Trees guard clean streets like two neat rows of guards.
Third, the golden moon hangs in the dark sky, and its surroundings are much brighter. On the street, the bright lights turn on slowly, and people walk on the street in summer, like small fish swimming around in a small pond. On the road, the car ran fast, like a rabbit running in the arms of Mother Earth.
Fourth, summer is a hot season. There are only cars in a hurry on the main street. People go to work, people play, and idle people will only nest in air-conditioned rooms and don't want to go anywhere. Who can swagger on the land with a "big fireball" to observe the beautiful scenery in summer?
On both sides of the street, locust trees are flourishing, as if holding up handfuls of green umbrellas to form a continuous awning, so that pedestrians can walk comfortably and cool on the forest vagina.
6. The street is full of dew, the shadows of trees are fading, the stars are fading, the sky is getting higher, the morning glory on the stockade is in full bloom with dew, the pods are swaying in the breeze, and the fragrance of vegetable rice begins to drift away.
7. The wind is blowing and the rain is falling. Close up, there is not even a figure in the street. All the water is wasted and turned into a flowing river, and countless waters are scrambling to open.
Eight, buttonwood trees of the same color, like mighty sentries standing on both sides of the street, like guarding the city, and like deliberately blocking the sun for pedestrians.
Spring has come, and the trees on both sides of the street spit out small buds. The grass in the field grows out of the ground and is green, like a green carpet on the ground.
The crowds after work, the endless stream of passers-by, the busy streets and the speeding motorcycles have become an exciting "surprise symphony".
At night, the streets are brightly lit and cars are weaving.
12. Under the background of night, cars in the street are next to each other in rows, as if strings of dazzling pearls are flowing and rows of twinkling stars are moving.
Thirteen, the autumn wind is rustling, and the night is as cool as water. I looked at the colorful neon lights on the busy street not far away, and my heart was as anxious as ants on hot bricks.
The newly-built street is very wide, and the sunshine is particularly bright in this street.
15. I look at the bridge. On both sides of the bridge are "streets" for people to walk, and in the middle are "streets" for vehicles to pass. People are talking and laughing, vehicles are running in an orderly way, and the bridge is endless, which is no less than the overpass in Chengdu.
Sixteen, the trees on the street stand guard like tall and straight sentries.
The wind is blowing and the rain is falling. A closer look reveals that there is not even a single person in the street. All the water was wasted and turned into a flowing river, and countless splashes rushed to open. From a distance, buildings and trees are blurred.
Then the snow came and the cold came. The street looks like silver. They are so bright and brilliant. Long icicles hang in front of the eaves like crystal daggers. Everyone is wearing fur coats, and the children are skating in red hats for fun.
Nineteen, a dazzling lightning lit up the sky and the earth, and then thunder roared and there was another lightning. The wide street in front of me is like a white belt, shining brightly under the illumination of lightning.
Twenty, holding the book I just bought, the weather is gloomy and the biting wind blows from time to time. I hung my head and trotted. It rained not far away. There is a shelter by the roadside. I stood there, curled up, staring at the cold and humid street. I don't know who to complain to.
21, the night comes quietly, the moon is like a hook outside the window, summer insects are crunching, and several stars are accompanied by Leng Yue. A faint breeze blew and rolled up the past, and the dim lights on the busy streets reflected my gaunt cheeks. Reach out and touch the light, but the phantom can't stay, just like the lost memory can't be retrieved.
Twenty-two, layers of dark clouds floated in the distance on the horizon, and the rain fell like soybeans, and then it rained cats and dogs. It rained harder and harder, and immediately an umbrella flower appeared in the street, red, blue, yellow and purple, colorful and beautiful.
Twenty-three, the rain is really small, dripping, not like rain, like fog, the world in front of me is blocked in the rain like a pearl net. Looking into the distance, pedestrians in the streets and buildings are only left with a somewhat blurred wheel corridor.
Standing on a tall building, I saw a row of buildings in the distance, and there were cars and pedestrians on the criss-crossing streets.
Twenty-five, at night, thousands of lights, high-rise buildings suddenly put on clothes inlaid with gems, and the streets have become bright and shining star systems.
Twenty-six, today is New Year's Eve. In the early morning, the golden sun shines all over the earth. My mother and I went shopping happily, and the street seemed to change overnight. The streets are decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and every household posts "Dao Fu".
Twenty-seven, at night, Hainan's full winter full moon shines on the earth, scattering a layer of thin frost. On a quiet winter night, the moonlight seemed very cold and whispered softly to the tower. Strolling through the streets, walking through a long road in the dim moonlight, the night is wet and seems to sink.
28. The earth has fallen asleep. Except for the gentle breeze and the occasional dog barking, the deserted street was silent.
29. Perhaps the best way for a person is to be quiet. Even if he lives alone, walks through one city after another, walks through one street after another, looks up at one sky after another and witnesses one departure after another, he can finally say frankly that I am not so persistent at last.
The village became thin immediately after a violent cold wind blew. Like a hada, the river is quietly laid on the edge of the village, and the branches are also exposed at this time. The street seems to be more spacious, and the faint streets and lanes are at the end.
Thirty-one, it is raining harder and harder. On the roof and on the street, a layer of white rain and fog splashed, just like a layer of misty white gauze.
32. The moon is so bright that it turns the earth into snow blue, and trees, houses and streets are like a layer of mercury.
As time goes by, the fog gradually fades, like a milky gauze, like a dream, like an illusion, like a poem, like a painting. The surrounding things also magically appeared, the buildings on both sides of the street restored their majestic posture, and the flowers and trees on the roadside reappeared their elegance.
34. The street is like a calm river, winding in the dense shadows of trees. Only those leaves rustle because of the wind and rain, as if remembering the excitement and busyness of the day.
Thirty-five, the Yellow River is an ancient river, like a dragon, running through New China; It is like a crowded street, and the roaring waves seem to complain about the crowded street.
36. From quiet villages to boiling cities, the songs of spring are everywhere. Look at the factories and streets. Spring is really attractive. You see, in the garden in the center of the street, all the flowers are in full bloom, which is beautiful! Elegant colors and fragrance tell the feelings of spring.
37. There are lanterns and colorful lanterns everywhere in the street, and all kinds of electronic lanterns are simply dizzying. With the sound of gongs and drums, two dragons danced in the crowd.
Thirty-eight, there are many tall buildings here, and the streets are full of traffic. The bustling crowd, such as tide, neon dazzling, lights trance. It is also illusory and true. Inside and outside the bar, people are buzzing, reveling, and advertising lights of famous beer are flashing on antique streets, but at night, insects are singing everywhere and smoke is everywhere.
Thirty-nine, I walked along this long street, it was dusk, and at its end, Fenhe River, like a jade belt, coiled around the waist of the city. The setting sun spilled down the river, and the buildings, streets and pedestrians were all golden.
Forty, the city that has just been washed, the noise and miscellaneous things have evaporated without a trace, and people's mood is particularly peaceful. Without the singing of birds, the sound of the wind blowing, and the sound of traffic, the street is extraordinarily quiet. Everything is immersed in the freshness of the morning, for fear of making any noise and breaking the peace.
Forty-one, in a trance, I ran into a passerby in a hurry, and I was speechless except for an apologetic smile. The cramped air, tides in all directions, countless noisy voices and music floating in the street are all disturbing.
Forty-two, suddenly, all the lights are on, colorful lights shine on the road, the street looks like a string of beautiful pearls, and passers-by seem to be dressed in beautiful colorful clothes.
Forty-three, summer night, the sky is full of sparkling stars, like a milky way lying in the blue sky paved with fine quicksand. The earth has fallen asleep. Except for the gentle breeze, there were occasional barks from two dogs, and the deserted street was silent.
Forty-four, a face of indifference and hesitation, walking in a noisy street, I don't know what to look for in the crowded crowd. The year is approaching, the air is filled with overwhelming flavor of the year, and the deep-rooted resistance to festivals for many years makes the mood inexplicably depressed, empty and lively, and ethereal and happy. I am really tired of being a happy bystander.
At forty-five, thunder sounded and the heavy rain kept falling like a broken bead. It rained cats and dogs, and the rain under the eaves gathered in the street to form a stream.
46. From Yubeiting to asking for the moon Bridge, there are stalls on both sides of the 400-500-meter street. There are pigeons, pigeon whistle, birdcage, bird food, clay figurines, crickets and snakes. Even those who didn't sell out in the morning chose to sell vegetables here.
Forty-seven, the street is full of dew, the shadows of trees are fading, there are fewer stars, the sky is getting higher, the first model net on the stockade is open with dew, the pods are swaying in the breeze, and the taste of vegetables and rice begins to drift away.
Forty-eight, heavy snow comes with cold winter. The streets are as bright as silver. Long icicles hung in front of the eaves like crystal daggers, and the breath of pedestrians turned into white smoke.
49. When approaching the cherry blossom season and walking under the cherry trees, people always look at the cherry branches with anticipation. Experience this kind of mood, whenever the full buds on the branches of cherry blossoms bloom and spit out, or the white or pink petals dye the street with a new makeup, walking on the street is relaxed and pleasant.
50. Xinjiang Bridge in Mid-Autumn Festival is very quiet. The bridge without cars is very quiet. Under the bridge, the river is surging, cruise ships come and go, and moonlight shines on the water, spilling a piece of Yin Hui. On the busy street opposite, there was a flickering sound of Yue Opera. The moon is so bright that all the colorful neon lights are eclipsed.
5 1. It is the cleaner's responsibility to keep the street clean. It is the teacher's responsibility to educate students well; It is the doctor's responsibility to cure diseases and save lives; It is the responsibility of the village head to lead the villagers out of poverty and become rich; Managing an enterprise well is the responsibility of the factory director.
52. It's raining harder and harder. On the roof and on the street, a layer of white rain and fog splashed, just like a layer of misty white gauze. At this time, a gust of wind blew fiercely, the white gauze curled away, and the rain fell obliquely on the accumulated water in the street, splashing a lot.
Fifty-three, the downpour kept falling, and the rain under the eaves gathered into streams in the street.
Fifty-four, the rain washed the street again. The street was particularly bright and people could be seen! The evergreen trees on the roadside have turned green again, making autumn full of vitality! I think: evergreen trees probably like rain best!
55. Bajiao Street is a circular street built around Jokhang Temple. There are seven or eight entrances to this street, and religious people turn clockwise to seek happiness in the afterlife.
Fifty-six, the light rain in Tianjie is crisp, and the grass color is close but not close. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. Tianjie: the street of the capital. The grass looks far away; Spring grass began to grow, showing a little bud. It looks like new green at a distance, but it seems invisible at a close look. Absolute victory; Far better than. Tang Hanyu.
57. On closer inspection, there is not even a single person in the street. All the water is wasted and turned into a flowing river with countless splashes scrambling to open. From a distance, buildings and trees are blurred.
Fifty-eight, the car lights hit the ground not far away, and the fine and dense water droplets were illuminated by the lights, like a gorgeous brocade spread in the air, embroidered with fine patterns, with a splash-like tassel hanging at the end, which was very beautiful. People in the distance have become blurred, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and pedestrians in the street are getting more and more hurried.
59. As the sun sets, the earth is bathed in sunset glow. People walk in the street in twos and threes, and the evening breeze slowly blows the fragrance of flowers and trees, which makes people relaxed and happy, and makes people see the sun and shine.
Sixty, there are not many pedestrians on the street; All I met was a sleepy woman, drawing water by the well.
Sixty-one, the days of sadness and despair due to lack of light, backlight and backlight, and the lonely troubles that ended due to frustration, loneliness and sadness, are scattered in the noise of the whole street with these shadows. Hope and dream run to the distance at the same speed, just like sunshine and shadow, * * * exists on the earth.
The streets in my hometown are neat, wide and flat. All kinds of beautiful cars come and go like regular buses. High-rise buildings along the street have sprung up in rows. The goods in supermarkets and shopping malls are dazzling.
63. The general's strong will, like the obelisk at the intersection of the city's main streets, occupies a very prominent position in military art. ..
64. You see, in the street, all kinds of vehicles keep flowing, blocking the road. There are fast cars, fast motorcycles, light electric cars and leisurely bicycles ... we feel like we are in the ocean of cars. Vehicles also lined up in a long queue.
If you want to build your self-confidence, sweep the streets. First of all, you should clean up the inferiority complex equivalent to the darkest corner of the street, and then plant and consolidate your self-confidence.
It is his duty to clean the street every week.
67. If you walk in the street carelessly, an accident will happen. Would you advise people not to walk on the road?
Sixty-eight, my eyes found the man under the gorgeous street lamp. The spring is chilly, and the cold wind must have brushed his face like blowing on my cheek. He walked to the corner of the street. His increasingly heavy footsteps and blurred figure seem to blend into the double darkness of the end of the street and time.
Sixty-nine, Fox knocked on the door in the way his mother taught him and said, "Good evening." There was a banging sound inside, and then the door creaked about an inch, and a beam of light passed through the gap and reflected on the street.
A train climbed into the station in a snowstorm, and two college students wearing military coats and rifles and a group of revolutionary soldiers wearing red armbands jumped off the train. They arrested the gendarmerie, the old colonel and the police captain at the station. People in the city believe that the news is true. So thousands of residents stepped on the snow, crossed the street and ran to the square.
Seventy-one, we finally found that not only our childhood and youth disappear with time, but also a complete world, which consists of people, trees, houses, streets and the sky, including our love and sadness, feelings and moods, and our whole spiritual world.
Seventy-two, cleaners clean the streets against the dawn.
Seventy-three, I have been away from my hometown for more than a year. I visited the streets of Shenzhen and climbed the tall buildings in Shenzhen. My hometown is still haunted.
Seventy-four, you can make a big difference by finding a new way, and you won't make a difference by squeezing around in the street.
The neon lights on both sides of the street are shining brightly.
Seventy-six, you see, in the street, all kinds of vehicles are constantly flowing, blocking the road. There are fast cars, fast motorcycles, light electric cars and leisurely bicycles ... we feel like we are in the ocean of cars. Vehicles also lined up in a long queue.
Seventy-seven, as soon as I get well, I feel that everything is particularly beautiful. I think the sky, streets and green trees are much more beautiful than before. There's nothing wrong with your body. That's great. Illness made me realize the value of health again.
Seventy-eight, the crowded crowd ignored the noise around, quietly thinking about who you are hugging now, and the wind roared across the familiar streets. Your shadow has been entangled in my heart, dragging heavy steps through the fog of the city. In another cold winter, I haven't changed. I used to get endless pain for the impulse of love. All that remains now is yesterday's dream.
Humor lightens the ugliness of deception, just as moonlight beautifies the chaotic streets of western towns.
I haven't returned to my hometown for eight or several years. When I went back on the eleventh day, the whole city was completely new, and the streets at night were colorful and beautiful!
8 1. Among all the gifts, women think flowers are the most valuable, because men must overcome the shyness of walking in the street with flowers in their hands when sending flowers to women.
Dean, my greatest wish is that one day our family can live in the same street and become old tenants.
83. The trees on the roadside are like soldiers who stick to their posts and like street guards.
Eighty-four, a group of fierce horses rampaged on the west ring road, and passers-by fled in all directions.
Eighty-five, in the cold streets of late autumn, feng shui masters in their twilight years are soliciting business.
Eighty-six, "Bang!" The deafening sound of popcorn broke the silence of the street, as if to shock people to the depths of their brains.
My hometown has changed a lot. In addition to the old locust tree at the head of the village, great changes have taken place in streets, houses and people's clothes.
Hospitals and morgues are overcrowded, and many victims found in the ruins can only lie on the street.
Although grandpa retired, he didn't have enough to eat all day. He goes to the street or the family Committee to find something to do every day, and his hands are not idle.
It was a severe winter, but I was full of passion and didn't feel cold at all. I walked in the silent street, and the snow fell on my face, and I was desperate.
The stalls in this street are in a mess, which makes people upset.
92. Aunt Liu is our street director. She was very enthusiastic and made many families around the second time.
93. This is only the sense of liberation and slight hesitation that a person feels in a strange street, as well as the sense of travel fatigue and the sense of relief that nothing is important.
94. Standing at the top of the hill where the lights are on, the misty Luohe River and the city with high-rise buildings at the foot of Mount Jim, looking at the neon-lit streets and dotted squares in the distance, there are colorful scenery everywhere.
Looking from the roof, the streets of the city extend in all directions, and almost every one can reach the city center. There is more than one way to the square!
96. The sun flooded the sleeping town streets, and a heavy rain soaked everything, which was surprisingly new.
97. The little girl was walking in the street, and colorful advertisements made her feel novel.
98. However, we are more and more surprised to see endless streets, dazzling shops and bustling cars and horses.
99. Lo Wan is one of the most popular shopping areas in Hong Kong. No matter day or night, this area is crowded with tourists and traffic like crucian carp. However, crowded sidewalks, traffic jams, air pollution and noise, lack of pedestrian crossing facilities, scattered road signs and dull street landscape all make the pedestrian environment uncomfortable.
One hundred, people here always rush by in the street.
10 1. In the middle of the night, you feel relaxed and happy, stumbling down the dark street, but still talking about something, as if you were beyond the world.
102. When we walk in the bustling streets and look at strange faces that pass by, you never know who will come into your life, who will leave at the next moment, and how many stories have happened behind them.
One hundred and two,
On this rest day, men, women and children coming and going in the street are all dressed up, smiling and bustling.
One day in August, Mr. Stryver explained to his jackal that "I have other considerations about marriage" and then went to Devon with his considerate gentleness. At that time, the beauty and fragrance of flowers on the city streets can comfort the desperate, give health to the sick and the elderly, and give youth to the elderly. However, Sidney's footsteps are still wandering on that road, only because of his ideas, he has changed from wandering to aimlessness and become firm and powerful.
105. The bid for the Olympic Games was finally successful. At night, strangers run around telling each other and passing on the news of victory.
106. The lively Sanod style makes this ancient city look brand-new with the change of the new calendar, and the streets with wide rest are crowded with pilgrims from all continents.
At noon, two travel-stained people crossed its street under the swaying street lamp. One is Monsieur Defarge, and the other is a road repairman in a blue hat.
I stood outside the street door, watching when my love would come. When I saw you flying into my heart like a butterfly, I knew my love had arrived at that moment. I am waiting for you.
109. On the fifteenth day of the first month, the bustling streets were decorated with lanterns, the lights were flashing, the crowds were crowded, and people were enjoying all kinds of lanterns.
One hundred people are waiting, waiting in shabby huts, waiting in bustling metropolises, waiting in bustling streets, waiting in endless crowds. ...
1 1 1. The wide and bustling streets, rows of tall buildings and neon lights in the city make her envious.
1 12. Girls in single-parent families are mermaids. They grew up drinking bitter sea water and experienced some unknown sufferings. They can clearly see the dangers in life and sharks swimming in the street at night. Being alert and competitive makes them grow a shell with pearls in their hearts and tears on their pillows.
113, white light flows, and the increasingly hot empty streets are like black and white silent movies.
There are many shops on both sides of the street, and the carefully arranged windows are displayed in front of people like beautiful art exhibitions.
Our school is full of busy streets, which is not conducive to our study at all.
116, garbage is not allowed in this street, so it is forbidden and never compromise!
1 17. The pedestrians in the street are in a hurry, and some people have taken out their umbrellas. People disdain this common phenomenon.
The cleaner has thoroughly cleaned the street, leaving not a leaf.
His weather-beaten face is as black as the streets of Dublin.
One hundred and twenty, a person's winter, used to walking in the busy street after dark, lit a cigarette and leaned against the corner quietly, watching passers-by coming and going, watching those happiness that didn't belong to me, and tears unconsciously crossed my face. I used to have that happiness.