Composition "Walking on the Way Home" 800 words

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One day, The weather was clear, and the fireball-like sun hung high in the sky, burning the earth and scorching the face. Wisps of white clouds were floating in the sky. Some white clouds are like little white rabbits grazing in the sky; some white clouds are like little sheep grazing in the sky; some white clouds are like birds flying in the sky.

After school, the lovely Dongdong ran happily on the way home. There was a piece of watermelon rind on the roadside, but Dongdong didn't see it. He stepped on it, swayed, and fell to the ground with a "thud".

The naughty Xiaojun happened to be passing by here. He couldn't help laughing when he saw this "wonderful scene" and shouted: "Everyone, come and see! Zhu Bajie slipped!" Dongdong was originally The fall was very painful. Seeing Xiaojun laughing at himself like this, I couldn't help but cry "Wow".

At this time, Xiao Ming, a sixth grader who was humming a song and walking on his way home, was attracted by Xiao Junru’s old hen’s “clucking” laughter and Dongdong’s “whining” cries. I came over and was very angry when I saw the prank-loving Xiaojun bullying his classmates like this. He quickly stepped forward to help Dongdong, who fell down from the watermelon rind, and asked kindly: "Little brother, does it hurt from the fall?" The sad Dongdong was as happy as seeing his own brother when he saw Xiao Ming caring about him like this. She said in a delicate voice: "It hurts!".

Xiao Ming happily said to Dongdong: "Come on, brother, pat the soil for you. Don't rub your eyes with dirty hands. You will get trachoma. Brother, let's take you to wash up!" Said, while patting the soil on Dongdong's body.

After Xiao Ming took Dongdong to the roadside bathroom to clean himself, he said softly to Dongdong: "Brother, please take you home!" "Thank you, brother!" Dongdong agreed excitedly. Madoka's face returned to its original excitement, and her innocent smile appeared again. They held hands, talked, and ran away laughing.

Poor Xiaojun looked at their backs and felt very ashamed. Blushing, he lowered his head to pick up the watermelon rind and put it into the peel box.

This incident tells us that we should respect others and help others.

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The moonlight is bright and clear, like shining white silk, filled with tranquility and serenity. Walking on this path, I thought of what just happened again, and it came to my mind again.

"Fangfang, why didn't you do well in the exam? You only scored over 50 points, but you still failed?" My mother's words rang in my ears, and I sounded unhappy. It was not easy to have a Sunday Maybe I was taken away by this nagging, so I muttered in my heart: If you have the ability, you come and take the test. I am not as smart as you, and it was all your child. Why don’t I want to go to school?

"Why don't you review your homework? How many times have you read that comic book? You want to bring glory to us!" Mom's tone became serious, and I threw the book heavily on the ground, coldly He said: "If you have the ability, you can take the exam. I won't study for you anymore." After saying this, he walked out of the house angrily.

Walking on this narrow road, the moonlight was as clear as water, and my heart suddenly sobered up. I remember that it was also a moonlit night. My mother taught me to learn from Li Bai's "Silent Night", "Look up at the bright moon, lower your head." "I miss my hometown" and told me the mythical story of Chang'e flying to the moon, which made me have a wish to fly to the sky since I was a child. Now that I have grown up, my mother's hands have become rough and the wrinkles on her face have increased, but my words with my mother have changed. Missing it, the moment I left the house, my mother was stunned. She didn’t know where her hands were, her face was pale, and she stood there stiffly, motionless.

As we walked further, the night got deeper, and my body felt a little chilly. I felt like dewdrops dripping on my hands. I blew my hands with a sigh of relief. It was so warm. It would be great if my mother was by my side. , in the dead of night, my mother accompanies me to study. She sits next to me and picks up the soles of my shoes. Sometimes she makes me a bowl of hot dumplings and a warm water bag to warm my hands in winter...

I thought of this , tears flowed down unknowingly, "Don't give in in studies!" was my vow. Thinking of the previous certificates, I should make my mother smile. A long and light fragrance floated, it was the sweet-scented osmanthus blooming, " Use it to accept the cold touch and look for the familiar Feng Shui. "What a beautiful poem. How can I make my mother cry during this Mid-Autumn Festival reunion?" I should prepare coke and moon cakes and relive childhood stories with my mother.

The moonlight is still so bright, like shining white silk, filled with tranquility and peace. Under the moonlight, a mother and daughter make a wish to the sky.

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Walking on the way home from school is a very common thing , we have to experience this every day. But I think it is very meaningful, because many things happened on the way to school, and one of them is still unforgettable to me.

I remember one day, the school bell rang, and the students rushed out of the school gates like little birds and embarked on their own way home. I walked happily on the road, humming a little tune and thinking about interesting things in school.

I saw many classmates going to the small supermarket to buy some snacks. Seeing this scene, my stomach screamed with dissatisfaction. I couldn't resist the temptation and bought a bag. After eating it, my belly smiled with satisfaction. When I got home for dinner, I felt full after taking two bites. My mother asked me strangely: "You usually eat a lot, why did you eat so little today?" I told my mother the truth, but she didn't say anything. Instead, I told me kindly: "Snacks in small supermarkets outside are bad for your health. Don't buy them there." I kept my mother's words firmly in my heart.

The next day, on the way home from school, I saw the vendors selling things were still there, and there were still many classmates buying them. I watched them eating so deliciously! I really wanted to buy another bag, but when I thought of what my mother said, I resisted the temptation. I didn't buy it and walked home reluctantly. But I feel very happy in my heart because I defeated myself!

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□ Evening News reporter Du Xin, intern Jiang Yunchen

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Interviewee: Niu Cuili, a 20-year-old Guangzhou migrant worker. Way of returning home: train + car＼

Yesterday at 10 am Xu, at Huaiyang West Bus Station, Niu Cuili got off a passenger bus with a smile on her face (picture below). Although she had ridden in trains and buses for 17 hours, she didn't feel tired at all. "It feels so good to be home!" Niu Cuili told reporters that she came back from Guangzhou. "I arrived home in less than a day. The ride has been pretty smooth this year.

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Niu Cuili is from Leicaolou Village, Xinzhan Town, Huaiyang County. She went to work in Guangzhou when she was 17 years old. She worked there for 3 years. This year, she worked as a salesperson in a cake shop. She is usually very busy and has been working for a long time. She has not been home for the New Year. She told reporters that at this time in previous years, she was both excited and worried. She was excited about being able to go home for the New Year, but worried about the crowds during the Spring Festival. But this year she felt that transportation was much more convenient than in previous years. She asked her brother to go to Guangzhou Railway Station to buy tickets 10 days in advance. "Everything went smoothly. I got on the train in Guangzhou at 4:06 pm on the 18th and arrived in Luohe at 7:35 this morning. At the train station, I got on the bus from Luohe to Huaiyang at 7:50, and arrived in Huaiyang at 10:00, which was pretty fast. Niu Cuili said that her return was not so smooth in the past two years. She had to ride on the bus all night and transfer twice. "The transportation is getting more and more convenient now. I no longer have to worry about going home in the future!" ”

It doesn’t take a day to drive back to Guangzhou

It’s not too hard to transfer 5 times

Get home easily at high speed

□ Evening News reporter Hou National Defense

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Interviewee: Yue Feng, a 22-year-old non-commissioned officer of a certain unit in Jiamusi, Heilongjiang Province of the People's Liberation Army

How to return home: car + train

At around 11 a.m. on January 19, A bus from Shangqiu to Luyi slowly drove into the Luyi County bus station. Amidst the rush of people, a young man wearing camouflage uniforms finally got off the bus. This young man was named Yue Feng, who was returning to Luyi to visit relatives. < /p>

Yue Feng, who has been in the army for three years, is now a non-commissioned officer in the army. A few days ago, the head of the army granted him more than 20 days of family leave. In order to return to his hometown after three years of absence, Yue Feng made arrangements in advance. A few days ago, I bought a train ticket from Harbin to Zhengzhou at a sales point in Jiamusi city. “I left the army on the afternoon of the 16th. After arriving in Jiamusi City by bus that afternoon, I transferred to a passenger bus to Harbin. It took nearly 30 hours to take a train from Harbin to Zhengzhou.

After that, we took a train from Zhengzhou to Shangqiu, and from Shangqiu we took a bus back to Luyi. I changed trains *** 5 times along the way. "Talking about his feelings on this trip to visit relatives, Yue Feng said with excitement that despite the bumps along the way, he was very excited because he finally returned to his hometown after a long absence. And the journey was relatively easy whether by bus or train. Smooth. In comparison, there are more passengers on the train than on the bus.

Especially on the way from Harbin to Zhengzhou, there are more passengers. Not only are the seats full, but the aisles are also full of people. "Maybe it's because I'm in love with my family. As soon as the bus entered Luyi, I felt that the driver and passengers were particularly friendly. Their service is very good. Traffic safety videos are played on the in-car TV from time to time during the journey, and the flight attendants often remind passengers getting on and off the bus to take good care of their belongings to prevent them from being stolen or forgotten, and to pay attention to safety.

□ Evening News reporter Ma Zhiwei

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Interviewee: Kong Lufeng, a 30-year-old migrant worker in Taiyuan, Shanxi

Method of returning home: car

As the saying goes, everything is good at home, but everything is difficult when going out. Kong Lufeng, who lives in Zhuzhuang, Chuanhui District, also believes in this sentence. After returning from Taiyuan for the first time, Kong Lufeng had a new feeling: "It turns out that it is not that difficult to go home. ”

Kong Lufeng, 30 years old this year. Although he has never traveled far away, he has been working as a farmer at home, but he has heard a lot about the difficulties encountered during the trip from the villagers who have returned from working outside. It was difficult to get back home during the Spring Festival. Last year, Kong Lufeng went out to Taiyuan for the first time to work in construction. Although he did a small job, he could earn more than 100 yuan a day at most.

After one year, he not only earned more. "It was easy to buy tickets at the station, and we took the expressway all the way back from Taiyuan to Shangshui. The journey was smooth. "Kong Lufeng said that after arriving at Shangshui Bus Station, he suddenly felt a strong sense of family affection. "Warmly welcome migrant workers to return home for the New Year" "Hello customers, you have had a hard journey"... Each slogan makes people feel more Feel the warmth of my hometown.

My home is in Chuanhui District, why did I get off at Shangshui? Kong Lufeng said that there are many buses from Shangshui to Zhoukou. When you arrive at Shangshui, you are in Chuanhui District. "It's so convenient to take a bus now!" At the end of the interview, Kong Lufeng, carrying his luggage, once again expressed his heartfelt emotion.

Singing songs all the way back home in a private car

Looking forward to the train arriving at your doorstep next year

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□ Evening News reporter Xu Song

Interviewee: Huang Jincheng, 44 years old, Taiyuan, Shanxi Migrant workers

How to return home: collective chartered car

“The train is very crowded and it is difficult to buy tickets at the station. It is convenient and quick to rent a car from a travel company to go home.” On the first day of the Spring Festival Transport , there is a surge of migrant workers returning home. However, the 49 migrant workers in Jizhong Town, Dancheng County did not feel the pressure of the Spring Festival at all, because they chartered a car in Shanxi to return to their hometown, watching TV, listening to music, chatting along the way, and got home happily.

Migrant worker Huang Jincheng said that returning home from the construction site every Spring Festival is a major headache. He even has to book tickets and plan his return schedule more than a month in advance. Even so, after entering the twelfth lunar month, It is also difficult to get on the bus with a ticket, and there are no seats on the bus.

Now, with the increase in wages of migrant workers, each person can get 3,600 yuan per month. In order to go home without having to suffer from traffic jams, they thought of a good way to charter a car with a travel company. Huang Jincheng did the math and found that the normal fare was 180 yuan. Although he had to pay an extra 100 yuan now, everyone had a seat, on-board TV, and tea. Migrant workers also enjoyed the treatment of "special trains."

At about 4 o'clock in the morning yesterday, a special car carrying 49 migrant workers arrived in Jizhong Town safely. Many family members of migrant workers came to pick up the car and said humorously: "You can do it! Pull a stand truck, The farmers who weighed the bricks also took special buses."

□ Evening News reporter Zhang Hongtao

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Interviewee: Zhai Zhonghua, a 41-year-old Ningbo migrant worker

Method of returning home: car

“As soon as the bus arrived in Zhoukou, I had the urge to get home as soon as possible!” At 11:40 a.m. on January 19, I just took a long-distance bus from Ningbo, Zhejiang and returned to Mazhuang Village, Zhukou Town, Taikang County. Villager Zhai Zhonghua said excitedly.

On the morning of that day, the reporter saw Zhai Zhonghua carrying large and small bags at the Taikang County State-owned Bus Station. He told reporters that he worked in a shipyard in Ningbo, Zhejiang Province. At about 11 a.m. on January 18, he and a fellow villager took a long-distance bus from Ningbo to Taikang and embarked on the journey back to his hometown.

It went smoothly at first, but when the bus reached the expressway between Ningbo and Nanjing, it couldn't move anymore. Later, he learned from a driver friend that a car in front had overturned on the side of the road and a crane was being rescued, so there was a traffic jam. Due to the cold weather and light snowfall, everyone had to sit in the carriage and wait anxiously. He and his fellow villagers waited together for five hours before the car in front started to move slowly.

Eager to go home, Zhai Zhonghua was worried about another traffic jam along the way. It was not until around 10 a.m. the next day, when the bus entered Zhoukou, that Zhai Zhonghua's worried heart fell. He took a deep breath and kept saying: "Finally home!"

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Interviewee: Yan Rujun, a 40-year-old migrant worker from Harbin, Heilongjiang

Method of returning home: train + car< /p>

At about 10 o'clock on January 19, a minibus from Shangqiu to Xiangcheng slowly parked in the courtyard of Xiangcheng Bus Station. Among the crowd, Yan Rujun's family of four, who lives in Jialing Town, Xiangcheng City, got off the bus last. "The main reason is that I don't want to be crowded anymore!" Yan Rujun said.

Yan Rujun, 40, and his wife have been engaged in waterproofing work in the ice city of Harbin for many years, and their son and daughter also go to school in Harbin. Due to the long distance and inconvenient transportation, I only go back to my hometown during the Spring Festival every year. "I have been away for a long time and I have to come back to celebrate the Spring Festival no matter what. Do you have money to go home to celebrate the New Year?" Yan Rujun said. On the morning of January 18, their family of four got on the train from Harbin to Zhengzhou. The next morning After getting off at Shangqiu Railway Station, transfer to the minibus back to Xiangcheng.

"There are not many people on the minibus, but the train is extremely crowded!" He said, and the aisles of the train were filled with migrant workers returning home for the New Year. "There's no place to put your feet. It's so crowded! There's no way, we're all going home for the New Year, so let's accommodate each other!" Yan Rujun said, although the transportation is convenient now, you have to change trains when you come back. I really hope the train can pass To the doorstep.

When he learned that the Xinluo (River) Fu (Yang) Railway would be completed and opened to traffic at the end of June this year, Yan Rujun suddenly had a smile on his face. "I hope that when I come back during the Spring Festival in 2012, I can take the train to my door." He said that if the transportation is convenient in the future, he will try to find time to come back as many times as possible to spend time with his parents at home.

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On the way home author : Anonymous Source: Unknown We spend our entire lives looking for the path to happiness. A little happiness that belongs to us. ——Inscription Home is a warm harbor built for us by our parents, a place where our hearts can take a break. No matter when and where, the door of home is always open to us and always warms us.

Sometimes, we feel that our parents cannot understand us, so much so that we are in trouble, and we always wonder why our parents are so cruel to us. At this time, we forget the little love in our hearts. It was built with the tears and sweat of my parents! We always remember the anger of our parents, but forget the happiness we once had and the happy road we walked together. Perhaps we have taken our parents' love for granted.

I once saw an article like this on Tieba: 1 year old, 2 years old... 30 years old, our parents use their little love to pay for us, and what do we give them in return? Cold stare? Bad words? Little did we know how heartbreaking this was for our parents.

You know how happy they are when they do so much for us, and they only hope that we will grow up quickly. Don't forget what you once had. What you can’t get, you should cherish even more. What's yours, don't give up. What has been lost is kept as a memory. The blue castle, the smiles of the past, the prayers of the past, and the innocent wishes.

Maybe our love is never lonely, but shooting stars will also pass away one day. Cherish the little love we have now. Every day when I come home, the light at the door is quietly on. I can understand that this is the little love given to us by our parents, waiting for us to collect it carefully and illuminate it for us on the way home.

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Walking on the way home

It was dark. It's going to rain. Walking on the way home from school, I feel like the sky, my heart seems to be pressed by a heavy stone, and I can't calm down for a long time. The scenes I just saw linger in front of my eyes...,,,,,,

I walked out of school with my sister, and a big sister handed us a leaflet. I took it and looked at it as I walked. I found that this leaflet was meaningless to me, so I threw it in the air. The leaflet floated in the wind and fell gently to the ground. At this time, I was chatting with my sister and didn't pay attention to the various waste papers on the ground.

My sister threw the leaflet in her hand to the ground again, and then I discovered the pieces of waste paper scattered on the ground, as well as piles of garbage everywhere. Flies have become regular visitors to these garbage, "visiting" in groups. Waves of stench penetrated the nostrils, and people passing by had to cover their noses, stand on tiptoes, and carefully avoid it. I also had to be careful for fear of picking up terrible germs. .

At this time, I couldn't help but tremble in my heart, remembering the scene where I just threw away the leaflet. Am I not one of the people who create this garbage? I'm ashamed of the mistakes I made.

If people were like me, wouldn't our beautiful city become a "garbage kingdom"? My heart felt like a heavy stone was weighing on me, and I felt extremely uncomfortable..."Protecting the environment is the responsibility of every citizen." I remembered the teacher's teachings again. Yes, a lot of garbage is produced every day in life. If it is not handled properly and thrown everywhere, the garbage will overflow and breed thousands of germs. The odor will penetrate people's nostrils and cause pollution. air, destroying the environment, threatening health, and the consequences are disastrous!

Walking on the way home from school, I deeply blamed myself for littering everywhere. At the same time, I also realized the profound meaning of "protecting the environment starts with me." . People, take care of the environment, start from me, start from every little thing around you. After school, my classmates and I flew out of the school gate happily like birds out of their cages. At this time, the sun was no longer as strong as at noon. Facing the cool breeze, some students were talking and laughing in twos and threes, while others bowed their heads and said nothing. They must have been criticized at school.

I was playing with the yo-yo in my hand and humming "Sour and sweet is me". I looked very comfortable. I went to a roadside shop and bought a "Mengniu Green Mood" "He ate it happily, looking more satisfied than being the president, and subconsciously threw away the ice cream paper. Suddenly, I saw several classmates helping a female cleaner to clean up the garbage on the floor. They were so focused that big beads of sweat kept rolling down their foreheads. I seemed to be struck by lightning and stayed there in a daze. Seeing them immersed in the joy of labor, I felt ashamed and immediately picked up the paper bag and joined the ranks of labor. I fully experienced the joy of labor, let the sweat moisten my whole body, and proudly enjoyed the approving glances from around me.

I walked on the familiar road home again, and I was still thinking about everything that had just happened. I deeply realized that building our harmonious and beautiful home requires each of us to start from the following points. Starting from small things, we can bring light and warmth to the whole society.

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You can choose the materials for this composition in this way: see the scenery along the way, There are also things that have been experienced, or looking back on today’s learning. . . .

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