1. 200-word narrative composition in grade two of primary school
One day, I saw an old photo in my desk, in which my father and I were skating in Houhai, Beijing. It was taken when I went to Beijing. During the Spring Festival, my parents and I traveled to Beijing, which was the first time I came to Beijing. It was cold that day, but the sky was blue. We came to Houhai Park, where there was a sea of people. Everyone comes skating with their relatives and friends. I came to skate, too. I play with my favorite sleigh. The sleigh danced and spun on the first floor, and we flew on the ice like birds. I ate roast duck and sugar-coated gourd hot pot on the streets of Beijing ... and there are many delicious foods waiting for us to taste. We took a small train from the first railway in China to Badaling to see the Great Wall of Wan Li, took the subway to Tiananmen to see the white dove, and took a taxi to Yonghe Palace to see the royal garden. There are countless delicious and interesting things in Beijing.
Beijing is the capital of our country, which left a deep impression on me.
2. 200-word narrative composition in the second grade of primary school.
One day, my grandparents and I went to see my aunt. There is a child in her family, Xiaomi, one and a half years old. He is my nephew. Xiaomi can eat very much, so he is chubby and cute. He is as strong as a calf.
After lunch, Xiaomi began to doze off and refused to sleep. My aunt coaxed him for a long time. I saw it and said, "Auntie, I'll coax Xiaomi. Go to sleep first." Aunt went to bed.
I play games with Xiaomi, including hide-and-seek and small trains. I told him a story, and soon he rubbed his eyes. I told him to lie down and he slept for a while. Menstruation woke up and praised me for watching Xiaomi sleep soundly. My heart is full of joy.
I will help adults do what I can in the future!
3. 200-word narrative composition in the second grade of primary school.
This morning, my mother and I bought two crucian carp from the market, which were very fat. When the salesman put them in the backpack, they were still alive and kicking in the backpack. When we got home, we emptied the fish out of our rucksacks. I held the fish in my hand, but it was too slippery and escaped from my palm. At this time, my mother hit the fish head twice with a knife and knocked the crucian carp unconscious. I knocked the fish out like my mother. Like my mother, I have a knife in my right hand and a fish head in my left. I scraped the scales off the fish's tail layer by layer with a knife, scraping one side, turning the fish over and scraping the other side. Then cut open the belly of the fish, and I saw bright red blood flowing out from it. At that time, my hand reached into the fish's stomach. I thought my hand was bleeding. I washed my hands quickly. Ah! It turns out that my hand is fine, but the fish is bleeding. Then I put my thumb, forefinger and middle finger into the fish's stomach, take out the fish's internal organs, and then take out the fish's gills from the head. Finally, wash the fish.
Ah, it's not easy to kill a fish.
4. 200-word narrative composition in the second grade of primary school
On Saturday morning, I woke up and thought to myself: I was so nervous at ordinary times, but I am free today. I'll learn from my mother and fold the quilt myself. My mother will be surprised. Do it. I first spread the quilt flat on the bed, folded the front part into the middle, and folded the back part into the middle, and the quilt became a rectangle. I folded in half from left to right, and folded my little quilt square with my dexterous hands. After the quilt was tidied up, the cot became much neater at once. It's the first time to clean up the crib, and my heart is sweeter than honey.
5. 200-word narrative composition in the second grade of primary school.
One day in the summer vacation, I went out to play with my parents. We went to Shanghai Disneyland. We go there by bus. When I got there, I rushed over. I saw a fountain several feet high, flying down, very spectacular. I see many people playing. I said to my parents, "I really want to play." Mom and Dad said, "Yes, but don't run around, or I won't find you." I said, "I see."
I went to play the roller coaster first. I asked them, mom and dad, should I tell them not to? Last time I asked you if you were afraid, they said it wasn't you, I said I was afraid. I had to go up there alone to start. I feel dizzy. Close your eyes and feel the wind whistling in your ears, playing a roller coaster. Father said, "Let's have lunch!" "I said," all right. When we arrived at the restaurant, Dad said, "Go and order." "I said," dad, dad, I want to eat meat. "What a happy day it was when we finished eating and then played many games!
6. 200-word narrative composition in the second grade of primary school
On a sunny Sunday, my parents and I went to stay at Crown Hotel overseas and invited my cousin's parents to have a buffet. We were bored in the room. My father and I went to the fitness center on the seventh floor to exercise. My father swam and I went to exercise. I sometimes run, sometimes ride a bike, sometimes play dumbbells, sometimes. We had enough fun, so we went out for a walk and met my cousin. Then we had a buffet together. We ate lobster, mashed potatoes with cream, chicken curry, salmon, steak, lamb chops and many other things. It's delicious. Later, my cousin invited me to spend the night at his house, so I went. We walked more than 4 kilometers for an hour. After returning home, we visited the Great Wall and Lego Batman movies.
I am really happy today!
7. 200-word narrative composition in the second grade of primary school
Today, the burning sun suffocates the earth. I sat in front of my grandfather's house, listening to cicadas, screaming "I know, I know, I know …". Suddenly my heart itches. If only I could catch cicadas. Grandpa listened to my idea and immediately made me a "bucket" and tied it to a bamboo pole. So we came to several willow trees under the scorching sun, and I saw a lot of cicadas with their cries. Grandpa quietly raised the long bamboo pole and caught it when he was not looking. Poor cicada became a plaything in my pocket, so grandpa caught a lot of cicadas for me.
It turns out that cicadas can be divided into male and female, and there are two "boards" under the male's stomach. No women. So males bark, females don't.
Cicada had a really isolated time. Grandpa, thank you for giving me a happy day.