Walking Excellent Composition 1 Life is not simple, I try to be simple. Take a walk and see the noise of the world.
The ancients walked, without exception, admiring the moon, homesick and lyrical. Most of them are "walking in the atrium" and see a bright place in the sky. "The courtyard is as empty as water." When you touch your sleeves, lean against the railing and raise your eyebrows, you can always see a bright moon through the cracks in the bamboo and cypress. I watched it for a long time, thinking of my own experience, and kept looking back at Qianshan. Without exception, leisure for walking is when you want to sleep after undressing. When I looked up, I saw the breeze blowing willows, the bright moon entering the west window, and my heart could not be as still as water. Walking under the moon is often written into poetry by the ancients, engraved in the heart and reflected in the mind.
Now, that kind of carefree sadness no longer exists, and more is anxiety. Asked in time, I don't know what I'm worried about. The world always has a strange appearance of being preoccupied and rejecting people thousands of miles away. Even walking is as serious as going to a meeting. The world will also look up and see a bright moon. Na Yue is neither bright nor clean. There is no such brightness as "suspected Yao mirror, flying on the top of Qingyun Mountain". The funny thing is that even the moon is sad? If someone is elegant and refined, stop to enjoy the moon, passers-by will see more surprises and curiosity.
How tacky this world is, even a third-rate star with heavy makeup can be called "clothes make the clouds, flowers make the flowers look good", and all those classical beauty charms are gone. Lu Yao said: "People nowadays would rather pay attention to the trivia of a third-rate star than the ups and downs of an ordinary person." Nowadays, even walking is not like a pastime.
People's hearts are far from Wan Li. This simple life has been abruptly changed, and even walking has lost its original meaning.
Life is not simple, try to live with your heart. Life used to be simple, but now it's more difficult. Our hearts are very close. Now we are separated from Wan Li.
It's autumn now. The golden leaves fall from the branches, ending its short life and falling to the ground in a whirl. It's so quiet.
Strolling by the Swan Lake, I recall the colorful scenes of lotus flowers in summer, white and pink, dragonflies landing on the lotus leaves, and ducklings hovering back and forth between the lotus leaves, looming. These beautiful scenery appear in my heart from time to time, and my troubles are blown away.
Walking to the edge of the ancient city wall and looking at the city wall washed away by years, I imagined what happened here at that time, was it a river of blood or smoke? Has this city ever been trapped? I don't know, I can only stare blankly at this ancient city wall and the withered trees on it.
At night, on Swan Lake, the microwave shines, and under the moonlight, it seems that someone is wearing an invisible light belt, which is wonderful! This scene is refreshing. This beautiful scene was photographed by a memory camera and kept in my memory bank. When I am tired, I will think of this beautiful scene, so I won't complain anymore, right?
Stop and watch, savor the beautiful scenery here, and suddenly feel relaxed. The sound of water droplets caught my attention. What happened? Looking for the sound, I came to a "small pool" wrapped in lotus leaves. The waves are still rippling, and then I look at the lotus leaf. A "white jade bead" jumps back and forth on the lotus leaf, and the thoughts in my heart fly farther and farther.
Before I knew it, it was time to go to bed. I left here reluctantly by bike. Although the street is brightly lit, it is far less than Swan Lake in the moonlight in my heart!
During my stay in my hometown, besides playing at home and watching TV, maybe my favorite thing is walking.
Walking is always what we do after supper. Walking can keep fit and kill time, but we all go except rainy days.
The sun was still shining yesterday afternoon, and we had a nice dinner. Just like a full pony should go out for a walk, or it will get fat. Grandma and I took the lead, sat on the bridge and went downstairs. We can see two old people playing Tai Chi leisurely. Sitting on the boardwalk by the river. There is also a feeling of reaching the top. Looking at willows of different shapes, some branches fell to the ground. We have to hide. Next to the story is a long river. The river seems to be in this calm afternoon. It has also calmed down, but the river is covered with green grass, flowers, vegetables and reeds. While fluttering in the wind, it seems that there is endless helplessness.
I looked for it for a long time, because I was very tired after walking so far for the first time, and I also said hello to the people I made along the way. But most of them were brought up by grandma, and I watched from behind. Because I don't know many people, I can only watch them talk and comment on me from time to time. Oh, I nodded vaguely and waited until I finished talking with them before continuing on my way. This has happened many times.
This time we walked over and then moved to the star supermarket to meet them, such as playing Liu Zi. Go to the supermarket according to dolls and other things. And grandma is also dancing square dance in the square next to her. Go your separate ways before going home.
After dinner, my mother took me for a walk. Go east from the back door of the community and come back around, saying it is to lose weight. Walking helps digestion.
This road is gloomy, although there are street lamps, but the light is very weak, some are still flashing, and some are not bright at all. There is a stinking ditch by the roadside, and the garbage inside smells disgusting like stars in the sky.
There are quite a few houses, but few have lights on. Dogs bark from time to time, and suddenly birds fly by. There are few people on the road, and occasionally I can hear a string of footsteps and drift away. ...
Walking, the street lights are gone, and the path is even more horrible. Suddenly, a pair of sparkling emeralds stared at me, and I couldn't help but gasp, but it was just a black cat. I couldn't help hugging my mother's arm and leaning towards her.
"Ah ..." I exclaimed, a house on the side of the road was covered with Parthenocissus tricuspidata, and a wooden door was already broken and swaying in the night wind; On the window of a small room, there are several iron pillars, which are a bit like a prison cell. The whole house seems to be shrouded in darkness, and I seem to see the plot in the cartoon: there are patches of dark clouds floating above the house, where it is raining heavily, lightning and thunder, and the wind is whistling. I dare not look and turn my head to one side.
In the sky, a waning moon weakly sprinkled a bleak Bai Yueguang on the earth. I looked at the field and suddenly remembered one thing: wasn't this a cemetery before? I got a chill and panicked.
Walking, finally came to the road, there are bright street lamps, at least not so scary.
Never come to this place again next time!
I like walking. Walking can not only relax me, but also help me learn many natural words.
Every year on New Year's Day, today is New Year's Day. On Sunday morning, I walked on the path. Although it is Sunday, many people still get up early for a walk.
I walked aimlessly forward, and suddenly I was shocked by what I saw-it was a very flat grass with a ray of golden sunlight shining on it, and the grass was so green that even the idiom dictionary could not find words suitable for it.
I can't stop for this little bit of green, I can only keep going.
But I didn't take a step like a walking corpse-although I was walking, my heart was in that long and narrow green. I shook my head hard and tried to forget this piece of green, but this piece of green still occupied my brain.
I think: I wish I could go to a more beautiful place than that! I started running towards the woods, and was led by the woods. I was fascinated by the Woods again, but as soon as I came out, I thought of the meadow again. I ran to the grass again, grass or grass, sunshine or sunshine. I started walking around the grass.
Suddenly I feel that the grass on the grass is like a child and the sunshine is like a mother. I smiled and continued to walk around the grass.
Round and round, minute after minute. Reluctantly, I came home, opened my composition book, wrote down everything I saw during this walk, and also wrote down this meadow, named it "Walking".
Yes, maternal love is as great as the sun, except that the sun cares about the grass and the mother cares about the children.
I like walking! I like grass! I love my mother more!
Walking excellent composition 6 Walking on the wide road, the breeze blows over your face. Look up at the sky, blue sky and white clouds. The weeping willows on the roadside have sprouted green buds, and the birds are singing heartily. The trees are covered with red flowers and green grass. Looking around, it is a green wheat field. The smell of spring is everywhere. Spring is the season of sowing hope. Spring sows the seeds of hope, and autumn will be fruitful. Life is the same. If there is no hope in the heart, where does success come from?
After passing the traffic lights, people who come and go stop and wait: turn left, turn right or go straight. The numbers on the display screen are jumping happily, as if greeting people kindly. There will be many such crossroads in life, and different people will have different choices. There is no right or wrong, right or wrong. Because none of us are in it. The roadside construction site is a busy scene. A super-large-scale community is being built here, but it was still desolate last year. On the same road, some places have the same scenery, while others are completely different. So is the road of life. Different times, the scenery will be different.
The vegetable market is very lively. Beautiful music seems to help people get rid of work fatigue. There are gentle light music and cheerful Jiangnan customs. All kinds of people are smiling with satisfaction, as if enjoying the prosperity and hope brought by this city. There are all kinds of goods, fruits, vegetables and eggs on the stalls ... these old people who stand stalls come from the surrounding countryside. They are simple, kind and simple. Although every day is hard, I also enjoy it.
In fact, life is so simple, natural and real. I like walking, and I prefer the scenery along the way.
After dinner, a person, feeling very comfortable, had the idea of going for a walk in that path.
Speaking of the path, it's just a stone road with bushes on both sides. A hollow stone gate divides the boundary between primary school and middle school, but I don't know when it was built.
I walked on this road, behind me was the silent night, and the wind rustled the leaves. Alas, I don't know when I planted several osmanthus trees in an orderly way, but unfortunately the osmanthus trees have withered and scattered all over the floor. I stepped on the slate carefully for fear of hurting these yellow petite bodies. Walking on the golden path paved with osmanthus flowers makes the words on the slate under your feet clearer and more vigorous. Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan, Tang Yin. One famous calligrapher after another, the word "Wenhai" has been generously and powerfully interpreted in many versions.
Blink of an eye, after reading all the famous artists, it is also the end of the road. At present, there is a hollow gray stone wall, and then look around, everything is so quiet and so retro. Turn around and walk back, you will appreciate the art of calligraphy again, because of the intoxicating twilight: dark green leaves, brown and black trunks, crimson plastic runway, everything is so comfortable, so refreshing and refreshing, so refreshing!
Outside the column is a public road, which looks so simple under the strong light of street lamps. Occasionally driving a car or passing by a person just keeps my campus quiet! How quiet! Only me and the world, only music belongs to nature, only jewelry belongs to nature, ah-how harmonious! I have to admire the ingenuity of nature, such as osmanthus, green leaves, vines and so on. It is a tacit understanding with modern architecture!
In this way, I was immersed in the dusk of the campus, so I walked back to the classroom from the intoxicating dusk!
8. Early morning on weekends is a good time for young people to sleep in, but I find time to take a walk under the pressure of study.
It was spring and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants. I breathe the air of nature and feel very comfortable.
The "hissing" cold wind flies by my ear from time to time. Although it is spring, the wind is still strong. With the wind blowing, I saw a light umbrella-dandelion in the distance. It swayed in the wind, just flew three meters away and was blown five meters away by the wind, but it was not discouraged. It flies in the same direction. He flies higher and faster. Why are you flying so fast? In such a hurry? So eager? I was lost in thought ... I finally understood that it is so anxious, so anxious and so eager because it has only one thought in mind-I want to fly to my mother's arms, because it has a childlike innocence that never gives up, is not afraid of difficulties, is not afraid of wind obstruction and does not look back!
I was lost in thought again. Dandelion didn't stop to achieve its ultimate goal in order to fulfill its wish, even if it was smashed into pieces. Compared with me, I am ashamed. Often give up because of being teased, insulted, bullied, laughed at and frustrated. I always keep my head down and never resist. Therefore, my classmates always laugh at me. From now on, I will hold my head high, work hard, be tenacious, and strive to pursue my dreams. I can't give up because of others. I can't lose face because I'm not as handsome as others. I want to have my own dream!
This trip, I not only appreciate the infinite scenery, but also know what is the ultimate goal of human life. Thanks for the inspiration from nature, I love nature! I like walking!
Strolling through the excellent composition 9 "Ding Dong" I heard the sound of raindrops dripping outside the window. The rain is particularly clear, like the sound of bees flapping their wings. I closed the window, unlike the storm outside, the room was as warm as crawling in my mother's stomach.
The door opened gradually, and there was a little panic in my heart. It can't be a thief "Hey" scared me. So it's dad. He didn't take an umbrella, and his body became a drowned rat. I quickly took a towel. In case of catching a cold, I took out a quilt and covered him. He said, "We haven't gone out for a walk for a long time. Let's go for a walk. "
We are all fully equipped, just like people who are going to travel. Now let's start exploring the forest.
We walked into the forest, where it was particularly fresh, lush grass and blooming flowers came into view.
Look! It's a monkey. They show their life skills in the trees climbing the jungle. I watched them freely shuttle through the bushes and became fascinated. Suddenly, I was startled and thought it was a tiger. I said, "Are you looking at this monkey?" It turns out that the tiger is my father. I don't think he understands my fun.
We turned to another part of the forest and walked on. We saw several withered trees. I'll take a closer look! That's a chameleon. I was surprised that my father found out, so I caught it easily with my own hands. I found that the chameleon gradually disappeared in my father's hands. It changed color. It's amazing. I quickly want to take a photo with it, as hot as soup just out of the pot. I asked my father to take pictures for me. Eggplant! I put the chameleon on the ground and ran to look at the photos. What? The chameleon is missing?
We continue to explore the colors of the forest. This walk was very pleasant, and it also made me feel the strangeness of animals. I chose a path, they went home happily and the rain stopped.
Take a walk 10 As the saying goes, walk a hundred steps after a meal and live to ninety-nine. After dinner at home, I went for a walk in Honghu Park with my parents and grandparents.
In the evening, the sun sets, facing the afterglow of the setting sun, walking on a clean path with lush trees on both sides, forming two green barriers. The fresh air and cicadas from time to time make people feel fresh and comfortable.
Today's temperature is obviously lower than a few days ago, and people feel much cooler. The cool evening breeze blows on the face, which makes people feel refreshed and extremely comfortable.
On the grass, the grass stretches in a refreshing day and lies lazily, but the flowers still dance freely with the wind; In the slightly dim sky, unknown birds flew in front of me in a hurry, reminding people of the word "tired birds return to their nests"
Step by step, unconsciously, we have walked a long way to the Buji River. Unexpectedly, after years of regulation, the water quality of Buji River has improved, the turbid black river has become crystal clear, and the once turbid river bottom has become a cement canal. There is no rubbish everywhere on the riverbed, and the pungent smell has disappeared. Although it still has a faint taste occasionally, it's no big deal, which makes people very surprised.
After a while, I came to the lake in the park and saw several people fishing around the lake at night. Looking into the fish pond, I saw glowing fish floating on the water. Because of the darkness at night, the fish floats with light, much like the stars falling on the lake. It floats slightly on the water and attracts attention.
Suddenly, the light of a fish float flashed, someone lifted the fishing rod up and slowly pulled it to the edge of the pool, and a fish kept tossing back and forth on the water. I really saw the fish I caught, and I was as happy as the fisherman of that fish.
In this way, while walking and watching, time passed unconsciously. When we got home, we could see from our tired feet that we had walked a long way today.
After dinner today, my mother and I went for a walk outside and suddenly walked into a maple forest, where I saw a lot of scenery. Below, let me share with you!
Walking into Fenglin, as the great poet Li Shangyin said, "to see the sun, for all his glory was buried by the coming night"! There is less and less sunshine in the Woods. I don't know whether the sun has set or the leaves here are too dense.
After a while, a gust of wind blew off some leaves, and the leaves rustled. I thought to myself, "It's obviously spring, why have all the leaves fallen here?" It's obviously spring! My mother seemed to read my mind and said to me, "Don't mind so much business, let's play together!" "After a while, I picked up a piece of advertising paper and quickly folded a plane, and the plane flew out. When I went to pick up the plane, I suddenly saw a man skipping rope, which rustled the leaves on the grass. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew the leaves everywhere.
A little further, I see a wide lawn. The grass on the lawn is green, as if it were painted with green crayons. This is really a beautiful oil painting! After a while, I smelled a smell, which was the smell of grass.
Further on, I looked more and more carefully. I found a few drops of dew on the grass. I also saw a little bee on a flower. It is buzzing and busy collecting nectar. After a while, I found that the dew on the leaves was gone, and I wondered, did the bees drink the dew? This must be a very sweet wine.
It's getting dark. I should go home. I looked back at the ray of light on the horizon and went home reluctantly.
Excellent composition for a walk 12 The sun is hiding in the mountains, and it's getting dark. My parents and I are walking on the path.
Dad had already driven out, but at the suggestion of mom, the car stopped in the park.
This road is very narrow. There are only tall trees and lush bushes on both sides. There are no traffic lights, no cars, no cool air and no rain. It seems that we will continue to walk on this short and endless road.
Dad walked very fast and rushed ahead alone. Leave us mother and daughter to walk slowly. "Who is chasing you?" My mother suddenly said something that woke me up. I looked intently and saw that my father was really making an "escape" gesture.
It's getting darker and darker, just like coal for barbecue. There are not many pedestrians on the road, and now there are even fewer. Late at night, there is less noise and it becomes quiet.
Suddenly, a drop of water appeared on the back of my hand, then two drops and three drops. Dad ran back to drive.
My mother covered my head with her hand and hid under a big tree with lush leaves.
I looked up and looked at the strong tree and anxious mother with immature eyes. It's raining harder and harder, and water drops fall, but dad hasn't come home yet. The weather has changed. I looked at my mother for a long time, and suddenly I felt that I was everything to my mother now.
Soon, my father's car turned from the intersection, and my mother picked me up and ran into the car, so fast.
Looking out the window, a drop of rain, and then look at the sweat on mom and dad, I was speechless and my head was blank.
The rain, gradually stopped. On the leaves, the last drop of rain is still thinking about whether to go home. I know I have gone home, a home made up of my parents' strong bodies.
Excellent composition for a walk 13 "Let's go for a walk." Mom put down her work and looked at me expectantly. She often asks me to go for a walk with her, and I always give it up simply because I have too much homework. Today is the weekend, suddenly I feel that there is nothing wrong with it, and I am idle, so I promised her. She was a little surprised and smiled happily.
Bright lights and busy streets. The wind is blowing silently, and my mother walks slowly while talking to her friends, but holds my hand tightly.
Not far ahead, a dozen grandmothers are dancing square dance with dynamic music. I tried to stop, but my mother kept pulling me forward. I looked at my mother curiously.
Oh, I haven't seen this face for a long time, and the wrinkles are obviously much more. Mother is no longer the beautiful young mother who used to be full of youthful vitality. Time has carved many marks on her face, revealing the vicissitudes and ruthlessness of the years. For many years, she raised my brother and me alone. At this time, although there are few wrinkles in front of my mother, they are all engraved into my heart like knives, which hurts.
Suddenly, a fallen leaf fluttered in the wind, spinning and falling slowly, bringing me back to the depths of my memory. When I was very young, my mother always liked to run around behind my back, singing nice songs to me, telling interesting stories to accompany me to sleep at night, tying various pigtails for me, and waiting for me quietly at the school gate after school. When I get home, I have delicious food and fresh fruit. Because I am ill, my mother is worried and busy. I still remember how many times she snuggled up to me and how many times she made infusion bottles. Time flies, the initial happiness in this life is like fine sand flowing through your fingers. Now my mother can't carry me. I'm getting taller and heavier. Thought of here, my nose is sour and my eyes are a little moist. I turned my head and gently wiped it off, holding my mother's hand tighter. My mother noticed my change and smiled at me. ...
The street lamp is dim, under the light, my mother and I often have long and short shadows overlapping, and the shadow of the tree draws pieces of ink on the road. This is beautiful, but if it was before, I would never feel beautiful.
When the first touch of fish-belly white appeared in the east, I woke up with the crow of the rooster. Take the upper terrace and bring fresh air. Looking at it, it was all green, and overnight, green shoots appeared on the branches.
With my parents coming to the mountains. Everything is quiet, and people can't help but lighten their pace. Smoke fills the air, as if a faint veil hung over the Woods. As in fairyland, people are floating. I dare not wave, for fear that all this is an illusion.
Through this forest, you enter a lawn. Walking on tiptoe in this dense grass, you can see every meadow clearly with your head down. At this time, the fog has dispersed, and I suddenly found that the crystal dew is rolling at the tip of every grass, shining strangely like an oriental gem. They are trembling and swaying, which makes people feel pity.
Carefully bypass the lawn, climb the steps, quickly walk down the hill, look up at the sky, and there is a dense foliage overhead. The sun is shining brightly, floating on the leaves, coating them with a golden light. Fall on the bird's head and put a halo on the bird. Twittering birds, their crisp songs add infinite vitality to the morning.
Koizumi tinkled in the distance and followed the sound carefully. Unexpectedly, I found it hidden among rocks. I took a cold cup of "first water in the morning" in my hand and wiped it on my face. How cool.
At last, it was completely bright, sitting on the stone bench by the roadside, looking at the towering mountains, listening to the tinkling of cold springs and smelling the fragrance of the Woods. How beautiful the morning is.
I like the morning, its beauty, its tranquility and its unique environment.
Excellent composition for walking 15 I don't know when I fell in love with walking. That kind of walking with family and friends on the streets of a noisy city makes my heart quiet and serene. I later found that walking alone on the mountain road and listening to the sounds of nature was the most attractive thing for me!
This year's Spring Festival is not as lively as in previous years. Many people have their own homes in the city. The mountain village, which used to laugh and laugh as soon as the Spring Festival came, became quiet! I was free that day. I looked out of the window. I was attracted by the golden rape blossoms and the ferocious mountains. Walking from this side of the bridge, I heard the murmur of water under the bridge. Sleeping fish jump out of the water from time to time under the sunshine, and birds are noisy as always.
Unconsciously, I came to a path. This road is so familiar and strange. It's always there, but I've never set foot on it! I can't wait to continue. Rape flowers pass through my fingertips, and the green leaves on the tree touch my face. The trees here are hanging too low, like a dying old man. I feel ashamed to see bees working hard in the flowers! A mountain suddenly stood in front of me, and climbing it was my childhood dream. Now that I'm grown up, I'm not in that mood!
I walked on, and it was still the gurgling sound of running water and the rape blossoms all over the mountain. Really not fresh. I suddenly feel relaxed, in the embrace of nature, and my pressure disappears. I continue to speed up my pace and enjoy this happiness.
At the end of that road, I knew I should go back, and I waved goodbye to it. Run back in a hurry.
I used to come to these places to play and fight with my friends. But I missed too much. That day, I met again. Although we have met before, we don't know each other. Now I really feel its charm, and it represents the beauty of nature!
Walking in the mountains, walking in the noisy city. Calm as water, carefree!