Road composition 450 words 1 In our life, it is a road, but we will encounter many roads in our life, which may be a wide road in the city, a narrow dirt road in the country, or a road to finish this life.
This is a main road from the countryside to the bustling city. Cars and pedestrians come and go. An old woman looked around on crutches. A young man is talking with the other end of the phone about what happened in the past few days. Several innocent and lovely children are running on the sidewalk by the roadside. I was walking on the road, chatting with my friends. Suddenly feel how selfless this road is! It is only composed of a few pebbles, but it can bear the weight of millions or even tens of thousands of kilograms, and it can also closely connect rural areas with big cities. How wonderful!
This is a path in the bushes. If you look at it with your eyes alone, you can't see anything special, but you can see it by opening your branches and leaves like a star holding the moon. Did you hide something so deep? Go straight along this road and you will find something wonderful. Small insects are telling a series of jokes. At the end, what you see is a large sea of flowers, a large red sea of flowers! Why is such a beautiful place not known to everyone? Maybe it was God? Want to enjoy it alone! After all, it is really beautiful!
Road, life is everywhere, what is the road you are most familiar with?
The road composition is 450 words, two words long. I'll go up and down to find it!
It's a long road, Xiu Yuan, a sea of people, stormy, and confused thoughts, which are above memories and imagination.
Six years.
A lush path, accompanied by, finished primary school time. A few gentle laughter filled the whole tree-lined path; Cheerful silhouette, roaring and flying. The children are full of fighting spirit. Riding and running have to fight to the death. Perhaps in order to win others' laughter, he deliberately threw himself into the wheat field by bike, causing a burst of laughter from the roadside people. In the rain, two barefoot, stepping on other people's footprints, trudging hard. Holding two mud shoes in his hand, he took off his poncho. At this time, he did not forget to play with his companions. Standing at one end of this road, I feel that this road will never end, and there will never be an end in sight.
Yesterday.
I came to this tree-lined path on purpose. It was quiet, warm and unforgettable. Scenes are still showing in my mind, laughter is still ringing in my ears, and I seem to see those beating backs.
Two years.
Three cars are driving side by side, moving fast, with traffic, flute, Kan Kan and voices coming and going. A childlike innocence gradually faded away, leaving only the discussion of peers on the road. A beating silhouette, still roaring and flying. Stop chasing, just to win time. Standing at one end of the road, there is still no end in sight, but I don't feel tired at all, but that is not a good experience. What hangs in the ear is not laughter, but the earnest entrustment of parents. This road is accompanied by a heavy gap, and it is difficult to extend into the distance.
I cried with the sound. When I was restless, broke free and finally fell to the ground, I began to see this long road of life.
Childhood paths are always so interesting, jumping to appreciate the ups and downs of distant mountains and running rivers. I always pester my mother to take a bath in warm spring and pick wild flowers on the roadside. I always like to laugh, play and chase with my friends just for a beautiful floral coat.
Until one day, I looked up at the front and suddenly felt that I was going to grow up. At the foot of the road is very narrow, winding, continuous extension, so the noise of the past dispersed, and my parents disappeared from me. Everything becomes dim. I stood alone in the secluded path under the sky, "and I cried alone."
Looking back on the past, if I hope my hometown will disappear, my parents will appear and disappear, and noisy laughter will linger on the road. When I tried to wake myself up, I found that everything had disappeared, leaving only a series of footprints engraved in my heart.
I finally jerked back and took a difficult step.
The road is full of potholes and thorns, which means mire and abyss. I have faced difficult choices at the fork in the road more than once. Once upon a time, the poet Li Bai deeply felt that "the Tao is difficult to pass through, and it is difficult to go to the sky", and also appreciated the philosophical connotation of Mr. Lu Xun's "There is no way in the world, and there are many people who can make it".
Road, in this endless extension, but I am still looking for my own road.
A path winds out of the village entrance. It passes through the gurgling stream, bypasses the fragrant fields, passes through the green bamboo forest, stretches, stretches ... This path is very narrow. When villagers meet people carrying things on the road, they all pass by. Although the road is small, it is the link between the village and the outside world. Along it, many news entered this ancient village. ...
When I was a child, my friends often sat on the big stone slab at the entrance of the village and argued about where this path led. It is difficult for them to reach a consistent conclusion. For this reason, we often hurt each other. Whenever my friends ask me to express my opinion, I always say, I'll tell you when I'm done with this road.
Finally, curiosity drove me to walk quietly along the path, and I came to the town! The roads here have become spacious. The spacious road extends into the distance again. ...
I stood on the side of the road, worried: Road, where does it lead?
After school, the teacher told us in class that all roads in the world are connected! Naive I asked: So, starting from our village, we can reach all the places? ! The teacher smiled and touched my head. I announced loudly: I want to travel all the roads in the world! The students applauded me warmly. ...
Last year, I went to the county to study along the path outside the village and along the main road in the town. The roads in the county have become wider asphalt roads.
..... Now, I want to tell my friends: How wide is the road of life; The road of life is so long. Guys, let's work hard!
Road composition 450 words 5 fingers across the last page, put down the book, taste a fragrant tea, the camel is still the same.
Three camels brought Xiangzi the future and also brought him destruction. Xiangzi's fate seems to tell us that the greatest sorrow of mankind is not poverty, but hopelessness.
Xiangzi, people around you say that monks should ring the bell once a day, and every day is a day.
But Xiangzi is different. He pursues his dream, and he insists that he would rather suffer more than get everything he wants. He would rather take more risks and earn more money. So he keeps pursuing his life and happiness, but the blow of life has drowned him a little. His efforts, like being bitten by termites, are being annihilated bit by bit.
He struggles, he works hard, and the extremes of this society are doomed to make it impossible to survive and succeed. The ups and downs of Xiangzi's life can't help but make me sigh at the ingenuity of nature. The passage of time brought despair, and Xiangzi moved from kindness and hard work to malice and cunning step by step. Just like those people he looked down upon at the beginning. He also changed from an idealist at the beginning to a degenerate at the end, and became a walking corpse. Everything is for the word "alive". This is just as Mr. Lao She said: "Since we can't go our own way, we have to admit that others are doing the right thing." Xiangzi thus admitted what others had done, and his dream was shattered and irreparable!
The camel is still there. Is Xiangzi here?
I yearn for snails and even envy turtles, because I envy them for leaving footprints on the long road. That muddy mark means that they have been here before. They have experienced wind and rain, shouldered heavy burdens and tried to climb forward. The breeze brushed the marks they climbed, full of vicissitudes.
I am sitting in a carriage named time and walking on the road named life. The road behind me is called the past, the road under my feet is called the present and the road ahead is called the future. The whip blew gently, and the carriage drove slowly forward, full of my bags, leaving a deep mark behind me. Although the wind and sand buried my footprints, at least after many years, I can proudly say that I have been here: I have gone from the distant end to the long-awaited step by step.
The wind of the years is blowing gently, and I remember that it once sounded the bell of the Tang Dynasty, and it also urged Tang Priest and them to move forward. The old traces that have been blurred under your feet will not disappear because of the long time, but will be deeply deposited in your heart.
I don't want to climb the peak with Li Rong's help, because I easily fall to pieces when I am condescending. Let's be a snail and crawl slowly with a heavy body. Finally, I should be able to stand under the deep blue sky with my own footprints and shout: Long live walking!
I left a precious footprint, and when I went through vicissitudes and lost all my teeth, I can still proudly point to my back: that's my footprint.
Postscript: If someone asks me: Do you regret all your efforts? I will not hesitate to say: no, that is the power of heaven.
Road composition 450 words 7 "In fact, there is no road in the world, and more people walk, it becomes a road." We should rely on our down-to-earth achievements in life. The road is made by everyone, and it is made by ourselves, so it is valuable-this is my understanding. The road is ordinary, but it has made us. If there were no bumps on the road, we would not have succeeded. There are not only bumps on the road, but also beautiful things, just like a picture scroll displayed in front of you, whether walking or staying between thoughts. Leave, maybe you will have greater achievements; Stay, maybe you will always be ordinary.
There are many forks in the road, maybe the front is desperate, maybe the front is safe. If you are blind, you can't turn back. In learning, just like walking, learning or not learning is a fork in the road, and the level of achievement is bumpy. Some things attract you and keep you from making progress, which is a beautiful temptation on the road. Maybe people subconsciously hope that the road they have traveled is smooth sailing, but is it meaningful?
Looking back at the road you have traveled, will you feel real, exciting and cherished? Because of the twists and turns on the road, we have been tempered and reborn. Those bulges are like organs in our bodies, and they are indispensable.
The length of the road is far or near, depending on how much you can bear and whether your perseverance is strong or not. No matter you are a great man or an ordinary person, you will go further as long as you have rich experience, knowledge and perseverance.
A path winds out of the village entrance. It passes through the gurgling stream, bypasses the fragrant fields, passes through the green bamboo forest, stretches, stretches. ...
This road is very narrow. When villagers meet people carrying things on the road, they all pass by. Although the road is small, it is the link between the village and the outside world. Along it, many news entered this ancient village. ...
When I was a child, my friends often sat on the big stone slab at the entrance of the village and argued about where this path led. It is difficult for them to reach a consistent conclusion. For this reason, we often hurt each other. Whenever my friends ask me to express my opinion, I always say, I'll tell you when I'm done with this road.
Finally, curiosity drove me to walk quietly along the path, and I came to the town! The roads here have become spacious. The spacious road extends into the distance again. ...
I stood on the side of the road, worried: Road, where does it lead?
After school, the teacher told us in class that all roads in the world are connected! Naive I asked: So, starting from our village, we can reach all the places? ! The teacher smiled and touched my head. I announced loudly: I want to travel all the roads in the world! The students applauded me warmly. ...
Last year, I went to the county to study along the path outside the village and along the main road in the town. The roads in the county have become wider asphalt roads.
..... Now, I want to tell my friends: How wide is the road of life; The road of life is so long. Guys, let's work hard!
The night is like fire, and the corn field in front of me seems to have cracked a crack. The moonlight scattered around and suddenly a path appeared.
Farm road, a path in the field
The moon shines silently with silver. The fields in the country are full of corn, but there is a huge crack in front of us-the country road. Walking on the road, the crops on the side brought the fragrance of grains and the chirping of cicadas, which made the night quieter. The flickering fireflies also added a bit of mystery to this field path.
The path in the field is simple and mysterious.
avenue
The sun is shining, and thousands of rays of sunshine are shining on the earth, but a road is hidden behind the poplar trees. Dense tree trunks, blocking how much sunshine, breeze blowing, swaying trees, projected on the flat and clean concrete floor. The road continues to extend into the distance, as if the end is connected with the sky.
The tree-lined road is shrouded in peace.
Shicheng road
Cars are running around on the road, shuttling back and forth, with red, yellow and green lights flashing on them, and the gray and white zebra crossing is silent. On the sidewalk, several thin saplings stand upright, which is out of place with this spectacular asphalt road. Thousands of roads crisscross like a giant spider web, covering the whole city.
The fast-paced life makes the roads in the city tense and lively.
The path in the field is quiet and reveals a mystery, the tree-lined road is quiet and cool, and the urban road is a tense and fast-paced life.
The destination of each road is different, and the scenery is naturally different. No matter what road you choose, you can look at the beautiful scenery with your heart.
Road composition 450 words 10 There is a dense path by the river. The tall reeds hugged it tightly. There is no sunshine, no one, and occasionally birds fly by, just fleeting. Quiet and loneliness are still the theme of its life.
Few people patronize. Occasionally, a few voles swaggered by, covered with vicissitudes of life and printed with a few messy footprints. Should be happy, isn't it? Whether it's spring or autumn. Rain or shine, flowers and plants will always share joys and sorrows with it, insect bands will always accompany it affectionately, and a few light and refreshing wildflowers are its brilliant ornaments. However, no one understands its constant sigh. ...
Its life gradually fades away in dullness, and the years are like streams. Whenever the big brother in the distance proudly lights a million lights, he even feels tired. The groan of pain is always secretly painful: this is probably my sorrow!
Wildflowers are lost season after season, reeds wither one after another, but this quiet road never seems to change ... It hopes, no, it longs for someone to find it happily, it longs for someone to know and understand itself, and it longs for itself to give people a happy paradise. There are countless flowers on its body, and the surrounding rivers are singing happily. Sometimes, it also dreams. In the dream, a pair of familiar and unfamiliar footprints stepped on it and ran happily, leaving no pain, only happiness. ...
There is a dreamy road by the river, quiet, as if thinking about something. ...
Lu Xun said: "In fact, there is no road on the ground. If there are more people walking, it will become a road." I like to walk on this road every day, and the sun shines on the ground, pulling my figure long or short. Tree-lined and hurried pedestrians on both sides of the road bathed in sunshine, and vehicles of all colors slowly passed by.
This is an ordinary road. Many people walk here every day, men and women, old and young, all on their own. Staggering pace, steady body, fallen dead branches, new buds. A lot of happiness and unhappiness spilled on this road as early as unconsciously.
People passing by here every day are different, and so am I. I can sit in the back seat of my mother's battery car and hum a little song; I can carry my schoolbag and go alone; I can also hold my parents' hands and look around; I can laugh, cry, be bored and be happy. There are so many different me.
The book says that the road full of life has sunshine, and if there is some life, there will be a sense of picture scroll, which is beautiful. After the rain clears, shops on both sides of the road will dry the clothes and quilts washed by the roadside, and occasionally vendors will set up stalls to bring the picture back to reality, adding a bit of plainness and truth.
With sunshine, everything seems to be alive. Green trees, birds and children all have a little more freedom and a little less bondage. I have been on this road for six years. It grew up with me and witnessed my happy childhood.
Mottled sunlight penetrated the branches, and I unconsciously returned to the door. Looking back at the sunshine, the school is behind me.
Road composition 450 words 12 No matter how steep the slope is, it can be conquered; No matter how smooth the road is, we must be down to earth.
It was a sunny morning and my mother and I came to the Lingshan Buddha in Wuxi. Looking around, the dense stone steps almost overwhelmed me. But my mother grinned and said, "What is this road?" He has already taken four or five steps. I also rushed to catch up. When the sun is shining, the wildflowers on the roadside give off bursts of fragrance, and groups of butterflies fly around. I smelled the flowers and played with butterflies, followed my mother's footsteps and walked step by step to the foot of the giant Buddha.
It is not difficult to go up the mountain, but it is certainly effortless to go down the mountain. Thinking of me, I will take two steps and jump. I forgot my mother's advice, as if I were a clever butterfly, dancing gently on this stone step. But it didn't last long. I don't know if it's too drunk or too careless. I didn't step on my left foot firmly and my body began to lose weight. Like rotation, it is a shaking world; Like a torrent, it is a body that falls forward. All I heard was a bang. I fell on a dog and chewed the mud. I struggled to get up, rubbing my sore ankle and bruised knee, and looking at the endless stone steps, my heart was full of regret. The fragrance of roadside wildflowers is stronger, and the dancing of butterflies is more beautiful, but I have no intention to appreciate it. My foot is hurt. How should I get down? I was so anxious that I cried. My mother sighed, helped me and limped down.
By the time it came down, it was very late. Looking back, isn't the Panshan Highway like the track of life? No matter whether the road ahead is smooth or bumpy, you need to walk slowly step by step.
Road composition 450 words 13 The road is being built in front of my house. You can hear the roar of the machine every day, and the car will be blocked for a long time every day, causing trouble to people nearby.
"Why do you want to build roads? When can it be repaired? " I asked my parents.
"What is being repaired now is the subway!" My mother said to me, "I remember when we took the subway in Beijing, it was very convenient." After the subway is repaired, we don't have to drive to Nanjing, and we don't have to wait for the bus. We are not afraid of traffic jams on the Yangtze River Bridge. How nice! "
In the evening, I go to my parents' house for dinner. We were late because of the traffic jam.
"Sorry, the road is blocked!" Mom is embarrassed to tell her father-in-law.
"I repaired the subway at my door, and the car has been blocked for a long time!" I also speak for my mother.
"It's good to repair the subway. After it is repaired, you can sit directly at your father-in-law's house from the public square after school. Your father-in-law will wait for you at the station without your mother picking you up. How convenient! " Grandpa touched my head and smiled.
"Yes, when your mother was young, we used bicycle belts everywhere, and there was no car to sit on! Take a trip to Nanjing, the bus will have to wait for half an hour, and there are many people crowded. It' s really tossing! " Grandma is also feeling, "how good it is now, driving by myself and having more buses." We can take the Yangtze River Tunnel when there is traffic jam on the bridge. When the subway is through, take the subway directly from the door to Xinjiekou, which is fast and convenient! "
"Mom, you were so poor when you were a child!" I looked at my mother sympathetically and comforted her.
My mother scraped my little nose and said with a smile, "So, you are the happy next generation!" " "