In ordinary study, work and life, writing is the most familiar thing for everyone. Writing is a narrative method to express a theme through words. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is a small town story composition that I collected and arranged for reference only. Let's have a look. Small Town Story Composition 1

There is such a city.

The slowly flowing river reflects the cloudless blue sky in Wan Li, setting off the green moss covered with white walls and black tiles; By the ancient eye well, women dressed in plain Naxi costumes are saying that their parents are short of washing clothes and vegetables; Kindly old man sitting on the threshold in sheepskin mandarin jacket, smoking a cigarette leisurely ...

This city is the Dayan ancient city that bears grandpa's memory and lives in my heart!

The winding stone road has been stretching from the Ming and Qing Dynasties to the present. Years passed by the bluestone slab, which was as smooth as a mirror. Across the street along the slate, every household lives near the water, with tiled houses, uneven level, 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 ran from the street to the end of the street, awakening the sleeping old city. Smoke from kitchen chimneys floats leisurely over the old city against the backdrop of the rising sun. Men cook a jar of butter tea beside the fire pond, and women brand some Lijiang Baba, and the day's life begins.

"Drink implies lulu" (Naxi language: buy bean jelly) and "eat rice noodles" (Naxi language: eat rice noodles), and the familiar shouts echoed in the alleys of the old city. In the hut facing the street, the hardworking grandmother put a few square tables in the house, which is a business at home. To say that it is business is actually to provide a place for people who travel far away and provide a little appetite for people who are tired. A hut, a window, a world. "Thinking about the past" (Sifang Street) also started a busy day. Naxi's grandmother came from the field path with a bamboo basket slung over her shoulder, filled with green and white side dishes, earth eggs and exchangeable agricultural products. Pedestrians coming and going, you say a word, I say a word, and their companions say their own things. Ma Potou led the horse through the crowd, and they exchanged the new things they brought along the way for everyone ...

The last afterglow of the sunset gradually faded away with people's joys and sorrows, and Ma Potou packed his bags and led the horse to the next place. The voice of the old man chanting in Dongba brought the excitement of the old street in the daytime to the magical Yulong Snow Mountain, and the city entered a sweet dream country again.

I love listening to grandpa's stories about the old city with his knees on my pillow, and I like listening to the ringing bells of the caravan in the stories, which take me to distant places. "Legend has it that there is a pure land, where an ancient nation lives, and everyone can sing and dance, and they are never lonely ..." Small town story composition 2

The morning sun rises with a few cloudy days. The story of the small town begins again.

Maybe it's only when I grow up that I find that the scenery in the original familiar place has always been beautiful. Grandma has to drink and chat with grandpa every morning. There is no deadline. Maybe she should stop when she finishes talking. However, I think what grandma wants to say every day is actually the same. It is nothing more than saying: Old man, how are you doing? Tell me in dreams if you have no money, or I am doing well. Don't miss it. To tell the truth, sometimes I see my grandmother like this every day, and I keep nagging at a photo that has been 27 years. I think she is a little neurotic and ask her why she does this, but she says: You don't understand! Ask mom and dad and say: you will know one day. But after so many years, I still don't understand.

But today, I seem to have read something from my aunt's story. It happened last week that my uncle passed away. 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 had to do all the hard work. But now that my uncle is gone, everyone is thinking that my aunt's hard life has finally come to an end, but now my aunt Lacrimosa says that she can't live without her uncle every day.

I think this is love, just like grandpa and grandma. It's been 27 years, but grandma misses grandpa every day and never stops. Maybe this kind of love has gradually turned into family affection. Although it's not the same blood in the body, it's better than the same blood! It's also Qingming Festival, so it's no wonder that grandma looks particularly ugly these days. It turns out that her yearning for grandpa has increased again ~ Maybe this is the beautiful scenery of the small town. As a child, I hope that life would be as good as the first time, without parting, only a beautiful encounter. However, this is a fable. Only when the calendar of this day was torn down did I find that this day was recorded in history again. It's time to look back and find out 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 also called "Silver City". Historical records: Baoqing made of iron, Yiyang made of silver and Changsha made of paper. Yiyang, the "Silver City", 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 scenery of alpine residents and canyons is preserved, far away from the hubbub, beautiful and unique, so it is called "the city of mountains, the legacy of tea and horses".

by the mountains and rivers, the city will have spirituality. Huilong is located on the top of a screw in Shandong Province, and on the west is Fengxing Mountain. Surrounded by mountains, it looks like a group of dragons gathered at the edge of Huilong River. It winds its way to the water and looks like a dragon's head from afar, hence its name. Zishan Lake, like a 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 in 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 is beautiful in color and tastes good, and it can regulate glucose metabolism in the body, effectively prevent diabetes, reduce blood lipid and blood pressure, and resist blood coagulation and thrombosis. According to beauty experts, overnight tea can also raise eyelashes. This black tea is really a treasure.

In Yiyang, green tea is the tea that people often drink more. Tea is delicious, but the production of tea is very troublesome. 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. If there is a slight difference, the taste of tea will be 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 in, whether you are familiar with each other or not, at any time, most of you can drink hot ginger, salt, sesame and bean tea, and there are fragrant teas in Anhua and Taojiang. Sweet and salty, fragrant and hot, delicious, a cup of hot tea, a piece of local accent, a leisure, adults casually talking about their careers, studies and family business, children playing together, lively and amiable, has become a custom.

"It looks like a painting and sounds like a song. The realm of life is true, good and beautiful, which is included here." Yiyang has beautiful scenery, delicious food and hospitable people. "There are many stories in a small 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 to come. Yiyang, a small town, is a guest! Small town story composition 4

Past scenes, misty rain, 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 silence; There is no glitz of the city, but there is 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 land in the town records my growing process. The classroom has the sound of my childhood play, echoing my reading sound; The muddy path left me in a hurry; My naughty figure was left 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 worry, just like scattered shells, which are full of memories and 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 that the scenery of the small town is still the same, and that can no longer keep her daughter, the girl waving her wings, she flew, just the ends of the earth, don't forget that there was a touch of green in her memory, that is her hometown, and that someone is always waiting for him, her.

How many days and nights, and how many sleepless nights, I shuttled through the brightly lit night alone, wandering in the tunnel of memory, searching for the lost shadow. However, I couldn't find the harbor where I was moored. The distant town was clearly visible in my mind, and the figure that put me to sleep in the middle of the night occupied my mind. Only then did I realize that I still belonged to the small town.

I once dreamed of packing my bags, traveling alone and wandering around the world. I always dreamed of the days of floating clouds and wild cranes. I always dreamed that the outside world was really wonderful. I always felt that my home bound me and I always wanted an open Yuan Ye. However, when everything was about to become a reality, I chickened out and found that home was still good.

The small town is just a slap in the face, but it carries all my dreams, records my childhood playfulness, fills my childhood innocence, treasures my youthful madness, and may leave behind my vicissitudes of life in the future, which constitutes 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 hometown of my dreams-a small town! Small town story composition 5

If it weren't for the lively crowd, the night market would be full of lights. If Mr. Tao hadn't written my face, although it was only a small part, if there were no modern famous directors to arrange the stories that happened. I think I am still the same as the wild lily in the valley, and my spring is only known to me.

maybe the whole world is attracted by my beauty. Indeed, here, there are many passionate people around me, and many touching legends and stories have happened. 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 a castle in the blue sky. These immortals live very close to the cave. Feet flying in the clouds, you can go back and forth in less than half an hour. Therefore, the nearby immortals came one by one and didn't want to leave, saying that a rock in Yinziyan was very similar to themselves and was a treasure place to summon themselves. Some immortals don't like precious stones, but they only love wine. They often ask the fairy sister who guards the orchard in the sky for fairy fruit to make wine. Some immortals find it troublesome, because the heaven rules are strict. So I would rather brew my own wine. Here are almost full of osmanthus trees. Once the flowers bloom, those immortals who pick up cheap flowers will never miss their osmanthus wine. After the osmanthus is brewed, the good wine will be stored directly in Yinziyan, and the fragrant wine will be drunk when you smell it!

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 fleeing nobleman came to the cave near the rock wall, inadvertently found the treasure here and sent it to the emperor of the imperial court. The emperor also came here with his cronies, and buried his wine here and 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! Therefore, 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. Small town story composition 6

The morning sun rises with a few cloudy days. The story of the small town begins again ......

Maybe when I grow up, I find that the scenery in the familiar place has always been beautiful.

Grandma drinks and chats with Grandpa every morning, and there is no deadline. Maybe she should stop when she finishes talking. However, I think what grandma wants to say every day is actually the same. It is nothing more than saying: Old man, how are you doing? Tell me in dreams if you have no money, or I am doing well. Don't miss it. To tell the truth, sometimes I see my grandmother like this every day, and I keep nagging at a photo that has been 27 years. I think she is a little neurotic and ask her why she does this, but she says: You don't understand! Ask mom and dad and say: you will know one day.

But after so many years, I still don't understand ... But today, I seem to have read something from my aunt's story. It happened last week that my uncle passed away. When my aunt was alive, because she was a child bride, I always looked down on her, so I treated her badly, and I had to do all the hard work. But now my aunt is gone, and everyone is thinking that her hard life has finally come to an end. But now my aunt says every day in Lacrimosa that she can't live without her uncle ...

I think this is love, just like grandpa and grandma, after 27 years.

It's Qingming Festival again. It's no wonder that Grandma looks particularly ugly these days. It turns out that she misses Grandpa more ~

Maybe this is the beautiful scenery of the small town.

As a child, I wish life were just like the first time. There was no parting, only a beautiful meeting. However, this is a fable. Only when the calendar of this day was torn down did I find that this day was recorded in history again.

I should have turned around and found that things have changed ...

Good night, Grandma! Good night, my quiet and sunny town. Small Town Story Composition 7

My hometown is a remote and quiet town. I have spent sixteen years here.

When the sunset glows in the sky, the night will come to the small town. The small town is a city surrounded by mountains, so every evening, you will see beautiful light shining behind the mountains, either red or yellow, or 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 small town. The French phoenix trees beside the street are decorated with fire trees and silver flowers, which make the quiet night in 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 small town after a night's sleep. You may think that this is the quietest moment in this small town. However, busy figures can be seen everywhere in the streets at this moment: street cleaners, office workers with flying steps, and students carrying schoolbags, all of whom have started busy and fulfilling lives at this moment. The morning sun rises behind them in Ran Ran, and pigeons pass over their heads. A beautiful day has begun again.

On a sunny afternoon, dense street trees provide a shade. A soft breeze blew and bright flowers shook on the branches.