Street stories

We often see many beggars in the street: some are old and weak; Some have broken arms and legs ... They are in rags and can't work, so they should be helped. But in the street, sometimes there are some special beggars. You can also contribute

One day, my mother and I went to Hualian Department Store. When we arrived at the railway station, we saw a girl who looked like a middle school student begging on the side of the road. There was a piece of paper in front of her that said, "I need two yuan to go home. Please have mercy!" I saw pedestrians coming and going, and my heart trembled: no passerby gave this girl money! My mother pulled me and said, "This girl must be cheating, look!" " I looked at the girl carefully and immediately changed my previous view: this girl has a pretty face, clean clothes and no disability. Why not work to earn money? She looks more than 189 years old, and she is an adult! She could have worked to earn money. She is just lazy! It suddenly occurred to me that I saw a news on TV the other day: some middle school students were begging on Zhongshan Road. They had sound hands and feet, but they didn't want to work. They said they were going to find their classmates, but when the reporter wanted to make a phone call for them, they refused. This shows that they are cheating. At this time, my mother told me to look back. When I saw it, my heart trembled again: Two middle school students gave the girl money! Don't they find that this girl is a healthy person who can work? Didn't they find that the girl was a liar? Alas!

I think: everyone should have their own dignity, earn their own dignity with their own hands, and should not beg from passers-by in the street without dignity. I think of the text we learned in our Chinese textbook last semester: "For His Dignity", in which the hostess helped a one-armed beggar find his dignity. The beggar in the article is missing an arm! But beggars in real life have sound hands! ! Even a beggar with one arm can find his dignity. Why can't a beggar with sound hands? Dignity is what everyone needs. We can't give up our dignity by patronizing our immediate interests. Street scenery composition 8 words

"Selling tofu! Stinky tofu! " "Sugar-coated haws, delicious sugar-coated haws!" The stall owners seem to be in a competition, and the cries of selling are one after another, one above the other.

My mother and I came to the snack street in the north gate of the mall to celebrate Christmas and let our stomachs enjoy some happiness.

ah! We were startled. This is not a "snack world", a whole "world of flowers and flowers"! Isn't it? White, black and green plastic bags are flying all over the sky, and people will step on them from time to time when they walk. People haven't finished eating and throw food on the ground, which is really disgusting.

Some people are frowning and walking with pants. Some people hurried by, splashing some mud on people's clothes, and the people in white coats immediately became 11 Dalmatians; Others saw this and made a detour.

Mom jokingly said, "This' landscape' can become a tourist attraction, and I think it is most appropriate to call it a' garbage factory'.

"We tiptoed carefully, walking deep and shallow, to prevent the" attack "of mud ideas, and also to be alert to the" attack "of the food waste corps.

Finally, I found a snack bar and began to treat my stomach.

After a struggle with food, we wiped out all the food on the table, leaving only empty camps-bowls and plates.

"where do you throw the toilet paper?" I said with the paper that wiped my mouth.

"Just throw it outside the door!" The boss said rudely.

"No trash can?" I asked doubtfully.

"If you need any trash can, just throw it outside the door.

"He's still that cruel.

I walked outside the door and searched for a long time, but I didn't see the "rare" trash can, so I went to the corner and put the paper down gently before I left.

"Boss, pay the bill!" Mom said.

"ok!" I saw him neatly put away the dishes and chopsticks, poured the soup into the bucket, dumped it, shook it again, and threw the rest of the dishes and chopsticks in the place where the garbage "gathered" outside the door.

"* * 6 yuan!" Mom took out the money and gave it to the boss. The boss wiped two oily hands on the apron, took the money cheerfully, stuffed it into his pocket, and greeted us with a big smile.

in the street, there are no more pedestrians.

looking at this shopping mall that looks like a garbage dump, I felt a burst of anger in my heart, which led to a flash of sadness.

I'm angry that people don't know how to protect the environment, and they don't know how to protect our lovely earth, so that the gorgeous and brilliant streets have become places where people retreat.

I am sad. People's lack of environmental protection has left Mother Earth scarred and riddled with holes. People's lack of environmental protection makes that beautiful street scenery our regret.

China culture is a wonderful flower in the world. The streets of China are filled with the history of China and the tradition of China, which is really not a beautiful scenery.

And this beautiful scenery has been destroyed by people's lack of environmental protection.

when can I see this gorgeous and splendid street scenery again? Nanjing street composition

Nanjing is very hot in summer, and the temperature challenges people's limits aggressively.

The food in Hangzhou is burnt, and the pavement in Shanghai can fry eggs.

But in Nanjing, you can feel the coolness brought by people's leisurely life.

people in Nanjing don't like getting up early.

office workers, student parties, even street vendors and elderly people who do morning exercises will not be active in the streets until seven or eight o'clock.

The saying "the early bird catches the worm" is not effective in Nanjing. It is difficult to buy food and shop in the early days.

It is very difficult for the stressed Central Chinese to adapt to Nanjing. They get up at four or five o'clock and have no food to buy or eat.

It's hard to stay up until seven or eight o'clock, and the talents in the street gradually become active, but it's still sparsely populated and deserted.

if I live here a little longer, my figure will be uncertain.

I can't help sighing: Nanjing is so leisurely! Nanjing people who love to enjoy food will not miss any delicious food on the tip of their tongue.

friends get together in groups of three and five, and search for their favorite delicacies in the streets.

It is premature to have a cage of juicy and fleshy soup dumplings and a bowl of fragrant and sweet red bean dumplings in the morning. At noon, take spicy chicken, lion's head, catfish and bullfrog as a hearty meal; Call a few friends in the evening, go to Xinjiekou, and deji plaza will have a good time in the restaurant.

From time to time, you will encounter some unique flavor dishes or various snacks.

The special snacks in Nanjing food stalls, grandma's private hangzhou dishes, and the sweet Jiangsu and Zhejiang dishes, whatever they are, will make people relish and forget, and repeat customers often queue up at the door of the store.

Every restaurant will come up with new tricks to relieve customers' anxious waiting. Some restaurants will install a row of computers for customers to entertain and kill time, while others will show movies to kill time.

and the most interesting thing is the interesting calling system in some restaurants, such as "Grandma called you for dinner!" at Grandma's house. Please be seated at the food stall in Nanjing.

"This system not only brings a little pleasure to customers, but also adds a unique and rich flavor to this restaurant.

Nanjing, how delicious! Eleven or twelve o'clock at night is when people are asleep.

But coming to the "1912" area will definitely overturn this fixed rule.

"1912" is an area where bars gather, so the atmosphere here seems to be in the middle of the afternoon, with busy streets, noisy crowds and colorful lights. Everything is built for young people.

It has become a habit and custom for young people in Nanjing to drag a group of friends straight to "1912" at night.

Walking in the ancient buildings, some people are watching football and sharing their excitement, others are holding wine bottles and sharing their happiness, and some people are chatting and sharing their unique humor.

Perhaps the brightest place in Nanjing city at night is the irresistible vitality of the young people in "1912"! While some people are sleeping deeply, the nightlife of young people is starting.

Nanjing is so energetic! Living in Nanjing, you don't have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation. No matter how late it is, the bus that stays up all night and the subway that closes late will wait there silently to help those who come home at night.

Everything in Nanjing is so leisurely and comfortable. It's nice to live in Nanjing! A familiar street composition

A familiar street is just more lonely than ordinary people can feel. Walking through the street is so strange, but I face strange faces. I don't feel disgusted, but I feel lonely. I like to see cherry blossoms falling on my shoulders, but now it's cold autumn, and I can't feel the original happiness. I like to let pink surround me, but now that's just my fantasy. Maybe it won't come true again. I'm just a buried bird in the crowd. Some people care about my departure, and I don't know when this vast road will end, so that I can stop and rest. The scenery on the roadside disturbs my thoughts and reminds me of the previous story, which is a sad ending and my own wrong choice. I should just look at it silently. I should just walk silently on the street I love, look at their beauty and wish them well. Now it will all be the past and will never belong to me. It will be the continuation of my life and my eternal memory. The sky is shining, and it is still a campus I am familiar with, a campus that has been with me for six years. Although it makes me sad, Let me down, but I still walked there in the silent call, which has my memories. It's not like the hustle and bustle of the street, but there is a quiet and faint feeling of sadness that I like. I have left here and walked through a strange school, but the outline of the campus has emerged in my eyes. I came here for the last time to say goodbye to you and drive away the fatigue. I was still a happy girl. My confusion has ended. I have found the exit in the fog. Although it took me a long time, I still chose. I chose to leave the cupboard in the street shop with a smile. My favorite dress is still there, and it is so familiar with lavender with a little blue pattern. That is my favorite color. It is the power of my life. I walk away slowly ... leave ... leave ... and write a composition on street vendors. How to write it well? Give a few examples.

Vendors selling hair cakes will meet many people in their lives. Some people pass you by, some meet you by chance, and others impress you deeply.

that's him-the peddler of hair cakes.

at first, I didn't pay much attention to him.

every day when I walk to the front of school, I can always hear a loud and vigorous voice: "I sell hair cakes! Sell hair cakes! " I think it's noise, because it's so loud in the early morning. Isn't it disturbing to make others sleep well? But gradually, I found that my classmates talked more about him: "Hey, the hair cake made by the vendor selling hair cakes at the school gate is delicious.

have you eaten? " "Oh, eaten.

and the price is quite cheap.

""Really? " "It is really true.

"... after a while, I began to pay attention to him.

There is always an endless stream of people coming to his place to buy hair cakes every day.

finally, one day, I was so hungry that I couldn't help but buy hair cakes.

"buy three cakes.

"He packed it neatly. I took the bag and went to get the money.

I just put my hand into my pocket, and I'm confused.

"No money!" I looked at him. He was filling another person with a cake.

I looked embarrassed and stood there like a statue, thinking about what to do next.

before I could speak, the vendor seemed to know what had happened.

He said, "You can eat those three cakes first. It doesn't matter. You can also give money tomorrow.

"he said, and immediately pushed the car and shouted elsewhere, leaving me standing there.

The next day, I took fifty cents to school and met him again, so I handed him fifty cents: "Thank you, uncle.

"I can't help asking," Since your hair cakes are so delicious, why don't you open a shop to save running around?

"Just listen to the uncle's reply:" It's because it's delicious that I want to go everywhere for everyone to eat.

if you open a shop, there will only be one place where people can eat it.

wouldn't you say so, junior? " I think about his words slowly, and I seem to realize something ... Street Artist Composition < P > It rained all night last night, and I feel a little cold this morning.

It's cloudy and covers the earth, and it's drizzling from time to time.

Although it has been half a month since autumn, this kind of weather is rare after all.

so I decided to go out for a walk.

The air was particularly fresh after the rain. I took a deep breath and felt indescribable comfortable.

all kinds of trees.

flowers and plants, like a good bath, look more energetic.

When we walked to the street where the road was being built, colorful umbrellas were spread out. They were like beautiful little mushrooms, making the street more beautiful.

I walked alone in the street, and I never felt the scorching summer: people wore shirts and trousers, and some put on a coat.

After the rain, the ground is pitted, and pedestrians and vehicles are sparse and moving slowly.

cyclists are even more cautious, hunching their shoulders, clamping their arms and keeping their eyes on the front, for fear of getting into a puddle accidentally.

I walked straight ahead. When I came to the intersection in front, I suddenly saw a group of people pushing a big truck full of goods. The big truck was deeply trapped in the pit. While pushing, everyone shouted, "One, two, three!" I walked and looked back, secretly cheering for them.

At this moment, however, a middle-aged man riding in front of me lost his hand because of a puddle, and his bicycle fell to the ground, and he himself fell heavily.

The thermos bottle tied to the bicycle fell to the ground, but the thick soup inside spilled on another young man's high-end suit, which was stained with oil.

Passers-by slowly stopped to watch the excitement, and everyone thought that a "verbal war" was about to happen again.

Unexpectedly, the young man didn't care to wipe the oil stains on his body. Instead, he quickly bent down to help the middle-aged man up and asked with concern, "Is the fall heavy? Does it hurt? Do you want to go to the hospital?" The middle-aged man quickly said to the young man, "It doesn't matter to me. I was just in a hurry to deliver meals to patients in the hospital. I accidentally ... I'm so sorry for your nice suit ... I'm so sorry.

"People turned their eyes to the young man again, only to see him take out his handkerchief from his pocket and wipe his suit.