Life is like a road, and everything is like an intersection. If you are not careful, you go the wrong way because of this, but sometimes you come back from a crooked road, just like going in a circle.

This summer, when I sat in front of the piano bench again and practiced hard for the exam, memories of last year poured out. Last summer, I only had a five-level piano certificate, and I was ready to March into the eight-level piano. I was full of confidence in myself. My mother kept encouraging me and my teacher carefully tutored me.

I think I'm going to take the road of grading examination. In the first week after I got the score, I practiced very hard, practicing again and again. After each practice, I would take a pencil and seriously add a stroke to the score.

When I returned to the piano, the teacher praised me: If you keep practicing like this, you will definitely get Grade 8. I'm very happy, because I have a good start, and I'm walking steadily on this road.

My mother said to me: Practice hard. You should show those who think you are too ambitious to see clearly that you can do it. You are not too ambitious. I nodded seriously, I know, this exam is different from the past! The task this year is heavier than before.

In the next two weeks, relying on this belief, I practiced harder and watched more and more "positive" words on the score. My mother was very pleased: I lived up to my expectations and didn't embarrass her. After three weeks' hard training, I can play the music of the Grade Examination very well, and then I have to practice my speed.

I have successfully walked halfway on this road, and the victory is getting closer and closer to me. Perhaps it was too much homework, or perhaps my temporary success paralyzed my mind. I began to relax myself, shortened the time of practicing the piano a lot, and the increase of the word "positive" began to slow down.

I didn't warn myself that my mother didn't notice this situation, and the teacher praised me for playing very well as always. I was completely carried away by the teacher's praise, and I became more lazy. Since my homework was almost finished, I played a long-lost computer game and read a book that my father called "a waste of time".

The teacher finally found that my progress is getting smaller and smaller. He warned me that if you continue like this, the TEM-8 certificate will be far away from you. Mother's face is a little pale, and she is worried about me.

I became nervous, and I found that I had gone too far and taken a fork in the road. I tried to get myself back from the fork in the road, so I began to practice nervously again.

One week before the entrance examination, the teacher told me: You are hovering on the passing grade line now. If you take a few more steps, you will succeed. If you stop, you will fail. I see, I just came back from the fork in the road, and I'm still far from winning.

I didn't say anything in that class. I just carefully carved the teacher's attention into my mind bit by bit. My mother's pen didn't stop for a moment, and she quickly recorded it in the notebook, lest I could not remember so many words. For the next week, I kept going forward on the road because I wanted to win.

Later, I managed to get the piano band 8 certificate, which taught me to take a serious and careful road and not to take a useless fork in the road. Take the least route to win, don't beat around the bush. 2. In fact, there is no road on the road, and there are more people walking, which makes it a road to write a composition.

Look at the picture and write a composition? (* _ _ *) Hee hee ... Road, this concept has existed since ancient times, and it is impossible to prove when the first road in the world was formed. However, since there was a road in the world, all people's activities have been facilitated, and several people who had nothing to do with it will get to know each other because of a road. In this Dongdong, I don't want to talk about the development history of the road. I want to talk about the circular road, and life can also be like that circular road. On this road of life, there will be countless people and countless things on both sides of the road. Once these things are missed, they can't be redeemed, because there is no turning back on the road of life. If you think that your cowardice, your anger and your indecision make you miss the love of your life, then I believe you will regret it for life. Yes, there is no turning back on the road of life, but if there is such a circuitous road, a circuitous road of life. Some resentment that can't be solved can be wiped out in laughter. There is no turning back on the road of life, but when you walk around the road of life, you will find that you have returned to your original position. Maybe the love of your life will still stand in the original position waiting for you. Maybe many things have happened on this road, and you have changed, but the only constant is your unchanging heart, a heart eager to save the past. Even if the love of your life has been * * * (husband), you can still shout out "I love you", even if it is a belated word, but you have no regrets in this life, everything you have to do has been done, and the most important thing is that you can finally live up to your own heart. Countless infatuated men and women have missed their marriage because of impulse, and even if they have another chance, they will say that they have gone too far and cannot turn back. But if you try to go, Maybe she (he) is also meeting you on your way, and a strange relationship is forged! It's not terrible to pass by. What's terrible is that you are still persistent and continue to walk straight. Why not try to walk down the circle of life? The road may be longer, but you can see more scenery, and what are these detours if you think that you will find the happiness of your life in the next moment? Don't try to get rid of yourself by being unable to turn back. Everyone should be responsible for himself and his loved ones and draw a perfect full stop for himself. Remember, the full stop itself is a ring, and although the number of ellipsis is six times that of the full stop, it will always be only six dots, which will always represent the missing points. For the perfect full stop, I chose the circular road. What about you? . 3. Write a film on the topic that there is no road on the ground, and more people walk, which makes it a road

This is just like the road on the ground. In fact, there is no road on the ground, and more people walk, which makes it a road.

this inspiring epigram in Mr. Lu Xun's Hometown not only shows people with lofty ideals at that time, but also enlightens today that in the era of reform and opening up, entrepreneurs have spared no effort to dig the thoroughfare of economic prosperity, and even gives a strong call to those students who are rising in the sun, paving a brilliant road of life with youthful blood. Please write an article about 6 words on the topic of Road.

guiding "All roads lead to Rome" means that there are many roads leading to Rome, and the proposition of "Road" is the same. The writer can write a narrative, an expository or an argumentative essay. Many expressions can be used in the text, and there are many excellent works.

In order to make the article brilliant, we should pay attention to the following two points in writing: First, we should be able to capture the proposition that the topic implies "Road", which can be used to write real roads, such as Nanjing Road at the Beginning of Hua Deng, Road Change, and even the road of life, such as "Nobody on the list, there is a road under my feet" and "I learned to walk" ... In short. Secondly, there must be an innovative composition on the topic of "Road", which must be extraordinary, reflect the boldness and mind of "Road", and highlight the meaning of "Road", which is of great significance in nature, life and society.

Looking at the narrow alley in front of the door, I can't help but think of that rainy night. "Benedict-Benedict", the sound of crutches, not far ahead, there is a young man with a disabled right leg, holding a crutch, supporting a thin body, and the head of the crutch lightly touches the ground and walks in a hurry.

it's cloudy and looks like rain. "It's dusk alone, and it's windy and rainy."

Poetry is full of sorrow, but people are even more worried. Silently, I am afraid to move forward.

hey, I failed in the exam again. How can I have the face to see my parents at home? "Ouch" slipped and I fell to the ground. When I got up, the young man on crutches had come to my side.

"it is hard to go, it is hard to go. There are many roads, is it safe now? " My eyebrows are low and dark.

"Oh, really, little sister, why don't you read the next sentence:' I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea.' "I looked up in astonishment and saw his thoughtful eyes staring at me full of firmness.

The sound of the staff is steady and powerful ... I stood there and bowed my head and thought, and finally realized that life is brilliant because of choice. Although there are troubles, bumps and setbacks in my growth, I will not be bothered by frustration, and I will not be bothered by worry.

inadvertently, I saw the article "A female reporter's vision" in the newspaper, and my heart was moved. "Iron shoulders bear morality and clever hands write articles." Since then, a blue literary dream has risen in my heart.

I devoted myself to the vast literary world. With the passage of time, I gradually understood the graceful and restrained Li Qingzhao, the bold and unconstrained Li Bai, the feminine Zhu Ziqing, the sharp Lu Xun and the harmonious Mark Twain, and also raised a blue literary dream in my heart. That night, I had a dream, in which I took my luggage and set foot on the road alone, just like the "ugly duckling" saw the birds flying freely and was eager to go to a place called "ideal road"

I ran all the way to the sunshine, and the brilliance blocked my progress. I was not discouraged, so I took my figure on the road again, like swimming in a fish, sneaking freely. The place I want to go is called the future.

I ran all the way to the rainbow, and the mountain peak blocked my way ... So I flew towards the goal again, repeatedly, and finally flew into the blue sky. I was singing, flying higher and higher. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and I was almost dragged to the ground. The storm made my wings ache, and I struggled to win, and finally became the winner.

Since then, there has been one less heroic female general on the playground, one less girl laughing and laughing during recess, and one more girl copying and writing all day in the corner of the library. The blue literary dream has become my heartfelt expectation, and the beautiful notebook has become my best training ground.

It's late at night. Cicada is asleep. It's the pen in my hand that keeps creaking with the orange light. Xiang Ming has sacrificed herself, and I still trudge stubbornly, letting mosquitoes wreak havoc.

In winter, the cold winter wind roared into the window, and my feet were numb. I stood up and stamped my feet, and my hands were red with cold. I put them on my mouth. The hot water bottle had already become an ice pack and was thrown aside. There were a series of famous books piled on the cupboard beside the table, such as Dream of Red Mansions, The Water Margin and How Steel was Tempered .... I have devoted all my 14-year-old dreams, 15-year-old dreams and 16-year-old hopes to literature. I want to knock on the door of the literature hall. I want to write about my peers with my immature and persistent words, so that people can know the fiery and pure, thoughtful and persistent youth.

Let go of myself, let go of my heart, and fly to the place of my dreams ... Gu Jing of Tieling Middle School commented on Mr. Lu Xun's famous saying: "Hope doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. This is just like the road on the ground. In fact, there is no road on the ground. If there are more people walking, it will become a road. "

It is along this track that the author writes about his immature age, and he is full of golden vision on the road of literature. At the same time, he learns to get out of the shadows, study tirelessly, sit on famous books and knock on the door of the literature hall. The whole article has a novel structure.

The thinking is broadened, and quoting ancient poems adds a sense of color to the language, and the lines are full of vitality. This is a broad and unusual road. On the other side of the road, it leads to an ideal future.

However, in the past, this road locked the wishes of people in this village. In the past, my predecessors left a narrow road for the villagers.

Because of the narrowness, there are many people who can only squeeze through; Because it is a dirt road, on a sunny day, the dust almost covers the shoes when you step on it; On rainy days, the road is slippery, mud piles up, and passers-by often fall into clay figurines. The villagers shuttled back and forth on this road day and night. The road was so bad, but no one thought of repairing it.

However, on a drizzling morning, everything changed ... It was so chilly in the winter morning. A cold wind blew; The face is like being cut by a knife.

not far away, you seem to hear the sound of knocking on a stone. "Bang-bang-bang-"There was another knock, so crisp and powerful.

people from the warm bed. 4. Write an essay on the topic that more people in the world have no way to go < P > People and the Road Lu Xun once said: "There is no way in the world, and more people will have a way; There is a road in the world, and there are many people who walk, so there is no road. "—— Inscription When I look back at the footprints once again casually, I see a line of footprints that are not straight and winding. The footprints are printed on the muddy road on campus. I think the footprints in spring are the clearest and the footprints in unbearable days are the firmest. Nothing makes me walk along a straight line. After all, it is not exploration. In fact, the footprints are curved. As long as they are not interrupted, I used to be so familiar with the campus. Today's campus is still the same. Although there is another green tree and flowers have passed through a spring, I never stopped to look back when I hurried on my way to school, because I just hurried on my way, but I lost my direction. Now, the curved footprints make me think. On the way of walking and life, we don't have a pair of eyes to keep our footprints from bending, but we do. Persevering people always want to go their own way. Therefore, I think of Zhang Yu again. Now he is the editor-in-chief and host of Oriental Time and Space, but who knows how he came all the way to March into Oriental Time and Space? He was proud to enter such an institution when he was studying in the journalism department of Peking University. However, among the talented Peking University students, he was just an obscure student. His dream seemed a little broken. The pain of plummeting made him study aimlessly. But people should always face the reality and find their own way forward, so he practiced oral English hard. In order to gain a foothold in the press, he must have a pair of eyes for insight into the world, a sensitive heart for a moment, and a fluent ordinary speech. He entered the campus radio station, but he was under greater pressure. He tried every means to do a good job in the radio station, which can be said to be that the road was not straight. Because he needs to grope constantly, seek knowledge from small radio stations, hone himself and sum up experience. After his success, when he recalled his time at school, he actually called for his momentum. He said that he was not sure to stand out, but the road to study itself was not smooth, and all opportunities were encountered in the exploration. I admire Zhang Yu, and his success made me see that the road ahead is worth exploring. Maybe I will.