Write a composition on the topic of a distant station.

1. conceive a composition about a distant station. My mother has been busy packing since morning, and she-is leaving. Go back to work in that strange and cold city.

At about eight or nine o'clock, the aunt downstairs came, holding her baby granddaughter. The mother touched the child's face and said with a smile, "Zi Qi is beautiful again!" "The face is full of smiles, and there is no sadness of parting.

Yeah, maybe it's because of habit. My mother seldom stays at home. As long as I can remember, her work has moved to other places, from our poor town to Guangzhou, a big city that people yearn for. In my memory, my mother's face only softened at the moment I got on the train.

My father said he would send it to my mother, but my mother refused. "Why don't you just stay in the hospital for illness? What are you doing out? Hot and dry? " The tone is no longer as cold as the little couple who used to be very much in love. Father's eyes gradually dim, as if, lost the light.

When I went out with my luggage, my aunt also rushed over. I immediately carried something in my hands, which can only be described as the coolness of early summer. Now this breeze is chilling.

"Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, why not go back after the festival?" My aunt, who doesn't care about sweating, tilted her head and asked her mother. "Oh, there is something wrong with the company." Mother's tone is still cold.

There are not many people at the station. After all, it's not the peak time of going south. I glanced at the station, which seemed to have changed a lot.

I haven't been on a train since I was eight years old. My mother thinks it's too crowded for the sleeper to sleep well. In recent years, my family has also flourished. With a private car, it is more convenient, and people who go back and forth use private cars. How do you know that my father's serious illness has spent most of his family's savings, and this old car can only give up love. I know my mother is a little disgusted with her father. She has no culture and no ambition, so she can only add to the family's troubles.

This time my mother bought a hard seat, and my aunt advised, "Why not buy a sleeper?" The face-saving mother just smiled faintly. "There are not many people, and hard seats can make do."

The TV station has really changed. The broken glass in the past has been removed and the walls have been repainted, giving people a brand-new feeling. The tall and narrow guardrail has now been replaced by a short row. What's the matter?

Surrounded by people who came to bid farewell and those who were about to leave, there was a mother and daughter sitting next to them. The mother was in her fifties and her daughter was in her twenties. Listening to the dialogue is touching, but not disgusting. My daughter keeps stuffing things into her mother's hand, but her mother won't. After pushing and shoving for a long time, her mother reluctantly stuffed them into the bag and complained, "Why do you still have them?" I told you to keep it for yourself. "Even so, I still saw the light rising in my eyes and the concern like water.

The bell rang three times, the train whistle rang, the gate opened, and the aunt picked up her things and rushed forward. Zizi Qijia also blew a kiss to her mother and said "goodbye" to her mother. My mother and I walked slowly behind, but my aunt looked worried. My mother said, "There's still time. Don't flinch."

Before my mother got on the bus, she finally turned around and thought of me. She said piecemeal, "You should take good care of your father and be obedient." After listening for many years, I now understand that this is just a perfunctory, but my mouth is good.

Boo-hoo, the train left, slowly, slowly sailed into the distance and disappeared. My aunt asked me with concern, "Why don't you cry?" I shook my head. Yeah, why don't you cry? Is it time that took away the crying girl? Or did you take away some friendship?

A gust of wind blew, dropped some leaves and was swept away by the wind. I picked up the remaining piece and muttered, "It seems that the love between us has been blown away by time." In the midsummer afternoon, I walked on the road holding my aunt's hand, and my shadow was long.

2. Writing a composition on a distant place Kant said: "This universe will never be known, because human wisdom is too small." Because of this, with wisdom, the world has the desire to look far away and explore far away. Distance is full of unknowns, so human curiosity about distance runs through the long river of history.

Facing the "vast ocean" of science, Newton stood on the shoulders of giants to explore the mysteries of the world and found gravity from the knocking of an apple on the earth. From then on, we knew it came from distant space. In Watt's era, carriages could not speed up people's running, and people struggled to advance to the horizon in a limited time. Watt's exploration of "pushing the pot cover with air" made the steam engine push the wheel of the times into the distance. Almost only by looking for distant places can mankind be brought into a brand-new era. People arrive at the once unknown world again and again, and people rush to the unknown next distance again and again. Therefore, we know that the distance is far and the distance is not far. The distance is far away, and many times we are afraid to pay our lives for it; It's far. Have you noticed that Kuafu, thirsty and tired, fell on the long road of chasing the sun, while Columbus set sail and crossed from one end of the earth to the other; Have you noticed how many ancient people held paper kites high and dreamed that Dapeng spread his wings and folded them, and Armstrong had already flown to the earth today to explore the figure of Chang 'e Jade Rabbit? When we feel that the distance is far away, we are even more glad that it is not far away.

It seems that it is always advisable to write a composition on the topic of "remoteness".

The farther away, the more hazy, the more hazy and mysterious. That kind of mystery often makes us fantasize: the bungalow in the distance has become a palace, the stream in the distance has become a river, the tenacity in the distance has become tame, and the snow-covered distance has become green soil.

Some of the ugliest adjectives may also be added to distant places we don't like. The vast sea seems to have no shore.

The mystery in the distance lures people by the sea to roam the sea and engage in exploration. Conquest and plunder have added some colors to the civilization of countries that have been attacked by seawater.

There is a sea beyond Yinghai, and the sea in the distance is like a banshee, charming and fierce. In the Eastern Han Dynasty, Ban Chao will send Gan Ying to cross the sea to Daqin (East Rome? ), but the vast sea seems to be inhabited by a god of death, interrupting his thoughts. Gan Ying's unfulfilled ambition, like Alexander's failure to cross the Indus River to reach the distant place he yearned for, often makes me feel sorry.

This mountain is a vertical distance. Limited sublimity is infinite temptation, long silence is constant magnetic force, and mountains are unattractive, which always makes people move towards it automatically; There are mountains to climb, and endless mountains have endless yearning.

This awe-inspiring distance once sharpened people's fighting spirit and made the ancient Indian people breed pessimistic thoughts in helplessness. This kind of leisure in different places is often a comfort to people's hearts.

One of the truest, best and most beautiful distant places has always made people yearn for it, and that is heaven. The longing for heaven once dominated the history of the Middle Ages in the West, making people sacrifice the happiness of the world and enter that distant place through the narrow door of God's revelation.

However, no one has ever come back from heaven, so people still yearn for heaven and it seems to be getting better and better. Hell is also the farthest distance, and the thought of it is like the shadow of a dark cloud before a storm, which makes us feel inexplicable fear.

Some people yearn for heaven to do good deeds, while others are afraid of going to hell. Far away, people who often drive! Wake up from childhood dreams, young people have a distant future, and the distant future is a series of distant places.

Everything seems far away to him, even death is far away to him. Maybe he has nothing, but at least he has blood and courage.

Maybe he doesn't know where to go, but he has towards the distant's determination. The distance may be a vicious enemy, but he still moves on.

There may be storms and tides in the distance, but he still drives the boat forward. The distance may be like the jungle in Africa, full of death, but he still approaches.

The distance may be a desert, but heaven is a developed desert. He wants to go, he wants to go that distance. What joy is more enviable than falling asleep? -The first pilgrims who arrived in New England fell to their knees and thanked God for giving them the desolation of the dreamland.

Maybe he is building a paradise in the distance. Maybe he thinks his hometown is a very close distance.

Maybe he died far away. Maybe he came back from far away.

Maybe he won. Even if there is nothing in his hand, he still gains something in his heart: one day, he can tell others that he has been to a distant place, a desert that few people have been to! The stars in the distant sky are thought-provoking with their perennial silence.

If life is an endless mountain range, then living is a series of yearning and pilgrimage to the distance. Infinite distance and limited life make people hold on to their ambitions.

If you are far away, the sunshine is weak and weary, and the atmosphere here is gloomy. You are exhausted by the secular, noisy and stupid smell of this place.

Looking forward to the distance, you will go and stay away from here quietly. There are seas, mountains and forests in the distance; Your dream is always flying in the distance.

If you are far away, you are independent from the traditional shadow, the sun shines on you, the mountains arch you, and the Woods support you; You breathe freely and your pores relax. From my melancholy hometown, you are hiding in the foothills and streams, a small town whose name can't be found on the map.

Stop crying and even cherish every sigh. You live happily.

The first time you wake up, you say, "Good morning, everything exists." Then drink a glass of dew to wake yourself up, then ring the bell, beat the birds and beasts in the forest, and beat people.

Then they wake up and find you. Smile and ask where are you from? You said that you came from far away, that far away ruled by hypocrisy and greed, the place you once loved, will be your hometown in the future.

Then tell people that you don't need a name, and you are an anonymous bell ringer. Every day, you listen to the whispers of grass and flowers and smile.

Draw yourself on the beach, drown in the waves and forget yourself. Every night, you open the window to welcome the gentle visit of the stars.

"Do you love stars?" You will suddenly want to write a letter to a person, but then tear it up, and scatter the paper quietly in the wind, at sea and in your forgetfulness. You haven't asked him before, and you can't ask him now.

You used to be silent, but now you are the only one who remembers the past silence with silence. You found that you liked him before, but you were always so silent. On that day, he suddenly left silently-has he been dead for many years? It's foggy.

You don't know when the fog came, but you sent it away. Walking in the fog, you will be satisfied with your loneliness, proud of not being confused by the absurdity of the masses, and proud of rejecting the vulgarity of the world.

No more etiquette, no more authority, no more idols, no more saints; You just need to be sober and have a conscience. You are sad only because you are sober and only because you have a conscience.

If there is rain, the rain will play heavy songs for you, making you more lonely. You are indifferent to the ugliness of the world with your sadness. Walk in the rain and let the soil touch you. There is only one god from you, but God! Where are you? Dry your body when it rains. I hope you are a bathed baby. You admire yourself. Remember, everyone is like this. Everyone is a piece of dirt! Birds are sleeping in their nests, so don't ruin their dreams.

Birds will fly by. You once envied sailors who set sail, but later you envied swallows who flew lightly and played with shadows. Watching the clouds drift by, Shan Ye is silent, likes you, likes your black standing, and opens his heart: "Come on! Everything is true, good and beautiful. "

Still swimming in the sea, visiting the fish's home and talking to the fish; The fish will be surprised by your strange big fish, so you should introduce yourself and tell the fish that the ridiculous modern civilization of human beings has made the fish laugh. Then visit the success of coral and tell them that their bodies are more beautiful than pyramids! When I was in Qiu Lai, I went to pick up fallen leaves and flowers to pay homage to autumn, and wrote songs on their graves to welcome the winter, so that the camera could convey the sadness of autumn.

Spring has come, I wander around the tomb, thinking about the cruel love and island of nature in winter, and then embrace spring with a sadness. Ah, it's spring. It's spring again. Why do people still have winter? No more expectations.

4. A composition with a far-reaching topic, 800 words is far away. My eyes stared at the distant and strange place outside the window.

Far away? In which direction is the distance?

Far away, sometimes across the balcony.

In those lonely days, it seems that only the balcony can soothe my lost heart. Walking quietly on the dusty old balcony, what you see is the extension of the vibrant green moss on the ground. Seeing those insignificant little things that make unremitting efforts for life, I think anyone who sighs like me can walk on them and breathe fresh air from another world.

Balcony, as its name implies, is the stage of sunshine. I believe that those colleagues who write wonderful sentences such as "sunshine can dance" also like to wander around the balcony-without real experience, even making up lies will be full of loopholes.

I like balconies, so I like sunshine. Looking at the white clouds in the sky trying to plug the cracks that Nu Wa didn't fill in those years, and the sunshine always swims freely on the land below the white clouds, I think I can see the proud expression of the sunshine. Perhaps, it is for this reason that rain will come to the world! Therefore, whenever it rains, I always look to the deepest part of the sky.

Bathed in the sunshine on the balcony, I like to lean in the corner and listen to the songs of the wind. The wind on the balcony comes from a distance. It may be a coastal city thousands of kilometers away or a foreign country on the other side of the Pacific Ocean. Compared with the wind on the ground, he is a knowledgeable and well-informed wandering poet; The wind on the ground, at best, is just the children in the village dragging their noses and babbling in the country.

Wandering poets are bohemian and poetic. Therefore, I like to stand on the balcony and listen to the wind singing most truly.

The wind on the balcony, sometimes learning to be a rough man, hysterically tugs at the loess high slope in the distance. In a trance, I heard the generous "Xintianyou" flying freely on the muddy loess high slope.

The wind on the balcony serenades from time to time, and the nightingale rests on the mountain branches, and the whispering voice rushes to the southeast coast. After putting the sea afraid of the dark to sleep, it ran farther with fine sand. Accompanied by the footsteps of the wind, it is the sweet words of the sleeping waves.

Listening to the snoring of the waves and counting the footprints of the wind drifting away, I gradually lost sight of the distance and the direction. White clouds finally blocked the gap in the sky, and the naughty sunshine quieted down. Everything is quiet.

In the dark, I groped step by step and found the legendary paradise. ...

It's far away. Which direction is the distance?

Sometimes, the distance is just across the balcony. Sometimes, it will be somewhere else. Sometimes, it will be far away. Sometimes, it can be very close. No direction sign in the world can point out its direction, and no ruler can measure its distance.

-Far away, in the direction of my heart.

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I am sitting on the bus, and the bus wobbles like a drunk bear.

My head keeps hitting the window ~

Small trees and shrubs planted outside the window are shining with gold and silver.

The bus is about to arrive at the station, and there are already many people waiting at the station, frowning and anxious.

I once heard someone say, don't keep staring at the direction of the car when waiting for the bus!

It's unfair ... Well, I nodded heavily.

You don't have to remind me,

When he stands beside me, my eyes will inadvertently see him.

Forgot to stare at the car,

I stood at the station when I went to school, wondering if he was waiting with apple clothes and bags like me …

I was sitting on the bus, which wobbled like a drunk bear.

So my head keeps hitting the window ~

The small trees and shrubs planted outside the window have passed away with gold and silver.

And new small trees and shrubs have died.

The bus is about to leave, and there are still many people waiting at the station, frowning and anxious.

I have heard that the water of youth is urgent, so don't entangle with useless flowers.

It's so irrational ... Well, I giggled gently.

When he misses me, my heart beats faster and my cheeks turn red.

Forget today's worries and tomorrow's worries.

6. The composition with the title of "Distant" and the distance of 600 words have different meanings for everyone. You may think that the South Pole is far away, some people may say that Xishuangbanna is far away, and some people even think that going to the Chenghuang Temple is also a distant journey ... No one knows where the real distance is.

And I really look forward to the distance. Actually, it's not far, but it must be a completely different place. It may be two pieces of land close at hand, but they have completely different history, scenery and folk customs. I think they are far away because they don't belong to the same world. I want to go that far.

There are many high-rise buildings in China. I'm used to life, I've seen too much and I'm tired of it. My inner longing for the distance is getting stronger and stronger. Want to climb a mountain, even if the last feeling is just that I feel smaller; If you want to see the desert, even if you can't wait for the oasis, it's just a mirage; I want to go to the Great Wall and recall the back of the dynasty. Want to go far away ...

In fact, I am more eager for another distance; The distance of life. Life is a road, but few people walk it, because we have too many troubles to hold us back in this life. We will hear applause and applause, and then drift up and down in the envious eyes of others; Or we tripped over something. After standing up, the teacher licked his old wound and told himself with thousands of excuses: Stop it, that's enough!

That's right. It's easy to move forward. However, after great sadness and pain, it is too difficult to move on. So few people will finish the road of life, and perhaps it is impossible for anyone to finish it. After all, the pursuit is infinite, and there is no end. I long for the distance in life: the eternal distance.

Yes, no one knows how far it is forever, and no one knows where the distance is. Perhaps because of this, we constantly surpass and challenge ourselves, so we have the so-called miracle.

7. How to write a composition about distance?

Far away? In which direction is the distance?

Far away, sometimes across the balcony.

In those lonely days, it seems that only the balcony can soothe my lost heart. Walking quietly on the dusty old balcony, what you see is the extension of the vibrant green moss on the ground. Seeing those insignificant little things that make unremitting efforts for life, I think anyone who sighs like me can walk on them and breathe fresh air from another world.

Balcony, as its name implies, is the stage of sunshine. I believe that those colleagues who write wonderful sentences such as "sunshine can dance" also like to wander around the balcony-without real experience, even making up lies will be full of loopholes.

I like balconies, so I like sunshine. Looking at the white clouds in the sky trying to plug the cracks that Nu Wa didn't fill in those years, and the sunshine always swims freely on the land below the white clouds, I think I can see the proud expression of the sunshine. Perhaps, it is for this reason that rain will come to the world! Therefore, whenever it rains, I always look to the deepest part of the sky.

Bathed in the sunshine on the balcony, I like to lean in the corner and listen to the songs of the wind. The wind on the balcony comes from a distance. It may be a coastal city thousands of kilometers away or a foreign country on the other side of the Pacific Ocean. Compared with the wind on the ground, he is a knowledgeable and well-informed wandering poet; The wind on the ground, at best, is just the children in the village dragging their noses and babbling in the country.

Wandering poets are bohemian and poetic. Therefore, I like to stand on the balcony and listen to the wind singing most truly.

The wind on the balcony, sometimes learning to be a rough man, hysterically tugs at the loess high slope in the distance. In a trance, I heard the generous "Xintianyou" flying freely on the muddy loess high slope.

The wind on the balcony serenades from time to time, and the nightingale rests on the mountain branches, and the whispering voice rushes to the southeast coast. After putting the sea afraid of the dark to sleep, it ran farther with fine sand. Accompanied by the footsteps of the wind, it is the sweet words of the sleeping waves.

Listening to the snoring of the waves and counting the footprints of the wind drifting away, I gradually lost sight of the distance and the direction. White clouds finally blocked the gap in the sky, and the naughty sunshine quieted down. Everything is quiet.

In the dark, I groped step by step and found the legendary paradise. ...

It's far away. Which direction is the distance?

Sometimes, the distance is just across the balcony. Sometimes, it will be somewhere else. Sometimes, it will be far away. Sometimes, it can be very close. No direction sign in the world can point out its direction, and no ruler can measure its distance.

-Far away, in the direction of my heart.

8. I'm sitting on the bus, the car wobbles like a drunk bear, and my head keeps banging on the window ~ the small trees and shrubs planted outside the window are shining with gold and silver.

The bus is about to arrive at the station, and there are already many people waiting at the station, frowning and anxious. I once heard someone say, don't keep staring at the direction of the car when waiting for the bus! It's unfair ... Well, I nodded heavily.

I don't need to remind you that when he stands beside me, my eyes will inadvertently see him. I forgot to stare at the car, and stood at the station when I was at school, wondering if he was waiting with an apple suit and a schoolbag like me ... I was sitting on the bus, and the car wobbled like a drunk bear, and my head kept hitting the window ~ the young trees and shrubs planted outside the window died with gold and silver.

And new small trees and shrubs have died. The bus is about to leave, and there are still many people waiting at the station, frowning and anxious.

I have heard that the water of youth is urgent, so don't entangle with useless flowers. It's so irrational ... Well, I giggled gently.

When he misses me, my heart will beat faster, my cheeks will turn red, and I will forget today's troubles and tomorrow's worries.

9. Write a composition with a distance of 700 words.

When I was a child, I always wanted to know what was beyond the mountain. Beyond the Ruyi Mountain is the Wang Yang Sea. It is a towering building, a terrace, and actually a yearning for the distance.

"When our wings are hard, we want to fly." When we grow up, we are no longer tempted by sugar clay figurines and marshmallows, and our childhood dolls are left behind. From books, television and other media organizations, we have experienced the great rivers and mountains of the motherland. We are always like a trip, a backpack, a pair of canvas shoes, an umbrella and a person. While enjoying all the beautiful scenery of nature, I sigh the magic of nature. As the saying goes, "There is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below". The first stop is Hangzhou, the provincial capital. It is a very beautiful place, and countless talented people praise her beauty. "The West Lake is always appropriate compared with the West Lake." Where did my parents go for their honeymoon? The most interesting thing is water curtain cave described by my parents. Imagine yourself sitting on a swing, surrounded by monkeys and grandchildren, eating and drinking. Be a boat and walk by the West Lake. Foggy weather is even better. In this hazy fog, walking, breaking the bridge, fantasizing about the love between Xu Xian and White Snake. Yuefei Tomb and Lingyin Temple are also going to worship, and I sincerely wish my family a safe life. Good memories also need food preservation, and record bits and pieces with a camera.

Next stop, Guilin. When I was in primary school, I learned a text called "Guilin Landscape". Jiangnan people have a sincere love for landscapes. Green mountains and green waters, birds and flowers. Walking in the morning, covered with sunset glow, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery. Isn't it wonderful? It's wonderful. Many places have gone bad under human intervention. The water is no longer clear and the mountains are no longer green, which makes people sad, so I still yearn for Guilin.

Distance is not only the meaning of travel, but also the yearning for life. I long for Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden and Jin Yong's Beautiful Peach Blossom Island. Peach blossoms are everywhere, full of spring breeze, and February warms people's hearts and spleen. I want to go to Hokkaido, the last stop. The straight road looks endless and the trees are lush. There is a destination waiting for me.

The distance is a dream. In addition to longing, there is also a heart to fulfill dreams. The older generation is far away, so, what about you, do you want to go out of your own way?

10. The station is the topic of the composition. Here, it is a platform where my life train passes, and it is a brand-new starting point.

-Inscription Unconsciously, my life has gone through thirteen spring and autumn periods. Looking back, I vaguely saw the girl who worked hard but was not optimistic. I really want to go over and hug her.

Girl, come on, you can't give up! From grade one to grade three, I have little sense of existence in my class. Although my grades are not bad, neither teachers nor classmates have paid attention to me.

I know people are more willing to pay attention to those excellent people, those outstanding people. When I raised my hand to answer the question, the teacher's eyes drifted across my face and called my neighbor table, the proud girl like a princess, but she couldn't see my disappointed expression and slowly put down her arm.

I am so young that I want the teacher to notice me so much that I know there is another me in the class. Maybe only good enough can make the teacher sit up and take notice of me.

After countless such days and nights, finally, everything paid off-I won the first place in my class with a score of 299 in a mid-term exam in grade four. When the teacher looked at me with new eyes, my classmates praised me even more. Only I know how much bitterness and sweat have been paid behind this.

Admittedly, on the way to achieve this goal, I was questioned and ridiculed, but I never gave up! Since then, the boy who is the first in the class has regarded me as his competitor. We learn from each other, but we are always afraid of losing to each other. I have been constantly improving myself and making progress bit by bit.

Now, I still tell myself to work hard every day. Even if I can't see hope, I still believe in myself and never give up! Every excellent person has a period of silence. During that time, I made a lot of efforts and didn't complain. I can even be moved when I talk about it in the future.

Only when you are tired can you be idle; Only when you are bitter will you know the sweetness. This matter, like the platform where my life train passes, makes me run to a better distance.