The composition on the way home is 800 words

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One day, the weather was fine, and the fireball-like sun hung high in the air, roasting the earth and roasting the face. White clouds are floating in the sky. Some white clouds are like white rabbits grazing in the sky; Some white clouds are like sheep grazing in the sky; Some white clouds fly in the sky like birds.

School is over, lovely Dongdong, running happily on his way home. There is a watermelon skin on the side of the road. I didn't see it in winter and winter. I stepped on it, shook my body and fell to the ground with a bang.

Naughty Xiaojun happened to pass by here, and when he saw this "wonderful scene", he couldn't help laughing and shouted, "Come and see it, everyone! Pig Bajie slipped! " Dongdong had a painful fall. Seeing Xiaojun laughing at himself, he couldn't help crying.

At this time, Xiaoming, a sixth-grade student, was humming to his home and was attracted by Xiaojun's laughter like an old hen and his crying in winter and winter. He was angry to see Xiaojun, who loves pranks, bullying his classmates like this. He quickly stepped forward to help Dongdong, who was tripped by watermelon skin, and asked kindly, "Little brother, does it hurt?" Sad Dongdong is as happy to see Xiaoming care about himself as he is to see his own brother. He said in a charming voice, "It hurts!" " .

Xiao Ming said happily to Dongdong, "Come, brother, pat the soil for you. Don't rub your eyes with dirty hands, you'll get trachoma. Brother takes you to wash! " Xiao Ming said, patting Dong Dong with mud.

Xiaoming took Dongdong to the roadside toilet and cleaned it. He said softly to Dongdong, "Brother, take you home!" " ""thank you, brother! " Dongdong agreed excitedly. The small round face regained its original excitement and hung up an innocent smile. They held hands, chatted and ran away with a smile.

Poor Xiaojun looked at their backs and felt ashamed. He blushed, lowered his head to pick up the watermelon skin and put it in the trash can.

This incident tells us that we should respect others and help them.

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The moonlight is bright, like shining white silk, permeating quietly and peacefully. Walking on this path, I remembered what had just happened and came back to my eyes.

"Fangfang, why didn't you do well in the exam? I only got more than 50 points in the exam, but I still failed? " My mother's words echoed in my ears, and I sounded very unhappy. A Sunday may be taken away by this nagging. I muttered to myself: Take the exam if you can. I'm not as clever as you. You gave birth to them all. I don't want to go to school.

"Why don't you review your lessons? How many times has that comic book been turned over? You have to win glory for us! " My mother's tone became heavier. I threw the book heavily on the ground and said coldly, "Take the exam if you have the ability. I won't study for you. " Drop this sentence and walk out of the house angrily.

Walking on this narrow road, the moonlight is like water, and my heart suddenly wakes up in half. I remember it was also a moonlit night. My mother taught me to learn Li Bai's thoughts. On a quiet night, I looked up and saw that it was moonlight and sank back. I suddenly remembered my home and told me the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon's fairy tales, which made me want to fly since I was a child. Now that I have grown up, my mother's hands have become rough and wrinkles have increased. When we left, my mother and I talked less.

Go ahead, the night is getting deeper and deeper, and my body is a little cold. Feel the dew dripping from your hands and blow them clean in one breath. It's too warm. If only my mother were here. In the dead of night, it is my mother who studies with me, sits next to me and takes the soles. Sometimes she makes me a bowl of hot jiaozi, a warm water bag and warms my hands in winter. ...

Tears came down unconsciously at the thought of this. "Don't give up in your studies!" "This is my previous oath. When I think of previous awards, I should make my mother laugh. A faint long fragrance floated, and the osmanthus blossoms. " Through it, I accept the cold touch and look for the familiar Feng Shui. "What a beautiful poem! How can I make my mother cry at this Mid-Autumn Festival reunion? I'm going to prepare coke and moon cakes and relive my childhood stories with my mother.

The moonlight is still so bright, like shining white silk, full of peace and tranquility. A mother and daughter make a wish to heaven in the moonlight.

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Walking on the way to school is a very common thing, and we experience it every day. But I think it is very meaningful, because, on the way after school, many things happened, one of which I will never forget.

I remember one day, after school, the bell rang, and the students rushed out of school like birds and set foot on their way home. I walked comfortably on the road, humming a little song, thinking about interesting things in school.

I saw many students go to the small supermarket to buy some snacks. Seeing this, my stomach cried discontentedly. I couldn't resist the temptation and bought a bag. After eating it, my stomach smiled with satisfaction. Go home for dinner and feel full after two bites. My mother asked me strangely, "You usually eat a lot. Why did you eat so little today? " I told my mother the truth. My mother didn't talk about me, but kindly told me: "The snacks in the small supermarket outside are not good for your health. Don't buy it there. " I keep my mother's words firmly in mind.

The next day, on my way home from school, I saw that the vendors were still there and many students came to buy them. I watched them eat so delicious! I really want to buy another bag, but the thought of what my mother said made me resist the temptation. I didn't buy it, so I walked home reluctantly. But I feel very happy in my heart, because I beat myself!

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Although our city is a big labor export city, millions of migrant workers from Zhoukou rushed home just half a month before the Spring Festival, in recent years, due to the great improvement of transportation facilities and the increasing number of alternative ways to return home, the "difficulty coefficient" of returning home is decreasing year by year. 20 1 1 Spring Festival travel rush on the first day, the reporter interviewed several "vagrants" who had just set foot on their hometown land at random and recorded such changes and their joy of going home.

□ Evening News reporter Du Xin Intern Jiang Yuchen

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Interviewee: Niu Cuili, a 20-year-old migrant worker in Guangzhou, went home by train+car.

Yesterday morning 10, at Huaiyang West Bus Station, Niu got off with a smile (below). Although she took the train and bus for 17 hours, she didn't see any fatigue. "It feels good to be home!" Niu told reporters that she came back from Guangzhou. "She got home in less than a day, and this year's riding was quite smooth." \

Niu is from Leicaolou Village, Xinzhan Town, Huaiyang County. She 17 years old went to work in Guangzhou and worked there for three years. This year, she works as a clerk in a cake shop. She is usually very busy and hasn't been home for a year. She told reporters that at this time last year, she was both excited and worried. She is excited about going home for the Spring Festival and worried about the crowds during her stay in Spring Festival travel rush. But this year, she feels that the traffic is much more convenient than in previous years. She asked her brother to go to Guangzhou Railway Station to buy tickets 10 days in advance. "Everything went well by bus. 18 got on the train in Guangzhou at 4: 06 pm and arrived at Luohe Railway Station at 7: 35 this morning. At 7: 50, I got on the train from Luohe to Huaiyang, 10 to Huaiyang, which is quite fast. " Niu Cuili said that it was not so smooth when she came back two years ago. She had to bump on the bus all night and change trains twice. "Now the traffic is more and more convenient. I don't have to worry about going home anymore! "

It's no use going back to Guangzhou for a day.

It's not too difficult to turn five times.

All the way home at high speed.

□ Evening News reporter Hou Guofang

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Interviewee: Yue Feng, 22 years old, a non-commissioned officer of Jiamusi People's Liberation Army.

Way to return home: car+train

Around 65438+1October 19 am 1 1, a bus from Shangqiu to Lu Yi slowly pulled into Luyi bus station. In the crowd, a young man in camouflage finally got off the bus. This young man named Yue Feng is visiting relatives in Lu Yi.

Yue Feng has been in the army for three years, and now he is a sergeant in the army. A few days ago, the head of the army approved his family leave for more than 20 days. In order to return to his hometown after three years' absence as soon as possible, Yue Feng bought a train ticket from Harbin to Zhengzhou at a sales agency in Jiamusi a few days in advance. "I started from the army in the afternoon of 16. After arriving in Jiamusi city by bus that afternoon, I transferred to a passenger car to arrive in Harbin. It takes nearly 30 hours to walk from Harbin to Zhengzhou by train.

After that, I took the train from Zhengzhou to Shangqiu, and then transferred from Shangqiu to Lu Yi by bus. There are five bus transfers on this road. "Talking about the feelings on the way to visit relatives, Yue Feng said with a face of excitement that he was very excited despite the bumps all the way, because he finally returned to his hometown after such a long separation. And along the way, whether by bus or by train, it went smoothly. By contrast, there are more passengers by train than by bus.

Especially from Harbin to Zhengzhou, there are many passengers, not only packed, but also the aisle is full of people. "Maybe it's because of homesickness. As soon as the bus entered Lu Yi, I felt that the driver and passengers were very kind. Their service is in place. On the way, the car TV plays traffic safety videos from time to time, and the flight attendants often remind passengers who get on and off the bus to take care of their belongings, prevent theft and forget, and pay attention to safety. "

□ Evening News reporter Ma Zhiwei

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Interviewee: Kong, 30 years old, a migrant worker in Taiyuan, Shanxi.

Way to go home: car

As the saying goes, everything is fine at home, but it is difficult to go out. In the past, Kong Lu Feng, who lives in Zhu Zhuang, Chuanhui District, also believed this sentence. When he came back from Taiyuan for the first time, Kong Lufeng had a brand-new feeling: "It was not that difficult to go home."

Kong, 30 years old. Although he had been farming at home before and had never traveled far, from the villagers who came back from working outside, he heard a lot of difficulties in his journey, especially the difficulty of going home by car during the Spring Festival. Last year, Kong went to Taiyuan for construction for the first time. Although I do coolies, I earn more than 100 a day at most.

After a year, he not only made money, but also felt that it was not as difficult as others said to go home by bus. "It went well when I bought tickets at the station. When I came back, I took the expressway. From Taiyuan to Shangshui, the road was smooth. " Kong Lu Feng said that after arriving at Shangshui Bus Station, he suddenly felt a deep feeling. "Warmly welcome migrant workers to their hometowns for the New Year", "Hello, customers, you have worked hard all the way" ... A series of slogans make people feel the warmth of their hometown even more.

My home is in Chuanhui District. Why did you get off at Shangshui? Kong Lu Feng said that there are many shuttle buses from Shangshui to Zhoukou. When it comes to Shangshui, it means going to Chuanhui District. "Now, it's really convenient to take the bus!" At the end of the interview, Kong Lu Feng, who was packing his bags on his back, once again expressed heartfelt feelings.

Singing all the way home by car.

I am eager for the train to arrive at my door next year.

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□ Evening News reporter Vae

Interviewee: Huang Jincheng, 44, a migrant worker in Taiyuan, Shanxi.

Mode of returning home: group chartered car

"The train is so crowded that it is difficult to get tickets at the station. It is convenient and quick to simply pack a car from the travel company to go home. " On the first day in Spring Festival travel rush, the tide of migrant workers returning home surged. However, 49 migrant workers in Jizhong Town, Dancheng did not feel the pressure of Spring Festival travel rush craze at all, because they chartered a car to their hometown in Shanxi, watched TV, listened to music and chatted all the way, and arrived home happily.

Huang Jincheng, a migrant worker, said that it is a headache to go home from the construction site every Spring Festival. Even booking tickets more than 1 month in advance and planning to return home, even so, after entering the twelfth lunar month, it is difficult to get on the bus with tickets and without seats.

Now the wages of migrant workers are rising, and everyone can get 3600 a month. In order to go home without suffering from crowded cars, they thought of a good way to charter a car from a travel company. Huang Jincheng calculated an account. Normal fare 180 yuan. Although 100 is paid more now, everyone has a seat, a car TV and tea, and migrant workers also enjoy the "special train" treatment.

At 4 o'clock in the morning yesterday, a special car carrying 49 migrant workers arrived safely in Jizhong Town. When many families of migrant workers came to pick up their cars, they said humorously, "You can do it! Farmers who pull shelves and smash bricks still take special cars. "

□ Evening News reporter Zhang Tao Hong

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Interviewee: Zhai Zhonghua, 4 1 year-old migrant worker in Ningbo.

Way to go home: car

"As soon as the bus arrives at Zhoukou, there is an impulse to hurry home!" 65438+ 10 165438+ at 0: 40 in the morning, Zhai Zhonghua, a villager from Mazhuang Village, Zhukou Town, Taikang County, who just returned from Ningbo, Zhejiang Province, said excitedly.

On the morning of the same day, the reporter saw Zhai Zhonghua carrying a big bag and a small bag at the state-run bus station in Taikang County. He told reporters that he worked in a shipyard in Ningbo, Zhejiang. 10 18 in the early morning 1 or so, he and a fellow villager took a long-distance bus from Ningbo to Taikang and set foot on their way home.

It went well at first, but when the bus reached the expressway from Ningbo to Nanjing, it couldn't go any further. Later, he learned from a driver friend that there was a car overturned on the side of the road and the crane was carrying out rescue, so there was a traffic jam. Because of the cold weather and light snow, everyone had to sit in the carriage and wait anxiously. He waited with his fellow villagers for five hours before the car in front began to move slowly.

Being anxious to go home, Zhai Zhonghua was worried about traffic jams on the road again. It was not until the next morning 10 that the bus entered Zhoukou and Zhai Zhonghua's hanging heart landed. He took a long breath and kept saying, "finally home!" " "

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Interviewee: Yan Rujun, 40, a migrant worker in Harbin, Heilongjiang.

Way to return home: train+car

At about 65438+ 10/9 10, a bus from Shangqiu to Xiangcheng slowly stopped in the yard of Xiangcheng bus station. In the crowd, Yan Rujun, a family of four who lives in Jialing Town, Xiangcheng, was the last to get off. "The main thing is that I don't want to squeeze any more!" Yan Rujun said.

Yan Rujun, 40, and his wife have been engaged in waterproof work in Harbin, the ice city for many years, and a pair of children also go to school in Harbin. Because of the long distance and inconvenient transportation, I returned to my hometown in the Spring Festival one year later. "I have been away for many years, and I will come back for a reunion year in any case. I have money and no money to go home for the New Year! " Yan Rujun said that on the morning of June 65438+ 10/8, their family of four got on the train from Harbin to Zhengzhou, got off at Shangqiu Railway Station the next morning, and then transferred to the bus to return to Xiangcheng. "There are not many people in the car, and the train is particularly crowded!" He said that the aisles of the train are full of migrant workers who go home for the New Year. "There is no place to put your feet. It's too crowded No way, they all go home for the New Year. Let's accommodate each other! " Yan Rujun said that although the traffic is convenient now, you have to change trains when you come back. I wish the train could get to your door.

Knowing that the Silla (River)-Fuyang Railway will be completed and opened to traffic at the end of June this year, Yan Rujun's face suddenly smiled. "I hope that when Spring Festival travel rush comes back on 20 12, he can take the train to my home." He said that in the future, if the transportation is convenient, try to take time to come back several times and spend time with your parents at home.

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Walking on the way home Author: Anonymous Source: Unknown We have been looking for the road to happiness all our lives. Our little happiness. -Inscription, a warm harbor built by our parents, a place where our hearts can rest. No matter when and where, the door of home is always open for us and always warms us.

Sometimes, we feel that our parents can't understand us, so we have a quarrel. We always wonder why our parents are so cruel to us. At this time, we forgot the little love in our hearts, which was built with the tears and sweat of our parents! We always remember our parents' anger, but forget our happiness and the happy road we walked together. Perhaps, we used to take our parents' love for granted.

I once read an article on the post bar: 1 year old, 2 years old ... 30 years old, parents pay for us with their little love, and we give them back. Cold eyes? Swearing? We don't know how heartbreaking this is for our parents.

You know, how happy they are that they have done so much for us. I just hope we can grow up soon. Don't forget what you once had. Cherish what you can't get. Don't give up what is yours. What has been lost is left as a memory. The blue castle once smiled, prayed and made naive wishes.

Maybe our love is not lonely, but the meteor will die one day. Cherish the little love we have now. Every day when I get home, the lights at the door are quietly on. I can understand that this is a little love from our parents, waiting for us to carefully collect and light up our way home.

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Walk on the way home

It's getting dark. It's going to rain. Walking on the way home from school, my heart is blue and heavy, and I can't be calm for a long time. I can't get rid of what I just saw.

Walking out of school with my sister, an elder sister handed us a leaflet. I took it and looked at it while walking. I found that this leaflet meant nothing to me, so I threw it into the air. Leaflets floated in the wind and landed gently on the ground. When chatting with my sister, I didn't pay attention to all kinds of waste paper on the ground.

My sister threw the leaflet in her hand to the ground again. I found pieces of paper scattered on the ground and piles of rubbish everywhere. Flies have become frequent visitors to these rubbish, visiting in groups of three or five. A foul smell got into the nostrils, and passers-by had to cover their noses and tiptoe carefully to avoid it. I have to be careful, too, for fear of catching terrible bacteria. .

At this point, I can't help but tremble when I think of the scene where I just threw away the leaflet. Am I not one of the people who make these rubbish? I am ashamed of my mistake. If people are like me, wouldn't our beautiful city become a "garbage kingdom"? My heart is like a heavy stone, which makes me feel terrible.

"Protecting the environment is the responsibility of every citizen." My ears remind me of my usual teacher's teaching. Yes, a lot of rubbish is produced every day in our life. If it is not handled properly and thrown around, it will be submerged by garbage and breed thousands of germs. Bad smell will get into people's nostrils, pollute the air, destroy the environment, threaten health, and the consequences are unimaginable!

Walking on the way home from school, I deeply blamed myself for littering everywhere, and at the same time realized that "caring for the environment starts with me." There is a deep meaning in this sentence. People, care for the environment, start with me, start with every little thing around you. After school, my classmates and I flew out of school happily like caged birds. At this time, the sun is no longer as aggressive as at noon, facing the cool breeze. Some students are joking in twos and threes, while others bow their heads and say nothing. They must have been criticized at school.

I'm playing with a yo-yo in my hand and humming "sour and sweet is me". I came to a roadside shop, bought a copy of "Mengniu Green Mood" and ate it with alacrity. It looked more enjoyable than being president, so I subconsciously threw away the ice cream paper. Suddenly, I saw some classmates helping a female cleaner clean the garbage on the floor. They were absorbed, and sweat as big as beans kept rolling down from their foreheads. I feel as if I had been struck by lightning. I stayed there stupefied and watched them immerse themselves in the joy of labor. I was ashamed and immediately picked up the paper bag and joined the labor. I fully appreciate the joy of labor, let sweat moisten my whole body, and proudly enjoy the praise eyes from around me.

I'm walking on the familiar way home again, still thinking about what just happened in my mind. I deeply realize that to build our harmonious and beautiful home, we need each of us to start from small things and radiate light and heat for the whole society.

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You can choose the material of this composition as follows: the scenery you saw along the way, and the things you experienced, or look back on today's study. . . .

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