I was walking on a dark road. The whole street was as silent as death, with the occasional tiny little sound, each of which lifted my heart hard. My God! This day how to say change, small rain began to Niko down, I had to put my schoolbag on my head to cover the rain. Here, it was still far from home.
"Ta, ta ......"- Suddenly I heard footsteps behind myself, which was not slow and followed me closely. I was secretly surprised, afraid to meet a bad thing between the streets where the lights are out to extinguish the fire, it is hard to believe that someone wants to rob? But I am a schoolboy, what is he thinking? I cut off the nonsense, drummed up the courage to prepare in the "murderer" close to the time to come to a reverse counterattack, "1 ......2 ......3 ..." I verbalized, and in an instant, clenched my hand into a fist, turned around and hammered back hard (actually, it wasn't a hammer at all, because--), ah! It hit empty! (There's nothing there, so naturally it'll hit empty) Eh, why isn't there anyone, did I mishear? Is it ...... continue to walk in the direction of home.
Another two minutes of walking through the road, between my heart constantly in a hard jump, because between constantly have the same, the rhythm of the gentle footsteps in the sound - this dead guy, have the courage to come out to fight it alone! I thought darkly. After walking some more, the footsteps were still ringing, I finally couldn't stand it anymore, I went crazy and ran towards the passageway where there were usually the most people, thinking that with my running ability, I could still get rid of this ghostly dead guy, but the truth was not as simple as I thought, the footsteps were rushing up - he was running too? Why am I so unlucky? Trying not to run, let someone 'slaughter' (I'm exaggerating, right?).
Standing in place, the footsteps then stopped - to come ...... to come, not afraid of you! For a long time, there is no movement, is he gone? I quietly glanced behind me - ah! still no one? I rubbed my eyes with my hands, thinking that I was too sleepy with bad eyesight, and there really was no one! Much to worry about -
I walked and thought, behind me still ringing a kind of footsteps ...... footsteps! I suddenly realized what, is my footsteps well!
As a matter of fact, one should not be scared by the sound of one's own footsteps in a cold sweat, not to mention a section of footsteps should not be thinking nonsense, because the sound of footsteps and shadows so portrait of the sound or thing can be said to be one's own brother, I was scared by the sound of their own footsteps, is not the same as to their brother's a usual action to be scared to death half a dozen times?
2. Walking and looking at the same time as the theme of the essayI walk slowly on the journey of life, walking and looking, walking and thinking ......
In the hospital, a warm and neat fabric wrapped around my body. I wailed and cried, a pair of big watery eyes staring daggers at a group of adults in front of me, their eyes glistening with tears, I wondered: why are they so happy and touched?
Slowly, I grew up. I began to write, draw, and occasionally get praise from teachers. My heart was happy, and they were happier than I was. I understand that all this is the result of their painstaking efforts to teach me. I have a preliminary understanding of the family love of blood is thicker than water.
In elementary school, I met a lot of good friends. They all accompanied me "to enjoy the same blessings, have difficulties together." I saw the taste of friendship is this sweet and wonderful. They never cared about me in front of me, but every one of them supported me silently behind my back. Friendship is like a glass of lemonade with sugar. I can taste the sweetness of it, but behind the sweetness, there is still a hint of sourness. Because of them, I understand that a person needs friendship, in a world without friends, he will die of thirst. In the face of friendship, I can always laugh it off and remember the old days.
As I walk, I see the sincerity and strength of friendship.
3. Walking and watching Junior high school essay outline ideasIt can be that you take a walk after dinner, and then you see a group of children playing on the side of the road, you see them and think of the happiness of your childhood, and then compared with your current middle school complicated life, and then nostalgia for childhood, at the end of the time, your words should reflect that although childhood is carefree, but we should cherish the present, and then a brighter future. There will be a better future (the middle of the nostalgic childhood story is also best to have this theme, but do not be too obvious, just a little mention on the line)
I'm not very good at the beginning, but your beginning, it is best to have a scenic description, poetic a little, and then see the roadside children playing by people to think of the things that go into the memories.
The end should also have the beginning of the scenery and people, before and after the illumination.
I hope this can help you!
4. Seek high school 800-word essay "Singing While Walking","Tick, tick, tick, tick,......" The house was quiet, and you could even hear the footsteps of the second hand running, one by one, more and more urgently.
It was a weekend morning, and the whole city was still awake, hoping to shake off the fatigue of the week in its sleep. "The room was so quiet that you could hear the symphony of pen tips touching paper, a soft but never-ending sound.
The whole city was asleep, but I was writing under the cover of the gauze curtains and the blindingly bright white light of the desk lamp. The grayish-white mist flowed into the house through the grayish-white gauze curtains, and huge quadrangular patches of light imprinted themselves on the floor in a serene and harmonious way.
Perfect for studying. I smiled, but the movement of my pen dared not slacken.
The serenity of the atmosphere was broken by another sound, I inclined my head to trace the source of the sound, gently opened the curtains, oh, it is a little girl about seven or eight years old, short braids in the back of the head lively jumping, the tips of the hair is just right to outline a perfect arc, strands of scattered hair dancing with the wind, confidently singing an unknown song, in the early winter air in a big stride, walking very childish. Walking, very childish. I unnaturally hooked the corners of my lips, wanting to laugh at her naivety and cuteness, but inexplicably felt an emptiness in my heart, as if there was something I had rightfully discarded.
Yes! Once upon a time, we climbed the mountain of books under the teachings of parents, but forgot the happy song; once upon a time, we ran into the sea of questions under the teachings of teachers, but forgot the steps of confidence. Once upon a time, words and books have become an indispensable part of our lives; once upon a time, ink and paper have become the inexorable weight of our bags - but forgot the natural joy hidden in the depths of the heart.
Stop! Stop this long life winding mountain climbing, stop busy feet, slowly enjoy the happy scenery along the way. I want to sing as I walk, to splash the youth, sing out confidence and endless hope; I want to sing as I walk, busy running also do not forget to sing out loud, the pace will not be lost in panic; I want to sing as I walk, so that the song decorated my life, flying free to the blue sky; I want to sing as I walk, even if there is no one for me to applaud, I can applaud for themselves! I want to walk and sing, sing my future, sing my dream! Forget.
It's not just me. All the people have forgotten to confidently sing loudly, back and forth busy crowd ah, the life of the ocean is still waiting for you to sail but, please slow down your footsteps, sing loudly.
With me, hand in hand, walking and singing. I put down my pen and walked out the door with my head held high, singing and sprinkling joy all the way.
This song will accompany me through a long life winding mountain road. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- caption: why are my eyes with tears? Because I love this land so much ...... Three years may not be a very long time for a person's life, but three years is more than enough to change a person's mind.
Cao Zi is three years before the border to the harvest of three fields, that year he was twenty years old, when the harvest of three fields is not this way. Cao Zi's hometown in the south of a mountainous and beautiful place, his arrival to the harvest three field brought a said to be the biggest rain in recent years, at the same time, this rain also let Cao Zi remember the small village in the south, that night, he was secretly in the quilt cried all night.
At that time, the three farms could not withstand the rain, because there was almost no concrete floor at that time, and after the rain came down, the whole farm became a quagmire, unlike now, when it is raining, you can also wear this leather shoes out. Cao Zi at that time, there is no idea just want to go home.
But the next morning, before he got up, the farm manager came to see him in person. He summarized this experience in one sentence: a warm heart is an oasis in the desert! It was on this morning that he decided to let his youth graze in the Gobi.
Cao Zi is a graduate of the Chinese language department of the teacher's college, usually like to engage in a bit of literature, but there is simply no subconscious literary atmosphere here - there is no flashing neon lights and brightly colored red wine that can stimulate their own interests. How could people here live in such an atmosphere for the rest of their lives? He often sang the song: standing in a sea of people, foreign streets, I am a lonely stranger ...... Of course this kind of song he did not sing for a long time, because with the development of the farm's economy, the farm's cultural atmosphere is also rapidly improving, the farm built a five-story elementary school building, four-story middle school building and a palace-style The farm has built a five-story elementary school building, a four-story middle school building and a palatial kindergarten, and recruited a large number of college students from various universities and colleges in the mainland. What's more important is that there is also another kind of cultural ambience here - something Cao Zi called "poplar culture". The poplar is a kind of hero tree, legend has it that this tree will not die for three thousand years, and will not fall down for three thousand years after death, and will not be immortalized for three thousand years after falling down.
This tree can survive in the desert, and it is the only plant in the desert that can be called a tree. Cao Zi first saw poplar is in the winter, a large swath, all the leaves have fallen out, the bark has been cracked, and some have even been buckled up very high very high, Cao Zi thought that are already dead trees, but when the second year, it passed by again, it was a piece of the desert only betrayal of the dim yellow a lush green.
Perhaps influenced by the poplar, Cao Zi always felt that the people of this farm have a heroic atmosphere of the poplar, with this temperament, they created a miracle on the edge of the Taklamakan: thirty years ago, this is a piece of the desert between the poplar, but today, this has become "China's long-staple cotton township", the farm produces "Feng Hai", "Feng Hai", "Long-staple cotton", "Long-staple cotton", "Long-staple cotton", "Long-staple cotton", "Long-staple cotton". The "Fenghai" brand of cotton produced by the farm is one of the top ten agricultural brands in the autonomous region; here is also the "hometown of China's red earth grapes", 10,000 acres of drip-irrigated red earth grapes is a real oasis in the desert, "red earth grapes" are exported to domestic and foreign markets; here is also the "hometown of China's red earth grapes". "Red Earth Grapes" are exported both at home and abroad; here is also the "Hometown of Chinese Rutabaga" ...... Here, the "poplar culture" allows Cao Zi to find his own subconscious culture, the roots of which are melted in this culture. The "poplar culture" here allowed Cao Zi to find his own subconscious cultural roots, fused in this culture, Cao Zi also took the language education here to the whole of Xinjiang, and even the country! He felt that he was truly a part of the "poplar culture"! Walking on the asphalt road with buildings lined up on both sides, Cao Zi learned to sing "We are a good place in Xinjiang", but more often than not, he sang "We are a good place in Sanchang"! He used to chant "although...
5. 5th grade Su Zu Zi version of the language book exercise 2 think about how to write a writing essayOne day, I put the new camera around my neck, happy to go out to take pictures, in order to the activities of the school celebration, I was looking for that theme: littering is bad behavior! Suddenly, a soda can came crashing down on me, and I dodged so nimbly that I almost got hit.
I looked angrily at the guy littering the bottle and said, "What are you doing, it's dangerous!" The guy twisted his body and said, "Mind your own business!" I got even angrier and watched as he was about to throw another paper ball, I suddenly grabbed my camera and turned the lens on him, and the moment he threw something, I caught him in the act and sent it off to school. I took out the digital camera that my dad had given me on my birthday, hung it carefully around my neck, and walked out of the house with it on my end.
Intended to go out today and look around and take pictures. Walking on the sidewalk, I always think of something to shoot.
I walked around and looked at what was new, but just have not been able to find anything valuable to shoot. Walking, unknowingly walked to the square.
Just walked to the entrance of the square, they found a small child in front of the public morality: standing on the side of the square, holding the hand of the watermelon, while eating and throwing to the distance. Look, there is a morning exercise in the old man stepped in the watermelon rind, sitting on the ground.
"Ouch!" I was about to grab my camera to capture the shot when I realized that I had also stepped on a watermelon rind. "Ouch, that hurts!" When I was sitting on the watermelon rind and crying, I suddenly realized that the child who threw the watermelon rind was just about to leave after eating the watermelon, and immediately stepped on his own watermelon rind, so I really had to eat my own fruit.
OK, I'm going to take a picture! I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to do it. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on the watermelon rinds.
6. Out of the photos taken on a trip to write essays 200 wordsTurning the album, I saw a photo of my father holding me, the background is very beautiful, there is a green meadow, pale pine trees.
I remember that this is a photo taken when I was in my first class, when our family and colleagues from my dad's unit went to Yanzhi Mountain in Shandan to play. On the way to Yanzhi Mountain, due to the repair of the road is particularly bad, the car is very bumpy, I was a little carsick. I thought to myself that the place I was going to wouldn't be that beautiful. But when I got there, I realized that the air in Yanzhi Mountain is very fresh, blue sky, green grass, white sheep, and flocks of beautiful butterflies, forming a beautiful landscape.
We couldn't wait to enjoy the beauty of the place and play on the grass, forgetting the fatigue of the journey. Colleagues from my dad's unit took out their cameras to take pictures, and my mom took this unforgettable photo of me and my dad. Then we went to climb the mountain, although a little tired, but looking at the beauty of the place do not feel tired, we walk and play, from time to time there are butterflies around us around, as if in the welcome to our arrival. Finally we climbed to the top of the mountain, I saw in the middle of the two boulders grew a tall pine tree, dad told me, this pine tree called "Yanji pine", Yanji Mountain is because of this pine tree and named.
The weather inside the mountain changed, and the clear sky became cloudy in the blink of an eye. Seeing that the sky is getting darker and darker, everyone rushed down the mountain, we just went to the tent, the sky is raining heavily. Colleagues from my dad's unit also cooked mutton, and the adults started to eat the meat and drink wine, while my mom and I drank yogurt. The rain stopped after less than an hour, and we packed up and went home for fear of further rain. It was the most fun day I've ever had.
7. imitation walk a step and then walk a step to write a 600-word essay, tonight to beFor the disabled people with inconvenient legs and feet, talking and writing is certainly simple, but walking has become a very difficult thing.
In the hospital for leg rehabilitation work, they only need to move their feet out a little step, is the biggest comfort to themselves. It's hard to get started, but once you've taken that first step, it's a lot easier.
After that, patients need to carefully take the second and third steps ...... Each step requires effort on their part, and it is only when they take one solid step at a time that their legs and feet heal faster and better. From the first grade to now, we walked through the "wooden bridge" quite a lot, and in the bridge to meet the "stumbling block" is countless.
When we meet this one after another "stumbling block", will always stimulate their own due potential, make every effort to hope that it will "defeat". However, after repeated failures, and then look at the footprints left on the bridge, summarize the experience, and then step forward, waiting for you will be the joy of success.
Yes, I'm like a snail, creeping forward on a high vine. In your opinion, I may be walking leisurely, as if enjoying the scenery along the way.
In fact, it is not, you do not look at me every time "leisurely", I was in the spring in this vine crawling, I climbed slowly, but I am one step at a time. I took one step, one step, and another step, and although I was tired, I was happy because I enjoyed the process of hard work.
I step by step, step by step, and then step by step, just like what I just said, I just need to climb up step by step solidly, the future will no longer be a dream, the other side of the dream, blooming flowers.
In the blink of an eye, junior high school life is about to draw a successful conclusion, looking back on the three-year course of study, it is really all flavors, especially in the junior high school, intense learning, heavy pressure like silk wrapped around me, smothered breathless, but there is a belief that is always in my heart: one step, one step, one more step! One step? "The results of the first model are out!" The class president shouted in the class, only to see students rushing into the office, my best friend pulled my hand, "Come on, let's go take a look too." Helplessly, I followed her to the teacher's desk.
The results did come out, my ranking not only did not take off, but fell back 10, while my best friend is smooth into the Jinjin top 20, my heart suddenly depressing up, my eyes moist, I walked out of the office, looked up at the sky, cloudy, not a trace of sunshine. "It's getting closer to the midterm, what should I do?" I mumbled, "It's not too late, as long as you're willing to work hard."
My best friend patted me on the shoulder. Despite the comfort of my friends, I still feel that the future is not clear, forward? Where is it? One step! After the end of the first model, the atmosphere of learning in the class is more intense, less attention between students, more competition.
The bell rang, my friend brought a math handout, very heavy, open a look, which is full of dense labeling, "Look at it, this book first lent to you." I have a faint smile on my face.
Back home, I sat quietly in front of the desk, carefully flipping through the book, which has a detailed process of problem solving and skills, turn to the center, there is a red card: everyone looks forward to your progress, efforts! Success is just ahead! At that moment, my tears came out, I saw hope. The window is cloudy sky, but in my heart, the warm sun has shone on the earth, I want to move forward, forward! One more step ...... Before the second model came, I returned the math handout to my best friend, that handout helped me a lot, earlier some of the questions without ideas will now be solved in a different way, we are looking forward to the announcement of the results of the second model.
"The results of the second model are out!" The class president still shouted in a loud and clear voice, and we both looked at each other and smiled as we walked into the office. OMG! I had improved from 60th in my grade to 36th! I hugged my best friend with excitement and spread a big smile.
In life, we do encounter this or that frustration, in the difficulties and uncertainty behind, we are eager to have a pair of hands, support our bodies, inspire our hearts, and then we will feel endless power, prompting us to go higher and farther. Junior high school life will end, but I will always be down-to-earth every step of the way.
8. to "go forward" for the composition topic to write a 500-word essaygo forward
Just as the students of the youth, the wind is in the prime of life!
Now we are in our youth and have a great future, but now is also the key to decide whether we really have a great future.
Meng Jiao said: "Youth must be early for, can not grow young?" . Therefore, at this time, we should strive towards our own ideals. However, who can stick to the end? Youth, what a wonderful time, is encountered by most people. They can't hell the temptation of youth in the end. The Lebanese writer Kahlil Gibran put it well when he said, "Will goes with youth, diligence with the prime of life, and wisdom with old age." This is the best interpretation of human life. Therefore, now we, in order to their own great future, more should be persistent, toward their own ideal stride.
However, this road is not easy to walk, Lu Xun has this interpretation of the road, he said: "What is the road? It is from the road of the hungry place to step out of the hungry, from only the thorns of the place to open up." Thus, the road is with our own perseverance, perseverance, confidence to open up, rather than a person without ideals can open up casually.
The victories of Chen Shu and Wu Guang's revolts have been the leading peasant revolts of all times, and have served as a model for resisting oppression and seeking equality for all. Their success was made possible by their own walk, not by the great mercy of the heavens that graced them with their presence.
Here, I would like to say to everyone: "Difficulties can only frighten the cowardly lazy chestless people, the victory always belongs to the people who are brave enough to pursue their ideals."
Light is like an arrow, a flash is 16 years, 16 years of time, as if the clouds, as instantly. Cao Cao issued a "song to the wine, life geometry? Cao Cao's sentiment, lamenting the shortness of life. Therefore, we should cherish the present time, cherish every minute, every second.
Youth must be early for, can not long young man?