Ai Shang Zuo yi cheng composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone has writing experience, so you are familiar with writing. With the help of words, people can reflect objective things, express their thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. So, how to write a composition? The following is my composition about falling in love with a city. Welcome everyone to refer to it, I hope it will help you.

Gently open the record of time: I sat in front of the window, opposite a county town that went to bed early. When the sunset quietly pulled up the clouds, I pulled up the sheets in a hurry. It's a daze outside.

Well, I don't think Shenzhen is like this. Under the clear night sky, there are always colorful and smart lights flashing. Walking through the neon lights in Qian Qian and looking at the soft lights in two rows of shop windows, you will feel' not chaotic and complicated, not a feast, but full of energy and hospitality. A big city has extended a welcome hand to you. The wind is blowing, dry and cold. I'm shivering with cold. This cold and dry weather!

Well, I don't think Shenzhen is like this. The wind in Shenzhen is always warm and humid. After a heavy rain, everything is clear and bright, and everything is full of water and vitality. Then, the wind blows, and the gentle and warm breath wraps all of you. Really, the wind in Shenzhen is sweet, which makes everything in Shenzhen sweet. I was silent, and I found that I seemed to fall in love with a city.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a figure: she was laughing, chasing and running with other small figures in the community. She is writing, the whole classroom seems quiet, and there is lightning outside on a gloomy day. She is reading in the book city, and the bright lights shine on the shelves. She visited the window of the world and pointed to the Eiffel Tower to exaggerate her praise. ...

No one can stop time, but time can't hide the footprints I left in Shenzhen.

Because I fell in love with the city of Shenzhen. When I close my eyes, I seem to feel something: the laughter of my childhood friends, the rustling of pages, the rolling sound of spring thunder, the laughter in the book city, the strong smell of coffee baking, the sweetness of ice cream, the tears of my teacher and the "You must come back" when I say goodbye. ...

That is my precious treasure buried in this city, shining like gold and never fading. I don't know why, but I have a parting like a wanderer. This melancholy feeling is not only Fan Zhongyan's homesickness, but also Li Zhiyi's feeling of "thinking about you every day". I am not a pure wanderer, so I have no deep feelings like a wanderer. I only have a vague yearning.

Missing this city and remembering the bright lights in it is what I can do.

Fall in love with a city and keep its bright lights.