The sun shines on every corner, along the dirty path. The uncle who sells breakfast is as busy as ever, but very happy.
Whenever he sells a fried dough stick or a bowl of soybean milk, he laughs and twists the change in his pocket. People on the road are busy catching their own way, with a fast pace and full of rhythm.
I wandered aimlessly in this familiar street. The body is already tired.
But I don't know where the real resting place will be. I don't know if that distant heaven will open for me.
The girl selling flowers fiddled with pots of fresh and beautiful flowers in front of her. She always comes out early. Because the flowers in the morning will look more gorgeous.
When I pass by here, I always like to go to her, ask the price of some unknown flowers, and then tell her some jokes to make her squint and say, "You are so funny …" But today I just want to stay away from her. Because it makes her more beautiful.
It may also be that there are countless bright flowers against it, showing the ruddy lips more and more. The longer you stay in this street, the more comfortable you will feel.
Maybe it's because I've been depressed at home for a long time, and it's hard to get some air. There were no hawking and shouting, and the street was not crowded because I came early.
There was hardly anyone here before nine o'clock. But business people must come early, occupy the site and put the goods in order.
Although the breath of spring is near, the cold still makes people tremble. Cars are lined up on the side of the road. I wonder how spectacular it will be if they are pushed down.
Someone took out a small cage from a big woven bag, which contained rabbits or cats. Very small and lovely.
And very weak. I've always liked these things.
It's just that our family can't raise so many. For now, the clown cat at home has spent a lot of energy. There are more people and noise in this street.
But to me, this noisy sound is very real. Is it still human without noise? Slow down.
I want to really feel where I am. This is not my little room. I can only look at the sky overhead through the window.
When I feel cold, I will close the window, then turn to one side and eat the words in the book with a book. I have been walking this long street for more than ten years.
But I feel different every time, but I can't describe it. In other words, I have never observed the surrounding environment as carefully as I do today. I think it would be good if I could keep doing this, because I need excitement.
But where is the end? Shopping malls, supermarkets, small stalls, those stall owners look at people coming and going in the past, and their eyes show very complicated expressions. They stared at the pile of goods in front of them for a long time, and the dust fell on it, but no one came to see it and asked about the price.
Rabbits huddle together to keep out the cold, but the little girl selling rabbits can only stare at the snack bar across the street. Steaming pancakes and all kinds of barbecues, she must want to try them.
But not a rabbit was sold for a long time. It is not that people don't like it. Maybe they are too busy to look after small animals.
Now that I am in this world, can I go back? If you can't be born, how will the small animals choose-if they can choose? The fortune-teller's stall owners set off, all talking about their abilities.
There are also a few people who are willing to see it. Spending some money is a virtue. Let the great gods point the way. After all, if you want to follow a certain road, it is necessary to give directions. It's that people's life is too short, and everyone is afraid that one step will make a mistake.
The sun is starting to glare. But the wind is cold.
Sunlight can shine through the glass into the house, but it can't penetrate the heavy mood. Spring has come, but it can't take away the cold winter in my heart.
Maybe just tired. I think.
When can I have a carefree day? In this chaotic and not so clean street, maybe you can meet one or two beautiful things. That's what I thought.
Paper-cutting, New Year pictures and clay sculptures are all interesting, but I don't want to take them home. I think I'm the only one who can take it home.
Turning around, I saw the peddler pushing the tricycle far away-there was no place to put it in the future. I slipped onto the sidewalk and walked straight home.
Go home. At least it can be warmer.
Small traders will think the same. A warm place is home, but you can't make money by staying at home.
The busy figure in the street gradually disappeared from my sight. But I can still see someone shaking hands and someone patting the dust on the goods.
It's too difficult for people to live. It's easy to be born, but it's hard to survive.
The study is far from being so lively, only depressing. It's easy to get out.
But looking around, I really want to find a place to hide. The outside world may not be beautiful, but it is real.
But this truth is also painful. The second is the street scene that suddenly appeared in the rain. The afternoon with light rain reminds me of the scene of writing articles in the department computer room a few months ago. At that time, I was so busy with an emergency that I forgot to bring my umbrella. At that time, the rain fell from the sky like a whole waterfall, and the feeling of this rainy scene seemed worse than the real waterfall in the forest.
At that time, the street view was very vague, and the heavy rain covered about 80% of my sight like dense fog. So, for me, the scenery at the intersection of Roosevelt Road and Xinsheng South Road is as pale gray as it is, leaving a very vague impression on me. Remember what I once said about transparent prayer? I hope the heavy rain can wash my original blue-black mixed heart and turn it into a clean and transparent color. However, the feeling of rain is just the opposite of my initial expectation. On the contrary, it increased the melancholy in my heart. The street view of rainy days, if put at that time, then I would feel that this street view seems to be dreamy, because all the scenery on the road at that time became like an erratic dream after coma, and I became uncertain. If I walk into the depths of that street view, will it be an illusion again? Do I hallucinate when I touch a lamppost?
2. An essay about street scenes during the day is 200 words. I like one of Bian's poems: "You are standing on the bridge watching the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs." The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams. "This poem is beautiful, fascinating and Zen.
In the days to come, I often snuggle quietly in the corner of the downtown area, watching the crowds quietly, and I will think of Bian's poems. In my eyes, others are a landscape, but looking at myself from a distance is not a landscape in others' eyes? The existence of human beings adorns the world with each other, plays roles in a staggered way, and plays the drama of life together. In fact, why should we care so clearly?
"When I look at things, everything is my color." The inner and outer things are actually the same. The living environment is different, and the heart is also very different. How can life be so poetic? How can it be as happy and peaceful as Bian's poems? For example, every time I look at the railing, I feel different from last time. Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad, and sometimes I can't say it. Just like today, in this bustling city, I watched the street view alone, which made me extremely profound.
Busy streets, pedestrians shuttle, traffic, the pace of time has never stopped. The streets are full of men, women and children. They are in a hurry, and everyone has their own goals and plans. They are strangers to each other, and if there is nothing special, no one will care or take care of others. They are like parallel lines, always moving along their respective trajectories, as if they would never intersect one day. In a sea of people, people passed strangers. But why do many strangers become lovers, relatives and enemies? Is there really a past life? Is there a destiny?
Everyone will have his own story in this life. If he tells it carefully, he can become a novel. From the time everyone is born, novels begin. Some people have put on a comedy all their lives, while others have put on a tragedy, and all the joys and sorrows of the world are in the play. As for whether the novel is sentimental or sensational, only the protagonist knows its wonderful degree. Everyone who comes and goes in my eyes today is walking in a story and a legend, and I can never solve this mystery.
Will there be a wonderful story in my life? The world is so big and the individual is so small. Everyone's ego is everything, but nothing to this world. Shuttling through the crowd, I once felt inexplicably lost. Because of my joys and sorrows, ups and downs, others are dismissive. I am ordinary and ordinary, and my own story is simple and boring. I remember I once wrote a poem, one of which said, "The world is really strange. Passers-by of all colors come and go in a hurry like the wind. Only I stop. God sends me stars and the moon. I act on the ground and hide my figure." When writing this poem, I met some difficulties and many nails, thinking that I was as small as dirt. This poem truly records my mood, my sadness and my innocence at that time.
My life is destined to be dull, but I won't be as sad as before. Because I gradually understand that I am always looking at the distant scenery, always admiring the success of others, and never realizing my own value. In fact, walking alone is a beautiful scenery. Anything beautiful needs to be expressed by itself. Don't care what others think of you now. As long as you keep your faith, stick to your ideals and stride forward, you will surely create a miracle of life.
3. Street View Composition 130 words On weekends, I have nothing to do, and I have an appointment with my parents to go downtown. Unexpectedly, they agreed. Get ready to go!
When I got off the bus, I walked leisurely on the sidewalk, humming.
Singing the melody of Childhood: "Under the big tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer loudly …" Suddenly, I looked up and saw a Jeanswest clothing store. Several beautiful young girls are trying to wear fashionable clothes.
Brightly colored clothes, crowded around in front of the mirror, want to see their pretty figure; In the opposite video store, three or five young musicians are trying to play rock heavy metal music, and this obsession is really fast.
It will make you imagine that in a few years, a world-famous music group is playing a famous heavy metal music for the audience at the New Year concert in Vienna.
Immerse yourself in your imagination and follow the smell.
I came to the food street near the central department store. In the small shop of "Pearl and Li Gan", the salesman was shoveling out a handful of chestnuts and shouted, "Chestnuts, chestnuts, fragrant and sweet, freshly baked!" I can't help buying it.
A bag of chestnuts, which were still hot, peeled off the shell, and the chestnuts from Huang Chengcheng presented themselves in an unobstructed view. I took a bite, hey, it's really sweet and fragrant! Let you eat one before thinking about the next one. The "sesame cake with dregs" next to it is more abundant.
At the same time, the customers in line are in an endless stream, and after selling one furnace after another, they still can't keep up with the number of customers they need.
Night has fallen, but the crowd on the road has not decreased at all, but has increased. The street lights are on, blending with the neon lights on the hotel stalls, the bright or dark stars in the sky and the silver moon.
4. 200 words of composition about daytime street view. I like one of Bian's poems: "You are standing on the bridge watching the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs."
The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams. "This poem has a beautiful artistic conception, which is daydreaming and a little Zen.
In the days to come, I often snuggle quietly in the corner of the downtown area, watching the crowds quietly, and I will think of Bian's poems. In my eyes, others are a landscape, but looking at myself from a distance is not a landscape in others' eyes? The existence of human beings adorns the world with each other, plays roles in a staggered way, and plays the drama of life together. In fact, why should we care so clearly?
"When I look at things, everything is my color." The inner and outer things are actually the same.
The living environment is different, and the heart is also very different. How can life be so poetic? How can it be as happy and peaceful as Bian's poems? For example, every time I look at the railing, I feel different from last time. Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad, and sometimes I can't say it. Just like today, in this bustling city, I watched the street view alone, which made me extremely profound.
Busy streets, pedestrians shuttle, traffic, the pace of time has never stopped. The streets are full of men, women and children. They are in a hurry, and everyone has their own goals and plans.
They are strangers to each other, and if there is nothing special, no one will care or take care of others. They are like parallel lines, always moving along their respective trajectories, as if they would never intersect one day.
In a sea of people, people passed strangers. But why do many strangers become lovers, relatives and enemies? Is there really a past life? Is there a destiny? Everyone will have his own story in this life. If he tells it carefully, he can become a novel.
From the time everyone is born, novels begin. Some people have put on a comedy all their lives, while others have put on a tragedy, and all the joys and sorrows of the world are in the play.
As for whether the novel is sentimental or sensational, only the protagonist knows its wonderful degree. Everyone who comes and goes in my eyes today is walking in a story and a legend, and I can never solve this mystery.
Will there be a wonderful story in my life? The world is so big and the individual is so small. Everyone's ego is everything, but nothing to this world.
Shuttling through the crowd, I once felt inexplicably lost. Because of my joys and sorrows, ups and downs, others are dismissive.
I am ordinary and ordinary, and my own story is simple and boring. I remember I once wrote a poem, one of which said, "The world is really strange. Passers-by of all colors come and go in a hurry like the wind. Only I stop. God sends me stars and the moon. I act on the ground and hide my figure." When writing this poem, I met some difficulties and many nails, thinking that I was as small as dirt.
This poem truly records my mood, my sadness and my innocence at that time. My life is destined to be dull, but I won't be as sad as before.
Because I gradually understand that I am always looking at the distant scenery, always admiring the success of others, and never realizing my own value. In fact, walking alone is a beautiful scenery. Anything beautiful needs to be expressed by itself. Don't care what others think of you now. As long as you keep your faith, stick to your ideals and stride forward, you will surely create a miracle of life.
5. The most beautiful street view composition 600 words The most beautiful street view
Night view is a place for people to relax, entertain and relax after a busy day. There are many night scenes in China, which is a must, adding a beautiful scenery to the city. For example, the Oriental Pearl in Shanghai, the boat scenery in Chongqing and the bustling streets in Beijing ... Chengdu is no exception, which is a household name-Tianfu Square.
Rongcheng is brightly lit at night, which complements each other. Shuttle cars, towering street lamps, magnificent shopping malls and bustling crowds make the city look charming and beautiful. What a beautiful city that never sleeps!
Walking on the way to Tianfu Square, melodious songs came faintly. Looking for prestige, what you see is the "colorful foggy city"-Tianfu Fountain. Looking around, the square is facing the Science and Technology Museum in the north and waving to Chairman Mao. West to the Royal Hotel; To the east are Renhechun and Jincheng Art Palace. Looking down, I saw many LED lights on the ground "stretching" to the left and right. The color of the light is changing in an orderly way, just like a kaleidoscope played when I was a child. The rhythmic light beads add a beautiful landscape to the whole square.
Keep walking, and you will come to the fountain. Behind the fountain, there are bursts of "fairy". This kind of water mist uses the principle of water vapor, like a fairy descending to earth, stepping on fairy gas and coming to the world. A sweet song came into my ears, and the fountain began to glow, purple, blue and green for a while, showing a colorful landscape. It's like a group of young girls twisting their graceful posture through lights and songs on the stage, and then starting to "dance wildly" with coordinated movements.
6. The theme description of the street view essay in the rain borrows scenery to express the street view in the rain.
Suddenly there was a rainy afternoon, which reminded me of the scene of writing an article in the computer room of the department a few months ago. At that time, I was so busy with an emergency that I forgot to bring my umbrella. At that time, the rain fell from the sky like a waterfall. The feeling of this rainy scene was gloomy, and it seemed a little worse than the real waterfall in the forest, because
At that time, the street view was very vague. The heavy rain blocked 80% of my view like a dense fog. So, for me, the scenery at the intersection of Roosevelt Road and Xinsheng South Road is as pale gray as it is, leaving a very vague impression on me. Remember what I once said about transparent prayer? I hope the heavy rain can wash my original blue-black mixed heart and turn it into a clean and transparent color. However, the feeling of rain is just the opposite of my initial expectation. On the contrary, it increased the melancholy in my heart.
The street view of rainy days, if put at that time, then I would feel that this street view seems to be dreamy, because all the scenery on the road at that time became like an erratic dream after coma, and I became uncertain. If I walk into the depths of that street view, will it be an illusion again? Will the lamppost be disillusioned when I touch it? I have been asking myself: Do I have to stand in such a space composed of many disappointments? Do I have to cross the street and ride downstairs to avoid the rain?
Although the street view of this rainy day is composed of gray, foggy and halo-like street lamps and headlights, I have never been afraid in this half-dark and half-bright space, because I know that this street view will be an excellent source of inspiration when I finish my work and write in the future. So, I changed my mind and began to look at this street scene with real eyes, looking at its gray color, creating the overall atmosphere of composition, looking at its fog, imagining the image expressing the feeling of * * * *, which is unforgettable.
Unforgettable Yes, it is my interpretation of the scene where the hero and heroine meet in the rain in Unforgettable Memory. Moreover, I think that if this story is collaged in this street view, it will definitely have a more virtual effect. After all, such street scenes are not often encountered. Perhaps this is also a part of "fate"! That kind of street view inspired me and activated my long-blocked thinking. Even the rainy scenery in the theater can't compare with it, let alone this fleeting "afternoon".
If I put the street view of rainy days on the current axis, then what I see is only the playground outside the window, and there is no strong feeling, or more strictly speaking, it is not a street view at all, but a big courtyard that is completely different from my memory. Although it also has a gray sky and nearly white rain, it will never be for me. I was at school that afternoon.
The street view in the rain is also on a rainy afternoon. Street lamps, figures and the sky all become strange. This space is like a foreign land, a foreign land and a dream. Strange as it is, it is full of simplicity such as religious shrines and ancient ruins. Yes, it makes me feel unreal, but it appears at the crossroads of this real road. On a rainy afternoon, with a strange street lamp, the crowd seemed to suddenly disappear, leaving me alone. It's like a dream, really a mirage.
Speaking of which, you may think that I am emphasizing mystery again! Yes, in my mind, the position of mystery is irreplaceable, but the mystery I mentioned is defined within the scope of scenery, such as street scenes in the rain. You ask me what color is the street scene in the rain? I don't know! That memory is no longer the usual Roosevelt Road and Xinsheng South Road, but a rainy season puzzle composed of gray, fog, water, lighting and architectural colors.
So the street view in the rain is also one of the past events I met. Now, those colors seem to be broadcast in front of my eyes in the form of documentaries. Is it hard to remember the past? I think it's not unbearable, but once I think about it, I will fall into the dream it weaves and wake up for a while. Just like me now, I still miss the street view in the rain, which makes me full of emotions and ups and downs.
7. The composition about street view is fifty words. On weekends, I have nothing to do. I have an appointment with my parents to go shopping downtown. Unexpectedly, they agreed.
Get ready, let's go! When I got off the bus, I walked leisurely on the sidewalk, humming the melody of "childhood": "Under the big tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer …" Suddenly I looked up and stopped at a Jeanswest clothing store. Several beautiful young girls are trying on fashionable and colorful clothes, pushing around in front of the mirror, trying to see their beautiful bodies. In the opposite video store, three or five young musicians are trying to play rock heavy metal music. This obsession will really make you imagine that a world-famous music group is playing a famous heavy metal music for the audience at the Vienna New Year concert a few years later. Immerse yourself in your imagination and follow the smell to the food street near the central department store.
In the small shop of "Pearl Li Gan", the salesman is shoveling out a handful of chestnuts and dumping them on the ground, shouting: "Chestnuts, chestnuts, sweet and fragrant, freshly baked!" I couldn't help buying a bag, which was still hot. When I peel off the shell, the chestnuts from Huang Chengcheng will appear in front of my eyes in an unobstructed view, and I will take a bite. Hey, it's really fragrant and sweet! Let you eat one before thinking about the next one. There are many customers waiting in line next to the "slag-dropping sesame cake". They have sold one furnace after another, but they still can't catch up with the quantity they need.
When night fell, the crowds on the road did not decrease at all, but increased. The street lamp is on, and it blends with the neon lights on the hotel booth, the bright or dark stars in the sky and the moon like a silver plate.