Jiangnan excellent composition
Excellent composition in Jiangnan 1 With the drizzle in winter, my parents and I came to Dangkou ancient town to play.
As soon as I arrived in front of the ancient town, two golden characters "Dangkou" came into view, and the antique gatehouse immediately made me feel a solemn and elegant atmosphere of the ancient town.
Walking on the ancient bluestone road, listening to the sound of water dripping from the black tile eaves on both sides, and feeling the coolness of the drizzle floating from the face, the ancient town of Dangkou in the rain is really poetic. We walked along Qingshi Road, stepped onto a small bridge, stood on the bridge and looked out. The winding river is endless, and classical small buildings stand quietly on both sides of the river. The mottled walls show traces of time, exactly like the Jiangnan water town I remembered when I was a child. This small bridge, flowing water and people must have evoked many childhood memories!
Along the rows of brick houses, more and more strong Jiangnan breath came to my face, stirring the nerves of my memory. Listen, the sound of running water is a song of my childhood; Look, this ancient stone road is my childhood memory. Black tiles and white walls are my favorite color; Green water bridge is my deepest miss. My mother couldn't help sighing: "Alas, this small bridge is really beautiful, but it's a pity that there is not much scenery now. When we were young ... "My parents' memories of childhood came from time to time. I listened, but I was so eager to go back to my parents' childhood and relive their carefree and innocent happiness at that time.
It's getting late. Look back at Dangkou ancient town in the misty rain when you leave. It wears a mysterious and ancient veil and still stands there quietly. After hundreds of years of wind and frost, its development has precipitated a rich culture, and its history has also witnessed the dreams of several generations. Reluctantly, I embarked on the journey home. One day, I will return to my dream hometown.
Today, I climbed the Great Wall of Jiangnan with my father, mother and aunt.
The Great Wall of Jiangnan is located at the seaside, with a total length of more than 6,000 meters and an existing length of more than 5,000 meters. We took some photos at the Range Rover Gate in the east, and then set off from the Range Rover Gate. I only climbed a few steps and was exhausted. The more I climb, the more tired I get. Suddenly I saw the first tower, but there was still a distance from it!
When I climbed to the first tower-"Gujinglou", I sat down to eat something to replenish my strength. I thought I had arrived, but this idea made me find a problem: the Great Wall is not that short. Then, dad said, "comrades, keep moving!" " "This proves that my idea is wrong, so we have to continue to climb up.
There is a Fujian base between Gujinglou and Baiyunlou.
Crawling, we came to the second tower-"Baiyun Tower". There, I saw a statue of an ancient hero. His name is Qi Jiguang. He looks terrible! Many people are taking photos with him!
Then, we came to the third tower-"Beigumen". This tower is double-decked, where there is a cannon. How big it is! Some people are still sitting on it to rest!
It took us an afternoon to climb halfway! Half of the Great Wall is the City God Temple. At that time, I couldn't hold on any longer.
We took a path.
I can't climb the Great Wall in the south of the Yangtze River. How to climb the Great Wall in Wan Li, Beijing?
Italy has the famous water city Venice, and China and Jiangsu also have the water town Zhouzhuang called "Venice of China" by tourists.
One day in summer, my uncle and I went to Zhouzhuang to play and walked into Zhouzhuang, as if we were in a water world. The village is surrounded by water and there is only one piece of land. I have enjoyed the magnificent sea and mirror-level Xuanwu Lake, but I have never seen water like Zhouzhuang. The water in Zhouzhuang is so quiet that people can't feel its flow. The water in Zhouzhuang is really green. Green is like a flawless jade. I can't help thinking, "Spring River is blue, how can we not remember Jiangnan?"
Under the scorching sun, tourists hide under the big tree to enjoy the cool, and the breeze keeps kissing people's faces, which makes people feel cool and comfortable. When I got off the boat, I got into the shade and watched the small bridge flowing. The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River has a panoramic view, which makes people exclaim from the bottom of their hearts that "there is heaven above and Zhouzhuang below".
At night, the moon rises gradually. Moonlight falls on the century-old town, making Zhouzhuang more ancient and mysterious.
Magnolia blooms shyly, revealing a fragrance in the spring breeze, filled with the sweet and romantic atmosphere of spring.
A big magnolia tree makes the sky clear. Magnolia, as its name implies, is like a warm and transparent white jade dotted on the treetops, with thousands of pure and clean flowers. The breeze seems to have a faint fragrance like blue. It's really spring.
Magnolia is a deciduous tree with a height of 25 meters and a diameter of 200 cm. Although the tree is small, it is full of flowers and looks flawless and enchanting from a distance. Therefore, white flowers from different places have open leaves, top branches, bell-shaped branches and tracts when they bloom, with a diameter of10-16 cm; 9 petals, occasionally 12- 15, or even more than 30 petals, obovate, jade white, sometimes reddish at the base; Filaments are purplish red; The gynoecium is light green and hairless. The pollen grains are rectangular, like a boat with leaves, and olive in equatorial view, with a size of 46.6*20 (micron). With a single groove, symmetrical left and right; There are fuzzy fine mesh carvings on the surface of the outer wall, which are small but not obvious, and the ridges are fuzzy. In February, the east wind blows and the night is cold, and the flower heart wakes up in the branches.
There is a little poem that says it well:
Ling Bo spits dust, and Xia Bo is frivolous around the jade stem.
The new makeup of plain sleeves leaves a purple stranger, and cicada feathers are in the Temple of Heaven.
There are still Fang Qiong trees every year, accompanying you from Penglai.
Magnolia grandiflora is a precious ornamental flower in China and a city flower in Shanghai. Moreover, he smells of flowers and is deeply loved by people.
Get up this morning, the rain has been falling silently. I grew up in the mild and warm sunshine in the south of the Yangtze River, so I am afraid of the cold in winter. Especially the rain in winter, even in the south of the Yangtze River, is cold.
After being dry for half a winter, I thought that the sky could always be bright, that the sky in the south of the Yangtze River would never cry, and that there was still half an autumn before it rained, so I resigned my sadness. I don't know what to expect, but I can't escape after all.
Childish, face sank, tears streamed away, accompanied by whining.
There should be no rain in Jiangnan at the end of winter, because when it rains, it is cold, lazy, cold in color, sad and crying.
The sky in Jiangnan is no longer blue, Jiangnan is no longer what it was in the 1980 s and 1990 s, there are no more oil-paper umbrellas and no more heartbroken bridges. It's raining hard, rustling, rustling ... mumbling, like a distant blues.
Rain in the south of the Yangtze River, pattering, pattering, splashed on the high-rise building of steel bars, splashed on the asphalt pier of cement, splashed on the windshield of the car in a hurry. Frozen, cold, cold, wiped clean.
What role did the rain in the south of the Yangtze River play in the prosperous Ma Rulong? Is that a happy couple? Or a disgruntled woman with a sad face?
The rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the banana indus that once sang and laughed, where can we find the fragrant grass and red flowers now?
The rain in Jiangnan, the language in Jiangnan, we can't hear, we can't hear. ...
Jiangnan Excellent Composition 6 Rain breaks Jiangnan, who said that? In the middle of the night, I was exiled in the ethereal music. Music flows slowly, time passes, the season is prosperous, and I am entrusted with the strings. Tonight, the flowers are buried, the courtyard is deep, empty and sparse, and a little moonlight is broken. You can dance in the world of mortals and play an old song. You cried until the end, and the pear tree lintel added flowers, floating faint lines, with its shadow in the swaying candlelight. At the end of the world, tears are a kind of beauty, petals turn into dust, reincarnation is the vicissitudes of the world, and the outline becomes beautiful while waiting. On the banks of Luoyang River, pluck the strings. In those deep ink paintings, twilight is like a pool of water to wash pens, candlelight reflects violets, and Sanskrit sounds around the book case.
At dusk, I cut candles at the west window, watch and dance solo. In the faint after-action, the world of mortals is rolling, everything starts from karma, and red candles are swaying. I've been drunk for three thousand years. The curtain shines through the moon and the ancient mirror dust. You turn around and recall the mottled dust, the falling stars and the nostalgia for the splendid years. The misty rain in the gallery has blocked the hesitation of generations. Close at hand, fingertips slipped off the ring. Rain breaks Jiangnan, dancing and flowers fall. Half a bridge and half a snow, can the waiting of missing be reunited in the broken bridge and the residual snow? Dream back to Jiangnan, cut out the elegant ghosts of misty rain in Jiangnan, fantasize about misty rain, and draw a clear blue.
My hometown is Chongqing, a beautiful mountain city, and I live in four kilometers. With the development of economic reform, there are more cars, and there are often traffic jams when entering the city. When the weather is hot, people will sweat and complain more. This time, the government was alarmed, and soon the people announced the construction of a bridge called Jiangnan overpass. The workers immediately started work, and with the support of all the citizens, this magnificent Jiangnan overpass rose from the ground. The overpass spans east, west, north and south, extending in all directions. The whole overpass is like a big maze. The overpass has four exits: the first exit is connected with the Inner Ring Expressway, the second exit is connected with Nanping, the third exit is connected with Lijiatuo, and the fourth exit is connected with Egongyan Bridge. Looking up, the overpass is like a long ribbon, and a stream of cars are flying under the bridge. At night, the lights of the overpass flash like colorful lights. Beauty is a beautiful landscape in the mountain city at night-whenever I pass by by car, I enjoy the convenience brought by traffic. Hi-tech is really good! From now on, I will study hard and become an engineer when I grow up, making contributions to the grand development of China.
I walked through the south of the Yangtze River, and the appearance in the season was like the opening and falling of lotus flowers. -inscription
In the misty rain, faint bells came from the distant Zen temple, rippling in the world of Jiangnan.
The catkins in March quietly flew over the bridge and landed gently in the running water, rippling around.
In the air of the old house, a few wisps of smoke rose slowly and dispersed in the drizzle.
Where does the ancient Qingshi Road lead in the long rainy lane? The moist smell of moss blends with the fresh air and floats in the air. Parthenocissus tricuspidata pasted on the ancient wall adds vitality and poetry to this foggy and rainy south of the Yangtze River.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing on the covered bridge is like Qingshi Street facing dusk. The sound is silent. The green curtain in March has not been lifted, and my heart is like a small sash.
Look back, look up. I took a drop of rain bead and watched it disappear in the wind, instantly adding a smile.
Time flies, in the world of Jiangnan, nothing more than a slightly swaying pink lotus, flowing water slowly dying eastward, and a long flute sound, nothing more than all this affectionate Jiangnan. Walking in the south of the Yangtze River, slow down, you can feel that time seems to have solidified. ...
The sun went down. In the rustling spring breeze, white walls and black tiles, an old dog barked at the fiery red horizon, and an old man squinted at the sunset and fell asleep quietly.
The rain stopped long ago, and a swan flew over the horizon, leaving a dark yellow shadow.
The grass is green. After the rain, the air is mixed with the fragrance of earth, which is transmitted in the breeze. A ray of setting sun shines in the room through the casement, which is extremely warm and adds a bright light.
"Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers".
"Life is like a dream, a bottle returns to the moon."
The aesthetic conception of poetry is undoubtedly revealed in the flowing water of the small bridge in the south of the Yangtze River. The quiet lights are like dreams, and the beauty is striking.
My horseshoe is a beautiful mistake. I'm not human. He is a passer-by
The sky is blue, reflecting the quiet south of the Yangtze River. It's also cyan.
Everything is so clear, so light, so natural and so beautiful. Soft lines outline the "town" in the rain. Leaning against dangerous buildings, listening to the wind and rain alone. The rain hits the banana and pulls the screen window, and the south window penetrates the Pearl Lake, with a little fragrance. Look at the red and wet place, colorful, Yu Di flying in the dark, the pavilion is clear with color, leading the ancient road. Everything in the ink is so beautiful.
Green Liuxia, shiny green slate flows into the distance, and I can't tell whether it is the sky or the road. I'm curious, but I'm afraid I'll get out of this splash-ink painting that reflects this road. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I boarded the stone arch bridge that was pulled into a whole circle by Jiangnan, breathing the peace of the water, lest the misty rain disperse. Life is very helpless-always get it in a hurry and lose it in a hurry
Jiangnan, with its delicate sadness, can't stand it, so it's better to look at it more indifferently. I don't want anything, I just hope it will never end, so that my interest can always be there. If you never had it, how could you lose it? The better, the better. It's even more regrettable to lose it.
Jiangnan is picturesque, so graceful. The misty rain cleared away, and the wet safflower was so pleasant that I couldn't help putting away my umbrella and pursuing the way when I came, but I couldn't find it. I suddenly realized that I should go, but I can't stay after all.
Several blue and white flowers were embroidered in the sky, and Cui Yu was polished. Outside the fence, among the plantains, the monotonous ticking stopped on the moss on the roadside. Little did I know that I hurried into another heaven.
Jiangnan Excellent Composition 10 Jiangnan Tianchi is one of the most famous scenic spots in Anji and even Zhejiang. She is located in the upper reservoir of Kaihuangping Pumped Storage Power Station on the eastern edge of Tianmu Mountain, ranking first in Asia and second in the world. At the top of the mountain at an altitude of 1900 meters, from the air, it looks like a huge spaceship moored in the vast bamboo sea with rippling blue waves, so it is called "Tianchi".
We set out from Tianhuangping, walked around the mountain by road, and took a bus for more than an hour to the top of the mountain. Our destination is not the upper reservoir of the pumped storage power station, but the open-air ski resort next to it. Ski resorts are particularly crowded, with two or three thousand people. Seen from a height, there seem to be colorful ants on the white carpet. I was worried that the tickets would be sold out, so I quickened my pace. When we arrived at the ski resort, people were everywhere, vying to buy tickets and rent equipment. After waiting for an hour, I started skiing after being "fully armed", but so many people even had difficulty walking, let alone skiing. I found a road with few people, with my legs together, leaning forward, holding a snow pole and struggling to hold it. "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" I fly in the air. I thought I would fall into the air, but I didn't expect that I slipped down the slope of 100 meters and didn't hit anyone. Once again, I rushed over. I was unlucky this time and knocked down two people at once. Never mind, brush off the snow and continue to slide. This kind of near-miss stimulation can only be realized here. Tired of sliding, I stood in the gentle snow and watched others wrestle. It was really varied, some fell sideways, some collided with others, and some were about to collide, so I quickly threw away the sled and sat down in the snow.
I didn't stop playing until after four o'clock, and my legs and feet were weak.
Excellent composition in Jiangnan 1 1 "Xiao He just showed his sharp corner, and a dragonfly had already stood on his head". It's just a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, a paradise-like place.
In the morning, the breeze is blowing gently and the flowers are overflowing. The wind is like a kind mother, stroking a lotus girl with a green umbrella, and small fish and shrimp are playing around. The sun rises from the water and pierces the lotus pond like a sharp arrow. The water without lotus flowers is shining with golden light, which makes people feel warm and comfortable.
The sun rises higher and higher, the children in the water town come out to play, the boys catch fish and shrimp, and the girls pick lotus flowers. Others are swimming in the swimming pool, making a scene. The arrival of the children added a finishing touch to the silent lotus pond. Tired of playing, boys grilled fish and boiled shrimp, all of which were eaten with relish. Lotus leaves and lotus flowers worn by girls cover the sky for them, like handfuls of umbrellas; Others stand on the buffalo at home, and a golden rooster is independent, which will make them prestige.
In the afternoon, the children returned home with full loads, and plumes of smoke rose from the tile-roofed chimney in the water town, thinking of a red oil painting, and the blue sky was dyed red by the sun. Lotus leaves and pool water are dyed red, which is a beautiful scenery that no painter can describe. This is a charming afternoon in the water town.
In the evening, the children slept, and so did the lotus leaf. Everything is quiet. The wind blows the creeper on the wall, making green waves and rustling sounds. Coupled with cicada singing, I thought of a symphony, which is really the sound of nature. Looking back on everything in this Jiangnan water town, you have to sigh: "This is really a paradise!"
12 Life in Jiangnan is colorful during the long holiday. Our family made a trip in Wuzhen.
In the morning, we came to Dongzha, a paradise for tourists. Uncle Ship shook his paddle, which made the ship stagger. When the last mist disappeared over the dock, a cool autumn wind blew, which made people very comfortable. Grandpa Dashu rubbed some hot air for us on both sides, as if welcoming us. The clouds in the sky smiled at us, and the fish in the water exchanged eyes with me, as if to say to me, "The world in the water is really cool. We can come underwater without being angry with my grandfather. We are all friends." It makes me look like a fish. They are all my bosom friends. My feet became tails, my body became fish, and my hands became fins.
After enjoying the beautiful scenery in the water, we came to the shore. Somehow, Grandfather Sun was furious with us. He shines on us with a hundredfold strength, so presumptuous, but there is no way but to let it run amok. A group of us came to the God of Wealth Bay. I threw a silver coin and prayed like Grandpa God of Wealth, hoping that he would make me rich. Suddenly, the wind blew hard and a thunderstorm came. "Boom, boom" is like Grandpa Lei playing drums in the sky, and it is like hundreds of mountain tigers calling from the hills. We hid in a guest house and thunderstorms came at us one after another. Fortunately, the hotel blocked the storm, otherwise we would have.
A rainbow appeared on the horizon after the rain. Such a beautiful scene seems to be in paradise on earth, but it can be seen in Wuzhen. I hope to come again next time.
Excellent composition in Jiangnan 13 the wind and rain in Jiangnan are like silk, the spring rain is like a dime a dozen, the beauty walks in the rain, the misty rain is like a silk maple pavilion, and the style is willing to blow and rain, saving the hometown and blowing snow.
The rain hit me, making me feel soft, and the wind kept singing at night. Into a pool of spring water, the night is full of things, without making faint traces of amorous feelings. Jiangnan feng shui never changes, always looking at Chun Yan. The raindrops in the south of the Yangtze River never stop and break.
I don't know whether my heart splashed into the pool or fell into the water. It's a caged bird, turning into feng shui and remembering hometown more.
As for the distance, I study hard, insist on taking classes and never stop. Just like Jiang Nanyu, I never stop, and there is nowhere to run in the long Ran Ran. I can only drift to the spring breeze. The four seasons in the south of the Yangtze River are like spring, flying into flowers and rubbing against other places. I want to make dust and flowers fly all over the sky. The south wind of the Yangtze River blows for another season, and the wind is full of residual clouds and floats at night. Can be used as flying flowers and dust, poetry in the ancient pavilion. When the trees are full of flying flowers, I will leave the land, fly to Shuaijian, put my head on it, turn into spring breeze, add color to the south of the Yangtze River, just for the smoke in half the city, sink and fly into Yaochi.
I don't know flying flowers and rotten vines, and the river bank is full of sea. I went to the spring rain like a mud painting, flew to Anthony Tsang and laughed all over the shore, like a dream, flew into a place full of fireworks, flying branches at night, so that the flowers in Huang Ting were overdrawn and spilled in the water, and two groups of people hurried by. Swallows from the mainland flew south and stepped into the depths of Huang Ting. Make an in-station flight in and out of Jingning.
Where are the flying flowers in Jiangnan? Jiangnan whispers wind flowers ~
Jiangnan Excellent Composition 14 Rows of white tile and gray walls are neatly arranged on both sides of the waterway. Arch bridges of different shapes straddle the rippling water. The water surface reflects the shadow of the bridge, and the bottom of the bridge reflects the water waves. Waterways and streets are irregularly interspersed in simple and elegant houses.
At the water's edge, you can see a girl as delicate as water and as pure as water. They inherited the softness of water and had a heart as clear as water. On the green water, a boat slowly crossed, and the strong boatman was holding a long pole, and ripples rippled behind the boat.
The waterways in the south of the Yangtze River are like a net, extending in all directions and leading to distant history. After years of ups and downs, the running water has washed away the traces of the years and maintained the appearance of many years ago.
In this era of rapid development, many villages have disappeared and replaced by high-rise buildings. Jiangnan water town has retained its comfort and customs, and has not been submerged by the tide of the times. There are no cars coming and going here, but boats. Although not so fast, but stroking the soft river on the boat, that kind of artistic conception is not felt by sitting in an iron box. The artistic conception abandoned by the times can be completely recovered in Jiangnan water town.
Perhaps the water town in the south of the Yangtze River is like a piece of jade, without the strong physique in the north, which needs careful care. Maybe it can't stand a heavy blow, and it will fall apart with a light touch. However, no matter how sharp the blade is, no matter how powerful it is, it can't cause permanent damage to the water supply. Over time, the water will eventually restore the appearance of the original rice. Water may be powerless, but even an insurmountable obstacle, as long as the water turns a corner, no one can stop it.
It is water that weaves the Jiangnan water town, guarding it and guiding it, weaving one beautiful story after another in the Jiangnan water town.
Jiangnan Excellent Composition 15 "Thousands of trees bloom in the easterly night and stars fall like rain" is a brightly lit Jiangnan.
"Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water" is the depressed south of the Yangtze River.
Maybe it's better than I thought. It just added its own name.
Being here, I'm no stranger to it, maybe I'm just familiar with it and haven't read it carefully. "The deep autumn rain is a thousand curtains, and the sunset tower is a flute wind." It's foggy and rainy here, so I may come here often in spring. The West Lake is tender as water, and people's courtesy is like a dream, and people stay with it for a long time. Not as good as "the river that never returns, the waves have gone!" But it is still comparable to streams and lakes. If you quietly kill this intoxicating residue here, you might as well break the bridge. Although there is no poetry of Can Xue and no enthusiasm of Jiao Yang, it may just be the moist feeling of drizzle hanging on my forehead.
Water may be the master of Jiangnan. When a mountain turns over, it is water, and water bypasses mountains, rivers, mountains and jade bone. Lingge accompanied by erhu on the bridge may be quiet, desolate, melancholy or longing. Many thoughts spread out in the palm of your hand, and the boat in your heart glides across Qian Shan with the wind. The drizzle is hazy, walking on the bluestone road with an oil-paper umbrella in hand and walking through the deep alley. Splash of water flew on it, making hair unkempt. Several children ran across the oily stone road, giving out a burst of light smiles, decorating the road with flowers, and the breath in the deep alley was thick on the branches, so that pedestrians who wore branches and blew willows could walk among the flowers and smell the breath of birds. The quaint towering mountains stand there, standing upright in the wind, and there is almost a transpiration beauty in the rain, floating in the whole sky. The black Wu Peng boat rippled in the water, enjoying the smoke-filled town color.