Write a composition for the topic on the way.

It is cloudy. I don't know why, it always rains cats and dogs when I am most tired, especially when I don't have an umbrella.

It was 6 o'clock in Moyo. As usual, I crowded the bus with adults-only here will everyone be equal, because here, no matter you are blue-collar, white-collar or gold-collar, as long as you stand here, you will be squeezed. I have no choice but to get on the bus. I waited for half an hour to find a seat, so I couldn't wait to get on the bus. I am glad to see the muddy road again.

The car, shaking and shaking, is like being gently comforted by my mother in my arms, listening to the long-lost lullaby in my dream with peace of mind … forgetting the pain of the scar being squeezed constantly.

"get up ... get up." The voice of a train attendant aunt broke my sweet and familiar dream. I barely got up.

"After the station! What should I do? " I tensed every nerve nervously. My eyes are red. I'm scared. I've never missed my stop and I don't know the way.

"Where is this?"

"Grand Central Station ..." Aunt said.

"Ah ... I have no money to go back by car." I feel the empty trouser pocket.

What to do ... I shouted over and over again in my mind.

"Where do you live?"

"* * * * Garden" I looked down, already very weak, like a withered rose.

"Oh ..." Aunt nodded meaningfully.

"No ... here." A little boy appeared from the crowd and said, "My home ... is close to yours. I'll ride with you ... "He said, reaching out and taking out two crumpled dollars.

"Thank you ..." I'm ashamed.

He accompanied me back by car. Talking and laughing in the car.

When he got off the bus, he smiled and said, "Let's go ..."

"Isn't it ... be my neighbor?"

He smiled and said, "Actually ... I should have got off a long time ago. I stand in front of you. "

I was shocked, but also moved "thank you!" "

"Why did you accompany me through this journey?"

"I saw ... the wound on your leg. If you plan to walk back ... the rain will inflame the wound. " He pointed his finger at the wound on my leg.

I have been thanking him for a while. Then, I gave him the first golden maple leaf stamp I collected, which I have always treasured. Then, I reluctantly turned and left. On the way, I kept looking back just to see that kind and lovely little boy. The flowers on the road are very bright in the rain.

The boy's back is like paper stained with ink, getting smaller and farther away. ...

"Goodbye ..." I sighed ... that was the first time I got such help. His kindness changed my view of the world. In fact, there are no good people in the world, only good people are silent occasionally, but there are good people and bad people in the world, and there is no absolute distinction between good people and bad people. Good or bad is just a matter of thought.

God's temper has passed, and the sky is blooming like a flower. As white as cotton, it looks like the boy's face from a distance. ...

2. Write a composition on the road. Spring is charming on the road in spring.

First, there was a slight spring breeze, blowing the most sincere spring blessing. Then a few clear birdsongs, A flute and laughter. ................................................................................................................................................ ................... Liu Ruchun looks in the mirror, dancing her long green hair, as if green pigment were painted on it, making it look brand-new, very delicate and pretty, and the more she looks at it, the more soft and lovely she feels. It's really a bit like sage like type! The willow trees are full of birds, twittering and making noise.

As if to say: "Spring has come, and these trees have grown thick leaves. Let's stop and talk. " Naturally, the grass is unwilling to lag behind, so it pushes up hard, and the tender green buds emerge with difficulty and excitement.

From a distance, it is like a green handkerchief covering the earth and hillside at will. When the spring breeze blows, the grass bends down and looks at a large area full of new green, like a shy girl, intoxicated and forgotten in the wind.

Baiyun went out for a walk. Look! Isn't that uncle horse's cloud? It is morning exercise and running! Huh? Who's that? Oh, the Monkey King! Is he going to make trouble in heaven? Naturally, there is usually a breeze where there are clouds.

Wow, I ran into a fragrant wind as soon as I went out. The breeze winds on your left and on your right. ...........................................................................................................................................................

Walking in the top-down mountain stream, my face was splashed with water from time to time. Hey! This strange spray, crystal clear and cool, splashes on you, but still feels very comfortable! I crouched down and wanted to wash my face with the clear mountain spring.

But I stopped. I saw a green leaf floating in the water. A few naughty fish, shy or something, hide under the leaves and play games with them.

More interestingly, there are a few small ants on the leaves, which probably climbed from the tree to the leaves! I can't believe I'm dancing on a leaf, treating it as a boat and drifting with the flow. Faced with this situation, I waved my sleeves and left quietly without taking a drop of water. I don't want to awaken the quiet beauty of spring in the mountain stream.

Ah! Spring rain is coming, what should I do without an umbrella? Never mind, it's raining. It's comfortable to get wet in the rain. Standing in the middle of the ground, the spring rain falls on my face, so cool.

This rain nourishes everything and revives everything. It is known as "Spring rain is as expensive as oil". After a while, after the rain, it was another scene.

People came out of the house, hibernating animals woke up and the earth became full of vitality. A gust of wind blew, making people feel slightly moist, with the fragrance of earth, grass and flowers. The spring rain in ............................................................................................................................................. washed everything clean, the earth was full of vitality, and people were full of energy.

Yes, "a year's plan lies in spring"! Spring, spring, how intoxicating, how desirable! Excellent composition in the 2007 senior high school entrance examination: Life is like a journey, you don't have to care about your destination; What you should care about is the scenery along the way and the mood of watching the scenery. Let's take a piece of paper with us, whether it is yellow or new. Look at the clouds rolling, bloom flowers falling.

Recording the bits and pieces of the journey, as well as those who have warmed us and touched us, will become indelible beautiful scenery in life. We are not alone, there are always people along the way.

I miss those innocent years, those days when I climbed over the fence and sneaked into school, those days when I shook the bell and hummed nursery rhymes, and those days when I hid in the quilt during my lunch break. In those days, we often walked hand in hand.

I remember those midsummer days, when we stood in the shade and drank iced soda. The water is sweet and cold, and it keeps flowing into my heart.

As a result of sweating, strands of hair stuck to our foreheads. We touched the bottle and smiled happily, even the cicada's voice was forgotten. What a simple happiness. Because the school gate was closed, we climbed over the low wall next to it and accidentally cut our hands, and the deep red blood suddenly oozed out.

Even so, I gritted my teeth and said it didn't hurt at all. You must have laughed at me then.

Obviously, you have to pretend to be a grinning man. Then he said he would drag me to the infirmary to get my medicine.

Afternoon is the happiest and shortest time. We set the clothes as the goal and started running all over the field.

On the small court, our laughter echoed. A short line rushed across the sky, followed by the second and third lines.

Then I heard a bang and the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves. Boring, I just think it's raining.

You took my hand and ran away, the next second. I almost fell down several times, but I still held your hand tightly.

Finally, we running all the way came under the eaves, looked at each other already soaked, and smiled happily. Although I have drifted away these days, I inadvertently look back and the scenery remains the same.

None of you have left. Thank you for walking me that way.

It is you who have given me strength, so that no matter how steep mountains, muddy and rugged roads and swift rivers I encounter in the future, I will never hesitate again! I will carefully collect all the warmth in the softest corner of my heart. Maybe one day, when I meet the winter of my life, I will wake them up, let the once-touched heart ripple again and melt the frost of this season. Pack your bags and wave goodbye to the clouds. I'm going on my way again.

Life flies, I will cherish every minute on the road, and I will miss the beautiful scenery on the journey. What's my next stop? To write a good article, we must first learn to cultivate our ability to capture the moments that touch our lives.

It should be noted that the author of this paper is good at understanding the little things in life through memories, and then conceives such an elegant work full of warmth and affection. Good friendship pervades the article, and cherish the friendship that jumps under the pen tip.

Our readers seem to trace back to that eternal era. The beautiful display of writing style, the hearty expression of emotions, especially the use of some classic poetic languages, such as "Waving Farewell to Clouds in the Sky" and "Clouds Rolling and Clouding, Flowers Falling in bloom", all well show the author's cultural accumulation.

3. Write a composition on the topic of "On the Road". There are many ways to understand about 600 words. If you understand it literally, you can write about walking on the road and watching the changes around the city and the development of people's lives.

In order to develop the following ideas. There is another way to understand life on the road. You can write your own way, past, present and future.

I have some wonderful examples for your reference: I have been traveling on my way to school. Shuttle freely between poems and songs; Galloping in addition, subtraction, multiplication and division; Talking about the world in political history.

Learning is happy, and after learning new knowledge, happy satisfaction overflows; Or linger in a wonderful chapter of a strange article; Or rejoice at the opening of a difficult problem; Or you have ambitions for your country. On the way to school, I am a happy acquirer.

I have been traveling on the road of youth. Even if the wind is strong and the waves are strong, I will use my youth to hold my destiny by the throat. Even if I succeed in creating more obstacles and causing more failures, I will experience failures again and again and climb over obstacles with youthful vitality; Even if I walk out of my youth one day, I will continue to travel with a youthful heart.

On the road of youth, I am a happy young man. I have been traveling on the road of life.

No matter how long this road is, I will go on as always; No matter how bumpy and tortuous this road is, I will leave some time to see the scenery of the journey; No matter how tired this road is, I still keep an optimistic heart. Will not be discouraged by the thorns ahead; Will not be fascinated by roadside fantasies.

On the road of life, I am a strong traveler. I have been on the road, traveling on all kinds of roads.

On the way to school, my backpack is full and fruitful; On the road of youth, I run and jump and go forward bravely; On the road of life, I cut through thorns and strut. A person, with thousands of moods, has traveled thousands of roads.

The scenery on the hurried road has become an eternal memory, only this step has never stopped for anyone. I know. I've been on the road.

-Inscriptions always have a strange dream. In my dream, I have been running, and the road in circles is like a maze. Running is always endless. Round and round, there is no exit, so we can only keep running, always on the path surrounded by blue bricks.

I didn't find myself sweating until I was woken up ... Maybe I was on the road and never stopped running. People who come and go are only in a trance for a moment.

In my hurry, I missed the scenery, that childhood, that smiling face. I heard that childhood is just a stop, and it will always be forgotten in the distance of the road, and it will always be precipitated by years.

However, this joyful little station stopped too short. How can I go back if I miss it once? ! If you regret it more than once, why not stop your persistent steps, even if it's just a glimpse? However, there is no fairy tale in reality, which cruelly melts my dream. That innocence has been added to the "past tense", and the days without troubles have passed. If you want to disperse, you must leave.

The road is extending, and the steps are still going on. I no longer like balloons, I no longer crave candy, and I no longer believe in fairy tales.

Just quietly looking up at the sky, thinking about the future and depicting dreams. I no longer call myself a child, because I can't keep my childhood.

Muttered: "I won't know until I grow up ..." Years blurred the scenery of that season, and everything was settled and sealed in the past. Tears covered my eyes, but I had to try to dry them and move on. Because I have been on the road, because I am strong, so I stubbornly don't look back.

I can't guess how long the unknown road ahead is. I can only use my reason to describe and write bit by bit, and fill its original black and white with color. I don't know how hard it will be, but at least I won't let myself go back to the original point in cowardice.

That passionate youth exudes her unique fragrance. The ups and downs of these fifteen years have sent away some of the past and ushered in hope. Just like that ancient tree, the rings of years express brilliance.

Footprints are deep and shallow, recording bits and pieces. A person's footsteps, a person's walking, winding in the mud, is just a witness, a mark.

A road is only for one person, whether it is the beginning or the end, as long as the heart is on the road, the scenery along the way is only eternal. That dream again. The endless road is constantly extending. I keep running, keep running ... The scenery in front of me on the road is constantly changing, both familiar and unfamiliar.

Only those trees, grass and flowers, no matter where they move, are still so fresh and full of vitality, but those roads, houses and houses have changed, and there is always a strange feeling. The scenery of the road is beautiful, but we still want to stop and have a place of our own. When we are tired, we can have a rest and continue to insist.

When walking on the road, because I have a place I want to go, that place is warm and familiar to me, no matter how cold it is, my heart will warm up. Back home, back to the place where I was a child, I always feel that time seems to be slowing down.

The wind is blowing slowly, sparrows are jumping around in the open space looking for food, and cats and dogs are lazy in front of the door. If they pass by, their fur will stand up and make a threatening sound in the room, which is completely different from those pet dogs. That belongs to a real dog. Some teenagers came over and just smiled.

Now when a little older children have grown up. Still dressed in a foreign style, the city is developing rapidly now, and there is no difference between regions and urban and rural areas, but that impetuous feeling still exists.

A rational and profound understanding of life still needs years of polishing. I will always think of you from time to time. You and I have been on the road.

Far and near, virtual and real. When I can't see you, I become rational and indifferent. I look at those young dads who are afraid of treating their children and being contained. As said, the father is sincere to the child, and the child is much less to the father.

I also saw the inconvenience and harm caused by those small and disgusting faces. The road is short, and you will always reach your destination soon, but the feeling on the road is always long.

Everyone's appearance is much more beautiful than before, but also much more indifferent. Everyone's heart is the kind that sweeps the snow in front of the door and ignores his heart.

4. Write a composition about the road to growth: learn to grow king. This is a road. It has a name-growth. There are lush flowers on both sides of the path, each one is beautiful, but you can't pick it casually. Because some flowers have thorns on their stems, you will be stabbed by them, just like a failure you have experienced; But some flowers don't have thorns, and when you pick them, you get unparalleled fragrance and its unparalleled color, which is like your success; They are opportunities. Do you have the courage to "seize" those opportunities? Those flowers are just blooming, which won't affect your thoughts. "Pick" depends on reaching out. On the way to growth, learn the courage to "pick". On that road, there is no car or boat, so we can only walk independently on two legs. The scenery along the way will make your eyes look around, but don't ignore the stones under your feet and be careful not to trip over them. Not far ahead, some roads are not easy to walk, so you must walk carefully step by step. Don't be glad, there are potholes, rocks and silt waiting for you ahead, and … you won't be afraid to move forward when you see the mountain, will you? When you encounter these difficulties and setbacks, do you sit on the road or get up? Don't let cowardice block the scenery ahead. Learn to overcome self-confidence on the road to growth. Perhaps, you have experienced a lot on this road of growth, failed and succeeded. You picked a basket of flowers, and this is your success. Look at others, they are far behind you. Some people only have two or three flowers in their hands, while others don't even have flowers. You must be very happy, but you are already. Standing where you are and waving your flowers will only make others laugh at you. Settle down, continue to grow and continue to succeed. On the road of growth, learn to set off your heart with a low profile. On the road of growth, learn to be peaceful, open-minded, tolerant, patient, calm, positive and grateful ... on this road, learn to grow.

5. Write a travel essay. Life is like a trip, no matter where the destination is; What you should care about is the scenery along the way and the mood of watching the scenery. Let's take a piece of paper with us, whether it is yellow or new. Look at the clouds rolling, bloom flowers falling. Remember to record the bits and pieces of the journey, as well as those who have warmed us and touched us. These will become indelible beautiful scenery in life.

We are not alone, there are always people along the way. I miss those innocent days, those days when I climbed over the fence and sneaked into the school. Those days when the bell rang and hummed nursery rhymes, those days when I hid in the quilt and played during my lunch break. In those days, we often walked hand in hand.

I remember those summers when we stood in the shade and drank iced soda. The water is sweet and cold, and it keeps flowing into my heart. A few strands of hair stuck to the forehead because of the juice. We touched the bottle and smiled happily, even the cicada's voice was forgotten. What a simple happiness.

Because the school gate was closed, we climbed over the low wall next to it and accidentally cut our hands, and the deep red blood suddenly oozed out. Even so, I gritted my teeth and said it didn't hurt at all. You must have laughed at me then. Obviously, you have to pretend to be a man with that smile and squid teeth. Then he said he would drag me to the infirmary to get my medicine.

Afternoon is the happiest and shortest time. We set the clothes as the goal and started running all over the field. On the small court, our laughter echoed.

A short line rushed across the sky, followed by the second and third lines. Then I heard a bang and the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves. Boring, I just think it's raining. You took my hand and ran away, the next second. I almost fell down several times, but I still held your hand tightly. Finally, we running all the way came under the eaves, looked at each other already soaked, and smiled happily.

Although I have drifted away these days, I inadvertently look back and the scenery remains the same. None of you have left. Thank you for walking me that way. It is you who have given me strength, so that I will never wander again no matter how steep the mountain, how muddy and rugged the road and how fast the river is!

I will carefully collect all the warmth in the softest corner of my heart. Maybe one day, when I meet the winter of my life, I will wake them up, let the once-touched heart ripple again and melt the frost of this season.

Pack your bags and wave goodbye to the clouds. I'm going on my way again. Life is full of leaps and bounds. I will cherish every minute on the road, and I will miss the beautiful scenery on the journey. What's my next stop?

6. Write a 600-word essay entitled On the Road. Narrative title: On the road ... Some people say that life is like a road. Everyone has embarked on his own journey since birth. This road is full of thorns and bumps along the way, but what we harvest is happiness. We should have one thing to accompany us all the way, and that is affection.

I remember Boccaccio of Italy said that friendship is the most sacred thing. I don't think so. The most selfless and precious thing in the world is affection, which is much more important than friendship, and the affection between people is even more unique.

In the world, there are all kinds of people and everything will happen, but the only constant is affection, which is your love for your loved ones. On the way of growing up, they taught me to take the first step. Although the footprints are shallow, they taught me to face life bravely ... On the road of growing up, parents' love for their children is everywhere.

Parents face us with a selfless feeling. They are willing to go hungry and want us to eat and wear warm clothes. Therefore, in the eyes of many people, family ties are as heavy as a thousand.

But it seems that there is too little affection, which leads us to turn a blind eye. I was surprised to find that many children do not cherish the fruits of their parents' labor more and more, and often only regard their parents as inexhaustible wealth.

No matter how earnestly parents nag, they always turn a blind eye as if it had nothing to do with themselves. These things that have never been heard before seem to be commonplace now.

However, the person I love is still silently dedicating her love, with no regrets ... On the road of growth, there will inevitably be bumps. When we are sad, the people we love will appear in front of us to smooth the broken heart; When we are happy, they will share with me ... In a blink of an eye, I have left 13 deep or shallow footprints on the road of growth. Recalling this 13 year, touching scenes appeared in front of my eyes, and tears inadvertently wetted my eyes ... and this 13 year, my loved ones were like the sun on the road, in the long night. On the road, because of you, I can spread my wings and soar! Thank you, the most beautiful sun on my road.

7. On the day of writing on the topic of "On the Road", it was sunny and sunny. It was a cold winter, but it was a good weather I didn't often meet. I invited some good friends out to play and didn't hurry home until seven o'clock in the evening. At the fork in the road, it's time to go our separate ways. My friend jokingly said to me, "Do you dare to go this way?" I looked at the brightly lit road and looked back at the dark path, and my heart suddenly backed out. But I don't know whether it's for courage or for fear of losing face in front of my friends. I accidentally stepped into this mysterious and opaque path.

It' s really "knowing that there are tigers in the mountains and leaning towards the tiger mountain." Soon, when the laughter behind me completely disappeared in my ears, I immediately regretted that I loved to be brave and proud, but it was useless now, so I had to bite the bullet and move on.

At night, it was strangely quiet, like death. The north wind is blowing, and I am shivering with cold, as if I were in a dark freezer. I look around almost every step I take. I'm really afraid that a monster with five eyes and six legs will jump out of the darkness and eat me in one bite. Although we have walked for a long time, the front is still dark, as if the road will never end. What if I never get out? Thought of here, I immediately comforted myself not to entertain foolish ideas, but the fear in my heart did not decrease, but became stronger. I walked softly, without making any footsteps. I'm really worried that even the faint footsteps will bring bad consequences. Just when I was in infinite fear, suddenly a figure flashed in front of me, and I immediately raised my vigilance. Oh, my God! The figure came to me, my eyes were fixed on the shadow, and my feet seemed to be nailed to the ground. He is getting closer and closer to me. What should I do?

I can feel my heart beating faster and faster. Ah! How did he get to me so soon? I closed my eyes at once, afraid to imagine what would happen next. Finally, the man walked past me. Ah, what a false alarm. I was relieved. Keep walking.

Since then, I have been much more courageous and my fears have been eliminated by half. Before long, I walked out of that creepy path. I was greeted by brightly lit roads and avenues leading to my home. They seem happy that I have overcome my inner darkness and fear. My heart is sweeter than honey.

8. Write an article on the topic of "On the Road". It is a short road from home to school, but as long as you are vigilant and walk back and forth from this road twice a day, you will always see "short shots", which is touching.

You see, the little boy is standing uneasily on his father's frame, holding his father's shoulders in his hands and making faces; The woman selling vegetables on the roadside smiled lovingly, but she still didn't forget to remind her to be careful.

Under the scorching sun, an old man stepped on a special tricycle with a flower umbrella tied behind the seat. Under the flower umbrella, his old woman sat, just talking and laughing, and her toothless mouth never closed properly.

In the cool evening breeze, a prospective lover walked across the field holding hands, and her face was filled with happiness and longing.

In the field, an old man squatted and looked at the delicate and lovely vegetables in the bed with deep affection, stroking them with his hands from time to time, as if stroking his beloved child.

After school, * * * slipped away in a string, and in a short time, the students' cycling team flowed out. Branches in the mainstream gradually split into groups, bending over their heads to join in the fun, pedaling under their feet, chatting in their mouths and dancing their eyebrows. ...

A girl just walked out of the beauty salon, with bangs and long hair, full of youth and beauty. Although I can't see her face clearly, I can feel that her heart is full of hope for life.

In the nursery, the clever puppy always stands up on two hind legs, making the dolls giggle; This innocent smile seems to melt all the troubles.

In a simple shed garage, the master and the customer pushed around for a few cents of repair fees.

Life is quiet, but a quiet life is like a cup of fragrant tea. Without the richness of alcohol, coffee and milk, it can make people taste a faint fragrance with endless aftertaste.

We often complain that happiness is too far away from us, because you always look up to the sky for happiness, because you never pay attention to the happiness around you, which makes me feel that life is full of meaning; Passing by happiness makes me feel happy. Friends,

When walking on the road, please slow down, open your eyes and open your mind. ...