Composition is just because the road 1 sunset lingers, hanging on the horizon, reluctant to part with me.
I was in a bad mood that day, so I walked in front of the door alone. This road is very interesting. It's called Xiangyang Road. As for why it is called Xiangyang Road, I don't know. Walking on the road, feeling the warm current brought by the ground, the troubles in my heart are also alleviated. Take a deep breath and spit it out slowly. I looked up and saw the red sun in the sky, shook my head slightly and whispered, "Forget it." So I took my steps and walked eastward, looking at my back stretched by the sun, as if my father's melancholy face appeared in front of me again. If you are depressed, you will walk more and more slowly.
Although slow, it is the end point after all. With a sigh, I turned back.
I turned around and saw the sun, only redder than before, like a ripe red apple, which made people want to take a bite. At this time, the sun is setting at the speed visible to the naked eye. For a moment, I understood the meaning of Xiangyang Road. The sun just falls on the road, which makes people feel that as long as they walk along this road, they can walk to the sun. Lazy red light, all sprinkled on the road, but not dazzling. There are occasional lights shining on the road. It's broken glass that declares war on diamonds! The haze in my heart suddenly vanished, and I had a strange affection for it. The sunshine seems to pass through my heart, warm and bright. "Xiangyang Road, Xiangyang Road!" I meditated twice before it dawned on me.
Sometimes, some roads in life are just like Xiangyang road. Walking in one direction is stormy, but walking in the other direction is a completely different scenery. And we should find the right direction on the sunny road of life.
That road is called Xiangyang Road. You need to get rid of the shadow and turn to face the light. Only in this way can this road be truly called Xiangyang Road.
May everyone have a sunshine avenue in their hearts!
The composition is just because that road is a galaxy in the bright night sky, so it is radiant.
That road is a ray of sweet-scented osmanthus in clear autumn, which is so intoxicating.
That road is a drizzle in late spring, so refreshing.
I learned to grow up just because of that dream-chasing road.
Fe+O2==Fe3O4
When I was a child, I dreamed of becoming a writer. At that time, I always liked to look up at the stars and dreamed of becoming a writer one day. But then I gradually found that fantasy is useless. The results of several compositions have been unsatisfactory. I'm at a loss, I'm confused, I'm depressed ... finally understand that the road to chasing dreams requires constant efforts and constant struggle. Just like a chemical reaction, if the reaction concentration of iron and oxygen is not high, how can it produce powerful and brand-new ferroferric oxide?
2H2O2==2H2O+O2↑
In the past, whenever I was in trouble, I liked to ask others for help. Teachers often say: "You can't always rely on others, but you have to rely on yourself to realize your dreams!" " "I didn't agree at first, but I went my own way. Later, in a big exam, I found that the composition question was actually written by me! I am ecstatic and full of confidence. But I did, and I found it difficult. It turns out that I wrote that article while asking the teacher. At this time, I suddenly realized that relying on others to pursue dreams will definitely have bad results! On the way to your dream, you should rely more on yourself. Just like manganese dioxide, it can really promote success faster, but it does not participate in the reaction, and it is more the efforts of hydrogen peroxide itself.
C+O2==CO2
"The day will be a great responsibility, and people must first suffer their ambitions, work their bones and muscles, and starve their flesh." On the road of dreams, setbacks are everywhere. I didn't play well in that composition contest, and the big "C" stung my eyes. I failed in the exam, and my mind was in a mess ... I began to ask myself, frustration is ahead, do you choose to give in or overcome it? I firmly choose the latter, I don't want to give in! I began to find reasons, do induction and practice frequently. The next year, I succeeded in getting an A in the competition. I understand that in the face of setbacks on the road of dreams, we should not give in to them, but bravely overcome and conquer them and turn them into strength, just like carbon meets oxygen!
Just because of that road, growth is no longer dark and monotonous.
It is because of that road that the growing flowers can bloom in the wind.
It is because of that road that growth is more colorful.
The composition is only because of that road. In the afternoon, I sat by the window alone, doing my homework bored. It began to rain outside the window, and the raindrops hit the road, making an irregular tick, which made me even more annoyed. It seems that my parents can stay with me at this time, so that my heart can be calm.
At this time, they have no time to take care of me. They are in the next room with their little brother. Since he came to this world, he has taken away my love.
Looking out the window, the road was empty, and the dripping rain and my brother's coquetry made me feel more and more bored. These sounds are mixed with my inner anger, like a burning fireball, which heats up sharply and seems to explode in my thin chest.
I can't stand it any longer. I rushed out of the room and came to the familiar road, hoping that the rain would extinguish the fire in my heart.
It's raining harder and harder. With the autumn wind, the road was covered with fallen leaves. At this time, I am like this fallen leaf, falling alone. They used to be watered by rain and green, but now they are no longer in their prime and are so vulnerable in the wind and rain. In retrospect, I once enjoyed my parents' love for me alone. I was so happy. If it weren't for the appearance of my younger brother, I should be the one who spoiled in front of my parents. Now, I can only walk on the road alone.
The rain will stop eventually, and the road is getting lively. People come and go through it, although there is still some mud on the road. They come from different places, follow the same road and rush to different goals. Have they ever complained about that road? I believe that the road will become more solid after the rain clears, just because it is a road. Parents should not pour their love into me, because they are parents.
I happened to find a small sapling on the roadside, which was quietly sprouting. Under the saplings, there are patches of fallen leaves, some of which have rotted in the soil. Rot to the extreme, it will nourish another little life again, so that life can continue.
Wandering on that road, my heart became more calm than ever. All this is just because of that road. It tells me that love, only by sharing, will become more solid and make everything more meaningful.
Writing is just because of that road. Four people have to walk hundreds of millions of roads in their lives. The road that impressed me the most is a very ordinary road that I often take.
This road is my only way from home to school. Not far, just a few hundred meters, but it's beautiful. Both sides of the road are covered with buttonwood trees, especially in autumn, the leaves turn yellow and fall to the ground like a golden carpet. When my classmates and I walk on it, we often pick each other's favorite leaves. At home, there are many beautiful fallen leaves bookmarks in my schoolbag.
This road is a very ordinary path, so ordinary that it has no name. But I love this road very much because it has my happiest time.
Every day after school, students from the same way go home together and walk on that path together. The road is small, but it's all uphill. We just rushed up from school with our schoolbags on our backs and ran in a race. Whoever wins will ask other students for presents. It may be a candy, it may be a pen. We will also chat together, walking and chatting. Sometimes when I talk about rising and don't want to go home, I will go to a classmate's parents to talk all night. On this road, as long as a classmate is in a bad mood, the classmates will comfort him together, and all the troubles will disappear without a trace when they get home.
Leaves are falling, and time passes along the fingertips. I have been on this road for six years. The number of students going home together has also changed from a dozen to five or six. I am in the sixth grade, and my studies are relatively heavy. I don't have much time to play. As soon as school is over, I will go home to eliminate piles of olympiad and English. The innocence and loveliness of childhood were washed away with the flood of time. Our past innocence has disappeared, but this road remains the same.
Today, it is raining in Mao Mao. By the time I left the sunrise school, there was no one left. Walking on this road, looking at the leaves of the plane falling with the wind and recalling the bits and pieces of childhood are the most precious and beautiful memories. Walking to the door of the community, I looked back at this road that accompanied me to grow up, and my heart was mixed. Another plane tree leaf fell at my feet. At that moment, the name of this road popped up in my mind, so I called it "the road of memory"!
The composition is only because of that road. Just because of that road.
It always gets dark quickly in November. I lie prone in front of the window, feeling more tired than ever. The pressure of study and the distress of life make me breathless. The noise of the TV in my ear makes me more annoyed. No, I have to go out for a walk. So, inadvertently, I sneaked out and walked aimlessly on a quiet road.
The moonlight shines on the road, which is less cool and warmer under the reflection of street lamps. I empty myself and let the night engulf me. However, a cell phone ringtone came into my world, and I was at a loss when I looked at the caller ID.
"Hello, Mom."
"Why did you go out so late?"
"I, I went to my classmate's house to deliver my homework ..."
"Which classmate? Can't it be tomorrow? Is it dangerous to go out so late? Why don't you reassure people at all ... "
Beep, my mother hung up the phone, so I had to eat half a sentence alive. Recalling the criticism just now, I feel even worse. Why can't I even go out for a walk?
I looked up at the sky and prayed that it would give me a solution. At this time, a few birdsongs crossed the night sky. It was a homing bird, and several calls came from the opposite tree from time to time. It's mother bird who is worried about her baby! I suddenly stared, looking around the scenery on the road, the moonlight was concerned about the earth, the street lamps were concerned about pedestrians, the trees were concerned about the surrounding flowers and plants, and now I was standing in the middle of the road, and I was also concerned about people.
A sense of guilt flooded my mind, and I quickly turned around and ran home. How can I burden others just because I am willful? How can I blame people who care about me? It's time for me to grow up and learn to consider the feelings of people around me. Life is full of troubles, but there is no lack of happiness, and I always exaggerate those pains and ignore the happiness of my palm.
I kept running on this road, running, tears gradually blurred my vision, and my heart was shouting thousands of "sorry".
Because of that road, I finally left my willfulness and learned to be considerate.
The composition is only because of that road, one road, one person and one life. -inscription
Next to my hometown, there is a dense forest path, which I still remember vividly.
In spring, walking alone on the path, watching the green trees and red flowers set each other off, listening to the rustling of leaves in the wind and smelling the flowers, is a kind of enjoyment and an experience. If you go deep into it, you will find that you are integrated with the forest, feel its heartbeat and breathing, and feel its joys and sorrows. At this time, the combination of road, people and scenery has become a pattern of youth.
In summer, the trees are more and more lush, and cicadas are singing more and more happily. Sunlight falls from swaying branches and dances lightly on the earth. The wind went through the Woods and rustled the leaves. Together with cicada singing, it becomes a wonderful symphony, as if to accompany the dancing sunshine. When you sit down and listen to this piece of music carefully, you will find that its ups and downs, high and low are full of vitality. At this time, roads, people and scenery are all in harmony with vitality.
In autumn, the yellow leaves fall into the embrace of the soil, and the flowers and plants on the roadside begin to wither and wither. When cicadas disappear, birds don't like to toss about much. The road is full of dead leaves, piled into a path, and it will creak when you step on it. The whole forest seems sleepy. At this time, people, roads and scenery are combined into a depression and desolation.
In winter, snow covers everything, and the sun still sheds its brilliance without stint. The difference is that the sunshine at this time is not as warm as before, but mild. Everything is quiet, especially quiet and peaceful. At this time, the road, people and scenery are combined into a peaceful old age.
A road gives me an interpretation of a person's life, from ignorance to maturity, from youth to white hair. I feel that I have been purified and know more about the true meaning of life!
Because of that road, I learned a lot …
The composition is only because of that road. What do you do when you are alone in the dark? I'll just be at a loss before crossing that road.
It was a weekend, and several families met to play in the mountains. After driving for a long time, I watched the scenery outside the window change from a high-rise building to a homestay and return to a field. This endless field, some yellow and some green, just exudes the fragrance of grains without exception, which makes people suspect that it went back to 1000 years ago, but the sparse telephone poles on the roadside make people suddenly realize: Oh, it turns out that this field is so beautiful, regardless of ancient and modern times.
The vast fields are finally occupied by mountains. There are lush greens everywhere, and the rugged rocks have been around for thousands of years, right? The car stopped. "There is no signal here," dad said. "Let's try to walk together." As soon as the voice fell, the children had rushed up the secluded path. Mother followed closely, while father lagged behind. "I'll open the way!" I picked up a branch and walked ahead, poking here and touching there. This "deep forest" is really beautiful! Some nameless and grotesque bryophytes lurk on the stones, and the green stems roll into a bend among the stones, as if there should be ferns and other plants in the magical forest, and occasionally there are a few small white flowers on the roadside, looking at the world curiously. Lush trees stand quietly, and the dry trunk is wrapped with purple vines. I opened my mouth and said, "I really don't know if it's a vine winding a tree or a tree winding a vine …" The lyrics are out of tune. I think everyone will laugh to death. However, after waiting for a long time, laughter never came. I looked back and there was no one there.
Empty ... ()
I suddenly panicked, what should I do? What shall we do? Where am I and where should I go? What should I do to get back to my mother? Ah, by the way, back the way you came. However, when I looked back, my disappointment came to my mind again: which way did I just take? At present, there are three forks in the road, each of which is blowing cold wind and has whistling dead leaves. Did they find me missing? Will they come to me? A gust of wind blew and the leaves rustled. I remembered a story, an old tree turned into Shan Yao and ate a child with bark. Suddenly I felt the evil wind, and my legs were numb, as if there were countless pairs of eyes staring at me. I hurriedly raised my legs, trying to escape from this deserted place, but I didn't know where the front was.
A dead leaf slipped down my shoulder and rose in the wind, like a dead butterfly without wings, as if asking me to follow him. I followed this leaf and ran in the direction I decided. I don't know how long I've been running, but I was stunned by what I saw-a place I've been through countless times! Looks like I'm beating around the bush. Looking at the darker Woods and this "familiar" place, I feel a sense of fear when I am hungry and tired.
I cried helplessly. After crying for a while, I suddenly remembered that my mother said that if I got lost in the mountains, I would follow the water. So I picked up the branches as crutches and walked along the sound of water. Soon a stream appeared in front of me. The stream is very narrow and the water flow is very small, but it draws a bright arc in this abrupt mountain. The stream gurgled down the hillside. I follow the stream, dry my tears and look forward to the empty parking lot-the sun in my heart. Walking, I suddenly saw a strange fern in the rocks by the stream. When you look closer, two slender branches form a love shape, and the joy and vitality of life are fully displayed among the dark green branches. Isn't this the fern I've seen before? It seems that this direction is right. It is getting dark, but my heart is getting brighter and brighter. I don't know how long I walked until the sun went down and there was haze everywhere. I finally returned to the parking lot and found a place to live.
Because of that road, I stopped being afraid, crying, standing still and begging for help. Even if you are alone, you should use your own strength to cross the choppy river and reach the other side of success. Text/Hwang Il-soo
The composition is just because the sun hasn't set on that road, and I can't bear to part with it.
Time can easily throw people away, and the neck of the father who rode it has already been bent. Although time is a swift horse, it is not sick. The watch drawn on the wrist has never turned again, but we have grown up irresistibly and inevitably. No matter how much you give up, you can't catch time. On the road of 14, we will usher in a better life, taste the bitterness of youth, endure the pain of youth bumps and experience the happiness of youth.
At two o'clock every day, the best road with scenery is the one from school to home. There are no lush trees on that road, and a few small trees can block some sunshine in the scorching sun. There are no tall buildings on that road, only a small bungalow with dogs, cows, sheep and even a horse. I don't understand anything. It sounds like saying, "School is over, son!" There is no asphalt road with flat ink marks on that road, but there are many potholes on the concrete floor accumulated over the years ... these scenery are too familiar. It was not until one day that my back grew longer and longer that I found a sunset that accompanied me for a long time. It is as red as a big apple, so mature that people always want to take a bite. I'm lazy and my face is a little hot in the sun. Sometimes it shines on the glass of the next bungalow, which is a little reflective, but not dazzling. Maybe it's because the school is close to me. The sun is very big, and I feel very close to me. I don't have to jump a few more steps. I can reach it with one hand, but I think of myself as Kuafu walking day by day, but I am afraid of burning my hands or dying of thirst. I am a little scared. ...
Stuff your memories into your backpack and don't let them slip away. Facing the wind and rain, facing the sunshine, running forward on the road of youth, we should bravely rush, set out and always be on the road. There are endless scenery in the world, and people have a feeling of youth.
The sun hasn't set yet, and you can't bear to part with me.