Composition Picture: A person walking up the stairs and a group of people walking up the elevator

I woke up in the thatched cottage with the first light of daylight, and I was alone. I hesitated, not knowing whether to wait here or go on my way alone. Facing the vast wilderness, I said loudly: "If you want to go fast, go alone; if you want to go far, go in a group. Then tell me, should I go alone or go together?" The wilderness was filled with chaos. Calm. The sound of hunting wind seems to tear apart the soul.

"I have no way of knowing what you mean. But I will definitely choose to travel alone." Your voice rose up, shocking me with surprise. I trace the source of your voice and recall the misery and struggle of Mrs. Xianglin in your writing.

You said that whenever a person has a new idea, if he gets approval, it will promote his progress; if he gets opposition, it will promote his struggle. If you scream in front of strangers, but strangers are silent, neither agreeing nor opposing, how sad is this? So you think of it as loneliness. I understand your struggle. In such a dark age, you used your pen as a halberd and went on the road alone, and you actually tore out a piece of light from the darkness. The people of the country woke up in the light. You walk faster than the rest of the world, and the loneliness on your road is like a beast that rubs your soul every night. Your loneliness can only be understood when you pick up your pen and smile. You use your pen, your blood, and your courage to take on all things to lead the way for the world. The group of people behind you walked faster and faster because of this. I faced the wilderness and said with a smile: "Sir, you are a brave man."

"When everyone gathers by the river to sing loudly about life, I will definitely return to the deserted mountains." I sat on the ground and listened. Haizi chanted slightly.

You said, I don’t want to walk in the hustle and bustle with others, I would rather embark on the spiritual road alone. It doesn't matter how fast or slow it is, or how far it is. I just want to harvest the depth of the road, face the sea, and see the flowers blooming in spring. I understand your state of mind that "you can only enjoy yourself, but cannot give it to you". You embark on your own path with a pan flute song. Just like the chrysanthemums falling on the fence, plum blossoms and cranes. The Sanskrit sounds you play with your body are tempting to dream. Only those who are dedicated to the spiritual path can dream. The commoners wear clean tea, the scent of musk and fermented wine makes them happy as worldly people.

Echoes gradually arise in the wilderness, starting from "Living alone in the stream, it is like a master's weeds. I sleep all night singing, and my arrows will never be in ashes." "Sleep words, eternal arrows," ("Poetry? Wei Feng? Examination") means: By the side of the mountain and stream, the wise man is magnanimous and generous. Waking up from sleeping alone comes from words, and the fun in this never forgets that "the world's power and money burn like fire (should be: from listening to the world's human rights are like fire), but they cannot burn the heart of lying clouds"; from "the path of everyone, it should be a long journey" ” to “I’m on my way with the world.” I was relieved in the sound.

In the journey of life, there must always be some individuals who are willing to accept loneliness and open the road alone. They walk faster and endure more hardships, but they not only find their original intention, but also open up trails for subsequent travelers. . A group of people supporting each other will inevitably go slower and farther. It is this group of people who have built the pyramid of human civilization.

I picked up my backpack and decided to hit the road alone.

Comments: This is an argumentative essay with a clear context. It begins with my own hesitation: "I don't know whether to wait here or go on the road alone." In the middle, I wrote the revelations of Lu Xun and Haizi in the second person, and at the end I wrote, "I picked up my backpack and decided to go on the road alone." The article closely focused on the relationship between the title "walking alone" and "walking in a group". The article not only shows the author's broad reading range, but also has an in-depth understanding of Lu Xun and Haizi, as well as a unique understanding of their works and the "Book of Songs" and other classics. The article also shows the author's profound language skills, such as " In such a dark age, you used your pen as a halberd and went on the road alone, and you actually tore out a piece of light from the darkness. "You walked faster than the world, and the loneliness on your road was like rubbing your soul every night." "Beast." and other sentences are very vivid and contagious.