Composition about hurting the city

In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone has come into contact with composition. Composition writing is to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, and thinking. important means of strength and memory. I believe many people will find it difficult to write essays. Below is the essay I compiled about hurting the city. You are welcome to read it. I hope you will like it.

Essay on the Hurt City Part 1

In the quiet night, it is a helpless sigh.

An old woman with a haggard face, stopped talking, as if her heart was filled with despair. Moaning in this depressing cold palace.

Accompanying her was a lampstand with only candles and a wisp of floating green gauze. These are all in this city where she is under house arrest.

There can be a burst of clouds and mist that can wipe away the vicissitudes of the world, but it cannot wipe away her weather-beaten wrinkles.

There was a lot of chaos in the cold palace.

The old woman seemed to want to confide in something. She spoke slowly and sadly to the waning moon.

"You were so majestic back then, with a golden crown on your head and a dragon robe. No one in the world dared to disobey you. Imprisoning Queen Wang and Concubine Xiao Shu took no effort, and killing Changsun Wuji was just as easy as "A feather. Now! I'm marrying into the emperor's house!" The tone was exciting, sad, and sad, like a sharp arrow piercing the outside of Shangyang Palace.

"When you were in power, they allowed you to call them here and there. They were willing to go to the mountains of swords and get down to the pan of oil for you. They obeyed you in every possible way and were servile and servile. Now, the trees have fallen and the hozens have scattered. When disaster strikes, they will fly away. Needless to say, even if they come to visit, there will probably be no one! "When you are in power, there are people who frown, but when you abdicate, no one knows."

"Mei Niang, you are a strong woman and a great wise king. You have lived a life worthy of all the people in the world. You have done it and made it possible for talented civilians to become prime ministers. Because you are Rising from the common people, you enforced the "Surname Record" so that the discriminated family would not fall forever. You succeeded - prospering the Wu family and reviving the Li Tang Dynasty." She sneered for the rest of her life. Suffered endless injustice and grievance.

"But who knows this? Di Renjie? The person you trust the most? No! It was him! He arranged the palace coup! It was him again! Let others force the palace! It was him! He drove you away Come down! It's useless for you to call him "old man", but it's too late for him. You bravely challenged the tradition and became your son. "The heart is also made of flesh."

The old woman stared out the window, facing the moonlight, and a piece of "Ecstasy" drifted over:

The old city was locked deep in the clouds outside the window,

Who but you can understand my heart.

The words shocked the world back then,

Now they are more ecstatic than Huanghua.

What a pity,

I am a daughter in this life.

The old woman withdrew her gaze and closed her eyes. Lying quietly on the squeaky bed. She began to recall, she remembered the days in Yeting Palace, she thought of the dragon chair, the dragon bed, Li Shimin, Zhang Jianzhi brothers, and finally, she thought of Li Zhi.

"Mei Niang, you have changed. I would rather you not be the emperor, but only be a concubine of Li Zhi, or even an unknown palace maid. Maybe you will live a happy life, at least than now. Have a good time." She thought.

"No! If that happens, it won't be you. You were born for power, for Li Xing. It is fate that has destined your life to be full of blood and killing, so that you have to spend all your energy. You must be scheming and unscrupulous. From the moment you become a talented person, you must be careful, otherwise you will lose everything if you make a mistake. You will never regret the same path. Even if you struggle desperately, this is you, the real you." She told herself in her heart.

At this moment, a drop of crystal clear water slipped from the corner of her eye. This kind of water is called tears, and it is sour. It contains too many things, sorrow, tenacity, regret, and stubbornness. It is bitter, bitter and astringent!

Outside the cold palace, there seemed to be a faint sound. The music played by Xiao was exactly that part of "Ecstasy".

She slept forever with all her memories. Accompany Li Zhi from his dream.

In November of the second year of Shenlong, Wu Zetian died in a collapse! All that is left is an unmarked monument.

At this moment, an elegy seemed to be playing outside Shangyang Palace.

One of them sighed:

"It hurts the city."

Breeze, falling snow, dead branches, fallen leaves, withered flowers, elegy. The deserted Shangyang Palace and the silent Dragon Palace will all pass away and become history.

The man also said:

"A city that hurts hurts the city that dies.

"Composition on the City of Hurts Part 2

Reluctantly, dragging helplessly, I finally got on the bus...

Find a seat, sit down, lean against the window, and hug me tightly The blue satchel she carried with her, the car slowly rolled with the wheels, carrying her, and finally started shaking...

Leaning against the window, letting her thoughts fly, the scenery on the highway was moving fast. Moving backwards, she used her eyes to search for that strange feeling of familiarity, slowly searching...

A feeling of bewilderment that was stronger than ever came up in her heart, yes, it was bewilderment. , or a feeling of being a little panicked and not knowing what to do, she was lost at the moment when the wheels started...

It was raining, and the raindrops were tapping gently on the car window. A little bit of chill, a feeling of shivering...

Listen to music, let the music in the headset fill all her auditory nerves, just like this, slowly, slowly let sadness fill all of her The nerve endings...

When the more you are afraid of facing and the more you want to escape, time always passes very fast. Before you know it, the car has arrived at the destination—this city! —Arrived in a strange city that was very familiar to her.

Everyone on the bus was eager to get off the bus and rush to the next stop. She was no exception and had to get off.

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I stood up slowly, got out of the car, and walked out of the car door. Although I was mentally prepared, I actually felt such pain. Yes, this is called pain, bone-piercing pain, and my heart is twisted. Such pain, at this moment, in this city!

She is finally standing here again! This station has given her so much joy and hope, and how much princess-like romance and tenderness it has given her. , today, I have given her so much heartbreaking pain...

Let's go! Tell yourself: "You are strong, this problem will not trouble you!" "She said this to herself!

Let's go! Tell yourself: "Keep your head up, smile, take your steps confidently, and stride forward! "She said this to herself!

One autumn has passed, and another winter has passed. Now, it is the season of spring! Is it ushering in spring, and her pain can be far away from now on? This is what she thought and told herself. She once naively thought that after such a season, she would no longer have to face this city, stay away from it, and never see it again. She thought it was like this, but the facts proved that it was not possible! For life, for livelihood, and for the needs of life and work, she must stand here bravely again, standing bravely in this city full of memories and pain. Standing.

She thought she was crying when she got out of the car, so she curled up and looked for a bit of support in her subconscious, just to be stronger for the next step! , she wanted to reach out to wipe her tears, but unexpectedly, she found that her cheeks were dry, without any trace of tears. So, she smiled!

The rain was still falling in this early spring season. , what does it feel like when it falls on your body? It's a bit cool, yes, it's a bit cool, and there are waves of chills in her heart. Once upon a time, it was raining, and she walked out of the car door. At that moment, an umbrella had quietly protected her from all the coldness, and the world under the umbrella was so warm! Today, it was still a rainy day, but the umbrella was gone, and she let herself walk in the light rain. Walking slowly and firmly in the sea of ??people. Where are you? She should finish what she needs to do first, but why is she so familiar with this city? She was so familiar with it that she felt like she had been to every place before. But when she was about to leave, she discovered that she was still so unfamiliar with every place in this city. Yes, she had never been there before. How can we be familiar with each other when we have known each other before? She smiled again, laughing at how dependent she was in the past.

Since it is a strange city, give yourself some time and try to be alone. Walking slowly in the city, smelling the air in the city, it's very uncomfortable, yes, it's a very uncomfortable feeling, it's bitterness mixed with pain, but so what? Walking in the city, still with a calm smile on his face.

I probably won’t meet him, that person who is closely related to this city, who is as familiar as this city. Strangers, yes, very familiar strangers, should not meet each other. Now, he should be living a very comfortable and happy life! Yes, that's right. This city is not big, but it is not small either. It's not that easy for two people who are like the horizon to meet, right? Haha, just smile and think about it in your heart, there is no need for such an encounter.

The rain hits your face. What does it feel like? Does it feel like crying? It seems like it is, but it seems like it is not. It is more like the feeling of Xiaoyu accompanying her to loneliness and embracing the pain. In fact, it is so good, at least she has Xiaoyu who she has always been obsessed with. He walked with her in this sad city. At least, she was accompanied by it.

Let’s go, keep walking slowly, but that, who is that? How could that kind of back look so familiar? Is it him? Is that the stranger she has spent her whole life familiar with? Is that him? He looks good and is quite high-spirited! Yes, yes, she didn't admit her mistake, it was really him. Haha, he has become a stranger. It seems that he is doing well, just as she imagined. It's good, not too bad. That's it. ! It proves that his choice is right, and her leaving is also right, haha, that's it!

Look at it from behind like this, watching his figure slowly disappear from her sight, slowly disappear!

He couldn't see her eyes staring at him, nor could he feel the smoke covering her eyes, as confused as snow.

His back disappeared, disappeared from her sight, and disappeared from her life.

She told herself that it turned out that this time, this time was God’s arrangement. God arranged this moment of encounter to test her perseverance and endurance, and her endurance in enduring pain, so she smiled. Because she is still so calm, isn't she? But, my heart hurts so much, and it’s a little hard to breathe. Why is this happening? Didn’t you say you’re not sad? Didn’t you tell yourself that you weren’t sad? Didn’t it take a century to forget? Haha, it turns out that this is just a dream! Essay on a Broken City 3

The snowflakes flying all over the sky are to prove an everlasting love, to compose a long love song, to freeze a relationship, or to call out a fool who has been sleeping for a long time. .

Snow has given me too many memories, and I have written many articles about snow and her stories. During the first snowfall in 10 years, I published an essay about snowflakes and us at midnight. In the blink of an eye, several years have passed. From being familiar with each other to becoming strangers, I thought that I would no longer contact her and she would not contact me. I made up my mind and slowly deleted everything about her. The diaries she posted for her were deleted one by one in the space, the message boards were cleared one by one, the essays written for her were torn into pieces with my own hands, and her mobile phone number and QQ number were deleted with my own hands. Time went on like this.

In 2011, I wrote an article about a romantic date with snowflakes. I hope to meet another woman on a snowy day. I once compared her to snow, which is pure and pure. Snow in 2011 It no longer belongs to her, but to another her, but the other her has never appeared. I want to meet the other her.

In the 12th year of the Gregorian calendar, I walked alone in the countryside, greeted by the snowflakes flying all over the sky. As the New Year was approaching, the countryside seemed particularly peaceful. There was no catharsis in the city, no roar of machines, and no life in the city. There was a feast of lights, and there was no bustling traffic in the city. Looking at the snowflakes, I thought of a woman, a woman I once loved deeply. I wish that every bit of her would no longer exist in my memory, but her blessing phone call made me think of a woman. Let me fall into the abyss of memories, a fire that went out was ignited again. I recalled everything in the past and smiled stupidly. I didn’t know when the sound of firecrackers tore up the night sky. I woke up. The past should be let go. Let me live my life. Her world should no longer exist. I am a dispensable interlude, and there will no longer be any trace of her flying in my sky. I woke up on a snowy night, and it has been a while now. I have been very happy because there are many things waiting for me to do. Writing this article today is to pay tribute and bury it, and perhaps more to hurt the city. There are snowflakes. Composition of Hurt City Part 4

A few vague building figures rise from the distant horizon; nearby is his dilapidated old car; even closer is his blazing gaze.

He comes from the countryside, but yearns for the prosperity of the city. When the metropolis that appeared thousands of times in his dreams could no longer fill his yearning, he finally decided to leave the pure land where he lived to pursue a more comfortable life.

I don’t know when, his old white car was like a star of white foam, submerged in the long motorcade, winding down the road, and sneaked into an underground tunnel. The pale lights swayed feebly on the top, a long string trailing like a sickly insect. The white bricks on both sides were monotonously performing boring work over and over again. The speed of the car was not fast, but it actually made him feel dizzy. The pungent smell of diesel filled the air outside the car window, menacingly threatening his respiratory tract, forcing him to frown and roll up the window. Suddenly, a giant truck drove towards him, and before he could scream, the vehicle of dozens of meters passed by, leaving only stars of cold sweat on his forehead. Finally, he was spat out of the tunnel like a snake letter, and the intensity of the bright light forced him to close his eyes. He comforted himself: "It is a big city after all, and the transportation is grand!"

The tall buildings on both sides of the road are lined up in rows, and the prosperity makes his humbleness even more obvious. He rolled down the window, eager to smell the fresh air, but there was no fragrance of flowers and plants in the city in March. Here, there are only cliffs of cement, broken rocks of steel bars, and cliffs of glass. Looking at the roadside, there are many pedestrians on the road in this big city with tens of millions of people. Shoulders rub against each other, heels against each other, the physical distance cannot be any closer, but the psychological distance cannot be any further. A car accident in the distance frightened him, but in this big city, no eyes shed tears for the victims, and no one cried heartbrokenly. The only thing that changed was the data in the traffic bureau's accident form. He couldn't find words to describe the big city in his heart.

He walked around like a maze to the foot of a tall building. He got out of the car and looked up, trying to climb to the top of the building, but he fell off the glass wall. After passing through the revolving door and stepping onto the smooth European marble floor, an elevator was waiting for him. The elevator quickly took off, and a long series of numbers lit up one after another. When the numbers jump to chilling heights, the elevator doors open. Stepping onto the balcony, the whole city instantly fell to his feet. He stands at the most sensitive height of the contemporary era, and the era is mixed with the hustle and bustle of the big city, but he is still thousands of feet below, unable to climb the smooth glass wall.

I don’t know how long I stood there. The setting sun became lower and the large shadows of the buildings cast longer and farther. The sun-drenched Grand Canyon fell deeper and deeper into darkness. This scene speaks of sadness. He had never imagined that there could be such sadness amidst the prosperity. He began to miss his hometown crazily and despised this big city. No, he hurt the city. Somehow, there was a rush of momentum from behind, and he fell forward. There was no railing in front of him, only death. He fell downwards, and the air resistance pinched his face into a ferocious demon. He fell downwards at an accelerated speed with a long cry of despair. In contrast, the staggered canine teeth of the building accelerated upwards, and the death of the street moved upwards. Rushing towards him, he was still hanging in mid-air, becoming a target for all the eyes on the street.

"Ah!"

He suddenly woke up, this was just a dream. He found that there was no countryside, no city, he was simply living in the city, and he was disgusted with it.

The reinforced concrete Hengduan Mountains lay across the front. Nearby, there were pictures of beautiful countryside in front of the window that he had never seen with his own eyes; even closer, there were his disappointed eyes.

Where is the village gate? The wounded city is still there!