Looking back on the 600 word essay on the way to come

Look back at the way you came.

Wandering and apprehension bring a strong sense of guilt, and there is an inexplicable depression in the night. I love the night sky because it's so peaceful and profound. That's what I want, this noisy city can no longer accommodate my little heart, it seems, there is no place for me anymore.

I'm not sure there are so many people like me in this world, we all look at the same sky, we all feel the same night, so that it seems like I'm not so lonely. Hurts heal over time, rather than waiting for them to erupt, so we choose to endure them. I felt time passing by with my body, and it was thinking of me beckoning and saying goodbye.

I tried to grab a corner of it, but I felt powerless. It's still moving away from me little by little. Some people say that when time passes, memories fade.

If that's the case, then what do I remember about it? Anything else? d cried suppressedly on the ** end.

She cried very sadly, and I was sad to hear. She told me that life now is like running in a cage, forever suppressed in my heart and unable to stretch. I can't understand her feelings, after all, she and I are not alone.

She has her circle, I have mine. But she always thought of me as a good friend of hers, and I was a little baffled, but we talked very well. Although we are in the same school, we have our own agendas.

After all, we're all young, and we don't know what we're up against. Remember that we used to imagine together, our future, our tomorrow, and our place. However, now we all have a more or less melancholy atmosphere, and we can no longer open our hearts as before.

In the course of life, we have many wounds. But I've always believed that our wounds can heal over time. I've heard such a passage:

There was a soul descending in a pool of clear water, and an indifferent figure watching quietly. There are always some people who pass by or stop by the pond occasionally, but they don't stay forever, except for the indifferent figure --- the owner of the soul. We are all watchmen of the soul, we all plant the seeds of happiness or sorrow in our hearts, and then take root and blossom, so that each of us has a world that is subverted between love and hate.

It's such a simple idea, I just want to live well. After all, it is a thing of the past, it only represents a position of memory, the road I have walked, what kind of thoughts and feelings I have had, how far my dreams are still there, everything has too many assumptions, but I will tell myself that tomorrow is another sunny day, there are more things to do tomorrow, and I have to run towards the signpost-like position in my heart and find my own piece of sky!

Looking back suddenly, it has gone through 16 spring and autumn periods. Looking back at the road you came from, the footprints you once left are like footprints on the beach, blurred in the ebb and flow of the tide.

Looking back, there are two meanings. First, the memory of time; Second, infinite nostalgia.

"Road" can be realistic, such as the road in your hometown, the road to school; It can also be the road of life, the road of growth, the road of parents, the road of friends, etc. Naturally, the above two paths can be combined into one.

First write about walking on the path of my hometown in my childhood, with green gauze tents on both sides; secondly, write about the primary school walking on the way to school, through the streets and alleys; Finally, write on the road to realizing the ideal and move forward.

Beginning to write: When I was a child, my eyes were full of greenery, holding my mother's hand, bending and lingering, walking on the country road. Primary school, bustling, carrying school bags, through the streets and alleys, walking in the hustle and bustle of the city.

In junior high school, I moved forward, carrying the bags of life, full of pride, and walking on the ideal road that was destined not to be smooth.