Senior one narrative composition 800 words 1.
Small bridges and flowing water, birds and flowers, graceful willows and shallow fish and water. This clever picture has long been frozen into an out-of-print soft text in my heart. But it seems that this long-term lingering has killed the initial heart and turned into a lonely background. My heart is restless.
Once, driving with my father on a business trip, I passed the Great Wall where sand and stones were flying: I saw a large area of Populus euphratica standing proudly in the endless drought and poverty. The huge canopy is like an umbrella in the sky, and the thick green and endless gold behind it constitute a desolate and magnificent picture of life. Populus euphratica stood upright in the raging wind, as if to challenge the howling wind. The calm and awe-inspiring gesture declares a kind of unyielding stubbornness and strength, and the heroic quality of arrogance. Populus euphratica has built a wall of hope. They resist the cold wind, meet the challenges, send away loneliness, and strive for survival with perseverance in a harsh environment. This is the symphony of life and nature, and it is a magnificent thing that stands out from the crowd. According to my father, the root of Populus euphratica is deeply rooted, and it can stretch on the Wan Li underground until it finds water to nourish life. I watched in awe the hero Populus euphratica who lived for a thousand years, died for a thousand years and fell for a thousand years. My heart was baptized in a sacred and solemn way. In an instant, I suddenly understood what is the persistence of life and what is the high spirit of life.
-The desert is lonely, windy and frosty, and the snow covers his expectation of returning to his hometown. The desolate Lake Baikal is not the enchanting scenery of nature, but Su Wu, which is "thirsty for snow, hungry blanket and herding sheep in the North Sea". The Huns repeatedly advised him to surrender, but he still "cared about the Han society." With the sadness of "a strong man will never return", he went to echo each other in the vast snowfield, and sublimated the integrity of "lonely smoke in the desert does not disgrace his mission, and Qin Guan Ming Yue keeps his ambition" into an eternal surprise; Holding the belief that "life is a big fellow, death is a big fellow", he gradually drifted away in the vast desert, and fixed the figure of "looking at Jianghan from afar and looking up at the clouds" as a desolate sad song. Perseverance is Su Wu's firm attitude of "letting the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, and losing nothing at all", which means Populus euphratica will never give up in life.
-"Wei Wu wields a whip, Jieshi stays in the East". A generation of lean Cao Cao defeated Yuan Shao in the battle of Guandu. Expedition to Wuhuan, defeat Khan. Climbing Jieshi, he wrote a poem on the horizon: "An old horse crouches in the tiger, aiming for a thousand miles. In the year of martyrs, go forward bravely. " From a civilian to a military hegemon, from the battle of Guandu to relying on the emperor to make the princes, he dominated the country and always worked hard to realize his great ambitions. High spirits are Cao Cao, know life and Shang Yong, as well as Populus euphratica's unremitting pursuit of water resources.
The strong wind outside the Great Wall is mixed with the sound of nature. I silently looked at Populus euphratica in various ways, as if I saw Wen Tianxiang who was "benevolent", looking forward to the land trip of "northern expedition to the Central Plains" and saw Tan Sitong who was "bleeding for political reform" ...
On the journey of life, we are chasing and whistling. Some people rush to happiness or pain with great vigour, and some people walk to the sunset in the distant mountains alone. This journey is destiny takes a hand, there is no turning back. Since we can't choose life, why not change it? When the sun shines to remind dawn to wake up, we will start a new journey. Don't be left behind by others, speed up the pace; Don't wander alone in the same place, desperate to cross all setbacks and sufferings; Don't let life come to an abrupt end with too many regrets, and move forward without hesitation.
Embrace persistence, embrace high spirits, break the fetters and let life fly!
800-word narrative composition in senior one.
Wild chrysanthemum is a kind of burning life, always holding high the banner and blooming tenaciously in the barren hills.
Chrysanthemum indicum is small and even a little skinny, but its thin body contains a noble soul and sense of life. They always choose to show themselves when the trees are bleak. This kind of power goes on silently, regardless of the wind and rain, I bloom and fall.
Wild chrysanthemums are magnanimous, magnanimous without a trace of decoration. Grow up silently, open silently, and work hard all your life to return the fragrance to Mother Earth. Withered, and finally turned into dust and mud, reliving the brilliant dream under the spring breeze, and never caring about the blooming of life again, which is a catastrophe and a sacrifice. Wild chrysanthemums are extremely hardy and never picky about the environment. Just give it a place and it will bloom brilliantly.
The nature of wild chrysanthemum is very suitable for the personality of my villagers. They were born in poverty, grew up in sweat, and then died in exhaustion and loneliness. They have worked hard all their lives, without noise, complaint or regret, but only dedication. ...
Life is like a chrysanthemum, or a brilliant life or a lonely life, in fact, it is a kind of blooming. The ancients chanted chrysanthemums, which was flattering, but inevitably they all sang chrysanthemums. In fact, both wild chrysanthemums and domestic chrysanthemums are in full bloom in the clear autumn, showing their lives. The only difference is that one is showing off in the temple and the other is lonely in the wilderness. Their life meanings are the same, but they have completely different endings. Is this the quality of varieties or strength? I don't know why the world always pays attention to orthodoxy and frankness when discussing things. What is different in the wild is life. It's different. Brilliant and beautiful? Different, stretching gracefully? In my opinion, orthodoxy is not necessarily magnificent, nor is it necessarily jealous of the public, nor is it necessarily striving for credit, which makes a clear world of Langlang Gankun a mess and makes trouble. This kind of life makes people worry and tremble.
There is no distinction between high and low in the world. Every life course has its own glory and sadness. The meaning of life lies only in whether to cherish and give, not in whether the land under your feet is barren or whether you are humble.
I really hope that my life is like a wild chrysanthemum, which blooms silently and dies quietly. Even if I am lonely, I am honest and fragrant.
800-word narrative composition expressing ambition in senior three.
Dandelion is a very common existence in the world. I saw its different beauty, and I praised it.
Walking on the mountain road, you will see a blue and white oil painting. Blue is the sky, boundless, the atmosphere around the earth. The blue ones are mountains and grass. The mountains are rolling and the weeds are flourishing. The wind blows from a distance, the leaves rustle, as if humming moving music in a low voice. The grass is unwilling to be satisfied with people and dances against the wind, which is beautiful. Everything is moving, like green waves, ups and downs. At this time, you can only sigh, the harmony of nature, the unity of nature. You will feel suddenly enlightened, and the breath of silence that you have been holding for a long time finally comes out. The feeling that pops up in my mind may be "fresh" or "comfortable". In short, that's the case. Suddenly, you feel monotonous, bored and tired. Yes, the sky is green. You can see it at once. What is there to look forward to? Moreover, no matter how beautiful things are, they will also produce aesthetic fatigue after a long time.
You keep going and look around in all kinds of boring ways. You see a piece of weeds with white balls in front of you, maybe a few pieces, standing quietly, like a yellow-haired child, innocent and lovely. Your disgusting mood immediately swept away, smiling at that lovely thing.
That's dandelion, a kind of weeds that can be seen everywhere in the wild, but it is a very beautiful plant.
Dandelion leaves grow alternately, lush and covered with soil, and its roots can't be seen. It just doesn't let go of any place where it can grow. Its stem is directly above the leaves. There are no leaves on the stalks, and the stalks are clean and tidy. White fluff grows neatly at the top of the stalk, like a ball, furry and lovely. The breeze blows gently, and the umbrella-shaped fluff leaves the top one after another, letting the wind take it anywhere. It doesn't care, it won't miss any opportunity to grow. Even in uninhabited fields, it still grows actively without careful care. As long as it can add a touch of green and vitality to the boundless land.
This is dandelion, a weed that can be seen everywhere in the wild, but it is by no means an unsightly plant.
It does not have the stalwart of trees, nor is it a great husband in plants; It also has no fragrance of flowers, and it is not a good woman in plants. But it is hardworking, carefree and dedicated. Don't you think of teachers who teach in poor mountainous areas if you can't see them in the wild? They gave up the opportunity to enjoy themselves and went to a hard place. Do they care where they work? No, they don't care. They just hope that children in mountainous areas can get education and acquire knowledge, thus changing their destiny.
Dandelion is not unattractive. It is as beautiful as a selfless teacher. I admire it!
800-word narrative composition expressing ambition in senior four and senior one.
I think grass is common, but it is lovely. I like this common grass!
The east wind is blowing, and the footsteps of spring are approaching. Our grass, in this season of recovery of all things, sticks its head out of the soil, tries hard to warm and cool, then slowly puts on a light green coat and smells the smell of the soil moistened by the spring rain. It feels very comfortable!
In summer, the grass is covered with a green coat. The grass took off its tender green clothes and put on a green suit. It grows tall and strong, and is no longer that weak grass. They live in nature and have a faint vanilla and earthy flavor. When the breeze blows, the grass will twist and make a rustling sound. Seen from a distance, these grasses are like a group of green elves singing and dancing.
Miss Qiu's footsteps are coming. Xiaocao received the invitation of Miss Qiu, put on a golden evening dress and went to Qiu's girl's house for a party. At the party, he drank a lot of wine, and then he dragged his tired and bent body home.
The north wind roared, winter came, and the grass fell asleep in a white cotton coat, waiting for the next spring. ...
This is tenacious and beautiful grass.
Plants are indispensable in our daily life. Some people love delicate and charming roses; Some people love slender daffodils; Others love chrysanthemums in various ways; But I like inconspicuous grass.
Grass is a carefree and ubiquitous plant with tenacious vitality. Perhaps it is because of this that people no longer care about it.
The grass has a slender waist, just like a graceful girl. When the breeze blows, the grass seems to be dancing rhythmically. It's beautiful! In people's eyes, the grass may be weak and incompetent, but it is the tenacious spirit of the grass that attracts me. When he was in storm warning, he was so fearless. He straightened his back and stood the test of the storm. After the storm, it showed a gratified smile in the wind.
The narrative composition of senior one is 800 words.
Father likes bluegrass. He will go to the mountains in a few days and bring some wild orchids back for cultivation. In a few years, there are more than 100 varieties in the yard at home, as if to make a bluegrass garden. A dozen people from Fiona Fang came to watch, but my father was not proud of it, but a little angry.
Don't bring those wild bluegrass back when you go into the mountains in the future. I am very surprised at this. I asked him, but I refused to talk about it. I just invited him to join me and went into the mountain again: "Visit Lan!" "
We walked for a long time until we reached the depths of the mountain. There is a waterfall falling straight from a cliff dozens of feet high, and I can hear the rumbling sound from a distance. The foam rose and filled it for a long time, and my eyes floated on it, bewildered by colorful hallucinations. When we walked along the bottom of the valley, we saw many good orchids, all of which were full of faint orchids, just like spreading a layer of cold smoke; The aroma is so strong that the air is churning and you can smell it anywhere in the canyon.
I have never seen such a wonderful bluegrass. I applauded repeatedly and began to dig another one. I thought my dad would cultivate fairy products: that's how I dug them up before, and after some practice, I raised various categories and shapes! .
My father stopped me. Q: "Do you think the bluegrass here is better or at home?" I said, "It's nice here!" "What should I do?" I can't say it. Home is really better than here, but here is more refreshing than home. "Does it taste different?" "yes." "Why is this? The same bluegrass grows in two places and has two flavors? ! "Father said:" Bluegrass is an artifact in an empty valley, the original gas of heaven and earth, and the interesting posture of Shan Ye along the water; Once cultivated, it becomes a bonsai for viewing. " "But it does have more tender leaves and bigger flowers!" "It looks beautiful, but it's too sweet and charming, and the style is vulgar. "
Father's words are right. But I can't help feeling sorry: in such an empty valley, who are the leaves growing and the flowers blooming for? How many people will appreciate it? "This is its beauty. It does not grow to be appreciated, but exists for its own characteristics, so it is a pure Long Ye Spring with its spirituality. " I dare not dig these wild orchids again. Appreciate its simplicity and regret why you loved it before but ruined it invisibly!
My father dragged me to sit by the pool, and our figure quietly sank into the water; He looked at Lan, then at me and said, "Son, being a man is the same! People living in the world can't lose their true feelings and flatter themselves, just like bluegrass in bonsai, which devalues their own character; Vulgar people will not contribute to society. "
I deeply remember my father's words. From then on, 15 years, I dare not forget it again.
800-word narrative composition in senior one.
I lost another deciduous tooth the other day. So far, all my deciduous teeth have been gloriously "laid off", and the most unforgettable thing is that I lost my teeth for the first time.
That was when I was in kindergarten. One day after school, my mother and I went out of kindergarten and got on a bus. After sitting in the parking space, I leisurely took the apples peeled by my mother at home. Just as I was eating the apple with relish, I suddenly felt a great pain in my mouth, and my mouth was still salty. I threw up and found it was full of blood. Looking at the apples I haven't eaten yet, I can't help but let out a cry. Many passengers in the car glanced at me after listening to my shouts. Maybe these uncles and aunts were well informed and didn't notice that I lost my teeth when I was a child. At this time, my mother took out a wet tissue from her bag and helped me wipe the blood off my teeth. In the face of this sudden situation, when I first saw bleeding, I was "completely" turned into a tearful person because of the pain caused by tooth loss. My mother talked to me while comforting my emotions in the car. From time to time, I rummaged in the carriage. Finally, my mother found my "retired" front teeth from a mouthful of "bloody" apples I spit out. My mother wrapped them in a napkin and put them in her pocket.
In fact, my front teeth lost their temper the other day. The job is unstable, and I am clamoring for being laid off all day. I didn't care about this "sick tooth" at all, but it didn't scratch me. It's like I have a grudge. It kept stepping on me and kicking my teeth until I covered my teeth with pain. Only then did I really understand the meaning of "toothache is not a disease, it hurts like hell". Since then, I have been looking forward to the stars and the moon every day, hoping that my decayed teeth will fall off as soon as possible and get out of the "bitter sea" as soon as possible. Unexpectedly, my favorite apple "stepped forward" and helped me "eradicate" the "sick tooth". Although Apple "retaliated" me, I still can't forgive the "sick tooth" because it made me bleed a lot in vain.
When I got home, I lay on the sofa, covering my injured mouth. My mother went to the bed, took out a small box from under the bed and put my lost tooth in the box. I was puzzled and asked my mother, "Why did you put your teeth in the box?" My mother was a little embarrassed to say: I heard from the old man that after the child lost his first deciduous tooth, he had to close it. After people change their teeth, they will grow neatly and beautifully. "Hey hey, I didn't think my mother was superstitious.
Now my deciduous teeth are all gone, and my lost deciduous teeth are still in the box at home. Aren't these deciduous teeth a sign of my growth?
800-word narrative composition in senior one.
I miss the dead moon.
In the clear sky, there is not a trace of dust, smiling gently, brighter than a dim street lamp. Children love her, attached to the moon's Chang 'e and Jade Rabbit, and attached to the beautiful story under the moon.
I learned to draw when I was a child, and I came back very late. My father always comes to take me home. In winter night, the shop door closes early, the wind blows tightly, and it is wet and damp. Every time I walk around a corner, I will hold my father's hand, fearing that there will be an evil figure hidden behind the dark stump ... In fact, of course, there is nothing but the slowly flowing moonlight. "Don't be afraid! I will go home soon. " In the moonlight, my father will be softer, and then the moonlight is also the most reassuring.
When you are old, there will be a saying, "If there is love in the sky, if there is old in the sky, if there is no hate in the moon". The sentimental knot in the middle is only vague, but I still think this sentence is particularly moving, flowing like the moon, leaving a lingering aftertaste in my heart. So that every time I see the moonlit night, I am particularly happy: the ancient moon is so beautiful! Is there anyone selling wine under the moon, lying among the plants and floating with the shadow of the moon? Jade feather tassel again. Some people miss each other in the distance under the moon. When I was young, I would also use moonlight to look for some historical situations.
"I look at the bright moon, my pockets are empty, only my hands and dreams."
Later, when I was studying, my seniors were always in a hurry and had a heavy background. Sometimes, when the heavy rain stops, there will be a long-lost moon in the night sky. Then, there is a sigh of stop and happiness. "Look, the moon today!" Pointing at the female companion, "Well, how round!" A response may contain too many words! Then I raised my brisk steps, crossed the playground, crossed the Woods and crossed the pond-"It's time for self-study again." The moon moves slowly with them, casting the shadow of innocence and dreams.
Favorite, there is a moon in the river, facing the summer breeze, the long queues on the levee are crawling slowly. I don't want to enjoy the cool by the river. I take my wife and children, arm in arm, or run or trot in parallel. Sometimes I lean on the bar and look across the river, and sometimes I whisper. The collision of glasses in the teahouse, the ladies in the center of the square gestured carefully, Tang Hua was sold by the roadside, and small fish were caught. Even the sparkling moonlight in the river was boiling and shining brightly. Not very noticeable, but not cute? Let the river flow! Don't you want it to carry the sparkling moon waves to another warm place?
When you have a teenager, you should have the brilliance of poetry and dreams. More noise is laughter, pursuit and life.
Senior one 800-word 8-word narrative composition.
When I'm free, I go for a walk in my garden.
The weather is good, the sun is high and shining, and white clouds are rolling and fluttering with the wind, dotted with the original monotonous sky, staring up-there is no end! What a feast for the eyes!
The small vegetable garden is very beautiful. Cucumbers hanging high on the branches, each with tender thorns and dew, are particularly pleasing to the eye in the brilliant red glow. Dense peppers, from top to bottom, are crowded with slender branches, strings of red or green fruits, and the spots are mottled. I savored it carefully and was filled with joy.
Suddenly, a piece of grass under the pepper fell into my sight. The grass is very small and thin, only as high as my palm, its leaves curl inward, some are yellow and malnourished. There are a few yellow aphids hanging on the petiole, which makes people a little sick.
I stared at the grass closely and decided to get rid of this "ominous thing" that hurt "elegance" I turned and went home, holding an empty refill, and ran to my destination with great pride.
As the saying goes, mowing grass should be uprooted. I crouched down and dug the soil bit by bit with a refill. After a while, a tall mound appeared next to the grass, but I felt more and more wrong: this grass is so small, how can it not be seen to the end? Its roots seem to go on and on. When can we see the head? I'm confused.
Suddenly, I remembered that I read in a book that the length of a small grass root is seven times that of it on the ground. If a grass wants to survive, its roots must wade over rocks to make itself strong enough. Only in this way can we absorb enough nutrition and thrive. If the roots are not strong enough, the grass will be malnourished, wither and die. But people only see the grass on the ground, but they don't know that it pays seven times as much in the depths of the soil. It is unknown, working hard and growing, not to get praise from others, but to lay a solid foundation for itself and pave the way for success.
This is the philosophy of a grass, an obvious truth. Sadly, some people who call themselves "the highest creatures" don't understand this simple truth. To outsiders, they are unattainable trees, but only they know how shallow their roots are and how loose the soil under their feet is. One day, they will be hung up by the strong wind and washed down by the heavy rain, and they will never stand up again.
Digging grass makes me sigh, sigh the grass that keeps working hard, sigh the flashy and empty higher creatures.
I wish I were a grass.
Narration of 800-word composition annals in senior one.
I never understood why China people prefer plum blossom among all the flowers. Is it because of its beauty?
Yes, it's really beautiful: blossoming Leng Yan, lingering fragrance, narcissism and purity. Like a proud swan in the snow. A little red in a thousand whites. Open dazzling and arrogant; Is it because of its unique beauty? Yes, its beauty is really different.
Its beauty, compared with delicate peony, gorgeous rose and delicate lotus, has a unique flavor. Yes, even though it is not as fragrant as jasmine, as beautiful as chrysanthemum and as beautiful as peach blossom, it is really beautiful, and its beauty blooms in the snow. Drive where no one can see you.
So when people appreciate the beauty of flowers, they go out and see this proud red plum. Who can't fall for it? Who can not be conquered by it? Who can not be attracted by its unique beauty? Is it because of its beautiful spirit?
Yes, China people love plum blossom, which is the spirit of loving plum blossom and the spirit of loving plum blossom. Love is "there are hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff and beautiful flowers." Love is "when the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs among them." Love it, not afraid of difficulties, standing silently and proudly. Love its selfless dedication behind the scenes. Love is the plum blossom spirit with soul, backbone and personality. The reason why Meihua ranks first among the "Four Gentlemen" is precisely because of this spirit of pride and modesty and optimism!
People in China like plum blossoms, because red berries and people in China have the same spirit. It has the spirit of "Joe does not strive for spring, but only reports spring". That damn plum blossom is beautiful. It dares to fight with the wind and snow, and feels the fight with the wind and rain. She is the messenger of the spring girl, who is not afraid of the bullying of the winter girl and proudly sows the fragrance and seeds of spring.
When the earth finally welcomed the girl in late spring, she quietly disappeared and turned into the soil under her feet, leaving only a touch of fragrance rippling between heaven and earth. See a hundred flowers blossom, listen to a hundred birds sing together, see spring all over the earth, and leave happily.
Therefore, "falling in love is a heartless thing. See you next winter." Its life is like a piece of music full of joy and sadness, from flying snowflakes to colorful flowers. Plum blossoms are beautiful, but they leave beauty to a white and flawless world; Plum blossom fragrance, who knows the hardships of "plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold"; Although plum blossoms are beautiful, "beauty does not strive for spring, but only reports spring."
Plum blossom, proud of first frost, fearless of difficulties, modest and optimistic. It tried its best and died. In exchange for a touch of red, spring is everywhere.
Senior one narrative composition 800 words 10.
Spring, a green world. Autumn, Dan's world.
Green is the color of the sower and the color of the pioneer. Humans say hope, youth and life. This is a wise saying.
In summer, green is thicker, deeper and denser. Life is full, full. Life, moved by cicadas and frogs, grows in heat and depression and stands the test in the wind and rain.
As a result, a cool breeze came and autumn arrived. The mountains are red and the maple leaves are like Dan. Dan is the color of maturity, the color of fruit, the color of reaper and the color of new life.
Sowing, germination, leaf spitting, flowering and fruiting.
Gestation, birth, growth, frustration, maturity.
Everything in the world, everything in the world, runs through this * * * process. Moreover, nature and the world are interlinked everywhere.
I visited Australia in May this year. May is in the southern hemisphere, and it is already late autumn. The vegetation is golden yellow; The Woods are golden yellow.
One day, I was a guest at the home of Mr. R, a ceramic artist in Green Valley, New South Wales. It's getting late and I can't see the surrounding scenery clearly, as if it were a wooden house in the forest. When I got up the next morning, the whole castle peak was resting quietly. Walking into the yard, there is a maple tree, a red maple tree, covered with trees and covered with the ground.
I went back to my house and took my camera. I tried the lens again and again, but I always felt something was missing. If you are a painter, you will draw a gorgeous oil painting. But I'm not. Looking at the maple tree again, I am as sad as an old man in the morning breeze.
At this moment, the wooden door opened and an eight-year-old girl jumped out. She is Mr. R's granddaughter Rebecca, the baby of their family. Rebecca saw me staring at the maple tree, so she ran to the tree, picked up two red leaves, jumped back and forth, and hummed something that only she knew.
The first ray of sunshine in the morning fell into the valley and shone on the red maple leaves and Rebecca's blonde hair. At that moment, I pressed the shutter and left a photo that I was satisfied with and my friends liked. Later, an Australian friend gave the photo a title: Life in Autumn.
At this moment, I suddenly understood that maple leaves are like Dan, perhaps because they jump into a happy life, or because they are life with rich connotations, which makes people feel more real, kind and beautiful, and its true value is so real. The red leaves in Xiangshan, Beijing, are naturally refreshing; If there are no tourists like mountains and rivers and no birds singing in the Woods, people may feel lonely again.
Maple leaves, like Dan, show long-term vitality. "Frost leaves are redder than February flowers", which is the real maturity and beauty after experiencing this realm.
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