Please write me an essay on On the Sunny Road ! Thank you

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Sunlight is the need for the growth of all things and the source of warmth in the world. The golden color of the sun paved a gorgeous avenue, which was sprinkled with golden flowers, exuding the fragrance of the sun, shining with a little golden light, enveloping everything walking on this sun-paved avenue.

On this sunny and early light avenue, everything walks comfortably, the sunny road of the grass is to bloom, each grass has to be a different flower, the golden fingers of the sun caress them, so that they thrive, at the end of their sunny road, with the morning dew falling from the sky they will be many days of budding buds to open to the fullest, facing the sunny laughter, with flowers to prove their life, and then sleep peacefully, waiting for the next spring, to welcome the new sunshine.

When the red sun rises, the sapling also embarks on the road of sunshine, it yearns for lush branches, every tree will hold up a green shade for all things, it draws water from the earth, obtains light from the sun, stretches its own pure branches, relaxes its leaves, beckons to the sky day and night, at the end of the sunny road, it is a towering tree, green shade all over the field, the end of the sunny road, it is satisfied with old age.

Life also has a golden sunshine road, on the sunny road, we never stop, running to embrace hope, chasing dreams, yearning for the clouds at the end of the golden sunshine road, yearning for the success and glory we expect. When the sky reflects a glimmer of light in the early morning, and the stars are still blinking, we march forward with golden dreams, and we are firm and powerful, we are high-spirited, and we are high-spirited! The sunny road of life has infinite scenery, walking on the sunny road, we grow up happily, on the sunny road, the future is broad, and the footsteps forward are unstoppable day and night!

Sunshine paves a sunny road with golden radiance, and all things have their own unique sunny road, which is the most glorious road in the world.

Before I even lifted the pen, the sunlight crept through the window and covered the lattice. Because of you, Dad, the sun is shining on my way. The red sun hangs high, and I miss it thickly, looking back at my own fiber.

For as long as I can remember, I spent my wonderful childhood in the back seat of your car, and you always loved to ride your old bike, put me in the back seat, and take me around the streets. Warm sunlight poured down from the sky, paving the path, and the wheels were crushed on the sunny road, and it was contaminated with warmth. You would ride my bike and take me to see the first flowers, the soft buds quietly blooming in the sun, and we still remember the scene.

You'll ride me to buy the new water chestnut, and the sweet fragrance still fills my heart today.

At that time, the wheels ran over the sunny road, leaving a place of good memories and warming my looking back.

The rain is slightly resting, the residual dream is warm, and the love is a little leisurely.

The early autumn rains are always one after the other, dripping and endless. Finally, the rain stopped, and the time came for me to leave home, and for the sake of the future, I could not get a new school to refresh the height of my life. Before I left, you didn't look up for a long time, silent and speechless, and finally moved your lips, "Let Daddy send you!"

I was still sitting in the back of the car, the bicycle creaking and creaking, running over the waterlogged places, splashing a splash, the sun had just come out, and it was still trying to drive away the water, and the sun was accumulating little by little on the road.

Sunshine, sunshine, when will you be able to climb the trail again and become warm?

The moonlight is soft and the sky is clear, and the heartstrings are touching.

In the fresh afternoon, I took the school bus, bumpy all the way, and finally got off the bus. On the side of the road, you push that bike and seem like you've been waiting for a long time. "Go home!

You pat the back seat, it turns out that some of the worn-out bikes have been wiped clean by you, giving off a soft sheen in the sun, and you are pedaling slowly and gently in front, and your back is still so tall and warm in the sun.

The soft sunlight quietly covered the path again, the wheels ran over, and the happiness of a place.

Dad, this morning you pedaled the old bicycle to send me to the test, the sound of "squeak, squeak" is the warmest melody in my heart, the water on the road has not faded, last night's rain is still falling, I sat in the back seat, holding an umbrella for you, and then held up an umbrella of sunshine, shining a sunny road, the wheels ran over, full of warmth, full of happiness.

Dad, on the sunny road, we walked together.

The sky was still gloomy. Wandering alone at the intersection of an intersection, not knowing whether to go left or right. Think about it a lot, and just keep going like this, without worries, without worries.

Looking up, I looked at the clouds now, with the gloom that should not have belonged to it, adrift in the air, helpless. Just like me now, I lost all the aura that once belonged to me, and fell hard from the top of the pyramid. The admiration in the teacher's eyes was gone, the admiration in the eyes of the tease or the student was gone, and the pride in the mother's eyes was transformed into a stinging scolding.

In the face of all this, I laughed, laughed self-deprecatingly, and I thought that there was nothing more in my heart except for self-shame.

Looking at the sunflowers on both sides of the road that were about to wither, my heart became numb from cold. The curse "What else would you do but cry" kept echoing in my ears like a nightmare, lingering for a long time.

Suddenly, a figure seemed to walk in front of him, and his back, which was once straight, had become rickety over time. The familiar figure was slowly approaching, and the line of sight was gradually clearing, it was—Mother. She took a coat and put it on for me skillfully and unfamiliarly, as if it hadn't been done in years.

Looking at the ravines of different depths on my mother's forehead, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't been so close to my mother for a long time.

I looked at my mother with apologetic eyes, but my mother avoided me, looked at the dying sunflowers in the distance and was silent, then took my hand and left. Suddenly, I remembered that my mother had looked at the sunflower with such eyes, and then looked at me and said, "It is not withering, it just lacks sunlight, just take it out and dry it!"

At that time, I seemed to listen to my mother's words without understanding, and I didn't know the deep meaning, but at this time, I finally understood the deep encouragement and love that my mother gave me in these words! In fact, I am like the sunflower, which only lacks sunlight for a short time, and as long as it is sunburned, it will return to its original vigor.

In an instant, my sky seemed to light up, and the sunlight was projected on the petals of the sunflowers, reflecting on my face, and a smile rippled on my lips, and in that smile there was determination and courage in the face of setbacks.

And that sunflower, shining golden in the sunlight, is so beautiful, so firm ......

On the sunny road, there will be wind and rain, and the sails of growth will bump and bump, but your love and encouragement are like that touch of warm sun, illuminating the direction of my progress.