A descriptive composition on the ruins

The wind in the sky blows away the scars of the clouds, but it can't take away the loneliness and sadness after the death.

At that moment, breathing seemed to be still, perhaps shocked by the sudden collapse of these rows of tall buildings, just like a body without a support, which suddenly collapsed, giving people no breathing time. Is the speed of light? So soon, maybe.

the silence after the chaos is terrible. Huge rubble forms a barren ruin, without its original brilliance and splendor, leaving only a blank. Life is ruined, property is destroyed, and infinite sorrow grows wildly here, like the numerous rubble, which fills the whole city that has retreated from its luxurious coat and filled people's desperate hearts.

ok? 2. sentences describing the ruins

1. The spectacular ruins lie in the dust, and everything once sheltered under them is destroyed in its collapse.

2. Ruins, handsome on the cliff, silent destruction, gray shabby; Evergreen Teng, remembering the corroded green, climbed my desolate forehead, and the sunshine flowed through time, stranded in the agreed summer. Ruins, decay, decay, like me.

3. In front of the ruins of a hotel, the stone steps are covered with sunflowers. Morning, evening, cloudy, closed. At noon, it blooms. We should learn from it, face the hot summer and face the impetuous heart.

4. In the corner of high-rise buildings, there are still broken wood brick houses with piles of ruins.

5. At this moment, a child's crying came from the ruins and debris of the bombed waiting room. Hearing the sound, a boy of three or four years old was sitting in the ruins, surrounded by bloody bodies, and his body was covered with blood.

6. The empty railway station is only in his helpless crying. He must be thinking that his parents will wake up when they hear his crying, and they will stand in front of him and hug him. However, in front of his eyes is still in ruins.

7. After the earthquake, the beautiful three-story teaching building where Amanda used to be full of laughter and laughter turned into ruins in an instant.

8. Just then, several Japanese bombers dropped several shells in the most densely populated area of the railway station. After a few loud noises, the railway station, which was still bustling just now, instantly turned into the ruins of corpses.

9. Landslides and cracks, and the vegetation is sad. The once quiet and prosperous town turned into ruins in an instant, and the once happy family full of laughter and laughter was broken in an instant, and a goodbye turned out to be a farewell.

1. The so-called ruins, a trace of time crushing and a wilderness wrapped in history, are accidental and inevitable. In short, it's all traces of yesterday.

11. People have lost their lives and their property has been destroyed, and infinite sorrow has grown wildly here. Like the numerous rubble, it has filled the whole city that has retreated from its luxurious coat and filled people's desperate hearts.

12. The city is expanding, and the ruins are constantly extending. The ruins in April are full of vitality, and the frog is the protagonist here.

13. A loud noise shook the earth. At that moment, tall buildings, schools, homes … almost all collapsed and became ruins.

14. The ruins after the earthquake were filled with endless whining and crying, and touching scenes played the music of love in my mind, causing warm ripples.

15. On May 12th, 28, a sudden disaster swept through Sichuan and Sichuan, killing tens of thousands of people in Wenchuan, Dujiangyan and Chengdu. In an instant, people lost their loved ones; In an instant, the home became a ruin!

16. After the natural disaster, Sichuan was a mess. The lakes and mountains in Dujiangyan on weekdays and the beautiful mountains and rivers in Wolong Mountain on weekdays are already falling down and scarred. 3. Feng Jicai wrote an article about ruins

Calendar (Feng Jicai's prose) Tuesday, July 3, 27 at 11:11. I prefer to use a calendar instead of a monthly calendar.

why? A thick calendar is a whole year. Every time I tear down a page, a new page-a bright and open day-is waiting for me to fill it with a smile.

I like the unknown "tomorrow" at the back of every page of the calendar, which also implies a kind of hope. "Tomorrow" is the most charming word in life.

the definition of life is to have tomorrow. It is not as distant and empty as the "future".

it's waiting outside the door. Out of today and into a brand-new tomorrow.

The boundary between day and night is light; The boundary between tomorrow and today is still light. Every tomorrow begins when the lights go out.

so what will happen tomorrow? Of course, it's probably up to you. You are happy, it is a happy day, you are bored, it is a boring day, and you are in a hurry, it is a hurried day; If you calm down, you will find that you can't change yesterday, but you can decide tomorrow.

sometimes it seems that you are passive. You are chosen by life, but in fact you are choosing life, aren't you? Every January, I hang a new calendar on the wall. When you flip it, the bare paper slides across your palm, spreading the fragrance of ink.

my heart is very happy at this moment. I cann't believe I have so many days How many things can I do The days ahead are like spaces, full of vitality, wide and boundless, coming on.

I find that time is also a kind of space. Isn't history a space? Isn't human life a long and huge space? Tomorrow after tomorrow, isn't it like an empty room? That depends on what you bring in.

However, the space of time is intangible and untouchable. All the days that have been used will disappear immediately, and they can't be caught, and there is no trace.

Perhaps this is the case, so we will feel the rush and nothingness of the years. Once, a famous performing artist told me something about her and her husband.

she sings opera and her husband plays the strings. They are very dedicated.

Every day, I am busy putting on makeup and getting off the stage, and no one cares to look at each other seriously. Decades have passed. One day, his wife suddenly said to her in surprise, "Oh, how old you are! When did you get old? I've always been by your side and I haven't found it! " She can't stand the sad look on her wife's face.

She went for a facial, except for wrinkles and bags under her eyes. But when his wife saw it, she actually shed tears.

an hour hand never goes backwards. Only the society and history of human beings are perverse.

So, time and years are like a whirring wind or a flickering streamer; What it finally leaves you is helpless and frequent white hair and an increasingly weak body. For this reason, every time you tear off a used calendar, do you feel a bit like tearing off the page number of a life? I can't tear down a page every day.

Especially when I am busy, or when I come back from a meeting, activity, inspection or visit, I see a few or more pages of the past days hanging there, which is bleak, silent and useless; Calendars that have been lifted by time are like waste paper. However, when I tear down this stack of used days, I often can't bear to throw them away, but put them in the gap of the bookshelf or in the middle of the album.

like fallen leaves picked up from the ground. They are the leaves of my life! Don't forget, every day we have lived on this page-by-page calendar.

I remember that on the day of the Tangshan earthquake in 1976, the pavilion on the top floor where I lived at No.12 Sizhili, Changsha Road was completely shaken and destroyed. My family of three climbed out of a hole like mice.

when I stood outside the hole with my legs bleeding, it really felt like I had escaped through the fingers of death. Two days later, I borrowed a seagull camera like a square iron box from my friend, climbed into my ruined building where wolves bite dogs and gnaw at ruins, and got into my room-there was actually no roof.

I filmed the horror of my fate. I want to write all this down.

I clearly know that this is my unique experience. At this time, I suddenly found a calendar hanging on a broken wall-the date of the dusty calendar was the day of the earthquake: Wednesday, July 28, 1976, the second day of July in Bingchen.

I reached out and carefully tore it off. Now, it and the photos I took at that time have become unforgettable treasures in my personal life history.

from this, I understand the meaning of the calendar. It was a faithful record of our lives.

In the sense of "invisible writing", a calendar is a diary. It invisibly records what I encounter, face and experience every day, as well as my own response and actions, as well as what changed me and what I changed.

However, most days of life are repetitive-repetitive work and interpersonal relationships, repetitive things and the same things are hard to remember. So most of the page numbers in our calendars are dull.

when I think about it later, it seems empty. Then, we come across a very important topic about people-memory.

people are heavy, wise and rational because of their memories. More importantly, memory makes people unique.

because memory repels mediocrity. Everything you remember is pure and deeply personal.

all individuals are a unique "case". Memory is very much like an artist. In our hearts, we specialize in depicting our own uniqueness.

do you value your uniqueness? Broadly speaking, the true value of spiritual things is its uniqueness. Whether it's a person or a culture.

memory depends on * carrier. The memory of a city is left in its historical blocks and buildings, and the memory of a person is in his photos, articles, old songs and songs, and also on the calendar.

However, people can't just be passively remembered, but we also need to create memories by actions. We should use emotion, loyalty, love, sense of responsibility, and creative labor to write the calendar of every day.

embed this day in your memory. Don't we have the ability to enrich and enrich our lives, and have depth and weight? So I wrote: "Life is to create every day.

"I also said at an artist's party," What we are working for today is for tomorrow's memories. " To this end, every time in the last few days of the year.

I refuse to talk about calendars any more. I always keep these last few pages.

this may be due to the instinct of life. I don't want to spend all my days.

you will. 4. "Ruins" Composition 7 words

On August 28, 1937, there were many refugees waiting for the train at Shanghai South Railway Station. One of them, a child of about two or three years old, also followed his parents to flee from other places.

just then, several Japanese bombers dropped several shells in the most densely populated area of the railway station. After a few loud noises, the railway station, which was still bustling just now, instantly turned into the ruins of corpses, and the air was filled with terrible blood smell. Suddenly, there was a burst of crying in the silent ruins, which was the timid and scared cry of the child who was still ignorant. He cried while crying: "Mom! What's wrong with you? " Perhaps, at the moment when the house collapsed, the mother used her body to provide a shelter for her child, but she fell in a pool of blood ... < P > Seeing this, we are really worried about the fate of this child. Will he starve to death here, will he be rescued by good people, will he wander the streets ...

Thinking of this, I want to ask you Japanese, why did you invade our China? Peace * * * is not good? Are you trying to force us to use force?

Japan, we will always remember this day-August 28th, 1937, and we will always remember this humiliating history, because we want peace, not war! I will definitely study hard and defend our motherland-China with knowledge! 5. composition in the ruins

title: "in the ruins" when I opened the Chinese textbook, I saw a photo in the book: it recorded the real scene of the Japanese plane bombing Shanghai South Railway Station on August 28, 1937.

At that time, a couple took a little boy of about two or three years old to take a train to escape from Shanghai. They waited for the bus in the waiting room, but the train didn't come, but the Japanese plane came.

I saw a few small black spots in the sky, and then there was a rumbling sound, and several shells fell. The train station was in a mess. Parents shouted for their children, and the children changed their relatives. Maybe just a few seconds ago, these children were still playing coquetry in their parents' arms. However, after a few seconds, everything was over, only crying and screaming ... The crowded people scattered the little boy's family. Under the bombardment of Japanese planes, the railway station was in ruins in an instant, and there were bodies everywhere.

Broken overpasses, twisted railways, broken houses and broken bricks and tiles all over the floor, the originally lively railway station is now dead and silent, only a child cries. In the middle of the twisted railways, there was a lucky boy who survived. This is the couple's child! He is crying at the top of his lungs, as if to say, "mom and dad, where are you?" I am so scared, take me away! " This time, mom and dad didn't come to take him away as usual. The crying is getting louder and louder, as if to scold the invaders: "Why do you want to destroy my home and give it back to my parents?"

I hate you! " What will be the future fate of this little boy? He may starve to death because no one will give him food. He may live, but he has no money, so he has to steal, and no one tells him what to do and what not to do.

But I believe that the reporter who took this photo will definitely save him and raise him as a person who has made contributions to the construction of new China. War has caused countless people to lose their lives, made the originally peaceful homes restless, and turned the originally prosperous streets into ruins ... May this historical tragedy not be staged again, and let the world become a real planet without war and weapons. 6. statements describing "ruins"

statements describing "ruins" are: "rumble!" A loud noise shook the earth. At that moment, tall buildings, schools, homes ... almost all collapsed and became ruins. In those few seconds, buildings in Wenchuan County of Sichuan Province collapsed at the same time, and many people who had no time to escape were crushed under them, making people feel helpless. There was rubble everywhere, panic crowds everywhere, and scenes that people could not bear to see everywhere.

The ruins after the earthquake were filled with endless mourning and crying, and touching scenes played the music of love in my mind, causing warm ripples. When the people of the world bow their heads in mourning for the victims, when friends from all over the world visit China sincerely to express their condolences, and when materials from all over the world continue to arrive in the disaster area, at this moment, it is peace that fills the world with love.

"Hold your face gently and dry your tears for you. This heart will always belong to you, and tell me that I am no longer alone.

we * * * wind and rain, we endure together, and we have the same expectations!