Time has passed through thousands of years, and the ancient country is full of new vitality. Once again, there will be no tears, but glory ... Here are some 6 words describing the departure, hoping to help you.

6 words to describe the starting composition 1

One day, under the blue space, I was running hard on a red runway. When I first stepped on the white line, a dream seed took root in my heart. I was elected to the school track and field team. At that time, I was in grade five. From that day on, I set out with my dream of becoming an athlete and my heart as hot as the sun ...

In the summer of Wuhan, the sun was blazing, and the sinister sunshine burned my still immature skin all the time. The training of the track and field team is carried out in Japan and China every day. Sweat always soaks my track and field suit, and sweat always slides across my cheeks and drops on the cracked runway. I always smile every time I see it. My main event is long-distance running-8-meter running. Running in the hot sun is really a very difficult thing. Every time there are two or three hundred meters left, I already feel overwhelmed and want to slow down the sprint. However, every time, a mysterious force always pushes me to the finish line, and sends a powerful signal in my brain-I must never give up and give myself a chance to step back, otherwise I will only lose my willpower in the competition! So, I finally rushed to the end.

I see, this is because I have a dream in my heart. With this dream, I have set out, and I began to set sail on my life. Although I feel dizzy every time I finish the race, I feel a sense of accomplishment when I watch my grades improve step by step. I feel that I have taken a big step forward since I set off. This may be the charm of dreams!

I clenched my fist and told myself that now that I have set out, I should stop thinking about going back to the starting point and turning back. All I need to do is-move on.

So day after day, I practiced for three or nine days in winter and three days in summer, and I never gave up from the day I set out. My skin has been tanned to wheat color, my legs have become strong and my will has become strong. All this is because I took my dream with me on the day I set out. My dream kept me going, made me feel happy and kept me moving forward.

A year has passed, and I have become the "queen" of the track and field team. At last, the opportunity for me to show my grace has come one after another-the Jiang 'an District Sports Meeting will be held. Sweat shed on weekdays moistens the earth and my life.

It was another hot day, and I confidently stepped into the sports ground. The first shot went off, and I began to run against the autumn wind on the runway. Suddenly, something unexpected happened in the sky, and I accidentally fell on the runway without using force on my right leg. I didn't expect this at all. My brain was blank and my whole body was numb, but I still insisted on getting up and running the whole course and limped out of the stadium silently.

When I returned to the rest area, I felt an inexplicable sadness and grievance. Looking at a big red wound on my leg, my eyes were blurred and my tears flowed down disappointedly. Until my best friend found me sitting in the corner.

after falling, the next game has nothing to do with me. I went home quietly to rest alone. The wound healed slowly because it was too deep. Two months later, the wound was basically healed. But it left a big dazzling scar. I can't continue training anymore. My dream of track and field, my road to sports, came to an end after a year's departure ... My dream of becoming a "female Liu Xiang" also went up in smoke.

On the summer vacation after I graduated from primary school, I watched the news at home alone. Suddenly, a military news caught my eye. Seeing the heroic posture of the soldiers on TV, my heart suddenly became excited. Watching them train hard, I recalled the old me who trained hard in the track and field team.

The seed of a new dream has fallen in my heart-to become a glorious soldier. So, I set off again with this new dream! I will fight and work hard as before. I seem to be driving a dream sailboat, and when I set out, I raised my sails. My dream is a fierce wind, pushing me forward bravely.

I will start again with my dream, and move forward again ...

6 words describing the starting composition 2

I am an autistic person, and I am not good at words and communication. But I still want to write down what I have hidden in my stomach.

Many people think that autism is a disease that is unlikely to be cured. Most of them think that autistic people are freaks or dumb. I feel very sad about this. No one understands that we, the stars on the earth, are just a silent loneliness even if we wave our hands.

But a long time ago, I was a "pistachio" in people's eyes. Happy study, happy life, no burden. But one day, there was a school violence in the alley where I had to go home. I didn't hesitate to run back to school and tell the teacher.

things have calmed down, but I have been remembered by a bunch of gangsters. On the way back one day, they grabbed my collar and said, "What? Good students! Aren't you nosy? Smelly boy told you to be so idle ... "Someone lit a cigarette butt with Mars on my chest, and the burning touch broke my nerves; Someone scolded and spat at my dark face; Someone threw me to the rough ground and stepped on my head, hoping to kill me again and again. I can't hear their shouts clearly, and I don't know if there are timid passers-by hiding in the corner. I just remember clearly that the bell at six o'clock in the evening rings and echoes; And my heart is trembling, constantly, until it dries up. The already cold body was trampled again and again at that moment, from the ground to the wall, and so on. Add a little bit of fun to their ignorant and bad things ...

Since then, I have recovered my original innocence and kindness. It is better to be a bad guy and a cold bad guy than to be a good guy and be bullied; Don't be a murderer in action, but a spiritual bystander.

I became indifferent and no longer cared about others. I refuse to communicate physically and verbally. I despise words like touching. They are like awakening agents. Past wounds are torn a little, giving people the most uncomfortable torture. On the sea with a long and indefinite future, I stopped sailing, just stayed in the sea not far away, just stayed, leaving an empty body.

I was going to perform a short play at the school party, but I quit silently. Boys and girls will discuss behind the scenes: "Hey, how did he become like this? Isn't it sunny before? " Relatives will say to the children at home, "that's an alternative!" Nothing! Can't learn! " Familiar neighbors' uncles and aunts always sigh: "In the past, that was a child with excellent academic performance, who was good and sensible ..."

Others can make things ugly, and I can totally ignore them. I didn't even realize that this so-called loner is actually what others call "autism". So, when I was in class at school, I slept on the last single table; On the street, when I see some students throwing money into the beggar's broken bowl, I will only silently say "mind your own business" in my heart; Someone accidentally dropped something, so I pretended not to see it ... I don't take part in any group activities, which is really different from the past. Everyone thinks that I should be able to develop smoothly and have a bright future that everyone envies, but the ending is often so unexpected. In their eyes, the ship that has been bravely moving forward has stalled in the ardent expectations of everyone.

I am in a daze, and I have no return date and purpose. But one day, the photo album that had been dusty for many years was cluttered on the desk by the hourly worker. The man just wanted to pick it up and throw it away, but he happened to see himself in his childhood. That kid without a front tooth is laughing happily. Isn't that yourself? But is that really me? Continue to turn back, one after another, playing with sand at the seaside, doodling and playing with water guns with friends ... all filled with happiness and joy.

He held his head in pain, wondering why he had to bear so much pressure for his kindness. He was once a kind-hearted and enthusiastic teenager! He doesn't know why some people have so much hatred for others, even if they are just passers-by, but they have ruined a lot of green time. The man touched his head gently and said again and again, "You're right, you're doing well, you're doing nothing wrong, you're fine."

yes, that person is myself.

I redeemed myself, and I cured the scarred "innocent man" in a short time.

only when you look back on the dark past can you truly realize your ignorance. I don't know what I have missed all these years.

slowly recall the unknown story hidden in my heart. I used to think it was torture; Now I want to let go. I helped the classmate who was besieged, but I became the next one to be beaten, and no one wanted to help me. But even if no one understands me, I shouldn't fall from here! There should be no such bad atmosphere in this society, and the most appropriate way is to continue to bravely expose such behaviors to schools, arouse enough social concern and attention, and put the devil in hell instead of wandering around the world.

There is nothing wrong with my kindness, and I finally woke up. People are eager for happiness, and they are eager to be happy, so I should bring happiness to them, not just close myself up. What was I like in the past, then I should be better and more optimistic in the future, and get rid of the bad emotions of thinking.

The world is not all evil, and don't question the goodness of others. In the long night, the distant lighthouse is calling me.

I calmly found the steering wheel and set off for the other side of my heart ...

6 words describing the starting composition 3

Set off with a dream.

-Inscription

There is only one way to go in life, and the end of that road is poetry and distant scenery. However, after all, it is the way to pursue dreams, which is full of dangers and difficulties.

so, I hesitated at the intersection. Go? Still not leaving? Let's go, but I'm afraid others will laugh at me. If I don't leave, I feel that I lack an ideal lamp for the rest of my life.

I said, I want to be a poet and live in seclusion in the countryside. Now, this dream is not realistic, but it is what I pursue after all. "oh, how can I gravely bow and scrape to men of high rank and men of high office, who never will suffer being shown an honest-hearted face." I don't want to be tied down by the world, so I must embark on a journey.

I found that this road is really not as beautiful as I expected. I love writing, but I am not appreciated. But I never gave up! Now that we have set out, we must never turn back.

"who's afraid? A misty rain is a lifetime. "

I made unremitting efforts, and I saw hope. Once the difficulties and setbacks, into the stars, lit up my way forward.

Although I am a little far from my dream, I set off after all. I think it is a kind of courage, a kind of courage to dare to compete with life.

"Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not sing and walk slowly?" Don't be afraid of setbacks. What's wrong with starting with your dreams bravely?

Looking back, I thank that trip for setting me on a journey to find my goal in life.

since I chose the distant place, I only care about the hardships. As long as you start, you won't leave any regrets in your life.

Describe the starting composition in 6 words. 4

"Give out the test paper!" This sentence makes our whole class boil. The students asked each other about their scores. Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from nowhere.

I'm waiting for my own test paper, too. I'm thinking about some impossible possibilities: what if I get into the eighties? Alas, don't think about it, the past review has been in vain, and my parents will "bang, bang, bang" when I go home.

I saw a classmate coming towards me, and I began to tremble with excitement. When she came up to me, I asked uneasily, "How did I do in the exam? Is it bad? " She smiled mysteriously. "Take a look for yourself!" I took the test paper, put it on the table, then slowly closed my eyes and silently read long summer: "Please, let me do better this time!" " Then I slowly opened my eyes. I was stunned first. Do you know what I saw? One one, followed by two zeros! I can't believe I got a hundred points in the exam.

A smile appeared on my face. I looked at the test paper and looked at it. It seemed that I had returned to the last mid-term exam. I received a test paper with an 86. I can't describe my sadness at that time. Looking at the crimson forks, I looked at them as if I were facing laughing faces and angry faces. Those forks, like crimson scars, make people feel terrible. Suddenly, one of my girlfriends came over and comforted me: "Shibei, don't be sad. We will try again next time. I know you are very sad now. Maybe a smile can make you happier." I listened, thinking about the beautiful place, and unconsciously, a smile appeared on my face.

Nowadays, smiling has become my code for overcoming difficulties. It is because of smiling that I have achieved today's success. Let me say goodbye to bad mood and failure. This makes me more and more convinced: "girls who love to laugh are not bad luck!"

6 words to describe the starting composition 5

I looked helplessly at the heavy rain, and my classmates went home one after another, some of them were picked up by their parents, and some of them came home with umbrellas. Soon, I will be the only one at the school gate. I know, mom and dad are not available today and won't pick me up. Unfortunately, however, I forgot to bring my umbrella.

what should I do? Stay here? Waiting for my parents to take some time out of their busy schedules to pick me up? Such hope seems very slim. Run back? In fact, home is not far away, but the pouring rain in front of me made me afraid and hesitated many times, so I chose the former.

it turns out that my choice is wrong. There was no one on the road. As it was winter, it got dark very early and the dim street lamp lit up. I hesitated, hesitating whether I should set off for home.

the rain is less, which gives me the courage to start. Then let's go! I rushed out directly, leaving myself no room to think and retreat, flying into the rainy night and flying in the direction of home. Cold raindrops hit me, biting cold and chilling cold. I didn't care so much. I only knew running, running, and mud splashed on my face and body. I seem to have forgotten the cold, and the cold rain has numb me. My legs are out of control and I only know how to step alternately, but my goal is only one: to go home.

finally, it's almost home! Home is just around the corner, only about three or four hundred years away. Suddenly, at this moment, I stepped on a puddle and slipped. The whole person jumped into the puddle and got wet. My knee hit the ground, too, and it hurt. It may be a scratch. However, I didn't stop to check the injury, just got up from the ground and continued.