"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 suspicious.
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.-poetic.
Walking is actually a kind of spiritual enjoyment. Looking back at the footprints left by walking, the shallow footprints left a mark on my heart.
2. Imitate the writing of walking. I haven't had a family walk more than 500 words together.
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, less than a day later, it began to make trouble. ...
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, dad 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, go"
My mother and I tried our best to suck milk, and finally held my father and brother high. Dad refused to admit defeat and pushed his leg down hard, and his brother was not to be outdone. He followed his father's example and stepped on his own feet. ...
It was getting dark, which ended our game. The whole family is very tired, but we all feel very satisfied and happy. ...
After returning home, we took a bath and lay in bed, all of which entered a sweet dream.
3. Imitate "Walking" written by Mo Huaiqi, about 500 words. My family has a habit of going for a walk and talking on Friday night.
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. The composition of Walking imitates a 500-word walking "click"
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. Shadows cast large areas on the road, and 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. Trees cast large tracts on the road, which is beautiful.
This kind of beauty, if yesterday, I can't see it.
5. Imitate "Walking" written by Mo Huaiqi, about 500 words. My family has a habit of going for a walk and talking on Friday night.
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.
6. Write a composition imitating "walking", more than 400 new homes.
Finally moved home. I want to go out for a walk with curiosity when my family is resting. So he went downstairs and left the community.
The street is strange, and the trees seem to have just been planted. Flourishing and flourishing. The roots are also stained with soil with a very different color from the ground. This reinforced my guess.
Passers-by are strangers, not strangers in the ordinary sense, but strangers with different clothes, different textures and even different temperaments and expressions. I finally understand that the city is developing rapidly and rural people are pouring into the city. I entered a residential area where urban people and rural people mingled. I have entered a new era, and the old era meets the new era. This is a new era. The era of great integration between man and class. A familiar and unfamiliar era.
The long-lost shirtless fairy flashed across the zebra crossing, leisurely and carefree, as if she were in the ridge of her hometown. I don't know where to pee my aunt's eyes straight ahead without avoiding pedestrians. Children with small sticks around adults' legs, shouting and slapping. There is no continuous flow of vehicles, as if it were a quiet and noisy crowd, which seemed so noisy.
I don't want to go for a walk again. All I have is tinnitus and palpitation caused by people.
Go home. Where else can I go now and open my heart completely?
You can't imitate it when you walk without looking at brackets. Just make up an article to chat and fill in brackets.
7. Imitate a walk and write a composition. When I got up this morning, I saw the sunshine outside the window. I can't bear to waste this wonderful time. So I got up and went out at once.
When I walked out of the door and breathed the fresh air, I seemed to enter nature. There is no obstacle from any building, no obstacle from anyone. Enjoy the beautiful and fresh air. On the grass, the grass is stretching, and the dew is rolling on it, crystal clear. I took the first step, the second step, the third step ... the brisk steps on the earth. I walked and let out my bold side; I am taking a walk to release my happiness; I am walking, spreading the beauty of nature.
Unconsciously, I have walked a long way and traveled many places along the way. And those places are beautiful trees in my eyes, tall and straight. I seem to be driving a bus, fast and agile, and all the scenery is swept away in my mind.
Walking can fill your temperament; Walking can delight your interest; Walking can melt your fragile heart and make you strong. Walking, what a relaxing and enjoyable exercise! As long as you open your heart and spleen to do it, you can enjoy great happiness. How virtuous and romantic walking is. Everyone can enjoy this kind of fun, but they don't know how to appreciate it or appreciate it. As long as you are willing to experience and discover, happiness is actually around you.
Walking is an elegant mood. When you are unhappy, walking makes you feel relaxed and refreshed. It makes you emotionally stable and confident. When you encounter difficulties and setbacks, take a walk and forget all the difficulties.
Walking in different periods and seasons will make you feel happy again. Walking in spring is like a flower blooming in your heart, opening your heart and enjoying the colorful world. Walking in summer, the scorching sun drives away your spiritual freeze. Take a walk in autumn, enjoy the beautiful scenery in the farmland, the leaves are fluttering, and your distress will fall everywhere. Walking in winter, in the white world, left your footprints and your back.
Let's go for a walk and have fun!
8. Imitate "walk" to write a composition about family affection of about 500 words, and imitate "walk" to worry about your father.
People say that maternal love is the greatest, and there is another kind of love that can be compared with him, and that is fatherly love!
I have a kind father. He always talks to me in a humorous tone. My mother often said that he spoiled me, but my father laughed instead of anger. This is what I call optimism!
Dad is a person who loves me very much. He not only pays attention to my study, but also regards my safety as his own responsibility.
On Saturday afternoon, I went to the movies with some children. We had a good time. When the performance ended, it was already 4 o'clock, and we didn't want to go home. Wang Zemin said, "Go and take a photo!" Zhu answered quickly: "Good!" My curiosity occupied my whole mind. I didn't expect my parents to worry about us. Finally, we finished filming. Look at the sky, it's already dark. Two other children and I took a taxi home at our own expense.
At home, only my mother is at home. Mother said a few words to me in a hurry and went to work. Ten minutes later, my father came back. His coat was soaked through by a pinch of cow hair. I asked my father where he went, and he said, "Looking for you!" " "I was shocked, and my father said to me with emphasis," Where have you been? "I went to Liqun, from 1 floor to the fourth floor, and I couldn't find you at all. We also asked the aunt at the junction station to say with Li Qun, ",,and Wang please come to the 1 building immediately." I thought, "it's over. If my classmates hear me, I will become a star! " "Say that finish, spit spit tongue. Dad went on to say, "We didn't find you in Shanda, the cinema and so on. You have no idea how anxious I am. It won't happen again! " Atchoo! "I want to laugh but I can't help laughing. Dad said, "Look, I almost called the police. The phone number is 1 10, and I called 10 1! " The once happy fool burst into tears. I didn't do anything for him today, and all this got him into trouble. But I thanked my father with a smile, because crying is a trouble for my father.
Really worried about my father!
9. Imitate Mo Huaiqi's "Walking" with at least 500 words. Guilin is surrounded by mountains and waters, with majestic peaks and clear streams, and is crowned as "Guilin's landscape is the best in the world"; The West Lake in Hangzhou is more beautiful, with the reputation of "there is a paradise above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below"; Mount Taishan in Shandong is towering into the sky, and there is a sigh of' climbing Mount Taishan and being small in the world'. Although Xiangfan is not as good as these places with good mountains and waters, it has her unique charm-tranquility.
Due to the coming of the final exam, the study pressure has also increased, so I have been particularly bored recently and my heart is always impetuous. Sitting next to the TV, holding the remote control, from the first stop to the last stop, and then from the last stop to the first stop, why do TV stations play some youth idol dramas or some entertainment programs that make little girls cry all day? It's really boring So I put down the remote control and went into the room to read. What kind of society is it now? Why do you write some love novels in your current book? Won't you write some books that urge teenagers to study hard and be proactive? Then I dropped the book and fell asleep, but I couldn't sleep again and again. My mother came in and said seriously, "I'm in a bad mood." Go out for a walk, feel the surrounding environment and relax. " I walked slowly by the moat, and at night I was heavily pressed on the treetops and streetlights, like a big bed with a black quilt falling from the sky. Accompanying me are only sleeping trees, salty wind, glassy grass leaves, moist earthy breath and air full of flowers. . .. and the flashing river belt, the mist on the shore, the crimson or light blue morning glory, the dense laurel treetops, and the silence as thin as eggshells. Walking in this quiet city, I also felt a little calm in my heart.
Walking in Xiangfan, just like Yasunari Kawabata found that he couldn't sleep at night, I found that Xiangfan is actually a beautiful and quiet city. The moon hangs high in the sky, shedding a waterfall-like silver light, and the endless willow trees set each other off and cover the whole moat like waves. Wicker gently swaying in the breeze, playfully swinging on the calm river, rippling on the lake, like a golden collar against the bright moonlight and faint moonlight. Walking along the moat, this scene looks a bit like Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Pool, and the restless heart feels very quiet.
Go to the edge of the lawn and squat down. Dewdrops are hung on the top of the grass, and some dewdrops are embedded in the gaps of Ye Er, which looks like pearls under the light. Step on the lawn gently and quickly, I'm afraid of hurting them. Standing under the city wall, touching the brick that has been blackened and shelled after years of wind and sun, "Maybe this brick is stained with the blood of a hero, maybe that brick has been touched by a brave general, maybe. . "I thought quietly. A large area of moss has grown on the city wall. Although they look quiet, their existence brings fresh vitality to the ancient city walls.
Walking quietly in a quiet city, I came to the end of the river unconsciously, and my heart was full of peace. The city is quiet and silent, like a huge sponge, which absorbs all the noise and even the impetuousness in my heart and calms my heart.
Go home with a quiet heart, feel the fresh air, relax, and fall asleep sweetly in bed.
I found it on Baidu. Take this as an example.
10. Imitating the composition "Walking" Due to the coming of the final exam, the study pressure has also increased, so I have been particularly bored recently and my heart is always impetuous. Sitting next to the TV, holding the remote control, from the first stop to the last stop, and then from the last stop to the first stop, why do TV stations play some youth idol dramas or some entertainment programs that make little girls cry all day? It's really boring So I put down the remote control and went into the room to read. What kind of society is it now? Why do you write some love novels in your current book? Won't you write some books that urge teenagers to study hard and be proactive? Then I dropped the book and fell asleep, but I couldn't sleep again and again. My mother came in and said seriously, "I'm in a bad mood." Go out for a walk, feel the surrounding environment and relax. " I walked slowly by the moat, and at night I was heavily pressed on the treetops and streetlights, like a big bed with a black quilt falling from the sky. Accompanied by me are only sleeping trees, salty wind, glassy grass leaves, moist earthy breath and air full of flowers. . .. and the flashing river belt, the mist on the shore, the crimson or light blue morning glory, the dense laurel treetops, and the silence as thin as eggshells. Walking in this quiet city, I also felt a little calm in my heart.
Walking in Xiangfan, just like Yasunari Kawabata found that he couldn't sleep at night, I found that Xiangfan is actually a beautiful and quiet city. The moon hangs high in the sky, shedding a waterfall-like silver light, and the endless willow trees set each other off and cover the whole moat like waves. Wicker gently swaying in the breeze, playfully swinging on the calm river, rippling on the lake, like a golden collar against the bright moonlight and faint moonlight. Walking along the moat, this scene looks a bit like Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Pool, and the restless heart feels very quiet.
Go to the edge of the lawn and squat down. Dewdrops are hung on the top of the grass, and some dewdrops are embedded in the gaps of Ye Er, which looks like pearls under the light. Step on the lawn gently and quickly, I'm afraid of hurting them. Standing under the city wall, touching the brick that has been blackened and shelled after years of wind and sun, "Maybe this brick is stained with the blood of a hero, maybe that brick has been touched by a brave general, maybe. . "I thought quietly. A large area of moss has grown on the city wall. Although they look quiet, their existence brings fresh vitality to the ancient city walls.
Walking quietly in a quiet city, I came to the end of the river unconsciously, and my heart was full of peace. The city is quiet and silent, like a huge sponge, which absorbs all the noise and even the impetuousness in my heart and calms my heart.
Go home with a quiet heart, feel the fresh air, relax, and fall asleep sweetly in bed.