Write a composition on the topic of street

1. Write a situational composition about the streets where people live with "streets" as the background.

Confused and confused, the night is deep.

Darkness gradually spread, mixed with unique silence. Fingertips and hairline are a little flowing. The night is already deep! At night, there is no light, only the faint light on the computer screen.

one person

Listening alone, looking at the distance, the long windy street.

What will the street where the wind lives be like? Where the wind lives, what a wonderful place. No anxiety, no noise, nothing in the world.

No, not everything. This is just a simple street and a beautiful corner. The street is endless, the wind seems to be free, and the street is the coolest place where the wind blows.

Perhaps the wind has gone far, but the people walking in the street are unaware of it, holding on to the bottom of the sleeve tightly and leaving traces of the wind, as if that person had never been far away in your heart. Who does the wind stay for, or what is it waiting for quietly?

I would like to let the wind take my hand and walk to the end of the street among the fallen leaves.

The night is still flowing slowly, and it doesn't seem to stop in my dream. Confused and illusory. Quiet without complaining, sad without hurting. Facing a beautiful direction, to expect and hope,

To find a place where the wind lives ...

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2. Write a composition for the fourth grade with beautiful streets. There are many beautiful scenery in late autumn. Colorful squares, charming parks … However, I prefer plain streets.

In the morning, I got up early and took a walk in front of the street. On the buttonwood trees on the roadside, golden "butterflies" flew down, and they landed lightly on the ground, laying a golden carpet for the street. Evergreen trees and pine trees are planted in the nearby flower pond. From a distance, it is really patchy. Pine trees, like majestic soldiers, guard the city. They held their heads proudly against the autumn wind, as if to show off their strong bodies and green velvet clothes to the buttonwood tree. Evergreen trees dress up the street as a long green dragon. There is nothing in the sky except some flying birds, and it is more silent.

Turn a corner, and it's Dongcheng Street. I vaguely saw a figure in an orange cleaning suit. I approached him, and it turned out to be a travel-stained old man. Judging from his manner, as long as there is a little garbage on the road, he will feel uncomfortable and let it disappear at once. The cleaning tool in his hand is like a machine gun full of bullets, destroying the enemy in front of him; He is like a brave "warrior", bravely destroying the "enemy" we created-garbage.

It is precisely because of such cleaners that our roads will become so clean and our environment will become so beautiful. What would our life be like if there were no cleaners? What flavor will the air we breathe become? The world we live in ... ah! Great cleaner, I praise you!

The streets in late autumn are beautiful and people are more beautiful!

I want to make the streets cleaner. Write a composition of more than 400 words. When the new year comes, students will be very happy. Why? Because the semester has just ended, we haven't had time to relax, and we have to finish a lot of winter vacation homework arranged by the teacher, which makes the students have a splitting headache. Great, when the new year comes, students will definitely put all their troubles behind them and welcome the new year with a relaxed attitude. Before the official arrival of the new year, you might as well go to the street to feel the festive atmosphere.

On the New Year's street, the trees planted next to it are covered with red lanterns; Busy vendors are selling the fruits of their labor; Red New Year banners are hung on the facades of hotels on both sides of the road ... Not only that, there are stalls selling new year's goods on the sidewalk. Some sell Chinese knots, some sell "red peppers", some sell couplets, and some sell firecrackers ... Besides roadside stalls, even supermarkets are full of more advanced things, so I won't mention them one by one.

In this busy street, it's not just Lynn? A dazzling array of goods must have beautiful music. One of the main sources of music is the amplifiers in every store, and most of them play songs such as "The God of Wealth has arrived" and "Congratulations on making a fortune", especially in supermarkets. The music is deafening! Another source of music, of course, is everyone's mobile phone * * *! What "love after death", "golden flowers" and "don't come back in autumn" add icing on the cake to the music in the supermarket.

In addition to goods and music, there is a sea of people. The new year is coming, and relatives from other places have come from afar to visit their long-lost families, making this new year even happier. There are also some people who plan to spend the New Year with relatives from other places, which will be warmer. Not only people visiting relatives, but also many people are busy running around making new year's goods.

The streets in the New Year are really lively! May all people, when the new year comes, forget all the resentment of last year and let everyone have a happy New Year!

4. The 500-word composition named "Crossing the Street" was buried in the river of memory and gently salvaged. Oh, what is this ... the source of this river? Isn't this spring? ..... How beautiful, how quiet! He opened his eyes, fishy smell, so heavy! ..... He saw the ceiling shaking all the time, "Bah!" He looked away. He hates such boring things. Oh, what's that? How beautiful! He saw the window, but it was not the beautiful curtains that attracted him. He saw the window. There is a beautiful garden and vegetable fields. Further away, there is an undulating hillside. But he can't look any more. His sight is blocked. He saw a face that he couldn't describe because she was so beautiful. How he likes it! Yes, but it blocked his view. Because of this, he felt that he should hate this face. He raised his hand and tried to push her away, but he didn't. He struggled to push her away, but suddenly, this face smiled. Oh, my God! Become more beautiful, she picked him up. So you can get this face. "oh! How strange this child is. He seems to hate me. " His mother smiled and said, "Little darling, are you going to push me away?" "Yes, the child has never cried." Her father said. "Give him a name when his father comes back." Mother said kindly that she kept smiling at the little guy. He paid no attention to what they said. He is watching a flying butterfly in the garden. It stops on a flower. Oh, that's a beautiful flower. "How beautiful! Why are there so many beautiful things? " He watched the beautiful dance of the butterfly intently. Suddenly, he heard a strange cry. How sensitive and curious he is. His father came back from hunting and brought back many prey. His father is a famous hunter in the nearby village. He is a strong and beautiful young man, but he is fierce and doesn't like to talk much. He is the kind of person who keeps his wisdom in his heart. A pair of eagle-like eyes can even scare away wolves. In this village, it is said that he had a fight with a bear and had several deep paw prints on his left shoulder. The hunters in the village all respect him. He is a beloved hunter. He threw his bloody prey to the ground and clapped his hands to tease the children. He wants to hug the child. But his hands are so strong that he can't hold the child naturally, and he can only scratch his face from time to time. But you see, I'm a hunter. Why should I be named? How difficult it is! "Father said with a little surprise that he put the shotgun on the wall." But you are his father, aren't you? "Mother finally looked at her husband and said," I'll give this right to his mother. Look, how much he looks like you. The child is so thin that I don't know if he can be a good hunter. " "oh! Why? I don't want him to be a hunter. He will be a promising man. "His mother looked at him lovingly." Look, how clever he is! ""There's nothing wrong with being a hunter. " Her father spoke. He has a pipe in his hand. That is an old pipe that has been with the old man for many years. "Every old hunter will become a scholar. They are full of philosophy and wisdom! ""Dad, I hope he is a learned man. There are hunters here for generations, so there is no need for so many! ..... you'd better give him a name. "Mother quietly changed the subject, and her eyes returned to the little guy's face." Well, just call him Konoha. I hope he can travel all over Yuan Ye and keep company with wolves. " "Mu ye, yes. That's a good name, my little baby. You are konoha now. What a poetic name. " Mother gently said to little MuYe, in. It turns out that everything is not beautiful. "Tired, little Mu Ye turned to the beautiful garden. However, he never found the beautiful butterfly again. It began to rain. Spring has come to this village. Nature is harmonious and quiet. Snow and ice melted into a stream, flowers bloomed on the hillside, and animals woke up. The forest came back to life. The earth is eager to absorb the rain and dew in spring. It is like a newborn. Moistening his heart, he smiled. A few years later ... Little Mu Ye learned to walk. How happy he is, bathed in warm sunshine, with four seasons like spring. How brave he was, but he never cried when he fell. He likes playing. His father brought him many animals, rabbits and hedgehogs, but he likes a puppy best. He is very good and obedient. However, he can run away. However, he can only roll around in the garden. Time passes quietly ... There are some small islands in the long river of memory, which are clearly visible. This is an indelible memory of his childhood. How much he likes the forest over there. Now he is beginning to hate this small garden. It's too small! He is looking forward to going to the forest like his father, which is how much he yearns for. In his young mind, this is a mysterious and wonderful place ... blue sky and white clouds, flowers and trees, wading across streams and listening to birds singing. The sun jumps in the leafy forest, and the breeze dances on the flowers and plants. Xiaomuye is four years old and has experienced satisfaction. He lives in the forest with his grandfather. This is a log cabin with a tree beside it. Small konoha intoxicated. How happy he is. He kept singing and dancing. He climbed a tree. Once he fell from a tree and knocked out two front teeth. But he is still so happy. He has no difficulties and no hunger. He has grown up. Grandpa always takes him to familiarize himself with the forest at night. He always takes his puppy with him. He grew up and became very brave and strong. Every time I follow my father and grandson, the evening sky is beautiful and brilliant. My father and grandson always walk to the stream. There is a big stone and they sit on it. Little Mu Ye listened carefully to Grandpa's story. They are all hunting legends, thrilling and brave. Muye was completely conquered by the people in the story. How surprised he was when he learned that the man in the story was grandpa! "oh! No way. How strong and brave he is.

5. The familiar street composition outlines the familiar street.

I was born almost seventeen years ago. Facing the unfamiliar and familiar street, the focal length of the eyes has long disappeared, leaving only memories. ...

I still remember that the streets used to be as gray as roads, and then slowly spread a layer of cement, spread different shapes of floors, spread different colors in one cycle, and combine patterns in three steps. At first, I stepped on the pattern, carefully, afraid of stepping on the line on the edge of the pattern, and gradually the excitement at first turned into boredom. Remember the old street lamp? One is bright, one is flashing, and the other is not bright. At night, it's not like daytime. I can enjoy the fun and * * brought by darkness with my friends when I go home after studying at night. Now, there are two "lights" and a street lamp in the street. Since then, there has been no laughter in the street. ...

Now I'm lying in bed, and when I'm about to fall asleep, the sound of a big truck horn comes from my ear, which wakes me up. I leaned back and cursed over and over again. A long time ago, I was lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, but I couldn't hear the horn like a lullaby, because there was no car passing by on the road ... In the afternoon, I sat in front of the computer in my study, thinking hard about how to write my composition quickly, looking at the computer screen and constantly deleting sentences, and I was extremely upset. The laughter of the children from downstairs interrupted my train of thought, and I was greatly annoyed. My hand is banging on the keyboard. At the same time, memories came to mind. When I was young, I stood on a small chair and watched my friends downstairs playing. I cried my face red and begged my parents to let me go out and play with them. With permission, the expression on my face soon cleared up, and I rushed downstairs excitedly, chasing and dodging the old street lights on the unpaved road ... Now I walk through the familiar and unfamiliar streets and cherish what I left behind like a child. Staring at the strange environment, I sighed, "people are different." Now running in the street, I can't find the feeling I used to feel, but it will also attract a crazy look and look up at the sky. The only thing that hasn't changed is the stars in the sky. There are still so many, but I can't find my original memories in the street. ...

The streets have changed, the street lamps have changed, they have all changed, and they have all passed away. ...

6. The essay on the street I passed by, about 800 words, is in urgent need. Thank you for your expectation. The new year is here again.

Looking back on the past year, 365 skies gave me 365 moods.

When I ushered in the long-awaited New Year again, I didn't seem as excited as I thought. Walking into the street, there was no unexpected excitement, no firecrackers, no happy smiles, no familiar faces and no warm greetings.

Only those who pass by in a hurry.

On New Year's Eve, it was a happy day, but the sleeping people didn't seem to wake up, and the street was as usual. At this time, I felt unprecedented cold and cheerless. After eating the warm reunion dinner, my sister and I wandered around, looking at the shops that are still the same, and the people who are still rushing by, my heart couldn't help but pull up.

"Elder sister, look at the front of the lively. Shall we go and see? " Sister took my hand and said. "Ah?" I was immersed in my own sadness, and I was pleasantly surprised to hear my sister say this.

The light that went out in my heart lit up at that moment. After some efforts, we finally squeezed into the crowd, but the scene in front of us ruined my hope-a child with a physical defect sat on the ground with his back to the crowd, his hips protruding and his head bowed, which made people unable to see his expression at the moment.

There is a piece of white cloth behind him, on which is written his life experience and the help he hopes to get. However, the onlookers just stood in front of the white cloth, looked at the white cloth and the boy, and then quietly left.

Watching people leave one after another, my heart couldn't help twitching. On this unusual day, the family should sit together and get together, but the little boy didn't.

The crowd gradually dispersed and the little boy was still sitting there.

He bowed his head and seemed to be crying silently, waiting, telling and complaining about the injustice in the world.

Looking at this scene, I can't help but feel a burst of melancholy.

Is this the so-called Chinese New Year? On this unusual day, the same scene is being staged.

That expectation, that excitement, seems to have been poured by cold water, cold and cold, and my heart seems to be cold. What is this? Take away my happiness.

What is this? It dampened my enthusiasm. What is this? Destroy my expectations.

Is a forgetful person, history, forgotten in this cold winter wind; Virtue is forgotten by them in the inflated void; China's traditional culture was forgotten by them in the fashion trend.

Confused, I seem to see every household decorated with lanterns, children running around happily, adults gathering with smiles on their faces, sister running in the street with lanterns, and the little boy smiling in his mother's arms.

7. In a busy street, it is best to write a 300-word composition with some onomatopoeia words. On Saturday morning, my mother and I couldn't remember what to eat. My mother suddenly made a suggestion-pancakes.

Mother went into the kitchen to work, and sweet "music" came from the kitchen. Mother first dug two cups of flour, poured a little water, and then got up with a whoosh, as fast as flying clouds. The batter soon came to life. My mother cut the chopped green onion again, then cut a little ham sausage in the batter, stirred it, and when it was ready, she began to bake the cake.

Mother asked me to pour some batter into the electric baking pan. As soon as I poured in the batter, the oil in the pot splashed on the table. I hurried back to hide, glad that the oil flower didn't splash on me. In this way, cake after cake is ready. I am very excited. Although I am very tired, I am glad to help my mother cook.

Dad came back from work, slammed the door and smelled pancakes. So he smelled the smell and went to the kitchen. When he saw the cake we baked, he quickly caught one with chopsticks and ate it "click, click". I am so happy to see my father eating so well!

After school, I walked alone for a long time.

On the wide street,

Hope to pass by

Sun-like

A smiling girl.

That girl is carrying

Light like the sun,

As warm as the sun,

Smile like the sun,

Playing in the street,

Play happily;

She is happy in this busy street.

Look up at the stars and see

The geese flapped their wings and went home.

An outstanding great man,

As if walking with me,

Passing a Lugoutai.

Floating from nowhere

A smell of food wafted in,

I don't know when my stomach started screaming,

Goo goo ~

This is embarrassing for me,

I'm really in pain, alas ~

I am eager to walk through

A sun-like,

I walked past some girls:

But not as warm as the sun,

But as cold as cold,

I'm really in pain, alas ~

I left Lugoutai,

Far, far away,

Even the smell of food.

Left me, too, alas ~

Go to the traffic lights,

Waiting for the car to arrive.

After school, alone.

Walking in the long, long.

On the wide street,

I hope to float over.

Sun-like

A smiling girl.

9. Dirty streets make up dirty streets. A few years ago, it used to be an oasis. There are green trees along the road, a pool by the door and ivy outside the window. Flowers, birds, butterflies and bees come and go, bustling. Therefore, people who come here call it Greentown. It is said that the country once gave this street a beautiful name. It is called the first street of Greentown. At night, the door was not closed and the road was not left. This is a sketch. Whether Zhang Bai or Li Bai, as long as they know a few words, they can walk one by one and eat all the way. Or Zhuang Qiu or Kong Qiu, as long as they have their own ideas, they can travel around the world without worrying about starvation. Birds are hungry, go to Central Plains Greentown, and children are tired, and go back to Central Plains Greentown, which is a city that many people yearn for. I don't know why. I found that our streets have changed, not only narrowed, but also found that illegal buildings stopped sidewalks, trees, grass, bees, butterflies and even birds in the name of eliminating four pests. All that's left is this mess of garbage, and of course the roar of unscrupulous city managers. But these people only give them to stall owners who have no background or have not paid protection fees. Those vendors with backgrounds who paid the protection fee still went their own way, ignoring the roar of the urban management, and those vendors without backgrounds had to be respectful and tremble with their hands. Send a pack of cigarettes or an unheated RMB to the urban management. As a result, urban management began to become gentle and skilled. One day in the street, the night was torn apart again. Grandma Wang, the martyr, lost the joy of the children decades ago, and Zhang, who is disabled, can no longer see those kind people looking for him to play chess and chat. Nobody wants to take him out again. Miss Wang, who just lost her parents, is less than 13 years old. She actually shoulders the heavy responsibility of supporting her younger brother and picks vegetables in the morning. Cook for my brother at noon. It was not until the news media published the girl's story that someone reluctantly gave them 300 yuan money for living every month. But the money is only enough to eat steamed bread, and the problems of dressing and eating vegetables still cannot be solved. Lei Feng is missing, Luo Shengjiao is missing, a child is drowning and dying, but no one pays, even if he stretches out a hand and throws a rope. Nobody did it. Nobody wanted to do it. Although the bridge is crowded with people watching the roadside chatter, I can't write any more because I can't hide the tears in my eyes. The teacher asked me to write why the street is dirty, and I was thinking, yes, the street looks wider and wider, how can it be dirty? I went to ask my sleeping mother, who is still so kind, but still stays in my dream. I asked my father who was playing chess, and his eyes narrowed. I just played chess there, but I didn't seem to see my eyes eager for answers. I'm going to ask the teacher. Yes, I must ask the teacher. Isn't the teacher's task to answer our questions? I hurried out of the closet to find new clothes that I didn't want to wear at ordinary times, dressed neatly, and went directly to my most respected and trusted teacher, who I thought was the most skilled teacher, my dear teacher. Why have our streets become so dirty? The teacher is far away, but he seems to be looking at me at close range. I only saw his mouth moving, but I didn't know what he was saying. I am very anxious, very anxious, I thought to myself, teacher, how can I know why the street has become so dirty if you don't tell me? Besides, if you don't tell me, how can I finish my homework given by my teacher? I'm anxious. I'm sweating all over. I wanted to shout and curse, but as soon as the voice sounded, I was scolded by my mother who slept next door. Silly boy, who are you talking to in your sleep? Silly boy, am I stupid? Am I really talking in my sleep? I seem to be talking in my sleep. I just don't know, because I seem to be. Because I don't know where this article started, because my mother said I was dreaming during the day. Am I talking about a dream? Teacher, am I talking about dreams? I just made it up, dumb and ridiculous, just to throw bricks. Li Jingmin, the language master of the Stone Buddha Law Service Office in Zhongyuan District of Zhengzhou City, wishes you happiness, and Li Jingmin, the legal expert of the Stone Buddha Law Service Office in Zhongyuan District of Zhengzhou City, wishes you happiness and health.

10. How to write our choice composition in our street 1? Describe the scenery in the dream, (how the streets are clean and tidy, and how people travel green. . . )

2, the pen immediately turned and returned to reality. Describe the chaotic streets, traffic jams and poor quality of people in reality.

3. Express your feelings: When will people realize that streets are also an important part of our home, and when will they start to care about our street environment?

4. Put forward an initiative: everyone chooses green travel such as public transportation and cycling; In addition, private cars can also choose "carpooling" and other emerging popular modes of travel. What everyone cares about is street infrastructure, flowers and trees and so on ~

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