Write a 700 word narrative essay with a narrative essay of 700 words

In our ordinary daily life, everyone is most familiar with composition, which can be divided into time-limited composition and non-time-limited composition according to the different writing time limits. I believe that writing an essay is a headache for many people, and the following is a 700-word narrative essay that I have carefully arranged, and you are welcome to learn from and refer to it, I hope it will be helpful to you.

I didn't pay so much attention to you, but you were so beautiful.

Inscription. You've always been so ordinary, so ordinary that I haven't looked at you so seriously.

When I was a child, I forgot you because of your departure, I didn't have you in my childhood, and even in my memory you didn't appear until elementary school. For this, I hate you!

I still clearly remember that my grandmother took me to register for the first grade of primary school, and at that time, you were in **? Do you know how pathetic I feel about myself, my childhood without your company, what kind of heart you were carrying'The heart has left me, forsaken me?

It's not just because of this one that hates you.

I should have been seven or eight years old at that time, it was a hot summer vacation, and I was so happy that you bought me a bicycle. But what you told me next made me hit rock bottom, and I had to learn how to ride a bike to let me in, and then you closed the door and left me alone, and the sun was roasting me like fire, and there was not a drop of water. I fell down many times, people and cars, and I felt like I was dying, really dying!

But I survived, because I hated you, I hated you, and I found out that you were the cruelest person in the world, and I learned to ride a bike.

You left me when I needed you the most, and when I came back I accepted you, but you gave me a slap in the short time I got home, and I was thinking I wouldn't forgive you.

I went to junior high school, I have always been very introverted and made friends, you are very worried about me, every teacher's ** wants, you have my situation in your hands, I have been telling me not to study anymore, you try your best to persuade me, I saw you crying, I always thought I hated you, I would be very modified if you shed tears, but it was the opposite.

You persuaded me well, understood the situation, and what I got in exchange was a notice of transfer. So I sank into another junior high school and became a good student and a good child in the eyes of the teacher, but in fact I was a bad student. I learned to fight, smoke, drink, surf the Internet, and eventually became the person who asked my parents the most.

I saw you sitting on the ground crying, so sad and helpless, I hid myself and didn't want you to see me weak, it turned out that I cared about you so much, but I didn't want to face you.

Now, I left you to study at a school far away from home, and your worries, the eyes in which you were worried about me outside the car, the moment the car started, I saw that the wrinkles in the corners of your eyes had increased again, and they were not as smooth as before. Silver-white dots appeared in the middle of the jet-black hair. What did you do to age so much?

Waiting with an umbrella outside the school when it rains heavily, coming back when you're sick, panicking when you're nervous, it's all for me.

I never found you so beautiful, so beautiful that it touched my heartstrings. Mother, I have never found out that you are so beautiful, it has always been that I am narrow-minded, I don't care about you, I don't pay attention to you - it turns out that you are beautiful!

School is our little paradise and we live here every day. Experiencing pleasant things, troublesome things, unforgettable things......What I'm going to talk about today is an incident that happened in our English class.

Our favourite part of the English class was the group competition, which started this Friday. The class was divided into 4 groups of 10 people each, and I was in the fourth group. The rules of the competition are that whoever gets the question right will add 1 point to the group to which the student belongs.

The competition has begun, and the students are all gearing up, staring at the big screen and eager to try, all want to fight for the group. The teacher turned on the big screen, and as soon as the question appeared, the students who met raised their hands high, and some students stood up impatiently and shouted: "Teacher, I, I, I."

The first few questions were answered by our group first, and we were 3 points higher than the second place in terms of scores, and I thought that our group had won but just when I was dreaming, the third group caught up. The competition entered the white heat, the students in our group were very nervous, seeing that the cooked duck was about to fly, the last question appeared on the screen, and Gao Haifeng of our group lived up to expectations and resolved the crisis. Our group narrowly beat the third group by one point, and just when we thought the game was over and were about to cheer, the English teacher said:

Homework is checked as part of the competition score. "I sweated in my palms, worried that someone in my group didn't finish their homework well. After the inspection of the work results are the hall:

Our group had one more parent who didn't sign than the third group, so our group was tied with the third group. I thought to myself, I'm good to keep the first place. The smile re-rippled on the faces of our big stuffy brother group, at this time the class bell rang, the teacher announced the results of the competition, the third group won, our group suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy, only to hear our group of students shouting:

Teacher, it's not fair. The teacher smiled and walked out of the classroom. Our hearts are like knocking over the five-flavor bottle, which is very unpleasant.

Actually, at the beginning, I also felt that the English teacher was unfair, but if I think about it, there will always be wins and losses in the competition, and the result is not important, the key is to make us better grasp the knowledge through the competition, but the homework is not completed well is a problem of learning attitude, and if the learning attitude is not correct, it will not study well, so the English teacher is fair.

Memories on the blackboard [kaiser3344 dedication].

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry. Inscription.

As the old saying goes, teachers are like silkworms and wax torches, dedicating their life's energy just to have more gorgeous brocade and less gloomy darkness on our future road. But I have never been able to feel the love of the teachers for us, sometimes they criticize me, sometimes they are very demanding of me, I am late and punish me for standing, but on that day, my opinion completely changed, that day, the teacher gave us a blackboard crooked words, a blackboard memory, a blackboard heavy love ......

Before the midterm exam, the fierce cold wind penetrated into the bones like a knife, and there was a feeling of "the north wind swept the white grass and folded", and the cold wind seeped into my mind and woke me up from a half-awake and half-asleep state. We shivered as we waited for the morning class to come.

After a while, the door of the classroom slowly opened, and Chinese teacher Wang appeared in our field of vision, "What's wrong with Teacher Wang?" "Huh? ”

There are constantly students with suspicious expressions on their faces, Mr. Wang is different from usual, the red light that is often on his face is replaced by a bleak white, his steps are vain, as if he will fall at any time, and he also brought a silver thermos cup, there is no doubt that Mr. Wang is very sick. She sat down in front of the podium and said in her hoarse throat, "Today, we are ......."Ahem, lesson 20, open the book ......"The Chinese characters are as if they have been pushed out with force, and although they are very light, they can be heard.

The distress is mixed with a chill that hits our hearts. The teacher began to write on the blackboard, the teacher slowly stood up, his left hand supported the table, and his right hand began to jump and slide weakly on the blackboard. At this point, something seemed to be surging up in my heart, I had never felt like this, a little ......The feeling of motherly love ......

The classroom is still silent, looking at the crooked but distinguishable words on the blackboard, we are speechless, the teacher left, but left the words of the blackboard, slowly, no one got up to wipe the blackboard as usual, all sat quietly, they symbolized nothing else, but the heavy love of the teacher! Although the words on this blackboard can be erased, the memory on this blackboard will always exist in our hearts and will never be erased!

In the examination room, we all worked hard to write, our motivation was nothing else, just because of the memory on the blackboard, it was like a bright pearl shining on us, it was dozens of times warmer than the warm sunshine!

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Who is the author of "Back"?

Wen Duo sat at the desk and pondered, feeling that in this cold winter day, it was as hot as under the bright sun, and he was anxious to shed pearls.

He was doing the test paper in his study, he picked up the language number, just opened the table of contents, wanted to see the answer, and threw the book aside fiercely, sighing.

Calm down and think back to what your mother said:

Three years ago, on an afternoon when the cicadas were singing, my mother was memorizing the question, and my mother was depressed because she couldn't memorize the question, "Mom, you can copy some small notes," I said as I ran to my mother's side, and said, "This can cope with the test of your unit!" A smile appeared on my mother's face: "Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, I want not to cheat, and to do things depends on my true ability."

This sentence echoed around me, repeating it over and over again.

Whatever, let's move on first! Ask Duo with a reluctant sigh.

When I finished the question, I went back to thinking about it.

Pick up**"6537820 Dudu Dudu"** passed, should I ask him, Wen Duo hesitated, "back ......."Back ......The same table was also anxious, and Wen Duo said a little tremblingly: "Back .......", I memorized the "Will Enter the Wine" that the teacher kept for memorization. Wen Duo said with a lot of words.

Oh, I thought what the hell, bye-bye. "He hasn't opened his mouth yet.

It seems that only by using my own brain to do the questions can I feel at ease! He said in a somewhat reassuring tone.

Could it be Ba Jin, Bingxin, Lu Xun, Zhu Ziqing ......He muttered, "It seems that Barkin's has not written; Bingxin probably can't write it; Then Lu Xun and Zhu Ziqing are left, because it should be Lu Xun, that's right, it's him! ”

Get it right. The smile on his face was happier than a hundred points, and the smile was even brighter.

A few days later, his mother returned the roll to him

Wen Duo looked at the test paper that was sentenced by his mother, although he didn't get this question right, he was just as happy, because he didn't cheat, he didn't peek, he used his real strength.

He crossed that hurdle, crossed the hurdle of honesty and sincerity, marched towards a new starting point, successfully rushed through the three forks in life, and added a perfect turning point to the picture of life.