Composition on the way home

In real life or work and study, everyone must have been exposed to composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. Still at a loss for composition? The following is a carefully arranged composition on my way home, which is for reference only and I hope it will help everyone.

Composition on the way home 1 In the twilight that day, I blindfolded, got on my bike and set off. I don't know what the road ahead is, but I subconsciously contracted my body because I realized that my naked body was attacked by the biting cold wind.

Things have to start from the source. I was born in a poor family, and my master is very kind to me. Although I always have enough to eat, only there is my real home.

Now, I'm thinking about how to prevent annoying barbed wire from stabbing me. I resisted the cry of quitting, so as not to worry the rider in front. I know, I will never forget his smell.

As if he had reached his destination, he carefully lifted my bony body and put it on the ground. I was about to do something, but I fell to the ground because of the blindfold that was in the way. Smelling the familiar smell faded away. I grabbed the black cloth crazily until it was torn by me. "woof woof woof-!" I begged him to take me home with my last hope, but there was still no response.

I didn't take measures to recover until the warm liquid filled my eyes. Follow the bicycle prints and the smell that I will never forget in my life. On the way home, there were a lot of rubble, each of which was unbiased and oblique, which just cut the soles of my feet. I seemed to lose my nerve and didn't even notice the blood footprints behind me.

In this way, I dragged my tired body and ran desperately in the dark with only a little strength left. The cold wind blew into the cracks in my hair, which was really unbearable. Maybe it's because I'm going home soon, and I'm not so tired anymore. I just want to move my four legs.

Almost there! Seeing the faint light in the distance, I forgot my physical torture and ran home. I am sure that at this time, no one can compare with my happiness at this time! I cried excitedly, smelling the smell of my master. When I saw my master's reassuring body, I threw myself into his arms and let him touch my dusty hair. Smelling the reassuring smell, I closed my eyes and fell asleep. ...

I went back to my real home.

There are countless beautiful scenery in the world, but the most beautiful scenery is the authentic scenery on the way home.

The way home, no matter how far and difficult, must be rushed back on that day. When a person is away from home, no matter what kind of suffering or fatigue he suffers, what he never forgets is to go home. That home may be deep in the mountains, and the road leading to the door is rugged; Perhaps in a corner of the city, watching the prosperity of the city from a distance; Maybe in an ordinary mountain village in China, the entrance to the village is an old tree watching you leave. ...

The scenery on the way home is picturesque and vivid. Beautiful breeze, light blue sky, frolicking swallows, clear lake, green grass, lovely flowers and wild ducks bathed in the lake are all displayed in front of us. At noon, the country road was quiet. The sun hangs quietly in the sky, like a kind old man, smiling at the winding path. There is dust on the bumpy road. When the car passes by, the dust will jump up naughtily, fly behind the car or cover the whole path, becoming a quiet and serene scene in the warm sun.

The car is still driving on the path, and there is a river at the end of the road, like a ribbon in front. Not only does the river not freeze, but it can also stir up pieces of spray on the river. Under the setting sun, he is more charming and sparkling. Look, naughty birds skim the water and draw a long waterline. The chirp broke the silence at noon and stirred up a wave in my heart. Further on, there is a large wheat field. Winter wheat is not golden yellow, but green. In the snowy winter, although the flowers and plants have long withered, this green wheat field still retains a trace of vitality against the backdrop of this snowy world.

No matter how beautiful the scenery outside is, it can't compare with the way home. Always remember the way home, no matter how far you go, you are not a rootless duckweed.

Today, I will go back to my hometown with my parents!

We got up early in the morning. When we got on the bus at the station, we sat quietly in our seats. After a while, the bus set off. Outside the window, trees and tall buildings pass by, and the scenery is wonderful. When the bus arrived at Jiangyin Bridge, I said happily, "Dad, Dad, come and see here! You see, this river is filled with thick layers of fog. " The serious father seems to be getting a little excited.

The bus suddenly slowed down after crossing the bridge. I saw traffic ahead, blocking the road, and even people couldn't get out. I was so anxious in the car that my head was on fire. At this time, the car rang with Andy Lau affectionate song:

The way home

Count how many winters and summers you have in your life.

Count the ups and downs.

Laugh and cry as much as you want.

The way home

365 a year.

Who are the winners and losers in a few days?

What's the satisfaction?

Go home, happiness.

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Listen, I gradually fell asleep and woke up in Baoying. We got off and got on the bus again. The bus was crowded with people, and my mother finally found a seat, but let me sit. After the quarrel, my mother sat down and I stood beside her. A big brother stood up and offered his seat to me. I quickly said, "Brother, no, no, we'll get off soon. Why don't you sit down! " "Well, all right. Little sister, you are so filial, and your parents are so happy! " Big brother said to me with a smile. "No, no, thank you." I'm embarrassed to say.

When we arrived in Anfeng, we got off and took a taxi to Shuisi. Finally, I saw the familiar path and looked at the smoke from the chimney of every household. I couldn't bear it any longer and trotted home. ...

The way home composition 4 Spring Festival is here, Spring Festival is here. The way home suddenly became crowded, and the train station and bus station were full of people. Some people are carrying children, some are dragging suitcases, some are carrying big bags and small bags of gifts ... they are anxiously rushing home for the New Year!

At the gate of the railway station, people rushed to catch the train with their luggage. What a lively scene! Some people walk one foot deep and one foot shallow because their luggage is too heavy; Someone is pushing a scooter with boxes, buckets and bags; Others are more creative, using a thick and long cane as a pole, carrying a big bucket at one end and several large and small bags at the other, and are burying their heads in the road. It was raining in Mao Mao, and some people cocked their heads, grabbed umbrellas by their necks and hurried forward with their luggage.

In the railway station square, although more than a dozen "temporary workshops" have been set up, people are still blocking the railway station square, making people "unable to move." The square is crowded with people and the clock is ringing, but now you should concentrate on the loud voice.

Walking into the gate of the railway station, the first thing you see is a huge display screen, which shows the departure and arrival time of each train that day. Take the elevator to the second floor. When you look back at the lobby on the first floor from the railing, you will find the crowd below. It is no exaggeration to describe it as a sea of people.

In the waiting room on the third floor, the waiting passengers were very crowded, and there were "long queues" in front of several ticket gates. Some people are pacing back and forth anxiously, some people are sitting in chairs with a frown, some people are muttering to themselves in the check-in line, some people are talking on their mobile phones ... they probably all want to go home early for the New Year!

These people rushing home flocked to the platform and got on the train. Trains started one after another, carrying people back to distant places from anxiety. ...

On the morning of the sixth day, the family set foot on the road from Weihai to Beijing. When I got on the bus, I could not bear to see the endless sea. It was raining cats and dogs that day, and the sea rose very high and beautiful. I can't bear to leave my grandmother, grandfather and my lovely sister ... I said goodbye to them and left.

The journey ahead was smooth, but the snow behind me was like goose feathers, and my excitement came up at once, because there was not much snow this year, but it was getting heavier and heavier. Because the car is warmer, the snow sticks to the door and gradually turns into ice, and it is getting thicker and thicker. When we went to the service area to have a rest, we couldn't even open the door. For the sake of safety, our speed is getting slower and slower, and there are car accidents and rear-end collisions all the way. Five hours slipped away under my nose. My father is exhausted. He should have arrived in Beijing long ago. At this time, my mother suggested, "Don't leave today. It is difficult to walk in snowy days, and accidents are easy to happen. Find a hotel to stay! " My father and I agreed with my mother's idea, and finally we found a place called "Orange Hotel" and stayed.

When I opened my eyes, another night passed. The next day, we continued on our way. Dad drove at a normal speed and will arrive soon. Huh? Where is this? So we went to my uncle's house to see him, and when we got there, wow! A hearty meal was set on the table, just when I was hungry. After dinner, my father chatted for a while and left. After a while, "here we are!" "I shouted happily, because I saw a few big characters in the distance: China Weapons. .............................................................................................................................................................

I slept very well at night because I got home!

The way home Composition 6 God is really a naughty boy. He didn't watch it for a while, and then it was stormy.

When I walked out of the classroom of the interest class, I was confused. Why is the weather so bad? Should I go to menstruation's house by myself or should she pick me up? I wanted to wait until after, but on second thought, I'm so old, I'd better go to menstruation's house by myself. My aunt's house must be very busy at night, with a dinner party.

With a cautious heart, I strode briskly up the path. Oh, no, my shoes are soaked! Forget it, let nature take its course, it's already wet, so go boldly. At this time, a cold feeling penetrated into the soles of the feet, and a chill came to mind.

Approaching menstruation's home, I seem to see the savior-the rainy glass walkway dedicated to Yalin Xiyuan Community. Wow, I can go in for shelter from the rain! I quickly reached for the key in my backpack. Huh? Don't you have your key? Oh, my God, I don't even have my only savior! Why didn't you think clearly before you went out and only took an umbrella? I'm so angry with myself!

The "hoo-hoo-hoo" wind is blowing hard. Suddenly, my umbrella was blown away. Don't! Umbrella! Come back! I still need you! But at this point, the umbrella has left me. At this time, I was all wet and looked like a "chicken soaking".

I had to cover my head with my schoolbag, running all the way. Ah, as for seeing my aunt's new house. Very good! My current running speed is no less than the final sprint speed 1500m. "Knock, knock, knock", even my knock on the door became urgent.

I can't help blaming my mother for everything that has happened. Why didn't she pick me up after class? If she were here, she would have the key, so I wouldn't be in such pain. But on second thought, but when I grew up, I knew that I had to list some things I had to bring when I went out.

On the way home, composition 7 "Ding Ding-"The bell of the next evening self-study rang. I went home with my schoolbag on my back.

I was very lonely on my way home. I came to a quiet place and sat down because I didn't want to go home yet.

The sky, the earth, trees and flowers have all entered a sweet dream; The stars and the moon in the sky return home to the beautiful night sky with a good mood.

I watched, between the moon and the clouds, a group of birds called "ah-ah", and they rushed home at night, struggling to fly over the cold winter night. I think they must go home and let the bird sleep quietly in the warm arms of its mother. I think it would be great if I were a bird and spread my wings in the sky! I thought about it, and I was intoxicated in this beautiful and quiet place. As the saying goes, the stupid bird flies first, and I am a stupid bird. If I have no strength, I must cheer up and try to fly home, to the beautiful blue sky and to my successful home. I am really a stupid bird. I can't fly high, but I always fail again and again to reach the other side of success. My study and life are like a winding path. I will wrestle from time to time on this road. The bird flew high and inspired me. I should stand up again and fly happily like a bird.

I was thinking about it when I suddenly heard happy bugs singing in the grass by the roadside. It was a song for going home. I can't sit still. Look at the sky and night. It's late and my parents are still waiting for me to come back. I should go back. I should go back to my happy and warm home like those birds, flowers, bugs and trees. So I took up my schoolbag and took advantage of the flickering street lights to go home with a happy mood and get a warm home.

Walking on my way home, I can always smell burning. I took a closer look, and it turned out that some vendors on the roadside were baking unsanitary mutton kebabs. When the wind blew, there was a lot of dust, and those dirty hands made people feel sick, but some greedy students ignored it, only knowing that they were asking their parents for money to buy some junk food. But who will think about how many bacteria those things contain, which will affect their health and endanger their lives, and will not throw their bamboo sticks and disposable lunch boxes into the garbage bin after eating them and throw them directly into the road. Those small bamboo sticks and disposable lunch boxes that were abandoned on the road rolled back and forth, as if begging people to send them home and not let them "wander" any more.

Walking on the way home, you can still smell the river stinking. When I took a closer look, it turned out that the garbage bags floating on the river were mixed with the sewage from the sewer. Seeing this, I can't help thinking of the river that was cleaned again last year. At that time, the river was so clear, bright and spotless that it looked like a transparent mirror from a distance. In this year's time, such great changes have taken place. The "face" of the river has grown one after another, and a lot of sewage has been added to the "belly", making it uncomfortable all over, and there is no "face" to see people anymore. Who caused all this? It is we, our ignorant human beings, who only know where to throw garbage, but don't know how to clean up the garbage and stop making the river dirty, but the fact is always the opposite.

Walking on my way home, I thought: If people could know the meaning of the word "health protection", our earth would not be full of rubbish as it is now. Alas! Really sad! Sad!

In life, we often hear people around us or classmates talk about dangerous things they have encountered. I often see some dangerous things from newspapers and TV. Not long ago, I met a dangerous thing that still haunts me. Super drag qq screen name

I remember last semester's winter vacation, my mother enrolled me in an English interest class. Because of the large number of people, the registration was late, so I had to study by myself on Sunday night.

As usual, the English class was almost over, but my mother suddenly sent a message saying, Don't pick me up if you have anything to do. The bike has been put in the parking lot, so let me ride home by myself. On the way home from school, I wrote a composition, but after school, the teacher said my pronunciation was not standard and asked me to stay and practice.

After school, I looked at the time. It was almost 10. I hurried downstairs to get my bike and left the school gate. There are many people in the street. When I turned from Hengyang Road to a remote road to build a road, suddenly there came from behind: "Pretty girl, wait a minute …" I suddenly turned around and saw three young people, like social youths and middle school students who dropped out of school … they were also riding bicycles. Suddenly, I was so scared that I almost fell off the car!

What to do, what to do, I run, they chase. If I don't run, they will catch up! Suddenly, my brain went blank. Will it be like on TV? Being bullied? ……

In desperation, I tried to stabilize myself, and suddenly remembered what the teacher said in class: "When you encounter dangerous things, you should be calm, not with your strength to solve the problem, but with your wisdom ..."

I didn't listen, but I still drove by myself. Suddenly, I got on my bike and turned to a busy Ming Xiu Road, where there were many people and lights. The three young men stopped chasing me when they saw me turn around.

I bypassed Ming Xiu Road and got home safely. I told my parents what happened on the road, and my parents praised me as a brave and clever child.

After this incident, I understand: when encountering dangerous things, don't panic, improvise and don't sit still.

When I 10 hours, I always like to go out to play alone and wander freely in all the paths. Although the patchwork of this path has brought me infinite fun, it often makes me lose myself and the way home.

At this point, my best way is to wait. With the result of waiting for the first time, I thought about the second time, the third time … I never wanted to find a way out after I got lost, probably because I was afraid! Afraid to take the first step and find the way home; Parents who are afraid of taking the first step can't find themselves; Afraid of adventure

With the growth of age, this best method has actually extended to my study.

"Mom, I can't do this problem!"

"Come, let me see ... well, look! Do this ... okay! Do you understand? "

"I see!" I managed to copy down the answers my mother listed on the paper word for word. As for why and how, I have no idea at all. My mother's explanation is a gobbledygook to me. I don't understand it. I just want to finish my homework quickly, so I'll just muddle along!

"Do you have any problem is not solved by yourself. Please say it. " The teacher stood on the platform and spoke loudly, lest anyone should not hear him.

The whole class was silent.

"It doesn't matter, it is a proposal to study together."

There was still silence, and then two or three students raised their hands, followed by more, and the classroom resumed its previous lively scene.

"What the teacher said has been understood. The rest should not be important. Why bother to find something that can't be solved!" I muttered to myself, explaining the idea of not looking for unsolvable problems and the idea of not wanting to take risks.