Writing an essay on the scene on the way home

1. A 150-word essay on the scenery on the way home

Every day after school, I occasionally see beautiful sunsets, passing cars and busy pedestrians. What amazes me the most. It's "sunset", and the sun has turned light red! The charm of clouds is not inferior to that of the sunset, and the clouds have also turned orange! The combination of the two colors will make people feel warm.

On the way home, I always like to look around, not even an ant. Sometimes when I am in a bad mood, I will tell my classmates the reason for my unhappiness, and they will help me solve problems. If the dispute is resolved, my mood will feel better. Sometimes, when I go home, I will encounter some suspicious people who keep staring at me, like tigers catching prey, and they will pounce on me anytime and anywhere. I quickly speed up and go home. When I walk through the silent alleys, I hear the honking of cars and the sound of motorcycles starting. Sometimes I see stray dogs or cats. They are so scarred that I want to pick them up and take them home to raise!

On the way home, I passed one store after another, offering food, drink, and shopping. Everything was available, so as soon as I walked out of the house, I would see many stores, such as convenience stores. Shops, Watsons, bus stops...etc. I found that there are many differences between cities and rural areas. Cities have convenient transportation, but cars are honking constantly, causing excessive noise, air pollution, etc. Although the countryside is quiet and the air is fresh, the transportation is not convenient, causing more and more people to move to cities.

The way home is full of various scenes, including busy pedestrians, leisurely shoppers, traffic jams, and colorful neon lights. No matter what the situation is, the final destination is to go out happily and return to your warm home safely. 2. A 200-word description of the scene with the title "On the Road Home"

2 excerpts for reference. Your approval is the motivation for my answer. I hope my answer will be helpful to you.

1. When I walked out of school with my sister, a big sister handed us a leaflet. I took it and looked at it as I walked. I found that this leaflet was meaningless to me, so I threw it in the air.

The leaflet floated in the wind and fell gently to the ground. At this time, I was chatting with my sister and didn't pay attention to the various waste papers on the ground.

My sister threw the leaflet in her hand to the ground again, and then I discovered the pieces of waste paper scattered on the ground, as well as piles of garbage everywhere. Flies have become regular visitors to these garbage, "visiting" in groups.

Waves of stench penetrated the nostrils, and people passing by had to cover their noses, stand on tiptoes, and carefully avoid it. I also had to be careful for fear of picking up terrible germs.

At this time, I couldn't help but tremble in my heart, remembering the scene where I just threw away the leaflet. Am I not one of the people who create this garbage? I'm ashamed of the mistakes I made.

If people were like me, wouldn’t our beautiful city become a “garbage kingdom”? It felt like a stone was weighing heavily on my heart, and I felt extremely uncomfortable.

2. At 7 p.m., the lanterns are lit. Wandering downstairs of his home.

——The windows are bright. ——The light is on in the room.

——There is someone in the house. ——The whole family is waiting for news about their exams.

Turn around suddenly and run quickly in the opposite direction. The dark flow of people was slowly moving.

In the clear night sky, far away, there is also a river of stars rushing and raging. Even though it is so far away, probably tens of billions of light years away, it is still so bright. . But how do I feel that you are so close to me, so close that I can see your eyes clearly?

You and I are equally lonely. Loneliness begins to return. 3. A 150-word essay on the scenery on the way home

Every day after school, I occasionally see beautiful sunsets, passing cars and busy pedestrians. What amazes me the most is the "sunset". The sun actually It turned light red! The charm of clouds is not inferior to that of the sunset, and the clouds have also turned orange! The combination of the two colors will make people feel warm.

On the way home, I always like to look around, not even an ant. Sometimes when I am in a bad mood, I will tell my classmates the reason for my unhappiness, and they will help me solve problems. If the dispute is resolved, my mood will feel better. Sometimes, when I go home, I will encounter some suspicious people who keep staring at me, like tigers catching prey, and they will pounce on me anytime and anywhere. I quickly speed up and go home.

When I walk through the quiet alleys, I will hear the honking of cars and the sound of motorcycles starting. Sometimes I will see stray dogs or cats. They are so scarred that they make me want to pick them up. Take them home and raise them! On the way home, I passed one store after another, offering food, drink, and shopping. Everything was available, so as soon as I walked out of the house, I would see many stores, such as convenience stores, Watsons, bus stops... …etc. I found that there are many differences between cities and rural areas. Cities have convenient transportation, but cars are honking constantly, causing excessive noise, air pollution, etc.

Although the countryside is quiet and the air is fresh, the transportation is not convenient, causing more and more people to move to cities. The way home is full of various scenes, including busy pedestrians, leisurely shoppers, traffic jams, and colorful neon lights.

No matter what the situation is, the final destination is to go out happily and return to a warm home safely. 4. Composition on the way home

On the way home from school, I have been walking for seven or eight years.

From kindergarten, elementary school to junior high school, I always carried a heavy schoolbag home. But after entering middle school, I discovered the difference between the way I went to school before and now.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, as soon as school was over every day, I would run to the entrance of the kindergarten, eyes wide open, looking for my grandpa who came to take me home. At that time, whenever my grandfather saw me, he would take out a small box from his pocket like magic. The box contained many delicious things: chocolate, Jiajia toffee, "spicy rice cracker"... after school On the way home, whenever I see a toy I like, I pester my grandpa to buy it. Grandpa can’t resist me, and because he dotes on me, he always pays for it without hesitation.

At that time, I regarded the walk home from school as the happiest moment of the day. After entering elementary school, as I grew up, I began to go home alone.

Although I am missing my grandpa’s little box, I am surrounded by my “buddies”. Everyone talks and laughs, laughs, shouts, and sometimes chases and fights, immersed in a relaxed and happy atmosphere . At that time, I felt that the walk after school was the most relaxing moment in my study life.

When I entered junior high school, my best friend and I broke up and went to school alone at the No. 2 High School Affiliated to Fudan University, which was far away from home. On the way home from school, I was left alone.

At that time, it was getting late, and there were thousands of lights around me. My stomach was empty, and my heart was even more empty, as if I had lost something. Whenever I try my best to squeeze onto the bus and accidentally squeeze or step on others, I will immediately get a burst of abuse, and I have to apologize to others constantly.

Whenever I carry a heavy schoolbag alone, I walk silently in the streets and alleys. Walking on the way home, I felt very lonely. The scenes on the way to kindergarten and elementary school kept popping up in my mind, and I fantasized about recreating them. I really missed them! On the way home from school, a thin figure walked silently on the street.

… Like a lone goose left behind, flying in the vast sky … But I know deeply that the family affection and childlike interest in childhood have left me as I grow older. Go, I am growing up slowly and meet new challenges. Today, I made a serious mistake - I didn't go home on time when I went home. Just for fun, I played catch with my classmates on the road.

After school today, my classmates and I went home together. We stayed at school for so long, so we wanted to have some fun, so we put down our schoolbags and played catch. We had a lot of fun at first, but the teacher discovered it and asked us to write this composition.

I went home and thought about it carefully, and I thought it was wrong to do this.

First of all, we didn't go home on time after school, which was very bad. The teacher had told us before that we should go home on time after school, otherwise our parents would be worried, but I didn't listen and went to play games when we came home from school.

Secondly, we should not play the dangerous game of catching people. If we are running around, we can easily fall or be hit by a car. This is very dangerous. I only realize the seriousness of the matter now, why didn’t I realize it earlier? I really regret it, but regret is useless. There is no medicine for regret in the world. The only thing I can do now is to ensure that I will not make the same mistake next time. I really realize my mistake and hope everyone can forgive me.

I will definitely come home on time from school and stop lingering on the road and playing dangerous games. I do my homework seriously after I get home from school and never play around. It is good to relax occasionally on Saturdays and Sundays, but I will not play this game anymore. If I want to play, I will play some meaningful games.

I believe this is the first and last time, and I will not let "history" repeat itself. After school, I got on the bus home. There were so many people on the bus that it was a bit breathless. Fortunately, I had a seat.

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked out the window leisurely. The sky was a little blurry, and the lights on the roadside were on. They were colorful and so beautiful----- Just as I was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery, Suddenly I heard an old man talking to himself: "There are so many people, and there is no place for me -------" When I looked up, I saw the old man beside me, and I quickly lowered my head. . After a while, I secretly took a look at the old grandfather: his hair was covered with silver threads, and wrinkles had appeared on his face. He was about 60 years old.

I thought: Should I give up my seat or not? If you let it go, home is still far away; if you don't let it, you still can't live with it. How can this be done? I turned around and looked at the few young people sitting around me. They were talking and laughing as if nothing had happened. They looked very happy, but where was the old grandpa? Now I'm grabbing this armrest, now I'm grabbing that armrest, I'm very helpless ------- I looked and thought, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I stood up with my schoolbag in hand.

I patted the grandfather on the shoulder, pointed to the seat, and motioned for him to sit down. The grandfather understood and said to me with a smile: "Sit down, kid!" I also smiled. Said to the old man: "Grandpa, please sit down!" -----After repeated pushing, the old man finally sat down. After sitting down, the old man kept thanking me.

He also asked me: "Child, where did you get off?" I replied: "Terminal." "Oh, Huangjing, right!" Yes! "I got off earlier than you. When I get off, you sit down again!" Thank you so much! "It's okay, Grandpa!" "After a while of silence, the old man got up to get out of the car, but he didn't forget to turn around and thank me again.

After listening to the old man's words, my heart felt sweeter than eating honey. ! When I thought about the young people around me, I felt very angry! I really wanted to say to them: "If those were your relatives, would you still turn a blind eye and be indifferent?" Caring for others is a virtue of our Chinese nation. Are you not as good as me, a primary school student? ! At this time, I looked out the window again, and the moon smiled sweeter, and the street lights became brighter, as if they were shining on everyone's heart----------There was a song that said: Accept my care , I look forward to your smile. The structure of 'people' is to support each other - the good people and good deeds in life are like songs of the soul, singing the melody of love and the true feelings of the world. As long as people If everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world. 5. On the way home, a 600-word essay

Waiting in the rain

The erratic rain and mist in the sky were hazy. I was afraid that my clothes would get wet, so I quickened my pace. There were not many people on campus at this time, so my lonely figure walking quickly was particularly eye-catching in this quiet campus.

When I looked up inadvertently, I saw a figure under a bright light in the distance, holding a heavy thing and waiting for something. It was raining and the mist was so heavy. What was he doing standing there?

I gradually got closer, and his figure gradually enlarged, and I saw that he was holding a thick bed of cotton wool in his hands. He lowered his head and protected the cotton wool tightly, fearing that it would get wet.

I had a question in my mind: Why did he wait in the rain holding a quilt? On second thought, he might be sending quilts to the children who are boarding at school. Yes, the weather has turned cold recently. Which parent is no longer worried about his children? But why didn't he hide under the awning nearby instead of standing under the light and getting soaked in the rain? Thinking about it more carefully, maybe I was afraid that my son or daughter would come and not find me, so I deliberately stood under the eye-catching bright light and waited quietly... I thought of this, and suddenly A warm current pours into the heart, refreshing, who would be afraid of the rain?

After walking a few steps further, I saw that his clothes and pants were old and almost faded, and his hair was drooped with rain and dew. He remained motionless and silent, clutching the quilt tightly. His face has gone through many vicissitudes of life and is covered with wrinkles, which are traces of the passage of time. He is obviously over fifty years old. Seeing that the crowd on campus was gone, his face was gloomy and he was in a daze, and I seemed to hear a sigh.

I passed by him. He heard the footsteps and quickly looked up. After seeing me, he was disappointed and started to look around. The anxiety was revealed in his eyes.

I left without saying a word, listening to the light sound of drizzle, and heard the sound of heartbreak again. The sound of rain was getting louder and louder, and I didn’t know if the father had left. Although it was not my father who was caught in the rain, I still felt uncomfortable in my heart.

Waiting in the rain is the most persistent true love. True love falls with the rain, weaving a silent touch, but who will discover and pay attention to this little bit of warmth? 6. Composition of Chester on the Road Home

General comments: This is an imaginative composition, which can be seen as a continuation of "The Cricket in Times Square".

Wealth, honor, flowers... Chester has everything people desire, what else can he ask for? In the article, the author spreads the wings of his imagination to bring the famous Chester back to his hometown. He uses Selden's style of writing to describe Chester's thoughts on the way home. The words naturally reveal a common human emotion. : Go home, return to your spiritual hometown. However, the shortcomings of this article are also obvious, especially the inconsistency of person (starting writing in the third person, but then writing in the author's self-reported tone) and the even use of pen and ink when arranging materials (downplaying the focus). Such mistakes should be dealt with in future compositions. attract attention.

Reviewer: Quanzhou Xiaoting The train "clicks, clicks (...)" (the train) is rubbing against the rails, speeding from New York City to Connecticut. The slightly trembling carriage was like a cradle.

(,) The passengers all dozed off under the dim light. (Being in love with the scene opened up Chester’s thoughts on the way home.

Good paragraph. Please pay attention to the conciseness of sentences in the future.)

Little Chester Cricket was originally I want to have a good sleep on the train. Some time ago, I performed twice a day and had hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at me. I was really uncomfortable, not happy at all, and my body was really tired.

But it tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. Although it has been looking forward to returning to the countryside of Connecticut, tonight it also embarks on a journey home.

But I really have to say goodbye to Times Square where I have lived for three months, leave Tucker and Henry, and leave Mario's family, and I still feel a little lost. It was as if there was an invisible thread still pulling me, making me reluctant to let go.

(The sentence "I really feel uncomfortable and not happy at all" does not conform to the relevant plot description in "The Cricket in Times Square". Although it is an imaginary composition, there must be no contradiction when it comes to the plot of the original work. (") It recalled the scene when it first met Tucker, (") This mouse is really hospitable. He brought out his treasured gourmet sausages to entertain me the first time we met (" Chester remembered the scene with Tucker. The scene when Tucker first met, "this Tucker).

After eating half of his host's two dollars as leaves, this Tucker actually came up with so many "bad ideas", what a man A smart but a bit philistine mouse. ("Looking at the passing plants and trees outside the car window, Chester sighed to Tucker) But this mouse is still quite sincere to his friends, (because this mouse) finally made him ( He (himself) risked his life to pick it up, prepare it for retirement, and contribute his life savings to help himself (Chester) tide over the difficulties.

(") This is a friend that cannot be forgotten. I must visit it if I have the opportunity in the future. I hope it can also come to the countryside of Connecticut.

("Chase Talking to himself.) (Tucker, a mouse who was born and raised in New York, is very different from Chester in personality. This paragraph describes Tucker's flexibility, yet still has a kind nature.

But after starting with the third person "it", the sudden appearance of the oral tone of "I" makes the behavior of this paragraph irregular. ) (") By the way, there is a constant. You have to think about the question you didn’t think about carefully: How could Tucker the mouse and Henry the cat become friends? This is simply unbelievable in our countryside ("Chester suddenly came up with this idea,"

Well, it seems that New York City is too strange. It must be too noisy and too boring. People are busy and have no time to make friends, so there is no communication. They are very lonely and depressed, so they are natural enemies. We also became friends, talking, chatting, and playing together.

(") From this point of view, our country is better: blue sky, clear river, fresh air. , vast fields, many friends..., (A beautiful countryside scenery was displayed in Chester's thoughts while the train was driving.) (This paragraph tells the story of returning to his spiritual homeland, which is what Chase is thinking about. The proposition given by Te himself is that he is destined to return after an experience.

The inconsistency of persons and the standard of narrative tone are still the "flaws" of this paragraph) Chester thought about it again. The days when he and Mario were together.

The little master loves himself so much. If he had not been taken in by the little master and his father, Mr. Benili, he would not have known what his fate would be in Nuyo City. The fire caused huge damage to the owner's newsstand. Although the direct cause was not his own, he was still somewhat responsible.

Oh, so ashamed! There are also Mr. Smedley who promotes his musical talent, the kind and kind old man Feng Sai, and his friend, an old Chinese gentleman full of knowledge. Not only did they give me a "palace"-like house, they even bowed to me. Gave me a taste of Chinese food. These people are so kind! They should be remembered! Well, I should sing a song to commemorate these good friends and partners.

"Return to Sorrento" is a very good song. I used to use this song to miss my hometown, but now I use it to miss my life and friends in Times Square, New York. Remember their kindness! (Because it is related to friendship, life, care and emotion, it makes Chester and Mario’s life together simple and beautiful. However, the inconsistent person pronouns and the standard of narrative tone are still the “flaws” of this paragraph and should be revised. !) Then (,) it hummed softly: "Look at how beautiful the ocean is, how exciting the mood is, how intoxicating the scenery of nature is! Look at the orchards on the hillside, how beautiful the trees are. It's full of golden tangerines, fragrant everywhere, and full of warmth. But you say goodbye to me, abandon your friends forever, abandon your hometown forever, do you really have the heart not to abandon me, don't make me come back? Suffer no more pain and return to Sorrento, come back!" After singing this song, Chester's eyes were filled with tears. He hoped that the train would run faster and reach his hometown as soon as possible.

But I feel that Times Square in New York is getting farther and farther away from me. I wonder if I will have the opportunity to visit there again in this life. It hesitated, not knowing whether it was better to go back to Times Square and take another look, or to return to its hometown.

Just when Chester was confused and melancholy, the train arrived at its hometown-Connecticut station. (Chester's reluctance to leave life in Times Square and his desire to return to the countryside converge in the above two paragraphs. 7. A 200-word description of the scene titled "On the Road Home"

2 snippets for reference. Your recognition is the motivation for my answer. I hope my answer will be helpful to you.

1. When I walked out of school with my sister, a big sister handed us a propaganda. I took it and looked at it as I walked. I found that the flyer was meaningless to me, so I threw it into the air and landed gently on the ground. I didn't pay attention to the various waste papers on the ground.

My sister threw the leaflet in her hand to the ground again, and then I discovered the pieces of waste paper scattered on the ground, as well as piles of garbage everywhere. Flies have become regular visitors to these garbage, "visiting" in groups. Waves of stench penetrated the nostrils, and people passing by had to cover their noses, stand on tiptoes, and carefully avoid it. I also had to be careful for fear of picking up terrible germs.

At this time, I couldn't help but tremble in my heart, remembering the scene where I just threw away the leaflet. Am I not one of the people who create this garbage? I'm ashamed of the mistakes I made. If people were like me, wouldn't our beautiful city become a "garbage kingdom"? It felt like a stone was weighing heavily on my heart, and I felt extremely uncomfortable.

2. At 7 p.m., the lanterns are lit.

Wandering downstairs of his home.

——The windows are bright.

——The light is on in the room.

——There is someone in the house.

——The whole family is waiting for news about their exams.

Turn around suddenly and run quickly in the opposite direction.

The dark flow of people was slowly moving. In the clear night sky, far away, there is also a river of stars flowing turbulently. Even though it is so far away, probably tens of billions of light years away, it is still so bright.

But how do I feel that you are so close to me, so close that I can see your eyes clearly. You and I are equally lonely. Loneliness begins to return. 8. Composition on the way home

On the way home, the plants on both sides have lost their youthful vitality. The willows are still swaying in the wind, but they are no longer beautiful; the flowers are still beautiful, but no longer fragrant. ; The leaves are still green, but there is a layer of dust; the world is no longer as beautiful as in memory, it has become gray.

On the way home, my grandfather was no longer with me. I lost the sound of rough breathing and the gentle call. Under the setting sun, only a long shadow is left, which is lonely. I no longer rush home, no longer walk quickly, and the urging voice is no longer in my ears. No more turmoil, I walked leisurely, admiring the scenery on the roadside, thinking about things in my heart, and humming songs.

There was a little more life in the river, and I was surprised to find that the garbage was gone. When a car passes by, it always kicks up a burst of dust, which then falls down slowly and falls gray on the weeds.

The birds in memory no longer fly, but just chirp; the beauty in memory is no longer fragrant, but just showing off; the bell grass on the roadside still makes a tinkling sound when held in the hand; in memory The blue sky is no longer soaring, it is just gray, isolating the distance from the blue sky; the sunset in my memory no longer shines, it is just quiet, bringing me distant thoughts.

I still remember that I have been walking this road for 8 years, a full 8 years. This road has left traces that can never be erased.

Grandpa’s death made me stronger and no longer afraid. Let me understand that we must cherish our time. The departure of my predecessors once again sounded the alarm of time, making me work harder and no longer be confused. It strengthened my dream.

The little girl on the roadside said hello to me, and I smiled at her. Maybe she will still have a wonderful childhood to spend, she can still show a sweet smile, and she can still cry when facing difficulties.

I no longer choose to escape or hide from the wind and rain. I feel that the beauty of the wind and rain and my strong faith leave a trace in my heart that can never be erased.

Wind and rain, beauty, blue sky, soaring, my dream, flying.