Junior high school narrative

I believe that you will always come into contact with writing in your study and work, especially narrative, which is one of the main types of learning writing. The six elements of narrative writing refer to: time, place, people, events (afterwards), reasons, results and so on. How to write this type of composition? The following is my account of junior high school. Welcome everyone to learn from it. I hope it helps you.

Junior high school narrative 1 mother is like a candle, burning herself and illuminating others. He raised me with a handful of shit and urine since I was a child. He is ill for us. But he still takes care of us.

I remember that once the sun shone on that wrinkled face. Suddenly, I found some silver threads in my mother's black hair. My mother is old. I can't help but burst into tears, unwilling to accept this reality.

Mother is an ordinary farmer. Although she doesn't know much, she encourages us to study hard.

I remember one time, it was very cold that day, and I was still wearing that old sweater that I had worn for several years. The weather is no longer warm. So I went home and told my mother that my sweater was not warm.

I want to buy a new one, but my mother said not to buy anything. Mom's reply made my heart instantly cold. I made a dash for the door. Run to your room and cry. Thinking, is this my real mother? Other parents are afraid that their children will melt in their mouths and freeze in their hands. I want to buy a new sweater, can I?

In fact, my mother has knitted me a sweater. As soon as he heard that I wanted to buy a new sweater, he knitted it for me day and night. A few days later, my mother brought me the knitted sweater, and I couldn't help crying. Let me see the sweater, and then look at my mother. Mom has dark circles under her eyes.

This sweater is a problem for me. Although I said I wouldn't buy it, I knitted it for me. I am proud to have such a mother. Mom, you are the best mother in the world.

Narration 2 of junior high school I will never forget that in the countryside of Holland, beside the snow-white windmill, my parents took my hand and sat happily on the green grass, singing cheerful pastoral songs. At that time, I met happiness. ...

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"North Korea! How have you been recently? The meal must be eaten on time! It's cold, everyone should get dressed and don't get sick. I wired all the money to your card, remember ... "Mom's voice was still so clear. I responded to her in a cold tone and then hung up when she had nothing to say. I began to sit quietly on the sofa, staring at the white windmill toys in the glass cabinet. It has been eight years since mom and dad divorced. I don't know why two peaceful people signed the divorce papers so silently. Ironically, I am the last person in the world to know about it. Then I walked aimlessly all day in the city where I was born like an unconscious puppet. Later, my father found me beside the garbage dump, and then I began to cry. My mother went to a distant country and called once a month. There is not a word about my father. I didn't know what she was hiding, and I didn't ask. I just quietly listened to her phone call and hung up, and then quietly looked at the white windmill toy that my parents gave me on my tenth birthday. Ten years old, ah ... that year, the day after my birthday, they divorced. ...

Narration 3 in junior high school: neighbors start building houses, and we suffer. ...

In the first half of this year, a landlord who lives opposite us silently announced to us that I would "transport bricks" to build a house. This thing is really "earth-shattering and infuriating" and "everyone knows it, everyone knows it"!

Where should I start? First, introduce our community. In other words, our community belongs to a fake villa area, with inconvenient transportation, ultra-low housing prices and few households. There are "three religions and nine streams" living in it-both senior intellectuals and undisciplined and immoral "rough people" Our neighbor is such a clown, understand? Then, we continue to talk about "building a house"!

To say this "earth-shattering, gas ghosts and gods" has to start from that first day. That day, I was about to go out to the vegetable market, but I didn't expect to be stopped by a group of "migrant workers" A sister of the property and the security guard stood opposite them, blocking their "approach". The sister of the property had a quarrel with a tall middle-aged woman. That lady is our neighbor. Although the number of both sides is equal, it sounds that "Miss" has a great advantage in "export pollution" and scolds the manager and sister of the property. However, why should the property sister block the "proximity" of this "migrant worker"? After listening to a few words of their quarrel, I suddenly understood that this tall "lady" wants to expand her home, but expanding her house will affect the beauty of the whole villa area, which is not allowed. Although our community is small, such influence is not allowed! Seeing them arguing like this, I thought, if I were this "lady", I would have rested long ago. It's all my fault that people are right. Why am I still screaming there? It seems that I am so uneducated, and I am betrayed-a good lady is actually a farmer!

It's not a problem to make such a noise, but the final result is not satisfactory-the "lady" led the "farmer" in, and the sister of the property compromised. This is annoying enough, but more annoying things are yet to come!

One weekend in a few weeks, I finally got a chance to sleep for a while! But just after seven o'clock, I heard "Kuang" displayed outside, followed by "Ding", "Dong" and "Dang", and then there was a loud and ugly discussion ... Oh, my God! Are you going to let people sleep? It's only seven o'clock! I really want to kick those who just leave, or learn from that "miss". I will bark at him and get rid of the Japanese by scolding him! But then again, I have no culture. Are we civilized people worth competing with them? Take a step back and broaden the horizon! We are all neighbors!

After all, we are neighbors, so it is inevitable to meet frequently. But although you still associate with them on the surface and are polite, you always feel that something is missing. Sincerity? Or respect? I think so. After all, they went too far.

One day, I saw a small tree just planted in front of my house, leaning against a heavy and big glass window, which was obviously just unloaded. Anger arose in my heart and I really wanted to smash this glass window! However, I took a look at the "Mrs." family. Forget it. Maybe they didn't mean it. I removed the window bigger than myself with my bare hands.

A few months later, the house was stolen. He was a recidivist and stole it in partnership. Fortunately, no one was hurt. Property security personnel said that people who look like "migrant workers" are free to enter and leave the community because of their neighbors' rudeness and cannot be stopped. Although my face is expressionless, my fist is clenched.

A week later, a car stopped in front of my house, leaving my car with nowhere to park. I learned from other places that it was a neighbor's house. After the house was built, the guests wanted to visit it and stopped at my house. But when I saw that the place where my neighbor could have parked was empty and no one was parking, my neighbor knew that my car had stopped. Why did he park his car here? They really went too far! I smiled angrily and thought, don't blame me for being unjust, hum! Then "swearing": "Who is so wicked to stop in front of my house?" It stopped for half a minute, but no one answered and no one apologized. Angry: "I won't come out again-ah!" " Just when I wanted to stand up directly, I heard my neighbor's flustered voice: "I'm really sorry, I'll move it for you right away!" " "The somebody else didn't stand firm, just smiled obsequiously. I drew back my feet in disgust and thought, hum! Fake. You heard this sentence! " I'll get the car keys. "The neighbor said, and entered the door. After a long silence, I was in a hurry again. I shouted loudly and repeatedly like a repeater: "Come out! Move the car! "It is estimated that she is tired of listening, and it took a long time to come out with a full face of reluctance. ...

"Building a house" is over, but "Neighborhood dispute" is about to be staged. What can we do? Since they are so unreasonable, it is necessary for me to "play rascal". Because, for people like them, I fully understand that if we try to stop them, they will be unreasonable and we will be "hooligans". However, this kind of "playing rogue" will be "justified". Even if he is unreasonable, he can't pick you out.

Narrative 4 of junior high school: Now I am like a small sapling that has just grown a small tree. I just want to follow the path I set for myself a little bit. However, all this is impossible. The wind always interrupts all my plans. Even a big tree will sway in the strong wind, and sometimes it will even be uprooted, not to mention that I am just a small sapling.

There are too many storms to be measured by numbers. It can be a little difficulty or some big setback, but no matter what it is, everything will fade away and time will be smooth. If you worry about it all the time, you are digging your own scar, but you haven't healed it. Maybe you want to remember your previous failures and encourage your future. This is not a bad thing.

There may be many people who, like me, always have a hard time with themselves on one thing. Even if they recover afterwards, they will do it next time. I don't know if it's because the scar healed and the pain was forgotten, but I know it's a problem of poor self-control. Just like a young tree in the wind, it can rest in a nearby tree for a while, but it has decided to do its own thing and finally lost its budding young tree.

I don't know what age I am now, and I don't know what kind of storms I should bear. I have always lived in a comfortable nest, and I am never afraid to go out and cry when I encounter setbacks. A little difficulty can beat me. Such me, a timid heart, will face a brand-new life in a year. I hope I can grow up and know how to face the bleak life.

When the narrative of junior high school has no color, it is dark outside the window. Silently, a flash of lightning with a roar swept up a sudden heavy rain. It is raining harder and harder, and thunder is like a sharp drum, stabbing everyone's heart. Finally, after a flash of lightning, it was dark.

Some people screamed and some people laughed. The smiling person is glad to meet a rare power outage at school. Call people, but because of fear. In the dark, I feel the darkness, embrace the darkness.

In the darkness, lightning, like a sound and magnetism, stirs the sleeping soul. Suddenly, the wind blew the tree and danced wildly. The tree is shaking, helpless eyes are reflected from the rain on the leaves, and it adapts to nature. In the wind and rain, it stood timidly, and its original upright branches were slightly bent. The leaves are swaying, trying to avoid the heavy rain. I feel afraid of trees. Just because the wind is too strong and the rain is too heavy.

Narrative 6 of junior high school I hope that one day I can listen to the language of the sea, feel the pulse of the sea and enjoy the beautiful scenery of the sea. This summer vacation, my wish finally came true. I came to Qingdao Shilaoren Beach for the first time with a tour guide.

At noon 12, the sun is very strong, the temperature is much higher than that in the morning, colorful umbrellas are erected on the beach, and the bathing beach is already crowded. The smell of sea water came to my face, and there was a faint sound of waves in my ear. I felt the smell of the sea and ran to it. Finally, the sea is displayed in front of me! Many people nearby have been playing in the sea. In the distance, several fishing boats with white sails are rippling, and the vast sea is endless. I am so lucky to come to Shilaoren Beach, where I can enjoy the selfless gifts of nature such as sunshine, air, beach and sea breeze, and appreciate the infinite charm of summer seashore!

I clumsily ran to the beach and my sandals were kissed by the sand. "Take off your shoes!" My colleague Luo Jie smiled at me. I threw away my shoes, regardless of the scalding sand that seemed to have been stir-fried in the pot, and rushed to the cool sea water in one go. I ran around in the sea until the sea reached my thigh, and I didn't stop until my skirt couldn't be lifted anymore.

Junior high school narrative 7 Everyone says: Curiosity is the driving force of scientific achievements. For example, Newton discovered gravity because of curiosity, because an apple hit his head; Edison discovered the reflection of light during his mother's operation and curiously invented the light bulb. Watt discovered the steam engine out of curiosity, because he saw the steam of water. Everyone thinks that curiosity can gain more knowledge.

But I don't think so. As the saying goes, "curiosity can kill a cow." I also got into trouble because of a curiosity.

It happened when I was five or six years old. I live in my grandmother's house with a bell hanging on the wall. Every time I see this clock, I have a strong curiosity. Not that they don't have my feet, but how do they walk? Do they hold it in their hands? Yes! It must be so. Next time, we must see how he left. Whenever I think about it, I will walk away triumphantly. But I thought and thought, and I never dared to take the clock down.

On this day, grandpa went out to work. Grandma just went out to buy food, and I secretly enjoyed it. I'll get a knife, a screwdriver and a hammer ... these tools are enough to help me open this clock.

With a screwdriver in my left hand and a hammer in my right hand, I kept saying, "The wall clock monster will be judged by Justice Superman! Why don't you surrender! Hahahaha! " I unscrewed countless screws with a screwdriver, one in the east, one in the west, and several others can't be found. I began to say again: "monster, you are so hard-lipped, you still don't confess." I will make you feel pain today. " I took out a board, connected it with colored lines and said, "Is this the information you provided me?" I pulled again, the pointer stopped and the clock was broken.

"Oh, no! I broke my clock! What shall we do? What shall we do? Yes! Put it back! " I was so worried that I put the parts back one by one. Grandma finally came back, and I was doomed. Grandma scolded me severely.

Later, the clock was repaired and I was scolded. All this is caused by curiosity!

Today, when I came to the little orange lamp class, Teacher Fan played a very interesting game "Heart to Heart".

The rules of this game are: two groups of pk. Except the people in the front row. Everyone else seemed to turn around, and the first student followed the teacher's instructions. In the process of doing the action, you can only do the action, and you can't make a sound. Pass the actions backwards in turn until the last classmate. The students were eager to try, and the classroom exploded instantly. Everyone is waiting for the game to start soon.

The game finally started, and we lined up at lightning speed. I am the fourth. I'm nervous and excited. I really hope it's my turn soon, but time seems to pass slowly, and finally it's my turn, which was passed on to me by the classmates in front. But my second monk was puzzled, so I was forced to make a random phone call. Finally, my classmate was pulled to the podium. Teacher Fan asked him to do the action first, and then asked the students to guess. Some people guessed frogs and some people guessed pigs, which made us laugh.

Through my introduction, do you want to play a game with heart?

Growing up, I always thought dusk was the most beautiful moment of the day. The returning sun left some colorful clouds, which made people feel poetic and sad from time to time.

That night was beautiful, to the extreme, shadowless, yellow to orange, everything was so beautiful, but that day, we separated. I have been used to indifference since I was a child. Naturally, I didn't cry that day, but you cried thinly, which made me very sad. No one knows whether we must be apart. It's not up to you to decide where to go.

I look up at the sky, but the beautiful scenery is the best farewell to leave. I believe, no matter now or in the future, we are all in senior one.

Junior high school narrative 9 put down, pen in hand; Raised his head, looked at the clock on the wall and sighed. Pick up your bag and leave in a hurry. ...

Remember when I recovered from my illness. In the morning, I was awakened by my illness, lying on a white sheet, panting and sweating like rain, and I was soaked through a small area. In the morning, after a simple breakfast, I took a walk in the small yard behind the hospital. Sunlight passes through the leaves, leaving one beautiful light ring after another on the ground. Stroll in this mini "jungle" and enjoy the peace. Climb trees, listen to heavy "songs" and listen to their vicissitudes; Walk into the grass, observe their green limbs and feel endless vitality. Vitality, alas, everything is full of vitality, only me ... at this moment, the disease broke out again and the pain came from my chest. I knew the situation was not good, so I had to turn around and run back to the ward close at hand. ...

At noon, the sun hung high in the air, angrily spitting out rounds of flames, emitting endless heat. In the room, I swallowed my last bite of lunch, ordered a cup of coffee, took a small book, sat on the sofa in front of the hospital, felt the cool breeze brought by the electric fan behind me, and read slowly. In the afternoon, I was immersed in the world of books, lost with Dantè s when he was framed and imprisoned, and escaped from Fort Yves with the priest. He was also shocked by the spirit of revenge and gratitude of the Count of Monte Cristo, and savored life as time went by. Enjoy peace and leisure, enjoy it. ...

In the evening, I sent away my little cousin who brought noise to the ward and my parents and family who brought affection and warmth to the ward. In the ward, it is a pleasant peace. Close your eyes and meditate quietly. Scenes flashed in your mind: My parents were in a daze after I was in a coma; Every night, there is thick soup brought by uncles and aunts; And grandparents' concern and nagging ... the scene flashed by like a movie. Gradually, the eyes became moist, and there were too many scenes of affection. ...

It's late at night and the lights are still on. Sitting on the bedside, tasting tasteless white water, staring at the newly painted wall in a daze, let yourself gallop in thinking and revel in memories. ...

Half a month's time flies, day after day, and so on. But now, it is spent in that hurried shadow, coming and going without a trace. ...

Alas, those carefree days!

When I was very young, I wanted to have a pair of big white wings, so that I could leave my parents' arms and fly to the blue sky and fly happily in the air. I had no idea that the society at that time was so dark that I would lose my wings if I was not careful, and I would never be able to fly in the blue sky carefree!

At school, I hope to have free wings, fly wherever I want, get rid of boring homework and homework, get rid of boring exams and annoying schoolbags, and hope to work at once and get rid of my study career.

At work, I hope to have strong wings to help me push my career to the top step by step, make myself successful, take power, have a house, a car and countless money.

Junior high school narrative 1 1 What is war?

The word war is written as a profession, plus the Gobi desert. The ancients had many explanations for this, and the dictionary explained it as: armed struggle between nations, countries, classes or political groups. I think this explanation in the dictionary is very clear.

But this will make me ask two questions at once ―― Who was the first person to start a war in the world? Why did he start a war? Maybe no one can answer the first question, so please look at the answer to the second question. Personally, I think there are many reasons why they fight for a piece of meat, drink more water, or grab a chicken. But what do the people who started the war think? Because of selfishness, I want to take things for myself. I want to say not only this kind of people, but all of us! But people are greedy and distracted. Who can say that I have no selfish distractions and greed? I'm afraid no one dares to say! It is with these evil thoughts that people wage war. If a country is too greedy, it will try its best to capture and attack cities in other countries. World War I, World War II, Nanjing Massacre, to put it further, Qin Shihuang burned books to bury Confucianism in order to make people ignorant and not overthrow his dynasty. These wars have brought endless suffering to the people.

Junior high school narrative 12 some people say: the feeling of going home is like a wonderful song, which has been echoing in my heart; Some people say: the feeling of going home is like a sweet dream, which takes you soaring in the dream; Some people say: going home is like being in an amusement park, which makes you smile forever.

And I think: the feeling of going home is like the warm sun in spring, which gives you sunshine when you need help.

I still remember being chased by dogs when I was a child until I saw a door with iron bars in front of me. I jumped on it, but the dog couldn't get up, strolled around a few times and ran away. When I ran home in horror, my face was white and expressionless, and my whole body kept shaking. My mother looked at me and asked me what was wrong, so she helped me to bed and let me have a good sleep. I still clearly remember my mother saying, "What's wrong with this child?" Why are you so scared? Forget it, let him have a good sleep and forget it when he wakes up. "

Someone once said: When you are in trouble and need help, home is your best harbor.

I still remember that night I was scared and had a high fever. My mother got up in the middle of the night and covered me with an iced towel. Thanks to her subtle concern, I didn't continue to burn. Later, my mother asked me, "Are you being chased by something?" I replied, "Yes, yes, I was chased by a dog and scared to death. Huh? How did you know I was chased? " "Of course you told me." Mom said, "You said it when you had a fever last night." Oh! It turns out that I dreamed in my dream that the dog was chasing me!

I also think home is the best harbor, but I think the feeling of going home is like the spring sunshine warming you.

Today, I went back to the village to see my grandmother. After lunch, my cousin came to play hide-and-seek with me.

"Rock, scissors, cloth!" Aha! I won. I'll hide first. Where should I hide it? Come and go, suddenly thought: I hide in the bean rack, my cousin can't find me? So, I shrank and got into the bean rack for ninety-nine or one hundred! Doudou, I want to find you! "My cousin found a circle in the yard, two laps, three laps, but I couldn't find me. I saw it in my eyes and was happy in my heart." Doug, come out! I can't find you! "So, I came down from the bean stand, patted the dirt on my body, straightened up and shouted," Here I am! "Cousin said," It's my turn to hide! "

I ran into the charcoal house, counted from one to one hundred and asked, "Are you hiding?" At this moment, a small paper ball flew in from the window, which said, "I'm hiding!" " "I smiled and said," this cousin even wants to take' two treasures of the study' in hide and seek! "I looked for my cousin everywhere in the yard, but I couldn't find her. I was so anxious that my forehead was covered with sweat as big as beans. I had no choice but to shout, "I can't find you ..." Before I finished, I saw the lid of a big vat pushed open in the yard, and my cousin got out of it and said, "I knew you couldn't find me! "I was so angry to chase my cousin. ...

When I entered the house, my father asked in surprise, "Are you two not frozen?" We looked at each other and couldn't help laughing: one person's face turned blue and one person's nose turned red.

I am really happy today!

Narration 14 When I was in junior high school, all the flowers withered, and only the plum blossom was full of vitality. Facing the snowflakes flying all over the sky, standing proudly in the cold wind. In the middle of winter, the ground is frozen, the weather is cold, and the plum blossoms in the snow are so beautiful. Stock trading is fragrant and refreshing.

White flowers are red, and the petals are smooth and transparent, carved like platinum or jasper, which is a little pure and clean. Some are as red as sunrise, some are as white as snow, and some are as green as jasper. Plum blossoms bloom sooner or later. On the same plum tree, you can see various forms of flowering. Some are ashamed to let go, and the buds are fresh and lovely; Some just opened flowers, and a few little bees got in and sucked the sweet pollen; Some are open for a long time, and the pink petals are lovable; The plum blossoms that used to bloom are now withered. You don't have to worry about the petals breaking. Plum blossoms are not delicate flowers. The colder the weather, the more snow, the more vitality and delicacy it will bloom. There is a saying in the ancients: "The sword front comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold." It is not the warm spring breeze that blows it, but the cold wind; It is not the cool and sweet rain that moistens it, but the cold ice and snow; What shines on it is not brilliant sunshine, but a trace of setting sun in the cold. Only a challenging life is a good life. It was a proud fragrance in the cold, and she smiled more brightly in the face of fluttering snowflakes.

Plum blossoms never compete with flowers for beautiful spring, nor do they show off their beauty. They have a pair of pride and are never arrogant. Every winter morning, a charming and elegant fragrance wafts from the window.

Junior high school narrative 15 I'm looking forward to seeing flowers bloom and fall, and looking forward to the happiness in the whole process of sunrise and sunset.

Almost everyone's answers to major events are surprisingly similar, which makes me even more confused. My answers are different, special and different. Perhaps I accepted the theory of obeying the majority when I was young, which made me willing to bow my head in silence for my eldest brother. I suffered the pain of pursuing my goal alone. I accepted it without complaint, and I endured it without resistance. Since the reality is so sad, what can I regret?

Blue is the color of the sky, and red is the symbol of fire. I don't imitate the blue of the sky like the sea, nor do I imitate the red of the fire like the sunset glow. I am me!

I am who I am. I don't want to hide my advantages or cover up my shortcomings. I love talking and singing, and I can't sing well, but I always have a chance to show myself and let others know my true colors and shortcomings. I don't hide them, but I prefer my relatives and friends to criticize me rudely, so there is no need to doubt me.

I am the truest color in my life. Life is like a blank sheet of paper. Every time I finish painting a paragraph, I have to color it with the right color. Everyone's experience is different. I want to go my own way, learn my own knowledge and do my own work. I don't want other people's afterlife, and I can't eat steamed buns that others have eaten. I want to create my own world. Because I am who I am, and the world needs me.

A philosopher said, "There is a distance between life and death, which is called life. How to keep a good distance is called life. " We are practicing the so-called life formula in a hurry every day, wandering and trudging between life and death every day, but we ask ourselves, are we really experiencing the beating of life with our hearts all the time?

Growing up during the day, I gradually understood the difference between life and living. I have witnessed many injustices in the world, experienced all kinds of ups and downs in the world of mortals, how much confusion there is, and how many pursuits there are, such as learning difficulties. You are not convinced when others are in front of you.

On the road of life, there are setbacks, bumps, failures and falls. How irresponsible we are to ourselves if we give up casually.

At every low tide of life, at every dangerous beach on the way, never lose heart, never be disappointed and pessimistic. If you listen carefully, there is always a voice: work hard and strive for strength.

Baby Tang's flowers are beautiful, but there are many evils hidden under the beautiful appearance. Everything comes from the failure of this mid-term exam. Winning or losing is a common occurrence in military strategists, but I am too strong to bear it.

Speaking of which, although I failed earlier, I thought of surpassing myself. When the dream is shattered by the ruthless reality, when the tears that are not understood and wronged fill my cheeks, when I fall down and get up on the way forward, when I am at a loss, when I am laughed at by others because of my youthful impulsiveness ... At this time, it seems that there is always a voice saying to me, stand up, believe in yourself and surpass yourself, and you will eventually succeed!