In study, work, and life, everyone must have come into contact with compositions. Compositions can be divided into narrative essays, expository essays, practical essays, and argumentative essays according to different genres. Do you always have trouble starting a sentence when writing an essay? Below is a composition about a scene on the bus that I compiled for you. You are welcome to share it. Essay on a Scene on the Bus 1

Yesterday, my friend Duan Duan downstairs took me to the bookstore to buy books. We went by bus. On the bus, Duan Duan and I both discovered something very strange. "Beautiful", a very disharmonious scene:

We got on the bus, but there were no seats left. There was an elderly grandmother following us, and she walked slowly into the car. He also coughed from time to time. When they got to the exit door, the old woman waited for a while. Everyone in the car pretended to be fine, especially a young and beautiful lady next to the old woman. She crossed her legs and looked at her. He was looking out the window and chewing gum in his mouth, looking really at ease.

At this time, another old woman in her early 60s couldn’t stand it anymore, so she slowly stood up and asked the older woman to sit in her seat; the older woman I thanked him again and again gratefully, and the old lady who gave up her seat said with a smile: "Now that we are out of the house, we have to take care of each other. It's okay. You can sit down!" Seeing this, I was very angry. I wonder why people nowadays are like this and so unethical. On the bus, we were told repeatedly to “be humble to the elderly and children”, but who did it? !

Unexpectedly, when we arrived at the next stop, another older person, probably in her 80s, came up. As soon as she came up, she was still ignored. When she walked to the door of the get off, the old lady who had just sat down not long ago came up. She stood up and gave up her seat to the 80-year-old grandmother just like the previous grandmother who gave her seat. These three old people were chatting and laughing beside their seats, which was really lively and warm. People standing around, including me, all looked at the three grandmas with respect. I admired the noble behavior of the three old people!

At the same time, I also feel sad for those who are beautiful but not beautiful in heart. The five lectures and four beautiful chapters gave us the answer, but have people done it? We should also ask ourselves honestly: Are we truly "beautiful people" in our lives?

In fact, I think the most important thing that determines whether a person is "beautiful" or not is not appearance, but your behavior and your quality. If you have good qualities, then I believe, You will also be a "beautiful person"!

(Note: The Five Lectures and Four Beauties refer to “civilization, courtesy, hygiene, order, and morality; beauty of mind, language, behavior, and environment.) Composition 2 of a scene on the bus

Just one day ago, I saw a scene on the bus, which is something that will benefit me for the rest of my life.

A bus was driving from afar. Come on, remind people on the bus not to miss the bus and waste time. Even though it is the weekend, there are still some children coming from nowhere. In addition, the bus is already crowded. When they rush up, the bus seems to explode. "I don't want to sit at the first sight," I muttered softly. Strangely enough, there seems to be a phenomenon in buses. Most children or most young people are unwilling to sit. They would rather be crowded with others than let their own. My legs stopped for a while to "work". I was in the same position, sandwiched among the crowd.

Suddenly, an old woman ran forward with all her strength and stepped aside while the car was already moving. Shouted: "Hey, the driver is waiting for me. "Seeing that the driver didn't hear me, I used the trick of "Hedong Lion's Roar", and finally stopped. I saw the old lady finishing swiping the card out of breath. "Hum hum hum" through the crowd, seeming to be looking for a place. Suddenly, In a flash of lightning, a short young man flashed past the old woman and sat firmly on the seat. People around him whispered and criticized the young man, but no one dared to stand up.

This old woman has a kind face and dark skin. The deep and shallow wrinkles left by the years on her face do not affect her good impression at all.

< p>At this time, the old woman smiled at the people around her, as if to say that it was a small thing, it didn’t matter, don’t worry. A sudden brake broke the original calm in the car, and the food in the old woman’s hand hit the young man.

The young man glared at the old lady, but the old lady felt a little embarrassed and kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," and smiled lightly. This smile seems to make people forgive everything. I went from being furious and wanting to complain about the old lady to silently staring at this young man. "Don't he understand the truth that children understand?"

Finally, a female passenger gave up her seat to the old man and apologized with a smile: "Grandma, I was listening to music just now and didn't notice it. Are you okay?" The old lady smiled again, this time happily. This is a good example for us. I breathed a sigh of relief and saw the female passenger chatting with the old lady.

After that, I found an empty seat and sat down. I couldn’t calm down for a long time, thinking: We should respect the elderly and love them. Just a small gesture can give them some warmth and make them happy. Happiness, which is insignificant to us, is what we should do. If we had thought differently, perhaps things like today would not have happened.

There was an old man with gray hair standing in front of me. I gave up my seat without hesitation. The old man said with a smile on his face: "Thank you, thank you..." A scene on the bus essay 3

The bus was full of crowded people, people talking on their phones, looking out the window, people about to get off at the stop, and people who were lucky enough to hold on to the handrails and stand firm as soon as they got on the bus. I tightened my heavy schoolbag tightly and rushed in. It was crowded, crowded!

I looked around and couldn’t even grab a handle. I could only sway awkwardly from left to right, as if I was dancing. This was a middle-aged uncle in front of me. He seemed to see my embarrassment and turned slightly sideways to make some room. I finally grabbed the armrest of the chair back that was closer to me in time and avoided the driver. The gentleman made such a "cool" sharp turn. Relief suddenly appeared on my face. The uncle who made me so grateful seemed to me not to be a simple sideways move, but to prop up my helplessness. After such a sideways turn, a halo of light seemed to rise above the uncle's head, which was holy and beautiful.

At this time, the middle-aged uncle got off the bus at the station, and the people who got on the bus filled the empty space again. Just where I was swinging, an aunt was standing there again. Before I had time to get up, an elder brother turned sideways, and an aunt also put her hand on the back of the chair. The aunt turned slightly sideways and nodded and smiled at the elder brother. The elder brother gave a signal and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Outside the bus, the sun has gradually set, and everyone on the bus seems to be infected with a warm atmosphere that flows among the crowd.

The bus stopped again, and people were passing through the bus. Although it was crowded, it was orderly on and off. An aunt came up from the front door carrying a bag and her face was covered in sweat. I stood up quickly, and the aunt who had her hands on the back of the chair turned sideways. The aunt looked at me gratefully. I finally got off the bus, and looked at the bus that started up again after I got off. I stared at her back for a long time, until the bus disappeared in the afterglow of the setting sun.

On the bus, her sideways body was still there. Performed every day, this small gesture allows me to see the most simple and sincere kindness between people.

A small kindness in life is so simple, so ordinary, but deeply affectionate. It does not need to move the world, it just moisturizes things quietly. On the bus, we are not just passers-by, but also individuals conveying our souls. I am extremely grateful to that uncle, so I imitate his behavior and give to those in need. I hope to pass on this love so that more people can feel this small love. Starting from small and casual things in daily life, this love will make me happy and make more people feel warm! Composition 4 of a scene on the bus

Time is passing, the times are progressing, everything is being updated, and I am growing.

Since my mother gave birth to her younger sister, the two children have made her very busy. She used to love dressing up, her hair was disheveled, her face was sallow, and she didn't even bother to wash her face. Her crying sister kept her awake all night...

I used to be a The treasure in my mother's hand has now become grass on the roadside. As soon as the bell rang, my mother called: "Son, your sister is sleeping in the room. I don't have time to pick you up. Just take the bus back alone."

When we arrived at the school gate, I immediately looked around and saw that the mother who picked me up every day did not appear. I walked to the bus stop alone in frustration.

After waiting for a long time, the classmates waiting for the bus beside me were taken away by their parents after a short while. I looked towards the direction of the bus, but there was still no bus. How happy it is to have a bus.

Finally, the bus came towards me slowly, and I felt joyful. It was the first time I was sitting alone in a car. I was so nervous that I could hear my own heartbeat. I got on the car and found that the car was crowded with people. I was relatively small and moved to the room of a burly uncle. Under the armpits, I looked up and saw a pair of familiar jeans. I moved my eyes upward. My mother, wearing a blue sweater and disheveled hair, was holding my sister. She kept looking at me and smiling at me. My sister was babbling and shouting, and seemed to be saying hello to me. . "Mom." I shouted excitedly. The fearful mood instantly gave me a sense of security. My mother waved her hand to move closer, and I slowly moved to her side. I saw that she had a big plastic bag in her hand. As you can imagine, the bag was filled with my sister's diapers, tissues, clothes, and baby bottles... ...., hung heavily on my mother's arm. I felt a little sad: "Mom, why are you here?" "I don't trust you, I just came here with my little sister in my arms." Then my mother helped me straighten my clothes and school bag. I was going to take the plastic bag from my mother's hand, but my mother said: "No, there are many people in the car, please stand firm." After a while, we got off the car.

The setting sun stretched our shadows long, and the tired look on my mother’s face made me feel distressed. The figure of my mother holding her little sister in one hand and walking hard with a plastic bag in the other made me feel sour inside. Mom, you have paid so much for this family. You are my safe haven, my support when I act like a spoiled child, my material source, and my spiritual support. Your son has grown up and can not only be alone in the days to come. When I go home, I will be self-reliant and self-reliant. Composition 5 of a scene on the bus

What is beauty? If beauty had a form, what would it be?

Many times, we think that outward beauty is real beauty, but this is not the case. True beauty lies within. That young lady explained to me what beauty is.

It was a Saturday, cloudy, I had just finished class, and I jumped to the bus stop to wait for the bus.

The car hasn’t arrived yet. I rummaged around in my bag, looking for my bus pass.

"Huh? No? Where did it go?" I couldn't find the card, so I simply opened the bag and rummaged through it.

——Still not found.

The car has arrived, what should I do? The station was far away from home and it was obviously unwise to walk home. So, I made a bold decision-get in the car!

I arched my back and followed an adult. Get on the bus! My heart jumped to my throat, and there seemed to be a deer bumping around in my chest. One step...two steps..."Thump...thump!" I seemed to hear my own heartbeat.

“Stop!” the driver suddenly shouted, “Why don’t you pay?” He pointed at me and asked sternly.

"I...I..." I couldn't find an excuse. I was so ashamed that I wanted to find a crack in the ground and burrow into it.

"You have no money, right? If you don't have any money, go down." The driver saw through my mind and said mercilessly.

I begged with tears in my eyes: "Uncle, I forgot to bring my bus pass... Please, my home is far away."

The driver didn't accept this: " Get down!"

Just as I was about to get off the car, a crisp voice rang:

"No, I'll pay for her!"

I followed the sound and saw a girl with short hair and a schoolbag. She looked older than me.

She walked over quickly, took out the card and swiped it gently, and there was a "beep" sound, like a candle, illuminating me in the darkness.

"Little sister, don't be so careless next time." She pulled me to the seat in the back row.

"Thank you." I replied with a blushing face.

She smiled and seemed to recall something: "I once had the same experience as you, and an aunt helped me. I deeply understand how you feel."

"Really? Sister, let me tell you..."

I quickly started talking.

The bus arrived and I got off. The young lady waved to me in the car, and I watched the car drive away, still feeling very uneasy inside.

In today’s society, there are not many such kind-hearted people, and there are even fewer who can pass on “beauty” like young ladies. If someone asks me, who is the most beautiful Putuo person? Who is it? I will definitely answer: She is an ordinary person, an ordinary person, and that young lady is the most beautiful Putuo person.

Thanks to that sister for planting the seeds of kindness and love in my heart. Essay on a Scene on the Bus 6

It was a hot summer, and I went to the county town to participate in a live calligraphy competition. I don’t know why, but there were so many people on the bus that day, and all the seats were occupied. Because it was summer and there were so many people on the bus, even though there was air conditioning, everyone was still sweating profusely. I struggled to find a space among the crowds.

"Classmate, come here, I'll give you the handle here." "Thank you." I raised my head with difficulty, and it turned out to be a policeman. I couldn't wait to reach out my hand. I resisted the urge to vomit, calmed my little heart that was about to beat, and took a long breath!

"Uncle, are you also taking the bus? How cool is it to drive a police car!"

"I am the only one from our Caobu Police Station who went to the county town to attend the civilized Rudong on-site meeting and travel environmentally. , classmate."

"I am from Caobu, by the way, thank you uncle."

While talking, a seventy-year-old grandfather got on the bus. As soon as he got in the car, everyone stared at him. I thought in my heart: This old man is old and frail, and he keeps beating his chest with his hands. He must be suffering from some disease.

I glanced at him secretly and saw that he was carrying a big bag on his back and a small bag in his hand. With a sound of "Gah--", the driver suddenly braked hard again, and the people in the car staggered around. Because my hand was holding the handle tightly, everything was fine. And because the old man had nothing to support him, he lost his balance and almost fell to the ground. The people around him immediately helped him stabilize. But the old man was touching here and there with his hands, and his face looked painful. Facing the old grandfather in front of me, how could I bear it? Although I was a little dizzy, even though my body was shaking constantly, I still gave my grandfather a hand.

"It really hurts everyone. My son who is a traffic policeman has no time to pick me up today, so he has to go to see a doctor by himself." "Old man, you have a good son, we policemen have to You put maintaining social stability first, but sometimes you fail to fulfill your filial piety!" The fellow policeman next to him took over, "It's time to go see a doctor. I'll take you to the hospital when you get to the county town."

"Uncle, come sit here with me." The aunt next to me got up and gave up her seat and said with a smile.

"Thank you all so much." The uncle looked at the crowd around him with gratitude on his face.

The day is still very hot, but my heart has calmed down... Composition 7 of a scene on the bus

"Eleventh". The vacation is over and it's time for me to go back to school. There were so many people on the bus that the air became thick and turbid, making it suffocating.

I sat on a seat at the back of the car, looking at the scenery outside the car, and thinking about the homework left by the teacher.

Suddenly, something landed gently on my shoulder, and my neck felt itchy. My intuition told me: It was the person next to me who had hit me. I was about to say something and turned around, and I was shocked: it was a girl's face, with fair face, even facial features, and a pair of beautiful eyes gently closed, as if you could peek through the eyelids. To those eyes as deep as lake water. The most intoxicating thing is that there is a smile on Xiaoqiao's lips - are you dreaming sweetly?

My face suddenly became hot, and I even felt that everyone in the car was looking at me. They seemed to be pointing and whispering, lamenting the corruption of society and the depravity of young people. .

I stretched out my other hand to push her awake, but I lowered my raised hand again because my brain issued another command - to let her continue her sweet dream.

In order to make myself feel at ease, I found a pretty good reason for myself: She just lent me her shoulder. What’s the point? It's the same as borrowing a pen or a book. I can't wait until she's done using it before returning it to me. In this way, I confidently faced the rolls of eyes cast by them, and couldn't help admiring the black hair, perfect face, long eyelashes, and charming smile again and again, as if all of them were owned by me.

Unknowingly, an hour passed, and the scenery outside the car told me: It’s time to get off. At the same time, I had another strange idea - for her sake, I would get off the bus at the finish line. But my schoolbag reminded me: I still have to go to school for self-study in the evening.

I raised my hand reluctantly, and reluctantly pushed her awake. Her eyes opened, and I saw that her eyes were deeper and brighter than I imagined. A blush appeared on his face.

"I--I..." She lowered her head and hesitated and was speechless

"I'm sorry, I have to get off the car." I said, "Otherwise, You can continue to borrow my shoulders."

She didn't say anything, she just smiled, her face redder than before.

After getting off the car, I saw her waving her hand to me. Essay on a Scene on the Bus 8

It was raining heavily outside the window. I really wanted to stay at home and sleep in, but I had made an appointment in advance to go to Tonglu to find friends in the morning. Alas, I couldn’t help it. I can only bite the bullet and get up.

My father went to work very early. I was so miserable that I could only make do with filling my stomach. I hurried to the platform a mile away with an umbrella and squeezed into the bus.

People lined up to get on the bus one after another, some put in coins and some swiped their cards. When it was my turn, I took my citizen card and placed it in the sensing area of ??the card machine as usual. "Dip, please insert the coin." Huh? Why is my citizen card useless? I couldn't help but feel stunned, and tried to brush again, but the cold mechanical female voice still came to my ears. I was anxious, and the people behind me waiting to get on the bus also became impatient: "There is no money in the card, so just put coins in!" This reminded me, and I quickly put my hand into my pocket and touched it, but it was empty! Only then did I remember that because I was leaving in such a hurry, I didn’t even bring a dime of change with me! If I went back home to pick it up, I would definitely miss the next train, not to mention it was raining heavily outside. "I'm sorry, Master... I forgot to bring my money." I was extremely embarrassed. "Why don't you take money with you when you go out? This kid is really..." I heard someone in the car whispering, and every word was like a needle piercing my heart. I was so anxious that my whole body was hot and my face was red. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. In addition, the driver kept urging me, which made me extremely embarrassed. When I saw the strange looks from others, I felt like a thief who had been caught red-handed. I was almost desperate inside and wanted to find a way to get through. Go in.

Just as I lowered my head and was about to get off the car, I suddenly heard an angelic voice: "Little sister, don't leave, I'll pay for your car payment." As soon as I finished speaking, I heard " "Dong throat" a clear sound of coin input. As if I had grasped a life-saving straw, I turned my head sharply and met the sister's eyes. She is not very outstanding in appearance, but she is pretty, with clear and bright eyes without any debris. I just stared at her blankly for a few seconds until she said: "Come up quickly, everyone is in a hurry." I quickly sat next to this sister: "Sister, thank you so much today." She just sipped She smiled softly: "It's okay, it's only one yuan. Just be careful in the future."

Her smile was beautiful and sweet, and I haven't forgotten it to this day. A sister I had never met helped me at the most embarrassing moment. Although it was only a dollar, I could feel the kindness and warmth in it, which moved me for a long time. A Scene on the Bus Essay 9

We take the bus to school and work every day, but have you noticed that the sign on the bus says respect the old and love the young, and there is a maternal and child seat next to the seat. It means that when you see the elderly, children, or pregnant women, give up your seat to them. But in life, there are always people who don't understand humility and don't consider others. The scene on the bus made me feel that the quality of some people has been reduced, which has affected our harmonious society.

On this day, I took the bus to school as usual, sitting on the bus and looking around. Suddenly, they saw an aunt far ahead holding a lovely daughter on the bus. Seeing that there were no seats around them, they had to hold the child in one hand and hold on to the armrest of the car with the other. The bus braked from time to time, causing people to jump forward following the vehicle, especially the aunt holding the child, which was even more unstable. I think the aunt must have been worried that the child would fall to the ground, so she turned sideways and adjusted her position to achieve the most stable position. Of course, she also wanted people around her to give up their seats to the mother and daughter.

At this time, I found that no one looked at the mother and daughter. They all turned their heads out of the window indifferently, as if they didn't exist at all.

None of the elder sister, young and strong uncle sitting around her wanted to give their seat to them or care about them, but they were all minding their own business and looking out the window. Look at the big sister by the window. Is she really attracted by the scenery outside the window? Or do you turn your eyes to the window to avoid giving up your seat to your aunt? The young uncle was also looking out the window. Are they avoiding the aunt holding the child in front of them?

At this time, I couldn’t stand it anymore sitting in the back seat, so I took the initiative to step forward and said to my aunt: "Auntie, you must be very tired standing and holding your child, and the car is so bumpy." It's not safe either. Please go to my seat. I can just stand. The aunt said sheepishly: Okay, thank you kid. &rdqu;Then he smiled at me, and suddenly a warm current surged through my heart.

Think about it the other way round: When that little girl saw so many people refusing to give up their seats, she must have thought that people in this world are so cruel. Let the flowers of the motherland see that people are of such low quality, and What would you think? If everyone can give a little love, the world will become a beautiful world. &rdqu;If this sentence is a true fact surrounding our lives, then wouldn’t everyone grow up in the light of happiness?

Caring and humility do not require much rhetoric, but must be expressed, passed on, and dedicated with our actual actions. In this way, our world can be surrounded by deep and true love. This may be the most beautiful world. Essay on a Scene on the Bus 10

In a cold winter, the north wind was blowing hard, the small trees on the roadside were blown to the left and right, and the pedestrians on the street put their heads in their heads. In their high collars, they all wanted to go home early to welcome the sumptuous dinner.

At the boarding point of the bus station, there is a very eye-catching big sign with the five characters "Mother and Child Boarding Point" particularly conspicuous. But there were four strong, strong men standing in the bus passage under the sign. They all had expressionless faces and pretended to be waiting for the bus as if nothing had happened, but they pushed aside the aunt holding the baby who should have this right.

Fake Illiteracy No. 1 - Li Zhenqi Zhuang Shao:

This "illiterate" has his hands in his pockets, a beer belly, and wears famous brand leather shoes. At first glance, Just know he is a manager. He stood upright at the front, truly "looking up to the sky and bowing to the ground". Couldn't he see the clear words "Mother and Son Boarding Place" above his head?

Fake Illiteracy No. 2 - Contentment Type:

Look, this man wearing a cotton hat and cotton coat puts his hands in his pockets and "closes his eyes and rests." It seems that you can't hear or see. This really corresponds to the old saying - out of sight is out of mind, and out of hearing is out of mind.

Fake Illiteracy No. 3 - Fan Pianpian Type:

He has a pair of myopic glasses on the bridge of his nose, a small fur hat on his head, and a high-end down jacket. He is really "a talented person. Personable", huh? He has "four eyes". Doesn't he know the words on the sign?

Fake Illiteracy No. 4 - The Unscrupulous Type

Look, this tall No. 4 wears a big mask on his face and scans everything with a pair of "intelligent eyes", but his eyes are fading. Go to that sign.

These people are clearly literate, but why do they still pretend to be illiterate? Because they are selfish and only think about their own interests without thinking about others at all. From this, I thought that these pseudo-illiterates are really common in society: the "No Trampling" sign stands next to the grass, but there are always some people walking around casually on it. But they didn't notice at all that the flowers and plants under their feet had been bent down by them.

Speaking of this, I can't help but think of a song; "As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world..." I hope that in society, this kind of "fake illiteracy" There are fewer and fewer things that can make our society better and let the warm sunshine shine in every corner.