What is the best way to write about the scenery on the way home?

Good evening! Schoolmate.

Scenery on the road, by extension, refers to the scenery on the road of life. That is, it refers to the sunny and positive things that people encounter on the way to growth.

And what you wrote about helping others on the road is the most basic meaning of the topic expressed. It can also be understood as a joy for you to help others, and it is also a kind of scenery, don't doubt this.

However, when we examine the topic, we should make our intentions from a profound extension.

As a junior high school student, you can write an essay for the high school entrance examination that can express your feelings of helping others in such a simple way, and it will not be too off-topic. Scores can be more than half. After all, what you wrote is not an essay for the college entrance examination.

When you go home, you can think about your own essay questions, and you can come up with ideas, which will provide you with the foundation for essay study and writing in high school.

Such a high school entrance examination essay topic is too cultural for junior high school students. Do you want students to write essays, write **?

You can write a narrative or a discussion**.

On the road of life, we often encounter endless setbacks, endless ups and downs and infinite suffering. But the meaning of life is not that we should not only focus on the result, but more importantly, chew on every process in life.

In early spring, the snow melts and nature returns to its former life. The fallen leaves of the harsh winter add a lot of nutrients to the newly sprouted trees. My dad was going to take me to visit my grandmother, who lived in the mountains, and we got in the car and headed out to the beautiful countryside.

Along the way, I enjoyed the beautiful scenery outside the car window, and I felt indescribable joy in my heart. Finally, the car stopped, and I thought I had arrived at my grandmother's house, so I hurriedly jumped out of the car. But in front of me is a winding mountain road, Dad said that the mountain road is crooked, very uneven, so the car can't drive over, we have to walk over.

But there's still a long way to go! With great reluctance, I took my father's hand and walked down this winding path.

The trail is narrow, but it twists and turns. I only walked for a short time before I was so tired that I crouched on the ground, reluctant to get up. Suddenly, I noticed a small and delicate red flower growing between the overgrown stone slabs, and the small petals were neatly arranged around the stamens, and a drop of crystal clear dew hung on the petals.

I couldn't help but cry out excitedly, Daddy, come and see that!

My father came to look at it and told me, "The flower grows because it has gone through a process of unremitting struggle." You've only walked such a little way and you're tired, when will you succeed if you go on like this!

Don't you often say that process is the only way to succeed? I listened thoughtfully. At this time, a breeze blew, and the little flower also swayed slightly with the wind, as if she agreed with her father's point of view.

I stood up and bravely walked across the rugged mountain road towards the front.

Along the way, I was fascinated by the scenery on the mountain road, and I encountered various setbacks along the way, but I stood up tenaciously because I believed that victory was not far away.

When my grandmother's house finally arrived, I couldn't help but shout excitedly, "Oh! "My echo can be heard in the valley as well. It was like an affirmation of my success. My heart was so much lighter.

In fact, we will encounter a lot of ups and downs and hardships in life, but as long as you are unremitting in pursuit and move forward bravely, you will eventually find those beautiful scenery on the way to success. In the end, you will also be grateful for the process, because it not only leads you to success, but also teaches you a lot of life philosophy.

In my impression, the sun overhead is more violent, stretching his hands and feet and moving forward mechanically, the street is retreating, ** is retreating, and his shadow is also retreating, as if he has come to the battlefield of Jin Ge Iron Horse, the red robe is draped, the horizontal knife is immediate, and on the basalt rock of thousands of years opposite, the black castle mountain stands above the head. Kill, kill, scream frantically in a hoarse voice, in the end it is still a thin horse of the west wind, and the banner of hunting is extremely sparse in the sunset. In the south of the Yangtze River in March, the water-like and gentle woman is still singing the soft words of Wu Nong, who is like a merchant in the palace corner, but she can no longer see it, and she can't hear it anymore.

Closed his eyes painfully, because of the previous carelessness and mistakes, no matter how much he remedies, no matter how much he struggles, he still can't resist this failed ending, right? The ending was already doomed as early as the moment he hesitated and wandered, right?

So why remedy it, and struggle with it? Isn't it nice to miss it?

The water vapor in the sky rose from the invisible cracks, enveloping the entire summer city. Where is this going? But walking around, home is still far away, and the distance is still in the city

It turns out that I haven't been able to get out of this city.

At 7 o'clock in the evening, the lights are on.

Wandering downstairs in their own homes.

The windows are bright.

The lights were on in the room.

There were people in the house.

The family is waiting for the news of their exams.

Sharply turn around and run quickly in the opposite direction.

The dark ** is slowly squirming. In the clear night sky, far away, there is also a river of stars rushing and surging, and after such a long distance, it is about tens of billions of light years, and it is still so bright.

But how do I feel, you are so close to me, so close that I can see your eyes clearly. You and I are just as lonely.

Loneliness begins to set out on the way home.

The wind picked up again, blowing away the night's heat a little.

Walking indifferently on the street, accepting the contempt of one gaze after another, and then contempt one by one.

The dark ** seems to be spewing out of the magma in an instant, still slowly wriggling, unstoppable.

The breath of the city rose all at once.

Thoughts do not affect actions, and the footsteps are still moving forward.

Red light stops. It is still this crossroads, which seems to separate itself from words such as success, honor, praise, envy, etc. All that is possessed is failure, failure, or failure.

And a cold smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

Do you think all laughter represents joy? I don't believe it, but have you really experienced it?

Hehehehe......

It's like the feeling of a knife cut.

Green light line. Green light line.

Green light line. The moment the green light flashed, the tears could no longer be suppressed.

The diary's true feelings after the exam.

Really, will you be able to go home tomorrow afternoon? Looking forward to it! "It's just, I want to go home! ”…

At the dinner table, the classmates were discussing, and the little faces showed the expectation and joy of going home, only me, sitting in the corner with my head down, poking the rice in the bowl with chopsticks: Why do I go home tomorrow, I don't want to go back, I am tired to go home......

The time of the day is like flowing water, silently flying past my ears. After school, the students and parents walked side by side, with smiles on their faces and warm words surging around them! I longed, so I didn't look at it or think about it, I looked at the crowd of people coming and going, and I was the only one who didn't want to go home in the twilight.

The familiar street has become lonely and long, and Mom and Dad have recently started a cold war again, the silence of the two, and the panicked eyes of the younger brother ......I'm tired. The leaded footsteps became heavier and heavier, and I was almost suffocated in pain. For the first time, my heart thrashed terribly.

Dangling his steps, delaying as much time as possible, his heart was heavier than the full schoolbags on his shoulders. This home can no longer give me a sense of security, sometimes lonely, sometimes embarrassed, no smile, no words. My younger brother is only four years old, an age when innocence can no longer be innocent, and he is usually naughty and mischievous, and he hides in my arms, and whispers to me that he is afraid, and he is afraid that his parents will quarrel.

His lips were pursed, his eyes closed. How young a mind must understand this, and it must look at the ugliest picture between people. I don't know how to comfort him, I'm a traumatized person myself, and my nerves break every time I think about it.

I wandered at the crossroads under the lonely streetlights, confused, waiting for the warm sun of home to shine on me. There is a wound in the soul, and the wound is difficult to heal, and it hurts all the time. How many secrets are pressed on my heart behind the smile, and who can I talk to.

Just take a step like this, my heart aches for a while, and gradually disappears at the end of the night.

Home is the warm nest of our souls and the nest of soothing wounds. If you have hypothermia at home, then the way home will be endless, don't walk on the way home with a heavy heart.

You can write about the things you encountered on the way to grow up that washed your soul.

After school that day, I went home by myself, and on the way, I listened to **, bouncing, and was very happy. However, as I walked, a man in very dirty clothes appeared in front of me, and I didn't dare to approach him when I saw that he was dirty, so I ran to the side, and then, secretly glanced at him again. The man had a bottle in his hand, and there was wine in it.

He still took a few sips from time to time, and the man was drunk, and he walked east and west, and his eyes were squinted, and I thought that the man must be a drunken person, and I should not get too close to him. At this point, I was scared and thought: Will he arrest me and sell me?

Will you make me a little beggar and then let me go to the street to beg for money?! The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became, and I didn't dare to look at him again, and I was ready to run away. I counted in my heart

One, two, three, four, five, run! I rushed out desperately, only to hear a shout from behind, the sound seemed to come from the drunk man, I didn't look back, just ran forward, I stopped when I was tired of running, looked left and right, didn't see the person, and then I was relieved. However, I was still scared, looking around along the way, for fear that the drunk man would follow.

When I got home, I let my guard down. This journey home alone is really thrilling!

Personally, I don't think it's okay to pull the topic back in the end, such as my own thoughts on helping others, etc., and think about the path of life, it's almost okay.

Your understanding is only subconscious. As long as you write well, you can also get 40 points, but you can't give the teacher a novel feeling, after all, most students will have such a subconscious understanding, if you write well, the essay will also be well written, and the score will not be higher than 45