Does anyone have a junior high school narrative?

50 yuan

Author: Anonymous Source: Unknown

Last summer vacation, my aunt brought her two twin brothers to my house to play. Before leaving, my aunt quietly gave me 50 yuan and asked me to buy something I like. I secretly accepted it, thinking: My mother doesn’t know anyway, so I’ll let her know.

The next day, my father and mother were not at home. I took 50 yuan to a small shop in the community and drew prizes of 1 yuan for 1 yuan. I didn’t touch it the first time, and I didn’t touch it the second time, but I wasn’t discouraged and continued to touch it, and I touched it the third time. It was a high-end fountain pen. Now, I felt confident and continued to touch it...until I had 30 yuan left. Then, I spent 10 yuan to buy an assembled racing car and 10 yuan to buy snacks. Finally, the remaining 10 yuan was taken home and placed on the table.

On the morning of the third day, my father saw the newly bought racing car and asked, "Wei Wei, where did this come from?" I said, "Auntie bought it for me." Dad didn't ask any more questions. I was secretly happy that my father had just passed this test. In the evening, when my mother came back from get off work, she saw the newly bought racing car and the 10 yuan on the table, and asked: "Wei Wei, where did this car and the money come from?" I said without changing my expression and without a beat: "Auntie gave it to me. ?" Mom asked again: "How much did Auntie give you?" I said, "10 yuan." Mom didn't believe it and asked, "How much did it cost you?" I said, "Mom didn't believe it even more." I continued to ask: "How much is it? If you don't tell me, I'll call and ask." I couldn't hide anymore, so I had to tell my mother honestly: "Auntie gave me 50 yuan." My mother asked me: "The 50 yuan is here." Where did it go?" I had to tell my mother exactly what the money was for. My mother was very angry and beat me.

Afterwards, I apologized to my mother: Mom, I will never do it again. My mother said: "You are wrong. First, you should not take aunt's money. Second, you should not hide it from your parents. Third, you should not spend the money privately. Fourth, you should not lie." After listening to her mother's words, I know that I made a lot of mistakes. I have to remember my mother's words and correct my mistakes.

The Never Lost Dream

Author: Anonymous Source: Unknown

The butterfly, flapping its once heavy wings, gradually moved away. My heart also left behind the heavy burden and jumped happily in my quiet chest.

When I was in the sixth grade, I suddenly had the idea to write a love novel in my busy schedule, and began to dream of my "writer's dream".

In the afternoon of the second self-study class, the teacher suddenly asked: "I seem to have heard that some people in the class write love letters." The students were stunned for a while, and then a voice said in unison : "Wang... Xin..." I was stunned. I... I wrote a love letter? What a big joke! I was about to argue, but the teacher said, "Okay, okay, stop talking. Wang Xin, stay after school."

Finally, after school, I couldn't think too much, and the teacher called me to the podium. , I walked forward and saw a familiar and dazzling piece of paper! Then...what is that? Isn't that the letter I wrote this morning? Why do my classmates say my name? Is it because of this? How could it fall into the hands of the teacher? "Teacher, this is a letter from a girl in my literary work to the male protagonist. I..." "Stop quibbling, go home and think about it yourself!"

Stepping forward as if filling a bottle Walking out of campus with leaden feet, my heart felt like it had been thrown into an ice cellar without a trace of warmth; it was also like being thrown into a pool of tears without a trace of joy.

I think this incident will become a memory that I will never forget.

I don't understand why teachers and classmates talk nonsense indiscriminately? How did they know about the letter I wrote? When I returned to school in the afternoon, my mood was in a mess...

I was full of distrust of the world. What did they think I was thinking when I started writing? Is it an inexplicable boy? What I am thinking about are the pens of famous writers such as Li Taibai, Qiong Yao, Gorky, etc. I want to use them to write works that are as shocking to the world and spread through the ages as the things they write! This is my ideal, but they, they tarnish my ideal like this!

Since my work is so despised by others, my articles will no longer reveal my true feelings; I will not reveal the truth that a person should have in front of them. Don’t let this ideal that is criticized by others, let’s see what else they can say! I crumpled the soon-to-be-formed debut novel into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

There was light rain in the sky, but only for a short while. Not long after the rain stopped, I saw a butterfly on the road, its wings were wet by the rain, and it was crawling hard. After a while, it was exhausted and motionless in despair. When I saw it, I suddenly felt pity. , it’s just like me! I don’t know how to fly again! He held it in his hand and took it home.

I went home and put it on the table, then ignored it and continued to be depressed about it. When I was at a loss, a pair of white wings appeared in front of me. I suddenly became enlightened and opened the window. It flapped its wings and flew away happily.

My heart trembled suddenly, why am I not like that butterfly? Even if the wings are wet by the rain, they can shake off the raindrops by their own strength and dance in the vast sky. Butterflies can, can't I?

Yes, I should fight against the wind and rain and let the sunshine bathe me. I should push away the dark clouds and let the light of the rainbow illuminate my eyes.

Go your own way and let others have the say! I picked up the pen again and continued to conceive the dream of the protagonist in the work...