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.

The 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 a faint light on the computer screen.

one person

Listening alone, looking into 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 when 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, 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 does it wait 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 and 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. Seen from a distance, it is really incomplete. Pine trees are like majestic soldiers, guarding 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 decorate the streets like 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 behavior, as long as there is a little rubbish on the road, he will feel uncomfortable all over and make it disappear immediately. 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, everyone has no time to relax, and they have to finish a lot of winter vacation homework assigned 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, we might as well go to the street to experience 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 ... In addition to roadside stalls, even supermarkets are full of more advanced things, so I won't mention them one by one.

It's not just Lynn in this busy street? A dazzling array of goods must have beautiful music. One of the main sources of music is the loudspeakers in every store. Most of them play songs such as "God of Wealth Arrives" and "Congratulations on Making a Rich", especially in supermarkets, the music is deafening! Another source of music is, of course, everyone's mobile phone * * *! What "love even 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 are crowds. 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. Some people also plan to spend the New Year with their relatives in other places, which will be very warm. Not only people who visit relatives, but also many people are busy running around for new year's goods.

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

This 500-word composition entitled "Passing Street" was buried in the long river of memory, and it was gently salvaged. Oh, what is this ... the source of the river? Isn't this spring? ..... How beautiful, how quiet! He opened his eyes, and the smell of fish was so heavy! ..... He saw that the ceiling was always shaking, "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. There is a rolling hillside in the distance. 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 thinks he should hate this face. He raised his hand and tried to push her away, but he couldn't. He struggled to push her away, but suddenly, this face smiled. Oh, my God! More beautiful, she picked him up. This can get this face. "oh! This child is really strange. He seems to hate me. " His mother smiled and said, "Little darling, do you want 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 hides his wisdom in his head. A pair of eagle-like eyes can even scare away wolves. In this village, it is said that he fought with a bear, and his left shoulder has several deep claw marks. 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 child. He wants to hug the child. But his hands are too strong to hold the child naturally, so he can only scratch his face from time to time. But you see I am a hunter, why do you want me to take a name? How difficult it is! "Father was a little surprised to say that he put the shotgun on the wall. "But you are his father, aren't you?" The mother finally looked at her husband and said, "I will 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 is nothing wrong with being a hunter." Her father spoke. He has a pipe in his hand. That is an old pipe that has accompanied the old man for many years. "Every old hunter will become a scholar. They are full of philosophy and wisdom! ""Father, I hope he is a learned man. There are hunters here for generations, so there is no need to have 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. " "Jose 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. As it turns out, everything is not good. "Tired, little Mu Ye turned to the beautiful garden. However, he never found the beautiful butterfly again. It began to rain. Spring has arrived in this village. Nature is harmonious and quiet. The 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 spring rain and dew. It is like a newborn. He smiled and moistened his heart. A few years later ... Little Mu Ye learned to walk. Bathed in the warm sunshine, the seasons are like spring, how happy he is. How brave he is, 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. 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 through mountains and listening to birds. The sun is jumping in the leafy forest, and the breeze is dancing on the flowers and plants. Konoha is four years old, and his experience is very satisfying. 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 or hunger. He has grown up. In the evening, grandpa always takes him to get familiar with the forest. 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 go for a walk by 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. Little Mu Ye 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.

It's almost seventeen years since birth. Facing the unfamiliar and familiar street, the focal length of the eyes has long disappeared, leaving only memories. ...

I still remember that street used to be as gray as the road, and then slowly spread a layer of cement, spread different shapes of floors, and spread different colors in a cycle, with a combination pattern 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 initial excitement turned into boredom. Remember the old street lamp? One is bright, one is flashing, and the other is not bright. Night is not like day. After coming home from night lessons, I can enjoy the fun and * * * brought by darkness with my friends. Now, there are two lights and a street lamp in the street. From then on, there was no more laughter in the street. ...

Now lying in bed, when I was about to fall asleep, I was awakened by the horn of a big truck in my ear. I leaned back and cursed over and over again. Once upon a time, I was lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, but I couldn't hear the lullaby-like horn, 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, which made me extremely upset. The children's laughter from downstairs interrupted my train of thought, and I was greatly annoyed. My hand is banging on the keyboard. At the same time, I remembered some past events. At that time, I was still young, standing on a small chair, watching my friends downstairs playing. I cried my eyes out and begged my parents to let me go out and play with them. When I was allowed, the expression on my face quickly became clear. I rushed downstairs excitedly, chasing on the unpaved road and avoiding the old street lights ... 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 have changed a lot". Now running in the street, I can't find what I used to feel, but I 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 so many more, but I can't find the first memory 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 was about 800 words, which was badly needed. Thank you for your expectation. The new year is here again.

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

It seems that when I greet the long-awaited New Year again, I am not 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 people passing 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, but at this time I felt unprecedentedly deserted. After eating the warm reunion dinner, my sister and I strolled around, looking at the shops that are still the same, and the people who are still rushing by, my heart could not 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 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 physical defects sat on the ground with his back to the crowd, his hips protruding and his head lowered, which made people unable to see his expression clearly for a while.

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 bystander 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 can'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 still sat there.

He lowered his head, as if 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 cool, and my heart seems to have been 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 ever-expanding vanity; China's traditional culture was forgotten by them in the fashion trend.

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

7. It is best to use some onomatopoeic words to write a 300-word composition on a busy street. 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 get busy, and there was sweet "music" in the kitchen. Mother dug two cups of flour, poured a little water, and then stirred it up with a whoosh, as fast as a cloud. The batter soon lived well. My mother cut the chopped green onion again, then cut a little ham sausage in the batter, stirred it, and the preparation was done, so 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 it and went to the kitchen. When he saw the cake we baked, he quickly took 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,

I 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 cold turns 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,

Wait for the bus to arrive.

After school, alone.

Walking in the long, long.

On the wide street,

I wish I could float over.

Sun-like

A smiling girl.

9. Composition of 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 gate was not closed and the road was not left. This is a sketch. Whether Zhang Bai or Li Bai, as long as you know a few words, you can walk one by one and eat all the way. Or Zhuangqiu 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, then go 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 the activities of sidewalks, trees, grasslands, bees, butterflies and even birds in the name of eliminating the four pests. All that's left is this messy 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 protection fees and backgrounds still go their own way, ignoring the roar of urban management, and those vendors without backgrounds have to wave their hands respectfully and trembling. 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 curtain of the night was torn apart again. Grandma Wang is a martyr. She lost the joy of her children decades ago. Disabled Zhang can no longer see those kind people looking for him to play chess and chat. Nobody even wants to take him out again. Miss Wang, who just lost her parents, is under 65,438+03 years old. In fact, she shoulders the heavy responsibility of raising her younger brother and has to pick vegetables in the morning. Cook for my brother at noon. It was not until the news media published the story of the girl that some talents 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 disappeared, Luo Shengjiao disappeared, and a child was dying of drowning, but no one paid for it, even if he held out his hand or threw a rope. Nobody does it and nobody wants to do it. Although the bridge was crowded with people chattering at the roadside, I couldn't write any more because I couldn't hide the tears in my eyes. My teacher asked me to write why the street is dirty, and I was thinking, yes, the street looks wider and wider. How can it get dirty? I went to ask my sleeping mother, who was still so kind, but still stayed 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 questions for us? I quickly took out the new clothes I didn't want to wear from the closet, dressed neatly, and went directly to my most respected and trusted teacher. I think he is the most skilled teacher, my dear teacher. Why have our streets become so dirty? The teacher is far away, but he seems to be watching me closely. I only saw his mouth moving, but I didn't know what he was saying. I am very anxious, very anxious, and I thought to myself, Teacher, if you don't tell me, how will I know why the streets have become so dirty? Besides, if you don't tell me, how can I finish the homework my teacher gave me? I'm anxious. I'm sweating all over. I want to shout and curse, but my voice seems to have just sounded and 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 just ... Because I don't know where this article started, because my mother said I was dreaming during the day. Am I talking about dreams? Teacher, am I talking about dreams? I just made it up, stupid and ridiculous, just to attract more attention. 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 people's poor quality in reality.

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

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

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