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Walking on what path? Semi-propositional composition

Chapter 1: Walking on the path home

It was a winter night, the sky was completely dark, and the road was eerily quiet. The occasional cry of an owl on a branch, or the "flutter" of a turtle dove's wings, can make people's hair stand on end. My father and I were angry and didn't eat at noon. His fierce face made me lose interest in this home, so I thought of running away from home and left this disgusting home angrily. I have no goal in mind as to where I want to go.

A beam of light shone in the distance and alerted me. I thought of the evil robbers in novels and TV series. After all, I was still an underage girl, so I hid behind a tree by the road and quietly observed stand up. An old man came slowly dragging a car, and an old woman in front used a flashlight to light the way for him. I walked out with confidence, but they were shocked. It turned out that they were going home after selling roasted sweet potatoes in the market town ahead. When the old woman saw that I was alone, she squeezed my hand tightly and asked about the situation as if she was afraid that I would run away. I answered her question truthfully, and she didn't say much. She just took out a hot roasted sweet potato from the stove and stuffed it into my hand. I refused, but in fact my stomach growled loudly because I didn't have any money in my pocket.

"Little girl, eat it. You must be hungry too. This sweet potato is for you. It doesn't cost any money!" the old man said gently. "Thank you!" I ate hungrily before I could finish my words. They looked greedy when they saw me eating, and the old couple started laughing. While I was licking the mashed potatoes on my fingers, I kept saying thank you. At this time, the old woman said: "If you eat a sweet potato from me, I will thank you a lot. Then your parents have raised you for more than ten years, so you should eat it." How could you run away from home just because of a distasteful word?" I was stunned, looking at the old woman longingly, chewing on these simple but powerful words, and I was still angry just now. My unsatisfied heart suddenly turned into guilt. I was speechless and just lowered my head that was still angry.

"Little girl, go home. Your parents will definitely be anxious. Maybe they are looking for you everywhere." The old man comforted me. "Let's walk together for a while, and I'll give you a ride when we get home later." The old woman took my hand and walked back.

As the night deepened, I helped the old man push the car back. The cold wind blew in my face, but it was not so biting. The occasional cry of an owl is no longer so sad, and the "flapping" of a turtle dove seems to be using its warm wings to protect its children from the wind and cold. I listened to the sound of the wheels turning, intertwined with the whistling of the north wind, as if playing a march home.

"Xiaocui! Xiaocui——" (pseudonym), a familiar shout came from the front, and I knew it was the heartbreaking call of my parents. Hot tears could not be suppressed and welled up from my eyes, and I couldn't help but responded loudly: "I am here -"

"I am here -" The old man and the old woman and I responded in unison.

On the way home, I seemed to have grown up a lot. This deep path in the winter night has left behind my beautiful memories and the deep footprints of my growth! Chapter 2: Walking on the path in the mountains

"Walking on the path in the country, the old cow returning from herding is my companion..." This is a song with rich artistic conception and touching heart. I need to change "country" to "mountain" because I took a drive in the mountains. I noticed: the flowers bloomed, the birds woke up, and the streams sang long songs...

In the morning, the mountains and forests continued to let the sunlight shine into her, and she smiled happily, I mistakenly thought that it was going to get hot on the mountain. When we walked into the mountains, we felt that it was so cool and the temperature of the sun was just right for us. Everything here is thriving.

The flowers are even more fragrant, making people look up and try to inhale the fragrance of the flowers. Look, the orange flowers are blooming all over the mountains and plains. They bloom so naturally and brilliantly. She shows them to us without hesitation. The flowers turned whiter and brighter towards the warm sunshine. Her flowers are divided into four or five petals, all of which are pure white and not damaged at all; the buds are yellow and are embedded in the center of the flower, adding some rare color to the small white flowers.

The songs of birds are so beautiful, they are simply musicians of nature - they will never find themselves too boring or tired, they will always hide behind the branches with their deep eyes, quietly singing Observe the movement outside without showing your face at all.

The stream is smoother, and the flow makes people feel very in tune. It is not as melancholy as in autumn, but much more active. The surface of the stream is so clear and charming, and there is a slight, straight light. Although this light is not as gorgeous as a rainbow, it contains a kind of natural beauty inside.

As we walked along, we saw the stream flowing from high to low, but we couldn't find the source! In the stream, there were neither leaves floating down nor obstacles, it just flowed smoothly, and flowed... But she was still so happy and cheerful, without any complaints, and she always accompanied the birds. Listen, she sang : "Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong..."

We walked for more than an hour, looking at the scenery along the way, and thinking: Why are the orange flowers in the mountains so fragrant, and why are the birds in the mountains so happy? Why are the streams in the mountains so clear... Is this kind of scenery available in the city? Chapter 3: Composition walking on the path after the rain

The harvest season is here, and the rain is gradually decreasing, but the weather is not cold after the rain, and the scenery after the rain is more charming.

On a crisp autumn afternoon, it was not clear that it was going to rain, nor was it overcast. In a blink of an eye, the sky became overcast, and the clouds were dense, and the raindrops slowly fell. The autumn rain continued, and the wipers fell down. Come on, after a long time, the rain became smaller and smaller, like an endless picture scroll.

The rain stopped, and the sky after the rain looked particularly empty, vast, a little mysterious, and unusual.

Walking on the path after the rain, although it was a little muddy, there were no cars or any noise. On the path with no end in sight, I closed my eyes and took a long, deep breath. I breathed out slowly, and what I smelled was the aroma of earth and flowers. It had just rained, and all the aromas seemed so fresh. I lowered my head and looked at my shoes. They were all covered with soil. They stopped on the soil and In places with many flowers, the aroma of soil and flowers will be stronger than what you just smelled, and the freshness of the soil will also hit your nose. The breath you inhale and exhale will have a fresh smell.

The crystal clear raindrops fell on the flowers and plants, some slid down, but some seemed to be clinging to them, motionless. Some grass blades are covered with mud. That's because the rain keeps falling, and the leaves lower their heads and are pressed against the soil by the raindrops. So when the rain stops, the leaves will stick to the soil.

Beside the big tree, there were many mushrooms. I squatted down and observed these mushrooms. I was curious, how could the mushrooms grow under the big tree? Don’t all magic caves grow in the mountains? There was no one on the path, and I didn’t know who to ask? In the distance, I saw an old grandpa. I ran over happily and said, "Grandpa, why do mushrooms grow under the big tree? Aren't mushrooms all growing in the mountains?" The grandpa smiled and replied. "Mushrooms only grow after rainy days, because they are shady and willing to grow under the trees, but most of them are poisonous mushrooms under the big trees." I suddenly became cheerful, and I thought to myself, "Mushrooms can choose the environment!" When I When he came back to his senses, he saw that the old man had walked away and his back became smaller.

On the road after the rain, I am intoxicated. I know that the scenery after the rain is charming.

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As a familiar sound of music sounded, ha! School is over? The cheerful music was like the ringtone of "liberation". Everyone seemed to have been relieved of a heavy burden and immediately relaxed from the tense class environment.

"get out of class is over!" As soon as the teacher finished speaking, I packed up my schoolbag and went home.

After leaving the school gate, I happily ran home. When I walked to the gate of a community, I found that it was full of beautiful flowers, the green grass was tender and green, and the big trees had dense branches and leaves, it was a vibrant scene! I quickly walked in to see these sights that I had not seen for a long time in the bustling city. I took a closer look and saw that there were some unknown wild flowers next to those beautiful flowers. Although they are inconspicuous, they are still very fragrant! The unknown grass on the side is setting off a bright flower. Suddenly, I felt less hot. It turned out that I had walked to the shade of a tree. Oh, Uncle Big Tree is also silently taking care of the flowers, plants and people around him!

At this time, I saw a small sapling lying aside. I immediately squatted down and slowly dug away the soil with my little hands, trying to get the sapling to stand up. While I was busy digging the soil, suddenly, there was another burst of chatter. I looked up and saw, oh, it turned out to be some female classmates from our class! It seems that they were also attracted by the beautiful scenery here. At this moment, they also saw me and immediately came over to help. After a while, the sapling stood up again. Looking at everyone's gray faces, we all laughed.

Then we picked up our schoolbags and continued walking home. After walking for a while, we saw the sightseeing elevator at the same time. At this time, I don’t know who said that the second floor inside is very dark and can be “explored”! Everyone involuntarily stepped into the elevator and went to the second floor. It was really dark on the second floor, so we touched the darkness, held hands, and walked forward in a "cat walk". After finally seeing a little beam of light, a person jumped out of nowhere, scaring everyone into panic and running away like a frightened bird. When we arrived at another exit, we saw a camera, which scared everyone and hurried back to the elevator. At this time, the bold squad leader stopped everyone and said, "Don't be afraid, cover your face with your hands, turn your back to the camera, and retreat." Everyone accepted the squad leader's suggestion and left smoothly.

Under the sunset, a group of kind-hearted, curious, brave, and strong-hearted girls happily walked home. Chapter 5: Walking on a lonely path

A slap broke the silence on campus. I was walking alone on the path home, and it was eerily quiet. Thinking about the quietness of the path, it feels so lonely. It's so lonely.

This morning, I was playing games with my classmates, and I heard my classmate calling me and saying something was wrong. The thing was like this, my classmate wanted to play with me, but I didn’t do it before. I often played with him, and I was a little curious.

I asked him what happened: "Others stopped playing with me, they all avoided me on purpose," he said very sadly.

I looked at him very pitifully and thought: "I can help him look for it! It's not too much trouble."

After I said that, I started to take action. Later, we were in the school teaching building. I found her friend in the woods behind me who was hiding from her on purpose. I got closer and closer. After a while, I saw her friend. It turned out that her friend was Deng Rui, who I used to play with. Later, I had to change him in a few days. A friend, I was very angry.

Speaking domineeringly to Deng Rui: "I have changed my friends again. I change them very frequently. I change friends faster than I change clothes. I am very popular."

He listens to me After saying that, he got very angry and scolded me. I was so angry that I couldn’t control my hands and slapped him in the face. After deleting it, I was so stupid that I didn’t even know what I was doing. Why was Deng Rui crying? I already Stupid to the extreme. Later, I heard other people talking about me saying that I deleted Deng Rui, and I regretted it very much. I have always been curious about how I was able to do this, and actually hit my best friend.

After I got home, I was very depressed. My father asked me why I was so depressed and what happened. I said in a very low-spirited manner: "Today I had a conflict with Deng Rui. I'm afraid that I won't have this friend. I'm afraid of losing her. I'm also afraid that I won't keep him. I'm afraid that he won't play with me anymore." So scared

But my dad went to me and said, "Son, you don't have to be afraid. You'll be fine if you apologize proactively." I listened to my dad's words, but I never took any action, but remained indifferent. . I still lost this friend, and I still didn't keep her.

If I had apologized to him at that time, I would not have lost her. This time I really understood the saying "Impulse is the devil". My impulse at that time really became the devil.

Now that I think about it, I am already walking on a lonely path. Chapter 6: Walking on the campus path

In the early morning, the sun had just stretched its legs, the birds were singing crisp morning songs, and the alluring fragrance of flowers introduced me to Chunhui Garden.

Beside the stone gate of Chunhui Garden, there is a pot of bougainvillea. Bougainvillea? Her words are passionate and gritty. Her uniqueness caught my attention.

Most of the bougainvillea elsewhere are purple-red, but this pot of bougainvillea is purple-red with a hint of pink, just like the blushing cheeks of a girl. And the middle of each flower is as bright red as fire, so delicate and beautiful! In the center of the clusters of warm and unrestrained flowers, there are three or four slightly white bougainvillea. Against the flame-like background, they look more delicate and elegant, like a fairy who has just descended into the world.

Turning around and taking a look, I found another pot of lovely flowers. This flower has five small petals, which are bright red, like a small red star. That’s right, it’s the five-star flower! Five petals embrace a black stamen, and there is a circle of fine hair around the stamen. The wind gently caressed the stamens, and the stamens swayed, seeming to be coquettish or giggling.

Yeah! Isn’t this an osmanthus tree? I ran over in surprise.

An intoxicating aroma came to my face, which lifted my spirits! Huh? Is this osmanthus? So small! I'm afraid the diameter will not exceed 3 mm! Osmanthus flowers are dotted on the trees. Like eyes, like stars, blinking and blinking. He stretched out his hand and touched it gently. It was soft and tender. The small petals opened shyly, and there seemed to be an elf sleeping inside. I never thought that such a petite flower could emit such a rich fragrance!

As the saying goes: "A day's plan begins in the morning." Looking at the picturesque morning scenery on campus, I was intoxicated, as if I had become a grass on campus. This little flower, under the hard cultivation of the gardener, is growing happily and healthily, making the campus and the motherland more beautiful. Composition Part 7: Walking on a country road

In the early morning, the cheerful singing of birds woke me up from my deep sleep. When I opened my eyes, I found that the world outside the window had a new patch of green. The new clothes of the camphor tree told me - —Spring is here.

Overjoyed, I walked on the country road.

I walked slowly, and the east wind came with a smile, carrying the fragrance of the soil. I sucked in it and was intoxicated. Spring, your steps are so light.

Looking around, Qingshan has woken up. It washes its face with the flowing spring, uses willow trees and green grass to make new clothes, and uses wisps of white clouds to make headscarves. It is beautifully dressed. The river water reflects the reflection of the green mountains on both sides of the river, flowing eastward happily, and Tanzhou sings beautiful songs. The rain in early spring was beating playfully on the path. Wearing a pair of cute rain boots, she walked in the rain accompanied by singing and laughing - that was an innocent and lively girl on the other side.

The hillside not far away is covered with colorful skirts. It is full of azaleas, with deep and shallow reds, as if they are flowing, laughing, and growing. The flowers pressed one by one, pushing and squeezing each other, so lively and lively. "I am blooming!" they are laughing; "I am blooming!" they shout. Every flower blooms so brightly and makes everyone smile.

The spring breeze blew and blew, making the grass around me wave and scream in joy. She looked at everything curiously, as if she was smiling and whispering: "Hehe, spring is so good!"

Ah, I found, saw, and heard you - spring! You are on the branches, with six green branches and bright peach blossoms; you are in the air, with wild geese crossing the sky and swallows flying; you are in the water, cheering with someone, and the fish are chasing you; you are in the field, with the wheat fields turning green and the old cows mooing.

The deep feeling of spring is floating in my heart!

Ha--spring is here!

Green hills never grow old. Green water will never grow old, and as long as you are willing, your heart will never grow old either.

I didn’t want to leave for a long time, but I still took my time.

I wonder if there will be the same country road on the other side of the green mountains, and will there be more beautiful spring scenery? I laughed. In fact, in front of me, the clear water was flowing slowly, the green mountains were towering, and the green grass was growing - this was the most beautiful thing. Chapter 8: Walking on the path of growth

Everyone has experienced growth. The ups and downs in growth, the joy and even hardships in growth are all a precious wealth in life - inscription.

On the road of growth, everyone will remember that under the blue sky, dreams were like flowers.

On the road of growth, everyone will experience happy things or sad experiences.

On the road of growth, the wind will blow you, the sunshine will bathe you, the spring girl will give you the most sacred baptism, and the hyacinth will tell you the mysteries of the world.

On the road of growth, please don’t bow your head in the face of difficulties, and don’t cry when you fail, because God loves you and the world breathes with you.

On the road of growth, please don’t be confused by false beauty, don’t lose yourself because of other people’s hypocrisy, because the sky is watching you, the clouds are inspiring you, and the sun uses her best Beauty shines upon you.

Presumably, you have felt the warm spring scenery and the fragrance of flowers. In your eyes, everything in this world is wonderful and full of vitality.

Don’t worry, the world is too big. You should take a trip around the world, leave frustration and timidity behind, and forget all about crying and anger.

Because there is still too much beauty waiting for you to find. Life is short, how can you stop because of this? In the blue sea and danxia, ??the stars are saying hello to you, the moon is illuminating you, and everything in all things is your most loyal partner.

Look! There is a white fish belly in the east, the sun has risen, and life continues. "Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees." Life never stops because other species die! In my eyes and in your heart, flowers of life are blooming everywhere, and they are full of rich fragrance. What is that? Oh, that is the familiar success in your dream, quietly coming towards you.

On this road of growth, even if there are imperfections and misfortunes, life blooms because of their composition. Together with us, they compose the most beautiful music in the world!