When there is no road in the world, Mr. Lu Xun used his wise mind to tell those who are searching up and down the long and bitter road-in fact, there is no road on the ground, and more people walk, it becomes a road.

Things have changed. Now people no longer struggle for no road, nor will they shed blood for the road. All roads are in front of us, with water, land and air crisscrossing, and all roads lead to Rome. Even those places that used to be bird roads, animal roads, blocked mountains and flooded water have now become natural barriers. The north and south became a reality in an instant, so there was the saying of the global village. Indeed, nowadays, stepping out of the door with both feet is the way, and even if you go the wrong way, it is still the way. Such a clear and spacious road, let our spirit gallop freely, and let us relax our vigilance. It is not uncommon to fall on the spacious road. Facing the good road, we forget the difficulty of fighting for the road and the caution of crawling on the rugged mountain road, and even lose the treasure of the good road, which makes the tragedy of the road to death happen from time to time.

As the saying goes, the road to light is easy, but the road to darkness is unpredictable. Most of the missteps in life are not at the starting point, nor in the difficult climb, but on the road. So it reminds me that although there are countless roads in front of us, which one should we take? How to get there? Undoubtedly, it is a compulsory course in our life. Especially at the crossroads of life, blindly moving forward, most of them will not have good results. In fact, although there are many roads in the world, not all of them can be taken. There is no obvious sign of going to heaven or going to hell. Only the steelyard in your heart can weigh the pros and cons and decide whether to choose. Although there are many roads in the world, we should not be greedy for more roads in life. As long as people take a good road, recognize and see the road under their feet, the scenery at the end of the road must belong to them. If you covet too much and go astray, no matter how good the road is, life can't stand several tossing and turning.

Read carefully, why is life not a road? Why can't a road be different from a person's life? Life is the road, and the road is life, and the mystery may be in it. How to take the right path in life, only those who come will taste it!

Looking at the narrow alley in front of the door, I can't help but think of that rainy night.

"DuDu-DuDu", the sound of crutches, not far ahead, there is a young man with a disabled right leg, leaning on crutches, supporting his thin body, his crutch head gently touching the ground and walking in a hurry.

It's cloudy. It looks like rain. "A person at dusk, windy and rainy." Poetry contains sorrow, and people are full of sorrow. Silently, I am afraid to move forward. Hey, I failed the exam again. How can I see my parents who are looking forward to their daughters at home again?

"Ouch" slipped and I fell to the ground.

When I got up, the young man on crutches had come to my side.

"It's hard to go, it's hard to go. There are many roads, is it safe now? " My eyebrows are low and black.

"Oh, really, little sister, why don't you read the next sentence:' One day, I will sail straight and cross the deep sea.' "I looked up in surprise and saw his thoughtful eyes staring at me firmly. The staff is full, steady and powerful. ...

I stood in situ and looked down, and finally understood that life is wonderful because of choice. Although there are troubles, bumps and setbacks in my growth, I will not be troubled by setbacks, nor will I be troubled by troubles.

I accidentally read the article "A Female Reporter's Vision" in the newspaper, and my heart moved. "Iron shoulders bear morality and write articles skillfully." From then on, a blue literary dream rose in my heart.

I devoted myself to the vast literary world. With the passage of time, I gradually understood the graceful Li Qingzhao, the bold Li Bai, the feminine Zhu Ziqing, the sharpness of Lu Xun and the harmony of Mark Twain, and a blue literary dream rose in my heart.

That night, I had a dream. In the dream, I took my luggage and set foot on the road alone, just like the "ugly duckling" saw the birds flying freely and longed to go to a place called "ideal road" to run all the way to the sun. The brilliant light blocked my progress, and I was not discouraged. I took my figure on the road again, swimming like a fish and sneaking around. The place I want to go is called the future. Rainbow all the way, the peak blocked my way ... so I flew towards the goal again, repeated several times, and finally flew into the blue sky. I'm singing, flying higher and higher. Suddenly, a strong wind blew and I almost fell to the ground. The storm made my wings ache, and I struggled to win and eventually became the winner.

From then on, there was a dashing girl on the playground, a girl laughing during recess, and a corner of the library was full of me copying and writing all day.

The blue literary dream has become my heartfelt expectation, and the beautiful notebook has become my best training ground. Late at night, cicada fell asleep. It is the pen in my hand that keeps creaking in the orange light. Xiangming has sacrificed himself, and I am still trudging stubbornly, allowing mosquitoes to wreak havoc. In winter, the cold winter wind roared into the window, and my feet were numb. I stood up and stamped my feet, my hands red with cold. I put them in my mouth, and the hot water bottle had already become an ice bag and was thrown aside. There are a series of famous books piled on the cupboard beside the table, such as A Dream of Red Mansions, The Water Margin and How Steel was Tempered.

I dedicated my dreams of 14 years old, 15 years old and 16 years old to literature. I want to knock on the door of the literature museum. I want to write about my peers with my immature and persistent words, so that people can know that fiery and pure, thoughtful and persistent youth.

Release myself, release my mind and fly to my dream place. ...

Gu Jing Road in Tieling Middle School is not a natural product. This is the fruit of our human labor. Since the primitive life appeared in the primitive ocean, there has been a way in the world. The road is coming out!

Nature has its own way, and so does our life. Whether it is the road of nature or the road of life, it is a road. The road must be bumpy, bumpy, and there are many obstacles when stepping on the road. It is impossible to step on this road once.

Since the road is coming out, it needs to be accumulated step by step and persisted step by step. Despite the stormy weather ahead and the thunder and lightning, we are not afraid or flinched. Obstacles are not our goal, but solving them is our goal. We don't have to stop walking because of a small obstacle.

Not afraid of the long road, but afraid of short ambition. Our goals and wishes are to turn our dreams into reality by persistence.

Only by persistence can we truly walk out of a road of our own life and turn the ups and downs into the ground.

"Oh, really, little sister, why don't you read the next sentence:' One day, I will sail straight and cross the deep sea.' "I looked up in surprise and saw his thoughtful eyes staring at me firmly. The staff is full, steady and powerful. ...

I stood in situ and looked down, and finally understood that life is wonderful because of choice. Although there are troubles, bumps and setbacks in my growth, I will not be troubled by setbacks, nor will I be troubled by troubles.

I accidentally read the article "A Female Reporter's Vision" in the newspaper, and my heart moved. "Iron shoulders bear morality and write articles skillfully." From then on, a blue literary dream rose in my heart.

I devoted myself to the vast literary world. With the passage of time, I gradually understood the graceful Li Qingzhao, the bold Li Bai, the feminine Zhu Ziqing, the sharpness of Lu Xun and the harmony of Mark Twain, and a blue literary dream rose in my heart.

That night, I had a dream. In the dream, I took my luggage and set foot on the road alone, just like the "ugly duckling" saw the birds flying freely and longed to go to a place called "ideal road" to run all the way to the sun. The brilliant light blocked my progress, and I was not discouraged. I took my figure on the road again, swimming like a fish and sneaking around. The place I want to go is called the future. Rainbow all the way, the peak blocked my way ... so I flew towards the goal again, repeated several times, and finally flew into the blue sky. I'm singing, flying higher and higher. Suddenly, a strong wind blew and I almost fell to the ground. The storm made my wings ache, and I struggled to win and eventually became the winner.

From then on, there was a dashing girl on the playground, a girl laughing during recess, and a corner of the library was full of me copying and writing all day.

The blue literary dream has become my heartfelt expectation, and the beautiful notebook has become my best training ground. Late at night, cicada fell asleep. It is the pen in my hand that keeps creaking in the orange light. Xiangming has sacrificed himself, and I am still trudging stubbornly, allowing mosquitoes to wreak havoc. In winter, the cold winter wind roared into the window, and my feet were numb. I stood up and stamped my feet, my hands red with cold. I put them in my mouth, and the hot water bottle had already become an ice bag and was thrown aside. There are a series of famous books piled on the cupboard beside the table, such as A Dream of Red Mansions, The Water Margin and How Steel was Tempered.

I dedicated my dreams of 14 years old, 15 years old and 16 years old to literature. I want to knock on the door of the literature museum. I want to write about my peers with my immature and persistent words, so that people can know that fiery and pure, thoughtful and persistent youth.

Release myself, release my mind and fly to my dream place. ...

Gu Jing Road in Tieling Middle School is not a natural product. This is the fruit of our human labor. Since the primitive life appeared in the primitive ocean, there has been a way in the world. The road is coming out!

Nature has its own way, and so does our life. Whether it is the road of nature or the road of life, it is a road. The road must be bumpy, bumpy, and there are many obstacles when stepping on the road. It is impossible to step on this road once.

Since the road is coming out, it needs to be accumulated step by step and persisted step by step. Despite the stormy weather ahead and the thunder and lightning, we are not afraid or flinched. Obstacles are not our goal, but solving them is our goal. We don't have to stop walking because of a small obstacle.

Not afraid of the long road, but afraid of short ambition. Our goals and wishes are to turn our dreams into reality by persistence.

Only by persistence can we truly walk out of a road of our own life and turn the ups and downs into the ground.