Sentences to describe the bustling scene of the city

Beijing is a national historical and cultural city with a history of three thousand years. Beijing was the capital of six dynasties in history. In the more than 2,000 years since the Yan Kingdom, many magnificent palace buildings were built, making Beijing the city with the largest number and richest content of imperial palaces, gardens, temples and mausoleums in China. . Among them, the Forbidden City in Beijing was called the Imperial Palace in the Ming Dynasty and the Forbidden City in the Qing Dynasty. It was originally the imperial palace of the Ming and Qing dynasties, where 24 emperors lived. The magnificent architecture perfectly embodies the traditional Chinese classical style and Oriental style. Style is the largest existing palace in China and even the world, and is a precious cultural heritage of the Chinese nation.

Everything that was bustling during the day gave way to a rare quietness as the night fell. The fallen leaves on the roadside rolled intermittently along the curb with the wind. The north wind, street lights, and the occasional whistle blowing by: it seems that the smell of night is everywhere.

There are bright lights everywhere, busy traffic, and bursts of noise in the air. High-rise buildings rise from the ground in an orderly manner. The bustling crowd looked in a hurry.

The city is colorful at night, with lively and noisy aspects as well as light and quiet aspects. No wonder foreign tourists are envious of Hong Kong’s nightlife.

When I leaned on the railing and looked down, my eyes suddenly opened up, and I had a panoramic view of the beautiful city; neat high-rise buildings, busy cross streets, neat factories, and numerous chimneys.

Whenever night falls, the entire Panzhiang is brightly lit, just like the twinkling stars in the sky, which is more beautiful and attractive than the stars in the sky. Red, green, blue, and yellow, gathered together, like clusters of flowers radiating brilliant brilliance. The lights flicker, more like the wise eyes of the builders.

When I looked up at the high-rise buildings, I wondered whether there was a pair of eyes quietly watching me in the gaps between the steel, concrete and organic glass and the illusion of repeated refraction, and whether there was a rhythm, like a heartbeat, Calmly pacing, becoming the only thing in this stone forest that can be called relatively static and eternal.

The lights in the small town are like fireflies flying far away, flickering and getting darker and darker, and the whole city seems to be shrouded in a dream.

Tall buildings rise from the ground, and silence replaces the noise. There is a large flower bed in the center of the ten buildings. The flower bed is filled with beautiful flowers and green grass. It has changed! Changed! Everything has changed! In the morning, people ride bicycles, facing the first ray of dawn, and rush to their jobs to start a new day of life.

This city always wakes up too early. The dust from last night has not yet settled down, and the street lights that have just been dimmed still seem to have dim yellow light shining through, but when you look closely, it is the refraction of the morning sun. Not many people would notice such a scene. The young white-collar man was wrapped in a windbreaker and waiting for the bus on the street. His makeup was exquisite but could not hide the heavy tiredness on his face. Cars roared past one after another. The people inside were the slightly affluent middle class people in the city who were still struggling every day. At this point, the shadow of "upper class people" usually does not appear. More often than not, there were the mother holding her child, the company clerk who was afraid of being late, the uncle who was going to go out to do groceries on a motorcycle, and other small characters who ran like crazy. The breakfast shop on the roadside is always crowded, and shouts and shouts come and go. Fortunately, the proprietress has long ago developed the magical ability of never forgetting something. In fact, it is not overcrowded anywhere. Bus station, subway, supermarket. Various transportation routes cover every corner of the city like a spider web. Groups of people were being loaded and unloaded like cargo. The whole city is like a busy empty shell. Everyone is busy. They are busy with their own difficult lives.

Shanghai is much more beautiful at night, like modern beauties wearing heavy makeup and light makeup, fashionable and dazzling. Shining neon lights of various colors make the whole city sparkle and lively. Those high-end hotels are brightly lit, and there must be people inside who are changing glasses, trying not to get drunk. The glass curtain walls of those office buildings turned into huge display screens, switching between different advertising images and slogans.

The shadow of the light reflects into the Huangpu River, creating a confusing effect - River, are you also intoxicated in this bustling city?

Too many memories, too many stories, too many places... I stayed in many places, the ancient Yungang, the beautiful Jinling, the prosperous Bund, the rich ancient town, and the place that gave birth to and raised me. Home...

When staying up late becomes a habit, when sleep becomes a luxury, in hard days, let us get closer, closer.

Now, back in a familiar yet unfamiliar city, Starbucks’ coffee is still delicious, and brightly lit viaducts surround this increasingly bizarre city. Maintaining a speed of 80 per hour, looking at the prosperous and beautiful Changzhou below, I felt empty and sad.

Is it a habit to drink coffee and look at the hurried passers-by below or the busy traffic on the street? I asked myself this.

Limeng Metropolis, South Street, Xintiandi... a little confused. Haagen-Dazs, Starbucks, Papa John's... indescribable feeling.

Life is getting busier and busier, and I have no time to review a lot of time. Maybe this is life. But many nights I wake up in the middle of the night, everything seems like yesterday, with a smile on my lips.

What appeared before my eyes was indeed a wonderful sight. The boundless sea of ??lights extends from the foot of the mountain to distant places. It’s hard to tell which is the urban area and which is Bei An; which is the Jialing River and which is the Yangtze River. But I saw that some lights were clustered together to form a huge light ball; some lights were connected together like a long and narrow silver chain; some lights were intermittent or continuous, floating like light and dark, as if there was something. Infinite poetry, infinite painting.

The symbol of Guangzhou is "Five Sheep". Located in the southern part of Guangdong Province, on the northern edge of the Pearl River Delta, it borders the South China Sea, the Pearl River estuary, and is adjacent to Hong Kong and Macao. It is the starting point of the Maritime Silk Road. It is the oldest and largest foreign trading port in China's history and a world-famous port city.

As soon as the store opened, people crowded the store like a flood. Here, the bustling atmosphere of the Spring Festival always comes earlier than elsewhere. Customers squeezed out of the counter with large and small bags in their arms, all with smiles on their faces and honey in their hearts. As for the salesperson, she was busy taking this and that from the shelves, with beads of sweat on her face and laughter in her heart. Through their hands, these dazzling goods will flow to many rural cities and families, adding much festive atmosphere and joy to everyone!

There are many shops on both sides of the street. The afterglow of the evening sun shines lightly on the red bricks and green tiles or the brightly colored eaves of the pavilions, adding a bit of hazyness to the prosperous Luoyang city in front of you. and poetic.

Walking, in front of and behind you are faces of Tang people who are either old, elegant, fresh, or worldly. Cars and horses are sparkling, and people are flowing. Not far away, there is a faint sound of merchants. The penetrating shouts, and occasionally the long neigh of a horse, made Xiao Rui feel like he was in a rich and colorful painting. He couldn't help but stop and look at the blood-red setting sun, his complicated eyes wanting to Penetrate back to your own time and space more than a thousand years later.

Wandering casually on the bustling streets, your feet feel light. The brilliant sunshine shines in the green tiles and red walls everywhere, the abrupt cornices, the high-flying shop sign flags, the sparkling cars and horses, the endless flow of pedestrians, the The calm and contented smiling faces all reflect the contentment of the people in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

"If you ask about the prosperity and failure of ancient and modern times, please just look at Luoyang City." Thousands of years of history come to mind, and the landscape of Luoyang is so close and within reach. The hot wind was blowing on his face, walking among the people of the Tang Dynasty. Xiao Rui looked at and savored the bustle and bustle of Luoyang in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. He felt happy for no reason and sighed again: Luoyang was a world-famous city at that time and the eastern end of the Silk Road. It is the city with the longest history of being a capital in Chinese history. However, this famous city has become a battleground for military strategists and a battlefield between two armies countless times. The magnificent palaces and bustling urban areas have been reduced to ruins several times and prospered several times.

After walking out of the wine shop, in the city with drunken eyes, two or three dull-witted sparrows couldn't help but take a nap among the trance-like old trees beside the street.

The residual clouds are like mats, rolling up the smoke and noise outside the city. The Dandanluo water washes Wu Dai's brushstrokes in the wind. The plump girl with a charming smile on her face who is half leaning against the door of the brothel, the charming girl who has not yet faded away from the drunkenness. On the face, Luoyang of the Tang Dynasty was laid out in Xiao Rui's eyes and dreams.

In the setting sun, on the bustling street, a girl in a green skirt walks forward. Behind her, a young man in black clothes was riding on a horse and followed slowly, and not far behind the young man, there was an elegant young figure standing still behind her.

In the midst of a palace pavilion with carved beams and painted columns, a man and a woman were slowly walking side by side on the bluestone paved path in the palace. The girl was dressed in a rich dress, with picturesque features, but the man was the young man who had gone to the Wang family wine shop to drink today. However, at this moment, his face no longer pretended to be deep and mature, and his childish face revealed a naughty look without concealment.