In the city of 2050, time flies in a hurry, like a magnificent waterfall, which can flow away in just minutes. The technology in 20xx will be thousands of times that in the past. At that time, I'm afraid it wasn't the city I knew-I couldn't even see the trace.
At that time, we could never see the flat and short adobe houses in the past. Colorful light shines everywhere, as bright as jewels, and I really want to hold it in my arms. Outside, you may not see the glass of this film, and a "red envelope" will grow anytime and anywhere, but under the sunlight, this glass reveals its clue-making the sunlight reflect back like an arrow and become a crystal hole in this land. Looking up from the bottom of the building, such a beautiful crystal goes straight into the sky, even hundreds of stories high and beautiful. At night, a beautiful' smoke' flower will play on the glass, dancing butterflies, just like a fairy falling from the sky, sitting in the hanging chair downstairs, feeling that the building will rotate, just like a graceful dancer dancing in the crystal.
In this city of 20xx, there will be no more traffic accidents and no more police. The road is full of ground action roads. As soon as the car gets on, you just need to choose the right position and the road will start. After the car arrived at its destination, it was unimpeded all the way, traveling at the speed of 100 yards per hour. You will only see thousands of cars swaying back and forth on your sides, dazzling you, and you can't tell which car is passing by. There is also a dining device on the road, which allows us to go up effortlessly, even in space, and there are exclusive passages.
The city in 20xx is no longer a city with serious air pollution and few green belts. Every building is full of potted plants, and the air is as fresh as in nature. The head of the plant will also show indicators such as moisture, soil content and sunshine, so there is no need to worry about the death of the plant due to improper care. When plants are watered, they will spit some colorful bubbles (air) to add a color. There are some magical seeds hidden in the air. When planted in a potted plant, it will instantly grow into a tree with star-shaped fruit.
In the city of 20xx, we will have a prosperous city and fresh air. Let's look forward to his arrival.
The city in 2050, composition 2 corresponds to the beauty of the city, perhaps the voice of the city.
Walking on any street, you can hear the harsh whistle of cars. So abrupt, like a sharp knife into my eardrum, my heart was suddenly pulled by it. Another example is the whistling arrow, accompanied by screams, which raises a cloud of dust and inserts it into the sky. Because people vent their troubles in life, racing people are more and more caught by people's sight. As early as when the Qingqi or sports car is not near, you can hear the faint engine sound. With the distance getting closer and closer, the engine sound gradually changed from roar to roar, and finally became roar, wrapped in strong winds and countless small particles raised from the ground, as if urbanites were struggling and shouting when facing the pressure of life.
This is the sound of the city that everyone's ears can capture, but is this the only sound of the city in your ears? No, as long as you have a heart full of yearning for beauty, you will certainly be able to taste the shallow singing of everything in the world.
It's already a light snow day, walking under the ginkgo tree on Beijing West Road, standing on tiptoe and stepping on sporadic sunshine. The old-fashioned bicycles around me creaked on the fallen leaves. The warm sun in winter, after passing through the sparse and dense leaves, is screened into small dots, which fall on pedestrians and withered ginkgo leaves. It seems quiet, but once the wind blows, they call to each other like children, jump and jump, and turn into light-colored flowers like elves, dotted with fallen leaves and passers-by. I walked along those spots, and the dead leaves under my feet made a "click-click" sound, crisp and clean, without any feeling of involvement, just like cutting off the knot hanging in my heart, and I felt a lot easier. Because happiness needs a simple heart. I suddenly looked up and saw a few brown balls hidden among the golden ginkgo leaves.
Is it ginkgo? I put on my glasses and looked at them carefully. It turned out that the sparrow was taking a nap! Sunlight is reflected from ginkgo leaves to them. If the sun has sound, it should be light and soft! Their furry texture is becoming more and more obvious, and their chubby bodies are really cute. It turns out that when we look around the rare birds and animals in the zoo, we forget such a lovely creature. I don't know what surprised them. They flew down from the tree at the same time, flapping their wings and hitting the leaves, leaving the branches still trembling slightly, and the rustling of leaves, so they chirped and drew a full stop in the dusk.
The sound of the city conveys joys and sorrows, and the silent world may be pale. Listen to this colorful story with your heart, and listen to the story of this city. ...
In the city of 2050, the sun woke up in the morning. In the morning, the rooster began to crow with the sunrise, the cheerful birds chirped at the window, the dogs barked, and the bees buzzed ... All the animals made different sounds at the sunrise, praising the beautiful morning. A new day has begun.
The sound in the morning is lively. The sound of cars, horns, the noise of children and the shouts of adults feel that this is the real city symphony. The sound at night is soft. In addition to the sound of several cars passing by on the road, adults and children all entered a sweet dream country. Many voices slowly disappeared in the middle of the night, and the whole city fell asleep. The sound of spring is cheerful. The animals wake up, the grass turns green, the flowers are in bloom, the birds are chirping and making pleasant sounds. The spring rain is falling, and the rustling sound echoes in my ears. Countless raindrops hit the window, crackling, forming crystal beads, falling along the eaves, making a crackling sound, as if children were clapping their hands, and the branches and leaves on the trees also made a clattering sound. The sound of summer is thunderstorm. When the thunder sounded, the rumbling sound startled me. I always feel that ray is going to split the building. The children cried and hid in their mother's arms. After the thunder and lightning, there are fresh air, clean cities, flowers, trees and beautiful rainbows. Oh, how happy I am!
The sound of autumn is a symphony of harvest. Harvester sound, sickle cutting rice sound, children's shouts of joy, adults' laughter, all kinds of voices converge into one, which is very pleasant to listen to. In autumn, leaves rustle down, just like golden butterflies flying in the air. After flying for a while, they were tired and landed on our heads, bodies and feet, and covered the ground with a thick carpet. The sound in winter is very cold. The wind whistling in my ear and the squeaking of stepping on snow at my feet. Face turned red, hands turned red. But the cold wind woke up the water, grass and trees ... the warm spring came.
In the city of 2050, the story of a livable city exists in the legend:
Behind my community is a small river. Grandpa said that once he caught eight catties of carp from it. The whole family ate two meals before they finished. But now the river is dark and smelly, and even the grass on the shore has withered. I'm afraid there are no fish in this river. Grandpa said that at that time, the river was clear, people did morning exercises by the river, and children often played in the trees by the river after school. Now that all these things are gone, he misses the days when he used to fish by the river.
There is a chemical fertilizer plant in the southwest of my community. My father said it was built in the year when I was born. So he is the same age as me. Since I had this neighbor my age, in summer, as long as it is windy in the south, no matter how hot the weather is, I dare not turn on the air conditioner, and the windows can only be tightly closed. Even so, there will still be a pungent smell of ammonia in the room. Dad said that in the previous summer, the front and rear windows could be opened at will, and the family ate, chatted and watched TV in the cool night wind. He misses the days when the natural wind blew.
The goods in the vegetable market have become dazzling, but my mother is very cautious when shopping: buy rice to see if it is coated with paraffin, buy sweet oranges to see if it is dyed, buy eggs to see if it is Sudan red, and buy steamed bread to see if it is smoked white ... ahem! Mom said that this was nothing before, and I miss the days when I could buy with confidence.
In the morning, the sleeping community is often awakened. Because someone's car was scratched, because someone's dog pulled shit into someone's garage door, because someone moved the flowerpot outside to dry it and it disappeared ... for various reasons, the abuse was almost the same. Grandma said that in the past, neighbors in the same building were familiar with each other, and everyone would take the initiative to say hello when they met, and rarely heard the sound of quarreling. She misses the days when her neighbors lived in harmony.
Clean water and air, healthy and safe food and harmonious interpersonal relationship are the minimum requirements for livable city life. Once so ordinary, now it has become a luxury.
I believe that the story of a livable city is everyone's "Chinese dream" in China today. This is not just a dream! With the enhancement of people's awareness of environmental protection, the development of social economy, the improvement of legal system and the improvement of people's moral level, it will be realized one day.
We look forward to this day coming soon!
In the city of 2050, composition 5 "Ahem ... a lot of exhaust gas from cars!" Smoked me to death ... ahem! " On the way to school, I couldn't help sighing: "If everyone didn't drive or take the bus, but walked or rode their own bikes, it would be great.". In that case, we not only keep the environment, but also exercise ourselves! Make yourself healthier and the city will be fine! "
"yes! Yes! Son, what you said is really good! " "ah! Where did the sound come from? " I looked around doubtfully, but I didn't find any pedestrians! ""Hey, kid! Stop looking, you won't find me! I am uncle cheng! " I can't help shivering when I hear this! Rubbed his ears and thought he was hearing voices! "You didn't listen to wrong! I'm so pathetic! Because Shanghai's technology is getting better and better, Shanghainese are almost too lazy to walk or ride bicycles now, but they have been driving their newly bought cars to show off and take the bus. Exhaust gas gives me a headache and brain swelling. In recent years, bronchitis has been unable to get rid of it, and it is uncomfortable every day! However, no matter what I do, people nowadays will not give up their beloved cars, ride bicycles or walk. If, in the future, I get seriously ill, it must be because of these unrepentant people who keep driving! "
"Uncle, don't worry! I will definitely help you! I will be a little volunteer and tell everyone not to drive all the time. Although my strength is not great, I can tell my parents, teachers and classmates to be like me, so that everyone will understand a little. At that time, your illness will get better slowly! "
"Kid, thank you! You are such a good boy! Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye! "
Jingle bell, the alarm clock is ringing! I rubbed my hazy eyes. Ah, so everything just now was a dream! But, Uncle Cheng, don't worry, I will definitely help you! Let everyone drive less and walk more, so that the environment will get better and you will get better! I promise!
In the city of 2050, the weather in Fuzhou is like a straightforward man, with meticulous rain, and then the sky is clear in Wan Li. Walking in the street after the rain, the canopy of the roadside newsstand was still dripping with water, dripping on the ground and on his washed jeans. His short hair is still clean and neat, and his bronze face has a warm smile. His daughter is about my age, but her legs are paralyzed. "What can I buy?" He asked with a smile. "A reader and ... er, a comic book." I said slowly, in fact, I don't have much money left, so I just want to help him. Help, right? I think so, too. "Well, here you are." He handed me the magazine with traces of time engraved on his hand. I put down my cell phone and handed him the money I had prepared. He took it with a smile and his eyes were as deep as the sea. What a silent man! I sighed.
The weather was bad and it began to rain. He ran all the way to the apartment, but he was still soaked to the skin. Nest back to the sofa, opened a new book, but suddenly jumped up. "mobile phone!" I exclaimed and dialed the number, feeling uneasy. "It won't be gone, what about the new Apple phone!"
Finally got through. "Hello." I froze in an instant. Isn't that his voice? I sighed. "Do you have your mobile phone?" "Well, I thought you would call, so I didn't go back. I am still at the newsstand. " "Oh, thank you! I'll be right there. " I hung up the phone, picked up my umbrella and rushed into the rain curtain. Near, near, I saw the newly painted newsstand in the distance. Under the light, the vicissitudes of life did not break the stalwart figure, and the corners of the mouth pursed into a stubborn arc. He looked at her daughter Xiao Ye with soft eyes; Xiao Ye seemed to feel something, looked up from the book, and father and daughter smiled at each other. Suddenly, she looked up. Even though her eyes are blurred, I can still feel her happy eyes. She raised a big smile and said, "There you are." This sound is like a silver bell, which falls in my heart. ...
Simple people, sincere heart, noisy city, this place is so quiet. The wind blew, with the sound of paper collision. In this city, on the newsstand in this city, the sound is so sweet. Newsstand, rain curtain, constitute a foggy scene, branded in my heart.
The city in 2050, the city has changed. The sea breeze blew into the window and on my face when I just woke up from sleep. Looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside, I took a deep breath, which was so fresh and refreshing.
This air reminds me of Beijing twenty years ago. The smog covers the sky, and everyone can't live without masks. People spend their days in smog. Until one day, the Beijing municipal government finally decided to move to the seaside, where the air is good, the environment is good, the wind is cool, and it is the first choice for livable cities. How much we look forward to it. ...
"mom! Breakfast is ready, come and eat! " My daughter's crying pulled me out of my memory. I took the breakfast prepared by the smart house, stared out of the window while eating, and looked at the house that could shuttle through the sea at any time, and I could reach the place I wanted at any time.
"Mom, can you take me to play today? I want to go to a place I have never been before. " I came to my senses, took the cup and took the last sip of coffee and said, "OK, mom will take you to Nanluoguxiang!" " "I put the place name into the house and it sent me there.
Open the door, facing us is the sea passage. I smiled and touched it, turned to look at my daughter and said to her, "Go!" Semi-circular glass windows and floating mats on the sea can easily reach the entrance of Nanluoguxiang in a few steps. Riding an electric scooter, my daughter and I looked down at the whole picture of Nanluoguxiang. "There are a lot of people, what place is it? Let's go down and have a look! " Following the direction of her daughter's finger, I saw one exquisite building after another, and the robot went out at the door. I can't help but sigh: Where are the original blue bricks and tiles? What about the voices of residents gossiping? It used to be a good place for drinking tea and chatting in a daze, alas! I gently took my daughter's hand, and her daughter looked at me blankly, completely unaware of what I was thinking. I said to her, "There have been shouts here, and many children get together. Everyone has a marshmallow and a candied gourd. Anyone who has one will be very happy when walking on the road! " Now I look at the bricks left by the bungalow, which were washed away by the sea. What about culture? We only care about the importance of ambient air, but forget our tradition.
Walking out of Nanluoguxiang, I couldn't help sighing when I saw the incomplete Forbidden City and Yuanmingyuan along the way. She won't understand my thoughts. The sea breeze blew on my face again.
With China becoming a developed country, China moved its government to Shanghai and turned Beijing into a diversified livable city. Dongcheng District and Xicheng District will be transformed into tourist areas of northern water towns. The main means of transportation will become ships and private jets. Due to the popularity of private jets, subways have also become underground rivers.
The construction of the new city is also quietly going on. At first, especially the residents of the old hutong had great opinions, but when they saw the floating quadrangles, their hearts trembled and people moved into the quadrangles in the sky.
Tomorrow, this place will be flooded. I stroking the Forbidden City and strolled to Nanluoguxiang. The clean street is empty except me, and the gray tiles seem to lament their life experiences. Almost all the shops have been emptied, except one antique shop for the final promotion.
The last three, buy it. The shopkeeper came over and asked. I looked at it. One is a blue and white official kiln porcelain bottle, and there is a bracelet. So I paid for it. The shopkeeper's expression suddenly darkened. This represents the end of commercial activities in Nanluoguxiang. Maybe I will be left in the history book twice. I hurried back with a porcelain bottle, only to find it in ruins. Weeds grew in the cracks in the bricks, and wild flowers bloomed on the dilapidated courtyard walls. In the depths of an alley, there are no more cards, but there is a chess game on a stone table, an alley tricycle is across the street corner, and a cruise pier is being built above me. I can't figure out why we should destroy the essence of Beijing.
I walked out of the alley and got on the private jet, only to see the stormy waves rushing like frightened wild horses, and the seawater poured into shops and gardens, turning the whole east-west city into the Wang Yang Sea.
After several years, Beijing is no longer short of water, and the ecological environment has reached the livable standard. It has become a fashion to change into diving suits with old friends, walk in the Nangong or row boats in the workers' stadium. I can't bear to go to Dongcheng or Xicheng, so I can only sigh on the levee around the city.
Beijing is still livable in exchange for culture. My hometown has also sunk into a place called Beijing Lake.
In the city of 2050, composition 9 returned to Beijing again, which has been 30 years later. I have no impression of that city, but I heard that with the development of science and technology, that commercial city has become more and more developed and has become a nationally recognized "livable city".
I returned to Beijing by private jet. In this era, land transportation has disappeared, and almost everyone has a private jet. When I set foot on the ground again, several robots surrounded me and helped me finish the housework. I didn't speak because their system was only set to "serve passengers" and there was no other choice.
I walked into a restaurant, an antique cabin. I sat in a chair with adjustable height and even lay directly on it, waiting for my friends, and I made an appointment with them to have dinner here. Suddenly I remembered the scene of everyone eating together: after school, everyone walked hand in hand to the convenience store near the school, and there was no high-end food. They sat on a bench without a backrest and shouted happily who would treat them. Thinking of these past events, my mouth slightly rose. I use gestures to control the holographic menu, which can display dishes in 360 degrees. Robots come to serve me and help me order. These robots are very high-end, wrapped in rubber, handsome in facial features, realistic in tone, and as natural as a speech.
When friends came, everyone smiled politely, then looked down at their mobile phones. Everyone ordered food and no one spoke at the dinner table. I looked around, and there was silence, and people were looking at their mobile phones.
When the food is served, the friends lie in their seats, and the robot is in step and kneels in front of everyone. Cut the steak into pieces for their friends and blow the soup to the right temperature. I want to refuse such thoughtful service, and I want to go back to that time when everyone was noisy. I want to go back to the scene where everyone is playing at will, not so clear, and everyone is immersed in that picture. Impossible, I pulled up my mouth and gave a wry smile. Those vivid memories in my mind become dim, and finally printed in my heart and recorded on slightly yellow paper.
I couldn't stand this depressing atmosphere any longer, so I left. In fact, no one cares. I look at this cold world, which is the so-called livable city, paralyzing people's nerves. Everyone is immersed in the convenience brought by high technology and forgets the beauty of simple life in the past. It may not be people who are suitable for living here, but their cold hearts.
City composition in 2050 10 since I made up my mind to make Beijing a livable city with greening and technology, it has completely changed in less than 30 years.
Today, I live on the 40th floor, the top floor of a building. Originally it was a floor overlooking the scenery, but looking out from the windows all around, it was all buildings. Yes, after the reconstruction of Beijing, there are all high-rise buildings. The gap of more than ten meters between buildings is all planted with green belts, and the smog no longer exists.
"Mom, take me to the Yuanmingyuan. Teachers should feel history when they leave homework. " Daughter's sweet voice came over. Livable city is so convenient, I have hardly been out of the house for so many years, just go and have a look. I agreed.
I got on the spaceship and took my daughter to Yuanmingyuan. There are almost no roads on the ground, and there will be no traffic jams in the air. High-tech will calculate the shortest route and will not collide with other spacecraft.
When I arrived at Yuanmingyuan Ruins Park, I shrunk the spaceship and stored it in the parking lot. There is no confusion in parking.
I was shocked when I walked into the Yuanmingyuan. Is this still Yuanmingyuan? Trees are planted on both sides of the roads here. Sitting in the special sightseeing bus of the park is like walking through the forest. "The park is quite good now." Before I could say it, I was stunned by the sights in front of me. The former wreckage was destroyed again. Putting a 4D 3D projection image on the former wreckage should not only look realistic, but also have a sense of texture. "This ..." I was speechless. "How beautiful!" My daughter went on with my words, but that's not what I wanted to say.
Yuanmingyuan now fully reproduces the appearance before looting with projection. Splendid palaces, Chinese-style buildings with red walls and green tiles, clean and elegant western-style buildings, and the fountain of the Chinese zodiac, which is spraying water, are really beautiful, but something seems to be missing.
What is missing here is the vicissitudes of history. Without the ruins, can it still be called "Ruins Park"? It's really beautiful here, but can we still remember the history? Children nowadays don't understand history. History taught at school is only used for exams. Is it still useful to live here again? No smog, no blue sky. Is anyone looking up at the sky in the tall building?
Back in the house, I looked out of the window and meditated quietly. Without history, this livable city becomes empty.
When I was fourteen years old, one of my favorite things to do was to sit on a skyscraper, move a chair and look at the tall buildings in the city, some taller than me and some shorter than me, and then look into the distance. At that moment, I heard the sound of the city. There is the starting sound of the car engine, the noisy voices in the street and the sound of atmospheric ionization, which make up a colorful symphony.
The voice of the city is the soul of the city, and different cities have different voices. In a Norwegian town in northern Europe, the sound of the city is the bell of the church; In Chiang Mai, the hometown of water market, the voice of the city is the cry of vendors; In Venice, there are many rivers, and the voice of the city is the voice of the boatman. These sounds bring life to the city, whether it is noisy or not.
When it rains in a city, look up through the big glass curtain wall. Maybe you can't see anything, because the window is as hazy as a bead curtain, and it is like an angel's skirt, swaying and fluttering. But you can definitely hear the rain. Or drop, or bump, or drop. The sound of the city is very beautiful at this time. Especially in Tokyo, on a rainy evening, I stood in the Tokyo sky tree, and the surrounding buildings stood like giants. Listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the glass and concrete floor, the white clouds in the distance faintly reveal the golden light of the sunset. The rain is gentle. When the rain stops and the city is silent, you can enjoy the beautiful scenery to your heart's content.
If the voice of the city is a glittering crown, then the music of the city is probably a bright pearl in this crown. When you happen to pass a magnificent building on a sunny morning, there is a beautiful piano music playing in it, perhaps "Adeline by the Water" or "Walking in the Woods". Listening to a burst of music, the sunshine of dawn shines on you, pulling out a long shadow on the ground, making you intoxicated in this atmosphere of harmony between man and nature until a crisp bird song rings in your ear. ...
The sound of the city is beautiful and sacred. Whether it sounds good or not, it symbolizes a city. Shouldn't we feel the sound of your city with our hearts? What can make a city better is its sweet voice.