After a week of intense study and life, it is very wise to go out for a walk, which makes me feel completely relaxed and don't think about anything, but the time for walking is like sand. The tighter you hold it, the faster it will flow and soon it will be fleeting. Quiet, quiet, leaving only a trace of sadness in my heart.
I can't help sighing in my heart: how time flies. Now I go out for a walk, but my laughter is mixed with seriousness and sadness.
A serious problem lies ahead, and that is my future. Sad, but just because time flies, parents are getting older.
I can never ride on my father's shoulders again, and I can never go back to that carefree childhood. When I was a child, a happy family of three went out for a walk after dinner. How delightful! Mom and dad each hold my little hand, which makes me happier under the background of street lamps.
Suddenly I met a small fork in the road, a path and a road. I want to take a path through the park. But mom wants to take the main road. She thinks this road is not safe.
After a short thought, the burden of choice fell on my father. Finally chose the path, but said to me, "In order not to let you run around, ride on my shoulder."
Holding my hand, one hand lifted me up and put it on my shoulder. Although my father is not very tall, he is very strong, and his shoulders are no exception. He feels safe riding on it.
I am like a captain, pointing forward with a branch, and my father will follow my direction, which is very imposing. Every step of my father is very careful, as if carrying the whole world.
I grabbed his big ears with both hands and walked with mirth. Slowly, I grew up.
Now, I still keep this habit and walk with them every Friday. Now we come to the fork in the road at that time again.
Father asked, "Take the path?" I saw obedience in his eyes, and I turned to look at my mother. Mom didn't speak, just looked at me.
It's my turn to decide this time. I thought for a while, thought for a while. Pointing at the avenue with your index finger: "Go from here! It is flat here. "
I took their hands and walked away. At this time, I felt that the real feeling in my hand was so strong, and the weight that my father felt in the past was so heavy.
At this moment, it seems that the whole world is in my hands.
2. Imitate the 600 words of "Go" for a long time without a family.
Think about it, we used to walk together! Now that the family is together, it is more serious and strange. This year, I just entered the first grade of junior high school. I thought junior high school life was easy, but what I thought was different from reality. Reality is always cruel. Now I believe this sentence. As long as I don't pay close attention, I don't know the rest.
I remember when I was in primary school, my family got together and chatted happily about what I saw and heard today. Now, I can only review carefully without thinking under the lamp; Before, my mother seldom lost her temper with me.
Now, is it hard to criticize me In the past, my father seldom interfered with me. Now, I can't even breathe; My brother used to listen to me when he was young.
Now, not a day later, this is disturbing ... I feel that time flies, my feet are beginning to lose strength, my vision is beginning to blur, my mind is almost out of control, and I always feel bored ... After dinner, my father took us for a walk. Walking on the road, my parents have been talking about some things at work.
My brother and I are talking about our study. There is no laughter on the road, and I can't help but feel cold.
When people grow up, don't their hearts grow up, and they are no longer full of innocence? I had a brainwave and ran to tell my parents, parents, let's go to the park to play. Mom and dad paused and immediately agreed.
When he arrived at the park, his brother went directly to a dark blue seesaw and asked his parents to play. They refused at first, but they couldn't beat their younger brother anyway.
I agreed. Start grouping. I'm with my mother.
Dad and brother are a group. 1, 2, 3, here we go. My mother and I both tried our best to suck milk, and finally held my father and my brother high.
Dad refused to admit defeat and pushed his leg down hard. Brother is not to be outdone. He followed his father's example and stepped on his foot ... It was dark and our game was over. The whole family is very tired, but we all feel very satisfied and happy ... After going home and taking a shower, we lay in bed and all entered a sweet dream.
3. Imitate the composition of walking about 600 words. My family has the habit of walking and chatting together on Friday nights.
After a week of intense study and life, it is very wise to go out for a walk, which makes me feel completely relaxed and don't think about anything, but the time for walking is like sand. The tighter you hold it, the faster it will flow and soon it will be fleeting. Quiet, quiet, leaving only a trace of sadness in my heart. I can't help sighing in my heart: how time flies.
Now I go out for a walk, but my laughter is mixed with seriousness and sadness. A serious problem lies ahead, and that is my future. Sad, but just because time flies, parents are getting older. I can never ride on my father's shoulders again, and I can never go back to that carefree childhood.
When I was a child, a happy family of three went out for a walk after dinner. How delightful! Mom and dad each hold my little hand, which makes me happier under the background of street lamps. Suddenly I met a small fork in the road, a path and a road. I want to take a path through the park. But mom wants to take the main road. She thinks this road is not safe. After a short thought, the burden of choice fell on my father. Finally chose the path, but said to me, "In order not to let you run around, ride on my shoulder." Holding my hand, one hand lifted me up and put it on my shoulder.
Although my father is not very tall, he is very strong, and his shoulders are no exception. He feels safe riding on it. I am like a captain, pointing forward with a branch, and my father will follow my direction, which is very imposing. Every step of my father is very careful, as if carrying the whole world.
I grabbed his big ears with both hands and walked with mirth. Slowly, I grew up.
Now, I still keep this habit and walk with them every Friday. Now we come to the fork in the road at that time again. Father asked, "Take the path?" I saw obedience in his eyes, and I turned to look at my mother. Mom didn't speak, just looked at me. It's my turn to decide this time. I thought for a while, thought for a while. Pointing at the avenue with your index finger: "Go from here! It is flat here. " I took their hands and walked away.
At this time, I felt that the real feeling in my hand was so strong, and the weight that my father felt in the past was so heavy.
At this moment, it seems that the whole world is in my hands.
4. Imitate walking and write an article. Walking at 600 words means walking slowly. Life is short, time flies. In the short life, why not let your mind have a good memory? In a poetic walk, every beautiful artistic conception you experience will become a beautiful shell on the beach of memory.
Choose a leisurely and poetic path, fly the wings of the soul, savor the beauty of life and enjoy the beauty of life.
"Go to the grassland in spring, enjoy the green lotus pond in summer, have yellow flowers in autumn and sing snow poems in winter." Such a delicate realm, don't you think "poetic rhyme lasts forever"?
Take a walk to "My road twists and turns through a hidden valley", with trees on both sides and birds singing. The crisp birdsong falls into the ear, just like a stone falling into a calm lake, causing ripples. Rich green dyed the wings of songbirds, clean air and mood. The mystery of "the green grass stains the steps in spring, and birds sing happily under the leaves" makes me feel a trace of doubt.
Walking in the spring after the rain, "The Acropolis is drizzling and the dust is clear, and the green willow in the guest house is new in color", watching "The sky is raining and crisp, the grass is close at hand, but there is nothing", bathing in "the bright sun is shining, the spring is bleak, flowers and birds are in full bloom" and watching "the grass is dancing with butterflies, and the flying dragon sends the poet to the owner", don't you think this scene is fascinating?
In the summer when it rains at home in Huangmei season and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond, walking on the lotus leaves is cut into one color, and hibiscus blooms on the lotus ponds on both sides of the face, watching the scene of "the lotus leaves are infinitely bright and the colors of lotus flowers are different", sucking the lotus ponds in the ancient opera house, and the wind is hesitating to brew incense. Will it "get lost" and "go astray"
On the autumn night of "the pine forest is in the moonlight, and the crystal stone is in the stream", walking in the realm of "the courtyard is green, the potted chrysanthemums are still fragrant", "the green hills outside the column are lined with tarts, and the water in front of the building sees the lake", "the thin shadows are shallow, and the fragrance wafts at dusk", coupled with the distant realm of "the laundry girl returns to the bamboo, and the lotus leaf is in front of the fishing boat", will definitely make you relaxed and happy.
Just walking poetically
Walking poetically is a kind of spiritual enjoyment. Looking back at the footprints left by walking, the shallow footprints left a mark on my heart.
Poetic walking makes life more exciting! Slow down your pace! Take more poetic roads and let more beautiful shells stay on the beach of memory.
I haven't gone for a walk with my mother for a long time. I am locked in a room, locked in a cage of knowledge. I just looked out the window. Although it is winter, it is as light and free as spring, so I am determined to go out for a walk, relax, and more importantly, get a warmth ... the sunshine is warm and soft, the sky is blue and pure, and there are countless green leaves. That's the continuation of life, right? The river flows gently and brightly, and the grass on the shore is greener and the flowers are redder, as if rejoicing for the arrival of my mother and me. Facing everything around me, I suddenly feel the meaning of life and appreciate the gift of life. My mother and I walked arm in arm in the field, and I felt this movement was so familiar! This is how my mother helped me when I was young. I can't help feeling a lot. There is one of the most precious things in my heart, and that is maternal love. The moment when my mother wiped my forehead with alcohol cotton when I was sick; My mother repeats monotonous and simple actions when she washes my clothes; When my mother explained English questions to me in detail … how many days and nights, how many minutes Mom has really paid too much for me! I feel a kind of inexplicable sadness in my heart. I saw the fine crow's feet carved on my mother's forehead. I saw the sparse white hair on my mother's head. I took my mother's slightly old hand and thought about how many hairs my mother had turned white for me! There are some wrinkles for me! I hold my mother's warm hand, and my heart is warm. I hope that time will stop at this beautiful moment. But time will pass eventually. My mother and I walked for more than half an hour, and then turned to the path home ... I shouted in confusion, "Don't go, stay a little longer!" " I suddenly looked up. I was still trapped in the ocean of problems ... It was after 5 o'clock in the morning and my mother had got up. I said to my mother, "Let's go for a walk!" "I have opened the inner shackles and walked out the door step by step by holding my mother's hand. Or: I, my father, my mother and my grandmother sit by the TV at night, but we have differences. My father wants to watch the football match, so does my mother.
Me. Grandma.
My father, mother and I fight for TV. I used my quick wits to restore their peace. After that, everyone agreed to let grandma watch her favorite TV. Please expand it.
6. Click on the 600-word walking composition. "
The door rang and dad came back. "Your class teacher said that parents should accompany their children for a walk!" "Oh."
I said coldly, still immersed in complicated mathematics, and my heart was inexplicably sour. Walking, how far away and how luxurious! Dad is very busy and tired at work, I know.
I always thought I was a sensible child. Although I am eager for my father to spend more time with me, my busy father has no time to take care of me. The curtains were rolled up by the wind, and the cold almost hit my whole body.
Memory is like a tide that breaks through the floodgates and keeps pouring into the river of thoughts. In a trance, I remembered the Children's Day Gala. After the meeting, parents have stood at the door waiting for their children.
Dad didn't show up. How many birthdays I remembered in a trance, but I didn't have my father's company ... In a trance, I seemed to see myself in tears again, and gradually I understood one thing-indifference.
After dinner, my father suddenly said to me, "Daughter, let's go for a walk tonight!" " "I am one leng, mechanical nodded. At half past six, leave on time.
The orange light on the roadside is already on, and it is still a little cold at night. The shadows of trees cast a large amount of ink on the road and the lights struggled in the middle. Dad asked me about my study, and I always answered very well.
Dad smiled with satisfaction. In fact, I almost failed physics.
"Report good news but not bad news." I'm used to it for a long time. It seems that lying can be so calm.
The night is thick and diffuse, and the orange light radiates its own light more wantonly. Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of my father's face in this dark night.
Oh, how long has it been since I looked at this face? It has long lost its luster. The wind and frost of life dyed his hair white; The sword of years carved a gully on his face.
The silent wind blows the dead leaves like butterflies on the ground. The leaves are flying and spinning, which also affects my memory.
When I was a child, my father often put me around my neck to watch plays. Also told me many interesting stories; I also bought a beautiful schoolbag, pencil case and pen ... The original innocence and happiness of life are scattered on the beach like pearls. How many times have I remembered that my father brought me textbooks I left at home and umbrellas I left in rainy days ... Every morning, there were hot milk and eggs on the table ... It turned out that my father's love for me was already included in these daily chores.
It's just that I was not careful and never found it. The orange light seems a little lazy and warm in the wind.
The shadow of my father and I was dragged for a long time. The shadows of trees cast a large amount of ink on the road, which was beautiful.
This kind of beauty, if yesterday, I can't see it.
7. rewriting the first language "walking" 23 discussion on walking text 1. Take this family as a whole, three generations, harmonious and beautiful, love each other, what a happy family it is.
The author expressed his ideal of family ethics. The most prominent point is that "I" respect the elderly.
Try to make two hypotheses. The first assumption is, what if you leave your mother at home and take your wife and children for a walk? Many people do this all the time. In their view, they are more comfortable and happier without the drag of the old people. As everyone knows, the old man is so lonely, desolate and chilling at home.
It seems that I have no conscience to condemn my mother for not persuading her to take a walk together. "Mom doesn't want to come out.
She is old and in poor health, and she will feel very tired if she goes any further. "In that case, there seems to be a reason not to say hello.
If we make this assumption, we can feel the filial piety of "I" to my mother. The second hypothesis is that the mother takes the road and the son takes the path. What if I listened to my son? When a son gets his wish, he will naturally be in high spirits, and over time, he will become arrogant.
Mother is old and cultured, so naturally she won't be unhappy, but her heart is always restless. When I am old, I can't speak for myself like a little grandson.
There's a reason to take the path. This road is very interesting. "There are golden cauliflower, two rows of neat mulberry trees and a sparkling fish pond at the end." Walking is to see the scenery, and there is nothing wrong with taking the path. And "I" do what my mother tells me to do. I don't treat my son as a little sun pet, but I can feel my filial piety to my mother.
Filial piety is out of conscience. We can deeply feel the kindness of "I".
This family is so beautiful, and respecting the elderly is the decisive factor. Second, the problem study 1. Why does this essay make a mountain out of a molehill? There are a few big words that are useful.
In a place, the mother has to take the road and the son has to take the path, which is called "disagreement". One place said that in the face of "differences", "I feel a great responsibility."
In one place, I put my words into "decision". One is the ending, "It seems that what I have on my back and what I have on her back add up to the whole world."
Such a big word makes a mountain out of a molehill, revealing that the author's article "Walking" is of great significance. What he wants to say goes beyond the matter itself. He is telling a truth by walking. 2. What does the author mean? To explore this problem, we should learn a way of thinking, that is, from individual to general, from concrete to abstract, from behavior to principle.
"I" is old and young, so we should take care of both. Considering both ends, of course there is no contradiction.
Sometimes, you can't have it both ways, just like taking the road or the path. You can't do both, you can only take care of one end. So which end should you pay attention to? "Deciding to wronged my son" is the end of caring for the elderly. Because I have been with my son for a long time, the implication is that my parents are dying and I want to be filial, and time is rare.
There is a family ethics principle here: there are old people at the top and villains at the bottom. When you can't take care of both ends, you should take care of the old one. If this principle is implemented, the family will be beautiful.
Grandma loves her grandchildren and has always been modest. Even if it is inconvenient to walk, she dotes on her grandchildren. Grandson, look at dad's filial obedience. Look at him, don't cry or make trouble.
How harmonious this family is. When the child grows up and the father is old, he will honor his parents as his father respects his grandmother.
A good family style will be passed down from generation to generation. At a deeper level, try to see human nature clearly. It is natural and easy to love your wife and children, but it is not easy to be filial to the elderly.
There are many unfilial sons in the world, causing many family conflicts. The author feels this and advocates an ethical principle with walking as the theme.
According to this principle, a family is always more harmonious and beautiful. Looking at it from another angle, the wife's virtue is also an important factor. "Outside, she always listens to me." She showed no filial piety to her mother-in-law. When "I decided to wronged my son", my wife didn't refute it at all.
Generally speaking, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is more important There is not much ink in this essay about his wife, but I can vaguely feel the author's meaning. As a daughter-in-law, I should take it for granted.
Why do you describe me as my mother on my back and my wife on my son's back? Literally, this means that they walk carefully and take the path for fear of making mistakes in any step, especially the mother, who can't stand the fall and must be steady. This image is very symbolic. The responsibility of middle age is to support both the older generation and the next generation. A family is like this, so is a nation and a country? The language of this article is very beautiful. How do we learn its language? When learning the language of the text, you can pay special attention to the words.
Exquisite sentences are tried again and again, trying to figure out how the author chooses words and makes sentences, and realizing a little truth, which can be used flexibly in his own composition in the future. There is a sentence in the first paragraph: "Mom doesn't want to come out.
She is old and in poor health, and she will feel very tired if she goes any further. I said, so walk more.
Mother nodded convincingly and went to get her coat. "These words show the modality of mother and son. The mother is old and obedient, and the son is sincere and filial.
The phrase "because of this" reveals the cultural accomplishment of "I". People who lack literacy don't say that.
From this, we can understand what kind of language is needed to express modality. "She listens to me now, just as I listened to her when I was a child."
How wonderful! From the content point of view, there is a circular relationship, which traces the relationship between mother and son back to decades ago, showing the docile character of both mother and son. Where did this wonderful idea come from? That is to say, write a and b at the same time, from a to b, and then from b to a, you can construct such a wonderful sentence.
There are many symmetrical sentences, which is the main part of the exquisite language of this article. For example, some are thick and some are light.
My mother and I are in front, and my wife and son walk behind. Mother and son are in front, and mother and son are behind.
Mother wants to take the main road, and the road is flat; My son wants to take the path, which is very interesting. My mother is old and used to listening to her strong son. My son is still young and is used to listening to his tall father.
I squatted down to carry my mother, and my wife squatted down to carry my son. Although my mother is tall, she is thin and naturally not heavy; Although my son is fat, he is young and naturally light.
Everything is.