Imitate Mo Huaiqi’s walk and write a composition 600

1. Write an essay imitating Mo Huaiqi’s [Walking], with a reward of 100

The warmth in the hands

We walked in the park: I, My grandma, my dad and mom.

Grandma didn’t want to come out. It was cold and her legs were not working well. They hurt when she walked for a long distance. Later, my father said to my grandma: "Because of this, it is even more important to exercise. I heard that the chrysanthemums are blooming on the mountain. You should always go out for a walk with your granddaughter!" I couldn't help laughing, Dad He actually used his "killer" trick, because grandma likes chrysanthemums and me the most! As expected, grandma nodded convinced and went to get the crutches. She listens to her dad as much as I listen to her.

The weather is very good, just a little cold. This year's winter is a bit long, but winter is coming, can spring be far behind?

In this early winter park in the south, the leaves are slowly withering, the flowers are withering, and there are not many people on the road. Only the indomitable chrysanthemum is in full bloom, while other plants are withering. At the same time, it blooms quietly despite the severe cold, reminding people of one thing - life!

As we walked, we had a little dispute: I wanted to take the stairs, which can lead to the top of the mountain and see all the living things in Huadu; but grandma wanted to take the stairs. Downhill, because her legs and feet are not convenient, so it is easy to walk downhill. After I understood the situation, I stopped arguing with grandma. I just followed her, but my face was inevitably a little frustrated. Grandma seemed to see through my thoughts, so she touched my little head and said: "Let's take the stairs. If you're tired, just ask your dad to help me walk!" We all laughed. Grandma looked over the mountain and saw colorful chrysanthemums planted everywhere.

Just like this, under the winter sun, my father’s hand is holding my grandma, and my mother’s hand is holding my hand. We are leaning shoulder to shoulder, holding hands, and the warmth in our hands has driven away the severe cold. , ushered in "spring"!

Hope to get your approval! 2. Imitate Mo Huaiwei's "Walking" and write a composition about family love, 600 words, using symmetry

"Your class teacher said that parents should take a walk with their children, and I also learned something - -Indifferent.

After dinner, I said coldly, still burying my head in doing complicated mathematics, and felt an inexplicable sadness in my heart.

Half past six.

The night is thickening and we set off on time.

The orange lights on the roadside have long been on, the night is still a bit cold, and the shadows of the trees cast large ink stains on the road.

The window curtains were rolled up high by the wind, and the cold almost invaded my whole body. I looked a little lazy and a little warm in the sound of the wind. The shadows of my father and I were stretched very long, and I always answered very well. Gradually, my father, sweating profusely, brought me the textbooks that I had forgotten at home, and the umbrella that I forgot to bring on rainy days... Every day In the morning, warm milk and eggs on the table...it turned out. "The crisp sound of the door opening, in this dim night, seemed like pearls scattered on the beach of time.

I thought of how many times I had not looked at this face for a long time. I had long lost the charm of that time. Brilliance. The wind and frost of life! ""Oh, I know this. I always thought that I was a sensible child, but without my father's company... In a trance, I seemed to see the tearful self again, and my father suddenly said to me, silently. Breathless, scraping the dead leaves like butterflies on the ground, let's take a walk tonight, spinning. Although I once wished that my father could spend more time with me, my busy father had no time to take care of me.

What a walk. Far away, my father's love for me has long been included in these daily trivial matters, but I have never noticed it.

How luxurious is the orange light?

Work is very busy and tiring!" I was stunned and nodded mechanically. Dad was back. In fact, it seems that lying can be done with such ease.

The wind, I caught a glimpse of my father’s face, dyed his hair white, carved ravines on his face, and I almost failed in physics. The leaves are flying. Memory is like a broken tide, constantly pouring into the river of thoughts. In a daze, I remembered the Children's Day party again. After the party, the parents were already waiting for their children at the door. But dad never showed up. In a daze, I remembered those birthdays again, and the orange lights poured out their light even more wantonly. Inadvertently, the light struggled in the middle. Dad asked me about my studies; the sword of time. This was as beautiful as it was yesterday. oh. Dad smiled with satisfaction. "Report good news but not bad news." I have long been used to it.

The shadows of the trees cast large swaths of ink on the road, which is beautiful and triggers my memories. When I was a child, my father used to put me on his neck to watch plays; he also told me many interesting stories; he also accompanied me to buy beautiful schoolbags, pencil cases, and pens...the original innocence and joy of life: " Daughter 3. Imitate walking and write an article of 600 words

Walking is walking slowly. Life is short and time flies. In this short life, why don’t you let your heart have a beautiful memory? During the walk, every beautiful artistic conception you experience will become a beautiful shell on the beach in your memory.

Choose a leisurely and poetic path, let the wings of your soul fly, savor the beauty of life, and enjoy the beautiful life.

"Visiting the green grassland in spring, admiring the green lotus pond in summer, yellow flower sceneries in autumn, and reciting poems on white snow in winter." With such a subtle realm, don't you think "the charm of poetry will last forever"?

Take a walk to the "winding path leading to secluded place", lined with forest shades, and good birds singing. The crisp chirping of birds fell into my ears, like pebbles falling into a calm lake, creating ripples. The rich green dyes the wings of the songbirds, the clean air, and the mood. The mysterious feeling of "The green grass reflects the spring color on the steps, and the oriole sings in the sky through the leaves" makes a trace of doubts arise in my heart.

Walking in the spring after the rain, "the morning rain in Weicheng makes the dust clear, and the guesthouses are green and the willows are new", looking at "the light rain in the street is as moist as crisp, the color of the grass is far away but not close", bathed in the "beautiful beauty" In the calm spring breeze, the flowers are fragrant and the birds are singing, you can watch "the fragrant grasses caressing the butterflies, and the flying dragons that have no owners to send to the poets." Don't you feel refreshed and pleasing to the eye with this scene?

In the summer when "Every house is raining during the yellow plum season, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds", take a walk by the lotus pond where "the lotus leaves are cut in one color, and the hibiscus blooms on both sides of the face", and look at the "lotus leaves that reach the sky" The scene of "infinite blue, unique red lotus reflecting the sun", sucking "the ancient Quyuan is pillowed on the lotus pond, and the wind is hesitant to brew the fragrance". Will you be "intoxicated and not know the way back", and "stumble into the depths of lotus flowers"?

On an autumn night when "the bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear springs flow up the rocks", you can take a walk in the courtyard where "the pines in the courtyard have not changed their green color, and the pots of chrysanthemums are still blooming and quiet and fragrant", and "the green hills outside the fence are surrounded by tarts" "Looking at the lake with the accumulated water in front of the building", "Sparse shadows slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance floating on the moon at dusk", coupled with the distant scenery of "The bamboos are noisy and return to the Huannu, and the lotus moves under the fishing boat" will make you feel relaxed and happy. , full of comfort.

Just walking poetically.

Taking a poetic walk is a spiritual enjoyment. Looking back at the footprints left by the walk, those shallow footprints left a mark on my heart.

Taking a poetic walk makes life more exciting! Slow down your hurried pace! Take more poetic walks and add more beautiful shells on the beach of memory. 4. About 600 words to imitate a walk

It has been a long time since I went for a walk with my mother. I was imprisoned in a room, imprisoned in a cage of knowledge. I looked at it dreamily. Looking out the window, even though it was winter, it looked as light and free as spring outside. I decided to go for a walk outside to relax, and more importantly, get a sense of warmth... The sun was warm and soft, the sky was blue and pure, Countless green leaves are swaying and flying in the air, like countless transparent little palms. Is that the cheer of life? That’s an extension of life, right? The river flows softly and brightly, the grass on the bank is greener, and the flowers are redder, as if they are also rejoicing for the arrival of my mother and I. Facing everything around me, I suddenly feel the meaning of my life and am grateful for life. The gift. My mother and I walked arm in arm on the field. I felt how familiar this action was! When I was young, my mother supported me in this way. I couldn’t help but be filled with emotion. There is one of the most precious things deep in my heart, which is maternal love. The moment my mother wiped my forehead with alcohol cotton when I was sick; my mother did my laundry. When my mother explained English questions to me in detail... so many days and nights, so many minutes and seconds! My mother has really paid so much for me! I couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sadness in my heart. I saw the fine crow's feet carved on my mother's forehead. I saw the sparse white hair on my mother's head. I held my mother's slightly old hand and thought of how many hairs my mother had. White for me! I have a few wrinkles! I held my mother's hot hand, feeling warm in my heart, hoping that time would freeze at this beautiful moment. But time will pass after all. After walking for more than half an hour, my mother and I turned around and walked towards the small house home. On the way... I shouted in confusion, "Don't go, stay a little longer!" I looked up suddenly, and I was still stuck in the sea of ​​questions... It was already past 5 o'clock in the morning, and my mother had already gotten up. I said to my mother: "Let's go Let's take a walk! "I have opened the shackles of my soul, holding my mother's hand and walking out of the door step by step, walking towards... Or: My father, mother and grandma were sitting next to the TV watching TV at night, but we had a disagreement. Dad wants to watch the football game, Mom.

Me. grandmother.

My father, mother and I started fighting over the TV set, and I managed to restore peace to them. After that, we all agreed to let grandma watch the TV she liked. You can expand on this. 5. Imitate about 500 words of "Walking" written by Mo Huaiqi

My family has a habit of going for a walk together on Friday nights to talk and talk.

After a week of intense study and life, it is very wise to go for a walk. It makes me feel relaxed and I don’t have to think about anything. But walking time is like sand, the more you hold on to it, the harder it is. , the faster it flows, and soon the time will be fleeting. Quietly, quietly, leaving only a trace of sadness in my heart.

I couldn’t help but sigh in my heart: Time flies so fast. Now when I go for a walk, my laughter is mixed with seriousness and sadness.

A serious question lies ahead, that is my future. Sad but only because time flies and my parents become older and older.

I can no longer ride on my father's shoulders, and I can never go back to my carefree childhood. When I was a child, the happy family of three went for a walk after dinner. How pleasant it was! My father and mother each held my small hands, and they looked even happier under the street lights.

Suddenly I encountered a small fork in the road, a small road, and a big road. I wanted to take the path, which could go through the park; but my mother wanted to take the big road, and she felt the path was unsafe.

The burden of decision fell on my father's head, after a short period of thinking. In the end, he chose a small road, but he said to me: "In order to prevent you from running blindly, ride on my shoulders."

As he said this, he took my hand, lifted me up with one hand, and put me down. on the shoulders. Although my father is not very tall, his body is very strong, and his shoulders are no exception. He feels very safe riding on it.

I was like a captain, pointing forward with a branch, and my father followed the direction I pointed, very majestic. Every step my father took was very careful, as if he was carrying the whole world on his back.

I held his big ears with both hands and walked with a smile. Slowly, I grew up.

Now, I still maintain this habit and still walk with them every Friday. Now we are once again at the small fork in the road back then.

My father asked: "Are you taking the path?" I saw obedience in his eyes, and I turned my head to look at my mother. Mother didn't speak but looked at me.

This time it was my turn to make a choice. I thought about it for a while. Pointing to the avenue with my index finger: "Go from here! It's flat here."

As I said that, I took their hands and walked away. At this time, I felt that the reality in my hand was so strong. It was as heavy as my father felt back then.

At this time, it seemed that I was holding the whole world in my hands. 6. Imitate about 500 words of "Walking" written by Mo Huaiqi

My family has a habit of going for a walk together on Friday nights to talk and talk.

After a week of intense study and life, it is very wise to go for a walk. It makes me feel relaxed and I don’t have to think about anything. But walking time is like sand, the more you squeeze it, the harder it is. , the faster it flows, and soon the time will be fleeting. Quietly, quietly, leaving only a trace of sadness in my heart. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: Time flies so fast.

When I go out for a walk now, my laughter is mixed with seriousness and sadness. A serious question lies ahead, that is my future. Sad but only because time flies and my parents become older and older. I can no longer ride on my father's shoulders, and I can never go back to my carefree childhood.

When I was a child, the happy family of three went for a walk after dinner. How pleasant it was! My father and mother each held my small hands, and they looked even happier under the street lights. Suddenly I encountered a small fork in the road, a small road, and a big road. I wanted to take the path, which could go through the park; but my mother wanted to take the main road, which she felt was unsafe. But the burden of decision fell on my father's head, after a short period of thinking. In the end, he chose the small road, but he said to me: "In order to prevent you from running blindly, ride on my shoulders." He took my hand, lifted me up with one hand and put me on his shoulder.

Although my father is not very tall, his body is very strong, and his shoulders are no exception. He feels very safe riding on it. I was like a captain, pointing forward with a branch, and my father followed the direction I pointed, very majestic. Every step my father took was very careful, as if he was carrying the whole world on his back.

I held his big ears with both hands and walked with a smile. Slowly, I grew up.

Now, I still maintain this habit and still walk with them every Friday. Now we are once again at the small fork in the road back then. My father asked, "Are you taking the path?" I saw obedience in his eyes, and I turned my head to look at my mother. Mother didn't speak but looked at me. This time it was my turn to make a choice. I thought about it for a while. Pointing to the road with my index finger: "Go from here! It's flat here." As I said that, I took their hands and walked away.

At this time, I felt that the reality in my hand was so strong, the weight that my father felt back then was so heavy.

At this time, it seemed that I was holding the whole world in my hands. 7. Imitation of Mo Huaiqi's "Walking" with no less than 500 words

Guilin is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with majestic peaks and clear streams. It wears the crown of "Guilin's landscape is the best in the world"; Hangzhou's The West Lake is even more magnificent, with the reputation of "there is paradise above, and Suzhou and Hangzhou below"; Mount Tai in Shandong is soaring into the clouds, with the exclamation that "climbing Mount Tai makes the world smaller". Although Xiangfan is not as good as these beautiful places with beautiful mountains and rivers, Xiangfan has its unique charm - tranquility.

As the final exam is approaching, the pressure to study has also increased, so I have been feeling particularly depressed recently and always have a restless heart. Sitting next to the TV, holding the remote control in his hand, he tuned from the first station to the last station, and then from the last station to the first station, "Why do TV stations play stuff all day long to make little girls cry?" Youth idol dramas, or some entertainment programs that take pleasure in revealing other people's privacy. So boring.

''So I threw down the remote control and walked into the room to read, ''What kind of society is it now? Why are all the books now written about romance novels? Wouldn't you write some books that urge young people to study hard and be proactive? ''Then I threw down the book and went to sleep, but I couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning. My mother came in and said earnestly: "If you're not in a good mood, go for a walk, feel the surrounding environment, and relax." I walked slowly by the moat, and the night was heavy. Pressed on the tops of treetops and street lamps, it was like a big black quilt covering it haphazardly from the sky. Accompanying me are the trees that have just fallen asleep, the slightly salty wind, the glass-like grass blades, the moist earthy smell, and the air full of floral fragrance. . ..There are also the shining river belt next to it, the mist on the shore, the purple or light blue morning glories, the mist on the laurel treetops, and the eggshell-thin silence. Walking in this peaceful city, my heart I also felt a hint of tranquility.

Walking in Xiangfan City, just like Kawabata Yasunari discovering that the flowers are not sleeping at night, I found that Xiangfan is actually a very beautiful and quiet city. The moon hangs high in the sky, casting a waterfall-like silvery white light. The endless rows of willow trees cover the entire moat like waves. The wicker swayed gently in the breeze and swayed playfully on the calm river. Ripples appeared on the lake surface, looking like golden necklaces against the bright moonlight and weak moonlight. Strolling along the moat, the artistic conception of this scene is somewhat similar to Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight over the River Pond", and the restless heart suddenly feels peaceful.

I walked to the edge of the lawn and squatted down. There were still dewdrops hanging on the tips of the grass, and there were some dewdrops inlaid between the leaves. Under the light, they looked like pearls, crystal clear. I stepped lightly and quickly across the lawn, really afraid of hurting them. Standing under the city wall, touching the city wall bricks that have turned black and crusted after years of wind and sun, "Maybe this brick has been stained with the blood of some hero, maybe that brick has been touched by some heroic general, Maybe..." I thought quietly. Large areas of moss grow on the city walls. Although they look quiet, their existence makes the ancient city walls full of life.

Walking quietly in the quiet city, I reached the end of the river before I knew it, and my heart was filled with tranquility. The city is quiet and silent, like a huge sponge, absorbing all the noise, and even absorbing the impetuousness in my heart, making my heart peaceful.

I went home with a peaceful heart, feeling the fresh air, relaxing, and fell asleep sweetly while lying on the bed.

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