A white lie narrative

Writing is the most familiar thing for everyone, especially narrative. Narrative is a literary form with narrative and description as the main expressions and writing about the experiences of characters and the development and changes of things as the main content. How to write this type of composition? The following is my well-organized white lie narrative, hoping to help everyone. A white lie narrative 1

Perhaps, some people will say, "Honesty is the most precious thing, and only those who speak honesty are worthy of admiration." However, I don't think so. White lies sometimes play an important role. It will bring warmth, happiness and happiness to people. Here are the white lies I got. Please listen to me in detail.

Scene 1: That steak

At noon, our family sat at the dining table, laughing and eating. The lunch was really rich. There are egg soup, vegetables, steak and so on. And my eyes have been staring at the steak.

"what's the matter? Want to eat steak? " Mom asked smilingly.

"yes! But there is only one piece. I ate it. What will you do? "

"Dad doesn't like it. It's stiff and stiff!"

"Mom has lost weight recently. The steak is too greasy. Please eat it!"

I picked up the chopsticks to hold the steak, and I felt heavy. I took a bite, and the taste of happiness went straight to my heart. After eating, I slurped my mouth. It was delicious! Later, I thought: Dad likes to eat everything, especially meat. Why doesn't he like steak? "Mom, although it is a little fat, but she will not refuse food away. It turned out that my parents couldn't bear to eat that steak, so I enjoyed it alone. At that moment, my heart was unusually warm, and all this came from my parents' well-intentioned lies.

Scene 2: Praise at the parent-teacher conference

"Hi! Baby! Class is over, right? Today, my mother will come to the parent-teacher conference! "

"oh, I see! Then you should listen carefully and see if the teacher praised me! "

"ok, I got it."

Ding Rinrin, after school and mom's parent-teacher meeting, I asked with anticipation, "Did the teacher praise you?"

"Table ... praised!"

"ah? Did the teacher really praise me? "

"hmm ... hmm ... yes ... yeah!"

"What did the teacher praise me for?"

"teacher ... the teacher said you were great. Listen carefully in class and finish your homework carefully. The teacher also said that I hope you will speak more actively in class and don't let everyone down. "

"Well, I will."

at this moment, I am so excited that I just feel that the sky is bluer, the clouds are whiter and the air is fresher. Even the birds are singing beautifully ...

From then on, I worked harder, spoke actively in class, listened carefully and made a lot of progress in my study. Later, in a conversation, I realized that my mother lied to me that year. However, I am not angry and sad, because it is this white lie that makes me excellent!

White lies can help people solve problems, make people happy and benefit for life. It is because of white lies that our lives can be so happy! White lie narrative 2

Lying is a bad habit. Lying is untrue. It can only bring sadness to people, destroy the trust between people and harm people's interests. However, this lie has some good intentions ...

My mother is kind, and I was taught from an early age not to lie, but to be honest with everything. But mom lied to me once.

when I was a child, whenever I heard that I wanted to drink a bowl full of Chinese medicine, I always cried and shouted to refuse everything. The scene was really terrible, and the cries and cries really resounded through the sky, and the mountains collapsed. And my mother always "concedes defeat" to me under my refusal of "arguing" and "being stubborn", and no longer forces me. At that time, I always had enough reasons to avoid Chinese medicine. But mom also has her own brilliant idea.

that time, I still ignored my mother's advice and stayed in my room as usual. Mom "grunted" her eyes and thought of a good idea.

She shouted at my room loudly, "Yingying, there is a lot of sugar in Chinese medicine! How sweet! If you don't come out, you won't have to drink! ... tut tut, this is delicious, it will be wasted if you don't come! "

white sugar! A strong idea came to my mind, getting bigger and bigger and lingering: going downstairs to drink medicine. Like winning five million lottery tickets, I looked excited and rosy, and rushed downstairs quickly and asked, "Where's the medicine?"? Where's my sugar? "

Mom seems a little excited, too. Like magic, she took out a bowl of medicine and handed it to me, saying, "Here! Drink it! "

well, I nodded with a happy smile on my face. I didn't have time to think about it, so I picked it up and drank it. Glug, Glug, half a bowl of medicine is almost finished by me, but I feel something is wrong. The medicine is still bitter, sour and astringent, and has no sweetness at all. I want to throw up. Is mom lying to me? Let me drink it on purpose? No, it can't be.

"Mom, are you lying to me?"

"Well, this ... I did it for your own good!" "

I didn't get angry or make a scene. I just drank all the medicine with a sad face. Until now, I realized that my mother let me drink medicine for my health and my growth. And my mother will lie to me if I refuse to take the medicine. Although he lied, he gave me wordless love.

A lie is a derogatory term, but a white lie is a commendatory term. It represents love, encouragement and hope. Malicious lies are disgusting, but white lies are touching! In my mother's bowl of medicine, I drank a little sweetness and understood what a white lie is in life. A white lie narrative 3

It's sunny and sunny, the sunshine is warm outside, birds are poking around on the railing outside the window, kapok blooms in summer, and cotton wool on campus is flying all over the sky with the wind, fluttering and ups and downs. Although the surrounding area is beautiful, I don't care.

Turning to him, he has lost his former joking eyes. At that time, he was always silent. It can be said that he cherished words like gold and only spoke with his eyes. Now, he is laughing loudly. He is not good at running, doesn't like sports, and even hates sports festivals. Yes, the gasps that he has been used to for six years will always be him. Under the tree, it was him who closed his eyes and rested; It was he who was late for the Chinese class after physical education class. Who would want to do something that they simply can't accept? I can't help drumming for his heart.

"In fact, the teacher recognizes your strength and courage. Among the qualified students in sports, you rank above average. The teacher said that although your feet are not strong enough, they are durable, and 8 meters can be your strong point. When we signed up, we were uneasy, but you were calm. Unwilling things, you can laugh them off. The teacher looks at you, and everyone values you very much. In class, I am a few steps ahead of you in sprinting, but I am too tired to shake my chin in long-distance running, and you can relieve it by taking a few breaths, which exceeds many people. Hey, I'm telling you, I searched it. When I run with my breath closed, I won't be so tired. I just think that my legs are just being manipulated by you. If you take care of yourself, it will be much better if you breathe and run with your legs. Come on! "

actually, I don't believe these words myself when I say them. I'm just comforting him with fake ones.

"well, no, I'll blow you up."

"Take the bus together after running."

"Boom!" A gunshot burst the air and echoed on the runway of the school stadium. The referee stood on the chair, holding his hand high, and the starting gun in his hand smoked with sulfur. Students on the sixth lane, such as off-line arrows fly out.

I wore an orange vest and moved the ice cream bucket from the track. His face was flushed, the veins stood out on his feet, and his hands were clenched enough to break granite.

he was half behind in the second lap, and I kept staring at him, and my heart was choppy. The 8-meter race was the last event, but it was still postponed. The other students finished the race, but the referee didn't want to wait any longer. The students went home from school, and the class teacher said that if he couldn't run, he would help her go home. Suddenly, the school was empty. Facing the setting sun, he crossed the finish line with a bloody sunset and a pale face.

I'm excited beyond words. Help him lie down, there are only two of us on the scorching playground.

Ding! We sat on the bench at the bus stop, opened a bottle of coke and laughed loudly. White lie narrative 4

I had such a dream ...

There was a college student named Dezi, whose family was very poor. The roof and walls have been ruined, and the thin clothes on my body have been patched up several times. However, Dezi's performance has always been among the best in the class, which is also a little glory at home.

Dezi's dream is to have a bicycle of his own, so he won't have to travel long distances to school. But he knows that, according to the family situation, he can't afford to buy a quilt, let alone a bicycle? He can only envy others riding bicycles to show off everywhere.

One day, Dezi's father saw his son watching his friends riding bicycles obsessively, and he knew that his son loved bicycles. He thought, My son's grades are so good that he didn't live up to our hopes, so I must realize his wishes!

On this day, which is the birthday of Dezi, he came to school as usual and lived this ordinary life. After school, he was exhausted and lay on the brown haystack. At this moment, his father greeted him with a smile and said, "Guess what I made for you, son!" " "What is so mysterious?" Dezi asked unhurriedly. "Dangdang Dangdang, look, it's your favorite bike!" Dad cried with joy, "Wow, Dad, you are amazing. You have done such a beautiful job. I like it. Thank you!" "

One day, Dezi came to his neighbor's house, and an old woman said to him, "Dezi, your father is so kind to you! Your apple tree has grown a lot of apples this year. Your father got up early and got greedy for the dark, picked big and red apples, and then traveled long distances with them to the market to sell them and buy you a bike for some money! "

dezi was shocked. Then, I ran home and walked towards my father who was working, crying and saying, "Dad, you have worked hard, thank you!" " Say that finish, the two father and son hugged each other tightly ...

Ah, what a touching dream! A white lie narrative 5

A parent's lie makes the face of a child who is not deeply involved shine like a flower; A teacher's lie makes the students who are confused no longer and grow better; A doctor's lie made the fearful patient go to a new life ...

I remember that my parents and I went to Guangzhou during the winter vacation. On the second day of our arrival in Guangzhou, we went to Diandude, a very famous hotel in Guangzhou.

We ordered several specialty dishes in the store, one of which was ribs. When the dishes came up, my mother said to me, "This is your favorite sparerib. What do you think of it?" After I ate a piece, I said to my mother, "This is delicious. You and dad should try it!" " At this time, mother said, "Then you should eat more. My father and I don't like eating. We will eat something else." After listening to my mother's words, I quickly ate all the ribs. Looking back now, it's not that my mother doesn't like ribs, but that she wants me to eat more of what I like.

I remember last winter, my father bought some cherries. Listen to grandma once said, mom likes to eat cherries best. However, when I looked at the cherries on the table, my mouth watered "three thousands of feet".

At this moment, my mother came over and saw my eyes shining at cherries. She said to me, "I don't like eating, please eat!"

"But grandma said you like eating very much?" I asked.

"that was before, but now I don't like it." Mom replied.

after listening to this, I was extremely happy. I really jumped three feet high. I ate one by one immediately until I was full, and there were still a few cherries left on the plate, so I got up and left. When I went to the study table next to me and wrote my homework, I secretly saw my mother sitting there eating my remaining cherries with relish. Ah! I was cheated by my mother. Also let me appreciate the warmth of "maternal love" again.

White lies have magical power, which encourages you to make progress again and again. In fact, for the dream in your heart, you will never give up easily. Because the future road is completely illuminated by happy mood, life becomes better. A white lie narrative 6

Since I can remember, my mother has taught me to be honest and human. However, an accident, I found that my mother lied to my grandmother.

When I was a child, my mother was sick one day, lying in bed, covered with a quilt, pale and chapped, and looked very tired. Suddenly, the phone rang, and my mother asked me who was calling. I said it was my grandmother. Mom was stupefied, and tried her best to hold herself up with her hands. Then she said something (trying her voice for fear that it would "tell" that she was sick), so she asked me to give her the phone: "Hello? Mom! " "ah! You are sick, aren't you? How's it going? Is it better? Still not feeling well ... "Mom smiled and said," Who did you hear that? I'm fine, you don't have to worry! " "That's good, that's good!" After listening to grandma, I really want to rush up and say that my mother is ill. At this time, my mother seemed to understand my mind. Just as I rushed over, my mother gently covered my mouth and wouldn't let me talk. When my mother hung up, I shouted,

"Mom, how can you lie? Didn't you say you couldn't lie? " "Hey, some lies must be told, so as not to hurt others' self-esteem! Do you understand? Huh? "

From then on, I learned that sometimes we have to "lie", but it is a white lie! A white lie narrative 7

On Sunday, the sun was shining brightly, and Grandfather Sun was full of energy and started a radio exercise. The sun shines on my face, warm and comfortable! My family went to grandma's house for dinner.

after dinner, I took out a candy. I was about to eat, but it was not good, and my sister's clever little eyes saw it. My sister rushed to my eyes, raised her little hand and said to me, "Sister, sugar, I want to eat sugar!" " I thought: didn't my sister cough? Besides, grandma just said that my sister has eaten good polysaccharide today, and I can't let her eat any more! So I kindly advised my sister, "You have eaten enough, and you can't eat any more sugar!" " Hearing this, my sister didn't understand my kindness, but cried with a "wow", and then "it rained heavily" in her eyes. I thought: it seems that it is not feasible to reason with her, so just be soft. So, my eyes were all screwed up and I thought, doesn't my sister want to go to school very much? Why don't I ... So, a new plan came into my mind.

I said to her softly, "Yunyun, you can't eat any more sugar! If you eat too much sugar, you will cough. If you are sick, you can't go to school! " Her eyes widened and she was dubious: "Really?" "Of course! This happened to my sister when she was a child. That time, I ate a lot of polysaccharide at once and got sick. Later, the teacher wouldn't let me go to school.