Everyone must have been exposed to composition, especially topic composition. Topic composition has the characteristic of relevance, that is, topic composition must be related to the topic. So how should you write this type of composition? The following is a composition on the topic of roads that I carefully compiled. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. A 600-word essay on the topic of road, Part 1
“Dare you ask where the road is? The road is at your feet!”
Do you feel that hope is slim and you hesitate to move forward? Have you given up halfway because the road ahead is uneven? Have you stopped moving forward because of lack of will? What would you do at this point? My answer is to hit the road, move towards the dream in my heart, and step on the road under my feet in a down-to-earth manner!
Take the road, even if there are many obstacles on the road. In order to find materials suitable for making filaments, Edison tried countless times and failed countless times, but he remained steadfast and continued on this rugged road, finally bringing light to the world. Zhu Bajie in "Journey to the West" repeatedly proposed to break up the gang after encountering demons and monsters. Fortunately, the other members were strong-willed and persevered on the road to obtain the scriptures, and obtained the true scriptures. Just imagine if they give up after encountering difficulties and no longer continue on the road, how can they become Buddhas and save all sentient beings?
Go on the road, even if there are many regrets on the road. Zhuge Liang was invited out of the mountain after three visits to the thatched cottage. Five Zhang Yuan was sad for the autumn phoenix. He left Qishan six times and captured Meng Huo seven times. He cleverly set up the Eight Diagrams array, but what was left behind was the lament that "he died before he left the army and made the hero burst into tears." People feel sorry. But I think Kong Ming has no regrets. He walked tirelessly on the road of loyalty to the emperor. Because of this, he is even more praised as "dedicated to death." Why worry about regrets when you hit the road?
Go on the road, even if there is no beautiful scenery on the road. The famous Greek philosopher Socrates was ostracized by the people at the time and sent to the gallows just because he wanted to be a "gadfly". However, Socrates was fearless and sacrificed for the truth under the "democratic rule" of the time. There was no praise on the path of truth that Socrates walked, only belittlement and rejection, but he still walked firmly. Going on the road is a process. Even if there are no scenic spots to accompany you, as long as you are true to yourself, you can walk calmly and fearlessly.
Take the road, even if there is no light on the road to guide you. Van Gogh was impoverished during his lifetime, and he only sold one painting during his lifetime. But he still loves life and is obsessed with art and moral issues. He regards painting as a religion, works like an ascetic, and paints with his life. It doesn't matter if there is no guiding light on the road. What matters is that the ideal light never goes out.
"The road is long and long." No matter how far, how difficult or painful the road is, let us join hands and embark on the road together! A 600-word essay on the topic of the road, Part 2
The road and the horizon go out of each other’s field of vision, persistently pursuing an open life. My spirit is trudging along this bumpy road. The road is long, but I am determined to complete the real journey of life stained with sweat.
I chose a path that is neither novel nor ordinary—learning painting. This is a road full of ups and downs and one needs to be chosen carefully. However, I initially chose Miao not just because it was fun. Being in an interest group class is quite interesting and fun. However, before the painting competition, I suddenly became angry and nervous. Training is becoming more and more frequent and time is getting tighter. Full of my parents' expectations, I confidently participated in the competition, but I only won the third prize. My parents' comfort did not make me feel happy. I began to realize that the road to art is not a smooth road. To choose it, you have to stick to it and put in sweat and hard work to reach the end of victory.
I started to work hard, and without affecting my study, I spent every minute and every second practicing and copying. At first, the paintings were always unsatisfactory, and even I couldn't stand it. But as time went by and the number of training sessions continued to increase, I was pleasantly surprised to find that my paintings were very similar to the pictures in the book. The group of people who used to look different now have a bit of a personality. My parents’ encouragement makes me confident. Then I participated in various painting competitions and won many honors. My artistic path has hope and light.
After entering junior high school, I had too much homework and could hardly spare time for training. I gradually became alienated from the drawing board. Although that was not my original intention. But I still haven't given up on it. If you don’t specialize in drawing, you can use your interests and expertise on blackboard newspapers and handwritten newspapers. The exquisite and lifelike patterns are always praised by teachers. It also favors me more. I suddenly discovered that one must stick to the path chosen, otherwise all efforts will be wasted. There is another way to walk this soft path, which is also a path of persistence.
Prepare for a rainy day, I will try my best to do what I will always do, and persevere to finish this road. Success and tears leave long-lasting memories in the ever-persistent heart. Whether it is or not, the road stretches under firm feet. Perseverance is the road, and the road is the spirit of perseverance. 600-word essay on the topic of road Part 3
Some people advocate the road of pleasure and are arrogant and extravagant; some people yearn for the leisurely road, with plum wives and crane children; some people love the ordinary road, You are ordinary and mediocre; but you have abandoned the worldly road to experience the tragedy of killing enemies in the army, feel the pain of all people's arrows, show your ambition to swallow thousands of miles like a tiger, and open up a glorious road
A young classmate, you are in your prime.
As a young man, you had great ambitions. The corruption of the imperial court, the invasion of Jin soldiers, and the suffering of the people inspired you to serve the country. You joined the army and became a newborn calf. Don't be afraid of tigers and defend your country. You, a frail scholar, have shouldered the great responsibility of saving the country and the people with your weak shoulders
"Yishui Xiaoxiao is cold in the west, and the whole house is dressed like snow and is a strong man. "The sad song is not complete yet" On the battlefield, you marched forward bravely; the road ahead was long, but you smiled and you were determined to walk the road of loyalty to the emperor and serving the country
The setting sun was setting, the mist was heartbreaking
Returning from the fight against the Jin Dynasty, You entered the official career and worked hard to spread your passion to the court. You were upright and refused to compromise with the darkness of officialdom. You were full of righteousness. Maybe your light stung their dark eyes, maybe your steps woke up their prosperous world. Sweet dream, you have been excluded
In this age that advocates pleasure, people’s expectations of you are to sing flowers and moonlight and show off poetry, but you insist on going the opposite direction. If you are not willing to be reduced to this, you will serve the country with all your heart. The heart turns into the vivid characters in the pen, showing that I can draw the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot the majestic sky of the sky wolf
The old man is full of ambition
You are sixty-six When you were old, you were appointed. At that time, the imperial court was preparing for the Northern Expedition. You tried your best for this purpose and warned the rulers to be cautious and not to use troops hastily. But your loyalty was met with suspicion and neglect. When you saw the clear river water under Yugu Terrace, many passers-by shed tears. , you are depressed, but not negative. You still hope that the fight against gold will succeed, sighing "who can ask, Lianpo is old, can he still make a living?", you avoid the road of retreating to the mountains and forests
In the Orchid Pavilion, where the sky is bright and clear, you can look up at the universe; in the Tengwang Pavilion, where there are outstanding people, you can climb high and write poems; It became forever. 600-word essay on the topic of roads Part 4
"The road is long and long, and I will search up and down." The main road is flat, spacious, and bright, while the small road is winding, winding, and Interesting. On the road, you can hold your head high and stride forward, but on the road to success, there will definitely be some potholes and pitfalls that are not easy to be discovered. If you are not careful, you will never be able to climb out; Although the path is winding and rugged, there is also a sense of splendor in the process of walking.
In February and March, spring has just begun in my hometown, and there are often continuous spring rains. Within a few days, dense grass grew all along the roadside. In the early morning, I walked on this country road. The river on the roadside was flowing quietly, and occasionally there were a few small fish playing in the river. Several willow trees beside it swayed its green hair, and from time to time a few birds landed on its head and sang a song "chirp". After the rain, the muddy soil splashed out and splashed on my pants.
Some people said annoyingly: "How annoying! I will never come here again!" But I said excitedly: "Hey, look, what beautiful grass and flowers!"
There are many roads. Different people walk on different roads, and the same people also walk on different roads. The essence of the road is the same. The difference is how you look at it and how you treat it. And the paths in people's minds are also different. On the night of the "7.21" heavy rain, in one of the hardest-hit areas in Beijing, 152 farmers used 30 lifebuoys and hemp ropes to rescue more than 170 tourists who were in critical condition. They used their love to build a road full of hope. Although people may be far apart or unknown to each other, we can build a bridge with our hearts.
Perhaps in a few years, the path with the singing birds and the fragrance of flowers will disappear and turn into a bustling street, and those mountains, birds, grass and trees will no longer exist. But people are also asked to remember and cherish it. Even if I can't keep him, I will use my whole life's efforts to build my own path of hope and love in the vast land of life. A 600-word essay on the topic of roads Part 5
During the six years of primary school, I went to and from school every day. I’ve walked back and forth on this trail countless times. The most familiar way to school has left me with many beautiful memories.
In the morning, accompanied by a few birdsong, my biological clock rang. Sitting on the bed, wiping my sleepy eyes with my hands, the sun would naughtily peek in through the gaps in the curtains, shining warmly on my face.
After breakfast, pick up your schoolbag, ride your bicycle, and go to school?
The alley is quiet, half of Father Sun’s face is exposed, and the other half is shy. Ksitigarbha is at the top of the mountain. Gradually, the sky began to get brighter. At this time, the sky was like a huge blue cloth. A painter took a paintbrush and dipped it in white paint to outline floating clouds on it. Pure white clouds, sometimes like gentle sheep, Taking a leisurely walk on the grassland; sometimes like a mighty dragon, raising its head and wagging its tail, sometimes like a big ball of cotton wool, changing its posture at will... everything is fresh. In the early morning, the ground was still wet, and the stones were covered with green moss. The crown of the big banyan tree next to the house soared into the sky, and drops of dew on the green leaves fell from one leaf to another. In the bird's nest among the branches, the birds emitted clear and sweet chirps, like a violinist playing a piece of music in the forest.
After the heavy rain, small fishes poked their heads out of the river, spitting bubbles and playing. Some naughty big crucian carps were performing a dragon gate dance. They swam to the depths, and then Swinging its tail, it jumped out of the water and splashed into waves. An egret's slender legs slid across the water, holding an unlucky big fish in its long mouth. It flapped its powerful wings and glided across the water. Its pure white feathers were not stained by a trace.
I continued to ride my bicycle and compete with the egret. Its little eyes glanced at me. The egret started its performance, did a backflip, shouted and flew into the air. . A herringbone-shaped group of wild geese flew in the sky, and the egret chatted with them about happy things again.
Following the flock of wild geese, I rode to the school gate, and Father Sun was cheering for us. A 600-word essay on the topic of roads, Part 6
The days of homesickness are always so long. I look forward to the stars and the moon, and finally look forward to this day - my parents and I return to my hometown. Along the way, the car was driving on a flat road, looking at the scenery outside the window, the distant mountain peaks, and the blue sky made me intoxicated.
At this time, my mother broke the silence in the car: "I have been here for so many years, and I don't know if my hometown has changed. The small road is still there, so our new car will suffer." "That's right. Ah, that's right, you know I've been worried about it for days," Dad agreed.
The car was driving very fast, and after driving for a long time, a familiar figure from my hometown appeared in front of me, but there was something strange about this familiarity: the original gravel road went nowhere, and a straight cement road stretched out. Towards the distance.
Walking on the cement road in my hometown, I felt a sense of longing. I remember that the cement road was originally an uneven gravel road. When I was a child, my grandma always led me back and forth on that gravel road. . Grandma’s rough big hands always like to hold my little hands. In winter, her warm big hands always warm my cold little hands until they are warmed up. Now that gravel road is gone, replaced by a wide and flat cement road, but I have never been able to forget that gravel road. Because there are beautiful memories of grandma and I on that road, there are laughter, tears, and grandma’s love.
When I entered elementary school, I left my hometown. When I entered school, my grades were very unstable and I was very depressed. I remember that my grandma touched my head after knowing it and said kindly: "Son, a person's life is not necessarily as smooth and smooth as a cement road, but more like an uneven gravel road. Sometimes you will If you trip over a raised stone, you will sometimes step on the concave ground. It is normal for you to fall. Grandma believes that you will be able to stand up again."
Those words gave me endless inspiration. Power, it is like a beacon in the dark night, giving me endless hope. It is like an invisible teacher, always motivating me to be positive... Since then, I have studied harder and my grades have improved by leaps and bounds.
The road is at my feet. I have to take every step of the way so that I can be on the road to success in the future! A 600-word essay on roads, Part 7
How many roads have you traveled in your life? Who would count them? Some people have counted the stars in the sky and become an admirable person. Astronomers, who would have done research on this road that serves people all the time?
Looking around, there are countless criss-crossing roads in front of us, either straight or tortuous; Whether it is broad or narrow, whether it is severe cold or scorching heat; whether it is windy or raining, it is serving people silently
Some people praise the grass's tenacious struggle; some people are killed by the lotus growing out of the mud. Not stained, the water is clear and not demonic, and they are in admiration; some people are fascinated by the alluring fragrance of pears, apricots, and peaches; some people are filled with joy because of the width and flatness of the asphalt road; the twists and turns of the mountain road are because of the Its twists and turns make people feel that it is poetic and interesting. But who can compose music and poems on that ordinary road?
Maybe it’s because I’m used to it. Following my father, I walked with light steps in the early morning on the path covered with golden morning glow. The winding and narrow country roads were like ribbons, crisscrossing the fields. I like to walk alone on the road, listening to the distant scenery. I always think it is a kind of incomparable beauty when I look at the birds chirping everywhere and the pedestrians and vehicles passing by.
I can get many revelations while walking and I have learned. Being a human being, how to be an unknown, simple, selfless and dedicated person is the road. It taught me how to dedicate to others without asking for anything. The road taught me what I can gain and understand the true meaning of life.
The road , it is still the unchanging, real, ordinary road. It uses its eternal spirit to make people's footsteps more solid and powerful
In the 21st century China, Doesn’t China, which is taking off rapidly, also need the spirit of the road? I hope that all of us, Chinese descendants with yellow skin, dark eyes, and black hair, can have the spirit of the road, so as to better build our country Chinese People*** The country of peace! Let it stand in the forest of all nations and be invincible! 600-word essay on the road topic 8
It snowed a few times in the past few days, but the sun has come out these days. , the snow on the road froze as soon as it melted. It's better on the main road. The sanitation workers who clean the road clean it quickly and there will be no thick ice. But on both sides of the road, the sun is not easy to shine on the paths that residents walk but do not sweep. Especially serious.
I went out to buy groceries this morning and walked on thick ice. It was not a long way, but it made me feel scared. In such cold weather, another fall would make things even worse. I thought to myself.
It’s better to have a companion. I looked at the three people walking in front of me, supporting each other. Although they were walking slowly, the safety factor was much higher than that of me walking alone. At least the probability of falling is much lower than mine.
I have always regarded science as a scourge. Probably because the weather is really cold, words like safety factor and probability appeared in my brain.
Fortunately, although I walked slowly along the way, I finally didn’t fall. After returning home, I secretly rejoiced in my heart.
In fact, the road under our feet is just like the road of life. It cannot always be smooth sailing. There will always be a period of time when our hearts are beating fast. We are afraid of falling or being embarrassed, so we just I can only walk slowly and cautiously. There is always a journey where we need to find someone to accompany us to walk with peace of mind.
However, if we really can’t find a companion on the road of life, then a person can only endure loneliness, loneliness, and even severe cold, and walk the road under his feet more carefully than others.
Of course, we should firmly believe that our life path cannot always be so difficult. After this difficult period, we will surely usher in the broad road of life again. As long as we have a brave heart and dare to walk the difficult road alone.
The paths under our feet and the path of life are actually very similar. As long as we stand firm and walk step by step, although we walk slowly, we will always usher in a broad road. A 600-word essay on the road, Part 9
That road is like a river of stars in the bright night sky, so radiant.
That road. It is the fragrance of autumn sweet-scented osmanthus, so refreshing.
It is because of that path of pursuing dreams that I learned to grow. ——Inscription
Ever since I was a child, I have dreamed of being a writer. At that time, I would always lie in bed, imagining what I would do if I became a writer. But there is no use in dreaming. I failed several Chinese language exams, all because of my composition. Whenever I see the huge score of -7 on the essay, I feel very sad and hesitant. I feel that this dream seems to be getting more and more out of reach.
The road to pursuing dreams is not easy. It requires our continuous efforts, persistence, and struggle. In order to continue on this path, I continue to read books and accumulate knowledge. Gradually, the road became smoother, and the bright red -7 points finally turned into -2 points. My composition became excellent from a medium level, and my Chinese scores became better and better.
However, if you want to become a writer, this alone is not enough. I've always been envious of famous writers who can always write such beautiful words. In fact, I prefer to use words to communicate feelings than verbal communication. I like to describe my thoughts on paper through the tip of my pen. I feel that writing is a habitat for the soul and a partner who is willing to talk to you.
When it comes to writing, I owe it to reading first, and when it comes to reading, I owe it to my mother. My mother is a woman who likes reading. Whenever she has free time, she will pick up a book and read it. When I was a child, whenever I was bored, I would read my mother's books. As I read them, I also fell in love with reading. Whenever my mother read, I would also read. Therefore, I embarked on the path of writing. No matter how difficult that road is, I will keep walking with my head held high.
Just because of that road, growth is no longer dark and monotonous.
Just because of that road, the growth becomes more brilliant. A 600-word essay on the road, Part 10
On the road, I overcame thorns and looked into the light of the morning. I tried hard to forget the pain caused by the thorns. On the road, facing hardships and setbacks, I worked hard to overcome obstacles and reach the top of my mountain. When my lips touched the mouth of the flute and my fingertips touched the keys, I knew I knew nothing about music. Soon, I encountered an unexpected setback. That silver-white flute can make a crisp sound like the echo of a creek in the hands of teachers and classmates, but in my hands it is dull and low. Whenever the creek is about to slowly merge into the sea, it will be blocked by rocks and stop. There was a pause.
So, I challenged the first mountain on the road. I started practicing long notes, over and over again, until every note sounded like a ringing bell, loud and far-reaching. Time after time, my hands were so sore that I couldn't lift them up. Time and time again, I thought about giving up. Finally, the mountain peak in front of me made way for me, and the dawn sun actually emerged. But this is just the beginning...
When I confidently played the flute in my hand again, I discovered the clouds and mist behind the sunshine. Every piece of music I played was like a patchwork of musical notes. . It just has a bright and crisp tone, but no tune. I was confused. The stormy waves on the road became more and more turbulent, and finally turned into a water snake and trapped me tightly. I was frustrated and lost, but until I saw the sadness or leisure in the teacher's eyes while playing the flute, I finally woke up from the dream.
Music and emotion are inseparable. The key is to keep my heart close to the author. If the author is happy, I will blow out the heroic sentiments of "If you are proud of life, you must have all the joy, don't make the golden bottle empty to the moon." , if you play leisurely, you can play the leisurely feeling of "the road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes"... Find the true feelings behind the music with your heart.
Like this, I never stop moving forward. I tried hard to overcome the stormy waves and cliffs on the road more than once. One day, the rough waves on the road will turn into harvest, and the ice will turn into sunshine. The goal never left and I never stopped. A 600-word essay on roads, Part 11
As the sun sets, the winding mountain paths are shrouded in soft orange. Far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the world seems to be quiet. Walking alone on the rugged and slippery mountain road, my grandfather's kind and upright figure could not help but appear in my mind. This winding mountain road is like my grandpa's wonderful life, sometimes ups and downs, sometimes soothing; sometimes bumpy and sometimes cheating.
Grandpa’s life is like this mountain road with ups and downs. Before liberation, my grandfather's family was also a famous official and wealthy family, with many talents, including civil examinations, military examinations, and Taoist examinations in the past; Tsinghua University, Peking University, and Huangpu Military Academy in recent times. Unfortunately, my grandfather's luck was a little worse. When he was born, his family was already in decline, so he naturally didn't have time to experience "the spring breeze is so proud that horses are hoofed, and you can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day". Grandpa spent his childhood in fatigue. Fortunately, my grandfather has always been self-improving and optimistic. He has fallen and climbed many times on the road of life, and he has always fought hard in the cruel living environment with a tenacious attitude. Later, my grandpa and grandma met, got to know each other, and stayed together, and my grandpa became a glorious people's teacher. Although his talents were not recognized and he was not as good as he expected, he never complained about life, and he always worked hard to teach and educate people, and was positive. After having my uncle and mother, life became even more difficult, but my open-minded grandpa made the family live happily and happily.
"There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers." In his later years, my grandfather finally enjoyed a happy life. In his spare time, grandpa likes to practice calligraphy, and he is a well-known calligrapher in the small town. However, God seems to be a little jealous of grandpa. When he just obtained the valuable calligrapher certificate, A sudden serious illness took my grandfather's life, and his rough and rugged life came to an end in his sleep.
When I returned to reality again, the setting sun had already set below the horizon, and the afterglow of the setting sun gradually faded away. Wandering and savoring my grandpa's life path, I was filled with emotion about the various flavors of the world. It seemed that I had grown up a lot in an instant. Although my grandpa was far away, when he faced setbacks and difficulties calmly, his spirit of "optimism, kindness, hard work and perseverance" remained. The ultimate secret recipe for walking the road of life.