A short narrative essay for junior high school 300 words or less 10

Unforgettable at first sight.

The past events in life are like colorful shells, sprinkled on the beach of memory, and the cheerful scene of Children's Day is the most brilliant shell, which I will never forget for a long time.

That morning, I woke up early, like a bird that had just come out of the cage, and came to school with a happy mood, and as soon as I entered the classroom, I was stunned by the sight in front of me, the blackboard latte art was colorful, and my eyes were glazed. Next is the "Childlike Flying, Reading Meeting", the students are all in high spirits, and we won thunderous applause from the audience after reciting the "Song of the Seven Sons: Hong Kong and Chinese Teenagers".

Immediately afterwards, the charity sale began, and there were a lot of people downstairs, and I looked around, and suddenly, my eyes stayed on a little mouse, "Ah, it's so cute!" "I look at **, but it costs 5 yuan, I touch my pocket, only 7 yuan, what should I do, what can I buy for 2 yuan? Thinking of this, I approached the little sister who sold the little mouse as if I was flattering, and said coquettishly:

Little sister, can you do my sister a favor? Will you just sell me the little mouse for 3 yuan? "No, I can't.

She refused, "Little sister, please." "After my stalking, I finally got the nod of my little sister's agreement. I guess I think I'm too annoying!

Later, I bought another 4 yuan doll.

Every time I open the floodgates of memory, the joyful scenes of Children's Day are presented in front of my eyes.

Everyone has had the third year of junior high school and mine.

The third year of junior high school is very special, and some people will ask why my junior high school is special! The answer is very simple, that is, I belong to the third year of junior high school.

There were less than three months to go before I was going to sprint, and I was unprepared, and I was an inferior student from the first to the second year of junior high school.

Someone once told me that if you don't work hard, you'll have nothing, and I know that, but I just don't want to do it. The most critical year of the third year of junior high school is that everyone is studying intensely, the class has a tense atmosphere, the third year of junior high school is very bitter, I feel from this "bitterness" is not the joy of suffering, but the suffering of suffering! In any case, the teacher-student friendship that I have now; The friendship I have now.

Because I know that after the end of the third year of junior high school, there will be a major turning point in my life, whether it is good or bad, I don't know yet, I want to work hard, but it doesn't work, I must use practical actions to show my efforts. If not for anything else, but for yourself, you have to work hard.

Deep in memory, none.

The source of the past is like a little star in the sky, twinkling bai. and like a branch.

The lotus flowers on the head of the du are in full bloom. It is like the dao notes of the music, beating

When I was a child, my grandmother's house was a small village with beautiful mountains and rivers, and I grew up in this small mountain village day by day. I still remember that my grandmother accompanied me to cool off on a sultry summer night, and the breeze under the fan accompanied me to sleep. I still remember my grandmother holding my little hand, wading through the clear village stream, catching a playful little fish, and picking ...... from the apple treeThe sweetest apple, the most beautiful pear, the reddest strawberry, and the most fragrant melon have all become my exclusive.

Eat! It's fragrant! A loving smile.

Oh, grandma's love accompanies me through the happiness of the summer.

Elementary school. Outside the classroom, snow was blowing and goose feathers were falling from the sky. Crowds of people after school flocked to the school gates.

Grandma squeezed through the cracks and put on a thick down jacket coat for me, "Hurry up, don't freeze!" Her big warm hands pulled me across the street and through the crowd. The warmth of the palm of the hand surged to my heart.

Don't run, the road is slippery! There was a kind admonition behind him.

Oh, grandma's love, accompany me through the bitter cold of winter.

In junior high school, the night sky was dotted with starlight, accompanied by the lights of thousands of homes, just like my grandmother's blinking affectionate eyes, accompanying me into the house. On the steaming dining table, the big bowl is crowded with a small basin, and the silver bowl is next to the bamboo chopsticks, which is a pair of skillful hands of my grandmother, serving me a delicious dish fragrant rice, "Eat slowly, don't choke!" A loving smile sparkled with love.

Oh, grandma's love, accompany me through the fulfillment of autumn.

Lyrical narratives are generally written about your true story, and the subject matter is easy to find, think for yourself!

During the summer vacation, I went with my father and mother to see the beautiful scenery of Sanya, Hainan.

We took a dinghy to Sanya, Hainan, and as soon as I got there, my heart was very happy, as sweet as honey, and my words became very sweet.

There, we went to many places, but also went to the zoo, botanical garden, etc., in the blink of an eye, time flies really fast, in the afternoon, we came to the largest supermarket in Sanya, bought a lot of delicious and fun, Sanya fruit is so much! ......Before we knew it, it was already five o'clock, and I said to my father, "Dad, let's go see the sunset, okay!"

Dad happily promised me". When I came in the morning, I didn't see the sunrise over the sea, and now I just watched the sunset. We've never seen the sea before, so isn't it just right to watch the sunset over the sea in Sanya this time?

So, I went to the beach with my dad and mom, and we sat on the beach and waited for the sun to go down. After a while, we slowly saw the sun shine through the earth, the rooftops, and the treetops. My eyes hurt to see it, the sun is like Nezha's circle of divine fire, but after waiting for more than half an hour, the sun began to slowly decrease, and I was able to see it, so I ate with my father and mother while watching the sun set, and I took a lot of photos on the beach.

In the blink of an eye, the round sun turned red, and at this time, I seemed to see seven colors of light, and the sun changed so fast, one moment it was red, and the other time it was purple.

The sun went down, and slowly lowered its beautiful curtain on the sea, leaving its beautiful, stripped gold edge on the seashore.

I really want to see it more like the sunset, but I can't see how it falls yet. This is the first time I've seen this beautiful view! I will never forget it, because it was the first time I saw the sea and the first time I saw this beautiful sunset.

Students, let's go to the sea and watch the sunset together!

A diary about the second year of junior high school.