高考英語作文 行走在什么路上作文800字高中
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高考英語作文 行走在什么路上作文800字高中English composition
以下是翻譯的英文版本內容：
On what road are you walking
Walk on the path of discovery
In the summer of 2023, I took the green train and started my journey to the snowy mountains.
Standing at the foot of the mountain looking up, heaven and earth a white, a towering mountain peaks as if rising from the ground, the top of the mountain is covered by layers of clouds and lead gray, see not really. The chains on both sides of the walkway glowed with icy cold light from flying snow and sunlight. I shivered a little and wrapped my coat around me. This journey from the hot summer in pursuit of cool, the climb does not seem to be as easy as imagined.
After climbing thousands of steps surrounded by people, my legs gradually became heavy. Tourists around have a trend of getting together in twos and threes to chat and even set foot on the way home. I wavered, took out the camera in my arms, and pressed the shutter with trembling frozen fingers. The snow mountain in the viewfinder frame, wrapped in a silver armor, stretches for thousands of miles, like a sleeping dragon. Already halfway up the mountain, the landscape here is no longer as cold as it is at the foot of the mountain, which is thousands of miles away, or even pure white - the north wind has blown away the snow at the eaves of the mountain, exposing the meadows below, and it is a very pale ink blue.
Should we keep going? His head was already dizzy from lack of oxygen, and his cheeks were flushed by the snow. The snow mountain in the viewfinder frame is beautiful and magnificent, I seem to have completed the task of discovering the beauty, should I also set foot on the return trip? "Mother, it's almost here! I want to see the bunting on the top of the mountain!" Just as I was making my way down the hill, a mother and daughter passed me. Immature voice because of several hours of climbing and a little tired, but it is difficult to hide the hope and expectation in the heart. Like a young eagle, the snow on the top of the mountain hit her wings, but she met the difficulties, without flinching. My heart moved, I turned around, and I was even more shocked. The mother and daughter were just one of a few thinly veiled figures in the thin snow ahead. Several young people are striding forward against the snow, smiling on their faces; Two white-haired old men helped each other up the steps, the snow seemed to wear away the mark of years on their foreheads, replaced by the joy of reaching the top; There are even people dragging a few oxygen cylinders, the difficult climb up... They are all on the path of discovery. And walking, this is the most beautiful scenery in the journey. From the wwW.
Almost without a break, I finally reached the summit with this small team. Through the clouds to see the sun, the original lead gray sky at the foot of the mountain became blue and clear, the sun is bright and gentle, the colorful flags on both sides of the road fluttering in the wind, as if waving with us. I reached for my camera, this time focusing on the path behind me. Thousands of miles of snow, every inch has left our footprints. Walking is the proof of the summit, and it is also a witness of the courage and strength of human beings in overcoming difficulties. Walking itself is also a beautiful scene, walking on the road to discover beauty, it gives me the indelible power to search for difficulties.
On what road are you walking
Walk on the road to chase your dreams
When the lights are on, I sit at my desk, in the white xuan black ink, and insist on practicing calligraphy at my desk, because I know I have some good calligraphy and inherit the dream of calligraphy.
When I first practiced calligraphy, I could not control the pen, and the words were intermittent and had no strength. The teacher encouraged me to give myself a reason to keep practicing. At that time, I was determined to write good calligraphy and win prizes in my heart. The teacher said: "to learn must be just and constant, not just is sui Hui, not constant." So I began to insist on practicing calligraphy, first practice writing horizontal, back front, close the pen, the pen edge up, press down, out of the front. I read it again and again, but my hand trembled again. At home, I tried to do everything: eating with chopsticks as a brush practice pen; Tired of learning, with a pen when the brush practice pen... I controlled the brush to stop turning back and forth with different efforts, experiencing the subtle feeling of cooperation with each finger. When I picked up the brush again, I held my breath and concentrated, and then closed the brush back and finished it in one go, and smoothly wrote the repeated horizontal strokes. I know it's a triumphant step on the road to my dream, but there's still a long way to go.
In order to achieve the rhythmic beauty of "body in harmony with nature", I will begin to study the ancient Chinese calligraphy, which has experienced many vicissitudes, but the connection and connection between one point, one horizontal and one vertical has not been weakened. When I write "door", I feel the connection and reference between the point and the horizontal; when I write "Hui", I feel the soft beauty of the left vertical and the thick and firm beauty of the right vertical. Mimicking the different shapes of the inside mouth. Gradually, I immersed myself in it, experiencing a breath and a breath, a meal in which the author's emotions and the unique charm of calligraphy. I kiss the first warm morning sun and bid farewell to the study with the setting sun. Unconsciously rice paper has been completed a pile, in the sunset glow, my word seems to have a vitality, like Momei wind strong, agile vitality without losing the strength. At that moment, I realized the power of walking on the road of pursuing dreams, and step by step, I will eventually reach the other side of my dream.
When I look at the calligraphy post, I have a few more certificates around me, and my ears echo the teacher's praise, and my heart is as happy as eating honey. The simplicity of the characters makes me feel that there are endless stories behind the calligraphy. The left and right echoes of the word, and the subtle and magical connection up and down, and "seduce" me to find out. At that moment, the dream of exploring the mystery of calligraphy and inheriting calligraphy culture came from my heart, just like my mission, and at that moment, I knew that the road to pursue my dream would be longer.
Walking on the road of chasing dreams, you need to believe that there is no longer than the foot road, perseverance, step by step will eventually have a dream come true one day. Walking on the road of inheriting calligraphy, I am not afraid of wind and rain, in order to dream in my heart, step by step forward.
What road are you walking on
Walking on the road of pursuing dreams
Standing in front of the starting line, surrounded by the crowd, a burst of depression came from the rapid breathing from all sides, attacking my heart and reverberating in my mind for a long time.
It was early autumn, and the heat was not yet over, and I was about to take my first half-horse journey in my life. Once I stood after the finish line of the north horse, greeted my father when he crossed the finish line, with high spirits. It was just yesterday, and since then I've had a dream of finishing a marathon in my heart, and now the opportunity is here, and I'm ready to go...
That day, the crowd was so busy that it seemed to swallow me up. I bowed at the starting line as usual, holding my breath, waiting for the "bang" sound of the long-lost starting gun, and my dream journey would officially set sail.
Running on the avenue under the sun, I had a sense of freedom and detachment, like a strong horse galloping on the vast grassland. Happiness is always short, after 5 kilometers, my legs began to ache from time to time, hitting the heart. Looking at the adults on both sides of the "flying", such as the flood beasts generally passed from my side, shaking the breeze, as if such a breeze can easily knock me down. I gradually some powerless, the head of the sun proudly baked the air, confused my way forward, and the foot of the asphalt road is also like being melted, unbridled implicated in my pace. Fear and uneasiness settled in my heart, crushing me little by little.
Just as I sank into the abyss of the flood and beast around me, a familiar cry rushed into my ears and instantly swept away all my anxiety. I turned to look, Dad is riding, following me outside the track, "Son! Don't look down! Look forward! Adjust your breathing and run the way you want!" I smiled, stood up to my father on behalf of "I am very good, don't worry" thumb, turned back, continue to run forward.
My father has been beside me, encouraging me from time to time, I am inspired and inspired, the pace is faster and faster, light and calm. Then I found that the sun seemed to warm a little, it has been around me behind, with great power to help me move forward. I looked at the shadow running in front of me, looking forward to wearing, the past scenes of pay and sweat as a slide across the mind. "I will never give up," I told myself.
Later on the road, my thoughts gradually calmed down, watching the orange-yellow mist slowly woven on the horizon, the noise in my ears faded out of my mind. My heart became more determined, and I strode forward toward the end. Once the dream, such as bright stars hanging in the sky, guiding me, but far away, at this moment, I, stepping on the bridge of their own paved dreams, is about to reach the starry sky that makes me miss day and night, excited in the heart, in the rhythm of the breath into a strong power. The signpost on the side of the road disappeared into the past with my step, counting down the moment I crossed the finish line.
After a while, the finish line came into view, and when I crossed the finish line, I felt very smooth, but there was a trance of blinking and dreaming. Dad was waiting for me not far away - just as I had met dad years earlier. His face was full of relief and joy, and perhaps he looked at the shadow of his old self, I thought.
On the way home, the roadside smelled of flowers. This journey of half a horse, for my future long road to pursue the dream to bring very firm faith and hope, let me more firmly believe that the dream is there, only for me to break through the thorns and set sail. Dream a little bit by time dizzy, more clearly emerge in the distance, until the next flower sea in full bloom, swallows return, I will raise the hooves, all the way flowers, until the dream embrace!
Walk on what road composition high school
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行走在什么路上作文高中 篇1
行走在發現美景之路上
2023年的夏天，我坐上綠皮火車，開啟了自己的雪山之旅。
站在山腳下抬頭望，天地一白，一座座巍峨挺立的山峰仿佛拔地而起，山頂被層層云霧的鉛灰色所籠罩，看不真切。棧道兩側的鎖鏈在飛揚的雪沫和陽光照射下迸濺出冰冷的寒光。我不禁有些哆嗦，裹緊身上的大衣。這一趟從炎炎夏日中追逐涼爽的旅程，攀登的道路似乎沒有想象中那么簡單。
被人流簇擁著爬過幾千級長階，我的雙腿漸漸變得沉重起來。身邊的游客已經有三三兩兩聚在一起聊天，甚至踏上歸途的趨勢。我有些動搖，掏出懷里的相機，用凍僵的手指顫抖著按下快門。取景框里的雪山，裹一身銀甲，綿延萬里，如同一條沉睡的巨龍。已經越過半山腰，這里的風景與山腳處相比不再是那種拒人于千里之外的冰冷，甚至不是純粹的雪白——北風吹去了山檐處的積雪，露出下方的草甸，連成一片極淡的水墨青色。
還要繼續走下去嗎？頭腦已經因為缺氧而有些發暈，臉頰也被風雪激得通紅。取景框里的雪山秀美壯麗，我似乎已經完成了發現美景的任務，是不是也應該踏上返程了呢？“媽媽，快到了！我要到山頂上看彩旗！”就在我邁開腳步準備往山下走時，一對母女與我擦肩而過。稚嫩的嗓音因為幾個小時的攀登而略有疲倦，但卻難掩心中的希冀與期待。仿若一只雛鷹，山頂的風雪擊打她的羽翼，她卻迎難而上，沒有一絲退縮。我心頭一動，轉過身，卻更加被震撼了。前方縹緲的薄雪間，隱約只剩下幾個稀疏的人影，那對母女只是其中之一。幾個年輕人正頂著風雪大步前進，臉上洋溢著笑容；兩個白發蒼蒼的老人相互攙扶著登上臺階，細雪似乎磨平了他們額頭歲月的印記，取而代之的是快要登頂的喜悅；甚至還有人拖著幾只氧氣瓶，艱難向上攀登的……他們都行走在發現美景之路上。而行走，本就是旅途中最美麗的風景。出自 wwW.
我幾乎是一步一歇，終于和這個小小的隊伍登上了峰頂。撥云見日，原本在山腳下鉛灰色的天空變得蔚藍而明朗，陽光明媚而溫柔，棧道兩旁的彩旗迎風飄揚，仿佛在和我們招手。我摸出相機，這一次，卻將鏡頭對準了身后行走過的道路。綿延萬里的白雪，每一寸都留下了我們的腳印。行走是登頂的證明，也是人類在克服困難中釋放勇氣和力量的見證。行走本身亦是美景，行走在發現美景的路上，它帶給我求索于困難的不可磨滅的力量。
行走在什么路上作文高中 篇2
行走在追逐夢想之路上
萬家燈火之時，我坐在桌前，在白宣黑墨中，堅持伏案練習書法，因為我知道自己有些好書法傳承書法的夢想。
初練書法的時候，我控制不好筆，字也斷斷續續毫無力量，老師鼓勵我給自己一個堅持練習的理由，那時我在心里暗下決心一定要寫好書法，一定要獲獎。老師說：“為學須剛與恒，不剛則隋隳，不恒則。”于是我開始堅持練習書法，先練習寫橫，回鋒，收筆，筆鋒上揚，下按，出鋒。我反復看字帖，可手又不禁發抖。回家我想盡法子：吃飯時用筷子當毛筆練習控筆；學累了，用鋼筆當毛筆練控筆……我用不同的力度控制著毛筆來回停轉，體會著每個指頭配合的微妙感覺，再次拿起毛筆我屏息凝神，回鋒收筆出鋒，一氣呵成，流暢地寫出了反復練習的橫劃。我知道這是逐夢路上勝利的一步，但前方路仍然漫長。
為了達到“體合天成”的韻律美，我要開始努力研究古人的字帖，字帖已經飽經滄桑，但一點一橫一豎之間的呼應連帶卻毫無淡化，寫“門”時我體會著點與橫之間的連帶和照應，寫“回”時我體會著左邊豎的柔軟美，右邊豎的厚重堅挺美，模仿著里面口中橫豎的形態不一。漸漸的我沉浸其中，體會一呼一吸，一連一頓之中作者情感和書法獨特的魅力。我親吻著早晨第一縷暖陽，與夕陽一起和書房告別。不知不覺間宣紙已落成一摞，在落日余暉的照耀下，我的字仿佛有了生機，像墨梅風中堅挺，靈動生機中又不失堅挺之力。那一刻我體會到行走在逐夢路上堅持的力量，一步一步終將抵達夢想的彼岸。
再看字帖時，身邊多了幾張獎狀，耳盼回響起老師贊揚的話，我的心里美滋滋的如同吃了蜜一般。可字的古樸滄桑，讓我感受到書法背后深藏著無窮的故事。字的左右呼應連帶，上下微妙神奇的關聯，又“勾引”著我一探究竟。那一刻探索書法的奧秘，傳承書法文化這一夢想從我心底發出，如同我的使命一般，那一刻，我知道自己逐夢之路還會更加漫長。
行走在追逐夢想之路上，需要堅信沒有比腳更長的道路，堅持不懈，一步一個腳印終會有夢想成真的一天。行走在傳承書法的路上，我不畏風雨，為了心中的夢想，一步一步向前。
行走在什么路上作文高中 篇3
行走在追夢之路上
站在起跑線前，身旁滿是簇擁著的人群，一陣壓抑從四面八方傳來的急促呼吸中傳遞而來，抨擊著我的心跳，在我的腦海中久久回蕩，揮之不去。
那是一日初秋，酷暑未消，我即將迎來人生中的第一次半馬征程。曾經的我站在北馬的終點線后，迎接著爸爸沖過終點線的一刻，意氣風發。往事猶在昨日，自那時以來我就在心中埋下了完成一場馬拉松的夢想，如今契機當前，我整裝待發……
那天，人群熙熙攘攘，仿佛要將我吞沒其中。我像往日一樣半躬在起跑線前，屏息凝神，靜待久違的發令槍的“砰”一聲響，我的逐夢之旅便將正式啟航。
奔跑在正陽下的大道上，我有了一種自由的超脫感，如同一只強健的馬駒在浩瀚草原上縱情馳騁。可快樂總是短暫的，5公里后，我的腿便開始了時不時的酸痛，直擊心房。看著兩旁的大人“飛翔”著，如洪水猛獸一般從我身旁掠過skim over； sweep past； sideswipe； fly past；，激蕩起陣陣play； spasmodically； riffle； beat；微風，好像如此微風就能把我輕易擊倒down；。我漸漸有些力不從心，頭頂的烈陽scorching sun；高傲地炙烤grilled；著空氣，迷茫著我的前進之路，而腳下的瀝青路asphalt road； blacktop； bituminous road； tarmac road；卻也像被熔化一般，放肆地牽連著我的步伐。惶恐與不安沉積在我心中in my mind； in my heart；，一點點a small quantity； a little bit；壓垮overwhelm； collapse under pressure；著我。
正當我陷入周圍洪水猛獸的深淵時，一聲熟悉的呼喊涌入swarm into； inburst； flock in； flow over into； pack into；耳畔，霎時掃去了所有的焦躁。我扭頭望去，爸爸正騎著車，在賽道外面追隨著我，“兒子！別低頭，往前看！調整呼吸節奏，該怎么跑就怎么跑！”我會心一笑，向爸爸豎出了代表“我很好，別擔心”的大拇指，扭回頭，繼續向前跑去。
爸爸一直在我身旁陪伴，不時鼓勵著我，我感奮激發，腳步越來越快，輕盈又不失沉著。這時我才發覺艷陽似乎和煦了些，它已然繞到我的身后，以磅礴力量助力我前進的步伐。我看著前方奔跑的影子，望眼欲穿，過往的一幕幕付出與汗水如同幻燈片般劃過思緒。“我絕不放棄”，我暗自給自己鼓勁。
后來的路途上，我的思慮漸漸平和，看橙黃色的霧靄慢慢織上天邊，耳邊的嘈雜淡出我的腦海。我的內心愈發堅定，朝著終點的方向大步向前。曾經的夢，如璀璨的星高掛天際，指引著我，卻又遙不可及，此刻的我，踏在自己鋪就的夢想之橋上，即將到達那片令我朝思暮想的星空，激動充盈于內心，在一次次節奏頓挫的呼吸中化作強勁的動力。路旁的標志桿隨著我的步伐消失在過去，倒數著我沖過終點的一刻。
半晌，終點線映入眼簾，跨過終點線的一剎，我感到無比暢然，卻又有種眨眼間與夢滿懷的恍惚。爸爸正在不遠處迎接著我——正如我幾年前迎接爸爸一樣。他的臉上滿是欣慰與喜悅，可能他一眼望去，也滿是自己往日的影子吧，我想。
回家的路上，路旁的花叢香氣氤氳。這次半馬征程，為我日后漫長的逐夢之路帶來無比堅定的信念與希望，讓我更加堅信，夢就在那里，只待我披荊斬棘，揚帆起航。夢想一點點a small quantity； a little bit；被時光暈染，更加清晰地浮現在遠方，待到下一次花海盛開，燕子歸來，我必將揚鞭奮蹄，一路生花，直至與夢相擁！
行走在什么路上作文高中