Write a composition on hiking.

Looking forward to, looking forward to, looking forward to the long-awaited hiking and training activities finally arrived.

With the headmaster's order: "hiking and training activities officially begin!" "We lined up neatly, faced with the warm spring breeze and accompanied by the warm spring breeze, and set off in a mighty way.

Along the way, birds are singing, flowers are dancing, and the whole mountain smells of spring. Our team is like a long team, marching on the expressway, intoxicated by the flowers and birds ... Seeing the destination, we ran to it in three steps and two steps.

I invited my team members, and they showed the roast chicken and barbecue. Our players are all "greedy cats" and can't help catching them to eat.

When the whistle sounded, it was a rally. We packed our bags and ran to the team.

The teacher asked us to sit down. It's time to perform the program! Lu Chen Ge, the "master of humor" in our class, appeared. He told a latest joke that made everyone laugh from ear to ear. At this time, Huang Zhientropy, the "martial arts hero" in our class, showed it on the stage, and everyone couldn't help applauding his martial arts practice. I also gave him some "flowers"-some weeds and some wild radish flowers ... our laughter echoed over the venue.

With a loud whistle, we must gather and go back to school. Oh, no, how did the green grass become a flower? Alas, it turned out to be those disobedient peels and snack bags, as well as unfinished food! "Clean up the scene!" When the teacher gave the order, we rushed to the "garbage boy" ... in a short time, each of us took a bag of garbage in his hand. We'll send them back to our home. On the clean grass, the grass lined up neatly and danced happily to see us off under the leadership of Mrs. Feng. The little tree swayed wildly in the wind, as if to say, "Goodbye, goodbye!" " Welcome to come again next time. "

We reluctantly returned to school, and the happy zipper activity slipped away from our laughter.

2. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of "Looking forward to the next spring outing". Every hike is different, and everyone is different.

So I can only say it in classic language, which is what I expect. I'm looking forward to a pleasant hike. On the way, we talked and laughed and soon arrived at our destination-the park.

We sat around the grass together, watching our own programs, singing birds and flowers, and wicker patting my cheek. Everyone's face is full of happiness and joy. I'm looking forward to a beautiful hike. On the day we went, the wind was gentle, blowing small trees and grass to dance together. A breeze blew like a mother stroking her face.

I like that kind of feeling, with a little coolness, which makes people relaxed and happy. To enjoy life, you don't have to be accompanied by silk, delicious food and delicacies.

Nature is also a gift from God. In the early morning, Miss Chun wore beautiful clothes, danced with warm wind, and came to us with a charming smile, putting on new clothes for nature and letting everything show infinite vitality! I am looking forward to a lively hike, and we are singing on the road.

Jumping and chatting, when we got to the place, our lively performance was pleasantly watched by our parents and applauded warmly. In this way, I am looking forward to hiking in spring and the happiness with my friends.

It is unusual to write a composition on the topic that I went hiking that day, because the school held a "hiking" activity. Students are not afraid of these dozens of kilometers. "What can you do in just a few kilometers?" Mentality. We are heading for our destination. ...

Our Class 7, Grade 7 can be described as "high morale", singing in the wind along the road and watching the scenery after sunset. Although the road at the foot is muddy. But that didn't stop us from moving forward. But "Spring Rain", an uninvited guest who didn't follow the routine, extinguished our enthusiasm in an instant. We ran in the rain under an umbrella, and the air seemed to become turbid, and our restless hearts came to life. The team is full of complaints: "Why hasn't it arrived yet? I'm exhausted ... "I don't think we can reach our destination. Everyone is tired. Just when I wanted to give up, an inexplicable force supported us and kept shouting "Come on, come on" and we persisted. See the bright light from afar. See the clear sky before the storm. We should be brave and persist.

Maybe God was moved by our spirit. I let the sun emerge from the impenetrable dark clouds. In the bright sunshine, I found the rape flowers on the roadside so beautiful! Lovely flowers are next to each other, neatly arranged on the slope. From a distance, it looks like a golden Huang Cancan, like a sea surging with the wind, like a golden cloak dotted with monotonous uphill. I also saw a locust tree on the side of the road with half its roots exposed but still standing on the ground. Because of human destruction, it is heading for extinction. But it didn't fall, even though it lost half of its roots and half of its grip, it still stood tenaciously. The edge of the leaves on the tree is yellow, but it still exudes dazzling green ... I can't help but think of this scene again. Shouldn't I learn the spirit of this tree that has gone through so many hardships? Is this a little pain that makes me flinch? Suddenly more motivated and tired.

With tenacious perseverance, I stepped on the clear spring on the stone and stepped on the taoyuan in my dream; Walking through the clouds of Bai Di and the purple smoke of incense burners; Through the blessed land and the swing outside the wall; I don't know the past and present, the destination has suddenly appeared in the stream. We all insisted on reaching the other side of success, and the students all laughed, as if there was a sweet and cool wind blowing through our hearts! Finally, you can "camp in the same place and rest the army." Everyone takes out his own food and swallows it as if he would never have enough to eat. Time passed in the laughter and gorging of the students, and in a blink of an eye, we went back to the original road. ...

"I don't know the way when I first entered the rivers and lakes, and my ambition is like rivers and lakes." It was easy to go that way for the second time, and butterflies flying among the flowers accompanied us. I saw the trees again, saw the beautiful rape flowers, and finally saw the school like home. ...

"Before you dig for gold, you need to do a lot of hard work to blow away the crazy sand." Hiking-tired and growing!

It is unusual to write a composition on the topic that I went hiking that day, because the school held a "hiking" activity.

Students are not afraid of these dozens of kilometers. "What can you do in just a few kilometers?" Mentality.

We are heading for our destination ... Class 7, Grade 7 is "high-spirited", singing in the wind and watching the scenery after sunset. Although the road at the foot is muddy.

But that didn't stop us from moving forward. But "Spring Rain", an uninvited guest who didn't follow the routine, extinguished our enthusiasm in an instant.

We ran in the rain under an umbrella, and the air seemed to become turbid, and our restless hearts came to life. The team is full of complaints: "Why hasn't it arrived yet? I'm exhausted ... "I don't think we can reach our destination.

Everyone is tired. Just when I wanted to give up, an inexplicable force supported us and kept shouting "Come on, come on" and we persisted.

See the bright light from afar. See the clear sky before the storm.

We should be brave and persist. Maybe God was moved by our spirit.

I let the sun emerge from the impenetrable dark clouds. In the bright sunshine, I found the rape flowers on the roadside so beautiful! Lovely flowers are next to each other, neatly arranged on the slope. From a distance, it looks like a golden Huang Cancan, like a sea surging with the wind, like a golden cloak dotted with monotonous uphill.

I also saw a locust tree on the side of the road with half its roots exposed but still standing on the ground. Because of human destruction, it is heading for extinction.

But it didn't fall, even though it lost half of its roots and half of its grip, it still stood tenaciously. The edge of the leaves on the tree is yellow, but it still exudes dazzling green ... I can't help but think of this scene again. Shouldn't I learn the spirit of this tree that has gone through so many hardships? Is this a little pain that makes me flinch? Suddenly more motivated and tired.

With tenacious perseverance, I stepped on the clear spring on the stone and stepped on the taoyuan in my dream; Walking through the clouds of Bai Di and the purple smoke of incense burners; Through the blessed land and the swing outside the wall; I don't know the past and present, the destination has suddenly appeared in the stream. We all insisted on reaching the other side of success, and the students all laughed, as if there was a sweet and cool wind blowing through our hearts! Finally, you can "camp in the same place and rest the army."

Everyone takes out his own food and swallows it as if he would never have enough to eat. Time passes in the laughter and gobbling of classmates, and in a blink of an eye, we will go back to the original road ... "I don't know the way when I first entered the rivers and lakes, and my ambition is like rivers and lakes."

It was easy to go that way for the second time, and butterflies flying among the flowers accompanied us. I saw the trees again, the beautiful rape blossoms, and finally the school was as warm as home ... "You need to do a lot of hard work to blow away the wild sand before you dig gold."

Hiking-tired and growing.

5. Writing on the theme of hiking and training

Looking forward to, looking forward to, looking forward to the long-awaited hiking and training activities finally arrived.

With the headmaster's order: "hiking and training activities officially begin!" "We lined up neatly, faced with the warm spring breeze and accompanied by the warm spring breeze, and set off in a mighty way.

Along the way, birds are singing, flowers are dancing, and the whole mountain smells of spring. Our team is like a long team, marching on the expressway, intoxicated by the flowers and birds ... Seeing the destination, we ran to it in three steps and two steps.

I invited my team members, and they showed the roast chicken and barbecue. Our players are all "greedy cats" and can't help catching them to eat.

When the whistle sounded, it was a rally. We packed our bags and ran to the team.

The teacher asked us to sit down. It's time to perform the program! Lu Chen Ge, the "master of humor" in our class, appeared. He told a latest joke that made everyone laugh from ear to ear. At this time, Huang Zhientropy, the "martial arts hero" in our class, showed it on the stage, and everyone couldn't help applauding his martial arts practice. I also gave him some "flowers"-some weeds and some wild radish flowers ... our laughter echoed over the venue.

With a loud whistle, we must gather and go back to school. Oh, no, how did the green grass become a flower? Alas, it turned out to be those disobedient peels and snack bags, as well as unfinished food! "Clean up the scene!" When the teacher gave the order, we rushed to the "garbage boy" ... in a short time, each of us took a bag of garbage in his hand. We'll send them back to our home. On the clean grass, the grass lined up neatly and danced happily to see us off under the leadership of Mrs. Feng. The little tree swayed wildly in the wind, as if to say, "Goodbye, goodbye!" " Welcome to come again next time. "

We reluctantly returned to school, and the happy zipper activity slipped away from our laughter.

6. An essay on hiking, self-confidence and self-improvement: Yongsheng River.

"A bowl of Meng Po soup ..." Meng Po looked at the plain shadow in front of him with pity.

"It's already seven lives seven lives. Why are you still unwilling to let this situation go?

So persistent, for what ... "

Women chuckle, a pair of autumn eyes full of ambiguous feelings, tears are broken:

"... if you remember me, even if you wait for VII, what's the harm ..."

"No complaints and regrets?"

"yes"

Meng Po sighed and always made way for her.

I looked at the rebirth door of a white shadow in the distance, and then withdrew my farewell eyes.

She picked up two red silk threads that were broken inch by inch, carefully wetted a few drops of holy water in the Yongsheng River at the broken place, and staggered along.

The rickety body makes it float on the eternal river, and then tries to squeeze out a smile from the pale wrinkled face. "

Girl, this is what an old woman can do, and the rest is up to God ... Ahem. "

Say and Meng Po severe cough for a long time, rickety body as if more bent. She stood quietly on a stick,

Trembling back to the bridge.

On the bluestone platform, a few drops of purplish blood were left.

7. About Hiking High School Students' 800-word Composition Feeling Hiking is over. As a participant, I have deep feelings.

From the point of view of class 238, hiking made me feel the strength of class unity and the affection between classmates. Mr. Hai, the head teacher, and Mr. English teacher embarked on this journey with us. We talked and laughed all the way and had a good time. We eat delicious food and drink water together. On the way, we have to care about greetings and friendly eyes. We strive to raise the national flag for the class, we strive to carry backpacks for tired students, and we strive to help students who are unwell! We support and encourage each other. Zhou vomited three times on the road and his face changed color, but he still insisted on not getting on the bus. The students can't stand it. They put him on the bus, but in less than ten minutes, he got off again. He doesn't want to leave the class. He wants to suffer with his classmates. When he vomited again, the students put him in the car again, but he stubbornly came down again. At the moment he returned to the team, the students pressed the shutter of the camera. Students should record this touching moment and hero's smile.

On the way, Mr. Hai, the head teacher, led us to sing, chat with classmates and tell us jokes. The atmosphere is so harmonious. Our class sings the most, shouts the loudest and walks the easiest. In this hike, there is bitterness, but more sweetness. I have four blisters on my feet, which makes me feel distressed, but I keep telling myself: I can't fall behind for myself and Class 238. When my classmate grabbed my hand, when my classmate handed me a wet towel, when my classmate gave me water to drink, I told myself to stick to it! Only in this way can I become a qualified member of Class 238. Finally, I succeeded. The moment I stepped into the school gate, I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. But I cried comfortably and happily. This is cheering for victory. I know these tears are the clearest in the world.

Students and teacher Hai are sitting on the playground. We are going to take a family photo. Let time stay in this moment. The flash of the flashlight condensed the heart and love of the whole class.

Class 238, you are our pride and our forever home!

There is no harm in writing a 600-word composition on the topic of detours. I used to like Suzhou garden-style flower walls. Hollow flower windows make people daydream about the world outside the window. Through the flower window, I can see that the bloody sun in another garden is far away from the quiet orchids, and an old banana is dripping with eternal sadness. Or is the water lily in the pond and her reflection rippling a gentle and attractive ripple ... so the scenery outside the wall attracts my attention more than that inside. I always sprint on the winding path outside two gardens, hoping that the next garden will bring me more beauty and enjoyment. Once, I used a flower wall to cut through my whole body. I longed to get rid of the shackles of my parents, to be free and independent, and to fly out of the side of my head. On the road of life, I began to walk in a hurry, adhering to the belief of the scenery ahead, completely ignoring the scenery behind me. I broke through the shackles of my parents and stubbornly searched for my hopes and dreams. I walked in my garden for a long time. I neglected the simplicity of Qingdun and the elegance of ink painting. Do not cling to the exquisite scenery changes of small bridges and flowing water, do not cling to the lofty sentiments of literati and the charm of pavilions. I just run from one garden to another, because through the window, the scenery in another garden is always more attractive and imaginative. So I only left my hurried steps on the winding path. On the road of life, I have passed 18. I don't care about my parents. I squandered my family and friendship. I ignored the beautiful scenery around me because the charming scenery in front of the road tempted me. In my imagination, they are so perfect that they should not be missed, and even worth giving up everything to pursue. So, on the road of life, only my hurried and shallow footprints were left. Suddenly I looked up and the end of the garden suddenly appeared in front of me, only to realize that there was no distant scenery for me to spy on and pursue. The beauty of the garden has been missed. Looking back silently, the bell of 18 years old suddenly rang my heart. Only to find that the beauty of life has been missed a lot. My father's strong and straight back is just a lonely shadow that is getting rickety day by day, and my mother's youthful smile is marked with deepening wrinkles. However, I loaf all day between unfulfilled expectations and the lack of income in reality. I suddenly realized that these were detours. However, I am young and frivolous, and I still have to go on. Fortunately, I can still find the lost scenery without stepping out of the garden gate. Fortunately, the road of life is still long, and we can get lost in the detours we have to take, find back the lost beauty and cherish it again. -cherish the land in this small but real flower wall. Another article can refer to let children take fewer detours. Colleague Xiao Zhang told me a story about her and her children, which made me think, so I had the feeling of getting my chest out. "Children learn to write in the third grade. In order to leave a good impression on the new Chinese teacher, I spared no effort to help him revise it. Before the final exam of that semester, my son's composition was always read by the teacher as a model essay in the class. Every time I show my son my revised composition in class, the children always tell me with great interest. I mistakenly thought that the children's writing level would be improved by my tireless revision. However, after the final exam, my son was not happy-correct himself. Although it was a waste of time, I was impressed with myself and soon got rid of the problem of relying on my parents to correct my composition. Parents' help can really get twice the result with half the effort, but it is not as effective as children's personal experience. It is the same reason that it is better to teach people to fish than to teach people to fish. Some parents try to collect learning experience from the beginning of their children's schooling and teach them everything. Some will list the problems that children may encounter in their future lives and remind them from time to time; Some even design the future for children, plan their life blueprint in advance, and euphemistically say that children should take fewer detours. As we all know, detours, like falls, are irreplaceable by parents and are compulsory courses for children's growth. It is this little failure that makes them mature gradually. Parents and friends, there is no harm in letting children take fewer detours. This seems to be a waste of time. In fact, this is a wise move. Report 600 junior high school compositions that took a detour | 2011-8 20: 33 Questioner: 1024 152965438 | Reward score: 5 | Browse. 2011-1-914: 39 The best answer is that there is no harm in taking a detour. I used to like Suzhou garden-style flower walls, and the hollowed-out flower windows made people daydream about the world outside the window. I can see the bloody sunset in another garden through the flower window, a quiet orchid. Or is the water lily in the pond and her reflection rippling a gentle and attractive ripple ... so the scenery outside the wall attracts my attention more than that inside. I always sprint on the winding path outside two gardens, hoping that the next garden will bring me more beauty and enjoyment. Once, I used a flower wall to cut through my whole body. I longed to get rid of the shackles of my parents, to be free and independent, and to fly out of the side of my head. On the road of life, I began to walk in a hurry, adhering to the belief of the scenery ahead, completely ignoring the scenery behind me. I broke through the shackles of my parents and stubbornly searched for my hopes and dreams. I walked in my garden for a long time. I neglected the simplicity of Qingdun and the elegance of ink painting. Do not cling to the exquisite scenery changes of small bridges and flowing water, do not cling to the lofty sentiments of literati and the charm of pavilions. I just run from one garden to another, because through the window, the scenery in another garden is always more attractive and imaginative. So I only left my hurried steps on the winding path. On the road of life, I have passed 18. I don't care about my parents. I squandered my family and friendship. I ignored the beautiful scenery around me because the charming scenery in front of the road tempted me. In my imagination, they are so perfect that they should not be missed, and even worth giving up everything to pursue. So, on the road of life, only my quick and shallow footprints were left. Suddenly I looked up and the end of the garden suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.