Each of us, every moment, is moving along the path of growth, and guess what I found?
Walking along, I saw a patch of thorns, the obstacles of frustration. I walked carefully, and one fall and one thorn became the impetus for me to move forward to get out of here. The more difficult the peril, the more it helped me to sharpen my will. Finally, I walked through this dangerous thorn, and the road ahead became wider and more beautiful. On this path of growth, I learned to be strong.
As I walked, I reached a gravel road. The sharp stones hurt my feet. Walking through here, I thought of something. Looking back and thanking the stones, they taught me tolerance.
Walking along, it was strange that an orchard appeared in front of me, there were all kinds of fruits in the orchard, all ripe, no matter where, no matter what the season, all the fruits appeared here. I picked a peach and bit into it, well, sweet, so sweet! I picked many fruits and put them in my pocket, walking as if I had carried several barbells. It was especially hard and heavy. As I walked, it dawned on me that I took all the fruit out of my pockets and walked with particular ease. Outside the orchard, I looked back at this orchard, I want to thank him, he let me learn to be content on this path of growth.
On this path of growth I walked, one test after another so that I know a lot, and the end of this road is the reward of success.
Walking on the road2Looking at this highway, I was at a loss.
Everywhere on the prairie is a road, and we are always on the road - I always thought so. But I don't know when, human beings in the blue grassland built a gray highway, the sunlight, glittering white, like a bone-deep scar, y imprinted in the grassland old man.
I know that this grassland, where I was born and raised, also has a soul. In my early childhood, she was so beautiful. Whether it's the splendor of spring, the romance of summer, the silence of autumn or the bleakness of winter, all intoxicated me. I often walk on the boundless grassland, experiencing the endless fun of the grassland.
A little older, I realized that there were more and more humans. Mom said I couldn't eat them (I forgot to mention that I was a wolf), which disappointed me a little. Dad said they would ruin the meadow, and I wasn't worried at all, thinking that was impossible.
As it turned out, I was wrong. The grass was getting shallower every day and the sky was getting darker. There were people everywhere. The - real - prairie road that I had paced as a cub looked narrower and narrower, on the verge of disappearing ------
Now that I was dying, the prairie seemed to be just barely surviving - the grass that could have easily missed the top of an adult wolf's head when I was a cub now only I'm not going to be able to get through this, but I'm going to be able to get through it. And all I have to hide in is a clump of dead grass!
I turned away - though there was nowhere else to go. I heard people screaming behind me, and then a shot rang out - and I went down.
Oh, they don't know that the road they're on is also the road of death for the grasslands - the grasslands are on the road to destruction.
I and my classmates made an appointment to walk together after school, and at four o'clock in the afternoon, we walked side by side on the road after school.
That classmate was a naughty boy. Just walked to the door of a material store, my classmate made a look at me, meaning to ask me to wait for him. I looked at him with suspicion, only to see him monkey general reach out the counter of the material store to take a handful of "golden notes", like a mouse scurrying to my side, like nothing happened, but the hands of the "gold bar" is hidden in the clothes. "Hey! What did you take from me?" The owner of the store ran over to me in three steps, danced his fists at the imaginary thief, and went back to the cashier's desk in frustration. What about my classmates? The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see it, and I was so happy to see it!
My classmate dragged me to an empty house and handed me some "gold" bars, which I took unconsciously. He spat on the ground and said, "That old man's eyes are really flowery. When I heard this, I suddenly realized, oh my God, this is what thieves do! As I was thinking, my classmates urged me, "Hurry up, don't be silly!" I don't know where to get the courage, a took those shiny "gold bars", ran over, quietly put back to the original place. But my figure was seen by the shopkeeper, who ran over again, screaming, "Stealing from me again!" But as soon as the shopkeeper saw there, his face actually showed a big smile ......
From then on, the student never stole a thing ......
Walking on the road 4The bell rang for the end of the class, and the students packed up their school bags and I walked down the street happily, because today I got 100 points. After going back, mom and dad will definitely want to reward me, buy me the latest remote control chariot? Buy me a brand-name bicycle? Take me to see the scenery? Or ...... By this time, I was already walking on the sidewalk, but my mind was intoxicated with thoughts of prizes.
Suddenly, I vaguely heard crying. Looking for the sound, I found the source of the sound: it was a small child sitting on the ground, is "wow" crying ......
I took out the paper towel, his tears clean, and then with a soft tone of voice to him:" Little brother, don't cry, don't cry, tell your brother what's going on!" "I - I can't find - home." The child said as he cried.
"Then where is your home?"
"I don't ...... know, I only know ...... that there is a ...... movie theater in front of my house. " He drawled.
With my experience, I know there is only one movie theater in this place. So I told him, "Little brother, don't cry. I know where your house is, let me take you there!" When the little brother heard that, he immediately broke into a smile.
Walking to the building behind the movie theater, I asked, "Is this the building?" The kid nodded and said "thank you" to me, then hopped up the stairs.
As I walked home, the sky was gorgeous and the trees were green. The sun had only half a face left, but it still seemed to be smiling at me ......
Walking down the road 5There was always a wish in my heart.
The wish to be like a bird, free to soar in the sky.
Break through the invisible shackles, no longer wandering, no longer hesitate.
This moment has finally come.
The heart, began to boil. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
The chains around the body began to break one by one.
With the bag, ready for everything, start to go.
The scenery in front of you passes with the wind, a road, but the wonderful moment has been fixed in the brain.
The clouds in the sky are sparsely dotted, one by one, because of the dazzling sun and the more beautiful.
Along the way, there has been helplessness, there has been uncertainty.
Sadness, difficulty, hardship
When crossing those obstacles to the most beautiful scenery, overlooking the foot.
In the mind, no more uncertainty, no more helplessness.
Everything is floating away. Tears of excitement hang from the corners of your eyes.
The night sky is full of stars. In the mountains and forests, the insects are singing.
On the road, there are bumps in the road, there are rugged, and there is a fork in the road that needs to be chosen.
Crossing over everything, just because I long for freedom, hope to see the scenery after that.
Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, looking for the inner that a warm harbor.
Life is not just about following the rules and regulations, but also about your own indulgence and desire.
Crossing the mountains and the sea, through the mountains and the sea of people.
The rainbow after the storm is just like the true meaning of my walking on the road.
There was a time when I particularly liked a song called "Walking in the Cold Wind", not because I liked the melody, but because I liked the lyrics, walking in the cold wind on a winter night, the scattered trampling is a dream, alone at this moment, how to determine whether or not you have loved me. A very common song, let me feel particularly strong, as if I can experience that cold wind in the depression, can think of that kind of shivering in the wind. Loneliness, loneliness, depression
I grew up so big, when I was a child, there are mom and dad's meticulous care, grandparents do their best to take care of, grandparents and grandparents and even spoiled without regard to faults; grown up, when going to school, there are teachers care, when going to school, there are classmates cheek to cheek to protect, perhaps in the eyes of so many classmates I'm a need to protect the little brother. I didn't grow up with a golden spoon, I think I grew up with honey, always sweet around me, full of love and sweetness.
In theory, I should have been happy, but the fact is not so, I feel empty in my heart, there is no one in my heart that I think is worth the heart of the people, may be up to now I don't know what is called the heart of the friends, I feel that life is so tired, there is something have to be their own burden, do not dare to and other people spit out their hearts, as if they don't believe in the world. What I think every day, mom and dad do not know, teachers and classmates do not know, around the friends and buddies do not know. What others say I also follow what I say, as if the only ability is to go with the flow, to adapt to a variety of people, to adapt to a variety of environments, people are quiet, I can look at the sky alone do not say a word, people are noisy I can follow the roof to the roof to turn over. Sometimes things on the surface but can not represent the heart, always so contradictory.
People, it is a contradictory creature, life is not the heart if the sun needless sadness, but
Walking on the road 7We walk on the road every day, and I often ask myself, why walk?
Under the selfless mother's love, we walk, not lonely. In the company of sincere friendship, we walk, not lonely; in the cruelty of reality, we walk, meet the challenge.
Gucheng's dream, walking in the lonely shelter, and then passed away with the wind.
Haizi's life, walking on the cold railroad tracks, and then came to an abrupt end.
Anne said: because of love, we walk; because of love, we refuse to walk.
But in any case, remember: when walking do not look back, only remember.
If you can't hold down nostalgia and recycle lifting your eyes, then you will walk with tears of remorse on the road you are walking on, stepping on the muddy road.
If you choose to remember with ease, you will bury the loss deep in your heart and drink in the lilac-like melancholy of the Xu Xing.
The soaring unknown is the only bargaining chip for walking.
So walking is infused with freshness, to satisfy curiosity, to satisfy joy.
At the same time walking is also extreme and unruly, but shoes destined destiny is wandering, we are destined to live a life of walking, regardless of loneliness and happiness, walking is the root; regardless of drift and rest, walking is the vine; regardless of the life of how long and short, walking is the process. This kind of walking, this kind of life, this kind of years and years, we are intoxicated but not regret.
Walking toward the far future, the unknown future, ah, I'm coming.
Walking on the road 8
Time flies, years like a shuttle, straight to the declaration of the junior high school is still echoing in the ears, and now less than three hundred days from the examination, stop and look back, the original road to the junior high school exam, I've been traveling part.
Walking in the junior road, I am confident. I chose the mountains, chose the brave climb; chose the sea, chose the passionate surfing, and chose the junior high school, is destined to wind and rain! There have been disillusioned, and also uncertainty, but never doubt, never give up.
Walking on the road in the junior high school, I have to struggle, "not through some cold bones, which get the fragrance of plum blossoms." So no longer complain about the complexity of the test, no longer complain about the lack of sleep, but peace of mind in the sea of wandering, meditation in the book in the search for the road. Life can have a few fights, this time do not fight to wait for when? Do not go through the struggle of sweat, tears, how will there be the success of the flowers proudly spit incense!
Walking on the road in the junior high school, I have to be calm and relaxed. Life is like a tide, ups and downs. In the rising tide, I am down-to-earth and calm, satisfied with the momentary gain, how can there be progress? In the ebb tide, I calm still, distressed at the loss of a moment, how will revitalize? Whether the sky is clear blue sky or rain fall, my heart is always full of sunshine.
Walking on the road in junior high school, tears tell me what is persistent; sweat tell me what is bear; pain tell me what is the pursuit. A philosopher said: the saints often people are willing to rest assured that the person carry on.
Walking on the road in the junior high school, I continue to harvest true love. Teachers tirelessly explain, meticulous care; parents to the hot noodles, so that I heart warming; table between the kind encouragement, kind criticism, so that I cherish the friendship.
At this moment in the junior road, I need to use confidence as a sail, with hard work as an oar, accompanied by true love, the ship of life to the other side of the ideal!
Walking on the road 9Walking on the road, we recognize the beauty and ugliness; walking on the road, we gradually grow; walking on the road, we explore the mysteries of life ...... The road of life is crisscrossed, we will inevitably be on this long road to make some stupid mistakes, but as long as timely correction, will not go astray.
I have a very good friend, she has a pair of big watery eyes, a head of exquisite natural curls, very beautiful, and her pockets are always loaded with a lot of strange gadgets, so there are always a lot of people star-crossed around her. It was an honor to be his friend. Not only did my classmates say so, even I thought so. But I once made a stupid mistake that made me almost lose her.
I remember the day she brought a crystal butterfly. What a beautiful butterfly it was! The blue wings, which became deeper in the sunlight, refracted a colorful light. A to the classroom, around her side of the extraordinarily large number of people, friends are scrambling to squeeze up, want to touch the beautiful butterfly, I am no exception. At noon, one after another, the friends went home to eat, she also left, only walking in the last I found the butterfly she lost on the ground. I was y fascinated by the butterfly, carefully picked it up, put it in the heart of the hand to scrutinize, thinking of playing a noon will be satisfied, but I was not careful, the butterfly wings touched a little broken, I was scared, panicked and hid it.
In the afternoon, she found her beloved butterfly disappeared, anxious to cry. The kids all helped her look for it, and I was the only one who secretly hid it because I was afraid of it. What should I do? Do I keep hiding? What if I was found and they called me a thief? But if the butterfly is broken, will she forgive me? I was very conflicted in my heart. After a while, I still could not bear to see her tears of sadness, and fearfully returned the butterfly to her, telling the truth. To my surprise, she not only did not blame me, but comforted me and said: thank you for picking up the butterfly for me, otherwise it may be accidentally stepped on.
I am very glad that I did so at first, if not, I may just lose a friend, walking on the road, I will also feel guilty.
Walking on the road 10In this line of hot 'street, there is a trace of coldness in the heart, several years has been constantly starting, constantly departing, can not turn back.
I have always believed that I am a person who walks on the road, there is no reason, just walking on the road.
The road, always underfoot, I can only be constantly moving forward. The partners around me will leave for various reasons, and there are all kinds of strangers inserted into the life.
Whether I am willing to will or not, walking on the road, I have long forgotten. However, the past points on the road but firmly touched the carving in my heart, into my eyes.
Firmness and distraction **** exist, joy and sadness accompanied.
Passersby, still a few strangers.
The people who once caused waves in my heart, I called passers-by. There may still be B, C, and D, but they are just titles.
I will remember the passers-by who made me laugh and made me sad, but who forgot me in the blandness.
I'll remember meeting a confidant who talked about everything and said nothing, only to push me away and forget me after a moment of pleasure.
And I, still walking on the road, just have one more goal in mind, like a little fish, looking for that little fairy in my heart.
I remember there is a companion I walked through countless streets, accompanied by my choice of countless heartbreaking burning passer-by (ho).
We appreciate each other.
We appreciated each other, but at the time of parting it was a goodbye, never to be seen again.
I remember I was on the road, on the road to enjoy life.
I also remember the young author Zhang Yun sang a song "Sad Rain".
I remember even more the young author Zhang Yun wrote a "young should go far away".
However, what I want to do now, remember those years, I walked on the road.
After many years, I look back at myself and realize that I have been walking on the road.
Any arbitrary youth, colorful, just because we walk in the flower season on the road.
That day, the sky hung a gray curtain, the classroom messy books on the cordial close to a few papers, we waited and waited, looking forward to, not easy to get up to the gym class. We organized the traveling clothes, loaded departure.
Walking to the playground, we first warmed up by running, a few laps of heavy running, forehead has been beads of sweat. And after the sun after the warm-up, I was ready to rest, but I saw Mr. Mu smiling toward us, followed by two students, and so on, and then I fixed my eyes, behind the students clearly holding two baskets of a foot. "Not good intention" has been flashing in the brain, and it is true, we divided into two ways, the boys play basketball, we girls are going to play soccer all over the field.
A group of girls around the ball, the big battle is about to start. I don't know who kicked the first kick, we have all "chased". The team on the field is getting bigger and bigger, and even the goalie is on the field. After a while, the ball has been approaching our goal, we were in a half-arc around the goal frame next to the ball, but unfortunately the other player kicked out, another person and then received, the ball around the "V" shape, the perfect goal. I must say, it was a good match. We missed the point and lost 1:0. If you think that's the end of it, you really don't know Mr. Mu. The weighted kick was only the end, the last two laps of the sprint were the main event. At the sound of the whistle, we took off our bags and ran. Panting we lie on the lawn, the fun of physical education class is not exactly the sweat after the relaxation? In the hearty movement, we enjoy the flamboyance of the flowering season, playing the melody of youthful confidence.
Walking in the flower season on the road, together with the struggle, together with running, together through the difficulties and obstacles, cried, also laughed. Just because I and my partners as always step on the footsteps of youth, the pursuit of that passionate dream.
Walking on the road 12
School to home, there is a small road, surrounded by green grass, large trees in a row on both sides.
Every time you walk from school to home, you have to walk for ten minutes.
This ten minutes is not short nor long, I can enjoy the scenery, bushes, butterflies, flowers dotted with them, colorful, pleasing to the eye, as if the candy on the donut, colorful.
The people who come and go, there are cleaner aunts, classmates, friends, and the old people who practice in the morning. All the way the sun shines, all the way the fragrance follows.
The sun waved at me, and every day was beautiful.
Until one day, I was in sixth grade.
No longer did I need ten minutes to walk the path, two were enough, and no longer was there a place in my head reserved for the bushes, no more butterflies fluttering in my mind. Instead, it's homework, revision, exams, homework, revision, exams.
What's wrong with me? I asked my mom and she said, you're growing up.
After that, she went into the kitchen and started making breakfast.
I was very confused, can't the road to growth go back? Will I never find the joy I used to have?
Now that I'm in my second year, I don't have to walk that road anymore, and there are no more colorful bushes, no more wildflowers.
Is it true that you can never find the happiness you used to have? I asked myself, all day by the pressure of the midterm pressure, how can have time to think about these things? I found a rare day and came back to that road.
Once again, I saw the butterfly bushes, the green lawn with wildflowers, and once again, I found my long-lost happiness.
I realized that the road to growth can not go back, but can look back, look at the road they walked, looking for once happy, in the turn, continue to walk with their heads held high.
Walking on the road 13On the road of life, there are successes, failures, experiences, lessons, joys and sorrows. We encountered or experienced things, some flash past, such as smoke; some are indelible, engraved in the heart. Our success, give us what joy; our failure, and enlighten us what. When we left on the road to diligently climb the footprints, life returns to us fruitful; when we put the sincerity and smile all the way down, we see the eternal spring.
On this road, we will encounter setbacks, but also encountered the good things; on this road if the setbacks, but not to overcome, then on this road there will be more setbacks, if you learn to overcome all kinds of setbacks, you will also have more experience, so that you will be more dealt with.
On this road, is the road of our life, we must grasp this only must pass through the road, in this life, if you do not go to grasp it, your life will eventually be destroyed in your hands; so we have to go to grasp it, to walk this road, walk on this road, you will walk and think about the road ahead, but even if there is a high mountain in front of you, but also have to walk through. Because this road is the only way out, for this road we have to cherish, and to go through it in its entirety, so that you will have a way out, so that your life has no regrets.
When you are going to reach the end of this road, you will recall that the previous road was difficult at that time, but now it is simple, and you will have a strong sense of achievement, and you will think that the sky turned out to be so blue, and the white clouds are so white. The end of life lies ahead, don't be sad, don't be afraid, a new day lies ahead.
On the road we have gained a lot.
Walking on the road 14Every day we are on the way to school and after school, often just to hurry, the steps go very fast, but did not see the wonderful scenery along the way.
There are times when the road in the morning is full of sunshine, and the shadows of everything are drawn long, as if they were giants. Into the sunshine, face and body feel warm, a burst of soft wind blowing over, the leaves on the ground is with the wind on the ground fluttering, issued a good sound of swish; accompanied by the wind and fresh and charming "tree flowers". Tree flowers bloom in the dense green trees along the roadside, exuding a very rich and dizzying fragrance, because it does not know its "name", so it is beautifully called tree flowers. Tree flower flavor and the warmth of the sun when blended together, the sun seems to become fragrant, tree flower scent becomes like cream as hot, like eating flower-flavored cake.
There are times when it rains on the road in the morning when a clear, transparent raindrop slaps down one after another. This is my favorite weather because it is so wonderful. The sound of the pattering rain doesn't make the environment noisy, it quiets down all around. The sound of raindrops falling on umbrellas, soft and dense, and a few drops of rain hanging on shoes, and the oily leaves of the big trees beside me, each laden with one or two raindrops, and the scent of the tree blossoms seeming to become even more fragrant in the cool air. The beauty of rain is different from the beauty of light; it has more of a stillness to it.
Each of us walks on the road every day, but few people will carefully feel the beauty of the road, there are a lot of undiscovered beauty in life, you have to walk slowly and often to experience!
Walking on the road 15There is always a road, walking miserable and confused. Perhaps in this process of a hundred turns, we can truly appreciate the value of life and the splendor of life.
I think I am also a person with a dual personality, sometimes incomparably longing for the ordinary, and sometimes incomparably longing for the sensational. In the beautiful eternity, there is an amazing dream. In the dream, the bright moon was in the sky, green bricks and blue tiles, frost and cold dew. There was a man in white who was elegant and calm, and was unperturbed. With a bunch of orchids, like a thousand years waiting for the figure, waiting for a certain beauty to come to meet.
Unspeakable affection. It's as if the previous life of a look back, a brush with the regret left behind.
Some people do not look very good, but inside is equipped with a strong soul. Because the soul is truly honorable, the external appearance is not as good as expected, so the overall look is more obscene, so it is not understood by most people, so it is rightfully lonely. If you are also this kind of people who do not fit in alone, then please do not feel inferior, do not be depressed, perhaps you are the next person to create a miracle.
There is wind and sunshine.
We have enough capital to fight, just do not let yourself regret later. I saw a saying that said extremely well, love is right, the wrong is that we have not learned to love, rush to love.
Whenever, do not completely lose hope in the world, because in a sense, hope is life itself. If you lose your hope, life is going to be meaningless. Be positive about the people and things around you, you can be temporarily disappointed, but remember to pick yourself up after the disappointment. If there is hope, there is sunshine. A glass of white water, a chewing gum, the embodiment of a good life.
We also have no reason to give up, no reason to despair.