Street view description composition

1. There are several essays on street view for reference: First, the street view is fine, just like yesterday.

The sun shines on every corner, along the dirty path. The uncle who sells breakfast is as busy as ever, but very happy.

Whenever he sells a fried dough stick or a bowl of soybean milk, he smiles and twists the change in his pocket. People on the road are busy catching their own way, with a fast pace and full of rhythm.

I wandered aimlessly in this familiar street. The body is already very tired.

But I don't know where the real resting place will be. I don't know if that distant place called heaven will open for me.

The girl selling flowers fiddled with pots of fresh and beautiful flowers in front of her. She always comes out early. Because the flowers in the morning will look more gorgeous.

When I pass by here, I always like to go to her, ask the price of some unknown flowers, and then tell her a few jokes to make her squint and say, "You are so interesting …" But today I just want to stay away from her. Because it makes her more beautiful.

It may also be that there are countless bright flowers facing it, showing the ruddy lips more and more. The longer you stay in this street, the more comfortable you will feel.

Maybe it's because I've been depressed at home for a long time and it's hard to get some air. There were no hawking and shouting, and the street was not crowded because I came early.

There are few people here before nine o'clock. But business people must come early, occupy the territory and put the goods in order.

Although the smell of spring is approaching, the cold still makes people tremble. Cars lined up on the side of the road, and I wondered how spectacular it would be if they were pushed down.

Someone took out a small cage from a big woven bag, which contained rabbits or cats. Very small and cute.

And very weak. I've always liked these things.

I just can't raise so many at home. For now, the clown cat at home has spent a lot of energy. There are many people in this street, accompanied by noise.

But to me, this noisy sound is very real. Are you still human without noise? Slow down.

I want to really feel where I am. This is not my little room. I can only look at the sky overhead through the window.

When I feel cold, I close the window, then turn aside, take a book and eat the words on it. I have been walking this long street for more than ten years.

But I feel different every time, but I can't describe it. In other words, I have never looked around so carefully as I do today. I think it would be nice if I could keep doing this, because I need excitement.

But where is the end? Shopping malls, supermarkets, stalls, those stall owners look at people coming and going in the past, and their eyes show a very complicated expression. They stared at the pile of goods in front of them for a long time, and the dust fell on it, but no one came to see it and no one asked for the price.

Rabbits huddle together to keep out the cold, while the little girl selling rabbits can only stare at the snack bar across the street. Steaming pancakes, all kinds of barbecues, she must want to try them.

But I haven't sold a rabbit for a long time. Not that people don't like it. Maybe they are too busy to look after small animals.

Since I came to this world, can I go back? If you can't be born, how will the small animals choose-if they can choose? The fortune-teller set out, all talking about their abilities.

There are also a few people who are willing to see it. Spending some money is a virtue. Let the great gods point the way. After all, if you want to go down a certain road, you still need guidance. It's that a person's life is too short, and everyone is afraid of making a mistake.

The sun began to shine. But the wind is cold.

Sunlight can penetrate the glass and shine into the house, but it can't penetrate the heavy mood. Spring has come, but it can't take away the winter in my heart.

Maybe just tired. I think.

When is the carefree day? In this chaotic and not so clean street, maybe you can meet one or two beautiful little things. That's what I thought.

Paper-cutting, New Year pictures and clay figurines are all interesting, but I don't want to take them home. I think I'm the only one who can take it home.

When I turned around, I saw the peddler pushing a tricycle and running far away-there was no place to put it in the future. I slipped onto the sidewalk and walked straight home.

Go home. At least it can be warmer.

Small traders will think so, too. A warm place is home, but you can't make money by staying at home.

The busy figure in the street gradually disappeared from my sight. But I can still see someone shaking hands and someone patting the dust on the goods.

It's so hard for people to live. It's easier to be born than to survive.

Learning is far from being so lively, and some are just depressed. It's easy to get out.

But looking around, I really want to find a place to hide. The outside world may not be beautiful, but it is real.

But this truth is also painful. The second is the street scene that suddenly appeared in the rain. The rainy afternoon reminds me of the scene of writing an article in the department computer room a few months ago. At that time, I was so busy with an urgent matter that I forgot to bring my umbrella. At that time, the rain was like a waterfall falling from the sky, and the feeling of this rainy scene seemed worse than that of the real waterfall in the forest.

At that time, the street view was very vague, and the heavy rain covered about 80% of my sight like dense fog. So, for me, the scenery at the intersection of Roosevelt Road and Xinsheng South Road is just like it, which gives me a very vague impression. Remember what I once said about transparent prayer? I hope the heavy rain can wash my original blue-black mixed heart and turn it into a clean and transparent color. However, the feeling of rain is just the opposite of my initial expectation. Instead, it aggravated the melancholy in my heart. The street scene in rainy days, if put at that time, I would feel that this street scene seems very dreamy, because at that time, all the scenery on the road has become like an erratic dream after coma, and I have become uncertain. If I walk into the depths of that street view, will it be an illusion again? Will I hallucinate when I touch the pole of a street lamp?

2. The most beautiful street view composition 600 words The most beautiful street view

Night view is a place where people relax, entertain and relax after a busy day. There are many night scenes in China, which is a must, adding a beautiful scenery to the city. For example, the Oriental Pearl in Shanghai, the boat scenery in Chongqing, and the bustling streets in Beijing ... Chengdu is no exception, which is a household name-Tianfu Square.

At night, Argo is brightly lit, which complements each other. Shuttle vehicles, towering street lamps, resplendent shopping malls and bustling crowds make this city look enchanting and beautiful. What a beautiful city that never sleeps!

Walking on the way to Tianfu Square, melodious songs came faintly. Looking for prestige, you are greeted by the "colorful foggy city"-Tianfu Fountain. Looking around, to the north of the square is the Science and Technology Museum, and Chairman Mao waved his hand. West to the Royal Hotel; To the east are renhe spring and Jincheng Art Palace. Looking down, I saw many LED lights on the ground "stretching" to the left and right. The color of the lights changes in an orderly way, just like a kaleidoscope played when I was a child. The rhythmic light beads add a beautiful landscape to the whole square.

Keep walking, and you will come to the fountain. Behind the fountain, there are bursts of "immortal spirit". This kind of water mist uses the principle of water vapor, like a fairy descending to earth, stepping on fairy gas and coming to the world. A sweet song came to my ears, and the fountain began to shine, turning purple, blue and green, showing a colorful landscape. It's like a group of girls twisting their graceful posture on the stage through lights and songs, and then starting to "dance wildly" with coordinated movements.

On the weekend, I had nothing to do and made an appointment with my parents to go downtown. Unexpectedly, they agreed. Get ready to go!

When I got off the bus, I walked leisurely on the sidewalk, humming a song.

Singing the melody of Childhood: "Under the big tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer loudly ..." Suddenly, I looked up and stopped at a Jeanswest clothing store. Several beautiful young girls are trying to wear fashionable clothes.

Brightly colored clothes, crowded around in front of the mirror, want to see their pretty figure; In the opposite video store, three or five young musicians are trying to play rock heavy metal music, and the speed of obsession is really fast.

It will make you imagine that several years later, a world-famous music group is playing a well-known heavy metal music for the audience at the New Year concert in Vienna.

Immerse yourself in your imagination and follow the smell.

I came to the food street near the central department store. In the small shop of "Pearl and Li Gan", the salesman is shoveling out a handful of chestnuts, shouting: "Chestnuts, chestnuts, fragrant and sweet, just baked!" I can't help buying it.

A bag, still hot, peeled off the shell, and the chestnuts in Huang Chengcheng were presented to me in an unobstructed view. I took a bite, hey, it's really sweet and fragrant! Let you eat one before thinking about the next one. The "slag-dropping sesame cake" next to it is even more abundant.

At the same time, customers queue up in an endless stream, and after selling one furnace after another, they still can't keep up with the number of customers they need.

Night has fallen, but the crowd on the road has not decreased at all, but has increased. The street lights are on, blending with the neon lights on the hotel stalls, the bright or dark stars in the sky and the silver moon.

4. What sentences describe "street view"? 1. The newly-built street is very wide, and the sunshine is particularly bright in this street.

The so-called city is nothing more than bustling streets, bustling crowds, roads extending in all directions, brightly lit at night, and there will never be a sleeping day. ...

Today is New Year's Day. After lunch, we visited the temple fair in Huadu, southeast of China. When I arrived at Huadu in the southeast, I saw it was really lively and crowded.

There are many shops on both sides of the street, and the carefully arranged windows are displayed in front of people like beautiful art exhibitions.

There is a big garden in the middle of the street, and colorful flags have raised the wall of the garden. Colorful lanterns hung on ropes in the air, flashing like ribbons covered with pearls.

6. Under the background of night, cars in the street are next to each other, in rows, as if strings of dazzling pearls are flowing, and as if rows of twinkling stars are moving.

7. Overpasses are wide and flat, extending in all directions. The wide road is very clean under the erosion of rain, and a steady stream of vehicles are driving happily on it.

8. In the dense rain curtain, neon lights in shop windows on both sides of the street sprinkle red and green colored exercises on the wet asphalt pavement, like fireworks in festivals.

9. The horn of the car and the noise of pedestrians all over the street turned the festival street into a pot of porridge that rolled up and down.

10. Over ten miles up and down the Jianggan River, Luo Qi is full of pearls, chariots and horses, and you often eat everything, but you are not allowed to watch the curtains.

1 1. The cars coming and going on the road, the loud engine sound when starting, the harsh friction sound when braking, and the incessant horn sound ... make the roads on the side of the street very lively.

12. You see, in the street, all kinds of vehicles are flowing endlessly, blocking the road. There are fast cars, fast motorcycles, light electric cars and leisurely bicycles. ...

13. My eyes lit up, ah! What a wide road, with expressways on both sides and flower beds in the middle, with a total width of 40 to 50 meters.

14. There are many shops on both sides of the street, and the afterglow of dusk is lightly sprinkled on the cornices of red bricks and green tiles or pavilions, which is bright and eye-catching, adding a bit of obscurity and poetry to the bustling night scene of Luoyang City.

15. On the street, neat street trees and flower beds beside the steps give people a pleasing feeling.

5. The theme description of the street scene composition in the rain uses scenery to express the street scene in the rain.

Suddenly, a rainy afternoon reminded me of writing an article in the department computer room a few months ago. At that time, I was so busy with an urgent matter that I forgot to bring my umbrella. At that time, the rain was like a waterfall falling from the sky. This scene of rain gave people a gloomy feeling, which seemed to be even worse than the real waterfall in the forest, because

At that time, the street view was very vague. The heavy rain blocked 80% of my view like a dense fog. So, for me, the scenery at the intersection of Roosevelt Road and Xinsheng South Road is just like it, which gives me a very vague impression. Remember what I once said about transparent prayer? I hope the heavy rain can wash my original blue-black mixed heart and turn it into a clean and transparent color. However, the feeling of rain is just the opposite of my initial expectation. Instead, it aggravated the melancholy in my heart.

The street scene in rainy days, if put at that time, I would feel that this street scene seems very dreamy, because at that time, all the scenery on the road has become like an erratic dream after coma, and I have become uncertain. If I walk into the depths of that street view, will it be an illusion again? Will the pole touching the street lamp be disillusioned? I have been asking myself: Do I have to stand in such a space composed of many disappointments? Should I cross the street and ride my bike downstairs to avoid the rain?

Although this rainy street scene is composed of gray, foggy and halo-like street lamps and headlights, I have never been afraid in this half-bright and half-dark space, because I know that this street scene will be an excellent source of inspiration for my work and future writing. So, I started to look at this street scene with real eyes, looking at its gray color, creating the overall atmosphere of composition, looking at its fog, imagining the image that expresses the feeling of * * *, which is unforgettable.

Unforgettable Yes, it is my interpretation of the scene where the hero and heroine meet in the rain in Unforgettable Memory. Moreover, I think that if this story is collaged in this street view, it will definitely have a more virtual effect. After all, such street scenes are not often encountered. Perhaps this is also a part of "fate"! That street view inspired me and activated my long-blocked thinking. Even the rainy scenery in the theater can't compare with it, let alone this fleeting "afternoon".

If I put the street view of rainy days on the current axis, then what I see is only an amusement park outside the window, not a strong feeling, or more strictly speaking, it is not a street view at all, but a big yard that is quite different from what I remember. Although it also has a gray sky and is close to white rain, it will never be mine. I was at school that afternoon.

The street view in the rain is also on a rainy afternoon. Street lamps, figures and the sky have all become strange. This space is like a foreign land, a foreign land and a dream. Although strange, it is full of primitive simplicity such as religious shrines and ancient relics. Yes, it makes me feel unreal, but it appears at the intersection of this real road. On a rainy afternoon, with a strange street lamp, the crowd seemed to disappear at once, leaving me alone. It's like a dream, really a mirage.

Speaking of which, you may think I'm emphasizing mystery again! Yes, in my mind, the position of mystery is irreplaceable, but the mystery I mentioned is defined within the scope of scenery, such as street scenes in the rain, which is one of them. You ask me what color is the street scene in the rain? I don't know! That memory is no longer the usual Roosevelt Road and Xinsheng South Road, but a rainy season puzzle composed of gray, fog, water, lighting and architecture.

So the street view in the rain is also one of the past events I met. Now, those colors seem to be broadcast in front of my eyes in the form of a documentary. Is it hard to remember the past? I think it's not unbearable, but once I think about it, I will fall into the dream it weaves and wake up later. Just like me now, I still miss the street scene in the rain that makes me feel deeply.

6. This composition about daytime street view is 200 words. I like a poem by the side: "you stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs." The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams. " This poem is beautiful in artistic conception, evocative and a little Zen.

In the days to come, I often snuggle quietly in a corner of downtown, silently watching the crowds surge, and then I will think of Bian's poems. In my eyes, others are a landscape, but looking at myself from a distance is not a landscape in others' eyes? People's existence decorate the world with each other, play roles in a staggered way, and stage the drama of life. In fact, why should we care so clearly?

"When I look at things, everything is my color." The inner and outer things are actually the same. The living environment is different, and the heart is also very different. How can life be so poetic? How can it be as happy and peaceful as Bian's poems? For example, every time I look at the railing, I feel different from last time. Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad, and sometimes I can't say it. Just like today, in this bustling city, I watched the street view alone, which made me extremely profound.

Busy streets, pedestrians, traffic, the pace of time has never stopped. The streets are full of men, women and children. They are in a hurry, and everyone has their own goals and plans. We are strangers, and if there is nothing special, no one will care or take care of others. They are like parallel lines, always moving along their own tracks, as if they would never intersect one day. In a sea of people, people walked past strangers. But why do many strangers become lovers, relatives and enemies? Is there really a past life and destiny in it?

Everyone will have his own story in this life. If he tells it in detail, it can become a novel. From the time everyone was born, novels began. Some people have staged a comedy all their lives, while others have staged a tragedy, and the joys and sorrows of the world are all in the play. As for whether the novel is sentimental or emotional, only the protagonist knows its wonderful degree. Everyone who comes and goes in my eyes today is walking in a story and a legend, and I will never solve this mystery.

Will there be a wonderful story in my life? The world is so big and the person is so small. Everyone's ego is everything, but nothing to this world. Shuttling through the crowd, there was a sense of loss. Because of my joys and sorrows, ups and downs, others disdain. I am ordinary and ordinary, and my story is simple and boring. I remember I once wrote a poem, one of which was like this: "The world is really strange. Passers-by of all colors come and go like the wind in a hurry. Only when I stop, God sends me stars and moons to act on the ground and cover my figure." When writing this poem, I encountered some difficulties and many nails, thinking that I was as small as dirt. This poem truly recorded my feelings at that time, my sadness and my innocence.

My life is destined to be dull, but I won't be as sad as before. Because I gradually understand that I have been watching the distant scenery, admiring the success of others and never realizing my own value. In fact, walking alone is a beautiful scenery. Anything beautiful needs to be expressed by itself. Don't care what others think of you now. As long as you keep your faith, stick to your ideals and go forward bravely, you will surely create a miracle of life.