Writing in the street

When walking in the street, what did the students hear and see? The following is a composition about walking in the street. Let's have a look! Walking in the street composition 1

The annual Spring Festival is coming. On the street, people are busy with the Spring Festival, even my family is no exception.

My parents and I were walking in the street, and I saw jubilation everywhere, and every household was decorated with lights and colorful decorations, which was a lively scene. The goods in various stores are dazzling, and people are dazzled. The vendors are wearing all kinds of attractive signs in front of them. The vendors greet and send them with smiles on their faces, and the customers leave with satisfied smiles on their faces. The sound of crowds, cars, and hawking merged into a beautiful symphony.

let's take the Huaxia intersection. Hey, how is today different from the past? People are walking on the sidewalk, and pedestrians don't rush about the road, spit or litter. Everyone consciously obeyed the traffic rules and crossed the road to take the zebra crossing. Naturally, we are embarrassed to wear it indiscriminately. Take a closer look. Ha, there is a warning sign in the center of the intersection. There are traffic policemen and urban management uncles on duty, and there are many people wearing yellow duty armbands. I think: I must set an example and be a law-abiding citizen.

Before I know it, I have wandered to the near dusk. Luxurious street lamps on both sides of the highway also emit dazzling light to illuminate the whole city. Rows of neon lights are full of color, some are like flying waterfalls, and others are like a little girl in a colorful skirt dancing. The trees on the street were also dressed in bright clothes by spotlights. The top of every building on both sides of the street is covered with colorful lanterns, flashing, a beautiful rainbow in Wan Ru.

We walked back happily. Suddenly, not far from the sidewalk, a white-haired blind old woman was struggling to cross the road. Suddenly, a car galloped towards the grandmother, and a tragedy happened. I walked forward quickly without hesitation, grabbed the grandmother's hand and took a step forward. Just as the speeding car passed us, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. What a close call! The blind grandmother walked on the sidewalk as if nothing had happened. Mom and dad came over and said to me, good job, son! I said, you have taught me well! Haha-our hearty laughter rang out in the street. Walking in the street composition 2

In the early morning, everything seems to be covered with a thin veil, revealing a little mystery under the faint morning fog. Looking out of the window, it is a gray sky. The early birds are jumping lightly among the branches, and the crisp chirp is floating in the air and integrated into the silence. I shook my head gently, enjoying the quiet in the morning.

Walking out of the house, a gentle breeze came on us, which dispelled the wandering drowsiness and brought a touch of clarity, which made people feel refreshed immediately; Walking along the straight street, everything is so foggy. The city, which was once noisy last night, now sees only sparse figures and stray dogs shuttling through the lanes; The distant building stands towering among the fog, like a mirage.

Wandering around the park, gloomy trees stand upright in it, and the green grass on the grass is thriving under the moisture of dew, and the flowers dotted with it are even more colorful. I looked up and took a deep breath, sipping the moist fresh air in the morning and savoring the full vitality of nature.

Slowly, the crowd gradually appeared, and the old man walking the dog slowly walked across the street. From time to time, people jogging and dining cars appeared one after another, bringing a little noise to this quiet street. A little golden light falls on the street, bringing rich golden color at the same time.

Walking in the quiet streets in the morning makes my mood settle down, and I can't help but feel refreshed when I smell the fresh air. This quiet atmosphere makes my heart suddenly enlightened. Walking in the street composition 3

It's Friday again, near the end of school, the teachers rushed into the classroom-reporting their grades. Math, chemistry, English ... Oh, dear! ! ..... is a mess. I slowly packed my schoolbag. The bright red score on the examination paper seemed to make the whole paper burn, which made my hands numb and finally stuffed it into the bottom of the bag. On the way to school, I was so jammed in my heart that I felt very soft and lost my center of gravity. I don't want to go home, I don't want to see my parents' distorted faces, and I don't want to hear their angry and helpless accusations. Looking at the beautiful cars passing by from time to time on the colorful road like day, a bold idea jumped out of my heart and fled! Escape? If you can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple ... Let's put it off. Don't take the bus and walk back. Maybe my parents will be sympathetic when they see me tired.

I'm excited about this clever plan and I'm working hard. Bend over and bend your back, arch the schoolbag behind your ass upward, silently, walk along Oufeng Street step by step and move forward. The Arc de Triomphe, Yaode Hot Pot, Kawaii, Vision ... All kinds of flower-polished, delicious and noisy shops recede one by one, and the lights of various colors twinkle around me. My eyes jumped between darkness and light, and they were sore and swollen, so I just looked down at the ground and my legs gradually stopped listening.

I don't know how long I've been walking, but there was a sharp horn in my ear. I looked up and saw the car beside me and the traffic lights in front of me, and continued to March forward and cross the road. Suddenly, I found that the scenery in front of me began to be desolate, next to the messy cigarette shops and low barbershops, and in the past, rows of old houses with the word "demolition" were crumbling, just like my mood. A tree is wrapped in dust and wrapped in wires, shrugging, and leaves are whispering and singing sad songs. Stones, sand and mud can be seen everywhere under the tree, which hurts your feet and makes your shoes dirty. The buildings on both sides were gradually replaced by the demolished ruins. An abandoned public toilet was tilted on one side, the half-opened door was like a mouth with bad breath, and a solitary room in the distance gave out some yellow light, like a dim old eye that saw the wind and shed tears. Is Wuxi full of warmth and water like this? No one paid attention to my surprise, only the half moon on the horizon stared at me silently. It seems that the city is as glamorous as people, and there is also a burnout that can't be concealed. I stopped to have a rest.

"chug, chug, chug!" The loud noise startled me, only to find that a hole drilling machine was working hard on the road not far away, one by one, row by row Looks like this road needs to be repaired, too. I remember. I heard from my mother that a new world of European style would be built here, similar to that of Shanghai. I have been to shanghai new world, which is luxurious, fashionable and colorful. At night, men and women are mixed. This place is a mess. I shook my head and dragged my legs on. The calf has been numb, the soles of the feet are struggling, and there are electric shocks from the breathing nerve cells, just like the feeling of facing the test paper with a red fork on a white background.

Walking slowly onto the viaduct, the mournful black of the two rivers covered everything, and the northwest wind was blowing fiercely, making it almost impossible to move. I moved slowly step by step, so cold that I felt a little annoyed. This is a newly built viaduct, with steel bars and iron bones standing upright in the gale, showing a new generation of arrogance. I gritted my teeth to climb the steep slope, cursing the designer's sinister intentions, thinking that it was a straight slab bridge in those days. Yes, once upon a time, there were bungalows all over here, and the toilet brushes rustled in the early morning. Now there is only an elevated tower standing proudly, extending its limbs to all parts of the city. I subconsciously looked back at the ruins that I had just passed. Darkness swallowed up its shape and drowned out the sound of the hole drill, but it was alive, moving and changing. Maybe soon it will really be as brightly lit as Xintiandi and rise like this elevated building. The pain of transformation is inevitable, and the nirvana that comes after death will usher in a more dazzling tomorrow. I entrusted my schoolbag and felt that it didn't seem so heavy. Step up and go home quickly to meet the storm. Since it is the only way, going around and retreating can't change the difficulty of the road. It is better to cross the quagmire and meet the sun quickly.