Walking on a country road junior high school essay

In daily study, work, and life, everyone must have come into contact with composition, which is a way for people to express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in their memories in written form. Do you know how to write a good essay? The following is an 800-word essay on walking on a country road that I have compiled for you, I hope it will be helpful to you.

In a spring when everything is recovering, I came to the countryside with my family, and came to this small rural village without the noisy crowds and noisy vehicles shuttling back and forth in the big city in the past.

Walking on a country road and breathing in the fresh air is truly refreshing. Looking up at the blue sky, a few white clouds floated around happily playing hide and seek with the wind. Looking around, a large area, a large area full of green rice, makes people's vision relax, makes people's mood happy, as if it is the endless green sea.

Looking at it from afar, a large patch of rice, like a blanket, was very soft, and I really wanted to pounce on it and lie down to play. When a gust of wind blows, the rice trees sway and dance in the wind, waving as if to welcome the newcomers. In the rice fields, there are occasionally a few magpies, playing in the fields, adding a bit of vitality to the path.

Beside the path, the river flows slowly, the river is green and turquoise, the warm sunlight shines on the water, flashing with broken gold, as if thousands of small goldfish are swimming, the willow trees on the bank, the white clouds in the sky, and the human figures, reflected in the water, are like a huge scenery map. The wind blew gently, the moist wind blew on the face, and when you smell it, the air seems to have a sweet smell, and the river ripples slightly, like the light bow of the wind slowly and rhythmically pulling the strings of the waves.

Watching the stream flow slowly, I also fell into contemplation at this time: the road of life, maybe like this stream, slowly flows into the distance, I don't know if it will flow to ** in the next second, maybe it is the vast and boundless sea, maybe it is the trickling stream. And our life seems to be like this, no one can guess what will happen to them in the next second, maybe it makes you happy, maybe it makes you sad.

It's like a passage I read on the Internet that said, "Life is a journey, you don't have to care about the destination, but you need to care about the scenery along the way, and the mood when you look at the scenery" When many people in this world are complaining about life, some people really realize their dreams, that is because they dare to choose their own lifestyle, this is the person who really knows how to live. In fact, the choice of life is always in our own hands, life is originally beautiful, as long as you are willing to open your eyes to see.

In the blink of an eye, the sunset, the afterglow of the setting sun seems to be shining for me alone, encouraging me to be full of confidence, at this moment I am full of hope for my life again, fate is my own choice, isn't it?