In ordinary study, work and life, everyone is familiar with writing, and people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange with the help of writing. I believe that writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is a road topic composition I have compiled for you, hoping to help you. Road topic composition 1
When I was growing up, there were countless stories like the stars in the sky. There are happy things that make people laugh and hurt their stomachs, stupid things that make people puzzled, and of course, there are also things that move people. On the road of my growth, I have experienced many ups and downs and tasted countless ups and downs.
On the road of growing up, there is someone I will never forget. She raised me and gave me the strength to move forward. She is my mother. Since I was born, my mother has looked after me carefully every day and fed me with her sweet milk. When I was a baby, I lay in the cradle and always fell asleep unconsciously in my mother's wonderful lullaby. Under the meticulous care of my mother, I grew up like a sapling.
when I was five years old, my mother bought me a brand-new little bike. I couldn't put it down and danced with joy. I rode as soon as I got on the bus. As soon as I got on the bus, I fell to the ground. My mother quickly helped me up and said, "Don't be afraid, be brave and keep riding!" " My mother's firm and encouraging words added courage to me. In this way, after falling down again and again, I finally learned to ride a bike.
Later, I went to primary school, and I encountered many unsolved problems in my study, which were solved with my mother's help. Once, I was doing my homework, "How can I write so fast!" " I asked myself with surprise and joy. However, the last question stumped me. I racked my brains and thought hard, but I never came up with a solution. So I thought, why not ask my mother? Just at that moment, I walked up to my mother who was busy cooking in three steps and asked, "Mom, can you tell me something about this problem?" My mother put down her work and explained it to me in this way, and then I was enlightened and deeply inspired. That's it. Inspired by my mother many times, I have more and more ideas to solve problems and fewer and fewer problems.
on the road of growth, it is my mother's care and constant encouragement that makes me grow sturdily and forge ahead bravely. Road topic composition 2
Whether it's a cement road covered with rough asphalt or a rugged path, the road is always full of footprints and car marks, bearing everyone's joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, the hope of every step, and the memories of every tire are deeply engraved on the road.
The criss-crossing fields are the way for farmers to walk out. The thick soles of their feet tread on the broad land, and they carve paths with clumsy footprints. They irrigate the soft soil with hard sweat and sow the seeds of hope with a simple heart. Drought can't evaporate sweat, and floods can't drown solid footprints. The fields are still intertwined with each simple and honest face.
The winding and rugged mountain trails are the way out for the challenger. Enthusiastic hearts, with firm determination, cut through thorns, insects singing and birds singing are sonatas for them, raining Shan Yu and cold mountain breeze are gifts for them, and the indomitable spirit urges strong steps to climb the peak of hope.
a fast and convenient information network is the way for intellectuals to come out. Hands wandering on the keyboard, manipulating the mouse, entering the rich and wonderful network world. Go to the official website to check the state affairs, communicate the inner world with instant messaging, and solve the lovesickness with video. The distance between people has become smaller because of the network, and everyone's hearts have become more attached.
The road of deep affection and honey is the road that couples come out of hand in hand. The dream of growing old together is leading them forward. Faithful love is a street lamp in front of them, emitting a soft light, which is scattered on the road that everyone must pass and warms the hearts of every pair of fly with me.
The way home is the way for all people to come out. Commuters go straight to their homes with anxious to return's impulse, and wanderers in other places rush to their homes regardless of the hard work of sleeping in the wind and sleeping in the rain. Lovely home is always our destination, the warmest reliance and the safest haven.
The road is made by people. No matter what kind of heart and way you use, as long as you bravely take the first step and open up everything with hope, the road will always stay by your side quietly, allowing you to lead to a bright future and pay the endless love and hope for the world without regrets. Road topic composition 3
A love spilled all over the road; A road full of success; A road with no exit; Roads, all kinds, crisscross traffic, like a world-class maze, where people have roads.
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When someone is born, her parents pave the way for her growth, so her life will be bright, but lifeless; Others, whose parents don't help her pave the way, just teach her to pave the way for herself, so her growth path, though bumpy, is colorful and full of challenges.
pave the way for yourself!
People should learn to pave their own way, paving their own way with their own hands; Use your own feet and go your own way.
I remember when I was ten years old, I was very lively and curious about everything every day. Once, I heard a good friend say that there is a bird's nest in the tree and there are eggs in the bird's nest. I thought it was fun, so I wanted to go to the tree to find out, and then I climbed up the tree alone to dig out the eggs. Unexpectedly, my foot slipped and rolled down from the tree, and my arm scratched, and my blood was dripping. But my mother and they were not around, so I had to endure the pain and walk home slowly. When I got home, I didn't seem to want to cry, but I was very happy because I paved a strong road for myself.
she paved the way for me.
In life, people should help each other.
She paved a road to the other shore for me with love.
once, I was very embarrassed. it was her who solved my embarrassment with love. At that time, we went out to play together. However, my bicycle was on the way, and suddenly the tire was punctured by something. The other people immediately became sarcastic, only he came over and held my hand and said in my ear, it doesn't matter. Without the bicycle, we can walk. Say that finish, put her own bike aside, and we smiled and walked this road paved with love and friendship.
pave the road with your heart and walk with your heart, and all roads lead to Rome.
Go your own way and let others talk! Road topic composition 4
There is no road in the world, and more people walk, so it becomes a road; There should have been someone on the road, and fewer people left, which is not the road.
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This is a winding path, long and thin. Walking on the road is a bit awkward. It is paved with green slate and cement alternately. There are sparse creepers on the wall, and there is blue-black moss on the crosswalk next to it. The bolt on the window has already rusted, and several large cobwebs have gathered on the window frame. Dewdrops are dripping on the eaves, and yellow leaves on a dead wood are also floating in the wind.
I sat at my desk and stared at the path. Through the window, I saw the parents on the road hurrying along with their children. Where are they taking their children? I am really puzzled, and I am caught in endless memories.
It was more than ten years ago that this path was a paradise where we played. The street was full of children, big and small. Everyone played in a variety of ways. Some children jumped left and right on the bricks on the ground like a flexible little sparrow. Some children are playing hide and seek; There are some children playing marbles on the ground ... I remember my classmate Zhao Xiaole best. He plays marbles very well, and I'm not bad. We just play together. When I aim at his marbles, his little blue is out of bounds. Little blue is his general. He doesn't panic, but he is as cool as a cucumber. I accidentally killed me. I broke away from my memories and returned to reality. This road was deserted without excitement.
This kind of excitement can only appear in dreams. Nowadays, children are sent to remedial classes and kept at home to do their homework. How can they have time to play on the road? The road can be so lonely and lonely ... I hope the students can get out of the sea of books and come to the path and have a good time. Road topic composition 5
The sky was gray, and the dark clouds gathered together. The rain pattered on the buttonwood trees on the roadside. Cars shuttled back and forth, splashing more than a foot high, and the windshield wiper in front of the car kept swinging ...
I was riding my bike alone on my way home, and the rain fell mercilessly on the umbrella surface. The wind seemed to blow the umbrella to the sky, which was heavy.
it rains harder and the wind blows more recklessly. The clothes were gradually beaten through, the rain slid down my cheeks, and my hair stuck to my face uninhibited. The head-on wind blew and the coolness spread all over my body, so I couldn't help shivering.
I feel inexplicably unhappy and ask myself: Is it a complaint that my parents didn't come to pick me up? But in rainy days, I always go by myself, and I get used to it. I don't hold any idea that my parents will pick me up. That's an aversion to wind and rain, to cold? But it's natural, and I can't control it ...
It's raining all the time, and the street lamps are gradually lighting up. When I cross one intersection after another, my fingers gradually become cold and numb, as if I lost consciousness, only holding the umbrella and handlebar.
My mood is getting lower and lower. The wind seems to blow dry the wet clothes, and the coolness runs through everything from my teeth to my toes. I am extremely confused. I don't feel that tears are falling from the corner of my eyes, mixing with the meeting, and opening my mouth slightly ...
"No!" I blinked hard and squeezed the tears that blurred my vision out of my eyes to distinguish my way forward.
From a distance, I saw that light, yellow and warm, and my consciousness made me move forward quickly ... I opened the door, and the soft light shone on the cooked food on the table, and a pile of clothes was quietly placed beside the bed. "Come back, change your clothes quickly and have a meal." Mother came out of the kitchen, softly. "What did you cook today?" My voice is still clear, dry the rain and mixed tears, I smiled and my heart gradually warmed up.
Be aware of yourself, there are too many roads to go by yourself. Road topic composition 6
The actors on the stage and the audience under the stage are silent. Occasionally, some people who are unwilling to give up want to get their seats back, but they can't know the platform of another road along the reinforced concrete road.
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When asked "Do you want to restore the old life", I actually said "no" firmly. I love those cornices, pavilions, high crowns and broad belts, but as long as a light tap water can make those loves collapse. How can a child who grew up drinking chemical soda give up those boring but real conveniences?
besides, there are not only flowers on that road. There are also those bloody words written on paper, which have the fact that reading them will scare children to cry. The meaning of "ancient" is not that such words as "noble" and "elegant" can be generalized. Under a Chinese robe, there may be countless talented people and beautiful women with red makeup and white sleeves, who are hopelessly silent on the absurd road.
So we gave up, walked on the comfortable road, and talked about the hopeless vision safely. Looking forward to those: the long and glorious road with decay.
It's the clank of jade all the way down the steps of temples and halls for nine days, it's the proud singing of the remaining saints in the reinforced concrete that is no longer worshipped, and it's the futile pursuit of clouds from the beginning of the ending.
we really live in a boring moment. No matter how beautiful the clothes are, there may be the same figure on the opposite road, and no matter how delicious the food is, the store that passes a corner may have a similar taste. What you can see is repetition, just like a world made up of countless copies and pastes.
Humans gradually cut off roads and were filled with faster speed, more convenient life, more shops and more brands.
there seems to be no one on the empty mountain.
Only some nostalgic people are left, making a final look back, looking back at the mottled road that has passed away.
Like a lonely lamp that keeps burning in endless nights, it is hard to tell whether it is cold or not even if it is stubborn, even if it is about to be submerged in doubt behind it-huge, final, eternal flood. Road topic composition 7
It is you who make me have a tolerant heart to treat others; It is you who taught me to live; It is you who fill my heart with love. You are like a loving mother, feeding me to grow up; You are like my teacher. Whenever I make mistakes, you always let me find my lost self. You are the Education of Love.
The Education of Love describes in the form of a diary what happened to an Italian fourth-grade student in ten months. I think no matter which chapter or section in the book, the essence of "love" is deeply and incisively expressed. There is the love of the country and the nation, and the love of parents, teachers and friends, which is gripping and touching everywhere.
Maybe someone will say, "It's just some diaries. Is it really that good?" Then you are all wet. Now I'm going to share one of the stories with you-reprimand: One day, the hero of the story, Amrico, quarreled with Coretti. Because Coretti accidentally touched me, my composition book was dirty, so I gave Coretti a heavy push unexpectedly and intentionally. I was very angry when I saw Colette. He asked me to wait for him on the road after school. "I" am not afraid of him, just wait. After school, "I" waited for him on the road with a triangle. But to my surprise, Coretti actually came to apologize to me. At that moment, I blushed. Yes! What a happy cloud it is to endure the temporary anger!
look! This is just a small story in The Education of Love, but it has taught me tolerance. I have read all the stories in this book, and every time I finish reading a story, it always makes me suddenly enlightened. Here, I sincerely say: "Education of Love", it's good to have you along the way! Road topic composition 8
The road of life is full of unknown challenges and magnificence. Some people are obsessed with the beautiful scenery on the road and go astray; Some people can't find the path, and they are at a loss and waste their lives; Some people cling to a dead end and are stubborn and inflexible.
I used to be, just like the second kind of person, I didn't know the real pursuit of life, and I wandered along the road. Facing all kinds of complicated world, I am at a loss and I am at a loss. At that time, my grades plummeted like a meteorite. I didn't want to communicate with others and closed myself up. I didn't get out of the shadows until I really learned the deeds of countless outstanding talents.
"If you are poor, you will gain strength, and you will not fall into the blue sky." In an Atlanta Olympic Games, devers, a terminally ill patient, won the gold medal in women's 1-meter running. Devers's road to life can also be described as full of thorns, but instead of passive sinking, she worked harder and ended up with amazing perseverance.