In our ordinary daily life, everyone has written compositions, and we must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. With the help of compositions, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and convey knowledge and information. So the question is, how to write an excellent essay? The following is a 300-word narrative composition "Scar" that I compiled for you. You are welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. 300-word narrative composition Scar 1

Growth has to pay a price. On the road to success, bumps and bruises are inevitable, and scars are common. As time goes by, some scars will gradually fade and disappear, while some will remain etched on the body and in the heart forever.

My scar is on my knee and is a round shape the size of a coin. Every time I see this scar, an inexplicable fear always arises in my heart.

That was when I was in the first grade. I met my classmates on the way home from school. On a whim, we started running in a race. Because I was very competitive, I only paid attention to the road ahead and did not look at my feet. So, I tripped over a rock. I looked down and saw blood gushing out from my knees. I couldn't help the pain, and suddenly started crying loudly. Grandma ran over quickly and tried to help me stand up, but the pain was so bad that I couldn't even stand up. Grandma saw that I couldn't stand up, so she put me on her back. He kept comforting me all the way and trotted home to stop the bleeding. Due to this accident, I rested at home for a week.

Now, whenever I see this scar, whether intentionally or unintentionally, I will always think of this incident. It also always reminds me to put safety first and victory second. 300-word narrative composition Scar 2

Women’s Day is approaching, and I can’t help but recall many things about my mother that moved me. The most impressive one was a summer night when I was four years old.

That night, my father suggested going for a ride on a motorcycle. Naturally, I sat between my parents. At that time, the International Hotel had just been built, and it looked majestic and grand from a distance. The searchlights and colorful neon lights attracted us to drive there. Just when we were excitedly focusing on the elephant spraying water, my father wanted to get closer, but he ignored the high ridge on the side of the road. At the moment the motorcycle fell down, in order to prevent me from being injured, , Mom and Dad each put their knees on the ground, and Mom also used her arms to protect my head. My mother was the most seriously injured. Her pants were torn at the knees and blood was flowing out. But I was fine, just a little frightened. We lived on the sixth floor during that time, and my mother would feel pain every time she walked up a step because her knees could not be bent, otherwise the scar would split and bleed. In order to protect me, my mother left that scar on her knee forever.

My mother’s love is selfless and surrounds me all the time. This eternal scar on my mother’s leg also embodies her eternal love for me. Thank you, my wonderful mother! 300-word chronicle composition Scar 3

Everyone’s life is rich and colorful, and there are inevitably some bumps and tumbles in it. People hate scars, but for me, scars are of extraordinary significance. They leave me with Made many lingering memories.

Outside the window, the rain was hitting the window glass like random arrows, making people's mood fluctuate, and the world was gray. Through the window, I seemed to be back on that rainy day again. When I was young, I was frail and sick, and the place I went to most was the hospital. My mother couldn't bear to see me go to the hospital for injections every day, so she and I went for a run along the neighborhood every morning. One day, it was raining heavily. I thought my mother would not let me run, but the result was unexpected. The rain hit me drop by drop, and I fell down on the slippery ground, leaving bruises all over my body. I sat on the ground and cried loudly. After my mother took me home, she taught me carefully, but I still insisted on running the whole distance. Since then, I have had a scar on my knee. As I grow older, the scar has gradually faded, but the memory has not faded. What is contained in that scar is my mother’s love for me. It is a mark of love that is unique. mark.

I still keep running, and I still fall sometimes. Every scar witnesses my growth and is a unique micro chapter of me. How can we be considered growth without experiencing setbacks? 300-word narrative composition Scar 4

Today, my father told me about his childhood.

Dad first stretched out his right hand and asked me to look at my fingers carefully. I found a large chevron-shaped scar on my father’s ring finger. I nervously asked my dad what was going on? Dad talked about what happened when he was a child.

My father was born in a ravine with many mountains and few fields. He could only grow one season of rice every year (because the daylight hours were too short). There was a serious food shortage. He could only eat sweet potatoes and their products for a long time a year. , so they cherish rice very much. When my father and I were about the same age, during the rice harvest season, my father would go to the rice fields with my grandfather to pick up rice ears. Gleaning the ears of rice actually means that after adults manually separate the grains (in the past, there was no machine automation), the remaining parts are picked up. None of the children had a small bamboo basket with a pair of scissors in it, which they used to cut the ears of rice. When Dad bent down, holding the bamboo basket with one hand and picking up rice ears with the other hand, the scissors in the bamboo basket fell out, and the scissors just separated and were inserted into the ring finger of Dad's right hand. In an instant, Dad saw the bone inside his finger, and it started to bleed immediately. Dad had no choice but to give up picking up rice ears and go to the medical station alone, where the barefoot doctor helped him stop the bleeding and bandage it. After a period of time when it healed, this deep scar was left.

After listening to the story, I felt that my father had a hard time when he was a child, but we were so happy. But even so, we should cherish food. 300-word narrative essay Scar 5

Every time I see the scar on the left side of my face in the mirror, I will think of that unforgettable thing. It was one summer when I was 6 years old. After practicing Taekwondo, I was so hot that I was sweating profusely, so I drank water and went downstairs. When I was approaching the first floor, I accidentally missed my foot and threw myself towards him. I hit a stone and suddenly felt a sharp pain on the left side of my face. I got up and touched it with my hand. After a closer look, I saw that my hand was full of stone. It was all blood, and I was so scared that I started crying.

Dad saw it and quickly covered my face with his hands and ran to the hospital. He found that my wound was too big, as wide as my dad’s thumb. When I got to the hospital, the doctor asked me to get anti-inflammatory treatment. The doctor gave me anti-inflammatory treatment and asked for stitches. As soon as I heard the word "stitches," I was so frightened that I started sweating profusely and was out of my mind. I gripped the seat tightly and shivered as the stitches came in. After getting the stitches, we went home.

After about a month, my wound was healed, but it left a scar. It warned me: be careful when walking and learn to protect yourself. 300-word narrative composition Scar 6

Alas! Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, I grow up without realizing it. Now I think about every bit of my childhood and how time passes by, and I feel a little emotional. Everyone’s childhood life is colorful, and I am no exception.

Many strange things happened in my childhood, but the most unforgettable thing is a bitter incident in my childhood.

When I was ten years old—one day, the sun was shining brightly, and my sister, my cousin, and I were playing on the playground. The playground was torn apart by a wall made of stone. Cousin Qian Mang was going home, but I only wanted to play at that time, and I wanted my brother to accompany me to play, but my cousin really didn’t have time, so my sister grabbed Bia Ye Nai’s hand and told Chong Dang Miaolan to leave. At that time, my sister took My hand was very tight and it hurt, so I struggled hard and waved my hand. I turned to the right. On the right was a wall made of stone, as sharp as a sword; my forehead Then it was inserted into the stone, and bright red blood immediately flowed down from my forehead like a waterfall, and the bleeding continued. At that time, my heart hurt even more than when my sister grabbed my hand just now. My sister immediately helped me to the hospital for stitches. This time my heart hurt even more than the previous two times... After that incident, I left a scar on my forehead that can never be erased. ....This has also become my current memory - a painful thing in my childhood. 300-word narrative composition Scar 7

In the wind and rain, everything will be baptized by the wind and rain, let alone people. In the face of wind and rain, although we feel helpless, we still insist that the rainbow after the wind and rain is so dazzling, but who will appreciate it wholeheartedly? The reason is that we feel sorry for our scars. Although what we love is right in front of us, we dare not disappear.

Life is so short, why do we spend so much time feeling sorry for our scars but afraid to face them? How insignificant a person is in front of time, how dare he not face his own scars, how can he face the rainbow ahead? Therefore, we cannot spend our limited time in endless self-pity. In this fast-paced modern society, we have no time for self-pity, nor do we fall down. We must learn more knowledge. Just like bees, although they are very small and have been preyed on by hornets many times, they still will not give up because they face their scars and love life. If they feel bad about their scars, the consequences will be exploited by Bumblebee.

The same is true for society. If we dare not look at our scars and stop, we will be eliminated from society. Therefore, we must face our scars and seize the brilliant rainbow. 300-word narrative composition Scar 8

Until now, I still don’t understand. Which is more important, friends or interests? To this day, I may understand that this varies from person to person!

Feng is my elementary school classmate, and he may be a more important person to the latter! Some people say that a friend is in trouble. , stabbing at both sides. Friends comfort you when you are sad and share with you when you are happy.

Today, I am very sad. When I was most unhappy, I suddenly thought of him, but he rejected me several times because of his own interests, which made me feel the indifference of people's hearts.

I remember hearing about such a thing. An old woman was hit by a car, but the driver ran away. So the old woman’s husband took her to the hospital on a tricycle. But on the way, he was stopped by the police. But they were blocked on the grounds that tricycles were not allowed on the street. The old man told the police the whole story, but the police were not moved at all. The old man knelt down to the police in front of everyone, but still refused to let him go. So, I had to take a detour and wasted 45 minutes. When she arrived at the hospital, the old lady had passed away forever.

It can be said that this policeman is upright and abiding by his duty. Or is it that the old man disrupted the traffic order? I think at least I don’t think so, because life is always the greatest and most sacred. Even if you pay everything in exchange for a life, it is worth it.

Through this incident, I learned that people’s hearts are separated from each other, and they know people but not their hearts. I will never forgive an unsympathetic person, never, ever...

Even if I pull this knife out of my heart, it leaves a permanent scar in my heart... ...Memory Essay 300 Words Scar 9

Every time I touch this scar on my head, it always brings back the unforgettable memory of when I was four years old...

It was a summer night , Grandpa returned home from a walk. I was very playful at that time. After hearing the "noise" that my grandpa was coming home, I decided to play "hide and seek" with him. I ran from under the table to the living room, and then from the living room to the room. At this time... "Ah! Baby, what's wrong with you, don't scare mom! Hurry up, take me to the hospital~~ Hurry up~" Because I was young at the time and couldn't walk steadily yet, I accidentally hit him When I got to the corner, a scar about two centimeters long was cut on my forehead, and blood suddenly poured out. My parents were at a loss and were so anxious that they rushed me to the hospital. My grandma shed tears of distress. I, the wounded person, not only did not cry, but also gently wiped away the tears on my mother's face with my little hands, and comforted me in a childish voice: "Mom, the baby doesn't hurt, mom, don't cry." This "feat" of mine also greatly impressed my mother. Wei was moved and shocked, and quickly wiped away the tears from his eyes. After arriving at the hospital, my mother was afraid that I would not be able to bear the pain because I was still young, so she refused to allow the doctor to perform surgery on me, resulting in the scar I have now.

In the future, my touching act was often criticized by my mother! Haha! 300-word essay on scars 10

I remember it was a physical education class last semester , something happened in our class. Something that will always be worth my memory.

As soon as the class started, the physical education teacher said to us, "We will test running today, and the students who run fast will go to the summer sports meeting." We were very happy after hearing this, because everyone wants to win glory for the class. The first is the women's test. After our group ran, next was Zhang Yini's group. When she ran the second lap, she Something unexpected happened. The sun was very bright, and she was wearing sandals, so there was a lot of sweat on her feet, which made it difficult to run. So she fell a lot. At this time, she ran too fast. Liu Junlin rushed into Zhang Yini, and Zhang Yini's feet were slippery, so she fell. This time the fall was not light, and she lost several layers of skin.

Jiang Cong and I carefully put z Zhang Yini After returning to the classroom, I borrowed alcohol from Teacher Chen to disinfect Zhang Yini. Since Zhang Yini was afraid of pain and unwilling to live or die, I let her hold my hand while Jiang Cong came to disinfect her. In order to distract Zhang Yini, we also asked Liu Kesong to tell her a joke, which made her laugh. In the next few days, Jiang Cong and I insisted on changing Zhang Yini's dressing, so Zhang Yini's feet No scars were left.

This incident will never be forgotten in my life. I must keep it in my heart forever. , 300-word essay on scars 11

Whenever I look in the mirror, I always see a scar about four centimeters long on my face. Reminds me of that experience when I was five years old.

I remember it was a holiday. My family used something called a stove to cook. In fact, the so-called stove is to put firewood under the pot and use it to cook rice and stir-fry vegetables. I saw my mother lighting a fire under the stove and putting the firewood in. The flame suddenly became strong. I sat next to the stove and opened my mouth in surprise.

Seeing how easily my mother completed it, I was eager to give it a try. He picked up the poker and played with it. But this fire seemed to be deliberately trying to make life difficult for me, preventing me from making it grow stronger. It looked like it was about to go out. The temperature in the pot became weaker and weaker, so my mother came directly to help. She picked up the poker and started playing with it. After a while, the fire became strong again. My mother didn't care about anything I did and asked me not to do anything.

Watching my mother cooking and lighting the fire. I grabbed my mother's hand naughtily. I asked her to let me light the fire. At that moment, the tongs actually left a "signature" on my face. I was so anxious that I hurriedly spoke out, and my mother quickly brought me plaster and applied it to me. A few weeks later, a scar appeared on my face. From then on, this scar settled on my body.

The scars on my face also taught me a lesson: Everything must have a limit. If it exceeds this limit, it will cause trouble for myself and others. 300-word narrative composition Scar 12

My mother used to be very beautiful. Her round face was inlaid with a pair of big, bright eyes, like two black gems. Under the straight nose is a row of white and crystal clear teeth. She looks pretty when she smiles, especially her thin mouth, which is like a cherry in March. You can tell at a glance that she is eloquent.

However, a car accident last year destroyed my mother’s beautiful face.

I remember it was late at night on December 28th. Our family happily drove back to Yuechi from Guang'an after attending a friend's birthday party. Due to the influence of alcohol, fatigue that day, and the thick fog in the cold winter, my father crashed the car into a large pile of sand in front of him. At that time, I had already fallen asleep and was sleeping sweetly. It was my mother - her first reaction was to push me away, and her whole face hit the dashboard of the car due to the inertia of the car. Suddenly, blood stained her cheeks red, and she became unconscious, but because of my mother's push, I was safe. Afterwards, my mother received more than 30 stitches. A pretty face became "ugly", but in my mind, my mother will always be the most beautiful. Because her selfless maternal love is always more beautiful than any other beauty!

Maternal love is the warm sun, dedicating her rays; it is the vast ocean, revealing a broad mind; it is a fertile soil, nurturing the growth of children.

The greatness of maternal love lies in the selflessness of maternal love. Maternal love is a crutch in difficulties... Ah, mother, I love you! 300-word narrative composition Scar 13

Every day when I go to school and after school, my parents and teachers always give me countless instructions - be sure to pay attention to safety. Speaking of safety, I can't help but think of that unforgettable encounter when I was a child.

It was a Sunday afternoon. I finished my homework at home and had nothing to do, so I went to play with my friends. After searching around, it turned out that they were hiding behind a big tree, roasting and eating grasshoppers. I also joined in and ate with them. After a while, I felt that there were too many people and it was boring, so I opened up a good "base area" by myself, where there was a lot of hay. I found a box of matches, piled a pile of hay, and then went to catch grasshoppers. I caught a lot of grasshoppers and strung them on a bunch of wires. Then I lit the hay and put the grasshoppers on it and roasted them. After a while, the grasshoppers were cooked. I took my masterpiece and ran to show it off to my friends and share the delicious food with them. After eating, I returned to my "base area" and found that it had turned into a sea of ??fire. My friends shouted: "It's on fire! Put out the fire!" But at this time, I didn't dare to face my mistake and hid in the backyard of my house in fear. The adults went to put out the fire with shovels and buckets. After more than half an hour, the fire gradually extinguished. My mother found me from the backyard, already crying. She didn't hit me, she just told me a lot about safety.

Although this incident has happened many years ago, it is like a scar that will remain deep in my heart forever, reminding me to pay attention to safety all the time. 300-word narrative composition Scar 14

When I was still in school, our family went to Ma'anchi Park to see the tulip flower show.

As soon as I entered the park, there was a roaring sound of motors in the flowers not far away. I thought it was a remote control car, but in fact it was several gardeners working on a lawn mower. Out of curiosity, I ran close to it. When I was two meters away from it, suddenly there was an explosion from the lawn mower. The tourists around me suddenly became quiet. I felt a sharp pain and a cut was cut on my arm. I suddenly burst into tears.

My grandparents quickly checked my whole body and confirmed that the debris splashed out from the lawnmower track had cut my right arm, and a ten-centimetre-long wound was bleeding continuously. Everyone decided to send me to the hospital immediately. My family went out to stop the car. My mother informed the staff that construction work was prohibited during the park visit to avoid such an incident from happening again. The person in charge felt very sorry and followed us to the hospital. I went to the hospital and while waiting for emergency room registration, I found that the wound was no longer bleeding and the bleeding had stopped. When I finally got in line, I looked calm and asked about my condition like an adult, "Doctor, what's wrong with me?" "The doctor said that because the underwear and sweater blocked the dirt on the skin, there was no need for a tetanus shot. There was no foreign matter inside, and the bleeding had stopped. Fortunately, the wound was long, but it did not need to be bandaged. It only needed cleaning and disinfection. , just open the wound without rubbing it.

The wound healed soon, and from then on I had an unforgettable scar. 300-word essay about scars 15

I was at home during the Children's Day holiday, and after finishing my homework early, I was very bored.

At this time, Wu Qiyou called and asked me to go and play with him. I happily agreed. After riding to his house, I said to him: "It's so boring! What should I do for fun?" He said to catch people with their eyes closed. It was good to catch people, but there were too few people. , so we invited a few more friends to play together.

The game begins, the rules are: rock, paper, scissors, the loser puts on a blindfold to catch the other 4 people. Alas, I lost the first game, and I felt very uncomfortable. I thought: What's going on! I usually win every game I play, but how could I...lose this time? I was so angry, but I had to admit defeat, so I reluctantly put on a blindfold and started catching people.

"I'm here! Come here quickly! Come and catch me." At the beginning, the classmates said in unison. The sounds around me made me confused about my direction. I rushed over and bumped into something. I immediately took off my blindfold. At this time, Wu Qiyou looked at me, rushed over and pulled me and said: "Go!" I was stunned after being pulled over. I didn't know what happened, but I only heard a scream from behind. I looked back, The lower right corner of Wu Qiyou's neck was severely scalded by boiling water.

He grabbed his pants hard, biting his teeth hard, and shed tears. Later, a heavy scar appeared on his neck, which left regret and guilt in my heart.

That time, I understood the truth that you should be calm when encountering problems in life. If you are as reckless as this time, you will not only cause trouble to yourself, but also bring trouble to others.