An essay on the topic of walking to the side , an essay on the topic of walking on the road .

On the way to growth, beauty is like a wildflower on the roadside, swaying in the gentle spring rain, blooming in the rumbling summer thunder, blooming tenaciously in the tumbling autumn leaves, and standing proudly in the white winter snow.

On the road of growing up with heart, beauty forms a landscape ......

On a spring day when "Little Lotus Shows Its Sharp Corners", I walked home with the sorrow of being misunderstood by my classmates, and an aunt who had just moved in gently stopped me: "I bought too many things, can you help me get some?" I nodded, and she did.

Smile at me gratefully, and the sorrow in my heart disappears in a blink of an eye. I helped her and made myself happy. So later, whenever we met, I would receive a smile. With this smile, I started each new one.

One day, the end of every fulfilling day, more love every beautiful day. So, I was moved to find that beauty lies in the pay and return, in every smile I encounter - the smile is beside me, and the beauty is beautiful.

It forms a landscape.

Walking on the road?

On the road to growth: Write about one thing in your growth.

On the way home: What happened on the way home.

Let's go.

I walked quietly on the bluestone road in Wuzhen.

It is a black and white world, without colorful prosperity, no dizzying trendiness, just the serenity and simplicity that seem to be eternal and unchanging. In the winding river, the canopy boat passes leisurely; On the platform of the pillow river, the girls have bright eyes and bright teeth and smiles. I hid under the eaves by the bridge, watched the drizzle mist the poetry, and watched the oil-paper umbrellas curl by.

Time seems to stand still, and the moment has been frozen into eternity. All vanity and distractions died away at this time.

I walked briskly on Nanjing Road in Shanghai.

The bustling crowds are the scenery here, and the natural heat wave is not as disturbing as the human heart. The purpose of this trip is to buy medicine, and I don't even have time to catch a glimpse of this enviable light. I always seem to be in a hurry here.

After buying the medicine, I fled here in a hurry, because of the scorching sun, and because of the ignorance and panic of the ten-mile ocean field and the drunken gold fan.

I walked curiously on the beaches of the Southern Hemisphere.

The exotic soft sand wrapped around my feet, and the crispy feeling went straight to the bottom of my heart. "This is Australia! I threw my head back and shouted presumptuously.

A long trail of footprints was smoothed by the sea. Just print another string, and I indulge in the most instinctive curiosity and childlike fun like a four-year-old child. Finally, tired of playing, I just lay down straight and kissed the golden sun.

Everything here is both new and profound to me. It was a comparison, a comparison with a homeland across the ocean. I squinted at the foreigner surfing in the distance and gave a thumbs up.

These days, the sights and hears come to mind: the rock band in front of the city, improvised unknown electronic music; On a wide road, the driver stops and lets pedestrians crossing the road pass, even if it is a green light; The boy in front of the church played skateboarding ...... freelyCertain thoughts and thoughts rotate between lightning and flint. After the indulgence of playfulness, it turned out to be a long silent consideration .........

In this way, I walked slowly or urgently, long or short, between the cities, in the scenery, and in different moods. Some of these states of mind are quiet and tranquil, some are anxious and restless, and some are innocent and comfortable, they are intricately intertwined, weaving a period of mental journey, coloring it with joy and sorrow, and shaping it with comprehension and elevation. Perhaps, life is a process of extracting the essence in different states of mind, and different states of mind can only be obtained by feeling the scenery and the world as I did.

I'm going to keep walking.