Write a 600-word narrative on the road.

Life is an unknown adventure. We don't know what will happen in this journey, but we are not afraid to move on. The following is my 600-word Narration of Writing on the Road, for your reference only. Welcome to reading.

Writing a 600-word narrative on the road has become an eternal memory, but this step has never stopped for anyone. I know. I've been on the road. -inscription

How many times I dreamed of myself, running in the wind. Keep running, run to the nearest blue sky-to realize my dream.

I like to compare life to "road". Road, let me think, let me be full of surprises and excitement for the future. I can't help saying, "It's good to be on the road!" Feeling. I am on the road, in order to find a way for my dream. I don't know how far it is from me, because I have faith in my heart and I will go all out! I believe that all the experiences and running will bring me scenery and gains along the way. On the way, I fell and hesitated. Every time I fail, I will smile and say, "Try again!" " "I won't have a sad screen name, personalized signature, etc. Because only when there is sunshine in the heart can there be hope for a bright future. When the wonderful childhood has become a "past tense", who among us will have the courage and spirit to hurry; When the scenery of that season has been settled. Tears covered my eyes, but I just rubbed it hard and looked forward, because I was always on the road. Because I am strong, so I stubbornly don't look back. On the road, I have struggled, I only know that I have to struggle bravely, and I can't stay on the road I choose. I want to prove myself with facts! I burn the night with blood and wait for the brightest sunrise! An elder said to me: How many beats can life have? Not at this time, when? Therefore, I will work hard towards my dream! Even if there are stormy waves ahead. I also want to walk into the smiling rock; Even if there is a storm and blizzard ahead, I will walk into a proudly snowy Jinsong!

On the way, I will move on. Maybe this road is bumpy, but this is exactly what I should pursue. I will leave my every footprint deeply. When these footprints are connected in a string, I believe that the future is ahead and dreams are waiting for me. This success is happiness, this memory is precious, and this experience will make me remember my life!

There are no miracles in the world, only accidents and inevitability. And who did what, then I am on the road of my own choice. Give up all my frustrations and use my strength, perseverance and a little chance, then I will definitely create a so-called miracle!

On the road, enjoy the rich and comfortable process all the way, and have a sense of conquest and accomplishment. From now on, go! Let's go Let's go

Life is like a trip. At first, I wavered and walked aimlessly in every corner, stopping at one crossroads after another. I don't know which way to go. Maybe every time you make a mistake, there will be some unexpected results. At this time, when we walk on the road, we may get lost in our hearts, but as long as we persist, every road can go on.

Walking on the road when I was a child was ignorant, and I needed the patient guidance of adults to walk one road after another. At this time, interesting things always happen. I still remember cutting the nails of kittens when I was a child. I was curious at that time, because I saw my mother cutting my nails and listening to the sound of nails scraping. At that time, I didn't know anything and wanted to touch everything. So I went to cut the kitten while my mother was at work. I quickly grabbed the kitten, held it in my hand, said something comforting, and then cut it hard. But after cutting the first one, it released its claws and immediately jumped off me, scratching three marks on my hand. It didn't hurt too much at that time, but after a while, it became irritable. It stood on the ground, arched and purred, which scared me.

After going to school, I have a sense of the direction of the road, and I won't make such jokes again, but the thorns on the road hit me. It's still a little difficult for me who haven't experienced much. I made an appointment with my friend to go to the library at 8: 30 on Saturday morning. I went happily, waiting for my friend's arrival, but after half an hour passed, I began to worry that he would not come, but what I didn't want to happen happened. It's my friend's mother. She said he couldn't come because of something. I listened, but I didn't say anything, and I didn't make trouble with my friends. I'm just a little disappointed. One day I heard that it was because he had a fever and didn't want me to worry, so I deliberately said something was wrong. Now I am growing up, firmly walking on the road, and becoming what I am now.

We are still walking slowly now, and we may encounter all kinds of difficulties in the future, whether it is thorns or terrible setbacks. We are constantly moving forward to overcome these difficulties. We are firmly on the road to meet the dawn of the future!

On the road, I found the dawn of my life dream on the ordinary road.

The roadside is covered with grass that breaks ground and chooses to germinate. I read poetry at the age of four and literature at the age of six. I think the article is the most beautiful window to the soul. Articles can heal people's mental trauma and write their own life. Talk on paper, be ordinary and calm, express your feelings in implicit language, or express your comments and feelings in dissolute language, and no one will restrain you. And writing has planted seeds in my young mind, which will one day break through the ground and make me determined to be a writer.

On the muddy road, I wrote an eternal dream.

The grass on the roadside is thriving under the baptism of spring rain. I picked up a familiar and unfamiliar pen and scribbled on white manuscript paper. The first submission made me both excited and uneasy, but the reality turned me back to my original shape. I refused once, twice and three times ... revised again and again, and was hit again and again.

How can we meet a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? Even a grass that is no longer ordinary is writing a splendid life and becoming strong, never back down. I repeatedly scrutinize the shortcomings in the article and strive to be concise and gorgeous, day after day.

I will continue to work hard on the road of future growth. The grass on the roadside grows lush under the sunlight, and occasionally the wind blows. They sway with the wind, but the roots rooted in the ground never move. It lives an ordinary and gorgeous life on the road. I did the same thing year after year, persistent and strong, and finally waited until the mailbox was no longer an article to be revised, but an envelope containing the manuscript fee of ape Yuanyuan. At that time, my heart trembled again and again I have cried and laughed for my lifelong dream, but nothing is more precious than that day. And that grass is the most common one in the world, but it is also trying to grow into a persistent self.

My dream road will never stop, just like the grass on the road to be the truest and purposeful self, I will always be on the road …

Standing on the balcony of a tall building overlooking everything around, there are many legends about roads circulating in this ancient land: on the road, there are many stories, either lonely or high-spirited, or bright or dark, or ... all kinds of wonders, and I, on the road, have experienced an ordinary and unforgettable journey.

My eyes have been looking at a path, which is very common. Only a few small potted plants are scattered around. Although small, the flowers are still blooming vigorously, emitting a faint fragrance. The corner of this path connects with a gravel road. The grass is dense, the flowers are in full bloom, and the thick trees stand upright, which further sets off the beauty of this road.

On this path, it carries the joy of my youth. Every time I see it, I always think of the beautiful story of that day.

It was clear and sunny in Wan Li that day, and several of our friends met here. This is where we play. Maybe it's because the road around the corner is so beautiful that we can't bear to destroy it, so we chose here.

The tricks we play every day are almost different. Today, I am looking forward to this game. I stood at the intersection, waiting eagerly. Soon, friends came one after another. I was puzzled to see some black strips of cloth in their hands. They explained to me, "Today we will play this." One of them raised his cloth. "In fact, the rules of the game are very simple. Two people in a group. One of them is blindfolded and the other is helping her walk to see which group is the best, steady and fast. "

Soon I was divided into several groups. This game is called "the blind and crutches". I am a "blind man" and the other person is my crutch. When I was ready, the game began. I panicked when I was blindfolded and couldn't see a ray of light. Two little people were born in my heart. One said, "Take it off quickly and stop playing. How dangerous it is to see the light! " But the other party said, "No, it is impossible to give up halfway now. Don't be afraid, you still have crutches. " "When I hesitated, one hand held me, one hand held me tightly, and the other hand held my arm. I was completely relieved, took a deep breath and took the first step. The end of the game is located in that corner, and there are many obstacles on the road. I walked forward step by step, and she helped me through the checkpoint everywhere. Her comforting words floated into my heart one by one, "Be careful; Turn right; Crossing the past ... "On the way, we crossed the last corner. Under her reminder, my steps gradually slowed down and my uneasy heart began to work again. She seemed to perceive my hesitation and said softly, "It doesn't matter, I'll help you cross it and won't fall." "In this way, we walked slowly and finally passed this hurdle with the cooperation of the two of us. A light passed through the black cloth and lit up the darkness in front of my eyes. I tore off the black cloth, and the light shone on my face and stung my eyes. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the gravel road full of spring. The sunshine was soft and warm, and she and I bathed quietly. ...

On the road, we hand in hand, overcome difficulties, share joys and sorrows, and share joys and sorrows with friends on the road of life.