Everyone is on their way. Everyone is on the way to find the soul, and everyone's soul is always on the road. The following is an 800-word composition I compiled for you on the way to the senior high school entrance examination. You are welcome to check it out.
On the road, the 800-word composition 1 muddy road records my growth.
Every little daisy on the roadside gave birth to my dream, witnessed my pursuit and looked forward to my transcendence.
The road of childhood is covered with seeds of small daisies. In spring, they pull out the R-shaped buds. I looked at them in surprise, picked one, transplanted it into my flowerpot and put it under the eaves. I water them every day, looking forward to their growth and dreaming of my future. I still remember that day, my father taught me to write names. He held my tender little hand and wrote a word "Cong" in the notebook. I have been imitating like that, writing line by line and page by page in my exercise book. I don't know how many days later, I went to my father and excitedly wrote "Cong" in my exercise book. Although the handwriting is not very beautiful and crooked, it contains my sweat. I told my father that I would be a calligrapher in the future. When I saw it, my father smiled.
On the road of childhood, my life was wonderful because of my dreams.
On the way to youth, that little daisy grew up and produced a pale yellow flower, which was held by its handle and tottered in the breeze. I have been practicing calligraphy every day since the first grade of primary school. "There will always be gains from giving." I firmly believe that. In the third grade, I was selected into the school calligraphy class, and I had calligraphy classes every night. Under the careful guidance of teachers, of course, the more you write, the better. In the fourth grade, I got my first harvest-the first prize in the school-level calligraphy competition. When I was in the fifth grade, I was about to take part in the national competition. A few nights ago, I practiced a lot of hard pen calligraphy every day, and I have been making progress and pursuing it. Finally, at that time, I won the national second prize. Going home with a certificate of merit, I saw my father smile. Now, with the aggravation of my studies, my spare time is getting less and less, but I still take time out to practice calligraphy from time to time.
On the road of youth, dreams are beautiful because of persistent pursuit.
Nowadays, the little daisy is mature, the flowers are blooming vigorously and the stems are getting stronger and stronger. Under the setting sun, it is more beautiful and mysterious. But when the typhoon parrot came last year, I was worried that it could not stand the wind and rain, so I wanted to move it home. But when I mentioned it, I was shocked. It doesn't grow in a flowerpot! Its roots have passed through the small holes in the bottom of the basin and deeply penetrated into the soil. I told myself at that time that I wanted to be a chrysanthemum, surpass myself, break free from bondage and be myself bravely.
On the road of the future, my pursuit is eternal because of transcendence.
On the road of growth, every footprint is a dream, pursuit and transcendence, which constitute my growth and my life. On the way, with you, my life is more brilliant!
Under the eaves, a little girl said to the little daisy, "Thank you for walking with me all the way." ……
On the way, the caterpillar will turn into a beautiful butterfly, so it leaves a beautiful image in the sky, like a beam of glow, which will be unforgettable for a long time. But at this time, how many people think that it used to be a disgusting caterpillar, and how many people can think of how hard it has gone before it shed its ugly coat and became beautiful and free. People often only notice the glory of the winners, but forget it.
Have you noticed those flowers that are stained with dew in the morning? You must think this flower is so delicate that you can't even take it off. You just want to watch it dance quietly in the wind, but do you know that these flowers have such a delicate gesture after fighting with the silent and cold night? Few people really pay attention to the past of a successful person, because they are often attracted by the charm of his success, and no one will pity you for tearing your heart out on a cold night. That will only increase others' disgust, disdain and contempt. If you are a painter, you will practice your skills in the silent night, just waiting for Bole to appear. If you are a singer, you will practice your voice and hope to show the best to the audience. Similarly, if you are a teacher, you will also be respected by the students under the podium. But maybe no one remembers how hard you tried to organize a lesson plan. If you are a student, your parents may only care about the numbers on the test paper, but about your ranking after the exam. No one will pay attention to it, really, because you have to bear the process alone. ...
Stop joking. This phenomenon has always existed around us. On the road to success, some people can't stand the pain and suffering and give up. Some people look at the road ahead and are afraid. Do you know Li Yugang? Yes, he is famous for singing opera, but I'm afraid you never noticed how he survived, and I'm afraid you never understood how much gossip, indifference and contempt he encountered when he walked on the road to success. He came from that bumpy road full of hardships. Even if his shoes are worn out and his feet can't go any further, he will bite his teeth and survive. He can only heal quietly in the silent night, and then continue to walk.
Looking into the distance, I saw beautiful scenery; Look at your feet, it's a long road.
In the shining spotlight, you are smiling, but people will never know that you are covered with scars after taking off your shining coat. ...
We are all climbing a mountain, a mountain full of twists and turns and thorns. Some people try to find shortcuts and hope to succeed overnight, but in the end, they will get lost in the mountains and forget themselves. ...
Now facing the pressure of the senior high school entrance examination, I often struggle late into the night. It is normal to sleep after eleven o'clock and twelve o'clock.
After the monthly exam, I was at a loss in the face of bright red papers. Why did I work so hard and fail the exam? Is it because I was born stupid? Is the IQ of others higher than mine? There are countless questions and speculations in my heart. The wall clock is hanging on the wall and ticking away. It was early in the morning, and I gradually fell asleep in vague thinking.
The next day, I went to school as usual, because it was too early and getting up was very annoying. When I got to my seat, I came down in a daze. Confused, I heard the students reading aloud next to me-clear and coherent. I tried to open my eyes slightly closed, only to see her back to the society. He was reciting chemical equations, one by one, and no one was watching. I immediately understood the gap between us: originally, the distance between us lies in this tiny little thing. I suddenly sat up and handed in my homework quickly. I took out my book, straightened up and quickly joined them.
After school, a mountain of homework overwhelmed me again. They wrote down the specific contents of their homework in the contact book at home and school, while cursing each other-these teachers are too cruel to give people a chance to breathe. "When can you finish so much homework?" I asked my classmate next to me doubtfully, and he said calmly, "Around eleven o'clock." Speaking of which, I think we are almost the same. But what he said later left me speechless. "Then I'm going to make an extra test paper and practice skipping for ten minutes. I won't go to bed until after twelve o'clock! " I thought she would look bitter and gloomy when she said this, but I didn't expect her to be telling other people's stories, and her expression was dull. The side face froze me for a moment. I nodded blankly. "Oh, I see!" Put on your schoolbag. On the way home, I seem to find the reason why my grades are so far behind others: others work hard when I don't know, accept when I complain, and pay silently when I am about to give up. ...
We are all passers-by climbing mountains. Some people, even if they know the twists and turns of the road and the pain of climbing mountains, still have a belief in their hearts. They can see the light of the sun behind the mountain. They won't complain or give up. They will go step by step, step by step, step by step.
Take dreams as a horse and live up to your youth! We're all on our way!
The pace of life is not to stay where it is, but to move forward on the road. -inscription
We cherish our dreams, big or small, complex or simple, gorgeous or simple, but they are always our inner sustenance. Some people use it to set off firmly, while others use self-appreciation to decorate; Some people take a step to meet it, and some people hold their knees and cry to see it go away. There are indeed many dangers ahead. Instead of stopping, why not choose to go forward, on the road, keep going, and you will find it eventually.
Many times there will be such a topic, "What is your dream?" The child may show you his unconstrained style and make people laugh; Young people may be young but excited to describe their great ambitions; Most adults choose not to talk about it, and their brow is mostly depressed and regretful.
Because the child is immature and innocent; Young people are wet behind the ears, and youth fills their hearts with dreams. And some adults, who have experienced all kinds of social tests, have also had the time when their dreams are about to overflow, and after being scratched a lot, they crack and then leak out.
However, when there is a crack between dreams and all the light leaks, we find the existence of cracks. Some people choose to let go, slow down, and feel that they are losing weight gradually, but there is nothing they can do. Some people, on the other hand, step up their pace, look for traces of dreams, mend cracks in the road and fill their hearts. Looking back, those who stay where they are and cry with empty shells are thinking about their own sadness in the small place where they lost their dreams and painted the ground as a prison.
As Lu Xun said, "the most painful thing in life is that there is no way to go when you wake up, and the dreamer is happy;" If you can't see the way to go, the most important thing is not to wake him. "Lu Xun said that if you can't persist, your dreams will be disconsolate. In the process of growing up, we will always encounter difficulties and cracks. When the beautiful dream of youth meets the reality, you can't stay in this world but try to escape from the thorns that easily reach you.
When we meet, what we should do is not to feel sorry for ourselves, but to be the one who repairs the cracks for ourselves and moves on. If you don't persist, how can you see a shining dream? We can't just have a pair of footprints from beginning to end. If we can't grasp the dream of leaving in a hurry once, don't panic, stop, and when time goes by, everything will only be missed.
So you keep moving forward with your dreams, at least on the road, with dreams.
I hide in a certain time, miss the ripples of a certain period of time, miss a certain place, miss those people who stand on the road and let me care about them, and thank them for accompanying me all the way during my growth, so that I am no longer lonely and warm.
In the Analects of Confucius, Confucius said: You must know the age of your parents, one is happy and the other is worried. This reminds me of my mother. I don't know when, we always quarrel endlessly. I still remember that it was December. In the coldest time, for some reason, I quarreled with her again. I rushed out of the door and sat on the steps of the yard with my back to her. Naively, I used this to declare victory. But gradually, I began to tremble. The temperature below zero made me unbearable, and the time became very long, but I still stubbornly refused to go back until my mother gently called me, and I slowly went in. I looked down, but I didn't want to talk. Mother just said, "Go into the house and sleep. There is a thermos beside the bed. " I am ready to fight at any time. At this moment, my heart suddenly dropped its guard. I think I really shouldn't get up from my left chest with regret and emotion. Thank you for having a mother on the road to tolerate my ignorance and naivety.
I often dig out graduation photo, and we stand side by side, stubbornly standing in the sun, with a bright smile more dazzling than the sun. I will always remember that afternoon, when it was dark. Dark clouds rolled and a heavy rain was brewing. Sure enough, it rained cats and dogs before school was over. My classmates and I stood in the corridor, cowering from the heavy rain. I don't know who said, "Otherwise, let's go hand in hand!" Everyone responded in succession. I was depressed because of the rain and instantly regained my fighting spirit. My uneasy heart suddenly became firm and rushed into the rain without hesitation. This heavy rain bears witness to our madness and friendship. It's good to have friends on the way to growth.
Someone once said to me, "You can do it." Extremely simple, but it gave me unprecedented courage. That's my teacher. I remember that when the big exam approached and everyone had high hopes for me, I lost confidence first, perhaps because of pressure, and I felt that my heart was willing but my strength was weak. Just then, the teacher found me and said, "You can do it." I still remember the teacher's firm, trusting and firm eyes. Those gentle and firm words, like warm sunshine, bloom quietly in my heart, giving me the courage and strength to walk against the wind. On the way of growing up, with the encouragement of teachers, I will work hard. Thanks to every haze on the road of life, I feel the warmth of love, and thanks to their love, I have the courage to chase and run.
With their love, I will move on.
Me, on my way.