What did you see by the roadside? Write a composition.

1. What do I see? I saw beauty in 400 words.

I walked aimlessly and had doubts. Suddenly, I heard a clear bird song, and two orioles were singing in the tree. There are two bright yellow spots in the green leaves. This is so beautiful! I'm not sure. Look, two butterflies are dancing around a peony flower, stopping and stopping, and their wings are flapping and closing. This is also beautiful! I think. Walking again, I came to a painting exhibition hall. This painting is really beautiful. You can feel a silvery white, mild sunshine and quiet atmosphere in winter. This should be beautiful, I think. Walking out of the hall, I saw a group of children playing happily. Laughter infects everyone like a silver bell, and everyone passing by has a smile on his face. This is also a kind of beauty. Of course I want to. Look, how happy the mother and daughter are. The mother took her daughter by the arm. Mother and daughter are talking and laughing, walking happily on the road, not knowing what to say. This is a beautiful scene! I think. Look at the little boy who eats candied haws. His satisfied expression makes people's eyes greedy, and that "delicious" also makes my mouth water. This kind of satisfaction is also a wonderful enjoyment! The sun is shining and the weather is hot, so there are fewer pedestrians on the road. While I was still looking for a beautiful woman, an aunt sweeping the street with a broom looked me in the eye and was sweating all over her forehead, but she was still working. She must be a beautiful person! I insist. When night fell, I embarked on my way home full of the beauty I found. The stars twinkled and fell on both sides of the road, illuminating the shops on both sides of the road. I enjoyed this beauty and recalled the beauty I found. Now I live in a beautiful world. Beautiful women are everywhere. I just need to find that everything is beautiful. ...

I see beauty! Beauty is everywhere.

2. What composition did I see when I was walking on the road? I found a wonderful thing, that is petal glue! Perhaps my discovery method is not worth mentioning to others, but in my opinion, my discovery is successful and exciting. The composition is Saturday afternoon. I'm at home alone. I'm bored and don't know what to do. So I went to the balcony and accidentally saw some smiling little wildflowers, so I went down and picked a few unconsciously. I have these lovely wild flowers in my hand. Look at them carefully with pity-they are very lovely, with pink petals, reddish pistils, white stamens and dark green sepals, which look particularly beautiful under the sunlight. When I got home, I couldn't wait to pick up the pebbles and grind them. I put the right amount of water in the mill. After half an hour, I felt very strange. "Hey, this petal must have been ground." I tried grinding. I picked up a small bamboo pole and stirred it. "Oh, why, why is it so sticky?" Can be used as glue. "The words sound just fell and I decided to do a small experiment. If I succeed, I will use it as glue. If the experiment fails, I will not be discouraged. I will continue to explore! The experiment began. I first put a little broken petals on a piece of white paper, and then overlap and stick them together. I waited patiently for the paper to dry. Ten minutes later, "Wow! It's stuck! It's stuck! Great! My experiment succeeded! "I cheered loudly and jumped three feet high with joy. My heart felt like eating honey ... The success of this experiment was beyond my expectation. I found it inadvertently and gained it while playing. At the same time, I also realized a truth: as long as we are conscientious, observant and do it in a planned way in our daily life, we will work hard and are not afraid of failure and many difficulties. This time, I found that the petal glue really came naturally.

3. What did you experience or see when you left a coin and traveled on the road with it? Model reference 1:( 1 yuan coin)

The experience of a coin

Hi! I am a small coin, called one yuan.

Once upon a time, I was a little boy from a rich family. One day, my master took me for a walk in the street, bent down and threw me to the ground. He strode past without looking. From then on, I stayed in that dark and cold corner, waiting for my next master.

After a long time, a beautiful aunt came, wearing a pink lace skirt and holding an expensive handbag. I am secretly happy, ah! If only she were my master! My aunt came slowly. She gave me a contemptuous look and frowned. She said unhappily, "Let's go, let's go, it's in the way." He said, kick me out of here.

I fainted with fear. After a long time, I woke up in a daze. Look up, huh? There is a pupil coming towards me step by step in front of me, and I thought: He will definitely pick me up this time. The students ran to me, took a look at me and started kicking me. Kicking around, I don't know how many times, and finally kicked me into the flower bed, and then jumped away.

I lay quietly in the flower bed, and at this time, my body was scarred. I thought sadly: even primary school students look down on me. Am I so worthless?

Just when my heart ached, an old lady who was over seventy picked me up carefully and then carefully cleaned me up and put me in her pocket. She walked up to a beggar and gave him a dollar. The beggar thanked him again and again. I am extremely happy because I finally have a master.

Now I have made a contribution to mankind. Everyone likes me very much. Do you like me?

Model Reference 2:( 1 corner)

I am a coin, called 1 jiao, which has just come out of a bank. I am different from my brothers and sisters before. I am made of stainless steel. The patterns on my back are orchids. They are chrysanthemums.

Somehow, I was taken into a small shop called Pippi. I have always wanted to go out and find my brothers and sisters. A few days later, the boss gave me to a little boy and he put me in the piggy bank. I found many brothers and sisters there. As soon as my sister didn't know me, she said sweetly, "Brother, who are you?" I told her kindly that I was 1. They also specially held a welcoming ceremony for me, which was really touching.

After a few months, I became more familiar with them. The boy who called the class packed us into schoolbags and took us to school. He put us in a donation box on the bus, and then he heard the school broadcast saying, "The fourth grade Shang Shang classmate donated money 18 yuan."

Now, we have been donated to poor mountainous areas, and I have been sent to Dongdong's home. Dongdong is reluctant to spend me, but he wants to see me every day. Every time he sees me, he thinks of those kind people. He vowed to study hard, repay those who helped him and help those in trouble in the future.

Model reference 3:( 1 cent coins are rare in the market now, so this student should use them with caution. )

A self-report of a coin

I lay alone in the sewer, in the dark, and began to recall my experience.

I am a coin, and I call it a penny. The only thing I am proud of is my national emblem. When a middle-aged woman took me out of the bank and put me in her purse, I started a trip with my master in my life. At my host's house, I met my 5-point brother and beautiful 2-point sister. Our family live in harmony and live a happy life. However, the good times did not last long. My careless master left me by the road. It was a lovely little girl who picked me up from the side of the road and gave me to the police uncle. This scene was seen by a musician, so "I found a penny by the roadside" became the most popular song at that time. That's because I feel much taller.

Thinking of this, I seem to have returned to that happy day, with a happy smile on my dusty face.

Since then, I have known another big brother and a dollar uncle. I don't know how many hands I have experienced. A young man left me on the side of the road and wanted to try being sung again. No matter how brilliant the sun is, no one picks it up. Some people have seen it, just took a look and walked away from me. At this point, my heart is very sad.

Finally, one day, another little girl picked me up and was about to put it in her pocket. The little girl's mother saw it and ran over and said, "It's so dirty! Throw it away! " "Mom, the teacher taught me the song" I found a penny by the roadside ". Why ... ""What was that age? What age is it now? What can a penny do? " She left with the children. I don't know where I kicked, so I went to the sewer. Will I stay here forever?

4. I saw someone doing a 400-word composition on the roadside. When I came out from studying piano today, I saw an ordinary middle-aged woman sitting in front of an ordinary stall at the door.

The reason why it is inconspicuous is that the booth is only as big as our table, but the haystack next to her is as big as an elephant. The haystack is full of animals made of sugar. I can't help but stop.

My mother seemed to read my mind and said to me, "Let her make one." Mom asked the price, only three yuan, and I chose a jumping carp.

I saw that she quickly put a layer of oil on the marble board in front of the table, then scooped a spoonful of melted sugar juice from the pot on the right hand side and gently wiped it on the marble board with a flat shovel. In an instant, the body of a carp appeared in front of my eyes, just like the freehand brushwork in Chinese painting. She scooped another spoonful and slowly poured it on the fish.

With the slow flow of sugar juice and the constant dancing of her hands, scales appeared on the fish. Then came the fins and tails, and soon, a carp was ready to come out.

She picked up a bamboo stick and put it on the fish, but what about the fish eye? I only saw her dip the tip of the shovel tail in some sugar and press it on the fish eye. "It's really the finishing touch!" "I couldn't help crying. When that woman handed me the vivid and crystal-clear Tang Hua fish, I felt incredible.

I licked it with my tongue. Oh, how sweet! But I don't want to eat, I want to enjoy. I don't know when, the originally empty booth was surrounded by many people at once and became the most eye-catching scenery.

On the way home, my mother also told me that there are many traditional folk crafts in China, which have been handed down among our hardworking folk artists ... Listening to my mother's words, I thought to myself: Our folk art in China is really amazing.

5. Write a 600-word composition with the eyes of a roadside beggar. I remembered the beggar who always appeared on the roadside.

He always has a yellow unkempt hair, which is shiny and shiny. His face is like a woodcarving carved with a carving knife, with a clear and sharp outline and almost the same color as a woodcarving. His clothes were patched, a small part of a stained trouser leg was missing, several pieces of cloth hung awkwardly, and he was wearing a pair of worn-out liberation shoes. There is always a dirty and slightly fat sack around.

He always appears on the side of the road opposite my house. He curled up beside the flower pond every day. He is a beggar, but he doesn't beg. He lives by collecting garbage. At dawn, he wandered in the street, picked up the leftovers from the nearby food stalls last night to satisfy his hunger, and then went back to sleep by the flower pond. Sometimes my eyes are a little dull, I look at everyone passing by quietly, and then I mumble and even get emotional. More is the latter.

I know something about him from those women who always gossip. I heard that he used to be an official and his life was enviable. Later, because corruption was exposed, he was expelled from the unit. When his wife found out, she quickly ran away with others, leaving him alone. Because I have no face to engage in other jobs and no income, my life is getting poorer and poorer. Just like this. At first, I hated his behavior a little, but then I saw a group of women pointing at him after shopping-"Oh, what a sin!" " "He really deserved it!" "Does he have a problem here?" Say that finish also specially pointed to the temple. Hearing this discussion, I feel a little sorry for him. At the same time, I also realized that if anything in this world spreads faster than the internet and viruses, it must be their mouths. (Wujiang Zhenze Yilong Rosewood-Yilong Literature)

The last time I saw him was in a winter. Dressed very thinly, he still curled up quietly beside the flower pond. Suddenly he stood up and walked quickly to the back door of the food stall. It turned out that he just wanted those leftovers. But the fat boss yelled at him and told him to leave. He didn't leave, but his eyes were fixed on the food. The boss began to scold him and drove him away with a broom. Seeing this, my mother dragged me upstairs, and then I heard the roar of men, the screams of women and the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground.

The next day, I only saw a pool of blood on the ground. I haven't seen the beggar since.

6. How to write the composition "Roadside Scenery"? In a hurry, you can write about the environment. You can write about the scenery differences before and after passing through the same place in different time periods, so that people know how to cherish the environment. I'll give you some hints: I happened to pass by a lush environment, where there were beautiful trees, singing butterflies and dancing birds, which made me linger.

A few days later, when I came back, the tree disappeared and was replaced by a stump. The birds stopped singing and groaned, telling the sadness after their homes were invaded and the streams were muddy. There is rubbish floating on the river. Not far away, industrial wastewater is still pouring into the stream. Look at all this! ! (I can't type clearly, I really don't understand. Ask me. okay. ) Give me a gold medal. Thank you. Good luck! ! .

7. The road is smooth. The road to growth is not smooth. In the process of growing up, I have experienced the joy of success and the bitterness of failure.

But "failure is often the mother of success", and I become stronger and healthier in failure. Today, I am already a confident and cheerful boy.

I can't help thinking.

One day this summer vacation, it happened to be Sunday, the weather was fine, and it happened to be a cool morning. Going to Xincheng Park to enjoy the cool, I accidentally saw many people fishing by the lake in the park, which suddenly aroused my interest. I flew home, called my father, took fishing gear and bait, and came to the lake to show my skills.

After arriving at the lake, we first found a "geomantic treasure house" for fishing and prepared to start fishing. We first picked up the fishing rod, adjusted the position of the buoy, then put the rice on the hook and threw the line out at will.

But after all, I have no complete experience. I only saw the buoy pulled a few times, but I still felt that the time was not ripe. I waited a few seconds to close the line, but I was disappointed to find that not only the rice was eaten, but also the fish was gone. In this way, I tried several times and the fish bucket was still empty.

Later, I changed several places in a row, but I still got nothing. Seeing fish jumping around in other people's fish barrels, I have an indescribable taste in my heart.

But I am even more unwilling. I think I can do what others can do. So, my father and I summed up our experience and consulted the fishing experts nearby, and the conclusion was: 1. Flour balls can be used as bait to attract fish; Second: You should throw the line far away to catch fish.

Three: Be patient and don't fish like a kitten. After learning the lesson, I borrowed some delicious flour balls from my uncle as bait, so I confidently threw the line into the distance and began to catch fish.

As expected, under the patient waiting, the buoy began to move for a while, and suddenly it was pulled into the water, and my heart thumped with it. So he decided to lift the fishing rod.

Wow, I really caught it. Although it's just a small fish, it still excites me! Unexpectedly, seemingly simple fishing also contains profound philosophy. "The biggest secret of success is persistence!" In the face of failure, we should not give up, but find out the reasons in time and continue to make unremitting efforts.

As Edison said, "failure is what I need, and it is as valuable to me as success." I think, I will firmly remember these words and make my future life more exciting through persistence.

8. About the whole story of the composition "Roadside" One year I visited my mother in my hometown. At that time, it was warm as spring, and I was full of vitality everywhere. Walking on the path, the wild flowers in the country just opened. Looking at the roadside scenery dotted with these ordinary flowers and plants, I suddenly remembered one of my classmates. That classmate was seriously ill because of his diet. Since then, his eyes can no longer watch the world in the warm sunshine. So if the sun comes out, he is always alone in the classroom, not taking part in classmates' activities, and is always ignored.

At the opening ceremony, * * * the scorching sun gave off its own light enthusiastically, and the hot air between heaven and earth made everyone sweat. After a while, I felt thirsty and my smoking throat kept protesting to me. In desperation, I had to ask for leave from the class teacher and go back to the classroom to drink water. With the consent of the class teacher, I hurried upstairs. Our classroom is in the innermost part of the third floor. Along the way, I saw other people's desks crooked, and the ground was covered with peel scraps. All the trash cans give off a bad smell, and the schoolbags are thrown on the ground one by one, which looks bad. I sighed in my heart! Our class must be similar. Thinking about it, I couldn't help speeding up the pace of returning to the classroom. Suddenly I found a figure standing in front of the window, sweeping the floor seriously, sweating, but the movements on my classmates' hands didn't stop. Two piles of visible garbage on the ground are being sent to the dustbin. The class is in good order, and the students' schoolbags are neatly placed on the table. I just want to break in and I'm afraid of him. So I quietly took out the kettle from my seat and drank a few mouthfuls silently. However, he was oblivious and still carefully swept. From that red face, I know that he has been working for a long time, but he is still working tirelessly, doing work that does not belong to him. I was very moved, so I picked up the mop carefully and followed him.

After a while, he turned around and saw me. He was a little surprised, but he soon returned to normal. Laughed: "Come back! What's up, brother? " I nodded and smiled. I smiled back at him. Soon, the classroom was clean ...

This is a neglected landscape. But maybe the scenery is not interesting, including our teacher, but his sweeping situation will remain in my memory forever and become a beautiful scenery on my way forward!

9. The composition "I am on the Road" is 600 words "Dad, a penny!" This is a little girl's voice. This childish voice makes me feel uneasy and ashamed.

It was a Sunday morning last year.

People come and go in the street, and under the messy footsteps of people, a coin that has lost its luster lies between the roads. The corner of my eye was not polished, so I walked by and didn't agree.

Suddenly, a young voice came from behind: "Dad, a penny!" " "I turned around and saw a little girl bending over and picking up a coin carefully. Wipe off the dust gently with your hand, hold it high, catch up with your father who has walked a few steps alone, and say happily, "Dad, I found a penny. "

I turned around and smiled, laughing at her innocence, laughing at her naivety, and laughing at her poor appearance of never letting go of a penny like a human being when she was a child.

Her father listened, as if afraid of being laughed at, with a straight face, low voice and impatience: "Why did you answer it?" The little girl's smiling face flashed a surprise. When she watched her father leave in a hurry with disdain, she hesitated to put down the penny and go after him.

Alas, poor Penny reminds me of a song I sang in kindergarten. "I found a penny on the roadside and gave it to the police uncle ..." When I handed it to the police uncle like that, I was naive and proud when I was praised by passers-by. However, today … has the value of a penny changed? Or is the balance of the human heart out of balance? Am I not laughing at and despising that childlike innocence? I really want to lower my head and pick up a penny to make up for my lost balance. However, I seem to see mocking eyes everywhere. Finally, I lost the courage to bend down to pick up the coin and walked on painfully.

Oh, poor penny, no, it should be poor me. Every time I think about it, I feel even more ashamed.