Essay on the detour of the road

The topic "detour" essay writing example Please read the following material, according to the requirements of the essay The road of life is long, who are inevitably take a detour, so if you are not able to pinch the calculations, foreknowledge, it is difficult to ensure that not deviate from the destination, seven turns and eight around.　 Walked a detour does not matter, the key is how to treat their own detours.　 The curved road of life, are walked before knowing its curved. How should we look at the detours that others have taken.　 Topic: Please write an essay on the topic of "detours".　 Requirements: ① Self-determination, choose your own angle. ② Except for poetry, the style is not limited. ③Not less than 800 words. No plagiarism.　 Writing Guide To understand the connotation of "crooked road", do not confuse with the road of frustration, should be from the ideological understanding of the concept. The concept should be understood in terms of ideology and knowledge. It should be a straight road, but due to cognitive reasons, a detour has been made. This detour can not write the real road, should write a false detour, or write from real to false detour, such as writing students grow up in the process of detour, but also can write the learning detour, but also can write character detour and so on. Narrative essay to rewrite the process of this detour, how to go. Argumentative essays should be from the perspective of how the face of the detour should be viewed to establish the argument, to develop the argument.　　 Bend the road Wang Lili The November sky is sprinkled with rain, wet the winding road, more wet my mood.　 I sniffled and couldn't help but scrunch up my body, the drizzle hit my face, cold pain. Home is not far away, the warmth of the breath can be seen vaguely, but I hesitate to move forward ...... I am senior in high school before getting hooked on the novel, and can not stop the magic. I often secretly engage in "underground warfare" in class. I've been caught by teachers. But it's not the homeroom teacher, so it's just a matter of saying a few words.　 The most unforgettable thing is that I was caught by my dad at home last week. At that time, I put the novel in the middle of my political book again, and plunged into the world, forgetting everything.　 "There was a knock on the door. My heart clenched and I scrambled to collect my books. "Lili ......." Dad was already standing in front of me, the novel's flowery cover exposed, especially harsh. Smile on the dad's face froze, turned, turned into a face full of anger. "A classmate put it here for me, so I just flipped through it." I said, pretending as if nothing had happened. "Senior year, be serious. It's late, go to bed early." Dad said in a deep voice, turning away with his remaining anger.　 The lights went out. I lay in bed, the story with no end lingering in my mind, lingering. I stared into the dark air with both eyes, just wishing time would go faster.　 After waiting for a long time, I guessed my parents had fallen asleep, I crept up and plunged into the novel again. "Ahem," came a cough, and I perked up my ears in alert and uneasy silence. I sighed with relief and turned my head to continue. "Ba" the sound of the door opening, I turned back in panic, only to see my dad's face in the light, his bloodshot eyes open round and wide with anger. The muscles of his face twitched ...... for a long time, his eyes suddenly dimmed, the muscles loosened. "Ai--" He sighed in disappointment and turned to walk away slowly. Immediately afterward, a heartbreaking cough came from outside.　 That night was sleepless. That gaze, that blood, that coughing all made my heart ache, and I couldn't help but tear up. At that time, I was determined not to read the novel.　 The novel is not read. But my grades have fallen, a drop, today, the class teacher specially called my father.　 The rain is still cold. I stood there helplessly, not daring to go home, I didn't have the face to see my dad, I didn't dare to see my dad's disappointed look. A figure suddenly appeared in front of my house, walking this way. There was nowhere to hide, I stood helplessly, it was my dad.　 Looking closely at my dad for the first time, he was much shorter and older than I usually felt. He hunched his back and hobbled this way ......, a burst of sourness surged to my heart, or rain, or tears, blurred my vision. Only to see Dad still full of smiles, just more pale. "Dad, I--" I stuttered. "Silly girl, what person doesn't take a detour in his life. Wrong, turn back is good, how can not go home?" Dad laughed ...... Yes. Which person can not take a detour in his life? It's just that some people realize it, turn back, and go on the straight road again. And some people are bent out of control and lose themselves. Bend the road He smiled Outside the car window, the sun baking the earth, the car driving in the dry cracked asphalt, the large road only left the dust flying scene. The crops in the fields were vaguely neatly arranged. Eyes staring out of the window, but what came to my mind was the newly bought designer sneakers, the new MP4 ...... of my classmates. In order to have an MP4, I tried to weave seamless lies in my mind, which seemed to become a habit. Thus, on this road home, I missed too many familiar sights along the way.　 Back home, the sky is already dark, after dinner, after a day of hard work, my father lit a cigarette and smoked it carelessly, a roll of white smoke slowly rising into the air, talking about my father's fatigue. Mother skillfully cleaned up the dishes, the fierce clash of dishes merged into an incomplete piece of music. "Dad, the school is charging two hundred dollars for tuition." My words broke the harmony. My father was speechless, only clamping the cigarette between his index fingers tighter, his brow furrowed, and the white smoke coming out of his mouth grew thicker and thicker. Mother slowed down the speed of cleaning up the dishes, time seemed to freeze at that moment. After sitting in the car for two hours, I felt very tired, yawning straight into the room, lay down on the bed and went to sleep.　 The next morning, I was awakened by a loud noise, I dragged a heavy step, open hazel eyes, to the outside of the house to see what happened. Only to see a truck parked in front of the door, two more strange people. They were weighing two mouth bags full of grain with an electronic scale. My father didn't look at the weighing scale, but stared straight at the grain on the scale, his eyes full of reluctance. This is just from the field to retrieve the new grain, condensed father half a year's hard work, suddenly sold, ultimately some reluctance. Father with trembling thin hands to buy food in the hands of two red hundred dollar bills. First of all, he twisted his hand, and then put the corner of the small piece of paper ticket between his teeth and rubbed it, and then turned the paper ticket over and over again and looked at it a few times. Finally, I borrowed the neighbor's banknote checker and checked it a few times before I put it away with peace of mind.　 In the afternoon, my father sent me to the station, before I got on the bus, my father took out two hundred dollars from his inside shirt pocket. From my father's trembling hands when I received the money, I suddenly realized when my father's hands have become so thin, a vein protrudes, the palm of the hand covered with calluses. Suddenly looked up, my father's forehead has been carved by the years a trace, looking at the money in my hands, my eyes suddenly welled up with tears.　 On the car, I put the money in the innermost pocket of the clothes, I want to keep it here forever. The car started, under the hot sun, leaving only the thin figure of my father.　 I knew that I had taken a detour on this road to school, but was glad I had found it. Sitting in the car, I looked out the window and took a big breath of my hometown air, which I wanted to bring to school. Eyes fixed on the window, not wanting to miss the scenery along the way again.　　　 Comment: Through the father's three wonderful details to show the father's love, and "I" lied for a strong contrast, write "I" a section of the school detour, vivid and evocative. The scene at the beginning and the end of the book corresponds to each other, deepening the mood.　　The detour Yu Lina Sitting at the table, I alone taste the bitter fruits of failure, looking at the paper spread on the table, reflected in the eyes is a bright red fork and miserable scores, a burst of pain in the heart, but there is nothing to be done, after all, things have happened, and then regret is in vain, think back to a few days ago their own smug look, the corners of the mouth to show a smile of bitterness. Alas! It's true that heaven's sins, can be; self-inflicted sins, can not live ah!　 There are still 4 days to go before the exam, the classroom.　 I look at the latest issue of the "King of Jokes", while watching, while letting out a strange laughter, the same table is concentrating on memorizing, does not seem to be disturbed by me at all. It's time to take the test, the teacher is very important to this test, everyone in the class is like a machine full of clockwork, turning non-stop. And I was unmoved, looking at my idle books and laughing my ass off. After I don't know how many times I bumped into my deskmate, she finally couldn't help herself. "The exam is coming, you are still here to see jokes, you have memorized all the books?" I wiped the tears of laughter from the corner of my eyes and said, "Anyway, there are still 4 days left before the exam! In a couple of days and then memorize, I'm always like this, before the exam to memorize on the line, which want to be like you guys every day to memorize." "That was before, before the book did not teach all, the test is not much, temporary clasp can still be a little useful. Now can not, a test is the whole book, just read before the exam, what is the use?" "This is a shortcut for me, how many roads less I have to travel! It's not as tiring as you guys." "Yes oh, shortcut, don't go to the end of the road to bend yourself do not know." The table mocked.　 I brushed it off and continued reading Jokes. The same table continued to playfully memorize.　 The night before the exam, at home.　 The exam is tomorrow, so school gets out early tonight. Preparing to go over history and politics tonight. I've memorized them all before, so I think I should be able to finish them quickly. I sat on my bed and memorized. But when I memorized the back, I forgot the front; I went to look at the front again, and when I remembered the front, I forgot the back. In this way, I remember fast, forget fast, and stayed up until late at night, but I couldn't stay up and fell asleep.　 Office after the announcement of the examination results.　 Because the day before the test did not sleep well, the results of the state is not good, the night before the memorization of all forgotten, the test only by their own vague impression of fabrication, the results can be imagined, the history of the examination of the class countdown.　 The school row honor roll, 300 points above the party can go up, I took the test 322 points, enough, then pulled the table to see, but I looked back and forth several times, did not find my name, I feel very puzzled.　 The history teacher talked to me and asked me how I got such a bad test and whether I had memorized carefully after class. I said, "I don't know, I memorized very carefully before the test, but once I got to the test, I forgot everything, I don't know what happened."　 "It's not that if you memorize before the exam, you'll get the score. Look at you this time, you did well on the three exams, but you couldn't get on the honor roll if you didn't pass history." So that's how it is, I kind of regretted not reading the books carefully. The teacher also said, "learning this thing, there is no shortcut to go, you think you can take a shortcut, in fact, you are taking a detour, seven turns, and finally do not know where to turn you, down-to-earth, one step at a time is true."　 I woke up, my teacher's words woke me up. Yes, the shortcut I thought I was taking was actually an endless detour, I don't know where it will take me, but it certainly won't be my goal, and what I need to do now is to straighten the path again.　 It doesn't matter if a person takes a detour, it's what they do with the detour they've taken that matters. So, I sat back down at my desk and examined the mistakes I had made, and straightened the path again. ...... Comments Use flashbacks to introduce the detours that "I" took in the process of meeting the exam, and show "I" in three times. The story is a simple and touching one, especially when it comes to the mistakes made by "me" in taking the test. The language is simple and touching, especially the language description, showing the inner world of the characters.