Nanjing Road is like an endless sea of lights, dotted with pearls and amber.
People come and go in small streets, like a flowing stream.
Cars of all styles shuttle back and forth on the wide road, like a colorful river.
A narrow winding street. Full of stench, through other narrow and winding streets, all the ragged people, all the ragged stench, all the scenes brewing diseases.
A tree-covered asphalt road reflects the shadows of trees.
There are several streets in the town that all look the same, and many alleys are the same as each other. The residents there are almost the same. They walked on the same sidewalk at the same time and left at the same time, making the same footsteps. They are doing the same job. For them, today is no different from yesterday and tomorrow, and this year is the same as last year and next year.
? Seen from the top of the lighthouse, those houses look like seagulls' nests. Ships are like beetles, but people walk on the Baishi Street like spots.
The neat and tall oil palm trees and phoenix flower trees along the street, like handfuls of natural giant umbrellas, form a beautiful avenue.
Sentences describing roadside scenery
1. Many camphor trees are planted in this city. I felt very monotonous at first, but now, I have begun to like this layout. When the sun swept across every square meter of land unscrupulously, I looked at the shadow of the thick green camphor tree, and then the world suddenly opened up. Only in recent years have other trees been slowly planted in the city. Without emotion, the scenery becomes complicated.
When I was driving on the overpass, I seemed to see a long ribbon, which was tightly draped on the chest of the city and firmly tied at the junction of the century. Its colorful hem is light and fragrant: one end floats to the developed east; First, guide the development of the western region; At one end, attract the prosperity of the south; One end, extending the opening of the north. ...
Paris is intoxicating, confusing and shocking. I think the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco is the most worth mentioning. Just a glimpse of a photo, so golden and beautiful, just like being built in the clouds, heaven and earth have become her foil, shining in the golden sun, making people unforgettable. It's magnificent, swallowing mountains and rivers. I didn't even dare to go to that place, for fear that the photographer who took this photo at that time would create beauty with superb memory, or that his own figure would pollute the scenery.
4. On the streets of the city, neon lights are flashing, and people come and go. Besides the hurry and tension during the day, under the cover of night, they are enchanting and indulgent! Teahouses, cafes, shopping malls, bars, discos, foot washing rooms, men and women, in droves, talking and laughing, indulging in joy and desire. There is a lot of ambiguity and madness in Shili foreign exchange.
The buildings here are like the temperature in these years, getting higher every year, and then looking up at the sky, I feel that the sky is getting smaller and smaller. I remember a sentence by Jing M.Guo in Summer Solstice: If a person stands on a land where the horizon is invisible, he will feel crowded but have no friends, so he will feel lonely in other places.
6. The complexity of orchestral strings, silk and bamboo, songs and dances that once flourished in the Potala Palace has disappeared, leaving only a figure that has stood for thousands of years, proudly and peacefully. So the prayer flags fluttering in the wind turned the Millennium story into a dance in the wind, sighing gently. This is the so-called simplicity, which is the true purity and calmness after the vicissitudes of life, without affectation, placed in the sun, harmonious and warm.