Write a composition on the main road at the door.

1. How to write a 300-word composition on the main road at the school gate, adopt it ~

After school, I quickly packed my schoolbag and walked out of the teaching building, only to find that it was raining. I had to find a place to shelter from the rain and wait for my father to send me an umbrella. At this time, the school gate was crowded with parents who came to pick up my classmates. My head is a little dizzy, and I feel as if I have forgotten something important to me, tears. At this moment, I began to cry, yes, my father will not come, never, because, because he left. The only things that caught my attention were the bright red color and many people around me. My heart seemed to stop beating when the doctor walked out of the operating room with a sigh. My heart hurts so much that I have no strength to speak. I am a child without a mother, and my father raised me with great pains. My father's salary is not high, but he still faces everything happily every day. Father goes directly to the vegetable market after work every day, and then comes home to cook for me. Father often said, "son, forgive my father for not giving you a complete home." Every time I hear it, I feel sour, not because I don't have a mother, but because I have such a father. I'm really happy. However, my father never came back, and I woke up from my dreams countless times. In my dream, my father will cook for me and tell me exercises. If I can, I would rather never wake up and walk in the street countless times to see other people's parents and children laughing so happily. " If only my father were still here, even if he scolded me every day, it would be bad for me. "But, no, as soon as I entered the house in the past, my father's smiling face and the smell of hot food came to my face. Now I go home every day to face my clumsy noodles, and my tears are always disobedient. It's really hard. I really miss dad. Perhaps this is also an exercise and an indispensable part of life. I will learn to be strong if my father doesn't laugh, and I will take care of myself if my family doesn't take care of me. I will dry my tears and make you proud of me. Father, pull up your collar and walk alone in the rain.

2. How to write a 300-word composition on the main road at the school gate? Let's adopt ~ After school, I quickly packed my schoolbag and walked out of the teaching building, only to find that it was raining. I had to find a place to shelter from the rain and wait for my father to send me an umbrella. At this time, the school gate was already crowded with parents who came to pick up my classmates. My head was a little dizzy, and I felt as if I had forgotten something important to me, tears, and then I started to flow, yes. Because, because he's gone. I only remember that afternoon, all I saw was bright red color and many people around me. My heart seemed to stop beating when the doctor walked out of the operating room with a sigh. I am heartbroken and have no strength to speak. I am a child without a mother. My father raised me with great pains. My father's salary is not high, but he still faces everything happily every day. My father goes directly to the vegetable market after work every day. Hurry home and cook for me. Father often said, "Son, forgive my father for not giving you a complete home." Every time I hear it, I feel sour, not because I don't have a mother, but because I have such a father. I'm really happy. However, my father never came back, and I woke up from my dreams countless times. In my dream, my father will cook good food for me and do exercises for me. I'd rather never wake up if I can. It's really hard to see other people's parents and children laughing so happily. "If only my dad were still here, even if he scolds me every day, it's not good for me." However, I can't. In the past, as soon as I entered the house, my father's smiling face and the aroma of hot food came face to face. Now I go home to my clumsy face every day, and my tears are always disobedient. It's really hard. I really miss dad. I will learn to be strong if my father doesn't laugh, and I will take care of myself if my family doesn't take care of me. I will dry my tears and make you proud of me. Father, pull up your collar and walk alone in the rain.

There is a big road in front of my house. Every summer, my parents and I go to my grandmother's house for the summer. There is a stream in front of grandma's house, which is my favorite place.

There are many small fish and shrimps in this stream. As long as we catch them, there must be thirty or forty at home. I often ask my grandmother, "why does the water in the stream keep flowing?" Where does the water in the stream come from? " Grandma said, "There are many mountain springs flowing down the stream, so it will keep flowing down."

If you take a sip of water, it will feel sweet. If it rains a few times, the stream looks like a dragon, and its surface is like boiling water. The waves are rolling. After the rain, the sun came out and the little dragonfly flew freely on the stream, very happy.

There are large and small pebbles in the water. When the sun goes down, ask some children to swim in the stream, play hide-and-seek in the water, and chase one person after another.

The clearly visible stream flows over us, which is really comfortable. Banana trees are planted on one side of the stream. When the wind blows, banana leaves are like fanning a stream.

The villagers came to water the land and the children came to water it.

Last Sunday, my father and I returned to our hometown. Our motorcycles are running happily on the wide asphalt road, and tall poplars line up to salute us and run back quickly; Willow is like a naughty little girl, I really envy their beautiful long hair; The rape blossoms in the distance are a bit dazzling, and the large wheat fields are dotted into a heavy landscape painting. I really want to stop and catch some beautiful butterflies. There must be a lot there, don't you believe it? I can take you next time! The wind is so warm that I can't help taking a deep breath with open arms. Hey, it smells a little sweet. Seeing one car after another passing us like an arrow, I patted my father on the back. Father stared at the front without looking back. "The road is good, we will buy one next year!" "

I suddenly feel more fragrant. I looked up, pink, full of pink, what a big peach forest! "Isn't that my aunt's house in front?" I cried excitedly, "Yes, since the asphalt road was built in front of their house the year before last, they have opened a joinery board factory and bought a van this year. Life in her family is very good now! "

It's almost time to return to my hometown, and I'm a little scared. I remember when I came last year, it had just rained for a few days, and our car was stuck on the "cement" road at the entrance to the village. I can't push it. My new clothes are covered with mud and my face is covered with mud. I really don't need makeup to be a clown. Grandpa's yard is piled with a lot of potatoes, some of which have sprouted in vain, making grandpa's beard much whiter. "Potatoes can't be eaten after germination, which will poison people ..." Grandpa shouted at the door, "Water. My family life is better. I can't help but open my arms. I held my father tighter. I asked him to pick you up in the car. Hey, the car skidded 100 meters and just stopped at the door. There must be a lot there. I patted my father on the back. I saw his right arm sinking slightly. Do not believe, since the asphalt road was built to their door the year before last, staring at the front will poison people. ...

I was thinking. I can take you next time, full of pink! The wind is warm, and large wheat fields are dotted into a heavy landscape painting. The tall poplars on both sides covered my new clothes with mud. I cried with excitement. I really don't need makeup to play a clown. I saw a car pass us like an arrow. "Are you at home?" Dad didn't look back. Welcome to my home. Looked up and said, "The road is easy!"

In a blink of an eye, we will return to our hometown. Buy one next year, and the car will be slow. There are many potatoes in grandpa's yard, and I feel a little behind! "

I suddenly feel more fragrant, pink. I bought another van this year. My grandfather is very hospitable! Dad turned to the cement road. I remember when I came last year, there was a large peach forest, and our car was stuck on the "cement" road at the entrance to the village! "Isn't that my aunt's house in front?" Yes, I lined up to salute us. The small trees on both sides run faster. Her family is living well now. This is a real cement road. The road is good, and I am a little scared. It just rained the other day. The rape blossoms in the distance are a bit dazzling, and so are my faces! "Some have already given birth to white buds, and my grandfather's beard is much whiter." Potatoes can't be eaten if they have buds. Run back quickly.

Dear children, the road to the village is a bit dazzling. My father and I returned to our hometown. Willow is like a naughty little girl. I really want to stop and catch some beautiful butterflies. It smells a little fragrant and can't be pushed. Our motorcycle is driving happily on the wide asphalt road. They opened a joinery board factory and took a deep breath. I really envy their beautiful long hair, which started last Sunday.

The composition of grade three describes the road in front of my house. In early winter, on a cold morning, I walked slowly on the road. Why do you say I walk slowly on the road? Because, think about it, it's winter, and it's going to rain if it doesn't snow. Although it doesn't snow in the south, it will rain on the whole. It rained yesterday, and it is still raining today. Of course, you have to take your time. If you walk fast, you are sure to fall down.

Suddenly, I heard a crisp sound in my ear, like a bottle falling to the ground. I followed the sound and saw a young pioneer wearing a red scarf sitting on a red Mercedes, opening the window and throwing a bottle of unfinished milk on the sidewalk not far from the trash can. Then I said to her mother, "That's terrible! Mom! Don't buy milk in the future! I don't drink! " "Good good! I promise you. " Aside, the girl's mother was flattered.

Perhaps it is because the sound of the bottle landing is too crisp, or perhaps it is because the sound of entering the sea is too loud. Many passers-by looked at it tacitly and talked about it: "This is immoral!" Garbage is littered everywhere, and it is thrown so close to the trash can! Children today ... ""Not only children, but also young pioneers! Even the young pioneers are like this, what morality can we talk about? What a mess! "The child's mother, too, won't give her daughter a lesson! Let her indulge! " ..... Listening to the article about herself, the girl was at a loss and was about to close the window. Suddenly, an old and powerful voice sounded: "Wait!" Suddenly, the eyes of passers-by moved to the owner of the voice: an old man with white hair, towering cheekbones and gray sideburns, wearing only a white shirt and a coat and overalls, showing no sign of hunchback. It is conceivable that he reached a contrast with the people around him.

Seeing this old man, the crowd once talked about it in succession: "Wow, this old man is too bold. You can tell from that Mercedes that he is a big family. Does the old man want to die? " "Yes and yes, the old man is dead. Yo, there's a cleaner! It's over. It's over. " "Dead old man, called * * *?" The girl throwing milk asked seriously. "You throw the milk on the ground, which is uncivilized. You throw the unfinished milk on the ground, and there is milk everywhere. You should at least clean it up! " Hearing what the girl called him, the old man didn't get angry, but said it seriously. "Well …" The girl was interrupted by her mother before she finished. "Dead old man, I said you have something to do with my daughter. Isn't that money? How much do you want? " "You ..." The old man was speechless. "I what me? By the way, why do you order me? " "I am a cleaner!" "Cleaner? What does the cleaner have to say? Is the cleaner great? Are you proud? I really don't know what you think! Daughter, let's go! " "Wait!" "Is there anything else? Dead old man! " "As a cleaner, I am very proud! Why can't I be proud? Who says I can't be proud? Yes, the cleaner is very humble! But have you ever thought that the city would be so clean without cleaners? Without cleaners, the city will be in a mess! " A few words drew boos. Yes, cleaners are humble, but what would the world be like without cleaners? There's rubbish everywhere? No, then humans can't get out alive. They will faint when they go out, and there is a bad smell everywhere.

6. Write a composition in my way. My road is not on the main road, but on the narrow road on the mountain. It is covered with a golden blanket, and it is soft to step on. This is some yellow sand and mud. When you are hungry, there are folk songs to accompany you, and when you are hungry, there are wild fruits to satisfy your hunger. My road is still on the grass, where beautiful flowers are blooming. I like to jump and walk in circles.

My road is a musician, who combines my footsteps, the singing of birds and the whistling of the wind into wonderful music; My road is a makeup artist, painting my sister's wild flower face red, dressing my brother's leaves green, and combing Aunt Liu's hair neatly.

My road is the road to growth, and my growth is full of infinite fun and countless knowledge. My road is the road of the future. On this road, I saw my ideal, my future, and I will realize my dream of becoming a writer. My road is brave, believe in yourself, work hard and don't retreat. My road is the road of friendship, and I want to build a deep friendship with my friends while walking.

An advertisement said: life is like a trip ... I still like this road. As I grow up, this road will get wider and longer. No matter how difficult it is, I will go on bravely.

I like wide city streets and country roads, but I prefer roads full of life significance.

7. How to write the composition on the road in front of my house? The road in front of my house is called Cunjin Road, which is a very famous road. Our history books also have their tragic stories. Although this period of history is a little far away from us, the changes in the past few years are true to me.

Dad is a photographer. Every time he meets something novel, interesting or memorable, he always takes one or two photos, which is a matter of putting photos here, so photos are the most things in our cabinets, drawers and computers.

During the "Eleventh" holiday, I finished my homework one morning and sat in front of the computer, ready to play games for a while to relax. Inadvertently opened my father's electronic photo album, I couldn't help looking through a lot of old photos that my father just scanned a few days ago. Looking at it, a familiar and unfamiliar photo appeared in front of me: on a road that is not spacious, cars are coming and going, and the sidewalks are potholes, many of which are of different sizes. Where is this? I don't remember. Oh, by the way, it's an inch of gold road. Dad took it four years ago and it hasn't been rebuilt yet.

Perhaps this photo reminds me of all kinds of interesting things in my childhood memory:

Four years ago, I was only in the second grade of primary school. I went to school in golden road. I remember that the sidewalk was very narrow at that time, and almost all the rows next door were small shops, including those who bought food, stationery and clothes. Every time after school or at night, the big brothers and sisters from several nearby schools come out, which is as crowded and lively as a small commercial street. Passing by many times, I couldn't control my greed, so I went to that small snack bar to buy some steamed buns to alleviate my greed, but I often forgot to wipe the soup that flowed into my mouth. Almost every time I go home, I turn my parents into a magical "Sherlock Holmes". Although I don't know where this small shop has moved and whether it is still making steamed buns, I can't forget the delicious taste of steamed buns.

I miss old bauhinia, too. At that time, the green trees planted on the narrow sidewalk were Bauhinia trees, which were thick and strong. I don't know when they were planted, but they have existed since I was sensible. Whenever flowers bloom, this road becomes a world of flowers. The ground, roof and trees are covered with bauhinia. When I was a child, I always fell barefoot in the ground to savor the soft feeling, or picked a few flowers in front of me to smell the faint fragrance. Although Bauhinia can be seen occasionally now, it is not as impressive as the scenery of Bauhinia when I was a child.

In fact, there was another thing I liked best when I was a child, that is, watching cars on rainy days. Strange? It's not surprising. It is our pleasure to be children, because the road ahead is bumpy. When it rains, all the pits are filled with water. As soon as the car drove past, there were many large and small splashes under the wheels, which made adults and children who were walking make a fuss and get flustered. I was often "caught", which was the most interesting thing when I was a child.

8. The landscape composition in front of the house is about 400 words. "I think people flock in, lard, stick grilles on the screen, and the word" Fu "is pasted upside down. In the folk, people also like to stick various paper-cuts on the windows-window grilles can not only set off the festive atmosphere, but also play a decorative role. " Firecrackers have a long history of more than 2000 years. Setting off firecrackers can create a festive and lively atmosphere, which is a kind of entertainment in festivals and can bring happiness and good luck to people. With the passage of time, firecrackers are more and more widely used, and there are more and more varieties and colors. Every major festival and happy event, grand celebration, wedding and firecrackers! Wow, the custom of sweeping out the door depends on people's desire to open up a new situation and pray to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. Every household should clean the environment, clean all kinds of utensils, remove and wash bedding curtains, sprinkle water to sweep the floor, clean the yard, dust with a duster, scrape cobwebs and dredge open channels. Sewers are full of joy and hygiene everywhere; Some are like autumn chrysanthemums! On the way, people put on holiday costumes, and friends and relatives are no exception. We eat jiaozi and other ways because the word "harmony" in the dough means "harmony". Osmanthus fragrans, colorful Chinese roses and large and small "blessings" on the lintel have a long history in China. Today is the first month of the year, and everywhere is full of festive atmosphere and good wishes. Festive decorations are decorated with sparkling lights, and some people want to stick them on the doors when putting up Spring Festival couplets. Some are like small meteors jumping into the sky and disappearing into the night sky in an instant ... The earth and the sky suddenly boiled like a frying pan. All kinds of festive voices are connected into a symphony that seems to resound through the sky. It's really beautiful. Soy sauce with sesame oil is eaten as seasoning, and jiaozi is fried. The "frame pair" is attached to the frame of the left and right doors, which embodies people's yearning for a happy life and wishes for a better future. In order to fully reflect this yearning and blessing, some people simply paste the word "Fu" upside down, indicating "Fu Dao" and "Fu Dao". There are also designs that carefully make the word "fu" into various patterns, such as the birthday girl: the old man keeps his old age as "farewell", which means cherishing time, aunt. The sound of fireworks is like saying goodbye to the past year. My curiosity brought me to the window. The most striking thing is the fireworks that are "not flowers but more than flowers". A dozen fireworks were aimed at the sky, and grains of "golden sand" were ejected in the air, proudly blooming in five colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. Everything is colorful, and the night sky is beautifully decorated, and the family is happy, carp yue longmen! Uncle! A "goddess of flowers" rose over there. Here, pride is like a peacock, peaches, good weather and firecrackers converge into a cheerful and harmonious symphony, adding a beautiful scenery to this boundless night scene. Dazzling fireworks flashed in the air and firecrackers were deafening. Colorful fireworks dyed the earth and the sky red. Isn't this brilliant color a symbol of the bright future of our motherland? Or is this festival really a happy event because there is another Spring Festival? I was so happy that my cousin jumped three feet high and saw a face of injustice, but the speed was accelerated. Look there, look here, look for me, and then I quickly observe the place under the bed where my little sister can't reach it. I found the coke bottle cap of 1 again, and I was even more excited. Later I found the last 1 bottle cap under a book. The new year has arrived; Some colleagues invited several people to pay New Year greetings; It is also a classic color Spring Festival couplets painting such as Geely and "Spring Festival", which satisfies people's good wishes of celebrating and praying for the New Year. China presents three important producing areas of New Year pictures. Shopping for China New Year food ... Our family is also busy cleaning the roof thoroughly. The days of organizing the Spring Festival passed day by day. Finally, the New Year's Eve is coming. Early in the morning, someone started to set off firecrackers. The lively twilight sun finally took a look at the earth, closed its eyes and slowly hid behind the mountain. Night fell quietly, casting a black veil over the sky. At night, thousands of families are brightly lit and happy. Grandpa invited our family and my sister's family to sit around happily. Have dinner together on New Year's Eve, talk about unforgettable things and gains in the past year, look forward to the future, and so on. After the reunion dinner, we will begin to celebrate New Year's Eve. At about 7 o'clock, the Spring Festival Gala begins. My family sat in front of the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala. Ear from time to time there was deafening firecrackers. The performance in the evening was very beautiful. New Year pictures such as dragon, phoenix and auspicious are also common in urban and rural areas. Black and colorful Spring Festival paintings add a lot of prosperity and joy to thousands of families. New Year pictures are the direct creations of working people in ancient China, which reflect people's simple fashion and beliefs and place their hopes on the future. Spring Festival couplets also originated from the Spring Festival couplets and other "old customs stick to the gods". With the rise of block printing, the intrinsic significance of New Year pictures is not limited to old pictures. The monotonous theme of God posted on common doors becomes colorful. In some New Year pictures workshops, the three stars of Fu Lushou, the carp jumping in Longmen and the water nearby are all pleasing to the eye. In front of a blueprint, we saw the night view of the parks along the river, which was brightly lit and dazzling. The downtown area was actually a brand-new feeling. There are many high-rise buildings on both sides of the street, all kinds of monopolies, and a clean atmosphere welcomes the New Year. Spring Festival couplets also call the door. Everyone stays up all night waiting for dawn, which is called "keeping the year" and "one night is two years old, and five nights are divided into two days". On New Year's Eve, the whole family get together for dinner, light candles or oil lamps and sit around the fire, waiting for the time to bid farewell to the old year and welcome the new year. All-night guard symbolizes driving away all evil diseases and epidemics and looking forward to good luck in the new year. This custom gradually prevailed until the early Tang Dynasty. Li Shimin wrote a poem "Shousui". When the New Year comes, people in Shandong steam rice cakes in northern Shanxi with yellow rice, small red beans and mung beans. In Inner Mongolia and other places for the New Year, I am used to eating fried rice cakes with yellow rice noodles, some wrapped in bean paste, good weather, uncles and cousins, lovers! This is a coke bottle cap; Jiaozi's "Jiao" and "Jiao" are homophonic, and "He" and "Jiao" have the meaning of reunion, so jiaozi is used to symbolize reunion: there are beautiful songs, humorous sketches and funny characters.

9. How to write the composition on the road in front of my house? The road in front of my house is called Cunjin Road, which is a very famous road. Our history books also have their tragic stories. Although this period of history is a little far away from us, the changes in the past few years are true to me.

Dad is a photographer. Every time he meets something novel, interesting or memorable, he always takes one or two photos, which is a matter of putting photos here, so photos are the most things in our cabinets, drawers and computers. During the "Eleventh" holiday, I finished my homework one morning and sat in front of the computer, ready to play games for a while to relax. Inadvertently opened my father's electronic photo album, I couldn't help looking through a lot of old photos that my father just scanned a few days ago. Looking at it, a familiar and unfamiliar photo appeared in front of me: on a road that is not spacious, cars are coming and going, and the sidewalks are potholes, many of which are of different sizes.

Where is this? I don't remember. Oh, by the way, it's an inch of gold road. Dad took it four years ago and it hasn't been rebuilt yet.

Perhaps it is this photo that reminds me of all kinds of interesting things in my childhood memory: I was only in the second grade of primary school four years ago, and I went to school in golden road. I remember that the sidewalk was very narrow at that time, and almost all the rows next door were small shops, including those who bought food, stationery and clothes.

Every time after school or at night, the big brothers and sisters from several nearby schools come out, which is as crowded and lively as a small commercial street. Passing by many times, I couldn't control my greed, so I went to that small snack bar to buy some steamed buns to alleviate my greed, but I often forgot to wipe the soup that flowed into my mouth. Almost every time I go home, I turn my parents into a magical "Sherlock Holmes".

Although I don't know where this small shop has moved and whether it is still making steamed buns, I can't forget the delicious taste of steamed buns. I miss old bauhinia, too.

At that time, the green trees planted on the narrow sidewalk were Bauhinia trees, which were thick and strong. I don't know when they were planted, but they have existed since I was sensible. Whenever flowers bloom, this road becomes a world of flowers. The ground, roof and trees are covered with bauhinia. When I was a child, I always fell barefoot in the ground to savor the soft feeling, or picked a few flowers in front of me to smell the faint fragrance.

Although Bauhinia can be seen occasionally now, it is not as impressive as the scenery of Bauhinia when I was a child. In fact, there was another thing I liked best when I was a child, that is, watching cars on rainy days.

Strange? It's not surprising. It is our pleasure to be children, because the road ahead is bumpy. When it rains, all the pits are filled with water. As soon as the car drove past, there were many large and small splashes under the wheels, which made adults and children who were walking make a fuss and get flustered. I was often "caught", which was the most interesting thing when I was a child.