That road

In the county town of 1, there are neat yellow trees and green lawns on both sides of the path, and the flowers are overflowing ... but all this still doesn't make me like it. I just took a fancy to the path in front of my house.

There is a path in front of my house, with trees on both sides and many small flowers and grasses hidden inside. It is very pleasant and urgent! In the middle of this forest, there is a clear lake, reflecting green trees, red flowers, blue sky and white clouds. There are groups of fish in the lake in spring, and tadpoles are born here. What a wonderful life! The breeze blew gently on my cheek, and my thoughts drifted to a few years ago. ...

I remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, as long as a car passed on this road, dust filled people's eyes. When you walk home from school, you can pat your face with your hand, not to mention; If it rains, it will be even worse. All the cloth shoes I wear have become water shoes. If I pass another car, all my clothes are labeled as "flowers" Once, when I was at school, I saw an aunt's wheel stuck in a mud pit. An uncle and I struggled to pull the car out, but unexpectedly, my uncle's hand was cut by the car.

In a blink of an eye, I have entered the third grade. I've changed, and the road has changed. It has become a gravel road, which is much more comfortable. No smoke, no turbidity. The number of pedestrians coming and going is gradually increasing. The old man at the door has nothing to do to take a walk and talk about reform and opening up. I can also enjoy the scenery on my way to school.

Time flies, 20xx years have passed. I was shocked when I set foot on this road again. The asphalt pavement is soft, and there are many tall buildings on both sides of the road, so more people come here to invest. At night, old people and children come out in twos and threes, more people go out to enjoy the cool, cheerful music plays and more people dance fitness. ...

You see, in just a few years, the road in front of my house has become like this. I can't help thinking that the road came out by myself. I believe that the road will be wider and wider in the future.

Path 2 14 years old, I am walking on the path blankly ... the buds of grass are quietly drilled by the roadside, and the flowers are in bud, but I have no intention to watch the birth of this life. There is no end in sight in front of this road.

Walking is a little tired. There are two roads ahead, which are called "diligence" and "laziness". Why don't you rest here for a while before you go? The sound of "clusters" on the tree seems to be the sound of picking leaves. The sun has escaped and fear has swept through. I couldn't help shivering all over and rubbing my arms with my hands crossed unconsciously. "Cluster ..." That voice is getting closer and closer to me. For an instant, my pupils dilated and I couldn't help exclaiming when I looked at the "immortal" in front of me.

The fairy said, "I can help you experience what will happen in these two ways in advance, but only once." Wow! Is it that good? I excitedly circled around the fairy. "I am worried about how to choose!" "I took a road called' diligence'. At first, I met some unpleasant things: the changeable weather, the clear sky in Wan Li one second, the dark clouds on my head the next, and I was soaked by the sudden heavy rain. But in the end, I was amazed by the beautiful scenery: mountains and rivers, waterfalls and layers of poetic smoke surrounded me.

I went back to the intersection of the second road, walked along the road and began to eat, drink and be merry. But then it was bumpy all the way: cliffs, fickle winds … I couldn't stand it, so I ran back along the same road. "Shua" I opened my eyes and found that it was just a dream. I stood up and walked to the fork in the road. I went to Qin. I watched the things on the roadside, and the flowers were slowly blooming. ...

One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs. With courage and dreams, I will go on!

That path is the path of my hometown.

The hometown is beautiful, the path is winding, and the path in the hometown is full of a child's love for his hometown. -inscription

Although I live in the city, I will never forget that I was a rural child.

The beauty of my hometown, the people in my hometown and the bits and pieces of my hometown are deeply imprinted in my mind.

Only that hometown road, I remember it best.

Grade one or two in primary school, studying in my hometown. Every day, I will go to school on that hometown path.

With the bright sunshine, fresh air and beautiful scenery on both sides of the path, I skipped to school.

On rainy days, many raindrops fall from the sky. On the path, on flowers and trees, on my umbrella. The rain kept falling and the path became more and more muddy. My shoes are covered with mud, but I won't complain about the raindrops, let alone the roads in my hometown. Looking up, let the drizzle fall on my face and taste the rain. It's sweet to my heart.

In the snowy season, I still walk on the path in my hometown. Snow covered the path and the wheat fields on both sides were covered with thick white quilts. I believe that this year's wheat is another bumper harvest! The path was quiet, except for the sound of "creaking, creaking" when one stepped on the snow. Is the path hibernating, too

On this hometown road, there are countless footprints and wheel tracks, but the road is still silently dedicated. On the road of this hometown, there are traces of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the joy of farmers and the success of countless students.

Now, I don't go to school in my hometown, and I can't often step on the path. The path has also been paved by the villagers, which is more beautiful!

I love the path in my hometown, its beauty, its dedication and its …

The road in that hometown ...

That path is full of my memories. Those memories are like white pearls at the bottom of the sea, some are sad, some are boring, and some are.

This path is paved with pebbles of different sizes. Although there are no exquisite patterns, they have their own natural beauty. The trees planted on the side grow in lush cages, and the dense layers of branches and leaves seal the path tightly, blocking people's sight and covering the blue sky.

In the morning, the fog rose from the valley, and the whole path was immersed in milky fog. The sun came out, and thousands of golden rays, like a sword, passed through the treetops and shone on thousands of pebbles, with all kinds of wild flowers, red, white, yellow and purple. It really looks like a beautiful big garden, not to mention how beautiful it is!

When I was a child, I always ran to the country road regardless of my mood. When I was angry, I picked up the pebbles on the road and threw them at the big tree on the side, saying angry words and throwing things; When I am bored, I pick up the fallen flowers, take off the petals, put them on a stone, and make juice with another stone for the little dolls in the house to drink; When I am happy, I will jump around on the path and enjoy the beautiful scenery. When I am sad, I will talk to the path. Even if it doesn't answer, I still regard it as my good friend.

However, in my student days, when I went to see it again, the country road had already disappeared. Its beautiful path has become a cement road; The big tree next to it was also cut down; It turned into a highway.

Xiao Lu, I miss you so much. Can you come back?

That path 5 Grandpa loves me very much, and I love Grandpa very much, but this family relationship comes and goes quickly.

When I was a child, I was very afraid of the path in front of my house. Every time I go to that path and see a reptile, I can't help but step back. My grandfather saw it, picked me up and said with a smile, "Are you afraid of such a small bug?" Ha! Ha! Ha! "I blushed shyly. As time went on, unfortunate things happened. Grandpa has liver cancer, but he doesn't want his family to know. One day, my grandfather and I went to that path again, but I was still afraid to walk. Grandpa said, "You are grown up now, and you can't be like before. Overcoming difficulties means overcoming yourself. "Listen to grandpa, I bravely took the first step. At this time, I heard grandpa's cheers, so I boldly walked forward and silently cheered for myself. Finally, after walking this path, grandpa came over and said, "clap for your courage, buy you squid to eat, and then take you to the amusement park, okay?" "good!" I am happy to answer.

In the evening, grandpa still told me stories to put me to sleep, but after a long time, grandma saw grandpa's worry and said, "Come to the hospital with me tomorrow." Grandpa paused and quickly declined, but still failed to stop grandma's insistence. As a result, I was shocked when I went to the hospital for examination. What? It's advanced liver cancer. The whole family collapsed and grandpa was admitted to the hospital. One day, I went to see my grandfather. I saw grandpa vomiting blood as soon as I entered the door. I was shocked at that time. Grandpa saw it and said, "Everyone has to go through birth and death. Don't be afraid, and don't tell grandma about it. " I was not sensible at that time, so I didn't tell my grandmother about it. However, this is the last time I saw my grandfather. That day, after our family took a family photo, he died.

Now, I came to this path again, looking at the familiar grass and trees, and my eyes were wet.

Grandpa and granddaughter miss you. ...

That path 6 There is a path at the back door of my house, which is the only way to the small forest. There are countless footprints there.

I set foot on this winding stone road, and colorful stones came into view. I heard that the stone road was only half built, but I still couldn't help but go deep. There is a neat row of poplars along the road, and the white trunk makes the grove brighter. They stood there straight as if escorting passers-by. Cross the gravel road and come to the grove. There is an ocean of flowers in the small forest. Blue flowers are particularly eye-catching in poplar forests. The round flower bed seems to have been carefully repaired, surrounded by red stones, reflecting a pool of blue flowers, dotted with empty Yang Shulin. I walked on and saw the real water on the beach, crystal clear. Small fish are swimming in the water, and the little red carp keeps blowing bubbles, as if to tell me that underwater creatures have given them a full meal …

I'm going home. I walked back on a familiar road and saw colorful stones and poplars escorting me, which made me linger. If I were an architect, I would definitely build my house on this road and feel its beauty with my heart.

There, I found a paradise on earth, where there is a combination of humanity and nature. That road still bothers me. ...

That path 7 hometown is beautiful, the path is winding, the path in hometown is full of a child's love for hometown, that path in hometown.

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Although I live in the city, I will never forget that I was a rural child. The beauty of my hometown, the people in my hometown and the bits and pieces of my hometown are deeply imprinted in my mind.

Only that hometown road, I remember it best. Grade one or two in primary school, studying in my hometown. Every day, I will go to school on that hometown path. Accompanied by bright sunshine, fresh air and beautiful scenery on both sides of the path, I skipped to school, and middle school students wrote "The Road to My Hometown". On rainy days, many raindrops fall from the sky. On the path, on flowers and trees, on my umbrella. The rain kept falling and the path became more and more muddy. My shoes are covered with mud, but I won't complain about the raindrops, let alone the roads in my hometown. I looked up and let the drizzle fall on my face, tasting the rain. It is sweet to my heart ... in the snowy season, I still walk on the path of my hometown.

Snow covered the path and the wheat fields on both sides were covered with thick white quilts. I believe that this year's wheat is another bumper harvest! The path was quiet, except for the sound of "creaking, creaking" when one stepped on the snow. Is the path hibernating, too On this hometown road, there are countless footprints and wheel tracks, but the road is still silently dedicated. On the road of this hometown, there are traces of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the joy of farmers and the success of countless students. Now, I don't go to school in my hometown, and I can't often step on the path. The path has also been paved by the villagers, which is more beautiful! I love my hometown path, its beauty, its dedication, its ... that hometown path. ...

Walking on the way to the Go class, there is always an unspeakable feeling. The scenery there is beautiful, except for the sound of cars running and the crisp sound of birds singing, the rest is only quiet. This is really a good place for people to walk.

I walked on that road. Ah, there are trees on both sides, as far as the eye can see The most conspicuous is the plum tree, and the whole road is filled with the fragrance of plum blossoms. Its flowers are blooming, pink, five petals are blooming, and the golden stamens straighten their backs under the sunlight. Plum blossoms only bloom briefly in winter. I really want to see them bloom one by one and thank them one by one.

At this time, there was a cry of "Ji Ji" in my ear. Where does this clean and bright sound come from? Listen attentively, and hear such a voice coming from the tree again and again. Are they having a party or are they greeting me? I looked up at the sky and thought. At this time, the branches shook suddenly, and with a "Ji Ji", a bird flew past briskly. "oh! It turned out that the bird was playing! " I said to myself. Look, the lush trees are full of birds: some greet each other, some hold the branches firmly with their claws, and some fly from one branch to another. ...

A few more steps, I saw an egret quietly parked on the willow branch on the other side, how leisurely! Look, is it like a chubby white ball in a piece of green? How cute! Sometimes, egrets, calling for friends, fly into the blue sky in a patchwork way, which makes people can't help singing "A line of egrets goes up to the sky"!

This path makes me feel relaxed. At the end of the path, I silently bid farewell to it, and then walked to the Go class with brisk steps.

I didn't do well in the math exam, so I dared not go home, so I went to my cousin's house to hide. On the way, I saw an old man pulling a cart by the roadside.

The old man's clothes are in rags. In winter, he wears a pair of thin trousers and pink earmuffs. The wrinkles on his face cover his thin face like earthworms. Some passers-by quietly avoided him, but I remembered the "morality" and "conscience" that my mother talked about every day. I think all the friends next to me are blinking. They understood my intention, but they were embarrassed. I ignored my friends and the ridicule of passers-by and rushed forward to help push the cart.

After all, children are children, and the car is fast for a while and slow for a while. Fortunately, the partners came to help. We smiled at each other and tried to push the cart. I hold the rear of the car with one hand and the firewood with the other, then push with all my strength, then use one foot as recoil, lift one foot and put all my strength on it as recoil. When I push, the speed is obviously much faster. With the help of the three of us, the old man obviously didn't work so hard. He has just loosened his teeth, his veins stood out have recovered a lot, and his tight pace has slowed down a lot.

The old man probably felt something was wrong. Looking back, we immediately hid behind the firewood. As soon as the old man turned around, we came out to help him push the cart. Later, when we came to a slope, we were exhausted and no one wanted to push any more. At this time, I don't know who said, "Put on the red scarf and go!" "yes! Go! " I also said. So we put on the red scarf and pushed harder. Some people can't hold on, so they put their backs on the back of the car and support them with their feet. No one gives up, they always feel that there is a force driving us to stick to it. Finally, the car went over the slope and the old man got home. He never found us. After pushing the car, everyone was sweating, but no one took off the red scarf on his chest.

I didn't go to my cousin's house, but ran home. I want to tell my mother my grades, because I tried my best in exams and life!

The path is 10. I am walking on a country road. This country road twists and turns like a slender belt. Walking, walking, unconsciously came to the field. I saw the farmers' uncles bending over and working hard with hoes. From time to time, they straightened up and wiped the sweat from their foreheads with towels draped over their shoulders.

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The countryside is a beautiful and simple place, the countryside is a quiet and peaceful place, and the countryside is a place without competition.

I am walking on a country road. This country road twists and turns like a slender belt. Walking, walking, unconsciously came to the field. I saw the farmers' uncles bending over and working hard with hoes. From time to time, they straightened up and wiped the sweat from their foreheads with towels draped over their shoulders.

I am walking on a country road. A fragrance of flowers came to the nose. Looking around, in the endless fields in the distance, there are many rape blossoms, golden and golden, shining with dazzling golden light in the sun. Some rape flowers are in full bloom, some are in bud, they are smiling brightly and swaying gently in the breeze, very beautiful!

I am walking on a country road. A clear stream gurgled along the lawn. Several big white geese on the water are whispering to each other intimately. The lovely little fish suddenly jumped out of the water and jumped happily. Several towering trees by the stream have just grown fresh leaves and are reflected in the water. A breeze blew, rippling on the lake, looming. A piece of green grass on the lawn seems to be covered with a green carpet; Clusters of colorful wildflowers compete with each other; Several beautiful butterflies flapped their wings on the flowers, sometimes flying and sometimes falling. I don't know when a group of naughty children came on the lawn. Some of them shouted, laughed and ran, playing the game of eagle catching chickens; Some people are picking pebbles to play by the river. Several puppies also join in the fun, jumping around the lawn, chasing and playing, and barking from time to time, as if to say, "I want to play, I want to play!" " "

I lie on the grass, look up at the blue sky and white clouds, enjoy the breeze, listen to the laughter and feel the beauty of nature.

Path 1 1 In the county, the yellow subtrees are arranged neatly, the green lawns are arranged one after another, and the fragrant flowers are fragrant ... but all this still doesn't like me. I was fascinated by the path in front of the house.

In front of my house, there is a path with trees on both sides. There are many small flowers and plants hidden in it. I'm in a hurry! In the middle of this forest, there is a lake, and the clear lake reflects green trees, red flowers, blue sky and white clouds. There are fish on the lake. Spring is coming. Little t was born here. What a lovely life! The breeze brushed my cheeks and my thoughts drifted to a few years ago.

I remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, as long as there were cars on this road, dust filled people's sight. Walking home from school, you can photograph the dust on your body, not to mention the dust on your face. ; If it rains, it will be even worse. The cloth shoes I wear have turned into water shoes. If I pass another car, all my clothes will be labeled as "flowers". Once, when I was at school, I saw a menstrual car trapped in a mud pit. An uncle and I had a hard time pulling the car out. Unexpectedly, my uncle's hand was cut by the cart. When I was out of breath, when I went to school, the bell rang.

In a blink of an eye, I am in Grade Three. I've changed, and the road has changed. It turned into a gravel road. Much more comfortable. It is neither black nor muddy. The number of pedestrians is increasing gradually. Grandfathers in China can take a walk and talk about reform and opening up, and I can enjoy the scenery on my way to school.

Time flies. Since 20xx, when I set foot on this road again, I was shocked. The asphalt pavement is soft, and there are tall buildings on both sides of the road. More people come here to invest. At night, old people and children, in twos and threes, more and more people enjoy shadows, cheerful music and more fitness dances when they go out. ...

You see, just a few years later, the road in front of my house has become like this. I can't help thinking that I took that road alone. I believe the road ahead will be wider and wider.

That path 12 is a potholed and muddy path, full of joy, laughter and crying.

Mom, remember before? When I was still stumbling, you took me, held my hand and shouted "one, two, one, two" to teach me to take the first step.

I was five years old. Naughty, my friends and I played outside for a long time before going home. It was already dark, so you ran out with a flashlight and finally found me in the cement pipe outside the village. Angry and anxious, you punch out hard and I hide in the corner and cry. Darkness swallowed everything, the moon hid, and the wind blew like a banshee. I am very afraid that I will fall asleep soon. It was morning when I woke up. You woke me up, admitted my mistake and gave me a handful of candy.

Remember, I like to sit at one end of your apartment and swing out of the house with a stone at the other end. Then, the way home was full of laughter.

Fog, winter and December, bitter wind and rain. On a gloomy day, everything is lifeless, and there is still unmelted snow on the branches and willows beside me. Drizzle, muddy road, is it all for your farewell? Mom! You walked quietly without warning. I know you don't want to. You didn't tell us anything. You sleep underground today. It's me, your daughter, who sent you away on this happy road. Times have changed now, and things have changed. What does death use to call you away? Just like you used to coax me into using lollipops? Or a handkerchief? A new dress? Smart day? These. So can my daughter. I'm even willing to work ten times harder, okay? Mom?

Mom, can you still go home along the path in front of the door?

That path 13 is a long road of life, and only that path is deeply imprinted in my heart.

Being alone outside will inevitably make people feel a little sad and worried. That winter, I had to leave my parents for some reason and went to a strange city with an adult.

The cold wind blows at night, and no matter how warm and comfortable the place is, I can't control my playful heart. I walked out of the community and wandered the street alone for a long time. Seeing fewer and fewer cars on the road, I thought they had all gone home. As for me, when can I return to my parents' arms?

A strong feeling of homesickness suddenly welled up in my mind, and tears beat on strange streets like broken pearls. It suddenly occurred to me that today is menstruation's wedding day, so I had to dry my tears silently and squeeze out a reluctant smile.

Street lamps in residential areas are very dark. On the cold road, my back was pulled for a long time and finally merged into the infinite darkness ahead.

"Are you here?" Aunt came up to me with a flashlight. "I have been looking for you for a long time."

The familiar voice pulled me back from endless thoughts. After meeting someone I know, all kinds of helplessness and grievances have turned into tears. Aunt was at a loss, knowing that I was crying because I was homesick, she quickly comforted me.

"You are already a teenager, and you must leave your parents! If you leave your parents for one night, then I will get married and go home less and less. I can't cry! "

"But, you are an adult, and adults won't miss home!" At this moment, I am already crying.

"Adults how can don't want to home? You have to get used to this feeling. Everyone will leave their parents one day. If you like your parents so much, will you stop studying and stay with them every day? "

On the way back, my aunt told me a lot, lying in bed at night, I seriously reflected for a long time. Yes, everyone needs to be independent. A parting is to meet each other better next time. I must learn to be independent and feel a person's life, so that I won't back down in the future.

The path 14 is not far from my home. There are two roads. One is the street, full of traffic, coming and going, more beautiful at night, red, green, blue and purple flashing. But the other road is so remote that no one walks during the day, let alone at night. But I dare to go. I remember the first time I left, I took several partners to "explore". But I didn't find anything, but I thought it was fun. As a result, this has become a place where I often move. Playing there is very boring, walking there is very angry ... there are birds and flowers.

In spring, everything comes back to life. Birds are chirping, sparrows, magpies and orioles. They are singing, awakening the sleeping flowers, the spring breeze is blowing and the water waves are rippling. You can't see these scenery on that busy street.

In summer, cicadas call "cicadas know cicadas". The grasshopper is jumping. There is a small pond below, very small, but very green. Go and see, tadpoles and small fish can be seen in the bright water. ...

Herringbone geese fly slowly from the blue sky, yellow leaves fall with the wind, and autumn is here again. Maple leaves are red and fall on my face. The flowers on the roadside are blooming, blocking the road ahead. Yellow flowers are elegant, white flowers are noble, and purple flowers are warm and deep, splashing and blooming in the autumn wind.

Birds return to their nests and contract their wings. The buttonwood tree shook its bare branches, a bleak winter scene. This lonely path, only I will accompany it, and the scenery seems to be confessing it. On the narrow path, there is only one wind blowing dust and sobbing in a low voice. ...

Who will accompany this lonely road? This is always a question mark. I have been friends with this road for more than a year. This road has been forgotten forever. ...

The path 15 was there, which once left my footprints and shed my tears and sweat. It's in a place where no one has ever seen it. However, it uses its own life as a bet and its life as a bargaining chip, silently waiting for the miracle to come. It opens a chapter of life for itself, expecting someone to meet the first sunshine there and take away the last sunset.

I silently appreciate the scene of this paradise, and I don't know why the world abandoned it, abandoned it, and who personally wrote this title for the world. Perhaps, it has difficulties we don't know!

In one of our conversations, it said, "Life is written by yourself. You can write down the happiest things and the most leisurely days in your life. However, my life is like a floating cloud, with no distractions, no happiness and wandering around. " At this moment, we are silent to each other.

It has its own personality and choice. I may not have the right to change its view of life! God is unfair to everything in the world. However, we can often find our true selves in adversity.

Every journey on the road of life is not wasted, so we should savor it carefully. Life is like a train, and we will never forget what happened on the train. That path should be the scenery outside the car! Although, I am just passing by, however, it has taught me too much. It once said that it would work hard until it finished watching its life. Yes, at the last moment of your life, you will see angels hovering around you and taking you into another world. This is the life it expects.

In the end, it didn't wait for a miracle, because it cut off its connection with the world and decorated itself in a landscape next to the train. Watching every train silently.