Standing at the crossroads of life, I feel confused inside, and there is a ray of sadness in my mind: where does the road lead? Where does the road on the left lead? Where does the right path point? Where should I go? Where is the hometown of my soul? ..... At this moment, perhaps the best way is to look back and then look back.
Looking back on the road, the footprints left are deep and shallow, and they are deeply and shallowly stepped into a song, a song of struggle; Looking back on the road, the footsteps left behind are high and low, and high and low converge into a song, a beautiful song.
In retrospect, the innocence and carefree in primary school, the innocence and beautiful longing in junior high school, the joy and sadness in senior high school, persistence and confusion have all become a landscape of life. Looking back, the youth in the sports meeting, the sound of books in the Chinese class and the enthusiasm in the speech contest have all solidified into eternal memories of life.
Wind and rain all the way, slope all the way, river all the way, blood and sweat all the way, laughing with Brother Lu all the way. What did I get? It is a happy growth and a regretless youth.
Time is always too short, leaving my attachment and carving your confidence and serenity;
The years are always too long, the marks are across my face, and the rainbow covers your day;
Life always talks about love, and friendship flashes in my sight and your eyes.
Cold spring, a pool of spring water, a full moon, a wish, an expectation.
Life is like this. Looking forward to its leap, it is always slow; When I feel the smell, I want to keep it more.
It passed like water. Slow, fast, sick, slow, sad, happy and bitter. Sorrow and pain
Accompany, be happy and be happy. Gathering and parting are all fate, and clutch is always related to love. Friendship is long, years pass, and I suddenly look back.
But people have gone to the building. I don't know who Jiang Yuezhao is, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water. A cup of turbid wine into sorrow, but turned into countless acacia tears. Several years passed, although the bright moon often turned to him, but never met again. Ann knows that when we get together again, we won't be covered with hair, or we will die. Isn't this "farewell at this time"? Whether you are sad or sad, life will never stop. A thousand words into a blessing: help the sea to hang Yun Fan! Someone once said: If you want to remember something, you must forget it. Isn't it cruel to say that things are different?
I have nothing to say, just study hard or something. Is it too vulgar? You should remember that a good friend will give you sincere wishes. Your smile will bring him or her the best memories. It has been six years, and nothing is more precious than six years of friendship. She is the simplest, most beautiful and most sacred. We were cute when we were young: something happened, and two people got angry and said, "I won't play with you!" " "But the next day, I will hold hands and call each other brothers. Maybe, maybe when you look back on your childhood standing in the wind, you will find many things, many memorable things become vague, but vague and profound. I don't expect you to remember me forever, but you should remember that your childhood was beautiful. ..
2. Who gave an essay entitled "All the way to Brother Lu"? All the way to brother Lu.
If life is a net, then the road is the visible silk in the net, if life is a song, then the road is the track of the song, if life is a star, then the road is the light of the star. From a distance, everything is blooming, and all the way is Lu Ge.
Life is long, and we are always marching on the road under our feet. No matter the wind and rain, no matter the singing, sometimes we will wander at the intersection, sometimes we will stop at the roadside, and sometimes we will even be full of fear. The road of life is always a mystery to ourselves. Maybe you'll only find out if you walk by yourself. Oh, this is my way.
In fact, no matter how difficult our own road is, each of us should walk by ourselves, just like being born. Maybe when you are busy with the road under your feet, you may find that everyone has their own scenery. No matter how urgent, how poetic, whether disaster or miracle, we secular people have to go.
Time will not stop because of your fear, and the long river of history will not stop because of your confusion. The moon is beautiful, and the flowers are beautiful. The wind and rain all the way seem to be hitting my confidence in exploring the road. No one will understand, no one will know where the future road will be, but as long as we remember, the road comes out with our feet, and each of us is taking an extraordinary road. Maybe each of us is on the way to the end, and we have been exploring ourselves. No angel will help you move forward, only ourselves, with our young hearts, with our poetic dreams, with our smallest feet, with our immature hands, singing and singing all the way. The clock turns every second, which means you have gone far. The river of wisdom will carry you, and the ark of effort will accompany you. You just need to remember forever that I will walk better at the next stop.
In the face of all the pale things in the world, time is always so arrogant, stepping on every inch of seemingly similar but not the same road. Do you and I clench our fists? What will we do next? You and I don't have to worry about where our next job will be. You and I don't have to worry, as long as we are always ready to set sail.
All the way through the storm, Lu Ge, secular people may still walk their own ordinary and full of dreams, as long as there is always a belief in their hearts, regardless of where the end point is.
If you don't take the usual road, everyone's road is poetic, and everyone has a lamp that will never go out. The road is different, but the same thing is that each of us has set sail.
3. Seek youth along the way and youth in composition with the theme of Lu Ge.
Youth is the sunshine scenery of life, and it is a hymn sung with enthusiasm and wisdom.
There are many things in the world that can be gained after being lost, but youth belongs to "one-time consumption" for anyone, and it is a consumable consumption. The so-called "life is easy to get old", the so-called "blink of an eye" and the so-called "locked in a mirror on a shelf, although it is dark in the morning, it has snowed at night" are all the same.
Youth is not only an attractive topic, but also a feeling. This kind of feeling is sometimes a taste of an infinitely beautiful life, a warm enjoyment in plain, sometimes a quiet carefree, sometimes a daydream of missing, and sometimes a sweet endless longing. Thus, poetic dreams, naive fantasies and carefree days naturally converge into a brilliant youth season.
Maybe the secular world makes you feel lonely and lonely, and the cycle of life makes you feel bored and bored. But suddenly, you find that everything seems to be transparent in the sky-blue spring, and you feel a kind of transcendental power breeding in your heart; Perhaps you will feel helpless and helpless because of the quiet passage of time, but when you are immersed in the vast sea of books and really spend every minute of your youth, you will feel that the life of youth is quietly prolonged.
Life is easy to get old, time flies, no matter failure or success, it is the trace of youth. We have youth, just like the sunrise rising forever; We have youth, just like a mountain stream flowing without restraint; We have youth, just like a silkworm emerging from its cocoon. ...
If there is youth, there must be beauty in spring, prosperity in summer, romance in autumn and profundity in winter. Young friends, let us hold high the banner of patriotism, inherit the cause initiated by our predecessors, and stride forward on the road of strengthening the country and enriching the people through reform and opening up; Let the fire of our youth shine in the challenge of 2 1 century; Let our patriotism shine in the journey of * * creating the glory of the motherland!
4. "Lu Ge all the way" composition Lu Ge all the way.
Wind and rain are just illusions, and rainbows can only be seen after the wind and rain. -Inscription.
It is the storm before the bright sunshine, the roar before the calm, the darkness, the mountains and the cliffs, which are creepy and frightening. But this is just a threshold, a stumbling block. Let's sing all the way to overcome the wind, frost, rain and snow.
In life, there are more setbacks than successes. Every failure makes me exhausted and dizzy. Every time I struggle for the class's exam ranking and win the praise of my classmates and teachers, the result is always unsatisfactory. I thought about giving up and falling, but the road ahead is still long, and I still need to go on, so I have the courage to believe that the light is ahead.
There is always a step difference between success and failure. What's sandwiched between them is not a boulder with no edge, but a small brick, but you have enlarged it. As long as you cross it, you will feel nothing.
So I feel frustrated and enjoy it. Because of the failure it brought me, I felt the life feelings of "work at sunrise and rest at sunset". The greater the frustration, the more joy there will be after success.
Imagine that if there were no wind and rain, there would be no pressure, and the journey of life might be easier. Over time, life will become cold as ice.
Let's grow up in the storm, we can't give up because of failure, maybe success is ahead. "The road is under your feet and it doesn't stop." Life is only willing to be kind to those who never give up! Let's sing all the way, through thick and thin!
5. "Along the way, brother all the way" composition: brother all the way.
It was a winter night. It was completely dark and the road was horribly quiet. Occasionally, the sad cry of an owl on a branch or the "flapping" of a pigeon's wings will make people feel creepy. At noon, my father and I were angry and didn't eat. His fierce face made me lose interest in this family, so I thought of running away from home and left this boring home angrily. I have no goal in mind where to go.
A beam of light in the distance alerted me, and I remembered the villain robbery in the novel and TV series. After all, I was still a minor girl, so I hid behind a tree on the side of the road and quietly observed it. An old man was dragging a car slowly, and an old woman in front showed him the way with a flashlight. I just walked out safely, but they were stunned. It turned out that they sold baked sweet potatoes in the market town ahead and went home. Seeing that I was alone, the old woman held my hand tightly and asked about the situation, as if I had escaped. I answered her question truthfully. She didn't say much. She took out a hot baked sweet potato from the stove and stuffed it into my hand. I refused, in fact, my stomach growled, but it was just an excuse for having no money in my pocket.
"Little girl, eat, you must be hungry, too. This sweet potato is for you, free! " The old man said gently. "Thank you!" I wolfed down my food before I finished. When they saw me eating "click" and looking greedy, the old couple both laughed. I kept thanking her while licking the mashed potatoes on my fingers. At this time, the old woman said, "You are grateful for eating one of my sweet potatoes. Then your parents raised you for more than ten years. How much food should you eat from them? How can you run away from home for a bad word? Do you think this should be? " I froze, staring blankly at the old woman, chewing this simple and powerful sentence, and my aggrieved heart suddenly became guilty. I was speechless and just bowed my head. This is the last Yu Nu.
"Little girl, go home. Your parents will be worried. Maybe they are looking for you everywhere. " The old man comforted me and said. "Let's walk together for a while, and then we'll give you a ride home." The old lady took my hand and walked back.
As the night was getting deeper, I helped the old man push the car back, and the cold wind blew head-on, which was not so biting. The owl's occasional crow is no longer so sad, and the dove's "flapping edge" seems to be shielding her children from the cold with warm wings. I listened to the sound of the wheels turning, interwoven with the whistle of the north wind, as if playing a March home.
"Xiao Cui! Xiaocui-"(a pseudonym), a familiar cry came from the front, and I knew it was the heartbreaking call of mom and dad. Hot tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't help but respond loudly: "I'm here-"
"I'm here-"my old man and grandmother responded in unison.
Walking on the way home, I seem to have grown a lot at once. This deep path on a winter night left me with beautiful memories and a deep growth footprint!
Full score reason: This is a song about understanding parents and growing up in life. Many of our middle school students don't understand their parents' painstaking education, and it is not uncommon to run away from home. Candidates with their own personal experience, through the "simple and powerful" education of "old woman", she finally woke up and grew up. This article is full of true feelings.
This examination composition was rated as perfect for the following reasons: (1) The writing clue is clear: "Walking on the path away from home-the path of persuasion and awakening-walking on the path home" is obvious to people. (2) There are various ways of expression, especially in description. Language description or profound philosophy, or true feelings; Psychological description is exquisite and vivid; The description of the scenery can appropriately contrast the mood of the characters, and the beginning and end can take care of each other. (3) The ending point, the ending sentence deepens the theme of the article.
6. Growing all the way-Lu Ge wrote 800 words of fallen leaves hovering in the air, composing a grateful movement, which is the gratitude of the tree to the land that nourishes it; There are white clouds floating in the blue sky, drawing pictures of people, which is the gratitude of white clouds to the blue sky that raised them. Because of gratitude, there will be this colorful society, and because of gratitude, there will be sincere friendship. Because of gratitude, we can understand the true meaning of life-from the baby's "wow" falling to the ground to feeding him to grow up, how much effort and sweat parents have spent and how many days and nights have been woven; From primary school to junior high school, and even universities, how many teachers have devoted their efforts to him, silently dedicating light and heat, burning themselves and illuminating others. Gratitude is from the heart. As the saying goes, "a drop of water is rewarded, and a spring is poured backwards." What's more, parents, relatives and friends pay you not only a drop of water, but a piece of Wang Yang sea. Will you give your parents a cup of warm tea after they are tired and give it to them on their birthdays? They often devote their efforts and energy to us, but how can we remember their birthdays and feel their fatigue? Are we aware of the wisps of silver and wrinkles? Gratitude requires you to feel and repay with your heart. Gratitude is respected. As a famous scientist, Madame Curie won the Nobel Prize twice, but she met her primary school teacher at the meeting and thanked her with a bunch of flowers. Great people * * * also express their deep gratitude to their teachers during the festival. Great men since ancient times have a grateful heart. Gratitude doesn't need to be earth-shattering, just a greeting, a phone call and a touch of emotion from you. Gratitude is meaningful. Love makes the world go round. Parents' efforts are far higher than mountains and deeper than the sea. As us, we only know that we can't make ends meet, and clothes come to reach out. But there seems to be something else. Forget what parents did, forget all the happiness, learn to appreciate others, be a conscience and be a filial piety. Only in this way can there be harmony, happiness and mutual respect. With a grateful heart, look at the society, parents, relatives and friends, and you will find how happy you are. Let go of your mind and let the drizzle wash away the pollution in your heart. Learn to be grateful, because it will make the world a better place.
7. Ask for a 600-word composition entitled "You accompany me all the way". I know, I dare not expect too much, because too much means greed, greed means dissatisfaction, dissatisfaction means uncontrollable, and finally my dream will be delayed!
The soft evening breeze is still blowing on this pleasant night. I was told that the literary society had a meeting. I wonder what happened this time. I only know that because of this meeting, I have to give up the opportunity to retake the English exam. Well, I finally understand that you can't have your cake and eat it! Unfortunately, all this was understood too late. . Really, everything is really a necessity! But for my interest in hard work, I still insist!
When I read the words I carefully wrote in the magazine, I felt an indescribable pleasure! But I have given up too much for it. . I dare not look back and count how long it took me to finish it. All I know is that I've been thinking about it in my head.
Do not need gorgeous language decoration, do not need gorgeous lights to shine, word by word, from the deepest heart! That's enough. .
However, in every lonely time, in every boring day, I always love to find something to entrust, eager to keep my mood forever in the days full of purple flowers. . Good taste. . Maybe no one will understand, but that is the memory that really belongs to you!
& ampldqu still smiles &; Rdqu once had a netizen who would always leave these words in my space for a period of time. At first, I couldn't understand why he loves to type these four words every time! Later, I gradually realized that we still have to feel everything with our hearts. In fact, life is like this! Really, thank you very much! All along, my words have your different answers and feelings. Thank you for giving me your truest words and sincere wishes! Along the way, with your support, I believe I will work hard! !
Every time I look forward to it, I expect different people to leave different comments on my writing! However, your comments will become my confidence to continue to get up the courage to write! Wandering again and again, trying again and again, finally found a little comfort in my heart.
Words seem to have magical power, which really allows me to fiddle with my emotions at will. . A few words are enough to make me sigh!
Always love to write your secrets in a diary engraved with memories! Maybe there are too many memories. It's really great to walk all the way! Memory, I can't live without you. .
Now, I always touch my broken heart carefully. For the dream I have been looking for, I must let you go. I know I will still take you on the road in the near future! Words, only you are my real solution!
8. The essay with the theme of "You accompany me all the way" is all the way below. There is a distant and quiet "Gusu Star" around you, the sound of nature and the sound of words. I seemed to open the yellow thread-bound book under the clear oil lamp and came to the south of the valley.
There is a beautiful river continent with soft aquatic plants floating at the bottom. Smelling the evening fragrance that has been distributed for 2,000 years, and savoring the increasingly naive folk customs: "Going back and forth here, the road is blocked and long, going back and forth here, swimming in the middle of the water ..." Playing the flute is like reciting a poem. Every time you gently press the six holes, you will easily shake off fatigue and burnout like a shower that has been bathed for a long time.
Ten years of bamboo flute career, ten years of wandering, how many times I regained my warmth in indifference, just to thank you all the way. I remember being delicate when I was young-comparable to the size of a bamboo flute, intermittent shortness of breath, and fingers too thin to block the flute hole. That's me, but I insisted on choosing the bamboo flute, not for the beauty of the scholar's silk and bamboo, but because I was intoxicated when I leaned against the corner and listened to the teacher playing.
Therefore, on the road of life, I will have you with me. I remember the first time I finished playing the whole song "Dripping Water into a River". I hold you in my hand and put my feelings into you with all my heart and love.
At that time, teachers and classmates applauded me, and I cried with joy. I love my music. In the later days, I took you with me, and you accompanied me, so I came over tacitly and without hesitation.
In your world, I realized the elegance and richness of Maolin bamboo cultivation, and the grandeur of "looking up at the universe and overlooking the prosperity of categories". It was a kind of caring for the world, a kind of naive expectation, a kind of detachment from things, and a kind of ecstasy dancing with music. When I was in the middle school entrance examination, I once snubbed you.
Knowing the result, I am the first to tell you the good news. Only to find that all the ups and downs have long been with you.
With your tolerance, my fingers beat at will, and my feelings are expressed without reservation. I hold you like an old friend who has been away for many years.
The geese pass without trace, and the wind blows invisibly, day after day, year after year. You follow me, taste the glory of spring and the coolness of summer, witness the sadness of autumn and the cold of winter, never tire of listening, share for me, thank you all the way.
Now the college entrance examination, I still refuse to leave you. Often a cup of fragrant tea, a book, and a song "Burying Flowers" is an extremely fulfilling evening self-study.
Every time I play, it seems that before I came to Hua Zhong, I sang with Princess Xiaoxiang, "Flowers bloom and fall all over the sky, and the fragrance dies. Who cares?" ... after releasing my thoughts, I resumed my intense study, as if I were shouldering your infinite hope. When I play with you, I always feel that there is a glory of singing and not singing, which guides me and comforts me.
With you, I am full of strength, and with you, I am indomitable.
9. Begging: Write a 600-word composition with the theme of "You accompany me all the way". "Friends walk together all their lives, and those days are gone forever. It's a deal for life, a glass of wine for life ... "Listening to the familiar music in MP3, I leaned against the windowsill and raised a happy smile at my mouth.
I am a lonely girl, and the song "My Once Friend" sounds so harsh in my ear. Whenever I listen to this song, I always laugh at myself and simply say:
"Where in the world can there be such friendship?" I like the song "Invisible Wings": I am strong every time I wander and feel lonely, and I don't cry every time I get hurt ... "Until one day-
"My name is Ruyi, and I just transferred to (1) class. Please give me more advice. "
On the other side of the platform, a girl is introducing herself. I took a look and didn't care much.
I used to be The monitor on duty, and I want to record my classmates' performance in a notebook and give it to the teacher in the afternoon. Once, after I walked out of the teacher's office, I found someone following me. I stopped, turned around and saw the man. It's her. ..
"What are you following?" I said angrily.
"I ... I ... I want to be good friends with you," she faltered and finally said this sentence.
"I have no friends." Say that finish, I ran. Finally ran to the playground, sneered a few times, and the tears quietly came down. I didn't expect anyone to want to be friends with me. Hum, this is a joke.
The next day, I forgot about it. But on my way home, I met her again
"What the hell do you want?" I flustered and frustratedly say
She looked blankly and smiled sweetly: "Be your friend."
"I said I have no friends! ..... "I was very angry.
"You do, who said you don't do? Mom says everyone has many good friends. " Her stubborn face looked at me and her bright eyes looked straight at me.
I said coldly:
"That's you, not me."
"You and I are the same," she said eagerly.
I don't understand: "How do you know?"
"Because I'm just like you!" She smiles brightly and looks lovely like a doll.
At that moment, I only knew that my heart was warm.
I am a lonely girl, but now, I won't be lonely. I have you-my forever friend.
10. Growing all the way-Lu Ge's composition 800 words growing all the way-Lu Ge.
Past events are like the wind, growth is like wine, and years are like songs. I have tasted the ups and downs, and heard the joys and sorrows.
"Dry land needs spring water, and young seedlings need sunshine ..." This song may represent my mother's heart for me.
When I was a child, I didn't know how to be sensible. I only knew how to eat, drink and be merry, and I didn't let my parents worry about it. Once I climbed a tree to play, my mother saw it and was anxious. She ran to me in three steps and two steps, and quickly persuaded me to come down. But how can I be willing to come down when I am having a good time? So I continued to climb. I saw the branches swaying. At this time, my mother's heart was in her throat. She took off her shoes, rushed up without hesitation, climbed and jumped, and carried me down. But I still can't bear to complain to my mother: Why don't you let me play? Hum, how stingy!
Growing up, I also understand my mother's intentions, and I know that parents should worry less and be measured. One holiday, I made up lessons at Teacher Deng's house, and the time quickly skipped four hours. We all rushed downstairs, expecting my mother to pick me up, but we were disappointed. Seeing my classmates' parents coming one after another, I thought: You haven't come to pick me up after such a long journey. My heart is full of bad tastes. But Da Die came over and shouted, "Hiro, your mother asked me to pick you up!" " When I got home in Da Die's car, the first thing I saw was the information on the table and the delicious food. The news said: "son, mom has gone to infusion, and the food is on the table." Help yourself ... "At this moment, I thought to myself: My mother was sick and wanted to cook for me, and I even blamed her, which made me feel extremely ashamed. After dinner, I washed dishes for the first time. When my mother came back to watch me clean up the food, my eyes suddenly filled with crystal tears. She stroked my head with a gentle hand and said to me, "Son, you have really grown up." I seem to understand my mother's mind. I have always been the little emperor of my family, and I have learned to be considerate of myself. I will be very excited in my heart
"A kind word may be better than a thousand thunders, and a kind greeting may have the power to bring back the dead ..." This song may represent my heart for my mother.
"The road of life is tortuous, and the course of life is long." In this experience, I learned integrity, strength and courage. At the same time, I also got the care of my parents and classmates, which made me more mature.