顺便看看这样的风格高考书面表达大概多少分啊
(Perface)The place where I live is a city in which the traffic is often heavy, as we are often held up in the nearly frozen streams of cars, wondering how long it will be before we move. It's both tiring and relaxing to sit in the car watching the views moving after staying, staying and moving while approaching the destination, seeing the same and different movies playing along the familiar streets of the city.
There is a main road called Wuluo Road by which thousands of times I have passed, and I can recognize everything on it----every building, every bridge, every crossing and every traffic light. I can well remember that there used to be a bridge for people to cross the road, which has been pulled down while many passers-by didn't notice it. Near the bridge lies #387 Wuluo Road, the Wuluo Road Experimental Middle School, which was named Wuluo Road Aoshan Middle School those years.
Everyone would have complicated feelings when thinking back to "those years", and I could never talk about my years without mentioning math contests, at the #387. Every time at that very place, when I looked up at the sky under which we struggled in the same classroom, inches from one another, I couldn't help smiling to myself, to the clear blue sky.
That's how I feel, with the happiness, with the pains, with the forgotten A4...
Seeing the new buildings of #387, it's not easy for us to imagine the old school, the Class 3, which seemed to be still here yesterday.
That's not easy to say,
as everything seemed to be a century ago.
(Perface)The place where I live is a city in which the traffic is often heavy, as we are often held up in the nearly frozen streams of cars, wondering how long it will be before we move. It's both tiring and relaxing to sit in the car watching the views moving after staying, staying and moving while approaching the destination, seeing the same and different movies playing along the familiar streets of the city.
There is a main road called Wuluo Road by which thousands of times I have passed, and I can recognize everything on it----every building, every bridge, every crossing and every traffic light. I can well remember that there used to be a bridge for people to cross the road, which has been pulled down while many passers-by didn't notice it. Near the bridge lies #387 Wuluo Road, the Wuluo Road Experimental Middle School, which was named Wuluo Road Aoshan Middle School those years.
Everyone would have complicated feelings when thinking back to "those years", and I could never talk about my years without mentioning math contests, at the #387. Every time at that very place, when I looked up at the sky under which we struggled in the same classroom, inches from one another, I couldn't help smiling to myself, to the clear blue sky.
That's how I feel, with the happiness, with the pains, with the forgotten A4...
Seeing the new buildings of #387, it's not easy for us to imagine the old school, the Class 3, which seemed to be still here yesterday.
That's not easy to say,
as everything seemed to be a century ago.
