On the way, the third grade composition

In our daily study, work or life, everyone is familiar with writing. Writing is a transition from internal language to external language, that is, from compressed and concise language that we can understand to developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is my composition on the road in grade three. Welcome to share.

On the road 1 In our youth, we are all struggling to pursue our dreams. On this road full of thorns and occasionally blooming flowers, I always look forward, because I am in a hurry, and I have no time to take care of the roadside scenery. Now, I want to have a rest and look back at the road I have traveled.

At the end of the road, there is a green milestone with the word self-confidence engraved on it. This reminds me of the past. At that time, I was in the sixth grade, and the school was running for the host of Children's Day on June 1st. Each class must elect a representative. Because I am the most fluent in Mandarin in our class, I was chosen. At that time, I was very timid and never spoke in public. What should a campaign host do? Later, I asked the class teacher to discuss this matter, and the class teacher only told me, believe in yourself, you can do it. Later in the election campaign, my heart was still beating like a rabbit. Facing the judges and teachers in the audience, my mind was blank, my eyes wandered around and I stumbled on the stage. At this time, I saw a familiar look, kind and full of encouragement. Below is a warm smile, next to a clenched fist ... that's my class teacher. Why did she come? Is it to make me happy? Then a warm current came to my heart, and the little rabbit in my heart slowly calmed down. I quickly remembered the content of the speech, and finally passed the election successfully, and thunderous applause rang out from the audience ... from then on, I understood what confidence is.

In front of the milestone, there is a fork in the road, where I saw the road sign I inserted. It is engraved with the words "unwavering". That summer vacation, we came to Tsinghua University. Looking at this shining door with countless honors, I was deeply impressed; Looking at this beautiful environment, I was intoxicated; Looking at this student with a youthful smile, I am very moved. Thinking of my parents' high hopes for me, a belief arises spontaneously &; & I want to go to Tsinghua! Since then, I have understood what I want to pursue, and I have been examining whether I have shaken this belief along the way.

Then I saw a bunch of lush flowers on the road. So, I was immersed in the joy at that time. It was the first day of junior high school. Facing the new environment and challenges, I always tell myself that I must work hard and not be looked down upon by others. As a result, I study every day while others are playing games. Finally, many good things happen. In that final exam, I became the first in the whole grade, which made those who laughed at me sit up and take notice, and my joy was hard to express. This is the result of my efforts. Since then, my confidence has doubled and my dream has been strengthened.

Then, I saw a bunch of thorns stained with blood, and I immediately felt the pain at that time. It was an exam failure, and the actual score was far from the target score. I was overwhelmed by self-esteem, crying, and even a little negative. Finally, with the help of my classmates and teachers, I stood up again. From then on, I really understood that failure is the mother of success, and I also felt the warmth of the collective. Although there is my blood on the thorn, it gives me growth, which is worth it.

Then, I found a red sweater that my mother once knitted in the middle of the night, which made me feel the warmth of maternal love; I also heard the familiar "Singing the Motherland", which is the song that our class participated in the singing competition. I felt the cohesion in the class ... I looked back on the dribs and drabs along the way, a little alert and a little moved.

But I can't just miss the scenery behind me. People always have to look forward. So, I packed my bags and continued to run on the road of chasing dreams. ...

There are countless roads in the world, and each road has witnessed a story, growing step by step. From the narrow path to the wide road, I received my story and growth, but most of them were forgotten by me, only the way home, I still remember clearly.

Growing up, I have always had an attachment to my family. In kindergarten, I played with my friends all day, and I was very tired physically and mentally. But when the teacher said that school was over, I had an indescribable spirit and rushed to the gate to find my father's car. Sitting in the car, stepping on the way home, the breeze blew, so many strangers passed by. Changing neon lights, endless stream [note: Sichuan: river]. Describe pedestrians, cars and horses as continuous as running water. The serenade played in the car is light and melodious, which is the happiest time of my day. Music edifies my sentiment. The way home is the way to purify the soul.

After countless winter and summer vacations, I grew bigger and bigger and entered the primary school. People get bigger and have more troubles. When the school bell rang, I stuffed my homework into my schoolbag and got together with my classmates in small groups. ], out of the campus. Seeing the different shapes on this road, it is graceful. ] Tree, I can't help but throw all the theorems and formulas aside, bend over to smell the flowers and reach out to "harass" the focused bees in the flowers. Dance like a butterfly. ]; Listen to the swallows whispering. Enjoy childhood happiness in a good mood. The troubles in learning vanish in an instant [note: nothing: no,no. Become nothing. Completely disappear or fail. ]。 I seem to be talking to the heart of nature, and everything is so beautiful. The way home, the way of spiritual dialogue.

The wheel of time is turning, and in a blink of an eye, I was pushed around to junior high school. Of course, I don't want to be pushed around. If I can't change it, I will definitely overthrow it. When the school bell rang, I also stuffed my homework into my schoolbag, carried my schoolbag on my back, wandered around the street with several classmates until it was dark, and then went home at the speed of spacewalking. My parents must be waiting at the door. I was scolded by my parents and told to go home on time. I don't want to be pushed around by them I rashly said that I should have personality, which made them fly into a rage. ]。 I really couldn't stand this cruel family reprimand, so I immediately went back to my classmate's house along the original road. At that time, I even hated this road and really hoped it would disappear. At my classmate's house, at night, I felt lonely and remembered my parents' kindness to me in the past. My homesickness grew stronger and stronger, which kept me awake at night. I began to miss my warm home and the road that used to collect my childhood. After school, on the way home, the breeze blows slowly, leaves rustle, flowers smell fragrant, birds chirp and go home together. I am more determined to go home, and my parents are still waiting at home. This road accepted me; My family accepted me. The way home is the way to return to the soul.

The way home is to cherish the joy of childhood and purify the soul. It is a lighthouse leading to the harbor of home, and it is precisely because of this lighthouse that it helps me adjust my life direction and correct my life path.

Life is never too young or too old, everything is just right-inscription

What does youth mean?

From being protected from birth to being able to face the bustling world, youth means independence; From initial ignorance to current confusion, youth means growth; From caring for family to caring for parents; Youth means responsibility; From crying when I was a child to being strong and brave when I grew up, youth is to move forward bravely.

Youth is not age, but mentality. For people in their early twenties, youth has just set sail. Without the protection of family, the first theme of youth is independence. As the book says, "The real pressure that youth brings to life is not the certificates and achievements that need to be accumulated, but the insecurity of not seeing the future." But please don't be afraid. Youth is used for confusion and anxiety. As long as you put all your energy into thinking and struggle, your future life will be very exciting. It is because I am young that I can afford to hurt. Youth needs constant trial and accumulation. Miracles are formed bit by bit. As long as you don't stop, you will reach your destination one day. It is important to start today. There are countless unpredictable possibilities in life, and so is youth. Only by constantly trying new possibilities can youth not be wasted and life not regret. At the same time, please give yourself some time to reflect on your youth, recall the past and look forward to the future. Only by preparing a mirror for yourself will you not lose the direction of life. If you walk aimlessly, you will eventually go in the opposite direction and become a reckless person. So please take some time to reflect on yourself when you are trying to move forward, just like "clenching your fist is for a better counterattack". Reflecting on yourself is not a waste of time, on the contrary, it is to increase efficiency for your next progress. Youth, even if you are in your early twenties, your life is only about seven o'clock at the moment and you are about to go out to work. Don't think that your life is half over, and your life has just begun. So, work hard, don't waste this wonderful youth time, don't really spend half your life, and begin to regret that you didn't work hard when you were young. Life is not a rehearsal, every day is a live broadcast. So, work hard and prove yourself and others with your efforts. The stage is as big as your heart. I believe that as long as you work hard and diligently, the whole world will be your unique stage. But only with hard work can there be results.

However, what kind of mentality should we use to face youth?

First, confidence. Always say that self-confidence is the key to success. Only by believing in yourself will you not give up easily before encountering great difficulties. Face youth with confidence, even if you fail, you will lose beautifully, not to mention that youth can't afford to lose. Second, insist. I like a sentence in the book very much, "On the road of life, what matters is not how fast your pace is, but how far you have gone and what kind of dream you have finally realized!" On this road, what can help you persist is persistence. Even if rejected, laughed at and spurned, so what? With a confident attitude, persistent personality and practical actions, prove to them whose era this is.

Youth, you stand alone at the crossroads of life, maybe you can't see the road ahead clearly. When a train is about to leave, don't look around and waste time, no matter where it goes, we'll talk about it when we get on the bus. Youth is a function. Even if you press a wrong key on your mobile phone, the machine will never explode. So, work hard. Now is not the time for you to be sentimental. Even if you stumble, what youth needs is that experience. Youth is on the road, are you ready? Come on, friends!

On the road, there are a group of swallows, a group of swallows dressed in black.

There is something suffocating in the sky, and I can't help frowning. I can't see the road ahead. "Still so far!" I shouted out of breath.

"What are you doing? You must measure 800 meters. I am bored to death! " There are also 10 million students around, unwilling and helpless, dragging their legs like lead, and slowly running forward.

Without a breeze, the forehead soon climbed up the dense sweat, and the swing of hands gradually became smaller. I looked up and a group of black figures caught my attention.

What are those? I'm suddenly confused.

A closer look reveals that it is a swallow with a black-and-white tail like scissors. How can they compose music on the playground instead of sitting on a telephone pole?

One by one, they circled over the lawn in an orderly way, like crawling on the ground looking for something, like an explorer, without any intention of flying high, just circling over and over again, not knowing whether they were tired or not.

"Where there are such swallows, they can't fly high. What's the point of wandering around? " I feel a little lost in my heart, like for this swallow and for myself who is running.

The wind suddenly blew through my hair, crossed my forehead, and swelled up a wide school uniform, which made my heart as refreshing as a mountain spring pouring down.

As if suddenly helping infinite power, the swallow did not hover on the green lawn, but flew high. Or a swallow, a swallow in black. They use the power of the wind to revive their wings and fly like that high place, without a trace of concern, just flying upwards.

Gradually stopped, suddenly found that when watching swallows, I had unconsciously run a lot of roads, even surpassing some students just in front of me. Corners of the mouth can not help but raise an elusive smile. "Then stop. Anyway, it's almost ready I'm exhausted. " I thought to myself.

Eyes involuntarily glanced at the group of swallows.

A miracle happened!

Yes, those black swallows, those ugly swallows! Like black lightning, it goes straight into the sky and tends to try to compete with the weather. They hold their heads high, look straight at the unreachable blue sky, and March proudly towards their dreams. There is no turning back. Are they also thinking, soon, I will be one step closer to that sky?

I was shocked. I waited for a while, watching the swallow turn into a black spot, disappear, and reach a place I can't see.

They are warriors, they are brave people in Gorky's works!

What about me? Just because of a little gain, I am complacent. On the way to running, I want to give up and stop to have a rest. Hit by a little setback, I hid my dream tightly and dared not face it again. This will not be a brave man, but a coward!

I want to be a swallow, not a loser!

Another gust of wind, when passing my heart, ripples. Are you encouraging me? Are you satisfied with my consciousness?

I clenched my fist and ran to the finish line.

"Look at those swallows, flying so high!" The students burst into exclamations. I didn't look up again this time, just smiled indifferently.

On the way to running, a group of ugly swallows flew by, encouraging me to pursue my own blue sky!

Or a flock of swallows in black.

On the road, I saw the figure of the laborious cart and the van crawling almost a little. I couldn't help but ignore the sense of urgency because of a memory that came to my mind a few days ago. I immediately braked and locked it on a lamppost on the side of the road. I just took two steps, and I was surprised to find that it was so deja vu here.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" I ran back dozens of meters and came to the sweaty young man behind the moving van. I asked generously, "Let me help you push it together." The young man showed a puzzled expression on his face, as if he hadn't reacted yet. Another young man who controlled the steering wheel in the car was also a little surprised, as if he couldn't believe that someone would take the initiative to help them solve their difficulties. I think I had the same expression at this time a few days ago. "I think you should need help." I insisted, and then they understood what I meant, showed a relaxed expression and nodded, "Thank you." Hearing this, my heart was warm, so a pair of strong hands appeared behind the car.

The only difficulty they met was that the car ran out of gas. There is a gas station just 200 meters away. With my help, the car has advanced a lot. Many people on the road cast curious eyes. They didn't seem to understand why a student in a neat school uniform pushed a travel-stained youth cart. Soon I arrived at my destination, and I left happily with the thanks of two young people.

When I came to the lamppost just now and looked at my variable-speed bike, my thoughts could not help but go back to that afternoon a few days ago. The same sunset is about to set, the same crowd is flowing around me, and it is also on the way home from school. The difference is that I need help this time.

I turned my bike over and looked at the source of the crash just now, only to find that the chain of the rear wheel drive was stuck. I tried to shift the chain to its original position, but the hard iron sheet could not move it. I tried again and again, but the chain didn't mean to move at all. As time goes by, I can't help feeling a little helpless. I felt the eyes of several pedestrians several times, but no one stopped to help me. Maybe they are all busy with things.

"Can I help you?" I was taken aback and turned around. I saw a middle-aged man in sportswear looking at me with concern. "What's the problem with the car? There is a problem with the chain. " It seems that he has been paying attention to me for some time. I nodded and told him my predicament. He went to the car, observed it and said, "Well, it's stuck." Then he pulled out the iron piece, and his strong muscles trembled as if he had infinite strength. Bang, the chain returned to its original position, only to see him shake the pedal a few times and say to me, "It's fixed." A kind face, almost like a kind uncle looking at his nephew. However, he is just a stranger.

I kept thanking you until I got on the bus and left. I didn't ride far, so I stopped to wave back and felt warm in my heart.

Whether it is helping or being helped, it all happens on the way after school, and it all comes from strangers, which makes people feel deeply warm. Someone helped me when I needed help, so I am willing to help others in the footsteps of life like that uncle. I hope that everyone's pace of life will not be so hasty that they have no time to take care of the hands around them that are eager to help.

From then on, on the way to school, there was one less driver and one more helpful figure.

On the way, I want a blooming life ... "My hoarse voice is singing out-of-tune songs in my ear. I can't bear to plug my ears and tell myself to be polite to my elders. At least that's my uncle.

That's right, this man in dusty motorcycle suit, ripped jeans and chicken nest head that hasn't been washed for three days is my uncle.

The summer vacation after the exam was too long to kill. When I heard that my out-of-tune little brother was going to travel around the world by motorcycle, I joined him without hesitation.

I have to admit, this trip is really hard. In order to save money, we only brought a small amount of cash. You can only eat fast food and stay in a youth hostel. As for the wind-wrapped sand that can't take a bath for three days, it is more common to have these difficulties. I don't have no complaints about this, but when I saw the scenery that was amazing enough for my life, all the difficulties vanished in my heart.

Have you seen Qinghai Lake in August? It is like a piece of jade left by God carelessly. The lake is calm, like a fine jade mirror. The lake is deep, and countless dark tides churn peacefully in it. It is so green, so prominent, so green that it seems to drip into my heart, so deep, it caresses all my frowning brows like my mother's warm hand. I can't forget that moment. I stood silently by the lake, and everything was silent. There is only one person and one lake between heaven and earth. I will slow down my breathing, inhale and exhale at the same time as the lake, and my mind will be blank. Until that moment, all my impetuousness, resentment and anger were washed away. My uncle has been standing by without saying a word, silently facing the lake and finished smoking a cigarette.

From then on, I am still me, but I am no longer me.

I saw on the news that a father took his four-year-old daughter on a trip to China. After reading it, my first reaction was envy. When the child is still in the stage of knowing nothing about the world, the father acts as a guide and shows her around the world. How many of us have only studied thousands of books, but none of us have walked the Wan Li Road? I think there are not a few. Those nouns that can only be read in books, cities, have never been personally felt and experienced. And how lucky this little girl is, at an early age, she can realize the long-cherished wish that many of us may not be able to realize for a long time to come.

From this, I think of a physics teacher in high school. His name is Lan Huiyun. It is famous for leading a dozen students who have just finished the college entrance examination to start a mighty cycling journey. He led students through seemingly unreachable terms in geography books-karst landform, Danxia landform, Loess Plateau ... He led students to measure the world with wheels. How lucky to meet such a teacher?

I believe that this little girl who followed her father's "adventure" when she was young will be proud of her extraordinary experience and having such a unique father when she grows up. Those heroic teenagers who are about to enter the university will also have the calmness and confidence to see the world. Just like me, my seemingly unprincipled and unreliable little brother gave me a hard hand in an important place in my life.

The best education is never oral, but practical. You can never know the whole picture of the world from other people's mouths, and you can only explore and discover it by yourself.

The best education is always on the road.

Youth is not accidental, so it is normal; Youth is not a time machine, so it cannot be crossed; If you don't shoot, you can't stay; It's not sweat, so you can't throw it away at will ... Youth has too many words to decorate, and it becomes gorgeous, which makes people look forward to, enrich, cherish and miss.

Youth is like a prelude to the climax of a song. You can only feel the surge when it comes and expect the surprise and excitement it may bring, but you never seem to guess what will happen next and whether the result is the same as expected. Therefore, the road of youth is full of unknowns, struggles and fortitude.

In fact, not to mention people, other lives are also experiencing youth and everything on the way to youth.

In spring, butterflies break into butterflies; In summer, cicadas sing; In autumn, the leaves are fluttering; In winter, cold plums are fragrant. In their world, struggling life is youth.

Spring has passed, and a group of photos of butterflies taken by artists are still there, but there will be no more butterflies in the photos. But at least some people know that the caterpillar is its former life. When it breaks into a butterfly and leaves a beautiful figure, it is good to remember its beauty. I just don't know if I will be sad because my life is short. After all, the butterfly's life is only a few short days. It is said that butterflies don't eat, just look for love, mate or lay eggs, and soon die naturally. Next spring, it will be a beautiful cocoon-breaking butterfly.

Life should be as brilliant as summer flowers, and there must be a bitter story behind it. So is cicada. The brilliance of life lies in the incomparable voice, which is so powerful that it seems to light up every day in summer and then persist for a whole summer. And its life experience is also quite tearful. After singing at the dawn of a summer day, I have to sleep underground for more than ten or twenty years, just to wait for the next opportunity to see the light of day and seize the opportunity.

Youth is too short for them, so they cherish it. If they meet, they must fight to the end.

I'm not a gifted student, and I can't talk about youth. But as a young man, I think youth is a sensitive topic in literature, media, film and television, sports and other fields. At the same time, I feel quite touched.

In ancient times, Qin Shihuang summoned people from all walks of life, elders and pharmacists to pound medicines and find prescriptions in order to stay young forever, but in vain. Gunpowder, one of the four great inventions in China, is said to have been invented by accident in the process of alchemy in order to seek medicine for youth and longevity.

In order to continue youth, people's efforts have either failed or achieved something else. Anyway, there is only one life and only one youth. Anyone who wants to rewrite youth will be as difficult as rewriting history.

"To Youth" said, "Youth will eventually decay, and time is fair to everyone. Everyone has only been fresh in recent years, and no one can afford to lose. " How crazy youth is, it makes children grow into teenagers, and makes teenagers gradually stay away from youth. I don't want to change all this. I know that everything I have done for change is in vain. I just want to cherish what I have in front of me, do what I should do, and be satisfied when I finally get out of my youth.

Youth is a powerful word. We wear youth badges and read the vows of young pioneers or league members. We will live up to our youth, work hard and strive to move forward.

Youth is on the road, and we are here. Shake off self-confidence, summon up courage and seize youth.