1. Composition on the topic of Passer-by

Passer-by, I am honored to appreciate the scenery along your journey, and turn my yearning for you into a cry and a feeling of spring.

Even if I am attached to you, I can only be your passer-by. Tasting, the fragrance and melancholy of the ten thousand acres of tea garden rippled in my heart, leaving the faintest fragrance of tea.

Tens of thousands of acres of tea gardens, rising layer by layer, are like stairs leading to the sky, rising layer by layer. The wind blows, letting the fragrance of tea float everywhere.

Make a cup of tea, let the boiling water rush towards the tea leaves, and let the leaves rotate and rotate in the water. The turquoise water is as moving as amber when placed in the sun. Accompanying the aroma of tea is the beautiful tea song, and the graceful movements of the tea pickers seem to be dancing.

The dewdrops are left behind, blooming in the sunshine, and the leaves are fragrant in the wind. Listen, this is the music of nature.

It flows out from the gaps in the tea plants and hovers over the thousands of acres of tea gardens. Dreaming is no longer a dream, but a manifestation of reality.

Among the endless acres of tea gardens, only you are worthy of the flawless blue sky. Taste, thousands of acres of tea gardens; my love for you will remain in my heart.

Sigh, the road is lined with plantain trees, and the road is several meters long; the forest of plantain trees surrounds both sides of the road. Streams flowed, flowers bloomed, and there were towering forests of banana trees, one by one, surrounding the mountains.

You are there in the mountains and in the valleys. The countless neatly arranged banana trees are like guards on both sides of the road, firmly guarding their hometown.

Other trees, not only are you tall, but you are the brave men who protect the mountain. Only you can defend this mountain. I love your greenness, the yellowness of your fruits, and your height.

Banana belongs only to this place in the tropics and to the paradise of the rainforest. Sigh, the banana trees grow into a forest; my love for you is sweet in my heart.

Love, I love you all the way, the touching scenery of mountains, big trees, and creeks singing. The scenery along the way, the sunlight penetrating the leaves, blooms brightly in the sky.

When I found out that I fell in love with the scenery along the way, it was too late to express my love to you, because I was just one of your countless passers-by. Your beauty is unforgettable to me.

Above you, the blue of the sky; below you, the flow of the water. Love, the scenery along the way.

The melodious birdsong echoed. I long for you, but I can't. I can only sit under the night sky and recall the time spent with you.

A picture is replayed in my mind. The scenery along the way to Banna.

I stand on the top of the Western Mountain and ask you, will you miss me? Love, the scenery along the way. I will miss you.

I came in a hurry, and before I told you my arrival, I left in a hurry. I am just a passerby of yours, so I wave my sleeves and bid farewell to this beautiful paradise. 2. An 800-word essay on the theme of "Passenger"

"Passenger" In the beginning of my youth, there was a beautiful and desolate story.

I think that should be the beginning of my youth and the starting point of my life. When my life was silent and colorless, a figure broke into my life, and his appearance changed my life.

The years spent with him were full of laughter and tears, joy and sorrow. To this day, I still remember every story and every joke he told. They were all so sweet. He made me no longer alone.

To this moment, I still clearly remember every smile and every habit of his. His arrival has enriched my life and made it endlessly enjoyable.

At that time, we were both ignorant, and we didn’t know that a seed had begun to sprout in each other’s hearts. I still naively thought that that kind of indescribable happiness would stay with me forever.

Later, in order to pursue their own dreams, they broke up at a crossroads. Each other set out on the road with a trembling heart.

Hide that subtle emotion deep in your heart, thinking that it is love. As he walked far away, there was a trace of pain in his heart, thinking that it was the harm the other party had brought to him.

So, each of them looked for the next journey with sadness. I naively made a promise that I would forget the past with you, including you.

After cleansing the soul, it becomes a blank.

Gradually, I grew up and matured. When I thought of those past events with you, I realized that I have not forgotten those things and will never forget them. They have become a part of my life.

Perhaps, my maturity and understanding are due to the beginning of a relationship. Maybe, I should be grateful for this relationship.

We met in a hurry and separated in a hurry. There was no time to adapt and get used to it. Maybe it’s because I’m not destined for each other, and we can only be each other’s passers-by! Passer-by, I will remember our memories. I will remember that at the beginning of my life, I had you.

I am a passer-by, I don’t know if I will see you again in the future. A full moon sends my blessings, wishing you and your family health and happiness. 3. An essay titled "Passenger"

Walking in the vast universe, we are all each other's passers-by.

There are always many people coming and going in life, just like the passers-by on the road when we walk, some go in the opposite direction to us, and some go in the same direction as us. Those who go against us may be forgotten in a flash, and the wind of time will blow them to the edge of our memory, or even beyond our memory.

Perhaps, one day in our lives, we will occasionally think of some vague shadows, but only occasionally. They are behind us, and they are getting farther and farther away from us. Far. Even if they come back again for some reason, we are already too far apart and can no longer catch up.

Those who are traveling with us, some will pass us by, and some may accompany us for a distance. But time is never too long. There are too many forks in the road of life. At every intersection, our choices will be different.

You chose this path, he chose that path, so the only choice was to break up. On the new road, of course there will be new travelers, but there will also be new forks in the road.

It is precisely because of friendship that we can feel the warmth between people. Our heart seems to be a cup that is heavy because it is often filled with worries and helplessness. Only those hands that extend to us for the sake of friendship are willing to sincerely empty this cup for us and return her comfort and relaxation.

It is precisely because of friendship that we can feel the dignity and glory of being a human being. Our hearts seem to be a very thick book. Only those hearts that have struck the fire of friendship with our hearts will be willing to open this thick book, read it carefully and comment sincerely.

Through his comments, we understand which words should be deleted; through his comments, we know how to create an immortal masterpiece with the pen of our own life. In this world, how can our hearts not burn when we think that besides our loved ones, there are people who care about our souls? How can we not feel happy and happy when we think that besides our loved ones, there are people paying attention to our spiritual world? How can we not feel proud and excited when we think that besides our loved ones, there are people sighing and blessing us for our failures and achievements? Family affection comes from blood, but friendship comes from a wonderful opportunity in the vast sea of ????people, from the sharing of each other's honor and disgrace, from each other's respect for each other's personality and inner understanding.

The root of friendship is rooted in a noble spirit, not in vulgar desires; friendship is a clarion call for each other to encourage progress, rather than a tool for mutual use; friendship is a tool for each other to use. A hymn for each other's beautiful sentiments, rather than coaxing and bragging between each other; friendship is about making friends a mirror of each other's pure character, not about making each other an accomplice of each other's evil deeds... Got it Friendship is like a green mountain with a rushing stream; with friendship, it is like a sailing boat with a favorable wind; with friendship, a thirsty traveler has a clear spring; with friendship, in this world, our souls will not No longer alone; with friendship, there will be someone who will cut through the jealous crowd to offer us a bouquet of flowers when we succeed, and heal our scars when we fail and suffer.

Although it is just a seedling now, as long as it is not afraid of wind and rain, it will eventually grow into a towering tree; although it is just a trickle now, as long as it never slackens, it will eventually embrace the sea; although it is just a young eagle now, it only needs a few falls. If you somersault, you will eventually occupy the blue sky... Yes, life is valuable. To realize its value, you must let it shine, bloom, and interpret the splendor of life! All things in the world are given life by nature. They each decorate this beautiful world with their life postures, interpret themselves, and love nature and their own lives in a unique way.

The snail, carrying the heavy shell, climbs up step by step... No matter how far away or how high it is, she will never abandon her home, and will always pull it towards it. Step forward, climb upward... In life, for this little animal, perhaps the only way to bloom the light of life is to keep moving forward, which is explained by this gesture of life. If someone asked me: "What do you want to be in your next life?" I might look at the green in the distance and tell her: "I would like to be a tree."

Green is the color of life, I love how uplifting and vigorous it is, and how cute it is green! In my impression, trees always have lush leaves and open their big green umbrellas to provide people with a shade. Trees love green, and green also loves trees. Therefore, when the leaves gradually turn yellow, the tree will let it float away mercilessly and never hold back... Perhaps, only green is the interpretation of the life of the tree. A kind of expression, and only in this way can the tree bloom its light of life... The wind told me: "In fact, I am alive."

Oh! I know, I saw you waving to the leaves and smiling to the flowers! Yu also told me: "I am also alive." Oh! I also saw you bending and nodding towards Cao'er! I feel your presence. You all convey the message of life and gently tell me in your own language that spring is here and the season of blooming life has arrived! It turns out that life is so subtle, and its light is so shining and dazzling! Let us feel the greatness and simplicity of life together, appreciate the warmth in desolate life, and revere life together! How many shining pearls are there in your life? Perhaps, it is still waiting for us to discover and search for it.

The light of life should be colorful and shining! How many painful grains of sand are there in our hearts? Please pick them out one by one, let the sunshine shine into the moist heart, and let the soul see the sunshine again - the sunshine of life! If life is a collection, then I will pick the most beautiful and sweet fruits and brew them into a pot of mellow wine; if life is a brewing, then I will look for the freshest and most beautiful honey to brew it. Give birth to the best and sweetest honey in life; if life is a string of pearls, then I will carefully polish each pearl until it is crystal clear, because they are the pearls of my life. I want my life to bloom with colorful light! Life, it turns out, needs to be like this... 4. An 800-word essay on the theme of "Passenger"

"Passenger"

In the beginning of my youth, there was a beautiful and desolate story. I think that should be the beginning of my youth and the starting point of my life.

When my life was silent and colorless, a figure broke into my life, and his appearance changed my life. The years spent with him were full of laughter and tears, joy and sorrow. To this day, I still remember every story and every joke he told. They all sounded so sweet. He made me no longer alone. To this moment, I still clearly remember every smile and every habit of his. His arrival has enriched my life and made it endlessly joyful.

At that time, we were both ignorant, and we didn’t know that a seed had begun to sprout in each other’s hearts. I still naively thought that that kind of indescribable happiness would stay with me forever.

Later, in order to pursue their own dreams, they broke up at a crossroads. Each other set out on the road with a trembling heart. Hide that subtle emotion deep in your heart, thinking that it is love. As he walked far away, he felt a trace of pain in his heart, thinking that it was the harm the other party had brought to him. So, each of them looked for the next journey with sadness.

I naively made a promise that I would forget the past with you, including you. Once the mind is cleansed, it becomes a blank.

I gradually grew up and matured. Thinking of those past events with you, I realized that I have not forgotten those things and will never forget them. They have become who I am. part of life. Perhaps, my maturity and understanding are due to the beginning of a relationship. Maybe, I should be grateful for this relationship.

We met in a hurry and separated in a hurry. There was no time to adapt and get used to it. Maybe it’s because I’m not destined for each other, and we can only be each other’s passers-by!

Passing by, I will remember our memories. I will remember that at the beginning of my life, I had you.

I am a passer-by, I don’t know if I will see you again in the future. A full moon sends my blessings, wishing you and your family health and happiness. 5. An essay with the theme of Passers-by

When spring comes with its unique green color like the sea, it is really intoxicating; when spring comes with its unique warmth like a tide Sometimes, it can also make people die.

Spring is definitely a canvas soaked in the color of life. Fresh green, tender green, bright green, emerald green, eyes full of green, gentle to our sight. There are also a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink, and a little bit of purple flashing like stars, which also surprise our eyes.

So, start walking in spring. Stepping on her soft soil, I realized that the hotbed of life can be so plain. As long as the old man of the season arrives, all the sleeping seeds can be nurtured here and give life a changing attitude.

Spring is definitely a picture full of the prosperity of life. Whether it is breaking out of the ground or in bud; whether it is slowly stretching or slowly flowing; whether it is silent or whispering, as long as the old man of the season opens the curtain of spring, They will use their own unique way to perform the magical vitality of nature here.

So, I started roaming in spring. Covered in soft spring light, let the slightly sweet wind pass by. You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains the most touching tenderness. You will also feel that nature is a strange mother. She actually chose to give birth to all kinds of life at the end of winter when everything is bleak, allowing them to embrace each other and embrace each other in the most tender first ray of spring. Bring infinite vitality to the world.

Spring is also a gallery showing the magic of life. You see, every kind of life has its own specific form, and each specific form contains specific life information. Whether they are tall or weak, they all have to go through the process of life and death, and there are also seasons of childishness and maturity. Whether it is eye-catching or unremarkable, they must follow that specific seasonal trajectory and complete a feat of life in their own specific living space. Regardless of whether they are famous or not, whether they are born in a rich home or grow in a barren sandy soil, all the things that sprout in spring use their own unique way and use up all their enthusiasm to compose their music. An ode to life.

This is spring. Because of the chorus of life that sprouts here, I really feel a magical beauty. 6. Write an argumentative essay or narrative essay of no less than 800 words with the title "Life is just a passer-by"

We are all passers-by in life. A person lives for one life, and the grass and trees fall for a while, and a hundred years pass by in a blink of an eye.

This world of mortals is a dream, but many people make their dreams too real. This life is a drama, but many people get too involved in it. Dreams will always wake up, dramas will always come to an end, and no one can become the protagonist forever.

All things in this world cannot be brought with me by birth, nor taken away by death. All things are only for my use, but they are not my possessions. The joys and sorrows in this world, true and false, the origin and destruction of this world are all caused by cause and effect.

This world comes and goes, and we are just passers-by in life. There is a very good Buddhist story about Master Hanshan, one of the four eminent monks in the late Ming Dynasty.

Once, when he was traveling, he lost his way. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he saw a light in the dark night. After taking a closer look, it turned out to be a family.

Master Hanshan was very happy and immediately knocked on the door and asked to stay for a night. After hearing his request, the owner refused with a straight face and said: "I'm sorry, please find another place.

My home is not a hotel! The master smiled and said: "You are wrong, your home is a hotel!" I only need you to answer my three questions honestly, and I can prove that your home is a hotel. The owner said, "I don't believe it!" As long as you can convince me, I'll let you in. "

Hanshan asked: "Who lived here before you? "The owner of the house said: "Father! "Then who was the owner of this room before your father?" "My grandfather!" "If the donor dies, who will be the owner of this house?" "My son!" Master Hanshan laughed and said, "Haha, isn't that right!" You are just living here temporarily, and like me, we are all tourists. " When the owner heard this, he thought it made sense and invited him in.

So Master Hanshan had a good night's rest in the house. This story clearly illustrates that we are actually just A passer-by in the world.

Even if you are a passer-by, what should you stay in the world? If you are a passer-by, what kind of passer-by should you be? Come and go in a hurry. Although decades have passed, it seems like it was just yesterday. It was like this for several years.

From the time we open our eyes in the morning to the time we close our eyes at night, the day passes quickly. The people we once attached to have left, and the reputation, status, wealth, family, etc. that we have never forgotten will eventually leave us. Some of our parents have passed away, and for some reason we had to leave our beloved teachers. Our childhood playmates separated, and our good friends and fellow practitioners also went their separate ways. This is the gathering and separation of life.

Everyone's life has its own trajectory, which in the language of Buddhism is its own karma and cause and effect. Yesterday's glory has passed, and so has the pain of the past, but every time I recall those people and those things, As long as it remains unforgettable, various emotions will arise in the heart: love, resentment, sadness, sadness, etc.

It seems that it is really difficult to forget people and things that make us have strong emotions, no matter what. Whenever you recall the strong emotions in your heart, you will never forget them even after death and rebirth. This is reincarnation, the entanglement of life after life, and the continuous pain. You have to know that it is past. Disappearing and not forgetting will only make you miserable. Only by forgetting can you make yourself happy. Why can't you forget? Because you don't want to let go of your attachment to the person you like and your hatred of the person you hate. I am willing to let go of my own achievements and honors, but I am unwilling to let go of my frustration and downfall.

I always hope to be praised and appreciated by others. I cannot feel comfortable because I have too much trouble in my heart. Can't be relaxed.

Why is this so? Because I care too much about myself. In fact, all people and things happen because of the combination of causes and conditions, because in a certain time and space, there are you and me. When the conditions are lost, when time and space change, the gathering will be separated, the things will pass, the past will pass away, and we will forget it.

Including ourselves, we are all different. The aggregation of various causal conditions. When a certain causal condition occurs and an important condition disappears, the self in the concept will not exist.

Some people say that Buddhism is negative and makes people appoint people. In fact, Buddhism is not negative. , is the most positive. When something happens and you have no other way, the best way is to face it, bear it, and let it go.

We know that when the body is burdened. It is difficult to go far, and the same is true for our hearts. When there are too many burdens in our hearts, it is difficult to move forward. Only when you let go of the burden in your heart and relax yourself can you do what you need to do at the moment.

How to reduce the burden on your heart? Less delusion, less care, less comparison, more dedication, more tolerance, and more compassion. There are so many distracting thoughts in your mind, so many worries about things, others are pure while you are dirty, and others don't care about you being careless, how can you not be tired? When our lives are moving forward, many people and things pass by in an instant, but we will meet new people and new things happen. No matter whether we are looking forward to or afraid of new people or things in our hearts, whether we are happy or Worry, whether it is happiness or pain, what should come will eventually come, and what should happen will definitely happen.

Everything has a cause and effect. When the cause and conditions are mature, the consequences will occur, which is unstoppable. But once it has happened, it will disappear. Once it comes, it will go. Everything is a passer-by. Grasp your current karma, shoulder your responsibilities, do what you need to do in front of you, do your best when doing it, and let go of the past. , that is, feel at ease.

Life is like a passer-by, and we just happen to pass by the world. The things of yesterday are gone forever, and carrying them in our hearts can only be a little more burdensome. Good things and bad things, just let them drift away in the wind.

Life is like a train, birth is the starting point and death is the end point, but the train will not stop in the middle, no matter whether the scenery along the way is beautiful or not? Whether this route is easy or not? There will eventually be a day to park. Don't let your train run empty, don't let your train derail. When you pass through the world, where will you stop at the end? You still have to decide for yourself.

Just passing by, don’t worry too much about external gains and losses. Those are not what you need to go to heaven. Just passing by, don't care too much about love, hate and separation in this life. There are too many debts that you can't afford to pay off.

Just passing by, don’t be too painful about the decadence and hurt in the past, only after passing through the wings of wind and rain. 7. An 800-word article about passers-by, a chic and simple narrative about passers-by

Time flies between the fingers, and before we know it, six years have waved goodbye to us with playful words and flowing hair.

Thinking about the past, we have laughed, suffered, and walked hand in hand together, and we have welcomed the unknown tomorrow with the brightest smile together. And at this moment, everything was about to end, and it came so suddenly. Looking back at the ups and downs of the past six years, I seemed very confused, and I didn't know how to end all this wonderful life.

There is a kind of person called a passerby of time. All year round, flowers bloom and fall.

When the first peach blossom began to bloom in the spring breeze, she also reached out to touch the bright pink peach blossom, wrapped in crystal moistness, and inserted it into her ears. When the chrysanthemums bloom in autumn, she also knows how to hold the happy time with claw-like filaments. Some people envy her ease and elegance, but I despise her glitz and emptiness.

Because she is a passer-by of time. This is not life, but one missed time after another. And isn’t it the same for me sometimes? I am a passer-by in time. Six years ago, we innocently came to this beautiful campus, held two small hands together, and a pure friendship began. Over the past six years, laughter like silver bells has echoed in the The sky of childhood. However, time has forced us to get closer and disperse. We can only try our best to protect the remaining good time and cherish every minute and second we are together. Thinking about the past, we once struggled for the same goal. When we achieved it after going through a lot of hardships, we found that success was very simple, but the charming scenery of the road was missing.

However, many things in life are actually like this. Only after losing them do you know how to cherish them. I am a passer-by in time, six years is like a storm, and I only remember the beauty of the dark clouds when the rainbow appears.

When our hair tips were blown by the breeze together, we smiled less innocently than before. There seemed to be a hint of bitterness in this smile. We seemed to understand something in this season of free youth. Looking back at the campus in the distance again, I no longer had the joyful feeling before, but became very melancholy. I don’t know which sunny morning I will say goodbye to it.

I am a passerby in time. I recall the pride that surged in my heart when I clumsily tied on a red scarf for the first time. I raised my chubby little hands one by one and said my vow to love the motherland. I thought of that. How cute we were! When the first summer vacation came, we were overjoyed and really wanted to say sorry to the school and have no nostalgia for you. But when it came time to really say goodbye, we were not so determined and seemed to have some nostalgia. We cannot deny the rush of time, so we strive to find the true meaning of life and long to find eternity among the stars.

The six years of primary school are like a glass ball, reflecting the strange light and splendor of childhood, but I, a passer-by at this time, spent this wonderful time in ignorance. 8. "Passenger"

Everyone has a path, a winding path in life that he walks out on his own. On this road, some people will just meet you in a hurry, some will become passers-by in your life, or stand by your roadside and watch you walk for a while, and some will stay in your days. Spend some beautiful seasons with you.

I have listened to Jacky Cheung's "The Passenger". Many years ago I listened to it many times with great fondness, but many years later all I forgot was only the vague title of the song, and I couldn’t even find the original familiar melody no matter how hard I searched. Suddenly I felt panic, and the panic was mixed with loss.

There are often some things in life, and we always feel that the things in front of us are very familiar inadvertently. If we think about it carefully, they seem to have stayed in our lives; they seem to have bloomed in our lives; It seems that it has sung in our lives, but it seems far away from us, very vague, and difficult to distinguish.

Some things, some people, some passers-by.

There are such passers-by in my life world. They will always imprint their beauty in my memory, allowing me to miss and miss them while walking through life.

There is someone who comforts me in my sad days, sends me joy and laughter, supports me when I am lonely and helpless, and accompanies me to move firmly to another realm of life.

Someone sowed the seeds of hope in my pure and simple heart, allowing me to realize my life dreams with confidence.

Someone, when my sky is dark, becomes the embellishment of my life, fills my life with sunshine, and plants a green shade in my heart.

They, my relatives, my friends, my parents, my mentors, my lovers, are all passers-by in my life. They carry their shadows on me and make me smart. Make me lovable, make me kind, make me mature, make me strong. With what they have given me, I will work tirelessly to achieve perfection in my life.

Walking through a piece of land, I will sow seeds here, water and fertilize diligently, and I will make this place full of fruits. After a period of time, I will make the day full and happy, and I will try my best to make the people around me feel the sunshine. As the seasons pass, I will let people around me feel the fragrance of spring flowers, the beauty of summer, the maturity of autumn, and the romance of winter.

You and he may have become passers-by in my life, and maybe we will get to know each other and meet each other in the days to come. Let us keep beautiful memories together, let us wait silently, care for each other, and let us always have the same clouds and breeze.

The heaven and earth are long, passers-by are in a hurry, the world is rolling, and there is a time to gather and disperse. I vaguely remember Ye Qianwen singing loudly in "A Chic Walk" more than ten years ago. More than ten years later, the world is still leisurely, passers-by are still in a hurry, and the world is still rolling, but gatherings and separations are still unpredictable. One village, one year after another.

Passenger, what words should be used to interpret it. Is it true that everyone who passes by is a guest, or that everyone who comes and goes is a fault. We are wandering, we are wandering, we are driving from one station to the next station, and from the next station to the unknown station. We are constantly going back and forth on the ladder of life, floating here and there. We need passers-by and we cannot live without them. Passer-by, I am your passer-by, you are my passer-by. In the passing moment, our lives are like flowing water leaving this shore and arriving at the other shore, silently but clinking all the way.

When we reach the end of our lives and can no longer do anything, we will happily give life a bright smile.