Writing a people-oriented narrative is to express one or more qualities of the characters through one or several things. Is there anyone you want to write about? Do you know how to write a narrative composition? The following is my 800-word high school excellent composition, hoping to provide you with reference and reference.

In two years, there are three parallel lines in the young years, which are close to each other, close to each other, snuggle up to each other and walk with each other. * * * together through a period of green years.

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Holding hands, the schoolbag is attached to the schoolbag. Every morning, when the sun hangs high in the sky and casts sunlight on the earth, there will always be such a picture: from a distance, there are three small figures, holding hands and fighting side by side on the road. What an enviable scene that lasted for two years. At that time, they were still in the fifth grade of primary school. At that time, their brains were full of happiness. At that time, they all thought that as long as three people went to school together, they would never leave.

None of them remember how they met. Everyone thinks it must be fate, so that she, who is a little quiet, and a little lively, and a little noisy, meet unconsciously and go through a period of youth unconsciously.

Every time they go to school, the three of them never leave. Whether it's going to the toilet or cleaning the classroom, jumping rubber bands or playing ball games, they will always be together, and even if playing games has to be divided into two sides, they will always play one side carefully. At that time, they were the most carefree, at that time, they were the most simple and lovely, and all three people were filled with smiles.

Three people are still together when they come home from school. If someone wants to clean the classroom, the other two people will always wait for their peers or help clean it, and then walk out of the classroom and campus happily with their schoolbags on their backs. When we arrive at our respective homes, we will always visit other homes. Every time one of them has something good, he always takes it out and shares it with three people. It's nice to be together. At that time, they knew how to share, and at that time, they knew how to cherish friendship.

There will always be some unhappiness between anyone, and the three of them are no exception. One, always thinking more, also said something about separation and retreat; A person who knows a little about what she is thinking can always guess her mind and give her warmth; There is another one, very quiet and attractive. Although she thinks a little too much, which makes the three of them a little unhappy, because the other two understand her and make allowance for her, after they are unhappy, the three of them are happy little _ _. That's understanding, that's companionship, that's everything, and it moves them.

At that time, they were really very happy to meet each other, and they firmly believed that the three of them would be like three closely adjacent parallel lines, and they would never walk through that youthful years together.

Many times, we just need to believe, believe everything, believe that we will not be unfamiliar, and believe that time will not be ruthless.

Excellent high school composition 800 words (2) lush years, sunny. Courage comes from struggle, and courage is cultivated in tenacious resistance to difficulties every day. Our youth motto is courage and tenacity; Is to remove all obstacles.

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Life has given us a great and infinitely noble gift, that is, youth: youth full of strength, expectation, willingness, ambition, hope and confidence in seeking knowledge and struggle. Recently, I learned a story from my classmates. Maybe some of them have heard it. ...

April, a season of warm spring in bloom; Eighteen years old, should be a stable age, but fate played a huge joke on Wang Zhonghuan, a student of HP Senior Middle School 1 (1). The sea of danger, doubt and denial surrounds people's island, and faith inspires people to face the unknown future bravely. He was born with Hirschsprung's disease and had a large intestine incision at the age of 7. For a long time, because he understands the financial difficulties of his family, Wang Zhonghuan has always believed that knowledge can change his destiny, which is the spiritual pillar to support his struggle against illness! Therefore, he cherishes every learning opportunity and his grades are among the best. No matter how hard life is, he always holds a good yearning for the future and keeps working hard. The most beautiful decoration of youth should be courage!

On the seventh day of the first month of this year, Wang Zhonghuan was dying of acute intestinal diseases. After several days of rescue by doctors, Wang Zhonghuan was temporarily out of danger, but he spent all his savings at home. "I hope to go back to school as soon as possible" is what he said the most. We are all students, but now, he can only live in the intensive care unit and wait for observation. He lives by injecting a lot of nutrient solution, plasma and antibiotics. Spending nearly 5,000 yuan a day is undoubtedly a great limit for such a family that only relies on his father's income. What he said was lost but not desperate, depressed but not decadent. Despite suffering from illness, Wang Zhonghuan still hopes to return to school and change the future through his own efforts! Youth is a common name, it is happy and beautiful, but it is also full of hard training.

Whoever has bravely experienced the baptism of the fire of youth is not afraid of the frost in his later years.

Dictionary of youth, words without difficulties, spoken youth, language without obstacles; Only when you know how to leap forward, only when you know how to fly, only when you know your own free spirit, exotic thoughts, keen intuition and vivid life, can you create an environment and conquer history.

In the long river of history, some crafts and cultures are moving forward silently, and the name "craftsman" is getting farther and farther away from us.

Once I asked my sister if she knew how to make popcorn, but she actually told me that it was fried with beans, which really made me laugh and cry. When I was a child, I tried to show her how to make popcorn, but she didn't understand.

It may be late autumn or winter. I am doing my homework on the balcony. It was already late at night, and when I heard a bang, I looked up and bowed my head, only to see that the sunset had set and the sunset glow was red. There is an old man popping popcorn by a deciduous tree downstairs. Now think about it, what kind of artistic conception it is! I put down my pen and rushed to find my mother. My mother found a bag and put some rice on it. I don't think it is enough. People crowded around the old man's stall in twos and threes. After every noise, there are all kinds of sounds under the fairly quiet tree: children's laughter, the sound of plastic bags, and the sound of women bargaining. After a while, I calmed down again. I was so happy, so happy.

It's my turn. I'll watch carefully. In my opinion, it is really a miracle to turn hard rice into crispy popcorn! The old man poured rice into the stove and pulled out a spoonful of sugar from the black box next to him. I hope he can put more, so he shakes the handle again and again. The coal under the stove burned red. I like to stand closer, so the old man will talk to me and we will talk about something. After a while, he will shout, "It's going to explode-"and I will cover my ears and run to my mother. "Bang-"is like a muffled thunder. In my opinion, it is even more wonderful than fireworks.

The combination of rice and sugar has become the taste of my childhood, and the air has become so sweet. I like to dig out popcorn by hand and put in two bags, which is as interesting as a pile of sand. After paying the money, my mother carried a bag in one hand and the mouth of the bag was steaming. I always reach for one. First, I ate it bite by bite, and finally I stuffed a whole mouth, full of satisfaction and joy. If you change to something rare, such as chocolate, only a small piece at a time can bring such satisfaction.

After returning home, I untied the bag, simply buried my whole face in popcorn, chewed a few mouthfuls, and it was still warm, with a strong aroma between my nose. My mother saw it and yelled, "What are you doing!" As long as I look up and there is a little snow on my mouth, nose tip and eyelashes, my mother will laugh.

Looking back on these childhood happiness now, I still have a pen in my hand, and the scenery downstairs is more different. How can it not make people sad?

Excellent composition in senior high school 800 words (4) Wind, silence, blowing green earth; Love, silence, nourish the soul; Family, endless, concerned about life.

Taste affection and find mellow sweetness; Taste affection and discover soul and glory; Taste the affection and understand the trust and love in it.

It was late at night, and I was writing at my desk. The light outside the window is getting darker and darker, and the sleepy man is urging me again. Seeing that there is too much homework, I can't go to work until tomorrow. At this moment, my mother appeared in front of me with a plate of freshly washed apples. "Tingting, eat an apple to refresh yourself. Go to bed early when you are finished. " "Well, mom, you go to sleep first!" At this time, affection is a plate of apples, savor it carefully, and a wisp of fragrance lingers around you. Wide palms are in the air, and the air is filled with the smell of coffee. I closed my eyes, and I knew I was wrong.

Tears left from the corner of my eyes. I shouldn't have done so badly in the exam, but I haven't felt pain for a long time. My father said to me, "Go back inside." His tone is full of disappointment, but there are also all kinds of love. Affection is a cup of strong coffee, and there is also sweet sugar in bitterness. Every time in the country, grandma always makes a native chicken. When a delicious large plate of chicken was served and we ate meat with relish, grandma put potatoes in it. I said, "Grandma, have some meat". Grandma smiled and said, "I am old and have no teeth to eat meat." Please eat more. " Affection is a big plate of delicious chicken, savor it carefully, and there is sweetness in it. What grandpa needs after supper is a glass of white wine. At this time, my favorite thing is to make wine for grandpa. Grandpa smiled and said, "When the grandson grows up, he will know how to honor his grandfather."

Affection is a glass of hard liquor, savored carefully, with mellow inside. Emotion is a guitar that is carried obliquely. The deeper you love, the more you can touch your heartstrings. Affection is a long line, no matter where you are, it always holds your hand tightly; Family is a ray of sunshine, which gives you warmth when you are most helpless. Taste the family, the true meaning of life is in it; Taste the affection, the meaning of smile is in it; Taste the family, and the beauty of spring is in it. Savor it.

800 words (5) For the rain and dew, the earth always returns with beauty. He is not the parent in the corner of the classroom, but he is better than his parents. What did we get in return?

There is always such a person in junior high school. He will always be behind us, quietly paying in the last corner of the classroom. Only for the quiet in class, only for the students to gain more knowledge.

He always acts as the monitor in the corner.

When we are in class, he always looks up from time to time and scans every corner, from left to right and from right to left. Only when he saw all his classmates sitting upright, listening attentively and taking notes attentively, did he feel at ease and keep his head down and busy with his work.

He always has a pair of ears in the corner.

Our class has been a huge family with more than 70 students since the first grade. There are mountains of homework to correct every day, but he can always finish it on time. Because of that number, the last desk in the classroom is also used as a desk. He is always busy correcting homework there. As long as any classmate makes noise in class, he will immediately focus on the source of the noise, and sometimes go up to his classmates to warn him. The students dare not make any more noise.

He always hides sweat in the corner.

In class, I will occasionally be disobedient. I secretly looked at that corner, and that figure was always busy. I always feel that my figure is always full of energy. But even careless students occasionally hear his cough. After all, he is not "King Kong". He will get sick and feel tired, but no one hears his complaints.

The figure in the corner, because it is him, our most beloved class teacher, will leave a deep imprint on the students' hearts and let them remember that figure.

He is not the radiant sun in the corner, but he is the only light that shines on us; He is not Lei Feng, but he has done a lot for us silently. He is not a perpetual motion machine, but he persisted in that corner for three years. In the days when we don't know, I don't know how long he can hold on.

That figure is no longer just in that corner, but has lived in our hearts.

The students recently sent a talk about him, which was reprinted more than 70 times, all of which reflected their yearning for him.

He in the corner will live in my heart forever.

Years later, I wonder if you will remember me, or who will watch you tear up the newspaper. Remember not to let down your best self in the best time. Now we are noisy but happy and satisfied. I'm not greedy, I just want you to be there forever. Years later, you will still be there. We will travel together, pack our bags and bring happiness and you.

I still remember when I first met you, I didn't like you. I thought we wouldn't be from the same world, but our fate was always so strange. Like a couple, we are sweet, sad, jealous and comfortable. Although I often say that you are short and fat, you should know that you are always the best, and you don't need to change, so you are the most beautiful. You will have setbacks, you will fall down, but I hope you will always send out your sunny smile and live the most different yourself. In my memory, your jumping figure and your magical smile may never be erased in my life. In another year, for our own future, we will go our separate ways, but I still hope that you, the little fat man I will always care about, care for and protect, can feel sadness in yourself. Remember to call me, I will always be by your side. I have never said anything very emotional to you, because I am not used to that kind of conversation. Maybe I can talk about my heart here. In my life, since you are here, you are not allowed to leave. I planned to write something about you a long time ago, for nothing else, to leave a thought for myself and a memory for myself. It was you who accompanied me through the best years of my life. Never underestimate your position in my heart.

After you leave us, remember to protect yourself and don't lose your temper casually, because if others can tolerate your bad temper, that person must love you very much. I have a lot to say in my heart, but I don't know what to say. Let me tell you a secret: in fact, I envy you. I think you are very popular. You can digest everyone's personality. You are very happy and beautiful. In the future, we will not be by your side. Remember not to lose the real you. Even if you lose it one day, I believe we will get it back.

Friendship is like wine, the longer the better. I hope we can watch the ebb and flow together in the future, with you and with him who doesn't know where he is. Finally, I just want to say to you: life is to live, to live, to live is easy, to live, to live differently from others, to radiate your unique light, so you are the most different.

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God wants to give me away to others, and I can't bear to say, "I don't want to leave you, I don't want to leave here, and there won't be anyone to play with me." "God hugged me and said," In that place, she will let you eat well, dress well and sleep well; She will take care of you in every way; She will protect you with her life; She will still love you like an angel. "I blinked and asked," who is that man? God looked at me and smiled: "She has a beautiful name, called Mom." "Before I ask more questions, God put me in a warm place-the arms of an angel. I opened my eyes and looked at the angel in front of me, my mother, so beautiful!

Even if the heavy rain turns the city upside down, there is always an angel around me who never leaves. Time is really an invisible thief, taking away so many wonderful times, even … my life!

I was so happy in primary school. Every day, my mother wakes me up after breakfast, then combs my hair and has breakfast with me. It's like this all year round. I was surrounded by this enjoyment until one day. "Get up, get up and eat quickly," mom said weakly, leaning against the door frame. "You ... ahem ... do you smell gas? Ahem ... "I just opened my sleepy eyes and saw my mother lying underground. "I immediately panicked, got dressed and went straight to the phone, picked up the receiver, and felt that my eyes were dark, and then I lost consciousness. I don't know how long it took, but I suddenly felt a little cold and vaguely heard someone calling me all the time. I slowly opened my eyes and saw my mother holding me all the time, and tears fell on my hands disappointedly.

Maybe mom doesn't know if I can wake up, maybe mom doesn't know if I can hear her voice, at least she didn't give up. I don't know how long I slept, maybe it was short or long, but my rebirth was only because of the call of love.

I am not excellent, I have many shortcomings, but I especially envy myself having a mother in the world. Who helps me wash my face and hands every day in order not to be infected when my fingers hurt? Who takes good care of me every time I have a fever and can't sleep well in the middle of the night? Who is happier than me when I win the prize, and who is more lost than me when I am sad? Yes, that's her! It's mom, the one I fell in love with at first sight.

She gave me two lives. She accompanied me for more than ten years, but time took away my youthful face. Looking at this face that has suffered a lot for me, I can't help feeling: Is my mother old or is she old?

I'm willing to give anything in exchange for my mother's best time.

Mom is an angel, I will take care of her!