Seek an essay on the topic of being in a distant place or on the road

Growing up in anticipation, traveling far away in anticipation, my dreams are far away.

I embarked on a long journey, searching for distant targets in the vast expanse of the land. My hometown is my material home, but it is also my spiritual home. A good man has ambitions in all directions, which is destined for me to go on a rough journey, and destined for me to face a bumpy journey.

My hometown packed some travel packages for me, and then pushed me out of the house mercilessly, I wandered helplessly at the door for a long time, crying, resentful, but I still chose to leave after being reluctant to give up on my hometown.

So I left, into the distance, and I wanted to find a new world, which could be my free world, which I had always fantasized about. My hometown faded away from me, then it was hazy in my eyes, and finally I disappeared ......I no longer feel nostalgic for my hometown, but instead I have a vision for the future.

Without hesitation, I rushed forward ......But then I realized that the world is not as simple as I imagined, and the road I walked was not so smooth, it was a difficult road! Dreams are so unattainable......As I walked, I got tired, and then I even sat down, and the scene of my hometown came alive and lingered at this time. I marveled at how beautiful the days were!

I began to wonder if my goals and choices were wrong, and I fell into depression. At this time, a companion told me a message from my hometown: dreams are far away.

It gave me the courage to keep going. I understand, I understand the good intentions of my hometown.

So I got up and continued my life's journey, when suffering seemed to be nothing, and I rushed forward bravely, rushing into the distance, silently saying in my heart: "My hometown is supporting me, and my dream is far away." ”

Finally, I found the light of day, and the road ahead was wider, but with the adaptation of study and life, I had a different feeling in my heart: behind my dream was the support of my hometown. At this time, the grass and trees of my hometown appeared in front of my eyes again.

I deeply feel that people are far away and their hearts are close to their hometown.

The scenery in the distance is beautiful, and the joy of success is joyful, but the longing for hometown is even more than these.

This longing is a poem that allows me to read the rhyme in an ordinary day; This longing is a shower of rain that moistens me on a dull day; This kind of longing is a ray of sunshine, which makes me clear on a gloomy day.

There are my dreams in the distance, and there is also my longing for my hometown......

The man had liver cancer, at an advanced stage. It's about to die.

The youngest daughter, six years old, who was guarding the side, was ignorant of death. She asked the man in fear: Daddy, are you going to die?

The man reached out and stroked his little daughter's face, smiled and shook his head: No, Dad is going far, far away.

Where is the far, far away? The youngest daughter asked.

The man asked his friend to take him and his little daughter out into the wilderness, where there was a field and a low hillside. It's spring, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the sun's feathers fall gently. A path overgrown with grass and wildflowers zigzag into the distance.

Flocks of small pink butterflies frolic among the flowers and plants. In the distance, the sky and the mountains are together. The man pointed to the distance and told the little daughter:

There, it's far away, and Dad is going there. Daddy's father, that is, your grandfather, was lonely there alone and missed his father, so he decided to go and see him. When you grow up and Dad misses you, you will also go so far to see Daddy.

Then I'll fly there. The youngest daughter said. After thinking about it, she said again, "Otherwise, I'll take a spaceship." Ship quick, Dad?

The man laughed, and the man said: The spaceship is very fast, very fast. But baby, when you get on the spaceship, you won't see these pretty little flowers. It's better to walk slowly, you can play with the butterflies as you go.

The youngest daughter thought it was a good idea, and she even thought about making a big wreath for her father. Just, will you recognize me? The youngest daughter asked uneasily.

The man said, "At that time, I will ask the passing wind, have you seen my little daughter?" I asked Xiaohua on the side of the road, have you seen my little daughter?

They will ask me, "What does your little daughter look like?" I said, oh, my little daughter Luga has big eyes and a small mouth, and she looks like a little princess. She wears a beautiful garland, and she always smiles sweetly, and she smiles beautifully.

So Feng'er and Xiaohua both scrambled to tell me, "Ah, we've met." They brought me to you, pointed at you, and said, "It's her." I recognized you.

The youngest daughter smiled happily.

The man then said, "So, after Daddy is gone, the baby should be happy and laugh." Otherwise, those winds and flowers will not recognize you.

The youngest daughter nodded in agreement, and hooked her little finger with the man very seriously.

Soon the man went. The little girl Qingzhen missed him very much, and she drew a picture on paper: boundless fields, low hillsides, and winding paths.

On the side of the road, there are small flowers blooming, and the petals are like smiling eyes, smiling all the way to the sky. The youngest daughter is not sad, she knows that there is a far away, a place where her father is. One day, they will meet there, and then she will have to tell her father that she has been happy.