The crisp bell rang cheerfully, as if it was a call for freedom. The students, like birds out of their cages, walked out of the classroom one after another, carrying colorful schoolbags while talking and laughing, jumping towards home. direction to run.
I also followed the team out of the school gate, and the air outside was slightly damp and hit my face. When we walked to the side of the road, the classmates "divided into three groups" and went home together. I sighed with relief and took my best friend with me to go home. The surrounding grass has just been "baptized" by a sprinkler. It's like wearing a crystal necklace. Dots of small flowers are hidden under the green shade, and only small heads poke out. They are very inconspicuous, but very charming. The pink buildings stand on both sides like patron goddesses, and the small puddles on the cement road are her most exquisite mirrors. The grass on both sides is clustered together to form an emerald green picture, and the willow trees look graceful and charming when blown by the wind. Walking on this road filled with fragrance seems to be a speechless enjoyment. It can't help but make me think about it. On the way home from school, my laughter is still left. The speed of the wind is so even. Fast does not count as fast; slow does not count as slow. It's just a soft, slow feeling, a fragrance with a watery texture, and a wind with inner beauty.
This road has been with me for four spring and autumn years. When I saw it, I only felt warm in my heart. Four years later, it is still gentle and peaceful, like an immortal mother. Maybe it knows that I will grow up. Big. On the way home from school, the chirping of birds kept coming. It might be the hungry cries of the bird children, the mother bird singing, or the birds chatting together. The reveries are rich and colorful, giving my fantasies huge wings.
Walking on the way home from school, I will forget many worries. It is the singing that destroys them and the smile that buries them. Yes, the road home is paved with candy. On the way home from school, I can slowly appreciate it when I get home. Walking to the door of my house means that the journey has come to an end. I don’t know how many things happened and how many memories were left on this way home from school. I still have to experience it with my heart and walk quietly on the way home from school...
On my way home from school I have been walking on the road home for seven or eight years. From kindergarten, elementary school to junior high school, I always carried a heavy schoolbag home. But after entering middle school, I discovered the difference between the way I went to school before and now. I remember when I was in kindergarten, as soon as school was over every day, I would run to the door of the kindergarten, eyes wide open, looking for my grandpa who came to take me home. At that time, whenever my grandpa saw me, he would take out a small box from his pocket like magic. The box contained many delicious things: chocolate, Jiajia toffee, "spicy rice cracker"... after school On the way home, whenever I see a toy I like, I pester my grandpa to buy it. Grandpa can’t resist me, and because he dotes on me, he always pays for it without hesitation. At that time, I regarded the way home from school as the happiest moment of the day. After entering elementary school, as I grew up, I began to go home alone. Although my grandfather's little box is missing, I am surrounded by my "buddies". Everyone talks, laughs, shouts, and sometimes chases and fights, immersed in a relaxed and happy atmosphere. At that time, I felt that the walk after school was the most relaxing moment in my study life. When I entered junior high school, my best friend and I broke up and went to school alone at the No. 2 High School Affiliated to Fudan University, which was far away from home. On the way home from school, I was left alone. At that time, it was getting late, and there were thousands of lights around me. My stomach was empty, and my heart was even more empty, as if I had lost something. Whenever I try my best to squeeze onto the bus and accidentally squeeze or step on others, I will immediately get a burst of abuse, and I have to apologize to others constantly. Whenever I carry a heavy schoolbag alone, I walk silently in the streets and alleys. Walking on the way home, I felt very lonely. The scenes on the way to kindergarten and elementary school kept popping up in my mind, and I fantasized about recreating them. I really missed them!
On the way home from school, a thin figure walked silently on the street. ...
Like a lone goose that has fallen behind, flying in the vast sky...
But I know deeply that the family affection and childlike interest in childhood will grow with my age. The growth has left me
I am slowly growing up to meet new challenges.
I looked at my watch, then looked at my watch... and it would be that exciting moment in one minute. Finally, finally, a crisp bell rang, and the teacher announced in a reluctant tone: "School is over!" Upon hearing the news, the students packed their schoolbags and ran out of the classroom as quickly as possible. At this time, the running speed of the students must be several times faster than the 100-meter hurdle champion Liu Xiang!
On the way home, several friends who live in the same community and I walked to the station arm in arm. When I arrived at the station, I saw, Oh my God! Dozens of students lined up in a "long queue" to rush to the carriage. After standing for half an hour, I finally got on the bus. Even so, I still had to stand when I got to the car, which was so miserable.
The car started moving, and I looked out from the car, and tall buildings came into my sight.
The misty mist reflects the mountain peaks. The mountain peaks are undulating, and the concave part of the mountain peak is like a beautiful cradle, containing the most beautiful creatures in the world!
We have arrived at the station. We still need to pass through a small alley to get to my home. The small aisles of the alley are made of red bricks. On the side of the road, several old ladies were sitting on chairs, picking bright vegetables and chatting about home-cooked things. There are also a few old men who often place chess pieces on the stone table at the entrance of the alley and play chess with cars and guns going back and forth.
Finally back home, I recalled the process of leaving school today.
It suddenly occurred to me that, in fact, we have been rushing and busy since we were born, but in fact we are just rushing to the end of life!