In daily study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and convey knowledge and information. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? Below are the street scene compositions I compiled for you (selected 8 articles). You are welcome to read them. I hope you will like them. Street Scene Composition 1
On Monday, God lost his temper, and strong winds blew and roared.
This morning, when I went out, a strong wind hit my face and I couldn't breathe. The lightness of my steps when I was carrying my schoolbag in the past was gone today. Because of the wind, I felt like I was climbing a mountain when I walked.
Because I was in a hurry to catch the bus, I ran straight to the station. Before I arrived at the station, I was dumbfounded. There were several times more people waiting for the bus today than usual. It was probably because of the strong wind. The reason! , I used to take the bus or walk, but now I take the bus instead. I waited anxiously in front of the station for the arrival of the bus. At this time, I saw a middle-aged woman carrying a basket with an aluminum pot inside. A gust of wind blew and lifted the pot lid out of the basket and dropped it to the ground. The pot lid kept spinning on the ground like a wheel. Get out, the woman was chasing after her, and she kept saying: "Why is it so windy? Are you kidding me..."
Then there was a conversation: " What kind of weather is this? The wind is so strong. I just went to the barber shop yesterday, and the wind blew away my 30 yuan." Another person quickly said: "I'm smarter than you. I heard the weather forecast said it was very windy. "Yes, so I went to the barber shop tonight instead." "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" "Forget it, I'll invite you to go with me tonight." As I said this, I turned around and saw two ladies in professional attire. Both eyes were narrowed to a slit, fearing that the gray sand would blow into his eyes to reduce unnecessary trouble.
I glanced at the street. Paper and plastic bags were flying everywhere, spinning from time to time. The trees and flowers shook their heads frequently, and the license plate was crumbling. This scene makes me a little scared. How long will such a strong wind last?
A bus came from a distance. I don’t know whether it was because of impatience or the strong wind, but it seemed that the bus was much slower than usual. Due to the large number of people, the car has not stopped yet. People are already rushing to get on the car, hoping to temporarily avoid the suffering of the strong wind. Of course, I am no exception... Street Scene Composition 2
Morning 7 At around 0:00, I carried my schoolbag and walked cheerfully on the way to school.
As soon as the sun appeared, the fog in the sky dispersed. The little bird was chirping to say hello to me. Sometimes it stood on the branch, sometimes flew to the ground, and sometimes flew to the eaves, like a lively elf.
Look! An aunt is bargaining with the vegetable seller! "This pumpkin is quite fresh. How much does it cost per pound?" "Three yuan." "Less, others only sell it for three yuan." "That won't work. Our melons are all grown by ourselves, and they don't contain this or that. Yes, pure green vegetables..."
Look! The children are chasing and playing in groups of three and five, each one more energetic than the other. Some were playing around, some were laughing nearby, and some were walking quickly to school.
Look! The aunt in the square is playing with the fan and stick in her hand, twisting her slightly fat and less flexible body to dance in the square! Full of energy!
Look! At the bus station, adults are anxiously waiting for the bus to arrive so that they can take the bus to work. Some people saw that the bus never came, so they simply trotted to work.
When we arrived at the school gate, we really had everything going on: some couldn’t stop stuffing things into their mouths, some were repeatedly selecting their favorite stationery in the store, and some had just arrived at the school gate. Everyone They were all anxious and busy doing their own things.
In the morning, in people's hearts, there are only the words "happy" and "live". Street Scene Composition 3
In the early morning of autumn, when I got up to prepare to go out for a run, I felt a slight cool breeze and saw that the ginkgo leaves on both sides of the road had turned yellow and they were playing "rustle, swish, swish". Playing the music of autumn.
Beside my community, there is a small, narrow, and inconspicuous road called Maple Leaf South Road. It is planted with golden and yellow ginkgo trees on both sides. At sunrise, the sun shines on my eyes, but it's not like the scorching sun in summer that shines on my cheeks and I have to block my eyes with my hands, but a gentle and emotional sun.
"Dong dong, dong dong" There was an indescribable sound, but it was very close to me, so I ran over to take a look! It turned out that there was a very old grandfather, holding a big bag of ginkgo nuts in his hand, and was kicking the poor ginkgo tree! I asked in confusion: "Grandpa, what are you doing? Why are you kicking the tree?" I asked. The old man turned his head, with a slight drop of sweat on his red cheeks, and shouted to me: "Look what this is?" The old man said to me, and it was only then that I saw the old man carrying a bag of Huang Yingying. It turned out that the old man was kicking the ginkgo tree to make the ginkgo fruit fall to the ground! I just woke up.
I ran around and came back. It turned out that the old man couldn’t fall off and climbed up the tree. Oh my god! The old man’s old arms and legs can still climb trees, and he is in really good health. Finally, after picking the ginkgo trees on this tree, the old man went to the next tree.
Autumn is so beautiful. When I returned home, the autumn wind had already opened the curtains that I forgot to close in the morning. Street scene composition 4
"You grabbed my things!" "Then you pushed me!" The childish quarrel attracted many pedestrians to stop and watch, and I couldn't help but stop.
Beside the bright goose-yellow escalator in the small park, two tightly wrapped little boys were shouting and pushing each other, with a Transformers toy thrown beside them. You say something to me, and I push you. The two young faces gradually turn red with anger, and there are tears in the round black eyes, which are on the verge of collapse.
After a while, one of the younger ones burst into tears first. The onlookers also dispersed because they felt bored. It was because they were fighting for toys that they were noisy. I couldn't help but laugh, laughing at their childishness. I raised my feet and wanted to leave.
At this moment, two figures hurriedly rushed from different directions and rushed towards the crying child beside the escalator. It turned out that the child's mother arrived after hearing the news. She quickly picked up her child and asked urgently, comforting her with gentle words. Seeing that he had someone to rely on, the sobbing child quickly wiped away his tears and complained with a cry.
After hearing the whole story, the older middle-aged woman glared at the mother and son opposite and kept talking: "Our child is young, what's wrong with him!" The child was still choking. The young mother was so embarrassed that she grabbed her child's hand and apologized profusely. She took the boy and left in a depressed mood. Even further away, she could still hear the middle-aged woman's scolding.
The next day, I passed by the same place again. The same two children were playing together side by side at the moment, and yesterday's grudge seemed not to have happened. They were joking and playing until the two mothers arrived belatedly. When the middle-aged woman saw the two people twisting together, she was shocked and quickly pulled them away. The child was extremely dissatisfied and shouted loudly: "Mom, what are you doing! I am playing with my good friend!" The young mother who arrived later was stunned when she heard this. Another little boy rushed to his mother and loudly said, "Mom, this is my new friend Kangkang!" Not to be outdone, the boy named Kangkang pulled on his mother's sleeve and pointed. Playmate introduces loudly.
The two mothers looked at each other and clearly read the shock in each other's eyes. The playmates who have just formed an alliance are not having enough fun yet. Although they are young, they imitate adults and clench their fists and worship them as brothers, which makes people laugh and cry. Even when they were saying goodbye, they reluctantly agreed again and again on the time to meet next time. The middle-aged woman was extremely embarrassed and said hesitantly: "I was sorry for yesterday." The young mother smiled tolerantly, and they shook hands and made peace with each other.
As the sun sets in the west, its warm afterglow spreads over the earth, spreading a warm orange light. It seems that bursts of laughter can still be heard among the two figures, one large and one small. Street Scene Composition 5
The day was cloudy and cold, with light rain mixed with light snow. When school was over in the afternoon, the rain became heavier, and the small snowflakes became thicker, rustling on the trees, crackling on the glass, and jumping on the ground. The weather is getting colder.
After school was over in time, as I walked out of the school gate, a biting cold wind hit my face, and it really felt like a knife slashing me. The road was full of cars and jammed together, making it difficult to even walk. Holding an umbrella with Big Duck, I turned left and right, and finally came to the roadside to wait for my husband's car to pick me up. We stood in front of someone's store waiting for the bus. The door was full of people and the road was crowded with cars. I called my husband and he was already nearby, at the intersection about ten meters away from me, but the car couldn't move because of the traffic jam. A gust of cold wind blew by, and everyone couldn't help but tighten their necks and watched the car crawl by like a snail. I prayed that even if this was the case, my husband's car would be able to crawl in front of me and I could return to a warm home as soon as possible, just not to stop. The heavier and heavier snow danced on the roof of the car like small hailstones. Slowly, slowly, a layer of white stuff accumulated on the roof of the car.
Suddenly, there was a commotion on the other side. There was a quarrel and a fight. It seemed that a man-powered tricycle pulling goods hit the butt of a Ma Liu. The owner of the Ma Liu waved his hand and punched the three-wheeler, and the three-wheeler ducked out of the way. Ma Liu came with another punch, and Sanlun, no longer polite, also punched Ma Liu on the back. Just like that, punches were thrown back and forth, and they got tangled together in the middle of the road. The car was afraid that it wouldn't be able to move anymore, so it came to a complete stop. It's over, it's over, don't even think about going home tonight. I blamed the owner of the Ma Liu car in my heart. There was nothing easy to fight. The car had some scratches. I just asked him to pay for it. Aren’t they all insured? It's okay to go to an insurance company, why embarrass yourself on the street. Suddenly, a woman got out of the car, who looked like Ma Liu's wife. She raised an umbrella and swung it at the three-wheeler. The three-wheeler was trying to deal with the man, but with quick eyes and quick hands, she grabbed the umbrella. , hitting the couple hard.
Obviously, Miwa is very powerful, and the couple is no match for him. At this time, while the two men were entangled, the woman suddenly stepped forward and reached out to grab Miwaun's face. Miwaun blocked it with her hand, and the woman staggered, squatted on her butt, and sat down. He fell into a puddle in the middle of the road and was covered in water. The man became even more violent when he saw his wife had fallen. The woman was quite clever. She got up quickly and stepped forward together with her husband. She stretched out her hand and hit the three-wheeler. The three-wheeler retreated and danced wildly with the umbrella. The umbrella kept falling on the couple. The people nearby kept shouting, "Stop fighting, stop fighting, we all want to go home." They were fighting vigorously, but no one would listen. While the two were entangled, the woman stepped forward and grabbed Miwa's face. Three finger marks immediately appeared on Miwa's face. He was so angry, Street Scene Composition 6
Tonight, my mother and I went for a walk on the pedestrian street. The whole way from our home to the pedestrian street was very lively. When we walked near the Jincheng Hotel, we heard a very strange sound, and then I saw an old mother singing with a microphone, and next to her an uncle was playing the electronic keyboard. I thought this was That old mother’s son! Next to the stereo, there is an old uncle sitting on a broken chair drinking water with his feet, because his hands are only very short, and both hands are like this, and the tea cup he uses is very old. A stainless steel cup with paint peeling off. When I saw this uncle, I couldn't help but tremble. How difficult is it to live like this! In addition, I also saw an uncle with crippled legs and a cane. He could do nothing but stand. I couldn't help but tremble again, but this time it wasn't my body that was shaking, but my mind. I think, I see all of this, these people, these movements, these sounds, I observe them all, watch them all, and listen to them all.
The old mother sang an old song, and while I was listening to it with great interest, the behavior of a young man caught my eye. He put his hand into his trouser pocket, took out his wallet, took out a few banknotes, walked generously to the donation box in front of his mother, and put the banknotes into the donation box. I quickly turned my attention to the old mother who was singing with the microphone, and saw that she was holding the microphone in her left hand, and saluted the young man with her right hand, and then continued singing. The young man walked away with a smile, his heart seemed to be filled with a sense of sanctity.
Through this young man’s actions, I had an idea in my mind. When I grow up and make money in the future, I will definitely use my actions to make money just like the young man did. In exchange for the most sincere eyes from others' hearts. Street Scene Composition 7
Around 7:00 in the morning, my parents hurried to the morning shift, and I also got up and started a day of summer vacation life.
Walking to the street, you listen to the rapid footsteps, the ringing of bicycle bells, and the sound of car horns... intertwined together. Some people were riding bicycles, while others were anxiously waiting for the bus to arrive... It was a tense scene.
The people riding bicycles on the road surged forward like a tide. It really felt like thousands of horses galloping. Some people pedaled the bicycles carefully, while others passed quickly through the gaps between the bicycles. Occasionally, "bang" "There was a sound, and the two cars collided. Normally, there might have been some small "frictions", but now, people smiled and nodded, or said politely: "I'm sorry!" Then they picked up the car and drove on quickly. Now, there is only one word "fast" in people's minds.
People waiting for the bus at the bus station looked at their watches from time to time, with anxious looks on their faces. As soon as the cars pulled up to the stop, they would swarm up, often filling the carriages to the point where people could hardly breathe. Those who squeezed into the car secretly rejoiced, while those who couldn't squeeze into the car sighed. People are afraid of wasting more time on the way.
Most of the people on the sidewalk were hurried forward like a walking race, and some were even trotting along.
How precious time is! Isn’t the scene on the street during the morning shift a good interpretation? Street Scene Composition 8
One inkstone, one stroke, and several feet of paper.
The autumn wind blows gently, and the remaining clouds roll in lightly.
Now is the free summer vacation, but I have to take some time out for a walk. My life is not very comfortable. It would be a great blessing to be allowed to go out for a walk. !
I was walking on the street, just like many other people. I was just an ordinary kid, and no one noticed me. I looked here and there, but there was nothing I thought was worth my time. I sighed deeply. This sigh attracted strange looks from many people. They must have thought that I had so many knots in my heart at such a young age!
I continued to walk in a boring way. Suddenly, my eyes lit up, oh, great, it was an old man writing calligraphy. With a wave of his hand, several bold and uninhibited words "The sky is vast and the clouds are high" appeared on the paper. I looked over in admiration and looked at it carefully. , while looking at it, he said: "It's so beautiful!" The old man looked at me and said with a smile: "Kid, how about helping Grandpa grind it?" I was afraid that the grinding was not fine enough, so I quickly said: "No, no." But the old man said: "Quickly. Ah, grind it more finely. I asked you to grind it because I was too busy." I couldn't refuse, so I had to grind it seriously.
I didn’t dare to grind for a long time, and the old man suddenly said: "Kid, how old are you?" I timidly replied: "Twelve." The old man nodded and said: "He is a big boy! Do you like calligraphy?" I nodded repeatedly. The old man added: "No wonder, there are so many people, except for those who buy finished products, few come to see me write." I boldly asked: "Grandpa, what style are you writing in?" "Haha, you kid. I also know the font! This is the identity. "I haven't heard of it," I said strangely. The old man paused his pen and said, "Of course you don't know. This is my own font, my own style!" I said "Oh". The old man looked at the inkstone, smiled softly and said, "Everyone's style is different. Which calligrapher do you like?" "Liu Gongquan" I answered without hesitation. The old man said meaningfully: "It would be great if you learn Liu Ti, but the style you write is not Liu Ti, but the original body. When everyone writes, their mood is different, their experiences are different, and their intensity is also different. How can it be the same? Everyone's body style is different, just like everyone is unique in the world, everyone has their own characteristics! Isn't it?" I nodded thoughtfully. Nodding, I thought: My body style is the most unique, it is the essence; I am unique, pure and natural, 100% original!
The old man said: "My child, go home quickly!"
p>So, I left...
I looked at the passers-by again. This time, I didn’t feel that I was the same as them. I said in my heart: "I am unique."
I quickened my pace. , but took steps more firmly!