Climbing Xianglu Peak after Snow-Grade 4-Narrative

I believe everyone has tried to write essays, especially narrative essays, which play a very important role in writing. Narrative essays mainly focus on recording people, narratives, scenes, and objects, and describe the experiences and things of characters. A stylistic form that develops and changes into its main content. How should I write this type of composition? The following is my carefully compiled narrative of climbing Xianglu Peak after snow - fourth grade. I hope it will be helpful to everyone.

The New Year arrived in the falling snow, and I also walked through the second day in the falling snow. Inadvertently looking out of the window, I felt warm. When I looked up carefully, there seemed to be a shadow of sunlight, and I began to feel much more comfortable and relaxed. Stepping outside, the sun shines through the clouds as expected, but like a girl, she is too shy to reveal her full face. This is the first ray of sunshine after the snow. Although it is light and weak, it is exceptionally fresh, soft and kind. There is still a cold current in the air, "everything looks like it has just woken up", and everything under the faint sunshine stretches and yawns, "opens its eyes happily" and enjoys the first ray of snow. Warmth, the first ray of tenderness.

People always like the first time and value this first time. This first ray of sunshine after the snow in the New Year brings people a good mood, good feeling, good attitude, and good luck. People hear the gentle coming of spring in their hearts. The first ray of sunshine after the New Year's snow freezes in the New Year's picture. It will make the whole picture cast a brilliant light. So I followed my parents and shouted the slogan "I'm hiking, I'm healthy, I'm happy" and marched toward Xianglu Peak in Shaoxing.

As this was my first time hiking, I felt a little uneasy about it: my father carried me on his back every time I climbed the mountain. After the heavy snowfall, the snow on the ground has not yet melted! Arriving at the foot of Xianglu Peak, a melodious and cheerful flute sound passed through the silent woods after snow and reached the depths of the soul. Following the sound, I saw an old man sitting in the woods, playing the flute happily, as if he had entered a spiritual state where things and myself are forgotten. This scene reminds me of an ancient poem: "The long ravine flows and the moon passes silently. In the sparse shadows of the apricot blossoms, I play the flute until dawn."

After the heavy snow, Xianglu Peak looks clear and steep. Although the sun has melted a lot of snow, there are still white snow on the green pines and cypresses. Everyone talked and laughed, and happily climbed up the climbing steps to the General Pavilion together in twos and threes. Ten minutes later, I was still not tired at all. I looked up and was surprised to find that we were already halfway up the mountain, only half way to the top of the mountain. Maybe it’s because there are so many people and the focus is diverted. This made me more confident and decided to follow the whole group.

As we approached the Buddhist pavilion, there was a section of steps covered with ice and snow, and the road surface was slippery and difficult to walk on. I was very afraid of this, for fear that I would fall. At this time, a big hand stretched out in time. It turned out to be Dad. Thank you, Dad! Sweating profusely, we finally climbed to the top of the mountain. Standing on the top of the mountain and looking out, the scenery is endless: looking to the south, the city's high-rise buildings are lined up in rows, giving it a modern atmosphere; looking to the north, the pines and cypresses stand tenaciously in the white snow, giving it a world of ice and snow. My mother and I supported each other, walking sideways and cautiously forward along the ice-free area at the corner of the steps. There are people pulling in front, and there are people pulling behind, and sometimes they also grab the branches of trees on the roadside. Because the road was too slippery, my feet slipped first, and then my mother's feet slipped too. Fortunately, we both managed to stabilize our bodies and did not fall down and eat mud. Just when we were happy about this, we heard a "pop" sound, and a middle-aged man behind us slipped and fell on this smooth road. Fortunately, he got up quickly and his body was not seriously injured.

I don’t know who built a little snowman on the mountain. It has round eyes and a big mouth. It looks very cute. Several children played with the little snowman and refused to leave. Sister Meihua and I took a photo with the little snowman and then continued walking along the ridge. At about 12 noon, we arrived at the top of Xianglu Peak.

Everyone gathered together and took a group photo as a souvenir of the event. At this time, the joy of enjoying the scenery replaced all the hardships! We started to get busy...

When I went down the mountain, I looked up at the bright sun, which was so warm, and stretched. It turned out that the scenery after the snow was so beautiful! The beautiful scenery after the snow is spotless, and the air is as fresh as ice in the water - clear and transparent.