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 foreign style, the city is developing rapidly now, and there is no difference between regions and urban and rural areas, but that kind of impetuous feeling still exists.
A rational and profound understanding of life still needs years of polishing. I can't help thinking of you. 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 of mentality of sweeping away the snow in front of their own house and not caring about first frost. This is the influence of the current unhealthy trend in society and they are afraid of disaster. At this time, I always feel that I really have unfathomable martial arts like those chivalrous women in martial arts novels, and I can help the weak, instead of just watching and not daring to do something useless.
I always like to wear MP3 on my ears, let the music flow slowly in the wind and integrate myself into the music. Or sad or helpless watching those vibrant green leaves flash by in front of my eyes, I have a lot of hopes and expectations for life, and I always hope that I can feel more when I am healthy.
I can bring joy to myself and myself, but I slowly feel unhappy and depressed, but I don't want to talk to anyone. I can only understand my inner feelings. The road is at your feet, so you can only walk slowly by yourself. The endless stream of cars keeps moving forward, and there will always be ancient chariots and horses in front of my eyes. At that time, the conditions were much worse than now, but we have accumulated so much in the past until now.
However, it seems that our hope of floating in the sky will never be satisfied and realized. It looks so clear, but it is so far away. Invisible pressure always makes me feel very tired. So only on the road, sort out your thoughts and your heart.
What life should be or will be like. As long as you work hard and put your heart into it, you will feel a different kind of heart even if you are still walking on the road.
The sky is still so high, the ground is still so wide, and the heart will widen. In the turbulent water, there are you, me and us.
2. Composition, the road we walked together, the road we walked together.
Every step of time will leave a memory on us. We can't go through those stories again, but every memory left in our minds will leave us a doorway to recall and relive. ...
Through the door of memory, I saw the road we walked together.
In fact, I have learned a lot about the life of senior three from my seniors and sisters. Although everyone's specific statement is different, it boils down to boredom, fatigue and so on. I don't know if they want to scare us, but as long as they pass the third year of high school, they have to admit this fact. But life at that time was simple and pure.
Every morning, we all get up early. It's almost six o'clock. We have entered the classroom, started morning reading and started the day's life. This life is monotonous, dormitory, classroom, canteen, 3: 1. In fact, it is uncomfortable to repeat such a monotonous life every day. I always think that teachers must be lazy when they are not paying attention. But after all, we haven't walked out of the grid that has been drawn.
At that time, maybe we will be bitter about a teacher's criticism for a long time, maybe we will be angry with a teacher's harsh requirements, maybe … but we all know in our hearts that these are just growing rebellions.
At that time, we were all working hard towards the goal in our hearts, but we didn't think much about it.
Fruit. I thought that as long as I worked hard, the result would not be bad. I don't know, every effort may not be rewarded, but every harvest needs to be paid, which is an irreversible proposition. That's true, but we still haven't stopped pursuing our ideals, because that is our dream and our world. ...
Success can't be achieved overnight, and tears are inevitable in the days of chasing dreams. But that's not a proof of cowardice, just because we need to vent. No matter how strong a person is, there will be times when tears flow down her face. But even when we are crying, we are silently telling ourselves that since the college entrance examination has to go through a process and we must cross a hurdle, what we have to do is not to escape, but to face it with our heads held high.
Every year will leave a mark on my memory. As long as you touch it gently, you will think of your former self, which has become the past and can never be erased from your mind. That section, the road we walked together.
3. How to write the road I have traveled?
Tonight, I am struggling at my desk alone. Books turned into a blue ocean, and I stared at the light blue sails swimming on the sea. The world is noisy, but it is silent at this moment. There are fireflies gliding in the quiet night sky, combing a basket of stars.
Occasionally, I will build my own memory and look back at Ye Ping, which is daunting. The years passed quietly like today. If I regard the past days as the frame of the old window in my hometown, my memory will be eroded into rays of sunshine. I will shoot on the sleeping floor, which is fresh as wet dew. If I regard soft moss as a carpet made of wool, I will not be able to take away the pieces of new green in my memory.
I have been writing for almost four years, and time has eroded me into the wall of my home. My efforts are not colorful butterfly specimens, and neither are yours. When I was young, butterflies danced.
Youth is a feeling. If you know how to feel this feeling, you can taste a special fragrance carefully. When I fly under the desk lamp at night, time will always be my backpack. I feel like I'm driving it constantly, even without wings.
I am a reed, standing in the night wind. Who said, "Man is a thinking reed"? One day, I stood on a wet gazebo and looked at the moon. Looking back on these years, the "storm" came, the sunshine came, the joy of childishness cooled down, and I got a cold look. I hope that when I open it, I can read the sunrise from the title page and the people or things I loved.
Overhead is a blue sky like clear water, which we have never flown. We huddled in a warm nest, facing the loess and the sky.
Who says summer is a tough season! It was quiet inside, and a cool breeze blew outside the window, revealing a pleasant coolness. In an instant, my heart floats with months of life. It is said that youth is a poem, but how can youth be summarized in one sentence?
Eyelid fight, stiff fingers. I hope tomorrow, I can still feel the warmth of memories!
4. The road I took with setbacks. The setting sun fell on them. Look back at them and see the road they have traveled together. (Shucun. com)
Do you remember? Before an exam, we stood in a crowded hall, teasing each other and relaxing the atmosphere. It's winter now, and it's cold outside. We encourage each other, and we must get a score that is worthy of each other. You speak slowly and say softly, "What if my exam score is higher than yours?" I smiled: "So what? Shouldn't we celebrate? We are good friends! " You were shocked and looked me straight in the eye: "Actually, I hated you two years ago …" I smiled slightly. A ray of golden sunshine shines on us through the clouds, so warm, so warm.
Do you remember? It was very cold that day, our eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with thick frost, and there were few pedestrians in the street. Occasionally, we see a few fat and clumsy sparrows jumping around, storing a little winter food. We came all the way to the bookstore, only to find that we were the first guests here. As soon as I entered the store, I rushed into the "golden house", found what I liked, and began to chew. There was not a bone left ... I was silent for two hours, my legs were sore and my feet were numb, and I came empty-handed, but I returned with a full load. Hand in hand, we walked out of the shop and took a deep breath of fresh air. Every cell is full of vitality. ...
Maybe you have forgotten, because these little things are like a few grains of sand on the beach, insignificant. But I will never forget it, because it is these little things that make up the ups and downs of our journey.
I want to walk a long way with you, and then review the road we have traveled together. ...
5. The inscription on the road we walked together in the composition still remembers the road we walked together in those years? Here, we sow the seeds of dreams; Here, we cultivate the bud of the soul; Here you are, our precious promise. Here, don't forget me!
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"The Road of Time"-this place I once thought was beautiful. I'm here again. The tall and straight buttonwood still brings me a little coolness. Orchids on the roadside still smell like that. The gurgling stream is singing beautiful songs. The sun still shines on my straight Liu Haier. The osmanthus tree in front of us is still blooming. Everything remains the same, but people have changed, but the hourglass flows too fast, but time is no longer a holiday.
A year ago-
"Cheng Zhen, look, the scenery there is so beautiful!" "I see, inclinometer, you slow down." "You are slow to death, I won't wait for you!" Under the sunshine, two girls are running. "Wow, it's beautiful!" Newly planted buttonwood trees, the fragrance of roadside orchids makes people linger. Suddenly I saw smoke from the kitchen in the distance, and then I walked forward and the running water played a sweet tune. "I didn't lie to you this time!" "If you dare to lie to me, I will sell you to a trafficker." "good! You are He Chengzhen! " "Come after me!" "Ha ha" in this way, they fought on this path.
I don't know how long it took them to stop. "Ah, Cheng Zhen! Do you think this road has a name? " "I don't think it should have a name." "Then let's give it a name!" "Just call it the time path!" "good! Time path, this name is really nice, Cheng Zhen, you are so talented! " "Hey, hey? Look, what tree is that? " "According to my years of experience, it should be Sophora japonica!" "But why don't I like it?" "I'm not sure. It's all trees anyway. Let's call it a wishing tree! " "Then let's make a wish under the tree!" "good!" "Look! There is a big tree hole here. Let's write each other's wishes on paper and put them in the tree hole. Maybe the elf will see it! " "hmm." In this way, two girls made a wish here.
Unfortunately, no elves saw their wishes, but fate played a huge joke on their friendship.
A few months later, the school held a parent-teacher conference, and Shen Qingyi's study dropped significantly, from the top three in the class to the top ten. The teacher made a serious criticism at the parent-teacher meeting. He has made great progress in his study, from the fifth in his class to the first in the whole school. Such great progress made the teachers unexpected. However, it was this parent-teacher meeting that completely broke their friendship.
Cheng Zhen knows that leaning instrument's study has regressed now, and she has been tutoring leaning instrument, but every time she goes to her house, she is turned away. It was not until one day that she fully understood that all this was intentional.
One day, Cheng Zhen was walking on a quiet path, unaware that danger was approaching her. "Cheng Zhen, be careful!" Shouted the inclinometer. And pushed Cheng Zhen aside, but hit the oncoming van. Before he died, he said to Cheng Zhen, "Cheng Zhen, do you know why I have regressed in my studies? Because I secretly read your wishing note under the wishing tree that day, which said,' I want to be the first in the whole school' and' I hope the friendship with the inclinometer will never change', I have been recommending some excellent learning questions and materials to your mother since that day and telling her my learning methods. Later, you improved, but I regressed because I didn't have time to review. I never wanted you to help me review because. We will always be friends! " Whoever plays this will die. "inclinometer!" Cheng Zhen's tears welled up like the sea.
A year later, Cheng Zhen walked alone on that time path, looking at the osmanthus tree that was once thought to be a locust tree, and she could not bear to be sad.
6. I took the road with setbacks and the sunset sprinkled on them. Looking back, they looked at the road I walked together. (Shucun. Com) Remember? Before an exam, we stood in a crowded hall, teasing each other and relaxing the atmosphere. It was winter and it was cold outside. We encourage each other, and we must get a score worthy of each other. You speak slowly and say softly, "What if my score is higher than yours?" I smiled: "So what? Shouldn't we celebrate? We are good friends! " You were shocked and looked me straight in the eye: "Actually, I hated you two years ago …" I smiled slightly. A ray of golden sunshine shines on us through the clouds, so warm, so warm. Remember? It was very cold that day, our eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with thick frost, and there were few pedestrians in the street. Occasionally, we see a few fat and clumsy sparrows jumping around, storing a little winter food. We came all the way to the bookstore, only to find that we were the first guests here. As soon as I entered the store, I rushed into the "golden house", found my "favorite" and began to chew. My feet were numb, but I came empty-handed, but I came home full. We walked out of the shop hand in hand and took a deep breath of fresh air. Every cell is full of vitality ... maybe you have forgotten, because these little things are like a few grains of sand on the beach, insignificant. But I will never forget it, because it is these little things that make up the ups and downs of our journey. I want to walk a long way with you and look back on the road we walked together. ...
7. The road we walked together in those years. In those years, the road we walked together. In seventh grade, we walked a long and short road together.
There is a lot of happiness scattered on this road. Looking back on this road, I am always so excited! It's a sunny afternoon.
We tug-of-war with Class One. They are threatening, as if to say, "The first one is ours! Don't rob! " At this time, he also shouted: "Class Three will win! Class three will win! " Their voice is like a water pump, which enriches our confidence! After all, one mountain can't accommodate two tigers! At this point, there is a murderous look in the air.
A bloody "killing" is inevitable! Before the game: We gripped the rope tightly, and everyone held on tight. At this point, "everything is ready, only the east wind!" A quick whistle of "crack" flashed past our ears.
Then came our cheers! It all happened so suddenly! We won from the beginning! It can only be described as the highest state of "the speed of light"! The second game: we're going to "kill" them again! We snickered to ourselves, "It was so easy to win!" But I didn't expect them to pull us over at once! The rope is like a child leaving the room, a dazzling arrow and an attacking cheetah ... only then did we realize that it was playing hard to get! The real final is in the third inning! Scene 3: Another quick whistle flashed through our ears! The rope didn't move at all, as if it were going there again! The players' faces were dripping with sweat as big as beans, and their feet were tightly attached to the ground, as if they were deeply attached to each other and could not bear to part! That rope seems undecided, like a naughty child running from company to company! After a while, naughty children always make up their minds to come to our side! Game over! Class three won! In those years, the road we walked together was always so wonderful! Those memories are like a flower, which will accompany us forever and its fragrance will be around us.
8. "The Road Together" article 1 The road together I wandered along this familiar path, and tears blurred my eyes. When I walked under the tree, my heart was completely immersed in jealousy. Remember, the air here is completely happy for us! In spring, it is especially comfortable in the shade of trees. I play with you on the ground with a glass ball and laugh from time to time. Look, all the flowers and plants around us are infected by us. Listen, the insects in the flowers are singing for us. I think, despite a long chase, I still can't bear to stop. The arrival of a spring rain is the icing on the cake. A few drops of water fell under the tree, and we stood and talked, both in the sky and underground. I can't think of another word to describe us then. Tired of talking, we rushed into the rain to catch up. Childhood is too naive. Same tree, different seasons, more cicadas. On our way home from class, we always catch cicadas in the tree. "The cicadas retreated. Don't be fearless.
"This nursery rhyme will be sung on time. If I miss going home because I am fun, my mother will take a stick to find someone. When we see it, we will hide back in the village. In autumn and winter, the leaves on the old redwood trees are sparse. Nevertheless, we still have endless games, such as climbing trees and weaving sticks. Childhood is a fairy tale. The breeze blew and the leaves rustled. Every grass, even every grain of sand, is a beautiful picture, so familiar and kind, but now they make me feel strange, because every picture here seems to have been changed, deliberately changed, and the missing things are eclipsed. Are you okay? 2. The road we walked together. The short mountain road was bent into a clever arc to get rid of the starry wind. Where did the hearty laughter and mottled shadows come from? Let me pick up the memory of a tree and slide again. Slide and raise seven colors of dust. Colorful roads fluttered with the wind and blew away. But we have laughter to prove it. Meet in the beautiful morning and measure the short mountain road. I will send some whispers to each other in an instant. Distance is so easy to conquer. It seems to be the mark of history. Please lie quietly. Please stand on tiptoe gently and let the years slip away quietly from here. Close your eyes. /kloc-the memory of my mother in 0/8 clearly came to my mind ... When I was five years old, she taught me to count: "I counted 65438+. When I was six years old, she taught me to cherish the fruits of other people's labor: "I just mopped the floor and you ran around in dirty shoes." If you do that again, I'll give you to someone else! " "At the age of seven, she taught me what logical thinking is:" You make it clear that I am your mother. How could I make a mistake? "It's wrong to think wrong!" At the age of eight, she taught me that people always go through life and death: "If you are naughty, I will let you disappear.
You know, since I can bring you into this world, I also have the ability to let you leave this world! "At the age of nine, she taught me to cherish freedom:" If you make trouble again, I will ask your father to hit you * * *! "When I was fifteen, she taught me to respect myself and love myself:" Your task now is to study, and don't think about anything else, especially puppy love. My whole life's hopes are pinned on you.
You can't embarrass your father and me! At the age of sixteen, she taught me the concepts of famous brand and inferior quality: "I will buy you a mobile phone when you enter a key high school, and a paging machine when you enter an ordinary school!" " When I was seventeen years old, she taught me that women are always full of knives and mouths: "I used to take care of your pocket money for fear that you would be distracted from your study." Now, if it's not enough, ask, the place to spend it still needs to be spent! " At the age of eighteen, she taught me the darkness of society: "Don't trust others easily, be careful to be cheated. Remember, everyone only speaks three points, and my heart can't be lost at all! " Postscript: When I look back on my stumbling life, I find a pair of big footprints beside my footprints.
These big footprints have never taken my place. They just accompanied me, far or near, but never left the road my grandfather and I walked.
9. How to write "The Days I Walk with You"? We walked through graduation together, like a full stop, ending our primary school life. After a farewell dinner, everything seems to be accepted. We parted ways from now on, but at least, we walked together. Before graduation, time passed like quicksand, passing all the time. I wanted to keep it, but I reached out and the limited time slipped through our fingers. We work hard for the junior high school entrance examination. At that time, we were very hard and tired, but because we had classmates fighting side by side, we were in pain and happy. Walking on campus, we thought about how it welcomed us six years ago. Here, we have witnessed our growth for six years. In the first and second grades, life was green, and too many new things came to my face, excitement and tension, strangeness and curiosity. Of course, there are also many unsuitable places. But the friendliness of new classmates and the kindness of new teachers make us no longer afraid of the road ahead. In the third and fourth grades, life turned orange. At that time, we were rebellious, unruly and frivolous. When we think we have grown up, we always like to oppose our elders and always act according to our feelings. But in school life, we are like a big family, laughing together, sad together and singing together. The sound is so long in the circular corridor ... life in grade five and six is like a thin layer of gray. The pressure of study is increasing, and the amount of homework is increasing. There are countless workbooks and test papers. In the sea of questions, we have been confused and hesitated, but because of our ideals, we are brave and fearless. Now, we have graduated. We had to say goodbye in a hurry Those colorful years and beautiful memories are our capital and comfort. Write your own information in someone else's classmate's notebook, so that your handwriting becomes a symbol of infinite sadness. We can also see our inner sadness when we smile indifferently in the sun, and our appearance remains at the moment when the camera is frozen. Tears poured out our infinite grief. Youth is over, and we are waiting for the next opening. Waiting for us in the previous story, with starlight, to recall the beautiful six years in this life, blooming flowers.