Story-like 700-word composition narrative

How to write a junior high school composition (700 words, narrative between classes 10 minutes)

Our life is very simple, school, home, two o'clock and one line, very boring. But ten minutes between classes is very colorful.

As soon as the bell rings, the children's childishness comes to mind and they are completely absent-minded. If the teacher insists on delaying the class for a few minutes, it is undoubtedly futile. "After class, I flew outside the classroom and couldn't sit still. I have a thousand words on my lips, all of which are words ... "Teachers often use these words to satirize us. If a teacher never procrastinates, but leaves class early, it won't be long before we will be very active in his or her class and get twice the result with half the effort. If any teacher is humorous in class, after class, it will inevitably become the focus, and everyone will speak loudly and happily.

Chasing is really naive, but it's just a bad habit of individual students. On the first day, we also understood. Although the ten-minute break is very short, we can also do many things, such as adjusting visual fatigue, discussing difficult problems, reading books during the break and previewing the text. So I hope the teacher can understand us. Rest is the best way to learn.

A ten-minute break between classes is like seeing the spiritual comfort of a mirage in the boundless desert and finding the physical adjustment of an oasis. This is why the students are looking forward to class.

Composition: 700 words, narrating the minds of young people.

Childhood is a pure and real world. With the support of our parents, we play and frolic carefree in the vast blue sky. But with the growth of age, a series of troubles make us think deeply and mature.

Worry seems to be a bridge leading us to maturity. On this bridge, we are full of joy, doubt, anger and sadness ... troubles are more like one difficulty after another. We just want to catch our breath, but there is another trouble in our hearts, which makes us think deeply.

Everyone has their own worries, which will linger in their hearts for a long time and refuse to leave. I am no exception:

That time, I remember it was a cold winter, and I walked home with a heavy report card, lost and worried. The result is not ideal this time. I'm afraid of being severely criticized by my parents when I get home, and I'm afraid that my grades will collapse and I'll never do well in the exam again. The trees beside me creaked in the wind, as if laughing at my incompetence; The wind roared in my ear, as if to reprimand my stupidity; Even the stones that kicked me every day hit me hard, almost making me fall off my face and chew the mud. Looking at the Woods in the distance, I feel so small. They all seem to be laughing at me, mocking me.

When I got home, I handed my report card to my parents. I thought a storm had hit me, but I didn't know it was a warm spring breeze blowing through my heart. Awaken my indomitable confidence. My mother gently encouraged me not to be discouraged and to study hard in the future. I made a "military order" in front of my mother: I will work hard next time.

In the days to come, my grades have remained very stable, and my worries about poor exam results have disappeared without a trace.

Everyone has a knot, and this knot is trouble. Let others enlighten the knot that people can't solve, and the troubles that plague us will stay away from us. Of course, with spiritual experience, our road will be more determined.

life

Maybe you think life is very long, one day has passed and a new day will come, but have you ever thought about it? Day by day, life is gone and time is gone forever. Don't think there are countless tomorrows waiting for you. We should cherish time, use time, accumulate time, and even despise time.

Whenever I see a blooming flower, I feel happy; But when I saw a flower slowly wither, I felt sad. Because in my mind, blooming is the beginning of life and fading is the end of life. Ah! How many flowers and plants can you see in your life? Every time I look at the time, a day slips away and a day disappears from my life. How short life is!

I remember when I was watching TV, the life of an old man on TV was coming to an end. At this time, old people know that life is short and time is precious. Unfortunately, it is too late. At that time, he wished that time could go back and God could give him more time, even for a minute, even for a second. Because he lived all his life, he didn't leave any luster and glory for his life.

Seeing this, I can't watch it anymore. Because I will be moved to tears if I watch it any longer. I changed the program immediately. At this time, I saw a man say to a woman: there are only three days in a person's life: yesterday, today and tomorrow. Yesterday has passed, and today will pass. Look! It will be tomorrow. Seeing this, I can't watch it anymore. So I changed the program again.

At this time, another tall man on TV was seriously ill. This man knows that his life is coming to an end, but he is not afraid, because he has done many good deeds and won the love of all. Seeing this, I don't want to see it. So, I immediately turned off the TV.

Ah! Let's get started! Do something meaningful and valuable to make the rest of your life meaningful! My good friends and partners, don't you want to leave some glory for your life? Hurry up and act! Let's cheer for life and cherish life! Let's be elated and fight for life!

Ask for a composition, growth story, narrative, 700 words, not copied from Baidu.

Around us, in our study, in our growth, there are many experiences worth remembering, including sadness, happiness, pain and sadness.

After six years of primary school study, I have gradually changed from a little girl who is not sensible to a big girl who is sensible. Under the guidance of the teacher step by step, under the education of the teacher step by step, with the support of the teacher step by step, I have really grown a lot. The teacher poured all her knowledge into our brains, and our hearts were also infected by the teacher's beautiful mind. We really learned a lot from our teachers!

When I was growing up, there were many things that I could never forget, because that was the most unforgettable thing in primary school. Let's listen and see what this thing is like. See how much I have grown and learned in it!

It was in a class, and our teacher Jia asked us to make tapestries together in this class. What kind of tapestry is it? We need a few more students to discuss it before we can start. Our group thought for a long time and finally came up with it, and then did it step by step according to our ideas. In the process of doing it, the glue we used almost stuck to our hands. But we didn't stop, but kept doing it. Inadvertently, all of us made a mistake in one of the links, and this poster didn't look good. So, we thought of another way to cover up this ugly thing, so we finally finished our masterpiece.

In this game, I think all of us should understand that we are big children now and should learn to make things by ourselves. Only in this way can we achieve something without family growth!

Epiphany composition narrative 700 words

I hope the epiphany can help you and be adopted.

The rising sun is firmly fixed on the sea level, and the bright light shines on the mahogany table through the window screen. Everything is so quiet. This is a beautiful painting. Everything in the world suddenly became fresh, as if people could smell that beauty.

I asked my mother, "What does it mean when the sun rises?"

My mother told me, "This is the beginning of the day."

The diffuse north wind stirred up the haze all over the sky, and I saw camels on the long road in Huangsha. They are facing the wind and sand, and their fat soles have become their only support. In order to advance, they marched proudly in the sand. This set of photos is very beautiful. Suddenly, the desert is no longer terrible, and it seems that people can feel the beauty in it.

I asked my mother, "Why can camels persist after training?"

My mother told me, "This is the beginning of success."

The chrysanthemum in September seems to be too lonely, without elegant peony, blooming Chinese rose and extremely delicate rose escort. It seems that these autumn has become its stage. Loneliness, it leads alone in the autumn wind. This has been frozen. This is a beautiful painting. It seems that people can see the connotation.

I asked my mother, "Is September chrysanthemum too lonely?"

My mother told me: "Enduring loneliness is the beginning of success."

......

There are too many beautiful things in the world, and every thing is always the beginning of another thing.

Perhaps, there are too many beautiful pictures to sublimate my soul in holiness. I suddenly realized the true meaning of the beginning.

Now, in the face of beautiful things, I always have an epiphany, perhaps out of mood.

I always like windows without words. Through it, I can see the sky very clearly. I suddenly realized that a clear sky is the beginning of a clear day; I listened to the echo of the days alone, and in the dark, I stared at a little sadness. I realized that sadness is the beginning of a bad mood, and I tried to change my mood. .......

I believe that I am the painting, and light makeup is always appropriate.

800-word story narration in the growth of composition.

Someone once said that no matter how good things are, they will be lost one day, and no matter how deep memories are, they will be forgotten one day. But I haven't forgotten that. The picture turned to a few years ago (I don't remember which year, it was several years ago, but I still remember)

My friend, she grew up in a poor family, and her tuition was subsidized by the school, but she worked very hard and helped her parents do housework every day when she came home. She is the hope of the whole family. Because of poverty, she dropped out of school, but before long, her parents drove her back to study. Although life is hard, I can see her smile every day and never complain about my parents or anyone. He said: "No matter how hard and tired I am, as long as I have income, I am the happiest person."

She and I are not bosom friends, but we are better than friends. Because our families are in the same direction, we often go to school together and go home together. When crossing the street that day, she walked behind me and watched the car hit me, but I forgot to avoid it. She called my name and told me to run, but I couldn't move. At that moment, I was pushed away, but she was beaten and bled all over the floor. The doctor said she was "afraid" that she could no longer walk. When I went to see her, I could only be silent and didn't know what to say to her. Finally, I said I was sorry, and she said it's okay. She didn't complain about me or hate me. Instead, she smiled and comforted me. I don't know what to say, but our relationship has become better, out of guilt.

? She is happier than before. I don't know why she smiles so brightly, as if every day is wonderful. She asked me to take her out for a walk in a wheelchair every day. One day, we went out for a walk as usual. A child ran past the old man and said excitedly, "Sister, I want to play toot-toot, too." He pointed to the wheelchair and used it as a toy, but she picked up the child and said, "well, let's go for a ride by tuk-tuk." The child's mother ran over and said, "Come down quickly, that's someone else's thing, we can't touch it." She kept looking at the child and said nothing, but she still had a smile on her face. Back to the ward, she told me to go home first, and I watched her cry outside the door. I finally found that my eyes on people are too simple. I never thought about what kind of face is under the mask. I always regard the mask as a face directly, but forget that there is often a tearful face under the smiling face mask.

? Since then, my family has been responsible for her daily life and all the burdens. Their family is no longer so difficult, but she still can't walk. That day, I took her across the street, and a car came, but I still forgot to give way. But she jumped off two meters before leaving the car and the car stopped. I froze. She said she was sorry and ran away. I realized how stupid I was. They moved away and she never contacted me again. Standing in front of her house, I said to myself: it doesn't matter. Liu said: Sorry is a kind of sincerity. It doesn't matter. This is a kind of grace. If you pay sincerity but don't get favor, it can only show the ignorance and vulgarity of the other party. I believe she is sincere, so I am willing to show grace.

I know the world is full of deception, and I blame you for not having a director, but I believe the world will always be beautiful. That man, that thing was just a wrong episode in my life. I just want to say: don't lie to me, you know I will even believe your lies. (Ma Qinqin)

Writing a teacher's composition requires a narrative, 600~700 words, for junior high school students.

I have embarked on a new journey. For six years, thank you for growing up with me and being sensible with me. Thank you for being my dear teacher X.

I remember once upon a time, I was a coward, and I was always afraid of answering wrong when I raised my hand. To this end, when I was in class, although I had the answer in my heart, I still hesitated to stand up and express my thoughts to you and my classmates. In fact, you know my personality very well, so you always give me an encouraging look, but when I meet your eyes, I always bow my head in embarrassment. At this time, you will say to the whole class, "It doesn't matter, everyone raise their hands bravely, even if the answer is wrong." The teacher will help you correct it and won't criticize you! " I raised my hand, but I put it down again. I thought about it and raised it again. There was a smile on your face, and you pointed your finger at me to signal me to stand up and answer the question. Although my answer was not so ideal, it also made my classmates burst into laughter, but you praised me in front of my classmates and said, "It is best to have the courage to stand up and answer questions!" " "Because of your encouragement, I am no longer as timid as before. Whenever I have an answer in my heart, I will raise my hand without hesitation. At this time, there will always be a comfortable smile on your face. Teacher! My beloved teacher, because of you, has turned me into a self-confident and courageous teenager.

Since then, your eyes have become the driving force and source for me to encourage me to move forward.

That person, that scenery; It is that look that has become the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

It's you who left these.

Because you are always the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating me and being the most beautiful teacher in my heart!

The 700-word narrative of the composition "Those things during recess" in junior high school cannot have a real class name. Go, go, go, go. 1.2.

After the class was over, the students rushed out of the classroom and the classroom began to become "desolate".

Two minutes later, some students in the class began to shout at the teacher's pointer. Some students use the blackboard to clean the blackboard; There are some strangers standing at the door of the classroom. They seem eager to play with their old classmates. At this time, there was a sound on the playground.

Four minutes later, the playground was full of people. Most of them jump on the big rope, and the strong rope makes a crisp sound when it hits the ground. They lined up and jumped happily from side to side and from side to side. Just as they succeeded in jumping sixteen times in a row, a troublemaker was suddenly inserted, and their jump record was "zero". Some people are walking on the playground, others are kicking shuttlecock and playing table tennis, but they are not good at it.

Six minutes later, some students realized that they had forgotten the textbooks for the next class and hurried to borrow books from their good friends or old classmates in other classes. Some students came to the classroom one after another and began to prepare books and notebooks for the next class. Good students begin to preview textbooks. Others are talking and playing loudly.

After 8 minutes, the whole campus began to quiet down. The rest are some unhurried footsteps. These are the people who rushed back to the teaching building from the playground. However, there are also hurried footsteps in order to go to the toilet. The teacher came to the classroom and did exercises before class.

10 minutes later, a loud class * * * made the whole school quiet. After that, "Hello, classmates!" "Hello, teacher!" The answer resounded through the whole school and a new lesson began.

Composition: Narrative between teachers and students, about 700 words.

At the age of twelve, the people I contacted the most were teachers besides my parents. Because of the teacher, I cried and cried very sadly; I smiled, and I laughed happily. I have forgotten to laugh, but I still remember crying. I clearly remember that it was a sunny day. I skipped in the school corridor, because I won the first place in the mid-term math exam and was praised by my parents and teachers. Suddenly my deskmate rushed over and grabbed me, mysteriously saying to me, "Did you hear that? The math teacher won't teach us tomorrow. " "Don't teach us? Why? " I asked in return. "I don't know. I also heard it from others. " At that time, I thought she was just joking and didn't take it to heart. The Chinese teacher came into the classroom when the bell rang. She said to us seriously, "classmate, I have bad news for you." Teacher Tang, who has been with you for four years, will leave us tomorrow. " "Why?" I don't know who asked. The Chinese teacher said: "Mr. Tang is a substitute teacher, although he teaches very seriously and loves education very much." He is old and young, and his meager salary is not enough to support his family, so his wife wants him to quit his job and start a business. "Listen to the teacher, the whole class was silent, I like a bolt from the blue, tears. In the past four years, the scene of teachers getting along with us day and night has clearly emerged in front of my eyes: when my mother first brought me into the campus, I saw that the first teacher was you. You stroked my head and said to me, "Welcome, little friend!" " "Let me feel your kindness; When you didn't finish your homework for the first time, you only said to me earnestly, "The teacher believes that this is the first time and the last time." When my grades dropped, what I saw was a note sandwiched in my exercise book, which read "Failure is the mother of success"; When I got good grades, I heard your earnest warning that "pride makes people fall behind"; When I was in trouble, you shed sad tears like a mother who hated iron ... I finally couldn't help crying, and the whole class was sobbing ... A few years later, Mr. Tang, are you okay in a foreign land?