Narrative composition 1 has been looking forward to the arrival of snowy days. I began to hope that the sky would be white. Then, I jumped on the white ground in a red suit, blooming like a red plum blossom, and emitting warmth around me in a red costume, even if the plum blossom was cold.
The snow still didn't fall as scheduled, and the chill has hit, and attacks have been launched from time to time. With the intermittent cold rain, the hair is messy in the wind, and the cold wind is extremely arrogant and proud.
I narrowed my eyes slightly and walked to a place with weak light. From far and near, I couldn't stop for a while and ran into Aunt Fu standing at the door. Her harsh voice began to ring in her ear again. "Why did you come so late? I have been waiting here for a long time. I'm freezing. " I stared at her with great boredom and walked in quickly. Suddenly, what I just said came from behind, and another ninth-grade girl came in in a panic. I don't think an aunt is too far away. Her thin figure is somewhat lonely under the illumination of street lamps. It seems that a gust of wind will blow away, but it seems that she has not closed the door yet. "I want to get cold on my own. Did someone tell you to wait? " No sooner had I finished than I was shivering with cold wind blowing from the door. I shrank my neck and hurried away.
When I got back to the dormitory, I got into the quilt like a monkey climbing a tree, but obviously no one warmed the bed and there was no hot water baby. At first, I shivered in bed and made it creak. I gritted my teeth and thought it would be all right in a moment.
We started talking in Kan Kan. I usually go home, but I don't want them to send me to catch a cold with me. I feel lonely and disappointed because I feel lost at home for the first time. Confused, I thought of the red berries by the pool at home. I was a little excited when I introduced it to my roommate. "There is a little red in white, which is really strange. Red as fire, I feel that I am not afraid of cold in winter. However, as soon as I met Mei, my heart became cold. Perhaps, I think it is to make others warm. " At some point, my vision began to blur, and I really want to go back and have a look, even if it hasn't been opened yet. I fell asleep in a whisper, and there was no grandmother to warm my feet with her hands. My feet have been cold and numb.
"Aunt is coming!" I don't know who shouted, all the lights in the dormitory went out, and several people climbed into bed and turned them off, which made me sleepy. "The aunt is ill? It is not too cold not to sleep in the middle of the night. " Aunt Xu heard some noise here and walked straight over. I quickly pretended to sleep, only to see her shadow trying to move my bed step by step. I feel a little guilty. I'm afraid to go out into the air. Aunt didn't seem to notice me, just helped me fix the quilt on the ground. When I was nervous, my legs stretched out and my cold feet touched my aunt's hand. "ah! The child's feet are as cold as iron. " It seems to be talking to me and talking to itself. Just as I was about to take back my feet, a pair of warm hands stuck to my feet. These hands have many wrinkles and cocoons, and chrome's feet are very painful. I didn't reject it, just snuggled up to keep warm like my grandmother.
Warmth slowly blows into my heart like spring breeze. I looked up slightly and gave her a grateful look. She is wearing a red cotton-padded jacket. Just like a red plum, a pair of hands like branches constantly provide nutrients to flowers, while red plum constantly gives strength to others. Although May was cold, I watched him stamp his feet and cry all over the floor.
Warm red plum, thank you for keeping me warm. You are so beautiful.
Narrative composition 2 may be warmth or love. Light up every corner, warm everyone's heart, and give some comfort to people in trouble. It's sunshine.
There is always a kind of sunshine on my mother that is unforgettable.
I remember when my mother was young, she was always a very fashionable person. No matter what she looks like or how she dresses, she looks very sunny. I can also get some light, because my mother is young and we are like sisters.
Now, my mother can't stand the torture of years. In my memory, you are fragile, old and covered in cocoons. You are not the sunny you used to be. I am an audience watching this film honed by years. What I feel is nothing more than: life is to be created and to be strong.
That sentence, like sunshine, completely warmed my heart.
Mom often struggles to live, too. She often travels for five or six months, and then leaves when she comes back, just to see her relatives. I miss my mother very much. Although she always calls to say hello, I still think that my mother stopped calling me until one time, but two months later, she sent a message saying that Hui Hui missed you very much.
Although there are many complaints lingering, I just feel that my heart shines in my heart like a beam of sunshine, and I feel extremely warm. I know that even if my mother is busy, she will still say something that makes people feel a little comforted, just like that deep affection, that heavy affection.
Although my mother is not with me, I believe she will grow up with me like sunshine.
I always tell my mother when I encounter setbacks, and sometimes I get angry, but my mother is not around. What should I do? I always look up at the sun, regard it as my mother, and pour out my heart. Just like my mother, it told me to treat it calmly, to be as cheerful and warm as her at ordinary times, and to learn to be independent and strong. The sun shines on my face, which is very comfortable. Probably my mother is touching me and persuading me to grow up with her slowly.
The sunshine in my heart is always shining, strong and great, shining on me with great love and warmth.
Her love surrounds me like sunshine, and the sunshine warms me like scattered lights in the depths of my memory.
The wonderful summer vacation life is coming to an end. During this summer vacation, I gained a lot. Let me take an inventory.
During the summer vacation, my mother applied for a blog for me. I also set up beautiful pictures in my blog. It's beautiful. I also wrote a few articles, welcome to browse. Besides, I entered it into the computer myself. My mother also taught me how to use the computer. Although I am not very skilled at present, I believe I will use it well in the future.
I still practice calligraphy at home every day, ten times a day. My handwriting is much better than before. I think I will continue to practice and write better in the future.
I still have to read books every day. * * * I've finished reading three books, and I'm about to finish another one. My language expression ability is stronger now. I like reading books written by Aunt Yang best, and I like her Laughing Cat Diary very much. I can't wait to buy all the Laughing Cat Diaries. Besides, I like going to the bookstore very much because I can see many good books there. My mother promised to take me to the bookstore every holiday. I am very happy.
I have to do four Olympic math problems every day. My mother told me four kinds of Olympic math problems, which are "harmony and multiplication", "difference and multiplication", "harmony and multiplication" and "finding the circumference skillfully". My favorites are Doubling Problem and Finding the Circle Skillfully. I did 66 questions, and I think my math has improved to some extent.
I also drew five paintings this summer vacation, which were homework left by the painting teacher. I will continue to take painting classes after school starts, every Saturday. Painting is my favorite thing. I think my painting is not bad. I asked my mother to help me upload some for everyone to see.
I also got one of the biggest gains this summer vacation, that is, I took swimming lessons. I basically learned breaststroke. I think swimming in the swimming pool in summer is the most comfortable thing.
I also have a happy thing. On the first day I learned to swim, I saw my kindergarten classmate, Wang Yicong. She learns to swim with me, and we are very happy together! We still play together every night. Unfortunately, school is about to start, so we can't play together at ordinary times, so we can only play on Saturday and Sunday.
Is it meaningful to have a wonderful summer vacation? Anyway, I think so.
Ruthless typhoon, like a madman, has been sweeping the earth crazily. The heavy rain makes everyone tremble, and also makes the faces of brothers and sisters stink like bitter gourd, clamoring to go out to play; Mother also sighed and said, "Alas! I can't even dry my clothes. What a headache, Grandpa Sun! I beg you to come out quickly! " But I am the only one who is very happy, because the typhoon is coming, so I don't have to go to class for a typhoon holiday. Just think, I hope the typhoon can come soon and stay here all the time, so I can have endless holidays, ha! Ha! Ha!
But at breakfast the next morning, I saw a lot of news on TV. Because of some disasters caused by typhoon, for example, fruit farmers' orchards were destroyed by typhoon, their hearts must be very sad! Looking at their hard work, they can't see the original appearance now. It must be hard for them to accept this fact. I think my previous thoughts are all wet. If the typhoon stays here all the time, won't it mean more and more harm to those fruit farmers?
Not only that, because farmers' farms have been destroyed, prices have also risen, especially vegetables and fruits, which is a matter of great concern and headache for many housewives. The high price of vegetables made them unaffordable. However, some unscrupulous businessmen take the opportunity to make "typhoon money", which is really hateful and makes people angry!
On the third day, the typhoon had already left. Curious, I ran to school to find out. Fortunately, it's no big deal. But according to news reports, some schools are terrible! The trees are crooked, and the playground and classroom are covered with mud. Teachers and students rolled up the sleeves of their trouser legs and swept the mud desperately. The oldest banyan tree in the school fell down. He is the children's playmate after class. If he falls, many children will feel bored after class! But some people are worse off, almost bankrupt! By contrast, we are so happy!
Every time a typhoon comes, it will cause property losses and damage in various places. I think one sentence is right-"Prevention is better than cure". Therefore, when the typhoon comes in summer, everyone must be prepared to be foolproof to avoid heavy losses.
We parted at this door.
From this street, I watched the beautiful image of you leaving. It's still very cold, especially this afternoon.
I left, but I didn't go far. I seem to have a lot to say. My friends and I continue to wave to you in the distance, and the tears on your back are blurred in the wind, and the wind is moving.
Breeze bursts, soft and slow; It passed through the gap in the tall building and joined several other winds. It blows everything in the air and surrounds pedestrians and vehicles. In the breeze, passers-by in a hurry don't seem to feel the cold in winter, but the cold is more like an unattended sidewalk, waiting for their own territory, lonely and lonely.
However, your voice and smile have been flashing and trembling in front of me. Your sincerity and enthusiasm once made me feel that people like you are rare. The connotation of talent can't see a good image; And the performance at work is really admirable. You run human nature through your daily work ... no matter how strong the wind is, no matter how long you leave, I will remember you deeply.
You left, leaving your brother and sister who have been together for many years. Turn around several times, wave frequently and call at the same time. Although the wind brought your voice, your lingering tears can leave a lasting impression on me.
When you leave, you have to find your new position or accept the employment of others; You still have a long way to go, a long time, and endless affairs waiting for you. You still need to wade across glaciers, climb hills and join new ranks. ...
I stood in the afternoon wind, a little lonely and cold. I silently blessed: "Friends, have a good trip."