I saw it again on a familiar street.

In the night in the south, in the deep sleep in spring, I saw the old street, rippling back and forth like water waves, and the ripples gently beat my heart. Yes, many years have passed, and I miss that old street alone at midnight, as if I were overlooking my youth.

This short and narrow old street is about 5 or 6 buttonwood trees away. People with good eyesight can see from the south to the north. The pavement of the bluestone slab is uneven, and the shops along the street are also visible. The old marks on the blue tile and gray walls and wooden doors are hard to identify, and even the people sitting inside are mostly white bearded red crutches. If it is rainy, there will always be some water on the road that can't be discharged for a while, which is very annoying, so it is always necessary to carefully keep your eyes open when walking.

Unfamiliar people will definitely have a bad impression of this place, and there are troubles everywhere. Traffic, water and electricity, public health, etc ... are all unpleasant things hidden in daily life, big and small, and every detail contains triviality, narrowness, miscellaneous and stinging. However, the residents of the old street and those who know it well, especially the elderly, have great affection for the old street.

Their eternal living habits are preserved here. But the glory of the old street begins at dusk.

At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, crowds, cooking smoke, lights and all kinds of sounds exude a kind of visible and tangible prosperity, disorder and secularity, but it warms people's hearts as the night approaches. It's like this every day, no matter whether it's hot or cold in summer, it's windy or rainy. At this time, the street will slowly become active.

do you see it? Those shops whose lintels were blackened by fireworks started fires to boil water. Just like going to the battlefield, no one was backward. They opened the oven door, steamed steamed buns, arranged tables and laid wires ..., and the most eye-catching ones were the burden stalls that gathered here from the air. Oh, they almost moved out the whole house, with pots, pans, tables and stools, everything was ready, and even the water was packed in plastic barrels. Somehow, they are always more diligent in doing business than those in shops. Some of them are sisters, husbands and wives, or uncles. In short, they are relatives at home, and there is blood in their bones.

these flowing landscapes are like a touch of rosy clouds in the western sky. At a certain moment, people who are in them feel a little moved: they have a little awe-inspiring understanding of being alive, but this longing will pass in a flash, very light and continuous, like the wind. What's there to think about? People do business in an orderly way. They smile, think nothing, eat seriously, and the darkness spreads little by little, and the night comes.

They are the protagonists here, and they have reached a self-evident harmony with those shops. It's only three years' study time, and after they graduate, the next batch of people will follow.

They are passers-by like flowing water, and the old street bears witness to their most precious youth. They completed this old street.

a year or two later, when they revisited their old place as teachers, some people in the old street still knew them. For example, the fat boss of the bookstore could name them in one bite, and his good memory was as good as that of the day. And the proprietress of the jewelry store liked to befriend most. When she saw you, she asked, Are you busy with your work? Are you seeing someone? Other situations of meeting each other are very embarrassing, the owner of the hotel said suddenly with a livid face. When do you have another account to settle? The listener was ashamed and speechless for a moment. Yunnan rice noodles and cold rice noodles are sold by a couple from other places. For them who arrived after a long separation, the shopkeeper didn't notice anything. In their eyes, as long as they were customers, they treated them cheerfully. They couldn't understand their feelings of remembrance and nostalgia.

But the old lady selling dumplings frowned and asked softly, do you seem to have graduated from this school? Only this sentence, let the listener suddenly think of a big fear-time is like water, the world is long, there are always some friendships that are cut off. I finally got a chance to visit that old street.

However, a message dispelled my thoughts: My alma mater, Normal School, no longer exists! However, I still miss the old street, my classmates. Do you often see the past years in your dreams like me? At that time, the wind in the old street blew gently, blowing our bright smiling faces, and we thought that life was like this, fragrant, cheerful, intoxicated and endless. 2. I am familiar with this street composition

The familiar street

Walking on this familiar street, the sun shines on people's food stalls and fruit stalls, people's shouts, dogs' growls, children's playfulness and memories of laughter.

In this street in summer, the sun is scorching. People who set up stalls hold big umbrellas on the stalls. People passing by are holding ice cream in their hands and eating it with relish. The dazzling sunshine makes people unable to open their eyes. Several old people sit at the newsstand and play mahjong around a small stone table. "Hu!" This voice reached my ears, and this sentence made me feel kind.

In the evening, the lights in the milk tea house came on, the lights in the shop came on, and the small street became quiet. Adults who came home from work stopped at the food stall. "This ... well, this!" People used to point to the food they wanted, and after a while, they came out with plastic bags.

In autumn, the road is covered with fallen leaves, maple leaves and old leaves ... a yellow sea, mixed with a little red and green, and the leaves are yellow ... The wind is so strong that people can't move forward. Boom-boom-boom-the signboard of the shop falls, the big plastic bag on the roof slips, and people cover their eyes and move forward quickly.

That tree has become bare, and that big tree is next to a school. I remember that time our remedial class needed to have an off-campus class. A dozen children followed the teacher and sang songs, and the songs stopped. Several boys talked about computer games. kiya and I followed the team and tasted the ice cream carefully. It was a hot summer, and kiya and I were laughing and laughing all the way.

On a weekend in summer, I walked along that road with some friends and drank iced black tea that I just bought at the milk tea house. The cool tea moistened our hearts. "Let's go to the magazine shop!" A voice broke the silence, drumming-we ran to the magazine store, and in a short time we walked out of the magazine store with our beloved magazines and returned to this small street.

Today, I walked down this street again, in the street of kiya's school. I relived the bits and pieces in my mind. The wind was blowing, blowing my messy hair and blowing the past that had disappeared.

The street I used to walk on, the familiar street ... 3. Please help me find an essay on the familiar street. Thank you.

The familiar street

The autumn wind blew, and the trees on both sides of the street swayed. I walked along the long street and couldn't help looking up at those trees.

Although those trees don't have strong bodies, they still stand tall and straight. The extra branches seem to have been trimmed, making it look so "neat". After the swaying trees are baptized by nature, most of the leaves fall, and the remaining yellow and green leaves seem to be taken away by the autumn wind soon! The tree must be reluctant, but what can it do? Autumn wind is the messenger of nature, and the tree is just a "little doll" that can't walk, can't run, has life and soul but has no choice. Even if you don't give up the leaves that accompanied him through ups and downs and two seasons, how can you compete with nature? It can also be at the mercy of its term of office. Perhaps it also understands that it is not only nature that controls it, but also humans. When humans saw that it was crooked and didn't look good, they split it and repaired it. When he saw that he was in trouble, he cut it, euphemistically calling it: helping him grow. If you want to use it as an ornament, you can keep it. If you don't like it, you can cut it down to make furniture or something. What can it do in the face of all this? It is its only choice to acquiesce, bear, yield and let it be at its mercy! No! It should be said that it cannot be chosen! Another autumn wind blew, which woke me up unconsciously. The tree is still swaying in the wind, and then it seems to me to put on a sad coat, which seems so helpless. Yes, who wants to be a "doll" at the mercy of others? Even an immovable tree.

I would like to be an eagle and embrace the whole sky; Spread your wings and soar at sea; Standing on the top of the mountain, looking proudly and freely. Never be a tree that can't even control its own destiny. Write a composition on a river or street I know

A river I know

There is a river in front of my house. I don't know its name, but I often get along with it day and night, and we have developed feelings for each other. In my mind, it is a river carrying joy, sadness, happiness and hope. In spring, it is an angel of joy

Every time spring comes, the ice on its river is quietly torn off by last night's spring. The sleepy river wakes up. It is very happy. Did you hear that? It is ticking the trumpet of spring, and the fish and shrimp are awakened. The river is more cheerful with friends. See, it is leading the fish and shrimp to dance briskly. In spring, it is an angel of joy!

In summer, it is a sad gentleman.

Whenever summer comes, its mood becomes sad. In the morning, when the first ray of sunshine shines on the earth, it wakes up. At this time, it is still happy, but when the sun rises completely, it becomes sad, because it feels that the human heart is too bad. For its own sake, it does not hesitate to pollute it for its own convenience. Therefore, in summer, it is a sad gentleman!

Autumn is the messenger of happiness.

When autumn comes, the fruit on the fruit trees on both sides of the river is ripe. Boom, an apple falls into the river. It feels very happy and thinks: This is great! My fish and shrimps have something to eat! The fruit trees seem to feel proud of such achievements. "Hua La" a cool autumn wind blew, and the leaves on the tree fell down one after another, just like dancing butterflies, all of them fell on its body, and the leaves drifted away to the horizon. . Autumn, it is the messenger of happiness!

In winter, it hopes for a lady.

When winter comes, there is a thick layer of ice on the river. At this time, it sleeps. In the dream, it hopes that human beings will not be stubborn. If this continues for a long time, it will become a polluted river. It doesn't like this. What's wrong with playing with shrimp and fish in spring? With this hope, it fell asleep quietly. While looking forward to the arrival of spring, it looked forward to the early awakening of mankind ... In winter, it is the lady of hope!

But now the river is completely different from the past: its hope has not been realized, and all kinds of garbage are floating on the water surface, which pollutes the pure river in a mess. This is nothing. What is hateful is that human beings are still throwing garbage into the river continuously, dyeing the green river blue. In the polluted environment, fish and shrimp gradually die, and the river is in great sorrow. One night, it said to me: Woo-hoo ~ ~ "said here, it finally couldn't help crying ... I'm here to appeal loudly: Dear people, wipe the dust off your heart quickly and protect water resources together! I believe that as long as everyone pays a little, the world will become a beautiful home! No one wants to live in a dirty environment, so please protect the environment! The earth belongs to all of us, and it is our duty to protect it. Let's take action together! 5. composition a familiar street

how delicate and petite the birds are! In Beijing, I only see crows and sparrows.

sometimes I see woodpeckers. Here, however, the snow has not melted, and birds have come in droves.

the bluebird is the first one. Westerners regard the bluebird as the happiest symbol, which I think is the most appropriate.

Because the singing of the bluebirds euphemistically announces the news of spring. The robin's red chest, standing on the snow and grass, is extremely vivid.

The hummingbird is even smaller than the flower when it flies over the flower tip. Sometimes I look up and catch a glimpse in the mountain pavilion, and I only hold my breath and stand still, even dare not move my eyes. It seems that I am afraid that this fragile fairy will be scared away.

Besides, there are many birds with bright feathers. I have to be suspicious because I can't find their China names. Get up early before sunrise, and the mountains and valleys are full of light and beautiful songs.

in the hazy morning breeze, listening with your pillow makes people feel calm. Spring is a world of birds, and I have thoroughly experienced these two words: "Birds sing spring" and "I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds"! In our life, we love birds the most.

Among the roses and lilacs, there are nests of Qingdao and Zhigengque, which are built so low that you can reach them with your hand. I often visit the birds' families, but I never do anything to ruin their family happiness, such as stealing eggs and catching chicks.

I think I'm only leaving home temporarily, and my mother and father are already so concerned. If I were caught and locked in a cage and never came back, wouldn't my father and mother be heartbroken? I love myself, I love the chicks, I love my parents, and I love the chicks' parents! And what an interesting thing it is, look at the bird breaking its shell, with a yellow mouth and sparse feathers, which makes it look ugly.

They are extremely greedy, and they chirp in their nests all day long! So tired that his mother flew back and forth. As they grew up, their mother led them to the ground.

Their feathers are fluffy, and their calves stumble, which looks bigger than their mother. They are silly, jumping around with their mother.

Mother pecked a bug by chance, so they rushed over and scrambled to eat. Get up early mother taught them to sing, mother's voice is very tactful, their voice, but very silly.

These days, they can fly completely, sing, and know that they are foraging, so they don't bother their mother any more. When I visited them the day before yesterday, these chicks were no longer in the nest. They had built a new nest.

On the branches not far from their parents' nests, they often come to see their parents. And worms are cute, too.

pale pinkish purple's small butterflies, snails with round shells on their backs, buzzing bees, even frogs singing in the water every night and fireflies flashing among flowers are all extremely gentle and childish. If you love it, it loves you.

because they love children too much. Adults are too busy to play with them. Where does the text express the feelings that "I" and the bird want to be dear most? Write it down.

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