Write a composition on the topic of proximity.

1. The composition of the far and near topic has a series of footprints, which extend all the way to the distance ... The blue waves are rippling in the distance, and the colors are faintly discernible at the junction of the sea and the sky.

What's the difference between near and blue, far and blue, near and far? It's just that distance takes a journey, and distance is just around the corner. One evening, the sun was setting and the sea breeze was blowing gently. Just like the sea breeze, we can't catch it, we can only appreciate it.

Why fight to the death in the arena of exam-oriented education? Can grades prove everything? Too much incomprehension, too many questions, accompanied by sweat and tears, passed away in a hurry, like a happy childhood, only to cherish. In the distant sky, I vaguely see the traces left by happiness, but happiness is like a string of footprints. After a gust of wind, it disappeared without a trace ... although there are many scenery nearby, you can still see a little shadow of reality. Every starry night has become an indelible glory in my memory because of hard work.

Between far and near, one step away, but far and far, advance and retreat is up to you. Gently, day after day, year after year, in the struggle, we learned to grow and understand the cruelty of reality. Behind the distant road is happiness that never expires.

The water and sky are the same in the distance, and the water is sparkling here. Needless to say, I know it must be more sunny in the distance. All I can do is get close to it ... even if I go back to the original point after vicissitudes, I have no regrets.

2. the composition on the topic of far and near is far and near

A string of footprints, extending into the distance. ...

Blue waves rippled in the distance, and blurred colors were distinguished at the junction of the sea and the sky.

What's the difference between near and blue, far and blue, near and far?

It's just that distance takes a journey, and distance is just around the corner.

One evening, the sun was setting and the sea breeze was blowing gently. Just like the sea breeze, we can't catch it, we can only appreciate it.

Why fight to the death in the arena of exam-oriented education? Can grades prove everything?

Too much incomprehension, too many questions, accompanied by sweat and tears, passed away in a hurry, like a happy childhood, only to cherish.

In the distant sky, I vaguely saw the traces left by happiness, but happiness is like a string of footprints, which disappeared without a trace after a gust of wind. ...

Although there are many scenery nearby, you can still see some realistic shadows. Every night with stars becomes an indelible glory in your memory because of your efforts.

Between far and near, one step away, but far and far, advance and retreat is up to you.

Gently, day after day, year after year, in the struggle, we learned to grow and understand the cruelty of reality. Behind the distant road is happiness that never expires.

The water in the distance is the same as the sky.

It's sparkling here

Needless to say, I know it must be more sunny in the distance. All I can do is get close to it. ...

Even if I go back to the original point after vicissitudes, I have no regrets!

3. Write a short essay on the topic of distance. Infinite scenery in the distance, ie attracting people's attention with poetry. People often say: "Infinite scenery is at its peak.

I want to say, "Infinite scenery is far away." There is a saying: "what is near in life is reality, and what is far away is poetry."

If it is reality, there will always be some cruelty. Only the distance, the unknown distance, is picturesque in people's minds.

There may be Hua Hudie dancing, warm as spring, a paradise, a paradise. (The temptation of "Distant") The stream pursues the distance, because the distance is the vast sea; The eagle pursues the distance because the sky is high and the clouds are light in the distance; Fish chase the distance, which is wide and deep; We chase the distance, and the distance has our dreams and ideals.

Far away, it is infinite light splitting! (Ban Bixing) If you are content with the stream in front of you, you can only stagnate and become a stagnant pool. If the eagle is attached to a nest of comfort nearby, how can it make the sky magnificent! If the fish don't give up the shallow water nearby, how can they feel that the sea is wide and the fish are jumping? If people don't chase the distance, how can they say that this life is not worth it! (Three or four pros and cons demonstrate the necessity of pursuing "distance". In the process of pursuing distance, human beings have been sublimated and human society has made progress.

Xu Xiake was not satisfied with the nearby scenery, so he pursued the distance and eventually became a great geographer. Galileo was not satisfied with his predecessors' theories, but painstakingly explored the unknown fields in the distance, so his theory of "two iron balls landing at the same time" resounded through the sky.

Jenny, a British female scientist, went to distant Africa alone, lived in the jungle for more than ten years, and finally founded a new discipline-animal behavior. In Ordinary World, Sun Shaoping ignored his brother's persuasion, instead of running a brick factory with him, he went out to work.

Indeed, if he stays at home, he will be the envy of the local rich like his brother. But he felt that something was calling him or tempting him in the distance.

So he left without hesitation. At the end of the novel, he was disfigured by a work-related injury.

But can we say that it is not worthwhile for him to pursue the distance? If he didn't choose to go out, how could he have a pure and beautiful love with Xiao Xia? If he stays at home, how can he have many valuable experiences? Chasing the distance, we have to endure a little pain or pay some price, as long as we firmly believe that there are beautiful scenery in the distance. Take Sun Shaoping for example. I, he chased a beautiful distance.

Isn't a full life the good scenery he pursues? Believe it, the scenery in the distance is infinite. Take up the backpack of courage and will and set out firmly into the distance.

I am willing to walk with you all the way. My heart is happy to go far away, flying is a dream, and my heart is far away. Even if there is cold wind and rain, I won't stop flapping my wings.

-Inscription (revealing the theme and insisting on "far away") It is a persistent pursuit and courage to rush to the dream. The river is in the distance. It is not afraid of the barrier of mountains, nor is it greedy for the tenderness of the scenery on the shore. It never stops, and finally it has merged into the sea and harvested a choppy life.

With the heart in the distance, keep in mind the adage that "the motionless is a dead lake" and "Qian Fan has crossed the sinking boat, and Wan Muchun is in front of the sick tree", which is not stagnation at present, but the pace of social progress. The heart is far away, which is the motive force of atrial beating.

The distance is a dream in my heart and a poetic place in my corner. The distance is the end of the rise and fall of the sun and the moon, the point where the stream flows, and the end of the road under your feet.

Even if there are roses and beautiful scenery on the shore, I dare not stay. I am a ship that is not tied. The moment when the heart is far away and the oath comes out of the mouth.

So, I ran against the rising sun, and only in this way would I not repent in the sunset. The heart is far away, and "far away" is the heart of children who are worried about fees and write a chapter of love with their own lives.

Far away is the stage in Tai Lihua's heart. She does not give in to the defects of life, and her heart is far away, which makes her go from the bottom of life to the peak of art, and her heart is far away, realizing her dreams.

(Example demonstration) "Dandelion flies in the curved moonlight ..." Children stare at the soaring umbrella with clear and firm eyes, and have a firm belief in their hearts: Dandelion! One day I will fly far away like you. "Far away" is the other side of Qingshan, a city full of temptations, where there are sweet dreams waiting for them to pick up.

I am also one of them, and my heart is far away. I walked briskly and firmly on the rugged mountain road to our full-fledged palace, and then I hope that one day I can flap my wings and fly to the "distant place" in my heart. Now, when I was a child, that "faraway place" is at my feet, and another "faraway place" is attracting me with mysterious brilliance and teasing me to keep moving forward.

Once that rugged mountain road! It's been a long time. Do you still remember my dream? However, you are an extension of my heart forever, and I will still be persistent and firm. My heart is far away, and I won't stop until I get the brightest pearl.

My heart is far away. Far away is actually a bright moon, which illuminates my heart, so that I will never lose my way and move forward forever. There is a bright moon in my heart, why not make it clear? (53 points).

4. Write a composition on the topic of "moving forward" and the sun will move forward.

The outside world is not as white as snow, but the cold wind announces the arrival of winter. Raindrops slowly seeped into the ground along the manhole cover, "click, click", which was particularly lonely and cold in this cold winter, and I couldn't help shivering. But the gradually dispersed dark clouds ushered in the sunshine, which is precious warmth.

In the sun, step by step to the front.

I have never been close to my father since I was a child, perhaps because I am a girl or because of my father's personality.

In my memory, my father is an indifferent person, unlike my mother who will take care of my life; He doesn't talk much, and always listens to me quietly to tell his worries or happy things. Therefore, I always stick to my mother, because she is as warm as sunshine, while my father is as cold as winter. Although there is not much communication between them, they are still very harmonious.

Only once, I quarreled with my father. I can't remember the reason now, except that it was very important to me at that time. I angrily picked up my father's car keys, ran out of the door and went straight to the garage. Father was angry and didn't chase me. I opened the car door and hid in this small space, crying and crying, leaving no room for my father's unkindness. But I cried and cried.

When I woke up, it was dark. I walked out of the car door with the key and hesitated whether to go home, only to find that my father was sitting on a small stool and fell asleep against the corner. I approached him carefully, hesitating whether to wake him up, as if I felt something. My father opened his eyes and found that I was up. He said, "Ah, you are awake, so let's go home." I stood there and said. At the moment when my father just opened his eyes and touched me, I seemed to capture the loving eyes in the depths of his eyes, which I had never seen before. Warm trapped my body, wantonly shuttle, filled with every corner. At this time, I finally understood that the breath in the car originated from my father and his sunshine! So my tears flowed silently, even I didn't feel it myself. Instead, my father touched my shoulder nervously and asked me anxiously about my situation. I wiped my tears, shook my head, took my father's hand and said, "Nothing, let's go." Let's go, take the sunshine and move on.

The only person in this world who still loves me after being injured is you. Dad, this is the warmth and sunshine you gave me. I will always carry it.

In the sun, move forward. Step by step.

In a flash, I found that running has been my weakness since junior high school. Although I take time to run during the holidays, it usually lasts less than a week. Helpless, I had to comfort myself with the excuse that "I will get thinner when I grow taller". But now I'm in the third grade, I'm taller and look thinner, and I can face the test of 1000 meters. I asked myself.

As the stopwatch in the teacher's hand falls, everything seems to be far away from me, except the red runway that seems to never run. The red color under the strong sunlight is so scary. I twitched, then tried to adjust myself and follow the pace of the man in front.

The gentle and warm breeze before the exam instantly turned into a naughty child. They laughed wildly in my face, rampaged, and sometimes even grabbed my trouser legs and skirt, which hindered my progress. I shook my hand and tried to get rid of those naughty "children", but everything was in vain.

Six hundred meters has passed, and I am surprised that my endurance has improved so much. The "best friend" who has been living behind me has suddenly accelerated and surpassed my pace. I was just about to catch up when my throat suddenly hurt.

Get up, I need water urgently to moisten me. The pain in my lungs reminds me all the time that my body has reached its limit and I can't accelerate any more. But I must speed up, because if I don't take action, I will be depressed mentally and academically.

Both sides were defeated.

The finish line of 1000m is getting closer and closer, as if waving to me. The "best friend" in front has stopped breathing and staggered ahead.

Oil! You can do it! Pass them! There seems to be a voice shouting in my heart. My heart is like a burning flame, which brings me great courage and strength. I suddenly rushed forward and the sun shone on my right foot.

I set foot on my white line before my best friend.

For me, 4 minutes and 06 seconds is incredible, more than 30 seconds faster than last semester, which aroused the admiration and surprise of teachers and students. I smiled smugly and didn't find my feet almost unconscious until I got home. But I am proud, because I turned "impossible" into "possible" and bid farewell to "I can't"!

In fact, "I can't" is just an excuse, but it is this little excuse that distinguishes us from "I can". How can you get results without hard work?

At that moment, I found myself, the self deeply hidden in my heart, the stubborn self who refused to give up easily.

6. Morning Fog Composition (600 words)

When I wake up in the morning, I want to see the weather outside through the window. Ah, it is white everywhere. What is that? My brother told me that it was foggy.

The morning mist enveloped the whole earth, and I couldn't tell the difference at all? It's like a wisp of gauze, floating around the house, flowers and trees. It's like playing hide and seek. Look, the way it plays is really cute! It dances gracefully like a wisp of smoke, like a white butterfly dancing among flowers. Seeing its graceful appearance, it attracted flowers and trees that are still in sweet dreams. They unconsciously opened their eyes and blinked from time to time. "Wow, it's beautiful, just like an angel!" The mountains and tall buildings in the distance can't be seen clearly, but a little can be seen vaguely. The morning mist seems to cover them, making people's eyeliner more and more bottomless.

Not far away, the morning mist is still floating around the tall and straight trees. In front of the trees, there are several short trees, which can't be blown by the wind or rained, but the morning mist can moisten them, spread them on the branches and leaves of small trees, turn them into small drops, then suck them in and gradually grow into towering trees.

There is a thin smoky morning mist floating on the nearby river, which has covered the river with white and flawless clothes, as if it had entered a paradise like a fairyland on earth. Pedestrians come and go on the road, and traffic is heavy. Sometimes I can only hear their intermittent footsteps, and then I am attracted by the beautiful scenery in front of me. In front of us is a veil-like morning mist, clouds and waves, like smoke, like poetry and painting. I reached for it. Ha! I caught it. When I opened my hand, the morning mist doll had slipped from my five fingers! I went to catch it again, but there was still no trace of the morning mist doll on my hand. There are morning mist dolls everywhere, and my upper and lower eyelashes are covered with small drops of water, which is slightly cool. Really comfortable!

All this constitutes a colorful picture. I was attracted and intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of nature. ...

Morning fog (900 words)

In the misty morning light, the sun lost its temperature; The sap of leaves is cold, but people's hearts are warm.

In the morning, sit between heaven and earth and enjoy the fog.

The combination of fog and clouds can be said to be the most beautiful scenery given to us by God. When I reached the top of the mountain, the clouds filled the air, and the mountain seemed to go straight into the sky. This landscape is more aura than painting, more poetic than poetry, and looks very confused. When you are close, you will know. We are in it, and even the air is infected by fog. At the moment of breathing, you will fully feel that the smell of fog is thicker, more fragrant and more natural than flowers.

Fog is undoubtedly the most temperament in my heart, because it liberates my mind and makes me happy. Before the sun came out, the fog had surrounded the whole earth ―― the house, the mountain, Yuan Ye and I all became fog bags. It is elusive, which makes people who come into contact with it curious and yearning, which is also what attracts me to the fog.

Fog covers the earth, including the stars in the sky, the sun and the moon. Even the entire galaxy and the universe. When the fog is still there, I am watching. It is rising and spreading to everyone's eyes, and I am becoming its first intruder. Because I am obsessed with fog, I am glad to find that fog is the residence in my heart, which makes my mind and heart no longer shake.

The sunshine is not very strong, but I am already very hot, because I was conquered and shocked by a simple force of nature. Although the fog continues to spread, I still stand. The sky is still so blue and the water is still so cold. But my heart will never change direction.

When the wind comes, the fog is dancing. It wears a gauze skirt and dances with the wind. That kind of touch is beautiful. I am grateful, and I am pessimistic. I'm glad I can see the fog and feel it.

The wind chased the fog, and the fog drifted away. There is a pure and subtle friendship between the two. They take care of each other and give each other beauty. Looking at it, I can't help being intoxicated with it, drifting away with the thought of fog and the horn of the wind ...

Fog is written in the book, wind is written on the brush, and it is naturally expounded in the heart.

All this stems from the simplicity and compassion of all things;

All this carries everyone's ardent hopes;

All this has contributed to the joy of the God of Life;

All this is our source;

All this is melodious at the end of the song;

All this will advance and retreat with you;

All this is the end of time;

All this is the laughter of growing up;

All this will always belong to you and me;

All these suddenly rise in stamens;

all this/these ...

Are you still hesitating

Life is short and precious, and you are needed to fill the haze. Please surpass it!

At that time, you will glow with the most dazzling brilliance!

7. Write a composition on the topic of "Clouds on the Horizon". If the number of words is not enough, give me a reply. Oh, let me get one for you!

Leave a group of thoughts

Clouds on the horizon are her worries.

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I vaguely remember the hot summer when she left.

He and I are still sitting under the clouds, looking at the clouds in the sky. But this day's clouds lack the happiness of silk and move slowly in the air.

As usual, I spoke first.

"Are you leaving tomorrow?"

"hmm." I can't hear clearly, but I read sadness in his eyes.

Suddenly there is a salty smell in the air, yes, it is the smell of tears.

"Will you come back?" I held her hand gently.

"I don't know, it's still Xu Bule!"

Yes, his voice is still so sweet, but today's words hurt my heart!

Yes, she's leaving.

Yes, she's leaving!

Cloud, cloud, why are you still floating in the sky? At this time, people who love you will be far apart. Why not hold them with your lingering hands? Tie them together with your hidden silver thread?

You don't understand the style of clouds!

She dried my tears, so light, and the air was filled with her unique fragrance. She pointed her delicate finger at the clouds in the sky and said, "This is my gift to you!" " "

I looked up at the sky.

That pure cloud without a trace of impurities!

Postscript:

She left and really didn't come back, but the clouds she left me are flying in the air every day. This heartfelt miss is buried in the deepest corner of my heart.

8. Write a composition on the topic of looking up at the starry sky.

The threshing floor in the starry night exudes a faint fragrance, and the distant peaks, nearby fields and small villages are hazy, beautiful and quiet under the starlight, which is a harbor where souls away from the hustle and bustle of the world are moored. Looking up, the stars are hanging very low and close, as if standing on the top of the mountain can hold three or five in your arms. One or two owl calls came from the distant Woods, which were remote and mysterious, as if singing for the lonely starry sky. The starry sky is like a dark black pot, with the fragrance of rice and flowers hanging over my head, leaving me nowhere to hide. The wheat straw pile beside the threshing floor is covered with colorful starlight. I lay on my back with my head on my hands in the haystack, staring at the night with my eyes open, and watching the dense stars all over the sky, and my impetuous mood will eventually calm down. Gradually, I couldn't help walking in the depths of the time tunnel. All the troubles in the world are quietly disappearing at the moment. I seem to have forgotten my existence, leaving a kind of meditation and silence that seems to be frozen in time. Only the owl, who can't stand loneliness, stops and stops my thoughts from time to time. Such a starry sky can't help but remind people of childhood. The starry sky in childhood is a very curious question. We open our clear eyes and stubbornly look for it. We firmly believe that the one that connects with our hearts in the sky can be picked. That stubborn mood is like grass buds in the mountains longing for rain and sunshine. Looking at the vast starry sky, my childhood heart can't help but open up and have a zero-distance dialogue with the mysterious universe. We once pointed to the bright moon and recited Chang 'e; Looking at the vast galaxy, it tells the joys and sorrows of the two sides. The love story of Cowherd and Weaver Girl is sad and romantic, but it is an eternal topic for lovers all over the world. Seven fairies together forever, where can we find this kind of pure friendship in the world? And that twinkling star, unless it is the fireworks of war, I hope it is just a raging flame. Looking up at the starry sky and thinking about the vast and distant universe, you can't help thinking about the sun, moon and stars, flowers and trees, birds, animals, insects and fish, even human beings, and even all tenacious life. The dream of childhood faded away with the quietly changing years, but the beautiful starry sky remained. The thick night, like papaya jelly in a cold drink shop, looks cloudy but transparent. Stars are white sesame seeds embedded in papaya jelly, which are deep and shallow. Listening to the sounds of nature in the silent sky, feeling the boundless silence, listening to my inner voice, I remembered bhaskar's famous sentence: "Infinite silence makes me tremble." Yes! From the perspective of the whole universe, the earth, the moon, Mars, and even the sun and the Milky Way may be just floating dust particles in the vast universe. The sages said: people are no big or small. Facing the endless universe and endless time and space, when I look back at this small world with my eyes and mind, how small the earth is and how small the human beings are, just like a drop of water in the sea and a grain of sand in the desert, which is frustrating, frightening and exciting. It is easy for human beings to forget their own smallness. Why do people living on a grain of dust still have poverty, violence, killing and war? Why should people be annoyed at missing a beautiful place because of trivial things? All this will be a thing of the past, only the starry sky is eternal. My thoughts are like a flying rocket, swimming towards the depths of Xinghai, scattering my anguish, resentment and troubles all the way, and gradually sinking into the vast Xinghai. Shining stars fly by. I think, even stars can't expect the sun to emit so much light and heat, and they won't look like the moon, but each star will always maintain its own inherent position, dotted with colorful and dazzling starry sky. If a person has no selfish distractions, he would rather be an ordinary star. Even if the starlight is dim, he can draw the breath of life on the edge of the dark forest like a firefly flying with light. The deeper the night, the brighter the starry sky and the more dazzling the starlight. Eternity can be elegant, who can predict the future? Ask the boundless universe, what it tells me is the endless concept of time and space that comes and goes without a trace. Since childhood, I have never counted the number of stars in the sky, and I don't know how the constellations are arranged. However, when the spacecraft flew to dazzling Mars during its seven-month journey, I was shocked when it sent back a picture of Gobi desert and desert rocks from distant Mars. Since ancient times, human beings have yearned for and explored the mysterious and beautiful starry sky, and paid a lot of lives for it, such as Tang Ruowang, Copernicus, Galileo, Challenger and so on. They wave upon wave, fearless. So man finally set sail for space. Flying to Mars is not the distance from Beijing to Shanghai, nor the journey from the earth to the moon. My thinking speed is accelerating, and it is difficult to travel easily in the universe. I really haven't been touched by anything for a long time. Tonight, I was not only moved by the starry sky, but also shocked. It's hard to say what it's like to be shocked by the stars. Lying on the glory of wheat straw, I silently recited the poem "Looking at the starry sky in Hargil" by Nishikawa: "There is a mystery that you can't control-you can only play the role of a bystander-so that mysterious forces can send signals from far away-shine in your heart". Whenever I look up at the starry sky, my thoughts are like a runaway wild horse, crossing the vast and distant universe.

9. Write a composition on the topic of walking on the road. Walking on the road may be because in the early morning, a person walks quietly.

Walking on the road, a person, the breeze brushed his face for a while, and the night passed by his ear for a while. The quiet night sky is mixed with many smells that cannot be appreciated during the day.

Walking on the road, quietly, the leaves on the treetops blow from nowhere, and from time to time there is the sound of leaves fluttering and branches rustling. So many wonderful voices let me into the music world, trying to get rid of it, only to find that from far to near, in addition to my own footprints, it is my own footprints.

Walking on the road, busy streets during the day are buried by night, and the noise disappears in the night. At this time, the default seems to be the water in the river, washing all the garbage onto the embankment and waiting for people to come. Walking on the road, you are your own partner.

Walking on the road step by step, I don't know where to go. Walking on the road, I quickened my pace and let my feet tread on the leaves and make a messy sound.

However, when I opened my eyes and suddenly looked up, I saw a door under the lamp. I pushed open the door and the light fell to the ground, only to find that my feet took me to the place I was looking for-a warm and harmonious home.