Year: Song Author: Lu You

The autumn nights in Chengdu are long and the lanterns are empty.

Magpies are flying in the white sky, and the dew on the grass is wet and cold.

The scholar in the class is studying, and it hurts to sleep.

Sigh at the beginning of the trip, and the green hair turns into autumn frost overnight.

The sun and the moon in the Central Plains use the solar calendar, and the old toast in Youzhou writes Huang Zhe.

Ronghe Wenluodi can be a long-term hometown.

A hundred gold shirts are carved with storks, and the three-foot blade is frosty and snowy.

Once out of the fortress, try it and you will find Baoji in Chang 'an.

Leading swords and singing songs are also strong.

I want you to hold the cup in your hand.

Qiu Hong's team crossed the river, and the sound of dusk and rain came.

Don't hate God for not having old eyes. Look at the bones with moss.

Middle-aged people feel the speed of light and can see Mei in the western suburbs.

In February, Ren Yin ordered the county magistrate to go to the county and reduced the prison for 13 days.

Year: Song Author: Su Shi

Taiping Palace stayed in Nanxi Xitang, then merged with Nanshan, went west to Louguan Daqin Temple, and extended its life to visit Xianyou Lake. 19, aa 1 was listed as a 500-word poem to commemorate those who had experienced it and sent their children to suffer from floods and droughts in distant places. The king ordered the release of prisoners.

Pass on the imperial edict from county to county, and win the tour with the mountain.

When the depression first appeared, it was a relief.

At dusk, I came to a lonely town and boarded the memory of Wuhou.

Standing on the cliff, overlooking the rushing water.

In the middle of the night, people are anxious and angry.

The sky is far away, and the wind cannot be collected.

When I entered Chencang County, I still sold restaurants.

Bituminous coal is a mess, but officials are still breathing.

(13, I lived in wucheng town, the so-called Shibi Village built by Yun.

It's a night drum and a Baoji fire, three miles apart, but in Wucheng.

) The chicken ridge is dark and ancient, and the Dragon Palace is secluded.

(The county has Jizu Peak and Longgong Temple.

) Nanshan is scattered, and I'm going back to my state.

If you want to go to a safe place, stay less.

Go back to Xifu Road, but don't cross Xiaohezhou.

I heard that there is still Weishuitou.

Although there are traces on the pale cliff, there is no hook in the big fishing.

(14th, from Baoji to Guo.

It is said that Taigong Panxi Stone is located in the southeast of the county 18, and there is still a place to throw poles and kneel for bait.

) I have been to Nanwu in the east, and the lonely city is like Liu Han.

Who said that Dong was retaliated by Wu Fu?

White blades are elbows, and gold is like hills.

(From 15th to 19th, there was Dong Zhuocheng in the county, whose city was Chang 'an, commonly known as Xiao 'an.

) I've heard of Taibai all my life, and I've seen him waiting in line.

Who can try the drum horn, but Lei Fengguo can't.

The cliffs are amazing, and the ice and snow are more abundant.

There is no wheat in spring drought, and the mountain gods are happy.

A lazy dragon sleeps, a bottle thief.

It's evening. I've been in Qingqiu Town since I was born.

Passing through Taibai Mountain, it is said that the army sounded trumpets on the mountain, causing thunderstorms.

There is a spirit on the mountain. Because of the drought this year, we can discuss taking it.

) Second, Song Lin is in its heyday, with weather in Sanchuan.

Wheat is early near the mountain, bamboo is repaired in the water.

(16 to 16, because it is close to the mountainous area, the weather is very early.

There is an official bamboo garden in the county, which stretches for more than ten miles and is endless.

) At the command of the first emperor, the crown was painted in the palace.

The courtiers were brave and good at fighting, and the women gladly praised them.

The secret hall opens the golden lock, and the man of God controls the jade.

Black is holding a huge sword, and his eyes are twisted.

(17, cold food.

I walked more than 20 miles from the southeast to worship the second saint of Taiping Palace.

This palace was built by Emperor Taizong when God came to Taoist Zhang Shouzhen and asked him to accept orders.

God sealed a temple for General Yi Sheng.

If you meet a good man, you will get a colorful boat.

The green one throws a pole and cleans the ditch in disorder.

Spend the night in Nanxi, and the forest is like autumn.

There are green plants by the lake, which ring all night.

(I went boating in Nanxi with Zhang Gao of the prison palace and stayed in Xitang.

It's dawn, I'm poor and quiet, and I'm afraid of being a tiger.

(back to the eighteenth, follow the end of the south and west, the county commandant saw a pawn to send it.

Or there are tigers near Guanzhuyuan.

) Yin Sheng still has a house, and the old man stopped.

When you ask about the trail, you can remember the past.

Take the wind and sweat, and see the world like a fly.

The feather guest knows people's intentions, and the lyre is Ma Qiu.

I'm too lazy to go to the mountain temple to be a Luming Literature.

Now there are rumors that Li He is imitating Gui.

The breeze is rolling, and the setting sun is sad.

Into the valley (sound bath.

) the police secret, climbing fee arm in arm.

The peaks are like water, and the water is as light as oil.

Ambassador China has arrived, and the golden dragon has been cast since ancient times.

A thousand stones cross the horizon, and a hundred feet look at aa2.

I like the sound of springs and caves, and the first taste of snow enters my throat.

Although a full bottle will cause trouble, there is no reason to wash your ears.

(It's Japan's view of worshipping saints, and it's also popular with the so-called architectural view. It's a shady old house with a lecture platform at the foot of the mountain.

So Zhang Gao and I went to Daqin Temple to eat fleas and left.

Zhao Zongyou, a Taoist priest in Taiping Palace, sent Qin to the temple as a quotation from Luming Literature.

West to the concept of prolonging life, up the mountain after the view, there are relics of Princess Tang becoming a monk.

Down the mountain to the west for more than ten miles, south into the Heishui Valley, where there is the famous Xianyou Lake.

There are three temples on the pool, leaning against steep peaks, with clear streams, dark green trees and countless strange rocks.

The pool is hundreds of feet long and has ropes, but it can't reach the bottom. Throw it with gravel, the food is invisible, so it is very clear.

I live in Zhongxing Temple, where there is a jade girl cave with a flying spring, which is very sweet. Tomorrow I will bring two bottles of spring water back to Yan, and tomorrow I will go to the yamen.

) It suddenly occurred to me to find a frog for training. Dong Fang took off his deer and fur.

Mountains and rivers are very similar, and water and stones are comparable.

Only drink to the fountain, no one pays the bill.

Yesterday, I traveled to frog skin with Ziyou. The temperature in the cave was as warm as that in February and March.

)

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Year: Song Author: He Zhu

Zhou Lang's brothers are all human beings, and they are priceless in the outside world.

Honor the wine to welcome Liang and Song, and join hands with Maidu Xianqin.

Late at night on Baoji Road, Liu Chun, Bian Mei, Jinyanjiang.

You must miss me in your spare time. Your blue hair is tired of the dust in Beijing.

Baoji's autumn narrative composition is 900 words.

My hometown is Baoji, and autumn in Baoji is a season of fragrant fruits and flowers.

One day on National Day, I went to my grandmother's house. I walked on the road and passed a maple forest. The leaves on the maple tree are red, like red clouds falling from the horizon.

I looked up and saw that the maple leaf was like an open palm with clear lines.

After the autumn wind, the leaves fall in succession. I carefully selected a fallen leaf I like and prepared to put it in the book as a bookmark.

Later, I passed a birch forest. The green birch trees have all changed into golden pajamas. The sun is soft and the west wind is in a hurry.

When I came to grandma's field, I saw thick and tall corn cobs, huge rows of corn cobs, like soldiers. I broke the corn cob, revealing rows of neat golden corn kernels, each of which was so full and really lovable.

After two days, my parents and I took time to barbecue, play with water, climb the mountain and look around. Chrysanthemums on the hillside bloom in different shapes and colors, and some are as pink as the morning sun; Some are as white as clouds; Some are as slim and graceful as beautiful girls; Some are in bud ... how beautiful these chrysanthemums are! The former castle peak turned into a greenish yellow. I came to a tree and looked up. The tree was still bearing fruit the size of my fist.

The air in the mountains is filled with rich flowers.

We went to the river for a barbecue and watched small fish swim in the river.

The clear river was a little cold, but I couldn't resist the temptation and went down to play in it.

Just as we were having fun, it suddenly began to rain. The sun shone in the sky and it was still raining. Very interesting. After the rain, every leaf was covered with crystal drops. It was already evening when we left, and the sunset glow sprinkled on the golden leaves, shining like gold.

Ah! Autumn in Baoji is really beautiful! I love Baoji, and I love Baoji's bumper harvest, charming and happy autumn!

Beautiful Baoji or Baoji famous scenery composition 150 to 300 words.

Beautiful Baoji friend, I wonder if you found it? Baoji, where we live, has changed rapidly in recent years. The streets are full of colorful lights. At night, the streets are brightly lit and the buildings are colorful. The bridge floats like a ribbon on the Weihe River.

The reflections of lights, lakes and flowing water, like woven tourists, seem to wander in heaven.

In all kinds of new big squares, there is an ocean of lights.

Look at the colorful lanterns on both sides of the small arch bridge. Every night, the bridge becomes more and more colorful. The gurgling sound of running water under the bridge and the laughter of people on the bridge converge into a sea of joy.

This is the great role that electricity plays.

In the past, when there was no electricity or insufficient electricity, many families relied on kerosene lamps or candles for lighting.

It is inconvenient for people to go out at night. There are almost no street lights in the streets and alleys, and it is even dark, not to mention nightlife.

Since we have electricity, we have light and a colorful world, which shows how important electricity is to us, so we should cherish and save electricity.

"A small step to turn off the power conveniently, a big step to save electricity".

Now the country is in the stage of rapid development, and many large projects need huge power resources to build.

For a better future and a more beautiful home for our motherland.

Let's start from a young age, from now on, don't waste electricity, save every kilowatt hour and take good care of power resources. Our motherland will be more prosperous and our Baoji will be more charming!

Composition of Baoji in Winter

Autumn, no matter where, is always good; However, the autumn in Baoji is particularly early, particularly fierce and particularly sad.

I am not far away, I want to catch up with Xi 'an from Shangluo, and I want to catch up with Baoji from Xi 'an, but I just want to taste this "autumn", the taste of autumn in Baoji.

Luonan, of course, has autumn, but the vegetation withers slowly and the air is humid. Located in Qinling Mountains, the sky is grey, and it often rains and blows. In recent years, being sandwiched between Luonan and Xi 'an, or between Xi 'an and Baoji, I only feel a little coolness and autumn.

Autumn colors, autumn artistic conception and autumn posture can never be satisfied, tasted and enjoyed.

Autumn is not a famous flower, nor is it wine. That kind of half-drunk state is just right in the process of enjoying autumn.

The autumn in Baoji is different this year.

According to Baoji's classmates, such autumn has passed for nearly many years.

Every autumn in Luonan, I always think of the pine trees on the top of the hill, the tourists in Cang Xie Garden, the willow shadows by the river in the county, the walnut trees in the backyard and the bells in Huayang.

In the last three years in Baoji, even if I don't go out, I just wander around the campus, get up in the morning, have breakfast, or go out to play basketball at noon. Looking into the distance, you can see the high green sky and hear the traffic outside the school.

Walking on the edge of the playground, counting a ray of sunshine leaking from the cracks in the trees to the west, or looking at the peak opposite Guojia Cliff, you can naturally feel the breath of autumn.

But what is special about Baoji this autumn is that there is too much rain. At the beginning of September, the autumn rain began to flow continuously. I didn't care at first, but it rained for two days when the freshmen came, but it was not big. Compared with the scorching sun when I came to report for duty, these children are really much luckier. After all, it's really annoying to sweat with big bags and small bags.

When they started military training, God took special care of these childish children. There was not a day of vicious sunshine, and it rained heavily for more than a week, so that when they were training on campus with umbrellas, I felt it was a different kind of beauty, just like watching people between the long and lonely rain lanes in the south of the Yangtze River, but people were secular animals after all. When the rain never stopped, we began to hate this ghost weather. The gods seem to be against us. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather was particularly sunny, and people's mood was relieved after the heavy rain. In addition, during the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Reunion Festival, how people enjoy such days! But just one day later, the heavy rain began to pour down again, which made people speechless and helpless. Recently, people always complain about this strange weather. This continuous rain obviously makes Baoji people on the Weihe Plain feel uncomfortable. When I met an acquaintance on the road recently, I unconsciously said with a sigh in a slow and long tone, "Oh, it's really cold-""This.

) "Isn't it? A layer of autumn rain is cool! " "But this year is very strange, this rain ...? ""yes, maybe-? By the way, are you wearing long pants? " "I didn't, but it was too cold these two days, so I took out my long-sleeved trousers and put them on.

But I still feel cold.

""Yes, I always want to dry bask in the quilt's mattress. You don't know, when I sleep at night, I feel very wet.

"yes, yes, yes.

This weather-alas-alas-northerners are always honest, and so are Baoji people when chatting. This kind of sigh and complaint must have spoken the hearts of most people!

Can you write Baoji's composition about Fengxiang East Lake?

Article 1 Hometown is warm; Hometown is charming; My hometown is very proud. As soon as I mention my hometown, I never stop talking.

My hometown is Baoji, which was called "Chencang" in ancient times. It is the hometown of Emperor Yan and the birthplace of Zhou and Qin culture. Known as the "hometown of bronzes" and "hometown of folk crafts".

People who have been to Baoji will be amazed, but do you know what Baoji was like before? Take Dong Er Road, Qingjiang, where our bureau is located. In the past, the roads in Dong Er were full of traffic. There are many vendors on both sides of the narrow road. There are vendors selling vegetables, fruits, handicrafts and snacks ... It is common for people to crowd and touch others. It took half an hour to walk hundreds of meters, so you don't have to sway slowly in case of emergency! What I can't stand most is the piles of garbage and the stench. It becomes a cement road when it rains heavily, and a lime road when it is sunny. The surrounding residents are full of complaints and suffering.

However, since last year, Dong Er Road has changed. On the flat and wide road, the traffic is unimpeded. The newly-built shops on the roadside are clean and bright, and the vendors have moved into the bazaar.

There are trees on both sides of the road, and the beautiful living environment makes me feel very warm in my hometown.

Weihe River runs across Baoji from north to south. In the past, the Weihe River was full of sewage and weeds.

Today, the Weihe River has been filled with water and has become an artificial lake.

Wild ducks flock on the lake, singing, playing and fishing happily in the market, and swans live and work here.

Weihe Park is a major scenic spot in Baoji.

Gardening workers will arrange this place in perfect order, with willows in rows and flowers and trees planted in different geometric patterns, which is pleasing to the eye.

There are many tourists here all year round. Playgrounds and fitness squares have become the favorite of children and the elderly. People flying kites are everywhere in Qin Tian Park, which makes the sky in Baoji particularly charming.

Nowadays, Baoji's economic strength has developed rapidly, and it has entered the information age. Its long and splendid cultural history attracts tourists from all over the world.

The changes in my hometown are really too fast.

I am proud of my hometown! I walk in the wide street, where there are many tall buildings, neon lights flashing with colorful lights, and the flowers next to me are fragrant. Everyone must think that this is a big city like Beijing or Shanghai! No! What is that place? Tell you what! This is our beautiful Baoji.

Baoji is a beautiful place and has been a strategic fortress since ancient times.

You must have heard the saying "build a smooth road and sneak in"? Chencang is now Baoji.

Now, it has become an industrial city and an important hub connecting Baocheng and Baotian railways.

There are many places of interest in Baoji, such as Taibai Mountain, a four-level scenic spot, red river valley with picturesque seasons, Jifeng Mountain, which is higher than Huashan Mountain, Zhougong Temple, Famen Temple, a Buddhist resort, and Diaoyutai, where Jiang Taigong fished.

Baoji is also a place where celebrities gather.

Remember Sean at the Beijing Paralympic Games? He is not afraid of strong players, works hard and gets good grades.

I can proudly announce that he is also from Baoji! Baoji is picturesque all year round, especially in autumn, where fiery persimmons are covered with branches; The trees and grass in Weihe Park and Binhe Park have also turned golden yellow, so beautiful! Even the birds in the tree kept singing, as if praising Baoji as a beautiful city! Baoji is also a civilized and hygienic place.

Many hardworking "city guards" dressed her beautifully and spotlessly.

I am proud that I am from Baoji. I will start from bit by bit and create a harmonious new Baoji with you! Chapter III Baoji is the second largest city in Shaanxi with beautiful scenery and a long history.

Baoji, my hometown, has been rated as "National Green Model City, National Forest City and Top Ten Livable Cities" for many times, and Baoji is also known as the hometown of bronzes! Baoji was originally named Chen Cang. Want to know why it was renamed Baoji? There is also a beautiful legend here. Legend has it that in the year of Tang Tianbao 14, john young rebelled in An Lushan in our time, and mutinied soldiers entered Chang 'an. At that time, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty fled with his beloved Princess Yang Guifei and his troops. When they stopped at Maweipo, the soldiers rebelled and Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty was forced to kill Yang Guifei.

He came to Chencang Qinling with several cronies, but the rebels followed closely. When Tang Xuanzong and them ran to a mountain, the road was very steep, and Tang Xuanzong had no way to go. Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty cried bitterly and said, "Today is my death!" Just then, two pheasants flew overhead, circled over his head and flew south. Tang Xuanzong and his friends followed them to a mountain and hid in a temple.

At this time, the rebels also chased at the foot of the mountain. Suddenly, dark clouds were gathering and there was hail. The defeated rebels fled in a hurry.

Strange to say, there is hail at the foot of the mountain, but the mountain is a clear Wan Li. Tang Xuanzong thought it was amazing and casually read: "This place is also a treasure, and this chicken is also a god chicken", so the name "Baoji" came from this.

Baoji has a long history. This is the hometown of Emperor Yan, the birthplace of Zhou and Qin culture, and the birthplace of "the first ancient stone drum in China". I like the ten-sided drums in China Shigu Garden best, and each drum is engraved with a four-character poem. These four-character poems mainly describe the life scenes of Qin Wang and Qin people.

Baoji has many special snacks, including spicy rolled noodles, sweet and sour minced meat noodles, and Guo Kui, one of the eight eccentrics in Shaanxi.

A plate of delicious dough is served to you. My mouth watered when I saw it. I only see a red translucent dough dotted with sesame seeds. It looks delicious and tastes really strong.

Baoji has many local products, such as Fuji apples, kiwi fruit in Meixian, big cherry in chencang district, especially Fuji apples. Apples are big and red, sweet and crisp with a bite, and have high water content.

After listening to my introduction, do you think Baoji is beautiful and rich in specialties?

You, me and him wrote a beautiful Baoji with 900 words.

Beautiful Baoji My hometown is in Baoji City, Shaanxi Province, where the scenery is beautiful and pleasant. Let me show you the beautiful scenery of the four seasons! Spring is full.

The grass turned green and drilled out of the ground like a green apple; Flowers are in full bloom and colorful; Grandpa Dashu has a new friend to chat with.

On weekends, children take their kites to the park to fly kites. Kites float around in the sky, just like flocks of lovely birds flying in the sky.

The sun is like fire in summer.

The fiery red sun is as big and round as a red apple. The sun is high in the sky, burning around me like a fire, making me sweat. Fortunately, a sweet watermelon helped me.

Autumn is crisp.

The fruit in the orchard is ripe, which makes the farmer very happy.

There are red ones.

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What bridges are familiar to me in Baoji?

1 is a profile description of the scenery beside the country bridge in spring, summer, autumn and winter, which is a metaphor for people.

Express your love and praise for your hometown.

Write about Rainbow Bridge and Hongqi Road, describe the landscape outline of the bridge, and describe the progress and take-off of Baoji.

Write down the bridge in your heart and what you want to build Baoji into.

Echo from beginning to end, with clear center and distinct levels.

It's all my own thoughts.

Baoji-the place where I am haunted by dreams.

Here we are! Back to my haunted hometown! I said this in my mind.

The train is coming into the station and arriving at the harbor of my heart.

Although in the cold winter, the heart of a wanderer studying abroad is full of spring.

This is my hometown, my favorite place, and the place that haunts me.

I was born in this hot land, grew up drinking the vast river, speaking the hometown dialect that outsiders can't understand, playing with my childhood playmates, listening to the happy chat of my elders, and looking forward to my future in a daze.

My hometown is small and exquisite, bright and smart.

She doesn't have the hustle and bustle of a metropolis, nor the dazzling neon; It also lacks the quietness and poetry of Jiangnan water town, with small bridges and flowing water and misty rain.

And my hometown, simple and natural, does not need carving, just like an unpretentious rural woman, does not need makeup, does not need to look up, from the bone marrow, from the womb brought her charm ... It is this hometown that raised me, taught me kindness and simplicity, and urged me to embark on the journey of life.

My hometown, a lovely town, is too small to be known. It is surrounded by mountains and waters. The mountains are green and the water is sweet and rich. People are kind and simple. Even chickens are peerless, even dogs are honest ... hometown, like a pearl inlaid on the edge of the Yangtze River, is so small but graceful.

Walking on Jiang Yan Road, the cool breeze blowing on your face is so comfortable. The roar of river boats floats in the sky like a symphony of the times, touching your heart.

The ancient buttonwood trees on both sides of the street danced in the breeze, as if the kind old man were telling people the story of yesterday emotionally.

At first glance, the distant mountains are covered with Dai, just like a natural ink painting, hazy and beautiful; In the silent dusk, the songs of Sichuan Opera sung by the old people occasionally came from the alley, accompanied by the sonorous sound of gongs and drums, which were loud and melodious.

In spring, the charming peach blossoms and snow-white pear blossoms in the suburbs are actually open to each other, competing for beauty, just like groups of charming and graceful girls, which makes people fascinated and linger.

I have no reason not to be infatuated with this place. This obsession has been deeply imprinted in my heart, integrated into my blood and implanted into my life.

Everything here has been integrated with me for a long time, and it has captured all my true feelings: time and time again, I am all ears, time and time again, I am deeply touched, time and time again, our hearts collide, and we are familiar or confused.

But once I was in a foreign land because I was studying, when I finally boarded the train home and set foot on the road home, my heart was filled with that kind of familiar touch.

Maybe you have been struggling for your life, wandering around the ends of the earth, countless joys and sorrows, and seeing everything in the world. Perhaps time flies, and the ups and downs in the world have taken away different fireworks and glitz.

But my hometown, the birthplace of my life, always echoes the innocence, songs and laughter of my childhood, as well as the paintings left on the neighbor's wall that can't be erased even if they fade, calling for memories that can never be erased in my heart, dragging my wandering soul with endless homesickness, wrapped in faint sadness and watery tenderness, suspicious dreams and fantasies, but so real ... I love my hometown deeply. Even the faint fragrance in the smoke; Even if it is a bunch of dim and swaying street lamps in the middle of the torrential night rain, even if it is a local accent that has nothing to do with me ... I love my hometown deeply, even if it is a weak grass, even if it is a cloud in the sky that changes with the wind.

The light green of grass always makes me happy. I'm glad that she survived the cold with tenacious will and brought us the message of spring in a small town.

And the colorful clouds often give me infinite reverie, let my thoughts float to the temple of holy knowledge and let my dreams fly.

The mountains in my hometown, the water in my hometown, the grass and trees in my hometown, the blue sky and white clouds in my hometown, the crescent moon in my hometown, and those simple and kind folks always make me dream!

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