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旅途话题作文篇一
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旅途话题作文篇二
记得在“五一”小长假去乌镇的时候，在这个有朴素民风与传统建筑又因游客众多而变得“繁华”的小镇的一条小道上，我看到了一位卖黄瓜的老太太。
在这熙熙攘攘的人群中，她显得很不起眼，还有她的黄瓜，也比周围逊色许多——没有周围那样大而精致的店铺，也没有多好的器皿装着黄瓜，只是一个人，蹲在巷子口，拎着个篮子，默默地为其中的黄瓜用水滋润着。她头发散乱，皮肤如炭般黝黑，双眼流露出无助与无奈。
我不能不动恻隐之心，便上前询问黄瓜的价格。老人一听，眼里便流露出按捺不住的喜悦，好像看到了希望，告诉了我价格。我买了一根。她热心地为我削去黄瓜的皮，我看到了她那沧桑的脸上与手上，都是岁月的沟壑。她对我说了许多，可我几乎都听不懂，只听清了“谢谢”两个字。
我“品尝”着这根黄瓜，味道并不是很好，甚至有些涩口，但我不能表露出来，只能装成很享受的样子。吃完，我向她笑了笑，便走开了。
在离开乌镇之前，我似乎又想起了什么，回到原处，原来那位老人的对面又多了一位卖黄瓜的老人。我便在原处买了一根，又转身，在对面那位老人篮里，挑了一根，这时，我又听到那熟悉的一声“谢谢”。
我的心灵又得到了一次震撼。
在归途中，我一直问自己，我为她们做了什么，值得她们来感谢我？只单单为了那几根黄瓜？我思考着。这次经历，似乎在我的人生路途中，记下了一个珍贵的标记。
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旅途话题作文篇四
又是一个春天。
去年的春天，淡淡的阳光摩挲大地。
我总是在下课的间隙悄悄看向窗外。绿色的玻璃窗外是几棵高大的树。临近毕业时更是发了疯似的看，看那昨日还只有几片嫩叶而今天绿满枝头的挺拔的树。我望着那些一夜生长起来的绿叶在春日和煦的风中伴着“飒飒”地浅唱欢快地跳舞。我只是怔怔地看，看那些绿意盎然的舞者。而时间就这样流走了。我要离开了，我说，不会回来。
我转过身，走向了另一扇门。
傍晚的风轻柔地掠过我身边。我看着天边的红晕随着夕阳西沉抹开一大片，而另一边是蓝灰色的阴郁的天空。走到熟悉的岔路口，我没有转过另一条路，径直走了下去。这是我的路。
教学楼里灯火通明，却安静得像是乱葬岗。周遭的人们或是奋笔疾书，或是凝神思考，做着一切与我无关的事。我倏而感到不知所措。
等到清脆的铃响，人声顿时鼎沸。喧闹的气氛让我不适，我慌乱地收拾了书包，逃离这个让我不安的地方。走到空旷的操场，我不禁加快了脚步。
初春的夜晚的风依旧寒冷，固执地在寂寥的巷子徘徊。我独自一人走在幽长、昏暗的巷子，时不时有和我一样的'学生从我身旁走过。而我们却又不一样，肩负着不同的明天。我不禁感到悲凉。我抬起头，看到头顶的天空没有往日明亮的月光，只零零星星地撒了几颗平时难以发现的闪亮的星。我突然感到我的理想就像这些星星一样，只有在更黑暗更宽广的地方才能变得耀眼起来。而我带着这些渺小的理想，只有走过更加漫长的旅途，才能使理想变得伟大起来。
人生是一个旅途，一个遥远的无尽的迷茫的旅途。朴树的歌突兀地在我的脑海响起：我们路过高山／我们路过湖泊／我们路过森林／路过沙漠／路过人们的城堡和花园／我们路过幸福／我们路过痛苦／路过一个女人的温暖和眼泪／路过生命中漫无止境的寒冷和孤独。我知道我要路过迷漫的雾蔼和肆虐的风沙，去触摸我那坚实的理想。并在跋山涉水中，学会沉默。我知道还有和我一样寂寞的同道人，散落在四面八方，思考着同样的人生，然后学会坚持，并享受因此带来的孤独。
我不知道我是否会在背起行囊走过川流不息的人群后变得冷漠，但这并不是无情。唯一确定的是，头顶上会有蔚蓝的天空和飘渺的流云，巷自的尽头会有光明，黑暗的尽头会有曙光。
我只是觉得，一旦身在旅途我就不会停止，也没有什么能让我停下。
最后，我想用一本关于旅行的书《如花美誊》里我非常喜欢的一段话为此文作结：
我想我的旅途就像是我的生命，它开始了就没有可能再停下来。我必须也只能一直不停地走下去。直到有一天我老了，真的老了，或许可以在一个地方安静地栖息下来，且听风吟。
