High school narrative composition material

Narrative writing training has always been the focus of composition teaching in primary schools, junior high schools and senior high schools, and the focus of narrative writing teaching in each stage is different. The following is the narrative composition material about high school that I compiled for you, hoping to help you!

At the beginning of ten years of turmoil, Li Shijing was born in a small village that was still isolated. He is the eldest son of the family. He has a sister in the world, and later his parents gave him a younger brother and a younger sister.

As the eldest son of a rural family, he is not loved by all parties as he is in a wealthy family, but is more of a heavy responsibility, so when Li Shijing was young, he followed his father to do farm work and sent his father lunch when he was doing farm work. As far as Li Shijing's name is concerned, according to his qualifications, where should he rank? What time? Words. Should his father give him a bright future? Cam? Word, but what's wrong with the name on the final accounts? Li Shijing? . As the eldest son of the family, he inherited his father's business, and he had to farm all his life.

It's just that Li Shijing has a grandfather, and his father gave him these acres of fields. His grandfather is not a farmer but a famous sculptor. In this area, or in most parts of China, most people believe in Buddhism, so a religious industrial chain has emerged. For example, if you can't live any longer, most poor people with education will become monks. And to get more people to donate incense money, besides monks, we have to practice hard? Kung fu? In addition, all kinds of instruments should be prepared. In particular, to make the temple magnificent, it needs exquisite Buddha statues and some wooden decorations. Grandpa Li Shijing used to make decorative tables and chairs for big families, but later he took over the business of some big temples in the city. After getting rich, according to the traditional concept, it takes several acres of land to settle down, and the land rent income is also the most stable. Grandpa Li Shijing bought several acres of land. Later, after the land reform in New China, his grandfather had to take back the fields he had planted for others and plant them at home. Fortunately, although his eldest son died young and his second son became an adult, he still gave it to him, and this second son was Li Shijing's father.

At that time, Grandpa Li Shijing only passed this craft on to his youngest son who was ten years younger than his father. When Li Shijing was thirteen or fourteen years old, he was ready to do heavy work in the countryside. At that time, his father had been troubled by illness for a long time. Although he can barely touch the ground, it is obviously not enough. Relatives and friends saw it, but didn't say it, saying it was waiting for him to die quietly. At this time, my mother, who has been holding her breath, has gradually ignored housework and said that she wants to enter Buddhism. This Li Shijing mother's family is richer than this one, and her father also does some small businesses. Later, her father met Grandpa Li Shijing. At that time, Li Shijing's grandfather had no children, only two daughters. He was afraid that he would die without support, so he politely asked Li Shijing to adopt him as his son. How many people are there in the family? Too busy? , and his four sons adopted to him. As a sign of reconciliation between the two families, the old man married his daughter to Li Shijing's father. Li Shijing's mother always thought that her father put himself? Sell? I gave it to someone else, so I've been angry.

My father is seriously ill, and my mother often thinks that my father is not at home and often goes hungry under the pretext of praying for God. Every time at this time, I have to go to grandpa's pocket to touch the money. Sometimes you can buy a lot of delicious food by touching one piece, and you feel hungry for another day. At this time, Li Shijing was fourteen years old, and he didn't like this kind of life. He made up his mind: he must not farm in the future, and he must learn sculpture from his grandfather and make a lot of money.

In this way, a year later, Li Shijing's father died. Seeing this time, not only can I not support my brothers and sisters, but I may have to live for a lifetime. I asked my mother to say beside me that my grandfather promised him to learn sculpture. Grandpa felt a little guilty about his second son, so he naturally passed this craft on to his eldest grandson, Li Shijing, and he agreed. Although studying, grandpa has limited energy and can only take the opportunity to guide him. Fortunately, this kind of carving is not manual labor, and Li Shijing also learned a lot. However, the good times did not last long. After only one year, maybe the old man will have a little idea about his son's death. Besides, he was really old and weak, and his grandfather Li Shijing died.

So Li Shijing was forced to go to the fork in the road of life again. He is faced with a difficult choice: should he go back to his father's old job? Farming or continuing to study sculpture? Learn sculpture. Who do you learn from? This question trapped Li Shijing?

It's another hot summer day, and the cicada is singing its song.

My mother and I sat in bed watching TV, and occasionally a breeze blew, which brought us an indescribable refreshing. Suddenly, I saw a hair of my mother swaying in the wind and silver in the bright sunshine. That's a white hair! This hair kept dancing in the breeze, but refused to rest, as if calling me something (not a question mark). When I first saw my mother's white hair, I felt her aging strongly for the first time. What a terrible fact! My tears unconsciously filled my eyes. I can't help but snuggle my mother's head on my chest and open the hairpin that has bound her for so long. I was stunned by what I saw. The white hair with spots and stains is in sharp contrast with that black hair, which makes me can't help it. Tears broke through the solid defense line. I just looked at it and couldn't say anything.

"Son, help mom pull out her white hair", pull it out, haha, how, after so many years of hard work, can you pull it out? (Sublimated the theme) After pulling it out, who can see the ruthless destruction of her by this era? I regret being angry with her before, and I regret not studying hard to repay her. I didn't do what my son should do.

Life is so short and bleak.

However, children have immature beauty, young people have exuberant beauty, middle-aged people have resolute beauty, and old people have diluted beauty (changed to "indifference"). This kind of life is just like four seasons-spring, lush summer, colorful autumn and clean winter. Each has its own beauty. In this golden autumn, my mother released her pure beauty, and it's time for her sowing.

I will not give up my white hair because I want to be beautiful, nor will I give up the afternoon sunshine because of my age. I want to live a good life on my own time. When my mother ties my hair again, I feel ~ ~ ~ ~

As soon as the senior high school entrance examination was over last year, I couldn't wait to come to my long-lost hometown. There is no reason to rush me, and I don't know why I thought of coming here at that time. It's like someone is calling me.

The hometown is vast and sparsely populated, and the houses are sparse. Even if you deliberately visit the houses, you have to go a long way. Grandpa's house is next to a small pond. It is a simple and shabby wooden house. Broken windows and dusty windowsills seem to have been cleaned for a long time, and there is dust everywhere.

Since grandpa died in the snowstorm that shocked people all over the country, this wooden house lying far away in a poor village has been erased from people's memory, and no one will remember it anymore. Who will come back to clean up? Uncle and uncle will never go back to the village where they grew up?

Looking at the muddy pond, the beautiful scenery of the past has long since disappeared, replaced by unsightly mud and garbage. There was a sadness in my heart, which was hard to swing away for a long time. Although winter has passed, the air is still so cold and biting. I put my hands in my pockets, so tired, so tired, how can the coolness on this flesh reach my heart? Let the cold wind blow freely! Maybe it can help me dispel the sadness, dispel the sadness? Inner sadness!

God, it's getting dark and overcast, which is just what I want.

There are many feelings, and one picture after another gradually emerges in my mind?

In the dim light, I seem to see the tall figure again. No matter how hard I try to see and think, I can't see the appearance clearly. As a result, all I saw was a back. Don't, I have forgotten him? All he left me was a number? I don't want to accept it. No matter what he did to me before he died, I still loved him and respected him. Although he has completely disappeared from my life, I still don't want to forget his face.

Grandpa lives an ordinary life, is diligent and thrifty, and enjoys a good reputation in the local area. However, because he is strict with several children, he has lived in this poor village for a long time, and there is no one to provide for the elderly. And grandma also had the heart to leave him and take the children to the city. Beautiful day? . Helpless, stubborn grandpa was abandoned by everyone, living here alone, and had to pick up the hoe that had not been moved for a long time again and hike up the mountain. Keep company with hoes every day, work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

I sometimes even hate my grandmother, why she left her grandfather and came to the county town alone. Every time I talk about it. She always answers that sentence with an unnatural expression:? What does the child's family know? I want to refute, but I can't speak when I mention my voice. I can only bless my grandfather from the bottom of my heart, hoping that God can let me share his pain, even if it is only a little.

In this way, Grandpa lived alone in this poor village for seven or eight years. Four years ago, I went to see my grandfather. Did I come alone, uncle, or? Father, you don't even want to come. From their guilty eyes, all I see is escape! They dare not face it, they are shirking their responsibilities! Plus grandpa won't go to the county seat and doesn't want to be his child? Free servant? . This is grandpa's temper, and no one can change it.

Grandpa and I sat by the fish pond and watched the raindrops falling from the sky. At this time, his favorite spring rain has a special liking. I asked why. He always smiles and says: Spring rain is a good thing! If the grain is watered by spring rain, it will grow faster, and then it can sell more money. ?

I didn't know the importance of money to my grandfather at that time. My child won't give him a penny and won't even come to see him on holidays. Living is grandpa's only and most difficult idea. I want to help, but I can't. Only when grandpa is lonely, talk to him and share his inner sadness.

However, why did you leave this world alone when your children repented, leaving me unable to honor my parents? Do you hate all kinds of things in the world, or do you see through the most primitive evil in human heart, no longer remember, and go away like the wind?

I don't know when ripples began to appear in the muddy fish pond, and raindrops as big as beans fell in the sky. I want to reach out and hug him, but why does he always slip away from me?

Is this the rain in early spring?

Are you here to say goodbye to grandpa and me?

I don't know and I don't want to know. I only know that grandpa is far away from the world of mortals, and he will definitely see his favorite spring rain every day, because this is his biggest? Wish? .

Other, it doesn't matter.

Now I can really feel it in my heart.

Grandpa, forever?

Never be lonely again?

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