In study, work or life, we all have the experience of writing essays, very familiar with the essay, right, with the help of the essay people can reflect the objective things, express thoughts and feelings, transfer knowledge and information. What kind of essay can be called an excellent essay? The following is my help to organize the road home essay, I hope it will help you.
On the Way Home Essay 1Dropping out of school and walking home, there was only one lonely figure. I was lonely and happy. I gradually fell in love with this silence.
Every time I walk on this road, I observe them and their changes little by little ......
In the spring, I walked, the trees slowly spit out green buds, walking, the roadside grass followed the cotton clothes on the ground. As I walked, I waved to spring. Since then, there are more flowers and bees on my way from school, this girl of southern spring accompanied me.
In the summer, I walk the quiet road from school and make friends with everything. I greet them in a different way every day. The buds of the trees become leaves, the grass becomes grass, the little flowers become alive, and the grumpy summer sister is gone again ......
Autumn, like a naughty child, they turn the leaves into fallen leaves and he turns the grass into dead branches. For most of the year, I still love this quiet path as my brother makes it quieter and quieter in the fall ......
Winter is like a flawless white mirror. I can only see blue sky and white clouds, but they are interesting at this time. The sun sets early in winter. Whenever I walk home, the rosy color of the evening sun makes me more curious. I record the appearance of clouds every day. When I look at the clouds, I look at the sun, and although I can't see the sun for a long time, I long to see the red light closest to the sun ......
I am honored to follow this path. I can testify to its age and chronology. He will also bear witness to every detail of my life over the past six years. I hope so, my love for this road is like rainbows and blue skies after the rain, always and regularly with ......
On the way home essay 2One afternoon, after school, I walked on the long and somewhat monotonous road, thinking back to the language class those beautiful sentences, feeling the charm of the language.
Unconsciously, I looked at the side of the road and saw a small inn, the store is quite ordinary, but what is not ordinary is the signboard - homecoming. I was very surprised, so I stopped, look carefully, there is a sentence below: where is the sunset countryside, the home of the people in this stay. I was amazed again, amazed at this statement of warmth and cordiality, the four sides of the returnees may be open to this is the sentence, suddenly have the feeling of staying. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of the world, and I want to do it right!
Classical poetry is proud, and the small store signboard may be just the owner of the store in a book about the language of the book and remember, but it attracted a lot of people to appreciate.
I was amazed at the cultural heritage displayed by the roadside store. This kind of language pen chalked books closer to life. So I used my heart to re-scan the world, looking at the roadside, I found many store names, Tian Chi old picking stars ------ all of which do not exude the aroma of the language, I seem to be strolling on a road written in the classic language, and learned the language that has never been learned. Don't say that language is unfathomable, don't say that language is only the plaything of the literati, in fact, language is all around you, in front, behind, on the roadside.
Don't think that the language in the book is more noble, the language on the roadside is actually the sublimation of the language in the book.
On the Way Home Essay 3Sometimes we feel that our parents can't understand us too much that we are locked in a hustle and bustle. We always feel why our parents are so cruel to us. This is because we forget the little bit of love in our heart that was constructed with the tears and sweat of our parents. We always remember our parents' anger, but forget the happiness we once had and the path of happiness we walked together.
Maybe we used to take our parents' love for granted. I once read an article on the post board:1 year old, 2 years old.... . at 30, our parents gave us their little bit of love and we gave them something in return. Indifference? Foul language? We don't realize how heartbreaking it is for our parents. You know, how happy they are to do so much for us and just hope that we will grow up soon.
Don't forget what you once had. What you can't get should be cherished more. Don't give up what belongs to you. What is lost is left to memory.
Blue Castle, once smiled, once prayed and made naive wishes. Maybe our love will never be alone, but the meteor also has a passing day. Cherish the little love we have now.
Every day when I arrive home, the light at the door is quietly on. I can understand that this is a little love from our parents, waiting for us to carefully collect it to light our way home.
On the way home essay 4Whether it is the asphalt avenue in the city, or the country lanes in the countryside, the road always extends under our feet, and every step we take, we will reap the joy of success.
From childhood I was a timid child, never daring to act alone. No matter what time to go out, I will be careful to follow behind my father, because only in this way, I will not be worried about what danger and accidents, so the neighbors are often laughing at me, saying that I am the parents of the little tail. However, one morning, my father dropped me off at school and told me that he had something to do in the afternoon and that I should go home by myself after school. I was very unhappy when I heard my father tell me to go home alone after school. In the afternoon when school was over, some of my classmates went home with their parents, and some of them went back by public transportation, but I was walking home in fear, and I always felt that someone was following me, and I looked back and saw an uncle wearing glasses behind me, and I thought, "No way, it can't be such a coincidence that I ran into human traffickers, right? Thinking of these I accelerated my pace, I got to the mouth of an alley before stopping, I turned around and looked, and saw the uncle into an alley, so I was too nervous and over-anxious. I continued to walk when I found my most afraid of things - "dog", I saw the dog out of the corner of the eye grew a big red blister, I was very afraid of this stray dog got rabies, afraid that it bit me, I went forward to the dog next to my heart "My heart was pounding so hard that the dog sniffed at me with its nose, and my heart jumped out of my throat! I hurriedly closed my eyes and walked forward quickly, the dog certainly did not bite me, back home I was relieved. In the face of these I overcame their own weak and timid mentality, and now I'm going home alone and no longer afraid, this road will always be with me to grow, this road so that I harvested the courage.
On the way home, there is always a bustling commercial area. It is like a piece of dazzling flowers.
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I finished my cram school and walked in the direction of home. Still as usual, I passed through a bustling market.
I looked at the flowery stores and was instantly bored. But with human intuition, I still unconsciously walk past - a newly opened bakery - Stone Cake.
The fresh name instantly piqued my curiosity. I managed to squeeze in from it, and the sight in front of me really surprised me - in a sheet of only in the countryside, exaggeratedly large iron pots, large enough to what? It could let a baby in to take a bath! In such a large pot, see the layers stacked up black pebbles, in a waiter's stir-fry, inside the cake to reveal the "true colors of the mountain". I was shocked, or the first time to see such a new thing. I came together again before, at this time, the big sister noticed me, she scolded; "go go go, children do not mess here, affect my business. "
I was trying to argue, but was more admirers of the crowd crowded out, I no longer voice, even if the shouting, the voice will be drowned out.
I had to leave in silence, as if the street was the only one I was incongruous.
I got into the car and heard the big sister who had just scolded me, yelling again in a sweet soft voice to many adults. How fickle and snobbish she was. So much so that many people believed that this ordinary big cake made of ordinary white flour became better than agar jelly in her mouth. I no longer linger, thinking, "This street is like a flower, but how many unknown things are in the flower!"
On the Way Home Essay 6Early in the morning, I came bouncing to school with my backpack. At school, I make friends with new knowledge, play games with my best friends and deal with difficult problems.
In the afternoon, when school is over, time slips away before my eyes and the day passes! We put on our backpacks and walked out of the classroom one after another, lining up in the corridor. Downstairs, some classes are still in class, some classes just after class in the teacher to say goodbye. Down to the first floor, the playground slowly more people, some are after school through the playground, some are in the playground to participate in sports training.
Outside the school, there are also a lot of people outside the school gates. There are parents picking up their children, there are people handing out advertising flyers, and students going to the kiosk to buy ice cream and toys. The smell of frying was wafting in, and it was awful! It was time to say goodbye to my friends again. I got on the battery-operated car that Grandpa drove me to and from every day and said loudly to Grandpa, "Let's go!" The wind was blowing in my face, it was so cool!
Suddenly, the sky brightened up and a light flashed past my eyes. I thought to myself, "The sun is out, I'm going to get sunburned again, oooh ......" At this time just to pass another boulevard, I immediately stood up and said, "Grandpa, take the shortcut, take the shortcut!" Finally do not have to sunbathe!
This road, since the first book of fourth grade, twice a day, I have walked hundreds of times; this road, has left my deep footprints!
One day, I was walking home from school alone, carrying a heavy and large schoolbag. The roadside was bustling with pedestrians, and many cars were coming and going. Walking, only to hear in the surrounding noisy environment, a merciless brutal scolding like a knife into my ears, so that my curiosity was born.
It was a young woman and an elderly old woman, I guess they should be mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship, daughter-in-law walked in front, mother-in-law walked behind. I saw the daughter-in-law suddenly stopped in her tracks, turned around violently, pointed at her mother-in-law with one hand, crossed her waist with one hand, and said fiercely: "Our business does not need to be in your hands, you quickly get out of the ......" By then, the mother-in-law was already angry and red, and she could not say anything, but her tears kept flowing. The daughter-in-law also has been fierce glare at the mother-in-law, and from time to time while walking and cursing a few sentences, as if they do not know that all this is in plain sight.
Looking at the back of the two of them far away, I have a kind of indescribable flavor, seems to feel the mother-in-law's heart of a regret, a low, a pain and an aggrieved. In fact, she did not want to shake the feelings between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law for the sake of a trivial matter; but care, a simple, sincere care, if the daughter-in-law can understand it. But at that time, the daughter-in-law was furious, emotion has exceeded reason, she will only continue that stupid and ridiculous behavior, not feel the mother-in-law's psychology, the scolded should be her: you are stone-hearted, you have no compassion ah? You do not even have the most basic respect and love for elders!
I continued to walk forward, and a hope suddenly sprang up in my mind:
If everyone could understand others at all times, how wonderful it would be. ......
On the Way Home Essay 8School was over, and students rushed out of the campus like birds out of their cages, and ran towards their homes. I also walked with a bounce.
At this time, a little brother came into my eyes. He was wearing yellow short sleeves on top and white shorts underneath, and he was walking forward happily.
"Ouch?" I only saw my little brother suddenly sit on his butt. I quickly came to his side, a look, happy: only to see my little brother sitting on the ground, shorts some places have become black from white, next to a piece of watermelon rind is that "closed eyes", my little brother's red face is no longer bright. Seeing my little brother like this, I "giggle" laughed out loud, said; "haha, really ridiculous, in broad daylight, blind? You can't even see a piece of watermelon rind!" Hearing my sarcasm, my little brother sobbed, but I refused to let go: "Cry, cry! Boys still cry, pervert?" He cried even more, and I laughed so hard I couldn't speak.
At this point, an uncle came over, picked up the little brother who was crying, and said to him, "Stop crying, and cry again, others should laugh." The uncle glanced at me, I immediately avoided his gaze, because it is too frank, too direct.
That uncle took out a tissue and wiped the little brother's face and hands, and straightened his clothes for him, and finally waved goodbye to the little brother.
After they left, my heart was empty, and I just hated myself for not helping my little brother. Suddenly, I had a flash of light in my head, and quickly picked up the piece of watermelon rind and threw it into the fruit bin. Looking at my little brother's back, my heart like a bottle of five flavors - I do not know what to taste.
On the Way Home Essay 9In my memory, there are many things, they are like little shells, messy scattered in my mind. The incident I am going to talk about is one of those little shells.
One afternoon, a few years ago, school was over and I was ready to go home. Walking, I crossed a road, saw a chilling scene: a ragged clothes, hair messy, dusty face of the homeless children, is eating a small boy alms to him a packet of leftover "little boy" instant noodles. After eating, he looked at the boy who had given him the instant noodles with a sense of satisfaction and smiled foolishly. Afterward, the little boy took the bag of instant noodles from the homeless kid and went to a place where people couldn't see him, not knowing what he was loading. Then, the little boy came over and handed the bag to the homeless kid with a smile, meaning to tell him to eat it. The homeless child was very relieved to pour the contents of the bag into his mouth. The look in the boy's eyes was surely a ghost. Suddenly, the stray child spilled the contents of the bag all over the floor, weeping and coughing in pain. I looked again at the spilled stuff, and it turned out to be sand! When I came back to my senses, the stray child looked at the little boy with angry eyes, and he was like a mad lion, screaming hard and moving wildly. The kids next to him and the little boy saw it, but they laughed.
I couldn't look away, so I continued toward home. Along the way I thought a lot, why is God so unfair, we are all equally human, why do we kill each other? To be happy? To vent? Or to insult the poor?
People are good, all because of the temptation and pleasure-seeking, the good heart of mankind has thus become evil, there is crime, there is destruction. We have to learn to have a good heart, the world will become a better place!
On the way home essay 10I walked on the way home from school, I saw a lot of cranes are busy working, a large number of bungalows in the unknowingly slowly disappeared, and then came a rising skyscrapers. I think: it won't be long before the residents who used to live in the bungalows will move into the high-rise buildings with joy. I seem to see, in the beautiful garden district, the residents are singing and dancing happily, the birds in the branches of the song.
As I walked home from school, I saw workers working furiously to build the subway. Excavators, trucks, mixers and other machinery all on the line, "Boom Boom Rumble" "ding ding ding ding ding" sound mixed together very nice, like a pleasant symphony, a moment of high excitement, a moment of low and long. I think: in a short time, the subway will be opened to traffic! I seem to see, people are happy every day in the subway station shuttle between the road to and from work without the trouble of traffic jams, everyone's face is full of happy and pleasant smile.
As I walked home from school, I saw the dirt road beside the newly constructed metro station being fenced off, and all kinds of machinery taking turns to build this dirt road into a wide and flat asphalt road in the shortest possible time. The yard of my grandpa's house was next to that dirt road, and it was going to be demolished soon because of the road construction. I grew up in that yard and I really don't want it to be demolished. However, we are willing to make sacrifices for the development of Beijing. I seem to see that this wide road leads to the distant future, the road speeding car filled with people's laughter.
As I walked home from school, I watched the people on the construction site busily building houses, subways, and roads, and was touched by the workers' feverish vigor. I silently wish that our city will be built better and better, and people's lives will be happier and happier!
On the Way Home Essay 11That day after school, I walked happily on the way home.
When I got to an intersection in front of the footbridge, I tried to cross the road to the opposite side, which was much faster than going on the footbridge. But just as I was about to set foot on the road, I was frightened by the constant flow of vehicles like the wind and beat a retreat.
The intersections are very important, one is a national highway and the other is a highway to the highway intersection, and the traffic is quite fast.
I had to walk up to the bridge honestly. Standing on the bridge, I looked down, vehicles come and go, like a long river. But there were still some discordant black spots on it - some students were crossing the road. Watching them jump onto the sidewalk one by one, my heart was tense and relaxed, but they didn't seem to realize the danger.
One bouncing boy dodged car after car, left and right, and just as he was about to cross the street, a van came around the corner. The driver of the van stepped on the brakes and honked his horn loudly, and the "hissing" of the wheels crushing the road and the honking of the horn were intertwined, gripping my heart. The little boy did not know at first, when he saw the grim reaper approaching the van, scared pale, and hurried to protect his head with his hands, crouching on the ground. My heart is also tightly tensed, like a rabbit thumping in my heart, how to take a deep breath can not be suppressed, hand tightly tugging the red scarf. Seeing the van getting closer and closer to the boy, I closed my eyes, not daring to look. The sound of brakes was the only thing ringing in my ears. The van stopped in front of the boy, the goods inside dumped on the ground, the boy scared to the ground, crying, but fortunately there is a scare.
By witnessing this incident, I realized that I have to abide by the rules of the road, and that life only happens once.
On the way home essay 12Today, I finished my piano lessons and went home alone. The pianist was far from home and got up early, so I yawned 12 times on the way home! LOL! No way! I didn't go to bed until 12pm last night, and anyone who leaves the house at 8am wants to sleep! On the way home . Want to see 11 "yawns" on the way home? Then look down to be -.
"Ugh! Vacation! Have to get up early, crave darkness, learn piano! Tired!" Just after the word "tired", the first yawn came! "Ha!"
After yawning it was so comfortable! I walked forward, passed a corner, a north wind blew, it was cold! Everyone else kept shivering! Then I yawn again, so sleepy! I pass by the school, look at my watch, look at the school playground, and remember that it should be our class' gym class at this time now! How much fun everyone had on the playground then! Of course there were times when the gym teacher punished us! That time too. "Ha!"
Oh? The little store in front of the school is still open! But business isn't booming when we open our mouths! Come to think of it, I've walked past the school and it's time to cross the street! "Whew!" A car passes right in front of me, and here's where to drive! Must be on an airplane! It's better to pay attention to #1 traffic safety! "Ha!" Yawn from the sky!
As I crossed the street, I saw a bakery, which is quite busy when there are "little ones" like us! Why don't you go and buy one! Save your money! No, I wanted to eat it! I went to the bakery, picked out a loaf of bread, paid for it, and started to eat it.
On the Way Home Essay 13On the way back from school, some people gained happiness, others success. However, I gained courage.
One day, I went to Lily English. Mom said, "I can't pick you up this afternoon. Would you like to go home by yourself?" I hesitated and said, "Okay!" . After school, I waited a long time for my mom to come, so I ran downstairs. Climbed up my path of courage.
I climbed the first hurdle of courage, -, and I got scared. As I walked down the crosswalk, I thought, What if I meet a bad guy? After thinking about it, I saw that there was always a man under a tree looking at me. I thought, is he a bad guy? Why does he keep looking at me. Seeing that I was getting closer to him, my heart was pounding like a bunny. My steps were getting faster and faster. When I passed him, nothing happened. I broke out in a cold sweat. I managed to pass the first level.
I was on the second level of courage, -. I saw some polite brothers walking along. What I didn't realize was that those polite brothers threw the peel on the ground and walked away. I ran over and picked up the peels and threw them into the garbage can. The older brother was embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry, I'll pay attention in the future!" . I felt very proud.
I climbed the last level of courage, -, crossed the street. It was already about twelve o'clock. There were too many pedestrians, and I thought of the way my mom taught me to cross the street when I walk. There were many vehicles on the road. I was a bit scared. I stood carefully on the side of the road and waited for the green light. When the green light came, there were no more cars in the crosswalk right away, but I still looked to my right and walked slowly. I was relieved when I crossed the street.
On this trip home, I learned that if you follow the rules that adults say, there is no danger, and everything can be done well.
On the Way Home Essay 14I don't deny that childhood is the happiest period of life. This is probably why many high school and college students refuse to come out of it! Even at the age of seventeen or eighteen, they are unwilling to one important fact: they have to take responsibility for society!
Addicted to online games of killing, may become a video game master, to participate in the world of video game competitions, but this does not play a role in the development of the network; keen on comic books, cartoons, may be able to sell comics in the future to make a living, but this is only able to satisfy the needs of the future "children"; on the show business, the entertainment industry, may have the ability to become a journalist, the entertainment industry, the entertainment industry, the entertainment industry, the entertainment industry, the entertainment industry, the entertainment industry, the entertainment industry, the entertainment industry and the entertainment industry. Interested in the show business, perhaps with the prerequisites to become a showbiz reporter, but if you do not try to practice eloquence, there is no report of social acceptance ......
Fellow students, we have grown up, we are no longer suitable to go to enjoy the life of the "kids". The first thing you need to do is to take up the responsibility of the society! Although we have lost our innocence, the maturity we have gained will give you a new feeling. When you work towards a big goal, when you realize your own ideal, when you shoulder the responsibility for society, you will find that this is also a kind of happiness.
Friends, I already feel heavy shoulders, you? The intention to recognize themselves as adults, still standing in the position of children to see the world.
As a "child", they frequently into the Internet cafes, in the online carefree swim, enjoy this happiness; as a "child", they do not have the slightest interest in the world's masterpieces, pick up the comic books, watching cartoons is very flavorful, enjoy this happiness; as a "child", they have no interest in the world's masterpieces, pick up comic books, watching cartoons is very flavorful, enjoy this happiness; as a "child", they are not interested in the world's masterpieces. As a "child", they are indifferent to national affairs, only concerned about those stars, only sensitive to those showbiz news ......
As a "child", they may really be very happy. ", they may be really happy, however, they have forgotten
On the way home essay 15Heavy snow filled the sky, dancing in the night sky gently drifting and falling down. The dark road is lit by snow and ice, because the battery car keys fell off can not, to come when the car came, as for the time to go back, well, parents to participate in the entertainment to go and no pennies, so you have to step by step a snow prints of the walk home.
The snow falls on the shoulders of the distant lake has been frost, the moonlight sprinkled, the ice seems to be caged on a layer of dreamy silver moonlight, the night everything is very quiet only a few homes in the distance lights are still on, like the only source of light in the darkness, lonely stand.
Carefully walking in the snow-covered road, looking at this familiar and unfamiliar road, countless memories filled in this strange road, if not this accident I'm afraid that I will still be in a hurry to go home and have no time to take care of the scenery.
Stretching out his hand, the snowflakes gently fell right in the palm of his hand, the cold touch spread all over the body, tilted his head up to look at the sky snowflakes, a piece of a piece of drifting down on the shoulders, top of the head, feet. Nine days above the starry sky, countless stars in the sky, a round of bright moon hanging high in the sky, the moon is so beautiful, the moon spilled under the road and is so quiet.
I walk, quiet and long, covered with snowflakes and ice crystals of the road is so bright and by the moonlight show its quiet, this road in my mind is so familiar and unfamiliar, once walked countless times on the road, walk with friends, walk with relatives, walk with parents. However, at this moment to walk in the mind is a blank, completely no impression of this road, as walking on a stranger's road. Just like life, and people cooperate with countless times, but how many are really let you have had the impression of really counted on the friend? Sadly carry on ......