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Pudong International Airport is located in the coastal zone on the south bank of the Yangtze River estuary in Pudong, Shanghai, covering an area of more than 40 square kilometers, about 30 kilometers away from the center of Shanghai and about 40 kilometers away from Hongqiao Airport.

The first phase of Pudong Airport started in June 1997 and was completed and opened to traffic in September 1999. The first phase of the project has a 4000-meter-long and 60-meter-wide 4E-class north-south runway, two parallel taxiways, an apron of 800,000 square meters, 76 seats and a freight warehouse of 50,000 square meters. At the same time, it is equipped with navigation, communication, surveillance, meteorology and logistics support systems, which can provide 24-hour all-weather service.

Pudong Terminal consists of two parts: the main building and the waiting corridor, both of which are three-story structures, connected by two passages, with an area of 280,000 square meters, 65,438 baggage conveyors and 28 boarding bridges. The commercial catering facilities and other rental service facilities in the terminal cover an area of 60,000 square meters.

An airport in Micronesia is so beautiful that the world is still.

In the urban management department of Tianhe Town, Huangpi, a slogan was erected next to the north gate of Tianhe Airport: "Don't dump domestic garbage and construction garbage around the north gate of the airport at will, or you will be a person without quality", which surprised many passing passengers.

(ah! The changes in my hometown are really great. Majin Airport is located in the mountains, like a pearl embedded in the mountains, reflecting the brilliance of the sun. Seen from the front, the terminal building of the airport is very spectacular. The silver-gray runway extends into the green ... I just walked down the ladder with the crowd and saw a passenger plane just take off.

Wow! Here we are. The plane landed slowly at Yingde Airport. Spraying a thin layer of fog on the ground brought some moisture to the originally hot weather. When I got off the plane, I was shocked! Twenty years ago, this was the paddy field in our village, which was covered with green crops. But now it is a modern airport. The endless tarmac is full of luxury planes entering the terminal, and passengers from all over the world are in an endless stream. The five-tower terminal building with a height of several hundred thousand square meters is not only resplendent in decoration, but also fully automatic induction boarding, and there is not even a waiter.

This morning, we arrived at Shanghai Pudong International Airport by bus. I saw all kinds of planes parked on the endless airport. My mother told me that the plane consists of five parts: wing, fuselage, tail, power device and landing device.

I remember the first day of arrival, which was Friday. The whole airport is like an empty theater that has ended. Japanese children who are always silent, Nordic women whose skin is like white linen, American men wearing orange cotton socks ... all of them found their huge backpacks and suddenly disappeared like dew in the sunny airport. Standing at the exit, I saw a bustling, vague shop closely spliced together, advertising lights in various languages were very eye-catching, and people were waiting anxiously in different forms ... I haven't accepted the changes in these two hours in time. Looking up, I found that the sun shone through the crystal glass, and the residual snow residue was reflected on the floor of the airport last night.

On Saturday morning, we took an hour's bus ride to Xijiao Airport. As soon as I entered the gate, my eyes suddenly opened up. On the airport in the western suburbs, the green lawn and the pure white sky. The grass is patched with different shades of green, and the flat cement floor constitutes the ground of the airport; There are several small buildings and some green trees scattered in the distance, and occasionally planes can be seen taking off. It's beautiful here, but another more beautiful scenery is us who are about to start training.

An hour before the guests arrived, my father and I excitedly visited every corner of the airport. We walked among the fragrant flowers, as if we were in the paradise of the flower fairy. Enter the palace-like airport hall along the edge of the tree-lined airport. Several blond foreigners came from the depths of the hall, which aroused my curiosity. Happy time flies. With the crowds leaving Hong Kong, we receive guests as scheduled.

The waiting hall of Capital Airport is like Crystal Palace, brightly lit, spacious and bright.

An hour before the guests arrived, my father and I excitedly visited every corner of the airport. We walked among the fragrant flowers, as if we were in the paradise of the flower fairy. Enter the palace-like airport hall along the edge of the tree-lined airport. Several blond foreigners came from the depths of the hall, which aroused my curiosity. Happy time flies. With the crowds leaving Hong Kong, we receive guests as scheduled.

He has a faint lavender smell. He was admitted to a distant university, and had to leave because he wanted to realize his dream. She was sent to the airport. The empty airport lobby was so quiet that I could only vaguely hear the bell of the suitcase on the bright marble floor. She followed him with his favorite guitar on her back. Bright and dazzling sunshine poured in from the crystal-transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, and the announcer kept reminding us about the flight. He sat there, holding the guitar and playing the melody, his lush fingers skillfully pressed between the silver strings. She answered softly.

In the airport lobby, people who pass by in a hurry may have their own direction, taking off in a hurry and landing in a hurry, taking away other people's stories and leaving their own memories. In this torrent of steel, parting and reunion are staged again and again.

Sitting in the waiting room of Dalian International Airport, I am anxious to return. This time, I will go home through Beijing. The crowd in the hall is like an illusion in my eyes, and my eyes are full of the shadow of home.