Life is a long road, stumbling and growing on this colorful road. The warmth of my loved ones has made me walk far away on this long road.
Through the window, the trees outside are wrapped in silver, there are ice stars on the river, and every roof is wearing a white hat. The smoke is getting closer and closer, and finally I can see my kind grandfather.
Walking home, he gently pushed open the wooden door. Grandpa sat on a wooden chair and raised his head when he heard the sound. "oh! The granddaughter is back! "
At home, grandpa didn't want to rest for a moment, and he was busy all over the house. Grandpa's hair was dyed white by years, and the blooming flowers crawled on his face, and his skin was rough as hemp. But he still wears only light clothes and goes out in cold weather.
I followed grandpa and grandpa to the small vegetable garden. Chinese cabbage grows luxuriantly, but in this cold weather, it can only retract its head and show only a little white. Grandpa put the basket on the ground, rolled up his sleeves, bent down and stretched out his arm, grabbed the bottom of the Chinese cabbage leaves with purple hands, wriggled around and pulled out a jade-like Chinese cabbage. Grandpa didn't throw it directly into the basket, but held it in front of his eyes, looked around and put it in the basket for a long time.
The basket was filled at once, and the cabbages were as beautiful as fairies, with a little white velvet on their heads. Grandpa took the burden and went to the river. He squatted down, filled the water with a spoon and poured it into the bucket. I stretched out my hand and touched the river, "psst". The body shrank in an instant, and the river made people shudder. Grandpa, wearing only a thin coat, has been holding water, and cool water has been floating on him. He just kept drawing water and didn't pay attention.
Grandpa washes vegetables, boils oil and cooks skillfully. White smoke fills the air and the fragrance overflows. Grandpa carefully held the vegetables that braved Tian Lei, put them in front of me, and pointed at them. I picked up a piece to enjoy its heat, put it in my mouth and ate it. I closed my eyes and remembered the scene when my grandfather accompanied me when I was a child.
Pulling cabbage in cold weather, reaching for water, frying delicious cabbage for me … In this ice and snow, a little warmth beats my heart.
Touched by life, grandpa is like that unknown step, warm and eternal. I step by step to the other side of the future.
2. Writing with the theme of life path
On the road of life, we can't just appreciate the scenery of others. We should strive for wider roads and more beautiful scenery. Although the road is rugged, we will always succeed as long as we work hard to widen it.
Just like a rainbow, how can there be such gorgeous colors without dark clouds and heavy rain? No matter how beautiful other people's scenery is, it is not their own. You can only develop yourself.
Once upon a time, there was a farmer who raised mussels. He wanted to raise the most beautiful pearl in the world. He went to the seaside to pick up sand, and the sand didn't want to go back with him. At this time, a grain of sand promised him, and all the grains of sand around him laughed at that grain of sand for being stupid. They went to live in Bengbu, far away from their relatives and friends, unable to see the sun, rain and dew, the moon and the breeze, and even lacking air. It is not worth living in darkness, humidity, cold and loneliness. But the grain of sand went with the mussel breeder without regret. A few years later, the sand has grown into a crystal-clear and priceless pearl, while the friends who once laughed at it are just a pile of sand, and some have weathered to the ground.
When we walk on the road of life, no matter how long and tortuous, we can't lose our way. Our opponents are often none other than our own laziness. Don't count on luck, it can't be with you forever. At any time, you should rely on your own ability to eat. Only by doing your best can you claim to be lucky. If you don't do it, you will never get anything. If you don't try, you will never succeed. If not, we can only do it now. For a better future, come on!
3. Writing with the theme of life path
Time is a train carrying many memories. We have been watching trains go to one platform after another all our lives. Some people get on or off the bus, but the train will never stop and never start again.
We have experienced one amazing scenery after another, and we are also sad for the silence of many people. In every different situation, we are all undergoing different tempering. Our destination is the future, but we don't know how long it will be, but we still firmly believe that tomorrow can be expected.
Some people are going to the back of the train, some people are in the middle of the train, and some people have just set foot on the train. I put every parting pain, failure experience and past regrets into my luggage, and let them wake me up in my mind like bells. I must pay the corresponding price for what I want. Is it diligence? Still trying? We don't know. I kept reminding myself on the way. Have you ever seen the day at four in the morning? Hold on a little longer, it will be light, so I carry the heaviest backpack-dream.
Don't dream impossible dreams, and don't just talk about it. This is a sentence that I feel after experiencing a lot of scenery.
I greet people who are leaving at every site. I looked at the different faces in the seat-kindness, greed and desire; I heard countless heartbroken voices in the corridor, and the wind blew countless golden rice, tenacious weeds and the faces of people working in the fields outside the window. I stopped and looked at thousands of landscapes in the world. I was once addicted to the scenery, lamenting the size of the world and the movement of my heart, that's all.
Go against the light, abandon the umbrella and run, where will you find my figure? In that field, that street, that alley, or that corner.
4. Writing with the theme of life path
Growth is a process that everyone must go through. In this process, maybe you will gain friendship, understand family ties, respect others, and have warmth in your heart.
On the road of growth, we will know how to cherish. It was an extremely ordinary afternoon, and the sun shone quietly on the leaves under the playground, scattered with spots. This is a section of physical education class, and a physical fitness test is required. I was quite nervous at that time. I tugged at her hand and said, "What if I can't run well in 800 meters?" She told me to relax, look straight ahead and run bravely. Then I got on the runway, and when I reached 400 meters, I was unfortunately out of breath. She suddenly came up to run with me, let me adjust my breath and slowly surpass the people in front ... At that moment, the warm autumn sun shone on her wheat-colored skin, and the autumn wind messed up her hair and danced backwards. She frowned and told me to work hard and not give up. That's great. Maybe growing up is a struggle of losing and gaining, but in that breezy afternoon, I learned to cherish.
On the road of growth, we will know how to be tolerant. When a beggar in rags asks you for money, you will give it with a smile instead of disdain and disgust in your eyes; When you are on a crowded bus and a stranger accidentally steps on you, he sincerely says sorry to you, and you will answer him with a smile that it doesn't matter; When the waiter accidentally tells you that the vegetable soup spilled on you, you won't call her a "supreme" guest, but tell her not to blame herself. This is your maturity, which makes you understand tolerance.
On the road of growing up, we will know how to be polite. After you eat your food, you won't throw your bag around; Don't cut in line when waiting in line; I really apologize for bumping into someone. This is growth, which helps us to open our dim hearts and let us see the vastness and height of the sky.
Look at the twinkling stars in the sky. They seem to hang casually, but in fact, each has its own trajectory and never deviates from its own direction. People are the same, everyone has their own trajectory, and everyone has their own direction. In fact, we have long thought about what we should do. Even if the ending is not good, if you hit Mars and become a meteor, it will be beautiful. ...
5. Writing with the theme of life path
Years are long and life is long. Sail slowly to the other side of life in a boat of years. On this long road of life, you will find the most beautiful scenery on the road forever.
Whenever I look at my hometown in a daze, I can't help but think of grandma's profuse sweat. Slowly, slowly, her clothes were soaked through. Looking at my grandmother who has been left with multiple marks by the years, every time I think about it, it will remind me of the past.
When I was a child, I didn't understand the world, and I couldn't live without my grandmother's company all day. Let me sleep with my mother at night. When I can't sleep, I will sneak up to my grandmother and sleep with her. My father runs for a living all day, my mother runs a shop, my grandfather runs to the village every three days and often stays out at night. Grandma naturally stays at home, so I am closest to her. Grandma has to work in the corn field. In desperation, she can only carry me one kilometer to the cornfield in the morning and carry me home at night. Who told me to stick to grandma all the time?
In these more than 4,000 days, because of the heavy study task, I seldom see my grandmother. Before, grandma always got up early and prepared to go to the corn field to use things. And I never stay in bed, because I'm afraid my grandmother won't take me if I'm late.
I walked a kilometer and came to the cornfield. Because grandma is too old to bend, she and I each take a bag. She picks corn that I can't pick, and I pick corn that she can't even bend over to pick. Our harvest is often two bags. When sowing, I walked in front of my grandmother, holding the seeds and sowing them while walking. My grandmother followed me and watered them carefully.
In the wild, I always trip over hateful branches. Grandma is always behind me, holding out her calloused hand. Every day, every day, it is such a cycle, it is like this. Scenes repeat themselves, but grandma's love for me will never change. Grandma's love is companionship, and this love is so subtle. Grandma's love is not like mom and dad's love. Grandma's love brings companionship when I am lonely, security when I am afraid, and warmth when I am empty. ...
Walking on the path next to the cornfield in my hometown, I watched my grandmother's back gradually leave me. I seem to be back to my childhood, back to my hometown cornfield, back to my grandmother's warm back, and slowly, slowly fell asleep.
The sun shines on the corn field in my hometown, and I am lost in thought again. ...