I used to look for traces of a small town in the vast territory of the motherland-a little bit in the middle, like a mole on a beauty's brow, inconspicuous but charming.
The town is antique, and the bell and drum tower in the center of the town should be regarded as the landmark building of the town. The Bell and Drum Tower is small and exquisite, inheriting the ethereal, light and elegant architectural style of China attic. The four corners of the eaves of the building are tilted up like butterflies flapping their wings. The royal orthodox tone with red and yellow as the main colors adds a bit of solemnity and stability to it. For many years, it stood there humbly and witnessed the historical changes of the town.
It is said that this Drum Tower was built in Chenghua period of Ming Dynasty, which was originally a civil structure, so it often brought disasters to Zhu Rong. It has been rebuilt and repaired many times in hundreds of years, and the last time was in the 1980s. With the help of modern antique building technology, the skeleton of the bell and drum tower has become reinforced concrete, but its appearance is similar to that of civil structure.
Climb the bell and drum tower and touch the cold unpainted colonnade. My heart is full of history. When my heart is clear, I can vaguely hear the historical footsteps of the morning bell and the evening drum. Staring at the cobwebs like rotten cotton wool on the carved window lattice, like ugly scars, it always hurts faintly.
This town is old but not decadent. The clean streets are lined with buttonwood trees. Buttonwood leaves are like open palms, swaying gently with the wind. Mr. Feng Zikai once said: "There are many things in the world that will turn yellow and green, but nothing symbolizes sadness like buttonwood leaves." It makes sense to think so. It's really a pity that several big trees and greens in front of us have disappeared.
This town is the daughter of water. The stream shining with white light in the sun brought life to the town. In the midsummer evening, we came to the stream, let the clear stream overflow our instep, and watched them flow away from us like time, but it was in vain to reach for it. When the moon rises and the moonlight fills the stream, my heart will become soft under the rippling of clear waves and the warmth of moonlight.
People are already slightly drunk.
There are several big stones in the middle of the stream, which are called "jumping stones". When I was a child, I asked my grandmother how the stone came from. My grandmother said, "When the stream began to flow, the stone was there. It was given by God. " When I grow up, I understand that it is the way for people to cross the river, and people from small towns move there.
One side of the soil and water support one side. The warm climate of the town gave birth to tolerant, kind and simple townspeople. Small town residents also talk about superstitions. When they encounter big events such as weddings, funerals, moving, traveling, etc., they must first ask their husbands for a "date". I remember when I was in the third grade, my teacher set February 2 as the beginning of the general review. They said, "On February 2nd, the dragon looked up. Choosing to review on this day can improve the enrollment rate. " The teacher has good plans for our future.
There are not many aborigines in the town, most of them are Hakka people who escaped from the war and were exiled here to be stable and warm. This is a small town mainly composed of immigrants. Therefore, the town culture is quite inclusive. Take food culture as an example. People in small towns not only eat pasta like northerners, but also don't like rice too much like southerners. The dishes are both sour in the north and sweet and delicate in the south. The "fried rice" mentioned by Wang Zengqi in the article is also found in small towns, but people in small towns call it "rice flower". I think this name is great. Fried rice is swollen and crisp, and it is full of bowls. After boiling water, the rice grains rolled up and down, really a bit like blooming flowers.
Speaking of flowers, small town people seem to have a soft spot for flowers. Walking into a family casually is not necessarily a well-off family. The living room and balcony are full of colorful flowers and fragrant flowers. Not only that, the townspeople also transferred their love for flowers to rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea. Apart from popcorn, eggs that are washed very carefully are called "egg drop", very tender tofu is called "tofu", and chopped green onion is called "chopped green onion"-all of them probably mean like flowers. It can be seen that the taste of small town people is extraordinary.
At sunset, I was walking alone in a quiet alley of the town, and occasionally a puppy passed by. In the half-open door, * * * is sitting opposite the child, playing a game called "flip fork". A thin rope, tied in a knot, passed between two people and turned into various patterns.
I love my town.
2. How to write a beautiful composition in Shanggang Town? Refer to the actual situation in your town.
My family lives in Tara town, Daqin, where the flag is located, and it is a beautiful town on the Horqin grassland. Every weekend, my parents will take me for a walk in the park or square to feel the changes around me and the civilization and progress of the small town. At this time, my father told me about the ever-changing changes in this town.
Ten years ago, my father came to xx No.1 Middle School from the countryside to study. In his memory, at that time, there was only xx Street in Tara Town of Daqin, which was quite prosperous. Sparse "department stores" and restaurants and hotels are located on both sides of the street, which is the main commercial center of xx flag. Only a few buildings dot the ancient town. Every weekend, watching a movie is a luxury pastime, and other cultural activities are basically absent.
Today's small town shows us more prosperity, modernity and civilization. There are many factories, huge factories and towering buildings in the industrial park, which always attract the attention of pedestrians. On both sides of Qinglong Mountain Road and xx Street, high-rise buildings have sprung up, shops and restaurants live next to each other, and high-end goods are dazzling and delicious. The streets are flat and spacious, trees are shaded, street lamps are balanced with parks and squares, and urban sculptures can better demonstrate civilization and harmony. Every night, the park square is crowded with leisure people, whose leisure, comfort and happiness can't be concealed. All this proves that this small town has brought us endless warmth. You see, grandparents' yangko is twisted, and uncles and aunts are together again, but this is our children's happy world. At this time, we are laughing and chasing, releasing the pressure brought by intense study every day.
Dad said that the construction of our town has just started, and "expanding north and expanding east" is being implemented. In the construction of the new urban area, its future should be three times the present scale, and it should be a modern eco-industrial city. I can't describe the prospect of a modern eco-industrial city, but I know what a beautiful town it is. I like this town, and I love this town even more. I told my father that when I grow up, I will use my wisdom and strength to build her better!
3. How to write 50 words in the composition of the small town on Sunday? During the May Day holiday, Zhang Yuxi and I went to the small town that Sunday under the leadership of our parents. We really grew up and realized the hard work of making money.
That day, we bought tickets and entered the town excitedly. There are many people. We took the map and walked around it under the guidance of our mother to get familiar with the terrain. We found that there are so many occupations that can make money! There are police, firefighters, power companies, flower shops, courts, photo studios, theatrical troupes and so on.
First, we came to the fire station and became a fireman. Under the guidance of the teacher, we changed into firemen's clothes and listened to the teacher explain the fire knowledge, and then entered the actual combat drill. Suddenly, a residential building caught fire. We quickly put out the fire with a water gun. Through our efforts, we finally put out the fire. It was not until I became a fireman that I realized that putting out fires was hard and dangerous. Firefighters are really great. We successfully completed the task and got the first salary we earned in a small town. We are very happy. Then, we became professional models, showed our elegance on the small runway and left some photos. I went to a chocolate shop again, learned to make chocolate by myself with the money I earned from 40 yuan, and ate my own chocolate, which was especially sweet. Later, I became a scientist, a master of floral art, a photographer and so on. Finally, I earned a total of 1 10 yuan. I really want to spend it all on food, but I can't give up looking at the hard-earned money.
On my way home, I suddenly felt grown up. Although it took four hours, I learned that it is not easy for adults to make money. I'm sure I won't ask for things indiscriminately in the future, but I'll be thrifty.
Did you write a beautiful composition about this town? It is best to describe the scenery with parallelism at the beginning. 1. When the sky began to rain and the rain hit my face, I realized that I had lost, so thoroughly.
I thought that when I saw the wind, I would follow it to the place I yearned for, but I was still a child after all. Think about what you can do.
3. A person walking on a gloomy road reminds people of things that are not there. Only the gloomy street lamp accompanied me on the road, and the strong wind hit me. For a while, I shuddered and bowed my head and left silently.
No one knows me, no one cares about me and no one understands me. So I will just watch the sun set and my heart will fall together.
Always rely on yourself. I know, after the heavy rain, I thoroughly understand what friendship is.
6. I thought everything was as simple as I thought, not what others thought. In the eyes of others, it is a cloud after all, and I reflected on it alone on that dark night.
7. It's late at night and the lights are still on. It's quiet, but our hearts are still there. It's cold, and he is still correcting our homework during the day.
8. Petals will eventually fade with time. I know it's true, but I don't want to admit it. Because the rain just wants to wet the petals, not make them disappear in front of it. I admit, rain likes petals, right?
9. I don't know what I want, because your slap told me that day, and my heart is dead, dead in that drizzly morning, dead in your hands.
5. How to write a composition in Crescent Town The black night curtain gradually hangs down, and various stars, big or small, bright or dark, are painted on the cloth curtain, flashing. There are still some clouds that are not clear and are on cloud nine. These seem to be guards, waiting for the moon princess to come again.
Here comes the moon. It first walked into the lobby in a light orange evening dress and greeted everyone. We walked in the street. The moon jumped naughtily over the treetops, hid under the eaves, and suddenly swept the roof and jumped over the low wall. It danced a beautiful and rhythmic waltz quickly and flashed in front of my eyes at a brisk pace. It seems to show off its superb skills and win applause from countless audiences.
The night is getting deeper. When the moon reappeared under the eaves, it had already put on a bright white dress and was radiant in an instant. The moon is ripe. It no longer plays, but keeps walking quietly in front of us.
The tired moon is resting in the clouds, leaving only a few stars as if on sentry duty.
The moon hangs obliquely in the sky, smiling, and the stars are crowded with the milky way, flashing.
A full moon rises, like a bright lamp, hanging high in the sky.
The moon opened its eyes wide and looked kindly at the villages and fields, much like a polished copper plate.
The full moon is rising, and a soft smile appears on her silvery face.
The bright full moon has been lifted to the sky by the distant blue mountains.
The moon, round, is like a spinning wheel, spinning her romantic reverie.
At night, it's quiet. The full moon like a jade plate passes through the clouds, and the faint moonlight shines on the earth.
An apricot full moon climbed out of the mountain mouth and threw its reflection into the lake.
The full moon, like a yellow lantern, is held in the sky from the eastern horizon.
At night, the full moon rises, and a piece of peace shines on the earth with the silver moonlight.
6. The urgency of writing a small town in the paper "My Hometown". My hometown is in yingtan, Jiangxi, the birthplace of Taoism in China.
The mountains, water and people there are more beautiful. She is a new tourist city, and was rated as an excellent tourist city in China this year.
I hope all the friends sitting here today will go to our hometown to watch the tour. Your large-scale Millennium hanging coffin performance has a small bamboo raft full of local customs, so that you and your lover or family can go with the flow on the small bamboo raft. My hometown Longyan, located in western Fujian, is a famous old revolutionary base area.
Longyan is located in the subtropical zone, with four distinct seasons and rich weight. This is a beautiful landscape city. In today's reform and opening up, Longyan is becoming a beautiful Putian along the coast of Fujian, my hometown ... A hometown ballad we wrote is sung in my hometown, which makes wandering wanderers warm as sunshine.
My hometown is Putian, Fujian, the hometown of Mazu. Formerly known as Xinghua Bay, it has 24 beautiful scenery and Meizhou Island, the hometown of Mazu, the goddess of the sea admired by Chinese all over the world.
People there put Mazu's kindness and enthusiasm for helping others into practice and spread four talents. My hometown is Honghe County, a remote town in the southwest of Yunnan Province. It is a famous hometown of overseas Chinese.
My hometown is a beautiful place, inhabited by Yi, Hani, Yao and Dai ethnic minorities. My hometown is rich in tropical fruits, such as mango, litchi, banana and watermelon ... everyone has their own lovely hometown. My hometown is Sanming in the northwest of Fujian. In my impression, my hometown is so beautiful, the people are so respectable, there are mountains and waters, and there is really a treasure house of "Feng Shui". I used to think it was the warmest place, but since I came to Xiamen, I have felt the feeling of studying in Shanghai.
The mountains, waters and mountains in my hometown are full of my feelings, my heart, my relatives and my folks, which remind me of me all the time. My hometown is in a small ravine.
There is a clear stream where there used to be lively fish and shrimp. The green deciduous plants on the mountain show that my hometown is so full of spring.
Full of energy. There are several paths in my hometown that connect with the outside world. Although winding, it can also be described as a narrow path.
There, I left light or heavy or deep or shallow footprints and dyes, and now I recall that my heart is always warm. In particular, the small pavilion used to rest on the path has always made me feel concerned and warm.
My hometown, from the countryside, is not as prosperous as painting, but it is the most beautiful picture in my mind. My hometown brought me endless fun when I was growing up, and it also left me good memories on the road of life.
Whenever I hear others talk about my hometown, I always have warm feelings and sweet memories in my heart. Hometown can always make us leave inadvertently … Hometown is beautiful and good. Hometown is the most beautiful place in everyone's mind, whether it is developed or prosperous, poor or backward. My home is in Gutian, Ningde, and I am not very rich. Compared with other places in the same province, the living standard is not high, but every family attaches importance to education. I hope that children can get out of poverty when they grow up and travel outside to increase their knowledge.
In fact, our beautiful scenery produces peaches, mushrooms and tremella, and it is also the famous hometown of tremella ... When it comes to my hometown, I am particularly proud because it is the ancient capital of civilization with a long history and the capital of China. Beijing has a long history and is also the place where emperors lived. There are many cultural landscapes here, as well as many natural landscapes.
The Forbidden City, Tiananmen Square, Beihai and Summer Palace are all famous tourist attractions at home and abroad, especially the Great Wall. There is a saying that "you are not a hero until you reach the Great Wall". Therefore, Beijing welcomes guests from all corners of the country every day.
In 2002, Beijing won the right to host the eighth Olympic Games, and the people all over the country were excited by the news. Beijing has also begun to invest a lot of manpower and material resources to rebuild the Olympic Village in the northwest of Beiyang.
My hometown Kunming is a beautiful city, where flowers bloom all year round. Against the blue sky and white clouds, it is beautiful here, with fresh air and soft sunshine. Anyone who has been to Kunming will say, "It's a spring city, and it's really extraordinary." I love my hometown-the most beautiful spring city in the world! My hometown is in Du Yu, Jiangxi. It doesn't love the land where I was born and raised.
There are beautiful scenery, and there are better scenery in winter, that is, flowers and flowers, as well as the "starting point of the Long March."
7. The composition of the scenery of the town On that day, the wind roared and the vegetation was depressed. I was sitting on the bus, getting off and going home alone. However, I saw a person, shivering in the dark world and the cold wind. The wind kept blowing his skirts-that's his father! Through the window, I clearly saw my father's white hair. This is not a bright moon, there is no gorgeous decoration, but it is white hair. That is a white hair. Father's white hair was overwhelmed by strong winds again and again, but he stood indomitable again and again. I know who this must be for. ...
Is it my father's white hair, or is my father's heart constantly being crushed and raised? The car is near the construction site, so I quickly stepped down. Obviously, my father saw me. He stopped blocking the coat in the wind with his fingers and ran quickly to me. His coat completely succumbed to the wind, but he didn't care that the red sweater jumped out of the * * * ran to me in this inexplicable darkness.
At that moment, I clearly saw my father's fiery heart approaching me in the cold. At that moment, I was in tears.
My father gently took my hand to warm it up, but what I touched was obviously a big hand as cold as ice. I held my father's hand tightly, but he was too busy to avoid it. "My hands are too cold." Regardless of my father's dodge, I caught those cold big hands back, knowing that I was grasping the wealth of my life.
With the aging of life, my father turned into a mountain, a fire, a lamp, a road, a little fatherly love, accompanied me every day and every second, and accompanied me all my life. Father, your love is the wealth of your daughter's life, because with your love, her daughter will never be poor.