Write a composition on the topic of a distant station
since morning, my mother has been busy packing, and she-has to leave. Go back to that strange and cold city for me and go to work.
At about eight or nine o'clock, my aunt came downstairs, holding her baby granddaughter. The mother touched the child's face and said with a smile, "Ziqi is beautiful again!" The face is full of smiles, and there is no sadness of parting.
yes, probably because of habit. My mother seldom stays at home. As long as I can remember, her work has been transferred to other places, from our poor town to the big city that people yearn for-Guangzhou. As far as I can remember, my mother's face softened only at the moment when I got on the train.
My father said he was going to see my mother off, but her mother refused. "Why are you staying in the hospital for illness? What are you going out for? It's so hot and cold. It's no longer like the young couple who used to be very much in love. Father's eyes gradually darkened, as if, lost light.
I went out with my luggage, and my aunt rushed over. I immediately carried one thing in both hands. Early summer can only be described as cool, but now this little wind is chilling.
"Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival. Why not go back after the festival?" My aunt, who did not care about sweating, tilted her head and asked her mother. "Oh, there is something wrong with the company." Mother's tone is still cold.
There are not many people at the station. After all, it's not the rush hour to go south. I look at the station and it seems to have changed a lot.
I haven't been on a train since I was eight years old. My mother thought it was too crowded and the sleeper couldn't sleep well. In recent years, my home has also flourished. With a private car, it is more convenient, and everyone who comes back and forth uses a private car. How do you know that my father's serious illness spent most of his family's savings, and this old car love can only be given up. I know that my mother's heart is a little bit full of dislike for her father. She has no culture and no promise, but she can only add to the family.
This time my mother bought a hard seat, and my aunt advised, "Why not buy a sleeper?" My face-saving mother only smiled faintly. "There are not many people, and the hard seats can make do."
The station has really changed. The broken pieces of glass in the past have been demolished and the walls have been repainted, giving people a brand-new feeling. The tall and narrow guardrail has also been replaced by the short row now. What's wrong?
There are people who have come to bid farewell and those who are about to leave. Sitting next to them are a mother and daughter, with a mother in her fifties and a daughter in her twenties. Listening to the conversation is lingering, but it doesn't make people sick. My daughter kept stuffing things into her mother's hand, but her mother refused. After pushing and shoving for a long time, her mother barely stuffed them into the bag and complained, "Why do you still bring them?" I told you to keep it for yourself. " Even so, I still see the light rising in my eyes and the concern like water.
The car bell rang three times, the train whistle sounded, the gate opened, my aunt lifted her things and rushed forward. Catalpa jiaqi also blew kisses to her mother to say goodbye, and her mother said "goodbye". My mother and I walked slowly behind, but my aunt was in a hurry. My mother said, "There's still time, don't flash your waist."
Before getting on the bus, my mother finally turned to think of me and said in bits and pieces, "You should take good care of your father and be obedient." After listening to it for many years, I now realize that this is just perfunctory, but my mouth should be good.
Woo- My aunt asked me with concern, "Why don't you cry?" I shook my head, yes, why don't you cry? Is it time that took away the girl who loves to cry? Or did you take away some friendship?
a gust of wind blew, and a few leaves fell, and then they were swept away by the wind. I picked up a piece left over and muttered to myself, "It seems that the love between us was blown away by time in this way." In the midsummer afternoon, I walked on the road holding my aunt's hand, and my shadow was pulled long. 2. Writing a composition on the topic of a distant place
Kant said, "This universe will never be known, because human wisdom is too small." Because of this, with wisdom, the world has the desire to look far away and explore far away. The distance is full of unknowns, so human curiosity about the distance runs through the long river of history.
facing the "vast ocean" of science, Newton stood on the shoulders of giants to explore the mysteries of the world, and found gravity from the knocking of an apple on the earth. From then on, we know that it comes from distant space. In Watt's era, carriages could not accelerate the pace of people's running, and people struggled to advance to the horizon in a limited time. However, Watt's exploration of "pushing the pot lid by air" has made the steam engine push the wheel of the times to the distance. Almost only the search for distant places has brought mankind into a brand-new era. People arrive at the once unknown world again and again, and people rush to the unknown next distance again and again. Therefore, we know that the distance is far, and the distance is not far. The distance is far away, and many times we are afraid to devote our lives to it; Far away. Have you noticed that Kuafu, who was thirsty and tired, fell on the far way of chasing the sun, and Columbus set sail and crossed from one end of the earth to the other; Have you noticed that how many ancient people held up paper kites and dreamed that Dapeng spread its wings and folded its wings, and Armstrong had already flown to the earth today to explore the figure of Chang 'e Jade Rabbit? When we feel that the distance is far away, we are more glad that it is not far away. 3. Write a composition on the topic of "far away" < P > It seems that far away is always desirable.
the farther away, the more hazy and mysterious it is. That mystery often makes us fantasize: the bungalow in the distance becomes a palace, the brook in the distance becomes a river, the toughness in the distance becomes tame, and the distance covered with ice and snow becomes green soil.
Some of the worst adjectives may also be added to distant places we don't like. The vast sea is like no shore.
The mystery in the distance lures the people who live by the sea to roam the sea and engage in exploration. Conquest and plunder have added some colors to the civilization of countries hit by seawater.
When you leave the Yinghai Sea, there is the Yinghai Sea. The sea in the distance is like a banshee, charming and fierce. In the Eastern Han Dynasty, Gan Ying, a ministry of Ban Chao, wanted to cross the sea from Tiaozhi to Daqin (East Rome? ), but the vast sea seemed to be inhabited by a god of death, which interrupted his thoughts. Gan Ying's unsuccessful ambition, like Alexander's failure to cross the Indus River to the distant place he yearned for, often made me feel sorry.
the mountain is a vertical distance. Limited loftiness is infinite temptation, long silence is constant magnetic force, and the mountain is not attractive, which always makes people go to it automatically; Climbing mountains has mountains, and endless mountains have endless yearning.
This awe-inspiring distance once grinded people's fighting spirit, and made the ancient Indian nation breed pessimistic thoughts in a helpless daze. This long-distance leisure is often the comfort of people's souls.
One of the truest, best and most beautiful distant places has always made people yearn for it, and that is heaven. The longing for heaven once dominated the medieval history of the west, which made people sacrifice the happiness of the world to enter that distant place through the narrow door of God's revelation.
But no one has ever returned from heaven, so people are still longing for heaven, and it seems to be more and more beautiful. Hell is also the farthest distance, and the thought of it is like the shadow of a dark cloud before a storm, which makes us feel inexplicable fear.
Some people yearn for heaven and do good deeds, while others do good deeds for fear of going to hell. Far away, often driving people! Wake up from childhood dreams, young people have a distant future, and the distant future is a series of distant places.
everything seems so far away to him, even death is far away to him. Maybe he has nothing, but at least he has a surge of blood and courage.
Maybe he doesn't know where to go, but he has towards the distant's determination. The distance may be a vicious enemy, but he still moves forward.
there may be a storm and tide in the distance, but he still sailed forward. The distance may be like a jungle in Africa, full of death, but he still approaches.
The distance may be a desert, but the paradise is an open desert. He wants to go, go to that distance. What joy is more enviable than reaching the dreamland? -The first batch of Puritans who arrived in New England fell on their knees and thanked God for the desolation of their dreamland.
maybe he is building a paradise in the distance. Maybe he thinks his hometown is a close distance.
maybe he died in the distance. Maybe he came home from far away.
maybe he triumphed. Even if he has nothing in his hand, he still gains something in his heart: one day, he can tell others that he has been to a distant place, a desert that few people have been to! The stars in the distant sky make people think with their perennial silence.
If life is an endless steep mountain range, then living is a series of yearning and pilgrimage to distant places. Infinite distance, limited life, makes people hold on to their ambitions.
if you are in the distance and the sun is weak and weary, the atmosphere here is gloomy. You are tired and suffocated by the worldly, noisy and foolish taste of this place.
look forward to the distance, and you will go and quietly stay away from here. There are seas, mountains and forests in the distance; Your dreams are always flying in the distance.
If you are in the distance, you are independent from the traditional shadow, the sun shines on you, the mountains arch you and the Woods support you; You breathe freely and your pores are relaxed. From my hometown with melancholy, you are hiding between the foothills and streams, a town whose name can't be found on the map.
Stop crying and even cherish every sigh. You are happy to live.
the first time you wake up, you say, "Good morning, everything exists." Then drink a cup of dew to wake yourself up, then beat the bell, beat the birds and beasts in the forest, and beat the people.
then they wake up and find you. Laugh and ask where you come from. You say you come from far away, the far away ruled by hypocrisy and greed, which you once loved and will be your hometown in the future.
Then tell people that you don't need a name, you are a nameless bell thump. Every day, you listen to the whispers of grass and flowers and smile.
Draw yourself on the beach, let yourself be submerged by the waves and forget yourself completely. Every night, you open the window to welcome the gentle visits of the stars.
"Do you love stars?" You will suddenly want to write a letter to someone, but then tear it up, scattering the paper quietly in the wind, at sea and in your forgetting. You didn't ask him before, but now you can't ask him again.
In the past, you used to be silent, but now you are the only one who recalls the past silence with silence. You found yourself liking him before, but you were always so silent. On that day, he suddenly left in silence-has he been dead for many years? It's foggy.
you didn't know when the fog came, but you sent it away. Walking in the fog, you will be satisfied with your loneliness, proud of not being confused by the absurdity of the masses, and proud of rejecting the vulgarity of the world.
No more etiquette, authority, idols and sages; You just need to be sober, just have a conscience. You are upset only because you are sober, and only because you have a conscience.
If it rains, it will play heavy songs for you, which will make you more miserable. You are indifferent to the ugliness of the world with your sadness. Walk in the rain and let the soil touch you. The soil is only one god away from you, but God! Where are you? When it rains, dry your body. I hope you are a baby after a bath. You appreciate yourself. Remember, everyone is like this. Everyone is a piece of dirt! Birds sleep in their nests, and you don't ruin their dreams.
Birds will fly by. You once envied sailors who sailed, but then you envied swallows who flew by lightly and played with their shadows. Watch the clouds drift by, the mountains are silent, like you, like your black standing, and open your heart: "Come on! Everything is true, good and beautiful. "
also swim in the sea, visit the fish's house and talk to the fish; The fish will be surprised by you, a strange big fish, so you have to introduce yourself and tell the fish that the ridiculous modern civilization of human beings has made the fish laugh. Then visit the success of corals and tell them that their bodies are more beautiful than pyramids! When I was in Qiu Lai, I went to pick up fallen leaves and fallen flowers to pay homage to autumn, wrote songs on their graves to welcome the winter, and let the camera convey the sadness of autumn.
When spring comes, I wander around the grave, thinking about winter's cruel love and island to nature, and then embracing spring with a sadness. Ah, it's spring, and it's spring again. Why do people still have winter? No more expectations. 4. composition on the topic of distance, 8 words
distance. My eyes stared at the distant and strange place outside the window.
far away? In which direction is the distance?
in the distance, sometimes opposite the balcony.
In those lonely days, it seems that only the balcony can soothe my lost heart. Quietly stepped onto the dusty old balcony, and what you saw was the extension of the vibrant green moss all over the ground. Seeing those insignificant little things that struggle unremittingly for life, I think anyone who sighs as much as I do can walk on it and breathe the fresh air from another world.
Balcony, as the name implies, is the stage of sunshine. I believe that those peers who write wonderful sentences such as "sunshine can dance" also like to wander around the balcony-even making up lies will be full of loopholes without real experience.
I like balconies, so I like sunshine. Looking at the white clouds in the sky trying to plug the cracks that Nu Wa had not yet finished, and the sunshine always swims freely on the land below the white clouds, I think I can see the expression of sunshine's pride. Perhaps, because of this reason, the rain will come to the world! Therefore, whenever it rains, I always look to the deepest place in the sky.
bathed in the sunshine on the balcony, I like to lean in the corner and listen to the wind singing. The wind on the balcony comes from far away. It may be a coastal city thousands of kilometers away, or it may be a foreign country on the other side of the Pacific Ocean. Compared with the wind on the ground, it is a knowledgeable and well-informed wandering poet; The wind on the ground is, at best, only village children dragging their noses and babbling in the countryside.
Wandering poets are bohemian, poetic and blue. Therefore, I like to stand on the balcony and listen to the wind singing the most truly.
The wind on the balcony, sometimes learning from the rough man, hysterically tugged at the distant loess high slope. In a trance, I heard the generous "Xintianyou" flying freely on that dusty loess high slope.
The wind on the balcony sometimes learns to serenade the little nightingale resting on the mountain branches, and the whispering voice rushes to the southeast seashore. After putting the sea, which is afraid of the dark, to sleep, it took fine sand and ran to further places. What came along the footprints of the wind was the sweet talk of the waves in a deep sleep.
listening to the snoring of the waves and counting the footprints of the wind drifting away, I gradually lost sight of the distance and the direction. The white clouds finally blocked the cracks in the sky, and the naughty sunshine quieted down. Everything is quiet.
In the dark night, I groped step by step and found the legendary paradise ...
Far away, where is the distance?
sometimes, the distance is opposite the balcony. Sometimes, it will be somewhere else. Sometimes, it will be far away. Sometimes, it may be very close. No direction marker in the world can point out its direction, and no ruler can measure its distance.
-far away, in the direction of my heart.
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