Narrative composition 1 Because you are here, I won't be afraid anymore.
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When I first started kindergarten, I was so scared. You hugged me, patted my thin back and gently told me, "Baby, don't be afraid. Here, you will grow up slowly and have many friends to play with you. Go, don't be afraid, mom won't leave you, mom will come back to pick you up later, ok! " I gave my hand to the happy teacher standing at the door. I looked back at my mother. She smiled at me. Smile is so beautiful and full of hope. So, I wiped my tears and walked into the classroom. I won't cry or be afraid, because I know you won't leave me.
Sleeping alone for the first time, I'm so scared. You stroked my head and said, "honey, this is the only process for you to grow up." Don't be afraid, have courage, your mother will accompany you. " I closed my eyes but couldn't sleep. You thought I was asleep, so you slipped out of the room. But I'm not afraid, because I know that you will protect me no matter what.
When I first stepped into the primary school gate, I was terrified. You patted me on the shoulder, so light but so heavy. You smiled at me and said, "son, you will learn a lot here and make more friends." Mom believes in you, and after six years, you will make mom extremely proud. " I nodded and walked into the campus. I didn't look back this time. Because I know you must be watching me from behind.
Finally, it was the final exam of grade six, and I was standing in the same place six years ago. You asked me hopefully, "Are you still afraid?" I thought about it: "A little." You smiled and helped me arrange the red scarf: "Today is the last time you wear a red scarf, and it is also the first turning point in your life. Over the past six years, my mother has seen your efforts and progress, and I believe you have not failed her expectations. Come on, mom believes you! "
The first time you stood in front of a middle school classroom and asked me, "Are you afraid?" I smiled and said, "I'm not afraid! How old am I! " You also smiled: "Yes, yes. When you grow up, you will really grow up. " We all laughed, but I clearly saw a little tear in your narrowed eyes. "As long as you are here, I am not afraid anymore." I said. "What would you do without me?" I thought about it: "well ... how can I do it without you?" No, of course not! Hey! "
Really, mom is ill. This time, I became the little girl who was afraid of everything. I gave up the speech contest, even though others said I could win. However, I am afraid that I can't catch my mother's encouraging eyes on the stage and have no confidence in anything. When I think of my mother's pale face during the exam, I can't figure out how to manage it. Later, you told me: "Although mom will not be with you forever, you should know that people will grow up one day!" " "From then on, I began to study hard to do housework and take care of my father. Stay at home alone at night and study alone.
Finally, you were discharged from the hospital. When I went to the hospital to pick you up, I found that your originally rosy and smooth face became old and haggard; Glorious eyes also become dim. Only that smile is left, and I proudly say to you, "Mom, I have grown up!" " I really grew up! I'll cook for you when I get home. Watch! Hey hey. "You smiled again, still so sweet and gentle, but I saw the tears in your eyes again, and this time it was unscrupulous.
What is the 2-year taste of narrative composition? The flavor of the year is the joyful atmosphere of family reunion; It is the cup of wine that the younger generation respects the elder, sitting around the table; The delicious food in the house wafts into the nose, which is a fragrance; That's jiaozi from her mother's New Year's Eve dinner. Visiting the temple fair to watch dragon dancing and eating honeydew melon seems to be a kind of enjoyment. Whether you know it or not, the friendly feeling of saying happy new year when you meet; This is the atmosphere of red lanterns and blessing words hanging on the streets ... this is called the flavor of the year.
"Happy New Year, bring a red envelope" is almost a sentence that will be said during the New Year. I am very happy to get the red envelope (ahem, although my parents said to keep it). Of course, there are delicious dishes, fish, shrimp and crabs on that table. Anyway, there are many delicious foods that you can't usually eat. It's time to get down to business. Let me talk about the "task" of our family on New Year's Eve.
First of all, the most important task when eating-eating, this task is completed by us, sitting in a chair, holding chopsticks and watching delicious food, sweeping the food like a storm. Don't say eating food is not good. If we don't eat food, how much food this beautiful world will waste; How come there are so many restaurants without our food? How can there be such a prosperous food world without us eating? Thanks for the food.
There is also a task-doing, occupation-"cook", which my aunt can do. Although she doesn't have a white chef's hat and white chef's clothes, she has very superb skills, and people who have eaten are always amazed. Nutritional collocation of chicken, shrimp and fish. Of course, sometimes there are chefs' assistants-mom and grandma.
When eating, the atmosphere should not be cold. At this time, we need someone to mention the atmosphere, so that everyone has a happy New Year mood. Many times, there will be a congratulatory message: Come on, come on, I wish you all the best in the new year, … work hard … go to the next level of study. This passage is full of love belonging to a family, a country and a world.
After dinner, the most unacceptable task is to clean up. Who wants to clean up after eating and drinking? At this time, we need a diligent person to drive everyone to clean up. I admire this kind of person. If I were you, I would "lie on my pillow." Other people who don't work start watching TV, playing mobile phones and so on.
The spring breeze has been blowing slowly, and the plum blossoms in full bloom in the twelfth month have stood on the snow. Silently, it is the companion of snow and the friend of wind. When the spring breeze came to Xu Lai's side, he stretched out and refreshed himself ... It turned out that it was also looking forward to the arrival of spring. This year is colorful, this year is full of flavor, this year is full of fireworks. ...
The price of nobility and greatness is responsibility. Churchill
When a person walks on the road of life, he has to shoulder heavy responsibilities. The word "responsibility" is indispensable in life: whether it is for myself, for others, or for any life in the world ... that responsible move has made me feel warm so far.
Weekend afternoon, full of happiness. The sunshine washes on the trees on both sides of the sidewalk, and the leaves shine, which brings excitement to this dull life. I was walking on one side of the sidewalk when I suddenly noticed a discordant scene: a puppy lying on the road not far away. It looks scared and may have lost contact with its owner. There may be a car speeding by at any time on the road, so ...
I hesitated: Is it worthwhile to break my quiet afternoon for a dog? But soon, there was a clear answer in my heart: it was worth it!
How can it be said that it is not worth sacrificing a little time for a life? I should be responsible for this little life in front of me, not stand by and watch!
Taking advantage of the red light, I ran to the puppy without hesitation, gently picked it up and walked back to the sidewalk carefully for fear that it would be hurt a little. Walking on the sidewalk, I stopped on thin ice, followed it carefully and comforted it as if it were a peerless treasure. Slowly put down the puppy, I crouched down and reached out to touch its head. It looked at me gratefully, with no sadness in its eyes. ...
"Good people do it to the end", I dialed the cell phone number written on its collar and did my last duty. Soon, an eager and delighted figure came running. The man thanked me. Take her away. At this moment, the smiles on their faces, like the afternoon sunshine, spilled into my heart. ...
"Doing everything well is a responsibility". For me, there are many things to do and many responsibilities to bear. For example, in this action, I fulfilled my responsibility to a strange little life and realized the power of responsibility and love. How pleasant it is to be responsible for life!
Today in science class, we did an interesting experiment.
I always hear that salt comes from the sun in the sea. I don't know if it's true or not, but I also want to try. As soon as I entered the science classroom today, I found a bowl of strong brine, alcohol lamp, evaporating dish, asbestos net and tripod on the table of each group. Teacher Mo told us: "Today, I will lead you to bake salt. Strong brine is seawater, alcohol lamp is the sun, evaporating dish, asbestos net and tripod are salt pans. This experiment needs fire, please pay attention to safety! "
Let's learn from Mr. Mo, first put all kinds of utensils in order, and then light the alcohol lamp carefully. About six minutes passed, and many small bubbles appeared on the water surface, as if they were crystal clear pearls. We were very excited and hurriedly invited Mr. Mo. Teacher Mo smiled and said, "Now the water is boiling. After ten minutes, you can see white salt! " "Ten minutes later, there was less and less concentrated salt water in the evaporating dish, a thin salt film appeared on the water surface, and the air was filled with a faint salt smell, which made me seem to see success. After another four minutes or so, the evaporating dish was filled with white salt, not strong brine! They lie quietly in the evaporating dish like cute little babies. Teacher Mo saw it and praised us happily: "You are great! "After listening to the teacher's praise, my heart is sweeter than eating honey.
After the experiment, Mr. Mo also told us: "Anything that can be dissolved in water can be extracted by' drying'. The extracted object is called.
In the afternoon, the bell rang. The classroom was quiet, as if you could hear the sound of a needle falling. Suddenly, there were some tiny footsteps in the distance Mr. Pu's first sentence when he came into the classroom was: "I have a message for you. There will be an exam tomorrow, and it is an unusual exam." The main test is the virtue class this semester to test everyone. "
Before Mr. Pu finished, the sigh in the classroom filled the whole classroom. Suddenly someone quietly interjected, "I took this test yesterday, this test today and that test tomorrow." When is the end? " Why not be sad? ""When you take the exam, you will enjoy it. If you are excellent, you will be happy. If you are excellent, you will be hurt. " Someone added. As soon as the voice fell, there were bursts of laughter in the classroom. The discussants expressed their opinions, and some said, "Those who got 6 last time will not take 10 tomorrow!" Someone said, "mine! I screwed up yesterday, I passed today, and I'm sure I'll screw up again tomorrow. "Some people say," Life is a tragedy, and exams are the culprit. "Classmate, you say something, I say something.
Teacher Pu was not angry this time, but smiled and said, "Who said that? This is a good speech. " Someone said, "If you have a knife hidden in your smile, you are in trouble. Let's be careful. "
The next day, gifted students were joking and playing games, while poor students were studying hard. "It is a traditional virtue of human beings to respect the old and love the young." As the saying goes, "When you get cold feet, sharpen your knife and don't miss the woodcutter." Suddenly, an old grandmother fell outside our class, and no one helped her in our class. Slow, but fast. Ten minutes later, the old woman was still there and no one came to help her.
A few minutes later, Mr. Pu ran into the classroom angrily and said angrily, "You all failed." "I haven't taken the exam yet, so I can't take it." Teacher Pu said, "Virtue is the foundation of human beings. I invited that old lady." You saw grandma fall to the ground, didn't help anyone, just cursed. Of course, you failed. "The students listened to the teacher and bowed their heads.
Yesterday, I decided to release my tadpoles. Because their two hind legs have grown out and their tails have fallen off. After school, my father and I fished tadpoles out of the fish tank, put them in plastic bottles, walked out of the house and walked to the river. I said goodbye and poured the water. I thought the tadpole fell, but my father reminded me that it fell again before it came out. I saw them adapt to the water and swim quickly to its hope.
Hai Shang Hua Tian
On Saturday, my mother and my good friend Liu Liu and I went to Shanghai to play in Huatian organized by Shaoxing Evening News. Huatian is a multi-project scenic spot in Binhai New City, including all-round excavators, all-terrain off-road vehicles, real-life CS, concentric locks, water bikes and many other projects. We have experienced water cycling, which can not only enjoy the beautiful scenery on the water, but also exercise. At first, our direction was out of control and we often deviated. Later, we gradually cooperated.
What impressed me the most was the flower field, which was a beautiful sea of flowers, some yellow, some purple and some red, just like Miss Chun borrowed the color of the rainbow and accidentally knocked it over. The flower sea is really beautiful!
I think the flowers on the sea in Tian Zhen are a unique scenery of Hangzhou Bay, a trumpet-shaped bay of nature.
On May Day, my father and I went hiking. Because of the pressure of study, my father decided to accompany me to play in nature, climb mountains and breathe fresh air.
The sun is shining high, and there is no shelter on that mountain. We crawled with difficulty step by step. At the foot of the mountain, I was full of confidence, thinking that I could easily climb to the top and shout loudly. At first, my steps were light. I jumped two or three steps and didn't want to stop to have a rest. Because I want to go all out to climb the peak and experience the lofty aspirations of "reaching the top, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.".
Halfway up the mountain, I was a little slow and out of breath, but I was full of energy and continued to climb. I don't care. Is it not just a mountain? The pride at the beginning of the climb has not dissipated. In the harmonious music played by birds and sunshine, I hummed a ditty and climbed up with firm confidence.
After a while, I was sweating profusely on my forehead, flushed, out of breath and fast asleep. At this time, I looked up at the sun, feeling cruel, smiling at me strangely, and then looking at the ladder leading to the top, feeling like a ladder leading to heaven, which can never be reached. My fighting spirit is about to be destroyed. I just want to go back to the car and enjoy the air conditioning.
At this time, my father saw my situation. He said to me, "Don't worry. Now you don't have to think about how far you are from the finish line. You just need to tell yourself, step by step, step by step, step by step. You try. " After listening to my father's words, I no longer care about how far ahead, but focus on taking a step ahead, taking a step, counting new steps and moving forward step by step.
Finally, I climbed to the top of the mountain and looked down at the road I had just walked. Suddenly, I found that I had gone too far.
Yes, every little makes a mickle. You can move forward step by step and finally reach the top. This is the same as achieving our goal. Don't expect to soar. Maybe if you set your goal as one step, you can achieve a distant goal. Isn't it?
Standing on the top of the mountain, the sun is no longer fierce and my heart is no longer afraid. I want to move towards the goal in my heart. Remember, only by accumulating footsteps will you go further. I said to myself.
It takes courage to ride a roller coaster, and it takes courage to stay up late and go home alone ... Many things need courage.
On Saturday night, my sister Xu Xinrui and I played in the community. We wandered around the artificial lake, played in the gym and walked around. It's getting dark and the wind is blowing again, so I can't help shivering. My sister said, "It's dark and cold. Let's go home! " I nodded in agreement and walked back together.
Before I came to a path, I found it very terrible. But my sister was sharp-eyed and saw a swing on the roadside at a glance. She happily dragged me to the swing and looked at it: "Just enough for the two of us to sit. Looking from the front, he exclaimed: "The most beautiful! "Indeed, white pattern, white backrest, white ... everything is white, and then there is a forest behind it, and there is a gravel road and grass in front. During the day, you must have a special taste, perhaps bathed in warm sunshine, you can read a book and sleep on it. But it's night! Or a night without stars and the moon! The Woods behind are like a group of tree monsters, which makes the swing even more gloomy. In addition, there are some clothes hanging in the Woods today, which makes the swing look "creepy".
However, my sister pulled me up regardless of the willy-nilly. Looking back, my clothes were shaken by the wind, and water dripped on the ground, screaming with fear. I jumped off the swing at once, so I quickly squatted down.
We just stood on the road, afraid to enter or retreat. This road is closest to home. If you take another road, it will take a long detour! Where are you going? My sister suddenly spoke: "Since I dare not go here, let's take a hard detour!" " "After a pause, he thought for a moment and then said," No, let's go here to challenge. Do you have enough courage? "I hesitated, but I thought of an article in the book," Can you be braver? "I decided to choose courage. Thinking that "there are no ghosts in the world", we passed the "danger zone".
Looking back, is that road really that terrible? Actually, it's not. It's just that we regard it as a terrible thing in our hearts. As long as we overcome our inner fears, choose courage and face it bravely, there is nothing to be afraid of in the world. Just like a famous saying in the book, "Only courage is eternal".
Narrative composition 9 pear blossom season and life-long love
The late spring is here again, and so is Tomb-Sweeping Day.
I set foot on that long-lost road again, and I can't tell whether it is familiar or unfamiliar. How many years have I not set foot on this road to my hometown again after studying abroad? The once winding road is now straight and flat, and the once muddy road is now clean and tidy. Trees on both sides of the road also show tranquility, adding a sense of solemnity to the sad atmosphere in Tomb-Sweeping Day. My hometown is no longer shabby. Nowadays, there are three-story buildings with red tiles and white walls everywhere, which are particularly elegant in the quiet atmosphere of Tomb-Sweeping Day. In contrast, a overgrown yard and two shabby houses seem out of place.
That is the old house where my great-grandmother lived before her death. When I was a child, I used to play. After my great-grandmother died, the house was unoccupied and nobody cleaned it up, which was even more sad. There is an iron lock hanging on the wooden door, which has long been rusty under the wind and sun, just like my great-grandmother's life. The stone bench under the jujube tree in front of the wooden door is still smooth, but covered with dust. After my great-grandmother died, no one remembered the stone bench. It has long been forgotten by people, but when I saw it, it was so kind, like an old friend who had been separated for many years. My eyes are blurred. I seem to see my old great-grandmother sitting on a stone bench with a cattail leaf fan in her hand, waiting for me to return. I don't remember what the old house was furnished, but I remember everything that used to be.
My great-grandmother was born in troubled times and had no education, but I know she is very eager to know.
Yes, when I sit on the stone bench in front of the door and read the Chinese characters I just met, my great-grandmother will stop busy and listen carefully, as if those Chinese characters are the most beautiful notes in the world. Listen, after I read aloud, she will open her mouth from time to time, but she won't make any noise. After I read it, she always muttered, wretched, you should study hard, learn more words and do more culture. You can do a lot of things with education, but I have no education and skills in my life. You should learn from your great-grandfather. Your great-grandfather can read and write a lot of words, but his great-grandfather left early. The two old people don't have a soul mate, an oath of never giving up, or a promise to be husband and wife for life. However, they have an ordinary life and subtle care.
My great-grandmother loves me very much. Great-grandmother's feet are very small. She likes to walk barefoot on the rugged dirt road in the country. I always follow in her footsteps and follow her barefoot all the way. At this time, my great-grandmother would pull out a candy or a few cookies from her pocket like magic, watch me eat them with joy, and then tell me a story as a reward. No, she didn't tell a story. She is telling what she witnessed with her own eyes, but what she once remembered. In my memory, my great-grandmother hated war very much. She knows the consequences of war. Many soldiers gave their young lives to defend their motherland. The war led to the destruction of their family and the separation of their wife and children. Speaking of this war, I seem to see tears in my great-grandmother's eyes, because my great-grandfather also died in the charge. I seem to have learned more through my great-grandmother's tears.
The wind in late spring has started again, and the faint pear fragrance is refreshing. The wall of the old home is very low, not as high as my height. I looked up and saw a pear tree in the yard, stretching leisurely in the breezy breeze. That is the pear flower that my great-grandmother loved all her life, pure as snow. Eight years ago, when my great-grandmother was in pear flower falls, she left with a serene face. At this time, the pear blossoms were still brilliant, but no one saw them anymore.
I think the pear blossom fragrance that blooms every year may be my great-grandmother's meaningful exhortation and warm companionship! I stood in the falling pear blossoms and looked back silently. My great-grandmother's face, which has gone through many vicissitudes, is always in front of me. At this time, during the Qingming Festival, I realized that my great-grandmother had taken root in my heart, and I would use my life to remember my great-grandmother and my relatives.
Pear blossoms in one season, and friendship lasts a lifetime. I just hope my great-grandmother can be as old as her in the other world. ...
Gardenia rotten leaves
There is a Gu Xiang deep in the town. Bright yellow and drunken light spread all the way, lighting up a city.
10 The Spring Festival is a traditional festival in China, but now the breath of the Spring Festival has gradually faded, people's awareness of the Spring Festival has gradually decreased, and the Spring Festival is no longer prosperous and people are no longer looking forward to it.
"Chinese New Year, Chinese New Year", this is grandpa's breath. I heard that the Spring Festival when Grandpa was a child was joyful and colorful. Every red lantern is hung high and everyone has a smile on his face. Spring Festival couplets are hung in front of every household, with square fonts and written by their own families. After every household is busy, they will cook a delicious meal with little pork and reward those who have worked hard for a year. When eating, the family ate with relish and enjoyed themselves. On New Year's Eve, firecrackers exploded, and everyone got together to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. They sat together in the village brigade to watch the Spring Festival Gala, and the villagers laughed and laughed. The next day, everyone paid a New Year call. The children rushed to the elders and kowtowed for lucky money. The wrinkles on the naughty children's faces disappeared without a trace. Children of the same age, play and laugh together. At that time, although life was hard, everyone had a full and happy life, and I was looking forward to such a happy Spring Festival.
With the firecrackers, the Spring Festival is coming again. Who put this? My father put it there when I was young. They also had a full and happy Spring Festival. The children took out firecrackers from home in twos and threes and formed a long snake array. Everyone's firecrackers are combined. With the sound of guns, everyone's heart was filled with joy. The Spring Festival is also their most anticipated festival. Everyone scrambled to ask their mother for new clothes, and the children who received the new clothes jumped with joy. Everyone can eat delicious ribs, from verbal joy to heart joy. Their Spring Festival is also colorful. Who doesn't expect such a colorful Spring Festival?
It's my Spring Festival. The crackling sound sounded, and I couldn't help but get angry again when I was still asleep, saying, "Whose firecrackers still make people sleep." After a while, my mother woke me up. My eyes were dim and I got up helplessly. I went to pay a New Year call today, and I was very sad to hear the news. "How do you want to pay a New Year call again?" Finally, I went reluctantly. The whole winter vacation is spent in games, TV and consumption. But I feel lonely the rest of the time. I don't know why I can't feel the taste and happiness of that year at all.
Why is this? Now the living standard has improved a lot, but why can't I feel the taste of Chinese New Year?