Walking on the road 1 There is no road on the ground. If there are many people walking, it becomes a road.
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Life is easy to get old, and the years are fleeting. Someone once said, "What have you gained and lost in the marathon of life?" What I get is growth that I can't buy, and what I lose is time that I can't buy.
Usually at home, I just read the diary I wrote before. Looking at myself in the past, I found a word "dream" in my diary. Suddenly thought of a distant dream. But I don't know how to go this way.
Maybe I will continue to be confused, maybe I will succeed. I plunged into the sea of books to find a way out. In this way, I am not confused, and gradually I found the starting point of this road. The book also took me on the road. Some people may have found a treasure on this road, and some people may have experienced the ups and downs of life. I walked my own way in confusion.
In one book after another, I realized the life feelings of my ancestors. I also have my own understanding of life: life is like a road, on which you will experience all kinds of accidents, but in the end, there is still an end.
Walking on the road, excellent composition 2 seems like water flies, and I am a student in an instant. There are many unforgettable things when I was growing up. The most unforgettable thing is the hundredfold change, from fear of learning to self-confidence. Bernard Shaw.
I remember when I was in the fourth grade, I began to remember words in English. A word composed of several words is a "new thing" to me, and it feels strange. (Student George Bernard Shaw) Many words can't be remembered or written. I'm so nervous that my palms are sweating, like ants on hot bricks.
After dinner, I got scared and let my father take it. Dad has finished writing, and more than a dozen words are not well written. (Writing Hamlet by william shakespeare) Seeing my heartache, my father not only didn't criticize me, but also told me the English learning method of "reading more, writing more and practicing more". Don't make it too complicated. The 26 English letters are the same as our Chinese pinyin. Put different letters together and you will become the word you are learning now. Read it several times in order first, and it's easy to remember. Dad can't write the words you are learning now, but he will write them with you. How about you and me dictating to each other? ""。
Someone told me that my heart was warm. Dad patiently accompanied me to write and read one by one. So one day, two days, one week, two weeks. My confidence is back. Remember the big obstacle of words, I have been able to sort it out.
In short, everyone will experience ups and downs on the road of growth. Face the difficulties bravely and you will see a rainbow.
Walking on the Road Excellent Composition 3 Today, I looked at my report card in dismay. I got 94 points in Chinese and came fourth. Mathematics 99.5 points, second place; English 74 points ...
What should I do? I only got a poor 74 in the English exam. I think I can already see my parents cursing like knives.
At this moment, I found an old man observing ants. I went over and asked him, "Grandpa, are you observing ants?" Are you a scientist? Grandpa replied motionless, "no, I'm just watching how it gets through the difficulties." "It turned out that the ant was carrying a piece of bread crumb, but because he couldn't see the road ahead clearly, he stuck the bread crumb on a thorn!" Maybe it should give up! "I said to myself." Don't give up easily, "Grandpa said suddenly. Obviously, it doesn't want to give up.
The ant seems to have found the root of the problem, climbed to the root of the thorn, pushed hard and the crumbs fell off. The ant held the trophy high and walked on.
Don't give up easily. The old man's words are engraved in my heart. Keep changing and be the best you can be!
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I am already a fifth-grade primary school student. There are many unforgettable things in my growing up. The most unforgettable thing is my change from fear of learning to self-confidence.
I remember when I was in the fourth grade, I began to remember English words. Words composed of several letters were "new things" to me and felt strange. Many words can't be remembered and written. I'm nervous and sweaty, like ants on hot bricks.
After dinner, I timidly asked my father to dictate words to me. When I finished writing my father, I found that few of the ten words were written correctly. Seeing me embarrassed and worried, my father not only didn't criticize me, but also told me how to learn English: "English pays attention to reading, writing and practicing more." Don't think too complicated about words. Twenty-six English letters are like our Chinese Pinyin. Different letters are combined to become the words you are learning now. It's easy to remember by spelling it several times in order. Dad can't write the words you are learning now. Dad will write with you. So, can you and I give orders to each other? "
I feel warm after listening to it. Dad patiently accompanied me to write and read one by one. In this way, one day, two days, one week, two weeks ... my confidence came back. I have been able to clear the big obstacle of memorizing words.
In short, everyone will experience ups and downs on the road of growth. As long as you face the difficulties bravely, you will definitely see the rainbow!
Walking on the Road Excellent Composition 5 After school, I finished a day's class and walked on my way home. Thinking that there was no wonderful TV series last night, I can continue to watch it today, thinking about the dinner cooked by my mother at night, and of course thinking about whether to do my homework or watch TV first. It can be said that it is painful and happy.
On the way home from school, you don't have to face endless knowledge and problems in the classroom, and you don't have to be full of expectations and high hopes for your parents at home. It's a bit like stealing for a long time, and you can enjoy your own unconstrained style. I can look at pedestrians in a hurry on the road and guess their mood.
Look, the elder sister in front looks at her watch while walking, as if there is something urgent. At this moment, she couldn't see how beautiful the flowers in the roadside garden were. The little brother over there pointed to the toys in the shop and cried and made trouble, but he couldn't see the heavy package and tired expression on his mother's hand. Not far away, two children helped an old woman to cross the road slowly. I saw the bright smiles on their faces.
Pedestrians on the road have different shapes, and they can't help imagining themselves in the future. Is my sister worried, or is she overwhelmed by the heavy life like that young mother? I always hope that I can always be as energetic and kind as those two children.
I like a sentence very much, not because life is beautiful, but because life is beautiful after laughing. Laughing and cursing are all life, and the most beautiful thing is nothing else. Cheer up and end this short journey.
How beautiful it is to walk on the road.
Have a dialogue and speak.
Mind thoughts, listening.
Many days of love
And what happened.
-"Remembrance" Holderlin
I walked on the road and thought: I don't know what the future is like? Perhaps, this road has long been doomed, perhaps this is to move forward more firmly. I know I love this moment and I don't miss anything else. I don't care about the distance, there seems to be a vague night. I only love this moment, my heart is beating here.
I know every day is different, so there is always something wonderful. I know what I need and what I need to do. On the way forward, I met the sun waving to me and people smiling at me. Although life seems endless, hasty and lonely, it is not too lonely, and always holds the pulse of life in coming and going. The blowing wind and the rippling music are my companions at night. When I can't stand loneliness, I will always have an ecstasy, a hug, a heartbreaking climax, and step into peace with the night.
Every day is ordinary and every moment is fresh. The air in the morning is like milk and clear water. I like where I live in front of me. Here, I am slowly looking for the so-called life. At this moment, I suddenly remembered a sentence by Heidegger when explaining Holdrin's poems. He said, "Fate is silently related to human beings-it is a mysterious and silent way." Therefore, I hope to be as close to my wishes as possible in the future.
Walking on the road excellent composition 7 children! You walk home from school every day. What's the fun? Come and write!
Walking on the path home from school every day, I often play some small games by myself. Sometimes, I carry a heavy schoolbag and race with passing bicycles.
Whenever I win, I run home cheering, and sometimes I shout with joy. Occasionally, if you don't win a bicycle race several times, you will be depressed and walk all the way back.
However, I usually like to close my eyes and find a place with few people to close my eyes and move forward. I remember once, I went back to my yard and walked forward with my eyes closed. Hardly had I closed my eyes when it got dark. Although I am a little scared, I don't think blind people will ever see the bright sky. They are still alive! Thinking of this, I got up the courage to leave ... but how did I find that there were many bugs barking around me? Ah! I opened my eyes and saw that I had entered the grass.
Another time, I was walking home from school and saw a black butterfly with curved tentacles. "ah! Big butterfly, what a beautiful big butterfly. " I said. I tried desperately to catch Princess Butterfly, but I missed it.
This is an interesting story on my way home! Tell me your interesting story, too
I walked on my way to school and saw many things. Guess what I saw?
Walking on the way to school, I saw a busy street. The road is crowded with people. Some people drive to work, some people sit in chairs to rest, some people take their children for a walk ... I am dazzled.
On my way to school, I saw our monitor-Chen Qiuyan. She has long straight hair, bright eyes and a small mouth that can talk and sing. How cute!
Walking on the way to school, I saw a beautiful scene in the park: the grass is green, and the sun seems to be a big fireball, shining on the scorching sun. A gust of wind blew, and several willows swayed their branches, as if graceful girls were dancing there. Those flowers are scrambling to open. They are as white as snow, as red as fire, as pink as chardonnay, as green as jade ... really colorful! These scenes are like a beautiful picture!
Finally arrived at school, but I didn't forget the beauty on my way to school!
When the school bell rang, everyone rushed out of school. In less than five minutes, the school classroom was empty, and they started their journey home, hoping to return to their warm home as soon as possible.
Walking, walking, I don't know how long I've been here, and I feel a little bored, but inadvertently, I found a golden retriever, like a unique god of gold. When I walked past her, I wanted to look back a few more times. When I went to the original place, I kept thinking about golden retriever. I was very interested in dogs.
Thinking and thinking, I feel bored, so I look around. I feel happier when I see cars coming and going, with street trees next to them and street trees on the other side.
I looked up and saw a white cloud, shaped like a boat. I really want to sit on it and go home.
Walking and thinking, I saw my home in front of me, so I ran home, ended my journey home and looked forward to my trip home tomorrow.
Walking on the road 10 Grandma's house is in the country. There is a rugged path in front of the door. On one side of the path is a clear and slowly flowing stream and an oblique hillside; On the other side is an endless field.
In spring, walking on the country road, the breeze blows from time to time. There is always a scent of wild flowers in the breeze. Stop and look into the distance, and you will see beautiful flowers of various colors dotted with endless green mountains and fields.
There are rows of weeping willows by the river. On the green willow branches, countless new lives are spit out. Willow is not tall, but slim. The slender willow branches are the hair of a willow girl dancing with the wind. Some of them fall to the ground and look from a distance, just like a group of delicate green-haired girls dancing with the wind.
On the other side of the river, a green wheat field extends to the horizon. Under the sun, the wind is like a fairy in a fairy tale, stroking the wheat field with gentle hands. Huh? When did it rain in Mao Mao? Thousands of silver silk, rippling in mid-air, like diffuse veils and countless silk threads, slowly pull up the green grass leaves on the ground; Gradually, the rain came and fell on the stream, like dripping into a glittering jade plate and splashing pearls! That naughty wheat doll, busy sucking greedily, jumped up in the rain! When the rain stopped, nectar had been sprinkled on every petal.
Walking on a small road in the country and looking at the beautiful scenery in the country, I always feel like flying with my wings open!
Walking on the road 1 1 Light rain came like an elf of the earth, kissing my body and mind, and my heart trembled for it.
Fantastic and wonderful rain, I don't know when it rained, but I feel a slight tide on the ground. I looked up and saw the rain flying all over the sky! Light rain came happily, with light footsteps like snow and unique gentleness like wind. The rain, stroking the fallen leaves, stroking the withered phoenix tree.
Once upon a time, have you ever experienced blood flowing here, making the rain so sad; Once upon a time, many literati and poets lamented the rain, which made it feel that things were different; Once upon a time, did anyone chat under the buttonwood, which made you feel helpless about the years. Since ancient times, how many generals, heroes and literati have stayed here, and who knows that the prosperity of the world is just a dream of Conan? This dream will eventually dissipate. Life, for all your pursuits, death is just waking up from a big dream. Who can wake up in this vast world and become the most sacred Confucius of Confucianism? Or Taoist Laozi? Or are they hermits who have long been forgotten by the world? Struggle and not struggle are all one idea. I can't control people's minds, but I may be right about one thing: fame and fortune will eventually turn to dust. Perhaps, some people just had a gorgeous dream. What I want to do is to weave my dreams.
The rain quietly dispersed, as calm as when it came.
Walking on the Road 12 Gradually, we grow up and have a sense of direction to identify the path. But also stopped at the crossroads, in front of me, is infinite confusion, but still struggling, unremitting struggle. The result is often unexpected, but they still walk tirelessly.
You will find what adults say: study hard and you will get a good job for a long time. Maybe I will abandon everything and enjoy the so-called future comfort faster. This seems desirable. But the reality makes me powerless. I can't give up those diplomas for a comfortable trip.
Maybe some people are obedient people who are not motivated, but I have to say that they dare to do and play, so they squander their youth, but I think it is obviously just a fantasy to have both.
So, I have been studying and working hard.
I have always believed that as long as I am willing to work hard, I will be able to paint a colorful life with gorgeous brushstrokes. Sometimes looking back at the hardships of this road is very fulfilling.
Some people will say, face the reality with the fruits of hard work, who knows the ups and downs. The answer may be no, but so what, at least you let others see that you have succeeded, and you have done better than them. You know, every successful person, they have paid a lot.
The road of life is long and lonely. To go on successfully, there are countless thorns and cracks to face. But firmly believe that nothing can stop you as long as you are willing to go.
Walking on the road 13 I woke up early, reviewed the contents of yesterday's class and started a day's work.
"Heaven is the great responsibility of the people of Sri Lanka, so we must study hard first ..." The sound of reading rang out early in the classroom, and I was unwilling to lag behind, chasing their footsteps in the classroom.
"Come on, class is over, let's play basketball quickly." I turned my head and refused their invitation. "Class is a time to show whether a person has self-discipline. If you don't learn at this time, when will you learn? " . After that, my classmates were all infected by my spirit and stayed in the classroom to study. On the sunny road, they are also chasing my footsteps.
Life is so charming, life is not just books, but also sports!
Sports has always been my weakness since I was a child. In order to fill this gap, I specially participated in the running on Wednesday afternoon. There is no limit to the number of meters. The important thing is to keep running. A few friends and I ran around for three or four times, so tired that we climbed on the ground for seven or eight minutes. Although we are tired, we are still laughing after we are tired. On the sunny road, let's fight together!
On the sunny road, although there are often storms, it can't wash away our rock-like beliefs. Our beliefs sometimes waver, but what's the point of life without struggle and passion? Yes, that is youth. Youth has given us the motivation to move forward, let us rally again and again and make a comeback!
On the sunny road, we sweat and create brilliance.
On the sunny road, there are still our footprints.
Walking on the road, excellent composition 14 seems like water flowing. In a blink of an eye, I am a fifth-grade pupil. There are many unforgettable things when I was growing up. The most unforgettable thing is the hundredfold change, from fear of learning to self-confidence.
I remember when I was in the fourth grade, I began to remember words in English. A word composed of several words is a "new thing" to me, and it feels strange. Many words can't be remembered or written. I'm so nervous that my palms are sweating, like ants on hot bricks. )
After dinner, I got scared and let my father take it. Dad has finished writing, and more than a dozen words are not well written. Seeing my heartache, my father not only didn't criticize me, but also told me the English learning method of "reading more, writing more and practicing more". Don't make it too complicated. The 26 English letters are the same as our Chinese pinyin. Put different letters together and you will become the word you are learning now. Read it several times in order first, and it's easy to remember. Dad can't write the words you are learning now, but he will write them with you. How about you and me dictating to each other? "
Someone told me that my heart was warm. Dad patiently accompanied me to write and read one by one. So one day, two days, one week, two weeks. My confidence is back. Remember the big obstacle of words, I have been able to sort it out.
In short, everyone will experience ups and downs on the road of growth. Face the difficulties bravely and you will see a rainbow.
Walking on the road one afternoon, after school, I walked on a long and monotonous road, recalling those beautiful sentences in Chinese class and feeling the charm of Chinese.
Before I knew it, I saw a small hotel by the road. This shop is ordinary, but what is unusual is the sign-go home. I was surprised at that time, so I stopped to take a closer look. There is another sentence below: "Where is the sunset, the returnees will stay here." I am surprised again. I was surprised at the warmth and kindness of this sentence. Maybe when I opened this sentence, I suddenly felt a sense of staying. This is the charm of Chinese!
Classical poetry is proud. The signboard of a small shop may just be the feeling of the owner reading a book about Chinese, but it attracts many people to enjoy it.
I am surprised at the cultural heritage displayed in roadside shops. This debut book by China's BLACKPINK is closer to life. So I scanned the world with my heart again, looking for it by the roadside. I found many shop names, and everything was Chinese. As if walking on the road of writing classical Chinese, I learned a language I had never learned before. Don't say that Chinese is unfathomable, and don't say that Chinese is just a plaything for literati. In fact, Chinese is right beside you, back and forth, on the roadside.
Don't think that the language in the book is more noble. The language on the roadside is actually the sublimation of the language in the book.