1 There is such a city.
The slowly flowing river reflects the cloudless blue sky in Wan Li and the moss with white walls and black tiles; When I arrived at Guyanjing, a woman dressed in plain Naxi costumes was saying that her parents lacked washing clothes and vegetables. The kind old man was wearing a sheepskin jacket, sitting lazily on the threshold, smoking a cigarette. ...
This city is Dayan ancient city, bearing grandpa's memory and living in my heart!
The winding stone road extends from the Ming and Qing Dynasties to the present. Time passes on the bluestone slab, which is as smooth as a mirror. Opposite Shiban Street, every household lives near the water, with tiled houses, rugged, ancient trees, weeping willows and low arches, depicting the life charm of Naxi people with "small bridges and flowing water".
In the early morning, the bell of the caravan passed through the end of the street and awakened the sleeping old city. Against the rising sun, the smoke from the kitchen chimney floats leisurely over the old city. The man cooks a can of butter tea by the fire, and the woman orders Lijiang Baba, and the day's life begins.
"Drinking suggests Lulu" (Naxi language: buying bean jelly) and "eating rice noodles" (Naxi language: eating rice noodles), and familiar shouts echoed in the alleys of the old city. In the hut facing the street, the hardworking grandmother put some square tables in the house, which is a family business. To say it's business is actually to provide a place for people who travel far away and a little appetite for tired people. A hut, a window, a world. "Thinking about the past and thinking about the future" (Sifang Street) also began a busy day. Naxi's grandmother came from the field path with a bamboo basket on her shoulder, which contained green and white side dishes, earth eggs and exchangeable agricultural products. Pedestrians who come and go, you say a word, I say a word, and my companions say their own things. The horse pot head led the horse through the crowd, and they exchanged new things they brought along the way for everyone. ...
The last afterglow of the sunset, with people's joys and sorrows, gradually faded away. Ma Guotou packed his bags and led the horse to the next place. With the voice of chanting in Dongba, the old man brought the excitement of the old street during the day to the magical Yulong Snow Mountain, and the city entered a sweet dream.
I like listening to grandpa kneeling and telling the human story of the old city. I like listening to the bell of the caravan in the story and taking me to distant places. "Legend has it that there is a pure land where an ancient nation lives. Everyone can sing and dance, and will never be lonely ... "
A few cloudy days, the morning sun rises. The story of the town begins again.
Maybe when I grow up, I find that the scenery in familiar places has always been beautiful. Grandma drinks and chats with grandpa every morning. There is no deadline. Maybe she should stop when she's finished. However, I think what grandma wants to say every day is actually the same. Nothing more than saying: how are you, old man? If you have no money, tell me in your dream, or I am doing well. Don't miss it. To tell the truth, sometimes I see my grandmother like this every day and keep nagging at a 27-year-old photo I think she is a little neurotic. I asked her why she did it, but she said, you don't understand! Ask mom and dad: one day you will know. But after all these years, I still don't understand.
But today, I seem to read something from my aunt's story. My uncle passed away last week. When my uncle was alive, I always looked down on her, because she was a child bride, so I treated my aunt badly, and I did all the hard work. But now that my uncle is gone, everyone is thinking that my aunt's hard life is finally over, but now my aunt Lacrimosa says that she can't live without her uncle every day.
I think this is love, just like grandparents. It's been 27 years, but grandma thinks about grandpa every day and never stops. Perhaps this kind of love has gradually turned into family affection. Although it is not the same blood flowing in the body, it is better than the same blood! It's Tomb-Sweeping Day again. No wonder grandma looks particularly ugly these days. It turns out that her yearning for grandpa has increased again ~ maybe this is the beauty of the town. When I was a child, I hoped that life would be as beautiful as the first time. There was no parting, only a beautiful encounter. However, this is a fantasy. It was not until the calendar of this day was torn off that I found that this day was recorded in history again. It's time to look back and find that things have changed.
Good night, grandma! Good night, my quiet and sunny town.
Small town story composition 3 "There are many small town stories, full of joy and joy. If you come to a small town, you will gain a lot. " Come to Yiyang, a beautiful town. Yiyang has beautiful scenery, delicious food and hospitable people.
Yiyang is nicknamed "Silver City". According to historical records, Baoqing is made of iron, Yiyang is made of silver and Changsha is made of paper. Yiyang, the "silver capital", has many beautiful scenic spots. For example, Anhua Tea Horse Ancient Road Scenic Area is famous for its last caravan and the most complete Tea Horse Ancient Road. Here, the original mountain residents and canyon scenery are preserved, far away from the hubbub, beautiful and unique, so it is known as "the mountain city, the legacy of tea and horses".
Surrounded by mountains and rivers, the city will have spirituality. Huilong is located on the top of a screw in Shandong Province, with Fengxing Mountain in the west. Surrounded by mountains, it looks like a group of dragons gathered at the edge of Huilong River. Winding to the water's edge, it looks like a faucet from a distance, hence the name. Zishan Lake, like an emerald pearl, is embedded in the side of Yiyang, a small town, adding a touch of Hunan charm.
The spirituality of mountains and rivers is concentrated on small black tea bricks. The large temperature difference between day and night in Yiyang makes the growth period of tea long, which is beneficial to the accumulation of organic matter. Black tea soup has bright color and good taste, and can regulate glucose metabolism in vivo, effectively prevent diabetes, reduce blood lipid, lower blood pressure, and resist coagulation and thrombosis. According to beauty experts, overnight tea can also raise eyelashes. This kind of black tea is really a treasure.
In Yiyang, the tea that people often drink more is green tea. Tea is delicious, but it is very troublesome to make it. Yiyang people's patience and meticulous, in the process of tea picking, kneading, baking, show incisively and vividly. There are many complicated processes in the production of tea, and each process needs to be followed up all the time. With a slight difference, the taste of tea is different.
The way of entertaining guests with tea reflects the enthusiasm and hearty of Yiyang people. Visiting relatives and friends in Yiyang, no matter which family you are familiar with or not, most of you can drink hot ginger, salt, sesame and bean curd tea, Anhua Taojiang and fragrant tea at any time. Sweet and salty, fragrant and spicy, delicious, a cup of hot tea, a local accent and a leisure time. It has become a custom for adults to talk about their careers, studies and family business at will, and children to play together and be lively and amiable.
"It looks like a painting and sounds like a song. The realm of truth, goodness and beauty in life is included here. " Yiyang has beautiful scenery, delicious food and hospitable people. "There are many stories in the town, full of joy and joy. If you come to a small town, you will gain a lot. " Come to Yiyang, a beautiful town, and invite your friends. Yiyang, a small town, be a guest!
Small town story composition 4 Past scenes, misty and rainy, the voice of my hometown always haunts my ears, and the story of a small town often affects my dream soul. I grew up in a picturesque town, where there is no prosperity of the city, but there is beautiful tranquility; Without the glitz of the city, there is the simplicity of the world; Just like Jiangnan in the painting, surrounded by green mountains and green waters, I love that small town.
Every inch of the town records my growing process. The classroom has the sound of playing when I was a child, echoing the sound of reading; The muddy path makes me in a hurry; My naughty figure stayed on my mother's back; Dad's arms left my wronged tears. The small town is full of stories of my youth, recording my innocence, romance, naughty, willfulness, persistent pursuit, ignorance, arrogance, crying, laughing and worrying, just like scattered shells, full of memories, which are hard to erase.
I remember that I was not an obedient child, but a stubborn girl. Always want to fly out of town, always whimsical. Mom said, the scenery of the town is still the same, the daughter who can't keep her anymore, the girl who is waving her wings, she flew, just the ends of the earth, don't forget, there is still a touch of green in her memory, that is her hometown, and the person who has been waiting for him, her.
How many days and nights, how many sleepless nights, I shuttled through the brightly lit night alone, wandering in the tunnel of memory, looking for the lost shadow, but I couldn't find the harbor to anchor. The distant town is clearly visible in my mind, and the figure that makes me sleepy in the middle of the night occupies my mind. Only then did I realize that I still belonged to that small town.
I once dreamed of packing, traveling alone and traveling around the world. I've always dreamed of the days when there are idle clouds and wild cranes. I've always dreamed that the outside world is really wonderful. I always feel that my family has bound me, and I always want an open leaf. However, when everything was about to come true, I chickened out and found that my home was still good.
The small town is just a palm-sized place, but it carries all my dreams, records my childhood play, fills my childhood innocence, treasures my youthful madness, and may leave the vicissitudes of my later years in the future, forming a complete picture of my life, a simple and precious life album.
Even if I travel all over the world, even if I travel all over Qian Shan, there will only be one small town in my dream hometown!
If it weren't for the lively crowd, the night market would have been brightly lit. If Mr. Tao didn't write my face, although it was only a small part, if there were no stories arranged by famous modern directors. I think I am still like the wild lily in the valley. My spring is only known to me.
Maybe the whole world is attracted by my beauty. Indeed, there are many enthusiastic people around me here, and there have been many touching legends and stories. It is rumored that there are many immortals living in Yinziyan next to me. These immortals took a fancy to this cave at a glance. There are mountains outside the cave, surrounded by green mountains and green waters. Looking up is the castle in the blue sky. These immortals live near the cave. Feet fly in the clouds and can go back and forth in less than half an hour. So the nearby immortals came one by one, and they didn't want to leave, saying that a stone in Yinziyan was very similar to themselves, and it was a treasure place to summon themselves. Some immortals don't like precious stones, but only love wine. They often ask fairy sisters who guard the orchard in the sky for fairy fruit to make wine. Some immortals find it troublesome because the rules of heaven are very strict. So I'd rather make my own wine. There are almost all osmanthus trees here. Once in full bloom, the immortals who picked up the cheap will never miss their osmanthus wine again. After the osmanthus is brewed, the good wine will be directly stored in Yinziyan. Smell it and drink the mellow wine!
Even the treasures of the immortals who love to bury many treasures in Yinziyan smell of old wine, so the rock walls are all silver. Later, after a long time, a fugitive aristocrat came to the cave near the rock wall, accidentally found the treasure here and gave it to the emperor of the court. The emperor also came here with his cronies, buried his wine here and buried his treasure in the deepest part of the cave. Later I heard that there are more and more treasures. As long as mortals enter this place, they will be rich in the future! So Yinziyan is becoming more and more popular. Although I am only a small city, my story and my beauty are by no means limited to this.
A few cloudy days, the morning sun rises. The story of the town begins again. ......
Maybe when I grow up, I find that the scenery in familiar places has always been beautiful.
Grandma drinks and chats with grandpa every morning. There is no deadline. Maybe she should stop when she's finished. However, I think what grandma wants to say every day is actually the same. Nothing more than saying: how are you, old man? If you have no money, tell me in your dream, or I am doing well. Don't miss it. To tell the truth, sometimes I see my grandmother like this every day and keep nagging at a 27-year-old photo I think she is a little neurotic. I asked her why she did it, but she said, you don't understand! Ask mom and dad: one day you will know.
But after all these years, I still don't understand ... but today, I seem to have read something from my aunt's story. My uncle passed away last week. When my aunt was alive, she always looked down on her because she was a child bride, so she was very bad to her, and she had to do all the hard work. But now that her aunt is gone, everyone thinks that her miserable life is finally over, but now her aunt Lacrimosa says every day that she can't live without her aunt. ......
I think this is love, just like grandparents. It's been 27 years, but grandma thinks about grandpa every day and never stops. Perhaps this kind of love has gradually turned into family affection. Although it is not the same blood flowing in the body, it is better than the same blood!
Tomb-Sweeping Day again. No wonder grandma looks particularly ugly these days. It turns out that her yearning for grandpa has increased again ~
Maybe this is the beauty of the small town.
When I was a child, I hoped that life would be as beautiful as the first time. There was no parting, only a beautiful encounter. However, this is a fantasy. It was not until the calendar of this day was torn off that I found that this day was recorded in history again.
It's time to look back and find that things have changed. ......
Good night, grandma! Good night, my quiet and sunny town.
My hometown is a remote and quiet town. I spent sixteen years here.
When the sunset glow reflects the red sky, night will come to the town. The small town is a city surrounded by mountains, so every evening, you will see beautiful light shining behind the mountains, red or yellow, bright or dark, as if there are some rare treasures, which are extremely beautiful. This is a special landscape that no other city has.
When the stars are on, a bright galaxy will appear on the streets of the town. The French phoenix tree beside the street is dotted with the silver flowers of the fire tree, which makes the quiet night of the town no longer lonely; They guide the way home for people who have worked hard all day; They left an indelible impression on passers-by.
A thin white fog appeared in the town that slept all night in the morning. You might think this is the quietest moment in this town. However, busy figures can be seen everywhere in the streets and lanes at this moment: street cleaners, office workers with flying feet and students carrying schoolbags have all started busy and fulfilling lives at this moment. In Ran Ran, the morning sun rises behind them and pigeons fly over their heads. A beautiful day has begun again.
On a sunny afternoon, dense street trees support a shade. A breeze blew, and bright flowers swayed on the branches, releasing a refreshing fragrance. Under the gentle breeze, pink petals are flying all over the sky, making this poetic town more dreamy and blurred. At this time, if you pass by the campus, you will see energetic students studying and exercising. Their bright smiles, like the afternoon sunshine, make people feel bright and comfortable. At this moment,
Wind, cool; God, Gao Yuan.
The setting sun set on the hill bit by bit, and the town was brightly lit. She is serene and silent, but she has extraordinary beauty; She is deep and far away, but she has never lost people's favor. This is my hometown, a beautiful town.
Small town story composition 8 The past turned into dust and became an irresistible story. Sometimes, stories become accidents because of accidents. The fragrance of tea lingers like water, and many things often carry dusty shackles. After opening, the past slowly emerges, and the memories are like yesterday. I was born in a small city on the 18 line, but I was not born and raised, so the story of the town needs to be found.
It is a familiar and unfamiliar city. Standing on the roof of the residential area and looking down, it is a vague night scene. The streets are quiet at night and seem deserted around seven o'clock. The night market near the main street is out of place with this sad street. The night market is not far from my home, just one block. The night market occupies two streets, one called East Street and the other called West Street. A seemingly random name does point out two different directions, so that every road idiot like me can find out where North is. There are many people in the night market, just like during the day, except that the shops next to it are closed.
On New Year's Eve, we don't have the habit of vigil, but we also sleep very late. Adults are busy setting off fireworks and so on. Naturally, no one cares where we children go to play. So, I took a group of children younger than me to the night market and bought a bunch of barbecues that I didn't feel clean at ordinary times. We often carry paper towels with us to clean the oil on our hands and mouths so as not to be found by adults.
China people seem to have a special feeling for food. The barbecue in Xiao Chen is very spicy, and I am disappointed because I can't eat spicy food. Every barbecue tastes different, because the owner's story is different. I met a shopkeeper in Xinjiang. It is said that he came here for a girlfriend in a small town, and later broke up, so his barbecue was a bit bitter.
Every town is different, whether it is a first-line, second-line, third-line, fourth-line or thirty-second-line small city, it is very different, because every town has a different story. It is not necessarily a big story, even if it is a person, an accident, everything is a story. There are many stories and they have become different towns.