Composition for the first grade of high school

In daily study, work or life, when it comes to composition, everyone must be familiar with it. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? Below are 10 compositions I compiled for the first year of high school. I hope they can help you. Composition for the first year of high school, Part 1

It takes a lot of accumulation to make a small contribution

As the saying goes, one minute on stage, ten years of work off stage. The actor, who looks brilliant on the outside, has a painful and unknown training history. In fact, there is nothing surprising about this. Without hard training, where would the heavy accumulation come from, and how could you perform so freely on the stage? This truth not only applies to the entertainment industry, but can also be confirmed in various other fields.

Literature

On the flawless white snow that everyone yearns for in literature, how many people can really leave their footprints? Most of the footprints are buried by heavy snow as soon as they appear. Only those authors who can truly stand the test of time and whose meaning will never be obliterated can survive forever.

As we all know, Mo Yan, the first Chinese author to win the Nobel Prize for Literature, was over fifty when he won the award. This does not mean that he is new to the literary world. On the contrary, he had many works and published many books when he was young, but the response was not great. What did he spend his decades doing? Read more about the history of your hometown, accumulate more knowledge, and find a writing style that suits you better. It was these bits and pieces of accumulation that supported him in writing his unfortunate masterpieces, and finally occupied a place in the world's literary world.

If this is not convincing enough, then please take a look: Sima Guang wrote "Zi Zhi Tong Jian", Li Shizhen wrote "Compendium of Materia Medica", Li Daoyuan wrote "Shui Jing Zhu", Cao Xueqin Writing "A Dream of Red Mansions" took almost a lifetime. Later generations only know that they made great contributions to mankind, but how can they trace their origins and truly admire their spirit of devoted research? True talent and practical learning are destined to rely on heavy accumulation.

Sports

The profession of "athlete" can fully reflect the importance of accumulation. Every world record set and every gorgeous action display can never be an explosion of inspiration and physical fitness. They joined the national team when they were young and began to participate in major and small competitions when they were young. Almost their life paths are the same. They only come into the public eye when they win some high-profile prize. In the eyes of the public, there are only those outstanding military exploits. No one understands how he feels when he performs boring and boring actions year after year, day after day, and is always in danger of injury. When he competes, is he worried that ten years of hard work will be ruined in one day?

Politics

Want to run for leadership somewhere? Without accumulation, talent is in vain! Lincoln is remembered by history for his outstanding contributions in the Revolutionary War, but did you know what? When he ran for president, he was rejected more than fifty times. It can be said that he regarded every failure as an accumulation of experience, and that was the final success!

So, please don’t be afraid of the loneliness when fighting alone. After a winter of silence, the accumulated strength will eventually be released, and the seedlings will eventually sprout! Only through thick accumulation can you make thin hair! Composition 2 for the first grade of high school

On May 27, 20××, I became a member of the "Space Combat Team" because Amek, a planet 100 billion kilometers away from the earth, specializes in fighting in the universe. The members are rushing to the earth at a speed of 2 kilometers per second, preparing to destroy the entire earth and rebuild a planet.

In order to protect the earth, our "Space Combat Team" selected 10,000 people from all over the world who have been specially trained and can skillfully fire laser bombs. In order to avoid too many casualties in the battle, Research experts all over the earth are studying a "cosmic space invisibility suit."

In June 20××, the "Cosmic Space Stealth Suit" was finally successfully produced! As soon as the members of the "Space Combat Team" entered the flying saucer-shaped space fighter, the automatic "attendant" helped us put on the stealth suits. With the "boom" sound of the fighter plane taking off, the fighter plane quickly passed through the atmosphere and arrived at the moon. (For the sake of caution, we decided to attack the enemy on the moon). After a while, the enemies did appear. They thought that the people on earth did not know that they were coming, so they launched frantic attacks on Jupiter, Mercury and other asteroids to avoid becoming obstacles to their future residents.

At this moment, our "Space Combat Team" took advantage of their inattention and launched an attack on the enemy with laser bombs. They seemed to be in a daze, and we were able to defeat only a few fighter planes. The operators of these fighter planes were frightened and ran away quickly. They also left a message: "People on Earth, don't be happy too early. We will come to take revenge one day!"

We return to Earth, and everyone is welcoming us. But I was thinking: Will they really come to take revenge in the future?

A year later, the Earth’s satellite received new information: some unknown objects were coming towards the Earth. At this time, I thought: Are the Ameks really coming to attack the Earth again?

A few days later, the satellite truly confirmed that those unknown objects were indeed Amek fighter planes. I immediately summoned the members of the former "Space Combat Team". Fortunately, their country also received this information. , so we immediately took the previous space fighter plane and rushed into the universe.

When we arrived in the universe, our fighters used cloaking devices (we had them a year ago, but we didn’t use them). After a while, the Amek fighter planes appeared. Compared with the previous ones, their fighters , far exceeding the previous level, but compared with our fighters, they are simply far behind! We fired 5 times the laser bomb, and now they were scared because they didn't know where the laser came from.

While they were searching for the target, we all mobilized and fired laser bombs together. They were frightened and ran away immediately, and we followed closely. In this way, you are chasing me, and you have already caught up with Amek. Their residents were so frightened that some fainted and some knelt down begging for mercy.

We looked at each other and said: "For the sake of you kneeling down and begging for mercy, we will spare your life and warn you that if you invade our earth again, your planet will be finished." !”

After that, we immediately took the fighter plane and returned to the earth. Everyone welcomed us again. After this battle, the earth finally returned to true peace! Composition 3 for the first year of high school

As I grow up and mature, I always have an inexplicable yearning for certain things, and the most beautiful desire from the bottom of my heart, that is love. .

I know that when we talk about love in the blooming season, adults will undoubtedly send two words: puppy love. The famous writer Xi Murong once said: "Unfortunate love has its own reasons. The most common reasons are two: too early, or too late." So we need to wait patiently.

And how do people in this era treat love? How much of the love among college students is true, and how many people downplay it for fun. Haha, people are too superficial and have tarnished holiness.

Beautiful love only appears in novels and TV series, it is so illusory.

Where is the love in this era? No wonder some people say: "Looking for Cuicui has become the sorrow of our time."

In "Sword and Sword III", Jingtian and Xuejian were originally a pair of enemies who quarreled every day, and that's exactly what happened. , connecting the hearts of two people together. In the world of love, everyone is a fool. He wanted to know if she loved him, and she did the same, which was why he made these jokes. Pushing away the fog of love, experiencing the separation of life and death. The two finally got along with each other. "I hope you will return home with your first makeup, and I will live up to you in this life."

But Zixuan and Changqing, their love for three lives has to be forgotten with a bowl of forgetful water.

Time has turned the hair gray and the appearance has gone through changes, but only two people are left to watch and care for each other, which is heartbreaking. Nalan Rongruo said: "If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad to draw a fan?" If their first encounter was just a simple passing by, without that affectionate look at each other, wouldn't they have been together for the rest of their lives? What about your concern? Chang Qing taught her: "The bond between life and death is broad. Talk to your son, hold your hand, and grow old together with your son." But God is so ruthless in the face of love in the world. The clouds dispersed and the people left. And this everlasting love has become a good story in the world. The obsessive attachment is better than the ruthless changes of the years, and this kind of love can no longer be found in our era, and its excessive reality seems so illusory.

Mo Zunzunlou, on the other hand, didn’t know what love was at first. Zixuan’s kiss gave him an unreal feeling. He said: “It turns out you stole my heart, that’s why I I can't feel the pain. "If you love, love deeply. He did it, but in the end it was just unrequited love. That night, he broke his wings and stopped flying. Taoist Master Qingfeng said: "If you love someone, you have to let go." He frowned thoughtfully, maybe he really understood! "Finally, at the end of this life, you let go of her and yourself." Painful scars were written on your handsome face.

We in this era are no longer strangers to unrequited love. There are such people everywhere in the world and the vast sea of ??people. In the world of love, I will always be an unrequited lover. I am very familiar with this feeling.

We have heard of many love stories, but in the long river of history, they have been eliminated from our era. There is a huge difference between reality and dreams. And how can we not understand this kind of vigorous love? rise.

Don’t complain about ordinary love. After all, the ancients had three wives and four concubines. They couldn’t do three thousand things, but only took one scoop. No matter how much Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty doted on Concubine Yang, the country and the beauty would eventually give up. The beauty.

I also think of Rongruo’s Nalan Ci: A pair of people from generation to generation, competing for teaching and ecstasy? Love each other but not love each other, who will be the spring!

It is easy to beg for blood from the blue bridge, but it is difficult to run across the blue sea for medicine. If you visit me and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty. Composition 4 for the first year of high school

In the evening, the last touch of the setting sun gradually faded away from the horizon, as if all the hope in my heart had been swallowed up. The raging wind picked up the wind chimes by the window and played a discordant music. There was an air of impetuousness and depression in the air. The disappointment after the exam had turned into a bitterness that filled my heart, and everything became bleak and colorless.

Suddenly I heard the phone ringing at the door of the dormitory. I am extremely sensitive to this sound.

"Hello, hello, who are you looking for?"

"Is it you? It's really you! It must be burnt, right? I can already smell the burnt smell, It doesn’t matter, you have me as your companion, don’t let the smoke of the battlefield make you dizzy, the final battle has not yet begun! Do you still remember that sentence? The next stop of failure is "pain", but it is not the end. Stop, but a fork in the road. This fork in the road forks into two roads. One road is a road of despair and failure, which leads to complete failure. The other road is a road of learning lessons and working hard. This road is The road leads to the opposite of failure - success. Only by embarking on this road can there be hope of success. Therefore, just because a person fails does not mean that this is the final result! "Do you hear me clearly? Hello? Laoban! are you listening?

"Is...is it you? Pear?"

"Nonsense! Is it possible for anyone else to care about you except me? Well, I am not poor anymore! I will take the test tomorrow Call me when you're done, remember! We must win the final battle!"

The wind came, and there was a chill in my heart. The wind chimes were tinkling, and the hope in my heart was also formed. A piece of music, the notes are fluttering in the wind... Composition 5 for the first grade of high school

The sky is blue, stuffy and hot. There were only a few people on the roads on both sides of Huangguoshu. Looking eastward there was no one, and looking westward there was no one. There was only one person in total. I stood on both sides of a road several meters wide, anxiously waiting for the bus to arrive.

After a while, I heard a few "quack, quack, quack" sounds. When I looked to the side, it turned out that there was someone chasing ducks. The ducks walked left and right, swaying, as if they were about to fall down. It seems that chasing ducks is not as simple as imagined. Once a duck walks a little bit into the middle of the road, the duck driver will let it walk over without hurting it. It seems that these ducks must be very happy.

Suddenly, a duck pooped on the duck driver’s shoes. I saw it and burst into tears. My stomach hurt terribly, hahaha!

After a period of torture, I finally stopped. Looking at these cute, beautiful ducks that make you want to touch and kiss them, I can’t help but be envious! The saliva flowed into a stream, but this stream just couldn't reach the duck, and it couldn't even touch its feet. The difference was only 0.01 nanometer every time. It would be great if I could transform, immediately become a ninja, "fly" to a flock of ducks at a speed invisible to the naked eye, pick out a duck, and then catch it again at a speed invisible to the naked eye. The duck ran to hide in the grass (wordy). While plucking the duck's feathers, I said: "Brother Duck, I'm sorry, who told you to be so delicious? I'm very hungry now. I will sacrifice you as a duck to help a future writer. It's great!!" !" After plucking the duck's feathers, I turned into a superman again, "opened" the duck's belly with X-rays, took out its internal organs, and squeezed out the blood. I didn't have any water to clean the duck. Are you in trouble? NONONONO, I immediately turned into a magician, created a large vat of clean water, and put the duck in it. After a while, it was cleaned and it was time to roast. I picked up the firewood next to it, piled it up, used X-rays again to light the firewood, and roasted the duck. After it was baked, hehe, of course

It was... so delicious~~ I licked my fingers, savoring the taste just now. There were duck bones piled on the ground. After all, I ate the duck, so I dug a hole and built a tomb with the words "Grave of the Great Duck" written on it.

I heard a whistle and suddenly came back to my senses. Yi? A duck? Are you scared away by my thoughts? By the way, what was the sound just now? It sounded like the sound of a car. Could it be...ah! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Don't leave me here, I don't want to stay here overnight, wait for me! Composition for the first year of high school, Part 6

Huashan Mountain is famous for its steepness. Climbing Huashan Mountain has always been my wish. During the holidays, my parents and I had the opportunity to appreciate the magnificence of Huashan Mountain.

When we came to Huayin County, what we saw were the mountains soaring into the sky. We couldn't help but admire the miraculous craftsmanship of nature! The desire to conquer it suddenly became stronger.

After settling in, we started our journey to Mount Huashan under the cover of night. The road up the mountain at the beginning (compared to what I encountered later, was simply a flat road) was easily taken down by me. Even at the steps, I walked up two steps at a time. But the good times didn't last long. After a while, my breathing became rapid and sweat dripped down my forehead...

After seeing it, my father excited me: "Boy, I am already out of breath. It’s only one-fifth of the trip! No more climbing!” “No! It’s not a true man if you don’t climb Mount Huashan. I must see the sunrise at Mount Huashan!” Dad gave me a thumbs up.

In the dim lights on both sides of the road, I looked at the increasingly steep mountain road and the increasingly narrow steps. After countless rests, the original ambition and pride were extinguished. I sat on a stone by the roadside, looking at the endless Huashan Mountain, and for a time I wanted to give up. My mother encouraged me: "This mountain road is like our life road. There are twists and turns, but you have to firmly believe that you can see the rainbow after going through wind and rain!" I asked doubtfully: "Then why do you have to climb Huashan Mountain at night?" My mother said mysteriously: "When we reach the top of the mountain, There you have it.

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"Sunrise", my "original intention" when I came to Huashan, should I give up this beautiful scenery because of this difficulty? My answer is: "No! "I looked at the journey full of unknowns and said to myself: "I am unwilling to fall at the foot of Huashan Mountain! I am not willing to give up this beautiful scenery! I am unwilling to give up exploring the journey under my feet! ”

I mustered up the courage to walk through the “Thousand-foot Building” and the “Huixin Stone”, looking at the straight up and down steps, the long and endless road, lowering my head and grabbing the cold iron rope and moving forward carefully. OK. I want to measure the height of Huashan step by step and test my will and endurance on the long journey.

I vaguely heard the sound of gurgling water on the roadside and the dim lights accompanied us as we walked forward for 6 months! An hour later, I finally arrived at the top of the North Peak! The sky was slightly bright at this time, and I was standing in front of the stone tablet of "Huashan On Sword" inscribed by Jin Yong, imagining Linghu Chong's dancing moves; I saw the steps under my feet. "Thousand-foot Building", "Huixin Stone" and the nearly 90-degree iron cable path made me take a few breaths of cold air. My legs were shaking a little at this time!

The infinite scenery is on the dangerous peak. Looking back at the journey, I can’t help but get wet...

The ladder to heaven cannot stop me from my determination and courage to climb Mount Huashan, even though I didn’t see the long-awaited sunrise. , but on the way back, I met the "Huashan One-Armed Old Man" - although he lost his left arm, he could carry more than 100 kilograms of cargo up the mountain as if walking on flat ground. I was shocked by this mountain carrier! More beautiful scenery? Suddenly I understood the purpose of my mother’s night climb to Mount Huashan. This moment of satisfaction was worth it after a night of fatigue!

Life is like an unknown journey, with twists and turns. Beautiful scenery! Composition 7 for the first year of high school

Ideal is like a beautiful little flower. It does not grow on flat land, but needs to be irrigated with hard work on the rugged mountain trails. Cultivate with hard work.

My ideal is to be a mathematician, because I admired great mathematicians like Gauss who have contributed to the world, so I came up with the idea of ??becoming a mathematician. Vision.

Being a mathematician is not something you can do if you want to. It requires persistent efforts and struggle.

No matter how hard the wind blows. At night, at noon when the rain is heavy, or in the early morning when the snow is falling, you can always see me at the small table, quietly writing homework. When I am tired, I often open the window and look up at the stars shining in the night sky. A meteor flew by, and I asked myself: Why are you working so hard?

On that clear summer night, I looked at the starry sky, and the stars in the sky were looming, towering into the clouds. The residential building was extremely dark, with only a faint light shining in my room.

I sat down again and continued to do my homework. A moth flew across my eyes, and I couldn't help but be startled. I saw the moth landing on the lamp, slowly closing its wings, and its shadow fell on my notebook full of drafts.

I never woke it up, it had been flying for a day. , I should be tired. I continued to write my homework, and from time to time I rubbed my middle finger, which was calloused by the pen, and continued writing.

The biting cold wind blew in through the small holes in the screen window. , I felt a chill. The cold wind seemed to be asking me: Is it time for you to sleep? I thought, I have just taken the first step towards my ideal, how can I relax!

Another time. For a quarter of an hour, my head was buzzing, as if giving me a final warning. No! I couldn't sleep. I came to the sink. The biting cold water stimulated my head, and finally I woke up again.

After another half an hour, I finally couldn’t hold on anymore, my head was buried deeply in the book, and I fell asleep with a sweet dream...

A young man’s thoughts should be filled with clouds. For this cloud in my heart, I pursue hard and unswervingly. Now, my math scores are very good and I am the best in the class. Ideals are the beacon of life. I know that my dream of becoming a mathematician will always inspire me to move from excellence to excellence.

Grade 1 Composition Chapter 8

Love is a very abstract word. We have never seen or touched it in the course of our lives, but we can always feel its warmth, which makes us no longer wander and lonely. Move forward firmly.

This is the power of love.

The love between parents and children is a true, pure and good love. This power of love makes us physically connected to each other, and we are willing to sacrifice ourselves to protect our loved ones. I once read a report that a young mother was planning a delicious meal for her children on her way home, but she was horrified to see her son crawling outside from the balcony. She dropped her bag and vegetable basket and rushed resolutely. He faced his fallen son and used his body as his son's strongest shield. Then, she knocked her head heavily on the stone steps, fell asleep peacefully, and never woke up again. Afterwards, someone conducted an investigation and found that even well-trained police officers in their prime could not reach the stone steps at the same speed. What kind of power allows this ordinary mother to do this? It is love, the true and pure love for her children! There is only such a kind of love that is willing to sacrifice everything for her children, even if she sacrifices herself, she still wants to let her children continue their lives. With faith, miracles were created at that critical moment. This power of love has become a solid shield from generation to generation, surrounding each of us.

As the only poem in the Book of Songs that has not been criticized by Confucius, "Hold your son's hand and grow old together with you", it explains too much in just eight words. When Xiang Yu, the former overlord of Chu, let out his last roar of grief and anger in Wujiang River, he finally admitted defeat. The former hero could not escape the law of success as king and defeat as bandit. The hero is old, but there are always people who will never leave him. Looking at the rolling river, Yu Ji made a firm and tragic determination in her heart like the river rushing eastward: life is what she wants, but how can it stop her from being with her? The power of Xiang Yu's love that will always be with each other? So, they drew their swords and committed suicide, and went together to the Huangquan Road where they were no longer lonely. If the love between parents and children is dedication and sacrifice, then the love between wives and husbands is about never leaving and never abandoning. The power of this kind of love seems not as great as sacrifice, but it is equally pure. This kind of power of love makes them no longer afraid of the darkness of death, so that they can live together forever.

"Be concerned about the world's worries first, and be happy after the world's happiness" is a portrayal of Confucius's life. This is another kind of love, a universal love for all living beings. Love without family affection is touching, and love without lovers is the most difficult and persistent. After decades of ups and downs, Confucius was entertained as a guest, and was expelled and left alone. His wandering life brought him unimaginable fatigue and trauma, but Confucius, who was no longer young, persevered. , and continued to lobby around. He only hoped that all living beings in the world would be peaceful and happy, and no longer suffer from military service and war. What supported him was his fraternal love for all living beings. It was this kind of power of love that allowed Confucius to persevere for decades, no matter in good times or in adversity. It is also remembered and lamented by us.

The power of love is indeed abstract, but it is so ordinary yet extraordinary. It is the dedication and care between parents and children, it is the mutual support between lovers, and it is our fraternity for others. It is the power of love that makes us happy, strives for a better life, and makes strides forward on the road of life. Composition for the first year of high school, Chapter 9

Life is a long road, but also a short road. We will learn a lot and understand a lot on this road. We will go through hardships and obstacles on this road and finally succeed. This is also a good trip.

There are many roads in the world, and we can finish them even if they are full of potholes, but we can never finish the potholes on this road of life.

The road traveled.

The fifteen years I have traveled have been full of sadness and joy, with all five flavors. But it made us understand a lot of truths, and it also made me learn a lot. The road of fifteen years is neither long nor short. Some people stop moving forward in an instant, making their originally long road become short.

What are they doing this for? Maybe they were too tired and wanted to rest. They completed the past, present, and future journey all at once. It leaves a lot of unfinished business and a lot of regrets.

The current path.

The path now is for us to change the past and move towards a new path. The road now faces challenges, and how we choose is a question. We can change the current path, but we cannot change the past path and the future path, and we cannot determine it. The only thing we can do is to persevere on this stretch of road and finish it. Let the current road be full of excitement and let us live on the wonderful road of life.

The way forward.

We cannot determine the future path. How should we choose the future path in our future life? The road to the future is actually very long, but it is not very long either, because there are many turning points on the road to the future. If we take a wrong turn, it will make our future very short. On the road to the future, we must choose a good direction to make our future road more perfect.

The long road may make us tired, may make us sad, or may make us happy. Life is like a play, life is like a road. The road of life may be long or short. Composition 10 for the first year of high school

She pressed her face against the train window, feeling the coolness of summer penetrating her skin. Outside the window, there were endless golden wheat fields, and there were silent trees beside the fields. The scarecrow swings the cattail leaf fan in his hand slightly, driving away the naughty sparrows. The setting sun gradually sets in the distance, rendering a deep orange color. You can still vaguely distinguish the interlacing of blue sky and white clouds. The train brushes against the wheat on both sides, and the roaring sound is accompanied by a slight breeze.

She retracted her head, straightened her hair that was messed up by the wind, took the pen and paper next to her, and wrote down a short, cold sentence.

Will we all leave along different tracks in the end, with only one section intersecting? When I see your retreating back, the dust is flying, and then I will continue to move forward expressionlessly.

They said nothing to each other and understood each other tacitly.

She thought, maybe this is really a portrayal of us. We each left, leaving me where I was, crying.

The train continued to move forward, and there was a surge of heat in the noisy carriage. People complained softly. She felt that she was out of tune with them, but she felt that it was actually human nature.

Close your eyes and think about everything that has happened in the past few days.

Her mother asked her to go to another city and start a new life of her own, saying that she had grown up and had to take care of herself. The road in the distance was good or bad, and she could only try to walk it by herself. ...

Thinking again about the familiar faces and moist eyes on the platform before departure, my heart felt warm, but they could never accompany me on the journey.

Open your eyes and look out the window again. Only half of the sun's face is left. The night is coming. I am alone, walking towards the unknown road. It is also unknown who I will be with, and the next encounter with them. It was unknown, and she began to get anxious for no reason. She looked out the window to see where the interlaced tracks ahead would extend, and what kind of life it would bring to her. Alas, at this time, she could only lean against the window and sigh.

Entering a long tunnel, the dim light can only illuminate the windows. Everything in the car is an outline. People’s faces cannot be seen clearly, and people’s noises cannot be heard. Only the sound in the long tunnel can be seen. The only thing that rippled was the roaring sound of the train as it flew by. It was a pure and safe sound without any clutter: "It sounds so nice." She said sincerely. A dark blue ball of light appears in front of you. Is it the end?

Unknowingly, it was dark outside. The night was like a gorgeous and deep cloak, covering the noisy city. The street lights stood outside the window. After a while, they came behind again and could no longer be seen. Their Life is very stable. They may stand in place for their whole life, welcoming and sending off batches of people passing by them towards unknown territories. They are happy, maybe.

Tired, she leaned forward on the table and looked at a boy with a clean face next to her. She had not paid much attention to him. He was wearing a cotton shirt and a pair of jeans that had been washed white, drifting with the wind. The flying hair covered his smooth forehead for a while, and blew for him for a while. He ignored it and looked forward, his eyes focused and flashing. He was also looking for the unknown in the distance. Why was he so excited? Are you looking forward to it? A series of questions popped up, but she never asked them. Everyone is different. Some people choose to forget the past and move forward bravely. And what about myself? There are so many questions, it’s okay not to think about them.

She heard the sharp sound of the whistle transmitted to her brain through the auditory nerve, and there was a moment of pain. In front of her were the intersecting tracks and the train that was about to intersect.

They come from different places and will never go to the same place.

Just like the trains have crossed paths, but only for a short period of time. The road in the distance is still only your own.