1. Write an essay with the title On the Road
On the Road
The sky is gloomy. I don’t know why, but it always appears when I am the most tired and tired. It rains in a downpour, especially if I don’t bring an umbrella.
That time, around 6 o'clock, I squeezed into the bus with the group of adults as usual - only here will everyone be equal, because here, no matter you are blue-collar, Whether you are a white-collar worker or a gold-collar worker, as long as you stand here, you will feel crowded. I had no choice but to get on the bus and waited for half an hour before I got a seat, so I couldn't wait to sit on it. Looking at the muddy road again, I was secretly glad.
The car rocked and rocked, just like being gently soothed in my mother's arms. I listened to the long-lost lullaby in my dream with peace of mind... forgetting the pain of the scar being squeezed constantly.
"Get up...get up." The voice of the conductor's aunt broke my sweet and familiar dreamland. I got up reluctantly.
"I've passed the station! What should I do?" I tense up every nerve. My eyes were red, I was scared, I had never sat or stood before, and I didn’t know the way.
"Where is this?"
"The main station..." said the aunt.
"Ah... I don't have money to take the bus back." I touched my empty trouser bag.
What to do... I shouted in my heart over and over again.
"Where do you live?"
"**** Garden" I lowered my head, already very weak, like a withered rose.
"Oh..." Auntie nodded meaningfully.
"Promise... give it." A little boy emerged from the crowd and said, "My home... is quite close to your home. I will accompany you in the car..." He said, stretching out his hand He took out his hand and took out two crumpled dollars.
"Thank you..." I was so ashamed.
He accompanied me in the car back. Chatting and laughing in the car.
After getting out of the car, he smiled and said, "Let's go..."
"Aren't you... my neighbor?"
He smiled Said, "Actually... I should have gotten off the bus a long time ago. I was one stop ahead of you."
I was stunned and a little moved, "Thank you!"
"Why do you want to accompany me through this walk?"
"I saw... the wound on your leg. If you plan to walk back... the wound will become inflamed due to the washing of the rain. ." He pointed at the wound on my leg.
I kept thanking him all the time. Then, I gave him the first golden maple leaf stamp in my collection, which I have always treasured. Then, I reluctantly turned around and left. On the way, I kept looking back just to see that kind and cute little boy. The flowers on the road are very bright under the rain.
The boy’s back was like paper stained with ink, getting smaller and farther away...
"Goodbye..." I sighed... That was It was the first time I was helped like this, and his kindness has since changed my view of the world - in fact, there are no good people in the world, but good people are silent occasionally, but there are good and bad in the world, and there are also bad people in the world. There are no absolute good guys and bad guys. Good and bad are just a matter of thought.
God’s temper is over, and the sky blooms like a flower. It is as white as cotton wool. From a distance, it looks like the face of that boy... 2. Write an essay on the topic of being on the road
Spring is charming on the road in spring.
First there is a slight spring breeze, blowing the most sincere blessings of spring.
Then came a few crisp bird calls, a flute, and laughter... Spring is here! The willow tree uses the clear spring as a mirror, and its long green hair is fluttering, as if green paint has been painted on it, making it look brand new and very delicate. The more you look at it, the more soft and cute you feel. It is really a bit fairy-like! The willow trees were full of birds, chirping and chirping.
It seems to be saying: "Spring is here, these trees have grown dense leaves, let's stop and have a rest and chat." Naturally, the grass is not to be left behind, and strives to squeeze up, which is laborious and exciting. Green shoots sprouted from the ground.
Looking from a distance, it looks like green handkerchiefs randomly covering the earth and hillsides. The spring breeze blows, and the grass bends down, looking at the vast expanse of fresh green, like a shy girl, selflessly intoxicated in the wind.
Baiyun also went out for a walk leisurely. look! Isn’t that Uncle Ma Boyun? It is practicing its morning run! Huh? Who is that? Oh, it turns out to be Sun Wukong! Is he still going to cause trouble in Heaven? Naturally, wherever there are clouds, there is usually a breeze.
Wow, as soon as I stepped out, I was greeted by the fragrant breeze. The breeze will circle around on your left for a while, and entangle on your right for a while... When there is a breeze, there will naturally be flowing water. As the saying goes, "cool breeze and flowing water".
Walking along the mountain stream that flows from top to bottom, your face will be splashed with water from time to time. Hey! This water splash is crystal clear and has a hint of coolness. It splashes on your body, but you still feel comfortable! I bent down and wanted to wash my face with the clear mountain spring.
But I stopped and saw a green leaf floating in the water. A few naughty little fish, I don't know if they were shy or something, hid under the leaves and played games with it.
What’s even more interesting is that there are a few small ants on the leaves, probably crawling from the trees to the leaves! He actually sat on the leaves and danced, using the leaves as a boat and drifting with the current. Faced with this scene and this situation, I waved my sleeves and walked away quietly without taking away a drop of water. I didn't want to wake up the quiet beauty of spring in the mountain stream.
Yeah! The spring rain is coming, what should I do if I don’t bring an umbrella? It doesn't matter. It's raining. You have to be wet to feel comfortable. Standing in the middle of the ground, the spring rain fell on my face, which felt so refreshing.
This rain nourishes and revives all things. It is known as "spring rain is as precious as oil". After a while, the sky cleared after the rain, and the scenery was beautiful again.
People came out of their houses, hibernating animals also woke up, and the earth became lively. A gust of wind blows by, making people feel the fragrance of slightly moist earth, the fragrance of grass, the fragrance of flowers...ah! The spring rain washes everything clean, the earth is full of vitality, and people are full of spirit.
That’s right, “A year’s plan lies in spring”! Spring, spring scenery, how intoxicating and desirable! Excellent composition for the 2007 High School Entrance Examination: Life on the road is like a journey, you don’t have to care about the destination; what you care about is the scenery along the way and the mood of watching the scenery. Let us carry a piece of paper on the road, regardless of whether it is yellowed or new? Look at the clouds swaying and curling, and the flowers blooming and falling.
Recording every bit of the journey, as well as those who have warmed us and moved us, all of this will become an indelible and beautiful scenery in life. We are not alone, there are always people with us along the way.
I miss those innocent and simple years, those days of climbing over the wall and sneaking into school, those days of singing nursery rhymes while ringing bells, those days of hiding under the quilt and playing during lunch break. In those days, we walked hand in hand.
I remember those midsummer days when we stood under the shade of the trees and sipped ice-cold sodas. The water is sweet and cool, flowing into my heart.
A few strands of hair were stuck to our foreheads due to sweat. We touched the bottles and smiled happily, leaving even the noisy cicadas behind. What a simple happiness. Because the school gate was closed, we climbed over the low wall next to it. We accidentally cut our hand and red blood seeped out.
Even so, I gritted my teeth and said it didn’t hurt at all.
You must have laughed at me then.
Even though he is grinning and showing his teeth, he still has to pretend to be a man. Then he couldn't help but drag me to the infirmary to get medicine.
The afternoon is the happiest and shortest time. We laid out our clothes as goals and started running all over the field.
Our laughter echoed in the small stadium. A short line streaked across the sky quickly, followed by a second and a third.
Then I heard a "pop" sound, which was the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves. Being dull, I felt that it was raining.
You took my hand and ran away in the next second. I almost fell down several times, but I still held on to your hand tightly.
Finally, we ran all the way to the eaves, looked at each other who had been drenched in water, and laughed happily. Although I have drifted away from these days, when I look back inadvertently, the scenery is still the same.
None of you left. Thank you for accompanying me through that journey.
It is you who have given me the strength to never hesitate no matter how steep the mountains, how muddy and rugged the roads, or how fast the rivers I encounter in the future! I will carefully store all the warmth in the softest corner of my heart. Maybe one day in the future when I encounter the winter of life, I will wake them up and let the past feelings ripple in my heart again, transforming this season. of frost. After packing my luggage, waving goodbye to the clouds in the sky, I will hit the road again.
Life is a journey, and I will cherish every minute and every second on the road, and I will miss the beautiful scenery along the way. Where will be my next stop? To write good articles, you must first learn to cultivate your ability to capture the moments that touch your life.
It should be noted that the author of this article is good at learning every bit of life through memories, and then conceived such an elegant work full of warmth and tenderness. Beautiful friendships permeate the article, and cherished friendships jump under the tip of the pen.
We readers also seem to have returned to that eternal time. The beautiful display of writing style, the hearty expression of emotion, especially the use of some classic poetry language, such as "Waving goodbye to the clouds in the sky" and "The clouds are rolling, the flowers are blooming and falling", all express the author's culture very well. accumulation. 3. Write an essay with the title "On the Road", about 600 words.
There are many ways to understand it. If you understand it purely literally, you can write about walking on the road and seeing the changes around you, the development of the city, and the changes in people's lives. .
Use this to develop subsequent ideas. Also, being on the road is understood as the path of life, and you can write your own path, past, present and future.
Here are some wonderful examples for your reference: On the road I have been traveling on my way to study. Freely shuttle between poems and songs; gallop around in addition, subtraction, multiplication and division; talk freely about politics and history.
Learning is joyful. After learning new knowledge, a sense of happiness and satisfaction overflows in the heart; or one may be nostalgic for a wonderful article; or one may feel endless joy for the sudden enlightenment of a difficult problem; Or maybe he is ambitious about his country's ambitions. On the way to study, I am a happy gainer.
I have been traveling on the road of youth. No matter how strong the wind is in life, no matter how big the waves are, I will use the passion of youth to hold the throat of destiny; no matter how high the obstacles are successfully created and cause more failures, I will go with the vitality of youth. I have experienced failure after failure and climbed over obstacles; even if I step out of my youth one day, I will continue to travel with a youthful heart.
On the road of youth, I am a happy young man. I have been traveling on the road of life.
No matter how long this road is, I will continue walking as always; no matter how bumpy and tortuous this road is, I will leave some time to appreciate the scenery along the way; No matter how tired I am, I still maintain an optimistic heart. You will not be deterred by the thorns ahead; you will not be lost by the fantasy on the roadside.
On the road of life, I am a strong traveler.
I'm always on the road, traveling on all kinds of roads.
On the road to school, my backpack is full and I have made great achievements; on the road of youth, I run and jump forward bravely; on the road of life, I overcome obstacles and move forward proudly. A person, with thousands of moods, travels on thousands of roads.
The scenery along the way has become an eternal memory, but this step has never stopped for anyone. I know, I'm always on the road.
——The inscription always has a strange dream. In the dream, I am always running non-stop. The circles of the road are like a maze. Running, but there is always no end. . Going around and around, there is no exit, so I can only keep running, just on the path surrounded by blue bricks.
It wasn’t until I woke up that I realized that I was already dripping with sweat... Perhaps, I have always been on the road and never stopped running. The figures coming and going were in a trance for only a moment.
In a hurry, I missed the scenery, that childhood, and that smiling face. I once heard that childhood is just a stop, it will always be forgotten on the far side of the road, it will always be settled by the years, and it will be over.
However, that small station full of joy is too short. Once I miss it, how can I go back? ! I have regretted it more than once, why do I refuse to stop my persistence, even if it is just a glance, I will be satisfied. But there are no fairy tales in reality, which cruelly melted my dreams. The innocence was added to the "past tense", and the days without worries are just passing smoke, which must be dispersed and left.
The road is extending and the pace continues. I no longer like balloons, I no longer crave candy, and I no longer believe in fairy tales.
Just look up at the sky quietly, think about the future, and draw dreams. I no longer call myself a child because I can’t keep my childhood.
He murmured: "Growing up, I know..." The years have blurred the scenery of that season, and everything has settled and been sealed in the past. Tears covered my eyes, but I could only wipe them away vigorously and look forward, just because I was always on the road, and because I was strong, I stubbornly refused to look back.
I cannot guess how long the unknown road ahead is. I can only use my rationality to describe it bit by bit, filling its original black and white with color. I don’t know how hard it will be, but at least I won’t let myself cowardly go back to where I started.
That passionate youth exudes her unique fragrance. These turbulent fifteen years have sent away some of the past, but also ushered in hope. Just like that ancient tree, the rings of time express its glory.
The footprints are deep and shallow, recording every detail. A person's footsteps, walking alone, meandering in the mud are just a kind of witness, a kind of imprint.
A road is only given to one person, no matter it is the beginning or the end, as long as the heart is on the road, the scenery passing by along the way will be eternal in the end. It's that dream again, the endless road keeps extending, I keep running, keep running... The scenery in front of me on the road keeps changing, both familiar and strange.
No matter where they move, those trees, grass and flowers are still fresh and full of vitality. However, the roads, houses and houses have changed, leaving an inexplicable feeling. The scenery on the road is very beautiful, but we still want to stop and have a place that is completely our own, so that we can take a rest when we are tired and continue to persevere.
When walking on the road, because there is a place in my heart that I want to go to. That place is familiar and warm, and my heart will become warmer no matter how cold it is. When I return home, to the place where I grew up, I always feel that time seems to slow down.
The wind was blowing slowly, and the little sparrows were jumping in the open space looking for food, while the cats and dogs were lazily staying in front of the door. If someone passed by, their fur would stand on end and their bellies would emit sounds. The threatening voice was completely different from those of pet dogs, it was that of a real dog. Some teenagers came over and just smiled.
The children who were a little older have grown up now.
They also dress in a very foreign style. Nowadays, with the rapid development of cities, there are no longer any differences between regions and urban and rural areas, but the impetuous feeling still exists.
A rational and profound understanding of life still requires years of polishing. I always think of you from time to time. You and I are actually always on the road.
Suddenly far and sometimes near, sometimes real and sometimes imaginary. When I couldn't see you, I became rational and indifferent. I looked indifferently at the young fathers who held their children in their hands for fear of dropping them and held them in their hands for fear of melting. This is just as Ru said, father He treats his children with sincerity and sincerity, but his children treat their father much more lightly.
I also saw what kind of inconvenience and harm they caused to those little people with decent faces but hateful hearts. The road is short and we always reach our destination quickly, but the feeling on the road is always long.
Everyone's appearance is much more beautiful than before, but they are also much colder. In their hearts, everyone has the kind of heart that sweeps away the snow in front of the door and ignores the frost in others. 4. Write an essay on the topic of the road to growth
The road to growth: learn to grow Wang Yanglu It is a small road. It has a name - growth. The road is lined with lush flowers, each one is beautiful, but You can't pick them casually, because some flowers have thorns on the stems, and you will be pricked by them, which is like a failure you have experienced; but some flowers have no thorns, and what you get when you pick them is The incomparable fragrance and its extraordinary colors are like your success; and they are opportunities. Do you have the courage to "pick" those opportunities? Those flowers are just blooming, they cannot influence your thoughts. You have to reach out your hand to "pick". On the road of growth, learn the courage to "pick". On that road, there are no cars or boats, you can only rely on two Legs, walk independently. The scenery along the way will make your eyes look around, but don't ignore the stones under your feet and be careful not to trip over them; there are some roads not far ahead that are not easy to walk. You must be careful and walk slowly step by step; don't be lucky, the potholes, rocks, sand and mud ahead are still waiting for you, and there are... You won't dare to move forward when you see the mountains, right? When you encounter these difficulties and setbacks, do you sit on the road or get up? Don't let cowardice block the scenery ahead. On the road of growth, learn the confidence to overcome. Perhaps, on this road of growth, you have experienced a lot, failed and succeeded, and you have picked a basket of flowers. That's the success you get. Look at others, they are far behind you. Some people only have two or three flowers in their hands, and some people don't even have flowers in their hands. You must be very happy in your heart, but... you have that kind of low-key attitude Beautiful? Standing still and waving your flowers will only make others laugh at you. Calm down, continue to grow, and continue to live a successful life. On the way to growth, learn to use low-key to set off the soul. On the way to growth, learn to be peaceful, open-minded, tolerant, patient, and calm. Be positive, be grateful... On this road, learn to grow. Road·Grandma·Me. 5. Write an essay on the theme of being on the road
Life is like a journey, you don’t have to care about the destination; what you should care about is the scenery along the way and the mood of watching the scenery. Let us carry a piece of paper on the road, regardless of whether it is yellowed or new? Look at the clouds swaying and curling, and the flowers blooming and falling. Remember to record every bit of the journey, as well as those who have warmed us and moved us. All of this will become an indelible and beautiful scenery in life.
We are not alone, there are always people with us along the way. I miss those innocent and simple years, those days when I climbed over the wall and sneaked into school. Those days of ringing bells and humming nursery rhymes, those days of hiding under the quilt and playing during lunch break. In those days, we walked hand in hand.
I remember those midsummer days, when we stood under the shade of the trees and sipped ice-cold soda. The water is sweet and cool, flowing into my heart. A few strands of hair were stuck to the forehead because of the juice. We touched the bottles and laughed happily, even the noisy cicadas were left behind. What a simple happiness.
Because the school gate was closed, we climbed over the low wall next to it and accidentally cut our hand, and red blood seeped out.
Even so, I gritted my teeth and said it didn't hurt at all. You must have laughed at me then. He still has to pretend to be a man despite his sly grin. Then he couldn't help but drag me to the infirmary to get medicine.
The afternoon is the happiest and shortest time. We laid out our clothes as goals and started running all over the field. The small stadium echoed with our laughter.
A short line quickly crossed the sky, followed by a second and a third. Then I heard a snapping sound, the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves. Being dull, I felt that it was raining. You took my hand and ran away in the next second. I almost fell down several times, but I still held on to your hand tightly. Finally, we ran all the way to the eaves, looked at each other who had already been drenched in water, and laughed happily.
Although I have drifted away from these days, when I look back inadvertently, the scenery is still the same. None of you left. Thank you for accompanying me through that journey. It is you who have given me the strength to never hesitate no matter how steep the mountains, how muddy and rugged the roads, or how fast the rivers I encounter in the future!
I will carefully store all the warmth in the softest corner of my heart. Maybe one day in the future, when I encounter the winter of life, I will wake them up and let the past touches come again. My heart is rippling, melting the frost of this season.
After packing my luggage, waving goodbye to the clouds in the sky, I will hit the road again. Life is dancing, and I will cherish every minute and every second on the road, and I will miss the beautiful scenery along the way. Where will be my next stop? 6. With the title "On the Road", write a 600-word essay, narrative essay
Title: On the road... Some people say that life is like a road. Everyone embarks on their own journey as soon as they are born. This road is laid out The journey is full of thorns and ups and downs, but what we gain is happiness. It should be because there is something accompanying us all the way, and that is - family love.
I remember the Italian Boccaccio said that friendship is the most sacred thing. I don’t think so. The most selfless and precious thing in the world is family love. Family love is much more important than friendship, and human family love is even more unique.
In the world, there are all kinds of people, and anything can happen, but the only thing that remains unchanged is family affection, your love from your relatives. On the way of growing up, they taught me to take the first step. Although the footprints were shallow, they taught me to face life bravely... On the way of growing up, parents' love for their children is reflected everywhere. .
Parents face us with a kind of selfless sentiment. They would rather be hungry themselves, but also want us to be fed and clothed. Therefore, in the eyes of many people, family ties are as important as a thousand pieces.
But it seems that family affection is too small, causing us to turn a blind eye. I was surprised to find that many children no longer cherish the fruits of their parents' labor, and often regard their parents as an inexhaustible treasury.
No matter how hard the parents nag, they always ignore it, as if it has nothing to do with them. Things that were unheard of before seem to be commonplace now.
But the relatives still devote their love silently, without any regrets... On the road of growth, there will inevitably be ups and downs. When we are sad, our relatives will appear in front of us and comfort us. That hurt heart; and when we are happy, they share it with me... In the blink of an eye, I have left 13 deep or shallow footprints on the road of growth. Looking back on these 13 years, touching scenes are in front of me. Emerging, tears inadvertently wet my eyes... And in these 13 years, my relatives are like the sun on the road, bringing me light in the long dark night and giving me hope for tomorrow! On the road, because of you I can spread my wings and fly! Thank you, the most beautiful sun on my road. 7. An essay on the topic of "on the road"
That day, the weather was clear and the sun was shining brightly. This was a rare good weather in the cold winter. I invited a few good friends to go out to play. , didn’t rush home until seven o’clock in the evening.
When we reached the fork, it was time to go our separate ways. My friends jokingly said to me, "Do you dare to take this path?" I looked at the brightly lit road, and then looked back at the dark path. I immediately started to retreat in my heart. But I don't know whether it was because I wanted to show off my strength or because I was afraid of losing face in front of my friends, but I unexpectedly stepped into this mysterious and unpredictable path.
It is true that "I know that there are tigers in the mountains, but I prefer to travel to the tiger mountains." After a while, when the chatter and laughter behind me completely disappeared from my ears, I immediately regretted it. I regretted that I loved to show off my abilities and was obsessed with saving face. But regretting it now was of no use, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and move forward.
The night was eerily quiet, as if dead. The north wind blew loudly, making me shiver with cold, as if I was in a dark ice cellar. I almost looked around every step I took, fearing that a five-eyed, six-legged monster would jump out of the darkness and eat me in one bite. Although we have been walking for a long time, it is still dark ahead, as if this road will never end. What if I never get out? Thinking of this, I immediately comforted myself not to think wildly, but the fear in my heart did not diminish because of this, but became more intense. I walked softly without making any footsteps. I was really worried that even a faint sound of footsteps would bring about bad consequences. Just when I was in infinite fear, suddenly a figure flashed directly in front of me. I immediately increased my vigilance. Oh my God! The figure was walking towards me. My eyes were staring at the black figure motionlessly, and my feet seemed to be nailed to the ground and I couldn't move. He is getting closer and closer to me, what should I do?
I can feel my heart beating faster and faster. ah! How could he arrive at my side so quickly? I immediately closed my eyes, not daring to imagine what was going to happen next. Finally, the man walked past me. Ah, it was a false alarm. I breathed a sigh of relief. Keep going.
Since then, I have become more courageous, and half of the fear just now has been eliminated. After a while, I walked out of that creepy path. What greeted me was the brightly lit road and the avenue leading to my home. They seemed to be happy that I had defeated the darkness and the fear in my heart. My heart is really sweeter than eating honey. 8. Write an article on the topic of "On the Road"
It is a short journey from home to school, but as long as you pay attention and walk back and forth on this road twice a day, you will always get better. Seeing each "short shot" makes people feel moved.
Look, the little boy stood restlessly on the frame of his father's bicycle, holding his father's shoulders with both hands and making faces; the woman selling vegetables on the roadside smiled lovingly, but she still didn't forget A reminder to "be careful".
Under the scorching sun, an old man rode a special tricycle with a flower umbrella tied behind the seat. Under the flower umbrella sat his old woman, talking and smiling, toothless. The mouth never closes.
In the cool breeze of the evening, a mother-to-be held her lover's hand and walked along the edge of the field, with happiness and longing written all over her face.
In the field, an old man was half squatting, looking at the green and tender vegetables affectionately, and rubbing them with his hands from time to time, as if caressing his beloved child.
After school *** The student bicycle team was slipping in and out. The main stream branched off into tributaries, gradually forming small groups, leaning on their heads to join in the fun, kicking their feet, chatting, and dancing with their eyebrows...
A girl just walked out of the beauty salon, Flick up your bangs and toss your long hair, and your whole body is filled with youth and beauty. Although she couldn't see her face clearly, she could feel that her heart was full of hope for life.
In the nursery, the smart puppy always stands up on its hind legs, making the dolls giggle; this smile is so innocent that it seems to melt away all worries and worries.
In a simple boxcar shop, a master craftsman and a customer were jockeying for a few cents to repair the car.
Life is peaceful, but a peaceful life is like a cup of fragrant tea. It does not have the richness of mellow wine, the richness of coffee, and the mellowness of milk, but it can make people taste a light taste. Fragrance, endless aftertaste.
We often complain that happiness is too far away from us. That’s because you always look up to the sky to find happiness. Because you never pay attention to the happiness around you, which makes me feel that life is full; passing happiness makes me feel that life is full. of happiness. Friends,
When walking on the road, please slow down your pace, open your eyes wide, and open your mind...