The work "Walking Down the Street"
I landed at this end of the street, unfolded a craft umbrella and stared at the Wu Peng leaves fluttering in the drizzle. In front of me, I saw a faint ink painting that outlined the outline of this end of the street.
Old streets are leisurely. Although the morning market is a little noisy, it is much better than the whistle of the city. Facing the drizzle, the old street did not seem to wake up. Isn't the boat on the dock the little shoes she took off last night?
Walking slowly, the old man who got up early brought his grandchildren to have morning tea. Morning tea, or breakfast, is a tradition here. Specifically, they don't know how to tell foreigners what they eat, but this doesn't hinder the interest of the old people. They play chess, talk about opera or care about state affairs. Children's mouths are stuffed with steamed buns, and steamed buns happily greet grandparents' kind smiles.
Rain drops underground, hits the umbrella surface, and splashes out small flowers, each of which reflects the smiling faces of the residents in the old street. There are many shops on both sides of the old street. Although they are full of the fast-paced atmosphere outside, they are also infected by the inertia of the old street. Early in the morning, all the shops that have nothing to do are open, and several proprietresses get together to eat melon seeds and chat about their family. Although outsiders seem impolite, people in the old street are frank and straightforward. If there is no debt, people say you care about you!
Eyes through the umbrella vaguely see a bunch of green, is the old street locust tree! I couldn't help but speed up my steps, and the rain on the ground splashed backwards, as if it were behind me. Ah! I smell the smell of Sophora japonica, which is the unique freshness of plants and filters your lungs clean. Stroking the trunk, I put down my umbrella and let the rain that escaped from the shade of leaves fall on my sleeve and neck, because it can make me better.
Feeling its trunk, I tried my best to stretch my hands farther up, and looked up and saw the sky, which was the sky of the old street, the sky of the locust tree and the green sky.
I picked up my umbrella and followed the path paved with granite and the naughty steps of raindrops on the ground. I came to a family selling fish cakes and fish balls. Early in the morning, the whole family began to work. I saw the steaming water beating uneasily and hooked the greedy insects of passers-by The fish cakes and fish balls in the old street are no longer local products living in hutongs, but have become a brand and the pride of the old street people. The boss said, "Look at this camellia tree behind my house, is it one of the eight scenic spots? Every year is booming, and my business is booming every year! " Looking from the courtyard wall, the flowers of tea trees are in full bloom.
Walking out of the gravel path for a few steps is the end of the old street, next to the bustling footsteps of the new street, and there is a small pavilion at the end of the road. It is said that the Qing Dynasty poet once wrote a poem here, praising the scene of peace and tranquility in the old street and the fisherman returning to Hong Kong. But now the scene has changed, but the pier remains the same, and the old street remains the same. I still remember when I first landed. I held up my umbrella, strolled slowly to the river, recruited a canopy and started smoking.
Comments: drizzle, green locust, awning, whispering, mashipu and ancient poetry constitute the unique quiet and leisurely artistic conception of the ancient town. Walking into this street, people in the material society feel happy and peaceful physically and mentally. When writing, point and surface should be combined with appropriate details.
2. "600 words of familiar (rural) street composition" was born almost seventeen years ago. Facing the unfamiliar and familiar street, the focal length of the eyes has long disappeared, leaving only memories. ...
I still remember that the streets used to be as gray as roads, and then slowly spread a layer of cement, spread different shapes of floors, spread different colors in one cycle, and combine patterns in three steps. At first, I stepped on the pattern, carefully, afraid of stepping on the line on the edge of the pattern, and gradually the excitement at first turned into boredom. Remember the old street lamp? One is bright, one is flashing, and the other is not bright. At night, it's not like daytime. I can enjoy the fun and * * brought by darkness with my friends when I go home after studying at night. Now, there are two "lights" and a street lamp in the street. Since then, there has been no laughter in the street. ...
Now I'm lying in bed, and when I'm about to fall asleep, the sound of a big truck horn comes from my ear, which wakes me up. I leaned back and cursed over and over again. A long time ago, I was lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, but I couldn't hear the horn like a lullaby, because there was no car passing by on the road ... In the afternoon, I sat in front of the computer in my study, thinking hard about how to write my composition quickly, looking at the computer screen and constantly deleting sentences, and I was extremely upset. The laughter of the children from downstairs interrupted my train of thought, and I was greatly annoyed. My hand is banging on the keyboard. At the same time, memories came to mind. When I was young, I stood on a small chair and watched my friends downstairs playing all the time. I cried and begged my parents to let me go out and play with them. With permission, the expression on my face quickly changed from cloudy to sunny, and I rushed downstairs excitedly, chasing on the unpaved road and dodging with the old street lamp ... Now I walk through the familiar and unfamiliar streets and cherish autumn like a child. Staring at the strange environment, I sighed, "people are different." Now running in the street, I can't find the feeling I used to feel, but it will also attract a crazy look and look up at the sky. The only thing that hasn't changed is the stars in the sky, but there are still so many, but I can't find the original memories in the street. ...
The streets have changed, the street lamps have changed, they have all changed, and they have all passed away. ...
The topic of the composition is the place I have been, the place I have been, the people I met, the story of meteors and flowers.
Whose eyes have years paid homage to, whose tears have been discarded at dusk, and whether your youthful cheeks will still remember what they looked like at that time. The bitter and sad smile is so vicissitudes that we all forget what we are for, but we still live in this world. If we can feel death once when we come into this world, we will understand how happy we are to be alive.
I have forgotten the tears of youth and the vicissitudes of life. Maybe one day I am forgetting, forgetting the sadness of the past. We were born in a prosperous world. Falling endless scars, the lack of words has long lost the desire, but in those young years, there is still such a shallow smile.
I don't remember when I will be sad, and I don't want to know who has seen me smile. You don't. I don't.
Nothing is more admirable than this touching. Autumn leaves, with patches of autumn injuries and scattered traces, are reluctant to leave Yunnan's auxiliary poles and sticks and let the temple lice cry, but they can't change her fate. If the years have not caught the fleeting time, how can we evoke this cold sadness?
There are always some hidden memories that will not come up, making people feel chilling again and again, buried in the depths of your heart and mine, but I have never shed tears, just because I have never been slapped. I buried the painful memory in the soil, and then the drizzle precipitated, and I could smell its helplessness.
I tried to go back and forget it, but I never forgot it. The existence does not exist, and the reality is unrealistic.
As a child, Meng Tong has become a cangue rope, unable to move forward. In every movie, the plot seems to go beyond the expression of the actor, but it is touching details that make his life.
The figure is gradually blurred, just like drifting snowflakes, dancing with youth and wasting thoughts. Can you hear me? There is another song cheering for me. Please remember to applaud and listen to me whispering in the wind.
Time flies, unconsciously, I have worn out my face, and the broken traces have pieced together a silent picture. Sometimes, I always feel that one day, someone who likes me will secretly fall in love with me, but I don't want to think again, "Because I am a prodigal son, I am happy with reality, but I don't admire it." Love seems to have always been an empty concept in my world, and I don't think only those who have loved can really understand love.
I know what a smile looks like and what it tastes like. Stroking the cold pen and ink, writing a voice with no smell but breath, who can't make public his emotions, who is brave in a strange room, who is afraid of rotting at night, and his breathing suddenly becomes barbaric. Love comes first. It's a pity to block these shoulders. Love comes first. It seems that there are a pair of wings to hide. It's already dark, and people don't understand this. Once you are not satisfied, love first, then grieve, and then count.
Soothes a lonely heart, maybe, at a certain moment, a certain scene ... The loneliness and loss in our hearts have become a permanent habit just because of loneliness and loss, and our mood has accompanied us slowly through time. Along the way, I was confused and lost my way. I am depressed and regretful, but I know that time has passed.
Only left traces of every step. Blood has dripped, sweat has dried, but tears have never flowed. With the pain in my heart, I never promised. Commitment is a terrible curse. I walked past that place, please remember that there were traces left by me, one by one.
Don't let him disappear at midnight. I'm afraid that one day I won't remember if I'm still there. I wish I could. The sky has not lost your pale face, there will be an ending for them, remember you and me, all the voices in the world.
No, don't forget. Forgetting has always been a very painful thing. If you have lost everything, it is really unrealistic. What is pain, what is happiness, it took years to remember. When I was a teenager, I was crazy about the words "take me away".
Now, I will never let anyone take me away at will. I have learned to go by myself.
Walk with each other in wind and rain, swear to death, dream back to the love of Datang, laugh at Qin, Han and autumn. Traveling alone, looking at the distance, you know holding hands with each other; If my life is muddled, I will shed some blood on this occasion.
Time flies, please remember that I have passed.
4. Remember to use "walking" to give me satisfaction
How many new lives are born today? How many lives have left this world today? Today, how many people are laughing and how many people are worried about misfortune?
Through today, through the flowers on the other side. I have gone through the most unique childhood in my life, and I have gone through more than two thousand days and nights. More than two thousand dollars passed today. Today, I can only stand on the shore belonging to teenagers and look back on my childhood that I can never go back.
Today, yes, I stepped into the door of junior high school. In this short 24 hours, I have made a leap in the past six years. In today's dream, I can still remember vividly-interesting things as a child, naughty and lovely things as a child, happy or happy things as a child. How I wish today would stop from now on. I don't want to grow up, I miss my childhood.
Today, I have been in junior high school for one month. Looking back on the past stories, I seem to have really become a teenager. For the first time, I feel how wonderful it is to walk through today.
Today, I have grown up; After today, I gradually understand; After today, I slowly learned to cherish today and look forward to tomorrow. In more than four thousand days, I changed from a newborn baby to a young boy. I can't say that my days are meaningful, but I have passed every day. In retrospect, I feel that I am growing up happily. After the criticism of kindergarten teachers, the company of young digital babies, the middle and senior students who love reading, and the two Olympic Games, they witnessed the changes in their hometown. Yes, I do. Everything in my life can testify.
When I still miss the hosting of the 2008 Olympic Games, the 60th anniversary celebration has excited people all over the country. While I still miss my good friends in primary school, new friendships have been established. Everything is passing by.
I'm looking for the footprints they walked, the countless footprints they walked today. However, aren't countless today the past and become tomorrow? Life is like a tree. Childhood is the first time to grow leaves. Those Ye Er are today's. There are no lovely leaves after today. It is treasured in my heart and will start tomorrow. Go through today to welcome tomorrow!
For a better tomorrow, we must spend today.
There is no need to be sentimental about childhood, because childhood has lived in my heart, and yesterday was collected in beautiful memories, so we should cherish today. Today's youth, today's youth, like the morning sun through the shadows of trees, like the foam facing the sun, is within reach and can only be enjoyed once. Use today's efforts to enjoy the value brought by today, so that you won't regret tomorrow, and then you can walk through another beautiful today without worry.
Walking through today is not living in memories; Through today, it is a step closer to the ideal; Go through today to cherish life; Walking through today and yesterday is a perfect ending, and tomorrow is a question mark and an exclamation point; Walking through today means walking into a better tomorrow; Through today, you are looking for your own beautiful years!
5. How delicate and petite a familiar street bird is! I only saw crows and sparrows in Beijing.
Sometimes I see woodpeckers. However, here, the snow has not melted yet, and birds are flying in droves.
The first one is the bluebird. Westerners regard the bluebird as the symbol of the happiest, which I think is the most appropriate.
The news of spring was reported diplomatically because of the singing of robins. Robins stand in the snow and grass with their chests red, which is extremely vivid.
Hummingbirds are even smaller and very slim. When it flies over the flower tip, it is smaller than the flower. Sometimes I look up and catch a glimpse in the mountain pavilion, but I just hold my breath and stand still, even afraid to move my eyes. I seem to be afraid that this fragile little fairy will be scared away.
In addition, there are many birds with bright feathers, which I have to doubt, because I can't find their China names. Get up early before sunrise, and the mountains are full of light and beautiful songs.
In the hazy breeze, listening with a pillow makes people calm. Spring is a world of birds, and I thoroughly realized these two sentences: "Birds sing in spring" and "I wake up easily in this spring morning, and birds are singing everywhere"! We like birds best in our life.
Among the roses and lilacs, there are nests of Qingdao and robin, which are built so low that you can touch them with one hand. I often visit the families of these birds, but I never do anything to ruin their family happiness, such as stealing eggs and catching chickens.
I thought I was only leaving home temporarily, and my parents were already so concerned. If I am caught in a cage and never come back, won't my parents be heartbroken? I love myself, I love chicks, I love my parents, I love chicks' parents! What an interesting thing it is. Look at the broken-shell bird. Its yellow mouth and sparse feathers make it look ugly.
They are also extremely gluttonous and chirp in their nests all day! I'm so tired that I'm flying around. As they grew up, their mother led them to the ground.
Their feathers are fluffy, their calves are staggering, and they look fatter than their mothers. They are stupid and jump around with their mother.
Mother pecked a bug by accident, so they rushed to eat it. Getting up early, my mother taught them to sing. My mother's voice was euphemistic, but their voice was stupid.
These days, they can fly completely, sing and know that they are foraging, so they are no longer tired of their mothers. When I went to see them the day before yesterday, these chicks were no longer in their nests. They built a new nest.
On the branches not far from their parents' nests, they often visit their parents. Worms are cute, too.
Pink-purple butterflies, snails with round shells on their backs, buzzing bees, even frogs singing in the water every night and fireflies flashing among flowers are extremely gentle and childish. If you love it, it loves you.
Because they love children too much. Adults are too busy to play with them. 54438+0； Where does the text express the feelings that "I" and the bird want to be dear most? Write it down.
- - 、2; The article reveals the author's careful observation everywhere, please summarize according to the following tips. I saw it:-. I heard it. -"I" thought of it.
It has been almost seventeen years since 6.600 words were born in the familiar (rural) street composition. In the face of unfamiliar and familiar streets, the focal length of the eyes has long since disappeared, leaving only memories ... I still remember that the streets were as gray as roads before, and then slowly paved with a layer of cement, floors of different shapes, and different colors, three steps and a combination pattern.
At first, I stepped on the pattern, carefully, afraid of stepping on the line on the edge of the pattern, and gradually the excitement at first turned into boredom. Remember the old street lamp? One is bright, one is flashing, and the other is not bright. Night is not like the day now. I can enjoy the fun and * * brought by darkness with my friends when I go home after studying at night. Now there is a street lamp and two "lights" in the street, and there is no more laughter in the street ... Now I am lying in bed, and when I am about to fall asleep, the horn of a big truck comes from my ear, which wakes me up and makes me lean back.
A long time ago, I was lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, but I couldn't hear the horn like a lullaby, because there was no car passing by on the road ... In the afternoon, I sat in front of the computer in my study, thinking hard about how to write my composition quickly, looking at the computer screen and constantly deleting sentences, and I was extremely upset. The sound of children's laughter from downstairs interrupted my train of thought, and I was greatly annoyed. My hand is banging on the keyboard. At the same time, memories came to mind. When I was young, I stood on a small chair and watched my friends downstairs playing all the time. I cried my face red and begged my parents to let me go out and play with them. With permission, the expression on my face quickly changed from cloudy to sunny, and I rushed downstairs excitedly, chasing on the unpaved road and dodging with the old street lamp ... Now I walk through the familiar and unfamiliar streets and cherish autumn like a child. Staring at the strange environment, I sighed, "people are different." Now running in the street, I can't find the feeling I used to feel, but it will also attract a crazy look and look up at the sky. The only thing that hasn't changed is the stars in the sky, but there are still so many, but I can't find the original memory in the street ... The street has changed, the street lamps have changed, they have all changed, they have all changed.
7. How can I write the composition "Busy Street"? On weekends, the streets will be very busy.
On Sunday, my mother and I went out for a walk.
On the road, cars, motorcycles, bicycles and tricycles come and go. The car drove slowly, the horn kept ringing, and the voice of talking with people made up a moving song. Colorful flags fluttered on both sides of the road, making a bang sound, as if welcoming people.
My mother and I came to the pedestrian street again and saw many stalls: some selling clothes, some selling snacks and some selling small commodities. The shopkeeper selling clothes shouted with a trumpet, "Come and buy a new sweater, one for 25 yuan. Don't miss passing by. " A group of people gathered around immediately. Before I came to the food stall, I saw a lot of "greedy cats". The shopkeeper is beaming and busy, and smoke comes out from time to time in the pot. I quickly said to my mother, "mom, mom, will you buy me mutton kebabs?" Mom can't do anything about me, so she has to buy it for me.
Eating delicious kebabs, my mother and I walked to the store. There are many cars in front of the shop, about hundreds! In the store, customers gather together and people choose their favorite goods in front of the shelves. There is a long line in front of the cashier, and the cashier aunt is so busy that she really wants to have three heads and six arms.
At night, the whole city becomes an ocean of lights. The neon lights in Citizen Square bloom in the night sky like colorful fireworks. Especially the fountains on the green square, some are crystal clear, like pearls scattered all over the floor; Some white waves rolled like silver flowers in full bloom. There are many people dancing by the fountain. It's really lively!
In today's reform and development, the whole city is becoming more and more prosperous!