How to write a composition describing a busy street?

On the rest day, the street is full of excitement. You see, on the street, all kinds of vehicles are constantly flowing, blocking the road. There are fast cars, fast motorcycles, light electric cars and leisurely bicycles ... we are like in the ocean of cars. Vehicles also lined up in a long queue. Look, the street is crowded with people and everyone is smiling. Young people are walking in groups in the street. They wear MP3 players, listen to music and can't help singing along. Some young people are talking and laughing, and their laughter has been echoing in the street. The old people sat quietly on long chairs with crutches and bathed in warm sunshine. Really comfortable! The children are jumping and jumping, especially greedy, as long as they hear someone shouting, "mutton kebabs!" " Mutton kebabs! "Smelling the attractive fragrance, I couldn't help but let my parents buy a bunch, so I bought it! Listen, the horn of the car, the music in the shop and people's laughter are intertwined, like a symphony. In the evening, it is more lively here. One after another, the lights are flashing, like little stars in the sky. Ah! I really like busy streets!

Composition on Central Street

Today, our hearts are inexplicably filled with some exciting feelings, and with the passage of time, this feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

Maybe it's because it's a special day, especially because it's the first duty of our high school. We are proud of the title of professional students, and earnestly and independently perform the responsibilities and obligations of professional students.

But we should also clearly realize that this kind of responsibility and obligation is not unique to the students on duty that day, it is the consciousness that every student in our class should have.

It should be deeply instilled in each of us.

Consciously and self-discipline to do their own job.

As long as everyone clearly realizes the unity and importance of responsibility and obligation, there will be no such problems around our study.

When we are used to paying responsibility, we may find the true meaning and happiness of being a man.

After living in this familiar and unfamiliar class for almost a month, the friendship between students is getting deeper and deeper. The previous shyness and timidity have become lively and cheerful.

So they all help each other in their studies.

In life, some students forget to close the window. As long as any student in the class sees it, they will take the initiative to go over and close it.

Although this is a small matter, this small detail is enough to reflect a person's quality and cultivation.

Now that we have gathered in the vast sea of people, we should be more considerate, more tolerant, more careful and, most importantly, less concerned when we get along and communicate.

Gently push open the door that says "Class 4, Grade 1", and you will be filled with different anger, but this anger needs a little more, a little more, which requires all 58 of us sitting here to stretch out our hands, work hard, work hard, and work hard again to fight for our class and spell out a blue sky.

Write a composition at 600 Xiushui Street.

My hometown is in xiushui county, Jiangxi Province, which is a beautiful place.

Trees are lush and flowers are in full bloom all year round.

In spring, Miss Chun walked lightly onto the stage in colorful clothes. With a wave of her long sleeves, everything on the ground was dyed green.

Miss Chun weaves beautiful flowers with delicate hands and scatters them under the stage.

Flowers fly to the green earth and green trees, and immediately, the green leaves are full of flowers.

In summer, the blazing sun bakes everything on the earth mercilessly.

The earth was so hot that it seemed to be covered with a huge steamer, which made people breathless.

However, this is the charm of summer and makes me feel warm.

Autumn is the harvest season. Look, there are many big and red apples hanging high on the apple tree in the orchard.

The grapes on that vine are big and purple. It looks really mouth watering.

Two pomegranate trees are covered with red pomegranates, and they are crowded one by one, as if they would fall down carelessly.

The breath of winter quietly came to the world, and he turned the whole world into white with one punch; He blew down the goose feather-like snow; He blew people's love for winter; It blew away the clothes on the tree; Once it explodes.

My hometown is like an exhibition hall, showing the beautiful scenery of spring, summer, autumn and winter. I love my hometown!

The composition describing the streets of National Day is 300 words.

The national flag is in my heart. The new semester began, and our school held a flag-raising ceremony.

Facing the rising sun and the majestic national anthem, we lined up neatly and saluted the national flag. Under our gaze, the bright five-star red flag Ran Ran Ran Ran rises.

Standing under the five-star red flag, dear students, what do you think? Maybe you will think of those revolutionary martyrs who shed their heads, shed their blood and dyed the national flag red.

Maybe you want the people of the whole country to unite and work hard to build a new China.

However, at this moment, a scene appeared in front of my eyes: Uncle Gao, the flag bearer of the National Flag Guard in "The First Lesson of School", was just a flag-waving action in order to raise the national flag, carry forward China's prestige and safeguard the dignity of the national flag. He tirelessly practiced the flag-raising action for thousands of times every day, striving to do the best; A 99-year-old Tibetan grandmother has been raising the national flag every day for decades, rain, snow, wind and frost, to show her love for the motherland ... It is these ordinary people who always carry the national flag in their hearts, always share the same fate with their mothers, * * * breathe, start from the little things around them, and add luster to our mothers with their own words and deeds, and our motherland will grow stronger day by day.

10, our motherland will celebrate its 60th birthday.

I will start from myself, learn knowledge well, lay a good foundation, serve the motherland in the future, and let the national flag in my heart forever fly!

Write a composition of more than 250 words about street attractions.

The scenery on the edge is beautiful, but some are just beautiful. The scenery in my heart is beautiful, and some of them are really touching.

Dad's love is the most beautiful scenery left in my heart.

July and August will always give you an unexpected "surprise", a day to make up lessons in summer vacation.

The wind roared, the lightning flashed and thundered, and it rained cats and dogs again.

I thought it was a thunderstorm, but it was still raining outside the teacher's window, and I began to fidget. How can I go home in such a heavy rain? "Ding-"class was over, but everyone in the class lost their vitality and faded.

There was a sigh in the classroom. I looked up at the sky. It was still so gloomy that I had to bite the bullet and rush home.

"Ah, how such a heavy rain.

"I was soaked through in a short time." Come on, it's all out.

"I tried to comfort myself.

When I finally got home, my grandparents hurried out to help me carry my schoolbag. "Where's your dad?" I don't know.

""How? As soon as it rains, he will deliver the raincoat.

"I don't understand and worry about my grandmother's face. He quickly walked back to the room. One, two or three calls went unanswered." What can I do? What should I do ... Bah, look at my crow mouth.

"Grandma said to herself.

After half past twelve, I strode to open the door. "Dad, you're back!" Grandma also rushed over: "Where have you been, dead child?" ""I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was waiting there when a car came and knocked me down. My hand is bleeding, so I have to go to the hospital. Sorry, I can't give you my raincoat.

"I looked up at my father. My dark face is covered with traces of rain and dirt. Although I was wearing a raincoat, my clothes were completely soaked. I stepped forward and grabbed my father's hand. I saw a bright red wound through the gauze. My tears suddenly fell down, fell on the gauze, mixed with my father's blood, and my eyes suddenly stopped.

Dad's love, together, it is like a mountain, it is as delicate as water, and it has become the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

Urgently ask the teacher to write a composition about what happened in the street, about 500 words. How to write? ...

In a busy street, tall buildings stand between heaven and earth, and people come and go on the street. Suddenly, dark clouds gathered and it began to rain.

"Tick-tock" and "Tick-tock" ... "Hey, ahead, let's go, let's borrow a road.

"People's shouts, car flutes, rain, noisy voices.

"Tu Tu, Tu Tu" A cart full of the harvest fruits of the farmer's uncle came from a distance and shuttled its huge body among the busy people.

Xiaoming, a roadside fruit seller, suddenly brightened up and collapsed. The cargo hold of the bus clicked, and the "barrier" behind it was loose and it was about to fall.

There was a five-year-old girl who lost her mother in the crowd and hobbled behind the bus, which was stopped because of traffic jam.

There was another click of "card", and there was a strange sound behind the bus, but behind the bus, except for the stalls on both sides of the road, there was only the little girl.

But she doesn't know how dangerous her situation is. She didn't know what a terrible conspiracy was hidden by the strange calls on the bus. She is still too young.

"Bang" is another very clear sound. The so-called "barrier" of the bus has fallen, and the goods on the bus will hit the little girl and even drown her.

Just then, Xiao Ming, a young man selling fruit, jumped up and carried the little girl out.

But because the goods had been smashed, Xiao Ming was smashed by ripe apples at once.

As the apples came up one after another, some stall owners came here and pulled Xiao Ming out. He was covered with broken apples, but fortunately, Xiao Ming and the little girl were all right.

People flooded in, and car drivers and shippers seemed to have a premonition of what was going to happen and got off the bus one after another to solve the problem.

A woman came over, picked up the little girl and coaxed her.

The little girl burst into tears. She was really scared.

After listening to people's conversation, the woman went to Xiao Ming who saved the little girl: "Thank you, young man!" " "As soon as the woman turned around, she saw that Xiao Ming's booth was smashed. Because she just bought fruit at that booth and lost her daughter, she insisted on losing money.

Xiaoming said that he would accept nothing.

At this point, the owner also came to apologize.

What a noble soul!

A composition about roads, 600 words.

At the crossroads, I stood in front of the fork in the road and didn't know where to go-I was the only one on the deserted street. I stood in front of the intersection, and there were two streets that seemed to have no end in sight.

I don't know whether to turn left or right. It seems that both roads are right, and neither seems right. I hesitated, thinking-on the left is the happiness brought by growth, and on the right is the trouble brought by growth ... So I first walked into the street on the right and saw countless test papers flying all over the sky. The shopkeepers in the shops on the street are so sad and indifferent that I can't help shivering.

A beggar knelt beside me in the street, and his dry hands were covered with scars blown out by the wind.

He held up a broken bowl with longing in his eyes, but I was numb. I glanced at him and walked straight ahead.

A pure voice came from the horizon: "Sister, please give him some money, how pitiful he is ..." How familiar and kind, wasn't this the first reaction when I saw a beggar as a child? However, now that I think about it, it's ridiculous ... suddenly, my heart was hit by something. Yes, growing up made me lose my child's innocence and sympathy.

Believing that "every man for himself, the devil takes the hindmost" has made me feel nothing about those touching stories.

Every parent's signature on the flying test paper reminds me of my parents' tireless teaching, and every unsatisfactory score reminds me of the loss brought by my growth.

I also realized that with a little growth, my freedom will be deprived a little bit until one day I can be truly independent ... I looked up and found that this street was actually not long, so I turned around, walked to the starting point, and then walked into the street on the left.

As soon as I walked into this street, I could feel the joyful atmosphere. I smiled at me when I saw the perfect test paper. Although their partners have brought me a lot of losses, they have brought endless pride and pride.

This may be like a growing contradiction, which will bring joy and trouble.

Several of my good friends suddenly jumped out of the street, and we talked and laughed and walked straight on.

Yes, growing up has brought me friendship that nothing can buy.

Without growth, I can't know how to treat others and how to communicate. It was growth that made me make many confidants. They will stand up when I need help, try their best to comfort me when I am in pain and share them when I am happy. This is an incalculable wealth in my life.

I walked with my friends for a long time before I found out that this street really has no end.

The friend suddenly asked, "Why should you experience your troubles first?" "I don't know, because my mind always seems to be thinking about those troubles …" Suddenly, I understand why I always feel that growing up brings endless troubles. It turned out that my mind was full of troubles, but I really forgot the happiness brought by growth ... In a flash, I knew why I was at a loss when I stood at the fork in the road. I stopped to face the sunset on the horizon and said to myself in my heart, no matter what happens.

Right?

The composition about Celebrity Avenue is a few hundred-word essay, which is about scenery and comfort.

Family, an eternal theme.

It is this kind of affection that blood is thicker than water that accompanied us through every unforgettable day and wrote our colorful life.

Through the window of history, I peep, I see my family, and I see stories about the past, the present and the future.

More than a hundred years ago, thunderstorms, heavy rains and strong winds rushed to the boat carrying children. The children and the mother on the shore cried heartbreakingly, but to no avail. In this way, the separation of flesh and blood, the wind whistling. It looked at this scene with a smile and laughed at the thin mother who could not change the fate of separation of flesh and blood.

I not only saw the tragedy of this scene in the past 100 years, but also saw the yearning of people living in different parts of the world in the days of separation of flesh and blood.

Time flies, but thousands of miles away, there are also constant thoughts about mother and son.

Yes, how can family ties be diluted by distance and time! During the long night, fishing boats lit up their fishing lights. Through this slight fire, the son seemed to see the thin figure of his mother staring with tears.

"Mom", my great mother, I must come back to you! "Hope" convinced his son that the darkness would be dispelled by the bright sunshine one day. Finally, on a sunny morning, a small fishing boat sailed into the harbor where he was born. Mother and son are crying and excited. At this time, the window of history watched quietly, proud of it, for mother and son.

It remembers the joy and tears of that moment.

However, I found that under this joy, my mother still hides a trace of depression.

It turns out that the mother has another son, whose name is Taiwan Province Province. Although Taiwan Province Province and her mother are just separated by a gorge, they have never been able to throw themselves into her arms.

His eyes are full of helplessness.

In a dying tree near the window of history, a bird with broken wings cried, "Mom, I want to go home ..." Everything I heard was heartbroken.

Ah, I see it. The mother of the injured bird flew to save her baby. Mother bird is tired of flying to find birds, but at the moment she doesn't stop, but is busy healing birds and finding food for them.

Finally, the bird's injury was completely healed, and she flew in the air with her mother, looking around: the old dead tree grew new buds under the moisture of rain.

The wind is clear, the clouds are quiet, the sky is blue and the grass is green.

Because of family, the world becomes wonderful; Because of family relations, mother and son will be reunited.

The composition of the scene description is 500 words

"Spring Festival" is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation.

At this time, every family will get together for a reunion dinner.

Migrant workers are scrambling to pack their bags and get ready to go home, with a year's salary in their hands and warm hearts; We children who have achieved good results are in high spirits, waiting for their parents' praise ... Streets and alleys, community supermarkets, everywhere is a scene of jubilation and excitement.

Today is New Year's Eve.

In the early morning, the golden sun shines all over the earth.

My mother and I went shopping happily, and the street seemed to change overnight. The streets are full of lanterns and colorful decorations, which are very lively. Every household posted "Daofu", couplets and red lanterns.

People dressed in festive costumes, with smiles on their faces, went to various markets, some shopping, some watching, and there was a happy and detailed scene.

At 8 pm, the Spring Festival Gala begins. My family is sitting in front of the TV watching the Spring Festival Gala. The program of the party is wonderful: there are beautiful songs, humorous sketches and funny cross talk ... This program is colorful and dazzling.

"Dangdang Dangdang ..." As the New Year bell rings, fireworks will ring together.

My father and I took out the fireworks we had already prepared and lit the fireworks tube. We only heard a loud noise. A fireworks bomb rose into the air and exploded in an instant. The exploding fireworks look like a beautiful lotus with petals flying in the air. At this time, fireworks are ejected from the fireworks tube, flashing in the sky like countless bright and dazzling meteors ... There are other fireworks in the sky, some of them.

Loud firecrackers, brilliant fireworks, flying in the sky, all kinds of colors, embellishing the sky into a flower, the night sky suddenly became dazzling.

At this time, the scene was surrounded by the melody of laughter, firecrackers, shouts and music. It's really lively.

Composition on Central Street

I like the central street in my hometown. Have you ever heard of it? He has the reputation of "the first street" in Harbin.

He can best express Harbin, the characteristic street of Little Paris in the East.

Let me introduce you.

Central Street starts from Songhua River Flood Control Memorial Tower in the north and ends at Xinyang Square in the south, with a total length of1.450m and a width of 21.34m, of which110.8m is a pedestrian street, and 100 has been called "the first street in Asia" for many years. It is not only a pedestrian street, but also an art Expo street.

The most distinctive pavement of Central Street is that the whole street is made of bread. Pucheng's riding is the size of a Russian steamed stuffed bun, and its stone surface is gray.

Exquisite secret history, bright and mellow, is extremely rare in the history of roads at home and abroad. It is said that more than 600,000 pieces of granite were used to pave this road. The price of each square stone is equivalent to a silver dollar, and a silver dollar is higher than a poor man's monthly meal. Therefore, people say this is a street paved with silver dollars, and they also call it "golden road".

"This is Central Street, and I love my hometown.

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Write a composition at 600 Xiushui Street.

My hometown is in xiushui county, Jiangxi Province, which is a beautiful place.

Trees are lush and flowers are in full bloom all year round.

In spring, Miss Chun walked lightly onto the stage in colorful clothes. With a wave of her long sleeves, everything on the ground was dyed green.

Miss Chun weaves beautiful flowers with delicate hands and scatters them under the stage.

Flowers fly to the green earth and green trees, and immediately, the green leaves are full of flowers.

In summer, the blazing sun bakes everything on the earth mercilessly.

The earth was so hot that it seemed to be covered with a huge steamer, which made people breathless.

However, this is the charm of summer and makes me feel warm.

Autumn is the harvest season. Look, there are many big and red apples hanging high on the apple tree in the orchard.

The grapes on that vine are big and purple. It looks really mouth watering.

Two pomegranate trees are covered with red pomegranates, and they are crowded one by one, as if they would fall down carelessly.

The breath of winter quietly came to the world, and he turned the whole world into white with one punch; He blew down the goose feather-like snow; He blew people's love for winter; It blew away the clothes on the tree; Once it explodes.

My hometown is like an exhibition hall, showing the beautiful scenery of spring, summer, autumn and winter. I love my hometown! ...

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