Set foot on the way home to write a composition

1. Chester set foot on his way home and wrote 500 words. This is an imaginary composition, which can be regarded as a sequel to the cricket match in Times Square.

Wealth, honor, flowers ... Chester has everything people crave. What else does it want? In this article, the author spreads the wings of imagination to bring Chester back to his hometown after he became famous, and describes Chester's thoughts on his way home with Seldon's style. Between the lines, he naturally reveals a common feeling of human beings: going home and returning to the spiritual hometown. However, the shortcomings of this paper are also obvious, especially the inconsistency of names (starting with the third person and then writing in the author's self-reported tone) and the general use of pen and ink in sorting out materials (downplaying the key points). Such mistakes should be paid attention to in future compositions.

Commentator: Quanzhou Xiaoting train "click, click (...)" (train) rubs the tracks and gallops from Niuyuecheng to Connecticut. The shivering carriage is like a cradle.

The passengers dozed off in the dim light. (Falling in love with this scene opened Chester's thoughts on his way home.

Good paragraph. Pay attention to the conciseness of sentences in the future. )

Chester cricket wants to have a good sleep on the train. I played twice a day some time ago and stared at myself with hundreds of pairs of eyes. I was really uncomfortable and unhappy, and my body was really tired.

But it tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Although it has been looking forward to returning to rural Connecticut, it has embarked on a journey home tonight.

I really want to say goodbye to Times Square where I lived for three months, to Tucker and Henry, and to the Mario family. I still feel a little lost. It seems that an invisible silk thread is still pulling itself and making it reluctant to part with you.

(The sentence "I feel really bad, I'm not happy at all" doesn't fit the relevant plot description in the cricket in Times Square. Although it is a fictional element, it involves the original plot and cannot be written in a contradictory way. ) This reminds me of my first meeting with Tucker. () This mouse is really hospitable. When we first met, he took out his delicious sausage and entertained me. () Chester remembered the first meeting with Tucker, "This Tucker".

This Tucker ate half of his master's two dollars as leaves and came up with so many "bad ideas". He is really a clever and somewhat philistine mouse. ("Looking at the grass and trees flying through the window, Chester lamented Tucker) But the mouse was quite sincere to his friends. (Because of the mouse) finally contributed the life savings that it (himself) risked his life to prepare for retirement and help him (Chester) tide over the difficulties.

This is an unforgettable friend. I must visit him when I have the chance. I hope it can also come to rural Connecticut.

("Chester said to himself. Tucker mouse, born and raised in new york, has a completely different personality from Chester. This passage describes Tucker's flexibility and skill without losing his kind nature.

However, after starting with the third person "it", the oral tone of "I" suddenly appeared, which made the behavior of this paragraph irregular. I made a modification here! By the way, there is another question that I haven't thought about in detail: How did this Tucker Mouse and Henry Cat become friends? This is an incredible thing in our country ("Chester suddenly came up with this idea",).

Well, it seems that this new york city is too strange. It must be too noisy and dry. Everyone is very busy and has no time to make friends, so there is no communication. They are lonely and depressed. So the natural enemies became friends, talking, chatting and playing together.

In this way, we are more suitable to live in the countryside: blue sky, clear rivers, fresh air, vast fields and many friends ... (During the train running, Chester's mind presents a beautiful rural scenery. This passage tells us that it is Chester's own idea to return to his spiritual hometown. After an experience, he was destined to return.

The standard of person inconsistency and narrative tone is still the "hard injury" of this paragraph. ) Chester remembered the days with Mario.

The young master loves himself too much to be taken in by the young master and his father, Mr. Bainili, and he doesn't know his fate in Niuyue City. The fire caused great losses to the shopkeeper's newsstand. Although the direct cause is not on me, I am somewhat responsible.

Oh, what a pity! There is also Mr. Smedley who publicizes his musical talent, the kind old man and his friend, a knowledgeable old man from China. They not only gave me a house like a "palace", but also bowed to me and let me taste Chinese food. How kind these people are! You should remember them! Well, I should sing a song in memory of these good friends and partners.

Return to Sorento is a very good song. I used to miss my hometown with this song, but now I miss my life and friends in new york Times Square with this song, and remember their friendliness! (Because it is related to friendship, life, care and emotion, the life of Chester and Mario is simple and beautiful, but the inconsistency of names and the standard of narrative tone are still "hard wounds" in this paragraph and should be revised! ) So (,) it hummed softly: "Look how beautiful and exciting the ocean is, and how intoxicating the natural scenery is! Look at the orchard beside this hillside. It is full of golden oranges, fragrant everywhere and warm everywhere. But you said goodbye to me and abandoned your friends and your hometown forever. Do you really have the heart not to come back? Please don't abandon me, don't let me suffer any more, go back to Surento, come back! " After singing this song, Chester's eyes filled with tears. He hoped that the train would run faster and arrive at his hometown earlier.

However, I feel that new york Times Square is getting farther and farther away from me. I don't know if I will have a chance to go again in my life. It hesitated, not knowing whether to go back to Times Square for another look or to its hometown.

Just when Chester was confused and disappointed, the train arrived at its hometown-Connecticut station. Chester's reluctance to live in Times Square and his desire to return to the countryside converge into one in the above two paragraphs.

2. Waiting for 600 words in the rain on the way home.

The rain and fog in the sky were hazy, and I was afraid of getting my clothes wet, so I accelerated my pace. There are not many people on campus at this time, so my lonely but fast-paced figure is particularly conspicuous in this quiet campus.

In a casual look up, I saw a figure in the distance waiting for something with a heavy thing under the bright light. It's raining, and the water mist is so heavy. What's he doing standing there?

I gradually approached, and his figure was enlarged bit by bit, only to see a thick cotton wool in his hand. He hung his head tightly to protect the cotton wool for fear that it would get wet. I wonder: why is he waiting in the rain with a quilt in his arms? On second thought, he may be sending quilts to children boarding at school. Yes, it's getting cold recently. Which parent is no longer worried about their children? But why didn't he hide in the awning on the side and stand in the rain under the light? Think again, maybe I'm afraid that I can't find myself when my son or daughter comes, so I deliberately stand under the striking glare and wait quietly ... I think here, there is no warm current pouring into my heart, which is refreshing. Who is afraid of the rain all over the sky?

After a few steps, I saw that his clothes and trousers were old, even faded, and his hair covered with rain and dew was drooping. He remained motionless and silent, clutching the quilt tightly. His face is covered with wrinkles after the vicissitudes of time, which are the traces of the passage of time. Obviously, he is over half a year old. Seeing that the campus was deserted, his face was dim and he looked in a trance. I seem to hear a sigh.

I walked past him. He looked up at once when he heard footsteps. When he saw me, he was disappointed and began to look around. Anxiety comes from his eyes.

I left without saying a word, listening to the sound of drizzle and heartbreak. The rain is getting louder and louder. I wonder if my father has left. Although it wasn't dad who got wet, I still felt uncomfortable.

Waiting in the rain is the most persistent true feelings. The true feelings fall with the rain, weaving a silent touch, but who will find and pay attention to this warmth?

3. On the way home, when the crisp autumn wind blew the sky high, when the green leaves on the branches turned orange, when we looked up and saw the last Nanfeiyan, I was carrying a heavy schoolbag on my way home. The way home is the same, but my heart has changed. I used to go home from school, and I still remember a happy scene at school. Now, I am planning how to review my lessons at home. This road is wrong. But-my heart changed ... Suddenly, a dirty little hand interrupted my reverie. Turned out to be a little beggar. He was in rags, and his outstretched little hand seemed to be shaking. I felt in my pocket and handed him the only one yuan left in my pocket. I saw him smile, it was a heartfelt smile. He ran to the opposite alley with the money and accidentally fell down. I looked at his back doubtfully. What does this strong figure seem to mean? It was not until his figure disappeared in front of my eyes that I turned and walked home. At this moment, I am walking on a path covered with autumn leaves, and there is a soft and slight sound at my feet, and a ray of sadness can't help but rise to my heart. At this time, I remembered the figure of the little beggar in rags again. I no longer think beggars are insignificant, at least they can live well, and those who give up on themselves when they encounter setbacks can be better than beggars. At this moment, a leaf fell gently on my shoulder, and I watched it fall quietly. Is that helpless? Don't! That is persistence! In fact, every leaf has its own wish, that is-flying! Although the distance they fly is only the distance between the tree and the ground, they fly for their dreams. Isn't this perseverance? At this moment, I seem to see that fallen flowers are not heartless things, but turn into spring mud to better protect them. When the last leaf falls in autumn, I can't bear to reach for it. He told me, "I want to fly." I was a little reluctant, but I finally put it down. I saw it! I saw it! It's laughing! It's laughing! It is like a beautiful butterfly dancing in the wind. At this time, I had to leave. When I set foot on the first flight of stairs, a red light shone all over my body. It was the sunset and the call of a new life. At this time, my heart changed again.

4. Write a composition on the topic of "the way home". In the last semester of the third grade, she left school without hesitation, bid farewell to her parents and embarked on a journey of working.

Although she got good grades and loved studying, the high tuition fees stopped her, and with her weak father, she had to embark on this road.

She sat by the window of the train, staring blankly into the distance, as if expecting something.

Instead of telling her parents that she was going to a foreign country, she left a note telling her parents that she was going to a distant place to find her dream. She looked at her watch and was about to leave, but the person she was expecting was not there.

Into her eyes. She gave up waiting and looked away from the window. "Daughter, wait."

Hearing the familiar crying, she quickly put her head out again and saw her mother's tearful face and her father's anxious expression.

"Daughter, get off and go home with my mother. Your father and I will find a way to pay the tuition. " Mother pleaded.

"No, I want to earn my own money to support this family." The daughter's tone is surprisingly firm.

"Good boy, go back with mom. You are still young. how much money do you earn? Come home and study with me. "

"No, mom, I don't want to be a burden to you. I will take the money I saved to buy medicine for my father. "

"Go home, the outside world is too dangerous, or go home and study. Dad is in good health and can continue to work. You see, your second brother also said that he would go out to work to support his family, and he ended up in prison. If anything happens to you, how can we live? " The father spoke calmly, but gave his daughter an irresistible shock.

"Dad, stop it."

"Son, let's go home. It's raining hard outside. How can you stand it? It is warmer at home. "

Mom and dad, I was wrong. Let's go home. Then the girl lifted the box and got out of the car.

The outside world is wonderful, but how can we bear those strong winds and heavy rains?

It's better to stay at home, after all, my family has always cared about us.

Write a composition on the way home. The sun came out again. This day is always cloudy and sunny, and it is still gray this morning. As the saying goes, "the day in June, the child's face changes as soon as you say it", but it's only May.

The scenery is once a year, and the wheat is harvested on the tall and dense buttonwood trees on the roadside, and the cicadas are tirelessly noisy. Even my father-in-law and grandson were impatient and flushed with anger. The weather is really hot. By this time, I was sweating like a pig on my way home, and the sunshine on my head became more and more poisonous. So I walked quickly to the bus shelter, ready to go home by car. The high temperature makes me afraid to look around. There seems to be something sticky under my feet. What sticks to my shoes is the asphalt on the road. I can't wait to sit on hot wheels and let out a cry and go back to my home. Finally arrived, but there are too many people waiting for the bus here, and the already small bus shelter is more crowded, like a steamer.

6. Composition on the way home Ancient poems on the way home: There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Another Tomb-Sweeping Day. Miss your ancestors and set foot on your way home. The thought of meeting my family makes my heart swell. Shekou is 400 kilometers away from my home.

It's a long way. On the expressway, trees, beautiful flowers, a lot of grasslands and rolling mountains are very eye-catching.

I see: so many trees, light green, thick green, short and tall. There are colorful flowers.

How beautiful! It's just that the driver is facing a tight, tight vehicle. Many people in Weibo published: There were many accidents in a certain section, which caused the road to be paralyzed ... Facing more and more vehicles, we decided to get off the expressway and take the national highway.

I think: with so many cars, drive slowly for fear of "bumping your head". Drive slowly, lest * * * be hit by others.

Alas ~ "there is a big traffic jam on the expressway, and the national highway has a good scenery!" I can't help sighing. It's good to take the national highway, but there are few cars, but the speed limit is 60 kilometers and the distance is long. When can I go home? I grumble in my heart! Annoying-annoying-annoying-"Mom, eat!" When I heard the adults talking about eating meatballs in Mabei town, I secretly complained.

But who knows, that meatball is an intangible cultural heritage! It tastes great! It's a long way home.

After receiving the report card, our whole family was busy, cleaning up the house, changing the car, loading the car, and leaving for home on the evening of February 20 12, 2005!

This time we chose to drive back to our hometown, but dad's departure time was set at twelve o'clock in the evening. I'm a little worried that I can't get up. Another thing to say is "new year's goods". Fortunately, my father bought a seven-seater car, but the "Spring Festival" still packed the car with only three seats (including the driver's seat), and we happened to have three people. Watch the clock point to "5" bit by bit (afternoon), have dinner, and the hour hand quietly points to "6", go to sleep! A little early, but for midnight. Watching the minutes pass by on my mobile phone, I still can't sleep. Finally, my father came in, brushed the lamp and said, "Come on, get up, I can't sleep, leave early!" " "In this way, we hit the road in a daze.

We got on the expressway from Yuhang and walked for almost an hour. There are fewer and fewer cars on the road. As time went on, there was only one car left on the road, alone. I got bored gradually, so I took out my bag and watched the downloaded Legend of Wu Dalang. Oh, no, it's a legend in Wu Meiniang. I saw that Fan Bingbing (Wu Meiniang) wanted to elope with Jerry Lee (Li Mu), but the grandmother (Emperor Taizong) didn't agree, and then it was gone. The car stopped. It turned out that my father was lost. He seems to have come to a strange place, hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to move on!

At this time, it's almost eleven o'clock in the middle of the night. There are no street lights on the expressway, so dark, there are no other vehicles, and there are still big trees around. I can only move on with the lights on, but I have a rich imagination. Maybe I watched too many horror movies like Saw, and I always felt that something would pop up when the car moved on, but God still took care of us. We went the right way because we arrived in Jiangxi. Let's have a rest here and move on!

"Twenty-three minutes 59 minutes 59 seconds, 60 seconds! Zero zero! " This may be the first time I have seen the leap from yesterday to today in the era of mobile phones. Up to now, I am still full of energy, while my sister sleeps like a dead pig. At one o'clock in the morning, my father stopped at a service station and took a nap. I'm still reading my "Wu Dalang Sesame Cake". Oh, no, wrong again. Forget it. Anyway, it's almost the same, so I decided happily. At half past two in the morning, my father woke up. We ate a bowl of instant noodles in the service area and set foot on the way home!

At three o'clock in the morning, we crossed the Poyang Lake Bridge and arrived in Jiujiang City. In the downtown area, the feeling of desolation is even more. It was foggy at that time, and the fog was particularly low. We drove slowly on the wide road with headlights on, and layers of fog came at us, and my imagination was dead again. In this dark night, there is only one car driving on the wide road, and layers of white fog with horrible breath float to you. Slowly, slowly, a female ghost jumped up ... now I understand why dad said that few people dare to drive at night. I don't know whether I fainted or fell asleep afterwards. When I woke up, I had slept for three or four hours. At this time, the car is driving on the "red" plank road in the red base area of Dabie Mountain, which means it has arrived in Qichun County, Hubei Province, my hometown. Cross this road, I will reach my hometown! Although I didn't watch the sunrise, it was a pleasure to return to my long-awaited home!

8. Write a 500-word narrative on the way home.

The setting sun gradually faded away from its only glory. I walked home alone with my bag on my back. I don't know how many times I walked this familiar road, but my heart always felt sore at this time.

I walked aimlessly. On the quiet road, I only heard the laughter and laughter of the children in the distance. I don't have time for these things, but I feel empty in my heart. Looking at the distance, it's a long way home, and suddenly I find myself so far away from home. After leaving for so long, I feel a little strange on my way home now, which reminds me of many unforgettable memories.

On the way home, I can't count how many sweet and warm memories I have. But I always remember clearly that when I was a child, I leaned on my father's generous back, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat and listening to my songs floating in the wind. Occasionally, I will stare round eyes and ask my father, "Are you tired?" Father smiled and said, "No, you are very light." So I fell asleep in a daze, but I didn't know that I had slept on his shoulder for five years, five years of rain or shine, five years of happiness and five years of carefree.

9. A failed essay on running away from home "Don't panic in the exam tomorrow. When doing the problem, it is easy first and then difficult.

When writing a composition in Chinese, you should read the requirements clearly and not digress; Math ... "The day before the mid-term exam, my mother chattered in my ear." Are you bored? Can you stop talking? "I shouted.

Unexpectedly, this not only didn't stop my mother from nagging, but made her start a longer speech: "Tomorrow is the mid-term exam, and I'll tell you how to answer it, so that you won't suffer, but you regard your goodness as the liver and lungs of a donkey ..." "It's not like I haven't failed the exam, and the number of questions I've read is countless, needless to say!" "$ ∮ ∮ ..." "You are so annoying!" "? Free? Rdquo I slammed the door and left. I walked aimlessly in the street, in a terrible mood.

"Is it not an exam? It's annoying to say so much! " I muttered to myself, and then walked into a bookstore. There were not many people in the bookstore, so I picked up my favorite Wulongyuan and read it with relish.

Looking at the funny Wulongyuan, the unhappiness in my heart was thrown outside the cloud nine. "Little classmate, do you buy books? We are closing the door. "

An uncle with glasses came over. I smiled awkwardly: "Hehe, I won't buy it."

After that, he ran away like a rabbit. Walking in the street again, because I didn't eat dinner, my stomach was bulging.

Suddenly, I smelled a fragrance. Well, it smells like braised pork. How delicious! I felt in my pocket and found it cleaner than my face.

Alas, it seems that there is only one mouthful of saliva. I'm so hungry and want to go home! No, if I go home, my mother will definitely be possessed by Sister Xianglin again. What if mom and dad come to me? If I go home at this time, will my mother be so happy that she forgets to nag? All right, go home! I skipped it on my way home.

When I opened the door, I was greatly disappointed at home-my mother was surfing the Internet and my father was watching the ball game. Their parents don't seem worried at all. When my mother saw me coming back, Xianglinsao immediately possessed herself: "You still know to come back. Do you know it's dangerous outside? Only bad girls are like you! You ... "I resigned and listened to my mother's nagging silently.

This is really a failed runaway.

10. Forgive Lantern Composition There was a teenage boy who stole some money from home and ran away from home.

My parents looked for him for a long time, but they couldn't find him. The child wandered outside for a year, ran out of money, was cold and hungry, and then remembered the warmth of home. He wants to go home, but he is afraid that his parents will not accept it and forgive him.

After hesitating for a long time, he wrote a letter to his family with 80 dollars he searched all over his body. He said in the letter, dear mother, father and sister, I know my mistake. Only when you are away from home will you remember the warmth of home.

I think about you all the time these days. Because I feel deeply guilty about you and I am ashamed to see you, I am going home one night.

If you will forgive me, light a lamp at home. After your worthless letter was sent, the child set foot on his way home.

After a long journey, he finally returned to the village entrance. At this time, as night fell, he looked at the village and was shocked: the whole village lit up into an ocean of lights! There is a lantern hanging at the door of all the houses.

People are kind and generous at heart, not just their relatives. For a child who has done something wrong, people will never hate him because he repents too late; When he pulls himself together, the prodigal son turns around, turns over a new leaf, goes astray and goes to a promising tomorrow, people's hearts will light the lantern of forgiveness for him.