Essay City Memory Bright Plus Cup .

City Memory It is a metropolis.

High-rise buildings and busy traffic are a portrayal of the city. High-rise buildings stand on both sides of the road, slim and elegant, and on both sides of the asphalt road, standing green trees, and the wide road is overpassed, winding and circling, and cars shuttling through it. On the main road, when the red light is on, the city can be silent for a moment, and as soon as the green light is on, the previous silence is immediately broken, and the city march is busy again.

In the dead of night, without the hustle and bustle of the day, the city recalls from time to time the past, the original ...... before it was clothed in magnificence

A few years ago, the city was a poor and backward small border village. There, brick houses are next to each other, and in front of them are large rice fields, and the ears of rice are swaying in the wind.

In the early morning, before the sun rises, the sky is covered with a fog as thin as the wings of cicadas, and a few sparse stars are dotted in the haze. A flock of early birds is already singing a melodious tune on the branches. Smoke curls over the chimneys of several homes, lingering with the fog in mid-air.

The field is already a busy scene. People are busy watering and fertilizing the crops, and the rice seedlings, which have slept all night, now open their mouths and suck the nutrients greedily, and the rice stalks have absorbed the nutrients and straightened up, swaying in the wind with satisfaction.

On rainy days, the rice seedlings in the fields are even more enjoyable. The rain of beans hit the rice seedlings, and the rice seedlings enjoyed the rain, absorbed the nutrients, and enjoyed the moisture of nature.

However, the road on a rainy day is not so easy to walk. Because it is not an asphalt road, the road surface has become soft after being washed by rain, and there are potholes everywhere. The car passed by, splashing a mud splash, and it was bumpy all the way, making it extremely inconvenient for people to travel.

When the rain had stopped pouring and the sun had lifted the clouds and radiated a thousand rays of light, the fields were busy. Figures are full of shadows, jumping in the field. When the weeds grow, they should be cleaned up in time, and if the nutrients are less, they should be applied in time, and they should not be sloppy at all.

The sun is getting stronger and stronger, and the people in the fields are sweating profusely, and their foreheads are covered with beads of sweat, which are particularly crystal clear under the sunlight. People didn't care about this, they wiped their hands on their foreheads, and they went back to busy. It wasn't until late in the evening that people finished their farm work, greeted the sunset, and ended the day's work with a little tiredness.

Time flies, the small villages of the past have faded from the low brick houses, faded from the muddy country roads, put on gorgeous coats, and high-rise buildings have sprung up on the land of the city, and the air is filled with the atmosphere of the city.

That small village in the past has become the memory of the city, and those poor and backward years, the city will always remember and ......

City Memory.

In the dead of night, when the city is less noisy than during the day, I often think back to the past, to the quaint ...... before it put on a gorgeous coat

Many years ago, Shanghai was still in the "alley era". There, the gatehouse of the shiku is next to the other, "spiced tea eggs, barley and lotus seed soup......This is the cries that can be heard every day in the alleys of old Shanghai, and it is also the deepest impression left by the alleys of old Shanghai......

The reason why the alley is loved and nostalgic by the old Shanghainese is mainly because it has a strong human touch. There is a close neighborhood relationship here, and the shikumen where several families live together is built door to door, which naturally forms a continuous alley, and the neighbors are really "looking down and not looking up".

I still remember the alley life that the elders often mentioned. In the leisurely afternoon, people always hold a pu fan in their hands, drag a rattan chair, sit against the door in twos and threes, and everyone plays family meals together and talks about the classics of mountains and seas. Or there is a small group of old people who get together, play cards, chess, and mahjong, and have a good time.

And the children play the alley games that are impossible for today's children to play.

The people in the alley are also very helpful, helping to collect clothes on rainy days and drying quilts on sunny days. Occasional quarrels between neighbors can lead to dissuasion from other neighbors. In this small space, people are not only close to each other, but there is no barrier between their hearts, which naturally forms a unique Shanghai alley culture.

Now, with the convening of the Shanghai World Expo, the new planning of the city has brought about another earth-shaking change and development in Shanghai. The portrayal of the city today is such a scene: high-rise buildings, busy traffic, high-rise buildings stand on both sides of the road; Beside the asphalt road, there are verdant trees; The wide road is overlooked and winding; Tunnels swirl underground, and subways shuttle through them.

On the road, when the red light is on, there is a rare silence in the city, and as soon as the green light is on, the previous silence is immediately broken, and it is busy again, continuing to play the city march. For many years, the people who have lived in Shikumen have lived in two bedrooms and one living room, three bedrooms and two living rooms, the space is spacious, the life is convenient, but there is a lot less fun in the past, and the harmonious neighborhood feelings in the past are ruthlessly separated with this solid security door and cold reinforced concrete, and gradually go away from people's minds......

Better City, Better Life", how I hope that with the Shanghai World Expo, there will be not only the magnificent buildings on the banks of the Huangpu River, but also the ......many alleys in Shanghai, where people gather together in twos and threes, slowly shaking fans, smiling comfortably, and living a happy and slow beat life

Memories of the city.

When I was a child, I was at my grandmother's house, and whenever she rested, her mouth was nagging, when will your mother take you there, the countryside is so hard, you have to farm, you have to raise poultry, it's very bitter. Ever since I was sensible, I was thinking about what it would be like to go to the city, and I always heard that the buildings were so high, the roads were so wide, and the children in the city had so many toys, so envious.

Until I was six years old, just after the Spring Festival, my mother called **, saying that she would come back to pick me up, I was counting with my fingers, day after day, and finally in the evening, my companion was calling, your mother is back......Finally, we arrived at Shanghai on a sunset twilight with our bags on our backs. But when I arrived here, that is, a village near Hongqiao Town, a dirty and crowded village with a lot of migrant workers, at that time, I remember that my mother took out a small glass bottle from the small box on the wall outside the door, and she said to me, come son, drink some milk, in my memory, this is the bright milk I saw for the first time, and later I learned that this is what my mother had just ordered before she went back to the countryside to take me.

The village is not big, there is a stinky ditch flowing behind, the northwest wind carries that strong fishy smell, it is always uncomfortable, Mom and Dad go to work day after day, and then come back, kiss me and tease me, I remember which room I live in is less than 10 square meters, and there are no electrical appliances, it seems that the family can only go outside after eating, every time I walk through the street, I always hear the cries of various vendors, and the screeching sound of loudspeakers. After about 2 years of such days, by chance, my father met an uncle who changed our family. In this way, we moved again - Tianlin Xinyuan, we borrowed a two-bedroom house, of course, there was a landlady living with us, I remember that time, I liked to go to the Jiadeli supermarket next door, because every time I went there, my mother bought me that kind of bag of bright milk, it was fun to drink, I always pinched it with my hand, tore a small mouth, squeezed it into my mouth, and walked in the clean community.

As Dad's business got bigger and bigger, we moved to a new place, and since then Dad has taken me to Nanjing Road, the Bund, People's Square and many other places on weekends or holidays, clean and tidy, so that ** even back and forth. He wanted me to integrate into such an international metropolis faster and better, I remember when I was in the fourth grade of primary school, once when I came back from school, my father came back with a cardboard box, I was a little surprised, so I asked my father what, two words, milk, because from my father's smiling face, I knew that this milk must not be bad, "Moslian" four words. Later I found out that my parents were really nice to me.

Recently, my dad brought me back "Guangming You+", he always wants me to grow up healthily all the way, maybe "Guangming" has witnessed my growth experience and the changes of the city.

Shanghai, I love you

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