500 words composition on the way home

In your daily study, work or life, everyone must have come into contact with composition. Composition is a narrative in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in their memory in written form. Way. I believe many people will find it difficult to write an essay. The following is a 500-word essay on the way home that I compiled. It is for reference only. You are welcome to read it. 500-word composition on the way home 1

The rain fell quietly, accompanied by music, I walked on the way home. The rain is like cow hair, which makes people feel pity, but there is also a hint of worry in the pity.

My eyes looked at the school gate with confusion, and as a burst of regretful music played - although I didn't understand music, I felt a wave of melancholy and sadness coming over my heart, it was so sudden and rapid. . I thought about it: is it the teacher's strict requirements that make me nervous, is it the long-term longing for home that I have been studying away from home, or is it that my test scores are far inferior to others. Too much thinking made me confused for a moment: I don’t know where my heart belongs. Where do you dream to go? You must be anxious about your uncertain future. All of this arouses my yearning for tomorrow. But just let today pass away. Do you have any regrets? Do you want to make this already bad day even more regretful? No, I am not willing to do so. Even if today is about to end, I will not allow a trace of regret to appear at the end of today's page. The rain gradually became heavier, but I still walked step by step, slowly, with more and more thoughts in my heart. Everything around me seemed to suddenly disappear from my sight, disappear, and disappear. I was completely intoxicated. In my own mind space. Thinking about the joy of successfully entering middle school from elementary school, thinking about the discomfort in studying and living in middle school, thinking about future studies and my own future, whether it is happiness or distress, the scenes are replayed like a slideshow. I don't know whether I was woken up by the rain or the sound of the car horn. Suddenly I was separated from my thoughts. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh and walked forward with an optimistic attitude that I had rarely experienced before. At that time, I had only A belief: No matter how bumpy the road ahead is, I will brave the wind and rain and move towards the future without regrets.

The destination is just ahead. I unconsciously speed up my pace, but I know: the journey home in life is very long, and the destination is difficult to find. It may take a lifetime to achieve it. 500-word composition on the way home 2

As the wild geese returned north, my father and I also embarked on the journey home... After the wild geese stopped briefly in the south, they flew back to the north, and my father and I were also in the south. After a short stay, we returned to Qinyang. Because my father’s father lives in the south, thousands of miles away, we went back to visit relatives during the Spring Festival. No, in just a few days, we will be returning to Qinyang again. There are three hundred and sixty-five sunrises in a year, but I cannot send you three hundred and sixty-five blessings. The encounter is short-lived. In the blink of an eye, time has slipped through my fingers. The joy of gathering during the Spring Festival turned into the sorrow of separation in an instant. I held Grandpa's rough big hand for a long time... and gradually separated, embarking on the way home. It's always a joy to go home, but I don't know why I feel so sad. yes! I was able to see my mother after being separated for more than ten days, but I had to say goodbye to my grandfather. Life is like this, it is difficult to choose between contradictions. "Gulu, Gulu..." The sound from the suitcase drowned out my grandfather's laughter. From the maze-like train station waiting hall to the long train, my grandfather and I gradually drifted away. Outside the car window, the scenery is still the same, but I always feel that they have added a bit of sadness. The water of the Yangtze River flows quietly, and the dry wicker droops silently... "One second, two seconds, three seconds" "One hundred meters, two hundred meters, three hundred meters..." Time is flying and the train is speeding. After a dreamless night, I found that I had arrived in Zhengzhou. I must have traveled more than a thousand miles! Grandpa's warmth seems to still remain in the palm of my hand, but it is already separated by the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. We were about to arrive home. I tried to cheer myself up. When I looked up, I saw my father looking out the window, thoughtfully. Yes, I am going home and seeing my mother. But what about dad? But he was separated from his parents again. ( ) Should we be reunited or separated at this moment? Is this night's Mercedes-Benz a return journey or a journey? Are we on our way home or are we wandering away from home? I can't tell clearly either. Suddenly, a voice seemed to pass through my heart, "Home is where there is love."

Yes, where there is love, there is home. I couldn't help but hold my father's hand tightly. It was so warm and reassuring... 500-word composition of Luo Zhimei's Return Home, a freshman in Qinyang Foreign Languages ??Middle School, Henan Province 3

A fallen leaf, its return journey is soil? Is it a trash can? Was it torn into pieces? still?

When I decided to pick it from the tree, I decided its fate. A yellow face is full of vicissitudes of time, and the undulating wrinkles tell the story of a rough life. From a young and shiny face to becoming so haggard, what has this weathered leaf experienced? I couldn't help but think.

I carefully clamped it inside the notebook, feeling a little afraid that it would slip out of the notebook and be crushed into pieces by other books. It was so weak, so thin, and so pitiful.

At this time in class, the teacher asked us to take out the leaves. I took it out from the notebook. Fortunately, it was still intact, although it looked a little weak. I was secretly relieved.

Suddenly, the teacher took out a box and asked us to put the leaves in. I watched the students take out various leaves that were bigger than me and could cover my whole body in one go. It's up, there are so many leaves, it's so small, can I find it?

The teacher put the box on the podium and asked us to take it back. At this time, I was extremely worried, can I find it? Will it be taken by others by mistake? Is there anyone like me? When the teacher brought the box in front of me, my heart beat faster and "bang bang" kept beating, and my hands were shaking. My leaves, where are you? At this time, I was so busy that I saw it at a glance. It was lying there quietly, as if knowing that I would give it the best home. I was not impatient and my heart suddenly brightened up. I quickly put it Take it back, it's unique, it belongs only to me.

On the way home, I thought to myself: "How should I treat a leaf? Should I keep it? Or throw it away? Or let it return to the soil? Yes! Returning should be the best thing for her. A good way. "I was a little worried about gains and losses, and stared at it for a long time...

Finally, I put it under a big tree and let it rot by itself, turning into a part of the soil and nourishing new things. The leaves will be green again next spring. Return essay 500 words 4

The rustling west wind blew off the leaves. Su Wu held the Han Festival in his hand and stood in the wind for nineteen years. All the leaves fell. His figure became clearer and clearer.

"Master Su has wronged you for so many years, we..."

"Go back to the Central Plains? Go home?" He said to himself over and over again. ——In the past ten years, I have looked forward to it every day, but never dared to mention it! Time froze at this moment, and the world disappeared. The words of the guard did not exist, and the sound of wind passing by my ears did not exist. "Return to the Central Plains" is the only real thing.

Nineteen years ago, he left Chang'an with enthusiasm, carrying the expectations and trust of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and the expectations of the entire nation for peace.

Along the way, his heroic words were left behind in the vast desert, which grew into countless seeds of hope. He followed Su Wu on the North Sea, one stop at a time, for 19 years. He still remembered a rising sun that jumped up from the vast desert.

The wind blew his robe, making a sound. He just stood there, looking at Chang'an, which was far and near. He only remembered to go home, return to the Central Plains, hand this envoy to the emperor, and say to him, "Su Shi is back!" A heart once full of ambition. He still remembered that his home was in the south of the Yangtze River, a place with mountains and rivers. He also remembered those days when the Huns did not attack, those days of happiness and peace. He straightened his already rickety back again...

The unique desert wind blew up the yellow sand in the sky, and also stirred up his thoughts of homesickness...

The Huns' cavalry passed by here, and the envoys passed by here, Now, he has walked through the desert here again. The former team is now the only one - only him, on their way home.

He vaguely saw the city in front of him and the word "Chang'an" on the city. He laughed and cried, going back and forth for nineteen days. Now, only this bare envoy is left.

The moment a sun jumped out of the ground, it illuminated his return journey brilliantly.

He smiled: "I remember the sun, it was the same as before." 500-word composition on the way home 5

We got into Uncle Youka's Mercedes-Benz van early in the morning and headed towards Departing from the airport. On the way we found the only place where we could have lunch and had a great meal.

Next, we continued to rush to the airport. The plane first flies from Ivalo to Helsinki, and then we need to transfer in Helsinki to Nanjing. Since the transfer time was very short, only 50 minutes, Uncle Uka helped us find the boarding gate, and then we went straight to the boarding gate without delaying for a minute. My mother said that we didn’t even have time to buy Finnish souvenirs. . Finally, we successfully caught the plane to Nanjing and began the eight-hour long flight. Finnair is still very good. There are many little surprises on the plane. For example, there is a small computer to play with. The stewardess also gave me a Rubik's Cube as a small gift, which is very thoughtful.

I watched a lot of cartoons on the plane and finally got through eight hours. When I got off the plane, I thought to myself, did I leave my math book on the plane? Forget it, let’s go home first. Suddenly I feel dizzy, please help me, I'm afraid I won't be able to recover because of jet lag. What an unlucky thing. Suddenly I accidentally kowtowed. Hey, I'm not sleepy anymore. It was around eight o'clock in the morning when we arrived in Nanjing. My mother said that as long as I insist on not sleeping during the day and have a good sleep at night, the jet lag will be reversed easily. Well, after listening to my mother’s advice to eat enough, let’s go to Nanjing to visit the Confucius Temple during the day, and eat some traditional snacks such as osmanthus cake. In the evening, my mother bought me a movie ticket and took me to see The Wandering Earth. The special effects of the film were quite shocking. I realized that the earth is the home on which we live, and we must protect the earth and take care of our earth. In addition, I am also proud that China can produce science fiction films that are comparable to Hollywood blockbusters!

After watching the video, I was ready to have a good sleep, hoping that as my mother said, I could easily reverse the jet lag. Homecoming Essay 500 words 6

He didn’t know what to do, so he wrote an article.

I began to question myself whether I would still believe it. I began to hate everyone inexplicably. I began to convince myself that I had never believed it. Stories that never were told will never be told again.

During the period of temporary residence in Beijing, every day at dawn, I would face those people with dull eyes without mercy. Squeezed in the deep, long, hollow subway, the only thing that saves their souls is the headphones on their ears. Sometimes it emits exciting music, sometimes it emits soothing music. In short, they have to thank music, thank music for saving their souls without asking for anything in return.

Everyone is constantly saving for the future. In the end, they may have gained a lot, but they have lost far more than one thing. I promised to go to Dali with a girl to look at the sky and clouds and look for the most primitive human nature. Pick up a leaf and prepare to leave. The wandering life must have a return date. Young people in Beijing, please take it seriously. Life is not as oppressive as you think. The dignity of survival should be earned by yourself. Lies are like a knife, they obliterate innocence. Young people in Beijing, please stop. Life is not as hopeless as you think. You should understand the meaning of life yourself. Money is a murderous knife, it kills humanity.

He appreciated that in a world full of power and ignorance, others were canceling him. The only thing he can do is silence, silence is the sound of separation. Laughing and running. He said his future was in a coffin. I said, you have no future, people who scavenge, come back quickly. Fly, fly, fly. He woke up and I thought I should go.

The kindness of people was completely wiped out in his heart. He really wanted all the uncertain scenes to turn into smoke. Return essay 500 words 7

The car drove quietly out of the village, and a lonely light passed across the wilderness.

Having just left the village of my grandparents, the sparse spots of light gradually faded into darkness in my field of vision, and finally disappeared, leaving only a small patch of light and a stream of images in front of me. past the small road sign.

I felt lonely for a moment. There was no car coming from the opposite direction, and there was no sound on both sides. This is a cold mountainous area far north of Wenzhou, and it is not lively.

The car was walking on the mountain road, and there were several small mountain villages faintly in the ditch, with peaceful lights flashing inside, and a few figures walking around. People in the village may be half-lying on wicker chairs and taking a leisurely nap, and some of them have probably fallen asleep peacefully. This night was so peaceful for them, even the chirping of the insects was like a lullaby. But we can't feel it when we are on the road. We are confused and still looking for the breath of home, returning home like an arrow.

Gradually, the ditch began to open up, and there was the sound of human voices. The street turned and became wider, reaching about the county seat. It was lively, but the noise was unfamiliar. I was a little upset and tired, so I fell asleep leaning on my mother's arms. When I woke up, it was dark all around and the car lights were turned down. I touched my eyes and saw a long bright line on the other side of the river, flickering and appearing and disappearing under the cover of branches and leaves. My heart suddenly brightened, and then I felt a familiar atmosphere filling the surroundings. What about the county seat? Long gone, the long light on the opposite side exudes a more prosperous grandeur than the county seat. As for the river, look again, it's much wider, and it may have merged into the main stream. The tallest building in the city center, the colored lights on the roof flickered high and far in the sky.

The lights on the street are bright, and cars are coming and going in a steady stream. We were almost there, after passing through several intersections, home was sitting quietly next to my car, smiling silently and waving to me. It was a familiar smell, extremely kind. Home is so ordinary, but it is better than all inns and all hotels. The simple white walls, clean beds, and even the barking dogs downstairs are so beautiful... 500-word essay on the way home 8

The train rumbled, and I sat on the train, looking at the ever-changing scenery outside the window. The scenery amazed me endlessly. This is my heart that has already flown out of the car and arrived at the hometown I think about day and night... Last summer vacation, I returned to my hometown - Harbin, the place I think about day and night. I closed my eyes and seemed to be able to see. I took out the photo from seven years ago, and it clearly showed the photo I took when I went to the market for the last time that year.

On this day, it was dawn, and my aunt took me to the market. It took me only five minutes to walk there. I saw a huge crowd of people, and I thought to myself: It’s only 6:30 and there are so many people! look! Children are jumping around the market with candied haws in hand, like carps swimming in the vast ocean. I was no exception. I clamored to eat fried meatballs, but my aunt wouldn’t let me eat them. I was so angry that I couldn’t get the hard ones to get soft ones. I looked at my aunt pitifully and begged her to buy them for me. Finally, I couldn’t be more happy that my aunt was willing to buy it for me!

I wanted whatever I saw along the way, and I also witnessed the "Chicken Catching Contest" with my own eyes. I saw several men rushing towards the chicken with their bare hands. This chicken was regarded as the best among chickens. With lightning speed, it pecked the men's hands with all its strength, making them scream. Some of them collapsed on the ground with laughter, some stamped their feet anxiously, as if they wanted to catch the chicken by themselves, and some watched this wonderful game calmly without moving... Finally, the chicken was caught, but the men caught it one by one. They were all in a mess, and the funniest one had chicken feathers all in his mouth. I didn’t know if he was here to catch chickens or to eat chickens...

Now that I am in sixth grade, I hope I can go back to my hometown during the next summer vacation! Return essay 500 words 9

It’s another rainy day.

I stood on the side of the road, craning my neck like everyone else, waiting for the bus to arrive. Most people were silent, only a few girls were chatting. Everyone has the same expression on their faces - looking forward to the car arriving soon, whether they are leaving home or returning home.

Buses drove by one after another, taking away groups of people and leaving groups of people behind, along with the unpleasant exhaust fumes.

The car I was waiting for hadn’t arrived yet, and my heart began to feel restless. Why do you make me wait so long every time? The more times like this, the more urgent I feel to go home. At this time, such a scene appeared in my sight: there was a grandfather in his seventies or eighties, pushing a wheelchair, and sitting on it was an old lady with the same gray hair. They were chatting with a smile on their faces. They walked slowly in the drizzle, completely forgetting the world around them. And the big red umbrella holding the old lady formed a sharp contrast with the gray sky and became so dazzling. What a wonderful picture that is! I suddenly felt that life is so lovely and precious.

The car finally arrived. I was glad that I didn’t miss that scene. This was God giving me an opportunity to shock my soul.

I jumped on the bus. There were not many people there. I chose a window seat and sat down, and soon fell asleep. The dream was also gray, but white feathers fell down and covered me gently...

When I woke up, it was raining heavily and the glass had changed. Very vague. I have never hated rainy days. Listening to the patter of rain outside the window, I feel very happy. The rain accompanies me home and I am not lonely. 500-word essay on the way home 10

Five thirty in the evening

I have just experienced the desperate struggle with the physics exam and the ups and downs of stepping on the A line in Chinese. I am exhausted physically and mentally and will embark on the journey. the way home. The sky had darkened very early, but even now it was still a heavy dark blue. I was standing in the corridor with my schoolbag on my back. The evening breeze was blowing. The height of the sixth floor gave people an otherworldly feeling. The square was very quiet. The glass of the library complex reflected the bright and distorted light and shadow of the teaching building, and the hazy darkness. Covering every corner, there is a noisy class behind them. The incandescent lamps illuminate the classroom as bright as day. The students are immersed in the relaxation after the exam and the joy of going home. In front of me and behind me, I felt like I was standing at the junction of two worlds.

Go home...

Six o'clock in the evening

Sometimes I feel that taking the bus at night is quite poetic, taking a speeding car When looking at the night scene, it is like an endless golden line. And on the bus, the bus always bumps slowly, and I can always see the colorful magic of light and shadow in the night through its wide windows. During the day, the building is dull and square. At night, there is a beam of white light from bottom to top, like a peacock opening its tail, which is wonderful and dreamy. Two rows of bright street lights sandwiched between the endless stream of car lights shine brightly in the darkness. The car is very crowded. People standing are swaying from side to side, turning on bright incandescent lamps, looking out the window at the thick darkness mixed with dots of light. , inside and outside the window, it is like sitting at the junction of two worlds.

At half past six in the evening

I squeezed out of the car with difficulty from the crowd. The evening wind blew, making me shiver. The station was still some distance away from the community. I plugged in my headphones and walked home slowly. Next to the road were shops, large and small. In the restaurants, plates of food were being brought out. It looked like I was very hungry. Some shops are hung with iron chains, which look desolate and strange at night. Along the way, we discovered that many stores have undergone different changes: they have been renovated, moved, changed hands... Life is changing every day, but we did not notice it. When I walked to the gate of the community, a young security guard was playing with his mobile phone in the cold wind. He looked up from time to time and looked around. In the security room, an old man in his late fifties was wearing reading glasses and squinting at the newspaper. Everything became more familiar to me. Arrived home.

A world that truly belongs to me. A 500-word composition on the way home 11

A tired bird returns, and a fallen leaf returns to its roots. When we were young, we longed for countless distant places, but when we are tired or injured, we always look back to find the most familiar hometown, which comforts a foreign land. Guests, comforting the heartbroken...

My hometown is not developed, it is an ordinary small town, with red stone tile walls and cement alleys. Vertical, horizontal, diagonal and curved, it is like entering a trance formation. Every midsummer, the heat is steaming, and most of the towns are enveloped in a dull scorching mist. In the evening, the sun shines to the west, and in the shadow zone formed by the buildings, people in the houses sit and lie in the alleys like crickets coming out of their holes. The smart ones quietly take advantage of the wind and usually stay in front of their homes.

The people in the alleys are simple and mellow, as if they have just come from the Taoyuan. They are spotless and happy. The old people go home and visit the west, chatting about daily life. The magnolia in front of the door is in full bloom, and its white petals seem to be blooming with dreams. People here savor and enjoy life peacefully, without quarreling over trivial matters or taking advantage of anyone. What they know how to do is play chess under the big tree in the courtyard and splash ink on the desk in front of the hall. I am fortunate to live here and witness the simple customs and poetic everything here.

Look at the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, and look at the clouds in the sky. At dusk, walking under the sunset, I just sigh "the sunset is infinitely beautiful". The broken branches of a weeping willow are placed in a bottle filled with clear water. The pointed buds are like brand new dreams that have just sprouted. Everyone is the protagonist of life and is creating their own world.

When it rains, the rain soaks into my hometown and covers the ancient alleys, as if it is gently bathing a baby.

The moss on the tiles and the budding flowers are also happily sipping the rain from the sky. Make a pot of tea, sit on a wicker chair, flip through an ancient thread-bound book, and sing "Rain Alley" lightly. Every flower and tree is full of aura, and the atmosphere is full of warmth.

I bowed my head and stood quietly, savoring the scenery around me. The sky and the earth blended softly, the streets were crisscrossed, the oak leaves fell on the mountain road, and the orange flowers brightened the post wall.

I walked and walked, looking back at my hometown at my feet. The meadows were deep and the rivers were thick. The beauty of hometown is like the clouds on the horizon, guiding the wanderer on his way home. 500-word essay on the way home 12

"Every festive season, I miss my family even more." The Spring Festival is coming. On the first day of the holiday, my father, mother and I got up early. I asked my mother why she got up so early. , it’s not dawn yet? My mother told me that because there were many cars going home, she was afraid of traffic jams on the road, and most importantly, my father and mother were eager to return home and wanted to get home early.

The car was driving on the highway. Just after we left Hangzhou, the sun slowly rose behind us, and it was bright red. We went westward, passing through Zhejiang Province, Jiangsu Province, Anhui Province, and finally arrived at Henan Province. 1000 kilometers. We also passed major water systems such as Taihu Lake, Yangtze River, and Yellow River. You can have a panoramic view of the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.

In addition to enjoying these beautiful views, I saw some uncivilized and traffic-violating behaviors on the road, such as: cutting queues at service areas, making loud noises in restaurants, and throwing things out of the car window on the highway. Garbage and traffic jams occupy the emergency lane. I really hope that when I go back to my hometown next time, I won’t see these uncivilized phenomena.

I played a very interesting game "Chasing the Sun" in the car. I thought I was in front of the sun and the sun was running with me. But at some point, the sun ran in front of me. I let Mom speeded up and caught up with the sun. Mom told me that we couldn't catch up with the sun. The red sun was about to set, and I waved to it. At this time, I happened to be stuck in traffic and was seen by my uncle in the opposite lane. He also waved to me, with a bright smile on his face. It was getting dark gradually, and we were still on the way home. Unknowingly, I fell asleep, as if I had a dream, dreaming of cars driving neatly on the way home... 500-word composition on the way home. 13

“The beauty of mountains and rivers has been talked about since ancient times!” What does beauty look like? Is it "when the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue?" Is it "the swallow grass is as green as silk, and the green branches of Qin mulberry trees are low?" or "the orioles are singing thousands of miles away, reflecting the red green, and the wine flags in the water villages and mountains are winding?" along the way, Personally experiencing it, the dreamlike, poetic and picturesque scenery made me mesmerized.

"Wow!" A shout woke up all the passengers in the car. In an instant, the whole car was in an uproar, dumbfounded, opening their hazy eyes, their heartbeats accelerated and their breathing slowed.

What comes into view is a sea of ??clouds. Between the mountains and peaks, the sea of ??clouds looks like a light edge, covering up those strange peaks and scenery without a trace. When the wind blows, the veil suddenly disappeared, and each wonderful scene appeared before our eyes; from a distance, the white clouds were like white butterflies, dancing around the mountains; when the car drove to a high place, the sea of ??clouds was like an endless sea of ??clouds. The ocean submerged a mountain peak in it, and only the top of the mountain was exposed, like a small island in the sea, appearing and disappearing in the clouds and mist, making people feel like entering a fairyland. In an instant, raging waves rolled up, and a Ye Xiaozhou rippled on the sea, sometimes splashing small waves. After a while, the sea disappeared, and rolling mountains appeared. At this time, a small cloud floated up, turning into an eagle and flying around the mountains. If nature is the source of poetry and painting, then clouds are a masterpiece of nature.

Immediately, what came into view were green mountains, flowing water, and waterfalls. We seemed to have entered a dream world: the mountains stood in the fog, the water flowed on the mountainside, and the waterfalls were "falling into the sky". The mountains are surrounded by clouds and mist, and the mountains are vaguely hazy, bright and dark, making us feel like they are in heaven. Sparse stones, across the exposed river bed, across the slippery pebbles, with the gurgling water, and the swaying small trees, bring infinite vitality to this lonely road; the laughter echoing in the valleys on both sides also brings this deserted place. The road brought a change of the noise of the city.

Time flies, in imagination and nostalgia, that eternal moment, that rare intoxication, is frozen in the journey. Homecoming Essay 500 words 14

Gao Zhilong and I decided not to take the bus and walk back to school.

But instead of walking all the way, we got off the bus halfway!

On the way home, I also met a classmate who was riding a bicycle here. After a few casual chats, we dispersed here.

At this time, the two of us were walking in this place together. We felt very excited. Although we have lived here for more than a year, we are very unfamiliar with the place here. Sometimes I don’t know if I’m on the right path. Maybe it’s because we always stay in the dormitory, so the environment around the school is very unfamiliar!

We are following Gao Zhilong’s feelings at this time. We are not worried about whether we will go back, because I know in my heart that this is near the school. The worst is that if I take the wrong road, I will come back. Well, if you really can’t, just take a taxi back!

Gao Zhilong began to doubt whether he was going the right way, because he said that there used to be an uphill road when taking a taxi, but now we have not met it. Although we have some doubts in our hearts, we still Walked forward.

In less than five minutes, we saw a sign for Chongwen Road. I knew at that moment that I was on the right path, because outside our school is Chongwen Road. Sure enough, behind this is the uphill road that Gao Zhilong remembered. At this time, I also remembered that I walked here, and it was the first day of school!

After spending about half an hour, we returned to the school gate! A 500-word essay on the way home 15

The youthful years are bitter and moving, with mottled memories, beautiful and melancholy. When time passes by, only a unique smile remains, and an unforgettable desolation...

When I was a child, I longed to grow up. Twenty years later, the sadness lingering in my heart was touched by memories. Without a wry smile, I gained a tired heart and lost the peach blossom garden in my heart. Every time I look back at the little flower in the gap on the road of life, I wonder whether it is strong or weak, why it feels sad, and whether it is also looking forward to the sunshine.

Every stroke of the years is solemn and cruel, and it loses its track. The hazy mist makes it difficult to see the way forward, leaving me alone to stumble and gradually become haggard.

Now that I have experienced all the sorrow I feel, I want to talk about it, but it’s not that I dare not mention it, but because no one can share it with me, so I can only express my feelings in Mo.

There was also a sudden enlightenment, and that encounter became a comfort in my heart. I thought it would be forever, but under the beating of time, it changed and died, leaving me full of loneliness and the fear of yesterday.

People fly south, and when I turn around and look back, I am already afraid of being in love with each other, the world is like a play, who can see clearly inside and outside the play, maybe the bond I had is just a script, and what is left is a character That's all, there were just a lot of tears at the end.

In the cardamom years, there is no greenness, leaving only the vicissitudes of time, existing like ants, as humble as weeds, and biting like the cold wind. How do I live? The sky above my head is full of haze, and the faint light of night accompanies me. I want to escape from the hustle and bustle of the city, taste the fragrance of peach blossoms in March, feel the touch of spring, and forget the scars of the years.

I wish that the wasted years were just dreams, but the reality is so real when I wake up from every dream. In life, if there is a gap between heaven and earth, it will happen suddenly. When will we be able to get out of the current powerlessness? I don't think life will be full of regrets.

The long road of life, where is the way back?