Narrative writing in grade one of junior high school

Everyone has tried to write a composition in study, work and even life. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is my narrative composition for everyone, welcome to share.

Narrative composition 1 "There is no shortage of beauty in the world, but only the eyes that find beauty." I like this sentence very much, because life is really full of beauty everywhere. When I was young, I didn't know what real "beauty" was. I think beauty is flowers and plants in the street park; Beauty is a conch on the beach; Beauty is the beautiful scenery along the street ... but it was not until that day that I understood the true meaning of "beauty"

It happened to be my 10 birthday. I didn't listen to the class much all day, because my mother said in the morning, "My father and I will give you a surprise in the evening."

After a whole day's class, the teacher finally announced that school was over. I packed my stationery in a hurry and went downstairs.

On the second floor, I suddenly heard a bang and saw a dark cloud in the sky. Raindrops as big as beans poured down, and the trees outside the window were blown to the east and west by the wind, as if they were going to fall down the next second.

The cold wind made me tremble all over, I thought, which is really strange. It's clear in Wan Li just now. Why did it suddenly turn into a downpour? It doesn't make sense!

Because it began to rain suddenly, and I didn't have any rainproof measures such as an umbrella and raincoat, I had to sit in a chair on the first floor and wait until the rain stopped before walking home.

But I waited left and right, and the rain didn't mean to stop at all, but it rained harder and harder. I subconsciously looked around and saw that many students were sent back by their parents. I looked at the gloomy day and couldn't help thinking: Will my parents come to pick me up, too?

So I waited in the chair for a long time and didn't see my parents until I was paralyzed.

Just when I was ready to despair, a string of familiar footsteps came into my ears ... it was mom!

"Mom ..." I called my mom and ran quickly to her. My mom immediately picked me up.

For a moment, I feel that the world is so beautiful!

It turns out that true beauty is hidden in people's hearts!

Narrative composition 2 "Son, I have something to do when I go out with your father. You continue to review, and later you go to the basement to get some cabbage. "

"Oh." Although the answer was casual, I was already in a cold sweat.

"hoo." The door is closed, the wind is whistling and the window is blowing. It seems that I am reviewing, but I no longer study in my heart. My mind is full of the idea of going to the "little black room". The thought of it makes my hair stand on end.

Time goes by, it's past ten, and mom and dad haven't come yet, so hurry out and act. I had to eat a "belt-fried shredded pork" and thought of it. I hesitated for a while and wandered around the living room for a few times. Finally, my fear overcame my fear, fought poison with poison, and got up the courage to go downstairs.

It's still moonlight outside and the sky is pale. The Milky Way gives people a romantic feeling, but my heart is about to jump out of fear. I have been afraid of the dark since I was a child. Once, driven by curiosity, I went to play in a dark abandoned house. Suddenly, a big black dog ran to me and I burst into tears. Fortunately, my mother came, and I was not hurt. Otherwise, you must be short of arms and legs. Therefore, since then, I have been particularly afraid of dark and fierce dogs.

I walked carefully into the basement. It's dark inside, and nothing can be seen, let alone cabbage, even the shadow of cabbage can't be seen. I walked on and put my hands in front of me. Suddenly, my leg stepped on something hard. I was surprised and slowly bent down to pick it up. In the faint moonlight, I vaguely saw that it was a wooden stick. Keep groping for progress. In the moonlight, I opened the door with Chinese cabbage. The moment I opened the door, I saw a huge monster, flashing red light. I got down on my knees screaming with fear. He gasped and said, "What's the matter? It's terrible ... "Think about it, that's mom's electric car, and that red light is the charger's light.

Thinking of this, I immediately went downstairs, picked up a cabbage and ran upstairs. As soon as I went upstairs, I was relieved. Look at the time, 1 1 o'clock. I didn't expect it to take me more than an hour to get something.

When mom and dad came back, they all praised me for overcoming my fear and crossing it!

In my life, there are many small things that I don't pay attention to at all. For example, my mother reminded me to write correctly, but I didn't agree, and I replied a word or two from time to time. In my opinion, small things won't do much harm, as long as I pay attention to important things. Although I want to be perfect myself, I can't do it well, and my parents only remind me a little, so I "have no small things in my eyes" and fish in troubled waters. However, a little thing happened today, which changed my view on small things.

On a sunny noon. Although the weather is fine, there are dark clouds behind the rainbow. I just finished eating, and I'm going to do my homework. Suddenly, I was stopped by my mother. "Look at your bowl. Why don't even eat clean? " As soon as I saw it, I easily said, "Oh! I will eat clean next time! " My mother scolded me when she saw me like this. "How can you eat like this in other people's homes?" I replied faintly: "I don't eat at other people's homes anyway!" " Mom is really angry this time. I didn't expect her to have such a big temper for this matter! "You can see your personality and living habits from your eating behavior! Besides, if food is precious, you will waste it! The thunder guild came out to scold you! Eat your meal quickly! " Mom's serious expression made me have to finish all the rice in the bowl.

This incident made me feel ashamed, and it also made me understand a truth: small things can't be ignored. A person's habit of treating small things can profoundly reflect a person's quality. If one wants to be respected and loved by others, one must cultivate good habits from an early age!

It's the last night of winter, and an old peach tree is standing on the roadside, with some small buds on its branches, ready to welcome the arrival of spring. I don't know when the wind started, and the peach branches swayed with the wind, looking so listless. The wind is blowing harder and harder, as if to blow away all these little buds. It shook the old peach tree so badly that some bark fell off. The old peach tree gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and let the wind wreak havoc. A few small dead leaves on the tree were blown far away, and some small buds were blown away. The old peach tree protected these messengers of spring as much as possible, held back the strong wind and waited.

The wind rolled up the gravel on the ground, forming a "tornado" to beat the old peach trees and destroy these small buds. Because of old age and infirmity, the old tree was blown stagger and dying. Other tall and straight trees are more energetic in strong winds. Those powerful "boys" are all watching the jokes of the old peach tree, and no one wants to help him. "Look at it, it's dying, it's still alive," said one of them. The other party replied: "Yes, knowing that you can't do it is a dead end. Hey, there is no way. "

At this time, a faint light appeared on the horizon, and the old peach tree seemed to see hope. The weak sunshine lets it know that spring is coming, and it is determined to stick to it. The strong wind seems to be tired after a night of tossing, and I don't know when I will go home quietly to rest. The sun climbed up the treetops slowly, emitting thousands of rays. Tears welled up in the eyes of the old peach tree, and the first beautiful peach blossom slowly opened. This flower is pink, crystal clear, emitting a faint fragrance, which is his first gift to spring. All the other trees were stunned by their bare trunks. They admire the spirit of the old peach tree very much. They never believed that it would be strong enough to come this far.

They stared at the old peach tree, and the second peach tree blossomed again. Early spring is no longer monotonous. There are many messengers coming. Do not believe you, there is another small peach blossom. The old peach tree should cherish this moment with all its energy to welcome the spring. It keeps its florets open and open. ...

Everyone will experience different love between teachers and students, some are serious, some are humorous, some are kind … and mine is humorous, serious and relaxed! I am the big brother in grade six, and I will have a quiz soon. My mood is both tense and sad! The reason is that we should review quickly after the quiz and get into a good middle school, but as we all know, after the quiz, our classmates will be separated from their teachers for six years.

Although I told the teacher that we haven't been together for a long time, our feelings are very strong. Teacher Xiang is a good teacher who can make students relax and obey. As long as he teaches us, the class will be very interesting! Sometimes I play a little joke on the teacher to make the students happy, and sometimes I make the students obey.

Remember that April Fool's Day. That day, I came to school as usual, and the school was quiet. I came to the school pavilion and sat down, waiting for the arrival of my classmates. After a while, the students came, and one of them said, "Don't believe anything anyone says today, or you will suffer a big loss." Before I came to my senses, I said in a daze, "How did you lose?" The students said in unison, "Because today is April Fool's Day!" After listening to it, I suddenly realized.

Ding! The bell rang. The students rushed into the classroom and sat down, waiting for the teacher to arrive. The teacher came, only to find him walking into the classroom in a suit and tie. He said seriously, "We have an exam today! I will give my classmates five minutes to review. " Then he walked to the office. Hearing the teacher's words, we hurried to review like a sunny day. At this moment, a classmate said, "Oh, my God! I won't accumulate over time! " Suddenly, a classmate said, "The teacher is coming." I only saw the teacher holding a Chinese book-no paper. Walk into the classroom and say to the teacher, "Happy April Fool's Day!" " "Suddenly, our classmates poked each other.

This is because Xiang is humorous, serious and relaxed ... then everyone has a strong relationship with Teacher Xiang! It's a pity to part now!

The future is like a coke can, you don't know how much coke there is; Now, it is as clear as transparent glass. Don't worry about the vague future, work hard for the clear present, and you must believe that there is no unattainable tomorrow.

I got good grades in my class, but it wasn't born. I didn't get such good grades in my freshman year, but that day changed me. I still remember one day in May, the night before the exam. Mom and dad are asleep, the light is still on and the fan is still turning. I sat on the stool, reviewed over and over again, took out all the test papers, and did the wrong questions several times ... After a while, I rubbed my eyes and thought: Will tomorrow's questions be difficult? Will I fail the exam ... The more I think about it, the more uneasy I am, and I can't sleep well. On the day of the exam, I worked hard to do the questions and checked them over and over again after I finished. On the day of handing out the test paper, I remember that it was cloudy every day, white clouds covered the sun, and the plants were unhappy. I did badly in the exam. I cried on the way home, and tears welled up in my eyes. I think the sky is falling. I have worked hard, but I still did badly in the exam. Recalling the hard work of these days, looking at the test scores in my hands, my eyes can't help but be veiled, just like the future, everything becomes unclear. When I got home, I immediately copied the wrong questions several times, checked them over and over again after I finished my homework ... I cried again and again when the test papers were handed out ... Finally, many things were lost. At that moment, I understood: maybe I worked hard for so long and still didn't get anything. I am so depressed that I even doubt the significance of my efforts. But this is also not an excuse to give up your efforts, because efforts are never successful, but you can feel the difference between you and others in the years of hard work.

Don't worry about the vague future, just work hard for the clear present. Efforts will never succeed, you have to believe that there is no tomorrow that you can't reach.

Friendship is the fire in your heart, which warms your heart; Friendship is the pen that outlines your soul; Friendship is a cup of nectar that moistens your heart; Friendship is a cup with your heart in it. ...

I remember it was a hot summer. I buried my head in the bed, and my mother called me, "Little slacker, the sun is shining on my ass!" " Still not up! "Ah! I really can't stand my mother's "lion roar" and have to get up reluctantly. The weather is as sunny as ever. After dinner, I put on new clothes, hummed a ditty with my schoolbag on my back, and walked to school. Walking, I met my good friend. We talked and laughed and had a good time all the way.

I have classes as usual, and I have an exam today. Look, the braggart Guo is bragging to his classmates with his new ink again! I just heard the sound of "ah". There is a black spot on my new dress. I couldn't help shouting. In an instant, my eyes filled with tears. I thought, this is the skirt my father brought me back from America! Guo immediately said sorry. I ignored him, just looked at the black spots on my clothes and tried to get rid of them, but it was useless. I said with tears, "You paid for my clothes. My father bought them from America. You pay for my clothes! " Loud noise ... "The teacher just came in and saw me crying so sadly, and immediately asked the students what had happened.

Afterwards, the teacher comforted me: "Sunrise, don't be sad. Guo didn't mean it. You should forgive him. You are classmates! " Students should understand each other, don't you think? "I nodded. Guo also shouted anxiously: "Sunglow, I ... I ... didn't mean to ... forgive me!" " "I listened to the teacher carefully and understood a lot. I said, "Well, I forgive you!"

Ha ha ha ... laughter echoed in our hearts.

Friendship is the most precious thing in life. Without it, you will lose everything, so students must cherish friendship, it is your soul.

At that moment, only those once familiar hands were left in front of me, and I froze. ...

As usual, I still walk in front with my backpack on my back, and my mother walks behind me, carrying big bags and small bags. Accompany me to the station without saying a word.

Silence all the way, I really can't stand this lonely "mom-"this gentle cry pierced the silent sky. My heart is pounding, because I was afraid, I didn't take the initiative to say hello to my mother since I was a child. This time ... "Mom, will she ignore me?" I felt uneasy and regretted shouting just now.

A few seconds later, my mother's gentle and familiar voice came from behind: "Don't walk too fast, it's windy, be careful to catch cold!" " "I stopped and turned to look at my mother behind me.

It's a little difficult for my mother to walk in the strong wind with so many things. I saw that my mother worked hard to take that step, and the wind was too strong! I ran back. Somehow, I don't like talking to my mother. What's wrong with me? I reached out and mentioned what was in her hand. It's heavy! My body can't help crying. Seeing me like this, my mother smiled and held out her empty hand and said, "Can't you lift it?" ! Give it back to me! Mom is used to it! "I shook my head, eyes touching the outstretched hand. What kind of hand is that? ...

Mother's hands have lost their former beauty and become extremely rough. Those large and small, deeply sunken gullies have now become her hands. Those hands that washed many clothes for me! How many midnight snacks have those hands made for me! Those hands that never fall on my face in the air!

My eyes are dim, my nose is sour, my eyes are full of tears, and my head is deeply buried in my scarf. As for whether I cried or not, I don't know, only that my lens is a fog.

In that mind, my mother's hand was printed and could not be brushed away for a long time. ...

Have you ever seen the weeds growing on the edge of the ridge? Have you noticed the weeds in the corner pile? I have never paid attention to them, because they really attract people's attention, and they can only be ordinary weeds again.

Others are self-sufficient, but they especially like weeds. I remember that every holiday, Tao would follow his parents to grandma's house. Several paddy fields in front of grandma's house were rented out by Ding Qin. On the fourth holiday, I saw that the harvested fields were full of residual or sparse or dense weeds to see if they were clear and green.

"Grandma, why is there so much grass growing?" I'm sorry to ask.

I saw my grandmother understate: "The long grass beetle looks better, but it will be ugly after cutting rice." "

Indeed, this piece of green is like a real net, like a green silk dress covering the faces of those who put black and ugly nets, plus a yellow pinch flower-wild chrysanthemum as a decoration, which makes them more fearless to let go of their minds and simply put their armor on the internet to point at them.

Once, grandma married with children pinched the fence to feed the ducks. Hey, pinch it back to Sue. As she walked, she said to herself, "Damn these grasses, they are trampled to death every day." The click of this house is like a road. If you want to raise like these ducks, there will be no residual benefits on this road, and it will grow naturally like weeds. Some were trampled down, some were broken in the mud, and some were slowly pushed down, holding tightly and calmly.

"From the original good grass, it will be pinched when it is old. Wildfires are scarce and spring breeze blows. " Tuo suddenly remembered Bai Juyi's poem praising "grass". Laugh, they are born with it, grow with it, but have no need; They dragged off the slag, but they made a comeback and dragged it down. I think we should learn to pinch some weeds to drag our spirits after finishing B-pour B, stand up, pour B, stand up …

Narrative composition 10 Today, I turned over the photos of my childhood with great interest and said to myself, "How much do you think I have changed since I was a child?" Turning it over, I can see: in a photo, I am smiling happily, holding a rope in my hand, and only cicadas are tied to the rope ... unconsciously, I am caught in memories.

Vaguely remember, that summer, I went to grandma's house on the mountain to spend the summer. The scenery on the mountain is dazzling. A snake creek, boxes of cabins and thousands of books are all good scenery there. What about cicadas on the mountain? Worse.

Because I can't stand the temptation of noise, I tied a black cicada with thin thread and put it up as a kite. At that time, I was so happy that I almost cried, "Ha ha! Fly a kite! " . In my eyes! Cicada flies desperately, as if a kite is determined to fly high by itself. As I ran forward, I thought happily: Who told you to be so noisy and so disobedient? Dad took this photo for me on a whim.

Go to grandma's house once. Grandma's house is in the countryside, a field in the countryside! There are all kinds of vegetables, and it is a green ocean. In this green ocean, my cousin and I took a leisurely walk. Suddenly, a twisted "sea snake" caught my eye.

Looking at the sea snake carefully, I almost threw up all over the floor. It turned out to be an earthworm. Earthworms bend to the left, twist to the right, jump forward and slide backward. It's disgusting. I willy-nilly, one foot cut in the middle of its body. As a result, the earthworm not only did not die, but became two. Hey! What's going on here? I thought the same thing when I was very young. I didn't give up, and I kept chopping hard, and my face turned red. At this time, I was angry and shouted with interest: "What is it!" Then move on.

Thinking about thinking, my thoughts returned to the photo. Yes! Happy childhood, miss! I thought to myself.

Narrative composition 1 1, the first day of the narrative has witnessed the moment when a butterfly breaks out of its cocoon, although the process between the two has never been observed. I often think that it must be a painful process, painful and long, how the thin and tender butterfly wings break free from the cage-like thick cocoon. ...

It suddenly occurred to me that I had been bathed in the cocoon of love and care. At that time, I straddled my father's neck like a horse, accepted the gift from heaven, crossed the golden fields and blew the intoxicating autumn wind. At that time, I ran home from school every day, got into my mother's arms, said personal words, and touched every inch of my mother's face with saliva. At that time, I was simply the happiest person in the world.

Then one day, the closed cocoon finally can't hold the great ambition of the caterpillar to fly; It is no longer my dream to be spoiled by my parents all my life.

So the caterpillar in the cocoon began to stir, oh no, it became a flying butterfly. He tried to touch the inner wall of the cocoon with his newly formed wings, which was totally useless! Then he worked harder and harder ... when the cocoon was finally shaken and exhausted, he didn't stop because he didn't succeed. It continued to hit the cocoon wall, yes, from touching to hitting! Finally, a small hole appeared, and the sun couldn't wait to get in. It is very tired, but it looks very excited. He made the hole as big as he could until it was big enough to fly out.

He's out! It raised its wings, and then he flapped its wings and flew higher and higher. When the children saw her, they exclaimed, What a beautiful pattern! It seems to be showing off, thanking it for staying on everyone's shoulders.

Yes, it turned into a perfect butterfly!

For my dream, I jumped off my father's shoulder and left my mother's arms. I also began to do what I could with my little strength. My strength is getting bigger and bigger and I can do more and more. Even if I was tired, fell down, sweated and shed tears, I didn't stop.

Now that I am in the examination room, I can't help secretly swearing that I will eventually break free from the cocoon and become a butterfly with my own color. At that time, I would also dance and fly on my parents' shoulders and tell them in my way: I broke out of my cocoon.

My hometown is not far from Hangzhou, in Daicun Town, Xiaoshan.

A few years ago, I took my sister to my grandmother's house to play. This is her first time here, so I'll be a "little tour guide". As soon as I arrived at my grandmother's house, I thought about taking my sister up the mountain. It happens that my grandmother is going to grow vegetables, too.

It was summer and there were many mosquitoes. We had to walk in the strong wind. As soon as we arrive at the vegetable field, it is refreshing, and the crisp cicada sounds like a symphony, welcoming our arrival; Green vegetables, crystal clear, make my mouth water. Next to each vegetable field, there is a long bamboo pole with plastic bags on it. I asked my grandmother curiously, "What are these plastic bags for?" "It is used to catch birds." Grandma replied. I think the wisdom of the working people is reflected here.

At this time, my mother suddenly asked us a question: "Do you know what is planted under this ground?" Said and gestured with the hand. "peanuts? ! "Sister answered doubtfully. "no!" "It's potatoes!" "Yes, it's potatoes!" Mom asked me to water the pumpkin seedlings, haha, this is the reward for getting it right. It was getting late, and grandma came down the mountain with a heavy basket full of vegetables.

At dusk, my mother asked my sister and I to catch a chicken and stew it at night. Great, I like chicken best. We both stared at a strong old hen. I hid behind the wall, and my sister slowly drove the chicken over. I saw the hen swaggering over and kept "clucking". At this time, my sister suddenly ran over, and the hen was shocked and ran in my direction. It was my turn to show my talents. I ran quickly and caught the hen trying to escape. "Yes! We won! " In the evening, we had a sumptuous "whole chicken feast".

Country life makes me yearn for, satisfy and cherish.

13 on the third day, I got up early in the morning and the weather was particularly good. The sky is blue and there are no clouds in Wan Li. Today, our family will go to grandma's house to pay a New Year call. Mom and dad have prepared so many gifts that they can't fit in the trunk.

We set off at seven o'clock, got on the Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway, and soon arrived in Zhenjiang. The magnificent Runyang Bridge is in front of us. Dad slowed down and drove on the bridge. I looked down from the window. Wow! What a wide Yangtze River! When I got off the bridge, I turned to the Beijing-Shanghai Expressway. At this time, my father accelerated to the north. At noon, we finally arrived at my grandmother's house, and my grandparents and uncle were already waiting at the door. I wish my grandparents a happy New Year and good health. I received another big red envelope! I'm so happy. I also gave my little brother a lot of toys and stationery. Little brother is very happy! In the afternoon, we will play catch-up games together. At night, we lit big flowers, and colorful fireworks bloomed high in the night sky, which was very beautiful! Then, we put on Kongming lanterns, and I let my best wishes be taken to the high night sky. Kongming Lantern flies until it can't be distinguished from the stars. At this time, I found many stars in the sky, so bright and so bright-flashing in the quiet night sky, which is rare in the city, ah! Grandma's starry sky is so beautiful!

Two days passed quickly, and we are going back to Changzhou. My grandparents and relatives in the village sent them again and again. I shook hands with my little brother to say goodbye! Goodbye, grandma's house, goodbye to the village that brought me happiness and the stars in the sky!

I will come back next year!

Narrative composition 14, grade one, all kinds of obstacles on the road to growth. It is like a net, which imprisons your vitality; It is like a wall, which constitutes your self-limitation and development ... Only when you cross it can you go further and further on the road of growth.

Cross that pride barrier.

I remember once, I got a good grade in the exam, and I felt that my little tail was going to heaven. From then on, I often deserted in class and didn't review at home. I always feel that I am very powerful. But when I stopped and settled on the status quo, a bunch of people were already struggling to catch up. As a result, I didn't do well in the second exam. This lesson made me understand that only by stepping over the pride and doing things in a down-to-earth manner can we make continuous progress.

Cross that cowardly obstacle.

I am a timid person, afraid to show myself in front of many people, but nothing is impossible. As long as you have enough faith and courage, I want to be a brave person, dare to show myself in front of many people and never shrink back. We should overcome the obstacles of cowardice and be brave and fearless.

Overcome inferiority complex.

I have been poor in sports and run very slowly. I feel a sense of inferiority when others pass by one by one. Why can't I always run ahead of others? I must be too bad ... time and time again, I give up halfway, thinking: since I can't run, I just don't run. But now that I am sensible, we should give ourselves more confidence, believe in ourselves, and don't let inferiority become the reason for you to give up. We should overcome our inferiority complex and live confidently.

Zhuge Liang is not nervous about the army sitting alone in an empty city; Genghis Khan was invincible and unified Mongolia; The western Qin dynasty and the eastern Han dynasty ruled the whole country ... this is because they have passed that hurdle before they can achieve great things and reach the peak of their lives. We must also experience the inevitable obstacles in life.

In my childhood, there were many troubles, but the most troublesome thing was that I didn't have a rest seven days a week. Alas, I really want to have a rest! I don't know when I can rest.

One day, I finally finished my homework. I am so happy, because I can have a rest! As soon as I stepped out of the room door, my mother grabbed me and asked, "Mom, what can I do for you?" "What can I do for you? Have you finished your homework? " Mother shouted. I looked down and said hesitantly, "No ... No ..." She roared, "Then do it quickly." I was scolded all over and broke out in a cold sweat, which was terrible. I had to be depressed and reluctantly returned to the study desk, sighing for half a day, taking out extracurricular materials, and reluctantly picking up a pen to do the topic. I feel that the more I write, the heavier my pen is, like holding an iron bar weighing thousands of pounds. In order not to annoy my mother, I had to bite the bullet and write it down. If you are tired, just rest for a minute or two. I looked at the clock, and time was running out. I really hate letting this wonderful time slip away when I'm not paying attention! Mom, when can I spend my time by myself? Even if it's only for an hour, or half an hour, God, when will I be free!

I think it should be my responsibility to do my homework. Maybe I can write faster, so I can be free. Thought of here I can't help but nodded. That's a good idea. I once looked at my watch. Wow, it's already half past ten. I'd better wash my face and go to bed.

Sleeping in bed, I think it is not easy to reach the sixth grade. How many ups and downs to go through, more and more troubles, even a day is too busy. I can also have a comfortable sleep, which can help me relieve all my troubles and fatigue. Gradually, I entered a sweet dream. ...