Street knowledge
We often see many beggars on the street: some are old and frail; some are missing arms and legs... They are in ragged clothes and cannot work, so they should get people help. But on the street, sometimes there are some special "beggars". , you can also contribute
One day, my mother and I went to Hualian Department Store. When we arrived at the train station, we saw a girl who looked like a middle school student begging on the roadside. There was a piece of paper in front of her that said I said: "I need two dollars to go home, please show mercy!" I looked at the pedestrians coming and going, and my heart trembled: No pedestrian passing by gave this girl money! My mother pulled me and said: "This girl must be a liar, look!" I looked at the girl carefully and immediately changed my previous view: this girl has a pretty face and clean clothes. And since you are not disabled, why not work to earn money? She looks to be over eighteen or nineteen years old, an adult! She can definitely work and earn money. She is just lazy! I suddenly remembered a piece of news I saw on TV a few days ago: some middle school students were begging on Zhongshan Road. They had sound hands and feet, but they were unwilling to work. They said they were going to find their classmates, but when the reporter wanted to call them, They refused. This shows that they are lying. At this time, my mother asked me to look back, and my heart trembled again when I saw it: There were two middle school students giving money to that girl! Didn't they realize that the girl was an able-bodied person who could work? Didn't they realize this girl was a liar? well!
I think: Everyone should have their own dignity, they should earn their own dignity with their own hands, and they should not beg from passers-by on the streets without dignity. I remembered the text we learned in our Chinese textbook last semester: In "For His Dignity", the hostess helps the one-armed beggar regain his dignity. The beggar in the article is missing an arm! But beggars in real life have healthy hands! ! Even a one-armed beggar can regain his dignity, why can't a beggar with sound hands? Dignity is something that everyone needs. We cannot give up our dignity in favor of immediate interests. An 800-word essay on street scenery
"Selling tofu! Stinky tofu!", "Tanghulu, delicious candied haws!" The stall owners seemed to be competing, with bursts of cries rising and falling, one louder than the other.
My mother and I came to the snack street at the north gate of the mall, ready to celebrate Christmas and give our stomachs some happiness.
Yeah! We were shocked. How could this be a "snack world" or a "flower world"? Isn't it? White, black, and green plastic bags were flying all over the sky, and they would be stepped on from time to time when walking. People threw uneaten food on the ground, which was really disgusting.
Some people frowned and walked while holding up their pants; some people passed by in a hurry, splashing some mud on people's clothes, and the people in white coats immediately turned into 101 Dalmatians; Some people saw this and took a detour instead of getting closer.
Mom joked: "This 'scenery' can become a tourist attraction. I think it is most suitable to call it a 'garbage manufacturing plant.'
" We tiptoed carefully. Keep your feet on your feet, one step deeper and one step shallower, to prevent the "attack" of mud particles and to be alert to the "attack" of the food waste corps.
Finally, I found a snack bar and started to treat my stomach.
After a struggle with food, we wiped out all the food on the table, leaving only the empty camp - bowls and plates.
"Where do you throw the toilet paper?" I said, holding the paper I had wiped my mouth with.
"Just throw it outside the door!" the boss said unceremoniously.
"Is there no trash can?" I asked doubtfully.
"If you need a trash can, just throw it outside the door.
"He is still that kind of 'cruel'.
I walked outside the door and searched for a long time, but I didn't see the "rare" trash can, so I walked to the corner, put the paper down gently, and then left.
"Boss, pay the bill!" Mom said.
"Okay!" He neatly put away the bowls and chopsticks, poured the soup into the bucket, shook it, shook it again, and threw the remaining bowls and chopsticks in the bucket. The place where garbage "gathers" outside the door.
"***6 yuan!" Mom took out the money and gave it to the boss. The boss wiped his oily hands on his apron, took the money with a smile, and stuffed it into his pocket. We were welcomed away with a spring breeze on their faces.
There are no more pedestrians on the street.
Looking at this shopping mall that looked like a garbage dump, I felt a burst of anger in my heart, and then a flash of sadness.
I am angry that people do not understand environmental protection and do not know how to protect our lovely earth. The streets that should be gorgeous and splendid have become a place for people to avoid.
I am sad that people’s non-environmental protection has left Mother Earth scarred and riddled with holes; people’s non-environmental protection has made the beautiful street scenery become our regret.
Chinese culture is a wonder in the world. Chinese history is everywhere on the streets of China. Chinese tradition is not just a beautiful scenery.
And this beautiful scenery has been completely destroyed by people's lack of environmental protection.
When can we see this gorgeous and brilliant street scenery again? Composition on the streets of Nanjing
Nanjing is very hot in summer, and the temperature aggressively challenges people's limits.
The dishes in Hangzhou are burnt, and eggs can be fried on the roads in Shanghai.
In Nanjing, you can feel the coolness brought by people's leisurely life.
People in Nanjing don’t like to get up early.
Office workers, student parties, even roadside vendors, and elderly people doing morning exercises have to wait until seven or eight o'clock to be active in the streets.
The saying "the early bird catches the worm" is not very effective in Nanjing. In the early days, it was difficult to buy food and go shopping.
It is difficult for the stressed-out Central Chinese people to adapt to a life in Nanjing where they have to get up at four or five o'clock without food or food.
After finally staying up until seven or eight o'clock, the people on the street gradually became active, but it still looked sparsely populated and deserted.
If I had lived here longer, I wouldn’t know what my figure would be like.
I can’t help but sigh: Nanjing is so leisurely! Nanjing people who love to enjoy delicious food will not miss any delicious food on the tip of their tongue.
Friends gather together in small groups and search for favorite delicacies in the streets and alleys.
A bowl of juicy and meaty soup dumplings and a bowl of fragrant and sweet red bean glutinous rice balls are too early in the morning; at noon, a sumptuous meal of spicy chicken, lion head, catfish, and bullfrog is served; in the evening, they are served A few friends went to Xinjiekou and Deji Plaza to enjoy the delicious food at the restaurants.
From time to time, you will also encounter some unique dishes or various snacks.
No matter what it is, the special snacks from Nanjing food stalls, the private Hangzhou cuisine from grandma’s family, the sweet Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine, each dish will be talked about and unforgettable, and repeat customers often come here. There was a long queue at the door of the store.
Every restaurant will come up with new tricks to ease the anxious waiting of customers. Some restaurants will install a row of computers for customers to entertain and kill time, and some restaurants will show movies to kill time.
The most interesting thing is the interesting calling system of some restaurants, such as "Grandma calls you for dinner!" at grandma's house, and "Please take a seat at the Nanjing food stalls."
"These systems not only bring a little pleasure to customers, but also add to the unique and rich atmosphere of this restaurant.
Nanjing is so delicious! Eleven or twelve o'clock at night is when people are asleep.
But coming to the area of ??"1912" will definitely overturn this fixed rule.
"1912" is an area where bars gather, so the atmosphere here seems to be at the peak of the afternoon, with busy streets, noisy crowds, colorful lights, everything is for young people Built by people.
It has become a habit and custom for young people in Nanjing to grab a group of friends and go straight to "1912" at night.
Walking in the ancient buildings, some people are watching football and sharing their excitement, some are holding wine bottles and sharing their happiness, and some are chatting and sharing their unique humor.
Perhaps the brightest thing about Nanjing at night is the irrepressible vitality exuded by the young people of "1912"! While some people are falling asleep, young people's nightlife is starting.
Nanjing is so dynamic! Living in Nanjing, you don’t have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation. No matter how late it is, buses and buses that run all night and the subway that ends late will always be waiting there silently to help people who go home at night.
Life in Nanjing is so leisurely and comfortable. It’s great to live in Nanjing! Familiar Street Composition
The familiar street just has a loneliness that ordinary people can't feel. Walking on the street feels so strange, but what I face are strange faces. I don't feel it. Disgusted, I just feel lonely. I like to see cherry blossoms falling on my shoulders, but now it's cold autumn. I can't feel the happiness I had before. I like to let pink surround me, but now it's just my fantasy. Maybe it won't come true one day. I'm here I'm just a buried bird in the crowd. No one cares about my departure. I don't know when this vast road will end. Let me stop and rest. The scenery on the roadside disturbs my thoughts and reminds me of the past. The story has a poignant ending. It was a choice that I should not have made. I should just look at it silently from the sidelines. I should just walk silently on the streets I love and look at their beautiful blessings. Now, that will all be in the past. It will never belong to me. It will be the continuation of my life. It is my eternal memory flashing in the sky. It is still a campus that I am familiar with. A campus that has been with me for six years. Although it makes me sad and disappointed, I am silent. I still walked there despite the call. There are my memories. It's not like the bustle of the street, but it has the quietness that I like. A touch of sadness rushed through my heart. I have left here and walked through a strange school, but the outline of the campus is still there. In my eyes, the last time I came here to say goodbye to you drove away the fatigue. I am still a happy girl. The confusion I once had is over. I have found the exit in the fog. Although it took me a long time, I still chose to leave with a smile. My favorite piece of clothing in the cupboard of the street shop is still there, looking so familiar. The lavender and slightly blue pattern is my favorite color. It is the power of my life. I hang it quietly and walk away slowly... Leave... leave... Write an essay on the topic of street vendors. How to write it well? Give a few examples.
A vendor selling hair cakes will meet many people in his life. Some people will pass you by, some will meet you by chance, and some will use... You are impressed.
That's him - the hawker selling hair cakes.
At first, I didn't pay much attention to him.
Every day when I go to school and walk some distance in front of the school, I can always hear a loud and deep voice: "Selling hair cakes——! Selling hair cakes!" I think this is noise, because it is so early in the morning By shouting so loudly, didn't you mean to disturb others and make it difficult for them to sleep? But gradually, I found that my classmates were talking about him more: "Hey, the hair cake vendor at the school gate makes delicious hair cakes.
Have you tried it?" "Oh, I have.
And the price is quite cheap.
"Really?" "It's true.
"... I started to pay attention to him too.
There is always an endless stream of people coming to him to buy hair cakes every day.
Finally one day, I was very hungry and couldn’t help but buy steamed cakes.
"Buy three steamed cakes.
" He packed them up neatly. I took the bag and went to get the money.
As soon as he put his hand into his pocket, he was stunned.
"No money!" I looked at him and he was pretending to be a cake maker for another person.
I stood there with an embarrassed look on my face, like a statue, thinking about what to do next.
Before I spoke, the vendor seemed to know what was going on.
He said: "You can take those three cakes to eat first. It doesn't matter. You can also pay for them tomorrow.
After he finished speaking, he immediately pushed the cart again. He shouted elsewhere, leaving me standing there stupidly.
The next day, I took the five cents to school and met him again, so I handed him the five cents: "Thank you, uncle."
"I couldn't help it. Asked: "Since your hair cake is so delicious, why don't you open a shop to save yourself from running around?" The uncle replied: "It's just because it's delicious, that's why you want it." Go everywhere and let everyone eat it.
If you open a store, only people in one place can eat it.
Little classmate, don’t you think so? I slowly thought about his words, and seemed to realize something... Street Artist's Composition
The emotion on the street It rained all night last night, and I felt a bit chilly this morning.
The sky was gloomy, covering the earth, and it drizzled from time to time.
Although it has been half a month since autumn, weather like this is still rare after all.
So, I decided to go out for a walk.
The air after the rain was particularly fresh. I took a deep breath and felt indescribably comfortable.
Various trees.
The flowers and plants all seemed more energetic as if they had taken a refreshing bath.
When I walked to the street where the road was being built, I opened colorful umbrellas. They were like beautiful little mushrooms, making the street more beautiful.
I walked alone on the street, and I no longer felt the hot summer scene: people were wearing shirts and trousers, and some were wearing a coat.
The ground after the rain is full of potholes, and pedestrians and vehicles are sparse and moving slowly.
The cyclists were even more cautious, hunching their shoulders, clamping their arms, and staring ahead, for fear of falling into a puddle accidentally.
I kept walking forward. When I reached the intersection in front of me, I suddenly saw a group of people pushing a large truck full of goods. The truck was deeply stuck in the When they got into the pit, everyone pushed hard and shouted: "One, two, three!" I looked back as I walked, secretly cheering for them.
However, at this moment, a middle-aged man riding a bicycle in front of me lost his hand because he encountered a puddle. The bicycle fell to the ground, and he himself fell heavily to the ground.
The thermos bottle tied to the bicycle fell to the ground, and the soup inside splashed onto another young man's high-end suit, which was stained with oil.
Pedestrians passing by slowly stopped to watch the excitement. Everyone thought that a "war of words" was about to happen again.
Unexpectedly, the young man did not bother to wipe the oil stains on his body, but quickly bent down to help the middle-aged man up, and asked with concern: "Did you fall hard? Does it hurt?" "It doesn't hurt. Do you want to go to the hospital?" The middle-aged man quickly said to the young man: "It doesn't matter. I was just rushing to deliver food to the patients in the hospital. I accidentally... You are such a good suit... I'm so sorry. I'm sorry." /p>
"People turned their attention to the young man again. They saw him taking out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping his suit and saying with a smile: "It doesn't matter. Don't mind such a small thing.
The soup you gave to the patient must be delicious. My suit is really delicious, and I tasted it!" The two people laughed, and everyone also laughed.
As the crowd gradually dispersed, I looked at the figure of the young man walking further and further away, and I seemed to feel that the world was filled with love and truth, goodness and beauty everywhere.
I seem to feel that young people are getting taller and taller, and they will always stand at the top of the world! At this time, I looked back and saw that the large truck that had been stuck in the puddle had escaped from the predicament with the help of everyone.
I looked up at the sky, feeling that the sky seemed to have become blue and blue, and it was extremely broad.
At this time, it started to rain heavily, and I hurried home, but the young man's selfless and tall image was deeply engraved in my heart. A composition on a street scene
Expand all One day, I went to the bookstore to buy books.
When I walked out of the bookstore, I saw a ragged and shivering little beggar in the corner.
When he saw me coming, he immediately stretched out his black hand and looked at me with the unique eyes of a beggar, hoping to get my mercy.
Usually if I meet a beggar, I will stay away from them, and he may be of the same age, so I took out the two yuan I had on me and was about to put it into his hand when I was stopped by a classmate who had just walked out of the bookstore. .
The classmate glared: "You're stupid, haven't you heard that some people are looking for children to be beggars just to win your sympathy? These people are taking advantage of the weaknesses of human nature!" As he spoke, he glanced at the little beggar.
I saw the little beggar’s chapped lips parted slightly, and then he lowered his head again, his eyes wandering around the corner.
A surge of anger suddenly surged in my heart. Looking at this little boy who was about the same age as myself, I turned around and walked away.
A few weeks later, I came to the bookstore again and saw the little beggar again at the door. A little girl bent down and gave him a dollar. He said gratefully: "Thank you!" But the word "thank you" sounded so harsh to my ears.
Seeing the few coins in his bowl, I was secretly glad that not many people were fooled.
He carefully picked up a few coins in the bowl, with a slight smile on his lips, then stood up and walked to a small shop opposite. He bought two pieces of bread, but did not eat them. Left in a hurry.
I was curious and followed.
In another noisy corner of the street, a little girl was holding a bowl and kept chanting: "Okay!" But the bowl was still empty.
I saw him walking over, putting down a piece of bread, saying a few words to the little girl and then leaving. The little girl stretched her neck behind and shouted eagerly: "Thank you, big brother!" No reply either.
He returned to his corner, still huddled there, shivering, stretching out his black hands to everyone passing by, surrounded by a stream of people who were striding forward without stopping.
At this moment, it was my turn to lower my head and my eyes wandered. I didn’t dare to look him in the face, for fear of seeing the lowliness of myself and many others in him... Essay on a Lesson on the Street
The streets are full of people coming and going, noisy, and full of youthful atmosphere and vitality.
Early in the morning, I was walking down the street smelling of sweat and holding a ball. There was an endless stream of people coming and going, but they didn’t see a worker uncle who was sitting on the ground to rest. He seems to be in his 40s! He just sat on the ground blankly, smoking, completely unaware that there was danger approaching him from behind.
"Hey" a young man also caught my attention. He was wearing very ordinary clothes and he was an ordinary working class man.
He rushed forward and said to a boss who was driving back: "What are you doing? Didn't you see anyone behind you? You are awesome."
The uncle worker noticed the Toyota behind him and heard the conversation between the young man and the "boss". He suddenly felt angry, rushed up to him and began to curse the "boss". Boss", but the young man walked away silently.
This war attracted many well-intentioned people to teach the "boss" a lesson, and many people watched. After more than ten minutes, the uncle of the worker had enough scolding, and went to look for the kind-hearted young man. person, only to find that he had already left.
The "boss" was also scolded speechlessly, so he had to drive away quickly. When he left, people didn't forget to curse a few more words, but everyone left here, as if there was no such thing here. Whatever happened, the worker uncle also continued to rest, but he learned the lesson this time and sat on the stone chair next to him. As for the "boss", he had already escaped. After all, he almost died. It's time for the good-hearted young man to go to work.
I walked home as if nothing had happened, but I was extremely shocked. I didn’t expect that there were good people like Lei Feng in this world.
The street is such a familiar place. Many people come and go every day. There might as well be some good people, some people who have not been polluted by this society.
There are definitely good people, but evil can never defeat justice.
The street is a beautiful place.
The third grade of junior high school: Ordinary people, a corner of the street composition
One day, I went to the bookstore to buy books.
When I walked out of the bookstore, I saw a ragged and shivering little beggar in the corner.
When he saw me coming, he immediately stretched out his black hand and looked at me with the unique eyes of a beggar, hoping to get my mercy.
Usually if I meet a beggar, I will stay away from them, and he may be of the same age, so I took out the two yuan I had on me and was about to put it into his hand when I was stopped by a classmate who had just walked out of the bookstore. .
The classmate glared: "You're stupid, haven't you heard that some people are looking for children to be beggars just to win your sympathy? These people are taking advantage of the weaknesses of human nature!" As he spoke, he glanced at the little beggar.
I saw the little beggar’s chapped lips parted slightly, and then he lowered his head again, his eyes wandering around the corner.
A surge of anger suddenly surged in my heart. Looking at this little boy who was about the same age as myself, I turned around and walked away.
A few weeks later, I came to the bookstore again and saw the little beggar again at the door. A little girl bent down and gave him a dollar. He said gratefully: "Thank you!" But the word "thank you" sounded so harsh to my ears.
Seeing the few coins in his bowl, I was secretly glad that not many people were fooled.
He carefully picked up a few coins in the bowl, with a slight smile on his lips, then stood up and walked to a small shop opposite. He bought two pieces of bread, but did not eat them. Left in a hurry.
I was curious and followed.
In another noisy corner of the street, a little girl was holding a bowl and kept chanting: "Okay!" But the bowl was still empty.
I saw him walking over, putting down a piece of bread, saying a few words to the little girl and then leaving. The little girl stretched her neck behind and shouted eagerly: "Thank you, big brother!" No reply either.
He returned to his corner, still huddled there, shivering, stretching out his black hands to everyone passing by, surrounded by a stream of people who were striding forward without stopping.
At this moment, it was my turn to lower my head and my eyes wandered. I didn’t dare to look him in the face, for fear of seeing the lowliness of myself and many others in him...
The streets are lively in summer.
The sleeping street was awakened by the shouts of the melon farmer.
Immediately, the streets became active! Walking on the street feels like being in a whirlpool of joy.
On both sides of the road, uncles and aunts selling vegetables also carried their burdens and chose to sit down quickly and start their business for the day.
Look, the fresh leeks and green vegetables in the basket, the chickens and ducks stretching their necks and shouting in the cage, and the lively fish and shrimp in the basin all look energetic and lovable.
The newspaper shop opened, and the adults who were eager to read the newspaper immediately gathered around it; the popsicle stall came, and the greedy children immediately ran over.
The stall selling breakfast is also unambiguous. The owner attracts people with his warm smile and the tempting aroma of the food.
The bowls of crystal clear wontons, the fragrant and crispy sesame cakes, and the cups of fragrant and delicious soy milk have already made people drool.
The streets in summer are tense.
On the street, people were walking in a hurry.
Students going to school, men and women going to work in companies, old people going to the gym for morning exercises, all kept walking.
The sound of footsteps, the "ding" of bicycles, and the "chunk" of motorcycles come together to form a joyful and harmonious symphony.
The streets are quiet in summer.
At noon, except for a few feeble chirps of cicadas and the occasional honking of passing cars, there was no other sound.
Even the uncle selling watermelons fell asleep on the melon truck.
The uncles and aunts selling vegetables all hid in the market and ended their business for the whole morning.
Citizens are staying at home at this time, and no one wants to be a "heated ghost".
The whole street seemed to be asleep.
The streets are bustling in summer.
In the evening, the colorful neon lights lit up, which was extremely beautiful.
At this moment, waves of fragrance penetrated into people's noses.
Oh, it turns out the food stall is here.
Those selling grilled mutton skewers, those selling sizzling squid, and those selling stinky tofu were all shouting.
The dumpling stall on the other side is not to be outdone. Bowls of dumplings with various fillings have received unanimous praise from customers.
In the street square, a large group of old people were holding fans and dancing folk dances. Their graceful dance won bursts of applause from the audience.
The streets in summer are tiring.
Late at night, the summer streets slowly and quietly fell asleep...
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