Write an essay of about 500 words on the topic of Footprints !! 5

Time can change everything. What was once a solid stone bridge will now be a ruined wall, and a once flat avenue will now be a pothole. Only the deep footprints are still silently watching the vicissitudes of the world.

Time can change everything. What was once a solid stone bridge will now be a ruined wall, and a once flat avenue will now be a pothole. Only the deep footprints are still silently watching the vicissitudes of the world.

Life is a long journey, and many people will go forward desperately, so the string of footprints will be left behind them. But I'm going to say "no" to that, I'm going to go backwards. Walking backwards, I can see the footprints I left behind – landscapes that were once forgotten.

Walking backwards, I saw the footprints of parting. We used to read together, we used to play, we used to spend the wind and rain together. On the day of parting, the sparse raindrops hit us mercilessly in the face.

We were still so stubborn that we never said "goodbye". In this way, we all turned our backs and walked in the direction of the two untouched points. Only the crying of raindrops was left.

At that moment, it was confused.

Walking backwards, I saw mature footprints. Once upon a time, I learned to think, to think about the true meaning of life; Once upon a time, I learned to comprehend, to comprehend the warmth of the world; Once upon a time, I learned to taste, to taste love and hate; Once upon a time, I learned to feel, to feel joys and sorrows, ......When I understood that these were signs of maturity, the moment, was pleasantly surprised.

Walking backwards, I saw the footprints of happiness. Happiness doesn't need much reason. It is a blessing to be able to walk quietly through the streets and alleys with your companions; It is a blessing to be able to enjoy the moon with your family on the night of the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Happiness is just plain, no flowery rhetoric, no pithy language, only a bit of tranquility, peace in the heart. I found that I had happiness, I left the footprints of happiness, and at that moment, it was beautiful.

Deep footprints, deep footprints. The footprints are on the road of life, and the road of life is condensed in a string of footprints. From these footprints, you can see a different kind of scenery, and you can find the most beautiful in the past.

The journey of life is long, and the road of life is long. Looking back on the road of life, every indelible deep footprint records your ups and downs, every unforgettable footprint is engraved with your deep memory, and every indelible footstep is engraved with your various emotional ......

Charcoal in the snow - It is very cold on a snowy day, so send charcoal to others to keep warm. The metaphor is to give support or help to others when they are in dire need.

1.His actions were like a relief from the snow, and he helped us a lot.

2.During the summer vacation, our family went out on a trip, but forgot the flowers on the balcony, fortunately the summer thunderstorm and snow charcoal, otherwise, the flowers would have withered.

In the red dust, some small things can always help us wake up something that has been sleeping for a long time in our hearts, that is, the touching of life.

It was a scorching hot afternoon, the sun was blazing, and the people on the street slowed down, but the sweat still kept pouring out. In the square in front of the building, a white bus was parked, painted bright red, with a familiar sign, and in front of its open door, it was empty. Passers-by all buried their heads and quickened their pace.

Perhaps in the real society, people's hearts have been tightly wrapped in materials, and everything can be faced calmly.

At noon, the sun shone more violently. At this time, five or six migrant workers came to the square. The blue shirts they wore were soaked with sweat, the cuffs were lifted up to their shoulders, and their dark arms were strong.

When they got to the white bus, they stopped. After a few people whispered for a while, one of them put on his blue shirt and walked into the bus with his chest straight. Twenty minutes later, the man in the lead stepped off the bus, still holding his head high.

He lingered in front of the bus door, waiting for his companion who was still on the bus. His gaze wandered over the crowd, as if looking for something. At this point, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and then he entered the bus again, and came out with an extra stack of leaflets in his hand.

The sun was no longer as fierce as it was. He handed out leaflets to passers-by, and soon his companions joined him. Once again, beads of sweat cut down their sideburns, still dazzling even in the mild sun.

Those hearts that were not melted by the scorching sun, with their efforts, took off their heavy armor. In front of the white bus door, one person, two people, three ......Soon there was a queue. With a bright smile on the face of the migrant worker, he must have been very pleased to see what he saw.

At this time, they chose to leave silently, put down their sleeves indifferently, and walked on the avenue under the sunset ......

We live under the same blue sky and bathe in the same sunshine, and we should also have the same burning heart and experience the touching brought by kindness in life. Touching is a feeling of the heart, and it is rarely overlooked. A word, an action, a look, will move us.

We should let go of the burden on our bodies, create moving with a kind heart, and feel the moving in life with a calm heart.

Footprints of growth.

Fifteen springs, autumns, winters and summers have condensed the essence of life. When I look back and savor the footprints I have walked, I feel a lot of emotion in my heart.

The footprints of growth are full of family love. I can't forget the childishness of my childhood. Riding on his father's neck and leaning on his mother's lap to count the stars in the sky.

When he slew, he pestered them to tell the story of the big bad wolf, and was woken up in the middle of the night, and got into his mother's bed, and let his mother hug him tightly, for fear of being taken by it. I will not forget that when I was sick, I sent a piece of medicine, a cup of boiling water, and a greeting in front of me, which was the careful care of my classmates. I will never forget that when I got the results, the teacher sent me a look of relief and approval, and when I failed the exam, she sent an encouraging look, which increased my courage to fight against setbacks.

All those who care for me laugh and breathe with me.

There are also lingering and inexhaustible teenage troubles in life. I want to be a young eagle with wings ready to fly and soar in my own free world. When I proposed to be self-reliant, I was greeted by my parents' words of "you are still young, wait until you grow up".

Helplessly, I looked forward to the ripe hope in this rejection again and again. I really want to make suggestions to the teacher to reduce the burden, but I don't dare, my arms can't twist my thighs, how can I screw a strong teacher with a small person? I wanted to resist, but I couldn't.

Troubles, loneliness, and not being understood always bothered me.

My footprints are also full of difficult choices. Time is really precious, but it's a pity that I have wasted time. When I was in middle school, my classmates had already understood the truth of "every inch of time is an inch of gold", and they were all studying hard.

Only I am still wasting my good time, spending my hard life in Jin Yong's rivers and lakes and games every day. The grades are fair to everyone, and when my classmates hold heavy fruits in their hands, I hide in the corner and cry, regret, and frustrate. The teacher told me:

Industry is good at diligence, and absurdity is frolic. Only by paying, can you reap. Fail, get up, and be a strong man in life.

I understood this truth, so I joined the ranks of students again, and my excellent grades allowed me to regain my self-confidence. The right choice made me understand more that you can't fall in the same place a second time, otherwise you will fall even worse.

Ups and downs, these are the footprints of growth. She accompanied me into maturity and through the four seasons of youth.

When I was a child, I was a timid child, especially afraid of the dark, and I always asked my mother to sleep with me every night. In order to exercise my independent living ability, my mother asked me to sleep alone.

On the first day I started sleeping alone, I was always thinking about some unpleasant things like ghosts, and the more I thought about it, the more scared I became. The constant sound of my mom doing housework from the kitchen reduced my loneliness and panic. Just as I was beginning to fall asleep, all of a sudden, I saw a figure swaying outside the window.

What is it? I panicked in my heart: people can't be so light, is it a ghost?

The more I thought about it, the more scared I felt, and I couldn't sleep for a long time. I tried to think of something beautiful, but before I knew it, my mind was moving closer to the shadow. After a long period of hard work, I finally fell asleep in a daze.

The next day, I got out of bed and ran to the balcony to check what was out the window. Ah! As a result, I was dumbfounded, and the figure outside the window that kept shaking turned out to be my mother's clothes!

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