If you write a composition around the 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.

2. Write an article of about 550 words on the topic of "A street I am familiar with". Walking on this familiar street, the sun shines on people's food stalls and fruit stalls, and people's shouts, dogs' growls, children's playing sounds and laughter memories come and go.

In summer, this street is scorching in the hot sun. The stall owner held a big umbrella in the booth, and passers-by ate ice cream with relish. The dazzling sunshine makes people hard to open their eyes. Several old people sat by the newsstand and played mahjong around a small stone table.

"Hu!" The sound reached my ears and made me feel kind. In the evening, the lights in the milk tea house are on, so are the lights in the store, and the streets become quiet.

The adults who came home from work stopped at the food stall: "This ... well, this!" "In the past, people pointed to the food they wanted and then came out with plastic bags full of food. 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 turn yellow, and autumn is coming. The wind is too strong for people to move forward.

The tree became bare, and the big tree was next to a school. I remember that there was an off-campus class in our remedial class, and more than a dozen of our children sang along with the teacher.

The song stopped, several boys talked about computer games, and kiya and I followed the team, savoring the ice cream. It was a hot summer, and kiya and I talked and laughed all the way.

One weekend in summer, I walked down that street with some friends and drank iced black tea that I just bought from a tea house. Cool tea moistens our hearts. "Go to the magazine shop!" A voice broke the silence.

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 small street. Today, I walked down this street again, and I relived those bits and pieces in my mind.

The wind is blowing, blowing my messy hair, blowing the past that has disappeared.

Ask to write a composition about the street, community or village you are familiar with. In the summer vacation, my father took me to visit Suzhou gardens.

As soon as we arrived at the classical gardens, we were attracted by antique buildings and leafy old trees. Let's talk about antique buildings, red painted columns and green painted railings. They are beautiful! There are colorful paintings on the railings of every room, with all kinds of people and flowers on them, but thousands of paintings are different. The building is very wide, with 400 to 500 square meters. If you are alone in it at night, you are really a little scared. This building is made of wood and full of national characteristics.

Go through the building and come to the backyard. Wow! Suzhou people really enjoy it. Although the yard is not big, it is spacious, which can enjoy the cool and is very comfortable. What a beautiful yard! There are small bridges and flowing water, which reminds me of the poem "Small Bridges and Flowing People" and makes a poetic arrangement. There are countless lotus flowers on the lake, white and red, like the face of a little doll. There is also a pavilion dedicated to rest. After seeing so many beautiful scenery, it is the most personalized pavilion. Walking across the small bridge, a forest came into view and walked in. There is a little sunshine on the grass. Squirrels occasionally run between trees, and the fragrance of flowers and plants comes to the nose. Just like being in the beauty of nature!

Walking through the yard, the exit arrived, and we reluctantly left this beautiful paradise.

Familiar street composition 600 words familiar 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.

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 on a river or 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!

7. 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. ...

8. I am familiar with the composition of a city. This is a familiar and unfamiliar city, and every lamp is brilliant and lonely.

In the repeated winter for so many years, sometimes the wind is good, and the only constant is the stubborn cold. I like this cold, cold incisively and vividly, free and easy like the generous character of the northeast people. Look at the breath exhaled in winter, which corresponds to the white world. I'm just wondering why I'm always used to walking aimlessly on the road alone, as if I were exiled to myself. If only I could really be exiled in an open and boundless snowy world. In a space without end and interference, there would be no loneliness and prosperity.

However, I walked and saw the light. At the beginning of the city of Deng Hua, the lights were dazzling and confusing. I have to admit, I like the night in the city. I capture my soul into this colorful world by singing and dancing. I will not fall in love with people in a city easily. I have been in love with this city for three years. Familiarity does not mean understanding. I am only familiar with this city. There are so many places, so many people and things that are strange to me. Even, I often get lost in places I have been.

I like the noise of this city, but I always feel that it has nothing to do with me. Sometimes, I hope to dispel my eternal loneliness with the noise of this city, but I find that I am even more lonely after the noise. If I cry when I look at the flashing lights of a street and these splendid things, it must be because I am a natural person who likes silence. Therefore, I like watching fireworks. I like the moment when they bloom. In the name of life, I try my best to spray them in the black sky, dazzling and gorgeous. However, after such a fireworks show, who will comfort those endless loneliness that spread to the dark?

This is a warm and indifferent city, and there is no trace of kissing in every touch.

I don't know how to fully integrate into the blood of this city, and I always feel very close.

I like walking on that rugged street. The vicissitudes of history have the flavor of years. I like sitting by the river and watching the bright lights on the other side. Suddenly one day, I found that what I have been used to is that she doesn't care. Maybe those people have already replaced my love for her when I walked gently and her inner delivery when I sat there quietly. The same footsteps are repeated by thousands of people every day. In the same place, so many people will choose to sit down. However, even so, will they feel the same love with the same attitude and mentality? Definitely not. However, this city doesn't care, maybe it won't keep my memory, so I'm doomed to find no trace of my visit here, and those once sincere kisses will disappear.

One day, I will leave this city, but she has left an indelible mark on my life. I won't remember any city so attentively, because I have no strength to experience it seriously, and I won't have memories to replace the stories sealed in my life, the dazzling lights, the teasing of taste buds, the roar of trains, the bleak river wind, the waiting at street corners and the holding hands in those years.

9. The familiar outline of street composition has been almost seventeen years since its birth. In the face of unfamiliar and familiar streets, the focal length of the eyes has long since disappeared, leaving only memories ... I still remember that the streets used to look as gray as the roads, and then slowly spread a layer of cement, spread different shapes of floors, and spread different colors, three steps and a combination pattern.

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. Night is not like the day now. I can enjoy the fun and * * brought by darkness with my friends when I go home after studying at night. Now there is a street lamp and two "lights" in the street, and there is no more laughter in the street ... Now I am lying in bed, and when I am about to fall asleep, the horn of a big truck comes from my ear, which wakes me up and makes me lean back.

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, but there are still so many, but I can't find the original memory in the street ... The street has changed, the street lamps have changed, they have all changed, they have all changed.