I believe everyone will inevitably come into contact with or use composition, especially as an important classified narrative in composition. Narrative is a style with the main content of writing characters' experiences and things' development and changes. How should we write this type of composition? The following is the narrative of the flower-like days I compiled, hoping to help everyone. Narrative 1

Have you ever seen hyacinthus orientalis? I only saw that lonely flower in the flower shop. Proud head, that is, the heavy and full flower. Don't ask her why she is lonely, she is not a wild lily, and the departure of spring can only make her learn to miss the past.

do you remember the severe winter that year? I am listening to the poems read by the reciters with you, which is He Qifang's "Chengdu, Let me shake you up". We have never experienced that kind of vicissitudes, so we can only read it over and over again. Gradually, we understand a little about the poet's anxiety about the terminally ill people in the extravagant city and even the country. We both like poetry, because poetry is the most thorough soul in one's heart, and every word never appears for no reason. Do you know that?/You know what? We have Mr. He Qifang's "I Sing for Boys and Girls" in our textbook, and the sentence is very beautiful. Now, I give it to you, and you should enjoy the present, because youth is the most beautiful hymn in the world!

do you remember Haizi? That lonely wheat. I like that diary because of its mystery. I don't know where Delingha is, but Haizi said it was a desolate city in the rain. This eccentric poet left his beloved words and died so decisively, so I tell you, you should live well and live happily. If I am bored, I will face the sea with you, and spring will bloom.

Do you envy Li Bai's chic "I am the madman of the Chu country, who sang a mad song disputing Confucius"? Are you intoxicated by Xin Jiaxuan's emotional appeal of "watching wild geese fall in autumn night and ringing empty strings when drunk"? Do you have mixed feelings about Paz's Street? I know this is the happiest you, because of poetry.

I have put aside the loneliness of talking with shadows in Michelle's Lonely Meditation, because I no longer like the heavy hyacinthus orientalis. I send you Lonicera japonica Thunb, wishing your youth to bloom in poetry, and telling you with its precious flowers, remember this flower-like day, dear you-my youth. Narrative of a flower-like day 2

When Iraqis lean against the door, fireworks are easy to get cold; The red makeup is beautiful, and the ink is still there.

-Inscription

The most beautiful days in my life are flowing clouds, listening to bells and drums at dusk, talking with celebrities and finding the rules of being a man.

The sound of the years is like a river. On the left bank, we can't forget the memories; on the right bank, we can hold on to the splendid years; in the middle, the youth we left behind in a hurry flows. You can't catch the tail of time, but you can leave the best memories in your life.

on a flower-like day, we are in full bloom.

"Just a classmate and teenager, in the prime of life, a scholar with a strong spirit, reprimanded Fang Qiu." In youth, we are young and frivolous, uninhibited, do not know how to write setbacks, do not understand the meaning of failure, and write our own lives with our heads held high. In these days, we don't care too much, and we don't have to pay attention to the complexity of the world. We are our own masters by painting youth.

on a flower-like day, we are free and easy.

There is Du Fu's lofty sentiments that "the son of heaven will not come aboard, calling himself a fairy in wine", and Su Shi's "bamboo sticks and shoes are lighter than horses". Who is afraid? The optimism of a lifetime of misty rain. In youth, we are curious and rebellious. Taibai and Su Shi are our pursuits. We all sail on the boat of knowledge and set sail for the goal of life.

on a flowery day, we strive for progress.

Although we are overwhelmed by the boring study and the sea of books and mountains, and the "three-point-one-line" life is staged every day, we never give up. We have been studying hard for many years just for this last fight. At our age, we take books as our friends and titles as our companions. Even if the final result is not satisfactory, we have no regrets.

The bells of the years are jingling, the footsteps of time are ticking, the long road of time and the long journey of life. At this moment, we seem to have a feeling, because we are in the prime of life.

In the flowery days, I learned to discover and cherish. For those small knots that can't be untied in our hearts, we have learned to smile indifferently. Because I know that as long as I turn around freely, I can find new beautiful scenery.

On a flower-like day, I sometimes sigh in confusion, sometimes find myself in peace, and occasionally feel lonely.

I learned to cheer for myself when no one is cheering for me. I never fear or worry, but applaud myself bravely.

flowers bloom on the other side and fall on this side. Through Qian Shan, through the traffic, spend these days. Looking back, I can say without regret: "Young and frivolous, happy time." Narrative of Flowers-like Days 3

Chunlan, Xia Lian, Qiuju and Dongmei. As beautiful as a flower It's like water passing by, who walks slowly, like flower years.

-Inscription

There is a flower, which spreads a spring breeze and brings a bunch of sunshine, and blooms in my memory. I held it carefully for fear that it would drop the petals.

I met her on a rainy day. On that day, I forgot to bring my umbrella. While hesitating, she smiled and handed me one. That smile drifted off like the spring breeze in March, and I took it gently, and I took over six years of precious friendship.

we laugh, play and study together. We talk about everything, and there always seems to be endless words. We are better sisters than good friends. We were inseparable all day, and unconsciously, we went from weeping to cardamom together.

six years, it's not long to say, and it's not short to say. It's like a page turned gently, and a leaf floated quietly. These six years, every day is like a treasure, which is precious to me.

time flies, and it's fleeting. When the cicadas on the branches began to sing faintly, and the warblers sang in the night, a wisp of breeze was sent in summer, mixed with the sweet gardenia fragrance, and we graduated. How can a few lines in the graduation message book be told in a thousand words? So we chose to be silent like a heart. But the endless tears are unbridled.

six years, just like that. That precious friendship was carefully sealed in my memory and carefully treasured.

those days were like gardenias in full bloom, white and sweet, and the fragrance lingered in my heart forever.

Xia Chan left, ushered in the bleak autumn wind, and we all turned into warriors in armor and went to the battlefield. Began a long, tense, but fulfilling junior high school life. Those days that used to be full of bright sunshine and flowers are more and more precious to me. Whenever I feel sleepy, I don't think of these days, and my mouth will show a shallow smile.

one day, spring is still the same as that year. The sky is light and the clouds are light. Who will send brocade books in the clouds? A few lines of small letters on gardenia-scented stationery. "Are you okay? I hope that we will not change, and our friendship will not change ... "Looking up again, two lines of clear tears quietly slipped down our cheeks, speechless, but the flowers in our hearts swayed into a sea of flowers, and the breeze was Xu Lai, and the shadows were hazy and sweet.

I am safe, and so is our friendship. Yes, forever.

Some memories will fade away with the years, but in my heart, this sea of flowers will sway forever, and the sweet flowers will dance forever.

In March, the spring breeze slightly touched my face, and the green willows hung down on the shore, and my pen fell into your charm, and the drizzling water gradually blurred, which was somewhat poetic. Put pen to paper and sigh lightly to remember our friendship and the carefree days like flowers. Narrative of a flower-like day 4

If a flower can speak, its mouth is fragrant; Youth can be seen, and the shadow is self-employed; As beautiful as a flower, as water flies.

-Inscription

These days, flowers are blooming, stunning and peerless.

that sunny September, we met, and those days were like budding flowers that wanted to bloom. Start going to school together, start laughing hand in hand; The most beautiful thing about this place is blooming.

that day was like the blossoming of gardenia bathed in spring breeze. It was white and dense, fresh and fragrant, and strolled in the heart.

Time has slipped through my fingers. We have been together for a long time. We grow up with the ripples of time in mutual tolerance, trust and understanding. That little flower has also become a big one. Some are amazing, some are uneasy. Those days when we ate delicious food together, strolled the streets and Taobao Bay clearly came back to our eyes.

that day was like watering a enchanting rose in full bloom with blood, and all the people who opened it were silent and full of surprises. We used our days to write the most tenacious movement, and we will never forget it.

On a sunny April afternoon, I still think about these days and the days we walked hand in hand. Who and whose stories will be so similar, who dares to sing like this in whose fleeting time. In those days, those flowers were unparalleled, elegant and fragrant.

That day, like dancing orchids, showed the liveliness and vigor of youth, and showed the beauty and longing of those years. In an instant, the breeze was Xu Lai, the sea of flowers was surging, the fragrance was Xu Lai, and the youth was turning around.

Some memories will be buried with the passing years. If one day, we say goodbye, then there is no need to be sad. After all, in some corners of life, there will always be some weak people in tears and some puppets of all kinds. I, if we are separated, let the person "I" be buried with the petals that have passed away.

Left hand reflection; Right-handed youth.

young; Like a flower image.

falling apart in an instant; I don't know.

windy and dusty; Willow is yiyi.

if it is the current year; More elegant.

Xiao suo's smoke is stained; The grass is growing.

like a flower face; The flower language knows the string. 5

She is the head teacher of the primary school who has taught us for four years. I will never forget her pure teaching. Every exam, she was full of confidence in me, and I couldn't bear to see her disappointed. Finally, I got excellent grades, so I thought of her first.

She always likes to make us laugh. Every time she meets a difficult problem that she doesn't understand, she explains it to us with vivid and appropriate metaphors, which makes us feel more understandable. Therefore, every difficult hurdle in mathematics will be successfully crossed by us.

On graduation day, she asked us, "What do you think of the teacher?" Everyone said that she was conscientious. Although her grades in our class were not satisfactory every time, she never said that she would give up until the moment she entered the examination room. She also smiled and said to us, "Persistence is victory."

During the four years of primary school, I had no regrets when she accompanied me through those flowery days.

when I entered junior high school, I began to try to make friends with others. People of the same age often have no escape, and finally I found them. She is lively, cheerful and optimistic. She is humorous and loves to make us laugh. She is quiet, studious and stubborn. Although three years in junior high school is short, we are in the same boat together and work together to find our own victory.

I walked with them on those flowery days.

the flower-like days are scattered like petals, mixed with wisps of fragrance, and fall deep in my memory. Maybe one day, I will pick them up one by one, and then say to myself, "I won't feel lonely with their company on that flowery day." Flowering Days Narrative 6

Flowers bloom, fade, fade, and will bloom again next year, but it is not the one that bloomed last year.

I still remember those flowery days I walked through, which were short but unforgettable.

I walked with her on that flowery day.

When I was a child, she was the closest person to me, and she was my grandmother. She said that she only went to school for two nights and couldn't read. She often advised me to study hard until I grew up. When I was in kindergarten, she often came to pick me up from school. Every time I held hands with her and walked along the country road, I always laughed happily, because I had the happiest childhood with her.

hey, my little granddaughter is one year older. She always tells me that she seems to be lamenting the passage of time. I comforted her, grandma. I will never leave you. Silly child, if grandma is gone one day, you should be more sensible, you know? I am speechless, but I am secretly wiping my tears.

Now that she is over eighty, every time I see her faltering back, I will think of accompanying her through that flowery day.