Shoot and write a composition while walking

1. How to write the composition of walking and having fun

I am walking on the dark road. The whole street was as silent as death, and occasionally there was a little noise. Every small noise gave my heart a hard lift. My god! The day changed, and the light rain began to fall. I had to put my schoolbag on my head to cover the rain. Here, far from home.

"Ta-da ……"-Suddenly I heard footsteps behind me, which was unhurried and followed me closely. I was secretly surprised, afraid that something bad would happen in the street where the lights were turned off and the fire was extinguished. Maybe someone was going to rob me? But I am a pupil, what is he thinking? I cut off my thoughts and got up the courage to prepare for a reflexive counterattack when the "murderer" approached. "1 ... 2 ... 3 ..." I read aloud, and in an instant, I made my hand into a fist, turned around and gave a hard hammer (in fact, it was not a hammer at all, because-), ah! It's empty (If there is nothing, it will be empty.) Eh, why is there no one? Did I hear you wrong? Right ... Keep walking home.

After another two minutes' walk, my heart kept pounding, because the same slow-paced footsteps kept ringing ―― this dead guy, come out and fight! I thought to myself. I walked some more, but the footsteps were still ringing. Finally, I couldn't bear it. I went crazy and ran to the passage where there were the most people at ordinary times, thinking that I could still get rid of this haunted dead man with my running ability, but the fact was not as simple as I thought, and the footsteps hurried up ―― he was running, too? How can I be so unlucky? I don't want to run away, so I can be slaughtered (I'm exaggerating).

Stay where you are, and the footsteps will stop ―― coming … Come on, I'm not afraid of you! For a long time, nothing happened. Has he left? I quietly glanced behind me ―― Ah! Still no one? ! I rubbed my eyes with my hand, thinking that I was too sleepy and had poor eyesight. There was really no one! Worry too much-

I think as I walk, there is still a kind of footsteps behind me ... footsteps! I suddenly understood something, it was my footsteps!

In principle, I shouldn't be scared into a cold sweat by my own footsteps, and I shouldn't think about a section of footsteps, because the sound or things like footsteps and shadows are so similar that they can be said to be my brothers. If I am scared by my own footsteps, isn't it equivalent to giving my brothers a normal action? 2. Reading the composition while walking

I walked slowly, watching and thinking while walking in the journey of life ...

In the hospital, a warm and tidy cloth wrapped my body. I cried, and a pair of big eyes were staring at a group of adults in front of me. Their eyes were shining with tears. I was surprised: Why are they so happy and moved?

slowly, I grew up. I began to write and draw, and occasionally I was praised by my teacher. My heart is happy, and they are happier than me. I understand that all this is the result of their painstaking efforts to teach me. Blood is thicker than water, which gives me a preliminary understanding.

When I was in primary school, I met many close friends. They accompanied me one by one, "share weal and woe." I saw the taste of friendship, so sweet and wonderful. They never care about me in front of me, but everyone supports me behind my back in obscurity. Friendship is like a glass of lemonade with sugar. I can taste the sweetness, but behind the sweetness, there is still a hint of acid. Because of them, I understand that a person needs friendship, and in a world without friends, he will die of thirst. In the face of friendship, I can always laugh it off and recall the past dribs and drabs.

as I walked and watched, I saw the sincerity and strength of friendship. 3. Look at the outline of junior high school composition while walking

You can take a walk after dinner, and then see a group of children playing by the roadside. When you see them, you will think of the happiness of your childhood, and then compare it with your complicated life in junior high school now, and then miss your childhood. At the end, your lines should reflect that although childhood is carefree, we should cherish the present. Only in this way can there be a better future (it's better to have this theme in the middle of remembering childhood stories, but it's not too obvious, just mention it a little)

I'm not very good at the beginning, but you'd better have a scene description at the beginning, poetic, and then see children playing by the roadside, so that people can think of things and enter memories.

there should also be a scene and a person at the beginning at the end, taking care of the front and back.

I hope I can help you! 4. Ask for the 8-word composition "Singing while Walking" in senior high school,

"Drip, answer, drip, click ……" The room is very quiet, and even the footsteps of the second hand can be heard, and it becomes more and more urgent.

It's a weekend morning, and the whole city is still awake. I hope to shake off the fatigue of the week in my sleep. "Sand, sand, sand, sand" is very quiet in the room, and you can even hear the symphony with the pen tip touching the paper. The sound is very light, but it never breaks.

The whole city is asleep, but I am writing with the dazzling white light of the desk lamp under the shade of gauze. The gray mist flows into the house through the gray gauze curtain, and huge square spots are printed on the ground, which is quiet and harmonious.

it's very suitable for learning. I smiled, but I didn't dare to slack off the pen.

The quiet atmosphere was broken by another kind of sound. I looked for the source of the sound with my head tilted, and gently lifted the curtain. Oh, it was a little girl of about seven or eight years old. The short braid jumped behind my head, and the tip of my hair just outlined a perfect arc. The scattered hair danced with the wind, singing an unknown song confidently, and striding in the cold air in early winter, which was very childish. I hooked my lips unnaturally, trying to laugh at her innocence and cuteness, but somehow I felt empty in my heart, as if something had been discarded by me for granted.

yes! Once upon a time, we climbed the mountain of books under the guidance of our parents, but we forgot the happy songs; Once upon a time, under the teacher's instruction, we swam into the sea, but forgot the confident steps. Once upon a time, words and books have become an indispensable part of our lives; Once upon a time, ink and paper have become helpless weights in our schoolbags-but we forget the natural joy hidden in the depths of our hearts.

stop it! Stop climbing the winding mountain road in this long life, stop busy steps and slowly enjoy the happy scenery along the way. I want to sing while walking, and enjoy my youth, singing self-confidence and endless hope; I want to sing while walking, and I don't forget to sing loudly when I am busy running, and I won't panic no matter how big the pace is; I want to sing while walking, let the songs decorate my life and fly freely towards the blue sky; I want to sing while walking, even if no one cheers for me, I can applaud myself! I want to walk and sing, sing my future and sing my dream! I forgot.

not just me. Everyone forgot to sing loudly with confidence. Busy people, the ocean of life is still waiting for you to set sail, but please slow down and sing loudly.

join me, hand in hand and sing while walking. I put down my pen and walked out of the house with my head held high, singing happily all the way.

this song will accompany me through the winding mountain road of my long life. ---------------. Because I love this land deeply ... Three years may not be a long time for a person's life, but it is more than enough to change a person's mind.

Cao Zi came to Harvest Three Games in Xinjiang three years ago. He was twenty years old that year, and then Harvest Three Games was not like this. Cao Zi's hometown is in a beautiful place in the south. His arrival brought a rain that is said to be the biggest in recent years to Harvest Three. At the same time, the rain reminded Cao Zi of the small village in the south. That night, he secretly cried in the quilt all night.

At that time, the three games could not stand the rain, because there was almost no concrete floor at that time. After the rain, the whole farm became a quagmire. Unlike now, you can wear these shoes when it rains. Cao Zi wanted to go home when he had no idea.

but when he didn't get up the next morning, the director came to see him himself. For this experience, he only summed it up in one sentence: a warm heart is an oasis in the desert! It was this morning that he decided to let his youth graze in the Gobi.

Cao Zi graduated from the Chinese Department of Normal University. He usually likes to do some literature, but there is no literary atmosphere in his subconscious mind-there are no flashing neon lights and bright red wine that can arouse his interest. At the age of 2, he couldn't figure out how people here can live in this atmosphere all their lives. He often sings that song: I am a lonely stranger standing in a vast sea of people and on a foreign street ... Of course, he didn't sing this song for long, because with the development of farm economy, the cultural atmosphere of the farm is also rapidly improving. The farm has built a five-story primary school teaching building, a four-story middle school teaching building and a palace-style kindergarten, and also attracted a large number of college students from various universities in the mainland. More importantly, there is another culture here. Populus euphratica is a hero tree. It is said that this tree will not die for 3, years, will not fall after death for 3, years, and will be immortal after falling for 3, years.

This kind of tree can survive even in the desert, which makes it the only plant in the desert that can be called a tree. Cao Zi saw Populus euphratica for the first time in winter. All the leaves had fallen off and the bark had cracked. Some of them even rose very high. Cao Zi thought it was all dead trees, but when it passed by again the next year, it was the only lush green that betrayed the yellow desert.

Perhaps influenced by Populus euphratica, Cao Zi always felt that the people on this farm had a heroic atmosphere of Populus euphratica. With this spirit, they created miracles on the edge of Taklimakan: thirty years ago, it was a desert where Populus euphratica grew, but today, it has become the "hometown of long-staple cotton in China", and the "Fenghai" brand cotton produced by the farm is one of the top ten agricultural brands in the autonomous region; It is also the "hometown of red globe grapes in China". The red globe grapes with 1, mu of drip irrigation are real oases in the desert, and the "red globe grapes" are exported at home and abroad. It is also the "hometown of China Dayun" ... The "Populus euphratica culture" here has enabled Tsao Tzu to find the root of his subconscious culture, and in this culture, Tsao Tzu has also taken the Chinese education here to the whole Xinjiang, even the whole country! He feels that he is really a part of "Populus euphratica culture"! Walking on the asphalt road with rows of buildings on both sides, Cao Zixue learned to sing "Our Good Place in Xinjiang", but more often, he sang "Our Three Good Places"! I used to sing "though." 5. Exercise 2 of the first volume of Chinese in the fifth grade of Jiangsu Education Edition Think about how to write a composition < P > One day, I hung my new camera around my neck and went out happily to take pictures. For the celebration of the school, I was looking for that theme: littering is bad behavior! Suddenly, a soda can hit me, and my sensitive body flashed, which was close to being hit.

I looked at the person who littered the bottle angrily and said, "What are you doing? It's dangerous!" " That guy twisted his body and said, "Mind your own business!" I was even more angry. Seeing that he was about to throw a ball of paper, I suddenly picked up the camera and turned the camera to him. I caught his behavior at the moment when he lost something and sent it to school. I took out the digital camera that my father gave me on his birthday, hung it carefully around my neck and walked out of the house with it.

I plan to go out and look around and take photos today. Walking on the sidewalk, I always want to shoot something.

I walked and watched everything, but I never found anything valuable to shoot. Walking, unconsciously came to the square.

As soon as I got to the entrance of the square, I found a child in front who didn't care about public morality: he stood on one side of the square, holding a watermelon in his hand and throwing it far away while eating. Look, there's an old man doing morning exercises who stepped on the watermelon skin and sat on the ground.

"ouch!" I was just about to pick up the camera and take this shot, but I found myself stepping on the watermelon skin. "Ouch, it hurts!" When I was sitting on the watermelon skin and crying, I suddenly found that the "big fairy"-the child who lost the watermelon skin was about to leave after eating the watermelon, and immediately stepped on the watermelon skin he threw, which really deserved it.

OK, snap it now! It is also good to give you a negative textbook. Haha, the child who threw watermelon skin just now was sitting on the ground crying like me. 6. Write a composition in 2 words for photos taken during a trip

When I opened the photo album, I saw a photo of my father holding me. The background was beautiful, with green grass and vigorous pine trees.

I remember this is a photo taken when my family and colleagues from my father's unit went to Shandan Yanzhi Mountain to play. On the way to Yanzhishan, the road was particularly difficult to walk, and the car was so bumpy that I felt a little carsick. I thought to myself, the place I want to go will not be very beautiful. But when I got there, I found that the air in Yanqi Mountain was fresh, and the blue sky, green grass, white sheep and beautiful butterflies formed a beautiful scenery.

We can't wait to enjoy the beautiful scenery here and play on the grass, forgetting the fatigue of the journey. My colleagues in my father's unit took out their cameras to take pictures, and my mother took this unforgettable photo for me and my father. Then we went to climb the mountain. Although we were a little tired, we didn't feel tired when we looked at the beautiful scenery here. We walked and played, and butterflies circled around us from time to time, as if welcoming us. Finally, we climbed to the top of the mountain. I saw a tall pine tree growing between two big stones. My father told me that this pine tree was called "Yanqi pine", and Yanzhi Mountain was named after this pine tree.

the weather in the mountain changes as it says, and the clear sky becomes overcast in a blink of an eye. Seeing that it was getting dark, everyone hurried down the mountain. As soon as we got to the tent, it began to rain heavily. My father's colleagues also cooked mutton, adults began to eat meat and drink, and my mother and I drank yogurt. The rain stopped in less than an hour, and we were afraid of another rain, so we packed our things and went home. This is the happiest day I have ever had. 7. write a 6-word composition by imitating writing one step at a time, and it will be

for the disabled with inconvenient legs and feet, it is easy to talk and write, but walking has become a very difficult thing.

When they are doing leg rehabilitation in the hospital, it is their greatest comfort to move their feet out a little. Everything is difficult at the beginning, but as long as this first step is taken out, it will be much easier later.