Write a 200-word composition around a street you are familiar with.

1. Find a short passage on a familiar street. I saw it again on a familiar street.

In the southern night, in the deep sleep of spring, I saw the old street, which rippled back and forth like water waves, and the ripples gently beat my heart. Yes, many years have passed, and I miss that old street alone at midnight, as if overlooking my youth.

This short and narrow old street is about fifty or sixty buttonwood trees away. People with good eyesight can see the south to north of this street. The pavement of the bluestone slab is uneven, and the shops along the street are also faintly visible. The old marks on the wooden door with blue tiles and gray walls are hard to identify, and even the people sitting inside are mostly white-bearded crutches. If it is rainy, there will always be some water on the road that can't be discharged for a while, which is very annoying, so always keep your eyes open when walking.

Unfamiliar people will definitely not have a good impression of this place, and there are troubles everywhere. Traffic, water and electricity, public health ... Looking up and down are hidden in daily life, big and small, and every detail contains trivial, narrow, complicated and stinging. However, residents and people familiar with the old street, especially the elderly, are very fond of the old street.

Their eternal living habits are preserved here. But the glory of the old street began at dusk.

At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, people, smoke, lights and all kinds of sounds exude a kind of visible, messy, secular but warm. It's like this every day, whether it's cold or hot in summer, windy or rainy. At this time, the streets will gradually become active.

Did you get a look at him? The shops whose lintels were blackened by fireworks began to boil water. Just like going to the battlefield, no one falls behind. They opened the oven door, steamed buns, set the table, laid wires ..., the most striking of which was the burden booth gathered here from the air. Oh, they almost moved out the whole house, pots and pans, tables and stools, everything was ready, even the water was packed in plastic buckets. Somehow, they are always more diligent in business than the people in the shop. Some of them are sisters, husbands and wives, or uncles. In short, they are relatives at home, and they are related by blood in their bones.

These flowing landscapes are like a touch of rosy clouds in the western sky. At a certain moment, the people in it will be a little touched: they will have a little awe of being alive, but it will all pass, very light and persistent, like the wind. What is there to think about? People do business in an orderly way. They smiled, thought nothing, and ate seriously. The darkness spread bit by bit, and the night came.

They are the protagonists here and have reached a self-evident harmony with those shops. It's only three years' study time, and when they graduate, the next batch of people will follow.

They are passers-by like flowing water, and the old street has witnessed their most precious youth. They finished this old street.

A year or two later, when they revisited their hometown as teachers, people still knew them in the old street. For example, the fat boss of the bookstore can call out their names in one bite, and his memory is as good as that of the day. The proprietress of jewelry store likes to make friends with her best. When she saw you, she asked, Are you busy at work? Are you dating someone? Other meetings are embarrassing, the hotel owner suddenly said with a livid face. When do you have another account to settle? The listener was ashamed and speechless for a moment. Yunnan rice noodles and cold rice noodles are sold by a foreign couple. The shopkeeper didn't notice anything about their reunion after such a long separation. In their eyes, as long as they are customers, they are treated cheerfully. They can't understand their nostalgia and nostalgia.

But the old lady selling dumplings frowned and asked softly, do you seem to have graduated from this school? Only this sentence reminds the listener of a big taboo-time is like water, the world is long, and some friendships are always cut off. I finally got a chance to visit that old street.

However, a message dispelled my idea: my alma mater, Normal University, no longer exists! However, I still miss Laojie, my classmate. Do you often see the past years in your dreams as I do? At that time, the wind in the old street blew gently, blowing our bright smiling faces. We thought that life was like this, fragrant, cheerful, intoxicated and endless.

The street I am familiar with is the street I am familiar with.

Walking on this familiar street, the sun shines on people's food stalls and fruit stalls, people shouting, dogs growling, children playing and laughing memories.

In this street in summer, the sun is scorching. The stall owner put up a big umbrella on the stall. Passers-by are all holding ice cream in their hands and eating it with relish. The dazzling sunshine makes people hard to open their eyes. Several old people were sitting in the newsstand, playing mahjong around a small stone table. "Hu!" This voice reached my ears, and this sentence made me feel kind.

In the evening, the lights in the tea house are on, the lights in the shop are on, and the street becomes quiet. Adults who come home from work stop in front of food stalls. "This ... well, this!" People used to point to the food they wanted. After a while, they came out with plastic bags.

In autumn, the road is covered with fallen leaves, maple leaves and old leaves ... a yellow sea with a little red and green. The leaves turned yellow, and autumn came ... The wind was too strong for people to move forward. Boom-boom-boom-the signboard of the shop fell down, the big plastic bag on the roof slipped, and people moved forward quickly covering their eyes.

The tree became bare, and the big tree was next to a school. I remember that our remedial classes need to take off-campus classes. A dozen of our children sang after the teacher and the song stopped. Several boys are talking about computer games. Kiya and I followed the team and tasted the ice cream carefully. It was a hot summer, and kiya and I talked and laughed all the way.

One weekend in summer, I walked along that road with some friends and drank the iced black tea just bought by the tea house. Cool tea moistens our hearts. "Go to the magazine shop!" "A voice broke the silence, drumming-we ran to the magazine store, and in a short time we walked out of the magazine store with our beloved magazines and returned to this side street.

Today, I walked on this street again, in the street of kiya school. I relived the bits and pieces in my mind. The wind is blowing, blowing my messy hair, blowing the past that has disappeared.

The street I once walked, the familiar street. ...

Please help me find a familiar street photo composition. Thank you for being familiar with the street.

The autumn wind is blowing and the trees on both sides of the street are swaying. I walked along the long street and couldn't help looking up at the trees.

Although those trees have no stout bodies, they still stand tall and straight. The extra branches seem to have been trimmed and look so "neat". After the swaying trees were baptized by nature, most of the leaves fell, and the remaining yellow leaves seemed to be taken away by the autumn wind soon! The tree certainly doesn't want to, but what can it do? Autumn wind is the messenger of nature, and the tree is just a "little doll" who can't walk or run, has life and soul but has no choice. Even if you don't give up the leaves that accompanied him through the ups and downs, how can you compete with nature? It may also be dominated by its term of office. Perhaps it also understands that it is not only nature that controls it, but also humans. Humans saw that it was crooked and ugly, so they split it and repaired it. When he saw that he was in trouble, he cut it down, euphemistically calling it: helping him grow. You can keep it if you want to use it as an ornament. If you don't like it, you can cut it down to make furniture or something. What can it do in the face of all this? It is its only choice to acquiesce, bear, yield and let it be at its mercy! Don't! It should be said that it is impossible to choose! Another autumn wind blew, which woke me up unconsciously. The tree is still swaying in the wind, and then it seems to me that it is covered with a sad coat, which seems so helpless. Yes, who wants to be a "doll" at the mercy of others? Even a tree that can't move.

I would like to be an eagle and embrace the whole sky; Spread your wings and soar on the sea; Standing on the top of the mountain, proudly free and easy. Never be a tree that can't control your own destiny.

Write a composition with a river or a street I know. I know a river.

There is a river in front of my house. I don't know its name, but I often live with it day and night, and we have feelings for each other. In my mind, it is a river carrying happiness, sadness, happiness and hope. In spring, it is a happy angel.

When spring came, the ice on its river was quietly torn apart by the spring last night. The sleeping river woke up. It's happy. Did you hear that? It is blowing the horn of spring, and the fish and shrimp are awake. With friends, the river is more cheerful. Look, it is leading the fish and shrimp to dance briskly. Ah, there are trees on both sides of the river bank! In spring, it is an angel of joy!

Summer is a sad gentleman.

Whenever summer comes, its mood becomes sad. In the morning, when the first ray of sunshine shines on the earth, it wakes up. At this time, it is still happy, but when the sun rises completely, it becomes sad, because it feels that people's hearts are too bad. For yourself, for your own convenience, do not hesitate to pollute it. So, in summer, he is a sad gentleman!

In autumn, it is the messenger of happiness.

When autumn comes, the fruits on the fruit trees on both sides of the river are ripe. "Bang", an apple fell into the river. It felt very happy and thought: Great! My fish and shrimp have something to eat! The fruit tree seems to be proud of such an achievement. "Hua La" a cool autumn wind blew, and the leaves on the tree fell one after another, just like dancing butterflies, all fell on it, and the leaves floated to the horizon. . Autumn, it is the messenger of happiness!

In winter, it is the goddess of hope.

Whenever winter comes, there will be a thick layer of ice on the river. At this time, it fell asleep. In the dream, it hopes that human beings will not be stubborn. In the long run, it will become a polluted river. It doesn't like this. What's wrong with playing with shrimp and fish in spring? With this hope, it fell asleep quietly. While expecting the arrival of spring, it looks forward to the early awakening of mankind ... in winter, it is the goddess of hope!

But now the river is completely different from the past: its hope has not been realized, and all kinds of garbage float on the water surface, polluting the pure river in a mess. It's nothing. What is hateful is that human beings are still throwing garbage into the river and dyeing the green river blue. In the polluted environment, fish and shrimp gradually die, and the river falls into great sadness. One night, it said to me, "human beings are simply better than." Woo-hoo ~ ~ "Speaking of which, it finally couldn't help crying ... I'm here to appeal loudly: Dear people, wipe off the dust in your heart and protect water resources together! I believe that as long as everyone pays a little, the world will become a beautiful home! No one wants to live in a dirty environment, so please protect the environment! The earth belongs to all of us, and it is our duty to protect it. Let's take action together!

5. How delicate and petite a familiar street bird is! I only saw crows and sparrows in Beijing.

Sometimes I see woodpeckers. However, here, the snow has not melted yet, and birds are flying in droves.

The first one is the bluebird. Westerners regard the bluebird as the symbol of the happiest, which I think is the most appropriate.

The news of spring was reported diplomatically because of the singing of robins. Robins stand in the snow and grass with their chests red, which is extremely vivid.

Hummingbirds are even smaller and very slim. When it flies over the flower tip, it is smaller than the flower. Sometimes I look up and catch a glimpse in the mountain pavilion, but I just hold my breath and stand still, even afraid to move my eyes. I seem to be afraid that this fragile little fairy will be scared away.

In addition, there are many birds with bright feathers, which I have to doubt, because I can't find their China names. Get up early before sunrise, and the mountains are full of light and beautiful songs.

In the hazy breeze, listening with a pillow makes people calm. Spring is a world of birds, and I thoroughly realized these two sentences: "Birds sing in spring" and "I wake up easily in this spring morning, and birds are singing everywhere"! We like birds best in our life.

Among the roses and lilacs, there are nests of Qingdao and robin, which are built so low that you can touch them with one hand. I often visit the families of these birds, but I never do anything to ruin their family happiness, such as stealing eggs and catching chickens.

I thought I was only leaving home temporarily, and my parents were already so concerned. If I am caught in a cage and never come back, won't my parents be heartbroken? I love myself, I love chicks, I love my parents, I love chicks' parents! What an interesting thing it is. Look at the broken-shell bird. Its yellow mouth and sparse feathers make it look ugly.

They are also extremely gluttonous and chirp in their nests all day! I'm so tired that I'm flying around. As they grew up, their mother took them to the ground.

Their feathers are fluffy, their calves are staggering, and they look fatter than their mothers. They are stupid and jump around with their mother.

Mother pecked a bug by accident, so they rushed to eat it. Getting up early, my mother taught them to sing. My mother's voice was euphemistic, but their voice was stupid.

These days, they can fly completely, sing and know that they are foraging, so they are no longer tired of their mothers. When I went to see them the day before yesterday, these chicks were no longer in their nests. They built a new nest.

On the branches not far from their parents' nests, they often visit their parents. Worms are cute, too.

Pink-purple butterflies, snails with round shells on their backs, buzzing bees, even frogs singing in the water every night and fireflies flashing among flowers are extremely gentle and childish. If you love it, it loves you.

Because they love children too much. Adults are too busy to play with them. 54438+0； Where does the text express the feelings that "I" and the bird want to be dear most? Write it down.

- - 、2; The article reveals the author's careful observation everywhere, please summarize according to the following tips. I saw it:-. I heard it. -"I" thought of it.

6. Write a composition about a place you are familiar with. I live in Jiexiu, my hometown, where I was born and raised. I have a special feeling for it.

There are many beautiful places in Jiexiu. The place I am most familiar with is Beitan Park. The scenery of Beitan Park is very beautiful.

As soon as I entered the park, the tall stone pagoda came into view. There are thousands of holes in the tower, in which one Buddha statue after another is molded and bells are hung. When the wind blows, the bell rings, just like playing a beautiful tune. Welcome to visit. Then we went deep, surrounded by green bushes, and from time to time came the "singing" of birds, which was very nice.

The soil exudes a faint fragrance, and the flowers are comparable to each other in different colors of flower skirts, which makes you feel comfortable and pleasing to the eye. Walking, the surrounding bushes disappeared, and a wide artificial lake appeared in front of you.

In winter, the lake freezes and fish hide and seek in the depths of the water. At this time, there is a beautiful lake as jade. In spring, the ice and snow melt, the lake is clear and transparent, and the fish jump out of the water from time to time, as if cheering: "Spring is coming!" " "The willows around are like an elegant girl combing her long hair in front of the mirror, showing a beautiful spring scenery.

Not far from the artificial lake, there is a beautiful rockery. After climbing up, you will see a small pavilion with many exquisite patterns carved on it. I saw a few people sitting in the pavilion chatting, looking very relaxed.

Birds and flowers are singing and flowers are blooming around the pavilion. In autumn, some yellow leaves fall like a golden carpet; In summer, trees cover the pavilion. Although the sun is scorching, it is extremely cool there. People sit here and feel a kind of peace that has never been seen before.

What a beautiful place! I often go there to feel the beautiful scenery. Quiet and beautiful as a fairy mirror.

In my opinion, it is far better than other places. This is Beitan Park, which is my most familiar place and my favorite place.

7. Please write a reference essay on "This Street" as required.

This street

At the beginning of the lights, dim street lamps stand quietly on both sides, shining on this vicissitudes of life street.

I don't know when my life has been related to this old street.

Spring, stepping on the morning sunshine, walking slowly, breaking the tranquility of the morning with a tune that can't be adjusted, enjoying the sweet morning breeze alone.

In summer, the scorching sun shines on this quaint avenue through dense leaves, which dispels the summer heat.

Autumn has come without warning, with fallen leaves all over the streets and the wind blowing all over the city. People who like to call friends walk in the old street, "Chen Wenjing. . "The ground crushed the old life in the old street. Behind it is the laughter of another group of children.

The arrival of winter makes this small street desolate and depressed, like a weak old man, lifeless. It's so depressing, I can only hear a string of laughter like a bell in this quiet old street.

Or this street is really too old, that is, there are too many people walking on this street, and the street surface has been badly worn.

I remember that this old street left me the footprints of my former classmates, how much I laughed and how much I missed.

People will grow up after all, and this street will grow old with the passage of time. The past will eventually become a point in memory and the dust in the years.

Test analysis: This is a propositional composition with the topic of "This Street". The central content is "street" and the background is placed in a past experience. Therefore, the intention must be true, that is, the theme of the composition must be true, it must be true feelings, and it must conform to objective facts. In this way, this street will become a valuable asset in our life, and it will also give us a profound inspiration.

8. The familiar flavor of the old street constitutes that every time you walk through the old street, it always lies quietly in the noisy city. The flowing time has solidified and warmed up, reflecting a floating and jumping dust. The wet and ancient smell is coming. This is the smell of time.

The smell of the old street is filled with the mellow smell of wood. Houses on both sides of the old street were cut down. After so many years of spring and autumn, it never stopped growing. Breathing people's aura, they become psychic, giving life to the old street with the ancient canal revetment. . Years are gradually revealed from some dead branches and leaves, overflowing from the window lattice with the sound of words, and flowing out from the well in the street with a "squeak".

It's really quiet here This silence caught the old people who met for the first time off guard. The frolicking children, like a string of pleasant winds, cross the old street and hit the curtain wall that can't see the time, but they can't escape the vicissitudes of life. It's really quiet here Footsteps on the bluestone board echoed in the old street, like the beating heart sound of the old street. People in the old street live in peace. The old lady yawned on the bamboo chair and quietly put the thoughts of the years into her dream until the beautiful starry sky disappeared, until the sunset was in the mountains and the moon was half a wall.

However, if the old street is located outside the green poplar smoke, just in the grass, try to maintain a consistent style as much as possible. Although glory and decline, reserve and loneliness always go hand in hand, Laojie will stubbornly stick to its own style. But the old street is located in the corner of the city, and he can only struggle to survive. He can't hide it.

So the people in the street moved away quickly and the old houses began to be demolished. Scattered windows such as carved railings are like empty eye sockets, and you can't see the soul in the depths.

The new road was soon paved, wide and long. There was no hawking along the street, and when we talked to the door, people's breath was isolated far away, but the old street was finally integrated with this era. People can't live in the same street forever, and they can't forget this era forever. The new era must be opened up on a new road, and the years cannot be solidified for too long.

Don't hate the new road, and don't feel sorry for the old one. The old road is not dead. She just fulfilled the mission entrusted by the times. Her soul has been deeply trapped in everyone's ears, and people will remember it forever.

The new road is old, and the new road is born here. The old street is also brand-new because of this new asphalt road. The wooden house became a small shop, where there were all kinds of goods. The shouts of the past came back, but it felt completely different, with car horns in the middle. ...

Now, the new highway is like a golden belt, winding from the mountain pass in the east to the Luoqu River. After running a few steps with the swift river, it suddenly hid in a birch forest in the west and disappeared.

Ahem, when I wrote this, I found it was very late. Looking at the old street, it is quiet because of time, and only a few cars pass by occasionally. ...