In normal study, work or life, everyone has written a composition, which can be divided into narrative, explanatory, practical and argumentative according to different genres. The following are five narrative lyrical articles about the composition of Grade One in Senior High School that I have compiled for you, hoping to help you!

The time of 1 cannot be changed. Even though I don't know where I am, I still believe the promise you made in the past.

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I am a spear. Forged by a famous contemporary blacksmith, he fell asleep in the armory. People say I'm made of pure iron, but I think the so-called pure iron is just a little harder than ordinary iron. When I thought I would stay here all my life, you appeared.

You came with your eldest brother Liu Bei. Liu Bei introduced many sharp weapons to you, but you refused them. Just as you were about to leave disappointed, you found me hiding in the corner. If you want this spear, you can have it. It's no use putting it here anyway. The shopkeeper told you this, but you got impatient, waved me in your hand and ran out in a hurry.

Brother, brother, this spear is called Zhang Ba Snake Spear, how about it? Remember, you just got me. I'm so happy. When the name you gave me was approved by Liu and Guan Yu, you jumped up and made a lifelong commitment. You will be famous in the hands of my Zhang Yide.

Perhaps, with the passage of time, you will forget the promise of blood in those days, but I have always believed.

You used me to kill the enemy heroically on the battlefield, and fought in the north and south, and no one could beat you; You cursed Lu Bu's three surnames as domestic slaves, and used me as the first battle to draw a halberd for domineering. I am inseparable from you, and your reckless personality really worries me.

Do you still remember that in the battle of Long Banqiao, you fought against me and defeated Cao Jun by yourself? Only I know your momentum best, and your promise at that time is slowly being fulfilled.

But because of your character, you hit a soldier, and I can only watch you be killed by your people. I was in the hands of your eldest son Zhang Bao, and after his death, I disappeared. However, I will definitely wait until you come back to complete that unfinished promise.

Time can't be changed. Even if I don't know where to go, I still believe the promise I made in those years.

Composition high school narrative lyric II

The moon climbed the treetops, giving off bright light and plating the earth with silver. The night is quiet. Soon, the open space in front of our building was boiling, with laughter and noise, and even the moon looked at us quietly through the cracks in the trees. It turns out that our friends in the same hospital made an appointment early in the morning to "play fruit" in the yard after dinner. These days, several big camphor trees in the yard were covered with fruits and were blown to the ground by the wind. Everyone picked them up bag by bag as "bullets"

The battle has begun. We grabbed the fruit from the bag and shot it at each other one by one. What a fierce battle! Sometimes you get shot in the head, sometimes I get shot in the waist. When you get shot, I get shot. Everybody have fun!

The moon has risen to the sky and it's getting late. We were sweating profusely, and all the bullets in our bags were empty, so we had to declare a ceasefire. Everyone went home to rest. As soon as I got home, I rushed under the electric fan and started a gear. A strong wind blew head-on. The weather is very cold, not to mention comfortable. It's interesting to think about the battle just now when I'm in pain with my eyes closed! I can't help but move my steps to the window again and look at the place where I just fought with nostalgia. In the moonlight, the "battlefield" under a quiet meal was a mess, and there were "bullets" all over the ground ... Suddenly, I found a small shadow shaking in the moonlight. who is it? Why can't you leave so late? I rub my eyes. Isn't this Xiaolan next door? I saw her holding a broom and sweeping intently ... I stayed. Xiaolan is two years younger than me, but so sensible. After the game, she didn't forget to clean up. Why didn't I think of that? I grabbed my broom and ran downstairs.

Xiaolan bowed her head and swept so intently that the clean ground slowly spread behind her. I quickly and vigorously swept up. After our efforts, all the "bullets" on the ground were cleared, and we both wiped our sweat with brooms and smiled at each other.

The moonlight is so bright. Looking at Xiaolan who was soaked to the skin, I couldn't help saying, "Xiaolan, good sister, your heart is purer than the moon!" " "

Composition high school narrative lyric 3

Like a brilliant fireworks, one thought is gorgeous and the other is silent-what a gorgeous background.

It's like a grand dinner, full of flowers. I don't understand the sadness at the end of the song-what wonderful music.

Just like an era of flowers, what a good protagonist on a sunny day.

In the year from late spring to early summer, we crossed the crossroads and ran without hesitation on the route drawn by God for us. I just didn't expect us to meet again in the coffee shop.

Through the tea mist, I traveled through time and space and saw us three years ago. "Oh, you haven't changed at all now." I looked up and saw the vortex of memories in your eyes.

You can't refuse the smile: "you were so stupid when you were a child that you couldn't even do such a simple math problem." I really miss the pride I explained to you at that time. "

I stirred the cup of milk tea that slowly overflowed, reflecting your face that seems to have been smoothed by time-just imagine, even if you speak so easily, you can't hide the loneliness in your eyes completely.

You said, "In junior high school, I never met anyone as stupid as me."

The single in the store circulates "Those Years". The bright sunshine can't penetrate the beige curtains and yellowed chandeliers, emitting yellowed light. Printed on a wooden table that seems to have traces of tree rings. In the thick smell of milk, I seem to smell a trace of time. The yellowed wooden table under the light is like a yellowed diary, which records the eternity of me and you and mourns the passing spring.

I stare at you and the clock behind you. In the sensational music, although it is small, it is clearly visible-it is beating our countdown youth.

Listen to your excitement and try to restore our past. I took a sip of milk tea and reveled in this feeling, just like our time together. Through the thick fog. "Great!"

Finally, the store seems to have changed a song "We". At the climax, I smiled and waved goodbye to him and walked out of the coffee shop. It turns out that the name of this shop is "we".

Composition high school narrative lyric 4

Life, you can't live in ignorance, you should know what you should know. Don't be too confused. Of course, you should be confused when you are confused.

We should understand life, not too much, but not too confused. So how do you read it? First of all, you should know what you should do and what you can do. Nothing can be done. After understanding, how did you do it? These are all things that we think clearly in our hearts. I don't want you to fully understand, but at least you should know how to get there. If we can't be the upper class, we can't be the lower class. The only way to do this is to be confused and understand when it is time to understand.

The first step to understand life is to know what you should do, and the second step is to have a small goal, neither too high nor too low. It's like we got 65 points, and we'll try to get 70 points next time, and then we'll get 75 points, step by step. Break your own record, don't compare other people's scores, just break your own record. Every time you break, you should also know where you made the same mistake.

Then step three, ask yourself why. Because when you are sure of something, it may just be an inspiration. Well, at this stage, you need to know why you are doing this, just like a design draft. The designer thinks that when he saw something, he suddenly got inspiration and finished it. Then when the customer asks him, "What is your inspiration?" Generally, you don't say you don't know, but tell the customer what you found this inspiration at the beginning, so that the work is about content. So do we. Sometimes I ask why it is useful for you to deepen your memory. Now, few people ask, it has become like a law, passed down slowly, and has not changed.

Life has just begun, we don't have to walk too much, because everyone's tolerance is different, and everyone's understanding of life is different. When we have different contents, the only thing we can do is to share. Because it is possible that what happens to you will happen to the other person. And your advice can make the other person take fewer detours in life.

Composition high school narrative lyric 5

There is a fun place in Garden City-Bosheng Rock Climbing, where there are two standard speed lanes and two standard difficulty lanes. The expressway is green and divided into three sections. There is a small slope between each section and a bell at the top. When you climb it and ring the bell, it means you have succeeded. The difficulty road is red, sometimes protruding outward, and sometimes sinking inward, which increases the difficulty of climbing. On the ferry, the speed is17m long and 3m wide. There are "dots" nailed to the rock wall, which are some prominent screws for climbers to step on. Some of these points are anti-grasping, hanging feet ... and a stone-throwing area. The stone-throwing area is like a small cave, only about 1.6 meters high. It is full of dots, triangular, shell-shaped, and some are on the ceiling, which is very big. There is also a big square with a round "point" on it, which is very strange.

I like climbing very much. I go climbing every week. My speed on the standard track has increased from 5 minutes to less than 3 minutes. However, I have been eager to climb the ceiling of the bouldering area, but I have tried several methods but I can't get up. What should I do? At this time, I saw "789" (a person about my age, who climbs very well, and she has a strange name) climbing freely on the ceiling, so I asked her for help. "789" gave me a demonstration. She grabbed a yellow spot with both hands, kicked it, and then reached out her right hand to grab a blue spot. Her left hand reached out again and caught a red spot on it. "Well, you can catch all the above points." She pointed to the ceiling and said. She jumped down, so I went up, tried it, and grabbed the top with both hands. I'm going to grab a point on the ceiling. I reach out my right hand to grab a point. "no!" 789 shouted at the bottom, "Point your right hand at the yellow spot and grab this with your left hand!" I stretch out my right hand to grasp the yellow spot and my left hand to grasp the origin. As soon as my feet were loose, I hung from the ceiling. "Ha ha, I succeeded!" I jumped down and cheered.

I'm going up! I made it! Success makes me feel extremely happy, and also makes me know a truth: where there is a will, there is a way!