Chapter 1: Different Scenery Composition after 800 Words When I was in junior high school, I had to go to school with my schoolbag on my back very early every day. He hurried to school with a bag of milk and two pieces of bread in his mouth. I don't know if it is an illusion. When I left home, I felt a pair of gentle eyes staring at me and sending me far away.
A few times, I suddenly turned to look at the rows of windows, only to see that you quickly turned to look elsewhere. I smiled, a little smug.
On the way home at night, I can always see you stand on tiptoe and look around. It's getting late, and a little bit of glow shines on your face through the window, covering you with a brocade-like robe and plating your body with golden light, making your ivory dress look like a soft cloud and a butterfly dancing in the glow. Your quiet face is always printed with a seemingly absent smile, and your black hair is brushed up by the breeze, like smooth and soft silk, gently pinned behind your ear with your slender white fingers.
You are a warm scenery in the rosy clouds.
Once, I don't know if you remember: I asked you what you were looking at half jokingly and half seriously. You said you were looking at the scenery, but those smiling and dodging eyes exposed your heart. I raised my chin and narrowed my eyes. Are you looking at me? I said. You suddenly blushed with a reproachful tone. You are so beautiful, I am tired of watching it at home every day! ? I curled my lips and smiled.
Do you still like watching it? Scenery? Every morning and afternoon, I stand in the rosy clouds and look forward to it.
You may not know it, but you also like to watch it? Scenery? So I leave earlier than other students every day so as to look back at you; Come back later so that I can look up at you. You are a warm scenery in the rosy clouds.
You look at the scenery by the window, and I walk in your scenery; I look back gently, and you will always exist in my landscape!
Chapter 2: 800 words of different landscape compositions squeezed into this bus, and I was lucky to get a seat, although it was in the front row.
The sultry smell in the car mixed with the smell of second-hand smoke on the hands of several migrant workers, reaching the nasal cavity, making people feel that the food they just ate rushed down their throats and wanted to vomit. I tried to turn my attention to the bustling scenery outside the window.
When the bus arrived at a crowded station, the driver pressed the button to open the door. In a flash, a large crowd blocked the door that had just been opened. This kind of scene may be difficult for foreigners to guess, but they have long been used to it.
A pregnant woman is standing on the bus with the crowd. When she found that there were no vacant seats, she looked around and looked out of the window like me. The people in the car have no intention of giving up their seats. I stood up and was about to invite the pregnant woman to come and sit with me. Unfortunately, a middle-aged woman with a 5 or 6-year-old boy? Agile? I took my residual temperature to sit on the seat first. I can't help crying and laughing, but I can't help it.
I looked at the pregnant woman. She seems to understand my intention, but she can only smile helplessly.
On rainy days, civilization is as hazy as water vapor on the window.
The car moved on.
Although we have arrived at several stops, the number of people on the bus has not decreased at all, but has increased, crowding this spacious carriage like sardines in supermarkets 12.8 yuan.
Tired of the fresh and beautiful scenery outside the window, I looked at the woman who was sitting in the seat I had just sat in. She is wearing a fruity green down jacket, and the little boy sitting on her lap wears it with her? Mother-child costume? So are clothes of that color. The little boy seemed very excited, shouting and chanting the name of the shop all the way.
Another stop.
Finally, someone got off the bus and the bus became much more spacious. Just as he was about to close the car door, the driver suddenly hesitated. His eyes stayed on the boarding steps. Wangzai? The little boy in the green down jacket on the candy wrapper is lost. The driver also understands the origin of this candy paper, but because the little boy lost it, he may still be ignorant of civilization. So, the driver asked his mother to pick it up. Unexpectedly, a dramatic scene appeared. The little boy's mother denied that the child lost it and said that she had never heard of this kind of candy. The little girl next door said innocently: But I saw that brother eating just now. ? The lie was exposed, and the woman's face was not red, not even a trace of panic. As if remembering something, she said, I have a bad memory. My child ate it. Maybe he accidentally dropped it after eating. ? But instead of picking up the red candy paper, she hurried down the steps, kicked the candy paper off the bus and went out with an empty one in her hand? Is it cool? Bottle.
Red wrapping paper and yellow bottles are particularly dazzling on the gray platform floor.
The driver smiled as helplessly as I just did and closed the door.
The mother and son seem to have a natural talent for drama. That scene just now has not calmed down in my heart. The little boy stood on the empty seat next to him in his shoes. There are several black footprints printed on the sky-blue seat.
I got to the station and got off in a hurry. In my heart, I still think about the mother and son. What will they do next? I don't know.
The one on the platform? Is it cool? The bottle reminds me: am I alone? Ignorance? Wishfully think that these things only belong to yourself today? Lucky? Unfortunately, there are many such people. This kind of thing often happens.
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