Your narrative and mine.

Everyone must have been exposed to composition, especially narrative, which occupies an important position. Narrative is a kind of writing style, which is mainly expressed by taking notes, drawing scenes and objects. So what does a good narrative look like? The following is my carefully compiled account of you and me (7 selected articles) for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Yours and mine 1 Because grandma lives in the south and is far from home, she goes back once a year. We will be back on June 23rd. Grandma Zheng Lin brought out the mung bean cake, an essential food for the Dragon Boat Festival, with a simple and rough taste. For a person who pays attention to delicious food, such snacks can't be served at all, so when grandma brought me mung bean cake, I ...

The next day, my parents went out, only my grandmother and I were at home. Maybe my grandmother saw that I was a little bored and called me to the front and said, "Come here, my granddaughter will tell you a story." When I heard the story, I immediately ran over, but soon my grandmother let me down. My grandmother told me some boring trifles about making zongzi in dragon boat races. I've seen these on TV. Plus grandma's words are not so vivid, which makes me even more annoyed. I looked around, hoping to see something new, nothing interesting, something more disappointing. There is a plate of mung bean cake on the table that I hate most, and then there is my bad temper. I threw all the mung bean cakes on the ground and walked away. When I turned around, I found grandma secretly wiping her tears, which made me even more puzzled.

When my parents came back in the evening, I asked them why they didn't like the mung bean cake given by my grandmother. Why is my grandmother so sad? I asked. They answered the children seriously, you know? The taste in the mouth is rough and boring. Single mung bean cake is made by your grandmother. This is grandma's favorite cake on Dragon Boat Festival. He or she brought it to you because grandma loves you! Not only did you not eat it, but you also threw the mung bean cake on the ground, breaking grandma's heart.

Hearing this, I feel ashamed and moved at the same time. On June 25th, the third day after we came here, I accompanied my grandmother to make mung bean cakes, and listened to the story of jiaozi rowing a dragon boat, clapping while listening. All day, my grandmother's face was filled with happiness.

I used to think that yours is yours and mine is mine, but through this incident, I found the point. Grandma is my favorite, and I am also my favorite. I think love helped me find the point. I want to accept a kind gift from others, even if it is not my favorite.

Every year during the Dragon Boat Festival, I eat mung bean cakes and listen to grandma's story about the Dragon Boat Festival.

Yours and my narrative 2 I always bother you.

I want to eat cake. "There are many trans fatty acids!" You gave me a sideways look. I want to eat instant noodles, and you don't look up: "This is junk food!" " ""There are too many reasons why you can't eat a food! " I groaned with discontent in my heart. Look at those delicious foods, and then look at you. I feel that yours and mine will never be together.

You keep saying "eat healthily", "don't eat cold food during physiological period", "don't stay up late" and "don't use your eyes for a long time" ... you have calluses. I began to ignore the opening and closing of your mouth and automatically blocked the sound from the eardrum.

Once you find yourself out of the "Wuzhishan" in your field of vision, you immediately fall into the river like a dried fish. Milk tea, coffee, stinky dry ... salty and spicy, regardless of ice and heat, only you missed it, not me, as long as I am willing, without your scruples. You always look for clues when I come home: "What did you eat today?" "You work and rest on time ..." I have packed up, and I am serious and honest. After many dealings, I have learned the magic of turning "yours" into "mine".

It was a hot day, and someone sent me a big bag of cold drinks, my favorite, so that greedy bugs scratched their hearts and lungs in my five zang-organs temple. Looking at your eyes against thieves, I suddenly felt a little cold and coughed, and my mind faded. Knowing that you want to volunteer to help distribute the forms for nucleic acid testing, my mouth can't help but rise. When I touched the big box of ice cream in the refrigerator, your thousand words had already gone out with your back and disappeared.

Next to the computer game, I wandered in the milky smell and coldness of ice cream … until a heartbreaking pain swept through my consciousness. When I was called back, you looked at me blankly, but you didn't blame me. Then you wiped the sweat from my forehead with a towel and asked my grandfather to take me upstairs to the hospital.

After some tossing, I was exhausted and deeply regretful, and silently prepared for a storm. You bowed your head silently, and then looked up with tears: "I ... I ... never told you. When your mother left, the doctor told me that your mother was terminally ill at a young age ... mainly because ... her long-term life was irregular and her diet was unhealthy ... "

I cried, not because I lost my mother when I was very young, but because I was distressed by your sadness and your careful care for me along the way.

Yours is your guilt and regret for the loss of your daughter, and it is your painstaking management of me; What I mean is my rebellion against you, and my willfulness of ignoring your true feelings for me.

Grandma, I understand. You and I should be together forever.

You and I narrate 3 "This is what you like, but I don't like it."

When I casually said this, my mother took the mung bean cake sent by my grandmother and didn't stare at me. She smiled and said, "It's really hard, mom." You are still busy on such a hot day. Come in person. "

Grandma stood at the table, smiling awkwardly, without meaning to sit down. And I, as I have said, am embarrassed to say anything to my grandmother because of face.

Grandma stood and said a few words to her mother, saying that she was afraid that Grandpa would be bored at home alone and left. Before her mother sent her downstairs, she gave me an angry smile and said, "Go home and reflect! ! "

When grandma turned and walked to the door, I saw her short sleeves wet with sweat and stuck to her back. I have no taste in my heart. Why am I so outspoken! Although it is true, it hurts grandma to say so!

However, there is another voice in my heart saying, "Don't blame yourself, grandma is behind the times and doesn't love you in the way you like!" " "

When my heart gradually calmed down, the boat of memory slowly passed by and rippled-

When I was a child, my grandmother was afraid that the cotton shoes she bought were not warm, so she brought glasses, took the soles and made cotton shoes for me.

When I was in kindergarten, my grandmother knew that I liked peanuts and peeled them for me.

In the fourth grade, my grandmother accompanied me to the cinema to see Iron Man, and I was laughed at by my classmates. She doesn't care. ...

In my memory, my grandmother asked me if I liked mung bean cake, and I said loudly what I liked.

Grandma has been trying to care about me in the way I like.

Her love hasn't changed, it's me! Since when do I dislike grandma's meticulous care, her tedious rambling, and even her delicious cooking?

Grandma, there is nothing wrong with your love. It's me, the way I treat you. I haven't cared about you for a long time, and I haven't chatted with you for a long time, but I haven't given you a chance to get close to me now. ...

Round mung bean cakes, neatly placed in boxes, are more chic than those sold on the street. I took it out and ate one, sweet and powdery, which is the taste I remember.

Grandma, don't be angry with me, okay? I will slow down and wait for you to go together!

Dragon Boat Festival passed, but my mother and I took zongzi to see grandma.

"Grandma, look, this is my jiaozi. Although ugly, it tastes good. It is your favorite sugar-free red bean filling. "

Grandma took the zongzi, smiled from ear to ear and kept saying, "Well wrapped! Good bag! "

My mother smiled from ear to ear.

"Oh, ray, you're right. Try your grandmother's newly developed ice cream mung bean cake. She's afraid that she's having a bad life and you don't like it, so she has no confidence to send it to you ... "Grandpa brought me a neat box of mung bean cakes from the refrigerator.

"Where ah, I was just about to take a trip. I haven't learned it yet, and I don't know if it suits your taste. " Grandma said shyly.

My good grandma, do you still need to taste it? Who in this family knows my taste better than you?

Yours and my narrative 4 I've been sleeping in the back seat since I got on the bus. I have to go back to my hometown with my parents during the Dragon Boat Festival, but all kinds of homework pop up in my mind. "Is it not a meal? Is this necessary? " I think.

Yesterday, my mother said, "Tomorrow we will go back to our hometown for the Dragon Boat Festival." I said, "Go back, I'm not going back." "That won't do," mom said. The whole family must be together on holidays. ""Is it necessary? The mid-term exam is coming soon. Besides, this festival is just your festival. " I asked my mother, "Why didn't you spend Halloween with me last year?" Mother listened, paused and didn't speak.

I don't know how long it took, but my mother woke me up: "Get up quickly, we are home!" " "I opened my sleepy eyes and saw all the familiar and unfamiliar scenery. There is a thin jujube tree next to the haystack, and two smiling old people stand under the tree.

I followed my parents listlessly, and my grandmother greeted me with a smile, grabbed my hand and smiled at me: "Come with me! Look what I left for you! "

In grandma's room, I saw a pair of colored silk threads and an embroidered sachet. Grandma picked up the silk thread, cut it off and tied it around my neck. I quickly stopped: "No, my clothes have no collar, it will be allergic!" " ""then wear it on your hand. "I tried to stop it, but when I saw grandma's expectant face, I held back.

What is uncomfortable is that grandma took a more ugly "sachet", and the folds on the fabric have worn a lot, leaving old traces. "Do you still recognize it?" Grandma asked. "I don't remember." I said. "This is for grandma when you were five years old. I accidentally turned it over the other day. You kiss grandma at an early age ... "

Grandma's "rambling" made my heart suddenly move, and some childhood memories swam into my mind like fish: during the Dragon Boat Festival, grandma would always make me a delicious bag with colorful threads, grandpa would make a table of my favorite dishes, and my parents would come back from the city for reunion. ...

The dining table is full of dishes. As soon as I sat down, grandpa brought me all my favorite foods. I said, "Grandpa, I can reach it." Grandpa said, "I know, I know." But still moving, with a satisfied smile on his face. I know, I definitely ate more than "rice". Dad raised his glass: "Mom and Dad, happy holidays, I wish you always healthy!" " "Mother hurriedly handed a red envelope. Grandpa said: "this wine must first wish the children a good exam!" ""Grandma took the red envelope and put it in my pocket: "This is a reward for the exam. Don't you want a model plane? Buy it! "

I'm surprised. How do they know? I am very touched in my heart. This is my wish for Halloween last year. I quickly stood up, raised my drink and said, "Grandpa and Grandma, thank you! I wish you a healthy Dragon Boat Festival and a long life! "

I choked a little when I said it. I think I am really celebrating a festival, and the Dragon Boat Festival is my festival.

Yours and my narrative 5 On the Dragon Boat Festival, grandma came from her hometown and brought me her favorite mung bean cake. I refused to eat, and replied rudely, "This is what you like, not what I like."

Every year, the Dragon Boat Festival is held in such a grand way. In fact, not only the Dragon Boat Festival, but also Chang Xia wants to eat boiled eggs and moon cakes on the Mid-Autumn Festival and sweet dumplings on the solstice in winter. Her old man followed them meticulously. Let us young players follow suit. Grandma born in the 1940s really lives like an antique.

I have my new world and new hobbies. I don't like these sweet and sticky things. I don't love them by nature. I don't know much about some solar terms. I need to know. What should I do? When will you stop living? If I want to be happy, I will be happy even in the worst days. If I don't want to be happy, I won't be happy no matter how good the days are. Anyway, my day is my call. What to eat and what not to eat. It's up to me to decide which way to go and where to go. What you like doesn't mean what I like. The way you go doesn't mean the way I want to go.

I didn't know that my refusal hurt my grandmother, and she even shed tears for it. These are what my father told me later. My dad said that those cakes and zongzi made by your grandmother were very busy for a while.

My dad didn't blame me for anything. He is an enlightened and good father who always respects my personality and allows me to have my own preferences and choices. But my dad turned his back, and a casual sigh fell on my heart, pressing me like a stone. I began to think about a question, should yours and mine be completely different?

I remember when I was very young, my mother bought a guzheng and sent me to learn it. I have studied for a few days, but I really don't like it, but I have a special liking for painting. My mother finally respected me and made the expensive guzheng look like dust. When I was in middle school, there was an upsurge of studying abroad among my classmates. My father also wants to send me abroad, but I don't want to. I don't have much desire. In the future, I will study in an ordinary university in China, graduate, open a small studio by myself, draw an illustration every day, change some change, and spend the rest of my time looking at the sky, enjoying flowers and plants, and being a free idle person. My dad also chose to respect me. For me, my happiness is my happiness. On them, my happiness is also their happiness. To me, they were never between you and me. They completely integrated you and me with love.

I suddenly feel so sorry for grandma. She cherishes traditional customs so much, and does this and that by herself, just to make our life heavy and meaningful, so that we can learn to cherish, learn to be grateful, learn to expect and learn to be tolerant.

This week, I will return to my hometown. I just want to say to my grandma, grandma, do you have any mung bean cakes? Give me a piece.

From now on, I will eat Dragon Boat Festival every year.

You and I are six people separated by generations and have fallen in love several times. They often think that there is a follow-up from their ancestors, so that their grandchildren can live better. -inscription

Looking at the steaming mung bean cake on the table, I thought of the angry words I just said, "This is what you like, not what I like." I can't help feeling regret, and my eyes are getting blurred.

When I was a child, I always followed my grandmother. I walked around her and everyone said that I was her "little sidekick". At that time, all the good things in grandma's house were mine, so I could do whatever I wanted. I want the moon in the sky, and grandma will pick it for me even if she climbs the ladder.

Once, the Dragon Boat Festival was coming. Grandma wrapped zongzi on the balcony, only to see her arrange four zongzi leaves in turn, then make a bucket, and then pour some washed glutinous rice into it, put a piece of meat or candied dates on it, and then spread some glutinous rice. After that, she wrapped the zongzi leaves one by one and wrapped them with thread, and a baby zongzi was ready!

I saw that the leaves were slippery and the glutinous rice was shiny and novel, so I clamored for a pack.

Grandma put down her work and taught me patiently. I saw grandma explaining to me while teaching me, but I didn't understand. Let's do it again. Sometimes I learn to play with the sticky rice before I get up, or put my hand into the water soaked in zongzi leaves and paddle hard. Grandma was not annoyed when she saw it. She smiled at me while playing.

Then I grew up. Once, my grandmother picked me up from school and went to the bakery to buy bread for breakfast the next day. She saw what I was looking at by the freezer and asked me, "Baby, what do you want to eat?" As soon as I heard it, I pointed to the mung bean cake in the freezer and said, "This"! Grandma bought it for me without hesitation.

I only ate a few pieces when I got home, so I didn't want to eat any more, but grandma kept thinking. Every year, one month before the Dragon Boat Festival, I go to the supermarket to choose mung beans and make mung bean cakes, for fear that the bakery is not clean and additives are added. Today, she was in a hurry to deliver it, but I ...

Thought of here, my tears can't help anymore, like a broken bead, one after another "click, click" drops on the ground.

Am I too hateful? How dare you say such hurtful things to grandma! Suddenly I was very worried: should grandma cry silently when riding a bike alone? Stuck in my heart, I sat at the table, picked up a piece of mung bean cake and tasted it carefully. That kind of mung bean cake is sweet in mouth and bitter in heart!

"Give me all your love and the world. I don't know the bitterness and joy in your heart ... how much I want to be close to you ..."

Man Wenjun's "Knowing You" on TV made me cry. Yes, grandma gave me the best. I decided that when I see my grandmother tomorrow, I must say to her, "Grandma, the mung bean cake you made is really delicious and sweet!" " "

Affection is the most sincere, selfless and warm, without you, without me and without him. And it is everywhere, and it is out of reach to ignore it; Cherish it, it's close at hand. As the saying goes: "In the long river of history, there is a star that shines forever, and that is affection."

I finally understand: grandma, the mung bean cake you made by yourself will always be my favorite; What I like is always what you are best at!

You and I narrate 7 breezes across cheeks and turn around inadvertently. Happiness lies in what is invisible. In fact, I am very happy to be your daughter.

"Get up, little slacker, finish today's homework! There are things to do tomorrow. " "No, today is Saturday, let me sleep a little longer! How to write homework if you don't have enough sleep? " "Well, you have breakfast first, and you can sleep a little longer if you want, ok?" "Oh, that's great." I struggled to get up, put on my coat, ate breakfast at the fastest speed in my life, threw away my coat, didn't cover the quilt, and went directly to have a tryst with Duke Zhou. "Daughter, have you finished your breakfast?" There was no answer, and there was a dead silence. "Really, after dinner, don't call me, don't cover the quilt, just know to sleep!" Say that finish, pulled my quilt twice. When I woke up, I found that the quilt was covered, the bowl on the bedside table had been taken away, and the messy clothes I piled on the bed had been cleaned up.

I am very happy to be your daughter.

"Wake up, hurry up and do your homework. I'll take you out to play after that! " "Oh, I see." I was unable to answer, carrying my schoolbag and heading for the study, intending to do my homework. A warm breeze blew across my face, which made me more sleepy. Soft light music came from the ear, and people fell asleep unconsciously. "Hey, wake up, wake up!" I opened my eyes in confusion and saw an anxious face, without any pleasure, only regret and regret. You are relieved to see me awake. Then you complain, "You didn't tell me when you had a fever. What if your brain burns out? " "How can I be so delicate!" "If you feel uncomfortable in the future, say it earlier. What if something goes wrong? " "I didn't know I had a fever. I just think I am too tired! " I said with grievance. "Come on, I'll take you to the hospital. This is safer. " "Oh, I see." Later, I wondered why you weren't with me and knew I was ill.

I am very happy to be your daughter.

When I arrived at the hospital, my temperature did not drop, but rose. I threw up at breakfast and my stomach began to swell. After I finished my work, I paid for the medicine, and my face was sweating more and more. I need a few drops. I don't know if the nurse is too young and inexperienced, or because my blood vessels are too thin, and I still haven't done it twice. I have never given in to an injection, or even shed tears for the first time. When you saw me crying, you looked at my hand in distress and scolded the nurse without hesitation. You never swear in front of me, but you swear for me. I know you love me very much. It was not until the needle was safely stuck in my hand that you finally calmed down, looked at me affectionately, let me settle down and hurried to the nurse. I know you apologized. Protect me for me, regardless of image.

I am very happy to be your daughter.

Every time I go home and know I'm hungry, I will go to the kitchen to cook my favorite fried rice with eggs. Knowing that I am tired and don't need words, you will bring me hot water so that I can listen to music and relax.

No matter what happens to me, you will stay with me. The wind is blowing gently, and you are like a warm current, warming my cold heart. I am very happy to be your daughter! Mom, I love you.