In the weekday study, work and life, we have written essays, surely familiar with all kinds of essays, through the essay can be those scattered thoughts of ours, gathered together in one piece. In order to make it easier and more convenient for you to write essays, the following is a narrative senior essay I have organized for you, I hope it will help you.
Narrative freshman essay 1The greatest joy in the art class is the "joy of the profession", our profession is full of color, full of vitality. Although there is pressure to study in the higher education class, the joy of the professional class removes my worries.
In the art class, we can concentrate on painting, in the dance class, we jump happily, and in the piano class, we can play our hands flexibly and freely, and play the beautiful notes, which is happiness and this is the joy.
The fun of the professional class for us to remove my worries, the professional class gives us hope, ignited the dream in our hearts, so that we ride the dream in the sky of art to fly freely.
Although my professional classes are a bit of a struggle, I'm still very happy because I have a few kind teachers to help me, and my professional classes have gone up a level with the help of my teachers. Take art teacher Mr. Wang as an example, he is a very strict teacher, it is difficult to see his smile in the classroom, we are afraid to call him "Iron Face", painting is not allowed to make mistakes, but after class he will smile, talk with us, we often say that he is just like the face of the opera, which shows the style of the strict teachers out of the high students. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
This semester, the two new courses I also like, "graphic design class" let us broaden our horizons, so that we understand that art is not only in the painting, but also in people's daily lives and future work in the post. The mental health class gave me a better idea of my career path, because I enrolled in this program in order to be able to work as a teacher, and in the future, I can teach and educate people to train the next generation of our country.
We feel happy in our profession, because our profession has brought us confidence and sunshine. I remember that we have a striking slogan in our physical classroom: "Dance to the beat of youth, dance to the power of youth."
We have a beautiful year, we should go to fight, to learn, in the professional to enjoy the joy of life, in the professional to enjoy the joy of learning.
Narrative senior essay 2No wonder everyone says that the first love is the most unforgettable, the most engraved.
It has been more than two years since we separated.
Walking again to that once familiar place, once wandering place, still can not help but have a kind of strange excitement in the heart, there is a kind of hard to restrain the joy. But it's not a good idea to be so sure about what you're doing.
I think we used to walk in the place that must be passed every day, and occasionally met, but did not dare to talk. The reason for this is the fact that they have a face, and they are all reserved. Then twisted half a day, but also secretly with the afterglow to glance at him, just to be able to look at him, and even unwilling to several hundred meters to follow, go to the same place to eat, in close proximity to his place to talk and laugh. There was never any ulterior motive, just to be able to look at him one more time.
At that time, it felt that every part of the campus was very beautiful. All are full of spring happy love atmosphere. Willow branches brushing, warm wind whispering, blowing through the gusts of flowers, more like lovers soulful hair scent. Then can be in a corner of the campus or an inconspicuous occasion a lift of the eyes without thinking to see him, but also sometimes in the vast crowd a glance can be fixed on his figure. It's just so magical that you can see it at a glance.
If he saw, the line of sight accidentally collided, will cause two people blush. The sentiment in between, and only two people can understand.
Like the way he walks, feel cool. Like his melancholy eyes, that kind of mature feeling. Like him to walk a long way back, and then the line of sight can be fixed on me, even if it is not on me, even if it is just a place in the direction of me, but also so happy, so excited. Thinking about it now, I really can't figure out what I was thinking at that time, why I was obsessed to that extent. But nowadays, for another person, and how is not soulful.
The previous feelings, childish, naive and innocent. In the past, only like or not like, like can, do not have to play any trick.
That time, really no longer this time.
Narrative high school essay 3
Newly applied for qq, no longer add any friends.
Looking at the entire list of only one person's name, very comforting. In the future, just publish all your inner thoughts on this number, only you can see it.
The previous number lost the password for the private log, so I can't use the private log. I often like to post a log and then set it to be visible only to myself.
Now it's fine.
It's just a world of its own.
The sun is shining warmly through the window, and thankfully, it's already clearing up. It poured last night, and I hid in the comfort of my house reading a novel, listening to the rumblings of thunder at times, and enjoying the comfort of my house sheltered from the elements.
It's almost fall, and it's so cold.
I like to take a small bench and sit under the eaves at dusk, especially since it was raining yesterday, and take a book, Martin Eden, which I recently read, and sit there with my legs crossed. There was a light breeze and a slight chill, just enough to add an extra thin jacket. There is always something magical about watching the raindrops hit the ground and blister, causing ripples.
Can't help but smile.
I don't know when I started to like rainy days. I always walk with my friends hand in hand on the way to the cafeteria, if the branches of the trees gently swaying, raindrops falling, I can not help but say, so romantic ah. My friend beside me will feign disgust and look at me carnally, and then we look at each other with a cheeky grin.
When did you start to like it? Maybe it started when that boy, Li Pingyang, lent me an umbrella for the first time? Maybe a little later, it was the moment when I **** the umbrella with Peng? Maybe ...... there's more?
When it rains, many plans to go out are disrupted. And I am naturally inclined to stay at home and not go out. Much prefer to enjoy the rain when I'm in the mood.
Narrative Senior Composition 4At what time, I remembered myself and no longer dare to forget myself. Because of the understanding of love yourself. When I fell in love with words, there is a way to vent, no longer with tears to clean their pain, hiding in the corner of no light refraction secretly sad. The darkness accommodates my capriciousness, only it understands my suffering. And those of my relatives and friends around me as if the day does not understand the black of the night, that my rebellion to destroy my life, you have never heart to understand me, sincere communication with me. Don't use time as an excuse to move on to become a generation gap between us, very unwise idea.
When I was a child, will not establish friendship, always exclude me, I learned to be weak, like a porcelain doll, careless will be in pieces. Fear of the sun shoots me, language stimulate me, big trees laugh at me, eyes collide with me, afraid of all, I am a coward. And now the friendships are all over the world, but I'm left all alone. How many friends hand in hand *** in and out of the bumps in the road? Desperately trying to maintain hard-won relationships? Heh ... there will always be a few stirring up trouble.
Time is long, the consciousness is growing, and slowly learned to be strong. I understand that there is a strong force to be given to me. I am no longer sad, bullied, mocked, alternative eyes. I can also hold my head high, sight straight at each other, cold wording so that others can not be defended. In this way, perhaps I can be happy, perhaps more sad.
Children who like words have never been happy, children who like music have always been lonely. The words recorded are red blood, the music spins a light green mood.
From childhood to adulthood, I have not really happy, trials and tribulations to fill the vacant young, grown up, loneliness to fill the vacant cold soul. In the dead of night, leaning on the windowsill, sip of red wine, and the wind fluttered my hair, thoughts attacked the night, filling my emotions, the distant piping sound intermittently into my heart.
Revel in the red dust and not give up, since the heroes and beauties.
Narrative Senior Essay 5Today the wind and sunshine, after breakfast we discussed where to play, my sister said: "Let's go to the supermarket". I agree, mom said: "be careful on the road, safety first". We said: "I know, don't worry". We headed downstairs. I thought: Auntie is not also okay, call her to go together. So I called my aunt: "Auntie, you and we go to the supermarket, right? Auntie said: "To buy what?" I said, "To buy plastic wrap and plastic bags." Auntie agreed and we set off.
We talked and laughed on the way to the supermarket, and soon arrived at the supermarket. We entered the supermarket directly to the counter to sell plastic bags and cling film, I looked at the two prices, there are special prices, there is the original price. I did a comparison in my mind, the original price is more expensive than the special price of several dollars. So I said to my aunt and sister, "Let's buy the special price, right? We can save a few dollars that way." They agreed with me, so I took three of each, and my sister said, "That's too much." I said, "It's okay it won't go bad, it's still on special." We proceeded to turn around for a while and walked over to the milk section. I saw my favorite, Big Fruit Yogurt, and let my aunt and uncle buy a few cups. We came to the place that sold towels and bath towels, and I took a look at the shelves full of towels. Various kinds of colorful towels, so that my eyes are looking at the flowers, then I found a red card on the shelf above a few big words - "special price" 9.9 yuan. What is the towel special price but also 9.9 yuan, I casually take down a pink one to see, oh! It turned out to be a bath towel, I'm not just wanting a bath towel, buy one! We went to the fruit section and bought dragon fruits and apples. Auntie asked me and my sister if we wanted anything else, and we replied no. Auntie you need to buy what not to buy, we asked, aunt replied: nothing to buy, let's go home. I'm happy to take my "bumper crop" to the cashier to check out.
On the way home, my aunt asked me: "Happy today? I looked at my "bumper crop" and said happily, "I'm very happy today, we are full."
Narrative essay 6I love you, but you don't say it well.
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If the mother's love is a passionate burning fire, then the father's love is a sweet spring water, there is no jubilation, no passion.
What is love? I don't really know. My father, an uneducated farmer, is not tall, never say "I love you" three words. When I was young, I thought that other people's dads were very good, but only my dad was not good. Every time I went to school, my father came to pick up and drop off other children, but I never did, and my father led other children to go out to play on vacation, but I never did. When I was young, I didn't know anything but that it was good to be with you and have sweet words every day. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
After growing up, I slowly began to understand what love is, it does not need to use words to express, but with the heart can be experienced.
I remember when I was in junior high school, my father sent me, he got up very early in the morning, and then in the yard has been smoking, and then on the way to send me is not a word. Because too many people in front of the school, he parked the car in a faraway place, carrying the luggage to me into the school, he walked in front of me in the back followed closely, a ray of sunshine in the morning to him, I saw his short body, a trace of gray hair on the head, the heart produces a kind of inexplicable feeling. When he brought me my luggage to the dormitory, arranged for me, and left. I have been looking at him from the window slowly away, the heart of the kind of reluctance to the end into the tears that have not been wiped.
Until once and mom talked to realize that my father he has been silently concerned about me, but he never said, but in his way love me.
This love is from the heart deep out.
Today is Father's Day, I wish my dad a happy and healthy Father's Day! Thank you for being you!
Narrative essay 7I am a traveler, always imagining that one day I will be able to circumnavigate the whole world, understand the customs of the world, and appreciate the world. But there is one place that I am y enamored with, and promised myself that, in the future, I must go to this place.
This place is Japan, a beautiful and mysterious country.
In the junior high school geography book, the first time to recognize Japan, think it is so beautiful and beautiful. When I got home, I immediately went to look for information about Japan and slowly got to know Japan, even learning Taekwondo for a momentary interest, and learning the pronunciation of the Japanese language.
I love Japan and I love the country where it snows with cherry blossoms. At the beginning of spring, the whole street is full of beautiful cherry blossoms, and when the wind blows, the whole city is like being surrounded by cherry blossoms, and it is snowing with cherry blossoms. The pink cherry blossoms are like the pink moonflower, which floats around carefree, and it is also like the beautiful butterfly, which is flying among the blossoms for a while, and dancing on the rooftop for a while.
I like Japan, like the country like a mystery. In the historical record, the rapid development of Japan can not be underestimated, from a poor small country into a developed country. Whether it is fighting a war or encountering earthquakes and tsunamis, their strength and endurance is worth learning. This is one of the reasons why I want to know more about Japan. I am eager to know what makes them so resilient and strong in this country.
I love Japan, and I love that little famous Japanese food. For example, sushi, gazpacho, sashimi ...... There are also so many chefs in China who want to develop the flavors of Japanese cuisine, but also to no avail, and can only be developed by going to really understand Japan.
I like Japan, like the fluttering cherry blossoms, like that year-round like icebergs like Mount Fuji, like that Japanese customs, but also like the city like a mystery. And at this moment, I am working hard for this dream of my own, I believe that the day I succeed is when I go to Japan.
Narrative Senior Composition 8I am a tiny happy snail, bathing in the sunshine and baptized in the rain every day. If I'm thirsty I drink a little rain dew if I'm hungry I eat a green leaf if I'm tired I hide in my shell, this is my comfortable life. Maybe it is the comfortable life can not experience the excitement of life, so I decided to go out and have a big trip.
I know that the road to travel is long, it may be ten days, it may be a few months, or even I may fall in the middle of the road, but I think the thing is not easy to change, because I like to take risks and like to go out and explore. So I decided to go on this trip. Accompanying me on the trip was my shell and my only home. This is very useful, it can shelter me from the wind and rain, but also allows my tired body to have a home.
Early in the morning when a meter of sunlight poured over me, I set off. Along the way I feel the air is particularly fresh, the sun shines on the leaves of the trees to send out a dazzling light seems particularly blinding. The breeze was even more refreshing. I crawled slowly, but I do not seem to feel half tired, probably because of the good scenery and good mood along the way! I didn't realize that it was getting dark, so I stopped moving forward. I ate a few green leaves and drank a little dew so I slept beautifully. The golden crow sinks in the west and the red rabbit rises in the east, I don't know how long it took me to finally open my eyes. Wow! I was mesmerized by the beauty in front of me. Only see the white clean night sky hanging a round moon, countless winking eyes 'stars, the grass and countless fireflies flying each other. I lie on the green grass blowing the cool wind completely intoxicated.
A new day has begun, and a new journey has begun for me. I was still crawling slowly, but I would not let that stop me from moving forward. Under the scorching sun, I'm crawling; stormy I'm crawling; the road is rugged, I'm crawling. Just for the sake of a decision in the heart just to seek a stimulus, how many days and nights how many winds and rains I have not given up. I firmly believe that one day I will reach the destination I want to go.
Friends! Do not be afraid to cower, even if you "climb how slow" but always climb away, do not be afraid of the road ahead. Look up and see the front, the road sunset is red!
Narrative essay 9"We promised not to separate, to be together all the time, even with the enemy of time, even with the world away." This is the promise we had made, and now it seems to be an empty one.
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I never believed that ignorant love would last longer than friendship, so I chose to rely on friendship. Stepping into this unfamiliar environment, I'm afraid only I understand, the heart of that confusion and timidity. Feigning calmness and indifference, but only to cover up their own trepidation. I've been alone in this big campus, and I've been alone in picking lamps at night, not to say that I fell in love with this loneliness, but just because of the delayed integration of this strange.
Finally familiar, finally said goodbye to the lonely, should be grateful to them, but also should be grateful to meet. Gradually, the words of the pen are not as sad as before, began to have a happy color. In front of them, I am the one who has been quietly hiding himself since junior high school, and at this moment, he is finally back!
Together to explore the life, together to prepare for the exam, but also y in love with the pranks ...... everything, I'm afraid that my entire high school era is the most beautiful memories of it! Because of them, so that I love the boy can not let go for a long time; because of them, so that my heart love and friendship of the balance again tilt; also because of them, let me see the different from the past days of their own.
From the college entrance examination there are 450 days, we have been dispersed, it is the regret, it is the pity, just, it should also fight, after all, who has who's road, who has who's dream, has also been sad about this, think carefully, but it is also not necessary. If there is fate, you can meet again later.
Dear girls, boys, we have had a wonderful memory, I wish to keep forever. I only wish, 450 days later, we can all be happy to say goodbye to this school we stayed for 3 years, hated the teachers for 3 years, and got along with the classmates for 3 years.
I y love you, may we reunite after the entrance exam and renew the myth of "always together"!
Narrative essay 10Smile is the fulcrum, ability is the lever, with these two can support the whole earth. --Title
Smile like a piece of rain, moisturized in the heat of the people undergoing; smile like a spring breeze, blowing green your heart and mine; smile is also like a budding flower, giving people beautiful and spectacular. Life needs a smile, but also needs a real smile, a smile is the bonding agent between people's emotions, to promote you and me closer.
Known as Japan's "God of sales" of the original one flat, is known for his amiable smile, although the appearance of flat, not high, but he did not give up work, he smiled every day to face life, and continue to work hard, and ultimately have a great deal of achievement, his smile is also called the "most confident smile", "the most confident smile". His smile is also called "the most confident smile", which shows that the smile for our own image, how important social relations. Smile can make up for our shortcomings, give us courage and motivation. Wilcox once said, "When life is as light and smooth as a song, it is easy to smile; and everything is not good when you can still smile, to live a worthwhile". That's a good point. Indeed, it's easy to smile, but to be able to smile in the midst of adversity is one of your great strengths.
Once in the street, coincidentally bumped into a grubby beggar uncle, however, next to the people did not avoid it and far away, I feel very strange, a dirty beggar, it is not suspicious, this is how it is possible, I carefully look to the uncle, I can not imagine that he smiled at me, that smile is very sincere, to bring a sense of authenticity, I understand the reason for a moment, although the uncle is a beggar, but he is not inferior. Not because of low self-esteem, still smile in the face of everyone, smile in the face of life, this sense of self-confidence, really shocked my mind. For a long time, I will also its a smile. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
Smile is an attitude, maybe we can not always keep that smile, but at least in others in adversity when you can give a smile to help others. I also hope that I can be more through their smile attitude, to help some people.
Did you smile today?
Narrative Senior Composition 11Li sitting in class reading a book, Li's math is very bad, Li want to take a good look at math. The table is not there, the body committee do not know when to sit over, the body committee and the back table chat, did not say a few words, the body committee turned around "Li, what are you doing, reading ah," the body committee looked at Li said.
Although Li does not like the body committee, but a boy so close to their own, Li some shy, face unconsciously some red. She said, "Well, I'm reading," as she flipped through her book, not daring to look at the guy for fear that she would see her face redden.
Li thought that the committee would leave, the committee sat on the side "Li, you learn so well, you teach me, I do not know." The sports committee kept on talking, Li noticed that the sports committee is actually quite handsome, smile is very nice, wearing a white shirt, Li think that boys wearing white shirts are very clean, very sunny. He was also very tall. Li felt that she was guilty of nymphomania.
The physical commissioner left only after the table came back. Do not know what the body committee in the end means, Li decided to talk to the body committee after class.
Narrative essay 12Life is like a dream, also real and unreal, may you have everything today, from tomorrow onwards permanently become a blank; may you have nothing, the next moment but the family fortune ......
Different people, the dream is also different, it is the so-called: the road is different, not to each other for the purpose of planning. Some people in distress, in the dream to get not have everything, but when he woke up, will not go back to stay, because it is just a dream, can not change the reality. But this reinforces the belief in seeking wealth. There are people, ten thousand family wealth, in the dream lost his company, real estate, status, honor ...... he was awakened, he is more committed to work because of the dream ......
Dreams, in short, he is responsible for your life of a bronze mirror, so that you reflect on The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your own personal life.
Some people are extremely pursuing wealth and status in their lives, from the time he was born, is the beginning of this dream, when he was in his old age, he could not give up everything he had. When he wakes up, he is left with nothing, just as he was at the beginning of the dream. Such a man's life is worthless, and his efforts and hardships are rendered worthless by what he has gained. No one will celebrate his existence or grieve at his disappearance.
It is not worthwhile to dream such dreams!
Some people work hard all their lives for those they love and care about, wanting to use all their strength to help and protect them. Such a person, his dream is like a mist, can not see the beginning or the result. It is the moment of the end of his life when he has a touch of frustration and a touch of relief because he has been working hard for the realization of this dream, yet he can no longer protect and care for those who are very important to him. All their lives, they've been living for the existence of others and doing nothing for themselves.
It is unreal to dream such a dream!
Only if you work hard, see the results, and it is worthwhile and contributes to this society, such a dream is the most beautiful and unforgettable!
The dream, it is also true and fantasy, you will be more wonderful because of it, and it will become more gorgeous because of you!
This is the dream!
Narrative essay 13
People are always like this, like to eat the bowl and look at the pot. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. It's as if you've got a chicken in your hand and you've found a rabbit not far away. So it would be better to leave the chicken behind and go after the rabbit in the distance. But the final result is often you chicken also let go, the rabbit also did not catch.
A lot of people are stuck in the past and can't get out of it, and some people are looking forward to the future, but very few people choose to live in the present. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. We are always anxious about tomorrow, for the future, for the future, planning for the future. In fact, life is so long and so short, who does not know what tomorrow is like.
Just like myself, I have been living today thinking about tomorrow. I've been living today thinking about tomorrow, and then I've started to dwell on the future. So I live not happy at all, although nothing is one of the world's millions of idle people, but I still feel very tired, physically and mentally exhausted. My spirit of doing nothing is not as good as that of a person who returns home after a day's work. Because my spirit is jumping out of the mind is restless just meditating but do not know what tomorrow is like, where the future will be spent. I thought I was working hard, harder than anyone. And yet I remained nowhere wandering in place waiting and restless. Very agonizing. There is a saying: you just seem to work hard and dream so unrealistically.
Later, I finally found the reason. Because I have not been able to learn to grasp the time to cherish the moment to focus on the near future. Today, something out, walked to the bus stop sign, heard two old people in the discussion about the present tomorrow and the view of the future. They said, people are always like this, today is not yet finished think about tomorrow, tomorrow has not yet begun to plan the day after tomorrow. Plan to plan to later enough time to realize one by one to say that people may have been ancient, so people's regrets lie in too much desire, too little time.
In fact, life is a lifetime. How to live how to live, cherish the scenery in front of you to grasp the present life is the best arrangement for yourself and the most practical have. Always think of the future and look forward to the future, always paved the way so long, but how do you know which one of tomorrow and the accident came first?
So, cherish the moment. Let every moment blossom into the most beautiful flower.
Narrative essay 14The school year is about to begin. Half elated, half regretful.
This evening at more than six o'clock, my classmates called to ask me to go to the square to play. In fact, when I saw the missed call, my mood is particularly excited, as if the chest is loaded with a happy puppy. Because this call was the only one from a classmate since summer vacation. I received two phone calls in the summer vacation, one was this one, the other was from the courier.
I bought something online that day, I was ready to wait for the goods to arrive I can go with my classmates to pick up, so that in the case of mom and dad do not know the situation of God unknowingly got his hands on it, how to make mom and dad proud ah! But the day the courier called was exactly at noon, and my dad was sitting in the living room staring at me on the phone. At that time, don't mention how awkward I was, as if I was peeping into the privacy of the unnatural feeling.
In fact, I just bought a pair of jeans online!
In fact, classmates do not know, she asked me to go to the square to play today, I have been yesterday. I've been there since yesterday. It was hazy and dark at the time, and there was a kind of haunted atmosphere. Coupled with the summer vacation these two months I day and night not away from the phone computer TV, myopia increased dramatically, where to see the sky to see the trees are blurred, not to mention the silhouette. I wandered there alone like a lonely ghost, as if it was superfluous to go anywhere. I don't know when I came out of this square, or when this square came out of my heart.
It is so strange.
Only a trace of dark night.
In fact, I think the night is very beautiful, if not so pale, it would be better.
I cried out in my heart, but could not sense the existence of this square.
I think before I grow old, I have to learn to whistle with my mouth anyway. Otherwise, those boys can whistle loudly when they see pretty girls, why can't girls whistle when they see pretty boys? Even if it's not loud!
Narrative essay 15In the afternoon, the sunlight is like a happy little elf leaping unrestrainedly on the paper, transmitting a little light. The withered leaves are not fast and slow to drift down from the trees; cocooned butterflies are the incarnation of the legendary Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, both chasing,
Thoughts can not stop the footsteps of time, with the aroma of tea wandering in the sky above.
Like to smile at the flowers, dazed at the sky, thinking about why the sky did not leave traces of the birds flew by.
We always think that the blue sky is our shuttlecock's "playground", crazy, crazy.
Put on the uniform, and act like a "soldier".
In the classroom, and friends for a difficult problem to fight red, each other refused to give up; always want to listen to friends Romance, for her advice; in the study of each other to cheer, encouragement; from time to time to quarrel, but within a few days and good.
Memories of junior high school unforgettable and some moving. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see the results of my own exams. The sun is still not tired of jumping, holding the hands of the "Reader", only to find that the tears have fallen on the paper, wet, and dry, leaving just a striking tear.
I'm so glad I'm still a childish high school student, and I'm still touched. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
But, the first year of high school, no longer have the leisure to look for the traces of birds, only hope that they do not leave a mark of regret. Watching students each you catch up with me, in order not to lag behind. They are like a mentally focused warrior, lost themselves. No longer naive.
In order not to lag behind others, stay up until sleepless and suffer dad's training.
For a test score, damage hundreds of thousands of cells.
Remind yourself that you can't fall.
To blossom, flowers need to draw rich nutrients; to mature, fruits need to go through the wind and rain; to realize the dream, you need to struggle.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first year of high school, struggle! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The fragrance of tea floats overhead, and the fallen leaves remain.