Street view corner description composition

has the following articles for reference: 1. The street view is fine, just like yesterday.

the sun shines in every corner, along with the dirty path. The uncle who sells breakfast is as busy as ever, but very happy.

whenever he sells a fried dough stick or a bowl of soybean milk, he laughs and twirls the small change in his pocket. People on the road are busy catching their own way, with fast pace and full of rhythm.

I am swaying aimlessly in this familiar street. The body is already tired.

but I don't know where it will be a real resting place. I don't know if that distant place called heaven will open for me.

The girl selling flowers fiddles with pots of fresh and beautiful flowers in front of her. She always comes out early. Because the flowers in the morning will look more gorgeous.

when I pass by here, I always like to walk up to her and ask about the prices of some unknown flowers, and then tell her a few jokes, making her squint and say, "You're so funny …" But today I just want to stay away from her. Because it makes her more beautiful.

it may be that there are countless bright flowers against it, which shows the ruddy lips more and more. The longer you hang around this street, the more comfortable you feel.

Maybe it's because I've been really depressed at home for a long time, and it's hard to get out for a breath. There were no hawking and shouting, and the streets were not crowded because I came early.

there are few people here before nine o'clock. But those who do business must come early, occupy the site and put the goods in order.

Although the smell of spring is approaching, the cold still makes people tremble. Cars lined up on the side of the road, and I wondered how spectacular it would be if they were pushed down.

someone took out a small cage from a big woven bag, which was filled with rabbits or cats. Very small and cute.

also very weak. I have always liked these things.

It's just that we can't keep so many at home. For now, the clown cat at home has spent a lot of energy. There are more people in this street, along with the noise.

but to me, the noise is very real. Is it still human without noise? Slow down.

I want to really feel where I am. This is not my small room. I can only look at the sky above me through the window.

when you feel cold, close the window, then turn aside and chew the words on it with a book in your hand. I have walked this long street for more than ten years.

but I feel different every time, but I can't describe it. Or, I've never seen the surroundings so carefully as I do today, and I think it would be nice if I could keep going like this, because I need excitement.

but where can it be the end? Shopping malls, supermarkets, small stalls, those stall owners looked at people coming and going in the past, and their eyes showed a very complicated expression. They stared at the pile of goods in front of them for a long time, and the dust fell on it, but no one came to see it and asked the price.

Bunnies huddle together to keep out the cold, but the little girl who sells rabbits can only stare at the snack bar across the street. Steaming pancakes and all kinds of barbecues, she must want to try them.

but not a rabbit has been sold for half a day. It's not that people don't like it. Maybe they are too busy to look after small animals.

since I came to this world, can I go back? If you can not be born, how will the small animals choose-if they can choose? Visit fortune-teller stalls set off, all talking about their abilities.

There are a few people who are willing to go and have a look. It's a merit to spend some money. Let the great gods give you some advice. After all, you need some advice if you want to go down a certain road. Is a person's life too short, everyone is afraid that one step will go wrong.

the sun is starting to glare. But the wind is cold.

sunlight can penetrate the glass and shine into the house, but it can't penetrate the heavy mood. Spring has come, but it can't take away the cold winter in my heart.

maybe just tired. I think.

when will the day come when there is nothing to worry about? In this chaotic and not-so-clean street, maybe you can meet one or two nice little things. That's what I thought.

Paper-cutting, New Year pictures and clay figurines are all interesting, but I don't want to take them home. I think I'm the only one who can take home.

turning around, I saw vendors pushing tricycles running far away-there would be no place to put them any later. I slipped onto the sidewalk and walked straight home.

go home. At least it can be warmer.

vendors will think so, too. A warm place is home, but you can't earn money by staying at home.

The busy figures in the street are gradually out of my sight. But I can still see someone shaking hands and someone patting the dust on the goods.

it is so difficult for people to live. This is easy to be born, but hard to survive.

The study is far from so lively, there is only depression. It's easy to get out.

but looking around, I really want to find a place to hide. The outside world may not be beautiful, but it is real.

but this truth is also painful. Second, the street scene suddenly appeared in the rain. In the afternoon with light rain, it reminded me of the scene of writing an article in the computer room of the department a few months ago. At that time, I was so busy with an urgent matter that I forgot to take my umbrella. At that time, the rain was like a whole waterfall hanging from the sky, and the feeling of this rainy scene seemed to be worse than that of a real waterfall in the forest.

At that time, the street scene was very vague. The heavy rain covered about 8% of my vision like a dense fog. So, for me, the scenery at the intersection of Roosevelt Road and Xinsheng South Road was as faint gray as it was, which gave me a very vague impression. Remember the transparent prayer I once said? I hope that the heavy rain can wash my original blue and black mixed heart and turn it into a clean and transparent color. However, the feeling of the rain is just the opposite of my original expectation. On the contrary, it adds to the melancholy in my heart. Rainy street view, if placed at that time, then I will feel that this street view seems to be dreamy, because at that time, all the landscapes on the road have become like the erratic dreams after coma, and I have become uncertain. If I walk into the depths of that street view, will it be an illusion again? Will it be illusory when I touch the pole of the street lamp? 2. 2-word composition on daytime streetscape

I like a poem by Bian Zhilin: "You are standing on the bridge watching the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams. " This poem is beautiful in artistic conception, evocative, and a little Zen-conscious.

In the days to come, I often snuggle up in the corner of the downtown area alone and watch people rush silently. At this time, Bian Zhilin's poems will haunt my mind. In my eyes, others are a landscape, but looking at myself from afar, is it not a landscape in others' eyes? People's existence decorates the world with each other, plays roles in a staggered way, and plays a big drama of life. In fact, why should we care so clearly?

"When I look at things, everything is my color." Inner and outer things are actually the same. The living environment is different, and the heart is very different. How can life be so poetic and picturesque? How can it be as happy and peaceful as Bian Zhilin's poems? For example, every time I look at the railing, I will feel different from the last time. Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad, and sometimes I can't say it. Just like today, in this bustling city, I look at the street view alone and it makes me extremely deep.

busy streets are full of pedestrians and traffic, and the pace of time never stops. Men, women and children all over the street, they are in a hurry, and everyone has their own goals and plans. They are strangers to each other, and if there is nothing special, no one will care about or take care of others. They are like parallel lines, always moving along their own tracks, as if there will never be a day of intersection. In the sea of people, people passed by strangers. But why do many strangers become lovers, relatives and enemies? Is there really a past life, and there is a destiny in it?

Everyone will have their own stories in this life, and if they are told in detail, they can become a novel. From the time everyone was born, the novel began. Some people have staged a comedy all their lives, while others have staged a tragedy, and the joys and sorrows of the world are all in the play. As for whether this novel is sentimental or emotional, only the protagonist knows the wonderful degree. Everyone who comes and goes in my eyes today is walking in a story and a legend, and I will never solve this mystery.

will there be a wonderful story in my life? The world is so vast and the individual is so small. Everyone's ego is everything, but it's nothing to the world. Shuttling through the crowds, I used to feel inexplicably lost. Because of my joys and sorrows, ups and downs, others are disdainful. I am ordinary and ordinary, and my own story is simple and boring. I remember that I once wrote a poem, some of which said, "How strange the world is \ passers-by of all colors \ rushing around \ coming and going like the wind \ swirling streets \ only I stopped \ God sent me the stars and the moon \ acting on the ground \ to cover my figure." When I wrote this poem, I encountered some difficulties and met many nails, thinking that I was as small as dirt. This poem truly recorded my mood, my sadness and my naivety at that time.

my life is destined to be dull, but I won't be as sad as I used to be. Because I gradually understand that I am always looking at the distant scenery, always admiring the success of others, and never realizing the value of myself. In fact, walking alone is a beautiful landscape. Anything wonderful needs to be expressed by yourself. Don't care what others think of you now. As long as you keep your faith, stick to your ideals and March forward, you will surely create a miracle of life. 3. composition about street view 13 words

On the weekend, I had nothing to do. I made an appointment with my parents to go downtown. Unexpectedly, they agreed. Get ready and go!

When I got off the bus, I walked leisurely on the sidewalk, humming

the melody of "Childhood": "Under the big tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer ..." Suddenly I looked up and landed in a "Zhenweisi" clothing store. Several beautiful young girls were trying on fashionable and

brightly colored clothes. In the opposite video store, three or five young musicians are trying to play rock heavy metal music. The infatuation will really make you imagine that a world-famous music group is playing a well-known heavy metal music for the audience in Vienna's New Year concert several years later.

Immersed in their own imagination, they follow the scent

and come to the food street near the Central Department Store. " I couldn't help but go forward and buy a bag of

, which was still hot. When I peeled off the shell, Huang Chengcheng chestnuts appeared in front of my eyes in an unobstructed view, and I took a bite. Hey, it was really sweet and fragrant! Let you eat one and think about the next one. There are many "baked cakes with dregs" next to it.

There are endless customers waiting in line, so they can sell one furnace after another, but they still can't keep up with the number of customers.

As night falls, the crowds on the road have not decreased at all, but have increased. The street lights are on, which is in line with the lights in the hotel.

The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams. " This poem is beautiful in artistic conception, evocative, and a little Zen-conscious.

In the days to come, I often snuggle up in the corner of the downtown area alone and watch people rush silently. At this time, Bian Zhilin's poems will haunt my mind. In my eyes, others are a landscape, but looking at myself from afar, is it not a landscape in others' eyes? People's existence decorates the world with each other, plays roles in a staggered way, and plays a big drama of life. In fact, why should we care so clearly?

"When I look at things, everything is my color." Inner and outer things are actually the same.

The living environment is different, and the heart is very different. How can life be so poetic and picturesque? How can it be as happy and peaceful as Bian Zhilin's poems? For example, every time I look at the railing, I will feel different from the last time, sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad, and sometimes I can't say it. Just like today, in this bustling city, I look at the street view alone and it makes me extremely deep.

busy streets are full of pedestrians and traffic, and the pace of time never stops. Men, women and children all over the street, they are in a hurry, and everyone has their own goals and plans.

They are strangers to each other, and if there is nothing special, no one will care about or talk to others. They are like parallel lines, always moving along their own tracks, as if there will never be a day of intersection.

In a sea of people, people pass by strangers. But why do many strangers become lovers, relatives and enemies? Is there really a past life, and there is a destiny in it? Everyone will have his own story in this life, and if he tells it carefully, he can become a novel.

This novel started when everyone was making baby babies. Some people have staged a comedy all their lives, while others have staged a tragedy, and the joys and sorrows of the world are all in the play.

As for whether this novel is sentimental or emotional, only the protagonist knows its wonderful degree. Everyone who comes and goes in my eyes today is walking in a story and a legend, and I will never solve this mystery.

will there be a wonderful story in my life? The world is so vast and the individual is so small. Everyone's ego is everything, but it's nothing to the world.

I used to feel inexplicably lost when I walked through the crowds. Because of my joys and sorrows, ups and downs, others are disdainful.

I am both ordinary and ordinary, and my own storyline is simple and boring. I remember I once wrote a poem, including several poems.