Essay on the wall, 300 words?

The mottled wall is some years old, it is made of mud and straw can be seen on it. But later, in order to prevent rain, he wiped his face with cement. It became a blackboard for me and my brother.

On one side, I wrote Li Shangyin's poem "Forever Remembering the Rivers and Lakes and Returning to White Hair, Wanting to Return to Heaven and Earth and Enter the Flat Boat"; On one side is the younger brother wrote, "The mountain is not high, and if there is a fairy, it is named; The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. Unexpectedly, this wall was never renovated again, and it became a real wall of the Burrow. "The moss marks are green, and the grass is green", in the countryside where there are many buildings, it is really unique.

Of course, we prefer a kind of tile inlaid wall. We can doodle on it. If you don't like it, you can erase it and redraw it the next day, and you can do whatever you like, and enjoy the fun of painting freely.

What I am most afraid of is the wall of the school, the high-walled compound, which frames us, we can't do this, we can't that, how depressed. I remembered the courtyard wall of Mr. Lu Xun's house, when he was a child, his family didn't want him to go out to play, so he and his younger brothers were locked in the wall, and they could only see the sky at the four corners of the high wall. Therefore, he was very envious of the intercalary earth by the sea, and the emptiness of the sea.

Mr. Lu Xun finally destroyed the mud wall of his house, which means that he wants to destroy the wall and go outside.

A wall can be used as a metaphor for obstacles and setbacks on the way forward.

Wall You may wonder, what is there to write about a wall? Yes, the wall is ordinary, so ordinary that it is forgettable. However, the wall I wrote today has an indissoluble love affair with me......

I'm a 5th grader, I went to Fairview School this summer, and when I came to the door of the classroom, I stopped, what a familiar place, I used to study here a year ago, and I didn't expect to come back here again. With a glimmer of memory, I opened the door and found that everything had changed, the tables had changed, the chairs had changed, the people had changed, and the only thing that had remained unchanged was the wall.

I gently caressed this wall, the vicissitudes of time have made this wall that originally looked like white paper more speckled and some uneven pits, white wall powder, some have peeled off, lost the luster of the past, some deep, some light, some black, some blue, some are written with pencils, some are ...... with pensI watched silently, with indescribable excitement in my heart, because our former "masterpieces" have also been preserved ......

At that time, I often forgot to bring my sketchbook, so I had to perform all the complicated math calculations on the wall. Sometimes, this wall will also become my mood record, when I am happy, I draw a face, when I am sad, I draw a little doll with tears on my face, but every time I finish painting, I will wipe them clean, and say in my heart: "God knows that I know the wall, and I must not let others know."

There are also some transcripts of our chats on the wall, and I really have an indescribable feeling when I think of the past. Although this wall is no longer so white, it has burned my childhood and left me with a lot of happiness, and I will always remember this wall and these stories.