The sweetness bitterness that can t be said in high school narratives

Graduation, indescribably bitter and sweet.

Xiao Xiao Huangye closed the window, pondering the past and setting up the remnant sun. The gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of tea, which was only common at that time. - Inscription.

Leaning on the window and listening to the rain, the thin and cool dye the heart, the breeze and drizzle, and the surging is the wet feelings. In the silhouette of time, how much melancholy has the past? The four seasons are changing, the cycle is changing, who is passing by whom? It's been graduation season year after year.

Time flies, and before you know it, June has quietly arrived. June is a hot summer, the advent of the high school entrance examination and the college entrance examination, the realization of their ideals after hard work, and the indescribable bitter and sweet graduation season.

Graduation, for the third year of junior high school and the third year of high school, is both exciting and tearful. I spent three good years in a class, and everyone has already become a family, helping each other and getting along in harmony. When the graduation bell rang, you and I "held hands and looked at each other with tears in our eyes", and the flowers danced from the clouds, overflowing with emotion.

The pipa broke the strings and cut the intestines, and woke up in tears.

In May and June, the sun sets very late, and a ray of sunlight penetrates into the classroom. The graduating students are still working hard in the classrooms, and the days of playing on the playground and strolling in the alleyways of the campus are long gone. What they were given was stacks of exercises, book after book of study materials.

When the sweat of hard work no longer drips, when the joy of success appears on people's faces. We all know that graduation is done. After graduation, I bid farewell to a period of innocent youth, a period of youth and frivolity, and an era full of illusions.

Is this season a carnival, a confusion, or something else? Do you say goodbye to yourself and have a good trip, or do you quietly tell yourself that everything is indifferent?

Graduation, there are sweet and bitter. In the summer of junior high school and high school, which was blown by the wind and "baked" by the sun, they were about to graduate. The students who used to work hard in the same classroom are leaving, and they will say goodbye to the familiar school, familiar classmates, and familiar living habits.

This scene is like a splendid clip art, connected into a movie that is about to close. I let go of our joys and sorrows, record our youth and past, and also witness our emotions and growth.

Milan Kundera said: "To gather is to say goodbye. "All friends are there to raise a glass for the past days and emotions, for the separation and sentimentality of the future.

Those absurd, funny, melancholy, flying, angry, joyful, and incomparably happy times are gone, and those unbridled happiness, I don't think there will ever be again.

Maybe there aren't many things to remember, but at least this memory is deep enough Whether you feel the same way from afar? The ups and downs of growing up, A moment to share, When I sing the song you wrote again, It's like going back to that day.

Narrative is like this, to write a good narrative, we must keep in mind the three elements of the narrative, you can also flashback, or straight to the point, or set up suspense, setting up suspense is the best way for readers to read step by step, but the storyline must be ups and downs in order to arouse the reader's interest in reading, the subject matter should be novel, there are highlights, the details should be appropriate, the language is fluent, the logic works, etc., you must have an outline.

Continue to play, it's good to say it's good to write, and it's good to write if you grasp the six elements, time, place, people, and events, but it's not easy to write and it's not easy to write, because it's easy to write into a running account, so it's easy to write before continuing or for people who will write. It's very easy, but for people who can't write, it's very painful, because if you don't pay attention to it, you can write it as a journal or write off topic.

High school narrative essays, that really grasp the new ideas in the six elements. The meaning and function of the sentence are fine.

No matter who you are, you will encounter some setbacks, some difficulties, and some misfortunes in your life. But if we have the determination and courage to overcome it, as if we first taste the bitter taste and then reap the sweet fruit, it will make people feel as sweet as honey, sweet to the heart.

I remember when I was a kid in the first grade in my hometown. Approaching the New Year's Day, the school stipulates that each class selects one or two students to perform on stage. "Piano", "Chess", "Book", "Painting" can be anything.

When I heard the news, I jumped three feet high, and I couldn't wait for New Year's Day to be able to perform on stage. I was immediately afraid to go to the teacher's place and register. When I heard that the teacher had chosen me, I smiled sweeter than honey.

But I've been practicing for a few days, and I'm not very proficient in the songs I want to sing, either I can't sing well here or there, and I don't feel satisfied at all when I hear it. I heard that another classmate learned faster than me, sang more accurately than me, and could already sing a song. I don't even know half of it, and I've been learning for so long.

Come to think of it, I really regret signing up in the first place; I regret learning such a difficult song; I regret that I can't play with my classmates in order to learn songs, and I really want to give up and stop singing. Save my classmates from saying that I can't sing well. The teacher saw me and said anxiously

Wu Tianping! If you practice like this, when will you be able to practice until the end! When you sing, don't think about how another classmate sings, and don't think about what your classmates think of you, if you try your best to practice seriously, the teacher believes that you will succeed!

So I listened to the teacher's words and practiced seriously. My throat hurts and I am dumb. The teacher persuaded me to write for a few days, I secretly practiced gently at home, practiced in the morning, practiced in the evening, practiced between classes, and practiced singing in addition to doing homework when I went home, and asked my mother to buy medicine for my throat, and when my throat recovered, I continued to practice tirelessly.

As time passed, my singing became better and better, and I was really indescribably happy. On New Year's Day, I can perform again. When I walked on the stage, my face turned red all of a sudden, and I was so scared that I didn't know how to sing when I saw hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at me in unison.

Occasionally, when I saw the teacher's kind face and trusting gaze, my heart suddenly settled and I sang to the rhythm. The audience fell silent all of a sudden. Some of them listened to me quietly, and some of them watched to the beat of my song.

The more I sing my songs, the better they become. When I finished singing, I didn't expect a burst of warm applause from the audience, and the applause lasted for a long time. Praise and encouragement continued, and some students even loudly asked for another song.

I'm sorry. The hard work of the past was thrown out of the sky at once.

Oh, yes! Only when you have eaten bitter first can you know the taste of sweetness. A beautiful rainbow is born after a thunderstorm. Let's remember! The sun is always after the storm!

The taste of growth.

The annual ring of time has quietly turned sixteen springs and autumns, and the silk thread of life has also been pulled for sixteen years. I grew up unconsciously, but after I realized it, I realized ......

is no longer the little girl who clamored for her mother to tell a story, she will not cry for a doll, but often see herself gradually taking off her childish coat in the mirror, thinking about how to stop her mother and father from worrying too much. The taste of growth is understanding.

I no longer shake my little head and sing "Little Gong" with a childlike voice like before, but I am often moved to tears by "Erquan Reflecting the Moon", and I feel the sad and desolate life thoughts left to me by the blind A Bing. The taste of growth is to understand life.

No longer deliberately writing two typos in the workbook to test the teacher's eyesight, but often full of gratitude for the teacher's gray hair, wrinkles on the forehead, and chalk-stained fingers. The teacher's earnest teaching and tireless help gave me a deeper understanding of "the spring silkworm dies to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry". So there is no distraction, forgetting the sea of books, bowing to the case, and working hard until dawn.

The taste of growth is gratitude and reward.

I no longer fight with my classmates for a disagreement, but I often drink a cup of steaming Kuding tea in the dead of night, look at the deep blue night sky, calm my impetuous heart, count the stars and fall asleep with my dreams. The taste of growth is maturity.

The taste of growth is that a small seedling on the ground longs to grow into a towering tree.

The taste of growth is that a swimming fish in the sea is eager to jump over the dragon gate and swim in the sea.

The taste of growth is that a little bird in the sky longs to fly high and high freely, and the sea of clouds is at your disposal.

The taste of growth, experience it yourself. The taste that seemed sweet and sour, spicy and salty, sad and happy, sentimental and sentimental, haunted me after sixteen springs and autumns, sixteen years, and then immersed in my soul, forever, forever ......

Chai, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar tea, sweet and sour, bitter and spicy, with different tastes. But growing up brings them together to create the most delicious and memorable dishes!

The taste of growing up is the saltiness that flows with sweat!

In the middle of summer in September, the sun is scorching. On the playground, we wore thick camouflage uniforms, stood in a standard military posture, and met new challenges with an incomparably strong will. Yes, we have grown into a junior high school student.

Look, under the scorching sun, sweat flowed wantonly, condensing clouds on everyone's backs. The harshness of the training also made our eyes wet again and again, and the sweat and tears mixed with it got into our mouths, salty and astringent. But when we won the award, we were deeply satisfied and happy.

That's when I learned that growing up is salty.

The taste of growth is the spicy circle on the roll!

The roll fell like a snowflake in my hand, the cold doubt passed from my hand to my heart, and the bright red mismarks gave me a fatal blow, just like a chili pepper, the pain of eating it was unbearable. After handing out the papers, the teacher called me to the office, and the waiting storm turned into a gentle and concerned comment: this question should be done this way, and this question should be done that way, the teacher patiently helped me explain, and kept circling the test papers, which brightened my frustrated heart.

It turns out that the taste of growing up is spicy, full of energy but endless aftertaste.

The taste of growth is as warm and sweet as milk!

The arrival of the third year of junior high school brought me endless pressure and inspired me to work hard. Every night in the house, I meditated and confronted one problem after another. But outside the house, there are worried and relieved parents, who have worked hard to accompany them, and they melt their love into a glass of warm milk.

When I was tired, I savored it, and the sweetness warmed my heart and aroused my courage to fight. It turns out that the taste of growing up is sweet, and it is the warm love of parents.

In fact, the best taste in the world is the ups and downs experienced in the process of growing up. Growth makes me know that hard work is rewarded, growth allows me to meet selfless teachers, and growth makes me feel the warm love of my parents. As long as you grow up, no matter what you experience, it must be the most beautiful!

Growth, it's a familiar word, everyone is growing, growing all the time. Growth can be varied, we can grow when we are educated, we can grow when we know our mistakes, and we can grow under the tempering of difficulties. Therefore, growth is full of ups and downs.

Sour is something that everyone has accepted when they are growing up. When criticized by a teacher; When being bullied by others; When I felt wronged, a sour energy came out from the bottom of my heart. Tears will also fall from the eye sockets unconsciously.

When I was wronged, I always had a support, and I went to my parents to spoil or confide in my grievances, but when I was sensible, I slowly learned to bear and face it myself. Growing up, acid also grows up, quietly no longer making people sad, as if it is far away from us.

Sweetness is a taste that everyone loves when they are growing up. The joy of success, the joy of victory, and the joy of victory are all sweetness in growth. When I was young, I always thought that having my parents to love me was happiness and sweetness, and when I opened it up, I realized that Tianzhong also had his own efforts, rather than relying on others' giving.

Therefore, Zhang Da's sweetness is more desirable, and the sweetness of his childhood is nostalgic.

Bitterness is a taste that I don't want when I grow up. Who in every student now says that they are not bitter? But in the midst of this suffering, we have also learned something gratifying. But taking suffering as pleasure and enduring hardship as pleasure is not an alternative kind of pleasure?

Spicy is the most unbearable taste of growing up. When you're having fun, if there's one thing that makes you sad right away, it's spicy. In everyone's growth, there will always be some unbearable things, such as the departure of relatives, the distance of friends due to misunderstanding, and the avoidance of classmates because of contempt, all of which make people's hearts burn, who can stand this kind of torment?

However, as a person grows, he must face and overcome these difficulties in order to restore the mind to its former state.

Growth, there are sweet and sour, bitter and spicy, but only when you grow can you truly understand the help and understanding of these ups and downs. can also know whether you have grown up and become sensible.