Write a 400-word composition on the road.
There is a road in front of everyone, leading to the end of the unknown. Or the garden of happiness, or the brink of death.
Life is the distance of this long road, some people are very long, some people are very short. Everyone hopes that life has no end, but they will still die.
The more people are afraid of death, the faster they face it. Sometimes I feel that the color of the world is not blue, but gray.
There are no pink flowers, no clear streams and no seven-color rainbows around. Only in the most unforgettable dreams will we meet.
So I like dreaming, in spring, among the stars. My dream is in color.
In the silent night, the evening breeze awakened my complicated thoughts. Every star around the moon will protect different people in the world.
In the long road of life, there are many people who will become your most attractive scenery. You have thought about staying for them, but time is like water.
I can only forget this wonderful experience and leave with tears. Wave your clothes and don't take away the most beautiful clouds.
Maybe we can't forget that unforgettable experience, so let this unforgettable experience fall into the deepest memory. Don't tell the secret hidden in your heart, let your heart purify everything.
In this way, silently accompany you to the end of your life. Maybe there is no end, there is only one endless road.
Lu Xun said: in fact, there is no road on the ground, and more people will become roads. Everyone's road is at your feet, and different people will choose to take different roads, and no one can stop you.
Maybe you will meet someone on the trip. Because of fate, you love each other.
Maybe you will stay where you met, maybe you will move on in the direction of moonlight. Until one day you die.
If you really love each other, your's soul will still be together after death. Hand in hand and never part, always on the road to happiness in heaven.
The road to eternity. Sometimes you will get lost on the journey and can't find the entrance to the next stop.
Don't stop there, let faith guide you. In fact, the light is in my heart.
A road to the heart, only you can know. Every destination is the next starting point. Let the love in your heart accompany you until your next destination.
The disappearance of life is not a stop, as long as there is love, everything has no end.
Please write a 400-word composition on the topic of "Road". Thanks to the road, there is a road to success.
No matter how stormy it is, I will definitely be on my way with me. Around, some people walk, some people run, some people fall, some people walk back ... some people succeed! In the final analysis, I need strength, and I need to fly high in front of my studies.
Facing my parents, teachers' kindness, trees and grass along the road, I want to succeed. Life is short, success requires too much sweat and more efforts than ordinary people.
Some people live as if they were dead, others are dead, but their spirit lives on forever. I hope I can be a living person, but I can interpret life meaningfully without drama. On the road, looking at the flowers and plants on the roadside, they are just dumb lives, but they have reached the end of a long road of success, enjoying worship, thus becoming immortal ... Walking on this road of success, I heard someone say that "success requires 99% sweat and 1% inspiration ..." I heard someone say that "it's too cold up there!" But I heard the most sincere voice in my heart: "The winner is king, and the loser is the enemy!" "The cycle of night and day alternate, time flies, I can't change my mood. Looking forward to tomorrow more and more every day, adding, subtracting, multiplying and dividing, multiplying and dividing. How many days and nights have I walked, or a fraction or a tenth of this road? How long will it take ... no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, I'm sure of myself and I'm on my way.
On the road, on the road to success.
Write a 400-word composition on the topic of road for reference. There are many roads between school and home. I always choose vegetable fields and winding paths next to fields and ponds.
Twenty minutes' journey is neither far nor near. I am walking slowly alone, with lonely steps, but my heart is full of happy factors. Bypassing the back wall of the school, I began to jump over a long green bristlegrass, which stretched out to the road in a childish way.
Exquisite green bristlegrass, finely divided wild flowers, pink purple, goose yellow and white, hidden in deep and shallow green; In the canal by the roadside, shallow water gurgled; Unknown bugs are scurrying about in the grass. Looking at all this, my heart suddenly opened up.
It was quiet all around, and a few people were busy in the vegetable field from a distance. The sunshine is so good, the sky is so blue and clean, and there is a faint fragrance from leaves heated by the sun in the air.
At this moment, I found the sunshine and colorful life itself, and they slowly flowed into my heart. No one understands how much this peaceful and plain happiness has touched me. On a cloudy day in autumn, I will deliberately slow down and look around.
I saw the sparse loofah vine, the color was serene and soft light gray, and a string of hanging dead leaves shrank into a small roll, which was the end of a life! But so quiet and natural, there is no shadow of decadence and desolation. On the roadside, patches of uneven golden chrysanthemums are in full bloom, full of vitality and enjoying their fresh life! In this faint autumn, I feel the grandeur and solemnity of life.
Is dying or just beginning. What is the difference? Is so unique and beautiful. Although the path is not very lively, you can meet many people and experience some small things.
One summer evening, when I went to study at night, someone walked on the path in twos and threes to enjoy the cool. Just as I hurried by, a clear voice came: "Sister!" "I was surprised to look inside and saw a shy little girl standing under the mulberry tree by the pond. She looked at me so sweetly and called out clearly, "Sister!" "Then I grabbed my mother's skirt and cocked my head to look at me; Her mother smiled gently at me ... this beautiful and kind scene like Bing Xin will always stay in my heart and shine with kindness forever.
I always remember that afternoon. I was in a good mood and suddenly wanted to whistle loudly. It is quiet everywhere. I tried to play for a long time, but there was no tone except the slight hiss of the airflow.
Just then, there was a really loud whistle behind me. I turned around, but I couldn't help laughing. A little boy with a big schoolbag proudly whistled at me, pretending to be very mature, and said, "Sister, it's not like that at all, just like me-look …" He taught me how to do it seriously.
He is wearing the red school uniform of primary school students, and I am listening to his lecture attentively in the blue school uniform of high school students … but what a harmonious picture it is! There is a lyric in a very old song: a person is always uncomfortable to walk, and there is no concern for others in his heart ... In fact, if you are a person who loves life and lives with your heart, you will find that walking alone is very comfortable and open, not lonely, but quiet; It's not repetition, it's discovery. The road is chasing the beautiful weather/on the road of life/chasing my ideal/my direction, just ahead/with a young heart/full of ideals at night/my heart keeps flying/the road keeps extending forward/my direction is just ahead/chasing my ideal, the direction of my heart.
-Inscription 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.
There is no end to writing a 400-word composition on the topic of "Road".
We are all on the road, nothing can accompany you, only our own shadow. There is a road in front of everyone, leading to the end of the unknown. Or the garden of happiness, or the brink of death. Life is the distance of this long road, some people are very long, some people are very short. Everyone hopes that life has no end, but they will still die. The more people are afraid of death, the faster they will face death. Sometimes I feel that the color of the world is not blue, but gray. There are no pink flowers, no clear streams and no seven-color rainbows around. Only in the most unforgettable dreams will we meet. So I like dreaming, in spring, among the stars. My dream is in color.
In the silent night, the evening breeze awakened my complicated thoughts. Every star around the moon will protect different people in the world. In the long road of life, there are many people who will become your most attractive scenery. You have thought about staying for them, but time is like water. I can only forget this wonderful experience and leave with tears. Wave your clothes and don't take away the most beautiful clouds. Maybe we can't forget that unforgettable experience, so let this unforgettable experience fall into the deepest memory. Don't tell the secret hidden in your heart, let your heart purify everything. In this way, silently accompany you to the end of your life. Maybe there is no end, there is only one endless road.
Lu Xun said: in fact, there is no road on the ground, and more people will become roads. Everyone's road is at your feet, and different people will choose to take different roads, and no one can stop you. Maybe you will meet someone on the trip. Because of fate, you love each other. Maybe you will stay where you met, maybe you will move on in the direction of moonlight. Until one day you die. If you really love each other, your's soul will still be together after death. Hand in hand and never part, always on the road to happiness in heaven. The road to eternity.
Sometimes you will get lost on the journey and can't find the entrance to the next stop. Don't stop there, let faith guide you. In fact, the light is in my heart. A road to the heart, only you can know. Every destination is the next starting point. Let the love in your heart accompany you until your next destination.
The disappearance of life is not a stop, as long as there is love, everything has no end.
5. Write a 400-word composition on the road for your reference. There are many roads between school and home. I always choose vegetable fields and winding paths next to fields and ponds. Twenty minutes' journey is neither far nor near. I am walking slowly alone, with lonely steps, but my heart is full of happy factors.
Bypassing the back wall of the school, I began to jump over a long green bristlegrass, which stretched out to the road in a childish way. Exquisite green bristlegrass, finely divided wild flowers, pink purple, goose yellow and white, hidden in deep and shallow green; In the canal by the roadside, shallow water gurgled; Unknown bugs are scurrying about in the grass. Looking at all this, my heart suddenly opened up. It was quiet all around, and a few people were busy in the vegetable field from a distance. The sunshine is so good, the sky is so blue and clean, and there is a faint fragrance from leaves heated by the sun in the air. At this moment, I found the sunshine and colorful life itself, and they slowly flowed into my heart. No one understands how much this peaceful and plain happiness has touched me.
On a cloudy day in autumn, I will deliberately slow down and look around. I saw the sparse loofah vine, the color was serene and soft light gray, and a string of hanging dead leaves shrank into a small roll, which was the end of a life! But so quiet and natural, there is no shadow of decadence and desolation. On the roadside, patches of uneven golden chrysanthemums are in full bloom, full of vitality and enjoying their fresh life! In this faint autumn, I feel the grandeur and solemnity of life. Is dying or just beginning. What is the difference? Is so unique and beautiful.
Although the path is not very lively, you can meet many people and experience some small things.
One summer evening, when I went to study at night, someone walked on the path in twos and threes to enjoy the cool. Just as I hurried by, a clear voice came: "Sister!" "I was surprised to look inside and saw a shy little girl standing under the mulberry tree by the pond. She looked at me so sweetly and called out clearly, "Sister!" "Then I grabbed my mother's skirt and cocked my head to look at me; Her mother smiled gently at me ... this beautiful and kind scene like Bing Xin will always stay in my heart, shining with kindness forever.
I always remember that afternoon. I was in a good mood and suddenly wanted to whistle loudly. It is quiet everywhere. I tried to play for a long time, but there was no tone except the slight hiss of the airflow. Just then, there was a really loud whistle behind me. I turned around, but I couldn't help laughing. A little boy with a big schoolbag proudly whistled at me, pretending to be very mature, and said, "Sister, it's not like that at all, just like me-look …" He taught me how to do it seriously. He is wearing the red school uniform of primary school students, and I am listening to his lecture attentively in the blue school uniform of high school students … but what a harmonious picture it is!
There is a lyric in a very old song: a person is always uncomfortable to walk, and there is no concern for others in his heart ... In fact, if you are a person who loves life and lives with your heart, you will find that walking alone is very comfortable and open, not lonely, but quiet; It's not repetition, it's discovery.
The road under your feet
Chasing the wind, chasing the sun/on the road of life/chasing my ideal/my direction, just ahead/with a young heart/full of ideals at night/my heart keeps flying/the road keeps extending forward/my direction is just ahead/chasing my ideal, the direction of my heart.
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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.
6. Please write a short essay with no less than 600 words on the topic of road. Everyone has passed the road, so what can we talk about going on? How many roads have you walked? Who would have thought of this? Some people pass by the stars in the sky and become admirable astronomers. Who will do research for this road that has always served people? Looking around, there are countless criss-crossing roads, straight or curved; Whether it is wide or narrow, whether it is cold or hot; Rain or shine, they are silently serving people. Some people praise the tenacious struggle of the grass; Some people do not touch the mud of lotus, full of enthusiasm and admiration; Some people are fascinated by the attractive smells of pears, apricots and peaches; Some people will be filled with joy because of the wide and flat asphalt road; The winding mountain road makes people feel poetic because of its twists and turns. But who knows the ordinary road, composing music and writing poems? Maybe it's because I'm used to following my father, walking with light steps in the morning on the path covered with golden glow. The winding narrow country road is like a ribbon, crossing the field and crossing the field again. I like walking alone, listening to birds singing in the distance, and looking at pedestrians and vehicles. I have always felt that this is an unparalleled beauty. I can get a lot of inspiration while walking. How to be an unknown, simple and selfless person? It is this road that taught me how to give to others without asking for anything in return. It taught me what I would get and made me understand the true meaning of life. The road is still the same, real and ordinary. With its eternal spirit, it makes people's footsteps more solid and powerful. 2 1 century China, China is taking off rapidly. May our descendants with yellow skin, black eyes and black hair also have the spirit of road, so as to better build our country-China people and country! Let it stand in the forest of nations and be invincible.
7. The essay road with the title "Road" is chasing beautiful weather at your feet/on the road of life/chasing my ideal/my direction, just ahead/carrying a young heart/full of ideals at night/my heart keeps flying/the road keeps extending forward/my direction is just ahead/chasing my ideal, my direction.
-Inscription 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.
Life is a very close relationship between passers-by and roads. Without people, the road will cease to exist. Without roads, people will be unable to move, and people and roads will be harmonious and unified. A person's life is a road.
On this road, people need to think. Burke once said, "Only those who are creative and think independently can create great achievements".
Creation is the essential quality of human beings, and thinking is the basic condition of creation. Only in constant thinking can people keep moving forward; Only in constant thinking can people make the road of life more exciting! On this road, people need to pay.
At that time, King Hussein and Lanny were respected by people because they were attached to the people and benefited them. Love is the most beautiful language in the world, and dedication is its support.
The structure of the word "person" supports each other, and each of us can only get the true feelings with our hearts. Only by giving can you get it; Only dedication can gain.
The road of life needs to be paid and paid to be colorful! On this road, people will fail and then succeed. Edison invented the electric light, and took thousands of failures as gains, because after all, he knew that thousands of materials could not be used as filaments, which laid the foundation for the success of electric light.
A fall gains wisdom. The road of life is to learn from failure and move towards glory step by step! On this road, people will always gain something. When young, harvest youth and vitality; After adulthood, harvest maturity and charm; Gain experience and wisdom in old age; Harvest peace and tranquility in old age.
When you fail, you reap sadness and lessons; When you succeed, you reap happiness and joy. The road of life is always fruitful, and I believe that different seasons will yield different fruits.
In the face of success, I learned to be calm; In the face of failure, I learned to be indifferent and tolerant because of wealth. This is the biggest gain of my life! On this road, everyone, like Kuafu, is always chasing the sun in his heart and struggling to catch up. In the hard pursuit, you may not catch up with the ideal sun, but you drive away laziness and emptiness, exercise your body, enrich your life, taste the pleasure of climbing constantly, and add color to your life! Some people say that there is no road in the world, and more people walk, it becomes a road; It is also said that there is a road in the world, and there are many people walking, but there is no road.
In fact, people and roads are inseparable. Where people are, there is a way! Life is a road that needs thinking, effort, failure, success and harvest.