The short composition "Lonely Journey" is 200 words.

1. My Lonely Journey 200-word composition

For many years, I have been careful to put an end to some feelings, but also carefully control some feelings within the scope of rational control.

When I can't escape, I make myself rough. Rough people have no feelings for some delicacies or make themselves stubborn. Transcendent humor can also make people feel some delicious food. However, there is such a feeling that we should not be rude or stubborn.

It is like the wind in December, which can sneak into your warm heart through the cracks in doors and windows. It is also like the rain in June, regardless of time, place and occasion, it will come without warning.

What precautions do you want me to take to deal with such feelings? ! Just like this afternoon ... in fact, today's weather is sunny and the autumn is crisp, which eliminates the summer heat of the city, and the autumn is crisp, which also eliminates the impetuousness of the city. I have a long afternoon to splurge on. Just after the exam, I can relax without any attachments.

In fact, it is a wonderful thing to have such a leisurely long afternoon in the busy work. Suddenly, however, everything was wrong. /kloc-the wind in 0/2 and the rain in June appear together, and it is stormy.

What do you want me to feel in the autumn afternoon? When I get older, I always avoid feeling lonely and look at loneliness from a detached perspective. I always lie to myself again and again. I am too old to be infected by loneliness like a child of 17 years old. But in fact, feelings like loneliness are really regardless of age and gender.

When I suddenly found that I was the only one in the room and there was a noisy TV one afternoon, I began to look for someone who would make me kind. It was also all of a sudden that I found that my mother was not in this city, my father was on the other side of the world, and my grandparents were in Jiangnan, three thousand miles away. They are all so far away from me that the geographical distance cannot be ignored. I found that there is really only a noisy TV left around me ... what kind of power do you want me to take to treat such a moment? What I am most afraid of is that one of them will call again at this time, and I will take the phone and say nothing, nothing, nothing, I can rest assured ... I hung up the phone and burst into tears ... Those voices, those warmth, are so far away from me now, too far to be seen or touched, and the closeness and warmth of the past years are so close in my memory.

It is bleak and helpless to experience the remoteness in reality and the kindness in memory. What kind of heart do you want me to take to deal with such desolation and helplessness? At this moment, I have to admit that loneliness attacked me like an enemy, armed with live ammunition, and I was helpless and powerless to fight back.

Anyone who has been attacked by loneliness knows that at this time, nothing can be done, and the mood is like a wet depression covered with tall and thin reeds. When the wind blows, it rustles and shivers. Loneliness and quiet are always inseparable.

I turned off the TV and the silence in the room startled me. I turned on the TV, and a noise set off another silence. What do you want me to do with this silence? I called my friends and nagged about unimportant things.

When I really feel lonely, I never say that I feel lonely. I just talk about small things endlessly. What I am most afraid of is that at this time, people on the phone think you want to talk, just listen quietly. I want to send my voice to a valley without echo.

I am also afraid that at this time, people on the phone will nag more about trifles than I do, and the other person's trifles will make me feel that the happiness and troubles in the world are so far away. However, people don't listen or talk, and I don't know what I need my friends to do at the moment.

To my friend, this is a troublesome girl. She often has some strange feelings and thinks strange things. When she is busy with her work, she will ask him some strange questions, which are willful and ignorant ... for example, at the moment, but what language do you want me to use to describe this feeling? Just fall asleep. Sleep is a good medicine for human beings. When you need it, you can escape the feelings you want to escape, and escape the feelings you want to escape. However, looking at the ceiling, I can't sleep.

Sleep is sometimes like a beautiful angel, sweet and warm; Sometimes he is like a naughty urchin, naughty and hateful. The more he needs it, the farther away he is, and he can't catch up. I heard the autumn wind outside the window, the laughter of the children downstairs and the noise in the room. I seem unusually awake.

Looking at the ceiling like this, I will have many fantasies. Sometimes I wish I could become a cloud floating in the air, free and unrestrained. Without feelings, I won't feel lonely now, but then again, the cloud won't feel all the warmth and gentleness in the world! What kind of intelligence do you want me to use to reconcile such contradictions? The vast world seems far away from me, and loneliness keeps people away from the earthly breath and the taste of floating life.

There is nothing to rely on in this world. I realized this very deeply when I was very young, but it was only then that I just realized it.

Theoretical understanding and emotional experience are always two realms. Emotionally, it is terrible to suddenly realize a kind of loneliness in the world, even for a moment.

Humans always use some warmth to dissolve the cold of the world they live in. However, there are always some corners where the warmth can't shine. Cool wind will blow from these places and inadvertently blow to my home, and I am the only one watching TV. In this case, what kind of doors and windows do you want me to use to resist this lonely attack? ! Perhaps the most heartless thing is the lost time, the best prescription, or just the lost time.

There is no other way but loneliness, only a quiet person, waiting for time to walk slowly. It's like drinking poison to quench thirst, and using one kind of sadness to dissolve another kind of sadness.

I am so lonely in this long afternoon. I don't know if my heart, which has gone through the world for more than 20 years and is no longer young, is sensitive enough to feel that loneliness.

I don't think I've put myself through much.

2. Ask for a composition of about 200 words and write about your lonely journey. Thank you.

My wandering journey began on 0.2 1.2 1 in 2009. The first stop was Handan, and the train 16:56 1055 started my dream trip in Yunnan by car from Shijiazhuang.

When I came out, I only brought a small bag with some clothes and 200 yuan. I didn't know the difficulty until I took the first step. Can I get to Yunnan in 200? Besides, I can't play the guitar, and I don't have any skills. With this confidence, I can realize that I won't starve myself, just looking for that kind of desperate pleasure.

Is to realize that when the world is no longer nostalgic, it will be like a bystander, with only a beginning and no end. Walk aimlessly until you have no strength, then find a place that you think is the most beautiful and wait for death.

3. Abbreviate the text Lonely Journey

Du Xiaokang was originally a rich boy. Suddenly, his family conditions "plummeted", and he had to drop out of school to catch ducks with his father. What a blow this is to him! Thus began his "lonely journey".

In his journey, the first thing he did was to enter "strange days and strange water" and feel scared and helpless. "How far do you want to go? What's ahead? " These problems have been oppressing his young mind.

When he arrived at Ludang, "when he saw the green waves and reeds rushing to the horizon", "he was afraid" and "he couldn't sleep at night". Nature makes him feel small and humble.

After the fear, loneliness came again, no one contacted, and life was monotonous and extremely lonely. Even with my father, I "don't know what else to say". Such an empty day makes him particularly homesick, but he can't go home.

Later, he and his father got used to loneliness. Since we can't "avoid", we can only get used to it, which is also a helpless move. So he faced the powerful reed, and he "no longer" felt "panic".

On a stormy night, he and his father struggled to catch the scattered ducks. When Du Xiaokang overcame the storm and the scattered ducks, "He began to cry, but he was not sad. He said he didn't understand why he was crying. " In fact, his crying is aggrieved and excited. Because such a hard life should not be borne by his young body and mind; He suffered such "hardship" and "felt that he suddenly grew up and became strong", so he cried excitedly.

When he was surprised to find that the duck had laid eggs, he shouted excitedly, and there was more and more pride in the cry.

4. The 200-word summary of the lonely journey needs to be fast ~ ~ ~

Words that embody "loneliness" abound in the text.

Such as Strange Days and Strange Waters, Faces I've never seen before, There's no other sound, the world is so empty, Loneliness, There's nothing left at home, The only kitchen smoke, I want to hear the sound, however, that's impossible, The biggest enemy is loneliness, I haven't met anyone for more than ten days in a row, and the words are largely omitted. This omission can only further strengthen the loneliness "and" inevitable loneliness "that seem to pervade all over the world-the loneliness of leaving home, the loneliness of parting from mother and partner, the loneliness of an open and vast environment and the loneliness of monotonous life. For Du Xiaokang, a little boy who suffers from the contrast between family and life, it is no different to suffer this loneliness in life with his father.

His inner pain, confusion and struggle are vividly shown in the article.

5. The outlines of Lonely Journey and Heart are about 200 words.

Du Xiaokang, a teenager, was forced to leave home with his father because of his family's decline, and went far away to be a duck farmer. The text depicts a weak, naive and homesick teenager Du Xiaokang. After experiencing the initial loneliness and fear of driving ducks to the shelves, he finally overcame himself and became strong.

Li Jingjing, a student in Class 6, Grade 4, recently transferred from her grandfather in the country to a primary school in the city. He is not a very good teacher, nor is he as eloquent and lively as his classmates, so teachers don't pay much attention to him. Teacher Cheng, who teaches Chinese, is very strict with his students. The students are very afraid of her. Except for the "good babies" of several teachers, others are afraid to raise their hands to answer questions in Chinese class for fear of being criticized for their mistakes. There are tens of thousands of cards in an open class, and he likes this novel very much. He asked to read the text in an open class, but the teacher refused on the grounds of "hoarseness". He practiced reading aloud in the Woods and felt sad when he thought of his similar experience with Wanka. He misses his grandfather and his country friends. The next day, he listened to them read Fanka for Poor Children in a delicate and gentle way. He really couldn't help giving advice and correcting his classmates' mistakes. He was laughed at by his classmates and felt wronged. Zhao Xiaozhen, who was arranged by the teacher to read aloud in the open class, was too scared to raise his hand and stand up. Jingjing really wants to see it. He raised his hand and saw that he was the only one who raised his hand. Helpless teacher Cheng called him over. He finally got a chance to read the novel with a vivid voice. It can be seen that the students, Mr. Cheng and the teachers in class were all moved by his reading, and the teacher finally asked him to read the rest. After school, Jingjing decided to write a letter to Grandpa.

6. Write a 600-word essay on Lonely Journey in the first person.

Looking up at the sky, there are many stars. Only a bright moon, like a white jade plate, stands alone beside the stars, silently contributing a little light to mankind. However, because of it, the city is particularly bright.

The house is empty, and I sit at my desk alone, facing this very spacious street, like a beautiful ribbon. From time to time, cars fly by, causing the smell of gasoline in a gust of wind to be swallowed up by the night.

There is a feeling tonight-loneliness.

After talking to her, I felt stupid. Why should I make myself unhappy? Why should I outsmart myself? So I decided to go out and find something that can help me overcome my fears. I started chasing my own shadow, and the more I walked forward, the more afraid I was, because I was afraid to pass by the place that once gave me happiness-school. I am afraid to think of the past and make myself sad again. I want to go home. I slowly turned my head and looked at the road I just walked.

I looked up at the moon in the sky again. It still stood there motionless, as if to tell me: you don't have to be afraid, I can accompany you through the place you are afraid of. At this moment, I bravely took a big step forward. When I got there, I suddenly stopped and looked at this place that once gave me happiness. After that, I seemed to become strong and strode forward. As I was walking, I suddenly remembered that phone call just now.

I can't help but think about the things that make me feel pain, and ask myself all the way: why is this? I asked again and again, and I didn't know why I was like this. Suddenly, I met my classmate, who stood in my way and insisted on asking me what was wrong, but I just didn't want to tell her, so I had to rush in.

I went to a very quiet place, and a person quietly thought: Why should I shed those disappointing tears? Why should I let myself lose the happiness and happiness I deserve? ..... After thinking about it, I suddenly felt that I was dressed very thinly. I'm on my way home along the route I just took. Just as I was approaching that sad place, the midnight bell rang and I stepped forward. When I got home, the house was still empty. I lay prone on the table and looked up at the moon again. It is no longer lonely, because there are many stars around the moon. They seem to be singing and playing with the moon. Seeing this scene,

7. Ask for a composition of about 200 words and write about your lonely journey. Thank you.

My wandering journey began on 0.2 1.2 1 in 2009. The first stop was Handan, and the train 16:56 1055 started my dream trip in Yunnan by car from Shijiazhuang.

When I came out, I only brought a small bag with some clothes and 200 yuan. I didn't know the difficulty until I took the first step. Can I get to Yunnan in 200? Besides, I can't play the guitar, and I don't have any skills. With this confidence, I can realize that I won't starve myself, just looking for that kind of desperate pleasure.

Is to realize that when the world is no longer nostalgic, it will be like a bystander, with only a beginning and no end. Walk aimlessly until you have no strength, then find a place that you think is the most beautiful and wait for death.

8. Write a 600-word essay on Lonely Journey in the first person.

Looking up at the sky, there are many stars. Only a bright moon, like a white jade plate, stands alone beside the stars, silently contributing a little light to mankind. However, because of it, the city is particularly bright. There is no one in the house. I sit at my desk alone, facing this very spacious street, like a beautiful ribbon, and cars fly by from time to time. The smell of gasoline that attracted a gust of wind was swallowed up by the night. I feel lonely tonight. After talking to her, I felt stupid. Why should I make myself unhappy? Why should I be bored myself? So I decided to go out and find something that can help me overcome my fears. I started with my own shadow, and the more I went forward, the more scared I became. Because I am afraid to pass by the place that once gave me happiness-school. I'm afraid to recall the past. Make yourself sad again. I’m going home. I slowly turned my head and looked at how dark the road I had just walked. At this time, I was even more worried. Although the moon illuminates the night for me, I feel lonely. I looked up at the moon in the sky again. It stood motionless, as if to tell me: You don't have to be afraid, I can accompany you through the place you are afraid of. At this time, I bravely took a big step forward. When I got there, I suddenly stopped and looked at this place that once gave me happiness. After that, I seemed to become strong and strode forward. As I was walking, I suddenly remembered that phone call just now. I can't help but think of those things that make me feel painful, and keep asking myself: Why is all this? I asked again and again, and I didn't know why I did it. Suddenly, I met my classmate, who stood in my way and insisted on asking me what was wrong, but I just didn't want to tell her, so I had to rush in. I went to a very quiet place and thought quietly: Why should I shed those disappointed tears? Why should I let myself lose the happiness and happiness I deserve? ..... After thinking about it, I suddenly felt that I was dressed very thinly. I'm on my way home along the route I just took. Just as I was approaching that sad place, the midnight bell rang and I stepped forward. When I got home, the house was still empty. I lay prone on the table and looked up at the moon again. It is no longer lonely, because there are many stars around the moon. They seem to be singing and playing with the moon. Seeing this scene,