"Walk Slowly" is a 600-word composition entitled "Walk Slowly"

Things are impermanent, things are impermanent, how fast they change. Life is like a blink of an eye, and it is full of hair in the blink of an eye. Only then did I realize how many beautiful scenery I missed along the way, but I regretted it. After all, time will not go back, years will not come back, and everything will not start from scratch.

Life is like climbing a mountain. People rush to the peak of their careers without looking at anything else. They always think that miracles and beauty are ahead, urging themselves to rotate at a high speed like a top, but they miss the sad grass and trickle. Miss the long white clouds and bright sunshine in the sky; I missed my health, happiness, family and even my life.

I am over 50 years old, with a successful career and millions of assets. I want to experience the warmth of my family, but my wife has passed away. I want to feel the taste of success and failure, but I have been unable to fight. I want to run and swim to enjoy health and happiness, but my illness doesn't allow him to do so. At this time, he discovered that ups and downs are nutrition; Sorrow and parting are touching stories. But at this time, the memory of the brain has become an ocean of missing.

Walking slowly on the road of life, enjoying the eagle hitting the sky and the fish shallow and unique; Experience the grandeur of camels walking in the desert and geese flying in the sky; Don't let miss become the protagonist of memory.

Walk slowly on the road of life, don't miss waterfalls, vigorous pines and cypresses, and don't miss the agility and tenacity of life.

Walk slowly on the road of life, don't miss the white clouds, steep mountains and the perfection of life.

Walk slowly on the road of life, don't miss the magnificent poems left by emperors, generals and literati, and don't miss the thick and rich cultural sunshine for thousands of years.

Walk slowly, enjoy the roadside scenery and enrich your life, instead of piling up with missed regrets.

Don't let your life run at a high speed all the time, so you will miss many things, just like an F4 driver who ends a race but doesn't remember the road he ran.

Take your time, my friend! Time is passing, things are going on, day and night are still alternating, and life is still moving forward. Don't let your life look like an ethereal dream because you missed it, otherwise life will only be lonely in the end.

Take walking slowly as the topic of composition. Walk slowly and enjoy it.

The setting sun reflects the mountains and meets the water, and the flowers slowly return.

A person, from his hometown to a foreign land, slowly walks on the road and becomes a wandering poet.

The first stop of the journey starts from Jiangnan. As a family of Jiangnan water town, they naturally have unique feelings for Jiangnan ancient town.

Shallow waves and clouds, small bridges and flowing water.

In the early morning, the bright sunshine shines on the soft water and trickles through the narrow river. The breeze blows gently, rolling up the waves in the water, revealing a small jasper smile. An old gray stone bridge arched over the river, like a weather-beaten old man, still waiting for this ancient town. Jiangnan people come and go on the bridge and smile at each other as soon as they meet. The shyness and enthusiasm of Jiangnan people can also be seen.

I stood in a residential building near the water, stroking the ancient wall and thinking about the past and future of Jiangnan.

Brilliance is fleeting, and noise is another name for short life. As Mr. Yu said: "mottled blue-gray is like a broken dream in the morning, and the staggered double bridges are firm and ancient." Nothing can better summarize the towns in the south of the Yangtze River than this image, and nothing can better symbolize the hometown. "

In today's high-rise modern society, colorful life suppresses ancient civilization. May Jiangnan Town inherit that long-lost ancient style.

Walking slowly through my hometown and coming to a foreign land is another kind of lament. I changed from a classical town in the south of the Yangtze River to the vast Gobi in the north of Mobei. How spectacular.

The distant mountains are like galloping horses, galloping on the Gobi desert with yellow sand. The sound of hooves raises dust and looks magnificent against the setting sun.

Standing in front of the deep and ancient Mogao Grottoes, looking at the remains of human wisdom, I saw the age of the Mogao Grottoes that have gone through thousands of years of hardships and the long and profound Chinese civilization. I still remember that Mr. Yu Qiu looked at the Mogao Grottoes, not at the specimens that have been dead for a thousand years, but at the lives that have lived for a thousand years and are fresh forever. This feeling is not only for the Mogao Grottoes themselves, but also for the ancient China civilization.

I have seen the simplicity and beauty of towns in the south of the Yangtze River and the magnificence of Gobi in Mobei. These two extremes of China culture undoubtedly show the courage and wisdom of a nation, but they cannot contain the profoundness of China culture.

Scenery, human feelings and civilization are integrated. Beautiful! Be strong! Wonderful!

As the saying goes: "Without this moment, there is no next moment. If we can't cherish this life, we can't look forward to the next life." Chinese civilization is disappearing day by day. No one in China wants to witness the disappearance of the great civilization. We have the responsibility to save the broken civilization.

In fact, aren't all my hometown foreign countries? All the hometowns are just one stop on the wandering journey of our ancestors. Hometown doesn't matter, it is the inheritance of civilization.

I only know that I am on the road, walking slowly, admiring and thinking. I want to be a wandering poet like Mr.

A Qiang's flute was heard in the distance. Looking back, I felt reluctant to part.

Years walk slowly on the long road of life, constantly experiencing and feeling, walking slowly and gradually.

After precipitation, we will become more and more exquisite, more and more beautiful, more and more gentle and elegant.

Time is like a song, with peaks and valleys. * * * is as happy as seeing the morning light.

A trough is like seeing a heart broken. How many people have said that time is a double-edged sword?

Although the sword is ruthless, it is tender as water, and the years are like songs.

In the fleeting time, whoever cries for whom wears makeup, who waits for who breaks dawn, and ends up.

Over the years, everything I believe has gone away from you. You are just an empty bottle abandoned by the years. year

The moon is like a song, the tide rises and falls, don't be stubborn, only the sunshine in your heart is you.

My hometown. Time is very short, just for those talents will be so light, look up.

The 45-year-old sky is still so blue, blue to a little sad and broken, so read it gently.

It is not blue that is sad, but you. Don't be sad, don't frown, there is always sunshine for you.

And smart.

In the lush season, the whole world is lush. The summer sun shines on the cracks in the treetops.

Suddenly, flashing. The touch of green in my heart is fresh and elegant, like a clear spring flowing through my heart.

Cool, standing by the clear spring, nodding with low eyebrows, listening to the sound of flowers, tinkling.

There is a long Zen in the quiet music, telling the origin of happiness.

Affectionate, smiling, picking a green leaf, picking a white cloud and holding a sleeve.

Breeze, gentle, shallow and fleeting, simple and elegant, gentle years, quiet and elegant,

Jane is indifferent, which is good!

It's raining in Mao Mao outside the window, counting the rain beads through the glass, with no memory.

When I was a child: I was only six or seven years old then. I always like rainy days, especially the intermittent rain.

Xiaoyu, I like to reach out and catch that little round bead, and I like the touch that falls in your hand.

I like to show my innocent smile through the clear water mirror. There was always a lot of free time at that time,

Will put an empty bottle under the eaves, quietly listening to the sound of raindrops, attacking the fragility of the glass.

The bell is like a beautiful music movement. In the twilight, music notation and raindrops jump with the music.

Dance music. Thinking about it, a really happy smiling face emerges one day.

Soon, the rain stopped. When I opened the window, a fragrance of flowers came. Walk slowly in the dew

Came to the pond, after a light rain, there are still a few drops of dew on the lotus leaf that don't want to go far.

Lotus is still beautiful, mixed with little drops of water, adding a little charm.

What a light rain, what a pool of lotus flowers, what a fresh and refined painting, and the beauty of ink painting.

Draw it. Walk slowly, kiss the flowers all the way, and walk slowly on the banks of the years.

Those words played back in my mind without thinking. Son, don't give up, don't give up,

You should believe that there is always a ray of sunshine shining for you in the world. You should take a happy step,

Through this long time, don't be scratched by the sharpness of the years, and don't be discouraged.

The cold wind has scratched your eyes, so don't be fooled by the wrong beauty. To believe, to chase, to move forward.

Seek, enjoy, and the sun will shine on you.

I hope the sunshine that belongs to me shines on me and keeps going.

Time is like a song, I will go through the trough, I will not give up, I will use love to influence the world.

Walk into life with an optimistic attitude, accept all kinds of things with a tolerant attitude and look at things with a kind eye.

Look at the world. Not paranoid, not arrogant, not impetuous, not depressed, not entangled, admit this.

The imperfection of the world, admit your imperfection, live out the elegance of lotus, the calmness of orchids and chrysanthemums.

Extraordinary and refined, charming pride. In this way, walk slowly on the banks of the years.

Walking slowly is the theme of the composition of 500 words. Life is full of scenery, as long as you have a pair of eyes for discovery. In fact, the roadside scenery can not be ignored. On the roadside of a scenic spot, there is a slogan "Walk slowly and enjoy yourself". On the way to roast eel in Lu Na, shouldn't people spend some time enjoying the roadside scenery?

What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! The vast green space spans Qi and Lu .. The magical nature gathers thousands of beauties, and the mountains in the south separate the morning and dusk in the north. Caiyun Lake? My mind is free and easy, birds are flying around in front of my nervous eyes ... trying to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. (Blair) Blair, a well-known household name, let the world know the majestic beauty of Mount Tai in his poems and attracted countless people to watch. Of course, I definitely went. It was during the National Day holiday. I want to go up the mountain by cable car, but my father insists that we walk up the mountain. After walking for a while, I stopped to rest. During the break, I also enjoyed the roadside scenery. I breathed a sigh of relief when I climbed to the top of the mountain. There are two people complaining about the ordinary scenery, so I asked the two sisters how to get up and take the cable car. I understand why. How can you experience the joy of mountaineering without your own efforts? I feel sorry for them again, but I am also happy for myself. Fortunately, I listened to my father and didn't take the cable car. Otherwise, how can I realize such a profound truth? In fact, slowly appreciate the roadside scenery step by step, and better appreciate the majesty of Mount Tai, the head of the Five Mountains.

When you are busy on your way, please stop and enjoy the scenery on the roadside. It will have a unique charm!

The 600-word composition is slowly approaching you. Please let me get close to you. You have walked in front of me countless times and are my closest friend. We should talk about everything, because you are my mother and I am your daughter. I have grown up and become a 14-year-old student before your eyes, but I am still so young in your eyes. You remember me when I was a child; Remember the reason why I cry every time; I remember my favorite tastes and clothes better. I also remember your birthday; The paper you wrote in college is hidden in the cupboard; I still remember the first time you asked me for a birthday present. But I still don't have you to understand me. You have known my friends since childhood, and you have brought me closer. But when I grow up, I leave home and go home only two days a week, but I don't want to talk to you anymore. You dragged me out to play, cooked me good food and made me laugh. I still don't understand your intention. I had an argument with my classmates, but you will know when I get home. You dragged me to buy clothes, accompanied me to see the newly released movie, and I silently followed you home. Along the way, you let go of your mother's reproach and inquiry, and you looked at me lightly without asking much. Because you know I'm using silence to escape from reality, you say like a friend, "I trust you, no matter what happens, you have me by your side." I don't know how this broke my silence. I can feel a very spicy feeling in the corner of my eyes. I don't know if you feel this way. Crying is not when you are angry or hurt. More importantly, when you can't vent your emotions, someone supports you and pays attention to you. Then you played with my hand as usual, as if nothing had happened. But only a little. In the future, I will pass you by as before. But I really really want to be closer to you. And I know I don't know you. What I see is that you and I live a warm and leisurely life at ordinary times. I didn't notice or pay attention to the moment when you worked hard and felt depressed. Are you so happy in front of me?

The 700-word composition entitled "Walk Slowly" is the most precious.

Affection is the most precious, it is the comfort when I am sad, the care when I am sick, the help when I encounter difficulties, and the motivation to accompany me forward.

I remember once I was sick and listless all day. At night, I feel dizzy. Gradually, I fell asleep involuntarily. In the dim light, I was awakened by a dazzling light. When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother lying on the table. I looked at it again, and my mother read the instructions of a medicine. At this time, my mother stood up and stretched herself. I thought my mother was going to rest, but she picked up the medicine and did it. After I woke up, she quickly said, "Come on, you drink the medicine first, and then take your temperature." Mother walked slowly with drooping eyelids and looked in a trance. After handing me the medicine in the bowl, she slowly returned to the table and looked at her tired figure. I can't sleep for a long time.

Family ties are priceless. You can't buy anything. Losing the care of your loved ones is the saddest thing. Emotion is a precious friendship in your life. It can drive away the cold and make you feel warm. It can erase the pain in your heart and make you feel comfortable. It can lend a helping hand and help you tide over the difficulties at the most timely time. ...

Affection is a happy life scene of a family. Life without feelings is boring. I remember an article that let me know what it is like to have no feelings. The author hopes to be independent as soon as possible and fight against his mother. In desperation, her mother decided to let him know the value of family ties and finally agreed to let the author be independent for one month. The author thinks that independence is free, but he doesn't know loneliness. Just when the author was about to end his independent life, he accidentally caught a cold and all his independence and freedom disappeared. But in exchange for the mother's concern. Imagine how lonely it would be if no one cared about you and no one took care of you when you were sick! Family ties are priceless, so cherish them!

Treasure your family! Feel the warmth brought by the family, enjoy the joy given by the family, and understand the meaning of the family!

What is the most precious thing in the world?

It's diamonds. Its light is enough to cover people's hearts. With it, even beggars can become rich, so it is the most precious. However, it is dead, just a symbol and lifeless. Perhaps, it is not the most precious.

It's food Its status is enough to surpass everything in the world. With it, there is a pillar of survival, so it is the most precious. However, it is a kind of material, which cannot be educated. Perhaps, it is not the most precious.

This is life. Its value is beyond words. With it, there will be human beings, so it is the most precious. However, it is a gift from heaven, a feature, and perhaps it is not the most precious.

What is that?

I think it's family.

How many times, according to overwhelming thoughts, I began to write down words about my life and journey and send them to my relatives. They are eloquent and sharp-tongued, with many grievances and many misfortunes. I thought I paid blood and affection.

My parents buried the medicine in my heart. My pain, my laughter, my loss and my success are all with my parents.

Time flies, seventeen years have passed, and every love given by my parents is put into the surrounding air. It's so ordinary. I grew up in this air environment. Accustomed to love and spoil, it is a kind of nature.

Whenever it rains in Mao Mao, my mother will stand at the window anxiously waiting for me to come back. Whenever it is windy, my father always comes back against the strong wind.

Parents, that is the embodiment of love, that is the sublimation of human beings, that is the transcendence of emotions.

Parents are eternal diamonds, parents are our food when we are hungry, and parents are the source of our life. So affection is priceless and the most precious.

"Depend on your parents at home and your friends when you go out." This long-standing old saying tells a profound truth.

Friend, if I ask you again: What is the most precious? !

Walk slowly, appreciate the composition and realize life. In life, we lament the misfortune of life while waiting for the moment of hope. Time snickers and passes by us, just like a naughty elf. As time goes by, carefree childhood has long since vanished like a dream. The romantic past of teenagers is also accompanied by the calendar, flowing in the wind of years ... Time will not fly, the past is like a song, it can only be stored in the CD of memory, and the future time is like a silent river, extending behind it in a mighty and indomitable way. Time flies, but life is still as light as clouds in the sky and as beautiful as vilen in spring.

As beautiful and quiet as vilen ... Opening the first calendar of life is like opening a brand-new picture. The rings of the years grow in the footsteps of spring, and life sublimates in the breath of the wind. In Tayu Lo's Childhood and Zhu Ziqing's Time, I gradually realized that the real meaning of life is not to set one life goal after another, and then gradually realize it. And will some goals be our lifelong pursuit? When you think about it carefully, there are many difficulties and failures in life, which can only be regarded as a series of uncoordinated vibrato in the songs of the years. Through diligence and hard work, we can still get the wonderful sound of life music and win warm applause! Sadness, illness and even more disasters in life are all opportunities for fate to approach you to create and cherish a new beginning, so that you will be in the same boat one day. Although you have been hit and laughed at because of this disaster, in a beautiful spring, you will finally play the music of life and sing your most beautiful songs! Youth is only once, and life is only once. Let's sing this beautiful and precious voice of life with our heart and true feelings! Feeling lost in life, who doesn't yearn for wealth, who doesn't look forward to the future, who is willing to let the ideal boat run aground halfway, and who is willing to let the flower of love wither in the barren hills ... Yes, in the journey of life, sometimes some dead leaves will wither, and there will be moments when the mast breaks when sailing in the wind. No matter whether the pace of life is heavy or brisk, we can not only taste the pain and confusion of failure, but also enjoy the harvest and happiness. As long as we sum up the reasons for the fall, build up our courage, bid farewell to the lost yesterday, embrace the beautiful today, and face tomorrow with a smile, it is our unremitting pursuit whether we walk out of brilliant success or rise up in failure. Feel confident if you are a grass, you weave a colorful earth, although you are gorgeous and tall. With tenacious perseverance, you broke through the shackles of stubborn stones, and then the opportunity appeared. If you are a nameless stream, although the sea is vast and the sky is vast, the river flows endlessly. But you have merged into a big river. Although you walked through the rugged mountain road, you rushed to one stumbling block after another, nourishing everything and showing the meaning of life. There is no smooth road to life. When you are indecisive in the face of failure, when you blame others for improving their self-confidence, when your orphan loses an opportunity and gives up on himself … will you think: What about my self-confidence? In fact, self-confidence is in our hearts! As long as you have self-confidence, as long as you think of self-confidence when you are unhappy, self-confidence is an immediate and specific medicine, which will certainly cure your inner pain. Before liberation, whether you are facing a path full of flowers or a valley full of thorns, you should go on bravely. We must know that painful progress will also bring self-confidence. Only by pursuing, struggling and struggling with confidence can we seize the lucky opportunity and not leave lifelong regrets. Friends, believe in yourself! Without you, the world may not change anything, but with you, it will be more colorful. Let yesterday be a monument to meditation and walk the long journey of life with confidence! Feeling optimistic is calm after setbacks, optimism is plain self-confidence, optimism is unyielding after setbacks, and optimism is calm in difficulties. Whoever has optimism will have eyes to see through life. Whoever is optimistic has strength. Whoever has optimism will have a ferry of hope, and whoever has optimism will have the spirit of daring to struggle in difficulties. As long as he is still alive, he will have the strength to build his own brilliant tomorrow. We have experienced a long life, and sometimes we suddenly find that our life is so dull. There is no difference between all sunrises and sunsets, and there is no difference between cold and summer. All the laughter and tears are actually the same, and there is no glory. We shuttle through every ordinary day without knowing it. Facing the rush of life and the feeling of light, we suddenly feel that we are ordinary, just like a distant beam of light, a grass and a drop of morning dew. To this end, we feel disappointed and sigh. In fact, we don't have to lament for the ordinary, because the ordinary is also a kind of beauty! Ordinary is a wasteland, pregnant with the rise, as long as you Hegang develop; Ordinary is the soil, pregnant with harvest, as long as you are willing to cultivate; Ordinary is a trickle, pregnant with profundity, as long as you are willing to accumulate. Ordinary is a nap after a thrilling battle and a meditation after a brilliant pursuit. After bidding farewell to ignorance and arrogance, the ordinary is profound. Ordinary is not the glimmer of life, the extinction of the fire of life, or the indifference beyond things. White clouds change for every ordinary, leaving a refreshing for every ordinary, while sunshine shines a bright world for every ordinary. It is a few ordinary days that make up our colorful life, and it is countless days that make up this splendid world. Let's pursue the thrilling scene on the stage of life, learn to enjoy the quiet beauty and enjoy the different taste of life in the dull days.

Time passes slowly.

You walked past me with your head down. You may not have noticed me, but I saw you, or rather, I saw your figure-I only saw your back.

I tried to keep up with you, but you walked too fast. I looked at the distant distance between us and had to shake my head silently.

Why do you walk so fast? Must we walk so fast? Is the test paper just handed out by the math teacher that important? Are you really happy to bury yourself in reading all day? Do you really want to swim in the ocean of problems instead of going ashore? I know that when I finish the above words, you will definitely come up with one set of truth after another, which I know. I know that for senior three students, time is more precious than money, and everyone should seize every minute and fight for their dreams. I also know that even if you don't come with me after school, our friendship will not fade. But, but, you know, in your busy figure, I see tension and fatigue. Why do you push yourself so hard and turn around like a beaten top all day? Why do you care so much about your academic gains and losses?

Do you remember? You said you like to watch the sun set on the horizon bit by bit. Picturesque scenes remind people of the magnificence of mountains and rivers, such as "the sunset melts gold, the twilight clouds merge", "the desert is lonely and the long river sets the yen", as well as the idyllic tranquility of "the sunset is at the ferry, the midnight snack starts" and "the pilgrim's hat carries the sunset, and the castle peak is in the distance" ... Facing the sunset, there is always a whimsical heart. This is a happy enjoyment. But do you know that today's flaming clouds are so magnificent: just like huge silks and satins covering the western sky. In the past, you would drag me to see the darkness, but now no matter how beautiful the sunset is, you can't keep your pace. As your footsteps go away, I am full of hope.

Do you know how much I hope to walk with you after school, smell the flowers on the osmanthus trees by the roadside, tell you the interesting things I read in newspapers and magazines recently, and tell your father about the outside world when he comes back from work? ..... Our life has not only topics and exams, but also many beautiful things. How can you only care about your own scores and rankings and ignore others?

Do you still remember, you once said 18 years old youth should be colorful. "Colorful" should include flowers, trees, shadows and people, and "colorful" should include family, friendship and true feelings! In this case, you can't just look at yourself and just want to learn!

Walk slowly, pay more attention to the world around us and broaden our horizons: if we walk together, the road we walk together will be full of laughter and singing!

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