From our small campus to the distant mountains and grasslands,
Reach out to the blue coast of our dreams.
Hope and friendship stand at every crossroads,
Waiting to hold our hands and walk together.
Yuan Ye in spring, thunderstorm in summer,
go there
The scenery of life.
exist
When it rises,
Boldly cross the threshold of childhood,
Set foot on your own path,
Fly far away,
With countless desires and dreams
Quietly pursue the warmth of the years.
I believe that soon, the light of this soul,
Will turn into gorgeous pieces
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Become a poem of the future!
2. A composition is about a forest road, listening to the rustling wind, like a beautiful song. I was intoxicated by it, as if I were walking in a paradise, feeling very comfortable and writing a forest path.
Look, the bird is tired. Standing on the branch, the lark sang first, and all the other birds accompanied me. I walked softly on the path for fear of disturbing the band. The cricket heard the wonderful song and joined the band. The wind blows gently, the willow branches sway gently, and the drizzle-like wind makes the music beautiful.
I walked alone on the forest path, listening to the beautiful songs of birds, smelling the fragrance of the earth and feeling the wonder of nature.
In the sky, there is a residual sunset glow, look! Some of these clouds are like lions hiding in the forest, some are like dragons rolling in the sea, and some are like meek white rabbits hiding in the bushes ... In short, the shapes of clouds are various. I couldn't take my eyes off the clouds. Suddenly, the clouds are slowly dissipating, vaguely. I just found out that the sky turned into a shy little girl, and the clouds turned into the blush of the little girl in the sky, which was beautiful.
As I walked, I saw a stone bench in front of me and thought, Sit on it and have a rest. I sat on it and closed my eyes. I really want to feel it. I saw it: birds filled me with dew to relieve my thirst; The wind blows, bringing me cool. ...
I keep moving forward and continue to feel nature with my heart. Just then, it began to rain in Mao Mao. Ah, the scene before us is more vivid. The soil on the roadside is pitted and full of rain. The wind has stopped and the rain is still floating. Peach blossom is still smiling, and that smile is so sweet that people will never forget it.
I stood in the rain and brushed my hair wet by the spring rain. I looked up and opened my mouth, and some heavy rain got into my mouth. Ah! Rain is so sweet! I am bathed in the spring rain, enjoying the nourishment of the spring rain, which is pleasant.
The rain stopped, the smell of the earth became heavier, the birds continued to play, and their voices became clearer. I waved goodbye to birds, willows, wind and stone chairs!
3. Beautiful path composition I always pass a path when I go to school. This path is very beautiful. In spring, the orange trees on both sides of the path have just sprouted tender leaves. These leaves are light green, and their shapes are curved.
There is a lot of grass under the orange tree. There are some wild flowers in the grass, including red, yellow, purple, flowered and white.
How colorful it is! In summer, orange trees grow luxuriantly, and now some oranges have grown, and the grass on both sides of the path also grows luxuriantly. In autumn, oranges on the orange tree look like red lanterns from a distance.
The grass turns yellow, the path is covered with golden leaves, and the path is covered with mountains of leaves, just like laying a golden carpet on the path Ah! Beautiful path, I will always protect you and remember you.
4. The road of primary school students' composition or something, the road of hometown
The blue sky, colorful plants and fresh air in my hometown are unforgettable. I think the most unforgettable thing is the narrow path in front of my house.
As long as I can remember, grandpa often took me out shopping. Once, I was walking halfway when it suddenly began to rain. When it rains, this difficult path is very muddy. Grandpa rolled up his trouser legs and pulled me forward step by step. Every step, my little feet are hard to pull out of the mud. When I got home, I was so tired that my grandmother held me in her arms and took off my shoes covered with thick mud, complaining that my grandfather should not.
When I was five years old, I went to kindergarten in other places. Once I went home with my mother and found that the muddy path had become a gravel road. Although it is bumpy, I can walk in rainy days, and no more mud will run into my shoes. I feel very good.
Last summer vacation, I went home by my father's motorcycle and sat in the car. I didn't feel a lump, but it felt strange. Looking down, ah, the gravel road has become a wide and flat cement road!
5. How to write a story about a path in the third grade composition of primary school? A path.
I am a path, lying on this endless hill for a long time. ...
Spring has come, the snow has melted, spring blossoms, everything wakes up, and green grass quietly drills out of the ground. Early spring is a light-footed painter. When you notice its arrival, every corner of it is printed with colors-pink, delicate yellow, snow white and, of course, lighter green.
When the hot summer comes, the sun is always scorching the earth, and cicadas are singing desperately in the trees. In hot summer, the sun hangs high in the sky, burning like a big fireball, dazzling. The earth seems to be scorched, and all the creatures seem to be in a steamer, which is sultry and unbearable. Wherever the sun shines, it is hot and sunny.
In autumn and October, the sparse leaves on the trees are as dry as dead leaves. The autumn wind jumped over the field, and the field immediately turned into a golden ocean. The clear sky is as blue as the sea, and white clouds float slowly like canoes.
Winter snow covers the earth, everything is covered with silver fashion, and the long and lonely winter day comes early. It's early winter, and a thin layer of snow is like a huge soft wool blanket. Covered with hills and shining with silver.
Please write a short essay on a country road. My father knocked on the bathtub in the bathroom last week and planned to install a shower room. So the house was "ashamed". I can't take a bath this week.
My mother asked me to go to grandma's house to wash it. I think it's not far from her house, and it's only five minutes' walk, so I agreed to come down. Composition Network home.sanwen8.cn
After dinner, it was still dark, and my mother came to my grandmother's house. Grandpa is drinking tea on the balcony alone. His old man plays mahjong for recreation on weekdays, drinks tea and watches TV at night, and occasionally goes out for a walk. Grandma is very busy! She brought me a heater, turned on the water heater, adjusted the water temperature, told me to slide carefully, and told me which side to add cold water and which side to boil water ... as if I hadn't grown up, I was still a child.
I went into the bathroom, which was already very warm. But because of family habits, everything is not easy. It suddenly occurred to me that this is the first time to take a bath at my grandmother's house in six years since I moved! composition
When I was a child, I lived in my grandmother's house during the summer vacation and winter vacation. They still lived in the country at that time. I am very unhappy, because the old house is only over 50 square meters, and I always clamor for my uncle to pick me up there.
I especially like summer in the country. composition
In the morning, the water in the air has not been exhausted. Pick a long dog tail grass by the roadside and take grandma's hand to graze sheep in the field. Along the country road, in the fields on both sides, green seedlings are covered with crystal dew, and it seems that tadpoles can be seen swimming in the water in the fields. After I came back, I followed my grandmother to pick the corn she planted. This is my favorite. My grandmother planted it specially for me. At that time, it seemed to me that there was always endless corn!
In the evening, grandma helped me take a bath first, and then gave my brother a bath. This is the capital I showed off to him at that time! There is only regular hot water supply in the countryside, and grandma can only wash me with warm water cooked on the stove. She wiped my back with a towel and put soap on it. Those rough hands make me feel very gentle and comfortable. Always said in the basin that I sweated a lot today so that I could enjoy it for a while; But she always said that the water in the basin was cold, so I couldn't talk any more. So she poured the water out in a downpour, and with the refreshing smell of soap, my mother-in-law washed away the dust for me all day. ...
It is the most pleasant night in summer to go to the washboard to enjoy the cool after taking a shower! The cold washboard is small enough for me to lie on. A cool breeze blows gently, mixed with a touch of cordate telosma, but grandma doesn't know who planted these four cordate telosma in the field. I looked up and began to count the stars and look at the moon. The only regret is that my grandmother can't tell stories, but just shakes the cattail leaf fan for me, and she soon becomes very sleepy. ...
Quiet night. I only heard the insects in the field, the noise of the train in the distance and grandma's gentle snoring; Accompanied by the bright moonlight, I also saw those interlaced country roads in the distance, thinking that when I am herding sheep tomorrow, I must pick more dog tail grass; In a trance, I saw smoke billowing from the chimney next door. It's getting late. Did my family go out on a long trip and just got home on a country road?
..... Mother hurried out.
After I came out, my grandmother brought a hair dryer and asked my mother to blow my hair, saying that I would catch cold.
After drying our hair, we went home!
The road is cold and windy, with the smell of soap, but without the familiar smell of cordate telosma. ...
Cordate telosma seems to be a long dream. With the growth of age, the busyness of study and life, the fragrance gradually fades and disappears.
Familiar country road, grandma has moved here for seven or eight years! And my grandmother's new home. I don't go there as often as I did when I was a child.
I don't know who said last year that a factory would be built in that place, but it hasn't started yet. I must have a rest and go again!
I want to walk through the country road that has been separated for many years again; I want to see what my grandmother used to grow in that cornfield now; Most importantly, I also want to smell the fragrance of four cordate telosma in the field!
While the beautiful land has not been leveled by the rumbling machine, I decided to go there next weekend!
Country road, take me home.
7. How to write a composition on a small road in my hometown? If I hadn't left home to study, I wouldn't have traveled to many places and enjoyed few scenery, just a frog in the well. Although I have been to big cities, seen big cities and walked through big cities, it is the path in my hometown that left the deepest impression in my mind. The path in my hometown is not like the erosion of Qingshi Gu Xiang over the years, nor like the winding and rugged mountain road; The path in my hometown is not as noisy as the city, nor as quiet as the mountain road. But he also has his own unique place: although it is a narrow path that runs through the village, it has been trampled for a long time, flat and hard, shining with silver light, and the sunshine has turned into a silver "avenue". There are lush trees on both sides of the road. In a certain season, Sophora japonica blooms, making the whole village fragrant and intoxicating. This path is full of deep affection: grandparents who are nearly eighty years old, kind and amiable parents, friends who have lived with them day and night for many years, and neighbors who used to live in harmony with their relatives ... How many times, they walked along this path with their friends and carried their schoolbags to school; How many times have my friends and I played on this road? How many times did my family and I walk along this path after dinner? How many times, my relatives watched me stay away from my hometown on this small road for a long time ... This road recorded my childhood (which no longer exists). Now every time I think of this hometown road, I will feel a warm and happy feeling in my heart. I miss playing on that path when I was a child, but I can't go back, but this hometown path has been deeply imprinted in my mind.
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I was born in a basin, so whenever I introduce myself to others, the first thing I say is that I am a child in the mountains. In my hometown, you can often see rolling mountains standing high there, as if every giant is showing his tall body. It is because of these mountains that many winding paths have been bred.
The winding path swims among the mountains like a snake, which seems to occupy the gap between the mountains. What I miss most is the path closest to home, between two mountains. It is the most rugged one among many paths around, but it is the most tangible one, and the whole path is U-shaped. At the other end of the path stands a yellow fruit tree, and at the other end of the path lies a big stone. It is said that both sides are for people to rest. There is also a beautiful legend about it.
Legend has it that in ancient times, people lived in war every day. There was a newly married couple, who had just been married for a few days, but received an order from the leader: all the men in the village must go to war in the distance at once, for three years. I have no choice but to break up first. On the day of seeing her husband off, they hugged each other for a long time and didn't want to be apart. When all the other men left, the newly-married woman said to her husband with tears in her eyes, "I will definitely wait for you!" " "The husband nodded, let go of her hand and set foot on the road of fighting. The woman watched her husband slowly walk down the path until his back disappeared into the jungle and deep mountains, and she stood still and watched him go away. . Three years later, all the women in the village ran to the roadside to pick up their husbands. But this is the first one to be eliminated. When she watched the women and their husbands go home, she was very anxious and kept her eyes on the other side of the road. When she was alone, she didn't see her husband. Suddenly a sense of loss welled up in my heart, and tears flowed freely. But she didn't lose heart and made a decision secretly. Anyway, she must wait for her husband and firmly believe that he will come back. So every morning, she finished washing early and ran to the intersection to wait. On the fifteenth day, she kept staring at the end of the path, but there was no sign of her husband. When she was ready to turn back, a familiar voice sounded in her ear, calling her name. She looked intently and saw a vague figure in the distance. She stepped closer for a moment and looked her husband straight in the eye. She ran with a smile and tears in her eyes, and ran to her husband's arms. Later, the two of them named this road for their children, and later generations also named this road Wang Jun Road.
When I think of that road, I also think of many things when I was a child.
When I was a child, my mother would buy us candy every time she went to the market and told us to wait at home. At first, we would wait at home, but after a while, we would become more and more flustered, so my brother and I ran to the intersection to see if my mother had come back. Every time a figure appears on the other side of the intersection, we will both be happy for a while and think it is mom. When we get close, we find that it is not, so we will continue to wait until the familiar figure appears.
A little older, I will go home with several peers in the village every day. Every time I come to this road, we will compete. Whoever runs to this end of the road first is called the king, and we are willing to listen to him. The slowest runner is the so-called king backpack. And I've been sick since I was a child, so I've been carrying my schoolbag. Even so, I still feel the happiest at that time.
There is also a local custom that whenever a couple get married, when the man goes to the woman's house to pick up the bride, the groom must carry the bride through the path, which indicates that no matter how many difficulties he experiences in the future, he can't abandon either side and face it together. Whenever the groom carries the bride on his back step by step, onlookers will hiss and make them more embarrassed until the couple cross the path. Everyone clapped and cheered at once.
Many wonderful things happened on this road, which witnessed my childhood and accompanied me to grow up together. Now that the highway has been repaired, it seems that people no longer like to go that way. It seems to be forgotten, but I won't forget it. I haven't been home for more than a year now. I haven't walked that road for a long time, and I miss it even more. I think the first thing to do when I go back is to set foot on that road again!
9. Memorized Path Composition 500 words This is not the path I walk every day, but the path I have always wanted to walk in my dream. The roadside has never had the fragrance of wild flowers, but it always smells fresh and plain.
Especially in the morning, when the sun is not completely covered, the faint bitterness permeates the gentle air and can be smelled far away.
Even if you go out, you will still feel the fragrance shuttle between your hair and eyebrows. I really got what I wanted this time, although I came back late.
But it's still far away. The breeze sends back the familiar smell to me, smelling the astringent fragrance of the soil, and I can't help but think of the tears of young people at that time, like spring rain, dripping into the soil, accompanied by the crisp sound, so innocence slowly blooms here. The soil in early spring is no longer as indestructible as in winter. Snow melts, permeates the soil layer by layer, soft and wet, touching our skin, and with the nerve reaching our hearts, time seems to flow backwards in an instant.
I don't know if I have an appointment with the other party. Little rebellious Meng scratched the position of being beaten from time to time.
No one will let parents know what they are doing with a baby, a small piece of cloth and a small box of toothpicks. Sometimes, they even sneak into the kitchen to grab a handful of sesame seeds and put them in their wallets, then pretend to steal some sugar cubes and walk out gracefully. Maybe then I will understand why everyone loved playing with mud so much when they were young.
Mud is soft and tough, and you can squeeze out what you like at will. Sometimes, nearby weeds and small stones will also become supporting roles in our works of art.
So, what is sesame? Do you want to eat a few bites when you are hungry? Although sesame is good, don't be greedy. Grab a handful of mud, knead it into a ball and roll it around in sesame seeds. Isn't this the favorite joy tuo? Or just wrap mud, rain and sesame seeds together, squeeze them a few times, and then put them in front of your nose, and you may even smell the bitter taste of light coffee.
Of course, I didn't know what coffee was at that time, but I thought it was a strange smell. It is conceivable that this experiment must have been abandoned. In short, sesame is still a good partner of soil in our eyes.
Before you know it, it's time for dinner, and my parents will come to us one by one as if they had discussed it. It is conceivable that in the face of us covered in mud stains, sesame seeds are everywhere, and they probably know it clearly. Holding our collars, empty hands will clap at our * * *, what's in your mouth? We are too scared to hear clearly.
They were carried away one by one, leaving only a mess of mud and the aroma echoing in the air.
However, the next morning, I will still see those bohemian figures
Whether it's a house or a car, we still can't let it go. Because that is the initial outline of our dream, clean and free from distractions.
In this way, day after day, until the land, away from my favorite fragrance.
Maybe I have a longer-term dream and a grander ideal now, but I hope I can still have my original persistence and be so stubborn. Just like the road I walked again, it still smells as good as before.
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10. In the first grade, I wrote a hymn for the winter path, which was my snowman's head and chest; The path in spring is when I smell the flowers; The path in summer is the sweetness of the watermelon I eat; Autumn trail is my pleasure in picking fruits; Path, path, like a ribbon tied to a cradle, shook my happy childhood. Teacher's comment: the idea of this article by the little author is relatively novel and the theme is very clear. The little author describes the path from the perspective of the four seasons, showing the happiness it brings to him, thus praising the path. In addition, the clear rhythm, neat format and concise language are also the advantages of this poem. However, some sentences in the poem are not easy to read, such as ". "I smell the flowers" and "Chundao" are nouns, but "I smell the flowers" is an action and cannot be equated. It is suggested that this sentence be changed to "Spring Road is the fragrance of flowers".