Excellent composition on the way home 1 It was on the way home, I was sitting in my father's car, and the intersection of Jiang Bin Road was blocked by a red light, alas! It won't be interesting to wait another 70 or 80 seconds. Just as I was looking around, suddenly, I found a figure shaking beside the car in front of me. I took a closer look, oh! Turned out to be a beggar. She is wearing a brown-red coat with black patches on the cuffs and collar. The whole coat looks as if it has not been washed for a long time. I saw her take out a duster, gently wipe the dust off the windshield, and then crossed her hands and begged her master for something. But the master didn't look at her. The beggar reluctantly walked to the next car, doing the same action, and his expression was even more pitiful than last time, but the owner of another car still didn't respond. The red light turned green and the car started. When I looked back, the old beggar stood shivering on the white line of the driveway.
Back home, I lay on the sofa, thinking back to the scene just now. Beggars may have good family conditions when they were young, but they didn't like studying, so they became beggars. Or when I was a child, my family was in poor condition, I didn't go to school, and I didn't have the skills to become a beggar. If I am like the first possibility, the consequences will be … but if I study hard now, I can still be saved.
On the way home, when the school bell rang, everyone rushed out of the school. In less than five minutes, the school classroom was empty, and they started their journey home, hoping to return to their warm home as soon as possible.
Walking, walking, I don't know how long I've been here, and I feel a little bored, but inadvertently, I found a golden retriever, like a unique god of gold. When I walked past her, I wanted to look back a few more times. When I went to the original place, I kept thinking about golden retriever. I was very interested in dogs.
Thinking and thinking, I feel bored, so I look around. I feel happier when I see cars coming and going, with street trees next to them and street trees on the other side.
I looked up and saw a white cloud, shaped like a boat. I really want to sit on it and go home.
Walking and thinking, I saw my home in front of me, so I ran home, ended my journey home and looked forward to my trip home tomorrow.
On the way home, we have been looking for a happy road all our lives.
Our little happiness.
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Home is a warm harbor built by our parents and a place where our hearts can rest. No matter when and where, the door of home is always open for us and always warms us.
Sometimes, we feel that our parents can't understand us, so we have a quarrel. We always wonder why our parents are so cruel to us. It is that we forget the little love in our hearts, which was built with the tears and sweat of our parents! We always remember our parents' anger, but forget our happiness and the happy road we walked together.
Perhaps, we used to take our parents' love for granted. I once read an article on the post bar: 1 year old, 2 years old ... 30 years old, parents pay for us with their little love, and we give them back. Cold eyes? Swearing? We don't know how heartbreaking this is for our parents. You know, how happy they are that they have done so much for us. I just hope we can grow up soon.
Don't forget what you once had. Cherish what you can't get. Don't give up what is yours. What has been lost is left as a memory.
The blue castle once smiled, prayed and made naive wishes. Maybe our love is not lonely, but the meteor will die one day. Cherish the little love we have now.
Every day when I get home, the lights at the door are quietly on. I can understand that this is a little love from our parents, waiting for us to carefully collect and light up our way home.
On the way home, I always pass a pond when I take a shortcut home from work. There used to be a large reed by the pond, which was full of vitality in spring, lush in summer, dancing with the wind in autumn and lonely in winter. I don't know when someone started shoveling these reeds, and I don't know when they were planted into fields by hardworking uncles and aunts in this community. Every morning, I always see my uncles and aunts watering hard, and every time I can't help but sigh: as long as I give them a piece of land, they can grow a vegetable market.
Today, as usual, I took a shortcut after work, and an aunt pulled weeds in her own field. I watched her family's vegetables grow especially green and good, so I said to my aunt at a distance, "Aunt, you are really good at growing vegetables. Your vegetables are really beautiful, and every tree looks strong! " Aunt turned and smiled and said, "The main reason is that there is no pesticide. Naturally, our hometown grows vegetables by ourselves! " "I said," I especially envy you for having the time and mind to grow such a good dish! " "Aunt smiled and lowered her head and cut some lettuce with a knife three times and two times and handed it to me. "Come, take it back for you to eat. Do you want more? " Aunt said. I am flattered. I said, "thank you, aunt, no need." You work so hard. Keep it for yourself. " Aunt smiled and said, "Yes, there are many!" "I thanked menstruation and went home with this handful of lettuce.
When I got home, I saw my sister bring back the dinner my mother cooked for me and put it on the table. I also prepared chopped green onion. I cooked lettuce and wonton that my aunt sent me just now. This simple dinner comes from the labor of two simple and lovely people.
On my way home, I swaggered along the muddy path with a heavy schoolbag on my back. The schoolbag makes a pattering sound.
Today is a gloomy and foggy day. The original colorful world seems to be covered with a veil.
It began to rain in Mao Mao, and we lined up neatly and walked out of the school gate. At first glance, it seems that huge and beautiful mushrooms are coming at us. Suddenly, I heard someone calling me. It turned out to be my angry and gentle mother at home in The Roar of Lions.
The locust trees on both sides of the road sway with the wind, making a rustling sound, and the leaves fall from time to time, as if to tell us: "Autumn is coming!"
The swallows at the door are not flying lightly, but sleeping soundly in their nests. The puppies in our hospital no longer walk leisurely, but lie lazily on the ground.
Hate mosquitoes don't wander in the shade, but diligent spiders still stick to the web.
An autumn rain, a cold. The cold season is coming.
On the way home, when the bell rang, the students jumped out of the school gate with their schoolbags on their backs. On the way home, several of our close classmates were chatting noisily. Because today is the weekend, we are very happy. Kobanawa grass seems to know our mood, waving to us happily, poplars nodding to us, birds singing crisp songs on the branches, and the shadow of willow trees becoming long and beautiful.
We played table tennis while walking. When we are tired of playing, we will rest by the side of the road. When we are thirsty, we will buy some water in the nearby canteen. I don't know which classmate suggested that we buy ice cream, and everyone agreed. After buying a lovely ice cream, I threw the skin on the ground. At this moment, a cleaner came towards us. She saw a woman in her forties, wearing very old clothes, with gray hair and a little back. She said to us, "Students, you should throw the peels into the dustbin". At this time, I confidently said to her, "You are a cleaner. This is your job. You should answer it." The students around also agreed. As soon as the voice fell, a little classmate in grade two came. He picked up the leather we threw and threw it into the dustbin. He said to the cleaner, "Grandma, you have worked hard!" " ! The cleaner turned to us and said, "classmates, are you in the fourth grade?" Are you ashamed? Not even a junior in Grade Two. Is this stipulated in your student plan? Is this how you treat the fruits of other people's labor arbitrarily? " We are so ashamed that we can't wait to find a hole to get into.
On the way home, I was depressed. My ears turn red when I think about it. Although this is a small matter, it is a big deal for me. This incident has deeply educated me. We should respect the fruits of others' labor and know how to cherish the surrounding environment. The environment depends on everyone, and we primary school students should start from small things, starting from me.
On my way home, I walked many roads, including busy roads, winding paths and paths in the middle of the house. My favorite road is the one that comes home from school.
On the way home from school, there were car horns, beautiful songs of birds, and the noise of stationery stores, snack bars and toy stores.
Although I am the only one after school, I can play my own games. The name of this game is: Skip the danger. There are colored floors on the ground, red is magma, blue is iceberg, yellow is debris flow, brown is disaster area, only green is the safety area, and one * * * has three lives. Except for the half-life in the disaster area, everything else is a life. If I lose too much blood, I will be punished for eating less.
Occasionally, you can get to know your classmates, and if you have a good relationship, you can chat. When I'm unlucky, I may meet someone who bears a grudge against me. For example, the other day, I met my biggest enemy. I tried to avoid him and stared at him secretly, but he kept pestering me. He followed me all the way, spit on me all the way, and finally angered me. I saw that I was almost home, so I gave him a good beating, made a face in front of him at the speed of the wind and ran home. Finally ran home, I am glad: fortunately, he ran slower than me, haha!
After school, the snack bar next to me always asks me to buy it, as if to say, "don't you love me the most?" Come on. " Fortunately, I still have a firm heart. I passed several houses in a row and didn't go in, but at the last one, I finally couldn't help it and flew in.
This road has carried my joys and sorrows for so many years. It watched me grow up day by day. Every inch of this road is an old friend who accompanied me home. It keeps me away from boredom on my way home from school, so I like it.
On my way home, I finished my day's class after school and walked on my way home. Thinking that there was no wonderful TV series last night, I can continue to watch it today, thinking about the dinner cooked by my mother at night, and of course thinking about whether to do my homework or watch TV first. It can be said that it is painful and happy.
On the way home from school, you don't have to face endless knowledge and problems in the classroom, and you don't have to be full of expectations and high hopes for your parents at home. It's a bit like stealing for a long time, and you can enjoy your own unconstrained style. I can look at pedestrians in a hurry on the road and guess their mood.
Look, the elder sister in front looks at her watch while walking, as if there is something urgent. At this moment, she couldn't see how beautiful the flowers in the roadside garden were. The little brother over there pointed to the toys in the store and cried and made trouble, but he couldn't see the heavy package and tired expression on his mother's hand. Not far away, two children helped an old woman to cross the road slowly. I saw the bright smiles on their faces.
Pedestrians on the road have different shapes, and they can't help imagining themselves in the future. Is my sister worried, or is she overwhelmed by the heavy life like that young mother? I always hope that I can always be as energetic and kind as those two children.
I like a sentence very much, not because life is beautiful, but because life is beautiful after laughing. Laughing and cursing are all life, and the most beautiful thing is nothing else. Cheer up and end this short journey.
On the way home, I always keep silent with my father because of some small things.
I didn't call home this week. I thought: am I getting farther and farther away from home?
On Friday, my father appeared at the door of the classroom as usual, and so did my mother. Shouldn't she go to the dormitory?
I put on my schoolbag and didn't even say hello to my parents, so I walked to the school gate without looking back ... "Where is the car?" I look back. "Walk home." Father said with a smile. "Well, I still carry a bag in front of them.
Walking on my way home, I was a little at a loss. I missed too many scenery before! Look at that peach tree, how lush it is; Look at the sunset, how dazzling; Look at the sky, how far-reaching! Waves of breeze mixed with the fragrance of the wilderness brushed my face. But I used to sit in a car, and the car almost dropped to freezing point. Only the best-selling mobile phones have such a temperature.
Suddenly I feel eager to wait for my parents, who are old. Tang Wang took their hands full of vicissitudes, and they were somewhat lonely. I turned around and found that my father had been left far away by me. The thin figure of him and his mother seems a little bleak on this extremely wide road. They can't live without me! My tears are a little uncontrollable. Floating in the wind for a while, I gave up walking in the direction of my home and turned around and went home.
Parents are a little surprised. I rushed over and held out my hand. Parents also extended their hands. I held their hands tightly, as if to link the blood of two generations. My father touched the back of my head and said, "Son, you have finally come home!" " "
Our family chatted hand in hand and walked step by step to "home", although there is still a long way to go.
I don't think so. I feel that my heart has gone home. As long as home is still there, home is everywhere, and it is the destination of our hearts.