Narrative essay is a kind of writing style which takes narrative as the main way of expression, and writes about the experience of characters and the development of things as the main content. Below I have organized a high school full marks essay of narrative essay for you, welcome to check!

篇一：此心安处

I know that this trip is difficult and dangerous, but I really can't let go of the children there, I think, I may come back. You should take good care of yourselves on this side, don't worry about me.

I will leave this text message and start to depart.

I leaned my heavy luggage close to my body. Searching carefully for an unoccupied seat, the compartment was filled with a stale, musty odor that I honestly thought was from a compartment that had been abandoned a few years ago. The air also smelled of children's urine and middle-aged men smoking bad cigarettes. All of these things are similar to the situation in Tibet last month. After walking for about twenty minutes, I found a peaceful place in the corner. The man on the other side of the room was so exhausted that he fell on the table. Then I opened the window to let the fresh air in. That's when I saw the familiar yet unfamiliar scenery outside. I knew that I was almost there, and that it was only a short five-hour train ride from Zigong, Sichuan to Bianba. The first time I saw this, I realized that it was just a matter of time before I was able to get to Bianba.

The children, some of whom are very young and some of whom are already twenty years old, are unable to cross the mountains because of osteoarthritis. Last month, as a teacher, I came to this poor, backward, but full of smiles, to this special school because of my one-month missionary work.

Have they grown taller? Should Nala have gained a little weight again? I thought along the usual lines, but realized I was wrong. Because of the lack of vitamins and suffering from severe osteoarthritis of the child is never tall, not fat, only the period of time of the disease is different to form the difference between short and tall. Thinking about it, I felt something in my throat and I started to choke up before I realized that the side dam had arrived.

The group of children in the sun, found a figure walking, they stared in unison, who would be? In no way did they expect it to be me, as evidenced by their stunned smiles as I walked up to them. "Teacher, you shouldn't have come back." This boy, precocious from the disaster, spoke to me in raw Chinese. I remembered that his name was Ashi and that he had been abandoned by his mother because of his illness. He whispered to me that they never expected to have teachers because they always came for a month and then left, never to return. It was then that I told him, "No, at least not me."

Yes, how could I leave. I like the blue sky of the border dam, white clouds, the mountains and the rushing river water. More importantly, there is a group of children here who are suffering from difficulties but are optimistic and strong. I distributed the stationery I had brought with me to the children, and then I planned to contact Brother Zaragu and ask him to send rice to the children. At that moment, a little girl named Drolma leaned against the corner and said, "Teacher, will you still walk away to a city of many, many people?" I stroked her hair, "mmmm la." No, it won't, it's the result of a month of learning Tibetan, and I don't regret it.

I leaned against the door and looked at the distant mountains flying dancing streamers, it is not also silent in the mountains, to bring blessings and good luck? The place where the heart is at peace is in the border dam. "This place of peace of mind is my hometown", as such a place for my long and my death, right?

Part II: Walking the stormy road of life

Road long its repair far away, I will go up and down and seek, this means in the pursuit of truth, the road ahead is still very long, but I am indomitable, not sorry to spare no effort to go up and down the world to pursue and explore, life on the road more bumps, more twists and turns on the road to success, storms, rain, rain, cloudy and sunny, how many people are in the storms of the years to be years of nibble at the life, but then again, how many people are in the storms! In the hard struggle, however, there are often some people, when the heart of the beautiful visions and aspirations with the reality of the cruelty and ruthlessness of the violent collision, the body and mind will become so powerless, so fragile, so vulnerable, no good slander fell on you, why can not be frankly accept it, so it seems pessimism, bitterness, repression, and resentment. In short, that once had the dream and faith become shadowless.

Life in the world, frustration is unavoidable, sighing the world of change, ask the world of the pale, once I, self-loathing, feel very confused, but also feel very helpless, in the face of the passage of time, in the face of the world of confusion, in the face of the decline in performance, lament the difficult to pay the ambition of a thousand thoughts, and no longer have a passion for life, has been lost and will be lost in the days of their beliefs and direction, later, I realized that also have a dream and beliefs. Direction, later, I realized that I have not yet taken the pass to success, the real lost its not far, feel now and yesterday, failure, do not be discouraged, fall can be strong to stand up, success, do not be arrogant, to have the determination to meet the storm to bring a new tie, do not be afraid of the storm and stop here, hold up an umbrella to walk the wind and rain will be sunshine, you have a hope.

People live a little tired is not a problem, but a person living on the life of the negative anorexia, wandering in the flavorless days that there is a problem. Life on the road more bumpy, more twists and turns on the road to success, a moment of repression and what can be counted, as long as you still have a dream, as long as you still have an indestructible heart, as long as you still have a passion for life, the heart will be blooming full of sunshine, full of hope, full of faith in the fireworks, inspiring us to move forward in the difficult road, to overcome the frustration, beat the odds, to success, never give up, grab the dream of the faith, to create a The first thing you need to do is to get a good understanding of what you're doing and how you're doing.

Do not believe in the arrangement of fate, as long as you work hard, not afraid of hard work, not afraid of difficulties, the fate of your master, there is the call of the blue sky, how can we let the wings of the wings of the fly in the comfort of degradation, there is a distant call, how can we let the faith of the search of the bitterness of the dissipation of the call of success, how can we let the pursuit of the faith of the front but stop, the road of life is more bumps and bruises, the road to success is more twists and turns, the top of the sky is the back of our strong stabbing dome! The strong arrow of the dome of the sky is our thorn.

Part III: Who pays for our loneliness

This winter, I took my younger brother from the countryside to spend the New Year with us. Only five years old, he was very curious about everything at home, touching this, touching that. However, the curiosity of children often can not be maintained for a long time. Soon, he lost interest in all the "new weapons" in our house and turned to run out the door. The first thing I noticed was that I was not able to get my hands on any of the new weapons, but I was able to get my hands on some of the new ones, and I was able to get my hands on some of the new ones.

"Hello uncle, I'm Ashi's sister's little cousin, can I ask your children to come downstairs with me to set off fireworks?"

"What Ashy? I don't know her, where's the wild child from, get lost."

The one after that I heard a loud slamming of the door, it was the one across the street that slammed the door hard. A thick iron door will be thin brother mercilessly isolated, looking at my brother's lonely back, my heart seems to be pinpointed as if the pain, after the pain, I looked at my brother's back into a deep thought.

Nowadays, we live in a high-speed era. We are busy running around, chasing, looking for, for the cause, for life, for everything and everything in our favor. In such a high-speed running around we are also losing some of the exceptionally precious things for us: friendship, affection ...... we do not even have time to watch a small flower bloom. So in this week after week of running around, we began to alienate each other, each other began to strange, to the end we became a person, a person alone to face all the lone wolf.

In this busy world, we no longer have a collective. A person's life, a person's busy, a person's heartache, a person's laughter ...... we began to miss the past, miss the life of the school once, miss and classmates together with the dots and dashes. Yes, we need a friend to share our everything, but we are very busy, we do not have extra time to take care of our friendship, when we remember this friendship, but found that it has long been rotting and deterioration and exudes a burst of sickening stench. In this era of rapid decay of friendship, we have no reason to ask each other to be responsible for the friendship, because living in this period of time, no one can really do in the friendship of the heart, in fact, no one is noble, we are a common people, do things are inevitable a trace of vulgarity, in the requirements of others at the same time, we have examined their own, I am not the same. So, I can not do for the friendship responsible, so I do not ask others will pay for my friendship and what price.

We are a poor and lonely species. What we long for are those things that have been left behind by the high-speed era, while we chase after the material needs that the self-appointed us detest. We are torn between longing and hope, swimming between the material and the spiritual. We are people living in the cracks, so we hold ourselves closed, hoping to find a way to neutralize to free ourselves, so we are more cold, more lonely, more ruthless ......

Part IV: The Age of Innocence

I pieced together fragmented memories to return to the summer that seems to be so far away from me, to return to

That year, he was ten years old and I was nine.

I met him when I went to my aunt's house for the summer vacation. His name was Shen Yi, a lively and cheerful boy, his face, always written with happiness. His cheerfulness, his sunshine, infected me all the time. My quietness, my shyness, with his arrival, dissipated in the charming summer.

In addition to him, I have no other friends, he is my only playmate in a foreign country. I clearly remember the first time I sat on the back of his bike, I was afraid of the timid, but his skills are so good that I admired to the ground. Under his tutelage, I learned to ride a bicycle, but I practiced for a long time, but my skills were not one-fifth as good as his. The road is lined with tall sycamore trees, I do not know how much sweat and laughter.

The most interesting thing is that he took me to catch fish. I stood on the ridge, helped him hold the fish basket, watched him carefully touch the fish in the field, those clever fish, it is difficult to escape his palm. Every time he took the fish in his hands, I was always happy and jumping, accidentally fell into the field, so full of mud, I do not care to get up, holding the fish basket high, for fear that the fish run out, he looked at me that silly look, laughing straight back.

Every day is "early morning and late night", either to get covered in mud, or clothes or hands scratched, which y caused the aunt's dissatisfaction, she closed me in the room, not allowed me to go out to play. After my sister-in-law went to work, I heard Shen Yi calling me, he waved at me from outside the window, telling me to go out. I shook my head helplessly at him, telling him I couldn't get out. I thought he would walk away resentfully, but I didn't expect him to ask me to find a rope and tell me to climb out. At that time, I was particularly timid, I do not know where the courage, when I climbed out of the hut, I could not believe this "feat".

We have been running to the north side of the hill, this is our favorite place, every inch of land, have left our footprints, sprinkled with our laughter. Every blade of grass and tree here is a testament to our innocent friendship. We sat panting in the grass, looking at each other and laughing. On this day, the sun was so bright, the wildflowers were so beautiful, and everything good seemed to have gathered on this day. We chased and jostled on the hillside, chasing butterflies and catching dragonflies. The sounds of cicadas, crickets, laughter, and chirping converged into a song of innocence. The melody of innocence, we **** the same pen to compose. On the hillside, we built a hut with branches, thatch, etc. We wove many garlands to decorate the hut and made curtains with long willows. We planted many little trees around the hut and carved our names on each one. During that happy day we forgot our hunger, our fatigue, and the time, and it was not until night had covered the hillside that we realized it was time to go home.

When I returned to my great-aunt's house, I saw a gloomy face, and the rope on the ground gave me a foreboding feeling. My great-aunt did not say anything, lifted up her packed luggage, and pulled me out of the house. I thought she would scold me or even beat me up, but I didn't expect her to send me home.

As if in a dream, that short day became our last moment together. Just a few hours separated us by a few cities. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to him. For the next few days, I thought about every minute and every second we spent together, and I couldn't imagine the pain he felt when he couldn't find me. I wondered if the hut we built was still there. Did the little trees we planted grow taller? The name engraved on the tree, there is no blurring?

......

Eight years, to say long is long, to say short is short. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. Those memories that have settled in the bottom of the heart are often stirred by something called missing. Those innocent memories, in the flow of eight years, gradually blurred, little by little dissipated.

Later, I wrote him a letter, the content is very simple, I just want to continue the friendship of eight years ago. But I waited a whole summer, and did not receive his reply. Perhaps, he has long forgotten me, perhaps, we all no longer belong to the age of innocence.

Memory can not withstand the flow of time, everything left in the innocent summer.

Part V: The Lifeline of Love

The first time I saw my father's hand, it was at home when I was rummaging through the cupboards and looking for a photo, which was taken in the winter of 1995 when my father and mother got married.

I took the photo and scrutinized it for a while, and took it to my mother to see, my mother looked a little surprised, and asked me where I found it, and did not wait for me to speak, she sighed: "Look at how young your father was, and now it's all old ah." I pointed to the photo of my father's hands on the mother said: "Look, at that time, Dad's hands how good-looking, palm and big, fingers and long." My mother looked at him for a while and murmured, "He didn't work at that time, of course his hands were beautiful, look at what his hands have become now." I wanted to see what my father's hands look like now, but I forgot because of the delay.

See my father's hand again, is in my junior high school, at that time, classmates do not know where to learn to read the game of palmistry, a small half-century people pick up each other's hands pointing, God's way look, but also let me quite a bit of belief, back home, picked up the mother's hand fussed for her to explain: "This is the life line, this is the line of love, this is a career! line ...... "Father sat aside to see me read palmistry for my mother, suddenly said I also want to take a look for him, I put down my mother's hand, slowly sat over. I reached out and picked up my father's hand, and the moment I touched his skin, I froze, the feeling reminded me of the poplar trunks on the Gobi Beach, the grooves folded out of the lifeless dead bark, full of stinging roughness. My heart welled up a heartache, gently moved my father's hand to the eye to examine, this is a hand ah, dull skin color can not reflect a trace of the luster of life, because of years of dealing with metal oil, fingernails full of black oil stains, large and small traces of scratches all over the back of the hand, and even the back of the hand are black, this oil has been with his years of labor deep immersion in his hands, will erode his hands like a rusty piece of iron. A rusty piece of iron, where in the heart of this hand can still recognize the traces of the lifeline, dozens of oil stained ink lines across the top of the lifeline, his lifeline divided into pieces, but also extends very wide and wide. My eyes were moist, heartache turned into heartache, my dear father's hands, from smooth and young to old and horrible, so many years of labor, but he never mentioned to me.

In the haze of tears, I vaguely saw my father laboring under the hot sun. Look, he squatted on the ground, his hands covered with oil, he faced the hot engine, he screwed the tiny screws, his sweat dripped into the exhaust smoke, the back of his hand, black wounds covered with red. In the harsh winter, he could not stop sitting by the fireplace to roast the fire, his father said that every business is income, every income can not give up, for the family, in the harsh winter, he also gritted his teeth and insisted. Holding an iron tool in his hand, cold to the bone, his hands and frozen cracked, such as the description of a withered old man dying. My father, it is with his hands to support the family.

I sniffled, I want to say to him: "Your lifeline is long, I would like to accompany you to the end of the old."

Part 6: We are classmates

I can never forget the days of my sophomore year.

Twilight spring, the school athletic meet. 100-meter sprint championship final: the champion and runner-up battle between me and xx two classmates! Although xx and I usually are good friends, but at this time is different, I secretly determined: must take the title!

"On your mark - ready - bang!" With a gunshot, I was a split second ahead, crossed the starting line and rushed forward. xx was right behind me, in hot pursuit, with a speed not far from mine. The more I ran, the more anxious I saw the end of the line in front of me, XX's figure crossed me, I hastened to take a big step, want to rush forward. Who knows not coincidentally, this span but 跘 on xx's feet, the result I fell to the ground, xx worse: knee to the ground smashed, fainted ......

Diagnostic results came out, I just rubbed broken a little skin, xx mild fracture, must be hospitalized. The two parents negotiation, my father took the initiative to put forward, insurance premiums outside the cost of the two families **** the same bear, because I have good grades, xx hospitalized during the fall of the class, I am responsible for him to make up.

When I went home and heard about my dad's decision, I was so upset that I shut the door to my room with a thud. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do to help you. I don't care about the financial costs, but if I have to run between home, school, and the hospital every day for XX's tuition, do I need to study at all? The class teacher has already listed me as the focus of the whole class, hoping that I can compete for the class in the whole year's unified examination, now this hope will not be lost? xx originally grades are not very good, drop or not drop class, it is not a big impact on him. The more I think about it, the more unhappy I am.

Dad called the door open, sat on my bed, looked at my face with the word "complain", silent for a long time, and then said: "Children ah, your situation, the teacher has told us, we understand what you think in your heart. However, this is a matter of morality and conscience. You are not small, think about it yourself."

Think about it? I buried my head into my arms, crouched on the desk, rambling thoughtlessly. How strange, I suddenly remembered A Little Thing. The bus driver accidentally hung up on the old woman, he apologized and asked the passenger to get off the bus, and carefully assisted the old woman to the hospital. Yes, this is a matter of morality and conscience. Lu Xun saw in it the tallness of the coachman.

I raised my head, and a heroic sadness, a self-sacrificing fortitude suddenly arose in my heart: for the sake of my classmates, for the sake of my friends, I'll give it all up!

Since then, I have been traveling back and forth every day from three o'clock to one line. The first time I saw this, I was able to get to the hospital, and then I was able to get to the hospital, and then I was able to get to the hospital.

A few months passed without me realizing it, and XX's foot got better, so XX and I took the exam together. I was able to get to the top of the list, and Xx actually didn't pull back from the rest of the class.

Xx and his parents came to my house to thank me, but also took out a pile of money to give me, said it was my hard work.

I could not accept it. Smiled and politely refused: "We are classmates."

Part VII: More Important Things

Since I was a child, my parents and relatives have been very concerned about my studies and achievements. When I got a small gift from my parents for being on the top of the list, and when I was praised by my teachers and classmates for my good grades, I thought for a while that studying was the most important thing in the world.

However, it wasn't until half a year ago that I realized ......

I was depressed that evening, full of crossed-out test papers. The bright red color negated my efforts and made me fall from the envied paradise to the bottom of the abyss.

When I got home, my mother was laying out the food in the living room, and my father smiled, rubbed my head, and told me to hurry up and take my seat for dinner. I silently took out the report card this time and handed it to them, waiting apprehensively for the scolding to come. I remember when I was in the second grade of elementary school, I especially liked to watch cartoons, and I didn't do my homework. When the final results came out, my mother picked up a chicken feather pole and greeted me, hurting me so much that my tears fell. Since then, I've been studying hard just to avoid this kind of pain. I didn't realize that this time it was likely to be a repeat of the past.

"Silly staring at the dishes in front of what, eat ah!" Mother's voice came through. My hands went a little limp, and the fear of pain was giving me no energy.

"What's going on here? His father, hurry up ......"

I woke up to find myself in bed, and the distinctive hospital smell of antiseptic solution drilled into my nostrils, and I couldn't help but sneeze.

"You finally woke up, really fast scared mom - come on, drink some water, surely thirsty." Mom carried a cup of warm water and tenderly took care of me, and Dad also took time off to make my favorite braised pork ribs. This kind of warm life I always seemed to feel especially far away from my world - shouldn't mom have scolded me for the drop in my grades this time? Shouldn't Dad be on Mom's side, silent and not helping me?

"Tell mom what happened? The doctor said you were irritated." Facing my mom's serious expression, I finally couldn't hold back my tears.

"My grades slipped this time, I didn't do well ......"

"Just for this?" Dad frowned at that.

"...... Won't you guys beat me?" I sheepishly asked what was on my mind.

"Cheng Cheng is an adult, how could we beat you." Mom looked at me in disbelief.

"But when I was little you guys beat me so hard. That will be my grades fell you guys scolded me, good grades to send me things. And my classmates too, when I got good grades you said I was smart, but this time when my grades came out you didn't even care about me ......" I broke down, determined to cry out all my grievances.

"Ah Cheng, how can you think so? Look, Ms. Hu's eyes are red when she heard you. We ignored you because we were afraid that you would be sensitive and think we were laughing at you. Don't be angry." I looked at the arrival of my deskmate in surprise. Behind him was the class teacher, Mr. Hu.

"Chengcheng, when I was young, I beat you because I was afraid that you would learn to be bad, but now that you have grown up, we have never been proud of you. Learning is important, but what we value more is whether you are happy or not ......"

Feeling their care, my tears fell again: in fact, I know that in my subconscious, other people can love me and care about me is more important than learning.

Part VIII: Growing up is not only a responsibility

Gradually, I have grown up.

From the croaking of the first cry, to understand the ignorant child; from the young crazy yesterday, to the sensible fruit section of this day. And my parents are unknowingly old, they work hard, living a simple life, in exchange for my vigorous vitality; their face of the vicissitudes of life, gray sideburns, is the traces of the merciless years left behind.

Growing up is a responsibility. Growing up, it means I have to face alone, to undertake everything around me, whether it is sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, I will experience! Because I already understand, is no longer that once rely on the parents in the arms of the naughty little girl. Hourly, if I encountered a sad thing, I can cry in front of my parents, and then turn around and forget it gently, leaving no trace. Now, there are things but can only be buried in the bottom of the heart, forced to smile, do not show a little trace, because I am afraid that they know than I am still anxious or for me to add a superfluous worry. Hourly, in order to attract the envious eyes of children around me, I always cried and pestered my parents to buy this and that, in order to satisfy the small desire and vanity of my heart. Now, every time you run out of money, always can't open your mouth, don't know how to talk to the family to ask for money; spend money recklessly, there is always a feeling of guilt. Have you ever thought of, we have to be in the hands of the drop through the parents how many face to face the hard labor of the day in exchange for? Hourly, I do not know the heights of the sky, never know whether to care, always idle parents talk too long-winded nagging, impatient, always listen to the words of advice, I do what I want. Now, only to find that nagging is a kind of care, a love, they are always silent for me to drive around all the countercurrent.

When I was a child, I always complained inside, bound me too much freedom, always try to open wings, want to break through the cage, fly outside the free wonderful world. Now, I finally understand that home is the only harbor where my heart is anchored. There is only endless affection and love, with the birth, cut off constantly.

From childhood to adulthood, in my body carries too much love and sweat of parents, concentrated countless worries and tears. Now, I have the responsibility and ability to face all the frustrations alone, can not let him to share my worries, for me to be afraid.

Because, they have been in the footsteps of time gradually old, can not withstand more wind and rain!

And I have to finish the road after me!