I believe everyone is familiar with composition, especially the narrative that can't be ignored in composition. Narrative is a literary form, which focuses on remembering people, narrating, describing scenery and objects, and writing about the experiences of characters and the development and changes of things. How to write this type of composition? The following are three narratives I collected: We will not leave until time is old. Welcome to share.

Three narratives: Time is not old, we will never leave 1 pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue, the evening wind plays the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. ...

Somehow, the melody of the song "Farewell" suddenly came to my ear. Is it fear? Do not give up? I'm afraid of being separated from my classmates' friends for three years, and I won't give up being separated from my comrades-in-arms who share weal and woe. The countdown on the blackboard stung my eyes deeply. I think we will go to Tianya separately soon, in this year's season of green trees and gardenias.

Time, can you walk slowly and not be so cold?

I can't bear to accompany the big family of Class 3, Grade 3, which has grown up for almost three years, and I can't let go of my friends who fought and cheered with me. The past is as vivid as a rewind movie, and bright pictures surge and overlap in my mind.

At the sports meeting, you galloped hard on the field, and the bright awards reflected your cheeks, which was the glory you won for the class; In the cultural performance, your posture jumps on the stage, and we shout for you with the beat of music under the stage; On the basketball court, you try your best to fight fiercely with your opponent. No matter how tired you are, bite your teeth and stick to it Sweat is crystal clear in the sun. That's not only the sweat you shed, but also your hard work for the class. Class 3, Grade 3, because we are a whole and a big family. She is our constant source of energy supply.

However, there are only the last few days now. After the summer vacation, the classroom will still be full of students, but it will definitely not be us. At that time, when we look back on the past, will we suddenly miss the whispers we said in class, the unscrupulous laughter with friends about an interesting thing, and the youthful years we publicized together in those years?

More and more, I find myself a sentimental young man. Free and easy on weekdays, the toughness of all heroic women, the thought of these seems to be melted by tenderness and disappeared without a trace.

Dear friends, in the last days of high school, let us leave the best memories for each other. How many years later, maybe we met at a street corner, and the face that smiled mercilessly in the depths of memory still came to mind. Then say nothing and smile at each other.

When you sing, you will feel strong when you leave. Say "take care". We won't be apart, time is not old. True love remains the same, and the years are quiet. I hope my dear friends will cherish you and me in the future, and heaven remains our neighbourhood.

Narration 3: Time is not old, we will not part in the summer of 2 20xx, we will part!

Time is always so wonderful. But sometimes it is as sharp as a blade, tormenting your fragile heart! I used to look forward to the arrival of summer. Now, I always pray, and time passes slowly! But the years are still ruthless, and the arrival of 20xx proves that the summer of 20xx will return as scheduled! 20xx seems to be a mystery ... time is not old, but we have to part!

"No matter how handsome the boys in junior high school are, they can't compare with the madman in primary school."

"Girls in junior high school are no more beautiful than girls in primary school."

Summer always comes as scheduled! We are about to enter junior high school from primary school. I hope that on that day, we can finish filming graduation photo with a smile!

Graduation, these two words are cruel. Although six years in primary school is very long, it is also very short! But can the years be as you wish? There are always many farewells in life.

May time not get old, and we will never leave!

Primary school is a place to fly youth and grow up. I hope our youth will not end.

I didn't know what it was like to leave when I was a child. But now I'm grown up, but I'm looking forward to forgetting the taste of parting.

Youth is the most beautiful season in life. It breeds the vitality of early spring, shows the enthusiasm of midsummer, hides the harvest of the whole autumn and shows the hope of cold winter.

When everyone is thankful for the arrival of 20xx, we are lamenting the cruelty of parting.

Youth has nowhere to put, it's time to have a place to belong!

The biting cold wind made me shiver, and I came out of Lenovo's world. Suddenly realized that the moment of parting has not arrived yet, but it is not far away!

I hope time is not old, and we will never leave!

Qiusan Narration: Time is not old, and we will not leave home. How many times have we asked ourselves: Are we going on a journey alone again? Looking back, staring, so many people saw off on the platform, so many people waved, which ones belonged to them?

"Elder sister, why don't you go to farewell dinner?" My hand trembled slightly as I pushed the baggage cart. National Day, Spring Festival, this seems to be all your holidays. You just kept silent for a long time and said, "Let's go."

In late autumn, the fiber of sunlight is getting shorter and shorter, and it stops beside the vast wasteland next to the station. You brushed away the hair that stuck to your face unintentionally and smiled at the square pond. I know that you are obsessed with dusk, with the bright water of sunset, and cast a long silhouette on the ground with loneliness. I just hug you, look at you and laugh blindly.

There is not a pedestrian in the vast field. In the golden grass, you are as unique as pure white. As if the world and peace belong to you. Wandering heart, wandering people, unconsciously slipped a tear and wet your clothes. You react, wipe it off with a scarf, or smile without a word.

"Let me take a picture of you." I don't understand the homesickness of adults, but I also see that you don't give up this homeland. I took your mobile phone and accidentally found your QQ and WeChat messages, one after another.

"I wish my roommate a smooth job!"

"Bon voyage, my old deskmate."

"Be there or be square during the Spring Festival, monitor!"

"Beipiao, it is most important for Sister Wan to pay attention to her health."

"Sister Su Wan, remember to eat more. You are too thin to look good. Keep in touch. "

……

It turns out that after going to work, the students are still so strong. Then, my classmates will do the same decades later. My lips are slightly hooked, and I call to you softly, "Come back, white clothes can't bear dirt, and the train is coming soon." You looked at me with your head tilted, and then at the reflection in the pond. Indeed, a lot of hay is hung on the silver sneakers, and the xanthium balls are stuck on the corners of the clothes. Once or twice, you jumped back like a deer, looked at the phone I handed you and whispered, "Nice." I don't know if it's the scenery or the people in the photo.

Remember one little thing. A few days ago, my friend joked that I was going to transfer, and I was sad for a long time.

What blessing did you finally see, but you just chuckled, put away your mobile phone and looked like spring.

"Sister Su Wan, you walk so fast!" A lark-like cheerful call made me look back. Your former classmate is still a sophomore. You hug girls and shake hands with boys, and the loneliness and sadness that enveloped you before are swept away.

The sound of the wind and the pond lingers in my ears, a kind of inner gibberish, deep and deep, dumping and floating. A wisp of simple mud fragrance wafts away, like a water circle in a pond, swinging round after round of endless dreams.

"Look, blueberries!" You mentioned the white skirt horn again, ran happily to the small bush and picked up some withered wild fruits like a baby. I was just about to remind you to be careful, but your schoolmate stopped me: "Your sister is a rural girl, going to study in the city and drifting north. Now that there is a rare field in her hometown, let her take more. "

Parting, with a smile in your eyes, what it's like inside.

There's everything you care about here anyway. Fortunately, there are people who care about you.

I wish you a wanderer and take photos every year.