Footprint composition 1 When I was a child, my mother often took me to her hometown to play. Although I made many friends at that time, I can't see them now.
On weekends, I sit in the house and play with some gadgets. Outside the door, there was a sudden shout, and then a sound similar to the gong. I stomped out. There are my curious little footprints on the ground.
However, as soon as I went out, I found that I was the only one who came out, and there was even an interesting sound like a gong. Then I looked up at the old man who knocked on the gong-his face, which should have been smiling, was wrinkled together, which made me a little scared.
I want to go back to my house, but I'm too embarrassed to move. The old man saw that I had no money, but he didn't dislike me. He happily took out a candy wrapped in a plastic bag from his broken backpack.
"Eat sugar? Ha ha ... "The old man asked me with a smile.
Sugar! As long as there is sugar!
I nodded. The dirty little feet running around rubbed against the ground, leaving small footprints.
The old man smiled and took out two iron guys from his backpack, smashed them twice across the bag, and a large piece of sugar in the bag immediately fell apart. Cocoon-covered hands picked out two large pieces from the bag and handed them to me. The sesame smell on the sugar, I happily put a piece of sugar in my mouth. This kind of sugar has only a sweet and faint taste, which is not as rich as the sugar that has been eaten; Sugar is neither soft nor hard. It looks chewy.
When I looked up at the old man contentedly, he had disappeared at the end of the road. The old man's stumbling footprints are faintly visible on the road.
I didn't know he was a businessman until I was older, a businessman who made sugar. As a businessman, he has always been reluctant to accept money from his children and always gives them candy for free. But sugar always gets tired of eating, so he lost his business and didn't continue selling sugar here.
Later, I went back to my mother's hometown and passed the path. I never saw the old man with a frown and a smile again. Perhaps I was greedy for the delicious candy, hoping to see the old man and his deafening gong again, and of course the candy.
People will grow up, and I gradually forgot about it.
But sometimes, I go to my mother's hometown again, and my eyes are dim. I still seem to see his rickety back, as if I saw how he walked to the end of the road step by step.
Far away, I saw the sweet footprints on his rags.
Footprint composition 2 childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, which warms my heart, and childhood is like a cup of mellow tea, which makes me memorable; Childhood is like that winding path, which makes me grow; Childhood is like the afterglow of the sunset, so unforgettable. There are many unforgettable memories, which are still vivid, and the tired mood can be comforted.
When I was a child, there was a sudden power outage at home. When I lit candles, I liked to use the light of candles as a hand shadow and study the mystery of hand shadow alone. When the electricity came and the candle went out, I put my finger into the extinguished wax oil to take fingerprints.
When I was a child, I liked to drink water through a straw, blow bubbles into the water, make a purring sound, and then pour the water between two cups to cool down.
When you are bored in class, you scratch an eraser with a knife, draw a wooden table with compasses, suck a pen cap with the tip of your tongue, and wrap your fingers with tape.
In summer, I always like to talk to the electric fan, because it sounds like the voice of a robot, and it feels very fun. Sometimes in order to win more trump cards and glass balls (jumping beans), I completely forget the heat in summer and the cold in winter.
These seemingly insignificant childhood memories are actually many, but they are still so delicious in retrospect, which makes me feel nostalgic and gratified. A string of childhood memories is actually the epitome of my growth, progress and pursuit step by step. From babbling, incoherent, toddler, countless. It was a historic moment for me until I walked into the campus with my schoolbag on my back for the first time in my memory. When I first stepped on the stage, the smiles of teachers and parents and the cheers of classmates made me intoxicated with happiness and sweetness. During this period, I also tried to get teachers and parents to give me appreciation and relief in all aspects. How I miss the happy life of my childhood!
Time flies. Unfortunately, these interesting childhood stories can only be good memories. Now I have quietly become a big boy. In the harmonious, warm and beautiful childhood life, after repeated tempering, I was tempered as tough as steel, which made me learn to be strong, independent and understand others.
Nowadays, the senior high school entrance examination is approaching me day by day, and the invisible study pressure sometimes makes me feel tired, which inevitably reminds me of my childhood. But I also know that time cannot be turned back. The carefree childhood, which has been cared for by parents, has now become a beautiful memory and should no longer be the life that older children yearn for. I now deeply understand a famous saying in the new era-happiness is all achieved by struggle!
Footprint composition 3 This beach again. The footprints on the beach are the traces you walked with me.
I like the sea. Influenced by grandpa.
My grandfather has lived by the sea since he was a child. He has a special affection for the sea.
When I was a child, whenever I went to my grandfather's house, I clamored for him to accompany me to the seaside to pick up shells. Grandpa was very helpless, so after a busy day, he wrapped my little hand gently with his vigorous big hand, walked slowly on the beach and looked for it slowly.
When the sun sets, the golden red sun shines on us and on the beach, like a glass of golden Penang wine. I looked back at the footprints on the beach and always looked forward to having big footprints like grandpa's. Grandpa touched my head affectionately and told me that this day would come.
It's getting dark My grandfather and I sat on the floor by the sea. Relatively quiet, gently listening to the sea breeze and mysterious sounds coming from the depths of the ocean. The ocean under the night is particularly quiet, and the shadows on the distant sea are dancing. Grandpa smiled and said it was a seabird. I just don't understand. The footprints are winding behind me.
Summer time is like a rabbit's tail, which is fleeting. The night before I left, I walked by the sea with my grandfather. Grandpa said that he would choose the most beautiful shell to give me a necklace, so I secretly compared the size of our footprints.
But before this promise was fulfilled, grandpa disappeared without a trace. At that time, I was too young to understand. I'll understand when I grow up. Grandpa followed the fleet out to sea, met with a storm and lost contact. When my heart sank, I had a feeling of hatred for the sea.
When the leaves are green, they turn yellow, and when they turn yellow, they fall off, leaving only the bare trunk. It's been more than three years since I got back to my grandpa's house, because I don't want to see the blue sea and beach again. I wandered around grandpa's storage room and saw a small table with a small box on it in the corner. I opened it hard and shells, large and small, fell out. I remembered what my grandfather said to me. I couldn't help crying when I stepped on the shadow and compared the footprints on the beach.
I put the shell on with silk thread, put it on my wrist and walked to the beach. Looking at my footprints, I was a little surprised at the difference from the previous footprints. The word "yes" echoed in my ears.
Unfortunately, there are no big footprints around me that can be carefully compared.
Only then do I understand that my feelings for the sea have not dissipated with the passage of time, and the footprints on the beach will eventually be buried by gravel, while the traces you and I have walked through remain in my memory, lasting forever and shining brightly.
Footprint Composition 4 Not only are our parents growing up with us, but there are also a series of footprints with different shades behind us. They are the marks of our growth and our beautiful memories.
When I was eight or nine years old, my whole family went to visit relatives that winter. After lunch, we went shopping together for a long time. When it is getting dark, we are ready to go home. When we got home, I had a whim to visit the park. My mother has no choice but to go with me. In order not to disturb everyone, we told everyone to go first, and then we walked home. It's not very far anyway.
After playing in the park for a while, my mother reminded me to call home. Because it's already dark in the innocent sky. In order to save time, my mother took me along the path, but my mother seemed to ignore a problem; The path is a dirt road. It has just rained and it is difficult to walk. I looked at this muddy path, and there were 110,000 people in my heart who didn't want to go this way, because I was afraid of getting the new clothes for the New Year dirty. I just stood there motionless. My mother saw me motionless and came to me and asked me, "What's the matter?" . I whispered that I didn't want to go this way. My mother looked at me and then at the road. Then I squatted down and let me carry her. She wants to go behind my back. I lay prone on her, and she couldn't get up, so I asked her why. She said she couldn't carry me, so I had to come down. But I really didn't want to get my clothes dirty, so I begged my mother not to go this way. Mom seemed a little impatient and said "no". I stood there a little angry, bowing my head and playing with the soil under my feet. Looking up, I can't see my mother's shadow. I was standing there alone, and it was dark. I have been particularly afraid of the dark since I was a child, and I am the only one around to watch it. I didn't care if his clothes were dirty at that time. All I can think about is running and running. I have to catch up with my mother. I ran after my mother in tears, and soon caught up with her and threw myself into her arms. Mother patted me and picked me up. Scared, I didn't care why my mother carried me. She asked me to take my mobile phone to help her follow the road. Seeing a string of footprints left when I rushed to my mother by light, I have a different taste in my heart.
That string of footprints is my growing footprints, and it is the footprints left in my memory.
The seasons change like songs, and the years are fleeting. Every bit of life, like a string of colorful footprints, sinks in the quiet place of life, from far to near.
Full of good wishes and ardent expectations, I set foot on the learning hall in the third grade. From the moment I sat in the classroom of Grade Three, I knew what Grade Three meant: it means never giving up before you get something, and it means that the choice of life begins now; It also means what efforts we should make.
Senior three has been studying for more than a month, and I have tasted the ups and downs of senior three.
I can't forget my inner anxiety every time I enter the office, and I can't erase my depression when I leave the office. The new semester has begun, and large and small exams have followed. After a hard struggle with the test questions, I handed in the test papers slowly, and then waited for the teacher's weighing scores in expectation and fear all day.
"Come to the office!" The teacher pointed to the table and said. After a moment of confusion, I trudged to the office, and a fast beating heart reached my throat. When I walked into the office quietly, the teachers' surprised eyes were all focused on me. As for me, I had to walk to the teacher's desk with my head down and my face flushed, holding the test paper, staring at the score, saying nothing, listening to the teacher's explanation or reprimand, and then shaking my head or nodding. A severe criticism is in my heart, and a careful teaching is in my heart. After the explanation, I flew out with the test paper, but my steps were still heavy. I left a string of gray footprints on the main road of the office and classroom. ...
In the morning, when we step into a clean campus, we feel relaxed and happy. Facing the rising sun, we read in the morning under the tree, and the breeze brushed our cheeks, gentle and kind. Birds chirped on their heads, leaving an invisible footprint. Drinking the sound of the wind blowing branches, we enjoy the nutrients of knowledge in the lush campus. We wrote a magnificent chapter of youth on the green lawn, leaving a string of green footprints there. ...
At sunset, we walked out of the campus and broke free from the shackles of a day's study on the spacious cement avenue. The faint sunset has a new idea in my eyes. Because I know that the sunset is not the color of death, but the color of rebirth hope! Look up at the sunset, cover your eyes with your hands, and look at her through your hands. It is still beautiful. So a feeling rose in my heart: let the efforts of the third grade water the fruits of the victory of the senior high school entrance examination. Looking back, at sunset, a string of golden footprints were left on the cement road. ...
Life in Grade Three is a beautiful picture, on which we left a string of colorful footprints.
The footprint composition of the third grade 6 entered the ninth grade, and some people rose in the sweat and enjoyed the fun of progress; Some people are wandering and chewing the bitterness of life. ...
Happy footprint
Xiao is drinking water leisurely, and Xiao B next to him is telling jokes to Xiao C in the back row. He still tastes sweet water with satisfaction and occasionally listens to jokes with rapt attention. Just as he was about to swallow the water, little B talked about the hilarious place. Small ah opened his mouth and laughed. He couldn't help spraying water out, just spraying it perfectly on Xiao C's hair. Xiao C's classmate immediately said, "Dude, this watering can is really good. Look, wash my hair for free! " "Said, pointing to his hair. The whole class couldn't help laughing after listening. From then on, that little A classmate had a nickname-watering can.
Ah! Footprints, our happy footprints!
Sad footprints
Since entering the ninth grade, he has been immersed in his studies from morning till night, for fear of wasting a minute. When she was eating, she rushed to the canteen like an arrow, remembering English words in her mouth. When she was sleeping, she was still reciting historical knowledge, and the annoying chronology was always unclear, which kept her awake. The exam is coming. She feels good. The results came out, and her eyes were full of tears, and her blurred eyes dared not look at that terrible test paper. The usual efforts were all in vain, leaving only this score that she thought was not ideal, and a roll full of red crosses. She wiped her tears and murmured, "Grades are the lifeblood of students." Helpless, helpless, filled her heart, and finally she couldn't control her emotions and cried all over the test paper.
Ah! Footprints, our sad footprints!
A busy footprint
"Tomorrow is finally a holiday ..." Before I could say the word "fake", Mr. Wen held a large stack of corrected exercise books and said loudly, "Don't play around for such a long holiday tomorrow, go back and finish the exercise books with 29-35 pages." As soon as Mr. Wen walked out of the classroom, the chemistry teacher came one after another: "Go back tomorrow and finish this paper." Say that finish, take out a stack of test papers and tell the class representative to hand out the test papers. "Go home and do it seriously." When he reached the door, he threw us a word with trepidation. Child stars are busy cleaning up their homework and complaining. Who knows less than a minute, the math teacher came to the door of the classroom in an orderly way, and a voice broke out in the classroom: "Oh! There are so many homework. "
Ah! Footprints, our busy footprints!
Whether it is happy footprints, sad footprints or busy footprints, we all grow up with us. Let the footprint be behind, the goal be ahead, and grow up happily!
Footprints constitute the 7 South Pole, a horrible and chilling place, but no matter how bad its environment is, there are still awesome heroes who bravely challenge it, such as well-known Scott and Amundsen, who have proved themselves to people all over the world with countless footprints in the South Pole. Ask. How many people can be so persistent?
There are bound to be setbacks and difficulties in one's life. They are like a pair of tough swords, which may make you degenerate from now on, but they may also make you more motivated.
The way of life-sour, the way of life-sweet, the way of life-bitter, the way of life-spicy. Life can make us feel bitter, happy and helpless ... but we have to accept it anyway, because it is the taste of growth.
Once upon a time, many beautiful lives were insurmountable because of difficulties and stumbling blocks, so it was easy for flower of life to wither. They met a storm on their way to life. Too many possibilities make them feel that the world is gloomy, so they choose to retreat, choose to give up, even give up on themselves, degrade themselves, bury their heads in the sand like ostriches who encounter strong enemies, and hypnotize themselves hopelessly.
"I am ugly, but I am gentle ..." This is a song by Zhao Chuan. No matter how stormy it is outside, singers will feel warm when there is sunshine in their hearts. But I believe that as long as you never give up and move forward firmly, you will always meet the real sun, because as long as you have a strong, sincere and enthusiastic heart, you will not lose the fireball called the hope of the sun.
Even if it has never abandoned anyone, at that time, looking back at the footprints, you will be proud, because it marks your growth.
Do you believe that disabled people can also create their own glory? It may be hard for many people to believe that sometimes the real strong are flawed people. Zhang Haidi, although paralyzed from childhood, has made greater achievements than ordinary people; Although Hawking has degenerated to only two fingers, he has made great achievements. What made them successful? It is the same courage as Amundsen and Koster players-the courage to take steps.
My friend, you may be walking on the bumpy road of life, but you must never give in to fate and crawl at the foot of setbacks, because you have the most precious courage, which gives you the strength to fall, get up, encounter obstacles and reach the end of your dreams step by step.
The song sings well: "The sunshine is always after the storm, please believe that there is a rainbow, cherish all the touches, and every hope is in your hands ..." Leave the footprints of youth, leave the footprints of courage, and after the baptism of wind and rain, you will win the banner of victory!
Footprints may be an exception. I don't want to grow up. I have always lived in the love of my parents and teachers, and I have always been carefree and happy. Well done! But gradually, I found that growth is an inevitable process, not something you can decide.
Perhaps influenced by my father who loves playing chess, I was always distracted by the fight between squares when I was a child. My father is good at playing chess, but he never lets me play, so I fail again and again, and every time my mother hugs me with red eyes and says to my father, "Let her play, the child is still young." My father will put his big hand on my shoulder and say to me, "Son, nothing will make sense until you work hard." Before you succeed, you must accept failure! "Young I still can't fully understand my father's earnest words, but I can feel my father's heavy hand on my shoulder. Oh, growing up taught me to accept failure.
My mother always looks at me and sighs and says, "Hey, when will you grow up?" When I walked into the house wearing a group emblem and held my head high, my mother still said, "I am still a child." It was not until this happened that my mother smiled at me. The school is far from home, so I have to learn to ride a bike. I said to my mother, "If people like me can learn to ride a bike, the earth will collapse!" " "Finally, in my Shake Song, an old lady with silver hair was knocked down by me. When I sent the old lady home with guilt, I realized that she was a lonely old man. I said, "I will come to see you often in the future." "I did, until now. Mother looked at me with relief. Oh, growing up taught me responsibility.
I finally learned to ride a bike (of course, the earth has not fallen). In spring, I go for an outing by bike. When I was speeding up in high spirits, a harsh puncture swept away my interest. When I found that the ground was covered with glass slag and there was a garage not far away, I couldn't help but raise an anonymous fire. "Fix the car!" I rushed into the garage angrily, and a weak young man sat in the mud. I didn't know he was disabled until I repaired the car. He pushed away my hand that handed me the money, but said, "Be careful, some bottles were dropped in that car just now, and there may be glass slag along the way!" " "Oh, since the childhood taught me to trust others.
Last summer vacation, I was lucky enough to go to Qinhuangdao. On the soft beach, I rolled up my trouser legs and walked barefoot for a long time. Looking back, I suddenly found the footprints behind me, horizontal, vertical, oblique, straight, deep and shallow. ...
I am a child of 17 years old and have a beautiful youth. I walked on the road of growth for 17 years, leaving a footprint of 17 years.
Looking back, some of the footprints of seventeen years have been blurred, and some are still clearly visible.
Grandpa once said to me: Be a man, one step at a time, be solid. I didn't understand this sentence before, but I thought my grandfather told me to step on the ground and leave footprints when walking. Looking back on yourself now seems really naive.
Seventeen years of life, I walked on this road with heavy steps for seventeen spring and autumn. On this bumpy road, I know there are 17 years of blood and sweat in my footprints! Today, I stand at the long intersection that 17 years has passed, and I can see footprints from far and near, from small to large! Step by step, there are big steps that I try to cross and heavy steps that I can't drag. On the road of these seventeen years, I once smiled because I crossed a gap; I met a little obstacle and sighed; I was knocked down by a stone and cried; I also rush because of the smoothness of the road; I feel helpless even when I have lost my way. But anyway, on this road, I walked past and left my unique footprint! In the footprints, I can see my seventeen years of prosperity, plain and simple. I can tell myself now: you have been walking for seventeen years, as evidenced by your footprints!
The road of life is full of obstacles. You have to cross it and go to Wan Li Plain. You have to work hard and struggle! When I first learned to walk, my father always helped me or carried me over when he saw obstacles ahead. But when I grow up, my father will stop pulling me, let alone carrying me. He will only say to me, "get up, the road ahead is smooth!" " "I thought that if my father didn't help me, he just didn't love me. But now that I have grown up, I can understand that the road of life is far away and there is no end in sight. Although my father can give me a hand, he can't always pull me to the end. It's still a long way to leave his footprints with his own feet. Although heavy and stumbling, when I look back at each other, I will feel that my life has not been wasted!
My future is not a dream, I will walk there step by step! I have lived for seventeen years, and I have gone for seventeen years. I have cried, laughed, hurt and regretted, but I still want to find the future! The road of life can only keep moving forward, not backward. I also firmly believe that when I finally look back, there will be a smile on my face. Because I have solid footprints!