In study, work, and life, everyone has the experience of writing compositions, and they are very familiar with compositions. With the help of compositions, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and convey knowledge and information. I believe many people will find it difficult to write essays. The following are 8 narrative essays for fifth grade that I have carefully compiled. They are for reference only. You are welcome to read them. Fifth Grade Narrative Composition Part 1
I still keep the ecological bottle that Teacher Shu asked us to make. But the creatures in the bottle were dead, injured, and struggling on the edge of life and death. I was very puzzled: Why is this? Is it because of the presence of water snails, or because I didn't change the water well enough for them to eat? Everything is suspected of crime, let me, a little "Sherlock Holmes" detective, solve this major fish death case!
Looking back a few days ago, I put three fish in another bottle to "isolate" because I was afraid that too many fish would affect the balance in the ecological bottle, and the two water snails But I didn’t “quarantine” one of them because they were in limited quantity. But now, the "isolated" fish are still growing freely, and there is only one fish left that has not been "isolated". I also made a huge discovery: most of the dead fish were together with two water snails!
So, I started to make rich associations: maybe the small fish was stuck to the body of the water snail, and the fish could not breathe and died due to lack of oxygen; another possibility was that the small fish was stuck to the body of the water snail. The children wanted to eat the eggs laid by water snails (one water snail laid eggs). In order to protect their eggs, the water snails started killing all the fish...
Suddenly, I I thought about the naughty Qiu Yaoxing who released a life ball a few days ago, and the life ball kept shrinking. In the end, the shadow didn't notice it. Could it be that the little fishes had eaten the life ball?
With this question in mind, I went to ask the smart Chen Yufei for advice. Chen Yufei was shocked after hearing this. He looked at me who was puzzled and said earnestly like a big sister: "There is paint in the life ball. Fish cannot be put together with the life ball. If the fish are hungry, If you eat it, you will probably eat the life ball and die!"
After hearing this, I couldn't help but feel sad. I wanted to keep the fish forever, but I didn't expect it. The whole army will be annihilated! If I had known this today, why bother in the beginning? I really regret it, the hatred in my heart! How come there is no regret in buying medicine in this world? well! Little fishes, I can’t help you! For this reason, I pray silently for you for three minutes!
The mystery of "The Death of Fish" is still unsolved. I hope the students can use your brains for my case and help me solve this mystery! Fifth Grade Narrative Composition Part 2
On National Day last year, my family and my aunt went to the Dagu Iceberg in Heishui County. There, I ate the most local food, ____ Tibetan food.
That day, we walked into a Tibetan restaurant. As soon as we entered the door, I smelled the smell of butter tea (I drank it when I went to Lhasa). Well, it smelled so good! I looked around and saw a strip-shaped table that was long and narrow, with "frescoes" woven on the left and right sides. We had to eat in a small room made of cloth. It’s so different from our eating habits.
The first thing to come was butter tea. Served in a silver teapot. My uncle poured me a glass, and I carefully picked it up and took a sip. Well, it’s a little sweet and a little salty, it tastes really good!
Then the waiter brought yogurt, sprinkled with sugar. Just when I was confused, my uncle said to me: "This yogurt is so sour. If you don't add sugar, your tongue will be sour." I doubtfully followed my uncle's example of stirring the yogurt. And took a bite, well, so sour! Next, buckwheat cakes, mixed wild vegetables, tsampa, beef noodle cubes and butter cakes were brought out one after another, which could not even be placed on the dining table. But among so many things to eat, I still think that eating mutton with your hands is more interesting.
Before the hand-caught mutton was served, the waiter brought a few small logs and a few knives.
When my uncle was about to explain to me, the waiter said first: "These are used to cut mutton." What? Do you want to cut the mutton yourself? How big should the mutton be? I was already a little bloated, but my appetite suddenly increased, and I even drooled. Finally, the waiter brought a big plate and put it on the table, wow! The mutton is bigger than your fist! I quickly took two pieces of mutton, fearing that others would take them away. Then I cut them into small pieces like my uncle did, and ate them hungrily. It’s great to eat a big piece of meat!
After eating two pieces, I felt it was not enough, so I cut two more pieces and ate them with relish. It was not until my belly was swollen like a ball that I reluctantly put down the knife in my hand and lay down. Let’s take a rest...
How great it would be if I could often eat authentic Tibetan food! Fifth Grade Narrative Composition Part 3
This afternoon, the weather is sunny. My father took me to buy books. As soon as I arrived at the bookstore, I was dazzled by the books on the shelves. There are many kinds of books here. I bought two books, "Experimental Class" and "Education of Love".
Looking to the west, I just wanted to buy squid skewers, but changed it to mutton skewers. I just heard the dialogue "Boss, three skewers of mutton skewers." "Okay!" Three skewers of mutton skewers arrived. Dad in hand. After repeated blows, five divided by two, dad actually finished it. Because I don't like barbecue, I refused my father's "treat". At this time, marshmallows appeared in my mind. I pestered my father to buy them, but the bookstore was surrounded by shops. Where could I find one selling marshmallows? We walked all the way looking for it and searched the whole street but couldn't find it. At this time, an aunt came leading her daughter. The girl happened to be holding a marshmallow in her hand. The father walked over and asked: "Excuse me, where did you buy this marshmallow?" "They sell it in front. The bag place." She pointed in the direction behind her.
We walked in the direction pointed by the aunt, and finally found a stall selling marshmallows and spent 5 bucks to buy a marshmallow. A breeze blew, and the marshmallow tilted, as if it was about to fall over. I took a bite in my mouth, and it melted without even taking a second. I took another bite, and a little bit of the marshmallow got into it. nose, making dad laugh non-stop.
What a lovely afternoon. Fifth Grade Narrative Composition 4
On Friday morning, all the teachers and students of the fifth grade department of xx Primary School walked briskly, facing the rising sun of their birth, and went to the Experimental Middle School to perform for the "June 1st" cultural activities .
When we arrived at the Experimental Middle School, the teacher asked us to find our seats in the multimedia classroom. When I arrived at the multimedia classroom, my eyes suddenly lit up. This classroom was magnificent, with tables and chairs arranged in an orderly manner.
The performance began. The first program was to sing "Defend the Yellow River". "The wind is roaring and the horses are braying." In this majestic singing, I seemed to hear the anti-Japanese guerrillas on the battlefield in North China. The gunshots, the shouts of victory, and the determination of the guerrilla athletes to defend the motherland to the death made me more and more excited. After a while, it was time for the show performed by our fifth graders at Renmin Road Primary School. This was the finale of the show. Our school drama "Our Campus Life" was performed on the stage amidst the melodious singing. The squadron leader said ; "Let's have a singing competition." Then we were divided into two teams, men and women.
xxx walked quickly to the center of the stage and shouted: "Stop arguing, I'll start singing first." He sang "Striking the Golden Branches". From that melodious ancient song, I seemed to have arrived in the Tang Dynasty. Then we performed the Shaolin Vajra Boxing, and I was one of them. The music started. I kept in mind the teacher's words, and the punches must be accurate, steady, and ruthless. It is like the invincible fist of Shaolin King Kong. The audience gave us thunderous applause from time to time.
Among the performances that followed, what impressed me most was the bamboo flute played by the two brothers in the sixth grade of our school. The misty spring rain suddenly felt like a horse galloping across the fields, which sounded great.
The performance of the participating classes this time was outstanding, which I will never forget.
Fifth Grade Narrative Composition Part 5
It happened one summer, when my mother was using the light to mend a broken sail. Mom suddenly saw that the time for school was coming - the time for the cram school was coming soon. So my mother took me to ride a bicycle.
When it was almost 200 meters away from the cram school. I saw the wheels of the bicycle. I thought it was fun to see the wheels spinning rapidly. I just thought: if the feet were inside the wheel. The wheel is also spinning with my feet. While my mother was listening to the phone, I put my feet less than 30 centimeters into the rapidly rotating wheel. Before I put it in, I thought: Put it in to eliminate my loneliness. When I put it in, I was stabbed by the steel wire and it hurt a lot. I was trying to lift my feet out, but they were stuck again. I'm thinking about kicking mommy. But mom is making a phone call. I can't interrupt her.
Later, the car rode faster and faster. I wanted to call my mother many times but my inner demons stopped me. But then I really couldn't stand the pain anymore and screamed. Mom heard it. But there is no way. Because any tool in the car can help me. Two gentle young men came with a pair of scissors in their hands and they were walking towards us. Mom took the scissors from their hands without hesitation. Cut the steel wire. Then he hurriedly returned it to the two young men. When mom cuts the wire. I want to cry. After my mother finished cutting, I didn’t want to cry anymore. My feet are red and purple. My mother and the two young men asked me in unison, "Does it hurt?" I said no.
Because Romain Rolland once said, "Mother's love is a huge flame." But I think care is even more so. Caring for him will bring warmth to others, and will also bring him the secret recipe for pain relief. The best thing in the world is love. He may bring... Fifth Grade Narrative Composition 6
The annual Children's Day has passed like this, but something happened during the Children's Day that I will never forget. . Unforgettable Children's Day
I remember that on the morning of Children's Day, I was at my aunt's house, and then I had to go to my uncle's house for dinner at noon. So I called my uncle and told him about my dinner at his house. Later, my uncle asked his son to pick him up at his aunt’s house on his new three-wheeled electric bike that he bought this year. I.
After a while, my cousin rode a car to my aunt’s house. Then I followed my cousin on the car and went to my uncle’s house. But because I like to talk, my cousin stayed with me in the car. While talking, I headed towards my uncle's house. As I was talking, I saw a small damage on the back of the car, so I told my cousin. Who knows, after I finished talking to my cousin, my cousin said Looking at the small damage later, I didn’t expect that at this moment, a middle-aged woman passed by, and then the car hit the woman, and then the car overturned and the mirror was broken. , even the umbrella on the car was deformed, and some parts of the car were a little loose. However, the woman was only hit and stood on the railing on the side of the road, touching her right hand with her left hand. Her shoulder pretended to be in pain, but my cousin and I were injured more seriously than she was.
However, the cousin immediately went to apologize to the woman without even helping the car. However, the woman kept blaming the cousin for his mistakes, but turned a blind eye to his apology. My cousin knew that this woman would not accept his apology, and her purpose was just to take this opportunity to defraud some money, so my cousin asked me to get in the car and left like that, but the woman kept pulling the car, The cousin then forced the car to leave. Finally, the woman was too weak to let go. After letting go, she kept cursing us, so we continued to approach the uncle's house...
This unforgettable Children's Day, this unforgettable thing, it makes me more aware of the reality of this society. At the same time, I also understand that I should be careful on the road and should not talk while driving. Hydrogen, I will definitely do it in the future Very carefully. Fifth Grade Narrative Composition Part 7
Today, the autumn breeze brings coolness, it is a good day to go out. In order for us to have a deeper understanding of our hometown and the chrysanthemum culture of Xiaolan.
My father, mother and I came to the Chrysanthemum Culture and Art Appreciation Center together.
When I first entered the chrysanthemum exhibition area, the first thing that caught my eye was the splendid shape of chrysanthemums. The chrysanthemums come in various colors, colorful and extremely magnificent: red, white, yellow, green. Yes, purple...
Look, the "marigolds" on the shelf are so beautiful. Taking a closer look, the flowers of "Marigold" are like hydrangeas, orange-red, as if the afterglow of the setting sun has dyed the sky red, and the orange aperture has a special interest; the petals are one next to another, although there are many and many It doesn't look redundant, just like close friends whispering; each petal is golden around, getting redder as you go in, and it feels extremely soft to the touch.
There is a pot of "Thousand-headed Chrysanthemum" here. I saw that there are many stems of Thousand-headed Chrysanthemum growing together densely. I roughly counted them and found that there are about more than 1,000 stems. It is truly a "thousand-headed chrysanthemum". Thousand heads". "Thousand-headed Chrysanthemum" is really unique. The flowers are golden yellow, the size of a one-yuan coin, with a yellow stamen in the center, and the petals on the edges extend radially outward, like thousands of golden little suns.
Among the many rare varieties, "Golden Hydrangea" is the most common. Its stems are thick and curved, and its leaves are long and a little drooping. The leaves are close to the ground, as if children are acting coquettishly in their mother's arms. Its flowers are very big, and the petals are also very big, yellow, wide, and long. The petals are tightly packed together. At first glance, they really look like hydrangea!
They are competing to bloom, and there are so many that it is dazzling and dizzying. I love chrysanthemums. Hundreds of flowers fade in autumn. Only they do not follow blindly and use their own unique way to shape their unique self. Fifth Grade Narrative Composition Part 8
Just because I am busy with the complicated affairs of student graduation, or due to physical reasons, I have neglected my school communication family recently.
I woke up early this morning to prepare breakfast for my son who is in middle school. I was completely sleepless, picked up my mobile phone, logged into the school information website, and came to my little home. In an instant, the good news of "Congratulations on Bozhi!" came into view, and blessings of "Congratulations on Bozhi" came to my face. I blinked and looked at the upper left corner of the page, and I really saw a small golden crown. ah! I've become a blogger! Can I also become a blogger? I keep asking myself this, but it’s true. I thought: There are so many masters and talents in the big Xintong family of the school. I am so ordinary that I can receive enthusiastic attention from the housekeepers and teachers. This is a great encouragement to me from everyone! At that time, I really had the thought of "seeing that the crown is still there, and I am filled with poetry and books, and I am so happy", and I also had the thought of "the spring breeze is so proud that my horse's hoofs are so bad that I can see all the Taihang flowers in one day". Unfortunately, because I live at a relative's house, I don't have the conditions to turn on the computer right away and share the joy of this great success with fellow bloggers. I suppressed this excitement in my heart, and for the whole morning, I was thinking about a question: How to write my speech for my PhD? It was past noon and I couldn't wait any longer and returned home in the rain.
Sitting in front of the computer, re-reading each of my blog posts, and thinking back on my blogging journey, I can’t help but have ups and downs in my thoughts and emotions. Thousands of words condensed into one sentence, "can't live without you" became my only language at this time.
I can’t live without you, you are my eternal stage, and my dreams are wonderful because of you - thank you, School Information Communication Blog; thank you, dear blogger. Yes, it is the school Xintong blog that has built this platform for us to communicate, make friends, and make progress, and has created a big family for us to grow harmoniously. In this harmonious family, there are many brothers and sisters. Since opening the school communication blog, I have found that my world has become bigger and I have met many new friends: friends who work tirelessly as housekeepers, friends who are like "talking about rain in a small town", "talented as a flower" and "three hundred poems". There are equally talented teacher friends such as "Blooming Flowers in the Sun" and "Teacher Guo Xiaoyan", as well as student friends with equally witty words such as "Xin Zhi Xiao Yu", "Yu Qing Ting", "The Second Generation Zhuge Liang", and "Heart Rain Continues". "Happy Growing Mom" ??and other parents and friends who are also talented in literature and good at educating their children.
(There are too many friends and I cannot list them all.) This harmonious family is so exciting. I look for the fragrance of flowers everywhere to replenish my energy. Over the past year, I have learned a lot about the teaching experience of front-line teachers, a lot about class management methods from head teachers, and a lot about parenting experiences from outstanding parents. Whenever I express my feelings and write a more or less long or short blog post, fellow bloggers come to comment and provide guidance. If you like it, they will encourage you, and your writing skills will unknowingly change from childish to mature. , from superficial to profound.
We cannot live without you. Your close attention is our greatest happiness. Thank you, Principal Guo, the head of our school, and Teacher Guo, the curriculum reform consultant. I remember an education expert said: "A teacher who copies lesson plans for a lifetime cannot become an education expert, but he can become an education expert by writing teaching essays for three years." It is the principal's dream to train famous teachers and create education experts, so in August last year, we started "Bo". Therefore, there are always two pairs of eyes watching our clumsy writing every day. Over the past year, the uninterrupted silent encouragement after each blog post has become an inexhaustible motivation for us to keep moving forward on the road of blogging.
I can’t live without you, it’s my only language; I can’t live without you, it’s my unchanging feeling. I walked into the small school information blog and saw the wonderful world. The harvest is a summary of the previous efforts, and it is also a booster for future blog writing. With the encouragement and support of my seniors and colleagues, I will continue to read more, think more, and write more, and strive to write a decent blog post. , living up to the ardent expectations of the housekeeper and fellow bloggers. Thank you again for your affirmation, encouragement and help. I hope you will continue to care and pay attention to me. I will keep improving and make further progress. I believe tomorrow will be better.