Writing composition while walking and taking pictures

1. How to write a composition about having fun while walking

I was walking on a dark road. The whole street was as quiet as death. Occasionally, there was a little sound. Every little sound made my heart lift hard. My God! The day was full of changes. It started to rain lightly, and I had to put my schoolbag on my head to protect myself from the rain. Here, still far from home.

"Ta, tap..." - Suddenly I heard footsteps behind me. The sound was unhurried and followed me closely. I was secretly surprised, afraid that something bad might happen to me on the streets with lights out and fires out. Could someone be trying to rob me? But I am a primary school student, what is he thinking? I cut off my random thoughts and mustered up the courage to counterattack when the "murderer" approached, "1...2...3..." I chanted orally, and in an instant, I clenched my hand into a fist, turned around and gave a hard blow to my back. (Actually, it’s not a hammer at all, because——), ah! Empty! (If there is nothing, it will naturally be empty) Hey, why is there no one? Did I hear it wrong? Right...continue walking towards home.

After another two minutes of walking, my heart was beating hard because the same slow footsteps kept sounding - this damn guy, there is Plant it and challenge it! I thought to myself. After walking some more, the footsteps were still ringing. I finally couldn't bear it anymore and ran madly towards the passage where there were usually the most people, thinking that with my running ability I could still get rid of this haunting dead man, but in fact It wasn't as simple as I thought. The footsteps became faster - he was running too? Why am I so unlucky? I don’t want to run away and let others ‘slaughter’ me (I’m exaggerating).

Standing there, the footsteps stopped - it's coming... Come on, I'm not afraid of you! There was no movement for a long time. Is he gone? I quietly glanced behind me - ah! Still no one? ! I rubbed my eyes with my hands, thinking that I was too sleepy and had poor eyesight, but there was really no one there! Worrying too much -

As I walked, I thought, there was still a sound of footsteps behind me...footsteps! I suddenly understood something, it was my footsteps!

Logically speaking, one should not be frightened into a cold sweat by the sound of one's own footsteps, and one should not think wildly about a certain sound of footsteps, because the sound of footsteps and shadows are so evocative of one another. Things can be said to be my brothers. If I was frightened by my own footsteps, wouldn't it be equivalent to being frightened half to death by my brother's ordinary actions? 2. An essay titled "Looking while walking"

I am walking slowly in the journey of life, looking while walking, thinking while walking...

In the hospital, a piece of warmth And the neat fabric wrapped around my body. I burst into tears, staring intently at the group of adults in front of me with my big, watery eyes. Tears were shining in their eyes. I was very surprised: why were they so happy and moved?

Slowly, I grew up. I started writing and drawing, and occasionally received praise from the teacher. I am happy in my heart, they are happier than me. I understand that all of this is the result of their painstaking efforts in teaching me. The family affection that blood is thicker than water gave me a preliminary understanding.

When I went to elementary school, I met many close friends. One by one, they accompanied me to "share blessings and share hardships." I saw how sweet and wonderful the taste of friendship can be. They never cared about me in front of me, but each of them supported me silently behind the scenes. Friendship is like a glass of lemonade with sugar. I can taste the sweetness in it, but behind the sweetness, there is still a hint of sourness. Because of them, I understand that a person needs friendship. In a world without friends, he will die of thirst. In the face of friendship, I can always laugh it off and recall every bit of the past.

As I walked and watched, I saw the sincerity and power of friendship. 3. Read junior high school essay outline ideas while walking

It can be that you take a walk after dinner, and then see a group of children playing on the roadside. When you see them, you think of the happiness of your childhood, and then they are complicated with your current junior high school life. Compared with your life, and then remember your childhood. At the end, your words should reflect that although childhood is carefree, we should cherish the present so that we can have a better future (the story of remembering childhood in the middle It’s also best to have this theme, but not too obvious, just mention it a little)

I’m not very good at the beginning, but your beginning should be a description of the scene, something poetic, and then see the roadside Children are playing, thinking about things and entering memories.

The scenery and people at the beginning should also be included at the end, taking care of the before and after.

Hope this helps! 4. Requesting an 800-word high school essay "Singing While Walking",

"Tick, tick, tick, tap..." The room was very quiet, and you could even hear the running footsteps of the second hand, getting louder and louder every time. rapid.

It is a weekend morning, and the whole city is still awake, hoping to shake off the fatigue of the week in sleep. "Sand, sand, sand, sand" The room was very quiet, and you could even hear the symphony of the pen tip touching the paper. The sound was very soft, but it never stopped.

The whole city was fast asleep, but I was writing furiously under the cover of gauze curtains and the dazzling white light of the desk lamp.

The gray-white mist flows into the house through the gray-white gauze curtains, and huge square light spots are printed on the ground, which is peaceful and harmonious.

Very suitable for learning. I smiled, but I didn't dare to slack off in the movement of the pen.

The peaceful atmosphere was broken by another sound. I turned my head to trace the source of the sound, and gently opened the curtains. Oh, it was a little girl about seven or eight years old, short. The braid danced lively on the back of the head, and the tips of the hair were just right to outline a perfect arc. The scattered strands of hair danced in the wind, and she sang an unknown song confidently, striding in the cold air of early winter. Yes, very childish. I curled my lips unnaturally, wanting to laugh at her innocence and cuteness, but I felt an inexplicable emptiness in my heart, as if something had been discarded by me as a matter of course.

Yes! Once upon a time, we were taught by our parents to climb the mountain of books, but we forgot the happy songs; once upon a time, we were taught by our teachers to swim in the sea of ??topics, but we forgot the steps of confidence. Once upon a time, words and books have become an indispensable part of our lives; once upon a time, ink and paper have become helpless weights in our schoolbags - but we have forgotten the natural joy hidden deep in our hearts.

Stop it! Stop climbing this long winding mountain road in life, stop your busy steps, and slowly appreciate the happy scenery along the way. I want to sing while walking, letting go of my youth to the fullest, singing out my confidence and endless hope; I want to sing while walking, and I will not forget to sing loudly even when I am busy running, and I will not feel lost or panicked no matter how big my steps are; I want to sing while walking, Sing, let the joyful songs decorate my life, and fly freely towards the blue sky; I want to sing while walking, even if no one cheers for me, I can also applaud myself! I want to sing as I walk, singing about my future and my dreams! Forgot.

It’s not just me. Everyone has forgotten to sing loudly and confidently, the busy crowds coming and going, the ocean of life is still waiting for you to set sail, but please slow down your pace and sing loudly.

Come with me, hand in hand, walking and singing. I put down my pen, walked out of the house with my head held high, and the singing spread joy along the way.

This song will accompany me through the long and winding mountain road of life. -------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- --------------------------Title: Why are there tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply... Three years may not be a long time in a person's life, but three years is more than enough to change a person's mind.

Cao Zi came to Xinjiang three years ago. He was twenty years old that year, and Fengsheng Sanchang was not like this at that time. Cao Zi's hometown is in a place with beautiful mountains and rivers in the south. His arrival brought a rain to Fengsheng Sanchang that was said to be the heaviest in recent years. At the same time, this rain also reminded Cao Zi of the small village in the south. , that night, he secretly cried in the quilt all night long.

The three farms at that time could not withstand the rain, because there was almost no concrete floor at that time. When the rain came, the entire farm turned into a quagmire. Unlike now, it can even rain. Wear these leather shoes and go out. Cao Zi had no idea at that time and just wanted to go home.

But the next morning, before he got up, the director came to see him in person. He used only one sentence to sum up this experience: A warm heart is an oasis in the desert! It was on this morning that he decided to spend his youth grazing in the Gobi.

Cao Zi graduated from the Chinese Department of the Normal University and usually likes to engage in literature, but there is no literary atmosphere in his subconscious here at all - there are no flashing neon lights and lights that can arouse his interest. Bright red wine. At the age of twenty, he couldn't understand why people here lived in this kind of atmosphere all their lives. He often sang that song: Standing in the vast sea of ??people, on a foreign street, I am a lonely stranger... Of course, he did not sing this song for long, because with the development of the farm economy, the farm culture The atmosphere is also improving rapidly. The farm has built a five-story primary school teaching building, a four-story middle school teaching building and a palace-style kindergarten. It has also recruited a large number of college students from various colleges and universities in the mainland, and more importantly, There is another cultural atmosphere here - something Cao Zi calls "Populus euphratica culture". Populus euphratica is a kind of heroic tree. It is said that this tree will not die for three thousand years, will not fall for three thousand years after death, and will remain immortal for three thousand years after falling.

This kind of tree can survive even in the desert, making it the only plant in the desert that can be called a tree. The first time Cao Zi saw Populus euphratica was in winter. There were huge tracts of Populus euphratica. All the leaves had fallen off, the bark had cracked, and some had even become very tall. Cao Zi thought that they were all dead. It was a dead tree, but when it passed by again the next year, it was a piece of lush green that was the only betrayal of the dusky desert.

Perhaps due to the influence of Populus euphratica, Cao Zi always felt that the people on this farm had a heroic atmosphere of Populus euphratica. With this spirit, they created miracles on the edge of Taklimakan: Thirty Years ago, this place was a desert with poplar trees. But today, it has become the “Hometown of China’s Long-staple Cotton.” The “Fenghai” brand cotton produced on the farm is one of the top ten agricultural brands in the autonomous region; it is also the “Red Earth of China.” "Hometown of Grapes", the 10,000 acres of drip-irrigated Red Globe Grapes are a real oasis in the desert. "Red Globe Grapes" are sold at home and abroad; this is also the "Hometown of Chinese Da Yun"... The "Populus euphratica culture" here makes Cao Zi Having found the cultural roots in his subconscious, and being cast in this culture, Cao Zi also brought the Chinese education here to the whole Xinjiang, and even the whole country! He feels that he is truly a part of the "Populus euphratica culture"! Walking on the asphalt road with rows of buildings on both sides, Cao Zi learned to sing "Our Good Place in Xinjiang", but more often, he sang "Our Three Good Places"! I once chanted "Although." 5. Fifth Grade Jiangsu Education Edition Chinese Volume 1 Exercise 2 Think about how to write a speaking composition

One day, I hung my new camera around my neck and happily went out to take pictures. , for the school anniversary event, I was looking for the theme: Littering is bad behavior! Suddenly, a soda can was thrown at me, and my agile body was almost hit.

I looked at the person throwing bottles angrily and said, "What are you doing? It's very dangerous!" The guy twisted his body and said, "Mind your own business!" "I became even more angry. Seeing that he was about to throw the paper ball again, I suddenly picked up the camera and turned the lens towards him. The moment he threw the thing, I captured his behavior and sent it to school. I took out the digital camera my father gave me on my birthday, hung it carefully around my neck, and walked out of the house with it. I planned to go out and walk around and take pictures while walking on the sidewalk. I always wanted to take pictures.

As I walked, I found everything new and interesting, but I couldn’t find anything valuable to take pictures of. As I walked, I walked to the square unknowingly.

As soon as I walked to the entrance of the square, I found an ungrateful child in front of me: standing on one side of the square, holding a watermelon in his hand, eating it and throwing it away. An old man who was doing morning exercises stepped on a watermelon rind and sat on the ground.

“Ouch! "I was about to pick up the camera and take a picture of this scene, but found that I had also stepped on the watermelon rind. "Ouch, it hurts! "When I was sitting on the watermelon rind crying bitterly, I suddenly discovered that the "immortal" - the child who threw the watermelon rind was about to leave after eating the watermelon, and immediately stepped on the watermelon rind he threw. He really suffered the consequences. < /p>

OK, take a photo now! It’s a good lesson for everyone. Haha, the kid who just threw the watermelon rind was sitting on the ground crying. Composition of 200 words

When I opened the photo album, I saw a photo of my father holding me. The background was beautiful, with green grass and vigorous pine trees.

I remember this was me. This photo was taken when my family and my colleagues from my father’s workplace went to Yanzhi Mountain in Shandan. On the way to Yanzhi Mountain, the road was very difficult to walk due to the road construction, and the car was bumpy. I felt carsick. I thought that the place I was going to wouldn’t be very beautiful, but when I got there, I discovered that the air in Yanzhi Mountain was very fresh, with blue sky, green grass, and white sheep. Groups of beautiful butterflies formed a beautiful scenery.

We couldn’t wait to enjoy the beautiful scenery and played on the grass, forgetting the fatigue of the journey. My colleagues in my father’s unit took out their cameras. Taking pictures, my mother also took this unforgettable photo of me and my father. Then we went hiking. Although we were a little tired, we didn’t feel tired looking at the beautiful scenery here. We walked and played, and there were butterflies around us from time to time. Going back and forth, as if to welcome us. Finally we climbed to the top of the mountain, and I saw a tall pine tree growing between two big rocks. My father told me that this pine tree is called "Yanzhi Pine". The mountain got its name from this pine tree.

The weather in the mountain changed rapidly, and the clear sky turned cloudy in a blink of an eye. Everyone hurried down the mountain as the sky became darker. As soon as we arrived at the tent, it began to rain heavily. My colleagues in my father’s workplace also cooked mutton, and the adults started eating meat and drinking. My mother and I drank yogurt. The rain stopped within an hour, and we were afraid it would stop again. It rained, so I packed up and went home. This was the happiest day I've ever had. 7. Take one step at a time and write a 600-word essay tonight.

For disabled people, speaking and writing are easy, but walking is very difficult.

During leg rehabilitation work in the hospital, they only need to move their feet a little. , is the greatest comfort to yourself. Everything is difficult at the beginning, but as long as you take this first step, it will be much easier later.

After that, patients need to take the second step carefully. , The third step... Each step requires your own efforts. Only by walking steadily step by step can your legs and feet recover faster and better.

From the first grade of elementary school to the present, we have walked through many "single-plank bridges", and we have encountered countless "stumbling blocks" on the bridges.

When we encounter these "stumbling blocks" one after another, we will always stimulate our own potential and try our best to "defeat" them. However, after repeated failures, look at the footprints left on the bridge, sum up the experience, and take another step forward. What awaits you will be the joy of success.

Yes, I am like a snail, crawling on the high pergola. To you, I may be walking leisurely, as if I am enjoying the scenery along the way.

In fact, it’s not the case. Don’t look at me “leisurely” all the time. I was crawling on this vine in spring. Although I crawled slowly, I walked step by step. of. I took one step, one step, and another. Although I was very tired, I was very happy because I enjoyed the process of hard work.

I take one step, one step, and another step. As I just said, as long as I climb up step by step, the future will no longer be a dream. On the other side of the dream, flowers will bloom. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by.

In the twinkling of an eye, junior high school life is about to come to a successful end. Looking back on the three years of study, it is really full of tastes, especially in the third year of junior high school. The intense study and heavy pressure wrapped around me like silk, boring. I can't breathe, but there is always a belief in my heart: one step, one step, another step! step? "The perfect results are out!" the monitor shouted loudly in the class. I saw my classmates rushing into the office one after another. My friend held my hand and said, "Come on, let's go and have a look." In desperation, I followed her. Go to the teacher's desk.

The results did come out. Not only did my ranking not improve, but it dropped 10 places. However, my friend successfully entered the top 20. My heart suddenly became depressed and my eyes became moist. I walked out of the office and looked up. Looking at the sky, it was covered with clouds and there was not a trace of sunshine. "It's getting closer and closer to the high school entrance examination, what should I do?" I murmured to myself, "There is still time, as long as you are willing to work hard."

My friend patted me on the shoulder. Despite the comfort of my friends, I still feel that my future is bleak. Moving forward? Where is the front? step! After the mock-up, the learning atmosphere in the class became stronger, with less attention and more competition among classmates.

The bell rang after class, and my friend brought over a very thick mathematics textbook. When he opened it, he saw that it was full of dense markings. "It's a good read. I'll lend you this book first." I said on my face Showed a faint smile.

When I got home, I sat quietly at my desk and flipped through it carefully. It contained detailed problem-solving procedures and techniques. When I turned to the middle, there was a red card: Everyone hopes you will make progress, work hard! Success lies ahead! At that moment, tears burst out of my eyes and I saw hope. Although it is a dark sky outside the window, in my heart, the warm sunshine has shined on the earth. I want to move forward, move forward! One more step... Before the second model came, I returned the mathematics handout to my friend. That handout was of great help to me. Some problems that I had no idea about before can now be solved using different methods. We are all looking forward to the results of the second model. announced.

"The results of the second model are out!" The monitor still shouted in a loud voice. We looked at each other and smiled and walked into the office. Oh my gosh! I have improved from 60th in my grade to 36th! I hugged my friend excitedly and showed a big smile.

In life, we will indeed encounter setbacks of one kind or another. Behind the difficulties and hesitation, we all long for a pair of hands to support our bodies and encourage our hearts, and then we will We will feel endless motivation, pushing us to go higher and further. Although my junior high school life is coming to an end, I will always take every step in a down-to-earth manner. 8. Write an essay of about 500 words with the title "Moving Forward"

Moving Forward

I am a young classmate who is in his prime!

Now we are in our youth and have a bright future, but now is also the key to determine whether we really have a bright future.

Meng Jiao said: "You have to be young early, how can you grow into a young man?". Therefore, at this time, we should strive towards our ideals. However, who can persist until the end? Youth, such a beautiful time, is missed by most people. They can't resist the temptation of youth. The Lebanese writer Gibran said it well. He said: "Will is associated with youth, diligence is associated with maturity, and wisdom is associated with old age." This is the best interpretation of human life. Therefore, now, for the sake of our bright future, we should persevere and stride towards our ideals.

However, this road is not easy to walk. Lu Xun had this explanation of the road. He said: "What is a road? It means stepping out from a place with no roads, from a place with only thorns. ” Therefore, the road is opened with our own perseverance, perseverance, and confidence, rather than being opened casually by a person without ideals.

The victory of the Chen She and Wu Guang uprisings made them the leaders of all previous peasant uprisings and a model for resisting oppression and seeking equality for all. Their success is achieved by themselves, not by God's mercy and grace.

Here, I want to say to everyone: "Difficulties can only scare cowards, lazy people and those without ambitions. Victory will always belong to those who have the courage to pursue their ideals."

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Time flies, and it is 16 years in a blink of an eye. The 16 years passed by in an instant like a fleeting cloud. Cao Cao responded to this by saying, "How about drinking and singing, how long is life? "The emotion of life is short. Therefore, we should cherish the good time now and cherish every minute and every second now.

You have to be young early, how can you grow into a young man?