600-word composition on the road

Thinking: First, make sure that the theme of writing is on the way to growth. Let's describe in detail where we grew up. Although I couldn't stand it during military training, I survived. This is a good growth. Text: We are striding forward on the road of growth. Although there are bitter setbacks, it is more laughter and laughter all the way. One by one, on the road of life, they have just started, perhaps young and ignorant. They used to just enjoy the flowers and plants on the roadside and play with butterflies. When the road is no longer flat and straight, I begin to understand the hardships of the journey. I still remember the military training that summer. The sun is like fire, and cicadas sing on the hot branches. We are practicing our stance. Rows of classmates are like tall and straight poplars, and everyone's face is solemn-we are learning to stay away from our parents' help and accept the challenge of perseverance and perseverance alone. Look, although every student's face is covered with tiny sweat, he still looks up confidently. Even though the sweat had soaked through the sultry military uniform, we still stood still. Even if a small flying insect climbs on us, it makes us feel unbearable, and we insist on it consistently. It was so quiet that only cicadas could be heard around, and half an hour seemed to be longer than three hours. The soles of my feet are like red-hot iron plates, so hot that I want to jump, but I can't! I can't even move my numb legs, let alone reach for the sweat dripping from my face. Because I am in military training, I am accepting the challenge book issued by my growth. One minute passed, and when the instructor shouted "Time is up" seriously, I was still in a trance, like in a dream. A wise man woke up, but his legs were as heavy as lead and he couldn't walk for a long time. My classmate pulled me, and I sat on the ground in pain, almost crying. Looking around, there is hardly a classmate who doesn't shout "tired!" But there is a happy smile on his face and the sweat on his nose is shining-we are proud of ourselves, proud of ourselves. Because I have been honed, passed the test and learned to grow! On the road of growth, we gradually faded away from ignorance, learned to stand on our own feet, and moved towards maturity. On the way, we cried and laughed. Tears wash away childishness, and sweat witnesses growth. We have to go a long and tortuous road. This road is a road of life. This road is full of thorns and stones of all sizes. This is a mountain road. Look at the target, it's close to me. However, after a long walk, it is still out of reach. Many people are exhausted. They got up and fell down. In this way, I kept falling and climbing. When someone falls, I can't get up, waiting for my candle to dim, go out and fall there forever. This road is too dangerous, so we should be fully prepared. Don't be a flower in a greenhouse when you are a child, and be cared for in every possible way. Walking on the road, tripping over stones (frustration) and being scratched by thorns (difficulty) will be unbearable and can't afford to fall. At the same time, don't ask your parents to do that for themselves. One thousand on the road, the backer is gone, how can you have the determination to go all the way? In preparation, we also need to learn to be independent, learn to take care of ourselves, be a strong person and live hard on this road. Always be ready! Let's go After preparing the article, we will officially go to Kaminooji. This winding mountain road brings infinite difficulties to the summit, so: be brave on the road. Passengers can get on and off, but drivers can't. The driver has gone through many vicissitudes, only to move forward. People walking on the road, some passengers and some drivers. When we walk on the road, we must have the spirit of a driver and go forward bravely. Even if the front is "frozen thousands of miles, Wan Li snows", you should step on the accelerator, rush out of the predicament and see the dawn of hope. On the way, we had to refuse. In the face of temptation, you must refuse. The elevator that goes straight to the top of the mountain can go straight to the top of the mountain after you get in. Life is dull and tasteless, so wandering aimlessly is meaningless. You might as well do something big and die. That seemingly flat staircase is actually full of dangers, and it is a hiding place for only wolves, tigers and leopards. The temptation of deeper and darker there is everywhere, and no one can stop it, and it will eventually destroy itself. Therefore, it is better to take a road full of hardships and tribulations and let yourself know more and learn more. On the way, we should be tolerant. On this road, only by living in harmony can we create green mountains and green waters for the world and leave a vast sky for ourselves. Between heaven and earth, it is all sudden. Only by being informal can our road be full of sunshine and warmth, and we can sing while walking and enjoy it. On the way, we should be tough. Since we have chosen this road full of hardships, we must stick to it. The predecessors opened a bright door for us with indomitable determination. Believe it, "Brave the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea". Finally reached the top of the mountain! Let's start choosing the future path ... we have reached the peak, but that's not all. Choose a ladder and climb to the top. The ladder in front of us is long and short. Short, and both of them are tall; Long and straight into the sky. Do you choose to continue suffering and then get happiness? Or do something, once and for all? The real strong will eventually be ready to climb the ladder that goes straight into the sky under the long ladder. On the cloud, there is a beautiful picture of spring. End of article. Partner, are you ready? Let's hit the road! Life on the road is like a trip, you don't have to care about the destination; What you should care about is the scenery along the way and the mood of watching the scenery. Let's take a piece of paper with us, whether it is yellow or new. Look at the clouds, the flowers bloom and the flowers fall. Remember to record the bits and pieces of the journey, as well as those who have warmed us and touched us. These will become indelible beautiful scenery in life. We are not alone, there are always people along the way. I miss those innocent years, those days when I climbed over the fence and sneaked into school, those days when I shook the bell and hummed nursery rhymes, and those days when I hid in the quilt during my lunch break. In those days, we often walked hand in hand. I remember those summers when we stood in the shade and drank iced soda. The water is sweet and cold, and it keeps flowing into my heart. A few strands of hair stuck to the forehead because of the juice. We touched the bottle and smiled happily, even the cicada's voice was forgotten. What a simple happiness. Because the school gate was closed, we climbed over the low wall next to it and accidentally cut our hands, and the deep red blood suddenly oozed out. Even so, I gritted my teeth and said it didn't hurt at all. You must have laughed at me then. Obviously, you have to pretend to be a grinning man. Then he said he would drag me to the infirmary to get my medicine. Afternoon is the happiest and shortest time. We set the clothes as the goal and started running all over the field. On the small court, our laughter echoed. A short line rushed across the sky, followed by the second and third lines. Then I heard a bang and the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves. Boring, I just think it's raining. You took my hand and ran away, the next second. I almost fell down several times, but I still held your hand tightly. Finally, we running all the way came under the eaves, looked at each other already soaked, and smiled happily. Although I have drifted away these days, I inadvertently look back and the scenery remains the same. None of you have left. Thank you for walking me that way. You have given me strength, so that no matter how steep mountains, muddy and rugged roads and swift rivers I encounter in the future, I will never hesitate again! I will carefully collect all the warmth in the softest corner of my heart. Maybe one day, when I meet the winter of my life, I will wake them up, let the once-touched heart ripple again and melt the frost of this season. Pack your bags and wave goodbye to the clouds. I'm going on my way again. Life flies, I will cherish every minute on the road, and I will miss the beautiful scenery on the journey. What's my next stop? 2. You choose. After birth, everyone began to open up a new road different from others. On this road, people's behavior has changed from naive ignorance to mature understanding. In a series of changes, there are risks, surprises, difficulties and setbacks. Although the process is bitter, the result is beautiful. I remember last summer vacation, I accidentally found a photo album of mine. I found a photo of my newborn, which surprised me. My little hands and squinted eyes look like a meat ball. I couldn't even walk slowly at that time. I started turning, sitting and crawling. Soon after, I took the first step in my life. The world became wider and I could walk freely from kindergarten to school. After the paper plane flew out of the horizon, we were thrown out of this world. Putting down our wayward tears, we began to replace our accumulated dreams with thick books. The distant bell rang, blurring the trajectory of growth. I have quietly reached the tail of senior one, and inexplicable emotions are always pulling. This seems to be a commemoration, or a feeling. In September, 20 1 year, I embarked on a road ending with the college entrance examination. This seemingly simple but tortuous road has made me wander in disappointment countless times and advance in pain countless times. It is a beautiful road with pure friendship, good friendship between teachers and students and a happy smile. It's a road where you don't know where to go. You have to be baptized by the recipient. Every storm will make you stronger and less immature. It is a road washed away by time. After time passes, I will regret what I did at the beginning and that I didn't keep the time well. In fact, there are many roads in life, illusory and real. From babbling to walking alone now, countless roads have been under our feet and left behind by us forever. Youth is to keep moving forward and leave footprints. The vicissitudes of the world always cast infinite smoke waves on the road of life. Sometimes when you look back on the road you have traveled, you will marvel at how time flies. Time is as beautiful as an hourglass. Just like the sunshine passing through my open fingers, it is beautiful and short. Life is like a maze. It is like a lighthouse, shining from the vast sea, far away and beautiful. At that time, light and life were combined, as if there was a road extending. The road is long and short. The past will never come back, and now we need to describe it. It slowly extends under my feet until it disappears in my eyes. My shadow is drawn long by the sun. It's just a road. Senior one of Narita High School in Chaonan District, Shantou, Guangdong: The best life of silver is on the road. -There is a saying in the inscription that "all roads lead to Rome", which means that there is more than one way to do one thing, and there is more than one way in life waiting for us to discover. However, you have to understand that there are many roads and it will be difficult to choose. How to choose? Which way to go? I am hesitant about this. I want to find a simple way for myself, but I forget that life is never simple. People my age have set foot on the road, but I'm still hesitating. One day, Xu Laiyang was sunny and breezy. I'm carrying a heavy bag, and I'm also ready to set off for a long voyage. At first, I was full of confidence and joy, thinking that it was just an elephant drinking water. Later, I was discouraged and hesitated. It was a nightmare. In the end, I was so embarrassed that I thought what I saw was the best result. Soon after, the fellow travelers came back happily, telling the beautiful scenery on the road and the harvest of this trip. Finally ready to go again, this time no longer hesitate, no longer confused. Pack your bags and embark on a journey. Sometimes, it's dark, dark clouds are gathering, storms are raging, and I'm on the road. Sometimes, it's freezing and stormy, and I'm hungry and cold, on the road. Along the way, I cried, laughed, starved and hurt, but I never stopped moving forward. I see. I have grown up. Later, I saw desolation and prosperity, flowing water and mountains and rivers, the scene of everything melting and sprouting, and the gorgeous rainbow after the storm. I began to understand the meaning of life. The pace of stopping should not be drizzle and cold weather, but the uplifted land under your feet; It should not be a bed, but the fatigue of facing difficulties in the process of realizing dreams. Youth is the capital of practice. Don't spend time in the grave of youth. Rain or shine, we must hit the road. I was still on the road for many years, because "I am still young and I am eager to get on the road". You know, "on the road, we will always be young and always have tears in our eyes." The best people are born on the road. One day, the wind blowing from the south brought greetings from afar: "Where are you? How are you? " "I'm on the road, I'm fine. The road is full of flowers, birds and flowers. " "I'm on the road, I'm fine. There is a little girl running and laughing on the road. "