Writing on the way home

In study, work or life, everyone has the experience of writing a composition, so they are familiar with it. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is the composition I helped you organize on your way home. I hope it will help you.

On the way home, I dropped out of school. On the way home, there was only a lonely figure. I am lonely and happy. I have come to like this silence.

Every time I walk on this road, I will observe them and observe their changes bit by bit. ......

In spring, I walked, the trees slowly spit out green buds and walked, and the grass on the roadside followed the cotton-padded clothes on the ground. As I walked, I waved to spring. Since then, there have been many flowers and bees on my way after school, and this girl from Nanchun has accompanied me.

In summer, I walk on the quiet road after school and make friends with everything. I greet them in different ways every day. The bud of the tree turned into leaves, the grass turned into grass, the floret became full of vitality, and the grumpy sister Xia left again. ......

Autumn, like a naughty child, they turn leaves into fallen leaves, and he turns grass into dead branches. Most of the year, I still like this quiet path, because my brother makes it quieter and quieter in autumn. ......

Winter is like a white and flawless mirror. I can only see the blue sky and white clouds, but the blue sky and white clouds at this time are also very interesting. The sun sets early in winter. Whenever I walk on my way home, the rosy color of the sunset glow makes me more curious. I record the appearance of clouds every day. When I look at the clouds and the sun, although I can't see the sun for a long time, I am eager to see the recent red light. ......

I am honored to go down this road. I can witness its age and age. In the past six years, he will also witness every detail of me. I hope so. My love for this road, like the rainbow and blue sky after rain, will always be together regularly. ......

On the way home from school one afternoon, I walked on a long and monotonous road, recalling those beautiful sentences in Chinese class and feeling the charm of Chinese.

Before I knew it, I saw a small hotel by the road. This shop is ordinary, but what is unusual is the sign-go home. I was surprised and stopped. When I look carefully, there is another sentence below: but I look home, and the dusk is getting deeper and deeper, and those who return home stay here. I am amazed again, amazed at the warmth and kindness of this sentence. Perhaps it was the opening of this sentence, which made guests from all directions return and suddenly felt the feeling of staying overnight. This is the charm of Chinese!

Classical poetry is arrogant, and the signboard of a small shop may just be that the owner is reading a book about Chinese, but it attracts many people to enjoy it.

I was surprised by the cultural details displayed in roadside shops. This debut book by China's BLACKPINK is closer to life. So I scanned the world with my heart again, looking for it by the roadside. I found many shop names, all of which exude the fragrance of China people. It's like walking on a road full of classical Chinese and learning a language I've never learned before. Don't say that Chinese is unfathomable, and don't say that Chinese is just a plaything for literati. In fact, Chinese is right beside you, in front, behind and on the roadside.

Don't think that the language in the book is more noble. The language on the roadside is actually the sublimation of the language in the book.

On the way home, sometimes, we feel that our parents can't understand us so much that we are locked in the noise. We always wonder why our parents are so cruel to us. This is because we have forgotten a little love in our hearts, which was built with the tears and sweat of our parents. We always remember our parents' anger, but forget the happiness we once had and the road of happiness we walked together.

Maybe we used to take our parents' love for granted. I once read an article on the post bar: 1 year old, 2 years old ... When I was 30 years old, my parents gave us a little love, and we also gave them something in return. Indifference? Swearing? We don't know how heartbreaking this is for our parents. You know, how happy they are to have done so much for us. I just hope we can grow up soon.

Don't forget what you once had. Cherish what you can't get. Don't give up what belongs to you. What is lost is left to memory.

Blue Castle once smiled, prayed and made naive wishes. Maybe our love will never be lonely, but the meteor will die one day. Cherish the little love we have now.

Every day when I get home, the lights at the door are quietly on. I can understand that this is a little love from my parents, waiting for us to carefully collect it and light up the way home.

On the way home, whether it is the asphalt road in the city or the country road in the country, the road always extends under our feet, and every step will reap the joy of success.

I was a timid child since I was a child, and I never dared to act alone. Whenever I go out, I will follow my father carefully, because only in this way will I not worry about any dangers and accidents. So my neighbors often laugh at me and say that I am the little tail of my parents. But one morning, my father sent me to school and told me that he had something to do in the afternoon and asked me to go home by myself after school. I am very unhappy to hear that my father asked me to go home alone after school. In the afternoon, after school, some of my classmates and their parents went home by bus, while I walked home in fear. I always feel that someone is following me. When I turned around, I only saw an uncle with glasses following me. I thought, no, what a coincidence! I met a trafficker! Thinking of this, I quickened my pace. I stopped in an alley. I turned around and watched it again. I saw that uncle walk into an alley. It turned out that I was too nervous and sensitive. When I walked on, I found what I was most afraid of-"dog". I saw a big red blister on the corner of the dog's eye. I'm afraid the stray dog will get rabies and it will bite me. I walked to the dog, my heart was pounding, and the dog sniffed at me. At that time, my heart almost jumped out of my throat! I quickly closed my eyes and walked quickly forward. The dog didn't bite me, so I was relieved when I got home. Faced with these, I overcame my timid psychology. Now I'm not afraid to go home alone. This road will always accompany me to grow up, which gives me courage.

On the way home, there is always a bustling business district. Like dazzling flowers.

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I finished cram school and went home. As usual, I passed a busy market.

I feel bored when I look at these colorful shops. But according to people's intuition, I will still walk over unconsciously-a new cake shop-stone cake.

This fresh name immediately aroused my curiosity. I finally squeezed in, and what I saw really surprised me-how big is an exaggerated iron pot that only rural people have? You can let the baby go in for a bath! In such a big pot, I saw layers of black pebbles. Under the stir-fry of a waiter, the cakes inside revealed the true colors of Lushan Mountain. I was shocked. This is the first time I have seen such a new thing. I leaned forward again. At this time, the elder sister didn't notice me, and she snapped at me. "Let's go, children, don't make trouble here, which will affect my business."

I was about to argue, but I was crowded out by more people who came here. I don't make any noise any more, even if I shout loudly, my voice will be drowned out.

I had to leave silently, as if I was the only one in this street who was uncoordinated.

As soon as I got on the bus, I heard my elder sister scold me just now and shouted at many adults in a sweet and soft voice. How fickle and snobbish she is. So many people believe that this ordinary pie made of ordinary white flour has become better than manna in her mouth. I didn't stop, thinking, "This street seems to be full of flowers, but there are still many unknown things in the flowers!" "

On the way home, I skipped to school with my schoolbag on my back in the early morning. At school, I make friends with new knowledge, play games with good friends and deal with difficult problems.

After school in the afternoon, time slipped away in front of my eyes, and the day passed like this! We walked out of the classroom with schoolbags on our backs and lined up in the corridor. When I went downstairs, some classes were still in class, and some classes had just left class to say goodbye to the teacher. Down to the first floor, the number of people on the playground gradually increased, some passed by the playground after school, and some participated in physical training on the playground.

Out of the school gate, there are many outsiders. There are parents who pick up their children, people who distribute advertising leaflets, and students who go to the cafeteria to buy ice cream and toys. Soon after I left, there was a smell of frying, which was terrible! It's time to say goodbye to friends again. I got on the battery car that grandpa picked me up every day and said loudly to grandpa, "Let's go!" " "The wind came at me head on. How cool!

Suddenly, the sky suddenly brightened and a light flashed in front of my eyes. I thought to myself, "The sun is coming out, and I'm going to bask in the sun again, blare …" Just as I was about to pass another tree-lined road, I immediately stood up and said, "Grandpa, take a shortcut, take a shortcut!" Finally don't have to bask in the sun!

This road, starting from the first book of grade four, is twice a day, and I have walked hundreds of times; This road has left my deep footprint!

One day, on my way home, I walked home from school with a heavy and big bag on my back. The pedestrians on the roadside are bustling, and many cars are coming and going. Walking, I only heard a ruthless and rude scolding in the noisy environment around me, which went into my ear like a knife and made my curiosity arise.

That's a young woman and an old woman. I guess they should be a mother-in-law relationship, with the daughter-in-law walking in front and the mother-in-law walking behind. I saw my daughter-in-law suddenly stopped, suddenly turned around, pointed at her mother-in-law with one hand and held her waist with the other, saying, "Leave our business alone and get out ..." At that time, her mother-in-law was so angry that she couldn't speak, but her tears kept flowing. The daughter-in-law has been staring at her mother-in-law, cursing a few words from time to time as she walks, as if she didn't know that all this was in full view.

Looking at their distant backs, I have an indescribable taste, as if I felt a regret, a depression, a pain and a grievance in my mother-in-law's heart. In fact, she doesn't want to shake the feelings between her mother-in-law and daughter-in-law for a trivial matter; But love, a pure and sincere love, if only the daughter-in-law could understand. However, the angry daughter-in-law at that time, her emotions have gone beyond reason. She will only continue that foolish and ridiculous behavior without feeling her mother-in-law's psychology at this time. She should be scolded: are you heartless? Do you have compassion? ! You don't even have the most basic respect and love for your elders!

I walked on, my mind suddenly sprouted a hope:

If only everyone could always understand others. ...

On the way home from school, the students rushed out of the campus like caged birds and ran to their homes. I'm skipping too.

At this time, a little brother caught my attention. He is walking happily in yellow short sleeves and white shorts.

"Ouch?" I saw my little brother suddenly sitting on the ground. I hurried to his side, and when I saw it, I was happy: I saw my little brother sitting on the ground, his shorts had turned from white to black in some places, a watermelon skin next to him was "closing his eyes" and his red face had lost its luster. Seeing my little brother like this, I "sloped" and said with a smile; "Ha ha, it's ridiculous, in broad daylight, blind? You can't even see a piece of watermelon skin! " Hearing my sarcasm, my little brother sobbed, but I refused to let go: "cry, cry!" " The boy is still crying, pervert? "He cried more sadly, and I laughed speechless.

At this moment, an uncle came over, picked up his crying little brother and said to him, "Don't cry, it's time to cry at others." Little brother may feel embarrassed and stop crying at once. The uncle gave me a look, and I immediately avoided his eyes, because it was too calm and direct.

Uncle took out the paper towel, wiped his face and hands for his little brother, and tidied up his clothes. Finally, he waved goodbye to his little brother.

After they left, my heart was empty, and I only hated myself for not helping my little brother. Suddenly, my mind flashed, and I quickly picked up the watermelon skin and threw it into the trash can. Looking at the distant back of my little brother, I feel like knocking over a five-flavor bottle-I don't know what it tastes like.

Composition 9 On the way home, in my memory, there are many things scattered in my mind like small shells. What I want to say is one of the small shells.

One afternoon a few years ago, after school, I was going home. Walking, I walked across a street and saw a chilling scene: a street child with ragged clothes, messy hair and dusty face was eating a packet of leftover "kid-in-charge" instant noodles given to him by a little boy with relish. After eating, he looked at the little boy who made him noodles with satisfaction and smiled stupidly. After that, the little boy grabbed the bag of instant noodles from the street children and walked to a place where people couldn't see what was inside. Then, the little boy came over and smiled and handed the bag to the homeless child, meaning to ask him to eat. The wandering child poured the contents of the bag into his mouth with confidence. Look at the little boy's eyes, there must be a ghost. Suddenly, the wandering child spilled the contents of the bag all over the floor, crying and coughing with pain. I'll look at that scattered thing again. It turned out to be sand! When I came to my senses, the wandering child looked at the little boy with angry eyes. He is like a crazy lion, barking desperately and acting crazy. The child next to him saw the little boy, but he smiled.

I couldn't watch it anymore, so I continued to walk home. I thought a lot along the way. Why is God so unfair? We are all human beings. Why should we commit suicide? For happiness? To vent? Or insult the poor?

The reason why people are kind is because of temptation and fun, and the kind heart of human beings becomes evil, leading to crime and destruction. We must learn to have a kind heart, and the world will become beautiful!

Composition on the way home 10 On the way home from school, I saw many cranes working busily, and large bungalows slowly disappeared unconsciously, followed by tall buildings rising from the ground. I think: before long, the residents who used to live in bungalows will move into high-rise buildings happily. I seem to see that in the beautiful garden community, residents are singing and dancing happily, and birds are singing loudly in the branches.

On my way home from school, I saw the workers busy building the subway. Excavators, transport vehicles, mixers and other machinery all went into battle, and the sound of "rumbling" and "jingling" was very pleasant, just like a sweet symphony, which was loud and passionate for a while and deep and long for a while. I think: before long, this subway will be open to traffic again! I seem to see people happily shuttling between subway stations every day, and there is no traffic jam on the way to and from work. Everyone's face is filled with a happy smile.

On the way home from school, I saw that the dirt road beside the newly-built subway station was surrounded, and all kinds of machinery took turns to go into battle, and this dirt road was built into a wide and flat asphalt road in the shortest time. My grandfather's yard is next to that dirt road, because the road will be demolished soon. I grew up in that yard. I really don't want the yard to be demolished. However, we are willing to make sacrifices for the development of Beijing. I seem to see that this wide road leads to the distance, and the cars speeding on the road are full of people's laughter.

I walked home from school and watched people busy building houses, repairing subways and roads on the construction site. I was moved by the enthusiasm of the workers. I silently wish our city more and more beautiful and people's lives more and more happy!

Composition on the way home 1 1 On the day after school, I walked happily on my way home.

At an intersection in front of the overpass, I tried to cross the road to the opposite side, which was much faster than the overpass. But just as I was about to set foot on the road, I was frightened by the endless stream of vehicles like the wind and backed out.

Crossroads are very important passages, one is the national highway, the other is the same highway, and the speed is quite fast.

I had to walk on the overpass honestly. Standing on the bridge, I looked down and the traffic came and went like a long river. But there are still some discordant black spots on it-some students are crossing the road. Watching them jump onto the sidewalk one by one, my heart tightened and relaxed, but they didn't seem to realize the danger.

There was a little boy skipping around, avoiding car after car. Just as he was about to cross the road, a van was killed from the corner. The driver of the van firmly stepped on the brakes and honked loudly. The "hiss-"sound of the wheel rolling and the horn are intertwined, pulling my heart. The little boy didn't know at first. He turned pale with fear when he saw the deadly van approaching him. He quickly covered his head with his hand and squatted on the ground. My heart is also tight. It's like a rabbit jumping about. I can't hold my breath, and my hand is tightly holding the red scarf. Seeing the van getting closer and closer to the boy, I closed my eyes and didn't dare to look. All I can hear is the sound of brakes. "Knock-knock-"I didn't dare to open my eyes until the brakes stopped. The van stopped in front of the boy and the goods inside fell all over the floor. The boy was so scared that he fell on the ground and began to cry. Fortunately, he was narrowly missed.

By witnessing all this, I understand that you can only live once if you obey the traffic rules.

Composition on the way home 12 After learning the piano today, I went home alone. Pianist was far from home, got up early and yawned on his way home 12! Alas! Can't help it! I went to bed last night 12, and went out at 8 am. Everyone wanted to sleep! On my way home. Do you want to see 1 1 yawn on the road? Then look down.

"alas! Have a holiday! Get up early and learn the piano! Tired! " No sooner had I said the word "tired" than the first yawn came! "Ha!"

It's so comfortable to yawn! I walked forward and turned a corner. There was a north wind. The weather is really cold! Everyone else is shaking! Then I yawned again, so sleepy! Passing by the school, I looked at my watch and the school playground, remembering that this time should be physical education class in our class! How happy everyone was on the playground at that time! Of course, there are times when PE teachers punish us! For a time, it was too "ha!"

Oh? The shop at the school gate is still open! But when you open your mouth, business is not prosperous! Think about it, I have already walked through the school, and it's time to cross the road! "Hoo!" A car suddenly passed in front of my eyes, where to go! It must be flying! It is better to pay attention to the traffic safety of 1! "Ha!" Yawning falls from the sky!

When I crossed the street, I saw the bakery. With little guys like us here, this bakery is quite lively! Why not buy one to eat! Save money! No, I still want to eat! I went to the bakery, chose bread, paid for it and began to chew.

Composition on the way home 13 On the way back from school, some people are happy and others are successful. However, I gained courage.

One day, I went to Lily English. Mother said, "I can't pick you up this afternoon." Do you want to go home by yourself "I hesitated and said," all right! "After school, I waited for my mother to come for a long time, so I ran downstairs. Climb my road of courage.

I climbed the first level of courage, and I was afraid. When I was walking on the crosswalk, I thought, what if I met the bad guys? After thinking about it, I saw someone watching me under the tree. I thought, is he a bad person? Why does he keep looking at me? Looking closer and closer to him, my heart beats like a rabbit. My steps are getting faster and faster. Nothing happened when I passed him. I broke out in a cold sweat. I successfully passed the first level.

I'm on the second level of courage. I saw some polite brothers walking on the road. Unexpectedly, those polite brothers threw the peel on the ground and left. I ran to pick up the peel and threw it into the trash can. Big brother said shyly, "I'm sorry, I'll pay attention later!" " ".I feel very proud.

I climbed the last layer of courage and crossed the road. It's already around twelve o'clock. There were too many pedestrians, so I thought of the way my mother taught me to cross the road when I was walking. There is a lot of traffic on the road. I'm a little scared. I stood on the side of the road carefully, waiting for the green light. The green light came, and there were no cars on the crosswalk at once, but I still watched the right side and walked slowly. I breathed a sigh of relief when crossing the road.

When I go home this time, I understand that as long as I abide by the rules said by adults, there will be no danger and everything can be done well.

I don't deny that childhood is the happiest period of life. This may be the reason why many middle school students and college students refuse to come out! Even if they are seventeen or eighteen, they don't want an important fact: they have to bear the responsibility to society!

Indulge in online games, maybe you will become an expert in video games and participate in the world video game competition, but this will not play any role in the development of the network; Enthusiastic about comics and comics, I may make a living by selling comics in the future, but this can only meet the needs of future "children"; Being interested in the entertainment circle and entertainment circle may be a prerequisite for becoming an entertainment reporter, but it will not be accepted by the society if you don't work hard to practice your eloquence. ...

Students, we have grown up and are no longer suitable for enjoying the life of "children" Shoulder the responsibility to society! Although you have lost your innocence, your maturity will give you a brand-new feeling. When you strive for great goals, when you realize your ideals, when you shoulder the responsibility to society, you will find that this is also a kind of happiness.

My friend, I already feel a heavy burden on my shoulders. What about you? I admit that I am an adult, and I still look at the world from the standpoint of a child.

As "children", they often go to Internet cafes, swim carefree on the Internet and enjoy this kind of happiness. As "children", they have no interest in world famous books, but enjoy comic books and cartoons with relish. As "children", they are indifferent to state affairs, only pay attention to the entertainers, and are only sensitive to the news in the entertainment circle. ...

As "children", they may be really happy, but they forget.

On the way home, the composition 15 was covered with heavy snow, flying in the night sky and falling gently. The snow and ice lit up the dark road. I came by car because I lost the key to the battery car. As for when I went back, my parents went to dinner and I was penniless, so I had to walk home step by step.

Snow fell on the shoulders, the lake in the distance was frosted, and the moonlight shed. The ice seems to be covered with a dreamy layer of silver moonlight. Everything is quiet at night, except for a few lights in the distance, standing alone like the only light source in the dark.

Carefully walking on the snow-covered road, looking at this familiar and strange road, countless memories are filled with this strange road. If it weren't for this accident, I'm afraid I wouldn't have time to take care of these scenery, because I'm in a hurry to go home.

Hold out your hand, and the snowflake gently falls on your palm. The cold touch spreads all over your body, and you look up at the snowflakes all over the sky, falling on your shoulders, head and feet one by one. Nine days above the starry sky, there are countless stars all over the sky, a bright moon is hanging high in the air, the moonlight is so beautiful, and the road under the moonlight is so quiet.

I walked, quiet and long. The road covered with ice crystals is so bright and even quieter in the moonlight. This road is so familiar and strange to me. I have traveled countless times, with friends, relatives and parents. However, at this moment, my mind is blank and I have no impression of this road at all, just like walking on a stranger. Just like life, you have cooperated with people countless times, but how many have really touched you and are true friends? It's pathetic. ...