A descriptive essay about a small town

1. I want to write an essay about a small town

It is a small town, an inconspicuous small town surrounded by three mountains: Taihang, Wangwu and Zhongtiao. There is no blue sky, no green grass, just tall chimneys blowing out mist all day long. People live in low-rise bungalows, with rubbish everywhere and sewage flowing across the street. There, there are just dirt roads with lots of potholes. It's dusty on sunny days and muddy on rainy days. In the eyes of that generation, bicycles were rare tools. So if you want to go out, you have to prepare a few days in advance. On the street, people throw garbage and spit everywhere, and there are stinking ditches everywhere that make you cover your nose.

That was Jincheng thirty years ago. Over the past thirty years, with the development of society and economy, Jincheng has also undergone earth-shaking changes.

The street greening of Zezhou Road and Fengtai Street has been praised in North China; a large number of exquisite gardens such as the Two Rivers Management Project, Baima Green Garden Ecological Park, and Phoenix Ridge Park have made Jincheng people proud. Nowadays, when walking in the city, cedar trees stand tall beside the straight roads, waiting for your inspection at any time; in the green belts, flowers of all kinds bloom proudly; there are rows of skyscrapers, and rows of beautiful and neat residential areas... Everywhere is a perfect combination of modern construction and environmental protection. Jincheng is even more brilliant at night. The dazzling neon lights accompanied by the long river-like traffic flow make people feel extremely beautiful.

Barber shops, photo studios, laundries, and supermarkets that can be seen everywhere on the streets provide great convenience to people's lives; swimming pools, bowling alleys, and movie theaters provide people with rest and relaxation when they are tired from work. Places for entertainment; high-rise buildings are rising one after another, people's housing conditions have improved, and home decoration has become more and more upscale; tourist attractions such as Wangmangling, Xiyagou, Dongsiyi, and Imperial City Prime Minister's Mansion have also provided People's holidays add endless fun.

How happy are the people living in Jincheng? He said: "We live in a national garden city, with luxuriant grass, clear water, and shady trees. The environment is good." He said: "We can enjoy more than 300 good weather conditions of Level 2 or above a year, and the climate is "Okay." He said: "My wife and I live in a flat, we have pensions, we have medical insurance, we don't need anything, and we live a comfortable life." The strong sense of happiness is beyond words, which is enviable.

In the past thirty years, Jincheng has been moving towards a new modern city that is clean, beautiful, comfortable and civilized. Beautiful city, thirty years old. May Jincheng create the glory that belongs to Jincheng in every thirty years to come 2. Bustling and Lively Town Essay

My hometown is located in the south of Chengdu. It is a beautiful town. In ancient times, It was called Guangdu and is now called Huayang. When the sun just shows its smiling face, the crow of the rooster wakes up the town.

My hometown is beautiful. Beside the Fu River, the willow trees look like beautiful girls. When the wind blows, the girls' hair rustles and their bodies sway with the wind. On the river bank, several egrets were playing leisurely. At the slightest sound, they flew high together, forming a beautiful scenery in the sky. The chrysanthemums in Nanhu are even more colorful, including red, yellow, white, purple, green... there are so many that the number of people is countless. From a distance, they look like ribbons, colorful and extremely beautiful.

My hometown is lively again. The roads are busy with traffic and people are coming and going in the shopping malls. On the grass, children are playing, old people are exercising, and a group of old ladies are still performing the cheerful Yangko dance. In the vegetable market, there are fish, shrimp, vegetables and fruits everywhere. The vendors are shouting hard and greeting the passers-by enthusiastically.

My hometown is even more delicious. Baijia's fat rice rolls, Luodai's sad jelly, Longquanyi's peaches, Huangjia's mutton, my mother's rabbit heads, the spicy hotpot in the alley, the seafood in the hotel... Just listening to it makes people drool. Every weekend, Chengdu’s foodies come here to satisfy their cravings. 3. A 250-word essay on the scenery of Yunshan Town

Thoughts on reading "Morning in a Small Town" Tan Lingyue 4.5 Today, I read the article "Morning in a Small Town".

This is an article describing the scenery of Zhouzhuang, the first water town in China. The main content is: The morning in the small town is peaceful.

The morning in the small town is lively. Mornings in the town are tense.

One of my favorite passages is: The morning in the small town is lively. The sleeping water town was awakened by the leisurely rocking sound of wooden boats.

I don’t know when, the river pier was filled with all kinds of boats. Walking on the street feels like being in a whirlpool of joy.

The road is not wide, there are many people, and various agricultural and sideline products are lined along the street. Lettuce, leeks, and celery are still covered with crystal dew; the fish and shrimp in the basin are jumping and jumping, splashing a lot of water; sometimes the chickens and ducks in the cage raise their necks and scream, sometimes looking at the passers-by... selling rice dumplings, The stalls selling soy milk and wontons were already steaming hot, and waves of tempting aroma wafted out of the big pots lit by flames. The owner welcomed the first batch of customers with a simple and enthusiastic smile.

Because it describes the small town in the morning with many boats, people, agricultural and sideline products, and people doing business. So I like this section.

Reading this reminds me of my hometown, where my grandma lives. The family is very lively. Every morning, they go to the market. The market is very lively. All kinds of fruits and vegetables are displayed on the street, which is dazzling. Grandma often goes to the market! What a wonderful morning! .

4. If you have any composition about the beautiful scenery of a small town, it is best to use parallelism at the beginning

Scenery description 1. When it started to rain and the rain hit my face, I realized that I had lost, lost. So thorough

2. I thought that when I saw the wind, it would follow the wind, and the wind would go to the place I yearned for, but I am still a child after all. No matter how beautiful my thoughts are, what can I do?

3. Walking alone on that gloomy road, the loneliness makes me think of all the things that exist and are not. There are only the dim street lights accompanying me on the road, and the fierce wind hits me. After a while, I shivered, lowered my head and walked away silently.

4. No one knows me, no one cares about me, no one understands me. So I will only watch the sunset Sometimes I look at the sun, slowly setting, and my heart falls together.

5. I can only rely on myself at all times. I understand that after the heavy rain, I completely understood what friendship is. ?

6. I thought everything was as simple as what I thought, not what others thought. It was just clouds in the eyes of others. I reflected alone in that dark night.

7 .The night is late, but the lights there are still on. The night is quiet, but our hearts are still bright. The night is cold, and he is still correcting the day's homework for us.

8. Petals After all It will wither over time. I know this is a fact, but I don’t want to admit that it is a fact. Because the rain just wants to moisten the petals, not to let it disappear in front of it. I admit that the rain loves the petals. Is it right?

9. I don’t know what I want, because your slap told me that day. My heart was dead. It died on that drizzly morning. It died in your hands. On hand. 5. An essay describing the spring scene (requires 400 words) Don’t say 400 for less

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Reference: Points rules for anonymous answers After logging in, you can get reward points by answering, and you can view and manage all the answers. Log in | Register to answer *** 1 gift from Miss Spring. Winter is gradually going away, and Miss Spring has quietly stepped into nature, carrying with her Three special gifts arrived... The river was so frozen that it turned into ice. Miss Chun came, and she passed the first warmth to the river. The ice gradually stretched and melted, and only the sound of the river flowing gently was heard. Seeing the dewdrops flowing on the withered grass blades... the girl smiled, because she knew her first gift? The source of spring has flowed down... The small dewdrops are like small, round crystals. They play on the withered yellow branches and leaves, and accidentally fall down, disturbing the grass on the roadside. She raised her face slightly and was very happy to see Sister Chun. Miss Chun smiled, and the grass lowered her head shyly. Then all the grass turned green, the earth was covered with green, and the little flowers came alive. Dotted with this land, like an endless carpet. This beautiful scenery was seen by the sleeping peach tree. It was envious and said to the river: "Can you give me some of your source?" The river agreed. It let its source flow to the earth. The peach trees got the nectar of the river and became green. The earth suddenly became green. All the trees were no longer withered and yellow. Their lives were reawakened. They straightened their backs and were happy. They were talking. The flowers beside them lowered their heads, and the flower bones looked very full. At this time, many peach blossoms bloomed on the peach trees, which were so cute. Their fragrance woke up the dead winter jasmine. It stretched and opened its eyes. He opened his long-sleeping eyes and said happily: "It's another new year."

As summer neared the end of the season, I carried my simple travel clothes and got on the bus to Wuzhen alone.

After traveling around in boats, we finally arrived there at dusk. A light rain fell from the sky, bringing a touch of sweet waterside tenderness to the still-sweltering evening. The small town in the misty rain and mist looked like a sketch that condensed all the customs of the south of the Yangtze River. The drizzle washed out her dark color. The tiles, the carved corridors, and the upturned eaves. There are also broken tiles and remnants of walls, and there are also orchids that smell the fragrance, showing the freshness and elegance after washing away the dust. It matches a certain expectation in my heart. It is worth spending a few days to appreciate and appreciate it leisurely and leisurely.

Walking slowly on the small street paved with bluestones, carefully looking at the small town in the rain, she was as quiet as a virgin raised in a boudoir, restrained and elegant. On both sides are ancient houses with wooden structures, with hollow doors and windows, and exquisitely carved figures, flowers and plants. From time to time, an antique workshop will appear in front of you inadvertently around the corner. The dyeing workshop with blue printed cloth, Gongsheng Zaofang and the aroma of wine wafting from it all seem to tell the story of the past in detail. Prosperity and splendor.

Stone paths and sky stone bridges. The winding river passes through the town, giving the town a flow of life. It is also like an elegant ink painting shrouded in mist and rain, making it difficult to stop. Standing in the drizzle for a long time, staring at the end of the winding and silent street, I could vaguely hear the longing footsteps of old friends returning and the clear footsteps of passers-by tapping on the stone road.

In a trance, it seems that I have melted into it, becoming a Jiangnan woman holding a light butter paper umbrella walking in the drizzle of apricot blossoms, with a touch of poetic elegance, warmth and melancholy simplicity. The charm, walking through the cool and deep alleys, walking through the winding and deep old streets, suddenly disappears into an ancient wooden door that is ajar.

"You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams. You stand on the bridge and watch the sunset, but the sunset looks back... ..." There was a person's deep voice behind him, and looking back, he saw a young and clear face. When he looked at me, his clear eyes were full of smiles.

So the next day, we went swimming together. When we got up, we stood side by side on the bow of the boat, letting the small boat glide gently in the river, swinging slowly in the boatman's hand, creating ripples and rippling leisurely towards both banks.

The slowly receding old houses with dark green tiles and dark brown wooden board walls on both sides of the river are reflected on the light green river, and the Yanliu Painted Bridge looks like a dark-toned painting. Imagine the comfort of the person sitting in the house having tea, looking out the window and taking in the rich scenery of the water town. There are also mottled walls covered with traces of time; in the steamy street teahouses in the early morning, the dull and turbid eyes of the old people sitting there tell the story of the ancient town, reminding it of its past. The vicissitudes of history.

On a clear moonlit night, I sat with him on the stone bridge of the small town, facing the warm evening wind, listening to the crackling sound of the paddle stirring the river water in the dark, and the sounds of the people on both sides of the river. The lights came on one after another, creating layers of yellow halo on the river. In the light of the moonlight, we talked about the far-reaching old streets stretching before our eyes, the old people who lived a leisurely and peaceful life, the charming Jiangnan silk and bamboo tunes on the ancient stage, and the shadow puppet stories of old artists. They didn't ask each other where they came from, they just cherished the fate of encountering a foreign country. I personally felt the unique elegance and elegance of the water town, and I was already slightly drunk in the dim lights...

A few days later, I sat in a car for several hours and returned to the hustle and bustle of traffic. He looked as leisurely as if he had gone back to his grandma's house.

Sitting in the romantic atmosphere of the cafe, bathing in the urban afternoon sunshine, my eyes are still in love with the classic blue calico of the town, and the unique fragrance of chrysanthemum tea flows on my lips.

Many nights, the clear lake water accompanied me in my dreams, and my smile seemed to be a graceful ancient story, walking towards me on the street paved with bluestone slabs. 7. Composition of a small town in autumn

I love autumn, autumn is beautiful everywhere. Mountains are still the most beautiful.

Nothing in autumn can compare with mountains. How beautiful are they? Let me tell you in detail:

In the mountains in autumn, there are most trees. Each one is thicker and more powerful than the other, but the leaves have fallen off one after another. At this time, the leaves fly to the city with the wind. Small towns, villages. Use the sound of "rustling" to tell people:

Autumn is here, be careful of the cold weather, and don't forget to add clothes -

Autumn is here, the beans are ripe, take them back quickly Cang -

Autumn is here, the persimmons are yellow, and harvest wine is brewed with them -

Under the tree, the fallen leaves, which did not fly up, were lying there quietly. , warm autumn. The naughty child leaned on it, softly----

In the mountains in autumn, because there are many trees, the air there is particularly cool and fresh. Even if the sun is shining high, there is no unique poison in summer. 8. An essay describing the small town of Maitreya Keyi

Especially the fluffy little rabbit. The book says: Rabbit is your gentle friend.

No, my family has added a new member - the little rabbit. It is so cute that I can't put it down. I named it "Doudou". However, I made a "three-part agreement" with my mother that I would handle everything about Doudou, so I would be in a hurry every day! As soon as school is over every day, I rush home to feed my little rabbit.

I washed the vegetables first, then dried them, and put them in the cage. Watching Doudou eating happily, my heart was as sweet as honey. On weekends, I was even more busy.

When the sun was shining brightly and there was no wind at noon, I took Doudou outdoors to do some activities and bask in the sun. Every time I go out, Doudou is very excited and jumps around me.

But once, I accidentally let Doudou run into the reeds. I finally found it, but Doudou was trapped in it and couldn't get out. No matter what methods my mother and I used, it was still there.