Pursuing an ideal is like a long journey. We always want to get close to the goal quickly and reach the destination as soon as possible, but in fact, we often need to stop and think about what to do next or whether to re-set the route. After countless stops and walks, we can reach the real "destination".

A big fire spread in Edison's experimental building, and years of efforts were burned in the raging flame. The fire forced Edison to stop, but he didn't stop forever. During this period, he reconsidered his research and finally gave birth to this film.

Whitman published Leaves of Grass, but no one paid attention to it. He didn't advertise it through the media. He has his own insistence. He stopped, constantly revised and supplemented Leaves of Grass, and then he went on his way with a new Leaves of Grass. This time, he will not stop. He succeeded.

Mr. Lu Xun stopped on the way to seek medical treatment. She is thinking about how to change the present situation in China. Finally, he came to his senses. He gave up medicine and devoted himself to literature, picked up a pen and fought to realize his dream.

They all stopped, but they stopped to get on the road better. "Walking" is to realize the ideal, and "stopping" is to better realize the ideal. If Whitman hadn't stopped writing, maybe he would have ended up just an ordinary writer. If Mr. Lu Xun didn't stop him, maybe he would only be an excellent doctor in the end, not a great thinker and revolutionary.

When we approached the target non-stop, we found that the target was so far away, so please stop and enjoy the roadside scenery slowly and carefully! You will get more. Who can say that this is not a success?

Please remember that not all efforts will be successful, not all hopes will be realized, not all work will be rewarded, and not all goals will be realized, so let's stop and savor everything in this process, enjoy it and reap joy.

Let's stop and go on the road of life and create our own paradise!

Stopping to pursue an ideal is like walking a long way. We always want to get close to the goal quickly and reach the destination as soon as possible, but in fact, we often need to stop and think about what to do next or whether to re-set the route.

After countless stops and walks, we can reach the real "destination".

A big fire spread in Edison's experimental building, and years of efforts were burned in the raging flame. The fire forced Edison to stop, but he didn't stop forever. During this period, he reconsidered his research and finally gave birth to this film.

Whitman published Leaves of Grass, but no one paid attention to it. He didn't hype through the media. He has his own insistence. He stopped, constantly revised and supplemented Leaves of Grass, and then he went on his way with a new Leaves of Grass. This time, he will not stop. He succeeded.

Mr. Lu Xun stopped on the way to seek medical treatment. She is thinking about how to change the present situation in China. Finally, he came to his senses. He gave up medicine and devoted himself to literature, picked up a pen and fought to realize his dream.

They all stopped, but they stopped to get on the road better.

"Walking" is to realize the ideal, and "stopping" is to better realize the ideal.

If Whitman hadn't stopped writing, maybe he would have ended up just an ordinary writer.

If Mr. Lu Xun didn't stop him, maybe he would only be an excellent doctor in the end, not a great thinker and revolutionary.

When we approached the target non-stop, we found that the target was so far away, so please stop and enjoy the roadside scenery slowly and carefully! You will get more. Who can say that this is not a success? Please remember that not all efforts will be successful, not all hopes will be realized, not all work will be rewarded, and not all goals will be realized, so let's stop and savor everything in this process, enjoy it and reap joy.

Let's stop and go on the road of life and create our own paradise!

Kneel for a perfect score composition for Chongqing college entrance examination, with the title of "stop and go". The title of this composition ... Do you have a Renren account? Here it is, but I don't have an account, so I can't copy it all. See the website//blog.renren/share/235030238/708877165438 for details. Chengdu is a train that enters the station at six o'clock in the evening, and it is getting tired slowly.

Yes, if you think about it carefully, Chongqing is walking and Chengdu is stopping.

Look at the high-spirited Chaotianmen, determined to grow into a warship and fly straight to the Yangtze River-that is, rushing.

What about Chengdu? The whole city smells an attractive smell of tea-it oozes from those high-density teahouses.

Is it Longjing? Is it Biluochun? I don't know

It's just that the aroma drags you straight to the teahouse like a hand, and you have to wait for you to sit down.

The mountains in Chongqing are also walking.

Fairy mountain, Jinyun golden Buddha, stands still; The mountains in Chengdu are "stopped"

In this city whose ground has been carefully polished by Pangu, only a few hills on the other side of Longquanyi can be called mountains. They are firmly parked there, waiting for people to set foot on its green skin.

The water in Chongqing is walking, and the two rivers are its tracks; The Funan River and Huanhuaxi River in Chengdu are so quiet that the water seems to be frozen, staring at the sky in the shade.

Stop-and-go, two different lifestyles and philosophy of life have long been deeply engraved in the bone marrow of residents.

Chongqing people are unrestrained and always come and go in a hurry. Chengdu people are quiet and comfortable, and don't know what is busy.

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Stopping to pursue an ideal is like walking a long way. We always want to get close to the goal quickly and reach the destination as soon as possible, but in fact, we often need to stop and think about what to do next or whether to re-set the route.

After countless stops and walks, we can reach the real "destination".

A big fire spread in Edison's experimental building, and years of efforts were burned in the raging flame. The fire forced Edison to stop, but he didn't stop forever. During this period, he reconsidered his research and finally gave birth to this film.

Whitman published Leaves of Grass, but no one paid attention to it. He didn't advertise it through the media. He has his own insistence. He stopped, constantly revised and supplemented Leaves of Grass, and then he went on his way with a new Leaves of Grass. This time, he will not stop. He succeeded.

Mr. Lu Xun stopped on the way to seek medical treatment. She is thinking about how to change the present situation in China. Finally, he came to his senses. He gave up medicine and devoted himself to literature, picked up a pen and fought to realize his dream.

They all stopped, but they stopped to get on the road better.

"Walking" is to realize the ideal, and "stopping" is to better realize the ideal.

If Whitman hadn't stopped writing, maybe he would have ended up just an ordinary writer.

If Mr. Lu Xun didn't stop him, maybe he would only be an excellent doctor in the end, not a great thinker and revolutionary.

When we approached the target non-stop, we found that the target was so far away, so please stop and enjoy the roadside scenery slowly and carefully! You will get more. Who can say that this is not a success? Please remember that not all efforts will be successful, not all hopes will be realized, not all work will be rewarded, and not all goals will be realized, so let's stop and savor everything in this process, enjoy it and reap joy.

Let's stop and go on the road of life and create our own paradise! ...

The composition is 800 words long. How many people will accompany you? Happiness, loss, wind and rain all the way, a song all the way.

When the rings of the years are stacked one after another and stand in front of you to shelter you from the wind and rain, people who are considerate and close friends will unconsciously walk into a fork in the road with you.

Big cities, wide roads, bright neon lights, rustling autumn wind ... your inner silence buried the noise of the night, where is the way? I don't know

How come? I don't know

Mom, where is this? You are the only one! The world is quiet, your heart is cold and confused, but yes, a person's road is like this! There is a song called "The more you grow up, the more lonely you become". Yes, when you see those five or six-year-old children, they are naive and talented, and they are in the arms of their parents.

Look at yourself. You have grown up. The warmest goose yellow in your memory was just thrown away by you as garbage. You are alone, so you can't rely on them any more.

Difficulties, pain, frustration, disappointment, the torture of this survival game.

We can't afford to lose, we can't stop, we can only move forward, or we will perish.

On this lonely and hard road of life, when you pass by, only you and your shadow are left.

The autumn wind is chilly, so please put your soul in a suitable place when you are alone.

This changeable life, what you have experienced in this life, is just a drop in the ocean.

The betrayal of love, the tearing of friendship, the departure of relatives, and the confusion of career.

Things are cold and warm, and human nature is dark. Your kindness will only become a stepping stone to others, and your selflessness will only make you perish.

At the beginning of life, people with good nature have just come here for a walk and can only frost in the scorching sun.

You can't seem to see the sun, but midnight appears in your heart.

Cold, desperate, even sinister.

The right and wrong of this world beat you to pieces, deeply penetrated you, and deeply hidden.

The autumn wind is chilly, a person's road, please put your soul right ... the scenery along the way is beautiful, but you have no intention of enjoying it as soon as possible; There are many people who care about you, but they have come to the wrong place. ..............................................................................................................................................................

Please be strong in your destined journey.

More importantly, put your true nature in the right place! In the end, this survival game is nothing more than a bowl of Meng Po soup, but it will ruin my life. ...

Waiting and Walking Writing Waiting and Walking We March forward bravely on the road of growth. Although there are bitter setbacks, it is more laughter scattered all the way.

Inscription on the road of life, I just started, maybe young and ignorant. I used to just enjoy the flowers and plants on the roadside and play with butterflies.

When the road is no longer flat and straight, I begin to understand the hardships of the journey.

People are born on the road, walking on four legs when they are young, walking on two legs when they are young, and walking on three legs when they are old. This road is happy, or heartbreaking, or smooth sailing, or bumpy, or ... but you must finish it, because life is like this, the sun is always after the storm, and there is no success without failure.

On this road, we will inevitably encounter difficulties and setbacks. Some people choose to give up. They just want smooth sailing, but they will stay there forever. Some people choose to continue because they know that this is the only way to success. Do people who choose to give up have the right to give up? In this era, we have no reason not to work hard and fail.

"He said that in the storm, this pain is nothing, dry your tears, don't be afraid, at least we still have dreams ..." Sailors sailing at sea all day have experienced too much suffering.

Tsunami, storm, whirlpool, in the face of disasters, they are fearless and persevering. Although the disaster left a mark on them, it also made a deep stroke on their life path, which is a glorious stroke.

Walking on the road, we need this kind of courage, not afraid of difficulties and setbacks. With this courage, we can cross the ditch and swim the river on the road of life.

After overcoming difficulties, there is joy, the joy of challenging yourself, and the joy of conquering difficulties, which is the joy from the heart.

We walked on the road. Although we tasted the hardships of failure, we also gained the joy of success. This is the reason why we move forward, in order to make our life more exciting and make our life better!

Walking on the mountain road 1. Walking on the mountain road after the rain, dark clouds hide behind.

Walking along the mountain path must be another feeling. Although the road is not easy to walk, it will be very comfortable.

The air is unusually fresh, which adds a bit of a beautiful feeling here.

Xiaohua Cao Cao took a bath and put on new clothes. Look, she is waving to me, with some sparkling pearls on it. Watching is a kind of enjoyment.

The grass is talking to me on the ground, and the birds are nodding to me on the branches.

I don't care about such a beautiful scenery, I just want to take a walk casually and walk on the mountain path after the heavy rain.

2. Today, it is still a sunny and crisp autumn day! In order to make up for the regret that yesterday's mountaineering day unfortunately evolved into a car repair day, early in the morning, my husband continued to ride an old car with light rain and seedlings to climb the mountain in the Martyrs Tower! The autumn wind is cool all the way, and the blue sky and white clouds accompany our family of three.

Soon I came to the Martyrs Tower. I still didn't choose to go up the stairs, but climbed leisurely from the back hill along the winding path! Miao Miao is full of energy and doesn't feel tired at all! Run and jump all the way! I stop from time to time: "Come on, pose!" Sometimes Miao Miao has to turn around and pull down my mother who is not good at sports! Well, in fact, mountain climbing is mainly to find some themes for Miao Miao's composition, so that Miao Miao can experience the fun of mountain climbing himself! For the rainy season, climbing mountains is a very difficult thing. Habitual sprain has made the rain fall less and less fond of outdoor sports! But when it rains, I still like to breathe fresh air and climb the martyrs tower from time to time, which has become a hobby of it! When the weather is fine, there will always be a family of three to climb the mountain! Rain's slogan is, climb the mountain, lose weight and enhance physical strength! Just crawl slowly! Under the influence of rain, Miao Miao also began to take the camera. However, Miao Miao's request is very simple, as long as people are in the box, take a photo! This little meow laughed for a long time after filming! Today, Miao Miao leads the way to climb the mountain. As a result, I took an unpaved road, which was more rugged than the one I took before. Fortunately, it finally rained, and I reached the top of the mountain! Still a little tired. Just after a two-minute break, the energetic little meow shouted: "Down the mountain, down the mountain ~ \ (≧▽≦)/~ La!" The way down the mountain is easy, just go down the stairs! See many men, women and children who come to climb the mountain! Some are carrying backpacks and leaning on folding crutches! It seems that this is a professional mountaineering team! Look at today's rain, hats, sunglasses, sportswear, jeans, shoes, outdoor pockets, also amateur!

I want to go to Shanghai. Shanghai is the city I want to go to most. It happened that the World Expo was held in Shanghai this year, so at the end of the summer vacation, my parents took me to Shanghai.

On August 27th, we got on the train to Shanghai, and it was already afternoon 1 1 when we arrived in Shanghai.

The next morning, we went to the Oriental Pearl by subway. It was my first time to take the subway. It is as comfortable as a train.

When I arrived at the Oriental Pearl, I looked up. Wow! The Oriental Pearl is high. It is said to be the first in Asia and the third highest in the world.

Dad and I bought tickets and waited in front of the tower. There are many people. We waited in line for an hour before we started climbing the elevator. The speed of the elevator is very fast. We can climb 7 meters in one second. Soon we were on the 200 th floor. I looked from top to bottom. What a beautiful city! There are tall buildings and people everywhere. People are as small as ants, and cars are as big as toy cars.

In the evening, we also went to the Bund to see the night view. The lights alternate, and the scenery is particularly beautiful. I don't know how to describe it.

I long for time to stop. Good times are always short and fleeting.

With tears in my eyes, I know I am a sensible little boy. Experienced a lot, but it's a long story.

Recalling the happy life and good times before, I can't help crying.

12 of the time just slipped away in a hurry. What about the future time? Will it disappear faster? Whenever I see the sparse white hair in my parents' black hair, I clearly understand that my parents are old, and I also clearly understand that those white hairs will grow more and more with the passage of time.

I hate white hair crawling in my parents' black hair.

I remember when I was a child, I was stupid enough to pull out only a few white hairs from my mother's head. I think: as long as the white hair is pulled out, my mother will not be old and the white hair will not grow.

It was not until I grew up and began to understand, that I realized that what I did when I was a child was just my childish idea, so ignorant.

My parents love me very much, but I know very well that I am just a "delicate princess" in their hearts.

Every time I see their gray hair and my image in their hearts, I try to change. I learn to do rare housework that I can't or have never done. I study hard. I want to prove that their daughter is a very good child, not exquisite and intelligent.

Every time I see those poems in the book that express the poet's thoughts and feelings of warning future generations, "Don't waste time, cherish time", I always feel that people's life time passes quickly.

Every time I see those emotional poems, see my parents' white hair and know what my parents expect of me, I will secretly run back to my room and cry, and my heart is like a rushing spring, endless.

However, I shed tears, I will secretly shed tears alone, and I will not let my parents see me shed tears and worry about me.

Every time I cry, I will cheer up, show a smiling face and show a happy look.

Now, I feel very, very good

Be able to sit in a spacious and bright classroom and receive a good education; My parents, brothers and sisters, relatives and friends all care about me and love me.

And life is to eat and wear well, without doing any hard work; How do I feel now? Alas, what I feel is that time flies! Time really, really flies. If you give me a chance to realize my wish, I will definitely choose this wish: "Let this beautiful time stay at this moment", so that I can still miss all the good things in the past.

Walk slowly on the banks of the years, write a 600-word composition, original, not too good! Help ... the long road of life, constant experience, constant understanding, slow walking and gradual precipitation, we will become more and more refined, more and more beautiful, more and more gentle and elegant.

Time is like a song, with peaks and valleys.

* * * It's like being happy when you see the morning light, and it's like seeing your heart broken when you're down.

Many people say that time is a double-edged sword. Although ruthless, it is as tender as water. Time is like a song, and the tide rises and falls.

In the fleeting time, whoever cries wears makeup and waits for the dawn. In the end, everything you believe in leaves you, and you are just an empty bottle abandoned by years.

Time is like a song, the tide rises and falls, don't be stubborn, only the sunshine in your heart is your destination.

Time is very shallow, but for those talents, it will be so light. Looking up at the sky at 45 degrees, it's still so blue. Blue is a little sad. It's not blue that's sad, but you.

Don't be sad, don't frown, there is always bright sunshine waiting for you.

In the lush season, the whole world is lush.

The summer sun shines through the cracks in the treetops.

The touch of green in my heart is fresh and elegant, like a clear spring flowing through my heart. It's getting cold, standing on the bank of the clear spring, nodding with low eyebrows, listening to the sound of flowers, the tinkling melody is full of Zen, telling the origin of happiness.

Full of affection, smiling, picking a green leaf, picking a white cloud, blowing the breeze, stepping on a gentle place, simple and graceful, gentle and elegant, simple and indifferent, so convenient and comfortable! Outside the window, it was raining and counting the beads through the glass, and I thought of my childhood without thinking: I was only six or seven years old at that time, and I always liked rainy days, especially drizzle, reaching out to catch the round beads, loving the touch of falling in my hands, and loving the innocent smile through the clear water mirror.

At that time, I always had leisure. I will put an empty bottle under the eaves, quietly listening to the raindrops falling and banging on the glass, like a beautiful music. In the dim light, music notation and raindrops dance to the music.

Thinking about it, a really happy smiling face emerges one day.

Soon, the rain stopped, and when I opened the window, a burst of flowers came to my face.

Stepping on the dew, I slowly came to the pond. After a light rain, there are still a few drops of dew on the lotus leaf that don't want to go far. Lotus is still beautiful, mixed with little drops of water, adding a little charm. What a beautiful light rain, a pool of lotus flowers, a fresh and refined picture.

Walk slowly, kiss the flowers all the way, and walk slowly on the banks of the years.

Those words played back in my mind without thinking.

Children, don't give up, don't give up, you have to believe that there is always a ray of sunshine shining for you in the world.

You should walk happily through the long years, don't be scratched by the sharp years, don't be scratched by the cold wind of setbacks, and don't be confused by the wrong beauty.

Believe, chase, discover and enjoy, and the sun will shine on you.

I hope the sunshine that belongs to me shines on me and keeps going.

Time is like a song, I will experience a trough and I will not give up. I will influence the world with love, walk into life with an optimistic attitude, accept all kinds with a tolerant attitude, and look at the world with a kind eye.

Not paranoid, not arrogant, not impetuous, not depressed, not entangled, admit the imperfection of this world, admit your own imperfection, and live the elegance of lotus, orchid, chrysanthemum and plum.

In this way, slowly walking on the banks of the years.

It's been a long time since a family walked together.

Think about it, we used to walk together! Now that the family is together, it is more serious and strange.

This year, I just entered the first grade of junior high school. I thought junior high school life was easy, but what I thought was different from reality. Reality is always cruel. Now I believe this sentence. As long as I don't pay close attention, I don't know the rest.

I remember when I was in primary school, my family got together and chatted happily about what I saw and heard today.

Now, I can only review carefully without thinking under the lamp; Before, my mother seldom lost her temper with me.

Now, is it hard to criticize me In the past, my father seldom interfered with me.

Now, I can't even breathe; My brother used to listen to me when he was young.

Now, not a day later, this is disturbing ... I feel that time flies, my feet are beginning to lose strength, my vision is beginning to blur, my mind is almost out of control, and I always feel bored ... After dinner, my father took us for a walk.

Walking on the road, my parents have been talking about some things at work.

My brother and I are talking about our study.

There is no laughter on the road, and I can't help but feel cold.

When people grow up, don't their hearts grow up, and they are no longer full of innocence? I had a brainwave and ran to tell my parents, parents, let's go to the park to play.

Mom and dad paused and immediately agreed.

When he arrived at the park, his brother went directly to a dark blue seesaw and asked his parents to play.

They refused at first, but they couldn't beat their younger brother anyway.

I agreed.

Start grouping. I'm with my mother.

Dad and brother are a group.

1, 2, 3, here we go. My mother and I both tried our best to suck milk, and finally held my father and my brother high.

Dad refused to admit defeat and pushed his leg down hard. Brother is not to be outdone. He followed his father's example and stepped on his foot ... It was dark and our game was over.

The whole family is very tired, but we all feel very satisfied and happy ... After going home, after taking a shower, we lie prone on the bed and all enter a sweet dream. ...

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