The composition of the station 1 Last summer vacation, I wanted to visit Xining. I had to take the train first, then fly, then fly, and finally set foot on the train again. Waiting for the last bus in the waiting room, it is already eight o'clock in the evening. There are fewer people, not as crowded as during the day, and some are not used to it.
At 7: 30, most people have arrived at their destination by train, but not many people are still waiting. After a while, the lights went out and the shop closed. If you are hungry, you can only turn over your bag; When you are thirsty, you can only worry. The broken faucet in the toilet is leaking, and the lights are flickering, like a dying old man who wants to see the world again. Sometimes the taste of instant noodles comes, followed by the "goo goo" sound of the stomach. Finally, the radio reported the number consistent with my train, took my parents by the hand and walked into the bright train, and the scenery was different in an instant. Bright lights, lively crowds, enthusiastic flight attendants, and a sense of "security" came to mind.
For some reason, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I had arrived in Xining. The railway station in Xining is much simpler than before. Only one lamp gives off a faint light. Nothing moves except the people getting off the bus. There is no wind and no stars. I was a little scared, so I held my parents' hands tightly and Didi's footsteps accompanied us out of the railway station. Looking at the sky is another scene.
The curved moon is tightly embedded in the black curtain, and the stars are scattered around the moon like bright powder. There are many cars under the moon, parked on both sides of the road in an orderly way, running past two birds from time to time, and the wind blows the trees with birds. How quiet!
I am a little excited about the strange scenery in front of me, running ahead, feeling the wind, the air, the vegetation and Xining.
Composition of the station 2 In the morning, grandma forced a smile and made breakfast for us. I saw grandma's red eyes, and those eyes full of spirits became listless.
After breakfast, we will go to the station to take the train. Grandma should stay at home, but she must take us to the station and watch us get on the bus.
Sitting on the bus to the station, grandma kept touching my hand with both hands and told me to be careful when taking the bus. I turned to look at my grandmother. There are only a few thin black hairs in her hair, and the rest are all white. I suddenly realized that my grandmother is so old!
Recalling that after we came to grandma's house, grandma got up early every day to cook for us, and worked hard all day without rest. I feel very warm at the thought of this, and tears keep spinning in my eyes. I held back my tears for fear that my grandmother would see me.
When we arrived at the station, we got off the bus slowly. Before the bus arrived, grandma waited for the bus with us at the station. None of us spoke at that time.
The bus arrived and grandma watched us get on it. At this moment, I couldn't bear it any longer. Tears unwillingly flowed down and shouted to grandma outside the car: "goodbye, grandma!" " "
The train is moving! Grandma still keeps looking at us, and we are looking at grandma. The train is getting faster and faster, and grandma is getting smaller and smaller until it becomes a small black spot, so small that it disappears!
The train went on like this, and my grandmother and I went further and further ... A gust of wind outside the window blew away the sand, and the leaves fell quietly with the wind, which made me feel a little cold until my heart cooled down. ...
Everyone has a seed of fantasy, and everyone has all kinds of whimsy in his mind, and my fantasy is the smart seat in the bus station in the future.
In 20xx, the seats in bus stations were all intelligent seats invented by me. It has an automatic sensing layer on the surface and a latex pad inside, which is very comfortable; It can have a free medical examination. There are three buttons on its left armrest. The red button can measure the temperature and pulse, and can find minor symptoms such as cold and fever. At the same time, it will also use nano-robots to treat diseases. If someone faints, it will automatically dial 120 to tell the doctor about the patient. The green button can help passengers massage, and it will automatically adjust the speed and position of massage. The orange button can adjust the temperature of the seat according to the weather change, and the seat will change color according to the temperature change! There is a vending machine next to the seat, so don't worry about getting on the bus without change or an umbrella when it rains.
This seat also has a mysterious function. Between you and me, there is a purple and black button at the bottom right of the seat. If you press the purple button, the seat will become a Transformers-like RV. You can drive around in it, but it costs 150 yuan an hour. If you don't pay it, the car will automatically die. Do you want this to happen? If you change back to your seat, press the black button.
Do you like the intelligent seat at the bus station I invented?
Composition 4 "beep!" at the station "DuDu", roads crisscross and traffic is busy. On earth, a busy day has begun.
Passers-by came and went, but no one expected that there was an angel captain of a paradise expedition standing by the roadside. She has heard many stories about the beautiful life on the earth, and today she wants to have a look for herself.
Numerous cars sped by, rolling up dust, and angels in white walked to the bus stop. "You this XXX, not bad! Old woman! Give it to Lao tze × stay away! Don't you see me? You are blind! " "I'm sorry" ...
Across the road, you can clearly see a bus driver sticking out of the window, pointing his left hand at an old man in his seventies, holding the window with his right hand and swearing at the roadside, which attracted passers-by to look askance. The angel frowned and walked on to the station. The old man hobbled back to the station step by step on crutches. The driver swore a few more words before pulling his head back into the car, but he still scolded. The angel looked at the driver's ugly face and sighed slightly: Is this a good life on earth? When I looked down at the old man without saying a word, I found that everyone at the station was pointing at the old man. "Does this fairy dare to cross the road?" "that is, I don't know the danger at all." "ah! If you hit her, the driver will be in big trouble! " "Yes! However, such an old rural hat should die! " "9494, haha!" ……
The old man's wrinkled face was made red and white by everyone. I don't know how to explain it when I open my mouth.
The crowd slowly dispersed. Gradually, the station was empty, and the evening breeze messed up her hair. Angels in white left only regrets on earth.
"Is there no justice on earth?"
"Are all the beautiful things in the world just legends?" ……
Composition of the station On May 18, my sister took an hour's train from Chengdu to Chongqing to visit me. But today, my sister is going back to Chengdu, and I am very reluctant to part with it. In order to stay with her for a while, I asked my father to take my sister to the railway station.
Before going to the railway station, I prepared many snacks for my sister: candy, beef jerky, five wind claws … and a delicate gift for my sister. I spent an hour making that gift yesterday.
On the way to see my sister off, my sister asked me, "Sister, will you miss me when I go to Chengdu?" I joked, "No, what do I think? I don't like you, and you are not handsome. Why should I miss you? " Hearing this, my sister pretended to be disappointed and said, "Why? How much I like you, but you ... "Dad smiled after listening to our conversation.
At the train station, I took my sister's hand. I don't want to let go, but I hold on tight, or she will go back to Chengdu. At the entrance station, I had to let go. Tears welled up in my eyes when my sister walked to the railway station. When my father saw me like this, he comforted me with a fatherly voice: "There is still a long way to go, so don't cry!" He took me away.
Send my sister to the railway station and let me write a tear on my teenage child.
The composition of the station 61937 On a summer morning on August 28th, Shanghai Railway Station became busy again. Some adults came in a hurry with handbags; Some people take a leisurely walk on the train; Some adults took their children to play and got on the train.
Suddenly, there was a "rumbling" noise in the distance, and the noise was getting closer and closer. It turned out that the Japanese plane came. People immediately panicked and fled everywhere. In an instant, the plane dropped a bomb. The railway station collapsed at once and the dust was flying. The railway station is in chaos. People are pressed under the boards, occasionally moaning, hoping that someone will save them.
After the ruins, there was a cry of a little boy named Liangliang. Liang Liang cried for his father and mother. How much he hopes his parents will appear again. Liang Liang burst into tears and cried from time to time: "Dad! Mom! Come back soon. " However, his parents have been crushed to death by boards.
Liangliang kept crying and was found by an uncle who had to take the train. Uncle took Liangliang home and adopted him. Uncle is a carpenter. He taught Liang Liang his craft, and Liang Liang quickly learned his uncle's craft. Liangliang has been able to repair many things, and he is determined to repair Shanghai Railway Station.
In order to make the world free from war, make the world peaceful and let everyone live a happy life, the whole world should take action to safeguard world peace.
Today is the weekend, and my mother will take me to the park to play. The park is far from home, so we decided to go by bus.
When we walked to the station, we saw a sign standing there, which said "Mother and son get on the bus". But next to that sign, there are some strong uncles. They are wearing cotton-padded clothes, and one of them is a soldier. We tried to shoot Where to Go, but we were pushed aside several times. Mother's thin face reveals a trace of helplessness. These uncles don't know if they didn't see it, or they really don't know the five words that the pupil can read. There was no shame on their faces, but they stood there waiting for the bus like Mount Tai, with a calm expression.
Seeing this behind the scenes touched me deeply. It is our duty to observe public order. How selfish it is to ignore the interests of others for your own benefit! In today's society, people's cultural quality has improved a lot, and "illiteracy" is almost gone, but these uncles have played the role of "fake illiteracy" in order to take advantage of a little.
Intellectual illiteracy is a terrible thing, but illiteracy in the world will be even more terrible!
Perhaps, we have seen many such things in our lives. Let's all be law-abiding citizens and build a beautiful home full of love everywhere!
I am a foodie, and my ideal is to eat all the delicious food in the world. Because I am only ten years old, my food train starts from my home and begins my food journey.
The first stop of the gourmet tour-Jia Min in the south of the Yangtze River. It is located in the south gate of my community, mainly selling hangzhou dishes. My favorite dishes are chicken wings in casserole and ribs in casserole. The taste is really well-deserved, which makes my mouth water and my eyes shine.
The second stop of the gourmet tour-senior chicken soup rice noodles. It's located opposite April Day Primary School. Every time, I must order red-cooked chicken. I stopped at this station five times, and I ate it all every time. The signature rice noodle there is like a' gentle girl' walking on the road, and the rattan pepper rice noodle is like a hip-hop boy jumping up and down from a volcano, with spicy dances in his mouth.
The third stop of the gourmet tour-Kaifeng Huangjia steamed stuffed bun. The shape of steamed stuffed bun is particularly beautiful. My mother is from Kaifeng. She said that Kaifeng steamed stuffed bun is "held like a lantern, placed like a chrysanthemum, and a steamed stuffed bun is folded in eighteen folds". Every time I go back to Kaifeng, I have to eat steamed buns. When you take a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, all the water in it will flow into your mouth. There is also a fish head with chopped pepper, which has just been eaten in the mouth and is so spicy that it is shaking all over. When the noodles were poured, they were covered with red oil, as if they were on fire.
The fourth stop of the gourmet tour-Rizhao seafood platter. There are many kinds of seafood in the platter, including crabs, lobsters, Pippi shrimp, starfish and oysters. My favorite is scallops, like shells, which are bigger than shells. The meat inside is really delicious with sauce, and there are vermicelli and garlic on it. I know many names of seafood through seafood platter.
How about my food stand? Is it drooling? Come on, take my food train and eat all the delicious food in the world together.
The composition at the station was dusty for 9 days, and it was raining cats and dogs. There are not many pedestrians on the road, but the bus stop on the roadside is crowded with people.
This bus stop is not big, and everyone is crowded in the dark. Among them are old people, children, women and mature people. Some students are carrying big schoolbags and anxiously looking at the direction of the bus, perhaps because they are worried that they will be late. Some middle-aged people got together to chat and came over alone. When they looked at their old classmates attentively, they chatted enthusiastically again, from work to family, from family to children's study. The rain is still falling, and the bean-sized raindrops fall on the station shed. "Beep, beep ..." Time moves with the powerful sound of raindrops "beep, beep ...". There are more and more people in the station. The station can hardly stand, so people are saying, "Please stop here and don't get wet." "Children, go in, you will catch a cold if it rains ..." "Thank you!" "You're welcome, it's just such a trivial matter." ...
The station quieted down and everyone looked south. The bus finally appeared, crawling slowly from a distance. I saw the car was dark, too. "Grandpa, you go first." "Son, it's not good to be late for school. Go first. " "Thank you!" They went up. "Aunt, you go first, I'm in no hurry." "Good boy!" She went up. The bus stopped for a while and slowly crawled away, leaving those who were not in a hurry to go to work.
It is still raining. There are old people, children, women and young people in the bus stop. ...
Composition of the station 10 It's raining, and she and I are still playing casually under the canopy of the station. I don't know when the terminal arrived, so my friendship with her ended.
I waited hopelessly for the bus at the station, but I seemed to be waiting for her.
I still vaguely remember that every weekend, he would come to me, and then we would go to the library together. At that time, her home was next to the station, but she ran a long way to find me and then went back to the bus stop. In the sun, our shadows are always connected and never separated. The station seems to record all my memories with her. We used to hook up there, saying that we would never be apart and be best friends all our lives. However, as I grew up, I gradually realized that those agreements were often unreliable.
Finally, she changed. She seems a different person. She no longer has the innocence of the past, and our friendship has come to an end.
From then on, I was the only one left under the station. Once I saw you, looking at me on your windowsill. That look was familiar, but you lost that smile and quietly closed the window. I know that we will never go back. I don't seem to know what I am waiting for. Is that you? Is it that dusty friendship or a new acquaintance? I don't know.
Bus after bus passed the platform, but I didn't take it, because I wanted to protect the only memories we left at this station. I can't forget those memories, but I can't go back. The rain finally unbearable. Is it crying for me? Under the awning of the station, she is no longer with me, leaving me with endless loneliness and loneliness.
I made an appointment with the TV station because she was the only one who accompanied me.
The composition of the station 1 1 Sitting behind the bus, I didn't feel the cold morning breeze. Constant moment, wait slowly. ......
High school is far from home, so I have to get up early every morning to catch the bus. The morning is always anxious and chaotic, and there is no complacency and leisure of riding a bicycle in junior high school. My mother can't bear to watch me run to catch the bus that doesn't seem to stop for me every morning. Finally, one night, I announced that I would go to the station by car-bike tomorrow.
Mom has always been a person who likes to sleep late. She will follow me to the station from six o'clock? I always thought it was impossible-but it just happened.
Then my mother really got up at six o'clock, had dinner and accompanied me to the station. Bicycles are naturally faster than footsteps, which also saves me time. I was very happy in the first few days, but looking at my mother's listless appearance, I really don't want her to see me off again.
My mother sent me to the station, and she didn't go home wherever she sent me. She had to wait until the bus came and watch me get on. Every time I urge her to go back early, she always says, "I'm relieved to see you get on the bus!" " "Still refused to go back.
Therefore, it's no use persuading her with "Don't send me off again". I stubbornly refused to sit in the back seat of the car and she rode beside me. She seems determined to get up so early in the morning; I want to drive me to the station; You have to watch me get in the car.
So, sitting in the back seat of the car every day, the morning breeze blows gently, and the front is a short but stubborn background.
Cyclists, from junior high school, have become mothers.
What can I do with you, mom?