The old Shanghai's prosperity like brocade, flashy as a dream, just like yesterday, today's Shanghai Bund is just like doing a big dream of disorientation and splendor ....... The following is the article I organized for you to write about the Shanghai Bund, I hope you like it.

write Shanghai Bund article: the old Shanghai Bund

world too many things, we guessed the beginning, but can not guess the ending.

About that charming dream, the dream is still extravagant and noisy ten miles of the ocean, the wind and clouds, treacherous; light and strange nightclubs, song and dance, drunkenness; quiet and serene Shanghai Bund, long polyester, not divided into day and night. Like that a period of time, lingering delicate Wu Nong soft language, bearing the vicissitudes of the breath of the alley, in which to be intoxicated, fell ......

That section of the sleeping past is floating in front of the eyes, the heart of the tear stains blurred a piece.

Recently, I have been particularly obsessed with the Republic of China, so I have read this article after reading "also zhengsheng". Bo Iu Zheng , a patriotic general, a loving husband. He is calm, wise, bold and atmospheric. He can make Yisheng say: I want to marry him, not because of escape, not because of repayment, not because of any other reason, really simply just because he is good enough to make me fall in love. It is true that there are touched by such a love affair. And then in the end of the light heart silently remember such a person, Ji Huan.

Knowing that you should not be greedy, but still uncontrollably enamored with that piece of tenderness. Maybe he himself understood this early, because half of the Japanese blood, in the back of his mother's hatred and national ambition was sent to China and inserted into the Jifu that moment, he was doomed to resist the reality of the cold, can not do self, then how about I force to bear, protect your safety is good.

The man who is graceful and gentle as jade has been manipulated by his grandfather to take drugs since he was a child. In his finally no longer restrained, escape, clear cognition of their own feelings when it is also the hands of the time to kill. He knows he can't love, he's not qualified, he can't afford to give her a future. So he in order to let her dead heart, let her watch himself and her sister to get married, let her people laugh in front of people singing the marriage toast. He's even less afraid of her hating him because he thinks he's, well, not worth it at all. How ridiculous that even he himself had never despised himself so much as to think himself that lowly. He could lynch his own bloody heart for thousands and thousands of knives, but he could not bear for her to be hurt for a single moment. His Yisheng is a treasure that he can't get enough of no matter how much he cares for and protects. He can be regarded as a love rival Bo Yi Zheng said: treat her well, she is worth your life to cherish. He could have gone to her for an appointment, knowing that he would die, but also determined to go.

If I meet you, after years, how will I address you? I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.

The flood of years you do not know him day after day to think of each other look at each other do not kiss each other, you do not know that the waking garden is the only place where he can truly face their emotions, but there are all your memories, you will not know that the escalator there is another layer of meaning: this life, we walk on two very different roads, no reentry, there is no crossover. But I will always look at you, I wish you well, until the end of life, we walk through this spiral staircase, can be in the other side of the death of the reunion, at that time, I am not able to hold your hand, together to go to the next life, and then the next life, the next life, the life of the world.

In the joy of that mutual love who noticed the lonely figure at the end of the lights. And who has thought of his childhood, in others are carefree by the family spoiled in the palm of the hand, the white master ordered him to drink the medicine when the ruthlessness and determination, blithely disregard that is his own grandson, but only a puppet. And her mother had to remember her hatred all the time to avenge her. In the end, he killed his father and he became a hated traitor. He let Yizheng drink the abortion pill, not because he didn't love Yizheng didn't love the unborn child, not to help Yisheng avenge the loss of his son and make his mother in law regret it, but ...... He didn't want his child to become another one without a self, manipulated by others all his life. Then his wife died again, who can completely understand the bitterness in his heart?

His whole life ......

Neither is living for himself.

So death, for him, is a relief. Let him go to the ground and sink into a deep sleep with an unknown identity.

The next life, is it possible to hold your hand, walk together ......

I know at the moment of death, his heart must be happy.

Looking across the river, how many past events float to the surface, and how many things sink to the bottom of the river unknown. The river is still quietly beat, beat in my heart, although not born in that era, but for that era of the legend of admiration, yearning.

May the near future, I can thin down, wearing my favorite plain cheongsam quietly walk through the stone road, gently caressing the endless vicissitudes of the lane of the white walls and black tiles, with it a moment with the breathing .....

Write Shanghai Bund article: floating Shanghai Bund

Walking off the train, a cold wind came, I can not help but play a shiver, dragging the small box, stepping on the heavy pace, walking alone in this strange crowd, lost in this strange city?

(A) fall residence rough house

Early spring in February, the city of Shenzhou drizzle disorientation, the cold wave came, it is the first warm and cold time, the sycamore tree leaves tender yellow vaguely, the new green quietly bloomed, signaling the vitality of the vigorous, that is, the spring buds to be released at the time of the season.

The wind is awe-inspiring, the rain is drifting. A person, into the low house, the rain kept falling from the eaves, drip drip drip knocked on my dark blue windbreaker, full of fatigue, woeful.

I, sitting alone on the yellowish single Monmouth bed, looking around the simple furnishings, opposite a small table, the roof is full of dust, dirty walls, dark black floor, the house is dark and dusky, cloudy and wet, especially on rainy days, dirty and messy. In front of all this, I was dumbfounded, this nearly ten square meters of rough room, actually, I came to Shanghai to live in the home.

Outside the window, the sky is full of fog, gray and cloudy, but the only thing I can see is that the miserable rain pattering down, along the broken glass windows sliding down.

All said, Jiangnan spring rain, willow; said, Shanghai warm romantic, flowers. But the neighboring Jiangnan is only a step away from Shanghai, but let me feel lost in the drift, cold loneliness. This early spring winter, the cold wind, like a cold needle penetrated my bone marrow, let a person feel a burst of trembling.

For the first time, encountered such a cold day, so wet, so cold, can not help but think of the distant hometown at this moment is the spring season, is the spring bright, green; think of the gray hair of the parents at the moment is for the home of the labor; think of the new semester son at the moment is listening to the teacher's lectures lovely look. Think of these, as the eldest son of me, as a father, I feel sorry for the elderly parents, ashamed of their young son. Sometimes have to admit, in order to survive, people will make such cruel cruel choice, leaving flesh and blood is a heartbreaking pain. In this way, sadness and joy, far away from home, my soul has become a wandering state. Although. That is. I can't help it.

At this moment. Home, but from me so far away, simply out of reach.

People, in times of trouble, there will always be some small feelings. When I think of my own scenery, the sound and color of the dog and horse those days, like a gentleman as a show of force, envy and jealousy. And now, he even in order to survive, but drifted alone in this residence, really thirty years east of the river, forty years west of the river. A sense of obscurity and shabbiness arose, long echoed in the heart?

(B) the bitter road to survival

Life, as if drifting in the sea, sometimes, even you do not know where to drift.

The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley. At first, I can not say why, only that the place is worth seeing, it is worth breaking into a time. People to the middle age, there is not much time for you to think far and wide, there is not much energy for you to think forward, there is not much capital for you to start again, and then do not go out to walk, see, they will be beaten back to the primitive era. So, if you are alone, even if it is a mountain of fire, you have to clench your teeth, be firm and persistent, go forward and never look back.

Shanghai, this is a place full of temptation, but also a city full of materialism, wine and color. Her actuality and reality, let you feel the coldness of the earth, the indifference of affection. Catty, calculating, ego self-consciousness of the thick, written all over the city petty delicate, bleak beauty, cruelty and ruthlessness.

Finding a job in Shanghai can be difficult or easy. Maybe it varies from person to person, maybe the luck is good, in short, the only way to go all out, from the Internet, from the job fair. For the first time, into the 10,000 people in the sports center, a sea of people, from a group of anxious eyes, let you have a kind of hard road to survive.

Interviews. The first test, retest. Routine, boring. In the round, in hundreds of candidates, the lucky arrow shot to me, happy, but also make fun of themselves, so random and meaningless repeated interviews, so that the development of the company is full of confusion. The first time I worked in Xujiahui, one of the busiest commercial centers in Shanghai. It is the first time to go to work, especially in this talented, masterful city, can not help but have an invisible competitive pressure. So, seriously, little by little, earnestly, hopefully, with their own hard work in exchange for sweetness.

In Shanghai. People. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the government. In this car to and fro in the city, the most embarrassing is to squeeze the bus, especially in the summer, sweating like a note, the whole body soaked. You on, I down. You squeeze, I crowd. Swarming, full of a group of black shadows are shrunk in a bloated carriage of about twenty square meters, dizzy, even breath can not breathe. That kind of scramble, defiant, you die for me to live the feat, you can really let you eye-opening, that kind of performance, simply is the animal world of the beast's hideous face of the primitive portraits.

In Shanghai, the more difficult thing is the feeling of being rejected. For those foreign workers, they are often owed wages by their bosses, not to mention entitlement to pension benefits, as typified by my first organization in Shanghai. The boss is indifferent to us foreign workers, especially when it comes to payroll time, without saying a word, with that zombie face, as if we owe him something, payroll is the truth that we will never compromise. Waiting for paychecks is a feeling that not everyone can relate to. The kind of wait and wait, and then wait, solemn plus promise, or wait again. Finally waited until the person in the heart is not in the time, waiting for just a bitter suffering, a loss of dignity. All of this, just for the daily survival of the living, the monthly breadwinner.

Life is such a bitter torment; on earth, it is such a cold and heartless. But people must live to live with dignity, a person even personality and dignity are gone, life will have hope? For this reason, the day I received my own salary, it is when I resigned. In the face of this kind of company, just six months time, I even changed three, this kind of slippery world, really make people laugh and cry. Resignation, although faced with the crisis of survival, but the feeling of ease, as if a wisp of light wind, in the journey of earthly wanderings, light brush.

(C) Drifting in the rainy season

Drifting, always in the rainy season.

The wind and rain drifted through the world, and I sailed away from the city. I am like a lonely goose, from the south to the north, from the South China Sea to the East China Sea, from the mountain to the water; drifting through the empty blue sky, through the empty clouds; climbed over a green mountain, walking through a stream river. Trekking across the mountains, across a road of green mountains and water, walking through a can of country roads, only to, drifting in the rainy season.

Half a year of wind and rain, so that I learned to feel the rain in the rain waves in the nourishment, the cool breeze, a burst of drenching, a touch of rain sweet, all in the rainy season in the zero self-flow. From Pudong's Nanhui to Puxi's Qingpu, from the south of Jinshan to the north of Jiading, stepping on a subway landscape, boarding a full of crowded buses, shuttling in the rain and wind, that light melancholy, pale pungent pungency, when inadvertently overflowed the eyes, sprinkled to the city of this fluttering rainy season.

The color of summer, the blue dream, that is their own childhood growth of blue sky and clouds, brilliant innocence.

Shanghai June day, like the wind like clouds and rain like, rainy and cloudy for some days. Every summer, there is always so a month of rainy season, good two or three days, the turn of the eye is again cloudy and foggy. Time, in a spinning afternoon, the depression of the hot day ushered in a torrential downpour of rain cleaning, the sound of the east hit the west of the thunder at first, the earth shook and shook, roaring thunder, as if the Lord to the world of indignation of a kind of injustice. A cool summer rain, moisturized those good and pure heart.

The rain is falling, the wind is blowing. Drifting in the wind and rain, so sweet and beautiful.

Drifting in the rainy season, there will always be a clear morning, the ray of sunshine quietly full of the window climbed in, softly kissed your face, knocked awake your dreams, so you feel as if it is a refreshingly bright morning, the state of mind is as pure as the azure sky, the spring as sweet.

The wind is blowing and the rain is falling. Drifting in the wind and rain, so dismal, so chilling.

Shencheng rainy season, but let you feel its unpredictability, a good all of a sudden make you look completely different, say change on change, faster than the flash wedding, a little bit of love is not to you. Bright morning, when you hurriedly wash your face clean, is trying to go out, suddenly, the world a dark cloud rolled rolled, dark, thunder struck up, and then around the chaotic cries continuously, the head of the black thick cloud pressure you can not breathe, pattering by the point with the face of the rain particles to the earth. Rain and wind is like a fight, it is simply a scene of brutal and ugly interests on earth.

Rain, non-stop in the drift, not slow and colorful sprinkles, written in the city's mood, ink painting as poetic. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. By the way, piggybacking that a "sense of fatherly love", a breath of dozens of pages, that touching story, like a warm current in my heart flow?

(D) night Huangpu River

Spring to winter, in the time of the rapid passage of time, sent away the rainy season, into the neon Lujiazui. This piece of glorious scenery, but let me more calm and firm, no longer by the city of red men and women, sirens and dogs charming desire to confuse, no longer by those who are dressed in Chu Chu, ghosts of the rogue elite intimidated.

Standing in the dozens of layers of office looking at the Pudong sparkling night scene, a person quietly watching the mesmerizing night scene, the only taste of this piece of meteor garden, that is a kind of pungent solace, but also my first step towards self-confidence, always the first step of their feet.

? Ten miles of lanterns a look at the collection, high-rise colorful reflecting the river flow ? This poem is a true reflection of the Bund in Shanghai. The night scenery of Huangpu River is very beautiful, there is a kind of style intoxicating warmth, there is a kind of style after the splendor. Every night, many tourists visit the Bund on the banks of the Huangpu River, the face of the long street on the car to and fro, endless streams, looking at both sides of the Huangpu River far away from the colorful lights, the change of confusion, that straight into the sky concrete forests in the neon lights under the neon lights decorated with neon, as if it were a colorful portrait of the picture, bright and brilliant, it was a passionate romance, proud of self-congratulation.

Standing in Puxi, looking at Pudong. The entire Huangpu River, freighters and cruise ships keep shuttling past, across the river is the nationally renowned Oriental Pearl TV Tower, which towers over the clouds like a fine needle straight through the night sky with its echo is the 88-story Jinmao Tower, in the brilliant river to see such a night, but also to see a vibrant and majestic scene, an Oriental splendor shaped with the characteristics of the heart there must be a burst of The ripples, gusts of excitement, this is China's most prosperous and most spectacular and most real picture of the beautiful blueprint of the pith and winks.

Turn around and look back at the Bund, these stories with the color of history of the Bund, y frozen by a heavy mood, as if to let a person see the 1930s, the war scene, once a deep pain in the heart of the Chinese children?

The cold wind, the only look back at the old things before walking.

Last night's lingering, is the past me.

Life is still as charming; the world is empty. In the dark, destined to your rich or poor, bitter, destined to your success or failure.

Heaven and earth is still that heaven and earth, the green mountain has not belonged to that piece of green water, the country is still that country, but the home is not that cozy home.

Always believe, not a cold wind to the bone, how to get the plum blossom Park nose incense.

The appendix of the quiet night, pure brilliant lights, night Huangpu River like a long colorful dragon decorated with bright appendages in the urban night sky?

The beautiful Shanghai Beach

My mom brought me to Shanghai on business. Today, my mom said she was going to take me to the world-famous Shanghai Beach, and I was especially eager.

After dinner, the night fell, we took the car to the Shanghai Beach. Only to see the tourists weaving, brilliant lights, a prosperous scene.

We squeezed through the crowds to a cruise ship, ready to cruise the Huangpu River. I excitedly boarded a ship named ? The Rose Princess? I excitedly boarded a cruise ship called "Rose Princess" and climbed to the top to feel the gusty night breeze of the river's scent. The tourists were sitting around, all of them were excited to speak freely about the scenery on both sides of the river. I couldn't help but hum a little tune along with my mom.

After a while, the cruise ship slowly started, I look far away, only to see the two sides of the high-rise towers, in the neon lights under the package is very brilliant. I ran to the bilge, leaning against the side of the ship, looking at the bottom of the river, the river is unfathomable, in the ship drove past the ripples, curious and fear. I ran up and down the river and sat down to enjoy the food with my mom. Before I knew it, an hour had passed. I was reluctant to get off the cruise ship.

When I went ashore, my mom took some beautiful souvenir photos of me, leaving me with memories that will last forever.