A composition about the road "Wow ..." Raindrops fell happily on the road, then splashed with crystal water and merged into a stream, singing tirelessly. The empty path of my home opened the valve of my mind.
Alas! The path, the unbearable path in front of the school ...
Spring: Spring girls come hand in hand with the spring breeze, and naughty sand on the path also sets off waves and flies to the sky one after another. The sky is so dark that people can't open their eyes. On it, people do not know how many uncivilized stories have been staged.
In summer, this path is pitted and muddy by rain. People are one foot deep and one foot shallow, and wrestling is common. It is often seen that big classmates help small classmates. Even so, the students are still covered in mud.
In winter, snowflakes fall from the sky, and ice and snow cover everything, beautiful or ugly. If you are not careful, you have to get in close contact with it.
Throughout the year, the path remains the same, and the story that happens remains the same.
"oh! Road repair! Road repair! " The long-awaited news spread like wildfire, and the path became a wide and flat cement road in the laughter of the students. The cement road is like a silver belt, winding and extending to the main road.
Every day, students walk on this flat concrete road, not to mention how beautiful it is. On both sides of the path, there are green grass and trees, and clusters of red flowers decorate the path so beautifully. I really want to stay up there for a while.
But it didn't last long. New houses have sprung up next to the path, and several vendors have appeared next to the path, including those selling fried chicken wings, shaved ice, snacks and toys ... A lot of garbage, chicken wing residues, bamboo sticks and flying food bags have gradually appeared on the roadside like tumors. The sewage discharged from the sewers of several families deliberately flows to the path, which seems to be covered with a black dress and has a stench from time to time. It is conceivable that the fate of those flowers and plants will be like that. Everyone covered their noses and walked quickly across the path. No one wants to stay here for too long, even for a moment. It seems that time is reversed and the path is the same as before. Gradually, there are not many companions in the path, only dirty sewage and garbage are left. This road is so lonely.
Although the path in the rain was washed clean, it was still so lonely and the path was crying. It tells its own misfortune to Xiaoyu, its own sorrow to those lonely little flowers, its own difficulties to nature and its own demands to people.
Alas! Path, lonely path ...
After the rain cleared, the sewage flowed on the path again. Somebody help it.
Everything in the world will change, the mountains will rise and the sky will be bluer. I found that the potholed dirt road has also become a brand-new shiny asphalt road.
I used to go to school along this path. I either twisted my ankle when I walked, or fell down by bike. Every time I came home, I was not black and blue. When it rains, you walk here. If a car passes by, you must pick up your umbrella to keep out the mud, otherwise it will splash on your clothes. This path is the only way for me to go to school and leave school. Every day I go to school easily and happily, but as soon as I get to this path, my mood suddenly turns from sunny to cloudy. Even I, a careless person at ordinary times, have to be careful.
On that occasion, my friends and I walked on this small road and looked at the uneven dirt road carefully. My friends laughed at me for looking so carefully. Suddenly there was a big pit. I reminded my friend, but she pretended not to hear and went on walking, and fell down with a plop. I looked at my friend's embarrassment and smiled with a plop. I quickly took my friend's hand. "I told you there was a big pit ahead, but you just wouldn't listen." I pouted and said.
A few days later, I saw many people building roads. I went home happily and told my grandparents the good news. There was a sweet smile on grandparents' faces.
After more than a month, the road was finally repaired. After hearing the good news, I ran happily to the asphalt road early in the morning. Birds are singing on the branches, and the grass sticks out its head. It was unusually cool all morning. ...
I have lived in the countryside since I was a child, and the path in front of my house is my most familiar.
In the past, the paths were all dirt roads, but sunny days were fine. As long as it is windy together, people are afraid to walk outside, because if you are not careful, dust will enter your eyes, which is very uncomfortable. Walk outside for a while, and you will become an old man with white hair! Rainy days are even worse. Mud is everywhere. If you step on it, you will sink in. On rainy days, as soon as we go out, there will be many small black spots on our clothes. This will hurt us!
When I was four years old, a group of uncles were working in front of my house with hoes, and then I asked my mother, "Mom, what are they doing?" Mom smiled and touched my head and said, "They are building roads! You can see the cart in the future! " "Mom, what is a cart?" Mom said, "You will know when the time comes!" Then he said to himself, "This day is not far away." In my hope, the road is finally repaired and the car can finally come. I was playing with my friends at that time. Suddenly, I saw a screaming "monster" coming at me. My friends and I were frightened and rushed into the house. I forced my mother who was washing vegetables out and asked, "Mom, look, there is a big monster here!" " My mother looked at the direction of my finger and said with surprise, "This is the big car!" " "Hearing this, I shouted happily," Oh! Here comes the bus! " I screamed and ran to the bus. Many friends are as excited as I am. I felt the "eyes" and "feet" of the bus for a while and was very happy. I didn't leave until the bus left. Since then, the bus is no longer fresh, and I gradually get used to listening to the "beep" horn every day.
In recent days, many uncles have started their "jingling" work in front of my house. The cement road was built this time, so it won't be dusty in the future. Let's cheer for those uncles together!
As the saying goes: to get rich, build roads first. My hometown will be more and more prosperous! I love the path in front of my home, because it is a symbol of the prosperity of my hometown, and I love my hometown even more, because it is my root!
My family lived in an alley in Beijing for 30 years.
The path in front of the door twists and turns. Looking south, there is no end in sight; Looking north, I was blocked by an old ruined temple. How many years ago, the road here was so narrow that people came and went on this narrow and tortuous road every day.
This is a dirt road, and the soil contains countless stones and grains of sand. Whenever the wind blows, yellow sand fills the sky; When it rains heavily, the road is washed into gullies. People still come and go day and night, running back and forth, filling the ravine with their feet and sweat.
According to the old people, there were only a dozen families here at the earliest, and the houses were sparse. Later, the number of homes gradually increased, and huts were slowly built in the gaps between houses and at the corners along the road. I saw those rugged, red, yellow, gray and black small houses crowded together, making the hutong more narrow and tortuous.
When I was a child, some dilapidated earthen houses in the hutongs were renovated, and the red walls with gray tiles added fresh breath and joyful atmosphere to people's hearts. The dilapidated temple was pulled down and an independent small building was built on the original foundation. At first, people celebrated this small building, setting off loud firecrackers and posting bright red couplets became a festive activity in the small alley.
Later, I went to college and met the dark and chaotic sun and moon. The shabby houses and messy roads in hutongs often make people feel ugly. Occasionally, I came home to see many roofs covered with weeds, doors and windows damaged, and some even nailed a layer of dark linoleum. The dirt road, which was already quite narrow, was occupied by half a mud wall here, and half a short kitchen stood out there. There is a pile of broken bricks here and several bags of waste there. The road is full of gravel and paper scraps ... the road becomes more slender and narrow. Walking on this road, I feel extremely bored and depressed.
The small independent building faces south. Its gate faces the south road. Along the fence, there is a bend from west to north and from north to east, which is called "Three Bends". In the past, there was a small piece of flat land at the corner. Although it is not spacious, it is a good place for our children to play. From the year when the earthquake shed was built, all kinds of sheds were set up outside the fence, and then slowly built with broken bricks, which became a fixed house. The road naturally became a winding path that became narrower and narrower. Neighborhood, often just because of a trivial matter the size of sesame seeds, will lead to blushing or even rubbing their hands in disputes or disputes. At this time, the hutong has formed unprecedented chaos, crowding and noise.
Once, I helped my father to the hospital. Just out of the house, a young man ran out of the north yard and suddenly ran into a bicycle coming from the south. They all fell on my father, which caused him to be injured, his ankle was red and swollen, and he could not go to work for more than half a year. Then my father said with great regret, "Alas, even walking to my door these days will be unexpected trouble!" " "
It's a few years in a flash. Later I was assigned to work in a remote area. This spring and summer, I went back to Beijing on business. Walking out of the station, I passed several streets by car. The towering buildings were more magnificent than each other, and the flowers and trees on both sides of the street were flourishing. The alley near my home, the high platform against the wall on both sides of the street corner, used to be a barren place where we boys jumped up and down to play, and now we have planted exotic flowers and plants. The dirt road in the alley is paved with brand-new cement square bricks, which is flat and clean. It feels stable and comfortable to stride on it. Broken bricks and low-rise houses with earth walls on both sides of the road were demolished, and rows of new buildings with bluish gray or beige rose from north to south and extended to the "three bends". The small building was demolished and changed into a straight road connecting the north and the south, turning the artificial "three bends" into a straight road, and sleeping cars and tricycles can go straight in and out in the alley.
My family is a relocated household and has the priority to live in the building. One day after dinner, my family walked on the road of cement bricks. My father suddenly said with emotion, "My family has lived in this alley for 30 years. It turns out that this road is so bumpy and tortuous, and today's road is finally paved. I hope this road will become more and more spacious! "
When I stand on the path in my hometown again, it is no longer the narrow, rugged and gravel-covered path. This road has been widened and lengthened: and I am no longer the naughty child who is full of childishness and falls down when walking on it. After all, we are all growing up. ...
Grandma told me about my toddler on the path when I was a child: I was unsteady and anxious to learn early. I accidentally stepped on a small stone and fell down. I burst into tears with a "wow" Just when I felt helpless, my grandmother ran over in three steps and made two steps, gently lifted me up, and then stamped on the ground very hard, cursing like Japanese. I will also beat the ground with meaty little hands, as if I were out of breath and feel much more comfortable. In this way, slowly, I learned to walk.
When I was a child, I was very naughty. I think I was six or seven. In early summer, I sneaked out of the house alone, along the path, catching cicadas and butterflies, catching insects and mowing the grass, and I was very happy. This road goes on and on, and it will never end. There's always another way halfway. Gradually, I felt very tired and fell asleep in the shade of the roadside. I vaguely remember that it belonged to a neighboring village. An uncle asked my father's name and sent me home. When I got back, my family was very worried and asked something. I lay at home for two days that time. I haven't been to that path for a long time. Since then, I know that the road is endless, but my desire to walk to the other end of the road is even stronger. ...
In the summer vacation of the third grade of primary school, my father took me to a far, far place. I only remember that there is a sea there, and the sea surface is wide and there is no end in sight; There are tall buildings that can't see the top; There is also a very wide and dark asphalt road ... I asked my father, why is our road not so wide and dark? Father said, it is still too young, but it will grow up. From then on, I had two paths in my heart. ...
Later, I dreamed that I was very tall and stood on the dark and wide road in my hometown. ...
I am growing up day by day, and the road is growing up day by day, although it is not so wide and dark; But I'm sure I will. Me too.
Composition 6 on the road: "Walking on a small road in the country, the old cow who came back at dusk is my companion, and the blue sky with sunset on his chest is the clothes of sunset ... humming a little song of the country, letting my thoughts fly in the evening breeze, how much loneliness and melancholy are dispersed with the evening breeze and forgotten in the country road."
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The path in the field behind the house is the only way for me to go to school. The scenery along the way is charming all year round.
It's early spring and everything is beginning to recover. It's sunny and sunny. A person walking around a field path is surrounded by a piece of Odano, which is separated on both sides of the path and naturally sandwiched between two rows of houses and two high slopes, giving people an empty, relaxed and free feeling, but it will never make people feel lonely and terrible. At this time, the field is a beautiful landscape painting, and those thick greens are weeds that have just recovered, "the wildfire is still unfinished and the spring breeze is high"; White spots are very small wildflowers. These wild flowers themselves are not beautiful, because their structure is not clear, and only a small white dot can be seen, but when many of them get together, it must be another matter. There are some yellow ribbons and sky-blue blankets in the painting. The yellow ribbon is composed of patches of rape flowers, and the sky-blue blanket is woven by countless wild vegetables and flowers in the moonlight. The overall background of the painting is mottled land with brown and white. In the bright sunshine, this painting is full of vitality and vitality, very beautiful.
In spring and beautiful scenery, I like walking on this road, skipping to school and playing while walking, like a child. At this time, I am the most free and happy, without the complicated eyes of people in the past, without the bondage of the concept that girls should be gentle, without the annoying sadness in life, away from all the constraints and fetters, away from all the right and wrong, and the road left me only the price of freedom, innocence and happiness. Walking on the path, I feel like I have stepped into heaven. Yes, this is my paradise.
Walking along the path, I often clap my hands while walking-that is my symbol and a sign of my happiness. I don't need to shoot an orderly rhythm, just to express my inner joy, that's all. Sometimes jump into the uneven ditch on the roadside; Sometimes I jump from a winding path to a rugged and empty field just across a ditch; Sometimes I will go back to the path, but I will walk freely and smell the fragrance of grass, and
Humming to the fullest, that kind of happiness is really unspeakable.
I am free on the road. I can run as fast as I can when I am on a whim. When I am tired of running, I can continue to stroll, turn left and turn right. "ouch!" Inadvertently, a staggered into the ditch, there is nothing to be ashamed of, let alone sad, just squatting in a small ditch, laughing silly, and then squatting there silently picking wild flowers that bloom early. Those wild flowers grow small and delicate, very weak, just like a group of beautiful and gentle elves. I crouched alone in the gutter, silently and carefully picking beautiful flowers. It took me a long time to pick one, and I often stood up dizzy and blacked out. I picked a few small flowers and held them like a baby, then I looked forward to Miss Feng's visit. I hold the spirits full of moonlight high, and when the breeze blows, they float away happily with the wind. Watching the elves go away, I can't help but envy.
A breeze blew, the fragrance was pure and gentle, and it also reminded me of wandering thoughts. Squatting in the ditch again, quietly picking flowers. At this time, I have left this muddy world and wandered alone in the pure land of the soul. The bad habits in the world can no longer infect me. I am in my own Little Paradise, recalling in detail the happy life in my grandmother's house when I was a child. At that time, I often saw me picking flowers in the field in my life. However, at that time, two kind-hearted old people were holding my tender little hand in the same beautiful field with two very safe big hands. Now, I am a girl who grew up alone, picking flowers alone. What used to be a good life has now become a memory, the first and the best memory in my life. Although such a beautiful scene and such a beautiful memory can make me happy, it will never take away my attachment to my childhood life and my nostalgia for living in my grandmother's house. Every time I recall here, my heart will always be particularly comfortable and happy, but in an instant I will leave a pair of astringent eyes that I don't know whether I am happy or sad.
A warm wind blew, soft and bright. The touch of the wind and the sweetness of memories made me crouch in a small ditch, especially wanting to sleep, but my thoughts decisively awakened me from dreamlike memories. I stood up and rubbed my wet eyes, took a deep breath of the fragrance of spring, absorbed its purity and exhaled slowly. When I bowed my head, I suddenly found a beautiful moonlight petal in my hand: I have returned to my childhood a long time ago. Why didn't I notice it? My mind began to fly again. ...
After thinking about it, I gently picked up some flowers and shook my hand. The beautiful elves happily drifted to their paradise with the wind. There are some elves who may miss their hometown and don't want to leave, but I know they are eager to go to heaven, so I gently blew on them. The beautiful elves left my hand, but they still lingered around me. I don't understand. Listen carefully. Oh, so they are thanking me for making a decisive choice for them. I understood what the elf meant, smiled and they left. I know that it won't be long before the lovely elves will reach their own paradise, and how happy they will be then! Just like me. The path in the field gave me too much. They will be the most beautiful and precious wealth in my life.
Oh, I appreciate it, Xiao Lu. You will always be my most beautiful paradise!
Composition on the Road 7 Summer evening in the countryside, before dark, the moon slipped out early and leaned against the clouds, giving off a soft light.
My sister and I lived in the relatives' house in the rural area of Daci for a while, and our stomachs were full after dinner. In order to help digest food, we decided to go out for a walk. Farmer brother Wangwang volunteered to call: "I'll lead the way, I'll lead the way!" "He took my hand and took my sisters for a walk.
Walking on a country road, I sometimes inadvertently step on a pile of chicken manure or something, but I didn't care, because I was already intoxicated with the beautiful scenery of the country. Our party skipped along, and many big dragonflies flew in front of us, flapping their thin wings and making a "buzzing" sound. Corn is planted everywhere on the roadside. Some corn leaves are still sticking out of the roadside, so we have to push them away and bend over through the corn forest to a meadow. In the middle of the grass stands a tall pear tree, which is full of yellow-brown fruits, but it is still small and immature. From time to time, there were waves of sweet voices in the grass. It was crickets singing happily, as if welcoming us. Suddenly, I slipped and fell back to the ground, lying on my back on the grass. I can clearly see the terraces that are far apart, one layer after another, and the vegetables on each layer are different and the colors are different. At this moment, Want Want came running and helped me up. Said, "Why are you so stupid? Your clothes are soaked with dew and still in a daze! " I smiled and thought, it's not that I'm stupid, but that I'm attracted by the beautiful scenery here!
Wangwang clamored to play hide-and-seek, but it was getting dark and everyone decided to come back tomorrow. At this time, I suddenly found one or two small fire spots not far away. Want Want also saw it and shouted happily, "Look at that, firefly!" " Seeing him in heaven, I couldn't help touching his little head.
The wind blows gently on our faces, and the fresh air is mixed with the fragrance of weeds and soil. If you go for a walk in the field at this time, you will find that the whole field is echoed with our songs and laughter. ...
The composition on the road laughs all the way and is sad all the way. We are on the road of growth, experiencing infinite emotion and unexpected sadness, forming a colorful world, in which we enjoy ourselves.
The world of childhood is colorful, and the witticisms of childish things attract adults to laugh. At that time, we were innocent and carefree. I still remember when I was a child, my kite rolled off the assembly line, and I was in tears, snuggling in my mother's arms and coquetry, asking her to buy me what I wanted, and everything was sealed in my memory. It is the most beautiful and true portrayal of me.
I went to primary school and began to have self-esteem, knowing that I should get ahead. So I started my career of studying hard and began to compete with others. My life is completely occupied by study, and all tastes change with the quality of my grades. But more importantly, I have my own good friends with whom I can share the joys and sorrows of life and study. It feels good to fight side by side, and I am no longer lonely.
The life of teenagers seems to be more troublesome and more competitive. I often feel sad because of my bad relationship with my parents, regret because of my falling grades, and worry more about my growth. I want to fight acne all day. These changes have aroused my heart to move forward. I will work hard and do what others have done. The pen under the lamp moved quickly, and my head shook again and again, but I kept trying. Finally ushered in their own victory.
Walking on the beach, leaving footprints, walking on the road of growth, looking back, will also leave solid and profound footprints, bearing the changes of growth and joys and sorrows, which are shining in the sun.