The steps are normal. When we were young, we often had to overcome the obstacles of steps and climb up and down. When we grow up, we see more and more steps. Steps in different places have their own characteristics. The steps in the palace are tall and majestic, the steps in the hotel are luxurious and chic, the steps in Mount Tai are simple and long, and the steps in the classroom are dignified and simple. Isn't there many steps in life? What is the symbolic meaning of the steps? What do you think of the dance steps? Please write an article of not less than 800 words with the topic of "Steps" and combining your own ideas and styles.
The following is a teacher's model essay.
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Du Hongbiao, Yucheng High School, Henan Province, zip code 476300.
Every morning, the cool air moistens the steps of the classroom, and countless steps pass by in a hurry. However, there is not half a footprint left on the steps of terrazzo, only a little dust, remember that time stays at this moment.
I go back and forth between the second floor and the fourth floor every morning. Accompanied by the sound of books, I measured the forty-four steps between the two floors with my steps. Every day I step on it and feel the weight of my body clearly. My knees are slightly sour, which proves that I have lost the lightness of my youth. I can't help admiring the students' haste. My footprints are just two lines. Every day, sandals, cloth shoes, sports shoes and various sole patterns run in with the footsteps. They are maturing in the running-in with their footsteps, but I am getting old in this running-in. From the high spirits of teenagers to the cautiousness of middle age, Step is both a witness and a silent singer, silently praying that the years flow relentlessly.
It is spread in front of you, layer by layer, ready for you to board. Does it turn around and not only rise in height? I often think, if it has no end and goes upward, as for the infinite situation, what kind of feeling will life feel when looking down. But it does carry the infinite with the finite, and the extension of life will pile up with it, but the higher it rises, the more difficult it is to travel. I understand the philosophy of "but when you walk up a flight of stairs, you broaden your horizons by 300 miles".
Philosophy can be passed down for thousands of years, but the temple where my father taught me to study in Heron Bird Villa has long faded. At the age of 73, he was panting when he climbed the steps on the fourth floor of my house. My father's footprints are mostly printed on the steps of the classroom. The land he cultivated shed endless sweat, and the steps he walked through contained too much passionate love. It is conceivable that every step he takes in this life carries the weight of life. He had worked hard for forty-three years before he retired. I'm afraid the steps he walked were mottled, and some collapsed after the storm, but he didn't. After retirement, he worked until he was 73. To this day, his footsteps still follow his footsteps for several years.
Today, I have been walking on the same step with my father for many years. In winter, the steps leading to the teaching building are cold and hard. Unlike the steps in a luxury hotel, it is so magnificent, with red carpets and carved flowers in the corner; It is not as lofty and broad as the steps of the government auditorium, but it is calm and simple, bearing the hope of teenagers and the pursuit of youth, testing the tenacity of pursuers and the persistence of devotees with its hardness, and witnessing simplicity and calmness in the plain.
My father has come a long way in his life. I don't know how many days it will take to reach the height and depth of his life. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the steps did not change color because of the passage of time. The embellishment of starlight, the early morning breeze, the fragrance of roses on campus, the singing of birds, the sound of books, and earnest warnings all accumulate on these steps with the years, accumulating the joys and sorrows of life, love and hate, success and failure, and the height of life is gradually superimposed in sweat.
The steps are full of personality, the edges and corners meet, and the faces are connected and arranged neatly, just like the neat strings on the guqin, but it is no longer the delicate hands that play this guqin, but the footsteps of countless young people running up and down. Its rhythm is the rhythm of time and life.
It is also difficult for a 75-year-old mother to keep her father who went out to teach. She only said one thing to her father: Take it easy when you go upstairs and downstairs. Yes, relax and let life go slowly. Father should enjoy his old age and spend the rest of his life safely, but he has to take high steps to re-measure his life. His life seems to be inseparable from the steps forever, and work has become an indispensable theme in life. I think my father inherited my grandfather's efforts in his bones. At the last moment of his 87-year-old life, Grandpa still had unfinished corn in his hand.
I love my father's words: we are not soul engineers, but ordinary steps. Walking on the steps, many people's spirits are improving; When countless feet step on you, you should stand up straight, be unknown, and take young steps and move towards higher heights without regrets.
Another winter came, and I warned my classmates not to sprinkle too much water on the steps. When it's cold, water will freeze and people will easily fall down. Every year, every month, every day, groups of students come and go, and their footsteps keep ringing on the steps.
The cool winter wind makes me stare. Where I stared, I became a spiral step, extending to a place full of flowers. ...