Appreciation of excellent prose describing the city

The gray sky is the background color of this city. People in the city live a busy life. Pretend to be busy even if you are not. This is their culture. The following is a good article describing the city that I brought to you for your appreciation.

Appreciation of urban prose: urban image

The gray sky is the background color of this city. There are no clouds in Wan Li, and the easier it is to see the smog drifting away, the more clearly you can see the light smoke curling over factories and streets. Cloudless days in Wan Li are rare. Only at this time can the city show a rare appearance like a dusty woman who has taken off makeup. Cities dried up and customs ceased to exist.

People in the city live a busy life. Pretend to be busy even if you are not. This is their culture. Men often tell their wives to work overtime, even if they go to restaurants to drink, go to teahouses to play cards, or go to KTV, RTV and nightclubs to have fun. Many important affairs are discussed in this way, as are some important decisions of this city.

It is obvious that the city dresses itself up as a foreign style, and there are foreign trademarks and signs everywhere. Some of them are obviously made in China, but why do you have to call them? Kyle Poirot? 、? Versailles? 、? Left bank of Paris? Wait a minute. If you don't do this, it seems that you will not keep up with the times.

Women in the city wear Chanel perfume and carry LV bags. If you don't know Lu, you are either retarded or out of date. This is a luxury brand from France, and the price of each bag starts from 5000 yuan. LV satisfies the small vanity of city people, which is really hard for those European people who came to China to protect intellectual property rights. Later, when they saw the fake LV products and noticed the mouth-watering price, they couldn't help secretly buying some from street stalls in the city.

The western flavor of the city is there and you can see through it at a glance. There are more and more foreigners in the city, black, white, brown and all kinds of colors. Language: Persian, English, French, Spanish, Portuguese and broken Chinese, you name it. These foreign languages are mixed with mandarin and local dialects, as if the piano box is roaring, so lively. People in cities are used to it, and they proudly think that their cities have become the center of globalization.

Most of these foreigners come to do business, and their life is nothing more than eating, drinking and sleeping. However, there are exceptions. Last year, some boring people actually measured the air pollution index of a big city in China. PM2 .5, such a technical term, is not difficult for city people to understand. Because people in the city have an unusual desire for rumors, people's thinking and information sources are also fragmented. They were born with a strong understanding of division. Often a short message, or a forwarding in Weibo, or a dragonfly accidentally somersaults one day, will make people in the city restless for no reason. Rumors, like flying saucers thrown out, soon circled over the city. As everyone knows, people suddenly feel that the air is really bad, and their mother's saliva is almost enough to drown the high-rise buildings of the Environmental Protection Bureau and the Meteorological Bureau.

Due to this incident, more and more cities began to measure and publish PM 10. Announce PM2. It is said that it is almost impossible to reach the standard in the process of rapid urbanization. ? Nothing is difficult in the world, if you put your mind to it? City managers have a set of mature methods to deal with things that they are not sure or know are impossible? Hang high or explain to appease. This time they used explanation and appeasement. People are quite satisfied with this, not with the air quality, but with their own persistence and victory.

I said the city is useless because I come from the countryside. I stubbornly believe that the city is a reckless teenager who has left his hometown and doesn't know that little land, while the countryside is an old man who has fallen leaves and gone through hardships. Cities are for despair, and villages are for burial. Cities are for forgetting, and villages are for remembering. However, no matter how dark I am when I criticize this city, my conscience is still very uneasy. Cities are not without merit. You see, there are more and more roads, and parks and greening are getting better and better these years.

Many trees have been planted in the new residential and industrial areas of this city. The avenue leading to the industrial zone is like Chang 'an Avenue thousands of years ago. You can safely run eight cars at the same time. The green belt in the middle of the avenue is also wide enough to run a carriage, and some flowers and plants are planted sparsely, dotted with some flowering trees.

There are many tall buildings and flowers in the city, but they are also noisy and easy to make people dizzy. Over time, people in the city will inevitably miss the birds and flowers in the countryside. Where there is demand, there is opportunity. As a result, savvy real estate developers named their buildings as so-and-so gardens and so-and-so villas. Is your home a park? ,? Take the oxygen bar home? Such advertisements are all over the street. The greening of many buildings is really beautiful. The purpose of doing this is very simple, just like the unique food in the restaurant, it is easy to evoke your taste buds.

Those invisible places, the city's real estate developers are not very careful. For example, the floors of many houses are not thick enough. The consequences are very serious, because you can easily hear the sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping upstairs, and the sound of yourself having sex with your wife can easily be heard by the neighbors downstairs. Neighbors in the city usually live in isolation from each other, but knowing so many secrets from each other is even more embarrassing.

The scale of urban infrastructure is getting bigger and bigger, and the same road is often opened and dug, dug and opened. Sometimes it's buried water pipes, sometimes it's installed broadband, sometimes it's buried gas pipes, and it's always tossing back and forth. Tunnel excavators can be seen on the street from time to time. It crawls on the green belt with a long neck like steel and a mouth like a pangolin. They are used to dig broadband lines quickly. People in cities are becoming more and more dependent on something called. Internet? Things, so you need tangible and intangible network coverage everywhere. Without it, the city can't function. City people surf the internet like drugs every day, and even if they stop for a day, they will go crazy collectively.

Building a house in the city is like spreading pancakes in Henan, spreading around. Sporadic parks are like onions sprinkled on huge pancakes, and the People's Square in the city center looks like an egg. The high-rise buildings in the city are all reinforced concrete, and the exterior walls are all tiles or mosaics, just like those in the bathroom, wearing underwear outside. Fashionable women in the city often do the same thing, which makes me breathless. I look at those tall buildings and feel the same way. I can't breathe. Because the land price is getting more and more expensive, the building has to be built higher and higher. Seen from the air, the city looks like a huge pancake, with the middle low and the outside high. Standing in the center of the city, there is no skyline, only tall and short buildings are connected with the gray-yellow sky.

At night, the street lamps are always on tirelessly, and even sparrows are bored until they are very tired. The color of street lamps is usually between yellow and white. In short, it is an indescribable ambiguous color.

There are countless cameras at every intersection and living area, with different shapes and uses. Some capture traffic violations, and some deter thieves. Those cameras in the community are said to prevent people from gathering and making trouble in addition to fire prevention and theft. I use the word masses accurately, because these cameras are all officially installed without exception. At night in the city, they look down at the earth like owls. Not to mention people, even mice are under surveillance, and a mouse crossing the street can hardly escape his eyes. Rats are under strict supervision, cats in the city are all pets, and those real owls have already moved to the countryside.

I am keen on enjoying all the conveniences brought by the city. There are early buses, breakfast items, morning papers, daily newspapers, evening papers, entertainment gossip, financial news, sexy women and my fair lady. There are construction sites, villages in the city that resist demolition, and occasionally you can see lost dragonflies flying up and down on the roof of high-rise buildings.

I am naturally curious, of course I like it. Actually, I don't care about the city appearance. I care about everyone who lives here. Everyone is so different, everyone, every face has a story. Or wonderful, or dull, or happy, or sad, you won't know without careful consideration.

Some people are born, some people die. There are temple bells and bells, and church hymns. There are whispers of prayer, blessing and love, as well as hatred, curse and conspiracy. There are lucky winners in the lottery, and there are also jumpers who fail in speculation. There are good deeds and lies in the city. Cities are all-encompassing and bizarre, and people want to stay away from them and indulge in them.

Appreciation of urban prose: roaming the city

Guangdong Province

That night, I slept quietly from the magnetic flip of the tide, and I could still feel the airtight sediment under me. Sea breeze permeates through the gap behind the tent, and occasionally a wave of sea breeze is accompanied by the smell of the distant sea. The sense of smell gives people not only anesthesia, but also the feeling of coming to a distant sea level. In my dream, the figure of the sea gradually approaches me. Start telling stories about water for yourself.

I think of my town. When I come to a new place, I can't help but think of my fragile town, those buildings covered with mud, those luxurious tall buildings standing in the wilderness, the first cup of soybean milk bought from the first corner of the garbage river, and the silent start of the day's journey. I miss that small town, the familiar fireworks and smells, and I can peek at the back of women's fried rice from the window, and the long hair raised by rubber is very smooth at the back.

Vaguely, it rained heavily outside the tent, and water dripped from the gap in the senses. I heard people familiar with me whispering, my hair was not soaked by water, and my dream came quietly again.

Staring at the onlookers from the waiting lane in Zhuhai, according to friends, Zhuhai is the city most like Shantou. There are not many people and few mountains, and there are always many empty places that suddenly appear. In March, the city can be filled with the smell of the sea, mixed with a faint fishy smell. However, this brand-new city can't see some gaunt and tasteful old buildings in Shantou, nor can it see leisurely people and vehicles. Walking, the only thing that makes me move is to see a tree blackened by the exhaust of city cars, just like reminding people of their hometown. Thinking of watching the festive scene in my hometown from a taxi, the red lanterns by the new river are flashing strangely. Every trip is always accompanied by repeated comparisons and memories. Feel at ease.

The eight of us, like a delicate bond, quietly moved from the city to the seaside. When we got off the airport, we felt a little dizzy. The dazzling sunshine catalyzed the physical and mental strength from the moment we got off the bus. The smell of the sea is getting stronger and stronger. Staring at the reinforced horizon ahead, I know the sea is just around the corner.

Cherish the time when eight people play together, let's play thoroughly like children, and then recall the time we played together like looking through old photo albums. That's the real pleasure of your coming.

Starting from Zhongshan to the seaside is like a lens of the world after the road is gone. The sea gives me a feeling of the ends of the earth. When you are really overwhelmed by the road ahead, it feels like you are at the end of your own world. I am infatuated with the sea because I am infatuated with the prospect and infatuated with transcendence. Desire is like an unbreakable net, but the mystery of anxiety and desire can only be explained by the sea.

At the mature stage of 18 and 19, there are few things that can be deeply infatuated with. In addition to the car, noisy space, gaunt figure, a few songs floating in the inferior stereo, a friend's sleepy figure gradually melted into the reflection with his sight. In the sultry afternoon, the trouser legs of tired people are swaying vaguely in front of them. So many people's backs are swaying in the line of sight, and sometimes they are afraid. They will catch a pair of eyes with familiar light from these crowded people, just like the surprise of being separated on the train because of naughty when I was a child. Surprisingly, after the tears frosted, they finally saw their mother's gentle high heels appear in front of them.

I have been away from home for a long time, but I still vaguely want to go home, but I refuse to go home this holiday. The reason is that I am afraid of the recurring parting scene in my life. When I feel homesick, I will choose to wander crazily, speed up my pace and entertain myself in the wilderness. The entertainment of wanderers belongs to loneliness, which is incredible to others.

This time, I really want to go to the seaside and even expect it to rain halfway. After the rain, the seawater will have a fantastic impact and desolation, just like the gray seawater can't tell whether it is a memory or a dream. The sea world has a lovely horizon. In some thinking, I began to yearn for burying my body completely in the horizon to relax myself. This journey about the sea is destined to become a growing brand.

Guangzhou

Guangzhou is the second city that makes me feel lonely, and I can feel its breath more deeply at night. Rare people on the last subway can see the shadows of people in the distance from the long and sprawling carriages. People in the distance are gesticulating with vague fingers with inexplicable shapes and stumbling quietly under the pale light. That night, even the underground rumbling echo became quieter and quieter, as full of noise and tranquility as the last bus to the end of the world.

It turns out that the noisy crowd can better foil the loneliness of Guangzhou, and the dull night can foil the vigorous day. Occasionally in a daze in the crowd, walking and staring deeply at a corner. This is a city where I can visit for a day. At dusk, high-rise buildings gradually open, and the street lamps in the shape of lanterns suddenly shine on a street, just like colorful lanterns specially displayed in my hometown during the New Year, in the dark and transparent aura of the windows.

I still remember when I was a child, I stared at four bright yellow street lamps outside the window, shining on the bustling downtown Little Square. In this way, the noise passed at two o'clock and slowly drove into the darkness. When it was dark, the flashlight in my mother's hand was reflected in front of the glass window, and her plump fingers were lovingly wrapped around the flashlight, unexpectedly revealing a warm look. When long plaid skirts are wildly popular in my hometown, I can often see the shadows of my mother and aunts fluttering in the wind, and the appearance of a woman wearing dry clothes brings peace to life. Just wait until it gets dark at night. The smiling face of a woman disappears in the night without street lamps.

Those who fell in love with street lamps in childhood, with a little whimsy and extravagant hopes, fell in love with the smell of running bicycles and gently touched the ground with their toes in the straw pile. At that time, their thoughts were as casual and easily broken as kites, and they were often killed by a cry stuck in their throats. Due to various family changes, I gradually became silent, and my childhood playmates flowed like clouds, which finally created a lonely future. From then on, I was used to walking alone, listening, waiting for the rainbow and imagining the mountains and rivers.

Four overlapping pearl street lamps were finally transformed into a standard double-bead fluorescent lamp bundle. One night, we secretly gave birth to Xu Ya in our sight. At that time, we had already lost that window and stepped heavily on the expressway in the city center with our feet, and our bodies clung to the skin of our loved ones, as if we didn't remember thinking about saving those scarce calories and guarding that faint heartache all the year round. Protect the tension in the family. I'm afraid that a quarrel can stop the indifferent smile on my relatives' faces.

What year was that? I always vaguely keep some fragments in my heart, as well as those clear and dreamy beaded street lamps. At that time, my mother occasionally put on my father's clothes, suits and jeans, with the smell of coal smoke and temperament, and her hair would be straight. She sometimes smiles in the mirror. At that time, her three-year-old sister had been held in her arms and laughed out of the shadows.

My hometown is the first city to let me go to learn to be lonely. I often feel embarrassed and confused in a corner with serious environmental pollution. I carefully asked myself that there was no way out. Familiar dark streets and empty roads, occasionally children's laughter slowly falls from the aisle, which alley I turn to, I can see the village with fresh taste. Green covers all the roofs and spreads. The pointed branches of morning glory are gentle and peaceful in the sun, and a person is singing and singing. Graffiti on your fingers, or secretly stare blankly in the garbage, occasionally expecting a face that blocks the dazzling sunshine and gives people a sincere smile face to face. However, until I grew up silently, I had never met such a warm person. Later growth is like a shield without a spear, because it is empty and cannot be restored to its original integrity. Loneliness comes from a hole in the mind in a certain direction. Like fate, the revision was too hasty.

My years are slowly advancing in the plain. At that time, Mai's melancholy tone was popular, and his one-sided smile was popular when counting pears in the mailbox. His fingers turned the soft nib in his busy schedule, witnessing the madness and sadness of the last Children's Day. A few years after growing up, it is another process of wanting to say goodbye.

Walking towards my uncle's residence in Guangzhou, the dim street lamps in the suburbs are half asleep and half awake in the building. Late at night, a child turned his back on me and slapped a reddish ball, muttering secretly, and suddenly hit an impression in his heart. Looking back, there will always be so much sadness and anxiety, just like facing the back of this lonely child. In people's hearts, there is always a memory that suddenly exists and flashes clearly, which can make you.

About the feelings for Guangzhou, perhaps it is because most of the familiar figures of relatives have passed away in this spacious city. I miss those quiet and happy times when I was a child and the wisdom of an elderly teacher flashing on my grandmother's high face in the street. When I was in Guangzhou, I strongly had the usual parting. Because of the prolonged abortion time, even the smiling faces of relatives and friends have become inseparable. Time and time again, I walked through the mechanical underground iron gate before parting with my friends. After turning around, my friends had already disappeared in the underground corridor. Perhaps a gentle farewell sound that sounded a few seconds ago can warm a paragraph in my friend's ear and eventually become an elusive magic sound.

2 1 at 22 o'clock in the evening, I stood at the mechanical gate of the subway. The last subway took us to another place far from the city. On the way, my companion got off the bus and smashed his hat at me on the window. I stood up and watched him disappear in the corridor. Soon, I was the only one left in the carriage. The air suddenly turned cold at a certain moment, and my thoughts were inexplicably turned upside down.

I rubbed the dirty screen of my mobile phone, but my relatives still warmly persuaded me. Among them, she appeared on my mobile phone screen and asked me: Are you back? Haven't you come back yet? Sorry, I'm not going to reply to you this time, because people in this place can't think of the desire to go home anymore. I just want to keep going like this, follow the visual sensitivity, go to a place I have been to a long time ago, remember hard, cry hard, and then let myself really grow up.

Zhongshan

I like to go to the rooftop, not because of the coolness that belongs to a person, but because I walk silently with the pleasure of finding a person. I have tried to find someone to stand aside when smoking or doodling in the corner, and being moved by a certain action has gradually become a habit. I used to watch your graffiti quietly, as if I had broken into your world. Those heads hanging on the edge of the rooftop, the smoke rising slowly in their mouths, interpret your loneliness and your desolation.

The sky in Zhongshan is always quiet. It is a quiet and slightly deserted city. It is quiet and impetuous, and the more deserted it is, the more lofty it is. Looking down from the rooftop, the vast mountains behind the school are strangely hazy, and the air is filled with misty fragrance. I used to think that only a far-sighted rooftop can bring a kind of flying happiness.

Now I have tried not to look at the roof, and deliberately, I have been looking down at the walking posture. Every time you pass by a hot air and hear a child chirping, you will begin to think of your boredom and sadness.

I am used to looking for some past memories from the rooftop, recalling the days when I shouted loudly on the rooftop without guardrails. About my aunt's old building, the rooftop dripping from the ceiling, looking out through the sun glass, can only see the dark eaves forever. In that space, there is often loneliness after half a smile, and the sunshine and rain fog in a corner often rise.

Tiantai is a place where you can repeatedly think about the philosophy of life and death. Occasionally, I look back and see a gaunt face I want to see secretly laughing from the corridor. The most beautiful moment in the world is that moment.

Now, I will never go to the rooftop again, because you will always be on the rooftop. Promise me that you will always be there and live a good life. If you choose to fall, it will destroy a bunch of people looking up from the rear.

Occasionally, I will think of the rooftop of No.2 Middle School. Raindrops pour out from me, and the gloomy years have been waiting for the sunshine after the rain. Repeat, wait. Until graduation, it was a fragmented disappointment.

Maybe I will always dream of the cold sky reflected on the glass window, and the impression on the rooftop will gradually become lonely. Loneliness is the biggest killer, obliterating the long monologues and joys in memory. Since then, infinite sadness has become more and more turbid like running water.

Zhongshan, a crazy and lonely city with us, don't mind that we broke your potential tranquility. When we leave, there is still a long river in your castle peak, and you can still see a sea through that mountain. Those wrinkled waters will shine until the day we die.

Appreciation of Urban Prose: Impression of the City

Busy streets are crowded with people, and Starbucks is printed on skyscrapers and shiny signs; Western restaurant, together with German barbecue and other luxury consumption places, is an exotic modern city. But in the gap of this city, in order to build the city; People who beautify the city are working hard day and night. They are closely related to the city, but they have no chance to enjoy it.

You avoided busy streets and bustling crowds. In a corner of the city, people are busy carrying or pushing cars. Sweat and dust mixed together, everyone looks beyond recognition. In a corner, you are kneeling alone, beating bricks and stones with a hammer and an iron drill. The chapped hands were covered with mud and blood. But you are still so difficult to pry, turn over one mud brick and stone after another and lay a new one. You daub mud carefully. I changed one thing after another and looked at it carefully, just like an artist admiring a work of art, for fear of missing something. This city, like you, is paved with bricks and stones.

It's time to call it a day, so you should put away the remaining bricks in the field so as not to hinder pedestrians at night. Your eyes move around as if looking for something lost. You are carrying a worn-out tool kit covered with mud, stumbling in the tree-lined house on the sidewalk, walking to your residence, where you have your home, paved boards and shelter from the wind and rain. You are surrounded by flashy cars, beautiful girls and handsome men. They dress well and behave gracefully. Their walk is in sharp contrast to your stumbling. Leisure people in the square are singing and dancing with rhythm and dancing happily there. You avoid people's contemptuous eyes, fiddle with tools and walk carefully through the crowd. Because, you also have self-esteem, and you want to live with dignity.

You come from a remote village. You found this temporary job in this bustling city in order to add bricks to your humble house and save some tuition for your school children. Sunny days are dirty and rainy days are muddy. No holidays, no medical insurance, no labor security. No one asks when you are sick, and no one feels sorry when you are tired. 360 days a year, working more than ten hours a day. It's time to call it a day. You come to a small restaurant on the roadside, creaking wooden benches, greasy dining tables, rough rice and dishes, and two bowls of boiling water to cope with a hard day's dinner. How can a bowl of rice and two bowls of water solve your fatigue and gluttony after a day's work? If you touch the wool ticket in your pocket and 3.3 yuan, if the boss doesn't pay, tomorrow's meal will be terrible. Hard-hearted to sell two or two glasses of wine, the restaurant owner sent a bowl of sauerkraut to taste, alas! This taste is really satisfying!

When night falls, you drag your tired legs around the street. There are bricks and tiles in this tall building, and there are scaffolding you climbed under this flashing neon light. Cinemas, nightclubs, playgrounds, restaurants and hotels are all very bright. Too bad none of them belong to you. You are just a passer-by in this city. People in cities turn on air conditioners in summer and keep warm in winter. You can go to the gym on weekends and ski resorts on holidays. Streamlined luxury cars are lined up, and the shiny shell is blue. Look at your clothes, look at your shoes, and look at the flashing billboards. Every day, I pass by a tall building that I built myself. Why don't I know it costs more than 10 thousand yuan per square meter? You still don't understand, how can you have a hard time working day and night?

Hard work is your virtue, and hard work and simplicity are your traditions. You will not feel sorry for yourself because you are poor, nor will you give up on yourself because you are poor. You are diligent, diligent, tenacious and open-minded. The neon color of the city reminds you of the smoke from cooking in your hometown, and the skyscrapers are not as good as the valleys and canyons in your hometown. The roar of cars is not as clear as the sound of cattle and sheep in your hometown, and popular songs and dances are not as loud as the folk songs in your hometown. You have your own beliefs in your heart. Because you are expecting your children to grow up quickly, maybe one day your children may also become the masters of this city. Because you are confident that people in this city should know that no matter how high the buildings are built, they can't produce bread, and no matter how beautiful the streets in the city are, they can't grow corn and sorghum. When these cities are repaired and your children graduate from school, you still have to go back to farming. Because people have to eat when they are alive. If you don't have food, your clothes will shine and your stomach will shrink. You will feel at ease when you think about this. Because you have the value of your existence, although your work looks humble, your heart is more noble. Because this city has become more beautiful because of your efforts. Maybe your wooden bed is comparable to Simmons and spring bed tonight.

In the morning, the crowds in the city are still so dense and people are still so busy. You're still working in the mud, the hammer jingles and the machinery roars. The city is beautifying and the tall buildings are climbing. Your figure is active in the city. You are very busy in the city.

The impression of a city is not all rich people, luxury cars and houses. Every corner of the city has your footprints, and every building in the city has your painstaking efforts. You are the impression of this city.

Prose describing the city:

1. Prose about the city

2. Prose describing the city sky

3. Classical prose describing the city

4. Lyric prose works describing the city

5. Urban Development Prose