular books, and there is an invisible force that attracts me as tightly as a magnet. I have a soft spot for these wonderful stories, such as Journey to the West and Romance of the Three Kingdoms. It was they who first opened my heart and flew into my spiritual world with the magic in the story, leaving the first indelible mark.

Time flies, and over time, many books have become my inseparable partners. That colorful book is my must read. Sitting in my room, I saw the whole world. Through it, I learned the benefits of reading, and one fascinating story after another echoed in my heart, always inspiring me to forge ahead!

Life is limited, it is impossible to experience everything, and there is no need to experience everything. An important way to gain knowledge and rich experience is reading. Books can irrigate themselves with vast space and long time without reservation, and let them gallop through the ancient and modern times and cross the world.

Where to find the pleasure of reading, count plum blossoms. Books are a great pleasure in my life. I firmly believe that only by integrating our souls into the sea of books and the contents of books into our lives can we have a broader spiritual space than the sea of water!

This year is the Year of the Monkey. On the morning of New Year's Day, I was awakened by the crackling firecrackers and opened the bedroom door. Wow, dad is setting off firecrackers to prepare for the New Year. Mom is busy wrapping jiaozi in the kitchen. In a short time, jiaozi was wrapped, some like a boat, some like a treasure. When the pot was cooked, the water began to gurgle. With the temperature rising, jiaozi gradually rises, and my mother says it can be cooked when it rises. Pick up a jiaozi, and it tastes full of joy. As the saying goes, eating jiaozi during the Spring Festival is a good blessing for the coming year.

It's time to pay a New Year call after eating jiaozi. I put on new clothes, New Pants, new shoes and walked out of the house. There are crackles and red firecrackers everywhere. Arrived at grandpa's house. Aunt, second aunt, big uncle and little uncle are all vying to say Happy New Year. I knelt down and said Happy New Year. When I got up, I had a thick red envelope in my hand. I said thank you with great joy.

China New Year is a traditional festival in our country. On this day, everyone has a happy smile. Here I sincerely say to you: "Happy New Year."

Last time in the narrative composition 7, he said that when the tramp came home, he knew that his mother had been taken away by those bastards, but he knew that it was impossible to beat those bastards on his own. At the same time, those little people are looking for him, and he dare not look for him aboveboard. He decided not to take anyone to save his mother. He knows that his mother is locked in that dark and small kitchen, and he knows the environment there best. It turns out. He dug a tunnel to escape, but it was useless because he could go to Beijing to see Tiananmen Square. At first he thought it wouldn't work, but now it finally works. When I came to the hotel, I only heard the boss in the room say that this boy took 30 thousand, and I must get it back. He works here, give him a good meal and give it back to him, otherwise he would have died. Don't give his mother water or eat today. I heard the little boy think I had to save my mother. I can't ask my mother to be bullied by them. When midnight came, he quickly entered the hut. His mother is starving. He saved his mother and went to the rich man's house, but he only had thirty dollars with him. It is very rare to go to Beijing. He began to walk. He used his thirty yuan to buy his mother five yuan's food. That night, his mother was ill. But he only has a few pieces, so it is impossible to see a doctor. When they were on a hillside, his mother said that in fact, their family took out a key to this treasure. He said the map was at your father's good friend's house and his mother gave him the address. Ah, so this is a rich man's house. Then the little boy began his treasure hunt.

Today is March 8 Women's Day, which is a festival for all women. My mother was so busy that she forgot the game, so I wanted to surprise her.

At school, my classmates and I discussed what gifts to give my mother. Li Shuxin said that she would buy her a pearl wallet from 300 yuan. I think it's too expensive and a little inappropriate. I said to give my mother a necklace or a ring or something, and they said to sell it at the school gate ... Since then, I can't wait to get out of school.

Finally, after school, I hurried to the canteen and carefully found a jewelry seller. I found it. I chose a transparent ring with a little green inside. I asked the assistant aunt how much it was. She said fifty cents, and I quickly took it out of my pocket.

I had a good time all the way. When I got home, I put the ring in a blue jewelry box and matched it with a bracelet. It's beautiful. Knock, knock ... Someone knocks. It's mom. I quickly stepped forward and hugged her. She said, "Why are you so happy today?" I said, mom, close your eyes, but it's too late. Too soon. I took the ring to my mother like a magician. Mom opened her eyes and said, "It's beautiful, baby. You have grown up and have filial piety. You are really a good daughter of your mother. " Hee hee, I smiled mischievously, and so did my mother.

When the light shines into the room, I know that a new day is coming …

Sunshine Wan Li, sunshine warms my heart.

That year, I was very naughty and often made trouble. When I first entered middle school, I met my Chinese teacher very gently. I remember that time, although my composition was an exercise, it was also well written. You encouraged me to make progress in my composition. Because of your words, I have been trying to do better since then, but my ability is limited and I have been wandering in the middle, and I am gradually disheartened. Until every time I encounter difficulties, you will always appear by my side, giving me warmth and illuminating my heart. With the passage of time, the score is improving bit by bit, because your words are always in my heart, and every time I want to give up, I hear those words from my heart. My heart will be warm because of you.

Dark clouds covered the sky, but the sun was still warm.

I remember that time, the people in the sky gathered together, the wind was very strong, and it was going to rain soon. You said, "Look at you, everyone is sad. God is crying for me, and you are not easy to learn. Otherwise, how can we be worthy of our parents and God? " That joke warmed my heart again.

I skip numbers in every class. Which pair of eyes did you use to tell me, "Stop skipping the number and concentrate on the class." Although a little harsh, I know it's better for you to be me.

After the rain, the sun is still shining.

I will remember all your kindness to me. I was shocked when you flew into a rage in class, but in the second half of class, you rallied under our comfort, with the same appearance and gentleness. ...

If you are sunshine, then I am a sapling that needs sunshine. You bring me sunshine and hope.

The sunshine in my heart is you-teacher.