There are two roads in the yellow forest, but unfortunately I can't set foot in them at the same time. I stood at that intersection for a long time, watching a road until I disappeared into the depths of the jungle.
But I chose another road, which is lush, quiet, more attractive and more beautiful; Although there are few travelers' footprints on these two paths; Although leaves fell all over the ground that morning, neither road was polluted by footprints. Oh, leave a way and see you another day! But I know it's a long way to go, and I'm afraid I can't go back.
Maybe many years later, somewhere, I will look back with a sigh: there are two roads in a forest, and I chose the less traveled one, which determines my life path.
2. Write a poem about the road
Farewell to the viceroy and go to Shu to take up his post.
Author: Wang Bo
Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place.
If you don't do anything wrong, the child will touch the towel.
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.
Looking at Wan Li Road in the distance, the lucky stars are shining all over the world.
What I reported is that the road is long, and there are amazing sentences in learning poetry.
The four seas churn clouds and waterways, and the five continents shake the wind and thunder.
The moon is leisurely and the night is long and the mountains are numerous.
At present, the frost on Dongmen Road is heavy, and the monthly loss of Hengtang is long.
There is still a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down!
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you!
Read thousands of books and take Wan Li Road.
Liu Yang has long dikes everywhere, and Huaming Road has not been lost.
The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones.
I used to know Shansi Road, but I stayed at home.
Ma Yin really hates knowing the way, and cicadas can still be heard.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
I have been thinking about breaking the world of mortals all my life, and my sword is hidden in Xuan Lu.
Split the road of life and death with both hands and cut off the root of right and wrong with one knife.
3. Articles or ancient poems describing roads
It is still necessary to keep warm. There is Luqi in front of the door. ("Sitting at Night")
Xu Ning said that the old castle peak road was there, and Bai Shou returned to his hometown drunk. ("Don't be white")
Liu Deren said that although my husband is an emperor, he has no relatives on the road. (Reading Record)
Shi Jianwu's way out: the ship is the foot, and the official is the slave. ("To Lord Salt Officer")
There are many roads in Wan Li, and the world is narrow. (See Zhang Wei's "Subject-Object Diagram")
Yan Lu let mules and camels ride on the clouds, while tigers dragged debris in the snow. (Shulu)
Shen Bin's sentence "Nine songs are crowned with intrigue, and there are many disloyalty in the four seas." . (Chronicle)
Yan Zhenqing's seven words, seven words, seven words and two sentences have a long way to go. Cilia of borer mosquitoes in Yan Zhenqing are difficult to detect. Jiao ran
In Ren Jun's dream, the ancient country road is far away and the spring breeze is endless. (Jun)
In Li Ang Palace, spring grass grows on the road and flowers bloom in the forest. What is the limit? No courtiers know.
Shangguan Zhao Rong visited Princess Changning's Liu Beichi. Twenty-five songs are too lazy to walk on the Tiantai road, only climbing the lungs. The moon is full in the secluded rock fairy, and today I am climbing wildly.
Nie's cross talk, Chang 'an Road, there are no horses here, and the wheels are still in the dark. So there is less grass on the roadside than dust on clothes.
If the Han Palace is far and near, the road is in Sasai. If you can't come back to death, who will look south?
Li's three poems and poems of resentment, don't come to the flowers to illuminate the road, don't come to the leaves. Song and dance must be timely, why sit sad concubine.
Zhang Huqin's songs and songs, Zhao Jun's resentment, two poems, Wan Li border town is far away, it is difficult to go to Qian Shan. Look up and see the bright moon, where is Chang' an.
Cui Zaqu wrote lyrics Changle's youth journey left a coral whip, but the white horse was proud. Zhangtai breaks willows, and spring grass is beside the road.
Liu Yuxi's Zaqu "Ge Fengyan in southern Hebei, Cheng Nan in Hebei, Jingmen Road in Dust". Those who hunt animals in cold weather go to Fan Ji's grave.
Cui's miscellaneous songs and words, long and dry songs, were blown into the lake in the dark, but he couldn't find his way. Ling sings nonstop and knows it in this pond.
Five solutions to Yuan Zhen's zaqu: It takes hard work to build a city, and the city is built with thieves. But the road is afraid of thieves, and the city cannot be built.
In the early days of Chen Shu University, the wind and the sky were storms, and ice wells were strictly eliminated. The branch of the cable is not soft, and it will always leak and get tired.
Ji Wang returns to Dongxi Stone Moss at night, which should be practical and easy to climb. Qingxi goes straight to Kaminooji, and returns by moonlight night song.
In Wang Jishan, don't leave stones as the road to the east stream, and people will gradually get credit when they come. Spring wine in the mountains is ripe, so you can't stop at home.
Lu sent his second brother to Kezi Road, Guanshan, Shu and the Imperial City. When we broke up, we silently cared about each other.
Zhang Jiuling replied that Lu Li pine leaves are good wine, and as much as spring comes. Although the mountain road is far away, I will not refuse your kind invitation; Even if the snow is thick, visit the snow. It's spring and the ice has melted.
4. The composition (except poetry) with the topic of "Road" is 800 words.
Deep footprints on the road of life?
Life is long, life is long. Looking back on the road of life, every indelible and profound footprint records your ups and downs, every indelible footprint engraves your deep memory, and every indelible step engraves your feelings ...?
Your happiness and happiness are brisk footprints, and your sadness and pain are messy footprints; Your hatred and indignation are heavy footprints. It is precisely because of such a series of different footprints that your life track is worth remembering with your heart and your life track can be remembered forever. ?
Footprint is a period of history-Genghis Khan conquered Europe and Asia, crossed the hemisphere, and left a "generation of arrogance" footprint; Qin Shihuang left the footprint of "the first king of China" because he unified the Central Plains and connected the Great Wall. The reason why Emperor Taizong left the footprint of "Zhenguan rule" was that he was modest in coachable and diligent in government affairs ...?
Footprints are the truth-Madame Curie left footprints of radium because she devoted herself to science. Newton dared to imagine because of "thinking hard", leaving the footprint of "apple falling to the ground"; Edison left the footprint of "electric light" because he was not afraid of setbacks and failures ...?
Footprints are fragments of true love-Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai left "become a butterfly" footprints for love; Jiao Zhong chatted, and Liu Lanzhi left the footprint of "Peacock flying southeast" for love; Romeo and Juliet left a footprint of double suicide for happiness ...?
Because of the footprint of life, we can realize the greatness of our predecessors and the hardship of today; Because of the footprint of life, we can feel the ups and downs of the past and the joys and sorrows of the present; Because of the footprint of life, we can think of the glorious past and the happy life today. ?
For us, the road to growth is also full of footprints. We don't ask every footprint to write down sweetness and joy, but we ask every footprint to have no regrets; We don't want every footprint to leave happiness and smile, but we hope to be worthy of every footprint; We don't want every footprint to be beautiful and happy, but we don't want every footprint to be regrettable ...?
Friends, take the first step in life, don't let the road of life be full of regrets, guilt and regret; Take every step of life well, and we will be able to open the floodgate of memory in a watery night in the future, savor the footprints of the past, feel the ups and downs of the past, have deep memories of the past and all kinds of emotions, and you will be satisfied!
5. Write a composition on the road
My way
The old crow lingered on the branch and kept sighing. The peasant women sat on the smooth stone beside the clear stream, rolled up their sleeves and washed their clothes with slender hands. The farmers sang the folk songs I wrote and worked hard in the fields. The song was mixed with the sound of hoes falling to the ground, and the heroic feelings filled the whole valley. The sun, like a stumbling drunk, set down from the mountain and dyed half the sky red. I wore a hat, plain clothes and a hoe to enjoy the beautiful rural scenery.
Although I live in the country, my bookishness has not changed. Yesterday, many friends, such as Shui Jing and Yuan Zhi, visited us. They drank, talked about troubled times and discussed ancient and modern times. Although I have a desire to retire to the mountains and forests, I can't drown my ambition to help Ming Jun conquer the world. I put on a cloth and threw myself into Nanyang, risking my life in troubled times. I don't want Wenda to be a vassal, but I want a heroic dream, and I don't want to pay for it. I want the ambition of an Ping Sheng. In troubled times, lamenting that talents are not met, wise men are hard to find. When will my Mr. Right appear?
Sun Bofu sent envoys to invite me to cross the river for business, but I flatly refused. Although he is young and promising, he is not the ideal person in my heart. I have been waiting for a wise gentleman to appear.
Know me like a water mirror. Mr. Shui Jing has an insight into people's hearts and understands friends' hearts better. He recommended me to go to Liu Huangshu in Renshuming. Liu Huangshu-Liu Bei, I've heard a lot about you. Is he the wise gentleman I miss day and night?
When I came back from visiting relatives and friends, I heard from the bookish people that there were three people visiting. They had been waiting at home for a long time, and they left sadly after not coming back. Looking out the window at the goose feather flying snow, I counted it with my fingers, and I already knew it.
After listening to the descriptions of his drought-striken fields, Zhang Yue and third brother, this further confirmed my guess. I decided to meet the famous Liu Huangshu in person tomorrow.
At noon, I closed my eyes on the bamboo mat and waited silently for the arrival of the guests. 50 paces away from the hut, Liu Huangshu and his party got off the horse and walked to the front of the house. Without oppression, an imperceptible smile appeared on my lips. I saw Liu Huangshu imposing, wearing silk brocade, and two generals behind him imposing, so he was a king. Seeing that I was still sleeping, I was about to wake me up, but my uncle politely refused. He waited patiently and respectfully. Seeing him so condescending, Yunshang and Yide were very angry at my rudeness. At this time, my uncle always reminds me to be quiet in a low voice. Those angry people disappeared without a trace under the seemingly gentle and fierce offensive of my uncle.
One hour, two hours, I know it's impolite, but I have ulterior motives. Time is up, I immediately changed my clothes and went out to see my uncle. I sat in a dangerous position, shook my feather fan, boasted, talked about the situation in the Three Kingdoms, and played a lot of jokes on the heroes, both ancient and modern. Uncle was impressed by my talent and invited me out of the mountain with tears in his eyes. Seeing his tears is like seeing the miserable life of hundreds of millions of people, seeing his sincerity and thanking him for his kindness. A scholar dies for a bosom friend, and I will die till I die. I promised and resolutely went out of the mountain. Uncle cried again, but this time, he cried with joy.
I packed my bags and said goodbye to rural life with a little reluctance. Now, I have embarked on a bright road that truly belongs to me from a rugged road full of thorns.
6. Write a short composition by combining your favorite 1 and two classical poems with your real life.
"Don't cry for life" There are new shoes all over the street. How shabby I was, pestering my mother to cry all the way until I suddenly saw a man lose a leg. In life, there are always some people who think they have been cheated by life, and all kinds of misfortunes have befallen them. They always complain that God is unfair to them and often hide in bed and cry. In fact, this is not a way to vent, but a kind of cowardice, afraid to face facts and difficulties. Dare not face the challenge. God is fair. God gave the bear natural claws and strength, gave the eagle wings to fly and gave the fish fins to swim. Although people don't have these, God has given us precious wisdom. How can you say that God is unfair? People will always encounter misfortune and setbacks in their lives. No one is always smooth sailing. We should face everything positively. Compared with people with physical disabilities, we have at least one sound body. Isn't Zhang Haidi a good example? Although she can only sit in a wheelchair in her life, she has not lost her confidence in life and has become a model for a generation by self-study. Friends, don't cry for life. Mencius said that if heaven wants to be the great task of Sri Lankan people, it must first suffer its heart, starve its body and do its thing. Face everything that life gives us calmly and meet the challenges of life bravely. If a person lives to live, what he leaves behind is crying, no, that is even more pitiful crying. One should have self-esteem, learn to respect one's own life, and try to die without any misfortune. Aren't there so many people less fortunate than us in the world? Aren't there people who are more eager for the continuation of life? Compared with them, we are extremely happy. Thanks for life, friends. Remember, don't cry for life, we are not the most unlucky people, and there is a beautiful life waiting for us in the future! Note: Sorry, I didn't use classical poetry. Hope to adopt! O(∩_∩)O Thank you! Questions about Chinese composition can come to me.
7. Write a composition of about 600 words on the topic of "On the Road"
There are many ways to understand, simple literal meaning, you can write about the changes around you, the development of the city and the changes in people's lives.
In order to develop the following ideas. There is another way to understand life on the road. You can write your own way, past, present and future.
I have some wonderful examples for your reference: I have been traveling on my way to school. Shuttle freely between poems and songs; Galloping in addition, subtraction, multiplication and division; Talking about the world in political history.
Learning is happy, and after learning new knowledge, happy satisfaction overflows; Or linger in a wonderful chapter of a strange article; Or rejoice at the opening of a difficult problem; Or you have ambitions for your country. On the way to school, I am a happy acquirer.
I have been traveling on the road of youth. Even if the wind is strong and the waves are strong, I will seize the fate by the throat with the passion of youth; Even if I succeed in creating more obstacles and causing more failures, I will experience failures again and again and climb over obstacles with youthful vitality; Even if I walk out of my youth one day, I will continue to travel with a youthful heart.
On the road of youth, I am a happy young man. I have been traveling on the road of life.
No matter how long this road is, I will go on as always; No matter how bumpy and tortuous this road is, I will leave some time to see the scenery of the journey; No matter how tired this road is, I still keep an optimistic heart. Will not be discouraged by the thorns ahead; Will not be fascinated by roadside fantasies.
On the road of life, I am a strong traveler. I have been on the road, traveling on all kinds of roads.
On the way to school, my backpack is full and fruitful; On the road of youth, I run and jump and go forward bravely; On the road of life, I cut through thorns and strut. A person, with thousands of moods, has traveled thousands of roads.
The scenery on the hurried road has become an eternal memory, only this step has never stopped for anyone. I know. I've been on the road.
-Inscriptions always have a strange dream. In my dream, I have been running, and the road in circles is like a maze. Running is always endless. Round and round, there is no exit, so we can only keep running, always on the path surrounded by blue bricks.
I didn't find myself sweating until I was woken up ... Maybe I was on the road and never stopped running. People who come and go are only in a trance for a moment.
In my hurry, I missed the scenery, that childhood, that smiling face. I heard that childhood is just a stop, and it will always be forgotten in the distance of the road, and it will always be precipitated by years.
However, this joyful little station stopped too short. How can I go back if I miss it once? ! If you regret it more than once, why not stop your persistent steps, even if it's just a glimpse? However, there is no fairy tale in reality, which cruelly melts my dream. That innocence has been added to the "past tense", and the days without troubles have passed. If you want to disperse, you must leave.
The road is extending, and the steps are still going on. I no longer like balloons, I no longer crave candy, and I no longer believe in fairy tales.
Just quietly looking up at the sky, thinking about the future and depicting dreams. I no longer call myself a child, because I can't keep my childhood.
Muttered: "I won't know until I grow up ..." Years blurred the scenery of that season, and everything was settled and sealed in the past. Tears covered my eyes, but I had to try to dry them and move on. Because I have been on the road, because I am strong, so I stubbornly don't look back.
I can't guess how long the unknown road ahead is. I can only use my reason to describe and write bit by bit, and fill its original black and white with color. I don't know how hard it will be, but at least I won't let myself go back to the original point in cowardice.
That passionate youth exudes her unique fragrance. The ups and downs of these fifteen years have sent away some of the past and ushered in hope. Just like that ancient tree, the rings of years express brilliance.
Footprints are deep and shallow, recording bits and pieces. A person's footsteps, a person's walking, winding in the mud, is just a witness, a mark.
A road is only for one person, whether it is the beginning or the end, as long as the heart is on the road, the scenery along the way is only eternal. That dream again. The endless road is constantly extending. I keep running, keep running ... The scenery in front of me on the road is constantly changing, both familiar and unfamiliar.
Only those trees, grass and flowers, no matter where they move, are still so fresh and full of vitality, but those roads, houses and houses have changed, and there is always a strange feeling. The scenery of the road is beautiful, but we still want to stop and have a place of our own. When we are tired, we can have a rest and continue to insist.
When walking on the road, because I have a place I want to go, that place is warm and familiar to me, no matter how cold it is, my heart will warm up. Back home, back to the place where I was a child, I always feel that time seems to be slowing down.
The wind is blowing slowly, sparrows are jumping around in the open space looking for food, and cats and dogs are lazily staying in front of the door. If they pass by, their fur will stand up and make a threatening sound in the room, which is completely different from those pet dogs. That belongs to a real dog. Some teenagers came over and just smiled.
Now when a little older children have grown up. Still dressed in a foreign style, the city is developing rapidly now, and there is no difference between regions and urban and rural areas, but that impetuous feeling still exists.
A rational and profound understanding of life still needs years of polishing. I will always think of you from time to time. You and I have been on the road.
Far and near, virtual and real. When I can't see you, I become rational and indifferent. I look at those young dads who are afraid of treating their children and being contained. As said, the father is sincere to the child, and the child is much less to the father.
I also saw the inconvenience and harm caused by those small and disgusting faces. The road is short, and you will always reach your destination soon, but the feeling on the road is always long.
Everyone's appearance is much more beautiful than before, but also much more indifferent. Everyone's heart is the kind that sweeps the snow in front of the door and ignores his heart.
8. Write a poem about the road.
Unselected road
There are two roads in the yellow forest.
Unfortunately, I can't participate at the same time.
I stood at that intersection for a long time,
I looked at a road that I could see,
Until it disappeared into the jungle.
But I chose another path,
It's lush and lonely,
Appear more attractive and beautiful;
Although on these two paths,
They rarely leave travelers' footprints;
Although the leaves fell to the ground that morning,
Neither road is polluted by footprints.
Oh, leave a way and see you another day!
But I know this road has no end,
I'm afraid I can't go back.
Maybe in a few years, somewhere,
I will sigh softly and look back:
The two roads diverged in the forest,
I chose a lonely one,
This determines my life path.
9. Poems describing roads
There is a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down.
Qu Yuan's Lisao and Li Bai's Sake is Hard to Find. In exchange for a gold cup and 10,000 coppers for a hip flask, the jade plate is worth 10,000 yuan. I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice blocked the ferry; I want to climb the Taihang Mountain, but the sky is covered with snow. I came to fish and sit on the stream, but I suddenly dreamed of driving a boat and sailing towards the sun.
It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, a lot of roads, and today's safety. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
The road of life is so broad, but I have no way out. I have no face to follow those people who have no guts to bet on pears and chestnuts.
I don't mean to grovel in the door of power, as Feng Xuan complained. At that time, people in Huaiyin laughed at the ministers of the Han Dynasty for their cowardice and incompetence, but they were jealous of Jia Yi's Excellence.
Have you seen the former prince of Yan? He respects talents, builds high platforms and provides gold to talented people. Bend down and sweep the floor to welcome them? ? Juxin and Le Yi were grateful for their kindness. They tried their best to serve the monarch with their talents.
The king's bones have been buried. Who will sweep the floor of the golden platform again? . It's hard to go. Come back.