For example, please read the following materials. According to the requirements, the road of life is very long, and everyone will inevitably take detours. Therefore, if you can't predict the future, you will never deviate from your destination. It doesn't matter if you take a detour, the key is how to look at the detour you have taken. The detours in life are not known until you have passed. How should we treat the detours that others have taken? Topic: Please write a composition on the topic of "detouring". Requirements: ① Self-defined and self-selected angle. (2) Except for poetry, the style is not limited. ③ No less than 800 words. (4) Do not copy. Writing guidance should understand the connotation of "detour", not confuse it with the road of frustration, but understand the concept from the ideological understanding. It should be a straight road, but it took a detour because of understanding and other reasons. This detour can't be realistic. We should write an imaginary detour, or a detour from reality to emptiness, such as a detour in the process of students' growth, a detour in learning, and a detour in character. The narrative should rewrite the experience of this detour and how to get there. Argumentative essays should establish arguments and demonstrate from the perspective of how to treat detours. A detour: it was drizzling in the sky of Wanglili 1 1 month, which wetted the winding narrow path and even my mood. I sniffed, and my body tightened. The light rain hit my face, cold and painful. Home is not far away, and the warm breath is faintly visible, but I dare not move forward ... I was fascinated by novels only in my third year of high school, and I can't stop. Often secretly engage in "underground warfare" in class. Some were caught by the teacher. But not the class teacher, just say a few words. What impressed me most was that my father caught me at home last week. At that time, I put the novel in the middle of the political book and plunged into the misty world, forgetting everything. Knock on the door. My heart tightened and I went to collect books in a hurry. "Lily ..." Dad had stood in front of him, and the colorful cover of the novel was exposed, which was particularly dazzling. The smile on dad's face froze and was replaced by an angry expression. "My classmates put me here, so I just flipped through it." I said casually. "Senior three, be serious. It's getting late, go to bed early. " Dad said in a calm voice, and Yu Nu turned away without hesitation. Turn off the lights. I was lying in bed, and the story without a tail lingered in my mind. I stared at the dark air, hoping that time would pass quickly. After waiting for a long time, it is estimated that my parents have fallen asleep. I got up quietly and threw myself back into the novel. "Cough", a cough, I pricked up my ears warily, and there was silence all around. I was relieved and turned to continue. When I opened the door with a bang, I looked back in panic and saw my father's face livid under the light, his bloodshot eyes were round and big, and he was angry. The muscles on his face twitched ... for a long time, his eyes suddenly darkened and his muscles relaxed. "Ah-"he sighed disappointedly and turned and walked slowly. Then, there was a worrying cough outside. I didn't sleep that night. The eyes, the bloodshot eyes and the cough made me feel distressed and I couldn't help crying. I made up my mind not to read novels at that time. I don't want to read novels. But my grades have dropped, plummeting. Today, the class teacher specially called my dad. The light rain is still cold. I stood there helpless, afraid to go home, ashamed to see my dad, afraid to see his disappointment. A figure suddenly appeared in front of my house and came this way. There is nowhere to hide. I'm at a loss. It's my dad. The first time I looked at my dad carefully, he was much shorter and older than I usually felt. He hunched over and staggered to this side ... a burst of bitterness came to my heart, or rain or tears blurred my vision. I saw my father still smiling, but he was old. "Dad, I-"I have a heart attack. "Silly girl, who never detours. If you are wrong, just look back. How can you not go home? " Dad smiled ... yeah. Who can live without detours? It's just that some people realize it and turn around and go straight again. But some people bend out of control and lose themselves. Outside the window, the sun is scorching the earth, and the car is driving on the cracked asphalt road, leaving only a dusty scene on the huge road. The crops in the field are vaguely and neatly arranged. My eyes are fixed on the window, but what comes to my mind is the brand-new sports shoes I bought, the new MP4 at my deskmate ... In order to have an MP4, I try to weave a perfect lie in my mind, which seems to have become a habit. So, on my way home, I missed too many familiar scenery along the way. When I got home, it was already dark. After dinner, my father lit a cigarette after a hard day's work and smoked casually. Rolling white smoke slowly rose into the air, telling his father's fatigue. Mother skillfully arranged the dishes and chopsticks, and the fierce collision of the dishes and chopsticks merged into an incomplete music. "Dad, the school will charge 200 yuan for making up lessons." My words broke the harmonious picture. Father was speechless, but he still tightened his cigarette between his forefinger and frowned, and the white smoke in his mouth became thicker and thicker. Mother slowed down the speed of tidying up the dishes, and time seemed to freeze at that moment. I feel very tired after sitting in the car for two hours. I yawned and walked straight into the room. I went to bed and fell asleep. The next morning, I was awakened by a noisy sound. I trudged outside with my eyes wide open to have a look. I saw a truck parked in front of the door and two strangers. Two bags full of grain are being weighed by electronic scales. My father didn't look at the scale. But staring straight at the food on the scale, my eyes are full. This is new grain that has just been recovered from the field. It embodies the hard work of my father for half a year. Suddenly sold, a little disappointed. Father took two red hundred-dollar bills from the grain buyer with trembling thin hands. I first twisted it with my hand, then put the small corner of the paper ticket between my teeth and ground it, and then read it over and over again. Finally, I borrowed a money detector from my neighbor's house and checked it several times before I put it away safely. In the afternoon, my father took me to the station. Before I got on the bus, my father took 200 yuan out of my coat pocket. When I took the money from my father's trembling hand, I suddenly realized when my father's hand became so skinny, the veins stood out, and his palm was covered with calluses. Suddenly looking up, my father's forehead has been carved by years. Looking at the money in his hand, my eyes suddenly burst into tears. When I got on the bus, I put my money in the innermost pocket of my clothes. I want to keep it here forever. The car started, leaving only my father's thin figure in the hot sun. I know, I took a detour on the road of learning, but I'm glad I found it. Sitting in the car, I looked out of the window and gulped in the air of my hometown. I want to bring the smell of my hometown to school. Keep your eyes on the window and don't want to miss the scenery along the way. Comments: Through the three wonderful details of my father, I show my father's love, which is in sharp contrast with the lying "I", and I write the circuitous and vivid. Handle the first and last scenes well and deepen the artistic conception. Detour Yu Lina sat at the table, I tasted the bitter fruit of failure alone, looked at the papers spread out on the table, and what caught my eye was a bright red fork and a terrible score. I felt a pain in my heart, but I couldn't help it. After all, it's already happened, and it's futile to regret it again. I remembered my self-righteous appearance a few days ago, and my mouth gave me a weak smile. Alas! This is really a sin, and it is still possible; You can't live if you commit crimes yourself! There are still four days before the exam, classroom. I watched the latest issue of King of Jokes. While watching, I gave a weird laugh. My deskmate devotes herself to endorsement, as if she were not disturbed by me at all. The exam is coming, and the teacher attaches great importance to it. Everyone in the class is like a clockwork machine, turning around. And I was unmoved, looking at idle books and laughing stagger. After I don't know how many times I hit my deskmate, she finally couldn't help it. "The exam, you still embarrassment here. Are all your books on your back? " I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes and said, "There are still four days before the exam! I will recite it in a couple of days. I always do. Just recite it before the exam, unlike you every day. " "That was before. I haven't taught all the books before, and there are not many exams. It's still useful to cram for the last minute. Not now. One test is the whole book. What's the use of just looking before the exam? " "I this is a shortcut, besides! It's no use being so tired as you. " "Oh, this is a shortcut. Don't go to the last corner and you don't know. " The deskmate sneered. I left the pie mouth and continued to see jokes. The deskmate continued to recite hard. The night before the exam, at home. There will be an exam tomorrow, and school will be finished early tonight. Prepare to go through history and politics tonight. I've recited it all before, and I think it will be finished soon. Sit on the bed and recite. But just back to the back and forget the front; I went to the front again, remembered the front and forgot the back. In this way, I remember quickly and forget quickly. I stayed up late at night, but I still couldn't help falling asleep. After the exam results are announced, the office. I was in a bad state because I didn't sleep well the day before the exam. I forgot what I recited the night before, so I had to make up for it in the examination room based on my vague impression. As you can imagine, I got the countdown in the history exam. The school ranks in the honor list, and only those with more than 300 points can go up. I got a score of 322. That's enough. I dragged my deskmate to see it, but I searched back and forth several times and couldn't find my name. I'm confused. The history teacher talked to me and asked me why I did so badly in the exam. Did I recite it carefully after class? I said, "I don't know. I recited it carefully before the exam, and I forgot it all when I got to the exam. I don't know what happened. " "Not to say that back before the exam, you can get the score? You see, this time, you did well in three exams, but if you didn't pass the history exam, you wouldn't be on the honor roll. " I see. I regret not reading it carefully. The teacher added, "There is no shortcut to learning this thing. You think you can take a shortcut. In fact, you are taking a detour, turning. In the end, you don't know where to transfer you. Down-to-earth, one step at a time is true. " I woke up, and the teacher's words sobered me up. Yes, I think the shortcut is actually an endless detour. I don't know where it will take me, but it certainly won't be my goal. What I have to do now is to straighten this road again. It's not important for a person to take detours, what's important is how to look at the detours he has taken. So, I sat back at my desk, looked at my mistakes, and then started again ... The comments caused me to take a detour in the process of welcoming the exam in flashback, which showed my misunderstanding of the exam three times. Language is simple and touching, especially language description, which shows the inner world of the characters.