A narrative essay with a novel theme of 500 words

That spring breeze.

In those days when you are gone, I can feel your breath, I can feel the warmth of your eyes and the love that pear blossoms bring to me.

When my grandparents were young, my grandfather planted a garden of pear blossoms for my grandmother. The white petals are full of love. And so the story begins.

Grandma liked white pear blossoms, so grandpa planted a garden of pear blossoms that year for grandma. Since then, every year has been carefully cultivated, whenever spring comes, grandma can see the pear blossoms in the garden through the window, one after another is full of branches, like a light gauze as transparent white petals dancing in the wind, there is a kind of "suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms" artistic conception. Grandpa is like that.

into grandma's life, the corners of her mouth hooked up a happy smile. In fact, grandpa knows that grandma's smile is directly proportional to the number of pear blossoms.

Two figures often appear in the pear blossom forest, snuggling together, and the woman's mouth says "Thank you for giving me the love of the garden", only to see the corners of the man's mouth rise, raising a piece of happiness.

That year, my grandfather was gone, and the pear blossoms never bloomed so luxuriantly, and most of the time they were only scattered on the branches. Grandma's smile was also locked in a box and no one could find the key.

It's spring again, and grandma's smile suddenly becomes more frequent, and she keeps nagging, "The spring breeze is coming, the pear blossoms are blooming, and you're coming back." "At the end of spring, grandma goes. That spring, the pear garden was full of pear blossoms, and it was still as pure and happy as it was back then.

I still remember my grandmother looking out the window when she was leaving.

The kind of laughter that I don't understand.

Grandma and Grandpa were buried in the Pear Blossom Forest. When I went to worship this year, the pear blossoms were full again. I knelt in front of my grandmother's grave and whispered, "Grandma, look, the spring breeze is coming, and the pear blossoms are blooming again." "A warm breeze blows, bringing with it the scent of flowers and laughter.

Later, I learned that the pear blossoms did not bloom in those years, just because of the lack of the "spring breeze".

The spring breeze blows the pear blossom tree, by whose will, looking back suddenly, and seeing the pear like snow, people still love it, pay attention to the field!

It's really windy today! After school, I rode my bike, kept my head down, and pedaled forward. Approaching the intersection of the Peace Road, he knocked a peasant old man who was counting money while walking, and the handful of RMB in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

I hurriedly jumped out of the car, trying to pick up the money for the old man quickly, but it was too late, and the money scattered on the ground had been blown up by the whistling north wind, and they were flying in all directions.

At this moment, I saw passers-by running in the direction of the money drifting away, and some shouted: "The money is gone, grab it!" Suddenly, the whole intersection boiled.

This sudden situation surprised the old man, and then he patted his thigh anxiously and said: "The wind blows people and robs people, how can I get this, and the money will be gone again".I wanted to say a few words of comfort, but what should I say?

It didn't take long for the wind to seem to subside, and the people who "grabbed the money" also came to the old man from all directions, handing over the "robbed" money to the old man one by one. The old man was overjoyed and kept nodding his head to everyone.

People gathered around the old man and repeatedly asked him to count the money with concern. It could be seen that the old man was a little embarrassed, and counted with a trembling hand, and there were people next to him to help count. After counting, I saw that the old man hesitated slightly, and then counted again.

It's still twenty-six. The old man looked up at the people around him with questioning eyes, and said half-to himself, "No......Before the old man finished speaking, a schoolboy wearing a red scarf rushed to shout:

Who hasn't sent the money yet! The old man hurriedly continued, "Not less, but more."

How can it be more? Are you mistaken? "That's right, I can count it clearly at home, it's obviously twenty-five, all of them are five yuan a piece".

People looked at each other in bewilderment. The schoolboy shouted again: "Who sent more?"

As soon as the words fell, I saw a middle-aged woman say embarrassedly: "It's mine, I took a five-yuan bill and was going to the store to buy something, just now I patronized to help the old man 'grab money', I forgot the money I still held in my hand, and handed it over to the old man together".After saying that, the crowd erupted in a burst of cheerful and hearty laughter.

There are statues of Lei Feng, Lenin, Li Shizhen, Einstein and other statues on both sides of the path, which makes me feel in awe. On both sides of the trail are basketball courts and six table tennis tables, and a few lively and cute students on the left are sweating and chasing each other for a basketball, and there are a few cheering and cheering students next to them. On the playground on the right there are teachers and students exercising.

On the edge of the playground, there was a table tennis table full of spectators.

Classmates who fought and played. It turned out that the teaching building I saw was actually the teachers' office building, and there were two larger buildings across this building that were our teaching building, and there was a loud reading sound from several classrooms, and one of the second floors on the left was my classroom. I was ecstatic to see the spacious and bright classrooms.

I seem to prefer the large garden in the middle of the two floors. I walked briskly into the garden of birds and flowers, and the fragrance of osmanthus came to my nose, and the branches of the osmanthus tree were full of yellow osmanthus flowers, like bright stars in the sky. The garden fence is surrounded by pomegranate trees, as if to welcome students who come to learn knowledge, and in the dense woods, there are many unknown small flowers, because autumn comes, some flowers and leaves begin to change color, and birdsong is heard from time to time in the woods.

Oh, and there is a rockery in the middle of the garden standing in the pond**, like a fairy bathing.

The article is very well written, very beautiful, fantastic.

Mother's greeting card.

That was many years ago. At that time, he was just 20 years old, and he went to a certain city in the south to do business, but he didn't expect that the business was completely lost, not to mention the loss of money, and the debts were high, and he didn't even have the money to go home.

The Spring Festival is coming, he thought about it and thought, and wrote the last letter to his mother saying that if he doesn't go home during the Spring Festival, he may never come back, please cherish the old man and forget about his uncompetitive son. His mother, who was far away in the remote countryside of the north, wept for a long time when she received his letter of despair and despair. In this world, what she cares about most is this only son, who is her soul.

The mother found the neighbor's child, took out a yellowed greeting card from the drawer, asked the child to write it for her, and wrote a message on the greeting card crookedly: Child, if you don't go home, Mom doesn't want to live anymore. My mother rushed to the town dozens of miles on crutches and threw the greeting card into the green painted mailbox of the town's small post office.

It was snowing so hard that day! The wind was blowing, and from the village to the town, my mother fell a few times, and the snow was so heavy that it almost wrapped my mother into a snowman.

When he was fine, he often stared silently at his mother's greeting card, and his eyes often welled up with tears. For the mother, and even more so for those whose names he still did not know, perhaps, for the hearts that shone with love between them!

Love is something that will not be forgotten.

When you don't pay attention to the lecture in class, when you cross the street and run a red light, when you are sick, there is always someone who reminds you what to do and what not to do. Life relies on these constant reminders to set yourself right. plays a vital role in our lives.

Family affection is everywhere, we live in the base camp of family affection every day, there are relatives at home, there is affection at home, parents care for us all the time, at the same time, it also reminds us that although we live with our parents every day, but usually they work and we study, there are few opportunities to talk, but my mother gets up early with me every morning, makes breakfast for me to eat, and when I start to leave for school, it is inevitable to say: "Be careful on the road, don't play around at school, and study hard." Although I have heard this sentence countless times, it has become a kind of nagging for me, but this kind of nagging is a kind of love for a mother to her children after all, we can hear this kind of life reminder is already a kind of greatest happiness, in this Wenchuan ** There are many children who have lost their parents, and they can no longer hear the reminder from their family.

As the saying goes, "a teacher for a day, a father for life", the teachers who live with us in school often remind us, they ask us to learn cultural knowledge in the classroom, tell us how to be a moral, cultured and civilized person, when we are in class, if you make small movements, the teacher will save you enough face to remind you.

These bits and pieces of reminders come from life, and these reminders from life will be like a bright light in the harbor in the dark night, guiding you into a normal life track! It is these quiet reminders that reduce the mistakes we make in life, and while being reminded, we must also care and remind others, so that our lives will become better.

The first snow of 2009.

Outside the window, everything is quiet, and the bright moonlight looks at the earth affectionately like a child's clear eyes. I'm sleeping on the ground. When the first rays of morning light appeared in the sky, Li Min came to visit us.

Although my dreams were disturbed by the annoying alarm clock, and I reluctantly opened my eyelids as heavy as iron, I would not admit defeat so completely. I'm still snuggling up in my cosy cabin, enjoying it. However, the good times did not last long, I had just gotten rid of the entanglement of the alarm clock, and under the threat of time, I had to be forced to leave the warm bed like my mother's arms to face the cold and unforgiving outdoors.

As soon as I left the house, I immediately had a crush on time and alarm clocks. I even felt grateful to them and was glad that I didn't resist them.

Outdoors, what is it in the sky that is dancing gracefully like catkins? It is an osmanthus flower that falls from the osmanthus tree in the Moon Palace; It's the leftover popcorn that the moon rabbit eats; It's the lovely dandelion seeds that are riding the wind; Or is it a little elf turned into a cloud that has come down to play with me? No, it's not, it's snow!

It was the first snow of 2009! The snow was so white and pure, like a jade butterfly flying in the air, circling, dancing its charming figure! The whole world is immersed in artistic enjoyment.

The snow, falling heavier and heavier, dense and numerous, flew like feathers in the sky, and fell leisurely on the fields like cotton, like cotton candy, which made me feel happy. Outside the window, the snow is falling, just like a flower fairy sprinkled with petals in the world, creating a flower petal rain in the world, making the whole world so comfortable and ......

I want to be a happy bird.

Mengmeng, brush the pot for me! "It's Mom's voice. I always thought that only mothers are the best for their children in the world, but now I understand, really!

Dad kisses daughter, mom kisses son. I'm already a junior high school student, but I don't have the freedom I wanted.

Mom, I'll go out for a while! ”

What are you going to do, come back to me! It's just going crazy with your friends all day long, and you don't study?! ”

In this way, I originally agreed with my friend, but I was rejected by my mother.

My life is always not free, and if I want to play with my classmates, I have to get my mother's permission. When I was tired of studying and wanted to play, my mother would say, "You can study for me!" ”

Gradually, I could guess my mother's words one by one, and I stopped saying anything to her, and my relationship with my mother became estranged. In my mother's eyes, studying is always the most important, no matter what, she always sees my grades, and never sees my efforts, always studying, making me start to hate studying, my grades have been in the top 10 in the class, she always wants me to be in the top 5, there is pressure on studying, how can I still study well?!

I once thought that looking at the birds flying around in the sky, I longed to be as free as a bird and could arrange my own life, and I, like a bird in a cage, looked at the sky, but I couldn't reach it, I always imagined that one day, I flew out of the "cage", what would it be like?

Perhaps, this is the voice of many children, they all yearn for freedom, they are already a junior high school student, but they are still like a baby, I can only choose to whisper to you in my essay, but I don't have the courage to face it hard in life.

I want to be a happy bird.

Brief comment: Poor kid can't help it When you grow up, you'll know.

I can't experience the happiness of "good rain knows the season", I can't think about the sadness of "mountains and seas, fireworks, spring rain and sunny weather", and I can't help but feel the sorrow of "autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn people", but I can't help but be moved by the free and unrestrained "young man listening to the rain in the attic, red candles and dim tents".

I like rain, especially spring rain, she does not have the majesty of summer rain, the melancholy of autumn rain, and the biting bones of winter rain, but gently, softly, and delicately, giving people enjoyment and intoxication

The rain, dripping and dripping, gently hit the ground, like a benevolent mother, kissing her child, and the slanting rain left its own crystal traces in the sky, for only one point, to prove that she was so pure, so beautiful. Happy people may not be able to appreciate the melancholy of the rain, but they seem to slowly store this melancholy in their hearts to comfort the future weeping. Sorrowful people may not be able to experience the joy of swaying water, but they seem to want to take this sweet heart as a happy memory.

I love the rain and I like to listen to it, especially in the night. The rain in the night is the spirit of darkness and the tears of the sky. Listen, the tick on the glass is the sky telling.

Standing in front of the window, looking at the sky, looking at the sparse and not dazzling little starlight, listening with your heart, feeling with your heart, you will find that it turns out that the ordinary rain is not ordinary, it turns out that there is a mystery hidden behind the transparent rain, it turns out that listening to the rain is also a kind of enjoyment, and it turns out that the rainy day is so beautiful!

I love the rain and I love to watch it. Look at the delicacy of the spring rain, so that all things in heaven and earth are revived; Look at the heroism of the summer rain, let all things in heaven and earth thrive; Look at the free and easy autumn rain, so that all things in heaven and earth are fruitful; Look at the coldness of the winter rain, so that the life of all things in heaven and earth is stronger. Look at the transparency and purity of the rain, the rain, like crystals, like pearls, does not tolerate a little impurity, nor can it tolerate any flaws.

In my opinion, being a human being should also be like rain, since you have come to the world, you should contribute to society and others, you should let your limited life shine with infinite brilliance, and you should be as pure as rain. Therefore, if you can "understand" the rain, then you have also learned how to behave.

Oh, the rain is so wonderful. It's nice to have a rainy day!