Walking Alone

Essay 1: "Walking alone on the road" 1000 words

Perhaps many people have had the experience of walking alone, what kind of mood is that? Looking around the beautiful scenery, but I do not have the slightest desire to appreciate the idea, with footsteps measuring the path outside the campus, the heart in addition to thinking or thinking.　　　Some people say that I am too mature, this age should be happy, where there will be worries and troubles? They let me learn to let go and be free, I also want that, but that kind of realm and how unattainable ah.　　　I don't like to communicate with people, I like to solve all things alone, I don't want to get anyone's help, because in my opinion, their help may be a kind of mockery and disdain. Therefore, in the face of their enthusiastic help, I chose to refuse. However, too many worries did make me a bit overwhelmed. The first monthly examination was over, my results were not proportional to my efforts, and I was very sad and upset. I didn't know why God was so unfair, I had put in so much effort, but the result was so bad. What should I do? Should I continue to work harder? Outside the campus of the path printed with my sad footprints, the sky is drizzling, I did not bring rain gear, let the rain flow down my cheeks, if the rain can flow to my heart would be better, so I can really do to let go.　　　The rain continues to fall endlessly, my mood is also like the weather, I do not know when the sun in my heart can rise. Recently, it is really bad luck, has always been and my good desk and I have conflicts, maybe I have a fault, but I do not have the mood to admit fault to her, why can't she generously tolerate me? Why can't she be generous enough to forgive me? Can't real friends tolerate each other's mistakes? I roared hysterically in my heart, but there was no response, perhaps no one is willing to listen to me. I had to pour out these troubles to this lonely path.　　　Walking alone on the road, feeling lonely and sad. The wind caresses my face, and I feel that it is mockery and sarcasm, and the rain hits my cheeks, and I feel that it is criticism and sarcasm. My world has been bleak, when will I see the dawn of hope?　　　Walking alone, I hoped the storm would come harder, maybe the storm could wash away all my misfortunes and give me a transformation out of my skin, so, from tomorrow onwards, I would be a happy person. Neon lights have begun to change colors on my body, the moment the lights come on, mom and dad have already prepared a delicious meal, perhaps that the brightest light is their watch, suddenly there is a trace of warmth rising in my heart.　　　Walking alone on the road, I thought a lot, perhaps, I should do a repair for my wounded heart. I can't be so negative and degenerate all the time, there will be sunshine and colors in my world. From tomorrow on, I will greet the brand new sun and be a happy, positive and sunny person!　　　■ This is a typical lyrical and beautiful article, in which the author skillfully sets up a situation and describes in detail a scene of himself walking on the road. The article combines narration and lyricism, the language is vivid, the use of anthropomorphism and metaphors and other rhetoric, increasing the vividness of the article. Lyric *** color is strong, between the lines overflowing with the author's worries, but can be well regulated, the end of the rich theme, and then sublimated the main idea.　　　(Instructor: Yan Jingxin)

Essay 2: "Walking Alone on the Road" 700 words

Walking Alone on the Road

"I miss the old days, always looking at the simple. Not understanding, not afraid, not tired?

Walking alone, quietly.

A cold wind swept by.

Looking up, the yellowed leaves have finished its short life, and have floated down from the trees, falling on the wet, cold ground.

I picked up the fallen leaves and put them gently on my hands, but I felt so heavy, so heavy.

The years will always pass, but the traces are hidden, deep, extended, just me, always will not stay a trace of indifference, fading memory. The passing, is my heart. It is so wandering, is so confused.　　　Wind, washing my soul. At this time, the heart, in the melt, evoking my memory of the misty past.　　　I still remember, the willow under the crisp laughter.

Remember, the tender figure by the pond.

I still remember the two lines of youthful footprints on the green grass.

Remember, studying under the blue sky, telling the story of the Monkey King making trouble in the Palace of Heaven.　　　I also remember, in the countryside on the road to play, play. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.

Remember, under the sky full of mysterious colors, for the scattered stars to find their own myths.

Silently, wandering on the edge of the past, pulling my heartstrings.

Looking back, the past little by little - laughter, tears, loss, ignorance? Has been with the passage of time into memory, childhood carefree life is like a far away train, never to return.　　　"The sky is still blue, the grass is still green, and the wind is as slight as before." My thoughts go back to the past.

The sky of memory floats up the past bits and pieces, wisps and strands, swept away, erase not go, but in the heart of the print a deep trace.

A cold wind swept through, the falling leaves pulled my thoughts back.

Thinking back to the present, when my mind piano string taut too tight, when my hopes one by one fall through, when I was ostracized by students, misunderstanding, I told myself, perhaps, life is not as colorful as the dream, not as warm and romantic as the poem, but please believe that everything is just a fleeting cloud.

Tomorrow's sun / bring life / bring hope / bring a new me / goodbye / let's drum up the courage / in the sunshine / no matter whether the foot is flowers or thorns.

Walking alone, silent and still?

I can't help but look back

The neon of yesteryear has long since dimmed

Whose perplexed face is the pale sun

Why has everything become like this

Walking alone on the road

The more I walk, the more desolate it becomes

The previous year's

The tall buildings are crumbling

The smoke and dust are flying

The verdant branches are withering away

I'm walking alone

The more I walk, the more desolate I get

How can I not look back

The twilight is dark

Behind the jungle, the red dust is rolling in

How can I not look back

What's going to fall down?

What fell down and escaped in a long trail of smoke

Like the soft words of the old days

Walking alone on the road

The more I walk, the more desolate it gets

I can't help but think of the gardens in the spring of the past

What kind of flowers were so bright and colorful

They burned my eyes that wouldn't close

My lonely heart turned backward. Turning around

That's the flag of the soul beckoning in the wind

Walking alone on the road

The more I walk, the more desolate it gets

I can't help but slow down

There's a faint scent coming from behind me

How can I keep from turning around

A silhouette passes by in the sky of longing

I'm scared of what I'm going to chase

But I am bound by the longing for something else

I'm not sure what to do, but I am afraid of what to do.

But the wings of my longing are bound

A persistent sadness in my eyes

Unwilling but unstoppable

I want to call out loud

A mute hand is choking me

I want to embrace my love with all my strength

Around me

is a cloud of smoke that's more lonely than me.

Responsibility: Dajia

Essay 4: "Walking Alone on the Road" 900 Words

Walking Alone on the Road

Haixun

Walking alone on the road, I'm not lonely and isolated. I am attracted by the shore of success in front of me, I am told by the footprints behind me, and I am enriched and purified by different kinds of beautiful scenery in the process. The road, always leading me to silently enhance, gradually towards the lofty, deep, vast and broad ......

Enjoy life, enjoy life, enjoy loneliness, enjoy loneliness. I never knew what boredom was. Facing a tree, the tree will become my best companion; stooping down to a grass, the grass is especially close to me; seeing a mole cricket, I quietly observe everything I don't have on the mole cricket; hearing a bird song, I realize the pain and joy given to it by the world ......

Do not go towards the bustling place. A lot of the hustle and bustle, I saw most of the shallow, floating, blind, crowded and people cloud. On the high not on the low, rather than high and low, the high place is not cold, but also will not be compromised, and to live, like a candle general side of the forced to pretend to smile while shedding tears full of ......

A person walking on the road, look up the sky is my blue umbrella, head down to the earth everywhere is not my happy and warm home. The wind comes for me to encourage, the rain comes for me to wash the dust, the sunlight lights up my darkness, the night treasures my beautiful dream. I and all the existence of the world are zero distance, no barrier, no defense, so they are part of me, I am naturally also a part of them ......

Walking I gave my heart to all that I face, there is really no face, I simply do their own friends. I give my heart can be given to a grain of fine sand, to a small plant, to a drop of tears, to a smile ......

But I never in everyone's happy money and power transactions on the heart, not in the opportunistic play on the playground pretending to be garlic, not in the world of you and me in the world of bravado, not in the trickery of fame and fortune in the float, not in the I do not hide in the darkness of deceit, not in the surface of the scenery inside the jittery on any kind of occasion show ......

My head can be lowered for a weak life, my feet can be stopped for a panicked ants, my waist can be picked up a little sincerity, goodness and beauty of the broken, my heart can be for the The human beings under the sky can be peace and tranquility and broken, my hands can be for the world a little more bright light and blood flow ......

Walking I and the reality of a lot of people go against the grain, so I am so far empty-handed. Some say: I'm crazy. Yes, it is true that today, I am worthless in the eyes of many people. However, when most people are awakened: my madness today, in fact, is the rare wake up; my worthlessness today, in fact, is the value of the treasure, may I have long been really into the eternal world in a beam of weak light, ghostly flash in the far far away ......

However, the depths of the hearts of the people would be The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was able to see it. Just like the flowers withered, people miss the spring; trees were cut down, people began to plant trees; the river broke down, people were shocked ......

Essay 5: "Walking alone on the road" 900 words

Walking alone on the road

Tagged with: zhang ben chen

I like to walk alone, walking either briskly or sluggishly. I like to walk alone, with a light or slow step, in the happy time, or sad time, in the hustle and bustle of the road, or lonely path ......

Walking alone, watching the scenery along the way, you can be a part of the scenery, but also can be a pure spectator. I like the feeling of melting into the scenery, and I also like the real feeling of independent existence.　At this moment, the smallness of the universe, and the greatness of the small, seems to have come out in this intentional or unintentional march.

Walking alone, alone, seems lonely, but it is not.　You can communicate with everything around you without fear, without language, but with the heart of the conversation, to understand, to taste. Taste, a variety of flavors will come ......

Walking on the road, you can appreciate the charm of spring flowers, summer wood WeiweiLong, autumn moon clear, winter snow beautiful.

Walking on the road, you can enjoy the temperature of the sun soothing, the breeze teasing the romantic, rain drops of comfort.

Walking on the road, you can listen to the birdsong, breathe the fragrance of nature, feel the busy day, enjoy the leisure of the night.　On the road, you can also perceive the wind, frost, rain and snow of the severe immersion bone, the grass is rusty, spring, summer, autumn and winter seasons of the cycle of the ruthlessness of the year ...... In the hustle and bustle of the avenue, how many people, in order to live, in order to dream, to and fro, busy ...... In the overlapping footprints, how many pairs of feet stand in the middle, and how many pairs of feet stand in the middle. In the overlapping footprints, how many pairs of feet have stood, for the greatness of the tree next to the sky, a weak grass, for the clarity of the blue sky overhead ...... And how many feet stacked on this quiet path, there is a light, spilling full of pleasure; there is slow, stretching the leisure and relaxation; there is a heavy, heavy load of sadness; there is a slow, winding wandering indecision ......

The essence of life is not in the materialization of the consumption, but on the road to savor the true meaning!　The quality of life is not measured by wealth, but by the realization and practice of life to the verdict. Therefore, no matter how good or bad the surroundings are in the hiking of life, we should thank them for their existence, because they are the only thing that refines our iron will and enriches our journey of life, and makes us develop the heart of thanksgiving and the virtue of sensitization. So, let us all have a pair of good eyes and a good heart! Cherish life and walk well in every step of life, because this is a journey without return!　I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that!

Like to walk, like to walk alone, like the feeling of walking alone, like a person walking on the road out of the light mood, a little bit of understanding ...... then want to continue to walk, walk to the farther away, walk to the ends of the earth and the sea ......!

Essay 6: "I like to walk alone on the road" 300 words

I like to walk alone on the road, looking at the sun, like a person, more in love with a person walking. In the sun blazing life, but also in the sun piercing despair.

Don't choose the easy way, that is actually the most difficult.

The reason you feel lonely is not that no one cares about you, but that the one you care about doesn't care about you.

Give others a little time to get to know you, and also give yourself a little time to recognize others, love does not need to be too hasty.

No one can take away your pain, so don't let anyone take away your happiness.

Sometimes, only people with the same experience can comfort each other and revitalize each other.

The scenery you've seen while traveling and the dreams you had when you were young are things that no one else can take away and you can't forget.

Our greatest honor lies not in never falling, but in standing up every time we fall.

Life is all about making a new beautiful and fantastic start every day.

Don't let the misery of the past, or the worries of the future, ruin your happiness in the present.

Essay 7: "Walking Alone on the Path of Pursuit" 800 Words

On the morning of July 12, accompanied by the gloomy morning light, the pursuers and their group embarked on the next day's research road.

I traveled to Cheng Yue Wu Village Committee alone, and after more than twenty minutes of driving, I finally arrived at my destination. Compared to the Cheng Yue Village Committee, the building of Wu Village Committee looks a bit old, without a rather imposing sense of oppression, and the bricks and tiles have quite a lot of shedding, but it gives a unique sense of cordiality.

As soon as I entered the village committee, Mr. Wu, who is the deputy secretary of the village committee, was very enthusiastic to lead me into the house, where many villagers were discussing matters with the secretary, and the atmosphere was very harmonious and cordial. Upon seeing my arrival, Mr. Secretary immediately got up and extended his hand and walked towards me to shake hands with me, introducing himself very cordially and warmly and expressing his welcome to me.

After a brief introduction to each other, Mr. Deputy Secretary led me to the next room, because Mr. Secretary was busy discussing matters with the villagers, so Mr. Deputy Secretary was the first to accept my survey, Mr. Deputy Secretary, although older, but his Mandarin is very fluent and standard, which is very rare in the Leizhou area, and then we talked about the grass-roots party organization of the Wu Village. The situation, Mr. Deputy Secretary said, in the village near Wu village are all people of the Tang family name, everyone lives a very harmonious and cordial life, the party members, both the older and younger generation, are striving for progress, to do practical things for the villagers, often communicating with the villagers, not forgetting to understand the needs of the villagers at the same time as pulling the family life; although the older generation of party members do not know how to use computers, but in the new generation of party members to assist the new generation of the old are also able to complete the work and the work of the village. Agricultural technology in the village is also progressing, the Party branch has provided a place for villagers to learn about agricultural planting and breeding techniques, and some fields have even invested heavily in the adoption of preliminary automation technology, which is considered to be a very good state of agricultural development. Mr. Deputy Secretary's words are very gratifying, and there is a feeling of satisfaction with the development of the village and the expectation of the future development of the village contained in his words and speech.

Next, we talked about the reserve force of the party branch, Mr. Deputy Secretary said that the young people in the village also have a greater willingness to join the party, the party branch is also very active in the development and training of young people to become members of the party, the reserve force is very sufficient; and the village of the businessmen who have a successful villagers have also returned to the village to assist in the development and construction of the village, the contracted land for the appropriate rational use of the land, the village was once the most beautiful village, said the village is the most beautiful village, the village has been the most beautiful village. Speaking of this, Mr. Deputy Secretary was very proud and showed a very pleased smile. Indeed, there can be so many positive young generation for the party and the country's socialist cause of struggle and hard work, the older generation will naturally feel proud, will be assured that the village grass-roots party branch to them.

Written by Li Luangzhou

Essay 8: "I like to walk alone" 500 words

Blazing life in the sunshine, but also in the sunshine piercing despair. The reason you feel lonely is not that no one cares about you, but that the one you care about doesn't care about you. Give others a little time to get to know you, and give yourself a little time to get to know others, love needn't be rushed. Life is all about having a new, beautiful and fantastic start every day.

I like to walk alone on the road,

looking at the sun, like a person,