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Essay "Walking through the street"
In this end of the street on the shore, open a craft umbrella, in the drizzle gazing at a leaf of the Uppercorns floating away, in front of the eyes of a light ink painting, sketched out this end of the street's contours.
The old street is leisurely, although the morning market is a little noisy, but more pleasant than the city's siren. In the light of the drizzle, the old street seems to have not yet woken up, the dock of a few flat boat is not exactly her last night to take off the shoes.
Slowly move, the early rise of the old people with their grandchildren to eat morning tea, morning tea, that is, breakfast, in our place is a tradition, specifically to say but I do not know how to eat things to say to outsiders to hear, but this does not hinder the interest of the old people, they are three to five a table, or playing chess, or chatting about the opera, or concerned about the state of affairs. The children's mouths are full of buns, siu mai, happy to meet the grandparents' kind smile.
The rain pattered down, hitting the umbrella surface, splashing a small flower, each small flower is reflected in the smile of the residents of the old street. There are many stores on both sides of the old street, although full of outside fast-paced atmosphere, but also infected by the inertia of the old street, early in the morning, nothing of the store opened the door, a few bosses get together in a piece of melon seeds, on the family, although outsiders seem to be impolite, but the old street of the people straight, the rate of gas, which did not have a poor account, people talk about you that is to care about you!
Eye through the umbrella vaguely see a cluster of green, is the old street acacia tree! I can not help but speed up the pace, the rain on the ground back splash, seems to catch up with my pace. Ah! I smelled the scent of the acacia tree, a plant-specific freshness that filters your lungs clean. Caressing the thick trunk of the tree, I put down the umbrella in my hand and let the raindrops that escaped the sifting layers of leafy shade fall into my sleeves and neck, for that would allow me to better
feel its trunk, and I did my best to let my hands extend upward, and upward, and upward, and look up at the sky, the sky of the old street, of the acacia tree, of the green sky.
Pick up the umbrella, along the hemp stone paved path, with the rain together with the mischievous tread on the ground notes, I came to the home of the fish cakes and fishballs, early in the morning, the people on all the work, I saw the steam from far away from the water jumping restlessly, hooking the passer-by's cravings, the old streets of the fish cakes and fishballs has long been not nested in the alleyway of the local specialties, and has long been a brand, became a pride of the old streets. People's pride. The boss said: "See my home behind this tree, one of the eight scenes of the camellia tree? It blooms more and more every year, my business is more and more prosperous every year!" Look up and gaze over the courtyard wall, the flowers of the tea tree is in full bloom.
Out of the hemp stone path, and then paced a few steps, is the end of the old street, next to the new street next to the bustling footsteps, the end of the road, a pavilion, it is said that poets in the Qing Dynasty poet had a poem in this inscription, praising the old street leisure and tranquility, fishermen return to the harbor scene, but now the scene has changed, but the pier or the pier, the old street is still the same old street, I remember the scene of the shore, I held up the umbrella, and slowly paced the river, beckoned! A leaf canopy, in the smoke and rain slowly fade out this ink painting, but the memory of the old street has been eternal.
Comment: Drizzle, green acacia, crow's nest, whispers, hemp stone pavement, ancient poems constitute a quiet and leisurely mood unique to the old town. Walking into the street, people in the material society feel happy and peaceful both physically and mentally. The writing is a combination of point and face, detailed and appropriate.
2. Familiar (rural) streets essay 600 wordsFrom birth to now, are almost seventeen years, in the face of unfamiliar and familiar streets, the focus of the eyes has long disappeared, flowing only memories ......
I still remember, the streets used to look like, and the road the same gray, and then slowly A layer of cement, covered with a variety of different shapes of the floor, in different colors laid in a cycle, three steps an identical combination of patterns. At the beginning, I stepped on the pattern, careful, afraid to step out of the pattern on the edge of the line, gradually by the beginning of the excitement into a tedious. Remember the old streetlights? Bright one, flash one, plus a not bright, the night is not like this as the daytime general, under the evening study home can enjoy the fun and darkness with good friends ***, now the street, a street lamp two "lights", from the street all over the no longer have the sound of our laughter... ...
Now lying in bed, when I was about to fall asleep, the sound of a big truck horn in my ears, woke me up, I leaned up, I can not help but curse again and again. Once upon a time, the same lying in bed, wanting to dream, but suffering from no vehicle driving across the road, can not come as a lullaby general horn sound ...... afternoon sitting in front of the computer in the study, thinking hard about how to think about how to write the essay quickly, looking at the computer screen, keep deleting sentences, the heart of the annoyed to the extreme, downstairs comes The children's laughter, interrupted my thoughts, greatly annoyed me, hands straight hammer keyboard. At the same time, the memory of the mind emerged, young, standing on a small chair, looking downstairs friends kept playing, then crying my face, begging mom and dad to let me go out, and they play together, get the permission of me, face expression quickly turned sunny, excited rushed downstairs, in the road is not asphalt road chase, holding the old street lamps to dodge ... ... ...Now I walk through familiar and unfamiliar streets, cherishing my footsteps as if I were a child, gazing at the not-so-familiar surroundings, and sighing, "Things are different", but now I can't find the same feeling I once had when I was running down the street. The feeling of running on the street now, not only can't find back once, will also attract, a look at the eyes of a psychopath, look up at the sky, the only thing that hasn't changed is the sky, I'm afraid that the stars, or so much, on the street but can no longer find the memories of the original ......
The street has changed, the streetlights have changed, have changed, have passed away ... ...
3. Essay title for the place where I used to walkI used to walk through those places, encountered those people, those things meteoric flower story.
The years sacrificed whose eyes, dusk discarded whose tears, your green cheeks whether you will remember the look at that time, bitter sad smile is so vicissitudes, we have forgotten what we are in for, just still living in this world above. If we can feel death once when we come to this world, we will understand how happy we are to be alive.
Forget the teenage tear-stained vicissitudes of the current model, perhaps one day I am forgetting, forget that once sentimental, we were born in a prosperous willow world. The fall of endless scars, lack of words has long been no desire for a long time, just in that young flow years, there is such a shallow hidden smile.
I don't remember when I will be sad, I don't want to know, who has seen me smile is the look.
I don't remember when I was sad, and I don't want to know who has seen me smile.
No that touch is most saddening. Autumn leaves, pieces with autumn injury, that a scattered traces, but also do not want to leave the auxiliary single Dian rod Jan put the hall lice East stiff abandonment, shouting, but can not change her fate, such as if the years have not been the flow of years to bruise, and how would evoke the sadness of this with ice.
There will always be some deep and will not be flooded with memories, time and time again people chilled, buried in the depths of your heart and mine, just I have not had tears, just because I have not been goblet. I cover the painful memories in the mud, that fine rain and then precipitate it, I can smell its helpless breath.
The old road I have tried to step through again, forget, but not forgotten. What exists does not exist, and what is realistic is not realistic.
Childhood dreams have long become shackles, unable to move forward. Every movie, the plot of the *** does not seem to be the actor can express, but because of a moving details of his life achievements.
The figure is gradually blurred, just like the snowflakes, dancing with the youth, squandering thoughts. I'm not sure if you can hear me, but I'm not sure if you can hear me. There is still so a song in the cheer for me, please remember to applaud, listen to me from the wind drifting through the murmur.
Wasted years, unconsciously, has long been the face of the old, broken traces put together that silent picture. Some times, the heart always think, someday, there will be a like me secretly love me, but, I I do not want to think again, "because I am a happy reality and do not respect the reality of the prodigal son" love seems to be in my world has always been an empty concept, I do not think it is only in love with people who really understand love.
I know what a smile looks like, the flavor of a smile. Caressing the cold ink pen, write no smell but the sound of breath Whose emotions can not be flaunted, who pretends to be brave in a strange room, who is afraid of rotting in the night, let the breath suddenly become barbaric, first love it to put this set of shoulders to block off a little regret, first love it looks like a pair of wings to hide ah hide already dark, first love it people do not understand so once the desire to be dissatisfied, first love it to after the sadness after counting after counting after counting.
Soothe a lonely heart, perhaps, a certain moment, a certain scene ... our inner sense of loneliness, loss, just because of loneliness, loss, but become a permanent habit, the mood accompanied by us slowly from time to time. Along the way, confused, no direction, I have been frustrated, regret, but I know that the time I have walked through.
Only to leave the traces of each step stepped down, blood has dripped, sweat has dried up, but the tears have never flowed, accompanied by the pain of the deepest part of my heart I did not promise, promises are a terrible spell demon. I walked from that place, please remember that there have been I left traces, piece by piece.
Do not let him disappear in the twilight of midnight, I'm afraid that someday I will not remember if I am still there, but hopefully I will remember. The sky has not lost your pale face, there will be an ending left for them, remember you and me, all the voices of the world.
No, do not forget, forgetting has always been a very painful thing, lost all the once, so there is really no reality, what is the pain, what is the joy, is after many years, in the memory of remembering. When I was a teenager, I was crazy like, take me away these three words.
Now, I will never let anyone take me away. I've learned to walk on my own.
Wind and rain on the same road, sworn to live together, dreaming of love in the Tang Dynasty, laughing at the Qin Han autumn. Lonely journey YiYao, you know the same way to hold hands; if this life is muddled, ignorant, worth this blood spill.
Please remember that I once walked through the years. Today, how many lives have left this world?
Walked through today, walked through the other side of the bloom. I walked through the most unique childhood in my life, walked through those two thousand days and nights. Walked through the more than two thousand today. And today, can only stand on the shore belonging to the teenager, looking back to the other side of the shore can never return to the childhood.
Walked through today, yes, I crossed into the door of the middle school. In this short 24 hours, I have completed six years of crossing. Just today's dream, I still vividly remember - that childhood fun, childhood naughty and cute, that childhood pieces of happy or happy things. How I wish today would stop from now. I don't want to grow up, I love my childhood.
Walking through today, I have been in middle school for a month. Looking back at the past story, I seem to really become a teenager. I feel for the first time how wonderful it is to walk through today.
After today, I grew up; after today, I gradually understand; after today, I slowly learned to cherish today, look forward to tomorrow. More than four thousand days, I croaked from the baby into a first-growth teenager, I can not say that my every day is meaningful, but I walked through every day, and is looking back to feel happy to grow up. I've walked through the criticism of my kindergarten teacher, the company of my digital baby in the lower grades, the cool reading middle and upper grades, two Olympics, witnessing the changes in my hometown, and yes, I've walked through it. Everything and everyone in my life can testify to that.
When I am still attached to the 08 Olympic Games, 60 years of celebration has made the whole country excited; when I am still attached to the good friends in elementary school, new friendships have been established. Everything, are walking through.
I am in pursuit of their footprints, the footprints of countless today. But won't countless today's walks become tomorrow's? Life is like a tree, childhood is the first time to grow leaves, those leaves are today, walked through today, there is no more a lovely leaf, it is treasured to the bottom of the heart, and then tomorrow began. To walk through today is to welcome tomorrow, right?
For a better tomorrow, one must walk through today.
There is no need to be sentimental about childhood, because, my childhood has lived in my heart, yesterday collected in the beautiful memories, and I, to cherish today. Today's teenage years, today's youth, such as the sunrise through the shadow of the light points, such as the sun reflecting the foam, within reach, and can only enjoy once. With their own efforts today to enjoy the value of today, tomorrow will not regret, tomorrow to walk through another beautiful today without worry.
Walking through today is not living in memories; walking through today is one step closer to the ideal; walking through today is to cherish life; walking through today is to draw a period with yesterday, and to draw a question mark and an exclamation mark with tomorrow; walking through today is to walk into a beautiful tomorrow; walking through today is to look for the beautiful years belonging to oneself!
5. Essay A familiar streetHow delicate and delicate is the bird? In the city of Beijing, I only saw old crows and sparrows.
Sometimes I see woodpeckers.
The first is the bluebird. I think it is the most appropriate symbol of happiness for westerners.
Because the bluebird's chirping is a gentle report of the news of spring. The robin's red breast, standing in the snow, on the grass, is extremely distinct.
The little hummingbird is even smaller to the point of incomparable slenderness, and is actually smaller than the flowers when it flies over the tops of them. I sometimes look up in the mountain pavilion glimpsed, only to hold their breath and stand still, not even dare to move their eyes, I seem to be afraid of this weak little fairy startled away.
In addition, there are many small birds with bright feathers, I can not find their Chinese name, only to que doubt. The mountains and valleys are full of the light and beautiful songs of the morning before the sun rises.
In the hazy dawn breeze, interjection to listen to, make people's hearts and souls quiet. Spring is the world of birds, "to birds singing spring" and "spring sleep does not realize the dawn, everywhere heard the crowing birds", these two words, I now thoroughly appreciate! We are in the middle of the career of the world, and the birds are the most dear to each other.
In the rose and lilac bushes, there are the nests of the azaleas and the robins, which are built so low that they can be reached with one hand. I often visit the families of the birds, and I never destroy their happiness by stealing their eggs and catching their chicks.
It occurred to me that I was only temporarily away from home, and that my mother and father were already so concerned. If I were to be captured and locked up in a cage, never to return, my mother and father would not be heartbroken. I love myself, and I love the chicks, and I love my parents, and I love the parents of the chicks! And what a funny thing it is, you see the little birds break out of their shells, very yellow little mouths, and their fur and feathers are so sparse that they think it is ugly.
And they are extremely gluttonous, all day long open mouth in the nest chirping! The mother was so tired that she was busy flying back and forth. Gradually, they grew up, and her mother led them to the ground.
Their fur is very fluffy, two little legs waddling, look more fat than their mother. They were very silly looking, bouncing around after their mother in a daze.
When the mother pecked at a small worm, they went over to the mother in a flurry and chirped for it. The mother taught them how to sing in the morning, and her voice was very gentle, but their voices were very simple.
In the past few days, they have been able to fly, sing, and know how to forage for food on their own, no longer tired of their mother. When I visited them the day before yesterday, the chicks were no longer in the nest; they had built a new one.
On a branch not far from their parents' nest, they often come to see their parents. There are also worms that are cute.
The little lotus-colored butterflies, the snails with their round shells, the buzzing bees, and even the frogs that sing every night in the water, and the glow-worms that flicker in the flowers, are all extremely gentle and childlike. If you love it, it loves you all.
Because they love children too much. The grown-ups are too busy to play with them.1; Where in the text does it express the feeling that "I" and the birds want to be dear the most? Write it down.
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6. Familiar (rural) streets essay 600 wordsFrom birth to now, are almost seventeen years, in the face of unfamiliar and familiar streets, the eyes of the focus has long since disappeared, flowing only memories of ...... I still remember, the streets used to look like, and the same gray as the road, and then slowly paved with a layer of cement. Covered with a variety of different shapes of the floor to different colors cycle paved, three steps a same combination of patterns.
In the beginning, I stepped on the pattern, careful, afraid to step out of the pattern on the edge of the line, gradually from the beginning of the excitement into a boring. Remember the streetlights of the past? Bright one, flash one, plus a not bright, the night is not like now, as the daytime general, under the evening study home can be with friends to enjoy the fun of the darkness and ***, now the street, a street lamp two "lights", from the street all over the no longer have our laughter... ...Now lying in bed, when I was about to fall asleep, the sound of a big truck horn came to my ears and woke me up, I leaned up and couldn't help but curse again and again.
Once upon a time, the same lying in bed, wanting to dream, but suffering from no vehicles driving across the road, can not come as a lullaby general horn sound ...... afternoon sitting in front of the computer in the study, thinking hard to think about how to write the essay quickly, looking at the computer screen, constantly deleting sentences, the heart is irritable! To the extreme, the children's laughter from downstairs, interrupting my thoughts, greatly annoyed me, hands straight hammering the keyboard. At the same time, the memories in my mind emerged, young, standing on a small chair, looking downstairs friends keep playing, then crying my face, begging mom and dad to let me go out, and they play together, get the permission of me, face expression quickly changed to sunny, excited rushed downstairs, in the road is not asphalt road chase, holding the old street lamps to dodge ... ... ...Now I walk through familiar and unfamiliar streets, cherishing my footsteps as if I were a child, gazing at the not-so-familiar surroundings, and sighing, "Things are different", but now I can't find the same feeling I once had when I was running down the street. Now running on the street, not only can't find back the feeling of the past, will also attract, a look at the eyes of a psychopath, look up at the sky, the only thing that hasn't changed is the sky, I'm afraid that the stars, or so much, but the streets can no longer find the memories of the beginning of the ...... street has changed, the street lamps have changed, have changed, have passed away ... ... ....
7. "Lively streets" essay can be how to writeAs soon as the double holiday, the street will be lively.
On Sunday, my mom and I got out of the house and went out for a stroll.
On the road, cars, motorcycles, bicycles, tricycles ...... came and went in an endless stream. Cars drove slowly, the horn sounded constantly, and the voices of people talking composed a beautiful song. On both sides of the road colorful flags fluttered and made a clattering sound, as if welcoming people.
My mom and I went to the pedestrian street, I saw many stalls: some selling clothes, some selling snacks, some selling small commodities. Clothes sellers, holding a horn yelled: "Come buy ah, the new wool sweater, 25 yuan a, walk by, do not miss." Immediately a group of people surrounded the past. Came to the snack stall, only to see the "greedy cat" is really a lot, the owner of the store is happy, busy, the pot from time to time a burst of smoke, I quickly said to my mother, "Mom, mom, give me to buy meat skewers, okay?" Mom had no choice but to buy it for me.
Eating delicious meat skewers, my mom and I walked to the store. There were many cars in front of the store, about hundreds of them! In the store, there are a lot of customers, people in front of the shelves to choose their favorite goods. In front of the cash register lined up a long line, the cashier aunty busy, really want to grow out of the three heads and six arms.
At night, the whole city has become a sea of lights. Civic Square neon lights like colorful flowers bloom in the night sky. Especially the fountain on the green square, some crystal clear, as if the pearls scattered; some white waves roll, as if the silver flowers bloom. Beside the fountain, there are many people dancing. It is really lively!
Today, with the reform and development, the whole city has become more and more prosperous!