This is an imaginative essay that can be seen as a continuation of The Cricket in Times Square.
Wealth, honor, flowers ...... everything people desire Chester has, what else does it ask for? In the article, the author unfolds the wings of imagination to bring the famous Chester back to his hometown, with Selden's tone depicts Chester's thoughts on the way home, between the lines naturally reveals a human emotion: go home, return to their own hearts and minds of their hometowns. However, the shortcomings of this paper are also obvious, especially the inconsistency of personification (starting in the third person, but then in the author's self-referential tone) and the arrangement of the material in the average use of ink (dilution of the focus), such a failure should be noticed in future compositions.
Point of view: Quanzhou Xiaoting train "click, click (...)" (train) in and railroad tracks grinding, from the button (New) about the city of Connecticut in the direction of the speeding. The slightly trembling carriages resemble a cradle.
(,) Passengers dozed off in the dim light. (A scene into a mood, pulling back Chester's thoughts on the way home.
Good paragraph. In the future, pay attention to the cohesion of phrases.)
Chester the Cricket would have liked to sleep on the train. It was true that for some time before, with two performances a day and hundreds of pairs of eyes on him, he was not quite at home, not at all happy, and his body was simply too tired.
But it tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Though going back to the Connecticut countryside was something it had been looking forward to for a long time, and tonight it made the journey home.
But when it came time to say goodbye to Times Square, where he had lived for three months, and to leave Tucker and Henry, and to leave Mario's family, there was still a sense of loss in his heart. It's as if there's an invisible thread still pulling you in, making you reluctant to let go.
("It wasn't at all comfortable, it wasn't happy at all" does not fit the description of the plot of The Cricket in Times Square, and even though it is an imaginary composition, there can't be a contradiction in terms when it comes to the original plot.) It remembered the scene of the first meeting with Tucker, (") this mouse can be really hospitable, the first meeting to bring out the self-treasured gourmet bologna to entertain me ("Chester remembered the scene of the first meeting with Tucker," this Tucker).
After he ate half of his host's two dollars as leaves, Tucker came up with so many "bad ideas" that he was really a smart and somewhat mercenary mouse. ("Looking out of the car window, Chester sighed at the grass and trees flying past, but the rat is still quite sincere to his friends, (because the rat) in the end, it (he) risked his life to pick up, ready for retirement, the life savings to contribute to help himself (Chester) through the difficult times.
(") This is a friend who must not be forgotten, and must be visited sometime in the future. Hopefully it will come to the Connecticut countryside as well.
("Chester said to himself.") (Tucker Mouse, who grew up native to New York, is very different from Chester in personality, and this paragraph shows Tucker's flexibility to take advantage of the situation without losing his good nature.
However, after the third-person reference to "it," there is a sudden "I" tone, which makes the paragraph misbehave. I've changed it here!) (") By the way, there's a question I haven't thought about: how did Tucker Mouse and Henry the Cat become friends? It's incredible in our countryside ("Chester suddenly had this thought,").
Well, it seems that this New York City is also too strange, it must be too noisy, too boring, people are busy, no time to make friends, and there is no communication, very lonely and bitter. So the natural enemies also became friends, talking and chatting together, playing together.
(") In this way, or our countryside is good ah: blue sky, clear river, fresh air, vast fields, many friends ......, (a beautiful countryside scenery, in the train traveling show in Chester's thoughts.) (This paragraph speaks of returning to one's spiritual homeland, a proposition that Chester himself gave himself, after an experience that doomed him to return.
The inconsistency of personification and the standardization of narrative tone are still "hard" in this paragraph.) Chester is reminded of his time with Mario.
The young master was so fond of himself, and if it had not been for the young master and his father, Mr. Bainieri, who had taken him in, I do not know what would have been his fate in the city of Nuyorican. The fire caused great damage to the master's newsstand, and although the direct cause was not in himself, he was still more or less responsible.
Alas, shame! And Mr. Smedley, who advertised his musical talent, and the kindly old man Fung Sai, and his friend, the learned old Chinese gentleman, who not only gave me a house like a "palace," but actually bowed to me, and gave me a taste of Chinese food. These people are so kind! They should be remembered! Well, I should sing a song in honor of these good friends and companions.
"Returning to Sorrento" is a great tune that I used to use to remember my hometown, but now I use it to remember a time in my life and friends in Nuyorican Times Square, and to remember their kindness! (Because it's about friendship and life and caring and emotion that makes Chester and Mario's time together simple and beautiful, but the inconsistency of personification and the standardization of narrative tone are still "hard" in this paragraph and should be revised!) So (,) it hummed softly: "See how beautiful the ocean is, how exciting it is, see how mesmerizing the scenery of nature is! Look at this orchard by the hillside, full of golden mikans, fragrant and warm everywhere. But you say goodbye to me, abandon your friends forever, abandon your hometown forever, do you really bear not to come back? Please don't abandon me, don't make me suffer any more, rejoin Sulianto, come back!" After singing this song, Chester's eyes (tears) flowed, and it wished that the train would run faster and reach its home town sooner.
But it also felt that New York's Times Square was getting farther and farther away from it, and it wondered if it would (not) have a chance to visit there again in this life. It hesitates, wondering whether it is better to go back to Times Square for a second look, or to go back to its hometown.
Just as Chester was confused and frustrated, the train arrived at the Connecticut station, his hometown. (Chester's attachment to life in Times Square and his longing to return to the country intersect in the above two paragraphs.
2. On the Way Home Essay 600 WordsWaiting in the Rain
The sky was hazy with drifting rain and fog, and I was afraid that I might get my clothes wet, so I quickened my pace. There were not many people on campus at this time, so my lonely but fast-paced figure stood out in this quiet campus.
In an inadvertent look up, I saw a figure under a bright light in the distance, holding a heavy thing waiting for something. It was raining, and the water mist was so heavy, what was he standing there for?
I gradually approached, his silhouette little by little enlarged, only to see his hands encircling a heavy bed of cotton wool. He lowered his head and tightly guarded the cotton wool, for fear that it would get wet. I had a question: why did he hold the quilt and wait in the rain? On second thought, he was probably sending quilts to his children who were boarding at the school. Yes, the weather has turned cold recently, so which parents are no longer worried about their sons and daughters? But why didn't he hide under the awning and stand under the light to get wet? Then think carefully, may be afraid of their own son or daughter to come, can not find their own it, so deliberately standing in the attention of the bright lights, quietly waiting for ...... I think of this, not through a warm current into the heart, refreshing, who will also be afraid of this sky flying rain?
A few steps further into, only to see his clothes and pants old, and even about to fade, stained with rain dew hair drooping. He didn't move, he didn't say a word, and he was tightly covered with a quilt. His face through the vicissitudes of time and wrinkles, that is the traces of the passage of time, obviously he has been over half a hundred years. Seeing the campus crowd has been exhausted, his face dark, look in a trance, I seem to hear a sigh of relief.
I brushed past him, he heard the footsteps, looked up and saw me after a great disappointment, began to look around, the anxiety is from his eyes out.
I walked away without saying a word, listening to the sound of the light rain, and heard the sound of heartbreak. The sound of rain is getting louder and louder, and I don't know whether that father left or not, although it is not my father who is drenched in the rain, but the heart is still a hard time.
Waiting in the rain, that is the most persistent true love, true love and rain fall together, weaving a silent touch, but who will find and pay attention to this point of warmth?
3. "Walking on the road home" essay kneelingWhen the fresh autumn wind will blow the sky far away, when the green leaves on the branches of the orange and yellow, when we raised his head to look off the last south of the geese, I carried a heavy bag of books walking on the road home. The road home is still the same, but my heart has long changed. In the past, when I went home from school, I still recalled the happy scene at school, but now, I was planning how to go home and review my homework. The road remains the same, but - the heart has changed ....... Suddenly, a dirty little hand interrupted my reverie, turned out to be a small beggar, he was wearing a tattered clothes, outstretched little hand seems to be trembling . I touched my pocket and handed him the only dollar left in my pocket. I saw him smile, is the kind of heartfelt smile. He took the money and ran toward the alley across the street. He stumbled and fell, but he still stood up. Maybe this kind of scene in the eyes of other people do not care, but I y feel his figure is exceptionally strong. He stood up and continued to run forward, where is it? I looked at his figure with questions, that strong figure seems to be saying something? Until his figure disappeared from my eyes, I turned back and walked towards home. At this time, I walked on the path full of autumn leaves, my feet sounded soft and slight sound, my heart could not help but rise a ray of sadness. At this time, and think of the ragged little beggar's back, I do not think that the beggar is small, at least they can live well, and those who encountered setbacks on the self-abandonment of people, can be better than the beggar how much? At this time, a leaf gently fell on my shoulder, I watched it quietly fall. Is that helpless? No! That is persistence! In fact, every leaf has its own wish, that is - to fly! Although the distance they fly is only the distance between the tree and the ground. However, they fly for their own dreams. Is this not persistence? At this time, I seem to see the fallen flowers are not merciless things, turned into spring mud more protective flowers. When the last leaf of fall fell, I was a little reluctant to reach out and catch it. He told me, "I want to fly." I was a little reluctant to let go, but in the end I let go. I saw it! I saw it! It was smiling! It was smiling! It was like a beautiful butterfly dancing in the wind. At this point, I had to leave, when I stepped on the first staircase, a red light shone all over me, it was the sunset, the call of new life, at this point, my heart changed again .
4. to: "the road home" to write a compositionThe first three years of junior high school she chose to leave the school, said goodbye to her parents embarked on a journey to work.
Although she had good grades and loved to study, the high tuition fees kept her away, and her father's frail health forced her to embark on this journey.
She was seated at the window of the train, staring off into the distance as if in anticipation of something.
She did not tell her parents that she was going to another country, but left a note telling them that she was going to a faraway place to find her dream. She looked at her watch and saw that the train was about to leave, but the person she was looking forward to did not
break into her eyes. She gave up waiting and withdrew that gaze from the window. "Daughter, wait."
Hearing that familiar cry, she hurriedly stuck her head back out and saw her mother's tearful face and her father's anxious look.
"Daughter, get off the bus and go back with mom, the matter of tuition fees your father and I will find a way." The mother took on a pleading tone.
"No, I want to earn my own money to support the family." The daughter's tone was surprisingly firm.
"Good boy, go back with mom, you are still small earn what money ah, you quickly and I go home to study."
"No, mom I do not want to be a burden to you, save the money or take it to Dad to buy medicine."
"Go back, the outside world is too dangerous, it is better to go home to study. Dad's body and bones are still fine, can still continue to work. You see your second brother is also said to go out to work to subsidize the family, but finally, but into the prison, in case you have something happened, you ask us how to live ah." The father spoke in a very calm language, but gave the daughter an irresistible shock.
"Dad, you do not say it"
"Children, let's go home, outside the wind and rain, how can you suffer, or home warmer."
"Mom and Dad, I was wrong let's go home." Said the girl lifted the box and got out of the car.
The world outside is certainly wonderful, but those wind and rain can not be we can bear it?
It's better to be at home, after all, there are still people at home who care about us all the time.
5. Write an essay on the way home 30 wordsThe sun is out again, this day, always cloudy, this morning is still gray.
The sun is out again, the sky is always cloudy, this morning is still gray.
Landscape once a year, wheat is harvested by the roadside tall and dense sycamore trees, the robin in the tireless chatter, even the sun is also listening to the public impatient, angry, face red. The weather is too hot, at this time, walking home on the road I have been sweating, the head of the sun is getting more and more poisonous, so I walked towards the bus shelter, ready to take the bus home. The high temperature so that I dare not look around, the soles of the feet seem to have something sticky, that is the road surface of the asphalt sticking to my shoes, anxious I would like to sit on the wind turbine, hula back to my home. Finally arrived, but here waiting for the car is too many people, making the originally small waiting booth more crowded, like a steamer basket
6. The road home essayThe road home ancient poem said: Qingming Festival rain has been on the road pedestrians want to break their souls.
Another Qingming Festival, I embarked on the road home with the thoughts of my ancestors, and the thought of seeing my family made waves in my heart. Shekou is 400 kilometers away from my home.
It's a long way to go. When you get on the highway, both sides of the planted trees, delicate flowers, a lot of grass and rolling hills make people very eye-catching.
I saw: so many trees, light green, green, short and tall. The flowers are colorful.
How beautiful! Only the driver is facing together, closely, vehicles. Microblogging has been published by many people: a certain section of the road there are a number of accidents occurred, resulting in paralyzed road ...... In the face of the more and more vehicles gathered, we decided to get off the highway, take the national highway.
I thought: so many cars, drive slower, afraid of "head on". I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I think I'm going to be able to do that, so I'm going to be able to do that.
Alas ~ "highway traffic jam, the national highway all the way to the good scenery!" I can't help but sigh. Take the national highway scenery is good, the car is less, but the speed limit of 60 kilometers, the distance and far, when to get home ah! I whined in my heart! Bored - bored - bored - "Mom ah, also eat!" I secretly screamed when I heard the adults discussing going to the town of Mapei to eat meatballs.
But who knows, that meatballs are intangible cultural heritage! It was very tasty to eat! It's a long way home.
7. The road home essay 600 wordsAfter receiving the report card, our whole family was busy, organizing and organizing the house, to change out of the replacement, loading the car loaded, February 12, 2015 BW year evening departure back to their homes!
We chose to drive back home this time, and Dad's departure time was set at 12:00 p.m. I was a little worried that I wouldn't be able to get up. Another thing to say is "New Year's Eve". Luckily, Dad bought a seven-seater car, but the "New Year's goods" still stuffed the car with only three seats left (the driver's seat counts), but there were only three of us. We watched the clock pointing to "5" (afternoon), ate dinner, and then the hour hand quietly pointed to "6", and went to bed! It's a bit early, but it's a good way to save up for the middle of the night. I watched the time pass on my cell phone, but I still couldn't sleep. Finally, my dad came in, swiped on the light, and said, "Come on, get up, I can't sleep, we're leaving early!" And with that, we hit the road in a daze.
We got on the highway from Yuhang and traveled for almost an hour or so, with fewer and fewer cars on the road, and as it got later and later, we were the only car left on the road, alone. I gradually bored, from the bag out of the "to be shot" to watch the downloaded "Wu Da Lang Legend", ah no, is the "Wu Mei Niang Legend", is to see Fan Bing Bing (Wu Mei Niang) to run away with Li Chen (Li Mu), the emperor of the world. （I was watching Fan Bingbing (Wu Mei Niang) elope with Li Chen (Li Mu), but Emperor Amma (Emperor Tang Taizong) didn't agree, and then there was no more. The car stopped, it turned out to be the father lost, he seems to have come to an unfamiliar place, hesitated for a long time, finally decided to go forward!
This has been almost midnight eleven o'clock on the highway, there is no street light, the sky is so dark, and no other vehicles, surrounded by trees, only drive lights to continue to move forward, but I have a very rich imagination, may be the "Saw" and other horror movies to see too much, I will always feel the car will continue to move forward, and then suddenly pop up something. But God was kind to us, and we were on the right road, as we arrived at the Jingdezhen service station in Jiangxi province (Jingdezhen is the way back to our hometown)! We took a short break here and continued on our way!
"Twenty-three point five-nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds, sixty seconds! Zero point zero zero!" This is probably the first time I've seen a span from yesterday to today on my cell phone's time. By now, I was still energized, while my sister slept like a dead pig. At 1:00am, my dad pulled into a service station for a nap, and I was still reading my "Wu Da Lang Bak Kao"... no, wrong again... never mind, it's pretty much the same thing anyway... happily resolved. At 2:30 a.m., my father woke up, we ate a bowl of noodles in the service area, and embarked on the road home again!
At 3:00 am, we crossed the Poyang Lake Bridge and came to Jiujiang city. When we arrived at the city, the feeling of being deserted was even greater, and it was foggy again, and the fog was especially low, so we turned on our headlights and moved slowly along the wide highway, layer after layer of fog came to us, and my imagination was working again. In this dark night, only a car driving on a wide road, and a layer after layer of white fog revealing the horror of the breath want you to float, slowly, slowly, a female ghost pounced on ...... Now I understand why Dad said dare to drive at night less people. After that, I don't know whether I fainted or fell asleep, when I woke up I have slept for three or four hours. At this time the car driving in the towering Dabie Mountain red base of the "red" plate on the highway, which means that has reached my hometown in Hubei Province, Hubei Province, the territory of the Herb County, across this road, to my hometown! Although not see the sunrise, but back to the long-awaited home is also a very happy thing!
8. to the road home to write a narrative essay essay five hundred wordsThe road home
The sunset gradually fade away only the light, I was alone sat on the road home, I do not know how many times in this familiar road, but at this time the heart always surging up the feeling of soreness.
I walked aimlessly, the silent road only heard from the distance vaguely heard the children's laughter, I have no time to care about these, only to feel the heart empty. Look up and look into the distance, the road home is long, long, suddenly realized that I am so far away from home. I've been away for a long time, and now I'm walking home with a strange feeling, which reminds me of the many memories that have been engraved in my heart.
I can't count how many sweet and cozy memories I have on this road home. But I always clearly remember, as a child, I ambushed in the father's broad back, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat, and I scattered with the wind song. Occasionally I would ask my father with round eyes, "Are you tired?" With a smile on his face, my father said, "No, you're light as a feather." So I fell asleep in a daze, but I do not know that this sleep on his shoulders for five years, rain or shine for five years, happy five years, carefree five years.
9. a failure to leave home essay"Do not panic when you take the test tomorrow, do the questions first easy and then difficult.
Language writing essay time to see the requirements, can not write away from the topic; math ...... "The day before the midterm exams, my mother chattered in my ears. "Are you annoyed! Will you stop talking?" I yelled.
I did not expect this not only did not stop mom's nagging, but also let her start a longer and longer speech: "Tomorrow will be the midterm exam, I told you the way to answer the questions, lest you suffer, but you are good as a donkey's liver and lungs ......" "It's not like I haven't taken the test before, I've seen more types of questions than I can count, so I don't need you to tell me!" "$￠￠¤......" "You're so annoying!" "? Relief?rdquo; I slammed the door and left. I walked aimlessly on the street in a terrible mood.
"It's not just an exam, it's annoying to say so much!" I muttered, then walked into a bookstore. There weren't many people in the bookstore, so I picked up my favorite book, The House of Oolong, and read it with great interest.
Looking at the hilarious Oolong Yard, the unhappiness in my heart was thrown to the winds. "Little student, do you buy books? We are closing."
An uncle with glasses came over. I smiled awkwardly, "Oh, not buying."
After saying that, I fled like a rabbit without a trace. I walked down the street again, my stomach playing a small drum because I didn't eat dinner.
Suddenly, I smelled an aroma. Well, it was the scent of marinated meat, it smelled so good! I touched my pockets and realized that my pockets were cleaner than my face.
Alas, it seems that the only thing to do is to gulp, so hungry, so want to go home! No, if I go home, my mom will definitely be possessed by Mrs. Xianglin again. What if mom and dad come to find me? If I go home at this time, mom will be so happy that she will forget to nag, right? Well, I'm going home! I jumped on the road home.
Opened the door to the home, the scene at home let me greatly disappointed - mom in the Internet, dad watching the game, the two old man face did not have the slightest worry about the look. The first time I saw my mom come back, immediately Xianglin sister-in-law possessed: "You still know come back ah, do you know outside is very dangerous, only bad girls will be like you! You ......" I resigned myself to my fate and silently listened to my mom's nagging.
This is really a failure to leave home ah.
10. Forgiveness lantern essayThere was a teenage boy who stole a sum of money from his family and ran away from home.
The parents searched for a long time but could not find him. After a year of wandering outside, the boy ran out of money, cold and hungry, which remembered the warmth of home, he wanted to go home, but was afraid that his parents do not accept, do not forgive him.
After hesitating for a long time, he wrote a letter to his family with the 80 cents he found all over his body. He said on the letter: "Dear mom, dad, sister: I know my mistake, only out of the house will remember the warmth of home.
These days I miss you all the time. As I have no face to see you due to my deep guilt, I am going to go home one late night.
If you still forgive me, then light a lamp in front of your house. After your unworthy son's letter was sent, the boy set out on his journey home.
After a long journey, he finally returned to the village. At this time the night fell, he looked toward the village, could not help but stunned: the whole village is lit into a sea of lights! All the people's doors are hung with a lantern.
People's hearts are kind and generous, not just their own relatives. For the child who has done wrong, people will never hate him for repenting too late; when he pulls himself together, the prodigal son returns, cleanses his heart, returns to his lost ways, and walks towards a hopeful tomorrow, people's hearts will all light up the lantern of forgiveness for him.