Ten essays describing the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River
Works describing Jiangnan scenery
I was born in Jiangnan water town, with white walls and black tiles, small bridges and flowing water, and Wu Nong's soft language is beautiful!
The water town in spring is a green world.
Spring is like an energetic child. When the weather is a little warmer, the buds on the trees next to the house can't wait to stick their heads out, and the grass tries to get out from under the hard soil. Before the chill disappeared, the ducks jumped into the water one by one and started a water fight. "China! Hey! " Beautiful flowers bloom on the river; In the bamboo forest behind the house, bamboo shoots came out of the ground. They were very surprised to see such a beautiful world. They look left and right, but they can't see. Peach blossoms raise their shy faces, but pear blossoms smile carelessly, even the small flowers on the roadside are swaying in the wind.
The grass is covered with microwaves, and the green waves keep turning, like a sparkling green sea; Willow trees are dancing and swaying in the wind. Partners break a willow branch, weave a wreath between talking and laughing, and dress up as a fairy around their heads! The sun went down, and laughter and frolicking were drowned in the constant urging of mom and dad.
The water town in summer is a fiery and unrestrained world.
The little boy's tanned face was shining with sweat. When he saw the canteen, he rushed over and bought a popsicle and held it up to lick it. Ducks can't stand such enthusiasm, and they keep flapping or swimming in the water or closing their eyes all day; Children also "plop, plop" jump into the water, play, touch a snail and catch a small fish; The pond is full of lotus leaves, and pink buds are hidden among the layers of leaves. Some open gracefully, some bloom shyly, some sway bravely, such as beautiful women who have just taken a bath, and some are like little boys sweating like rain in the sun. Warm sunshine, colorful flowers and lush lotus leaves attract little dragonflies to fly around and linger. I can't help but think of the poem "Xiao He has just emerged, and dragonflies have long stood on his head".
Grandpa always likes to build a melon rack in front of and behind the house, or plant loofah or cucumber. This season's vegetable garden seems to be holding a grand fashion show. Tomatoes wear China red robes, eggplant wears oil purple robes, and green peppers show green lantern skirts ... In the evening, frogs organized a band and turned on their voices. "Quack quack quack quack!" Singing and singing until late at night.
The water town in autumn is a world of peanuts.
"Gold" is covered with branches, and in a few days, "gold" is scattered all over the earth, which is really "golden flowers all over the city"; Hongfeng held out her little hand and clapped hard. The "boat" floats on the river, and the little ants are happily weaving their winter dreams in the "gold" pile.
Grandma's corn is ripe, dressed in armor and corolla, with a belly and full of air. Grandpa's baby has also been harvested, soft and sweet pumpkins, full and round rice ... I am also busy helping my grandparents share the joy of harvest, and I am very happy to see my smiling grandfather and grandmother in heaven!
The water town in winter is a world of pure ice and pure jade.
The flowers withered, the grass withered, and the northwest wind roared. The branches are like drunkards, shaking their heads. "Whoo-hoo", is it a tiger roaring on the cliff?
Cold night, dark night, but brought a piece of white! It's dawn, especially bright outside. White elves, floating between heaven and earth. The ground is white, the trees are white, the roof is white, and the whole world is white. At this time, some friends are invited to have a snowball fight, roll a snowball, play the role of an old man, or print the patterns of their soles on the snow to enjoy the surprises brought by winter.
White walls and black tiles, picturesque scenery, living in such a water town, like a dream, how can I not admire?
Composition 2 describing the scenery of Jiangnan
I dreamed that I entered the south of the Yangtze River and traveled all over the south of the Yangtze River. Who envied Luan as a fairy on board?
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The rain is boundless, the bridge is curved, and there are deep white clouds in the south of the Yangtze River. There is much water in the south of the Yangtze River, which is like gauze fog, dancing with the wind and changing endlessly. Moisturize the scenery of Jiangnan. Every autumn, the fields in the north are cold and dew, the water is thin and the mountains are cold, but the south of the Yangtze River is still like this: "The grass grows and the warbler flies to February." At this time, I would like to be a lotus picker in Jiangnan. Wandering on the surface of "the river is as red as fire at sunrise", the lotus flowers are surrounded by me with a smile. I sit in the stamen like a fairy, with my eyebrows lowered and my eyes raised. The endless green water is shining and the grass is growing. Heaven and earth have faded and there is no hurry to leave. They walked alone by the river, enjoying the sunset where the water meets the sky and the lonely Qi Fei. How can we not be infatuated with the scenery in Jiangnan? Unconsciously, the sunset glow has gone, and far away, a few flickering fishing fires and a few quaint fishing songs float on the water. When you are in the mood, bring a pot of good wine, a flute and two or three friends. What is the pleasure of riding a flat boat, carrying the bright moon, carrying tender sails, following the sparkling fishing fire and listening to the fishing boat serenade?
As the saying goes, there is a water town in the south of the Yangtze River with "laurel seeds in Sanqiu and lotus flowers in ten miles". How many talented people and beautiful women have been bred, and how many life footprints and beautiful legends have been left on the land in the south of the Yangtze River, such as Su Xiaoxiao by Mochou Lake, Broken Bridge by West Cold Bridge, Shenyuan in Shaoxing and Taohuadu on Qinhuai River ... Looking up, there is a rainbow bridge flying by the bridge.
Jiangnan people speak Wunong soft language, which is sincere and sincere, making people sing even more swaying. Jiangnan songs, Jiangnan songs, there are not many lingering words. Huangmei opera is melodious. I love Jiangnan Quyi and represent Suzhou Pingtan. The lyrics are deafening, and the strings are graceful and euphemistic, just like the clear water, the clear and long charm, and the face of the rain bell apricot flower. Why can I describe the intoxicating charm like a poor pen, or quote a poem to answer: "This song should only be in the sky, how many times can the world listen to it?" Wish Buddha wear long sleeves and sing "Sister Lin falls from the sky."
The scenery, people, songs and bits and pieces of Jiangnan have become my dreams. I want to dream of Jiangnan! I don't know if there is fate in this life. In the morning, lotus fragrance, painting a boat and listening to the rain, and traveling all over the south of the Yangtze River have fulfilled my long-cherished wish. If not, I would like to dream Jiangnan and let Jiangnan sleep for a long time.
Composition 3 describing the scenery of Jiangnan
Born in Jiangnan, you can feel the beauty and understand the feelings of Jiangnan.
Unforgettable is the streets and alleys of Jiangnan. When I was a child, I played in the nearby ancient town. I like the winding alleys, stories and people there. The path of the ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River is paved with bluestone slabs. When the dew falls on the slate in the morning, the sound of stepping on it flows into my heart with the splashing water. The road is long, but it is also narrow, surrounded by old houses. The couplets and New Year pictures posted during the Spring Festival are posted on the slightly wet wooden doors, emitting a strange woody smell. The roof is piled with black tiles, and the slightly curved body tells the vicissitudes they have experienced. Listening to my parents, the old house is full of stories, mixed with sadness and joy, staring at the world like a weather-beaten old man. Jiangnan people are comfortable, and the heroism of northerners corresponds to the meticulousness of southerners. The old man sat at the door, watching the children and grandchildren fight, and the woman took the basin to the river to wash clothes. Everything is in harmony. But what makes me daydream more is whether there is really a gentle and jade-like woman embroidering in the boudoir behind the white wall tile. Now that I have grown up, it seems that I can't see such a scenery. The roar of bulldozers knocked down the house that had ended its life, and the fragments of tiles wailed in the ruins. Unforgettable, unforgettable street in Jiangnan.
What is unforgettable is the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, which is a hidden scene in the rain. In the rainy season, it always rains in Mao Mao for several weeks, and then it slowly leaves. I remember the first time I went to the West Lake, it was the end of winter, and the cold had not faded. Halfway through the tour, there was light rain in the sky. Coming with the wind, looking at the West Lake, a feeling of "independence in the drizzle" came to my face. Ancient literati left many famous sentences about rain, which exhausted the trouble of this filament. The beautiful scenery is all in this fog. Gradually, the fog cleared away, and the environment no longer seemed as wet and fresh as before. Unforgettable, unforgettable rain in Jiangnan.
What is unforgettable is the flowers in Jiangnan. There are always all kinds of flowers on the trees beside the small bridge and flowing water, and there are always flowers on the soil of Tianjia. The air in Jiangnan is fragrant, there are many flowers in Jiangnan, and lotus flowers are in the water. The real pink is not suitable for blooming in the bustling place, which is the world of peony, but it is more suitable for this classical town in the south of the Yangtze River. Lotus comes out of the water free from vulgarity, born according to algae, elegant and proud. The lotus in Yaochi attracted lotus-like women, and the women on board and the lotus "wading hibiscus" became a beautiful scenery in the water town. Speaking of flowers on the shore, I prefer jasmine. The pure and plain colors may not be obvious, but the fragrance of flowers lingers in the whole town during the flower season. The fragrance of flowers fills the south of the Yangtze River, and even the water has the aura of flowers. But today's flowers no longer grow freely, but are treated as potted plants and become a foil in reinforced concrete. Unforgettable, unforgettable Jiangnan flowers.
Looking at Jiangnan from afar, I fell in love with this place and never forgot Jiangnan again.
Composition 4 describing the scenery of Jiangnan
Qiandeng is a bright pearl located in the water town of the south of the Yangtze River, which is full of the characteristics of the south of the Yangtze River: small bridges and flowing water, white walls and tiles, antique, giving people endless aesthetic feeling and leaving a deep impression on many Chinese and foreign tourists.
When you step into the Thousand Lights, the first thing you see is a winding and quaint Qingshiban Street. The winding slate street extends from a distance, and the moss on it confirms its vicissitudes of life. Although I am used to the prosperity of the world, I am still willing to listen to people's slow steps. It runs through the thousand lights, like a long dragon winding in the narrow street. Its scale, slate, has been marked by years, but it has an ancient color, and there is a secret and dark ditch under its belly. What's the use of this ditch? Clever ancients used the gap interval of slate street to dig a drainage ditch below, no matter whether it was drizzling or pouring, it was impeccable.
Looking into the distance, an ancient pagoda stands between houses, towering into the sky like a sword obliquely inserted into the sky. What is the name of such a magnificent pagoda? This is the Qinfeng Pagoda, the symbol of Qiandeng Town! This is the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancient people in China.
In front of flowing water, a stone bridge looks unique, which is the style of Jiangnan water town. Walking on the broken beach, I can still see fish playing in the water, the sound of running water ringing in my ears, and the fresh air moistens my heart. There are not too many people coming and going here, there is not too much noise, only the breath of art is spreading, infiltrating and filling. This is the cradle of art and the birthplace of Kunqu opera!
After crossing the small bridge, I came to the ancient stage, and a beautiful piano sound sounded, followed by smooth and delicate singing. A song "What a Jasmine Flower" interprets the characteristics of the water town in the form of Kunqu opera, and Wu Nong's soft language intoxicated everyone present. Dressed in snow, pale pink, without any embellishment, this is the water girl who plays "Du Liniang" on the stage. This is also the characteristic of Kunqu opera: there is no gorgeous rendering, showing the taste of Jiangnan. This makes me have to admire Gu Jian, the founder of Kunqu Opera.
A thousand lights. Are there a thousand lights? Yes, when we walked into the lamps museum, sure enough, after thousands of years of burial, the ancient lamps still lost their luster, including those of the Republic of China, the Tang Dynasty and ancient Egypt ... These lamps have been replaced hundreds of times and are still displayed intact in the showcase. Among them, I am most curious about a lamp supported by four wooden frames. The tour guide said that it was one of the oldest lamps in the same year as Dayu's flood control. This 1000 lamp decoration was bought by Yin Xiaolin and his wife with their lives! Lights-represent light, represent strength, and bless thousands of people!
Walking along Qingshiban Street to Mr. Gu's former residence, I saw eight big characters written on it: Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. This is a famous saying of Mr. Gu before his death. After so many years, his name and famous words will be engraved in the hearts of the world forever. Mr. Gu spent almost all his life on horseback. Walking into his house, it seems that the books in the house have not receded for thousands of years. When I walked to his tombstone, I felt a strong feeling, including regret, sadness, mourning and helplessness. ...
Qiandeng, an ancient historical and cultural city. If you are tired of the bustling and noisy city, you might as well go to this quiet town to feel the charm and breath of ancient culture, and feel the freshness, fragrance and purity brought by the wind.
Composition 5 describing Jiangnan scenery
On Sunday morning, I got out of my warm bed and looked at the gray day outside the window. Thought: It must rain again today. At nine o'clock in the morning, my mother came in and told me that it was snowing. At first, I didn't believe it. I ran out to have a look. It is really raining and snowing outside. Looking at the falling rain and snow, I said excitedly, "It's snowing at last!" " "I stood on the balcony and looked at the snow. The snow fell to the ground with the rain and soon disappeared. How I wish the falling snow could pile up and turn into white snow!
It seems that God understood our children's expectations, and gradually, the sleet turned into heavy snow. Looking around, this white snow is sometimes like catkins floating in the wind in spring, and sometimes like goose feathers flying all over the sky. In a short time, a thick layer of snow accumulated on the edge of the flower bed, on the grass, on the branches, on the roof and on the roof. Our small town in the south of the Yangtze River suddenly turned silver.
In the afternoon, it snowed a little, so I couldn't help playing in the snow. Walking in the snow is like walking on the beach, but when you step on it, there is a chill. I hold a handful of snow, just like holding a pile of white cotton candy. It is so clear that I really want to taste it. Look at the tree again, there is a thick layer of snow on the windward side, and the snow on the branches is like pear flowers.
At this time, a burst of laughter attracted me to the past. It turned out that several children were also playing with snow, and I joined their snow games. Let's have a snowball fight, make a snowman and have a snowball fight. What an interesting time! In this small town in the south of the Yangtze River, it seldom snows so heavily, so we should enjoy the New Year gifts given by nature.
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