In our daily study, work or life, we are no strangers to essay writing, with the help of essay writing people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and convey knowledge and information. What kind of essay can be called an excellent essay? The following is my compilation of the street scene essay (selected 8), welcome to read, I hope you will like it.
Street scene essay 1On Monday, God launched a temper, blowing a gale and whistling.
This morning, I went out of the door, a strong wind came to my face, a moment of breathlessness. In the past, carrying a schoolbag with a light footsteps, today is gone, because of the top of the wind, walking to want to climb the mountain.
Because of the rush to catch the bus, I ran straight to the station, not yet to the station, a glance, I was dumbfounded, waiting for the car today than usual several times more people, probably because of the wind! I was waiting anxiously in front of the station for the car to arrive. At this time, I saw a middle-aged woman with a hand-held basket, which puts an aluminum pot, a gust of wind blew, the pot lid from the basket lifted out, and fell to the ground, which is the lid on the ground like a wheel kept rolling, the woman in the back of the chase, the most also said one after the other: "how so windy ah, with me to play a joke ..."
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This is the reason why the wind is so windy, and I am not so windy. ..."Then there was a conversation in the ear: "What the hell kind of weather is this? The wind is so strong, I just went to the barber store yesterday, this is the end, 30 dollars to the wind blew away." The other was busy saying, "I'm smarter than you I listened to the weather forecast and it was windy so I went to the barber store tonight instead." "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" "Never mind, I'll buy you a piece of this evening." With the words, I turned my head to see two ladies dressed in professional attire, both pairs of eyes squinted into a slit for fear of gray sand blowing into their eyes to minimize unnecessary trouble.
I turned my eyes to look at the street, paper pieces of plastic bags flying around, and from time to time also playing spiral turn. Trees and plants shook their heads frequently, and license plates rattled.
In the distance came a bus, I do not know whether it is anxious or the cause of the wind, it seems that the car than the usual speed of the car to slow down a lot. Because of the large number of people, the car has not yet stopped, people have already scrambled to squeeze into the car, all want to be temporarily saved from the pain of the wind, of course, I am no exception ......
Street Scene Essay 2At about 7:00 in the morning, I was carrying my backpack, with cheerful steps, walking on the road to school.
The sun was just peeking out and the fog in the sky was lifting. The birds are chirping on the branches and greeting me, sometimes standing on the branches, sometimes flying to the ground, sometimes flying to the eaves of the house, as if a lively little elf.
Look! An aunt is bargaining with the vegetable seller! "This pumpkin is quite fresh, how much is a catty?" "Three dollars and a half." "A little less, other people only sell three dollars." "That can't be, our melon are home fertilizer planted, does not contain this and that, pure green vegetables ......"
Look! The children are chasing and playing in groups of three and five, one looking more spirited than the other. Some are jostling, some are laughing next to each other, and some are walking fast towards the school.
Look! The square is fiddling with the hands of the fan, the hands of the stick, twisting that some slightly fat, lack of some flexible body to dance it! It's full of vigor!
Look! In the bus station, adults are anxiously waiting for the arrival of the bus, so as to take the bus to work. Some people see the bus has not come, simply a small run to the workplace.
To the school gate, it is really doing everything: some can't stop stuffing things into their mouths, some in the store to repeatedly select the desired stationery, and some just rushed to the school gate, everyone is in a hurry, busy doing their own things.
In the morning, the only words in people's minds are "fast" and "alive".
Street scene essay 3Early in the morning in the fall, when I got up in the morning to get ready to go out for a run, I felt a slight breeze, and I saw that the leaves of the ginkgo trees on both sides of the road were turning yellow, and they were "rustling" and "rustling" in the music of the fall.
In my neighborhood, there is a small, narrow, inconspicuous road called Maple Leaf South Road, which is lined with golden, yellow ginkgo trees, it is the time of sunrise, the sun shines in my eyes, but it is not like the blazing sun in the summer that the sun shines on my cheeks, you must use your hands to block the eyes of the sun, but a gentle, temperamental sun.
"Knock, knock, knock" There was a sound that I couldn't quite put my finger on, but it was so close to me that I ran over to take a look! It turned out that there is a very old grandfather, hand carrying a large bag of ginkgo nuts, is kicking the poor ginkgo tree it! I was puzzled and asked, "Grandpa, what are you doing and why are you kicking the tree with your feet?" I asked. Old Grandpa turned his head, with a slight bead of sweat on his red cheeks, and shouted to me, "Look what this is." Old grandpa said to me, this is the only time I saw the old grandpa carrying a bag of yellow ginkgo nuts, it turns out that the old grandpa is kicking the ginkgo tree, so that the ginkgo nuts good down to the ground ah! I just realized.
I ran a circle back, the old grandpa originally look down, climbed to the tree, my mom! Grandpa this old arm and leg can still climb the tree, the body is really good, and finally, the old grandpa picked this tree on the ginkgo tree, and went to the next tree.
Autumn is so beautiful, when I went home, the autumn wind has grabbed lifted the curtains I forgot to close in the morning.
Street Instant Essay 4"You robbed me!" "Then you pushed me!" The sound of childish quarrel attracted many pedestrians to stop and watch, and I could not help but stop in my footsteps.
Just see the small park bright goose yellow escalator, two wrapped tightly wrapped little boy yelling, pushing and shoving, beside a Transformers toy thrown. You said I said, I pushed you a hand, two tender face is also angry and gradually red, rounded eyes save a wink of tears, shaking.
A few moments later, one of the younger ones was the first to bawl. The onlookers also dispersed because they were bored. I couldn't help but laugh at their childishness, and lifted my feet to leave, because they were fighting over a toy.
Just then, two figures came rushing from different directions and pounced on the crying child by the escalator. It turned out to be the child's mother heard the news arrived, and quickly picked up their own children to ask, warm words of comfort. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new car, and then you'll be able to get to the next one.
After listening to the original story, the slightly older middle-aged woman rushed to the opposite side of the mother and child angry eyes, chattering: "Our children are young, let him how!" Saying that, she tightened her grip on the child who was still choking. Hearing that young mother embarrassed, grabbed his child's hand repeatedly apologized, tugging the boy will be sullen and left first, walking away can still hear the middle-aged woman's reprimand.
The next day, I passed the same place. The next day, I passed by the same place again, and there were still two children, but at the moment they were playing together, and yesterday's feud did not seem to have happened. They were playing with each other until the two mothers arrived. The middle-aged woman saw the two twisted in a ball, alarmed and hastened to pull away from the two. The child was disgruntled and exclaimed, "Mom, what are you doing? I'm playing with my best friend!" The young mother, who arrived a little later, froze at this. Another young boy rushed to his mother and exclaimed as if showing off, "Mom, this is my new friend Kang Kang!" The boy called Kangkang was also not willing to lag behind tugging at his own mother's sleeve, pointing at his playmate and loudly introducing him.
The two mothers looked at each other and coincidentally read the shock clearly in each other's eyes. Just allied playmates combination has not yet had fun, obviously young, but learned from the adults, clenched fists to worship as brothers, let a person look ludicrous. Even the parting time also reluctantly agreed again and again the next time to meet. The middle-aged woman was ashamed and stammered, "I'm sorry about yesterday." The young mom was forgiving and smiled, and shook hands with each other.
The sun is setting, the warmth of the afterglow sprinkled over the earth, laying a ground of orange-red warm light. It seems that you can still hear a burst of laughter in the two figures.
Street Scene Essay 5The sky, cloudy and cold, has been raining lightly, interspersed with small snow children. In the afternoon, when the school time, the rain was even heavier, and the snow became thicker, rustling on the trees, crackling on the glass, and falling to the ground alive and kicking. The weather is getting colder and colder. In time after school, a turn out of the school gate, a bitter cold wind came, really feel like a knife cut general. The road is full of cars, blocked together, even walking is difficult. And big duck **** hold an umbrella, turn left and right, easy to come to the side of the road and wait for my husband's car to pick up. We stood in front of someone's store and waited for the car, the door was full of people, the road was crowded with cars. When I called my husband, he was already in the neighborhood, at the intersection more than 10 meters away from me, but because of the traffic jam, the car couldn't move. A cold wind blew, and everyone couldn't help but scrunch their necks and watch the cars crawl by like snails. I prayed that it was just fine, but also let my husband's car crawled in front of me, early return to the warmth of home, just do not stop. The snow that was getting heavier and heavier danced around the roof of the car like small hailstones, and slowly, slowly, a layer of white . Something.
Suddenly, there was a commotion across the street. Someone was arguing, fighting. It looked like a rickshaw puller had hit the ass of a Mali six. The owner of the horse six waved his hand and punched the three-wheeled, the three-wheeled flickered, dodged away. Ma Liu's another punch over, the three-wheeled nonchalant, also a punch over, hit Ma Liu's back. In this way, fist to fist, in the middle of the road entangled together. The car was afraid that it couldn't climb any further, and came to a complete stop. It's over, it's over, I don't want to go home at night. I blame the owner of the car, there is nothing to fight, the car scratched a little skin, ask him to pay is. I've got insurance, right? The insurance company can also be found, why do you need to embarrass yourself on the street. Suddenly, from the car drilled out a woman, looks like Ma Liu's wife, raised an umbrella, vigorously towards the three-wheeled swing, three-wheeled is coping with the man, but quick, a grabbed the umbrella, vigorously towards the couple of random beatings.
Obviously, the strength of the three rounds of very large, husband and wife are not his opponent. At this time, the woman while the two men tangled together, suddenly went forward, reached out to the three rounds of the face to grab, the three rounds of the hand block, the woman stumbled, a butt squat, sat in the middle of the road puddle, covered with water. The man saw his wife fell, more fierce. The woman is still smart, a bony climb up, and went up with her husband, reaching out towards the three-wheeled hit, three-wheeled while backing up with umbrellas flailing, umbrellas kept falling on the couple. The side of the people kept calling "don't fight, don't fight, we all have to go home", they are playing vigorously, where willing to listen. The woman also took advantage of the two tangled together, and then went up to grab the third wheel's face, the third wheel's face immediately have three finger marks. He was furious,
street instant essay 6This evening, my mother and I went to the pedestrian street to walk, we walked from home to the pedestrian street all the way to the street is hot. We walked to the vicinity of the Jincheng Hotel when we heard a very strange sound, and then I saw an old mother is holding a microphone in the singing, next to an uncle is playing the electronic piano, I think this should be the old mother's son! Next to the stereo, there is an old uncle is sitting on a broken chair with his feet drinking water, because his hand is only a very short cut, and both hands are like this, he used a tea cup is the kind of very old, are out of paint stainless steel cups, see the uncle, I can not help but body shivering, such a life is not easy ah! In addition, I also saw a crippled feet, hand crutches uncle, he could not do anything, only dry standing. I couldn't help but tremble again, but this time it wasn't the body that was trembling, but the mind. I think, all this, I have seen in the eyes, these people, these movements, these sounds, I have observed this, are watching, are listening.
The old mother was singing an old song, and I was listening to it with great interest when a young boy's action caught my eye. He put his hand into his pants pocket, took out his wallet, pulled out a few bills inside, and generously walked towards the donation box in front of the old mom and put those bills into the donation box. I hastily turned my attention to the old mom who was singing with a microphone, but I saw her holding the microphone in her left hand, saluting the young man with her right hand, and continuing to sing. The young man smiled and walked away, as if his heart was filled with a sense of holiness.
Through the young man's action, I have a thought in my mind, when I grow up, will make money, I will also be like the young man, with their own actions to others in exchange for a deep heart of the most sincere look.
street instant essay 7At about 7:00 a.m., my mom and dad hurried to the morning shift, and I also got up to start a day of summer vacation.
Walking down the street, you hear the sound of rushing footsteps, the bells of bicycles, and the horns of cars ...... intertwined. Some people are riding bicycles, some are anxiously waiting for the arrival of the bus ...... good a tense scene.
People riding bicycles on the road like a tidal wave forward, really have the feeling of a million horses running, some people carefully pedal the car, some are in the car gap in the fast line, and occasionally "bang" sound, the two cars collided, if in the usual, may occur some small "friction! If it were normal, there may be some small "friction", but now, people smile and nod, or politely say: "Sorry! They each pick up the car, speeding up the road, in people's hearts at this time there is only a "fast" word.
In the bus station waiting for the public **** car people look at the table from time to time, the face shows anxious look. The car stop, they flocked to the car, often crowded car, so that people can not breathe, squeezed into the car secretly celebrate, squeeze not on the car even sighed. People are afraid to delay more time on the way.
People on the sidewalk, most of them like a race to the front of the road, some also run all the way.
Time is precious! Isn't the scene on the street during the morning shift a good illustration?
The street is the scene of the composition 8
An inkstone, a pen, a few feet of paper.
Autumn wind silk, lightly rolled clouds.
Now is a free summer vacation, but I have to be busy in the leisure out to sneak around, my life can be not very comfortable, can be licensed to come out to drive around, it is a great thing!
I walked down the street, and many people like, ordinary and ordinary, no one noticed me this child. I looked east and west, but nothing struck me as worth spending time on. I sighed y, and this sigh drew a lot of strange looks from people who must have thought that I had a thousand knots in my heart at such a young age!
I continue to walk in boredom, suddenly, a light, oh, great, is an old man writing calligraphy, his big hand brush, a few bold and unrestrained "sky high clouds" jumped on the paper, I admired the head, look closely, while looking at the side of the said: "really beautiful! " The old man looked at me and said with a smile, "Little friend, how about helping grandpa to grind?" I was afraid that the grinding was not fine enough, and quickly said, "No, no." But the old man said, "Come on, grind it finer, I'm too busy to let you grind it." I could not excuse myself, so I had to grind seriously.
I didn't dare to slow down the grinding for a long time, and the old man suddenly said, "Little friend, how old is it?" I answered timidly: "Twelve." The old man nodded and said: "It is a big child! Do you like brush writing?" I nodded repeatedly. The old man added, "No wonder, not many people, except those who buy the finished products, come to see me write." I boldly asked, "Grandpa, what style do you write?" "Haha, you kids still know about fonts! This is my original style." "Ontology? Never heard of it." I said strangely. The old man's pen paused and said, "Of course you don't know, this is my own font, my own style!" I "Oh". The old man looked at the ink stone, gently smiled and said, "Everyone's style is different, which calligrapher do you like?" "Liu Gongquan" I answered without hesitation. The old man said profoundly: "If you are learning Liu style, naturally good ah, but you write your own body style is not Liu style, is the body, everyone writes, different state of mind, different encounters, different strength, how can the body style is the same? Everyone's body style is different, just like everyone is unique in the world, everyone has their own characteristics! Isn't that right?" I thoughtfully nodded vigorously, thinking: my body style is the most unique, is the body; I myself is unique, is pure natural, 100% original!
The old man said, "Children, go home!"
So I went .......
I looked again at the passers-by coming and going, this time, I do not feel that I am the same as them, I said in my heart, "I am unique."
I picked up the pace, but stepped even firmer!