Composition on the way to school in senior one.

In study, work and even life, many people have written compositions. Writing a composition can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our hearts and think about our future direction. How to write a good composition? The following is my composition (selected 12) on my way to school. I hope it helps you.

1 "You still have a long way to go. As long as you work hard and study hard, you will have a smooth road in the future ... "Perhaps everyone has heard this sentence, which is common and true.

The road ahead is long and unexplored, like a fog. Only when you approach and uncover this fog will you know how many tests and surprises are waiting for you to discover and complete.

Walking on the road of primary school, I won't sit quietly in my seat and read books like other students. I only play with my good friends, like a tomboy, completely forgetting that I am a girl; I won't listen to the teacher carefully in class about the beauty of the knowledge world. I will only secretly move the bench of the girl in front of me with my feet when the teacher shouts to stand up in class, so that the whole class can feel my "excitement" ...

After primary school, I came to the bus stop for middle school unprepared. Holding the ticket of "a middle school admission notice", I got on the "Young Eagle" car. Along the way, the flowers floating out of the window made me intoxicated with the breath of nature and didn't give up getting off. Here we are. Get off. Walking on this flat "highway" full of forks. As long as a person's attention is not concentrated, he will be led to a rugged mountain road. People on the mountain road have only two choices, one is to continue walking, and the other is to go back. Are you the former or the latter? If you are the former, you will only get farther and farther away from success. If you are the latter, the situation is just the opposite.

Through my unremitting efforts and perseverance, I finally won the middle school entrance examination campaign without smoke and got a "train ticket" to high school.

Holding this train ticket to high school, I am both uneasy and happy: I am worried about whether I can win the plane ticket to the ideal university after three years of high school, and I am glad that my efforts have not been in vain.

Sitting on the "Eagle" train, I looked at the scenery outside the window, imagined my high school life and set my high school goals. Unconsciously, the train has arrived at the station. Looking at the rugged road with no end in sight in high school, I am a little at a loss, but soon I will hold my head high, pack my bags and embark on the journey of high school. ...

Postscript: hard work may not be rewarded, but no hard work will not be rewarded! The road to study is full of hardships and forks in the road. Only when you make up your mind and never give up will you get a successful bus ticket, train ticket and plane ticket. ...

Everyone who has been to school and received education has a different learning experience from others. What I want to say is that I am still on my way to school today. -I told Zhang Yongxiong, a literary friend of Shandong Jiaotong University, that I want to study hard for 65,438+00 years from 2065,438+00, and then look back after 65,438+00 years to see how much I have improved, and then I am not prepared to study so hard. What I want to say is that today, once many people graduate and devote themselves to work and life, they no longer study systematically and actively, and I have never stopped these years.

I grew up in the country and came to the provincial capital at the age of 27. I actually have two homes in my hometown in southwest Shandong, one on the north bank of Dongyu River and the other on the south bank of Dongyu River, 15 Li. I was born on the north bank of Hebei. Because my ancestors were small businessmen, I have always settled in villages with markets. Naturally, all the houses I live in are rented. It can be said that there is no room and there is no ridge on the ground. You have to pee on people's walls as soon as you go out. I can't afford to build a house at home, so I have to rent a house that the villagers are idle. Idle houses are naturally old adobe houses. In the summer when it was time to go to primary school, it rained heavily. The skylight of the old adobe house collapsed in the heavy rain, and a pile of mud was hitting my little bed. Luckily, it hit my leg and I was only lame for a few days. At that time, my parents decided to move. My great-grandmother and my second uncle live in a market on the south bank of the river. My great-grandmother had three adobe houses, so we moved to the south bank in the name of taking care of her.

After moving, he began to study in primary school in his village and junior high school in a neighboring village, and his grades are not bad every year. But he didn't start teaching English until the third grade, and he had to take the English exam for the senior high school entrance examination like the middle school in the county. As a result, he was not admitted to the first middle school in the county by 9 points. I refused to repeat (at that time, many students even chose to repeat from the second day of junior high school in order to learn English), so I went to the agricultural technology school in the neighboring county and studied biology, genetics and breeding, crop cultivation and soil fertilizer for three years. This autumn, my classmate's children got married and went back to their hometown to congratulate them. They sat at the same table as Mr. Liu, who taught me physics. Teacher Liu also praised you for being good at physics at that time, and often came first in the exam.

After three years in agricultural school, I chose to take the self-taught exam. Because of poor economic conditions, I have no money to buy reference books and sets of exercises, so I have to study hard and often can't afford the travel expenses to catch the exam. Once my mother sold the last female goat weighing more than 80 kilograms. I didn't prepare enough at first, so I missed the exam after studying for half a year. The first time I went to Heze for an exam, I went on the first day, stayed in a hotel and ran to the river to enjoy the scenery. Someone happened to be fishing in the river, and a bucket of caught fish splashed on the beach. I ran to see the size, and the beach looked dry. In fact, it was just a layer of skin, muddy and half a foot deep. I didn't get my degree until I was 25. At that time, I was married and had children. I think I am comparable to Pu Songling. During the self-taught examination, I also participated in the one-year correspondence study of Poetry Magazine. I haven't had a day's class at school, which is equivalent to dropping out of school for me. I was jealous when I saw others still studying at school. I once said goodbye to my wife and children and went to Heze Library for a few days. At that time, I admired the poems of Zhou Tao, a military poet, and rummaged around in the library looking for his poems (now he doesn't write poems). Speaking of libraries, in Jinan for more than ten years, I have read more than 200 foreign novels, which are borrowed from maps of provinces and cities and purchased.

It is difficult for a person to find himself constantly. Although I have no talent, I can still be called an impressive-willed person, and my career pursuit is almost rock solid. It is precisely because of this gratifying determination that I have recalled myself from my vacant sadness many times and finally created something. /kloc-in the autumn of 0/994, I entered Jinan and first worked in a small shearing equipment factory. At the end of the year, the provincial prose society needs an exam to recruit editors for contemporary prose magazines. A classroom full of students, only seven or eight candidates, including me, have to pay a deposit of 600 yuan and run back to their hometown to ask their parents for it. During my work in a magazine, I was a colleague of the poetess Han Yan. Since then, I have known some writers in Jinan, such as Fu Shusheng, Yu and Liu Hantai. In order to improve my writing level, I attended the Shandong Writers Association 15 writers' class in Rizhao. In order to improve my theoretical quality, I participated in the fourth graduate writer class of Shandong University and got the biographies of He Lihua, Huang, Niu Yunqing and Sun Jilin. I was the monitor of the writers' class, and Zhao De, the monitor of 1 class, found that he was already the vice chairman of Shandong Writers' Association. When I was nearing graduation, Director Liu of Shanda strongly advised me to study for a master's degree, saying that there were only three courses left to study for a master's degree. With your expertise, it is not difficult to find a job in a university, but my ambition is not to study, so I am afraid of wasting time.

People in the living environment are like a group of monkeys grasping at empty shells, but as human beings, it is best to prove themselves and become themselves.

On the way to school, the breeze blew on the branches, the birds smiled contentedly, and the sun shone on me, as usual. When I opened the closet, the gray coat caught my eye. I gently took it off and put it down. Everything is as usual. "Let's break up!" This sentence filled my ears. I looked at her strangely, my eyes filled with despair. The sun hit me and it hurt. I held back and asked, "Why?" She just shook her head gently, and through the sunshine, crystal tears stung my eyes. "Because, I can't understand some of your behaviors."

In this way, she turned and left, but the footsteps still revealed reluctance. I just stood there, not knowing what to do. From then on, I lived like a puppet every day, walked to school, collided with her desperate eyes, and was secretly lost in my heart until one time. Hardly had I entered the classroom when I heard her crying. Her gray coat caught my attention. Is this really not our sister costume? I looked at her, and she saw me staring at her, went back to her seat, lowered her head and began to study. He just fell into my sight in the sun. "Does she regret it?" Wondering in my heart, I went up to her and wanted to apologize, but I didn't say anything. When she saw me standing beside her, she suddenly stood up and touched my arm hard. It hurts me, but her mouth is still closed. She gave me a hard look, then went to another classmate and took her downstairs. At the moment she went downstairs, I saw the girl's gray clothes. I smiled.

Since then, I have often seen her working hard and that gray coat. Her behavior stimulated me. The teacher's talk, my composition and her efforts have been deeply imprinted in my mind. I finally gave up my resistance and was ready to wake up. At night, the moonlight came through the window, and I lay quietly in bed. Suddenly a short message broke my mind, "Are you there?" "Mm-hmm" "How have you been recently? I know you are not good, but you must remember that you are very important to me. Don't torture yourself, okay? " Looking at this message, I hesitated. Do I really want to go on like this? I shook my head hard, and the moonlight shone on me, warm.

Since then, although I have seen her efforts, I have no feeling in my heart. I shouldn't lose, I shouldn't let myself suffer, I shouldn't let people I care about down. Actually, everything is as usual. Today, I want to say from the bottom of my heart: although I still feel a little heartbroken every time I see her figure, I still can't help doing important things for those who write important things. I can't be decadent or let them down. The breeze blows the branches, the birds smile contentedly, the sun shines on me, and everything is as usual.

My road to study is difficult.

My family lives in a small mountain village far from the market. Although the scenery there is beautiful, the living conditions are very difficult. Dad is in poor health and can't send me to school. Every time I go to school, I ride an old bike and walk more than ten miles of mountain roads. The weather is fine on a sunny day, but when it comes to a thunderstorm, it's muddy. I can only push a bicycle full of mud on the overgrown road. Every step is difficult. Falling down is a common occurrence, and I often get bruised. But I have a firm belief in my heart and I will never give in.

The worst is winter, because it snows in winter. Snow is a good thing, but it is a disaster for me. The temperature is often below zero. The north wind is blowing, and there are very few parents who send their children to school on the road, and no one can be found anymore. I wrapped myself up and pushed my bike backwards in the north wind. The ice on the road was crushed by the car into "ice mud soup" Heavy snow and strong wind lashed my face unscrupulously before my eyes. I can't push the bike, so I have to carry it. Although my feet are shaking with cold, my body is still sweating. When I got to school, when I stopped, it was like falling into cold water.

At school, I study hard, because my father once said, "Nowadays, people can't stand on the society without reading and knowing knowledge." I always believed. Although my grades are not top-notch, I believe that as long as I work hard, God will be rewarded.

At this moment, I have taken the first step in my life. In the days to come, I will strive to make progress. No matter how difficult and dangerous the future is, I will use my feet to complete it and leave a series of unforgettable footprints on the road of life.

We are children who grew up in a legal society. Today, we look around and see that our society has a normal order, and we have a series of laws and regulations to protect our happy life.

Our children have the law on the protection of minors to protect our security interests. Now even parents can't punish us at will. If they hurt us, they will be punished by law. So in order to understand rights and obligations, we should study law.

But there are also many people who are unwilling and unable to abide by the law because of their lives, making themselves and their loved ones sad. He is my classmate. His family is down and out. He has a sister who is a few years younger than himself, and his grandparents are old and inconvenient to move. A few years ago, the plot of a TV series was actually staged in his life. His father lost his labor force because he accidentally fell off the scaffold during construction. Later, his mother decided to jump off the building because of the pressure of life. He shouldered the burden of his family when he was a teenager. While being the pillar of the family, helping the family farm and sell vegetables, while being a knowledgeable student at school. He studied a few years later than us. I remember when his sister was in the sixth grade, he joined us in the fifth grade. I asked him why several times, but he simply said, "Our family's money can only be used for my sister's education, until the family is a little richer!" . In this way, he didn't go to the sixth grade until his sister graduated from primary school. This year, my sister went to junior high school, and he had to have an absurd idea in his heart: give up his studies, help his grandparents work to make money, and let my sister finish junior high school with peace of mind. However, this idea was dismissed by the teacher who always cared about him. The teacher said that Article 9 of the Law on the Protection of Minors stipulates that parents or other guardians should respect minors' right to education, and must make school-age minors receive compulsory education in accordance with regulations, and must not make minors who receive compulsory education drop out of school or interrupt their studies. Parents or other guardians shall educate minors who are absent from class or drop out of school on their own. Hearing this, he also dismissed the idea. Although his living environment is very bitter, the school and society also funded him and gave him some warmth. Several times, he was moved by our behavior and cried. He lives a full and happy life in our school, in this class and in this big family. It is this law that changed his learning style, changed his character and destiny.

On my way to school, I fought bravely.

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On the way to study, I work hard, and I study for the sake of learning. My study is divided into three stages. ......

primary school

Primary school is the beginning of learning. It is the beginning of my study. This is the beginning of the road to study, and I have walked very bumpy on this road. Primary school is a children's campus, which is very good. During this period, children have almost no idea about their own learning. But I know that learning is useful, and I was beaten by my mother. I cried and said to my mother, "I learn, I learn." From then on, my road to study began. On this road, I experienced various difficulties and finally got into junior high school with a very excellent result.

primary school

If there is a mountain full of thorns on my way to school, then junior high school is this mountain. In the second day of junior high school, I had to rest at home for more than two months for some physical reasons. During this time, the pain has been with me, so I have never been able to learn. Back to school, I found myself ignorant, ignorant. Some students said, "You can't keep up."

The family also said, "demote, you will definitely not be able to keep up." I shook my head stubbornly and didn't want others to fall behind. So I struggled, and I tried. No matter how hard it is. Even if there are thorns ahead. This also makes me full of energy and heroism. I don't want to leave a long-lasting regret, and then look back at the lifelong regret of being a hundred years old. Even if I fall down on the way to school, I will crawl. I won't give up as long as I can move. Ugly posture again.

Because I was unwilling, finally, with my unremitting efforts, I broke the notice from my classmates and family. Stand up again on the road of learning and climb over this mountain of thorns. I showed my persistence on my way to school, and I am proud of myself.

senior high school

I entered high school and became a member of high school students. I was admitted to No.1 Middle School with a moderate score. It was not until high school that I discovered that what I learned in junior high school was just the tip of the iceberg. In high school, everything was broken into parts. But I will work hard, and I will never give up on my way to school. But I have to be serious and not be clever. I believe that with my unremitting efforts, I will stick to the college entrance examination.

I have difficulty in studying upstream. Now I have three stages, and I think there will be more in the future.

In the morning, the sun shines golden through the leaves, revealing the sunshine scattered on the ground. The lake is sparkling and full of prosperity. Birds are singing in the Woods.

I walk this road that I will walk every day. The road has not changed. Still so flat. The flowers on both sides are beautiful, and the grass on the roadside is not to be outdone, standing in the gentle breeze. But my mood has changed, from yesterday's euphoria to today's depression. I don't play with the flowers and plants on the roadside as usual. I walked calmly on the familiar road without any waves. Because of that sentence, I walked gently, waving my sleeves and not taking away a cloud. In the distance, my friends greeted me again and turned around. They were also a little surprised at my unhappy appearance. They approached, and I saw someone I didn't want to see at the moment, ready to escape, but they surrounded me, as if they had planned it. She stepped forward and made a standard 90-degree bow, and the words "I'm sorry" echoed in her ears. I gave a gentle "Oh" and her face showed surprise. I guess what she thinks in her heart may be because my expression is too quiet. She thinks I might as well yell at her. She handed me an old boat. Looking at her red eyes and worn-out boat, I finally couldn't restrain my emotions, and tears fell like pearls with broken lines. I held back my tears and whispered three words in her ear, thank you!

She understood that I probably forgave her, hugged me at once, smiled through tears and kept apologizing. I felt embarrassed, too, so I made an agreement with her, and we just ignored it.

We walked to school hand in hand in the sun. Laughter echoed on the road.

She understood that I probably forgave her and hugged me at once.

On my way to school, I was awakened by a hurried alarm clock. I opened my hazy eyes, pulled open the curtains, folded the quilt and walked out of the room. I looked at the time: "Ah!" It's already half past seven! I hurried to the balcony. As soon as I opened the door, a golden light sprinkled on my body. I picked up my toothbrush, brushed my teeth and washed my face. Get dressed, put on a red scarf, carry a small schoolbag and go downstairs to school in a hurry.

On the way, I became more anxious because of the traffic jam! The car made a deafening noise ... "It was noisy and there was a stench behind it. I covered my nose and looked at the trees nearby. The trees swayed in the wind and staggered as if to say, "What a stink! It stinks! We can't take it anymore.

Suddenly my mother accelerated and I almost fell off the car. I asked my mother, "What are you doing?" Mother replied, "I was almost hit by a car outside just now." "I look back, oh my god! The car keeps moving, just like a chainsaw, cutting whatever comes. Mom keeps driving. Suddenly, something fell on me. Oh, that's a leaf.

Blink of an eye to a path, there are many trees beside the path, all mango trees, covered with green "little fatty". As soon as the wind blows, "Little Fatty" starts dancing from side to side. Really cute! At this time, I smelled a fragrance, and I quickly took a sip: "Hmm!" "What smells so sweet? I looked up, and it was an egg-blossom tree, with the fragrance of yellow flowers on it. Why is it called plumeria? In fact, it is because its surface is like an "egg", with yellow inside and white outside. My mother told me that this flower can be used to make soup. It looks delicious, but I dare not eat it raw!

"alas!" On the way to school, it really makes people happy and worried. It is like a vivid painting, changing different materials every day and presenting different wonderful things every day.

Sometimes, in order to play more at school, I often ask my grandfather to call me earlier.

Today, I got up at half past six. After dinner, I played computer again and left in a hurry.

Today's weather is really good, the white clouds are so white, the blue sky is surprisingly blue, and the mood is as bright as the sun. When I arrived at the small shop where things were fried, I glanced at my watch. That's great. My heart sank like a big stone. It's already 8: 20, and I'm sorry to walk. "What sound is so kind?" It turned out to be my aunt, so I couldn't help looking at her carefully. Menstruation's eyes were shining and his lips were red and moist. Aunt smiled kindly and asked a girl in grade two or three, "Come, little girl, the road is too dangerous. Let me take you! " The little girl nodded doubtfully. Aunt gripped the little girl's hand tightly and crossed the road and left. The little girl didn't have time to say thank you, but just waved to her aunt. I seem to see menstruation talking to the little girl; I seem to see my aunt leading the little girl across the street; I seem to see my aunt's sweet smile. What I see more clearly is my aunt's shining heart made of gold.

I just looked at the direction my aunt was going. The little girl, like me, looked at the direction her aunt was going. Maybe she also remembered her aunt's smile. She talked to her and took her across the street. Maybe the little girl also saw through her shining heart made of gold.

Every time I see an amiable aunt leading a little girl across the street, I think of that aunt and her heart made of gold, her sweet smile and the brilliance in her eyes. I will never forget her sweet smile. When I am angry and sad, when I think of this sweet smile, my troubles will be swept away and my anger will be eliminated by more than half.

10, a senior one composition on the way to school, I forgot when there was an extra word in front of each diary, and I haven't published my own diary for a long time. It's not that my world lacks emotion, but that I can never find the other side where I want to stop. ......

I can't forget the feeling of getting on the train for the first time and coming to this strange city; I can't forget the scene when my mother sent me away. Suddenly there is a sense of loneliness, afraid of being alone in a foreign land. The first night of college is always so long, and things that have been forgotten for a long time always reverberate in my mind. However, I can't find a reason to sleep peacefully. ......

Military training is always a prelude to college life, a very long and short time. I was so tired that I fell asleep without thinking about anything. I laughed so hard that I forgot all my troubles. Maybe this is pain and happiness!

Walking in a strange campus, you can't find a familiar figure. I am used to taking off my glasses, giving myself a hazy world and not deliberately observing anyone passing by; Accustomed to a person looking for a favorite book in the reading room, quietly sitting under the window reading; I am used to watching the recent situation of my old classmates before going to bed every night, but I won't publish anything for a long time; I'm used to going back and forth 3. 1 every day ... it seems that every day is monotonous and full, but my heart is empty. There are no more mountains of papers to deal with, and there are no more worries before the big exams and quizzes. It seems that I used to live a decadent life, but my heart is full. Maybe I will never return to the tense and intense state in the past, but I will always think of bits and pieces from time to time. ......

Why my mother used to be the most annoying person, but now she is the one who misses her most; Why I always wanted to leave that home before, but now I miss it all the time; Why don't you call home temporarily? I always feel that I am a shortcoming in my heart; I don't know whether I have grown up or I am still attached to it. Perhaps it made me understand that sentence: the place that I can't reach is called the distance, and the place that I can't go back is called my hometown.

University is the dusk on the way to study. It has the beauty of heaven and the darkness of hell. Heavy people will sink, and floating people will float.

There is still a long way to go on the way to school. Only by studying hard can the future road be smooth. ..... This sentence may be heard by everyone. It's common, but it's true. The road ahead is too long to explore. It seems that there are layers of fog in front of me, so I can't see clearly. Every step, every time you disperse a layer of fog with your hands, you will find "Oh! It turns out that the road I took was like this. "

Walking on the road of primary school, I was careless. I will talk and laugh with my classmates under the magnolia tree. I will fight with my classmates in the classroom. I will talk on the phone with my classmates at home. But I won't sit in a chair and wrestle with math problems for half an hour, memorize English words by rote, and read a difficult and boring classical Chinese.

Walking on the road of junior high school, I was walking on thin ice. The fierce competition between my classmates and my parents' expectations ... all clamored for being tough on this road. However, what remains unchanged is the concern of classmates and the care of parents. These are like soft flowers in thorns, scattered with irresistible momentum.

Life in junior high school is not as easy as that in primary school, and life in primary school is not as full as that in junior high school. But they are all the same, full of warmth. On these two different but equally happy roads, I learned more knowledge, got more love and lost those immature ideas. Walking on this road, you can obviously feel that you have grown up. I will comfort my classmate when she is sad, and I will share with others when she is happy. I like this change. I'll ask my mother how I'm different from before. Although she just laughed, I still believe that I have changed. Because I recall the past with a funny and vague feeling, I sometimes wonder how I did such an embarrassing thing before. At this time, I always bury my face and smile.

Ah, it's almost the crossroads again. In high school, I always feel that it will be very hard, but the road still has to go on. I will definitely clear the fog myself. Looking back, it seems that the route has been covered by layers of fog! Maybe all the fog will disappear when we reach the finish line. Let's go down this mysterious road together!

On the way to school, senior one wrote an article 12 "Ah, what a nice day today!" After getting up, I opened the curtains and looked out. I saw a golden world outside the window. As the curtains were opened, the room turned golden. Look at the clock on the wall again. "Really? It's already nine o'clock! I want to learn olympiad in the morning! Shit, I'm going to be late. " I quickly packed my school supplies and said to my father, "Dad, I'm leaving first." Next, there was a heavy door closing sound. ...

I walked at the speed of "rocket". When I passed the breakfast shop, I suddenly realized that I had left in a hurry and forgot to eat breakfast. Sit down, after a while, I continued to move forward at the speed of "rocket". Running and running, God suddenly shouted to me, "Boom, boom." Huh? Why did God lose his temper? Didn't it laugh when I went out just now? Why did you change your face so soon? God, please don't rain, or I won't be spared ... Before I finished thinking, bean-sized rain beads began to fall on me. I hurried forward and thought: the rain is so light that it will stop soon, so don't worry.

But God wants to be with me. The sound of "rushing" rain is getting more and more urgent, and it is raining harder and harder. I immediately found a place to hide from the rain, hoping that the heavy rain would stop at once. However, the rain will never stop. How many centuries will it take to stop? When I am anxious, I seem to see teachers and classmates anxiously waiting for my class. No matter how much, getting wet is no big deal. It is absolutely worthwhile to exchange knowledge with "a drowned rat"! Thinking, I "ran" in the rain. The dense raindrops hit my face, and the pouring rain poured on my body, making my hair and pants wet.

I still insist on running as fast as I can, because I know my teachers and classmates are waiting for me after class. If I stop, it will affect everyone's class, not just me, but even my classmates will learn less knowledge, so I have been shouting to myself: Come on! Ruan Yuting, you can't stop, come on! Faster! I don't know how long I've been running, but I opened my eyes, which have been half closed, and saw people on both sides of the shelter staring at me with surprised eyes, as if I saw an alien creature. I really want to ... no! To be precise, I smiled, and even I was surprised by my actions, and then I was gratified. Ran Ran found a place to stop, shook the water drops on his head and ran to the Olympic Mathematics class.

I saw the thin figure disappear into people's sight again. ......