The composition "Walking on the way home from school" is 400 words.

I am a playful child who likes to walk home from school while playing.

Walking home from school, I am free. Sometimes, I play with butterflies; Sometimes I dance with dragonfly; Sometimes, I race with birds.

Walking on the way home from school, I can learn from my grandparents, bow my back and move forward slowly step by step; You can also stumble forward like a big penguin; You can also wriggle around like a fashion girl.

On my way home from school, I like to play games with floor tiles. Red tiles are a sea of fire, blue tiles are the sea, yellow tiles are mudslides, and only black or white tiles are safe islands. I squinted at one eye and jumped around on one leg. Also make sure that you can jump into the "safety island" at every step, and never jump into the "danger zone".

On the way home from school, I often see bad scenes: someone throws confetti everywhere; Someone spits everywhere; There are also some naughty boys rocking small trees from side to side.

Once, I saw an aunt taking a little boy under two years old to the flowers to strip him of urine. What a shameful act! Such a young child has developed the habit of defecating everywhere. What should he do when he grows up? Through this experience, I realized the pain of Mother Earth more deeply. Walking on the way home from school, I understand a great truth: protecting the environment means protecting our own home!

I like walking on my way home from school. I will never forget this road, because it can wash away my troubles all day and make me extremely happy!

What happened on the way home from school 400 words What happened on the street I am a playful child and like to walk on the way home from school while playing.

Walking home from school, I am free.

Sometimes, I play with butterflies; Sometimes I dance with dragonfly; Sometimes, I race with birds.

Walking on the way home from school, I can learn from my grandparents, bow my back and move forward slowly step by step; You can also stumble forward like a big penguin; You can also wriggle around like a fashion girl.

On my way home from school, I like to play games with floor tiles.

Red tiles are a sea of fire, blue tiles are the sea, yellow tiles are mudslides, and only black or white tiles are safe islands.

I squinted at one eye and jumped around on one leg.

Also make sure that you can jump into the "safety island" at every step, and never jump into the "danger zone".

On the way home from school, I often see bad scenes: someone throws confetti everywhere; Someone spits everywhere; There are also some naughty boys rocking small trees from side to side.

Once, I saw an aunt take a little boy under two years old to the flowers and take off his urine. What a shameful act! Such a young child has developed the habit of defecating everywhere. What should he do when he grows up? Through this experience, I realized the pain of Mother Earth more deeply.

Walking on the way home from school, I understand a great truth: protecting the environment means protecting our own home! I like walking on my way home from school. I will never forget this road, because it can wash away my troubles all day and make me extremely happy!

There are 450 words in the composition on the way to school. Crisp * * * rings happily, as if it were a call to fight for freedom. Students are like birds walking out of the classroom, talking and laughing with colorful schoolbags on their backs, skipping towards home.

I followed the team out of the school, and the air outside swept a little damp. When I walked to the side of the road, the students went home together in three ways.

I sighed with relief and went home with my good friend.

The grass around has just been baptized by sprinklers.

Like wearing a crystal necklace.

Small flowers are hidden in the shade, and only a small head is exposed. They are small, but charming.

The pink building stands on both sides like a guardian goddess, and the puddle on the cement road is her most exquisite mirror.

The grass on both sides grows together to form a green picture scroll, and the willows are graceful and moving under the wind.

Walking on this fragrant road seems to be a silent enjoyment, which can't help but make me think deeply. On the way home from school, I still have my laughter.

The wind speed is so uniform.

Fast, not too fast: slow, not too slow.

It's just a gentle and slow feeling, with a fragrant wind of water texture and a wind of inner beauty.

This road has accompanied me for four years. When I saw it, there was only warmth in my heart. Four years later, it is still gentle and peaceful, like an immortal mother. Maybe it knows that I have grown up.

On the way home from school, the birds are singing constantly, which may be the hungry cry of birds and children, the singing of mother birds, or the birds chatting together.

Colorful reverie has given my fantasy great wings.

Walking on the way home from school, I will forget a lot of troubles. It is singing that kills them, and it is smiling that buries them.

Yes, the way home is paved with candy.

On the way home from school, I can enjoy myself slowly. When I walk to the door, the journey is over.

On the way home from school, I don't know how many things happened and how many memories I left. I have to feel it with my heart and walk quietly on my way home from school ...

On the way to school, whenever we queue up to go out after school, I will give my good friend Guo a look that only we can understand. This is our agreement: the person who leaves school first will wait for another person to go home at the gate.

Through the crowded crowd, we embarked on a happy journey today and started the conversation time on the way after school.

"Han Songshan, do you like reading?" Guo found the topic.

"Of course I like it!" I answered with a smile.

"Then why do you study?" She asked me solemnly.

This question really stumped me. After a pause of about 30 seconds, I pretended to be relaxed and replied, "Haha, you really know how to apply what you have learned. In the text you learned today, you still put me on the issue of Premier Zhou. I haven't decided yet.

""We are all in the fourth grade, not children, so this problem is worth considering.

"She suddenly became serious, not at all like the joking Guo before.

We walked side by side on the road and were silent for a while. Suddenly Guo suggested, "We each took out a piece of paper, wrote down our ideals and buried them under the big poplar trees by the roadside. How about when we grow up? " This is really a creative idea, and we both took action at once.

"What did you write?" "Ha ha ... what did you write, you tell me first?" "Why? I won't do it! Haha ... ""Let's watch it together when we grow up! " "Haha ..." On the way after school, we heard our laughter again, but this time it was bigger than before.

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I write more than 600 words on my way to school, and I will always see that person's background! I think that's the real profession-traffic police! It is obvious to all that they stand on their posts every day and every year. I don't need to say more, but who really thought about them? He always serves us, but we have no chance to experience that way of working! Open the door of your memory, do you see them standing in summer and winter, every day in the gasp and harsh noise of cars; Do you see that their skin is often sunburned in summer and blue with cold in winter? Spring and autumn should be good seasons, but there are many sandstorms! Did you hear their complaints? No, they are the protectors of our life without regrets! People who don't know them always think that they are always cold in the face of offenders, and they don't need any profound cultural knowledge, as long as they can put on airs. Perhaps more seriously, they will be afraid to go near him because of his bad words! Maybe you raised a small red flag, maybe you were taught a lesson by him for breaking the rules, and maybe there are more things that make you feel that you don't like this seemingly cold group. Although they are neither the most glorious profession in the sun, nor the beautician in the city, nor the angel of white medicine, they are indispensable in our lives, at least for now! Although they are so worth learning, I really hope that one day this industry will disappear in line 365. By then, how rich and powerful our country should be, and the quality level of the people will also reach a new level! They maintain the traffic safety in our life, and the traffic safety in our life should also be maintained by ourselves, but it takes a lot of effort and sweat to really maintain it. Since it is so difficult, start from yourself and be a good citizen who obeys the traffic rules! "Hoo-"a whistle pulled me back from the ocean of thoughts. I looked up and found that I had made a mistake, so I stepped onto the zebra crossing. Only then did I have a chance to look at him carefully. "Wearing a military uniform is so natural and unrestrained. My dark skin is inlaid with a pair of eyes ... "&&&&&&&&&&&&& &" amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp& amp

The composition is in a hurry on the way to school! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! I walked home from school for seven or eight years.

From kindergarten, primary school to junior high school, I have been carrying a heavy schoolbag home.

But after I entered middle school, I found the difference between before and now on my way to school.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, I ran to the kindergarten gate every day after school and opened my eyes to find my grandfather to take me home.

At that time, whenever grandpa saw me, he would magically take out a small box from his pocket, which contained many delicious things: chocolate, Jiajia toffee, "spicy rice crust" ... On the way home from school, whenever he saw my favorite toy, he pestered him to buy it. Grandpa can't help me. With his love for me, he always pays for them without hesitation.

At that time, I regarded the way home from school as the happiest moment of the day.

After graduating from primary school, with the growth of age, I began to go home alone.

Although grandpa's box is missing, I am surrounded by my "buddies". Everyone is laughing, laughing, shouting, and sometimes chasing and fighting, immersed in a relaxed and happy atmosphere.

At that time, I felt that the road after school was the most relaxing moment in my study life.

I broke up with my good friend in junior high school and went to Fudan No.2 Middle School, which is far from home.

I was left alone on my way home from school.

At that time, it was getting late, lights were everywhere, my stomach was empty, and my heart was even empty, as if I had lost something.

Whenever I try my best to get on the bus, when I squeeze others or step on others, I will be scolded immediately, so I want to apologize to others.

Whenever I carry a heavy schoolbag alone, I walk silently in the street.

Walking on my way home, I feel very lonely. In my mind, I keep seeing the scene on the kindergarten primary school road, dreaming of reappearance. I really miss it! On the way home from school, a thin figure walked silently in the street.

..... like a lonely goose, flying in the boundless sky ... but I deeply know that my childhood affection and childlike interest have left me with the growth of age, and I am slowly growing up to meet new challenges.

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The composition on the way after school "Oh! School is over! " The students walked out of the school gate happily one by one.

But I met a very interesting thing on my way after school-looking for ants and saving them.

That day, I walked out of the school gate happily, holding a math test paper with 98 points in it.

Suddenly, I saw a little boy holding a bottle full of mineral water, as if he were spilling something.

Before I left, I saw him carefully watering a gorgeous wild chrysanthemum. Beautiful dance is so beautiful and natural! I was about to leave when I suddenly found a small ant in a small puddle.

It looks like it wants to come out, but it can't swim. It kept swinging and running around in a hurry. What a cat on hot bricks! I thought: it must be very scared, but it can't find its parents, so it has been struggling in the water.

So, I helped the little ant find his mother near the puddle.

I looked left and right, but I couldn't find it.

At this point, the little ant is dying. What if you can't find it again? Suddenly, a good idea came to my mind.

I gently lifted the little ant to the stone edge of the puddle with my hand. When the little ant saw that he was out of danger, he quickly called for his mother.

After a while, I saw the mother of the little ant anxiously coming out of a gap and seeing her child.

I brought my mother ant to the edge of the stone by hand, and the little ant was very happy to see her.

But I accidentally fell into the water again. Now the little ant's mother is in a hurry. She was so anxious that she turned around on the stone. Seeing her anxious, I decided to help her again.

I quickly found a small stone and put it next to the little ant. However, the little ant can't climb the small stone and has been struggling by the water.

It turns out that ants can't climb anything very smooth after their feet are wet.

So, I found another rough flat chip.

At the sight of the flat sawdust, the little ant climbed up easily and was finally saved.

Mother ant looked at us happily and seemed to say, "thank you!" " Kid! "This is really a different way home!

Composition: It's really hot to walk on the way from school! It's really exciting.

As soon as school was over, I ran to the canteen on my way home from school at a sprint speed of 100 meters, holding two yuan soaked in sweat in my hand, ready to buy a bottle of coke there to drink.

I ran to the door, just trying to reach for a coke. Suddenly I saw an old man with ragged clothes and gray hair beside the canteen.

So I thought, whether to give money to the elderly or buy coke. After my fierce ideological struggle, I actually chose to buy coke.

So I gave the money to my aunt and left with an iced coke.

I enjoyed the roadside scenery while drinking cool and delicious coke. I walked slowly and a leaf hit my forehead.

At this moment, I remembered the old man just now. I think I drank coke, but I didn't feel hot. It was very comfortable. But old people are different. Sitting in the hot sun is probably thirsty and tired. It's uncomfortable, but it's comfortable.

I feel ashamed when I think about it. I think the coke in my hand is not sweet and astringent. I regret that I chose to buy coke.

At this time, the poplars on both sides of the road were rattled by the breeze, as if to make fun of me and say, "This child has no love at all."

I bowed my head in shame.

I finished my coke and gave it to an old woman who picked up bottles, hoping it would make up for my mistake.

When I got home, I didn't tell my parents about it, but recorded it on my way to school with my lyrical pen.

Walk home from school, about 300 words. I am a playful child. I like to walk home from school while playing.

Walking home from school, I am free.

Sometimes, I play with butterflies; Sometimes I dance with dragonfly; Sometimes, I race with birds.

Walking on the way home from school, I can learn from my grandparents, bow my back and move forward slowly step by step; You can also stumble forward like a big penguin; You can also wriggle around like a fashion girl.

On my way home from school, I like to play games with floor tiles.

Red tiles are a sea of fire, blue tiles are the sea, yellow tiles are mudslides, and only black or white tiles are safe islands.

I squinted at one eye and jumped around on one leg.

Also make sure that you can jump into the "safety island" at every step, and never jump into the "danger zone".

On the way home from school, I often see bad scenes: someone throws confetti everywhere; Someone spits everywhere; There are also some naughty boys rocking small trees from side to side.

Once, I saw an aunt taking a little boy under two years old to the flowers to strip him of urine. What a shameful act! Such a young child has developed the habit of defecating everywhere. What should he do when he grows up? Through this experience, I realized the pain of Mother Earth more deeply.

Walking on the way home from school, I understand a great truth: protecting the environment means protecting our own home! I like walking on my way home from school. I will never forget this road, because it can wash away my troubles all day and make me extremely happy!

Composition: Every day on the way to school, people on both sides of the road sell vegetables, fruits and colorful goods.

Vendors shout loudly, passers-by bargain with vendors, and the horns of bicycles and cars form a symphony with distinct rhythm.

After school that day, I walked on this familiar road again, accompanied by that loud melody, thinking that the intense study of the day was finally over, and my mood became particularly relaxed, and I strode home.

Suddenly, I saw a large group of people around a booth. I pushed forward out of curiosity.

I stood on tiptoe and craned my neck to look at the crowd. I saw a middle-aged woman holding a bag of tomatoes in her left hand and a spring scale in her right hand. A bag of big strawberries was hooked under the scale and shouted at the crowd, "Look, everyone, this strawberry is not a catty, but it is obviously eight taels."

He denied that he was underweight.

The vendor standing next to him grabbed handfuls of strawberries and threw them on his scale. He shouted without showing weakness: "Take a good look, is a kilo high?".

"Aunt stare big eyes, leaned down and carefully looked at the vendor's scale, muttering to herself:" No, my scale is obviously eight taels.

The peddler shouted impatiently, "What kind of broken scale is that?" You should have thrown it away long ago.

""This is two Jin of tomatoes I just bought. You see, my standards are not bad at all.

"Said which aunt hung tomatoes on her spring scale.

The vendor was anxious: "I don't want to sell, I don't want to sell."

"He said, pushing the aunt to the crowd.

Everyone on the sidelines is talking.

It suddenly occurred to me that in physics class a few days ago, when the teacher was talking about the principle of leverage, he told us that some unscrupulous traders tampered with the scales in order to make money, and put magnets under the scales when people were not paying attention, so that things of eight taels turned into a catty.

"Do you dare to show everyone your scale?" I don't know where I got the courage, I said loudly to the vendor.

People responded to me.

As soon as the peddler heard that everyone was going to check his scale, he immediately let go of his aunt, jumped on his scale in a hurry, angrily pushed up the car and ran away despondently.

The onlookers gave me an approving look.

Walking on the way after school, the sky is so blue and birds sing for me. I couldn't help laughing. ...

Picking up garbage One day, Xiaoming ate bread on his way home from school.

The scenery here is beautiful, with trees and grass.

However, Xiao Ming threw the bread paper on the ground.

At this moment, Xiaohong came along. She picked up the bread paper and said to Xiao Ming, "Xiao Ming, pick up the garbage." One day, Xiaoming was eating bread on his way home from school.

The scenery here is beautiful, with trees and grass.

However, Xiao Ming threw the bread paper on the ground.

At this moment, Xiaohong came along. She picked up the bread paper and said to Xiao Ming, "Xiao Ming, you can't throw rubbish casually in the future." Caring for the environment is everyone's responsibility.

"Xiao Ming said shamefully," I won't throw garbage casually next time.

This incident made me understand a truth: everyone is responsible for protecting the environment.

You can't just throw garbage in the future. Caring for the environment is everyone's responsibility.

"Xiao Ming said shamefully," I won't throw garbage casually next time.

This incident made me understand a truth: everyone is responsible for protecting the environment.

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