Urban folk imitation composition

1. Writing the composition of urbanites is more lovely and more aura. When I suddenly turn around, I always like to post some couplets at the door.

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Some people seem to have unique urban scenery, harmony and green leaves. They gently brush people's ears according to the season and the tranquility of the night. Although they live in tall buildings, they have everything. Some people have gold powder, ducks and dragons on couplets, like lullabies and epiphyllum hummed by mom.

After several spring rains, the new buds of these plants are all sticking out, and several flowers are planted on the balcony behind the house. You will find them staring at you with watery eyes, smelling of spring, or crouching in their nests. There are always a few urbanites. Night falls quietly, and the green branches have some simple beauty. If you visit a family with pets, these couplets all symbolize the happiness of the family. Begonia is stained with a small shade, and the rest is the whine of cars passing by slowly.

Or a kitten, the car horn disappeared, the cockscomb goose came, and several pots of rich trees, rich bamboo and rhododendron were planted. You are sure to see a kitten or puppy or shake your head and welcome your city family. Compared with chickens in rural families, people who have worked hard for a day have also formed a beautiful picture, adding some vitality to spring, opening up in an orderly manner, or raising puppies.

2. urbanites write a composition. City people live in tall buildings. People always like to plant flowers on the small balcony, or plant azaleas or morning glory, so that those Hua Teng can climb up the water pipe. When the flowers fall, the balcony becomes the world of petals. It's soft to step on, and a breeze will give off a faint fragrance. The flowers are very beautiful with green vines and plump leaves. Colorful flowers add a touch of elegance to the whole building.

Cats and dogs, most people in the city keep a few. Walking in the community, you will definitely see a few slow kittens walking slowly, or a few naughty and lovely dogs rolling on the ground, or barking and beating loudly.

It would be great if there were rolling mountains behind the house. Then on the narrow path, you will see some people who love sports jogging or doing other sports there. Even if someone gets in the way, they will deftly avoid it.

If it is summer, the swimming pool is crowded with people, all of whom are very sophisticated, and the cool wind gently blows those wet faces. If you go for a walk below, you will see some children coming out one after another and going to the swimming pool armed to the teeth. The splash is so beautiful. The branches blown by the wind seem to say hello to you, and everything is so orderly. The children's faces are filled with happy smiles. I believe that no painter can paint such a sweet smile.

In autumn, the orchard is full of fruits, and small animals are storing food for the winter. Maple leaves are red, falling one by one, some spinning in the air, some dancing with the wind, and some falling straight, looking very sad. When the children saw it, they picked it up one by one and made bookmarks.

In the city, no matter when, no matter what season, it is so prosperous and beautiful. I want to enjoy the prosperity and beauty of this city, and invite you to come with me!

Write a diary of about 400 words for urbanites. Although all the high-rise buildings live in the city, many people like to plant pots at home. When they are free, they will water the flowerpots and move them to the balcony, so that the plants can fully absorb the sunlight, make them grow more luxuriantly and decorate the tall buildings more elegantly and chic.

Many families like to keep some animals at home, such as puppies, kittens and pet minks. When the sun sets, many people go home with their pets to the park, play with them or take a leisurely walk by the lake with their pets to relax themselves, relieve the fatigue of the day and spend happy time with their little pets. It's getting dark, but this is the city that never sleeps.

Unconsciously, the street lamp lit up, and so did the lights decorated on the tall buildings. Every household's lights are still on.

Street lamps are still busy and endless, and there are still many pedestrians shopping in the street. In the middle of the night, there are fewer pedestrians and vehicles on the road, but from time to time, we will see a few cars passing by on the road and a few pedestrians rushing by in the street. .............................................................................................................................

4. How to write the composition "City People" How to write city people? In the morning, it's not as lively as the country people. There is the cry of hens and cocks, and there is the song of women smashing clothes. . On the contrary, I always rush to work and school in the morning, and there are only crowds and car horns on the road. . .

At noon, all the students in the school are out of school, and all the uncles, aunts, fathers and mothers who go to work are off work. People and cars in the street are crowded again.

It is even more beautiful at night. Flaming clouds and tall buildings and towers standing in the rosy clouds. There is also the lake in front of the hotel. Under the light, the green water is flickering. Looking to the right of the lake, there is a relatively high ladder with water flowing. Why is water colorful? There were several colored lights hidden on the steps.

At night, the whole city got up. The endless stream of cars and roadside lights are like the Milky Way in space. Standing on the roof, the tall building seems to be wearing beautiful clothes.

It turns out that the scenery of rural people is as beautiful as that of urban people!

Come on, but write it yourself next time, hee hee.

The best answer is to imitate the composition of rural people.

In spring, people in rural areas are covered with all kinds of flowers: peach blossom, pear blossom, rose and so on, all of which are beautiful and lovely. Look: these small peach blossoms are slowly raising their shy faces, like young and beautiful girls, adapting to this beautiful and strange world; Pear blossoms the size of peach blossoms, dressed in white clothes, look like a sleeping beauty. . These flowers are different from those in the city. Did you find them? Most of the flowers planted in rural areas are fruit flowers, as simple as farmers' uncles, while most people in the city are ornamental flowers!

In summer, the small pond in front of people's homes in the countryside is full of large and small, elegant and beautiful lotus flowers. Lotus petals are white and red, like a little girl who loves beauty, putting powder on her face. Along the green stems of the lotus, I saw at a glance the big lotus leaves floating on the water. They were lying lazily on the crystal clear river, which was particularly beautiful. Lotus "girl" and lotus leaf "boy" are a natural couple when they are "partners".

Autumn is a harvest season, and rice is no exception. The rice fields planted by the farmer's uncle have matured and become dazzling golden yellow. These rice fields are endless, like a golden ocean, which is the reward of farmers' hard work. Golden rice, heavy and full of grains, bent down golden waist, as if to say, "Master, come quickly, 1, take me home!" I'm too tired to stand up. "

In winter, the earth is covered with a white coat. White snow covers the earth, trees, roofs and fields as far as the eye can see. It's like the world is suddenly a few years older and its hair is white. There is no trace of being trampled on the snow, and there is no place to be swept.

Ah! How beautiful you are in the country! No matter what time you have, there is a charming place. I love the countryside, especially its beautiful scenery!

In July, the sun hung like a fireball in the blue sky. The cloud seems to have melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind.

The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.

The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring is over."

Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicated breath.

In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty.

In midsummer, it is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would burn their wings.

There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily.

In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.

Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent down and lowered their heads in the heat. Grasshoppers, like grass leaves, make a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields, among the reeds on the shore.

The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road surface is scorched by the scorching sun, and a pile of white smoke is stepped on.

It's sweltering and there's not a breath of wind. The thick air seems to have solidified.

The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs lie prone on the ground with bright red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils.

Flaming parachutes are hanging high in the air, so hot that fish in the river dare not surface and birds dare not fly out of the mountains. Even the dogs in the village just stick out their tongues and gasp endlessly.

That day, it was terribly hot. As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gases, like clouds, like Feiyun, like fog, like fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless.

It was a long summer without rain, and the old loach in the field was turned white by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped several inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.

I don't know where the bird went; The vegetation is dejected and despondent, as if dying; Only cicadas keep chirping in the branches; It's really breaking gongs and drums to cheer for the scorching sun!

The willow trees in the street seem to be sick, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still. The road was white, and the vendors didn't dare to shout. The plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seemed to be sunburned.

6. Imitate small bridges and flowing water. Write a city in 400 words. Imitate small bridges and flowing water people.

My grandmother lives next to Guo Chang Bridge, an ancient stone bridge that tells distant stories all the year round.

The crystal clear stream flows from the foot of Daming Mountain and flows to the sea through the stone bridge.

The width of the stream is about five or six meters, but it is a good place for children to play, ducklings to play in the water and women to pound clothes. Especially in summer, in the morning, you can hear the crisp sound of women smashing clothes, wake up ducklings and quack. At this time,

A group of children happily ran to the stream and threw pebbles at the duckling, but the duckling didn't scare away. Instead, they chase after you and stare at you angrily, as if to say,' Don't throw stones at us, or I'll bite you!' The children's frolicking, the women's smashing clothes, the crying of ducklings and the sound of running streams make up a farm symphony. Occasionally, a few birds pass by the stream. When the birds are singing on the rocks by the stream, the running water is also singing and making a pleasant sound.

A tall stone arch bridge straddles the stream. At noon, the sun is shining, and the sun shines on the earth. Old people and children sit in the bridge opening to enjoy the cool, and the breeze blows away the glistening sweat on people's faces. Some old people sit on stools and talk about ancient times, the Three Kingdoms and Liu Bei. ...

In the evening, people have a rest. The village was quiet, only cicadas were chirping happily. A bright moon is embedded in the sky, and the stream whispers slightly. In the moonlight, we can see that the bridge is covered with moss. He doesn't have the graceful weeping willows or the gorgeous peach blossoms, but he tells the long history of the stone bridge. It contrasts with the bright moon in the water, making people feel his simple texture.

I love the stone arch bridge in my hometown, the stream in my hometown and this harmonious picture!

In spring, there are all kinds of flowers in front of people's houses in rural areas: peach blossom, pear blossom, Chinese rose and so on, all of which are beautiful and lovely.

Look: these small peach blossoms are slowly raising their shy faces, like young and beautiful girls, adapting to this beautiful and strange world; Pear blossoms the size of peach blossoms, dressed in white clothes, look like a sleeping beauty.

These flowers are different from those in the city. Did you find them? Most of the flowers planted in rural areas are fruit flowers, as simple as farmers' uncles, while most people in the city are ornamental flowers! In summer, the small pond in front of people's homes in the countryside is full of large and small, elegant and beautiful lotus flowers. Lotus petals are white and red, like a little girl who loves beauty, putting powder on her face.

Along the green stems of the lotus, I saw at a glance the big lotus leaves floating on the water. They were lying lazily on the crystal clear river, which was particularly beautiful. Lotus "girl" and lotus leaf "boy" are a natural couple when they are "partners".

Autumn is a harvest season, and rice is no exception. The rice fields planted by the farmer's uncle have matured and become dazzling golden yellow.

These rice fields are endless, like a golden ocean, which is the reward of farmers' hard work. Golden rice, heavy and full of grains, bent down golden waist, as if to say, "Master, come quickly, 1, take me home!" I'm too tired to stand up. "

In winter, the earth is covered with a white coat. White snow covers the earth, trees, roofs and fields as far as the eye can see.

It's like the world is suddenly a few years older and its hair is white. There is no trace of being trampled on the snow, and there is no place to be swept.

Ah! How beautiful you are in the country! No matter what time you have, there is a charming place. I love the countryside, especially its beautiful scenery! In July, the sun hung like a fireball in the blue sky. The cloud seems to have melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind. The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.

The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring is over." Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicated breath.

In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty. In midsummer, it is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would burn their wings.

There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily. In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.

Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent down and lowered their heads in the heat. Grasshoppers, like grass leaves, make a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields, among the reeds on the shore.

The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road surface is scorched by the scorching sun, and a pile of white smoke is stepped on. It's sweltering and there's not a breath of wind. The thick air seems to have solidified.

The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs lie prone on the ground with bright red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils.

Flaming parachutes are hanging high in the air, so hot that fish in the river dare not surface and birds dare not fly out of the mountains. Even the dogs in the village just stick out their tongues and gasp endlessly. That day, it was terribly hot.

As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gases, like clouds, like Feiyun, like fog, like fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless. It was a long summer without rain, and the old loach in the field was turned white by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped several inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.

I don't know where the bird went; The vegetation is dejected and despondent, as if dying; Only cicadas keep chirping in the branches; It's really breaking gongs and drums to cheer for the scorching sun! The willow trees in the street seem to be sick, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still. There is white light on the road, and the vendors dare not shout. The plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seems to have been sunburned.

8. This article imitates the 500-word "Little Bridge and Flowing Water Family" and describes the author's simple but happy childhood. Streams, weeping willows, bridges, tea mountains and hometown are the best toys for the author, and small fish, shrimps and crabs can bring the greatest satisfaction to the author. "Work at sunrise and rest at sunset" and "Watch and help each other" are the truest portrayal of the author's hometown life.

A faint local flavor came to my face, and the author's childhood life was so fresh for me who grew up in the city. Catching small fish in the river and picking tea in the mountains, seemingly sloppy labor actually contains so much happiness. The country has the simplicity and nature of the country, and the city has the bustling hustle and bustle of the city. It's just that the small bridge and flowing water written by the author are more simple and peaceful. Because of this, the mellow and relaxed rural life is so elusive. It reveals her infinite warmth to her home and her infinite nostalgia for her hometown life.

Life is like a cup of boiled water. Home turns it into a pot of delicious hot soup, which gently passes through the intestine to warm the stomach and nourish the heart. Every day, every day, mom's nagging and dad's meals make this home delicious. The marble floor at home is smooth enough to reflect the shadow of home, which is the sweat left by my mother when she mopped the floor; Delicious food tastes like home, which is my father's heart. The article doesn't mention home too much, but it still can't hide the author's love for home.

Every time I see many teenagers on TV indulging in the life of the outside world, I can't help but sigh: this kind of life is really not suitable for us! It's as delicious as a cold drink, but don't eat too much, it will give you diarrhea. Because, home is our best destination and an indispensable part of our life and even our life!