The road is full of sunshine, and the composition is 800 words.

The autumn wind is cool, and the lawn on the roadside is covered with golden leaves. The following is my 800-word Sunshine Composition on the Road, for your reference only. Welcome to reading.

If the grass is green because of the fragrance of spring, the spring water is clear because of drizzle, and the birds are free because of the vastness of the sky, then I am warm because of grandpa's love.

Affection is a mellow wine, the more you drink, the more fragrant it becomes. When I was a child, once I left home, I was like a bird flying out of a cage. I can't stop shouting. I like to run in front of my grandfather, dreaming that I am a cheetah and breaking through all obstacles. Starting from the bluestone steps at the door, I ran, followed by my grandfather. I run fast and he chases fast. The faster he chased me, the faster I ran. On the way, I can always hear my grandfather shouting at the back: "Xiong Haizi, you will be caught by traffickers if you run again!" " I smiled back at grandpa and walked back along the old road.

At sunset, my grandfather and I sat on the bluestone steps. The sun was shining brightly, and his pale hair was dyed bright red, and the wind was silvery white. The sweat on my grandfather's face was quietly illuminated by the sun. He kept breathing like an old cow. A trace of silver hair suddenly fell and swayed in the wind, cutting the sunset in half. Grandpa smiled and touched my head, and I felt the warmth coming from his palm, and the affection slipped through my heart.

Take out the old wine and pour it into your heart. What burns is blood and love. Taste a cup of fragrant tea, sip a drop on the tip of your tongue, and the fragrance is care and affection.

Grandpa is like a cup of green tea, nourishing my heart.

Time is like a wild horse, unrestrained and flying freely in the field of life. I am a big boy, stepping into youth, and my grandfather is still tough. I like to go back to my hometown on holiday, move two rattan chairs under the weeping willow tree at my door, make a pot of good tea collected by my grandfather and listen to his stories. I like listening to Grandpa's version of The Old Man and the Sea best, because he always makes the original more exciting and thrilling.

I like grandpa's powerful voice best. He read Hemingway's famous saying: people are not born to be defeated. You can destroy him as much as possible, but you can't beat him. That kind of soul-stirring, that kind of momentum, under the scorching sun, the wind is so shocking that the sun seems to be shaking. Suddenly, I found a bean-sized sweat dripping from his gray hair and moving forward in the gully on grandpa's face. Maybe grandpa is really not as good as before. In the dim light, grandpa enjoyed his last life.

Time waits for no one, after all, grandpa was defeated. He didn't survive the biggest year in Tancheng, Leng Xue, when I was a sophomore.

While I was still spelling my homework at home, bad news came from my mobile phone.

The words over there made me cry: "Grandpa, Grandpa ..."

Ah, Time Bull, I am willing to exchange 10,000 grasses and 10,000 cups of spring water for staying with my grandfather in a quiet night, so that he can run with me, listen to his stories and be dyed happy by the sunshine.

Along the way, grandpa always shines on my heart like a beam of sunshine.

The road is covered with sunshine. In the past, in front of disheartened people, I always felt that they were not strong enough and brave enough. Even the difficulties of failure can't be overcome safely. I laughed at them for being too fragile. I never thought that in the face of failure and frustration, I would be overwhelmed by powerlessness. After all, I take success too lightly. When it was my turn, I lost proper limit, and my vulnerability has been repeated for a long time.

The road to success should be full of sunshine, passion, happiness and fighting spirit. Instead of being thrown into the bottomless abyss by disheartened emotions, you will never be able to turn over, and the degeneration will extend indefinitely to your life. Only sunshine can shine in your direction, so that you can see the road clearly and not get lost.

The winner's mentality is light and bright, while the loser's mentality is pessimistic and heavy. It's always gloomy, and only a storm will come.

When I took the exam, it was not ideal. People say I don't work hard enough, but it's not ideal. It's terrible. A sense of powerlessness surrounds us, and pessimism is like losing the whole world. Hearing others say that nothing is difficult in the world, I'm afraid it will ignite a little fighting spirit. But how can this single spark compare with the endless snowfield? It can't bring me even a trace of warmth, but I didn't just give up. The gloomy mood lasted until the next exam. I've been trying, but after the result came out, I couldn't believe my eyes. How is that possible? A month or so of hard work seems so pale and powerless in front of this paper. Same as last time or worse! This time, I am really disheartened. My disdain for the suffering of others and my ridiculous high-spirited pride have now become the biggest and most powerful mockery of myself. All right. It doesn't matter. I'm no longer worried about my grades. I let myself go, like drifting with the tide. Just try to do your own thing, be happy when you are happy and try to be happy when you are sad. Because recalling those things in the past, although showing due emotions, still has no good results. In that case, it's better to be happy. Nothing is out of reach. But the result surprised me again. It has gone up a lot. I also understand that you disheartened people have no passion and no fighting spirit. It's impossible to succeed. Only when you are full of sunshine and keep an optimistic attitude will there be miracles.

Sometimes, we should give up those little attachments. You don't have to lose everything because of one failure. The world will not change anything because of your failure and pessimism, but will become better because of your success and happiness.

Let's become strong and optimistic and keep a good attitude to face those failures and setbacks. The world is beautiful. As long as you calm down and feel it, you will always find your vastness. Losing those pessimistic thoughts and mentality is not something we should bear, nor can we bear. Too much burden will only crush you. We are all people who pursue success. We should always remember that people who pursue success are full of sunshine.

The road is covered with sunshine. 800 words (3) Many things that we thought we would never forget in our lifetime were forgotten by us in the days when we never forget them.

I have long forgotten a certain day in a certain month. I only remember that the winter was long and dull, and the girl played selflessly and carefree.

Snow seems to be a gift, dragging the tail of winter slowly arrival. The girl is still young, less than 1.5 meters tall and wrapped in a thick down jacket. There are a pair of naughty eyes under the fluffy hat.

Stand in the snow, close your eyes and cast a shadow with long eyelashes. Open your hands, touch the dancing snowflakes with soft fingertips, cool and seep into your skin, cold and happy.

For a long time, the snow stopped. The girl opened her eyes and her arms and hair were covered with glittering white dust. Sunlight shines on the snow through the air, and the slightly hard substance disappears and becomes soft. The girl lies on the ground and feels its beauty with her hair. Because of the cold, there is a faint coolness in the snow, which seems to be more comfortable than the quilt with soft touch. Sunshine and cold are lingering, neither cold nor hot.

Later, the girl slept in the snow for an hour until the snow penetrated into her pores and she became ill.

That silly and naive girl is me. I can't remember how old I was when I did such a ridiculous thing. That kind of feeling, sometimes when I think about it, there will still be a 45-degree mark on my mouth, just thinking about it. I lost it and I can't get it back. I don't know whether it is the growth of age or too much concern. Now that I'm thirteen, I won't have any more. Lying in the snow, afraid of dirty clothes, afraid of illness, afraid of being laughed at. There are many possibilities and impossibilities in my mind, but I can't do it after all. Time piled up into a huge number, just like the sentence I just wrote, it only took 20 seconds. My memory, like these 20 seconds, has passed and can never come back.

I know that neither the sun nor the snow will change. What changes is the heart. That memory is full of upward sunshine. The past snow made me carefree; Once that road, wandering was my shadow.

Where there is life, there are memories. Without resistance, there is nowhere to run. You are a person in the world, and memories are shadows. What is worth remembering will never be forgotten and touched. No matter bitter, no matter sweet, no matter happy, no matter sad, as long as full of sunshine.

My youth is a small wild flower planted outside God's Garden of Eden. When I was about to die in the storm, you turned into sunshine and saved me from endless darkness and cold. Since then, my youth is full of sunshine.

I remember, it was a beautiful spring day, and I sat by the window alone waiting for the teacher to attend class. "Ding Rinrin", you followed the teacher into the classroom, full of vigor and vitality. Two cute braids are cute and full of energy. The yellow coat is like the dazzling sun, and the warm sunshine suddenly shines into my cold heart. My dear friend, I can't believe I remembered you at first sight.

Not long after, the teacher made you vice monitor because of your excellent grades. This moment makes me afraid to make friends with you, and you take the initiative to make friends with me, regardless of my stupidity. Thank you, friend. Your enthusiasm has made my youth road extremely hot.

After that, we became good girlfriends, because your lively, cheerful and happy things always appeared by my side. However, what impressed me the most was the evening when it rained in Mao Mao.

As the school bell rings, raindrops fall from the sky like soft catkins. This rain is really a gift from God! It's a pity that we didn't bring an umbrella.

When I lamented the gray-blue sky, you came up to me and said, "Stop screaming, it's just raining in Mao Mao. By the way, I have a fun game. Do you want to join me? " I immediately stopped lamenting and turned my head.

Look at your naughty smile You said happily, "Let's watch the party in the rain. I tell you, walking in the rain is fun! " Let's go "Thanks to you, I first enjoyed the unique beauty of spring rain. The wild flowers outside the road are getting more and more beautiful after the baptism of spring rain. The red skirt is like the sun. Naughty raindrops are dancing interesting on the leaves. You will be as naughty as raindrops and break the mirror on the ground into pieces. The little frog in the grass was thinking of calling you so naughty, but he was attracted by your wonderful dance. I walked behind you, smiling at your beautiful figure and wonderful dance. I really think it's worth being scolded by my mother.

Finally, we graduated. I deeply remember how sad we were. It pains me to look at your sad eyes.

Now, we haven't met for a long time, but I always remember you, thank you, my dear friend, because of you, my youth is full of sunshine!

The road is covered with sunshine. 800 words (5) come and go like blind seasons. No matter how long the night is, the day will come, just like a forest without a road breaking through the sky. Finally, I understand that there must be cracks in life before the sun can shine in.

The years passed slowly, and the rings of time quietly turned fourteen spring and autumn. From the moment I was born, God of Love decided to shine the sunshine of love on me. The deep and shallow footprints on the road to growth have witnessed joy and trouble. I woke up in a dull pain and grew up, just like a crack in the sun, not fully blooming, but also as beautiful as fireworks.

Childhood passed by in a hurry, and I was in the flower season of my life. I began to have my own opinions and ideas, and I began to be impatient with my parents' triviality. The colorful flower season is also full of the black and gray of the Cold War. Ignore their problems and turn a blind eye to their concerns. The stubborn bird's nest is melancholy in its own world. Unreasonable anxiety is always easy to control my emotions. They still love me as always. When I was sick, I took my temperature all night, covered myself with a quilt and made medicine. It is false to say that you are not moved. In fact, your inner coldness has already been filled by their warm spring melting.

I am a strong girl. I always take my grades seriously and love to cry. So every time I fail in the exam, I can't help but leave "Jin Doudou" in the dormitory. Everyone will understand that in the dormitory, I never mention the exam, comfort them softly and wipe my tears with paper towels. Some people will say, "Cry again and enter the classroom with goldfish eyes tomorrow without being laughed to death"; Some people will make me smile through tears. In front of them, I will always laugh at zero. Being with them is just like being at home. Every day, a large group of good sisters share joys and sorrows with you. Can you not feel warm in your heart?

In class, the teacher always asks about the situation, just like mom and dad. He also severely criticized when he was angry and threatened to be punished, but such words have never been fulfilled. I know they love us, and they love us as their own children. When we have a cold and a fever, how can people who come from home at midnight to buy medicine for us be willing to punish us?

Along the way, there are pains, lessons, and the sunshine-like warmth of people around you. I still have to keep going. Even if you fall, get up. There will always be some unexpected accidents in life, and they will meet us somewhere ahead. Even if I feel dejected in the dark, I will still rush forward bravely in the sun at dawn the next day. With everyone's concern, I think I will never be alone. I will learn to be strong and brave after I am fourteen and never look back.

Youth is our capital. Today has passed, and we still have tomorrow. After fourteen, we still have fifteen, sixteen and seventeen. ...

The sunshine, blue sky and white clouds outside the window are covered with golden brilliance. Warm sunshine and rain are sprinkled on me, smiling, and you are there all the way. Even if there are cracks in growth, it will be bloomed into beautiful fireworks by the sunshine! Humming Sodagreen's Not-too-distant Future smells like the sun. ...

Postscript: it hasn't arrived yet, it will arrive later, and it will arrive soon. The warm sunshine spilled down.