Yixing Spring Festival custom narrative composition 600 words

Time is like a never-ending river, passing by people in a hurry and silently. Unconsciously, a memorable 2006 hurried away, ushered in a new year, and began another journey for people.

On new year's eve, I fell asleep with firecrackers to welcome the new year. "Happy New Year!" The next morning, with New Year greetings, I opened my eyes to look for 2005. Open the calendar, start a new year and start a wonderful story. I lay in bed thinking about the past year. I have sweat, happiness and sadness. It all happened as if it were right in front of us. I couldn't help laughing softly.

In the past, I was not an excellent student in my class. I envy those class cadres. They study well and have many friends. I long to be like them. So I started walking towards the locked door. I sweat twice as much as others. In class, I listen carefully and speak actively. After class, while my friends are playing happily on the playground, I read quietly in the classroom. After class, I carefully finish the homework assigned by the teacher on time and try to be accurate. I also signed up for a school lecture class according to my hobbies. Finally, many things have happened, and my sweat has been harvested. My academic performance has improved. In an election in the new semester, I am honored to be elected monitor by my classmates. From then on, in order to live up to the expectations of teachers, classmates and parents, I studied harder. Now, I am the squadron leader of the school, and all this needs the help and encouragement of teachers, classmates and parents. On the occasion of the Spring Festival, I sincerely wish them all the best.

Saying goodbye to the old year, we entered a new year. There seems to be a new runway before my eyes. Maybe I will fall down on this runway, but I will still stand up stubbornly and challenge all kinds of difficulties. I firmly believe that there will always be a beautiful rainbow after the storm.

At this time, the crackling firecrackers rang out of the window again, which is people's reluctance to part with the old year and their beautiful longing for the new year.