Continuous narration

I believe that everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, especially frequently used narrative articles, such as taking notes, diaries, travel notes, legends, news, newsletters, novels, etc. , all belong to the category of narrative. How to write a narrative is more infectious? The following is the running narrative I compiled for you, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Narrative of running 1 When raindrops graze the skin, it seems to be a distant call, a sincere reminder and an earnest greeting, eagerly telling me that children without umbrellas must run.

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Spring rain always comes to this world so slowly. It is not summer's irritability, autumn's bleak, nor winter's tranquility, but quietly, quietly and gently knocking on your heart, fiddling with your heartstrings, stirring up ripples and wandering in a beautiful world; But it is also calm, it will give you the greatest freedom of thinking when you succeed or fail, rejoice or lose.

Tick-tock, the spring rain that moistens the earth has finally come. Plants that have been looking forward to a winter are eager to take out new buds angrily, but the petite body seems unable to bear this grand baptism. The pearls falling on the petals gently slide down and return to the earth. People who are looking forward to a winter take off their heavy cotton-padded jackets and tread lightly on the depressions on the slate road with their feet. The aroused spray whirled and jumped in mid-air and finally drifted mottled. Suddenly, the gentle drizzle became urgent, as if to kiss the earth better. The sweet air filled the layers, and people no longer stopped to communicate with it, but more fled from this instant change. I don't know why I feel depressed, but this scene seems to reappear, bringing me back to that rainy day not long ago.

Someone said, "I was most afraid of exams when I was a student." I once foolishly thought that maybe I could break the spell, but the facts told me that I was wrong. If the exam rains, you will naturally be in a bad mood, not to mention knowing that your grades are not ideal. Suddenly a chill swept through my body. It was God who spurned my incompetence and tried to make me understand my failure and cowardice with this small punishment. Thin clothes have already been soaked, and I am walking in the street in a wooden way, looking at things that have been fanatical, but my heart is as calm and lost as stagnant water. There are two voices arguing in my heart, which makes me feel that at least I still have a soul: "You are really weak and incompetent. You can't do such a simple thing as an exam, stupid! " ""Are you so easily defeated by failure? Didn't you tell yourself to be strong? Wake up, look around and look at yourself! "

I don't know whether it is tears or rain on my face, but my eyes are blurred. The increasingly clear sound of rain seems to shake my eardrum, just to let me hear the true voice in my heart: children without umbrellas must run.

I don't know if I'm talking about bravely facing failure and bravely running forward, or if there is a reason for my failure today. When I relax, is everyone working hard in silence? And I lost not only my success, but also my humiliation, which made me try to catch up.

The sun rising slowly on the horizon shows a warm smile, inlaid with the quietness of Xia Zi. The sky is bright and clear like an uncut charming gem, but it is hung with the freest smile. Years are good, the world is rainy, and I am still.

At the moment when raindrops crossed my heart, I really understood: children without umbrellas must run!

Looking at the calendar torn from the wall, the string of red numbers became thinner. Covered with touching night, I looked at the distant lights and watched the night slip away like water-tomorrow is the physical education entrance examination.

After a long training, I am full of confidence in myself, but I am not a little nervous, because this is the prelude to the senior high school entrance examination. For this senior high school entrance examination, everyone tried their best: wearing shorts to reduce resistance; Drink red bull to prevent fatigue. The school even worried the second-grade students, beating gongs and drums to shout for us!

The senior high school entrance examination, spell it!

A gurgling stream

Wrapped in a purple down jacket, carrying a bunch of bear ear bags, patting a long line and walking to the gym. "Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow." In this bubbling water, some people are talking and laughing with their pockets, while others seem to be making friends. While enjoying the scenery along the way, I thought about his "red wine" over and over again, and my face was stiff and silent.

With light steps, we were put into Auschwitz concentration camp, which was not a "death factory" built by Nazi Germany.

The so-called Auschwitz concentration camp is just a miniature football field surrounded by high barbed wire. This is the habitat of our migratory birds.

At the teacher's command, our habitat time is over and we have to start the real migration. During this journey, some migratory birds will fall behind because of physical exhaustion, while others will be guides along the way, flying to warm places with strong wings.

Stroke function image

After everything was ready, we, a passer-by, walked firmly to the solid stadium. As soon as the sound of the machine rang, the orange ball crossed an arc in the sky.

It's my turn I took off my purple coat. Eager to try.

A cool breeze got into my cuffs, and I couldn't help shivering. "What is this cold? Come on, Cheng! " I said to myself.

The left leg is straight, the right foot is bent, an orange ball is in hand, and the body is slightly tilted.

"Start." The machine gave instructions.

My body is like a spring, bending down and bouncing back. I threw the cute little chubby ball out and drew a perfect quadratic function image on the scarlet playground. My eyes were fixed on the ball until it fell out of the perfect line, and my heart was put down.

Behind me is Li Xinyi, who has told me many times. I must stand beside her when she throws it, so that she will feel safe.

Her small body is full of power, and it only needs a match to burn into a raging fire.

"Hold the ball steady." "Bend down a little more!" I shouted anxiously beside me.

"Su-"the ball landed, just short of perfect score.

"Never mind, try again and adjust your posture."

The little girl's face was slightly red, so she remained optimistic even though she didn't get full marks in the exam.

I nervously looked at the posture of other female students throwing solid balls and saw that they had done something wrong. Just like the aunt who bought food at the vegetable market, she shouted out without hesitation and watched others throw solid balls harder than herself.

The referee finally could not help it. She roared, "Be quiet, we can't hear the alarm!" "

My face seems to have been painted with rouge and turned red in an instant. My voice is a little low. . . . . .

In this way, we migratory birds flew into a new reed.

Dancing cutting magnetic induction line

"If life is just like the first sight, it is already a grass outside the sunset." We completed the solid ball project efficiently and stepped into the gym door with a little grass breath.

Volleyball is tested indoors. Our 10 team filed into the museum. Elegant yellow halo reflected on the floor, this color is very warm.

I stood at my designated venue, tried the ball and shot around with murderous eyes.

"Oh, my God! Every venue is equipped with cameras, and it is really good to monitor our volleyball. " I don't know when the little white angel appeared.

Padding volleyball, there is no pressure, the ball obediently listens to my command and swings up and down rhythmically, just like the science teacher said in class to cut the magnetic induction line. Maybe I'm still generating electricity!

A tumultuous circle

The long journey awaits migratory birds. They know the journey is tiring, but they never give up. There are clear lakes and vast skies to fly.

Fate is always so strange that we are fearless all the way down. We are the third group and have become the first group in the whole school.

We listened carefully to the referee's sister teach us to wear a timer. At this time, the rain fell on our heads, and it began to rain lightly. Is God extending our rest time? My heart secretly rejoiced.

Unconsciously, the rain stopped. We took off our coats and trousers. Go into battle lightly. Actually, I've already fought two wars.

A row of girls stood at the starting line, eager to try. As soon as the gunfire rang, they rushed out like arrows. Because the strength of our group is almost the same, I follow the tactics set by Teacher Li and run at a constant speed after the first 50 meters.

At the first corner, Xinxin seems to be preparing for the basketball exam. "Jie Ge! Come on! " Her crisp voice filled my ears.

Since I am standing on the playground, I know that the only thing I can do is to run, and I keep breathing at a constant speed.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way." Miss Li climbed up the fence and shouted. I will do it.

Around the fence, parents, teachers, and students in Grade Two have built a living barrier.

The sound of gongs and drums, shouts and voices reached my ears. At this time, my breathing became heavy and my legs seemed to be filled with lead.

"Cheng! Come on! " I can clearly hear Mr. Feng's cheers. "Come on, Class Nine, Come on, Cheng." The sound of gongs and drums was mixed with shouts.

Heavy footsteps sway, breathing becomes irregular, and the surrounding breathing images hit the ears and make a huge sigh. It is not clear whether it is an exclamation point or a period. I was caught up by a horse, my head was buzzing, I couldn't lift my head, and I ran like hell.

200m,100m

The students who threw solid balls aside also put down the balls and cheered for us: "Brother Jie, come on!" " ""Jie Ge, come on! "

The sound of refueling keeps pounding my ears.

Fifty meters, thirty meters.

I grit my teeth and really don't have the strength to rush. My belief spurs me-I can't give up and fight for the senior high school entrance examination!

The finish line is here, and I beat myself!

I stood by the finish line, resting, only feeling that the world was shaking, shaking at all. My throat smells of blood, my chest is stuffy and my lungs are breathing strongly. My friends ran to the finish line one after another, and I struggled to one side, and finally I couldn't hold on. My lower body seems to have been stripped of its skeleton and collapsed on the ground.

Two principals arrived one after another and came up to me.

"Cheng, how do you feel about running? I'll cheer you up. I have been watching you run! " President Cao smiled and said to me in that solemn and heavy voice.

I looked up with a big smile and tried my best to say, "I think so."

"Cheng practices every night. I believe she can. " One side of the school answered.

I am deeply honored by the attention of the two principals. I am a blessing for generations!

Migratory birds, quietly elegant, the rain is ticking, the breeze is quietly coming, and they come and go like clouds, like a dream.

Running narrative 3 "Da, Da, Da ……" I was the only one on the empty playground, walking slowly in the rain with brisk steps. I really enjoy the feeling of running, because my goal and direction are ahead, so I don't have to worry about other troubles. All I see is the freshness that comes to my face.

That time, I was accidentally selected for the track and field team and participated in the competition on behalf of the school. I am very excited, but what comes with it is a vague worry: what should I do if I am a master?

As the competition approaches, the teacher's encouragement is the greatest motivation. Although it gave me a little confidence, I was still worried about my legs. After the teacher took us to the venue, we started a series of intense preparatory activities, such as sprinting leg press, leg lifts and leapfrog … I felt exhausted before the game started.

I haven't had time to see the appearance of the venue, and the alarm bell of the game has already sounded. When the teacher said that I played the first game, I was shocked and had a sense of tension. I looked at the stadium, and it seemed a little gloomy.

It's almost my turn! My heart beat faster, my legs trembled violently, and I got on the starter with trepidation. Suddenly some thoughts came to my mind: what should I do if I can't run well? What if I come last? Maybe the teacher expects too much from me? Just when my mind was in chaos, I suddenly heard some familiar voices: "Shen Hanshu, come quickly!" " "These five short words made me look forward and strengthened my belief. I gave them a grateful look, and their eyes showed victory. I concentrated and listened to "Bang!" With a roar, the students rushed to run. Unexpectedly, I was late in a panic, leaving other students far behind. I was a little disappointed to see them all in front, but the words of my classmates kept echoing in my ears: "Come on, surpass them and make a good start for the school!" " "Hearing this sentence, I ran on the runway like someone suddenly installed a motor for me. I can't help but feel proud to see them being surpassed by me one by one. But when I was proud, I was accidentally overtaken by one or two classmates, and I felt angry and anxious. When I was in a panic, I remembered what my teacher said to me: When I am tired, I should look forward and swing my arms. So I did as the teacher said: I let my arms drive my body, my legs worked hard, I gritted my teeth, and finally I crossed the finish line first at the last minute. I was so tired and complacent that my teammates jumped on me and the teachers came to celebrate.

Finally, the students entered the finals one by one like me. After lunch, we walked into the stadium in high spirits again. There were fewer people in the morning and it was getting darker and darker, but we were still full of confidence and achieved good results in the final.

Then we lay exhausted on the bus. At sunset, this smoke-filled battlefield seems to be covered with a layer of gold at this moment, far less gloomy than before the game. We looked at the stadium in the distance, which used to be the place where we pursued our dreams. ...

Emerson once said, "Health is the first wealth in life." On the long road of life, only health is your longest companion. How to maintain health? As the saying goes, "life lies in exercise", and my favorite way of exercise is running. I have my running life!

Whenever and wherever, I am running. I am running and surpassing myself; I am running, surpassing my opponent; I'm running, it's overtime!

Every little thing is part of my running life. I always run before exams. I'm racing against time. I have to review against time every day. I sweated profusely on this long study road, and set myself a goal that I couldn't achieve at once. I always feel that if I work hard enough, I can finish it. I don't know, I spent a lot of effort from the beginning, and gradually I got tired.

After the exam, I am still running, and I am trying to run, even doing two steps in three steps, because my grades are much worse than I expected. My mother comforted me that if you can't compare with your opponent, you should compare with yourself first and try to surpass yourself first! So, I slowed down the pace of running, one step at a time, and continued to advance on the road of learning.

Gradually, I began to surpass myself and watched my performance become more and more excellent. I smiled, no longer satisfied with my own competition. I began to pay attention to my classmates who behaved closer to myself. I started running again, but the runway was already

I'm not the only one.

Sometimes, I often tilt my head and lean against the window, thinking silently: Why should I study so hard? What's the point? Just when I was running, in order not to be looked down upon by others in the future and to have my own world, I slowly opened my heart and studied! In the process of running, you will gain a lot of precious things: just like the most precious health!

We have been running all our lives until the end of the long road of life. I am proud of my running life!

I like running. No matter how hard the wind blows and how high my hair is tied, I always take full steps, let my feet touch the ground as much as possible, and then enjoy the happiness when I am panting.

Of course, on the way to running, I also laughed, fell and lost, because the road ahead seems unfathomable and endless.

"Ready, run!" A clean whistle, I rushed up, but still a beat slower, so I pulled down the gap. I struggled to make up for my mistake just now, but I was breathless and helpless. Cao Lin!' I heard the cries of my friends full of anxiety and worry. I struggled forward and ended up second to last. I decided to summon up courage and work hard next time. Take a deep breath against the wind, I am always ready to run.

90 points! I was like a bolt from the blue when I knew that the number in front of me was actually my final grade. The laughter of my classmates lingered in my ears, and my nose suddenly burst into bitter taste. I can't help crying! Full of inexplicable taste gathered in my heart, will all previous efforts become a bubble? "The strong tend to get stronger, just as the weak tend to get weaker." I remember what Emerson said. What's the use of crying? I comforted myself and made up my mind to work hard!

I tried to restrain myself when the bell woke my playful heart. When all my classmates were keen on games, I remembered that unforgettable lesson, so I gritted my teeth and let the pen start flying on the paper again. I am no longer addicted to watching cartoons. I go home from school and concentrate on reading. When your eyes are tired, turn on the computer and listen to those vivid words with your ears. Dare to go to the podium and ask the teacher if you don't understand questions. After repeated efforts, I not only got happiness, but also gained something. Three good students, second prize in essay contest, reading star. When I hold a heavy certificate, I want to thank running, which let me know that life lies in exercise.

From the beginning to the present, the short primary school time is coming to an end. I fell and got up again and again during running. I understand that if I don't stop running, there will be a qualitative leap.

The narrative life of Running 6 is a running without asking about the ranking!

When I was a child, it was far from home to school. My mother often tells me that you should get to school quickly and don't be late. So often I step out of the house with my front foot and get ready to rush to school with my back foot. On the road, green water is flowing in my ears, and wild flowers and friends are chasing and playing. There is nothing special in my memory when I pass by! At that time, when I was young, all my running was probably just my mother's "Don't be late". So life is

In this way, the road slowly unfolds in the running.

When I was in high school, I often ran a few laps on the school playground.

Running around to see the sunset slowly disappear, sometimes I can't help but imagine that there is a mountain in the west and the sun sets at the foot of that mountain. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. In the years of high school, it is inevitable to recall such sad poems. Imagine that life may be like that round of the sun walking a short distance quickly!

Narrative 7 of running is the time for spring to return to the earth, so shallow grass patches, singing and dancing, flowers in full bloom, tourists weaving, * * * enjoying the vibrant spring scenery. A bunch of spring scenery awakens all sleeping things, just like your smile, breaking the shackles of my loneliness and leading me to a clear spring.

A piece of black cloud, like splashing ink, dyed brightly, like the weight of a thousand pounds of iron, pressed on my heart, almost out of breath. Although it is spring, and the cold is still very strong, the wind blows straight to the neckline. There is a continuous drizzle from time to time. I walked on the plastic track blankly, feeling numb and helpless because no one understood and accompanied me. Facing the discomfort of the new environment, I feel like a flood.

Pat your shoulder and say "Hey!" When I was introduced, I turned my head and saw your red face appear in front of me, and the bright yellow umbrella was shared in my sky. "Why? Pretend to be sad in the rain! A cold won't kill you. " I looked at you again. Your mouth is wide open, revealing white glutinous rice teeth, like pomegranate in autumn, and two pieces of risorius are round and pink, like red ripe apples jumping on the branches. You took my hand and said affectionately, "Come on, let's go back to the dormitory. It's really cold outside. "

We don't have much verbal communication in the same class, and several conversations are just good. When did the relationship become so good? When I was puzzled, she spoke again: "Thank you so much for last time. Your umbrella helped me a lot. I almost became a drowned rat. " Umbrella! I seem to remember a rainy day. I lent her an extra umbrella. I didn't expect her to remember it for so long. A few warm vines spread in my heart and gradually wrapped around my whole heart. After chatting for a long time, we found that we are so like-minded, and our mood became as bright and dazzling as spring.

You took my hand, turned around and said seriously, "Come on! After running a few laps, it is a cold. " I am held by your warm hand. My heart is full of happiness and joy, which will soon overflow and finally become a spring smile. A few shallow grass sticks out from the soil, the dark soil exudes a unique fragrance, and the early birds compete for warm trees in the sun. Spring fills the campus.

Winter has long passed, and spring has always lived in my heart. You are like a clear spring, bright and dazzling, precious as broken gold, scattered in my heart. You lead me to the colorful spring. Running in spring, I wish to stay with you for a long time.

Running narrative 8 MSI lights through the narrow door, struggling to squeeze out light, reflected in my face, I hesitated, my outstretched hands completely solidified in the air. For a long time, standing in front of the resplendent and magnificent literary palace, wandering. ...

"Hello, classmate, the article is well written, but it doesn't quite conform to the style of this magazine ..."

Euphemistic words brought me to the South Pole, and the breath of tens of degrees below zero spread in my heart. Without sunshine, my dream will shine like a sharp knife.

Tears soaked the carefully carved words. It has always been my dream to publish articles in Youth Literature and Children's Literature, but every time I publish, I either sink into the sea or answer a sentence or two flatly. Repeated failures have made me sleep like a bear in a hibernating cave, and I have long forgotten the sweetness of honey.

"Let's run!" I walked out of the classroom and came to the circular runway in the playground. "Three, two, one ..." I mused in my mind. Speed up slowly and lift your front feet. Follow your hind feet. Swing your arm. Jump. Brilliant sunshine sprinkled on my face, and a circle with disappeared light and shadow flashed at my fingertips, which warmed my heart. After a lap, I became confident and calm, and my heart wandered in the sunny world: swaying wild flowers, charming fragrance, tenderness and tenderness penetrated into every cell.

Fly my dream/I live in my own small world/One day, the dawn shines on me, crushing my sadness/So I spread my wings/break through the cage/let the weakest sunshine/dream a new dream. ...

Everyone is an apple bitten by God. How can I pursue my dreams smoothly? How can it rain or shine? But as long as I meet the sun and pursue it hard, I will definitely go to the palace of literature. ...

The power of running makes me leave my difficulties behind. With the "running" business card, all the inferiority and sadness vanished, and only Shangri-La was in my heart.

Forefoot up. Follow your hind feet. Swing your arm. Jump. Run!

Run to the sun and the future!

At that time, running narrative 9 was my most frustrated time. At school, I have to face the shocking scores and the strange eyes that my classmates seem to have become; Back home, there is no warm care, only endless criticism and quarrel. I'm so tired, let's go outside the community.

There is a steamed bread stall at the entrance of the community. The vendor is a middle-aged Shandong man, tall and burly with a smile on his face. His steamed buns are all made by hand, and the muscles on his arms are raised one by one when kneading noodles, so the steamed buns are strong, stiff and have a strong smell of wheat.

He is kneading dough at the moment. On the chopping board, the dough was constantly beaten and rubbed, and he was sweating. At this time, I can't help but think sadly, is it worth spending so much effort to sell this little money every day? I even began to cry for the dough, being beaten, ravaged and tortured by the high temperature in the steamer. In the end, it was only worth a negligible amount of money and was accidentally swallowed. This is the value of its existence? My heart is heavier, countless people, isn't it? Including me.

Just as I was thinking so pessimistically, a new steamed bun came out. The opening of the steamed stuffed bun is a very touching scene. The big fellow let out a cry and lifted the lid, and the transpiration white fog could not wait to pour out of the cage and transpiration drifted away. This spring sunshine has brought people a long-lost touch and longing for life, which made me feel trance for an instant. The smell of wheat in the air began to disperse and people gathered around. In the big man's simple and honest smile, steamed bread was quickly sold. The smell is too strong, so I bought one, too.

Take a bite, chew it carefully, it has a faint sweetness, and the whole body is warm. Suddenly relieved. Everything has the value of existence, as small as the steamed bread in my hand, it can also satisfy people's hunger and warm people's bodies. How can I make an exception?

Perhaps, life itself is worth celebrating! Just like that big fellow, who suffered from war in his childhood and was displaced from place to place, he came to this border town and finally got a respectful and loving wife, a lively and lovely child and his warm smile all day long.

There is nothing to be pessimistic about in life. We should all be like that white fog, always going up, thinking about the bright place and heading for our dreams. Even if sometimes you seem abandoned, it doesn't matter Isn't the tendon of steamed bread punched out? Isn't the rise of white fog just from the suffering in the steamer? And in the spring of life, full of vigor and vitality, how can a young person like me lament depression all day? When running in spring!

I stood up and strode to the front.

Running narrative 10 "We are all dream catchers, Qianshan rushes to the runway of heaven and earth, and you chase me to catch up with the surging spring tide ..." The song "We are all dream catchers" became an instant hit in the Spring Festival Evening of 20xx, which spread all over the country and sang all over the streets overnight, inspiring each of us to run hard and chase the next dream.

In running, we will encounter stumbling blocks. However, every difficulty and setback can temper people's will. Although we are exhausted, we hope that never back down will stand up from where she fell and run hard in the direction of our dreams!

Running, we will encounter "the wind of pain". Learning is a hard job: mathematics and physics are too abstract, the history of language and politics is endless, English words are like gobbledygook, I usually take exams in class and have to make up lessons every weekend, which is miserable. No one will like such a day, but it is the only way for us to grow up. Therefore, in order to make our life and work more choices and have a better future, we must face all the "hardships" with a smile, run hard and live up to ourselves!

During running, we will encounter "hail rain". We can't predict everything, but if we have a dream in our heart, we should face it positively even if we encounter something that makes you sad. After all, those unhappiness will fade away with the change of time. Understand this truth, we can calm down and let our sadness go with the wind, while we cheer for our dreams and run hard!

Running, we will meet the "farewell village". From autumn to spring, from cold to summer, we can't live without strangers from the beginning, and the days of acquaintance have left us too many memories. These hurried years make us feel that we have just met but have to part ... but all parting is reunion and nothing will disappear. The end also means the beginning. Let's run hard and pursue our next dream better after laughing and crying! May all those who run hard live this life!

Running narrative 1 1 Motherly love is the sunshine in winter, the coolness in summer, the vitality in the desert, and the figure running on rainy nights. ...

I still remember clearly that it was a rainy night in summer, and the rain kept banging on the window. I don't know why, my stomach rolled like Yangtze River water, so I closed my eyes again in order not to wake my mother. Just when I turned over, I finally couldn't help it. I threw up on the quilt. My mother came when she heard the noise. She skillfully put on a new quilt and gave me a bath. I was still uncomfortable, so I lay down in front of the window to get some air.

At this moment, I saw a familiar figure running in the rain. Ah, isn't that mom? Did she sneak out to buy me medicine? She ran away slowly. I seem to see her running in the rain. The rain hit her and the wind blew on her anxious and slightly gaunt face. The mouth is tightly pressed, the nose is sour, and when the eyes are hot, tears fall like broken pearls.

Time goes by slowly, 1 minute, 2 minutes ... 5 minutes, 6 minutes, my mother hasn't come back yet. It was not until a harsh sound of opening the door reached my ears that my tight heart was put down. I was lying in bed again, and my mother brought me water. Watching me finish taking the medicine, my eyebrows slowly spread out. I saw that her head and upper body were covered with traces of fighting with the wind and rain. Somehow, I finished the medicine that was difficult to swallow in a few bites.

When the rain stopped, my mother sat next to me and fanned me with a cattail leaf fan. I slept soundly. The next day, as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a person lying next to me, especially my mother. My heart is so warm.

Every time I think of the figure running on a rainy night, my gratitude to my mother will surge like a flood.