What are the compositions describing the station?

1, Happy Station, opposite to 2, 3 and 4 stops in life-children who grew up together, 5 old people, 6 stops to meet their mothers, 7 stops to say goodbye, 8 stops to glance at, 9 stops on the journey of life, 60

1, the station stands for parting and meeting, happiness and sadness.

2. The station is the node of the railway network, the cornerstone of railway transportation and the information source of railway production.

3. According to the technical classification, stations are divided into marshalling stations, section stations and intermediate stations.

4. Classification according to business nature: freight station and passenger station. Marshalling stations, section stations, freight stations and passenger stations need to carry out a large number of train disassembly, marshalling and technical operations, loading and unloading operations, bill filling, generation and disappearance of transport flow and information processing operations during transportation, so the working reliability of these base stations plays a decisive role in the whole railway transportation system.

5. In urban public transportation, the station refers to the special facilities set up on urban bus lines for urban buses to stop and passengers to get on and off, including the comprehensive parking lot and the main station.

On the composition of the station (1)

For a long time, I stood on this platform in late autumn for a long time.

Gently, I gently brushed away the falling maple leaves on the platform.

I will stick to the old station, I swear:

Never leave.

This is my station.

The voice in my heart tells me that your happiness is to hold the station. My life is rich and monotonous. Get everything ready for train after train every day, and then watch them go away one by one. That is happiness. You just need to look at one life mood after another and know what you want to know in a relaxed atmosphere. Even, don't take a step and enjoy the colorful life. composition

17' s happy life is a bit boring A few days ago, a bus came to the south, and I put a pot of flowers at the back. Where I live, there is not enough sunshine. I want my flower to taste a different life, and I hope it can bring me a hope. I hung a red ribbon on the front of the car, hoping it would bring a little glory to my life. Finally, I hung a bell on the car, hoping it could spread my happiness.

In anticipation, the car bound for the south returned and it gradually stopped. Unfortunately, I didn't see the red ribbon flying. I can't believe my eyes. Yao Ming personally tied it to the front of the car. I stumbled to the front of the car and groped carefully with my hands. Finally, I feel a little greasy. When I looked at it excitedly, I couldn't help but stay. The bright red ribbon seems to have been drained of blood, only a little reddish is still blooming on the faint ribbon, and the smooth silk thread is pulled out and curled feebly in my palm. And I watched my honor be brutally trampled on. Vaguely, inexplicable heartache devours me bit by bit, as if someone had dug out my heart. When the fresh heart is gone, the regret will follow. Only I gently closed my eyes and stood beside the car.

Listen, I hope the sweet * * * can pull me out of the darkness, but there is only suffocating silence. I get rid of all distractions and slowly move my heavy feet. In the distance, I saw a dazzling bell, shining with golden light but showing a trace of innocence.

Yes, all light is helpless. I am anxious to care about this matter. I ran as fast as I could. I suddenly stopped in front of it. At the moment I touched it, I was afraid that it would complain to me about its innocence. But I still reached out and shook it.

There is no sound!

It just shook a few times innocently, but it suffocated me quietly. I just feel that my happiness is broken. But I, I am not always happy? Why, why do you have this feeling of losing happiness? I never leave my post! If the station is the source of my happiness, how can I feel so numb? Unexpectedly, I feel very empty. 17 years, did I find the wrong person for happiness? I can lose my luster, but will happiness fly?

Isn't this my stop?

Smell, smell, a thick fragrance is attacking me, and it hurts badly. I suddenly remembered my flowers. Without enough sunshine, how can my delicate flowers smell so sweet? I flew to the flowers that once belonged to me. I froze. The flowers in that small pot spread out and grew wildly. The fragile stem burst the skin that bound it, and the gray skin wrapped the new green stem. It becomes tall and straight. It turns out that small leaves seem to overflow and life is warm as blood. I just think that a touch will make the green slurry gush out. The original delicate flower, like a splash, opened, and the petals seemed to thicken many times and became lasting. All this makes me feel that I am binding you.

I stopped you on the pretext of loving you and making you happy. I let you see all kinds of life without letting you try, and I tell you with a clear conscience that my love makes you happy forever. I was too selfish to let you go through this storm. I didn't find my fault until you really found your happiness. I shouldn't have stopped you. I live with you. Those lifeless bells and ribbons can only bring hope and glory, but what about getting them back? Life cannot be bound. No matter what kind of life, how can you be happy without experiencing it and just watching it?

I tied you up. Who tied me up?

The whistle of the train gradually sounded, and I still stood on the platform, standing in the station, quietly thinking about all this. The axle of the train turns faster and faster. Suddenly, a fallen leaf fell on the tip of my nose and hurt me. I woke up with a start, ran to the train, grabbed the handrail and jumped on it. I gasped and looked back at you, watching you turn grayish yellow. To tell you the truth, I hate to part with you, but you must leave. You are also happy! Is that fallen leaf a shock to me?

At this moment, I finally understood,

This is the station,

But it's not mine.

(2)

People come and go on the road, and traffic is heavy. The bus in front of the station still stops in a hurry.

People who are in a hurry get on the bus in no hurry, only a few of them are radiant and fast, as if afraid of waiting for someone, and then sit down with a smile.

The bus doesn't leave until people are dead, and the people behind can only lament why they don't get on the bus quickly.

Opportunity, lost, can not be taken back. composition

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"Chen Yan, come to my office after class." Of course I won't forget the teacher's smiling words. The bell rang and I arrived as promised. The teacher handed me and another classmate a piece of material, let's read it again. My hunch is really good, the annual recitation competition. composition

I am very nervous, because this time I have a so-called "opponent", and the teacher has to choose between them. In the quiet office, there was only an intermittent rustling-I nervously looked over and over at the two-page material, and I turned my eyes to the teacher. Those broad-minded eyes reveal a few lines of profundity, remoteness and expectation. Here, it seems that the air is full of jumping breath. I heard a voice vaguely shouting, and I heard it ...

Unconsciously, I drew a perfect full stop to the reading materials. Another student also successfully completed the task. My eyes turned to the teacher again, and I hesitated, bowing my head and thinking silently. It's the first time I've seen a teacher hesitate like this.

"Chen Yan, you go." A word broke the unprecedented silence and also broke the gap in my heart. I looked down and raised my head in surprise, and the teacher smiled happily at me. I took a deep breath, and a strong feeling came over me-

My bus is stopping for me.

Composition about the station. Composition of the station.

This is an ordinary station. Whenever I pass by it, I always pay more attention, not because the plot of the station is good, but because I have experienced such a thing here.

On Sunday, I went to my grandmother's house and left home early in the morning, waiting for the bus at the station. It's nearly nine o'clock. I thought my sister was waiting for me. I really hope the bus will come soon.

There were many people waiting for the bus at the station, and an innocent mother and daughter caught my attention. The little girl is five or six years old, with a ponytail and her mother in a coat. She looks amiable.

"What kind of me will mom and grandma bring?" "I will definitely send you many gifts, but when Grandma comes to our house for the first time, you should be sensible." "Where is grandma now?" "He said he would arrive at nine o'clock, and he may still be on the train now!" Mom said that she couldn't help looking at her watch and the direction of the bus. Today, the No.5 bus has been real for more than ten minutes, and there has been no bus.

My heart can't help trembling. With so many people, I managed to climb the lowest step of the front door, but I was outside the door most of the time.

Ziggy. The conductor pressed the door switch hard, but the door wouldn't close. Go down and think you can turn it off. Sit on the ground and mobilize to sell tickets. I should be allowed to go down in the outermost place, just as my sister is still waiting for me at grandma's house, so I can't rest assured. The conductor is getting impatient. "Hurry up?" what can I do? I have to get off. At this moment, someone suddenly said, "Little sister, you have something to do, you should go first!" " "The speaker is in front of me. He turned around and got off the bus for nothing. I saw that it was really the mother and daughter just now. I was about to say something when the little girl's mother said to me, "I have nothing serious to do, wait for the next one!" " With that, she pulled her daughter out of the car. Bang, the door closed and the car started. I looked out of the window and my mother anxiously raised her wrist to look at her watch.

Along the way, my heart can't be calm for a long time. Am I selfish? How long do I have to wait for the next flight? Grandma got off the bus and got familiar with life. No one has seen him. What does it look like? ......

Since then, whenever I pass by this station, I always pay more attention and hope to see the mother and daughter again, because that time, I forgot to say thank you to him!

The composition about the station The man, the car and the station were the first time I met her and the last time I met her.

It was a winter. My parents, my sister and I went to Xinxiang and should go home at five o'clock in the afternoon. We first took a bus to Jiefang Nanqiao Station in Xinxiang. Because our intercity bus didn't arrive at the station, I spent more than a minute walking around. I saw a girl, and soon she came to the station, so I began to observe her. She is about my age, with black boots, blue jeans, yellow down jacket and so on. My face is red, too. What happened? Do I like her? No way! I'm scared!

After two or three minutes, I retired a little, and she retired a little. What happened? Is she too? ...

After a while, the bus 186 came. I'm afraid she will take this bus, too. Although there were many people, it was ok to squeeze her a little, but she didn't get on the bus. Wow, my brain suddenly relaxed. I wish I hadn't left.

I looked at her several times again, because I hope her appearance can be deeply imprinted in my mind, so that I can't forget her.

After a while, 186 bus came again. Not many people. What I said was a little self-righteous. She certainly wouldn't take this bus, but as soon as the bus stopped, she got on, saying loudly in her heart, "How did she get on?" I was still in a trance when the bus started. Ten seconds later, I ran after him. I mobilized all my muscles, but I still missed the bus 186. I'm disappointed!

The car is getting farther and farther, and the huge car is getting smaller and smaller, and it is gradually blurred.

After a while, our bus came. I got in the car and looked back. I couldn't calm down for a long time, remembering our every move while waiting for the bus. Although that time will be a chance encounter in the eyes of others. But I always understand it as an encounter, and I can't let go of that person, that car, that station.

When the book was opened, a piece of apricot silver fell quietly. Touched, like heartbreaking snow, my heart becomes quiet and peaceful when I appreciate the snow. A pool of smart water must have a column of warmth. When he drops into your heart and moistens your heart that may have been dry for a long time, your heart will move slightly. I moved him.

That umbrella, broken lace propped up new hope, and also silently blocked how many storms.

That man leans under an umbrella all day and looks very weak.

This is a story between an elderly mother and her underage son. Tears have accumulated in my eyes.

Take the station as the topic and write down the scene of the station in 600 words.

One morning in the winter vacation, the wind was biting. I'm going to Uncle Baofeng's house. Arrive at the bus stop. Take a look, wow-there are so many people! People were shivering with cold, rubbing their hands and waiting anxiously for the bus. I also went to the children's boarding house to wait for the bus.

"Go away and let's stand here." Suddenly, there was a vicious cry from the "mother-child boarding house" next to it. I turned my head and saw a rich-looking, cadre-looking man pushing a young woman with a headscarf and a baby in her arms. At this time, many people around him were watching him, but he didn't care. He stood confidently where the mother and son got on the bus, with his hands in his pockets, humming a little song leisurely in his mouth.

Look at the big shot behind him! A man dressed in a military coat, velvet hat and squinting, seems to be a PLA soldier. Although he knows the purpose of a soldier, he is still arrogant. Followed by a short man with a pair of glasses on his nose, a famous down jacket and shiny shoes, he looks like a knowledgeable person. The one standing at the end looks like a doctor, wearing a white coat and a protective mask, and seems to cherish himself. However, why don't they think about the mother and son who are pushed aside?

Seeing this scene, I can't help but feel bored: this sign clearly says "mother and son get on the bus" Why are there several big men standing on the platform, but the real mother and son are pushed aside? Oh, I see. They can't read. Alas-no! Each one is handsome and neatly dressed, and seems to be quite knowledgeable. Are they nearsighted? Impossible, those five Chinese characters are so dazzling, so eye-catching, and so close, you can see clearly even if you are nearsighted! Then why are they standing in the "mother-child boarding house"? Did they do this on purpose? Yes, they did it on purpose.

Thinking of this, I can't help feeling: how many such fake illiterates are around us! They always turn a blind eye to those signs. The sign on the lawn clearly says "no trampling", but in the end, these people left dirty footprints; Even if there is a sign of "love flowers and plants" hanging in the garden, there are always people who want to break branches and pinch flowers.

If we talk about civilization and think of others everywhere, will it happen again? I think our life will be better only if everyone is the disseminator of civilization and morality. For a person, after all, the beauty of the soul is the real beauty!

One cold winter, at the boarding place next to the railway station, a sign stood upright, with five big words written on it: "Mother and child boarding place."

A middle-aged woman, holding a child of 12 years old in her hand, didn't dress up specially, only wore a thin headscarf and skirt on her head. The child he was holding in his hand only wore a small cotton-padded jacket and a small hat. Strangely, the mother and son did not stand in the position of "mother and son get on the bus". Why is this? In fact, this is because the "mother-infant boarding house" is full, and there are so many people that it can be arranged in a dragon. Mother and son stood in the corner of the station and looked at them piteously, but they turned a blind eye and were indifferent.

These people don't seem to be arrogant, they all pretend as if nothing has happened. These people are wearing mink coats and their shoes are brighter than the stars. Some people even close their eyes to avoid the eyes of others around them. Many people wear hats, hands in their pockets and even masks, which is unbearable. They are all literate and may have knowledge in the future, but why pretend to be illiterate? I think it must be that they only care about their own interests and ignore the feelings of others.

Do they prefer to give up civilization in exchange for these short minutes?

I saw in Touching China that a teacher named Hu Zhong gave up teaching in the city and went to a remote rural orphan college as a teacher. He went to the countryside to teach, not only abandoned a good position, but also abandoned his parents, wife and children. Can't these selfish people learn from him?

This cartoon "Fake Illiteracy" was painted by the famous cartoonist Hua. It taught me to look at people's hearts as well as their appearances. We should understand and abide by civilization.

If people all over the world are as uncivilized as their "fake illiteracy", then the world must be in a mess now.

In daily life, some people spit everywhere, some people litter, and they don't take the right way up and down stairs ... In fact, everyone should learn from Kong Rong. Learn from his eternal spirit of civilization.

I hope that people will improve their own quality, not make immoral mistakes, and strive to take the first step towards civilization. "Don't do it with evil, don't do it with good." Let's create a beautiful and harmonious home together!

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