We write on the road.

In daily study, work or life, everyone has been exposed to composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following is my collection of essays on our way, hoping to help everyone.

We wrote 1 how cruel life is, how strong you should be. Life is an eternal competition. Struggle is the only way out.

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White clouds and blue sky, like patches of sails, covered with blue sea; Green water and green mountains are like a wonderful pen, Dan Qing. In this poetic environment, there is an extraordinary you and a different world. Maybe we haven't been together for a long time, one day, one month and one year, but we all remember the time that Chrome spent with you. The joys and sorrows it brought us have long been sealed in our memories, and when we aftertaste, there will still be a deep smile on our lips.

Life is a process, not a destination. Yes, you have taught us a lot and taught us to struggle and pursue. At the same time, you are a land with dreams and love, so that we can have dreams and experience love in our light life. I remember someone said, "It is better to light candles, solve problems bravely and face life with a smile than to curse the darkness." In the days with you, I am always full of enterprising enthusiasm and countless silent love, guiding us to walk on the right path, enjoying the process and giving people a deep sense of belonging. We say, we are happy because we are on the road, walking with you.

Because we are on the road, leaving a lot of scenery behind us; Because we are on the road, we have learned to keep fighting; Because we are on the road, we have more processes; Because we are on the road, we work hard and we are happy. Perhaps, what we left you is just a mark, just like a mark left on the beach when the boat ran aground on the shore, which will gradually fade after the storm. But we have no regrets, after all, the road you left us is still longer.

We can't interpret you with colorful and complicated richness. After all, we know too little, too little. We can simply tell the world your goodness, but we can't analyze and judge you.

Along the way, there were many scenery. People who run on the road in pursuit of dreams are brave and beautiful at the same time. God can't guarantee that there will be miracles in the sky. As this short poem says, "How cruel life is, how strong you should be. Life is an eternal competition, and struggle is the only way out. " We are on the road, walking all the time.

If I say, let me describe you in our hearts in a paragraph, I will use this poem by Zhang Zhengjun: "Take advantage of the situation to write poems, play tricks, and hold up half the sky and half the sky." A piece of Dan Xin rewards ambition and swings the ancestral family business. Famous teachers gather, big names are invited, and the strings and drums are sonorous. The spring breeze melts the rain, and many heroes are born.

Dare to call the legend of the female Xia, recreate the immortal, and make up for the sky. It is even more powerful to cast a heavy hammer and play the east. It is a century-old elegance and a myriad of peaches and plums. The good news is that the snow is flying, the population is thriving, and then the eaves are flying over the wall. "

There are us along the way, and we are happy because we are on the road.

Many things are like this on the road, and they have quietly become a thing of the past when you inadvertently. In the meantime, it's time to erase the memory and reappear! Maybe life is like this. Every morning, I face the first sunshine, take the first breath of air, stretch myself, and then say to myself, Come on! Cheer up! Work hard! Work hard! Try harder!

So, we started a new day of struggle and struggle. Looking at the cars and busy people coming and going on the road, we can also find our own shadow in them, because we are all the same, working hard and learning ... whether you are a cleaner working for an unknown city or an entrepreneur struggling in the business world, on this day, we all aim at one goal, that is, to do our own thing well and get our own reward.

At work, in life, in study ... we will encounter sudden blows or difficulties, but in the face of these setbacks, we can vent our grievances for a while or find a corner to cry. Who says men should not cry lightly? We are all mortals! Yes, if you want to cry, you can cry, just like when we laugh Similarly, after venting, we will still start again, or we will be on the road! All the time, all the time! Go that way! Go straight ahead!

Lonely sunset, hazy neon lights! We will walk home with a tired body, and in the street, we will leave the shadow of that person, which is a kind of life, an interpretation of life, and a mark of years! I believe it will always be like this, because we have been walking on the road!

We wrote composition 3 on the way. Lin Yutang said, "We are not permanent tenants of this world, but passers-by." This really hit the nail on the head.

We just run on the road or clap our hands on the side of the road. In that case, why don't we do whatever we want with nothing in our hearts?

We're all just on the road. Others, like ourselves, are travelers. Why should we be stingy with our applause instead of rejoicing in the amazement of others? There is no limit in Liu Xiang's heart, because he ran to 12.87 seconds to tie the record with applause; There is nothing impossible in Djokovic's dictionary. He entered the clay court final with the praise of everyone. Durant's humble soul has a proud fighting spirit, just because the surrounding mountains cheer like a tsunami. Of course, Zhang Lili, the most beautiful teacher, risked his life to save his students. Wu Bin, the most beautiful driver, saved other people's lives in 76 seconds. What can we do for them? Let's cheer for them! Sitting on their roadside, admiring and clapping. This is a matter of course, but also spontaneous.

But why not clap on the side of the road? The German philosopher Heidegger said, "The world is only meaningful for your existence." The existence of human beings is the real essence of human beings. Without people, everything else would be meaningless. There may be people like you and me in our life. You are outspoken, I am introverted, and we are all very talented. You let everyone know that trophies are coming one after another, so you are above; I stick to my personality, live in the city, drink occasionally and travel occasionally. Over time, you asked me why I couldn't find anyone to drink and travel with. Actually, did you see it when I was sitting on the side of the road clapping for you? In fact, this world is not only meaningful to oneself, but also meaningful to others, people who run on the road and rest on the roadside.

On the way, we wrote four "We are not permanent guest rooms in this world, just passers-by".

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The length of life can't be compared with numbers. On this road. Each of us is trying to bloom our own wonderful. On this road, we cried, laughed and stumbled ... on this road, on this road, we have been persistent in advancing and chasing. Sometimes I look up at the sky and see birds flying by, and I can't help thinking: Should I really keep going?

We are just on the road, stop and go. In my eyes, life is not just a walk, but also a stop to create momentum for yourself and applaud others. Sometimes we just walk and run on the road, thinking that this is the only pursuit of life. Luxury represents wealth, cleanliness represents quality, and we want to be spiritual aristocrats. Just because you have a flamboyant personality and I am introverted doesn't mean that I am thousands of miles away from you. We are all very talented, aren't we?

When we are tired and tired on the stage, why not go down the steps and applaud others? This is a kind of calmness and grace that has experienced vicissitudes. Too bright light will make people lose their way, and walking blindly will make people tired.

This is not so much mediocrity as a higher attitude towards life. Follow the soul and cultivate an indifferent and noble soul. The road ahead is long. Don't be stubborn when walking, learn to capture the advantages of others, applaud and appreciate. Learn to cultivate a pair of eyes to discover beauty.

Everyone walks on his own road, but he always finds himself on the roadside of others. What's the difference between a road and a roadside? In an instant, the position changed. No matter what stage we are in life, we should try our best to walk, run, clap our hands and do whatever we want.

Believe in yourself, the future sunshine will be brilliant for us. Let us walk on the road of life without being bound by others, and learn to appreciate and understand beauty from it.

We write on the road and go to Qiu Lai in summer, counting the youth flowing in the gap. I grabbed something and occasionally lost something.

After the reorganization of liberal arts in senior three, I left my familiar classroom and classmates and was led to Class 34 by the thread of fate. I don't know whether it is lucky or unlucky to come to this class. I only know that when everything is a foregone conclusion, I have to choose to accept it calmly, like it slowly, and give myself a reason to insist.

As the night slowly falls, I am alone, lying on the lawn by the campus lake, looking at the stars, "like pearls of all sizes pouring on a plate of jade". The stars in the sky are the shadows of flowers on the ground, quietly decorating my truly beautiful dreams. Think of those past lives, those flowers, those stories. At the fork in the road where we went through placement, we had the dream of a China pound and worked hard.

How ambitious I was when I was a child. Laughing and laughing, waving and cursing, pointing out the mountains and rivers, and rhetoric. If you don't go to Peking University, you won't go to the unnamed lake. However, this dream, like a beautiful kite, has been grazing in my heart for six years, but in the end, in the strong headwind formed by dream and reality, I still let go of the thread I held in my hand.

A strange weed (a symbol of negative pessimism) grows in my heart like a raging fire. It is a shade-loving plant, which does not need nutrients and spreads wantonly. It's only been a summer, and my heart is firmly entangled, as if it were poisoned.

The Greek philosopher Socrates once told his disciples that the best way to eliminate weeds is to plant crops.

I began to get busy, weeding, digging and plowing. "Sowing personality, harvesting habits; Sowing habit, harvesting behavior; Sowing behavior, harvesting morality; Sow morality and harvest life. "

Kerouac said in On the Road: "I am still young. I am eager to hit the road. I am pursuing my original dream with my initial passion. We are on the road ... "

We are on the road, all the way up. Even without a rainbow, we still have a smile.

We wrote on the road for six nights, which was very deep. The car bumped along the winding path. The passengers crowded into the small carriage, jumping up and down with the bumpy body. The dim headlights in front of the car struggled to find the way, and how many pairs of distant eyes merged into the dim light.

Merchant xiangyin

This car is crowded with all kinds of people. He attracted me. Valuable watches, exquisite clothes and brand-new mobile phones all show his identity. Perhaps, he is a successful businessman, and he is all-powerful in the battlefield without smoke. At the moment, he took off his shoes, sat cross-legged and chatted with his neighbors in a standard local accent. Speaking of excitement, he blushed like a child. I was moved at once: no matter how successful you are, there is always a concern that you can't give up. His hometown is his root, and only here can he put down his baggage, take off all his masks, laugh or cry unscrupulously, and show his true colors-this is the place where he returns to nature.

Student Meng Xiang

There is a student in school uniform sitting in the corner of the carriage. The light shone on her sleeping face, reflecting her little smile. What did she dream? In that dream, there must be delicious chicken soup served by my mother, camphor planted by myself in the yard, and yellow dog wagging its tail when I see her at home ... Are they all right? Leaving home is painful. I can't forget the scene of my family rushing around to make up tuition fees after I got the admission notice, and I can't forget the instructions from my grandparents and parents before I left ... On a starry night, watching the neon of the city, she suddenly remembered the moonlight in her hometown, and the melancholy scattered all over the place ... Near, near, I will return to the most beautiful place in my memory! I am going back to my warm home! A traveler is closest to home in his dream.

A girl's lie

"Mom, the company is too busy to go back this year!"

"... oh, oh, ok, pay attention to your health. It's very cold. We need to put on more clothes. We're all fine! "

Hung up the phone and saw me with a surprised face. She said, "I want to surprise my mother!" " "Her face is full of happiness and an overflowing smile. I don't know how long it took, but I heard her say softly, "I'm so homesick!" " "I turned my head and saw a photo lying quietly on her mobile phone screen. This is a kind old man. A strange city, struggling with the dream of an elephant, has been crushed into an ant tribe by reality. But we are not afraid, because we know that there is such a place, no matter how down and out, she will not abandon us. When we were young and frivolous, we all wanted to escape from this place so much, but once we really left, we found that no matter how far away we were, we couldn't go out because our hearts had been completely given to her-this is home!

No matter how deep the night is, no matter how bumpy the journey is, no matter how tired you and I are, at this moment, in this dark night, we are not alone, because you are waiting; We are full of joy, because we are getting closer and closer to home on the road. ...

We wrote on the road 7 "I have been on the road and have many dreams in my heart. The future is about to shine. " We sing like senior three. Once upon a time, we entered the third year of high school with fresh dreams, strengthened our unchanging beliefs, fought for the third year of high school, and harvested the third year with ardent expectations.

Now, on the way to the college entrance examination, do we start to slow down and blur our dreams in the boring time of senior three? However, the reality will not be cruel because of our slackness, and the college entrance examination will not be delayed because of our stagnation. Everything that should be borne will come as scheduled. Then, instead of letting time drift away in a daze and maintaining an empty youth, it is better to try it for the sake of senior three, for the sake of ideals and for the future.

I have always admired a liberal arts student who won the college entrance examination, but I can also be full of fighting spirit and make up my mind to be admitted to Fudan. I fought my way with blood and tears, and finally Peking University sided with her. We admire her success and brilliance, but we must know that the flowers of success are watered with sweat.

Senior three, travel, online shopping, love, all the things that once made her crazy love were reluctantly abandoned by her; In order to move forward, she accepted all the boring life of senior three honestly, quietly and quietly. In order to succeed, she is willing to be a thinking bookworm and has made more than 300 sets of test papers without stopping. Except for six hours of sleep, she is always studying. She said, "I am not a child of God or a genius. My method is to put forward sea tactics and constantly sum up and reflect. "

This is someone else's senior year, and others are hysterical for success. So how are we going to spend our senior year?

Everything, before it comes, is still a variable, a variable that depends on the present. The situation is grim, the reality is skinny, but the ideal can still be full. Because ideal is not equal to reality. Reality needs us to be practical, calm and quiet. Ideal is different, it needs passion and ambition, which is the height we need to jump desperately, not the satisfaction of the status quo. It is the driving force of our progress, not a pale description of reality.

Churchill said: "There are three secrets to my success: I will never give up, I will never, never give up, I will never, never, never give up." The power of persistence is terrible. In the third year of high school, you need to get up early and be greedy for the dark, and play the role of one minute to ten times a day. Get up early, walk alone in the dark campus, walk into the classroom, turn on the light, and sit down to read. If you persist in this way, I believe even you will be moved to tears by your perseverance!

But perhaps, our persistence will fail, and there will be times when we lose courage, but we still have to persist. What if you fail and fall? Instead of sitting in the same place crying and licking the wound, it is better to stand up bravely and continue running.

Finally, please remember that we are not alone on our way forward. Teachers, classmates and parents are accompanying us in their own way. Go ahead with gratitude! If one day, you look at your parents' busy and aging back, tears will come to your eyes, and gratitude will turn into strength and push us forward.

We neglected too much in the short senior three; Not far away in June, the outline has also been clear. How can we adapt to the severe situation? There's no choice but to take the last shot!

We're on our way. When we are on the road, you will find that the road is happy.

Every night, when fighting in the book sea Shan Ye, my mother will add water to me every hour. When I was busy, my mother came and left quietly, leaving only fragrant teas. When I rest with my head up, my mother always tells me something interesting. With the fragrance of milk tea, a warm current of love came to my heart, and what I felt at that time was happiness. For the sake of my mother's hard work, I study hard just to live up to your hopes for me.

Unconsciously, I have entered the study life of Grade Three. I really want to get rid of that pile of homework, but the fierce competition tells me that I can't do it. I must be more determined. I am not alone when I study. Here, I have good friends and family that will never change. They are my wealth. I think I should cherish it more. I am satisfied to have their company along the way.

We are on the road, with twists and turns, ups and downs, and tears-jerking joy. Let me turn from the tender leaves on the cliff into a tree in the sky, whistling in the wind, firm and strong.

This road is a song written with deep and shallow footprints; Language filled with actions; A tone determined by pride and passion; It is the loudest and most distinctive song in life. The theme of the ballad is: colorful altar, warm and cold feelings, ups and downs, rich feelings.

We're on our way. 9 In the future, we are on the road!

Road, never stop, go forward.

Childhood is deeply rooted in the fields, accompanied by faint grass fragrance and curling smoke. That young time has long been forgotten, and now I can only look at the photos and think back. I often run barefoot into this room and that room, and my dirty feet have a unique smell of earth. In the evening, when Grandpa comes back, I will happily climb on his huge bike and sit on the front bumper. Black cars ride on uneven brick roads and stagger through many sunsets like blood dusk. The red brick road protrudes from the middle, with rows of low houses on one side and green grass on the other. Walking on this road with no end in sight, I grew up slowly.

On the mixed road of childhood, there was the noise of crowded people and the whistle of Didi. Before I went to school, I lived in a small town. There was a cement road, and there were endless trucks passing by every day. Sometimes I go to the city to play, get on an old bus and drive on a straight road, and suddenly I am full of expectations for my future life.

The memories of teenagers are deposited in winding alleys, accompanied by the conversation of partners and the frolicking like children. The school is close to home and passes through winding alleys every day. On the high walls on both sides of the alley, there are occasional green bodies and pieces of creepers. Later, gray cement roads were built in front of every household, and the spacious roads were paved with asphalt. Friends in the neighborhood walk together every day, step on winding paths, and walk through one spring and autumn after another in hearty laughter and chat.

Later, I came to a bigger city and saw a wider world. Tall buildings have sprung up, and the traffic on the road is woven, which is brand-new compared with the past. In my life, the face of the motherland has changed with each passing day in just over ten years. From potholed brick roads and gravel roads to cement roads and then to asphalt roads; From narrow paths to long winding alleys to wider roads; From simple brick houses to groups of small houses to rows of high-rise buildings, it is an unparalleled proof of the great changes in hometown and the increasingly modern face of the motherland.

There is no endless road in the world, because the road is always advancing, widening, becoming beautiful, constantly extending forward, reaching into the future that we can't detect, and reaching into the misty distance. I don't know what the future road will be like, let alone what we will be like in the future, but I, my hometown, my motherland, we are still moving forward bravely.

In the future, we are on the road!

We wrote 10 on the way. As the saying goes, "Read thousands of books and take Wan Li Road". Everyone has been asking for books since childhood, but not everyone has the opportunity to visit Wan Li Road. No, at the beginning of the year, the little reporter's studio organized the first winter camp-South Korea's gathering activities, and fifteen of us embarked on a long-awaited trip to South Korea!

At 4: 30 in the morning, the bus set off on time with everyone's travel dreams. The 15 reporters on the bus came from various schools in the city, and they didn't have many opportunities to deal with each other on weekdays, but they got together through organizations like the reporter's studio, and everyone soon got to know each other. Talking and laughing, teasing each other. Everyone's eyes are full of joy and expectation, and I can't wait to show my voice and shout out my happiness and happiness. Inadvertently looking at the scenery outside the window, trees, flowers, grass … everything feels so beautiful! Everyone seems to be smiling at me.

Soon, I made some good friends in the car. They are friendly and their names are interesting. They are "little lemons, little beards and little mangoes". In order to be friendly and easy to call, I also gave myself a stage name "Xiao Guozhen". Several good friends get together, not to mention how happy they are: huddle together to make faces, take pictures and play the computer game "The Great Escape"-this is our common hobby, which is really exciting and fun! We had a good time.

Unconsciously, we arrived in Lianyungang. After the trip, we set foot on an exclusive Italian cruise to South Korea and ate Chinese food on the cruise. The food was delicious and left us with endless aftertaste. Because it is far from Korea, we stayed on the cruise for a long time. Of course, it also means that we have enough time to play, just watching us bounce and cheer ... like a happy and free bird just released from a cage, our joy is everywhere in the corner. Before going to bed at night, several of our good friends had a "pillow fight" and slept soundly.

The ship continued to sail, and the next morning, because of the strong wind at sea, everyone was uncomfortable-seasickness, very uncomfortable, but we all overcame ourselves and found a cure-closing our eyes and lying in bed chatting ... it was really warm and comfortable! I fell asleep while chatting. When I woke up, it was almost afternoon when I arrived at my destination. Everyone is in a good mood. Let's meet in the canteen to buy some fruits and enjoy the sea view while eating. That's called "sweet" in my heart!

Travel, we are on the road, really happy and happy!