高考英語作文 老城記憶作文800字
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高考英語作文 老城記憶作文800字English composition
以下是翻譯的英文版本內(nèi)容：
Old City memory essay 1
After stepping over the threshold made of bluestone, the wooden house has a slightly damp musty smell, circling in the nose. But instead of being rancid, it had a sweet smell.
After obtaining the consent of the owner of the house, we walked into the building with a western wind, and also approached the clouded period of the Republic of China, as if it were many years away from us. The scene, gradually clear. The gray brick, and there is no special bright color, but it with a whole floor of gray will seize your vision, the milky balustrade pattern is simple and elegant, the window sill accumulated shallow gray.
Then walk to the west into another path, facing a courtyard. There was a well on the ground, and when I lifted the cover, I looked down and saw several figures at the top of the well rippling under the water. The daylight is intoxicating and adds a touch of poetry. There is a stone ladder in the corner of the room, slightly thin, slowly walking up, for fear of disturbing a room in the attic. Green vines spread over the stone steps and walls like a thick green blanket
Quietly entering the small building, he saw a room of calligraphy and painting. I move the wings of my nose gently, and the light sandalwood that surrounds them is calming. On the right wall, the book "Xiangshu Yashe" big characters, the dust covered on the table suggests that the master has long been no longer here to chant poetry and paint, Fu Ci listen to music. I could not help but hear the wooden door sigh softly, we may be the last guests there.
The passage of the years, but the end of the grass and trees. Go downstairs, a few with pink brilliant color, in the twilight into my eyes, perhaps, this wall of flowers, has already spent decades of spring and autumn. Her arrogance also led to the last sigh of the ancient buildings that were about to lose people, holding a branch, green, across the gap of years. Perhaps sensing the coolness of grief, I stamped my foot and turned to leave.
Looking up, I saw another wooden house with half-empty columns. Style, you can see the craftsman design ingenious dexterity: crane Li, in the peony; Birds singing, between the mountains; Xiantao, born on the tree tops; Shallow cherry, hidden deep courtyard. Time and space are the most ruthless, so that you have traces to follow, but there is no escape, unable to resist the streamer of the moon, little by little...
When homeowners are asked what they think, they are naturally reluctant to move. Even if you can buy other houses later, it is the same as the old house in memory. The beauty of home, it is like trees in fallen leaves, water in dry fish, often "fallen leaves return to the root", into spring mud, is for the next generation of fallen leaves also do not forget their roots!
Did the intense nostalgia of the Republic of China also pass along with the opening of these buildings? That love may have been buried deep in my heart. The other side of the dimly Hao far memory, this farewell.
The old city, carrying all his memories of crystal jade, said goodbye to the distance. I stared at the resolute first shadow, step by step, far away......
Old City memory essay 2
Visit the city's bustling pedestrian street, see more lights under the night, but never forget the little bits of the old city. It does not have the hustle and bustle of the city, only the simple shouts of the street vendors; It has no row upon row of tall buildings, only old houses and ancient streets; It has no dazed lights and green, only a simple way of life.
I stood on the stone street to look around, the former greedy Street also less people, a few shops pulled down the iron door, fell on a thin layer of ash, there are a few bright advertising paper also slightly dilapidated. A dazzling signboard, now also become mottled iron shelves, the air seems to be some rust is covered by the aroma. In autumn, the entrance of the several trees are still full of green, the spirit attached to the leaves, floating across the blue sky, landing on the stone street a few years ago.
I saw the old people coming and going, each of them carrying big or small bags, chewing something to eat, meeting acquaintances to say hello, and then continue to talk and laugh with their friends, discussing which restaurant to eat later.
I can smell that barbecue place from a mile away. Every time I go, I have to wait in line for a few minutes, and it's always the same. It is very strange, ah, some things will not touch again after eating a bite, but some things, you eat again and again, but will still be in the memory of the taste that has never changed. Bite down on a piece of barbecue, spices and the aroma of barbecue suddenly hit me full of. There is also the shop that sells chestnut cake, the thin cake under the skin is golden chestnut, sweet and not greasy, one is enough to contain the sadness and bitterness of the day.
The whole street of gluttons stretched forward, I breathed the air containing various fragrances greedily, holding them in my arms, afraid that the next moment, they would dissipate. How much I hope this road does not come to an end, the mottled light and shadow sprinkled on the bumpy ground in the street, reflecting the traces of the years.
The dream should wake up, the roar of the machine will raze the old city to the ground, perhaps in the future I can see a commercial building rising, no longer smell the sweet chestnut cake fragrance a few miles.
Occasionally, I do not want the sunset of the gilt ink in the steel forest, I hope the old city sky will always have a warm and soft sunset, not young, not old, and we can wear the sunset, with the expectation of the world, laugh innocently, laugh recklessly, in the old city's preference under the spoil and pride.
Old City memory essay 3
"Grandpa's new home has a lot of things to take care of, let's go to help tomorrow!" At the dinner table, the mother said softly. "Is everything out of the old house?" I wondered. "Almost all moved, there is no need to go there." The mother answered. Nodding, I said no more.
When I was young, I liked Grandpa's old house most, although it looked low and some shabby, and the cracks in the walls were mottled. But who would hate an old man who likes to "fuck around", who will tell you stories and give you candy? Even where he lives is so, around the house, four or five families are close together, the sun is projected between square inches, cut by the eaves, the courtyard is divided into light and dark. At this point, it becomes very important to have a good location for the plant. The flowers next door occupy the right place at the right time, but it is a pity that there is less "people".
This is the talk of children, adults may know, may not know. "You water it more or less! The leaves are withered!" "You put less, the flowerpot is full of water!" "No watering at noon!" Grandpa a less angry person, is by the coarse nerve and do not understand the plant of the neighbor angry blood pressure soared. The neighbor is also an old man, because looks like the old man Ding in the stick figure and is so "honored" by the child. He knows a little poetry, often slow, understated to find an excuse: "Want to raise its good flowers, must first bitter its mind, labor its bones, hungry its body." "The bitter in the bitter is the flower in the flower..." Understand the brother and sister to give us the source of science popularization, it can be seen that a group of large and small listening to the dialogue of the two old people laugh, the child's "secret" to each other. Unfortunately, the flower did not become a "hero" in the flower, and eventually died, and the yard became quiet.
But how can a child's world be silent? Children to the age of learning, the first to give enlightenment is the parents, but perhaps it is the nature of the active, the children in addition to feel interesting things, other refuse to accept, the father has a son across the door, older than I was at that time, perhaps got the "old man Ding" true legend, when grandpa tells the story will sing together, happy also tell their own plot related to the characters, Is not love to write, the most interesting is to chase a whole alley, chasing while scolding: "Do things to be patient, continuous is the way to victory, halfway, nothing... Nothing can be accomplished without rules." "Boy" can not run away from "Lao Tzu", or was caught and beat a meal, when it really hurt, the clap made my butt have empathy.
When the origin of the story disappears, a corner of the memory seems to be missing. But thankfully, time flies, memories are still there, and at some point in time, you can still smile.
The old city did not disappear, but changed to a place, lived in people's hearts, hidden in a quiet night.
Old town memory composition
以下是帶重點詞匯的原文內(nèi)容：
舊城記憶文章
跨過青石制成的門檻，木屋散發(fā)著微潮的霉味，在鼻子里盤旋。但它沒有腐臭，而是有一股甜味。
在征得屋主的同意后，我們帶著西風(fēng)走進(jìn)大樓，也走近了民國的陰云密布的年代，仿佛離我們還有許多年的距離。場面，漸漸明朗。灰色的磚，并沒有特別鮮艷的色彩，但它搭配整個地板的灰色會抓住你的視線，乳白色的欄桿圖案素雅，窗臺上還積淀著淺灰色。
然后向西走到另一條小路上，面對著一個庭院。地上有一口井，我掀開井蓋往下看，看到井頂有幾個人影在水里蕩漾。日光令人陶醉，增添了一絲詩意。房間角落里有一架石梯，略細(xì)，慢慢往上走，生怕驚動閣樓里的一個房間。綠色的藤蔓鋪滿了石階和石墻，就像一條厚厚的綠色毯子
他悄悄走進(jìn)小樓，看見一間書畫室。我輕輕地移動我的鼻翼，周圍淡淡的檀香是平靜的。在右邊的墻上，書《香書雅舍》大字，桌子上布滿的灰塵表明，大師早已不在這里吟詩作畫，伏詞聽歌。我不禁聽到木門輕聲嘆息，我們可能是最后的客人了。
歲月的流逝，不過是草木的終結(jié)。走下樓，幾朵帶著粉紅色燦爛的色彩，在暮色中映入我的眼簾，也許，這一墻的花，已經(jīng)度過了幾十年的春秋。她的傲慢也導(dǎo)致了人們最后的嘆息，那即將失去的古建筑，抱著一根樹枝，碧綠，跨越了歲月的鴻溝。也許是感覺到了悲傷的冷酷，我跺了跺腳，轉(zhuǎn)身離開。
抬頭一看，我看到了另一座木屋，柱子半空著。風(fēng)格上，可以看出匠人設(shè)計精巧靈巧:鶴立，中有牡丹;鳥兒在山間歌唱;仙桃，生在樹梢上;淺櫻，藏深院。時間和空間是最無情的，讓你有痕跡可循，卻無處可逃，無法抗拒月亮的流光，一點一點……
當(dāng)房主被問及他們的想法時，他們自然不愿搬家。即使以后能買到別的房子，也和記憶中的老房子一樣。家之美，就像樹木在落葉中，水在干魚中，常常“落葉歸根”，化作春泥，是為了下一代落葉也不忘根!
對民國的強(qiáng)烈懷念是否也隨著這些建筑的開放而消失?那份愛可能一直深埋在我心里。彼岸朦朧皓遠(yuǎn)的記憶，這告別。
古老的城市，承載著他對晶瑩玉石的所有回憶，告別了遠(yuǎn)方。我堅定地盯著第一個影子，一步一步，遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)的......
舊城記憶作文2
參觀這座城市熙熙攘攘的步行街，在夜晚看到更多的燈光，但永遠(yuǎn)不要忘記這座老城的點點滴滴。這里沒有城市的喧囂，只有街頭小販簡單的叫賣聲;這里沒有一排排高樓大廈，只有老房子和古老的街道;這里沒有炫目的燈火和綠意，只有簡單的生活方式。
我站在石頭街上環(huán)顧四周，昔日貪婪的街道上也少了一些人，幾家店鋪的鐵門被拉了下來，落了一層薄薄的灰，還有幾張鮮亮的廣告紙也略顯破舊。一個眼花繚亂的招牌，現(xiàn)在也變成了斑駁的鐵架子，空氣中似乎有些被鐵銹覆蓋的香氣。秋天，門口的幾棵樹依然郁郁蔥蔥，精神依附在樹葉上，飄過藍(lán)天，降落在幾年前的石頭街道上。
我看到老人們來來去去，每個人都背著或大或小的袋子，嚼著吃的東西，遇到熟人打個招呼，然后繼續(xù)和他們的朋友有說有笑，討論以后去哪家餐館吃飯。
我一英里外就能聞到那個燒烤店的味道。每次我去，我都要排隊等幾分鐘，而且總是一樣。很奇怪啊，有些東西吃了一口就不會再碰了，但有些東西，你吃了一遍又一遍，卻依然會在記憶中那種從未改變的味道。咬下一塊烤肉，香料和烤肉的香氣頓時撲面而來。還有賣栗子餅的店，皮下的薄餅是金栗子，甜而不膩，一塊就足以包住一天的悲苦。
整條街的貪吃的人向前伸展，我呼吸著空氣